<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017</id><updated>2012-01-21T20:00:42.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Masters foot</title><subtitle type='html'>The writings of a devoted slave about life and training with Master.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-7640516930169735403</id><published>2011-12-07T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T17:49:19.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Life has been extremely busy these past few months.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Master and slave have been shrimping to fill the freezer while the shrimp were in the river.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Master and this slave&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;built a chicken coop and now have fresh eggs every morning and eight chickens to feed.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Master got His handyman license so He could start making money doing His own thing, with slave as a helper....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then, Master got a call in the wee morning hours that His father was in the hospital and it wasn't looking good. It was a surprise because W/we had shrimped with His father two days before and he had been the same as he always was. So W/we drove up there and arrived in enough time for Master to help His stepmother make the hard decision.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The doctors had done everything possible and the only option left was to let him go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone was shocked, it was such a sudden and violent way for him to go that it was surreal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The next week was hectic and a mix of family in all stages of shock, disbelief or sadness... and the next few months were not much better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Masters mother became ill two weeks after His father passed so, W/we drove out of state to her until she was stable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Master inherited His fathers commercial fishing license so He plans to do that as well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Helping Masters stepmother with His fathers belongings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last week His cousin hung himself....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things have been a crazy mess! Like 2011 realized it had forgotten a bunch of stuff and dumped it all at once.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is mostly to update everyone and also say that this slave is not going anywhere. she just has been so busy that its hard to find time to eat and shower let alone play on the computer. Hopefully soon life calms a little and things can resume the usual level of crazy *grin*.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Also the first collar that Master allowed this slave to wear has finally bitten the dust *sniffle* this slave has been given permission to put it up in a safe place, thank you Master.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-7640516930169735403?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7640516930169735403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=7640516930169735403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/7640516930169735403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/7640516930169735403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2011/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-2777566011750492596</id><published>2011-09-14T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:04:25.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black -n- Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Today this slave has the best pokeables that she has had in a very long time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Master turned on some nice mood music, a mix of bands like Korn and Rob Zombie. Then He had slave get Him the curvy and rough willow root that fits this slaves butt perfectly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;slave was bent over the steps and told to be still, and Master went to work.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alternating between the willow, His hand and a small chunk of 2x4 that was used as a stake for a concrete frame, Master gave her a little warm up and then lit her up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was soooo nice and soooo needed! Master gave slave some nice stripes and some lovely deep tissue bruised and lumps *grin*. Every time this slave sits or get an 'apperciative smack' on the ass from Master her insides go all gooey.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Afterwards Master had slave lay back and spread for Him while she came back to reality. Master surprised her with HIS&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;toothbrush vibrating suddenly against her clit. As fired up as this slave was it was almost unbearably intense, to the point where slave couldn't even thank Master coherently. On occasion this slave will squirt though she is still learning how to keep from fighting the urge to do so. Master brought her to the edge over and over and she managed to a little but, mostly just had a bunch of orgasms over and over until she felt like a dried up fish outta water.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A snack and cuddle and TONS of water finished off the nigh perfectly. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-2777566011750492596?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2777566011750492596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=2777566011750492596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2777566011750492596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2777566011750492596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2011/09/black-n-blue.html' title='Black -n- Blue'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-1092326046194748933</id><published>2011-05-30T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:36:37.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then there were two?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i522.photobucket.com/albums/w341/keeperslilslave/anime/deo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i522.photobucket.com/albums/w341/keeperslilslave/anime/deo.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Master has been speaking to His ex (s) from years ago for about two months now, and her and slave have been chatting quite a bit as well. Master and s are reacquainting and it seems that sometime in the future she may become a part of Masters household. s is new to the poly life and may be unable to adjust to being one of the girls at opposed to the only girl but, after speaking with Master and slave a few times a day she seems to be willing to do her best to try. W/we are preparing her as best as possible for when the time comes and she wants to be with Master no matter what so, it looks promising.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Master and slave worked today, really worked. It's been a while and this slave is wore out *laugh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So far have been remodeling, building shelves and cleaning. Later this week W/we will replace part of a roof *grin* this slave is super excited about that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this slave will keep updating on the status of s though it will probably be a while before anything changes if it does. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-1092326046194748933?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1092326046194748933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=1092326046194748933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1092326046194748933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1092326046194748933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2011/05/then-there-were-two.html' title='Then there were two?'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i522.photobucket.com/albums/w341/keeperslilslave/anime/th_deo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-2490772662836164368</id><published>2011-05-24T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T16:53:58.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slight dehydration</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;As mentioned before this slave has a very strong desire for sex. she is in a perpetual state of arousal and going without is sheer torture. Three days is her limit where light flirting and teasing become torture, and her skin cries for touch. Where her nipples are hard little points against her shirt, where her jeans brushing her naked pussy rile her up to the point where she has to make a conscious effort not to molest Master every couple minutes. Where her pussy is so wet for so long that she is dehydrated to some extent, well her pussy is almost always wet and she is almost always dehydrated *laugh*.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;But, despite this slaves agony she is happy to suffer. Master says that He likes her torment......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this slave,&amp;nbsp; although sick still is so very horny and cant stop thinking about rubbing on and sucking Masters wonderful cock. Then getting fucked stupid *daydreams........*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Random slave feelings .....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-2490772662836164368?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2490772662836164368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=2490772662836164368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2490772662836164368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2490772662836164368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2011/05/slight-dehydration.html' title='slight dehydration'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-1757212322803436038</id><published>2011-05-23T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T19:28:28.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling ucky</title><content type='html'>this slave feels quite yucky today, unfortunately she is coming down with some sort of bug.&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to write tonight but, her head is all fluffy and her tummy hurts.&lt;br /&gt;So hi and bye everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-1757212322803436038?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1757212322803436038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=1757212322803436038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1757212322803436038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1757212322803436038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2011/05/feeling-ucky.html' title='Feeling ucky'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-5593069253179762385</id><published>2011-05-23T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T09:27:49.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida summer</title><content type='html'>Master and slave fixed the mower a few days ago (well, slave handed over some tools) and then mowed two lawns in two hours. Master actually let slave mow most of them while He weed eated. this slave was very grateful because it feels like forever since she has done much physical labor, and she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But oh how hot and muggy it has been!!!&amp;nbsp; *wistful Alaska thoughts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-5593069253179762385?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5593069253179762385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=5593069253179762385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/5593069253179762385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/5593069253179762385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2011/05/florida-summer.html' title='Florida summer'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-7200080007927902224</id><published>2011-05-03T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:43:01.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Spanking!"</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;slave has a scene from Monty Pythons 'The holy grail' running through her head "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;DINGO:  Oh, wicked, bad, naughty, evil Zoot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Oh, she is a naughty&lt;br /&gt;      person, and she must pay the penalty -- and&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;here in Castle Anthrax, we&lt;br /&gt;      have but one punishment for setting alight&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;the grail-shaped beacon.  You&lt;br /&gt;      must tie her down on a bed and spank her!&lt;br /&gt;  GIRLS:  A spanking!  A spanking!&lt;br /&gt;  DINGO:  You must spank her well.  And after you have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;spanked her, you&lt;br /&gt;      may deal with her as you like.  And then, spank me.&lt;br /&gt;  VARIOUS GIRLS:  And spank me.&lt;br /&gt;      And me.&lt;br /&gt;      And me.&lt;br /&gt;  DINGO:  Yes, yes, you must give us all a good spanking!&lt;br /&gt;  GIRLS:  A spanking!  A spanking!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laugh* Well, more a thorough, fantastic, much needed beating in this case but, the results have this slave quite giddy and happy (obviously, quoting Monty Python!)&lt;br /&gt;Well, Master has arranged to house sit for someone and W/we now have around a week of privacy *happy dance*. Last night Master fucked slave, though the sheets were slippery and slave kept sliding everywhere. Master told her she was so light she just slid around and slave replied that Master could always tie her feet so she couldn't go anywhere. He laughed and said that it wasn't such a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;He came inside her then fucked her again about half an hour later. slave was ecstatic and even more so when He pulled out, had her suck on His cock and then shot a huge load in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Master had slave stay naked and told her to kneel at His feet. That alone was enough to make this slave start to quiver with eagerness at once again being at Masters foot in such a way. Then Master told her to get the bag of toys that she had picked out and bring it to Him.&lt;br /&gt;Handing it over slave tried to be still as she watched Master take everything out to see what was there. First the red soft flogger that hasn't seen daylight since before Alaska, then the zebra stripey cane that has been away for even longer still, a drooly gag, some ankle chains, a leather belt transformed into a toy.... All on quite the light end compared to what this slave would usually go for but, it has been a while and she was a little nervous. Though the last thing that Master pulled out of the bag was the former construction junk that is Winston, slave just had to put that in there *laugh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master had slave lay the upper half of her body out on a wooden bench in the living room. Making a diamond with her hands slave placed her nose to the smooth wood and spread her knees apart.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting.....&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the flogger landing against slaves backside was the familiar distinctive sound of multiple tails landing almost simultaneously, repeatedly against her begging flesh. Oh how sweet it was, every pause accented with the sound and feel of the delightful strips warming her and starting the tingles.&lt;br /&gt;Without warning the toys changed to the zebra cane and slave sharply drew breath as it's metal tip drew twin stripes on her rosy butt. The implement's rotated as Master wished with the braided belt coming into the mix here and there with it's similarity to the flogger ending at the tails, the thin strips completely different when the knots at the end drew a sharp, light kind of hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINSTON! Cracked into play with no warning at all and slave squealed as it landed and tried not to move from her instructed position. Over and over as slave sank deeper and deeper until she wasn't sure if her cheeks could handle much more after such a dry spell, that thought of almost too much ouch was exactly the moment that Master ran His hand around slaves fiery cheeks. Soothing and so nice, even better still as He slid His hand down to her very wet pussy. Master slipped a finger inside her, slave moaned and pushed against Him eagerly.&amp;nbsp; Removing His finger Master then placed His head right at her opening and after a moments pause slid all the way into her with one smooth motion. Oh so very nice! slave &lt;i&gt;loves &lt;/i&gt;a nice fucking after being beaten! Master pounded into her, sore cheeks throbbing and slave was quickly wet to her knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more minutes Master grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back, wrapping His large hand around His hard cock. slave wiggled and moaned as she watched Master stroke faster, faster, then looking right into her eyes Master came all over her belly, closing His eyes for a moment in ecstasy. slave almost died it was so very hot! Then Master took His hand smearing and finger painting from her belly to breasts and, life was perfect. slave was so grateful that tears welled up as she thanked Master profusely for His attentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tossing slave into a cool shower the usual dual scrub down ensued before a peaceful, reassuring cuddle on the couch topped off the lovely evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-7200080007927902224?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7200080007927902224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=7200080007927902224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/7200080007927902224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/7200080007927902224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2011/05/spanking.html' title='&quot;A Spanking!&quot;'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-2555388208115203576</id><published>2011-03-19T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:36:35.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye glasses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Master got contacts for slave for the first time and her trial pair came in yesterday, she has to go back in a week so that the doctor can make adjustments as needed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this slave is very excited and didn't have too much trouble putting them in, taking them out and putting them back in again at the office.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Once her four hours were up and she had to take them out again though, she had a really hard time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;her eyes were sore from the repeated pulling and contacts in her eyes so, every time she tried to take them out her eyelids burned. Master came over after slave became frustrated after about fifteen minutes and patient as always He took them out for slave after a few tries with her squirming a little.