by Regi-_S
Although, known to many as “Master” Regi-, I have to confess that, after many years in a relation with one that I love, I have come to realize that I am indeed, the more submissive one! Now, I proudly admit it and wish to share this news with you!
We have a truly Dominant/submissive relationship, not unlike many of you. A friend told me about HIM, and that HE REALLY needed some help and a place to stay. HE didn’t work and because the folks, who owned the place HE was staying in, were moving, HE was either moving to the street or a shelter. Great start huh? I knew from what I was told that, HE was the type that was not very ambitious, expected attention on HIS time, controlling and could ultimately be in control of my life, but foolishly, like so many have done before, I thought that I would prevail and be the controlling one. (Like I said, “FOOLISHLY!”) As it goes when 2 Dominant forces meet, one eventually emerges as the stronger, more commanding of the attention. This time, HE would be the one.
Although hesitant to even consider seeing HIM at all, I did and from the first time I saw HIM, HE took my heart. It really was love at first sight! I also knew that HE needed me to take care of HIM. I, instantly pictured, and could not stop thinking about a long-term relation. I started to think about, whether my place would be big enough for both of us. What were HIS needs? What was required from me? Am I able to make HIM happy? These things have not stopped being my concerns.
HIS happiness and well being, in every aspect, are my main priorities, above anything else. I know who all HIS friends are. HE never goes to visit my friends with me and only knows the friends that have come to our home. I accept that and it does not bother me.
I do all the shopping for both of us, and of course HE does not like the same things I do. So I always have HIS list and my own. This does not bother me either.
If HE does need to go anywhere that requires scheduling, appointments, etc, I make them for HIM. I will even drive HIM to them. This does not bother me.
When I come home with groceries, HE may come to the door, but HE never offers to carry anything for me. Quite frankly, I’d be shocked if he did, it’s just never been how he does things.
HE has so much unspoken control over me. Without question to my own comfort or convenience, I see to HIS needs first. I make sure HE is well fed. I put my own wants on the back burner for HIM. I rarely take vacations, out of town, because of HIM. Plus, he would not ever really want to go to anything, anywhere, I’m really interested in.
It has been more than ten years since we first met and I started to care for HIS needs. I have dedicated myself to HIM and I will hopefully continue to be able to care for HIM until the day HE dies. Why do I do these things?
Not because HE asks me to do any of this, (HE never has or does), but because I enjoy doing these for HIM!
And, every once in a while, when I’m not attending to HIS needs, watching TV, he may sit on the couch, and lean, just enough so I can feel HIM against me, I know, this is HIS way of telling me, HE loves me.
Once in a while HE falls asleep on HIS back, all spread eagle with a funny face, and it makes me smile. HE is so cute.
4 years later. Something is wrong. Mr. Boots is acting different. He’s snuggling up to me more than often. I can tell He wants to tell me something but doesn’t know how.
2 weeks later. Mr. Boots is vomiting after he eats now, but is not complaining. He just can’t keep food down. I think he needs to see the Dr. but getting him to the office is always a battle.
3 days later. I can see how He has lost weight. I don’t have any real choice, I call a friend to come help me get Mr. Boots to the Doctor’s office.
Waiting in the lobby to be seen is hell, if you are not in danger of dying now, you have to wait. Waiting for the doctor, in the exam room is even worse. But, finally the doctor comes in and starts his checkup. I tell him everything I noticed about it.
It’s not good. He’s dehydrated, malnourished, can’t keep food down. The Dr. says it’s bad and may have progressed too far. Medicine may be too late.
He is sent home, with saline for an IV that he has to have twice a day and some medication. He can only eat soft foods, like mashed potatoes, soup, pureed fruit or vegetables, etc. He is also given a couple cans of a baby food type product. Yummy!
OK, things are bad, and I’m scared. Things have progressed too far. The Dr. says it’s just the waiting now. There is nothing else to do.
He’s gone! My Master is gone. I don’t know what to do. I cry. I cry. I cry. I’m alone.
I Master Regi-, admit proudly to have been in the service of “Mister Boots”.
Even though I did all these things for HIM, the only thing I expected in return is that HE let me know HE loves me. Nothing more! And HE did. Over time, I grew accustomed to understanding what HIS grunts groans or meows mean. Especially when I had some kitty treats!
I Loved and Miss My Cat! Mister Boots!
Humbly yours,
Master Regi- Columbia, SC
