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I am taking the time to inform everyone, I am with the familia for the holidays. Mmm, I love getting away from San Francisco, because coming home means the familia will take the stage in performing. If being a Domme is one thing, try being an Aunt or a cousin to the lot that I call the familia.

Now, the familia is neurotic, loud, proud and a tight-knit group. It is how I am able to be supported by certain familia members in my Domme profession and pursuing degrees in sexuality.

Tonight, a game shall be played and it is called loteria. It is the most politically incorrect and ever amusing card game. It is like bingo, but with pictures and names of objects. Take a look and see the image for yourself.

There are different cards with more images, one of which is El Negrito or "The Black Guy". The familia plans to play this and I plan to win some money in order to spend it on them later. The one time I am willing to pay to play.

-Winks-

Happy Holidays lovelies.

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Yet, I cannot seem to promise it with the busy schedule I have kept for the last few weeks. In fact, my life here in San Francisco has become more busy in school, work, and friends than ever before. Of course, I have slowed down in the sexual arenas because I cannot schedule enough sexual liaisons on my own schedule. It seems the lovers want their own time and place to enjoy moi. Yet, I cannot and will not change my schedule around for someone who is prone to being late to a date or even to a fuck buddy slot.

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It seemed Whip and Apple turned a year old and I had not even realized it due to my crazy schedule. I made my first post April 27th on the site and I have at least kept up with writing every two weeks or at least once a month. I might even subconsciously timed my appointment with the boot licker in order to get out a present to the readers about the lovely site.

I hope you enjoyed the boot licking scene and once summer starts up, I hope to get a few more session in. However, I might have a lovely come up to visit moi who could be a basis for one or two posts here on Whip and Apple. You are just going to have to wait and see for now.

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*You have lost two rounds lovely. Now it is time to clean the victor's boots.

Those words vault the breathless submissive to sit up from his position on the ground and onto his hands and knees. He has lost the match. I am breathless as well but a smile plays upon my lips at the victory of pinning him to the floor with my corseted breasts. He in a pair of loose shirts, white tank top and barefooted. As for my gear, I stood in a black tank top, leather pants and buckled boots. For the match, I went sans a corset knowing it was going to end up ruined or torn. The point of the match was to wrestle each other to the ground and if clothes were ripped in the process, well, he would pay for ruining a good shirt. He lost and the cost of losing?

A good boot licking.

Yes, Mistress Marguerite. I have failed to win and now I must lick your boots

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This week was crazy but it also was not note worthy. I have been busy staring at image of male and female genitalia for my Sexual Behaviors class. ML was kind enough to be the image of the male genitalia and the two of us managed to get off task with my hand around his cock and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Hand jobs are a thing of beauty and not a lot of individuals who I have talked to enjoy giving it, but I do especially when ML returns the favor.

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I was pleasantly surprised by Vanilla Guy because he is not so vanilla after all. Of course, he was the most awkward and blushing male I have met which I adored but the male impressed me beyond my expectations. Let me give you a run down of what happened with as much detail as I could remember but considering I like to keep notes on people, it should not be too hard to retype up the experience.

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Only a few more days before I head back to the city to start up my lovely routine once more. I know I have to get through a slew of things and I am glad for my planner. Already, I have filled that puppy up with dates, appointments, interviews, dates, submissives, friends, familia, the whole she bang. Who says she bang anymore? Same thing as hip from what I recently encountered with a male submissive I have been chatting up through email. Always intriguing to hear about words which I have forgotten about or have not heard in a while.

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Busy, busy, busy, I have been busy all over the place. Alright that is slightly a lie. I have been too busy lazying about with familia, friends and submissives to do much of anything other than enjoy myself by sleeping, eating, flirting and maybe spanking a few individuals. Though I fear the fun times will be over when I return back to the city to continue the summer courses. At least one of the classes will be about Human Sexual Behavior. What? I may be going back to use up the rest of my summer on classes but I never signed up for boring or dull classes. In fact, even the English class will be discussing vampires as the subject for papers and discussions. After having seen last night's episode of True Blood, I am sure people are going to be talking about the sex scene for months to come.

My vacation has been lazy, wonderful and stressing in every sense of the world. I came to visit the familia to get away from the quick and uppity beat of San Francisco. Now, I love San Francisco, but the place never fucking sleeps. It keeps going and going and going like the damn energizer bunny. It never lets up and almost tries to hump my leg on a few occasions when I do not get out the spray bottle to get it away from my sore leg.

Photo courtesy of Sexy Tiger X

Sexual dreams. Do I have them? Yes? Do I remember them? Not exactly. Instead, I remember a feeling or even a smell about the dream. Yes, a smell or a look. Maybe even a glance. Oh yes, glances from strangers or even glancing at an object can bring back the rush of the dream. Almost like a deja-vu except I call it a sexual-vu.

*Get on your hands and knees. Crawl over to me, my darling pet

As I say those words, I slowly crook my finger at him. Those words are the order for him to get over to me on his hands and knees. He looks wary at the carpeted floor and wonders how he is going to explain away the rug burns to his tennis buddies or his office co-workers. Yet, when I whistle for him to look at me, I can see the glint of wanting to satisfy the command in his eyes. He may have to lie about the rug burns but it is all worth it if he is able to please not only himself but me. I know that this arrangement will have to end one of these days. The hold of his vanilla life will be too much and he will have to make a decision sooner or later.

Kiss thy hand which spanks your bottom.
A bottom made for I, alone.
Groan in pleasure from the strike.
Oh, what a bite.

Thank the lips which press against your chest.
A chest which quivers beneath my touch.
Sigh in ecstasy from the nips.
All the way down to your bits.

Release the breath in your throat.
Where my hands were wrapped around.
From which you sigh and gloat.
Careful now.

I am such a sight.
Clad in leather and latex.
Give you such a fright.
Instead I give you pleasure.

Pain and pleasure.
Pleasure and pain.
Such a triumphant gain.

---Miss Marguerite

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Spank me, flog me, but do it with care is something everyone should keep in their minds when it comes to BDSM or Master/slave(submissive) relationships. There is a fine line that can easily cross into an abusive relationship if not handled with care. Individuals may disagree with my response and I welcome you to add your commentary to the blog if you want to talk about your story or opinion on the matter.