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    <title>Isoldes Journel</title>
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    <description>Isoldes Journel</description>
    <lastBuildDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 02:15:01 PDT</lastBuildDate>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2007.</copyright>
    <category>Relationships</category>
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      <title>chapter two; Meetings</title>
      <link>http://isoldejournel.blogdrive.com/archive/6.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 08:12:07 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Chapter 2:  Meetings
 
  Isolde   watched in awe as they enter the castle’s courtyard, there she saw a small group obviously waiting to meet her. Once the cart stopped Isolde climbed down, feeling nervous after all she was meeting her employers for the first time, the people who she would working for and living with for the next 3 years. She Dropped into a curtsy and smiled at the small group. Her blue eyes taking in her wards and her employers, “ Good day Lord and Lady Di Centa it my pleasure to meet you and thank you for this wonderful opportunity.”
 
The older gentleman in a suit gave... (more)</description>
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      <title>Ties that  bind prolge and 1rst chapter</title>
      <link>http://isoldejournel.blogdrive.com/archive/5.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Feb 2007 08:25:19 GMT</pubDate>
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The Ties That Bind
A Scathia and Isolde tale
AN: Italics means Dreams
 
 
Prologue
 Scathia sat in the flowered garden next to the stone effigy of her beloved; one hand caressed the cold carved stone. She smiled slightly the craftsman had bee a master he had captured the beauty of Isolde very well even if he couldn’t capture the warm spark of   love that had made the young woman so alive.  Scathia green eyes turned away from the carved stone” Beloved I let my emotions get away from me I let rage take a hold of my heart when they took you from me” She turned toward the sounds of... (more)</description>
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      <title>not a Pg13 post--time with Mistress</title>
      <link>http://isoldejournel.blogdrive.com/archive/4.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 11:46:38 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Tonight i thought me   and Mistress might be in for a bit of Role play  but I was wrong. Mistress had other plans.  She got me gotting with breast teasing and coaxed out that I like rough treatment to my breasts* mmmmm god  how I love  having my nipples and breasts used roughly  . once Mistress  got me going  soon I was very wet and i  was tld to get my toy.  It is 9 inches  and thick too and very realistic. I had never taken it before  in a single thrust i have always had to work it in. 
 
At Mistress orders I took it all  one thrust ..god I have never felt anything like it as when i took... (more)</description>
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      <title>punishment</title>
      <link>http://isoldejournel.blogdrive.com/archive/3.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 09:41:47 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Isolde   made a oopsy so she has a assignment  due *sighs*
 
All of me  belongs to Mistress and i must have permission to touch what is Hers.
All of me belongs to Mistress and i must have perrmission to touch what is hers.
All of me belongs to Mistress and i must have permission to touch what is hers.
All of me belongs to Mistress and i must have permission to touch what is hers 
All of me belongs to Mistress and i must have permission to touch what is hers
All of me belongs to Mistress  and  imust have permission to touch what is hers.
all of me belongs to Mistress and i must have... (more)</description>
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      <title>the Visit* a fiction</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 07:47:16 GMT</pubDate>
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The visit...A bit of Isolde fiction
Chapter 1.
She Shooed the two giggling girls out of the living room, her daughter of course had found it very funny at how nervous their mother was. Isolde was unsure which made her more annoyed that fact they giggled or the fact that she was more neverous then she had been on her wedding Day.She glanced at the clock and for the hundredth time and sighed amazed at how time seemed slowed the close it got to 1 pm.. She paused and look in the mirror adjusting her hair once again to a chorus of giggles&quot;Hush you two and dont mess up your dresses , this... (more)</description>
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      <title>My first entry</title>
      <link>http://isoldejournel.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 11:12:26 GMT</pubDate>
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Dec 21: 
Though this is not the day it happened Family and sickness Delay this a bit but the feelings are still so fresh in my Mind at the joy I felt at the first time I Gave myself to My Mistress.This pet is blessed with a kind Mistress and a husband who is understandng enough to let her explore this side of her being. Though Mistress is far away Though I have roleplayed long I have never felt such a intensity tothis before thoughMistress is so far away for a moment I could cloe my eyes and feel as if here presence was there.
I am naturally shy, though one might not guess it online, this... (more)</description>
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