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On Being A "Professional" Master/slave

We've never, ever wanted to be mistaken for any of the countless people who claim to be a Master or slave when in reality, they just pretend for money. There's potentially a fine line in other folks' perception, and I've gone to considerable effort to never cross that line. My treasure writes here because she enjoys it, she loves to get and reply to comments and she also does it because I require it. In the beginning, it was a blog, nothing more, nothing less. In the last few years, it has become not only a blog, but also a hub for all of our online activity. Some of that activity is done simply for fun, some of it is to feed some sort of narcissistic need for kudos that I still deny having, and some of it is done to try to supplement our income by sharing our real life with others who might be willing to toss a few bucks our way for a small window into our normal activities. Normal for us but mere fantasies to them, things that they can't get at home or simply things that get their blood flowing south. Like most people, we started out never showing our faces, never being specific about where we live, blah blah blah. One day, I decided that I was tired of acting like I was ashamed of Myself or My girl, just so someone I knew wouldn't find a photo that would make them all butt hurt because of their own insecurities and closed-mindedness. In a very short time, we had started making videos and posting non-anonymous pictures all over the place. Eventually, My girl started doing live cam sessions for cash and it's become a multifaceted "business". That's why we're making this page. I didn't want it on the front page of the blog because this is still her blog, and always will be, but we wanted to add a page for some of the money-making things that we do.

About two years ago, we decided to test the waters with Kindle publishing. For a nominal fee of 99 cents a month, you can get this blog automatically delivered to your Kindle. Unfortunately, this makes it less likely for My girl to get the comments that she so loves, so if you decide to go the Kindle route, please come back here later to leave that comment you were thinking about!

Lately, we've had gentlemen ask if it was possible to buy My treasure's worn stockings. If worn stockings is what you seek, then we are happy to oblige. We've charged very reasonable amounts in the past, and that won't change. Pricing will depend entirely on quantity, color, availability, your location and any other variables or requests. We get her stockings from Europe, and we only order a few times a year, so we may have limited color options at any given time. If you're interested in My girl's worn stockings, or any other requests for that matter, please email her directly at We've done custom videos and would also be happy to do custom photosets. If it turns you on, and you think we can provide it, please don't hesitate to ask.

About 2 and a half years ago, we also decided to start making videos for sale. We've had a banner on the front page, but we've never really promoted it at all. Well, I'm not really going to promote it too much here either, but if you'd like to check out our clips, you can find them here. You can also find some of them here.

My treasure has also started working as a cam girl on ImLive. There's a banner on the front for this as well, but you can also click here or on the banner below to find her over there or schedule a meeting with her.

Banners here also!

Monday, April 30, 2007

Feels Like Summer

All of a sudden i'm waking up by kicking off the covers and find myself looking for the nearest fan to sit or stand in front of. i believe summer is very near. While i love summer activities, i'm not at all fond of the heat. Master is always talking about moving to Florida when the truth of the matter is, i enjoy cooler weather. i'm not a huge fan of the -20 days but i would rather bundle up than roast.

Master sent me to one our favorite journals last night and i heard the most beautiful song. It really tugged at my heartstrings. If you're into sappy music, you should check it out at HomelivingHelper
This is also an amazing blog for women who are interested in a more old fashioned traditional homemaker role in the home. There are tips on cooking and decorating as well as how to be a bit more organized with your daily routine. i love this site.

i have another doctor appointment this week. i'm hoping that i might find some answers to my libido issue. i've heard good things about this doctor and even more encouraging things about one specific medicine that is supposed to help with Polycystic Ovaries. i'm looking forward to at least learning more about it. It certainly can't hurt to look into it.

i find myself having to stop and grab at my chest and gasp for air a bit less often. This happens when i'm in the middle of any task at all and i remember that Mom is gone. It hits me like truck and my heart literally hurts. i never know what might trigger it or when it will happen, but it's happening a bit less often. It happened last night for the first time in a few days. i took the dogs outside and i've been going out with them, i just feel better if i'm out there with them, less chance of them trying to escape out our somewhat broken down (not even all that old) fence. It was a lovely night and the moon was just starting to come out and it really felt like a summer evening. It wasn't quite dark yet and it was the time of day when i would call her just to say hi. i thought just for a split second, i'll run in and grab the phone while i'm out here with the dogs and call Mom. i took a step toward the door and of course, stopped on a dime. It hurt so bad i grabbed our outdoor swing and just stood there until i could catch my breath again.

i miss her most on Sunday. Sunday when i was younger was always a stay home and hang with Mom day. Sometimes we'd go shopping for the afternoon but most days we would just hang out, i'd sit at the kitchen table for hours and look through clothes catalogs and she would just putter around the house. Then we'd start dinner for whoever was going to be coming over that night. In the later years we'd sit out on the porch in the nice weather, this was when she learned that she didn't always have to be working, when she started learning how to relax and just sit and read or visit. She wasn't very good at that until her later years. She always thought that there was something she should be doing or something that needed done. She was right, there was always something to do or something that needed done, but she learned that it would keep until another day. So Sunday nights are the hardest for me. When i moved out on my own i still spent most Sundays there with her and my grandma. It was one day that i enjoyed the most. One thing that scares me a little about having these episodes less often is that i need to miss her, i don't want to stop missing her, ever. Once that's gone i'm afraid i'll stop thinking about her as much and eventually go a whole day or two without thinking about her. i'm not ready for that, or maybe i just think i'm not ready. i don't cry as much as i used to, i know that. i'm just letting this happen as it comes and trying not to rush it or push it away. i don't know what else to do.

Master and i have been talking more lately i think. We've certainly had a rough time this last month or so and we both want to make things work, so we talk. Not always about anything important, we just chat. i hope He's feeling better about things. We've been talking about some type of employment for him and i believe He's going to start looking. i think that will help things a lot. We'll have to see though.

Have a great afternoon!!

Peace to you and yours,

MD's treasure

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