Submissive Cupholder

Yesterday, Sir was pleased with my efforts to do the simple task of providing him an ice cold beverage upon his return home. He thought that my efforts to freeze the glass went "above and beyond".

I think I was in a good headspace - after he took a couple of sips and went to put his glass down, I initially positioned myself underneath the glass with it resting on my forehead. That would have resulted in disaster and no drink for him though, so I took and placed it between my breasts. I proceeded to follow him around the apartment so he could take sips at his will while he changed his clothes, got a snack, read emails, etc.. I got to be his personal cupholder!

He was pleased, and said I was doing "exactly as I should be doing".

He seemed to particularly enjoy the little gasps I made every time he returned the glass to its holster. It was COLD! Sir always says, "I like noises, and I like making you make noises".

I think it would definitely be much more difficult to do were I not wearing a bra and cami. Though the idea of just using my breasts (and maybe my hands to help my breasts) as the glass holder is appealing.

A Big Smile for a Small Task

Absolute highlight of my day today:

Sir just sent that to me. Such a small thing fills me with joy - a task. To be useful. To serve. The happiness in my heart as I jumped up to get things ready for him is spread wide across my face.

I have the soda in the fridge, waiting. I have a glass cup in the freezer with ice so it will be extra cold. I am ready. And if Sir lets me, I will glomp him.

^_^

My Collared Bear

This weekend I was getting ready to take a shower. Taking a shower is one of the few times where I remove my collars while in the house. My collars are leather so we don't want them to be destroyed.

I am in my 30's but I still sleep with a teddy bear that I've had since I was a little kid. She was gifted to me by my Uncle, who later passed when I was 11. So, she's very important to me. Other plushies have come and gone, but Diana always remains.

Sir has totally embraced this. He even cuddles and sleeps with her when I am not around, which makes me adore him even more.

I took off my wristcollar to shower and on pure impulse, placed it around Diana's neck.

Looks good, yes? Hahaha.

Sir thought it was amusing, at least. Of course he had to tighten it. Lucky she's stuffed or she'd have been choking.

Meme - How well do I know my own blog?

I saw this on a couple of blogs I follow.


1) Your top 5 popular posts, bonus if you get them in order.

I'll probably fail at this.

Wartenburg Wheel Take 2
The First Bedtime Punishment
Punishment Mission 2 AM

Um, I don't freaking know...

BDSM Songs
Adverse Reactions and Anxiety?

I did okay here - half right.

1. Wartenberg Wheel Take Two
2. Bedtime and Punishments
3. The First Bedtime Punishment
4. BDSM In Songs (I should make this a regular thing)
5. There's Homework in D/s?

2) Last 5 blogs you commented on.

Master Dream's Precious Treasure
The Sub-Mission
A New Devious Chapter
A Slave to Master
Master's Pleasing Bitch

I'm not sure how to check this, but this is probably pretty accurate. I've spent today and some of last night getting caught up.

3) How many followers do you have?
80-something?

84 - pretty close.


4) Your total viewings, to the nearest 100?
101,000?

A little off here - 107,288

5) How many blog posts have you published?

Oh crap, I don't know... 300? 

227 - I actually scaled back my initial guess. I write less than I should.


6) How many posts in drafts?

None - I had about 20, but I recently finished and published them!

Wow, was I wrong. There are 12 still in there!

7) How many blogs do you follow?

40?

59. Some haven't updated in ages, though. Not sure how many are actually active. I try not to unfollow, because there have been many that come back.

8) What post has received the most comments?

Not sure... the one with the apron?

Wrong. 

For You, Sir. 19 comments. A couple were me, but it was for Sinful Sunday, so that does make sense!


9) Your first blog entry title?

A Bit of Backstory (I know I have this one right) 

And I was correct. :)


10) Why did you choose the name of your blog?

Selecting a name for my blog was actually really important to me. I feel kind of dorky about it now. I hadn't even met Sir yet. I waffled back and forth between a bunch of options (none of which I remember now). I remember picking a few that I found were taken, or very very similar to other people. I wanted something that I thought I was clever, not just Lea's Blog. Something with a pun, maybe. So initially, I liked Submissions, because the root word for submission was in there. But I thought that was too ambiguous so I changed it to Submissive Missions. But my url is still sub-missions. I actually love my blog name. I am on little missions to be more and more submissive. Not too much hyperbole there.

Practicing Patience

I am off today. Sir and I went out for dinner last night, and there weren't any leftovers to pack for his lunch. I could have put something together last night, but I didn't.

So this morning I got up with Sir to prepare a lunch and a breakfast for him. I was sleepy and not fully awake, but I think it helped me. I just... felt submissive this morning. He was brushing his teeth and whatnot in the bathroom when I asked him a question about what he would like to do for a beverage for his lunch (I need to go to the store). He was a little bit unintelligible, but then I clearly heard him tell me to wait.

So, I stopped and waited, standing for him in the living room.

And waited.

He seemed to be taking a long time. I was starting to get impatient. I am not a patient person. It is something I have to work on.

Sir has recently said that he is more patient, while I am more responsible. But this morning, I didn't let my impatience get the best of me. I walked over to our couch, sat down, and just waited. 

As he instructed.

And I just felt... peace. I felt an overwhelming sense of rightness come over me. So I just sat there, waiting for his response. After he came out and dealt with me/the situation and had breakfast, he told me to go to back to bed. I was going to wait for him until he left, to be a good submissive.

But what is good here? That's not for me to decide. Sir grabbed me by my collar, dragged me into the bedroom, and shoved me into the bed, where he then lovingly tucked me in, placing kisses on my forehead before departing for the day.

I need to learn when I should be patient and when not to be!