Hiya Kidz....
I'm moving this blog elsewhere. Seems some *chicken hawk* has been using this blog to launch verbal attacks on Me elsewhere. So he can spend all his non bus driving time searching for it elsewhere/ He compared Me to a hooker earlier this afternoon. Oh wait it was a Glam domme....idiot....

So I will be emailing ye all the new location.

Hope everyone is well. I've missed My usual blogging and entertaining ye all. Have loads going on in My personal life right now, so focusing on sorting that all.

Princess Bride is doing just lovely. Same problems same distress...oh to be that age again.

I loves ya all and miss the fun here. Will see ya all real soon

With Love warmth affection etc

Gabrielle

He had asked her if she knew how to Tango. B'Elanna was scared at what Tom would concoct next . She stepped into the marble ballroom. He had really put alot into this holo program. There were hauty people placed liberally around the dance floor. Their glittering clothes seemed to dim next to her simple red gown. The silk and velvet dress made her feel elegant. She stood awkwardly towards the side waiting for him to show himself. He would be here already, he would want to see her off balance.
Across the room she saw the Commander and the Captain dancing in a very old fashion way. It was the old ballroom Foxtrot. The doctor had a holo projection of the lovely Dr. Pell, they were dancing cheek to cheek. There to the right, Kes and Harry were laughing at Harry's attempt to teach Kes the fine art of the ballroom dance. B'Elanna stifle a giggle when Kes took off her heels and stepped onto Harry's feet like a daughter would with her father. She vaguely remembered doing that with her father. *That was an unusual side tract,* she thought to herself. *I hardly ever think of him nicely.*

She jumped when a rose appeared in front of her. The crimson color matched the red in her dress. *Now, how did he do that?* She took the rose and turned. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed into his twinkling blue eyes. The song ended and the dance floor clapped sedately. An old man appeared on the stage. His ugly Blue tuxedo clashed with the delicate and massive surroundings.

"This song is for lovers only." His deep tenor rang out across the crowd.

"I believe this is our song." Tom's voice cut through the silence. Taking her hand, he led her to the center of the floor. The music started and he brought her body to his. She felt the heat from his body come through his tuxedo and her dress, it was as if they were naked, almost. She began the steps and relaxed into his embrace, she realized that there were words to this tango music. Tom began to sing them to her softly.

I ache for the touch of your lips dear
But much more for the touch of your whips dear
You can raise welts
Like nobody else
When we dance to the Masochistic Tango
She threw her head back and howled. The song was so hilarious. Toms face lit up and a smile spread across his features. Tears started to leak down her face as her laugh died to an occasional chuckle. In the back of her mind she could hear Chakotay laughing with the Captain and Kes' faint giggle.

Let our love be a flame not an ember
Say its me you want to dismember
Blacken my eye
Set fire to my tie
As we dance to the Masochistic Tango
At your command
Before you here I stand
My heart is in my hand (yuck)
Its here that I must be

My heart entreats
Just hear those savage beats
And go put on your cleats
and come and trample me

Your heart is as hard as stone or mahogany
Thats why I'm in such exquisite agony
My soul is on fire
Its aflame with desire
Which is why I perspire when we Tango

You caught my nose in your left castanet love
I can feel the pain yet love
everytime I hear drums

And I envy the rose that you held in your teeth love
With the thorns underneath love
sticking into your gums

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches
The last time I needed 20 stitches
To sew up the gash
you made with your lash
As we dance to the Masochistic Tango

Bash in my Brains
And make me scream with pain
Then kick my once again
And say we'll never part

I know to well
I'm underneath your spell
So darling if you smell
something burning its my heart ::::Hick up::::

Take your cigarette from its holder
And burn your initials in my shoulder
Fracture my spine
And swear that your mine
As we dance to the Masochistic Tango

The music died away. The dance floor was cramped with people, B'Elanna leaned close to Tom's ear. "You must have a deathwish, helmboy."

He chuckled and then sobered. "No. B'Elanna, the only wish I have is to be with you forever." He lean down and kissed her, as he pulled away she bit his lip. His smile said, *I know what your thinking.* He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the exit.

