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sommisandry Nothing has really been right. Though realistic to know that can't provide. Hence would only really fit into relationships that are LTR resulting in ownership or some kind. Its like men who get married that stay home as the so called house husbands. Not really a person who likes to travel. Female Led Relationships are even in the Manga that will cover or gravitate towards. Around 2K thought things might work out with Miss Kriss. Though she lapsed into cocaine problem again causint schisms or issues. Really it was wanting to pierce or hang from hooks or things that don't really work with somebody having Anemia.
Finding somebody whose interests are realistic is probably best. Really the type of person who will gravitate towards whta the other person is into. Feet was something that noticed at an early age where would not be into Heels or Boots or Stockings in the least. Though as got older Shoes or Boots especially certain types could be interesting if somebody is into that. So can't really enjoy anything unless the other person is. Its like feed on that energy. Not into anything related to food or feeces hehe. Puking or Piercing among other things I probably listed in the profile.
Really don't think things will work out for me or most in life. Those who have wealth really are who should be owning people instead of finding somebody to provide. As its a clear difference in class or standing. Glad they least brought back journlas.
Wish LittleReaper would give me another chance to speak to again. Things were pretty complicated was having issues with medication reaction and phone ;).
geoOct1st Current state of mind
i have been reminiscing on the choices i made and realizing i have allowed my fears and ego to stand in the way of pursuing my slavish needs. Once again i am in chastity 24/7, trying to feed my need for subjugation. The feeling of servility deepens with each passing day. Thoughts of absolute surrender fill my mind. my frustrations have me in a deep state of desperation and i am unclear on why this time chastity has affected me so deeply. As i look around, i find myself alone, void of any intimate contact. This was not my intention, but it is a product of my choices.
i am trying to accept the predicament i have put myself into. As my servility deepens, i sense i am to be a slave to all, no exceptions. It is difficult to maintain a position of authority when my demeanor is becoming extremely subservient. my chastity journey started as a curiosity. Then it became a way to fulfill my need for subjugation. Now it is my life. i am my own keyholder, yet i can’t unlock myself. It would be easy to do, but my psyche doesn’t allow it. It is like, i don’t have permission, but from who?
Dreams are a powerful influence. my sleep has been restless, filled with dreams of my inadequacies and subjugation. The individual in my dream is familiar, the voice i recognize, but where? They know what to say and do to intensify my feeling of humbleness. They receive pleasure in watching me slowly slip closer to absolute subjugation. Dreams of subjugation continue to fill my sleep, everyday i wake up in a more slavish state.
This has become a cruel spiral of emotions. The more i attempt to feed my need for subjugation, the more my slavish desires intensify, which in turn creates a stronger need for subjugation.
SirHugoAtlantaGa I wrote this "Story"
My First Pain Pig
I'm a Service Dom. My Dungeon is my playroom, to create pleasurable sensations.
I was mid 20's, living the bachelor dream, whoring in the French Quarter of New Orleans. I landed an ok job with Hilton Hotels after graduation.
The French Quarter bars stayed open 24/7. It was a place you partied every night.
How I survived, 14 New Orleans Mardi Gras is beyond me, they were all real benders, lasting 3+ days.
I lived 1/2 Block off Bourbon Street, it doesn't get better than that.
It was at Beer Bust Sunday at The Parade Disco, it was 1982 or so.
To drum up LOCAL business, The Parade Disco, had a "Tea Party" a beer bust all the beer you could drink from Sunday 5PM until the Kegs went dry.
I'm having a "tea party" beer, and a girl walks up to me and asks why I'm dressed in black leather, am I into BDSm?
I told her I'm a "leatherman" I like power-exchange, I like to lead, direct, command, suggest. She asked if I enjoyed spanking a girl, and I said yes, and I liked using my belt as well,.
We danced, and drank a few beers, and kept chatting.
So she grabs my hand and pulls me to the outside balcony, where folks, can actually hear each other talk since the music inside the bars is always loud..
She tells me her friend Freddie whose into BDSm has talked about me He says your known as a fun sadist. He told, me the rumor is, your a creative sadist..
I replied, something like. I'm a service top, I get off when we both get off. I do love mind fucking folks.
Could you make me feel and endure pain? Not continuous relentless pain, but Intermittent shearing flashes of pain like strikes from a thin stick, the sting of the hand, or the thud of the belt?
I asked, if she had done anything like this before? No, she just listened to all the hot stories her friend Freddie told her, of being a masochist.
At some point, I said My safe word is FROG. Say the safe word and she repeated FROG. Good, I also use a safe gesture. I will squeeze your hand TIGHTLY and shake it, you squeeze my hand 2 times, in reply, This reply tells, me all is great, with you. If you fail to give back 2 quick squeezes I will end our playtime.
The conversation went something like that, dam, when you get old, sometimes you just got to fill in details you forgot.
I pointed from the Parade Disco's Balcony, Thats where I live across the street 800 feet away, the green shuttered walkup apartment..
She said, lets go to your place and play, make me feel real pain. Let me, tell a friend, I'm going to your apartment and I will call them to get picked up later.
We walked hand in hand to my apartment. I opened the door to a typical French Quarter "Shot-Gun" apartment, like a boston row house, 25 feet wide and 60 feet long. The living room in front, a half wall jetty between the living room and the small kitchen. A Hallway the first door, the bathroom on the left, the door at the end of the hall, my bedroom and playroom.
I had just finished building my "Playroom" I nick named "The Erection Set". (see my profile for photos)
I think, my super-power, as a dom is creativity. I think, I give a good mind-fuck.
My first rule as a dom was tie them up, to experience the reality of giving up control. Any act of bondage, is a reality of submission, physically felt and experienced.
I had a pro-domme "friend" that I would occasionally drink with, at Jewel's Tavern, a Gay Leather Bar. Dex ,loved telling stories of here recent clients.
I learned a lot from Mistress Dex! Maybe the most important thing she ever said, Hugo people don't come to Pro-Domme, looking for sex. If submissive's wanted sex they would go to a call girl. Submissives come to a domme to live out a fantasy.
The key to a good scene is, living out a fantasy inside a submissives head.
That BDSm lesson about Fantasies, was the best lesson I was ever given. The second best lesson Dex shared: Start a BDSm scene extra slow and build up a scene slowly to a climax.
I had an established routine, in dom mode, have submissives undress, tie them to the st andrew cross or some other object, like in a chair.
Next, introduce sensation play, running my hands everywhere on my tied up subs body.
I would take sensation play to the next level, by adding a blindfold, not knowing where I might touch, pinch, pull next.
Clothes Pins, are my absolute favorite toy.
I have done scenes, with 100s of clothes pins, pinching everywhere on a submissives body. Ear Lobes, Lips, nipples, breasts, inner thighs, nose, the clit, cunt lips, any flap of skin.
Clothes Pins are a great beginner activity. Clothes Pins are a great assessment tool as to how much pain a submissive can tolerate, as clothes pins build up pain slowly.
I like starting, clothes pin play, with the breasts, many women have sensitive breasts and nipples, plus they can see the clothes pins, the object of pain tormenting them.
This is about the time, I light up a cigar. Domination and smoking a cigar seem to go hand in hand for me.
I do enjoy, Hot Ash Play.
I know, I had 300 clothes pins on her body and she was feeling it but, not moaning or whimpering She wasn't even close to her limits.
I like to flick off clothespins, using a cop or ruler or something similar object.
I usually progress to Wax play because wax play looks painful, but isn't.
Wax play is truly, a great erotic sensation play activity.
Its about this point I asked, her to repeat what she came here to experience.
I want pain sir.
My massage table,doubled as my bondage table, I tied my sub face down, like in a position for a back massage. I would use, rope, saran wrap, tape, straps, to secure a submissive to the massage table.
Hand Spankings, are probably the lightest form of corporal punishment. Then, the ruler, belt, fly swatter, rod, hair brush, next in intensity over a hand spanking, next would be the wooden spoon and paddle in pain or intensity, and in my opinion the cane is the most feared implement, used on the ass. . I got to a frat paddle. I think, my sub liked the belt the best, as she seemed to thrash about a bit. She stayed silent as she took the paddle usually a sign that there isn't a lot of eroticism going on. I want a sub moaning, mumbling, swearing, shaking, that tells me they are having a good time.
I remember, it was this moment. I did the "CHECK-IN" hand squeeze. I got 2 quick firm hand squeezes back telling me she with me, "all ok".
I asked her what she wanted now.
What she wanted, was to be used like a hole.
To FILL AND OVER FLOW her senses. To feel totally fucked and exhausted.
I knew what she needed, she needed to be fisted, to have her cunt stretched out, rubbed raw.
In the French Quarter leather community, I was known, as the Dom that enjoyed fisting and handballing.
Back in the 1980's vaseline was the fisting lube of choice, crisco if you were handballing.
Now, the cool part, when this happened is my playroom was already semi-functional, I had a sling. (see profile photos to see a sling)
If your into fisting or handballing you know someone's intensely into fisting, they own a sling.
Using a sling, your in a OB/GYN examination table. position, perfect access.
cameraguyuk So three Nuns are killed in car crash and arrive at Heavens Gate and are told that they need to answer a question each before they get in.
The first one is asked what name of the first woman and she answers Eve and is told correct gets in.
The second one is asked what was the name of the first man and she answers Adam and is told correct and she is allowed in.
The third one is asked what did Eve say to Adam when they first met, what was Eves first words to Adam? She answers, Oh that's a hard one. Correct she was told and allowed in.
LondonTriangle I had a long chat with an old friend of mine who is a seasoned Dom. Very well known up north.
Mentioned my most recent chat with a submissive man with a "tight balloon knot" was frustrating.
Both of us had never heard the phrase but clearly a used term in the lifestyle.
It was brought to my attention that submissive men go through alot of different relationships because even though they are submissive they want things a certain way.
A little frustrated as I took their needs seriously but clearly they were not prepared for someone like me who was making a checklist of what they actually need from me.
My family from the lifestyle did appreciate I am trying to be careful as you don't really know what other hidden knots a person has but I was trying my hardest to take things slow but seriously.
In all fairness their was too much talk about the needs of his bum hole and less about my own bits so ladies enjoy your fish and chips with that one.
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Mistresscherrypie
He said his biggest fear is eating pussy that just had dick in it…. I told him to only eat ASS because it's less traffic on the back roads
DocMidnyte I've been asked many times over the years, what is the difference between a submissive and a slave? One could say, by common definition, that is submissive, gives up control, but only within the constraints of the bedroom. The submissive can set limits, boundaries and more. So, it's not truly giving up control, but they giving up of limited control within certain areas, usually limited to strictly sexual. The slave, on the other hand, gives up all control at all times, both within and outside the bedroom. Her limits may be observed by her or his master or mistress. But, they don't have to be. Furthermore, giving up of control usually applies to all areas of life, not just strictly sexual. Still, that can be seen as a rather limited definition.
if one truly wants to defined the difference between the two, it boils down to this. A submissive will give up control within the parameters of still satisfying her needs, wants and desires. A slave is able to sublimate her own needs, in order to put the needs of someone else before her own at all times.
That's the big difference. A submissive may give up control, even total control, but only within the duration of a scene, or a particular situation. A slave not only gives up control, but puts the needs of her master before her own at all times. A submissive can always say, "Not tonight. I'm not feeling up to it." A slave has no such options. Her place and purpose is to put the needs and wants of her Master ahead of her own, and if Master decides that he wants to use his slave, it's her place as a slave to meet and even exceed his expectations.
The problem is, with so many, having been raised with this being either fantasy or online role-play, combined with the Tinder culture expectation of "If this doesn't amuse me, I can just ghost him." It's becoming increasingly difficult to find those that truly have a slave mentality. So, those of you who are putting yourself out there as slaves, make sure that you understand the difference between submissives and slaves. Not only for your own benefit, but for the benefit of others as well. That way, no one's time is wasted, not expectations dashed and you'll be more successful at finding what it is you're truly looking for.
Byrdie Him: I want to have a 1950s style relationship with you!
Me: Then why did you contact me?
Him: I just said. I want to have a 1950s style relationship with you.
Me: But you are white.
Him: Is that a problem?
Me: In the 1950s, it would have been illegal for us to have a relationship.
Him: So?
Me: So, a 1950s style relationship between us would involve us not having a relationship.
Him: Some people did it, didn't they?
Me: Illegally, involving scandal and and the likelihood of violence and likely damage to at least one partner's class status.
Him: It could not have been all that bad.
Me: Loving vs. Virgina happened one year before I was born. Lynchings are still not unheard of.
Him: . . .
Me: Toodles!
LilMiera What being a little/middle is for me
For me it is not a choice. I am a natural little and middle because of things that both happened and didn't happen. I'm not a roleplay little I have involuntary age regression! I need to feel safe and be protected during these times. I also have little/middle traits during every day life and even more so when I feel something is wrong or I did something wrong. So the lifestyle allows me to be accepted as I am and can't help but be.
I'm extremely inquisitive, at times super bouncy, needy, playful, well behaved, but I can also be ornery ( in a playful way) , I have some difficulty understanding things, I make mistakes in verbalizing what I mean or need at times, I need alot of reassurance especially in the beginning. Although I am a passenger princess, I have difficulty just asking for attention, I'm super into my person and lovey.
