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	About ohhh2callyouSir My mail on here is STILL NOT WORKING. So please, if you would like to contact me, please do so via OH2CALLYOUSir at AOL (and you know the rest). "Ohhh, to call you 'Sir.'" Hello. I am a natural submissive and am seeking to be completely owned. I turned 43 in mid-September, am not married, and have no children. I live in Los Angeles but could and would move just about anywhere for the opportunity to serve a male Dominant who is a decent person with good character and honor. A little about me - and all of this is in no particular order, by the way - I do not want children, which is a big part of why I have never been married. The other factor as to why I've never been married, of course, is that I am submissive to my core. Dominant Men are few and far between (TONS of people who pretend, however, in order to get kinky sex from women they assume must be easy lays). All too often, when a Dominant Man does happen along, a lot of times he wants kids (or more kids with me..::::shudder:::). I cannot stress this enough, that I do not want to make babies. A bit of what I seek is a Man who knows what Dominance is and is not. I really am drawn to Men who are naturally Dominant, and don't have to try at it. It simply is who they are, and they can't help but to be that way, any more than they can help their eye color or height. I would like a Man who is strict but not brutal, who wants immediate obedience but doesn't mind a playful personality, and who will let a D/s or M/s situation unfold naturally. (Over and over Men seem to think I will instantly and completely obey. For example, I am not about to give out my address or last name to a Man I have known on the Internet for a week, no matter how intense our phone conversations may have been.) I also do best with one-on-one relationships, as my observance has been that poly situations just never do work out very well in the long-run. Besides, doesn't a relationship with ONE person have enough of a chance of failing? Why throw more variables into the mix and make the success of the relationship even less likely? I am not religious. I believe "something" happens after death, but what that is, I don't profess to know. But I think the Bible is a book written by many many people over hundreds or even more years, and as with any story, as time progressed, the story changed. And besides, just because something is written in a book doesn't mean it is true or to be respected. There's a book I am recalling..something about a cow jumping over a moon. Are we to believe it true simply because it is in print? Speaking of cows, I love animals, and cannot imagine my life without at least one critter around. There is nothing more pure than the love of an animal, and plus, I enjoy taking care of a critter. Right now, I have a cat and two dogs. Some day I'd like to have more cats, and a parrot or two, and an elephant, and a mini-monkey, and..Ok, Ok, I am just kidding. Obviously, this would be up to the Man but for now I am just saying I love animals and find them amazing and loving and sweet. I need time alone to recharge. This doesn't mean I will never live with the Man I serve. It just means that I need some time every day to myself to recharge the batteries. It can be while cooking dinner or reading alone or going to a gym for a good workout. Alone time each day helps me rejuvenate. I am more obedient than not, and am embarrassed by those so-called submissives who act out in order to get punishment. I believe a woman should obey the Man, and make it her focus to please him. If she makes mistakes, she should accept his discipline and his punishment, if it comes to that. And me, I am even thankful for the most hideous of punishments, because it means that he cares enough to help me become all the more of what it is he wants of me. I work and am self-supporting right now, but that also would be up to his discretion. If he wants me to continue working, then work I shall. If he wants me to make his home and his life my focus, then I shall do that. Some "deal-breakers" of mine: I am relatively healthy and health-conscious and would hope you are, too. I don't smoke, I don't use any illegal drugs (yes, not even pot). I do drink socially or have a bit of wine with a meal. I wear my seatbelt, even if I am driving just one block. (What good am I to a Man if I am lying in a hospital bed?) I try to get some exercise every day. So if you aren't relatively health-conscious, and if you smoke (even pot, or even just a cigarette or two a day), or if you drink tons of beer every night and think a bowl of Cheetos is a fine dinner, then we are probably not a match. By the way, I am a good cook, and know a LOT about nutrition. But by no means am I a skinny, fat-phobic, gym-addicted, celery-leaf-and-bean sprouts-munching, gaunt girl at all. (In fact, I'd love to lose weight and learn more about how to exercise my body in new challenges.) But I don't want a life where Bud in the can is always in the fridge, and a bowl of Cheetos is considered a meal is all I am saying. :) I try to always be presentable. I am not a clothes whore, and I am not a slave to fashion. However, I try to always be clean, practice good hygeine, have on clean clothes and a bit of makeup and earrings. I would describe myself as pretty, feminine (not a frilly girl, tho, just not the jeans-boots-plaid shirt type!), and conservative in appearance. However, having said all that, I have also both gained and lost weight for past Men I have served, and have had my hair cut in a style he preferred. If you are the type of man who hocks a loogie in public, or has food-stained tee shirts as the mainstay of your wardrobe, or is not clean-cut, then we are probably not a match. I am submissive to my core, as I stated earlier, and straight. I have NO interest in submissive males (come on, guys, give it up!), switching, or females. I am hard-wired as a straight female, so please don't write and tell me I "will" be bi. You may as well tell me I "will" be Chinese. I am what I am. So if you are submissive, or cuckold (what IS that, anyway?), or seeking a woman who will lick pussy, or seeking a slave to join your established M/s household, or female in any context, then we are not a match. [And in fact, I have set my mail filter to weed out mail from men under age 38, all females, and all couples, and all submissive males. I do, however, occasionally check that folder, so if you are a female slave writing just to say hi, or ask a question, I will eventually get back to you. But anyone else, don't even count on me responding to your mail, as we're not a match.] Some of my outside interests include, but are not limited to, cooking, reading, browsing the occasional fleamarket or garage sale, visiting museums, learning, going on drives for the day just to get away from it all, giving massages (yes, I am confident that I am good), backpacking, swimming in the ocean, listening to live jazz in a small club or listening to the LA Philharmonic at a fantastic evening at the Hollywood Bowl. I also dream of travelling to far away places - be it Thailand or South Carolina..lol. I would like to learn another language. I would like to learn to ski. Some day maybe I'd like to learn to belly dance. Thank you for reading my profile, and if you believe we may be a match, please write soon. Warm regards, ohhh2callyouSir

