Last night, Daddy said to me, "I gave you a collar, but every day you choose to put it on is a gift to me."

Today's horoscope

Today, my horoscope (Cancer) said:
Strive to be less self-indulgent and more service-oriented. What you do for others will come back to you in no time.

I thought that was a great horoscope for a submissive.

joy in service

When other submissives start going all gushy about how much they love to serve, sometimes I think it seems awfully cheesy, and I wonder if it's true. But now I'm really starting to feel it. I've always been the maternal type, the kind of person who loves to take care of others, though I'm not always good at it. And I never really realized how much of my submissive nature was rooted not only in sexual submission, but in service. I never realized how much peace and happiness I get doing things for the people I love
Daddy works very hard, long hours, and sometimes we don't have much time to play. But I feel such happiness when he says "pet, will you make me a drink please?" and I stop whatever I'm doing to go make him a drink, or fetch his pajamas or run to the store to pick up something we need (or get down on my knees and suck his cock). It helps me feel useful and like I'm doing something to please him, even if he doesn't have the energy to use me. And I also get to take care of him, make his life more pleasant, take away a worry, and that's how I show my love for him. By making him a drink (or doing the laundry, or whatever task), I'm fulfilling my need to take care of someone, and it's wonderful that he lets me do that.

I think I just spent at least 45 minutes giving Daddy head. My jaw is sore, but it was worth it.

Fond Memories

Sometimes people think that being a submissive means that you're a doormat, that your partner wants you for your body, not for your mind. Daddy says that it's more meaningful to have a submissive with a brain and a will, because then she's choosing to give up something for you. One of my favorite memories is of a time that I played with the Dom I played with before I met Daddy. I had just been fucked, and was still wearing my heels, stockings and garter belt. I also had cuffs at my wrists and ankles, which had ropes tied to them (but the ropes weren't tied to anything). He's a lawyer (I love lawyers), and we ended up having a discussion about constitutional law. There's something very surreal in talking about the right to privacy after having engaged in kinky sex with someone old enough to be your father.

Another entertaining moment: Daddy and I had ordered food. I answered the door (I think because I'd put it on my debit card), and forgot that I was wearing my collar. I now have a nice silver day collar that's really just a pretty necklace, but when I'm home, I wear my leather collar which has a ring on it (as seen in the picture). The delivery guy had kind of a funny look on his face, he was amused, but I'm used to delivery guys smiling at me, since I always smile at them. It wasn't until we were sitting down to eat that I realized I'd opened the door and signed the receipt with a collar around my neck.

A first post

My first post on blogger, but not my first blog post. I have a blog at Livejournal (well, two, actually, but only one under this name). I like it over there because of the communities and the way they do commenting. But I'm thinking about making some more explicit posts, and so I wanted to snatch up a new blog space to do that, since my blog there tends to be more about my life, and my relationship and my various moments of complete insanity and insecurity. Maybe Daddy will even give me homework to post up here for you all to enjoy.