<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162</id><updated>2012-01-27T11:54:14.450-06:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='rules'/><category term='swallow'/><category term='control'/><category term='piercing'/><category term='fish'/><category term='skirt'/><category term='cuffs'/><category term='bondage'/><category term='flogger'/><category term='sybian'/><category term='box'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='gag'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='photos'/><category term='submission'/><category term='orgasm'/><category term='nipple clamps'/><category term='honeymoon'/><category term='hogtied'/><category term='pool'/><category term='sex'/><category term='vibrator'/><category term='corset'/><category term='armbinder'/><category term='hood'/><category term='humility'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='video'/><category term='garters'/><category term='dildo'/><category term='naked'/><category term='bed'/><category term='women'/><category term='vanilla world'/><category term='FetLife'/><category term='collar'/><category term='girdle'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='pantyhose'/><category term='dress'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='chain'/><category term='tattoo'/><category term='music'/><category term='bra'/><category term='Master'/><category term='cock'/><category term='pee'/><category term='stockings'/><category term='locked'/><category term='used'/><category term='pussy'/><category term='punishment'/><category term='paddle'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='blindfold'/><category term='slip'/><category term='spanking'/><category term='pain'/><category term='struggles'/><category term='crop'/><category term='blow job'/><category term='owned'/><category term='heels'/><category term='femininity'/><category term='TPE'/><category term='brand'/><title type='text'>Master Dream's precious treasure</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a slave's daily account of a 24/7 BDSM relationship. If you are easily offended by sexual or kinky topics, this journal is NOT for you, please refrain from reading. Should you decide to proceed, my hope is that you thoroughly enjoy yourself and feel free to leave comments.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>613</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-6366314358352481554</id><published>2012-01-25T14:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:26:01.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Sure?</title><content type='html'>Today i was doing a little bit of blog surfing and i started thinking about my own personal slavery.  There are times that Master will say that i need a reminder of who i am.  Those are the times when i know my mouth perhaps has gotten a little too loud or too harsh (i never swear) or perhaps i've said to Him "You need to..." instead of "Don't forget to..." or something so simple as saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes Master"&lt;/span&gt; in a nice clear voice and meaning it!  i'll never stop needing reminders of my own slavery, i always need to be put back in my place after all this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes He micromanages me because that's what i need. Every once in a while He praises me because that's what i deserve.  Sometimes when i try really hard to look good for Him and i miss the mark i get disappointed that's life.  i'm His slave and i keep trying.  Other times when i'm just getting dressed for the day, He loves how i look! Win. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to call myself a slave to Master is huge, i'm not sure i "do" anything more in my life.  Being His slave is what i do.  i didn't just wake up one day and decide that i was going to become submissive or slave-like however.  i'm not saying submission can't be learned, i am simply saying that's not how it happened for me.  It was a life long process, one that i wasn't even fully aware of until i was an adult.  Asking Master for His collar and becoming His slave has been a beautiful journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why when i see these brand new blogs saying "I'm a slave" "I even did the laundry last week and didn't yell at him once" or "I let him screw me last night".  i have such a hard time not posting and saying that they are making a mockery of our lifestyle.  i have said many times that one of the things i love so much about this  lifestyle is that there are no rules.  It is what we make it so all i want to say is take some time, think about it before you jump in both feet first!  Read, learn, talk to people, talk to each other and then read some more.  How or why does this effect me?  An uneducated person reads that particular blog and thinks "oh okay, that's what it's like to be a slave, i can do that!".... NOOO waiiiiiiiiit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am in no way saying that people new to the lifestyle shouldn't post a blog or write about their new journey.  The only thing i am saying is starting out this life armed with such little knowledge is what is so difficult to see.  Before you so readily give each other a title, do your research and build up a good firm foundation of trust.  For me it was reading a couple of journals, there were only a few really good ones back then.  i was glued to my computer screen learning how those slaves lived their lives with their Masters.  It was then that i learned how much work it would be, mentally more than physically really.  More than anything i think it was by educating myself, reading more about the lifestyle, more about actual slavery did i learn what it was i wanted to be for Master.  i saw what this life "could" be, i saw the dedication and that's what i wanted to become.  Ten years later, i'm still not there yet, but some day i will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master was clear on His expectations of me and what my physical transformation would be.  i came equipped with the foundation of a submissive mind and heart.  What i placed upon myself were expectations of what i believe Master's perfect slave could be.  i only learned that though through time and self education.  i will never be perfect, but at least i'll always keep trying and i will always have tons to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i count on my fellow bloggers, readers and those who comment.  i learn from each one of you.  Well, except the spam comments, i don't speak Arabic! =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-6366314358352481554?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6366314358352481554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=6366314358352481554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6366314358352481554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6366314358352481554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2012/01/are-you-sure.html' title='Are You Sure?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-2945042300218741672</id><published>2012-01-22T14:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:58:04.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>His number one</title><content type='html'>So i was just on Skype with my sister and we were having a nice chat.  We haven't used Skype since she was in the UK and it's always fun to see what she's got going on in her house.  Her husband was out of the house running some errands and she was taking the computer around showing me a few things.  She's always weird when he comes home and we're on the phone the second he walks in, she has to hang up.  Today he got home and immediately we had to stop our Skype call, like the computer was on fire, that call had to stop!  If i didn't know better i would say she's not allowed to talk to me.  i do know better though and i know she's allowed to talk to me.  It's just weird, the whole thing.  So i am very much shoved in the back seat and honestly her husband should take precedence over me, he's her partner in life.  It's just that he's her third husband and we've been down this road before.  That really doesn't matter though does it?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got to thinking, eh it stings to be tossed in the back seat like an old rag because she's my sister but where do i need to be?  Where do i want to be?  i want to be in the in the front seat (if you will) right along side Master.  As long as i'm always His number one i'm okay being third, fourth or whatever to everyone else.  i need friends and other relationships and i want to be needed by others but it's not what i live for.  That always has to be kept in perspective.  No matter how close i am with anyone else it's Master's love and company i can't do without and He is the one that will always fill that void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master has plans tonight to watch a football game so i better get in gear and figure out snacks for the game!  That and an outfit for the game, those are my two roles for a football game, snacks and candy, eye-candy that is.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-2945042300218741672?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2945042300218741672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=2945042300218741672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2945042300218741672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2945042300218741672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2012/01/his-number-one.html' title='His number one'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-1140192165006530673</id><published>2012-01-16T15:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T14:02:43.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In A Word?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just had a very interesting conversation with my Master. It led to me  wondering, to all of you slaves, how many of you recognize the power you  have?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a post directly from Fet Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master asked me to read the thread and perhaps weigh in on the thread itself.  i just read through the entire thread and i think it's up to more than 120 posts now.  There is a reason i don't post much on Fet.  i do have an opinion, but from what i could see people were being TORN APART for sharing their opinions.  One similar to mine might make me the Anti... well anyway. i don't mind having my opinion challenged as i know that i'm not perfect.  There just seems to be no limit to what people won't go to in order to make themselves heard and no self censorship, anything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So i thought i would make my post here, where it's relatively safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me first say that it appeared to me was that as soon as any slave heard or read the word itself &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"power"&lt;/span&gt; because of who we are conditioned to be the stigma that follows that word,  lead to complete and utter tunnel vision.  The general consensus was that no matter what, these people had no power, period, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word itself doesn't have to have nor does it carry with it negative connotations that so many of the posters immediately seemed to identify with.  i am going to concede right here and now that i myself am in a Total Power Exchange Relationship with my Master!  If you ask 100 different people what that means you will most likely get 100 varied answers.  What "power" means to people is nearly inexplicable.  Asking the question that the OP asked was a good one but also nearly impossible to answer, it's also one that in my opinion need not cause so much anger and anguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every individual has a certain element of power no matter what stage they are in their lives,  even a committed slave.  Lets say for the sake of argument that i was completely stripped of every shred of human power when i entered into this relationship with Master.  How then if given a task by Master, to call the electric company and see about an upcharge on our bill that just shouldn't be there.  i am to negotiate with these people and get the charge reduced or even removed.  If i have no power, if i am told exactly what to do and how to do it with instruction only from Master then i have no idea how to negotiate on my own.  i would be lost in this situation, would i not?  For the woman who works outside of the home, who has specific skills those of which her Husband or Master knows nothing about.  How is that power stripped?  It's not.  Power doesn't have to be bad.  He's given you the permission, this is something He wants from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Master and i who spend nearly every waking moment together, we work together in and out of the home and inevitably there have been some areas where He tells me to take the lead.  For instance when His mother was in the nursing home.  That was for lack of a better phrase my area of expertise.  i didn't hold it over anyone it was simply something i knew about.  Just because you may have to take the lead in some ways doesn't mean that the Master doesn't own just as much of you as he always has.  It doesn't diminish the power exchange in any way shape or form.  What it might do is say how comfortable He is in His role to allow you to fly a bit because He knows you won't go far without Him.  Master knows that even when i am "flying a bit" i'll always ask for His help.  Just as when He's in complete and utter control He'll ask my opinion.  He doesn't always take it but He likes to hear what i have to say, all the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This near panic at the thought of slaves having power was an eye opener for me, helping me see that i need to be more open minded myself.  i know that i have zero power "over" Master.  As a person though there is nothing to be ashamed of in being a good partner, wife and slave to Master, i have all the "power" He wants and needs me to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-1140192165006530673?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1140192165006530673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=1140192165006530673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1140192165006530673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1140192165006530673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats.html' title='What&apos;s In A Word?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-5256014050658544626</id><published>2012-01-15T02:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:32:59.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How many slips do you have and what do they look like? Are they half slips or full slips? What colors and how long are they?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/4874089085/in/photostream" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4116/4874089085_a3b23a8a9c_d.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the moment i have an entire drawer in my lingerie dresser dedicated to slips.  i could actually flow over to another drawer as i've acquire more.  Without emptying the drawer and counting them i can't tell you exactly how many i have.  Here is what i know for sure for colors;  i have white, black, navy, cream, nude and one mint green. i have both half and full slips and for the most part they are standard slips with a small amount of lace at the bottom.  i have found that the more lace a slip has, the less likely it is to stand up to many washings.  The fancier a slip is, the less it was intended to be worn.  As i wear my slips every day, most of them are quite lovely, very silky but simple so they'll stand up to many washings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Master ordered two slips for me from Amish people in Pennsylvania.  Oddly enough the silkier of the two has become one of my very favorite undergarments.  It's soft, unbelievably silky, cool in the summer time, warm in the winter and i just hate it when i have to launder it!  This Christmas He bought me a full slip from the same people, made of that same material.  i can't begin to tell you how much i love that one as well!! They are both very simply made, no lace whatsoever but gorgeous to look at!  Another thing that i love about these slips is that there are no slits.  It makes for a warmer garment and fuller look under my skirt or dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a fancier night out i do of course have dressier slips with the lace detail.  One black slip in particular has a double layer of lace and is quite a sight! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm always on the look out for pretty slips and it's amazing to me now how i always feel like i've forgotten something when i'm without my slip! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5684258761/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5224/5684258761_15093428d5_d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you so much for the question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/MDstreasure?utm_medium=social&amp;amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-5256014050658544626?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5256014050658544626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=5256014050658544626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5256014050658544626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5256014050658544626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-many-slips-do-you-have-and-what-do.html' title='How many slips do you have and what do they look like? Are they half slips or full slips? What colors and how long are they?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-7725623986072178619</id><published>2012-01-14T16:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T16:32:52.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slow Suck</title><content type='html'>Master decided to see what i had learned from reading &lt;a href="http://www.jacksblowjoblessons.com/"&gt;Jack's Blowjob Lessons&lt;/a&gt;  of course He didn't tell me until that very second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without giving too much away, there is always supposed to be some atmosphere set up by the giver.  In our relationship it's often quite abrupt and there is no time or no notice, pretty much everything is done when Master says it will be done.  Master has precious little patience, not that He wouldn't appreciate the romantic atmosphere He would just never wait for it, like never.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Master came into the bedroom and said "kneel" and then "Show Me what you've learned".  The entire atmosphere that you're supposed to create and mood set up was gone so okay... pressing on! The next thing that came to my mind was "attitude!".  Get totally into Him and into the activity, no matter what else i might have been thinking 30 seconds before He came into the room, i had to let that go.  Not as easy as you might think huh?  Absolutely no preparation and no mood setting time for me either, just stop, drop and suck! haha!  So i think Jack's really on to something in the whole atmosphere thing, it's not only good for Him, it's good for you as well.  It's great to give you some time to get your head on strait and focus on Him and only Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master did something He's never done before though, He used a little timer and set it so i couldn't see it.  He said that i wasn't allowed to make Him cum until the timer went off.  So i used different ideas and techniques that i read.  i had plenty of time to literally worship Him through His cock in every conceivable way.  i could tell when i was going too quickly and i didn't want to get in trouble so i would slow back down.  When the timer went off i thought that Master would expect me to make Him cum immediately but i tried to surprise Him.  i continued going slowly and only sped up in small increments.  The surprise was enough to make it even more fun for both of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His own words "I like it when you go slow, there is more to a blow job than just cumming".  There is certainly something to learn from that and much to learn from Master as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone is enjoying their Saturday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-7725623986072178619?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7725623986072178619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=7725623986072178619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7725623986072178619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7725623986072178619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2012/01/slow-suck.html' title='The Slow Suck'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-6562942410192236959</id><published>2012-01-12T17:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T17:24:10.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yakkity Yack</title><content type='html'>Just like most of the country, we've had an unusually warm winter.  It's been fine with the exception of not having any snow for Christmas, i wasn't a fan of that in the least.  Not having to deal with the roads and travel has been a blessing though.  i'm not a good traveler when the roads are bad or even when they are, for that matter.  So when we have plans to go out of town for the first time since Christmas of course it snows!  i mean like it's really snowing and i can only hope it tapers off enough for the roads to clear and get completely clear by tomorrow night.  It's sort of a big deal because it would be our first local munch and i would hate to cancel for any reason, so we'll see.  It's not my choice of course, it's Masters and He won't let me be the deciding factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks my sister has been complaining of some pain (which she rarely does) and decided to go to the doctor, another thing she rarely does.  It was what we suspected, her gallbladder.  Interestingly enough you commonly think that only heavy people who eat all fat have gallbladder trouble.  It can happen to someone who is just the opposite as well.  If you are too thin and don't eat enough fat, your gallbladder can malfunction just as quickly.  This is the case with her.  For some reason her husband decided to "text" my brother who is traveling instead of call me, when i am home and very easily accessible.  This morning she had an acute attack and was scheduled for surgery this evening.  my brother left me a voice mail on my cell phone, i've told my brother numerous times that when i am home my cell phone just isn't something i check or even hear and please call the house.  Master actually heard my cell ringing tonight, when i spoke to my brother he started with "her surgery will be at 5:30pm".  UMMM.  So i was able to ascertain that it was my sister's gall bladder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, people do silly things when they are in stressful situations, so maybe that's why her husband didn't call me, i don't know.  i have to say this though, other than her husband and i don't even know if he can be included, there is NO ONE closer to her in the world than me.  i should have been first on his mind on his "who to call" list.  Okay, /end rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologize for bringing this here but sometimes blogs are awesome for venting and not bothering Masters/Husbands with yakkitty yack yack yack.  So thank you for letting me blab. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone that is getting blasted with this storm has very safe travels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-6562942410192236959?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6562942410192236959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=6562942410192236959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6562942410192236959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6562942410192236959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2012/01/yakkity-yack.html' title='Yakkity Yack'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-5782147705830367544</id><published>2012-01-10T12:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T03:23:20.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's Blowjob Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jacksblowjoblessons.com/"&gt;Jack's Blowjob Lessons By Jack Hutson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i was contacted by Jack a couple months ago to review his book.  Now that the holidays are over and i actually had time to finish it, i'm excited to post my review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some advice to the reader before you even open the book, brace yourself.  This guy is no Don Juan. He isn't a smooth talker, he tells it like it is and it's not all candy and roses.  To be honest, you, me and anyone else giving a BJ doesn't give the best one, we're not perfect &lt;gasp&gt;.  All he does is break the news in a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; very&lt;/span&gt; rough fashion.  He tells us something that we already know but really didn't want to hear.  In my opinion for the very beginning of the book, he's too rough, he should take some time to draw the reader in, he's a bit too off putting.  He should remember that he's writing (for the most part) for women and we need to feel a kinship to our author, at least i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all that having been said, Jack is comical and even though he doesn't make a quick connection with the reader what he does do is earn your respect.  This guy knows what he wants and you immediately know that if you do what he's saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU WILL IMPROVE&lt;/span&gt;, of that there is no doubt.  He knows his stuff, he knows what feels good.  How do i know? i don't, i'm a woman, but he sure is convincing.  He isn't just talking out of the side of his face though, he is detailed enough and schooled (through experience)  enough that should you follow his steps, you will give a better blow job and improve your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit about relationships and Jack's take on that.  This part was important enough for me to mention.  It is very obvious to me that Jack writes for the short term relationship, date or even a hook-up.  It would have been quite refreshing to read more for the long term relationship and married couples.  There weren't very many references to keeping your relationship fresh and new, the bulk of the book seemed to refer to the newness of hooking up.  He talks a lot about creating an environment that is pleasing candles, music, wine etc.  One could certainly tell that this was written from a single person's perspective or someone with no children.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again though, this is "The book" if you want to learn how to give the perfect blow job! No matter what else is included!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will only very briefly mention the proofreading.  If you're a stickler for grammar and spelling you might be a bit turned off seeing errors in a published manuscript, if not then you'll be fine.  For the price, $47.00, one would expect a thoroughly edited book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i disliked the section by his friend Tanya J., immensely.  i thought it gave a very cheap turn on the book and it wasn't needed at all. She did say one thing that i found noteworthy, don't be afraid to be a slut for your man!  It really is what he wants. No matter what anyone has ever told you, don't believe it, he wants a slut in the bedroom.  Jack builds up enough trust from his reader at the point where they enter her section that he could have easily (and should have) added this himself.  It would have been much more credible and more respectable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having read the bulk of my review, one might think that i really didn't care for the book.  You would be mistaken.  Jack does what he has set out to do!  He gives the ultimate blow job lesson and he makes no excuses for loving a great blow job himself.  i even found a kinship with Jack because he comes off as a bit of a dominant character.  Now seeing that this is the lifestyle i lead it's much easier for me to accept his off handed remarks. Where as others might just see him as being a complete jerk, i know it's very easy for a vanilla to confuse dominance for chauvinism.  It's a very fine line Jack's walking and it was one i was comfortable with. A purely vanilla girl might not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/gasp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5813150522/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2739/5813150522_a3996b6f02_d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i have saved the best part for last!  Jack is so spot on with this he deserves a standing ovation for this from every man on the face of the earth!  To anyone who has ever or will ever give a blow job:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attitude is everything!  If you're not loving it, neither is he.&lt;/span&gt;  /clap  If i learned anything from this book, it's that right there!  There is much to be learned about giving a good blow job but that right there is the place to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done Jack, well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jacksblowjoblessons.com/"&gt;Jack's Blowjob Lessons- How To Give a Great Blowjob   &lt;/a&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jack for the opportunity to review your book, it was my pleasure to give you an unbiased review in exchange for a copy of your manuscript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-5782147705830367544?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5782147705830367544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=5782147705830367544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5782147705830367544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5782147705830367544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2012/01/jacks-blowjob-lessons.html' title='Jack&apos;s Blowjob Lessons'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-665127492895363745</id><published>2012-01-07T13:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T13:46:55.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Soon, A Cage!</title><content type='html'>Do you ever just sit looking at the screen knowing that you're supposed to write or even want to write, you even have things to say, but just can't think of how to say them?  Yeah that's me today.  If someone were to ask me what i had to say i don't know what i would say or where i would start.  i have stuff, family stuff, things that are so complicated that it would take a diagram, flow chart and power point presentation to spell it all out.  Suffice it to say that if we were free to do so, we would leave this area in the blink of an eye but we're just not.  Master's parents need us too much to even think about going anywhere.  Okay, onward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas Master got the tools He's needed for a long time to build a cage.  We've talked for years about where we would put such an object.  He wants me to be able to spend several hours or even sleep in this cage so it would be at least as tall as me.  If we can figure it out, we would like to put it in the bedroom but really, how do you camouflage something this large?  We have a good size bedroom and it's not like we have parades of people in and out of our bedroom but we do, occasionally have someone in our room for one reason or another.  i'm not sure that just tossing a blanket over it, is the answer.  Sure we could get super fancy and build a cabinet to put it in or over it but we already have a bed in our bedroom that weighs nearly 1/2 a ton, the less weight in there the better! haha =)  So here we are, back to square one, we might just have to take our chances that someday someone accidentally sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the twisted part of it all.  i encouraged Him to get the tools and even bought one of them for Him for Christmas, to make the cage.  He's been talking about making a cage for ages, we've had the pipe for the cage bars for years, literally.  He just didn't have all the right tools.  Now He has the tools and i find myself asking myself the obvious question, why would i want Him to have all this stuff to build a cage for me?  i get the obvious answer, because He wants it and i want Him to have what He wants, no matter what.  i will also admit this is one part of bondage that i love.  The box that He puts me in, is dark, locked, i can't hear a thing and i'm almost always bound as well.  The cage won't be dark but it will be tight and completely confining.  It all messes with your mind if you really think about it, doesn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sure when Master is ready to get to work He'll have me help Him build the cage.  i worked on the box with Him as well.  i like the fact that He'll build it, knowing that it will be well built, sturdy and safe for me.  Of course my first time locked inside will be much more frightening than i could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're all enjoying your weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-665127492895363745?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/665127492895363745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=665127492895363745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/665127492895363745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/665127492895363745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-soon-cage.html' title='And Soon, A Cage!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-3109885123155051498</id><published>2012-01-03T13:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:08:02.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>His Attention To Detail</title><content type='html'>The last few days i have had something wrong with my stomach.  So much so that wearing a foundation garment started being uncomfortable.  At the end of the first night i mentioned to Master that the pressure on my midsection might be relieved if i were to put on something else.  He said it would be fine, if i wanted to take off my underthings.  Oddly, i didn't "want" to take them off at all, i needed to but i didn't want to.  i'm much happier especially when we're out in public but even when we're at home lying in bed when i know i'm dressed how He loves me to be dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master got me a new slip for Christmas that i love, it's a full length slip that doesn't have the traditional shoulder straps.  They are not adjustable and it fits like a glove, it's soft, silky and i almost hate to take it off to launder it.  It's hand made from Amish ladies and the tags on the inseam are handwritten.  Master pays such close attention to detail to my wardrobe, improving everything in it, trying to make me as comfortable as physically possible that has made pleasing Him so much more important to me.  It's impossible to count how many times He called me into the den over the weeks leading up to the holidays to measure me in different areas "just one more time". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He poured over the stocking site until they had the colors that we like in stock as they were out of almost every conceivable color in all the good brands.  i was shocked when i was given such a variety of colors for Christmas because i knew the site was out of choices.  He waited and checked back constantly until He got what He knew i needed and wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When He says to me that i can get undressed if i want to, how could i possibly say that i "want to"?  i WANT to wear all the pretty things that He buys me and all the pretty things that feel so lovely to wear.  Sometimes the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master told me last night that if this stomach pain doesn't subside soon i'll be going to see about it.  i'm quite reluctant and i'm not sure why, only that i don't want to go in and have them tell me it's nothing and that i've wasted their time.  i feel so silly doing that!  i can only imagine it will go away on it's own with bland foods and rest.  In the mean time it's not a bad weight loss plan! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm blessed.  He thinks about me, all the time and i Him.  We bicker sometimes over stupid stuff and i don't know when to shut my mouth because i'm still learning i guess we're both learning really.  He continues to try to make me happy and i try to find ways to make Him happy.  i am so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-3109885123155051498?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3109885123155051498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=3109885123155051498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3109885123155051498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3109885123155051498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2012/01/his-attention-to-detail.html' title='His Attention To Detail'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-4973640996623533042</id><published>2011-12-31T13:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:17:22.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution Or Not?</title><content type='html'>Hopefully, we're in for the next couple of days, that's the plan at least.  We worked last night and went to the store for a few things for tonight and tomorrow.  Master's parents were going to come over tonight until we forgot that Master's dad was going to work tonight.  He always works on Saturday nights, we just didn't think about him working, being sort of a holiday and all.  Anyway, we'll just get together with them tomorrow, not a big thing.  Master and i usually go somewhere and play games every New Years Eve.  This year we're staying home and doing our own thing.  i don't like being out driving after everyone's been drinking and it's just so much safer being home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early this morning with this constant fairly nasty stomach pain, i only have a few short hours to get rid of it so i can enjoy some fun snacks and maybe a very rare cocktail with Master tonight!  So far everything i've tried doesn't seem to be working so i might just have to ignore it so we can have a good night!  i'll deal with it tomorrow! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading how some people plan for the year to come or make lots of goals and resolutions i'm not all that great with strict planning.  Master and i are pretty good with ticking off lists of things to do but not in any time line.  We focus on things that need to get done around the house and we know if one thing must take precedence over another.  i don't need to write down that i want to get in shape and eat right, that's common sense.  i might need to write down that i would like to remember to weigh myself every Monday morning though until it became a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best planning and goal setting for me comes from Master i am terrible at self goals.  If He were to say you're going to have supper ready every night by 7pm.  To me then, that's a rule set in place and i'll make it happen if we're home and i'm able.  That's not a goal, that's a rule.  Goals don't really work for me so much it's either there, or it's not.  Unless it's a weight loss goal, then of course it's a goal set. If Master told me i had to lose weight, that would be very hard, but i think in my mind i believe i would have to do it.  It's not something i've considered before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just never believed in New Years Resolutions, that whole "I'm going to quit drinking" or "I'll stop eating chocolate"... blah blah.  People think a new year is a great way to get a fresh start on things and that might be a good way to look at it.  i just don't want to lie to myself and make these huge unrealistic goals!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and be safe tonight, whatever you do!  Have a very happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-4973640996623533042?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4973640996623533042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=4973640996623533042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4973640996623533042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4973640996623533042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year-resolution-or-not.html' title='New Year Resolution Or Not?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-5703071713376143864</id><published>2011-12-27T14:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:29:23.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas</title><content type='html'>Master and i has such a busy Christmas eve and Christmas day that we decided to wait for our presents until yesterday.  We wanted to take our time and i always like to make the days last anyway.  So after we got up and got cleaned up for the day, Master said that He wanted me dressed in my underthings only.  Every year He has me in something different, this was going to be my "dress" for opening gifts this year.  There is almost always some sort of add-ons if you will once i'm dressed.  This year there were many!  Once i was all made up and ready Master added His own accessories to my outfit.  First a different collar, the metal one with the silicone, leather wrist cuffs, He hobbled my ankles with chain and then another pair of cuffs on my wrists, metal ones with a length of chain holding them together for a bit of mobility to allow me to open gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're ready to open gifts!  Places everyone! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we do it the same way pretty much every year.  Because Master goes a bit over-board every year with gifts, we don't wrap much.  We wrap one gift and open that on Christmas eve, the other gifts are mostly in our stocking or from Santa.  Santa just puts everything on the chairs or the couch and covers it up with a big blanket.  We also save our gift giving throughout the year for the this one day, not much for birthdays and other days, because this is the one day that we really enjoy giving gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we take turns a couple at a time for me and then a couple for Master and we take pictures of it all.  Yesterday Master had the camera running as well.  The animals get stockings too, little treat snacks and such.  It's hilarious how they know they are getting presents.  As soon as it's present time and they see us sitting by the stockings or hear a present opening, even the kitty comes right out!  The best thing about Santa is that he's on the look out for bargains all year!  He bought me a dress off the rack for $6 at the end of the summer and saved it for Christmas!  He's a smart shopper that one.  i got many gifts like that, many that i had forgotten about even Master got something He'd forgotten about! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely Christmas at Master's parents house and the most fun just here at home alone.  After we were finished with our gifts i had prepared an Egg Strata to put in the oven the night before so we tossed that in and started putting things away.  