Seriously, these ants are going to get me walking naked in the street at 2 AM babbling to myself. Whyyyyyyyyy do they want to live in my clean little house??? Whyyyyyyyyy can't they stay outside???? I can't even prepare food due to them being ever present.

If you know any home remedies that work, please, I beg, send an IM to me, or an email to OH2CALLYOUSir at AOL? (I have pets so I don't use poisons, hence the ants still being in my house!) Thank you in advance!

Something is definitely wrong with my mail on this site. If you want to contact me, please use OH2CALLYOUSir at aol dot com

I would let the powers that be know, but how can I do it if my mail isn't working properly? :-O

I worked today, and got a lot done around the house but also earned a good chunk of money. So being thoroughly tired out, and having earned a chunk of change, I decided to treat myself to Chinese take-out.

After finishing my meal, I grabbed one of the fortune cookies. Here's what it says:? "Today, give control over to another person. It is definite."

Hmmmmm, if only I had someone to give control over to. But no one lubs me.

I miss someone.

Anyone may IM me at any time. I do not subscribe to that silly rule of current chatrooms that a Dominant must ask permission before IMing.

Anyone may IM me at any time. If I don't want to talk, I'll simply tell you that, and you'll simply accept it and we'll both be fine. I don't need to run to the room monitors and tell on you or anything. So don't worry, if you want to chat with me, or comment on something you've read in my profile or journal, feel free to just send an IM. Thank you!

My mail on this site doesn't seem to be working properly. If you write to me, perhaps include an offsite email address, just in case.

I was going through old conversations on Yahoo today and came across this conversation. I have explained this to many people over my time on here and I know some of you stillllllll don't get it, and some of you still occasionally drop by and read my journal, so I thought I'd add this entry of a conversation I had a long time ago with some guy who ultimately turned out to not be a match.

HIM: do you have a pic ???
me: again, no
HIM: that, i just dont understand.. why do you not have a pic at all..???
me: bec frankly, no man has seemed patient enough to get to know me. so why give him my pic so he can hound me if he likes my pic, and dismiss me if he doesnt? i'm more than a piece of meat.
HIM: yea.. you are..but the other side of the coin is, "other then friendship"... whats the purpose of getting to know someone, only to find out that you are not attracted to them.. and though, i guess one could always use more friends, i have trouble keeping up with the ones that live close...
me: well, all i mean is, a pic could be sent in a reasonable amount of time ..... i mean, if i send my pic and the guy likes the pic, he'll pursue when he might othrwise not ..... so i just wait to see if he has any interest in me based not on my appearance before i send a pic

I miss you, Mom. I would give ANYTHING to have you for just one more day. ANYTHING. I hope you are receiving this message, though of course I have no idea if you are or are not. But if you are, I want to say I am thankful to you and I miss you so very much.

