Master and I had a fun chat that night.  I become very amorous when I drink.  I was feeling horny as all get-out and wished with my entire being that I could have been with him.  I was craving his cock in my cunt.  I didn’t get it that night, but I got the green light for unlimited orgasms instead, which may have been my bonus for being a happy slave.  Master had mentioned giving me a bonus for that the other night.

He was thinking about moving in together.  Guess what?  It was the first time he ever said it like that.  Usually I’m the one who brings it up, and he will agree that yes, he thinks about us one day living together.  But him bringing it up and voicing it aloud?  Not so much.  Was cool to hear the words come out of his mouth.  Very.

I am enjoying being the only parent in the house now.  Knowing that the main adult influence on my kids now is me.  I am the healthy, positive one of their parents, so it’s only good for them.  Good for me too.  No one to counter my opinions.  It simplifies things immensely.  I like that.  I wish I had done this years ago, but hindsight being what it is, I can hardly blame myself.

I have a doctor appointment for a physical tomorrow, and it’s not for work or anything, it’s just a tune-up.  I am healthy, as far as I know.  I intend to grow old and seek a healthy lifestyle so that I will live long and well.  I don’t need micro-management to know that I need to do this as good property care. 

Pleasing Master has almost become innate.  I am not a people pleaser  overall, but I do want to please him.  He sort of compels me to be pleasing.  It’s not my natural response to everyone, however.  And yet, I am most ill at ease when the equilibrium of the Master-slave relationship gets out of whack.  When it does, he is the only one who can bring restoration to the imbalance.  I say imbalance, because of course we are not equals.  It’s when I push for bits of equality that things go south.  I pay in so many ways for those kinds of mistakes that I simply prefer never to go there and try hard at all costs to stay in my lesser place.  It’s a good place for me.  I am most content there.

My worth is no less, however, merely my status.  And I am good with that.  That is why we work.  It is what makes us different.  We are normal, just like you, and… we aren’t.  And that’s the way I like it best.  The way that keeps me content, happy, and focused. 

I will get an A in this class.  I’m just telling you.  I know I will.  Then comes Thanksgiving, and I will make a kick-ass dinner and enjoy time with my dad and brothers and yes, even the ex.  I’ll miss Master mightily, but I’ll be happy that he will be able to enjoy his family as well, because that makes him happy.  I am smiling just thinking about it. 

And so, contentment reigns.  *Putting my feet up*  Peace to you and yours.