This entry is part 20 of 26 in the series Blogging from A to Z

In the movie recreation of my life, I’m picturing a suave and debonair type uttering these words . . .

“The name’s Samadhi, Michael Samadhi.”

OK, I hope you are laughing with me.

It’s a joke.

My story’s no James Bond sort of tale.

My life’s not one that is going to translate to cinema.

It’s been a wonderful life, but I’m probably going to end up more infamous than famous.

I’m ok with that.  I actually like the choices I’ve made.

And nobody, and I do mean nobody, is going to turn my life’s story into anything but a cautionary tale.

“See what happens when you don’t stay on the straight and narrow children,” they may tell school kids someday. “You could end up like Michael Samadhi if you aren’t careful,” they would tell them, hoping to scare the kids straight.

Serafina’s laughing now, as I read those opening lines to her.  It’s a wicked laugh.  I think she’d prefer to be remembered more along the lines of “Bonnie and Clyde” than the “Bridges of Madison County”, if given the choice.

That won’t be my story either.  Serafina, I’m sorry to say, that’s not us.  We’ll never be that kind of infamous.

The one thing I am these days, for the first time in my life, is to be truly comfortable in my own skin.  I like who Michael has become.  It’s good to be me right now.

Like I have said, I don’t regret any of the choices I’ve made in life.  Ya roll the dice and live with the results.  And of late, the results have been very good.

I was sitting at the munch Saturday night, after announcing that Sinnja had accepted my collar earlier in the day.  I not could help thinking to myself that I was the most fortunate man in the room.

Serafina is a beautiful slave.  She’s everything I ever wanted in a slave.

And the energy and potential Sinnja now brings into the mix, it’s very heady stuff.  Not just for me, but for Serafina too.

I had despaired that Serafina would ever again feel truly close to another woman after feeling horribly betrayed by my ex-wife.  Now, it seems she’s found the the friend and confidant, the sister in leather, that she’d been longing to find, but had despaired would never come.

So I’m thinking life is really good right now, and driving home Saturday night in my 2001 Toyota pickup truck, I looked over at a man driving a new model corvette and laughed to Serafina.

I said I felt sorry for the man driving the corvette.

Knowing the punchline, Serafina smiled and waited for a moment, before setting up my joke.

“Michael, why would that be?” she asked.

“Because . . . He’s not me!” I roared.

I chuckled to myself the rest of the way home, knowing damn well how lucky a man I am.

If my friend Alpha were here at the moment, I’d turn to him and simply say – FUCK! – He’d know that means the same thing.

It’s good to be Michael Samadhi right now.  That’s not always been the case during my life, but right now it is, and I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts.  Could I really be so fortunate that this could last forever?  Only time will tell that, as human existence is a fragile thing, our health and vitality are all temporary.

But for now, anyway, I can honestly say . . .

It’s good to be me!

“S” is for Samadhi – Michael Samadhi

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“A purposeful look for asking a life changing question” . . .
Serafina captured my gaze moments before I asked Sinnja to wear my collar.

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