Back in May Master gave me 2 labia piercings. One of which didn't last very long. It was pretty painful for some reason and He decided that it wasn't worth the hassle as long as the other one was working out, He'd go ahead and take it out. The hole that the one He took out had left was a fairly good size hole but He really just took the ring out with every intention of allowing it to close up and having it redone some day.
Since the piercings, the other ring has migrated and hole has gotten pretty big. From what i've read, it's not at all uncommon for a labia piercing to get big as the skin is really thin especially as Master tells me i am not quite "normal". One labia is normal and the other isn't. So Master got a new barbell type "ring" in the mail and went ahead and put it in the hole the other night. LOL omgosh the hole has gotten so big it just slid right through. Turns out after lots of fiddling around down there, the hole is about a 00gauge. So, pretty big. In the mean time, He put the ring back in and ordered a flesh tunnel.
While He was messing around down there, He said... HEY! That hole is still there from the old piercing! Immediately i see **pain** but He said He would try it and not force it through, so moral of the story is.... The barbell He ordered for the bigger hole is now in the hole He'd completely given up on!!! *YaY*. The best part is, there is no pain with the barbell. =)
This is from a post on Fet Life; i was responding to someone asking about how you use your short skirts to tease men. The thing is, i'm not really into the whole "tease" thing. Not that i would have to anyway being married and not needing or wanting to attract another man, but i think the word or even the idea of teasing alone can be very dangerous in and of itself. That being said, i love both short and long skirts with stockings. Of course short skirts with stockings in public aren't really a possibility unless you're incredibly careful with your movements and even then showing your garters are way too likely for my taste. At home however is another story and Master loves that look.
Once i'm out of the shower on a typical day however, i can be found in a long skirt, stockings, girdle and slip with some sort of heel depending on my activity for the day. Master loves nothing more than the feeling of the garter tabs underneath my skirts.
So really, it's not about what you see, it's what you don't see. It's the mystery and the allure of what a lady has to offer, not just putting it all out there and with nothing left to the imagination.
For me it's about being Master's lady, that's what turns Him on and of course, that's where my interests lie. =)
i hope everyone is having a good Saturday evening!!
Peace to you and yours,
MD's treasure
Peace to you all!
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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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Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Oldie but a goodie
Normally i don't post tips or advice about stockings or heels or girdles on the blog but this one i have to share. If anything i just post on Fet Life but this one is an oldie but a goodie!
Master placed a huge stocking order for me for Christmas from the same place, same stockings, nothing has changed, nothing. Same everything. Same company, same brand, same type of shoes, same feet. =p The weird thing is the stockings have been getting runs much faster than they ever have and it's maddening! i read on Fet Life an old trick that i had totally forgotten about!!!! Before you don your stockings, spray the toes with hair spray!!! TAA DAAA!!! No runs!
i had read long before that hair spray will help stop a run, nearly as well as fingernail polish, but i've never had much luck with that. i've also heard the trick about the hairspray with preventing runs, but i TOTALLY forgot about it. i just wonder how many stockings i could have preserved with this trick!!! Anywho, if you're not a stocking wearer, never fear, of course same goes with panty hose, thigh highs or knee highs!
Good luck and long live the stocking! =)
Peace to you and your beautiful legs ~ hahaha
MD's treasure
Master placed a huge stocking order for me for Christmas from the same place, same stockings, nothing has changed, nothing. Same everything. Same company, same brand, same type of shoes, same feet. =p The weird thing is the stockings have been getting runs much faster than they ever have and it's maddening! i read on Fet Life an old trick that i had totally forgotten about!!!! Before you don your stockings, spray the toes with hair spray!!! TAA DAAA!!! No runs!
i had read long before that hair spray will help stop a run, nearly as well as fingernail polish, but i've never had much luck with that. i've also heard the trick about the hairspray with preventing runs, but i TOTALLY forgot about it. i just wonder how many stockings i could have preserved with this trick!!! Anywho, if you're not a stocking wearer, never fear, of course same goes with panty hose, thigh highs or knee highs!
