i was reading Kaya's post about another thing on Fetlife which took me back to Fetlife again today. hehe i'm not sure that Fetlife is really about D/s or BDSM than it is people looking for relationship therapy. The thing that i was hoping to find going there was like minded people talking about their kind of "kink" bleh that word... but yeah whatever. Instead what i find i go there is pretty much people on the brink of relationship suicide or worse, the real deal. Basically i think i was going there looking for friends, stable ones but i think i'm skeert. lol...
There's something seriously wrong with my monitor, i think. It's all sorts of messed up and bluish-purple funky colors that are messing with my eyes every time i stare at the screen too long. Master said that He'll have to hook up another monitor to my computer to see if that's what it is for sure. i love this monitor too, it's not even that old and it was such a huge present when we got it... /sigh. It's never looked right, we should have taken it back right away... bleh. They don't exactly give these things away either and there's no way we can afford to replace this exact kind.
This is just not a real exciting time right now, Master is working in the basement, then He'll start another big project. He's going to build a huge DVD rack that will hold about 900 DVDs or so. It should be really pretty, we haven't decided what color we'll stain it yet, but we have a while to decide that.
i was just looking out at other blog posts, getting ready to name this post and was sort of struck at the date of my first post. i've had this blog since 2004, i remember sending an email to someone asking them to add me on their blog as a link and they asked me to contact them after i had my blog for a year. They didn't have much faith in new bloggers because people don't generally stick around, i can't imagine how true that really is and i didn't blame them at all. How many people start a blog, make a couple posts and abandon it after a month or two? This certainly isn't the most stimulating, edge of your seat, toe curling blog you'll ever read but it is one thing. We're constant. There have been times when i've gone a long time between posts when things were tough with my Mom and i was gone a lot, but we're always here. When i went too long between posts i even had worry warts check up on me, that's a good feeling too. =) (you know who you are) =p
i'm glad that Master has made it a rule that i have to blog twice a week, even if i don't write about anything at all, at least i have to make it here a couple times a week and jabber. It might not be anything that anyone wants to read but that's not the point. The point is that sometimes it might help me or Him, sometimes i might just write something that He needs to know that i may not say to Him. i have such a hard time saying stuff out loud, i don't know why that is. The words don't come and when i try to say it, it's all jumbled up. Even when Master tries to be patient and wait for me to say something or tell Him something, i can't. A lot of it is the pain, that hasn't changed the whole time i've been here, words just get lost in my head and Master isn't as good at waiting as He used to be. That's just the way things work when you're together a while i think, things get old and less tolerable.
i used to have pain medicine for times like that but not anymore, now it's tylenol or tough it out. There is nothing more than that. The doctors aren't willing to allow me to go back into rebounding and we're not willing to go there either so if tylenol doesn't work it's just pain. i used to write about times like that too, this used to be nearly a pain blog and i haven't had a post like this for ages. i try not to even mention the word head or pain here at home because i think it sends chills down Master's spine when He hears it. i have a TENS unit now that He hooks up on me, and that always helps too. There are just sometimes no matter how hard i try or how often i try to think of something else or do something to keep my mind off it or how much tongue biting i do, i just have to say, "i'm hurting, i wish it would stop", but it never does, some day though, some day it will, it has to. This much i know.
MD's treasure
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.
Biz Page
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.
Banners here also!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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