Collarspace.com

Horizontal Line
Vertical Line

Horizontal Line

bbybrneyes

bbybrneyes - photo 1
bbybrneyes - photo 3

Horizontal Line

Friends:
AnimalMasterRolocamsrd5760LORDDRACUPhantom207

Horizontal Line

Vertical Line

I am loved....therefore I love!

I am a treasure... therefore I am cherished!

I am human... therefore I make mistakes!

I am good....therefore I have misbehaved!

I do wrong....therefore Iam punished and taught what is right!

I am lost....therefore I have been found!

I feel pain.....therefore I feel pleasure!

I am strong.....Therefore He makes me stronger!

I have many parts to me....Therefore I can grow!

I am a piece of art....Therefore He will mold me!

I am passionate....Therefore He fuels my flame.

I am emotional....Therefore He wipes my tears, sees my smiles and hear my deep sigh of contentment....

I am His....Therefore I matter and I have a reason to exist!

I live....Therefore He makes mefeel alive....

I am His!!! He is Master!



Red head with lots of passion and fire. In this beautiful life for some time now....Just had to take a break and examine my life and what I want and need. i am what most would call a nympho. i crave sex so much and so badly at times I physically hurt. There is not much i do not like.

Not just anyone gets my attention. You must earn my trust as I know I must earn Yours. Trust is a two-way street that needs to be met in the middle.


I am not a door mat by all means.
I am very hard on myself. I need a Master to be hard on me instead. His guidence is true. He is always right! I have no right to judge myself....for Master is my judge. He is my leader that leads me on the right path. I need that special Someone to warm me up and use my body like a potter uses a piece of clay. Guide me with a strictness but also know when I need gentleness!



I am not into scat, animals, age play, humiliation or degradation, blood No kids please. I DO NOT believe in MOST limits. To me limits are the things we place on ourselves. Limits are the restrictions of fear dislike or simplely do not understand what it is that we place on ourselves.



Wanting some one older than myself and have more than just 5 years experience real life. I have lived this life 24/7 with my 1st Master for 7 years before heaven took Him. It is who I am...what I am. I may have strayed due to feeling lost. I believe a subslave is like a lil lamb. With out a shepard to guide her how can she not get lost. A Master is her guide.



I am real and hope He is too. Some one that is real with passion not just a weekend player....I need and deserve more. I need a Man that knows what He wants and takes it.



Respect is like trust....earned but never just a given!

Love is friendship on fire! To a subsalve her DomMaster is her fire!!




Horizontal Line

4/28/2012 6:38:33 PM

It has been a very long time since I wrote anything and i would like to share what I feel is a huge accomplishment.

It took me so many years to finish a poem that I was working on when my 3rd Master released me. It was an odd reason. He wanted poly and brought His 1st slave back into His life, our lives. She worked very hard at pushing me out. she won, I lost He took her word over mine. I am okay with this all now.
It took a great deal of time to know I needed to shed my past, all my past. Now I know I have done this. I have no regret or bad feelings. It also helped that my 3rd Master came to me and begged me to come back. Going so far to tell me He would release her for me. I am his greatest regret. In that I finished my poem. A Poem i am so very very proud of.

 

 

Title: "When You Released Me"

 

“I release you,” you said to me.
My heart died, flaming into
fiery, bleeding, tortured death.
My blank stare masked my pain.

 

 “I am no longer your Master,” You said.
My pulse stopped and color drained.
My face so white, almost transparent.
I looked past your shoulder and nodded.

 

 “You’re no longer my submissive/slave,” You said.
The words bounced crazily through me.
Blazing hurt threaded my whisper, ”As you wish.”

 

 Your words tore, cut and grounded love
between them, beneath them, below them
like tight clamps around my nipples,
like a cane snap on my bare ass,
like deep endless drugging kisses,
like my tongue caressing your cock, forever focused.

 

 Tears gathered. Disconnected, I
turned away silently into my future,
uncollared for the first time in years.

 

 My soul screamed, enraged in pain!
Why didn’t you have more faith in us?
How could you turn so easily
from greatness what and who we were?

 

There was no answer, no soft words
murmured you to me. How, I cried.

How could you cripple us both so savagely?

 

 Who has ever known you as deeply?
Endlessly, we explored. Sharing
hearts, minds, sexuality.
We talked, we laughed, we dreamed together.
Forever linked, heart to heart, we said.
All so intense… and now, discarded.
Oh my Master, how badly you
failed us both when you released me!

 


12/12/2011 3:30:44 PM

His hands

Oh, how I delight in the thought of being the best I can be in service to Another …..


I  seek my “One who makes my heart beat faster and makes me yern for His touch” He is whom I choose to give my servitude to..…


The honour of serving, pleasing and obeying fully is my desire and delight that shines …

 On my knees I am my best … His strength towering over me making me feel my place ….


