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I moved my blog to dedicated hosting instead of having it on our own server. The blog with the enormity of it was cripiling the other websites I have. Now that it’s moved it will run a lot smoother. That being said, I have an issue still with the .htaccess. I have to contact the hosting provider and find out why it won’t recognize it so that I can use a different permalink structure. If you come across links inside of posts that don’t work, that’s probably why.
Today was really busy. I took my car in for an oil change and found that the exhaust was hanging on by one bracket and it had a hole in it. Master approved all the recommended repairs over the phone and I spent over 2 hours at the auto place. After lunch I went grocery shopping. I didn’t want to go really, but I kept telling myself that it was part of being a stay at home submissive now. Master isn’t required or asked to go shopping and I miss his company when I’m out and about.
I got home and Master changed the DNS on the server so I had to set up my blog relatively quickly so that you guys didn’t think I disappeared without even a goodbye. My blog is important to me!
About my blog, I’d like to know what you all think of the Lifestream posts from twitter and other things. Should I not post them and just leave them in the sidebar? The people that don’t come to my blog to read never see what I do there, but those that do may be seeing it twice. What are your thoughts?
I’ve been forgetting Master’s coffee service a lot lately. I can’t explain why except that I’m just getting wrapped up in other things. It’s really bad and I feel horrible whenever he has to remind me. I’m not 100% sure what I am going to do to turn that around. He’s getting tired of it.
I have a ton of things to do tomorrow but I do feel good that I got the dishes done tonight. I can play catch up with everything else tomorrow. I’m off to give Master his SUNDAY foot rub today.
PS: Oh and those of you who want to know how the clone a willy kit went? Not successful exactly. We needed way more rubber than the kit came with, so I stuck a large dowel in it to try to take up some of the volume. Master’s a big guy I didn’t pull it back far enough and its edge is along the dildo, certain to cut me. We had to toss it. I’m sure we will do it again though because it was very very detailed and lovely. Every little crease, vein and skin texture was duplicated. It was awesome! I’d highly recommend it, but if you have doubt that your partner is more than average get extra rubber.
We tried one of those clone a willy kits today…. found out we didn’t have enough rubber to fill the mold. So instead of the vibrator they gave us, I shoved a dowel rod I had set aside for a flogger handle. It filled most of the mold up so we should be okay. I now have a dildo on a stick. *smirk* Let you know when we take it out of the mold tomorrow!
Yesterday’s munch went really well. We met Mr Iowa Leather 2008, Sir Liam and his slave Bella. He has a passion to unite all of the Iowa kink communities, create a community center in Des Moines and run a yearly (or bi-yearly) event in Iowa. He’s got the obssessive passion, if he gets support it can be done. Master and Sir Liam got along really well together. Master’s ideas of community unity are on a smaller scale (or Global) depending on your vision.
He spouted how we should start having parties for our group to grow. It’s something we aren’t against but it’s not the focus of our group and we are afraid that it might be if we try that route. He wants to have a meet and greet for Iowa to discuss what each group offers for the community and hopefully get some cross-influence.
Sir Liam wants us to get out and go to regional and national events. We’d love to if we had the money to do it all the time. We wanted to go to Shibaricon, but with my step mom failing fast, we cancelled those plans. We haven’t looked into other events because we have plans for going to an event sooner or later.
It sounds like we will be helping with the group they want to start to unify the Iowa Kink community. Master seems very excited to have some of his dreams realized in someone else’s goals. I’ve also been asked to help ISU Cuffs group with a kinky crafts night. I’ll have to figure out what they can make with little tools and cheap items.
As a couple they were fun to watch interact. Bella has a little bratty characteristic that Sir Liam fed on and enjoyed. Bratty behavior tends to drive me nuts but I keep it to myself. I’m really not sure why it bothers me. She was condescending a few times to her Sir and I had to bite my tongue because that is a punishable offense for me. Again, just interesting to see different dynamics.
I think Sir Liam thought we defined ourself as M/s instead of D/s soley because I called KM, Master. But then we didn’t correct him either. Could we be considered M/s to outsiders? It’s interesting. I could ponder it more, but I know that we just don’t fit the ‘mold’ that is M/s. I don’t think I could ever identify as slave. Nothing wrong with that but I’m happy where I define myself.
