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The Master’s Muse part 1

Blog Post-2-28-2016-The Master's Muse part 1

She needed money and she needed it NOW!  Tuition, rent, utilities and food were all looming on a fast-approaching horizon, needing paid or purchased soon.  Her belly had grown accustomed to the growls produced from eating one meal a day.  If she didn’t get the tuition soon, the university would toss her out, and without her degree, where would she end up?  Three part-time, minimum wage jobs weren’t enough.  She needed more, and very soon.

Scanning the want ads again, as she did every morning, she saw a new one.

Wanted:

Muse and Model.

One day only, extremely long hours.

Absolute obedience and compliance required.

Compensation will be ample.

Only truly interested may apply.

OK…she thought…whatever that means.  As long as it pays well, I’ll do it.  She called the number at the bottom of the ad.  A woman answered, claimed she was the secretary of Mr. M, took down all her information and told her to be at the address she gave at EXACTLY 7 am sharp on the day after tomorrow.  The emphasis she put on the word “exactly” made her giggle just a little.  She copied down all the information, and before she could even say thank you or goodbye, the secretary hung up.  How RUDE!

She arrived a few minutes early, but waited until exactly 7 before she knocked.  The front door was massive, as was the house that held it.  It was entirely of old stone construction, but immaculately cared for.  The door opened and she was greeted by an older man in a black suit who welcomed her in with much formality.  “Follow me Miss, I will take you to the studio.”  She followed him down a long dark corridor until they reached the last door.  “Miss, please enter and wait upon the settee.  The Master will be with you shortly.”  He pushed the door open, almost bowing, and she entered the room.

The room was magnificent.  It was large and bright with one whole wall of windows overlooking the city below.  There were paintings everywhere, in all stages of completion and of every subject matter imaginable.  Another wall was covered with cabinets and drawers.  One of the doors sat slightly ajar and exposed shelf after shelf of paints.  A fan spun lazily on the ceiling, and the room smelled of turpentine and…..something else.  She couldn’t quite decide what it was.  The only word she could think to describe the heavenly scent was…passion.  She closed her eyes and inhaled it in.  She eventually meandered her way over to the settee in front of the window and had a seat.  Then, she waited.

Time ticked by slowly as she sat and waited.  Fifteen minutes…Thirty minutes…Forty-five minutes…One Hour…THIS IS RIDICULOUS…One and a Half Hours…Two Hours.  She decided he had exactly one more minute before she was going to get up and leave, but not before someone paid her for all this time she had wasted.  At the exact moment she was beginning to lift her bottom from the place it had been planted, the door opened and in walked Mr. M.

She inhaled sharply when she saw him.  He was very handsome.  Light golden hair, perfectly trimmed mustache and beard, tightly toned physique and his eyes…dark, piercing, consuming, yet unreadable.  He wore a white button up shirt with the sleeves cuffed up to mid-arm, and the top two buttons undone exposing the slightest hint of his chest.  His dark jeans fit everywhere perfectly, and his sexy bare feet padded silently across the wood floor.  She couldn’t stop staring.

Without speaking, he circled her, walking around and around the settee, seeming to be taking in every inch of her.  She began to feel uncomfortable, as if he could see right through the t-shirt and jeans that she wore.  She found herself crossing her legs and folding her arms, trying to hide the nakedness she was feeling.  There were no questions from him, no discussion of what he wished of her, or any mention of rate of pay.  He simply stopped, standing directly in front of her, held out his hand and gave a very stern, “Come.”  She gently placed her hand in his, arose slowly and began following him across the room.  He led her over to a beautiful antique privacy screen that stood in the far corner of the room.  Releasing her hand, he gestured to the screen and again commanded, “Change.”

She nervously walked around to the back side of the screen and there, hanging on a mannequin, was a dress that seemed to be made of pure gold.  She had never seen anything that beautiful.  She hesitantly touched it with her hand.  It looked as though it would be rough, but the fabric was almost as smooth as silk.  She peaked around the screen and saw Mr. M busily preparing paper and pencils.  She slipped out of her street clothes and slid the dress over her shoulders.  The feeling of the fabric gliding down over her skin was almost erotic.  The full length mirror that was mounted to the wall behind the screen startled her when she turned around and caught a glimpse of herself.  It fit like it had been made just for her.  She left her hair in the ponytail she had arrived in, and stepped from behind the screen and back into the big room.

To be continued…

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Recoil-Want

Someone turned me onto this song over the weekend.  I am now obsessed.  Thought I would share.  Hope you enjoy too.  🙂

**I got this off YouTube!

Hey Baby!

Blog Post-2-19-2016-Hey Baby!

Hey Baby!

Do you have a need?

I sense a longing

Are you ready to concede?

I see your arousal

Begging for my attention.

Giving you relief

Is my only intention.

So step a little closer

And let me closely see,

That pulsing reminder

As I release it free!

Highs and Lows

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We all have them, the Highest of Highs and the Lowest of Lows, during this journey we call life.  I have recently experienced both.