On the dance floor, Harry grinned down at Kes. Her smile made him laugh, it was a communication she knew what they were thinking too.

Tom pulled B'Elanna out of the holodeck. As they reached the cooridor they encountered Simms and Janie Lamount. "Oh Lts. we wanted you guys to be the second we told. We're engaged" The couple smiled at B'Elanna and Tom. "We just had to tell you right away because...well you guys kind of were there every step of the way. Without you guys I would never have told her I loved her." Simms looked slightly embarrassed, but was smiling nevertheless.

"What were you guys going to do. Perhaps we could join you." Janine looked hopeful. Paris stiffled a laugh.

"Actually we were on our way to get some coffee from the mess hall." B'Elanna looked up sweetly at Paris. His smile could have killed a fat cat on the spot. She laughed to herself.

Coffee was a quiet affair. B'Elanna was torturing Paris by leaning against him while she drank her coffee. Paris's hand kept tapping her stomach with his long fingers, sending her heart thumping. The other couple just seem to enjoy their own company. They talked animatly but would occassionally break off to kiss one another. After an hour of meaniless small talk Simms and Lamount got up to leave. As the door swished behind them, Paris pulled B'Elanna into his arms

"And you think I have deathwish. What were you thinking, 'we were going to get coffee.' Ha." His mocking tone was harsh , but he cut it off with a slight peck on her lips. "What were we going to do again?" He asked as he deepend the kiss.

"We were heading to any quarters that were close ." She said has she hauled him to his feet. Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her to him for a kiss. The doors suddenly swished open, as a liplocked Kes and Kim stumbled into the room. Paris looked down at B'Elanna, severly amused. She stiffled a laugh as her sides stared to quake. Before either knew what was happening, they burst out laughing. Harry and Kes pulled apart, their faces the exact shade of red of B'Elanna's dress.

"We thought you two would be into other activities by now." Harry stammered.

Paris calmed down. "So did we. We got slightly sidetracked." Tom sent a meaningful look in B'Elanna's direction. "We'll go now, but may I remind you that this is a public place you two." Harry and Kes's faces turned even redder.

"Please don't go. I'm sure we can find something to talk about. Why don't I get us some coffee." Kes was always the gracious host. Another hour of akward conversation and another 4 cups of coffee later, Harry and Kes got up to leave. "See ya tommorrow guys."

As the doors close behind the other couple, Paris and Torres ran for the door Paris yelled out, "Last one there is a rotten egg." He turned to look at B'Elanna and ran right smack into the commander. "Sorry." He looked apologetically at the commander who nodded. "Hi Captain. Let me guess, don't run off you want to talk to us. Coffee anyone?" He walked over to the replicator and ordered four cups of coffee. Yet another hour later, The Captain stood up and stretched.

"Computer time." The calm female voice chirped back.

"It is 03:34 hours."

"Don't forget everyone. Staff meeting at 6 tommorrow." With that cheerful news she and the Commander left the mess hall.

"Lets Go." Torres grabbed his hand and ran promtly into a table and twisted her ankle. "Ouch, stupid table. Who put it there." Paris chuckled scoped her up, ignoring her protests.

"Paris to Doctor, could you meet us in Sickbay please." Tom thought *this is not our night.*

"Alright, your ankle is all healed up, Lt. May I remind you, it is not good for your health to walk into tables."

"Yes Doc. Can we go now."

"Yes, go, be gone." They hurried out of Sickbay.

"Computer time." B'Elanna called. "It is 04:15." Less than 2 hours, can you handle it helmboy." Her eyebrows perked up. Her dark eyes were daring him.

"2 hours?.....Hum, I might be able to.... given a little help." His smile was all innuendo. "Don't tell me that was phaser fire I heard." He groaned. Sure enough down the hall someone was firing a phaser.

"Lets go." Up ahead there was a a few drunken guys, one was very carefully holding a firing phaser.

"Lts. it won't stop." Tom tackled him while B'Elanna pulled the phaser from his hand.