Celebrating Earth Hour Extreme today. Going to be gone for munch day, everything is getting shut off before we leave this morning, back on tonight when we get home!
Earth Hour is at 8:30pm local time where ever you are. Spend some quality time with no electrics on! Kinky time
There has been less and less descriptive sex on this blog, other than the fantasy I posted this week. It’s not that we don’t have awesome hot fabulous sex or naughty play. Master has mentioned that he’s not really comfortable with private activites being shared now that we have so many people we know face-to-face reading this blog. So… blame him.
Now if you know us that does not mean you can’t read here!! I love knowing (or hate to love) that I don’t have to repeat myself when people ask me what’s going on. You already know. It’s kinda nice. Then again, you know my inner thoughts because I don’t censor them (other than the sex bits).
Who needs to read the sex we are having anyway? We are a committed couple, fully in love, honeymooning still after over 4 years together. Of course we are having hot monkey sex in every room, every way, every time of day. That’s just who we are.
My blog is always classed as a sex blog even though I don’t share a lot of pictures or sex scenes. I consider it kinda interesting. I know my blog is a lifestyle blog, but really… sex blog just because the lifestyle is alternative sexuality based? Hmmm.
All of you know by now that I’ve got a new blog, Submissive Guide. Did you know that I moved Submissive Journal Prompts too? It’s awesome. There are like 600 prompts on the site right now, with a random feature and it posts about every other day or so. Since I can’t come up with 5 every week, I have it pulling archived prompts too. I doubt anyone has written about all of them. I love the new way it’s set up. Let me know what you think about it! Is it missing anything?
I sometimes wonder if I’ll be able to do everything I want to do. I have dreams of a small toy store where I sell what I can make. I’m working on things for it now. The store part is complicated and I’m going to have to learn it before I can even let people know where it exists. I want to make basic floggers, unique other toys and some jewelry. It won’t be large ever. I won’t let it get big. The big thing in my work life will be Submissive Guide. I feel so connected to it already and it can only get bigger.
So, am I a sex blogger? Not really but I don’t mind be associated with all those hot bloggers who can share their bedroom fun with the world!
I woke up horny. Very horny. Master was very amicable (like he could deny me in that sexy black lace babydoll). Let’s just say he has the best tongue and fingers ever! He made me come so hard that I had tears in my eyes. Holy smokes was it good, but he had more plans. We fucked like bunnies and my god, if you have never had sex after an orgasm I highly recommend it. My pussy pulsed with sensitivity around his dick. Mmm.
Just an hour later we were at it again. Yup. He just got up from his desk, stood in front of me with his hard dick and said let’s go. Oh yea, off I go.
Lunchtime, more sex. I swear I’m feeling so juicy and good today. I’m sexy, Master thinks I’m sexy and that’s a grand feeling!
My first HNT in a long long time. It’s basic but I’m sure I’ll come out of my skin for some fun ones later on. What would you like to see?
I prepared for play as I always do; a shower, picking music and mental preparation. Play with Master is always an adventure into my own self whether it be from pain or pleasure or both. I don’t know what to expect this time as I enter the room.
Master is there, dressed in tight blue jeans and a bare chest. I can smell his scent from across the room and it lights fire in my soul. He smiles and asks me to kneel for him.
I kneel in the center of the room and he slips a leather play collar around my neck. I shiver with anticipation and look up at him. I notice out of the corner of my eye that he has a lot of impliments out today and realize that pain is on the menu.
When he has me rise I am directed to the spanking bench and as I get comfortable on it he pulls out the ropes. Quickly I am cuffed and tied in place so that I couldn’t move out of position. I struggle a little against the ropes, not because I’m scared but just to feel the fibers rub my skin; completely locked in place. Master runs his hands along my body and a shiver runs down my spine as I relax into the bench.
Master starts with his hand, swatting and spanking my ass, thighs and pussy. A methodical rythm developing in his attack on my body, I moan and gasp and whimper as the spanking goes on. My ass feels very warm and he playfully runs his nails up the tender flesh causing me to groan loudly. I start to tremble. I whine that my left asscheck hurts more than the right so he swats it extra hard. Oh. Evil!
“Five More, slut.”
I brace in preparation because I know these five are meant to be felt and felt hard. The fall on me slow and deliberate and I have to breathe and wiggle a little after each one, the pain working deep within me as I feel them disipate. Relaxing my now tense muscles after the final stroke I hear him reach for one of the toys lined up for today.
