My Roller-coaster Year with the Mistress 1

My year with the Mistress was a wild one. In our relationship, the highs were high and the lows were low. Let’s consider the first part of our relationship the ‘getting to know you’ phase. That takes us back to last December 18, 2021.

We met at Chris’ Yulemas party, which is a kind of Friendsgiving for Christmas. I was bent over the kitchen counter being beaten with a honing rod as a pervertible for texting my Master “fuck you” (which was well warranted at the time because he was not my Master yet.) And apparently got yelled at for making the Mistress sit in the one chair that didn’t match the set. It was a glorious night until later, but that’s a different story.

After that night, we didn’t really pick up again until February. I suppose her seasonal depression was over and mania was back on the menu. We began meeting at Moontower Inn, which is a brewery and bar. They serve the most delicious and devilish items. On Mondays, they have a $5 mug night where you buy their mug and bring it back-

Anyway, my husband enjoys this deal and we began Moontower Mondays. After finding out that she was going to South Plains Leatherfest (a.k.a. SPLF, a weekend of learning about leather history and culture, Master/slave relationships, and not without some debauchery), I bought a ticket on the spot. I asked my then-boyfriend Cletus if I could room with him and his roommate Bun and their boyfriend.

That weekend was riotous, but again, another story another time. We’re just giving an overview. We spent the weekend together and she then invites me on a penis-less retreat in Asheville with her and two friends. Of course, I accept. I’m madly in love with her at this point.

The weeks after SPLF, the Mistress, I, my husband, and my Master went to brewery after brewery after brewery. Until my mental breakdown in April.

Then, on Easter Sunday we went to Bunnies on the Bayou. High out of our fucking minds. I got a girl’s number. We danced. We drank. We talked. It was hot and sweaty and lovely. I swear when she smiled the whole world smiled with her.

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