Daddy and I had a wonderful weekend. I’m so thrilled to be witness to my Master coming into her power and strength. It’s hot and it’s encouraging and it’s so sweet.

Friday afternoon I came home from work and Daddy had set my cage up complete with a mylar balloon tied to it that said “Princess” on it. After the events of early last week, with me freaking out and taking a step back to gain perspective about my submission, it was very sweet that Daddy missed seeing me in my cage and wanted me back in it. I missed it too. I’d also stopped wearing my collar for a few days last week. So Friday night Master told me that she wanted the collar back on me, and she did something that she hasn’t done before… she told me that she wanted to put it on me. Usually I just put my collar on myself, but it was sweet and felt empowering to be completely submissive to my Daddy as I knelt before her so that she could place the collar and bell around my neck. I didn’t think it was possible, but my heart expanded and my love for Master grew ten-fold in that moment.

Daddy is also figuring out that she really does have complete control over what I’m doing when she wants it; she’s discovered that if she grabs me by my collar, she can effectively paralyze and immobilize me with almost no effort. I get a little rambunctious at times, and I can play pretty rough. Twice in the past few days Master has grabbed my collar from behind and basically held me to the floor, completely unable to move, just long enough to calm me down and make me stop what I was doing. (I think the first time she grabbed my collar she might have been a little surprised that I let her get away with it… seriously though, I was surprised that she did it, and I was instantly hot for her as I saw the light of recognition come on in her eyes the moment that she actually FELT how much power she has over me.)

Also, my Master gave me instructions before she went to bed on Friday. Without any prompting on my part, Daddy told me that it was okay to stay up as late as I wanted and that I was to lock myself in my cage when I was ready to lay down. It makes me wet and gives me butterflies in my stomach to think about Daddy getting stronger and feeling more sure of herself as a pet owner. I feel overwhelmed with desire as little by little, in a million small ways, Master assumes her position and place of power as my owner and trainer. The more that Daddy takes subtle control over me, the more I find myself wanting to submit to her. The more I submit to her, the more bonded to her I become.

I love my Master with the same zeal and intensity that any puppy feels for her loving master. I’m so grateful to my Daddy for giving me this opportunity to live and grow into the truest expression of my nature. Daddy has tapped into something in me that has always been there, but that I’ve never really been able to live and express. I don’t entirely understand the feelings inside of me, but I do know that I love and trust my Daddy with every ounce of my being. I love being under her control. I love being at her feet. I love taking care of her. I love being her pet-girl for life.

I love you, Daddy.


One Response to “Bonding”

  1. Oh, what a sweet blog. I love you more each day, dear Princess! I am thrilled to have you back in the cage again. You know what comes next (hint: food + floor). I adore you.


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