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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, December 11, 2011

Jingle Bells!

Yesterday we had our The family Christmas party for Master's side of the family. It was nice except that Master's Mom had some sort of spell. We weren't sure what was going on with her, she wasn't really completely out of it but she wasn't responding to us as quickly as she should have. She knew the date and and had strength in her arms and legs so it wasn't an urgent situation. It was more like an ocular migraine because she didn't have any pain and she's had those migraines before. i don't know exactly, it was just very odd and she didn't want to leave to go home and she certainly didn't want to go to the ER. So we just let her rest for a while and less than an hour later she was back to normal.

i'm hoping to do some decorating today, if i don't get anymore done today, i don't think it's going to get done! Master's brother is coming next weekend and that means i'm going to be spending the week getting His parents house ready. That's good and bad for me it's good because i need to clean over there to pay her back for helping me with Christmas presents and it's bad because that means i have no more time for Christmas preparations here at home. Oh well, i'm glad to do it though, His parents only get to see their grand kids once in a blue moon and this really means a lot to them. i want everything to be nice for them when they arrive, the more Master and i do for them, the less tired they'll be when everyone arrives.

It sounds like Santa came early to our house last night. Right before bed time last night Master put both of the jingle bell ankle cuffs on me. Usually He only puts one on because they are so loud when i'm walking through the house. Last night when He put them both on i thought oh wow, if anyone were outside they would think Santa's sleigh was on the roof.

The funny thing was, i was in bed with the cuffs on, just getting ready to doze off when i realized the garage door was left open. Sometimes we will leave it open and it's not a big deal. i just got to thinking that it really needed to be closed because you never know this time of year. So i went out there and i had to turn the light on because as soon as i shut the door, it would be pitch dark. When we're home we shut the door by hand so i walked right across the garage with my bells-a-jingling haha! Who knows who could have heard me or seen me in my little pink robe! =p

We're usually the quietest ones on our block and we never make a peep but every once in a while i think our neighbors might get a peep show! =)

Peace to you and yours,

MD's treasure

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