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			<title>Blah-g #11</title>
			<link>http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/blog.php?b=332</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 18:34:03 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Yesterday was great.  
 
I got to see my twin. (no blood relation) 
 
But we got the same real life name, and we like the same stuff (as far as romance novels, and anime) so our mom's dubbed us the twins.  
 
And I got to see my Master. We didn't do much cuz my twin was there. 
 
They hate each...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Yesterday was great. <br />
<br />
I got to see my twin. (no blood relation)<br />
<br />
But we got the same real life name, and we like the same stuff (as far as romance novels, and anime) so our mom's dubbed us the twins. <br />
<br />
And I got to see my Master. We didn't do much cuz my twin was there.<br />
<br />
They hate each other. <br />
<br />
She's in love with me, and doesn't want to admit it, and she tries to get me away from my Master. She's also one of the few 'nilla friends that want me to get out of the lifestyle because it and I quote &quot;Makes you too dependent and unstable&quot; <br />
<br />
And the funny thing is she denies that she wants me. <br />
<br />
But I'm happy with my Master. <br />
<br />
And my brother who's 18months apart from me turned 18. And the funny part is that people think I'm 16 and he's my older brother. <br />
<br />
YAY FOR SHORT PEOPLE! <br />
<br />
Tomorrow I'm going to my Master's friend's wedding. &gt;.&gt; <br />
<br />
So I gotta dress nice. Which is gonna be black, gray and brown...&gt;.&gt; I'm not very color coordinated. <br />
<br />
I'll post later tomorrow after the wedding and let the fuckers who read this shit know what happened. <br />
<br />
Not much else. Gonna be posting the drawrings I've scanned to my sheezy and FA so yeah. <br />
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Later!</div>

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			<dc:creator>HelenaKitten</dc:creator>
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			<title>Owned by a wonderful Master</title>
			<link>http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/blog.php?b=331</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 12:45:48 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>This blog is written for my truly wonderful Master, Master Nikon. 
 
You came into my life when i least expected it. I was feeling lost and empty, not sure if i could give myself to another. You reached out to me and i gladly took your hand. You showed me i was worthy, you showed me how to express...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>This blog is written for my truly wonderful Master, Master Nikon.<br />
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You came into my life when i least expected it. I was feeling lost and empty, not sure if i could give myself to another. You reached out to me and i gladly took your hand. You showed me i was worthy, you showed me how to express the need inside of me. You took away my hurt and pain and replaced it with hope, belief and desire.<br />
I love the way you have turned me on to so many things i would never have considered before.I love the way you guide me , the way you teach me things , the way you make me feel wanted. I love how now i feel so comfortable with you, sometimes words aren't needed, knowing you are there is enough. I look forward to what lies ahead for us.<br />
I am proud knowing i am your one and only.<br />
I adore you Master.</div>

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			<title>Something disturbing</title>
			<link>http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/blog.php?b=328</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 19:15:10 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>As I was listening to the radio, I tune into the Neal Boortz radio talk show and he mentioned something which I found disturbing and will even make mention of it here. 
 
http://boortz.com/nealz_nuze/2008/11/how-obama-got-elected.html 
 
 
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HOW OBAMA GOT ELECTED 
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>As I was listening to the radio, I tune into the Neal Boortz radio talk show and he mentioned something which I found disturbing and will even make mention of it here.<br />
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<a href="http://boortz.com/nealz_nuze/2008/11/how-obama-got-elected.html" target="_blank">http://boortz.com/nealz_nuze/2008/11...t-elected.html</a><br />
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				HOW OBAMA GOT ELECTED<br />
By Neal Boortz @ November 19, 2008 8:26 AM Permalink | Comments (40) | TrackBacks (0)<br />
Now that the election is over, <a href="http://howobamagotelected.com/" target="_blank">this report by John Ziegler</a> is making some waves. Maybe because it exposes some of the Obamamania. Also because it shows how the lamestream media was in the tank for Barack Obama in this election. And also because it demonstrates the fruits of our government education system.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Now I really don't care what else you do today .. so long as you don't abuse any small animals .. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mm1KOBMg1Y8" target="_blank">but please watch this video</a>. On Election Day some Obama voters were chosen by the producers of an upcoming documentary "How Obama Got Elected." These voters represented a cross-section: young and old, black and white, male and female. They were chosen based on their verbal abilities and willingness to express their feelings to a large audience. Listen to these people. I promise you, you will be entertained. <br />
<br />
Certainly it was hard to judge the true nature of Obama supporters based on the random ones selected for this video ... So the Zogby people were commissioned to conduct a telephone poll to ask a greater number of Obama supporters the very same questions asked of the people in the video. Oh and one other thing to keep in mind. The people were given multiple choice answers to these questions. Even with multiple choices, here were some of the results.<br />
<br />
94% of Obama voters correctly identified Sarah Palin as the candidate with a pregnant teenage daughter.<br />
86% of Obama voters identified Palin as the candidate who spent $150,000 on a campaign wardrobe.<br />
86.9 % of Obama voters though that Palin said that she could see Russia from her "house," even though the quote actually came from Saturday Night Live.<br />
Now for some news about the candidate they were supporting .... <br />
<br />
57.4% of Obama voters could not correctly say which party controls congress.<br />
82.6% of Obama voters could not correctly say that Barack Obama won his first election by getting opponents kicked off the ballot <br />
88.4% of Obama voters could not correctly say that Obama said his policies would likely bankrupt the coal industry and make energy rates skyrocket <br />
56.1% of Obama voters didn't know that Obama started his political career at the home of Bill Ayers, an unrepentant terrorist. <br />
Now you have a measure, for good or bad, of some of the voters who went to the polls on Election Day awash in Obamamania. Do some of you now think that there are people voting who shouldn't be allowed to vote? Remember, there is no constitutional right to vote in a presidential election. Shouldn't we be weeding some of these people off the voting rolls?<br />
<br />
Also, <a href="http://www.fivethirtyeight.com/2008/11/interview-with-john-ziegler-on-zogby.html?asshat" target="_blank">here's an interview with John Ziegler by Nate Silver</a>. Oh my is it full of bad words! <br />
			
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</div>I had followed the comments and also the callers to Neal's show, and most of what I had read and heard was rather disturbing especially in regards to the fact that people just pick and choose that which they want to hear and learn.</div>

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			<title>Idiot King: Not an accomplishment.</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 18:35:57 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Please learn how to write a coherent sentence before you blog. Yes, I realize that some of you grammatical morons and spelling impaired twits have a huge following. Sadly, your following is loaded with morons and twits.  
 
Just because your writing is viewed as profound doesn't mean it is - it...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Please learn how to write a coherent sentence before you blog. Yes, I realize that some of you grammatical morons and spelling impaired twits have a huge following. Sadly, your following is loaded with morons and twits. <br />
<br />
Just because your writing is viewed as profound doesn't mean it is - it just means the idiots and twits don't understand you. They may look up to you and place you on a throne, expounding on your wonderous and profound statements, but being king of the idiots is not an accomplishment.</div>

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			<title>Blah-g #10</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 06:58:11 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[ok. This morning was pure hell.  
 