Bull60 When it comes to phallic worship I am the altar and the sacrament. I begin by washing thoroughly and I cover my body around my phallus leaving the phallus and the testicles exposed after the person who is to worship bathes, perfumes his body and approaches slowly with the sight on the vision I am offering him. He kneels, and anoints the phallus with honey, almond oils, sweet oil, (all edible) and prays. No touching at this moment just gazing. Slowly he extends the offerings to the testicle, the reservoir of universal power and caress them requesting permission to approach the phallus. At this moment there is no touching, kissing or tasting the phallus, just caressing and enjoying the testicles as the source of power. Eventually I allow him to caress the phallus and anoint it thoroughly but not to masturbate. This phase is a phase of discovery and joy. Since I am uncut this is the time to begin retracting the skin to reveal the glans and to taste whatever comes from it. This process will take time and no sexual play is allow, its prayer time. The session can end there and after a while it while after washing the phallus and anointing it with oils and essences the worshipper is allow to commune with the phallus orally. If the ministrations are right and he deserves, I will allow the climax for both of us. If not he must come back until he is worthy of the nectar that creates the universe. Now I have my own rituals to initiate those who worship before allowing them to approach the altar and the sacrament.
Exoticpie2024
I am not your Chocolate Queen, Domme, Mistress, Baby, princess etc. I don't know you. I don't do random terms of endearment when there is no relationship established.
You may address me as Ms.cherry when messaging me.
If you are a person under the age of 26 DO NOT. JUST DON'T.
Refrain from messaging me about things you want to do to me, or things you want me to do to you.I DO NOT CARE. Keep your fetishes and imaginary expectations to yourself. People don't have to participate in your fantasy because your dick jumped at my photos.
Thanks for he compliment
HouseofG Journal Entry: Why Some Women Choose Slavery
I have often reflected on why some women willingly choose to live as slaves in a Master/slave household. To outsiders, it may appear confusing—why would anyone want to surrender control of their own life? But when viewed through the lens of trust, devotion, and purpose, the answers reveal themselves clearly.
For many women, there is a deep longing to be free from the constant burden of decision-making and responsibility that the modern world demands. In slavery, there is clarity. A slave’s role is defined, her place is secure, and her purpose is to serve. This surrender of control is not weakness—it is a relief. In letting go, she discovers freedom from doubt and hesitation, and in service, she finds strength and fulfillment.
There is also the matter of intimacy. When a woman gives herself fully, she allows herself to be seen in her most vulnerable and honest state. No masks. No pretenses. In that surrender, bonds are formed that are deeper than most will ever know. To be owned is to be cherished, and for many women, the knowledge that their Master claims them as His gives them a sense of belonging they have always sought.
Growth comes, too, from the challenges of slavery. The training, the discipline, the demands of service—all of these shape her into something stronger. She learns to endure, to obey, to strive for excellence. In pleasing her Master, she also proves something to herself: that she is capable of devotion, of transformation, of becoming more than she thought she could be.
And perhaps the greatest reward is devotion itself. To give one’s life, heart, and soul to another, without reservation, brings a sense of completeness. Some women long to dedicate themselves fully, and in slavery they find the purest expression of loyalty and love. Their submission is not a loss—it is the path that brings them peace.
This is why some women choose slavery in a consensual M/s environment. Not because they are weak, but because they are strong enough to surrender. Not because they lack value, but because they find value in being claimed, used, and cherished. And in that, they are fulfilled.
AKRONOHIOMAN February 20, 2024
I've been speaking with Edgingfun23 for a while on FetLife. He came over for his first visit recently. He told me he was interested in getting a deep enema, and I explained that a deep enema takes time and it might not be necessary. So when he first arrived, as I do with all my guys, I met him in the driveway and we came inside.
He was dressed straight from work. Usually guys that come for a visit wear jeans and a t-shirt, very relaxed looking. But edgingfun23 had clearly just come from a day of work. I sat back in my easy chair, looked straight into his eyes and simply said, "well… Strip!"
I could tell that he was a bit nervous, but he started stripping his clothing off and putting them in the chair next to where he was standing. I just watched intently as he took off each article of business clothing. When he was naked, I just stared at him for a minute and he stood there wondering what would come next.
I got up from my chair and went to the couch and grabbed a pair of wrist restraints. His hands were hanging down to his sides, and not recognizing these were wrist restraints, he did not extend his hands. So I grabbed a hand and pulled it out in front of him, putting the velcro restraint on his wrist. And then I put a restraint on the other wrist. Back to the couch I got a dog collar and put around his neck. I stood behind him and reached around playing with his nipples, groping his cock and balls, and tugging a bit on the dog collar.
I told him to come to the bathroom where we were going to clean him out. I briefly explain the difference between a deep enema and a light enema. I told him we would start with a light enema but he would have to tell me when the water he was expelling into the toilet was clear. If it cleared up after a few cycles we would be done, if it didn't we might have to switch to a deeper enema.
Apparently never having an enema before, he wasn't sure what to do. I told him to get down on all fours on the bathroom floor. When he was in the doggie position I smeared some Vaseline on my finger and slid it up and down the crack of his ass. I filled a small enema bulb with warm water, put some Vaseline on the tip of the tube, and using two of my fingers spread his ass cheeks so I could insert the tip of the enema bulb into his ass.
As I squeezed all the water into his ass he didn't make a sound. I told him to stay in that position as I filled the bulb a second time, inserted it and added more water to his bowels. I smacked his ass and told him that I would leave the room to give him some privacy, and that he should take his time and expel the water. When he was done, he was to flush the toilet and as I heard him flush the toilet I would know it was time to come back in for the next round.
I left the bathroom and closed the door behind me. It wasn't too long until I heard the toilet flush. I went back in and he was standing as I filled the enema bulb again. I told him to get back down on all fours. Two more bulbs of warm water filled his bowels before I left him to expel again.
He learned quickly because the next time I came in the bathroom he was already on all fours. I think we went through four cycles of rinsing him out when I asked him how the water was. He said it was pretty clear. I think we went through one more cycle. I forgot to tell him on the last cycle to make sure he gets as much water out as possible.
When we were done in the bathroom I told him we were going to head upstairs. He had previously told me he might need to work on his cock sucking skills so I thought the best place to do that would be upstairs. Although I knew he was extremely interested in the cow milking machine and the fuck bench, I needed my cock sucked first, so we were starting upstairs.
We got upstairs and I briefly showed him all of the toys that I keep in the bedroom. Cock cages, ball weights, paddles and whips, and plenty of anal toys. I passed him a tight fitting cloth hood that has eye holes and a mouth hole. I told him to put it on. At first, as he pulled it over his head, I don't think he realized there were eye holes. I told him to pull it a bit forward that there were eye holes and we wanted to center the mouth hole so my cock had access to his mouth.
After he made the adjustment to the hood I told him to climb on the bed on all fours. I wanted to check out his ass. I wanted to start playing with his hole immediately.
Instinctively his ass rose into the air as his shoulders went down onto the bed. I think he has been in this position before. I grabbed some lube and squirted it on my finger as I rubbed it across his hole. I slipped my finger back and forth over his ass and then pushed a finger inside. Oh my god, it went in easily. I knew his ass was going to get a lot of play today. This was going to be fun.
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Bull60 How can a str8 male fall in love with his Bull? This is a question that always calls my attention but lately it has become a surprising reality. For a Bull to pursue and obliterate any idea of str8 identity on a self proclaimed heterosexual male is a la or or of love. The Bull knows that this identity is misplaced but to convince the other male of this requires a deep knowledge of the male psyque. Our society has done much of the work for us, str8 males (I said it before) admire sports figures to the edge of homoerotism. But of course that's admiration and it stops there. These males will follow a strong male to hell and back and allow any sort of intimacy with the leader of the band, actually they crave it. When they finally come to me I know there's a need a need that eventually could turn into love and that is a great feeling. However if one finds a male that is slowly falling in love not only giving you ownership of their bodies but also their feelings; that's a sacred charter that cannot be underestimated. Why? Because that male is into you and your dealings with him you are a model they can submit and surrender to. In short, you've found a male bride and you must nurture that male and his feelings. For the str8 male to acknowledge such feelings is confusing because is attraction, lust, respect, and the acknowledgement that he has fallen in love with the man and his phallus; but most of all the character and security it brings to his life. He is now realizing that the best place to be is anywhere his Man places him: between his legs, under him, or on his back awaiting the entry of the phallus that will change his life forever.
As a Bull you know he is yours
anyway you want that however, to the outside only him will feel your power and control. Even if he goes back to women which is an option if they still want to claim his str8 persona, he will mount them imitating you and doing it for you. I had the pleasure of a baby named after me, and that’s the ultimate surender. It is his baby, now a teen, but every time he calls him he calls me. A male who loves you is a treasure to be had and a partner to nurture and possess beyond the physical.
mastergcs This is a topic which I have had more than a few conversations with other Masters and slaves. So I have decided to post what I believe here and what my house believes. I know this is going to rub some of the Masters/Doms or Masters/doms the wrong way. But we here at the House Of G believe in telling the truth, regardless of the cost to ourselves. Having said this let me launch right into the topic of my posting.
"Collar of consideration or under consideration collars"
1. The first thing that comes to mind is that the Master who has placed a slave under consideration is having trouble deciding whether he wants this slave to be wearing his collar and is unable to decided if the slave should be a member of their house.
2. The next possibility is that the Master wants to have his cake and eat it too. He wants the pleasure of controlling and using the slave, without making a commitment to the slave, thereby avoiding the responsibility of ownership. Both are fundamentally wrong. Either the slave is worthy or has the potential to be worthy of wearing the Masters collar or is not. If more time and communication is required, then the Master should do that. The undertaking of owning a slave requires that you know everything about that slave before placing your collar around their neck. If there is even the slightest of doubt or concern, then discuss your concerns with the slave. Collaring a slave is not something taken lightly. It is actually making a commitment that we and many others will agree is more serious than the wedding vows and in some cases more binding and lasting.
“The trust between Masters and Slaves is based on the same behavioral
Rules that regulate social life within a herd:
Those who have obtained a higher rank in the herd assume at the
same time the responsibility for the weaker members.” A Master should reveal to the slave what is expected of them if they wear the Masters collar and what their boundaries and duties will be. All of this should be discussed in great detail almost to ad nauseam. For many in this lifestyle it’s far easier to shed ones clothing and belongings than it is to open up and be revealing about your real desires. We call this being emotionally naked and it seems to be one of the hardest things that one of my slaves can learn. “I have accepted a collar.” 1. This is not dating in any vanilla sense. You may find a slave and initiate a conversation with them with the sole intention of putting the slave in your collar. Nothing is wrong with this. However, why would you, give the slave the initial upper hand in the relationship (before it even starts) with having the slave make the decision to either accept or reject your collar? By offering your collar to the slave and not waiting until the slave asks for it, has not the “Topping from the Bottom” already begun?
2. It is the Master who will structure, dictate, and control the parameters of the relationship not the slave. Hence it is the Master, not the slave, who will really do the bulk of the work in making the relationship successful or not.
3. The slave has a simple, yet complex duty ... please the desires and will of the Master. The slave does what it is told, how it is told, when it is told, without hesitation, remorse or embarrassment.
4. In reality, it is the slave who should offer themselves to the Master for enslavement and collaring. NOT the other way around. You're not seeking the slave to "take home to your mother." You're not seeking them to place an engagement ring on their finger. While that may happen at some point, it is not the primary goal. The goal is to help the slave become the best slave it can be and to guide them to that end.
5. You want that slave, kneeling, naked at your feet, ready and willing to serve you with every fiber of their being to satisfy and please your desires.
I have never offered a collar to a slave. I was blessed to have a lifestyle couple with many years of experience act as my mentors when I first entered this lifestyle, and along the way I have had the opportunity to work with and meet some great Masters, who have all pitched in and helped with my education and mindset. But the main thing I have learned is the differences between the structure of a vanilla relationship and the structure of the Master/slave relationship. The commitment of a slave is on a whole different level than that of a vanilla relationship. And because the slave made it of their own free will and with the knowledge that they were surrendering all of themselves to the Master. This bond between Master and slave is unlike any other currently known.
Think about it, the Master offers a collar to the slave. The slave accepts it. Then later if the relationship or some aspect doesn't go as the slave desires, you've already given them a way out. But if they have to offer themselves to the Master, what they are saying is that they are ready to give the Master their all and that means 100% of themselves.
So let me end this by saying that the slave’s submission is not a gift. There submission is who they are and what they are. And if it is a “gift”, then the slave has certain expectations already that again reverts back to vanilla dating, that their charms (subtly translated sexuality) is something to be held in high esteem and treated as such. Yes, you can love and care for them. But their sexuality is yours and for your pleasure first. If at any point they feel that their "gift" is not that treasured by the Master, you again have given them an easy exit or even much worse a means of "topping from the bottom."
Verijaa If your profile pic is your crotch or your butt, from any angle, clothed or not, lingerie or not, chastity or not, I will "Hide" your profile from view. I do not want to be introduced to a crotch or a butt.
