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Hello. I am glad you could make it. Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. Yes, I know why you are here. There is a deep longing inside you to please someone. A deep longing to obey him. A deep longing to hear him tell you what to do. A deep longing to find that someone to whom you will give authority to. That someone who will not hesitate to strictly enforce rules for your to follow. He is someone who cares deeply for you. He cherishes you and is honored by the gift of submission you have given him. Your gift comes with a great responsibility, which is something he never takes for granted. Your painstaking effort to please him is matched only by his effort to stimulate those intense places of power within you. To intensify those drives which will allow you to grow into the woman we both know you can become. He respects you. He admires your bravery in relinquishing control. He admires your intense desire and effort to please. He protects and takes care of you, always. He is here to guide you down the path you were destined for. He will support you in that journey, regardless of where you ultimately find yourself. He is not afraid to empower you, in fact he insists on it. He is confident that his bond with you is strong and that you will not stray. Yet, he understands that journeys sometimes end with lovers parting. While this is sad, he knows that the two of you will always be connected on a spiritual level, regardless of physical separation. And he will be grateful for the time you have given him. Am I close? I hope so. I would love to hear from you, whatever your background and personal desires are. I would love to hear about your experiences- both in disappointment as well as in triumph. If you are new to this and looking for explore, I would me more than willing to help you along your journey. From giving advice, offering friendship, or simply listening. They last one I am quite good at. I am fascinated by what draws people in to this world, and I am open to speaking to all who would like to. I am interested in meeting women from the entire range of the spectrum- from slave through Goddess. I respect the desires from all sides and I await with great interest those that are inside of you.
[Original Text, all still valid:]
Barely a whisper, barely a touch, the slight sensation of my warm breath against your neck. Your heart quickens, your ears begin to ring, your vision blurs, you mouth fills with moisture and that special taste that comes only when you are taken to that special place ... your resistance has finally given way ... Greetings to all in the "lifestyle" and those who are just curious to see what is out there. I am interested in meeting women of all orientations online for friendship and to discuss opinions on the lifestyle, as well as experiences. I am open to meeting in the future but I am not planning on rushing anything; I am looking primarily for friends at the moment. I am dominant and ideally seek a submissive woman for a life partner. However I am a firm believer in equality in regard to respect between myself and my sub. I actually feel that to submit takes a tremendous amount of bravery and I always feel special inside every time a woman gives herself to me in this way. I also do not characterize myself as a switch, but I would consider submitting to the right woman. This may seem odd for a Dom, however I think the alternative is worse. I bet that still seems odd, but allow me to explain. Suppose I introduced myself as a "Dom" and said "I am always dominant in every relationship all the time ... I am always in control." To me that would sound a little sad- I mean wouldn't that make me sound like a coward if I never would allow myself to give up control? To me, it would. So, while I do not expect to submit ever, I would still consider it. If for no other reason to prove my devotion to my future pet. Another thing I am not into is "poly." To me, a Dom who is into this aspect of the lifestyle (who insists his subs remain exclusive with him), is the epitome of insecurity. What else could one need with such a goal other than an external validation of his own sense of worth? I am specifically speaking to those who are dominant (female or male) and use their influence to justify other partners while denying a sub her free will to choose and find the right Dom for her. In the end a Dom needs to respect his sub, and if he neglects her for another, then he is not respecting her. Without feeling respect herself, she cannot have respect for him, either. I do not write this to judge others, simply to give you a sense of my philosophy and the way I view the lifestyle. I will fill out more on this later to show what my interests are (although listing them off like they have us do is a little tedious). I do have many interests outside the lifestyle as well. I hope to meet many of you online soon ... and, who knows, maybe someday in person? ;) ~~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING Any institutions or individuals using this site or any of its associated sites for studies or projects - You DO NOT have permission to use any of my profile, pictures, or other material posted on this site(including discussion thread posts and blogs) in any form or forum both current and future. If you have or do, it will be considered a violation of my privacy and will be subject to legal ramifications. It is recommended that other members post a notice similar to this or you may copy and paste this one into your profile ~~~~~~~~~~~

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2/18/2016 2:31:46 PM
For those of you interested in a little e-book escape from reality, please take a look at my latest short-story "First Night."
<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/616336/">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/616336</a>

I hope you all enjoy it. Feel free to contact me with any comments/questions/criticism/suggestions, etc.