"Jackson, for it to stop you have to take your finger off the trigger." Tom sounded slightly mad. Security showed up then along with Tuvok. As always Tuvok looked faintly annoyed and pissed as all that.

"Lts. since you are already awake. I would like your reports in my hands for tommorrows breifing." With that, he turned on his heel and walked away. Tom and B'Elanna looked at each other and laughed.

"Now we're bad. When we laugh at having to do reports. What happened to our wonderful night together?" B'Elanna asked suddenly sad.

"I guess it got postponed. Come on, reports await."

Janeway looked around the conference table. The commander was his usual serene self. Harry had a huge smile on his face, but was slightly red too. Kes kind of glowed. B'Elanna looked extremely annoyed and buzzed. Her face had lines of exhaustion and she fidgeted every few seconds. Paris sat next to her, his face was pale and drawn and he sat perfectly still. There was something unnatural about him. She realized then that Paris hadn't blinked in quite a while. His eyes were open large, in fact she could see the white part of the eye all around the blue irises. Tuvok of course was calmly sitting next to her.

"Well, lets get this going." She slammed her hands down on the table. Paris' head fell to the table. Whamp. B'Elanna nudged him. He started to snore. There were snickers from around the table. The Captain looked at B'Elanna with a smile and said, "B'Elanna next time you and Tom engage in other activities make sure he gets enough sleep." The snickers grew into laughs.

"If we EVER engage in other activities I'll keep it in mind." The group looked at her, their eyes asking a question. "I don't think either of us reached our quarters until 05:45." Paris woke up suddenly terribly embarrassed.

"Sorry Captain, I have an unusual reaction to too much coffee." The group laughed.

B'Elanna was outside of Tom's quarters, she could hear the tango from inside. She rang the bell. Tom reached out and pulled her in. "Engage privacy lock, cut off all communications to this room, authorization Paris Omega 469." Tom started to kiss B'Elanna deeply. The doors swished closed...

So tell Me ~~~ Ms Cheeky Bitch with Sprinkles...what do you think about our earlier conversation ? *Laughs*

Have I got a case of the mental *bends*

With Warmth,Affection,Love & Friendship

Ms Gabrielle

PS, like a new puppy, perhaps a ticking clock, a hot water bottle and a fuzzy blankie would give Me the *warmth* I want

Carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee...You will never look at a cup of
coffee the same way again.

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water
and placed each on a high fire Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your
door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean? Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff?

Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with
a stiff spirit and hardened heart? Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.

When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean? May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and
everyone around you is crying.

With Warmth,Affection,Love & Friendship

MsGabrielle

Should I sing a song?

Whats that song.....giggle~ She's having a what??????

This is for all intents and purposes the *standard* and addendums and other clauses would be inserted, accordingly

Of my own free will and out of a desire to express my love and devotion to the Woman I love and adore, I offer myself in chattel slavery to my Mistress for the period beginning on __________ and ending at noon on_____________.

Although I consider myself to be a slave full-time to Mistress, during the time period expressed above, I will devote myself completely and totally to the pleasure and desires of my Mistress, without hesitation or consideration of myself or others.

General Rules

The slave agrees to obey his Mistress in all respects. his mind, body, heart and time belong to Her. The slave accepts the responsibility of using his safeword when necessary, and trusts implicitly in his Mistress to respect the use of that safeword. If a condition arises in which the slave needs to use the safeword or gesture, his Mistress will assess the situation, and determine an appropriate course of action.

The slave shall keep his body available for the use of his Mistress at all times. In addition, the slave agrees that his Mistress possesses the right to determine whether others can use his body and what use they may put it to. The Mistress will discuss all such instances in advance with the slave, to be certain that such play with others will not violate any established limits. The slave shall demonstrate his acceptance of his role of service and availability at all times while at home and at other times and places specified by his Mistress. The slave acknowledges that his Mistress may use his body or mind in any manner She wishes within the parameters of safety. She may hurt his without reason to please Herself. The slave enjoys the right to cry, scream or beg, but accepts the fact that these heartfelt expressions will not affect his treatment. Further, he accepts that if his Mistress tires of his noise,She will take action to silence him.

