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I found this (no - it's not original) while surfing and just had to share - it fits our Madame so well:

In dreams I kiss your hand, madame, your dainty fingertips,
 
 And while in slumberland, madame, I'm begging for your lips.

 I haven't any right, madame, to do the things I do.

 Just when I hold you tight, madame, you vanish with the night, madame.

 In dreams I kiss your hand, madame, and pray my dreams come true.

Recently Mistress Madame added about 20 new tunes to her page's playlist. This major addition is sure to please all of those who regularly visit and sample her music selection. The additions, like the original tunes, display her wide range of taste in both music styles and performers.

Among the newer tunes are many well known to us all - important peices performed by important artists, for example:Flesh & Fantasy by Billy Idol, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds by the Beatles (the mind bending psychodelic tale) and You Know I'm No Good by Amy Winehouse (who has just checked into drug detox).

Of course, any collection of tunes on MDS will have it's share of lifestyle tunes like Pain, Intoxication, Baddest Girl, Baddist Bitch, Pussy & Piggy as well as more classical cult tunes like Lick My Boots and the Dominatrix Sleeps Tonight.

I also enjoyed her humorous selections like Her Majesty and Short Dick Man. Her Coin Operated Boy in the original set is among my all time favorites.

The only negative is that the music list remains hidden and you have to listen to all previous tunes to get to your favorite. Of course, if you have the time, this is no problem at all, as the collection as a whole is superb.

As a block, this musical collection is interesting and expansive. If you haven't stopped to listen, you owe it to yourself, to stop and sample the music - you'll be happy that you did.

In our private play space there is a chair which has been designated as your throne. It was an intricately carved old chair with big wings and thread bare upholstrey which I restored by hand for you. Every intricate carving was cleaned out and sanded. I applied several new coats of varnish. I even took an upolstry course at the local community college to finish it a worthy fashion. I never sit there - even when your not here.

I travel for business often. I always carry 3 candles with me - one red, one green and one white. Before going to bed each night I light them and kneel before them, forehead on the floor and think of you.

It's Christmas eve - we've had another wonderful evening. I have just laid you down on the bed and you have fallen off to sleep. I know what turns you on and suddenly I feel the inspriation of the season. I quietly sneak away downstairs to the living room where the freshly trimmed tree stands in a corner and a fire is still glowing in the fireplace. I stoke the fire to warm the room and then crawl under the tree and carefully push some of the packages to the side. I strip down to my shorts, bind my ankles with short black hemp, put on a gag and cuff my wrists with a lock - I've carefully placed the key in an obvious but safe spot. I lay my head on the soft rotund middle of a plush Santa and wait the dawn under the tree. I'm not really into self-bondage, normally you are all I could want and I wouldn't want to deprive you of your fun, but tonight is different - it's Christmas. And I've found yet another way to give myself to you.

You are throwing a party for some of your female friends. Everyone is having a great time sitting around the table chatting, enjoying a few glasses of expensive wine. I am kneeling at your side, waiting to clean the table. Earlier I had cleaned and cooked and prepared the party decorations. You reach out with your hand scratching my head and running your hand through my hair.

You are naked and sitting in your Queen Anne throne with your legs dangling over the side. I am naked and bound before you, my tongue in just the proper place. One hand holds my head by the hair, the other holds a crop that you use to communicate the proper pace and intensity. We both are in the only place we want to be.

Its the first snowfall of the season. A heavy good packing snow has fallen and looking out the back window of the family room is a white virgin landscape with only a trail of rabbit tracks marring the smooth white expanse. You suggest I make naked snow angels and then come in for a hot soak in the jacuzi. I didn't know until later just how hot, until you joined me.

It's our annual Christmas party and we've invited our kinky friends as usual. This is year is different - as you've decided to take advantage of the big hook in the ceiling of the family room. Usually it holds a swag chandelier. Tonight you cuff my hands together and chain them to the hook. My feet are bound apart by an extra long spreader bar, with me now forming a perfect triangle. When the guests arrive (or shortly after the early couple or two actually), the ladies are given wide straps which they use to start the trimmings. The stings fade quickly but leave behind wonderful stripes in Christmas red. You place cuffs on my elbows & knees, nipple clamps chained together and a bondage belt around my waste to make convenient places to hang ornaments. Everyone was told to bring an ornament. A few are lifestyle reminders - a high heeled shoe, a pair of handcuffs, 2 mini-whips, a bondage bear and a small Betty Boop bondage doll. You, of course get to hang the prized ornament in its special place. After all are in place, you use S-shaped hooks from the hardware store to also attach a line of multicolored LED Christmas lights.Room lights are turned off as everyone admires the spirit of the season. You then lead them in Christmas carols - I cannot sing because one decoration was a bright red ball gag. After everyone leaves, we repeat the scene. You fall asleep curled up under the Christmas tree, just like you did when you were a little girl.

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