Master had gotten me a lovely red dress and i asked if i could try that on once all the gifts were open, i had been in my underthings all day and with the exception of a new long slip He'd allowed me to try on, i was quite chilly! haha. He said that i could try the dress on so once i had the dress on, Master said i could keep that on and wear it for the remainder of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got ready for movie night!  We were SO excited because we were going to watch the long awaited DolpinTale!  It did NOT disappoint us either.  Master said that He couldn't give it 5 stars but i would have, had i rated it, for sure!  i just thought it was amazing.  To this day you can go see "Winter", the dolphin &lt;a href="http://seewinter.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;  any time.  It's a live feed.  It's a really small pool so she doesn't swim a lot, i think that must be by design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for me today.  i hope everyone had a wonderful, safe Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-5703071713376143864?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5703071713376143864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=5703071713376143864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5703071713376143864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5703071713376143864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-christmas.html' title='Our Christmas'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-883262031805057499</id><published>2011-12-24T13:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T14:05:49.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Merry Chrismas!</title><content type='html'>Master and i are getting ready to leave to go to His Aunts house for a Christmas Eve dinner that she has every year.  i love this night!  We go looking at Christmas lights after we leave there and it's always a good time!  Tonight when we get home we'll share one gift and it's usually a very late night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have cooking to do for tomorrow for Master's Mom and Dad's house that i didn't get done today but we'll get it done, if i have to stay up until 4am, HA! i'll get it done one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have much time but i wanted to say Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all my blogger friends out there and everyone who stops by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD and His treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-883262031805057499?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/883262031805057499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=883262031805057499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/883262031805057499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/883262031805057499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/12/very-merry-chrismas.html' title='A Very Merry Chrismas!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-3650466799148017607</id><published>2011-12-23T14:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:20:47.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions</title><content type='html'>i was just talking to my brother and thinking about all of our family traditions.  my Mom made pretty much the same foods every Christmas eve and then we all opened presents.  She didn't even make us wait until the dishes were done to open presents, not that i remember, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were little we were ushered upstairs to the living room and my Grandma read The Night Before Christmas while Santa visited in the basement.  Santa had a very jolly laugh, much like my Grandpa, who was also very large and jolly himself.  Huh, strange. =)  When the story was over my Grandma told that it was time for gifts.  i only remember this happening one year, i'll assume it was more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In later years when there were grandchildren, my Grandma (their Great-Grandma) would take them to the living room and read The Night Before Christmas from the very same book, from my childhood, while Santa visited.  my Grandma was the best story teller i've ever known.  When the coast was clear, Santa's jingle bells would ring and Grandma would tell the kids that it was time.  Although the kids were anxious for their gifts, Grandma was captivating and no one was ever in a hurry to leave her side when she was reading.  Often times it wasn't just the kids who would go listen to Grandma read, the adults would go listen as well.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way someone, i'm not sure who, decided that the opening of gifts was just going too quickly, it may have even been me.  So we started going one gift at a time, oldest to youngest, youngest to oldest, it didn't matter.  Yes, it took a while but we all got to see who got what and from whom and we didn't fly through the gifts like it was a race.  It also gave us time to appreciate the day and the gifts more.  People spend so much time shopping, choosing the right gift, that it's all over in 10 minutes.  Why not take a while to enjoy it all?  So we did and we still do to this day, with Master's family as well.  We love it and now we all get to see what we all got.  It also gave my brother a chance, every single year to cheat.  He unwrapped every present out of turn, swore he didn't then would try to wrap it back up before anyone would notice.  We have several pictures of him doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and i have made many new traditions that i love also, we open one present on Christmas Eve and save the rest for Christmas morning.  Every year we watch Emmet Otters Jug Band Christmas which is amazing!!!  So there's no way i could pick a favorite holiday tradition.  i would love to hear your favorites or just something that you do that you particularly love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, joy and love to you and yours this Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-3650466799148017607?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3650466799148017607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=3650466799148017607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3650466799148017607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3650466799148017607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/12/traditions.html' title='Traditions'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-2909679495985852988</id><published>2011-12-18T11:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T11:55:57.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-dressed</title><content type='html'>Master's brother is in town and we were thinking about going to church this morning but last night Master told me that He wanted me to wear a dress.  In the past few months we've bought a few dresses, all of them sleeveless though and summer dresses.  The dresses that i have aren't the kind that He likes.  They aren't the kind of dresses that can be belted.  The progress of finding affordable dresses is just slow when buying off the rack and Goodwill's selection is poor at best.  i haven't tried Goodwill very often though and that's something that you have to do when you're really looking for something specific, you have to go a lot.   So last night when we were talking about going to church Master said that He would want me to wear a dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeek!  my heart leaped out of my chest because when He says He wants something like that, that  i *know* i can't deliver, i know it's not going to go well.  There just aren't any dresses here that are what He likes, something that fits and can be belted.  Not only that, i was totally unprepared.  Almost anything i chose would need to have been washed these dresses were hanging in closest for years and it was 11pm before He mentioned it.  Honestly, i was doomed before the words came out of His mouth.  i tried on many dresses last night, some i didn't even know we had and nothing worked.  Again, anything would have had to have been washed and by then it was almost midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master told me that He's wanted me to start wearing dresses a long time ago and since then like i mentioned we bought some sleeveless ones off the rack and He gave me one right away.  The rest are put away for Christmas.  i can't wear them anyway, they are for summer.  He was unbelievably angry at me for not being more prepared, for not trying harder and there was nothing i could say or do.  He said that i should have been shopping at Goodwill more or on Ebay more.  The thing is, i didn't know that i was supposed to be wearing a dress to church until 30 minutes ago nor did i know that i was supposed to have dresses on hand to wear at a moments notice.  Now, i do.  Master likes the element of surprise, He thinks it keeps me on my toes for some things and He's right.  It helps me not to over think or freak out about things.  For this though, it completely set me up to totally fail and because of it, because He said we were going to church only if i was wearing a dress, we missed church.  One big fat fail for me i went to bed feeling terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**i am sorry Master, sometimes i'm just too thick, i've always said i need it all written out in black and white.  i should have been more prepared and i should have had some acceptable dresses already, it's been far too long.  i'll make it a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your,&lt;br /&gt;pt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-2909679495985852988?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2909679495985852988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=2909679495985852988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2909679495985852988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2909679495985852988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/12/un-dressed.html' title='Un-dressed'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-7997694251041485994</id><published>2011-12-16T11:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T12:08:52.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was like a marathon Christmas day around here.  i'd say we did pretty well, actually it started the night before last with Master staying up all night long recording all our Christmas purchases.  We (like a lot of people) keep close track of our spending but for us it's more so to keep good records of what we've bought people from year to year and to be fair that we spend about the same amount on each person.  So Master goes about this seemingly insurmountable task each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Master was getting a little rest i was worked on my Christmas cards (no they're not done yet!) and although i didn't finish them, i did get a very good portion of them done.  This is going to be a very busy weekend so we really needed to get all this stuff done, and we had yesterday to do it.  The plan was write out Christmas cards, make a double batch of Oreo balls, make dinner,watch Christmas shows while we wrap all of our presents, pass out.  In that order, precisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Oreo balls are supposed to take 2 hours for one batch.  It took me an hour to get them chopped up.  i think it's because we just have an older model blender.  Last year when i made them i used a rolling pin and a zip lock baggie.  Neither option works well.  Next year if we make them again, i am going to try zip lock baggie and running them over with the car.  That's really the only viable option to retain sanity.  So instead of the expected 2.5 hours because i was making a dbl batch, i took well over 3 hours and that's with Master's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i'm cleaning Master's Mom's house because of all day's yesterday she had her surgery for her fistula put in for her dialysis.  This weekend Master's brother and 6 of his 8 kids will be staying at their house and she's going to be somewhat incapacitated.  She has a 5# weight lifting restriction on her arm so she can't cook at all and she's not supposed to use it much for the first couple of days.  It's really sensitive for a while and she has to be very careful with it.  The timing seriously sucks.  We'll make due i'm sure it's just the worst timing ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their house is so small i woke up in a panic the other morning thinking there wasn't going to be anywhere for all those people to sleep.  They had tubs of Christmas decorations everywhere that she kept saying she "wasn't done with yet" and all i could picture were kids propped against the wall with pillows and blankets.  One kid in the shower sleeping and another one sleeping on the stairs... The house is cleaner now though and when i'm finished today there will be plenty of room.  That's to say it's always clean, it's just more picked up.  Master's Mom is very clean she just doesn't mind it when it's messy when she's in the middle of a project! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm off to get busy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-7997694251041485994?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7997694251041485994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=7997694251041485994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7997694251041485994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7997694251041485994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-frenzy.html' title='Christmas Frenzy'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-9117199589399396054</id><published>2011-12-14T15:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:50:37.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressions Crop</title><content type='html'>Master and i had an opportunity Sunday to steal away some time to try out a new crop from Eden Fantasys.  It's called Impressions Crop, made by Sportsheets.  As you'll see in the pictures there is a heart inset in the leather, which given the look of the crop and the name one might think it's meant to leave an imprint on your skin if you're smacked hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6512501215/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6512501215_3afdd6d999_d.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i truly love the look of the crop with the red heart inset in the crop.  i've really not been shy about making my feelings known about where i stand on pain.  Of course that means nothing to Master, if He wants me to endure it, i will! haha!!    He told me to bend over the bed so of course i knew what was coming.  Having chosen something in the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/bondage-and-fetish/"&gt;bondage and fetish line&lt;/a&gt; to review i knew what to expect! That having been said He started off slowly giving me a time to warm up on my legs and back side hitting harder and harder as He went.  By the time He was really striking hard it was hurting but there wasn't the sharp sting that i have felt when He has used His old equestrian riding crop.  i was really expecting this to hurt and leave deep red marks.  i even asked Master part way if there were any obvious markings and He said that there really weren't.  i was surprised as hard as He was swinging  that i wasn't left with any lasting impressions.  As far as pain goes, Master must have set the crop down for a second to snap a quick picture because He gave me a couple of great big unexpected wallops with His own hand and that hurt worse than anything He'd done so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6512501765/in/photostream" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7163/6512501765_a9c52ae9ce_d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my hands were already cuffed with leather cuffs, i had been wearing them all day so Master made good use of them when He had me bent over the bed.  He attached the cuffs behind my back with a double ended snap hook and continued to swat a bit more.  He told me to stand, turn around and sit on the bed. Master helped me get settled on the bed and started using the crop all over me.  i was looking away because i was so scared He would hit right near the nipple ring and send me straight through the roof!  Now even though Master's not particularly masochistic whenever we're playing like this, if He hurts me, i screech.  If i holler like a baby, He obviously likes it! He took it one more step and told me to lie back and spread my legs where He started slapping all over between my legs.  i was even more worried then because of all the sensitive bits and the piercing down there too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6512502135/in/photostream" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7160/6512502135_def8e17fc6_d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This particular &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/"&gt;sex toy&lt;/a&gt; is really well made.  The Impressions Crop handle is quite sturdy yet the slapper itself is a smooth flexible leather.  The surface area on the Impressions Crop is quite large 2" x 2 1/2" to be exact and the leather covered handle is just under 7", not counting the wrist strap.  The cane portion of the crop is quite short however, just over 4.5", so if you're looking to get a quick smack in while you're delivering that well deserved spanking, this isn't quite the two -in-one tool!  If i were disappointed in any area it would be that the Impressions Crop didn't leave a heart impression even after some pretty hard smacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thrilled to know that i would be able to handle a spanking with a crop without really falling apart.  It definitely delivers some sting but it's not totally intolerable!  This would be terrific for someone just like me who isn't great with pain but deserves a good spanking once in a while! Once Master was satisfied that the crop and i had a good work out He must have decided that i was a good girl and deserved a treat for my good behavior.  He told me to get back up and bend back over the bed.  This time i heard His zipper and every slave girl knows what that means!  We had a great time with this review and it had a perfect ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Eden Fantasys, who sent us the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/impressions-crop/adult-toys-dvds-25789"&gt;Impressions Crop by Sportsheets&lt;/a&gt; free of charge, in exchange for an unbiased review. This review is in compliance with the FTC guidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-9117199589399396054?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/9117199589399396054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=9117199589399396054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/9117199589399396054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/9117199589399396054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/12/impressions-crop.html' title='Impressions Crop'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-2034967712943226336</id><published>2011-12-11T14:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T14:24:16.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have the e-mail alerts feature on your blog? i'm horrible with the RSS feed stuff...if not i'll see if Sir can set up the RSS.  Thanks, nice blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yes! Now we do!! haha As of about 3 seconds ago, Master added a &amp;quot;follow by email&amp;quot; feature.  Thanks so much for asking!! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/MDstreasure?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-2034967712943226336?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2034967712943226336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=2034967712943226336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2034967712943226336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2034967712943226336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-you-have-e-mail-alerts-feature-on.html' title='Do you have the e-mail alerts feature on your blog? i&amp;#39;m horrible with the RSS feed stuff...if not i&amp;#39;ll see if Sir can set up the RSS.  Thanks, nice blog!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-8428469107471741177</id><published>2011-12-11T13:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T14:07:35.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Bells!</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-8428469107471741177?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8428469107471741177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=8428469107471741177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8428469107471741177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8428469107471741177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/12/jingle-bells.html' title='Jingle Bells!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-6965550056028497210</id><published>2011-12-08T12:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:00:18.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Devotion</title><content type='html'>Master and i had our big shopping day yesterday.  As we almost always do, we started out late but we ended going almost everywhere we wanted to go.  Stores are open so late for Christmas that we were still able to make some progress.  We even had time for our annual cookie at the mall!  That's one of our very favorite things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pretty much head to the same stores each year and one of those stores is Gordmans.  i have no idea if that's a national chain or not, but there are a few in Iowa.  It's a little bit like TjMAXX or Marshalls.  Anyway, we were looking through the framed art and i saw one that really struck me, i took a photo of it with my phone but apparently i didn't save it, i'm not all that terrific with my phone!  It went something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;DEVOTION:&lt;br /&gt;Give everything, expect nothing&lt;br /&gt;you'll receive everything in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's quite close to how it was written on the plaque.  As i was looking it up on line to see if i could find an original author (i really wasn't very terribly successful at that either!) i noticed that it's quite a popular saying.  The concept is one that struck me however, given my "occupation" if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top word on that plaque could have easily been "slavery", couldn't it?  Many words fit there, love, loyalty, devotion, submission, to me of course, i thought of slavery right away.  So how clear is it that we get so much more in return than we give?  Just in my daily routine of cooking or taking care of things around the house.  The satisfaction that i get knowing that i am pleasing Him is a huge reward, of course that's not it alone.  When supper is made and we sit down at the end of a day for TV and we're both super comfortable.  Whether it was a day where all i had to do were my household chores or a particularly difficult day, the efforts of my day just seem to melt away.  Because this right here is what it's all about,  my devotion to Him and getting much more than i give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to hear your feelings and opinions on this.  Could this be a slaves mantra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-6965550056028497210?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6965550056028497210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=6965550056028497210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6965550056028497210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6965550056028497210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/12/devotion.html' title='Devotion'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-3653210253962032894</id><published>2011-12-03T13:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T13:34:30.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost The Worst Bath i've Ever Had</title><content type='html'>So last night Master and i went to that Christmas Stroll, like i mentioned and it was chilly.  Before that we worked and because the church was very messy from all the decorating it took a long time to clean.  i asked Master if i could take a bath when we got home, not super unusual for me lately.  He said i could.  i got my water going and got in, the water was only a few inches deep when Master came into the room.  He hardly ever comes in when i'm in the tub, i think He relishes the peace and quiet when i'm otherwise occupied to be honest! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "close your eyes".  my first thought, "this is going to be horrible, whatever it is".  i did as i was told and closed my eyes, but i was right it was horrible.  i laid perfectly still for the first few moments as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ICE. COLD. WATER&lt;/span&gt;. was poured all over me.  Then, He left.  i said, "is it alright for me to open my eyes now?" He was already in the other room and shouted "Oh! Yes you may".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat there for a few minutes telling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one &lt;/span&gt;that this was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolute worst bath&lt;/span&gt; i've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;had in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life &lt;/span&gt;and i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; all warm and toasty and now it's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ruined&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i could only assume that He was listening to everything i was saying and chuckling to Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After just a little while He came back in and said that sometimes a Master just has to be sadistic and He was away again.  For some reason that made it all better.  He even pulled the door nearly closed so it would get warm for me, that's something He never does. Once He was gone i let the bath water rise nice and high, let the water get super hot and all was well with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i was finished i went to Him and asked Him what i should wear as it was almost 11pm.  Sometimes He might have me get completely redressed depending on how late we're going to be up.  We stay up late watching TV and i don't get ready for be until it's bedtime.  Last night though He said "wear a belt". HAHA!  So, i did.  He fell asleep early and i didn't want to wake Him to ask Him if i should keep it on for sleeping, so i slept in my belt.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't normally go into such detail about our nights, but with the exception of the ice cold water added to my bath.  That's not all that atypical from one of our evenings, come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-3653210253962032894?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3653210253962032894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=3653210253962032894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3653210253962032894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3653210253962032894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/12/almost-worst-bath-ive-ever-had.html' title='Almost The Worst Bath i&apos;ve Ever Had'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-8111142263269181988</id><published>2011-12-02T15:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T15:29:44.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the Christmas Stroll downtown.  Master and i are leaving in a few minutes to go to work and we're planning on going this year.  We try to go every year and just walk around and eat cookies.  It used to be really fun when there were lots of stores and more cookies than anyone could ever imagine.  In the years past though it's sort of become a little less exciting with the stores closing.  i'm hoping for a better year this year though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Master ran in to pay a bill and told me to watch the parking meter.  i thought the time had run out and He was only going to be in the building for a second.  He told me NOT to feed the meter, but to watch for the reader girl.  i was panicked, i hate to be put in positions like that.  i was looking all over for someone in a uniform when all of a sudden right behind us, there was a girl in a navy blue coat writing a ticket on the vehicle behind us.  i hopped out of our car to stick a nickle in the meter.  Turned out there was still 8 minutes on the meter and when i hopped out the girl gave me a nasty look.  She knew i wasn't going to feed that meter unless i saw her coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master got back in the car and said, "did you beat her?" cause of course He saw her standing there.  i was really upset and i said to Him "Never again!" as soon as i said it i knew it was a terrible thing to say.  He actually didn't react very strongly, He just said that i wouldn't ever tell Him "never again" i wouldn't decide anything of the kind.  If He tells me to sit in the car in exactly that situation again and i'm sure He will, i'll have to do it.  No matter how much i hate it or no matter how much i don't understand it.  To Him it's (of course) the principle, it's not the nickle it costs.  Anyway, i felt much worse about it than He made me feel and i still feel badly.  i never should have tried to tell Him what i will or won't do so emphatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write this in the "try harder next time" book, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-8111142263269181988?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8111142263269181988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=8111142263269181988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8111142263269181988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8111142263269181988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/12/ugh.html' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-9104432041159040775</id><published>2011-11-26T17:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T18:40:12.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Dependent?</title><content type='html'>Master and i decided to brave the shoppers yesterday.  We didn't get an early start because we told His Mom that we'd wait for her to be ready and we'd take her along.  Surprisingly both Master's parents went with us for the day and His Mom did really well, she only used a wheel chair for one store.  While it was a long day, it was a pretty good day.  If anyone lost their patience or got tired, it was me.  i could tell that i wasn't behaving well at least i really felt edgy toward the end of the night.  It wasn't because of the crowds, i have patience for that, it's always because of communication.  i think too much for myself instead of just asking what we'll be doing or where we're going, i 'think' or try to anticipate the next move.  While yesterday wasn't as bad in times past, thinking too much or trying to anticipate can get me into a lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i was doing some of my own Christmas shopping as well.  It's really the only time of year that i handle money on my own.  Of course when i was single i took care of my entire life and did just fine but i am out of practice.  That's really not the only thing that's difficult though, i am more easily confused now and when i am hurting, like i was terribly yesterday, i am much more easily mixed up and thrown for a loop.  Something as simple as a single item purchase is enough to send me into a tail spin.  Sound very stupid?  Think of how many steps there are in a purchase, now think of it when there are literally hundreds (like there were yesterday) of people in line behind you.  We were at best buy and there was a guy directing traffic at the registers.  i should NOT have been making a purchase yesterday.  i did it, i lived and i made my purchase.  i also had Master there to tell me how much my purchase was going to be, to the penny, about 10 minutes before we got to the register.  So i had tons of time to get my money ready and hand the guy the cashier the money and move along, with no fuss.  Unfortunately, Master had to be there with me, while i bought His present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love being completely dependent on Him, knowing that i need Him more than anything in this life.  Other times i feel like a complete burden.  i know i can do things when i'm not hurting terribly but yesterday i felt really bad.  No one was the wiser, it's not like anyone knew i needed help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there ever a point where we become too dependent?  Or would you say this is like any relationship or marriage.  Where you hold each other up when the other one needs it once in a while?  It's not like this is an every day occurrence although it has happened more than once and  i am able to function on my own and shop when i am feeling well.  i can and do pay a couple bills and make business phone calls or deal with professional situations when Master instructs me to do so.  But when i do have to completely rely on Him, that's it, it's all or nothing with me and i struggle with that at times.  i am dependent on Him in our daily life, for sure and that's comfortable for us.  It's just when i lose everything for a time, that's when the guilt seems to set in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just something i've thought of over the years and i know that Master would say i could never be too dependent but it's always been something i've wondered about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-9104432041159040775?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/9104432041159040775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=9104432041159040775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/9104432041159040775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/9104432041159040775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/11/too-dependent.html' title='Too Dependent?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-5403069791200065377</id><published>2011-11-21T17:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:15:17.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i am third</title><content type='html'>i mentioned in my post over the weekend that we were meeting a couple for dinner.  While we talked for literally four hours and if i'm not mistaken, closed the restaurant down, i took one main thing away from our evening.  i would like to try to share that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left there asking myself, "Am i selfless enough to call myself a slave?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i?  Really?  How much time in the day do i spend on me?  my thoughts, my actions, my dreams, my ideals, my hopes, my work, my focus, where is it?  Honestly how would i ever really know unless i kept track and then it would be foiled by the act of keeping track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to truly know if you're selfless enough is to open your heart and soul and ask yourself.  Take a good long look at who you are and another way, if you keep a blog is read back through your blog.  How much time do we spend talking about us and what we want vs. our Master's and everyone else.  Honestly, i haven't done that, i'm afraid to.  i'm afraid to know how much time i've spent complaining about my headaches or not feeling well.  i'm scared to know just how often i've said, "i don't wanna do.... blah blah blah".  Yes it's my blog it should be about me, it should be about the real me, my honest feelings, i just want my honest feelings to be less about me and more about others.  It's a goal. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where do i start to fix it?  i'm not going to lament on where i've been or whoa is me, i'm a terrible slave i'm so selfish, i'm not going to go back and read my blog posts.  What i AM going to do is start fresh.  i know that my focus should be on everyone else if i truly have a servants heart.  Him, everyone else, then me.  "i am third".  Where my God fits in there is between He and i, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to fail a lot i guess the important thing here is, i want to try hard to focus more on Him, everyone else, then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-5403069791200065377?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5403069791200065377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=5403069791200065377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5403069791200065377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5403069791200065377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-third.html' title='i am third'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-7589555482171201678</id><published>2011-11-20T13:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T13:50:44.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Would Like To Know!</title><content type='html'>Just recently Master came across a couple of blogs that link here that we were unaware of and we want we return the favor if we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you link to me and you don't see a reciprocating link on this blog, please let us know!  Feel free to email me at&lt;a href="precioustreasure_md@yahoo.com%20%3Cprecioustreasure_md@yahoo.com%3E"&gt; precioustreasure_md@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; or just comment on this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and i look forward to hearing from you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-7589555482171201678?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7589555482171201678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=7589555482171201678' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7589555482171201678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7589555482171201678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-would-like-to-know.html' title='We Would Like To Know!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-4687510199648791502</id><published>2011-11-19T14:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T14:49:50.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Overflowing!</title><content type='html'>This week has been a long week, it seems.  i cleaned Master's Mom and Dad's house and wow it really needed it.  Since Master's Mom has been home from the nursing home she really can't get around very well so it just gets messy.  Even when her foot was broken she still straightened things up but now that she's using a walker or cane she doesn't get up and about at all.  i think she 'could' but she's not.  His Dad does whatever she tells him to do and that means she's just having everyone do everything for her.  If she needs things i'm not the first one to offer to get it for her, i'll wait and see if she'll get up and get it or ask.  She needs the exercise for strengthening and can certainly do it when she's not too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now there's been no resolution with Master's family so at this point we're not having a Thanksgiving Dinner.  Master's sister hasn't said a word about it to His Mom and it would seem that she's okay with not getting together.  i however don't understand it really.  It's different for me, i have the experience of knowing what it's like to not have parents and not to have family around and i'm not saying they aren't thankful.  What i am saying is that you don't know what you've got until it's gone, you cannot know the experience of the loss and wanting until you don't have it.  What i wouldn't give to have a holiday with my entire family, escapes me.  i'll just say that.  i hope for His Mom's sake that something can be worked out but she is also being stubborn here as well.  She says that if everyone isn't getting together, she's not doing anything.  Hmm OK then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to happier things.  Tonight Master and i are going out to dinner with some folks from the local munch group.  This has been in the works for months now, we met through collarme.com and we've been meaning to get together for a long time.  We've only just now gotten our act together to meet up.  Neither Master nor i are super great in large crowds so 1-1 meetings are way better for us.  Should be a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have too many clothes.  So i know a lot of women have a lot of clothes and maybe i don't have more than most, but it seems to me that i have a lot.  Master hung an 11 foot clothing rod in the basement that we're sort of sharing, i would say right now 2/3 is mine.  Then the entire walk in  closet is mine with the exception of Master's 2 1/2 foot section, maybe.  In the spare bedroom we have another nice closet, that isn't full but one section is entirely full and one only has a few pieces.  my dresser only has two drawers that are full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will put all that into perspective though.  That is AFTER we sent three boxes to Goodwill and threw away several trash bags of clothes and emptied a dresser and 1/2.  There is another huge mound of clothing in the hall way to send to Goodwill yet.  Many of those clothes came from Goodwill, now they are going right back there! =)  There are also two more large boxes of clothing to go through in the basement, i forgot about those, oy vey.  i have too many clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to get more use out of the clothes that i do have, Master put up that rod in the basement so everything can actually be seen and spread out.  Otherwise things are squished together and of no use to me.  i was happy to give things away that i can't use and even more happy to have the space.  i can't wait until we do the same with the shoes!  He's going to build another shoe rack so the better part of the shoes will have their own home as well!  i get into a rut with shoes wearing the same ones over and over because i hate searching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of being a lady for Master is pleasing Him in what i wear each day.  He really gets tired of repetition and i'm totally guilty of that.  i wear the same shoes (that's the big one) or similar skirt because they are jammed into a small space.  Which is crazy because i have a nice size closet.  Once this project is complete i will have no excuse, it will all be on me.  Yikes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking clothing i need to choose an outfit for this evening, i better scoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-4687510199648791502?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4687510199648791502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=4687510199648791502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4687510199648791502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4687510199648791502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/11/overflowing.html' title='Overflowing!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-5533506510718092425</id><published>2011-11-15T15:03:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T20:15:20.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VBA!</title><content type='html'>i just got my email for the day and my very first reaction was, hrmm... is this a virus, but i look before i leap!  So i asked Master then looked it up!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtual Blogger Award!  Now THAT sounds fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much to &lt;a href="http://miredsylph.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pepper&lt;/a&gt; for passing this award along to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here are the rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank the award-giver and link back to them in your post.  