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In every girls life,
there is a force, a presence,
a Daddy, a Dominant
that she lives and breathes
to love and honor.  If you have read my profile prior to Dec 11, you might want to read it again, so much has changed for me sinse joining Collarme. Alot of that change has to do with the people here. I'm doing away with the cutsie profile, I need to be taken more seriously in my search. Please respect that and inquire if you too are serious about your search.
I am not here to look for attention that lacks elsewhere in my life and I am not here for cyber exchange. If we begin to exchange emails and then proceed to a phone call that does not make you my owner or Master. The title *Master* is much more than a Dominant in my eyes, a Master understands the dynamics of a D/s S/m partnership and has studied and educated himself of safe
practices.
A Master respects limits.
If you view that opinion any other way and are passing judgement on me right now then i am probably not the one for you..I have not even spoke of limits....yet.
I am not here in search of just a play partner, I seek a Dom that can be my friend, companion, lover, teacher, protector, Sadist, and Master. All that would require open and close communications to start with and if you are unable to provide that then i am
probably not the one for you.Its a wonderful thing to finally
understand your true self.
Even better to accept yourself for
your intended destiny.
I am a fun loving, intelligent person
but, don't let my quick wit and
polite demure fool you
because for the right Dom
I will give myself completely.
I will be putty in his hands
to mold and use as he desires.
My limits are few and I am driven
by a Dom with a stern commanding
voice and equally commanding actions,
one who is in complete control and
able to push my limits with
confidance and experience.
Strong firm hands with a soft touch
turn me on.
When you kiss me, pull my hair and
own me with your kiss.
It is important to me that the Dom
i serve is strong in heart and deep in emotion, knowing that what i offer is a gift.
~~(interested M/F couples)~~
I am very open to playing with other M/F couples as long as thier exsisting partnership is strong and they are both honest about thier desire to bring a third person into thier play. To be a little twisted is good. He should apperciate the appearance and sensual turn on of two women seducing each other for him. She should be equally submissive as i and share many of the same values in her submission.
I read all the messeges that
are sent to me.
If I don't reply please forgive me.
I do take the time to view the
senders profile and if it seems
there might be something furture
to discuss I gladly
send my reply. That way I am
not wasting your time or mine.
Thank you for taking the time
to view my profile...
"warm wishes and firm spankings"
{~ HisHeartsLilOne ~{
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Paddlers of Southern California aka PSC is a group for adults in the S. California area interested in the D/s, S&M, and BD lifestyle.
We are an active social group and have a munch the second Saturday of every month at a restaurant in Riverside. All types of BDSM discussions are welcomed but no playing is allowed at the munches as they are in public places.
We also host play parties regularly. PSC believes in only *Safe, Sane and Consenual* play and it is practiced at all of our parties.
If you would like more info on our
Paddlers of Southern California group
send me a messege. |
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Kinky Kampers will host it's first camp-out of the year May 20-22 at Camp Spanky in Lake Elsinore, Southern California...and everyone is welcome to attend!
The more, the merrier! Just let us know you'd like to attend, and the camp coordinator will send you the information.
There will be lots of spanking, lots of play, and lots of socializing with other people in our diverse lifestyles! |
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The Path The Quest
The traveler looks to the light to find the path. The path when
looked for will not be found. Yet the paradox of the path is when not
looked for it is under the feet of the traveler.
A rode less journeyed? Or did the footprints of those before fade?
If we do not knock will the door open? Or is the door open and we
refuse to pass its archway?
What is it we seek? A light? Is it the day? Or is this the bright
night and its light the moon?
The path a strange road full of twists, turns and fools. The path
leads and follows, never ending through the re-birth.
Birth, life, death birth is this a circle never ending? Or is the end
only the beginning?
The beginning is not the end but the lesson. This lesson will be
repeated until learned. The one thing we are to learn. The learning
is the lesson and the soul will aspire to growth.
The soul longs to walk the path. The path longs for the soul. In
seeking the soul we seek the spirit. In seeking the spirit we will no
longer war. In seeking the spirit we discover the quest of the path,
a path, Dharma. This is the road to the light. This light is the path
only when we seek the spirit will we find the path.
The path is one the path is many. Many lead to the path seek the
spirit we find the spirit. Finding the path we seek the spirit. In
this is the road a dark road, a light a lamp will light the way.
The meaning of all this?
The meaning is but one thing.
The meaning of the one thing?
That is only something you will know. |
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Since You Asked...
All that i write in response
about what i have done, experienced
is less significant than
what cannot be written...
That impossible-to-describe
doctrine of thought
or the intense link
between Dominant and submissive
which is either there
or is not
and to then explain why
it failed
and harder still
to ask one to explain it
to You?
impossible.....
..... It's an unavoidable Mystery.
i have experienced the physical
submission of my body
it is pleasurable but ultimately,
an empty thing without that mental
spark.
