My slave and I had our collaring ceremony about seven years ago. The ceremony symbolized the transitioning of me from Syr to Master and for her from submissive to slave. There were many wonderful things about the planning and the actual ceremony, and those memories still live in me every day.
However, one of the things that happened during that time in our lives is that we had friends that we had invested a lot of time and effort into. So much so that when it came time for the ceremony and the discussions about our wedding where the emphasis shifted to us for once, they did not have the ability to focus on us. Some friends halfheartedly said that they would come then didn’t show. Many would quickly change the subject from the ceremony to talk about them again, and a few outright got angry and stopped talking to us at all. It was a weird time.
After the ceremony we figured that maybe we had not been very wise in choosing our friends and from there on out we were going to focus on finding and maintaining friendships that were all about being two way, friends that would give to us as much as we could give to them.
I didn’t know how much that was a real thing until just recently.
Lately we have had it a little rough, I don’t mean to whine or complain, but life has been a challenge. Just to tip the iceberg there was the car accident, nobody got hurt, but my slave is shaken, the broken stove which is too expensive to repair and so we need to get a new one, my grandma died which meant that I was contacted by my Uncles wife which brought up memories of some sexual abuse, and tomorrow my believed dog Bo will be put to rest after 16 years of a life, and all I can think about is how I could have been better for him, how I disappointed him, and maybe I am being selfish by doing this.
And in all of this whirlwind of one event after another something amazing is happening.
Our friends and our family are surrounding us with a wagon train of love. Everywhere I look and every time I pick up the phone I am reminded about how amazing our chosen family is and how they love and support us. They are calling and offering help and love and an ear at every turn. They anticipated our needs and gave to us, even though we would not ask such things.
I am overcome and overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and care and concern that takes their time and effort and energy and puts it all on us during this time.
I am so utterly grateful that these people are in my life.
Because of them my slave and I have been comforted, we have usable options for the stove, and my beloved Bo does not have to wait for my next check to get some peace, and he will be buried here at home with us.
I don’t know how to say thank you enough for these people in my life. We are so utterly blessed.
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