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  • A good old fashioned, bare bottom over the knee spanking!

    Saturday, April 12th, 2008

    Things I love:
    Master
    Master’s hands
    Master’s lap
    The humiliation of inspection
    Getting spanked
    Suckin’ and fuckin’
    My new boots!
    Post-orgasmic lounging.
    The IRS (for giving us a refund and putting Master in a VERY good mood indeed!)
    Now the pictorial version of the things I love:

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    What’s love got to do with it?

    Friday, March 21st, 2008

    I’ve been mentioning here and there that I want to do a post about love and I have the time right now to do it, but of course today is one of those days where my thoughts are flitting about like butterflies on crack so no promises on this making a lick of sense.
    Sometimes I [...]

    “You never find yourself until you face the truth”

    Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

    What is your nastiest closed eyes midnight fantasy that you go to when the vibe is just perfection and i want details.
    I have been avoiding this question for weeks. It’s not as easy as you think. (Because I let nothing be easy, you understand. Ms. Difficult, that’s me. In fact, last night Master elected not [...]

    Squashed

    Tuesday, May 10th, 2005

    I don’t even know where to begin to explain the last several days.
    I didn’t do three entries last week because I was computer-banned.
    Friday night. I should come with ballgag and handcuff accessories, like barbie’s little plastic shoes. On the way home from the restaurant where Master had attempted to take me for a nice dinner, [...]