<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020</id><updated>2011-08-01T17:47:43.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistress Alora's Weekly Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-4099426737498457401</id><published>2009-12-13T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:14:35.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New subs are fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SyWB0GRFmCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Uquy3a7yN80/s1600-h/pretty+in+pink.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SyWB0GRFmCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Uquy3a7yN80/s200/pretty+in+pink.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414876859018352674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a lot of fun lately playing with a sweet little sub from Melbourne Australia!  Mommies little princess loves to dress in pink lingerie, have her hair brushed, and be cuddled a lot!  We chat online and on the phone daily, and as much as I thought all of this cuddly-wuddly stuff would get on my last nerve, I have found that I actually enjoy it tremendously!  I would LOVE to have him come and visit with me so that I could dress him up and cuddle with him in person!  Who knows what the future may bring?  I love my little precious baby girl so very, very much!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SyWCbkPbY7I/AAAAAAAAADA/D4g4Xfgvfhc/s1600-h/berry2+nev.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SyWCbkPbY7I/AAAAAAAAADA/D4g4Xfgvfhc/s200/berry2+nev.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414877537079354290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-4099426737498457401?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/4099426737498457401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-subs-are-fun.html#comment-form' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/4099426737498457401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/4099426737498457401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-subs-are-fun.html' title='New subs are fun!'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SyWB0GRFmCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Uquy3a7yN80/s72-c/pretty+in+pink.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-413233564795948132</id><published>2009-12-12T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:20:28.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FetLife Christmas Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>This is just TOO GOOD to keep to myself!  FetLife is giving away over $25,000 worth of gifts this Christmas!  Go to :  http://fetlife.com/sit_on_santas_lap to register for your free prizes today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-413233564795948132?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/413233564795948132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/12/fetlife-christmas-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/413233564795948132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/413233564795948132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/12/fetlife-christmas-giveaway.html' title='FetLife Christmas Giveaway!'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-2063968252692680447</id><published>2009-11-11T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:57:01.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought...</title><content type='html'>I saw this posted online and thought.......wow........that's.......really deep.  It sounds like a submissive wrote it.  I just had to share.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.thefrisky.com/images/uploads/lv_thorns_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://cdn.thefrisky.com/images/uploads/lv_thorns_t.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graffiti written on a wall in Amsterdam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-2063968252692680447?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/2063968252692680447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/11/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/2063968252692680447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/2063968252692680447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/11/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought...'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-4393967124270125375</id><published>2009-10-16T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:17:45.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Ho, Hi Ho ... Ho White!</title><content type='html'>If this doesn’t make you laugh nothing will!  Who knew that Snow White grew up to be Ho White?  I guess things didn’t work out with Prince Charming after all.  She probably got tired of all his royal bullshitting!  Why put up with a royal pain in the ass when you can have seven down-to-earth dwarves to dote on you?  She looks pretty happy to me!  Rags-to-riches-to-rags you say?  Pfffft.  What do you think those dwarves were mining?  Coal?  Hell no!  They were mining GOLD!  Ho White is sitting pretty indeed!  Still, she needs to turn Grumpy over her knee and put a CB6000 on him.  Maybe he wouldn’t be so Grumpy then and he would actually get a turn banging Ho White!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SyWEAawbX7I/AAAAAAAAADI/Zk5b4S8V5Iw/s1600-h/HoWhite.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SyWEAawbX7I/AAAAAAAAADI/Zk5b4S8V5Iw/s200/HoWhite.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414879269700198322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-4393967124270125375?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/4393967124270125375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-ho-hi-ho-ho-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/4393967124270125375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/4393967124270125375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-ho-hi-ho-ho-white.html' title='Hi Ho, Hi Ho ... Ho White!'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SyWEAawbX7I/AAAAAAAAADI/Zk5b4S8V5Iw/s72-c/HoWhite.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-8777401151016006719</id><published>2009-09-24T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:42:52.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Session?</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures from my last session with my sub.  I shaved his sorry balls and applied a handful of Ben-Gay as punishment for not doing what I had told him to do.  Then, I had some fun with a length of cotton clothesline and some fishing weights for a second punishment!  Unfortunately, this was most likely the last session with my sub for real.  He has once again failed to do what I have told him he needed to do.  Three times now he has failed me.  About the only thing I like about baseball is the three strikes and you are out rule!  Works for me! Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SrwQJhncwlI/AAAAAAAAACg/XUiEECSCguQ/s1600-h/Clip1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SrwQJhncwlI/AAAAAAAAACg/XUiEECSCguQ/s200/Clip1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385197010256970322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SrwQZEr8OwI/AAAAAAAAACo/VRER7TuJRtA/s1600-h/Clip2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SrwQZEr8OwI/AAAAAAAAACo/VRER7TuJRtA/s200/Clip2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385197277369088770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SrwQjH0MeWI/AAAAAAAAACw/oOCXhmifvLQ/s1600-h/Clip3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SrwQjH0MeWI/AAAAAAAAACw/oOCXhmifvLQ/s200/Clip3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385197450007705954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I had some fun and got my frustrations out!  I'm already looking for my next victim.  Do YOU want to BE my next victim?  *wicked laughter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-8777401151016006719?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/8777401151016006719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-are-few-pictures-from-my-last.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/8777401151016006719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/8777401151016006719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-are-few-pictures-from-my-last.html' title='Last Session?'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SrwQJhncwlI/AAAAAAAAACg/XUiEECSCguQ/s72-c/Clip1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-5720198987420784453</id><published>2009-09-21T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:34:38.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Video</title><content type='html'>I absolutely adore anything vintage that portrays strong women and especially Dommes.  This video clip is pretty cool.  Filmed in 1960 it is a classic tale of a stripper who leaves her heroin addicted husband for the bright lights of New York City dressed only in a corset and raincoat.  On the plane she meets a well-to-do businessman with a friend who owns a nightclub…and you can fill in the rest of the story.  Just watch the way she struts around with that crop in her hand!  Is she not irresistible?  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pbWE4O3cBCs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pbWE4O3cBCs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-5720198987420784453?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/5720198987420784453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/09/vintage-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/5720198987420784453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/5720198987420784453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/09/vintage-video.html' title='Vintage Video'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-7837882011359675545</id><published>2009-09-01T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:08:33.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Himbos, hu?</title><content type='html'>Himbos.  Male versions of bimbos.  They are oh soooooo studly, but not very bright, and every girl should have at least one or two.  They are apparently all the rage in the fashion industry.  Do you know what it makes ME think of?  LOL!  Submissives, of course!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click on each picture to read the entire article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="first"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-trend-watch-himbos-are-the-new-must-have-fashion-accessory/" &gt;&lt;img width="100" height="100" alt="" src="http://static.thefrisky.com/images/uploads/Himbo_83109_m.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="first"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/daily/fashion/2009/08/wwd_the_age_of_the_himbo_is_up.html" &gt;&lt;img width="100" height="100" alt="" src="http://images.nymag.com/images/2/daily/2009/08/20090828_leaddg_560x375.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-7837882011359675545?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/7837882011359675545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/09/himbos-hu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/7837882011359675545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/7837882011359675545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/09/himbos-hu.html' title='Himbos, hu?'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-2558216765203723836</id><published>2009-08-31T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:45:26.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Socially Acceptable BDSM?</title><content type='html'>At times I think that BDSM is becoming more main stream, and then I run across an article like this one and I’m sure of it.  If this trendy website condones it surely it is becoming more socially acceptable to enjoy “rough sex.”  Click the pic below to read the article for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="first"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-doin-it-with-dr-v-love-hurts-sex-bruises/" &gt;&lt;img width="100" height="100" alt="" src="http://static.thefrisky.com/images/uploads/drv_c.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-2558216765203723836?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/2558216765203723836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/socially-acceptable-bdsm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/2558216765203723836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/2558216765203723836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/socially-acceptable-bdsm.html' title='Socially Acceptable BDSM?'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-358116136113328561</id><published>2009-08-29T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:52:00.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SpnJPGzoQvI/AAAAAAAAACY/GpJ7x4oSziU/s1600-h/sub4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SpnJPGzoQvI/AAAAAAAAACY/GpJ7x4oSziU/s200/sub4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375548891605779186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after receiving the hardest spanking of his life and my little boy has some lovely bruises to remember me by.  