Contentment

Last night Sir and I were watching television.  I was frustrated from chronic pain in my leg that a doctor had just told me I should ignore and I was still frustrated by the minimal physical contact I was receiving from Sir (ie: sitting on opposite ends of the couch all night).  I wanted comfort and was clutching a stuffed fish to try and compensate.  So when he looked at me with that look on his face and said "Sit", a little tingle of calm and pleasure went through me and I slid to the floor, fish and all.

We spent the next while just like that, Sir's hand stroking my hair or firmly on the back of my neck while I curled up against his leg.  It made everything better.  I relaxed, my frustrations melted away as I got all of the attention that I've been craving this last while.  Afterwards he took me to our bedroom and it was exactly what I needed.  His inner sadist took a break and I did everything I could to behave and please him, I felt completely and utterly submissive to him and so happy within that.

Sir heard what I had told him and he took care of me.  He gave me what I needed and I fell asleep more content than I have been in awhile.  It's times like this that confirm everything for me.  Of how much I crave the submission, both with sex and separately.  Of how much I love Sir and trust that he'll look after me and my needs.  Of how sure I am about the path that we've taken and are going to take.

At this moment I know that I'm his little pet and I wouldn't have it any other way.