High time for a rant
I watch the calendar day by day and note that it’s been almost a year since the last time my slave and I were able to be together and see one another in person. We could have gotten together sooner, but there’s a wrinkle that I’ve had to impose due to financial realities. The last two times we got together, I pretty much paid for everything. I went down to where she lived in southern Virginia back in 2017, rented a car, drove down there (10 hours each way) and spent several days with her. It was great, we bonded, had play time, did some sightseeing, but in the end, it cost me about $1500. (about half of that was the rental car…which even now seems a little obscene)
After that, we kept in touch via online abilities. Text, video, email, phone. With an LDR (Long Distance Relationship), you have to keep in touch the best way you can, or things tend to fall apart pretty quickly. Our plan post meeting was to get together more often, keep things fresh, build on what we had set in place at the face to face meeting. As oftentimes happens, life gets in the way, and time marches on. So, we didn’t get together again until June of 2018. That time, instead of me driving all the way to her, we decided that we’d meet ‘somewhere in the middle’. Since I’m a bit better with logistics, I found a place that was approximately equidistant from both of us and searched for a suitable town/city and then a hotel for our stay. Since she’d recently moved a bit further north towards northern VA, Harrisburg, PA ended up being the best place to meet. I booked a hotel, got the time off and this time took the family car instead of renting a vehicle. A bit cheaper, but again I paid for most of the cost of the trip. All said and done, somewhere between $900 and $1000 for the entire adventure.
After this second meeting, I had to inform her that I wasn’t going to be able to foot the cost of our meetings anymore. She had to help out or else it was going to end up being unacceptable for me to continue. I’m not wealthy, I’m very much blue collar in my finances. Granted I don’t live paycheck to paycheck, but there has to be give and take in other things than just the BDSM. She agreed and admitted that she was feeling somewhat guilty that I was paying for everything but her finances were in a poor spot at the time. Consequently, our plans to get together more often after the June meeting had to be shelved. Summer passed, then autumn, and now winter has gone by the wayside. We’re back to Spring, and we’d had tentative plans to meet at the end of this month or the beginning of May. Those plans included ‘closing the circle’ per se, having her come all the way up here to visit, stay at my house to cut costs, (as well as having her here in my comfort zone) and as before the visit would be 3-4 days. Any more and we’d be encroaching on The Wife’s patience, and that’s not a good thing to do.
However, between money and other things happening, that’s had to be shelved for the time being too. It’s getting very frustrating for me. And for her as well I know. Relationships are kindled and developed with face to face interaction. Yes, I’m reminded that couples have managed to stay married and in relationships over long distances through war and strife, through long trips and distances over the centuries when communication was a LOT more spotty than it is possible today. Still, it’s not the same. I want to DO things with her, in person, not through text, not through emoticons and messaging one another. Saying in words, like last night when I put her to bed ~”I come into the bedroom and see you cuddled under the covers, I lift the blanket edge, take the metal shackle and encircle your ankle with it, you can feel the cold of the steel as it steals the warmth of your skin, hearing the lock click as it’s secured, hearing the clink of the chain as it is secured to the bed leg, knowing that you’re secure and going to stay in place all night long”~ is all well and good and engenders nice feelings, but it’s most definitely NOT the same thing as doing it in person. Which we’d both rather be doing.
I’m not certain what the solution is at this point. I’m actually about to the point of saying ‘fuck-it’ and put something together willy nilly and go see her. Just because I’m tired of the situation the way it is, and the way it’s been and continues. Of course, when I stop being emotional and look at my debt spreadsheet, it brings me back to reality and down to earth.
My pseudonym/name is Leathers, this is my rant and I fully support it.