My Christmas Gift....
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Posted:Dec 21, 2013 1:56 pm
Last Updated:Dec 25, 2013 9:20 am 44774 Views
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For perspective .... I am a huge animal lover, particularly for abused, neglected and feral animals. I have a 'herd' of feral cats, of various ages, I feed at a car dealership I do some work for. Yesterday, I noted one of them, that I hadn't seen before, looked as if it had had it's tail literally ripped off. Raw exposed flesh on it's back side and I could only imagine it's pain, not to mention it's been freezing here. As I was getting the food placed here and there (Many of them don't share well with others), this tail-less scrawny one started to eat out of the bowl fairly close to Me that I hadn't placed yet. Trust Me, it had to have been starving to get that close to Me without giving Me much of a second thought. That it was starving was also attested to by the rate of speed that it ate, the ribs I could count and the gaunt look on it's face. I slowly reached for it to see if I could pet it. I could get within inches before it sort of backed up just a tad and gave Me the look of "Could you just let me eat, I'm starving, hurting and scared as hell". We read each others eyes and I let the cat continue eating without interruption from Me.
I knew I could 'rescue' this cat and get it some medical attention ... And that I couldn't live with Myself if I didn't. I have a fish net I've used once before on a 'botched' rescue attempt (See Blog) and I knew that since this cat had essentially sat next to Me to eat, I'd be able to 'net it' easily. I didn't have it with Me, so I went back today.
Yes, the cat was there today ... But there was a problem. I've found that a feral cat's willingness to come close to you to eat is a function of how hungry they are. Having eaten yesterday, the cat (nor any of them) was none to eager to get close to Me at all. After an hour or so of sweet talking and coaxing, I could tell it was futile. The cat and the others sort of hunkered under the bushes/brush giving Me the "Would you just fucking leave so we can eat" look. I left.
The only solution I can come up with to rescue the cat is to starve it. Well, not actually 'starve', but to get it good and hungry. Normally, I drop by and feed them every other day - Or sometimes on a third day. By that third day, they greet Me when I get there and I hear a chorus of meows as I prep their food. They dart about and I can tell they're glad to see Me. As such, I have decided to not feed them again until Christmas. That will make four days since they've been fed and I know they will be very happy to hear My "here kitty, kitty, kitty". With any luck, 'The Rescue' will happen then ..... Thus 'My Christmas Present'. Why am I hearing that song 'You Gotta be Cruel to be Kind'?
As a side note, if you want to watch a very heart warming video of the rescue of a living in a trash pile, go to that tube place and type in 'Miley Rescue'. It will make your day!
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Let it snow.....
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Posted:Dec 21, 2013 6:24 am
Last Updated:Dec 22, 2013 7:58 am 44839 Views
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I'm up early this morning .... I racked out at 0510, which is VERY unusual for Me. Why, you ask? To get the snow shoveling done before people have walked on the sidewalks.
Those of you who have to shovel snow know what I'm talking about. For those of you who don't, here's the scoop. When people walk (or drive) on freshly fallen snow, it gets compressed and frozen. When you subsequently shovel, your shovel glides right over the footprints/tire tracks, or gets stuck on them. Unless you are incredibly ambitious (I qualify), this leaves the prints/tracks on an otherwise cleared sidewalk or driveway. Being somewhat (a lot) anal, this 'annoys' Me. I like My sidewalks and driveway devoid of footprints/tracks.
Here at our Townhouse Association we have a volunteer force to keep our sidewalks shoveled .... Volunteers are assigned stretches of sidewalks to be responsible for. My particular areas equal about 75 yards or so. This is in addition to My driveway and My neighbor's driveway. My neighbors are a Mother & combo (63 & 36 perhaps?) We have a deal - I shovel snow and they keep the leaves cleaned up in the Fall. All in all, you could call it a 'shit-load' of shoveling responsibility.
Yesterday afternoon I took a nap and woke up at about 5:20 to approximately 2 inches of snow. Fuck! Grab the shovel and head out to preclude footprints and tire tracks. Too late. An hour & 1/2 later I'm finally done shoveling. It's still snowing too, so I know this is merely round #1. I had an event to attend and got home from that about 11:00 .... Out for round #2. Damn all this snow and damn, damn, damn all the footprints! I finally got the shoveling done (again) and was double tired. The snow had stopped, so I 'thought' this might be the end of it.
