Slave Rule #5: The power of my Master fills me with awe. Just the sheer thought of Him or the hearing of His voice gives me strength.

I have often thought about the power Daddy seemingly has over me. Even though I might complain about what he asks me to do, in the end, it gets done...or not done...depending on what it is. At least, it gets done as close as I can manage. I can't quite figure out how he's gotten me this far with such little intervention. *confused look* Heeeeyyyyyy! What in the world has happened to me? How did I become well-behaved? Why am I suddenly uncomfortable talking to my friends? What in the world possessed me to change the color of my hair? Why do I feel like I should ask him before I do anything? It's got to be some kind of dirty trick! *frowns* Every time I think about this, it scares me. How can I change the way I am without loosing myself in the process? With great power comes great responsibility.

Whenever I'm having a bad day and feeling down, a phone call from Daddy makes all the difference. *smiles* He can hear it in my voice. I'm sure anyone else who hears me answer the phone can tell, also, as it's either sickeningly sweet or goes up another octave in excitement. *ggls* As I go about the rest of my day, just the thought of him makes me smile. The fact that he took the time to call and check on me makes me feel special. While I may not believe deep down that everything will be fine, I'm still comforted by his words. I'm reminded that I'm not alone in this world. We are a team!