Collarspace.com

Horizontal Line
Vertical Line
Horizontal Line

Horizontal Line

NymeriaGreywind

Vertical Line

Hello everyone. I'm giving this site a try because why not? What's life without a bit of adventure? Friends are always lovely, but unless you're looking for some online thing only, anything beyond friendship can only happen with someone local to me (within about 2 hours) who is over 25 and under 45. I'm open to couples but am more hesitant because lots of people try poly but not lots of people are successful at poly.

Horizontal Line

7/7/2016 4:11:03 PM
A different story because I can :-)

The woman who she was considering for her slave sat at her feet dutifully, curled against her legs.  She threaded fingers through the slave's hair, relaxed while some show played in the background, but she was bored.  The slave had done quite well so far today, tackling cleaning the entire house and making dinner.  Still though, she wanted a bit of excitement; she had not had any all day.  Besides, any slave could clean and cook; that alone was not worthy of the reward she wanted to give the slave.  The slave needed to do more.

Threading the slave's hair til she had a gentle but firm hold on the slave's hair, she pulled on it and forced the slave to look up at her.

"I'm bored.  Entertain me."

"Yes, M'am.  What type of entertainment would you like?"

She thought for a moment, when inspiration struck.

"Go get your laptop, and log onto your Collarspace account."

A look of confusion passed over the slave's face, but the slave knew better than to argue.

"Yes, M'am."

Recently having earned the right to walk instead of crawl, the slave made her way to what would be her bedroom if M'am decided she was worthy enough to stay.  The slave pondered what M'am had in mind but felt reassured in the fact that, while still in this stage of training, she could invoke a safe word if things went past her limitations.  Grabbing the laptop from the desk quickly, she walked back into the living room.  This time, she knelt at M'am's feet as she did what was asked.

"Now, make a new journal entry stating the following: 'Hello everyone.  Mistress seeks entertainment tonight by humiliating her slave in front of someone on Skype webcam.  Her slave will be wearing a mask to hide its identity, and you will not be able to see Mistress.  She will be present though, and you will be able to hear Her.  With Her guidance and aid, you will be able to order this slave around. Pain related and sex related activities are both permitted.  This slave will gladly prove its reality to you if you require it.  The first person to send this slave a message will be the winner.  Good luck to everyone."

Hands shaking with intense nerves, the slave wrote out the message verbatim then hit the button at the bottom.  There, it was for all eyes to see now.

"Go get the full face mask from the toy chest while I wait and see who responds first."

"Yes M'am."

Once away from M'am's hearing, she breathed deeply, trying to settle her nerves while she grabbed the mask.  It was in the style of a full Venetian mask, without the particularly large plumage or noses many of those masks have; simple, elegant, and effective.

Walking back, M'am turned to her and smiled a wicked grin.

"You have a winner!  A 58-year-old male Dominant from halfway across the country.  He claims to enjoy many things, particularly making slaves do humiliating tasks.  Sounds perfect, no?"

"Yes, M'am, if he pleases You.  It will be an honor to debase myself to him for You."

"Well said, aside from saying 'myself'.  You haven't earned that right yet, remember?  People who call themselves 'myself' get to sit on furniture, wear bras and panties, sleep on a bed, and many other things.  You have no such rights, do you?"

"No M'am.  This slave has no such rights."

The slave's cheeks reddened, both in embarrassment and fear of a punishment.

"Quite right.  This Dominant will have fun coming up with a punishment for you, I'm sure."

The slave's eyes widened, but she said nothing.

"Kneel up properly and reply to this Dominant promptly.  Ask him if you can use lipstick instead."

"Yes, M'am."

Kneeling, the slave read His message.

"Hello, girl.  I would be glad to help your Mistress humiliate you.  I have spent 25 years cultivating the perfect techniques to make any slave feel like the subhuman that they are.  If I am the winner, I look forward to you reply.  To show Me that you are real, I require that you write 'Whore' with today's date on your stomach with a permanent marker and send Me a picture."

The slave's stomach knotted in fear, but she quickly opened the screen to reply to him.

"Thank you for Your interest in humiliating this slave.  You have won Mistress' contest.  Mistress asks that the writing be in lipstick rather than permanent marker.  If that is acceptable to You, please let this slave know."

