Maestro’s gift

Maestro has given me many gifts the past year, I’m sure into the thousands if you count all the mind blowing orgasms. But with some gifts, it’s not the size, frequency or cost that’s important. Yesterday he bought a priceless little gift that is imbued with his energy and love for me.

I had been wearing a pineapple on my collar to signify our relationship, but now I have my own perfectly pink tag engraved with my name on one side and his on the back. I’ve told him many times that he owns my pussy. It was my gift to him. And he has honored and respected that gift in all ways big (!) and small. For me, the pink tag is a reminder of the gift of our friendship. It has morphed from purely professional to intimate, and it’ll take more twists and turns in the future as friendships do – but the small and meaningful gestures tells me that our love and friendship will weather whatever comes our way.

I’ve got the tag sitting on my desk right now as I write. A friend asked me a few days ago about finding my muse. I told her that I needed to rediscover my muse, and then I realized that he’s been here all along.