This is how I wake up pretty much every morning.
My alarm goes off. 7:20 as required. I shut it, blink myself awake. I hit the pager transmitter button that will make Mistress’ pager buzz with the message for a leashing related request. Only she can remove my leash, since she’s awake and home. My pager—slave bell—unbuzzed by this particular alert, sits nearby.
I move towards Unleashing Position. Kneeling back on my heels, knees spread, big toes crossed right over left, back straight, with my hair and head out of the way, collar o-ring and thus leash clip in front, leash resting on my upturned palms at the tops of my thighs.
Some mornings, I’m not quite there yet when she comes in, but she’ll unleash me anyway. Other times, she waits. I like it when she waits.
As I move, my blanket slips from around me. I sleep leashed on the floor at the foot of the bed; my blanket—slave furs—is warmth, a bit of padding, and my primary bedding, though other things—like an extra blanket, a pillow—phase in and out. It’s pretty comfortable. On Saturday nights, I’m allowed to sleep in the bed, and sleep in the next morning. But that’s not today.
Today, air hits my skin as the blanket slips; I’m required to sleep nude and I’m not allowed to touch the thermostat, so I frequently feel a little chilly.
Mistress unleashes me for the day with greetings and asks if I have any questions for her. I ask for permission to use the restroom (required if she’s awake and home/with me). She grants it.
“Thank you, Mistress.” The required response for permission answers, and real gratitude.
“You’re welcome, slavegirl.” The usual response, and real amusement.
I usually wait until she leaves to get up. If I want to leave when still in her presence, there’s the asking if there’s anything else I can do to be of service—doing it—then asking for permission to leave, curtsying before exiting. If she dismisses me, “You may go,” or such, I can just curtsy and exit. That and the, Thank you, Mistress, only shut off with rare need in vanilla company.
But once she leaves, I’m free to just head for the restroom. I’m not allowed to lock the door unless there’s company, but I don’t mind—I don’t even fully shut it, today.
After that, I go to dress in my daily Uniform and see to my required morning tasks.
Now, that can be a lot to keep in mind from the contract before I even get dressed in the morning, in the first few minutes of being awake. But I love it, and four years into our dynamic, slowly adding things with a lot of investment in practice, training, and experience, it’s actually pretty automatic, feels natural, and is harder to stop than to do. Some things are easier than others.
It does require being always “on” to an extent. No weekends, no holidays, no hours off from protocol. And Mistress always has to watch for it.
In all ways, my dynamic has to be my top priority. Here, that means I’m not allowed to have a job. That means figuring out the finances. That means a full time job’s worth of service, always on call. That means no no, no safewords, no limits, no rights, no way out. That means her deciding what’s best without limitations. It means a lot, and I don’t, shouldn’t, can’t, take it lightly.
But, we live this way every day—first thing in the morning forwards—and we love our dynamic and each other, and that’s what counts.