That title has done more for my peace of mind than I ever believed.
I signed a contract with two men this past weekend.
The first man has been my Dom/Master for almost seven years. Master Tyrone, and if you read my blog and my writings here, then you know some of our journey. It’s just the tip of a lifelong search to belong, be controlled, and experience my kinks and fetishes with a man who fully accepts me.
We’ve played out some of our fantasies. Most sexual. You can read about those in my six-book series, Master’s Plaything. This past weekend, Master Tyrone made another fantasy come true. Being the submissive of two men.
In the last few months, Master Tyrone indicated he was searching for someone to share me with. We had tried in the past, but the man Master Tyrone chose wasn’t compatible with me. This time, he indicated his longtime work friend, Michael, might be interested.
Master Michael and I first met as play partners, and we got together a few times a year. I wrote about him in Sold for Christmas. Our kinks are compatible. We get along well, and I told Master Tyrone I’d be willing to be Michael’s submissive as well.
This past weekend, Master Michael and I talked at length about why each of us wanted to seek a D/s relationship. He had a few meetings Saturday afternoon, leaving me alone with my thoughts and a contract.
Discussions between both men didn’t prepare me for reality. It wasn’t the wording Master Tyrone used in the contract. It was the fact that Master Tyrone and Master Michael had already signed in their prospective places. All I had to do was read and add my signature.
Faced with my fantasy within my grasp, it was so different from dreaming about it. Did I truly want this dream to come true? What would I do afterward? Would I be different inside? Would my life change in terms of time spent with them? All the what-ifs we ask ourselves filled my mind. I worried. Was I doing the right thing?
I was exhausted from little sleep Friday night. Playtime with Master Michael is intense, but other factors outside the hotel kept me awake for more than half the night. I lay down, hoping to get a nap before Master Michael and I met again later that day. It took a lot of effort, but I finally fell asleep. Deep and dreamless, it was just what I needed to refresh my mind and body.
When I awoke, I sat up, grabbed the contract from my purse, found a pen, and signed it.
Everything I had worried about was a moot point. Belonging to Master Michael and Master Tyrone was something I truly wanted.
As I said at the beginning, it has done wonders for my mind. Today, I’m at peace with who I am and my relationships for a long time.
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