Hot Diggity Daffodil. I missed you lovely people.
Where to start...
My lovely lady and I just had a good conversation about her being "mine".
We bring other women into our bed. I've made it very clear that she is mine, and the only one that actually is. The others are there to enhance the experience for the two of us, and for them to gain the comfort that a strong, masculine presence (and multiple, Earth-shattering orgasms) brings. Everyone deserves love and attention. Women, most of all. The thought of a "good girl" having no man to tell her so breaks my heart.
No silly hyperbole. I truly mean that.
She said to me just a little while ago this evening, "Well, if one of the girls gets a flat tire, I don't want YOU to be the first person she calls for help. I want you to be the 4th or 5th".
Which is a very sweet and loving way for her to say "You're MY Master. You come to MY rescue".
Now, her boundaries are equally as important to me as my own. She truly is MY woman. The one I've chosen. The one I chose every morning. Her happiness and well-being is everything to me, and this woman deserves as much comfort and happiness that this world (and myself) are capable of providing for her. She truly is the most staggeringly phenomenal woman I've ever encountered in my many, many adventures through this lifetime.
But that doesn't mean that I'll forgo my obligations as a citizen of this world.
My response was as follows...
"Let me make something very clear to you. I understand your desire to be the sole-benefactor of my attentions. Truly, I do. Every woman wants to be the center of her man's attention. that, I understand. But me going out to fix the flat tire of someone in need has nothing to do with sex. I'd do it for *co-worker #1" or even *Jackass old neighbor #3*. I'd go and help because it's the right thing to do. Not because it has anything to do with her position in my life or my desire to increase my image with her. I'd go and change her tire for no reason other than she's in trouble and needs help. And I don't appreciate the idea of your jealousy stopping me from helping a person who truly needs it, regardless of whether I've fucked them or not, help is help. I'd do the same for everyone. Anyone. It's the right thing to do".
But that isn't the point of why she brought this up to me. She brought it up because, plain and simple, she needed affirmation that she was the only woman who was truly "mine". She needed to be comforted on her position in my life. What she wants matters to me. A lot. So I (willingly) gave her exactly what she wanted.
"Who's my woman? Who's the only girl I ever truly kept? Who wears the collar? Who sleeps in my bed with me?"
"It's me, Master. It's me".
"It is. Always. Every single night. Every single day. They go home. You stay. My heart belongs to you. My love. My best friend. The greatest woman I've ever met. (Then, with a smile, a wink and a stroke of the cheek) My goodest of girls".
Managing a harem is something I've been unsuccessful in finding any "How-To" guides online about. I guess it's not something that occurs often, and if it does, the men doing it probably have more engaging priorities on their mind than writing up guides on how to balance the fine art of female comfort and masculine domination.
So I'll give some advice of my own.
One girl will set herself apart from the rest. Ambition burns bright, and it's hard to miss. One woman will always bare her soul more openly than the others, and will insist on you KNOWING that she loves you, appreciates you, and wants nothing more than to see you grow, strengthen, recuperate and be happy.
Love these women. Respect these women. Give them what they want. Give them a safe place. Give them comfort. Give them relief. They've earned it, and will continue to direct every single word, thought and action towards the betterment of your life, well-being and satisfaction. Woe to the man who takes these women for granted, and places others above her. Woe to the man who allows his short-term sexual excitement to shame the devotion of his most loving and venerable of lovers.
Sometimes, your devoted submissive needs to know that she truly is "different", and holds a place in your life that genuinely only has room for one.
Just fucking tell her. Tell her she's yours. Tell her she'll always be yours. She's earned it.
She's a good girl.