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Pet pampering

A celebration of the pets who love to be at their Owner's feet.

The great outdoors
Posted:Jun 15, 2019 8:14 am
Last Updated:Jul 10, 2019 8:43 pm
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All My life I have been a man conflicted. When I am in the city, I miss the mountains. When I'm in the mountains, I miss the city.

For years I searched for the perfect balance. One day on google maps, I found My home. Seven acres attached to 5,000 DEP acres only an hour from the city. Heaven. And now I have a big house with huge windows where I can sit, sip Scotch and drink in all the beauty of the forest. I even have a secret dungeon I designed into the basement.

I have My own trout stream, bear, turkey, lynx and deer right out My front door. But the most exotic creature I have ever encountered in the woods, was a Swedish slave who loved sessions down by the creek. If you are a hunter, pursue one of these creatures. They are the wildest game of all.
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Pets with passion
Posted:Jun 15, 2019 7:55 am
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2021 5:46 am
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Owning a pet with a true passion for submission is pure joy. Their happiness in service is like a intoxicating perfume. It rolls off their skin and consumes the room and all those around them. I've been fortunate to own several world-class submissives over the years. The ironic thing is that you instruct, you shape, you mold and you teach. But as a Master, I too am learning.

Every new slave teaches Me something new about human nature. Every moan, gasp, whimper, tear, laugh, cuddle brings new insight into a pet's heart. As a Master, it is My place to care for My property. she is My responsibility. But when she is naked, collared, kneeling between My legs as I sit on the couch brushing her hair...in those peaceful, heavenly moments...it is hard not to wonder, who is taking care of who?
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