Mistress and me

I think about who I was about a year ago and that is a different girl. Tired of hiding behind a computer screen, I went to a local munch. And I can remember the many times since then that I had spied Miss H and Lady D sitting off in a corner, like a too-cool-for-school duo. The cool kids. Slowly, I befriended them. No way I could have imagined that I would now be under consideration by one of those cool kids.

In a flurry of events, I found myself in the nude in front of a number of friendly faces a few weeks ago. Fire play, yay! Just one more cherry Miss H was to pop. Her mentor, Mistress Melissa (big bad scary domme who is actually super nice) happened to stop by and I found myself hiding behind Miss H like a shy kid. My favorite part: kissing Miss H’s foot and asking how I could serve her (RAWR). Once that cherry was popped (it was awesome and tickled, btw), we socialized and watched others play. It was the start to a normal evening.

Towards the middle of the evening, little miss Iron Kitty wondered if I would let her take the fucksaw to my vag. Just the week prior, her Daddy taught me how to use it on her (more RAWR). So I didn’t say no. And then she unknowingly triggered a series of events. She went to Miss H and asked if she could. Miss H clarified I was free range (insert laughter here), not spoken for, etc. and could do as I pleased. While we set up a nice public area for me to spread my legs (another cherry), it dawned on me that I wanted to be spoken for. And I wanted to be spoken for by Miss H. I wanted to wear her letterman’s jacket, I wanted to go steady, all that stuff. Even as the fucksaw plowed into me, I thought of her. The sweet scent that seems to follow her everywhere like a fucking goddess leaving blessings behind. Mmm… But I digress.

She and I played again later that night. I craved her. I wondered how this happened. How had she become so engrained in my thoughts and heart? She cared for me and I cared for her. I felt drawn to her. She gained my trust, my REAL trust. Not the superficial kind of trust I offer everyone out of obligation and courtesy. I’ll confess now that this is an incredibly rare occurrence. But what to do? How could I go about getting in on that? How would it all work?

My questions didn’t stay unanswered for long. During one of my cleaning adventures at her home, I rested on the couch with her. I asked how one could go about no longer being a free range sub (my words exactly). She chuckled. She explained what it would mean to be under her consideration. I gave it some thought and even talked about it with a vanilla friend. And in the end, just as I knew from the beginning, I said yes. Let’s do this. This relationship is new and shiny and exciting. It won’t be new forever but I have no doubt it will remain shiny and exciting, just as she has expressed herself about me.