That brings us to this morning. That little voice we all hear woke Me up early and said, "More snow fell last night!". I look out the window and FUCK! the voice was right. Round #3 awaits. Grab the shovel and out I go. The bright side? I was up and at em early enough to preclude having any new footprints to hinder My work. Approximately an hour later and I'm having My first cup of Joe. Yummy!
Did I mention the 'Organizer' of the volunteer shovel brigade was out of town and had asked Me to cover his sidewalks too? He sent Me an Email before he left stating, "There's no snow in the forecast, so I doubt I'll need you to cover for me....." Famous last words.
Compared to a lot of you people who are buried in snow, I have it easy. I can almost hear you saying, "Want some cheese with that whine?". For all of you in warmer areas with no snow to contend with each Winter ... Count your blessings. Of course you don't get to have snowball fights, which I consider the eighth wonder of the world.
My feet are still cold....
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Chief Joseph
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Posted:Dec 17, 2013 8:50 am
Last Updated:Dec 18, 2013 7:15 am 42236 Views
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Chief Joseph was the leader of the Nez Perce Indian tribe that roamed Idaho and surrounding areas in a time long forgotten. Their land was taken, but not easily. They were fierce and elusive fighters, having outsmarted the 'white man' on more than one occasion. Inevitably, numbers prevailed and The Nez Perce War came to an end. This is Chief Joseph's surrender speech. It is a testament to his leadership, his compassion and his eloquence.
Chief Joseph's Surrender Speech at Bears Paw Battle
October 5, 1877
Tell General Howard I know his Heart. What He told me before I have in my heart. I am tired of fighting, Looking Glass is dead. too-Hul-hul-sote is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led on the young men is dead. It is cold and we have no blankets. The little are freezing to death. My people, some of them have run away to the hills, and have no blankets, no food; no one knows where they are--perhpas freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me, my chiefs. I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever."
This was a man among men. A great man and a great leader.
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The Combination......
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Posted:Dec 15, 2013 5:51 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2016 5:50 am 42943 Views
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I enjoy the combination but must confess to feeling a slight bit of pleasure knowing that she does not enjoy receiving the pain as much as I enjoy giving it.
The above quote was a comment I received when I responded to another's blog post. I'd made a comment about The Combination of inflicting pleasure and pain. I enjoy both ... Moans of pleasure and moans of pain make My blood run hot.
When My slave endures the pain I inflict upon her ... her moaning is intoxicating. The yelps, cries, and body flinchings drive Me to inflict more and more until I determine she needs some time to gather herself .... A stroke on the cheek or a brush of her hair, combined with whispering 'Good girl' in her ear. Then back to business - Onward and upward. When I take My belt or buggy whip to her ass, pussy or tits, she endures much until the pain causes her to twist and attempt to turn a way from her torment. A few more strokes and then I take pause. Yes, she endures - she endures because she knows how it pleases Me when she does so and it is very deeply ingrained into her psyche to please .... she is incapable of doing otherwise. Red, bruised and welted tits, nipples, pussy and ass - Yet she endures.
I additionally love listening to her moans of pleasure. When I'm fucking her pussy or ass with various dildos, I love the sounds she emits. When she's on her knees with her ass up in the air and holding her ass cheeks wide apart, I give her the full length of My largest dildo - The moans ring out. As she has told Me ... It's a love/hate relationship when I have her ass deeply stuffed. At times as she's taking it, I allow her to massage her clit until she asks (as required) to cum. "Yes My little cunt, you may cum". This is a unique combination of moans I now hear. The moans from having her ass stretched combined with the moaning pleasure of her orgasm ... Such a delightful sound indeed.
Or the moans of pleasure I hear when I use the magic wand on her or the arsenal of vibrating dildos, eggs, etc. I use in and on her pussy. The moaning leading up to the question, "Master, may your cunt slave cum?" Then I allow her to orgasm .... I love the sounds she emits when she cums and her pussy clenches so tight I am barely able to continue fucking her with the toys. This is one slave who could never fake an orgasm - Nor would she ever. The death grip her pussy puts on the toys is a clear indicator.
The moans of pain and pleasure ... Which do I enjoy more? As a semi-sadist, I love inflicting pain and listening to the resulting cries and moans of pain. As a loving Master, I love providing My slave her moment in the sun ... When I provide her an orgasm that curls her toes. If I had to choose? "Come here and lay across My lap - your ass is not a bright enough red".