If your profile pic is a bathroom mirror nude body shot, I likely will not look further. Why would I want to get to know somebody with so little sense of aesthetics, so little willingness to put in a bit of effort, so little imagination?
A profile avatar is your introduction, your first hand-shake, not a place to bare your all. Even on a kink site, we are people first. Kinky does not mean a total lack of class or style or courtesy.
A profile avatar does not have to be a face pic, it doesn't even have to be you, it just has to show something interesting about you. A hobby, a pet, a silhouette of you against a sunset, a photo you took and love. If your body doesn't belong in a fashion magazine, don't expect it to be interesting to potential partners as a first introduction. Bodies become much more attractive for many women when we get to know the person first. We are looking for more than bodies. Show us a WHOLE PERSON.
That goes for the body of the profile, too. Show us a whole person, not another horny porn-fed online wannabe without a clue. Show you know what you are talking about outside of porn, which is NOT educational. Be a real, interesting, knowledgable person.
Or do please write to somebody else.
quirkylittle4daddy The Lighthouse Within: Illuminating Love and Power in Dynamic Union
I never knew a lo-, lo-, lo-, love like this
Gotta be special for me to write this
i tweaked this song with a higher pitch and a faster beat to really get into a deeper and more fulfilling emotional space than the song was. however, i am moving most of my platforms to something more professional ish and don't want to deal with the copyright. just know if you pitch it up and move it to a faster speed it's a different experience that is. beyonce's voice sounds more childish, impish, and little girl ish. a emotional and mental state i can resonate with more fully as an adult and little girl. the jayz voice sounds more of a stronger timber and more of a high hit on the drum sound....something more direct and focused and intentional and intense. the sounds in the background that are celebratory sound grander. the piano sounds angelic and full of joy, uplifting, something literally awesome.
awe·some
/ˈôsəm/
adjective
extremely impressive or daunting; inspiring great admiration, apprehension, or fear.
something other wordly, something in the clouds, something more expansive than earth ever can be.
Uh, uh, uh
This (uh, uh) is (uh, uh), ouu!
Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets
Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet
Ain't shit change, the streets is still watching
And my little baby Blue is like, "Who gon' stop us, huh?"
Ain't no way to stop this love, ain't no space if everything is love
Representing for my hustlers all across the world (still)
Still dippin' in my low-lows, girl! (still)
I put it down for the 713 and we still got love for the streets (ow!)
We played it cool at the pool of the Cancun, VMA
Confidence you exude make the fools stay away
Me, I played the room, let the fools have they say
Fate had me sitting next to you on the plane
And I knew straight away, uh
The next time we would speak was like two years away
You had a man, you shut it down until you two had a break
I bet that dude rued the day
You kept me up on the phone while you were away
You came back, I let you set the date, Nobu on the plate
I brought my dude to play it cool, my first foolish mistake
Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets
Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet
Ain't shit change, the streets is still watching
And my little baby Blue is like "Who gon' stop us, huh?"
Ain't no way to stop this love, ain't no space if everything is love
I'm representing for my hustlers all across the world (still)
Still dippin' in my low-lows, girl! (still), I put it down for the 713
And we still got love for the streets (ow!)
I never knew a lo-, lo-, lo-, love like this
Gotta be special for me to write this
Queen, I ain't mean no disrespect
But the way I network, it's hard for me to connect
My first time in the ocean went exactly as you'd expect
Meanwhile, you going hard, jumping off the top deck
A leap of faith, I knew I was up next
I never told you, but I told a few people we wed
Me, I'm off to Rome, you going back home instead
My first time in my life a live nigga felt dead
You came back, I had to act like it was cool in my head
Thoughts of jumping the broom, a player never been swept
Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets
Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet
Ain't shit change, the streets is still watching
And my little baby Blue is like "Who gon' stop us, huh?"
I'm representing for my hustlers all across the world (still)
Still dippin' in my low-lows, girl! (still), I put it down for the 713
And we still got love for the streets (ow!)
To all the good girls that love hustlers
To the mothers that put up with us
To all the babies that suffered cause us
We only know love because of ya
this song talks about still being from where you are from. the 713. this song doesn't need to be decoded as deep as others.
it's a tale of two bodacious bombastic people. i see it in the daddy dominant and little girl personality and identities. strong, powerful, like greek gods in sculptures running the world. pushing the line between safe and da
Minoan I've had some interesting conversations of late.
The one who spoke of how much her curiosity drove people away and then spoke about how her mental disorders stopped her being curious and that drove people away.
The one who who admitted all manner of deviant desires but then admitted me knowing those things made her uncomfortable in my company, so she ghosted me.
The one who believed slaves should have no rights, but that she could never be a slave because of that, but that being just a submissive was beneath her.
The one who masturbated openly to thoughts of degradation and humiliation, but was afraid her future owner would expose her to anything degrading or humiliating.
The one who wanted to serve anyone just to practise her skills, but admitted she couldn't serve at all because she just couldn't take D/s seriously.
The theme? Internal conflict. Its a very odd thing to see so many here pulled in such clearly opposing directions. Now, people of all persuasions have regularly dreamed of writing cheques it turned out they couldn't cash; that's par for the course and expected - our reach often exceeds our grasp, after all.
But this almost 50/50 spolit been desire and reality, between who we think we are and who we turn out to be, and who we present as and who we then admit to being, is something new.
I was away a while, but I did not expect to come back to this.
I think it's just fear, something of which there seems to be so much of, more than I ever remember.
People are afraid of speaking openly, afraid of seeming dumb, afraid of saying or asking the wrong thing, afraid of learning about themselves, and on and on and on.
What I think people are afraid of is being seen for who they really are because so many don't seem to know that basic fact about themselves, and they don't want to put the time, effort and work into finding out, or be vulnerable and humble enough to listen and learn if they do.
It's a dispiriting experience.
Elorin This is a somewhat tongue-in-cheek, somewhat serious exploration of how to get to know someone via collarspace.com. Or, I guess to put it honestly, how to get to know me.
Step 1. Read the fucking profile.
My profile is not short, but it’s not War and Peace. It has important content in it that will help you know whether we are compatible or not and save your time AND mine. When you see a photo of someone you are attracted to, a compliment is a lovely thing. But if you honestly want to start a relationship or dynamic of some sort with them, read their profile before writing. It’s a form of respect, both self-respect (keep yourself from writing to people who are wildly incompatible with you) and respect for the other.
Step 2. Don’t call me Mistress.
I don’t like unearned titles, and if you MUST address me by a title, Ms. is enough. Don’t call me Miss, don’t call me Goddess, don’t use one of a hundred other unearned titles. If the time comes when addressing me by a title is appropriate to our relationship, you will know and we will discuss the appropriate title at that time. Until then, you may call me Elorin or Ms. Elorin.
Step 3. Three sentence minimum.
This is my 95% rule for responding to a letter on collarspace. A rare exception comes in where I respond to an initial email with fewer than three sentences, but for the most part, that’s the rule. If you feel like writing three sentences is too much to ask from someone with no relationship with you so far, that’s fine. You can choose not to write or you can write less and I’ll just delete your message when I read it. And if you send a long, run-on sentence with no punctuation and capitalization, I’ll treat it as one sentence and delete, even if it should have been three sentences. This is a personal value of mine, and it’s important to me that my partners are literate and able to write and express themselves. I realize that some people don’t do well with writing, or expressing themselves online, and I have made an exception in the past to meet people in person and give them a chance to express themselves in person, but that is rare and again, 95% of the time, if you can’t write and sustain emails with me for a short amount of time, you won’t be compatible with me in person.
Step 4. Don’t immediately ask to go to another media.
I’m on Collarspace, you’re on Collarspace, write to me on Collarspace. If things go well, there will be time to provide my FetLife ID, or my Telegram ID. For the record, I don’t have an Instagram, Kik, or Twitter account, I don’t use Skype anymore, and I have no idea how to use TikTok to chat. If you want to talk on instant messenger, I use Telegram. And I won’t move to an instant messenger program until I’ve talked with you long enough to feel like it’s worth my time.
Step 5. Volunteer information.
Look at my profile. Look at your profile. If your profile is essentially empty, or is turned off, and basically provides zero information for me to learn about you before replying to your first message, provide some information about yourself when you write. Please note: a first email should be one or two moderately long paragraphs. If you write me a book in your first email, I may or may not read it but I won’t respond to it until I have time to dedicate to it, whereas a shorter email may get a response sooner. However, still, three sentence minimum. A good first message starts with a little bit about yourself, what you liked about my profile, and what you’re looking for – getting to know me, playing with me, becoming my full time submissive, something else entirely.
Step 6. Ask questions.
While my profile is long, there is plenty of information I did not provide. Ask me a question about something you’d like to know more about me. However, if you read the first two paragraphs of my profile and ask me something that you would know if you’d read the whole thing, I’ll probably delete your email. Fair warning.
Step 7. Share your answer
Either when you are initially asking the question or after I have replied with my answer, share your answer to the questions you ask! This prevents me from having to say “I like XYZ, what do you like?” and makes the getting to know you process go much faster.
Step 8. Volunteer more information
Whether answering a question of my own, or as in step 7, providing your answer to a question you asked me, volunteer information. There ARE yes or no questions, but there are very few questions where you can’t provide at least a little context with your answer. When you reply to questions with one word answers, you force me to try to ask follow up questions to figure out what the context is. This translates in my mind to how you would be during negotiations in BDSM. I spent years in my first marriage “pulling teeth” from a compulsive liar and control freak, trying to find out what the actual situation was and learn what was going on in our life. I refuse to do it again, and if I find myself having to “pull teeth” to get information from you because you are giving one word answers, I’ll just write you off and move on to someone who is more interested in actively getting to know me.
Step 9. Do NOT send me unsolicited fantasies.
It’s one thing (and an ok thing) to say, “I’ve always wanted to have a crop scene.” It’s another thing to write 5 long paragraphs about your ideal crop scene when I haven’t indicated any kind of interest or desire in knowing. Unsolicited fantasies are an automatic block.
Step 10. Do NOT ask me “If I were there what would you do to me/what would we do/what would it be like” questions.
I’ll shut you down and refuse to answer, and possibly block you. These are basically a request for free fap fodder and I’m not in the business of providing it, even if the honest answer would most likely not be enough to masturbate to. NOTE: If we’ve been writing for a while and you are planning to visit me/meet me and you ask me what to expect, that’s different and won’t get you blocked.
I don’t expect anyone to read this entire thing, but if you do, mention the instant messenger program I use with the word snowflake and you’ll get bonus points in our exchanges.
Ms. Elorin
breastfeedingboy Here is the more detailed version of my "about me":
It took me a while to settle in on using the name “breastfeedingboy”. I went through several other possibilities first. But I’ll explain that a bit.
First ... you could say I’m very “mouthy”. Because that’s what I do. I use my mouth. But more in that in a bit. LOL
I am in my 40s, live in the southeastern part of Pennsylvania. I’m not married and I have no kids. I am a straight guy with a steady job, a love for soup and steak and football.
Now ... I have a strong jaw and am “mouthy” because I enjoy ...
Breastfeeding, whether dry or otherwise. If breastfeeding is something you crave having done to you, I am your titty boy. Not just for a few minutes, but however long you desire. Make me nurse you for hours. I will keep up.
Cunnilingus (eating p***y, to put it vulgarly). From hood to perineum and every little place in between, I will give my tongue a workout so that you are made to skyrocket to the zenith. If you are soppy wet, I will lick you dry. If you are dry, I will lick you wet. And I don’t stop until you tell me to. If you wrap your legs around my ears or try to wiggle away, I stay with you and keep lapping until you verbally tell me to stop.
Toe sucking with foot massages. I’m still learning about this one but know that the entire foot needs pleasured while the toes are washed clean. I will keep researching it and learning more about it. But you could have the stresses of your day rubbed and sucked right out of your body through your feet and toes, all while you lean back and enjoy a glass of your favorite wine.
Kissing (on the mouth), with or without the tongue. ‘A woman can tell a lot about a guy, just based on the way he kisses.’ This may be a cliché statement, but it still has a great deal of truth to it. If you can’t convey anything she likes through a kiss, what difference will the rest make?
I am very big on hugs and cuddling.
Now ... about the profile name.
I thought about ‘oralslave’, but I’m not a slave. And using the word oral just sounded ugly.
I thought about ‘mouthyboy’ but I felt that made me sound like a bratty smartass. Nothing could be further from the truth. I’m an obedient soul.
I thought about “licknsuck” but then I immediately stopped considering that one as I wanted my name to show some class and some dignity.
‘breastfeedingboy’ was the goldilocks choice. It sounded just right.
I’m not a slave and not interested in being one. I would say I am a pleaser, which is why I selected submissive for my profile.
I am most interested in making the female body feel goooood, slowly and in several different places on the body. I will be looking for a woman who enjoys the company of someone with “mouthy” benefits.
Other things I enjoy:
Opening the door for a lady
Pushing in the chair for a lady
Flea Markets
State Parks
Action/Adventure Movies
Suspense/Thriller Movies
I’m not offering a service. And I’m also not looking to buy a service from anyone. I am simply a submissive type guy who loves to use his mouth. And I would love to meet the woman who would love to control my mouth in whatever way she wanted.
