3/25/2018 10:18:28 PM: Collarspace hates the word 'description.' It refuses to allow me to edit the one oddly spelled word in the profile...I can't even remove it! So, I realize there is a type-o, but like a mole on an otherwise model-perfect face, I am forced to live with this imperfection. Hopefully it enhances the remainder of the profile :-P

1/4/2018 10:24:09 AM: Although I still have not a shred of faith in this site, we push on determined. If you ever find yourself lucky enough to cross the threshold of our home, you will know that it is a privilege you will never regret.

9/18/2017 11:32:01 AM: I write today to lament the state of BDSM. I recall a similar discovery in my teenage years while an avid fan of metal, punk, and hardcore. Looking around me I see now what I saw then. Despite the desire to be outside of the norm, not to conform, and to be free of restraints, what was once an expression of sexual liberation has now become a codified form of sexual fascism. Do as we say, look as we look, and by all means, pick your box that applies to you and damn you should you think that sexual interests or identities are fluid or that strict adherence to definitions is missing the point! Yes, I know, some D/s relationships are very strict, demanding, and set upon rules. Good for those that make that lifestyle choice and make it work for them. But it is a choice! Once we start defining what is and what is not kink and apply a “holier than thou” attitude to our sexual inclinations, are we really any better than the mainstream, prohibitive hypocrites that decry everything “immoral” in the world while simultaneously sodomizing young children and rampantly cheating on their spouses? Sure, a bit of an exaggeration to compare the two, but seriously, consider the point. The guide books, the rules, the “THIS. IS. BDSM!!!” attitude is foolishly misled. Better that you take the time off from sex for a year, really come to learn who “you” are and blossom into the individual you want to be, rules be damned! I’ll end here, but offer two closing thoughts: 1.) for those of you exploring and unsure of yourself, remember that that is OKAY! Many might recall fumbling around nervous for that first bra strap, or down the pants of some lucky boy, and we all go through that and survive. This is a much more complex version of that experience, just be safe and approach it all with an open-mind, you’ll be fine if you do. 2.) For those of you who feel the need to say, “this is ‘x’ and this is not ‘x,’” just don’t even bother messaging us. You’ve overlooked an invaluable lesson of BDSM by applying absolutes to an otherwise fluid and excitingly dynamic sexual experience. Your presence on this website is only an amusement for us, so thanks for the laughs…sigh.

