Everything is Better

Master wants mouse to blog, to write about her slavery in a meaningful and authentic way. To practice mindfulness as she goes about her day, whether in His presence or not, to keep her thoughts present and focused on Him. It begins as each day, with morning service, the slave serves Master a light meal, coffee and pleasures Him orally if He wishes. If Master is pleased to use a different hole it is her pleasure to oblige, parting her legs, bending over, as He indicated. 

After Master departs for work, mouse's day truly begins. Donning the apron Master was kind to give her as a gift, mouse puts on the rubber gloves, and begins to wash up the morning dishes and pans. Master refuses the use of the dishwasher for now, to remind His slave how fortunate she is to have such devices at her disposal. The slave considers, as she washes the morning dishes, how grateful He still allows the use of the washing machine. Drying and putting away the dishes, pots, pans and coffee maker, mouse begins the next task of scrubbing the toilets, washing the floors and vacuuming the bedrooms. Starting a load of laundry mouse is reminded again how fortunate to have this luxury, especially after transferring them to the clothes dryer. It's a bit strange since mouse always found the task of folding and putting away the clean clothing to be loathsome task, it feels different now. Being reminded that these things are available to the slave, to ease the drudgery of cleaning, is a huge blessing for her and something she should be grateful for. 

Just the act of hand washing a few dishes taught mouse a valuable lesson, one otherwise she might not have otherwise so cleverly learned. Quickly, she sends Master a "good mid morning" text message, to inform Him that many of those pesky morning chores are nearly completed and to thank Him for the latest in a long line of lessons she's relearned. Promptly she finishes up the morning chores, washes her hands and fixes a quick lunch for herself, consisting of salad, a small sandwich and piece of fruit. 

The afternoon chores include more dusting and vacuuming then, beginning the dinner preparations. Another text message is sent to Master keeping Him informed of her progress as she moves through the day. Also a way to let Him know that she is doing work and not just loafing about, while He works doubly hard. When Master arrives, mouse is there to take His coat, hat if He's wearing one and briefcase. All are placed in the hallway closet, then as He sits in His favorite chair, mouse fetches Him a beverage (usually ice water or unsweetened ice tea) and removes His shoes. He usually smiles as mouse does this. 

Then she rises and hurries back to the kitchen, returning frequently to Him to make sure He's happy and has everything He would want. Sometimes He'll have a small snack, depending on the time He gets home and how long before dinnertime. Lately, He has been getting home earlier than He used to, so we're adjusting by eating earlier. Still, He will often have a small snack, which mouse brings to Him. A small plate of cheese, olives, almonds, maybe a pear (sliced). It's His time to decompress after a likely difficult day and not a time to be pestered a lot. 

Things are different and better now, Master doesn't want mouse to worry about doing 5 things for Him, instead focus only on Him, if there's time for extra things it's fine but keeping Him in her thoughts all the time should be more the standard. It's taken mouse a long time to completely understand how He likes things. Sure He could have just laid it all out and told mouse everything He always expects but He doesn't feel that's right. Master said He wanted mouse to realize this on her own and find that joy in her heart without being told that it should be there. 

Still there's a struggle to find any joy in scrubbing toilets, however, for mouse finding mindfulness is becoming easier for her. After so many months of struggling with life, suddenly the pieces seem to fit together and its blissful. Rediscovering the pleasure in service to Master has been truly a blessing and boon. 

Shadows Grow so Long

...before my eyes

And they're moving across the page

Suddenly the day turns into night

Far away from the city...

Master called in the afternoon and explained that He wouldn't be home until the early morning hours, He had been traveling for work and missed a connection. Trying to hide the obvious disappointment mouse tried to sound bright on the phone. We spoke for a few more precious minutes before hanging up. The tears felt stupid. Really it wasn't that bad. He hadn't even been gone very long and yet, each mile between us felt painful.

