Thinking of what to write is the most difficult part of keeping a regular personal journal. Feel free to use the following prompt to help you keep a better journal.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
The summer has been so busy with family matters and trips that my butterfly garden has gone untouched – a lot! I love it and think it is so beautiful and feel the need to show it off proudly to everyone. However, in its current state I am a bit embarrassed to show it and feel guilty on my lack of caring. It is a less than outstanding example of love and attention and a wonderful reminder that "we reap what we sow".
Monday, August 13, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
I've seen it said repeatedly that when things get twisted, when Life seems to have overwhelmed them, people drop their "roles" and just talk, which begs the question - Did they not talk before? Just recently I ripped to tiny pieces an article I had printed out because he kept referring to every aspect of the Lifestyle as role-play, and for our Family that is simply not what it is. Role-play is when I dress them in their schoolgirl outfits and bend them over my desk and, as the Dean, spank them for being such naughty little brats. My being Master and them being slaves are not roles that we play; it is who we are. We communicate constantly and within that communication needs, desires, as well as trouble spots come out and are discussed. For people who claim to live this Lifestyle 24/7 to say that they drop their roles at anytime makes me wonder how much fantasy their life is or what kind of Master the Master really is. 24/7 means all the time and if you are having issues maintaining that then perhaps you are trying to live the accoutrements and not the deeper Life, and if that works for you, then role-play away.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Masters like an air of mystery about them. They like to appear stoic with a tough exterior. After all, they are dominants, bad asses in control with whips and chains, house manuals and protocols. They are their own person, not afraid to claim that they follow no one else’s rules but their own. Each one is different; each one unique. They are masters, hear them roar.