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FIRST: NO MEN
Currently seeking a submissive and preferably service-hearted girl. I am already in a deeply committed relationship with a switchy but mostly Dominant male who has given me his blessing to seek and play with a submissive woman, preferably someone who identifies as a slave. It is not my intention to necessarily share my slave, but would be open to it if the proper woman were to come along.
That being said, though I myself am a switch, I am seeking out this interaction (Fem Domme/fem sub) with another woman (and not a man) so that I can explore this unique dynamic.
Though I am open to a number of different situations, the ideal woman would be comfortable and not threatened by my unique existing relationship, would understand and crave her place as my pet. I would be thrilled beyond belief to find someone who was slave-hearted. All limits, I promise, will be respected. This is, in effect, an invitation into a happy, interesting situation, and no-one should respond who is uncomfortable with it.
Most important qualities for you: sincere submission, intelligence, ability to communicate and a desire to serve.
Sexy Geeks encouraged to apply! I am a geek of several types, notably web, science, literature, art, politics and philosophy.
Please write a decent letter of introduction and have a photo available either on collarme or email-able.
No men.
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Still seeking a submissive or slave....
Let me share with you a day in the life... your life. That might help make it more vivid. Today's day in the life of my female submissive, is just the morning ritual -- but I think you'll wish that you had just such a start to your day....
Let's pick up the story at the point where you are collared, but do not live with me. Since being a live-in slave would be reserved for only the most devoted, and not all would be free to explore such an arrangement, it makes it more realistic for all.... Some details will work for some of you, some will not. We have families, jobs and lives, after all.
It's 6:00 am.
You awake from your slumber, well-rested (since under my guidance you will take very good care of yourself!), naked except for my collar of consideration, and at peace. The room is simply kept, without clutter and is very clean -- because I say you should keep it that way.
You glance at my picture on the dresser as you slip out of bed, happy to have a place to focus your thoughts first thing in the morning.
You pad barefoot to the bathroom to pee, leaving the door open -- ritualistically -- to remind yourself that you have nothing to hide from me. You finish, wash-up, and return to the bedroom carrying a small hand-towel, placing it on the chest of drawers. From one of the drawers you select a tank top and shorts, both close-fitting sports apparel, and put them on the chair. You're not ready for your morning walk, oh no. Not yet.
From a drawer in your dresser, you select a small butt plug and lube, and place that on the dresser as well. You make your bed, and arrange the pillows. You stand before the mirror to begin your morning meditation.
Looking in the mirror, you squat, with your knees spread. You can't help but notice your pussy opening, bare, pink and already dewy, as you bend. Gingerly you balance, stretching different muscles, tightening others.
You take a deep breath, and balancing in the squat, you touch your feet.
"These feet, though they are mine, belong to Lady M."
You come into a plie position now, widening the distance between your feet, still squatting, all the while running your hands up your legs to where they meet at the soft bend of your inner thigh, saying, "These legs, though they are mine, belong to Lady M."
Gently and with precision, you come to a standing position, and reach out to embrace yourself at the shoulders, running your hands from the tops of your arms down to your fingers, as you say, "These arms, though they are mine, belong to Lady M."
You rest your hands, palms gently together at heart level now, then, palms up, you bring your hands to your head, saying, "This head, though it is mine, belongs to Lady M."
Then you take your hands and put them on your chest, near your heart and say, "This heart, though mine, belongs to Lady M."
You pause, smiling, as you gaze at yourself in the mirror. Your daily dedication is almost finished.
Next, while you watch yourself in the mirror, you caress your breasts, making light circles across the silky skin, until you arrive at your nipples. You tweak them, pull and roll them. As they turn into little diamond hard points, you say now, growing just a little breathless, "These breasts, though mine, belong to Lady M." As instructed, you pinch them quite hard now, just once each (since that's all you have permission to do!) and a small groan escapes your lips.
Now you take the butt plug and lube to the bedside table, and place it there, awaiting its use. From your bedside table, you take out another, smaller mirror, one side which magnifies.
You semi recline on your bed, getting comfortable against the pillows, and spread your legs wide, bringing your knees up as you do. You take the mirror and look at your pussy. You can see the dewiness glistening now, the inner lips darkening and distending now with your growing arousal. You study your pussy, wistfully knowing that what you are about to do will not end in orgasm.
Oh no. That is something for Lady M to witness, if she deems it proper. No, for now, as you recline, you spread the outer lips of your pussy, pulling the petals of your flower open as I have shown you. You balance the mirror on its metal legs, the better to use your two hands in the required, assigned ritual.