It was only supposed to be a day trip and it turned into a day and half trip. He finally made it home around 4am, tired but not as exhausted as mouse thought He'd be. Master looked at His slave and asked if she slept at all? Pouring another cup of coffee, mouse admitted no. Our bed was unrumpled, she was still dressed in the clothes she'd worn in anticipation for His return. Sure, she'd nodded off a little on the sofa...

Changing the subject for a moment, mouse asked if Master were hungry and He said yes, so she quickly whipped up some breakfast for Him. Then she knelt at His feet and removed His shoes for Him. He sat at the breakfast table and mouse slid under it, carefully unbuckled His belt, His pant button and unzipped His trousers. His cock began to spring to life as she carefully licked and became lost in its smell. The smell of Him as He lifted Himself to move His pants down further, mouse began actively worshipping Him. At the same time, she unbuttoned her blouse and lifted her skirt up over her ass *as is expected by Him* Master's cock grew very stiff as she licked and sucked at His balls, and her tongue stroked the whole length and ignored the pain when she banged her head on the bottom of the table.

"Enough slave."

Pouting mouse gave it a final kiss and crawled out from under the table.

He had nearly finished everything on His plate, and placed the plate on the floor and pointed to it.

For a very brief moment, mouse stared up at Him.

"Clean the plate." He said simply.

With burning cheeks mouse lowered herself to lick the remaining bit of yolk and ate the last bit of toast, while trying to keep her hair out of her mouth and off the plate.

He gave her head a pat, praising her like an animal, "Good mouse."

Then He stood, fixed His pants, and picked the plate off the floor, putting it into the sink. Then He reached into a drawer and pulled out the wooden spoon. He tapped each tit and then her ass with it, making her want to yelp in shock. Then He tossed it into the sink.

Master was not happy that His slave had not slept. He asked if she remembered the last thing He had said to her before getting off the phone?

"That You wouldn't be home until early tomorrow morning and mouse shouldn't wait up for You."

Silence followed.

Lowering her head to the floor, and groveling (she was going to write 'almost' but there was no almost about this) at His feet mouse begged His forgiveness.

Master didn't ask why she didn't sleep. He asked if she was in pain, sick, was something wrong, and everything else He could think as a legitimate reason for disobeying Him. The replies were all no. He pulled her hair and lifted her head to look at Him. Did His authority matter? Tears were now streaming down her cheeks, as she of course. Master shook His head.

That couldn't be true, if it were, she would have went to bed as He instructed. Even if sleep eluded her, it would have been far better than just ignoring His wishes and doing what she wanted.

He knows her far too well. Master knew exactly what happened, mouse had began watching something on TV, stayed up too late and figured what was the point? Was He close?

Scarily, Master was exactly right.

Keep Up"

Master decided to take mouse to lunch one winter day, and had mouse dress very warmly for the occasion. The wool pencil skirt that hobbles mouse a little, so Master added a thin string to bind mouse's knees together to further restrict her movements after she came downstairs. Then He had her wear the boots, with the high heel and made mouse walk about the room. Master smiled saying she was walking like Morticia Addams. He helped her on with her coat and escorted her to His SUV, opened the door and watched with a look of complete enchantment on His face, as mouse struggled to figure out how to get inside.

The determined mouse hopped and gyrated herself trying to propel herself upward finally using her arms hopped, twisted and lifted herself up onto the seat of the vehicle. By this time Master was chuckling as He closed her door and walked around. Sliding behind the wheel He said He would have gladly given mouse a boost. Now that remark left mouse feeling not bad, but more embarrassed that she hadn't thought to ask for Master's help.

He drove to a favorite place of His and parked. Watching Master parallel park is always a pleasure, as He usually gets it on the first try. Then He walked around the car, opened the door and helped mouse to the street. Master is tall with long legs, and mouse is restrained, effectively hobbled from walking very fast. It took five her tiny steps to equal one half of His normal strides. He paused, waited for mouse to catch up to Him a few times before saying. "Keep up!" and swears she saw Him smile as He turned away from her.