 
*PURE FUCKING HELL* 
 
Too much shit going on, and no time for me to 
take a brake from it. 
 
So I'm half laying half kneeling with just a big nightie on.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>ok. This morning was pure hell. <br />
<br />
<br />
<b><i>PURE FUCKING HELL</i></b><br />
<br />
Too much shit going on, and no time for me to<br />
take a brake from it.<br />
<br />
So I'm half laying half kneeling with just a big nightie on.<br />
<br />
Weeee! I can feel the cold air...fuck that's gonna make me sick.<br />
<br />
<br />
:|<br />
<br />
<br />
Feeling slight depression with lots of happiness.<br />
<br />
I got to see my Master today.<br />
<br />
I gave him back my mp3 he gave me for x-mas last year. <br />
I had to lie to him...OMFS I LIED TO MY MASTER AND <br />
GOT AWAY WITH IT!!!! HOLY FUCKING COW SHIT!<br />
<br />
Why I gave it back? Long story.<br />
<br />
But I told him that I was gonna take my sister's iPod. <br />
Well, I didn't. I don't want her Pod. <br />
<br />
But yeah. First time I really lied to my Master and getting away with<br />
it. <br />
<br />
He's such a horny bastard!<br />
<br />
He pulls it out and I start playing with it, sucking<br />
and then I start to jack him off. He loves it when I do. So yeah. <br />
Its all good. Then he asks me where I want it. <br />
First I tell him my ass, then I tell him my mouth, then <br />
I give in and let him bang me in the ass...<br />
<br />
Still no cum...*whine*<br />
<br />
Then I say fuck my cunt, he get's a condom. (Wouldn't let him without one)<br />
And we get interrupted. <br />
<br />
So neither of us got to have our happy 'slposh....<br />
<br />
Yeah dont ask me why we call it that. It just sounds cute. :}<br />
<br />
So yeh...that's it for today.</div>

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			<title>A little sad</title>
			<link>http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/blog.php?b=325</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 04:48:55 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Im not mad; i just dont know wha to do. I have post a rough darft of a story i have worked on for a long time. I asked on the thread for a reply about my story. I know i sound selfcentered on this but i just feel sad about it. I mean if its bad then tell me its bad, if its good then tell. I just...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Im not mad; i just dont know wha to do. I have post a rough darft of a story i have worked on for a long time. I asked on the thread for a reply about my story. I know i sound selfcentered on this but i just feel sad about it. I mean if its bad then tell me its bad, if its good then tell. I just feel hurt that no one has even posted a hate post on it. Im not mad, I dont feel i need praise ( i presonaly feel the story it self is weak; but, I feel it can be fixed) . I just want to know how people feel about the rough darft; that all.<br />
 well, peace out</div>

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			<dc:creator>walkingdude225</dc:creator>
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			<title>there must be something wrong with me</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 03:46:09 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>So, i joined here in July.. baby steps i promised myself.. reading and learning i wanted to do. Integrate the knowledge from here and go to munches.. sorta find the balance of what i wanted, what i was searching for.  
And yet .. nothing happened. yes i started to speak with some people, thought...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>So, i joined here in July.. baby steps i promised myself.. reading and learning i wanted to do. Integrate the knowledge from here and go to munches.. sorta find the balance of what i wanted, what i was searching for. <br />
And yet .. nothing happened. yes i started to speak with some people, thought about getting more serious with one, but it did not happen. i was not for him. maybe i'm getting anxious maybe i need more patience. Maybe things are simply not meant to be for me. Perhaps i'm simply depressed, perhaps i simply not good enough for anyone. I do not want to be like this, i do not want a pity party for myself, but right now i'm sad and lost and wish with all my heart that i had someone.. someone to serve and please, someone to confide in, someone to care for, someone to belong to. Is that so much for a girl to want and dream for?</div>

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			<title>Time</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 23:41:31 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Of late, I've noticed I have even less time to spend on the things I want than I do money. Considering the current state of the economy and that's a bit of a surprise. 
 
Which brings to mind a question I've had in my head for years. Why is it called "spending time"? Time is not remotely tangible....]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Of late, I've noticed I have even less time to spend on the things I want than I do money. Considering the current state of the economy and that's a bit of a surprise.<br />
<br />
Which brings to mind a question I've had in my head for years. Why is it called &quot;spending time&quot;? Time is not remotely tangible. You can't sell it as a commodity and no matter where you look people are running out of time. At the same time they are running out of time they continue to spend time on other things. Some people talk about saving time, but they never have any around when you check. <br />
<br />
So, you can save time, spend time, have time, use your time, run out of time, have all the time in the world and even have a time out. But, eventually, you will run out of time. When that time comes it's time out for you. Boy, it's too bad time doesn't accrue interest.<br />
<br />
Well, time for me to go!</div>

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			<dc:creator>H Dean</dc:creator>
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			<title>Old male chimpanzee</title>
			<link>http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/blog.php?b=322</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 20:49:05 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[After I posted my blog "Slap your face", a very kind man messaged me. He didn't want to punish me in a cyber session, just encouraged and counseled me, in a friendly and intelligent way. I called his attention to my blog, and he said my punisher could have two reasons for trying to penetrate my...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>After I posted my blog &quot;Slap your face&quot;, a very kind man messaged me. He didn't want to punish me in a cyber session, just encouraged and counseled me, in a friendly and intelligent way. I called his attention to my blog, and he said my punisher could have two reasons for trying to penetrate my privacy.  The first of them was that he simply would like to know if it really is a girl in the other end, and if found that I am, he would happily have carried on with our activities. The second: he could had been looking for a lever to turn the online game into reality. This with good or bad intentions. &quot;Now which one was it, I cannot tell. The first one was however legitimate. The second not&quot;,  he said.<br />
<br />
Legitimate? Well, my punisher knew I was a girl. He took my Yahoo!Messenger ID from my Library profile, it wasn't featured elsewhere. And from the first minute he addressed me as &quot;slut&quot;. (In which I still agree with him, of course.) And if I give him my &quot;real&quot; data, they still can be fake. Even a photo can be fake (I mean, somebody else's photo). Only the use of webcam can dispel all doubts, but I have no webcam and I wouldn't use it if I had. I am really sorry, but I don't want to show my face in BDSM context. There is a &quot;decent&quot; or &quot;vanilla&quot; front of my life that I want to keep up. Furthermore, even if I am a gargoyle of an old male chimpanzee, it doesn't matter until it is a fantasy session.<br />
<br />
Until it is ONLY a fantasy session.   <br />
<br />
That is the point. Fantasy was not enough for him. He wanted to break through into reality. And that is what I find with the men who contact me on the Library. There is a female intuition which enables a girl to feel if an approaching male wants her. It is what I feel here: all men, except this counselor of mine, want me as their permanent slave or as their sex partner. This friend was able to understand me because he didn't want to own me, not even for a cyber session. But every man who wants to own me for the duration of a cyber session, wants to own me further. It is a fact, I accept it and won't seek cyber sessions any more. My former attitude has changed. No instant messaging, no cyber sessions of punishment. The door is closed.  <br />
<br />
I live rather in fantasy than in reality. That is why I understood it so hard. I am the girl in the moon. Most people live on earth. :-)<br />
<br />
Now that I understand it, I am in peace.</div>

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			<title>Blah-g #9</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 07:00:42 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[*sighs*  
 
Not much today other than, I found out my Master was right. 
 