He won't soon forget my touch now will he?  I've agreed to allow him to serve me again on September 9th.  I'll have to punish him of course for not sending this picture to me right away as I asked him to.  *wicked laughter*  Do you wonder just what his punishment will be?  Hmmmmm.  My wicked, devious mind is turning.  You can be sure it will be the kind of punishment he won't like nor soon forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-358116136113328561?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/358116136113328561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-days-after-receiving-hardest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/358116136113328561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/358116136113328561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-days-after-receiving-hardest.html' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SpnJPGzoQvI/AAAAAAAAACY/GpJ7x4oSziU/s72-c/sub4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-8229723467557300600</id><published>2009-08-28T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:47:11.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domme Fashion Shoot?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I run across things on the Internet that make me do a double-take.  This photo shoot for W magazine is one of those “things.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="first"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wmagazine.com/fashion/2009/09/klein_academy" &gt;&lt;img width="100" height="100" alt="" src="http://www.wmagazine.com/images/fashion/2009/09/fass_lara_stone_06_t.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these pictures don’t whet your appetite for a strong woman (preferably a Domme!) I don’t know what would!  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-8229723467557300600?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/8229723467557300600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/domme-fashion-shoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/8229723467557300600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/8229723467557300600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/domme-fashion-shoot.html' title='Domme Fashion Shoot?'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-90473167967827312</id><published>2009-08-27T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:35:43.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New sub serves his Mistress well!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SpbGG9YbxpI/AAAAAAAAACI/mXBiSnJrH_8/s1600-h/sub1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SpbGG9YbxpI/AAAAAAAAACI/mXBiSnJrH_8/s200/sub1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374701028171826834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new sub came to play with me for the first time last evening.  I hate to brag on subs but this one is well trained and service-oriented.  For once, I have found a sub who truly wants to serve!  As if that were not enough he also enjoys suffering for my amusement!  He gives decent foot worship as well!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I give him for pleasing me?  For starters a little nipple torture, CBT with clothespins, and a sound flogging.  I'm sure his nipples and balls are still sore today!  I followed that up with a good long T&amp;D session refusing to allow him to cum no matter how much he whined and begged.  I love taking a sub to the edge and denying him release over and over again!  Its fun watching them squirm and beg!  I finished him off with the hardest spanking I’ve ever given any sub to date.  When he left my house he was black, blue, and very, very red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SpbGK92fuJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/o5PasdEsbK4/s1600-h/sub2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SpbGK92fuJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/o5PasdEsbK4/s200/sub2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374701097017391250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I checked my email this morning I had a message from him begging to come back and serve me again.  I told him to send me a picture of his bruised ass and I’d consider letting him serve me again.  Tee-hee-hee!  I'm still waiting for that picture.  I better not have to wait long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-90473167967827312?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/90473167967827312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-sub-serves-his-mistress-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/90473167967827312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/90473167967827312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-sub-serves-his-mistress-well.html' title='New sub serves his Mistress well!'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SpbGG9YbxpI/AAAAAAAAACI/mXBiSnJrH_8/s72-c/sub1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-8669025386629984272</id><published>2009-08-14T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T05:59:23.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddess Worship 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SoVfgpfBISI/AAAAAAAAACA/wXmNiWHt4Vg/s1600-h/9353034-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SoVfgpfBISI/AAAAAAAAACA/wXmNiWHt4Vg/s200/9353034-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369803145205588258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she your Goddess or no?&lt;br /&gt;She is worthy of your worship.&lt;br /&gt;Fall to your knees.&lt;br /&gt;Caress her feet with your lips.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in the scent of her.&lt;br /&gt;Willingly accept what she gives you&lt;br /&gt;   whether it be pleasure or pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-8669025386629984272?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/8669025386629984272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/goddess-worship-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/8669025386629984272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/8669025386629984272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/goddess-worship-2.html' title='Goddess Worship 2'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SoVfgpfBISI/AAAAAAAAACA/wXmNiWHt4Vg/s72-c/9353034-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-5228835747462448825</id><published>2009-08-13T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:37:27.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Nite in Drag</title><content type='html'>We love it when Jimmy Fallon dresses in drag and pretends to be his fictional wife, “Denise,” in “The Real Housewives of Late Night.” He did a pretty good job on Monday night: He had the Jersey accent down pat, nailed the self-congratulatory speeches, and almost threw a tantrum, which is about as “Real Housewife” as you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4a84192f3adb79a5/4a8325ef8a57db7f/34b646a8/-cpid/2dedd511b18241ea" id="W4727a250e66f97234a84192f3adb79a5" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4a84192f3adb79a5/4a8325ef8a57db7f/34b646a8/-cpid/2dedd511b18241ea" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-jimmy-fallon-is-a-real-housewife/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-5228835747462448825?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/5228835747462448825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/late-nite-in-drag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/5228835747462448825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/5228835747462448825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/late-nite-in-drag.html' title='Late Nite in Drag'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-5527298390557900090</id><published>2009-08-12T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:17:53.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a cucumber abuser?</title><content type='html'>I ran across this last Friday and thought it was hilarious, but I forgot to post it to my blog.  Hope you enjoy this as much as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/STg2KT84Q-A&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/STg2KT84Q-A&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-5527298390557900090?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/5527298390557900090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-cucumber-abuser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/5527298390557900090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/5527298390557900090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-cucumber-abuser.html' title='Are you a cucumber abuser?'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-1986502859087004458</id><published>2009-08-06T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:24:24.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddess Worship 1</title><content type='html'>Worship her,&lt;br /&gt;she is lovely beyond all others,&lt;br /&gt;she is perfect,&lt;br /&gt;where you are frail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SnstKD55zXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LSbr93yyQoA/s1600-h/worship.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SnstKD55zXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LSbr93yyQoA/s200/worship.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366933031812189554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within her,&lt;br /&gt;she holds the key &lt;br /&gt;to all you crave,&lt;br /&gt;to all your desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship her,&lt;br /&gt;devote yourself to her,&lt;br /&gt;she creates and gives birth,&lt;br /&gt;where you can only destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship her,&lt;br /&gt;hold her close,&lt;br /&gt;so she does not leave you,&lt;br /&gt;alone and longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend 10 minutes in meditation of the prose and picture above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-1986502859087004458?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/1986502859087004458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/goddess-worship-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/1986502859087004458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/1986502859087004458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/goddess-worship-1.html' title='Goddess Worship 1'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SnstKD55zXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LSbr93yyQoA/s72-c/worship.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-583334514092395389</id><published>2009-08-03T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:00:55.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV, your health, and the world.....serious shit!</title><content type='html'>As if we didn’t have enough to worry about, scientists in Paris have discovered a new strain of HIV.  Previous strains came from chimpanzees transmitted to humans when humans ate chimp meat.  I dunno about you but I’d have to be literally starving to death to eat chimp meat.  I guess the poor souls in Africa are indeed THAT hungry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new strain?  It comes from gorillas and can’t be detected by current HIV tests!  Great.  Just great.  The woman infected with this new strain adamantly denies eating gorilla meat, so that means that she got the virus from another human being.  Probably one that ate gorilla meat.  Which makes me wonder, how many people out there have this strain of HIV and don’t know it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SnczpLcxvYI/AAAAAAAAABw/J6gCGZOtmrI/s1600-h/aids_080309_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SnczpLcxvYI/AAAAAAAAABw/J6gCGZOtmrI/s200/aids_080309_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365814263576378754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently there are three variations of HIV.  This one represents a fourth.  It’s frightening how this disease has spread from one species to another and how quickly it has mutated.  HIV can lead to AIDS and currently there are an estimated 33 million cases of AIDS worldwide.  Many people are HIV positive and don’t know they have the disease.  It’s estimated that every 9 ½ minutes someone becomes infected with HIV.  That’s 56,000 people every year.  The CDC estimates that one in every five people with HIV in the U.S. don’t know that they have the disease.  Think about that.  It means that over 200,000 people in the U.S. have HIV and don’t know it and ARE SPREADING IT!  More than 14,000 people die from AIDS every year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CDC is encouraging everyone to get tested for HIV when they go into their doctor’s office for their next annual physical and I wholeheartedly agree.  