Hey, everybody! Come tell cymbidia congratulations...
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morninggirl5
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Congratulations, cym!
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Cym,
If you're happy love, I am happy.
Now, live for you.
Congratulations on the new chapter of your life!
If you're happy love, I am happy.
Now, live for you.
Congratulations on the new chapter of your life!
CarolineOh
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guru, I understand your concern, but if Cym feels anything like I did when my divorce was finalized, she is definitely in a celebratory mood. Yes, there is a bittersweet quality, but it's like the last day of school. There are some regrets as you look back, and some thing you know you'll miss, but mostly what you see before you is that long, happy summer!
Congratulations Cym! May there be nothing but happy summer ahead for you
Congratulations Cym! May there be nothing but happy summer ahead for you
Svedish_Chef
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Congrats cym.
Now you can ALWAYS be the servants!
Now you can ALWAYS be the servants!
cymbidia
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Risia has been there throughout this process with me. She's laughed with me through the highs and sobbed with me through the lows. She's held my hand and heard my tales of woe. She helped me balance this divorce while i was trying to struggle to understand the MS thing. She's been a rock for me, in many ways, for many reasons, through all of this.
She knows how incredibly glad i am to have this done, finally, finally, finally.
Yes, today he and i signed our final divorce papers. It is done. Twenty-one years of legal togetherness are over.
I feel lighter and i feel scared, both.
I wanted this divorce.
I pushed it into happening.
I made this change in our lives.
And as a result, today, right now, since 4 hours ago when the last of the papers were signed and for the first time in my adult life, i'm living without constraints.
My spirit is soaring, unfettered, unchained - for the first time in my aware adult life.
It's my life now.
Aside from what i owe my kids - it's all mine. I can be who i want to be, free from disapproval and condemnation. It's sometimes lonely and often still kinda scary, but it's mine. My life. My time. In my life are my toilets to clean and my grass to mow and my trashcans to haul out on Wednesday evening for Thursday morning pick-up. It's my free time when the kids are with him, my choice of whether to loll around naked in a hot bathtub with a cold glass of wine or to fuck and suck and kiss whomever i please.
The time i've spent getting from last August and "I want a divorce" to signing the papers today has been a wild rollercoaster of a few highs and a lot of lows. It's been terribly draining and i've cried more in the last 10 months than in all the years i've lived before this.
For me, though, it had to happen.
It was time.
Many of you shared parts of this last hard part of my life with me, both the divorce part and the MS part. I don’t think I could have dreamed up more honest and true friends with whom to share my burdens then those of you who have been here during this for me, with me.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for being open-minded and caring.
Thank you for being a surrogate family to me during this difficult chapter in my life.
More than anywhere else in my life (except, perhaps, among those who are a part of my munch group) i feel as though i'm *home* with you, here, like this.
Indeed, online friendships can definitely be of immense value in one's life.
Thank you for your friendship during this cocoon phase in my life.
b.
She knows how incredibly glad i am to have this done, finally, finally, finally.
Yes, today he and i signed our final divorce papers. It is done. Twenty-one years of legal togetherness are over.
I feel lighter and i feel scared, both.
I wanted this divorce.
I pushed it into happening.
I made this change in our lives.
And as a result, today, right now, since 4 hours ago when the last of the papers were signed and for the first time in my adult life, i'm living without constraints.
My spirit is soaring, unfettered, unchained - for the first time in my aware adult life.
It's my life now.
Aside from what i owe my kids - it's all mine. I can be who i want to be, free from disapproval and condemnation. It's sometimes lonely and often still kinda scary, but it's mine. My life. My time. In my life are my toilets to clean and my grass to mow and my trashcans to haul out on Wednesday evening for Thursday morning pick-up. It's my free time when the kids are with him, my choice of whether to loll around naked in a hot bathtub with a cold glass of wine or to fuck and suck and kiss whomever i please.
The time i've spent getting from last August and "I want a divorce" to signing the papers today has been a wild rollercoaster of a few highs and a lot of lows. It's been terribly draining and i've cried more in the last 10 months than in all the years i've lived before this.
For me, though, it had to happen.
It was time.
Many of you shared parts of this last hard part of my life with me, both the divorce part and the MS part. I don’t think I could have dreamed up more honest and true friends with whom to share my burdens then those of you who have been here during this for me, with me.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for being open-minded and caring.
Thank you for being a surrogate family to me during this difficult chapter in my life.
More than anywhere else in my life (except, perhaps, among those who are a part of my munch group) i feel as though i'm *home* with you, here, like this.
Indeed, online friendships can definitely be of immense value in one's life.
Thank you for your friendship during this cocoon phase in my life.
b.
RisiaSkye
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(bold print added)cymbidia said:
Somehow I just *knew* that your post about today would include a nod to your fear of cleaning toilets, b. I promise, they won't bite you. You'll be okay, as long as you avoid buying a plunger or any other kind of tool based on the criterion of "it's pretty."
RisiaSkye
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Not true! Does this mean you don't want me to take your Mom out for tea? Yeah, laugh now. It'll happen, you wait. And then I'll have *ALL* the dirt on you, missy.cymbidia said:You know way way way way way way too much about me, R.
What do you suppose this says about us?: Half of Lit has seen pics of you getting pierced in highly intimate ways, but you can tell *I'm* a close friend--because I know about your plunger, or should I say plungers. Hmm...
cymbidia
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R!
Shush!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~pokepokepokepoke~
And you just go ahead and try to get dirt on me from my mom. I'll be sure to tell her ahead of time who you are, missy, and she'll be full of questions herself. If she could listen to me telling her all about my life as a masosub, you gotta believe she's all primed and ready for details about you, darlin', you and MasterMe.
