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What can I say? I became busy with life and living it. I got a new job, started my semester at college with a full load and even throwing on being a tutor to beef up my grad school application. Nonetheless, I have had time to fuck a few people here and there; I plan to even write about the experiences soon. For now, I can say I have slept or made out with:

1. An ex-lover from high school who came back over the summer from his second tour overseas. I have to say fucking him before he beefed up and fucking him with his muscles and higher stamina makes this female salute the troops. Fuck, I have never walked many days after bowlegged than if I were to enter into a full on orgy for several days. In one day, he and I went through a list of sexual positions and different places to fuck. My favorite was fucking in his car in dark parking structure on the way to see Final Destination. We never got to see the movie but I had a nice time fogging up his windows.

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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 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.

Study, study and session. Those two things I have been up to in the past two weeks. I have done two sessions in the past two weeks and which I hope to type down and get up to the Whip and Apple readers. Right now, I have been trying to get by in the last two days of writing and revising papers. I am about finish with summer courses but I only have one week left. A week where I need to turn in a portfolio filled with two revised essays and two cover letters to explain each essay. On top of those two essays, I am to write an essay critiquing Rubin's Love Scale theory and explain what needs to be fixed or even scrapped all together. Once I am done with those two major things, I have to study for my last and final exam in Sexual Behaviors. I need to recall various terms about pornography, marriage, divorce, atypical sexual behavior and anything dealing with sexually transmitted illnesses.

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Back in San Francisco and it feels good to take in the semi-cold air and not have to sweat my imaginary balls off. What? You never thought you had imaginary balls? I know I do especially when I need them to confront someone or show another to back off of my crotch. I have even said the old, 'Get off of my nuts', which gets a few questionable looks from me especially if I say it in San Francisco. I know I could never pull off dressing in drag and the last time I tried it, my breasts gave me away as a woman. What can I say, my two gals like to show themselves off and hate to be bundled up or even duct taped flat. Hell, I would need a whole roll of duct tape to try and get them as flat as a board to pull off being a man for a few hours. However, I rather not go through the trouble of ripping off my flesh or even my nipples once I try to get the duct tape off of me. Still, just another adventure I have taken in San Francisco.

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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.

I threw my whip into the blogging ring with She Loves Sex and submitted one of my blog posts that readers have seen called Submissive and My Paddle. I am overjoyed to see it on another website especially since She Loves Sex is compromised of articles written by female writers. Men, I love you just as much as the next man lover but sometimes, I do enjoy reading a few articles written by and for women.

Hopefully, I will continue to submit blog posts to various sites including She Loves Sex since you know a girl likes to get around. Alright, that sounded a bit whorish but that is moi for you.

---Miss Marguerite

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.

*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.

Now, some people think that Masters and Mistress' (Dom's and Domme's) are overrated or even strangling the real world and yes, I have noticed there are a few amateurs who feel he or she can simply state he/she can be an owner. I am not an amateur nor do I feel that what I do is to pass the time while I find something better to do. I find there is an art form and a set of rules a Dom/Domme and their Slave/Submissive must have in order to have a relationship whether it is physical or not. These rules help to ease some of the tension in the M/S relationship before anything great and enduring can come out of it. I am not going to ever stop being a Mistress/Domme and decide that this is a game to me.