Name::intricate pieces From::Wisconsin
I am a 33 year old mother of 2. Living to serve her Master and explore their journey together. View my complete profile
For the first times since everything happened the house is quiet and I am home alone. At first I was a little anxious about having time to myself not sure how I would handle things with no one around but I think I am doing remarkably well. The week has been a strange one full of mixed up emotions and me meandering from one thing to the next with no real recall of why or how but for now that’s okay. The main goal is getting through it and with each passing day I am doing better. Master has been waiting on me hand and foot while playing a combination of Mr. mom and that deranged chef from the Muppets. Yesterday he was emptying the dishwasher and I suddenly became very possessive jumping in front of him like a wild woman grabbing for the dishes like they were made of gold. This is my job and how dare he take it away from me? I broke out in tears and rambled on about how I was still the slave in this relationship or was he looking for someone that didn’t take so much of his effort? He sternly told me to stop as he pried the dishes clutched in my death grip away and walked me back to bed. As a slave I understand if Master wants me to lay there and relax then I’m to do nothing but lay there and not move. Yet knowing that and actually doing it are two different things. Now I admit I have dreamt of a time when I could lounge around while hot sexy men in loincloths fed me grapes dipped in chocolate while they showered me with expensive wine. But I’ve discovered that it’s hard to do nothing while those you were born to serve are serving YOU. This was one of the hardest orders to obey because I take great satisfaction in doing my work and to have someone else take over what I consider my territory was like ripping out a piece of me. The more I pondered on why this upsetting me so much I discovered it came down to two things, ownership and pride. These tasks and chores are my responsibility, my territory, my job, and my domain, if Master didn’t need me to do them then what value am I worth? To consider these chores mine was an act of possessiveness and as a slave I have no right to take such ownership of anything even as simple as cleaning the toilet. As Master’s slave he has determined I am to own no property. Even my car is solely in his name and his alone. (Now before anyone gets his or her panties in a bunch I am not foolish enough nor is Master ruthless enough to not make sure I am totally provided and cared for if anything were to happen) But the fact is any property is owned by Master and it is not mine to sell, give away or keep if Master decides differently. Anyway getting back to my point I was trying to take ownership of the work Master expects of me. (It’s my work and no one else can have it… Okay try and tell me that isn’t sick). But when you are given ownership of so little you grasp and cling onto what you can like it is the very air you breath. You take pride in what you do and how you do it, which leads me to my very next point. I take great pride in my service to Master. I give it my all and at times feel like no one can give him the care, love and devotion that I can and that can lead to trouble. After all I am a slave, something he owns and he could train another piece of property to do what I do if it was his choice. The question comes down to as a slave am I given the right to be proud? So I asked Master that very question later in the evening and he said yes I am allowed pride in what I do and who I am. I am allowed to show pride in my work and who I belong to. What I am not allowed is to become too proud allowing it to blind me to my fragility and my frailties. I am not allowed to let it lead me to think of myself as Herculean, or a "cut above" anyone one else that could potentially do what I do. In a round about way that’s what I was doing. I was allowing my insecurities to push away the help Master was offering me out of care and love and that’s just not something a slave should ever take for granted. Okay I will stop rambling and post this lol see what can happen to a slave who’s been on bed rest for to long?
Posted with His permission by IntricatePieces ~
7:32 PM ~
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