Shush!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~pokepokepokepoke~
And you just go ahead and try to get dirt on me from my mom. I'll be sure to tell her ahead of time who you are, missy, and she'll be full of questions herself. If she could listen to me telling her all about my life as a masosub, you gotta believe she's all primed and ready for details about you, darlin', you and MasterMe.
RisiaSkye
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Sounds like a fair trade to me-- the dirt on b for some kinky details about my life? No problema. After all, she's not *my* mother.cymbidia said:And you just go ahead and try to get dirt on me from my mom. I'll be sure to tell her ahead of time who you are, missy, and she'll be full of questions herself. If she could listen to me telling her all about my life as a masosub, you gotta believe she's all primed and ready for details about you, darlin', you and MasterMe.
Okay, I think I've gotta stop hijacking my own thread now.
Sheesh, that really is sad--derailing a topic I started myself. I'm so ashamed.
Luckily, I recover quickly.
DustyWolfe
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Congratulations, may your life only get better from here.
Shadowsdream
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Cym
Congratulations on your journey to freedom. Thank you for sharing where you have been and where you hope to go in the last post.
Congratulations on your journey to freedom. Thank you for sharing where you have been and where you hope to go in the last post.
Justine de Loup
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A bittersweet ending...
your life can only get better from here...regardless of how bad "WE" both hate to clean toilets!!!
Hope life gives you wonderful things to look forward to from here!
*lifts up glass* Here's to you, Cymbidia!!
Have a wonderful vacation...you deserve it!!
Justine
your life can only get better from here...regardless of how bad "WE" both hate to clean toilets!!!
Hope life gives you wonderful things to look forward to from here!
*lifts up glass* Here's to you, Cymbidia!!
Have a wonderful vacation...you deserve it!!
Justine
James Blandings
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Congratulations, cym. Life is good, enjoy it!
KillerMuffin
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I see a whole new avenue of inquiry for future Doms. I can see it now.
She's tied up, her head zipped up tightly in a full leather mask. Her hands are bound in front of her, which is not as good as behind of course, and she's on her knees, anxiously awaiting her first lascivious switching from her new playmate.
"Stick your ass in the air. Higher. Higher." His voice is rough and hard, just the way she likes her sex. "Perfect."
The heavy thwack of the leather flogger curls around her bare bottom, leaving beautifully swelling welts behind. More she wants to scream, but he had commanded silence.
"I know you want more, my precious."
She squirms her backside, hoping to entice him.
"Come." He drags her, his hand twisted in the ropes around her neck, through her house until cold tile is all she feels beneath her. "Raise your ass. Higher. Good."
The flogger kisses her again, almost exactly where it had the first time. She moans in pain and ecstasy. He's good.
He grabs her bound hands and yanks her to her feet. She sways, trying to get her balance through the sudden vertigo. He presses something into her hand. Thin and smooth. Plastic. Her confusion doesn't have a moment to settle in before he presses something else into her other hand. A bottle? Squarish, heavy. Like--
"No!" She screams.
"Oh yes."
"I can't do this, Master!"
"I don't want to hear can't!" He slaps her sore backside with his bare hand. Curtly, three times in a row. "You will do this."
"I'm afraid."
"I know. I am here." The heavy reassurance in his voice is given credence by the reassurance of the flogger trailing over the skin of her back. "Do it."
Shaking, terrified, she reaches blindly forward. "M-Master...?"
"I am here."
Her fingers touch cold porcelain and she drops to her knees. She can feel his hand on her shoulder and his power draped down her spine like a leather tail.
Taking a deep breath, she steels herself, and carefully applies the thick, clingy toilet bowl cleaner under the rims of her toilet.
She's tied up, her head zipped up tightly in a full leather mask. Her hands are bound in front of her, which is not as good as behind of course, and she's on her knees, anxiously awaiting her first lascivious switching from her new playmate.
"Stick your ass in the air. Higher. Higher." His voice is rough and hard, just the way she likes her sex. "Perfect."
The heavy thwack of the leather flogger curls around her bare bottom, leaving beautifully swelling welts behind. More she wants to scream, but he had commanded silence.
"I know you want more, my precious."
She squirms her backside, hoping to entice him.
"Come." He drags her, his hand twisted in the ropes around her neck, through her house until cold tile is all she feels beneath her. "Raise your ass. Higher. Good."
The flogger kisses her again, almost exactly where it had the first time. She moans in pain and ecstasy. He's good.
He grabs her bound hands and yanks her to her feet. She sways, trying to get her balance through the sudden vertigo. He presses something into her hand. Thin and smooth. Plastic. Her confusion doesn't have a moment to settle in before he presses something else into her other hand. A bottle? Squarish, heavy. Like--
"No!" She screams.
"Oh yes."
"I can't do this, Master!"
"I don't want to hear can't!" He slaps her sore backside with his bare hand. Curtly, three times in a row. "You will do this."
"I'm afraid."
"I know. I am here." The heavy reassurance in his voice is given credence by the reassurance of the flogger trailing over the skin of her back. "Do it."
Shaking, terrified, she reaches blindly forward. "M-Master...?"
"I am here."
Her fingers touch cold porcelain and she drops to her knees. She can feel his hand on her shoulder and his power draped down her spine like a leather tail.
Taking a deep breath, she steels herself, and carefully applies the thick, clingy toilet bowl cleaner under the rims of her toilet.
Bluesboy2
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Congratulations, if that is in order
I hope that your future with your ex is everything mine is. Though divorced we are very close (monogamous) friends. For you I wish that all the awkwardness and pain should pass quickly and that this can be a new beginning that is happy and rewarding.
I hope that your future with your ex is everything mine is. Though divorced we are very close (monogamous) friends. For you I wish that all the awkwardness and pain should pass quickly and that this can be a new beginning that is happy and rewarding.
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