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It sounds life has turned up a new trail to wander down…im happy for you love and you certainly feel more sated than in your previous encounters. Your words have passion and I hope they speak from that place deep down…

Your life is yours to live and I envy you your exploration of it and still wonder what it would be like to join you in your tasting of it. Be careful and safe love above all…but take from life what passions it presents.

You are on my mind.

Mr Wonderful

Some of you may have already read this in the forum post but I wanted to share a bit more here, as I am laying this blog to rest.

I’ve contemplated how to keep it alive, as vibrant as our affair in all its glory, for the inspiration of others. It is beyond my ability to do so right now. I wish I knew how to pass it off to someone who could share their journey as I have. I’m not technically intuitive enough to figure it out and it is linked to my other blog so it seems irrational to do so.  I don’t want to let this blog die. It became meat for my bones during the dry spells of being the other woman.  I found pieces of myself that I never knew existed while sharing here and receiving the feed back of others.  Alas, I can only contribute what I have to offer and as you can see, I have only the memories to draw from.

I always said that my bottom line was to share in a way that would effect both of us for eternity. That what we shared would alter us permanently and infinitely. I offered him forever and that promise remains. I can not take back what no longer belongs to me. Yet, to honor the gift I must care for it. Which for me means moving forward in pursuit of becoming all that he believed of me, inspired in me and dared of me.

I’m certain others will happen across this blog as they search for some tidbit of information to explain why in the hell they feel compelled to submit to a married man or woman. I hope above all that you find encouragement and hope from my words. Being the other woman is not for the timid, weak or uncertain. It requires bold aspirations of giving your all and the courage to confront your choice with pride, honor and dignity. I’ve often said that a submissive mistress is one of the most submissive women I know. They are, in them self, the most remarkable, brilliant, talented and devoted of submissive and women. It is understandable why a man or woman would risk everything for a taste of such exquisite succulence. We are rare and to be cherished. Few may attempt to imitate but none can  compare to the one who truly has the heart of a submissive mistress. We love completely, give entirely and submit to depths that others limit to physical exchange. A submissive mistress honors all that her dominant is, longs for and possesses. It includes his career, his family, his dreams and his desires. It is necessary in order for our submission to him to be complete. It is beautiful to see a woman evolve through the courtship, the training and the acquisition of her status as a submissive mistress. It has been my privilege to share the journey of many, wipe the tears of several and be witness to the evolution of life that comes from being the other woman.

I am a better, stronger, healthier and more vibrant person for the time I was Mr. Wonderful’s most prized possession. Beyond what he required of me and put into me I grew because of the determination to be my best for him. I have no regrets, not one, for making the choices I have made. He breathed life into my soul, painted my tomorrows brighter and introduced me to true love by teaching me to accept passion as it is intended to be applied to life. I am grateful.

Thank you all for allowing me to share my journey.  I hope if you have tumbled across this archive that you will go to www.fetlife.com to the submissive mistress forum and introduce yourself to some of the finest people you will ever encounter. On my profile at fetlife is a list of forums that welcome the dynamics of being in an affair as well as a resource of tips, helps and suggestion for having a successful affair.

My best wishes to all. Keep in touch because I do truly care about you. ~ pixie

It seems the more I try, opt word try, to distance myself from being the other woman the more aware I become of what a significant part of my life and how it has affected who I am.

As blissfully wonderful as my affair was there were some very dark shadows that surrounded it. In the end I had to confront those shadows, taking responsibility for my part in them. As I tend to do in such situations I allowed it to suck the life blood from me for a much longer period of time than I should have. (the confronting part, not the affair -just to be clear) I don’t look in the mirror too well, believe it or not.

It has taken me a good solid month of peeking and poking around before I could stand up straight, acknowledge certain circumstances and square my shoulders again. When I first joined fetlife I recall a message I received from someone who had formerly been the other woman. She was so bitter, scornful and her words felt like venom hitting my skin. At that time I determined to never be ‘that woman’.

