"An individual has not started living fully until they can rise above the narrow confines of individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of humanity."

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

"Conquering Self-Centeredness" Speech (1957)

I have recently not been visiting this site very frequently and seem to have put less focus on my search due to various mundane responsibilities, but I am certainly still eager to serve.

Here is another fictional account and a vision of my ideal...

I was there kneeling on the spare bedroom floor naked.  My arms were bound behind my back in thick rubber wrist cuffs that had been padlocked together and a matching set of padlocked ankle cuffs bound my legs.  A thick leather blindfold prevented me from seeing anything around me.  These bonds were restrictive, but in an even more confining and symbolic measure, I had also been tethered to a three foot length of heavy chain connected to the baseboard at one end and a padlock connected to my metal chastity cage at the other end.  I was immoblized and left to consider my situation.  Ms. K, who held the keys to my locks, was out with friends enjoying her evening, while I thought deeply about the power and control she has over me.

Our relationship has evovled and grown over time since she first had me over to her house to prepare a meal and do some household tasks while she studied for an upcoming professional license exam.  She was satisfied with the service I provided and with each new request I was able to raise my level of effort and utility.  I have come to deeply trust and care for Ms. K and my devotion to her is complete.

I have no doubt that Ms. K shares my feeling of our deep connection, but she never fails to make it clear that our relationship is on her terms and at her ultimate discretion.  She often reminds me in both explicit and implicit ways that she will lead our relationship and direct my attention to whatever matters will please her most.  It is now very evident that my desire to please her is what brings us both contentment and happiness.

Ms. K has assigned me the responsibility of managing all mundane housework and maintenance.  I have developed a regular routine for cooking and cleaning that meets Ms. K's exacting expectations.  She has clearly expressed that she does not expect to ever have to think about these tasks and that she expects them to be managed and completed without need of her input or care.  That is not to say that she does not notice outcomes or occasionally inspect results.  She is quick to correct any divergence from her expectations or potential shortcomings before they may cause problems.

The control and power exchange ects of our relationship have also continuously evolved.  Ms. K enjoys both the deep cerebral and emotional control she maintains over me, but also the very immediate and physical manifestation of that control.  The physical ects of that control have focused on chastity and bondage.  Ms. K has put considerable effort into exploring the effects of longer term chastity through devices and orgasm control.  She also enjoys novel and restrictive position bondage and predicament bondage and use of new and unique devices and equipment to achieve aesthetically pleasing results.  When Ms. K has an inspiration for a new bondage endeavor, I know it may mean a long session of immobility or many different successive changes of position or placement.  There may be a need for various equipment, such as cuffs, collars, gags, hoods, harnesses, belts, spreader bars, rope, chains, and padlocks, all of which should be organized and accessible to Ms. K when she is inspired.

In my present bound position on the floor my thoughts had crystalized and I was entering a trance like state where my devotion to Ms. K was foremost in my mind.  I was thankful for this time bound and kneeling that Ms. K had arranged for me.  I am very fortunate and very grateful to be in my position.

In the interest of improving my domestic service, I have listed my chore calendar.  This is a schedule I have developed and used, but it is only a template to be improved upon.  I would of course modify this in any way necessary to meet the requirements of a service based relationship.

Domestic Chore Calendar

Daily Mornings

• Make beds
• Organize and tidy bedrooms and bathrooms
• Organize and tidy kitchen and living areas
• Unload dishwasher

Daily Evenings

• Organize and tidy bedrooms and bathrooms
• Organize and tidy kitchen and living areas
• Do dishes
• Wipe down kitchen counters and table
• Sweep kitchen
• Take out all trash

Weekly

• Monday: Dust/polish furniture and window sills and clean interior windows
• Tuesday: Deep clean floors (sweep/vacuum/mop)
• Wednesday: Deep clean bathrooms (mirrors/counters/sinks/showers/tubs)
• Thursday: Deep clean kitchen (counters/sinks) and organize kitchen storage
• Friday: Grocery shopping
• Saturday: Laundry and change linens
• Sunday: Monthly chore

Monthly

• First week: Clean all kitchen/laundry appliances (refrigerator/stove/oven/microwave/dishwasher/laundry)
• Second week: Polish furniture and kitchen/bathroom cabinets
• Third week: Organize garage and patios
• Fourth week: Yearly chore

Yearly

• January: Deep clean and organization of bedroom furniture and all closets
• February: Deep clean and organization of all bathroom drawers/cabinets
• March: Deep clean and organization of all kitchen drawers/cabinets
• April: House external and external window cleaning
• May: Deep clean of all doors/walls/mouldings/blinds/curtains
• June: Deep clean and organization of garage and patios
• July: Deep clean and organization of bedroom furniture and all closets 
• August: Deep clean and organization of all bathroom drawers/cabinets
• September: Deep clean and organization of all kitchen drawers/cabinets
• October: House external and external window cleaning
• November: Deep clean of all doors/walls/mouldings/blinds/curtains
• December: Clean behind refrigerator/laundry and take rugs for cleaning

I would like to revisit another one of my old journal entries from years ago and answer my own rhetorical question.