Oh .... she obeys well. Very well - always ... and she gladly endures. Such a good girl she is!
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Old Ironsides
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Posted:Nov 28, 2013 6:51 am
Last Updated:Nov 30, 2013 8:57 am 46119 Views
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For those not as much a history buff as Myself, 'Old Ironsides' was the nickname of the USS Constitution. Ironsides, because it did indeed have iron on the sides for protection during combat - Our first ironclad ship. Today she sits in Boston Harbor and I was fortunate enough to visit her many years ago. If I remember My history, she was scheduled to be 'scuttled' because of age and other factors until this poem was published. Then she became the National Treasure she is today. Well done Oliver!
Old Ironsides
By Oliver Wendell Holmes
September 16, 1830
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky;
Beneath it rung the battle shout,
And burst the cannon's roar;--
The meteor of the ocean air
Shall sweep the clouds no more.
Her deck, once red with heroes' blood,
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o'er the flood,
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor's tread,
Or know the conquered knee;--
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!
Oh, better that her shattered bulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
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Why do we do this?
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Posted:Nov 27, 2013 7:47 am
Last Updated:May 15, 2016 5:51 am 45443 Views
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No .... Not engage in the BDSM lifestyle. We do that because that's who we are at our very core.
Why do we fill up on other foods at the Thanksgiving feast and leave so little room for what really matters? If you have to ask what really matters, you are obviously not a pumpkin pie affection-ado. With pumpkin pie and whipped cream (now there's a naughty thought) available, why do we eat anything else?
There it is .... A slice of pumpkin pie so covered with whipped cream that we can barely make out the edges. Hell, why do we even slow down to grab a fork? 
Accordingly, scoot away from that table a bit earlier tomorrow and save plenty of room for the main course.
If your mileage varies, you simply don't 'get it'! 
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The Obligatory....
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Posted:Nov 26, 2013 8:20 am
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2013 6:39 am 44350 Views
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Thanksgiving blog. Many have popped up and more to come as Thursday approaches. There are the usual things we each mention we are thankful for .... Friends, family, health, spouse, etc. For these things we should be thankful! Often throughout the year I see individuals in a bad way - Financially, physically, emotionally ... You name it, and I always think "There, but for the grace of God, go I'. I am fortunate in many ways, as are most of you. Certainly we have the normal (little) gripes we can commiserate over but, by and large, we are all in pretty good shape (Let's hope!)
I sat here and thought to Myself, "What is the #1 thing you are thankful for?" Can our thanks be prioritized? Is your health more important than your family? If you had to throw all other 'Thankfulness's' away and only hang onto one, what would it be? Yes people, you have to come up with the #1 thing ..... Why am I reminded of a David Letterman top ten list about now?
Mine would be that I now have grandchildren - Particularly a grandson to pass on My family name. I was the Last of the Mohicans in our family - The lone male with the family name. I never had a . My had My grandson out of wedlock, so he has My name to carry on. Why is that so important to Me? I came from strong and proud stock. Honest, honorable and hard working people (leaders) who made their own successful ways in the world. Everyone served their country - My father (and an uncle) are buried at Arlington National Cemetery. I'm proud of My heritage and I want it passed forward with the family name intact. I feel I owed that to My ancestors ... Not to let a proud name die.
I'll give thanks for many things, yet I'll thank God the most for allowing Me this honor.
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Do Clothes Make The Man?
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Posted:Nov 22, 2013 6:22 am
Last Updated:Nov 26, 2013 1:23 pm 44053 Views
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Or should I say "Does wearing black clothes make the Man/Dominant?"
I suppose I see as many photos on here as the rest of you and I often see the Dominant or Master dressed in black clothing. Yes, I know this is probably required by Section 6, Article 1 of the Dominant's Code of Conduct. Personally, I can appreciate the viewpoint that wearing black somehow compliments the Dominant's 'aura' and I do adhere to the philosophy of "To Each His Own'. As a VERY casual dresser, I have never gone the black clothing route. Wait! I do have a black Japanese kimono I have worn once or twice in the past ... more for the comfort than the color. Does not going with the Johnny Cash look make Me any less of a Dominant? Does doing so make Me any more of a Dominant?
