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I am a Dominant. Years ago I gave myself that title, and I have lived up to it. I have been described as the cocky-prankster type, and it is true. I always have a quick joke, or turn most conversations to the light side. All while being overwhelmingly self confident, honest, and in control. An audience drives me, but don't make the mistake of thinking I can never be serious, cause I really am.
At this point in time I am not looking for a relationship. I have come to the conclusion that my pipe dream of 'a white picket fence with a dungeon in the basement' is just that, a pipe dream. I am looking for play mates. Yes, that is plural. In the last few years, no single woman has been able to keep up with me. If you think you want a relationship with me, then you need to be able to prove you can keep up. You need to show me over time that you can be and are all that I need.
The list below is a very real list. It is really what I am looking for. While no person can every meet all of that list, you really should consider if you can meet most of it.
-height/weight proportionate (this is first because it is very important)
-likes frequent and creative sex (this means don't have any weird sexual problem... i.e. excessive shyness, inhibitions, or lingering scars from previous relationships)
-confident
-adaptable
-reasonable
-The ability to easily transition between the vanilla and kink world, between D/s and respectful, but equal interaction/discussion.
-able to give input
-likes to smile
-very affectionate, likes to touch, but not smothering
-likes frequent play & is willing to explore boundaries
-likes public play (at parties or dungeons, etc...)
-likes to laugh, talk, kiss, debate and get aroused all in the same paragraph
-cares about others and, at the very least, tries to do no harm
-capable of being independent & self sufficient
-able to be interdependent and work closely with a partner
-financially responsible
-likes to meet new people
-likes to help throw parties
I am the co-leader of The Chateau of NW Florida. The Chateau is like many of the groups I have attended over the years. A bunch of kinky people who enjoy learning more about our chosen lifestyle, and just making friends with other kinky people. We always welcome the new people, and love to see old friends too. Our group is a safe environment. If you have any questions about the local community, feel free to ask.
An active player in trying to get the kinky people out from in front of their keyboards to meeting face to face. Not an easy task, but one worth doing. One thing is certain, nothing can ever get boring in the lifestyle, so many kinks and so little time!
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Slave training:
This is an copy/paste from a message I sent out. The person was asking what training meant to them, wanted other people's view points.
Lets start with breaking of will. There is not breaking anyone's will. There is getting into a slaves head, knowing her heart, and taking her places she barely guesses she wanted to go. It starts with small daily things. Tasks given. Small things that will remind her daily that she is under control. Open communication, is key here. To listen, and learn the head and heart of the person. Obedience training begins with these small tasks. The 'breaking' of her will falls some place along here. I can't explain it, it is just seen and felt by the Master. Once there is enough trust and faith in the Master the slave will no longer desire to resist even the most horrible of commands.
By this point in training, daily routines will be in place. Since the beginning more and more daily demand have been placed upon the slave. Confidence should have been instilled in her, where she moves and acts as desired. There are really too many small steps to list here, but I am hitting the main ones.
Working outside would not be allowed for the first six weeks of training. After that, I would have confidence in my work as a Master to know my slave would please me not only in my presence but honor me in my absence. Living/sleeping could only be done at my side. Particulars like sleeping places would daily depend on the slaves actions and the Masters desires. They would range from my bed, to a cage, to sleeping on the bare floor. While daily routines would include chores, scheduled masturbation time, scheduled education time, the rest would depend on the individual and their needs to become a better slave.
In all, the beginning part of any slave training is the gaining of the slaves confidence and trust. With out both, I would not proceed, since the result would be tainted. After the submission of the slave is achieved, then it is time to remold her into the thing that is desired.
This is from my life experiences. No text book involved. Notice training is not about sex. It is about conquering the mind. |
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You must be right with You before You can embark with Them.......
~LadyEmmJay |
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I spent the last weekend in Orlando, at the WoodShed for the Lewbari rope suspension class. I added some pics from it. I got home after a long weekend and hurried up and put up my own suspension point. Added one pic of the suspension/ inversion I did tonight... practice makes perfect and I didn't want to lose anything I learned...
