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From Mistress´ Diary part 3

August 2014

It all feels really different all of a sudden. The dynamics is totally off as I don´t feel like dominating B. anymore. I also don´t feel like talking to him on Skype. When he asked me what I wanted to do during his visit this month, I said that it was up to him. That is so unlike me as I always like to decide.

He noticed that I hardly share any news with him these days.

September 2014

I made the hard decision not pursue the relationship with B. anymore. We should probably talk about our problems and try to fix them but it´s difficult as we are spending very little time together these days. In the past the slave used to work on various projects but since the beginning of this year he has been working for one company full time. That makes it impossible for him to come to Prague as often as he and I would like to and I´m getting bored, frustrated and demotivated in the meantime. He accepted the decision without much fuss. How very grown up of him. Deep inside he probably felt relieved that he would get the opportunity to look for an exclusive female led relationship, something he longs for but I am unable to provide.

It has not sunk in yet.

April 2015

I met the ex slave a few times since January. The first time I signed a new legal contract in which I was giving him my half of the property back. The other times he brought me a few things from The Netherlands and I helped him order some furniture for his flat. We also had lunch on one occasion. I think it was then and there when I realized that although I still enjoy his company a lot and he can make me laugh so easily, I am not especially interested to be his friend. It´s weird and wrong but I still feel like I should lead and guide him. I guess old habits die hard.

When I tried to explain that perhaps we should not see each other again as I found it upsetting, the slave somehow reacted to it more strongly than to the actual break up. I can´t really get my head around it. Maybe he felt I was rejecting him not only as a slave but as a person too but that was not the case. I was just desperate for us to move on.

CONCLUSION

Although genuine sadness followed our break up, I do not regret the decision as it eventually resulted in some extremely positive developments in my life. A few months after we split, I adjusted my life priorities and made a major personal decision that helped me grow as a person and move forward. I also realized that although in theory everyone is replaceable, people don´t really need to be replaced at all. When someone considered special is gone, you just learn to appreciate others more. By “others” I mean people, who would otherwise unjustly end up as no. 2 at best as they would never be given the chance to live up to their full potential. You open your mind, the universe takes notice and rewards you in ways you never thought were possible. 

From Mistress´ Diary part 1

December 2013

Recently B. and myself signed a purchase contract on a large flat that is located in the greater center of Prague. It will be mostly financed through mortgage that he secured from a local bank. The slave has another mortgage on the house he lives in in The Netherlands and also pays rent for his office but we don’t travel, shop or fine dine as much as we used to so it should work out financially just fine I think.

As I already mentioned, we are much more settled down nowadays. We still have a lot of fun together but the relationship is not fueled by sessions and mind games so much anymore. In 2012 we often met twice a month, occasionally even more often than that. I very strongly felt that the slave would have had hard time to manage without me. Now it feels different. We meet every 5-6 weeks on average and there have not been any crying episodes for at least 18 months now. Although I generally don’t like needy men at all, B. never came across as needy or manipulative even when he was a complete mess emotionally. You just see people differently if you respect them I guess.

In any case the relationship still feels pretty strong. I can’t imagine that the slave would let me co-own his property if he was not sure about us, especially considering I am not financially participating although I have invested a lot of time and efforts to make this happen, from checking offers to going to viewings, translating at bank, communicating with estate agents, gas company, electricians, furniture sellers, insurance company, setting up direct debits and standing orders etc.

Shortly after the contract had been signed, I moved some of my stuff in. “Welcome to your new home, Mistress”, the slave said and handed me a bunch of keys. We knew I would not live there permanently but would visit whenever B. was in town and of course had the liberty to be there even when he was away if I needed to or wanted to.

May 2015

The slave and I spent whole week together in The Netherlands this month. That is very unusual as we typically only spend a long weekend together every 6 weeks or so these days. B.´s parents went on holidays and they wanted him to house-sit their villa. I´m not sure but I think it was even their idea that we stay there together. It was very kind of them to allow me to join B. in any case, especially as they have never met me.

The slave picked me up at the airport as he always does. We hugged and headed to the parking lot. It was about half an hour drive to the village where his parents live. B. showed me around the modern ground floor first. I noticed fresh flowers in a vase in the kitchen. He usually gets me some. Allegedly I am the only woman he has ever bought flowers for. He really knows what to say to make me feel special. Next we headed to the basement where there was a good size swimming pool. I could not wait to take a dip. We moved upstairs where B. showed me my bedroom and bathroom. Everything was prepared for me by B.´s mum including towels and toiletries. Wow. I was impressed.

The slave had just replaced his no longer reliable Alfa Romeo Brera with a newish Toyota GT86. He has a black one while mine is metallic orange. Unfortunately that made money even tighter than before so we ate mostly in and focused on free or affordable activities such as museums, outdoor photoshoots, swimming in the pool etc. However, the slave suggested that we go to a huge fashion outlet one day. Probably not the best idea given the circumstances. Fortunately he did not spend a lot of money there as I only liked one shirt.

B. had put a lot of efforts into organizing the photoshoots. He asked a well-off friend of his if I could pose with his Maserati and Cesna. I was excited when the friend agreed. As slave and I talked about this upcoming photoshoot, I joked that perhaps I should make his wealthy older friend my sugar daddy. B. and I have very similar sense of humour and we always get each other´s jokes. Apparently not this time as he was afraid I might be serious! WTF?? I sometimes say I have made the wrong choice and, in fact, should be dating B.´s father or brother as they both have higher salaries than B. does. Interestingly, he never thought I might mean that.

K.’s journal part 6

Look what I got this week…

I was very excited to find this chic leather handbag in one of the packages that were delivered this week. Seems K. is back and happy to serve again!

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