Collarspace.com

Horizontal Line
Vertical Line

Horizontal Line

DocMS

DocMS - photo 3
DocMS - photo 4

Horizontal Line

Friends:
WasteOfAnAngelScarletangelxxxTEMPERANCExcharlxxxrachaelessex
minxsGigglingEmmiethebestkate88KittySteelTheFlowers
SnafflepussAngelLedAstray

Horizontal Line

Vertical Line

Who Am I?

Been involved in BDSM etc. for many years, recently have been out of the scene but looking to get back into it, ideally looking to find a long term slave to train and collar. In the past have played around with different subs / slaves, but know that this never allows me the deeper connection im really looking for. (From now on I use the term Slave, but please understand, your definition of sub and slave may vary from mine, so please do not assume so much by its use, if in doubt, ask me!). Let me take you by the hand and walk with you into that dark place within you, hold you as you look over that edge, and pull you back from it when you need me to and hold you close. While I can be quite Physically Dominant, and with the right slave very sadistic, this very much varies from slave to slave. I do however always like heavy psychological play sometimes one slap can feel like 10 if the mind is in the correct state. I believe that a slaves submission and gift of control is a wonderful thing, and it is important to realize why a slave gives over control, that they are not punching bags, or doormats, and that telling them “kneel bitch” or “I am now your Master” is only going to make you look stupid. It is there choice to kneel, and it is there choice if and when they choose to be “owned” not something for you to demand, it is however something you should accept with respect and gratitude if they offer it. However this does not stop me from having you provide me with pleasure, be it sexually or in some other way, sometimes your submission, and willingness to push your limits is fun enough. It is also important to remember the difference between a submissive and a slave and to constantly move forward together. I prefer to use psychological play, bondage, and mild pain (up to heavy but very dependent on the slave). Love bondage, cbt, tt, leather, rubber, wax, sensory depravation, anal, collars, Power Exchange, Discipline, Domination, humiliation, masochism, oral, rimming, spanking, talking dirty, toys, whip etc....

What Do I Need?

Well, many people say what they want, but I guess in my mind Ds is something I need, it's a part of me. I guess I see Ds, BDSM etc as being intertwined within the fibred of my body. I am not looking for one off sessions, or just playing. I'm looking for a relationship, in which Ds plays a part, but is neither the whole, nor a section of it which is turned on and off when we decide to play. I believe that a relationship should exist in al aspects of live, be it what society perceives as 'vanilla' and what we consider as Ds.

Do I Want A Sub or Slave?

There are many definitions of what is a sub and what is a slave, not are wrong, it's just a matter of personal opinion. I state that I'm looking for a slave, but what to me is a slave? Slavery to me isn't about having a servant without question, a punching bag, or a doormat. Slavery is a state of mind. In my mind, a sub is someone who likes to submit, but ultimately, through limiting what they submit to retain ultimate control. A slave gives over that control. It does not mean they don't have opinion, in fact they should have opinion, and those opinions should be listened to, but the ultimate control should sit with the Master. A Slave can live without constant control, but knows that with a look, or a call, they will submit to the one they call Master. A slave and a Master should move forward together, there relationship should be a balance between BDSM and 'vanilla' life. Following a heavy session, a slave should be held close, talked to, cared for, as at all times. Heavy play doesn't just have to mean a heavy spanking, but more importantly after forcing a strong psychological response from the slave. In public, and at work, a slave should always be seen as a 'vanilla' member of society, but underneath always know what they are owned. Sometimes they may receive a call, or a txt, or an email, telling them to carry out a task. It could be as simple as going to the toilet and removing their underwear, or only drinking one sort of drink in particular, but it would remind them of there ownership. Having behind there eyes that pearl of knowledge that they were owned, cared for, and controlled. A slave should be held close, cared for, and always listened to. Slavery is not being told what to do, it is giving the final decision as to what to do to the Master your trust. Many think limits need to be set in tone, but to me, slavery is without limits, or at least truly defined ones, HOWEVER, the trust control given over to the Master by the slave, means that to go beyond the limits of the slave and then to keep going without taking there opinion into consideration, is a breakdown in that trust. While a slave allows a Master control, it does not mean the master has to use it all. It is the ability to truly understand the limitations of the slave, and not over extend them, that makes one a Master, not just a bully.

