I am at a loss for words…
And yet I sit here, trying to share with you what I experienced this weekend. Trying to figure out a way to put it out there in words that can be understood.
And even I don’t fully understand it.
Maestro arrived at 5:07 am on Saturday morning. He decided to sleep for a while after work before making the drive to me, putting him here before daybreak. Things were different from the beginning. There was a different feel to his arrival. It didn’t feel like he was coming for a visit.
It felt like he was coming home.
And after such a long and tedious drive through the night, he was ready for bed. Or so I thought…
By 6:34 am, I’d had so many orgasms that I felt lightheaded. Each one was more intense than the previous one. The freshly laundered sheets were muddled in a matter of minutes and Maestro was intent on pushing further.
With his hand firmly grasping my throat, he growled, “I am not finished using you yet.”
And he carried on with his intent. Pushing me. Extracting ecstasy at every move. I was almost in a state of bewilderment, almost at my limit, when he relented and allowed me respite…giving me the opportunity to please him…to worship him.
We got little sleep and the kids were up very early. They were excited to see M. They adore him. We spent the majority of the day playing with them…and the babysitter arrived. We decided to grab an early dinner. I could tell Maestro was thinking about something, I could sense it. As we ate, he said, “I am coming here to stay. No more traveling back and forth. This is where I want to be. I have a job offer and it’s time to make the change.”
I was shocked. We had been talking about his relocation, with a projected time frame for the summer. So this was sudden and I was beyond happy. I need this man, this wonderful man, in my life daily…I need to be in his presence, daily.
So we sat there and planned. And he will be here this weekend. This is REALLY happening!
Looking back at the inception of this blog, of my journey at that time…I could have never dreamed that this would happen. I never dreamed that I would ever find the happiness, as I have with him. I never knew I could have the whole enchilada…have my cake and savor it too…
Think about it…I have been blessed with a man who loves and adores me.
And I love and adore him.
He loves my kids.
My kids love him.
He loves and accepts my family (my ailing father).
My family LOVES him.
He is able to fulfill my mind (not easy, I am an over-analytical, people pleaser)
He is able to lead and protect me.
He is able to take me to places I’ve never been.
He allows me to be my wickedly kinky self (as he is also wickedly kinky, even more than me).
And here we go…
My Master, as I am His…His slave.
He owns me, saying I am His most precious possession.
And we are about to embark on this crazy journey together as One.
So again, I am at a loss… a loss of what to say… a loss of the mess I was before.
Looking forward to who I have become. Who I will become…
As we become One.