At the restaurant, we were seated, Master held the chair for mouse, as He usually does. There was an older man seated with His wife at a nearby table who gave Him a slight nod of approval. Then He began looking over the menu and quickly settled on lunch. A sandwich and salad for mouse and a different sandwich with salad for Himself. He told mouse she wouldn't be disappointed and she wasn't. He had said for her to eat all the salad, which was large enough and but the sandwich was amazing and somehow managed to stuff half into her tummy.

He asked for a box for the other half, paid the check and we slowly made our way out the door. Being downtown is a rare thing for mouse so we walked around a little, before He lifted mouse up onto a retaining wall of sorts, and reached under her dress and pulled the string binding her knees. Really mouse could not thank Him enough for that. The skirt still slowed mouse down but nearly as bad now. We went into a bookshop and had a short look around, Master found what He was looking for and purchased that, and saw mouse looking at a film history book, which He also offered to buy but mouse slid the book back onto the shelf and said it wasn't for her.

We looked around a little more, mouse looking at various cookbooks, which always makes Him chuckle because she rarely follows a recipe. It's just to get ideas, of course she has the internet for that and feels a cookbook that just takes up space is a bit useless. When did that happen? Back at the car mouse did ask for a little help, she didn't want to raise her skirt too high to get in, so He did give her a gentle boost up and kissed her.

As we drove out of the downtown area mouse circled back mentally to the idea of the cookbook being more obsolete and thought how different everything was today. Are we too dependent on on the  internet? Back at home, mouse looked through many of the old cookbooks she already has and began sorting them. Some only had one or two recipes in the whole book she ever made. Were these recipes also online? Yes they were. When was the last time she opened a cookbook and actually used it to cook something?

How does any of this relate to her slavery?

It probably doesn't, honestly, and yet there is a heavy suspicion it does correlate but mouse lacks the ability to see it in a clear way that she can express.  Master defines her slavery and gives her purpose and agency to be who she is underneath the surface, what she is at her very core. The slave that thrives under His control, has been disquieted lately about that very slavery.

Like the volumes of cookbooks she owns and rarely looks at, yet somehow refuses to part with, maybe the idea of her slavery is similar? An idea that she simply refuses to let go of?

When Master read this post, He zeroed in on the "disquieted" part.  He only wished to know why. The why was hard to get out. Words flew from her head and she felt emptied. Finally after a long time, mouse said simply, "What if I'm wrong?"

A first person sentence, regardless of length is always taken serious from Him. It's like when Master begins a sentence with "Honey" usually means He's frustrated or concerned that she's not getting something she should be understanding. Master closed His laptop, took His glasses off and put everything aside, pulled mouse into His arms and listened as she struggled to explain how different she feels.  Since the hospital, and Master decided to stop using mouse in certain ways, it's been a struggle to her. Maybe it was the fear of physical punishment that helped her toe the line more? Now that's been removed and mouse is finding it difficult.

"Is your slavery to me tied intrinsically to physical pain?"

It was a very fair question Master asked and mouse truthfully answered she was unsure, part of her did want to scream yes it was, and part felt it wasn't. Maybe the part that felt it wasn't, just wanted to believe that? To just give the right answer He wanted to hear, instead of the truthful one.

He said it's not coming back, the physical punishment in a way that leaves behind a mark on her body. He has reminded her that He isn't opposed to a quick slap to her face or ass to get her attention. Since the hospital He has had His struggles that He admitted to mouse. He's been worrying about her a lot, and didn't want to push her too hard. Now Master wanted to know if she was asking for a bigger push from Him?

The yes flew from her mouth before her brain could weigh it.

He nodded, removed His arms from around mouse, put His glasses back on, opened His laptop and resumed working. Then, when mouse didn't move, and completely bewildered by His response. Then He glanced up and asked, if she didn't have something she needed to do?