My tender skin alight already it doesn’t take much introduction for me to feel a flogger thud deep with just a gentle touch. He works my back and thighs in the same methodical motions, skipping my ass except to run his fingernails along it every so often to remind me who owns me and the pain that is his today.
The flogger works harder, then becomes two. The steady rhythm can take me into bliss and I sink deep into the pleasure of it. My thighs start to ache, my back is numbing from the constant beat of the leather and I sigh. After what seems like only seconds, “Five More, slut.” The final impacts of the leather is bittersweet as I want to continue into their bliss.
Master switches floggers to the rubber whip and within the first strike I am squirming and whimpering again. It has a huge bite for such a little toy and I can’t tell my body to stop struggling to get away and I can feel the burns developing on my wrists and ankles. It’s pleasurable but the whip feels like stings and bites. I hiss and growl as it takes me from my happy place into the here and now, fighting back tears and curse words, hating that toy and the wetness that always develops in my pussy from the pain.
He knows how to dance with me. I’m making noises with every stroke and he’s smiling, I know he his.
“Five More, slut.”
Bracing as best I can I wait for the onslaught that is to come. These strikes are fierce and fast. Coming down faster than I could count them and the pain clouds my vision and I am overloaded with sensation.
I feel Master close, he is touching me, holding me and telling me how wonderful I’m being. He kisses my cheek and reaches down to the ties on my wrists, removing the ties and massaging my wrists and fingers. He kneels by my ankles and does the same thing. The loving care radiates to me and calms my nerves a bit.
My body feels like it is on fire. Parts tingle, others burn and my mind is singing with pain’s dance. I love it, I hate it. Master helps me rise and then forces me to sit on the sofa. My ass denies me comfort as he spreads my legs wide and tells me to hold them there.
He turns to the toys again and when he turns back around I groan. The octocrop is in his hand. It’s a small rubber whip on the end of a crop handle. My pussy is the next target and the smile on his face is confirmation enough.
It’s hard to describe a pussy whipping to someone who has never had one, but imagine sharp, intense pain on your pink bits and it might be close. Master taps my mound and teases my lips, flicking lightly and for a moment it feels good. That moment fleets and he assaults my bits, a steady rain of razor sharp pain. I hold my breath, let it out in moans and yelps of pain, begging for Master to let up just a bit. I struggle to hold my legs open and he swats them each time I attempt to close them in on the pain.
I’m so wet by this point that I could feel the puddle dripping down my asscrack onto the sofa. Pain has this response in me and I’m so grateful when I hear, “Five More, slut.” Those last five send me over the edge and I turn intward in pain, the fireworks behind my eyes a colorful picture. I hiss loudly and curse.
I lay there as the pain takes hold and I feel him sit next to me, lower my legs and hold me, carressing my face and shoulders, just touching me. He tells me I’m such a good slut and we are perfect for each other.
His fingers slide down over my now swollen and painful mound and hit my clit, reminding me just how turned on I am. He mmmm’s in appreciation and tells me to come for him working my clit in circular motions. I arch and moan, trembling again as I feel it build. My orgasm is close and I beg to come. He makes me count to 5, but then I come so hard, so much that I buck on the sofa and I feel a flood of liquid down my legs. Then I collapse and thank Master for the orgasm. When my eyes finally focus on him he has that wicked smile on his lips.
“Five More, slut.”
1. Ever Googled a date, a potential date or an ex?
No. Never been that interested in it. I have googled myself though!
2. Do you gossip?
I used to. I’m not allowed to anymore. It’s just bad behavior and not what Master wants to see out of me.
3. How many people do you completely trust?
4. Have you ever had sex in car?
No, but I’ve done blow jobs in a car, had sex on the roof of a car and I’m sure that won’t be the end of it.
5. What is your best flirting technique: innuendo, telling a dirty joke, talking about sex life, or physical contact?
Physical contact with some subtle to overt flashing of skin.
Bonus (as in optional): How many times is the most you have ever had sex in a 24 hour period?
Eight and boy was my pussy tired!
