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PBprincess
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renegadestar
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Intelligent, Literate, Realist, Patient, Tinkerer
What I am looking for is a female that, by my preference, is shorter/smaller than myself and is interested in a full-time position as a house-girl. What you can expect with this position is not only daily domestic tasks, but also spontaneous access for sexual/non-sexual use. I may pull you away from a task to simply bend you over a chair and use your body for a short while. Work outside the home may become an option as my trust in you builds. In return, I will see that your needs are met, and will occasionally spoil you for being such a good little slave. This can also lead into an expanded role as I am interested in a family some day.
I do reserve the right to choose when and how to correct any errors, but I am not so inhuman to simply abuse you for the slightest gaff. I believe in appropriate levels of corrections, warnings, and punishment. To me, anything beyond those is simply abuse and makes me a monster, which may be enjoyable in the short run but is not my ultimate goal.
I take safety very seriously, an acquired habit from the military and from personal inclinations. Therefore, I do not endorse animals, blood, kids, sharp objects, and scat/watersports in any of my activities. I mean, come on, killing/poisoning your playtoys is just in so much bad taste.
I would prefer someone who wants to enjoy the long road together, no tricks, no head games. I am in for the long haul, and I would rather take my time and see the sights if I can. I try to be relatively easy-going in my day-to-day life and while I prefer T-shirts over tuxedoes, I know that I do clean up nicely. Yes, I can do my own neckties.
I enjoy playing games with my friends, competetively or just for fun. I can handle losing, if it's a clean (if tricky) game. It's a bonus if I learn something along the way. What I don't stand for is people who *must* have the game go their way either by cheating or heavy-handed manipulation.
Time and travel are very important to me. I would much rather spend my time productively, in both my hobbies and my work. My pleasure is from activities that have a "solid" feel to them. I need to feel like I'm actually doing something. I do enjoy a nice long drive in the countryside. I just enjoy the drive more than the view, unless I'm going on a sight-seeing trip.
I enjoy good books, good movies, good music, and excellent gaming, especially with the right people. I have some connections to the town I live in that I would rather not give up, especially since access to nearby cities is within an average of 2 to 4 hours.
I reside in Vincennes, a small Indiana town located in the southwest region of the state. Known primarily for the taking of the British fort by George Rogers Clark during the Revolutionary War, this little burg is also the hometown of famous actor and comedian Red Skelton. Small town that it is, I long-ago came to the realization that my needs, wants, and preferences are relatively unreachable here without resorting to jailbait or truly drastic measures, and so here I am on CM.
I know from long experience that I can be a bit calculating. I just like to know what my options are and where they can lead. If that is something that doesn't work for you, then you can deal with it, I'm not changing who I am just for one person.
There are times, however, when I do feel an intense need to just do something spontaneous. Overnight trip to a city 150 miles away? Drove it at 10 p.m. and came back the next morning at 9 a.m. just to go to a different strip club. I do have some routines, but nothing bores me faster than repeating the same stuff again and again.
So whatever you're thinking, go ahead and write. I am more than happy to answer any and all possible questions about life, love, and the pursuit of a female body to play with.
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So.
Ever had a day get just a little weird when you least expect it? I spent most of the afternoon somewhat excited by thinking about a certain activity. Needless to say, I was definitely awake for after lunch at work. I won't go into details, but it brought new pleasures to mind along with a reconsideration of a personal choice. It also got me thinking about researching a bit of fashion history and some design stuff.
Odd, right?
J. |
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So, I'm at work and somehow I end up singing the Klondike bar jingle to myself. So I ask myself, "what would my friends answer?" It was funny when I could only come up with one answer for a certain friend, no matter how I stressed the question. His answer? "Kill the owner and take it." Yeah, ice cream or alcohol, it didn't matter, that's what kept coming to mind. Crazy, huh? |
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Ah, sweet vacation time.
