BDSM is Love

In previous posts I’ve talked about the speech training that Master has me learning. He’s finally come closer to what he wants me to do, and I’ve been practicing it as much as possible.

It’s been a hard trip, but I’ve slowly been changing how I say things to make it more like seeking permission instead of commanding or just telling him. Getting gas after work used to be something like this; “I’m going to the gas station after work.” It’s now, “Master, may I go to the gas station after work?” Every situation like that has had to change. Sometimes it works and other times I get the look. I’m getting better at correcting myself before the sentence gets too far and I know he sees that.

I guess part of why this is difficult for me is that I’m not that good at asking for what I want, it’s more like I tell someone. Since Master has taken over more of my life I’ve had to give up the command control. It’s a natural progression and one that I’m not fighting often. But I have gotten testy a time or two about being corrected. Hopefully nothing that gets written in Master’s black book.

Speaking of Master’s book, it’s seen action this week. I didn’t blog yesterday like I was supposed to, which is another reason I’m blogging right now; I have to make up the missed post and pay for it tomorrow too. I’m also about 20 minutes shy of exercise for this week. Hopefully I get moving and do it tomorrow. I’ve done 30 minutes today. Next week is going to be hard because I hope to bump it up to 80 minutes. I have a feeling that I’m going to struggle hard to get there.

–luna