Fiction: Expressing Submissiveness Day to Day

**Edited Dec 27, 2014: I've decided to just be myself and not hide behind a fictional character. I'm taking my name back. She'll come back under another name, I'm sure, because her story is rather interesting.**

I won't bore you with the minutiae of what has become our routine, but I will say that it's very easy for me to maintain and express a submissive mindset.

My first chance to serve comes when the alarm on the iPod Mini goes off. It's attached to my bedtime collar. If I'm sleeping in the cage I can make it to the kitchen without waking Mr Myrrh (if I'm in bed with him, the schedule is often much different). There I let Ambush, the black lab, out into the back yard and I make breakfast for all of us: Ambush, Mr Myrrh and myself.

Once breakfast is ready I wake master with either my lips around his cock or a back rub, depending on whether I find him on his back or his stomach. I submit to whatever his whims are before we have breakfast. Somewhere in there, he will change my collar to the one we use for daytime wear. He has the keys to the locks on each collar we have and chooses which one I will wear, when I wear it, and what clothes, if any, I'll wear that day.

As I have ways to express submissiveness, Mr Myrrh has his ways of expressing dominance. When we get to the kitchen, I kneel by the kitchen table while Mr Myrrh lets Ambush back into the house. Ambush sits next to me while our master eats breakfast. Then I get my breakfast -- I eat on the floor at his feet, but use utensils & a plate or bowl -- then Ambush gets his.

The biggest boost to my submissive mindset comes after Mr Myrrh has left for work. I play the hypnosis CD he made for me and meditate on it. It confirms and builds on my submissiveness and my dedication to him. The rest of the day I simply follow that submissive feeling and do whatever is on my list of things to do, including writing, and make dinner. While I often sit at the table with him at dinnertime, sometimes I just really enjoy kneeling by his side and resting my head against his knee while he eats.

Before we incorporated hypnosis, there were a few things I failed at, not because I didn't feel submissive, but because I didn't feel capable. Now, I'm more likely to not only get everything done, but really enjoy doing those tasks I used to hate.

There are some times I don't feel submissive; usually a few days before my period. It's hard to describe what I DO feel on those days, because I'm neither resentful nor regretful, nor do I feel dominant, I just don't feel submissive. I get insecure, maybe, and more self-centered; I withdraw.

Mr Myrrh is always understanding, then. And, on weekends, I get to be a pampered kitty for a day or two, when our roles are almost reversed in that he takes care of me, his pet. Then I am refreshed and ready to serve him again during his work week.

He rarely expects me to push my boundaries as a sign of submissiveness. What he does expect is a happy, eager willingness to do as he asks. Even without hypnosis, that's so easy for me to do, and I think it's the truest sign that I'm submissive in nature.

Warmly,
Ms Myrrh