<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761</id><updated>2012-02-24T09:28:48.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistress Heather</title><subtitle type='html'>Mistress Heather's Home on the Web</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-9154883471948902632</id><published>2012-02-24T09:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T09:28:48.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break from classes!!!</title><content type='html'>I made it through half of this trimester at school. &amp;nbsp;My LAST trimester of classes. &amp;nbsp;I passed My first national board exam and I graduate on Earth day! I will have no school till the 5th. &amp;nbsp;Whatever will I do with Myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of an over night into the mountains for some much needed introspection and R&amp;amp;R. &amp;nbsp;Should have plenty of time and availability this week for calls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will be about getting in touch with Me. I am going to focus on all of the wonderful changes I see for Myself in the coming months. &amp;nbsp;Graduating, moving home, &amp;nbsp;a new beginning of what I hope will be the happiest and most content time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have lots to talk about and will need some distractions from all this heavy pondering.... &amp;nbsp;May even have to add to my story that I posted a while back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-9154883471948902632?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/9154883471948902632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2012/02/break-from-classes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/9154883471948902632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/9154883471948902632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2012/02/break-from-classes.html' title='Break from classes!!!'/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-1826190195039329417</id><published>2012-02-24T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T09:09:15.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6uVVgDjhsA/T0fD_JhzCgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lIwMRSkKblI/s1600/IMG_1831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6uVVgDjhsA/T0fD_JhzCgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lIwMRSkKblI/s320/IMG_1831.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not that big of a fan of this pic, but here it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-1826190195039329417?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1826190195039329417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2012/02/not-that-big-of-fan-of-this-pic-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/1826190195039329417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/1826190195039329417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2012/02/not-that-big-of-fan-of-this-pic-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6uVVgDjhsA/T0fD_JhzCgI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lIwMRSkKblI/s72-c/IMG_1831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-2415641304774426029</id><published>2012-02-17T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T09:24:41.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connecticut Bound!</title><content type='html'>I am getting excited about my move back home to Connecticut! &amp;nbsp;So much to look forward to and I can hardly contain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I need a few house boys here to help me pack the moving truck :) &amp;nbsp;May have to consider my options there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be coming back to Colorado in July for Thunder. &amp;nbsp;Much traveling for me in the near future. &amp;nbsp;Home to CT some time in May. &amp;nbsp;Back to CO in July. &amp;nbsp;Then I think I will be able to settle in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I will also take some more pics. &amp;nbsp;Any suggestions??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-2415641304774426029?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2415641304774426029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2012/02/connecticut-bound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/2415641304774426029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/2415641304774426029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2012/02/connecticut-bound.html' title='Connecticut Bound!'/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-1435768251042090090</id><published>2012-02-15T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T16:36:44.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics</title><content type='html'>Here is another new pic..... &amp;nbsp; Would LOVE feedback...&lt;br /&gt;FYI... love yankee candles.. Reminds me of a trip I took and had the treat of hitting that store up in Mass. Can't wait to move home. &amp;nbsp; I can smell the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqilKK_9PR8/TzxPLJo-KWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HHxSe3Cktnk/s1600/IMG_1806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqilKK_9PR8/TzxPLJo-KWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HHxSe3Cktnk/s320/IMG_1806.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-1435768251042090090?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1435768251042090090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-pics.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/1435768251042090090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/1435768251042090090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-pics.html' title='New Pics'/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqilKK_9PR8/TzxPLJo-KWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/HHxSe3Cktnk/s72-c/IMG_1806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-4585555506590928455</id><published>2012-02-12T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T22:34:38.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello My naughty ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know I will be moving to the East Coast soon. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait!!! So many boys to torment on that side of the country!