My annual visit to that lovely little event known as GenCon. I'm a lucky duck this year for being able to run an event, several actually. It will take up quite a bit of my time however and I won't be able to do my usual amount of people watching until Sunday. Unfortunately that is the last day and all the local normals come flooding in to see what the "weirdos" are doing in their precious convention center. Indy has been good for Gencon over the years it's been here, and vice versa. When a DOWNTOWN local restaurant/brewery completely re-themes itself just for one weekend (yes I'm talking about you, RAM!) you know its a big deal.
I just can't wait for August.
J.
P.S. - I have worked out some of my stress issues, but it's still a long way off from being eliminated. It may require, not a change of position, but a change of profession. |
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So, I managed to get a /headtable from a friend earlier tonight.
She (yes, female) was talking with a a younger girl about a few things and I happened to walk past them. The conversation at that point had turned to the whole "making a perfect woman" topic and what they'd need to get it all done correctly.
I slid in a comment something like this:
"Yeah, but the whole thing would stall out as soon as it tried to run IRRATIONAL.EXE"
Yep, she lost it.
I was a bit surprised she didn't raise her head back crying from the laughter.
Somedays, I'm good. Other days, I'm Damn Good.
J. |
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I have been thinking over my plans and ideas recently, and it strikes me that in the end nothing is accomplished if I am stressed out over my work and other issues in my life. I know I try to remain calm and level-headed, I really do. There are just a few things that cannot be handled when I am in an agitated state. I didn't mean to scare a co-worker, our after-work discussions usually find me a bit tired and so I just breeze right through our daily topics. Not that day, however! I think I scared her with my manic pacing and frustrated growling, which is something I try to avoid doing in front of others whenever possible. Nevertheless, It made me realize that I had to do something about the stress in my life and I sat down to think long and hard about this little issue.
I have reasoned that some of my stress could be managed at home were I to have someone to take care of some things for me. The devil is in the details, right? Well, quite a few details have been pestering me for some time and I haven't had to time or schedule to take care of them properly. Thus I come to my primary reason for being here.
I have come to a personal conclusion that at this time I should be looking for a domestic slave instead of a pleasure slave. Now, having both at the same time is nice, but in the end I believe that eventually a pleasure slave ends up becoming a domestic out of sheer time and the desire to please the Dominant. Don't get me wrong, it is possible to have a slave only for pleasure. However, I think even that becomes hard-pressed to remain that way when personal health and cleanliness standards are involved.
So I pose this question to all of you who might be avidly reading the journals or just flitting through: Is it better to try to (remain/keep someone) a pleasure slave, or see about training them to become a domestic as well? |
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Will someone please tell me why most of the younger subs (and a few Dom/mes) have to do their profiles in text-speak?
I mean, seriously, why should I have to sit and figure out what the hell they're saying before I can even try to understand what they want? Do they not even realize that it only makes them less attractive to me? The only thing I get from them is "Hi, I'm a XXX, but only for the next 5 minutes because that's how long my attention span is". It does nothing to enhance communication this way and modern technology is only exascerbating the issue.
I wonder what would happen if every cell phone in the world went dead right now? |
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A properly trained subbie/slave knows to expect punishment and direction for any wrongdoings, right?
Also, that it is up to the Master/Mistress to decide what is appropriate, right?
So why is it that so many are "ready to accept" whatever tool or method I use to re-direct them?
Makes no sense to me.
If they are "ready" or not is not my concern when they have commited an infraction. My only concern is that they KNOW THEY HAVE FUCKED UP AND ARE GOING TO BE FUCKED UP AS PUNISHMENT.
EDIT: After a few messages and comments, I have had to explain my personal preference that the level of punishment should not exceed the level of the infraction. Otherwise things get out of control and it all ends up as unwarranted abuse.
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Why must the sweet surrender of another soul torment me with it's absence? |
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Is it just me, or did Raceland suddenly move from Indiana to Louisiana?
Ooo, I know! It'll be in Ghana next! Or maybe Nigeria? |
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I recently got back from my (nearly) annual trip to GenCon, and the amount of girls willing to walk around in outrageous costumes has me curious. I must wonder, what is it in these girls lives that makes them go to the point of dressing as someone so different.