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Master was also kind enough to take them out for her today too, He says that for the first few days while her eyes are sore and she is getting used to them He will take them out as long as she puts them in so she doesn't hurt herself. slave is very grateful especially with the added difficulty of weighted contacts! she does love having her peripheral vision again and is quite determined to make this work, thank You Master!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Master also spoke of wanting to play in public soon but, He is going to wait until T/they can play at least once in private first. Things have had to be in 'people' mode for slave instead of 'slave formal' mode lately due to the temporary living arrangements at this time and play has had to be nonexistent again, darn the luck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The lure of any play right now is a tempting one but, this slave is glad that Master has decided to wait for a private moment. When Master gets to play with slave after this long dry spell it is going to be intense... and very intimate, this slave will enjoy the long fall into wherever Master decides to send her and she is eagerly awaiting it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Master and slave have also been watching netflix on demand and are now almost at the end of season seven of stargate sg-1, *laugh* yes W/we are nerdy enough that W/we can give a valid argument as to why the wraith make better villains then the goa'uld. While watching episode whateverhundred a few days ago O'Neil said slaves new favorite saying "Well spank me rosy!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*laughing on the floor while hearing the song "White and nerdy"*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-2555388208115203576?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2555388208115203576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=2555388208115203576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2555388208115203576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2555388208115203576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodbye-glasses.html' title='Goodbye glasses!'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-4600641086018368052</id><published>2011-01-11T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T13:51:42.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*wave*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hello everyone! this slave is just checking in to say hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Nothing super exciting has happened since her last post just doing odd jobs to make a few bucks, and trying to molest Master at least a couple times a day *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Master quit smoking last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;slave is very happy for Him and glad that He decided to do it. Master had her quit a few years ago and it made such an improvement in her breathing and stuff that she is excited for Him to be healthier too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-4600641086018368052?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4600641086018368052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=4600641086018368052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4600641086018368052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4600641086018368052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2011/01/wave.html' title='*wave*'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-2494141100499208261</id><published>2011-01-04T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:39:52.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howling at the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h443/dogclaw99/wolf-blue-moon-night1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h443/dogclaw99/wolf-blue-moon-night1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Happy new year! and good riddance 2010, finally its over! What a year, it seemed to have more than the usual amount of&amp;nbsp; downs. slave is looking forward to this new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Masters birthday just happens to be new years day so that usually makes for a great birthday party for Him. Though this year with everything being in limbo W/we had a nice 'round the bonfire at a friends' kinda night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When W/we got home though Master and slave had a few drinks under the stars in the backyard. It was quite nice and Master let slave stroke His cock the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After relaxing and hanging out for a while Master led slave deeper into the shadows of the oak hammock. By this time it was well past 3am so things had grown&amp;nbsp;quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Master pushed up slave's short skirt and told her to grab her ankles, grabbing slaves hip with His large hand Master grabbed her in the spot that makes her squish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;With His right hand Master rubbed His hard cock along slaves slippery pussy, teasing her before pushing the tip of His cock inside her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;slave moaned as she His fat head ease into her, gasping when He swiftly filled her completely. Both hands on her hips now Master pounded slave as she tried not to do what Master calls 'howling at the moon' *laugh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Feeling Master sliding in and out of her, hitting that spot that hurts so nicely, slave became wetter and wetter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Master pulled out and told slave to come over and suck His cock as He sat down on a nearby stump. On the way over slave realized that she was wet down past her knees and, giggling she told Master as she grabbed His cock. Master smiled at slave and told her to suck and tell Him about someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Master has slave do that sometimes, she will tell Him of a girl that she has seen or imagined in great detail as she pleases Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Alternating between sucking and describing a chunky little blond slave was eventually rewarded with a huge load to swallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;All in all a pretty great new years eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-2494141100499208261?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2494141100499208261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=2494141100499208261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2494141100499208261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2494141100499208261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2011/01/howling-at-moon.html' title='Howling at the moon'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-8603459328362668112</id><published>2010-12-19T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:04:10.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This slave wishes to share some of her poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's nothing special just little pieces of her feelings and inspirations that found their way to random bits of paper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The artist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He decorates His pale canvas with sure, swift strokes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A Master of His trade, this artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Focused completely and entirely self disciplined,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;His work is breathtaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Stripes of color in different patterns, some light, some dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Others lined neatly in a row, the rest crossed and intertwined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;They leave such an interesting impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Reds, bright crimson blood, burning like fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Blues, of the deepest, darkest ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Purple, like a bruise, or a sweet ripe plum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yellow, wild dandelions in fields of green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes if the dark mood strikes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;the almost black of a stormy night sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;All of these He flows together seamlessly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;part practiced perfection, part gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He can create something beautiful, with just about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No brushes or pencils touch His work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He prefers to choose His own tools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Few ever get to see this art, they just wouldn't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;For its still too far outside the norm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Still He creates because it pleases Him, not for any type of recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Contemplating His next design with a smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Master wields His implement with skill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;His swings land flawlessly to the cries of His slave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;and the appearing marks are exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A soothing hand to steady, on her trembling side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The touch of His love tender and rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;she leans into Him happily, breathing quickened, flushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And with a devious grin He draws back thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"It was a dark and stormy night...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-8603459328362668112?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8603459328362668112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=8603459328362668112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/8603459328362668112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/8603459328362668112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/12/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-440330333514947731</id><published>2010-12-01T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:22:57.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blond chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yes, blond chicken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;W/we had chicken and veggie soup for dinner tonight, and Master showed slave how to pluck and clean a chicken. All thanks to the chicken that 'flew' over the neighbors chain link fence into the waiting jaws of his dog *laugh* &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; blond chicken, and yes it really was yellow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master was given the still warm bird by the neighbor who had no idea what to do with it, so He checked to make sure its insides were intact just like W/we had to do with the bunny last year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then He showed slave what to do, it was lots of fun and&amp;nbsp;the bird&amp;nbsp;was only bruised a little.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It tasted good though was a little tougher than usual because it was a 'yard bird' instead of one kept tender in a tiny cage like the ones you get from the store.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The whole thing was great, slave loves that kinda stuff! Thank You Master.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-440330333514947731?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/440330333514947731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=440330333514947731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/440330333514947731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/440330333514947731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/12/blond-chicken.html' title='Blond chicken'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-4438905392933801034</id><published>2010-11-28T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:50:36.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm the sweetness of infliction</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Master beat slave the day before yesterday *happy sigh*, she feels so much better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master says that she has her 'perma grin' back *laugh* she feels like it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master used random implements from around the house to bring slave to tears, it was much needed and she loved it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After reducing slave to a sniffling mess Master bent her over and stuffed His super hard cock into her wet pussy, thrusting into her He soon filled her with a hot load. Ah, the utter perfection of being a 'creme filled slave', *laugh* it aways makes her think of Twinkies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;W/we played in the mud today and afterwards came home to have crawdads, fried catfish, shrimp scampi and leftover green bean casserole for dinner, what a great meal! A regular swamp feast :).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-4438905392933801034?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4438905392933801034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=4438905392933801034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4438905392933801034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4438905392933801034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/11/mmm-sweetness-of-infliction.html' title='Mmm the sweetness of infliction'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-4278034605574219581</id><published>2010-11-18T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:55:23.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copper wire and seams</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Have Y/you ever played with copper wire? Once its stripped bare its a beautiful thing, varying shades of brassy gold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;slave likes to play with jewelry ideas and twist it into shapes, though after a few twists it tries to bind and becomes hard to mold. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recent events have this slaves insides bound uncomfortably. When speaking to Master about her feelings by the bonfire slave mentioned that her insides were in knots but, upon further reflection slave feels that it is closer to twists of wire...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emotions, like bare wire are beautiful&amp;nbsp; things, though can easily become a bothersome twisty mess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of the recent events coupled with this slaves attempts to be strong for Master&amp;nbsp;have her a ball of weirdly bound feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things are hard right now with all of the sad things taking place...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alaska almost worked but didn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master and w had to split.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masters mom had a couple of strokes and He can't get to her to visit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two days ago Masters sister lost her baby at 36 weeks..... the one W/we are staying with. Its so sad just happy that W/we are here to help her if she needs it....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this slave wishes she could help more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through all of this slave dares to mention her feelings, she feels selfish. Though after a few&amp;nbsp;weeks of hiding them to help others she is all knotted now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It helps to mindlessly blog and get these thoughts out so she can better serve Master with a clearer mind and help the family better when not so focused on her herself....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just everything inside is that emotion that resembles being locked in a chest with one small seam to scream though when you wont survive without more room to expand your lungs for a louder scream to be heard with......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-4278034605574219581?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4278034605574219581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=4278034605574219581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4278034605574219581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4278034605574219581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/11/copper-wire-and-seams.html' title='Copper wire and seams'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-475405006622436848</id><published>2010-11-12T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:00:51.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another kinda limbo</title><content type='html'>Being back in Florida means looking for work all over again, a necessary evil of life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time though since the house split Master and slave are living in another town and are out of the city *happy dance* and another plus is how close the ocean is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another sort of limbo though, staying with family until one of U/us has a steady income for rent since Master let w have the house.&lt;br /&gt;So will keep updating and will hopefully have a place again within a month. Maybe this time&amp;nbsp;W/we wont have to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master did 'creme fill' slave in the shower today, and it was really hot Thank You Master!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-475405006622436848?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/475405006622436848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=475405006622436848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/475405006622436848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/475405006622436848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-another-kinda-limbo.html' title='Just another kinda limbo'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-520195922573430853</id><published>2010-10-29T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:30:00.