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Hello and thanks for reading. I have been in this lifestyle for 5 years. I have had 2 serious relationships one of those collared. That relationship ended due to "life" overnight. I have been playing with my local group RELEASE and not playing one on one since then. I have trust issues I freely admit that. I also have never met another like my former Dom that I have the same chemistry with. It's been 3 years (May 10th) since the breakup. Will a piece of my heart always be Jeff's or can I move on?
*Apparently I have moved on I just noticed I passed the anniversary date this year and did not even know it or have any reaction. That is a good thing. :)

I am not Barbie. But I am not plus size either. I am a size 14/16 a *real woman* with curves, lets get the out in the open right now. I do shop at Victoria's Secret. I have been told by many I have a nice ass. But if you are looking for a size 6 stick figure then go look somewhere else.

I am a submissive that has had a lot of technical play but my submission comes natural to those I respect. I like to be challenged mentally and physically.
My "home life" is complicated. I am basically in a vanilla sexless
"room mate" type of situation. For now while I am trying to figure things out this is just the way it is. It is not the way I would like things but it is what it is. If its not for you fine, but at least I am honest so don't bash me.

I have blonde hair thats medium length and blue eyes. I have been told I am pretty. This is so much more than just sex..its about power exchange and trust.

I enjoy floggers, Wartenberg wheels and dearly love rope.

I do alot of writing. Poetry short stories everything.

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11/17/2011 12:02:30 PM

I'm closing this account down in a few days. I've been a backslidden Christian for some time now, 5 years actually. The world is changing, I don't think we have much time left here and I have come back "home" and in doing so I need to get rid of all my profiles. I want to  get my heart straight and get right with God. If that means I am in a sexless marriage then so be it. At least I can live with  myself. Blessings~


11/16/2010 8:46:02 PM

Someone wrote and asked why there had been no activity here since September 26th. I had taken a second temp job with a LOT of hours and just finished up with that. Been really really busy.

My primary job will be kicking up next week in hours and production. So before it does I decided I needed a break.

Heading to the beach for a long weekend with a girlfriend to relax and kick back and also attend a play party with a group she knows and that I have met a few members of. Its been a long time and will be nice. Nice vanilla time and have some bdsm swirl as well. Its not perfect but its a start :)


9/26/2010 7:35:05 PM
Well it was nice while it lasted. Our local playgroup has fractured into a million teeny tiny pieces and I doubt that all the Kings horseman and all the Kingsmen can put it back together again.

Sad. And it all didn't have to happen the way it did. I will say no more nor give details but the Richmond Kink community has taken a bit hit. I have been told thats happened several times around here in years past.

I didn't have most of these peoples phone numbers, had the ones I needed. But even sharing a meal now or any social activities are going to be pretty hard. I miss the online discussions and the sense of family.

It just didn't have to all go down this way. Since for the last 2 years I had pretty much left one on one play and just gone to group dynamics for emotional and physical reasons I find myself quite lost.

Fractured does not even  begin to describe the Richmond Community any more.

9/10/2010 8:00:38 PM

I use to be the kid that pulled the directions out and followed them line by line. As I got older I just wanted to already know what I was doing instead of having to read the directions for the game or whatever it was I was doing.

It's been 2 years since I have had a one on one relationship. Its been a year since I was mentored by such a sweet poly couple in my group. I have gotten to some play parties over the summer  but before that I think I made 2 from November through June.

I feel out of practice. Rusty. I hate doing the dance at the beginning of the relationship. It feels awkward like you feel when you have to sell yourself at a job interview. Then if both parties get past that point the initial playdate. You know the part where the Dom does his inspection thing. Well that's the way I remember it from years back anyway.

Seems so many are poly or most in my group are. I love my group, its a safe place and I have met many people there, good people and have learnt so much.

I really do miss the one on one, the total package of D/s that leads to awesome sex, the giving up of control and the rush that comes to both from it. I won't sleep with just anyone. I could get that from a bar, I am not that kind of girl.

Of the three Doms I have done one on one with I've only "been" with 2 of these. These relationships had a depth and one was a collar.

