<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735</id><updated>2009-08-10T23:14:10.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seekers of...</title><subtitle type='html'>"D/s is a lifestyle choice, Domination and submission, where people live their lives opting by nature to be either Dominant or submissive. In a relationship the one complements the other and is based on the gift of submission, and absolute trust" MG, 2002 </subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/atom.xml'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-1728622658221885771</id><published>2007-01-17T02:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:19:03.994Z</updated><title type='text'>The Next Chapter in Our D/s</title><summary type='text'>Where We Are NowI have sat here this evening, for the last few hours contemplating very carefully where cleo and I are at within our D/s. We have spoken several times recently as she continues to recover from the stroke, about regaining some of the true essence of our personal D/s which, by force of circumstance we had lost this past year or so.The last few days cleo has been pushing more and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/1728622658221885771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=1728622658221885771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/1728622658221885771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/1728622658221885771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2007/01/next-chapter-in-our-ds' title='The Next Chapter in Our D/s'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-2000840481808081517</id><published>2007-01-16T18:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:46:32.986Z</updated><title type='text'>Catching up....</title><summary type='text'>Well...its been some time since I looked at the Seekers weblog, and much has happened since I last posted in 2005. Let me explain.In November 2005 my cleo had a stroke. In 5 seconds both our lives were totally turned upside down. All the hopes and dreams we had were gone, and for a few awful moments I thought I was going to have to live without her....all that has been recorded in a blog which I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/2000840481808081517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=2000840481808081517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/2000840481808081517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/2000840481808081517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2007/01/catching-up' title='Catching up....'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-112041356582353876</id><published>2005-07-03T18:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T19:02:51.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Live8 weekend, and more.</title><summary type='text'>This week has seen the most incredible happenings: its unlikely that anyone in the civilised world has missed the amazing mobilisation of "people power" this weekend with the Live8 concerts, and the astounding cry from the masses to those few people who make the decisions. Never before have we seen such a message as this, sent in such a way. The Make Poverty History campaign has become an almost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/112041356582353876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=112041356582353876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/112041356582353876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/112041356582353876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2005/07/live8-weekend-and-more' title='Live8 weekend, and more.'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-111961938188584134</id><published>2005-06-24T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:23:01.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing up to Fifty: one year to get fit!</title><summary type='text'>Well, not having blogged here for a while I thought it about time I sort of caught up with the world.  Last entry was about giving up smoking, back in April, and here we are end of June, still a non smoker (cleo too).  Since that last blog we have all moved into a new house; nothing spectacular, but its ours, and we are working to get it how we want it.Having beaten the smoking thing, its now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/111961938188584134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=111961938188584134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/111961938188584134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/111961938188584134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2005/06/facing-up-to-fifty-one-year-to-get-fit' title='Facing up to Fifty: one year to get fit!'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-111334909144281688</id><published>2005-04-13T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T00:41:41.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life Change?</title><summary type='text'>Last week, my cleo woke up one morning and declared she was giving up smoking. From that moment she has not had a cigarette. I am so proud of her for that. We went and bought her a supply of nicotine patches, which she is using, but I am amazed how well she has coped with the complete stop!I started smoking when I was about 12 years old. I am now 48, nearly 49. So I have been a smoker for in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/111334909144281688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=111334909144281688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/111334909144281688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/111334909144281688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2005/04/life-change' title='A Life Change?'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-111102457773410396</id><published>2005-03-17T01:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-17T01:58:23.773Z</updated><title type='text'>There are none so blind as will not see..</title><summary type='text'>I have just read a posting in an MSN group where i am a member.Entitled "First Meeting" it went like this...my love my lifemy Master ...i would like all to know that i do not have any sort of permission to write this ...My Sir/Master and i met online and W/we were going to meet on the 24th of this month. To spend 2 weeks together?but apparently i have been too demanding and all.He is going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/111102457773410396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=111102457773410396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/111102457773410396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/111102457773410396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2005/03/there-are-none-so-blind-as-will-not' title='There are none so blind as will not see..'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-110886780463627748</id><published>2005-02-20T02:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-21T04:16:27.693Z</updated><title type='text'>Apathy Rules</title><summary type='text'>I have not felt compelled to write here for a while, as I tend to reserve this space for things which I feel strongly enough about to warrant recording in some way.Well, now I have something.When I started out on my exploration of D/s and the internet a few years ago I was very surprised to find how many people were totally unaware of the dangers of arranging one to one meetings with somebody </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/110886780463627748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=110886780463627748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110886780463627748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110886780463627748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2005/02/apathy-rules' title='Apathy Rules'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-110659612185428182</id><published>2005-01-24T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T19:48:41.853Z</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a day makes.</title><summary type='text'>I normally use this space to write about (mostly) D/s related things: topics, ideas, and similar which may have caught my eye. However tonight it's a little more personal. Since changing my job last August I have been working extremely long hours, and added to which I have a two hour plus journey each way to and from work. My shift in the office is 12 hours and  so my working day is some 17 hours</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/110659612185428182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=110659612185428182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110659612185428182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110659612185428182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2005/01/what-difference-day-makes' title='What a difference a day makes.'