A Perfect Day

This writing assignment's topic was to describe my 'perfect' D/s day.

When I first saw the topic in the notebook where Syr keeps my instructions for tasks, writing assignments, etc, I remember feeling excited.... thinking it was a really fun assignment.

Now that it's time to write it, I'm not quite so sure. ;) It actually seems kind of hard to imagine what it would be like to have a "perfect" D/s day, though I am sure I can give it a whirl. So here goes nothing....

My perfect D/s day would start with a perfect wake-up: Syr waking me by curling into and against my body, covering part of my body with Hers, pinning my wrists above my head and whispering in my ear: "Who owns you, little girl?" and awaiting my sleepy but conscious reply: "You do, Syr."

We would have the place to ourselves, of course, or be in a place where we had no fear of being disturbed by anyone. She retrieves my collar and locks it around my neck, due to our privacy, I will wear it for the day.

Pulling me against Her and wrapping those strong and loving arms around me in an embrace before whispering my morning instructions to make Her coffee and bring it back to Her. I would make Her coffee and my own and bring them back, and kneel at Her feet sipping mine while She sits on the bed sipping Hers and occasionally reaching down to play with my hair or touch my cheek.

After our coffee, She would lead me into the bathroom, help me out of whatver clothing (if anything) that I slept in and help me into the shower.

She would have me wash Her and would wash me in return. I find it interesting that when I wash Her, it feels like an act of service and submission, yet when She does it for me, it feels like an act of grooming, of caring for Her property and feels like an act of Dominance and tenderness.

After our shower, She would instruct me to lay out Her clothes for Her and then instruct me to wear my full length robe, an item of clothing that is comfortable, covers me, yet allows Her easy access to my body whenever She might wish.

Both dressed, we would head to the kitchen for breakfast. Syr likes to cook so She might fix something simple and tasty for our first meal. I would sit at Her feet and She would feed me bits of food from a single shared plate, for very little makes me feel so cared for and so slave-like as being fed by my Syr.

We would spend our mid-day talking or reading, going for walks or whatever suits our fancy. Perhaps our day includes a trip to the local aquarium, an activity Syr enjoys very much, and perhaps as part of that trip, She instructs me to stay in little-space and to be mindful of Her needs while we're out. A simple instruction but perhaps during our outing, Her words stick in my mind and I find myself making sure that She is offered a rest, or a drink, or that I point out things She might find interesting.... and as a result, I find myself staying in a soft level of sub-space all day long.

We return home or back to our private space and I cook dinner... and again sit at Her feet while She feeds me bites as She chooses off of a shared plate.

After dinner, we do something quiet and simple together, like watch a movie or play a game...

And when Syr is ready, She pulls from a pocket or side-table the chain leash and clips it to my collar, leading me back to the bedroom. Once there, She wraps Her fingers in my hair and pulls me to my knees in front of Her.

What She does next could be a myriad of things, but in my 'perfect' day, I would hope it would include her hand on my throat, her hands slapping my cheeks, pain for Her pleasure in the form of spanking, flogging, Her knife, Her nails, clothespins or a myriad of other forms, and Her cock buried deep inside me.

And after She has taken what is Hers alone to take and given what only She can give, She would pull me into Her arms, and whisper words of love and tenderness. And as I curled into Her with my head on Her shoulder, She would tell me a story or read to me from a book so that I could fall asleep listening to the sound of Her voice and the soft beating of Her heart, and I would know that I am safe and I am loved.