Alive and Well......

Greetings Mystress and greeetings to you Paladin. Been a crazy last month in a different way, for me, then Your
all(s).27 days...6 hours....38 minutes.....
Finally, my ladies back to health, and she is back to work. Even though she is the daughter of Satan, I don't like seeing her in pain. And I was starting too....:)

I have kept up to date on Yours and Paladins blog Ma'am. On occation I've gotten lost and found myself back in the archieves. Its interesting to note that the passion and fire still burn thru both your words, as they did months ago.
This makes me think your "dry spells" apart are a requirement as much as any.
And now... for a special edition of SwanLake's : "Humor in the News." (Or as i like to call it..."i pray Mystress finds this humorous.")
"Dry Spells"....As soon as i read monfrair Paladin's post predicting a two week seperation the first words out of my mouth were.."Yeah right..."
Please excuse me Ma'am, i am not tryng to be a smart ass, its just hard to keep up with you kids sometimes. :)
MyndBloggeling. ( a new word Mystress taught me last week)
Ok Ma'am. It does come out of a slight curiousity as to how thirsty Mystress is. Many fantasies were born out of our late nyght chats Ma'am, many moons ago on the subject of submission and stamina. And not nessecarily together.
I have many theories and three i can share in mixed company...
Yes, Mystress has met Her match and all is right with the world.
Or Two.....Yes, and it fuels the fire even more.
Or Three....Maybe, and your kajira kan is kruz'n for a bruz'n.
I just hope Mystress is happy(r) these days.
Perhaps i should say more content. Is that an oxymoron?


Moving on....(quickly)...That was a very nice compliment You bestowed on Paladin Mystress. Stallion. (hope i spelled that right).
Lets see...Rugy, has a job, submissive, stallion....boy the compition is rough this year. :)
Congradulations brother. Perhaps its just a guy thing Ma'am, but that is a pretty prestigous title.
And a new pet nick came to mind....Staladin....Sorry Ma'am, couldn't help myself. And please, i mean no offense. Palamino....Sorry Ma'am, just popped out. :)
You should be proud brother. (and i'm sure you are, being a leo, but modest about compliments.)
And I can tell Mystress is, by that dreamy look in Her words when She says stallion. :)It was almost like....staaaaallllliiioonn....
I hope your both laughing. Ok. I pray Y/your both laughing.

Mystress, may I make a few requests? Can Your Highness Post a note on the volenter work Your donating Your time too Ma'am? I caught bits and pieces at your blog and was just wondering which outfit to layout for You in the morning Ma'am. Next to a fresh, childed gaublet of Pierre with a lemon spritz....( i'm gonna get that boot licker title this year Paladin ).
I still get fantasies about cleaning out Your closet Ma'am and vacuming your pool.
Wait Ma'am, please. Make that pool, closet, pool again...( bring it on stallion ).
I love hearing about Your good deeds Ma'am.

And one more tiny thing Ma'am? Can I turn these books around? Please? You don't think people notice things like that cautic black hole that stands out like a hanger breaking ranks in my bookshelfe. I've got hundreds of books Ma'am, many still packed and mostly reference books, but even they, in there cardboard walls, are all standing up and facing the same way. For the love of....
Please Ma'am. People are starting to talk. Theres a rumor going around the office i'm smoking crack.
Have Mercy Ma'am. If not for me Ma'am, then for Sagan and Burnham and O'Henry. I beg Your pardon Mystress. Thank-You Ma'am.
To Y/you both, Good Luck and Good Will.
Respectfully kneeling in Your Gracious service Mystress Swan, Your long winded pet, robert.

While roberts away....

Things slow down considerably. The halls are mostly quite. The clock ticks silently. The spiders begin their weaving in the castle corners.

Mystress strides down the halls... wondering where everyone has gone. Where oh where are Her pets??? She goes into the great hall.. and moves to the throne at the end of the room. She lets loose with a series of whistles.. and then pauses and does another series, this one distinctly different from the first. She repeats the series and looks at the two pillows at Her feet. She cocks Her ear and listens for a moment for the sound of slave feet.. but the hall is silent. She patiently folds Her hands, closes Her eyes and appears to be running energy..

...but Her foot taps occasionally

Mystress That piece is Magnífico!"
El ir en ninguna parte"
"Aller nulle part"
"Andare in nessun posto"
"Nergens het gaan"
Going nowhere. Michael Parkes. I like the french title Ma'am, "Aller nulle part".
A few others I found fitting Mystress, Returning Home, Night Flight, The Source, Swan Lake.
"Desert Lotus" reminds me of Your humble desert lotus pet, Ma'am. Standing on the edge of eternity. The sands of time rising. How do I know its rising Ma'am?
Only two pyrimiads remain above the sand. :)
I love to just sit back, fill the land with a gentlemans smoke that i like to refere to as swan myst, and think of the art work the world would treasure if one of these artists were under your spell. My painting is more the styl of Jackson Polluck Ma'am.

It was quite invigorating to finally pen a long winded post this week Mystress. I have not found the time to complete construction on the Swan Link sites. But the day is young Ma'am. I luv some of the new Gallery Slide show gadgets and with Your inspiration, they fall into place like pieces of a puzzle.

