<?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-4195811351724743459</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:31:07.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knottygirl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-2719023955668796481</id><published>2009-06-26T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:48:57.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>;) Master Master....</title><content type='html'>Found my Master, he never went away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-2719023955668796481?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2719023955668796481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=2719023955668796481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/2719023955668796481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/2719023955668796481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/master-master.html' title=';) Master Master....'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-3680059652551360715</id><published>2008-01-07T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:48:38.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master, Master....</title><content type='html'>Where oh where did Master go.... I miss him so dearly.... He seems to have left his slave without a word.... has he changed his mind and doesn't want to play with slave anymore.. ugh slave is so confused... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-3680059652551360715?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3680059652551360715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=3680059652551360715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/3680059652551360715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/3680059652551360715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/01/master-master.html' title='Master, Master....'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-5944266811978081181</id><published>2007-12-04T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T18:23:01.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure Party</title><content type='html'>Master allowed me to go to a "pleasure party" the other night. For those of you who don't know what that is, think a tupperware party with sex toys. It was pretty fun. The products were a bit tame, but I did manage to bring home and try a few things on Master.  I am not really sure, what if any he liked, but it was fun experimenting with the different items.  I did try a cream on his member that was mint flavored and it is supposed to help with the gag reflex, well the stuff tasted so nasty that I could barely stand to do it for more than a few minutes. I final admitted defeat and asked Master to go wash off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-5944266811978081181?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5944266811978081181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=5944266811978081181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/5944266811978081181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/5944266811978081181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/12/pleasure-party.html' title='Pleasure Party'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-57805677321881722</id><published>2007-11-26T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:26:28.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Anniversary --</title><content type='html'>Hi Master, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you what a lovely time I had on our wedding anniversary. I really enjoyed the time spent with you and the chance to reconnect with you as husband and wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right though, we are no longer vanilla and I think I am not happy as being vanilla at all. So I think perhaps, I have some more training to do... Take it easy on me, but I am willing to be trained more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving slave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-57805677321881722?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/57805677321881722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=57805677321881722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/57805677321881722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/57805677321881722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/11/wedding-anniversary.html' title='Wedding Anniversary --'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-1240685931310110083</id><published>2007-09-26T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:51:18.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>My greatest guilty pleasure at the moment is pleasing Master. I really like it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-1240685931310110083?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1240685931310110083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=1240685931310110083' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/1240685931310110083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/1240685931310110083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/09/guilty-pleasure.html' title='Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-1305257010754400591</id><published>2007-09-26T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:19:06.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pampering Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23NdaLuwIaU/Rvsn9mXurPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5tRZ1wJNg2I/s1600-h/nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23NdaLuwIaU/Rvsn9mXurPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5tRZ1wJNg2I/s320/nails.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114725741034908914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started doing special things for Master. I have been keeping his nails trimmed which is not only a special treat for him, but it is also one for me as I don't get scratched when he touches me in those oh so special spots. I am really enjoying taking care of Master in this special way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-1305257010754400591?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1305257010754400591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=1305257010754400591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/1305257010754400591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/1305257010754400591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/09/pampering-master.html' title='Pampering Master'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_23NdaLuwIaU/Rvsn9mXurPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5tRZ1wJNg2I/s72-c/nails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-9118376643462650971</id><published>2007-09-10T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:02:48.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas there is no going back to Vanilla...