I understand the "fan appreciation" of the portrayed character, and the different (anime) artist styles do make for challenges in the dressmaker's art. I have a considered a costume myself from time-to-time. However, beyond the cutting and sewing, beyond endless viewing and reading to get every nuance just right, in the end are they missing something in their lives, or just misguided in their energies? |
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Woohoo! I just love the random messages that pop up when I go back through the better part of the journals for the day.
"Add me on Yah()(), my name is XXXXXXXX"
Do these people think I really have that low of an intelligence? Seriously, I have already said it once. Let me do the math for you:
Good Grammar > Pretty Picture
If I just want something nice to look at, I can find piles of pics anywhere. |
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A recent scenario that crossed my mind should I find someone worthwhile. I believe that this would reasonably describe a normal day:
I have come home from work and it was not a day to be without air-conditioning. I walk in the front door and you are waiting silently, naked, trying to judge my mood. Your position doesn't matter to me at the moment, but I am happy for the peace of your silence. I drop my work things by the front door and pull 2 collars off some nearby hooks. I snap my fingers and you immediately pull your breasts up and outward by the nipple rings I had you put in. Checking the settings and batteries, I put the anti-noise dog collars around your breasts, tightening them enough to bulge slightly and keep the collars in place.
You nod when I state that everything is ready. Walking into the bedroom, I undress on the way with you picking up the dropped clothing. Pulling off whatever underwear I had on, I turn around and simply say "Down". Now on your knees, I hold your head with both hands and say "Open". From there I proceed to slowly use your mouth to clean off my work-sweaty cock and balls, having you use your tongue to make sure everything is clean. I am satisfied at that point and release your head with the command to suck.
After finishing, I walk into the shower and clean up. You wait outside the curtain, holding the towel ready for when I am done. I decide to go a little longer and command you to join me. I turn you around and bend you over, sliding my cock up to your tight pussy. I slide in and begin a slow pump, feeling lazy as the shower sprays over both of us.
My fingers inspect your ass, then start slowly opening the puckered hole. I smack you for every whimper I hear, grabbing the red cheeks to position my now-slick cock. In one long slow push, I am all the way in, feeling every little twitch as you adjust. I hold for a moment to get settled, then restart my pumping slightly faster this time.
I release myself inside your ass, giving you a final smack, a sort of "well done, good girl". I turn the water off and pull the curtain, you jumping out to pick up the towels and drying both of us. I grab some sweats and settle in at the table for something to eat before sleep. As previously commanded, you have placed several toys within reach of my chair. I disregard them for the moment, preferring to turn my chair and watch you stand there.
I wait for a while, just enjoying the knowledge that you await my command but are uncomfortable being under my direct eye. I pick up something plastic nearby, heavy and slightly off-balance. I realize it is a good-sized buttplug, conical style with a flat base, and that it is already shiny from lube.
"Turn"
I grab a still-red cheek, spread your ass slightly and place the tip next to your hole. You his slightly from the cold plastic, making me frown slightly. I push hard, popping the toy in with one thrust. You squeak a bit loudly, which sets off the collars, causing you to jerk from the shocks.
"Stay"
I go back to get the third collar from the front door and place it around your neck. After adjusting the sensitivity up, I immediately spank you with several hard hits. You cry in pain and set off the collars again.
I pick up the small vibrator, the one with the wireless remote. I slide it in, then tell you you to get a pair of lace panties. You know the vibrator is only used as a alarm clock, my signal to you that I am awake. Once you are back I bend you over again and test the vibrator, appreciating how quickly you light up when being handled. Another "Stay" and I finish up my meal and go to the bedroom, leaving you standing there bent over. I wonder just how long you can hold that position before cramping and falling over or saying something that triggers the collars again, leaving you squirming from the repeated shocks.