Whether feeling the soft touch of His loving hand, or His harshness when being disciplined or  administering the pain or pleasure He gives …

 

 A Master’s hands will  be the most sacred to me … for His hands love me, Hold me, teach me, bind me, and protect me … In His hands I am free sealed with a collar and a kiss!

 

 

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I wrote this many years ago for One I loved that I could not be with and  He with me. Things happen for a reason. Not sure what that reason is or was. It is what it is. I do feel this poem speaks loudly and wish to share.  

 

Not Owned

How can I tell You how I feel; when I look to You; but I am not owned?


At Your mercy as I wait quietly with patients, and adore You; but I am not owned?


My body, heart and soul sink deeply into full submission, as my hunger grows and my body opens as it aches, and I sink to my knees waiting for You to command me, but I am not owned?


How can I show You what it means to be allowed to worship Your body and cock; Making it the center of my universe, longing for Your touch, when I am not owned?

How can I tell You I can’t get enough of Your pain and Your pleasure You bestow on me when I am not owned?


How can I tell You how I need to be wrapped in your presence, knwoing You are near, when I am not owned?

Master, in Your strength  and guidence I can do and be Your everything, if only I was owned!

 


12/3/2011 7:30:29 PM

"He is Master she is slave.

His to have, His to hold, His to hurt to pleasure to mold.

His to comand and her to Obey and love Him every single day.

His to guide and punish when she has done wrong.

 His to love through the good and bad, the happy or sad.

His to make cry. Her tears He will eventually dry.

His woman that is slave to just Him. All of her He owns.

She took a vow that collars her neck and heart, Bound to Him from the very start.

In the end she will say, "Yes Master, Thank You, I obey!" In that He protects her and keeps her safe....

He is Master she is slave!


12/1/2011 5:39:25 PM

Words I wrote that come from my heart and soul and how I believe what this lifestyle stand for. Words that I would express to the One that would have me, love me, take me, use me, and protect me.   

  

My Girlfriend Used these words to express herself to her Master after He placed His collar and locked it in place Last Sat. Night.  Now that I shared them with her I'd like to share them with Aall.

 

 "In plain there is pleasure...

 In sadness there is Joy....

 In tears there is heart that is beautiful...  

 In harshness there is softness...

 In punishment there is guidence....

 In hope there is love...

 In love there is a slave to surrender all she is and that she was....

 

To You Master I surrender and give my heart, mind, body and soul You own me in that I am free"

 

Brie is a very lucky woman and I hope I can that someday as well. For time moves moment by moment. In that time allows possibities to gow ;)

Never stop believing!


11/18/2011 4:37:35 PM

       I was asked by another sub/slave this....

"Why is a sub/slave so relaxed after a session? I know she gets lost in The one she is with and enters what most refere to sub-space. I am wondering if it is also the connection she feels with the Dom she is with?"

     I believe that the Dom she is with shows how Powerful He in from the inside out. He becomes Her line of relaxation. He allows her to be at peace for she is serving Him. She she gives Him all she can...Her mind and body. One day if lucky enough she will be able to give Him her heart and soul. Almost in that moment they become On single unit. Ladies I also have to say...for me...when I see my marks, however mild or extreme they be, relax me. Reminds me that for a moment I was His.......

        Now if we all could take that and make it a perminate situation with all we desire would be heaven. Please rememeber that it does not happen over night. Nothing wrong in taking the time to get to know Him as He does You. That 1st meeting will speak volumes.....but listen closely...it may speak in a low whisper.

           So take Your time. Learn, live, feel. Always trust You heart and gut!

 

Hope this helps! We were all new or unsure at one time or another :)


11/14/2011 7:40:49 PM

I was reminded today of a quote a wise woman once told me. She is of this life.....With her Master still today....serving Him for 28 years now. So it goes to show this life is beautiful and full of hope, heart, love and soul. It is proof that this life can last when two people Communicate, trust and yes love. No One out there will ever convince me that this life has no room for love....He who says that is a fool and does not know the true beauty that goes into it all....

 

So kids of all ages. The quote of the day is:

 

 

A quote A wise woman once told me...

"For a woman to serve God she must love God. Man is made from God and she from Man. There fore to love Man is to serve God!"


11/13/2011 6:02:06 PM

    Sometimes a moment comes along that You must grab. It is not just any moment. It's one of those that could wait. Except every fiber of her body and body keeps naggingher. The wanting, the inner nagging gave in.  

 

She grabs that moment and in doing so it made her sing and smile. It gave her unanswered questions and desires answers.....Now she understands even more about herself. She has been expanded in the knowing and sees what, how and why some things she did not understand could be craved so much. Her eyes were open. In that a new light shines!

