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The Journey, a story of a D/s relationship, This is not the whole story; it is just part of one.
Thursday, February 15, 2001, 3:45 PM. It was a warm month and today was a warm partly cloudy day. We had decided to meet in a park. It would be private and had areas that were isolated. We had talked on line, on the phone, and at a munch, where I met her and her husband. I believe and know we both felt comfortable with this meeting. This was the first time we met with no one close by; there were some people were in the park so we were not completely alone. I waited for her at the end of a covered bridge in the park; I could see the parking lot and was watching for her to arrive. She came into the parking lot, parked her car and sat waiting in her car for a few minutes. I watched and then saw her get out of the car and start walking towards me. It would take a few minutes for her to get to the bridge. She was about five feet three inches tall wearing a mid- length tan coat, a dark blue skirt, a dark blue sweater with a design of small pastel colored flowers and a white blouse, navy blue stockings and low heel dark blue pumps. Her hair was auburn, the sun brought out the copper colored highlights of her hair, and she walked towards me, looking very beautiful. I could tell she knew how to dress, walk, and look like a lady. She came over the bridge slowly; we both watched and looked at each other. Then she was standing in front of me, I slid my hand under her hair at the back of her head, and grabbed a good hand full of that thick soft hair, I pulled her toward me then kissed her long and hard. I broke off the kiss, looked into her grey/green eyes and at that moment we were one, I the dominant, she the submissive. I took her hand and lead her down the path, we chatted a bit and walked to a observation deck that over looked the water. Then I bent her over the railing, raised her skirt and gave her several swats on her lovely bottom with my hand, she had asked me several times over the last two weeks if I would put my hand on her ass. �Now, does that answer your question?� Now she knew I would answer any challenge she made and that I was strong enough to handle her. We walked along the nature trial talking about many things that would come into play by being together. We came to another observation deck, I again put her over the railing, she was surprised, but did not move, and again I raised her skirt, this time spanking longer and harder. When I finished I turned her around grabbed her hair and took her in my arms and kissed her again. We started back to the bridge and parking lot, her skirt was raised and she was swatted a couple of times. She loved it. I walked her to her car, we said good bye. Later we chatted on line and decided that we would meet again, we met several time during the next few weeks. Her training had started. I will not go into any more as it is personal and not needed to be known. Today February 15, 2008, it is our anniversary; my little one and I are still together, though she no longer wears my collar. She asked to be released in august of 2006 on a Thursday. I set her free, my little one has never left me, she will have no other master, and I am her first and only master she will ever have. We have become very good friends. My wife and she are friends; her husband and I are friends. We do things and go places together as two couples who are friends, seldom talking about the lifestyle. Her husband has given her the freedom to be in the lifestyle with me, he�s not interested in it. We still play; she is still submissive to me, being controlled at times, not like it was. But, she is still the Bi exhibitionist, as she always will be. She enjoys the parties and play, and she enjoys being with all the friends she has made, and all those who she loves in the lifestyle. Over the years we have been through much, illness, personal problems, concerns, deaths, so many things for both of us. What has happened between us has been a factor in our relationship. I will always think of her submission to me and may treat her as a submissive at times. We have become best friends, we have no secrets, and we trust each other with everything and in everything. We love each other, but not in love. We care for each other and take care of each other. I will hold her when she needs to be held. Sometimes she falls asleep in my arms. I will make her smile and laugh when she needs it. I will always listen to her and let her vent to give her a release. I will take care of her if she is sick, I will do what ever it is that I can or need to do for her and her family. There is much we will never reveal to anyone, they do not need to know. Yes, she is mine for a time, she always will be, friend, submissive, confidant. She is beautiful, she is intelligent, and I value her opinion, I always will. We have met every Thursday and for the last few years, on Tuesday, sometimes for play, sometimes to care for each other. We have done this since February 15, 2001 and usually about the same time of day. I don�t know that I will ever collar or have another submissive. I would like another, but I am sixty five years old and not many submissives want to be with an older man. I have not murdered the youth in me, thanks to Pat and she will always be the hot, sexy, intelligent woman that she is. There will never be a submissive like Pat, my little one. Pat my friend, my little one; my submissive are one in the same. We have something that many will never have, whether in the Lifestyle or in the vanilla world. Pat, I am proud of you, you make me smile, and not knowing you would have been a great loss to me. I will always collect your panties and spank your lovely bottom, and use the singletail on you. Most of all, I will always respect you, care for and love you. Love, Master or Howard, for I am both. December 30, 2007 You are not my Master but I kneel before you to bring you pleasure. There are no ropes but I am bound to you nonetheless. No branding iron to sear my skin; you do that with your touch, your kiss. There are no nipple clamps. Your hands, your voice produce the same effect. No need for a spreader bar, for I spread myself willingly for you. No need for a ball gags unless you do not desire to hear the sounds of passion and pleasure you bring out in me. No crops or canes to strike my flesh, for you would never hurt me. I am no submissive, nor slave, but I submit to you, freely, willingly, happily. Happy Birthday Howard Love, pat February 15, 2001 I came to you, a smart assed woman, with all defensive walls raised, knowing my life was about to change. I was exhausted from making all of the decisions all of the time. My work, my home, my husband, my sons. I had no idea how learning to submit, being released from making decisions would make me a kinder more content person. I crossed that bridge, you were waiting for me. You grabbed my hair and pulled. You kissed me. I knew then that this was what I desperately needed. I crawled on gravel, naked in a park for you. I held my hands for you to cane when I required discipline. I was a table, a servant, the receiver of your choosing. I was not allowed to ask, just receive. You trained me to be patient, to empty my mind of all that filled it and enjoy pleasing you by simply receiving. I thank you with all of my heart for helping me to achieve balance in my life. Happy Anniversary, Sir. I love You. pat |