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<title>IC Blog of princessl8tex</title>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 07:49:45 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Pain in my heart</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/252121/</link>
 <description>You look in a mirror and you hate what you see. I have to look in a mirror everyday of my life and I hate what I see. I see a person in a body that I hate. I should not say that because that person is me. I like who I am, but I look wrong. I know its only an outer shell and that can be changed. But after years of looking at the wrong outer shell I am becomming tired of it.</description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 18:07:10 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Quote of the day.2</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/251688/</link>
 <description>...Be nice and smile to everyone you see.. You don&apos;t now what they&apos;re going through, a smile might actually get them through the rest of the day Xx xxx</description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 23:09:35 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Cock soup</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/249571/</link>
 <description>Hopefully not long before im the main meaty ingredient. Made with fresh round croutons lol</description>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 12:08:57 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Good day but bad day</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/248548/</link>
 <description>Feel like shit but proud. Im going to see my dad. People wont understand what this is about unless they really know me. My Dad is the only person who has never net me in my new life and never will. He is to old and ill to have to loose his son as well as my mum. The one and only piece of male clothing i own is on. A bloody tshirt and it feels awefull. I feel nakid and vulnerable.</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 17:10:46 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Separation</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/248389/</link>
 <description>Separation anxiety disorder is a psychological condition in which an individual experiences excessive anxiety regarding separation from home or from people to whom the individual has a strong emotional attachment (like my daughters). It becomes a disorder when the separation reaction becomes strong enough to impair people&apos;s ability to conduct their day to day lives and relationships.</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 21:47:22 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Collaring</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/247202/</link>
 <description>I would like to annouce my female supremacy over my collared slave. He is called subbie teddy. He does everything i command.</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 15:24:53 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>The Ex</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/246374/</link>
 <description>Princess wants to thank the special woman in her life for putting up with all the crap from my ex, love you loads babe :) x</description>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 20:09:54 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Red latex</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/246206/</link>
 <description>Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2009 19:52:29 +0100</description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 10:18:28 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Quote of the day.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/245980/</link>
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I do not mind anyone talking about me behind my back because it just means that they are jealous of me and want to be me !!!!! 
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 <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 14:39:35 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Loss</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/241115/</link>
 <description>Today i feel totally lost. I haven&apos;t seen my daughters in over 4 weeks now. I know they will be asking there mother were i am. But its not me stopping me seeing them. There mother can&apos;t deal with me being transexual. Both my daughters are fully aware of who i am and who i long to be. I am ment to be doing house work today, but i just can&apos;t seem to muster the energy to dpo it. My life seems to be falling apart. DVLA have lost my driving licence, my deed poll document and all my past details. This has caused me to lose my job as they want to see my licence. I am trying hard to snap out of this depresion but its hard. The only thoughts that keep me going is that i know one day i will be the woman i long to be.</description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 13:15:23 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>The younger people in life.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/241003/</link>
 <description>Today i went to the corner shop up the road. On my way there was a group of young boys. They were on the opposite side of the street. As we passed on of them shouted, thats a man. As usual i just ignored them and carried on to the shop. As i carried on all i could here was the boys shouting things like your a tranny, your a puff. I felt like going over to talk to them, but as usual I held my head up high and went into the shop. 
Some time back that would have freaked me out. But im a stronger person now. I am happy and content in my life. I am who i am. If them verbaly abusing me has given them pleasure then im happy for them. Im not saying it didn&apos;t hurt what they said. I think it would hurt anyone.</description>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 07:10:24 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>COGIATI TEST</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/234415/</link>
 <description>I have taken the test below. The results of the test confirm everything I have been thinking for most of my life. Apart from the time were i have tried my hardest to keep them locked away in my subconscious mind. But the time has come to fully explore my sexuality and embrace it with an open mind. I know i am transsexual. The differences in me when I wear male clothing that I sometimes have to do. When i let my mind run free as I do as Sophia, my confidence goes through the roof so to speak. I am extremely polite, I become a soft and gentle person, calm, happy, controlled, content, warm, kind. But when I am in male mode, I become Defensive and not a happy person.</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 11:43:32 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Best day of my life</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/234236/</link>
 <description>What a way to start the day. I was totally down this morning. Then I had a run in with my X wife over the phone. That sort of snapped  me out of the mood a bit.  That was all about access to my daughters which she has stopped because i am now living a full time D/S lifestyle apart from being TS as well. Then she phoned back and told me she had sorted the Decree Absolute for the divorce. I just yelled down the phone that it was the best news I had today. Now my solicitor can take you for half of the house That I walked away from and half of you best friend your BMW Z 3. So all in all its turning out to be an ok sort of day. Plus i have had a delivery of a new pair of jeans and they are perfect. Very tight in my legs which i love as Mistress says i have good legs.</description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 14:32:22 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Slave register</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/233045/</link>
 <description>Slave Ownership and Registration Certificate for
541-456-714
This is to certify that the registrant with number 541-456-714, currently
known as &quot;CsBoytoy&quot;, is registered in The Slave Register as an owned
slave; and that the registrant&apos;s owner is declared to be Daneswood; and
that the registrant has been collared by Daneswood since
the 6th day of September 2008.