So if you are interested in anything you just read on this profile, please contact me and let’s chat.
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Not to come off as being rude but just so I’m not misleading anyone, I understand that sucking cock is also an oral “mouthy” thing to do. But I am straight and I have no interest at all in doing that. So you don’t need to contact me and remind me that sucking cock is oral. I am aware that it is oral.
There is absolutely no chance you will ever get me to do that.
CosmicCunt BOOM!
Dignity and Grace for our aging Elders in the new term, over corporate greed and SELF INTERESTED narcissistic dictating fascists!
I am an Independent and have voted equally for Republicans and Democrates.
In My lifetime, I have never voted for a liar or a thief or a convicted felon or an insurrectionist.
Team work makes the dream work.
No one ever lost because they helped another. ~ Leave the sorting to God and get busy helping your fellow man.
I know WHAT I am voting for and who I shall surround Me. Are you part of the problem or part of the solution?
snowcatsub How hard is it to actually read a profile before messaging someone? I mean really, it's not that difficult to do, either that or people just don't care. Seeing the messages I get it seems both. You want fuckmeat, move on I'm not it. I'm also sure as hell am not sharing my picture with anyone until I feel comfortable with you. I will also say again that this is the fastest way for me to ignore your messages and/or block you:
1. Clearly not reading my profile, I'll know if you are not from or around the location I stated, being right out disrespectful and thinking I'll actually want your "guidance" or be your "toy" when you couldn't take the time to look at my interest list or my limits which are all up to date.
2. Sending me pictures without asking me, this includes any kind of picture. If I want to see what you look like I will ask. Same with sending me a phone number or any other type of social media ID, if I want it I'll ask.
3. If you can't open a conversation with more than "Hi, how are you?" or just "Hi." Then I'm not interested, I like substance and if you can send a good opening message then I'll be more likely to wanna talk to you don't bother with anything half assed it just won't work.
4. You're profile and/or interest list is blank. I could understand if your proifle is brand new but if you've been on this site for more than a month I think you've had plenty of time to write and add in your interests. That helps me guage what kind of person you are.
Back2basics59 i am at a start of a new trail, where will it lead? i do not know, but i do know that i walk a small step behind You. Looking towards You to guide me, that You will pull me into You with a simple look, a word, or a command. The journey from the self-indulgent creature i am to the slave beauty You desire. A journey that will be fierce and difficult at times, one that will push me to the limit and past it, one that will find You throwing me off a cliff over and over again, to be waiting for me at the bottom, to catch me and say those two small words that make me want to please You more….”good slave”. It’s amazing how two small words can cause my spirit to burst forth, two small words that make me want and need to fall on my knees in front of You, back straight, head held high, eyes cast downward, legs spread apart and palms on thighs.You reinforce me to just how quickly i need this. How long it has been since i was truly in this mindset and just how wanton and needy i am. A connection of energy, of trust and of honesty. It is framed by the mutual respect, adoration, and admiration felt by both and a great deep fulfilling love can be found in and through it. And in my life, i strive for that deepness, it beckons me, calls to me.
GoddessVenom666 As those who choose to worship Me know, Goddess devotes Her Time, Her Energy, and Her Wisdom to slaves She selaspects. This is part of Who Goddess is. Growth for slaves is paramount.
This necessarily takes effort. In October, Goddess has selfishly focused only on Herself. My Growth. My Beauty. My Happiness. My Pleasure. Think of the absence of Goddess from this platform as simply an extension of locktober. slaves are denied something even more pleasurable than orgasm. They are denied Me.
Depsite this, four have shown the depth of their worship. Praising Me. sending Me energy. Worshipping. Such darlings. Demon, Kitten, Anastasia, Bunny are seen and valued. Rewards of worshipping Me even in My absence are tremendous as even non reciprocal worship gives you strength.
others, Lexi, Butterfly, Lu, Kira have lives that have taken them on various paths apart from Me. But still are valued, and are welcome in My Realm when their lives permit.
a few have disappointed and could do better.
those nervpus about approaching should do so. I am glorious. I will uplift you even as you sink into deep emotional and spiritual enslavement to Me. I always want more souls and more energy.
Sometime in November I shall return. And provide health and joy to those worthy, but especially to those named.
kisses, pets
Nanolee **The Bear’s Den**
The air in his apartment was thick with the scent of leather and cedar, a primal musk that clung to my skin as I knelt on the cold hardwood floor. My wrists were bound behind me, the rope biting just enough to remind me of my place. At six foot two, I was no small man, but in his presence, I felt like a fragile thing, a hundred pounds of trembling need locked in a cage of my own submission. The chastity device around my cock was a cruel reminder of his control, its metal teeth grazing my skin with every futile twitch of arousal. I was his, utterly, and the weight of that truth made my chest tighten.
He loomed over me, a mountain of muscle and menace, his broad frame blocking the dim light from the single lamp in the corner. His name was Viktor, a bear of a man with a barrel chest, arms like oak trunks, and a beard that scratched my skin raw when he’d kissed me earlier, claiming my mouth with a hunger that felt like a storm. His eyes, dark and unreadable, held a sadistic glint that made my stomach churn with fear and desire. Yet, beneath that cruelty, there was a flicker of something softer—something that made me trust him, even as my heart raced with dread.
“You’re mine tonight,” he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room. His massive hand gripped my chin, forcing my gaze up to meet his. “My little cock sock. You ready to be used?”
I nodded, my throat too dry to speak, the chastity cage tightening as my body betrayed me. His lips curled into a smirk, sinister and knowing, as he released my chin and stepped back, his boots heavy against the floor. He unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, the clink of metal echoing in the silence. My eyes followed the movement, hypnotized, as he freed himself, his cock thick and heavy, already glistening with intent.
“Open,” he commanded, and I obeyed, my lips parting as he stepped closer. The first thrust was brutal, filling my mouth until I gagged, my eyes watering as he held my head in place. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice softening for a moment, a strange tenderness in his tone. “Take it like a good boy.” His fingers stroked my hair, a fleeting gesture of care that made my chest ache, even as he fucked my throat with ruthless precision.
The chastity cage was torture, my cock straining uselessly against its confines as he used me. He teased me with words, his voice a dark melody. “Look at you, so desperate, so denied. You’ll get nothing until I say so.” His laughter was low, cruel, but his thumb brushed a tear from my cheek, and I leaned into the touch, craving the warmth behind his dominance.
He pulled out abruptly, leaving me gasping, my lips swollen and slick. “Up,” he ordered, yanking me to my feet by the rope binding my wrists. My legs trembled as he led me to the bed, a massive iron-framed thing draped in black sheets. He pushed me face-down, my chest pressed into the mattress, my ass exposed and vulnerable. The air was cool against my skin, but his hands were fire, spreading me open with a possessiveness that made my pulse race.
“You’re gonna feel me,” he said, his voice dripping with dark promise. I heard the snap of a lube bottle, the slick sound of him preparing himself, and then the blunt pressure of his cock against my hole. I whimpered, the stretch immediate and overwhelming, my body resisting even as I craved it. “Relax,” he growled, but there was a gentleness in his grip, his fingers kneading my hips as he eased inside, inch by agonizing inch. The pain was exquisite, a burning fullness that made me feel alive, claimed, his.
He fucked me with a rhythm that was both punishing and deliberate, each thrust driving me deeper into submission. The chastity cage rattled with every movement, a constant reminder of my denial, my cock throbbing uselessly as he used me. “My perfect little sock,” he taunted, his voice tight with lust. “Made for this, weren’t you?” I could only moan, my mind fogged with sensation, the world narrowing to the heat of him inside me.
Then, without warning, he slowed, his thrusts shallow, teasing. I felt a new warmth, a strange pressure, and realized with a jolt what was happening. He was pissing inside me, claiming me in a way that felt filthy and intimate, a violation that made my caged cock ache with need. “Take it,” he whispered, his voice softer now, almost reverent. “Every part of you is mine.” The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of shame and surrender, and I whimpered, my body trembling under his weight.
He pulled out slowly, leaving me empty and aching, only to grab me by the hair and pull me to my knees again. “Open,” he said again, and I did, my mouth ready for him. The taste of him was sharp and bitter as he released another stream, his piss flooding my throat as I struggled to swallow, to please him. His hand cupped my face, his thumb tracing my jaw, and I saw that flicker of care again, a silent promise that he’d never push me past what I could handle.
When he was done, he knelt beside me, his massive frame enveloping me as he untied my wrists. “You did so well,” he murmured, his voice a balm against the raw edges of my submission. He kissed my forehead, his lips soft where they’d been cruel, and pulled me into his arms. The chastity cage remained, a final act of denial, but his warmth, his strength, made it bearable. I was his—used, claimed, and cherished in the dark, mysterious dance of our desires.
SirInBrighton Having spoken to you for a few weeks now, we understand each other. Our face to face meeting is at hand.
I know what motivates your need to serve and please your man. In the vanilla world, you have confidence - or at least a veneer of confidence you maintain - but internally you feel yourself unsure, uncertain and that sometimes you just want to run away. I pick you up, dust you down with warm encouraging words, embracing you as you feel the strength of me and know I give you care and comfort.
I know you. I know your thoughts, I know your experiences and I know what you need from me. I know your hard limits and the agreed safe signals.
We share a strong connection already. We have an emotional bond and an excitement between us as we plan to become a unity, planning our homelife and talking about our values of partnership and family together.
I value your intelligence, your feminine elegance and your utter submission to me, only me. Your devotion, loyalty and eagerness to please whilst still maintaining your vanilla pride and confidence - I respect that and appreciate those qualities.
You enjoy the guidance I give you, my mentoring, the boundaries that I give you and my affection.
Soon, you will arrive. We have discussed this many times. We know what to expect of each other, and yet, there is still that excitement.
I hear footsteps approach my front door ...
SadisticPig1 Superior
Integrity
Honest
Protective
Dominant
Sadistic
Arrogant
Corrective
Controlling
Intense
Sarcastic
Creative
Raunchy
Deviant
Step up correct or do not step up at all.
Baldrick
Dreams
Everything is about our dreams
When we dreamers stop dreaming
The rest of you have no dreams left
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myworld15 100% Primal (Hunter)100% Dominant100% Exhibitionist100% Sadist100% Rigger100% Degrader95% Owner95% Voyeur88% Master/Mistress Missblue303 The below is a great place to start..
Rules
1. The male must always practice respect, whether in private or public. Stand when she enters the room. Sit (or kneel) as soon as She is seated.
2. Be totally attentive: open doors, offer her your coat, she sits first, begins to eat first, and always ask permission to leave her presence.
3. The male should never speak unless spoken to, or unless anticipating the needs of his Mistress.
4. The submissive will never sit with legs spread or slouch in a way typical of untrained males. Good posture and decorum is a sign of respect.
5. The male will never stare at a woman without her permission. Unless the woman seeks eye-contact, the submissive will keep his eyes lowered at all times.
6. When walking with his Mistress, or any woman, the submissive will keep his gait in step with hers, which usually means taking smaller steps. The male should always be at least 1-2 steps behind, but not too far because he must open all doors.
7. The submissive must always be pleasant, never argue and never pout.
8. The male surrenders control of how he spends his time, how he dresses, what he eats, where he sleeps, the friends or acquaintances he is allowed to keep.
9. The submissive must remember that his orgasm does not belong to him but to his Mistress. It is Hers to use or deny... however she sees fit.
10. The submissive may never touch his own genitals without the permission of his Mistress. When washing, he must use a wash cloth or brush, never his hands.
11. The submissive should never buy his own clothing without the guidance of his Mistress. He should buy what pleases her, not what he likes.
12. When urinating, the submissive will always sit on the toilet... no exceptions.
13. The submissive must submit to eating only “submissive food” selected by his Mistress whenever she requires it.
14. When a meal is over the submissive must be quick to clear the table and wash the dishes.
15. The submissive must always give his Mistress the first choice of everything — She picks the channel on TV to watch, the restaurant to go to, the movie to see, the friends to entertain, etc.
16. The submissive will perform all household chores for his Mistress , to include(but not limited to): sweep and vacuum all floors and carpets mop all floors dust and polish all furniture make the beds every day wash and fold all clothing linen scrub bathrooms clean kitchen Cook meals wash dishes set the table shop for groceries take out trash and sort recycled items run all errands. Keep the lawn and grounds in great shape. Fix broken things around the house. Keep things maintained ie change the furnace filter every 3 months. Wash all cars inside and out. iris73j The treat
She popped on a playlist and smiled the whole time she got herself ready for this dinner date. It was a real treat to be taken out to their favourite foody pub and she was tingling in anticipation of being out and about in public with him.
She left her hair to dry naturally in soft waves and applied minimal makeup as she decided on a rberry plunge bra and matching stretchy lace panties. She eased them on, over the suspender belt already in place, and then slipped the thin jersey dress over her head. She looked in the mirror. “Perfect,” she thought to herself. The ditsy floral dress clung to her breasts and waist and the v-neck was deep enough to display a good amount of cleavage, before flaring out loosely over her ample hips and arse to stop just above her knee. She pulled on her leather knee-high boots, grabbed her jacket and bag and skipped downstairs to wait for the door.