Good luck and long live the stocking! =)
Peace to you and your beautiful legs ~ hahaha
MD's treasure
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Quiet Time for treasure
i never know when i might be falling out of favor with Master. It's not even so much that i'm forgetting my place or that i might be in need of "correction" as He calls it, it's just that He'll make a comment "you sure are cocky, aren't you?". i should see the writing on the wall, when those comments start coming. i never do though, i suppose i'm sort of thick and i don't just mean my thighs! =p
The other day i was in the kitchen giving the dog a snack for the umptheenth time that day and i knew that Master was planning something as He wouldn't allow me to get dressed in my girdle and stockings as normal, i was just in a mini skirt and blouse. Very uncharacteristic of Him. So He called me into the bedroom and it appeared i was indeed in for some sort of something, but He never lets on as to what it's going to be. i know it's because He doesn't want me to freak out or get nervous. He put a ball gag in and earlier He'd put the leather wrist cuffs on as well as the big belled leather ankle cuffs. i seriously sound like Santa when i wear those things. They are very loud when i wear just one, let alone both of them.
i also had the stainless steel & silicone locking collar on that He doesn't have me wear very often, so i had a pretty good idea from earlier in the day when He was putting all that on me that something was coming, later in the day. Again, i just didn't know what and that's always better for me. So He attached the ankle cuffs together with some sort of lock and then to a chain that's always on the bed. Then locked the leather wrist cuffs together (i think?) behind my back and also put some handcuffs on me. He also attached my hands to a chain hanging from the bed post.
If you've never seen pictures of the bed that Master built about a year ago, it's worth the gander. i don't care how badly i wanted out of those chains, they were attached to eye bolts that go into 4x4 posts. The bed itself is pretty intense.
Once He had me all secure He gave me some quiet time which for me isn't a bad thing. i don't get bored easily and i can just sit for a long time. What is always hard for me is being worried about what's coming and the pain of the handcuffs. There was a time when i could hardly hold my arms behind my back, i don't have that trouble as much, now it's the handcuffs as they cut into my hands. i don't have a high threshold for that i guess. So i sit there and i wonder what will happen and i have the hardest time concentrating, what will He do to me and what have i done to get here?
i always try to think about my smart mouth and why i say the things i say, why can't i just shut my mouth? i know that more often than not it's not what i say but sometimes what i don't say. He wants me to talk to Him, He wants me to say the right things, He wants me to be more passionate. So here i sit, trying to think of ways to be more passionate, and in He walks and He grabs a little flogger i think that's what He picks up first. The first thing He does is swing down hard and hits the very tip of the nipple/nipple ring and it stings, badly. i just looked down because i didn't want to whimper right off. He goes through a little flogger, another flogger and some little leather smacker thing. i'm red by now and every time He hits me i can't help but think He doesn't hit me often enough, i know i deserve it, but i just wish He'd stop. Over and over in my head, please please please please stop.... it hurts it hurts owie owie... Finally He stops. It hasn't been long but to me, long enough.
He kisses me and asks me if i've learned my lesson, with sort of a sadistic laugh. A laugh i really haven't heard from Him before. i just said uh huh and He left me. He left me to think some more.
i know i need this more often and it might be the first time in a long time i've written about something like this. i just don't think that when He gives me a lesson like this i am as thankful as i should be. i want it to be over the entire time and then when it's over, i feel bad that i didn't try harder. Am i more of a masochist than i've ever made myself out to be? =)
Peace to you and yours
The other day i was in the kitchen giving the dog a snack for the umptheenth time that day and i knew that Master was planning something as He wouldn't allow me to get dressed in my girdle and stockings as normal, i was just in a mini skirt and blouse. Very uncharacteristic of Him. So He called me into the bedroom and it appeared i was indeed in for some sort of something, but He never lets on as to what it's going to be. i know it's because He doesn't want me to freak out or get nervous. He put a ball gag in and earlier He'd put the leather wrist cuffs on as well as the big belled leather ankle cuffs. i seriously sound like Santa when i wear those things. They are very loud when i wear just one, let alone both of them.
i also had the stainless steel & silicone locking collar on that He doesn't have me wear very often, so i had a pretty good idea from earlier in the day when He was putting all that on me that something was coming, later in the day. Again, i just didn't know what and that's always better for me. So He attached the ankle cuffs together with some sort of lock and then to a chain that's always on the bed. Then locked the leather wrist cuffs together (i think?) behind my back and also put some handcuffs on me. He also attached my hands to a chain hanging from the bed post.
