They look pretty innocent but are designed to give very easy access and to be taken off in one movement.Īnd then of course, on my days off, I do house work. Right now i am working on some dresses that can be worn during the day at home or when Master and i go out. Something i really love to do is design and make new garments. I attend a yoga class once a week to relax and become more flexible for any difficult position Master wishes to see me in. It is also a reminder of what awaits me at home. This is also fun, and keeps me from getting bored at my job. When i text Him, i make sure to always address Him properly and try to be as submissive as possible in my messages. This always reminds me to whom i belong and what i am. I always wear a bracelet Master gave me with His autograph engraved in it. This is how my life as a little house slave looks like, in a nutshell: But think i have found a pretty good balance. Perhaps you sense the chasm between my job role and my submissive life at home. In contrast, at my job, i’m an almost fulltime store manager with a team of six employees under my command and the head office breathing down my neck. This fact is something that comes before anything else. This got me thinking about how i achieve that balance.įirst and foremost, i am Master’s slave. I read a few blog posts from submissive women, who wrote about how they balanced their submissive side with their vanilla side. Tagged BDSm, Party, Problems Balancing my life as a 24/7 slave with everything else i do Now I just have to find the right occassion to try it out. Master told me about the trick to “fake it until you become it” but while still staying true to myself. I do not want to stay a wall flower for ever. But I am working on it with Master’s help. I often can not think of myself as important at all. Why would any one care about what I have to say ( weird that I have actually started a blog, but hey, I can’t see the readers faces, so it doesn’t matter) But Master taught me that it does matter, and that I should not be so hard on myself. I only care about making a sale, and the more sales I make, the higher my bonus will be, so no problem conversing there.īut as soon as it gets personal, that’s a whole other story. Probably because, to me, those conversations are very unpersonal, I don’t really care about the nice weather, or if a certain ring will make some lady’s finger look bulky. I have absolutely no problem with chitchatting in my shop.
The strange thing is, I work in shop, a jewelry shop for that matter, and I have to give a lot of personal advice to my customers. We left early because I felt very bad and upset, and at home I broke down in a major panic attack. I just sat there, hating myself for being so bloody shy. I was very anxious that evening, Master was chatting with some people He just met, and I just couldn’t. The last party we went to, ended in a disaster. So I usually just sit there, kind of looking at the table, or the floor, or slightly hiding behind Master, listening to His conversation, trying not to make eye contact, because ‘what if someone asked me something’ *oh the horror* I am afraid to start a conversation with anyone I don’t know, because I am afraid to sound or say something weird. I came with Him to a few, but I am terribly shy. I was to tired from work to stay up late, *insert any other excuse to stay in the comfort of my parents home* Actually I kind of stopped going out at night all together. But that group fell apart, we did not go to that club anymore. That was my life, nothing unexpected, nothing unpredictable, not neccessary to converse with people that I didn’t know. When I was younger I had a bunch of friends, and I would always go to the same club, with the same people, hanging in the same corner of the club, drinking the same beverage, every.
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