Service Slut

Recently, I took a drive up to NorCal and figured I would record something. Get things off my chest. Consider it a huge tweet! Part One And then I stopped for gas! Part Two

Does your submission – either what you practice or what you strive for – have a label? Do you view your submission as Taken in Hand, domestic discipline, top/bottom, dominant/submissive, master/slave, owner/pet, or some other description or combination? If you do not use a label, why? My twitter handle describes a huge portion of what I am: a service slut. My service comes in many forms but the most obvious is domestic service. As often as possible, I clean for my Mistress. My service comes from the stance of making Her life simpler. Whether it is doing the dishes or just fetching something, it means that it is one less thing she has to do. Most of the time, she doesn’t ask things of me. It comes naturally to want to perform these tasks. I do them out of love for her and because I relish in the joy she displays when a domestic chore has been completed. In addition to being in a D/s dynamic, my submission manifests itself through pet play. Mistress makes me feel like a prized pet and I...

Lady D. Oh Lady D. She is sweetness and mischief rolled up into hot. I turn into a puddle when she smiles at me. I credit this woman with pulling me out of my rut. (You know, that rut in which you haven’t crushed hard on someone for QUITE a while.) Because life is the way she is, Lady D is strictly hetero so that crush was slowly, well, crushed. It took us a bit but we made it back to friend status but she’s always going to be that platonic crush and I certainly hope that is okay with her. So when she asked me to come over to clean her kitchen, I was beyond delighted! I texted her to ask if she wanted me to work on anything specific. My slight smile turned into a grin when she responded that I should check my e-mail. “Instructions”, read the subject line. Fuck, I didn’t know if she knew that would turn me on but it sure did. I thrive on instructions, rules and formality. It is the Emily Post in me. She gave me instructions on what she wanted done and ended her message with “I should b...