Recently B. and myself signed a purchase contract on a large flat that is located in the greater center of Prague. It will be mostly financed through mortgage that he secured from a local bank. The slave has another mortgage on the house he lives in in The Netherlands and also pays rent for his office but we don’t travel, shop or fine dine as much as we used to so it should work out financially just fine I think.
As I already mentioned, we are much more settled down nowadays. We still have a lot of fun together but the relationship is not fueled by sessions and mind games so much anymore. In 2012 we often met twice a month, occasionally even more often than that. I very strongly felt that the slave would have had hard time to manage without me. Now it feels different. We meet every 5-6 weeks on average and there have not been any crying episodes for at least 18 months now. Although I generally don’t like needy men at all, B. never came across as needy or manipulative even when he was a complete mess emotionally. You just see people differently if you respect them I guess.
In any case the relationship still feels pretty strong. I can’t imagine that the slave would let me co-own his property if he was not sure about us, especially considering I am not financially participating although I have invested a lot of time and efforts to make this happen, from checking offers to going to viewings, translating at bank, communicating with estate agents, gas company, electricians, furniture sellers, insurance company, setting up direct debits and standing orders etc.
Shortly after the contract had been signed, I moved some of my stuff in. “Welcome to your new home, Mistress”, the slave said and handed me a bunch of keys. We knew I would not live there permanently but would visit whenever B. was in town and of course had the liberty to be there even when he was away if I needed to or wanted to.
The slave and I spent whole week together in The Netherlands this month. That is very unusual as we typically only spend a long weekend together every 6 weeks or so these days. B.´s parents went on holidays and they wanted him to house-sit their villa. I´m not sure but I think it was even their idea that we stay there together. It was very kind of them to allow me to join B. in any case, especially as they have never met me.
The slave picked me up at the airport as he always does. We hugged and headed to the parking lot. It was about half an hour drive to the village where his parents live. B. showed me around the modern ground floor first. I noticed fresh flowers in a vase in the kitchen. He usually gets me some. Allegedly I am the only woman he has ever bought flowers for. He really knows what to say to make me feel special. Next we headed to the basement where there was a good size swimming pool. I could not wait to take a dip. We moved upstairs where B. showed me my bedroom and bathroom. Everything was prepared for me by B.´s mum including towels and toiletries. Wow. I was impressed.
The slave had just replaced his no longer reliable Alfa Romeo Brera with a newish Toyota GT86. He has a black one while mine is metallic orange. Unfortunately that made money even tighter than before so we ate mostly in and focused on free or affordable activities such as museums, outdoor photoshoots, swimming in the pool etc. However, the slave suggested that we go to a huge fashion outlet one day. Probably not the best idea given the circumstances. Fortunately he did not spend a lot of money there as I only liked one shirt.
B. had put a lot of efforts into organizing the photoshoots. He asked a well-off friend of his if I could pose with his Maserati and Cesna. I was excited when the friend agreed. As slave and I talked about this upcoming photoshoot, I joked that perhaps I should make his wealthy older friend my sugar daddy. B. and I have very similar sense of humour and we always get each other´s jokes. Apparently not this time as he was afraid I might be serious! WTF?? I sometimes say I have made the wrong choice and, in fact, should be dating B.´s father or brother as they both have higher salaries than B. does. Interestingly, he never thought I might mean that.