shangri-la.....a place where time stops and living begins. an escape from the frantic insanity of our daily existence, where pain is met with pain, agony is met with agony and all joy and happiness are plowed under from the stress and torment, that can only come from working for the man, the government, anyone else, other than our "true" authoritative Owner, and for me that could only be....Madame Victoria Marx.

shangri-la is much more than the daily rewards of a sound thrashing from my Owner's flogging. an exotic reprieve from the ravages of domestic maid duty. a heavenly place of sanctuary, where there are no locks, no pain, no suffering. a decadent place where ebb meets flow and joy meets pleasure. a peaceful place of harmony that soothes all your senses at the same time.

i once had a favorite forest retreat, very private and all. i'd remove all of my clothes and just stand there, drinking in the peace and quite. well, not total quiet. plenty of humming and activity from all the mosquitoes and deer flies. i remember remarking...."come and get it Girls. feed off the smorgasbord of my life. come take a pint of my hot, red blood and feed Your babies." then after an hour of offering my flesh and blood to the insects, i'd take a dip in the thick, mud pit left behind from the decades of dwindling flow of water, from the nearby creek, that i had discovered in the forest. how i loved to wallow around in the thick silty mud for hours. then i'd bask in the hot, beaming rays of the sun, just a turtle might do, as the rays cascaded down into the forest from the open canopy. there i'd scrap off the drying mud away from my body, before getting dressed. those were the most peaceful hours of my life. how i miss them.

i moved down to my Owner's home, some 300 kilometers away from my personal shangri-la. She has informed me that w/We will need to ferret out a similar location in the forested areas around here. She will leave me all tied up to the trees, naked for hours, as the insects feast upon my exposed flesh, feeding Their babies with my blood; while She departs for more civilized pleasures at Her hair salon. She will bath in warm and inviting attention from the attendants for hours. upon Her departure to collect me, a rich hypnotic scent from the chemicals of the hair products, will fill the air, luring any unsuspecting male creatures, leaving them helpless, a drooling puddle of pathetic desire, wishing to serve and obey my Goddess. She is a wonderful sadist and how She feeds my masochistic pleasures. hopefully there will also be a mud pit close by for me to wallow about in.

hard to take the "pig" out of the male pig !!!

Madame Victoria Marx Owned Property

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