at His service
I keep telling myself I’m going to post. But I never seem to get around to it. Whether it’s because of homework in my communications major, or going to see Sir, or going out, I seem to leave this blog behind.
So I have to go back, way back, to March. March meant Spring Break, and Spring Break meant San Francisco!
Sir bounces back and forth between the East Coast and the West Coast, for his job. I go to University in a major East Coast school, as I’ve mentioned before. A few months ago, Sir was talking about having me come out with California with Him for a few days and staying with Him in His room and sightseeing while He logs in His hours at work. And lo! I flew out with Him on an early morning flight. I had a big list of things to see, and of course, I wanted Sir to take me to Madame S off of Folsom Street.
Unfortunately, I had to go collarless for airport security. I have an allen key, and so does Sir, but He was afraid that if I tried to wear it through the security, they might either a) hold us up through the security line or b) confiscate it. A small chance, but one we didn’t want to take. I took it off and slipped it in my backpack.
When I got to San Francisco, I wore it constantly, despite the few dirty looks I got from people. However, I was blushing when a submissive came up to me in the fetish store Sir and I went to on Monday night and he commented on how much he liked it. I even put my shiny heart shaped padlock on it, something I don’t feel as comfortable doing here at East Coast U. It makes it blatantly obvious that it’s a collar. All the little polo shirts I wore showed it off. It made it easier for Sir to do something else. It made it easier to chain me to our hotel room bed.
The two days before we landed in San Francisco, Sir went to Home Depot and purchased ten feet of a heavy, weighty chain. I liked the feeling of being chained up in a beautiful hotel on Fisherman’s Wharf. He tied the chain to the bottom of the bed and left it there every day. I would undress and He would take His keyring out and chain me to the bed after being to sure to ask me if there was anything I needed to do before being chained for the night. Being chained made me feel like real property, which I really enjoyed. Despite the fact the chain took on any sort of chill and makes it like ice when a pet needs to turn over in bed during the night.
I only had to ask to be unchained once, even though I was worrying about having to ask to be unchained.
One of Sir’s laments is that we never seem to get into a rhythm to establish a routine for me. San Francisco was the start of getting me into more of a service headspace.
I was supposed to set a little alarm for myself on my BlackBerry and wake up earlier and give Him a blowjob before going to work every morning. It was a strange feeling, I really felt like I was ‘of service’. Being a good little pet and waking up early to service my owner, even when it was still dark outside. Of course, things happen and I never actually serviced Him to completion, most of the time He’d just start to touch me and we would end up fucking. I also got to experience other types of servitude, mainly just trying to make life easier for Him. I’d done it before, cleaning up after He’s gone for the day, getting lunch for Him, maybe cleaning the apartment or cleaning the bathroom if I got to the apartment before He got there. In SF, I got to massage His back and His feet after dinner.
I react positively to service. It wouldn’t surprise me if some submissives don’t enjoy domestic service. I do, though. I like hearing his contented sighs and little groans when I just hit that right spot in His back, or my fingers knead out the little knot in his foot with some of my heavy duty lotion. I like pleasing Him in any way I can. Even if it means taking a Hitachi Magic Wand to His back at 5am just so I can work out a kink in His back. (I snickered at the fact that we were using the Wand for it’s original intent.)
More recently, last Friday, Sir had me strip and clean His bedroom and prep it for play. Then He informed me that I’m to do that every time before we play. Then He went to take a shower as I worked. I worked my little pet ass off! His room was a wreck! I swept and bagged trashed, picked up clothes, made the bed, prepped the toy bag, and tried to keep myself looking presentable. I was already sweaty before we started playing!
I think I like a small amount of ritual. And I like being forced to serve domestically. Another level to pull me down into my submission. Since Sir and I don’t do as much formal play as we would like, any sort of ritual is welcome to me. Of course, spontaneous scenes can be delicious as well.
Sir certainly seems to enjoy my spontaneous offers to rub His back. Just as I enjoy spontaneous face slapping and breathplay scenes right before bed. Mmm.
San Francisco has a lot of little stories for me to tell. I’m going to try and interweave SF stories with what’s been going on more recently.
That is, unless my college girl ADD strikes again. . .
