She woke up warm and cozy in bed, rolled over thinking more sleep would be nice. But just as she was about to doze back off, her eyes popped back open. Sunday! It was Sunday! What time… omg. Already 7:00. No time to waste lollygagging around in bed. (That made her giggle to herself – lollygagging. Such a great word.)

Quickly, she pulled her oversize t-shirt off and knelt beside the bed. Not, she thought, like I would kneel if I were praying! No, but kneeling naked, back straight, knees open, palms up, hands resting on her thighs.

Eyes downcast, she ran through the inspection list her Sir had given her. She no longer needed it in writing, it was ingrained in her mind. Mentally checking, starting with her hair, which needed to be brushed, but was otherwise ok. Her face, particularly her mouth, reminding herself that her mouth was his to use as he chose. Remembering also to use her words kindly. Honestly, but gently, expressing her thoughts and feelings as clearly as she was able, in a way that supported love.

She brought her hands to her breasts, stroking each nipple with a thumb, the way he liked to do. Ruefully, she tugged and pinched a bit until they pebbled, then grew harder, elongated a bit. Each tug on a nipple connected the sensation directly with her core and she felt herself beginning to get wet. When she thought she had met the required level, she pulled her shoulders back a bit more, reminding herself that she was offering her Sir her breasts for his pleasure. (And mine too, she thought! But that was not part of the routine, so she just smiled as she thought it)

Moving her mind down, focusing now on her feet. Noticing sensation in the soles of her feet, she reminded herself that her movement throughout the day was also in service of her Sir. Whether she was walking or exercising to keep herself healthy for him, cleaning house, or with her feet tucked under her desk, it was in service of her Sir. (And myself, she thought! Because if it were all about him, then there would be no “me” left!)

Bringing her attention to her hands, she felt them tingle as she thought about serving him. Using her hands, to stroke him, caressing, caring for him in all the ways he liked… Stroking herself too, when he was not there to do it. She smiled at this thought. She reminded herself that her hands were intended to remove pain and suffering from the world as best she could, not to increase it. Sternly, she added, that goes for the words you create with your hands on the keyboard too. If you have to inflict pain with your words, be sure your actions are in the service of love.

Finally, she turned her mind to the throbbing, wet, hot entrance to her core, the space between her legs that brought fire and joy and passion to both of them. She thought how that part – her pussy, her cunt – belonged to him as well. She had promised him not to touch herself there, so she didn’t, although she would have liked to now. The tiny, puckered rear entrance was his as well, and she paused, focused fully on these most private parts of herself, parts that were also dedicated to his service and longed for his touch. She bent forward, forehead to the ground, ass raised, fully exposing those parts and he required. Feeling a bit foolish, as she always did when he was not with her, but obedient to his requirements.

She raised herself back up, but continued kneeling quietly, thinking about the day ahead. It was maintenance day. Just the sound of the words made her smile. Lots of things to do today, even if he was out of town this week.

She had asked him once if she could skip maintenance day, or at least parts of it, when he was gone. He had raised that eyebrow and laughed, but not like it was really funny. “Do my rules quit mattering – do I quit mattering – when I’m not here?”

Appalled at how that had sounded, she tried to back pedal as quickly as she could. Then he had truly laughed. “Come here,” he said, and, as he pulled her over his knee, he had added, “Maybe you need to be reminded who’s in charge here.”

Happily taking the correct position, raising her ass nicely, she sighed contentedly, “Yes, Sir, I think I probably do need a lesson.”

She smiled thinking about that now, getting to her feet carefully, rubbing her knees a bit. So much to do today…

{A note from olivia: I have no idea why writing this post would turn me on as much as it does. And part of me even thinks it’s kind of silly, a bit too extreme. And yet, there’s something about the ritual quality of it… In any case, I hope it resonates with others, or arouses them as well.}