Saturday, August 12, 2017

Collar and Lunches Update

So, it's been a few weeks since I've been re-collared, and its been going very well!

At first, it was a bit rocky. I was impatient. Sir did have the rule that I was not to collar myself when I got home (as we used to do), that I was to wait for him to do it.


Except, he didn't always remember. In fact, he usually did NOT remember, not at first. I hemmed and hawed over the decision and then I would just remind him. I was getting a little pissy, because I didn't want to have to remind him. I felt that it was becoming more of a "as long as it goes on before bed, even RIGHT before bed" type of thing than a thoughtful, purposeful thing. Maybe more of a bedtime ritual. But I'm not only his submissive in sleep, it's definitely more than that.

Well, things have changed. Sir has been on his game now, nearly always remembering. Instructing me to come to him and get collared every night.

And... though it's just a scrap of fabric and metal... it has an impact on me and my head. It helps me to remember what I am and who I belong to, especially when things get stressful and I want to hide from duty. It helps me have the fortitude to think of him, and get my lazy butt up when I want to let things slide. Like lunches.

I have been really trying with preparing his lunch every evening, or in the morning. I have slipped a few times, when I've gotten home from work past midnight (and had to be up at 5:30 am), or today, when I don't have work this morning, but he does and I slept in. He hasn't been mad at all; very understanding.

But I have been a lot better than I was. We were in this place where I was doing my own thing, getting myself ready, and he was doing his thing. Now, I make the time to think of him and making his morning easier. I have slipped a few mornings, but I see improvement. In both of us.

I hope he sees it too.

Tuesday, August 08, 2017

Black Disposable Gloves

A couple of weeks ago, Sir went to change the headlight on my car. It seems like he does this quite often, since I drive a lot.

I'm not usually with him when he does it, though. Since we accidentally bought the wrong kind of headlight, we had to go to the store to make an exchange, and he decided to change the bulb right there in the parking lot.

When we were checking out he asked if they had any disposable gloves, in order to install the light properly. They did.



Back in the dimly-lit parking lot, he pulled on these stretchy black gloves. Very form fitting. I was definitely ogling him and the gloves.

Sir was beyond happy to get them off - he was not a fan of how they felt.

I suppose I can wait every few months to get a glimpse of him in the gloves during car maintenance though!

Sunday, August 06, 2017

Sinful Sunday: Stairs (Chained in the Basement)

Sir and I had fun with this little shoot with the theme of Stairs for Sinful Sunday. When we get around to it, it's an intimate fun activity for us to do together.

He always jokes that he is going to keep me... keep me chained up in the basement. Perhaps it is not totally a joke.




Lucky for us, our neighbors are away this week (we share the basement).



For more stair-related photos, click the lips:

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