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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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I have been up to a lot this month and I will say I am not sorry for not blogging this month. What can I say? I got caught up in doing a slew of things and some people I forgot to write it all down. I will say I got to see Crazy Stupid Love before hand and then I had to deal with some friends finally letting go of the past and leaving moi alone.

For now I can only leave you with some delicious gif or even a picture. I will write as much as I can but follow moi on tumblr or twitter which give a better update of what I am up to this summer.

Miss Marguerite

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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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Letter 4 To Sibling

Dear Sister,

Hmm, what can I say to you that I do not already tell you every day? I know we fight 90 percent of the time and I am amazed we are able to get along for the other ten percent.

The roles we play say a lot about our relationship. You play the daughter who is does not like to cause mayhem or trouble. However, I enjoy causing such mayhem and taking any heat you might endure onto myself because like an older sister, it is my job. When you get into trouble for something small that might get you grounded for a week, I try my best to get into bigger trouble to have the attention focused on my mistakes and not yours. You had my back as well whenever I needed to keep things on the down low.

A Letter To My Best Friend:

Dear Best Friend,

I must say we ended up becoming fast best friends really quickly. My letter would have been addressed to someone else but that bitch really fucked up our friendship. You know the story about the former best friend. The one who fucked me over too many times and I let her do it because we knew each other inside and out. We were almost like one of those dysfunctional couples and it was only that I moved to San Francisco that I realized how fucked our friendship was; thankfully, I met you a year later and my god, I can see what it is like to have a positive friendship. The other one was always negative and ended up talking about her privilege but fucked up life. With us, you and I get along because of our backgrounds and we do not fault one another for the shit we did before now. You enjoy the fact I have a perverted and gutter mind while I smile at the fact your familia resembles my own.

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A Broken Love Letter

I am drained.
I cannot take this anymore.
I will not keep listening to your words and your lies.
Oh, your beautiful and wonderful lies.

Do you not understand?
You are a vampire.
Drain me of my energy.
Of my strength.
My love and my need to save you.

A person who I thought was a friend and a lover.
You are just a fiend.
One who uses me.
Abuses my trust and love.
You have me.
Do you not see?

I am right here to help you.
Take my damn hand and let me help you.
Let me shelter and comfort you.
Someone who I love and care about; please, let me before we both perish.
Before our friendship and love burns away.
Burned and picked up by the wind never to be seen again.

Just stop it!
Stop your lies and your doubts.
Those doubts which whittle away at your self-esteem.
A self-esteem based on attention and praise.
Praise does not warm you at night.
I do.

I want to be the one who holds you, kisses you and loves you.

Here is the second part of my adventure with Not So Vanilla Guy. Enjoy. Also leave comments and enjoy the read.

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Damn, this whole weekend has been god damn interesting. You want to know why? Well, let me tell you lovelies.

This weekend Oct 1 through Oct 3, I drove up or over the bridge ninety minutes from San Francisco to visit the familia for the weekend. Many of you remember the tales of the familia and you can always read up on them from the rest of the blog. You better get to know my lovely familia members because they will most likely end up starring in a few posts every now and then if I visit them. Considering the lot of the familia and I are 'eccentric' and 'eclectic', we all usually end up in troubles of our own making and by the end of the night need a few members or even the cops to break it up. The cops story will be for another night ladies and gentleman. For now, let me focus on the weekend.

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Right now, I am in the middle of classes since I started my Fall classes last week which seem easy but are starting to take my mellow vibe for granted. I hope to get something out this week or even if it is a short one, to let the readers know I am alive and not ignoring my Whip and Apple. I enjoy the comments everyone has given and even the spam seems to bring a smile to my lips. I will give some quick updates to keep you coming for more:

I will say I am in a somewhat poly relationship though it is fresh and new so I am not going to talk too much on it. What can I say, I do not want to jinx the beginning of something brand new. Though I do know these individuals long before the romantic feelings started to come in; what? I can be a god damn romantic person even if I do what I do and I love it.

August 18th, Day 2 - Talk Dirty British To Me...

The alarm from the roommate woke me up. It did not matter because even with the five hours of sleep I somehow found myself wide awake. Insomnia is a killer to have and I blame it on the change. Change is good and with San Francisco, the BDSM community is bigger and more open to accept this lifestyle Domme. Even now, there are munches (social gatherings) coming around the area for me to visit. For now, I want to explore what is outside my door or in the neighborhood.

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.