His reply was swift.

"That is acceptable, slave.  You must address me as 'Sir' or 'Master from now on, though."

Mistress read over his reply.

"You did not call Him 'Sir', you foolish slave?!  Your punishment will have to be doubled then."

"Yes, M'am."

"Go get the lipstick, and hurry!"

"Yes, M'am!"

The slave all but ran to get it.  Bright red was the only color allowed her, so it was easy to locate.  Returning fast, she stood in front of M'am and lifted her dress.  Holding it carefully, the slave wrote 'Whore', along with the date.  The slave's face reddened as she wrote on her stomach.

"Turn on the webcam and take the picture already!  Kneel for Him too.  Oh, and lift the dress higher.  He deserves to see those tits after you disrespected him."

"Yes, M'am!"

Kneeling in front of the webcam, holding her dress up with one hand, she took the picture.  Looking at it, the slave was mortified.  The slave's waxed pussy was clearly visible, as were her breasts.  The slave knew she must press on, and be quick about it.  Attaching the picture to a message, she typed back, "Attached is the picture You requested.  This unworthy slave apologizes for not calling You 'Sir' or 'Master'.  Mistress assures You that this slave will be punished for its transgression against You."

His reply was almost instant.  All he sent was his Skype name and "Hurry up."

"Put on the mask, fool, and log in.  Keep the dress lifted so He can see the message."

"Yes, M'am."

Soon, the slave found herself typing in the mystery Dom's Skype name and connecting to his webcam.  The slave's first thought upon seeing Him was that He looked very handsome for a man of his age; she'd have guessed Him ten years younger.

"Hello, Sir," M'am said from off-screen."

"Hello, Madam.  Your slave is lovely looking, especially with that shaven pussy and those huge tits."

"Thank you, Sir.  It's waxed actually.  Its first task was to go get every hair off anywhere that was not its head."

"You call your slave 'it'?"

"Yes, it has not earned any other pronouns aside from you yet, have you slave?"

"No, M'am.  This slave has not proven itself worthy yet."

"Tell Him what else you are not worthy of."

"Sir, this slave is not worthy enough to wear a bra or panties, to use any of the furniture in M'am's home, to use words such as 'myself', to use silverware, to have pubic hair, to wear a collar, and to choose its clothing.  Privileges are things slaves must earn, Sir, according to M'am."

"She is quite correct.  Slaves are lower than dogs, lower than dirt.  The only names appropriate for slaves are ones that remind them of their low value, such as bitch, cunt, whore, etc.  Now, bitch, I believe you stated that you would be punished for not calling me 'Sir'?"

"Yes, Sir."

"First though, I must see what I am working with.  Take off that dress, and sit in front of Me with those legs spread wide."

"Yes, Sir."

Being careful to navigate around the mask, the slave slipped the dress off over her head then sat on the carpet properly, spreading her legs wide.

"Wider, bitch.  And, position your ass and camera so that I can get a good look at that cunt."

"Yes, Sir."

It was awkward trying to make the angle right, but finally all the webcam showed was her slightly glistening pussy.

"Good, bitch.  Spread those cunt lips wide."

"Yes, Sir."

The slave obeyed, letting this stranger see her cunt more intimately than most anyone.  The slave's face could not have been more red from embarrassment.

"Do not talk anymore unless I ask you a question or order it.  You're not worthy of speaking to me, yet.  Now, shove two fingers up that cunt."

Breathing deeply, the slave shoved two fingers roughly up her cunt.  It burned painfully.

"Nice.  I have a few ideas for things to shove up there.  Now, cunt, you need punishing, yes?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Why do you need punishing?"

"Because this slave referred to itself as 'myself' earlier today and because this slave did not call You Sir."

"There's another transgression to punish?  I'll have to be very harsh with you.  M'am, do You have a banana and a wooden hairbrush?"

"Yes, Sir, I do."

"Would You mind retrieving them for Me while I order this bitch to slap its cunt sharply until Your return?"

"Not at all, Sir.  I'll even walk slowly so it slaps that cunt more."

"Perfect.  Thank you, M'am."

"You're welcome, Sir."