My low came today.  My Grandmother died.  She was 94 and one hell of a lady.  She was married to my grandfather for 74 years.  They had 5 children.  The oldest died at age 6 when he fell down a hill and through the ice of the river below. The surviving 4 children, including my mother, gave her 10 Grandchildren that resulted in 11 Great-Grandchildren.  She could be so loving and one look from her eyes could strike fear into your soul.  She never learned to swim but made the BEST Peanut butter Fudge in the entire world.

As my mother and her siblings held vigil at her bedside last night, my mother got a good hard belly laugh.  They were discussing the arrangements they would make after she passed and how they wanted to handle the funeral and reception.  One of my uncles turned to my mother and commented that he had heard I was writing and maybe I would be interested in writing her obituary.  My mother couldn’t help but laugh because they don’t know WHAT I write about.  Mom told me the story this morning and asked me to write the obituary, but please don’t make Grandma sound like a wanton whore.  🙂

I will spend this weekend with my extended family, remembering all the good, bad, funny and tragic stories that make up the life of my Grandmother.  Gone, but NEVER forgotten.  I Love You Grandma.

My High came over the weekend.  I took a group of High schoolers to a District Drama Competition three hours away.   We left on Friday so we could take them to a play Friday night.  On Saturday morning, we went to the competition.  After an exhaustingly long day, it came time for awards.  I am BEYOND Proud to tell you that my daughter WON the largest category at the competition.  She competed in the Dramatic Monologue- Experienced Category.  There were over 150 contestants in that category alone.  She will now be going to compete at the State Drama Competition.  She is the youngest participant in the school’s history to make it to State.  She’s a sophomore.  She also wrote a one act play.  She didn’t win that category, but will be able to showcase her play at the State Competition at one of the minor theaters.  I can’t describe the pride and joy I have for my MAGNIFICENT Girl.

Our lives are VERY, VERY short.  Bask in the light and love that comes your way, even when the skies are dark and the rain is falling.  I promise to be back with some juicier writing very soon.  🙂

One Year Later…

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OMG!  It’s been one year since I first began blogging!  I can’t believe it!  Actually, I REALLY can’t believe it.  How has a year passed?  How has it only been a year?  I had never written before, but I felt like I needed an outlet for the questions, stories and experiences that I was having with the new D/s my husband and I had entered.  With the encouragement of a Dear Friend, thank you Sir, I opened a WordPress account and began writing one year ago today.   Here was my AMAZING first Post:

February 5, 2015

I have decided to take a leap into the Blog-o-sphere.  I have a need to write and discuss the new D/s journey that my Sir/Husband and I are on.  I don’t exactly know how this will work for us, but I am willing to take a leap, because I know He is leading my way.

I was lucky to receive one comment:

theagingsub on February 8, 2015 at 3:31 am said:Edit

Welcome, Miss Amelia!

Kay

Thank you Kay.  You were my very first.  🙂

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Since then, I have posted 170 times, have 320 followers and met some of the most AMAZING people I have ever known.  Anyone who doesn’t think that relationships you make via the internet are REAL, I’m here to tell you that you are WRONG!  Some of these relationships are more “REAL” than anything I have experienced with someone sitting across the table from me.

So, here’s a Big THANK YOU to everyone that has come, or will come, across my blog.  I can’t promise classic words, but I can promise I will be honest, helpful, bawdy, wicked, sexy and sassy as hell.

And an even BIGGER THANK YOU to Professor.  You have been the constant in my life that I needed.  We have experienced ups and downs, but I have always known we would experience them together.  The encouragement you have given me with my writing has been the greatest gift, except for our children, that you could have possibly given me.  I LOVE YOU Sir.  Forever and Always.  Yours.

Miss Amelia ❤

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Excuse Me, I Seem to Have Lost My Mind!

Blog Post-2-4-2016-Excuse Me, I Seem to Have Lost My Mind!

I am not gone, just insane.  I can’t seem to get any writing time.  This is just my attempt to apologize for being absent, and get some sympathy for my crazy week.

Monday:  Worked, came home and sewed until midnight.  My daughter is going to a school dance.  The theme is dynamic duo so they decided to go as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell.  Cute, right?  NO!!!  Sewing satin and organza SUCKS!!

Tuesday:  Up at 5:45 to finish the fairy wings, Work, home for 30 minutes before leaving to have dinner with Husband and attend a two hour professional meeting with him about “Changing Deer and Elk Populations in the Region.”  YAWN.

Wednesday:  Work, haircut, grocery shopping for the weekend, finish final details on costume.

Thursday:  Work, drinks with friends from work to celebrate a birthday, Husband picks me up to make it to daughters theater showcase at school, help daughter quick change for dance, out to meet friends for a late dinner.

Friday:  Up early, laundry, clean house, pack to go pick up 13 High schoolers and drive 3 hours to take them to a play, finally checking into hotel at 10ish.

Saturday: Up by 6, rally kids, spend the day sitting and waiting at a District Drama Competition, finally loading and driving back home, arriving between 10 and 11 pm.

Sunday:  Up, cook, prepare for the Annual Super Bowl Party for about 25 people.

Monday:  Back to work and a new week.

OMG!!!  Not sure I am going to make it.  I NEED a drink and they won’t allow it while chaperoning teenagers.  Go Figure.  🙂

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