</title><content type='html'>Just for the heck of it I told Master, I wanted to try vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG that was the most boring session ever. There was no foreplay, just straight missionary... it was HORRIBLE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hooked on the D/s stuff. I don't think I will ever be able to go back to vanilla again. I may never be into the completely rough stuff, but I do like the spanking and the rough kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read some blogs where the Master pee's on the slave or some other gross stuff like that, I find that really extremely gross, however to each his own. The other thing that freaks me out is the cutting of the slave and leaving a bloody mess. Luckily Master is not into that, he throws up at the site of blood and nearly passes out. There was this one time, where I was having surgery, Master came into the hospital room with me prior to me having the surgery, the Nurse put some stuff in my IV and Master nearly passed out from that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess there is no turning back from a D/s life style and I don't want to turn back. I am happy with the level we are at now and if in the future Master wants to bring something more to it I hope he will take it slow and let me adjust to it rather than spring it on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like the days of the week that he has certain things scheduled. BJ Tuesday is kind of fun, but shhh don't tell Master. I like that reaction it gets and most of the time it is fun for me too :) because Master is pleased and knowing that he really enjoys this and that after all these years he still finds me attractive and that he still wants me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-9118376643462650971?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/9118376643462650971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=9118376643462650971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/9118376643462650971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/9118376643462650971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/09/alas-there-is-no-going-back-to-vanilla.html' title='Alas there is no going back to Vanilla...'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-9135108761354369398</id><published>2007-09-10T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:40:49.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Master</title><content type='html'>I love my Master and my Master loves me&lt;br /&gt;I trust my Master and my Master trusts me &lt;br /&gt;My Masters pleasure is my pleasure &lt;br /&gt;I respect my Master and my Master respects me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-9135108761354369398?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/9135108761354369398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=9135108761354369398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/9135108761354369398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/9135108761354369398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-master.html' title='For Master'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-7820484530928257519</id><published>2007-08-25T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:21:38.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something I wrote a while back</title><content type='html'>2/1/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master has commanded me to write a bit about how these new experiences have made me feel. I am not really sure where to begin. All I know is that when Master says I must do something, I had better not disappoint him or I will get a spanking… Shhh! Don’t tell anyone, but I kind of like the spanking, because after he spanks me, he always rubs right where he spanked and that always make it feel so much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st and foremost I love the way that master now pays attention to me all of the time now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been together for so long that I had thought that perhaps he had lost interest in me both sexily as well as in our relationship. My fear was and still is that we would soon be doomed for the lawyer’s office. We talk about that sometimes and how we would split every thing up he would of course get the house, well at least the 100 grand that he originally put into it and I would walk away with ½ of the equity and ½ of the sale price. But really does that put me back at my Mom’s house  that is way to over crowded as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see in the past few years we have pretty much just been having sex to procreate and that is all, we watch for when I am ovulating and then we have sex. Master most of the time could not even come when he was facing me. There have been a few times when I am “late” and I know that makes master very upset with me, because I know that he wants this. I really don’t know what is wrong with my body, perhaps master and I are not meant to have a baby. And we are all we get is each other for the rest of our lives. I think that I could do that, but I know in my heart I know that is what master wants in life. He talks about whose home office we would turn into a babies room, he has rescind to the fact that his office would become the babies room. I would gladly give up my office to him, if we had a baby. I hardly am ever in my office anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure is so great upon me to have a child that sometimes it really overwhelms me. I wish everyone would just stop all of the pressure and quit asking me when I am going to have a baby. Or as one friends keeps asking “pregnant yet”. Sometimes I want to ask her “married yet?” However, I don’t want to upset her by asking that, well because I guess I am a good friend or perhaps, I am just to submissive to tell her my true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before these past few months, I knew that master was looking at a lot of porn on his computer, maybe he was even chatting about it on it too. I don’t know. I think I just ignoring what was going on it our relationship because I didn’t quite know how to deal with it. Maybe I was just happy that he was home with me and that we weren’t getting a divorce. I know guys get lonely and I know that there are girls out there that will “chat” with them about things and have them perform stuff. But was Master doing this I have no idea. If he was he was not paying for it on his credit cards, I am the one that see the credit card bills, so I know that master is not paying for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with the introduction of all the things that we have been doing of late, I find myself excited to know that Master wants me and that I can give him what he wants I only wish that I could try everything that he is asking me to do. I know that there is much more that he would like to try, but right now I am pretty scared by it all. I consider myself to be very open-minded about stuff. But am I doing everything that master wants me to do? I am sure that I am not. Don’t get me wrong I completely trust Master and know that he will not hurt me, I just really worry that what I am doing is not enough. We have had sex pretty much 3-4 times a week for the last few weeks, we haven’t had this much sex since we were in our 20’s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-7820484530928257519?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7820484530928257519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=7820484530928257519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/7820484530928257519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/7820484530928257519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-i-wrote-while-back.html' title='something I wrote a while back'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-8686013366303194102</id><published>2007-08-15T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T06:30:02.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipping out</title><content type='html'>After such a lovely weekend.... :( I ruined the memory of it by my flipping out.  