If you've never seen pictures of the bed that Master built about a year ago, it's worth the gander. i don't care how badly i wanted out of those chains, they were attached to eye bolts that go into 4x4 posts. The bed itself is pretty intense.
Once He had me all secure He gave me some quiet time which for me isn't a bad thing. i don't get bored easily and i can just sit for a long time. What is always hard for me is being worried about what's coming and the pain of the handcuffs. There was a time when i could hardly hold my arms behind my back, i don't have that trouble as much, now it's the handcuffs as they cut into my hands. i don't have a high threshold for that i guess. So i sit there and i wonder what will happen and i have the hardest time concentrating, what will He do to me and what have i done to get here?
i always try to think about my smart mouth and why i say the things i say, why can't i just shut my mouth? i know that more often than not it's not what i say but sometimes what i don't say. He wants me to talk to Him, He wants me to say the right things, He wants me to be more passionate. So here i sit, trying to think of ways to be more passionate, and in He walks and He grabs a little flogger i think that's what He picks up first. The first thing He does is swing down hard and hits the very tip of the nipple/nipple ring and it stings, badly. i just looked down because i didn't want to whimper right off. He goes through a little flogger, another flogger and some little leather smacker thing. i'm red by now and every time He hits me i can't help but think He doesn't hit me often enough, i know i deserve it, but i just wish He'd stop. Over and over in my head, please please please please stop.... it hurts it hurts owie owie... Finally He stops. It hasn't been long but to me, long enough.
He kisses me and asks me if i've learned my lesson, with sort of a sadistic laugh. A laugh i really haven't heard from Him before. i just said uh huh and He left me. He left me to think some more.
i know i need this more often and it might be the first time in a long time i've written about something like this. i just don't think that when He gives me a lesson like this i am as thankful as i should be. i want it to be over the entire time and then when it's over, i feel bad that i didn't try harder. Am i more of a masochist than i've ever made myself out to be? =)
Peace to you and yours
Saturday, February 19, 2011
A Balancing Act
Last night Master's family was over for dinner. It's always a balancing act for us when they are here. During the winter time, Master always keeps the leather collar on me so i don't take it off until we either see them pulling in the drive way or we hear a knock on the door. Last night it was a teeny tiny barely audible knock on the door and i had to dash out of the kitchen and down the hall way to take it off and stash the collar in the bed room.
In the summer months Master generally puts the eternity collar on me and keeps it on due to swimming. But seeing that there is obviously none of that in the winter, the leather collar is His preference. So there is just a little more to be aware of, something i have become very used to dealing with and no big deal. When they are here, however there are things that i (we) have to change my routine to accommodate. i am not allowed to leave Master's presence without permission. That makes it really hard when things come up and everyone is around and i need to dash out of the room for, whatever. It happens all the time, think about all the things you have to leave any particular room for at any given time. Just think about how many times you dash from room to room in a days time. It's a ton. i (try) to combine my trips, if i know i have to leave the kitchen and go to the back of the house or basement, i try to get all the things i need at once. It's to serve several purposes but for the most part, so i don't have to say to Master "may i have permission to leave Your presence?", over and over and over every single time i need to leave a room because i say it probably hundreds of times a day.
So when we have company, not asking to leave the room is tough, nearly impossible, without actually asking. i say stuff to Him like, "okay, i'm gunna run and grab --this--" and He'll nod. Either way, we make it work but by the end of the night, it's pretty exhausting. Changing a routine that we follow for a few hours doesn't seem like it should be that big of a deal i think for me i'm just not sure that i haven't screwed up royally, lol.
The other thing of course is eating without permission. i'm never allowed to eat without permission. So once everyone has food, especially Master some how i'll wait for a tap on the leg a nod or something. But every once in a while, He'll forget. Then i'm toast. Then what do i do? Sit there and wait? Then i draw attention to myself lol, cause His Mom ALWAYS says something!! LOL i guess in a way that's a good thing that will at least draw His attention to me not eating hahaha!!
Master told me a story once of a Dom who took his slave out for dinner once, they were talking away and having a nice time and all of a sudden the Dom looked over at her and he was almost done with his dinner and noticed that he never told her she could eat!!! He was like OMG EAT!! HAHA Master's never done that to me, He's forgotten to tell me to eat before, but never waited quite that long!! =)
So we had a nice time last night, we've gotten the kinks worked out and everything runs smoothly on the surface and no one is the wiser as to what goes on here. Everyone has a good time and once everyone leaves the collar goes right back on and we settle right back into our comfortable routine.
