Switching

Good afternoon, Sir.

I forgot to write yesterday morning. I thought of it in the afternoon, but couldn't think of anything to write about.

Today I'm aware of my switchiness. I'm working to serve and submit to Sir and being a good little slave. But I'm also aware of my dominant side. I love when I can learn about being a dominant from Sir. He's a very good example. Not that he's perfect, but he's very good at acknowledging his imperfection and working to be better.

I'm enjoying the increased level of service. Though I don't really feel like I qualify as a slave. The word "slave" is losing much of its negative implications. But wow I don't mind being called slave, I wonder if part of that is due to the fact that I don't feel like one. I'm certainly more submissive. But I still have lots of freedom. Maybe this is simply a different slavery than what's in my mind. Maybe I am a slave, and just had the wrong idea going in. I don't know. At the end of the day, I'm not sure I care, as long as Sir is happy. The rest is just words. I just want to make his life easier, make his day better, maybe even make him smile a little.