I have written earlier about a little top that I wear to bed. It has spaghetti straps and a woefully in adequate shelf bra. I have had a few fantasies about that top. Specifically, I have imagined Master making me wear it as I went out in public with him. The idea excites me.

I am excited about the idea of showing off sexually. It would almost be an understatement to say that this top shows off my cleavage. I like the idea of doing that at a function where others there would know why I did it. They would know that it was on orders from my Master. I think I like the sexuality combined with the display of my Master’s dominance of me. It shows I am at his command sexually and physically.

I am somewhat surprised that I am also excited by the potential for embarrassment. I would feel a bit uncomfortable. I’m sure I would blush a lot. But it also sounds exciting. And fun.

But another important aspect of this fantasy is that Master is with me. If I were approached or propositioned, Master would be there to back me up. Being so brazenly sexual in public, I would need his protection there with me.

Combining embarrassment, sexuality and Master’s dominance and protection. This is what my fantasy is made of.

"Would You Go With Me" by Josh Turner

Would you go with me if we rolled down streets of fire
Would you hold on to me tighter as the summer sun got higher
If we roll from town to town and never shut it down

Would you go with me if we were lost in fields of clover
Would we walk even closer until the trip was over
And would it be okay if I didn't know the way

If I gave you my hand would you take it
And make me the happiest man in the world
If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without you, girl
Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea
Let me know if you're really a dream
I love you so, so would you go with me

Would you go with me if we rode the clouds together
Could you not look down forever
If you were lighter than a feather
Oh, and if I set you free, would you go with me

If I gave you my hand would you take it
And make me the happiest man in the world
If I told you my heart couldn't beat one more minute without you, girl
Would you accompany me to the edge of the sea
Help me tie up the ends of a dream
I gotta know, would you go with me
I love you so, so would you go with me

Whenever I hear this song, I think of Master Bennet. Master once asked me to take his hand. He told me he would take me to the edge, hold me over it, but not let me go.

Yes, Master, I will go with you. We will go high in the air, over the fields and to the sea, from town to town, from place to place.

But Master does not offer a life filled with exotic places. No adventurous African safaris, no expedition up Mount Everest. Rather, Master offers the adventure of daily life lived to the fullest. Life is the greatest adventure of all.

I am a slave, a submissive. I want to give myself completely to my dominant. I want him to have all my love, my life, my soul.

Matthew 6:24
No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other.

I could never serve two masters. And I question whether a Dom can effectively dominate two submissives. Will he not also chose one over the other? And what about the feelings of the submissives involved? For me, I know there would be a lot of jealousy. Quite frankly, I would feel inadequate and wonder why I was not enough. To share my master would be devastating to me.

After all, if I am giving all of myself to a relationship, I would want my Master to give his all, too. How can he do that if he is dividing himself up among two (or more) slaves?

Being in any relationship, including a bdsm relationship, is a two-way street.

Okay, I don’t really believe that clothes “make” a person, but they do have an effect. Master knows this. That is why I am not to wear boring, white underwear. I wonder what Master would say about what I’m wearing now?

I am wearing shorts (no big deal) and a little spaghetti strap top with a shelf bra. Let me tell you, shelf bras are meant for women who don’t have chests. (Sorry, all of you who can wear them!) In addition to being well-endowed, I am also at the age where I tend to sag. The bigger you are, the harder the pull of gravity. So I am wearing this itty bitty top with a little shelf bra trying vainly to support this to big knockers. Not a pretty site. This is why I only wear it to bed, and even then I feel strange, letting my boys see me in this, although it technically covers what has to be covered.

So what would Master say about my outfit? I’m not sure. But I think he might just say “Take it off and go without.”

I just returned home from work. I am tired, hungry and lonely. I have talked before about HALT-Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired. When you start to feel those things, watch out! Well, right now, I feel 3 out of 4. Not particularly angry.

But battling the other three is not so pleasant. WWBD? What Would Bennet Do? I believe, if he were here, he would tell me to go to bed. But, Master, what would do me the most good is to rest in you. Hearing your voice, listening to your words both comforts and sustains me.

However, Master has been out of town. He will return home today. So I will do what he would tell me. I will go to bed.