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What an INSANE month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Wow. Things have been really crazy since this slaves last blog post, like REALLY just...wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Master and slave were working in Alaska and were about a month away from &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; getting the family up there and having His house as it should be, Master had even had a beautiful 6 bedroom house set up for the next month. Then, He got a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Seems like everything exploded down in Florida and the situation had become unmanageable for w so, slave purchased the tickets for Master for Him and her to fly down immediately. Since it was such short notice it&amp;nbsp;was way more than it should have and depleted the moving fund almost entirely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;slave was very ill, extremely ill while packing up the apartment in 2 days. she had such a high fever that she was delirious for most of it and doesn't even remember the two nights of Master bathing her with ice cold rags to bring her temperature down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Unfortunately Master had to do did most of the packing, and the little that slave did was unorganized and practically useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When T/they arrived it took Master about a week and a half to get everything sorted out and all the problems corrected, the money and time it would take to get back to work was a stretch and Alaska became no more than a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So Master organized life in Florida, improving and adjusting to make life wonderful as He always does, and THEN.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Remember when this slave spoke of n coming back into the house around two years ago now? What a manipulative, and unbalanced person she had been, causing her removal from the house the first time? Well, it turns out that she had been sowing seeds since O/our departure to get w all to herself again like it was before Master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;*sigh* For lack of a better term the shit hit the fan 2 days ago, n finally got it right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;she messed things up so bad and put a huge wrench in everything so that now, Master and w can't even be together anymore. The details really don't matter much, the end result is the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So suddenly Master and slave are almost alone now, for real this time, slave feels so bad for Him. All that work and time away to make things better for His house and it was all for nothing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What a horrible few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-520195922573430853?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/520195922573430853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=520195922573430853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/520195922573430853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/520195922573430853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-insane-month.html' title='What an INSANE month!'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-1209284071992643307</id><published>2010-10-01T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:39:52.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dawning duh moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yesterday it dawned on slave for the first time that she is the only skinny 'girlfriend' that Master has ever had, He usually wont settle for less than a chunky girl. It's not like slave didn't know that Master usually dated big girls, she just figured that somewhere in His past there was at least one skinny (average really, skinny just means not chunky) girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;slave doesn't count flings, one night stands or a here and there fuckbuddy. Master is a really big slut as is&amp;nbsp;slave, and no it's not a bad thing, just a fact. But those numbers don't end up in the girlfriend pool.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was just a 'wow' moment. she feels privileged that Master liked her enough to see past her size but, it also makes her stop for a moment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she really thought about it when she saw pictures of one of Masters exes, from the way He had talked about her and the stories told before slave had just assumed she was at least in the 'skinny bitch/bones' category that this slave is in (the former cheerleader probably had a part in that assumption but, was apparently before He met her). Well, nope.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It just make her feel this odd mix of special,&amp;nbsp;grateful,&amp;nbsp;and a little self conscious. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes it's still a little hard to be 'the skinny bitch' when slave thinks about it, sounds kinda funny huh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-1209284071992643307?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1209284071992643307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=1209284071992643307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1209284071992643307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1209284071992643307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/10/dawning-duh-moment.html' title='A dawning duh moment'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-7376632994718644856</id><published>2010-09-24T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:10:56.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little bite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Master bit slave the night before last, just a playful nip when she jumped into His lap to rub on His cock. Feeling His teeth sink into her shoulder hard enough to hurt made her gasp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slave forgot what she was doing and her mind slipped, relishing the pain that was so sweet, craving Masters infliction a tear slid down her cheek when He pulled away. Master saw, understood, and smiled at her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Undress slave" Master told her after taking slave to the bedroom. she quickly obeyed and eyed Him as He&amp;nbsp;picked up&amp;nbsp;fluffy and grinned at her. "Do you remember what heavy, knotted rope feels like slave?" Master asked with His devious look. "Not really Master" slave replied getting a little nervous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this slave always gets a little afraid before a scene. she wants Master to hurt her,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;she &lt;strong&gt;needs&lt;/strong&gt; Master to hurt her but, it still scares her a little. That's good. Fear turns her on, even if it's hers. she gets nervous and trembles a little, Master likes that. The more eager and anxious slave gets the wetter she gets so by the time she is in position bent over the bed with her elbows and hands correctly placed her pussy is soaked. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slave feels Master behind her, like He is more than just a man, His presence seems to fill the room and her skin prickles as the hair on the back of her neck stands up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting. Master keeps her waiting, wondering when He is going to strike... she trembles again then the tails of fluffy thwack against her ass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It progressed as these things tend to do, Master doing all sorts of wonderfully horrible things to slave. More fluffy, cold ice on her red ass, the chain wrapped around her in a way that her legs were pulled open, the heavy end of the pool stick on her inner thighs, clothespins on her pussy, a slave jelly ball curled on Masters lap with mascara to her chin sniffling happily... you know how these things go *grin* it was lovely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master was getting ready for work this morning and He put slave up on the bathroom counter for a quickie. Pounding into her Master told slave to cum and then pulled out and shot His load all over slaves pussy *shiver* oh it was so HOT! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slave stayed dirty for a little bit before showering, she likes to be a little filthy. It was a great start to her day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-7376632994718644856?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7376632994718644856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=7376632994718644856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/7376632994718644856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/7376632994718644856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-little-bite.html' title='Just a little bite...'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-4029225986138473578</id><published>2010-09-01T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:55:20.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awestruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's almost&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;O/our fifth anniversary, goodness that was fast. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking about how much slave's life has changed because of Master brings tears to her eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching awestruck as Master relaxes after a long day at work and slaves heart feels like it will burst with love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This life that He has given her is everything that she could have hoped, and so much more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chained to His bed at night, Masters powerful arms wrapped around her, holding His slaves small wrists tightly to her chest as He squeezes her to Him in His sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kneeling before Him as Master speaks to slave about discipline, His day, what she should be mindful of or how proud Master is of something. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At work, Master with her in every movement, slave does it all for Him and as well as He would have it done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just, everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How does one put into mere words this powerful feeling that sears through the veins? This passion and devotion and love that IS part of this slaves very soul? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master has made her into His slave... Every breath, every beat of her heart, every thought, will forever be His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;her hazel eyes show the changed soul within as a knowing sparkle before downcast demurely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master, thank You, for everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-4029225986138473578?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4029225986138473578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=4029225986138473578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4029225986138473578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4029225986138473578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/09/awestruck.html' title='Awestruck'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-8934750564479238802</id><published>2010-08-27T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:28:35.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random talks with Master</title><content type='html'>Master and slave were talking yesterday about Master acquiring a new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;subbie&lt;/span&gt; eventually. He has mentioned it before in passing and was kind enough to discuss it with her, since it is waiting at least until the rest of the family is up here Master has yet to decide exactly what He wants but, He has the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that slave is happy about is that He doesn't want her to have kids, or at least none of living at home age and that is good. Having little ones around would give slave a case of the baby fever, and w likes babies too so it could become problematic. Master also prefers heavier girls though likes variety and has this little slave to prove it *smile*. she would obviously have to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; with a poly lifestyle and also work within the hierarchy that Master has set up for His house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random talk about the future but it is a comfort to know such things sometimes and slave is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; to have Master take the time to tell her things that she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-8934750564479238802?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8934750564479238802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=8934750564479238802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/8934750564479238802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/8934750564479238802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-talks-with-master.html' title='Random talks with Master'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-4838082066967585169</id><published>2010-08-13T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T09:12:02.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickled fish and snuggling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TGVhxSzn88I/AAAAAAAAACg/8w0HbNDR1Ic/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504913619020149698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TGVhxSzn88I/AAAAAAAAACg/8w0HbNDR1Ic/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;These last few days off slave has been very busy, its nice to have this kinda time. slave has cleaned the house from top to bottom, made croissants, a red velvet cake and pickled a bunch of the salmon that was caught last weekend from a recipe given to her mother from an old friend. The only bad thing is that slave has the hardest time waiting for the salmon to pickle before she wants to eat it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*laugh*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;she feels the seasons here, and loves it. The days are still too hot though - in the mid 70's but the nights have begun to get that crispness that comes from the first thoughts of winter *happy sigh*. slave cant wait until next year when there will be enough room for a freezer to fill with fish and meat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On another train of thought Master was a pleasure to snuggle with last night, slave is so privileged. she is grateful that she is allowed such things and is enjoying every minute of it, slave knows that when w gets up here that nights in Masters bed will be a rare treat. slave will be back in a cage beside His bed, chained through the bars as is her place. The next best thing after being in Masters arms, sleeping protected in something made with His bare hands. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eventually cage number two will need to be made but for now slave gets to feel Masters powerful arms pull her into His iron embrace every night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-4838082066967585169?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4838082066967585169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=4838082066967585169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4838082066967585169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4838082066967585169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/08/pickled-fish-and-snuggling.html' title='Pickled fish and snuggling'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TGVhxSzn88I/AAAAAAAAACg/8w0HbNDR1Ic/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-1049454671486484356</id><published>2010-08-10T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T07:54:15.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Master took slave salmon fishing this weekend, it was wonderful slave really enjoyed herself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was nice to get all rain-geared up and fight the salmon into the rocks on the shore where it was easier to jump down and yank the treble hook out while they thrashed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;W/we ended up letting over half of them go because they had hit the fresh water and started to turn but many of them were still nice and silver, it was so much fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-1049454671486484356?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1049454671486484356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=1049454671486484356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1049454671486484356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1049454671486484356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/08/fishing-fun.html' title='Fishing fun'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-7935213459122428596</id><published>2010-07-30T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T17:58:27.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite so busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Master has allowed slave to quit her second job *happy dance* now she has more time to properly serve Him, and just a few weeks ago Master and slave moved to a one bedroom apartment so now T/they have more privacy. It's been very nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few days ago slave came home from work and was getting ready for bed. Master was already under the covers and He told her to go to the bathroom then come to Him. When slave went to His side He asked if she had anything else left to do and she replied just ironing His shirt beside the bed. Master reached under the covers and pulled out the end of a long chain, He reached forward and clipped it to His collar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slave was flooded with gratitude, it has been almost a year since she has been chained and her eyes filled with tears. she thanked Master and rubbed her cheek against His hand as He smiled at her, the weight of the chain pulling on her neck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she has twelve feet to roll up in as she sleeps at night with Master holding her, it's so perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-7935213459122428596?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7935213459122428596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=7935213459122428596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/7935213459122428596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/7935213459122428596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-quite-so-busy.html' title='Not quite so busy'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-2200555532721777076</id><published>2010-06-11T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:59:42.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Permission to play</title><content type='html'>Master allowed slave to suck His cock last night, and swallow a huge load. slave was very thankful though afterwards more riled up than ever. Master has been making slave suffer by not fucking her the past few days or so, and boy is she horny!