Dearest Master,

Happy Valentine’s Day to You, Sir. my Love. my Husband.

You’ve given me an amazing gift today, though you may not even know it.

You know how we show love throughout the entire year (most emotionally aware family in the history of ever, right? smile God i love our lil family.) So Valentine’s days tend to blur in memory, just a drop in the stream that is our constant state of happy connectedness.

It’s never really been our holiday. So over the years, i’ve adopted it as my holiday. Not just a day for romantic love, but a day for celebrating how much i love myself.

Last night, getting dressed for a celebratory meal out with You, i went to carefully select my accessories. For the first time in a long time, i removed my necklace valet and thumbed through our history. Remember how You told me when we started dating that you’d never gift my jewelry because You simply ‘don’t do that’ in relationships? i’m seeing the first necklace that you ever gave me that broke that forewarning. It looks like trust made out of silver.

And then i thumb through the others, telling the progressive history of “us” according to what has been gifted to wear around my neck.

Can jewelry look aged somehow?

i tuck the necklaces away and removed my silver cleaning cloth. i stare at myself, at Your girl, in the mirror while polishing my collar, and i am overwhelmed with love for myself. Love for who i am, how far i’ve come, the woman growing into her own skin. i think back to who i was before, and i am grateful for your hand to guide me while i transform.

Thanks for all of the love over the years, day in and day out, as reliable as the tide of the Gulf. And thank you for giving me Valentine’s as a day to love my self.

Halloween though. That will always be ours.

All my love,
me

Dearest MRsDarling,

Happy Valentine’s Day. Boy are you loved.

i am so proud of everything accomplished this past year. There are so many places in your life when you could have stopped and held your hands up and said, “Stop! i’m afraid of failing.” But instead you soldiered on, and i’m so proud.

you’ve been hurt but held your head high, been confused and sought advice, apologized when it was due, remained humble in triumph and graceful when things got sticky. You’ve pushed yourself to better yourself, and i love that about you. KEEP LEARNING.

And wow. You look in the mirror and love what you see. Did you ever think you’d see that day? you’ve finally figured out the key to loving yourself: caring. About yourself, not about others. Despite trying your best to find love from other places, finally you find what you seek inside of yourself. It’s forgiveness and acceptance and care all balled up into one. You care about how you look, you care about your health, you care about your emotional and spiritual path.

And those flaws you see? Finally, you understand that those are what make you you. What make you uniquely darling.

As you go about celebrating love today, feel that middle finger next to your wedding band and remember how it felt when it was pricked several months ago with a thorn: the dull, aching pain, the ribbon of blood that ran down to pool at the base of your fingers, the giving of your blood symbolizing your life for another. Show this slave some love today, allow her some pampering to thank her for her hard work, for taking the pain, for giving, and giving, and giving, and giving.

Continue loving yourself this Valentine’s Day. May your heart continue to overflow for you, for your family, for every person on Earth.

Much love,
me

One Dominant. Two s-types. And a calendar day cleared for play.

The predicament was laid out that morning across a Cracker Barrel breakfast table. Both of us girls were bright eyed and excited for the day. He was, as always, cool and collected. Finally, the man with the plan speaks:

“So here’s how it will go. We are going to lay out all of my tools. Empty all the bags. And we are going to play with them all. But here is the catch. You will be picking for her (pointing), and she will be picking for you (pointing again).

“So everything. Knives, wax, every impact tool, nipple torture devices, staples, everything.

“If you succeed in making this through, I will let you choose a reasonable reward that needs to be decided now, before we begin.

“But if you stop, or refuse a tool, the next time I play with you that tool you stop on will be the only one I will use for the entire scene.

“You will need to strategize. Do you use the tools you don’t want used on yourself? Will you pick what you know are her favorite? To win, I promise, you’re gonna have to work together.

“I will be able to use what I want, when I want, as I see fit. I will also be determining what, exactly, is done with that tool.

“Interested??”

Gulp.

We decide we are indeed interested. Our reward chosen?

We want some new shoes.

So what happened? How did it end? Did we make it through to the bottom of the bag?

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Well, I can’t exactly kiss and tell details on behalf of another lady, can I? How uncouth.

But I will say this. We lasted 6 hours.

We came, we played, we laughed so much. Smiled a lot. Moaned a lot.

Took His pain a lot.

Took potty breaks, snack breaks, talk breaks, cuddle breaks.

And in the end: we finished the bag.

Mama’s getting a new pair of leather boots.

So why share the tale if not to not share the details?

As a reminder:

This is supposed to be fun. A good time, sexual exploration, creative thinking, new experiences with special friends.

If you feel bogged down with pressure and obligation, it may be time to grab a friend (or two or three), dump out your tool bag, and turn an ordinary day into an extraordinary day.

Remind yourself of why you’re here.

Have some fun. It’s time to play.

Kind Regards,
MRsDarling