Here come the holidays and once again I am flooded with memories of you. Not all the memories are nice ones, but so many are. And then, finally, we become bestest buds and you die three years later. It just isn't fair, and the whole in my heart isn't fair, either.

Just going into the shops and stores at this time of year is painful, you know? I miss you so much, Mom.

xoxox

***This ridiculous journal entry has been removed by its author.***

I had something very important to do this morning. I got up on time but my computer refused to cooperate. My luck.

Today is Halloween. It was 90 degrees today. When I was a kid, quite a few years I remember Mom stuffing us into our costumes because she made us wear our long underwear under the costumes. We tromped through the snow, running up and down driveways as fast as our short little legs would carry us. It was fun, and I miss the easiness of life back then. I also miss having someone to make sure I would be warm enough as I go through my evening's adventures. Being alone here is tough.

i can just hear it now, "How convenient." But on my mother's urn, i swear my alarm clock is broken. "How convenient," He'll say.

my luck.....

You know, i thought i was upset. But i feel oddly relieved. i wouldn't go so far as to say i feel happy, but i feel kind of like that situation with that Man has come to its inevitable conclusion.

Many Men have taken me along this path and then drop me like a hot rock when They find out some stupid little thing that They don't like about me - can be anything - and in this case it was that i wouldn't blindly and fully trust Him from almost the getgo. Seems Everyone seeks to be swept off their feet, to experience that in-the-movies type feeling, but that isnt real life. i'm tired of being taken 50 yards down the path is all, and it seems when the Man realizes i am just a regular person, and not going to sweep them off their feet, and the feeling of bliss like in the movies wears off, that it is then that He finds a reason - any reason - to drop communication. In this case, i was told, "you fail to trust me, you fail to trust me, you fail to trust me." Excuse me, but You're damned right i don't trust You! i don't KNOW You, You jackass! :::smoothing ruffled feathers:::

i want to be a total slave to a Man and it's hard just going 50 yards down the path a hundred zillion times, and not ever getting to 51 yards, nevermind the whole length of the path. But You should know i have my human limitations, and my needs to have trust develop OVER TIME, and if You expect me to be okay with no contact for four and five days at a time, well, i won't be okay with that. So if You are the kind of Man who has been "courting" me for the past two months (at a snail's pace), who expects total trust and expects me to not notice if You disappear for four days straight after almost daily contact, well, that isn't me. As i said, i have my HUMAN limitations, and knowing i am not emailing into a black hole is one of them, thank You.

i just wanted to tell Everyone this now, so as to save U/us both time. Giving someone an hour of typing at the computer each night, and thinking of Him all day, and then having Him dismiss me cuz i don't trust him just bites, frankly. It also seems pretty pathetically pussy-like. i mean, what MAN demands xyz and then offers a big fat zero? What MAN takes, takes, takes, and then when the slave calls him on His shit, takes his ball and refuses to play anymore and goes home. Big baby.

i deserve better, but it still bites. i tried really hard, and i did what i was told, and i did things for Him (no, not sexual, You perverts..hahaha) that i'd never done for anyone else, and still, i get dropped, just 50 yards down the path, because i don't trust Him, even though He disappears for four days straight. (Don't tell me You can't take 20 seconds and shoot off an email. i am not unintelligent. That's selfishness, regardless of how busy the work schedule became.)

So here i am, once again, just sick and tired of the users and players on this site. But i also have hope that Someone out there will realize i will be of use to Him, and that He comes and makes a claim on me soon.

Cuz being taken just 50 yards down the path is so very, very tiring.

i have a broken heart. Please - just leave me be. i can't take this anymore.

::::shakes head::: Easy come, easy go. Whatever.

The question is, why do I keep hoping? Why? Do I love emotional distress? What the fugg??? I probably should sign up for head shrinkage and some sort of heavy pharmaceuticals to get myself straightened out.

I just can't believe I keep trusting people. I just can't believe it. What is wrong with me? Am I fugging retarded???

Please, no one with anger issues, k? If you're not willing to allow me to call you within a reasonable amount of time, and not willing to tell me what state you live in (nevermind city) within a reasonable amount of time, and not willing to give me another way to contact you (say, an IM or alternate email address) within a reasonable amount of time, then just move on, k? I am a complete slave, but not a complete idiot. Once you secure my submission, I am yours, completely and without question. But in the beginning, I have to assure myself that you aren't married, a weirdo, hiding something, or unreasonably paranoid.