Are there any guys that don't want a harem of women but want to invest their time in one individual? We are not 21 anymore, physically, but in the Dom and subs mind we are young and vibrant. We know at this stage of life what we like and what we want. We are mature, focused and this is the best time of our lives. Let's live life and stop watching it pass by.


8/18/2010 8:43:44 PM
Funny video of "A bad  evening at home"  ...lolol  too funny. Two Dom's.  Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyP4pgxaL9w

8/7/2010 8:29:37 PM
My Special Place

Against the rack as I allow myself to be tied
I close my eyes as the cuffs snap shut.
I can hear the chains as they rattle and are snapped
Securing my wrists and ankles in place.

Open and out stretched I allow my head to fall forward.
I breathe deeply in anticipation becoming one with the wood.
Enigma is playing and I willing submit myself to this.
Behind me I hear an instrument picked up and I wait.

Floggers gently at first caressing my body into a lul,
a quiet time and space where I allow my mind to go.
Slowly the pace is ratcheted up the blows are harder.
Dragons tails, canes and the tawse are my friends.

I am transported to another place I know not where,
floating some where far far away.
The transitions of the session amazing and contrasting.
the sting of the dragontail to the softness of rabbit fur.

A handful of my hair grabbed and wrapped around a wrist,
as the knife is pressed against the softness of my face,
I inhale and go deeper into my special place,
as the blade is traced down my body from head to toe.

The very knife that could take my life if it wanted to
also brings the utmost of pleasure to me.
The flogger started a ripple in me now the knife does too.
I am spent, at peace and nothing seems to matter anymore.

8/1/2010 11:10:43 PM
Went to a playparty Saturday night. Scene to Enigma with a new Dom, older about 65 really enjoyed the skill level. Ankle and wrist cuffs out stretched. Fur glove,bare hands, canes, Knife, dragontail, various floggers and things. Really enjoyed my scene. I have learnt to cum with the right person Topping during a scene no touch needed.This is about the 3rd or 4th time thats happened now. Pretty kool.

7/29/2010 10:58:15 AM
Seriously thinking about removing this and just staying with community events and or people.
Anyone can be or say anything on the internet. Then you get emails and people that contact you, then deactivate their profiles, and I'm like are you guys bi-polar or something not know what you want?

If you have a particular preference state it in your profile. Personally I love tall and dark but I know their has to be a personality behind a profile or what good is tall and dark?

I am a very honest and open person sometimes I think too much so. I am what I am. A vivacious sensual submissive woman. A very feminine one but I know how to get down with it too. I do the tan thing, toesnails and I am a pretty girl.

I am not Barbie nor do I wish to be Barbie. I am a size 14/16. I can still wear Victoria's Secret things and do. I am happy with who I am. I have been told I have beautiful eyes and a nice ass. By the Two Doms I was in serious relationship with.

I enjoy Community but could probably give it up although I'd love you to come expierence it with me, ocassionally. I have learnt all my technical play there. The submission it came from my heart though.

I love to laugh and when I talk to you if theres chemistry I am told my eyes sparkle and dance. I believe a person is a whole package mind,  body and soul.

I am looking to move slow. See where things go. At the same time would like some communication too during the week. I know we all have lives. However for me BDSM cannot just exist in a 9-5 box to be pulled out once a month or when you feel like it. For it is more than that to me.

Marilyn Monroe was a beautiful size 16 and all men love her. I have nice breasts, curves and I know things about submission you won't get from a 25 year old.

The only way you really can get to know someone is in person so why are so many players and fakes here?  At least in the BDSM Community you get to see the person as a whole person. May just delete this thing in September and look within.

7/28/2010 7:30:36 PM
Attention Dominants/Masters

I haved 2 parts of my BDSM story here. I am working on the third part.  But I want to end it, by writing part 3 with the Doms feelings of the scene.

Part one described her feelings. I want to know How he felt about/ towards his submissive. What her turning her trust over to him felt like, and what "Top Space" feels like.

What you usually get in my writings is the very first draft when I put it up, as I write it. Its just the way I do things and usually once I start doesn't take long to compose.