Let's look at the other side of the coin for a moment ... From the submissive or slave's point of view. They are the ones that possibly are effected by the 'visual' image of the Dominant in black. Perhaps psychologically it adds to their submission or to their enjoyment or enhances the 'scene' in some other fashion. Sets the 'mood', if you will.
OK all of you Dominants and submissives out there - What's your take on this?
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Botched Kidnapping
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Posted:Nov 20, 2013 7:51 am
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2013 7:49 am 45154 Views
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If you've read many of My blogs at all, you know I feed a 'group' of feral cats at one of the car dealerships I work at. Every other day or so, I stop by and fill their food containers and then sit there for a while to watch them slowly come out of their hiding spots to gobble as much food as they can as fast as they can. Head down and gobble and then head up to make sure I pose no danger to them.
I have begun to identify their personalities a bit from My observations. Observation #1 ... Feral cats do not share well with others. When too many gather to feast at once, someone always gets 'grumpy' and starts growling and then slapping the weaker ones. There is one jet black one (six months old?) that has a bum front paw it favors. I suppose to compensate for it's misfortune, it has had to become very aggressive to assure it gets it's 'fair share'. When it's eating, it constantly emits a growling sound as if to say, "One step closer and I'll rip your throat out!" The others pay attention and generally give it a wide berth. Knowing this, I always give it a separate plate to eat from so others do not have to go near it.
There is one I have identified as 'the runt' of the litter/gang. It is completely grey with a very cute face. It always comes out of hiding first and meows at Me when I arrive and is the first one to the food I put out ... Munch, munch, munch. Being the runt, it is the first one to get 'bounced' from the food trough by the others too. It will then sit back and, apparently, wait for the others to finish so it can clean up any scraps. I feel sorry for it ... The runt and thin from being the last one fed. What to do, what to do?
I know .... I'll capture it, take it home and give it a warm and safe place to live. The best laid plans of mice and men. I took a fishing net with Me last Saturday when I went to feed them .... Good plan? I put the food out and sat there with My net at the ready. Sure enough 'runt' is out immediately to begin feasting and I have the net in place ready to scoop it when it's in a vulnerable position. The runt sees the net there and hesitates for a bit, but it's hunger overtakes caution and it begins to eat. I swiftly have the net over it and runt does what you'd expect a captured wild animal to do .... Jump, twist, fight, jump, summer salt, yada, yada. Not thinking it through from the beginning, I thought to Myself, 'I should grab it up' ... Then I answered Myself, 'You want your hand bitten and scratched to pieces?' As I was thinking 'What the fuck do I do now?' runt got it's head through a weak spot in the net. Fuck, I have to grab it now. Don't fucking do it - Your hand will get shredded! Then runt had a leg through too. FUCK! In another flash, runt was gone.
You dumb fuck! Ever think of gloves or having a towel to throw over it once it's netted? Well, yeah I thought of that - AFTER runt had escaped. Back to square one. Again gain trust and try try again. I went back over on Monday for 'the feeding' and runt, who normally comes out to tell Me to 'hurry up' was nowhere to be seen. I put food in all the various containers and sat there to again observe. Where's runt? Finally, I see it poke it's head out of the bushes to contemplate coming to get something to eat. Seeing Me, the decision was 'No fucking way!' It's scared of Me now (SHIT!) and I foresee a long trail in the gaining trust category. God knows what will happen the next time runt sees Me with a (repaired) fish net. Patience is a virtue.
Today (Wednesday) is feeding day again, so we'll see what happens. G
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Water Sports
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Posted:Nov 6, 2013 8:29 am
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2013 7:50 am 47847 Views
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Not a topic I see discussed here very often. Personally, I love peeing all over a submissive's face and body .... Just something about it!  And to Me, it's one of the more 'ultimate' forms of submission ... Allowing one's self to be peed on is, in My humble opinion, submission in it's purest form.
I also enjoy a submissive that will drink My piss right from the spout, commonly referred to as My cock. A notch above merely being peed on. Love her looking up into My eyes as she drinks the golden nectar. Overcoming the 'ick' factor to serve her Master.
Drinking pineapple juice makes urine 'sweeter'. Nothing like a submissive asking, "Master, would you like some pineapple juice?" Now what could she have in mind? 
OK folks .... Who enjoys water sports? I'd like to hear from the pitchers and the catchers...
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