I have no idea how to start a blog.

I suppose it should be something along the lines of: “Hi, I’m Chloe.  I’m here to talk about my life and my lifestyle.”

However, the only thing I can concentrate on at the moment is that my blog has been titled by my Master as “She Obeys” and I’m kinda thinking there should be some qualifier there like “…Most of the time.”  (Read: If you came here looking for a chronicling of my utter perfection in slavery, you have come to the wrooooong place.)

It would also weird me out to call him strictly “Master” in here.  Do I call him Master and think of him as my Master?  I do.  But actually using the term is not a 100% of the time thing.  Mainly because we don’t live in a nuclear fallout shelter – we do have to speak to and about each other in less than complete isolation.  A lot of the time, he’s “baby” to me.  Or his name, Antonio.  Or Sir.  Or, if I’m being totally honest, a few slightly less polite terms. 

I have the feeling I’ll quickly fall into calling him some variation of The Man more often than Master in here.  I even have a rambling explanation for that,  but I’ll spare you for the moment.

I guess a general description of our relationship might be in order?

We are two people in love. We are partners, we are friends, and we are Master and slave. I hope one day we are husband and wife, father and mother.  But now we’re Master and slave, on our own terms.  I see myself as submissive by nature, and I see that inclination as a natural, good thing that exists in me… And exists in more women and more relationships than people care to admit.

We are currently, temporarily, long-distance.  It sucks like you wouldn’t (or maybe some of you can) believe, but it has to be this way for a few months.  I’m sure I’ll be posting eventually about what measures have been established to keep me in line, to keep me feeling very owned and very accountable, and how we are handling the distance.

What can you expect in this blog?  I’ll be damned if even I know for sure. I’ve already gotten terribly frustrated with the scope of this one post and pulled 435 words out of it.  Beyond topic ideas and prompts, my Man’s input thus far consists of “Write whatever the hell you want.  You’re over-thinking this.”

He’s right, of course.  (He’s right with frightening consistency, as I’m sure will be a recurring theme here.  I should probably make that phenomenon its own category, actually…)

So I’m going to stop thinking for the moment, and just… Wrap it up.  Because this is the only post I don’t know how to write or want to write, even.  I want to just… Get on with the REAL posting…  Yanno?

Only now I don’t know how to END a first blog post.  Dammit.  I guess “publish” works about as well as anything else, yeah?

(P.S. – After a nice talk with The Man about the importance of post titles, I settled on that… *sigh*  I’m hopeless…)