I am so sorry Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped out! Flipping out last night was not a pretty site I know that. I have learned from many years with Master that I do not like to be blindfolded and then reading some of the stuff that he had "suggest" me to read didn't help much either, I should learn not to follow all of the links on a page. It was on the sensual submissive webpage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this one blog that was about a sub whose Master grew tired of her after some time and left her. it was really upsetting to me and it got me to think if my Master could leave me, then if he did what would I do. Could I even function with out him in this world, the answer is NO aside for the D/s stuff on a daily bases I could not function with out him.  I was so hurt, and that hurt turned to anger, I use anger as a shield, it is just part of me.  I can't explain it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, there was a lot of yelling and crying and I am so very sorry Master for my out burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I love my new montra that you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Master and my Master loves me&lt;br /&gt;I trust my Master and my Master trusts me&lt;br /&gt;My Master pleasure is my pleasure&lt;br /&gt;I respect my Master and my Master respects me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep loving me anyway that you can, I can not bare a life with out you.  I will try to be a good slave and keep you happy. What ever you need from me to keep what we have together going I will do for you, use my mind, body and soul any way that you need to for your pleasure. I am yours forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS the make up sex was wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-8686013366303194102?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8686013366303194102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=8686013366303194102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/8686013366303194102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/8686013366303194102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/08/flipping-out.html' title='Flipping out'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-835469369096599301</id><published>2007-08-13T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:31:19.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuance</title><content type='html'>A New Task &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This week, since you have bookmarked some of the blogs that interested you, you will follow those blogs on a daily basis. I want you to read through them as much as you can. You are allowed to post a comment or two to any of the blogs postings that you feel you might be able to contribute to, or if you have a particular question to that poster regarding that post that you wish to have clarified. Remember, you are in information gathering mode here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do post, I expect to have your comment emailed to me so I can see that you are acting properly. You are mine. As such, your actions online reflect upon me. Plus I also wanna see what you posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few weeks time, I will give you a survey to take. Listed on that survey will be all sorts of kinks and items of interest, that you will rate according to your interest level in trying them or not (some will be scary--not gonna do that! No way! No how! ONION!). Because you will have been reading up on these things with the blogs, and online resources, as well as the books we have at home, I do not expect you to be asking me questions every other minute on "what's this mean?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The survey will let me see just how much you have learned, as well as letting your Master know, now that you have become more informed, what areas you are interested in exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each night, I will ask you about your readings. This will be the time that you and I can discuss them, thoughts, questions, revelations, etc. Perhaps even try a few things out that you read from someone else's blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Master"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-835469369096599301?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/835469369096599301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=835469369096599301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/835469369096599301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/835469369096599301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/08/continuance.html' title='Continuance'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-3198203554842490907</id><published>2007-08-13T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T06:18:56.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing weekend</title><content type='html'>W/we had a amazing week and it continued throughout the weekend. Thank you Master.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-3198203554842490907?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3198203554842490907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=3198203554842490907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/3198203554842490907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/3198203554842490907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/08/amazing-weekend.html' title='Amazing weekend'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-448014593155336257</id><published>2007-08-12T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T14:50:12.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new assignment</title><content type='html'>Master has instructed me to do some research... Read some other subs blogs, tell him what I like about them and maybe pick up some idea's. Here is my list of what master wants me to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Blogs to read -- Listed below is a starting point for blogs to read-some of these blogs are on the list because of their template/design, others because of content,&lt;br /&gt;you read what interests you and then move on, if a blog is interesting, or not, check out some of the blogs it links to on the side of its page.&lt;br /&gt;This is a starting off point for your journey into the existence of D/s culture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heartshapedpadlock.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://heartshapedpadlock.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://subtle-times.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://subtle-times.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spankinggoodblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://spankinggoodblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  -kitty pics funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fit2btied.soulfully-spoken.com/"&gt;http://www.fit2btied.soulfully-spoken.com/&lt;/a&gt;  - purple layout, you seemed to like the layout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://being-elodie.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://being-elodie.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt; - has a pink floyd quote from wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://their-pup.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://their-pup.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt; - this one has a bunch of old fashions icons on it from like the forties pin ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kinkerbelle.com/"&gt;http://www.kinkerbelle.com/&lt;/a&gt;  - scroll down this has the red basket weave rope pattern on the naked woman you liked I think it links to another site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://liljgrrlanddaddy.blogspot.com/2007/08/lilj-outed.html"&gt;http://liljgrrlanddaddy.blogspot.com/2007/08/lilj-outed.html&lt;/a&gt; - discovered by a co-worker her master is her Daddy in some of the other posts so it might be a bit squicky, but they are a devoted profession working couple that have life issues and do the BDSM lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-iron-gate.