This is the last day of 2009. We are in the waning hours of not only the year, but also the decade. The past year has been an interesting one to say the least. I’m reminded of the time I went four-wheeling in the mountains of Colorado. It was in July, the middle of the summer, and yet, on that day, I experienced all four seasons in the space of a few hours – we went from about 85 degrees at the base of the mountain, to snow and freezing temps as we neared the top. Anyway, this year was a lot like that. From lowest lows to the most ecstatic of highs, all jumbled together into one helluva roller-coaster ride.
{31 December, 2009}
Year’s End Message
{11 November, 2009}
Family Reunions
Old friends, re-united. It was a good day at Dogan. Friends I hadn’t seen in quite a while dropped by.
With the purchase of the new whore – a true and unending painslut. She’s a crazy, panther like slut, but we love her dearly!
Other friends, whom I haven’t seen for nearly as long, such a sight for my eyes. Lovely people, a wonderful man, and his slave who is as lovely on the inside, as she looks on the outside.
{20 January, 2009}
SL Happens….
There is a saying that goes around Second Life; “SL happens”. It’s akin to the old saying “shit happens”. And it does. Usually, it does in a way that is inconsistent with your own wants and desires.
Recently, I have found myself on the shit end of that stick. My own doing really. I’m a free woman once again. The time I had with my Master was exceptionally exquisite. I love him, and always will. I had a great time with him, and I learned so much from him, I can’t even begin to recount it all. The fact is, I’m just not a very good slave. I ‘m a bit too wild, and a bit to eccentric, and a bit to egotistical to be contained as a proper slave should.
It was painful to lose my former Master. Painful in ways I can only begin to describe (and not the good physical kind of pain either). We are still close. Sill friends. We still talk frequently, which has helped mitigate the pain.
So…I’m back training slaves at the Dark Den, and feminizing men at the Forced Feminization University. I will forever cherish the time I belonged to my Master. My regret is that I was not able to be the slave he wants, and deserves. My feeling remains, that he is the absolute best Master, anywhere, anytime, anyplace – bar none. No other would have been able to put a collar around my neck, and I can say with confidence, that no other will.