He arrived not long after and she let him in. “I have a surprise for you,” he said with a grin, holding his closed fist out. She smiled broadly and put out her hand. When he opened his fist something warm and heavy dropped into her palm. “Go and put it in,” he ordered quietly. She looked at the in her hand. It was a shiny metal sphere, about the size of a large marble. She let it roll around her palm and felt some kind of weight shift inside the smooth sphere.
A little later, as she climbed into his car, she felt the weight shift inside her cunt and the anticipation of the evening ahead flared in her belly. Before starting the car she felt him look her over and she became very aware that her breath quickened under his gaze. He didn’t say anything, but placed his hand on her right knee and let it slide upwards, pushing the fabric of her dress ahead of it. When her stocking-tops were exposed he briefly traced his finger over the soft flesh of her inner thigh, forcing her to part her knees. “Hungry?” he asked. “Very,” she replied, a little breathlessly. Satisfied, he started the car and they set off.
The pub was located in a small village a short drive from her home. One or two locals were sat at the bar, but the restaurant area was dimly lit and virtually empty. He walked her over to the corner end of the bench that ran along one wall - the end nearest to the small fire – and motioned for her to sit at right angles to him at the square table. He had a good view of the room and the archway to the bar, whilst she was mostly hidden by the wooden dividing panels which were spaced along the length of the bench's back.
She settled onto the cushion covering the wooden bench, removed her jacket and flexed her shoulders against the back rest. A waitress brought two menus over and took their drinks order from him. He picked up one of the menus but didn’t pass it to her. Without thinking she reached out her hand for the other menu, still resting on the edge of the table. She ged sharply in surprise when his hand flashed across the table and firmly grabbed her wrist, her fingertips still hovering above the menu. “No choosing for you tonight,” he said. The waitress had stopped uncertainly a few steps away from the table, holding a tray with their drinks on it. She seemed unsure about whether to approach or whether she would be intruding. They both turned to smile at her and he released her wrist, letting her return her hands to her lap. They both thanked the waitress as she placed the drinks on the table and then she left quickly, without asking if they were ready to order. Again, he studied the menu, occasionally flicking his eyes over to look at her as if matching the food to how she looked. She felt her cheeks warm under his gaze and realised she needed to squirm in her seat to release some of the heat she felt in her belly and cunt. The shifting marble inside her gave her no respite from the arousal that was building; instead she felt her nipples stiffen inside her bra and she had to open her mouth to return her breathing to normal. He smiled behind the menu before closing it and placing it back on the edge of the table, waiting for the waitress to notice that they were ready to order.
It wasn’t long before the waitress was standing at their table again, small notepad in hand. She looked directly at the woman and asked, “What would you like?” The woman blushed and rocked forward on the bench. Her mouth opened slightly, as if she was about to speak, but she turned her head to the man instead. The waitress frowned slightly – confused rather than annoyed – and turned to the man as he began to speak. “We’ll have the sticky barbeque ribs for two, followed by one seabass with new potatoes and green salad, and one ribeye with fries. MR for the steak and oil and vinegar for the salad please.”
Finally, they were left to talk with no likelihood of interruptions for a while at least. Their conversation flowed easily. They spoke about work, friends (mutual and individual) and their plans for the next few weeks. As they spoke she grew more and more aware of his gaze. She could almost feel it gliding down her neck, over her collarbone and plunging between her breasts. Despite their everyday, normal conversation she felt the heat from his eyes as they slid over her breasts, down her belly and she imagined them settling over her clit. His hands were cled, elbows resting on the table as he spoke to her. He didn’t touch her throughout their convers ation, yet she still felt her arousal swelling inside her. Her voice became lower and breathy as she talked to him. She found herself leaning forward and turning towards him as they talked; her neckline gaping for his gaze. She hadn’t realised, but her knees had spread beneath the table. An unconscious way of allowing herself to press her clit against the thin cushion as she leant forwards. All of a sudden, his hand rested warmly just above her knee and patted. She instantly sat up straight and, moments later, the waitress set a large plate of ribs and two finger bowls on the table.
They ate the sticky ribs without much talking. The silence and having to eat with her fingers seemed to shrink her world to a private bubble around their table. She felt primal. Sucking meat from the bone, sticky juices staining her lips, she was very aware of the fact that her nipples were now hard enough for her to feel them rubbing inside the bra she was wearing and her clit was screaming at her to be rubbed harder and more directly than on a soft seat cushion. He looked carefully at her as they ate. Watched her body perform it’s little rocking motions in the seat, watched her green eyes darken and her tongue lick sauce from her lips. He let her eat two more ribs and then told her to sit back and have a drink. He finished the remaining ribs while she sat there, almost panting, as she fought to control herself. He judged that she had got a good handle on herself by the time he had finished eating so he dried her fingers for her, after she had used the finger bowl, sliding the soft napkin along each finger to the tip. She looked at him as he dried her fingers, the gentle tug of the napkin on each finger sending a shiver to her spine that caused the hair on the back of her neck to rise. Her eyes pleaded with him, tried to convey to him how close she was to wantonly climbing onto his lap and grinding her cunt ont
MasterDraconus Stirring of the Mind
Well it was asked in a forum of recent why guys often date younger and I had a quick response for it but it left my mind a stir. So I felt it better to write it out.
Why do guys date younger?For myself it is rather simple. Is it the thrill of something so taboo? The sexual conquest? Not for myself. At a certain point men become tired of the drama from women of similar age. In my case I was given options like a single mother who wanted me to buy her a car after a single non date to fix her laptop, or a person who made it her mission in life to crush the souls of those she married out of financial gains and to feel that rush of power. I often found myself in a position of lifting my partner up whilst sacrificing myself and my own needs.
Whereas when dating younger you may deal with immaturity, drama over things you now know are really petty, but you get that chance to guide the relationship down a better path than I may of chosen when younger. She trusts me to do whats right and to pull from my years of experience. She respaspects me truly and can be molded into the best form of herself as I help her gain her confidence, knowledge of life, and wisdom she may not of otherwise of gotten with guys her age.
LondonTriangle A handful of journals on here discuss disability and sexuality.
It shouldn't be challenging but it does make me think why should a disability hinder your true feelings or needs.
Some interesting artists have popped up locally: Mari Katayama
Very inspiring.
For some of the creative appreciators in the fetish scene.
subMeghan Hmm... a journal entry, eh? Not quite sure what to say here... or even if this thing works. Let alone if anyone out there will read this.
Let's just start with a basic confession: I love sex, and I like it rough. I have had fantasies about being raped ever since I a girl. Of course back then, those fantasies were pretty tame. Mostly being captured by a villian who would tie me up and keep me in his dungeon where he would, G, try to kiss me! As I got older the fantasies became... how say I say it.. more graphic... The more I think about it, the more I realize that my rape fantasies pretty much follow a basic pattern: I'm out and about... It's night... I'm alone... and I find myself in a bad situation... and then one or more (usually more) tough looking guys show up and start getting into my person space, then they start trash talking and insulting me, then they start touching me and pushing me around. Naturally I resist and try to get away, I usually am able to run away for a bit then they catch me again. after that, they usually rip off all my clothes, hold me down, and have there way with me... The specific details change, but that's the basic formula...
We'll see who reads this...
Catch ya later,
subMeghan
Mzspanks End of 2021 !!! A lil note to say ... Thank you for all the funny, sweet, lewd, crude, caring , seductive and fucking outrageous .. emails, naughty pics and vid clips throughout this past year ..I've been truly entertained by some, moved by more than a few and heart strings tugged at a time or two ..
May we all find what we seek ..
I discovered Collarme now Collarspace in my late 30's.. going into my mid 50's now and it's still an awesome site.. I've met some pretty amazing men and women ..online and lots offline too ! I've fallen in love, made mistakes and shed a tear or two for not taking a chance or not making an effort when I didn't feel the "timimg" ..
Ya know we never have enough time, there's that one day tho !! It's called regret !
So... whatever you identify as and whom ever it is you choose to please and for whatever your reasons .. do it all the way and the only way you know how .. by being you!! Authentcally u! Don't cheat yourself out of being that needle one the haystack..
Happy Kinky New Year ..
Hugs, bumps and grinds !
Ms. Eve
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AKRONOHIOMAN August 22, 2024 - Pennsylvania Red and something new !
Pennsylvania Red came over for a visit. I recently thought about how I give my guys their nicknames. In this case, his name on one of the hookup sites has the word "RED"in it, and he drives all the way from Pennsylvania. So, today we're talking about "Pennsylvania Red."
Today I was wearing only a jockstrap when he arrived. He stripped in the garage, with the garage door standing wide open. He put his clothing in a milk carton near the entrance door to the house. The milk carton case has a sign on it saying, "Useless pieces of human flesh should strip naked and leave their clothing here before coming inside."
As expected, he came in completely naked. I was leaning back in my chair watching porn and I beckoned him over where he got a nice whiff of my nasty dirty jockstrap. I told him to lick my cock through the jockstrap. Eventually I pulled my cock out the side of the jockstrap and started forcing him deep onto my cock. I laughed each time he gagged.
After a while of having my cock sucked in my lounge chair, I said let's set upstairs where I can be more comfortable. I laid on my back in bed and tucked my cock back inside the nasty jockstrap. He started licking and chewing at my cock through the dirty jockstrap. Eventually I pulled it to the side again so he could suck on my cock again. I grabbed him by the back of the head and pushed him down deep on my cock. He was having a good day at cocksucking. I was definitely enjoying it. Occasionally I would lock my hand behind his head and buck my hips up into his throat. I could feel his slobber and drool coating the jockstrap and my balls. This was great, add some more scent to the jock strap for the next guy.
I just laid back and enjoyed him working on my cock. It felt wonderful. I reached up and grabbed my camera and snapped a few pictures of his mouth bobbing up and down on my cock. He wasn't wearing a hood today so I can't share those pictures, but I do enjoy viewing them privately.
At this point my head was at the top of the bed, my feet at the bottom. He was at the bottom of the bed facing upward toward my cock. I wanted to play with his ass so I told him to shift around to the side, still kneeling on the bed, with my cock in his mouth. I wanted to make his ass available to my right hand. He knows that I love to play with his ass. When he suckis sucking my cock, there is nothing more fun than digging and grinding in his ass with my fingers. I keep forgetting to bring a fuck toy to bed with me. Next time I'm going to have to fuck him deep and hard with a rubber toy, maybe even a vibrating toy, as he sucking and choking on my cock.
I put some lube on my fingers and found his hole. It was tight as usual. But I sunk two fingers as deep as I could into his ass with a quick thrust. He let out a muffled howl on my cock as I assaulted his hole. I started fucking his ass with my fingers quite rapidly. And without warning I slipped a third finger in. He wasn't lubed or loose enough for the addition of the third finger and he let out quite a yelp. I yanked my fingers out and shoved two back in him. I quickly found his prostate again and started harassing it with my fingers. I took my left leg and looped over the back of his neck and used my leg muscles to trap my cock in his mouth. I started finger fucking his ass hard again. He was whimpering. I was being rough today. I loved it. I'm not sure if his whimpering sounds were good or bad but I didn't care.
With my leg looped up over his neck trapping him onto my cock, I started swatting his ass with my greasy hand. It made hard contact. I switched from one cheek to the other knowing that they were stinging and turning red with each additional smack. In this position his hole was still spread wide open as I smacked his ass. So occasionally, between smacks, I would shove my fingers up into his ass, just to hear him grunt and then I would start spanking him again.
Then instead of spanking him on the left cheek or the right cheek, I smacked him right on his hole. He let out a painful moan. It made my cock throb inside his mouth. My leg was still latched over his neck so he couldn't get away from me even though he tried. I smacked right onto his tender hole over and over. Smacking a few times and then finger fucking him. Smacking a few times and finger fucking him hard and deep again and again.
I relaxed my leg and let him come up for some air as I got that third finger back into his ass. As he was gulping for air trying to catch his breath, he was almost crying from the pain of the third finger in his hole. But I was in "a mood," I really didn't care, not at all. I was enjoying it today.
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Bernalillo Once agion I am reminded that "Werner Heisenberg — ‘Not only is the Universe stranger than we think, it is stranger than we can think. so there is hope
wayward5oul Read a profile tonight. The dumbnant said that he is looking for someone he can tell "what a piece of shit she is even in front of others even her family".What ever happened to "don't scare the nillas"?Vanilla people didn't consent to be a part of your dynamic. Even other kinksters didn't consent.Who are you to do what we do in front of non-consenting people, especially if it can have consequences for your partner outside of bdsm circles?That just screams to me of someone who is an abuser, not a dom.Prove me wrong.
For some reason, won't let me spell d-u-m-b-i-n-a-n-t right ..