<a href="Osthanes@gmx.com">Osthanes@gmx.com</a>


4/12/2012 5:56:23 PM

The perfect scenario?  That is a tough one, but here goes:

I arrive home from work, overworked and tired.  I unlock the door and find you before me, only feet from the threshold, kneeling, eyes cast downward.  You are naked, save your sweet collar that you wear always for me, in private.  I walk over to you, pet your hair softly and tell you to rise.  As you do, my grip tightens in the tangled hair from the back of your head.  I firmly, but not unkindly, pull, forcing your face upwards.  You are unsure as to what is coming next, until you feel the warmth of my mouth against your sweet lips.  My tongue invades you, as I slowly work it deeper to the back of your throat.  I grab your hair tighter and pull harder, making you moan.  I cannot help but love the sensation of the muffled moan as the vibration makes its way to my own throat.  I am kissing you even harder now, sucking you, literally drinking you.  You then feel my other hand grip your throat, above your collar, and find your body pressed against the wall behind you.  It is cold against your bare exposed back and you let out another moan- higher pitched this time, again a lovely sensation in my throat.  I then press my body tightly against yours, restraining you between me and the wall.  You can feel how hard I am through the fabric of my pants, and instinctively spread your legs and wrap them around my waist.  Without even unclasping my belt, or unbuttoning my pants I thrust against your wet and impossibly hot pussy.  It is only then, that I finally remove my lips from yours and hear you scream in ecstasy.  You cannot even believe how fast I made you climax.  Every day you become more and more amazed at how I can stimulate you in ways that no one else has ever been able to.  Until you met me, you found it hard to achieve orgasm, but those days now feel like another lifetime.

Your mind wanders and drifts to the sweet memories of our first meeting, how nervous you were, but how I made you feel safe, immediately.  You had been burned in the past and had a hard time trusting me at first, but quickly warmed up.  Before long you were focused on pleasing me in every way you could.  You began to crave my control over you, seeking more and more as the days progressed.  You smile when you think of the mature woman you are, and yet ask for my permission for almost everything.  Now every minute is dictated by me.  When you wake, when you sleep, what you wear, what you eat, when you study ... you have literally ached inside wanting to give up this control, but it is hard to trust someone so deeply.  But for the first time in your life, you now know you have given yourself to the right person.  You trust me fully and want nothing more than to please me.

Your mind drifts back to the present.  You are back on your knees, before me, and your eyes become wide when you see the wet spot in the front of my pants, in front of my cock, pressing against the fabric, as if in defiance.  You have always gotten so wet with me, but lost yourself and did not think about staining my suit pants.  Before you worry further, you instinctively unbuckle my belt, unhook my pants, unzip them with your teeth, slide them down, until they fall to my ankles.  You kiss my hard cock through the fabric of my black boxer-briefs - and taste the pre-cum that darkens them with a stain the size of a dime.  You then slide my briefs to just under my ass, then in the front, to just under my balls, causing my cock to spring up to your face; you eagerly enclose your mouth around it, savoring the firmness and heat.  Before long, I can't resist gripping you by the hair on the top of your head and thrusting my cock deeper down your throat.  I thrust harder and harder, then press against your throat, holding your head down so that my cock invades deeper and you can't breathe.  Your ears begin to ring and blood rushes to your head ... you start to see flashes of light and are almost certain you will pass out, but right at that moment I pull back and you gasp and suck in a deep breath, feeling lightheaded as you are forced to take in more deep breaths, making a sound almost like a seal.  Your respite is over, though and my cock invades your mouth once again ....

It is now later in the evening, you have made a wonderful dinner meal and delight at my compliments on your cooking.  You came to me barely knowing how to boil water, but I have trained you so well, you are now nothing less than a true Gourmand.  You contemplate with fondness how pleased I have become with your progression as my sub.   You love how much I appreciate your efforts to be nothing short of perfect.  You smile when you think of how much my approval means to you .... You are now on your knees on the carpet, next to me.  I am sipping a glass of Riesling you brought me earlier, sitting in my favorite living room chair.  After massaging my shoulders I had pointed to the floor, and you assumed the position you are in.  Now I am stroking your hair, and gently guide your cheek against my thigh. I continue to pet you softly.  Your body is tingling as you lay your head in my lap.  You close your eyes and rest, before you fall asleep you hear my voice say those words you crave to hear from me.

"I am so proud of you." 


2/14/2012 1:19:51 PM

Ladies, here's a tip:  While most of you are intelligent enough to figure this out on your own, I feel the need to post this for the growing minority of you who are not.  A picture of you giving the middle finger to the camera is NOT ATTRACTIVE!  Seriously, who ever thought it would be?  Forgive the off-colour term, but giving the middle finger to the camera makes you look like something of a retard.


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anita01
 
 Slave, Age:  23
 London, United Kingdom
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