So, change is afoot.
The right or left, I'm not sure, but it's coming for us and I am excited and a
little apprehensive at the same time. No, unfortunately this change isn't
anything to do with a baby just yet, but will effect our M/s I think fairly
significantly. Two friends that we have made through our local MAsT group are
sadly leaving us. If I could tie them down and make them stay I would, but I
definitely can't blame them for taking the opportunity to jump at something
they have been mulling over for quite sometime. I ended up spending eight years
living in Victoria because I jumped when the chance arose and I am forever
thankful that I did. Not only did I get to make Victoria my home but I met the
woman of my dreams there that I get to spend the rest of my life with! Change
is scary, but amazing . Best of luck to you both, you'll be sorely missed.
Now this change
means more than friends saying goodbye. They were executive members of our MAsT
group and their shoes need filling. elle and I have been asked to join the committee and happily we agreed. It
took us a year a half to really meet like-minded folk here that are living M/s.
I don’t want to go without that connection again. Joining MAsT has helped us
make incredible strides in our relationship and we have created and continue to
build upon the strong foundation that we were struggling with for so long.
Being around others in the lifestyle has really helped keep this much more of a
focus for us.
So we are joining
the committee and shortly will figure out what that will involve and where we
can throw our heads together to continue to grow this group. The side of this
that makes me apprehensive is...I may have to talk more! Unfortunately, I'm
being serious. I wouldn't say that I'm shy, I'm just quiet. I have opinions but
tend to keep them to myself, most of the time. The same with ideas. Small talk,
forget it. I may have to work on not just keeping it all to myself with this
though, if I want to be an actual useful person to have in the group, which is
preferable. elle sees something in me that has led her to start calling me
Master now and then, so I must have something worth offering to the group at
large.
I do feel like we
have been through enough trials and tribulations in setting the ground work for
a lasting M/s life together that we do bring a good deal of knowledge to the
table. I know of lot a ways to fail at this relationship but we are still going
strong, so that must mean I have also figured out a thing or two that keeps it
going. Being active members on the committee, I hope will make this lifestyle
an even larger part of our daily lives. Not only will we be going to monthly
meetings but we will be planning meetings and reaching out to members of the
community, researching and broadening our knowledge and hopefully our
friendships as well. Yeah, I'll probably have to talk more but the upside of it
all makes it seems like a pretty insignificant worry.
On a different note,
but something mentioned above, elle has started calling me Master. Not all the
time, but here and there and I must say, it's thrilling to hear. I haven't
reached the point where I fully accept that title as something that I feel comfortable
calling myself, but to know that she obviously feels I have reached that point,
that I have earned my Master stripes in the eyes of my slave, now that is heart
thumping and mind tingling. It took us...er, me, so long to figure my shit out,
I thought I would never make it as a Dom and now I am hearing Master!
I finally feel after
all these years, that I may been growing and able to confidently say I own a
slave without it feeling like just a
bunch of letters thrown together void any real truth behind it. I own a slave!
I own a slave! I'm still pretty awful with this at times when I let the focus
slip because something else is getting in the way, but now it takes only a
short time to get back on track rather than before when we would have to start
trying to build a new track from scratch each time. Now we just pull a couple
weeds and the track is clear again.