In an effort to find myself again, Master and I have been discussing rules and protocol, as things have been rather lax between us. Things I was supposed to have been doing, such as writing here every day, had fallen by the wayside, replaced with laziness and general meh.
As such, things are going to change. I’m going to become the submissive that Master and I both want me to be. The quiet, demure submissive that is admired from afar. Master’s beautiful plaything that he allows others to view, perhaps to touch if it’s his desire.
The very idea of this appeals to me on such a base level, as if it’s an instrumental part of my being. Without it, I’ll simply exist and not truly live. I hope it’s not too difficult to sort out after all this time.