Ah the cookbooks, yes, she did have a task, after asking Him if there was anything else He needed, and Him just shaking His head no, she went back to work and began culling the cookbooks.

When she glanced back at Him, she saw Him smile.

Public Play or Just Humiliation? New Year's Eve Shenanigans

At precisely midnight magic happens, we slip or slide into a new year. This time a new decade, a new roaring twenties? Time will tell. A day earlier went to a party on the eve of New Years Eve, it was an open house, where you show up, make sure the host or hostess sees you and you're free to leave whenever you want. At one point, someone Master knows asked Him "what were most grateful for in 2019?" 

There's too much it's a big question requiring far more than He could express, instead He simply said that He was most thankful that His wife was healthy. The whole time we were there He never once took His eyes off mouse, the reason she knows this was because her eyes were trained on Him and she was certain everyone could see our love for each other brimming over.

For the real New Year's Eve, we had a small group to our home, some dear friends that consisted of mostly couples. For some reason we decided that we'd play a game. Monopoly, which Master will always claim that mouse somehow cheats at because she rarely loses. The very nice thing about Monopoly is that you can play with as many people as you wish, the bank can always make more money, and it's actually more competitive with more people because you can more easily pounce and force others out of the game but at the same time, it can also lead to a very long game.

So we began playing. after an hour or some players did give up and sold their holdings to others who could afford them. The second hour, time was flying passed, Master decided to sweeten the pot a little and offered mouse a wager. At this point, four of us remained in the game and He suggested that if He beat mouse (either by her giving up before Him or losing to Him), she would be His footstool for the evening. Everyone cheered at the idea and if mouse won? He would be her footstool. The women, watching the action encouraged mouse to take that bet. Two had been forced out earlier by the "greedy males" and wanted a bit of fun revenge.

Now, at this point in the game mouse was ahead, but as in real life things can turn, but feeling a bit over-confident mouse took the wager, to the cheers of all. Shit just got real.  Master got sent to "jail" to mouse's laughter and patiently waited for His term to end, as mouse bounced around the board landing on all His properties and the Free Parking space which we loaded with cash from community chest and chance spots. That's how we play.

Then, the dice began to turn against her, she landed on several properties that He acquired when He forced out a competitor, er fellow player and had put up houses and hotels on them. Still swimming though she carried on until someone else landed on something of His and Master acquired the fourth RailRoad in lieu of rent. We were neck and neck with mouse maybe slightly ahead but not by much.

Then she pulled a "go to jail" card from the Chance pile and had no get out of jail card. He offered her an out, since several hours of game play probably remained in our future, He said if mouse threw an even number the bet would be cancelled but if she threw an odd number, then mouse would declare defeat and pay the penalty.

At this point, mouse is trying to calculate and let's try to remember math is not her strong suit. He would not make this offer to her unless He had already done the math, and judging from the properties He owned on the board, He was ahead. Plus He had the four Railroads and the Utilities, so the board was definitely weighted in His favor, but she was confident she had more cash. If He was ahead it was very close. We had been playing now for several hours already and mouse took the amended bet and rolled the dice.

Eleven.

Oh that hurt.

Everyone laughed and cheered Master's victory. It was well played. Moving with a spring in His step, Master sat on His chair and smiled as mouse knelt down and felt the familiar weight of His legs on her back. It was embarrassing. Our guests men and women alike laughed at mouse's humiliation and then as Master dared to push the envelope out even further by telling her to call Him Master, when she asked how long she'd be doing this. Several men high five'd Him over that one.

The next thought made her blush even harder than before when she thought about how many times she'd already done this. By eleven pm the penalty was over and mouse hurried or scurried around to get the champagne for midnight and glasses, popping the last of hors d'oevres into the oven. Just before Midnight the bottle was popped and glasses filled and toasted a brand new year and sealed with that with a kiss.