It’s almost shocking how lessons are learned around here. Since I’ve been a stay at home submissive, and now slave I always thought that I did the things I did for Master because they were part of my duties and nothing more. That they didn’t affect me at all.
However today I’m being punished, for what is inconsequential, but he has removed me from service. He doesn’t want me to make his coffee, fix his meals or do any of the things I normally do for him in any given day.
I feel worthless, dejected, devalued. I feel helpless. When I realized this was what today was going to be like I went through a gamut of emotions. Anger was first, but then doubt, frustration, confusion and sadness came in. Now I’m raw depressed. I’m not drawn to do anything but sit or lay about, listless.
He’s paid me no attention, he’s shown me no more care than he would a fly on the wall. And it hurts.
Thus that is my day. I am a shattered cup. I never realized how important it was to me to feel useful and that the service I provide him actually does mean something to me. I’ve never been an “only to please him” slave, but if only he would ask something of me just to please himself. I could feel value again.
Please. Let this trying time end, soon.
–lunaKM
I know I said I was going to write about the playtime we had at Mischief in May but right now I don’t feel like it. Maybe later.
I’m doing much better, thank you for the kind words everyone!
There were so many comments in the last post about my feeling less playful that I thought it deserved another post.
This has been a hellish day for me health-wise. Last night I developed a migraine which kept me up for most of the early morning. When I woke up after finally falling asleep I still had the migraine but joy of joys I also had nausea, dizziness and sound sensitivity.
OMG, It’s quite bad when the first person to tell me that I haven’t posted in a week isn’t Master, it’s froggy. Oiy. I had completely no clue that I had missed blogging! Wow. I guess I was just not doing anything that needed telling.
It is a warm day today. The thermostat got up to 82 at one point. Of course it didn’t help matters that I made bread for Master, flax bread for me and then used the broiler for dinner.
Today I made some bread for Master. It smells so delicious but I couldn’t tell you what it tastes like. These are the times I hate not being able to eat bread. The ‘bread’ I’ll make myself tomorrow won’t smell nearly as nice, but it will be safe for me to eat.