Horizontal Line

5/9/2008 1:22:20 PM
Another short story, sorry for poor spelling and grammer... She shivered, she knew the room was warm, but she couldn't help it. She had been stood there for what felt like hours now, told to think about what she had done, as usual. But usually he came back after preparing something and punished her properly. She knew his sadistic side needed a release on occasion, and she liked giving him that. But today was different, very different. As usual she could sense the mischief in him, tripping her up with word plays and confusing her with questions. She knew she was just as intelligent as him, and sometimes wondered if it was just her subconsious siding with him in those situations. she kept shifting her weight from foot to foot, partly to keep the blood flowing, and partly because after standing there for just 5 minutes she had needed to pee, and that urge had done anything but go away. She kept wondering about the plastic sheeting and towels on the floor under her feet, maybe he was planning on this? She could feel her mind doing its usual thing of trying to think what might be going on, trying to understand what she could do to achieve what she wanted. When she started thinking like this she always ended up getting herself into more trouble, and she knew it. Maybe that was what he wanted though? Maybe he wanted to get into more trouble before the sadistic side would come out again? She was doing it again, trying to think her way out of it, without accepting it..... She really needed to pee, she was sure she could hear the tap running in the kitchen. Maybe he was planning on her pissing herself, maybe thats what he wanted? maybe by taking her time and controlling herself she was just upsetting herself? NO! she was doing it again, she was trying to find ways out, she had to accept, what he planned would happen, would happen, it always did, he knew her to well. She really was going to bust, it was really hurting now, moving from foot to foot was just making it worse now, but if she didn't she thought her legs might give way all together. He hand not said she couldn't pee, she was sure he hadn't mentioned anything of the sort. Then again he always told her to show pride in her actions and appearance, and pissing yourself wasn't the most pridefull of things..... To late, no going back now, her legs almost giving was as first a small trickle and then a stream or hot piss runs down her leg. Oh the release, so much better.... What has she done.... she couldn't hold it.... but why not another few minutes just in case.... she is a disgrace, she knows she is.... She hears the room door burst open, and feels her feet uncontrollably move together as if a frightened girl, trying to hide herself, the now cold urine moist around them. "What have you done girl!!!" he says firmly, not even a hint of the smile that often comes with one of his tricks " I'm sorry sir. I'm so sorry" she want to explain, he tries to but the words wont com out, she knows its no use, but only if she could explain. "Get those towels, dry up this mess, and put them in the wash, and then get back here, Quickly now, we don't have all night" Frantically she kneels and grabs the towels, trying to get all the moisture off the pvc sheet she had been standing on, hurridly she bundles them up and rushes to the washing machine. On re entering the room she had to hid the smile that wanted to form on her face as she saw the pile of toys lying next to where she had been stood. She knew he had planned this, there was no way he could have gotten those together it time otherwise. He knew her too well, and she knew him to well for her own good sometimes. He knew she would have agonized over every minute in the corner, fighting her self every step of the way. "come on then, don't just stand there, get back over her" She rushed back to her corner, the pvc sheet still there, what did he have in mind for her? she wasn't going to have to do it all again was she? At this she felt her hands pulled behind her, and metal handcuffs put around them, hearing the distinct clicking as they were tightened. He never used handcuffs, in fact he was always adamant that they were the tools of people who played at being dom, but didnt care enough about there subs safety to pat good money for cuffs..... So why was he using them now! Was she wrong? had he just grabbed what came to hand? maybe he hadn't planned this? had she really offended him? please NO! She turned her head to catch his eyes, just to see that glint of understanding in them, to know what he was doing was for her as much as for him. As she turned, a blindfold was forced across her face, tight, dark, no chance to see his face. No chance to see that glint...

5/7/2008 11:24:14 AM
(Another short story) She blinked again, wondering if the wall would change at all in the split second she closed her eye. she had no idea how long she had been stood there. the clock was ticking as usual, as if taunting her that the knowledge of how long she had stood there was just out of sight. Maybe he had done that on purpose, or maybe she was just reading to much into everything now. she wished she could rub her nose, just once, she had developed an itch what felt like hours ago. she tried moving her head again, maybe she could just get a little movement in her nose to quell the itch. She pushed forward quickly, just in time so stop the movement of the coin. she stared at it, squashed between her nose and that bland barren wall. no matter where she looked it was in her sight, and yet she had almost forgotten it because of a itch. Angry with herself for her lack of concentration, she tried to force her eyes to focus on the coin again. It had moved, but no my much. could she some how work it back to where it had been... no, not without her hands, and she had been told to keep those crossed behind her back. She could do it, it would only take a second, he would never know. He had left her standing there and she hadn't heard anything that sounded like him since he left. She could quickly bring her arm up, reposition the coin more firmly, then get her arms back into position quickly. She could definitely do it, he hadn't tied her arms in place, even though he had left a length of rope as if he had considered it, but then decided to trust her. The rope ran across her back, under her armpits then up over her shoulders and down her back. It wouldn't be a problem, is shouldn't be able to fall off, she was sure of it would be fine. Her heart was pounding. She tried to calm herself, wondering why she was so nervous, it was only a little coin. but it wasn't the coin that concerned her, it was what it stood for. It was him, it was his control, was she rebelling, or just making sure that she pleased him? He would never know, the coin would still be exactly as it was when they started, he would be happy. Her arm moved carefully, untangling itself from its partner and moving quickly to the coin, a quick nudge, a pause, and a final tap, and the arm was pushed back into position, as if nothing had happened, the coin sitting centered between the wall and nose. Could feel the redness over her whole body, thinking that if he entered the room now he would know. He would know she had cheated, he would know she had moved from her ordered position. she waited for him, as if expecting him to know without even being there, he knew her, he knew her quirks and her need to be perfect, he knew she could do something like that and justify it to herself. What had she done, why had she done it, thought running through her mind. Why had she been so sure of her ability to hide it, he could see right through her to her soul, he would know. Thought flying threw her head, back and forth, he wouldn't know, he would know, he wouldn't know, over and over. For what seemed like hours she wrestled with her own mind, her own doubts. Not once loosing focus on the coin, she wouldn't do that again. Then she heard it, the door opening, it was him, it must be him, he knew. His footsteps behind her, closer and closer, feeling her body tingle with excitement and fear of failure, sure it was glowing red hot. His breath soft against her neck, she almost lost focus on the coin with the shiver that ran down her spine. SNAP! searing across her buttocks, stinging hot, as if her whole body was hit. It took all her focus to control herself from dropping that coin. His voice rang out " You moved your arms, Don't deny it, Did you not wonder about the rope?" She knew she had thought about the rope, she hadn't touched it, she was sure he was just guessing, it wasn't tied to her, it hadn't moved. "you thought the rope was just left there for no reason?" His voice questioning again. "No, im sorry, the coin slipped, i didn't want to fail" she blurted out, she should have composed herself, but she couldn't help it. "The rope was light overlapped behind your arms, now it isn't" He said as she imagined him smiling while he did so. "As you seem unable to hold your arms still, i shall have to make sure you don't have that option, wont I?" "sorry sir" she spoke softly, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear, intrigue, and excitement At this she felt the rope, which had previously felt lose about her body, tighten across her back and over her shoulders. "Palms outwards, fingers interlocked, and keep them like that" His voice now demanding and firm. She did as commanded and soon felt the rope being trapped between her interlinked fingers, between, behind, and over them. She wiggled her fingers unable to pull them apart, or move then up or down her back. Finally she felt an added tug on the ropes, as if something was now hanging on them, keeping them tight upon her. He broke the silence to say " Now let us see if that works shall we girl? " as he turned and walked back out of the room.........