There is nothing like the steps of experience to reveal our true character, nature and direction. I know what heartache, pain and loneliness are. I have lived with them, but not as a result of my relationship with Mr. Wonderful. The affair was a constant state of longing for me. Longing is a pull from an outside source. It is not an internal emotion. So I had to choose the emotions I used to respond/react to the overwhelming longing I felt. At times I chose hurt, other times I cried in sadness, occasionally I wrap it in wanton desire so it would flow toward the source of my longing. Most of all I felt determined.

Since the night that we discussed my release I’ve not shed a tear. I have nothing to mourn. All that we were are still remains with me because I have chosen to give it place in my life. I still long for him and perhaps I always will. Yet, I have discovered something absolutely magical that has evolved from being the other woman.

I’m going to generalize this statement because I have enough proof to support it, but please don’t take it personally if it doesn’t fit you. Women have an innate sense of needing defined. I think it holds true for (generally) all women but more so for submissive and slave natured women. There is no truer, raw, bare bones defining moment in life than when one has to come to terms with “Why I am the other woman.”

We’ve discussed a lot lately about the accusation of others, through out the site. People are quick to give us labels but it is up to us to choose to wear them. Others can not, not even my dominant, define who we are and why we do what we do with our lives. It is our choice and our choice alone.

It’s empowering in a way that so many women in every facet of relationships will never have the honor of discovering. They, “we”, are so quick to fall into the entrapment of our environment, loosing our identity to that of our husbands, children or careers. As the other woman I was never more aware in my life of WHO I AM.

I took a break from studying tonight to ruffle through some of the archive conversations I had with Mr. Wonderful. I caught myself laughing at the number of times I question him, why me? I am a validation whore at heart. Then I discovered the real answer, one that no one can ever release, remove, taint or talk about; because I am me and I am wonderful.

Just a pondering thought … hope you don’t mind. ((hugs to all)) Goodnight ~ pixie

That feeling when your skin tingles from just fingertips trailing along your flesh is a high for me. It’s an awakening of my body like moisture upon the tongue that makes us swallow. I could continue the comparisons but the amazement is truly in the anticipation of the high that can possibly lie beyond that first touch.

There are so many things in my life that I use to elicit that feeling. Warming lotion in my hand before I smooth it on my legs or smelling the black coffee each morning before I take my first sip. Feeling the flank of my horse before I mount to ride or the throb of a cock in my palm before it slips inside of me builds that anticipation.

It’s like the rub of rope against the skin or the darkness of the blindfold is a step in attaining that pinnacle of the high we crave.  I do crave it. Call me an adrenaline junky but I am all about the foreplay in life. I love it. It makes my body tremble and my pussy squeal in excitement. It’s important to me and without it the experience is less, little, passive and unremarkable.

I want the glory of the high. That point when anticipation meets pleasure. Arching my back into the touch as I yearn for more, the heat sliding down my throat, my skin silky sexy and smooth, sucking the flavor and exhaling the steam each morning, the power of a sweat laden galloping horse between my thighs and the compression inside my body as his cock connects oh I adore the glory of the high… I need a fix!

There is a tone change in his voice. I know what it means without the words. At times he can even sigh or hmmm and I absolutely know the intent. Knowing matters.

He is a man of few words. He chooses them wisely and rarely speaks just to hear himself talk. He answers my questions without reservation so that I fully understand. Understanding matters.

Its an all or all deal with him. Nothing is not an option. When I have an issue it is his issue. When he has an issue it is my issue. We care about every detail of each other. Caring matters.

We divulge our greatest secrets, share our greatest desires and the goals for the future. Our connection links them together so that we believe in the other. Believing matters.

He isn’t really funny but I find myself smiling alot simply because I like him. I like so many things about him there are too many to list. He likes me too. He liked me first. Liking matters.

It is there and it is real but lately I’ve been feeling like I don’t matter. I’ve made excuses and accepted consequences, situations and limitations but none of them matter. What matters is we allowed something to flower between us that needs watered, pruned and nurtured. He hasn’t been available so I’ve been doing my best to keep it thriving. I don’t know what matters anymore. I’m not sure I’m doing it in a way that will please him. I need his reassurance, it matters to me.

