Rituals, Renewed

We don't have many rituals or rules in our dynamic.

But the ones we do have, have developed over time and
are very much part of our life.

I really enjoy them and Sir does too.

I have missed them, very much.
I've not been doing any of them for almost three-four weeks now.

Though I have rebelled and refused to follow our rituals
for a day ... from rare time to time, I've been pretty consistent
(except for this odd extended period)
for the past...
oh, say six months...
no - it's longer than that
maybe eight or ten

-just a minute, let me ask Sir -


HOLY SHIT...

He thinks it's been the better part of a year.
Dayam!
You know, he's right.
Now that I think about it...there are a couple of rituals
that I have been doing for about a year!

There are others that kind of come and go
or that I don't really see as rituals...more as rules.

But there are two rituals, that I have been picking back up...
in my effort to put my life back together.

They feel good.
Doing them helps me feel like I am serving.
They help me feel like I'm doing what HE wants.
I'm being good
and I'm really happy with that.

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What are our rituals....you ask.
(or not, in which case, don't read anymore)

Well these two that I'm writing about
aren't earth shattering or public or particularly sexy.

First,
Each morning after Sir gets dressed,
he sits in a chair beside the bed.
I get out of bed and sit on the floor at his feet.
I look up at him and he hands me his socks.
I lift each foot and set it on my leg and
one at a time, put them on each foot.

Then one at a time, I put on his shoes on,
sit each foot on the floor,
and tie each shoelace.

I love doing that - I love sitting at his feet.
I may experiment with kissing each shoe
and see if he likes that.
(hmmm....I'll let you know how that goes)

Second,
When Sir is ready to sleep...actually sleep,
in whatever position he sleeps in...on his back or side,
I reach one hand down and
my hand cups his balls
and my thumb and forefinger reach up
and holds his cock.

As he slowly drifts to sleep each night,
I cradle him and it comforts him
....and me.

The Ritual I Missed

Sir Q and I have only a few "rituals."  One of them started very innocuously, not a request by him or something premeditated by me.  But all of a sudden, I'm doing this minor service every morning.  I don't notice it as being a "ritual" until I realize that if I don't do it and I really miss it.

Putting on 

His shoes

and socks 

in the morning.

Sir gets up and goes to work it is before I have a need to get up.  About six-eight months ago, I started getting up to put his socks and shoes on.  It's gotten to the place that when he opens his sock drawer, I wake up.  It's amazing.  The sound of the wood, sliding open, him removing his socks from the drawer...my response is Pavlovian.  I can be in a dead sleep and that act - not the alarm, not him getting out of bed, not the shower, not getting dressed...but opening his drawer, and I'm awake.  I pull back the covers, immediately, roll off of his side of the bed, sit cross-legged on the floor and take his socks.  I take one of his feet and set it on my knee.  I take the socks apart and put one sock on - touching his foot, rubbing it as I pull it up, caressing his calf as I smooth the top, I pull down his pant leg, then put on his shoe (most frequently black dress shoes), tie them, then set his foot back on the floor.  I then redo the same process with the other foot.  When I'm done, I stand up, get back in bed and he kisses me and tells me to have a good day.

It's not much, but it means a lot to me.  I never knew how much it meant until I was sick this week and he didn't wake me up and I didn't wake up.  I had the stomach flu and was really OUT of it.  So, he was doing me a kindness in letting me sleep.  I felt so sad about not doing this little thing.  I felt ... dissatisfied ... like something was missing (other than my food).  I really missed this small act.  Today I got up and put on his socks and shoes and it was so meaningful to me.  And as I type this, that seems so silly to say.  Putting on someones shoes - meaningful?  But really it was to ME.  All's is right in my world.