Done and done! But just for good measure, thank you &lt;a href="http://miredsylph.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pepper&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Share 7 things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pass this award along to 15 blogs you enjoy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Contact your chosen bloggers to let them know about the award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'll start at the beginning.  Seven things about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i'm short, but i wish i were shorter!  i've always wanted to be under 5' tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i like pink!  i mean a lot.  For more than a couple years i wore primarily pink clothing and even to this day usually without even trying i have something pink on nearly every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i love to have dessert, but i don't need much.  It can be something as little as an Andes Mint, i just need something to finish off dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The smell of a hot iron and the steam is comforting and soothing to me, therefore i love to iron.  i could stand at the ironing board for hours and just zone out and be completely content in my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i have well over 150 pairs of heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i don't remember the last time i wore a pair of pants, i believe it's been a few years but i'm not sure when or what the occasion was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) This blog has been an incredible gift to me, the people that i've come to know through their blogs and personally are a joy that i am very grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have to choose only 15 blogs that i enjoy reading!  Ugh! Okay here are only 15 and in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.fire-runner.com/"&gt;Yes Master&lt;/a&gt;  - i have been reading Starla for years and years, she's one of the very first journals i ever read.  Sadly, i don't believe her journal is available to the public anymore but i had to list her, just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://lunakm.me/"&gt;BDSM is love&lt;/a&gt; - luna is perhaps the only blogger Master and i have ever actually met in person.  She and her Master live quite close to us.  luna is well respected in the blogging community and the respect is well earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://ownedcollaredloved.blogspot.com/"&gt;Owned, Collered, Loved&lt;/a&gt; - Bre is fast becoming one of my very favorite young subbie bloggers!  i know, i know i said i wouldn't play favorites, but she has won my heart as she is so honest about her struggles and so happy with each victory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.the-sub-mission.com/category/blog/"&gt;The Sub-Mission&lt;/a&gt; -  "Mew" as i love to call her, is super sexy, super cute and awesome!  We have lots in common with her and her Master and i wish we lived closer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://pawprintsinslavery.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kittens Paw Prints in Slavery&lt;/a&gt; - i am totally enthralled with this blogger and addicted to her writing!  She writes so it feels like you can actually "hear" her talking as you read her blog.  When she's tired you can hear it and when she's happy, you can hear that too.  Love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://thisgirl.wordpress.com/posts/"&gt;This girl's weblog&lt;/a&gt; -  There's really so much to say but if you've never been to this blog, go!  They are dynamic, exciting and all things BDSM!  i stumbled upon this blog with Master's help a couple of years ago and it's really not to be missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://sakeofsanity.com/"&gt;Sake of Sanity&lt;/a&gt; - i have been reading this journal what seems like forever.  i have followed her through some good times and some tough times. No matter what's going on in her life you can always count on her working really hard at being the best mom she knows how to be and that's always evident in her posts.  She's also been consistent in her desire to become a good sub to the right person as well but she makes it clear that her kids are her priority.&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;a href="http://imnaida.blogspot.com/?zx=5bce5b22679d5aae"&gt;Naida's Submissive Journey&lt;/a&gt; - i have loved reading Naida's journal for a while now.  She's funny and just like the rest of us, human.  i especially enjoy how very honest she is with us, her readers, she really holds nothing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://findingmysubmission.blogspot.com/"&gt;Finding my submission&lt;/a&gt; - This is an incredibly titillating blog!  It should tell you something that she was on the Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2011!  The list just came out today and she was on it!  (more on that later!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://curiositysavedthiskitty.blogspot.com/?zx=68574358e957dc1"&gt;Curiosity Saved This Kitty&lt;/a&gt; - i haven't been reading this journal all that long, but everything i read and every time i go back i am more and more hooked.    Anastassia is honest and loving when she totally pours out her heart and soul in her journal.  She's really a joy to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;a href="http://hiswyldrose.blogspot.com/?zx=dbdfe1df11938333"&gt;His rose&lt;/a&gt; -  Rose and i actually have a lot in common and that's one of the reasons i love reading her blog.  No matter that she's half my age i learn from her all the time.  It shows no matter how long one has been in this lifestyle, you can easily teach and learn from each other if you're open to it!  Rose is such a treat to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;a href="http://www.lessonslearned.us/"&gt;Lessons Learned&lt;/a&gt; -  The very first journal i ever read.  Lisa has always been what i thought of when i thought of a slave.  Lisa was "it".  Today her journal entries are few and far between and their lifestyle has changed dramatically but Lisa writes, lives and breathes for no one but her Master, Frank.  She cares what no one thinks but her Master and she only writes because he demands it.  That having been said, she is unbelievable and there is none other like her.  She's quirky and exciting and twisted and if you have a few thousand hours you didn't know what to do with, her journal is worth every single second of it.  i have no idea how much of it is still available on the web, but she's been writing for, well, ever.  In the early years she wrote a lot because i believe Frank made her and she had more time, now she spends every waking moment farming and loving it, in their words, it's paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;a href="http://libbysub.blogspot.com/"&gt;a submissive's musings&lt;/a&gt; - libby is a blast to read!  She's candid and upfront about everything she believes in!  She's a slave living with her husband and three kids and her blog is anything but boring!  There are struggles and many triumphs and as a reader you're drawn in like one of the family very quickly.  i love to read this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) &lt;a href="http://mollysdailykiss.com/"&gt;Molly's Daily Kiss&lt;/a&gt; -   This blog has it all! Tons of pictures, writing that makes your toes curl and she's unabashedly sexy! Molly is spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) &lt;a href="http://ahiddenslave.blogspot.com/"&gt;A hidden slave&lt;/a&gt; - Her name really says a lot about her.  She tends to hide her slave-like self behind a tough exterior, or so it might seem.  After reading her for a while, i have come to thoroughly enjoy her posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many blogs out there that i wish i had time to read or that i wish i even knew about!  This is a great way to share some of our very favorites, old and new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again &lt;a href="http://miredsylph.blogspot.com/?zx=3cd03fac074bc9c0"&gt;Pepper&lt;/a&gt; for the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-5533506510718092425?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5533506510718092425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=5533506510718092425' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5533506510718092425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5533506510718092425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/11/vba.html' title='VBA!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-8709790299259672781</id><published>2011-11-15T14:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:18:43.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your latest photo s are interesting. Two bras, no panties, gartered stockings with pierced nipples and labia, You must really raise some eyebrows when you go to the doctor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;i've been dressing like that for a couple years or more.  All but the no panties thing, that is fairly new.  Typically when i go to the doctor it's well thought out.  If i know they are going to need to look at my upper torso, i'll just pull down my foundation garment when they leave the room and remove my bra.  i have come to a point in my life where i am completely comfortable dressing in this manner.  If someone else is uncomfortable with the way i'm dressed, they can ask me about it or be willing to accept me.  The only thing that's ever given me pause were the piercings.  The x-ray techs have always been very understanding and helpful though!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time i needed a chest x-ray and they said they could work around the nipple piercings but they would prefer i take off the eternity collar.  i just stood there and stared at them like a deer in the headlights.  i said that i was so sorry but it locked on and i always left the key at home.  i've never been quite so unprepared for a doctor appointment and i should have know this time, as ill as i was that there would be a chest x-ray, that was really my fault.  The women at the desk couldn't even begin to imagine what i was talking about but after close examination of the collar themselves they accepted my explanation.  Really, why would i lie?  Since that time, Master and i have been much better prepared for things such as this! =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding clothing and undergarments, i am the first to admit that there was a long adjustment period in which i was self conscience.  Even though my underthings were entirely covered up, i knew i was different from everyone else in the area.  We live in a farming community where nearly everyone is more comfortable in blue jeans or sweat pants. It's almost unreasonable to think that a woman would willingly wear the kind of clothing that i wear more over, enjoy it? &amp;lt;gasp&amp;gt;  It wasn't an overnight transformation, it took a while to get here and i'll certainly say that once i started wearing the all in one and stockings, i really found my sea legs!  Very few people find it believable that i am just as comfortable in my clothing as they are in theirs.  i can say for certain that jeans are less comfortable in many cases than skirts, for sure because a skirt, unless it's an ill fitting one, doesn't cut into ones waist, hips and legs.  To each their own, for sure!  i am very glad to be where, who, whose and what i am today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for the question! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/MDstreasure?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-8709790299259672781?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8709790299259672781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=8709790299259672781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8709790299259672781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8709790299259672781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/11/ive-been-dressing-like-that-for-couple.html' title='Your latest photo s are interesting. Two bras, no panties, gartered stockings with pierced nipples and labia, You must really raise some eyebrows when you go to the doctor.'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-4473180295772224022</id><published>2011-11-10T22:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T22:05:47.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL Day! =)</title><content type='html'>i can't believe i missed it again! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Welcome to my blog!! It's almost the end, but today (what's left of it) is LOL or Love our Lurkers Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day when all you wall flowers show your faces just this once and say hi! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you're out there, don't be shy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even still, thank you for reading and thank you for coming back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-4473180295772224022?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4473180295772224022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=4473180295772224022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4473180295772224022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4473180295772224022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/11/lol-day.html' title='LOL Day! =)'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-1242568761288458289</id><published>2011-11-09T03:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T03:35:03.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Poem From The Master</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd post here, the lovely &lt;i&gt;vanilla&lt;/i&gt; birthday poem that I wrote for you elsewhere. It's too beautiful not to be shared with the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 10th birthday we've shared together&lt;br /&gt;This line would be easier if your name was Heather&lt;br /&gt;I could freak people out and talk about leather&lt;br /&gt;Or simply say that we're birds of a feather&lt;br /&gt;You are the other pea in my pod&lt;br /&gt;You are the perfect weird to my odd&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're a bit of a clod&lt;br /&gt;You are always very well shod&lt;br /&gt;You always make sure that no one is cold&lt;br /&gt;You promised to wipe my butt when I'm old&lt;br /&gt;You make sure the shower has minimal mold&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that I always want to hold&lt;br /&gt;You picked me to love and for that I am glad&lt;br /&gt;You strike me quite often and for that I am sad&lt;br /&gt;I'd take you out tonight and make your day rad&lt;br /&gt;If my tooth didn't hurt so fucking bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-1242568761288458289?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1242568761288458289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=1242568761288458289' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1242568761288458289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1242568761288458289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/11/beautiful-poem-from-master.html' title='A Beautiful Poem From The Master'/><author><name>Master Dream {pt}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414752068733172827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GNouD7in6g/TJ1sGAz7elI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_LxCS-Vq43I/S220/CollarmeProfile+-+DSCN4020cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-8863146459688916946</id><published>2011-11-07T13:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:20:31.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and Pieces</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a nice day.  i was actually expecting Master to be in pain and He woke up with almost no pain at all and it remained constant throughout the whole day.  Even though we weren't able to do anything special like go out for dinner with Master's family like we usually do, we had a nice quiet day at home. We spent the day doing some cleaning inside and a little bit of outside work as well.  It was a lovely day outside and we even took a short walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Master was sitting at His computer for a few minutes i decided that i didn't care if we couldn't have a party, i was going to have a cake no matter what!  So i made myself a birthday cake! haha!  Master came into the kitchen when i was pouring it into the pan and asked me what the heck i was doing and i told Him exactly that! i wanted cake for my birthday so i was making one! lolol!  Pathetic huh?  =)  It wasn't even that good, i think the frosting was a little old, even though it doesn't expire until June of 2012! Oh well, at least we had cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Master and i just had our usual night of TV and lounging and i wouldn't have had it any other way.  He was quite tentative all night, just hoping that the pain wouldn't reoccur and although it's sore, there's no actual pain like there was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got a call from Master's Mom, she was in the ER this am, released now but having a little trouble since she's been out of the nursing home.  i have been a little worried about her since she got out of the nursing home.  It's such a huge adjustment and some people have a hard time making that transition from total care to living on their own again.  No matter how much i cautioned or tried to warn her to take it easy, it has done absolutely no good.  In this area i go completely unheard, now i know what people mean when they say, it's like standing in the middle of the room screaming and no one even looks up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i truly want the very best for her and i've offered more than once to help her with her bandages and she did ask for help with her medicine only after she realized she was making big mistakes.  i promised myself i wouldn't push things on her and make sure she knew that we were there for her any time she needs us.  That's all we can do really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone is having a good Monday.  Master and i are off to get some work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-8863146459688916946?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8863146459688916946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=8863146459688916946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8863146459688916946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8863146459688916946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/11/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and Pieces'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-1568013320004183743</id><published>2011-11-06T11:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T12:48:08.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentists and Dresses</title><content type='html'>Master and i had an unexpected trip on Friday.  He has had a very sore tooth and we were able to get an appointment at the college of dentistry but we had to be there in an hour and 1/2.  We live an hour away.  Yikes!  So i flew around the house and we got there about 15 minutes late.  i called of course and they were very understanding.  It didn't really matter, everyone that goes to that clinic waits to see the doctors and students and it's really worth it, they do amazing work.  We think?  Master's tooth had a very large cavity that had fallen off and gradually gotten worse.  The worse part, it was a front tooth, not one you can just pull.  When the student was done, i can honestly say i've never seen a better filling.  It looked like a fake tooth, it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master was actually able to eat less than an hour after we left the dentist because the student was so good with the novacaine also.  The even better part, the pain was gone.  We spent the rest of the day messing around and decided we'd clean on Saturday because we were exhausted.  We also decided we would skip my birthday dinner for Saturday and just do it another day, all we've done is run around and we'll do it soon, but not this weekend.  i am SO glad we didn't plan a day out for yesterday!  Yesterday morning Master was sitting at His computer and He said "I've got bad news, My tooth hurts".  From the look on His face it was easy to see that it wasn't just an ache either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say that i have never seen Master in the kind of pain that He was in yesterday.  The only thing that worked to relieve the pain was very cold water or ice on the tooth.  The very second that water warmed up, the pain was back and He was in excruciating pain.  With Master i don't use the term excruciating lightly.  i have never ever seen Him in this kind of pain, ever.  i had pain medicine from a tooth extraction that i had a few years ago, He took some of that, it didn't touch it.  By late last night He had taken pain meds that i can't even take and i'm used to taking medicine and nothing was even dulling the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think He finally fell asleep at 5am or a little later and He's still sleeping, thankfully.  i have never in my life felt so helpless.  We had to work yesterday and it took twice as long as it normally did because of pain fighting efforts.  There was so little i was able to do to help, it was just miserable for Him.  The only conclusion that we came to was that when they did a test on His tooth to check if it was dead or not, the student went very quickly on that tooth.  Master thinks that He might have answered the question wrong because He wasn't given enough time to make up His mind.  The tooth is most likely dying or dead now.  He may need a root canal which would be a real shame to mess up that beautiful new tooth but if that's what needs to happen then that's what we'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, the college of dentistry is amazing.  The students are terrific and spend loads of time with you.  The work they do is top notch and it's obvious because the patients are all very happy when they leave and they are full up!  Another huge perk is the price that they charged was a tiny fraction of what our dentist would have charged.  If you have one near you, it might be an option if you don't have insurance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Master and i were done with the dentist we went to this consignment shop, it's huge and sorta fun.  We've been on the look out lately for dresses.  In the past couple months i have gotten a few dresses from the clearance racks from summer.  Just like anything else, you have to know when to buy and where to look.  The dresses i've gotten are very nice quality some are $40 dresses that i've picked up for $9 or so.  Others are $100 that we've paid $20.  The summer clearance racks are pretty well picked through or gone now so we decided to broaden our search. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consignment shop was a bust when it came to dresses.  So is Goodwill really.  You just don't see that many dresses, anywhere to be honest.  Skirts are fairly plentiful but dresses are either party dresses or they don't exist.  You just don't see daily wear dresses out there anymore.  The most ironic store out there is Dress Barn.  Have you ever seen a dress in Dress Barn?  i don't recall seeing dresses in Dress Barn.  Party Dresses maybe but not like an every day dress.  They are just not out there anymore.  i can check e-bay but people know how hard nice dresses are to come by, so they charge for them.  If you know of a good source for quality dresses, i would love to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone is having a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-1568013320004183743?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1568013320004183743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=1568013320004183743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1568013320004183743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1568013320004183743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/11/dentists-and-dresses.html' title='Dentists and Dresses'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-4674944495787545710</id><published>2011-11-03T13:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:55:36.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Master!!!</title><content type='html'>Master and i celebrated our 8 year Wedding Anniversary this past Tuesday, November 1st.  It's almost impossible to believe that we've been married that long and on the other hand i can scarcely remember a time when i wasn't His.  The mind is funny that way i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember events of my life before Him of course but day to day living is a blur, how did i act and how did i function without His rules and constant control?  i know i did fine and i know i was able to maintain a perfectly normal life, but it seems so far away, so very distant.  Something i never want to feel again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Anniversary was on a day when Master had a doctor appointment out of town, so we needed to clear the entire day anyway.  We ended up having a really nice day of just browsing and shopping for early Christmas presents and not feeling rushed like we have been just about every other time we've been out lately.  It felt amazing to actually walk through a store and not feel like we had to hurry for the first time in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my birthday falls within the same week as our Anniversary we usually do one or the other dinner very low key.  Master asked me what i wanted to do and i said i really didn't care, for all i cared we could go to McDonalds.  After lots of "I'm not taking you to McDonalds for our Anniversary!!!..." We went to McDonalds! hahaha.  It was just the easiest thing to do and by that time we really were in a hurry because we had sauntered around the whole day, we had two more stores to get to before 9pm.  As it turned out, it wasn't the best choice but not because of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This story is horrifying, skip to the end if you're easily upset)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and i were getting into our car and we heard two very distinct booms or what i thought were explosions.  i knew they were very close and i turned to look to my right.  Immediately i saw an enormous fire ball.  i unbuckled my seat belt and said to Master to get out of the car, i had no idea how close it really was.  Turned out it was much further than i thought.  As i crested the small hill the sight i saw was the most horrible sight i have ever seen in person.  There was a semi trailer skidding down the Interstate in a ball of sparks and fire on it's side.  i thought it stopped in the center median, i was wrong it landed in it's own lane.  my very first thought was, there is no way that man just lived through that explosion.  i turned to Master and said those exact words.  Master just stood silently as He tried to call 911, no one answered.  We figured so many people were trying to get through that they were inundated with calls, or at least that was our hope as to why they weren't answering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stood there just hoping and praying that we might see paramedics pull away from the wreckage but i never saw that happen.  We later read that it took fire fighters over 90 minutes to find him.  The papers said that the driver hit the cement median, that's really all the more information that has been offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i share this here?  We hear all the time that life is short, don't take anything or anyone for granted.  i don't live by those scare tactics.  This post is meant to scare no one all i would like to say is live for the moment and be nice to each other.  i can't tell you how many times a day i smile at people when i'm out and about and get a grumpy look back or how many times Master might need to get over into another lane and no one will let Him get over.  Really?  It's true that a nice smile can make someone's day or letting someone in a long line of traffic might help them get to that job interview on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and blessings to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-4674944495787545710?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4674944495787545710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=4674944495787545710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4674944495787545710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4674944495787545710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-anniversary-master.html' title='Happy Anniversary Master!!!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-7404352035933124980</id><published>2011-10-30T16:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T16:52:27.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Candy?</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Master sort of got into it with His sister's husband, they haven't really spoken since.  They have been two back to back vacations since then home only a couple days in between.  The interesting thing about this whole thing to me is that Master sent a very long email that was never answered.  At this point we really have no idea what's going on.  We don't know what would happen if we were to run into Master's sister and her husband.  There are some occasions coming up that we always get together for and so far not a word has been uttered as to where, when or if we'll gather.  Master's sister and i always chat about things and so far, nothing.  So ... huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm bothered only because Master's Mom is BIG on family.  Any little tiff and she will turn it around to being about her and how she wants her family to get along.  i am very curious as to how things will turn out and i'm hoping that everyone will meet up and it will be business as usual.  Who knows though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and i were working at His parents yesterday.  He was putting together the hand rail for the stairs.  We were literally one spindle from being finished and being able to assemble the last bit and the spindle split up the center.  It was SO disgusting.  He's used well over a hundred of these things and not one of them has split until now.  So now it has to wait until He can get a replacement and we'll be back at His parents house on Monday.  i have to go and prepare the house for His Mom to return from the Nursing Home anyway, it's just the idea.  We would like to not be at His parents house every single day, for a while.  At this point He's not even finished with everything His Mom needs, according to the therapist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and i are spending the day watching Football and working in our basement.  We have a lot of projects at home that we're working on as well as at their house.  =)  i have a cold so Master is trying to keep His distance and He keeps telling me not to breath in His direction! Big Meanie!  i can't imagine being any more careful, i wash my hands all the time and just about every surface i touch, i use those antibacterial cleaners.  If He gets it, it's out of my control! =(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone is having a great Sunday Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to hand out candy tomorrow so i hope my cold is gone by then!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-7404352035933124980?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7404352035933124980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=7404352035933124980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7404352035933124980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7404352035933124980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/10/got-candy.html' title='Got Candy?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-2837028567042545117</id><published>2011-10-27T17:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:17:33.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Master chains you to the bed and then he serves you dinner in bed. Who's the slave?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;This is a great question and a terrific opportunity to explain the background on the picture in the previous post! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was ill the day that picture was taken and Master is never all that happy when i don't join Him when He leaves for the day.  This day was no exception and He was going to be gone for the entire day, working.  He decided that if i was too ill to go to work, then i was too ill to leave the bed, all day.  He told me that i would be allowed to remove the chain only to take the dog outside.  For anything else, i would have to call Him.  If He didn't answer the phone it would have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my day, i was chained to the bed while Master worked all day and i wasn't allowed to leave the bedroom without asking.  Keeping in mind that i wasn't feeling well, not up to eating much, Master insisted that i eat something, He brought me home some food.  He set up my tray for me and brought me a plate of chicken.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think your question is amazing in that it brings up so many wonderful points of interest.  Master is my owner, to Him i am many things one of which is an object to be used.  If His computer were broken He would need to repair it in order to use it, very much the same with me.  When i am ill, He needs to care for me, to keep me in working order.  If Master wants His property to function well, He recognizes that it needs rest and proper maintenance and yes sometimes pampering.  The fact of the matter is, Master loves His property, much like one loves a dog, when His dog is ill, He pays special attention to it and nurses it back to health.  In these situations, i am the property and the dog and the slave.  i am also His treasure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me as much as i love Him and no matter what the situation is at the time, He will always be the Master and i will always be the slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for the question! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/MDstreasure?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-2837028567042545117?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2837028567042545117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=2837028567042545117' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2837028567042545117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2837028567042545117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/10/master-chains-you-to-bed-and-then-he.html' title='Master chains you to the bed and then he serves you dinner in bed. Who&amp;#39;s the slave?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-4707436240716557548</id><published>2011-10-23T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T18:16:33.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You said in a recent post that you had to put everything back on except your lease before you went to bed. Does that mean you have to sleep in your girdle and stockings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;No and thank you for the question.  It was a poorly worded phrase when i wrote it! What i meant by "putting everything back on" was all the locking cuffs and even Master mentioned that my statement was confusing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your question brings up a good point though, when i take a nap during the day i am not allowed to get undressed completely.  During that time i am only allowed to remove my skirt and blouse if anything at all so during nap time i do sleep in my girdle and stockings and slip.  Of course when i'm on the bed my shoes come off so as not to soil the bed clothes! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6281630942/in/photostream" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6033/6281630942_5a13356bb7_z_d.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Once i'm dressed for the day, i stay that way until bed time and there is rarely an exception made.  i'm not allowed to take my clothes off until right before we're ready to sleep.  As our evening is usually spent watching TV in bed, Master will specifically tell me that it's time for me to get undressed and ready for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for the question and for keeping me on my toes! hehe =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/MDstreasure?utm_medium=social&amp;amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-4707436240716557548?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4707436240716557548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=4707436240716557548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4707436240716557548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4707436240716557548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-said-in-recent-post-that-you-had-to.html' title='You said in a recent post that you had to put everything back on except your lease before you went to bed. Does that mean you have to sleep in your girdle and stockings?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-3683328478596064601</id><published>2011-10-22T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T14:47:53.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home On A Saturday!</title><content type='html'>Master and i are spending a Saturday at home, it's beautiful outside and there are about a billion and a half things i would love to do.  Master wants to work in the basement which really needs to be done and i.. well i don't want to work in the basement but we will. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have lots to do outside and i would love to get that done before it's really cold outside and we're running around trying to beat the first snowfall.  Last year i did it all too soon and i wanted the chairs out when it was still warm in November! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master has really been working hard to get His parents house ready for His Mom to come home, and it's really more mentally stressing than anything.  Some of it, that is.  Like i mentioned the other day it's sort of hard to deal with His dad but that's not the half of it.  So i'll just say that Master's dad antagonizes just about everyone around him, no matter how much you try to reason with him, he doesn't listen or hear and he flatly refuses to wear his hearing aids.  Even his brand new ones that he swears are comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have several years of experience working with the elderly in long term care.  i know how to deal with most situations and there are times i can get through to him, if it's just he and i but it rarely if ever has a lasting effect.  So even for me, he's a tough cookie to crack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his immediate family, it's just plain frustrating and i feel horrible for Master to work so hard and come up against nothing but resistance over and over again.  Some of the stuff he does i think is freaking hilarious, Master, not so much.  He has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; attention span and Master thinks it's not so amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Master will be sweating trying to screw a heavy board into place and he will ask him to hold the other end of the board.  There will be some commotion at the end of the street and all of a sudden the end of the board will go limp.  Master looks up and His dad is down the yard looking to see what's going on!!! See, i think that's a riot!  Master... yeah not so much.  The other day Master and His dad were sweeping the garage and Master was operating the dust pan, His dad had the bag and was holding it open.  They were discussing how far 70 feet was.  Master turned away to scoop up His mess and went to dump the pan into the bag and the bag lye limp on the floor in a heap.  Master's dad?  Oh he was walking off 70 feet into the drive way!!!  Master swears His dad has the attention span of a grub. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had him over for supper last night and he just loved it.  He stayed and played a game and although he usually hates games, i think he had a good time.  He said several times how good supper was and when he called when he got home, he said it again.  i'm glad he has Master to do all the things He does for them, i'm not sure what they would do without Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like i said it's fairly mentally challenging and because of that Master keeps falling asleep when it comes time to watch TV at night.  Master usually puts my "pretty jewelry" (as He calls it) the leather cuffs and leather belled ankle cuff every night after supper.  Last night He attached the leash to my collar and because i have to ask to get undone from anything or use the keys, i was stuck or i had to wake Him up to get ready for bed or use the bathroom.  i finished the show and watched part of another one when i figured He was done for the night and woke Him to ask if i could use the keys and let myself out of the leash.  i got a grumble that sort of resembled yes.  i'm only allowed to use the key to remove the ankle lock, to take my stocking off though, everything goes back on for sleeping, except the leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better cut this off, if i'm ever going to get anything at all done today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-3683328478596064601?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3683328478596064601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=3683328478596064601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3683328478596064601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3683328478596064601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/10/home-on-saturday.html' title='Home On A Saturday!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-8300637609956237066</id><published>2011-10-19T23:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:46:07.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting off a little steam</title><content type='html'>Just when i thought things where starting to slow down for us, right out of no where time seems to have disappeared.  We were told that Master's Mom would be able to come home from the nursing home in a couple weeks and today there was a home evaluation to see if their home was safe for her.  So the last couple days M and i have been working at their house on even more stuff to get the house safe for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master installed a couple of grab bars for her in the stairwell and she'll need another one outside.  The exact same place Master told His dad that there should be one installed and His dad just rolled his eyes.  Today when the therapist mentioned it Master's dad thought that was a great idea.  i think that might be the worst part of this whole thing, it seems like His dad has been fighting with us every time we try to help him with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing is i think is that it's invasion of his home and there's just nothing he can do about it.  If Master's dad wants his wife to come home certain things need to happen and no matter how much we try to explain things to him it's his house and he wants things to remain the same.  Who could blame him?  