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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, August 06, 2011

Practice Makes Perfect!

Master and i were in line at the store this afternoon where we saw this teenaged girl carrying some very high heeled shoes. Her feet were bright red and i'm sure she must have had blisters.

The checker apparently knew the gal holding her shoes and Master and i knew the checker as well. Once we got to the register the checker nodded at me and made a remark about the girls shoes and i just shook my head. i said to her, "she's doing everything wrong and it was all i could do, not say something!!" Both she and Master said "you should have!!"

At that the checker then wanted to know what the young girl was doing wrong and what could she have done better to make her feet hurt less. i told her first and foremost, hosiery! Shoes will last 10 times longer and fit 100 times more comfortably if you're wearing leg coverings. Although leg coverings are a thing of the past, especially in the summer time. So if it's not an open toed shoe, a tiny bootie is the next best thing, you can hide them if it's a pump if you're absolutely opposed to hosiery in the summertime. (i don't know why you would be, but that's just me) =) i wear hosiery all year round but i am not "normal", lol.

If it's a sandal then it's got to be complete hosiery or your feet AND the shoes are toast. The next thing the gal should have done was scuff up the bottom of that shoe! It was brand new and slick, i could see from the way she was holding them, the bottoms were still shiny. Take a piece of sandpaper, a key whatever you've got and scuff up that shoe before you try to wear it on a slick floor or you'll feel so unsteady you'll *look* unsteady.

There are about a 100 different options these days to make heels comfortable, gel inserts for the ball of your foot, gel pads for the whole foot, heel pads to make the shoes smaller, shoe stretchers to make the shoes larger. You name it, you can do it. One thing you can't do is unbreak a broken ankle or make someone steady in a pair of 6 inch shoes if they've never walked in a pair of 3 inch shoes. Practice makes perfect and don't be silly about it.

There's nothing more sexy than a woman in a pair of stockings in 4.5 inch pumps but you don't get there in a day. =)

Peace to you and yours,

MD's treasure


  1. sweet! thank you for the tips :) I really should wear more so that I can get used to them. I love the way they look on but hate the way they feel

  2. **hugs** In the past i've made some posts dedicated to footwear. i think it might be time i do some refreshers, it's good for me too! =)

    i hope you're well!!! =)

    His treasure