“No, Sir,” I said, “It’s not that I’m unhappy, there isn’t anything wrong. Or not exactly. But – you know how ambivalent I am about routine. I love to be this free-flowing spirit who does what feels right in the moment, but then I long for routine and feeling more grounded. I seek structure around the free-flowing-ness, if that makes any sense at all.”

Sir is watching me intently, listening as he always does. He nods slowly. “I do know what you mean, Little One. Do you want me to create a structure, or do you just need to be heard?”

Those words incited a rush of lust through my body, I loved it when he offered to take control like that. And this time, I did want that – his structure, his control. He knew that he was touching so much that was tender for me – having to ask for his help, this sense of giving myself over to him. It had taken a long time for me to trust him this much.

“Sir,” I said, choosing my words carefully, “I would like for you to create a structure for me, please.”

He grinned, “Ask me,” he said. “That was a wish. I’m not your fairy godmother.” And he laughed, because he knew how hard it was for me to ask.

I bit my lip to keep from smiling myself, sighing instead. “Yes, Sir. Would you please create a structure for me?”

“A structure for what?” He said. “What will this structure help you do?”

“Oh.” I already knew what I wanted, kind of, but putting it in words was different. “So, there are some things I’ve identified -“

“Things?” He interrupted me.

“Yes, Sir,” I paused, reframing my words, “Some – ok, not things, some actions, some activities, that would be good for me. They are,” I laughed, “they are free-flowing kinds of things to do, but you know how I am. I just think about them, I don’t actually do them, or I might do them a couple of times and that’s it.”

“Ok,” he said, “So there are some practices that you’d like to make a habit of. Yes?”

“Yes, Sir, exactly!”

He nodded. “Go on. Tell me how the structure will help. Yes,” he said, forestalling my next words, “I know how you are. What control will my structure provide?”

“Mmm, good question.” He looked at me as if I had just stated the obvious, and I giggled, I guess that was a bit obvious. And yes, I might have been stalling. Finally, “Accountability,” I said with a sigh. “I need to be held accountable for doing the things I need to do.”

He laughed then – a full laugh that left me smiling too. “Ah, the dreaded accountability. I know how you feel about that! And I saw that eye roll you just did. Ok. Can you put all that together and ask for what you need?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, just the tiniest bit pouty because I didn’t need it, I just wanted it. But I said, “Sir, will you please provide me a structure that will help hold me accountable for doing some things – I mean, doing some activities, taking some action – in my daily routine that I’ve identified as good for me.”

He smiled, leaning forward, “Of course, sweet girl, of course I will. Tell me why you need me to take control and hold you accountable.”

I knew that he knew exactly what he was doing to me. And I almost said, I don’t need you to. But, damn it, that wasn’t true. I wanted him to, and, if I was going to do things differently, I needed him to do this. It was so strange how this could make me feel so small – and at the same time, so aroused.

“I need you to take control and add structure to my days, please, Sir,” I started, eyes downcast, but then I raised my eyes to his kind face. “I need you to do that, my Sir, because I’m not very good at it myself, and it will make my life better. AND if my life is better – I’ll have more time and energy for you, Sir!”

That made him laugh again, as I knew it would. “Your time and energy are mine to take as I please already,” he said. “But I like the idea of helping you make your life better. I’m happy to create a structure that places you under more of my control in some aspects of your life.”

I caught my breath at that “under more of my control,” but my nipples tingled and my pussy grew even warmer, so I’m not sure if it was arousal or anxiety.

Sir went on, “Let’s try it for a month. Do you agree, without knowing ahead of time what the structure will be, do you agree to obey me and follow my guidance without question for a month?”

I took a deep breath – omg, that was a lot to agree to! But before I could respond, he said, “Kneel, please.”

Of course, once I was kneeling at his feet, it was much easier to say, ‘Yes, Sir, I agree, without knowing ahead of time what the structure will be, I agree to obey you without question for a month.”

“Good girl,” he said, brushing my lips with his thumb. “You did well with that. Now we both have work ahead of us. I want a schedule from you so I’ll know all the activities or practices you want to add and how you see them fitting in your schedule. I’ll work on the structure and we’ll put together a plan after dinner tonight.”

“Yes, Sir!” I said, smiling with relief and anticipation. He gestured for me to get up, and I did as gracefully as I could. I couldn’t wait to make my plan, knowing that this time, it wouldn’t be a futile waste of time.