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holiday baking has begun, so far , 6 pumpkin rolls and 2 batches of fudge. cookies next.

getting ready for halloween party tonight, sally from nightmare before xmas, hope i dont break my neck walking in 6'' heels. lmao

wow what a night, had friends take me to a restruant called Lips in san diego . one of the best birthdays i ever had

i realized i am getting old, when i start reading. "if your over 35,dont bother". i so feel a mid-life circus coming on. lol

dont forget to set your clock ahead tonight!

Yaaaa its offical, off to vegas next month for natinol dart tourney!!!

Happy new year E/everyone  , please be safe.

started christmas baking today, pumpkin roll and peanut butter kiss cookies.

really could use someone to talk to right now. was just in first accident of my life . and i dont remember much of it

Made waffled french toast for breakfast!!!

funny song video/song i found!!

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Just watched the restore sanity rally, i could go on and on about my opinion. but only one word can describe it..... AWSOME

I'm a male slave I find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive to another in a loving relationship. I am not weak, or stupid. I do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength. I look to my loving Mistress for guidance and protection, for never am I more complete than when She is with me. I know that She will protect my body, my mind, and my soul with Her strength and wisdom. She is everything to me. Her touch awakens me and Her thoughts free me. She punishes me sometimes, but I accept them thankfully, knowing that She has my best interests always foremost in Her mind. If She desires my body for pleasure, I shall joyfully give it to Her, and take pleasure myself from knowing that I have brought Her happiness. However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of any relationship. The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship. My body is Her's, and if She says I am beautiful, then I am. No matter what I look like to others, I am beautiful in Her eyes, and because of that I hold my head high...for who can tell me that my Mistress is wrong in seeing the beauty in me?  If She says I am Her toy, Her slut, Her beast, then I am that...as wanton and dirty as She wants me to be, and if others do not see this, then it is they who are blind, not my Mistress. My mind is Hers, to expand, to explore, to know as only She can. I have no secrets from Her...for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being more perfectly Her. Secrets would put a wall up between my Mistress and myself...and I do not want walls. Her lessons are not always ones I would seek on my own, but they are lessons She has decided I need, and so I learn from Her. My soul is Her's, as bare to Her touch as ever my skin could be when I kneel naked at Her feet. Never a moment goes by when I do not feel Her presence, be She miles away or standing over me. If I were to ever displease Her, Her displeasure would be a blow to my soul, worse punishment than any physical pain could be. The anguish of my soul that I feel when I disappoint Her is harder to bear than the physical anguish. I spend my days knowing that the energy and thought She puts into our relationship is as much for my benefit as for Hers, and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene that we do together. Her part is much harder than mine, and I know this and am grateful that She cares enough about me to spend Her time and energy so freely on me. I have the easier job: to feel, to experience, to let myself go and abandon everything to Her. I am Her pleasure and Her responsibility, and She takes both seriously. I am a male slave. I am proud to call myself that. My submission is a gift that I do not give lightly, and can only be given to one who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold. Only to She who has that strength will I give myself fully, because I am strong and proud. I am a male slave devoted to Her."

Aother poem i wrote, hopes you enjoy!

Screams of agony
All but muted by the gag
Lightening fast lashes
Crimson marks
Droplets form like tears
The drops so pure
So full of life
Teeth sink in around the wound
Suckling the heated flesh
She is full of blood lust
Her nails gripping
Holiding him in place
Each nail piercing his willing flesh
Her lust never to be sated