By the way, this post is in reference to no one in particular. I just have been reflecting on what is important to me, and what isn't otherwise included in my profile or prior jounal entries. And in that reflection, I found myself getting angry at being treated, so often on this site, as if I am a criminal to be feared, or like I am an idiot who doesn't have her own emotional needs and should just "Yes, Sir!" her way through the almost abusive emails.

I wish everyone well with their search. May it be a much less bumpy and tumultuous road than mine has been. Yes, poor me. I'm really feeling beaten up right now.

What I don't get is the huge number of female submissives who have to go back home to take care of an aging parent. You don't hear of vanilla couples splitting up so one can go take care of a parent. You NEVER hear of that. So if vanillas don't split so one can go take care of a parent, how come in this lifestyle it is so darned prevalent?

Happy Birthday to me.

The stress has made me sick. I have a raging cold now. Great. Slight fever and sore throat and sneezing. Great. I feel so attractive. Great.

On another note, I recently received an invite to chat, and I accepted. I told the gentleman that I have been talking with another, and wanted to see where that went, and wished him well. Oh, the vile words that came from his mouth!! I try to be respectful and kind to all, and for what?

Ok, I have a "project" due tomorrow, and the pressure of it has me physically sick. You know, I can handle some pressures in life, and others, well, I just can't. I suppose this is a weakness, but it's who I am, and I can't apologize for that. I feel too vulnerable and too "under scrutiny" and I just want to run.

Course, if I'd been told to do the project, and not given a "Do it or else" threat, I'd have most likely gotten it done easily by tomorrow. Then again, this project is especially difficult and perhaps I am fooling myself.

I'd love to hear from other female slaves how they handle being told to do something that is near impossible, when it is an order from a Man they care for and want to obey, but the order is just too much too soon. Thank you in advance to any girl who opts to write me.

:::::parking myself in a chatroom so that hopefully other slaves will see this and IM me:::::

I've been watching that show "Bridezilla" for the past couple hours. Each segment is 30 minutes and features two brides and the goings-on before and during their weddings.

I truly cannot believe how these women talk to their men. And I cannot believe the men would put up with it. But they do. I guess if you have a small waist and big knockers and fake nails, men will put up with your shit.

Amazing.

Am leaving to go to a BBQ for this holiday. I'll be the only single adult there, and of course all my friends will ask me why I am alone, when am I going to get married, why don't I have kids.

What am I supposed to say? "Oh, gee, I'm hard-wired as a slave, and I can't just be with anyone, and finding/being found by the right Man is 1,000 times more difficult in Master/slave relationships than finding/being found by a man in a regular relationship, so that's why I am still single, thank you." I just don't think that would do anything but freeze everyone in place, mouths agape. And what kind of BBQ would THAT be, anyway?

Course, I had high hopes recently, but he likes little girls with A cup boobies. Well, I had A cup boobies in August of 1976 for about 17 minutes or so, so I hardly think I qualify to serve this Man. And that just blows. I really really wanted to serve him.

Off to heave my Winnebegos into my party dress, and paint on my happy smile, and drive out into the 106-degree heat to go to a shindig I don't even want to go to.

Happy Labor Day, all. And Steve Irwin, may you rest in peace, and thank you sincerely from this animal-lover for all you did for the creatures of our Earth.

Here is the nice long holiday weekend. Most everyone I know is going to do something fun. I, however, am experiencing one of my once-or-twice-a-year back pain flareups. I can't straighten up, and my body refuses to stop leaning to one side. (I look pretty Hunchback of Notre Dame-ish!) One of my neighbors took pity on me (she saw me going to the manager's office to pay my rent) and offered to bring me lunch. So around 3 PM a delicious meal of Thai food arrives, complete with a couple bottles of water, some Ibuprofen, and a couple of cans of soup, and a few pieces of fruit. (Wasn't that sweet!?)

I ate the lunch and laid down for a rest, and fell asleep. I've just woken up, and my face is swollen and my skin has a rash and it's itchy. Arrrrgh!! Seems that Thai food had ground cashews in it, which I am allergic to. Greaaaaaat. I can't wait for a few more hours because by then I'll be crazed with the heat and itchiness of the rash, and quite irritable from the fever. Greaaaaaaaat.