I’m not less without him but I am more with him. I know I matter but if I’m as significant to him as he is to me wouldn’t it matter enough to keep it alive? I’m not sure it matters. Shrug

That’s the title to a song I heard yesterday while circling the mall parking lot in search of a space to park my truck. I turned the volume up and listened to the words closely … When the one you love is  in love with someone else. Don’t ya know it’s torture I mean it’s living hell…

What struck me about the song is that I am the someone else but it is still torture and can be a living hell. I have no doubt his feelings and desire for me are real. Most of the time it is and should be enough to carry me past the rough spots. Then there are those moments … when I see a picture of his family, hear about holiday plans or he shares the details of a night they spent entertaining friends. I feel his love for his wife and I become the one who loves, looking in from the outside.

As a mistress we are often put in the place of tug of war, one day we are the center and the next we spin in a circle watching his life revolve around ours. It’s dizzying, confusing and painful. I don’t like it. If I could erase one part of us, this would be that part. I prefer to be the center or not on option. I don’t do scary rides very well. I get nauseated and weak. So I really want to say, “Hey, give me a call when it’s my turn. Until then I’ll find something to entertain myself with.” So not submissive but it is what I wish I had the strength to say. Since I’m not that strong and I am submissive … I cry more, feel more alone and desolate, kick myself for being so damn foolish more often and drink more than I should.

I tell others to suck it up and be a player in a nice way, minus the “this is what you signed up for” lecture, but this is just a part of being a submissive mistress that doesn’t fit through the damn straw.  There is no resolve when you feel the love you cherish is being shared with someone else. That is why most infidelity ends in divorce; it is just too painful to tolerate. In a forum recently I read a thread questioning how one deals with needing reassurance during time apart. I answered, “You ask for it.” However, inside I truly feel it is the dominants responsibility to lock things up before he steps away. He needs to insure his assets are going to be happy and healthy while he is away. The only way that can be done is with reassurance. Strong, passionate, gushing and oooey, gooey reassurance. If you love me, I need to feel it so intensely while we are apart. A fresh dose of knowing makes it easier to swallow and I can endure it with a greater level of tolerance.

Without it, I begin to crumble. I’ve been crumbling for months. There are only tiny little reminders of how passionate our love is. I clean them, protect them and draw nourishment from them regularly. When I think the last piece is in danger of becoming dust he magically appears with such desire and domination that I easily slip back into my spot. It would be so much easier if I had that dose of reassurance before he turns to love his someone else….

Good thing I have a reasonable level of pain tolerance and have no fear of hell.

Ration Your Willpower
 
“Our ability to fight temptation weakens, almost as if we get tired,” says Duke’s Dan Ariely. After engaging in activities that require willpower, you won’t have as much energy left for other challenges, explains Kathleen D. Vohs, PhD, assistant professor of marketing at the University of Minnesota. So if you’re using every ounce of discipline at the food court because you’re on a diet, or you’re trying to quit smoking, you’ll be less able to pass up a pair of pumps in a display window.

Although Vohs says there’s no easy way to build self-control, she suggests practicing it in small doses: Try sitting up straight, using your nondominant hand, and not swearing for a week. “I’m not willing to bet the farm,” she says, “but we’ve seen small improvements.”

Read more: http://www.oprah.com/money/Why-We-Shop-6-Shopping-Traps-to-Avoid/3#ixzz1e23lUFRe

So how does this apply to us? You may be asking. It is simple even though we are submissive it is required in our dynamics, as a mistress, that we possess a great deal of self control.

Most dominants do manage control of the relationship but there are times when they are not available to the submissive mistress or they set tasks/ protocol that demand we control ourselves in some manner.

Now if one isn’t accustom to self control or is use to a heavier hand of control this can be difficult. Even making ourselves move from the position of waiting for the control can be difficult. I know many women who spend every evening in front of the computer or clutching their phone in anticipation of possible control.

When I read this article I was suddenly struck with the simplicity of the rational. Sometimes slight alterations in our normal routine can illicit self-control. As a submissive mistress it is crucial that we possess this gem in our arsenal of survival.

So this weekend, challenge yourself when you feel that pacing, anxious cry for your dominant by doing something alternating different. Use the non-dominant hand, sit up straight, don’t drink your normal choice of drink or hold yourself accountable for how many positive thoughts you think.