We played games until after 1am, we played this new game called Dicecapades, it was fun and Master won. Master nearly always wins. Pfft. =p
Today i think we're just having a nice quiet Saturday, it's lovely outside and maybe i can talk Master into a walk. We'll see.
Peace to you and yours,
MD's treasure
In the summer months Master generally puts the eternity collar on me and keeps it on due to swimming. But seeing that there is obviously none of that in the winter, the leather collar is His preference. So there is just a little more to be aware of, something i have become very used to dealing with and no big deal. When they are here, however there are things that i (we) have to change my routine to accommodate. i am not allowed to leave Master's presence without permission. That makes it really hard when things come up and everyone is around and i need to dash out of the room for, whatever. It happens all the time, think about all the things you have to leave any particular room for at any given time. Just think about how many times you dash from room to room in a days time. It's a ton. i (try) to combine my trips, if i know i have to leave the kitchen and go to the back of the house or basement, i try to get all the things i need at once. It's to serve several purposes but for the most part, so i don't have to say to Master "may i have permission to leave Your presence?", over and over and over every single time i need to leave a room because i say it probably hundreds of times a day.
So when we have company, not asking to leave the room is tough, nearly impossible, without actually asking. i say stuff to Him like, "okay, i'm gunna run and grab --this--" and He'll nod. Either way, we make it work but by the end of the night, it's pretty exhausting. Changing a routine that we follow for a few hours doesn't seem like it should be that big of a deal i think for me i'm just not sure that i haven't screwed up royally, lol.
The other thing of course is eating without permission. i'm never allowed to eat without permission. So once everyone has food, especially Master some how i'll wait for a tap on the leg a nod or something. But every once in a while, He'll forget. Then i'm toast. Then what do i do? Sit there and wait? Then i draw attention to myself lol, cause His Mom ALWAYS says something!! LOL i guess in a way that's a good thing that will at least draw His attention to me not eating hahaha!!
Master told me a story once of a Dom who took his slave out for dinner once, they were talking away and having a nice time and all of a sudden the Dom looked over at her and he was almost done with his dinner and noticed that he never told her she could eat!!! He was like OMG EAT!! HAHA Master's never done that to me, He's forgotten to tell me to eat before, but never waited quite that long!! =)
So we had a nice time last night, we've gotten the kinks worked out and everything runs smoothly on the surface and no one is the wiser as to what goes on here. Everyone has a good time and once everyone leaves the collar goes right back on and we settle right back into our comfortable routine.
We played games until after 1am, we played this new game called Dicecapades, it was fun and Master won. Master nearly always wins. Pfft. =p
Today i think we're just having a nice quiet Saturday, it's lovely outside and maybe i can talk Master into a walk. We'll see.
Peace to you and yours,
MD's treasure
Thursday, February 17, 2011
poor poor pititful me
Master likes me clothed, completely clothed, all the time pretty much from head to toe. So that's how i've become accustomed to being, all the time. i mean we really only know what we know. It was kinda hard to get used to at first but now i know that i'm not going to undressed until it's time to actually get in bed and that's the way it is.
There are times when He pulls me completely out of my comfort zone and catches me totally off guard however. i'm not a good historian, that's just a really nice way of saying that my memory sucks, but not in the way that most people say their memory sucks. i can't remember big blocks of time or really what happened yesterday, it's not atypical of me to completely forget words, etc. So i don't have a clue what we were doing or how this came about but all i know is i was doing 'something' on Sunday and Master said, "strip". i also remember that i wasn't immediately compliant because i knew i wasn't going to be getting dressed again for the rest of the night and i would be cold all night. Of course, this is of no consequence to Master, to me, i hear "strip" and i think omg i'm always smothered in clothes and used to being super warm, now i'm going to freeze. So that's what i said, "i'll freeze!". Of course, i said that, while i was taking my clothes off!!!
None of this is neither here nor there, it's not so much what i'm wearing, it's the state of mind, isn't it? It's how quickly will i react to what He's saying and how soon will i respond to His command. How will i feel once i'm stripped both literally and figuratively of my comfort. i write this like He's never had me strip before, where that couldn't be further from the truth, He does this often, but what doesn't happen is this; He stripped me, locked me up and then got called away to deal with something else important. So i was left only a few feet away to just "be". i could watch TV, i could use the computer if i wanted although my hands were locked together, so He never said i just had to sit. It didn't matter, i was feeling sorry for myself cause i was cold and locked up and alone.
