So tomorrow is the most dreaded of the weekdays... the fateful monday, but I can assure you that this will be possibly the best monday I will ever have. Tomorrow I get to pick up my angel. I get to spirit her away from the weak little boy, and expose her to the world. To show her that a man is not a liar. That he doesn't not falter in his beliefs, and that he will always keep his word.
I've been waiting for the time when I'd be able to live the life with her on a consistent basis so she would know that it's not just a matter of acting a part. These are rules that every day life should see. I currently set no rules in the bedroom that I can not ask of her in public.
A small tangent to that last paragraph. I believe that we will be moving on to a daily life that will be very reminiscent of a 1950's era household. I've always wanted to move my life in this direction, but finding a woman who's not immediately appalled by the thought is a monumental task in itself. Though angel seems very receptive so I will lead us down that path, and see where it takes us.
The worst part of this monday is knowing I'll be leaving town on tuesday, and won't see my angel again until Sunday evening.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Angels' Birthday
Today is, as the title says, My angels birthday, and I'm glad to be spending it with her. Things haven't gone well in her other life lately, and I'm glad to be able to put a smile on her face. The boy she has mentioned in her posts is in attendance, and it gives me the opportunity to display the bounds of my self control. Though I do have a small suprise in the plans for her and I know that she will enjoy it immensely.
As a secondary note I'm posting a picture of my angels' birthday cake. It's a very special kind of geek chic.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
To know an angel
I've known angel for many years. Almost to many to recall the exact number. I do remember however that she was rather shy, but more than willing to come out of her shell with a bit of coaxing. Her eccentricities always intrigued me, and her sense of fashion was often a bright point in my evening. She was fun, and had a quick smile. It's what drew me to her. I often fantasized about the time I could have spent with her, but she was taken and so was I. Eventually I disappeared off to the Service, and had to leave my angel behind. Thankfully our friendship was well in place, and I saw her as often as I could when I made it home on leave.
I'm not sure when it was that I slipped away again, but eventually I returned to seeing my angel, and it tested my self control greatly. She had a fiance, and I a girlfriend that I was attempting to be faithful to. I worked with her fiance, and on a few occasions had to stay at their house because it was such a long drive from my house to work. It really brought out a certain side of me watching her tend to my needs, and attempt to be the happy home maker.
The part it brought out was the territorial, dominant, and very curious side. I'd missed feeling in control, and I'd missed knowing what it meant to be served. The woman I was so dedicated to was beautiful in her own right, but I quickly discovered that she was not the answer to the question. It was my angel that provided that, and she did so with great style and grace.
I'll be touching on this again later, but for now my bed beckons to me. It and I have been parted far to often and far to long recently.
Fortunately my presence brought about the seeds of doubt in my angels heart, and she informed me one day of how much she disliked the situation she was in, and how poorly that her fiance treated her. (I may not be the nicest person on earth, and often am called an asshole because of my firm and resolute nature. The mistreatment of a woman, and one you've promised yourself to, is unforgiveable.)
I'm not sure when it was that I slipped away again, but eventually I returned to seeing my angel, and it tested my self control greatly. She had a fiance, and I a girlfriend that I was attempting to be faithful to. I worked with her fiance, and on a few occasions had to stay at their house because it was such a long drive from my house to work. It really brought out a certain side of me watching her tend to my needs, and attempt to be the happy home maker.
The part it brought out was the territorial, dominant, and very curious side. I'd missed feeling in control, and I'd missed knowing what it meant to be served. The woman I was so dedicated to was beautiful in her own right, but I quickly discovered that she was not the answer to the question. It was my angel that provided that, and she did so with great style and grace.
I'll be touching on this again later, but for now my bed beckons to me. It and I have been parted far to often and far to long recently.
Fortunately my presence brought about the seeds of doubt in my angels heart, and she informed me one day of how much she disliked the situation she was in, and how poorly that her fiance treated her. (I may not be the nicest person on earth, and often am called an asshole because of my firm and resolute nature. The mistreatment of a woman, and one you've promised yourself to, is unforgiveable.)
Monday, February 22, 2010
A Start
I'd like to start by saying that this blog will contain very adult themes that may offend some. If you find that you do not like the information, and ideas portrayed here please feel free to leave. I promise you that I am holding no one here that doesn't already wish to be here.
This will be a sort of recollection of my exploits, and a reminder of my Duty. I am in Control of another person, and it would not do well for me to be lax in that responsibility. She is my angel, and I will not refer to her as anything else. Believe me out of all the names one in my situation has to offer to what is theirs this one is perhaps one of the nicest, and one of the most PG.
Angel gives me her every thing, and does not question the things I ask of her for she knows that I will protect her, care for her, and see to it she feels safe when in my hands. This isn't a relationship gone into lightly, and it's something that was thought about and discussed for quite some time before hand. That is the way of these things, and I am a fan of tradition.
A bit more on the purpose of this Blog before I go, and begin to formulate the memories of the beginning. This is the Dominants perspective, and as such it will reflect that sort of mindset. My angel will be posting a concurrent blog reflecting the views of the submissive, and together you should see the whole picture of a beautiful interaction, and power exchange between two consenting adults. In my eyes it is a thing of beauty, and I hope that one day you will have the chance to explore the subjects contained herein.
This will be a sort of recollection of my exploits, and a reminder of my Duty. I am in Control of another person, and it would not do well for me to be lax in that responsibility. She is my angel, and I will not refer to her as anything else. Believe me out of all the names one in my situation has to offer to what is theirs this one is perhaps one of the nicest, and one of the most PG.
Angel gives me her every thing, and does not question the things I ask of her for she knows that I will protect her, care for her, and see to it she feels safe when in my hands. This isn't a relationship gone into lightly, and it's something that was thought about and discussed for quite some time before hand. That is the way of these things, and I am a fan of tradition.
A bit more on the purpose of this Blog before I go, and begin to formulate the memories of the beginning. This is the Dominants perspective, and as such it will reflect that sort of mindset. My angel will be posting a concurrent blog reflecting the views of the submissive, and together you should see the whole picture of a beautiful interaction, and power exchange between two consenting adults. In my eyes it is a thing of beauty, and I hope that one day you will have the chance to explore the subjects contained herein.
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