Who’s That lady?

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!

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 4×4 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

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

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

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

Exactly what i wanted, i just didn’t know it… yet!

So i’ve been asking Master for a new foundation garment, i wear an all in one open bottom with 4 garters. i am just needing a new one as after washing the ones i have wear out. He handed me a package the other day and said that He got me a new foundation garment and that i was to try it on. i knew immediately it wasn’t the “right” one because i could feel the boning was stronger, right through the packing.

When i took it out of the package i could see it was more of a corselette, so i set out to find other garments to wear with it. i have a long line bra but not a great fitting one, let me rephrase that, i have many long line bras, but not one that is a great fit. So i made due. Once i had the whole outfit on, i was really happy with the look. The new foundation garment fit great, much better than any other laced garment i have had before. Any other time i have tried a corselette it’s been much too long or short, but this time with the laces tightened properly and tight enough, it fit well. my stomach was nice and flat and the skirt that i had one before, i slipped back on and it was nearly too big. i can easily tuck a shirt in without feeling self conscience and that’s a feeling i haven’t had for a while. i’m not sure how many inches it took off my waist but i know it was a couple at least.

i haven’t worn it every day since, but i have worn it and i definitely plan on incorporating into my daily attire as soon as i find a good fitting long line bra. In the mean time i’ll make due with the bras that i have and wear it occasionally, it’s worth it. i know that Master enjoyed it very much so for that alone, it’s worth it for me me.

i felt sexier that night than i have felt in a long time, i wasn’t really even wearing anything different that night as far as my skirt and blouse, but once i was dressed in my foundation garments, i put on higher heels, longer earrings and a touch more make up. Feeling sexy automatically makes you look sexy, that’s just a fact, it’s gotta be, right? haha

Peace to you and yours,

MD’s treasure

Stripped

Last night when i got home from my second night of bowling for the week, i started in on supper. When supper was almost ready, Master told me to go the bedroom and take off all my clothes. He had me eat supper, do the dishes… all of my “normal” stuff completely naked. This was pretty difficult for me and real lesson in humility. i don’t remember the last time i felt so exposed, even if it was just to Him. i also had a feeling of complete submission, i felt as though i was totally open and ready for Him. Even though it was tough it was still a really good and almost cleansing experience.

i’m sure that many slaves stay naked for the better part of their time but for me it was something a little different. There have been many times that He has had me remove everything but my skirt and then placed the ankle and wrist cuffs on me just to watch TV or something. But this was the first time i felt so totally vulnerable and for me, that felt safe in some strange way.

Master has been sick the last couple of days so He really hasn’t had much energy to do anything. We will spend the rest of the night getting ready for Halloween when He’s done taking a short nap. There was a nasty storm that passed by here not long ago so we were frantically running around outside the house picking up anything that might get damaged by the storm. Thankfully it was over before it started.

i had a busy day and spent some time baking cookies and making a big meal. i have been cooking a lot more lately as we are trying to eat out less, save some money and eat a bit healthier. i’m finding my “homemaker” side and i’m really liking it. It makes me feel more like i’m contributing to our life, seeing that i spend so much time not feeling well and sleeping.

Time to prepare for Halloween!!

Peace to you and yours!!

MD’s treasure

Feminine or not?

Master sent me an article the other day regarding femininity and how the feminine woman functions in our society. For me being feminine is really important, because it’s very important to my Master. He has very strong views on how women should dress and conduct themselves. Because this is such an important topic to Him, it’s important to me.

The article had some really good points and made me think about myself and am i as feminine as i “should” be. One thing that it mentioned was how a woman dresses, that was a key point, in fact. It suggested that a woman should wear a flowing skirt or dress in lieu of pants, jeans or sweat pants. Since i have become Master’s slave, one of the rules that i live by is that i wear nothing but skirts, panty hose and a foundation garment (girdle). The only times that i’m allowed to vary from this is when Master gives me permission to do so. i have become very comfortable in this dress and it comes as second nature to me now. i enjoy dressing the way that pleases Master and this dress makes me feel ultra feminine.

There are other things that make me feel feminine as well, wearing my make up in a way that is pleasing to Master, wearing earrings that He likes and conducting myself as a lady. One thing that i have had to learn to do since being owned by Master is learn how to speak like a lady. When i hear a woman with a filthy mouth, it really makes me pay attention to how important our language is and how it reflects on what kind of woman we are. Being a feminine woman is really important to me and i’m constantly working on improving my femininity. Some day i hope to be Master’s “ultimate feminine woman” and until i am *that* woman, i’ll keep striving.

Stepping down from my soap box hehe. The last couple of days have been fairly busy as i worked last night and even though i only work for a few hours, it seems like a 16 hour shift. It really tires me out to be on my feet for that long, but i really enjoy being out in the public and i’m loving that i’m getting to know more people in the area. i had my league bowling tonight and as usual i stunk, but at least i’m having fun doing terrible!! =) i love the women that i bowl with and i’m making friends through the league and that has been my goal since i joined the league. Master spent some time early in the bowling season coaching me as He’s quite an excellent bowler but i think that i’ve lost all the “tips” He’s given me!

i’m really looking forward to Saturday night as the kids in this area are trick or treating on Saturday vs. Sunday. i love seeing all the little kids and handing out the candy. i’m even toying with the idea of dressing up to hand out candy, but i’m not sure what i would dress as. i love Halloween it’s one of my favorite nights of the year. Last year we didn’t hand out candy or anything because it was the night of the rehearsal dinner for our wedding. my entire family was in town and it was a wonderful night. So i missed Halloween last year, but for a *very* good reason.

That’s all for tonight, off to bed with me.

Peace to you and yours,

treasure

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