a mina update

A month ago, I  mentioned that I went to a Swiss Poly Group social. While there, naturally, I perused the pickings. Most men there were not of interest to me from a physical attraction stand point. Except for one. Lucky for me, English was one of the languages he spoke. However, he spent most of the evening speaking to everyone in German. He and I exchanged very little words in English. I left that night, making sure to wish him a good night. A very subtle hint that I noticed him and was interested. 

A few weeks pass and I get a fire lit under my ass and decide to join a “dating” site. I’ll explain the fire in a few paragraphs. I decided I was possibly ready to see if I can expand my horizons a bit and see if there are some more potential partners out there for me. Going to the Swiss Poly group made me want to meet some like minded people and I figured a dating site might be a good place to start. Guess who found me on the site? That’s right, the man I became slightly interested in from the group social. I shall refer to him here as, Spain, because, that is where he is originally from. Spain contacted me over the site, 2 weeks ago. We spent a few days exchanging messages and emails. Then, one Friday night, Sylvanus needed the apartment to himself to entertain a lady friend. I had decided I could kill some time by eating dinner out and watching a movie. Spain, being quite the charmer, invited himself along. Normally, this would have turned me off and I would have said no, but seeing as I was going to be alone, and I genuinely liked the guy, I accepted his invitation. 

So, two Fridays ago, Spain and I met for dinner in Zurich. The movie ended up never happening. He picked a very lovely restaurant and we shared a bottle of wine over fantastic food and delightful conversation. I smiled and laughed so much, that my cheeks began to hurt. It began to rain hard that evening and though we were sheltered from the elements, we were seated at the edge. The rain began to get us wet. We were luckily moved to a table farther inside the restaurant where we sat and continued talking, having already finished our meals and bottle of wine. 

Spain began holding my hand, running his fingers along the inside of my palm, creating shots of electricity up my arm. Occasionally he’d let his fingers wander trails along my arm as well. His gentle caresses felt nice. He asked me if he were allowed to kiss me. He asked mostly, because he was not aware whether or not Sylvanus and I had “dating rules.” A lot of poly couples have rules for dating. I told him kisses were most certainly allowed. He stood up and moved to my side of the table and leaned down to kiss me. At first, I  found his kisses too light and soft for my taste, but then I gave into them and began to dance with him. As my tongue played with his, the kiss began to change. Sparks of heat erupted and the kiss went from being soft to hard to soft again. At one point it felt like he was taking the breath away from my body and I think he had perfected the subtle art of sucking very gently during a kiss. 

Spain held my hand as he walked me to where Sylvanus came to pick me up at the end of the evening. I left thinking I would certainly want another date. 

The opportunity to be with Spain once more, came quicker than I expected. Sylvanus made arrangements to be gone for the weekend. The weekend that just passed. So Spain and I continued to talk and suddenly we were both excited by the thought of spending a weekend together. It would be my first weekend spending it with another man. However, as last week progressed, Spain began waving a red flag. By Wednesday, I was well aware that he had some emotional baggage to deal with. In fact, he was absolutely still hung up on another woman. By Friday morning, I told him we simply cannot see each other over the weekend. It became clear that he was so hung up on this other woman, that he needed to sort things out with her. I did not want a man coming over to be with me, while his heart and mind were elsewhere. I did not want to be just a pussy for him to fuck, so he can be distracted. I wished him well and told him once he got to a peaceful place again, whether she and he worked things out or he separated from her for good, I’d be happy to see him again and see where we could go with things. I haven’t heard from him since Friday night. But then again, he hasn’t heard from me either. 

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Back to the fire that I mentioned earlier. I’m pretty sure that the reason why I decided to join a dating site was because Master C has been slowly fading out of my life. Mind you, I did not join a BDSM site. I am not looking for a new Master. I was simply looking for new partners. 

So what’s been going on between Master C and I? 

The last time Master C and I interacted as Master and slave was September 1st. That’s right. Over the last few weeks, Master has gotten so busy, that not only have we not seen each other since, we have also talked very little. Master’s schedule has gotten so jammed that he had very little time to speak with me. Needless to say, there have been no tasks given to me. There has been no sexy chats. I have not served my Master since September 1st. 

I cannot go on like this anymore. I always knew that he was busy. I was always able to accept that he and I may not get to see each other more than once a month, but suddenly, I was also not able to speak with him like I once was. This was tearing me apart. I was a slave waiting in the darkness for her Master to come calling again. This weekend, I confronted Master and asked him what is going on. Was it simply his new projects? Or did he no longer feel for me the way he once did? Was there someone else? 

This morning, Master and I found the time to talk about many things. His new projects have, in fact, sucked him away from not only me, but the many things in his life that brings him much happiness. His new stressful schedule has also taken away his health, as he has been very ill the last few days. He loves me very much and has never lost interest in me and there is absolutely not a new submissive in the picture.

Master and I have agreed that we are taking a break, but not breaking up. Until his projects are finished, which is still a few weeks away, there simply is not a lot of space in his schedule. We both agree that we are unwilling to walk away from “us”. We are each others’ once in a lifetime opportunity. I cannot walk away from this. Not yet. So instead, we are on a break until things have settled. This does not mean that I am looking for a new Master and he a new slave. I am not interested in having anyone else. Just him.

Time will tell how things progress between he and I. For now, for today, I am at peace. I believe more than anything, that Master and I will be reunited again. Not as soon as I had hoped, but one day.

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This coming weekend, or rather October 3rd, marks the 2nd wedding anniversary for Sylvanus and myself. To celebrate, we are going to Paris. It’s part of our, “we’ve been to the fake one, now let’s go to the real one” tour. *wink*. Growing up in Southern California, I was a frequent visitor of Disneyland. Disneyland has a toboggan ride known as the Matterhorn. For those who don’t know, the mountain known as the Matterhorn really does exist. It’s a very famous mountain (pictured here on our blog’s banner), in Zermatt Switzerland. Last year, during the summer, Sylvanus and I visited the Matterhorn. We called it our belated honeymoon. 

Also in Disneyland, is the “Sleeping Beauty Castle“. This castle was modeled after the Neuschwantein Castle in Germany. Which Sylvanus and I have visited twice now. You can clearly see that King Ludwig II and Walt Disney were like minded people. Big dreamers and fantastic creators. Things didn’t work out so great for Ludwig II, however. 

In 2009, Sylvanus and I had a Vegas wedding. We got married at the Bellagio. It was a beautiful, outdoor ceremony on a balcony overlooking the “lake”. This year, Sylvanus and I, on our way back from a visit to Milan, visited the actual city of Bellagio. It was quite impressive to see just how much care the hotel in Vegas took in getting it to look just like the real Bellagio. Right down to even the tress and vegetation surrounding the hotel. And yes, of course the original version is more stunning!

During our Vegas wedding weekend, Sylvanus and I had our rehearsal dinner and our reception at the Paris hotel. So now, for our 2nd year wedding anniversary, he and I are going to the real Paris. We will also be dining at the real restaurant at the Eiffel tower. We had our rehearsal dinner at the restaurant at the Vegas Eiffel Tower. 

It’s going to be a fantastic four days for us. We leave on October 1st, with first class tickets on the TGV to Paris. We have a room with a view. We have tickets for the Louvre. Dinner at the Eiffel Tower. Maybe I’ll get to do some “haute couture” shopping? (I’m a little pessimistic with my short height and over weight body). At the very least however, I think I can find some beautiful lingerie or maybe a new piece of jewelry?