My family just uses me. 
 
They don't care about me. 
 
This is why I'm happy with my Master. He cares about me. I mean he really does care for me.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>*sighs* <br />
<br />
Not much today other than, I found out my Master was right.<br />
<br />
My family just uses me.<br />
<br />
They don't care about me.<br />
<br />
This is why I'm happy with my Master. He cares about me. I mean he really does care for me.<br />
<br />
Take for example today...<br />
<br />
I was home, took care of the youngest's who's birthday was yesterday. Took care of him all day. Then the other little one comes home from school. I take care of him as well. <br />
<br />
My mom goes and picks up the other one, he's at school. He comes home, goes straight to his room and goes to sleep. <br />
<br />
The 14yr old is sleeping, shes got a three inch laceration on her foot. Ok whatever, she's hurt she's gotta rest.<br />
<br />
I'm still watching the two babies. What the fuck?! They're not even my own kids. Yeah ok, I can help watch them they're my little brothers. <br />
<br />
But shit, I'm taking care of them enough for them to call me mom. The fuck is that kind of shit?!! <br />
<br />
See if I didn't have my Master, I wouldn't be here.<br />
<br />
Again another example, last month.<br />
<br />
I worked my ass off. I mean I really worked my ass off. I worked so hard, that both my hands would tingle violently. I would get really bad headaches and stomach aches, and I couldn't hold down much food. <br />
<br />
If I would have pushed myself any harder, I could have went to the hospital, or worse I could be six feet under (sorry great fucking death metal band) dining with Satan and Hitler. <br />
<br />
My Master knows my limits, even if I don't. <br />
If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here right now.<br />
<br />
And the there are two ways I would have gone if he wasn't here to keep me grounded. <br />
<br />
One I would have just given up and committed suicide. <br />
<br />
Two I would have pushed myself into an early grave by litterally over working myself.<br />
<br />
But I have my Master. Without him I'd be nothing. <br />
<br />
*smiles softly* I guess he's repaying me for when I saved him. I'm glad I saved him, because if I hadn't neither of us would be here. <br />
<br />
Yeah I know I'm being all depressing with all this talk of death and suicide, but I need to make this clear.<br />
<br />
I love my Master more than anything. He's the one who stops me, when I don't know when.<br />
<br />
He keeps me sane, and grounded. He is my tether keeping me in this horrid world. <br />
<br />
Sorry If I'm getting kinda emo on you (not that anyone reads the shit I post.)<br />
<br />
I am happy beyond mere mortal words to describe my estacy in that he chose me. He chose me to be his, his friend, his student, his lover, his submissive, but most of all he chose me to be his wife. <br />
<br />
So yeah on a lighter note I think I'ma post my pics up on FA rather than sheezy.<br />
<br />
If you didnt get my FA here's the link <br />
<br />
{http://www.furaffinity.net/user/harukoskitten/}</div>

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			<title>My New Begining</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 11:23:50 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I am so happy right now. Who knew that living alone could make me feel so lighthearted? I haven't been this happy since.......well, since the last time i lived alone. *grins* I guess i'm just not the marrying type. That's okay though, a good friends has pointed out to me that it doesn't mean i'm...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>I am so happy right now. Who knew that living alone could make me feel so lighthearted? I haven't been this happy since.......well, since the last time i lived alone. *grins* I guess i'm just not the marrying type. That's okay though, a good friends has pointed out to me that it doesn't mean i'm broken it just means that i'm me. And that is by no means a bad thing. It is so wonderful to bo surrounded by friends and family who want nothing more from me than for me to just be me. I am taking this opportunity afforded to me now to get back to the things that make me happiest. Like laughing everyday, and spending time with all of my family not just the ones who I live with. I see a bright future for myself, one in which i will be very happy. That is not something i have been able to envision for a very long time. Thank you all for allowing me to be myself! :hubba:</div>

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			<title>How can you Buy the Sky?</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 10:24:05 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Was doing some work preparing a environmental programme and found this.   Nothing to do with BDSM but i like it. 
 
Chief Seattle 1885 
 
How can you buy the sky? 
How can you own the rain and the wind? 
 
My mother told me, 
Every part of the earth is sacred to our people. 
Every pine needle....</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Was doing some work preparing a environmental programme and found this.   Nothing to do with BDSM but i like it.<br />
<br />
Chief Seattle 1885<br />
<br />
How can you buy the sky?<br />
How can you own the rain and the wind?<br />
<br />
My mother told me,<br />
Every part of the earth is sacred to our people.<br />
Every pine needle. Every sandy shore.<br />
Every mist in the pine woods.<br />
Every meadow and humming insect.<br />
All are holy in the memory of are people.<br />
<br />
My father told me,<br />
I know the sap that courses though the trees,<br />
As i know the blood that flows though my veins.<br />
We are part of the earth and it is part of us.<br />
The perfumed flowers are our sisters.<br />
The bear, the dear, the great eagle, these are our brothers.<br />
The rocky crests, the meadows, the ponies - all belong to the same family.<br />
<br />
The voice of my ancestors said to me,<br />
the shining water that moves in the streams and the rivers<br />
Is not simply water, but the blood of you're grandfathers grandfather.<br />
Each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lake<br />
Tells of memories in the life of are people.<br />
The water murmur in the voice of your great-great grand mother.<br />
The rivers are our brothers. they quench our thirst.<br />
They carry our canoes and feed are children.<br />
You most give the rivers kindness<br />
you would give to any brother.<br />
<br />
The voice of my grandfather said to me,<br />
The air is precious. It shares it's sprite with all the like it supports.<br />
The wind that gave my first breath also received my last sigh. You must keep the land and air apart and scared.<br />
As a place where one can go to taste the wind<br />
That is sweetened by the meadow flowers.<br />
<br />
When the last Red Man and Woman have vanished with their wilderness,<br />
And the memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will the shores and forest still be here?<br />
Will there be any of the sprite of my people left?<br />
My ancestors said to me, this we know;<br />
The earth does not belong to us. We belong to the earth.<br />
<br />
Enjoy<br />
<br />
<br />
El x</div>

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			<title>Forgiveness...</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 10:08:19 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA["Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future." 
 