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting ready to take my exams so I can get licensed to practice Acupuncture. &amp;nbsp;That makes me think of ways to torture a body :) &amp;nbsp; Have needles and will travel...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking to add to my stable... anyone interested? &amp;nbsp; Give Me a call and lets chat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-umnRJw_Q3Wc/Tziu8G_RPBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qrw4Zf0ZxIU/s1600/IMG_1834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-umnRJw_Q3Wc/Tziu8G_RPBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qrw4Zf0ZxIU/s320/IMG_1834.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-4585555506590928455?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4585555506590928455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2012/02/hello-my-naughty-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/4585555506590928455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/4585555506590928455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2012/02/hello-my-naughty-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-umnRJw_Q3Wc/Tziu8G_RPBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qrw4Zf0ZxIU/s72-c/IMG_1834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-6493382953084554443</id><published>2011-12-18T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T13:06:48.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Ownership of a boy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRkkChzf2S8/Tu4zAuDgeMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/p3N9cDG__o8/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRkkChzf2S8/Tu4zAuDgeMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/p3N9cDG__o8/s400/photo.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have decided to take ownership of one of My "boys". &amp;nbsp; After consideration I will be adding ron to my stable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a boy that needs to be owned. &amp;nbsp;Needs to feel the &amp;nbsp;power of a Mistress. &amp;nbsp;The power of Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the type of boy that needs what I have to offer. &amp;nbsp;A leather boot to worship and lick... To show the wonderful Ladies of PEP that he has given himself over to Me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wear this token of ownership everyday. &amp;nbsp;So that he know EXACTLY who owns his mind, body and soul. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So welcome My little panty wearing, boot licking little nipple whore to My world. &amp;nbsp; Hope you are up for the challenge ron....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will be next??? &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;evil laugh&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-6493382953084554443?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/6493382953084554443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/12/taking-ownership-of-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/6493382953084554443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/6493382953084554443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/12/taking-ownership-of-boy.html' title='Taking Ownership of a boy....'/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRkkChzf2S8/Tu4zAuDgeMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/p3N9cDG__o8/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-2742066944047274778</id><published>2011-12-11T14:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T14:42:33.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Cell!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a new PEP phone number everyone!!!! &amp;nbsp;203-823-8282!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept calls as well as texts!!! &amp;nbsp; Love getting texts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please delete or do NOT use 720-240-6545!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-2742066944047274778?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2742066944047274778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-cell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/2742066944047274778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/2742066944047274778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-cell.html' title='New Cell!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-963439862846606342</id><published>2011-12-08T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T06:57:25.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjcH7lLum4w/TuGTdTfCx4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/T3q0WficXpM/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjcH7lLum4w/TuGTdTfCx4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/T3q0WficXpM/s320/photo.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was a lovely surprise when I got home today from one of my PEP clients!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet gift! :) &amp;nbsp;Along with very nice Birthday wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to decide what to do with myself tomorrow for my big day. &amp;nbsp;Thinking a movie by myself, for fun and then drinks with a girlfriend later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to post about my day tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-963439862846606342?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/963439862846606342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/963439862846606342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/963439862846606342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjcH7lLum4w/TuGTdTfCx4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/T3q0WficXpM/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-1066230432002019376</id><published>2011-12-07T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:44:31.