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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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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

2 comments:

  1. I would love to see your bed...Do you have it posted...please send the link

    Carrie

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  2. Hi Carrie,

    There is a link in my post, but i'll give you another one =) For more pictures, go to Master's Flikr link on the side bar of the blog and ask to be His friend. There are tons more there for you to see!! =)

    Thanks for your interest!!!


    http://mdpt.blogspot.com/2010/09/bed.html

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