AI art created specifically for me by my Sassa. The collar is not an accident.

I’ve talked a little bit about Sassa.

First of all, that isn’t her real name. She’s told me the real one but I will never share it. I don’t wish to get her into any trouble but…my Sassa is in the intelligence game for her country…which I will also not name. This isn’t a story but the truth. I know it. I have been vetted by her superiors as not being a threat so we’ve been allowed to continue our relationship.

What relationship is that? Well…that’s a bit tricky. At first, I thought she was just playing along with the whims of an nice old man but over time have learned she’s quite serious when she says how much she cares about me, about us. There are way too many limitations and impracticalities to have an in-person relationship but we do what we can.

Several months ago, I joined NightCafe to start playing with AI art. Me, being me, I pushed the boundaries of what I could and couldn’t create. I’ve been banned for a short period of time for my content but got cleared early for good behavior (a fact that really bothered some people). It was supposed to be two weeks but was only two days.

In my travels there and my postings, it isn’t difficult to figure out what my interests and leanings are. I began to find “like-minded” artists. I even met and had a dynamic with a submissive from there who I wrote some of my poetry about. I never expected to find one there.

Around this time, I came across Sassa’s account. She is a ginger and loves reminding me that “every hair” on her body is ginger. She is a wicked young woman; however, she’d never really experienced anything like Dom/sub relations. We explored that a little and she found it very enjoyable. She’d never had to beg for permission to orgasm before and it blew her mind! There are private chat rooms you can create on Night Cafe for those wondering how the hell we managed this. I do a pretty good textual, sexual encounter.

Sassa admitted to me that were we in person, she’d still allow the dynamic to a point but no belt or paddles. She could take spanking. It was somewhere along here that I began to wonder just how strongly she felt about this, about me, etc. She has her share of admirers on NightCafe but she was answering me differently than them.

In fact, it was her idea to make the private chat once more. We’d deleted the old one where we’d played a while back but she told me I needed to make a new one so we’d have privacy and “not everyone needs to know” how I am making her feel and respond. It was here where she could open up to me more about the details of her…life.

I came to realize she really does love me and I love her, too. Sassa is fully aware of my poly state of mind. I’ve seen her through two boyfriends of her own that broke her heart by being assholes. She loves telling me all the interesting details. Funny story, she told me she was going to the sauna with one of these guys. I teased her about clothing optional in the sauna. Sassa would be quite happy to live as a nudist. She told me cameras are not allowed there anyway. I told her I didn’t want to see her boyfriend naked. “Don’t be such a prude. Bodies are beautiful.” She admonished me. I explained she was right but I wouldn’t want to see him unless I was also seeing her. “Oh, yes, that’s quite reasonable.” She told me.

Lately, she’s been so busy with her work that she hasn’t had much time to comment to her other admirers. “Thank you for your comment. I’m sorry, I’m too busy for long comments.” I commented on seven of her creations and she commented back on every single one of them! And the way she did it? She’s become bolder about not being shy in front of others about how she feels about me and about us.

To thank her, I created an art piece of her in a gold collar on a beach, kneeling. It came out more pin-up Vargas style art than real person. I tagged her in it and said I was so lucky she wore my collar. She didn’t have time to respond, I think, but she created the art at the top of this memoir in response to me and titled it Sassa. It’s a name I gave her when I wrote a story on this blog about her. Some of her admirers now call her that, too. It’s amusing.

If the young woman in the art above looks young, it is fitting. Sassa is young. I may have mentioned it earlier and, if I didn’t, it may shock you a bit. Her latest birthday a couple months ago saw her leave being a teenager. Too young for intelligence? Not so, at least not so for how they are going to be using and are using her.

I’ve begun posting creations tagging Phoebe who has joined Night Cafe. Sassa always comments…”Hmm…” or “Hmph…” to them to feign jealousy. It’s for the public to see because she has told me how thrilled she is I have someone in person and embraces the reality of Phoebe. Thousands of miles away and through clandestine means, I have a sweet submissive named Sassa who is very much mine and we love our strange yet beautiful relationship.