Six years ago today my life forever changed, I was collared and Married to Master Vile standing near a lighthouse on a Florida beach.
We celebrated this past week by spending a couple days away. Master went all out and spared no expense to make me feel special.
This was my view as I walked into our hotel room. It was great. It was perfect and a synonym to how I view our power dynamic. You see some people have this certain view that I got the short end of the straw. But in reality I’m blessed beyond measure. Although I have a lot of responsibilities at home with up keeping the home and maintaining full time employment and being a slave to my Master, He gives back more then He takes. It’s in those quiet intimate moments that people don’t see where I get a reassuring nod or a pat on the leg. It’s the sense of a job well done and making Him proud. It’s also the pillow talks at night where He asks me, “Anything on your mind?”.
It’s not that I don’t ever get tired when I do a lot but it doesn’t go unnoticed or under appreciated. He’s got my back. He’s my best friend and my family. He’s my everything.
We have a joke in our local community that “He does stuff!!”. Lol. It might not be the stuff that a normal husband would but it’s the stuff that my Master is made of. It’s not mowing the lawn or maintaining the house but it’s putting into action the ability to buy our own place. A place that gives me security and peace of mind. He does so many things behind the scenes to keep His slave sane. He dispels my fears and anxieties. He’s my rock. Unwavering and steadfast.
He’s never raised His voice to me or looked at me cross. He shakes His head a bit when something that isn’t the most well thought out comes flowing from my mouth but never does he show a hint of anger. He accepts me and takes an interest in my interests. He’s my cheerleader in life and my go to for advice.
He allows me room without letting me fall. He has me on a leash but let’s me go to the end before gently tugging me back. Normally though, I come back to my senses before the end of the leash is reached. For instance, wanting another pet. He lets me do the research and even inquire to rescue agencies. Will even go with me to see the animals but allows me to come to my own rational conclusion that another pet is not what I need. It’s a phase that passes. He says that He could’ve squashed my intrigue about having another pet from the get go but that wouldn’t have allowed me the opportunity to grow or to realize on my own that yet again, He’s right. That’s the trick, you see. He allows me to understand his rightness instead of proving me wrong. Which is more powerful? I believe that allowing me to see how right He is under my own accord is much more powerful then wielding the NO word.
So, I’m content in who we are and who we are yet to be. Six years. And I wouldn’t trade Him in for anything.
Thank you to my Master Vile.