I'd appreciate hearing from you in my inbox here. Dominats thoughts, I don't think like a man, and this would be most helpful. I need to get in your head(s) and put these thoughts together in which to have a background to work with. Any and all are most helpful. Thank you.

7/23/2010 5:30:49 PM
The Road Ahead

The road ahead had brambles, was partially washed away and torn. I wasn't sure exactly how I had arrived at this place nor was I sure how to find my way back. I was way off course from where I had begun. The GPS was lost or perhaps through not being used the battery was simply discharged.
 
I crawled up and sat on a hill and looked down surveying the landscape and where I was currently. There was rain approaching shortly. I couldn't smell it yet but I could sense it in the distance. A storm in the making. Lightening could be seen over the mountains in the distance.
 
It was then I jumped down and made a decision. I could either sit here and wish things were different or I could make the difference. I scurried to my feet and began clearing debris. Starting with the biggest pieces made sense. Looking around at the larger pieces that had been removed, I could see the pathway in front of me. I knew where I needed to go. I was finding my way home.
 
I don't know exactly where home is but when I see it I will know. With every encumbrance I removed I began having a hope for a future. The storms no longer threatened me for I had found a shelter within. 


7/23/2010 3:00:50 PM
Pet Peeve's

Blank profiles. Why would I answer your email if you have a basically blank profile? I want to know what you are interested in, what makes you tick, what your fetishes are. When I click on a profile with only basic information it is natural instinct to yawn and go to the next one. I thrive on whats in your HEAD not whats in your pants as much. Kinky sex is nice but the BDSM D/s dynamic is what makes it that way. BDSM is about so much more.

The second is pushy Doms who want too much info and push things to fast too soon. This is the one part of the vanilla world that comes over into this, Trust and getting to know one another. Please don't ask for a chat request when we have not even exchanged emails. It's not going to happen.

7/15/2010 5:24:16 PM
Part 2

Instantly and without question she rolled out of bed. With legs slightly open, and His shirt falling just below her mound her sex was already beginning to dampen with her arousal for Him. She didn't know whether to clasp her hands behind her, or if she should simply assume the nadu position with her hands in front of her. It was amusing to Him to watch her struggle with just the right thing to do. In her mind she wanted to avert her eyes and wait for His command but she found herself with His help lifting her face to look apon Him.
 
He could not help but be pleased with her. This beautiful creature that trusted Him enough to follow His every instruction to the letter. She had never looked more beautiful to Him than she did now, in His shirt and adorned with His smell.
 
"Shhhh, Relax a moment", He spoke to her lovingly and with a finger dragging across her lower lip. He noticed as He did this how her lips parted for Him in an automatic reaction.
 
"You want this very much don't you Cassie", He asked.
 
"Yes, Master I am here to serve you", she replied looking into His eyes.
 
"Show me", He whispered to her.
 
She grabbed His leg and rested her head there for a moment soaking in His strength.
 
She unbuttoned and unzipped His pants and let His jeans fall to the floor. Taking His member into her mouth she set her focus on His pleasure and service to her Master. She loved His smell, His taste. She could hear his moans of pleasure and became lost in her task. She kept her hands on His tree trunk legs and used only her mouth, her lips to satisfy Him. She knew she was pleasing Him and that was why she was rather hurt when He pulled away.
 
"Enough", he simply said pulling Hid jeans up and buckling His belt.
 
Tears began to fill her eyes as she looked up to Him shaking her head, "But Master I don't understand"? What had she done wrong, she didn't understand why He did not allow her to finish Him. Did she not please Him?
 
"Its not up for you to understand is it My pet?", he asked. "But just so you know I am VERY pleased with you but I WILL decide what happens tonight and when, understood?"
 
"Yes, my Master", she sighed in relief.
 
"Go and bring me your new toothbrush and toothpaste", He ordered. She quickly scampered up to her feet and went and retrieved it for him. As she handed it to Him she was met with a very wicked grin.
 
He set it on the nightstand and took her over to the window. She heard a click and looked down to see a knife in His hand. She began to panic, surely this was a bad idea! What had she been thinking meeting a virtual stranger she had only known over the phone and online in a hotel? But it was too late now or was it? She turnt and fled towards the door but He was on top of her in no time as they fell to the floor His weight easily immobilizing her. She could feel her heart beating out of her chest as the cold blade of the knife snapped off one by one each of the buttons of the shirt. She closed her eyes as she felt the side of the blade on her throat so close to her jugular vein.
 
