I wrote the following poem about Master Bennet and me. Note: In bdsm it is common to capitalize all words referring to the Master and use lower case for all words referring to the slave. Although Master and I don’t usually worry about such things in real life, I decided to follow this when writing this poem.

He and i

i obey Him.
He commands me.

i serve Him.
He cares for me.

i learn from Him.
He instructs me.

i make Him proud.
He makes me joyful.

i worship Him.
He cherishes me.

He is my world.
i am His universe.

i love Him.
He loves me.

Before going to bed, I gave some thought to how I had served Master today. What did I come up with?

1. I walked for half an hour.

2. I prepared carefully at work, having things ready ahead of time and thinking through what I would do.

3. I was careful about food portion sizes. I tried not to give myself “just a little more” or fudge on my estimates of how much I ate.

4. I called Master to talk to him.

5. I wore pink bra and panties.

6. I dressed in a skirt and blouse in a way that I hoped would be pleasing to him.

7. I have drank 7-8 oz glasses of water today.

This morning as I dressed again, I tried to wear things that Master would approve of: black bra and panties, silver earrings that remind me of him. I realize that the newness of that is wearing off. I do those things automatically.

But I am not getting bored, or forgetting Master. Something has come up to take it’s place-my weight issues. As I fix my lunch and snacks for today, I ask myself, “What would please Master? How can I choose the best possible for my Master?” As I go about preparing for work, I ask myself, “How can I do this in a way that will be a credit to my Master?”

As time goes on, there is more and more that I am aware of that I can do to please Master Bennet. If it were anyone else, I might worry that my Master would run out of things for me to do for him, ways for me to please him. But I know that Master Bennet is a very creative person, and I’m sure he will come up with more and more ways for me to serve him and be aware of him in all things, big or small, in my life.

As I travel the stream and read others’ blogs, which I do frequently, I find lots of song lyrics posted. I must admit, I don’t understand that. Why just post song lyrics? I will often post a quote or a section of a song and comment on it, but I’m not sure why people post lyrics by themselves. Is it simply because you like it? Okay. Is it because you relate to it? If so, then why not explain how?

Many songs speak to people. There are several that speak to me. Perhaps in the future I will share more of them. And more of me as well.

I find myself once again fighting the battle of the bulge. Weight has been sneaking up on me, and I have revealed this to my Master. He is not so much angry with me, but he wants it to stop, as do I.

I must admit, this frightens me somewhat. I am not afraid that Master will hurt me, or even leave me. But the idea that I would displease Master is very painful. Pleasing him is very important to me.

I realize for most of my life, in many ways, food has been my Master, and I have been a slave to it. Not really a willing slave in many ways, but a slave nonetheless. Now I must choose. I have no problem deciding which one I want. Master Bennet means more to me than I could ever put into words. That doesn’t make battling the food easy. A bit easier, perhaps, but not easy by any means. Thinking of him each time I eat, or each choice I make-do I drink pop or water? Do I take a walk or sit at the computer?--helps me make the right choice. I feel like I need to be strong for Master, because he is being strong for me. I am afraid that for me food is an addiction. This will be an ongoing battle for all of my life. I don’t believe it will ever be over. But with Master with me, I can win the daily battle.