Sold for Parts

I have long hair.  What most people would call really long hair.  I was walking past a beauty supply store over the weekend and the man working at the store (I presume the owner) asked me if I wanted to sell my hair. 

As of now, I am not being sold off for parts. 

See... I wouldn't want to cut my hair.  I am fortunate that he doesn't want to, either, because its not up to me. I have very, very long hair because my owner prefers it very, very long.  And because I am fortunate enough to have a very long growth cycle. 


Who knows if I will still be that lucky tomorrow.

This morning, there was a story on the news about people breaking into beauty supply stores to steal the supplies of very expensive human hair used in weaves.  Small world.

Sad Day

My best friend moved today.   Her husband was stationed in another state.  Which sucks.  Such is the life of a military wife.  But in a state I have family in, and he said we can go there too visit. 

Military wife. I am the person I least expected to end up married, but she would be second in that list. Let alone to be a military wife.  She promised to let me know if she goes to disney so she can book me a room at the shades of green hotel.  (military family and guests only)

I will miss her, but her husband has been gone a long time and I'm happy they will be reunited in a few days.

What happens when I follow bread crumbs...

So following a post made by someone who's thoughts I actually enjoy reading, I came upon this hot, steamy pile posted by someone else..

"You are walking by...You encounter a slave be it. kajira or kajirus. In some way the slave has did something to offend you. Genuinely, enough that it deserves punishment. The slave is not yours. It belongs to someone."

Go ahead... give yourself a moment to let those pearls of wisdom sink in a bit.

This poster than goes on to posit whether one should take it upon to correct another person's slave right then and there, bring it to the owner's attention, or move along when said slave "has did something to offend you".

I think his time would be better spent worrying less about the discipline of other people's slaves, and more about the fact that he can't form a coherent sentence.


Just trying to navigate the nightmarish collection of sentence structure problems and grammar fails in that first paragraph made me realize I would have to eat an elementary school worth of lead paint chips before I could drop my IQ far enough to relate to this person.  Let's call him Skippy, for the sake of anonymity. 

I don't view Skippy as properly qualified to dole out graham crackers to a kindergarten class, let alone discipline to another person's property. Seriously, if someone can fuck up a simple phrase THAT badly, what would they do to another human being?

I actually had a really good laugh reading through parts of that thread. 

Mostly because of things like:

"Same regard, I've had barbarian girls with other free disciplined for disrespect. I'd also discipline them afterwords again myself."

Wow, am I happy I am not required to fake respect for morons.  I really don't see me keeping a straight face with some trumped up fuckhat looking to "discipline" me "afterwords".



Actually, I can see how having to read an afterwords by said poster without interjecting to explain the difference between afterwords and afterwards would be physically painful.  Though really, I think the only lesson it would teach me is that I have zero tolerance for genuinely stupid people with delusions of adequacy. I learned that one a LONG time ago.  Really, it would just be redundant.  And then I would have to spend all that time explaing what redundancy means, using the simplest words I can muster. 

 "An example: A slave is passing me.. As I am walking, she does not kneel does not acknowledge my existence, completely ignores me. Just keeps walking by.. I would find that offensive.." 

Does falling over with laughter count?  Cause then I am pretty sure I am safe.

Love in a Collar

I dont personally buy into the idea that M/s relationships are inherently superior, closer, or more committed.  My grandparents have been married 70 years, my parents for 40, and no M/s.  I've seem slaves go through 4 or 5 Masters in the 7 years I've spent in a collar.  I dont put a lot of stock in the label.  I dont believe love destroys M/s.  I also think it's possible without it.

My owner and I both come from unbroken homes.  Our respective former spouses both came from broken homes.  It makes me wonder if a life model of long term marriage makes it easier to do it yourself.  I'm the first divorced person in my family.  Not the last, but I was the first. 

This will be a second marriage for both of us. Time will tell if two people with the example of what it takes to work have a better chance.  It's already been longer than we were happy before.  We still are.

So far, so good.

BEWARE: Killer Slave

I am a slave. I am not an inherently submissive person. Not even close.  This puzzles a lot of people. It's extra funny with those who base their "dominance" on my playing along and acting "slavelike" to total strangers.  On the internet. 

It's a bit odd.  More than a bit, really.  I'm also a paralegal.  Attorneys from other offices don't expect me to run research for them.  I'm a mother. Strangers don't expect me to mother their kids.  I'm a best friend.  Strangers don't pop by to hang.  Just because I'm someone's wife, strangers dont ask me to do their laundry.

So why is it that a Master/slave relationship is the single personal relationship in which a large number of random internet strangers expect to participate and be treated as a part of said relationship? 

As to slaves being property... Since when do you get free reign over other peoples property?  Didn't we used to execute people for poaching or cattle rustling? 

So I dont really need one of those "don't use my info in a college study" disclaimer things. I need this....

Dear Random Master/Dom(me)/Daddy/Mommy/Top Types:

Congratulations on reaching a reading comprehension level to ascertain that I'm a slave. I am a chattel slave.  I am property.  That is true.  But as you have clearly obtained the reading skills to know that, you should know that I am Rivalkeeper's property.  Please be advised that any attempt to push any expectations of behaviors on me that do not come directly from him will be considered poaching and SLAVE RUSTLERS WILL BE SHOT ON SIGHT. 

BEWARE OF SLAVE.

Bastard!

I don't like being touched by strangers.  So, since Master is a sadistic bastard, I'm making a "Yes, you can touch my tits" shirt.  And yeah, he means it.  So if you're in Vegas this summer and see a chick who looks like a chubby Elvira in a black tank top that says that, ask the biker looking guy shes with if you want.

You'd think I'd be over blushing already.

Met up with my best friend for some lunch hour shoe shopping.  A girl nooner.  Got some very hot heels to go with my wedding gown. 

Mission Accomplished

I have my veil, dress and rings are on the way in the mail, the chapel is booked, vows are selected.

Oh, did something else happen recently?