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If you come to me it is because you want to sink lower, to accept. It is because your need overwhelms you and you have no one to share it with - your need to be used, to be filled, to be trashed. When you come to me with this expect only that I will want you to do worse things to yourself, expect that I will watch your whimpering self-debasement with amused interest - expect only that it will excite and provoke me and urge you to slide further into the murky depths of your masochistic depravity.

I embody your deepest most shameful needs - I bring them to life and make them real - I make you face them. I know you are strong enough to follow this thing through to its only logical conclusion.

You are coming to realize that you cannot live as a normal person, that you have needs only a brutal sadist like me can fulfill. Something in you needs to give itself, to suffer and you will suffer - you will pay - you will hurt - I guarantee it. Because you are nothing to me, cunt. Even when you give me everything I want - and you will give me absolutely and indisputably everything - you will still be nothing to me. Less than human. Dirt. Scum. All you are and ever will be is meat for my whips and knives and a hole for my cock.

Can you walk the walk? Tell me. Think you can handle going the distance for your Lord and Master? Ask yourself when you're alone with your thoughts - when you are naked in front of the mirror - when your body thirsts for me and hungers for the violence I can wreak upon it.

There is a slut inside you. A slut that needs to be viciously punished. Let her out. Don't keep her locked up and out of sight. Show her to me. Give her to me. I know what to do with her.

Self-esteem is an illusion for you. It is a front you show the world. You know that and I know it. You have no self-esteem. You are a broken toy. A useless thing. You are female and as such you are already prone to defeat, submission and pain.

I'm going to peel every layer away until you are mine, pig. I want you to let go of all will and all control - complete submission is a sweet thing, bitch. Totalsubservience. You know it is what you crave. No more decisions. No more conflict. OBEDIENCE. ACCEPTANCE. It is your lot in life, cunt. You can't fight it. You are my whore. My cunt. My slut. Your blood, your body, your cunt, your soul - they are all mine to play with, to fuck with, to do as I please. I am the ruler of your universe. I am the voice in your head. You WILL surrender to me.

Am I so cruel that I can think of you there in your world at night, you wide awake and wondering what it would be like to be suffering under me, to be satisfying my destructive lusts? Yes. I am that cruel.

So what is the extent of my cruelty? Do you want to find out?

Give me everything that is yours to give. And, remember, if you want more of what I have to offer, you don't have to feel shy about calling on me. I'm here for you. Always and forever.

Now come to me. Write to me. Tell me how much you want me and need me and worship me, you stupid stinking dirtbag whore.

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7/12/2009 9:19:09 AM
From time to time, some busy bodied twat gets it in her head that I give a shit about her opinion. So she fires off a message telling me that I'm wrong in some way, as if she expects me to go: "Oh my God! You are soooo right. I'll change immediately, thank you!" Unfortunately for her, she never gets that message. Instead the exchange almost inevitably goes something like this;

Mouthy Twat: "You are misogynistic/sick/evil/etc"
Me: "Why do you say that?"
Mouthy Twat: "Because you say x, y, and z in your profile"
Me: "You have misinterpreted x, y, and z. The correct interpretation is a, b, and c"
Mouthy Twat: "Rude reply" and block

Now I like a good argument/discussion more than most, however this is just intellectual blueballing and is arguing at the maturity level of calling someone a "big mean poopyhead" then running off. If this is your girl, she needs to be provided some education in the finer points of debate. If this is you, go ahead. You'll at least be a brief moment of entertainment.

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PrincessTravels
 
 Age: 34
 Windsor, Canada