Routine

Hi, everyone. It's been a while since I've posted. Do I say that every time? Anyway. In the past, I've really not cared much for routines. If there's one thing about me that I'm certain of, it's that I'm very much an improviser. I like to go with the flow, and adapt to things as they come up, do things as I think about them rather than doing things the same way every day. I've tended to associate routines with boredom and stagnation, things I like to avoid when I can. Recently, though, things have changed my opinion on the matter. If you read my rose's blog (and if you read mine and don't read her's, what the fuck is wrong with you? Her one is a thousand times better than mine, so get following it), you'll know that up until a couple of months ago, things had been...not so grand for us. For various reasons, which I'll identify as being because a lot of the time I'm really too lazy to be a good dom. There, I said it. I know part of my love of not having an organised life or a structured day is that it gives me the chance to slob out of doing things that need doing. Always the ability to put off until tomorrow what I should be doing today. Which for a Master with a slave who thrives on order, and stability, who needs to be secure before she can be happy, is the absolute worst thing to have. It makes me think things like "I'm not happy with what she's doing, but I'll let it slide this time. If she does it again, I'll make something of it". Except next time, I think the same thing again. I never do anything about it, and I feel a little less powerful, and she feels a little less cared for. A little less able to trust me to be there, perhaps. So I've changed that. Or rather, I'm changing that. I'm trying to change it in all facets of my life. In our relationship. In my personal habits. I'm getting there, slowly. But what's really working is having a routine to build our day around, especially now I have a job that I'm working at full time. I'm learning the value of these things. That being stricter, consistantly, is not only possible, but pleasant. That having the security that that provides has the benefits of providing me with a happier, more confident slave. And though we've had to spend a lot more time apart than I'd like, it does have the side-effect of making appreciate the time we do get together more, and want to make the most of it. So at the moment, our routine looks like this. Wake up together when my alarm goes off. I normally find her with her head pressed into my chest. Never quite sure how she can breathe, but she must manage ok. Dressed. Breakfast. Spend a few moments cuddling and chatting, groping, kissing. Bonding. Head out to work. The feeling of knowing that she's there at home, waiting, eagerly excited that I'll come home makes my days feel very positive and special. It's not a rule as yet, but pet has been using an app called Astrid to organise her days for when I'm not here. The great thing is, I can see what she puts on her to-do list and checks off of it. I really enjoy that feeling of being connected like that, of keeping an eye on her and being able to push her when she's not feeling up to things, and reward her when she does well. Come home. Receive the happy greetings of a loving slave who's missed her Master. Spend the evening enjoying each other's company and our mutual interests. This is honestly my favourite part of the day. Being able to relax and just enjoy being with her, the woman who is not only my slave and my lover, but also my partner and my best friend. Then bedtime. Sometimes I put her to bed and hold her until she falls asleep, then get back up for a bit, if I'm not tired yet. Othertimes, we go to bed the way we woke up. With a routine like that, who'd really want to change things? (edited for massive formatting fail. WTF is with this new blogger interface?)

Valentine's Day, 2012

So it's Valentine's Day again.

Those of you who know me, may know that I don't particularly care much about about it. The simple fact is that I believe if you love someone, if you care about them, if you're in a relationship with them, is that you shouldn't confine making them feel special to one day of the year. Every day is an opportunity to make your partner feel loved, to show them that you cherish them, whether that's in large ways or small. I'm not always very good at doing this, but I do try.

But there is some value to having a day to celebrate love in general, and the love in your life, specficially. So I wanted to take some time to talk about the love in my life.

So the rest of this post is to you, pet. I was looking for an anctual card yesterday, but none of them were right. The sweet ones were too boring or too sappy, the silly ones not showing enough seriousness, the sexy ones too crude or boring. So I decided to write you my own.

To say thank you, for everything that you give to me.

Thank you for being mine. Thank you for being the slave, the pet, the love, the rose that you are, and for all the happiness and pleasure that you bring me. Thank you for the pride in both of us that you make me feel.

Thank you for being sexy. Thank you for being sweet. Thank you for being silly. Thank you for being smart. Thank you for the cakes, cookies, crumbles and curries. Thank you for ice-cream for breakfast, and late night skinny dipping.

Thank you for killing it with hammers made of lava. Thank you for Lord of the Rings Marathons. Thank you for long car rides together. Thank you for Rebels games, "I'm Going To the Picnic" and getting bitten by possums.

Thank you for all the orgasms. Thank you for the spankings. Thank you for the look in your eyes as my hand goes around your throat. Thank you for the sweet, slow, soppy sex and the rough, hard, nasty sex and all the joy curled up together afterwards.

Thank you for putting up with me, even when I'm not the Master or the partner someone like you deserves. Thank you for being calm when I'm upset. Thank you for being sensible when I'm foolish. Thank you for being patient when I'm grumpy. Thank you for your support, your care and the love you show me every day.

But most of all, thank you for letting me love you, slavedoll.

You are the light of my life, pet. My most cherished posession, my best friend and my perfect drug. I promise to spend the rest of my life trying my best to love you the way you deserve.

I love you, pet.

Happy Valentine's Day. (And 46th anniversary of the decimalisation of currency in Australia)