I thank Him very much for opening my eyes and challanging me. Now what was scarey isnt anymore.  Thank You!  For I am now 100% sure that this old girl (winks) can learn new things and like them ALOT....

Like I say and always will....Limits are what we place on ourselves. They are the fears of not knowing and the dislikes we place on ourselves.....Does not mean they become a Can not....for the Word NOT will one day be taken away one day...By Whom she does not know....No Oone of Uus have a crystal ball to peer into and see the future....All she des knows she can smile more and be conesnt in what was given and shown....A moment here, grabbed and well worth the time taken!!!!!

 

So to Eeveryone out there....if you have a moment that is nagging you and will not let the mind and body go....think twice and grab it! Yyou way never know when it will come again!


11/5/2011 2:31:52 PM

Words from my heart:

 I revisited myself in my heart, mind, body and soul. I believe as a true submissive/slave I must touch all. None can truly be set aside if one wants to be true the thy self.

   I have done many things. I am one that does not believe in limits. To me limits is a nice way of saying what we do not like and/or what we fear.  

      My fears ate suffocation, but I liked to be slightly choked. Just not to the point of losing conscience ness. I fear knives and fire. Yes I would try with the right Master. The Master I would love and He love me I would gladly be branded. I would go that far to show my love, loyalty and devotion to Him. In that sense my said Master would have a "slave."    that being, many have asked if I am sub or slave. I simply answer as I feel is true. To most I am submissive. To my One I am His slave to have, use and command as He sees fit. Even if that means "loaning me out" That for me is a dislike. I don't want another man to share my service without my Master being there.  I Also do not see myself as bisexual, But for One that I am comfortable with I would be with a woman. Nothing like having Him behind me, taking me watching as a lick another woman's clit. (just saying ). I also dislike scat/brown showers. Never understood that at all. I fear needles.  So with that in mind the one thing I never got to experience is fisting. To me fisting is rawest and more truest forms of submission. My body clearly no longer my own in that moment. Placing ever inch of trust in One person to push and spread me wide. My son was born by  c-section. So I can imagine I am very tight. That thought wows me. I want that one day so so badly. I wish to have that one day.  
      My fantasy:
 

My One and I are at a lake. Enjoying what the outdoors has to offer. A beautiful sunrise or sunset. A fire crackling. Before the night would bestow it wonder my One I am with tells me I need to cut a 2 switches. One sturdy but long and thin. That one just right to use on my clit and openings. The larger one a little thicker to use on my ass,  my tits and where ever else He would deem fit. Telling me the reason He made me cut them was to understand that all of me is for His use. So by cutting my own switches and making sure there are if His liking makes me more aware on all levels that He will take and use me and beat me for His wants and His needs. Any pleasure I am to feel is a reward for serving Him. Giving away my control and allowing another to take me I trust that He may hurt but He will never harm me. He will take me to the edge and dangle me but He will never drop me or allow me to hit bottom alone. I will feel vulnerable in cutting them for Him cause I am to know or hope to know what will please Him. I will be His to hurt and pleasure. 
     Tying me over a log...pinning my hands and legs with rope around each limp that he ties and binds her with tent stakes. Legs wide exposing her for him too see. Feeling vulnerable that he sees her imperfections. Forgetting that her imperfections matter little. Her willingness to please and submit fully is all that matters to him. That makes her beautiful. . Her heart, mind body and soul are His!  Then I will become His piece of art. Marking me. Using me in away no nilla woman or man could never understand.          
       He can bring me to tears and in that my tears please Him that I am allowed to cum. I am allowed to feel His hard erection. He uses those two switches and asks me ever so softly "how many holes does this girl have for him to use?" she replies "3 Sir. I have my mouth, my cunt, my ass Sir?' 
With nipple clamps in place he begins.  He whips her with the switch a little harder this time and asks her again. "How many holes does this girl have for him to use?"
   The pain cuts through her and mingles with the pleasure. A pain slut she is. He Whips her flesh her again. This time so hard she can swears she can feel the welts forming.
    My hot tears overwhelming. I answered as He asked. With a shakey voice I begin to speak. Feeling His hot breath on her ear He says. "I know you know the right answer"
     She thinks harder and then feels another crack. This time on her clit. It burns and stings. Then she feel his fingers enter her slightly. He brings them to her to taste. He asks again "How many?"
    She moans and tastes her juices she then answers, "I have none Sir"   
 He sighs. Kisses her lips. " why is that lil one?"
     "Because in this moment my body is not mine but yours Sir.  Yours to take and use as you deem fit Sir. In that Sir all else follows. My holes are yours just as my thoughts, my tears, my moans and screams are Sir."
     He allows her to see his smile. Kissing her again he losens her a bit. Bringing her to sit up  he wraps his fists in her hair and pulls her to his hard cock. Fucking her hot mouth like a second cunt. Making her take it all and holding her there. He feels her gag and tells her not to move from his cock. She obeys and catches he breath through her nose. He lets her go slightly and moves himself in and out of her mouth. She knowing that if he teeth scrape his cock she will not get his protien she so desires. Instead He will stop touching her until He is ready for her to prove that she is worthy for his gift. He pulls from her mouth. His cock moistened. He shoves his cock into her hot tight cunt. fucking her til she feels like she is gonna lose control. I beg to cum. He says no...then pulls from her cut and moves to her mouth again. She takes it deep He holds her on his shaft.  Releases her. He moves behind her again and places his fingers in her. 1st one, then two and then all 4....pushing and coaxing. He can not fist her yet but he can stretch her wide with his hand. his thumb on her clit. He pushes his cock in her ass. She cries out. The pain intense at 1st. Moving his cock in and out of her harder and faster. His fingers stil in her. Thumb rubbing her clit. He lowers his head and bites her hard. Leaving an imprint. He shouts for to cum with him. She does as commanded. Her whole body shakes with delight.
 A wonderful relaxing feeling covers her. He  He allows her to cum again. Then He unties all her binds....stands in front of her. He asks "what does a girl say?"
    she replies, "thank You Sir/Daddy and Master" she takes His cock in her mouth to clean it. Kissing the head of it and saying again..."thank You Sir for using this girl.....thank You".
      He rubs her welts, bruises and marks. Kisses her softly and allows her to lay her head in his lap and relax. 
    He whispers. "these switches I am having you keep so you always remember your place!" in that he holds her kisses her passionately.  They fall asleep.