Sometimes you feel so hurt by the actions of another that you lose sight of what you need most to heal that pain...  forgiveness.  Ive spent months feeling anguish over someone that I cared so much for.   I have questioned...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>&quot;Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.&quot;<br />
<br />
Sometimes you feel so hurt by the actions of another that you lose sight of what you need most to heal that pain...  forgiveness.  Ive spent months feeling anguish over someone that I cared so much for.   I have questioned everything I knew about this person and myself.  I beat myself up.  I doubted myself, doubted him.  I have cried way too many tears and hated myself for that too.  I have damned him and damned myself.  I have been torn between the anger I felt and the love that got me there.  There is only thing I can do now to help me deal with the loss...  forgive. <br />
<br />
I hope it works.</div>

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			<title>How married people do it</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 07:54:12 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>We had a lazy Sunday yesterday. I woke kind of latish and wasnt really in the mood to go exploring around the town (its an American thing, lol).   
 
I did some things on the computer while Tristan read a book. It was that comfortable kind of being together that was just nice.  
 
After a while...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>We had a lazy Sunday yesterday. I woke kind of latish and wasnt really in the mood to go exploring around the town (its an American thing, lol).  <br />
<br />
I did some things on the computer while Tristan read a book. It was that comfortable kind of being together that was just nice. <br />
<br />
After a while Tristan started to feel restless. He really isnt a sit still type of person. He was standing over at the window and He turned to me. <br />
<br />
&quot;I want to go to the gym. Want to have sex first?&quot; He asked in that soft voice of His. <br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes at Him, &quot;Talk about romantic, but sure.&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;It worked.&quot; He shrugged. <br />
<br />
&quot;Only because I have nothing better to do.&quot; I shrugged back. <br />
<br />
&quot;Forget it. I should go to the gym anyway.&quot;<br />
<br />
I was shocked that He was taking me seriously and I think it showed.<br />
<br />
&quot;What?&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Are You angry with me?&quot; I felt a little emotional and scared and was on the verge of crying.<br />
<br />
&quot;No. Are you angry with me?&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;'No, I was just teasing You.&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;I see.&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;So, um, are we going to do it?&quot; I asked.<br />
<br />
&quot;Shut up woman. Get your panties off and get on the bed.&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Yes <i>Master</i>,&quot; I said with a grin on my face. <br />
<br />
He scowled. <br />
<br />
He had me pinned to the mattress before I could get comfortable and He entered me immediately. I shifted beneath Him trying to get my legs around Him and He thrust into me harder. I was already whimpering when He started to growl at me. <br />
<br />
&quot; I love that I can tell you to take off your panties and spread your legs and you do. I love that I can fuck you at any time. I love that you are mine to use for my pleasure.  You are mine.&quot;<br />
<br />
My whimpering had turned into the moaning of orgasm and as I came He ever so gently kissed my lips and softly whispered &quot;I love you, Adriana. You are so beautiful when you come.&quot;<br />
<br />
And suddenly I was crying and He was coming.<br />
<br />
We kissed a little and He told me that He loved that I do as I am told and called me His good girl. He got up and went to the gym and I fell asleep His semen leaking from me. It made me feel warm and safe and His.<br />
<br />
At lunch we met some of His business friends in the near by restaurant. <br />
<br />
I think most of the regular readers would have realised by now that Tristan and I live in Paris. I am an American born, mixed origin. Tristan is Canadien from Québéc. Tristan is really Québécois. Tristan is so Québécois that other Québécois ring Him to ask advice on how a Québécois should act. He is that Québécois. <br />
<br />
One of the men asked about the differences in Québec and Canada and Tristan was quick to point out that in spite of His Québécois pride He considered Himself to be Canadien first. And before that He considered Himself to be a hockey player. <br />
<br />
So if Tristan were to describe Himself in as few words as possible in descending order, it would look like this. <br />
<br />
1. Father<br />
2. Husband<br />
3. Canadien <br />
4. Québécois<br />
5. Male <br />
<br />
<br />
One of the other ladies there said she would consider herself female first and American second. I gave it some thought and I had to agree that I would too. <br />
<br />
I kept thinking about my list of how I see myself all through lunch. <br />
<br />
We were heading back to the room so that Tristan could do some work when I turned to Him and said that my list was wrong. I should have said: <br />
<br />
1. His <br />
2. Female <br />
3. American<br />
4. Mixed heritage <br />
<br />
He smiled at me and kissed me. <br />
<br />
When we got back to the room He simply said &quot;I want you again now.&quot; And I said &quot;Ok&quot;. <br />
<br />
Then last night while we were talking and I was giggling about something He had done and He was smiling at me laughing, I said &quot;I want you&quot; and He took me again. Because He can. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
How would you describe yourself in as few words as possible?</div>

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			<title>Confused, frustrated and hurting</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 23:25:33 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Sunday night here, just after 22:45 and my mind won't let me rest, I've been waiting all day for a very important e-mail, hoping and praying that when it comes it'll be 'good news' but here I still sit, waiting & hoping. 
What I am hoping for probably sounds crazy, I know what folk out there are...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Sunday night here, just after 22:45 and my mind won't let me rest, I've been waiting all day for a very important e-mail, hoping and praying that when it comes it'll be 'good news' but here I still sit, waiting &amp; hoping.<br />
What I am hoping for probably sounds crazy, I know what folk out there are going to scream (stop?) when they know that I am seriously contemplating giving up what little security I've got (roof over my head etc) for living life as someone's personal slave in London...<br />
I know it's a drastic change for me if it happens, not least because of the consequences ~ I'll cutting off contact with a lot of friends as well as family, but something inside me feels that the experience could actually strengthen me, make me stronger and less emotional than I am now, the alternative just seems to be to give up the fight for survival altogether</div>

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			<title>Blah-g #8</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 20:38:06 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Not much going on today. Other than it's the youngest's birthday. He's two years old today! SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LITTLE CHIBI! (shut up, leave me alone!) 
 
 
I'm scanning my shit here. It's so god damn fucking hot.  
 
My lungs still hurt from jumping in the water last night.  
 
Mmm...I got a new...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Not much going on today. Other than it's the youngest's birthday. He's two years old today! SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LITTLE CHIBI! (shut up, leave me alone!)<br />
<br />
<br />
I'm scanning my shit here. It's so god damn fucking hot. <br />
<br />
My lungs still hurt from jumping in the water last night. <br />
<br />
Mmm...I got a new site to put my furry/anthro drawrings . Oh shit. I cut my hand damn...at least there's no blood.<br />
 <br />
I might see my Master today too. And if we do I get my PsP put on layway . YAY! <br />
<br />
I even made a x-mas list (yeah I know what you are thinking  WTF is a Satanist doing making a Christmas list?!) <br />
<br />
But yeah here's mah list:<br />
PsP<br />
Bamboo Fun Tablet <br />
Nintendo DS<br />
New custom collar<br />
gag ball<br />
memory stick for my camera<br />
bondage cuffs<br />
<br />
so yeah...that's it for now. Might post more later or not.</div>

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			<title><![CDATA[How Adriana's mouth gets her into trouble]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 19:47:44 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[We are in Spain right now. We haven't had much time entirely to ourselves of late so when Tristan knew that He would need to be in Spain for at least a week, and my latest big project finished, He decided that I should come too. 
 
This happened a few nights back.  
 
It's 3am.  
 