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feet, Feet, and more Feet</title><content type='html'>Today was an interesting day. &amp;nbsp;I talked with a boy who loves feet. &amp;nbsp;Is it the look of a shapely leg encased in silk? &amp;nbsp;Is it the flexion of the muscle in the calf when that leg is in a sexy pump? &amp;nbsp;Is it the skirt that brushes against the legs of the woman as she walks? &amp;nbsp;or is it the clicking of the heels as she walks across the room?? &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about being on ones knees before a woman dressed as mentioned above that strikes you as sexy? &amp;nbsp;Having your face and head lowered to the ground before her in the hopes that she brushes that silk covered ankle against your cheek. &amp;nbsp;If you get close enough you can feel the heat from her body against your skin, her intoxicating scent lingering around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you dream that she allows you to remove her shoe and why do you hope to catch a glance at her red pained toes? &amp;nbsp;You want to feel the soft arch of her foot against your cheek. &amp;nbsp;Hold the heel of her foot in your hands and pull it closer so you can smell the sweetness of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds lovely doesn't it? &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-1066230432002019376?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1066230432002019376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/12/feet-feet-and-more-feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/1066230432002019376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/1066230432002019376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/12/feet-feet-and-more-feet.html' title='Feet, Feet, and more Feet'/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-5175539129817537413</id><published>2011-12-06T15:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T15:38:28.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She lets go of his genitals and chuckles knowingly. His breath comes out in one log loud sigh as he watches Her walk away. With Her back to him he sneaks a peak at his Mistress. Her long hair and shapely legs put knots in his stomach and the boots….. he sighs again. As she turns his eyes widen at what is in her hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A ball crusher of clear plexiglass. She smiles and moves toward the boy. She traces one hand down his chest until Her grip settles on his cock. She squeezes gently so he knows exactly how much control She currently has. Then surprisingly she strokes him. Slow long strokes as she leans in to rest her forehead against his. "Feels good doesn't it boy?" she whispers. his cock jumps in Her hand and he feels like he could embarrass himself at any second. Its hard to be torn and want Her to stop yet feel like begging Her not to, but he knows he must remain silent or she will end the session and leave. She reads his body and knows exactly when she must stop, and pulls away smiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The tension relief is short lived because he feels her putting the crusher on him and he is not sure whether to smile or cry. he feel the cold of the plastic as his cock is sliding through the hole as she is attaching the device. She taps on the plastic with Her fingers so he can feel the weight of it. She chuckles as she starts turning the screws one by one. The feeling that comes over him is a rush of adrenaline as both plates of the crusher begging to tighten on him. Every few seconds She brushes the back of Her hand down the length of his hard cock for pure fun. The contraption gets tighter and tighter and She doesn't speak but watches Her boys eyes closely. Now She is turning the screws a half turn at a time because She knows he is feeling every centimeter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The boys mouth opens and his body breaks out in a sweat. She stops when she knows the pleasure/pain line is just about ready to be crossed. She walks back to Her small side table and reaches for clothespins. Returning to Her boy she begins to place them all over his body. For every 4 pins She places on him she turns the screws another quarter of a turn, squeezing his balls bit by bit. Some pins on his arms, some on his legs, a few more on his sides and even more on his stomach. At this point he is unsure just how many places on his body he is feeling pain and pleasure and that is just how She wants it. The sounds that start coming from his lips are confused between moans and gasps....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-5175539129817537413?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/5175539129817537413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/12/part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/5175539129817537413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/5175539129817537413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/12/part-2.html' title='Part 2 ...'/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-2476782442420287120</id><published>2011-12-02T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:23:53.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>My birthday is on the 9th!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the time of year that I like to think about where I have been in the last year and where I am going.    So much has gone on in my life from a personal standpoint this last year.  I often wonder how fast the time flew by.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This next year holds many new things for me.  I will be graduating from my program in April.  I will also be moving across the country in May.  I will be starting a whole new life in Connecticut this year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will still be in Colorado for Thunder in July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much to look forward too.  I am sure I will look next year at this post and be as amazed at all that has happened.  I can't wait!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-2476782442420287120?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/2476782442420287120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/12/birthday-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/2476782442420287120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/2476782442420287120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/12/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-8794454782152885712</id><published>2011-11-22T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T08:56:44.