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I am seeking a young full-time live-in female slave for a long-term relationship. You should read my Owners Manifesto, below. If that speaks to you, Id like to hear from you. If it does not, we have both saved ourselves time.
I want to be very clear that I believe in CNC -- consensual non-consent -- and I am into total power exchange, not power struggle. As my slave, you will derive your pleasure from serving mine.
I have more than three decades of experience in D and s and have owned slaves before. This is not a fantasy or novelty to me, and not about play. A relationship such as I envisage demands mutual trust, honesty, and communication. You would need to expect and commit to nothing less.
I am not into protracted long-distance relationships, only flesh-to-flesh. If we decide we are suited to one another after our initial exploration, at some point I will expect you to relocate to me.
If you feel that this is what you are seeking I hope to hear from you.
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My Owners Manifesto -
Things I believe and practice
This is not about play. This is about life.
A female has three holes. Yours will be available to me at all times and however I choose to make use of them. My phallus will be the center of your universe and you will be devoted to it.
As my property, I will share you as I deem and you will welcome being shared out of respect for me.
As a slave, you will have no need of clothing, except as I may determine. Your nakedness will be total and you will wear the marks I put on you with pride.
I will beat you and inflict pain on you because it gives me pleasure to do so. And I will caress you and hold you close because that gives me pleasure, too. You will obtain your pleasure through serving mine.
I will deposit my seed in you and, at my sole discretion, may permit others to deposit their seed in you. Any offspring you bring forth will belong to me and will be raised according to my wishes.
Your mind is important to me, your body is more important, your obedience and service are most important. Accept that order and do not think you can change it.
I will be your master and owner, and you will be my slave and property. You can love me or not, as you might, and I will love you or not, as I might. You will belong to me and serve me, whether in love, or not.
I speak only for myself. If what I say does not speak to you, I am not the suitable master and owner for you.
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Someone recently brought one of my journal entries to my attention, which caused me to take a new look at all of them.
The newest entry is six years old, many of the others even older, and my thinking and search both have evolved over that time. The latest journal entry, as was correctly pointed out to me, makes it look like I am into poly, which I'm not. Poly as it's often practiced is way too complicated for me and, for various reasons, doesn't frequently work out. So that is not what I am seeking or proposing.
My current profile expresses precisely my current search, who I am, whom I seek, what I offer, and what I expect. It supersedes any earlier thoughts or searches.
To be perfectly clear, I am a sharer. I enjoy sharing my slaves and playmates with others, male and female. It's in my nature, and also to me enhances the D/s dynamic, allowing me to express my dominance and power over the subject and the subject to express her submission and surrender of power to me. And it's fucking hot for both of us.
Some people don't understand the sharing dynamic, or just aren't into it. Fair enough. Each to their own. But it's part of me and the dynamic I expect my slave to accept. It is not, however, a poly dynamic, and I want to be explicit on that. I may or may not have strong feelings for my slave -- the former is much more likely, in truth -- and I might even hold dominion over more than one slave. But the M/s dynamic takes precedence over all that, and that in itself distinguishes what I envisage from a poly relationship.
As for my earlier rants, well, I was at a bitter and angry phase in my life. Not all-consuming by any means, but enough to leach over into some of those posts. We all move on, and so have I. You can read them out of idle curiosity if you wish, you might even agree with some of what I say in them, but please don't take the crotchety tone to be indicative of me or my demeanor today.
And hey, now I have a new journal entry! |
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Clarification: Not so much interested in joining a poly household as in possibly forming a poly, multi-slave or slave/switch household. CM does not offer this option on its search list but I want to make that clear. Read my profile.
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Also MasterFrank on FL and MasterF4U on A*t. Come visit.
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Maybe I should do a late-night TV infomercial. Only problem is I can't include a second one of me for free if you call and order in the next 10 minutes (just pay separate shipping & handling...)
Oh, well, not such a good idea after all.
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Back hanging around here again hoping to find that special person who will come to be with and serve me. Real people seem increasingly rare as the site is ever more over run by scammers and pretenders.
I re-read some of my earlier journal entries and while, for now at least, I'll leave them up, I admit they make me sound crotchety and a bit bitter. I'm really not, at all, though at the time of my initial entry I was hurt and being reactionary over the unfortunate loss of a special slave. But I still do wonder why some people present themselves as they do and then don't even bother to show the courtesy of responding, however briefly, to a serious message drafted specifically to them.