 

 


10/29/2011 9:49:42 PM

Is it so hard to believe that This life is about love?  That it is not just harshness. It is not about being cruel and abusive. Instead it is the mind and body and  soul. 

You see the soul is complicated. Most times it is lost. It is weak. It is fearful of the unknown. It is scared of being judged by society. Love and the soul is connected. He helps the soul fly by pushing her to edge. Holding her there then realing her in His strong arms again. His touch is what she craves most. He is her life. Not in the way most think. She could live with out Him if she had to. Why would she? He in His comanding role that brings her structure brings her security. His guidence allows her freedom on so many level. She may be His sub/slave. In that she knows that she is His greatest treasure he Owns. He cares for it. He nurtures it. He brings her dark world light. He is her lighthouse in a raging ocean storm. He is her rock and soft place to land. She knows He WILL HURT HER but never will He cause HARM. To harm her brings no value to Him. With out value why have her at all. After each use he gives her great care. 

 She is His pride, His happiness His lil girl and His slut. She is anything He wishes her to be. For serving Him brings her joy. Makes her life complete. It is not always sexual service. She serves Him all ways he needs. In that He gives her Love and He wraps her in His life. They share all. She never keeps anything from Him. He will hear her fears, what makes her smile, cry, laugh....She never hides anything from Him. He owns her thoughts and emotions. She knows if she does not communicate He can not guide and treat her the way she needs to be. 

She is OWNED. Bound gladly to Him. His Marks are her honor to carry and wear with great pride. He is life and love...He is the Artist that molds her. He is Passion and most of all He is FREEDOM! In His binds she is who she was always ment to be!!!!  


10/16/2011 12:48:08 PM
CAPTURED
She loved the way he carried Himself. The way He held his head high. The way He talked  with his hands or look at her with his eyes.
He came to her but a moment with a single conversation she was hanging onto His every word. Not wanting Him to stop speaking.
The days gone by they talked and talked and slowly began to know one  another she knew she was hooked. For she could never get Him out of her mind. Her thoughts brought her to Him.
She came to Him with intention of self giving of a rare and beautiful gift. She kneeled before Him and allowed Him to see all that she offered. She bowed her head low to show that she surrenders. Then with a smallest od up her chin. Look deep in her eyes. She opens her mouth to speak. With these words He knew she was His to Keep.
"Your captured my mind, my body followed, my heart grew and now my soul flies free."
He smiled and knew those words she spoke would forever be etched on His heart. He knew now nothing would tear then apart. She is His teasure and He is her key that unlocks the passion that lies beneath.
Years gone by. Memories made. He is old and fraile and knows this is His dieing day. He calls to her and she comes to His side. She kneels beside Him with tears in her eyes. He wipes them away from her wrinkled face. Looks at her, His saving grace. "My love" He says "will live on in you. Never fear I will be with you again. For you are the lady that captured My mind, My body followed, My heart grew and our souls together flew"
On her old and worn out knees He showed Him what was His. He took His last breath as she kissed His lips.
My love, my Master i will be along soon to once again serve and care for You. With that moment she stood with her streangth she carried on till the day she would once again be where she belonged.
The end

Vertical Line

Horizontal Line
Horizontal Line
GothicXnana