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Looking for female or male sub play partners, and that elusive slave of My dreams. Either present yourself as a sub play partner or as a potiential slave.
No online-only relationships, Im looking for real time.
Must be able to eat your cum.
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When you are a collared slave, there is no room for negotiation, especially to make things easier for you. I'm also not going to force you to do simple tasks. If you don't want to do them, that's fine. Obviously you are not the right slave for me.
The "right" slave-boy has thoroughly researched his role and understands what is expected of him. He will put My needs first, and his own second. If I have to remind you of this repeatedly, there's no point. I'm not going to beat you for every infraction especially when it has no effect. I'm not going to force your role on you. you will assume your role by submitting to Me as we will move forward, and you will be groomed to be My slave. |
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To My future slave-boy:
Rule #3
Upon greeting in person in a private place, you will be expected to kneel and kiss the top of each of My feet. Then, assume kneeling position until told otherwise.
Upon greeting in person in a public place, you will be expected to kiss the top of one of My hands, or one of My cheeks (Not ass cheeks for those smart-asses). |
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To all submissives and slaves: your dominant will sometimes make rules and/or order you to do things that don't quite make sense to you. It doesn't matter if it makes sense or not, because if you trust them, you should obey. If you balk and do not obey...it shows mistrust. If you do not trust, then you have no business being in a relationship with that dominant because you will only disappoint them. |
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To My future slave-boy:
Rule #2: you will not use the word "sorry". It is no longer in your vocabulary. What you should say is "apologies Mistress" instead. |
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To My future slave-boy:
Rule #1: you must text "good morning Mistress" when you wake, and you must text "goodnight Mistress" before bed. If W/we are in mid-conversation before your bedtime, I expect you to ask permission to end the conversation in order to go to sleep. If you cannot follow rule #1 to a T, then I have no use for you. This is My most simple rule, and expect it on a daily basis while in training and especially after being collared. Neglecting to complete this exceedingly simple task after being collared, one will find himself uncollared.
This will follow into realtime as well. When I wake, I expect to be greeted with "Good morning Mistress", and "goodnight Mistress" when W/we lay down to sleep. |
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To My future slave-boy: No one likes excuses. My slave-boy, when he has failed Me, will only say "It won't happen again." And then it never will. Simple as that. |
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To all shitheads: I'm not here for a weak ass piece of shit that needs his ego stroked. I'm here looking for a slave that is looking for a strong dominant woman to serve. Who knows this isn't about him and his hurt little girly feelings. Better buck up buttercup and figure out what the fuck you want and pursue it with everything that youve got, because that's the only way you're ever going to get it. It's called tenacity. Most people don't have it, but I sure as hell do, and expect you (My future slave-boy) to have it as well.
Think: Fight Club. When the men stood outside the house and were verbally and physically abused for several days before they were allowed inside.
Only those with strong resolve need apply, because I have no interest in a cry-baby bitch who likes to argue over opinions. Guess what honey-bun? My opinion is the only one that matters. ;) |
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"A slave's thoughts, wants, desires...are all irrelevant. he should be selfless in all things. Any untoward thoughts about the Mistress that owns you...is a sin against Her. one should worship and devoutly at that for she is your religion. you live for Her. you live to serve Her, for you are the one who chose Her." My voice is slow and controlled as I circle My kneeling slave. his legs are parted with his limp cock on display for My eyes to devour. This sight pleases Me.
"This slave before Me, chose to be Mine. Surrendered all that he was to Me. Entrusted his very life to Me. he did not do so on a whim. he studied Me, and found the one whom he HAD to worship. he would never defy Me, else he would suffer so deliciously for Me in order to return to My divine and good graces, that even the thought of defiance would sicken him. Isn't that right, slave?"
The emphasis on property's title causes his dick to twitch, which in turn causes Me to smirk.
"Yes, Mistress."
SMACK!
"Why was there hesitation?"
Suddenly, I'm on him, grabbing him by his neck and pushing him back until his head hits the floor. My fingers and thumb pinch his cheeks together to distort his lips in an ugly pursed look.
"Did My property try to attempt a thought?" My face is very close to his now, enough to feel my breath wash over his face, and My lips ghosting over his cheek.
his lips quivered. "Let's get one thing straight, slave, you will not hesitate when asked a question. you will answer earnestly, and without thought because property can't think for itself. That's why one surrenders everything to another. Don't they?"
he nods slightly because he cannot open his mouth with the grip I have on his face.
I obverve him, scrutinizing his facial features.
