Goblin men

A poor maid, she is being fondled and lusted after by Goblin Men. They will never leave her alone, it is her fate to be their sexual toy for ever. Anything they decide to do her is allowed.

Who can save her, I doubt if anyone can, we will follow her descent into the time of no end. Allowing Goblin Men with their sexual deviances to feed their never ending desires.

Only one can save this pretty maid, I think The One is not going to be rushed, but will allow Goblin Men their sport for awhile longer.

Two Pearls

Poison

So it has been with mist, with moonlight so,
Like her who day by day unto her draught
Of delicate poison adds her one drop more,
Till she may drink unharmed the depths
Even so, inured to beauty, who have quaffed
Each hour more deeply than the hour before,
I drink, I live, Do You,
It can destroy some.

The Last Meal

It has been an exhilerating and interesting blog, but I fear this is where the relationship between Madame and her Slave ends.

It has been a difficult decision, but someone had to make the choice for my Slave. She is finding it very difficult.

I will of course add to this blog as I dont want to lose it, but it will not be as it was originally intended to be.

It's intention was to publicly go through a training regime with lovely pictures of my Slave obeying. This will definately never happen. I know it 's rather sad but for all those who have regularly followed my blog writings and pictures, dont despair you never know what might just appear on this blog someday.

Blue

Perfection

Naked she sleeps whilst all wait her awakening. Nature clothers her spent form.

Seen but not seen, not with or not without, myth of mind, lust of body, tactile as being, whisp of senses, feel her stir the rushes under thy foot, hear her step,scent her being, feel her touch, acknowledge presence, taste her.She is always around.
Seen but not seen, felt but not felt, heard but not heard, tasted but not tasted, her scent is always around, as scented and tasted, as felt and sucked and listened

My harvest is done, its promise is ended,
week and wartery sets my sun,
day and nights in one mist are blended
my harvest for u is done.
Long whilst running, how short we run,
time to eternity has now descended
timeles eternity as begun.

Was it the narrow way that I wended?
Snares and pits was it mine to shun?
The schythe has fallen, so long suspended,
My harvest, do I reap?

Perhaps some day, who knows?But not today; it froze, and blows and snows,And you're too curious: fie!You want to hear it? well:Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell.
Or, after all, perhaps there's none:Suppose there is no secret after all,But only just my fun.Today's a nipping day, a biting day;In which one wants a shawl,A veil, a cloak, and other wraps:I cannot ope to everyone who taps,And let the draughts come whistling thro' my hall;Come bounding and surrounding me,Come buffeting, astounding me,Nipping and clipping thro' my wraps and all.I wear my mask for warmth: who ever showsHis nose to Russian snowsTo be pecked at by every wind that blows?You would not peck? I thank you for good will,Believe, but leave the truth untested still.
Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trustMarch with its peck of dust,Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,Nor even May, whose flowersOne frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.
Perhaps some languid summer day,WHen drowsy birds sing less and less,And golden fruit is ripening to excess,If there's not too much sun nor too much cloud,And the warm wind is neither still nor loud,Perhaps my secret I may say,Or you may guess.

Sit between her Wings

Passer Mortuus Est

Death devours all lovely things
Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness, - presently
Every bed is narrow.

Unremembered as old rain
Dries the sheer liberation
And the lilttle putulant hand
Is an annotation

After all, my erstwhile dear,
My no long cherised
Need we say it was not love
Now that love is perished?

All right,
Go ahead!
What's in a name?
I guess I'll be locked into
As much as I'm locked out of!

Why do you follow me?
Any moment I can be
Nothing but a tree.

Any Moment of the chase
I can leave you in my place
An Ipomea for your embrace

Yet if over hill and dale
Still it is your will to follow
I am off; -- to heel or fail.

Obediance is very hard, the mind is wayward, struggles with commands of life.
A Philosopher,

And what are you that, wanting you,
I should be kept awake
As many night as there are days
With for your sake?

And what are you that, missing you,
As many days as crawl
I should be listening to the wind
And looking at my Goth wall?

I know a woman that's a brave man,
And twenty men as kind
And what are you, that you should be
The one woman in my mind?

Yet women's ways are witless ways
As any sage will tell,
And what am I, that I should love
So wisely and so well?

Yet a gardener I am so say,
From hops to hips
And seed bracken dry
Score those lips with my Pips?

The Madame with the Pearl NippleRing.

I love the way it swings, quite hypnotic, dont you think?

I am back from holiday. My slave has had a lot of free time. So she will be willing to engage in training again and mould her body to suit her Owner's pleasure.

I have some new toys for her to order. I am sure I will enjoy using them, but mainly her using them on herself.

It will train her body for my usage and abuse.

My slave is in desperate need of stricter training.

Slave is too strong willed for her own good

I will make sure she receives it.

Slave, will obey these rules

I love my Owner
I obey my Owner
I am her Slave
I have no use
I am Hers

This is expected, I wonder if the Lilac wig will cover such a pair?

The Slave has bought a very long lilac wig, it will cover only parts of her though.

I was not thinking of the old fashioned stocks found in every village. I prefer the type of stocks with a long beam and where a slave is bent over the beam and shackled by their hands to their feet. Of course depending on how badly the Slave had performed, would depend on the amusement she would afford her Owner and of course anyone who cared to view the Slave.

My slave, has performed very well this week. A minor mistake earlier on will result in the slave being punished. I could make this public if I consider it necessary.

My slave, will suffer quietly and wait patiently until I decide what punishment I desire.

I think the public stocks should still be in place.

you adore obeying, its total and consuming

My slave has in a fit of temper removed her blog when her Owner was in Portugal. It will be replaced with another.

Owners, do need time to wind down, keeping a slave controlled is very taxing.

This picture will remind her of the chains that bind, or some of them.

These chains are delicate and pretty, beware of others.