It's not easy for anyone, we don't want to watch them get old and he doesn't want to give up his independence.  i finally said to him the other day that i was done arguing with him and i typically have the best relationship with him.  All we want to do is make things easier for them and help out and him being constantly resistant doesn't help anyone.  He heard me, but it didn't last! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just tiresome, that's all.  Master's dad needs a break from us and we need a break from working at their house.  Tomorrow we're going to stay home and not work there.  It will be good for all of us! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-8300637609956237066?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8300637609956237066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=8300637609956237066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8300637609956237066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8300637609956237066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/10/letting-of-little-steam.html' title='Letting off a little steam'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-9106330170244469393</id><published>2011-10-16T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:28:34.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover's Prisoner Kit</title><content type='html'>Today, Master and i had an opportunity to try out another &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/"&gt;sex toy&lt;/a&gt; from Eden Fantasys called &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/lover-s-prisoner-kit/adult-toys-dvds-29412%20"&gt;Lover's Prisoner Kit&lt;/a&gt; from Sportsheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6251247279/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6167/6251247279_3416755aba_d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kit contains two wrist or ankle cuffs, made of felt with nylon connectors.  There is velcro that is to be used to fasten the cuffs.  There is a matching felt collar with a small D ring in the front and snaps in the back for fastening.  The set also includes a nylon leash and lastly but certainly not least, the rubber flogger.  The rubber flogger looks small but don't let the size fool you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6251774372/in/photostream" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6151/6251774372_b86023beed_d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'll start with the cuffs, Master used the cuffs on my wrists and fastened the velcro as tight as He could and then tied the nylon to the bed post.  Due to the construction of the velcro and the way He tied the knot these cuffs are really fairly inescapable.  This velcro held strong and the nylon is tough.  When you hear felt and velcro you might think bah, but it's not as harmless as you might think! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The collar is pretty but there's no way to lock it and for Master that's a big downfall.  For me, i thought it was very pretty and comfortable so if you're looking for comfort, this is a great find.  It wouldn't be all that durable, so it's nice for show but not for a long term collar.  Lovely to wear out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6251774222/in/photostream" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6041/6251774222_d7e297117b_d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i thought the leash was terrific, i am a fan of leashes in general and this is a great leash that again, is pretty inescapable.  It's got a nice lobster claw for an attachment point and if you're well bound anyway, there's no getting away!  It's not likely to tear or wear any time soon so this is a great addition to the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the flogger.  Master has a small rubber flogger that He's used on me previously and He pretty much always gets the same reaction... OUCH!  These little guys hurt, like for real hurt.  Swung quickly and with force they seriously pack a punch especially on the pink parts.  Master was really loving the reaction He was getting from me, the more i screeched, the more He swung.  The more He swung, the more i screeched and so our afternoon progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6251246229/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6172/6251246229_e1ea4681fa_d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For anyone looking for a little &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/light-bdsm-kits/sex-toy-1135"&gt;light BDSM&lt;/a&gt;, this set really delivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Eden Fantasys for the opportunity! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-9106330170244469393?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/9106330170244469393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=9106330170244469393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/9106330170244469393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/9106330170244469393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/10/lovers-prisoner-kit.html' title='Lover&apos;s Prisoner Kit'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-7896595384397061031</id><published>2011-10-14T15:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T15:45:02.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Book Policy!</title><content type='html'>i've been thinking about privacy or lack thereof.  i've spoken of this several times and not long ago someone asked me about Master's rule for me in regard to using the bathroom.  Where i said i really have no personal privacy, to be blunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just interesting to me though how i have become an open book to Master, in every single aspect of life.  my telephone calls, my email, my journals even my on line chatting or even every website i visit.  The only time i am allowed to have a secret is for a present or surprise and that is rare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that i have of my own are my thoughts and to be honest even that isn't something that Master is entirely fond of.  Master wants to know what's going on with me and He can't control me if He doesn't know what's going on with me at all times.  That's really very simple.  If i am upset and talking to someone else about it, He's out of the loop.  If i'm frustrated and He doesn't know about it, again it's a lack of control.  If i bottle it up inside and keep something from Him, He would have no idea that i might be stewing about something (an activity He forbids, by the way, i'm supposed to let things go and not stew!).  It's easier said than done, to be this "open book" that i speak of, it really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The email and computer stuff is easy, the journal is right there in front of Him, the phone calls are easy also.  It's the thoughts that are hard for me.  If i'm truly not allowed any privacy or if i'm really not allowed to keep anything from Him being this open book is hard work.  Something i'm not really all that great at.  i'm terrific at thinking and working out scenarios or talking to Master in my head, i'm not so super at the actual verbalization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something so simple as Master: "what do you want to do tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;What i'm thinking is: (i really just want to do whatever You want to do because i'm not all that particular, but if i say that, You'll get frustrated for me not having an opinion, so i know i better suggest something!)&lt;br /&gt;What i say is: "How about a movie, were You thinking a movie, or no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which couldn't be MORE wishy-washy if i TRIED, so THAT gets a bad reaction too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes being an open book is bad and even more frustrating than keeping your mouth shut!  Less is more... *nod*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh us poor slaves, we have it rough don't we?? *snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-7896595384397061031?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7896595384397061031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=7896595384397061031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7896595384397061031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7896595384397061031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/10/open-book-policy.html' title='Open Book Policy!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-5469425330374191080</id><published>2011-10-12T23:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T00:08:29.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Away The Blahs</title><content type='html'>With any luck the craziness has started to slow down.  Master's brother was in town last week and over the weekend.  With almost no notice, after i spent more than a week preparing His parent's house for guests to spend the night, we were informed that we'd be having a barbeque for 14 people!  We literally had one day's notice to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that His family is starting to get back in order and His Mom just got news today that she might be going home in a couple weeks, we might be looking forward to our lives slowing down some too!  Wouldn't that be a hoot!???! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to the nursing home and i washed Master's Mom's hair, it really needed it because she can't take showers right now.  i am really glad that we're in the situation that we're in and we can be there for them, no matter how tired i am or how i think something can wait, cleaning or laundry, etc, i always have an amazing sense of fulfillment once it's done and i know His parents are well taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and i put me through a bit of a punishment the other night, He hooded me and cuffed my ankles and wrists for quite a long time.  It was a reminder that i wouldn't mouth off at all, as i have been way too mouthy.  Perhaps a result of too much time away from home, perhaps too much time away from the familiar confines of our confines.  i don't know i just know that He was certain that He was going to remind me that i was going to stop mouthing off, once and for all.  i just know that things have been very blah.  i also know that i can't seem to get "untired".  It's not for lying around doing nothing or for running around like a chicken with my head cut off although when we're home i do want to get lots done.  i think once we get back to our routine again we'll be good.  i can already feel things getting better and i'm sure Master's reminder didn't hurt either. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better scoot off here, i'm hoping it will be TV time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-5469425330374191080?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5469425330374191080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=5469425330374191080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5469425330374191080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5469425330374191080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/10/chasing-away-blahs.html' title='Chasing Away The Blahs'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-2585721013035045252</id><published>2011-10-07T15:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T15:12:48.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Most master/slave relationships have limitations. What is the limit of pain and activity that you won't go beyond?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;i could tell you that i have my own limits of things i don't like.  i could say that, but it would be a waste of time.  When Master and i first got together, we put together an original contract and He actually let me participate some.  Things were very new between us and it was a good way to establish trust.  i expressed concern about asphyxiation and all things related to breathing.  It terrifies me as i was born an asthmatic.  He really did very little reassure me that He wouldn't push those limits and that really set the tone for our relationship.  i was allowed to tell Him what i was afraid of, but that's where it ended, He was in complete control of what would happen from there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example would be the hood, again very little cool, fresh air when i am in a hood.  However, He has pushed my limits far beyond what i ever thought possible.  Depending on the hood, i can be quite comfortable, other times i still have moments of anxiousness but it's up to me to overcome that.  Master will do with His property as He sees fit at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're talking about pain it is much the same story.  i am not a pain slut, as it were.  Master is not so much the sadist that He enjoys inflicting pain on me to see me writhe in pain for pain's sake.  What He does appreciate is watching me endure a certain element of pain for total submission.  If i deserve a punishment then sometimes He'll give me a fair dose of pain.  No matter what the reason is, i have no say, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been other activities as well.  Master decided early on in our relationship that He would have nipple rings placed in me.  i was terribly nervous but He took me to the shop, told the piercer what He wanted and it was done. Last summer Master decided that He wanted to have labia rings done, so He did it Himself, i had nothing to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer your question, there is no limit that i won't go beyond, my limit i suppose is ultimately my connection with Master.  i trust Him and have complete faith that He knows what i can and cannot handle.  i am His most prized possession (His words not mine), He won't damage me so much that i am worthless to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the question!! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/MDstreasure?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-2585721013035045252?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2585721013035045252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=2585721013035045252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2585721013035045252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2585721013035045252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/10/most-masterslave-relationships-have_07.html' title='Most master/slave relationships have limitations. What is the limit of pain and activity that you won&amp;#39;t go beyond?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-4896750714624012169</id><published>2011-10-04T15:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T15:53:23.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I took Masters collar 2 days ago and am wearing it 24/7. I am very happy to serve Master and looking forward to this journey. Did you ever want to take your collar off when you first started, or did it come naturally to you to wear it 24/7?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Firstly let me apologize for the length in which it has taken me to get back to you, times have been a bit hectic for Master and i.  Secondly, congratulations to you and your Master, these are happy times for you, indeed! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be a two part answer for me i think.  i truly believe that wearing Master's collar and serving Him is what i was put on this earth do.  i was &lt;br /&gt;really a novice to this lifestyle when i met Master, i knew the basics but that's about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically taking the collar off was never my choice, once it was on me it was on to stay.  The rule was that i would never take it off except to shower and then i had a shower collar or in public until we got a public collar to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times however that i was unsure of my own performance and submission.  i never wanted to remove it or give it back, i was always concerned that i would disappoint Him.  Just like in the beginning of every relationship there were doubts, i was very far away from everything and everyone i knew and everything about this relationship was foreign to me. Every new experience though was just one more gave me more confidence in Master and more faith in my own ability to submit to Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't really changed today.  i continue to grown in my submission to Him.  i learn how to please Him all the time.  The more i learn about Him, the stronger my submission becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you on your journey may you find the joy that i've found in serving my Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/MDstreasure?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-4896750714624012169?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4896750714624012169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=4896750714624012169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4896750714624012169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4896750714624012169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-took-masters-collar-2-days-ago-and-am.html' title='I took Masters collar 2 days ago and am wearing it 24/7. I am very happy to serve Master and looking forward to this journey. Did you ever want to take your collar off when you first started, or did it come naturally to you to wear it 24/7?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-9177008131666256652</id><published>2011-10-02T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:05:54.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Master!!!! =)</title><content type='html'>We've been so involved in other things lately that we haven't really taken the time to appreciate each other, like we normally do.  Tomorrow we're taking a day, like we always do this time of year.  Tomorrow we're going to celebrate Master's birthday and i hope it's amazing for Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Master spent His birthday working at His parents house trying to get things ready for when His brother gets here.  No matter how hard we try or how prepared He thinks He is, something always seems to slow us down.  An hour project takes an hour and a half or we end up running out of something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's been more hectic than ever lately but i hope You know how much i love You and how thankful i am that i'm the one You want to spend even the most crazy of times with!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Master!!!  i love You!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precious treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-9177008131666256652?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/9177008131666256652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=9177008131666256652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/9177008131666256652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/9177008131666256652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-master.html' title='Happy Birthday Master!!!! =)'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-5505245890448154984</id><published>2011-10-01T22:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T22:58:57.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His lil helper!</title><content type='html'>We've had some pretty long days this week so, knowing that today was going to be one of our longest yet, i was going to make it a little easier on myself for this evening.  So last night i made tonight's dinner and had it totally ready to put in the oven.  i knew that when i got home tonight all i would have to do is put it in the oven and we'd be all set.  Then i would be able to sit down for at least an hour and make my blog post that i've been really lacking all week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm getting everything all set up in the bedroom to sit down at the lap top and the dog runs in, so yeah.  An unexpected 30 minutes later and a partial fanny haircut and living room carpet cleanup.  Y U C K.  It's really my fault, he's needed a haircut for a month, omgosh why is it on that one night when you think you've planned everything so perfectly though? haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week Master's brother is coming to visit with his wife and one of their 8 (yes 8) kids.  They are staying at Master's Mom and Dad's house and seeing that it's just Master's Dad there on his own, i'm getting the house ready for guests and getting it decorated for Halloween/Fall like Master's Mom would want it.  They are coming home because she's still in the nursing home and although she's shown tons of improvement she's still not doing great, so they're coming to see her.  It's going to be a very busy time while they are here as there are lots of birthdays to celebrate!  Master's being one of them!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i will be so glad when things settle down for us, this whole summer has been a whirlwind of running around.  i know being sedentary isn't good for us either but this has just been crazy.  We still have projects of our own from the very beginning of the summer that we never even got to think about starting.  We were really focusing on His parents and i'm not saying that the priorities weren't in the right place, they were we did the right thing by taking care of Master's parents first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Master was drilling through cement and it's really hard work, without the right drill.  Well okay it's hard to do with the right drill it's almost impossible without the right drill.  After He got to like the very last hole He needed i asked Him if i could maybe try.  He must have really been exhausted because He let me try.  Normally He would have said "no way" especially because i might have broken the bit, but He let me try anyway.  So i did and i was actually helpful.  Probably because by the time i tried, i wasn't as exhausted as He was getting to be and i helped finish off the last part.  It doesn't sound like much but when i help Him on a project and i know i've really done something worthwhile, like helped cut lumber or carry my fair share or like today bare a little bit of the load, i really feel like a help to Him.  He sighed a sigh of relief when that last hole was done and i knew He was happy and i was glad to have helped Him.  That's just as nice as hearing "good girl". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty good day and pretty soon our supper will be ready, so i better scoot off here! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-5505245890448154984?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5505245890448154984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=5505245890448154984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5505245890448154984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5505245890448154984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/10/his-lil-helper.html' title='His lil helper!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-4347439272402174619</id><published>2011-09-23T15:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T16:08:30.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably Not A Match!  Hmph!</title><content type='html'>Ten years ago i put up an ad on ALT.com and received a few different emails.  One of them was from Master.  The email i got from Him went something like this;  We're probably not a match, but it's worth a shot, reply if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that's not verbatim but that was the vib i got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few different emails to sort through and i replied to a couple, one of them said i was too fat and he actually lived right around the corner from me.  i actually was challenged by Master's email and a little irritated "i'll show You we're a match, dang it!"... HAHA!  So i replied to His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i was able, i sent Master an instant message. The very first words spoken between us were on Yahoo Messenger and they were: "Hello Sir, are you too busy to talk?".  That was ten years ago, yesterday! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the very first conversation, Master archived every single conversation we've ever had on Yahoo and has a complete history of our growing relationship on line.  It was fast of course, being that i was living here a short 30 days later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then though, we've had many conversations on Yahoo, when i was staying at my Mom's taking care of her and my grandma, for instance.  Even here at home when i've been gagged we've talked on Yahoo or even in times of difficulty, we've used Yahoo as a tool to calmly discuss problems.  It gives us a chance to think about things before we say them and work through things.  It's amazing when i think about where we started and where we are now.  All the things we've been through even in ten short and ten long years all bundled into one.  So much as we've stayed the same, we've changed so much it's crazy.  As a couple we've grown into what might seem to be two completely different people but at the core we're still the same people who met and fell in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just talking about this a couple days ago, i have changed so much for Him, i knew i was going to change what i wore and how  i would submit to Him.  When you look deep inside of who i really am, my personality and what makes me, me.  That person is who He fell in love with, the person who was so passionately in love with Him and willing to make those changes for Him.  If we didn't have enough other things in common we wouldn't have made it this long.  i guess my point here is, did He pick me for what He could make me or did He pick me for me?  Both, He chose me because i was the one who wanted to become everything He wanted me to be, because i wanted to become His.  Pretty simple really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Master for choosing me ten years ago.  Happy (late) Anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precious treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-4347439272402174619?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4347439272402174619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=4347439272402174619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4347439272402174619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4347439272402174619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/09/probably-not-match-hmph.html' title='Probably Not A Match!  Hmph!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-731023720788159652</id><published>2011-09-22T20:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T02:06:39.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because He Says So</title><content type='html'>i just sat down here determined to make a post regardless of what i had to say or not to say.  my posts have been few and far between lately and i can't use being busy as an excuse, everyone is "busy" and when it comes right down to it, we're rarely busy.  Busy is sort of a state of mind isn't it?  It's what you make of it and how well you handle the amount of activities in your life that determine whether or not a person truly just runs out of time.  i'll buy that sooner than "i'm busy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being busy is so often over used.  People will say i am so sorry i didn't get this or that done, i have been far too busy, when in fact they haven't, the truth of the matter is we're just bad at prioritizing.  Was that person so busy they couldn't call you back?  Really?  A phone call takes what?  Thirty seconds to make they just couldn't squeeze it in?  Do you buy the fact that they never sat down at their computer to check facebook or watched a bit of TV?  It's priorities.  Don't say you were too busy, just be honest and say you're sorry, and don't offer excuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to blogging why don't i put blogging at the top of my priorities?  i do actually, i think about posting every time i sit at my computer but the same thing happens to me on my blog that used to happened to me conversationally.  i never used to talk when i was younger because i didn't think that people would want to hear it, i thought it would be "silly".  So i just, didn't.  Same thing here, it's not exactly the same but it's a little bit the same.  A lack of confidence, i suppose.  Sometimes i think it takes a tiny bit of arrogance to own and operate a blog.  Who wants to come here constantly and read what i have to say?  Right?  It's quite opposite of submissive behavior to believe that things i have to say are so interesting or ensnaring that one might visit day after day to see just what MD's treasure has to say today.  i am reminded by Master though that i don't blog or journal because i believe i have so much to say, i write because He says i'll write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem is, i don't pay attention to myself throughout the day.  i don't remember what's happened between Master and i so i don't have much to reflect on here.  Does that make sense?  Every once in a great while something will hit me and i'll think OH! i should remember that for the blog but so many things are just common place for us that it doesn't strike me as remarkable.  More often than not it's Master who will say "you should blog about that", then i'll take note.  If He doesn't say something, i won't think twice about a situation between us.  So i guess if anyone should ever ask me, "can slavery become "hum drum"?" i suppose the answer would have to be "yes, in some ways, it can".  Only in that like everything else, it's what you're used to.  i'm used to being tossed to my knees or on my back at a moments notice and being told to suck it.  i'm used to being chained to the bed for the whole night or having my ankles chained together or both at the same time and unless i think really hard, i completely forget that it's even happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like i need to keep a journal about what to journal about! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-731023720788159652?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/731023720788159652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=731023720788159652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/731023720788159652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/731023720788159652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/09/because-he-says-so.html' title='Because He Says So'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-8259025265219064671</id><published>2011-09-17T18:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:43:38.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It would seem that you were not into this life before you met your master.
How did he persuade you to become his complete sex slave?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Master is my first real life Master, yes.  i learned of BDSM on line through a couple of different avenues.  i was quite green when i became His slave, that is certainly true enough!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say though, there was really no persuading needed.  Once i learned of this lifestyle and what a submissive was i was hooked and anxious to become owned.  i didn't know all the ins and outs of slavery vs submissiveness nor did i know a lick about bondage.  What i did know was that i wanted to serve and i wanted to do it to the best of my ability.  i also knew that it was going to take a forgiving Master because while i was eager, i was new and i have some short comings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really, i needed no convincing to become His slave, or sex slave at all.  i jumped at the chance.  As a matter of fact, i even submitted a written resume' to Master, listing all my qualifications!  HA! HA! =)  i bet if i asked Him, He's still got that resume' archived somewhere in an old email exchange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should be embarrased how &amp;quot;easy&amp;quot; i was when He went looking for me or maybe i should feel like i was a sleeze, but i don't.  i just had a feeling that this was the right thing from the get go.  Master moved me here exactly 30 days after we met on line.  We knew what we wanted and we've been going strong ever since.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for the question!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/MDstreasure?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-8259025265219064671?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8259025265219064671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=8259025265219064671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8259025265219064671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8259025265219064671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-would-seem-that-you-were-not-into.html' title='It would seem that you were not into this life before you met your master.&#xA;How did he persuade you to become his complete sex slave?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-5253979133279269458</id><published>2011-09-13T18:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T18:39:55.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About your bathroom rule. Does master just want to control your privacy or does he actually come into the bathroom to watch you pee and poop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;There are a couple different elements about the bathroom and privacy  rule here.  Yes He definitely wants and has had complete control over my privacy.  i have never been allowed any privacy, that's always been a rule.  This is the exact rule as written: #21 you will keep no secrets from Me, unless they involve surprises or gifts.  This is another rule regarding privacy, as written: #22 you will have no privacy from Me. you will not close a door between us without permission (except doors leading outside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see privacy has always been something that He's had complete control over.  The bathroom element is something new though, even before i had to ask permission to use the bathroom, He would sit on the bed and watch me while i went to the bathroom.  i've always been really private and this was horrifying to me.  Since then it's been easier and easier for me to be open in front of Him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has given me no choice but to lay it all out there for Him no matter how horrible it was for me.  Master is by no means into bathroom or scat play but what He is into is objectifying me and making me as pliable as possible.  This is a pretty effective way of doing so. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for the question!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/MDstreasure?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-5253979133279269458?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5253979133279269458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=5253979133279269458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5253979133279269458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5253979133279269458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/09/about-your-bathroom-rule-does-master.html' title='About your bathroom rule. Does master just want to control your privacy or does he actually come into the bathroom to watch you pee and poop?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-147622183423825504</id><published>2011-09-12T17:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:28:38.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Invaded By Him</title><content type='html'>Master is getting supplies to finish up a couple more outdoor projects.  We've sort of neglected our own work this year, doing all His parents work instead.  It's a good feeling though, knowing that their things are getting accomplished and that they'll be all set for a while.  So Master has been gone for a while and i've been home alone.  The only thing He told me to do while He was gone was use the ice pack on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course He wants me to get better and get back on my feet doing all the normal things i always do but then i started thinking about it when He left.  There is nothing at all about my inter-workings that He's not aware of.  When i hurt my back He could tell the severity of my pain by the way i was walking, moving and acting.  When i began to improve even though i had yet to mention that i was feeling better, He knew that i was feeling better because i was moving around better and able to do more without asking for help.  This was over a matter of hours, not days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before He made the rule about bathroom usage, there was a no privacy rule, i am not allowed to lock or even shut a door.  i don't normally even think about the level of control or even invasion if you will.  He has invaded every part of me, completely taken over every single part of me, especially my mind and how i think.  But by using that word it might indicate that it was unwanted where of course that's untrue to the fullest degree.  There is no part of my life that isn't completely territorialized by Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to me how One person can have such a hold over another, and yet doing it in a loving manner where there is complete adoration and trust.  The words to describe a relationship like ours do not in any manner indicate a loving relationship, do they?  Yet in some ways we have a traditional marriage where we love as a Husband and wife love as desperately as any other might.  In other ways we couldn't be more different in how we live our M/s life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know what made me think of this today, just really Him saying "use the ice pack" when He left, i guess.  haha  Funny where the mind takes ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're all having a happy Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-147622183423825504?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/147622183423825504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=147622183423825504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/147622183423825504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/147622183423825504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/09/invaded-by-him.html' title='Invaded By Him'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-7679852164772859579</id><published>2011-09-11T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:24:23.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Grandparents Day</title><content type='html'>i don't think my back is ever going to heal if i keep up days like today.  It's not that i was totally active and running around lifting 50 pound loads of laundry it's that i haven't spent one day like i am supposed to.  The day we came home from the Chiropractor i was out raking mulch a couple hours later.  It's not that Master asks me for help or tells me to help it's that i sit there and think oh this little bit can't hurt.  When in fact it's all those little bits of one little load of laundry in the basement won't kill me, is what never lets me heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we did have a nice time today with Master's parents at the nursing home.  Master's mom decided to stay at the nursing home for their party instead of go out to a park and we went out on a patio and had a picnic so it wasn't like we were really even at the nursing home at all.  It was very lovely outside today and we had a nice lunch.  i think they even liked the present we got them.  Master and i bought them a fountain for their new deck and i can't wait for them to have it all set up.  It's going to be so awesome once Master has it up and running.  His Mom just has to get home before the snow falls or it gets too cold to have it running so she can see it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some sad news today that Master's cousin passed away this afternoon.  It wasn't unexpected.  She's had cancer for quite some time but she was not much older than us and just too young to go.  Life hadn't been kind to her in very many ways and she had very little fight in her to begin with.  Master has been asked to be a pallbearer.  It's an honor but as always something that's never easy.  i just hope that she's finally at peace, she deserves so much more than she had here on earth.  i believe that now she can be truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited until the party was over to tell their parents because we didn't want to ruin their day and i was surprised at how well Master's Mom took the news.  Of course she was expecting it, as we all were and in some ways relieved for her suffering to be over.  It always amazes me how things progress after the news of someone's passing no matter who it is.  Eventually you have to move on, sometimes much slower than with others but you keep going.  Not too long after telling her the news, i was in washing her hair.  It's just the changing of the tides.  Life must and does go on whether we're ready or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Grandparents Day (if there's any of you out there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-7679852164772859579?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7679852164772859579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=7679852164772859579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7679852164772859579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7679852164772859579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-grandparents-day.html' title='Happy Grandparents Day'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-5532781294373073398</id><published>2011-09-11T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:48:16.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Back To Our Regularly Scheduled Posting!</title><content type='html'>i have been bad about writing this week it's been hard to sit straight  up though at the computer for any real length of time.  i hurt my back  and have been pretty laid up the whole week, either sitting in bed or  trying to stay off my feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master finally said that i had to make an appointment to see the  Chiropractor and see what was going on with my back.  i'm not sure why i  was putting it off only to say that once i actually had the adjustment i  should have known it was going to hurt like it did.  The guy we see is a  friend of Master's and a really great guy and he's very good but that  doesn't mean what he does, doesn't hurt!  When he poked my hips and  asked me if it hurt i thought i'd go through the roof!  Oh well, not  like it killed me, right? hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started this post very late last night and had every intention on  trying to finish it but Master had other things on His mind.  Because of  my back and the somewhat severity of the pain i was in, He didn't want  to risk me further injuring or prolonging my recovery time.  So there  were no blow jobs of any kind in the last week.  None.  For Master  that's a big deal.  Master felt that i had improved enough that i could  get back to work and i was keen to do so! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and i are off to celebrate His parents anniversary today and His  Dad's birthday.  Yes, their anniversary really is on "this" date, kinda  stinks huh?  Of course their anniversary came almost 50 years prior.   Still i feel for them having a yucky date to remember their anniversary  by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you all have a great Sunday!!  