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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, March 21, 2010

On a mission, to keep everyone awake!

So Master is on a mission to get this ceiling hung. As soon as He gets the ceiling hung He can get the TV and stuff set up. That being said, He kept everyone up hammering and drilling pilot holes and screwing in screws and whatever else He was doing until after 5am. zzzzhuhwha? So now i have to clean up the house and make supper for His Mom and Dad because they are coming over tonight so His Dad can give Him a hand again just holding some of the runners. i'm pretty much useless right now, i can walk erect and do chores very slowly but that's the extent of my usefulness. i messed up my back in a huge way, everyone around me just waits for me to move wrong and do that groaning screaming thing that i do when my whole back spasms up lol. i have had this before but not quite this intense but i just don't want to go to the doctor and have him send me to therapy for a stupid pulled muscle, this is getting ridiculous. i don't know anyone who can't just work out a sore muscle, it just doesn't make any sense why i would need to go to therapy for this when it happens.

my new washing machine is pretty amazing, it has this thing called a quiet wash and you seriously can't tell it's washing even if you're standing just a few feet from it. All you can hear is the water sloshing about. The only time you can really hear it is when it's spinning so i am going to have to get used to the wash times so i know when to go down and change the clothes around cause i can't listen for it to be done lol. Pretty stupid to be so excited about a washing machine huh?

It's a good thing that Master's Dad and Mom aren't very observant, that's all i can say. They went down to look at the nearly completed bed and neither one of them said a word or inquired about the eye bolts or O rings that are strategically placed all over this bed. There aren't just one or two bolts either, there are MANY it's actually amazing that they didn't at least ask what they were going to be used for. Once the bed is up and in place the bed skirt, quilt, canopy curtains and pillows will cover almost every single thing but in the building process there is no way to cover anything. Master's Dad even laid on it and still never mentioned a word about all the attachment points, boggling. The D rings on the bottom frame aren't on yet, to my knowledge but i am sure that wouldn't make a difference. But they are quite large, so they may have been noticed.

Well Master's Mom just called asking about dinner tonight so i guess i should get moving and do something productive.

Have a good Sunday.

Peace to you and yours,

MD's treasure

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