Memories....

Yet again, something on elle’s blog has got me thinking (and yes, I do normally have a mind of my own !!).

We’ve commented on memories of her wearing a corset for Master, and the look on His face when He saw it was wonderful – definitely one for the memory banks.

It’s over a year now since I’ve been with Master, and in that time some amazing memories have built up.

In Somerset last year on holiday with Him, elle and Ambrosia – elle chasing Him around the kitchen with a wooden spoon, Him going outside for a walk and having a discussion with the cottage owner’s wife and not realising He had a great big red kiss mark on His cheek (now WHO would have done that ???), Ambrosia realising that she could get different musical notes from different sized body parts (oooohhhh…don’t ask ! we’ve still got the video of that !!), the look on His face when we decorated the dining room and served our family Christmas dinner, and just seeing Him so relaxed and happy – priceless memories.

On our holiday in Holland – so many memories. His face when He saw His girls all dressed up for Him, the joking when we went to a posh hotel for a coffee to wait for the Berghut to open….the other customers in their finery, us (under our coats) in rather revealing clothes!! The t-shirt He wore to take us to our first play party with the legend…. ‘The floggings will continue until morale improves!!’. And one of the best memories – seeing Him do a shibari demonstration. Watching Him explaining, showing, answering questions – I was SO proud of that Man. It was one of those heart bursting, great big smile moments. So proud of Him, so proud to be His.

And our last time together in Wales – more for the memory banks, not least of which a certain gentleman wearing nothing except a towel and a fluffy halo !! Also high on my list for that weekend are two conversations with Him – one a very private one, just Master and me. The other between Master and His two girls, His arms tight around us both, hearing how proud He is of both of us. The rest of those conversations is very private, and very personal to Him and us. Conversations that are often replayed in my head, and never forgotten.

Don’t get me wrong. Master loves His play – He's sadistic and He can play extremely hard. I seem to remember in Wales having a spreader bar, chains, cuffs, collar, webbing strap, tawse, flogger, spanking, face slapping, cane etc etc…….oh the man plays hard. Grins….He also used His patented ‘automatic tensioning device’ on the chain from the spreader bar to my collar to control me…..His foot! ‘Master ….I can’t breathe!’…….. ‘Good’. One way to do breath play !

I have many memories of private meetings….a lot of our play together, so I won’t share them here *smiles. But the fact that so many of our good times together haven’t featured play, to me, is indicative of the way our relationships work. We’re not just Master and submissives – we’re friends. The fact that one of our happiest times together featured Him wrestling me around a living room, falling onto a couch together and Him trying to tickle my feet, and me hitting His bum as hard as I could (as hard as I could considering I was laughing until tears streamed down my face) just to try to get Him off me – shows that our relationship is more than just BDSM play.

And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

All my love Master
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