"you are Mine to use. Mine to punish. And even Mine to love." |
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To My future slave-boy: Should you be collared by Me and feel the need to act defiant and not obey, I will take a step back. I will continue to step backward until you are no longer in My life. Because you are collared there should be no defiance, only sweet surrender. An act of defiance clearly means that you no longer wish to be Mine. I know My worth, and for one to shun Me so, would never be deserving of everything that I am. |
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To My future slave-boy: As a slave, you will be property. Property is only as good as it functions. If it ceases to function properly despite correction, it is no longer of use and will be discarded. It is very simple. Just like a car or any product, if it functions as it should, it will be kept. If it does not do what the label says it should, it gets trashed.
it will also be micromanaged. I will know what it is doing and where it is at all times. This is required of My property. |
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Things to read:
https://www.google.com/amp/s/thekinkyworldofvile.wordpress.com/2013/12/25/the-difference-between-a-master-and-a-dominant/amp/
http://dennisnajee.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-slave.html?m=1 |
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If you still feel the need to do things despite knowing it will displease your Master/Mistress just to make your life easier, or because you feel like doing what you want...you're not a slave. slaves may mess up on accident, but should never consciously do something despite knowing it will displease, doing so is playing a dangerous game.
one should think of their owner above any want or comfort of their own, and happily sacrifice it for the sake of their owner. |
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I read bdsm books and came across something that isn't readily available for some reason or another. I often times come across submissive males that are really not submissive, but think that they are. Usually they want to do kinky things, but only what they want to do and nothing else, and when the scene is over they want everything back to normal.
That is more along the lines of a masochistic dominant. I'm sure you're thinking, how can that be? But ones who only submit to what they want, are not submissive in my opinion.
On the other side of the coin there are sadistic submissives. They follow the cues of the masochist dominant and give them exactly what they want, whether it's spanking them, cbt, face sitting, bondage, etc etc. Of course all these things are discussed beforehand and to anyone onlooking it may seem that the sub is clearly the one receiving the pain/attention, but that is not so.
The book goes on to explain that there are so many more roles than just "Dom/sub". There's top/bottom among many more. Not going to get all into the details, but I will say that I am a sadistic dominant, and I seek a masochist submissive.
I will be in control of everything. If you try to take control of any situation, I may let you, and later go in depth with you over how you fucked up. Or I will jump your ass right then and there. But you cannot be allowed any control. The relationship will suffer and over time disintegrate because I will resent you. That's just how I work. Put me first and you will have no problems because I will take care of your needs. If you have any doubts that your needs will not be met, you are not for me. If you think you need more than I give you, you are not for me. Because those are both selfish thoughts, and I should be first priority.
This will all be within your limits, as limits and safewords will be discussed beforehand. The actual scenes I plan will never be discussed with you. The things I plan may be discussed, but never in a way that you should ever expect certain things to happen. you should expect the worst and hope for the best.
Keep all of this in mind before messaging me, boys. |
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"I wanna slap his hideous beautiful face!" -Louise |
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My future slave-boy will not have children.
he should also be as obsessed with Me as I am with him.
Crazy obsessive kinky love. |
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I will not bend My expectations to accomodate you. I will not overlook certain character flaws, or make any exceptions for anyone. I am not here to serve anyone's needs to be dominated. Anyone who thinks otherwise is obviously ignorant.
There are one of two options: either present yourself as a potential play partner (you will never touch Me in any way. I will solely use you to please My sadistic side.), or a potential sub that will be trained to be My slave. |
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To My future slave-boy: I aim to own your mind, body, heart, and soul. I long for you to be by My side at every moment, so I may use you as I see fit. For example, I would order you to stick out your tongue. I would lean forward and lick it to feel the texture of your tongue against Mine. Slowly, I'd suck the tip into my mouth, suck it gently while rubbing Mine against yours. After a few moments, I would pull away and savor the feeling, then go on about what I was doing. Would grab your ass in public. Push you against something just to press My body against yours. Breathe your scent in deep. Mark you with my mouth. Bite even, then act as if nothing even transpired between us. It will be like this a lot. I don't need to have an orgasm to be satisfied. |
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A bit of fantasy: I stroll around your kneeling form, frowning down at you despite your inability to see my face. Eye contact restriction.
I stop before you, one foot between your legs and awfully close to your limp exposed genitals. My crop taps your thigh, but you refrain from moving so much as a muscle, like a good boy. I trail the soft leather up your thigh to your hip before pulling it away from your body and bringing it back down on the top of that thigh with a resounding smack that echos through your ears as pain blooms from the strike.