All of the above are ridiculous because while they are all true, i had blankets, i could walk around and He was mere feet away. i just felt like He hadn't given me a choice, OH REALLY? He hadn't. ***News flash*** that's too bad. He was gone from the bedroom pretty much all night so when He did come to bed at like 5am, i was already asleep, He unlocked my hands and it was time for me to go to sleep for real. By then i think i must have been over my "poor poor pitiful me" episode.
The best part about the whole thing? The next night, He did the whole thing all over again. Stripped, locked only i didn't get left. Being stripped is a real oddity for Him, He likes clothes, skirts, slips, stockings, high heels... of course, i talk about it tons. So i'm never, okay not never, almost never naked. i know now, or i **think** i know why He does it. Cause a slave girl needs to be reminded of her place once in a while and it's a simple way of gettin' down to the nitty gritty. It's fricken cold in this house at 3am, when ya gotta let the dog outside with no clothes on. The basement floor is freeeezing with no little bedroom slippers on. i'm locked up a lot, but everything changes when He makes me more vulnerable by taking away my clothes. Even though when i'm locked up, i'm completely at His mercy, i am totally used to that, it's the exposure that i'm not used to i guess. Sitting chained up isn't anything new to me but sitting chained up completely naked and cold, that's not as common.
For Master, it was a good way to knock His slave down a few pegs, make sure she stays in her place, at His feet, on her knees. =)
Peace to you and yours,
MD's treasure
There are times when He pulls me completely out of my comfort zone and catches me totally off guard however. i'm not a good historian, that's just a really nice way of saying that my memory sucks, but not in the way that most people say their memory sucks. i can't remember big blocks of time or really what happened yesterday, it's not atypical of me to completely forget words, etc. So i don't have a clue what we were doing or how this came about but all i know is i was doing 'something' on Sunday and Master said, "strip". i also remember that i wasn't immediately compliant because i knew i wasn't going to be getting dressed again for the rest of the night and i would be cold all night. Of course, this is of no consequence to Master, to me, i hear "strip" and i think omg i'm always smothered in clothes and used to being super warm, now i'm going to freeze. So that's what i said, "i'll freeze!". Of course, i said that, while i was taking my clothes off!!!
None of this is neither here nor there, it's not so much what i'm wearing, it's the state of mind, isn't it? It's how quickly will i react to what He's saying and how soon will i respond to His command. How will i feel once i'm stripped both literally and figuratively of my comfort. i write this like He's never had me strip before, where that couldn't be further from the truth, He does this often, but what doesn't happen is this; He stripped me, locked me up and then got called away to deal with something else important. So i was left only a few feet away to just "be". i could watch TV, i could use the computer if i wanted although my hands were locked together, so He never said i just had to sit. It didn't matter, i was feeling sorry for myself cause i was cold and locked up and alone.
All of the above are ridiculous because while they are all true, i had blankets, i could walk around and He was mere feet away. i just felt like He hadn't given me a choice, OH REALLY? He hadn't. ***News flash*** that's too bad. He was gone from the bedroom pretty much all night so when He did come to bed at like 5am, i was already asleep, He unlocked my hands and it was time for me to go to sleep for real. By then i think i must have been over my "poor poor pitiful me" episode.
The best part about the whole thing? The next night, He did the whole thing all over again. Stripped, locked only i didn't get left. Being stripped is a real oddity for Him, He likes clothes, skirts, slips, stockings, high heels... of course, i talk about it tons. So i'm never, okay not never, almost never naked. i know now, or i **think** i know why He does it. Cause a slave girl needs to be reminded of her place once in a while and it's a simple way of gettin' down to the nitty gritty. It's fricken cold in this house at 3am, when ya gotta let the dog outside with no clothes on. The basement floor is freeeezing with no little bedroom slippers on. i'm locked up a lot, but everything changes when He makes me more vulnerable by taking away my clothes. Even though when i'm locked up, i'm completely at His mercy, i am totally used to that, it's the exposure that i'm not used to i guess. Sitting chained up isn't anything new to me but sitting chained up completely naked and cold, that's not as common.
