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Posted:Dec 24, 2012 10:28 am
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2013 7:31 am 47673 Views
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I wish you a Merry Christmas
I wish you a Merry Christmas
I wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year!
Love and Peace to all My friends. G
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It broke My heart....
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Posted:Oct 9, 2012 3:00 pm
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2013 6:42 am 47080 Views
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Today as I was driving to My first work location, I looked ahead and saw a dead cat in one of the two lanes going the opposite direction I was. I started to slow down with the intention of turning at a nearby intersection and walking back to place the cat in the shade by the side of the road ... With the hope the owners might find it and know what had happened to their cat.
As I was perhaps twenty yards from the cat, it raised it's head and looked around as if to say, "Dear God, someone please help me". I immediately got into the turn lane and stopped just ahead of the cat. I went to it and gently scooped it up with both hands. It was breathing heavily and looked at Me, but it was obvious the cat wasn't long for this world. I knew of a veterinarian approximately one mile from where I was, so I placed the cat in the passenger cushion and made a bee line for it to have the cat euthanized.
I drove with one hand and softly petted the cat with the other until I got there and then took him (her?) inside and explained the situation to the assistant at the front desk. She placed Me in a room to wait for the vet. I laid the cat on the table and cradled it's head in the palm of one hand as I continued to pet it. I spoke softly and told it, "It's OK, someone loves you". By now the breathing had stopped, yet it still jerked and convulsed periodically. The vet came in and checked for a heartbeat and she said it still had a faint one, so she gave the cat a shot directly to the heart to end it's suffering. By now, there were tears running down My cheeks and snot out of My nose.
I asked the vet if they had the means to dispose of the body or if I needed to bury it. She nodded affirmatively, handed Me a box of kleenex, patted My shoulder and then left the room for Me to be alone. It took Me several minutes to compose Myself before I could go out to the front desk and tell the assistant I needed to go out to My van to get My wallet. She told Me there would be no charge.
I have a soft heart in general and all the more so when it comes to animals. Having an animal die in My hands was not what I expected when I woke up this morning. I'm sure this cat was loved and provided a family with lots of love in return. I'm sorry they will never know what happened to it, yet perhaps that's for the best.
They always say to tell the people you love that you love them because you may never see them again. Do the same for your pets ... They can be gone in a heartbeat.
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Now I'm pissed.....
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Posted:Jul 4, 2012 6:46 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2014 3:11 pm 51419 Views
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I had a blog on here which directed people to an incredible music video at the 'tube'.
ALT, in their infinite wisdom, deleted the title of it as well as where to find it.
Anyone have a clue why ALT does this? Christ! What's the big deal?
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Back on the Ropes....
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Posted:Jun 19, 2012 3:02 pm
Last Updated:Nov 6, 2013 6:42 am 50026 Views
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That's the name of the book I bought today over at Barnes & Nobles. It's authors are 'Two Knotty Boys'. It's an illustrated guide on tying various types of knots and different forms of rope bondage from beginner to intermediate to advanced.
As a side note, when I took it to the check stand, I laid the book on the counter with it's back showing .... That's where the bar code was for the 'lady' to scan. She said, "Oh, a book on knots" and then scanned it and turned it over to put it in a bag. It was then she saw the cover, which showed two models in rope bondage. She looked at Me with a sort of embarrassed look and I said, "Yeah, those kinds of knots". I sort of got a kick out of that.
I went to My van in the parking lot and looked through the book more thoroughly than I had when I was inside the store. There are 'lots' of knots to learn how to tie .... I already knew how to tie a square knot, but some of the others are pretty intricate. You have to pretty much 'master' all the knots because all of them are subsequently incorporated into the bondage examples (Of which there are many). Now it'll be over to REI to buy some good rope to teach Myself and practice the knots.
As a side note, the book is photo illustrated and takes you through everything step by step. Easy to follow and the photos are well done so you can see exactly what you're supposed to do one step at a time. I give it 'two thumbs up'.
I see a lot of rope bondage photos on ALT and have many times thought, 'I wish I knew how to tie that sort of bondage'. Well, the time has come to teach Myself! G
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Cunt
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Posted:Apr 27, 2012 6:58 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2016 5:16 am 53334 Views
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What's your take on the word?
We see it all the time here on ALT, either referring to a submissive or synonymous for her pussy. I think we are programmed from our early (Probably pre-BDSM) days to think of it as a derogatory term e.g. "she's a real cunt!".
On ALT we see submissives or slaves referring to themselves as their Dominant's or Master's cunt .... And Dominants & Masters referring to their submissive or slave as their cunt.
