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| LadyEmmaCavendish |
Master was due to arrive at 7.30pm.
At 5pm (ish) my husband text me to say he wanted to see me, where was I? I was brave/stupid(?) and called him to inform that I would not be able to meet as I was meeting Master. He hung up (unsurprisingly.) Shortly after I received a call stating that if I met Master it was definitely over. Don't get me wrong I understand that there can only be 3 people for so long. I tried to text Master, no response. Husband assumed I was still definitely seeing Master. Spoke with Master and he reminded me why it had gone so wrong before. I called my husband to say yes Master was definitely coming over. silence.
Preparation for Master, a bath and shave (was all I had time for by now.) I went downstairs to discover the bath water pouring through my living room ceiling. How great was this night going to be??? So Master arrived to find his slave naked and mopping the floor as the water dripped through the electric lights aaaargh!!!! It finally stopped raining, thank you Sir for all your help x
I was bound into my corset, plain black stockings, skirt, top and collar. We went over the moors in torrential rain (in the car, not walking) for a little drink. (Me that is, not Master - he was driving.)
We arrived back and had some quiet time together. I was feeling calmer. Master left approx 1am.
I woke at 3.30am (ish) wide awake. Let my pooches out, got a Ribena and a mince pie. Still wide awake. (Could have been the sugar rush in hindsight) I decided that despite my love for Master and the good times we have I had to try and save my marriage. I called Master and left him a message informing him of my actions. Brave? stupid?
5.30am I am at my husband's door. He, as you may expect is not expecting me! He does not welcome me with open arms as I beg that I am not too late. We talk for hours. I reassure him that I want to make another go, giving up D/s and he finally accepts. It's now 8am(ish). We return to mine and walk the dogs. Spend some time together (in bed.) Neither of us can sleep, he gets up and goes downstairs. I attempt to sleep on. 10am I give in and go downstairs. Despite my love for him, it is over. He has written me a letter stating the same. We agree to part. He fixes my leak, sends my Master his well wishes and leaves.
I speak with my Master. He was angry (unsurprisingly) at my message this morning, the 4.30am one. Since, he has realised that when you have been with someone for so long it is hard to let go.
Master will be over tomorrow night. We are going to a club together.
Here's to the future x
Edited Tue 28 Dec 04, 2:19 PM by LadyEmmaCavendish