For Master, it was a good way to knock His slave down a few pegs, make sure she stays in her place, at His feet, on her knees. =)
Peace to you and yours,
MD's treasure
Saturday, February 12, 2011
my slave name
It was nice enough outside today that Master and i walked the garbage bill over to the town hall. The walk isn't more than a few blocks but every little bit of exercise is good stuff and it felt good just to get out and walk. It's amazing how easy it is to get out of shape in just a short time. Two or three months ago we walked that bill over there without a second thought, this time i was like, geez, this is further than i remember, haha.
i just came across a posting on Fet Life about slave names. What does your slave name mean to you? Something like that. So i got to thinking how powerful my slave name really is, precious treasure. my name really packs a punch, doesn't it? Beyond all reasoning and above all other items, He thinks i am a precious treasure. i know this because when He named me, He meant it. It wasn't something He just tossed out there like "oh lets name the new pet goldfish Alfie". He meant it and i use that name everywhere i am able to use a nickname. As much as a slave should be, i am proud to be called His precious treasure. Being proud really isn't a slave-like quality but it is something i can say i am proud of.
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| The day i was officially collared...and named. |
i hope everyone is having a good Saturday night. i'm off to figure out something for dinner. i'm thinking left over home made spaghetti, which, by the way was pretty good! =)
Peace to you and yours,
MD's treasure
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Thursday, February 10, 2011
Cuffs, Collars and Chains, OH MY!
i wrote a while ago that the TV in our bedroom pooped out on us. That meant that when we got a new one we'd have to get a new entertainment center. Well Master made a new entertainment center for the new one. The old was really tall and bulky but it served one really great purpose. The entire side of it was fitted with hooks for storage for Master's toys. Leather cuffs, extra collars, chains, extra hand cuffs, i think He kept a crop or two hanging there. Just things that He wanted to have immediately accessible and not in His larger supply. Anyway, when we lost the entertainment center, He lost His quick storage area. i made a felt cover for the side of the entertainment center with velcro sticky stuff. So that the entire side could be covered up and as it faced the wall, no one even noticed it.
Now He's looking for a place just as convenient and said to me today that He was thinking of just hanging the stuff right on the wall on His side of the bed. Umm yeah that's perfect because no one would notice THAT. So really, how many people come into the bedroom? Well not like we have regular bedroom traffic but SOME people (His Mom) do come into the bedroom. This just got me to thinking, how tired we get of hiding, everything. Mostly for me, the collar that i wear every day. During the winter time i wear a turtle neck so i don't have to worry about going out in public in the leather collar. But it's always a concern that the neck might fall a bit or if i wear a white one, will it show through? If the neck on the turtle neck is tall enough or if i get too hot at home, can i take it off, then i'll have to remove the collar altogether.
How great would it be if there were some way to integrate our life into our vanilla life. The problem is, they just wouldn't understand. No one would, i think. There isn't a good way to make the two meld into one and have everyone live happily ever after. The problem is, i don't think that we're willing to risk the relationships we have to find out, either.
Master and i don't hide our core values from anyone. Anyone who knows us, knows who is in charge and "who wears the pants in the family", if you will. It's clear to anyone that we both are happy with this arrangement and wouldn't trade the way we live, for the world. i just think we both hope for a time where we could be a bit more open with who we really are, some time in the future.
Peace to you and yours,
MD's treasure
Master and i don't hide our core values from anyone. Anyone who knows us, knows who is in charge and "who wears the pants in the family", if you will. It's clear to anyone that we both are happy with this arrangement and wouldn't trade the way we live, for the world. i just think we both hope for a time where we could be a bit more open with who we really are, some time in the future.
Peace to you and yours,
MD's treasure
Monday, February 07, 2011
No Pic Nic
The last few weeks have been a bit of a roller coaster for Master and i in that we've had to watch close friends, break up. For all intents and purposes they were really the only couple that we truly know, in the lifestyle, in real life. We've met others but these guys are our friends. The last few weeks, we feel like we went through the break up with them, the whole pain staking process. Of course, we didn't, we weren't there but it's difficult because we were there when they met and now we're here for the break up.
Now what? In some way we feel a sense of responsibility, Master introduced them and in every way, we wanted them to get together. Very soon after they started talking, their relationship took off like wild fire and the rest is history. As i see it, we gave them each other but we can't feel responsible for what happens next. But... we do, somewhat.