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-110600115081221614</id><published>2005-01-17T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:33:16.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Three Years and counting</title><summary type='text'>It was sometime in December 2001.We had met for the first time a few months before, and knew from that first moment we were meant to be together. Both in unhappy marriages and both knowing there was something more for each of us if we took the leap of faith.Well, that day in December I called cleo and said to her "What are you doing on 17th January?""Nothing" she said. "Oh good" I said, "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/110600115081221614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=110600115081221614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110600115081221614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110600115081221614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2005/01/three-years-and-counting' title='Three Years and counting'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-110505497943034355</id><published>2005-01-06T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-06T23:47:22.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Equality</title><summary type='text'>My cleo has recently written a piece in her personal blog about equality within a D/s or lifestyle relationship.Read it here.Now, this is something we have discussed at length many times but I thought it worth mulling over again because in this case cleo and I are not in our usual agreement over this matter. Her argument (in the debating sense) is that within our M/s we cannot possibly be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/110505497943034355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=110505497943034355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110505497943034355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110505497943034355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2005/01/equality' title='Equality'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-110459004376831560</id><published>2005-01-01T14:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-06T22:25:16.713Z</updated><title type='text'>The Drug that is D/s</title><summary type='text'>There are thousands of web pages written about D/s. Many explain what it is, how to conduct oneself, techniques, methods, and protocols. Others give us the opportunity to meet others of a like mind and exchange views and ideas in chat rooms and forums. These pages are all designed to help each of us to conduct our D/s in an informed and safe way. Every page or article has its merits, even those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/110459004376831560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=110459004376831560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110459004376831560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110459004376831560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2005/01/drug-that-is-ds' title='The Drug that is D/s'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-110204104565596266</id><published>2004-12-03T02:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-03T02:37:18.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Confusion .....</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, there are moments in a relationship when one feels that whatever you say or do it's not going to be right . My cleo and I, through force of circumstances have spent a good few weeks struggling against the tide of real life issues (long work hours, finances, and all manner of otehr things) to the point where we have lost a lot of continuity in the M/s side of our lives.Within the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/110204104565596266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=110204104565596266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110204104565596266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110204104565596266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2004/12/confusion' title='Confusion .....'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-110048922231336324</id><published>2004-11-15T02:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-15T03:34:56.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Love Hurts</title><summary type='text'>Whatever people say, deep down we all know that Love is an important emotion within our lives. Some will of course dismiss it as a failing, and believe that to be tough, and not demonstrate emotion is a better way. How wrong can they be? Some of the most brilliant and highly thought of people in History have done what they did through love.Having said that, to allow ourselves to show these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/110048922231336324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=110048922231336324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110048922231336324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110048922231336324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2004/11/love-hurts' title='Love Hurts'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-110038855985867248</id><published>2004-11-13T22:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-13T23:55:00.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Continual Improvement</title><summary type='text'>As owners of Seekers, and all the attached subdomains, we have always prided ourselves on creating sites that served a purpose, and had good information. One of the problems with having several sites, is that its very easy for them to be "stand alone" and visitors to one site rarely get the opportunity to see another. Well, this weekend we have done something about that. Seekers home page now has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/110038855985867248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=110038855985867248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110038855985867248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/110038855985867248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2004/11/continual-improvement' title='Continual Improvement'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-109899817106205524</id><published>2004-10-28T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T23:20:39.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare a Thought</title><summary type='text'>Dominants are tough, hard, expressionless, devoid of emotion, aren't they?Many seem to have this picture of Doms as these kind of underworld hitmen characters who have no feelings, no remorse, no conscience.Not true!This week has been a tough one, with work and lack of sleep, and all the usual daily life crap. Add to that there was a need to discipline my cleo. Now to discipline in the sense</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/109899817106205524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=109899817106205524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109899817106205524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109899817106205524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2004/10/spare-thought' title='Spare a Thought'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-109831812888131062</id><published>2004-10-21T01:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T01:27:14.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Best Interests of...</title><summary type='text'>My cleo wrote her blog tonight, after a tough couple of days suffering with excruciating pain from her frozen shoulder. You can see it here. Now, one of the things which is all important in any relationship, but moreso in one that relies on a physical element, and especially a pain based one as we do in D/s and BDSM is understanding how ones partner feels, and physically whether they can accept </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/109831812888131062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=109831812888131062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109831812888131062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109831812888131062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2004/10/in-best-interests-of' title='In the Best Interests of...'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-109814077664011710</id><published>2004-10-18T23:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T01:05:49.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Structure and Form.</title><summary type='text'>Sonnets!That particular form of poetry which is often (well, quite often anyway) associated with Shakespeare (Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?... etc) have a very specific structure in which they are written, in terms of rhyme, and rhythm. There are of course many other poets who have written, and still write in the sonnet form.In its most basic construction the sonnet uses 14 lines, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/109814077664011710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=109814077664011710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109814077664011710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109814077664011710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2004/10/structure-and-form' title='Structure and Form.'