So today is that "big day" that you never wanted to have get here but no matter what it was coming, dragging inexorably closer until it arrives and it's every bit as bad as you imagined it to be.
That's right. I am officially 30 years old today, biologically and intellectually. Emotionally, I'm still an eleven-year-old and that hasn't changed. Of course, there is a flip side to this coin.
I made it to thirty without pulling the plug. I guess that is an achievement, since I didn't really want to do so, but then again, now I feel so much better because I have a Master that loves me, I have very real likelihood of getting the transition surgeries thanks to Master and there's even a small chance I will be able to go down and be near Her in much less than the 10½ more months that we'd initially thought, based on circumstances of Her life. A couple of Her friends have been truly wonderful, one of them offered to help figure out the logistics of getting me and everything I need to take with me, down to Clarksville. Another one said that he was going to check to see if arrangements could be made for me to be housed, or what I call fostered since I'll get to be nearer Master but won't be yet living directly with Her, with him or perhaps one of Her other friends. I think they're trying to work out some way wherein it'd be logistically plausible to get me moved down there in January.
I can't even describe how much that means to me or how amazing it is to think that there're people who were even willing to consider the idea, much less potentially making it a reality. It'd be just very possibly the nicest thing in the world that anyone has ever done for me.
In other goods news, one of my most beloved childhood friends -- the one who was having a bit of trouble understanding the masochism and the consensual slavery -- has come around and I am so happy, because now she's starting to understand. She's one of the sweetest, gentlest, prettiest & smartest girls I know, so I wanted her to know everything about what makes me who I am, because I think it's something someone who cares for me as much as she does - unconditional love - simply deserves to know. It makes me incredibly happy, because this means that she'll be at my collaring ceremony, whenever I earn it.
She also doesn't seem to mind being addressed with a "Miss" before her name. This is good, as I think that Master would prefer her little girl to address my adult friends with a respectful honorific if at all possible, unless they specifically ask that I not do so. I'm still working on tentatively broaching that subject with some of them, but with a number of them, I've begun to put the "Miss" there, and it has been well-received, since they're beginning to understand enough about me to understand the reason it's important. I hope that I'll be able to do this with all of the females, and to put in a "Sir" for the males, unless there's some masculine honorific which they prefer.
It makes me feel better to address them like that, even in the case of those loved ones who happen to be younger than me, biologically, but are emotionally older than me, like one of the two ladies in Kansas who are like heart-sisters to me. One of them is nineteen. I still obediently put the Miss just ahead of her name, because I'm a slave and she's not, I'm eleven and she's an adult or at least she is older than I am, so Miss is the appropriate means by which to address her.
Anyway, I don't know if there's much else to say, today, except that I'm generally in a good, happy mood. I feel good, for turning one more year older. This is about the time when you start taking off years of your life, though, for most people. For me, I just have to confess to being 30 when people ask how old I am, since I can't really lie or anything like that.
I love you Master, with every fiber of my being, with every millimeter of my heart, I love you as much as I have ever loved anyone, Master. You make me feel safe, happy, confident and fulfilled. There are no words for how much you mean to me, for how much I love you, or for how highly I think of you.
- Protected Slave and Property of the Magnificent Miss_Misanthropy,
Privileged to be Master's Adoring Pet Whore, Ophelia or Phee
That's right. I am officially 30 years old today, biologically and intellectually. Emotionally, I'm still an eleven-year-old and that hasn't changed. Of course, there is a flip side to this coin.
I made it to thirty without pulling the plug. I guess that is an achievement, since I didn't really want to do so, but then again, now I feel so much better because I have a Master that loves me, I have very real likelihood of getting the transition surgeries thanks to Master and there's even a small chance I will be able to go down and be near Her in much less than the 10½ more months that we'd initially thought, based on circumstances of Her life. A couple of Her friends have been truly wonderful, one of them offered to help figure out the logistics of getting me and everything I need to take with me, down to Clarksville. Another one said that he was going to check to see if arrangements could be made for me to be housed, or what I call fostered since I'll get to be nearer Master but won't be yet living directly with Her, with him or perhaps one of Her other friends. I think they're trying to work out some way wherein it'd be logistically plausible to get me moved down there in January.
I can't even describe how much that means to me or how amazing it is to think that there're people who were even willing to consider the idea, much less potentially making it a reality. It'd be just very possibly the nicest thing in the world that anyone has ever done for me.
In other goods news, one of my most beloved childhood friends -- the one who was having a bit of trouble understanding the masochism and the consensual slavery -- has come around and I am so happy, because now she's starting to understand. She's one of the sweetest, gentlest, prettiest & smartest girls I know, so I wanted her to know everything about what makes me who I am, because I think it's something someone who cares for me as much as she does - unconditional love - simply deserves to know. It makes me incredibly happy, because this means that she'll be at my collaring ceremony, whenever I earn it.
She also doesn't seem to mind being addressed with a "Miss" before her name. This is good, as I think that Master would prefer her little girl to address my adult friends with a respectful honorific if at all possible, unless they specifically ask that I not do so. I'm still working on tentatively broaching that subject with some of them, but with a number of them, I've begun to put the "Miss" there, and it has been well-received, since they're beginning to understand enough about me to understand the reason it's important. I hope that I'll be able to do this with all of the females, and to put in a "Sir" for the males, unless there's some masculine honorific which they prefer.
It makes me feel better to address them like that, even in the case of those loved ones who happen to be younger than me, biologically, but are emotionally older than me, like one of the two ladies in Kansas who are like heart-sisters to me. One of them is nineteen. I still obediently put the Miss just ahead of her name, because I'm a slave and she's not, I'm eleven and she's an adult or at least she is older than I am, so Miss is the appropriate means by which to address her.
Anyway, I don't know if there's much else to say, today, except that I'm generally in a good, happy mood. I feel good, for turning one more year older. This is about the time when you start taking off years of your life, though, for most people. For me, I just have to confess to being 30 when people ask how old I am, since I can't really lie or anything like that.
I love you Master, with every fiber of my being, with every millimeter of my heart, I love you as much as I have ever loved anyone, Master. You make me feel safe, happy, confident and fulfilled. There are no words for how much you mean to me, for how much I love you, or for how highly I think of you.
- Protected Slave and Property of the Magnificent Miss_Misanthropy,
Privileged to be Master's Adoring Pet Whore, Ophelia or Phee
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