Our Owner/property relationship breaks down to one very easy, very succinct command: Obey. Preferably graciously, but if the shit comes right down to it, just fucking obey. Sounds easy, but can be as hard as all hell from time to time.

He makes all the decisions in this House, from what to get people for gifts up to whether He should apply for a mortgage to buy a house. He is very kind and asks for my input, educates me if i feel ill-informed about it, but His choice is the ultimate decision, no regrets or dissension allowed. Medical, monetary, parental, familial, career is all His purview. i offer what i can and strive to understand what i learn from Him. i am not guaranteed a reason for things, but if i ask nicely and it doesn’t bother Him, He usually explains it to me so i can better understand His train of thought and maybe emulate it myself.

He isn’t much into protocol, which is no surprise for a Man as laidback and cool as He. There are a few standing rules, so i’ll break them up into public/Family and private/Scene  rules.

Public or Family Guidelines:

• When walking together, stay on the right side, one step over and one step behind.
• Ask to leave His side.
• Let Him do the talking to waitstaff and service.
• Ask permission to buy anything, explain what it is and why i think we need it.
• Serve Him first if we are alone, serve the kids first if we are with them.
• Do not criticize, embarrass or disagree with Him in a negative fashion.

Private or kink-aware Guests:

• Sit by Him, preferably on the floor
• Ask to go anywhere or do anything different than the current task
• Listen more than talk
• Be aware of the small cues that indicate He needs or desires something

On top of the smaller things like above, i cannot leave the house without His prior permission, unless it’s an immediate emergency. i cannot spend any money without clearing it with Him first. i will not make any plans without asking Him first, and i will bow out of an engagement if He so demands it.

i am to do all of the housework, all of the cooking, most of the child-rearing, and to help out at His notice with the larger, more Master-orientated chores on the farm. He provides the house, i make it a home.

i try to keep all of His favorites, His preferences at the top of my mind when i make the meals. If i cannot avoid making something that He doesn’t enjoy, i provide a substitute for Him. 

i keep myself as clean as possible, hair tidy, skin soft; legs and arms shaved, pubic area trimmed. No body modifications of any kind without prior permission, including haircuts, piercings and tattoos. i will have His tattoo at some point in the near future. 🙂 Yay!

The Man giveth, and the Man taketh away. This goes for all that i use. The van, the computer, furniture, the privilege of leaving the house…all things that can be revoked if needed. Be thankful for the things i have, ingratitude is a piss-poor trait for property.

Sexually i am all His, for His pleasure. i find pleasure in serving Him, and when i perform well, i might be rewarded with an orgasm, with or without Him. No masturbation or orgasms without His permission, especially not in His absence. i must beg to come when i am with Him. He uses me in all three holes, how He pleases, and i am thankful that i excite Him so.

i am His to change at any time, His to hurt and pleasure, His to enjoy and make use of. i endure for His pleasure, but in all reality, i get a sense of happiness knowing that i am useful. Even if that pain sucks beyond belief, that i do not think i can make it anymore, i can look back and smile knowing that i managed it all and made Him proud.

He has written a schedule that i follow during the day while He is at work. It has my chores, my times for free play, my expectations for the day. i am very thankful for this, on my own i never get anything done because i get overwhelmed.

During the evening, we focus on taking care of the kids and get the house in order after supper. Then they go to sleep, and i focus on staying with Him. If He’s on the computer, i read or work on garden plans on the floor near Him.

At bedtime, we shower together, and i ask permission to join Him in the shower. Once given, if i step in and He points to the floor, i kneel, my arms under my breasts to create smooshy cleavage, eyes closed and mouth open to receive His piss.  At anytime during the day or night, i must be ready to act as a urinal.

After the shower, i follow Him to the bedroom, wait until He gets comfortable in bed, then kneel with my collar in hand and hand it to Him. He buckles it, then nods for me to say my devotional to Him:

You are Master

i am slave

You are Owner

i am owned

You command

i obey

You are to be pleased

i am to serve

Why is this?

Because You are Master

and i am slave

After this, i ask to join Him in bed. Unless i have been exceedingly disobedient, i am allowed to sleep next to Him, and i love it, even if He steals the blankets and beats me up in His sleep. 🙂

He is discovering His inner asshole, the kinda guy that loves to ram His cock down my throat until i am clawing and scratching for air. Gagging is good. It’s porn music for Him. The panic and pleading in my eyes as i struggle to get air into my lungs feeds Him, energizes Him. That control, my very life held under His hand, speaks to the core of His being. Paddles and canes are His favorites, belts and straps are also favored tools of fun. (Our definitions of fun often are nowhere near each other. Imagine that.) Piss play, wax, bondage, fucking machines, stocks and facefucking are things He might get up to when we’ve arranged for the kids to visit a relative.

We’ve never fully labeled ourselves and what it is we do. We started this before i knew there were places on the internet that talked about it. No matter what they call it nowadays, it boils down to He leads, i follow. i’ve slowly lost the ability to leave, and my ability to resist His commands is becoming fuzzier and fuzzier. This is not as rosy and pleasant as it would seem, and there are some days i panic for a moment and can only console myself that i asked for this, i signed up for this and by god i’m going to obey my vows for as long as fucking possible.

In exchange for my loyalty and service, He provides for my needs and some of my wants, feeds the inner masochist in me, helps me grow into the person He wants me to be. He allows me to serve Him, to gratify my need to submit and serve, in a safe and sane fashion. We feed each other from our respective capabilities. To be totally 90’s pop-culture, we are quite a bit like the yin-yang.

As Forrest is apt to say, “That’s all i gots to say about that.”