by Jennifer White
(12/21/11)

Dear W,

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I can't believe another year has gone by -- has it really been 20 years since we took Submissive 101 together at The Academy? Yikes. I'm really glad to hear that you and Master Rick are still going strong and having fun with the new labradoodle puppy. What a cutie! Master Leonard and I are still together, too, and the kids are getting bigger -- Lennie Jr. is 5 now and Julia is 9.

What are your plans for the holidays? And how's the sub life treating you? I've been thinking about taking one of the Continuing Slave Ed classes at The Academy, have you seen those? This semester they're offering "Yoga for Enhanced Accessibility" and "Make Perfect Sushi, Every Time -- Handcuffed." I took "Kegel Hip-Hop" after Lennie was born and it really got me back into shape.

Master Leonard has ordered me to enroll in a class (he says I need to stay "fresh"), but between soccer practices and girl scouts and being everyone's slave around here I don't know if I can handle anything else. I try to tell Master I'm exhausted and he just pops the ball gag in my mouth. Jesus.

To be honest, things aren't like they used to be between us. Last week Master had me chained to the wall and was flogging me with the cat-o'-nine-tails, and for some reason I couldn't just relax and enjoy it. I kept thinking about calling the cable guy, and trying to decide if I should let Julia get her ears pierced. (I know, I know, you'd think a woman whose nether regions set off metal detectors wouldn't worry about stuff like this, but I just don't know if Julia will remember to clean them!) Then, a couple of days ago I used my safeword just so I could finish up and get on Facebook. I don't know what's up with me lately.

Actually, I don't think it's just me. For one thing, Master hardly ever gives me away to his co-workers any more. Ever since he got promoted to Project Lead it's like I'm not good enough for his new middle-management buddies. Not that they'd know what to do with me anyway. They've all had so much sensitivity training they probably couldn't treat me like an object if they tried.

Sometimes I wonder if Master thinks I'm even good enough for him. Yesterday I was crawling to the closet with his loafer in my mouth and he smacked my butt, but half-heartedly, you know? Like he wasn't even trying to hurt me. It was a charity smack, is what it was.

Sometimes I think he secretly wishes we had more equality in our relationship -- to which I say, WTF? If he didn't want this kind of lifestyle then why did we spend a combined total of six years and $90,000 so that he could get his Master's degree and I could get my Slave's? I have to admit, though, that I do sometimes wonder why I bothered with all that advanced training; now that we have kids, I only get to use about a tenth of what I learned.

Speaking of the kids, last week I was making cupcakes for Julia's school birthday celebration and she starts whining, "Mom, can you, like, ditch the D-ring collar, and just serve the cupcakes standing up?" Jesus. She's at that stage where she thinks everything her parents do is hideously embarrassing. And you know how it is in the suburbs, totally vanilla. You were so smart to stay in the city. The other day this mom at the kids' school asks me what I do, and I tell her I'm a 24/7 sub, and she says, "Oh, well then maybe you could fill in for Mrs. Philips next week, because she's having a root canal and can't find anyone to teach her classes." Kill me.

Anyway, here's to a great new year, and let's keep in touch, ok? It's so nice to feel like I'm not the only one slaving away in anonymity.

XOXO

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