Monday, December 04, 2017

When Are You Most "On Your Game?"

It's been just over three weeks since I've found myself with an abundance of free time.

I asked Sir if he thought that I was personally, a better submissive to him in general. when I am not constantly at work.

Without even having to think, he replied "Yes".

I agree with him. I am so much more on my game when I have this time off. I am more focused on him, and focused on service. I have more time to blog, to read blogs, and to think about the right things. I have time and energy to get up in the mornings, make his breakfast, lunch, and assist him out the door for the day. I have the energy and presence of mind to stop what I am doing when he arrives home, and help him undress, or bring him a drink/snack.

Energy. That's a big thing Sir brought up that I didn't initially think about. I am not burning my candle at both ends, getting up before dawn, commuting over 3 hours a day, and dealing with all my other responsibilities, too. I am more rested, less cranky (overall), and more present.

While I don't think that this necessarily means that all stay-at-home submissives are better than working submissives, I wonder about that dynamic individually.

Do you think that you would be a better submissive if you were a stay-at-home person? Or if you are a stay-at-home person, is it better now that you are? Or has it always been this way? Do you feel you're better off working? Full time, or part-time? And why?

For us, Sir has frequently mentioned that he thinks it would best if I worked part-time. I'd still be a full-time submissive, but I am the type of person that is better when I have some type of work outside the home. But by not having a FULL workweek, that could free up time and energy for Sir.

What do you think?

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Hit the Mark

A few weeks ago, I bought some leggings on sale for Halloween, but it was only recently that I got them out and wore them.

Sir definitely approved. He said my ass looked fantastic, and the little moons gave him good target spots for spanking (he refused to hit the owls; said it was too mean).

Best part is, they glow in the dark! So that would make it even easier for Sir to hit the target with all the lights out!

He did eventually pull them down, but it makes for a nice warm-up.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

My Old Man ❤

Yesterday we celebrated a milestone in Sir's life: His birthday.

My old man only has one more year till the big 4-0!

It was a low-key but good birthday (I hope). This weekend we went to his favorite game store to play Takenoko, then I treated him to dinner at the Hibachi Buffet place. We stuffed our faces, then came home to have a few drinks and just relax together. There was  kinky fuckery involved before bed.

Yesterday, I made him a nice steak dinner with  mashed potatoes and cauliflower. He does like his "man meals" - Steak n taters. I had his drink ready when he got home. We had a nice candlelit dinner, and then there were gifts, and of course cake. I think he liked his present- he took it with him to work, so he could play with his new toy. I got him a tablet. He's been hinting at wanting one, so I hope this fits the bill!

Monday, November 13, 2017


It is lost, and because of it, I am a bit lost too. It has taken be a bit to get on here and write this.

A couple of weeks ago, I lost my wristcollar.

As in, really lost it. It's actually gone. Sometimes I would think I had lost it, but every time previously it was in one of 2 places: on the towel rack by the shower, or hanging near the kitchen sink.

This is different. We've turned the house upside down. I've searched my car, my job, I even sent a memo to our lost-and-found. I called the supermarket where I had shopped the day before I realized it was gone. Nothing. I can only assume it popped off outside somewhere; there's nothing but a metal push-button closure to keep it on.

I feel completely wretched about it, and Sir was very disappointed. Sir has not been consistent with most things, with one sole exception: my wristcollar.

And now, it is gone.

Once it was final, that we really could not find it (which took a day), Sir placed the BIG collar on me (I had been wearing the comfortable collar). Pulling my hair way back so I looked up into his eyes, he repeated over and over:

"How many collars do you now have?"

"One, Sir."

"How many collars do you have?"

"One Sir."

I think it took so long for me to accept that it was gone, because it just... didn't seem real. I felt like it was a cosmic joke, or even a real joke; that Sir had hid it on me for leaving it by the shower again. I actually kept wishing that this was true; I kept asking him if he really had it all this time. Unfortunately, no he didn't.

Besides the big collar (which I hesitate to list as a punishment, but it was put on in reaction to my transgression), one of my punishments has been to do all the laundry (which had been piled up), a task that is usually Sir's job. Sir knows I hate doing laundry. Sir gave me a week to get it all done. Though I did do much of it, things exploded and it was not all done in the week's timeline. I now have to do this weeks (much smaller) amount as well.

I still just don't feel right without my wristcollar. The big collar, though cumbersome, does help my headspace, but I miss my wristcollar.

Sir gave me the wristcollar about a year and a half into our relationship. So I'd had it over 5 years, wearing it every single day. I guess one can say it was bound to get lost sometime, or nothing lasts forever, but that doesn't make me feel better.

This is the last picture I have on my phone with it on:

RIP, Wristcollar.

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