These Choices Are Not My Own
Today I got the chance to play stealth super-sub and it made me so happy. The day began like most lately. I woke up in a very submissive headspace from the weekend and messaged my Queen good morning. I then asked permission to be placed in my collar, and she granted the request.
We chatted for about an hour and a half before I had to start getting ready to do things for work. I told my Domme of some things I absolutely have to get done, so she instructed me to do those items first in my collar, then I may remove my collar and begin work. I asked permission for a sweatshirt, to hide my collar in case my roommate would randomly pop in and she agreed to let me wear that as well.
I started with my to-do list in my collar and sweatshirt. It was a little surprising how much weight the sweatshirt added to the collar, which felt lovely. I was a little disappointed because I was hoping the sweatshirt would cover the collar more. I confessed to my Domme later how I really hoped it would cover the collar up better because I have dreams of someday going to the movies in it.
She let me know that she will keep her eyes out for high necked sweatshirts. I then asked if she would please make me go in my collar, if I ever get the honor of going to the movies with her. She said she would happily make me do that, which made me melt.
I was then allowed out of my collar for work. I constantly thought of my Domme and how I have craved being in her presence lately. I ache to please her.
She messaged me around Noon, letting me know she was having a very stressful work day and that she wished I was there to be her lunchtime stress relief. I know subjugating me relaxes her, so I started craving being in her presence even more after finding out about her day. I know controlling me helps her to feel more centered.
"I like how when you are stressed, your go-to is making sure I am in my proper place," I said. She confirmed it by saying, "Putting you in your place is an absolute wellspring of happy, relaxing endorphins for me."
I started getting hungry around Noon, was still feeling very submissive from the weekend and very much wanted to serve my Queen and help her day improve.
Due to certain circumstances, I did not feel comfortable eating at my apartment. I decided my safest option for food would probably be grabbing it to-go somewhere. I checked my e-mails to see if there were any restaurant specials nearby. It turns out a place fairly close was running a $5 Philly special for lunch.
I decided that was good enough, attempted to order from there online for the first time ever and decided on a steak Philly (my usual) and then was trying to decide between a small or large fry or cheesy fry. I even debated on if fries were worth it and eventually removed them from my cart.
As I was having this mental debate with myself, I realized I should just message my Domme and ask her to decide for me. After all, she knows the best ways to fill my mouth. I immediately messaged her, letting her know I got online and started ordering and then I realized I would much rather have her decide my Philly, or if I am allowed one.
Her response was, "You are such an excellent pet." This made me so happy, knowing I was doing the right thing. She asked what I usually consider when I order from this establishment and then I told her, along with all the different choices of meat to have in the Philly.
She decided on the pulled pork one for me. I most likely would have never tried this one, since their menu simply has it listed as pork, and I didn't know what to expect with that. She told me on the site the image was pulled pork, so that is what I would be having.
She also teased, "The salads look good too, pet." I then asked if she would prefer I have a salad instead. She very quickly commented, "You will have the Philly cheese steak and a side salad." I truly love how she is not afraid to tell me what to do. Having her order for me was such a firm reminder of my place in our dynamic.
I then asked what she preferred me to have on the Philly as toppings. She asked which toppings I usually put and I told her I usually put onions, green peppers, banana peppers and mushrooms. I avoid the hot sauce on the Philly and the jalapenos. She allowed me to have my usual toppings.
For the side salad, there were several toppings. My Domme decided I would have it with black olives, chow mein noodles and shredded cheese on top. She was surprised I didn't say ‘please no’ when I mentioned tomatoes as a topping, since I dislike them. I am glad she noticed this, because I truly would have taken whatever she gave me. Her allowing me the olives made me smile because she knows I love olives.
There were about 20 options for salad dressings, many of which I have never even considered. My Domme asked what my opinion was on some of them, asked me what other regional ones tasted like and then asked if I was pro-ranch, and decided on that.
I then confirmed everything in my order with my Domme before placing the order. I asked if I shall be wearing my collar while eating before heading to pick up the food. "Yes, you will be," she said. "Go fetch."
Just hearing her firmly putting me in my place and making decisions very sternly made me feel like I was exactly where I should be. Knowing I would be honoring her during lunch felt amazing.
I received my food, headed back to the apartment and immediately called my Domme to ask permission to put my collar on. She granted me permission and I kissed it, as I have been trained to do before putting it on. Being in my collar lately has felt amazing. I am owned and very much feel like her property and wouldn't have it any other way.
I was then allowed to eat my food. The salad was tasty and a very nice appetizer, much better than the fries I probably would have ordered. Plus, it had the added benefit of being healthy, making my body even more useful for my Domme.
The pulled pork Philly was actually delicious and I will likely have it again. Each bite felt incredible, knowing I was eating exactly what my Domme would want me to be eating. At times, I lightly pulled on the back of my collar, just so I could feel the material hitting the front of my neck as I ate. I felt very owned and loved every minute of it.
My Domme seemed to enjoy ordering for me and knowing I was doing as she commanded. Later in the day, I asked if my distraction to improve her day worked. It did! I absolutely love knowing that putting/having me in my place is so centering to my owner.
This post is about what happened on Monday, April 27, 2020. It is currently Tuesday and my Domme decided my breakfast, lunch and dinner all from home today. It feels so wonderful surrendering control like this. I definitely plan to explore more in the future. Thank you for being my Domme, your Majesty. I love you and your power over me. Please never let me go.
