#playroom
I haven’t been in the best of moods today. When Master came home for lunch I halfheartedly serviced his cock and then had a slight attitude when he instructed me to clean up the mess I had made while servicing him. When he told me good-bye I just said “okay” not “yes Master, this slave can’t wait to service you when you get home” which is the correct response to that.
I’m not sure why I am in this mood. Nothing has happened to piss me off and make me hate everything today. I just woke up and my mood decided to be Ursula. Even though I’m being Ursula it doesn’t mean I get to treat Master like he is the Eels from Little Mermaid. He doesn’t deserve that and it isn’t the proper way for a slave to treat her Master. Master doesn’t need to come home for his lunch break to deal with a little brat. I should’ve sucked it up and acted like a nice lady, not the moody child I was being.
I went in to the play room with the intention of doing something to relieve stress or the anger, but instead I found myself kneeling in front of the rules and just reading them over and over. Each time I read them I could feel myself becoming more and more centered and less angry. After reading them maybe 10 times or so I went and looked at the remains of Master’s grooming from yesterday and I found myself smiling. My heart felt light and happy. I felt the contentment that happens every week when I groom Master and the joy and freedom that follows afterwards. After that I sat on the cage and just looked about the room, at the chains, the toys, the belts, the clamps, Master’s chair and then the window. I found myself completely empty of anger and just a sense of belonging and joy. Going in to the playroom did relieve my stress and anger. It reminded me of all the happy times and comforting times I have had in that very room, reminded me of the bonding Master and I get every time we enter that room. It made me remember that I control my emotions and the outcome and that I can be happy. I don’t have to be a brat. I can be Masters good slave. The one he deserves to have. Not the one I gave him.
This slave is sorry Master for being such a brat when you came home. This slave can’t wait to make it up to you when you return Master.
I really need a playroom…
Still waiting for that perfect lady friend to humiliate my husband in front of ♀️