Here we are on a Monday where I might actually do a Mediation Monday. It’s been a long time so here’s what normally happens. I talk about something about my dynamic or relationship that might be interesting to others. I do try to get questions from people for these, but I’m going to have to wing it this week
I got up on time today but with a killer migraine. I’m still living with it right now, but it’s not nearly as bad as it was. I got all of my household chores done by noon and went off to the store. I really need to learn not to go hungry because everything looked so darn good! I stuck to my list though… mostly.
Part of my new service has been finding greener ways to live, and the first thing I did was buy the reusable bags for groceries. I feel so much better using those and by gosh I use half the number of bags this way! They are huge enough for 8 liters of water and more items on top! I just feel good about using them and can’t explain it. Now that I have that going for me I’m working on recycling. Milk jugs first since that’s easy and then perhaps I’ll do tin cans. They require some prep work before I can return those, but I think I can do it. Milk jugs was the big thing right now. I’ll turn in what I have this week sometime.
I have a roast in the oven, usually I roast something on Sunday, but we had a lazy day and had fast food. So, mmm, roast. I’m going to try turnips today for the first time ever in my mashed potatoes. If I like them I also read that I can make them in the roasted veggies I like (zucchini, yellow squash, peppers, onions, potatoes). I’m tempted to try parsnips next. Master already has informed me he doesn’t like turnips, parsnips or swede (rutabaga) so I’ll be eating these on my own if I find I like them.
Now on to Meditation Monday!
I thought I’d talk about my size today and how we’ve adjusted how it impacts my life with Master. If you haven’t figured out from the picture up top, and I know it’s hard to guess, I am morbidly obese. This means I am well over 100 lbs over the suggested weight I should be for my height. In fact I’m closer to 150 lbs overweight. I don’t want to stay this way forever, but until I can really go crazy with life changes and exercise I’m having to adjust my life as it is. I’ve always been fat. That’s not going to change.
So, one of the things that I’d love to do more of, but am limited is kneeling, sitting on the floor and crawling. All of these things hurt in different ways. I can kneel up for about 5 mins, but I can’t rest back on my heels, there’s just too much in the way. I can be on all fours for quite awhile though if I have support under my belly. I sit on the floor occasionally. We planned for weekly but that’s not a habit yet. I have a pillow or two that I sit on, but the pressure of my belly apron on my upper thighs (and the veins there) cause my legs to go to sleep. That’s just not comfortable. Master lets me shift and move when I need to though. Crawling is killer for me knees on the hard floors, but I can do it for awhile on carpets. He hasn’t really asked me to do this ever, but I have done it myself to tease him seductively!
Other things I’ve had to deal with are fetish clothing I can’t wear, the amount of rope has to use for anything decorative on me and shaving problems.
That’s right I said shaving problems. If you aren’t a little bit overweight you wouldn’t really now, but I’ve not seen my pussy directly in over 10 years. To shave is more a feel and scrape approach. It’s not perfect, I cut myself a lot and all those recommended methods that show up on submissive forums all the time, just don’t work. I can’t see what I’m doing! Oh well. Master can and he loves it just fine. I must do a decent job then.
Turned down by 2 Health Insurance companies because I’m fat. How unfair is that…. I’m going to have to go without for awhile I think.
So, as I’ve mentioned before, one of the new changes in service has been my addition of announcing the food or item that Master has asked for when I bring it to him. The start of the service was basic coffee service. Master loves coffee and drinks quite a bit of it some days. It was the first rule he established when he moved in over 4 years ago, and probably one of the only ones that doesn’t feel like a rule anymore. I just have a habit now to prepare his coffee every morning.
It took me a good 3 weeks or so to get the sweetness down though. He likes sweet coffee. In a normal 8 oz mug he wants 3 teaspoons of sugar and about 1 teaspoon and a half of creamer. Then we switched to flavored creamer and he’s even happier. French vanilla creamer makes his coffee really sweet.
About 6 months ago I started counting how many stirs I did for each cup to mix the sweetners and it rounded to about 20, so now I count it each time. It’s like a mediation on his coffee. I enjoy it and it has made my coffee service mean more to me when I have a ritual to it.
If Master is still in bed after I’ve woken him and when the coffee is done, I stop by the bedroom door and ask where he’d like the coffee placed (his desk or the end table next to the futon). I’m assuming this also informs him that the coffee is ready and he should try to get up.
I carefully carry it to his requested spot, sometimes I have been known to spill a few drops but I really do try not to. If he is up and at the location, I now announce the arrival of his coffee.