No movement whatsoever, however I heard the sharp intake of breath you took. My shoe nudges your sack, rubbing it gently with the toe. Your cock stirs and I know you're watching intently as my toe graces the underside before moving away.
"I know what you want." I sing-song with a mocking confidence.
My shoe slips off my stockinged foot quickly and easily, and but a second after that foot pressed your cock into the carpet, almost grinding it into the carpet fibers.
You make a noise deep within your throat, and I smirk.
My hand finds the back of your head and pulls your face flush against my hip. So close you can smell my feminine musk. The desire to inhale such a divine scent from the source almost overwhelms you before you remember your place, staying stockstill against me.
My foot eases its pressure and rubs against the head of your now fully erect cock.
A soft barely audible sigh escapes your parted lips. I toy with you for a moment, fingers threading through your hair as my foot rubs your dick. I hum appreciatively.
I hook a finger under your chin and tilt your head to look up at me, but your eyes are downcast. The pressure from my foot is back, pressing your cock into the carpet.
Your face doesn't betray you, and I smack it soundly. The cheek becomes blotchy after two more slaps.
A slight grimace crosses your features minutely. I lean forward and kiss your forehead, you can feel this love, can't you boy?
Quickly I'm moving. Kicking off my other shoe and throwing down my crop, while pushing your face into the carpet with your ass up. I straddle your back and my hands find your backside. I pull the cheeks apart and view my prize. I salivate, and allow it to overflow and drop down to your clenching greedy hole.
You moan like a wanton whore, which prompts me to snicker at how easy you are. My fingers rub my spit around the ring of your asshole before delving inside. Two sink deep. Fuck, you want this bad. You're already lubed like you should be.
My fingers twist and fuck shallowly while my other hand fondles your balls gingerly.
Suddenly, an idea! I bring my free hand to my mouth and coat two fingers generously. One is added, then soon after the other.
"I bet you feel so full."
You groan as I move my fingers in tandem, then gasp as pull your hole open so I can see inside.
I chuckle darkly, "I can see everything." You stiffen.
Again, I salivate and allow it to drip right into your hole. Once it hits inside you clench hard and close around my fingers. I laugh and retract my hands. Playfully, I slap at your flexing empty man-pussy.
I turn and lean down to whisper in your ear, "You want my cock don't you?"
"Y-yes Ma'am!" You reply quickly, eagerly.
"You can have my cock," I pause, "when you beg like a bitch in heat." |
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Normally I do not like Dommes in porn, but I do enjoy Maitresse Madeline. Most likely because I feel We have a similar domination style. |
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To My future slave-boy: Persistence is key. I won't be convinced you truly want to kneel in front of Me, unless you are persistent. If your confidence in your desire to be Mine should ever falter, then you are not My boy.
I will test you in this aspect, even going so far as to belittle you if not fully berate you. Hold fast, stay true. In order to receive all I have to give, these trials are necessary, and I know you understand that completely. That one must truly suffer in order to receive My love. |
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To My future slave-boy: Despite not knowing who you are just yet, I feel as if I'm getting closer to attaining you. To staring deeply into your eyes as I unleash all pent up desire upon you. It will be pleasureable, and painful, but will be the most intense and addicting feeling you've ever felt. |
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Wait patiently enough, and they will always show their true colors. |
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To My future slave: I long for you most ardently, but refuse to message you. you must come to Me. |
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A little fiction I've written for My future slave-boy to read: (Is not about anyone in particular. May write more, may not.)
“Disrobe, then kneel in front of my recliner.”
Mistress was already striding over to said recliner, to sit and watch her slave from a distance. She wondered idly how the newly acquired slave would react to such a command.
The slave never faltered as he turned to face his Mistress slowly peeling each piece of fabric away, folding it, and placing each piece on top of the last upon the floor next to the front door until nothing remained. He was exposed for his Mistress’ delight, or at least a slave could hope.
The tall slave’s impressive length was proudly erect between muscled thighs and bobbed up and down with each pad of bare feet upon the wooden floor toward his owner. Soon enough, the slave stood in front of his Mistress, and knelt as he had been expected. However, he did not lower his head as he should have.
The expanse of pale creamy skin revealed before his owner’s gaze caused those eyes to wander over every inch, those eyes especially took in the straining veined erection that she now owned. Mistress lifted her eyes that conveyed no emotion to those of her slave, and kicked her right leg out. The slave sat still, not betraying his Mistress as the leg fell to his left shoulder at the ankle, gently.