&lt;br /&gt;Silly little slave asked for permission to masturbate today and Master allowed it. He knows that she only gets even more like a bitch in heat, not less when she masturbates because nothing compares to a hot, throbbing cock *drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slave, feeling a little filthy and playfully naughty today decided to blog right afterwards. she is soaked, her pussy is sensitive and her fingers keep drifting down to play. Permission to do such isn't often granted and slave is making the most of it. Though slave can already feel her arousal growing intense again she is enjoying the privilege of temporary relief and for the moment, being somewhat sated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While slave was playing she was online looking at porn. Does A/anyone have any favorite sites to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that life has been work filled still, little time with Master and most of it is when W/we are worn out. Though slave is very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for the moments together, she knows that fairly soon she will be sharing Masters time again and is trying to make the most of it. In all honesty she will probably see Master more when the others are here and she is not working two jobs *laugh*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-2200555532721777076?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2200555532721777076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=2200555532721777076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2200555532721777076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2200555532721777076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/06/permission-to-play.html' title='Permission to play'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-661256538162734994</id><published>2010-06-01T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:24:43.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A quick workday update....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master decided that He was tired of spoon sex to try to keep the bed from making so much noise. He started having sex with slave on T/their sides as He has been and after a few moments He decided that He had had enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master flipped slave over onto her back easily and she suppressed a happy squeal. Master leaned in and with a growl told her that He was going to do what HE wanted to do, slave melted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After some great sex on a loud stupid bed, Master was pounding into slave when without warning (and time to ask permission) slave squirted all over Masters cock and within moments He was splashing away and slave was laying in a puddle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master paused above slave and she anxiously waited to see if she was in trouble. Looking at her Master said " It's been a while since you have squirted slave, I guess you were tired of 'spoon sex' too " and laughing He laid down pulling her with Him and she happily slurped on His cock until Master shot a huge load in her mouth.... *huge happy grin*....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-661256538162734994?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/661256538162734994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=661256538162734994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/661256538162734994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/661256538162734994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/06/splish-splash.html' title='Splish splash'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-5557096419520678517</id><published>2010-05-26T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:28:52.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling into a half empty bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A few days ago Master took slave to the store to buy her some new shoes, and was quite amused. He found out that slave can fit into children's shoes when He was having trouble finding her a pair that He liked in the adult section. Master had slave try on a few different pairs and teased her with the strawberry shortcake sneakers and the Disney princess light up ones. slave almost ended up with black and pink Tinkerbell sneakers, Master knows how slave dislikes pink and He loves to torture her with the threat of hot pink things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Master decided on the shoes (white and blue plain thank goodness) T/they finished shopping and on the way out the door Master paused by the clothespins. slave watched quietly as He considered them but couldn't help the smile that crept across her face as He tossed them in the basket with a grin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only time that Master has ever used them on slave was when the picture on this blog was taken so slave has been hoping to do it again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems that Master has found a way around the roommates for now, last night was wonderful...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later that night Master allowed slave to suck His cock for a little while, *sigh* slave loves Masters cock!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she took her time licking and sucking and savoring the feel of Him in her mouth and just enjoying serving Him. After a few minuets Master told slave to get His underwear that He had worn to work then straddle Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slave did so then eased down onto Masters cock "My, my you are a wet little slave" Master commented, slave blushed and wiggled a little. "Go slowly now slave" Master ordered, so slave started sliding along Him and closed her eyes at the feel of Master inside her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master grabbed her jaw a few heartbeats later and looked at her with a smile "Be quiet now slave" He ordered then stuffed His underwear into her mouth and pulled enough over her head so that she couldn't see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;her skin tingled as her senses became alive. Every nerve ending aware of the slightest touch or movement of air, every noise easily heard, the sharp nip of a clothespin finding a hold on her breast...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was heaven. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riding Master slowly as the sharp bites of pain grew more intense, starting to focus and just &lt;strong&gt;feel &lt;/strong&gt;everything. The layers of the world around slip away as she falls...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;falls into that place where it simply is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is nothing but the burning desire to serve mixed up with the weight on her breasts. Every clothespin beginning to throb as the individual pains start to become one. It is the hardness of Master soaked in slave's gratitude and arousal, the feel of Masters hand brush against that spot on her side. It is the tickle of her hair brushing against her lower back, the faint sheen of sweat that she gets when inflicted on, the scent of Master in the air and everything at once, pain, joy, love, devotion, trust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slave falls into feeling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some time later after all the pins were placed sex had become intense and the rocking had made slaves breasts so sweetly tender. Rough, hot, Master had ordered slave to orgasm then held her against Him, painfully hard and filled her full of hot cum *swoon*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet, sticky messes. slave unthinking starts to lay down on Masters chest and stops quickly with a squeak. So He unpins her, slowly, starting at the farthest ones from slaves nipple. Agonizing how they hurt sitting in one spot for so long but it's such a sharp pain once removed, asking oneself if they are better left alone... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now with heavy, sore breasts free of wood and metal, Master removes the underwear from slaves mouth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Thank You Master" slave says softly with a little smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master laughs "I love your tortured smile" He says "it's like you are in agony and you hate it but you can't help it you just have to smile". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He tells her that He put all 5o on and slave is surprised that Master got so many on her little tits, but pleased of course, she is a little glad that they aren't bigger because they feel quite large at the moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slave gathers the clothespins and places them in a gallon Ziploc until she can find a more permanent home and looks at the bag, considering. "There is that smile again" Chuckling Master pulls her to Him and slave snuggles in. Thinking about everything that just happened and how she will think of this every time she sees the pins. A bag that carries a alternate reality, a half empty bag that she can fall into, fall into that place...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait, a half empty bag?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slave bought more pins today to fill it up. *devious grin*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-5557096419520678517?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5557096419520678517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=5557096419520678517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/5557096419520678517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/5557096419520678517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/05/falling-into-half-empty-bag.html' title='Falling into a half empty bag'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-6022143194335485169</id><published>2010-05-13T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:54:26.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The yucky mole</title><content type='html'>About 3 months ago when there was no computer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave had this kinda mole skin tag thing on her side that she really hated, it was ugly and uncomfortable. Master said it didn't really matter to Him one way or the other so slave asked Him to cut it off, Master replied that He probably would when He wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of about two years slave inquired about it a time or two and Master always replied that He would when He was ready. slave was eager to be rid of it but also nervous and excited thinking about Master doing it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a day off when Master and slave slept in a little bit Master started moving around and slave stretched, waking up together. Master was bright eyed and bushy tailed while slave was a little slower shaking off her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;"Hand Me My knife slave" Master ordered "yes Master" she replied sliding out of bed as her mind fumbled to focus. Handing Master His knife slave crawled back under the covers, hiding from the chill Alaskan morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Face Me and bare your side" He said and slave pushed the covers down to her waist while Master sat up. Flicking the hunting blade open Master leaned in and slave realized what was on His mind.&lt;br /&gt;slave felt a quick jolt of fear through her mind, banishing the last remnants of sleep as Master grabbed the mole and laid the knife against her skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images of Master sharpening the knife for hours yesterday flash through her mind. Last week Master used the same knife to skin a rabbit and slave has mental images of it sliding through the fur easily as she hears the sound of steel on steel ringing in her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave lets out a squeal as Master slides the cold blade through her flesh, just a small cut on one side of the mole. "Hold still slave" Master reminds as she squirms a little so slave holds her breath and quits moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biting pain as Master starts at the cut side and slowly, agonizingly slowly cuts part of a circle along the bottom. "Please may slave have a moment Master?" she asks "waking up this way has made her a little nauseous Sir" slave says as she argues mentally with her tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master has of course planned it this way, slave has a high pain tolerance and is turned on by knives and cold metal so this would usually make her all wet and squishy.&lt;br /&gt;Master grins His devious grin as He starts again, telling slave that 'yes He must go that slow so that He can make sure He doesn't cut off too much skin and make a scar' as she fights squeals and squirms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bleeds a lot for such a little pinhole though it does pull open to about the size of a dime.&lt;br /&gt;Master holds a clean rag to slaves side and holds her against Him lovingly. slave thanks Master as she relaxes into His protective embrace happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master cleans her up thoroughly and T/they start the day as usual, slave making breakfast with a few stops from Master so He can dab the blood off of her side *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only that wasn't so long ago....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-6022143194335485169?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6022143194335485169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=6022143194335485169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/6022143194335485169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/6022143194335485169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/05/yucky-mole.html' title='The yucky mole'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-9106340050317956468</id><published>2010-05-06T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:55:24.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>slave just finished reading the blog "a view from the floor"  the entry called "spirals", wow.&lt;br /&gt;It's so amazing how sometimes you cannot express the emotions within you and then BAM!&lt;br /&gt;Randomly reading a blog in your favorites someone quite eloquently puts down exactly the emotions and feelings raging within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get the wrong impression for this slave is very happy, she just hadn't felt the depth of the need for pain until she stopped ignoring/suppressing it momentarily as she read of another's struggle, same story the lack of opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, slave will start ignoring it as best as she can until the neighbors go out or something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-9106340050317956468?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/9106340050317956468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=9106340050317956468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/9106340050317956468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/9106340050317956468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/05/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-8966083811148056493</id><published>2010-05-06T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:13:47.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer access *happy dance*</title><content type='html'>Master has gotten Himself a laptop! slave loves it when He buys Himself things because slave wants Master to have everything and the allowance she gets for His birthday and Christmas never seems like enough *grin*.&lt;br /&gt;Another benefit though is now slave can write more often, on her days off at least when slave has completed all assigned tasks. It will be nice to share and talk with others regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaska is everything slave remembered. Yesterday she was driving home after taking Master to work and there was a humpback whale swimming right next to the road. slave pulled over and watched him surface a few times before continuing on her way *happy sigh*. Also, she gets to eat everything! Master laughs when T/they go into the woods and slave starts munching on various plants and collecting tidbits to take home. slave cooked Master some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fiddlehead&lt;/span&gt; ferns in garlic butter and He said they had a nice crisp, green flavor. The time not working and getting to enjoy Masters company is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave asked Master if He wished to inflict on her soon and Master grinned and told her that if she hadn't become so loud then He would have done so already *blush*.&lt;br /&gt;T/they talked about going out into the woods and doing it there, plenty of privacy and a turn on as well. Alas! Without the guns (still in Florida) the risk of attracting a bear is too great, cries are a huge no-no because it sounds too much like a hurt animal. So there is a lot of thought going into that scene about how to make it work without attracting hungry animals that will need to be scared off at the very least. Perhaps when hunting season rolls around slave will helpfully volunteer to be bait and an extra pair of hands *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;she just misses having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pokeables&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ouchie&lt;/span&gt; spots when she moves during the day, it seems like it's been forever *frown*. Master did try last week and chewed on her while they were having sex. Damn slaves inability to keep quiet! *fuming at herself a little*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall things are going well though and slave loves it here, it's also perfect for the family because it's far enough south that the weather is a lot milder than where slave is from. Things are falling into place slowly but surely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-8966083811148056493?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8966083811148056493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=8966083811148056493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/8966083811148056493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/8966083811148056493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/05/computer-access-happy-dance.html' title='Computer access *happy dance*'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-2424179212118111588</id><published>2010-03-26T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:40:37.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day off</title><content type='html'>slave had a great day off on Wednesday! Master bought some bourbon and T/they just relaxed and hung out together, He even allowed her a few cigarettes with Him. Master and slave had a interesting talk about some of T/their darker tendencies, it's neat just how closely matched T/they really are.