im very open about my involvement in the lifestyle, my friends know and i post about it on twitter, and this blog is up there for anybody to see. But i wonder what i would do if someone from my family read this blog. id like to think that ive expressed not only my enjoyment about being part of the lifestyle but also my love for my Master which is so very obviously mutual in these posts. And that even if those reading it don't agree with what im writing, they could see how happy its making me and how it wasn't just a spur of the moment decision to submit.
i was first curious about the lifestyle in my mid teens. i read anything i could get my hands on about it and id like to think i tried to achieve a holistic understanding of the lifestyle. i wasn't active in the lifestyle until i was over 18. i found genuine people to talk to and learnt even more and became more interested.
Looking back...i took risks i shouldn't have and without the precautions i should have taken. But im glad i took the risk to meet my Master because it couldn't possibly have worked out better. im safe, im loved, im protected and cherished. And even though i doubt this is a situation my family would have liked me to be in, i think they would be happy that im happy and in no danger of being hurt (well....hurt in a bad way *grins*)
I know this is not the usual style of post but its something ive been musing over this for a couple of weeks now and wanted to put my thoughts down in writing.
respectfully,
girl
Wednesday, April 7
Monday, April 5
Fishing for compliments
I thought id surprise you all and throw in a text post. Ive also decided to give this blog a bit more of a personal twist.
During the Easter long weekend Master and i went camping on Kangaroo Island. I love that He is happy to take me places and be seen with me. To introduce me to friends and family and to continue to be familiar with me when we are in public. Not all slaves are afforded such a luxury. Whether this is because their Masters are embarrassed to be seen with them and the connotations that are associated with it. Or because They see Their slaves as more of an object and it would never occur to Them to take their property anywhere. The latter is more acceptable to me as it is an extension of submission. However i cant stand Dominants who are embarrassed either of Their slave or of the lifestyle they live.
my Master however neither sees me as an object nor is embarrassed by me. He is equally as open about the lifestyle we live as i am. This only serves to make me love and adore Him more and i have no doubt that i am loved in return. Anyway i digress..
Master and i left Friday afternoon in what, in my opinion, is the best vehicle in the world. An old Toyota land cruiser. It felt like we were embarking on an intrepid lion hunting safari. So in true David Attenbourgh style we boarded the ferry and made our way to the island. Barring a family sitting in front of us who possessed a shared IQ and no INSIDE VOICES the trip was fairly good.
The scenery there was just perfect and even though i was tired i could appreciate the difference on the island from the mainland. We set up camp and lit a fire and had a relaxing night with sausages eaten next to the campfire. Master and i rolled out the swag in the back of the landcruiser and zipped up the canvas to sleep in toasty warmness. Somehow i managed to steal the blankets even in a swag. I maintain its an art form that i cant let go out of practice. During the night we put some yabbie nets in the dam too see how many were still in there and were happy to see that there was a good supply of yabbies living there.
The next day dawned with a light breeze which we lamented as we ate our breakfast of bacon and egg sammiches. Because even a light breeze made the sea too rough to put the boat in and go fishing. We drove to Masters friends house were i was introduced and we spent a few hours there with Master catching up. We decided to go to the beach and try our luck fishing from the sand.
Master caught a mullet but there was no more fish to be had. There was however the remnants of other unlucky fishermen left buried in the beach.
The next day was far more fruitful and we went out on the boat. Master and his friend caught between them 2 squid, 2 leather jackets, 1 whiting and a sweep. There was various other trash fish and undersized ones. I caught 6 fish all up :) and it was fun.
After scaling and doing whatever it is Master does with a squid to make it into squid tubes we went back to the camp for a well earned early night so we could be up to catch the ferry back home the next day.
Ill throw in some more photos i took, but i had so much fun. Not only did i get to spend time with Master i got to go camping and fishing too. were planning on going back for the ANZAC weekend. No slave could ask for a better Master.
The view from the front of the landcruiser driving to our camp site.
The awesome dash of the landcruiser
The sad view from the window of the ferry as we left.
Hope everyone else had an equally good Easter
respectfully,
girl
During the Easter long weekend Master and i went camping on Kangaroo Island. I love that He is happy to take me places and be seen with me. To introduce me to friends and family and to continue to be familiar with me when we are in public. Not all slaves are afforded such a luxury. Whether this is because their Masters are embarrassed to be seen with them and the connotations that are associated with it. Or because They see Their slaves as more of an object and it would never occur to Them to take their property anywhere. The latter is more acceptable to me as it is an extension of submission. However i cant stand Dominants who are embarrassed either of Their slave or of the lifestyle they live.
my Master however neither sees me as an object nor is embarrassed by me. He is equally as open about the lifestyle we live as i am. This only serves to make me love and adore Him more and i have no doubt that i am loved in return. Anyway i digress..
Master and i left Friday afternoon in what, in my opinion, is the best vehicle in the world. An old Toyota land cruiser. It felt like we were embarking on an intrepid lion hunting safari. So in true David Attenbourgh style we boarded the ferry and made our way to the island. Barring a family sitting in front of us who possessed a shared IQ and no INSIDE VOICES the trip was fairly good.
The scenery there was just perfect and even though i was tired i could appreciate the difference on the island from the mainland. We set up camp and lit a fire and had a relaxing night with sausages eaten next to the campfire. Master and i rolled out the swag in the back of the landcruiser and zipped up the canvas to sleep in toasty warmness. Somehow i managed to steal the blankets even in a swag. I maintain its an art form that i cant let go out of practice. During the night we put some yabbie nets in the dam too see how many were still in there and were happy to see that there was a good supply of yabbies living there.
The next day dawned with a light breeze which we lamented as we ate our breakfast of bacon and egg sammiches. Because even a light breeze made the sea too rough to put the boat in and go fishing. We drove to Masters friends house were i was introduced and we spent a few hours there with Master catching up. We decided to go to the beach and try our luck fishing from the sand.
Master caught a mullet but there was no more fish to be had. There was however the remnants of other unlucky fishermen left buried in the beach.
The next day was far more fruitful and we went out on the boat. Master and his friend caught between them 2 squid, 2 leather jackets, 1 whiting and a sweep. There was various other trash fish and undersized ones. I caught 6 fish all up :) and it was fun.
After scaling and doing whatever it is Master does with a squid to make it into squid tubes we went back to the camp for a well earned early night so we could be up to catch the ferry back home the next day.
Ill throw in some more photos i took, but i had so much fun. Not only did i get to spend time with Master i got to go camping and fishing too. were planning on going back for the ANZAC weekend. No slave could ask for a better Master.
The view from the front of the landcruiser driving to our camp site.
The awesome dash of the landcruiser
The sad view from the window of the ferry as we left.
Hope everyone else had an equally good Easter
respectfully,
girl
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