Not knowing me
one cannot see the
submission in my spirit,
the ache inside my brain
still left unfulfilled
to belong
serve proudly
be of use
and be owned
You cannot know
all that i
avoid saying
is not because
i'm hiding something
but how very difficult
a time i have
saying
what i want
what i need
who i once gave myself to
and why it is no more
or maybe i fear finally finding
the Dominant that
will know me
as well as i know myself,
and who'll collect
each drop of info
for future use
for His desires
and mine
....this is the hardest part of the journey.
wanting to zap the knowledge of
who i am and have been
into Your head
so You will just
know that
for me it's more than
being tied up
tied down
taken and marked by your whip
it's about loyalty
the meshing of our desires and goals
and the most important words
are the ones
followed up with
actions
please i beg You
don't read my words
see the effort i am making
to help You know me
with words...
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I am a precious toy
(currently out for repair)
brought to my breaking point to many
times and not repaired properly
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In cries, the clenching fire the tight knotting frees and sends me to the stars.
Trembling and panting to capture breath so swiftly stolen by His power.
His growls of delight resounding in my ear only adds to the delighted shudder.
Kneeling thighs so wide they hurt but nothing is left but that floating bliss.
It is in this, my pure slavery is felt. For my body was not touched but my mind.
Focusing my pure core to be the slave of His control.
He is the Puppeteer and His hand guides me and fills me and consumes me.
My orgasm for Him, not myself anymore.
What beauty is this to be His.
To only be able to hoarsely whisper..."Thank You Master"
To when asked..."How do you feel My slave?"
The only words that come trembling like jewels from my lips is..."Wow"
Life's Winding Path
It is odd. For myself i know my path has been interesting to say the least. People who i have met. People whom i have corresponded to. People who i never even have conversed with who have impacted my life. The people who will come into my life and make a difference.
In the past things have gone right or wrong. i can sit and examine each time and learn more about life and myself in them How i reacted to something. Maybe how i should have reacted. Maybe how an event shaped my desires, thoughts, happiness, time. Maybe how an event shaped my sadness in the same venue.
"I notice well that one stray step from the habitual path leads irresistibly into a new direction. Life moves forward, it never reverses its course." ~Franz Grillparzer~
i believe we are all on our path. A twisted and curvy path at times. Sometimes very uphill. Trudging in what feels like freezing cold. Hungry, tired, alone, wondering if we will ever see the sun. Other times along our path flowers bloom and the sun warms it's radiant fingers on our faces. We feel the warmth and we maybe see next to our path another's. We are not so lonely anymore. In fact we feel the embrace of love and perhaps a hand holding ours.
Sometimes on our path there are thorns and loose stones. splits and twists and things that jump out and scare us. Sometimes that makes us clutch harder ont he hand in ours. Makes us lean on them to help us over the bumps. Or maybe we pull away and run very hard and very far until it feels we can't even stand.
"I've already told you the only way to a woman’s heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure." ~Marquis de Sade~
Perhaps a path moves away from ours. Or weaves in and out of our lives touching in small or very monumental ways. Maybe fate's touch brings people into our lives. Then out of them again. We don't understand why. Maybe we are not meant to but to keep going forward. Remembering and learning from our path before. Continuing to live life to our fullest. Because maybe the road ahead will converge with ours and become the path that stays beside ours forever.
"They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream." ~Ernest Christopher Dowson~
Sometimes when we look at our choices from one path to another. We see the incline and storm clouds lingering overhead. The other path looks much easier and light. But something within us urges us tot he incline and clouds ahead. This is where maybe we choose the easy or the hard path. It changes our fates and maybe who's paths cross our way. Or maybe it is just a longer path around the mountain and we end up again on the same path down the road.
All i can truly know is i am on my path and will try and always stay positive and be helpful on my path through this life. Giving and being the woman and slave i can be.
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"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely
in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways,
thoroughly used, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming...
"Fuck, what a trip!" |
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"vanilla is good..
vanilla with fetishes is better,
and vanilla with fetishes and a whip,
with a working fundamental knowledge
of pain and application practices,
well dayum! its awesome!!!"
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Your touch brings me to life,
sends butterflies
to swirl and dance
deep in my belly,
I gaze with awe
into eyes
dark
with understanding,
wondering how
You can see so clearly
into my soul,
know
the longings, cravings
which go unanswered,
unfulfilled.
My dreams
become reality
when You command me
offering so much
that I have been missing.
When Your leather kisses my skin,
rain comes
searing, soaking
soothing
freed by my submission
to Your yearnings and desires.
Your dominance
a sculptor’s pick
chipping away fears
surrendering all that I am
to You,
for You
releasing the woman
I am meant to be.
by HisHeartsLilOne - Oct. 20, 2004
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I'm smiling today
and it feels nice.
I hope it's contagious...
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On My Knees
Down on my knees
eyes tightly closed
fingers locked behind
my back....
I await your arrival.
As each second comes closer
to our erotic meeting
my breathing becomes
deeper, and faster
like a wild tiger running
through the jungle.
My body trembles with
each waiting minute
as if a cool wind
dances ever so softly across
my body,
leaving me shaking and trembling.
uncontrollably.
Lips that are licked
as my hunger for you builds
so deeply inside.
as if a black panther
licks her lips...
awaiting to devour
her sweet treat.
My soul begins to fly
like a gentle butterfly
in flight.
sofly dreaming of
landing within your gentle hands.
Down on my knees
is where you will
find me..
patiently waiting
for you Daddy,
my Master,
my lover and best friend.
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