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-109780258271653298</id><published>2004-10-15T01:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T02:09:42.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Talents</title><summary type='text'>There are talents within us all. Many of us know what we do, and what we do well. Similarly, we know which things we would rather not do because we feel that we do them less well. Sometimes, and this is particularly true in the submissive nature, there is a real element of low self esteem which is all pervading: " I can't do that, i'll spoil it.. I will make a mistake.. i am not good enough" etc </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/109780258271653298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=109780258271653298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109780258271653298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109780258271653298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2004/10/hidden-talents' title='Hidden Talents'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-109671835198945385</id><published>2004-10-02T13:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T13:28:49.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To Fly, or to Flu, that is the question.</title><summary type='text'>My cleo has her own weblog, which I have to say is a good one. She uses that to talk about things that happen to her, and us each day. Her most recent post is about our plans to play, and how things so often conspire to get in the way, and circumstances over which we have no control always (well, often anyway) seem to stop us from completing the planned activity.Yesterday for example, having </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/109671835198945385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=109671835198945385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109671835198945385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109671835198945385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2004/10/to-fly-or-to-flu-that-is-question' title='To Fly, or to Flu, that is the question.'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-109605775204935588</id><published>2004-09-24T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T21:32:07.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't do pain..."</title><summary type='text'>When cleo and I first "met" online, in a D/s chatroom, we were drawn to each other, although quite what by I am not sure. We knew nothing about each other, at that time, and of course one has so little to go on because we only show what we want others to see online.However I do remember that one of the very first things she said to me when we began talking "seriously" was "I don't do pain". </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/109605775204935588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=109605775204935588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109605775204935588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109605775204935588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2004/09/i-dont-do-pain' title='&quot;I don&apos;t do pain...&quot;'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-109597868470824690</id><published>2004-09-23T22:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T23:31:24.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Accept the Inevitable.</title><summary type='text'>Relationships have to move, and grow, or of course they become stagnant, and futile. Ours has never been like that, as we always try to keep it moving and interesting, building new ideas and thoughts into what we do.For some reason this last week or so we have taken probably the single biggest step in ours since the initial move to 24/7. We have through a series of changes to how we live and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/109597868470824690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=109597868470824690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109597868470824690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109597868470824690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2004/09/accept-inevitable' title='Accept the Inevitable.'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-109470496014858946</id><published>2004-09-09T05:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T08:19:40.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Crocks and Bunny Rabbits.</title><summary type='text'>With the advent of middle age we all find ourselves suffering from those aches and pains that accompany advancing years. Knees, backs, arms, and all kinds of places we never even thought about begin to make their presence felt. This of course is something we all have to accept, but in the case of someone who may have just found a new partner, and who wishes to act like a "bunny rabbit" by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/109470496014858946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=109470496014858946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109470496014858946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109470496014858946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2004/09/old-crocks-and-bunny-rabbits' title='Old Crocks and Bunny Rabbits.'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-109424786231674956</id><published>2004-09-03T22:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T22:44:22.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Have a View</title><summary type='text'>Every person in this lifestyle has certain likes and dislikes. It's unlikely that all of those would ever coincide exactly with somebody elses. If we are lucky we might find someone who has very similar needs and wants, and likes and dislikes. What I think is importanmt though, is that each person (and this is true for life itself, not just D/s) should always have a view on everything. If </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/109424786231674956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=109424786231674956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109424786231674956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109424786231674956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2004/09/always-have-view' title='Always Have a View'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-109273951590304186</id><published>2004-08-17T11:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T11:45:15.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorting the crap!</title><summary type='text'>A friend of ours, a Dom with much experience has a penchant for helping subs. One such sub whom he helped last year turned up on his doorstep yesterday battered and broken and on the run from her so-called Master.He took her in of course, and after a visit to the hospital where she was advised to press charges against the person responsible for these injuries she made the complaint to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/109273951590304186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=109273951590304186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109273951590304186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109273951590304186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2004/08/sorting-crap' title='Sorting the crap!'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849735.post-109261288050418133</id><published>2004-08-16T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T00:43:54.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots.. Who needs them ?</title><summary type='text'>We have spent a good part of the day, on and off, looking at ways to create more control in our life. This is a need which the sub has and while i agree that it may be needed, finding the processes that work effectively, and which are manageable are not so simple.We have just looked at some sites that list various "rules" laid down by which slaves live with their Masters. I have one question to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/109261288050418133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6849735&amp;postID=109261288050418133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109261288050418133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6849735/posts/default/109261288050418133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weblog.seekers.org.uk/2004/08/robots-who-needs-them' title='Robots.. Who needs them ?'/><author><name>MG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429405842141549596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12820591307555682347'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