4/10/2008 12:44:07 PM
A little something i wrote a month ago.........



the room is dark, the only light coming from a standing lamp in one of the corners, casting long shadows across the room. The glow of the television drawing an ever changing pattern across the shadows. Wispers coming from the television acting to break the silences between the words of the rooms occupants.

Its dark, but i could see her if i needed to, but i don't. I stair into nothing, thinking, knowing she is there her head at the end of my hand, my fingers running through her hair. Im happy, im content. I feel her head move as she shifts, just a tiny movement on her knees, not enough to disturb my hand upon her head. feeling its warmth on the side of my leg.

How long have we sat like this? I dont know. Im sure i could work out from whats on the TV, but it dosent really matter. I look down at her and smile, not just my mouth, but my body. As if she feels me lookig at her, she turns her head to look up at me. The bright red of the ball gag now shining out, the glistening down to a mix of the plastic and the spittle now running lightly over its surface.

"Do you feel you will remember to thank me correctly from now on?" i ask with a smile.

She nods, her eyes looking obedient, sorry, her nod rapid and forceful

"what?"

She nods again more repidly, her body moving with it now. I look at her with an inquisitive smile, as she realises whats happening. Her eyes look speading, as she starts to mumble, spittle running from her mouth, over the already moist ball gag. My leg moving back harder between her legs, knowing she would love to be able to push back, but knowing she wont for fear or reprisal.

"Well it seems you dont want to answer my question. maybe you havent learned how to thank me correctly" i state, both of us knowing something will be happening soon.

Her mumbling grows more agitated, but her nodding had stopped, her eyes pleading, knowing she has been trapped, trapped before the gag even went into place, knowing whatever she does from now on, I decide what happens. I place a single finger, between her legs, an slowly, ever so slowly run in upwards over her body. Between her breasts, to the base of her neck, slowing, moving light, up her neck. just as i reach below her chin, the preasure changes, forcing her to first raise her chin, then to go higher, raise her body.higher she goes, as i slowly get to my feet. The spittle trail down her body now obvious, glistening in the half light. higher, onto her tiptoes. I smile to myself, seeing she has kept her arms folded behind her back as trained to. the mumbles have become whimpers, as she fights her own body, trying to keep on her toes, trying to keep balance.


As i release the presure on her chin she lowers her fleet until they are flat on the floor, her wimpering stops, and her eyes change to looking inquisitive, not knowing whats coming. after I release the clasp on her ball gag, and drop it to one site, she licks her lips, as if working feeling back into them, removing the spittle from them. The shiny trail over her chin and breasts now all that is left to show it was there.

"Do you feel you will remember to thank me correctly from now on?"

"Yes Sir" she replies, as if expecting something more than this question.

"You seem to have made a mess of yourself dont you?" as i run a finger through the spittle on her chest

"Yes Sir, Sorry Sir"

"Going to clean yourself up?"

"Yes sir, if i may"

"Maybe after we deal with the other mess you have made" I say as my hands dab at the moist patch on my thigh, where her head had ben resting.

"Im sorry sir, I didnt..... I shouldn't... I..I.." The word stutter from her mouth in the realisation that her punishment is not quite over yet. Her eyes pleading, as she lowers her head, as if in acceptance of what is to come.



Vertical Line

Horizontal Line
Horizontal Line
Shrikegirl
 
 Age: 39
 Central victoria, Australia