It must be my week.

From another blog:

"I have to wonder IF this BDSM lifestyle is something that most of the population can maintain for any length of time."

Well, we're 10 years and counting and we're far from leading the pack. Keep watching this space for our 20th anniversary of collar wearing, kneeling, piercing, bondage and sucking on command.

"Because I have a feeling that at one point or another someone is going to land up feeling lost invisible and hurt."

Unlike all those vanilla relationships that are 50% headbutting and end up in divorce 50% of the time. I'll stick with what works.

~MD, rocking the boat

The Master makes a guest appearance.

My girl was telling me about something she read and she was reluctant to post anything about it because she goes out of her way to not make waves with anyone. I, on the other hand, don't usually give a shit.   :)   I rarely post anything here and I thought this was as good a time as any to rock the boat.

Libby, of "a submissive's musings" made a post about some "Domme" who said "I am looking for someone who wants a young, sexy Mistress or Princess to spoil, adore and OBEY. If you are ready to be My pay pig, then contact Me now. You must be prepared to PROVE you want to spoil Me financially by sending Me a small donation or gift certificate. If you are not ready to spoil Me with gifts, then KEEP IT MOVING."

Apparently, this "Domme" has links to stores so guys can shower her with tokens of their devotion to her uberness, and they can also buy her crusty, old, used drawers at the low, low price of 2 for $40. Several people agreed with her less than favorable assessment of that "Domme", and several disagreed. I happen to agree with all the commenters. How can that be? Well, like most men in my position, I generally agree with the notion that there are no rules in this lifestyle, and the whole "your kink is not my kink but that's OK" philosophy. However, if I was going to be truly honest to myself and the world, I'd have to admit that I find the entire FemDom idea to be preposterous. I have broad shoulders and I can take the hate that will surely rain down on me for saying that, but I have my reasons and to me, they are quite valid. I certainly don't expect any submissive male to change his way of thinking just because I say so and I would never tell anyone else how to live his or her life as long as it doesn't directly or adversely affect me or mine.

None of us need to pretend to like or understand the way other people live, we don't even have to accept it, we just have to leave them alone to live however they want to because it's none of our business. Libby makes a valid point about how the vanilla world looks at "our world" and when they see crap like that, they look at all of us the same way. Frankly, I don't give a baboon's fat, red ass what anyone thinks of the way we live our lives, vanilla or not. They can accept it or they can "KEEP IT MOVING" as the crusty panty "Domme" would say. I will continue to tell my girl how to dress, when to shut up, when to suck and when to speak. I'll spank, slap, cuff, gag, blind and hood her when I damn well please and I'll put holes in her flesh when and where I please. No one but her has to accept or understand any of it and I don't give a damn that the vanilla world will NEVER accept lifestyles that veer too far from missionary in the bed with the lights off. (That sounds like some kind of attempt to put an end to a game of Sex Clue.) We will never be able to practice the more daring parts of our lifestyles in public without fear of legal and religious persecution, but just as a fat, smelly woman can wear sweats and a tube top to Target, you can wear your collar and rings and tattoos and brands as well, just be prepared to be laughed at, frowned upon and pointed toward. Don't do anything illegal, or even borderline illegal in public and most of us will be able to live and let live. Religious zealots and related nutjobs will always be zealots and nutjobs, just steer clear of them and/or vote them out.

The moral of my story is, I'm selling my rancid, holey, stuck to the carpet, used to be white socks for $5 a pair. Contact me here for the Paypal link.

~MD

Cabin Fever

March Q & A~

To anyone sending questions via my email address~ please let me know if you would like your question posted on the blog. Questions that are more personal i am less likely to post on the blog unless given the A-okay from you to post it! =)

Keep them coming but be specific if you want your question posted please! =)

Master and i had to make a quick run up to the fish store cause our fish got sick and now it's going to be a pain in the butt to get them better again. It's common but just a pain to get them all well again.

Master and i continue to struggle some lately, i think it's just a thing right now. It's not bad and we're talking things through but we do seem to be a lot less tolerant of each other more lately than most times. It could just be that we have an old fashioned case of cabin fever, who knows.

As much as i don't really like summer, i'm looking forward to getting outside some and being able to get more exercise. We both need it. i know that it will be fun to do more "play" stuff outside too. We've hardly ever done anything in the pool and i would like to try some type of bondage in the pool. i know we're limited with privacy but it would be fun to at least play around in there. Setting up a night time camera out there would be a blast while having the pool light on. i don't even know what is possible but Master did have some silicone/rubber cuffs at one time that He made that would be perfect for that type of setting. The silicone and stainless steel collar would also work great too. Too bad Iowa is only warm for about 4 hours out of the year! hahaha okay it's not THAT bad! =p

i'm sure it will get better soon, i have faith.

i hope all is well out in blogville!

Peace to you and yours,

MD's treasure

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

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

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.

The day i was officially collared...and named.