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So adding a few things here.
UltimateDomme
Has taken up the banner of pointing out stupid shit people are doing on collarme. Maybe she has a lot of time on her hands or maybe Chuck is pushing all of her buttons, who knows. But really read her journal, if you feel she is making fun of something you are also doing. Well... fix it. You wonder why you can't find a partner, it is probably cause you are doing it wrong, or atleast you could be doing it better
On a bet I asked her to tear up my profile. A few of my friends that are in the local community thought my profile was a little larger than life. But I am a little larger than life. Havn't had a change to rub it in their faces yet, but we have a big event going on this saturday in Fort Walton... I will surely come up with some way to make them pay.
http://cmsatire.blogspot.com/ |
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Wow, tomorrow is Party in the Panhandle II. The first one was a huge success. This second has almost 50 people showing. We will just see if I don't manage to lose my mind in the next 24 hours before it starts.
Added 09-08-10:
Party in the Panhandle II was a success. It is a lot of work to put on such a large party. I was a tired walking zombie during it. But I still managed to have fun.
I decided to host no more events in my home though. It is just too much. The cleaning before and after, the promotion, just all of it is not worth it in the end. Decided to just go back to attending parties at other people's homes and let them deal with it. |
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Party in the Panhandle...
A while ago I decided to throw a big BDSM party at my home. Using a different website than collarme (admit it, collarme sucks), I was able to post an event for all the local groups in the Panhandle of Florida. I had people from as far as Dothan, and Mobile show up.
I had over 50 people RSVP, but only 30 or so showed. It was potluck so there was tons of food. The people were great. All the work I put forth planning, and throwing the party became worth it. The party game I perverted was a huge success... Dominant Twister... next time I will have to get some ribbons.
I am trying to figure out when to throw the next party in the panhandle. But with FetishCon, FallBall and Halloween coming up, it will be a tight fit.
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I just added a new pic. Thing is, it is a truely awsome pic. I am making a stupid face in it and look retarded, but that is not what you should be looking at. The cane I am swinging had just impacted, you can see the perferctly straight cane curling away from the impact. And still see the beginnings of a wave forming on the bottom of my willing victim... |
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AMAZING!!!
Both sexilena41 and permEnslavement have the same pictures. They are the same girl. But, wait I was wrong. One is new to the lifestyle while the other has been in it 6 years. |
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Pics: I added some more pics of the toys I have made (with some quite awsome help). The cross is my newest addition, and I have to say they are a bitch to make. I wonder what piece of furniture I will make next... hmmm... any suggestions? |
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After reading in the 'toy making' forums on another site, I ran out and bought the materials to make rope floggers. I have one pictured on my profile.  |
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Recently I decided to build myself a spanking bench. More because I have always wanted to own my own BDSM furniture. So I put the pics up. I made it, and even did the upholsterly. Very proud of it right now, even though I see a million flaws in it.
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I have never had a problem dating in the vanilla world. All the relationships I have ever been have had the blessing of trust, and that has always allowed me to play the way I want to (most girls so love floggers and paddles). I have just found it hard to find a quality person that I like on sites like this, or even in the entire Atlanta BDSM community.
I prefaced this entry with that so I could talk about dating in the vanilla world. I have been on 8 first dates in the last three months (since moving back to Florida from Atlanta). Due to different reasons, I never became attracted to any of the women (even though it was I that asked them out). But, that finally changed last night. I went out with a girl that I only asked out because of her smile. I was plesantly suprised at the depth of her character and the quality of her mind. I found someone who I would gladly go out with more, just to learn more about them and if all is good then, to develop a relationship with.
As optimistic as that is, I know I really don't know how she feels. I know she doesn't like my smoking, and she is more of a health nut than I will ever be... So we will just have to wait and see. Of course the down side to that is she left this morning for a week long confrence in south Florida.