Immediately understanding what his Mistress wanted, or so he thought, he turned his head with eyes sill trained on his Mistress, to swipe his tongue in one long stroke from the heel to the curve of the arch, to where he knew the bone that connected directly to his Mistress’ right foot’s big toe would be. The slave then turned to face forward once again.
“We’ll have to work on breaking that habit of presumptuous automatic responses you’ve seemed to have acquired, slave.”
He smirked at her, “I only aim to please, Mistress, for you are far more attractive than any other owner I have ever had the privilege of being owned by.”
She chuckled, which wasn’t the response the slave was expecting, and caused his smirk to falter in confusion, though it did not fully diminish.
“Remove my boots.”
The slave complied with less gusto than he had supplied when licking his Mistress’ boot, and shifted, lifting the right foot by the ankle. He then set the tread of the heel of the boot on his bare thigh to work the laces loose enough to pull the same gray boot he had licked from his Mistress’ foot.
Mistress’ left foot pressed into her slave’s right thigh just as the right boot was set beside the recliner. The slave set to work on the laces of that boot until they were loose enough to remove, then upon removal, set that shoe next to its opposite to make the pair complete. Just as the rubber sole touched the pale hardwood of the floor, a socked foot found its way to press into the slave’s face. The rough cotton scratched at the slave’s skin as it rubbed over one cheek, then his Mistress’ big toe straddled the bridge of his nose and that foot pressed down to squish that which was underneath. The slave strained to keep from knocking the offending, and furthest thing from sweet smelling, foot away as he kept still to allow her to do as she pleased.
The socked foot rubbed up and down the slave’s nose before resting on the bridge, “ Have you wiped that disgusting grin off of your face?”
It had not been present for the duration of the humiliation of his Mistress’ foul foot on his face, but in that instant it returned full force, “Of course not, Mistress.”
“It will be amusing once I find what will. Take off my socks.”
The slave’s arms moved to remove the stinky socked foot from his face.
“With your teeth,” she added.
The slave’s arms fell to his sides as she thrust the heel of her right foot in the slave’s face to brush the coarse cotton over slightly parted lips.
Her slave wanted nothing more than to rip the socks to shreds with his teeth, but kindly nipped the fabric at the heel and reared back to slide the cuff over the heel. Cotton sheathed toes were then presented to the slave, which he took between his teeth and stared up at his Mistress, his wide grin still in place. He freed his Mistress’ right foot of the sock with one sharp jerk of his head and let it fall to his lap; the fabric grazed the slave’s pale pink erection, then slid to the floor between his parted thighs.
Mistress lowered her right foot to rest on her slave’s left thigh as she raised her left, the heel jut out to the slave’s mouth just as the other had. The slave pulled back slower this time once his teeth caught the material at the heel; his eyes never left his Mistress’ even if her long foot did obscure some of his vision as the cotton sock was pulled away gently from the ankle. Then, toes were presented just as the other foot had, that was when he open mouth kissed the tip of her big toe, allowing his lips to wrap around the cotton covered crest. Teeth were accompanied by those parted lips as his teeth bit the material, and slowly pulled it from his Mistress’ left foot.
All the while the slave held his scent from within, and pushed the offending sock out of his mouth, that now hung from his lips, with his tongue to allow it to join the first between spread taut thighs.
Mistress’ eyes followed the sock briefly, and let her left leg fall to her slave’s right thigh. It had become quite warm in the thick atmosphere the slave created within her home, she noticed and leaned forward to slip out of her gray leather jacket.
“I remember you.”
She smiled softly while leaning back into the plush leather recliner, “Do you?” Her long lashes fluttered only but a second at the memory of what the slave before her spoke.
“A few months back, you were the only one who would hold my gaze. I was positive then you would take me, but I suppose I had high hopes. Why?”
“Why did I wait?”
“Yes.”
“It was not the appropriate time.”
There were more questions swimming in the slave’s cranium, but he resigned from being more presumptuous than he already had been. The thought of his Mistress having been watching him from afar for whatever length of time made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time, but he dismissed the unbidden emotion and instead gazed up at his long haired Mistress, his grin widening at the thought of what she would have in store for him for later days.
“What are you thinking?”
“This slave was daydreaming of what you will have in store for him in the future, Mistress.”
That statement seemed to please her, for a small smile graced her features. He decided he liked that expression whenever it was permitted to pass over the normally stoic features that seemed abnormal for such a young woman as his Mistress.
