AI art by me. “Aftercare with Rey”

Life Rolls On

The only constant in life is change.  I’m not a massive fan of it, but I realize it is what it is, and I can’t change it.  Phoebe has asked to be released, and we have parted amicably and respectfully.  We will see each other at community events, but it should be fine.  It wasn’t working out for her the way she wished, and it is good she recognized it before things got resentful or something.  I would appreciate it if no one tried to analyze the reasons, etc.  I just believe in being honest with readers.  I wanted to let you know.

My dynamic with Rey is doing very well.  She keeps talking about how surprised she is at her level of calmness and happiness, wearing my permanent collar around her neck.  In case you missed it, she wears a locked eternity collar 24/7.  She is proud for people to know who she is and where she belongs, which I also enjoy.  

There will be more stories about her that are part fiction and part reality in the future.  

A pleasant surprise was when my Nordic sweet girl, Sassa, got an account at FetLife just the other day.  We did discuss doing a Dom/sub connection on Fet, but she requested time to think about it.  She really isn’t a submissive at heart.  She just gives me what she can, when she can, and it’s plenty for me.  We aren’t going to connect on Fet, which is fine officially.  I know what I know, and so does she.  It is sufficiently enjoyable for both of us.

Sigh.  I can’t and won’t go into much detail, but I have learned of the evil that men can do to others.  It angered me, disgusted me, and so forth.  Someone was taken advantage of in a cruel manner.  Fortunately, she is fine and will go on…quite a bit richer for the experience, but…at what cost to herself?  Only she can answer that.  

I did what I could to document what I could, just in case, but, as I said, things will be fine.  It could have easily become one of those Prime-Time Crime stories of a woman disappearing.  She still isn’t entirely out of it, so my fingers are crossed.  This is NOT fiction.  I’d never write fiction like this.

Thank you to shae madigan for allowing me to vent about it to her.  It helped a lot.