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Happily Owned House-Slave ______________________________
Who is this girl in the photos ?
Most people will see a quiet woman with an outward appearance that suggests to an alternative lifestyle. Well, i guess that about sums it up. i am in fact quiet and live an alternative lifestyle.
..................................................................................................................... What does she bring to the table ?
  • Knowledge and ability of most things artsy..... Check.
  • She tends to be quiet, she listens, so you get to talk..... Check
  • More than a few years in the BDSM community, with active roles in munches and demo's..... Check, Check.
  • Understanding of 24/7, Psy/donor, M/s life..... Check, Check, Check.
....................................................................................................................... In disclosure of flaws and vices;
  • Electronics do not like me. There's a Fae-Killed-It list.
  • i cannot spell in any language.
  • i don't drive, and the world is a better place for this.


Ever forget your old account was still active ? Lol ! Time to update :-)

  ~* Happy Holidays, CM *~

Happy SpringTime CollarMe.


It's great that the cold is behind us. i'm ready to stuff the pockets of my heavy coat with dryer sheets ( Oh! Maybe some shachets would be nice? ) and closet it away until its season returns to us. Now it's time to unpack what warm weather clothing came with us and look into finding some shoes that can cope with the rain. Wow, i'm really not good with shoes...


~ Note to self ~ Make shachets.

Happy Xmas CollarMe.


i'm currently having some techy trouble on the site, but i'm sure that will clear up soon.


We observe Yule, but Chaos has today off and we're enjoying it. i hope all my CM friends have a wonderful Xmas and a Happy New Year.


Seriously, we're done with 2012, it was defective.

Well, i used to know how to work the pictures on my profile...

i live in such a cool place, now if only i had the means to spend more time outside the house. *sigh* Yet, i've got my camera, and still get to take pictures.

'Can't wait to get a new memory chip for my camera. This new area in which i live is just so exciting. The cities have such extremes, ornate gateways and cutting edge architecture, while the nature sights are so beautiful!


Chaos and i are still awaiting the arrival of our household goods, but have enough here that we've commenced house-keeping. We are together, and so it is Home.


my greatest sorrow, however, is that i must wait several more months before my beloved kitty Banshea can join us. >^..^< i miss her and all my kith and kin so very much.

Huzzah for new software !

Huzzah for new software !

New Ink !


Photo-evidence pending, my camera is sick.


The image about as simple as it gets, two rings cuffing my left ankle. 360 degrees of black bands, the bands are just under 1/2 in' wide and 2 1/4 in' apart from each other, on either side of the pre-existing flame tattoo on my inner ankle bone.


Yes, ink on your ankle bones does hurt.

Happy Holidays to all my CM buddies. It might take me a while to catch up on my message replies, at least until things slow down a bit...

Evil Business Trip is OVER !!!

~The Little Things~


He calls me "Fae" because He says i'm too wonderful to be a 'person' or 'human'.

Shaky Shaky


So i needed to use a paint pen. Artsy-types know the drill; Uncap, press point down-ward, recap, shake, then use. The cap came out during the vigorous 'shaking' step. i look like a dalmation now.

i want to be asleep, yet evil endo' has other plans. being this tired and unable to sleep defies logic.

 Its July, Summer. The Wheel is turning, bringing my Love and i closer together.

Henna, Night Two :


 Was able to sleep with the henna on, and it had shed by the time i woke up. However, the resulting markage is somewhat pale hued and disappointing.

Henna, Night One :


  Have applied five dots above each eye-brow, mimicking the natural arch of the the eye-brows. It's been "dry" for some time now, but is still "setting" on the skin.


  Going to try and leave it on while i sleep. Have taken drugs to aid in the task of sleep dispite my noctural inclination.


  Let's see what happens . . .


  Have water-bottled cat for for naughtiness.

The Four Seasons of Kansas;


Oh Damn, that's a lot of snow !


Holy F***, it's hot !

Another day and the world is a better place. i still hate being sick.

i take it back. i hate everything.

i'm not negative, i'm misanthropic. is big difference.

Master has been out of the country on a business trip since early November '10. He's coming back in a week !

>^..^< The cats stole my hoody. >^..^<

Today i bought a sweat shirt hoody in this nice orchid colour. Because it will never be Spring.

 Study, study, study. i love it !

~ Pajama Smiles ~

Happiness is staying up all night with the one you love, then watching cartoons together in your pj's, while eating cold cerial.

Walk Into My Parlor
- by Mary Howitt

"Will you walk into my parlor?"
  said the spider to the fly;

"Tis the prettiest little parlor that you ever did spy.
  The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there."

"Oh no, no!" said the little fly,
  "to ask me is in vain;
For who goes up your winding stair
  can never come down again."

Oh my! Isn't Predator / prey so freaking sexy!!! To be lured into the unseen danger, to be seduced...

~ A Time to be Silly ~

 i'm thinking that i want to make a bondage faery costume, just for the hell of it.

i HATE Kansas !!!

Fairwell, Rapunzel.

Maybe your face would be pretty, if you smiled.
But there is no one to see you.

Perhaps your song is birdlike, part your lips and try?
Alas, there is no one to hear you.

Prisoner held without chains or lock.
Not forgotten, for no one ever knew of you,
Nor did they want to.

You watched them from afar,
In time you learned that destiny was not wrong.
Still how you wish you might belong.