A good date means little without more time and communication. I am still looking. And will continue until I can make 'that' connection with someone, whether in the BDSM community or not! |
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A reply to my previous post:
"Just some insight as to why women disappear..If you are not strong..men on this site will scare you to death as most use it as a venue to get laid.. The deluge of emails is exausting. Most have no idea wht being a good Dom is. Many women like me have no experience and they prey on that...it has been exausting... "
To all the women on the site that have to put up with that crap, I am sorry! Men are pigs!
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Should I give them a name? It would be 'fly-by-night subs' or should it be 'yes/no slaves'.
What I am talking about is the girls that create a profile for a day, want to talk to you and then delete there profile. Now they still talk to me on IM, but as for the site they are gone. Citing that Collarme is too full of drama or just not for them. But in the end, with the few that I have come across, they just disappear for no good reason.
I will assume that they are looking, but unwilling to make it the least bit public, or they just want some temporary attention. Really, I assume that they are troubled souls, wanting something but afraid of it all at the same time. Not a thing I can do for them, and I am long past trying to rescue anyone.
BDSM is about want and trust. You want and desire some THING, but in the end, you really can't have it (not fully) without trust. No scene or play can really happen without the, er... lets say bottom for clarity sake, Bottom's complete confidence and trust in the Top. I know that statement is fully of holes but it conveys what I want. Anyways, my point is that if you can't trust yourself (and your own feelings) enough to show a face in the community then you will never be able to develop the trust nessessary to fully become that which you desire.
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Cruel Decisions
I long dreaded this slow and merciless walk,
My legs dragged and scrapped,
My heart heavy with guilt and sorrow,
And there she was,
My robin of the night air,
Red hair shining in the pale shadow of the moon,
A gentle smile gracing her innocent features,
The heave of her breasts told stories of want and desire,
I began, and she changed,
And her eyes, like buckets of water shined up at me
Through the long night those floods held back
Until I walked away, and I could hear the soft splashing of her grief
I dreaded this fast and proud walk,
My legs betrayed my fake confidence,
My mind racing with doubt and knowing,
And she was never there again. |
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I got a not so nice email from an African American Submissive regarding my comment in my profile about only wanting a white woman who only wants a white man.
Well, I know that the comment sounds rude, but that is how I feel. It is never frowned upon if an Asian person only wants to date and Asian, or any other ethnicity wanting to stay exclusive to there own race. But when a white person does it, it becomes an issue.
I will never allow the fear of being called a racist or anything of the such allow me to change my thinking at any point of my life.
It is not an issue when the 'N' word is used excessively in Rap music, or between African Americans in daily lives. But one white person uses it, it is considered a crime. I say that is bullsh*t. I will not become a victim of what is now called 'reverse racism' because someone's ancestors where slaves.
The African Americans have hidden behind that banner for two long. Take responsibility for your actions today. Life is about today, not lamenting over the crimes of people who were dead before you Great-Grand Parents were born.
And once again. If you don't like what I say, block my profile, or unplug your computer and never plug it in again. |
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I know I have not fully filled out my profile, but then again it is usually a picture that sparks someone's interest. So instead of talking about how funny I am and that usual droll nonsense that you can figure out after 5 minutes of chatting with me... here is a glimpse of my soul (written in a much darker time in my life)
The ride of life,
The fun the thrill,
I ride this beast,
Cold and unwanting,
Around and around,
Up and down,
As my calloused hand grip on for more and more,
My stalward and needing gaze looks forward for a new horizon,
Hopeful and ever forward I ride,
Drawing on the wisdom of the mid night cigarette,
The thoughtful dark time of contemplation,
Solid and thankless wisdom that only comes in the cold cold night,
What is around the next corner,
How may life change for needed want,
Watch the horizon comes again,
Crushed and holding my smile up again,
I must endure the same loop of my sad ride,
Oh, what shall I do. |
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| Age: 22 |
| Louisville,
Kentucky |
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