Jewel Takes West Master Kennel Club Slave Show Title!

(Writer's note: Being that I have a very dear slave friend named Jewel, who happens to be owned by a Master named Fox, when Jewel the American Foxhound won the Hound Group at the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show, well, I just had to have some fun. Please enjoy this story in the spirit in which it is intended.)

 

Jewel, a voluptuous auburn haired beauty belonging to Master Fox earned the "Best In Show" title last night at the prestigious, world famous West Master Kennel Club Slave Show held in the renowned Madison's Garden.   Competing against over 2500 other slaves in deportment, obedience, service, honor and talent (ahem), the suddenly demure Jewel was nearly speechless as she admired the trophy as she was securely nestled in her Master's arms. "I am very privileged to be owned by my Master whom I love," she said, with her aquamarine eyes wide and sparkling with tears of joy about to spill over. With that, she turned her head into Master Fox's chest and spoke no more.

 

Fox, a builder of note, appeared justifiably proud of his slave. "I entered Jewel to show others that a cared for, cherished and loved slave doesn't have to become spoiled. Her submission to me is never in question. She displays it proudly every moment of every day," he said in a deep voice, accented with a hint of Texas, his love of his property obvious. "Jewel is my slave as well as my partner. Her extremely high scores in all of the categories show that this is a viable way of life in the D/s world."

 

Asked about future plans, a wide smile spread across the tall Master's face. With a twinkle in his eyes and a wink, he said, "We have some private celebrating to do, then like all champions say 'We're going to Disneyland!' Then when we get home, I have a trophy case to construct."

 

As they left the podium, one of his hands dropped to Jewel's behind. With a grin over his shoulder at the press corps, he gave her cheek an obvious squeeze as the flashbulbs popped and cameras clicked.

Home for the Holidays

Master and I returned home for a holiday break, immediately hearing news from the housekeeping staff about a recent coup on the nearby island of Glint.  According to the rumor, La Presidente had reclaimed her position in a bloodless overthrow.  Naturally, this was something that Master needed to investigate! 

We arrived in the PRG, finding it welcomingly familiar yet with an electric feel of something about to happen.  Our first stop was the prison and court room, where the look on Master's face spoke volumes about his desire to return to the stage that started his legal career.  Memories of past trials flooded us both, and I swear I saw shadows of kangaroos on the walls!  What kangaroos would be doing this far from Australia I am sure I don't know!

As we left the building, sounds from the nearby bar began echoing across the intimate courtyard.  VB was inside with a girl, who initially introduced herself as hiya.  She changed her name shortly thereafter to Rija.  Perhaps she will have a different name the next time.  I have found that expecially in the PRG, people tend to change their names frequently.

VB said she was now very well-behaved, which I will agree with, at least so far.  La Presidente arrived, looking very tanned.  Her time in the jungle obviously agreed with her!  She conferred Master's appointment to his Judgeship and conferred me to Press Officer.  It felt wonderful to have my hat and notebook out once again!

With all of the unpacking to supervise, Master and I headed back home hand in hand, our hearts filled with the warmth of friends we have missed and the knowledge that we are indeed home once more.

Merry Christmas!

Judge Marvin and his lacey would like to wish all of their dear friends a very blessed Christmas - may all your wishes and dreams come true!

Much love to all of you!

Judge Marvin and lacey

New Year's Surprise

Last Thursday, Master had a twinkle in his eyes when he announced that we would be taking a special trip for New Year's, though he wouldn't say where we were going! 

Master's fleet of transportation choices are all very comfortable.  In this case, we were in one of my favorites, a custom-built Gulfstream.  The interior is earth tones, with buttery soft beige leather upholstery and thick carpet throughout.  It has areas for sleeping, dining and relaxing, along with power ports to keep Master's communication devices powered up and ready for use.

It was a long and smooth flight.  We both enjoyed the quiet time together.  Looking out the windows over the ocean, we could often spot pods of whales of different types as they fed or swam to new locations.  When the pilot announced that we should prepare for landing, I spotted the distinctive shape of the Sydney Opera House, in Sydney Australia!

We deplaned, and were whisked through customs.  It was dusk as we boarded a yacht, and sailed out into the harbor.  The captain selected an ideal spot with a great view of the bridge and the Opera House.  Master and i had dinner and danced until the fireworks began.  Standing together, each with an arm around the other, we watched the incredible display of fireworks light up over the harbor, casting shadowed color on the Opera House as well as turning the sky into a kaleidescope of color and patterns.  It was magnificent!

We spent the night on the yacht, creating and enjoying our own equally magnificent fireworks, then headed in to port the next morning to explore Sydney!  Museums, pubs, restaurants, shopping, landmarks, scuba diving and lots of friendly people to talk with made the day fly.  The next morning, Master announced that we would be spending this week in Australia!  He rented a car and off we went!  Being that Master has been to Australia before, he has many amazing and interesting sights to show me! 

Though we won't be able to cover the entire country in a week, we'll see some parts of it, and i have no doubt that we'll return in the future to see even more!