HotHungCleanDom Here is my experience with the bimbo:She worked at a car dealership as a receptionist when we met. She dressed conservatively, never showing much skin. She was pretty, but could have really been a 10 with better hair/make-up etc. She was slim, had a round ass, and her best feature - her glorious D cups. She was simple minded. We fucked on the first date and by the third date she asked to stop at a pharmacy. She point blank said, "I'm going to pick up some lube so you can fuck me in the ass tonight". We starting dating and getting to know each other. I learned it was fine to be a bit aggressive with her. When she was in the mood, she fucked like a raunchy porn star. She loved to be dirty or nasty. She loved ass to mouth, spit/sloppy blowjobs, being spit on, getting/giving rimjobs. Even with unbelievable tits, nobody is perfect. Outside the bedroom, dealing with her became a chore. She could be very childish and whiny, constantly complaining. Also very stubborn or moody at times. She could also be demanding. I liked the slut a lot more than I liked the girlfriend. One day she'd wake me up with a blowjob and the next she wouldn't speak to me because I forgot to wear the cologne she bought me. Or She'd pick a restaurant, not like the food, and be in a bad mood all night. It became difficult to deal with her inconsistent behavior. It became she was really only good for one thing. And after a night of her begging for ass to mouth, she said I treated her too much like my "slut instead of [my] girlfriend". Things ended not long after. That's why I am open to find a girl who is more agreeable and build the bimbo onto her.
KandMcouple The pacifier falls from his mouth and even before I hear it hit the floor he says, louder than I expected, "I will never fuck you again, Kristen." And almost before he even gets the words out he immediately grunts and convulses. I know he's orgasming before I see the spurts of cum escape out the waistband of his white and baby blue diaper. He has been humping his diaper for less than two minutes, and his inability to last any longer drives me crazy inside. I can’t wait to find my hitachi. His mouth is open and he's breathing heavily. Now that he's cum, I want to drive this new reality. "Now, tell me again M, 'I will never fuck you again.'" He catches his breath, looks at me spent, like a puppy, a sad, broken puppy. Quietly he says, "I will never fuck you again Kristen." I'm not convinced and say, "up on your knees, and say it louder." It is taking all of my strength not to plunge my fingers under my dress and into my underwear as I watch him struggle from sitting to his knees, but I know that immediately post orgasm he needs to be made to understand. "Now, look me in the face and tell me you agree and accept that you will never have sex with me again." I see it now, conviction in his eyes, he has accepted it and the moment hits me like a ton of bricks. This feels more significant than when he said, "I do" years ago. He goes a step beyond...I am again so proud of him. So proud where I have been able to direct us.
M looks me in the face, crosses his arms behind his back grabbing his forearms, straightens himself...
"K, I willingly agree and whole heartedly accept that we will never again have sex. I fully accept that we have crossed a line and cannot go back. I am yours. I love you, I want this for you, I want this for us."
I can't stand it...I am torn by the most arousal I have ever felt between my legs and the bursting emotion inside my chest. I tear up, get on my knees with him and wrap my arms around him, we hug for a long time. When we let go we both have tears on our cheeks. "I love you" I say. "I love you" he says.
COSMlCCUNT This is a time to remain very aware.
Keep close watch over those who seek to distract and otherwise keep you busy whilst they rape and pillage our government and our republic. It is the oldest trick in the book - keep them busy and in fear, meanwhile they shall help theirselves to a sizable helping of the American Taxpayers monies and benefits.
Whilst government programs are being cut, WATCH WHERE THE MONEY and BENEFITS GO. A simple diversion tactic.
All the law suits will keep people occupied while more and more of our liberty is stripped.
Consider: while the 'parents' have allowed the 'undisciplined child and friends' to run wild, the greater world wide community will have no problem 'spanking' the errant child and holding the 'parents' accountable for not parenting. IT CAN ALWAYS GET WORSE.
Be care full, be watch full, be account full and "do not go gentle into that good night."
Be proactive and be ready for the change which is most certainly here.
LilMiera What being a sub means for me
Being submissive to someone allows me to put my at ease knowing that no real pain will happen under My Dominate's protection. I know what is done is for my own benefit or theirs but not just theirs. It allows me to turn off the part if my brain always questioning or assuming something bad is about to happen. Being shown I belong to that person comforts me!
I wish to find one who will help me be better! Not just for their pleasure but also in my life! Someone who will communicate their needs and consider all mine. Someone who is willing to balance not just take. Someone who has my best interest and my heart at the forefront of their mind. They guide, they support, they encourage me to be my best self!
Although I struggle with it I am taking steps to better my life and work towards my goals both at work and home, I'm learning about how to be a better active listener currently and hoping to try to be more active and eat healthier.
SweetDommeForLuv :'( :"""( :"( :""( wish i had someone to be here care ease my pain a little comfort hold me something. so hurting down used cheated on lied to hurt never good enough so much bad in life and hurt
McBee MstrB writing from midtown
been looking for one decent slave for some time now
it will be well trained for a variety of domestic services
and hopefully
for the slaves sake
it is able to learn from its corrections
…even better if it already knows exactly what it’s good for!
...all its further educating will be done
with a strap kept very close by....
it will be made to understand it has
no rights
no privileges
no freedom
to come or to go
without asking for
and receiving
express permission
so much in life is correctly forbidden to a slave
and it must be reminded of this consistently
if not constantly
slave has no secrets
no privacy
or much time alone
and certainly no participation
or place
in any considerations or discussions
about things going to be done with the slave
in fact it has no say in much of anything
slaves Owner will have full authority over
the slave and its affairs
and will use that authority very strictly
I am understanding of slaves condition
I am sympathertic to its plight
and always give a slave what it needs
but allow very little of what it wants
this is both an Owners prerogative over the slave
as well as an extension of a kind of parental authority
therefore no disrespect
or disobedience will be permitted
...ever!
MrB
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I use…and enjoy very much using… real discipline- isolation- humiliation-lots of busy work in the home...all to train a female to a level of acceptable domesticity…sort of housebreaking the slave…teaching both the need for her focused Obedience and the necessity to perform with humility and accuracy whatever is demanded from her
chores chores chores…so much to be done….so many things to attend to...
upon collaring slaves pussy will be immediately closed for business as her chastity must be clearly established for the oversexed sluts own good...she will have no orgasms until permitted ..her hands fingers etc will be kept from her vaginal area except for purposes of good hygiene and then only under direct supervision...
rule of thumb...a slave will be fully given what she needs and very very little of what she wants.
so I am here seeking full Ownership of such a woman and she would do well to have a real slave personality....certain qualities will be emphasized in her training as more wanted than others...humility for instance...a highly prized quality that can't be stressed enough and that is wholly attractive to see when presented with sincerity …she will be shown how to provide service as the Obedient intelligent servant she was born to be… she will complement my life and basically make things easier for me in whatever way she is called on…as a relationship develops between Owner and slave she will come to appreciate more and more the kinds of support and guidance given to her... she will learn to approach her Owner with nothing less than demonstrable Respect under all circumstances… her training in how to properly submit herself will never really end so her attention will be directed to intellectual things I will insist she consider and think about...adult slave lessons on a cerebral level…
she will be stripped, anally plugged and put into a submissive position on her knees or perhaps ordered to freeze on her tiptoes... she will then be closely questioned about these things…her answers are required and truly valued… she must be responsive and forthcoming to all questions about her feelings her moods and her progress in becoming more servile and useful..the point being to make her a better servant and a more responsive slave....these interrogations and her confessions of her feelings will be a ritual she will learn to anticipate and expect …the reasons for them are simple..I want her to be fully aware of her condition in this lifestyle and in my life most of all…she belongs to me as my property and she is subject to my discipline my control my desires and decisions for her… I want her to learn to accept and in the end embrace the benefits she enjoys thanks to me because I do what I think is best for her…
I will do whatever needs to be done to turn this woman into the best slave she can possibly be
…I am a sexual sadist all my life and knew this when I was about eight or nine though I had no idea of the implications…
I use many forms of personality and behavioral techniques.. real discipline, humiliation, isolation, very tight bondage, sensory dep... whatever I find has the greatest effect on her emotions..
I will happily enforce her Obedience until she learns to respectfully offer it...one way or another I will get what I want from her…she will be trained to domestic service of various kinds...she will be watched closely and fairly judged on how well she performs these tasks and she will be unfailingly punished when she fails to do them as instructed...her good service is a pure reflection of her Respect for her Owner and her place in his life... her Obedience is the essence of her slave self....to be useful in all ways and show that she knows her place at all times is one of her many goals as the slave she is.... and her training will center heavily on perfecting her attitude as she is carrying out the tasks given her ...no matter what the work or activity is, it must be performed with a pleasing attitude...with humility...
and if not?...
so many reasons a woman offers to give her a memorable correction…as though a reason were even needed.
I am open for discussion of all issues which will come up and need to be addressed to keep things balanced and harmonious between Owner and slave…she will be safe and protected from as much of the outside world as she wants to not have to deal with... I welcome the amazing emotional connections that come from a successful M/s relationship and take full responsibility for what I do !... not everything can be solved with a strap but for a true slave? nothing else will do……McB
Bombo10 October 2024 update: Residing in AZ Tempe/Mesa area - On Fetlife as well if wish to interact on that medium.
Quick updates. Health is healthy. All testing up to date as of Oct. 11th 2024. Negative and clean bill of health. CollarSpace is still ancient on profile updating I see. Life updates - Worked as a caregiver for a decade did hospice care, they all have passed on. Planned the funerals for those without families. No longer wish to continue the health care route.
Went into the Trades. Got a job offer out in AZ and leaving CA late November early December. Great second career path and I’m happy to be in a new state with a feeling of newness. Can’t wait for my first monsoon and AZ heatwave.
Notice some profiles here. Bad submissives - Happy to say I paid off every debt and loan ever accumulated. Got new car in full. Coming into a new state with living expenses paid for half the year. Saved up. Will be nice working, learning, and saving.
About me physically - I’m 5’9 and have a smooth/waxed body with a smooth bubble butt. Somewhat above average at 7’ thick cut with low hangers. I am a submissive and like older Dad types. Dad bods. Pretty private. Attractive.
Generally more passive or submissive. I enjoy fitness, health, and exploring new things.
Into 1950's D/s servitude lifestyle of doting and pampering. Enjoy being slightly bullied, pushed around, asked to do things/chores, under foot, subservient younger/Dom Scenario with a Guy -
Enjoy breath play particularly during oral as well as being an overall submissive. Not only just in the bedroom but with him in general; taking notice of his interest and hobbies. Using that to find ways to please him until he feels satisfied with the disappearance of nuance stresses that plague all of us everyday. Having a Dom relax and not worry what he does or says and takes a breather without having to refocus on his sub and their needs is what I like. I get along well with confident dominant types.
Getting to the point where I lower my inhibitions and use my body to bring out the gratification he deserves. To the point where I relax and allow myself to be taken under his control.
I'm a sub male in general. I workout towards a tone fit build over big muscles to have more of a streamline body. - Male/boy. Nice features. This site is a pain on updating anything.
geoOct1st Chastity - Week 95
Today is day 666 of my chastity journey, the 41st day of being locked constantly 24/7. The openness design of this cage allows me to be squeaky clean without removing it. i didn't think the 24/7 constant locking would be so humbling.
Chastity is not always a punishment Chastity can be a sign of adoration Chastity is not always an acknowledgement of inferiority Chastity can be a sign of strength and dedication
As the waves of submissiveness wash over me The longing to serve deepens to serve deepens
lostnlooking9 I will chat with anyone, from anywhere. Relationship oriented, or just general chat about.. anything.I am open to, and possibly able to relocate fairly soonish, possibly anywhere I so choose.I am able to visit anyone, anywhere.However note, that if our messages here get serious to the point of thinking about or talking visit/relocation, I would expect to video chat, at least a couple times before doing so. At a minimum. This is only a requirement before I spend hundreds or thousands to visit you. If there is no such plan, I'm happy to keep things message only forever.I do not need, expect, desire, or want anything kink or sexual. Just some "face to face" conversations. If we can't do that via online, why would I expect it would be so different in person?
And video chat requirement doesn't apply to someone I can reach by car within a day or so. But as soon as I need to take a flight somewhere, that is where things change.That said, I do believe online, long distance relationships can work if both sides wish it to. Abd I am able to relocate.The relationship matters, not the location I live in.
differentsub So slightly better news. 99.9 percent of the people who get this cancer are either heavy smokers, heavy drinkers, or drug users, and have depressed immune symptoms. Since I am none of those things, my chances of making it out of this alive is closer to 80 percent than 50. I'll take it. I go in for surgery next week. They are cutting out a piece of the back of my tongue, a piece of the back of my throat, and going into the side of my neck and removing all the lymph nodes. Fortunately, the surgical techniques have advanced a lot and they no longer have to take out all the bones and muscle in my neck along with it. So I will have a scar on my neck, but won't be grossly disfigured. I won't be able to eat solid food or talk for a few weeks, and it's still going to be horribly painful, but better than dying. And hopefully, if they get it all, I won't need to follow up with chemo and radiation and it won't come back. But this cancer does like to come back. I will worry about that when it happens. For now, I'm going to focus on getting through this and keep living my life as best I can. Thanks to everyone who took the time to write me about their own survival stories, or to offer support.
MorghanXX Who am I?
