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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!

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Hope for a better day

New Years Eve was kinda bleh. As they do when we're with them during the summer, the children monopolized the entire evening because the Mom has no control and Dad has no concern. The kids wanted the adults to play their silly Wii all night. Now i was interested in seeing it for the first time but that's really where my interest ended. i played a couple games and would have liked to have played board games or actually spent time with our friends.

The "Dad" retreated to the basement to smoke while the women were up there with the kids and i think that Master finally said that He couldn't really stay in the basement all night and leave me upstairs alone. The food was 'eh and what i had really hoped to be a good evening was a real disappointment. The will not tell their children when it's time for the kids to play and let the adults talk and not be constantly interrupted. There is zero discipline and when they are reprimanded they never follow through. i love spending time with our friends but the way they parent, or don't parent, as the case may be, makes spending time with them as a family almost miserable for us.

We had planned to have dinner at another couple's house last night. They've been inviting us consistently for months and we're out of excuses. Every time we go we have a good time but Master and he always argue politics and it makes me nuts. Well a few hours before we were to go, the guy calls and says that the whole family has been ill, waking up with headaches, vomiting at times, they had the gas company out and they say it isn't carbon monoxide. He asks if M can come in and look at a leaking pipe he's got under their house.

Now i should preface by saying, these people are really struggling to make ends meet. Most times they really don't make ends meet. For just a bit before Christmas they were all but homeless. They worked it out where they were able to buy this very old, very ragged and run down trailer. However, it's not in a terrible part of town and the other trailers near it don't look too bad and it's something that they were able to actually buy of their own. This is a step up for them, a step up from no where. They have three children from other marriages and i guess as trailers go, this thing is teeeeeeeeny tinnnnny. BUT! Again... it's something they are able to buy, not rent and it really is a step up. It's warm (relatively) and they aren't on the street. That in itself is good enough for me. Except.... They are sick. So Master runs to town and calls me a little while later and tells me to look up the physical effects of Methane gas. Their sewer pipe is leaking, very slightly, but leaking under their trailer. The effect of Methane gas is that it steals your oxygen and suffocates you, slowly. But before it does that, it makes you sick, like the carbon monoxide. In the mean time before they can get the pipe fixed, they pulled off the some skirting and i'm not sure, but i guess just a couple simple fans will blow the gasses away enough to delute the smell and keep you safe. Just for a very short fix, anyway.

Master told them before He went to their house that they could come here for dinner but that we didn't think that it was a good idea for me to go some place that might enhance my headaches. i don't need any help with that. So seeing how poorly they've been feeling, we put off our evening. We haven't heard from them today yet, i'm not sure if Master needs to go in and see about helping him fix that pipe or not.

i just hope that they are able to get the place fixed up, since they moved in less than a month ago they've had several issues that they have no idea how to fix. Master is the go to guy for questions for everything that seems to be going wrong. Their oven broke, the bathroom floor is caving in, the windows are letting in cold air... the list is long. All i can say is what i keep thinking, i hope they stick it out and don't give up, this could be a good start for them. i give thanks every day for what we have, not because i see what others don't have, but because of the struggles. Some people have to work so very hard, i hope this works out for them. Master gets so mad at him because he makes really dumb decisions and i have to agree sometimes, i can't imagine where this guy's head is. That still doesn't mean that he and his family don't deserve a break. i would love to see them in a lovely home day, not struggling the way they have been. Down to the roots, they are good people and every time Master and i go there for dinner they give us such a nice meal, they deserve better.

Here's hoping for a better day for them and people just like them!

Peace to you and yours,

MD's treasure

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