Tristan is sound...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>We are in Spain right now. We haven't had much time entirely to ourselves of late so when Tristan knew that He would need to be in Spain for at least a week, and my latest big project finished, He decided that I should come too.<br />
<br />
This happened a few nights back. <br />
<br />
It's 3am. <br />
<br />
Tristan is sound asleep. I am not. I am thirsty and I want orange juice. Those sudden midnight cravings are dangerous, I tell you, lol. <br />
<br />
They have no orange juice in the hotel room. And I cant sleep, so to distract myself I log on to the computer. I check my yahoo and <a href="http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/blog.php?b=104" target="_blank">Elisabeth</a> is there. <br />
<br />
So we talk and catch up and share some girly giggles - and this is where I tell her I have a craving for orange juice but am not about to go wandering around a strange city at 3am. <i>*I kind of did something similar a couple of years ago, and lets just say my butt still hasn't forgiven me for that. :rolleyes:*</i><br />
<br />
Elisabeth says- call the room service, but I knew that the knock would wake Tristan. So Elisabeth suggests I should wait in the hall for it. <br />
<br />
In my defense, Honey Sir Master - I really wanted that orange juice. LOL <br />
<br />
I sneaked into the bathroom and used the phone in there to call room service. <br />
<br />
It still makes me giggle thinking about standing in the hallway wearing Tristan's shirt, waiting for orange juice at 3.30am. Though the room service waiter acted as if this is nothing new. Maybe it happens all the time, ;). <br />
<br />
So I sat there, innocently sipping my orange juice and chatting to Elisabeth when I heard the sleepy voice of doom. <br />
<br />
&quot;<i>Adriana?!</i>&quot; Tristan was still deciding if this is worthy of opening His eyes. &quot;Christ woman, what time is it?&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Uh, well. It's 4am now&quot; I answered kind of sheepishly. *We have a bit of a history regarding me sneaking out of bed to go to work on the computer.* <br />
<br />
&quot;What (the fuck, - He didn't say it, but I <i>know </i>He meant it, lol) are you doing?&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Talking to Elisabeth.&quot;<br />
<br />
Moment of silence. *He has those down to an art, :rolleyes:.*<br />
<br />
&quot;Say goodbye and get back to bed.&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Party pooper,&quot; I said in a &quot;bad&quot; voice, apparently at 4am Adriana really has an attitude. <br />
<br />
&quot;Come back to bed, now!&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Sir, yes, Sir,&quot; I mock saluted. <br />
<br />
He just gave me &quot;the look&quot; as I crawled up the bed.<br />
<br />
'What were you two talking about at 4am?&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;The state of world politics in the late baroque period. What else would we be talking about?&quot; I smiled and fluttered my eyes at Him extra sweetly., &quot;Plus, its only 10PM in New York.&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;You are so asking for it,&quot; He was wearing the evil wicked half-grin from hell.<br />
<br />
&quot;What am I asking for?&quot; I inquired innocently. <br />
*Adriana should really learn when to stop, lol.*<br />
<br />
Silence ruled the room. My smart mouth was getting thoroughly fucked. Literally. <br />
<br />
I gaged and choked and still He fucked me hard.<br />
<br />
When He  came I didn't have a chance in hell of swallowing all the semen He spurted inside my mouth. <br />
<br />
He ordered me to clean Him up with my tongue.<br />
<br />
When I was finished I moved up the bed and snuggled into Him.<br />
<br />
&quot;I am thirsty.&quot; Tristan says. <br />
<br />
&quot;Want some orange juice?&quot; I offer dutifully. <br />
<br />
Tristan nods and I go and pour Him some into the glass. <br />
<br />
He swallows it down *no man should look so sexy with the simple act of drinking some juice, :D* and lies back, pulling me to Him and He starts to drift off to sleep. <br />
 <br />
&quot;<i>Adrianah</i>?&quot;<br />
&quot;Yes?&quot;<br />
&quot;Where (the fuck, - He didn't say it, but I <i>so know </i>He meant it, lol) did the orange juice come from?&quot;<br />
<br />
As I opened my mouth to tell Him He covered it with His hand.<br />
<br />
He shook His head, having decided that He <i>really</i> didn't want to know and that it would be best if He just went back to sleep, &quot;Not another word.&quot; <br />
<br />
I giggled, He knows me too well. Tristan smiled,  tucked me back into His arms and we fell asleep.</div>

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			<title>Slap your face</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 15:23:32 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[When I joined BDSM Library, I put my Yahoo!Messenger ID in my profile, hoping that somebody comes and punishes me in a virtual session. I wished to be humiliated.  
  
Guys came and wanted to see me. But, as I have declared in my introductory message, I won't communicate anything which makes me...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>When I joined BDSM Library, I put my Yahoo!Messenger ID in my profile, hoping that somebody comes and punishes me in a virtual session. I wished to be humiliated. <br />
 <br />
Guys came and wanted to see me. But, as I have declared in my introductory message, I won't communicate anything which makes me identifiable. It is a perfectly justified demand from the men's part to see the girl they have a cyber session with, but my BDSM inclinations are hidden in the real life. I am too shy. So nothing happened, until one night a man came, calling himself Master. I entered the game without hesitation, accepting the role of his slave. He started teaching me, addressing me as &quot;slut&quot;. It was an exciting new experience, and I enjoyed it very much. I know I deserve being called so, but until that nobody did. He knew how to punish me from distance. I had to slap my own face, and I obeyed, repeating it a few times, because he wanted me to make it sting, and I needed practice. :-) I thanked for the punishment.Then I had to slap myself on the bottom, which is rather awkward if one is sitting in a chair, but having removed my clothes and moved  into kneeling position it went better. :-) I thanked him again. After that, I was commanded to pull my nipples forward and twist them. I obeyed, and thanked him. Nothing was considerably painful, but it was really humiliating, and I love humiliation. My first cyber punishment session! The happy excitement I am feeling when humiliated started to penetrate my body. <br />
<br />
But then he began asking for my personal data. Quickly I dropped my obedience. We quarreled, he became silent, and I came away. Dear Sir, if you happen to read this, please know that I am still grateful to you for humiliating me properly. Only you spoiled everything by asking for my real name. I am the girl in the moon. <br />
<br />
A day later my computer (and it is not really mine either) contained a spy program. I deleted it, but I could see that Yahoo!Messenger is rather dangerous. So I exited it, and started thinking the thing over. My decision is that I open Yahoo!Messenger for a cyber session only after previous private messaging and mutual consent. I am still craving for punishment and humiliation. First from girls, but I accept it also from guys if we understand each other.  <br />
<br />
I hope I will get further slaps in my face. Believe me, I deserve it.</div>

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			<title>Blah-g #7</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 09:18:04 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Wow today was great.  
 
I helped my Master move from El Cajon to Chula Vista, and well we kinda messed around.  
 