He rolled off of her and in a zombie state He walked her back over to the widow overlooking the city. Her breasts were clearly out of the shirt now and her nipples taunt and erect. He pulled her to him from behind feeling her sex with His hand.
 
"You are drenched Ms. Cassie", you clearly love this , "So very wet at the thought of your Master taking you. Don't worry dear, I don't damage what belongs to me".
 
He slid His shirt off of her and she stood there naked before Him. He ran His hands down her sides, over her stomach and her breasts. "Beautiful, beautiful Cassie", He exclaimed.
 
He slipped the rope piece around her wrist and fastened it to one eye lit that had been placed un-noticed by her into the window ledge and did the same with the other hand. A spreader bar kept her legs open for Him. He ran His hands again over the curves of her bottom. It was then He began tracing the knife down her  body. She squirmed.
 
Do not move he told her. She squirmed again and he popped her leg. I don't want you to get hurt. If you  have to move something move the other side of your body. As he traced the knife down her left side she found herself flinching her right but keeping the left taunt and still. He smiled at her obedience as he traced the knife down her right side and watched her left leg shake uncontrollably.
 
He watched her carefully and could tell she was progressing exactly where he had hoped he would be. He went and got the Buffalo flogger and began warming her up. Figure eight motions across her back and ass and watched as the drum like percussion of the flogger began taking her off to space. 
 
WHAP! A sharp unexpected hit to the left ass. WHAP! She groaned a loud groan as a matching mark to the right as she tried to jump but could not. He worked her like this another ten minutes as her screams of pain and pleasure filled the room. He stopped and came up behind her checking her, touching  her, feeling her. She was dripping wet.
 
He put the large flogger down and got a smaller one and came up close behind her, rhythmically hitting her sex. He was not a dozen strokes in when her screams of Bliss filled the room as her orgasm rolled and increased beyond anything she had ever felt.
 
Putting the instrument down he took her off the restraints as she collapsed on Him. He carried her to the bed and held her until she fell asleep.
 
After she had been asleep for awhile he reached over and got the tube of mint toothpaste. She barely even noticed as he dotted a small amount on her sex letting out a subtle moan. He replaced the batteries in her new eclectic toothbrush with Lithium ones. Turning the switch on it's noise surprised even Him. He placed it on her sex and her eyes fluttered open at the intensity of the stimulation as she moaned, "Master?"

7/14/2010 7:07:12 PM
I haven't been to a playparty or had a scene since February. Before that it was November.  I am finally going to get out and go to one this weekend. Its been 5 months I am a bit out of practice. I love the way the flogger makes me feel.  Combine that with rope and hopefully some pool bondage too and I will be on the way to my happy spot.
 
I miss the one on one connection with someone special but at least this is a start. I could give up the group play to have that dynamic again but for now its all good.

Will be working on pt 2 of my story....have off work until next Tuesday.

7/10/2010 9:26:08 PM
The Meeting

She had been instructed to go to a certain hotel and get a key that was in an envelope at the front desk with her name on it at a specific time. Directions for her assignment were in the envelope. She stepped in the elevator with trembling hands, holding her small overnight duffel bag.
 
The directions in the envelope were very clear. She was to go to the 11th floor and to room 1139. Her hands fumbled with the slide key and she was in. She looked around the room and could tell He had already been here. He had carefully placed all the toys, rope and instruments in the room.
 
She glanced back down at the note. She was to feel free to look at everything but under no circumstances to touch anything. She walked around the room looking at the crops, rope, giant buffalo mop flogger, handcuffs and Wartenberg wheel. So many things she recognized and many she did not.
 
There was cheese, crackers, water and chocolate and fruit. The note instructed her the first thing she was to do was eat. She was far to nervous to be hungry but the instructions were very clear. She put the note down and ate, forcing herself. He knew if she did not eat and drink she'd never have enough energy for the night ahead.
 
