“Why Do I Love My Mistress?”
It’s kind of funny, almost. Why do I love my Mistress? How does love become love? When you meet someone for the first time, how is it that they capture your attention ahead of someone else? What is it that propmts one to realize that they actually have fallen for someone?
It’s very difficult to put into words what it is that first compelled me to fall for MsTara, but every time we talk or chat, She seems to ratchet up the intensity and She does it almost imperceptibly. And it’s not like we have been able to talk or chat that often, but over time, She has constantly shown that She knows what I need and what I crave. Until the moment came to me the other night that I had fallen for Her.
She has always had the ability to grab my attention. When I first met Her in the chatroom, She was one of a few who knew right away not to allow me to leave to go to bed. No matter what time of the night (or early morning it was), I wasn’t to be allowed to leave. Instead, I had to shut up and get another beer. There were a few nights when I got pretty hammered while chatting in that room. And then, on the phone for as long as She wanted.
As time passed, the hold She had on me became tighter and tighter. And She learned more and more the details of my own submissiveness. She came to know when to be nice, when to tease, when to humiliate and when to make me Her bitch. And it has always been heavenly.
This past week, I came to understand that I was falling for MsTara in a way that I had not fallen in a long time. The hold She had begun to take many months ago had now become an unyielding grip from which I could not nor would not want to extricate myself. And I liked it. And now, at the end of every chat session or conversation, I cannot leave Her until I end it properly and that is by saying, “I love You, MsTara�. And I like the way She has made all this happen.
When we first began talking and chatting, She was dominant, but She was also nice. And that was nice. As our time together elapsed, She (and I) realized that there were times when I liked things a bit rougher. In fact, the more demanding She got, the more of an effect it had on me, until now, She moves effortlessly back and forth from loving to teasing to being quite demanding. And for each shift, my mind and my body immediately responds. I often feel like a violin as She ably and expertly plays me as no one else does.
The effect has been that I now find myself thinking of Her at times that I shouldn’t be. Even as I type these words, on the day of Christmas Eve, I should be spending time with my family upstairs, but I am here saying what I must. And that is “I love You MsTara�. Bye for now.
