Ah, I've put off making this post for a couple of days, but now it's the last thing that needs doing before it's all "done" in my mind, so here it is.
Pet--well, serina--and I parted ways a couple of days ago.
As break ups go, it was a good one. No one did anything wrong and there's no blame to be assigned. Put simply, she realized that slavery is not the right thing for her right now. So, we dissolved our contract.
Because a lot of people use my blog as a learning tool, here is how it happened and how we did so with grace:
Once she asked for release and I agreed, we made a time to sort through the details (the release happened when we were apart, via email). The next day she came to my house so we could do so.
Clothes that I bought for her using her money, I bagged up and gave to her. Some of the clothes I bought her using my money, I kept. I don't know if I will ever have another sub who is the right gender and size to wear them, but I am fond of them and I wanted to keep them as an option.
I removed her, or she removed herself, from apps that we used for household management. So she was removed from the gps tracking app I have, she was removed from the to do list app we use, and we deleted each other's calendars from our accounts.
We discussed social networks briefly - I told her that I had no intention of removing her from my social networks but that if I change my mind on that in the coming weeks not to take it too personally.
Her boots, that I bought for her as her first earned leather, she kept. That might sound natural but I feel it's worth mentioning anyway. Regardless of where she goes in life she earned those, they are hers.
Finally, she returned the key to my house, and the collar I had her wear.
And that was it. Boy drove her home.
I am, to put it mildly, sad about it. It came out of nowhere to me, as far as I knew we were doing very well. But... well, it takes two to make a relationship and only one to break it.
The collar is sitting on the desk in front of me as I type this. I am not yet sure what I will do with it. At the moment I think that in a couple of weeks or so, once I have felt the worst of the grief, I may bury it. If I don't do that, then I may just put it in a box in storage. I don't know yet.
So, it's just the two of us again, me and boy. He's upset about it too. We were a little family and now we have lost one.