“Your coffee Master.”
“Thank you slut.”
I enjoy doing that. I’m sure that once I get into this ritual I can add to it, perhaps curtesying when he has said thank you or something. I dunno, time will tell what I come up with.
Master likes that I have added to something so simple and made it special for me and for him as well.
I’m fighting myself to keep from crying. I feel really depressed. I know exactly why too. When I started being a stay at home submissive I had a lot of dreams. I still do. But one thing that knew I’d have to come to terms with is the feeling of value and satisfaction that I used to get out of going to work I had to find elsewhere. Some days I feel good at home, like I’m destined to be happy and fulfilled here. Other days I feel trapped, useless and lonely.
Master is here with me, and that’s not the lonely I mean. I get out once a week to sit where I can wifi my way online and work in a different environment. But I don’t feel like I’m pulling my weight. Submissive Guide isn’t destined to make decent money for at least a year. This means I need to be able to work on my tiny little BDSM store too. Master doesn’t agree with the way I’d like to run it, but I’m sure he’ll let me try it my way before overriding me if I don’t make much money in the first 6 months.
Why is it that I feel I need to make money to feel satisfied? I have to figure out what it is that can make me feel satisfied working at home.
It’s been a month since I lost my job. I’ve been learning and growing as a stay-at-home submissive. The apartment is a lot cleaner than it ever was, but not as clean as I ultimately want to maintain it. I have worked to develop Submissive Guide and have plans for the future of it so that it will make it where I want it to in a year or so.
Master has noticed a change in me, but I can’t really explain it. It’s by no means easy and I do hope that I can get this done right. I’m obeying with less fight back and I’m working hard on my compliance when asked to do things. I really do think that I can be a model for others as they travel down this new path.
I’ve started enhancing a basic service that I provide Master. When I serve him coffee or anything else I’ve been announcing it. He likes it. So much so that he noticed when I stopped to see if he had paid attention. “Your coffee Master.”
I’m going to start wearing a “uniform” on Monday. I have lingerie and my corset ready to start dressing sexy for Master while I do my housecleaning and website work. I’m going to test that and see if I’m able to stay warm enough with that. I know that summer will be fine. I mentioned to Master that I’d like a few more skirts or summer dresses to wear when out of the house. It is possible that he will allow me to spend a bit of money on sale skirts and dresses, so I better start looking.
I’ve tried the homemade laundry powder with success. I’m not allergic to it and it makes my laundry smell fresh, not perfumed. I will have to buy cheaper bar soap or flakes to make it worth while to continue doing. I plan on trying vinegar in the rinse to get the softener effect. I don’t usually use softener but it will be nice on the towels and sheets for sure.
My cleaning routine is getting refined. I’m planning to get it all tightened down and I can be happy at home.
I snuggled with Master this morning and announced that my sex drive was back. I rubbed my hands all over him, rocking my hips against him and he took me. Morning fucks are back on the menu. It’s been so long since we’ve done it that I forgot how wonderful it is. It’s more sensitive perhaps? Still one of the best ways to wake up.
Later that morning, or perhaps it was closer to lunch, I can’t remember, I was working on Submissive Guide work and he came into the kitchen, grabbed my ponytail. He told me to stop what I was doing and pulled me up from my chair. Pulling me from my ponytail into the bedroom and pulled the clothing off of me. He pushed me on the bed on my knees and took me. He wanted pussy. I wasn’t even sure if he wanted me to make noise, sometimes when I’m pussy he denies me my voice.
The afternoon I got sidetracked and played with the blog theme till it resulted in what it is now. I’ve always had fun changing my blog over and over again. This theme lets me do it at a moments notice without fighting with anything. Just upload a new header image and then everything else can be changed from the administration panel.
At 6pm Master announced that it was now the weekend. I was then brought into the bedroom for another fuck. Good way to start the weekend, don’t you agree?
Today is the first day of Spring. It is also Sir Areli’s birthday. Happy Birthday!
I changed my blog theme again. If you’ve been visiting my blog for a long time you may recognize it. It’s an old theme. What do you think?
