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Wed, 19 Nov 2008 20:06:31 +0100
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Sat, 15 Nov 2008 06:44:29 +0100
Psychology is the study of human behaviours, at least that is how I have always viewed it. I can not recall a time when I have not studied those around me, observing the everyday ‘normal’ activities, pondering over the why behind the what to our actions and trying to understand the motives to every [...]
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Fri, 14 Nov 2008 23:15:10 +0100
Often reading another’s journal allows me the ability to look into myself and therefore to grow. One such journal is that of Deity’s - The Lustful Quality of Watching Her Erotic Demise. This journal provokes much thought and has many times encouraged me to embrace the slave, the toy, I am.
This art was [...]
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Fri, 14 Nov 2008 19:43:25 +0100
Minds Eye.
There isn’t much that we can’t see.
Our reflections in the mirror screams.
And all ones doubts and troubles feared
Are shown to us; this place we bare.
It isn’t just the body viewed.
The carcass shed - a mere prelude.
To what lies uncovered yet -
The secrets kept in years of debt.
The lines and creases speak such tales,
Of worried [...]
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Fri, 14 Nov 2008 19:35:09 +0100
Little Dolls
Little dolls are dressed to play, in skirts and pretty blouses.
Wait-ing eagerly all day, in quiet empty houses.
Their hair pulled up in piggy tails or left in bouncy curls.
Pretty faces longing still, soon covered with His pearls.
Lips so sweet, round and wet, painted in pink gloss
Matching deeper hidden places, ones so moist and hot.
Little [...]
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Thu, 13 Nov 2008 08:08:31 +0100
Sometimes it is challenging to be a slave. Now I am most certain at times it is just as challenging to be a Master; however, I am not a Master and in this moment, I am only focusing on my feelings and the difficulties I endure as I find peace within myself and [...]
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Mon, 10 Nov 2008 07:03:26 +0100
Something happened last night. I discovered something about a loved one, something that for reasons I am still trying to wrap my thoughts around, has brought forth an overwhelming level of sadness accompanied with awkward uncomfortableness. My emotions are ridiculous though because what I learned is, first and foremost none of my business [...]
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Fri, 07 Nov 2008 04:27:55 +0100
I originally started this task on October 10, 2008 and after much deliberation I have finally completed this lengthy list. I confess, I did not follow through explicitly to Master’s instructions for he informed me I was to record each privilege by ranking. After great contemplation I realised that each privilege was significant [...]
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Fri, 07 Nov 2008 03:38:24 +0100
In the beginning a lie appears to be the easy choice when faced with a reality so obscure it distorts one’s own image. I have spent a great amount of time running from myself afraid of the slave, the toy, the dolly that resounds deeply within my core.
When I first experienced, what I have [...]
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Wed, 05 Nov 2008 07:17:34 +0100
This post may eventually be deleted as Master may not wish for me to discuss politics on a site dedicated to us; however, I wish to stress that today is a monumental moment in which I am proud to witness. I have always followed politics, have believed strongly in voting and understanding the world [...]
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Thu, 30 Oct 2008 07:58:49 +0100
A picture speaks a thousand words so what does a cartoon say? The most recent sketching described my first encounter with the dolly and Master has informed me that I have the privilege of creating the tenth installment in the hopes that I will reveal more of what has transpired between Kandy and [...]
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Wed, 29 Oct 2008 03:29:05 +0100
There once was girl, who a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good she was very very good.
But when she was bad she was horrid.
The idea of being bad or otherwise referred to in the world of kink as naughty, most often leaves me discombobulated and awkward. The mere [...]
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Mon, 27 Oct 2008 03:03:56 +0100
This coming new year, 2009, will if all goes well with our careers, be the time when Master and i will reside under the same roof. i am more than looking forward to this step forward in our relationship; however, there are always moments of wonder and uncertainty when geography changes.
I know that many [...]
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