Next, as you gaze upon your vulnerable, slick pussy, open as can be, you take your index finger and very slowly insert it part way inside you. This is just a practicality. No real fun here. Mistress just wants you to get your juices spread all over your pussy, so you dip in, feeling the velvet interior of you, and bring out with your finger, some of your slick excitement, softly, gently, you touch your clit, rubbing in tiny circles.
"This pussy, this CUNT, this Yoni, though mine, belongs to Lady M." You say the words slowly, for you know full well that you may only touch yourself like this as long as you are reciting the words.
It is torture to stop. Your pussy clenches and unclenches, desperate for my strap on, your clit desperate for my tongue, which truth be told, you haven't even felt yet! I've told you, that is a very special ritual, for girls who are both collared *and* further along in their training.
You take the lube and the small red butt plug from the night-stand now, and squeeze a small amount of the lube onto your fingers. You put the butt plug on the bed next to you for a moment, so that you can complete this next step.
Lying back on the pillows, you again spread your legs. You moan as you see your puffy pussy lips and shiny wetness all over you. Next you slide down onto a firm pillow to raise your ass into position. Watching yourself play with your ass is a little more difficult...one hand holds the mirror, since your pelvis is tilted awkwardly.
You rub the lube around the tight pink hole, not just yet penetrating your ass, rubbing all around the sensitive tissue on your perineum, and your asscheeks. Soon your ass *and* pussy are pulsating, begging for use.
Your breathing grows ragged as you grab the butt plug, apply more lube directly to it, and roll over onto your stomach, abandoning the mirror now. Gently you poise the tip of the slippery butt plug at the gate of your asshole, poised to plunge, as you are allowed, once a day, into your twitching, pink rectum. "This ass, though mine, belongs to Lady M!"
You can't resist it now, you ram the small plug where you want it to go. You're not supposed to, but you do thrust it and out savagely a few times, so aroused are you now, reduced to wanting to fuck your ass with that small red plug, eyes clenched shut, face smashed hard on the comforter, your cunt dripping, remembering the last time I fucked your ass from behind...and how much bigger *that* thing was than this.
This too has an end, and it isn't orgasm. Reluctantly, you open your eyes, and shuddering, now thrust the plug as far as the flange will allow it into your asshole. Your sphincter grabs it tight, as if it too is gasping.
You rise, grab the towel to cleanse your hands before dressing, and now carefully put on the tight exercise shorts and tank top. You don your socks and running shoes and stand again before the mirror. You turn so your ass is visible in the mirror, marveling, as you always do, that the plug can't be seen at all.
You move to the window, part the shades and open the window, as sunlight, cool morning breezes and birdsong filter into the room. You stop again to smile at the picture on the dresser, hoping this is the weekend that you get to spend some more time with me.
Purposefully you stride to the front door, and closing the door behind you, turn to the stairs where you do knee bends and squats to stretch before your morning walk. All the while you're conscious of the butt plug, and clench your ass around it, feeling its rubbery hardness still penetrating you.
Into the cool spring morning, you walk now, each step gently caressing you inside, walking, walking, walking, until your forty-five minute circuit through your tree-lined neighborhood is done, past the market where you wave to the college kid opening up and sweeping the sidewalk, past the patio of the restaurant where I first kissed you, my teeth lingering just hard enough on your lower lip, past the library where I made you take out all those books to read that made you blush.
Breathing hard, skin glowing with sweat, you arrive home and let yourself back in. Smiling you walk to the hamper in the bathroom and disrobe. A little bit sadly, you remove the butt plug and take care of it as I showed you, and leave it to dry.
You turn on the shower and enter, the water cascading over your body still tingling with the blood flow of the walk. You wash joyfully, carefully and respectfully -- always taking great care to cleanse consciously those parts most sacred to me.
You turn off the water, exit the shower and put on a towel and return to the bedroom. It is 7:30 am! Mission accomplished. You have done your morning ritual in the time allotted, and dry off, ready to move on with the rest of your day.......
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I hope you've enjoyed this little fantasy. It's not a boilerplate, one-size-fits-all approach, but an inkling of the kind of thinking and care I would afford the right woman.
Are you ready to serve? Are you ready to become the best "you" that can be? That the woman who should respond to me.
I'm waiting.
~ Lady M
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To clarify what may seem like a rigid or unfriendly stance, let me say this: I have many friends of all genders and power-polarities on CM, and really don't want to limit what gender contacts me via collarme mail - all the mail from my male friends would end up in my bulk folder! So I get miffed when I get messages from men who either don't read my profile or who, having read it, choose to disregard the details.
I have nothing against men. It's just that I already have one! I love my discussions via email on D/s topics with friends of all genders, and like the privacy it affords outside of the more public forums.