And You got me Mystress.
Had my underwear on backwards before i got to that last line. Thank God you didn't say put them on your head and check the mail. (You know i would Ma'am...:) )
Luckily i was in boxers and the cool breeze felt kinda good. Yes Ma'am, i often draft in my underwear. With little company, it is a wonderful luxury i indulge in often. And these days, who can tell underwear from shorts.
Respectfully kneeling in Your Gracious Service Mystress Swan, Your humble pet, Robert

Lovely Place here... sooo... relaxing....

Good evening gentlemen!

robert... you most certainly have outdone yourself.

I thought I would post with this lovely picture.

I think it is a male mountain lion. Mmmmmmm

Lionzzzz...

(smiles)

I like the feel of the piece. Relaxing...

This is how I feel sometimes after having been with

Paladin. Relaxed....happy.... safe.

This is how napping on a Saturday afternoon feels

to Me

And we have heard the sounds of Canadian Geese

in the past through his windows.

It's not too late, but I am tired tonight..

Paladin had to wake Me from My falling dream

last nite... and I tried not to go back to it after

he did... so I am tireder tonight.

I wish you both all the best..

much love and wicked smiles,

Mystress

Soul Submission...

Thank-Y/you both for your gracious comments. Mystress.... Once again I apologize for the delays. Still playing nurse maid and probably will be for the rest of this week. Time spent here will be hit and miss Ma'am. But if the past is any indication, some of our best moments have been least planned. So be the wheels of fate. I do seek Your guidance Ma'am, in formatting as I really like the comment layout as shown on Your Paladin page. Will look for You at the top of each hour as I can as usual. I am so pleased You like it. Sorry so short tonight. Any chance this will help to vindicate my books? Can I put my underwear back on? Just kidding Ma'am. ( i just had a flash of my underwear on my bookshelfe...this is not good Ma'am...) Enjoy Mystress, Your Humble pet, Kajira Robert
Paladin ....Thank-you brother....Wonderful comments. I had a preconcieved idea of what i thought i wanted in a Mystress too. Or what a Mistress would want in a slave. My first mistake....never assume anything with Mystress.
Was very blown away by this ravishing, fiery eyed Woman that is a Lady in every aspect. And She brought that grace and elequence into every command. Then She did the strangest things. Started giving me commands that were good for me. Taking away my self degradating ideals I harboured that believed all slaves were for abuse. After a few months of training She collared me. October 31st 2003. Halloween Knight. I remember it well. As I watched, this beautiful Queen danced in the moonlight, loosing Her veils as She led me to the hearth burning brightly in Her chamber. I was moonstruck. Like a deer in the headlights. Ok, a frog in front of a flashlight.
When Her last silken viel hit the ground Her beautiful naked form reclined on the bed. I blushed.I scrambled my thoughts to please her....what did she want...a glass of wine...a whip...a good book...a quilt....(gulp) ME? "Please ME pet....." My eyes must of been as big around as the full moon.A blank stare....until a flick of Her wrist brought a burning ember from the hearth to bear on my bare ass. (Yes, She just loves naked slaves, right from the start.)
Like a roo i leaped and found myself in Mystress's Chamber Bed.I had built it. Changed the linens everyday. But never dreamed i would share it with Her.I still had that mindset that sex with Mystress was me humping Her leg like a whorny puppy...So I tried that...Mystress smiled and said..."That is not pleaseing me, it is only pleaseing YOU."Her hand reached out and Her fist filled with my mane as She pulled me to Her beautiful bossom.She smiled down at Her trembleing pet. Not the twins again Ma'am..."I am your Queen Robert...I have the needs of a Woman Robert...Resistance is futile Robert...now MAKE ME PROUD."
The rest is Swan Lore...the stuff of Legends..or Legendess's perhaps.Now i could hear Her call with out using my ears.If my bells were not echoeing in Her halls She knew it.If my back was not bent, She came to see why.This is when i began to understand Her.Began to really FEEL like Her property.And the feeling was glorious brother.An addiction for which one wants no cure.The Nexus.
Swan statues began appering on my desk. Swan flower pots began appearing in my garden. Everywhere i went, Swans would appear.Swan salt shakers...book ends...even my life long passion the sky brought the Swan into the view of my scopes...I had to look to see if there were feathers growing on my ass....Gulp...there they were...Purple...But everytime i would turn back around, there She would be, smiling...beckoning...soothing...My fears washed away with Her purple rain.In Her hands I felt safe...She could lay me on a bed of coals and I knew Her wings would protect me.
Her silken Myst has wrapped around my submissive heart till there is no other that could ever rein supreme in my thoughts.My soul submission.She returned the poetry to my songs. My songs to Her pages. Her pages to my journal.
And yet She still makes me feel like I am the wind under Her wings. I am pretty sure you feel the same inspirations Paladine. I was really not surprised to hear your title. Paladine.Really not surprised to see a kneeling knight as your trademark.And that has made me so very happy. You have more than lived up to the expectations of all. And as I have no place to judge, I salute you.I hope this short note (As you know, Mystress eats books for breakfast and has a passion for long confessionals, at least from this pet) helps you to understand my link. A small cog in Her grander scheme.
But as you can feel Her touch for a moment, you can feel Her prescence always. With your words Paladine, I can live that touch like never before. Understand Her prescence like never before. What i see is a Queen that becomes more powerful with every touch.Hungrier with every word.More possesive with Her property.She still gives me goose bumps.And me thynks you give Her goose bumps as well Paladine. :)Enjoy, Robert