Submissive Journals

Introduction

It is a pleasure to document my recent experiences with a wonderful Domme, Goddess G. She has instructed me to keep a journal about our relationship. This is where it begins.

We met on a femdom dating site and discovered that we both have a love for domestic servitude. She told me that she believes domestic “is one of the purest forms of submissiveness. It encompasses everything a submissive can be and is”.  I couldn’t agree more.

Ms G. is an amazing superior woman and I have found myself a most fortunate submissive to have an opportunity to serve her; perhaps even eventually to be collared and owned by her.

We have resonated with such compatibility in the area of domestic servitude, a part of the femdom experience that I have always had a special fascination with. Domestic servitude is a wonderfully complete manifestation of my reverence for women, my intense longings to submit and to serve in a useful, practical way, to be lovingly humbled before my goddess – a true fulfillment that satiates my submissive soul.

I am also very happy that she has finally allowed me to address her as “Goddess”. It feels very natural, warm, and affectionate to be able to address her in this way. In general, goddess is my favorite way to address a superior woman. It says a whole lot in just one word. I love that sort of economic simplicity. It leaves more energy to focus deeper into a mistress/slave dynamic. It also helps to put me into a wonderful, loving subspace.

Thursday afternoon: 2:00 PM

I was summoned to my goddess’s residence early today, presumably to do my typical daily chores for her.

As usual, after she lets me in, I go directly into her den, remove all my clothes while she sits down behind her desk. I fold them neatly and place them on the floor near her feet and kneel into my slave position; on my knees, legs apart, hands turned upward, head bowed.

She collars me, attaches a leash, and instructs me to stand up so she can attach the chastity device I am required to wear whenever I do her chores. The leash attaches to the chastity device, and I am usually sent off to clean the kitchen, do the laundry, make her bed, vacuum, dust, etc.

But today there was another plan…

She called it sub workout day to become a new routine. Goddess said she had noticed I was gaining a little weight, and it was time for me to work it off.

She led me into the living room where, to my surprise, her friend, Sheila (a Domme and also a physical trainer), was waiting. Goddess had informed her prior of my needing a workout, and she agreed to come over and help us get started.

They sat on the couch, Sheila instructed me to stand in front facing them, and then coached my workout. I did jumping jacks, walked in place, and moved my arms in various ways to stretch and work them out. It was a 15-minute workout, just to get started with.

They were amused and laughed at me as my penis would swing around while I exercised. There were also many humiliating comments, and they would scold me to go faster, to make me work harder. Occasionally, Sheila would command me to stop and freeze, holding a pose while they enjoyed a casual conversation.

When it was done, Goddess had me kneel before Sheila, thank her, and kiss each of her feet. Sheila looked down at me, smiled, and said, “Thank you, subby boy. Good job.” She then turned to Goddess and commented on how sweet and obedient I was.

I was then dismissed to go prepare lunch for Goddess and Sheila, a happy and healthier submissive.

They came out to the kitchen while I prepared drinks and sandwiches. After I served them, Goddess instructed me to do my chores, and to start by hand washing her panties and lingerie. She had a date the night before and needed her intimates clean as she had plans to see her lover again later that evening.

I went off to do my chores, deeply fulfilled as my most intense urges to submit to my Goddess, and all women, were being realized.

Thursday night: 8:15 PM

While Goddess was on her date, she instructed me to write out my pledge of sexual submission for her. Eventually, I would be able to stand naked before Goddess and her friends, and read the pledge aloud, to kind of kick off a small femdom party Goddess was planning.

As I knelt naked alone before her bed with her panties in my mouth, I wrote the following to submit to her later for approval.

My dearest Goddess,

It is with deep pleasure, humility, and gratitude that I offer my pledge of sexual submission to You, an awesome, beautiful and superior woman. 

Submission to you Goddess provides me with emotional, psychological fulfillment and intimacy that is beyond mere description. I only hope that my submission also offers You something nearly as meaningful.

As Your sexual submissive, with great earnest and enthusiasm, I promise to embrace and obey the following:

1. My sexuality is now completely under your control, possession and authority.
2. As such, all orgasms, masturbatory habits and sexual fantasies are to be approved and/or assigned by you.
3. I will never masturbate without prior permission from you, Goddess.
4. I will only have sexual fantasies of you, or if you so desire, your lovers, or whomever else you choose for me to have sexual thoughts about.
5. I understand that fantasies may be expanded upon, sometimes beyond my comfort zone, for your pleasure as well as my growth as your sexual submissive.
6. I will confess all sexual thoughts to you, and report to you every time after I masturbate to inform you of what I fantasized about.
7. I will confess any and all transgressions immediately and I understand that I will be punished for disobeying or displeasing You.

Thursday night: 11:10 PM

When Goddess returned home, she brought her lover in and took her into the guest bedroom. She came out and found me kneeling, as ordered, before her bed in the adjacent Mistress’ bedroom.

“Subby, go downstairs and get that bottle of wine you bought for me earlier. And bring two glasses and an opener. You can put them outside the bedroom door after you open the bottle.”

“Yes, Goddess.”

I turned to go and she added:

“Then you will go sit in the closet where you can hear us, in case we need you for something.”

“Yes Goddess, thank You”.

“And subby?”

“Yes, Goddess?”

“Recite your daily mantra for me, right now.”

“Yes, of course, Goddess.”

And my mantra, which I type to Her every morning, and recite whenever She likes…

“I belong to You Goddess G. I am Your submissive, and my body is your property. My purpose in life is to serve you.”

“Louder! I want Penny to hear you.”

I repeated louder, and heard her lover, Penny, giggling from the guest bedroom. Goddess patted me on the head.

“Good boy, now go!”

I brought the wine back with two glasses, opened the bottle, and set it down by the door. I could hear them chatting and laughing inside. i lightly knocked to let Goddess know the wine was ready and then proceeded to the nearby closet and knelt.

They sounded like they were having a great time. After about an hour, Goddess summoned me to the bedroom to clean up as they walked down the stairs, and Goddess showed Penny out.

Friday night: 7:30 PM

The next night was the cocktail party. Goddess invited Penny and a few of her friends, and I was to entertain and serve everybody. Goddess put a special collar on me and left the chastity device off for the night. She wanted to display my complete nudity for her friends, and also to give anyone easy access whenever Goddess approved.

While they arrived, I greeted them at the door and brought them into the living room to seat them and serve drinks. i put some music on and was instructed to stand by in the far corner in case anyone needed anything or something needed to be cleaned.

Now sometimes Goddess loves to put me through my paces and to present obstacles to make things harder for me to accomplish. For example, on this night, she forbade me from walking directly through the living room during the party, which meant every time I needed to pick up a dropped napkin, or serve a drink, I had to walk (i.e. run) all the way around through the hallway, through the kitchen, and all the way back to the living room. Goddess would drop a napkin right before my feet where I stood, knowing i would have to walk the opposite direction all the way around to pick it up, and then all the way back to throw it away. A task that could take a second now took like 60.

The party guests were all amused by this, and they all took part in the teasing and torment. Her friend Tammy purposely would push something off the coffee table and look at me, snap her fingers, and point. The guests laughed and watched while I ran the extra lap around to clean up all the messes, albeit very inefficiently.

Then Goddess G clapped Her hands and summoned me to stand in the middle of the room to recite my mantra and to read aloud my pledge of sexual submission. Everybody was so quiet and very attentive, watching and listening to me while I stood naked before them and read, pledging my love, adoration, and submission to my wonderful and beautiful Goddess G.

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