Almost everyone is in a good mood except  for my daughter. When doing a load of wash and wear David forgot to put the machine on the delicate mode. From what I can gather he received a lecture that he will remember for quite a while. If they were not so busy with the children I suspect she would have given him a page full of lines to write. It is amazing that simply having a man write something like ‘I will remember to put the washing machine on delicates’ over and over again has a way of making him remember. Entrusting your clothing to a man is kind of a big step. Most submissive men enjoy doing laundry for their mistress, but it is a responsibility that some men do not take as seriously as they should. Sometimes they are afraid to ask for instructions, or they are simply careless as David may have been in this instance.

To tell the truth, I got quite a bit scolded by my Mistress for having raised the question I did in my comment here. She has explained me that it was very inappropriate to question her authority in that way. I have been thankful to her for explaining me that and it is a lesson learned for me. I would say in reacting the way she did, she already proved my doubting wrong. In this case, like in some others in the recent past when I have not been obedient and deferring as I should, I have been losing some freedoms, which so far I took for granted. And I will have to earn them back. And already out of love to her and respect for her I have every intention of doing that.
What I like about your last blog entry is that it stresses that it is arguably not in the big things, but more in the small, everyday things that we as submissive men can serve our Mistresses well and contribute to a more fulfilled live for her. I am aware that I still have too much of a tendency to do things “big style” to please my Mistress and in-between I keep failing to fulfill the meanwhile numerous duties I have towards her. This is all spelled out in our FLR contract which I signed about half a year ago. When we first discussed the idea it felt right and not like a big change to what we doing anyway. But the closer the day came, the more it took proportions similar to “getting married” and there was growing turmoil of my emotions.

I knelt at both of their feet (YUM unto itself!) and did my part of the tasks while they talked and caught up. (It was on a second floor landing) It was so fun and so rare an opportunity to publicly kneel at multiple women’s feet while they paid me no mind. That I relish it to this day! Frankly, I think they loved it too!

Rachael (not her real name) was so sweet and thankful and at one point went off to get me a knife or some scissors or something. I got to kiss the Queen’s hand from my knees while she was gone. She beamed as I blushed and knelt happily at her feet.