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The slave arrives at exactly the hour ordered. When approaching the door the slave notices that there is a note on the door that states he should come in and go to the dining room, undress and lay upon the table. This is when nervous knots grow in the belly of the slave. Opening the door he walks into the house and immediately notices the subtle scent of his Mistress. The light scent of cucumber melon she wears is all around him leaving him with a sweet feeling of intoxication. The lights are dimmed and candles are laid out in the direction of the dining room, their soft flicker teasing and enticing him to move in their direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As he approaches the table he can see that it is not a regular table but a bondage table with a black velvet cloth covering it. There is a chair and small end table for him to leave his clothing. Slowly he removes each piece of clothing, one at a time. Folding each and placing it gently onto the table. Knowing his Mistress appreciates tidiness. The feeling of helplessness grows with each garment he removes and he takes his time both in anticipation and apprehension for what is to come. Once nude he walks to the table and pauses a moment. Eyes close for a few seconds to slow his breathing and focus himself. There is such a wonderful feeling built up inside him already that he is concerned he will embarrass himself as soon as She walks into the room. he also knows that She would find his loss of control ammunition for what is to come and it would be so much worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Carefully he gets on the table and lays on his back, hands at his sides, and legs slightly spread the 24 inches that Mistress prefers. Taking one last look around he lets his eyes close again to wait for Her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As soon as he is in proper position he can hear the footsteps of his Mistress. A pause and he can hear music softly begin, the sounds of Enya drifting over his body. The door at the end of the room near the foot of the table he is laying on opens and She walks through. Eyes remain closed until he is instructed otherwise. The footsteps come closer and he feels the air stir next to the table. Something soft brushes the side of his face and he knows it was Her fingertips and can feel her stroke his cheek and over his lips. The lips part in response to the caress. Next he feels Her hair against the skin of his chest as She leans to whisper "hello boy, open your eyes and look at Me." He opens his eyes to see his Mistress hovering over him, Her hair on his chest and Her piercing brown eyes locked on his. A small smile plays on her glossed lips and he can see it reflected in Her eyes. She pulls back and tells him to raise his hands over his head. he raises his hands immediately and She moves to the head of the table, puts on the restraints and secures his hands to the top of the table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She walks to the foot of the table and does the same with each foot, spreading his legs even more. he is able to watch Her move about the table with his eyes and She looks at him from time to time to smile Her sweet but wicked smile, letting him know he is indeed in for an interesting evening. he notes Her outfit and starts to salivate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She is wearing 5 inch black boots that lace up the back to her knees, a black skirt a few inches above the knee that is form fitting. he can see no panty lines so he knows that Mistress is either wearing a thong or nothing at all and it drives him crazy. Her corset is of blue velvet and cinches her waist nicely stopping right under Her breasts. The black satin shirt buttons up the front and is completely open revealing a black satin bra that displays Her C-cup breasts perfectly. he glances at the cleavage and longs to place his lips there where Her breasts meet, but knows it may be a long time before She allows him to earn the privilege. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Once his feet are nice and secure she runs a finger up the leg of Her slave as she walks back up to his side. Her fingers linger on his hip and she looks at his crotch and smiles at his excitement. She flicks a finger  at the tip of him just to watch it bob for Her pleasure. he winces and gulps. She reaches into the top of her blue velvet corset and retrieves a cock ring. Then quickly puts it over both his shaft and balls to ensure he remains hard and at attention. he can feel the snug fit yet knows She did not use a really tight one on him. This tells him that She has a long evening planned for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Next She reaches between her breasts and comes out with nipple claps on a chain. Deftly She applies them to his nipples and secures them rather tightly making him wince. She chuckles and flicks them with her fingers to watch him gasp slightly with each flick.  She takes him by complete surprise by reaching out and grabbing hold of his cock and balls. She pulls and squeezes so that his ass comes off the table. She leans in and kisses his cheek. Whispering she says, while pulling and squeezing his cock, "I hope your ready for a very long evening boy, I have been waiting for this night a long time and you will cry before its over."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-8794454782152885712?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/8794454782152885712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/11/slave-arrives-at-exactly-hour-ordered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/8794454782152885712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/8794454782152885712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/11/slave-arrives-at-exactly-hour-ordered.html' title='Part 1.....'/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-3479091147905838363</id><published>2011-11-21T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:06:56.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kink or not Kink..... that is the question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ydaamzJ9_4/Tsqaj3woYxI/AAAAAAAAADA/9DaxX6yYhcg/s1600/kinky800.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ydaamzJ9_4/Tsqaj3woYxI/AAAAAAAAADA/9DaxX6yYhcg/s320/kinky800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677520221307953938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have talked with a few people lately that ask me if they are Kinky.  My reply is EVERYONE is kinky.  It's all a matter of degree.    I think people recognize the "typical" kinks.  Here is a small beginner list.