Don’t worry, I’ll get to the point of this post in a minute. But first a little about last night/this morning. Last night Master and I were just sitting around the apartment and as usual I was lounging around naked. Suddenly around 8pm our doorbell rang. That made us both jump. No one ever stops by without calling first. So I grab that dog, cause he’s barking his goofy head off, and put him in the bedroom and shut the door. I then grab my robe and toss it on, making sure its tied in the front. Then, I open the door. It’s one of our friends who we haven’t seen since our wedding in March. He comes in and tells us how him and his boyfriend are doing, and that he was in Milwaukee that day and decided to stop by. So we caught up with him and he left around 10pm. Master and I then stayed up until about 2am, talking and watching really stupid movies. So we aren’t in bed (and asleep…*cough*) until about 3am. At 9:30am His mother calls, Master and I were still sleeping at this point. I had the day off and Master didn’t have anything to do, so we were going to sleep in late.

She says she wants to meet us at 10:30am at a resturant and then have us come get the couch cause her new one is getting delivered at 3:30pm today. Um, couldn’t you have called last night to set this up? She knows it is a 45 minute drive to where she is and she wants us there in an hour? Ugh! So we tell her we will be there by 11am. She says her and her boyfriend will already be there by that time. Okay. Fine. So Master and I haul tail to get ready and to take care of everything and head out the door. We get there about 10:50am. She’s not there. We sit, and wait… and wait.. and wait some more. They don’t show up until 11:30! She says that the decided to just take their time since we weren’t going to get there until 11am. Taking your time is one thing, being a half hour late when the place is a 10 minute drive for you is another. Anyways.. enough ranting.

Master helped move some things in their condo to make room for her boyfriends stuff, since he’s moving in. and I helped the best I could. They followed us up here with the couch in there truck and now… we have a couch again! Yay! I put a sheet over the cushions so Ghost, our dog, can sit on it. The poor pup has stiff hips and I like him to be able to have something cushy to lay on.

Now, to the point of this post. (According to WordPress it is almost 500 words later….) I am not allowed on any furniture in this apartment without Master’s permission. If I am home I am on the slave mat. I love my slave mat. It is very simple, and just regular every day stuff being put to the purpose of my submission. A simple comforter folded twice, tossed on the floor with two pillow things that have arms on them. If I want to go on the computer, I may sit in the computer chair, but I first have to ask if I may go on the computer. Master has His recliner, which I never sit on unless I’m sitting on His lap. (His lap is more comfortable anyways.) Then we have another recliner and now this couch. I’ve sat on the recliner all of…. twice? And the couch I sat on once we got it situated but that was to encourage Ghost onto it, so he would know it was okay for him to be up there.

We hardly ever have company. Everyone wants us to go to their place all the time. The bastards. But it is nice to know that if we do, we have the furniture so that everyone is comfortable. Before we had to drag our old computer chairs out of the back room so people had a place to sit. No more!

I hardly ever ask if I can sit on the furniture. The couple of times I have asked if I could sit in the recliner was because my lower back was really bothering me and I had to write in my offline, private slave journal. There was even one time where Master saw that I was in a lot of pain and told me I could sit in the recliner if I wanted. I asked Him if I could stay on my mat. Yes, I was in pain. Yes, it would have been better for my back if I sat in the chair, but I hadn’t had much time with Him that week and I wanted to be as close to His feet as possible. I think He picked up on that, because instead of making me sit in the recliner, He allowed me to stay on the floor.

I probably will ask if I can sit on the couch or in the recliner at some points. But it is actually nice for me to know that I can’t, not unless I have permission. If I’m home alone, I’m still on my mat… It is just something I have come to automatically do. I need permission to sit on the furniture, have a cigarette, use the bathroom, get my pillow from the bed, put on clothes of any kind (lingerie, regular clothes, or one of His shirts), get a soda, play video games, go on the computer…. I love my life. (And no, that wasn’t sarcasm.)