There were some really pretty names that people had on Fet Life, others, not so pretty but more derogatory or humiliating. To each their own of course, i know there are many slaves who answer to particular names that make them feel more owned than others. A name like mine might make them feel much less of a slave than something more humiliating might. Where my name makes me feel honored or treasured =) if you will, someone else's name makes them feel used and that's what they need. It's all in how we're wired.

i would love to hear how other people view their slave name or how it makes them feel, there were some interesting stories on Fet Life too. i would just like to hear how they came to be or what our slave names mean to us.

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

Ask me anything

Quiet Time

Chimpanzee

i worked tonight and when i get home from work i'm always pretty worn out so i hadn't planned on writing tonight. Master had other plans for me when He asked me if i was going to write and i said no, He said, "yes you are, your going to write about chimpanzees". So... i know nothing about chimpanzees other than what i have seen at the zoo and that i think they are extremely cute. So i went to a web site and what i found there was sad! i found a site called Save the Chimps and you can read all about how they have been used and abused. You can also find out more how to help, if you so choose.

Nothing much has happened since i last wrote except that i went to a concert last night. i went to see Bette Midler's Kiss my Brass concert. i never used to be a big fan of hers but in the last few years i have grown to have a new appreciation for her. The concert was more than i ever would have imagined. i'm not sure how old she is, but her energy level is that of a 10 year old. She danced the entire night and her show was spectacular. She was funny, she was exciting and she was crude at times but all in all an awesome show. i would highly recommend seeing her should you have the chance. She sang The Rose as her last song and it brought me to tears. Partly because i used that song in my collaring ceremony to Master and every time i hear it, it reminds me of that night.

The best part of going to the concert was the fact that i got to go with what i might call a new friend. Master and her husband have been friends for probably more than 20 years so i met her through Master. Her husband was in our wedding and we see them quite often down at their cabin on the river. Her mom just recently passed away and they had tickets to see Bette Midler and when she had this extra ticket, she asked me to go with her. i was very honored to go with her as this event was something that she would have shared with her mother. We had a wonderful time just chatting and getting to know one another better and throughout the evening we were very comfortable with each other. It was like we had been friends for many years and i was thrilled. i don't have friends here as i'm still somewhat new to the area and i have only just started working so i haven't had a chance to meet many people. i finally feel like i'm starting to make a life for myself here, other than my life with Master.

Tomorrow will be a busy day as Master's dad is coming over and we'll be moving furniture around to accommodate our new curio cabinet. It's been standing in our living room for far too long and it needs a home so i'm very glad to know it will finally have a place in the house. i would like to give the house a thorough cleaning before the holidays so hopefully now i'll have that chance, with the cabinet out of the way. i'll stop rambling now and head off to veg in front of the TV till i fall asleep or until Master tells me to go to bed.

Peace to you and yours,

MD's treasure

i think it's paper....

Today is our one year anniversary. Master and i were married in a little church in the near by town at 4pm November 1, 2003. All our friends and family were there and it was the second best day of my life. The best day of my life was the day we had my collaring ceremony. We really had a wonderful time and i was so pleased that i didn't faint at the wedding. i have been known to faint or "black out" when i'm in a wedding. i think that everything was just so perfect and i felt so good about it, that there was no way i was going to faint. my brother gave me away and my sister and best friend stood up for me. Master had His two best friends stand up for Him and everyone looked amazing. The girls wore black Ann Klein dresses and they were stunning. Both of them are incredibly beautiful women so you could put a gunny sack on them and they would still look great.

The one thing that made the day so perfect was that before the wedding, after i was gone to the church, Master got a phone call from our lawyer. We had been in an appeals case for over 2 years trying to get my disability approved. The lawyer called to say that i had won my case and i would be getting my disability that i had worked so hard for. Master didn't say a word about it to anyone before the wedding and when the Minister pronounced us Man and wife, Master leaned over and told me that i won my case!!!!!! i had a flurry of emotion, i was happy, i was relieved, i was in shock...... not to mention that i had just gotten married to the Man of my dreams. It was surreal to say the least.

Master and i spent the night at a local hotel in a whirlpool suite and we didn't take our honeymoon until several months later. The next day my family had to leave to return to their respective lives, my brother and his family had to fly back to Boston and my sister and her family back to Illinois. my mom and grandma were going to stay to help open gifts but they opted to head back to Illinois as well. We spent the entire day with Master's mom opening gifts and that was a blast!! i never thought that we would be getting gifts, i just didn't put any thought in to it and i was just dumbfounded by everyone's generosity. i'll never forget Master's gift to me. Master was a little surprised when His mom told Him that i got Him a wedding gift. So, knowing me as well as He does, He got me two boxes of Crunch n Munch. It's been a running joke with us since we have been together as i'm a Crunch n Munch fanatic!!! So the gift was perfect!!! i couldn't have been happier.

We will be going out tonight to celebrate our anniversary although Master hasn't said where we will be going. i'm sure that there will be some play time when we get home to commemorate the occasion at least i'm *hoping*.

As to my title.... i think the symbol for the first anniversary is paper!

Peace to you and yours!

MD's treasure