aSlavesLife

Message for all the people that have written us on here, Yahoo and Gmail. We are alive and well. And most importantly, still together and going strong now for almost 6 years. As for the questions about the blogs and if there will be new posts? New blog posts are up and we will continue to try and keep them current now that we aren't moving around Alaska as much. You can find them on these 2 blogspot links:

http://ownerandowned.blogspot.com/

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http://brutalantipathy.blogspot.com/

Slave: a person held in servitute as chattel of another.

This is the definition of slave that I use. If you call yourself a slave yet apply any conflicting definition to the word, then forgive me but I will never under any circumstances consider you a slave. What I will consider you is confused, self deluded, or incapable of reading a dictionary. To pretend to be a slave outside of these parameters is play-acting. To claim that BDSM has a different definition of slavery than this is both play-acting and dishonest.

Now a little about the house my slave occupies:

My slave has no safeword. What I inflict upon her ends when I choose, not her.

My slave has no freedom. She is kept in locked cuffs and chains.

My slave has no privacy. The bathroom door is left open while she is using it.

My slave has no rights or privileges other than what few liberties I grant her.

My slave knows that any privileges I give can also be retracted.

My slave has the ability to refuse to serve. She also knows that she will be punished severely for it.

My slave is not an automation. She is high spirited, affectionate, and opinionated.

My slave entered into this willingly, knowing that once she was collared, her freedom of choice ended.

The standards above do not in themselves denote or define slavery. The words above them do.

The airport was a headache, but well worth the effort. After finding the right portal, my pet found me rather than me finding her. I heard my name above the grumble of the crowd, and turned to find her approaching me. I was struck by how tiny she was. Barely five feet tall, she is petite and fragile looking, I was also impressed by the way she looked. She is one of the only people I have ever seen that can manage to look both cute and beautiful, as the two are usually mutually exclusive.

Getting back to the hotel, I was barely able to keep my hands off of her. I quickly examined her body, finding that she exaggerated her flaws. Maybe 140 pounds is a slight bit overweight for her height, but I could hardly call her fat. Certainly her body can be sculpted with a little exercise. Her nipples and areolas are my definition of perfection, the nipples being the size the tips of my little finger and the areolas just slightly larger than half dollars.

One part of her planned training will be omitted. I had intended to use a dildo mounted to the wall and her kneeling and practicing on it in order to increase her oral ability and endurance. It turns out that this is unnecessary, as  she has proven to be exceptionally orally talented as well as having the stamina to go for at least two hours straight. Needless to say, I was very impressed. I will continue with her Kegels, using a perineometer to ensure her vaginal strength, and hope to find other exercises to increase her ability there as well. To wrap things up for now, I should mention that she also makes a nice table for my laptop.