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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!

Thursday, December 30, 2010

It's more than a blog

i don't really know where i'm going to go with this post but i feel compelled to say something. i've had this journal for a while, not as long as some have had theirs, but a while. Before i started writing my journal i was reading a few, mainly Delia Day, Lisa and Yes Master. i'm not sure who else. Anyway, after reading people for so long you become attached to them, emotionally i suppose even though they never know you're out there reading about them, we become attached to them and their lives. Emotionally invested, even.

i read many blogs and out of all the blogs i read i know a couple of the authors and even though i'm really not very vocal out there in blogville, i have myself become emotionally invested in a few different blogs, to varying degrees. Only because i care about them and i wouldn't ever want anything to happen to them. Some i know fairly well and consider them friends, others i've only just barely met and respected from afar.

That's where this post comes from, this past week, twice now i've felt my heart leap to the back of my throat when i click on someone's post and i read bad news or see a terrible picture. It's interesting to me how people we've never met or scarcely spoken to can have an impact on another person. We open up our inner most feelings on here and let each other into our lives so i guess it shouldn't shock me when people start to feel that they know us or feel for us when bad or good things happen to us.

Taking this whole thing one step further, i know that there are people who have been coming to read my stuff year after year and sticking with me through the good and the bad. To you i wanted to say thank you and if you're a new reader or an old reader returning, thank you as well. Thank you for trudging through the blunder that is my mind and sometimes the boring, that is my mind. Often times i sit in front of these keys with not a clue as to what i'm going to say and it shows, but for some reason you faithful folk keep coming back. Other times even when i had an idea what i'll write it's all jumbled up lol, maybe even like today...

i only had one point i guess even though i'm not out there posting and commenting all the time, which i'm going to try to do more of, i swear, it's just hard for me. It's hard to explain but i feel like i'm putting myself out there where i might not be welcome, i wasn't invited to the party, no one hands out invitations, i know, i just can't explain it. Commenting on posts makes one vulnerable, there, that's a better way to say it and i don't want to hurt anyone or say the wrong thing. So i guess i'm a wimp.. LOL.

Okay.. ANYWAY... Even though i'm not out there posting and commenting on blogs, i'm out there, lurking, reading and above all, caring and wishing you all wonderful lives hoping that whatever is going wrong will straighten itself out and what's going right will continue on it's path.

Peace to you all,

MD's treasure


  1. I sometimes feel just as you do. Thinking..."my 2cents on this subject doesn't really matter". But really, just commenting some encouragement or praise can mean a lot to people. For years I've defined "lurker", but this year I'm really going to try to pump up some people's spirits and do a little more sharing. It's a win/win :-) I'm new on your site, but am enjoying your blog! Thank you

  2. i should know better really because i know how much it means to me when people comment on my journal. Just as you said it means a lot to me that people take the time out of their day to say a word, just as you did here, to encourage! So i should know that a comment here or there might mean something to others. i am just always in fear of saying the wrong thing or being that goof that gets it all wrong!! That's a chance i need to take though, you're right and thank you, really.

    Thanks for reading, i'm happy to hear you're coming back! =)