&lt;br /&gt;Master always gets really horny after a few drinks and slave LOVES it. T/they had sex for quite a while, hot, sweaty, amazing sex. slave has no idea how long it was but, it was well into daylight before Master came *huge grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way the working and having roommates has been Master hasn't had time or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to beat slave lately though and that has been a little hard for her, the lack of pain...&lt;br /&gt;Things are calming down now and with a bit more routine becoming &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;established&lt;/span&gt; in the new situation more formality is returning. Not that it ever really left just, became a little more casual with the lack of stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of slave's post just got deleted when the computer froze *&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; grimace* she will write more later if she can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-2424179212118111588?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2424179212118111588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=2424179212118111588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2424179212118111588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2424179212118111588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-day-off.html' title='A good day off'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-8993763030840910453</id><published>2010-03-18T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:50:56.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Master has allowed slave to wear His locking collar again *relieved sigh*. slave has had a few grouchy moments here and there and had to be disciplined. It's been a little hard with the lack of routine and both new jobs and trying to get moved into the temporary place. The summertime will see the hunt for the large house and the family being together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the moment though slave is lucky to have so much time with Master. He says that she is spoiled *smile* Master does take great care of His things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master wishes to watch Dexter now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-8993763030840910453?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8993763030840910453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=8993763030840910453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/8993763030840910453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/8993763030840910453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/03/master-has-allowed-slave-to-wear-his.html' title=''/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-1249169221270009574</id><published>2010-03-03T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:44:53.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working... and working.... :)</title><content type='html'>slave finally has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;access&lt;/span&gt; to a computer again for the moment. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt; this summer when the rest of the household gets here (and all the stuff) it will still be a little sporadic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Master has been here slave has been much happier, and everything just seems to work so much better. slave has greatly enjoyed these past few months with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now slave is working like crazy to get money for the move saved so, all the fun things are squeezed in between eating and sleeping *grin*. Lots of doubles at the jobs but, it's all for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-1249169221270009574?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1249169221270009574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=1249169221270009574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1249169221270009574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1249169221270009574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2010/03/working-and-working.html' title='Working... and working.... :)'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-7222667018014682070</id><published>2009-11-23T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:50:26.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanking those that read...</title><content type='html'>Thank you to those such as Alyssa who comment and let this slave know that she isn't alone. &lt;div&gt;This has been such a difficult time for her and yet she feels like such a wuss and she tries to be strong. The end is drawing closer and though it's torture at the moment, so slow and agonizing. This slave will be sure to update &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; with the fun, steamy and painfully delicious stories when Master arrives! (or a few days after :) ) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she will catch up on all the blogs that she likes and has been neglecting because they were too hard to read in this lonely time *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; smile* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-7222667018014682070?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7222667018014682070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=7222667018014682070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/7222667018014682070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/7222667018014682070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-to-those-such-as-alyssa-who.html' title='Thanking those that read...'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-8723367594659801701</id><published>2009-11-18T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:29:48.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An end in sight</title><content type='html'>slave's weekend job has turned into a full time one. Which is nice, now she doesn't have to worry about finding another.&lt;br /&gt;slave has been learning how to bar tend the past week and is enjoying it. Already she has taken the classes that she needs for bar tending and food service and has the cards that she needs. Once she gets the bar down the bosses are going to train her on the restaurant side so that she knows all the jobs in case she has to cover a shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better news, Master is talking about flying up around the first! *happy dance* oh slave is so excited! He was going to drive but, now you need a passport to go into Canada and He doesn't have one yet. So Master will have to fly back in a few months once W/we have a place and drive His truck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an end in sight and slave cannot wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-8723367594659801701?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8723367594659801701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=8723367594659801701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/8723367594659801701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/8723367594659801701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-in-sight.html' title='An end in sight'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-334986456200168730</id><published>2009-11-10T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:04:57.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragging on</title><content type='html'>slave found a weekend job, now all that she has to do is find another one for the week. This seems to be taking forever trying to get Master up here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days slave has been so off. It must sound silly to all of those who are strong enough to be away from their Masters or slaves for long periods of time but, slave is used to being around Master all the time. slave usually spends all her time with Him, and T/they have even worked together for almost 2 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave feels wrong, part of her is missing and she is but a hollow version of herself with a smile like a mask upon her face. she cant even enjoy the fact that she is finally back in Alaska because the rest of her isn't here. Though the time that slave gets to spend with her family here is nice and they have had some fun, it's just been a quick distraction here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is taking all of slaves discipline to keep a semi hopeful attitude when all that she wants to do is just lay down and cry...&lt;br /&gt;Reminding herself over and over that the better she does the faster this ends, and the few times that she gets to hear Masters voice keep her struggling on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing You Master...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-334986456200168730?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/334986456200168730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=334986456200168730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/334986456200168730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/334986456200168730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/11/dragging-on.html' title='Dragging on'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-2432030556601816993</id><published>2009-11-05T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:55:50.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost on autopilot</title><content type='html'>slave feels so lost. Friday will be a week that she has been away from Master, and she's VERY far away. Alaska couldn’t be much further from Him. Once slave has found a job Master will be up here to get a job as well, but it’s already taking too long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels surreal, like she should have woken up in Masters arms already but the dream keeps dragging on relentlessly. Doing everything that she can and yet she feels like there MUST be something else that slave can be doing better, she is very anxious that she is missing something. Whenever she runs out of papers to fill out or people to call and has a lull in her progress, slave does her everyday tasks on autopilot. Feed Masters property, wash the dirty laundry so she has clothes to wear, tidy up the kitchen to help out, clean up any messes that slave makes as she goes, take out dinner... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then her day brightens when she gets to do the workout that Master had written for her, she is no longer anxious or... kinda lost. Master has given her a task in His absence and she knows where she is supposed to be and what she is to be doing.&lt;br /&gt; Then, feeling a bit less strained, slave returns to searching for a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After five the family arrives home to a warm dinner and slave enjoys finally getting to spend some time with them. Talking and staying occupied also helps her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Master calls and it is the highlight of her day. slave gets to hear His voice as He talks about His day and how He had to search for this or that. *Awwww Master misses her*&lt;br /&gt;Then slave tells Him what she did for the day and, when T/they are finished and listening to each other breath Master softly tells slave that He misses her. slaves heart overflows all bittersweet and she replies that she misses Him too, though her throat is so tight she can barely speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, This sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave is very greatful to have this oppertunity to serve Master it's just the being away from Him part thats so awful. Hopefully that will end for good soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day draws to an end, slave tries not to think about being here alone. Then she takes out the piece of paper with Masters handwritten notes for her nighttime ritual. Then things don't seem quite so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-2432030556601816993?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2432030556601816993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=2432030556601816993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2432030556601816993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2432030556601816993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost-on-autopilot.html' title='Lost on autopilot'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-3497111145566559270</id><published>2009-10-20T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:05:34.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night...</title><content type='html'>This is the last night slave will sleep in Masters cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W/we will be moving in the next couple of months and the cage is not making the trip *sad slave*. Master is sending slave on ahead to get a job while He works down here until He can join her, then bring the whole crew once Master has found a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave still has a few days to go yet before she has to leave Masters side (thankfully) but she has to take apart the cage in the morning and she's really going to miss it. Master says that once everything is settled T/they will build Him another so slave is thankful for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniffle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-3497111145566559270?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3497111145566559270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=3497111145566559270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/3497111145566559270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/3497111145566559270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-night.html' title='Last night...'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-4082623570842898154</id><published>2009-09-04T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:28:28.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fluffy"</title><content type='html'>Master inflicted on slave with a new toy the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master told slave to gather three &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;implements&lt;/span&gt;, so she brought the tangerine root 'cane' that she carved, a black metal holey garage door piece and... slave brought some thick fuzzy rope that she had been dragging around as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;implement&lt;/span&gt; number three. When slave presented them she asked if it counted and waited for Masters decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she had hoped, after a few moments of consideration Master went to work and quickly created what He named, Fluffy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Fluffy was fun. Master inflicted on slave with the knotted rope that fell such a delightful way and had slave yelp in pain pretty quickly, until....&lt;br /&gt;Master decided to imitate Stitch (the blue &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; alien) and go on about how He "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Likes&lt;/span&gt; Fluffy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave was giggling and yelping and soon had tears streaming down her face. All the while where Master had cut the rope Fluffy '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shedded&lt;/span&gt;' little bits of... fluff all over T/them and the floor. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? slave likes fluffy too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-4082623570842898154?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4082623570842898154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=4082623570842898154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4082623570842898154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4082623570842898154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/09/fluffy.html' title='&quot;Fluffy&quot;'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-7587761002913014078</id><published>2009-07-24T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:12:21.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A household shift</title><content type='html'>Last night Master announced that He had decided to 're-consider' n. He told w and slave that He was leaving it up to them to handle as they wished but, He would prefer that they give her a bit of a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master knew that slave would naturally lean towards being helpful and sweet, controlling the other side of herself. Well, of course now that Master &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wishes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; slave to be hard on n slave almost &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;has&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to be *devious grin*. slaves little sadistic side is laughing and dancing a jig awaiting an opportune moment to be free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously slave wants n to do well because Master has decided to give her another chance. Though He has made it clear that He wants no sign of her old 'sammy' tricks - lying, manipulating, having a nasty attitude etc. Hopefully the girls making it hard on her will bring those things to light if she hasn't changed, though shes been here a little while as a roommate and she hasn't done too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, slave has some ideas of her own but would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; input from anyone that wants to give it. What do you think slave should do to help Master make sure that n will behave this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall this is going to be interesting. slave of course has a few little things that bother her a touch, like the fact that she isn't the only one that Master snaps for now. Jumping to attention, ready to serve is a little disappointing when Master is looking the other way but, slave will get used to it. she just hopes that Master is as happy as He can be and she is eager to do anything she can to make sure that that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-7587761002913014078?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7587761002913014078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=7587761002913014078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/7587761002913014078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/7587761002913014078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/07/household-shift.html' title='A household shift'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-4838921313645921403</id><published>2009-06-03T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:03:14.