Having bathed me to my satisfaction, my boy tidies the bathing area. I hear him walk softly on his bare feet into the sleeping chamber. I hear the rustle of sheets as he restores order to the room that holds his comfort and joy.

He has no choice but to do the day to day tasks that I have set before him as my discipline would be the result of his neglect.

I know that he is content pleasing the needs that I have as I relax on the phone with my friends or family.

When the sleeping area has been put back in order my toy will approach me submissively and I will view the quality of his work. If I am pleased I will reward him with my smile of approval...if not he will begin again.

This is the time of morning I allow him to check his Email and make any responses that are necessary or he has a desire to. This small joy lights his eyes as he becomes lost in the private time he is allowed to take.

I watch with happiness as his mail is completed and he opens the Swedish newspapers to keep up with world and current affairs. His look of concentration changes to amusement as he shares a comment or two with me, reading the language I have yet to learn.

This is one of many special moments that fill our morning rituals. 

My slave lifts the list of chores expected to be completed that day into his hand and scans the page carefully with that subspace look in his eyes. He enjoys being under my control as much as I enjoy being his control.

If there is no outside work that day he will continue to perform each task laid before him with love and devotion, stopping occassionally to ask permission for a cigarette or a drink to quench his thirst.

He is content to sit at my feet enjoying this relaxation as we share a small conversation.