i apologize for my somewhat  erratic posting this week.  i hope to be back on my feet and back to my  regularly scheduled posting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-5532781294373073398?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5532781294373073398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=5532781294373073398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5532781294373073398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5532781294373073398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/09/now-back-to-our-regularly-scheduled.html' title='Now Back To Our Regularly Scheduled Posting!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-8534816954993127608</id><published>2011-09-07T17:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:53:53.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prisoner or slave?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6114488817/in/photostream" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6082/6114488817_6438c58d87_d.jpg" border="0" height="206" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i  am supposed to talk to Master while i'm sucking His cock.  Not the  whole time and not like "Hey, how about those Vikings?".  But i am  supposed to work on my libido, being more passionate and giving Him the  most erotic blowjobs possible.  That's always been a goal and something i  work on.  Last night right before bed He came into the bedroom and  locked my ankle cuff to the chain on the bedpost for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's  usually very little if any warning that i'll be chained to the bed for  the night but i'm usually totally ready for bed, last night i wasn't.   When i'm chained to the bed, obviously i'm in the bedroom for the  duration of the night and whatever needs done in the rest of the house  is going to have to wait or it better be important.  Master told me that  i would be allowed to finish what i needed to do in the kitchen when i  was done.  With that He got in bed and laid on His back.  There was no  mistaking that i was to begin His blow job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have trouble  thinking of new things to say to keep things erotic and i struggle with  it all the time.  Last night the first thing i thought of was to thank  Him for chaining me to His bed. Then He  asked me why i was thankful.  i was truly thankful for the reminder of  my place, sometimes i get upset when i know i'm restricted and i know i  can't move around freely.  But really what does it hurt?  It's not like i  *have* to get out of the bedroom or if i really needed something He  wouldn't get it for me or if i were in dire straights He wouldn't help  me.  That's where the trust comes in, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6114488279/in/photostream" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6086/6114488279_299d83a011_d.jpg" border="0" height="268" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then  Master asked me, something i really hadn't thought of before.  He asked  me why i wanted to be chained up, prisoners are typically the people  who are chained up.  my response was simple really. i don't think of it  that way, prisoners don't want to be where they are, i want to be in  this position. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-8534816954993127608?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8534816954993127608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=8534816954993127608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8534816954993127608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8534816954993127608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/09/prisoner-or-slave.html' title='Prisoner or slave?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-4867758909040461041</id><published>2011-09-03T20:30:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T22:21:34.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivated For All The Right Reasons</title><content type='html'>For once Master and i actually had our day planned.  We don't usually make plans for a normal day when we're going to stay home but today we did.  Then of course Mother Nature decides that our plans aren't meant to be! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay though, Master got lots of work done in the garage and i was the gopher.  We really wanted to get some yard work done and we had a nice supper planned for grilling out but it pretty much poured all day.  It was a rain we've needed all summer and our plants and trees are the better for it, i'm sure.  We've decided to have a movie night and have tacos in the basement.  We haven't had a movie night in a long time and we're both looking forward to it, we're just getting a little bit later start than i would have liked but at least Master made some great strides in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Mom is also making good progress.  Yesterday we picked her up from dialysis and she was able to get herself out of the wheel chair and get into the car.  Since she's been in the hospital she's needed people to help her transfer from chair to chair or to a bed so this is progress, as small as it may seem.  She said she took 14 steps the other day with a walker, i was happy to hear that too.  Every little bit is improvement and everything helps her to realize that she'll get better and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6111172756/in/photostream" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6193/6111172756_a64dd1d3be_z_d.jpg" border="0" height="289" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master and i went grocery shopping yesterday.  We are (i am) trying something different this month.  i'm not sure how much faith Master has hahaha!  i searched all the local ads for the week and wrote down all the best deals of the things that we were out of and use, this took me all of about 15 minutes.  Then i made my plan of attack, which stores to hit and when.  Some of the deals were one day only some where two days some 5 days.  Then i wrote down the specific item, the price and the name of the store.  By taking just a few minutes, i was able to walk through the house and take a fairly complete inventory of things we were completely out of or things that i knew we were going to run out of in the next couple weeks.  A good look into the pantry gave me an idea of what we have on hand now, what i'll use and what i'll run out of throughout the next month.  Again, giving me an idea of how much to stock up on of our usual meals.  my hope is that my list is a comprehensive list and that with exception of perishables (and that list is very short for us)  i won't be back to the store until the following month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6110628839/in/photostream" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6191/6110628839_b27ef0a2d0_z_d.jpg" border="0" height="267" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So now that you're looking at me thinking i'm totally insane to think that no one has this much time, this probably took me a total of 30 minutes, if that.  Including the time to make the list and look at the ads.  If you don't get your local ads in the mail (we don't) you can look them up on line.  That's what i have to do or i can steal them from my in-laws.  It's a lot more handy to be able to look at them and be able to circle stuff having them right there in your grubby little hand but on line works well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what i can tell you, if you have a Sam's Club in your area, and you have an ALDI in your area.  There is no comparing.  ALDI is by FAR the better buy every time.  Wal Mart has things cheaper in some cases (very few) but ALDI in the long run makes it worth your time and effort to shop there, if you're lucky enough to have one in your area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the driving force here is saving money and getting the most for your money when you do your grocery shopping.  In Master's house the other driving force is little, to NO waste.  We throw away almost nothing, seriously almost nothing.  If there is a way to recycle it, reheat it or give it to the ducks, we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things do go moldy and if something goes to the back of the frig and doesn't get eaten O.M.GOSH am i in trouble.  i am very motivated to never waste food, to save my own hind end. Just another component to good meal planning i guess, one i need lots of work on! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're all enjoying your weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-4867758909040461041?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4867758909040461041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=4867758909040461041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4867758909040461041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4867758909040461041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/09/motivated-for-all-right-reasons.html' title='Motivated For All The Right Reasons'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-8703228156790807236</id><published>2011-08-31T15:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T15:20:32.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wartenberg Wheel</title><content type='html'>This review is for the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/fetish-fantasy-series-wartenberg-wheel/adult-toys-dvds-29293"&gt;Wartenberg Wheel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6101085594/in/photostream" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6183/6101085594_505ab5f01f_z_d.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This particular  Wartenberg Wheel has a nice look to it, in that it's bark is much worse  than it's bite.  It looks nice but it just doesn't deliver that intense  needle prick you'd expect coming from a somewhat evil looking &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/"&gt;sex toy&lt;/a&gt;.   Master had to dig this wheel pretty deep into me in order for me to feel  it.  There are some advantages to this however.  It's great for those  starting out and it's awesome for people who aren't really into a lot of  pain but still want to test their boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i think of a  Wartenberg Wheel i might think of a standard issue neurologist wheel  with the needle-sharp edges that i've also seen used as a &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/bondage-and-fetish/"&gt;bondage toy&lt;/a&gt; in  the past.  i was a bit surprised at the dull edges on the wheel until i  really read the box.  "Tickle, Tease and Please!"  Well if i were to  really think about a Wartenberg Wheel, i wouldn't expect to be tickled,  exactly, i would anticipate pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6100539571/in/photostream" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6196/6100539571_a80361dd48_z_d.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even when Master pushed the wheel on  my pink bits, i didn't feel as much as you might expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  would be terrific fun for a couple looking to add some extra spice in  the bedroom!  It's not exactly a masochists dream however.  It's got  lots of potential and i was happy to have a chance to try it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to EdenFantasys for another fun review opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-8703228156790807236?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8703228156790807236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=8703228156790807236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8703228156790807236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8703228156790807236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/08/wartenberg-wheel.html' title='Wartenberg Wheel'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-1461070179296468069</id><published>2011-08-29T22:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T22:15:31.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You said in a recent post that 10 years ago you would have laughed at someone who told you that today you would be doing your housework in hi-heels stockings and a girdle. However you seem to have become accustomed to it. Do your dress that way only becau</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;First off let me apologize, part of your question was cut off, so i'll do my best to guess at the last portion of your question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dress the way i do because i came here to be the best slave i know how to be, to Master.  i want to be molded into His perfect slave and yes, part of that is dressing the way He wants me to dress.  i knew portions of what He wanted from me, when i came here but i didn't know the big picture.  i only knew that He wanted me in heels and skirts/dresses.  The rest came in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right, i have grown entirely accustomed to it and i'm not at all shocked by that.  my Grandma lived nearly her entire life in a girdle, stockings and heels.  So even though i didn't take after her until later in life, i grew up around it and it's not something i'm unfamiliar with.  Today, i look so much like her, it's astonishing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine wearing pants anymore.  Skirts are so much more comfortable than the pants i used to wear.  i used to have a terrible time in the summer months buying shorts that fit properly and wearing stockings couldn't be more convenient for just about everything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole &amp;quot;pant system&amp;quot; works against you.  i have skirts for summer and winter that keep me warmer and cooler than i've ever been in pants.  In the winter when your legs are able to be together you can trap the heat in, with a wool, lined skirt.  With pants your legs are separated with only material to keep you warm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer you wear a loose flowing skirt or a shorter skirt allowing a cool breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the question!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/MDstreasure?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-1461070179296468069?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1461070179296468069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=1461070179296468069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1461070179296468069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1461070179296468069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-said-in-recent-post-that-10-years.html' title='You said in a recent post that 10 years ago you would have laughed at someone who told you that today you would be doing your housework in hi-heels stockings and a girdle. However you seem to have become accustomed to it. Do your dress that way only becau'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-1709410640341056678</id><published>2011-08-28T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:01:57.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Wanna Wear Heels? Part 3</title><content type='html'>This post is for anyone really dedicated to wearing heels on a daily or almost daily basis.  At this point you've graduated from a 3 1/2 or a 4 inch heel and you're comfortable in that heel for an extended period of time and you're ready to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going higher means being careful and it also means learning to choose carefully, trying on shoes and walking in them a lot before buying.  Internet purchases are risky but often times the cutest most affordable shoes are on line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet purchases;  Obviously there are millions of amazing shoes on line to choose from.  Of course the worst part being the inability to test out the shoe.  If you're able it's a possibility for you, the best scenario is to order the two closest sizes and return the size that doesn't fit.  Sometimes there are reviews posted from buyers about the items stating how the shoe fit.  Those are invaluable to us as buyers.  Alleviating the need to order multiple pair and getting the closest possible fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you've gotten the most awesome shoe and it fit in the store and you have it home now and it's too big or too small, now what?  Okay, here are some links to help you get off and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001ANL5A0/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B000PS11J6&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1578F2S1EWRXQHRZ15K5"&gt;Shoe Stretcher &lt;/a&gt;  This is very reasonably priced and you really only need to buy one unless you're really in a hurry to wear your shoes.  There is also a spray that will help stretch the shoe as well.  However, i can't speak to the effectiveness of the spray, i've never used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the shoe is way too large, there are heel grippers, these are really standard and they will also help the shoe from slipping off the back of your heel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Unknown-Heel-Grips/dp/B0002TVBGQ"&gt;Heel gripper.&lt;/a&gt;  There have been a couple times that i have used more than one to snug up the back of a shoe and they work wonders.  The best part about them is that they'll pull the back of a shoe off your heel to prevent blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the higher you go, the more pressure you're putting on the ball of your foot and the gel cushions are amazing.  The only bad thing i've found with ball only gel cushion is getting it to stay in place.  They tend to want to curl up under your toes so some double sided tape might help to keep it in place or just a full shoe pad might be a better choice if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/search/search-ng.do?search_query=Ball+of+foot+cushion&amp;amp;ic=48_0&amp;amp;Find=Find&amp;amp;search_constraint=0"&gt;Gel pad.&lt;/a&gt;  &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/ip/Dr-Scholl-s-One-Pr-Sizes-6-10-For-Her-High-Heel-Insoles-1-pr/11047206"&gt;Full foot cushion. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The links i'm offering are only examples of what's out there, i'm sure you can find tons more.  i should also mention that i was looking for the most affordable items i could find there may very well be better quality items on the market as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing the training with a higher heel is just more of the same in a more consistent manner.  What really changes is your mindset.  Where you once thought that a "flat shoe" was a sneaker or a flip flop.  A flat shoe is really now a 2 1/2 inch sandal and that becomes your all day walking shoe.  Your regular daily wear is now your 3 1/2 or 4 inch heel or 5 inch heel depending on your level of comfort.  It's really all in how you look at things and what you're physically able to handle.  Now i typically do my housework in pair of 2 1/2 inch or 3 inch sandals.  It may take me a bit longer because i am more careful, i use the handrails when walking down the stairs and i notice i certainly take smaller steps.  But all those things just make me look like more of a lady.  Things that Master loves and wants to see in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5034866575/in/photostream" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4090/5034866575_0050cbaca6_z_d.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had someone told me 10 or more years ago i would be doing housework in a skirt, heels, stockings and an all in one girdle i would have rolled on the floor laughing.  i just wasn't the type of person that was physically able to wear heels or really dress that way.  my toes were really bad and they always hurt but my level of commitment is such that i've made some pretty drastic physical changes and Master has been extremely patient and committed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day i work on stretching my legs, stretching my arches and i will never be able to stop working on strengthening my legs or i will lose everything that i have worked toward.  When there is a period of time that i have to wear true flat shoes, helping Master build something or working outside for a long time, i feel the ache in my legs.  It's the total opposite of what i felt when i began to wear heels though.  It's the opposite cramps, my legs crap up because they aren't used to being in flats for so long and the pain can be excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6091250685/in/photostream" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6090/6091250685_bbe57a25aa_z_d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i still have a long way to go, i don't have &lt;a href="http://www.sensualfitters.com/product_info.php?cPath=40_180&amp;amp;products_id=13266"&gt;ballet shoes&lt;/a&gt; and i think Master would love it if i were ever able to walk in them like i were walking across a bare floor.  i don't have  the endurance that Master would like me to have, but i keep working on it.  But again, i look at things differently, i know i can walk across a rocky surface in heels as long as i'm careful or i have Master's arm.  i know that i can water flowers in heels or i can sit at a bonfire in heels and stockings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this has been fun! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours!  Happy Heels! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-1709410640341056678?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1709410640341056678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=1709410640341056678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1709410640341056678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1709410640341056678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-you-wanna-wear-heels-part-3.html' title='So You Wanna Wear Heels? Part 3'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-5330544317838776186</id><published>2011-08-23T15:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:55:33.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Mend</title><content type='html'>Master and i went back up to the hospital last night to see His Mom.  She was sitting up in bed with the large oxygen mask off using only regular oxygen.  She had eaten a little bit of her supper and her color was better.  She was able to talk to us and stayed awake for the majority of the time we were there.  To say she's improving is an understatement.  The three dialysis treatments she's had have worked wonders and she'll be going on dialysis on a regular basis once she's released from the hospital.  No one is sure when that will be yet, but at least she's really going in the right direction!  At this point she hasn't been able to walk or really even stand so she's got quite a bit of work to do but we're really pleased with her progress and just happy that she was able to talk and see that all of the important stuff is improving!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Master and i left the hospital at about 9:20pm we had to go to His parents house and help get ready for them to have this huge cement project done.  Every single thing around the side of their house and by their garage needed to be moved before the cement can be poured.  Let me just tell you, it was a lot of crap.  Big sheds full of Christmas lawn ornaments, piles of lumber... ugh.  We finally got home at like 2am.  Now Master can call and have the cement guy come and while His Mom is in the hospital their whole driveway will be redone and they'll be getting a brand new side walk that they've never had.  It'll be awesome for them, their driveway sucks right now.  So now Master has to take care of the cement job and make sure that it's poured the way they need it,  cause it's a lot more than a driveway, there are a lot of particulars and His dad is up at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is still looking for my 3rd heels post, not to worry, it's still on the way!  i haven't forgotten about it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-5330544317838776186?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5330544317838776186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=5330544317838776186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5330544317838776186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5330544317838776186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-mend.html' title='On The Mend'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-8021839074702249607</id><published>2011-08-20T00:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T14:11:35.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavender Roses</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been pretty rough.  Master's Mom is in the hospital.  She's in the Medical ICU and she's finally getting the dialysis she's desperately needed for quite some time.  Today they took 2 and 1/2 pounds of fluid off her and she's still terribly swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning her kidneys were at 9% functioning, they had gone down 2% overnight.  It's all been quite scary.  But as of this evening we're hopeful that we'll see some improvement tomorrow.  It's impossible to talk to her because of breathing machine but at least she's getting the care that she needs and that's all we care about right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and i will be heading back up to the hospital tomorrow.  We were at the local hospital early this am to be sure they sent her to the larger hospital where they would be able to better care for her.  Then we went back up tonight.  We weren't going to go tonight and just wait until tomorrow but we both knew we needed to go so we hitched a ride with Master's sister and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad we went even though she didn't really even know we were there, at least we know we went.  We'll keep going until she's able to see us and know we've been there every day or as much as we could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken me longer to think of a title for this post than it has to write the whole post.  i can't think of anything that's appropriate or respectful enough.   Okay this won't make any sense until you get to this part but her favorite color is purple, violet, lavender and her favorite flower is a rose.  Now you'll get the title. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-8021839074702249607?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8021839074702249607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=8021839074702249607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8021839074702249607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8021839074702249607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/08/lavender-roses.html' title='Lavender Roses'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-7446631443505067693</id><published>2011-08-18T14:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:42:23.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Wanna Wear Heels? Part 2</title><content type='html'>This post is about endurance, safety and tid bits that make wearing heels easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now your balance should be better and you might want to think about increasing the height of the shoe you're wearing.  This is where endurance comes in, it's also where patience is a virtue.  Basically if you think about the process, you're stretching your calf muscle beyond the point of where it is normally stretched.  To listen to some people they think it's unhealthy. To listen to others they think done in the proper manner, it's perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By unhealthy i mean, going out and buying a pair of ballet shoes and wearing them for 3 hours right off the bat.  This pretty much physically impossible unless you're "Rubber Girl" and if you're not you'll just tear your shins and calf muscles to shreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to give you my version of a healthy way to gain endurance, strengthen your ankles and help with balance, without hurting yourself.  There really should never be real pain, discomfort, yes.  But you should never feel actual pain if you're having pain, you're going too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5443014433/in/photostream" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5174/5443014433_7a9e9a75a8_b_d.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's assume you've been wearing wedges for a while, should feel pretty comfortable walking in them.  Depending on how long you've worn them  it should have helped in strengthening your calf muscles as well as your ankles and thighs.  So lets look at choosing a shoe with a straight heel, no wedge, no platform.  In other words a pump.  i would really recommend not going with a sandal right off for one main reason.  A pump will offer more material for balance around your foot where in a sandal the straps offer little to no support.  At this point i might look for a 3 inch or 3 1/2 inch pump but really no higher.  Going from a wedge to a straight heel is an entirely different feel if you're unfamiliar with the balance and if you want to look sexy in your walk.  Oh sure, anyone can fling on a pair 5 inch heels and do the slutty slither but we want to look amazingly sexy.  If you find yourself wobbling at all from one side to the next your heels are too high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on ankle strength and endurance;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ankle weights can always be used but it's not something i ever did.  i know i would have benefited from it though and it's still something i should consider.  It's never too late to work on strengthening your ankles if you're serious about wearing heels.  For endurance, Master made many rules for me that helped but one helped more than anything.  Every time i was sitting at my computer (because that's where i used to spend most of my down time) i had to wear no less than a 4 inch heel.  This rule helped stretch my calves, stretch my arches and more often than not when getting up from my chair for any little errand, i wouldn't change out of my 4 inch heel, i would just wear that same shoe.  It helped me get more and more used to wearing those heels regularly.  Slowly, i gained more confidence and more strength but it's an on going process and it's something that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to get on my hands and knees and look under my desk right now, i bet i would still find random heels that i still wear when i'm sitting at my desk.  You can never stop training and stretching your feet.  But you should call b.s. on me!  i don't do it every single time i am at my desk!  i fail a lot i forget, i kick off my shoes before i get up and walk out of the room to do an errand barefoot, yep, i do it too.  i'm not supposed to and it makes Master VERY unhappy and i HATE that i do it, but i do it.  But, i try and i'll never stop trying because i love heels and i love the way they look and i LOVE the way Master looks at me when i'm wearing shoes He loves!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay you're walking in pumps and you feel fairly confident, depending on the pile of the carpet (yes i said carpet), i would really prefer to try out a new pair of shoes on carpet, especially a pump.  You'll get just a tiny bit of grab and the carpet will also offer a little more support than a wood or tile floor will.  It's a perfect place to work on your balance.  One foot firmly planted as you practice balancing on one foot and not wiggling from side to side.  It's much harder than it sounds. Another great way to strengthen your ankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/2645255852/in/photostream" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2229/2645255852_ebfbe8a27a_o_d.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'll assume you're wearing hosiery in your shoes for comfort, take care that any time you're wearing a new pair of shoes, the hosiery will make the shoe a bit more slick than if you're barefoot.  i mentioned that panties will help you keep your pantyhose from drooping.  Another alternative of course is a panty girdle or foundation garment over your pantyhose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come in the third and final "heels" post.  Thank you for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-7446631443505067693?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7446631443505067693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=7446631443505067693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7446631443505067693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7446631443505067693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-you-wanna-wear-heels-part-2.html' title='So You Wanna Wear Heels? Part 2'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-6220515615347730828</id><published>2011-08-14T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:39:41.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Wanna Wear Heels? part 1</title><content type='html'>In the past few weeks i've seen many different comments about people  who would like to be better at wearing heels or people who say "I wish I  could wear heels, but they just KILL my feet!".  Well this is for you!   i welcome comments, questions and i am also happy to be schooled as  well!  i am still growing in my abilities and in doing so i am  constantly learning new techniques for comfort as well as making your  shoes look and fit great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for those just starting out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  you're just starting out and you've worn flats your entire life, your  calf muscles and shins aren't going to be used to the strain that a high  heel will put on your muscles.  You'll also notice a bit of a pull on  your arch.  All this feels pretty good the first time you put on your  first actual high heel.  When i was really learning to walk in heels,  for balance and every day wear i started out with a low platform wedge.   That way you can actually wear a heel that looks quite a bit higher  than it really is.  You'll have the balance of the entire soul under  your foot and the elevation of a heel.  For me though, i have to take  care not to wear too "chunky" of a heel as i believe the higher the  platform is the more it takes away from the sexy heel look.  If you plan  right when you're just starting out, the incline in your arch will be  slight and this will be a great shoe to train in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6042464763/in/photostream" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6063/6042464763_c9c8ffd358_b_d.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wedges  of course come in all types of shoes these days as well, closed toed as  well as sandals so you don't have to limit yourself to heels in the  summer time.  i'm sure you've also seen boots with a cute wedge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  you're serious about learning to wear heels it's something you should  do slowly but very consistently.  Wearing heels for a day and then going  back to flats for two weeks does nothing for forming your arches and  muscles.  It also does nothing for your balance. The moment you go back  to those shoes you won't remember what you've learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  isn't to say you need to go out and buy 5 pairs of new shoes, one will  do for the beginning, but get something that you know will fit and  something you're comfortable wearing.  That's where this post might come  in handy.  You don't have to spend $75 on a pair of shoes, but you do  have to be picky.  Don't pay attention to the size "you always wear".   Pay attention to the size that fits!  Try BOTH shoes on and walk in  them!!  A LOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is me, i posted about this  before but this is a fact.  Pantyhose or just hosiery of any kind will  make shoes last longer.  Why?  Because the perspiration from your foot  will &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ruin&lt;/span&gt;  the inside of the shoe.  The hose will also make the shoe slide on and  off better and make the shoe more comfortable giving the illusion that  you might need a smaller shoe, and you might! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you  hate pantyhose because they droop?  Haannnngggg on!  Call me crazy but i  did this for years!!  i wore panties, then pantyhose, then .....  panties OVER my pantyhose!  Never once did my pantyhose droop!  Just a  little tip for ya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care when buying that first  pair of heels that you come home with a pair that you love.  If you  don't, if you're not excited about wearing them, you'll certainly be  discouraged.  Get something high enough that you'll be noticed, but not  so high you'll fall on your tail in front of that cute guy or your  Master. After an evening in your new shoes you should feel it, if you  haven't felt the difference from the new heel then your shoes probably  weren't high enough.  i'm thinking at least 2.5 inches or so, not  including a platform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll say it again, scuff up the  bottom of that new shoe like you're taking the finish off it!  Waxed  floors are not our friends! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for part two, coming soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-6220515615347730828?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6220515615347730828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=6220515615347730828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6220515615347730828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6220515615347730828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-you-wanna-wear-heels-part-1_14.html' title='So You Wanna Wear Heels? part 1'/><author><name>Master Dream {pt}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01414752068733172827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GNouD7in6g/TJ1sGAz7elI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_LxCS-Vq43I/S220/CollarmeProfile+-+DSCN4020cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-6943427718379582047</id><published>2011-08-12T17:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:09:36.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Even Reading The Same Book</title><content type='html'>The last couple days Master and i just haven't been in sync with each other.  It happens every once in a while and it's usually a combination of things.  If my mind were clearer i mind be able to pin point exactly what it is but to be perfectly honest my memory recall just stinks.  Imagine living with someone who can't remember what they've said 20 seconds before they've said it and then says they didn't say it.  Right, that's me.  That's not always the case, but it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master allowed me to stay home today and rest.  When He got into the car to leave He said in a really bitter voice "The last couple days, not only have we not been on the same page, we haven't even been reading the same book.  That displeases Me."  i just stood in the garage, near tears and said "i'm sorry Master" as He drove away.  Don't you just hate it when things are off kilter and you can't put your finger on why or what happened?  It's nothing major, it just stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me about an hour after He left and told me find the keys to His "toys" first and then put the big belled ankle cuff on my left ankle and attach myself to the bed via the long chain.  i would be able to navigate around the bedroom and into the bathroom but that would be the extent of my wanderings for the day.  He said that with me being on a chain and having to ask for permission for everything, we might be able to get back on the same page. (my words not His, i don't remember what He said exactly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when He'll be home tonight i know He's planning on working a long day today to try to get a lot done now that the weather is cooler, i just hope that when He gets home my head is clearer and i stop doing dumb things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason for releasing myself off the chain would be to take the dog outside, for anything else, i would have to call Him.  So far i've called Him once to ask to make soup and a cup of tea.  i shouldn't need to call Him again unless something comes up.  For me, there is almost nothing worse than knowing He's unhappy with me, let alone having Him leave here being unhappy with me, it really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least He called and allowed me the chance to redeem myself a bit on the chain today.  The fewer times i call Him, i think the better i do, maybe.  Either way, things will get back to normal but i am glad He gave me this chance to make things right and please Him. =)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me ramble, peace to you and yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love You Master!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-6943427718379582047?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6943427718379582047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=6943427718379582047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6943427718379582047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6943427718379582047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-even-reading-same-book.html' title='Not Even Reading The Same Book'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-3346330747517507807</id><published>2011-08-07T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:09:32.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop Till Ya Drop</title><content type='html'>Master and i just walked in the door from spending the entire day shopping with His Mom.  We had a really fun, long day.  We haven't had a day like that in a while, especially with His Mom.  She hasn't really been able to walk at all, so we didn't even try and we just used wheel chairs and scooters everywhere we went.  It went much better for her and she was able to have a much easier time of it.  i think she had a pretty good day, she sure acted like she was having a good time and not once did she say she was tired or want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master grew up loving to shop because of His Mom and until very recently she's been able to shop circles around even me.  Today because she was in a wheel chair i'm sure i was ready to quit before either of them! haha!!  It was a fun day though and we got a lot accomplished. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're home and i'm ready to pass out, i'm really wiped out, but it's a good tired.  i've been in more pain lately than usual but i'm sure it will ease up sooner or later.  It's just that while the pain is this bad, everything makes me more tired, much more quickly.  But that's nothing new and i'll just wait for this wave to pass and hope for a couple of good days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Master instituted a new rule for me, i now have to ask prior to using the bathroom.  So far it's going alright and i haven't forgotten ... yet.  i'm sure there will come a time where i will forget and i'm so not looking forward to that punishment.  The worst part is feeling that i'm bothering Him every time i have to go or trying to hold it when i know i shouldn't have to go again.  i don't wait longer than i know i should because i know how bad that is, i just don't want to pester Him.  