For the morning sun in all its glory, Greets the day with hope and comfort too
Mornings are my favorite part of the day.
Once I’m out of bed that is. I hate having to wake up. Master is such a sweety about it though. He almost always wakes up in a good mood and he’ll stroke my face or hair, hug me awake. “Time to get up, snooks.” he’ll say, kissing my cheek.
He calls me snooks when he isn’t calling me cunt. Doesn’t that just make you go “awwww!” (It makes me go all melty inside anyway).
He heads for the bathroom to shower, and I have to grumble a bit just to make sure the Gods are aware of my displeasure at having to leave the warm comfort of the bed. “Brrrr! It’s cold.” or “I’m tiiiiired. Boo.” or “Mornings suck ASS. *grump*”
And then I’m all good.
We get up early. 5:30-ish or so. Sometimes earlier, like yesterday I was up at 5:00 making boatloads of biscuits and gravy for Master to take to work for the guys. The day before that I made cinnamon rolls for the guys. (I feed them so much I’m starting to plan them into my grocery shopping)
I’m really focused on service in that first early morning hour. That’s why I’m up, that’s why I’m here and not getting ready to go to my own job.
Actually, the first service I have to perform is to feed the cats because they won’t get outta my face (or off the counter or off my legs) until I do. So once I’ve serviced the real masters of the house I can then concentrate on serving Master. ;-)
It’s very quiet in the mornings. The sun isn’t up yet, there is no traffic or noise or lights way out here. The house is calm, peaceful. It’s lovely really.
I make coffee first, then start his breakfast. Waffles usually (my new waffle iron is awesome, btw), sometimes eggs, sometimes toast and cereal. I set his place at the table and for some reason I really like doing that bit – setting that perfect table setting. Silverware, coffee, food, a glass of water with two vitamin tablets laid next to it. And the remote. He likes to watch the news in the morning.
Then I pack his lunch. Leftovers from last night’s dinner if there are any. Two sandwiches if not. A piece of fruit, a snack cake.
The part of morning service that I love to hate? Having to go out and start his truck. It’s cold, windy, snowy. I’m still in thin pj’s. I throw on a coat, slip on my boots and head out into the dark. Unplug the block heater, scrape the snow and ice off the windows, set the defroster just right, bring in the previous days coffee cup.
That moment in the dark early morning when I step outside is when I feel the most submissive. There are times when I hate having to do it, like when it’s below zero and the wind is whipping – but if he ever stopped expecting me to do it? I’d be so sad. I love that I hate doing it and have to do it anyway. Masochists. We’re such a weirdly wired bunch.
After that is about when he’s finishing up in the shower and calls me in to dry him off. I’m noticing that he’s calling me in there less and less often and I’m struggling a bit with that. I have to keep reminding myself that service isn’t for ME, it’s for HIM and if he, for whatever reason, is doing it himself, I can’t get petulant about it.
I get to get my own cup of coffee then, and take a quick pee if there is time. I’m usually doing the pee-pee dance by then. I sit at the table with him while he eats and watches the news. We’ll talk a little bit about the day and if there is anything he expects me to have done before he comes home, an errand ran or the snow cleared, this is when he lets me know. We discuss the coming night’s planned menu if I have it. If I need permission for something that day, that’s the time to ask. Otherwise I am s.o.l. as he can be hard to get ahold of once he’s out the door.
The very, very best part comes next.
He sits down on the steps to put his boots on. I sit on the step directly behind him and give him a little bit of a massage as he’s putting on his boots. Then he leans back against me, I put my head on his shoulder and we take just a few minutes to connect. We talk about how much we are in love, tell each other that we’ll miss the other that day. I tell him to drive safe and come home in one piece, he tells me to be careful and take care of myself.
We stand up, eye to eye because the only way I can be eye to eye with him is to stand on the steps while he stands on the floor, and he crushes me in a bear hug, plants a solid, almost-painful kiss on my lips, and gives me a couple of nipple tweaks or ass slaps for good measure. I mean, we can’t be TOO sappy, right?
Then he’s gone, and there’s a quiet stillness as he leaves.
Of course, then the kids get up and all hell breaks loose. But I love those early mornings with him. It is the very best part of my day and I am so thankful that he gives me the opportunity to serve him this way instead of sending me off to work and serving him with an income. There isn’t a paycheck in the world that is worth missing out on this.
Happy Birthday, Master. I love you.
