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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 11, 2010

Miss Manners or mismannered?

When does Miss Manners become Miss annoying or just go too far? Is there ever a point where manners are too much? i just don't ever remember a time where my Mom told me "Now make sure that you don't say thank you or excuse me when you're in *this* situation". There are so many time when we're in a store or restaurant and you come close enough where an "excuse me" is the appropriate thing to say but it is rarely muttered. i can say with confidence that i say it 99.9% of the time, i can also say that i am ignored more than 1/2 of the time. Most of the time when i am snuffed it is by women, i am sad to say. Why is is so difficult to just smile and say "excuse me?".

i have to admit that over the past few years i have realized how much more fun it is to be the one to always say excuse me, first. i have also realized how much fun it is to be the one to smile and try to brighten someone's day. i have also come to the frightening realization that some people simply so not want to be greeted and some people simply do not want you to smile at them. They want to remain in their crabby world all by themselves and they want to continue to have their crabby day and please don't mess that up for them by trying to cheer them up by smiling at them, thank you very much!

You think i am exaggerating? i'm not, try it! The next time you're at the grocery store smile at a few people. Pick someone who looks particularly upset or crabby and see just how indignant they are or how quickly they look away. What kind of a society have we become where we can't say excuse me or smile at someone without being snuffed? Sad, really.

Give an inch, let someone ahead of you who only has a few items. When the next isle opens, don't run someone over to get there first, are you really in that big of a hurry? Honestly, are you? i bet not.

i hope that some day i can go to the store and everyone i smile at, smiles back!! =)

Peace to you and yours,

MD's treasure

1 comment:

  1. I've noticed this too, and it's really sad. Acquaintances won't greet each other, they'll pretend they don't see each other. People forget to make introductions. They get themselves something to eat and don't offer it to anyone else. People are just SO RUDE! Nothing proved this to me as much as my wedding. It's sad.