It's a really fine line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm off here for the night, i hope everyone had a really nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-3346330747517507807?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3346330747517507807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=3346330747517507807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3346330747517507807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3346330747517507807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/08/shop-till-ya-drop.html' title='Shop Till Ya Drop'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-6694077193953556582</id><published>2011-08-06T21:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T22:19:20.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice Makes Perfect!</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/4965973293/in/photostream" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4146/4965973293_7118916e90_b_d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-6694077193953556582?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6694077193953556582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=6694077193953556582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6694077193953556582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6694077193953556582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/08/practice-makes-perfect.html' title='Practice Makes Perfect!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-5609685606503204222</id><published>2011-08-06T01:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T02:02:30.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flogger Review</title><content type='html'>We were given the opportunity to review a flogger for bdsm-gear.com. Here it is, from both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6013893976/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6135/6013893976_72b9f09a1c_b_d.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master's review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  girl asked me to write a portion of this flogger review to share my  thoughts from the handle end. Well, let me begin by saying we're not the  type that really gets into "impact play". Not that there's anything  wrong with impact play, it's just that it's not something that she  enjoys and to me, it's not play, it's just me flogging my slave either  for my amusement or for her discipline/punishment. I mention this  because, since it's not something we do a lot, I don't necessarily have a  lot of experience with different floggers, so I can only compare it to  the few I have. I have 3 others...one's very small with short rubber  falls, the second is a cheap leather one with really light, skinny falls  and the other is the only really nice one I've ever had. I bought it  many years ago at a store in Orlando. It's suede and moderately heavy, but since it's soft suede, it  packs quite a thud but not too much of a sting. This one is lighter  than the suede one, but it has four more falls (20 to be exact), they're  half as wide and nowhere near as soft. This made for a much lighter,  but much sharper crack and a lot more sting. Obviously, at a low price  of $14.95, this is far from the ultimate flogger, but it felt just fine  in my hand and it was light and easy to swing. My suede one rarely  leaves anything resembling a mark on my slave's flesh, but this one  actually left a few light stripes after only a few swings. I kind of  enjoyed that. Amusingly, this flogger and my suede one are almost  identical in length, but one time I swung it, I felt  it graze my eyelashes. I've never done that with the suede one, so I  chalk it up to idiocy on my part. "What happened?" "Well, Doc, I flogged  myself in the eyeball." The bottom line is, I like it, I think it's  more than adequate at that price and I'll definitely be using it when my  girl decides to test my patience. I just need to find my safety glasses  first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6013894078/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6017/6013894078_13e9dd662f_b_d.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master surprised me this past Sunday after my shower when i was running around trying to get us ready to run out the door.  i was freaking out that we weren't going to make it to the store in time and had a thousand things on my mind when He walked into the bedroom, and said "kneel" and pointed to the floor in front of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a handful of laundry so i just dropped it on the floor behind me and knelt at His feet.  i was still naked from my shower, i was just in the not quite dry state from getting out of the shower, where you try to squeeze in "one more chore" before you have to get dressed and get out the door.  But Master had other plans for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slammed His cock in my face and said "suck it".  So of course i did.  After a short time He drug me up off my knees and cuffed me with the regular cuffs and bent me over the bed.  i heard Him walk across the room and i knew what was coming.  He was going to try out our new &lt;a href="http://www.bdsm-gear.com/leatherfloggers.html"&gt;flogger&lt;/a&gt;!  It's been here for a while, just waiting to be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first time it hit was a sharp sting, as this is leather and not suede.  It delivers a bite swing after swing.  i was showing red marks immediately or so Master reported afterward.  According to the &lt;a href="http://www.bdsm-gear.com/legend.html"&gt;ouch meter&lt;/a&gt; this item gets a 3 out of 5 rating.  Saying that "it will probably hurt".  i can attest to the fact that it does "probably hurt" but it wasn't horrible.  There are many variables of course, how many swats, how hard it's being swung, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/6013894230/in/photostream" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6133/6013894230_1b899c7574_b_d.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Master gave me lots of good swats to test out the flogger so i was able to give a good review and then He tossed me back down on the floor and i was told to "suck it" again.  This time He gagged me with His cock and decided He'd flog me at the same time.  It's not as easy sucking cock while being flogged in the back, side and tits but apparently i liked it because when He lifted me back up and tossed me over the bed i was wet enough to just slam into and keep flogging while He came inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the flogging session went very well because i normally really don't like pain at all and apparently i DO like flogging because this time there was no denying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you John and Starla at &lt;a href="http://www.bdsm-gear.com/"&gt;http://www.bdsm-gear.com/&lt;/a&gt; for the opportunity to review one of your items, the &lt;a href="http://www.bdsm-gear.com/leatherfloggers.html"&gt;Standard Black Leather Flogger&lt;/a&gt;. It was a pleasure and we had a good time testing it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-5609685606503204222?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5609685606503204222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=5609685606503204222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5609685606503204222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5609685606503204222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/08/flogger-review.html' title='Flogger Review'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-6273065505570833973</id><published>2011-07-31T18:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:18:35.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception is Reality</title><content type='html'>The other night Master and i were lying in bed watching TV when He thought He would play with me a bit.  These are times when i'm at my most vulnerable because i'm so surprised and unprepared.  Usually when Master is going to use me or play, there is preparation not a ton but some and i have a little bit of mental warning.  When these times occur i'm out of my element and He's most effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just watching something dumb, i can't remember what and He thought He'd do some breath play, i hate breath play for a lot of reasons.  Okay, hate is a strong word, i don't hate it but i'm not good at tolerating it and i'm afraid of it, that's why i never did well with hoods.  i've grown a lot with them though.  i knew He was going to play with my air though, He was building up to it for at least an hour.  When He finally did, i didn't do great but i didn't completely panic like i thought i might.  The entire time He was playing with me, pressing on my neck, etc., He was slapping my (His) tits pretty hard most of the time and a few times He even struck the nipple rings.  Being caught completely off guard for this was a good thing i think.  i was left wide open for whatever it was He was doing to me.  There was a point however that Master thought i was mad and that it showed in my reaction to Him.  i contend that i wasn't angry at all and as Master said at the time, perception is reality.  What He perceived to be is the truth.  Should He, at any time think that i am upset with what He's doing to me, then my reaction needs adjustment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was left with some pretty nice bruising the next days and i still have them today.  In the middle of sort of a crap week, it was a good outlet i think, for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents will be here soon, i better scoot off of here for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-6273065505570833973?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6273065505570833973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=6273065505570833973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6273065505570833973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6273065505570833973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/07/perception-is-reality.html' title='Perception is Reality'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-2595885543824234117</id><published>2011-07-30T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T23:18:39.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights Out!</title><content type='html'>The last couple days have been just crap.  Master and i wanted to get some blocks that were only on sale through today.  So we cleaned out our truck.  This truck of "ours" isn't really ours.  It's on permanent loan from Master's parents.  They gave us this truck that we didn't really want but Master's Mom sort of insisted so now we have it and it's really a piece of crap.  So we take this truck to get blocks, we remember as we're getting out that you can't lock it because there was something funky about the doors.  So Master checks the locks and yup you're right, the keys don't work, we shut the doors... with the doors locked.  Because we're smart like that.  After almost two hours, Master, His best friend and His best friend's brother finally get the door open.  i should mention it's sweltering and we're supposed to be at Master's parents for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get our blocks and realize once we've eaten that the truck doesn't have tail lights, we can't drive this thing home at night.  Neato.  We had also planned on buying lumber but we had exactly zero time because we were already late for supper messing around with this stupid locks.  Even more frustrating having the keys in our hands and everyone thinking we were stupid enough to lock ourselves out (which we sorta did) when we had the keys right there in our hands.  *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best was yet to come.  Tonight, we went back to the same store to get our lumber having left the truck in town.  On our way home we thought we'd risk it with the tail lights in the dark but i said to Master there's something wrong ... the head lights are flashing.  Very long story short.  No headlights.  They went completely out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master's Dad had to come rescue us and we had to tail gate him and follow him with our flashers on in the pitch black of the night.  HA!  What a great couple of days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master beckons, i gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone is having a great weekend!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-2595885543824234117?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2595885543824234117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=2595885543824234117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2595885543824234117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2595885543824234117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/07/lights-out.html' title='Lights Out!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-4822810830352042276</id><published>2011-07-21T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:11:51.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball Of Goo</title><content type='html'>A few days ago Master and i were in a bit of a hurry to leave the house and He said we'd take a fast shower so He got in the shower and called me in just a few minutes before He was ready to get out.  He had me kneel behind Him and said "kiss".  So i did, He said "did I say stop?" So i kept kissing and licking His back side until He turned around and i started sucking Him until He tugged my head back by my hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can kneel almost anywhere and i have no trouble except the shower floor because there's no room at all and obviously the floor is super hard.  So when He pulls me back,  i am stretching the front of my legs even more and i just wanted to scream, but of course i didn't.  i just leaned back on my knees and opened my mouth and closed my eyes for what i was pretty sure was coming.  Then i felt the hot stream and not from the water, He had moved the shower head away from us.  He was peeing on me, in my mouth, all over my face and hair but mostly in my mouth.  i'm not sure but i believe this is the first time He's done that.  i've cleaned Him off many times after He's gone to the bathroom but never had Him actually urinate in my mouth.  At first i sort of gagged but that was it.  i know for a lot of slaves this is a daily routine, for me it's something new and somewhere we've not really explored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one feeling i have about this of course is that this action alone allows me to prove my subservience to Him.  It's one of the most humbling and in my opinion degrading things that a slave can do yet it's very pure.  One of those dying to oneself type of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Master got out of the shower, He told me to go ahead and take my shower and of course He left me in a heap on the shower floor.  It took me a few moments to try to get my legs back under me.  my ankles didn't want to get moving again because they had been in a bad spot for a bit too long and as i said i was pretty uncomfortable.  i was reaching up to try to find something to pull myself up with when Master opened the shower door to see if i was alright or needed some help standing up.  When i was back up and on my feet i was alright in just a few minutes but just that short time from when He shut the door and when He opened it again i felt good and used. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's usually a horrible feeling while it's going on.  i'm not a pain slut, you all know that.  i don't go looking for that next pain high nor do i ask for Him to throw forks and knives at me.  i've never been one that got off on seeing just how hot He can get that candle wax before my skin does actually ball up and peel off on contact.  i'm just not that chick.  i do find though when He's done with me i get that same sense of satisfaction even though it's been painful or something that i "say" i'm not into, as long as i know He's happy, i can sit in a ball of goo in the bottom of a shower miserable and completely blissful all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish that i could get it through my thick head that if i would just let go and let Him always be in control of what's going on and what's going to happen, i could have this blissful feeling of being a ball of goo, sloppy mess a lot more often. i could also have complete sense of knowing i've pleased Him even if it's just for a few moments or long lasting.  Oh wouldn't that be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master is reading in the news how people are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; in this heat.  Mostly elderly yes, but still people are dying because they are just not turning on their air or they think they can't afford it.  At this point, you can not afford NOT to turn on your air conditioning.  Master and i are the dumb ones who will typically work in this kind of heat and we're even inside.  This is just my own public service announcement because hearing about these people who have a/c and aren't using it is just heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please try to stay cool, go to a friend or family member's home if you have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-4822810830352042276?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4822810830352042276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=4822810830352042276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4822810830352042276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4822810830352042276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/07/ball-of-goo.html' title='Ball Of Goo'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-7380204976399902730</id><published>2011-07-20T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T23:28:14.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Heart</title><content type='html'>Today i am reviewing a &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/"&gt;sex toy&lt;/a&gt; called the Rainbow Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to review this toy for a couple of reasons.  Firstly, i've never had a glass dildo and i was really anxious to see what they looked like and felt like in person.  Secondly, the look of &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/dildos/classic-dildos-and-dongs/rainbow-heart"&gt;this particular specimen&lt;/a&gt; is simply gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5959587447/in/photostream" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6135/5959587447_c98a25f0f5_z_d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'll start with just the packaging because i believe that alone is worth a quick mention.  i think it's interesting how most of the silicone pretty much unbreakable items come in blister packs that one can't penetrate with the jaws of life.  This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"glass"&lt;/span&gt; item came to us unharmed wrapped in paper and a very thin layer of bubble wrap and a beautiful red velvet bag.  Interesting no?  i thought it was ironic and humorous.  It did however arrive completely unharmed and in one piece just as it should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Rainbow Heart.  The dildo itself has raised notches throughout the entire shaft starting directly under the handle, the handle being the heart of course.  The feel of the glass is just as smooth as it looks and of course is just as cool or warm as the temperature of your home.  The heart makes a perfect handle but not really for the user.  It's a better handle for your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5960147878/in/photostream" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5960147878_b0a0e3be5d_z_d.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i wasn't sure if i liked the feeling at first, when i initially pushed the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/dildos/classic-dildos-and-dongs/"&gt;dildo&lt;/a&gt; inside me.  The fact that the glass is so unforgiving and of course heavier than any other dildo i've ever used it was a very strange feeling.  The notches were exciting and something that added depth especially because the glass is so straight, the notches really stand out and are easily felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i mentioned above the heart is the handle and does make a great handle it's slippery when you have any sort of lube on your hand and when it started spinning in my hand that created another amazing feeling entirely.  One i wasn't at all familiar with.  i'm sure most everyone has experienced the spinning pearls well these notches are so firm that when they spin there is a new and different sensation with each and every tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would think that this toy would go amazingly well with a bullet type vibrator.  It started to feel terrific when Master took the heart handle and pulsed in and out of His pussy in short bursts, i could imagine using a bullet vibe at this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5959589105/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6128/5959589105_923b4088f5_z_d.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Master had me stand alongside the bed and decided to have a little fun of His own to see just how deep i could take it in my (His) butt.  i am ashamed to say that i wasn't as cooperative as i should have been, actually that's very unlike me and i'm sorry Master.  Once it was in it did feel good and the notches gave the great sensations as they did in His pussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5959589247/in/photostream" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6015/5959589247_17ae58a3f3_m_d.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this is a very beautiful and fun toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to EdenFantasys for allowing us to review yet another great item!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-7380204976399902730?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7380204976399902730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=7380204976399902730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7380204976399902730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7380204976399902730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/07/rainbow-heart.html' title='Rainbow Heart'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-2727919211642488047</id><published>2011-07-18T13:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:58:58.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The easy way out</title><content type='html'>Here's an interesting anecdote that i've just read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife asks her husband to go to the store and pick up brand "A" of a product and he comes home with a different, generic brand.  The husband has a clear history of being very frugal and the wife clearly asked for a specific brand.  The wife sees this product in the grocery sack, asks no questions, takes the product out of the bag and throws it at the husband, it breaks open and is ruined.  She doesn't ask if her brand was unavailable, she doesn't ask any questions at all, this is her first and only reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what makes this even worse to me.  The comments she gets back from readers are all in support of her.  "Oh gee I can really feel for you, it must have been the hormones." or "aww that's the worst" ( or something similar to that.. ??? huh???)  i am not going through menopause yet so i can not speak to the effects that hormones have on your body, i know they ravage you, i do.  But when do the excuses end and where do we except responsibility for our actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said lots of times that i'm not judgmental, so here is what i'll say to that.  Everyone has a bad day.  i am not judging the woman for getting upset.  The trouble i have here is that we allow people an escape route for nearly everything.  Lets say a friend of ours messes up don't we have a responsibility to them as true friend to call them on it?  We're not judge and jury to all we meet but if they come to us and ask us what we think i believe we should tell them the truth, the same with blogging.  People put their dirty laundry out here for comments, they want direction and comments, it shouldn't all be rose petals and cake.  There should be some truth offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IE: "Hey DUI's aren't that bad, don't worry about it!" or "Leaving the burner on the stove isn't too bad, at least the house didn't burn down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit extreme i know but what good are we doing each other by continuously looking the other way?  i guess what i'm saying is being the best friend isn't always the one with the best news.  It's the friend who cares the most to say what needs to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-2727919211642488047?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2727919211642488047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=2727919211642488047' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2727919211642488047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2727919211642488047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/07/easy-way-out.html' title='The easy way out'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-4277155178548649358</id><published>2011-07-17T15:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:01:03.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't start what you can't finish</title><content type='html'>Master and i are going to get some work done today no matter what! haha!  It's about 93 here today and there's a heat warning out but we'll put a fan out on us and we'll be working in the shade.  Those two things combined will make it bearable for sure.  We've actually worked in hotter weather.  Like last summer when we built those sheds in nearly 100 degree weather with no shade and no fans.  It was much worse.  i'm a bit better today which will help and Master's better as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to get a much earlier start and we would have been out of here a long ago but Master got a phone call from an ex-boss.  His very favorite boss actually who is having just the worst health trouble, his heart is failing (10% functioning) and at this time i'm unclear as to whether or not he is on the transplant list or not.  It's really sad news, so Master is on the phone with him now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i've been sick i really owe Master His daily sucking and blow jobs.  Last night He wouldn't allow me to start what i wasn't capable of finishing.  Due to my terrible stomach craps He's been letting me slide i am hoping that i will be better now or at least well enough to get back on track.  i've been unwell long enough now and He's been patient for long enough as well.  Even though the rule is to suck His cock twice a day, He doesn't allow me to finish Him off each day.  It depends on His mood or what we've been doing of course.  Sometimes i'll give Him an entire blowjob a few days in a row, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone in blogville is enjoying the summertime! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-4277155178548649358?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4277155178548649358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=4277155178548649358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4277155178548649358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4277155178548649358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-start-what-you-cant-finish.html' title='Don&apos;t start what you can&apos;t finish'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-1503994067838188965</id><published>2011-07-16T15:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T16:10:54.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choochoo, splat.</title><content type='html'>Wednesday we were at Master's parents house working on their deck when He stood up from placing yet another board and said "wow My stomach doesn't feel very well".  That was the beginning of it all.  Our first thought was heat exhaustion or just that He'd had too much water from working, but then it persisted.  The long and the short of it really is that, He got very sick that night and now i have whatever it is.  We believe we may have gotten some type of food borne illness and the more i think about it, i'm wondering if we don't have salmonella.  Master is feeling better but the heat still really gets to Him.  We had to clean the church last night after a huge funeral Thursday and He was really feeling poorly from working up a sweat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home we had our dinner planned and i was just about to start preparing it and that's when i started getting really sick.  We literally have like 30 minutes of work left before the floor of the deck is finished but we haven't been able to get there to finish it!  Then there's the railing, of course, but at least the floor would done.  The railing will take a while but we'd like to finish the flooring.  That won't be getting done today.  It looks really nice and i can't wait for it to be finished for them, it will look great.  Master is the worst critic of His own work of course but everyone else thinks it's lovely.  He'll tell you every tiny thing that's wrong and where and how it's all gone horribly wrong, anyone else will say it's awesome.  Horribly wrong to Master is a 1/2 inch or 1/4 of an inch off in any direction adding on to a 50 year old house.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's very hot again today and i feel like i've been run right over by the nearest train and while we have lots of blog things we must get done, hopefully i'll be up to getting some of that done today and get some posting done soon!! i am so far behind!!  Like Starla just posted, you sit around and look at the house and look at things and know that you have to get stuff done and wish you could ignore it but you can't.  For me, when i'm sick, Master makes me stop.  He won't let me do any more and He'll actually get angry because He knows the more i push myself it will just make things much worse for me. So He'll put a stop to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and i planted four trees a few weeks ago.  They are all doing really well.  We've been caring for them like they are babies.  We are pretty excited about our choices because when they are all mature our yard should be gorgeous! So like the weird people that we are, we've given them all names.  We planted a pink dogwood, it's a tiny tree right now so, it's "lil tree".  We've also planted an Eastern Red Bud, "not so lil tree". The next tree we planted was a Japanese Cheery tree.  Anyone who watches the Japanese contest Ninja Warrior knows Nagano, the greatest Ninja Warrior!  So his name is "Nagano". =)  Lastly is our Maple, of course from Canada!  Who else is from Canada? Geddy Lee!  So of course, our Maple is named "Geddy Tree"!  Commit those to memory there will be a test later. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm off now to sleep or at least completely veg out and do nearly nothing until i feel better.  Master was better within a couple days.  i am hoping the same for me cause this is the pits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-1503994067838188965?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1503994067838188965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=1503994067838188965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1503994067838188965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1503994067838188965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/07/choochoo-splat.html' title='Choochoo, splat.'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-3555492133473245181</id><published>2011-07-09T13:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T14:57:26.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Scandalous</title><content type='html'>This week has been super hot and for some reason the last few weeks i just haven't been able to shake this feeling of "the tireds".  i don't know if i would say it's exhaustion, on and off i could call it that maybe, but i have zero endurance and it had gotten to the point where i was worried.  Worried enough to go to the doctor about it.  i really don't like those random doctor appointments because nine times out of ten they are worthless, not because of the physicians inability or incompetence it's just that typically things with me are vague like my headaches.  But i needed refills on rx's anyway, so it was a good time to go.  So i made an appointment.  i was right, my doctor said that people are in his office all the time saying that they are tired.  Naturally i felt like an idiot because i couldn't give him anything to go on really and i knew it was a waste of time.  He said that he would do some blood work but was fairly sure that it wouldn't really show anything.  As was i, i figured everything would come back normal and it did, pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one glaring exception.  my kidneys are at 57% function due to my blood pressure being out of whack for so long. my doctor said that i can get some of it back, it was a short phone call so i'm not sure how much can be restored. Anyone who hasn't read my blog wouldn't know that my Mom just passed away about 4 and 1/2 years ago from renal failure.  Master's Mom is also having very serious kidney trouble and dialysis will be sooner than later for her.  i've been spending some time with her this week as well, reading up on menus, learning about tests and how to accurately read results so i can be a good resource for her and now this.  Master and i don't want to hear anything from the doctor about a bad kidney report.  i know that hydrating alone will really help. It's not all that simple but it's certainly important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday Master and i planned a long work day, He had a haircut scheduled and we were going to finish our work at the church.  After that He and i were planning on going to work on the deck, just the two of us because His parents were gone.  It was very hot outside but we'd planned ahead and as always had lots of water but not only did we have water, i brought grapes and we stopped for a very light lunch.  This is something we almost never ever do.  We'll go all day working and never eat and that's simply not an exaggeration.  If we start working at 2pm often times our first morsel of food won't be until 10pm. Yesterday was better, it was.  We had our grapes and each had a taco.  i know i wasn't sick by the time we ate, i was exhausted and i know Master was but that's just because we worked our lil tails off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 90-95 yesterday so it wasn't killer hot but it was hot enough.  When the sun came out it seemed like it was 110 and i wore my regular clothing to work in.  The way it works is that i get dressed in my regular clothing until or unless Master says, it's too hot, put on "this".  So i put on my girdle, bra underneath, panties because it's my time of the month, stockings and long skirt with a blouse and we went to work cutting lumber.  We set up a fan in the garage pointed at the saw and Master measured and cut the wood and i hauled it out to the deck.  Each piece of wood was about 16 pounds maybe after it was cut, i think?  So not bad at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour or so of hauling lumber i did go inside and remove my girdle and stockings with Master's say so of course.  i wish there was a way to wear a girdle sometimes, without the stockings.  The only part of me that was truly uncomfortably hot were my legs.  Master said to me after i came back outside, "you were out here hauling lumber in a girdle in stockings! That's just scandalous!"  my reply back to him: "What's scandalous is that i'm out here right now without a girdle and stockings, THAT is scandalous!!". =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Master and i are home for two whole days in a row!  We're excited!  We have lots of things planned and outside work to be done and i have laundry and cleaning to do.  All of which we'll do about a quarter of, but our intentions are good!  We just haven't had time to catch our breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-3555492133473245181?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3555492133473245181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=3555492133473245181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3555492133473245181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3555492133473245181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-scandalous.html' title='Just Scandalous'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-8171908913389377156</id><published>2011-07-05T14:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:06:16.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Most masochists derive a great deal of sexual satisfaction from being chained, restrained, beaten and abused. You willingly torerate it but you don't really seem to enjoy it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;When Master and i first got together i really knew nothing about bondage and to this day i definitely say i'm not a pain slut.  Neither Master nor i are really into the pain aspect of the lifestyle but He enjoys giving a really good spanking once in a while and of course i will endure whatever punishment i have coming to me.  Reason being naturally is because it's important to me to endure whatever He wants to put me through, no matter how difficult it is. i trust Him that He'll push my limits and He knows when to stop and when enough is enough.  What i do enjoy is knowing that i've pleased Master and if He believes that i should be beaten or spanked for some reason and i tolerate it for Him, and He is pleased with me, then i most certainly get enjoyment out of that.  =)  It might not be the sexual satisfaction you're talking about, it's more from a service standpoint.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the time that Master and i have been together i have grown to enjoy some forms of bondage.  Like i mentioned, when we first got together i was really a novice and knew nothing so everything i know now, i've had to learn to love.  i love the peacefulness that comes with being totally bound and helpless.  Knowing that there is nothing that i can do until He decides to allow me my freedom.  There is total peace in that, there is little worry because He has taken all my cares away at that point.  It's not easy for me to let go but once i have, then i can really relax.  i love the box that He's built for me, the solitude that it provides and the total darkness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure i would say that bondage isn't a sexual turn on for me because i'm not a masochist but i do love the helplessness and complete control He has over me.  (Which seems almost redundant, when He already has that without the binds!).  There is definitely a sense of excitement  when the timing is right.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the great question!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/MDstreasure?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-8171908913389377156?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8171908913389377156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=8171908913389377156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8171908913389377156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8171908913389377156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/07/most-masochists-derive-great-deal-of.html' title='Most masochists derive a great deal of sexual satisfaction from being chained, restrained, beaten and abused. You willingly torerate it but you don&amp;#39;t really seem to enjoy it.'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-8509092524584230191</id><published>2011-07-03T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:21:21.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!</title><content type='html'>It seems like these last few days have been so busy.  As soon as we try to get something done here at the house something comes up at Master's parents house and we end up doing stuff for them.  It's a never ending thing.  We need to work here and they need work done there.  There literally aren't enough hours in the day lately and we aren't spending our time wisely enough! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time i fall into bed at night i'm so tired i want to watch TV for a while but my eyes will barely let me.  i'm hoping that tomorrow Master and i will be able to get a couple more trees planted that we bought before we have to be to His parents house.  Master promised to take His Mom to watch the parade tomorrow evening.  Seeing that her foot is broken she'll need to go in the wheel chair and it won't be as easy for Master's Dad so we're going to be sure she gets there to watch it.  Then we'll all come here to grill out for supper, assuming of course it's nice out and it's not going to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i helped Master today work on their deck and it's really taking shape.  He's nearly done with the framing and it's all but ready for the decking.  i think it's going pretty fast but i'm just the grunt worker!  What do i know?  haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's almost time to collapse into bed and maybe watch a little TV for the night, at least i hope so!  i hope everyone is having a great 4th of July weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-8509092524584230191?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8509092524584230191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=8509092524584230191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8509092524584230191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8509092524584230191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-821644816606588634</id><published>2011-06-30T13:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T13:54:28.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzzing treasure</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Master and i had to go to pick up a tree that i'd spent the entire day on Monday calling all over for trying to find.  Apparently the pink Dogwood tree is a hot commodity in this area.  i found two, one for $69.95 on sale for 30% off and another for a cool $199.95.  You pick.  Oh and before any of your wheels start turning, they were the same age tree, same root size, same height.  Crazy huh?  So they would only hold the tree for 24 hours and we were really on a time crunch to get up there and get that tree.  Master and i started out of town to get the tree and stopped for gas.  The van has been acting a little weird but it's been okay for the last many days and we were sure it would be okay to take out of town.   We stopped for gas and it was acting weird, Master ran to the bank and figured out the hard way that the ignition switch has partially broken.  He drove it all the way home holding the ignition switch in the "on" position while i change gears (it's an automatic) a couple times.  Good times!  Thank goodness Master's parents just happened to be in the city where we needed to pick up our tree *with* their van at the exact same time!!!! What a piece "o" luck!  We hopped in our car and raced up there to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Master and i had planned this long leisurely day of tree shopping, going to the casino for a relaxing dinner and a tiny bit of gambling.  