SPECIAL ADDITION

I was planning on writing a blog this weekend about my last few weeks under my previous Master, the sudden break up and my feelings towards him. But something happened this weekend, and so this has become a “special addition”.

Yesterday I went out to play. My first play without directions from my previous Master in a long time. I knew it was not going to be what I would call a hard or difficult session, and therefore picked him. This dom, let’s call him C, has chased me since September last year, and put quite a bit of effort into it as well. I was never that keen on him, for several reasons, and managed to hold off any meetings. But now I couldn’t really think of any excuse not to go see him, plus that I convinced myself that he might be the perfect one to start playing again without feeling too lost now I haven’t got Frans any more. By now I was quite familiar with C, even though our contact has been only by phone, and he seemed nice enough.
So, off I went, to the big city (my first time in London), routeplanner on the passenger seat and my new dog collar and lead in my handbag. I arrived around 11pm, and parked where C told me too (good sub! –well that is after arguing over the first place he pointed out to me, where I didn’t want to park cause there was a yellow line). I ended up being parked only around the corner from the hotel, so I left my comfy shoes in the car, knowing I wouldn’t have far to go the next morning in my beautiful stillettos.

What happened on the night, the playsession and some of the feelings, I will write another time.

This morning, after some nice hotel breakfast (I just LOVE 4-star hotel breakfasts) I went to my car, well in time (I wanted to be in Bristol for 1pm to attend a munch). Shock/horror… my car gone! Whilst walking around the square, trying to call C in a panic (who didn’t answer the phone), still hoping I would see my car somewhere, loads of things went through my mind, and I started to loose “it” a little. My feet were killing me, I had three hours sleep after an unusual night, and I panicked. Really panicked.I took my shoes off and wondered around the square bare feet still trying to find my car, half crying, still trying to get in touch with C when I saw a parking attendant. I asked him if he thought my car could have been towed away, so he gave me a phone number to call. And yep! They got it. Some relief, at least it wasn’t stolen. But that didn’t stop the tears starting to flood. Because suddenly I was faced with the problem of finding the compound, having no money to release the car, etc….

I asked directions, but the parking attendant wasn’t sure. He told me to put my shoes on but I couldn’t. I was going to have to walk for a while, trying to find this place without a clue. And so that left me, shoes in hands, bare feet, sobbing my heart out, wandering the streets of London in despair. Until I couldn’t see the point any more and used my petrol money to pay for a taxi. The very nice driver took pitty on me when he dropped me off at the compound and gave me some discount on the fare.

It was very daunting. The office was deep below, with special fences and locked doors and protected glass and stuff. The men dealing with the payments and collections all looked very stern. I explained to them that they have my car, but that I didn’t have any money. I asked them if they could forward the fine to my home or something, and that I would pay on the 25th when my wages come in. But that is not how it works. The car does not get released until it is paid. Worse, they can only hold it for 7 days (at an additional cost of £25 per day). The cost to get it out today was £200 (rip-off???).

By then, I was completely and totally lost, panicked, and was devestated. I can not describe my desperation and cried my eyes out. I was allowed to get my other shoes from the car (aren’t they just the sweetest!). And I was told to go phone a friend.

Back upstairs (because down under the ground in that horrible cement cellar my mobile didn’t get a signal) I called R.

And now we come to my point of this blog. We come to the special bit of this “special addition”.
In this blog, and with this blog I would like to praise R. It is nearly a year now that I know him, and despite all my other weird and wonderful friends, he does stand out and is very special.

I can come with the strangest requests to him, and he won’t bat an eyelid. He always manges to calm me down, no matter how great my distress. I can talk about anything, without having to be ashamed. We can talk for hours, about anything and everything. I just love the way he sits himself back, ready to listen again to one of my crazy and confused tellings, to then comment on it which makes it all clear and understandable for me again. My little girl loves him (she told me she wants one like him when she grows up when she saw a pic of him in his biker leathers!) and he spoils us with little pressies very often. Whenever we have an evening planned, it is always the highlight of my week and always look forward to his company.
Now and then he does upset me with things he says, but he can get away with murder. Don’t know exactly what it is, but he’s got something boyish about him, despite his bitterness, which makes me believe that he really does not do anything to deliberately hurt me. Actually, he has very often proven his sensitivity towards me, and seems very careful. And so I do believe in the innocence of some of his comments that hit me.

He is a very dear friend, and I get tremendous support from him, also with some of my submissive needs. And I am so grateful to know him, and to be allowd to call him my friend.

And so, when I was told to go call a friend, he was the one that came immediately to mind. It was so good to hear his calm voice, and without any doubt he bailed me out. I’ll never be able to thank him enough for this.

I got a little messed with more, when I went back with the payment details. Got told that they couldn’t accept this payment without the person present (I nearly completely freaked!!), but then got a phone number I could call and my payment would get registered soon after that call.
So back upstairs, and of course that phonecall didn’t go smooth either. They couldn’t find the reference number of my ticket, but then eventually found it by my numberplate. Apparantly I got two tickets. But I could not understand what the second ticket was for, and how much that is going to cost me.

Whilst I was making that phonecall, a message on my voice mail came in. My ex-husband had some snotty comments again. I called him back, half histerical crying, telling him off for always being nasty to me no matter what I do for him etc. He was very surprised to hear me like that (he is used that I let him walk all over me) and apologised.

I got home somewhere between 3 and 4 that afternoon. I spoke to R in the car, whilst I was trying to fight my way out of London onto the M4. He managed to make me laugh and joke and was extremely kind again.

C called me back later that day, and promised to give me the money back, because he felt responsible for what happened. So hopefully he will come through and all ends well. Apart from that I am slightly traumatised haha.

I have to go to bed now. But I’ll keep my blog updated again from now on.