We got my scanner after getting lost. Dude, my mom was so mad, she thought I fucked up the directions till Master looked in the Thomas Brother's Map Guide, and saved my ass from...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Wow today was great. <br />
<br />
I helped my Master move from El Cajon to Chula Vista, and well we kinda messed around. <br />
<br />
We got my scanner after getting lost. Dude, my mom was so mad, she thought I fucked up the directions till Master looked in the Thomas Brother's Map Guide, and saved my ass from Stupid Abuse. (see next blah-g for an explanation).<br />
<br />
So we finally get to the man's house and the front gate is locked. Takes us five minutes to figure out how to unlock the damn thing. So we get it, I left a thank you note for the man since Master said too. <br />
<br />
We then go down to Chula Vista and unload his futon and mattress thingies. Go back up to El Cajon and that's when my youngest brother, wanted to play in the pool. He only stuck his feet in...I got in up to my knees and then I got up and looked to my Master and he took off his boots, socks and took out all stuff that could be messed up in the water out, and held my hand and we both jumped in. <br />
<br />
God damn the water was fucking cold. So we go into the bathroom, change both naked and we do a quickie...not even enough for either of us to cum, but was nice. Then went into his room and did it some more...<br />
<br />
Finally finished and went back to his new place in Chula Vista and finished there.<br />
<br />
So yeah. I'm now offically open for commissions. <br />
<br />
Just let me know if you want one!<br />
<br />
My dear brother Nightmarebloodbath has requested one of my OC. So I'll post it as soon as I'm done...which should be either later on today or fucking tomorrow should the lazy bug bite. <br />
<br />
Is it for now.</div>

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			<title>Stealing (Black Pearls cont. 3)</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 03:39:14 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[He picked up the strand of black pearls and softly rubbed them against her ass.  Slowly bringing them against the lips of her pussy.  Rubbing them, they began to glisten with the wetness from her pussy.  
 
"Do you even know what these pearls are used for or did you just want them for the greed,"...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>He picked up the strand of black pearls and softly rubbed them against her ass.  Slowly bringing them against the lips of her pussy.  Rubbing them, they began to glisten with the wetness from her pussy. <br />
<br />
&quot;Do you even know what these pearls are used for or did you just want them for the greed,&quot; he whispered in her ear.  She couldn't answer for the warm sensation he was building inside of her.<br />
<br />
Once coated he brought them to the opening of her ass.  She gasped, arching her back as he inserted each pearl into her ass.<br />
<br />
Bringing his hand roughly on her back, he pushed her back onto the table.  &quot;I sound stay,&quot; he growled. <br />
<br />
Once all were inserted he rubbed her ass gently.  &quot;Do you know why I'm doing this.&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Yes,&quot; she said breathlessly.<br />
<br />
&quot;Tell me,&quot; he demanded.<br />
<br />
&quot;To punish me for stealing.&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;That's correct.  So I want you to say I will not steal and continue saying it tell I tell you to stop.&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Yes.  I will not...&quot;  <br />
<br />
A smacking sound followed by a popping stopped her from finishing.  There was another smack.  The noises was from his hand smacking her ass as he popped one of the pearls out.<br />
<br />
The second smack was when he smack her ass for stopping.  She tried to continue but each time he would smack her then releasing a pearl her body would coil from the pleasure she was receiving from her punishment.<br />
<br />
&quot;I said do not stop,&quot; he said in a husky voice.<br />
<br />
&quot;Please...I...can't,&quot; she could barely speak.<br />
<br />
&quot;This is punishment for stealing.  You have five more pearls to go,&quot;  he said unrelentlessly.<br />
<br />
She tried to breath deeply to try on calm her body but it was no use.  She was a bundle of nerves ready to explode but she knew she had to continue.  So, slowly she went on as each rough hand made contact with her as as the pearl was released.<br />
<br />
Pain and pleasure.  How could she stand anymore of this.  She was nearing the breaking point, ready for release.  He knew this.  He continued to push her to find the end of her limit.  As the last pearl was released from her body she screamed in intense pleasure nearly blacking out.<br />
<br />
He chuckled as he rubbed her ass.  Turning her over he kissed her hard once again stilling her breath.  When he final come up for air she saw a wicked look in his eyes.  It was that look that told her her punishment had only began.</div>

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			<dc:creator>november</dc:creator>
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			<title>donna,24/7 slave</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 19:58:29 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I am a 24/7 slave to my master,he has trained me in the art of BDSM and I have become the perfect female. I am masochistic and will do anything my master says.</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>I am a 24/7 slave to my master,he has trained me in the art of BDSM and I have become the perfect female. I am masochistic and will do anything my master says.</div>

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			<title>donna,24/7 slave</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 19:53:54 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I am a 24/7 slave to my master,he has trained me in the art of BDSM and I have become the perfect female. I am masochistic and will do anything my master says.</description>
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			<dc:creator>ropeburns</dc:creator>
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			<title>Blah-g #6</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 05:45:21 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I got to see my Master today... 
 
 
He made me get my leash from my room. Clipped it to me, pulled off my pants, and my thong, and then *blush* he fingered me twice till I came. Then he ate me out *blushes harder* He told me to cum...and he fingered me harder and sucked on my cunt lips till I...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>I got to see my Master today...<br />
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He made me get my leash from my room. Clipped it to me, pulled off my pants, and my thong, and then *blush* he fingered me twice till I came. Then he ate me out *blushes harder* He told me to cum...and he fingered me harder and sucked on my cunt lips till I came...and then he fucked me. <br />
<br />
God it was so fucking awesome...I wanna do that more often...<br />
<br />
I didnt get my damn paintshop pro.....and I didnt get my scanner either. So I'm kinda pissed about that. Boredom kills me...<br />
<br />
I'm still open for commissions, but they'll have to wait till later saturday (or if I'm feeling realy lazy till sunday.)  I gotta wait 8 days for my Elfwood account to post my pics...I'm gonna open another one for my non erotic stories. WEEE! <br />
<br />
I'm happy I got me some fucking evil pecan pie!!!!!!!! I wonder if anyone reads this shit? Probably not. No one cares. *shrugs* It' helps me blow some steam off. I get to see my Master tomorrow too! <br />
<br />
We gotta help him move, but I get to since I get to see him that makes me happy. *sighs* nothing much else...so yeah...<br />
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I'm off....</div>

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			<dc:creator>HelenaKitten</dc:creator>
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			<title>Punishment (Black Pearls cont. 2)</title>
			<link>http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/blog.php?b=299</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 05:26:43 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[She jumped up from the floor like a scared rabbit.  Even though there was no escaped, still she tried.  He grabbed her, his hard body was pressed to her back.  She could feel every ripple of muscle, his sex nestled between her butt cheeks. 
 