M'am walked away, sauntering and grinning, to retrieve those items.

"Get to work, bitch.  Slap that cunt over and over again."

The slave obeyed, slapping her cunt repeatedly for what felt like an eternity.  Tears fell from her eyes from the sheer humiliation of it all, along with the pain.  The slave's cunt got wetter with each slap, making almost squishy sounds by the time M'am returned.

"I hear a wet cunt, slave.  Stop slapping it for a moment and spread those cunt lips so He can see clearly what a slut you are.  And, just so you know, I grabbed many more things that He can use against you, including the clamps."

"What type of clamps are they?"

"Nipple clamps that connect to a clit clamp, Sir."

"Perfect!  Once this bitch shows me that dripping pussy, those can be fastened and the punishment will begin."

The slave's heart pounded.

*To be continued.*

7/4/2016 8:13:00 AM
So, I didn't realize I'd have to clarify this, but the story thing on here is just that, a story. It's not a reflection of my reality or even something I would want to happen. Part of writing, for me, is to take ideas and explore them, draw them out and see where they may go. If you want to know what my interests are, ask.

5/31/2016 4:39:31 PM
Next part of the story.

She took calming breaths, having no idea what this man may have in store for her.  He placed a hand firmly on her back, holding her down to the table.  Without any warning, he smacked her ass hard enough for it to jiggle and sting immediately.  It hurt, more than she expected someone would start with, but she remained steadfast save a gasp of pain.  Several more smacks crashed against her ass, instantly warming it.  She wanted to cry out, but He had taught her well.  He had taught her crying out so early on in a punishment would only lead to worse things, like a clamp stuck to her tongue or anal without even spit for lubrication.

He released his hold, but she suspected he was not done yet.

"Hands clasped behind your back, cum dump."

She moved her hands, as ordered, wondering what this man would do next.  Turning her head as she heard him step away, she watched him walk over to a table where He had laid out all the implements that could be used on her this evening.  Some were tame, some were fun, and some were torture.  This man went for something that could do both, a classic wooden paddle.  It was thinner than her favorite one, which made her lick her lips nervously.  This would sting.

He showed her no mercy, smacking her ass with that paddle with power behind the smack.  She gripped her hands together tightly, probably too tightly, but she knew that she must not let go.  Not for anything in the world.

This man, this brutal man, rained smacks down upon her til she could no longer keep to soft noises.  A choking sob wrenched from her, followed by shouts that threatened to turn to screams.  She was letting Him down, she knew, and it made her want to collapse on the floor in tears.  He was not without some patience, but He had high standards for her.  He let her cry for the fiber glass cane he'd whip her with til she bled.  He'd let her scream for that gigantic plug, bigger than a man's fist.  But not for some paddling.  But, this hurt, so much more for reasons she could not explain.

The smacks stopped suddenly.  He left her and walked back to the table, and she was too focused on her pain to see what was coming.

"Open your damn mouth, fucking piece of shit whore."

She opened wide, fearful of this man, yet wanting to cry again as she felt exactly what he'd called her.  He unzipped his fly, springing his cock free of his pants; and, he shoved it roughly down her throat.  She gagged at first but quickly adjusted and breathed from her nose.  He pinched her nose and shoved down her throat repeatedly with a decent amount of force behind it.  She couldn't breathe, now slobbering all over him and struggling against him.  She almost unclasped her hands when he removed himself from her throat.

Taking deep, gaping breaths, he walked back behind her.  Taking a fistful of her hair, he rammed his cock in her ass.  She groaned loudly as he fucked her ass with complete abandon.  Her tits jiggled wildly with the movement, but she still kept her hands together.  She had to keep this one command; she would not disappoint Him further.

She heard him moan loudly as cum shot into her asshole.  He kept a tight hold of her hair til every last drop was in her.  Releasing her when he was finished, he laughed.

"So, a slut does have uses.  Get on your knees and clean me.  You may unclasp your hands now."

Finally releasing her hands, she used them to help her off the table and to her knees.  Revulsion hit her like a wave, but she obeyed without hesitation, cleaning every last trace of her from his cock.  He removed his cock from her mouth and walked away.  Not bothering with his pants, knowing he'd use her again before the evening was over, he sat back down on the couch.