7/20/2017 12:08:08 PM: Boring day at work...so I write, enjoy! I came upon the most unusual sight several days ago, and though, try as I might to avoid the impulse to dwell on the subject, I feel I can only dispel such cravings through written word. As I habitually tend to a leisurely stroll through the wilderness beyond my property in the early evening, I found myself in the thick of a lush and dense expanse of forest whereupon I discovered that I had absentmindedly lost my bearings. The surroundings seemed foreign, in the sense that the deciduous forest and familiar calls of both bird and insect were no longer about me. Instead, to my utter disbelief, I came to realize a gradual change had taken place during my meandering. When I finally began to truly appreciate my surroundings I could discern that from the cool, peaceful woods, I had somehow come to a humid, oppressive jungle, filled with strange sounds, and nearly impassable overgrowth. The horror I felt from such an immense transformation of surroundings ceased my steps, and I stood frozen in wonderment and confusion. That is, until nearby a small rustling could be heard in the low hanging limbs of a tree just ahead of me. The vibrations were far too large for any bird I was aware of, and I feared I may have somehow been brought to the habitat of a fierce and unfriendly beast. Crouching down ever so slowly, my hand searched the earth until I grasped a stone large enough to hurl in defense of myself, should this unknown creature leap out toward me. Remaining crouched and prepared to throw my projectile should the moment arise, I gazed intently at the tree limb that seemed to support the animal I presently feared. As if materializing from the ether, I espied a set of gleaming, feline eyes near the trunk of the great tree, poised it would seem, and set on me. My skin crawled with goosebumps, and a terror held me firmly in my stance now that I knew I was indeed the quarry of a likely carnivorous beast. I summoned all of my will to slowly rise and prepare to hurl my missile, anticipating this beast to lunge toward me at any moment. Suddenly, the *thing* popped its head out from the cover of the boughs. Startled, I immediately let the rock fall from my hand and smiled apishly feeling suddenly quite foolish. Apparently, it seemed a young woman had been playing and climbed herself up the tree, for the head that popped out from the dark cover of leaves was that of a human girl, perhaps twenty years of age. Strange, I thought, that a young lady should be climbing trees; nevertheless I regained my composure at once. “Miss,” I called out inquiringly, “would you be so kind as to tell me where I have wondered off to, and for that matter, why were you climbing trees? It is awfully dangerous, you know.” The young woman cocked her head off to the side, appearing puzzled at my inquiry, and smiled. Had it not been for her long, flowing hair, perhaps I would have taken notice of her peculiarities immediately, however as she began to softly giggle, two furry, feline-like ears revealed themselves on the sides of her head. I gasped, quietly to myself, unsure what to make of this when, unexpectedly the young lady leaped from the tree. I inhaled sharply, expecting the fall to cause injury, yet what I saw was beyond imagination. What I had presumed to be a young lady, I was surely mistaken. Instead, the creature before me, while having the general appearances of a woman, invariably was not of any human descent that I was aware. Nude, though she might have been, her skin shivered with a light coating of fine white fur that reflected its iridescence as she moved through the slices of sunlight that cut through the dense jungle canopy. Behind her, a long, fur-covered tail wagged lazily as she crouched close to the ground where she had landed, only several yards from where I stood. Her movements toward me were cautious and inquisitive, yet smooth and effortless. While her gait was quadrupedal, and her eyes were indeed feline, she seemed not entirely feline in her mannerisms. Without any doubt, this creature was one that fit no classification previously known to man, and I could not help being mystified in her presence. Just as her curiosity had been directed toward me, I felt compelled to know more about this creature, and strangely, I found myself enchanted by her preternatural beauty. Looking upon such a rare and exquisite specimen, I could not help the desire to observe her and risk a chance encounter with this unknown beast. For, in all honesty, her appearance was rather disarming, and as she stalked toward me, I sensed no apparent danger from her, even as she brushed against my right leg and wrapped her tail around my body as she twirled about me. In some ways, her behaviors resembled that of a friendly housecat and, although part of me dispelled that notion, given her relative size, I couldn’t resist wanting to pet her and treat her endearingly as such. As she rounded about me, and grazed her body against my left leg, she sighed a low purr causing me to laugh quietly to myself. I leaned down to scratch behind her ear, which she indulged for a short while. Without warning, she turned toward me and stood abruptly before me. Plainly now I could make out her piercing eyes, the faint whiskers protruding from above her human-shaped lips, and the delicate fur that lined her entire body. She neared closer to me, and I was yet again startled, unaware that she was capable of standing upright. She rested her front paws on my shoulders, which brought to my attention that she had, not paws, but rather hands shaped like that of a human, despite the vicious claws that tipped each finger. The manner in which she gazed at me left me stunned, both in the hypnotic stare of her strange eyes, and in a surreal sense of adoration. She moved closer to me, sniffing slightly as her nose neared mine. Drunken by the sheer otherworldliness of the experience, in a moment of utter recklessness I leaned forward and pecked my lips against hers. As if struck violently, her demeanor immediately changed, she hissed, backed from me and swiped at my cheek with her left hand, causing a superficial, though painful scratch and drawing a bit of blood from my fresh wound. The odd creature leapt from my presence, bounding back into the tree from whence she came. As I stood in awe, with my hand lightly touching my wounded cheek, I noticed that she looked back in my direction. Her eyes narrowed fiendishly, and then slowly returned to their softer shape before disappearing out of my sight. Having experienced such a bizarre encounter, I thought it wise to sit for a moment’s rest and determine my bearings. However, weary from the day and walk I must have been, because not long after seating myself under the large tree from whence the elusive beast had first emerged, I had fallen asleep. Upon waking in confusion, I was shocked by the realization that I was now resting against a familiar tree, and was sitting in the forest that I frequented for my evening walks. Coming to my senses, I determined that it must have been a dream, and hastily made my way back to my home as nightfall was rapidly setting in. As I rinsed off after returning home, I made the shocking discovery which to this day haunts me. For, upon my left cheek, four even, bloodied lines were etched into my skin. From that day forward, I resolved to return to that same tree from which I awoke, yet never again have I been able to return to the distant, unknown jungle wherein I came across that strange creature I serendipitously discovered one peculiar evening.

6/8/2017 2:14:42 PM: What purpose serves one thousand writers without a pen among them? And no forest may live beyond the song bird's cry.