~ A Moment of Calm ~

  Chaos and i will have guests in some 11 hours' time.

 It's morning now, some windows are open to let in fresh air. The sounds of the dishwasher and washing machine are melding into the Mozart playing on the laptop. Glass dishes hold brightly colored dice and candy in wait for later entertainment.

 The house is clean, save the hall closet, but if you can't see it, it's not dirty.

 Even the cats are relaxed in their half sleeping cuddles.

 Nothing to do but wait.

 i think i want coffee.
- Cool Jobs -

* The person that gets to name paint colors.

* Designing coverart for books.

* Sexual Anthropologist.

* Running a BDSM B&B
~ Of Cats ~

  Legend tells that cats are all knowing, but they were made mute by the gods to prevent them from interfering with humans lives.

  In modern times it is said that cats are spoiled by humans, but think of the services of pest control and companionship that they have offered for centuries.

  As i type, my felid children are knocking over my broom and mop in the kitchen. Personally, i believe that witches with good karma reincarnate into cats that live with cat-people. Even when the kitten recently knocked over and broke my favourite gnome, i couldn't be mad at him.

  i love cats, i always will. After all i was raised by them.

  " I would tell you what you want to know if I could, mum, but I be a cat. And no cat anywhere, ever gave anyone a straight answer. "   said the cat " The Last Unicorn " said the cat,    " No cat out of its first fur was ever deceived by appearances, unlike human beings, who seem to enjoy it. "
Written by Stevie Nicks
 ~Sister of the Moon~

"Intense silence
As she walked in the room

Her black robes trailing
Sister of the moon

And a black widow spider makes
More sound than she

And black moons in those eyes of hers
Made more sense to me

Heavy persuasion
It was hard to breathe

She was dark at the top of the stairs
And she called to me

And so I followed
As friends often do
I cared not for love, nor money
I think she knew

The people, they love her
And still they are the most cruel

She asked me
Be my sister, sister of the moon

Some call her sister of the moon
Some say illusions are her game

They love to
Wrap her in velvet
Does anyone, ah, know her name

So we make our choices
When there is no choice
And we listen to their voices
Ignoring our own voice"

~ Her Dance / Bad Romance ~

Went to the local alt lifestyle bar with my Master to meet up with some friends. While we waited for them to arrive, a seemingly timid though tipsy girl complimented my hair and admired the lead attached to my collar.

Shy as i am, i tried to hint that i was not available without being cruel. Master even told her that i had a girlfriend. She disappeared about the time our friends showed up and the evening was spent in fun conversation.

When our friends left for the evening, Master went to the bar, leaving me to wait at the booth. Suddenly there was a jerk to the lead, and i was being pulled away.                       

" I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine, "

It was the dark haired girl with the kitty cat tattoo. i whimpered a lie that i could not dance, that my skirt was too short... but she would not listen, her grip tight on the lead.

Lady Ga Ga was playing loud and she and i were alone on the dance floor. A moment of choice, look like a fool or look like the exotic dancer that i am. With a bit of anger, i decided to dance. She would pay for what she had done.                
" I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance, "

No. Not only did she keep up with me, she was leading the dance. If i dropped to my knees and did a back bend, she would tug the leash for me to dance crawl back to her. She spun me under the leash as though it were the length of her fingers. " Work-work fashion baby, Work it,Move that bitch crazy," She guided my cheek to her thighs, my lips to her jeans, and then would flip me to my back. " J'veux ton amour, Et je veux ton revenge, J'veux ton amour, "

i am told the dance was beautiful, i remember the applause. i left shortly after. " You and me could write a bad romance. I don't wanna be friends. "

Sometimes it is a good thing that i'm nocturnal. Well, it is useful if nothing else. 

i am really tired of my health getting in the way of things i want to do. But i am equally tired of going to doctors that can't figure out why my body is so fritzed up or how to fix it. i'm just tired.
Big kitty and little kitty are getting along a lot better now. Big kitty isn't loving nor affectionate to the kitten yet, but she will play shortly with him when she feels like it. It's progress
         Why don't men wear make up anymore? If they do it's always some big secret. They have blemishes too. Men used to wear make up, what changed ? The modern man uses scent, and adorns himself with jewelry... why not use make up to draw attention to a handsome face ? i am confused.

Written by Stevie Nicks.

Rhiannon rings like a bell thru the night
And wouldn't you love to love her
She rules her life like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover...
And who will be her lover...

All your life you've never seen
A woman - taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven
Will you ever win...

She is like a cat in the dark
And then she is the darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark-
And when the sky is starless-

All your life you've never seen-
A woman - taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven
Will you ever win...

Dreams unwind.
Love's a state of mind

  my mother named me Rhiannon, after the Fleetwood Mac song. "This is the story about a Welsh witch," is lulled by Stevie Nicks as the beat of the song begins to throb.

 Many are confused and think that she is singing of the Goddess, but they are wrong. The song was wrote after Nicks read of the romance of a ghost. The ghost was the spirit of a witch that haunted her former home, and centuries later fell in love with someone among the living. It's a song of one who must always love from afar, of lovers from different worlds. Both are common themes in the song writings of Stevie Nicks.

 Was i fated to be a living ghost? To gaze on at that other world from the veiled confines but safety of my shadows ?

" I am half sick of shadows " said she.

Yes, Brain, but where are we going to get that many Diet Cokes and Mentos ?