Yesterday I woke up tired. Shortly after Master got up for work that day, I laid back down for a nap. I slept for an hour. Groggy, I then continued the day, looking beat tired until 4:00pm when Master made me take another nap and said I wasn’t to get up until he came to get me at 5:00pm. I slept, sort of. The rest of the night carried on like the afternoon did. I felt like a zombie. So he ordered a sleeping aide and sent me to bed at 10:30pm. I got up at 8:30am this morning feeling more rested but still kinda tired. I didn’t take a nap though and have made it to the end of today without feeling like a zombie.
I got a lot accomplished today. It was my first day following my newly written daily cleaning/weekly cleaning. I did all of the daily cleaning, but fell short on the weekly cleaning because I got so wrapped up in SubmissiveGuide.com stuff. I felt really good about what I did do, so tomorrow will hopefully go the same.
Master has already told me that I will be taking a sleeping pill again tonight but will abstain Tomorrow night to see if my sleeping gets under control. I am hoping that I don’t have to talk to my Dr. about my sleeping issue becuase it could mean that the thyroid levels are out of whack and he just checked them (when they were fine).
I’m also doing a lot of stress eating. Master noticed it before I did and I feel horrible about it. To help curb it I’m limiting myself to one type of food; popcorn. I can’t stop it altogether since that is just the way I comfort myself during stress and no can say I’m not under stress. So, while it may not be perfectly healthy it is a better choice than the whole bag of Doritos and pint of ice cream I ate on Tuesday (not to mention 4 caramel cream eggs). *sigh* I think I’m stuck being fat.
Speaking of fat, I keep mentioning to get back to exercise in the morning but because of my sleep schedule that is on hold as well. I really want to succeed at this stay at home thing since my website business ventures won’t net money right away. I really should work on the BDSM Toy store idea I had way back that Master would like to see happen. It would be a tiny store, but I’m sure someone would buy my items.
Master and I have increased the amount of sex lately. It’s been great, but none of the truly mind-blowing sex we normally have. Now that’s not to say it’s not good, because damn if the orgasms I had the other day weren’t some of the best this month, I don’t know how to top them! My titties got beat up on Friday night and that was heavenly. I have one bruise still left on my left tit from that. I want pussy torture next and Master is raring to try our new octocrop (rubber whip on a crop handle). That’s always leaves marks instantly. My pussy will be singing for days afterward.
No news about my step mom other than what S. has told me. I’m going to call my dad this weekend I think and check in with him. It’s hard to get news from him though, he tends to keep it hidden (just what I learned from him). Hopefully I can at least comfort him.
Today I will plan my morning routine and how much time I want to devote to Submissive Guide. I want to do the housework in the morning because that is when I feel most productive and it should be my priority. I’m shooting for having all the daily housework done within 2 hours so that I can devote 1 hour or so to some new home project (organization, or deep cleaning or something, crafts). I’d really like to spend the afternoons on SubmissiveGuide. I think I could write better when the housecleaning is done.
I do anticipate a lot of struggle to get the routine set in stone, but I know that any efforts will be rewarded. I already love being able to go around the apartment and not have to weave around things on the floor, the laundry is getting done more than it used to and the dishes aren’t piling up. I really didn’t know how happy I would feel to have this stuff done and to see Master happy that the house is picked up. I just thought it would be work, ya know.
This weekend, we went to a local munch were we said goodbye and well wishes to a good friend of ours who got a job in another state and will be moving to be with her Dominant who went ahead of her over a year ago. I’m so happy that she’s going to live her life, a new job she wanted and happiness all around. She will be back, and we can’t wait for that.
Master and I also spent the day with another friend of ours, Sir Areli who is still recovering from a recent break up, and we had a wonderful time talking and enjoying each other’s company. She called Master on a few times where he corrected her as he would me (which I had picked up on). It was kinda funny for me because he didn’t even know he was doing it. Hopefully he’ll catch it in the future.
Something that I never really thought would bother him was that while at the munch there are several that read my blog and came over to comfort me about my step-mom and the new change in my life. He expressed later that he was perplexed that no one was asking him how he was handling the change in our lives. I think it really bothered him in order to bring it up. I told him it’s hard to know what his side is if he doesn’t express it. I realize it’s a change for him too, but I guess I never thought just how much. He’s always said that this was part of his dream plans for me, so when I ask him how he is about it, he’s happy. Of course there is stress to it. I’m here all the time, he’s watching me more and controling more of my life now. It’s quite a change for him too.
So, off I go to figure out my new morning routine and wake Master for work. Have a great day!