The female slave, in her excitement and beauty, is an embodiment of sensuality, love, and service

"The slave girl is not simply someone with whom the man lives; she is very special to him; 
she is a treasured possession; he owns her; he wants to know, profoundly and deeply, the
background, history, the mind, the intelligence, the appetites, the nature, and the dispositions
of his lovely article of property; this knowledge, of course puts her more at his mercy; by making
it possible for him to manipulate her feelings, exploit weaknesses, drop asides, etc., she in the
helpless condition of her slavery, it gives him great power over her."

i come and visit here sometimes.Mostly cause no one knows me here.Facebook is for family and friends outside the world inside of me.i can write and just be myself.i don't have to think of my outside world.Having ones own business can be exhausting.i feel somewhat comfortable here.Every day in my business i have to be so dominate.i still yearn the inside of who i am.i need to touch base so many times.i have gone in rooms just to listen.Everyone knows each other there.It seems like other slaves/subs have no confidence in their selfs not to badger a new comer that wants to kneel on her slave fur and just listen.The most precious thing in the world is a Master/slave relationship.A Master is kind and stern at the same time.A slave is loving and obedient for her love for her Master.i don't cam or talk on the phone to someone i am just meeting.i believe in talking and getting to know eachother first. Collaring a slave takes time unless one is of Gor.That is a way no no to every admit to.this one has talked to so many that think Gor can't be lived in real time.Then instead of just believing one must prove herself with alot of knowlege others have to look up.Guess this little one is just venting.Why because she had to earn her status as a slave of Gor .this one does talk in third person.she does call all dominate Men,Master,not Sir and all dominate Women Mistress.i think maybe this little one has vented enough.

A friend gave me a blue rose tat.Really pretty. He also gave me these words for my BD today. meaning of the blue rose is that it symbolizes the impossible, or the unattainable. Since the blue rose itself is a rarity in nature, it stands for something that is hardly within one's grasp, an object that seems too difficult to be achieved. Thus the blue rose is admired and revered as an unrealizable dream.

The strength of a woman is carrying the burden of family without
expectation that someone will feel her pain or cry her tears.

The strength of a woman is the first one to wake up and
the last to go to bed.

The strength of a woman is to pretty and doll up all the masks
she has to wear in order to survive.

The strength of a woman is crying herself to sleep at night then
embracing you in the morning with a hug and a smile.

The strength of a woman is my mother,
a woman who says she’s okay when you can tell she’s in pain,
a woman who smiles when the going gets tough and
a woman who finds laughter after crying.

The strength of a woman is to raise a child she does not know.
The strength of a woman hears a child’s cry and
knows exactly what they want.

The strength of a woman is courage and independence.
The strength of a woman is doing whatever it takes to survive.
The strength of a woman is the backbone that holds everyone together
. . . behind every strong man there is a strong woman.

The strength of a woman is her ability
to hold her tongue when her significant other is wrong
to stop her children from misbehaving with a look in her eye
to pick herself up and dust herself off
to make her family smile in the midst of a storm
to multi-task and adapt to different situations
to swallow her pride.

The strength of a woman is her unconditional love
for her children and others.
The strength of a woman is to be a peacemaker.
The strength of a woman is to be able to feel things no one else can.
The strength of a woman is to be able.
The strength of a woman is having faith in God,
for she knows God is the only one that has her back.
Helping others when they are in need,
always there to take the lead.
Suffering hard times not for long,
because her will is very strong.
Makes you happy with lots of jokes,
most importantly they are jokes of hope.
Her colors are beautiful—scarlet red—
lots of blessings upon her head.
The strength of a woman we’ll always know,
because her strength will always show.

Haven't been here in a long time.Fall is here.Life is good.Since this one owns her own buisness,she meets so many people.Sometimes we all think life is hard.This week i meet a young man.He waked with a cane,but the look in his eyes told a story.i stopped what i was doing and talked with him.He lived at homeward bound.i helped him as he did laundry for homeward bound.He was trying to get to Denver.Looked again back in his eyes.He reached my soul. Turned out as we talked he was trying to get to a doctor.His money ran out and doctors would'nt see him.He found one in Denver that would.As we talked i saw the pain he was in.We talked some more as i helped him.No i didn't help him,He changed my life forever.He had a killer smile.i can't express how i felt.Turns out he needs an operation.He has a 20 % of living with this operation.Still he smiled and he honored me being able to help him.Please all look inside each other.we never know who touches that burning fire inside our soul.i am deeply blessed for the honor of meeting this young man.Kind words and a helping hand mean so very much.A burning desire in ones soul to serve is a blessing that can never be explained.

my life is very unique.Having my own buisness keeps this one on her feet.i love to be around my customers.So many of them have become friends.i listen each day to so many stories. Sad,happy,young and old.i am so lucky to be a girl who takes the time to listen. Being of slave nature keeps this one humble.Being a roughnecks wife this one understands the Men who miss their familys because they have to work so far away to take care of their familys.Then there is us wives,girlfriends,boyfriends and kids and grandkids who pray everday everyone on the rigs are safe.we count the days to see our loved ones walk thru the door safe. we stop to say a prayer for our men and women who are still at war.this one gets to serve in so many ways. she has learned a collar is not what makes the slave,but the Master that taught her mind and heart to serve with happiness,willingness,kindness and loyality.To give all she has to make someone smile.i love who i am.Master Joe,this one thanks Master for seeing in her what she didn't.Masters guiding and strict hands and teachings have been a life time of this girls burning in her belly to serve.Giving ones life to serve is a huge privilege.It has so many rewards for this one.this girl  did an old (but young) warriors clothes.this one washed and dried His clothes with honor. The gentleman came to pick up His clothes.i looked into this Mans eyes with a gentle smile and this ones heart pounded as this girl saw the years of this Warriors life.He took this ones hand and told her,His time was at the end of His journey.This Man that fought for my life and freedom handed me a silver penny on a chain.Copper was needed in the war.This penny is so special cause only a few were made.More special cause this girl had the honor to be able to serve such a special Man.this one hugged Him tight as He turned to walk out the door.With necklace in this ones hand she lowered her eyes and cried.Aye this one lives an awesome life.

she looks around.Eveything is coming back so amazing.So green so alive. Makes this girl warm inside. As she trims her roses and tills her garden she smiles and feels the deep earth inside her.The flowers bloom and they smell so sweet. she feels the breeze of the spring begin. she smiles as she takes it all in.The earth,wind and fire become as one with her.she looks to the sun and moon.her arms opened wide to see everything deep inside of her Blessed Be

Life has many faces.Some we show.Some we hide.All of us have a stranger inside of us.I feel the stranger but don't really know what it is.I have looked deep inside myself and have learned many parts of myself.Some parts of me are dark.Some have light.Some are playful and fun .Some parts are sad,some full with excitement.The most I feel inside is to flow with this journey.A journey I have no clue about.I have raised my kids.Now I am starting my own business. Maybe for the first time learning who I am.I am married.My husband works on the rigs.We are states apart.I see him very little.He feels the stranger within me.He has asked me to find what is really inside.I am not sure how to do this.Maybe here I can learn a bit of everything.My journey begins.