"Where do you think you're going," his voice was a dark...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>She jumped up from the floor like a scared rabbit.  Even though there was no escaped, still she tried.  He grabbed her, his hard body was pressed to her back.  She could feel every ripple of muscle, his sex nestled between her butt cheeks.<br />
<br />
&quot;Where do you think you're going,&quot; his voice was a dark timber in her ear.<br />
<br />
His arm caged her to his body was under her breasts.  With a savage jerk his other hand tore her bodice open.  She squeaked with surprise but he just laughed at her vulnerability.  <br />
<br />
&quot;Did you think you could escape?  That I did not know what you are.  You thought you would be safe, thinking that I had left the manor.  Not knowing it was only a trap.&quot;  He twist her nipple with savage delight which made her gasped.<br />
<br />
All the while she was powerless in his grasp.  She was frozen, but not with fear but with pure delight.  Her body was beginning to burn.<br />
<br />
He pushed he to the small table.  Her breasts hit the cool wood but didn't help to cool the fire but made her burn more.<br />
<br />
&quot;No my dear, I will have to punish you.&quot;  He lifted her skirts so that her buttocks was exposed.  &quot;You thought you would steal from me.  Stay, if you move your punishment will be  far worst.&quot;<br />
<br />
He moved and picked up the bag that she dropped.  Coming back to her he lifted the pearls that were inside.  The black pearls glided between his fingers.  Though she could not see him she knew he was smiling with wicked content.<br />
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&quot;Yes, I think I shall use these for your punishment.&quot;</div>

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			<title>Update</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 11:44:52 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[OK, so just to give an update so that i'm not getting anymore advice onthis subject,(thank you to those who tried to help. i do appreciate it) BD has moved out. Turns out that we just really, really don't like eachother and it has just been pure stubborness that has kept us from admitting it up to...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>OK, so just to give an update so that i'm not getting anymore advice onthis subject,(thank you to those who tried to help. i do appreciate it) BD has moved out. Turns out that we just really, really don't like eachother and it has just been pure stubborness that has kept us from admitting it up to this point. He seems to be okay. I'm okay. it's amazing but we are acting better toward eachother now than we were when we thought we were spending the rest of our lives together. I have long wondered if we would be better friends than lovers. Turns out that may very well be correct. So we're okay and (amzingly) relieved to be apart. So here starts the next chapter in my life! Wish me luck!:shithappe</div>

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			<title>want a female owner</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 18:45:40 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[HELLO TO ALL I AM A SUBMISSIVE MALE FROM INDIA AND FINDING A STRICT AND VERY DOMINANT FEMALE. IT DOESN'T MATTER FOR ME THAT MY OWNER LIVES IN WHICH COUNTRY...I AM WILLING TO SERVE AS 24/7 SLAVE AND CONTINUE TO SERVE TILL DEATH. I DON'T HAVE ANY OBJECTIONS IF ANY MODIFICATION DONE TO MY BODY LIKE IF...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>HELLO TO ALL I AM A SUBMISSIVE MALE FROM INDIA AND FINDING A STRICT AND VERY DOMINANT FEMALE. IT DOESN'T MATTER FOR ME THAT MY OWNER LIVES IN WHICH COUNTRY...I AM WILLING TO SERVE AS 24/7 SLAVE AND CONTINUE TO SERVE TILL DEATH. I DON'T HAVE ANY OBJECTIONS IF ANY MODIFICATION DONE TO MY BODY LIKE IF I AM CONVERTED INTO SHE MALE OR ETC...........I LIKE TO LEARN NEW THINGS AND WILLING TO SERVE AND DO ANYTHING WITHOUT ANY HESITATION.<br />
I WANT A OWNER WHICH WANT MY BODY, SOUL AND MIND BUT NOT MONEY BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE MONEY TO GIVE TRIBUTE OR ANY GIFT BUT I HAVE ONLY ONE THING TO GIVE IS MY BODY AND TOTAL SERVITUDE. I WANT THAT MY OWNER WILL TAKES ME TO NEW LEVEL OF SLAVERY AND SUBMISSION........<br />
IF YOU ARE WILLING TO OWN A SLAVE PLEASE JUST THINK ABOUT ME AND GIVE ME A CHACE TO SERVE.......<br />
CONTACT- <a href="mailto:slaveatyourservice@gmail.com">slaveatyourservice@gmail.com</a></div>

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			<dc:creator>slave4torture</dc:creator>
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			<title>Blah-g #5</title>
			<link>http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/blog.php?b=280</link>
			<pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 20:04:00 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Omfs. I feel so horrible. I woke up and vomited. I feel so cold. I'm sad because I didnt see my Master. I miss him so much. I've got goose bumps I'm so cold. My stomach hurts.  
 
If you've ever gotten mad and your stomach hurts that's what my stomach feels like. It hurts to cough. I'm so weak.  
...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Omfs. I feel so horrible. I woke up and vomited. I feel so cold. I'm sad because I didnt see my Master. I miss him so much. I've got goose bumps I'm so cold. My stomach hurts. <br />
<br />
If you've ever gotten mad and your stomach hurts that's what my stomach feels like. It hurts to cough. I'm so weak. <br />
<br />
I just wanna sleep. I wish I could, but I cant at least not at the moment.  <br />
<br />
Well I finished the pencil sketch for my commish that was asked of me. I'll post the bio towards the end. <br />
<br />
I'm actually happy how my very first furry came out. Just gotta do some minor changes. I gotta take pics and then ink it and then color it and then take more pics...why? I dont have a damn scanner. <br />
<br />
So yeah...I'll prolly post more as a blah-g or not...so yeah..<br />
<br />
My head hurts...off to vomit my guts out....<br />
<br />
and I'm pissed as fuck. Shit of mine is going missing...I'ma kill! <br />
<br />
Hahahaahaa....I'ma get a scanner on friday so now I can do commissions.<br />
<br />
And tomorrow I get photoshop pro. <br />
<br />
 <br />
So I'll have some uber nice piccys. I'll post them in my sheezy.<br />
<br />
so yeah I'm kinda happy.<br />
<br />
Cant wait for tomorrow and friday. Hopefully I'll see my Master tomorrow and spend the day with him on friday.<br />
<br />
Well off to go bug him. weee<br />
<br />
Here's Blutige's bio<br />
<br />
Name: Blutige Nägel<br />
<br />
Alias: Defektes Herz<br />
<br />
Age: Thirties.<br />
<br />
Gender: Male.<br />
<br />
Species: Cat (Cat Furry), with red fur, green eyes, black ears, black end of tail, black hands and feet.<br />
<br />
Abilities: Cannot die so easily, heals quickly, and likes to rip his heart out to just freak people out.<br />
<br />
Quote: &quot;What is red and dripping blood? My heart, which I am about to rip out.&quot;<br />
<br />
Bio: Blutige Nägel's history is only known to himself, since he comes and goes so quickly after leaving his targeted people dead.<br />
He is hired by a very small company for Assassins, so far he is the only bed guy to hire to kill someone. Blutige has made a lot of money from his job, but he hardly uses his money to buy things for himself. He usually sleeps in ally's and abandoned buildings, mostly abandoned Churches.</div>

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			<dc:creator>HelenaKitten</dc:creator>
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			<title>Blah-g #4</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 17:36:44 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[How pale is the moon 
Her light barely able to pierce the night sky 
She holds me to her breast, whispering sweet nothings in my ear 
O how I wish I could save her, she doesn't want to be saved 
How in vain I try as she laughs when I die  
 