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The great outdoors</title><content type='html'>Master has decided to go camping this summer while T/they have the time. slave is so very excited because she loves those types of things. He plans to camp in a fairly remote 'primitive camping' area and bring the kayaks since its beside a small waterway/river. slave is bringing all the poles and tackle and Master is going to show her how to make a trout line and frog gig. slave has also drug out the Army survival manual and has been thinking about making a net that she saw instructions for while studying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There shouldn't be any people around since it's so secluded... Oh the ideas swimming in slaves mind for all sorts of rough, dirty fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from slaves constant focus on sex *emberassed smile* it will be nice to fish, hike and hang out outside of the house for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-4838921313645921403?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4838921313645921403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=4838921313645921403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4838921313645921403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4838921313645921403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-outdoors.html' title='The great outdoors'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-7574986674321960310</id><published>2009-06-03T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:13:55.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The economy, jobs, and other parts of life...</title><content type='html'>slave is wondering what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;The last job that was so great was nice enough to lay Master and slave off just two days before the contract became binding for a year. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be fair Master and slave did complete all the projects they wanted done, Master is just such a hard worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the economy the way it is it's been hard to find a new job, even at a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Master and slave have a wide range of skills between T/them so the lack of ANY jobs down here is a little unnerving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master is trying to avoid having to go on the truck again because He's tired of not being home.&lt;br /&gt;slave is worried that the only other option will be her going to Alaska to work there. Not that she doesn't love it there but she hates being away from Master, though she would happily go if He wished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave has really been enjoying all the relaxing time with Master though and loves being at His foot all the time. It has been a lovely break with Him and slave will miss it when T/they do find something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-7574986674321960310?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7574986674321960310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=7574986674321960310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/7574986674321960310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/7574986674321960310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/economy-jobs-and-other-parts-of-life.html' title='The economy, jobs, and other parts of life...'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-3422934868660329160</id><published>2009-05-22T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:48:03.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The night W/we met...</title><content type='html'>*Giggle* For some reason as slave was kneeling here trying to decide what to write she started thinking about the night that she met Master. It was the typical mutual-friend-birthday-party thing where everyone was just drinking and having a good time. Master and w were the only ones in the lifestyle but everyone else was either swingers or wanting to be so it was pretty 'anti vanilla'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime during the night, Master had slave spin around for Him as He looked her up and down. He thought for a moment, considering then looked her dead in the eye and said "I normally like big girls but, you'll do".&lt;br /&gt;slave had no idea that He was the friend that she had been told was a Master. slave also said nothing to Him about always wanting to be a slave. slave is very friendly but it probably would have offended her usually, so why did it make her so happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mind boggling how much that night changed her life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite the story and often joked about how some sexy guy at a party told her that "she would do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, You'll do perfect Master *playful smile*&lt;br /&gt;slave will serve You forever if You let her, she loves You so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way slave also has a little more meat on her bones now, she actually has an ass thanks to Masters workouts *happy dance*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-3422934868660329160?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3422934868660329160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=3422934868660329160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/3422934868660329160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/3422934868660329160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-wwe-met.html' title='The night W/we met...'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-1307259652152110218</id><published>2009-05-17T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:03:13.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books and reading</title><content type='html'>slave was wondering if A/anyone can recommend books that T/they find helpful in the lifestyle? Serving, manners, stretching, positions, posture, grace, sex.... slave is looking for information to better herself and would love to have some favorites to pick up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-1307259652152110218?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1307259652152110218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=1307259652152110218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1307259652152110218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1307259652152110218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/05/books-and-reading.html' title='Books and reading'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-3896925783789061047</id><published>2009-05-16T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T03:24:32.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of thought</title><content type='html'>Kneeling here in front of the computer in the early morning hours. Master watches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; on the bed behind slave and she thinks of how lucky she is. This life is... amazing and Master is just too good for words. It's nice how so many things are just, natural now. How much slave has changed these past few years. slave doesn't have to think to ask before she uses the bathroom anymore, she just does. slave waits to eat until Master has taken a bite because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just how it should be. slave grabs the thinnest blanket for the bottom of Masters cage because it should be hard. Masters drink is always full and fresh, sitting on a pad so it doesn't drip on Him when He gets a drink.&lt;br /&gt;Master allows slave to serve Him and she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; and happy, very happy.&lt;br /&gt;slave still has things to work on though, many, many things that need improving. she looks forward to such things and hopes to please Master with all that she does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-3896925783789061047?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3896925783789061047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=3896925783789061047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/3896925783789061047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/3896925783789061047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/05/moment-of-thought.html' title='A moment of thought'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-572496169320781810</id><published>2009-05-05T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T02:05:30.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing sweet release...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Then Master softly brushed His fingertips against slaves throbbing nipple, delicately caressed her welted ass and laid a light hand on her tender side.&lt;/div&gt;Gently touching her as slave leaned into Masters warm, naked body with hurt, happy noises.&lt;br /&gt;Moments later Master pulls away with a growl and brings the thick glass rod down to thud against slaves body. Over and over and over ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave gives a little squeal as she feels the cold, smooth glass rubbing against her wet pussy.  Master barely slides it inside her for just a second, then takes it away. Bringing Winston down to crack against slaves ass a few times causing slave to put most of her weight against Masters cuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Then slave feels the light, feathery touch of Masters lips on hers before He kisses her deeply *heaven*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave can feel Master moving before her and follows Master by sound and scent, oh Master smells so good!&lt;br /&gt;The hairs on her body stand up and she shudders at the sound of Master swinging an implement behind her, this way and that, and slave waits.....&lt;br /&gt;Taken completely by surprise when it slaps against her flesh repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave starts to wonder if her feet are supporting her weight at all any more as she quivers and pants. Hanging there slave has no concept of time, though it was probably 30 seconds or so it seemed like it was a moment that just hung in the air....&lt;br /&gt;Master suddenly wraps slave up  in something incredibly soft, holding her in His strong embrace.  Lifting her with one arm Master unhooks the cuffs and she leans back into Him, so warm, so safe.&lt;br /&gt;Master effortlessly lays slave on the bed and wraps Himself around her so protecting and loving, slowly slipping off the blindfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave makes happy noises and Master answers with a deep growl in her ear that rumbles out of His chest. Lightly kissing her face slave thanks Master happily and T/they lay together, so perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-572496169320781810?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/572496169320781810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=572496169320781810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/572496169320781810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/572496169320781810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/05/continuing-sweet-release.html' title='Continuing sweet release...'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-5097785008097789535</id><published>2009-04-23T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:57:12.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet release</title><content type='html'>slave was laying in the cage beside Masters bed as He watched TV yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Completely miserable, she tried to fight all of the thoughts that were making her squirm in an effort not to touch herself. So excited, so pent up she wasn't sure what to do with herself, tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master looks down at her "slave" He says, "go pick out ten implements, some sandpaper and the wartenburg wheel". "Yes Master" slave replies with the hopeful thought that perhaps her torture was ending.&lt;br /&gt;After gathering Masters toys (Winston included of course) slave kneels beside Him quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments Master turns His attention to slave "what is going through your mind?" He asks. "Nothing Master" slave replies, "Nothing?" He questions. "i am trying not to get too excited Master, You have been enjoying torture lately Sir" she replies trying to fight the tremor in her voice. she startles at Masters devious laugh "How do you torture a pain slut?" He asks with a chuckle "you deny them pain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master calls her over to the chain dangling from the roof and fastens the black and blue cuffs around her wrists and hooks them to the chain. slave starts trembling as she stands on tiptoe almost hanging from her wrists, trembling with excitement, eagerness and fear.&lt;br /&gt;Master stepped away for a moment, then was suddenly behind slave slipping a blindfold over her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;slave starts to slip down into that place ....&lt;br /&gt;Master drags the sandpaper softly down slaves sides and she moans in pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments He starts pressing harder and harder as He rubs slave whimpers, gasping and fighting not to squirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When slave felt like all the skin had been rubbed off of her sides Master brushed the sandpaper against her sensitive nipples. Within seconds slave was sniffling and trying not to cry, and breathed a sigh of relief when Master pulled away.&lt;br /&gt;Crying out when Master cracked the zebra cane against them and choking back a sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching to slaves ass, back and thighs Master used the 'zebra' cane that leaves twin stripes with each stroke. Winston the awful/lovely construction garbage. The flogger, crop, and various other toys found or created. Beating slave with His great skill Master had her fighting not to move and wondering how much more she could take, sobbing and sagging in the cuffs.&lt;br /&gt;... to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-5097785008097789535?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5097785008097789535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=5097785008097789535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/5097785008097789535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/5097785008097789535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-release.html' title='Sweet release'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-1946185413717391033</id><published>2009-04-20T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:18:11.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Torture...</title><content type='html'>Kneeling at Masters foot slave tries to think of something boring... like baseball... or... um... nuns, yeah nuns will work! .....nope... not nuns either... *frustrated sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master is torturing slave again, oh the agony! Master sits in His chair all sexy and naked, every so often casually brushing His hand against His perfect cock. slave thinks about how that large hand can just about wrap all the way around her little throat and she starts getting wet again before she remembers the nuns... playing baseball.... good old boring baseball... at a ballpark... boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whimper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master has been teasing and torturing slave for about two weeks or so (slave has very carefully not been keeping track because that only makes it worse). When slave doesn't have sex she starts getting all riled up, three days usually has her at the bitch in heat stage. Well, the last couple of times that Master has had 'sex' with slave He has fucked one of His other girls first, with slave in the room all horny, trying not to get the carpet all wet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Master has slave get on top of Him and barely, just barely puts the tip of Him inside her while 'w' or 'n' gives Master a hand job until He shoots His load in slave's pussy. Thanking Master for the hot load making her a 'cream filled slave' slave is in agony (though grateful and privileged). T/they both know that Masters cum dripping out of slave will keep her extremely fired up for hours, slave hopes that Master is enjoying her torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slave kneels, at perfect cock level, and works up the nerve to stroke it while being alert for a 'look' from Master. Master gives her a few seconds to let her guard down before thwacking her on the forehead, firm but not punishing. slave miserably rocks back into position and Master smiles down at her, slave tries not to pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens repeatedly for days though with slight variations each time. Master actually allows slave to play with it for a few moments once or twice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball..... gardening... so wet... slave starts picturing her lips sliding down Masters shaft... the feel of His head as slave flicks her tongue... oh yeah, boring, not baseball that doesn't work... boats, yeah slave likes boats! they are fun. she loves being in the water, and the storms are nice, the rough seas... rough... what a great word.... slave loves it when Master is rough... when He pins her down and pounds into her... choking slave while Master growls at her... *squish* slave realizes that she is soaked... Agh! Freaking nuns! *misery, horrible misery*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After slave tells Master that she feels like she is going to explode and pleads for help. Master tells her that it should be easy for her to cum when He tells her to, whenever He decides to make use of her. slave remembers the last time (seems so long ago...) when she had trouble having an orgasm when commanded to... slave could just strangle herself! *beating her head on the floor*&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if she is lucky Master will have mercy on her soon, and slave will be sure to stay out of her way this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-1946185413717391033?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1946185413717391033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=1946185413717391033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1946185413717391033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1946185413717391033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/04/torture.html' title='Torture...'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-1912927094116579510</id><published>2009-02-27T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:43:32.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long showers and nakedness</title><content type='html'>Stepping out of the shower slave quickly dries off and pokes her head out of the open bathroom door, Master is stretched out on the bed relaxing. "What would You like me to smell like Sir?" slave asks then quietly waits for His reply. After a few moments Master answers, with a soft "thank You Master" slave lotions thoroughly though she has to concentrate so she doesn't rush, then she sprays the matching scent.