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

Handcuffed Blowjob, Take 2

The video clips that Master and i make are amateur clips. That’s the intention, they aren’t scripted and i almost never know what we’re going to do other than “we’re going to make a clip”. Sometimes i don’t even know that much. So the other day Master told me i was going to give Him a blow-job and that was as much information as i had. It’s really more than i usually get haha.

He put this harness blindfold on me and i went to “work” haha. Midway through what i thought was a pretty intense work out, M handed me a pair of handcuffs and told me to put them on. Let me remind you, i am blind folded and not just a lil strap on velcro deal either. A whole head harness buckle up, there’s no way in heck you’re even going to see a glimmer of light, blindfold. So i took the handcuffs and slap the left cuff shut with several clicks and thought, hmmmmm…. something seems amiss. See… i’m not the one that puts these things on me, like ever. So there goes the mood cause i have to interrupt what was a pretty hot and heavy blow job to tell M that i’ve blundered the hand cuffs and i’m fairly sure they are on backward.

Sooooo He’s gotta get up, fiddle with the keys and we have to start over! This is the one time where Master is totally fine with having as many takes as possible!!! hahahaha

But the handcuff thing? Yeah, i’m pretty much a full-on genius.

MD’s treasure

The Nature Of The Beast

Today is a quiet day. Master is watching football, it’s a cool fall day and a good day for me to get lots of things done. Now, where is that get up and go? i had it for a few minutes yesterday but it didn’t last long haha. Even the brisk fall air isn’t helping much, i was thinking that perhaps it was the warm air and that once it got cooler outside i would get some spunk. i really don’t care much for the warm weather, i operate much better when it’s a little cooler. i love to wear a sweater or sweatshirt rather than a light shirt or t-shirt, i always have.

Yesterday i made a pot of chili and some home made corn bread, it all turned out really well and even Master liked it. He’s not all that crazy about chili but then He admitted that He’s used to His mom’s chili which is pretty tasteless. i put it all in the crock pot and we have plenty left over for tonight’s supper as well. i never used to like corn bread but it’s sort of growing on me and it couldn’t be any easier to make.

my Sister called this morning and asked Master to get me up, she just had to talk to me! They got a new puppy and she wanted to talk to me on Skype so i could see him. They named him Walter Payton Manning. Her husband is a huge Bears/Walter Payton fan and she is a Peyton Manning fan. One of them had to compromise on the spelling, obviously it was her lol. They got a Wired Hair Fox Terrier and he’s really adorable, he’s 8 weeks and 5 pounds, but he won’t be very big. i only got to see him for a few minutes before he fell asleep but then he pooped out and put himself to bed! She’ll obsess about this dog like crazy, but that’s okay, it’ll give her something to do.

Master’s rule for me to suck His cock twice a day continues to be something i struggle with. Not because i don’t want to do it but because finding the right time is difficult. He’s busy doing something, He wants to jump in the shower, He’s just gotten dressed, i am cleaning, i am doing my chores, we’re getting ready to go somewhere or we’re gone for hours at a time and it’s late when we get home. Then i’ll have to fit those two times within a very short time frame, before bed. There are all sorts of circumstances that come up, we’ll get up and rush to leave the house early and get home, then once we’re home, i am ill. That just happened the other night. That time i hadn’t done it once let alone twice.

So what did i do? Once i was feeling better i did it once then sat on the edge of the bed so i wouldn’t fall asleep until 4:30am and came in and did it again. i fear getting in trouble, not because of the punishments but because i don’t like “being in trouble”. There are also many times that i am ill and i go to suck Master’s cock and He won’t allow it knowing that i am hurting too badly. That doesn’t get me in trouble, but it does make me feel guilty. Would i rather put myself in the predicament of having to sit up and wait to fulfill my duties or would i rather feel the guilt of Him allowing me a pass because i am hurting?

The obvious answer is neither. i would rather not hurt and be able to suck His cock every day with no pain and have complete and total passion with no thought at all of my headache pain. That not being the case, i don’t know what is the better choice. Sometimes i think i’m too hard on myself, sometimes i think He isn’t hard enough. Really though, only He can decide and i have to accept His decisions. Whether or not i think He’s being too lenient, too harsh or just perfect. It’s something i’ll always struggle with i think, i want to please Him and i know that He can see that if there is more pain than i can handle, then i’m in need of His leniency. It’s then that i need to accept it and just be thankful for Him. i’ve never been very good at being the recipient. i am usually the giver, not usually the getter, the nature of the beast, right? haha =)

Peace to you and yours,

MD’s treasure

Being loved

We had a really nice day, the weather was amazing when we drove through a riverside park. We got out to check out what seemed to be a WWI tank and Master took my picture looking like a USO girl along side the tank. Then He took me out for a really nice dinner that while the atmosphere was a little louder than we had hoped for, the food was good and as always, we enjoyed each others company.