We're not gamblers at all, i took in a $20 and we brought out $11!  i think we played on that same $20 for three hours.  So Master decided He'd have fun with me yesterday.  He gave me a remote controlled vibrator yesterday.  It's like a bullet only of course large enough to fit batteries.  You just insert it and away you go!  i'm not normally allowed to wear panties but yesterday was an exception to allow me to hold the vibrator in, all day.  He did make me wear it from the minute we left the house which was about 2pm, maybe before that.  Until we got home, which was about 1am.  It fell out each time i used the bathroom and for me, yesterday was almost none.  i think i went three times, maybe four.  So each time i just had to reinsert it, but it got easier once i remembered how.  When He first turned it on was when we were in the bank.  At very first i thought my stomach was rumbling, that was my immediate thought.  Then i remembered it was in and of course it kept going.  There are many different settings but there's no way for Him to know what setting it's on at any given time.  What was funny to me was that He would turn it on and walk away for ages.  i mean ages, 15  minutes or so and just leave it going.  He left it running during dinner while His parents were with us and there was nothing i could say, not that i could ask Him to turn it off, i just had to eat dinner with it running the whole time.  To me, it was very loud, Master said He couldn't hear it.  i wasn't sure how that was possible because it was so loud.  Of course it could have been explained as a phone on vibrate, but not for that long! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're having an early 4th of July so i guess we're have a "1st of July".  Lame.  That leaves part of the weekend open though, so i guess that's good.  i have to get the pool cleaned cause it's getting hot and i wanna get in.  It hasn't even been nice enough here to use it.  Now it's plenty hot to use it for the first time this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone is having a good Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-821644816606588634?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/821644816606588634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=821644816606588634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/821644816606588634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/821644816606588634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/06/buzzing-treasure.html' title='Buzzing treasure'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-1895271979442427308</id><published>2011-06-26T14:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:35:34.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just my life</title><content type='html'>i was in the kitchen just now, straightening up, cleaning out the dishwasher, making brownies for tonight's supper, just general puttering.  i put my dirty dishes in the sink from my brownie mess and then realized that i was going to have to wait for Master before i could do the dishes.  i still had the leather wrist cuffs on and doing dishes and taking a shower are just about the only two things i can't do with these things on.  i made cookies in them once and that was a bad idea so i suppose i should add that to the list.  They still have some dough in one of the slots that i just can not get out.  It's the tiniest amount but, still, it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i thought, last night we were watching TV and i hopped up to go potty, mostly i was thirsty, after a movie, only to spring back like a shot.  i forgot i was on Master's leash, a very short one.  i'd been on it all night and lately it's not uncommon for Him to tether me to the bed while we're watching TV.  i had just forgotten.  i asked Master if i could get up to go potty and He sort of ignored me and went to use the bathroom Himself, saying to Himself ohhh what a wonderfulllll relieffff it was to go to the bathroom aaaaaahhhhh.  Leaving me leashed up to the bed.  ha. ha. ha.  He's hilarious.  i said i don't have to go that bad, i'm THIRSTY, "oh would you like some urine?" Again, ha. ha. ha. Oh the hilarity that is my Master... rofl. *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo there it is, cuffed, doing humdrum chores, leashed, watching movies.  i do everything everyone else does there is just a twist to it and oh boy is He twisted! HAHA, no rofl that's not what i meant... Everything i do, every minute of the day is done under His thumb.  The crazy thing about it is some times i can be in wrist cuffs or on a leash and it seems perfectly normal to me, it's just my life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-1895271979442427308?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1895271979442427308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=1895271979442427308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1895271979442427308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1895271979442427308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-just-my-life.html' title='It&apos;s just my life'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-1077912583472373192</id><published>2011-06-25T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:50:25.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Formspring Question:</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span class="single_a_q" rel="question"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You say you both work  in the church. Don't you find it awkward wearing the girdle, the  stockings, the collar and the fetish shoes to the church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;We do work in a church.  The fact is, i wear the same clothing no matter  wear i am.  The girdle i wear, nor do the stockings show through my  garments.  i also wear a slip so i am fairly careful.  The shoes i wear  depend on the situation, i wouldn't ever wear something that would be  considered blasphemous to the church.  my daily wear shoes aren't really  anything i would consider fetish wear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regularly, i wear sandals, wedges, pumps, Mary Jane's you name it.  They  just happen to be out of the norm for the average woman in our area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that might be a point interest would be the collar.  If we  were careless and i went into public in Master's leather collar then  yes, i believe that it might be quite awkward.  During the winter  months, i wear a turtle neck shirt nearly every day just for this  reason.  This way i'm able to leave the house, donning the leather  collar and no one is wiser.  During the summer months, Master uses the  eternity collar much of the time.  It passes for a necklace quite easily  and it's something i can hop in and out of the pool in, without having  to hassle Him with! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as no one would see me with a collar on, no, i wouldn't feel the  least bit odd wearing Master's collar inside the church i am Master's  slave in every location, inside and outside of God's house.  i love God  whether i am in His house or not why should i feel awkward doing  something in His house that He already knows i do, if i'm in His house  or in my Master's house?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-1077912583472373192?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1077912583472373192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=1077912583472373192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1077912583472373192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1077912583472373192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/06/formspring-question.html' title='Formspring Question:'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-109144645722082955</id><published>2011-06-23T17:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T18:08:47.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooooops!</title><content type='html'>In most every situation, Master's family refers to His Mom for even the smallest decision.  Not because she makes the best ones, but because it's always the easiest for everyone involved.  Master's Mom might be called by some, hard headed.  No one (except Master) stands up to her, least of all Master's Dad and no one (except Master) ever argues with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all having been said, just this once, because it was Father's Day, she (told) Master's Dad to choose a place to eat.  Anywhere he wanted to go, anywhere at all!  He choose the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; place that i just can't eat, it makes me sick, all of their food, the way they fry it, makes me sick for days.  They don't offer anything that isn't fried either.  So that was out! =(  The second place he chose was fine and we headed off there.  We got there, they pulled up and Master had run inside already.  i was waiting on the curb for His parents, when they pulled up and said, we (Master's Mom) changed our minds! We're going out of town to a better place!  Master's Dad didn't get to choose after all, SHE chose the place, a further drive, much more expensive place, at that!  For FATHERS Day! hahahaha!!! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we go!  This place was about 45 minutes away and it was a really nice day so we were all fine with it, it's just ironic that she told Master's Dad to chose and she ended up picking after all.  We get there and Master and i are fiddling around at the car and His parents go on ahead.  Master's Dad isn't the most careful person and He doesn't look after her very well.  She had some pretty serious vision issues as of late and all but lost vision in one eye.  She missed the curb and went down on one knee and twisted her foot.  Just as Master and i turned the corner of the van we saw her getting up with the help of others and we scooted over there.  If they had just waited for us!  If she had just let him choose the restaurant!  She was walking on it but she said it was sore, but fine.  As the day progressed, it became more sore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you guessed it.  It's broken.  She's got a dancers break, broken in several places even.  Thank goodness she doesn't have to have surgery.  A few years ago she was kicked by my sister-in-laws horse and had the worst ankle break you can get.  She hasn't been the same since.  She's able to walk on it and she doesn't even have a cast.  It's just crazy how things work out, isn't it?  She's very blessed actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master is building them a deck and because He's still working out the plans, He changed them quite a bit to make sure she can roll right out the front door with no threshold bump.  There may also be a ramp added in the future, either by Master or a cement contractor.  When she broke her ankle Master and His Dad had to build a ramp in a day or they wouldn't let her come home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master let me stay home today.  With all that's been going on, the last few weeks, i am worn out.  Even staying home today i found myself working around the house all day.  No matter what though i didn't seem to make a dent.  i changed the sheets and did some laundry but i still feel far behind.  At least i'm not as far behind as i was! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that i want to do, i just have to take it one day at a time.  i told Master and i can't keep this up, this constant running cause i have to drag my head along!  He said, you're right, I can just put My head on a shelf"... /sigh that's not what i meant!!! haha i was talking about the pain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope all is well in blogland! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-109144645722082955?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/109144645722082955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=109144645722082955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/109144645722082955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/109144645722082955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/06/oooooops.html' title='Oooooops!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-2774915108231342280</id><published>2011-06-18T13:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:08:24.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>Master and i have had yet another very busy week.  Yesterday when i got up i hit the floor running and i sat down about 7:30pm.  We had His family over for His Mom's birthday and for Father's Day.  Rain threatened all afternoon but we ended up having a really nice night and only came inside when Master's Mom got a little crabby about being outside, for some reason haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left around midnight after we had cake and ice cream and all the presents were unwrapped and everyone was so stuffed they could hardly walk!  That's one thing about Master, He can't boil water to save His soul but He does have some grilling skillz!  It's only been in the past few years that He's taken and interest in grilling and last night was an epic win in my book.  We tried a new corn on the cob, grilling recipe that turned out amazing.  He also grilled Iowa Pork Chops, ya know, those super thick chops that are actually called, Iowa Chops??  haha, i'm not just sayin that cause we live here! =p  i had the best pork chop i've EVER had last night, o. m. gosh! =)  Everyone was saying how terrific everything was, not just me! Well except Master, He doesn't really like chops! lol pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing was after everyone left we were just exhausted.  Something is wrong with my ankle and it's swollen, it was hurting so badly i wasn't able to go to sleep.  This isn't the first time this has happened, i even had it way up in the air and took some ibuprophen.  So yeah i don't know what's wrong it's just bad and still swollen today.  i twisted it when we were in Chicago and it hasn't been exactly right since then, it is sore every night but last night was by far the worst i've ever seen it, or felt it.  Master gets really super tired of hearing about my aches and pains, i don't ever blame Him for being sick of it.  Being sick of it is one thing, being angry i guess i don't understand but everything is relative and i don't know how i would react in His shoes.  i might be angry as well, i try very hard not to let things affect how i serve Him although i know they do, to a point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have the day to recoup, i'm hoping i'll be better tomorrow.  We have to go to church for the Pastors last Sunday.  She's retiring and we're getting a new Pastor.  This is kind of a big deal to us seeing that we work at the church so we're getting a new "boss".  We just want to go to her last service because she's been great to us.  After church we're going to do some shopping for Master's parents deck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm off here now to go to probably not very much, or at least whatever He says we're going to do.  i hope it's not much! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-2774915108231342280?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2774915108231342280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=2774915108231342280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2774915108231342280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2774915108231342280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/06/lazy-saturday.html' title='Lazy Saturday'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-4664228781130769330</id><published>2011-06-13T13:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:09:12.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White Heat Double Delights</title><content type='html'>Master and i had a good time Saturday night testing our latest &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/"&gt;Adult Toy&lt;/a&gt; from EdenFantasys!  This toy was the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/white-heat-delights-medium"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Heat Double Delights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  EdenFantasys gives this toy 4 out of 5 vrooms and it definitely delivers every vroom they give it.  It's not a large vibrator so by the look of it you wouldn't think that it would pack such a punch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5830101832/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2480/5830101832_1bfaba837f_b_d.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The White Heat might make you think of a rabbit vibrator, without the ears!  What i really liked about this one however was that there were no ears!  The ears on the rabbits aren't quite as strong as the clitoris stimulator in comparison to the White Heat!  If you're looking for pure power inside and out, this is a great choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also really enjoyed the fact that the White Heat insertable part was actually quite small,  where some people might look at that and be turned off, i thought of it as a real positive.  The small size of the insertable accentuated the clitoris stimulator.  Being closer to the surface made them work really well together and there was so much going on that it was tough for me to not cum when Master told me i wasn't allowed to yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5830103146/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5114/5830103146_20dc223df2_b_d.jpg" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If there was anything that i would caution about it would be the on/off switch.  There isn't much definition between off and on and the switch glides easily from the off to the on position.  It's really a plus during play but could be a negative for storage.  i would suggest removing the batteries for storage so your toy isn't accidentally left in the "on" position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insertable is ribbed and there's a real sensation of the ribbing once completely inserted.  i was surprised that i was able to feel it as much as i was.  i was ready to cum way before Master was ready to allow me to cum, that's for sure.  It was a real job to hold off and once He allowed me to let go, it was a terrific release!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the White Heat Double Delights was terrific fun to test and i would certainly recommend this toy to anyone who enjoys a &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/"&gt;rabbit vibrator&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5829554387/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/5829554387_1f73c4fa6c_b_d.jpg" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-4664228781130769330?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4664228781130769330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=4664228781130769330' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4664228781130769330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4664228781130769330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/06/white-heat-double-delights.html' title='White Heat Double Delights'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-7934263376612937822</id><published>2011-06-11T17:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T14:56:46.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am not a slave</title><content type='html'>i am a slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when He allows me to stay home and sleep, i am still a slave.  i am a slave to Him no matter where He is or what i am doing.  i am a slave who plans her day to a *t*. i am the same slave  who is told that she will do something entirely different than what she planned for herself.  i am a slave who shuts up and does what the Master plans instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also the slave who just for a minute says "but, but", i am the slave who still hasn't learned to shut up soon enough. i am a slave who will someday learn to say Yes Master and mean it, every time, no matter what.  i believe in that slave, i know i will become her.  She's inside me, that slave is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a slave who is easily wounded and not does not quickly bounce back from a scolding.  i am a slave who loves fiercely and forgives entirely.  i am a slave who needs her Master more than she should at times, i am the slave who needs to feel her Masters tight grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a slave who will become everything her Master desires, i will always be pliable and ever changing.  There is nothing i won't become for Him, i am the slave who wears her Master's collar, His wedding rings and His flesh rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a slave who will never stop making mistakes nor will i ever stop trying to improve for Him.  i will fall and i will know He'll be there to pick me up.  i will be there for Him as i am a slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am His slave&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/4996353097/in/photostream" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4124/4996353097_7d2719a9dc_b_d.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-7934263376612937822?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/7934263376612937822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=7934263376612937822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7934263376612937822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/7934263376612937822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-not-slave.html' title='i am not a slave'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-2075696354208036182</id><published>2011-06-07T14:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:33:17.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Or Not To Be</title><content type='html'>i have a Fetlife account but i am more of a browser than anything.  i do post pictures and post on threads occasionally but more often than not, i just read the threads and answer emails that i get.  There has been an ongoing thread on collars that i just can't get out of my mind.  It really gnaws at me, so i'm going to post here about because i don't think my opinion would be widely accepted there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic speaks about people wearing their collars 24 hours a day 7 days a week.  There have been an innumerable amount of post from people chiming in how they too, never take off their collars.  Never.  Not even in public, not for the shower, not at family gatherings, not for the doctor unless there will be an x-ray, never, not once.  Okay great.  So you go to their profile pictures, out of 30 or so pictures, they are wearing a collar in 3 pictures.  This is consistent throughout the thread.  i don't care of you do or don't wear your collar a minute of the day or you have it tattooed to your cornea, but WHY LIE?  Seriously, why?  Then post pictures where clearly, people can tell they aren't wearing a collar 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wear a collar as much as possible.  i change from the leather to the shower collar and getting out again.  If i'm not wearing the eternity collar, that is.  If we're out in public and i happen to be wearing the leather collar and i am not wearing a turtle neck then i'll be without a collar.  There are times when i'll be in the house, if Master's parents are here, without a collar.  Those times are rare.  i believe i even have a picture on FetLife without a collar, i asked Master to take a pic of me in my new apron, to share with my sister.  It does happen, again, it's rare.  To make those blanket statements, i never go without a collar, then show all those pics never wearing one... hmm.  It bothers me, obviously! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when Master and i were in Chicago, we were in an unfamiliar store, looking for ice.  We were ready to check out and i pointed to checker that *i* thought was open and available.  Master said no and once again *i* motioned for Him to go to her isle.  He said again, for a second time, NO.  In a quiet voice but, never the less, He had to say it twice.  What i didn't realize was that there was a lady who was also going to that isle, she was ahead of us and Master was allowing her to go there first.  i was "taking charge" of a situation that Master had well in hand.  When we came out of the store Master explain that it was an example of me not following Him instead of just "being".  After sitting quietly for a while and thinking about it, i explained to Him that i am afraid that if i continuously just be, i will forget how to act independently of Him.  It's such a fine line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the situation of the supermarket, i was clearly over the line, i should always follow His lead.  Sometimes i think that He may or may not see something that He is clearly capable of seeing.  In other cases i am afraid that if i get so used to just being and allow Him to do everything all the time for me, i will become way too dependent.  i am still perfectly able to handle some business transactions, again there is a such a fine line when learning to completely follow Him at all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes He doesn't want me to think ahead and other times He needs me to think on my feet and be quick, it can be nearly impossible to say when which time is which.  It all comes with learning how to be His perfect slave and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting so much done outside and working in the heat, it's totally exhausting.  We were wiped out last night when we came inside.  It's a good feeling though and we both need the exercise.  It's just so stinking hot out there that we really need to be careful, Master will work in the heat till i holler or throw water at Him! lol!  We don't have much or any, shade in the back yard so there's just bright sun out there! bleh!  We are avoiding getting back out there now, so i better get at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-2075696354208036182?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/2075696354208036182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=2075696354208036182' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2075696354208036182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/2075696354208036182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To Be Or Not To Be'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-6286701416788444130</id><published>2011-06-07T13:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T13:47:10.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you always have all the dumb? Why don't you ever share?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;A Formspring question from The Master:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Whoe sayd i wuz dum?  Yoo arr confuzzing me with summbudde ellse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/MDstreasure?utm_medium=social&amp;amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/MDstreasure?utm_medium=social&amp;amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-6286701416788444130?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6286701416788444130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=6286701416788444130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6286701416788444130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6286701416788444130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-do-you-always-have-all-dumb-why-don.html' title='Why do you always have all the dumb? Why don&amp;#39;t you ever share?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-3655236173670467064</id><published>2011-06-05T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:15:40.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post from the fire</title><content type='html'>For us, it's been a busy week.  For me, it's been a crazy busy week.  i don't really do busy very well.  i get tired fast and i don't handle being on the go very well.  It's been all good stuff but just very exhausting, none the less.  We've been so busy that i nearly didn't get this post in on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and i are actually outside having a bonfire right now and He's allowed me to make my blog post for the week, out here, on the lap top.  i have to say, i've never blogged outside at night before.  i'm happy He's allowing me to make my post, otherwise i would be in trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a beautiful week for weather and we have been able to spend lots of time outside doing yard work and working on the pool.  We went to a craft fair another day and today we took His Mom to a party that she wanted to attend but was unable to drive to.  i was happy we were able to take her, it was a nice party i would have felt bad for her to miss it.  It was a 100th birthday, geez, i can't even imagine, 100 years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say congratulations to luna and her Master.  Yesterday was the big day for them!  Their long awaited wedding day and i hope that everything went as planned.  Best wishes to the both of you from Master and i!!!  i hope you had a terrific day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better scoot off of here as Master has been so gracious to let me make my entry i shouldn't take advantage of His patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-3655236173670467064?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3655236173670467064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=3655236173670467064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3655236173670467064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3655236173670467064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/06/post-from-fire.html' title='Post from the fire'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-3621979204046932946</id><published>2011-06-01T13:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T16:00:26.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' Leather</title><content type='html'>So Master and i decided (finally) to go ahead and take an over night trip into Chicago.  The main thing we wanted to do was visit the vending area for the &lt;a href="http://www.imrl.com/"&gt;International Mr. Leather&lt;/a&gt;.  As i mentioned they have one of the largest leather/fetish vending areas that you'll ever find.  So while this is a gay event, there were a few hetero couples there, but very few, hahaha.  The most amazing thing about this statistic is this; we could have felt totally out of place and uncomfortable but i never did, not for a second.  Everyone was incredibly polite, they spoke to us and a few people even commented on my shoes.  We felt more at home in this fetish community than in our home town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5787390645/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/5787390645_c23bb46c4e_b_d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Master took one of the collars that He has for me to the fair.  He's been wanting to get it resized for a long time and He knew the vendors would be there.  Seeing that He's been unable to contact them via email, He knew the fair would be a great chance to ask them about it.  When He took the collar out of the bag He said "My collar is too large" of course, right?  It is HIS collar.  So the guy went to measure it, he started to put the collar on Master!!! HAHAHAHA!  Immediately we both said, OH WAIT, No!  But then we realized it was our fault, so as not to embarrass the guy.  hehehe too funny!! =p  i was already wearing the eternity collar, perhaps the vendor didn't notice it or just because Master said it was His collar! lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the area for a long time, there was so much to see, nothing really that you can't see on line as far as vending stuff goes.  There was spanking bench and an awesome bondage table.  They also did a vacuum scene and at the very end of the day they demonstrated the spanking bench!!  Oh wow, i felt bad for that guy.  He was up on a stage on the bench, i'm not sure if there was a dynamic between the spanker and the spankee or not, but wow was his back end R E D.  He used a couple different items to spank him with.  When we were walking away he picked up this very long 1 x 3, painted yellow.  We could hear his cries from isles away and it's a huge place with tons of noise and hundreds if not thousands of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5787946660/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5107/5787946660_ca8069d972_b_d.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before we were allowed to go in, we had to register and sign papers.  Papers saying that we will be seeing half naked people.  This was not a joke lol.  There weren't any bare fronts that i saw, just a lot of bare back sides.  The best part of this event was how open and free everyone was allowed to be, i loved that about it.  The first people we met were in the parking garage and they were as turned around as we were trying to get to the event, the signage sucked.  The very first people we met complimented me on my shoes!  We got off the elevator and the guy coming off the elevator said, "oh wow he's right, those are awesome shoes".  Everyone was like that, just as friendly as you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we had finally exhausted the vending area and Master bought an implement of torture, we decided on pizza!  &lt;a href="http://www.giordanos.com/"&gt;Giordano's pizza!&lt;/a&gt; If you ever get to Chicago, there are two places to go for pizza.  UNO's and Giordano's.  It's a rivalry.  i like both. If i had to choose, i would choose UNO's, but Giordano's is unbelievable!!!  Master hasn't ever had UNO's, they are two totally different pizzas and both i think are incredible.  We had a great time and there's just something about being downtown.  We both love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5787947836/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2234/5787947836_2a7f23abaa_b_d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monday we were going to go to the zoo, but it didn't work out.  We went and visited my nephew at his new job instead.  He just moved down there and he's managing a cigar shop.  He's got his dream job, living a mile away from the shop.  He's living his dream and it's awesome for him and his girl.  i wish we would have been able to see his new apartment, but that's okay.  i was super happy to see the shop and just be downtown.  We definitely had some hiccups with traffic and parking and weather.  Sunday's weather was crap but Monday was gorgeous.  i think if we could do it over again we'd stay out north and take the train lol.  Parking sucks!! $46 on parking/cabs in two days, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i loved it, if i had a choice, i would live down there, with no car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone had a good Memorial Day weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-3621979204046932946?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3621979204046932946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=3621979204046932946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3621979204046932946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3621979204046932946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/06/lovin-leather.html' title='Lovin&apos; Leather'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-3087742650395444811</id><published>2011-05-29T00:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T01:19:39.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Get Away</title><content type='html'>We finally decided that we're going to go away tomorrow to Mr. Leather.  Master has been looking forward to going for a long time and i think it'll be fun.  It's supposed to be a huge fetish vending area and i'm sure i'll be great.   There will be tons of kinksters there and walking through the vending area will be really neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to get up really early cause it's a four hour drive for us and we want to make it worth the trip.  i think we might end up going to the zoo on Monday so it should be a good weekend.  It's supposed to rain all day tomorrow but we'll be inside all day tomorrow so better tomorrow than when we're planning on being outside all day Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that at these events there are a lot of people dressed in fetish wear.  i just wonder how Master will have me dressed.  i don't know if He'll put cuffs or a leash on me or what He'll do.  i have my outfit set out but He hasn't told me what else He'll be putting on me, i'm sure He won't tell me until we're there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had even a short weekend get away for a long time, this will be nice for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone is having a good Memorial Day weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-3087742650395444811?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3087742650395444811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=3087742650395444811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3087742650395444811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3087742650395444811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/05/quick-get-away.html' title='Quick Get Away'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-8817923642890246529</id><published>2011-05-27T15:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:40:26.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Toy!</title><content type='html'>Onward with the kink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 6 is;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Describe your weirdest/most interesting sexual fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have often wondered if i'm just not imaginative enough or if i'm just boring.  i don't have these amazing fantasies where a man on a white horse comes and sweeps me off my feet and sticks forks in them (my feet) and then wacks off on a hair brush in front of me just for good measure.  i've never had anything in particular that was just plain weird.  It's not that i'm not open to just about anything and everything, i just don't have tons of fantasies or dreams.  i've never even had a wet dream where i know just about everyone does at some point of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main fantasy i have or the thing that will get to me more than anything is to think about Master.  i can't even "cheat" on Master in fantasy land if i wanted to.  i'm not just saying that because i would think i would get in trouble, because i wouldn't, i think Master would think it's healthy for me to fantasize.  Master is the One that i think about, i have to in order to have an orgasm, that's the way it's been since we got together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 7; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What’s your favorite toy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a lot of toys.  i don't know if we have more than most, but we have lots.  A few years ago, Master finally bought His dream toy.  He bought a Sybian.  Now while i really do love it, we don't really get the use out of it that we should.  It's an amazing machine and if you've ever heard anything about one, yes it really is everything that everyone says it is.  If you've ever heard anyone say once you start you can't stop, it's true.  Even if you're not a multiple orgasm person (i'm not) once you start and you're on a Sybian, once you're on this and you start, you won't be able to stop until someone turns it off for you or you have the forethought to have the controller in your hand before you begin.  This is not an exaggeration.  i was a non believer until i took my first ride. =)  They are worth every penny, it's the most expensive toy we'll probably ever buy, but it is amazing.  That having been said, i don't think i would say it's my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have to join the masses and say that the Hitatchi Magic Wand has cornered the market for being a favorite.  It just does everything you need it to do when you need it to do it.  It's affordable and light and powerful (no where near as powerful as the sybian, of course).  The other great thing about the Hitachi is that it's amazingly quiet where the Sybian sounds like a lawn mower when it's at it's highest speeds.  i'm really not making that up, it's incredibly loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to have to assume, this question was related to a sex toy, so those are my answers for "sex toys".  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and i are still thinking about going to Mr. Leather this weekend in Chicago.  We only have a few more hours to make up our (His) mind. hehe  i'm not sure if we're going or not really.  It being Memorial weekend the traffic will be awful and it's a long way to go just for an over night.  We are looking forward to the vending and such but it seems like a bit of a hassle just for a few short hours away.  i am torn myself, i would like to go away for a weekend but i'm not sure if i want to go to Chicago on such a busy weekend.  eh... /shrug hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we're going to Master's sister's house for a cookout, but from the looks of things outside, it might be a cook-in.  Looks like it might rain again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better scoot off here and get ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-8817923642890246529?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/8817923642890246529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=8817923642890246529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8817923642890246529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/8817923642890246529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/05/favorite-toy.html' title='Favorite Toy!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-6233877353783527192</id><published>2011-05-22T16:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T17:42:43.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Well we're all here to see another day.  Master was a little disappointed because now we have to clean up after our yard sale!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was really busy and it seemed as though we were running the entire week.  We were just headed out the door to the store and Master put the breaks on and said that there weren't just tornado watches throughout the area, there were also warnings in the area.  We can't go out in that kind of weather, even in they aren't in our immediate area.  So here we sit, waiting for things to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master and i have been talking about going to Chicago this coming weekend to International Mr. Leather.  It's primarily a gay event and that doesn't matter to us, one way or the other, it's the vendors that we want to go for and it's all very fetishy and that does matter to us!!! It sounds like it could be a blast.  It's about a four hour drive for us and while we could do it in a day trip it would be a very long day and wouldn't be as much fun.  The best way would be to spend the night.  That makes it considerably more expensive.  With gas being a ten dollars for an eye dropper full, that limits our traveling a bit, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master hasn't totally ruled it out though, we still may go, it would be a good time, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for me.  i need to get this posted.  