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go to a web page, write a couple lines, and instantly tell people you don't really know (or don't know at all) that you're going to be out of town for a couple weeks, days, hours…

… come home and find it empty because someone knew you weren't going to be home… and that the neighbors haven't seen you in months because you've twittered your time away…

yea… that's a what I want to do… NOT!

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As for luna's Thursday question:

How do you handle correction or punishment from the one you serve? What is the worst punishment you have received?

I'll have to reply from the Dominant's point of view:

What's the worst punishment I have ever given:

Most of my girls have outwardly, handled punishment quite well. I'm going to assume here because the truth of the matter is always subjective and probably wouldn't apply to all of the girls whom have served me.

what was the worst? I'd have to say every punishment I didn't want or didn't like giving would be the worst.

I am not a Sadist to the Nth degree like so many of the BDSM Masters out there, consequently my style of Dominance doesn't include pain or punishments handed out liberally.

I have one instance in mind tho that would have to be the worst; It is well known in many of my personal circles that I HATE doing the washing up, cleaning dishes after a meal. I wont go into the reasons for it specifically but suffice it to say, it stems from my childhood.

On one occasion I had a slave with me who after a long day where she had displeased me on many levels and after she had gone to bed, in the guest room next to the kitchen, I came out to discover that she had left the dishes un-done. I'm sure luna can relate as she has mentioned needing structure on several occasions.

I turned on the lights in the kitchen, making sure the light was shining right in the guest room and LOUDLY proceeded to do the dishes, clinking clanking and clamoring noises drew her out to find me elbow deep in dish soap and water. When she offered to finish and let me rest, I glared at her and through gritted teeth ordered her to bed. When she protested I did relay the story of my childhood and sent her to bed yet again, letting her know how displeased i was.

To her, I'm sure she would have preferred me beat her then allowed her to finish her chore before bed. Instead I let her stew in her guilt of displeasing Me, allowed her to hear my hated chore come from the next room over, and let her know that she could not correct the situation that night.

I can assure you now, that I haven't had to wash a single dish, since.