~cunt
Tags: love, M/s rambles, service
Uncategorized | kaya | 
Thursday February 5th, 2009 8:19am
You guys’ mornings are a lot like ours. Only the birds rule the roost here lol
Happy birthday S!
I remember when we had birds. Man, pets are worse than kids sometimes. :-)
Why doesn’t your new house have a garage?
erm. cuz it doesn’t?
It’s in the plans. Hard to build in the winter though.
Awwwwwwwwwwww. That was so lovely to read, thanks so much for it!
BTW Have I ever told you how much I enjoy that you’re very detailed with your writing about what you eat? Whenever I read someone’s blog post, and they say “We had dinner,” I always wanna scream “What did you have? Tell me, tell me!” But I never have to do that with your posts. I LOVE IT!!!
Thank you!
:)
I will never be accused of not being detailed enough. :D
Happy birthday ole guy !!(snickers safely from Illinois)
I hope you two realize EVERYDAY how lucky you are to have each other.
Oh you. :-)
You coming to visit?
the song is a van morrison song, rod stewart only did a cover of it.
I love Van Morrison’s “Into the Mystic”. But I think Rod Stewart is teh sexeh beast. :-)
Awwwwww.. *sniffles*
I’m all sorts of sappy lately. Heh.
Happy Birthday, Scott.
Note: If your new age is an even number she gets double birthday smacks. She does take the birthday spanking, correct?
I already took them and I think it was tripled actually!
But I’ll take them again if’n he’s of a mind to give me them.
Greedy I am. :D
It seems to be like heaven to me -with you at the end of the day-heres lookin at you, heres lookin at me, dancing with history.
Oh Tess, I loved this post!!!!!
Bappy Hirthday Scott!!
May the roof over your heads never fall
may the love you have for each other never
fall out~
Thanks!
Ohmigod! [melts into gooey appreciation]
That was so lovely I’m actually feeling a bit damp around the eyes!
Happy birthday Master S! :D
wonderful post that just oozes happiness, loved it!
Happy Birthday S!!
“I love that I hate doing it and have to do it anyway. Masochists. We’re such a weirdly wired bunch.”
Oooh yeah….I’ll second that!
What a beautiful posting. I love ‘quiet service’ moments the most….I’m sure there what keeps the deep connection alive and strong.
love and hugs xxx
ps….please pass on happy birthday wishes from us
Happy birthday Sir!
This was so absolutely sweet (and I am so hormonal) that I am sitting here just crying. I love it, for both of you. It seems so perfectly fitting.
Happy birthday, S.
Happy Birthday to your master :) May his birthday wishes come true
I love biscuits and gravy <3
What a lovely birthday writing…you guys are so lucky..
Happy Birthday to the master of the house!
fown
That was beautiful. Sniff.
See if he doesn’t have you dry him more often in the spring. Did you notice that you’re coming directly in from the cold and drying him? Maybe you’re cold or bringing the cold with you. Just a thought.
First before i get all wordy …… wish your Master a Happy Birthday from Sir and i…. ok??
Alright.. now.. you have NO idea how often Sir brings up (or me) the birthday where you ordered those bugs.. and put them in your Master’s dinner.. and if memory serves me right in His cake?? remember that?? it seems like years ago.. when i first started reading you.. but i remember laughing so hard over that.. and even got Sir to read your post (which is when He started reading you semi-regularly – though most of the time i get to give him an edited version of your latest post…… but i digress)
Anyway your Happy Birthday Master got me to remembering.. and thought i would share… so tell me what plans do you have for this year’s birthday celebration??
morningstar (owned by Warren)
morningstar (owned by Warren)
Hm. I think you have me mixed up with someone else? I vaguely remember talking about bugs, maybe because I’d read it somewhere else???- but I didn’t do it.
Lordie, test my memory and make me feel old! Damn you woman! LOL
Happy Birthday Master S!
I loved this post. It says so much about your love and closeness. You are good for each other.
S.
A very happy birthday to you Sir. Enjoy those birthday spankings and other delights.
kaya
you have such a wonderful way with words. i have to agree completely that being allowed to serve them in what ever way the wish is the best feeling.
jewel`
Awww…this was such a sweet post. You guys are awesome and I love reading! Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday S!
You two are so cute. ;-) You’re so great together.
That’s awesome. ^_^ What a great way to spend the mornings.
Happy Birthday, Scott!