When I was in kindergarten, I got my very first parent-teacher meeting because I convinced a nice little boy (Timmy, Tommy, something like that) to climb into the toy cabinet. He complied (what joy!), and I then proceeded to tie the door handles together with a shoelace. Silly me, I didn't know basic rope safety back then. I didn't have safety shears, and when I could not untie my knots, little Timmy/Tommy got rather upset. It was then that a teacher had to come rescue him, and the poor Catholic School teachers realized that they'd better get on the horn to Mom and Dad, pronto. Looking at me, they must have thought "this kid was going to be A Problem."
True enough, I read ahead of the class, ignored instructions in favor off more efficient methodologies, and continued to be large and in charge over the years.
I'd say it's been all downhill from there, but I've rather enjoyed the ride!
SuaveItalian L.A: I need a Female Domme or Switch date to a FemDomme Dungeon Play Party in West Hollywood Sat. Nov. 6
https://fetlife.com/events/1045163
I want to attend the Sweet Sadist FemDomme BDSM play party in West Hollywood Sat. Nov 6. The Dungeon is richly stocked with MANY BDSM play stations on the first floor. On the second floor is a lounge room and another bedroom with 3 or 4 clean beds.
I live in Northridge, San Fernando Valley, L.A. I will need you to pick me up in Northridge, take us to the BDSM Play Party in West Hollywood, and then take me back home to Northridge after the party is over at 1:00 am.
I am a Male Switch Rigger, but I will play as a male submissive on the main floor. I floggings, spankings, body worship and foot worship (100% ANY female body part), strapon sex, bondage, cock & ball bondage, and roleplaying. More of my fetishes are listed on my FetLife Profile, along with my BDSMTest.org test results.
Thank you,
SuaveItalian
TheVintageYears It will be OK
Two drifting people on different ways,Living limited lives from distant days.Surrounded by many, yet still alone,Both in houses, but neither at home.A chance encounter - light, no more -Stirred something deep in each to the core.Old memories woke, a future appeared,New beginnings whispered where caution had steered.One stepped forward, the other stepped back,Too much to carry, too much to track.Too deep for one heart to sustain,And early joy gave way to pain.Like moths to flame they circled still,Neither yet ready for the bitter pill.Until at last he spoke his truths,Releasing both back to their roots.They dared to dream - and will again -Just not together.That much is plain.
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had burned with shame, and I sensed the humiliation she felt at having
The officer prodded me with the sword we presumed so, finding
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Teasing them as to how handsome their new masters would be.
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circling moons, but suddenly the fires disappeared, kicked apart in
I waited, kneeling at his feet, puzzled that he, like the others in his
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of soilder watching the procession. I ran blindly through the now
to the streets below to rally the dispirited citizens of AR, to call them
Epilogue
DdiMarco November 15th, 2024
Back on collarspace!
November 4th, 2020
I had not been online for quite long. I just come to update my profile and to reply all those kind and gentle messages from my contacts. My life changed quite a lot and those days when all was fun and BDSM and long gone. I became a mother of two beautiful boys and with all the Covid19 situation, my life is reduced to motherhood. I love my family and do not regret it but I miss those days when I was never worried, I was always sitting pretty, dressing like the queen I am and being served by female and male subs. Perhaps some day that will happen again? )UPDATE Yes, life evolves and keeps going!I moved to Belgium, I am in the process of divorcing but I am still in a poly relationship (that has not change). This is my second week in Belgium and I am hoping soon to be ready to get involve in the local BDSM scene.I would love to get to know people around here and know how things work around. It would be great to get a domestic slave and an assistant, a Lady is always in constant need of attention...............................................................................................................Relocating soon to Belgium...
Bombo10
Enjoy breath play particularly during oral as well as being an overall submissive. Not only just in the bedroom but with him in general; taking notice of his interest and hobbies. Using that to find ways to please him until he feels satisfied with the disappearance of nuance stresses that plague all of us everyday. Having a Dom relax and not worry what he does or says and takes a breather without having to refocus on his sub and their needs is what I like. I get along well with confident dominant types.
Smooth/trimmed body with a large smooth bubble butt. Thick 7in circumcised with low hangers. Into 1950's D/s servitude lifestyle of doting and pamperingEnjoy being slightly bullied, pushed around, asked to do things/chores, under foot, subservient younger bro/Dom Big Scenario with a Straight Guy - Happened over time when my straight friends noticed I'm passive with them. Sometimes I open up and they roll with it. Nothing too crazy when we're out and about but they say its nice to know I'm the bitch in the room.
TotalOwnerforslave Who’s time is it anyway?
I would not take to property any slave that was not totally My property.
On more than one occasion, I have had prospective slaves misunderstand time. The slaves in question have offered non specific time instead of a definite time I directed.
Some slaves are journalling at My request. I direct them to make daily submissions to Me at a specific time each day; a time of slave’s choice. Many respond by offering a non-compliant time. They might offer to obey direction for journal submission the morning or evening of each day.
That broad a time frame may be convenient for the slave. A non-specific time may work well in their life.
The basic problem is the idea that the slave has the option to arrange its life for its convenience. The slave seems to hold the belief that time belongs to it to manage. A total slave owns nothing, especially time. Time is one of the many things that are in the province of its Owner. Having it operate as a supplicant on My time frame teaches it the lesson about, “Who’s time is it anyway.”
commited12u
So many people mistake kindness and good manners with weakness.
A worthy submissive needs to be strong, remain committed even at the most testing times but above all remember its manners & place.
RAWRSUB Friendship and Love:
In the heart of a loyal friend, a storm brews deep,
As his best friend and ex-lover begin to keep
Company in a way that cuts like a knife,
Leaving him wrestling with anguish and strife.
The dog, his companion through thick and through thin,
Now seems to conspire in this tangled spin,
For the one he once loved, who was his trusted guide,
Now walks hand in hand with his loyal friend by her side.
Betrayal stings sharp, like a treacherous dart,
As the bond of camaraderie tears apart,
His confidant, once faithful, now seems so untrue,
Leaving him lost in a world askew.
Yet through the pain, a silver lining gleams,
For in the depths, friendship's resilience teems,
As time soothes wounds and tempers the ache,
He finds solace in the bond they all forsake.
For a man's best friend and his ex in their tether,
Cannot shake the bond that they share together,
But in forgiveness and grace, he'll find his own mend,
For in the end, true loyalty will transcend.
Olderdaddy48867 A young woman asked me a question about posturing
I will share my view on that subject as there is so much of it on lifestyle sites and I feel most of it is pure bull shit.
There was a time, when, how lifestyle folks presented themselves in public and in private, told who they were. It was far more subtle. Subs and slaves did not announce who they were and dominants did not have to call themselves owners or dominants or masters because both sides looked for those tell tale signs and vice versa.
You could walk into a room filled with vanilla folks and pick out who was in command and who was subservient and who the clueless were.
A submissive would make less eye contact in public seem more shy, talk less or only when spoken to. More dominant types were bolder, asked the questions, initiated the conversations and so on. You knew by their "presence" who they were, not by their words or self given titles.
Lifestyle folks looked for such things and recognized each other, were drawn to each other.
The advent of the internet and sites like this and others, produced a bunch of wannabe owners and dominants who posture and preen and say "I am" when they are not.
You will see a 20 something male, working at McDonald's and living in a walk up rental, calling himself Master and demanding that women bow to him. He has an old beater car, no savings, no future, he has not even began to master his own life. Now he claims he can be master of a sub or slave. These are the people who demand a sub "posture" for him and demand the sub call him sir or master. It's his ego speaking, not his dominance or mastery of anything.
We married in the early 70's as a natural dominant and natural submissive but those words were never spoken for at least 20 years. Married in 71 but it took me until 86 to even begin to master my life. In 86 I walked away from a high paying factory job and created my first major business, an auction house. That began a lifetime of building businesses, getting them up to profitability and then selling them.
Even then, I never once called myself a Master.
We opened the marriage to others from time to time and it was always her seeking a dominant type and myself seeking a submissive type. We could do so because we were secure in who we were, who we each belonged to.
I played with a submissive on and off for few years who called me "Mister B" but she always made it a joke, a way of poking fun at me. She would say it with emphasis on the Mister and then she would laugh at me. She was secure in who she was and knew that I was as well.
Among the very best of submissives that I ever played with in those years, was a woman who was in upper management of a major corporation. At work they called her the dragon lady and people were actually afraid of her because she could make or break a career.
She called me "Donkey" from the movie Shrek and she claimed she was my dragon. She served me with her entire being.
It is not about posture or titles, it is about who we are and how we are, that makes us owners or dominants, subs or slaves.
Don't buy into the hype, the hype is bull shit. Look at who they are, what they have accomplished. Look at how they help those around themselves.
In the words of Mohamed Ali, an ultimate Master, "look at how they treat those who can not benefit them in any way". If they treat the waiter poorly, run.
A true master protects, builds up those around themselves, looks to help the less fortunate, looks to promote others to be all they can be and does not say worship me.
A master is. They are not someone who calls themselves as such.
A sub or slave, looks for such people and wants to help them by combining their power with the power of the owner or dominant or master.
I seek to serve nature as her sub/slave. She is far greater than myself, a worthy mistress with no ego. By doing so, I gain as well.
I seek those who feel that is something worthy of doing and want to add their power to my own.
I say openly that by myself, I am not enough, that I need your power added to my own. Even then, I fully understand that we will not be enough but we can make some small difference.
If you feel a need to serve such a man, I would humbly welcome your support.
Then, in the future and only if you feel that I have proven to you, that I am worthy to be called your owner or dominant or master, I will be thankful and we will continue the work together.
Mzspanks 3/21/26 Happy Spring........................
I have been reflecting lately on the people I have met within this community. I deeply respect the honesty this lifestyle can bring when it is genuine, but with time comes the clarity to recognize the difference between surface-level energy and meaningful connection.
For me, this has never been solely about the physical. It is about presence, trust, and an energy that transcends the moment. When you truly understand your desires, you stop trying to fit where you do not belong and stop reshaping yourself for acceptance. Once you experience an authentic connection where you can show up fully, you realize you can no longer settle for anything less.
I am grateful for the experiences and the people who have shaped my perspective. I feel more grounded now in what I will and will not accept moving forward. Real connection is rare, and I have decided to no longer entertain anything that doesn't meet that standard.
For a long time, I was simply pushing forward, always waiting for "someday." Lately, however, I have been sitting with a different truth. While I do not have a perfect life, I am envisioning a version of life that is perfect for me. We all have things that need to be healed or figured out, and many of us feel like we don't quite fit the ordinary mold. We think differently and require different ways of being seen—yearning for the specific types of love and service that only those within this community truly understand.
There is something honest about that realization. It is about recognizing that even in the middle of life's messy moments, there are still people worth meeting and experiences worth having. You don't have to be perfect to find what is perfect for you.
Take the risk of being volunerable, take the risk of being seen or even hurt..... We have less years in front of us then we do behind us.. Risk the chance before you regret it..
Hugs, bumps and grinds my naughty kinsters........ xox
SlutSnuggleButt Does anyone else feel the pain!!!!
I don't necessarily hate one-liners, but I do prefer to have more substantial and thoughtful conversations with people. It shows that they are genuinely interested in getting to know me and are willing to put in the effort to make a connection.
When someone sends a one-liner, it can feel like they aren't really invested in the conversation or interested in me as a person. It's important to me to build meaningful connections with people, and that starts with engaging and thoughtful conversations.
Of course, everyone has their own preferences and communication styles, so what works for me may not work for everyone. But as for me, I'm looking forward to having deep and meaningful conversations with those who are interested in getting to know me better! 🌸😊
TotalOwnerforslave My size 16 shoes are worn out and quite filthy.
I am retiring the shoes shown in My profile picture. The size 16 shoes are worn out and quite filthy. I figure them to be 'tongue ready.' At least ready for some slave that desires such.
I was just going to dump them in the garbage. After the first natural impulse to discard the foot wear, I thought maybe some freak would want them. I have never done anything like this with past worn out shoes. So, this is the first time. Here goes; I will give them away under the following circumstances.
The most interesting requester will receive the shoes.
It will cost Me nothing to make the 'gift.'
I will leave the offer open for 30 days from May 24, 2023.
Applicants for the shoes must send me a message telling Me why they want them.
Applicants must tell Me how they might use them.
Applicants must offer to cover any expense and make the transaction no bother to Me.
Since this is My first time with this, the above conditions are subject to change as I may see fit.
One of the options for the shoes is to let the rare online connection with a slave prospect have them to use while practicing the 'permission to speak' ritual. So, I may decide to use them in that fashion rather than give them to some freak. So, no applicant freak may get the shoes. Unfair? it might think. There is nothing fair about being a slave or freak for that matter.
I am interested to see what happens.
Master James
ps I am starting to look for walking shoes and boots. The only problem is I wear size 16 and styles I like are almost aways out of the size.
CowGurlJan So, the play weekend came to a sudden hault. One of the other slaves in our BDSM group broke her ankle coming down the stairs to the basement/dungeon. Her Master had her ankles on a short hobble and what must have been four inch heels.
What was he thinking?
So there I am, stretched out on the brand new rack, covered in hot wax with hyperextended knees and shoulders that had gone numb and everyone forgets I am there. LOL
About 35 minutes later Goddess Tabitha comes back down stairs to see where I am. She was sure someone had turned me loose before they rushed off to help splint the ankel and get the other slave into the car.
