08/23/2018
The first week I had a Dom, I knew then and there that this is where I want to be in life. this is what I want to be, in how my future relationships were. I was also going on a few dates with someone with the permission of my Dom. Lets call him "Sir" for giggles and easier. So by Sir's permission I was going on dates, and even went on a small weekend getaway with him. It was very vanilla and the whole time I was with him I was thinking of Sir. Everything I did on Sir's command, it felt like a piece of him was there with me. I would order chicken instead of beef, and get only coffee at McDonalds, knowing he would not approve of anything else on the menu. He was not there, he was actually 10,000 miles away but at those little moments I felt he was. They made me smile, be more confident and boosted my ego. Secured my mind a bit. He would give me tasks such as a diet plan, and food journal of all my weekly meals, and when I wrote those down I felt more secure than ever. I have tried many diets in the past and none of them have worked as well as this particular one.
My first punishment, was actually the second day that I talked to him. I remember it as if it was yesterday. Keep in mind that I have never done anything like this before, and calling someone Sir constantly was/is hard, eccpically when I become comfortable, and light with conversation. So naturally it was the reason for my punishment. It was right before I was about to take my son to school, and I didn't use the name "Sir" when addressing him, so he gave me 10 lines. I had to write "I will remember my manners for my owner" 10 times. I felt uncomfortable and as if I was a small girl who needed her butt whipped. Degraded is a good word here. Also at the same time I felt excitement, the kind of excitement you get on your first day of a new job. Walking into the unknown.
As the days past, I ended up changing my outer appearance more, I was no longer just the mom with a messy bun, and flat shoes. I cut and colored my hair, I bought new clothes, and some heels. I was no longer the same person as I was before, so I should look the part. I felt different on the inside, so I needed that to match the outside.
The first week I had a Dom, I knew then and there that this is where I want to be in life. this is what I want to be, in how my future relationships were. I was also going on a few dates with someone with the permission of my Dom. Lets call him "Sir" for giggles and easier. So by Sir's permission I was going on dates, and even went on a small weekend getaway with him. It was very vanilla and the whole time I was with him I was thinking of Sir. Everything I did on Sir's command, it felt like a piece of him was there with me. I would order chicken instead of beef, and get only coffee at McDonalds, knowing he would not approve of anything else on the menu. He was not there, he was actually 10,000 miles away but at those little moments I felt he was. They made me smile, be more confident and boosted my ego. Secured my mind a bit. He would give me tasks such as a diet plan, and food journal of all my weekly meals, and when I wrote those down I felt more secure than ever. I have tried many diets in the past and none of them have worked as well as this particular one.
My first punishment, was actually the second day that I talked to him. I remember it as if it was yesterday. Keep in mind that I have never done anything like this before, and calling someone Sir constantly was/is hard, eccpically when I become comfortable, and light with conversation. So naturally it was the reason for my punishment. It was right before I was about to take my son to school, and I didn't use the name "Sir" when addressing him, so he gave me 10 lines. I had to write "I will remember my manners for my owner" 10 times. I felt uncomfortable and as if I was a small girl who needed her butt whipped. Degraded is a good word here. Also at the same time I felt excitement, the kind of excitement you get on your first day of a new job. Walking into the unknown.
As the days past, I ended up changing my outer appearance more, I was no longer just the mom with a messy bun, and flat shoes. I cut and colored my hair, I bought new clothes, and some heels. I was no longer the same person as I was before, so I should look the part. I felt different on the inside, so I needed that to match the outside.
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