Not to sound whiney, but jeesh! What's next? Oh, and if anyone knows of a cashew antidote, I'd love to hear about it.

Happy Labor Day Weekend, everyone.

A Man contacts me. Fine. I reply. He replies. I reply. I grow more and more frustrated at his one line, sometimes not even one complete sentence, replies. I send him the following letter. Learn from it if you are going to contact me, please.

~O.

Listen, I am NOT going to pull teeth. YOU claim to be a Dominant, so ACT LIKE ONE. I am NOT going to lead you by the hand and lead our conversations and ask a bunch of questions and wait for you to reply. Be the man and lead, for god's sake.

PS - My prediction is you'll get your panties in a wad and send an insulting note back and block me, but really, no disrespect is meant. It's just you HAVE NO PROFILE and yet YOU CONTACTED ME, and here I am BEING THE DAMNED MAN!!! I don't want to be the Man!!!

O.

Spent the latter half of the night in the ER. Nothing like looking your absolute worst, with crappy clothes on and blood pouring down your head and face, half-asleep, eye shmig, and having to go to the ER and of course be treated by the most attractive male in the entire city of L. A.

My nephew and his wife miscarried their first pregnancy today.

I certainly don't want children, but I am sad for my nephew and his wife, very sad, indeed.

This is kind of how I feel right now. I'm trying to be a good slavegirl, though, and keep my chin up, and just accept.

Did last night really happen? I feel kind of like I am in a parallel universe, living a really great life, and that I'll soon be thrust back into my own life. I hope not, though, cuz last night was really incredible.

On a sad note, today my mother would have turned 72. Oh, how I miss you, Mom, and I hope you are ok. I think of you so often, and I remember the fun times, the intense times, and the not-so-fun times. You taught me so much and you were/are an incredible soul. I am so glad we had each other for the years we did. I miss you and I love you so much.

xo

I am a "glass is half-full" type of girl. I have to wonder about all the people on here whose profiles go on and on about you don't want to be with losers, or fakes, or wannabes. Ummm, hello! Like the losers, fakes, and wannabes are going to say, "Oh, gee, I am a loser/fake/wannabe, so I better not contact this person!!"

And besides, who wants to read all that negative crap in someone's profile anyway? The losers don't give a darn about anyone but themselves, and therefore aren't going to be put off by your proclamation to not contact you. And the serious, happy, sane folks don't need to read the negativity in your profile, since it doesn't even apply to them. So why even bother putting all that stuff in your profile?

Just a vent on a Saturday morning while I wait for *him* to come online.

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

Jeez. I sent an email to a "Dominant" letting him know that a LOT of people take offense to the term "subbie." I was polite, not berating him at all, and we had already exchanged a few emails back and forth, so he had had the chance to get a feel for my personality. In any case, here is his reply back. Is it any wonder people get so whacko on here, dealing with the likes of this???
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ha ha, thank u for the advice, subbie, lol,

I have been using "subbie" for the last 12 years,I used it in BDSM groups , fetsih clubs, and among BDSM community members on the East coast, here in the bay area, and it has always been very well appreciated . I guess only where u live , subbie, the word "subbie" is not common because where u live could be fantasy world or "wanna be" world or who knows what kind of world u live in !

Or, no, wait, maybe I don't know how to use the word "subbie" because I am not dominant enough, or maybe because English is my third language, u know what, u r absolutely right, I am a stinky immigrant who is pretending to be dominant to get into the pants of a 42 year old lady, THAT 's WHAT IT IS,lol, oh and only YOU, smart Olivia were able to figure that out! very smart Olivia, very smart.

What a joke u r, my dear, instead of focusing your time on finding a real Master , this is how u spend your time, no wonder u r 42 and not owned yet! Thank u for the advice again, I will keep it in mind, it is an excellent advice, lol

Adam

Is it sacrilege to be reading a book by an English author on the 4th of July?

Hey, Ding-Dong in Burbank!!!

I was going to answer you, but I've had computer issues for a few days!!! So now that you've deleted your account, you have no one to thank but yourself. When you make up another name on here, don't frigging contact me. I don't appreciate you having me do all those writing assignments and then when I don't answer your email for three days, you delete your account. Pretty childish. Well, looks like now you'll have to go play with your bat and balls like a good little boy-child.

o.