I know some cringe at the use of the word, while others relish in it. Personally, I refer to a pussy as a pussy rather than a cunt, yet I love to call My submissive or slave (If I had one) 'cunt'. This comes totally as a term of endearment with no derogatory overtones on My part.
Your thoughts?
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I'm stealing....
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Posted:Apr 24, 2012 3:11 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2016 5:18 am 49209 Views
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Well, sort of anyways. If you want to see the BEST wiener and marshmallow roasters, go to the blog 'Puddle of Love' by puddle. I wish I knew how to work iron - I'd make a gazillion of these because I know they'd sell like hotcakes.
Hmmmm ..... Maybe subcontract this out? 
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Blowing in the Wind....
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Posted:Mar 5, 2012 1:56 pm
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2013 4:10 pm 47903 Views
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These lyrics are timeless....
How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must a cannonball fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind (Chorus)
How many years can a mountain exit
Before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?
(Chorus)
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
(Chorus)
The lyrics are one thing, but to hear it to music is quite another. Go to Youtube and and listen to Peter, Paul and Mary sing 'Blowing in the Wind' .... 1966 version. You'll thank yourself. G
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slave
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Posted:Feb 26, 2012 5:57 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2016 5:19 am 48770 Views
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I chat now and then with a woman who is new to the whole BDSM scene and the conversation always comes around to what is the difference between a submissive and a slave. The first thing I preface things with is that there are no hard and fast rules carved in granite anywhere and that if you asked 100 people this, you'd get 100 different answers. Each of you reading this have your own definitions.
For My perspective, I tell them that 1) all slaves are submissives although all submissives are not slaves and 2) a submissive will have any number of 'limits' whereas a slave will have fewer .... And some will profess to have none. Clear as mud, right? That's about as far as I take a differentiation, because I don't like to come across as some all knowing, all seeing wizard of BDSM.
Speaking of a slave with a professed 'no limits' profile (Shifting gears a bit here). Aside from the obvious fake and BS profiles, I do see many professing to be a 24/7 no limits slave.
OK, I can live with the 24/7 thing, but no limits???? Really?
Let's start with a few of the basic things. How about , scat or animals. Still no limits? I see a few leave the audience. For those left ... How about shaving your head, pulling all your teeth, mutilation and amputations? More leaving this time. For those left, how about selling you to someone else? Blinding you? Cutting off your ears? Is anyone here still really 'no limits'?
I've seen some discussions where people maintain anyone actually maintaining they're a slave is a farce in and of itself. The argument is that if you aren't a slave as in the pre-Civil War South (When all the above things I mentioned were OK between an owner and their slave) you are not a slave at all.
Personally, I don't get hung up on 'labels'. If a woman does no more than suck cock and identifies herself as a slave, so be it. Who am I, or anyone, to determine the terms of their identity?
Think on.....
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The Home Depot
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Posted:Feb 8, 2012 3:55 pm
Last Updated:Nov 9, 2013 4:19 pm 48344 Views
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aka 'The Dom Depot'.
I like to look at all the various and sundry BDSM items the Dom Depot stocks, without really knowing about it. There are a ton of items us Doms can use which are readily available there at a great price. A 'partial' inventory of things I see and/or have bought:
Wooden dowels
Various sized chain
Various clamps and clips
Plastic ties
Plastic wrap on a spool
Flexible rubber tubing
Liquid plastic dip
Plastic sheets for wax play
Chain or cuff connectors
Elastic bands with hooks on both ends
Duct tape
PVC pipe
That's about all I can think of right now (The rest will come to Me soon I'm sure). Next time you're in the Dom Depot, keep your eyes peeled for all the fun stuff! Just use your imagination as you walk about getting your panties wet ... LOL.
Can anyone add any other 'good finds' at the Dom Depot? G
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Whatever Happened to Eloquence?
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Posted:Jan 29, 2012 9:14 am
Last Updated:May 15, 2016 5:21 am 47172 Views
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A week before the first battle of Bull Run (Manassas for Southern readers), Major Sullivan Ballou of the 2nd Rhode Island wrote home to his wife in Smithfield:
July 14, 1861
Camp Clark, Washington D.C.
My very dear Sarah,
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days - perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel compelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.
I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing - perfectly willing - to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt....
Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break: and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me unresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing,we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me - perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness...
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights....ALWAYS, ALWAYS, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again...
Sullivan Ballou was killed at the first battle of Bull Run. It happened probably within a week of writing this letter.
I am never able to read this to completion without having a huge lump in My throat.
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