My 54+ years have contained highs and lows. In the main, the highs win over the lows. I am a half full rather than half empty person. I enjoyed a happy childhood with loving parents who tried to give us all that they could and two great but highly irritating brothers. Generally they hardly knew when they were well off – a sister who looked after them, ate their food to allow them to get down from the table, wrote their thank you cards post Christmas, told mum when they had hit her…….well maybe not that, but anyway.
My marriage was mainly positive despite his unfaithfulness, general inability to provide for his family and to make decisions. Plus the fact he was entirely absent during the first 3 years of my sons life. I guess that being a mother has been the main part of my life, before I met Master, when I have felt fulfilment. I make no excuse for saying that my greatest achievement in many ways has been producing and bringing up my son. He made me laugh when I was sad, he made me cry for mainly good and proud reasons. I am beyond proud of the young man he is now.
But when it comes to love and personal happiness the past three years top everything.
On 1st February 2014 I met the man who is now my Master. We had only been chatting online for a week but something about our interactions (plus the fact that we lived within 45 minutes of each other) made us decide to meet up.
The rest is history.
There is a lot I could write here, but much of this blog details our journey, the highs and the lows, not that there are many lows even if you were a half empty person which Master is and I am not.
Today, day 1 of February Photofes
t 2017, I am posting a photo that Master took of me waiting, ready for his use. Something that demonstrates the highlight of the life I now live as Master’s owned slave.
What is your favourite piece of art you own?
I don’t own a lot of art work. Call it lack of opportunity, money and generally time to think abut art in the home. but these I like…….
It’s not straight but I photographed it as it is. This is the little town in France where I have my apartment. I fully expect my ex to claim this when we divide our stuff since it was him who bought it and I know he likes it too. But I will just go out and buy something similar.
This is a small part of my glasses and other nicknack cabinet. The cat also serves as a candle holder and was bought for me by a patient when I left my last job as a frontline nurse. The glasses behind are locally made and were a wedding present from a neighbour I had known my whole life when I married. The mug was from my ex husbands grandma (will also be claimed I expect) from the silver jubilee of 1935. The bottle behind a gin bottle from Amsterdam.