He wakes me up with the most devoted foot massage, steamy coffee already set on my bedside table – this silent servant begins my day with the greatest gentleness. Taking the time to follow my body language, he stays kneeling by my bedside, focused and ready for my subtle queues to begin the day.

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Curtains are pulled back gently, keeping attention focused on how much I welcome (or don’t) the morning light. As I fully awake, I notice from a distance, the reflection of candles flickering through my hallway as the sound of a shower coming to temperature is just barely audible.

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Without prompting, threats of correction or constant guidance;  he knows what I need. Having fully perfected his training no words have yet been spoken so I can focus my thoughts and prepare for my debauched day without interruption; and no interruption is needed.

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As I undress for my shower, his eyes are already cast down, hands outstretched to receive my night clothes, chastity device picking up the subtle glimmers of light as he too stands undressed before me, pulling back the shower curtain. My very first thoughts of the day are about how tight that cage will be for him in a few hours and how much tighter it would be if he dared to look up as I step into the steamy water.

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My morning is nothing but bliss, planning, prepping and meticulously applying make up; I focus on nothing else but what impulses I’d like to dive into today. My pets are fed and walked, dungeon cleaned, music turned to a gentle tone in my favorite station, breakfast already waiting by the computer – my inbox simply waiting for my password.

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He thinks of what I want before I want it, slaving over my possible desires with the same enthusiasm he would absorb a direct order. My silence and smile tells him he’s done everything I could hope to want, this very good boy.

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It’s just a morning routine, but twice a week for us – it’s the most beautiful expression of a servant in his most perfect element. Preparing his Goddess for a day she will conquer, backed by his careful thoughts and attention and fueled  by his need to make my life better.

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While he lusts for nothing more than to live his entire life in this way, a collared full time house slave, he otherwise endures the reality of a busy professional with overly damanding schedules… 

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But in this way, the time we carve out for this interaction, carries him through the days where he counts the hours before he can simply return to bed.

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After lacing my corset and applying my perfume, he scuttles to the dungeon to put on his suit. Tie perfectly knotted, hair groomed – poised and entirely without hint towards how he spent the last few hours. He kneels before me and wrinkles his pants a bit as his warm lips plant a firm and deeply meant kiss on the top of my foot. This ritual, this is a small sliver of what life can be when you allow yourself to set aside hinderance indulge your true nature. 

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This is his nature; a servant, and I his loving Domina.

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….. What is your true nature?