Master thought we should try the video shop to see what new movies we might be missing out on, turns out, not much right now. So we passed on getting anything new and thought about our next move. It was much too early to head home, it was just way too nice outside to go home and huddle up on our new bed for the night’s TV watching, so we needed to figure out something fun to do, for a little while. The thing is, Master and i can pretty much have fun just walking through the grocery store, so that’s just about what we did. We went shopping! Master wanted to look at a few things and He wanted me to browse the clothes.

Master found a short skirt for me, He is always on the look out for short skirts to wear about the house when we’re alone. Skirts that will show stockings and garters and barely cover anything at all. Basically skirts that serve absolutely no purpose whatsoever. So He found a great one. Once home, i asked Master if i could try on my new skirt and once i had it on, Master decided that i would leave it on for the remainder of the evening. Even though it was midnight when i tried it on, it didn’t matter, i don’t get undressed until i am going to go sleep. We watch television in bed for the most part but i am still fully clothed with the exception of my shoes for cleanliness issues of course. i mean really, who wears their shoes on the bed?? EWW!

For the majority of the last three weeks, the days have been tolerable. my headache pain has been bad, worse than normal, i count the minutes until i can take my next dose of tylenol but that much i can stand. Night time is another story altogether. Night time is when the monster rears his ugly head and there are no limits to the agony. As understanding and patient as Master is about the pain that i am in, i still have duties as a slave to Master. i have to pleasure Master and this new rule isn’t one that i am allowed to slide on, shall we say. If i haven’t followed through with sucking His cock earlier in the day, no matter how badly my head hurts late at night, i must still go through with it. Many times He’ll stop me and i won’t have to finish all the way, if the pain is just intolerable. This is what happened this night in particular, only when Master told me that i was allowed to get ready for bed, He had other plans for me.

He told me to get in bed in the middle of the bed and just lay there near Him, He had me turn off all the lights and pull the curtains around the bed to block any additional light to stop any other light sensitivity. There was silence, just us breathing and Master’s hands rubbing my stomach, touching me anywhere that He hoped would stop me from thinking about the pain. It’s not easy and never has been easy to bring me to orgasm but Master asked me if i thought i would be able to and i said that i was pretty sure i could. It wasn’t long before i asked if i could cum and He said “beg me”. i’ve never had to beg before and i was certain that i would lose it, He made me beg for quite a while and i just knew it was going to be gone before He would allow me to cum. i held on and before i knew it, He said that i could cum.

Master is the romantic One, He always has been, not the bring home the flowers, type. Just the more sentimental one. After He gave me an orgasm, we didn’t have sex this time. This time we actually made love, Master said that it’s His favorite thing to do, in the world. He meant it, He has said it before, when He says it, i know He means it. i usually don’t say much because i am embarrassed by what He has said or i am overwhelmed by Him. This time i told Him something i don’t think i’ve ever told Him before. i said that the very first time we made love as Husband and wife, it was a feeling that i would never forget and every time since, the day after, i think about it and think that we’ve just made love. i feel closer to Him and it’s like we have a little secret, that no one else will ever know.

This much i didn’t say being His slave, His wife, is the most important thing in my life. Sometimes just being loved is enough to take the pain away, even for a split second. Master proved to me once again why i should lay my head on my pillow every night knowing that i am loved.

His treasure

Being the bigger person, no matter how hard it is

i’ve been trying to get this posted all week and every time i sit down to write something else comes up and i get distracted. This week Master and i updated pretty much every single profile i have on line and as you’ll see, a few days ago, He updated the side bar as well. i’m sure this took much longer than it should have but i move slowly haha.

It’s been very rainy the last couple days and we went shopping yesterday and got caught in a nasty storm where we had to pull off for a while. We weren’t the only ones, us a several other cars took refuge in a park to avoid the 60+ MPH winds and torrential down pours where we couldn’t see to drive. It was insane and we were driving right into the storm so had we kept going we wouldn’t have driven out of it.

Yesterday i spoke to Master’s Mom on the phone twice, both times i hung up and did nothing but complain about her for several minutes after i got off the phone with her. i really feel as though i am completely in the wrong here, as long as i don’t allow her to walk all over me, i need to be the bigger person in every situation. Even if she’s wrong, as long as it doesn’t cause harm to me or someone else i need to let it go. In the end, what does being right or wrong really matter, honestly? my Grandpa used to say that people argue when aren’t sure. That’s so prophetic, and true! If you’re sure of something, there is nothing to argue about so just let it go, If i know that i am correct about something there is just no reason to argue with her. Let her be, what is the sense in arguing when peace is so much easier. Unless she wants to set the oven to 500 degrees when it’s supposed to be at 300 or it calls for 1 cup of sugar and she wants to add 1 cup of salt, what is the harm?