&lt;br /&gt;Master kindly allows slave to take showers that are a little longer than she needs most of the time so once she is finished slave has been out of His collar for way too long.&lt;br /&gt;her neck prickles uncomfortably and she feels frighteningly naked, checking Masters collar to be sure its cleaned properly slave places it in her mouth and crawls to Masters bedside.&lt;br /&gt;slave kneels, collar in her hands as they rest upturned on her knees and she listens for a movement from Him as she tries to be still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waiting stretches into eternity as slave  grown increasingly uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After what was probably a short time Master looks down at her and asks "are you ok slave, you look a little pale?"slave gives Him a pleading look and holds up His collar because she cannot speak past the lump in her throat. Masters expression becomes one of boyish innocence "oh you are still naked aren't you?" He exclaims looking terribly shocked. slave doesn't miss the devious twinkle in His eyes though or the hint of a smile at the corners of His mouth as Master enjoys her torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding out His hand Master takes His collar and relief floods through slave as she bows her head over His knee, pulling her hair to the side. Masters fingers brush her neck as He slides the cool leather around her neck. slave closes her eyes happily as the click of the lock sounds close to her ear and Master rests His hand on her head and pets her. Comforted slave whispers a wholehearted thank You and sinks to her knees, thinking about how privileged she is to serve such a wonderful Master. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-1912927094116579510?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1912927094116579510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=1912927094116579510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1912927094116579510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1912927094116579510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-showers-and-nakedness.html' title='Long showers and nakedness'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-1233687271719670234</id><published>2009-02-06T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:38:14.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Collar</title><content type='html'>Master recently ordered new collars and cuffs for His girls to wear, thank You Master!&lt;br /&gt;slave has never had a set of cuffs to wear before and she really enjoys them. They are royal blue against a black base because Master likes slave in that color. The best part is that Masters collar locks! slave is tickled that she gets to wear His symbol of ownership locked around her neck and wrists *happy sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;been working&lt;/span&gt; on her 'graceful' movements, still. she has such difficulty remembering to be aware of her moments at all times, she will move nicely for a while but slave can never seem to quite make it habit. Speaking appropriately has also been a struggle lately, asking too many questions or phrasing things wrong. slave keeps working to better herself though she just wishes it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;felt like&lt;/span&gt; she was getting somewhere faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been busy. Not chaos stressful busy but, busy enough that there is always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; going on. So recently playtime has been limited and slave is itching for a good beating. That feeling where your skin gets extremely sensitive and any teasing nip or clawed squeeze causes breath to catch... where the switch in your head flips with a whispered command, from daily slave to formal mode. Dropping into a kneel with lowered eyes as the mind and body become alert and ready for the most subtle of commands...  *anticipating*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave recently had to stop talking to her last friend that said she accepted slave for who she was, it's sad really.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that slave isn't allowed to talk to her, it's just that she doesn't understand slave anymore. You cannot be friends with someone who thinks you are nothing more than a freak, or some misled person in need of saving.... slave wishes she could find a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;subbie&lt;/span&gt;/slave/pet friend to come over and visit. Someone to share stories and struggles with as they chatted on the floor at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; Master's feet. Someone who would understand a hurried goodbye when Master snaps for slave and not get upset. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; whats the saying? "If wishes were horses?" something like that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-1233687271719670234?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1233687271719670234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=1233687271719670234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1233687271719670234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/1233687271719670234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-collar.html' title='New Collar'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-5842785429899702312</id><published>2008-11-22T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:57:16.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here and still busy!</title><content type='html'>The past few times on the computer have been spent searching for information on becoming a better slave. she is working hard on self improvement, grace, discipline, attention to detail ... etc.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has a favorite website she would love to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick update:&lt;br /&gt;Master and slave recently got a new job, slave loves it. she is Masters assistant and the boss doesn't mind that slave always has on Masters collar.&lt;br /&gt;T/they are very busy though but, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave has a lovely dark purple bruise on her bottom from nine days ago! Since things have been so busy there has been little time for play... Master made a quick moment the other day.&lt;br /&gt;He took slave out back in the dark and ordered her to present then beat her with a big stick.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Master!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was so intense that slave had difficulty standing so Master allowed her to get down on all fours. Unfortunately slave knelt right in an ant pile because she moved forward of the place Master pointed at. she didn't even notice until after but, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; very worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; news and slave will try to be on more *sheepish grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-5842785429899702312?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5842785429899702312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=5842785429899702312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/5842785429899702312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/5842785429899702312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-here-and-still-busy.html' title='Still here and still busy!'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-3935607873099976826</id><published>2008-10-01T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:26:56.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at home</title><content type='html'>Master and slave recently returned from a trip. Actually a drive all the way from central Florida to southeast Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;slave was very privileged to get to spend so much time with Him as T/they drove 4,000 miles. T/they did so many fun things like kayaking and hiking. Master even took topless pictures of slave in Canada when He pulled over to let slave play in the woods. T/their two year anniversary was spent in a little inn on the side of 16 in Canada and it couldn't have been better.&lt;br /&gt;slave showed Master as much as she could about the world that she loves so much though she seemed to amuse Him more than anything else with her bouncing joy. The best part of everything though was not the fresh, crisp air nor the whales and seals T/they watched feed, it wasn't even the perfect waterfall at the end of a hard, muddy hike. It was Master as He relaxed. Peaceful it seemed, even as He shook His head at an excited slave petting critter skins and collecting rocks*shy shrug*. Few worries are strong enough to hang on when the night in a city is quiet and you can see all the stars for miles, it was perfect. slave will cherish those memories forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now home again more adjustments are being made, Master and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;w's&lt;/span&gt; last slave 'slave n' has moved back in to help w around the house. Which isn't terribly different because she was around for a while after this slave moved in though she left shortly after, they got along fine and worked well together. slave has no worries because her tasks are still her own, which is what matters to her aside from Masters happiness. The biggest change is that Master will be going back on the road next week.&lt;br /&gt;Master hasn't yet decided if slave will join Him on the truck again or work here. slave is very anxious to know what will happen, she gets very distressed when away from Master and  she is unable to serve Him but, she wants to help provide income as well. Of course Master knows best and will let slave know her job when He is ready though in the meantime slave is squirmy and uncertain inside. Trying so very hard to work on what she can as she waits, anticipating and dreading. Will Master be away with no one to see to His every need? Master does so much for so many He shouldn't have to make any sacrifices, it's just wrong....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-3935607873099976826?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3935607873099976826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=3935607873099976826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/3935607873099976826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/3935607873099976826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-at-home.html' title='Back at home'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-6556819710606583958</id><published>2008-08-20T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:21:03.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to understand...</title><content type='html'>Reading the blogs of other slave/pet/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;subbie's&lt;/span&gt; in her infrequent time on the computer slave is very surprised. It's hard for her to understand sometimes the way so many fight against themselves and their training. This slave makes many mistakes and has learned about some unwanted traits she has been changing within herself but, she is always eager to please Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave hates it when she has an inappropriate thought of annoyance at a restriction or punishment and is always quick to banish it. slave is devastated to disappoint Master in any way and is always working on something, speech, posture, her walk, anything requiring discipline that Master has instructed her on. she does her best to always behave, learn and be the best slave that she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that she is weak in any way or that she can't make decisions, because she can. This slave is a very strong and resourceful woman who is also a good shot, loves to be outdoors, enjoys some lovely corny music and is a very determined little thing when somethings important to her. she gives Master her all and feels special when Master doe's things like take her out to eat, at any type of place and orders her food. He knows exactly what she likes and will usually allow her that. When slave gets peas or something a little against her taste, she knows that Master did it for some pleasure of His and that makes the torture worthwhile and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she started feeling 'fluffy' (like a pet) here and there it took some sorting out. First she had to realize that Master was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with and amused by it, and that it made her happy. Who cares about society's restrictions or being normal! If being a freak or weirdo means that this slave gets to be so perfectly happy, gets to feel more joy and love than she had even thought existed, well then what else can she say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the things that make this slave her are weird, freakish or offensive to you than go right ahead and call her your names. she'll just smile and think of being beaten to tears, choked on Masters cock, petted while told what a good slave she is and then curling up to sleep in the cage and chained at Masters side the night before, and giggle. her face will turn red, her pussy will squish and her heart will overflow with such love for her amazing Master. she'll look you dead in the eye and with pride and happiness say "why yes, i am a freak".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let anyone make you feel ashamed of who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-6556819710606583958?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6556819710606583958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=6556819710606583958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/6556819710606583958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/6556819710606583958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2008/08/hard-to-understand.html' title='Hard to understand...'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-2051871526345674361</id><published>2008-07-23T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:33:43.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New toys..</title><content type='html'>Master allowed slave to help Him build a cage the other day, pipe, wood and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reinforced&lt;/span&gt; with re bar-it's VERY strong. He also built a dark box for w that is designed beautifully to allow air flow without any light, then made a handle for what He named Winston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave brought home this rubber strap piece from work that looked delightfully evil and presented it to Master while He was building things and asked for help making a handle that pleased Him. Master made a wooden handle then tested it's feel by striping slave's ass with a few strokes. He stopped quickly and eyed Winston, then slave, considering... and with a devious smile cut twin slits starting and ending an inch from each end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave cocked her head and gave Him a questioning look, slightly nervous since Winston had been evil the first time and wondered if she had been foolish to bring it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master ordered slave into position and she quickly obeyed, growing a little scared. Master sensed that of course and paused just long enough for slave to start trembling fearfully then, brought the strap across her ass. slave barely had time to yelp before Master was steadily striping slave from knee's to shoulder's and she was quickly in tears, moaning and whimpering as her pussy dripped down her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the first five strokes those slits allowed the strap to twist so that it was nothing but edges all twisted and harsh for every fall after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave loved it! and hated it! It hurt! Painful, welting, cutting, vile, savage piece of construction junk! It's EVIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave has a new favorite toy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she happily sanded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Winston's&lt;/span&gt; handle until it was fit for Masters hand, feeling her flaming flesh as she sat on the rough carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master has also changed slaves sleeping arrangement as well. No longer does she sleep beside His bed on a pallet, now she sleeps chained and caged.&lt;br /&gt;Master leaves a bar out so that slave can crawl in and out as it pleases Him and when she is sent to bed, Master chains her to His bed through the bars.&lt;br /&gt;slave can lay and sit when chained for bed, it's very restrictive, slave loves the new arrangement that Master has decided on.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late so slave will write more when she is allowed computer time again.&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone still reading this? she doesn't post often...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-2051871526345674361?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2051871526345674361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=2051871526345674361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2051871526345674361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2051871526345674361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-toys.html' title='New toys..'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-3484708154949149427</id><published>2008-06-28T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:22:29.