As slave watched his Mistress and vice versa, Mistress’ right foot moved. Spreading her big toe from the second to slide the two around the underside of the velvety soft skin of her slave’s erection, she then slowly stroked the appendage that she owned up to the curve of cockhead and down to the base where a thatch of wild curls blossomed around the firm manhood. A soft sound could be faintly heard deep in the back of the slave’s throat, but his face made no indication that he had made any noise at all, and instead was the same as ever with his customary smirk in place.
Ever careful of her well trimmed toe nails, she stroked slowly up and down, drawing out her movements as she felt each rigid inch with the sensitive skin between her toes. The same noise, if only louder, sounded and if she had doubted herself before whether she heard anything or not, she was positive she had heard it even if her slave still made no change of facial expression other than his eyes sliding nearly one forth closed. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed, but she was no ordinary woman, she was very perceptive and paid attention to little details as well as the ones clearly seen by anyone. Therefore, she was sure to notice how her slave kept perfectly skill by the way his muscles were tensed, especially in his shoulders, arms, chest, and thighs in an attempt to please her.
She smirked, “How long has it been since someone has touched you in an intimate manner such as this?”
The slave exhaled slowly to keep his voice from wavering when he answered, “Too long.”
Mistress squeezed her toes around the thick shaft they sandwiched when her slave did not answer as he ought to have.
Lips parted as a soft ‘ah’ escaped the slave, “Years, Mistress. I do not remember it has been so long.”
After receiving such a half-ass answer, she let both of her feet slide away from her slave as she stood in front of him, “Undress me starting with my shirt, then work your way down.”
The slave looked to his Mistress’ crotch that was level with his line of sight before looking up to reply, “Yes, Mistress.” He could clearly smell her feminine scent now that she was so close, and his cock twitched in response. Standing, he was easily taller than his Mistress, but that did not seem to irk her as large hands fingered the hem of her long-sleeve black t-shirt and pulled upward. Accommodating the situation, she raised her arms for the material to be lifted from her body. As soon as the tee cleared her head, the thermal shirt she wore underneath was pulled away to reveal pale smooth skin. He then reached around her, his cock rubbing against her jeans smearing the drop of precum that had formed, to unclasp her bra and pull it from her body to reveal fairly large breasts with small pink nipples.
The slave did not hold back his anticipation when all was left to remove was his Mistress’ faded denim jeans and whatever lie underneath, for his expression truly shone with wonderment at what he was revealing.
Quickly, the slave folded each piece of clothing to lay beside his Mistress’ boots, then kneeled once again to retrieve the strewn socks that had been left on the floor to add to the pile. He rushed to unbutton and unzip her pants fearing his Mistress would grow bored of him if he dallied any longer.
Peeling away the jeans along with the long underwear underneath, felt like opening a long awaited Christmas present that had been denied the slave for years, and only now given to him after he suffered through the hardships of his life previous to catching his owner’s eye. That thought caused the subservient man’s chest to swell with unknown feelings he had never felt before for he had never been in such a situation.
The slave left the jeans to fall around his Mistress’ ankles and her thermals to cling to her thighs as he dove forward, his face burrowing into her moist folds without instruction to do so.
Instantly, Mistress’ hands were submerged in her slave’s thick locks to steady herself just as the audacious slave’s mouth began to suckle at her clit as he stared up at her clearly unapologetic.
Thought eluded her for seconds before she regained composure, and just as she was about to forcefully pry her slave from her aching womanhood by his hair held tightly in her hands, the ever-smirking demon of a man grabbed her ass to pull her open further and began to tongue-fuck her.
With that voracious mouth, her slave greedily ate her out for all he was worth, until she exploded on his tongue and squirted down his throat.
Mistress held herself up by resting her hands on her slave’s head, her mouth partially open as she formed no words, and continued to stare into her slave’s eyes that glimmered with satisfaction despite acting out of turn.
She’d have to break her slave’s nasty habit of acting without permission.
“Take me to my bedroom. Down the hall. Last door to the right.”
The smirking slave was pleased with himself to say the least, and replied ‘yes Mistress’ as he scooped her up into his arms and followed the way he had been instructed.
She smirked as she clung to him, he had no idea what was to befall him.
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To My future slave-boy: you should know that I love roses. |
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To My future slave-boy: you are required to read "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty" trilogy by Anne Rice. |
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To My future slave-boy: Memorize the song 'I'd do anything' from the movie "Oliver!". |
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| Age: 20 |
| Rockford,
Illinois |
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