I very strongly believe that there is no problem in the world today that couldn't be improved by having more women in positions of power at every level and setting...family, professional, political, local through global. 

I am sorry for any confusion I may have caused.  My previous journal entry posted November 14 is a fictional story.  I am not currently serving in a relationship.

Femdom Football Fiction

I love professional football, but Ms. K does not believe I should spend time watching it. When Sunday rolls around I will do just about anything to watch a game on tv, and Ms. K makes sure I pay a dear price to do this. If I am to be allowed to watch a game on Sunday afternoon, I must earn the privilege. To do this, I start on the Friday before the game, as soon as I get home from work, by doing as much of the housework as I can. Ms. K prefers that I do the housework naked except for my collar, cuffs, gag, plug, and humbler. Believe me that it is not easy to scrub the kitchen floor in a humbler.

It is not until just before game time on Sunday that I learn if I will be allowed to watch the game on tv. Even when I do receive permission, I may be forced to endure various humiliations. I have been allowed to watch the game bound upside down, or tied and blindfolded in front of the tv, or with the sound off standing naked except for collar, gag, nipple clamps, chastity device, and butt plug. And to think that I once enjoyed watching football like millions of other guys, comfortable in an easy chair with feet up and a six pack.

A few years ago, Ms. K decided that if I wanted to continue watching football, I would have to pay a price. My attention would no longer selfishly be fully on a game for three hours. I would have to acknowledge her authority and acquiesce to her wishes. So in 2017, in order to watch the super bowl, I endured some very harsh indignities.

I had been working diligently on my assigned chores all day Saturday and since early Sunday morning, with only a few breaks to check in on pregame news. A short time before the game was about to start, I was told to take the tv down to the basement and strip naked. Ms. K draped a short length of chain over a rafter and secured it to a pair of strong leather wrist cuffs. I was then suspended naked in front of the tv with my arms hanging from the rafters. At least I was going to be able to watch the game, or so I thought. Just as the national anthem was ending, Ms. K smeared icy hot on my cock and balls and turned off the tv. I whined and begged, "Please, you promised." "I never promised anything," she shot back. Then she proceeded to list the the things I had done incorrectly or unsatisfactorily since Friday evening. I begged a little more, but did not want to upset her further. She was adamant in her refusal, but she did say that she would keep me apprised of the score. She explained that my left butt cheek would represent one team and my right butt cheek the other. As the game progressed, she would come down to the basement and use her large wooden paddle to administer appropriate strikes for each point scored. This she did, but she refused to tell which team was which. If you recall, the Falcons led 21 to 3 at halftime, scoring three unanswered touchdowns, so my right cheek was on fire after 21 good shots with the paddle. I suppose since the Patriots were favorites, I just assumed they were leading at halftime. There were many more points and vicious paddle strikes in the second half until both my cheeks were burning with a 28 to 28 tie. Then Ms. K announced that regulation had ended and overtime was beginning. All I could do was stand there exhausted, shoulders aching, balls still burning, ass cheeks red and sore, and mind buzzing that I was experiencing a great game in an utterly humiliating and painful way. A short while later, Ms. K came down the stairs with the paddle and administered six of the strongest strokes yet to my left cheek. I knew this meant the game was over, but I still did not know who won. As tears ran down my cheeks, Ms. K made me an offer. If I was able to guess who won the game, she would release me and allow me to kiss her feet, bring her to orgasm with my tongue, and receive a full session with her favorite strap on, before making good on all of my shortcomings she had listed earlier. If I were to guess wrong, she would give me an additional 62 smacks with the paddle, one for each point scored in the game, and I would spend the night bound, gagged, and blindfolded on the basement floor. I guessed correctly and as I reverently kissed her feet and thanked her for her corrective discipline, I knew the score.

I have been working on self chasity and denial of my baser urges including experimenting with longer term use of different chastity devices.

"Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."

Martin Luther King Jr.
Strength to Love (1963)

When I submit, my submission is absolute.
When I love, my love is unconditional.
When I trust, my trust is unwavering.
When I belong to You, I belong to You alone and my loyalty and fidelity are complete.

I just signed up for a massage class.  I am always looking for ways to improve my skills and make myself more useful.