Catching Up Part 1

Omigoodness, how amazing was May 2019? I think I am going to make a notation in my calendar so when time travel is a thing I will remember that it was quite possibly the best month ever and I'll want to be extra mindful not to create a paradox. Unless in the paradox universe all that changes is the last season of Game of Thrones.
Instead of my normal Monday where can you find me post, I'm going to time travel in the only fashion available to me at this time, and share all the yummy moments you missed in the past couple weeks.  Oh sorry for you, you should follow my blog, groups & platforms more closely if you want to be in the loop.  Or you should submit more fully if you want to be part of these moments.
A few weeks ago my top said that he was going to be someplace practically on another planet and suggested that I meet him there. Have I mentioned how conflicted and full each of our schedules are? My overly full schedule though, like everything else in my universe (or nearly everything) bends the knee (so angry about GoT). Where was I? Yes sir, on my knees. What? That can't be right. No, my schedule was bending for me. My top said he could carve out some time in his too full schedule and I started banging on my calendar until I thought I could make it work too.
But could I really make it work? I have a lot of specialized responsibilities. I can't just tap any muggle or call up Kelly's Temp Service and say yes, I'll need a dominatrix on Tuesday, who cooks from scratch using only locally sourced produce, to step into my shoes for a few days. But it so happens I know a dominatrix who knows the value of bone broth and free range eggs. Bonus, she loves me. Mistress Dahlia and I began hammering out a visit and at some point it became clear that really we needed another person to make this work. Our favorite Panda stepped up to fill in the rest of what was needed.
Let's pause here for a moment to appreciate this is the rewards of building meaningful, healthy, and complex dynamics. In all things I give my all, having partners and friends that do the same, fills me with so much that it rarely feels like work.
How much of my time with my top am I going to share with you little voyeurs? I haven't quite decided yet. Let's pin it & talk about my party now.

Shortly after settling in here I was introduced to an amazing local Dominatrix, Lady X of House of Femdom. House of Femdom, among many other things, hosts welcoming parties for local and visiting Dommes. Lady X, her partner Mistress Katie, and their well-trained house subs put together a top-notch evening of pampering, and playing to introduce local subs to new-to-the-area dominants.  Mistress X has a wicked imagination, and she devised so many naughty games for the subbies to compete for our attentions. The submissive guests reflected a range of experience levels. I got to play with amusing betas that yelped when they saw a clamp and experienced masochists that took my lashings and thanked me as welts formed on their flesh. My party was so special; another moment when I was able to pause and reflect on everything I love about being a professional dominant. This is the community I am a part of, and these are the people I am blessed to spend my time with.

Overlapping the weekend of my party, our Panda had to go home. I wish I was able to carve some play time or bring her to an event during her stay. For a self-proclaimed brat, she is such a solid and helpful friend. You were missed so much Panda, thank you again and again for all you did.
Dahlia and I were then able to focus on some behind the scenes stuff.  How many times have I said that she is amazing? I haven't said it half as often as I have thought it. She is amazing. She tended to everything I value with the same level of thoughtfulness and devotion that I vanilla at. When I returned, my home was spotless and fresh flowers were in every room. She managed my business so that my trip could be truly down time. And she did this while bouncing that booty to Cardi B and singing along, bitches is mad, bitches is trash err, Oscar the Grouch, Seeing me win, they gotta hurt, ooh ouch. Said when the see me, what they gon do? Bitch, not from the couch. She's everything. After unpacking, and a moment to rest my feet. They are still humming, thank you sir. What? Oops, sidetracked again. After a moment to decompress, there were schedules to coordinate. Events and launch dates were penciled on calendars. Ideas for content were considered, and pinned.

Dahlia and my top are my point and counterpoint in all things. Neither are my echo chamber, I know how good my coffee is Jules, I buy the motherfucking coffee. I have no need of an echo chamber. It is rare, but what I have a need for is someone to say, you've put a lot of energy into this and it isn't proving worth your time. Or more often, to say that idea last week, that was brilliant, why isn't it in motion yet. There's a thing I have debated with myself far too long, when I said it out loud, my muse and my top agreed with me. The work-cations to Massachusetts are not the best investment of my time. I will not be returning to Massachusetts this summer. When I do return, whenever that may be, I will be wearing my tourist shirt. It will not be announced publicly and I will no longer try to juggle downtime and work time. If you are devoted to me, if you wish to serve me, you will do so on my schedule here in Paradise.
Omi, how long has this become? A quick edit suggests there isn't much I want to cut. Listen if George RRRRRR Martinson can use every word in the English language 10,000 times to tell a story of how everything burns, (could have been summed up with, totes wicked hot) I can use this many to share the best month ever. I'm not quite done, but I am quite tired. I know, you're already waiting on a part two of the post on Long Distance Dynamics. Mistress needs a nap. You will also wait to hear about my surprise visitor, Mistress Dahlia's birthday bash and maybe, if you beg & I am feeling especially exhibition-y, a little taste of how tops play when they get actual downtime. You're welcome.