Anniversaries and Diets and Fetishes, Oh My!
Tomorrow will mark Master and I’s one year anniversary. At 11:52 pm, August 4th, Master told me He loved me for the first time. And then proceeded to attempt to sweet talk me into a relationship, while He was seeing someone else. But the details aren’t important; the idea that W/we’ve been together for a year is, though.
It’s been one year, and W/we’re finally almost back to where W/we started from. He is finally overcoming the completely and utter evil-mistake-orgy that was the first few weeks of O/our relationship, and beginning to once again accept His desires and to cope with them – not to mention that He understands Himself much better now, I think.
It’s exciting. It makes me feel that if W/we made it through that quagmire W/we started in, and through this year, then the rest will happen too. It can’t be as hard as the first year afterward, can it? I mean, at least now W/we are more or less adjusted to how things work with U/us separated by going to different universities. Well, whether it’s valid or not, I’m filled with a sense of hope.
And accomplishment.
This will officially be my first relationship that has lasted this long – with no breakups thrown in there. The only one that otherwise comes close would have been my relationship with my first Top; he and I were together on and off for almost three years, if I recall. However, we were off as often, if not more often, than we were on.
This relationship is a landmark for me in many ways; it’s taken the length record, it’s my first actual relationship that involves BDSM, and Master is very good at understanding me and doing what He does (especially in regards to M/s). Things are definitely looking up, and I can hardly imagine them not getting steadily better.
Additionally, today I started keeping a diary of what I’ve been eating and the type/amount of exercises I do each day. Goodness knows I need some kind of incentive. Master didn’t ask for it, and probably will have nothing to do with it (unfortunately) however, I’ve put it up on my Gdocs and set it so that He can see it and access it if He wishes.
And have I mentioned my awesome heels I got? I got two pairs – a set of bronze ankle boots with super cute, small buckles, and a set of matte silver spike heels – for twenty bucks! It’s was an absolutely fabulous deal. I wish that Master had a shoe fetish! It’s not that I have a fetish, really, but I love shoes. Almost to an unhealthy extent. My mother even calls me Imelda. But bah! I only have like…-grumble- 42 pairs of heels? Well, before I donated a bunch of them at the beginning of the summer (I really am trying to live both more green and more cheaply, it pleases Master and makes me feel better about myself). Now I’d say I only have, well, not more than 20. Anyway! So it’s not a fetish of mine in particular, but I LOVE the way I feel in a nice pair of shoes/pumps/boots/heels. Oh yes…
Ahem, sorry for that tangent. Really. Oh, boy, when Master reads that about my shoes I hope He doesn’t make me get rid of more…it’s just the kind of thing that would be really, truly cruel.
To sum it up, I’m a very happy little girl.
I’m owned and uncollared, but hopefully the collar will come in time, when I earn it. Maybe even with a name.
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