Journey Continues

Life has settled down.

But, since it's life, fate can't seem to have that. So, without warning, without fanfare, I find myself in collar. I always knew it was a temporary thing to be out of his collar, but it was expected and sudden all at the same time. He said "so the journey continues," and I know what he means. He also said we return to our roots as well. Already panic has set in, and set in deeply.

I know I must trust him. I know that he will show me the way gently, but firmly. I just fear. I have so much fear and disdain to our "roots," that it actually saddens me. It's where it all started, where I fell so passionately for servitude; where I first found my belly.

I can't for certain I know what happened to it. All I know is gradually I became miserable there. It's still what he wants, and I obey. Naturally, I already messed up. It was minor, simply a typo, but enough to annoy him. So first day, first punishment.

First of many I am sure.

Yet, I find myself grateful for it.