i'm posting between storms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-6233877353783527192?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6233877353783527192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=6233877353783527192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6233877353783527192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6233877353783527192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/05/stormy-sunday.html' title='Stormy Sunday'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-4941390606458831617</id><published>2011-05-21T14:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T13:40:50.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Kinky Stuff</title><content type='html'>Number 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any early experiences that, in retrospect, hint at your kinks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is really just a "no".  That i remember anyway.  i'm sure if we were to dissect anyone's childhoods we'd come up with kinky things all over the place.  For me though i just don't see anything in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What was your first kinky sexual experience?  If you haven’t had one yet, talk about what you hope to have happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to have to go right to Master on this.  There may have been few minor things before the one i'll mention but this is the one that really sticks out in my memory.  He took me into the TV room in the basement and as i've mentioned before i was quite green when it came to all things bondage, so i had no idea what i was in for, but i was also open to just about anything.  He told me that i should expect to 'be uncomfortable' but that was all He told me.  He tested the range of motion on my arms and pulled rather hard on my shoulders and i really wasn't sure what was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had laid out a quilt on the floor and told me to lie down.  i'm pretty sure He blindfolded me right away, He relishes the element of surprise lol.  i heard lots of jingling and really wasn't sure what He had.  Soon enough He told me to put my arms behind my back and He started to place the armbinders on me.  my memory is poor and it's been almost ten years ago, but i believe i had never seen them before.  Never having seen them, not knowing what was happening, it was all very surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/378883226/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/132/378883226_4dd387af86_o_d.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once the binders were on, He tied the rope around my ankles and to the rings of the end of the binders, i held the hogtied position for quite a while, i of course had no reference for time.  Then He made it sound like He left the room, if only for a second.  i couldn't imagine He'd leave me there, then i realized, He'd only shut the door.  If i remember nothing else about that, i remember Him shutting the door and thinking He'd left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that position, on my stomach, back arched because i had no choice, the binders were pretty tight to my ankles, He sat on the floor in front of me.  i heard Him unzip His jeans.  i thought, there's no way, how can i do this?  i was so new to the lifestyle, i told myself, "figure it out, this is was you said you always wanted, it's put up or shut up".  i remember that very clearly like it was yesterday.  That was one of the best blow jobs i can remember ever giving Him because i had something to prove to Him and to me.  Even in the most compromising positions, i knew i had to prove to myself that this was truly what i needed for my life and to give everything i am to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even to this day, when my head is hurting and He wants to give me more breaks than i deserve and not have me give Him a blow job, i think of that night, "put up or shut up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had so many since then, but i think this was the first "kinky" experience i can think of. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-4941390606458831617?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4941390606458831617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=4941390606458831617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4941390606458831617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4941390606458831617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-kinky-stuff.html' title='More Kinky Stuff'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-4616149932875442252</id><published>2011-05-15T15:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:18:32.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 3</title><content type='html'>This last week was a very busy one!  Master and i worked all week preparing for a yard sale that we had yesterday.  It turned out that the weather wasn't very good for it at all.  As it was a city-wide yard sale, we're hoping that they allow for the rain date and run all the ads over again!  So we'll do it all over again next week end! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to number 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you know you were kinky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually not an easy one to answer.  i didn't have an "aha" moment really.  The very first dominant i talked to was certainly instrumental in getting the ball rolling.  He got me thinking about my submissive nature and he asked me questions i had never been asked before.  Until then i didn't know there was a word for it, i just thought that i liked rules and structure.  i believed that i enjoyed being looked after or dominated, as he put it, i didn't know that there was anything more to it.  So some of it would be due to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to give credit where it's due and had i not met him i may never have gotten into this lifestyle, he saw something that no one else did and he took the time to ask questions that no one else ever had.  That was more than eleven years ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i got with Master, that's when every other facet of this lifestyle became apparent and opened up to me.  i was really very green when we got together.  i believe that nearly everything "kinky" i've learned or learned that i've enjoyed has been introduced by Master.  i knew nothing about bondage, i had only heard of it.  i knew only about submission and dominance.  That was the extent of the BDSM lifestyle that i knew.  That's what i was drawn to, Master taught me that there was so much more and He taught me that there is a whole world of people out there, just like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did i know? i didn't know, i had to be told! Isn't that just like a slave?  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is interested, i started a new group on FetLife  &lt;a href="http://fetlife.com/groups/34046"&gt;Owned Ultra-Feminine Ladies&lt;/a&gt;.  It's not just for ladies, gentlemen are also encouraged to join.  Please read the rules and description.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-4616149932875442252?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/4616149932875442252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=4616149932875442252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4616149932875442252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/4616149932875442252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/05/number-3.html' title='Number 3'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-1862870618385733236</id><published>2011-05-09T19:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:27:44.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my Kinky self</title><content type='html'>Day 2: List your kinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hadn't guessed, i'm sure i won't get this whole list done in a matter of 30 days.  It might take me more or less than 30 days, depending on the questions.  i've never been much for conforming! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so listing my kinks.  i don't have a clue because to be perfectly honest, to someone who might be a little different like people in this lifestyle.  i know i don't think of myself as kinky or my interests as being all that out there.  i'm actually shocked to know how flabbergasted people are when they hear about my lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember showing my best friend when Master first had the nipple piercings done.  She said she couldn't wait to see them, then she about freaked when i showed her.  It was her idea, she wanted to see them and then she about fainted.  So i'm really not a good judge of what i think is kinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my interests are piercings and tattoos although Master hasn't decided where or when i'll have a tattoo.  i am more interested in piercings and love the ones that i have.  i love dressing as a lady and wearing foundation garments, stockings, heels, skirts and a slip every day.  i love being Master's bound slave girl in many different facets.  From wearing His collar, wrist and ankle cuffs to being completely bound or locked in the bNot only just wearing Master's collar, but being collared and everything  that it entails.  Master's control and ownership of me.   Not only just wearing Master's collar, but being collared and everything  that it entails, Master's control and ownership of me.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personal service to Master and being under His ultimate control is huge for me.  Learning new rules and having to be completely accountable to Him for everything is constantly a goal for me.  i know it's something that i'll never totally achieve to perfection but i want to be Master's perfect slave and always working on the rules He sets for me keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would pop over to Fetlife to see if there were any kinks listed on my profile to help me out with this list and really in a nutshell, i've listed lots here, only in bulk form.  i love traditionalism and the way the Man is King of His castle and i might have left out a couple random things, like masturbation or sensory deprivation.  i think the fact that i got a lot of them without even looking at FetLife, tells me that i must be fairly consistent with my likes and wants in this lifestyle! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for this one, unless i think of anything else!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-1862870618385733236?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1862870618385733236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=1862870618385733236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1862870618385733236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1862870618385733236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-kinky-self.html' title='my Kinky self'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-3442411936013276913</id><published>2011-05-07T16:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T19:07:55.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Kink</title><content type='html'>Day 1: Dom, sub, switch?  What parts of BDSM interest you?  Give us an interesting in-depth definition of what that means to you. Basically define your kinky self for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Master and i got together i would say that i was submissive.  It really wasn't long however, that Master took total control.  i think we both knew or at least hoped that  i was going to be the slave He had always wanted.  There was a defining moment when Master and i first started chatting on line.  Master told me what He'd had and then He told me what He'd always wanted.  He wasn't specific bit by bit, what He said was that He wanted someone who wanted to become completely His.  He wanted someone who was willing to be molded, He wanted an open book.  All i knew when i met Master was that i was a submissive and that i wanted someone to take control of me and my life.  i didn't really have all that many preconceived ideas of what i thought we as a couple were going to be.  i wasn't even sure what i thought our relationship was going to be like as a whole.  i was more focused on service where Master was more focused on my person, control and my transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we've worked toward all these years, Master has been molding me to be His perfect slave the entire time we've been together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defining my kinky self would be an impossibility because when i came to Master i was my own person, my own thoughts and my own opinions. What we've worked toward and what we've both wanted is to develop a life as one, a life together.  We've worked to build our life as a kinky, perverted, fetishy, couple.  Interests that are ours, not His, not mine but ours.  Now, i am an extension of Master and His interests and beliefs.  Not in totality, there is work to be done, there always will be but this will never stop being our goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my definition is "Master Dream's precious treasure".  i define myself by The One who owns me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-3442411936013276913?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3442411936013276913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=3442411936013276913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3442411936013276913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3442411936013276913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-days-of-kink.html' title='30 Days of Kink'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-3239148529598484049</id><published>2011-05-03T14:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:45:17.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit The G-Spot</title><content type='html'>Master and i were afforded a wonderful opportunity from &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/"&gt;EdenFantasys&lt;/a&gt;!  They sent us a terrific toy to play with and in the process Master was able to have fun doing a photo shoot of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5684827722/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5063/5684827722_aacd9af9a0_b_d.jpg" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5684258761/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5224/5684258761_15093428d5_b_d.jpg" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were excited about the chance because what slave girl doesn't want to play with toys any chance she gets, right? hahahaha  The &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/"&gt;vibrator&lt;/a&gt; they sent this time is called &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/g-spot-vibrators/moniques-vivid-dreams"&gt;Monique's vivid dreams&lt;/a&gt;, aptly named, i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had lots of different types of &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/"&gt;sex toys&lt;/a&gt; but this one was quite different because i've never had a g-spotter before.  &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/"&gt;EdenFantasys&lt;/a&gt; gives it "4 vrooms" and it really does stand up to every vroom they give it.  i loved the smooth contour of the head and it has a few raised swells at the very tip that hit juuuuuuuust the right spot.  The dial was sensitive to the touch but not too much so.  The only possible improvement that Master and i might mention about this would be the battery compartment, there is no indication as to which way the batteries are to be inserted.  On the plus side here, for having only two batteries, it's a nice even yet powerful feeling that pulses through you even after it's removed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master was very involved in the test run and i'm not allowed to orgasm without permission, even when it's in the name of product testing *grumbles*.  No matter what i did or how much i whined or begged, He wasn't about to budge.  He was too interested in watching me squirm and of course taking a few photos for posterity.  &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/g-spot-vibrators/moniques-vivid-dreams"&gt;Monique's vivid dreams&lt;/a&gt; wasted no time, getting me to my happy place, it was Master who kept me from going all the way.  Finally after what felt like ages of begging, He finally relented and allowed me my release.  Mid way through He'd blindfolded me so everything else was blocked out and i was alone in my glory! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5684827966/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5061/5684827966_37f049ba66_b_d.jpg" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Master and of course &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/"&gt;EdenFantasys&lt;/a&gt;, yesterday was a good day!  Master could have kept me on edge all night, but then of course, He'd never get supper!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-3239148529598484049?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3239148529598484049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=3239148529598484049' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3239148529598484049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3239148529598484049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/05/hit-g-spot.html' title='Hit The G-Spot'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-6584759550174944891</id><published>2011-04-30T01:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T18:09:06.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt Plug on The Bed Post!</title><content type='html'>Last week i was trying to think of something to write about and then i remembered something that Starla from Yes Master, said a long time ago and really is very true for us as well.  i don't always have a lot of specific M/s or BDSM topics to talk about.  Maybe we haven't had a new play time in the past few days or i might not be able to come up with something that strikes me as really significant.  i think the reason being is because the life we live encompasses the Master/slave life that we've tried to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're no where near perfect not by a long shot, we've worked hard to get where we are and we'll never be done working at our relationship.  But the core of our relationship is BDSM and M/s, so sometimes it's hard to pick out certain things from one day to the next that might be different from "the norm" because it's just who we are.  Doesn't everyone wear bells and cuffs around the house? Or live their life in a collar? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean really it's so second nature that everything we are and everything we created for ourselves just doesn't seem out of the ordinary unless i really sit down and think hard about it.  Sometimes when i'm lying in bed, i look up and think, maybe i should cut that plastic wrap off the bed post that holds that butt plug up there.  Master affixed it up there as a punishment a few months ago because i missed a cock sucking rule a few days in a row.  So He took a HUGE butt plug and wrapped it in plastic wrap over and over again at my mouth height, onto the bed post.  There it has stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5684873367/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5024/5684873367_ea3a7d6c21_o_d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's covered up by canopy curtains so i'm not really worried about anyone seeing it, but i look at it and think, hmm i should take that down... eh... /shrug.  So yeah, maybe we are TAaaaad different that other people.  It's the little things that make ya wonder, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is on a normal day, i don't walk around thinking how different i am than other people, when i'm walking through the store, i don't look at other people and think that our life must be so much different than theirs.  So sometimes it's not all that easy to come up with something specific to say.  Like i said to Master, our life of BDSM is everything in general and nothing in particular.   Sometimes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Master bought a new light for pictures and videos and we used it for a couple hours but had to take it back because there was no on off switch.....? Really?  Who makes a light with no switch?  Anyway, when we took it back, Master said to me, the guy that buys that light is going to use it and never ever know that it was once used to make porn. hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for me tonight.  Hope everyone is well in blogland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-6584759550174944891?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6584759550174944891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=6584759550174944891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6584759550174944891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6584759550174944891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/04/butt-plug-on-bed-post.html' title='Butt Plug on The Bed Post!'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-5798669466810785612</id><published>2011-04-25T15:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:18:44.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Cum In your Mouth?</title><content type='html'>Master was watching a video the other day, a Master/slave video.   The description was all about this guy's slave this, his slave that... etc.  Now if you've read this blog long enough you know we're not here to judge who does what or when.  So we just really found this funny.  He's all about his slave and he's the Master and his slave is giving him a blow job, this guy is about to cum in his "slaves" mouth and he goes... "can I cum in your mouth?".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master actually came into the bathroom opened the shower door and turned the water away from me to tell me this, He was laughing so hard.  Like i said who cares how people live their lives, but don't put yourself out there with the label "Master/slave" then make yourself look so silly.  That is something that means a lot to us, being real and trying really hard to be who we've always said we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the other night, i've talked about this a lot, Master's rule for me to suck His cock every day, twice a day.  Just cause i do that every day, doesn't mean that He decides he'll finish the blow job every day.  So i was on my knees giving Him a complete blow job and we had this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;(of course my words were more like mmhmmhh having a mouth full of cock.. but you can insert muffled words as you see fit =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me; Geez Master, it's been a few days since You've had a real blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;M; I know, I can't function in society without regular blowjobs.&lt;br /&gt;me; haha, i know Master.&lt;br /&gt;M; chuckling... Even with regular blowjobs, My functioning is sketchy at best!!&lt;br /&gt;me; hahaha, i know Master. bwahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;M; bwahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tried to pull it all back together, so things can proceed as planned.  Not an easy task *sigh*.  Everything is going along quite swimmingly and the big moment is there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master says: Can I cum in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh He's hilarious huh?  Cum is everywhere, half swallowed, half spit, half up my nose.  He's a real hoot n holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone had a good Easter Sunday.  We had a great day, it was wonderful seeing our friends and we had a terrific visit.  They never get to stay long enough and it's always a little heart wrenching when they leave.  It's great when they're here though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a lot of friends but the ones we do have are treasured beyond compare.  i read one of the nicest blog posts that i've ever read, yesterday.  It was honest, like always, but just really from the heart.  When you figure out who your real friends are in this life, they are easy to spot and you just know they're there to last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-5798669466810785612?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/5798669466810785612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=5798669466810785612' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5798669466810785612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/5798669466810785612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-i-cum-in-your-mouth.html' title='Can I Cum In your Mouth?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-1190597684939407511</id><published>2011-04-24T20:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:16:24.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful surprise tonight.  Our great friends happened to be in town and they stopped by.  We're having a wonderful visit with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a terrific Easter so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter to everyone in Blogland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-1190597684939407511?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/1190597684939407511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=1190597684939407511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1190597684939407511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/1190597684939407511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-273492207722786996</id><published>2011-04-20T15:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T17:56:06.634-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Will i Ever Learn?</title><content type='html'>One of Master's rules for me is that once i'm dressed for the day, i don't get undressed without His permission. Once i'm dressed for the day, it's more like Him putting locks on me, i'm not to take anything off, until He takes it off me or i'm told to get undressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was of course no exception.  i was wearing the lacing open bottom girdle with a long line bra, both of which are, as you might imagine, quite restricting.  Depending on just how tightly the laces are drawn, the obg, can be quite something to get used to for a while, until i've had it on for a while.  Add the long line bra to that and it's really quite a combination.  Of course, i was wearing stockings and a full slip. This was a great opportunity to wear a new pair of shoes that Master had just gotten for me.  The ones that i had just gotten, i just mentioned them.  With the platform, they are still nearly 5 inch heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master told me i could wear whatever i wanted to wear for clothing, i have a lot to choose from.  i'm not all that daft, i knew He was up to something. =)  So i went about my daily chores and a long while later He called me into the bedroom.  He removed my clothing and my long line bra and blindfolded me.  The smell of leather was overwhelming and the sound of buckles could really only mean one thing.  We have a lot of leather items but only one thing that is that large that smells that much of leather.  i didn't have to wonder long because very soon He said, "put your arms straight out in front of you".  Then He took off the collar.  There's only one piece of bondage gear He removes the collar for.  He allowed me to kiss the collar and set it aside and i heard Him start to zip and buckle.  The straight jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5641900662/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5020/5641900662_5e225c0b79_b_d.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then He told me to wrap my arms tight around me, keep going, tighter, tighter.  This jacket is a perfect fit.  He's had it on me several times before, and i'm always amazed how perfectly it fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5641332415/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5263/5641332415_3b36f1849a_b_d.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's snug around my neck, around my back and bust.  The best part about it is, the removable breast windows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got me all suited up and guess where He puts me?  *sigh* yup.  Thank GAWD His desk is right by that horrid box.  Otherwise i know i would freak out.  He doesn't always stay right there but i know He hears every move i make anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After He has me in there for whoknowshowlongthistime!!!!!! He takes me out and bends me over the bed and has His way with me.  Bending over the bed with a straight jacket on, face first into the bed, with 5 inch heels on hahaha. =)  Pretty soon i forgot that i wasn't able to keep my balance and just thought about Master pounding His pussy.  Nothing else mattered at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i mentioned i'm not allowed to get undressed without His permission.  How about getting redressed?  He took off the long line bra and i was getting redressed.  i was just throwing any old thing on.  i still had the lacing obg on and of course stockings, there were two regular bras laying on the bed, to be put away with the laundry.  i picked one up and tossed it on.  The long line bra was sitting under something (i saw later) on the cedar chest.  Master was angry because i broke a rule and i didn't have a good answer as to why.  i just "did it".  So i my desire to get undressed early and get into bed was clearly declined and not only was it declined, i was going to stay in those clothes for several more hours.  oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-273492207722786996?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/273492207722786996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=273492207722786996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/273492207722786996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/273492207722786996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/04/will-i-ever-learn.html' title='Will i Ever Learn?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-3032390558365206682</id><published>2011-04-17T15:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T17:56:35.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>The Reminder i Needed</title><content type='html'>i should have known it was coming.  We went out on Friday night, Master had been looking forward to this seafood buffet while it was still going on during lent.  So we really only had two more Friday nights left.  When we got home, i should have known something would have been in store for me.  Honestly i don't really think all that far into the future for our plans.  In that way, i'm glad because i would fret about up coming punishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home and put a few groceries away and it wasn't really late, not for us anyway.  Master told me to come in the den and sit at my desk while He was doing something in the bedroom.  Lately i've been hurting pretty badly, when we get home from anywhere depending on how much i'm hurting, He'll let me lie down.  Tonight He didn't, tonight i was to sit at my computer and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master was all about putting me back in my place really, reminding me of where my head needs to be.  He cuffed my ankles and put the other big metal ankle cuffs on me and cuffed me to my desk.  He also cuffed my wrists with the leather cuffs and used the hand cuffs as well.  Then He put one of the leather hoods on me.  Of course i couldn't wear my glasses under the hood even with the hood loose, there are large eye holes in this hood and the blindfold is removable.  So when Master pulled up our email exchange on my computer He told me i was to read through the whole thing.  He knew i was going to have to be creative.  No glasses meant hold my glasses in front of me or make the font huge.  i chose the latter.  It worked and i was able to read the email, it just took a long time.  The email was very lengthy to begin with and would have taken me a long time to read no matter what.  The large font was just yet another reminder than i need to do whatever it takes to remind myself of how to please Master.  Now it's funny, my head was really hurting before i started and of course, reading without glasses made it hurt more.  But i just kept thinking, this is all a reminder of what needs to be done to please Him.  None of this is easy for me, it hasn't been for years and it's all something i have to learn.  Pleasing Him is what i WANT to do, it's what i came here to do and i am able to please Him in every other facet of life.  This is a very important part and it's a part that i am failing.  Not completely, but there are improvements to be made, big ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5629285402/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5101/5629285402_e7a4333fc7_b_d.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shortly after i was done reading Master put me into the box, but not before He attached the blindfold to the hood.  With it getting warmer outside, almost the very second He closed the box, having the hood on, i started to feel sick from the heat.  i had a feeling i was going to be in the box for a long time and i knocked on the door and told Master and i was hot and not feeling well.  Usually He gets angry and impatient because i am a pain,  but i must have had an urgency in my voice or something, He opened the door and got me a tiny fan.  The minute He shut the door with the fan on, i was perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i sat, He cuffed my ankles together with a very small carabiner hands still cuffed together.  With the hood on it's so dark in there and everything is so muffled, i could hardly hear a thing.  i'm not sure how long He left me in there this time.  Long enough that my thoughts were everywhere i wanted to try to remember things to ask Him things to tell Him but i was in there for so long, by the time He opened the door the first time, i thought i was getting out, He had me suck His cock and then shut the door again.  i was so disillusioned that i went from the jello feeling to the impatient "when am i getting out" feeling.  That was over soon enough though. Sitting in the dark where there is nothing to look at and nothing to fall back on but your own thoughts you can't concentrate on getting out or you'll go crazy right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/71903006@N00/5628704789/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5069/5628704789_92bb917f65_b_d.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like being a toy in a toy box, for Him to take out when He wants to play with me.  i was trying to think of how to say it when i was in there, locking the toy box, Him the only one with the key and none of His friends can play with that toy.  i also was thinking about being the secret in the box, Him being the only one that knew about the secret, letting the secret out a little bit at a time and locking it away again.  When He finally let me out of the box, it took me a few seconds to get my legs back under me.  He told me to bend over and grab the seat of the box and pull up my skirt.  He told me to spread my legs wide and i felt Him grab at His pussy and move the labia ring over.  The next thing i knew He was inside me, i was partly inside the box and He was using me for what i'm good for.  It was hard and fast and felt amazing because it was the release we needed after the couple of days we'd had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still pretty much nothing but jello afterward and He promised me more time in the box, longer and more often.  i'm not even sure how i feel about that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're all having a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-3032390558365206682?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3032390558365206682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=3032390558365206682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3032390558365206682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3032390558365206682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/04/reminder-i-needed.html' title='The Reminder i Needed'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-6749286739667293658</id><published>2011-04-15T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T14:55:56.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It got ugly</title><content type='html'>When Master and i have a cross roads His way of teaching me has always been through writing.  Usually through email.  There is a very simple reason for this, His temper is bad and when He writes He can sit and gather His thoughts, not let the anger build up and things are very productive.  It's always worked for us that way.  Things come up and He'll send an email, now i don't mean every day "i don't like the way you did the dishes", i mean big things and in the past these emails have gone back and forth for days or even weeks.  This might seem odd to people but it works, there are flaws in the system however.  The main flaw is, my memory but more to the point i get things mixed up and confused.  An area that had been black and white 3 or 4 hours prior, something i completely understood when i got up from the computer and was fairly sure i was clear on, i got mixed up in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was THE MAIN ISSUE we were "haggling" over the entire email pretty much.  Hot sex talk was the top of the email.  my libido is bleh.  For more reasons that i'll go into here, it just is.  The main one is the medicine though.  So it needs work and takes effort, tons of effort.  Before i went on the medicine, i had a libido, now, none.  So i just finished reading over the email exchange and because it went back and forth so many times, it's no wonder it gets confusing.  That's one thing i've mentioned to Him before, going back and forth more than a couple times, it's very easy for me to lose track.  The email system is great, at first.  Go back and forth more than once or twice and it's a hot mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in bed last night, i mess up.  The main issue we talked about in the email, the main issue that i thought was sorted out.  i got it completely backward and He'd had it with me, pushed me away and said "we're done here".  Okay, so i sat on the side of the bed and tried to sort it out again in my head where i went wrong.  Master says to me all the time "you're not dumb", nope i'm not.  You know what i am though?  i am someone who walks around with what feels like nails driven into her skull for the better part of the time, yesterday was one of those days.  It's hard to concentrate on anything at all, let alone very specific things.  This isn't something i've thought of as an excuse, hours later.  Before i even got to my knees and began sucking His cock i was trying to think of hot sexy things to say and i thought, how am i going to think of things to say to Him when all i can think about is that it feels like nails in my head? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is still my fault because before i got up from my computer i should have printed off this list of things to say.  i have a list right here, i put it on my desk top of my computer.  It's not like i'm not trying, we only had the email exchange yesterday.  He is sick and tired of giving me excuses for my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm not sure what to do to get back on track with Master.  We will work it out, we always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-6749286739667293658?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/6749286739667293658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=6749286739667293658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6749286739667293658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/6749286739667293658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-got-ugly.html' title='It got ugly'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880162.post-3882974989857232480</id><published>2011-04-13T21:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:31:22.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Far Is Too Far?</title><content type='html'>Master and i have a very laid back fun loving relationship, we are very playful and joke around all the time.  We spend hours in bed watching TV wrestling and goofing around late at night.  So where is the line drawn between joking around and going one step too far.  When that line isn't clearly drawn it can easily all melt together and become confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was sort of like that, in a minor way.  i was dressed up in a new dress and pretty new shoes.  Being a Tuesday night Master's friend was here and Master was heading down stairs to spend time hanging out with His friend for a while.  He was really enjoying my outfit and pulled me to Him to kiss me.  i kissed Him back but i was too playful for His liking.  We're always playful but when can it be too much?  Well, it's impossible to read someone's mind but i might have known better.  It's all in the vib you get from your partner and i wasn't paying attention.  It wasn't anything that was blown out of proportion or anything, Master went downstairs and that was that.  It was just something that Master brought up tonight.  It's easy to let the playfulness get out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've never been too serious, life is too short to take everything so seriously.  We are serious about who we are to each other of course.  Our M/s relationship and Marriage means everything to me and the fun that we have is who we are.  Just because we have fun doesn't mean that we're not very serious about my service to Him or His control over me at all times.  i am constantly under His command and there is no gray area there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i said to Him tonight that punishment swats really are pretty unmistakable.  i'm not really likely to get confused about getting a real spanking for just a playful swat.  It's easy to tell who is in charge if He decides to chain me up in leather cuffs and hood. It's also not difficult to tell when He is truly upset with me as His entire demeanor changes, it's that whole fine line area that can be confusing.  When He's not really upset but when playing might just go too far.  i know i'm not alone in this, i've heard it before from others.  There's really no good solution because Master and i aren't about to change our ways and become stuffy people.  It's just hard to know when enough is enough. =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD's treasure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880162-3882974989857232480?l=mdpt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/feeds/3882974989857232480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8880162&amp;postID=3882974989857232480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3882974989857232480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880162/posts/default/3882974989857232480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-far-is-too-far.html' title='How Far Is Too Far?'/><author><name>Master Dream's precious treasure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17459695398110281594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cF-jMPd5wWg/TJ1Cuj6FHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uC6inPAMAUI/S220/BloggerFollowIcon_DSCN5867.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
