fs02: A Domme’s View – Arc 4 – Chapter 47

Chapter 47

It has been 7 weeks since my trip. There are 6 weeks left to wait. We video chat every day. For hours. Every day.

Every day I have him kneel in the corner on video while he listens to me spend quality time with Vic. I know that he loves to hear me. I know that he wants to see me. I deny him that privilege.

Every day I ask him how his disgusting sissy clitty is doing locked up in its cage. He’s always honest. I use that time to remind him how selfish he is to be thinking about his penis and that disgusting sissies don’t deserve to cum.

Every day I laugh at him and tease him about his harness and the uniform that he will be wearing when he serves me. He never ceases to blush and squirm and whimper in such delicious ways. He makes Venus salivate.

Every day he tells me how much he loves me. He tells me how much he misses me. He tells me how lucky he is to have me in his life and how amazing it feels to be mine. I want to dump my heart back on him but instead I merely smile and tell him that I’m ‘fond of him’ and looking forward to his life of servitude.

The plans move so slowly. He’s moving when his lease expires. His process of simplifying his life to what will fit into his car is progressing. He asks me if he can keep a handful of books, movies, and CD’s so that he can share them with me. I permit this. I would be foolish not to. He has some specialty culinary gadgets as well. I allow for those as well since he’ll be doing all the cooking.

I’m rather disappointed that I didn’t visit his apartment. I wanted to see how he lives. I wanted to know more about him. I want to know everything. I want to cherish everything. This boy has his hooks firmly planted in my heart. I don’t fight against them, I want him to be there.

I’ve barely left my home since I’ve been back. I spend all of my free time with him. There are days where he forces me to reach out to people and cuts off contact until I see someone or make plans to see someone. Cheeky bastard, telling his Mistress what she can and can’t do. When I meet Cass for coffee or call Gordon on the phone or meet Brie at the gym, I realize how much I miss their company. The boy is right.

He reads me. He reads what I don’t say as much as what I do say. He can tell when something is off even slightly… often before I even realize it. In that way he’s a lot like David. He’s perceptive and smart. He pays such close attention to me.

I’m absolutely certain that I went about this in the right way. I could tell that the kink compatibility would be there. I needed to know he was someone that would make me feel special and loved and cherished as a man. Now there is no doubt in my mind. Cass agrees with me. I had to ask her if what I was doing was right. Sometimes my emotions run out of control and I can always count on her to give me an honest opinion. She agrees that I did things right. I chose wisely.

When I told him that Ms C. was interested in meeting him he almost died. I teased him she was looking forward to spit-roasting him with me. I couldn’t tell if he was happy or terrified. Maybe both? I can tell that he admires her. I pressed him about whether he would have rather had her or me. His response is that I was the one that saw him. He’s so much like David. I can love this boy with all of my heart.

I’m ready for this next chapter of my life to begin. I’m tempted to just buy out his lease and get him here sooner. He preaches patience. He already promised his work he would stay through their busy season. He’s not the type who would walk away from a promise. If he was, I wouldn’t want him.

For now, I settle for what we have and look forward to what we will have. He is my hope. I am his hope. I am in love. I am happy. Soon, I will be even happier.

I am Wanda. I am the silly, totally average woman who was broken but has tried to be strong. I am dominant. I am sadistic. I am loving. I am his Venus in Furs. This is me.

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