The man who had smacked her ass before smiled at her.

"Come over here, whore, come ride my cock.  Watching your ass fucking has me hard."

She realized his pants were gone, his long, curved cock pointing proudly at the ceiling.  Crawling over from her kneeling position, his voice came again.

"Wait, slut.  Put a finger in that cunt of yours and lick it for me."

Reaching between her knees, she scooped a large amount of pussy juice and licked it off her finger like a cat with cream.

"Good slut.  You may cry and beg, but your cunt doesn't lie, does it slut?"

"No, Sir."

"Good.  Now, get on my cock."

She got up and straddled him, pushing herself down in a timed manner down his shaft, letting him enjoy every inch.

"That's nice, slut, but start bouncing fast.  I want to see those tits bounce as you fuck me."

"Yes, Sir."

And, she obeyed.

*To be continued*

5/28/2016 4:46:19 PM
It was a big night for her.  This was the very first time He invited friends over that knew exactly what a dirty slut she was, and He expected her to show them all he had not been exaggerating.  The evening would begin with her greeting each of them at the door, wearing absolutely nothing, to take their coats and show them to the living room.  Then, she would bring in the bottles of wine, all kept chilled in a bucket of ice, and pour each of them a glass.  She would bring in the snacks she prepared earlier, and from there, she would truly entertain them.

And, so far, all of that had gone off well, pleasing Him.  All forms of contact were allowed these men.  One had squeezed a breast when she answered the door.  Another had moved her in the doorway so anyone on the street could see her shame, or lack thereof, laughing as her nipples got hard from the chill of an autumn evening.  Two had been grateful for her service, enjoying being treated well and knowing she'd continue to do so all night long.  Another had delivered a sound spank on her ass as he moved past her.  And, they all touched her in some way as she poured the wine, though they were all sympathetic enough not to jostle her so much that she might spill.

He said nothing to her, did nothing to her, just watched her and conversed with His guests.  He had no plans to touch her until His guests were gone.  Then, He would punish or reward, depending on how well she behaved.  He had faith in her; He had trained her well.

"Come here, girl," one of the men who'd been polite earlier ordered.  Immediately, she walked over to him and stood before him with eyes downcast and hands clasped behind her back.

"Such nice tits," he commented, "Present them to me."

Kneeling before him, she held one in each hand for his inspection.  He pinched each nipple hard, making her almost cry out.

"Let go of them."

She immediately clasped her hands behind her back again.  Without preamble, he started slapping them, not hard enough to turn them red, but enough to make them swing about and smart.  Squeezing her nipples again, he asked, "You enjoy this, don't you little slut?"

"Yes, Sir."

Laughing, he stood up and stripped off his pants and his underwear in one fell swoop, revealing his semi hard cock to her.

"Suck my cock, slut, so I can cum on those tits of yours."

She obeyed most readily, sucking on it greedily like it actually tasted good in her mouth.  She sucked him hard and fast, driving him towards orgasm as he requested.  It did not take long for him to become hard and throbbing, start thrusting in her mouth.  He ripped her away from his cock moments before release, and released his hot cum all over her tits.  She stayed still, letting him soak in the view.  After a few moments, he smiled and said, "Scoop my cum off your tits.  It should be enjoyed like our wine."

And, so, she obeyed.  His cum was too salty for her tastes, but she scooped it all up with her fingers and ate it.

The one who had exposed her in the doorway looked at her with a predator's gaze.  Before she'd thought to get up, he had her up by her hair and bent her over the table in front of them.

"Spread your legs, whore."

She spread them wide, giving the room a good view of her pussy.  She felt the cold air on it, knowing she'd gotten wet from the activity so far.

"You were right; she's a slut all right.  Only a slut would be so wet from having someone's cum on her tits.  Personally, I think sluts should always be punished."

*To be continued.*
 

5/11/2016 9:23:56 PM
Wow, what a lovely reception by so many people! Sorry if a few of you didn't get replies. It's my bedtime, so I wanted to make sure I'd read everything before bed. Sweet dreams!

Vertical Line

Horizontal Line
Horizontal Line
gra1
 
 Age: 27
 Ijebu Ode, Nigeria