Distracted by Preparation

Apologies, my people. Many, many apologies. Such a long lapse is definitely without excuse and I can only apologize. I know that there needs to be some kind of punishment from my Master at some point, though the exact time and nature and such is yet to be set forth, but for you, the readers of my Master’s blog, I can only apologize, apologize, apologize.

Would that I had some excellent reason to give you for all this time being too quiet. An unpleasant illness or a family issue or losing the feeling in all of my fingers for close to a month. Sadly the closest thing to a reason I can state is that life has been just too busy. Too busy because Master and I have had lots in our lives of late and the lack of time for real play has lead to a lack of serious inspiration on my part. What’s more, in the next many days there will only be less time, not more, so inspiration will be even more difficult to find.

No inspiration, but Master was very clear that I was to return to my duties here, and so I found myself at a loss. I needed to find something to share with you all, but I was mostly aware of how much I need to do now and for the next week+. Preparation to make everything wonderful. Ideal. Utterly and Completely Perfect, and this needs to happen by Thursday June 3rd, because that is the day my Master returns.

Those of you who share my subby side understand the level of pressure when getting ready for your Master’s arrival, especially those of us who live so far from our owners and only get to be with them occasionally. You understand why it was that the spectre of all I want to get done loomed so large in my vision that I couldn’t see anything else around it. I could only see all that I wanted to be ready for him. How much I wanted to make myself ready for him. So much to prepare; so much to make good enough.

I’ve prepared our home for him. Corralled all traces of my two cats so that they don’t bother his allergies. Stocked my kitchen with his favorite foods. Made my bed into our bed once more, with manly coverings and firm and comfortable good things so when he folds me up into the positions that please him he’ll feel at home. Cleaned my patio so that it is ready for when he decides to fuck me out there, forcing me to hold my screams in for fear of neighbors hearing me serve him.

I’ve prepared the outfit I plan to wear to greet him when he arrives after such a long flight. It seems only appropriate that I meet him at the airport dressed in such a way as to show I know my place immediately, and though I don’t want to give away the surprise, I am confident he will appreciate my… creativity. I also plan to clean out the car so that it’s ready should he not want to wait until we get home to show his approval. Or his disapproval. Whatever amuses him.

Finally, how do I prepare myself for him? I’ve cut my hair and painted my nails and will wax my cunt smooth right before he arrives. I’ve stayed fit so that I can satisfy his every demand of me for as long as he would want it. But as the final week rolls along I wonder if I should do more. Should I go back to stretching out my ass so that it’s ready for any time he could want to fuck me there? Should I be fucking my cunt with my dildo regularly so it’s ready for constant use? What should I be doing to be very sure he never regrets his long trip to take his ownership once again?

If any of you, my all too faithful readers, have any suggestions for what I should do to prepare, or for things Master might want to do to or with me when he’s here, we’d love to hear them. We truly would.