A day in the life of a contented submissive

“Of course, Milord, and thank you. See you tonight.”

I hung up the phone and hummed a bit to myself as I went to retrieve the plug Milord had ordered. It was a fairly small, comfortable metal one with a pretty jewel at its base. Nonetheless, I knew I’d be conscious of it inside of me all day. I quickly slipped it in and then put on my slacks and corset. The corset was a gray one which fit me well and was virtually undistinguishable beneath my black blouse and jacket. It zipped up the front, so it was easy for me to put on by myself as I didn’t have to adjust the lacing. A swipe of lip gloss, a quick step into my shoes, and I was off.

I had much to do today, and was grateful that Milord had given permission for the slacks and chosen a comfortable plug. Luckily, I’d been wearing a corset long enough now that it was fairly comfortable as well – in some ways more comfortable than a bra and panties! I glanced at the clock in my car – 10:00. I’d put the corset on at 9:30 a.m., so I could take it off at 7:30 unless Micah wanted it off sooner. Since it was a below the breast one, he’d probably have me keep it on. I was good with that. I felt incredibly sexy and submissive walking around the house wearing only a corset, my breasts and lady parts fully exposed. Somehow, I felt more naked than when I was actually naked!

First stop- the garden store for some feed for my bulbs over the winter. Next, the hardware store. I needed a small can of paint for a dresser I was refurbishing. Grinning, I also picked up three paint stirrers. Yes, I only needed one for the paint, but I’m sure Micah could put the other two to good use. Whether he used them later for Maintance or just held on to them for a later session, well, that was up to him.

At 12:30, I met my friend for lunch. We chatted about mundane things, and she pointed out how pretty I looked. “You always have a look in your eye like you have a delicious secret!” she commented.

I laughed and said, “Maybe I do.”

Finally, I hit the grocery store. not only did we need fresh veg and meat for the week, Micah specifically asked for several hands of fresh ginger. I chose these carefully, knowing full well where they would end up. I had already bagged a full pound of it when I spotted one small piece that had a bit of green poking out. I picked up and grinned. I wondered if I could grow some? I tossed it in the bag with the other pieces.

When I got home, Micah was already there. He kissed me then offered to unload my car. I went upstairs and took off my outer clothes, coming back downstairs wearing only the corset and my plug. He had already put my purchases away.

“What do you feel like for dinner?” I asked.

“Well, looks like you’ve bought the makings for a nice stir fry.”

“Sounds great!”

“Here,” he said and handed me a jug of cloudy water. “Have you done your enema today?”

I blushed and shook my head. He grinned. “Good. Use this while I’m working on dinner. It’s a weak ginger tea. Should be warm, but not burning. Not like later.”

I rolled my eyes, he swatted my ass, and I took the jug of water upstairs. Milord was right. I felt a slight warming from the weak tea, but no burning. He hadn’t said to replug, so I left the plug out. I grabbed a hand towel and went back downstairs. He already had our dinner plated and set on the table. I placed the towel on my wooden chair before sitting down. I didn’t want any leaks! We finished, cleaned the kitchen, then went up to the MP room. Micah did indeed have her keep the corset on.

“I want you to carve three figs,” he instructed, “while I read your journal for this week. When you finish, insert one and put the other two in the fridge for now. I’m not sure if I’ll use them or not. then, kneel down by my chair and wait until I finish.”

I nodded. During maintance, I don’t speak unless asked a question or to use my safe word. Carefully, I carved three fingers of the ginger into good sized figs. I also added vertical slits which would allow more ‘juice’ to seep out, creating an even more intense effect. I knelt beside Milord’s straight backed chair, head bowed, and waited.

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