Would you really WANT to spread the disease to another person if you had it?  Would you really WANT to live with that kind of guilt?  Would you want to get infected because someone else didn’t get tested?  The thing is that getting tested could not only save YOUR life, but the lives of others as well.  The thing is this, 40% of people contract AIDS just one short year after being diagnosed with HIV because they weren’t diagnosed early enough for life-saving drugs to prevent the progression of the disease.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice is two-fold.  Get tested and use condoms.  It’s that simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-583334514092395389?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/583334514092395389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/hiv-your-health-and-worldserious-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/583334514092395389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/583334514092395389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/08/hiv-your-health-and-worldserious-shit.html' title='HIV, your health, and the world.....serious shit!'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SnczpLcxvYI/AAAAAAAAABw/J6gCGZOtmrI/s72-c/aids_080309_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-2505199143002452961</id><published>2009-07-30T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:09:40.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Sub!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SnHEi3QlagI/AAAAAAAAABo/jr00fxDz0kg/s1600-h/bottom-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SnHEi3QlagI/AAAAAAAAABo/jr00fxDz0kg/s200/bottom-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364284734403078658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always fun interviewing new subs!  I never know what I'm going to get when I open up emails from them!  LOL!  Sometimes I get a checklist, and sometimes I get pictures.  Here's one that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEEDS &lt;/span&gt;to be disciplined!  I plan on making that ass nice and red and leaving some bruises on it!  Be careful what you ask for when you are emailing a Domme!  You might just get what you ask for....and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-2505199143002452961?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/2505199143002452961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-sub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/2505199143002452961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/2505199143002452961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-sub.html' title='New Sub!'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SnHEi3QlagI/AAAAAAAAABo/jr00fxDz0kg/s72-c/bottom-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-5209317421483156343</id><published>2009-07-28T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:52:50.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's NEVER too late!</title><content type='html'>I found an article on The Frisky this morning that I thought was awesome!  A 77 year old man finally decided to have a sex change operation!  His wife had recently died and he finally decided that now he was free to truly be himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="first"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-a-77-year-old-gets-a-sex-change/" &gt;&lt;img width="100" height="100" alt="" src="http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr20/Mistress_CJ/Vintage/parfume.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish her much luck and happiness in her new life, and I'll bet she &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;wishes she had done this a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOT &lt;/span&gt;sooner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-5209317421483156343?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/5209317421483156343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-never-too-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/5209317421483156343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/5209317421483156343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-never-too-late.html' title='It&apos;s NEVER too late!'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr20/Mistress_CJ/Vintage/th_parfume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-6078402284778366875</id><published>2009-07-27T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:59:56.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a start...</title><content type='html'>Are more women OK with watching porn these days?  Researchers seem to think so.  A recent article on Oprah.com details how women are indeed more open to watching porn than just a few short years ago.  What I found interesting is that researchers only showed what I would call "standard" porn.  FemDom related porn was interestingly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;included.  I wonder if more women were exposed to FemDom porn what the results would be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard porn is boring.  The costumes quite often look like left overs from the yearly Halloween clearance rack.  The plot in most of these films is totally unbelievable, and the dialog is completely ridiculous!  Standard porn depicts women who just lay there and moan or screech.  The guy is the hero of the film and he gets to do whatever he wants for as long as he wants and the woman pretends to enjoy it.  I have occasionally seen standard porn where the girl is the star of the show, and she mugs for the camera continuously while the guy does whatever.  Bo-ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think FemDom porn &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt;becoming more mainstream, and I honestly hope that more women &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ARE &lt;/span&gt;watching it.  I know that more and more men are interested in FemDom porn, so it's only a matter of time before they start nudging their wives and girlfriends to watch it with them.  The more adventurous girls will eventually agree to try some of the things from the flicks, hopefully sparking a desire to become more dominant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I think sexual appetites and desires are going to swing in the direction of women being &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MUCH &lt;/span&gt;more dominant in the bedroom!  Are we perhaps witnessing the changes already starting?  I certainly hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the entire article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="first"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/personal/07/24/o.women.watching.porn/index.html" &gt;&lt;img width="67" height="67" alt="" src=" http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2009/LIVING/personal/07/24/o.women.watching.porn/art.women.and.porn.o.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-6078402284778366875?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/6078402284778366875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-start.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/6078402284778366875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/6078402284778366875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-start.html' title='It&apos;s a start...'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-1284916367698880069</id><published>2009-07-22T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:09:29.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domme inspired haute couture?</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'll let you be the judge.  Click the link below and tell me....tell me some of those dresses are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;Domme inspired!  When I looked through those pictures I thought to myself that the only thing missing were a few black silk corsets here and there!  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="first"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AmvYI224Y72s.rtjmHnTl._qChkF;_ylu=X3oDMTB2bW42Z3BoBHBvcwMxBHNlYwN5bl9mZWF0dXJlZARzbGsDaW1hZ2U-/SIG=1608cv3dr/**http%3A//customsolutions.yahoo.com/news/infiniti/%3Fitem_tab=1%26item_guid=http%3A//d.yimg.com/a/p/rids/20090707/i/r337320553.jpg%3Fx=256%2526y=400%2526q=85%2526sig=YkCgBJtvjtrWQ3xMQ3RX9w--" &gt;&lt;img width="67" height="67" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/a/p/us/news/editorial/2/b1/2b163dbf98f7757aa84e2ccdf81c0cba.jpeg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AqIMZ71BuKdlniUljHo95g_qChkF;_ylu=X3oDMTE2OWVnOTdnBHBvcwMyBHNlYwN5bl9mZWF0dXJlZARzbGsDcGFyaXNmYXNoaW9u/SIG=1608cv3dr/**http%3A//customsolutions.yahoo.com/news/infiniti/%3Fitem_tab=1%26item_guid=http%3A//d.yimg.com/a/p/rids/20090707/i/r337320553.jpg%3Fx=256%2526y=400%2526q=85%2526sig=YkCgBJtvjtrWQ3xMQ3RX9w--"/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;Paris Fashion Week&lt;/a&gt;See haute couture collections from top designers.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-1284916367698880069?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/1284916367698880069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/07/domme-inspired-haute-couture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/1284916367698880069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/1284916367698880069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/07/domme-inspired-haute-couture.html' title='Domme inspired haute couture?'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-6864050994277927150</id><published>2009-06-06T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T07:48:02.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He was one of us.</title><content type='html'>As more details are released regarding David Carradine’s death it is looking more and more like he was one of us.  Reports are conflicting whether or not his hands were tied behind his back.  If they were, my personal theory is that he was not alone when he died.  He very well may have hired a local Domme to come and have a session with him in his hotel room.  Experienced or not breath play is not something even a healthy man should engage in, let alone a man who is 72 years old.  My theory is that he had a heart attack and died while the session was going on.  I sincerely hope the Domme (or Dom as the case may be) didn’t panic and thought to wipe all fingerprints from everything in the room, and had the good sense to exit the hotel through a side door and not the main entrance which was probably monitored by security cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While his death during a session was most likely accidental the Domme/Dom could very well be charged with his death.  The whole problem with breath play is that it is so extremely dangerous.  There are other forms of “edge play” that are dangerous, but none quite as dangerous as breath play.  I have read several online articles to try to understand better what happens to the body during breath play.  The problem is not only does it deprive the brain of oxygen, but it also changes the PH level of the blood itself.  It causes a chemical and hormonal imbalance in the brain, heart, and blood.  It causes the heart to beat irregularly and finally to stop beating entirely.  It is SOOOOO dangerous that I will not do breath play with anyone for any reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are someone who engages in breath play please stop.   Find alternative ways to enhance your orgasms.  If you absolutely can’t have orgasms any other way, I would advocate simply holding your breath as opposed to actually hanging yourself.  If you pass out while hanging, or have a heart attack you WILL die.  At least if you are simply holding your breath you always have the option to start breathing again.  The problem is that even if you ARE simply holding your breath you could still have a heart attack and die.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I advocate BDSM activities that are SAFE, SANE, AND CONSENTUAL.  Breath play is neither SAFE nor SANE.  Please play safely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-6864050994277927150?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/6864050994277927150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-was-one-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/6864050994277927150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/6864050994277927150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-was-one-of-us.html' title='He was one of us.'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-7945493895385340177</id><published>2009-05-12T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:28:30.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding Burnout!</title><content type='html'>I suppose burnout happens to everyone, even vanilla people, but for Dommes it can be especially difficult to deal with.  We spend so much time and energy creating enjoyable and satisfying scenes for subs that after a while we find ourselves completely drained of energy.  