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leather, latex, feet, panties, CBT, cross dressing, feminization, corsets, shoes, enemas, smoking, food, voyeurism, exhibitionism, scat, and golden showers.  This is a small list.  You can add just about anything to it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to get back to everyone being kinky.  The way I see it is this... if you can get turned on when someone feeds you chocolate covered fruit, if you think it's hot when someone whispers something naughty in your ear, if you like the idea of being lightly fondled in a movie or at a restaurant, or if you love when your partner wears something sexy for you.  You are kinky my friend, and you should embrace it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No kink is too "strange" or "disgusting".  Kinks are wonderful things as long as they don't hurt anyone. The involvement of animals or children is another HUGE nono.  I love hearing about others kinks.  I love especially if I hear about something never considered.  So enjoy your kinks and having someone to enjoy them with is even better!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-3479091147905838363?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3479091147905838363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/11/kink-or-not-kink-that-is-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/3479091147905838363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/3479091147905838363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/11/kink-or-not-kink-that-is-question.html' title='Kink or not Kink..... that is the question'/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ydaamzJ9_4/Tsqaj3woYxI/AAAAAAAAADA/9DaxX6yYhcg/s72-c/kinky800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-9037917133626285838</id><published>2011-10-26T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:16:59.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Ladies.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yos47vgKUA/TqiGyKH4S9I/AAAAAAAAACw/8NG7qt1KBI4/s1600/tn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yos47vgKUA/TqiGyKH4S9I/AAAAAAAAACw/8NG7qt1KBI4/s320/tn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667928327314754514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-9037917133626285838?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/9037917133626285838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/10/lovely-ladies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/9037917133626285838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/9037917133626285838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/10/lovely-ladies.html' title='Lovely Ladies.....'/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yos47vgKUA/TqiGyKH4S9I/AAAAAAAAACw/8NG7qt1KBI4/s72-c/tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730863719006719761.post-7945468868483366478</id><published>2011-08-04T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:15:43.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't put me in a box!</title><content type='html'>I have seen so many articles, TV shows and other mediums talk about "Me".  They talk about the Lifestyle also known as fetish or kink.  They talk about sex workers.  They talk about women and their sexuality.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They paint a picture of these broken women who were led down a path of debauchery and are victims.  It aggravates the shit out of me.  I understand that there are probably many  more women who get led down that path but I am here to represent the women of strength and perseverance that do what they do for other reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been in the lifestyle in one way or another since I was about 25.  At the time of this post I am 40.  I was raised in a house that someone recently called a "protocol style household".  My father is a Leo and as it turns out a Dominant.  Go figure.  So growing up that way I developed a problem with authority.  Being under someone's thumb can do that, or it can create a true submissive.  I am they type of chick that went the way of wanting to take control and never give it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along with that I have always loved studying people.  I have always been good at it.  I can get to know someone better than they know themselves.  Its a gift and a curse.    As a dominant woman it works to my advantage.  As a friend sometimes its a detriment.  People don't want you to know and be able to express their inner selves.  It makes them nervous and defensive.  Especially when tact and decorum are not my strong suits.  I am working on that but it will be a work in progress for a lifetime I fear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been and am still a sex worker.  I have never had sex for money.  I have given an illusion or a piece of myself for pay.  Phone sex,  web cam play, intimate and personal talk and chat.  I have been paid for it all and some of it has been of a sexual nature.  I have done a BDSM session with men for pay, in one form or another.  I have owned slaves and submissives also in different degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am working on my Masters in Chinese Medicine and I am also a real person, living the day to day.  Bills, car payments, errands and taking care of my pets.  I am not sure what this blog will develop into.  I am just going to start from this and work my way up.  We will see what happens.  In a perfect world I would have people follow and ask questions and get involved in this exploration of so many aspects of my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730863719006719761-7945468868483366478?l=mistrssheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/feeds/7945468868483366478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-put-me-in-box.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/7945468868483366478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730863719006719761/posts/default/7945468868483366478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistrssheather.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-put-me-in-box.html' title='Don&apos;t put me in a box!'/><author><name>Ms Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13044266688429780845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vxntXpnf0c/TjsoLUQxMCI/AAAAAAAAACI/d2qZblKARIQ/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