Ok, what is going on? A week ago, a "kid" hit on me at Trader Joe's. (For those of you who don't know, Trader Joe's is a grocery store, as is Ralphs, which I'm about to talk about.) He has always been friendly to me, but I figured it was the usual chit-chat that cashiers are supposed to do with the customers. Well, last time I was in Trader Joe's, about a week ago, the kid asked me out. I laughed out loud, thinking he was joking. He looked puzzled and said, "We're about the same age," and gave me his number and his email. I asked him how old he is, and his reply? "Twenty-three. Well, almost twenty-three. I'll be twenty-three at the very end of December."

Then two nights ago, I was on my way home from work, and stopped in Ralphs to buy a few items. It was about 11 PM so the store didn't have many people in it. Here's another male cashier, and chit-chatting, and tells me my total. As I did the money out of my purse, he says, "Nice flowers." Huh? Oh, he means my shirt. I smile and say thank you, and continue with what I am doing. He continues, "I especially like the sparkles. Can I touch 'em?" OMG!!! I have on a tee shirt with flowers over the chest, and there are some little decorative sparkles on some of the flowers. I just look at him puzzled, and hand over my money.

He bags up my stuff and off I go, but he follows me! (Late at night, no one in line behind me, dang it.) I tell him he should be careful, that most people would probably have complained about his comments. This guy is not to be put off. He pulls out his card, and on it is his website and his phone number!!! And he's also 22!!!

Ok, can someone tell me where these gorgeous, manly 22-year olds were when *I* was 22??? The guy in Trader Joe's is absolutely gorgeous, and the guy in Ralphs isn't anything to sneeze at. WHERE were men like this when I was a 20-something??

Went swimming today! It was sooooooo fun! Can't believe how fun it is to just swim for pleasure, and how tan I was when I got out of the water. Wheeeeeeee!

I spent almost an hour-and-a-half in a private room chatting with a man from c/m earlier this evening. He is local to So Cal, in my age range, employed, and otherwise doesn't seem like a big wanker like so many on here do. However, I eventually just kind of lost it. I said to him, and I quote, "Can we drop all this bullshit and just get on with the things that matter, please??? I am finding this conversation to be tortuuuuuuuure!!!" and then I popped right out of the private room before the poor guy could even reply.

This isn't my typical behaviour in life, but jeez, guys, come on!!! I apologized later in an email to him, and explained that I just couldn't take it anymore. I get asked 1,000 times per week what I like to do in my spare time, and if I have any brothers and sisters. I'm seeking an Owner, and none of that extraneous stuff even matters right now. What does matter are things like if the other person is seeking a relationship or just a playmate, if the other person is religious and if so, what they need in that regard from their partner, does the other person want to have kids (egads!!!) and do they have kids right now, what areas of their life does the Dominant want to control/submissive want to have controlled, does the other person have any habits like drug - smoking - liquor - etc, and how do you fit into that, and if there is a significant geographical distance between you, what the other person's plans are in dealing with that. But no one asks that stuff. They ask the bs like how many brothers and sisters do I have, and what do I like to do in my spare time.

In any case, to the gentleman from earlier this evening, once again let me say I'm sorry I "lost it" and took off like that. That isn't my usual behaviour but I just couldn't take it anymore. We'd been talking over an hour and fifteen minutes, and still knew absolutely NOTHING about each other that mattered. It was just crazy-making and I needed to go get on the treadmill and remind myself that not everyone has thought this whole process out, and perhaps other people are uncomfortable talking about stuff that matters, and prefer instead to pussyfoot around. Well, anyway. Now that you (the reader of this journal entry) probably think I'm the biggest bitch on c/m, I guess I'll go to sleep now.

Goodnight, Everyone,
O.

What gets me is when people write me an email (in response to one I wrote them), and the extent of the email is something like, "no i dont" or "i find the one after the book but it wasn't then"

Those are two true emails that I received in the near past, and had to go back to the emails that I sent to them and figure out WHAT IN THE WORLD their words meant. And the general lack of punctuation and atrocious spelling is both fascinating and sad.

I went to court today (in support of a friend..had nothing to do with me) and walking through the metal detector, it buzzed. I had on a skirt and sweater and heels and my purse was going through the x-ray machine, so what was making the machine buzz? I think it was my underwire bra, and I heard the deputy say the same thing to his young deputy friend who waved the wand over me and found nothing. Interesting experience, nonetheless.

