Master's clothes were easy to pack because I folded all his clothes a week ago or so for a different trip he was taking. Now all the laundry in the laundry room was already sorted, by his, mine, towels, and linens. It was so easy to move my possible clothes out of all the other stuff, because that was DONE for me already.
It was done, because he stepped up as my Master, and started using me as his slave. He started noticing the orders he gave me. He respected the orders he gave me. When he told me to be up at 9:30 to get him up at ten, he respected and honored the sacrifice I made to obey (because getting out of bed early is HARD) and in turn, got up as well.
He told me to do certain things, especially keeping the coffee pot ready the night before, and when I forgot a few days, he set me straight.
He is keeping my head on my shoulders by not allowing me to get too mouthy. He lets me vent a little, but then it's back to business, and I had better be obedient or there will be consequences. And I don't doubt him. I know that he is willing and able to do what it takes to keep me in my place.
And I love and respect him for it!
This is the toughest week we have together each year, and we have made it much farther with much less strife than we normally have, and this year we both have a lot of stressful things riding us. It is amazing to see how much we accomplish together, it's amazing to see my master shine as co producer of this event.
Thank you so much. Master.
Without you bringing us together this past month, I don't know how we would have made it this far. We've accomplished so much, that normally takes all our time! Thank you for directing my focus, and helping me stay steady.
I love you.
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