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.