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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!

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Gloomy Sunday

We're going to Master's Mom's house in a little while, i get to "help" with construction... ha.ha. That should be funny. Especially considering Master's mood today. Lets just say it's less than jovial. It started out with a reminder phone call to pay a "not yet over-due" bill. i don't even know why they make those calls, i am fairly sure it's just to make people like Master extremely mad, and it works every single time. Master gets overly angry though.

Then i told Him about the ants again and He got so furious at me that He walked out of the den and threw something, His soda i think. He's mad because i obsess about ants in the house. i've been trying all summer to keep the ants out of the house with cleaning and vinegar and a few ant traps. For the most part it's been working, they aren't on the counters and they aren't nearly as bad as they have been in years past. Our neighbor ended up having to get an exterminator. There is no way to avoid them, we live in sand, in this area, everyone gets ants, that's just the way it is, but the last couple years they've been pretty bad and no matter how hard i try i can't get rid of them alone. i get them down to just about nothing and then they pop up again. So i go weeks without mentioning them and once i mention them again, He completely goes off the handle. i just can't handle knowing they are around and i go on for a couple days and as much as i try not to say anything, today i had some on my shoes and feet. When i told Him about it... i had really wished i hadn't. *sigh* i know that if i'm diligent with them, i'll get rid of them. They hate vinegar, sadly, so does Master and these are in the den, the place that He spends most of His time when He's home, so this one is going to be a tough one to balance.

Anyway, i better get scooting off here so i can get ready to go. Master is taking a short nap before we leave, hopefully when He wakes up He'll be in a little bit better mood.

MD's treasure

1 comment:

  1. Hey hun!

    Ok living in florida we have *bug* problems also. Sandy soil sucks for ants fleas ect...the idea is to NOT let them in your house. Stop the vinegar and all the rest inside and start looking outside. This is how we battle the bugs and it WORKS! We use a product called seven dust and we sprinkle it around the foundation ect. Also if you can get under the house..put your ant traps there. And last but not least..spray your yard. If you buy the spray that you hook up to your watering hose and just spray it..i promise will have an ant free summer.

    sorry you two haven't had the best day

    be good