So, it’s not surprising that we need a vacation from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been living this lifestyle for about a year now, and burnout has most definitely set in.  Looking back I realize that I had been spreading myself entirely too thin, and trying to keep up with too many things.  Instead of my blog entries being fun, they became a second job without any pay!  I not only have a blog here on my website, but also on MySpace, as well as a group on MySpace!  Additionally, I was taking calls on NiteFlirt seven days a week, responding to emails on several accounts, and setting up appointments with subs!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on vacation for the last 12 days, and it has been wonderful to just relax and do nothing!  I’m ready to get back on the horse, so saddle up boys!  I’m ready to have some fun!  Believe me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-7945493895385340177?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/7945493895385340177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/05/regarding-burnout.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/7945493895385340177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/7945493895385340177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/05/regarding-burnout.html' title='Regarding Burnout!'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-2764033306112188827</id><published>2009-05-06T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:02:23.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Website/Forum</title><content type='html'>I just joined this forum and thought some of you might also be interested.  It seems to be very informative of all things BDSM.  There are book reviews, blogs, and news articles as well as a forum and chat section.  They also offer music and video sections, though I didn't see much listed.  It &lt;strong&gt;IS &lt;/strong&gt;after all a new site.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Registering takes a bit of time if you fill out all the questionaires thoroughly.  If you join, add me as a friend.  I'm registered as Mistress Alora.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- Forwarded Message ----&lt;br /&gt;From: Life Kink &lt;lifekink.ky@gmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: GDsN@yahoogroups.com&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Friday, April 3, 2009 11:33:13 AM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: ~~ GDsN ~~ New BDSM/Leather/Kink Site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New BDSM/Leather/Kink Site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're invited to be part of a new site, LifeKink (http://www.lifekink.com/),&lt;br /&gt;created especially for the Kink community, with a focus on those who are&lt;br /&gt;involved on a real-time basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Michael, the current host of the Louisville Munch, in Louisville,&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky, whose online work can be seen at www.louisvillemunch.com, and Ms Constance, the founder of the Louisville Munch and its host for ten years,&lt;br /&gt;as well as a nationally recognized educator and Leather titleholder, a&lt;br /&gt;Pantheon of Leather nominee for Woman of the Year and most recently as part of Couple of the Year, have been working on a home online for those of us who are involved in the face-to-face BDSM, Kink and Leather community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been members of the same sites you have and have had the same&lt;br /&gt;complaints.  Some sites seem to focus on those who aren't really involved in&lt;br /&gt;the lifestyle, but appeal to those who have no interest in real time&lt;br /&gt;relationships or community involvement. Other sites don't have any way to&lt;br /&gt;find others near you, or those who share your interests.  Some are simply&lt;br /&gt;unusable in more ways than we can name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been talking about this site for the last year and a half, talking&lt;br /&gt;about the things we wanted most in an online Kink community, and how we&lt;br /&gt;wanted a community site to function.  After a lot of hard work, we're&lt;br /&gt;finally ready to invite you to our new online home, LifeKink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LifeKink uses powerful search options to allow you to find other users -&lt;br /&gt;"Lifesters" - who are near you, or near any zip code you specify.  You'll be&lt;br /&gt;able to create clubs and events, and then promote those clubs and events to&lt;br /&gt;people who are nearby, people who share specific interests with you.  No&lt;br /&gt;more random browsing hoping to find familiar faces, or distance-based&lt;br /&gt;searches that seem to work sporadically or not at all.  Want to create a&lt;br /&gt;club for people interested in a specific activity or interest, like bondage,&lt;br /&gt;and then find people in your area who share that interest?  You can do it at&lt;br /&gt;LifeKink.  Would you like to talk to other Lifesters via instant message,&lt;br /&gt;without having to go outside the site itself?  You can do it at LifeKink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll also have the ability to share and view photos, music and play lists,&lt;br /&gt;browse or create a blog, visit our chat rooms or read and write articles or&lt;br /&gt;reviews.  You'll be able to choose your own url for your profile, your blog,&lt;br /&gt;your club or your article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still working on lots of improvements to the site, but we're ready to&lt;br /&gt;have you join us.  You'll also be able to easily invite your friends to join&lt;br /&gt;us, too.  We're excited about this, and we hope you are, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life.  My kink.  My LifeKink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to post this to other lists or forward to your friends.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a fully moderated group, GDsN seeks to serve as an answer source, and a gateway to other resources. We maintain an open "door" policy; please contact His joy (owner, YIM/email: joyspreader4u@yahoo.com), or the moderators at any time to relay links to be added, or any concerns, questions or suggestions you may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GDsN is for the newcomer to the Ds and BD/SM lifestyle, AND for those friendly and encouraging to them. We hope you will find it helpful, supportive and valuable, no matter on what leg of the journey you are. All legal, consenting adults are welcome and invited to participate, regardless of age, gender, experience level, physical location, relationship dynamics, religious or spiritual philosophy, sexual or scene orientation or any other labels.Yahoo! Groups Links&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-2764033306112188827?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/2764033306112188827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-websiteforum.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/2764033306112188827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/2764033306112188827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-websiteforum.html' title='New Website/Forum'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-3173161991024143253</id><published>2009-04-18T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T06:25:39.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PWH - Playing while high</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a while since I posted anything, as I have been quite busy lately with work and my personal life.  Here is one of my current observations of the BDSM scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that lately there has been an increase not only in on-line "relationships" but also with people who engage in BDSM while "high."  I've mostly noticed this from the "players" under 30.  They mostly seem to be looking for a thrill ride, and what could be more thrilling than to get high, smoke weed, do some coke or mushrooms, and engage in some BDSM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stance on this is "old fashioned" and I've been taken to task over and over again by these younglings who have soooooo much to learn.  Engaging in any form of BDSM while high is irresponsible.  Yet that seems to be the current "trend."  (And you thought piercings and cuttings were edgeplay!)  I know that I am not alone in my opinions that this sort of thing is terribly irresponsible.  What I worry about most is the fallout that such irresponsible behavior will cause for all of us who are living this lifestyle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us are trying to change the way that the vanilla society views BDSM.  We are trying to spread the word that BDSM is a lifestyle, not just some crazy club kink.  Our lifestyle is as important to us as the gay lifestyle is to the gay community.  We don't choose to be different, we ARE different!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger generation threatens to undermine our efforts to mainstream the lifestyle by playing while high.  Instead of promoting the lifestyle as healthy, they reduce it to its basest form.  Which will sell more newspapers or get more hits online?  Headlines about how healthy BDSM is for the psyche, or how some kid who was engaging in kinky play ended up ODing on drugs while being flogged by his Domme?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media loves to sensationalize everything.  They do it every day.  While there haven't been any stories in the media yet about kids engaging in BDSM activities while high, I'm sure its only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm admittedly new to the lifestyle I want what is best for all of us.  For me, that means trying to mainstream our lifestyle and promote it in responsible ways.  I want to show the world that we are not criminals who kidnap people from outside the lifestyle against their will and tie them up to a St. Andrews cross and flog them to within an inch of their lives!  We maintain the standars of safe, sane, and consensual at all times.  To do otherwise is to threaten to drive the lifestyle back underground, and to lose what we have gained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-3173161991024143253?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/3173161991024143253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/04/pwh-playing-while-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/3173161991024143253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/3173161991024143253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/04/pwh-playing-while-high.html' title='PWH - Playing while high'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-3549242010805157114</id><published>2009-03-26T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:22:15.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Topping from the Bottom or Passive-Agressive Behavior?</title><content type='html'>So this “daily blog” is turning out to be a weekly blog.  The days when I have things to write about, I have no time at all to write.  When I actually have time to write, I can’t think of a single thing to write about!  Something needs to change, and I think it is the name of this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/ScwYzB93LoI/AAAAAAAAABc/nXF0a5CasCA/s1600-h/spanking-in-matrons-study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/ScwYzB93LoI/AAAAAAAAABc/nXF0a5CasCA/s200/spanking-in-matrons-study.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317652524998012546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I TOLD YOU TO WEAR PINK PANTIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I gave up on teaching my newest sub anything.  In fact, I’ve decided not to play with “switches” anymore at all ever again!  I’ve had five switches ….count them….FIVE….in the last year, and I have found the exact same defects in all of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, in my opinion switches do not take submission seriously.  They want to submit, but only on THEIR terms.  Translated into plain English that means that they want to “top from the bottom,” and I have a definite and decided dislike of THAT!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, switches have an ego problem.  The problem seems to be that their egos are roughly the size of Montana !  Not only do they only want to “submit” on THEIR own terms, but they know EXACTLY HOW they should be submitting!  Since they already KNOW how to submit, they don’t need to be TAUGHT anything!  How convenient for them!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, switches have some serious “trust” issues.  In order to truly submit to someone you have to be able to trust that person.  All FIVE of the switches I have played with have had problems trusting me enough to let go and truly submit to me.  Funny thing that NONE of my “true submissives” have EVER had a problem trusting me at all!  Only the switches.