What happens when the answer isn’t always at the tip of your tongue?

There are times I do not know how to answer Master when he gives an order. Shocking right? After all, the answer should always be “Yes Sir” or something along that vein. But still, there are times when the house manager/businesswoman/natural individual that I am gets stuck, so for those times I am calling out to other pets who read my blog to tell me how they handle some of these situations, like…

• Master wants anal sex and you’ve been having some bad indigestion issues.
• Master has called for you to perform a task, and you have dinner on the stove and a hungry family waiting.
• You’re in the middle of something for work and Master has called on you for the #’th time during the project.
• Your rhythms are out of sync leaving Master in a playful mood while you’re on productive mode or vice versa.

I’m in no way trying to imply that other needs are more important than His, just pointing out that sometimes being an individual thinker and house manager conflicts with being a pet, and wondering how others address this.

Every woman fights with their own self-image pretty much their whole lives. At least I’d like to think so because otherwise I’m just a self-centered oddity. Last night Master called me over to the bed to inspect me closer, and announced very casually that I had lost my “shelf”. This is the part of my ass that bubbles out at the top. He went on with random observations of how I will change with age and how He is still very attracted to me, but the entire time, and for the rest of the night all I could do was hold back tears. I don’t want to change. I don’t want to have a sagging ass or a lack of muscle tone, or any other part of my body failing. Master is especially attracted to girls with nice asses so to hear mine has gone downhill feels like I have failed Him.

Master took me shopping for clothes last week and besides the sales girl being incredibly hot, there was nothing eventful about the trip. However, yesterday morning I put on a pair of jeans that she had picked out for me, and got a wonderfully torturous surprise. Somehow the way the seam lines up on those jeans came in PERFECT contact with my clit, and rubbed me all day long (during the parts of the day I was dressed at all). Today my clit is more sensitive than a lightning rod in a thunderstorm!

Master has been chatting with a girl not too far from our new home and it has awakened an excitement in me that I had missed. The best I can describe it is the way you feel as a kid, when you KNOW your mom is baking cookies and you can’t WAIT to have a taste. I know He’s only chatting, and that nothing may come of it… but the fact that He’s even found an open-minded person anywhere within 100 miles seems miraculous enough in this bible-thumping agricultural community. It gives me hope.

Funny moment I just have to share… we have had a few land surveyors on our property off and on the last few weeks, updating property descriptions and county maps. It occurred to me that from inside our house it looks like a cheesy porn setup… as I am doing dishes and scrubbing floors in my cute matching bra and panties while 3 young construction-looking guys pace my front yard just a few feet outside our windows, shirts either off or unbuttoned. Like I said… random and funny.