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.