I do read profiles and if I write to someone, never just a few words that say nothing, there must have been something compelling in their profile to cause me to reach out to them.
I guess communication and respect are little valued these days, and that is truly sad. Whatever, I just will dial up my skepticism while maintaining my optimism, and if someone really is interested in who I am and what I offer somehow we will find one another. I know I, at least, am real and as represented.
Hope to hear from people interested in possibly serving a serious, real, honest, kinky, sadistic dominant who also is intelligent, creative, caring, multifaceted. No cost, no obligation, to explore our common interests!
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If you are a devotee of extreme sex, you might enjoy my new blog at http://exxxtremesex.thumblogger.com .
Lots of free vids and images available and my hopefully helpful, if sallacious, commentary. Not for the prissy or faint of heart.
This is not just a commercial posting and my profile and self-description is most real, as is who/what I am looking for. Thank you.
Note: I have not been keeping up on maintaining this blog. One of these days I will . . . just not a priority right now.
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Well, apparently I have been theoretically divorced since March 3 (it's now March 21) and no one bothered to tell me. Isn't that an interesting state of affairs. Que sera, sera. |
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Here is a little seasonal product of my perverted mind . . . as if that was not already well enough known . . .
Enjoy!
Santa's a Pimp: An Uncensored Christmas Carol
(sung to the tune of "Jingle Bells" . . . more or less)
-- By MasterF4U
© Copyright 2008, MasterF4U. All rights reserved.
Santa's a pimp
And a jolly ol' pimp he is
Ho-ho-ho
Santa's three hot 'hos
Down on North Pole Avenue
That fat old man, who knew?
His workshop days are through
Reindeer feed has shot way up
And all those fuckers do is shtup
Overflight fees, vet bills, too
Mrs. Claus over the hill
What's a jolly old guy to do?
Santa's a pimp
And a jolly ol' pimp he is
Ho-ho-ho
Santa's three hot 'hos
Down on North Pole Avenue
Old guy in red, who knew?
Elves' Union made him blue
No bailout for him, credit is tight
Toy prices outta sight
Lead paint and now lawsuits, too
Kids don't even give a hoot
What's a jolly old guy to do?
Santa's a pimp
And a jolly ol' pimp he is
Ho-ho-ho
Santa's three hot 'hos
Down on North Pole Avenue
Happy old dude, who knew?
He's got his own girl crewe
On Donna! On Connie! On Vixen!
Homies, they're all fixin'
Kids in the hood sassin', too
Santa's girls go'on whoop yo' ass
What's a jolly old guy to do?
Santa's a pimp
And a jolly ol' pimp he is
Ho-ho-ho
Santa's three hot 'hos
Down on North Pole Avenue
Horny old guy, who knew?
He's got a brand-new 'do
Better not pout, better not shout
Santa's woodie sure is stout
Got girls sittin' on his lap, too
All strokin' his hard tap
What's a jolly old guy to do?
Santa's a pimp
And a jolly ol' pimp he is
Ho-ho-ho
Santa's three hot 'hos
Down on North Pole Avenue
Hot damn old guy, who knew?
An old pedo, it's true
Feelin' up good li'l girls and boys
Then givin' 'em Chinese toys
Now Santa gets 'round-the-world, too
Leaves his girls wearin' pearls
What's a jolly old guy to do?
Santa's a pimp
And a jolly ol' pimp he is
Ho-ho-ho
Santa's three hot 'hos
Down on North Pole Avenue
Old stud in furs, who knew?
Got an Escalade all new
No more sleigh, no more shitty deer
Now it's just Jager and beer
His girls tested for STDs, too
Santa sure ain't no sleaze
What's a jolly old guy to do?
Santa's a pimp
And a jolly ol' pimp he is
Ho-ho-ho
Santa's three hot 'hos
Down on North Pole Avenue
Santa's a pimp
And a jolly ol' pimp he is
Ho-ho-ho
Santa's three hot 'hos
Down on North Pole Avenue
Santa's a pimp
And a jolly ol' pimp he is
Ho-ho-ho
Santa's three hot 'hos
Down on North Pole Avene
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Time to make a comment here.
I have been on CollarMe for about a month now, and in that brief time I have read more drivel – ranging from the merely sophomoric to the truly moronic – than in the prior 18 years that I have been involved with domination and submission.
