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It’s been years now since my girlfriend and me dared to take the next step in our relationship, with her becoming my Mistress and me her loving sub.
Looking back, it was clear from the start that both of us had needs that couldn’t be satisfied by a conventional relationship with conventional sex. Now there’s nothing wrong with conventional sex, just like there’s nothing wrong with the proverbial vanilla ice cream. There are days when both of us are perfectly happy to just cuddle and satisfy each other without any of that whips and chains stuff, just like there are days when I actively feel like having a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
Vanilla can be real good when done right. To push the metaphor a bit further, many people who aren’t satisfied with their vanilla ice cream only know these cheap boxes from the supermarket, the ones that are basically just sugar and artificial flavor. Serviceable enough to enhance some strawberries, but not amazing on its own. But if you go to your local ice cream parlor where they use real vanilla, you’ll find a world of a difference. There have been times when I’ve ordered nothing but a big bowl of vanilla ice cream, maybe with a few chocolate chips on top, and enjoyed the rich flavor as spoonful after spoonful of that sweet goodness melted in my mouth.
So whatever I might say in the following, don’t take it as me talking down on people who aren’t into my lifestyle, who can only shake their heads at some of the things we do and wonder how anyone could ever be into them. I get you, vanilla enjoyers. I’ve tasted the very best of what vanilla has to offer and I understand why someone would be satisfied with it. And I, too, know the feeling of looking at some flavors in the display and wondering who on earth would ever order those. Or the feeling of seeing a flavor that sounds intriguing, only to find out that in reality it’s nothing like what I imagined it to be. So I’m not going to throw shade on anyone with a restricted palate. We’re all different, and that’s what makes life interesting.
For my part, though, even the best vanilla ice cream in the world cannot satisfy me forever. Just like my previous relationships ultimately ended because they couldn’t give me what I needed. This isn’t a complaint about my exes, many of which I’m still best friends with. As I said, we’re all different, and I recognize that my brand of different isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Which is why I’m all the happier to have found myself a girlfriend who is not only willing to play into my desires, but gets at least as much joy out of it as I do.
I started writing this thing as a kind of journal, a way for me to collect my thoughts and feelings about my life with Mistress and everything it contains, and to reminisce about some highlights of our time together. To return to the metaphor one last time, it’s basically me giving my thoughts on every flavor in our personal ice cream parlor, with some anecdotes sprinkled in about the times we tasted them. I wrote it mostly for myself, though when Mistress asked to see my work, we realized that it was also a powerful tool to help her understand my side of things.
That, and she found it pretty hot, which is a nice plus.
This journal, or book, or whatever it ended up being was never intended for the public, but as it grew, Mistress made the good point that it might help others understand the feelings of a sub just like it had helped her understand me.
That, and other people might also find it hot. If you do, I’m happy to have made your day.
For obvious reasons I’ll give neither my name nor that of my Mistress. And yet, if you read through the entire journal, by the end you will know the both of us better than even some of our closest friends. It’s a little scary to think how much power the written word can have, but it’s also a wonderful miracle. I might never meet you, but if you end up learning something about yourself or your partners, or even if you just get some fun new ideas, I’ll be happy knowing that I’ve touched someone else’s life in such a positive way.
So without further ado, let’s dive into my Musings for Mistress.