Lovely post, Kaya. Y’all are a perfect fit.
Tell the ol’ guy Happy Birthday for me. ;-)
Hugs,
Bethie
You write so well. I could really see it all in my mind’s eye. But, for the benefit of many of us across the pond…biscuits and gravy? wtf? (Biscuits here being what you call cookies……see what I mean…weird!.)
It’s nice to see the ‘soft’ side of your relationship sometimes. Although my owner is quite the sadist, he can also be sooooo sweet to me too.
Heh. That’s funny. No, cookies and gravy would be awful I would think. ;-)
I tried looking up what biscuits are called ‘across the pond’ and apparently, y’all don’t have a biscuit equivalent. Though, I’m sure you must?
Here’s a biscuit recipe:
Baking Powder Biscuits
Ingredients:
2 cups sifted flour
2 tsp. baking powder
4 tablespoons butter or shortening
1/2 tsp. salt
about 3/4 cup milk
Sift Flour once, measure, add baking powder and salt, and sift again. Cut in shortening or butter. (this is where I use my hands by rubbing the butter into the flour). Add milk gradually, stirring until soft dough is formed. Turn out on slightly floured board and lightly “knead” for 30 seconds, enough to shape. Roll 1/2 inch thick and cut with 2 inch floured biscuit cutter. Bake on ungreased sheet in a 400 degree oven for 12-15 minutes.
Or refrigerator biscuits, which we actually prefer for biscuits and gravy.
Do you have sausage gravy?? It’s the bomb (if you don’t care about your waistline or about having a heart attack before you turn 50. :D )
Ahhh…we would call those scones…although we tend to eat them with lots of butter, clotted cream and strawberry jam (jelly?). It’s probably as well we don’t have sausage gravy after all that butter and cream!
Tp
*blinks*
There’s a 5:00 in the morning?
j/k
There shouldn’t be. ;-)
happy belated birthday to Scott btw
You know what shines here? Your connection and deep affection for one another. This piece was uplifting, special, and a wonderful tribute for Master’s b-day. Awww…!
The connection you two share seems to close the circle that was broken during the recent “dark moments”. This is such a full relationship, with all the ups and downs of life being lived. It’s like that line in the movie Parenthood about life being a roller coaster and who wants to give up the thrills if it means giving up the low hills as well? Thanks for all the glimpses you give us of the special, intimate momemnts between you and your loving Master and husband.
i’m in a poly relationship and in spite of my respect/love to my slave sister(s), sometimes i need to produce a self-talk like you:
“I’m noticing that he’s calling me in there less and less often and I’m struggling a bit with that. I have to keep reminding myself that service isn’t for ME, it’s for HIM and if he, for whatever reason, is doing it himself, I can’t get petulant about it.”
Very glad to have read that. Thanks, kaya!
Sorry for post again. i also identify very much with this self-talk:
“That moment in the dark early morning when I step outside is when I feel the most submissive. There are times when I hate having to do it, like when it’s below zero and the wind is whipping – but if he ever stopped expecting me to do it? I’d be so sad. I love that I hate doing it and have to do it anyway.”
My Master sometimes punishes me with cold showers (and to think back now, it mostly occures in winter :—). Last weekend i had another.
Once i was injured and remained in hospital for weeks, during which period i could not pleasure myself for i had no contact to Master and therefore no permission (we live in different cities and He does controls my sexual being, we’re into the training for cum on command). Sometimes during the night i had to lock my hands under my back so that they would be obedient when the unconsciousness dominates the sleeping time. And once out of hospital, still not being able to stand/walk, i contacted Master and reported my behavior with a big hope to receive some reward for being good. However, when He knew that i replied a sms from my former, He settle instead, punishment to me. i explained that was just a protocol issue, without any D/s atmosphere, just saying “Merry Christmas” when received one from him, without calling even his name. And we never had contact in the everyday life.
But Master did not change His idea and considered i need a cold shower for breaking His rules. And so i had to. When i finally got my injured leg also into the bathtube, i already swear, for the hardness of doing that in such a physical condition (it was not a issue for red light, for it was a punishment). Then i fell on my knees and opened the tap. That was not the first cold shower i received but was the most unforgettable one, not because of the coldness (each time it would be the same more or less), but of my submission. From that moment, i began to consider seriously that i can be a slave, not just a sub. i got to feel the beauty of obedience and slavery…