It's the mail from men which seems to objectify me, seeing in me only fodder for their own arousal and satisfaction or selfish interests that I find frustrating.
Those men who approach me for friendship and kinship are always responded to with respect and open-ness. It's the ones who merely swear at me, tell me that all I need is some good man-cock, or who want what they want without regard to what I have delineated in my profile who are really annoying.
People frequently use the buffer of the internet to engage in social behavior they never would dare do in public.
Would you go up to a Domme at a play party, take out your cock and ask her to dominate you so you could get off? no, I didn't think so.
Same old story, same internet, same dysfunctional behavior.
Grownups with manners welcome :)
Lady M
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To the idiot male who just contacted me, no, I will not put your name on a bathroom stall!
Grr!
I really wish there were a way to completely screen out men on here. I get so frustrated with those who waste my time, even if it's the time it takes to block and delete someone.
Lesbian slaves: Your needs are unique. I want to own you, mold you, use you, torment you...mentally and physically. If you want to serve a brilliant, busy, skilled, demanding Goddess, then by all means, don't keep me waiting.
I'm not trying to snooker anyone into a three-some, I actually am quite selfish and want your mouth (and the rest of you) all to myself.
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That's it. I'm convinced there are no real bi- or lesbian subs/slaves on Collarme. I sent a thoughtful message to someone I thought looked as if she might be a compatible match. Respectful, direct, and up-front. Not only is there no response (which would be fairly easy to process, it's unfortunately par for the course on here) but she seems to have deleted her profile and winked out of existence.
Would it have killed her to say, you know what? I'm out of my mind. I'm not really looking to be owned by someone, I don't want to be a slave, everything in my profile is bullshit, sorry for wasting your time. But not a word. Just gone.
I'm seriously thinking it might be time to cast a wider net, not as local. Because this is driving me bananas! I guess she wouldn't have made a very obedient slave, if she lacks common courtesy, but still, it stung (yes, Tops can feel hurt when you act like an ass!)
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I'm pretty sure this type of stipulation is what earned me a "FUCK YOU" by mail recently, but ONE MORE TIME: no men. No men. No men. No men. I HAVE ONE. I don't need another. Guys, put yourself in my guy's shoes. If you were him, wouldn't you want me all to yourself? :)
I'm sorry so many find this frustrating or disappointing. ALL I am looking for is a female slave (preferable) or submissive (acceptable). You know why, guys? I don't want your plumbing. I want boobies and pink, wet, quivering pussies. Sorry guys.
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It amazes me that there is fraud even amongst the Lesbian profiles. I just found two profiles with *identical* text.
I don't know why there are so few bi- or lesbian slaves and submissives on here. Are they not venturing outside their lesbian social circles? Those circles can be tight, I know.
I would love to know the secret...I know there are leather lesbians out there! I've met a few at community events, at Fleas and clubs.
I want a highly intelligent, well-spoken, well-read, sexy female sub. Preferably lesbian and I'm open to butch/femme, really. Being slave-hearted and smart with a good sex drive is really the most important thing.......
Lady M
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There seem to be very few submissive women seeking Dommes on here.
Still looking for a sexually expressive, very bi submissive who loves to please.
My current fantasy involves a naked bound young lady spread eagle on a St. Andrews cross, accepting the lashes of my flogger alternating with the nip of my teeth.
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Be real. That about sums it up tonight....
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Why are lesbian submissives in such short supply? Are they all on some super secret Lesbian Only website that I don't know about?
There do seem to be more in Boston and New York, and that's hardly surprising. Those are big cities, and also have a greater concentration of queer culture.
Lesbian slaves seem to be even more rare. Again, I'm really not surprised. We're talking a subset of a subset on that one.
Nothing would make me happier than a bright, perky boi slave, eager to please in every way. Someone equally happy with oral servitude, doing laundry or being filled with my strap-on cock. Is that so much to ask?
If you bisexual girls feel up to it, especially youngish soft butches, for goodness sake, come out, come out wherever you are!
I do love femme-y girls, too, the kind that squeal and beg for mercy with their eyes (since gags do put an end to verbal complaints).
Doms, if you've got a girl you'd like schooled in the art of serving a woman, for heaven's sake, push 'em out of the nest and into my lap! I'll return them used but shiny happy.
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Ha! You know what I love? I love it when the same tard contacts you like 4 times across 2 or 3 different services and you say no every single time. Especially when its a guy and you say you're not looking for a guy. Especially when that guy hasn't been viewing your profile, and has merely sent a quick note. Way to go, evil genius.
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| Age: 22 |
| London,
United Kingdom |
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