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, and this is just an interesting fact more than anything else, ALL of the switches I’ve played with have been divorced!  I’m not sure if that has anything at all to do with the REST of their issues, but it certainly is an interesting fact and has bearing on their trust issues if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, when does "topping from the bottom" become passive agressive behavior?  As illustrated in the cartoon above and the caption below it, if I tell a sub to wear "pink panties" and he puts on a "pink thong" he is obviously &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;following my directions, but acting in a passive-agressive manner.  It is the equivalent of sticking his tongue out like a petulant child, crossing his arms and saying to my face, "I'm not gonna, and you can't make me!"  Well, the question here is, does the sub WANT to submit or not?  I'm not going to argue the semantics that a "thong" actually IS a type of "panty" and therefore he IS following my directions.  This kind of behavior is only good for one thing, and that is to rebel against a Domme's authority in a passive-agressive manner.  If a sub is going to act in a passive-agressive way, I'm not going to waste my time on him.  Period.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I am NOT interested in playing with switches anymore EVER again!  Switches simply are not submissive enough for me.  For those of you who actually ENJOY playing with switches...more power to you.  You can play with MY share!  I certainly don't want them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-3549242010805157114?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/3549242010805157114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/03/topping-from-bottom-or-passive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/3549242010805157114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/3549242010805157114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/03/topping-from-bottom-or-passive.html' title='Topping from the Bottom or Passive-Agressive Behavior?'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/ScwYzB93LoI/AAAAAAAAABc/nXF0a5CasCA/s72-c/spanking-in-matrons-study.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-1532496390255780921</id><published>2009-03-15T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:10:04.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Pet</title><content type='html'>I have taken on a new pet that lives in Australia.  He is in dire need of training, and I have decided to try and teach him a thing or two.  Up until now he has been a switch in his life, and to me that is like trying to ride the fence.  Make up your mind already! Are you dominant or submissive?  For God's sake; just pick one!  He has made the very wise decision to give up trying to be a Dom, and surrender to his sub feelings.  I am quite surprised and pleased with his surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time-to-time I will be posting his journal entries here for everyone to read.  Here is his first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, March 14th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life as Mistress Alora's slave started in the early hours of this morning with our very first session. At the end of it I was still begging for more, and am now couting down the minutes till our next meeting, though it still be hours away. There was a lot of discusion over the last week leading up to this day to make sure we would both be compatible for each other, and she so constantly fills my thoughts now it's hard to remember her not being in my life before this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I had to do one of the hardest things I could think of doing, but one I knew I must as she had requested it so. I had to pack up and put away all my intimate apparel, heels, knickers, hose, nightwear, you get the picture. So many items colected lovingly over so many years all now gone. I took pictures of all these items and had to count them before storing them all away. I am to start anew with her and have already purchased some new knickers and nighties and a bra and pair of heels to wear as she desires. Hard to do on a budget and also when still in pain from an accident involving myself being knocked from my motorbike by a car. I also had to purchase some rope today, though made out of cotton not synthetic materials. This proved harder than I thought it would and 10 stores later I finally found some. Well that's been my experience of day one as Mistress Alora's slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have grown quite fond of this little pet over the past week, however demanding and cheeky he may be.  For example, today I didn't have time to send him any emails.  He was very hurt and disappointed by this, and yet "I" am the Mistress.  It is "I" who decides when "I" have time to throw him a crumb or three, not he himself.  As noted earlier, up until now he has been a switch and so he has MUCH to learn about serving a Domme properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-1532496390255780921?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/1532496390255780921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-pet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/1532496390255780921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/1532496390255780921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-pet.html' title='My New Pet'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-9208979787945348677</id><published>2009-03-12T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:43:25.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chastity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/Sb12Z3-GLQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ebp53l40cM8/s1600-h/CB6000.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/Sb12Z3-GLQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ebp53l40cM8/s200/CB6000.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313533322260262146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever dream of being locked in chasity, being denied not only the opportunity to get hard but also to cum whenever you want?  The CB6000 and other devices seem like such wonderful items with which a Mistress may impose her will on her subs and strip him of his power.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known some subs who live in permanent chasity, who are only allowed to cum once a year, and some not at all!  Some subs willing, and gladly give this up for their Mistress, and others begrudginly.  For some, it seems appealing, and yet after the lock has clicked into place, and they have had to endure chastity for some weeks, it loses its appeal.  For others, the act of being "milked" is humiliating, and they wish they could be allowed to cum just once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most men, chastity seems to be the best way to get them to think with their brain instead of their cocks.  With the cock locked up and no chance to get hard, let alone to cum, male subs do a MUCH better job of using their brains to please their Mistresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently took a phone call from a sub that I will call "john."  John had recently lost his Mistress due to her moving away, but he remained in chastity.  Before she moved away she devised an evil plan that only allowed "john" to go and get the key to his chastity belt every three weeks.  He then had to tie himself to a kitchen chair leaving only his right hand free.  Then, he was to call Nite Flirt and speak to one of the Mistresses who he hoped would take pity on him and allow him to jerk off and cum.  If not, he would be ordered to lock his free right hand into a handcuff, and would have to wait for the block of ice around his neck to melt, allowing him access to the key.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You KNOW that I told that boy to lock his right hand up and remain in chastity for another three weeks!  He cried quite miserably (while I laughed wickedly) and told me that it would take about five hours for the block of ice to melt.  No matter to ME!  I'm not the one with a chronic problem with masturbating 50 times a day!  I DO hope he calls me again in three weeks!  *evil laughter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-9208979787945348677?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/9208979787945348677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/03/chastity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/9208979787945348677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/9208979787945348677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/03/chastity.html' title='Chastity'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/Sb12Z3-GLQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ebp53l40cM8/s72-c/CB6000.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-4559443945668039753</id><published>2009-03-09T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:55:19.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing High</title><content type='html'>There seems to be an agreement among the Dommes and subs under 30 that it’s ok to get high and then have a session together.  For me personally, this goes waaaaay beyond being irresponsible.  The under 30 group seem to think that it would be funny to get high, tie someone up, and walk away and forget about them.  Or how about this one, get high, tie someone up and make them eat a Twinkie out of your butt?  I’m sorry, but for me personally this has nothing to do whatsoever with BDSM.  This sounds more like a bunch of kids playing pranks on one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BDSM can be fun, and Dom/mes can be mischievous and play pranks on their subs, but a Dom/me should never tie a sub up or down and walk away.  Likewise, Dom/mes and subs should never, ever play when either of them are under the influence of anything.  The risks are just too great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m old fashioned, but when I play I’m constantly aware that the sub has put his well-being into my hands for safe keeping.  That’s why at the beginning of each session, I go thru a ritual with my subs no matter how many times I have played with them before.  I have my sub kneel, and I ask them if they promise to do all that I ask of them to the best of their ability.  Once they answer yes, I gently stroke the side of their face and promise to take good care of them while they serve me.  It is a rather formal way of exchanging promises.  My sub promises to try and serve me to the best of his ability, and I promise to let no lasting harm come to him.  It’s a formal exchange of trust.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were high, I could not make such promises, and if my sub were high neither could he.  Being high changes your perceptions, and your reactions.  A Dom/me can not promise to take good care of their sub, because they are not really all that interested in the sub, but how they feel being high.  Likewise, a sub can not serve to the best of his ability if he’s high.  It’s a fact; people do some very stupid things when they are high.  I personally would not want to be responsible for something really bad happening to someone.  It’s a matter of responsibility and trust.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the young all things are possible, and they are invincible.  Nothing bad will ever happen to them, until it does, and then they learn usually at the expense of someone else.  This is one of many reasons why I refuse to play with subs under the age of 30.  They simply are NOT mature or responsible enough to interest me.  My subs know that they can trust me, because I take things so seriously.  If I make a mistake it will be an honest mistake made in error, not a foolish mistake made out of irresponsibility or stupidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-4559443945668039753?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/4559443945668039753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/03/playing-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/4559443945668039753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/4559443945668039753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/03/playing-high.html' title='Playing High'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-4543490157864898860</id><published>2009-03-07T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:35:57.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creampie Fantasy</title><content type='html'>On your knees you cocksucking slut!  You are a worthless piece of dogmeat and you know it!  The only thing you want is to lick your own cum up off the floor!  Do you deserve to be allowed to do such a thing?  Humph!  You will have to serve ME first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your mouth like a good little cocksucker.  Taste my Feeldoe in your mouth.  Run your tongue over it.  Ummmmmm, doesn’t that feel good?  Now, suck on it!  Suck on it like you mean it!  