Mommy’s life and mine have been unusually busy this past week, so we haven’t had a lot of time together, but here are a few updates from our activities.
This week, Mommy has told me to meet her at the door in a new way. Previously, I would meet her naked, on my knees, eyes down, holding a drink up for her. Now, she has told me to be naked, on my knees, but bent over at the waist so my forehead touches the floor and my back is arched, and my arms are stretched out in front of me, palms down. I am to wear my dog collar with a leash attached, and the leash is also put out in front of me for her to grab easily. I stay in this position, without stirring, while she removes her shoes and sets her things down. I only rise when she pulls me up by my leash and tells me to "get up." Then typically, we will tell each other how much we’ve missed each other, and we kiss passionately. Often when Mommy kisses me, she grabs the back of my head roughly and pulls me down and into her, and I can’t help but whimper a little as she takes control of me.
We are taking things slowly, and its occurring to me that greeting her like this will slowly have an effect on my mind. It will reinforce and further internalize both my sense of insignificance and the sense of her importance in my life. Perhaps even more than the act of kneeling this way itself, the preparation for this act is affecting my mind. Mommy will let me know an approximate time when she will be home, and she may give me instructions for how to have things ready for her when she arrives. If there are no instructions, which is more typical, I prepare by getting naked, tidying the house and doing any chores I can in the time I have, and getting her drink ready for her. I am often rushing to get things done and make sure my tasks are all accounted for and completed, so that everything will be as perfect as I can get it by the time she arrives. Then, about 10 minutes prior to her arrival, I stand by the window and watch for her. I have to do this in order to be kneeling in time for her when she arrives at the door. Once I see her car pull up, I quickly drop anything else I may be doing and hurry into position and wait for her.
After letting me cum earlier in the week, she allowed me to be out of my chastity cage for the rest of the evening and into the next morning. It was both a relief to be free, and an odd feeling, and she commented that my little cock looked strange and even more pathetic without its cage. It seemed that way to me too. The cage went back on when I woke up the next morning.
Mommy says she is liking me being naked all of the time indoors, and that when she sees me in clothes, its also "strange." I am still allowed on the furniture sometimes, but she is slowly training me out of this behavior. We also received new steel bracelets we had ordered to replace the previous ones we had. These are much nicer in several ways. The construction is more solid. They are oval, so they fit around our wrists better. And, despite the fact that they have two of the same types of screws as our previous bracelets, that can’t be tightened, they seem to be staying in place. Its a much nicer experience.
Then last night, I took Mommy out to a restaurant I knew but that was new to her. It has nice food and a comfortable atmosphere and is on the inlet to a large lake. I knew she would like it, and she did very much. As is normal for us now, she orders for me, although I am allowed to pick my own food and tell her beforehand. This night was the first time we had a male server when we did this, and Mommy asked me if that made me feel any different. It did: its natural for me to feel awkward around another woman, as this is how I have always interacted with women, but it was a different feeling with a man, although I’m not sure I can verbalize how. It was certainly a different kind of humiliation. Another thing I noted was that he stopped looking and talking to me almost immediately, although at one point, he did ask me if I wanted another drink, as my glass was empty, and I looked at Mommy and told her what I wanted, and then she looked at him and nodded her approval. Its actually a little unclear to me if I am allowed to talk to the waitstaff to even say "thank you" or even look at them when they are at the table.
Mommy has started writing her own thoughts down about us that she will add to my blog in the near future when its upgraded. She lets me read them, and in one, she talked extensively about having other slaves, starting with one and seeing where that leads. The idea was very exciting to me. In the past when I thought about a possible future in a Female Led Relationship, I generally thought of just me and my owner. But to be just one of her slaves would crush my soul even more. She has talked about this often since showing me her written thoughts. She has talked about the three of us going out to dinner together, each of us taking care of her needs. It would be clear to everyone that we both belonged to her and that she was in charge of us both.
She says that she is too busy to pursue another slave right now, and she wants to focus on my training, but that perhaps by next Summer, we could both start looking for a third. She asked me to write a Tinder profile for her that would be subtle enough that a normal person wouldn’t know exactly what was implied, but something that would grab the attention of another male like me who could guess what was actually meant. She also asked that I write about what I would like in an additional slave, and finally, to write a description of her to give to a slave candidate. I finished all of these, and Mommy seemed to approve of my work.
We are planning to pick up Mommy’s new motorcycle this weekend, which she is very excited about. We talked about possibly going to a bar so she could flirt with other men in front of me. We’ve also talked about how nice it would be to have a rainy day, where we could nap, watch movies, and cuddle while listening to the rain fall on the roof.