The next instructions were to brush her teeth with the toothbrush and paste provided and to take a very long shower washing herself thoroughly. There was lavender towels for her and specific soaps, shampoo and conditioners for her to use that had a specific scent. There was a razor and gel. As she washed her long hair she thought about Him. She bathed in the lavender soap washing herself well. She shaved her legs, underarms and pussy just the way he had asked.
 
This man she had spoken with often over the last several months both online and on the phone. She had used her web cam with Him but they had never met. Tonight would be their first meet on His terms.
 
She stepped out of the shower the water dripping off of her. Tonight she would begin her journey with Him. She dried her body with the towel,brushed her teeth and fixed her hair the way he had requested. Glancing at her watch she made sure she was still on schedule with what the note said.
 
She next was to go and get the shirt on the other bed. It was His shirt that smelt like Him. She was to put it on with nothing underneath. She was free to adjust the heat or air but was clearly instructed to only wear the shirt. She was allowed computer time, reading time or could nap.
 
She pulled her laptop out  trying to pass the time. Hours went by. She left the bathroom light on and cut everything else off and climbed into bed. She tried to stay awake but at some point fell asleep.
 
Drifting off at some point later she thought she heard a noise but decided it was from another room down the hall. She could smell His scent before she even saw him, but still, He startled her in the dark as she felt a hand slowly pull back the covers. The flickering light of the candle cast shadows across  the wall as she caught her first sleepy glimpse of Him.
 
He uttered only one word, "Kneel", He commanded as His hand took her hair. 

7/8/2010 7:55:45 PM
Things I miss:

Not just from anyone but from The One

The touch of His hand either to caress, stroke or correct.

Trusting my One to take me to where I need to go. To take the time to do the total mind fuck of trust and when the trust was  given for there to be a total power exchange.

The fear and excitement brought about by obeying and the wonderful rewards that went with it.

The hand in my hair the look in His eyes that caused respect, and that feeling that washed over me of wanton lust and abandonment to Him. The drug induced state of  being one with Him. His property, His submissive, His creation.

The ability to be able to be myself completely around Him. To not have to hide anything from Him.

The sex was amazing but the relationship and ability to be His good little bad girl freely without judgement, accepted for who I am was priceless.

One day when the time is right, it will happen again. Could it be you reading this?

7/5/2010 12:20:10 PM
Just returned from a Humanitarian trip overseas. It put some things in perspective while I was there. When I returned my head got jumbled again. I haven't been to a playparty with my Lifestyle group in forever. Haven't had a session in forever either. I guess right now I am taking things a  day at a time and not in a rush. Seems theres less mistakes made that way.

6/16/2010 10:54:25 PM
June 17th
Will be gone 12 days and unable tio access the site. be safe!

5/8/2010 8:38:28 PM
May 10th represents a rather painful time for me. It will be exactly 2 years to the date that my D/s relationship ended....literally in a matter of seconds everything I knew as real crumbled. I don't feel I am in a good headspace right now. I have kind of backed off emotionally. Trying to shut the lid on this Pandora's box I have opened. Just hurts right now. He's gone back to Vanilla after living this lifestyle for a decade..18 months of that with me. I have tried to go back to vanilla...not sure if I can though or not.

1/31/2010 2:45:56 PM
I was suppose to go to a playparty Saturday night. The night of the monster snowstorm. But Mother nature has other plans. The forecast was for snow and lots of it. Personally I think Mother Nature should take a trip to the dungeon, where she will be tortured and forced to submit and take all this nasty weather back.

I am feeling very much the need to let my maschocist side out at the moment. I am also really needing subspace right now. I remember scening one time to a remix from Madonna's "frozen" song. It was 10 minutes long and I know the tape played at least 4 times. I love a thuddy flogger. It gets me there quickly. I can remember being only 3 or 4 minutes into the song, relaxing and feeling the change begin.

Drum like rhythm, massaging my back with its tails as they hit flesh, being transported elsewhere. Feathers, a soft fur glove that had spikes built into it. WHat a contrast of sensations! The sting of the Cat, a acrylic cane used by the time I was way far in and didn't realize what they were using. I remember feeling like I was drugged..it was oe of the happiest deepest scenes I have ever done.

