The start of our forever

 

In just over a week's time, our whole lives are about to change as Sir and I make the move to bringing our family together for good. For over a year it's been a case of frequent visits, rushing memory building into short spaces of time and always having to say Goodbye. It's been a beautiful journey thus far, but it's been difficult too, emotional and tiring. A few months ago, Sir and I knew we had to make changes - it was becoming too hard on the heart to keep our family some two hundred mile distance apart and we all felt the strain. Amazingly, after just the second interview at a career opportunity that seemed too perfect to pass up on - we received the call that would cement our future and in just ten days from now - Sir and I will be living together, bringing up our beautiful children and building our first 'family home'.
 

Why I choose submission

Control is the centre piece of my life and it is the foundation of which keeps my feet grounded.
It is something I rely on - to make my days run smoothly and effortlessly; to instil and encourage my wealth of self-confidence and peace of mind. It is the pivotal point of which I govern my entire life around - but I do not have it, I do not own it and it is not mine...

A stronger submissive

Stood facing the blank white walls of our lounge, I wanted to cry.
All the emotions I knew I'd feel were there but much more profound than I imagined they would be. Shame, guilt, disappointment.
I could feel Sir's eyes occasionally checking over on me, watching as I stood silent - thinking about my earlier infractions. The room was quiet except for the sounds of his thinking and mine. Ten minutes is a short passage of time but wrists bound and nose so close to the plasterboard - it seemed to last beyond what felt remotely comfortable.

Physical Punishment - the first one

I'm apprehensive. I'm due a punishment and I believe Sir has chosen the one he knows will hit the hardest, both literally and emotionally.
Now I'm not naïve enough to believe I don't deserve it; infact, I'm fully aware that my behaviour of late has more than warranted a punishment to be served. This doesn't mean I want  it though.
Of course, no submissive ever desires to be punished but sometimes it's a necessity and in my case wherever there's a need for punishment - it will almost always be necessary.

I will always ask....

It's rare I get the chance to write about a post that's so fresh in my mind.
I usually get disconnected from the cyber responsibility of blogging while I rest in his arms, recollecting ourselves after we've made love. Or I'm busy, doing the every day things that must be done before the opportunity to open the laptop even comes around. But tonight, I could not have rested, put my head down and gone to sleep without coming here. It's fifteen minutes past bed-time, but even Sir has probably acknowledged the rare opening for a new blog post too - and willingly gave me the free time. I needed to write for two reasons - I want the outlet to express how I feel but more importantly - somewhere to come back to, to remind myself of what I have learned.