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Today was a pretty easy day compared to the last few.  I was able to just putter around in the garage and work on some bondage furniture for Mistress Trecia.  My trip is getting closer and closer, so I let my mind wander while I was working and just thought about Mistress and our upcoming time together.

I’ve been thinking a lot about what our first meeting is going to be like.  Part of me wants to leave a room key for her down at the front desk so I can meet her naked and on my knees as a true submissive should.  That scenario makes me incredibly nervous, but really excited as well.  While my cautious, logical side side says that a more informal meeting would be appropriate, I am driving 400 miles with a truck loaded with bondage gear to completely submit to a woman I’ve known for three months.  I think the time for informal greetings is long since past.

I also spent some time just daydreaming about Mistress.  I had the pleasure of helping her organize photos for her new Parlor update and I just can’t get her beauty out of my head.  I keep talking about her smile and her eyes and both still leave me mesmerized.  Based on our previous discussions, I’ve tried very hard not to objectify her and, rather than focus on her physical attributes, I imagine what certain other things would be like.   Things like her scent, the warmth of her skin, what she might be wearing when we first meet.

I know this kind of thinking is extremely indulgent and borders on schoolboy crushing.  Despite that, I am very  aware of the boundaries that need to be maintained between us, but am able to respect those and still feel adoration toward the amazing woman that is Mistress.  I am just giddy with the thought of finally being in her presence, to have the physical element of our relationship consummated, to put those sensual elements with the persona that I’ve been honored to serve from so far away.

Soon…