Serving Master

I woke up early this morning

And made the kiddos breakfast

Folded the laundry….

Then woke up Master…..(not exactly easy)

Then I went to the eye doctor….

And spent the next hour poking my own eyeball…..

Then my friend, Kristi and I went for java chillers at Sonic

And I made spaghetti (Master’s favorite!)

Then we exchanged gifts!! I got Master a speedometer for his bike….

And he gave me a foot massage!

And chocolates!!

and flowers!!!!

And last but not least, a little sparkle!!
He said this is for the sparkle I bring to his life <3 awww

I love you, Master!! Thank you so much!!

Happy Valentine’s Day, Everyone!!

–Autumn

I am Facebook obsessed. I hate to love it and I love to hate it. I can spend hours just reading through all the fan pages, browsing pictures of friends and friends of friends and even some of people I don’t even know, writing comments, liking status updates and sharing pictures. This usually leads me to Pinterest or FetLife or even Youtube to do basically the same thing. I came across a status update by my favorite e-juice brand today that talked about some customer who got her panties all bent out of shape and must have really raised hell but had never bothered to read the “I agree to terms and service” stuff before purchases. She clicked the little box, but it was obvious by her complaints that she had not actually read the article. In response, this fan page posted the following:

“The number 1 told lie is “I agree to the terms of service”. You have to check a box when you check out on every site including ours that you did that. If you don’t agree with them, do not purchase.
Had a customer whining and complaining because they did not do that. Don’t blame me for your actions. Take responsibility.”

It got me thinking about how many times I have checked that little box and not actually read the Terms of Use article attached to it. It also got me thinking about a school project that taught me a pretty valuable lesson. In school we had to sign papers once as a class project. It was this BIG STACK of paperwork. The teacher told us all to read everything before we signed our names. I don’t think a single person in there bothered to read everything. After signing all our names and turning in the paperwork, the teacher pointed out that at the bottom of page 3 (of 5) it clearly stated that we were signing away all our future earnings, children and purchases to the teacher.

That project taught me (and a few of my friends I’m sure) to make certain that we read and understand anything before signing our names at the end. Checking off that little box is the virtual equivalent to signing our names at the bottom. It might be long and boring to read, but it’s worth it. And while I am certain we are all guilty of checking that little box and not reading the article first, or signing our names on the dotted line without really reading through the paperwork first, I’m also certain that these companies don’t write the Terms of Service for the fun of it. It’s got to be laborious going through everything, making sure all the bases are covered and then approving the legal jargon required for those kinds of things.

I think this is why Master and I haven’t written up the official contract yet. We’ve talked out all our rules, changed them up as we have each changed, added things here, taken things away there, but I have yet to sit down and type it all out, and Master hasn’t officially asked me to yet (for which I’m grateful). It’s interesting to me that I am so eager to give him my everything, to actually sign away all future earnings along with my personal items, my body, my will, to him, all while I haven’t officially signed on the dotted line. But when it comes to companies or social pages I want to sign up for, I skim over the small print if I bother reading it at all. I think I have my priorities a bit backwards here. Definitely time to change that!

What about you? What kinds of lessons do you remember from way back when that still hit home today? And have you written up a contract for BDSM before? What kinds of things did you include in it?

I’d love to hear your stories,

-Autumn

Hiding underneath all the religion is war / war on religion / presidential race / homosexuality lobbying we see lately, there’s a new movement starting; one that every woman should embrace and support. The movement is finding beauty in all sizes, all forms and all shapes. Sure it’s been slowly getting from heroine chic (late 80′s) to a healthier image, but lately it’s really picked up (or maybe I’m just more in tune to it.) Either way, I proudly applaud all body shapes and sizes. Sure there are some I pass judgment on (600+ pounds must be tough! But then so is weighing less than your itty bitty dog, I’m sure) but for the most part I am trying to see beauty no matter the dress size and I like that the media is doing the same.

Men have started making it clear that they like women with more to love on them just as much (sometimes more) than super-model- ballerina-thin. Women have stopped (for the most part) accepting size 2 as the “norm” or “only” size you’re supposed to be. We laugh at the pants in size 0 claiming to have “tummy tucking technology”, we scoff at the size 18 “makes you look like an 8!” pants and skirts we’ve seen in stores. We’ve raised our voices about the stupidity of “one body type for all” and stood proud in our size, no matter the number, bearing all (or most anyway) for everyone to see and admire.

We’ve come a long way from “skin and bones is the only way to be” looks in magazines. There is beauty to be found in all body shapes, all types, all colors and all backgrounds. The world is full of differences, and that makes it beautiful. So embrace who you are! Take pride in your body, no matter how much you hate your ass, wish your boobs were bigger or sigh when someone “prettier” walks by. You are beautiful. Just the way you are. Never forget it.

–Autumn

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