If you don’t impress me I won’t allow you to lick your cum up off the floor!  Now, suck it!  Suck it harder!  Here, let me fuck your face!  Just stay still and keep that hole you call a mouth open!  Wider!  I want to fuck your mouth hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s that?  I can’t hear anything you say because I’m fucking your mouth, so shut up!  Stupid sissy cocksucker!  Turn around and get on your hands and knees!  Let me spread open those fat ass cheeks of yours.  You KNEW I was going to fuck your ass didn’t you?  Of course you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There now, let me slide it in!  Ooooooh!  Hurts soooooo good doesn’t it?  Let me find my rhythm so I can fuck you hard.  There we go, nice and hard.  Harder.  Harder.  Can you hear my hips smacking against your ass cheeks?  I want to hear you scream damnitall!  Can you feel it on your prostate?  Banging into it harder and harder?  Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.  Damn that feels good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me turn on the little bullet vibe so my clit gets some action too!  There now, that’s better.  Let me fuck you some more!  Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.  What’s that?  You can feel the bullet vibe too?  Well, goody for you!  I’m not even close to cumming yet, so shut up and stay still!  Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.  God you are a good fuck!  Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.  I don’t CARE that your ass hurts!  Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.  Getting closer!  Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.  Harder.  Harder.  Harder.  Harder.  Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.  C’mon!  Lemme hear you make some noise damnit!  Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.  Fucking you sooooo hard!  Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.   C’mon scream for me damnit! Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.    Damn that feels good!  Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.   Now grab your pathetic little cock and stroke it for me!  Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.   Stroke it hard!  Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.  C’mon stroke it!  Stroke it!  I want to hear you scream and watch you cum all over my floor!  You dirty cocksucker!  Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God that felt great!  Just look at that mess you made on my floor!  Be a good doggie and lick it up now!  That’s right.  Put your face right down there and stick out your tongue.  Now, lap it up!  That’s right!  Lap it up!  All of it!  NOW damnit!  You missed a spot!  Go back and lick it again!  All of it!  Now there’s a good little cocksucking slut!  Licked it all up off the floor.  Now you dirty boy, you get to clean my pussy out!  Bring that tongue over here and start licking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-4543490157864898860?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/4543490157864898860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/03/creampie-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/4543490157864898860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/4543490157864898860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/03/creampie-fantasy.html' title='Creampie Fantasy'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-7669997112880007335</id><published>2009-02-26T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:11:28.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Imagine...</title><content type='html'>Just imagine being blindfolded, lying on your side on the mistress' soft queen sized bed, your hands cuffed behind your back.  The pillows, sheets, and comforter all smell like her.  You are allowed to lay on top of her bed, but not to get "into" her bed.  Such a subtle distinction.  You are not worthy to lay between her sheets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear her moving around the room, feel the bed shift as she sits on the bed behind you.  She attaches something to the collar you are wearing, and then to the wrist cuffs.  She draws it between your legs.  It is a thin cotton rope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wraps it around the base of your rock hard cock several times, and then ties it off.  You wonder what will happen if you move, so you lay very still.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time for some anal training," she whispers into your ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rummages around, and you hear the wet sound of lube being squeezed out of a tube.  You know what comes next.  She LOVES doing this to you.  She pulls the cotton rope out from between your butt cheeks, and shoves the hard cold butt plug into place.  You gasp in spite of yourself at the size and pain of it.  She moves the rope back into place, forcing the butt plug to stay in.  You will your anal muscles to relax but they continue to spasm in spite of your efforts.  Your cock is throbbing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moves to sit on the bed in front of you, and reaches over to carress your ass cheek softly with her open palm.  Then, she begins to spank you.  First lightly, then harder.  First one ass cheek, then the other.  Harder and harder until your ass cheeks are burning with fire.  Your body tenses up, including your anal muscles, and the pain intensifies as your body tries to expell the butt plug, but the rope keeps it firmly in place.  You groan in spite of yourself as she continues to spank you.  Your cock is rock hard and throbbing with the need to cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is finally finished spanking you, she moves off the bed, and you hear her doing something, but can't figure what it is.  The sound of more lube being squeezed out onto something is the dead give away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roll over on your stomach," She whispers, "and get up on your knees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You assume the position, the rope pulling harshly at your big erect cock, pinching the skin painfully.  She gets on the bed behind you, and pulls the rope to the side, again pulling painfully on your cock.  She roughly pulls the butt plug out and drops it to the floor.  Moments later she is spreading your cheeks, and shoving her strap-on dildo into your ass.  You gasp and groan at the pain, and squeeze your eyes shut as she fucks your ass.  She laughs wickedly as she plunges the dildo deeper and deeper into your ass.  You are nothing but her little whore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-7669997112880007335?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/7669997112880007335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-imagine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/7669997112880007335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/7669997112880007335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-imagine.html' title='Just Imagine...'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-9184317420335500947</id><published>2009-02-24T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:58:20.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toys - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/Sb15gaux0vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mUUPZwW_hV8/s1600-h/strap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/Sb15gaux0vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mUUPZwW_hV8/s200/strap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313536733205353202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided that my next toy purchase will be a five ring gates of hell and a leather cock strap.  Mojo Garden has both pieces with “D” rings.  I’ve decided that I can make a chain with lobster claw clasps at either end.  I LOVE having options!  I can use this chain to attach my new black clover clamps to either the gates of hell or the cock strap!  I LOVE situational bondage!  With the gates of hell, as long as my sub’s little toy soldier stands to attention, all is well.  As soon as his cock starts to “fade” the weight of it should pull on the clover clamps!  The “D” ring you see is on the tip end of the gates of hell!  *wicked laughter*  Next on my list?  A parachute and weights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/Sb15rP286YI/AAAAAAAAABA/tX16GVfXMYQ/s1600-h/gates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/Sb15rP286YI/AAAAAAAAABA/tX16GVfXMYQ/s200/gates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313536919265405314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-9184317420335500947?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/9184317420335500947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-toys-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/9184317420335500947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/9184317420335500947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-toys-part-2.html' title='New Toys - part 2'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/Sb15gaux0vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mUUPZwW_hV8/s72-c/strap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-8359875590510770001</id><published>2009-02-23T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:01:42.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toys!</title><content type='html'>Last week I ordered two sets of nipple clamps (I couldn't decide which one I wanted most, so I bought both!) from Mojo Garden.  One pair is a lovely set of pink tweezer nipple clamps with little pink bells at the ends.  The other pair is a set of black clover clamps connected with a black chain.  You can see the striking differences between the two immediately, and the potential for interesting play!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely little pink tweezer clamps are perfect for "sissifying" a submissive, while the black clover clamps mean serious business.  These two sets of clamps could not be any more different.  One is a pretty sissy pink, the other set is a sinister black.  One set has cute little pink beads and bells, the other set has a heavy black chain.  While both sets can be attached to apply strong pressure to the nipples, the clover clamps are the more serious of the two.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to use the tweezer clamps as they are without any modification at all.  However, the clover clamps will most certainly be modified.  I plan to go to the local craft store and pick up a length of black chain and some "O" rings.  Hopefully, I'll be able to find a chain that matches the black chain very closely.  I plan to use an "O" ring to attach the new length of chain, and at the other end of the long chain will be either a cock ring, or a 5 ring gates of hell.  I can hardly wait to use this on my sub!  *wicked laughter*  Especially with clothes pins attached to his balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next purchase is likely to be a parachute and weights.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-8359875590510770001?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/8359875590510770001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-toys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/8359875590510770001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/8359875590510770001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-toys.html' title='New Toys!'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-170794131831096210</id><published>2009-02-20T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:09:21.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Freaking Flogging Friday!</title><content type='html'>The weekend is nearly here.  Do you have plans yet?  If not, how about giving me a call tonight between 7:00 – 10:00.  I’ll be waiting on your call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be talk about?  Well bitch boy; I’ll instruct you on what you need to do to please me.  I’ll make you kneel and beg kiss my feet to begin with, after which you will beg for me to put a collar and wrist cuffs on you.  I’ll use double-ended snaps to fasten you to the “O” rings in the doorway between my dining room and living room.  Then I’ll put my lovely little pink tweezer nipple clams on your nipples, the ones with the cute pink bells on the end, and a few clothes pins on your balls.  Then, because its Flogging Friday, I’ll be glad to give you a nice flogging, first with my soft deerskin flogger, and then with my stiff cowhide flogger.  Of course, the session wouldn’t be complete without a good butt fucking!  After I flog your sorry ass, I’ll command you to your knees and fuck you good and hard.  I wonder if I’ll be able to hear the bells on the nipple clamps tinkling over the sounds of your screams?  *wicked laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.meninpain.com/imagedb/6030/i/h/830/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 553px; height: 830px;" src="http://ads.meninpain.com/imagedb/6030/i/h/830/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-170794131831096210?