A Master is supposed to build up his slave not tear her down. He is supposed to build up her confidence, her self esteem not make her feel worthless and stupid and like she isn't even a slave. she should not doubt herself every second of the day. she shouldn't question herself and her slavery. 

For those men who contact me telling me they have read my profile and find it wonderful and they wish to enter into a relationship, all i can say is that you should go back and read it again.  You must have missed the part that says i have the honor and privilege of serving the best Master in the world.  

Is he the best Master for everyone?  No, i don't think he would be.  But he is the best for me. He knows me like no other ever could, and he accepts the faults that i have.  He makes me WANT to be a better slave, a better person.  

Trying to get everything ready for this party next month.  i wish i had a sub that knew how to build and do construction.  Having to do this playroom alone is gonna kill me!!!

i have noticed more and more lately that my relationship with Sir is not like other Master/slave relationships that i see. Does that make it wrong? Of course not.  But someone else may see it and think differently.  That is a shame.  i care for Sir in a way that many people do not understand.  And i do not have the words to explain it to them.  

Our relationship is not built on love.  i do not serve Sir because i am in love with him, and he is not my Master because he is in love with me. i think that is the place that loses most people. Every now and again i wish it were this way....but then i realize that i don't need that and i honestly don't want that. We like each other, we care about each other, and this is more important to me than being in love with him or him with me. This has kept us together longer than many other Master/slave couples who are madly in love with each other in the beginning.  

Unfortunately, when looking for others to interact with, this seems to make a huge difference. i don't understand why though. We are together in the same way that others say they are.  We are a couple, we have affection for each other, we have fun, we laugh, we make things work for us in a world that seems to like nothing better than to try to destroy the good things we have in our lives. 

i am facing the greatest fear in my life.  It is not snakes, or rats, or thunderstorms. It’s not even failure. my greatest fear is my own feelings. 

 i have built a wall between us to hide from what my true feelings might be. Not what they are, or what they definitely will be, but what they MIGHT be.  i built this wall to save myself.  i felt that if i put up this wall, there would always be a distance between us that i didn’t have to worry about crossing. 

But in order for me to reach that next level in my slavery, i have to go all in…. 100%.... and that means taking this wall down.  How can i give my all if i am blocking the part of me that needs to be in this the most? my feelings hold the key to opening my true self. 

Can i take this wall down and not be drowned in the flood?  Will You be there holding out Your hand to help me? 

You talked to me about the wall, about figuring out how to go through it, to make an opening and coming through to find the slave. i didn’t understand what You meant then, but i do now. 

So i will spend these days honestly looking to find the answers.

Why do people send messages and then have you blocked so you cannot answer them?  Two messages and i cannot give a proper answer because for some reason they see fit to block me. That makes me think they are scared. 

And for the person who has me blocked, my answer was this - New Owner?  i am with the same Master and will be his until he no longer wants me.  Hopefully after i die. 

How funny!  In trying to find a birthday gift for Sir, i had contacted some females on this website, and didn't i just run into the new age prostitute?  Join the website and we can hook up, she says!  FKN SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?  Is this what men and Doms/Masters have to put up with on this site?   

Girls.... do you really think that what you got between your legs is made of fkn GOLD or something???  Get over yourselves.  Thank goodness there are real subs and slaves on this site.  i have met some really great, and REAL, people on this website.  

For those "Doms" that have been on this site all of 2 minutes, you are a fool to send every sub or slave you see the name of, your phone number with nothing else.  Try getting to know them..... and first and most important.... LOOK AT THEIR PROFILE.  You might freakin' learn something about them.... like they are in a relationship.  Collarme 101... DUH!

Has anyone else noticed that a large percentage of the female Dommes on this website are under 25?  And another large percentage of them are ONLY looking for money? Shame on them!!  That is not Dominance, that sounds like pure laziness to me..... looking for someone to pay for your existence.  You give the REAL Dommes on this site a bad name.

So, does He think she will make any excuse to pass by, up or down, left or right, so that she has to pay homage as many times as possible?

He drives up to her house, like he has so many times before.  He is expecting more of the same, the same bad attitude, the same un-slavelike behavior.  He gets out of his car and opens the door to her house and steps inside. She is not waiting there, he doesn't hear any noises at all. He knows she is home because her car is outside. 

He looks in every room but doesn't see her. The last room to look into is her bedroom. As he opens the door, he sees her there, naked, kneeling on a carpet in front of the bed, with her head down. She says nothing, she doesn't look up, she doesn't move. She just waits. 

He walks into the room and closes the door behind himself. He walks to her side, reaches down and grabs her by the hair, pulling her head back. She still does not look at him. She closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying the control he has over her.  She is now like putty, willing to do anything he wants. 

He lets go of her hair, steps around in front of her and sits on the bed. She assumes her original position, head down, only now she is staring at his shoes. She still does not speak and neither does he. They remain that way for a few moments, neither of them speaking. 

Finally he says, "Girl, remove my clothes." She leans over and begins to untie his shoes, and then removes them. He stands and she kneels up to undo his belt, and then undoes his jeans and removes them.  She folds them and lays them on the end of the bed. She reaches up and unbuttons his shirt, removing it and folding it.  She lays it on top of his jeans. She removes his boxers, and folds them and lays them on the pile.  Last is his t-shirt. 

Once he is naked, he lays on the bed, putting the pillows behind himself to prop himself up.  She goes back to kneeling,  not speaking and not looking at him, although she is now so hungry for him it hurts. Finally he opens his mouth and says.......