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and experiences, much less tell you about one. But I think it’s important, and so
I will. Her name was Joanne, and I loved her very much.
Joanne sat on the edge of the bed, wringing her hands and looking deeply
troubled. She’d been anxiously waiting all day to speak to me, and now that I
was there, she wasn’t quite sure where to begin. She knew that bringing a
grievance to me always required a certain amount of tact, and to be sure, she was
usually quite adept at it. But today she just didn’t know if she would be able to
keep her volatile emotions in check long enough to say what needed to be said.
“Master, this rift between Jade and me doesn’t seem to be getting any better. I
know you said that I should be patient, and give her a little time; that I should try
to see things from her point of view, but...” she sighed, struggling to contain her
emotions. Joanne had moved here from Colorado a year ago to form a
polyamorous family with Jade and me, and while the two women were certainly
close, they weren’t as close as Joanne had initially hoped they would be.
Over the course of the past twelve months, it had become increasingly apparent
that Jade was essentially a monogamous heterosexual submissive who
envisioned herself in a poly vee relationship, with me as the hinge. Joanne, on
the other hand, was a poly bisexual submissive who had envisioned herself in a
full triad relationship, where all three partners are equally loved and sexually
attracted to one another. Obviously, this was a source of some frustration for the
two women, and frankly, I wasn’t exactly crazy about how things had
developed, either. But this was not a perfect world, and on the whole, the three
of us were generally happy.
“I love her like a sister. I really do, Master. You know that.” She continued, “I
would do anything for her. But she has this wall that she has built around herself
that I just can’t seem to break through.”
I nodded, looking into her lovely blue eyes, and wiped away the tears that were
beginning to well up there. “Maybe that’s the problem, baby.” I said, “Maybe
you’re trying just a little too hard. The more you try to break through her
defenses, the more she will fortify them. You can’t break into a person’s heart
and expect to be welcomed with open arms. You need to wait for her to open a
door and invite you in.”
She pondered this for a moment, and replied, “But Master, she isn’t going to
invite me in. She is perfectly happy with the way things are. And what makes