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/170794131831096210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/fabulous-freaking-flogging-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/170794131831096210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/170794131831096210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/fabulous-freaking-flogging-friday.html' title='Fabulous Freaking Flogging Friday!'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-7317434357126202205</id><published>2009-02-19T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:31:02.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishment for the Day!</title><content type='html'>You have been naughty, haven't you? Hmmmmmm, I LIKE punishing naughty boys! Your punishment is as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will turn you over my knee and give you a resounding spanking until your ass is a bright cherry red. Then, I will command you to stand in the corner with your pants around you ankles for 45 minutes. Clover clamps will be attached to your nipples. At the bottom of the chain that connects the clover clamps there is an "O" ring, and attached to that "O" ring is a short chain that runs down to a five ring Gates of Hell that has been fastened tightly around your throbbing cock. Now, stand there and think about how naughty you have been my little bitch boy!  Let's see how tight those clover clamps get in 45 minutes!  *wicked laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://male.stockroom.com/common/images/products/A311/A311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://male.stockroom.com/common/images/products/A311/A311.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-7317434357126202205?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/7317434357126202205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/punishment-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/7317434357126202205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/7317434357126202205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/punishment-for-day.html' title='Punishment for the Day!'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-2732110592148160293</id><published>2009-02-17T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:02:07.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Mistress</title><content type='html'>It is a cold and blustery day, and I’m walking down the city street with my coat buttoned tightly against the icy wind.  I find myself standing once more in front of the door to an unassuming building.  Very few people know what lies behind that door, but I do. I’ve been here a time or two before.  The woman that lives behind that door is a middle aged woman of average looks.  She is tall, and would be classified as a BBW, with blonde hair and dark brown eyes.  If you saw her in Wal-mart or Sears you wouldn’t give her a second look, unless you knew her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I push the door open and cross the threshold taking a deep breath.  I have come here to see her, this average woman who is old enough to be my mother.  My cock begins to throb as I think about her and what she will do to me.  I close the door behind me, take off my shoes and socks, and place them to the side.  I take off my coat and hang it on the coat rack in the hallway.  The warmth of the house feels good after the icy wind outside.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I kneel on the hardwood floor and wait for her.  I know that she has heard me come in.  I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait for her.  It depends on how busy she is, but I would wait all day if I had to.  She is worth the wait.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hear her heels clacking on the hardwood stairs as she comes to me.  She is in no hurry as she descends.  I know that she is looking me over, watching me closely, considering me unworthy of her time.  I bow my head a little lower, and round my back in respect and submission.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She stands before me and I stare at her feet; lovely Goddess feet with red nails and strappy black shoes.  I wait an eternity for her to move, to speak to me, my cock standing rock hard in my jeans.  She says nothing but ruffles my hair and begins to circle me.  She is inspecting me and I know finding fault.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Take off your shirt,” she says, and I comply.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Fold it and lay it in front of you.”  I immediately do as she has told me, but despite my compliance she strikes me with her crop across my back.  The pain feels good, and I can’t wait to take off my jeans.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She stands in front of me again, and I am forced to look at her feet, unable to touch them.  She steps on my folded shirt and grinds it under her toes.  Standing on my shirt, she places her foot on my crotch and my cock twitches.  I am helplessly and hopelessly hers for the taking.  My head remains bowed, and I feel fortunate that she has chosen to place her foot on my cock.  I am honored that she would want to touch me this way.  She shifts her weight onto my crotch, and my cock is squashed against my stomach.  I groan wanting nothing more than to take off my jeans.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“You dirty bitch boy!  I know what you want!”  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She stalks away, across the room and sits down in her leather wingback chair.  She puts her feet up on the leather ottoman, and crosses her feet at the ankles.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Crawl over here little boy on your hands and knees!”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I crawl over to her on my hands and knees.  The floor is hard under my knees, and I know I will have bruises tomorrow.  I don’t care.  I want bruises to remind me that this was real.  I wait for her to notice me or tell me what to do next.  She slides the ottoman to the side out from under her feet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Assume the position of the ottoman.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I crawl over to where the ottoman used to be, and she uses my back for a foot rest.  I can feel her shoes against my skin.  I feel honored to be able to serve her like this.  I wonder how long she will keep me like this or what she will have me do next.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I do not have to wait long as she removes her feet from my back.  She uses her crop to strike me across the ass very hard.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Get those jeans off!”  She commands.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I quickly shuck the jeans, and wait on my knees for her to tell me what to do next.  She sits regarding me, a skinny kid young enough to be her son.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Fold your jeans up and crawl back over and put them with your shirt, then crawl back to me.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I quickly crawled away, carrying my jeans in my teeth by a belt loop.  I knew better than to take too long.  As I said, I had been here before.  I quickly and neatly folded my jeans and placed them on top of my trampled shirt.  As quickly as I could I crawled back over to her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“TOO SLOW!”  She roared as she let fly with the crop across my now naked ass.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I cried out despite myself at the pain.  I had known that no matter how quickly I had crossed the floor, and how neatly I had folded my jeans, it would not have pleased her.  I dropped my head in shame at having displeased her.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She put her foot on my back and shoved hard.  I quickly flattened myself to the floor under the weight of her foot.  Slowly, I felt her moving to stand on my back her high heels digging into my skin.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“You sick, twisted little bitch boy!”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She walked the full length of my back, and finally rested one of her precious feet on the back of my head.  My face was pressed into the floor firmly, and my cock was rock hard in my boxers.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When she stepped off of me it was to place a foot on either side of my face.  I dared to steal a glance out of the corner of my eye at her right foot so close to my face.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“You want them…..don’t you?”  She whispered huskily.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Yes Ma’am.”  I answered enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“You want to smell them……kiss them……lick them……..suck them……..don’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oooooooooh Ma’am!  Pleeeeease?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“HA! You are not worthy to smell them, much less kiss them!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whimpered as she walked away, taking those beautiful Goddess feet further away from me.  I heard her moving things around on one of the tables in the room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Resume a kneeling posture!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately changed position, and she quickly snapped a nylon dog collar around my neck.  She attached a matching leash to the D-ring, and then quickly buckled leather wrist cuffs on me.  Matching leather ankle cuffs completed my new look, and I waited constantly watching those lovely feet of hers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Follow me little boy,” she said giving a tug to my leash as she began walking to the kitchen.  I was expected to keep up with her, and I did my best but still fell behind.  She struck me with her crop again across my back, and I quickly caught up with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You MUST learn to keep up with me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tug to my leash and we were off again, and this time she didn’t stop until she got to the kitchen.  She dropped my leash and poured a glass of wine for herself and a bowl of milk for me.  She put the bowl on the floor so that I could drink it up while she sipped her wine.  I did my best to lap up the milk as quickly as I could, but before I could even drink half of the milk, she was tugging at my collar again ready to go back to the living room.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crawled as quickly as I could, my knees becoming sore and bruised, and this time I kept up with her pretty well.  When we reached the living room she dropped my leash, and sat back down in her chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get those ridiculous boxers off!”  She commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped them off and waited for her to tell me what to do next.  Of course, she ordered me to crawl over and put them with my shirt and jeans folded neatly.  I did so my rock hard cock bouncing wildly as I crawled as quickly as I could, and promptly received another stroke of her crop across my ass for not moving fast enough to please her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood over me and looked down.  I waited, watching those luscious feet of hers from the corner of my eye.  Before I knew what was happening she had lubed a butt plug and shoved it into my ass.  It was hard and painful in my ass, and in only a moment or two it popped back out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh I have the remedy for THAT!”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took my hold of my leash and twisted my collar around so that the D-ring was in the back.  She pulled the leash straight down my back, shoved the butt plug back into place and pulled the leash up between my legs and tied it tightly to the base of my cock.  It pulled my cock backwards slightly and pinched the skin where it was tied, but the butt plug stayed in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat back down, crop in hand and watched me for a few minutes.  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now,” she said “you may resume a kneeling position, and you may kiss my left shoe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the pain in my ass and cock I quickly fell to her feet and began to kiss her shoe.  She sat back and sipped her wine totally ignoring me.  She crossed her legs and her right foot struck the back of my head.  It didn’t matter, I was in ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while she let me kiss her right shoe.  I was soooo glad to finally be able to get close to her lovely feet!  They smelled soooo good and I occasionally managed to rub my face against her foot while kissing her shoe.  