They are terrific people, both in their own right, she's loving and passionate and he's caring and sweet with a quiet sadistic side to him that very few people see. Seemed like a perfect match. The thing is once they were together everything else was out of our hands and that's the very hard thing to let go of, having to sit by and watch them sink or swim. For a long time they were swimming just fine but we've never lived close by so we didn't talk a ton to them. The bottom line is, Master and i feel bad. i feel guilty and i can't help but feel like we failed them, somehow.
This post isn't for or to them, i'm not sure if they'll see it or not. It's more of me just hoping that they don't blame us, or feel some sense of bitterness, once the dust has settled. That would be terrible.
i think as with anything, we have found happiness in this lifestyle and she had already been in the lifestyle. He expressed interest in it and Master immediately thought of her, she was single, he was single... It seemed like a no brainer and we simply wanted them to find as much happiness as we have found. No one could fault us for that, i suppose.
How would you feel?
MD's treasure
Ask me anything.
Now what? In some way we feel a sense of responsibility, Master introduced them and in every way, we wanted them to get together. Very soon after they started talking, their relationship took off like wild fire and the rest is history. As i see it, we gave them each other but we can't feel responsible for what happens next. But... we do, somewhat.
They are terrific people, both in their own right, she's loving and passionate and he's caring and sweet with a quiet sadistic side to him that very few people see. Seemed like a perfect match. The thing is once they were together everything else was out of our hands and that's the very hard thing to let go of, having to sit by and watch them sink or swim. For a long time they were swimming just fine but we've never lived close by so we didn't talk a ton to them. The bottom line is, Master and i feel bad. i feel guilty and i can't help but feel like we failed them, somehow.
This post isn't for or to them, i'm not sure if they'll see it or not. It's more of me just hoping that they don't blame us, or feel some sense of bitterness, once the dust has settled. That would be terrible.
i think as with anything, we have found happiness in this lifestyle and she had already been in the lifestyle. He expressed interest in it and Master immediately thought of her, she was single, he was single... It seemed like a no brainer and we simply wanted them to find as much happiness as we have found. No one could fault us for that, i suppose.
How would you feel?
MD's treasure
Ask me anything.
Sunday, February 06, 2011
Super Bowl Sunday
Barely making this post under the wire. Our party went well, Master worked His ever-lovin' tail off and everything looked great. The food was good and we had more than anyone could ever dream of eating. We had pizza and taco bean dip and chips and brownies and cocktail shrimp and sauce, cheese, sausage and crackers... you name it, we had it. It was all really nice.
Master even rigged it up where just about every room anyone was in, there was a TV to watch the game. It was pretty funny and clever.
In other news, really sad news even... our Froggie died. He looked pretty bad last night, turning himself over and over on his back and this morning he was gone. It didn't look good for him last night and i had a long talk with him in the middle of the night. i told him how awesome he was to have brought so much joy into our lives. One tiny little creature, brought an unbelievable amount of joy into this house. Once we're sure the tank is safe, Master said we can get more frogs, but not until we're absolutely positive everything is alright. Right now we're just going to have the fish we have for a while and continue to cycle our tank. What a blessing that little froggie was, we're going to miss him, so much. i'm still so thankful that i got him for my birthday though. If Master's sister hadn't given me those frogs, i never would have gotten to know about the wonderful world of African Dwarf Frogs. They're amazing, truly.
Master and i are both pretty worn out from working on the party and even from losing little Froggie. i was up and down all night last night, checking on him. i didn't sleep well, at all. i think we'll go to bed very soon at least i think so.
That's it for me for today though, i hope everyone had a good Super Bowl Sunday.
Peace to you and yours,
MD's treasure
Master even rigged it up where just about every room anyone was in, there was a TV to watch the game. It was pretty funny and clever.
That's it for me for today though, i hope everyone had a good Super Bowl Sunday.
