Per­sonal hygiene is import­ant and I have never been a fan of a quick shower. I like water too much for that and simply hav­ing it rush down my skin does not seem to be sat­is­fy­ing enough to me.  I have always been a fan of hav­ing a bath, the bubbles and the sheer tran­quil­ity of rest­ing half sub­merged in the warm water are rest­ful to me. Being clean is a neces­sity and coup­ling it with some­thing that brings you pleas­ure seems to make a lot of sense. While liv­ing alone I had to do all the things to sus­tain me by myself, there simply was no one avail­able to help me or to do things for me.

It has been a long time since I had someone with me. Liv­ing the rela­tion­ship that I have has always been joy­ful, yet while my slave and I were phys­ic­ally sep­ar­ated I learned to focus on dif­fer­ent pleas­ures. Mostly those which are not tied into a meas­ure of close prox­im­ity. Hav­ing her with me opens a whole new world of simple pleas­ures. It also opens Pandora’s box a little fur­ther than before

I pride myself in hav­ing an able slave with the desire to have a career and I am quite cap­able of the mundane chores liv­ing together bestows upon us. I can draw my own bath, I can do the laun­dry and I can cook. I can iron, vacuum and clean the win­dows. I can do the gro­cery shop­ping and all the other chores neces­sary for a suc­cess­ful rela­tion­ship, but do I want to?

Even with my slave get­ting ready to enter the dread­ful cycle of nine to five work once more, as her owner should I not rest my desire to be served com­pletely on her shoulders?
Lucky for me I have a much stronger desire for her to be suc­cess­ful in her career than I need to have her draw my bath. It makes it much easier for me to fol­low the rationale of time and how that fits around my desire to claim all her free time.

The train of thought is very simple. My slave and I are sup­posed to work hard and gen­er­ate the neces­sary income to buy us time. No one can gen­er­ate time and our lin­ear think­ing of time com­plic­ates mat­ters quite a bit, but we can buy ourselves time by off­load­ing the tasks which would con­sume it oth­er­wise. I have always expressed to my slave that once she goes back to her reg­u­lar work sched­ule I will make an effort to find a maid or someone else who will be in a pos­i­tion to help with selec­ted tasks around the house.

We are by no means rich, but com­bin­ing our income we are wealthy by Cana­dian stand­ards and I would rather spend a little bit of money to have one more hour alone and unin­ter­rup­ted with my slave than spend it on some­thing which has no last­ing value.

Dry your tears now, this is not an utterly romantic notion of my desire to bask in my slave’s love. I am greedy and I like to have life lived my way. I refuse to accept that I have to fol­low the same rules and stand­ard pro­ced­ures every­body else fol­lows. My desire to free my slave’s time has noth­ing to do with my desire to make her life easier, it is a reflec­tion of my desire for her to serve me. Without dis­trac­tions and without the neces­sity to stretch her­self so thin that she is no longer fit to serve.

I want qual­ity in everything I own and everything I do. I expect the highest level of ded­ic­a­tion and crafts­man­ship from my slave in everything she does for me. I con­sider it my duty to cre­ate an envir­on­ment where she can focus on that and this is most eas­ily done by cre­at­ing a home that is well cared for. If that means someone else cares for some of the more mundane aspects, then so be it.

Time is more pre­cious than any­thing else on this planet to me, it can­not be cre­ated and once the oppor­tun­ity to restruc­ture a par­tic­u­lar action is gone, it will not come up ever again. Bal­an­cing these oppor­tun­it­ies and main­tain­ing a rela­tion­ship which allows us both to exploit them fully is some­what the next step in my own­er­ship of her.

The dis­cus­sion around hav­ing a toy in our home is not only import­ant to me because I know that my slave and I would have a lot of fun with her, but also because I would expect her to help with the cre­ation of the envir­on­ment I described above. Just as my slave has a career, I would expect the same of the toy, most likely it would be Uni­ver­sity stud­ies for her, depend­ing on her age, but still I would put more bur­den on her shoulders. Hav­ing the abil­ity to bal­ance the chores between three people, yes I include myself, makes life easier for all of us, frees up time and thus allows us to exploit opportunities.

It is my sin­cere belief that many rela­tion­ships fail because we get trapped in a routine that becomes so frus­trat­ing and depress­ing that we either break free by doing some­thing that hurts our part­ner or by run­ning away, thus desert­ing the rela­tion­ship as a whole. The say­ing vari­ety is the spice of life does not exist for noth­ing, the inher­ent truth to those words is that we thrive on new sen­sa­tions and that such new exper­i­ences can rekindle a dying flame.

I need to have my bath, I need to brush my teeth, I need to eat, I need to wash my clothes and a hun­dred other things in order to sus­tain a decent stand­ard of liv­ing, but I do not need my slave to become my maid. She does not have time for that, I expect other things of her, so now it is left to me to make that happen.