 
Sorry...*shrugs* It just popped out of my head. Not...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><i>How pale is the moon<br />
Her light barely able to pierce the night sky<br />
She holds me to her breast, whispering sweet nothings in my ear<br />
O how I wish I could save her, she doesn't want to be saved<br />
How in vain I try as she laughs when I die </i><br />
<br />
<br />
Sorry...*shrugs* It just popped out of my head. Not much more to talk about. Life at home is getting worse. *sighs* I'm gettin bitched at for not being in school. I could have been in this program called Twain last year but <b><i>SOMEONE</i></b> said I wasn't interested. And I'm the one who's gettin the shit for it. <br />
<br />
College is to overwhelming for me. So much damn paperwork, so many people....it's too much for an anti-social person like me....and this is where (for you fuckers who actually read my blog) go *gasp* she's anti-social?! She's so friendly and weird! <br />
<br />
Fuck I'm running out of things to write! Oh well. Boredom Kills. I'm thinking of doing JTHM fanart. <br />
<br />
I got my sheezy up for awhile, that is if nothing happens to the page then I'm good cuz if not I gotta recover my account and speak of the fucking devil, I got someone who wants me to do a commish for him! I already did a contest entry for him. I think he's my only friend on that site. But it's cool. Too bad I don't have a fucking scanner <br />
<br />
Link for meh sheezy {http://lightkirayagami.sheezyart.com/}<br />
<br />
*screams in a violent rage breaking shit and trying to kill inanimate objects*<br />
<br />
Sorry...I really want a scanner, a Nintendo DS, a Bamboo Fun Tablet, a PSP and a better sketchbook with some more art supplies.  But being me! I'm a poor mother fucker. <br />
<br />
Uh....hmmmhn.....so yeah...<br />
<br />
Post later today or tomorrow. Or not...depends on my mood....so yeah...<br />
<br />
Fuck off!</div>

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			<dc:creator>HelenaKitten</dc:creator>
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			<title>Just Dennis aka denm_uk from Worcester, Monday 11th November 2008</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 13:01:08 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Hi there, Dennis aka denm_uk here, good afternoon ~ or good morning/evening, depending what time zone you’re in whilst reading this latest web blog of mine on BDSM Library… :wave: 
 
Date and time check: it’s almost 12:00 noon on Tuesday 11th November 2008 here in Worcester, England; but likely...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Hi there, Dennis aka denm_uk here, good afternoon ~ or good morning/evening, depending what time zone you’re in whilst reading this latest web blog of mine on BDSM Library… :wave:<br />
<br />
Date and time check: it’s almost 12:00 noon on Tuesday 11th November 2008 here in Worcester, England; but likely will be mid afternoon before I get around to posting it online, weather for a change is dry and sunny after two days of mostly rain and it’s rather mild for this time of year. <br />
<br />
Ok… <br />
<br />
Some of you may have read my previous comments, both in form of a blog and a posting in the personals forum on this site, regarding my desire to make some radical changes to my current lifestyle and to seek out someone special out there who might be willing and able to take a rather shy and insecure, submissive fifty one year old male in less than perfect condition (mostly wear &amp; tear and rust!) and help him (me) rediscover what life is really all about, as her personal student in the world of domination and submission.<br />
<br />
Not had much response so far, had posted on such sites as alt.com and others without any signs of hope or progress, so last Friday took the decision to upgrade membership somewhere that seemed to give more chance of some success (well that is what I hope) in the next few months.<br />
<br />
I am talking of BDSM Singles…<br />
<br />
So far I have written to a few on there, most of them within reasonable travelling distance for me should I be fortunate enough to get a favourable response, but there is one lady that I have written to who I fear I might have already lost my heart to, I saw her picture on her profile and that was that… :rose:<br />
<br />
Cannot tell you who it is as yet, maybe someday soon if we start chatting, maybe more so if I get the chance to meet her, you will just have to take my word that just by looking at the picture of her face something clicked for me, just got to be patient and wait, and hope… ;rose;<br />
<br />
Apart from that I am mostly doing a lot of reading, offline as well as online, have searched for information relating to the D/s lifestyle that I still believe holds the key to my future happiness and maybe even fulfilment as an individual, there is a lot to take in ~ though some I have read before, likely some years ago when I wasn’t as sure about what I wanted as I am now.<br />
<br />
I wish that I had friends that I could talk to, online as well as in real life, there isn’t anyone on MSN or Yahoo that I chat to who is into or interested in this topic, and as far as ICQ is concerned there’s just an empty contact list so it hardly gets used, maybe someday soon I will find the courage to do something I used to do many years ago and that is to go to a munch somewhere…<br />
<br />
I suppose it is mostly because of the way I feel at this time that I have again become interested in the BDSM and fetish scene, the truth is I feel I am at a crossroads in my life and desperately want to run away (literally), to leave this existence far behind and to be someone’s personal 24/7 submissive partner, to spend some time learning and being taught by an experienced, patient and understanding woman, and if that means surrendering my freedom and liberty for six months or so, then so be it.<br />
<br />
I wish that I could talk about myself, try and say why I am feeling like this, why I feel that I am at present living a life without meaning or purpose, why it was that I decided to join BDSM Library and more recently BDSM Singles. Maybe soon I will find someone out there who I can sit down and talk to, even better if that person is the lady I’ve already mentioned or someone of that standard, that I feel would really be good for my heart and soul.<br />
<br />
Well that is all, thank you for taking the time to listen…<br />
<br />
Bye for now, back soon though might be around online if anyone wants to say hello :yahoo:</div>

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			<title>Complicated</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 10:21:57 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[At the dinner table tonight: Boyfriend, Bike Boy, the roommate of Boyfriend's crush (neither the roommate nor the crush know that I'm sleeping with Bike Boy), and me. Boyfriend cooked dinner, incredible from-scratch Japanese food, and afterwards we all watched a movie together. I have an agreement...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>At the dinner table tonight: Boyfriend, Bike Boy, the roommate of Boyfriend's crush (neither the roommate nor the crush know that I'm sleeping with Bike Boy), and me. Boyfriend cooked dinner, incredible from-scratch Japanese food, and afterwards we all watched a movie together. I have an agreement with Bike Boy that we not flirt openly, and tonight this meant that I was almost too overwhelmed with desire to even look him in the eyes. He texted me today that he bought a toy of some sort (it's a surprise) and some quality butt lube... my sex drive went through the roof with just one short text-message conversation. Meanwhile I'm on a day's forced orgasm denial from being rude to my Master, so there was no way to get myself off and relieve even a smidgen of tension...<br />
<br />
...which leads to now, 2:30 in the morning, Boyfriend peacefully sleeping in the other room, me awake. Frustrated. Horny. Torn in three directions and wholly myself. I have no business surfing porn when I can't orgasm, but I'm doing it anyway. What's one more small torment right now?<br />
<br />
Dreamy thoughts of a never-gonna-happen threesome are floating through my head in search of a reality they take place in.</div>

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