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!

Oldie but a goodie

Normally i don’t post tips or advice about stockings or heels or girdles on the blog but this one i have to share. If anything i just post on Fet Life but this one is an oldie but a goodie!

Master placed a huge stocking order for me for Christmas from the same place, same stockings, nothing has changed, nothing. Same everything. Same company, same brand, same type of shoes, same feet. =p The weird thing is the stockings have been getting runs much faster than they ever have and it’s maddening! i read on Fet Life an old trick that i had totally forgotten about!!!! Before you don your stockings, spray the toes with hair spray!!! TAA DAAA!!! No runs!

i had read long before that hair spray will help stop a run, nearly as well as fingernail polish, but i’ve never had much luck with that. i’ve also heard the trick about the hairspray with preventing runs, but i TOTALLY forgot about it. i just wonder how many stockings i could have preserved with this trick!!! Anywho, if you’re not a stocking wearer, never fear, of course same goes with panty hose, thigh highs or knee highs!

Good luck and long live the stocking! =)

Peace to you and your beautiful legs ~ hahaha

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 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

Scent of a Woman

To foundation garment enthusiasts this topic is nothing new but it never gets old. Master bought me a new bra from One Hanes Place. Every so often they have a great deal on the Playtex 18 hour comfort strap soft cup that i’ve worn for years. In Master’s opinion it’s really the only bra for anyone over a B cup. i happen to agree. It lasts forever and it supports like nothing else and best of all, it’s not an under wire. Under wire bras (which i wore my entire adult life until meeting Master) last about a dozen washes before the wires start poking through or just come out altogether.

So why an entire post about a new bra? Have you ever opened a new Playtex item? THE SMELL!!!! Playtex foundation garments of all kinds have this amazing rubber/new cotton smell that is unmistakable from the first time you smell it. The best thing is, it doesn’t wash away from the first wash to the 25th wash. It diminishes of course but it’s really never completely gone.

i didn’t wear my new bra today, i’m saving it until we do something just a little special, nothing fancy, just go out to dinner or something. i don’t want to waste it on just any old day. =)

This week has just been rough! Even in the most dire situations, i try to wear a low heel, 2 inches at least. i have shoes for almost any terrain. But this week i have been helping Master do some building and in this setting open toed shoes are just not safe. As a result, me in flats for several days = misery. my calf muscles are just not used to being in that position for extended periods of time so i have had terrible cramps at night. Even my back is hurting from it and i can’t just pop on a pair of heels and have all be well again. The cramping doesn’t go away by tossing on a pair of heels, sadly. Such is life and helping Master is all important, that isn’t a complaint, it’s just been a rough week all around. The work has been good for me i only wish it could be done in heels!

As i was dressing to go work, i put on my usual attire, minus the shoes. In addition, i wore socks over my stockings to accommodate the shoes i was wearing. Once we got to our work site, Master said that He had intended to tell me that i would be allowed to go without stockings for the day but had forgotten. The temperatures rose to 95 or slightly above and Master told me that i should remove my slip. i never did take my stockings off, i didn’t see the need as i already had them on. i am so much more comfortable in what i know. Aren’t we all like that though? No matter what we wear, we’re more comfortable in what we’re used to.

i can’t wait to wear my new bra! Maybe Master will take me for dinner soon!! =)

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

Still so much to learn

Today i learned that i will never be done learning. i have remarked before that Master and i do just about everything together and that’s really not an exaggeration. We really do just about all our chores and go everywhere together. Except for the rare occasion where He’ll go fishing or to a friend’s house He almost never goes out socially without me and even then He’s hesitant to say the least. There are also times when He’ll go work for someone doing a job without me but again, it’s not often that i don’t go along, for more than one reason or another, He wants me along.

Having said that, when we have things to do, Master’s “to do” list is always knocked out first so i help Him with that and my stuff is put on the back burner. The only tough thing about that is, sometimes my stuff still has to get done or things go bad. Today was a good or very bad example of how things go bad for me. i was helping Master with His to do list all the while trying to get my chores done as well. The sheets had to be washed and changed so in between the times that He needed me, i was switching from washer/dryer/bed. The dog HAD to have a bath today it was three days after i was meant to give him a bath and he was scratching so badly, it must have been done today. Other things had to be done, the animals fed, His laundry and of course i still had to be available to Him. So at the end of the day when i was tired and Master’s chores were done, guess what? Mine weren’t. So when He was in the shower i was trying to sneak away to put clean sheets on the bed instead of waiting for His toothbrush because all i was thinking was… i still had SO much to do and i just wanted to be done so badly.

So when He got out of the shower, He reminded me just WHY i’m here. i admit i got upset because even though i didn’t wait for His toothbrush i felt like i wasn’t “not” serving Him, i was still doing things for Him. Making His bed, getting His clothes finished for Him to wear after His shower, getting ready to make supper… the list is long… But He didn’t see it that way, He saw me as putting what i wanted to do before what He wanted to do and i know He’s right. i was prioritizing for myself i wasn’t putting His priorities first. So will i do better next time? i hope so, otherwise i’ll spend even more time on the bathroom floor on my knees waiting for Him to tell me it’s okay to finish my chores. As it was, had i just waited for the toothbrush i would have had more time to just go about my business but because i got all in a rush and tried to get the sheets on the bed and didn’t wait for Him, He decided i needed a little time out to think about it. Linoleum does NOT = soft and cozy for those of you scoring at home. Just sayin~

i also learned that old stockings make a great filter for old chlorine in the pool. We had an old bucket of those chlorine tablets that had turned to dust, i took three stockings and put all the dust (muck) into the stockings and tied them to the pool ladder and viola~ perfect chlorine filter dealio!

The word for the day is dealio… tell your friends.

Okay have a good night.

Peace to you and yours,

MD’s treasure

Exciting, Fun… nervous? =)

Master decided a while ago that if He enjoys seeing me in my girdle, stockings and high heels that He was certain others would too so He has started making clips, longer and shorter ones of me. Things that are just part of my daily routine but things that others might look at as “out of the norm”, to be done in 4inch heels.

This is a whole new venture for us, Him putting me out there for others to see. We’ve never shown my face before and in so much as it hasn’t been a major decision not to, now it’s a decision we’ve made that we *will* show my face as well as just about every other part of me. He’s already made clips out of the piercing video He took when He just did the labia piercings a few months back.

Master made an excellent point one night when we talked about it and He made the final decision, He said anyone that finds these clips or finds my blog, we’ll learn something about them too. If that person wants to confront us, then they’ll have to come out with where they saw me and or the video clip. So it’ll be a double edged sword.

It’s been something fun and exciting for Master and i because it’s an opportunity for us to show how we live our life on a daily basis. Nothing fancy or anything different from our daily routine, it’s just giving us a chance to show the inside life as Master and slave. The sometimes mundane sometimes erotic sometimes silly (often silly) life that we’ve come to truly love. So for us, it’s just another leg on this journey of our life together. One that we’re enjoying so far and we hope that if you decide to join us on it, we hope that you enjoy it too! Our store will be opening soon and when it does, we’ll post a link to it on the blog, it’s very amateur as it’s just us, being us! hehehehe!

Peace to you and yours, i hope everyone is staying cool! It’s been so hot here lately i can’t imagine living in a southern state! Stay Cool!

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