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Kneel, bitch.................Forever BabieGothika
8/2/2010 10:50 pm |
++My Master said to me today because i asked Him what is going to happens to me if one day i disobey Him: "kneel, bitch u live to obey ME and nothing more i should slap your puta face for saying that shit, about disobedience, bitch, slap you hard, puta dont u ever say that again, comprendes???   
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8/3/2010 8:12 am |
Sorry, I wasn't paying attention, I was just staring at the picture with doggie urges...
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8/6/2010 12:30 am |
I have doggie urges too, mm, mm, mm, mmmmmm.... Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I'm humping the air right now, I'm air humping. Maybe if we run around outside, and circle her pen, she'll come out, and we can hold her down and take her! Of course, as long as we pay respect to her safe word...
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8/11/2010 2:39 am |
When tears, apologies, begging for mercy, and all that, are just what the doctor ordered, it's hard to always know when to stop, 'cause you get caught up. Guys don't like the idea of a safe word. They say, "I'm supposed to stop when I hear the word 'blue?' What's that!" They feel it takes away from the realness of it all, and realism is key. But, a wise man should always know to give his kitty some room when her tail starts swishing. One too many smacks to her backside can end him up in the emergency room with a broken nose. So, being that it's all, really, just a play, just a dance, and that we want to keep on dancing!, the creative use of a safe word really has a place, for both parties. While I have no experience with safe words. Maybe I do. I really don't remember. ...Oh, yeah, that's right, I do!...  Worked great! But that's beside the point. I thought of a couple creative concepts that once enjoyed and appreciated by both parties, "all will be well in the garden." (Peter Sellers, Being There) I'll give you a couple examples, but the cultivation of the concepts between the two creative parties will be even more meaningful.Numero Uno: The Ultimate Concession I once knew a sister, who, as a child, would tease her brother, a very laid back, good-hearted, big brother. He took care of her, and she loved him to the ends of the earth. But there was nothing more tempting to this little sister than to keep pushing her rock of a big brothers buttons. All day long, she would try to think of new things to say, new things to do, only to be rebuffed with indifference. She would go into his room and rumage around, trying to find something, and she always did, eventually. One day, she struck pay dirt, love letters from a girl, a very secret relationship. And so, it was marching back and forth in front of everybody, reading at the top of her lungs, all the juicy bits, that finally got her brother to pounce. And once the pummeling and torture began, there was no stopping it. She would take all she could, because she was the winner until the very end. But, she knew the words she would have to utter. The last words on earth a little sister would ever want her brother to hear coming from her lips, the admission that he was indeed, "The Great White Chief." Numero Two-o: Theatrical Comedy Even the strongest, toughest, meanest master has his weakness, his Achilles' heel, a fear, a superstition, his heart, his sense of humor. It can be of great value for his slave to know this. It may take some research for the younger slave, for this example of being able to difuse a potentially hot situation. You tube is the place to go. There is a particularly attractive female in our history of famous victims, who stands as a shining example to all the young and beautiful slaves, who know how to use their sweet, angelic voices, as a last resort, in times of peril. Sweet Polly Purebred. Her call, a song, that takes the heart of the wildest beast, and strikes fear into all villans who know, having seen the series, the doom that is eminent, not to mention the structural damage of their secret hideout, if they do not release their conquest at once! Oh, where, oh, where has my underdog gone? Oh, where, oh, where can he beeee?! The master, realizing, that in the pursuit of ultimate power, can come ultimate consequence, will, almost always, recoil, in horror, losing his balance, falling to one knee, and saying, "Wha'd you have to say that for?!" Somewhat safe in the fact that crime will live to fight another day, or after a commercial break, the master regains his composure, thanking the good lord in heaven, and letting his victim know, that he is just as evil as he ever was, taking a drink, and shaking his fist in the air, he bellows, "Dam you, Underdog!" Respect for humor, above all else, be true. In rain, or sleet, or heavens above, it's just little old me, Bunny Love...
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8/27/2010 1:29 am |
U r a good asset for ur master
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