The slave will answer any questions put to him honestly and directly, and will volunteer any information his Mistress should know about his physical or emotional condition. While his Mistress expects her slave to speak honestly and forthrightly about anything that bothers him, he is not to interpret that as permission to whine or complain. He will phrase his concerns politely and respectfully, and then gracefully accept his Mistress's judgment in these matters without further complaint.

The slave will always speak of his Mistress in terms of love and respect. he will address her at all times as either "Mistress" or "Ma’am," ( see Public Rules of Conduct)

The Mistress may give the slave "free periods" in Her presence during which the slave may express himself openly and freely. There will be no punishments applied during "free periods." It is understood, however, that the slave will continue to address his Mistress with respect and love at all times and that deviations from the rule are subject to punishment at a later time.

The slave agrees that severe punishment may be assessed for any infraction of the letter or spirit of their contract, and will accept the correction gratefully. The form and extent of the punishment shall be at the Mistress's pleasure, and the Mistress shall make it clear to the slave that he is being punished when punishment occurs. The Mistress shall endeavor not to inflict physical harm upon the slave that might require the attention of anyone outside the relationship. Mistress and slave agree that in extremes either may activate a free period by using the safeword. The free period will continue until both parties agree that the problem(s) concerned are resolved.

The slave is permitted to engage in any and all activities not actively forbidden by their contract or by later edict of the Mistress. All rights and privileges not otherwise noted in the contract belong to the Mistress, and She may exercise them as She chooses.

Private Rules of Conduct

When in the same room as his Mistress, the slave will ask permission before leaving the room, explain where he is going off to when he expects to return. When speaking to his Mistress or being spoken to by Her, the slave will assume a demeanor of alert attention and will meet his Mistress's eyes directly, unless instructed to do otherwise. ( I have edited a lot of this out as there is a separate and defined list here that is tailored specifically) I will attach some of the more defined later.

Public Rules of Conduct

The slave will conduct himself at all times in such a manner as to not call attention to Mistress and slave. he will call his Mistress by Her name only if the use of "Mistress" is inappropriate. The slave will defer to his Mistress in public. The slave may dress himself, but must seek approval of any clothing he wishes to wear in public. Unless specifically stated otherwise, the slave may not wear panties.

Work Rules of Conduct

No part of their agreement is intended to interfere with the slave's career. The Mistress wishes the slave to work hard and honestly, in general to conduct himself in a manner calculated to bring honor and respect to T/them B/both. During periods of work, the slave is permitted to schedule appointments, to dress in a manner appropriate to work, and to leave the house when necessary. During periods of work, the slave may answer the telephone and discuss business without the expressed permission of his Mistress. With my signature below, i agree to accept and obey all preceding rules as well as any rules my Mistress may choose to issue at a later date. I gratefully consign by body and soul to my Mistress for Her pleasure and use for the contract period noted above.

_______________________________ slave___________ date

I accept My slave's desire to serve Me more fully, and take responsibility for his well-being, training and discipline to more perfectly serve My will.

_____________________________ Mistress _________________ date

This is designed for a general outline only.

The changes that would be included would be for a life commitment.

* boy would wear the mark of the *Household*
* boy would wear a *designated* number tattoo'd onto his ankle. This would most likely be the date of the bonding ceremony.If children were to be born, then their birthdates would also be affixed permanantly to the other ankle.
* boy would carry permanant piercings both to the nipples and penis.
* boy would carry a permanant carving done by his Mistress after the bonding ceremony, in the presence of guests.
* Both boy and Mistress will both have legal instruments drawn concerning issues of both Medical, Financial, to protect each in case of death, or impairment that would dictate the other making life altering decisions. If children were born into the Household, inheritance issues will be addressed. Also if children were born from previous marriage etc, then they will be included in any monumental decisions.

As I stated above, this is just the draft upon which I would write the contract.

So there is My first post of the day, as Im having a slow morning and not enough coffee onboard.

With warmth, love, and friendship

MsGabrielle