Working Hard on Service

Lately, I have been working much harder on those little day to day components of service. I've been working hardest of all on being autonomous in these actions, so that they are more meaningful, authentic, and from the heart.

There is definitely payoff. Nothing beats the look on my Owner's face when I kneel, unprompted at Her feet because I can see that would please Her in the moment. Nothing is more satisfactory than the special small smile that is just for me when I bring Her a carefully prepared beverage and give it to Her with service in my heart and on my mind. There is an electrical charge to everything I do when I do it from a service heart and it is amazing to see it unfold.

Yes, I have good days and not so good days. I still have a lot of work to do. But it is becoming a daily practice unbidden now and that is still relatively new in the grand scheme of things.

There are a lot of little things my Owner does to maintain the D/s between us.... little things that sometimes get taken for granted. I want to do my part as well because who She is to me is important and meaningful.

The longer I am Hers, the more I realize that it is these small moments, added up that create the robustness of who we are to one another, rather than just the bursts of intensity and raw moments alone.

I am sleepy, but I will be going to bed with thoughts of gratitude on my mind.

Inside Out

Last weekend was a long weekend and I had the great pleasure to get a great deal of quality time with my Owner. She and I ran errands, talked, gamed, bonded, and cuddled.

And we also had a rare evening of complete privacy which we took FULL advantage of.

That morning, I'd brought Syr the steel and leather cuff to wear on Her wrist while we did some running around. The cuff is our silent signal that I'd like to be held to higher protocol than usual.. It was more a reminder to myself to remember to call Her Syr as much as possible, whenever realistic.... and I love the grin She gives me when I bring it to Her. I enjoyed that all day long.

To top it off, Syr had worn her tight-fitting button fly jeans, all day long... with a snug black tee shirt all tucked in. Commando. Just those jeans hugging Her sexy ass. I could barely keep my hands off her! And well, I didn't entirely *wicked grin*. So, when we found out later that we were going to have the house all to ourselves for at least a few hours, I couldn't drag Her into the bedroom fast enough.

"are You taking requests, Syr?" , I asked Her, thinking of that thing She does with the wevibe, Her fingers, and thumb... but I also wanted Her cock. Such a greedy grrl I am.

"No." She responded without hesitation. "You'll take what You get, little girl."

The perfect response. I shivered. She always knew what I needed and this was no exception. I was naked in a heartbeat and watching Her prepare. She strapped on Ripper, and then... pulled those gorgeous button fly's back up.

There is something about Her having any clothing on or even lots of clothing on while I am naked beneath Her. It makes me feel more vulnerable ... more taken somehow. And with those buttonflys....  well, even hotter.

She didn't waste any time, it was a breath maybe two and She was inside me and my fingers were wrapped into Her belt loops pulling Her tighter.  Damn.

To say that She drove me to utter distraction and abandon after that is an understatement. And at some point, though I can't remember if it was before or after the buttonfly+Ripper action, She did ask what my request would have been.... and I admitted it. Later, after I thought I was wrung out pretty well, She obliged......

When I regained consciousness........  I had  been turned completely inside out. And it was divine.