Master says that it makes me the doormat in all situations but i contend that it allows me to have a servants heart. It teaches me to be humble and not complain and die to it, when i want to complain, i should say something positive. Instead of how angry she makes me i need to say nothing at all or say something positive.

Today i was hoping to spend the day swimming and cook out but the rain sort of changed those plans, maybe we can have a movie night instead! i’ll have to wait and see what Master says. i don’t think it’s a great night to cook out when we’re not sure if it will rain more or not. It sure doesn’t look promising though.

my new rules are going well, i know that Master is loving it that’s for sure and it makes me focus more on pleasing Him and more on serving Him. i am not as shy about approaching Him either where before it was harder for me to just kneel before Him and right out ask to either give Him a blow job or suck His cock, now i have no choice being that it’s a rule. i’ll become more and more comfortable with it as time goes by. The only thing that is difficult about it is that i have been feeling poorly lately and i have been having to work around that quite a bit. i trust that i will be feeling a little better soon and that this is just a slump, i have these and then i’ll feel a bit better for a while, i’m looking forward to that! =)

i hope everyone is having a great weekend.

Peace to you and yours,

MD’s treasure

Ready for Winter

i had a really nice time on my trip to see my family. i got to spend quite a bit of time with my sister and her family and that was wonderful. i also saw my mom and grandma for dinner one night. The whole trip had a bit of a shadow over it though. my sister’s dog is very ill and we’re not sure if he’s going to make it. He has had a development with his kidneys and could be in renal failure. my mom took him today and his levels are not going down even though he’s on fluids, in fact that they are increasing. So it’s really a bad deal as my sister is absolutely grief stricken, as i know i would be. There’s not much i can do for her or the dog except just be there for her and i’m glad i could be there as long as i was.

i was glad to come home, i was gone a day longer than i had expected and i always get pretty homesick when i go away. Master was very understanding about her dog and told me that i could stay the extra day if i needed to. We had a nice evening Saturday night when i got home and an even better Sunday. We went to church for an evening Thanksgiving Service and i thought that it was really nice. i miss going to church and i’m always glad when Master will take me. In the past i was very involved in my church and i have always had a really strong faith. i miss the sense of community that you can only get in a church setting.

When we got home we watched a couple movies that weren’t all that great, but that’s ok. After the movies were over Master sent me to the bedroom and had me strip for Him. He then blindfolded me and had me lie down on the bed. He used the sunbeam electric vibrator and inserted a very large dildo in my pussy. Then He placed clamps on my nipples that were very hard. He played with my pussy and made me cum several times right after He removed the clamps. i thought i was going to go through the roof when He took the clamps off, they had been on there for so long that the rush i felt was amazing. i was totally spent by the time He was done. Then He said it was His turn and He had me give Him a blowjob. He came a ton in my mouth and it was almost more than i could take.

When He got home from work today i asked Him if we could move some furniture that i have been wanting to move for a while now. Instead He wanted to wash the stock car and ready that for sale. We worked outside until i was a Popsicle, but i think that we’re totally ready for winter weather now. All we need to do outside now is put out the decorations and lights for the holidays. i’m sure that Master is looking forward to that! (NOT) He isn’t the most excited holiday decorator but He always indulges me and i’m very thankful for that. =) After we were done outside we came in and He moved the furniture for me and now i have my living room back!!! YAY!!

There’s not too much else happening at the moment, just looking forward to the holidays with our family. i hope that everyone is as excited about the up coming holidays as i am!

Peace to you and yours,

MD’s treasure

Lazy Day

Master came into the bedroom and woke me up in time to watch the football game with Him. It wasn’t early but for me, it wasn’t too late to sleep. We had a really late night and i was still tired from our visit to the cabin. It was a really good time, we drank too much wine and played cards and just chatted for hours. We have a lot in common with our friends and there is never a lull in the conversation. They are very funny and fun people to hang out with and we always have a really good time when we’re with them. This weekend was their last weekend at their cabin until the spring so we won’t see them as much this winter. i’m hoping that we still keep in touch with them throughout the holidays at least.

Unfortunately The Vikings didn’t win today, their third loss in a row and Master was upset. He’s a “big” Viking fan as am i, but He hates to lose, He’s really competitive. So i tried to take His mind off of the game by making a nice supper. We had supper and He went to work on the computer and i made out all my Christmas cards. i’m glad to have them done early this year, it’s just one more thing i won’t have to worry with when the holidays come. i am so excited about the holidays as i am every year. i am a nut when it comes time to decorate the house. i’ll decorate anything that will stand still and Master is so supportive, He will indulge my craziness.

i talked to my sister today and she wants me to come up and visit for a couple days while she’s not working. Master didn’t sound too thrilled about it. He really doesn’t like me to go away without Him but He knows that it’s important for me to see my family, so i’m sure He would let me go if i really want to. i’ll just take it by ear and see what happens, only that i need to let my sister know if i’m coming or not.

