When I was in submission 24/7, I would wake and sleep to thoughts of the One that I was with.
In the morning, I wouldn’t dream of sleeping in too late, being late for work, or skipping the crunches that he had prescribed in my physical-evolution program because doing those things wouldn’t be what was best for us.
I made sure to dress with Him in mind also…wearing things that I thought he might approve of and adding an accessory that would remind me of my service throughout the day.
Since he was in charge of my sexual pleasure… when, where, how and with whom I was able to release… I was almost constantly in a state of sexual frustration, which to me is a very creative and exciting state to be in. I actually enjoy a little "hunger", a little...desperation because of how well it lends itself to creating a state of, "vibrating at a higher frequency".
After work, he would either request my presence or tell me goodnight, in which case, I would do my own thing, until it was again time obey by going to bed no later than the curfew that he insisted upon.
When he asked me to come to him, we had a lovely, ritualistic, way of greeting that I used to deeply crave.
I would walk in to the house and remove my shoes, tiptoe up to the second-floor-rope room, see him, smile and then kneel, bow down, and rest my hands and forehead on his feet or legs.
He would lay his hand on my head and stroke my hair, touching my face at times. We were completely silent, but he made me feel like the most prized possession in the moment.
It was a nice feeling.
