By Way of Introduction

Please, allow my to introduce myself. I'm K, His girl. I'm your average 38-year-old, with a busy career and very full family life. I am happily married and have a pretty fun, normal home life. I also have given myself to my Master, who is also very busy with work and his family life. He also happens to live on another continent from me. Sound complicated? Well, I suppose it is and it's not. It's very simple, really. My Master and I discovered that even with our fantastic family lives, we were missing something. For me, it was having someone to serve, someone to own me, someone to whom I'm always accountable. (for him, it was having all this from the opposite perspective.)

So my husband and I are both natural slaves (submissives, slaves, I don't get all hung up on the vernacular. I use the words I like.) T and I met after we had each delved a bit into the local BDSM scene. He really only went to like a munch and a club. I was pretty involved in the local scene for over a year, had a couple M/s relationships (I will talk more about this later. This is way more involved than your simple introductory blog. And I've already written a story a while back and I may just make it a post here on this blog, too.) So a mutual friend introduced us (T & I), saying she knew we were both submissive, but we were two of the nicest people she knew and she wanted to be a matchmaker. She was right. We've been happily together for the last eleven years, married for the last seven years.

Then a few months back, T and I were talking. We were discussing missing having BDSM in our lives. We've always had a fantastic sex life, but it was really just kinky sex. One of us would “top” the other and one of us would “bottom”. But we started discussing the idea of serving other people. We had long discussions about what we could deal with, jealousies, insecurites, (mostly all mine.) And lucky for us, we weren't single long. He and his Domina and me and my Master have both roughly been together about a month. And minus completely insane, irrational and sometimes really laughable thoughts, it hasn't been as complicated as one might think.

I also know in my heart and soul that I have never felt more fulfilled, more alive in my own skin, more apart of my own life. I really feel like finally now I am living the life I was meant to be living.  And I also haven't ever seen T so happy. I think it makes us better people all the way around, better spouses, better parents, better at our jobs and better people in the world. We are both much less selfish, whether we're following the orders of our owners or just trying very hard to be the very best we can be, to represent them well in the world and maybe even make them feel proud to own us. I love seeing my husband have someone share all of his kinks and such and enjoy them with him to perfection. I love that he has everything he needs and I can see it on him most days. He seems more himself, too. It's not just me.

I am about to book my first trip to go spend a week with my Master in the UK. I'm so excited, I might spontaneously combust! I also am excited, as I have roughly 9.5 weeks to get my ass in the best shape of my life. Biggest Loser workout/diet, here I come! Seriously, the thought of being naked in front of my Sir (he's seen me on webcam enough that he knows what I look like, but still....) makes me want to start doing crunches right here as I type! Talk about your diet/exercise motivator!

I also want to post a little bit of my fiction. I want this blog to be a journal, an outlet, maybe even a community for me. I love reading the blogs I've discovered so far and once I am not obsessively looking at plane tickets, I might have time to read/write a little more. I need to feel that I'm not doing this alone. I love my life but it's really weird also, having this double life. I feel like a superhero. By day, I'm Clark Kent, by night, not so much Superman as this super naughty slave girl, having a better sex life and more satisfacation in that respect than probably 90% of married women! But all I think and want to talk about is Him (T is used to this at this point and pastes on his smile and nods) and I only have one girlfriend (Love you, Ms. T!!) who I can talk to about anything nonvanilla. So I feel like I don't want my old girlfriends anymore. I want new ones. Hopefully I'll meet some through this blog. I could use some good girl time...