About a month and a half ago I moved apartments –  not that I was carrying apartments from one place to the other – but you will know what I mean. Anyway, it is always a hassle to move, having to pack everything up, arranging the logistics of getting help from friends and family… making sure no whips, riding crops, sex toys or anything like that all the sudden fall out of any of the moving boxes being handled too roughly. Besides losing my deposit on the moving truck due to a fight with the parking garage its walls, the move went quite smooth.

These were all problems my landlord should fix (in this case a rather large real estate investment company, not an individual). However, it just did not get done, no matter how much emails I was sending and how many times I was calling. In the end the sink problem managed to be fixed after 3 weeks, so I was finally able to actually do my dishes in the sink in my kitchen rather than the shower and make normal dinner really. Anyway, on to the main topic of this blog. I was keeping my Mistress in the loop of my moving plans and executing and as I am not great at interior design my Mistress offered (in a way that I do not get to say no) to help out with picking furniture.

After setting up an IKEA and Søstrene Grene account (yes, it is going to be a Nordic Interior) and sharing the log-ins with my Mistress She started to add furniture to the respective shopping lists. While I was able to buy the Søstrene Grene stuff quite quickly, my Mistress had gotten inspired by my frustrations over the repairs not being done. This resulted in me not being allowed to buy the IKEA furniture She had picked for me, which kind of included all the essentials to finally empty my moving boxes into actual cabinets, drawers, bookcases and so on, but also chairs and a dining table.

Whilst I did not get to buy any furniture I did get to enjoy being bullied about having no furniture, and to beg to be allowed to buy it before being denied (a fair few times). I do quite enjoy being stripped of control in various ways, not being allowed to decide myself how I dress, what I do during a day, what I should eat, if I get to sleep in a bed and so on. So, I quite enjoy the power dynamic were my Mistress forbids me from having something as basic as furniture. Also making sure I am not able to have guests over at my home either, because well I am my Mistress Her property anyway, so why should I even be having guests at my apartment.

If this blog had such a thing as a morale of the story I guess it would be something like: look beyond the classic porn type kink stuff and try to make the ordinary exciting. Not that there is such a morale in this blog, its just an owned little fucktoy writing about its experiences when told to by my Mistress. It does have a happy ending though as my Mistress not just allowed me to have the furniture order from IKEA but even bought it for me. I am truly the most spoiled sub in existence. When You are reading this my Mistress, thank You again and I love You way too much. (I did not get chairs or a table though so having guests visit will still be a little out of reach for me for now).