Good boy

I bought my Mistress a present this week.  A car.  A Chevy Blazer.  It's something I probably would have done anyway, even without our new arrangement.  She needed one; sharing a car is a very difficult thing to do.  But it took on a different meaning now that I'm not just her husband, but her submissive.  

She told me I did a good job, that I had pleased her with my present.  She patted me on the head and said, "Good boy."

On the surface, that all sounded really silly.  and reading it back as I type it, it sounds silly again.  But when she called me a good boy, something unexpected happened.  I felt a deep sense of pride.  It was a very deep, sincere feeling.  The soft of feeling you might imagine a dog gets when it fetches a stick and gets a "good boy" from his owner.

It was so bizarre, and it really caught me by surprise.  It's little surprises like that that make me think I'm doing the right thing here.  The truth is, I've been happier the past several days than I've been in a long time.