Practice this week, read the article in the link and use some self-restraint during your holiday shopping. After all it isn’t about what we get out of it, it is about what we put into it.

~ pixie

Emotional Energy

“You require emotional energy I just don’t have to give right now and I don’t know when I will have it.” Mr.Wonderful.

I’m trying to wrap my mind rather than my own wounded emotions around this statement. Initially my reaction was to justify and accept it. After all that is my place, right?

As time lapsed I found myself running a few errands, one of which was buying my son new shoes. We are at a department store with the intention of only buying new skateboard shoes. My mind still focused upon the cutting words from the earlier conversation with Mr. Wonderful I neglected what items were being added to the shopping until we were at the check-out counter.  The shoes my son had chosen were black with teal and gray accents. He added a hoodie, belt and ear buds and a hat that matched his shoes. I shook myself from my revelry to question just what he thought he was doing. His response was, “Mom it is part of getting new shoes. You can’t just get new shoes it is a set. You’re the one who started it. We always get everything to match.” Justified, he was right. I had always bought the other items when I bought him shoes. It is my way of teaching him to dress properly, coordinate and to take care of his belongings.  I paid the $212 expense with only a minor moan. Yet as we exited the store I questioned, “Do I have to accept this?”

The answer is NO. I don’t have to accept it. I agreed to one thing, not all the other stuff that He feels accompany it. It may be a set according to him but that doesn’t make it my expense. I did a mental calculation of what the situation with my son had cost me this year. I’m ball park guessing over a thousand dollars. I don’t invest that kind of money in my clothing. I shop for me once a year on a budget, with coupons and a specific list. I may buy one pair of shoes a year and I have worn most of them for several years. Yet, I can justify and accept the expense for my son.

Just as I have justified and accepted behavior from my dom that wasn’t a part of our original agreement. One could argue that it is a submissive reaction. (I will freely admit that I treat my sons as dominant males. My oldest son is in a D/s relationship. ) As long as I have it to give, I do so willingly. However, to hear that I require emotional energy was a stab toward the very position he requires of me.

Recently, as a submissive mistress my emotions are rarely pacified or tended. At best they are brushed against and taunted. I received statements like, “You deserve more.” Or “I wish I could give you more.” Or my all-time least favorite, “I don’t have a solution to what you need.” Perhaps it is the result or punishment for being discovered but that is still justifying a situation I didn’t agree to.

Emotional energy is not something one can point at another for blame or excuse. It is our own internal exchange. We are responsible for our own emotions. They can’t be pulled or reflected from another source. The same goes for energy is has to be initiated from within the source of origin.

In closing, I’ve concluded I have not required emotional energy for him. I believe he feels the need to expend emotional energy toward me and cannot conceive a viable outlet as a conduit.  In every relationship; vanilla, chocolate or twist energy exist or there is not a relationship.  Toss emotional attachment into the mix and it is becomes an addictive component.  I accept responsibility for my emotional energy. I have swallowed it, spanked it and told it no more times than I can count in the recent months. I think it is time he accepts responsibility for his.

A letter from Mr.Wonderful to me…

It has never been about how much time I have but about how much time I can give…

It is not enough; I don’t think it was ever enough. I have a few minutes alone as I sent the boys and their mom to the bus stop without me…I have been reluctant to steal time for it is the slippery slope that led me to discovery and everyone to more pain than I have a right to cause.

You implied I fixed what we broke but that is of course untrue.  It was me that broke it, not us love and while your concern is endearing my faithfulness was never your responsibility. Also, as you must feel, such a wound is never fixed…at best it scabs over lightly and at the risk of carrying on a bad metaphor I feel very much as if I must maintain a clean room; unwilling to misstep else I fear the wound will worsen and knowing that if I were to reopen it would kill her (and I wish I meant that less literally)

I want you to be a part of my life love but having you is not without risk in which I am taking very little at the moment. I am unwilling to take more, perhaps for a while.

I want to be a presence in your life but I cannot be the center of it, eve of the passionate parts, and I am beginning to understand that simply being a presence is not enough… and I wonder at how much pain my keeping you brings versus the pleasure that seems so intermittent of late.

