What a week this has been! Maybe I should say what a Month this has been! Work has me really busy with a few chances for some travel as my boss’s “assistant”.

But I guess the biggest thing right now is how my Owner’s girlfriend, Miss Carol, is taking me further down the rabbit hole I call my life.

Master-Sir has never been a big believer in protocol. I know I can’t sit on any furniture without permission, I am to notify Him if I am going somewhere or leaving a room that He is in. But otherwise, not much more that I can think of.

However, in the last few months, Miss Carol has been getting into her new role as the House Mistress. This week she made a new rule, I guess you can call it that.

This past weekend, she was in the Master Bedroom, getting ready to crawl into bed. Master-Sir was coming up the stairs, and I was just crawling into their bedroom to kneel at the bedside when She stopped me.

As my Owner was walking past me, kneeling in the doorway, she asked Him if it was right to have “the slave” just wander into a room as if she belongs in it.

In the past, Master Sir had me kneel at the doorway to the Master Bedroom and ask if I could come in. But he never really enforced it and I guess I stopped asking. As long as He enters the room before me, it seems like that was the new rule.

She didn’t say it in a mean tone or anything, more of a general question. Curiosity. She also agreed, that when they first met, I did ask permission to enter the room. But that was after they were both in bed.

Master-Sir explained how we used to do it. As I explained before. She wanted to change that. She wanted a more formal arrangement. She came around to the foot of the bed, sitting on the edge as she was brushing her hair. She was looking very sexy and Master-Sir was getting a hardon from her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her legs, and gave me a stern look as she informed me of the new rule. As long as she is in the house, or if my Owner says otherwise, I am to ask HER for permission to enter “Their” bedroom.

Master-Sir agreed that it was a good rule. Then He added to it. That if I disobey that rule, SHE gets to punish me.

I sat up, hung my head, and asked “Miss Carol, may I” Then she stopped me. She corrected me. “Miss Carol, may this slave enter your bedroom?”. They both gave me a “Good slave”.

I was allowed to enter, still on my hands and knees as she told me to clean up the bathroom and to put away her clothes before standing in the corner while they turned out the lights and cuddled.

Being made to ask permission from Her was humiliating. Then to stand in the corner and listen to them talking as if I wasn’t there.

I can say she has come a long way. She used to not like me in the room when they were cuddling or having sex. She preferred me to wait outside the door until after they were finished.

When she sent me out to get them some water, I came back, and again, she made me kneel at the door to ask her for permission to enter. Telling me that the next time I forget, she will spank my ass. Thankfully the room was dark because I was smiling at the thought of her being the one to beat my ass.

This is a new step for myself as well as my owner, who let it all happen. To let her control me almost as much as He does.

For you perverts out there. Yes, they made love and had hot sex. After they came, I sucked my Owner’s cock clean before I licked her to two orgasms before she sent me to my bedroom.

I went to my room smiling. I wanted to finger myself to an orgasm, but I did not have permission. Yes, I know, the whole orgasm thing seems complicated, but at this moment, I just figured I better not without permission.

Maybe this is a new start. Maybe a restart of sorts. I always love to be held to a higher standard. More obedience, less freedom.

I guess we will see.