If she noticed she didn’t let on that she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without warning she got up and walked to the kitchen, leaving me where I was.  I could do nothing but wait for her to return or call for me.  I waited for a very long time for her to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she reentered the room she was wearing her strap-on.  I knew what would come next.  We had played this game a lot.  It was one of her favorite things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on you little dirty boy, suck my cock!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly and enthusiastically began to suck her dildo.  Each stroke down took me closer to her pussy, and I would get a really good smell of her.  Each stroke up took me away from the heat and scent of her body.  She wrapped her fingers in my hair and began to shove my head up and down.  I choked and gagged once or twice as she shoved my head down too far on the dildo and it hit the back of my throat.  She laughed at my predicament enjoying it thoroughly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get down on your hands and knees.  I want to fuck your ass like the little whore that you are!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreaded this because even though she used lots of lube and had done it several times, it still hurt like hell.  Even while I dreaded it, I wanted it very badly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She untied the leash, and pulled the butt plug out of my ass letting it drop to the floor.  She lubed the dildo generously, and spread my butt cheeks.  She slowly pushed the dildo into my ass, and it hurt like hell as it always did.  I cried out, and put my head down on my arms and closed my eyes.  I bit my lip against the pain as she started to fuck me.  I felt like a whore, cheap and dirty as she fucked me on her living room floor.  She didn’t ease up even when I started to protest loudly that the damned thing hurt.  She fucked me hard despite my bitchin, or maybe because of it.  It finally occurred to me that maybe if I learned to keep my mouth shut she might not fuck me so hard anymore.  I waited for it to be over, but she was enjoying it so much it seemed like she would go on forever.  She finally reached around and grabbed my rock hard cock and started stroking me.  Somehow she stroked me and fucked me at the same time, in the same rhythm.  It didn’t take long for me to cum once she started stroking me.  I was young, and it never took much to make me cum.  The orgasm built to a white hot heat and blasted out of me with a tremendous force.  I gasped for air as I shot my load.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally pulled the dildo from my ass, and slapped my butt cheek hard.  She unstrapped the dildo, and tossed it on the floor beside the butt plug.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Such a filthy little slut you are!  You need to be punished for being so filthy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that she began to wail on my ass, spanking me with her open hand.  She finally took off her shoe and began spanking me with that, because I guess her hand had started to hurt.  When she was satisfied that I had been properly punished, she finally stopped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look at what a mess you have made on my floor!  You nasty boy!  Clean that up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was almost as bad as getting fucked up the ass.  I crawled around and faced back the opposite way and looked at the massive puddle of cum on the floor.  I shuddered as I thought about having to lick it up.  Her crop came down across my shoulder blades, and that was enough to make me lower my head and start licking up the mess I had made.  It was disgusting and cold and I had to fight to urge to puke.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was all cleaned up, she had me crawl back over to my clothes.   She unbuckled the wrist and ankle cuffs and took off the collar.  She tousled my hair again and told me to get dressed.  She gathered up the toys she had played with and took them to the bathroom to clean them.  When she came back I was dressed and had my coat on, and was ready to walk out the door.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned back and without looking at her asked, “Same time next week Ma’am?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the corner of my eye I saw her smile, and she said, “Absolutely!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buttoned my coat against the icy wind, and stepped back out into the cold once more warmed with the memory of what she had done to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-2732110592148160293?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/2732110592148160293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-mistress.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/2732110592148160293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/2732110592148160293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-mistress.html' title='My First Mistress'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-3120341867938811622</id><published>2009-02-16T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:30:45.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The science of kissing!</title><content type='html'>http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/02/13/kissing.science/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of trying to cure diseases, &lt;strong&gt;these &lt;/strong&gt;scientists are trying to figure out why we like to kiss.  DUH!  &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; can tell you why!  It feels great!  Well, most of the time it does!  Sometimes its awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a kiss is good you feel it all the way down to your toes!  You pull that person closer, and the next thing you know you are both pulling each other's clothes off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a kiss is bad, well...that all depends.  How much do you like the other person?  I mean, is the other person HOT???  I've had that happen a couple of times.  I've gone out with men who were REALLY HOT, but then when they kissed me it was AWFUL!  In most cases, I've tried to put more &lt;strong&gt;into &lt;/strong&gt;the kissing, so that I would hopefully get more &lt;strong&gt;OUT &lt;/strong&gt;of the kissing.  Unfortunately, some people simply do not know how to kiss.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's look at some very basic concepts of kissing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people don't understand the concept of "pucker up" or how important it is.  When you pucker your lips it makes you really focus on that area of your body.  Go ahead.  Close your eyes and pucker your lips gently right now, just like you were going to kiss someone.  Don't worry, no one is looking!  See, just the act of puckering can make you feel horny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people don't understand the concept of "slobber control."  Too much saliva makes for a VERY messy kiss that sometimes makes you feel like you need to go take a shower afterwards!  I've had a few of those too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others don't understand the concept of "give and take."  Good kissing is like a dance.  There's a good amount of give and take.  I'll let you rub your tongue in my mouth, but then after a while its MY turn to put MY tongue in YOUR mouth!  Beware the kisser who tongues you but won't let you tongue them back!  This is a serious mistake!  It's a dead giveaway that someone is a self-centered taker!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mistake is the one made by the person who refuses to give or take tongue!  In MY book, anyone who just wants cutsy little lip kisses is not serious about kissing me, and I'm not going to waste my time on them!  Who would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great kiss is the one where both of you relax completely, and close your eyes, and open up to each other.  Your tongues dance back and forth exploring each other intimately.  You feel like you are falling into each other.  You pull the other person closer to you, as they pull you closer to them.  There's a tremendous feeling of togetherness, and mutuality that leads to clothes being pulled off, hands exploring crotches, and really HOT sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think all these scientists really need is a REALLY GOOD kiss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-3120341867938811622?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/3120341867938811622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/science-of-kissing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/3120341867938811622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/3120341867938811622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/science-of-kissing.html' title='The science of kissing!'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-6628715726504853898</id><published>2009-02-13T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:13:37.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me!  You KNOW you want to!</title><content type='html'>C'mon boys!  You KNOW you want to call and talk to me!  My new phone chat should be up and running on Sunday or Monday.  Just check the CALL NOW button on my main page to see if my account has been activated!  If the button reads CALL NOW, I'm online and ready to take your call. My availability will be Sunday - Saturday 7:00 pm - 10:00 pm.  Make plans NOW to call and have some HOT LIVE CHAT with me!  Let me whisper into your ear and send chills down your spine!  Isn't that your fantasy?  Let me make that fantasy a reality for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-6628715726504853898?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/6628715726504853898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/call-me-you-know-you-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/6628715726504853898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/6628715726504853898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/call-me-you-know-you-want-to.html' title='Call Me!  You KNOW you want to!'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-7731668817040549987</id><published>2009-02-12T12:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:43:34.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr20/Mistress_CJ/16286520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 540px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 405px" alt="" src="http://i465.photobucket.com/albums/rr20/Mistress_CJ/16286520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-7731668817040549987?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/7731668817040549987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/7731668817040549987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/7731668817040549987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5391065399930691020.post-2935199354297203759</id><published>2009-02-12T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:43:18.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the new website!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, here's the new website, and many of you are no doubt wondering...where is the link to the online web cam she was talking about? *wicked laughter* Darlings....it's coming! These things take time to arrange! Be patient! I'm hoping to have that up and running next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I plan on signing up tonight for the online phone chat service. That way if any of you are lonely or bored over the Valentine's Day weekend you can call and chat with me! Won't that be nice? To FINALLY get to know me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm truly looking forward to chatting with many of you online! I'll still keep my MySpace blog going and updated with new chapters as often as I can, and I will still moderate my groups closely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Keep in touch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mistress Alora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5391065399930691020-2935199354297203759?l=mistressalora2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/feeds/2935199354297203759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-new-website.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/2935199354297203759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5391065399930691020/posts/default/2935199354297203759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressalora2.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-new-website.html' title='Welcome to the new website!'/><author><name>Mistress Alora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422817208526214410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XHUQGBDzbug/SY3yn5gQq7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5p4K3fHYBo/S220/MistressAlora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