For instance: Repeatedly one gets battered about the head and ears with directives to show "respect" to someone's dom/master/domme (sic)/mistress/relationship/preferences/dog/whatever. One hears the word respect around this site more than at a Cosa Nostra sit-down.
Let's get something straight. If you want to show your snivel-nosed little pretend dom/master/domme (sic)/mistress/whatever respect, that is your business. It is between you and him/her/it. I have no obligation to show anyone respect who has not earned that honor from me. And I will send messages, or not send messages, to anyone I feel like and it is not up to you or him/her/it to tell me whom I can or can't contact. If you choose not to answer, that is your prerogative, just as it is my prerogative to write you, if I so choose. You put yourself out in public you might get unwanted messages. Get over it and grow up.
"Doormat" is another word bandied about here with great abandon. "I am not a doormat," one reads over and over (and over and over). Sometimes I feel like I am in the garden section at Wal-Mart or Home Depot. Can't you be just a tad original in how you describe your self-image, or antithesis thereto? What about using words like self-respect, pride, inner strength, self-direction, will, autonomy? I know, they are big words and a few are hard to spell (spelling being an entirely other subject beyond the scope of this commentary). And maybe you will stand out above the crowd and we all know what happens to those who stand out, don't we? It just ain't pretty.
"I am just looking for friends." Another thing one reads over and over around here. Okay, fair enough. But what is your concept of friendship? Does on-line friendship have all the dimensions and richness of on-line domination which, to someone with real experience of domination and submission, is an oxymoron? Is there a reason why you can't find friends in your real life outside of cyberspace? And is your life so empty that you have nothing else to do but spend endless hours on-line chatting in part-sentences expressing half-thoughts?
Which leads me to another of my favorites: "Don't just send me a one- or two-line message or I am not likely to answer." So one sends a long, personal message, rich with nuance and color and innermost thoughts. And one gets back a one- or two-line reply that says nothing. If one is lucky, that is. And probably never a follow-up. Thanks for the thoughts.
But these are not even the most egregious things one sees and experiences around here. The ones that really get me are the statements of the "taken" ones (status announced in large type in peculiar colors), some of which border on the frightening, that are truly self-nullifying. You are nothing without your master/mistress? You are owned fuckmeat (that might be okay, depending on whether you are really as good a piece of fuckmeat as you claim to be, but I tend to doubt it)? You permit someone else to monitor your correspondence? You are not allowed to communicate with any other dominants (which you are just as likely to call "dominates", ugh) than your One True One (oh, and of course we are supposed to show him/her/it respect while we are at it)? WTF? Let me put it simply: Get a life.
Excuse me, but as a dominant why would I be interested in you? I can get an inflatable sex doll that would be capable of all that and truly would be nothing but a pile of plastic without me and my hot air. But you're not a doormat, you say. No, a doormat has more substance. As a dominant, I want someone that I actually have to dominate. Someone that will push back and make me work for it. Someone with some substance. Someone that is a real person with a real mind and spirit and dreams and not just a stuffed plush toy or programmable robot, no matter how nice the tits or cunt or ass.
If I am so afraid of other dominants writing to you or speaking with you, what does that say about my own sway over you, your attraction to me, my own sense of self and security and power? My ability to control my own jealousy and other baser emotions? If I need to hypnotize or brainwash you, what does that say about my capacity to dominate you through my own force of character and presence? What does that say about you, that you would choose such a pathetic excuse for a dominant? And you say you will love me forever and ever? My, that is such a long time and, honestly, I am already bored with you.
Have I offended anyone? Too bad. Maybe it will cause a few people who have taken the time to read this far to come to their senses. And I am sure I cannot be the only one around here harboring such thoughts. Maybe one of those people will be inspired enough to contact me, although that is not really my objective in writing this. I just feel these are things I need to say before I go not-so-quietly insane.
So why do I stick around here? That is actually a fair question. I could just as easily unsubscribe myself as I subscribed myself and be done with it. More easily, in fact. But I figure with all the thousands of people hanging out in these parts there have to be at least a few with whom I might have affinity. And so for now I will continue to hang out and put up with the drivel and the nonsense and see who and what turns up.
Just remember to show me some respect, will you? Oh, and go easy on the one- or two-line messages. Please leave the doormat stuff at, well, the door. Being friends is nice, but if you are great fuckmeat, all the better. I could sure use some right about now. And I certainly wouldn't object if you had a mind and spirit to match that beautiful cunt and ass.
Okay, there, I said it. |
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