To adopt or not to adopt

I used to like having several slaves under My command.

I used to enjoy having different games for each of them and pick and choose which one I wanted to play with.

I would share some slaves with other Goddesses so We'd both have fun and bond over our little puppy.

I used to think one slave per Goddess was silly, and one Goddess per slave was selfish.

Then I found Gus.

Gus was sweet, obedient, playful and extremely honest. he told Me about his life, his fetishes, his experiences. I set him tasks and was always content with his adoration. I started comparing other slaves to him, and realised that he was by far the one I enjoyed torturing the most. I talked to another Goddess about him and sent Her his details. Later he and I met up to discuss his latest task. We met at a café in Paris. he had a bouquet, as I requested, but also one gift, one card and one bracelet with My name on it. he handed it to Me and asked if I'd honour him by putting it on his wrist. he's pretty clumsy and the bracelet was tricky, so the idea was that he wouldn't be able to remove it by himself. he then handed Me the gift, a beautiful box filled with stories of what I had done to him, a necklace, a summer top and a gorgeous plant.

he admitted he hoped to never serve another Goddess again, unless that was what I wanted. I thought of the slaves I had set aside, of the fun I had with Gus, and told him I was satisfied with him and him alone. Of course, that acknowledgment came with a lot of responsibility from both parts: he had to entertain Me whenever I fancied and I had to let go of My wild ways. But it felt good to have a special toy. And the thrill of it didn't wear off.

Until last week.

I hadn't been on findoms in a while, and I didn't want the temptation. But something changed. Gus started to ask questions. he wondered about My life away from him and who I was with. he started getting obsessed with tasks and Skypes. It was good to see him still so enthusiastic, which is why it took Me a while to realise it wasn't entertaining. he wouldn't be as thorough as he used to be. I finally mentioned it to a Goddess who warned Me about slaves who become too dependent. We know they can't survive without us, but they forget that we can thrive without them. My heart sank. I didn't want to become a babysitter, that is NOT a turn on. I forced him into a break but he didn't last long. he ended up admitting that he wished he could be My house pet, but that was too much for Me.

We agreed to end our relationship. It wasn't easy and there wasn't a quick fix, but now I'm happy to say it's over.

Thanks to Gus I can now enjoy one to one findom relationships and see their appeal, but I also know that having a box full of eager puppies will always make Me smile!

At least for a little while... ;)