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chandeliers and pincushions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Training, such a delightful thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Even more so when there is play involved *giggle*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Master hung the swing beside His bed, almost above where slave sleeps on the pallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The other night He had slave fetch the clothespins then told her to climb up into the swing. Master adjusted her to His liking as slave spun just slightly, thinking of the last time she had been in the swing and enjoying Masters attentions, then she started falling. slave fell into &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; place, the one where the skin becomes so sensitive-touch, textures, heat, cold... The one where the mind slips downward into the super submissive place where there is nothing else but waiting to be of service. With nothing invading or disturbing the mind from her task, alert, anticipating, focused and ready, how lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;slave felt, really felt the rough fabric of the swing, she trembled when Masters fingers brushed against her skin. slave felt the hint of the chill breeze tickle across her body when the a/c kicked on and the heat of Master's breath as He leaned close. slave watched Him adoringly, focused so completely on what He was doing, His discipline amazing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;With her height to His liking Master sat on the edge of the bed picking up the clothespins as He did, slave eyed them warily and Master flashed her a sadistic grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Master put them everywhere and handed some to w to place as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;He was taking just long enough in between each, giving such pleased consideration to every one that slave would get nervous as He leaned forward to place them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;she enjoyed the little pains, knowing that they would only grow with time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;When He finished Master gave slave her drink so she could wet her mouth, then told slave not to spill it and to keep her legs apart as He removed them, then flicked one off. slave gave a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; squeal and sloshed the drink, she had been expecting opening the clothespins to take them off, boy was she wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;After swatting a couple off of slave's body Master told her to pick each one she wanted off, one at a time. What torture! very bittersweet, slave alternated between the very painful and the not so much so she had time to regain some control of herself. slave strained to keep her legs open as tears streamed down her face, shaking with the effort of disciplining herself through the pain. she failed a few times and spilled some of the drink once, and each time Master would replace the most painful clothespin that had been removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;By the time Master had finished slave was crying and quite relaxed, though He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; slave again with His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; against her tender pussy and she whimpered while arching closer. Enjoying the rare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; that was both pleasure and pain *smile*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-3484708154949149427?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3484708154949149427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=3484708154949149427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/3484708154949149427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/3484708154949149427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2008/06/chandeliers-and-pincushions.html' title='Chandeliers and pincushions'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-192829446483188027</id><published>2008-05-26T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:17:04.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluffy moments</title><content type='html'>Last week Master was talking to slave and He ran His hand down her side absently. He gave slave an amused grin and she tilted her head with a questioning look. Master told slave that He liked the way that she responds to Him then pointed out what she had done that amused Him so. slave had arched her back and scratched her fingertips against His leg almost as if she was kneading Masters jeans like a cat.&lt;br /&gt;Lately slave has had little 'pet personalities' showing more and more. slave has always had quite a few puppy tendencies *giggle* and has a nickname from Master to go with it but, the other traits are fairly recent. Master wrapped slave's hair like a little dressage pony and she had to suppress some matching moments throughout the workday. slave curled up between Masters feet and fell asleep while He was on the computer a few different times and even had a day when Master told her that she was curious george.  slave was worried that she might bother Master somehow with those behaviors and approached Him about it but, Master calmed such fears. He told slave that He couldn't think of anything more relaxed or natural then her behaving in such a manner. slave is so lucky to be owned by one so wise and understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-192829446483188027?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/192829446483188027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=192829446483188027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/192829446483188027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/192829446483188027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2008/05/fluffy-moments.html' title='Fluffy moments'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-8830448300725309628</id><published>2008-05-26T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:39:13.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Away from home</title><content type='html'>slave is away from home, she hasn't seen Master since yesterday morning and she already misses Him terribly. He has allowed slave to visit Alaska with her family, the place where she grew up and loves. slave is very thankful that Master has allowed her such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; and she will enjoy being there as much as she can without having Master there to share it with...&lt;br /&gt;Being away from Masters side is a terrible thing for slave but, He will be taken care of in her absence so that is quite a comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slave hasn't had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; lately to be on the computer much so it's been quite a while since she has written. Master registered slave on the 25t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; of April! slave is so happy to have papers and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bar code&lt;/span&gt; and has been trying to figure out how to post the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bar code&lt;/span&gt; on Masters blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-8830448300725309628?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8830448300725309628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=8830448300725309628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/8830448300725309628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/8830448300725309628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2008/05/away-from-home.html' title='Away from home'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-6557670125190898654</id><published>2008-04-19T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T13:19:05.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower fun</title><content type='html'>Bathing Master. Soapy water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;glistening&lt;/span&gt; off of Masters skin as slave washes the days dirt from His body. Admiring, slave is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; as His hand connects with cheek and slaves eyes fill with tears and she moans...&lt;br /&gt;Like a bitch in heat she presses against Him and reaches for His cock eagerly, hoping He will allow it. "Did I tell you to stop washing Me slave?!" Master says, then emphasizes with another slap "Am I clean slave?" He demands more then asks. "No Master" slave replies as she resumes washing His body...&lt;br /&gt;Master pushes slave to slave's knees and shoves His cock into slave's throat until she chokes. Gagging on His hard flesh cutting off the air she fights not to struggle, then loses to instinct and tries to get just a little breath but His handful of hair makes it impossible. Master pulls back slightly with a chuckle, allowing slave a few gasps before thrusting back in. The look on Masters face is savage and He growls when slave fights Him and looses as He uses His strength to help slave obey.she has tears running down makeup streaked cheeks and blood in a tender mouth. she is trembling as Master &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pulls&lt;/span&gt; slave off of His cock by the hair and looks at His drenched little slave and grins deviously. Knowing that slave is trembling out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eagerness&lt;/span&gt; and that His filthy little pain slut is aching for Him to slide Himself in slaves soaking pussy. Master releases His handful of hair, steps out of the shower and says "Don't keep Me waiting slave, I have use of you".&lt;br /&gt;*happy sigh*... What more could a slave ask for after a long day at work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-6557670125190898654?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6557670125190898654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=6557670125190898654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/6557670125190898654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/6557670125190898654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/shower-fun.html' title='Shower fun'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-2259975682130817069</id><published>2008-03-08T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T12:44:55.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little catch up...</title><content type='html'>Master wore a wifebeater under His shirt on friday, slave loves sleeping with somthing that smells like Him. After work Master undressed to shower and tossed the shirt on the blanket that slave sleeps on. slave happily thanked Him, she really loves that privledge. It started back when He was away on the road all the time and slave curled up with His shirt when she missed Him. Master seems amused that His dirty shirts please slave so and very kindly continues to allow slave that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days have been filled with lots of ten hour workdays lately, nice but extremely tiring since most of it involves a shovel. Monday night was quite interesting though... *evil grin*. slave was polishing Masters boots in the bedroom and once she finished slave joined Master and w at the computer. w was stroking Masters cock (not uncommon) but, slave quickly realized that the webcam was brodcasting. After a few comments from the people watching, Master had His girls flash various body parts to the camera then had w suck His cock. Watching her do so slave was afraid that Master would have slave do the same and yet hoping that He would.&lt;br /&gt;After a little bit Master told the girls to switch and slave wrapped her lips around Masters hard, thick cock eagerly. she loves the feel and taste of Him and she was quite excited by the fact that there were about 400 people watching-not that slave needs an excuse to get any wetter than she does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Master had the girls trade off a few time then shot His load on w's face. It was really hot and lots of fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-2259975682130817069?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2259975682130817069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=2259975682130817069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2259975682130817069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2259975682130817069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-catch-up.html' title='A little catch up...'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-2745656571633603584</id><published>2008-03-01T17:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:02:53.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of a tired slave...</title><content type='html'>Worked overtime today, slave has become very well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acquainted&lt;/span&gt; with the shovel the past three days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; whats nice about work though, it's always different and she doesn't need to pay a gym...&lt;br /&gt;Master has been torturing slave with once a week sex for a while now *whimper*.&lt;br /&gt;she walks around soaking wet all day, every movement and slave remembers the seams...&lt;br /&gt;As dirty minded as she is, everything reminds slave about sucking cock or fucking. Then she starts thinking, and she is very imaginative so she gets even wetter...&lt;br /&gt;Any time slave manages to direct attention to other things Master is right there to brush against slave's skin, breath across the back of slave's neck or look at slave like He wants to tear off the clothes that agonize all those sensitive spots...&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while when slave has calmed down, Master gives slave a look. A direct stare that she quickly looks away from but, she almost has to watch Him. Masters posture shifts almost imperceptibly, though it's more than enough. slave's heart speeds up and the skin on slave's body tingles, a anticipatory kind of thrill as the lowly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;predator&lt;/span&gt; becomes the hunted one. Master walks towards slave like He is stalking His prey, slow and deliberate with a hunger in His eyes *moan*. she feels ever nerve come alive, waiting, watching, and slave just wants to fuck Him right there. Well, not that that is unusual, she always wants Him but that fires slave all up. she likes a little bit of fear, pain and blood with sex *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;slave is happily worn out today, and looks forward to a restful night. After begging Master to let slave suck His cock of course, she has been thinking of it all day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-2745656571633603584?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2745656571633603584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=2745656571633603584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2745656571633603584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/2745656571633603584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2008/03/thoughts-of-tired-slave.html' title='Thoughts of a tired slave...'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-4577541317335042813</id><published>2008-02-23T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T06:50:01.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment to write...</title><content type='html'>slave has been working construction with Master, so she has been bringing home all sorts of interesting things *devious grin*.&lt;br /&gt;she was cleaning up a site the other day and found a small strip of vinyl baseboard (sounds odd), and it caught slave's attention. Master says that before He uses anything He always tests it on His wrist first so He knows how it feels. So slave did so, and quickly asked the supervisor if she could have some scraps to bring home. she has started attempting to make a flogger *uncertain shrug* but it's going slow because she wants it perfect. Master saw the stash she had cut today and used one of the lashes for His flogger on slave. *moan* Vicious! it will be nice if she can put it together right, heavy like Master prefers, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thuddy&lt;/span&gt; with a hint of sting.... not for the faint of heart to be sure. slave also wants to cut one into thin strips for a lighter scene, hopefully it works.&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update in a slow moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-4577541317335042813?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4577541317335042813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=4577541317335042813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4577541317335042813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/4577541317335042813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2008/02/slave-has-been-working-construction.html' title='A moment to write...'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-3660576149612734219</id><published>2008-02-18T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T06:29:19.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really unrated?</title><content type='html'>Trying to get this thing started, it's a little difficult.&lt;br /&gt;slave has been allowed a myspace until now and everything has had to be so very vanilla... Every writing pg-13 so that no one is 'offended' by the content of slave's life. Now that she can write openly, it's a little scary *smile*.&lt;br /&gt;There is somthing perfect about life now, as Masters slave. she is where she belongs, where she was always meant to be, life is beautiful. The new eyes that came with setting foot into this world are still wide open with awe... The desire to be the best possible slave for Master burns inside slave with an ever growing flame... Nothing in this world will compare to the perfection of leaning against Masters knee as He strokes slave's hair after a day of work and service.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she feels like such a lovestruck fool, adoring and worshipping but, then again thats quite appropriate. He is so amazing, so close to perfection, and every breath, every beat of slaves heart is His.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-3660576149612734219?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3660576149612734219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=3660576149612734219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/3660576149612734219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/3660576149612734219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-really-unrated.html' title='It&apos;s really unrated?'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320690599249752017.post-8527406524150188648</id><published>2008-02-17T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T06:51:00.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying hello</title><content type='html'>slave is a little shy about starting one of these... But she really wants to meet others who share this lifestyle that she can talk to.&lt;br /&gt;slave has been in service since November 9th, 2006 and loves life. she is not allowed on the furniture except for the wooden chair she uses at the table or computer. she is not to wear underwear except with prior permission though she rarely asks :) and she sleeps on the floor beside Masters bed though sometimes she sleeps with Him and His alpha, 'w'. slave's makeup, clothes, lotion, etc. everything goes though Master, everything is to His liking as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;slave loves sex, cock, cum, almost anything that has anything to do with fucking and sucking *giggle* she is a complete nympho and she is quite the pain slut as well.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know a little about slave things can get started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320690599249752017-8527406524150188648?l=atmastersfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8527406524150188648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320690599249752017&amp;postID=8527406524150188648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/8527406524150188648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320690599249752017/posts/default/8527406524150188648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atmastersfoot.blogspot.com/2008/02/saying-hello.html' title='Saying hello'/><author><name>slave karly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04790036320449195218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_il3OF6vS0vM/TAaT8nirC3I/AAAAAAAAACA/LqfLTQbFjzs/S220/085.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
