Slave Rituals

Everything in life can be broken down into rituals. Making coffee, going to school, cooking dinner, or practicing your faith all involve rituals, even if we do not realize it. I was thinking about what my personal slave rituals are. While thinking about them, I realized I have been a little lax with them. That stops tonight.
Tonight, I am starting to do my rituals every night once again. It will be a renewal, of sorts, of my slavehood. A reaffirmation of my commitment to my slavehood to Master.
What are my personal slave rituals? What do they mean to me?
Every night I spend a few minutes between lights out and falling asleep contemplating my day and how I lived my slavehood that day. This allows me to think about how i served Master before sleeping, to contemplate how i can serve Him the next day. I fall asleep with thoughts of Master.
Another ritual I have is blogging or writing in my paper and pen slave journal daily. This is sometimes replaced by blogging. By doing this, I think about my feelings about my slavehood. I contemplate how it feels to be under Master's collar, to be completely submissive to HIs wants, needs, desires, and comforts, to be at His beck and call for His pleasure whenever and wherever He may want it. Between the journal and the blog, I am reminded that, through it all, I am a girl with a girl's needs that society can't force me to cover.
I get ready for bed the same way every night. I get dressed for bed the way Master expects me to be dressed, even if He is not here, cuff my wrists, clip them together, and spend some time with my wrists cuffed above my head every night Master is not home. I do not always sleep like this, but I do spend some time this way every night. Sleeping the way Master expects me to be clothed for bed reminds me that I need to be ready for His pleasure at any time, even if He is not home. It is His command that I sleep unclothed and so, I do. Cuffing myself the way I do for a time is a reminder of my physical bondage, something every slave girl needs to be reminded of now and then. It reminds me that I am not in control of myself but that I am completely helpless to His whims. It is th eway I need it to be, the way I am most happy.
Right before lights out, I cuff my left ankle to a chain at the foot of the bed. This fetter is not too long but not short enough to restrict movement too much. This is more of a symbolic thing. To me, sleeping with my ankle fettered to the foot of the bed symbolizes being chained at His feet. It is a constant reminder of my slavehood, my bondage, my total and absolute freedom to be who I am simply because He commands me to be.
The last thing I do before bed is send a text to Master if He is not home requesting permission to go to sleep. This is done for several reasons. As Master, He has the right to control everything, even down to when I go to sleep, so requesting permission is only natural. Also, it gives Him an opportunity to command me to stay up if He has a need or want to use me. Sending this text is also another way for my last thoughts to be of Him.