Our Life in Den Haag

More cases are added to Master's docket at The Hague every day.  He has reduced his schedule though, not hearing cases on Monday mornings or Friday afternoons, facilitating our weekend travel to and from Glint.

It has become our habit on Monday mornings to have a leisurely breakfast on the terrace of our recently purchased home in the rural outskirts of Den Haag.  The house staff arrange fresh flowers throughout the house, filling it with a delicate floral scent.  Fresh milk and cream abound from the nearby farms.  The Dutch people have been very warm and welcoming to both of us. 

The cook, Tante Henrietta, spoils us with wonderful traditional meals and treats.  Among her many delectable pastries is banket, which is an almond filled piece of heaven that is difficult to pass by.  She packs baskets of food for us to take with us to Glint, always telling me as we head to the helicopter, her English heavily accented "This way, you concentrate on your Master while you're home and not worry about cooking, that is my job.  Your job is making your Master happy!"  At that, Master always smiles, pulls me still closer to his side and whispers "and you do that very well, my one!" 

During the week, i accompany Master to work.  i assist him with paperwork and any other tasks that make his life easier and more enjoyable.  i have put myself in charge of his robes, ensuring that they are crisply ironed and always ready to be worn.  Straightening his tie is my job, and one i protect ferociously, especially since it is such a perfect time to whisper "i love You" and kiss his cheek before i follow him out to the bench.

When court is in session, i kneel on a cushion beside his great chair behind the bench, taking notes, often laying my head on his leg nearest to me.  Once court is recessed for the day, Master and i will frequently ride a two-seater bicycle around the town, enjoying the many sights and sounds, and sampling the wide variety of cheeses that are available.  The sea isn't too far away, although as the days are becoming noticeably shorter, our afternoon seaside picnics occur via a car more so than via bicycle as they did when the days were longer. 

Glint is never far from our thoughts, though, and we are always anxious for the weekends to arrive so that we can once again be home...together.

Reunited!

Judge Marvin and Lacey have been reunited, and it truly "feels so good"!  After the threat to Lacey in open court at the ICC on Tuesday, the written threats that Lacey has received at home in Glint, and the copy of one of the threats that was found in cupcake's pocket, Judge Marvin arranged a top secret mission to retrieve Lacey "to bring her here by my side where I can be sure that she is protected at all times."

One of the Judge's helicopters hovered over the courtyard of the Judge's and Lacey's home.  While snipers inside the whirlybird covered every direction, a rope ladder was lowered by the Judge himself.  Smiling happily at the surprise of seeing her beloved Master, Lacey climbed the rope.  Once safely inside the cabin, Lacey was wrapped in her Master's loving arms...or he was wrapped in hers....or both.

The helicopter landed at an undisclosed airport, where an unmarked Gulfstream G-5 was waiting to take the pair to the Netherlands.  A heavily armored limosine took the couple from the airport to an undisclosed hotel.  Wednesday morning, Judge Marvin was back on the bench, looking bright eyed and well-satisfied.  As the regular court reporter for the ICC is recording this case, Lacey is enjoying the chance to dabble with court room drawings while kneeling at Master's side on a large soft cushion, observing the proceedings.  The defense was shocked to see Lacey walk into the courtroom behind Judge Marvin, her freshly sharpened dagger strapped to her thigh.  Suddenly, the entire defense table seemed to be choking as they all reached for the water pitcher and plastic cups emblazoned with the ICC logo.

Once recovered from their surprise, the defense stated that they had finished their opening argument.  The rest of the day was filled with the prosecution presenting evidence and questioning witnesses.  At four pm, Judge Marvin called a halt to the day. 

Since Lacey hadn't visited the Netherlands before, Judge Marvin rented a tandem bicycle.  The rest of the afternoon was spent sight-seeing, with the bodyguards maintaining a watchful eye from a respectful distance.  After enjoying an alfresco dinner, the Judge and Lacey returned to the hotel for a satisfying treat.

Arguments are expected to continue today in the well-publicized case.  Both sides anticipate making closing statements on Friday morning, handing the case to the Judge for deliberation just before the lunch recess.

Judge Marvin's First Day at the ICC

Judge Marvin heard the opening statements today at the International Criminal Court (ICC) located in The Hague, Netherlands.  The prosecution laid the foundation for their case throughout the morning and most of the afternoon.  Judge Marvin called a brief recess before the drug cartel had their say, in which they stated that all of the charges were false, and that they were certain that Judge Marvin would immediately throw out the case, then softly added "if he ever wants to see Lacey again."

With that comment, Judge Marvin rose with an angry look on his face.  Declaring that the day's proceedings were finished and court would resume in the morning, he picked up the large gavel, banging it so hard that it split into pieces. Whirling, his robes flying out behind him, he purposefully strode into his chambers.  The chamber staff trembled as the saw the set to his jaw and the anger flashing in his eyes.  One member of the staff who asked for anonymity said, "He hung up his robe and didn't say word one to anyone.  He sat down behind his desk for just a few minutes before he picked up the telephone and punched a long stream of numbers.  He spoke softly into the phone, then replaced the receiver.  He stood up, grabbed his weapons, and walked out the door, his bodyguards running to catch up to him.  Where he was going is anyone's guess."