It has been a while since my morning has not started with grinding on the kitchen knobs while I make my morning tea. It has been an exercise in finding my centre before the banalities of the day sweep me away from my inner self. It is easy to get lost in the myriad of activities and feel too....untethered. 'The Morning Grind' as my Master calls it, keeps me grounded, it's an early morning reminder before my day starts that I am owned, I have my anchor.
Gazing into the pot while the bubbles rise, I could feel my insides tighten up, soaring higher...till it was all I could do to keep on grinding till I reach the edge and then pull back, for how could I ever, without his express permission, cum?
Jittery and yet, strangely focused, I used to start my day of meetings, briefings and more meetings. And every time I felt too swamped with work, overwhelmed, I would look back at my morning state and slip into that zone of anticipatory focus, with me throbbing underneath my professional persona.