This week ended with a bang! Let me back up a bit. A few weeks ago Master’s boss was off work for a couple days and they had a woman fill in for him while he was gone. Master worked with her for one day. i stopped in the store on that day and met her and she was a loon! In conversation Master mentioned to her (not in a disrespectful manner) that He wouldn’t work for a woman, as His views on women in the workplace are fairly old fashioned. He feels as though women should remain in the home and be housewives or nurses or teachers. This woman went back to her boss and told them that Master sexually harassed her. Friday morning they gave Him a formal written warning. Then at the end of the day they told Him that they had to cut back due to store potential and they let Him go. Master did nothing to warrant this so called “cut back” but nonetheless, they let Him go.
Needless to say, we are devastated. Just yesterday morning Master had put in an application to work for the city and now we are praying that it works out for Him. It would be more money and fewer hours for Him, but in the past He hasn’t had the best luck when applying for the city. So we’ll just wait and see what happens. In the mean time we’ll have to figure out how we’ll live on my meager income. i think He’ll try to get unemployment, but i’m sure the company will fight it.
Then last night Master told me to strip and go to the bedroom. He put me in the box for a while, maybe an hour. Then He chained me to the bed with the hood on. He then forced me to put a gag in my mouth with the hood on and i was scared to death. Long story short, i have a very hard time with the hood and i have breathing issues. i became hysterical and He wouldn’t back down. He screamed at me and beat my ass and leg so hard they still hurt today. He told me that i’m only a slave when it suits me and that we should split up. Then He told me that we have nothing in common. He untied me and went to sleep on the couch.
i spent an hour and half last night writing Him an e-mail trying to tell Him how violated i felt and how i felt that He has no respect for my limitations. There are things that i can’t do because of my head, i can’t wear the hood for very long and i can’t wear the ball gag because it hurts my head so bad. But i have worked with Him and i’m able to wear other gags and i can tolerate the hood for quite a while now. i have overcome my fear of the hood and i have no trouble with the box that is completely shut in and pitch black.
i know that i’m not the perfect slave, but i really do try to do things that He likes. Every day i wear the clothes that He likes and i follow His rules, even the ones that i find the most difficult. i have a hard time wearing the high heels that He likes because they all hurt my feet. But i have given that a valiant effort. i know it would be easier for me to wear them if i lost some weight and hopefully someday i’ll be able to do that. Before i came here, i didn’t even own a pair of heels and i have never liked them. He’s spent thousands of dollars on shoes for me but i just can’t wear them without becoming completely exhausted in a matter of minutes. So no, i’m not the perfect slave for Him. His perfect slave would be someone who would rather wear heels and a corset than anything else. i wear the girdle and hose and skirts, just not the heels as much as He would like.
i hate to even think it, but maybe i’m not the right person for Him. Maybe He should have someone thinner who can do all the things that He wants. But the one thing i do know is that i support Him no matter what. i’m there for Him when things are good and i stand by Him in the darkest of times. No matter how bad things get, i always look on the bright side of things and try to find the good in it. When we wrecked the car, we were standing along the roadside and i was holding Him when He thought that we were doomed. i told him that i thought this could be blessing is disguise and that everything would work out. When He came home last night and told me about His job, i didn’t freak out, i told Him that it wasn’t His fault. Yet when i have a hard time with something, He screams at me and gives up and says things like i’m not a slave and we should split up. Doesn’t sound fair to me. i love Him, the good, the bad and everything in between. That’s what a marriage is all about.
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On Being A "Professional" Master/slave
We've never, ever wanted to be mistaken for any of the countless people who claim to be a Master or slave when in reality, they just pretend for money. There's potentially a fine line in other folks' perception, and I've gone to considerable effort to never cross that line. My treasure writes here because she enjoys it, she loves to get and reply to comments and she also does it because I require it. In the beginning, it was a blog, nothing more, nothing less. In the last few years, it has become not only a blog, but also a hub for all of our online activity. Some of that activity is done simply for fun, some of it is to feed some sort of narcissistic need for kudos that I still deny having, and some of it is done to try to supplement our income by sharing our real life with others who might be willing to toss a few bucks our way for a small window into our normal activities. Normal for us but mere fantasies to them, things that they can't get at home or simply things that get their blood flowing south. Like most people, we started out never showing our faces, never being specific about where we live, blah blah blah. One day, I decided that I was tired of acting like I was ashamed of Myself or My girl, just so someone I knew wouldn't find a photo that would make them all butt hurt because of their own insecurities and closed-mindedness. In a very short time, we had started making videos and posting non-anonymous pictures all over the place. Eventually, My girl started doing live cam sessions for cash and it's become a multifaceted "business". That's why we're making this page. I didn't want it on the front page of the blog because this is still her blog, and always will be, but we wanted to add a page for some of the money-making things that we do.
About two years ago, we decided to test the waters with Kindle publishing. For a nominal fee of 99 cents a month, you can get this blog automatically delivered to your Kindle. Unfortunately, this makes it less likely for My girl to get the comments that she so loves, so if you decide to go the Kindle route, please come back here later to leave that comment you were thinking about!
Lately, we've had gentlemen ask if it was possible to buy My treasure's worn stockings. If worn stockings is what you seek, then we are happy to oblige. We've charged very reasonable amounts in the past, and that won't change. Pricing will depend entirely on quantity, color, availability, your location and any other variables or requests. We get her stockings from Europe, and we only order a few times a year, so we may have limited color options at any given time. If you're interested in My girl's worn stockings, or any other requests for that matter, please email her directly at precioustreasure_md@yahoo.com. We've done custom videos and would also be happy to do custom photosets. If it turns you on, and you think we can provide it, please don't hesitate to ask.
About 2 and a half years ago, we also decided to start making videos for sale. We've had a banner on the front page, but we've never really promoted it at all. Well, I'm not really going to promote it too much here either, but if you'd like to check out our clips, you can find them here. You can also find some of them here.
My treasure has also started working as a cam girl on ImLive. There's a banner on the front for this as well, but you can also click here or on the banner below to find her over there or schedule a meeting with her.
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