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Hello peoples of our world of BDSM,
I am a dominant, aggressive and of rebel mentality, I naturally resist authoritive figures male and female alike. I seek that special kind of man who "needs" to be wholly owned to make it's life once again whole and complete. He would be fully owned as property, be happiest with head bowed while on his knees before his owner. He would be in his element to serve , a humble servant catering to his owner and fully submit to his demands and wishes, this would be what he craves, to be a humble slave. He would not only accept but would wish to be collared, he would want all to know that he is fit to be owned, a slave to his owner. I am a masculine man with a deep loud voice, I can be quite vulgar and demanding, I am fully comfortable in my skin and am currently a smoker. The submissive or slave that "needs" to be told how and what to do, in every respect is who I seek, a submissive that needs direction to feel once again whole and complete. He may be any race or creed or age but my preference is to the younger slave and submissive as they present the highest challenge. If you know, deep within yourself that you cannot bare being unowned and unused, at the feet of a man humbling yourself, contact me. Some consider me -not- to be overly attractive and I am -not- hung but your 100% begets my 100%. I do not permit drug use, no interest in; scat, unreasonable pain or abuse but I will exploit weakness and will quickly adapt to giving what my owned flesh desires. Be careful for what you wish lad, for you might be confronted with what you seek. If you wish humiliation, you will have it. If you wish to be collared and walked like a simple dog, you'll have it, public or private, the choice is yours. Be warned, once you submit to me and ask that I train you for my needs, you will become fully owned flesh molded to my liking. You will do as your inner self dictates, serve.
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Away again and for many months, again unanswered emails -- again my job which has me travel. But I am back young lads and ladies, back into the breach and looking for a challenge. One thing I really miss, a slave, one who knows what he or she is from the get-go but only looking for a way to break out, or rather into what they are -- a slave. Neither man or girl, barely a human by most respects other than form, but an animal of legend, a slave with only one primal need and desire -- to serve.
Wow -- I been a busy boy, time for some entertainment I think, say you?
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Whoa --
My travels have taken me to some wonderful places full of wonderful people. And then there is always one who plays the tough act -- alas, I taught him many new things. A skaterboi of all things, so tough, so "bad", so very fun! It all starts with the baggy "low-rider" look which really pisses me off and he asked me for a smoke. "Pull up your phukkiin' pants!" I bark, out of the blue. A grin cracked my face as he did so, but he said not a word but his head hanging lower under my gaze. Yet still, he works up his trousers; "Why did you do as I said?" I sneered, he says nothing and simply shrugs. I walk around him slowly, studying his thin, almost frail looking frame, his eyes remain on the ground. "You old enough to smoke?" I ask and he produces a student identity card. Still not a word but my new prey is oh so wet behind the ears, 19 by a few days and I his senior by nearly a factor of 3.
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3-12-2010
Ah, I've been away. My career choice takes me many places but alas, not often home. For now, Phoenix, AZ. is my home but that too will change I trust. In my working with our environment, I lost touch with the community here and left messages unanswered. My schedule, then, and notifications from "CollarMe" ending up as spam, I lost touch. And now the task at hand, to find the certain kind of person who wishes to be someone else s -- and that would resist just enough to keep me interested.
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Hello boys, girls, and those yet to be told.
I've been away to "break" that special kind of slave, sending the shattered remains into blissfull slavery. This was a pleasant task, the young are so full of energy, themselves and their toys of modern man. Strip away their toys, their attitude, their "modern" ways is a task I do enjoy, and hold dear.
I met "Tom" here on CollarMe, I knew I was in for a good "fight" with him, he had just turned 18 and had the typical "I'm cool." attitude. Love to watch these wanna-be tough guys bawl their eyes out and finally give in to their true inner selves, a humble slave that simply needed awakening. How they humble in the midst of a slave auction, a sight to behold.
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Incredible! Some really down to earth people here, some really good souls. Imagine a life, your only care is how can I please him today. Your previous life of lonliness, unused, unappreciated, unutilized is gone, someone saw fit to own you and because you're a true slave, life is good once again, you feel useful. To some, serving at the feet of another is a nightmare but to that very select few, who know who and what they are, a dream like fantasy world, you're whole again, you have a purpose, someone needs you in their service.
Slavery by the meaning, no ifs, ands or buts, utter slavery, the ultimate escape from reality. Dare yee do unto thyself such things boy?
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I wish I found this site long ago when I found my attraction towards men. But then, I didn't realize how controlling a person I really was. Then comes along that 18 year old "kid" that wanted to play a little rough, I was 40 and my outlook changed. He coaxed me to "cut lose" on him and that's exactly what I did. The more contol I excerted, the more he begged and I do mean beg, my introduction to BDSM, my first manslave. When I bound him in ropes, buck naked to the civilized world and "chucked" him onto the front lawn, he wept openly but not of sadness but of him finding something he lived for and wasn't aware, he was a slave. After a casual "remark" from a neighbor, I dragged him inside and threw him in the corner, bound his hands and ankles, still naked and wildly aroused. From that point on, on his behest, I treated him as if he were an animal, I even built him a litter box of sorts. Oddly, he and I had relatively little sex, when we did, he wanted to be humiliated by performing his special duty in front of others. Still, I washed and dressed my new pet, cared for and insured his health and safety and we shared quiet times. When he returned to school to persue his career, (vet) he was a changed man, a loving and respectful man to all he encountered, he also had a new gift towards animals that was awe inspiring.
An injured animal under his care seemed to relax in his presence and whine when he left, a connection he shared at a level few know and understand. He lives a straight life now, we write and stay in touch and he always thanks me, it's a good thing, I did something we both enjoyed and something we both benifited from. Now, a vanilla lifestyle is intolerable to me and that's......that's why I'm here, looking for my next challenge. The young are the biggest challenge, they try to adapt with their peers, they long to be cool and accepted, they want to be like all the others, then there is the one with a slave mentality, he knows what and who he is but he cowers at the feelings growing within, he wants to serve but is ashamed. All he needs is a nudge into the light and a stern guiding hand....write me boy.
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| Age: 35 |
| London,
United Kingdom |
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