I yearn to scene to that again. I yearn to go deep. But it appears for all these yearnings I am going to have to wait a few week to have them fulfilled.

1/8/2010 1:42:56 PM
Submission is not about allowing someone to hurt you. Don't get me wrong you will be hurt and you will enjoy it. But if all you want is to be hurt then you are only a masochist. If you simply like impact play with random people to which you have no connection you may be just a bottom.

But if you truely crave to serve, to have a power exchange out of which flows control, Domination, pain, a desire to please then you may just be a submissive. Trusting that everything that happens to you happens for a reason and that they the Dominant knows whats best.

That antsy feeling you get that wants everything now now now needs to be squashed. When its time, then it will be there. Until then all you can do is wait and allow yourself to grow. For even in waiting you please the one that has the rule over you. Even in waiting you are abiding by His will, His choices in your life.

Being submissive does not mean weakness. Whatever I have done in my life I have always risen to leadership and took the reins and led people. I am good at organization, detailed, organized, can lead people and do it well, but do it graciously and without being a bitch.

Thats why it is very special to me when I find the one I respect so much I freely hand the reins over to Him.

Submission includes all of the above. And only if you have ever worn a collar can you truely understand the difference there is in bottoming,
masochism and submission. Submission makes you complete. A woman of quiet inner strength is a joy to her Dominant. Be a place of refuge for Him not a pain in His ass. Honor him Respect Him. Serve Him with everything in you. And never ever take it or Him for granted. 

12/18/2009 10:15:10 PM
The Journey of Growth

He comes into my room in the night
a blindfold on to cover my sight.
He wants to peer into my heart,
but I simply don't know how to start.
 
How do you begin to trust to let him in,
when your heart is so crowded with sin?
It may take all day it may take all night,
for him to uncover what causes me fright.
 
As a child I was told to forgive,
just to forget and to let live.
I built up my walls as high as could be,
higher than the sycamore tree.
 
Through the years the tree has grown wide,
past the doors and swallowed my pride.
It limbs  have entangled and swept me in,
I just don't know how to begin.
 
What if I open my heart and begin to bleed,
will you be there and see my need?
Can you help me live and try to start,
rebuilding the places in my heart?
 
Accept me for where I am even so,
expect me to find a way to grow.
Inside is just a scared little girl,
Whos shoulders have taken on the world.
  
Take my hand and make me go,
past the pain so I can grow.
Push me, mold me, set me free,
into the person I am meant to be.
 
I want to make a brand new start,
just to learn to follow my heart.
With you leading and teaching me,
I will one day learn to be free.

By:
Angel
December 19, 2009

12/15/2009 5:11:50 PM
Dedicated to BowMaster~

When J. and I broke things off I thought my heart would never heal. I am not sure how Bo found me but he did. It was never a relationship but rather a deep friendship. He helped keep me stable and introduced me to RELEASE. He sat and talked with me via IM every night. He gave me wise advice, some  that I did not want to hear at the time. He always called me on things I did that were wrong. He also was in my corner when I needed to be built up.

Cancer took Bo and his viewing was tonight. As I bent over and kissed his forhead I realized a very special person to me was permanantly gone. A year ago we thought he was dying and he pulled through. He told me back then I had to accept the fact he was going to die, that he had. I stuck my head in the sand and didn't want to think about that. 

I will miss his friendship, his laugh, his wisdom, guidance and strength. I will miss him a hell of a lot.

12/7/2009 7:32:32 PM
“We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.” Walt Disney

Sometimes I feel like Alice and Wonderland and wonder how deep this rabbit hole really goes. I think it must go pretty deep. And just like the turtle I keep putting my head back out there hoping I will find what I have been searching for all this time.  Angel
 


12/4/2009 5:54:00 PM
The Pebble

I am a pebble washed in the river stream
Sifted by the sand and guided by the water.
Painfully my edges are removed by the one
that will smooth away the rough places,
and work out the indentations
that life has brought into my soul.
Effortlessly the Master works
even when i wish to stop.
Pushing me past fears and failures
He teaches me to trust to open,
to invite Him to see my weak places.
I want to run and try to hide  my imperfections
yet he hold me there still, small and fragile.
Infused with His strength i yield to the process
and somewhere in the transition
i become the creature He has crafted.
His girl. His pet. His property. His creation.
Stronger because i bear His mark, His signature.
Now smooth, polished and perfected.
Everything i have is because of
and belongs to The Master.
Finally i am at peace, safe in Him.

