Confession is good for the soul, they say. They might be right.
Last night, I confessed to Him that I had ignored most of the rules in place to help me lose weight. I ate forbidden foods, I neglected my workouts, I stopped trying. Thankfully, it was an email confession (there’s never time to talk anymore) so I didn’t have to hear His disappointment but I still felt horrible about it.
I apologized and told Him I accepted whatever punishment He deemed appropriate.
And I woke up this morning feeling wonderful. I daydreamed about sucking His cock, swallowing His cum, and cleaning Him with my tongue. I shared my daydream with Him – something I haven’t done in a while.
As I went about my day, I followed the rules effortlessly. I emailed Him after I ate. I ate the right things. I worked out. I felt free and clean.
I might not feel so blissful when I find out what my punishment will be, but I know that once it’s done, I will feel even lighter than before.
Confession is a wonderful thing.
Confessing is the hard part. Bravo for doing it!! As I have mentioned in my own blog, Sir is requiring me to get my body in shape which included weight loss as well. It is not easy at all, but each time I am tempted I think of Sir, I envision the pleasure he will get from my body when it’s where he desires, that is enough for me to pass the cupcake by. And when I exercise, and I hate exercising, I consider it another way I can suffer for Sir, and suffering for him makes him happy, and Sir being happy makes me happy. All in all, I am down 50 pounds, I still have a bit more to go. Every day it’s work, it does get easier though, especially when I see Sir and he tells me I’m looking good. You can do it, it’s all mind over matter! 🙂
Wow, 50 lbs is AWESOME!
The worst part is that I asked Him to take charge of this part of my life, and I felt like I was letting Him down…taking Him for granted…I still haven’t heard what my punishment will be, but I feel so much better…and following the rules today made me feel closer to Him…
You too, huh? You know what is the suckiest part about it…I was enjoying working out. Why can’t I do such a simple thing for myself? Why do I have to be ordered into doing something that I enjoy and I was excelling at? That is the part that bugs me the most. It makes me feel childish and incapable of stepping up and being a woman. I want to make him proud…why can’t I want to make myself proud? I didn’t miss a day when he was “making” me do it. It became something I turned to when I was stressed out to make me feel better. Now my back hurts again because I haven’t even been stretching.
Exactly! When He’s pushing me, it’s easy…when I have to do it for myself, it’s hard as hell…/sigh…I don’t have the answer…
I wonder how he will punish you.
Normally, it’s corner time…and He had already said if I slipped up again, it would be 20 minutes or longer…but, He may surprise me and do something different…
So how is he going to keep you on task?
Keeping me on task comes down to His trust in me to tell Him the truth. Every time I’ve fucked up, I’ve confessed because to not tell Him feels like a lie…
So if you don’t work out or eat something you are not supposed to, then you have to tell him? I mean yeah, you and TLR have a relationship where you talk everyday and stuff.
That’s exactly it. I email Him after every meal (or when it makes sense – I drove all day today, so the emails weren’t exact) and I let Him know every morning (or afternoon) when I work out. He knows that He doesn’t have to ask, that if I don’t tell Him during the day, I’ll confess as soon as I can…it’s a trust and honesty thing…to not tell Him feels like a lie…
So if you don’t work out or eat something you are not supposed to, then you have to tell him? I mean yeah, you and TLR have a relationship where you talk everyday and stuff.
I wonder how he will punish you.
I don’t know why my comments have been popping up twice. It does that on my page too sometimes.