My conditioning continues. It’s now advanced beyond just the key you hold that keeps that piece of flesh between my legs off limits to me. It now symbolizes the way you have grown to control my mind.
When I began my journey this time, I would set aside hours each day to complete tasks to train to be your servant. I would wake up, put on my normal clothes, work, run errands and only then would I spend time as danielle.
Now from the second I wake up to the time I go to bed you control me. I wake up, I put on the corset to continue to shape me, I wear the uniform/dress code you have prescribed for my job, I run my errands in that uniform, then I come home and become the femme form of danielle. Every second of every day I have some reminder both inward and outward that I am only here to serve You. Everything I do I represent you and need to make sure I look and act in a way that would reflect positively on you. This week’s assignment reinforced that.
It was simple. Take two photos of a house. That’s it. Just drive to house that you wanted photos of and shoot a couple of simple photographs. You didn’t tell me why or for what purpose, yet I said, “yes Ms. Patty”, made sure my hair and makeup were on point, and completed the task dressed in my femme dress code like a good unquestioning servant. When I received the positive affirmation and the “good girl”, it caused me to feel the hug of my chastity device. Almost no other thing causes that to happen anymore. Once that happened, I realized just how deep into the rabbit hole you have led me. It’s no longer fetishes, fantasies, and sexual things that give me the pleasure that causes me to strain in my cage, but the acts of service and tasks completed in your name that do. I don’t get that feeling when thinking about collars going on, shackles being attached, and locks being snapped closed, but thoughts of putting on my uniforms/dress code clothing and completing tasks that earn me a “good girl” make me strain in my cage.
I am sleeping through the night as my body is back to thinking the cage is normal but being in perfect uniform or in my femme dress code every waking hour of most every day has me feeling the hug of that piece of flesh being denied more often than when I first started this journey with You this time.
I truly don’t want it to end. Ever.
My purpose is to give my Mistress obedience and pleasure.