11/28/2009 6:15:58 PM
I am so tired of watching submissives that can no longer function as normal people in society because of their D/s position.
 
What I think a good submissive is. .....A good submissive should be secure in herself. She understands her Dominant completes her, but yet she can function without him. I believe she should be successful in whatever she puts her hand to and actually looked up to in the vanilla world. She should be a reflection of his strength that shines through her. There is no need to be a needy, clingy, whiney woman. Her respect of and devotion to him should draw them closer together, making him want to be around her more. As someone once said she should be a strong woman who choses to put her neck in the collar and submit to his leadership.
 
I once heard of a slave that tried to go back to work. They needed extra income. She was extremely skilled as a nurse, but could not even answer questions asked of her in the job interview because her dominant was not there to tell her what to say or how to think. She had a melt down during the interview.
She had forgotten how to think people. This is truly SAD. Being a submissive does not mean you become a whiney, brainless, clueless person. It should enhance you, not take away from you. That's my thoughts anyway.

11/25/2009 7:24:34 PM
Happy Thanksgiving   ...enjoy

Beware, this is kinky *smile*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9-gvDvpAGE

11/22/2009 4:05:51 PM
Complete in Him
 
I shiver in the darkness calling out for Him
but like echoes off a castle wall my shrills fall.
Dark is the way my will has gone dim,
alone in this place I feel so very small.
 
I once was his princess he said he'd never leave.
Yet theres nothing here now but abstract memories.
Somewhere deep inside I just have to believe,
everything will be alright say its so, please?
 
Like a hurricane that's battered the oceans shores,
I've been changed down to my very soul by its motions.
Old landmarks are gone crashed down and opened doors,
I'm washed fresh in and out with so many emotions.
 
Tell me that it is okay to step out and try again,
as I fumble to open the window in my self made prison cell.
I feel a passion welling up and I simply begin,
to call your name and find my origin.
 
I'm looking about and I'm scanning the horizon. 
I know that You are out there I just don't know who you are.
Theres a Master for me we'll make a liasion,
with you I'll pull out of this sandbar.
 
Light now floods this room I've found my place,
You come in and lift me off of the floor and out of my prison door.
I rest in your arms no longer feeling abased,
my submission to You completes me to my core.
 
By Angel
November 22, 2009

11/15/2009 10:37:34 AM
"Who am I?"

Her name means pretty, beloved one

She is strong but fragile,

weak but whole,

sensuous but smart,

a piece of clay

to be molded.

A leader by day,

but a slut by night.

At work she is answered to,

after work she answers to Him.

A piece of clay in the potters hand,

was marred and needed to be remade.

She was more than that first made,

so recrafted and painted for her one

She became the piece he had been waiting for.

His submissive, full of a new trust, respect and honor.

She is His pet, His babygirl, his special one.

Together the two form a special bond,

as his collar is placed around her neck, she is His

By Angel

11/15/2009 10:35:37 AM
I need to Cry

I need to cry.

I need my tears to fall like rain.

Yet I hate to show weakness.

I have to be strong.

But sometimes the beauty of strength

is in its ability to let go.

I need to be tied down

Spanked

Taken

Whipped

Possessed

Owned

Enjoying release

My tears are like an orgasm

and I need one bad right now.

To have permission

to let go

cry

to give myself

to trust

to have release

to be free

so I can be

all that I am.

Hold me while I cry

make me stay

Push me past my limit to run

to flee

and help me be strong

by being with me.

I need you.

By Angel

11/12/2009 1:27:31 PM
Please note that I am a submissive and not a slave. As in I do have limits and boundaries. I do realize that these will be pushed. I cannot relocate at this time, so I am primarily looking in the Central Virginia area.

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 Age: 24
  North Carolina