Master just called me to the bathroom where He had my kneepad laid out in front of the shower door. He told me to put on the blindfold that He had set on the sink and had me kneel in front of the shower. When He got out, He told me to dry Him off with my tongue. i licked and lapped up the water from His body until it was only moist from my mouth. Then He used my mouth as a fuck toy and fucked my mouth until He erupted in my mouth. He called me His cum slut before He came in my mouth. Then He dismissed me to go about my business. Any time He uses me for His pleasure i’m reminded of my place as His property, just a toy to be fucked or used at His whim, then set aside to be used another time. i especially need these reminders seeing that He is somewhat easy on me at other times due to my headaches. So the more reminders He can give me, the better i perform as His slave.

All in all it was a very slow and lazy day. A perfect Sunday where we just sat around and watch the race and the game. It would have been a truly “perfect” day had the Vikings won!!

Peace to you and yours,

MD’s treasure

Used

Even though i have been a slave for a few years now, i have never been “used” the way that Master used me this morning. When He got up, He told me to go kneel beside the toilet. i just thought that i would be giving Him a blow-job when He was done using the bathroom. Instead when He was done relieving Himself, He turned to me and told me to clean off His cock with my mouth. i don’t have a very strong stomach but i surprisingly did pretty well. i did as He asked and He even told me that i did a good job, which made it well worth it. i have never been used as a toilet, but i have been urinated on in the shower. So this was a little bit of a new experience for me.

At first i was totally disgusted and i felt dirty, like i needed to brush my teeth right away. But then i felt like a nasty little slave and that was a pretty good feeling. As long as Master was happy with me, i feel good about my performance, no matter how small the task.

Master and i are going to a fish fry tonight at our friends cabin on the river. Master’s friend is an excellent cook, or so i’m told, and He has a freezer full of fish that he has caught over the summer. So Master has been looking forward to this fish fry all summer and fall. Master loves fish, unlike me who hates it, but i’m happy that He’ll finally get to enjoy a long awaited treat.

i have been doing a little baking to take with us tonight as i actually got up at a decent time today. That makes 3 days in a row that i have been up at a somewhat normal time!!! When we get home this afternoon from getting haircuts, i’ll finish my cooking to take with us tonight. Then i’ll help Master on some chores around the house. He wants to get His stockcar sold as it takes up a large chunk of the garage and we could use the money to spend on Christmas. So we’re really hoping to sell it soon.

Well i’m off to get my haircut. Have a wonderful day everyone!! =)

Peace to you and yours,

MD’s treasure

Happy Halloween!!!!!

i love Halloween, have i mentioned that? =) We had trick or treaters last night instead of tonight so tonight has been really quiet. We had quite a few kids until we ran out of candy and then we left for Master’s mom’s house. She had candy for us even though all her kids are grown, she still gives us all candy every year! Not a bad deal, i think. i talked to my sister for a minute tonight while she was handy out candy and she said that she’ll have over 500 kids as she has in the years past. Now THAT’S a lot of candy!

Well i have just completed my absentee ballot for the election. i’ll take it to the City Hall on election day and i can only hope that everyone out there plans on voting. This is such an important election year, i won’t thrust my political opinions on anyone, all i will do is encourage everyone that is eligible to get out there and vote!!

Night before last Master decided that i needed a good spanking seeing that He hasn’t given me a “good one” in a while. He had me strip after we had supper and kept me like that until bed time. When He took me to bed we were laying there watching TV and out-of-the-blue i felt His hand come down on my bare pussy so hard it brought tears to my eyes. It doesn’t take much to bring tears to my eyes however. i do O.K. having my ass spanked but when He spanks my pussy i have absolutely no tolerance for pain. He used His fingers to play with me a bit alternately spanking my pussy what seemed like as hard as He could. With every lash i cried out in pain but that didn’t seem to alter His plan in the least. He opted for a blow-job and He continued to spank my pussy. He said that with each smack i got wetter and wetter. i think that my mind hates it but my body feels differently.

By the time He decided to fuck what was His, i was soaking wet and ready for Him. That’s when He started spanking my ass and i’m sure He had visions of leaving nice red marks. i’m not sure if He left marks or not but it certainly felt red hot. He said afterward that i need a “maintenance spanking” so i’m guessing i’m in for another spanking soon. He doesn’t feel i got enough while He was fucking me so i’ll be in for more very soon.
i do know that when He spanks me, even just a little, it helps to “ground me” and gets me back in a slave-like mind, where i know i want and need to be.

i hope you all had a wonderful Halloween!!

Peace to you and yours,

MD’s treasure

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