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Because you asked…

March 14th, 2008

Will you share more pictures?


The short answer is yes, eventually, I hope. I’m not sure when. Originally the Monday morning photos stopped because of work. I’m off on Mondays now but the tasks have not yet resumed. I’m not sure why. I am, however, glad they stopped. Is that bad? I have serious body image problems and the pics make me feel all sorts of icky. Course, that won’t change Master’s decision of whether or not to resume them. But a girl can hope, right?

Is there anything that you have had to give up for slavery that you sometimes miss?


Smoking. Although I’m not sure that counts. I gave it up of my own free will because I didn’t like the fact that I smelled like an ashtray. Master didn’t smoke so I could only imagine it made it that much worse for Him. Once I quit, I wanted it back but He said no way. I miss that more than anything. And I totally get the camaraderie you were talking about. I remember that very well.


Parties. I miss being a social butterfly.


Being able to set my own schedule.
I miss being able to say “Sure!” when work asks me to cover extra shifts. I feel like having to say “I have to ask my husband.” and eventually “I can’t.” makes me appear extremely irresponsible and undependable. At the same time, I’m glad Master controls that, though. Cause I’ve proven in the past that I’d spend all of my time at work and none of it with Him and that would suck more than being viewed as irresponsible and undependable by a group of people I really don’t have much respect for anyway.


Moving. Not the actual packing and moving to a different house part. That part sucks. But I’ve changed cities and/or states every 6 months to three years since I was two years old. I miss deciding to just pick up and go somewhere new. And the weather in Upstate NY sucks, besides.

What toy or activity do you really not like but have accepted as part of your submission?


Can I pick two?


The cane. I hate hate hate the cane. There’s no real way around it. No matter how He does it it’s just way too much for me. That Master gets off on it turns me on like crazy. But I can’t stand the damn thing.


And the paddle. I’ve never liked paddles much. When I was a kid my dad had these pingpong paddles wrapped with electrical tape that he’d beat me with when he got tired of the belt. They hurt like hell. I think part of me hoped I’d conquer my hatred for paddles when I pushed Master to get one.


If you had a sister slave, would you be the “alpha”? Or would you live as equals? Would you share your slave workload with her so that you’d have less to do or would she get her own workload and yours would stay the same?

The honest answer is… I’m not sure. I guess that’s a small part of why He doesn’t yet have a second slave. We’re not really sure exactly how things would work out with regard to hierarchy and such. Master says I would be first slave but, in all honesty, I’m not entirely sure what that means.

I’m pretty sure we’d share the workload. I mean… I do “everything” (mostly) now. The only logical thing to do would be to split “everything” so we each have our own workload. Otherwise, we’d each be doing the same everything one right after the other. I mean, it wouldn’t make much sense for her to take all the dishes out of the cabinet after I washed them and wash them again.

I guess it would really have to be considered on a case by case basis. What works for one slave might not work for another. IOW, He may take on one girl who is way more submissive than me and needs to be at the very bottom of the food chain in order to be happy. And then He may take on a girl who is at least sort of dominant and fits better between us in hierarchy. I’m sort of on middle ground and I tend to follow rather than lead. I only really attempt to take charge when I see that things aren’t getting done. So I’d probably find myself slipping in where ever I fit. I keep getting told that’s “wrong” because I was here first and I should be able to choose or I should have earned the top position and blah blah blah fucking blah. But really… it’s just who I am. I fit myself in where ever I can and stay there till I’m pushed out of “my spot” for whatever reason. And I should be able to choose? Ha! Yeah, right.

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