What is Truth? .... is it Real?

Philosophical Musings Warning

On the Internet, nobody knows you're a dog

Who knows? Does it really matter? How many of the tales from my 'stable'^[1] are true? Given the large doses of fantasy obviously not all is fact, but a lot of it clearly is.
Of course we all do envelope ourselves with cloaks of mild anonymity (and layers of cloaks) as a core part of our way of life here, so there is uncertainty and at times, doubt.
As may be apparent MissBehaviour has not (yet) physically met any of these fortunate individuals (two are Stateside so that's unlikely anyway), so evidence is indirect. But I do have good reason to believe most of what they tell me, for the following reasons:

• In some cases I have good photographic evidence to back it up. (No - these are not shareable... they are strictly private between sub and Mistress, though one does involve lipstick kisses of considerable intimacy.) Of course with some there is mild or extreme reluctance to furnish such (you know who you are) and I rarely push things too hard. (Wannabes that roll out the limp excuse 'my camera is broken' have been weeded out long before they get the privilege of even getting on the waiting list for my 'chosen ones'.)
• When you've been chatting to someone for a long time, often with many hundreds of thousands of words exchanged, you really do get a sense of their personality and genuineness. Of course they may be absolutely superb actors (and given my premium on imagination this is of course a risk), but keeping that up consistently over months and months would require almost a split-personality..... oh!
• Why would someone expend over months energy and dedication required to satisfy MissBehaviour's demands for imagination? Sure - she's worth it in the end, but as a 'lark'?
• In a few cases I often chat to their partners and then it's definitely clear I am talking to another person - s2 is a good example, where her partner and I sometimes arrange little surprises for s2. And in a very torrid 5-hour session with s1 and one of her lady friends, involving loads of bananas^[2], her feminised husband was acting as a surrogate for me (she will feature in other posts and will be identified as s1_v). Then most definitely several people are involved.

Does it matter? Well, not really... in the end we get the enjoyment. Those lovely occasions where everyone's switched on and you can bask in the warm glow of an exceptional mind-fuck.

[1] I'm not entirely satisfied with using 'stable' as the collective noun. 'Harem' might be better, but even that lacks something. A prize is offered for the best alternative. My sissies/subs are ordered to put their thinking caps on. 
[2] You will hear about that another time.