Finally, the killer of Deputy David March has been found (in Mexico..gee, what a surprise.) Please, may he be extradited to this country so we can have at 'im.

Oh, great, Dubbya has given control of the eastern ports of the USA to some company from the United Arab Emerates. Does Dubbya not know that much of the money that funded Al-Qaeda's attack of 9/11/01 was routed through the UAE?? What's next, handing over control of our airports to Saudi Arabia??!!!

I'm so confused. I got an email today from a gentleman I've been chatting with, and he said, "Dear O, For a slave seeking a relationship, you sure ask a lot of questions."

Huh?????? As a slave, do I just sit here, like a bump on a log? Do I just sit here, waiting like some puppy in the window, waiting til someone comes along and says, "Gee, it's so cute, let me take it home."

If you are reading this entry, and have thoughts one way or the other, I'd like to hear from you. In particular, it would be nice to hear from other female slaves. And thank you to each of you who choose to write.

~O.

Here am I, with a profile that is pages and pages long, and journal entries that go back through August 2005, yet I consistently receive emails saying, "Tell me more about yourself." That'd be fine, but the guys who write that don't have a profile to speak of. It is sparse, boring, non-informative, and yet they write me and tell me, "Gee, tell me more about yourself."

Laziness and lack of leadership in a Dominant are NOT good traits.

Got carded at the grocery store tonight buying amarretto. Made my day to be thought of as possibly younger than 30.

Yeehaw. It's Valentine's Day. Do slaves get to celebrate Valentine's Day?

I miss being someone's slavegirl. All this freedom is a real drag.

Dear WV,

I hope you have a good first day at work today.

O.

I went to a client's today, someone I haven't seen since November. His eyes widened, and he got a big grin on his face, and said I look great! Nothing like a 30-pound weight loss and a snazzy new haircut! :::::doing the happy dance:::::: Now, too bad he's not Dominant! Cute, yes, stable, yes, but not Dominant! Darn it! Oh, well, the fact is, I am happy at my improved appearance, and it was great that someone noticed and told me (with vigor) how great I look!

I can't sleep. Calgon, take me away. Or, Scotty, beam me up. Or, Sir, can you tie me in place, please?

Nothing is helping me relax tonight. ::sigh::: Too bad I don't have a Sir to order me to bed or to tie me in place. Either of those would work just fine and I'd be asleep in no time.

Nighty night, all,
Olivia

Yesterday was a crappy day. Got accused of something that simply isn't true. But how can you prove you did NOT do something, or that your motive isn't what you're being accused of? Anyway, nothing a good hard fugg couldn't fix. Nothing like a good headboard-banging fugg at the end of a crappy day, that's for sure. Thank gosh for fugg-buddies with big wankers.

Ok, here's an email I received quoted in full. Am I supposed to understand this?

"aways young if you tell yoursel that you are an if true to your heart"

I watched an amazing movie on cable last night, one whose flavor hung in the air long after the television set had been turned off. "Happy Times" is from China, with English subtitles, and is the story of two strangers thrust together - non-romantically, by the way - each impacting the other's life for the better, but enduring plenty of obstacles and nasty difficulties along the way.The movie's title is somewhat ironic since the two main characters' lives are anything but happy. Sure, there are happy moments, but each has unhappy circumstances filled with difficulty and hopelessness, yet each perseveres in order to make that emotional connection we all need.My "review" here isn't doing this film justice, but I do hope you'll seek out "Happy Times" and let yourself sink into the story, as I believe it will change you for the better for having seen it.

See my other profile, OH2CALLYOUSir, for my journal entries starting from August 2005. (You'll have to hit the "NEXT" button once you've read the first five or so entries. Play with it.. You'll figure it out.)

ohhowyoukillme Female Switch, 23, Ontario	OHHart57 Male Dominant, 48, Younstown Area, Ohio	ohhjames Male Dominant, 33, buffalo, New York	ohhhh2callyouS Female Submissive, 46, Phoenix, Arizona
ohhhhMercy Switch Couple, 48, Ocala, Florida	ohhnico Female Submissive, 21	ohhmmasterrr Male Submissive, 26, Carmel, Indiana	ohhelpme Male Submissive, 37, Seoul
OhHeyEric Male Switch, 18, Boston, Massachusetts	Ohheyitsed Male Submissive, 28, Center Moriches, New York	OhhLaLa Female Submissive, 33	OhhDaddyDaddy Male Dominant, 48

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