Peace to you and yours,
MD's treasure
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Mr. Fix It
This week has been full of a whole lot of not much. It seems like i've been busy every day and i think i have but looking back i don't think i've accomplished much. Master said we were going to have a Super Bowl party and it wasn't until today that His sister called and said that she was finally able to get an answer whether or not she was going to be able to come. She's been trying to get an answer for well over a week, i think. Now instead of two guests we're having six. It's fine except we weren't really ready. Master was tired to begin with today and the day hasn't gone very well.
my froggie broke his arm and i'm upset about it, i don't expect Master to do anything about it, but if i am upset about it, somehow this equates to Him thinking i expect Him to solve it. i am upset, the froggie looks pathetic, pretty much i'm looking for, "yes I agree, the frog looks pathetic". i think in some Masterly world He believes He is supposed to fix all that is wrong, for me. i don't look to Him to solve it, i only look to Him to agree that yes indeed the frog looks bad. He doesn't have to be "Mr. Fix it". He just has to be Master and let me cry, but i know it breaks His heart when i cry, or sometimes He gets mad because i'm crying (like this time) about the frog and everything goes to hell in a hand basket and things get worse. AND we still have to get ready for friggen company! haha WELCOME TO OUR HAPPY HOUSE... errr...
Naaaaahhhh it's not that bad... by tomorrow we'll be fine and we'll both have had a good night's sleep and we'll be sorta ready for company. That's a big. fat. sorta. Master said that because we had like zero notice we're not killing ourselves getting ready. i like the way He thinks! At least we had a plan for food and nothing i'm making is hard, at all and it's just as easy to make for 8 as it is for four. It'll be fun and it gives Master a chance to have everyone come over and enjoy the TV in the basement that we don't get to use much. It's huge and perfect for the Super Bowl.
So i didn't write near enough this week and even though we were stuck inside a couple days this week, i was cleaning and trying to find some semblance of order in my closet. That too was a big. fat. fail. i did all my laundry and now i have no where to put it all. It's mostly put away but pretty much just jammed in there, lol. It's because of Master's love of pretty clothes on me. AND His love of shoes. There are just too many shoes in there, way too many to keep on shelves and racks. No matter how hard i try, i can't keep them neatly sorted. They are paired but many on the floor, there are over 200 pair in there and while it's a nice big walk in, there's simply not enough room! lol Master built a lovely shoe shelf from floor to ceiling as well as hung racks on the walls and door. STILL not enough! hahahaha!!! =) Yet, we still buy more??? hmmm
i better scoot off here, this isn't getting any more cleaning done, is it?
Peace to you and yours,
MD's treasure
my froggie broke his arm and i'm upset about it, i don't expect Master to do anything about it, but if i am upset about it, somehow this equates to Him thinking i expect Him to solve it. i am upset, the froggie looks pathetic, pretty much i'm looking for, "yes I agree, the frog looks pathetic". i think in some Masterly world He believes He is supposed to fix all that is wrong, for me. i don't look to Him to solve it, i only look to Him to agree that yes indeed the frog looks bad. He doesn't have to be "Mr. Fix it". He just has to be Master and let me cry, but i know it breaks His heart when i cry, or sometimes He gets mad because i'm crying (like this time) about the frog and everything goes to hell in a hand basket and things get worse. AND we still have to get ready for friggen company! haha WELCOME TO OUR HAPPY HOUSE... errr...
Naaaaahhhh it's not that bad... by tomorrow we'll be fine and we'll both have had a good night's sleep and we'll be sorta ready for company. That's a big. fat. sorta. Master said that because we had like zero notice we're not killing ourselves getting ready. i like the way He thinks! At least we had a plan for food and nothing i'm making is hard, at all and it's just as easy to make for 8 as it is for four. It'll be fun and it gives Master a chance to have everyone come over and enjoy the TV in the basement that we don't get to use much. It's huge and perfect for the Super Bowl.
So i didn't write near enough this week and even though we were stuck inside a couple days this week, i was cleaning and trying to find some semblance of order in my closet. That too was a big. fat. fail. i did all my laundry and now i have no where to put it all. It's mostly put away but pretty much just jammed in there, lol. It's because of Master's love of pretty clothes on me. AND His love of shoes. There are just too many shoes in there, way too many to keep on shelves and racks. No matter how hard i try, i can't keep them neatly sorted. They are paired but many on the floor, there are over 200 pair in there and while it's a nice big walk in, there's simply not enough room! lol Master built a lovely shoe shelf from floor to ceiling as well as hung racks on the walls and door. STILL not enough! hahahaha!!! =) Yet, we still buy more??? hmmm
i better scoot off here, this isn't getting any more cleaning done, is it?
Peace to you and yours,
MD's treasure
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