Miss frightened me a little yesterday, in a good way I think. We were visiting with our neighbors and she suddenly announced that I would be spending some time here. It stopped me in my tracks. Was I in trouble? Was she upset with me? What did I do?! There was steel in her voice that I hadn’t heard before. Since her makeover (well, what else can I call it) she’s looked and seemed much more in command than at any time I’ve known her. This time it was visceral. She was firmly in command and though I was taken aback, there was no question but to obey.

We did chat a bit once she had me all trussed up, gagged and caged. I’m not in trouble, there’s nothing wrong, everything is fine and dandy. Simply, she is in Command. I’m loving it. For the first time since I’ve known her, I had no idea what was coming next, I was in a freefall like I’ve not experienced before and the only way forward was to follow Her lead and trust that she had my best interests at heart. Don’t get me wrong, I trust Miss Wednesdai completely. That trust was never been tested even slightly before and I’m very proud to say that it didn’t waver beyond a tiny hesitation.

So, here I am, patiently waiting for her return. I’m fortunate to have IM available, and our neighbors have been keeping me company. I’m looking at this as a test. There are no timers on the cage, or on any of the restraints. I’m in here until it is Miss’s pleasure to release me. If it’s a day, a week, longer, I am in here because it is where She wants me to be and that’s all that matters right now. Ain’t life grand?

Oh, a quick wave to a friend who I have been missing (you know who you are), I’m glad we’re reconnected!

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