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The whiteness

I love the whiteness of the hotel sheets. The contrast against my skin. I love the expanse of the bed, the way we have to travel to touch. The luxury of the vast shower, warm… 

A gift

I have been overwhelmed by the kindness of family and friends over the past few months. People checking in regularly to see how I am. Those who sent or gave me cards and flowers following… 

February Photofest 2019 – Kickoff

This is the third time I have participated in February Photofest, the annual photographic meme hosted by Molly. Having taken a break last year due to other commitments I am pleased to be back and… 

Master’s picnic

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As February photofest enters its last weekend for this year, I am running a little short of photos. Well if the truth be known, I need to take more photos and to do so require… 

The first….

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I missed a post yesterday, so this little flower is in lieu of that. Something else later. This morning I looked out over the garden from my bedroom and saw that the first of my… 

Red

I had forgotten I owned this lovely red lingerie set. When half the contents of your underwear draw is in the ironing basket (laziness rather than because I am going to iron them) you can… 

The Collar

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The collar is the symbol of who I am and to Master’s ownership of me. In the 18 months or so since He placed it around my neck, I have rarely removed it. At the…