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.the-iron-gate.com/blog/ &lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blogs to read READ THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asouthernangelfindingherway.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://asouthernangelfindingherway.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  d/d here I think refers to domestic discipline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://subbie-bunny.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://subbie-bunny.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://glamorizedphotos.com/seablog/"&gt;http://glamorizedphotos.com/seablog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://subgidget.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://subgidget.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mydesire.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://mydesire.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;  this one's design is just cool, didn't look at the content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slutondisplay.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://slutondisplay.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twentyfoursevends.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://twentyfoursevends.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  this one has some nice design and some nice pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. I expect you to go over these, bookmark and follow the ones that appeal to you and report back to me your thoughts on the lifestyle, where you are in body and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER-these are not blogs that reflect all of my designs and plans for you, calling you slut whore or beating you with large whips that you might read in these blogs is not why I'm having you read these blogs. You are to look into these blogs because you need knowledge of this lifestyle how can you be my slave if you do not know what slaves go through? You and I are on a journey for the rest of our lives, together, we will make up our relationship by see what works for us, and what doesn't work for us."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-448014593155336257?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/448014593155336257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=448014593155336257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/448014593155336257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/448014593155336257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-new-assingment.html' title='My new assignment'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-8570202803491766413</id><published>2007-08-10T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:11:51.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:) still happy from last night</title><content type='html'>Last night when we came home from work, it was really quite incredible. As I was changing out of my work clothes, Master was getting into his "master's outfit". I had been bad, I had ice cream without Master's permission. What started as punishment last night, became intense pleasure for both of us. last night was just wonderful, we did some new things, some old things, some just really incredible things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Master for allowing me such wonderful pleasure last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-8570202803491766413?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8570202803491766413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=8570202803491766413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/8570202803491766413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/8570202803491766413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/08/still-happy-from-last-night.html' title=':) still happy from last night'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-8111262048662202417</id><published>2007-08-10T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T06:16:52.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of the day</title><content type='html'>I was just reading another subs journal. I have not read many others before and I just felt so drawn to this one, the sub in it was so mournful, so longing for their Master's touch. I have my master every day and I take it for granted that master will always be there. I could not live with out master in my life everyday, where I could reach out and touch him in the middle of the night when a noise frightens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see now that I am not sub enough. I don't please master as I should. I should be greatfull for the time that he allows to sweetly torture me and do as he pleases when he pleases it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W/we are not 24/7, but I could do more. He wants more, he has mentioned lately that certain days of the week should be given to him, Tuesday should be pleasuring master day with my mouth and Wednesday should be pleasuring master in other ways. Am I really ready for a schedule like that? I will try to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-8111262048662202417?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8111262048662202417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=8111262048662202417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/8111262048662202417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/8111262048662202417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/08/thoughts-of-day.html' title='Thoughts of the day'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-6827490174704657609</id><published>2007-08-10T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:03:46.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My montra</title><content type='html'>I love my master and my master loves me. &lt;br /&gt;I trust my master and my master trusts me. &lt;br /&gt;My masters pleasure is my pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-6827490174704657609?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6827490174704657609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=6827490174704657609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/6827490174704657609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/6827490174704657609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-montra.html' title='My montra'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195811351724743459.post-7362846715847006865</id><published>2007-08-08T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:29:34.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Master's Knottygirl</title><content type='html'>Master suggested I write a blog of my own to express my feeling on what this relationship means to me.  So as my 1st entry here it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4195811351724743459-7362846715847006865?l=knotty-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7362846715847006865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4195811351724743459&amp;postID=7362846715847006865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/7362846715847006865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4195811351724743459/posts/default/7362846715847006865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knotty-girl.blogspot.com/2007/08/masters-knottygirl.html' title='Master&apos;s Knottygirl'/><author><name>Knotty Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04179601918626686659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa72/knotty-girl/Picture1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