And me? I sleep like I don't care about anything else in the world.... |
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Once again I find myself wondering on the point of objectivity versus subjectivity. Is it really worth it to bring in a girl when her very presence can bend the line between? How do I treat (abuse?) her as the serving girl/footstool/trash can/fuck toy when I would also like to spend time seeing that the enjoyment is shared by all? I keep coming back to ethics and natural tendencies and upbringing. Don't think I haven't got the whole "she's also enjoying it by being beat on" thing in consideration. I just wonder what happens when I'm the one not enjoying the whole thing by putting her in this position yet knowing she's enjoying it and thus it turns me on?
This damned loop is getting annoying. I do believe I now hate Schrodinger and his fucking cat. |
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I just love getting hit up by people with excruciatingly bad grammar and spelling. I try my best to keep mine under control, why is it so hard for so many people out there? Do they really think I'm going to say "Yes, I can pay your way to my home, all because I love how you misspell every third word in your message"? For once I'm glad typing classes were somewhat mandatory in middle school. Granted, I can't keep up with a Yahell chatroom full of third graders getting their "l33t" on. I'll take an actual conversation any day of the week rather than that drivel. |
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Well, it seems that I'm finally one of those who were hit up by the Nigerians. slaveaisha is the name of this particular lil 'scammer so I leave all of you with a small warning to stay away. |
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I have to ask, am I the only one who is actually annoyed by getting mail from someone who hasn't read my profile and just thinks that because the picture is pretty I'll write back? I know what it's like from reading the women's profiles and journals (gasp! He actually reads!), so I can agree with them on that part. At least the ones I have gotten haven't been one-liners. Still, taking the time to read a profile shouldn't be that hard, even for one as short as mine. |
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Nothing changes and everything changes. We glide along blissfully thinking age is only a number until we realize the mirror shows us more gray than anything else and we panic because of this. 30 for less than a week and I'm already checking more than I feel I should. |
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We play our games and do our rituals, and we have to wonder, what else is there? Gliding along peacefully, taking in the scenery noticing all and nothing until we are forced to focus.
So, who will it be that upsets MY applecart? |
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I've had to expand my search list recently, and it still feels like I'm not seeing a whole lot out there that is worth my time. Maybe I should just stay a bachelor? No, like it or not, I still feel wired to have a female in my life no matter if I am just using her as a deposit bank or as a more active life partner. Still haven't really felt out that issue yet either...... |
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What can I say? My earlier entries are a bit sarcastic and critical. I'm just bored to death of the whole dating scene thing and it gets frustrating when things don't go smoothly. So, I do apologize if anything was offensive. I try not to be, it just happens. I've talked with some of the people I work with, and to me it seems like everyone at work has gotten to be bastards of late. That makes me feel like I have to be one just to cope and that annoys me to no end. I try not to let it bother me, but it's kind of crept up on me and I unconciously knew it the whole time. Ugh. |
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Back on after half a year away and nothing seems to have changed. Oh, the list changes all the time, but you know what? It's the same people with a few new faces every now and then. |
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Rain, rain, rain. Geez I hate rain. Especially hot rain, you know what I mean. The kind that dries off quick but makes things even muggier and wetter when it's done. Thankfully it's just a slightly cold one today Sounds weird, right? Not for me, I prefer slightly cold. Makes enjoying chili and potato soup and hamburgers and baked potatoes that much better. Mmmm, now I'm hungry.... |
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Will someone tell me why it seems like all those "searching" on here are barely on long enough to look at the first name on the "most recent" list? Doesn't feel like much of a list anyways, at least not for Indiana. But then, I don't expect much from Indiana anyways, so why am I disappointed? Oh wait, I know why, I've actually lived out of this state before. Yes, even including the so-called "requisite" trip to Florida which seems to be the only place I've ever heard anyone from here claim to visit.
Gag.
Even then it required getting into the Air Force to go, but I did wind up at a very nice base for the month I was down there.
Seriously people, MOVE a little. Get it into those tiny little minds that Life is not just in Indiana and go SEE THINGS. Live somewhere else for a year and see just how much it changes you. Believe me, things are never the same after going away for a while. Just don't do it for college only. That's the cheesy way out and you still end up coming home for the summer or break or whenever. |
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| Age: 21 |
| Union City,
New Jersey |
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