The registration number 541-456-714 was issued on
the 28th day of September 2008. The current registration details
may be inspected at http://541-456-714.slaveregister.com/
This certificate was issued on the 11th day of April 2009.
For more information about The Slave Register please visit www.slaveregister.com</description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2009 16:12:18 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Let me do that madam.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/229315/</link>
 <description>Thursday morning i got up had a shower and got dressed. I picked a lovely black skirt and my silk Berkertex blouse. I took my time to pamper myself as i am off work at the moment and needed to chill out. </description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 14:00:44 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Every day life.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/224924/</link>
 <description>Well the other day i was on my way home from work. Mistress never rings me unless it&apos;s very urgent. The phone rang and it was C. Darling can you hear the noise from the bathroom. There is a really loud buzzing noise. Mistress then took her phone upto he bathroom. The noise was reaaly loud. I asked her to go back down stairs away from the noise until i got home.
On my arrival home the noise was really bad. I went upto the bathroom to find out where it was coming from. No i couldnt find it. I came down stairs and phoned the plumber who said he could get out first thing in the morning. Ok i said and went to take a shower. As i finished my shower i picked up my razor and suddenly the noise stopped.
As i picked up my razor i disloged mistress&apos;s battery razor. Then the noise stopped. Mistress had left it buzzing away. Not very slave like i took the micky something rotten. Even the plumber burst out laughing and called Mistress a muppet. lmao
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 <pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 15:35:21 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Wedding Bells</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/224829/</link>
 <description>I would like to announce that on the 30th January CsBoytoy asked Daneswood if she would take his hand in marrage. I am please to say that she said yes. It was one of the best moments of my life. And yes i get to wear the wedding dress.</description>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 23:26:28 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>A right good spanking.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/223859/</link>
 <description>22-01-2008</description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 23:19:29 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>My first day of slave training.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/223240/</link>
 <description>It was Thursday morning, I had been intrusted to wait for Mistress C wearin nothing more than my black rubber briefs. I was also told to be in chastity. I woke in the early hours of Thursday morning, my heart was pounding and i was straining in the chastity device that i was locked in. Unable to get more rest i took a walm bath to relieve the straining in the device. A couple of candles were lit and the bath run. Still i was hard. The pain was imence and intolerable. I thought about takeing it of and resecureing it before Mistress C arrived. Then i remembered the key was sealed in an envilope and signed across the seal. That was out of the question then, so i lay there in the hot bath trying to calm down. Which finaly i did and went back to bed for an hour. 
I finaly woke and got up about 8.30, i dressed in my briefs as Mistress had told me she was going to be as early as she could. I went down stairs to wait for her. As time went by my heart started to race, my nurves started to do strange things to me. What were these feelings i was haveing. I had never had them before. It was getting worse. At last a text arrived about 9.30. Mstress was running late. My heart sank. I thought about a cup of tea and some toast. I went into the kitchen to make it but the feelings i had by this time were makeing me feel phisicaly sick. The mind can play ammazing tricks on you. 
There was a sudden nock on the door. Mistress must be here. I ran to the door and pulled it open as fast as i could, only to find the my friend from nextdoor. He wasnt shocked by my rubber briefs as he knows about my rubber life and Mistress C. He just wanted to borrow some tools for a job he wanted to do. 
He sat down as he could see that i was in a mess, my nurves and heart were driving me crazy. He stayed with me until Mistress pulled up in her car. Then he made a swift exit. I waited for Mistress to come to the door and opened it for her. 
As she came in i was ordered to kiss.</description>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 07:45:50 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>The dangers of anal play</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/213052/</link>
 <description>Its was a wonderful start to Sunday morning. We woke up snuggled next to each other in bed. Things started to get a little hot shall we say. Hugs and kisses, gentle massage, Arousal here we come. Well let&apos;s just say that a glass wand came out to play and it was inserted. Ohhhhhhhh the pleasure. I was in heaven. At this point i rolled over and the feelings i had down there just stopped. I asked Mistress if she could see the end. At which point she said no its all inside hunny. So i was at this point a little worried. Multiple attempts to extraicate the offending object and it was stuck fast just above the pelvis bone. Panic now set in. What do i do. I am stood there in chastity wearing a CB6000 device. Securley locked in place. Mistress offered me the keys to my device and my collar as it was now a matter for the A&amp;E department at our local hospital. As a true and respectful slave i refused. I pulled on my black and pink satin knickers as i am required to wear knickers all the time. Then i went to hospital.</description>
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