I wonder at releasing you love as while I need you to give everything to me I also need you to sacrifice nothing and to be able to take everything from me…at the moment it seems neither of us can take from this without the other sacrificing too much.

I do love you, and I do not release you but perhaps there is winsome in your need to step back…please don’t step too far love. I am here, no more or less than I have been and here I will remain, don’t be afraid to step back if you need to.

I want to be the center of your life…

Mr. Wonderful

My response…

Your message came to me at a time when I was surrounded by those who know of us and drink from the fount of our mesmerizing love dripping with raw emotions. My professor glimpsed my face and stepped behind me. She requested to read and then asked if I would share it with the lit class. I hesitated for fear the full measure wouldn’t be understood yet a greater fear that it would. She, the only one who knows the breath of us, felt the strong emotion wrapped in our epistolary. I shared it per her request to a pin drop quiet group of misfit lit students. Our love was not lost upon them. Tears were wiped and sorrow shared but the more admiration for knowing the wonder of us.

I too was moved beyond my frustration, neglect and selfishness as I read it out loud. I could feel you, hear your sigh and sense the trembling at your fingertips. To desire to cling while letting go is an action none relinquish without a cost. I’ve erred in forgetting that the investment in which you gamble includes me as well. Perhaps I safely saw myself as an asset in a safe deposit box away from harms danger. As your hastily written, yet well contemplated words rolled across my tongue it was evident that I am a vital asset in your portfolio. The secret account in which you desire is to grow without the daily balance check and a ready return when you have need. We rarely brag or talk about the growth of mutual funds. We assume they are consistent and dependable. It is the ones we purchase cheap and watch skyrocket that are our pride and often our greatest regret when they plummet. I had to ponder which category you have placed me in.

I’m sitting at the duck pond which is a notorious place on campus. A light breeze is troubling the water and a gaggle of geese have come near searching for remnants of my lunch. Tis these view, this atmosphere that reveals my place. I’ve tangled us, wrapped what is truth in a blanket of perhaps. I let the mutual fund seep into the reality of the greatest investment. I have cheapened it with greed. The very fabric of all that we are flows in billows, tones and textures. It is often subtle and at times outrageous yet it provides the safe haven we both require and long to possess.

When faced with the facts of each individual entity it is impossible to choose one facet to cherish or rescue. They contribute one to the other, without the whole the investment is shallow perhaps even embarrassing. As a whole its expanse is awe gathering, as was evident this morning and by the multitude of our admirers around the world. As much as I long for you to be the center, the pinnacle of what we are and shall be, I can clearly see today that it is I who am the pivot point. I must manage, care for and maintain your assets with care and pride. I have been more remiss than you in this challenge. I have let the foundation of us crumble in the tower of us.

Your attraction was not to the humble submissive longing your return. You have that daily in your life. You hungered for the passion of spontaneity, rambling adventure and corky humor that normally flows from my life. I attempted to measure, even limit us, by the view of your daily investments. I felt to continue my path as the woman you met a year ago would betray, humiliate and distant you. I’ve suffered needlessly. I’ve stolen our return and squelched the passion with jealous resentment because I could not replace the primary investment in your life. I apologize for the pressure and assumptions I have made.

We have both said we are undefinable. Yet I have forced a definition upon us that neither of us truly found a place a within. We flourished in some areas and found pleasure in others but the limitations of definition have so hindered us. I want to remain. It is my choice but I will no longer allow my actions to be limited by a protocol that in inapplicable to whom we are. It is my desire to have pixie tales to share, stories to enlighten with the motivation of our mutual talents and common interest. It is my desire to share passion in all that encompasses. Meaning simply what exist between us, what we share with others and the love of life that we both possess. It is that passion that connects us and our open communication that keeps it viable regardless of life circumstances.

You once shared with me that your greatest regret for your past indiscretion was the lack of validation, not knowing how it manifested in the life you touched. I shall not be a regret in your life. I am here. I shall remain and I am yours. Ownership is not without responsibility. Much like an heirloom tucked away in a hidden space that only has value when discovered by another, a valuable must be accessed by its owner or it has no true value even though it is a known asset. It can become tarnished, damaged and forgotten. I want to be a prized asset. I’m accepting that I am not your greatest priority but that does not lessen my value. I only dim in comparison when you fail to validate who and what I am to you. It works in stark contrast against my nature for I value myself. I cannot allow it to be a negative influence in my life. I cherish us which is why I have been so harsh and demanding for which I will not apologize. I will vow to acknowledge my place and that the continuance of our growth is dependent upon you. However, I will not devalue the assets that we now possess. You have taught me love in its purest state. I shall honor it by making you always its first recipient.

Forever Mr. Wonderful, it was my first promise to you.
I love you

His Response …

You are valued…always…forever, I am here and I hold you close even while I keep you away. I see your value, I need you to accept that it is not heightened by your submission, only expressed, and that it is not diminished by finding passion not born of me but magnified. I love you.

My most recent Journal post …

I ran away tonight. Not far and I didn’t go alone. I took the boys to the city. We went to a skate demo, dinner and ended up staying in a hotel for the night. I wanted to soak in a tub. I needed time to think away from the ranch. Today was a very heavy feeling day.

I’m glad we communicated and understand each other. I’m very pleased that we both see a clear picture and our desires have not changed. I will continue to miss you but now I feel that I can do so in a healthy way.

I talked to the man I’ve been dating on the phone while the boy’s skated. I shared a little about us with him. He asked how we met and I told him the truth. He recognized the connection for what it is and how important it is to me. I told him my relationship with you is non-negotiable. I have invested in what I share with you and I value it. He asked what that would mean for him and I. I told him that he would have to accept that a part of me belongs to you just as I would have to accept that a part of him would always belong to his wife. He said he thought it was different because she isn’t here and you are. I asked him to think about it and we would talk about it more at a later time. I wasn’t going to debate it.

I told him I was a voyeur. I thought it was the less of all evils to discuss. He thinks it is funny. He sent me a picture. I told him that it is more fun when I have to ask for them and a picture of him with his hat off isn’t exactly what I meant. I enjoy his company and humor. Otherwise I’m comfortable taking it slow and being sure that I get what I need and can give it in return.

I’m very sleepy. The bath soothed me. I didn’t realize how tense I was until my ass hit the hot water and slid in slowly. My nipples bobbed along the surface and my head lulled back until I nearly fell asleep. So for now I shall say Good night Mr. Wonderful. I’m thinking of you and of pictures that heat my core and elicit the sounds that only you have heard.

I love you

So what does this mean? You may be questioning.  It means that all things in life evolve. They don’t necessarily have to end but they must change in order for us to grow as individuals.  Couples, even within our dynamics, have a choice to embrace the change together by sharing the experience in ways that motivate and encouraged each other or they become distant as they each pursue a path the other isn’t privy to. We choose to share. We choose to maintain what we value which for us is the safe haven of open communication where our thoughts are heard, our desires have a home and the security of mutual trust abides. It means I am free to explore passion with other men and he will hold my hand, share the experience with me through our communication, so that we are both assured of my needs being met. It doesn’t betray our love or lessen our commitment. It is accepting circumstances which will never allow all that we want and then twisting them to get what we need.

For those who have heard me reference “harlequin romance BSDM” I figure you fully understand what was meant by it now.  We do share a very passionate and emotional bond which is laced with romance.  As a very close friend told me yesterday, “You will never find that with another.” To which I replied, “I have no need. I will share it with him, forever.” There are other things to be shared, learned and explored which were never afforded to us.  Sharing the details with each other will give it a place in our relationship and strengthen all that we are. 

I know this was lengthy. I felt it was best shared in context rather than in pieces which I normally provide. It is an example of what a submissive mistress fully encompasses.  To edit it would have cheapened it.  The greatest lesson I have learned in Mr. Wonderful’s hand is that to be open and honest is always right. I will continue to blog, most likely on a more regular basis now as I’ve been remiss with the discord that hovered around us. My topics will continue to support the basis of being or owning a submissive mistress only now I can add the pixie twists and tales that make me who I am.

~ pixie