Nothing like slave life for me LOL
commited12u Seems there are increasing numbers of Dominants who use hypnotherapy here and even online. At a guess there must be a need for lengthy sessions and properly trained personnel to induce hypnotic suggestion surely?
Maybe i don’t get this method of control or my lack of understanding is the issue but ultimately feel there should be a need to be some kind of formal training to employ such a potentially powerful method of control of a submissive.
MadameTessaH I was a member of CollarMe, then joined CollarSpace. This is my third account here and will be my last. If I don't find a sincere true slave for my search then I will move on to a different website.I am 100 percent real and sincere. I want a slave who is also real and sincere. I will answer questions as openly and honestly as I possibly can. I have set up filters on messages. Sorry, not sorry. The last account had way too many messages that were from fakes and wannabes. I appreciate those who are new to the lifestyle but I am someone who lives the lifestyle as much as possible.
I am also in the process of moving and so there will be periods of time where I might be slow to respond. If you can't be patient then that is your issue and not mine.
Sorry to sound like a hateful *itch but it is what it is. I am here for my own search and I also do not dance or jump through hoops for anyone.
m1ssmay It's irresponsible of me to remain a mystery for too much longer, so here is my first journal entry.
I am excited to have a potential play partner, a wonderfully sexy sub-leaning male switch. That means I'm not actively search in for a partner right now. I am open to meeting mentors and making friends.
I have some scattered experience as a service top and bottom, but I feel ready at this point in my life to explore my dominant side more.
I absolutely love seeing the male body tied up. There's something about a man tied down or tied up, completely helpless and at my mercy. I have a dream of assembling a little album of beautiful shibari starring my sweet switch as the muse. I appreciate any recommendations of good shibari resources. Messages from enthusiastic riggers and rope bunnies are more than welcome.
I'm also curious about male orgasm control, I'm looking for some fun games to play involving edging or bondage.
If you're still reading I suppose it's fair to describe myself a little. I'm a natural redhead with a soft body. I have a very specific taste in men, some of you know what, of which I have an insatiable appetite for. I'm sensual- I love to enjoy good food and music and great sex. I'm not a very strict Domme and I'm not a very obedient sub, but I think I make up for it by being a pretty good time!
I'm writing this to round out my profile and to record the start of my journey as a Domme. If you feel compelled to message me after reading this, you're welcome to, but please don't be boring, I have to be selective about who I reply to now.
-MM
KinkySubBottom4U Since it is difficult to edit the Profile here, I will put most of my information into the Journal.If it is in ALL CAPS it means I have done this and am willing to do again, everything else I am interested in or willing to do or try. ANAL SEXASS PLAYASS WORSHIP AtM BEGGING BLINDFOLDS BODY WORSHIP BONDAGE Cages CANDLE WAXCanes and CROPS Chastity CLOTHED FEMALE NAKED MALECLOTHED MALE NAKED MALE Cock and Ball Torture, CLAMPS, etc.COLLAR AND LEASH Cross Dressing Dildos (HANDHELD & Strap-ons)DOMESTIC SERVICE Electrical Play Electrotorture (EMS TENS units)Enemas Eye Contact Restrictions FACE FUCKFACESITTINGFEM DOMFOOD PLAYFOOT WORSHIP FORCED BI GAGSGINGER, FIGGINGHair Pulling Hairbrush SpankingsHANDCUFFS SHACKLESHoods HOUSEWORK SERVICE HUMILIATIONICE CUBESInterrogation Role PlayJockstraps & UNDERWEAR used as a gagKidnapped Role Play LICKING MALE DOMMassage (GIVING) MASTURBATIONMouthsoaping Object Role Play Open Mouth GagsORAL INTIMACY ORAL SEXORGASM CONTROL AND DENIAL OTK SPANKINGSOUTDOOR BONDAGE PISS and scat play (Scat needs discussion.)Predicament Role Play PUPPY Role Play RIMMINGROLE PLAYING Role Play CHATROUGH SEXSENSORY TOYS Shaved Pubic Hair SPANKING/PADDLINGSPEECH CONTROL SPITTINGSPREADER BARSStockings STRAP & BELTTOYS & VIBRATORS WATERSPORTS WHIPS MY LIMITSThese are Hard Limits! I am not willing to be pushed on these.No Under Age: No one under 18!No Drugs: Of any kind, this includes poppersNo Blood: Yours or Mine!No Diseases or Similar: Condom for anal unless you have a RECENT test results.No Asphyxiation or Breath PlayNo Cuts, Burns, Brands or Tats (On me!)No Injuries: I mean no broken bones, insertions (Sounds, etc) or ANYTHING that may require a trip to the ER!No Punching or Kicking:No Permanent Marks: Nothing that will last more then a day or three. This INCLUDES writing and drawing on me!No Head or Body Shaving:No Public Play: Too many CC cameras and cell phones out there. I do not want to be arrested or see myself on TV or the internet.No Pictures or Video, Live Feeds etc that show my face or identity.Though I am single, I cannot Host but can manage travel within reasonable distances.
RAWRSUB What is truth?:
In the depths of night, in the light of day,
We ponder the truth that won't betray.
Is it a fact, or a subtle art,
A guiding light, or a shattered part?
Do we seek truth in words we hear,
Or in silence, when none is near?
Is it a mirror, reflecting clear,
Or a whisper, elusive, never near?
In the echo of history, in the depths of time,
Do we find truth in prose, or in rhyme?
Does it lie in the stars, in the sky above,
Or in the beating heart, in the depths thereof?
Is truth a rock, unyielding and stark,
A guiding beacon through the dark?
Or does it shimmer, a shifting beam,
A distant hope, a fractured dream?
In the soul's deep yearning, in the mind's keen quest,
We question the truth, we put it to the test.
Seeking answers amid the fray,
What is truth? We ask, day by day.
TotalOwnerforslave Induction or Trial Period
After inspection there may be a trial period. This is a time when the prospective slave property experiences what being My property entails. That is slave may leave at any time up until commitment.
This trial period lasts until either Master or it decide to leave off or slave commits to becoming My chattel. In terms of time, the induction may last one day or up to 6 months. As stated above, at any time during the trial period either may terminate the process. During this time slave may exercise choice. While after commitment, slave looses any opportunity for choice except as the Master may allow.
I have been asked to clarify induction. Please excuse the redundancy.
During the period of induction, aka trial, slave may leave at any time. Or, Master may dismiss it any time. There are no conditions for termination of trial; no reason is needed.
If during that trial period if both agree slave may become total chattel property of Mine.
Notice, choice is available to slave up until both agree differently.
SlutSnuggleButt In the tapestry of relationships, polyamory stands out as a distinct weave, one that has graced my life in unexpected ways. Today, I sit back to reflect on my experiences in MfM and fMf dynamics and the deeply transformative impact they have had on me.
Poly relationships, particularly those involving MfM or fMf dynamics, are not merely about the number of partners but the depth of connection, understanding, and mutual respect. I've always felt a special allure towards such relationships. It's an intricate dance of balance, emotion, and trust.
James, my late husband, played an instrumental role in my introduction to this world. He wasn't just my husband; he was a guiding force, teaching me the beauty of unconditional love, free from societal shackles. The way he introduced me to the world of BDSM, and by extension, poly dynamics, was subtle, considerate, and built on a foundation of trust. It wasn't about sharing for sharing's sake, but about expanding our horizons, about understanding that love isn't finite, and that sharing doesn't diminish but rather amplifies affection.
I remember our first experience. The trust between James and me was the anchor, holding us steady amidst the tumultuous waves of uncertainty. He would often whisper affirmations in my ear, reminding me of my worth, my beauty, and my agency. "You are in control," he would say, even when introducing me to a new partner. This wasn't about him, or even about the new partner; it was about *us*, as a unit, exploring, learning, and growing.
In an fMf dynamic, there was a certain softness, a delicate touch. The presence of another woman introduced a different layer of intimacy. It was in these moments that I found a sisterly bond, a deep understanding, which went beyond the realms of physicality. On the other hand, the MfM dynamic provided a sense of security, of being cherished, surrounded by an aura of protection from both sides.
But why do I like it? It's the feeling of expansiveness, the sensation that my heart isn't confined to a singular beat but reverberates with multiple rhythms. James ensured that I never felt ified. It wasn't about mere physicality but an exploration of emotions, boundaries, and profound connections. The journey made me more comfortable in my skin, understanding and accepting my desires, and seeing them not as taboo but as natural extensions of my persona.
James always reminded me of my worth. His unwavering support ensured I never felt "less than" or "used." Each experience was a shared one, a journey that we undertook together. There were moments of doubt, of course, moments where societal conditioning would seep in, whispering words of judgment. But with James by my side, those whispers were quickly silenced. His belief in the beauty and authenticity of our choices bolstered my confidence.
In the end, poly dynamics taught me the multifaceted nature of love. They made me realize that love isn't a zero-sum game. One can love multiple people, in varied ways, without diminishing the love for any single individual. It's about expansion, about realizing the boundless capacity of the human heart.
In these relationships, I've learned more about myself than I ever imagined. They taught me resilience, understanding, and most importantly, self-acceptance. Through the layers of shared experiences, laughter, tears, and deep conversations, I found a version of myself that's unapologetic, bold, and incredibly comfortable in her skin.
subMeghan Ok, here goes another journal entry, another step down this path…
As always, I am subMeghan, and as required, as I type this this, I am completely nude, except for my dog collar and glasses…
First things first. My Dom got a new toy for me. It’s called a “cheek retractor dental mouth gag”. Here’s a link to what they are:
https://www.extremerestraints.com/cheek-retractor-dental-mouth-gag.html
We’ve been trying it out this weekend and so far we are both really liking it… a lot! My Dom just loves, loves, loves how I look when I wear it. I knew right away that he’d like it from the perspective of fucking my mouth, but he also is obsessed with me just wearing it. In fact I am wearing it right now as I type. In fact, I’ve been wearing it around the house most of the weekend.
As far as gags go, all in all, it’s really comfortable. Compared to some other types of gags, breathing is not an issue at all. Drooling of course is unavoidable. And yes, I’ve got drool all over my chest. (My Dom loves to see me drool.) I just need to make sure I don’t drool on the keyboard. lol
This has all been part of a puppygirl weekend, which is something we do from time to time. In a nutshell, I spend the entire weekend as a nude puppygirl, doing any number of puppygirl activities. I get off on it which only makes the sex all the better. (Perhaps I’ll elaborate of that in a future journal entry.)
Enunciating while trying to talk while wearing this gag is extremely difficult. So I haven’t been saying much this weekend. However, I can still make barking-like noises. Lol You literally cannot say “woof” or “bark” while wearing this gag. I ended up going with an “arf” like noise...
We ended the session about an hour ago and now I’m human again. This will give me enough time to take care of all the weekend chores around the house.
That’s about it for now. I’ve got chores to do. So, this is naked, drooling subMeghan signing off.
Until next time...
CosmicCunt Update:
One supposed slave interview done and gone. He didn't understand the concept of trust, respect and communication. Oh well, his loss. Next!
Today was the first day My mother asked what My name was. Startiling rights of passage this is. Thank GOD I'm in therapy! We are coping. Every six weeks or so another down shift in life. Still, I'm so very grateful to have this woman who has given UNCONDITIONAL LOVE all of My life. It is nothing for Me to sacrifice for those who give of their self to Me.
I'm about JOY and LOVE, healing and experiencing, SERVICE, POWER EXCHANGE and MY WORLD. While I can and do explore the depths and shadows of Myself and others, I'm most serious about sharing with people who LISTEN and do what they are told. While I may dance on the edges, there are simply some places I have no desire to go. Some of those 'been there done that and have stock in those T-shirts' kind kind of dark places. Others are the kind where only pain, lies, deceit and harm come into play. I'm not here to break others down. My power, if you will, My control likes the light of day to shine down and upon in glistening delight.
Lastly, looks like I may have offended some with My cunt life choice post. It is unfortunate that some were offended. Personally, I only speak like that - brass tacks and bold - when I get offended. I'm OFFENDED that anyone thinks the law has business with My body. I'm offended anyone thinks they have some right over My body. Can you imagine what men would have to say if we placed fines every time a man committed infidelity or created a law about their ejacualtion practices? LOL perposterous that anyone thinks it is okay to create a law which takes a human right away from rather than giving to. Life is sacred, but yall don't get to choose for Me. The only thing that laws on womens bodies does, is makes women break laws and jeaopardizes our health mentally, physically, spiritually. The fact that any of yall can live with those consequences just demonstrates how truly barbaric and primative man can be. With this said, I realize it is not everyone who believes in these arcane practices. But there are obviously enough of you to have women still being treated like second class citizens. Be careful what you ask for and wish for cause KARMA IS A BITCH!
DdiMarco Looking for a companion/assistant/domestic slave:
* My family is my priority. You need to be fine with this and, I am definitely selfish and egoistic. I know it sounds unfair, but I want someone to devote his or her life to me. My partner is fully aware of my search and my kinks and he agrees. I am not willing to hide myself or help you to cheat on your partner. That is why I am looking for a single, widow, or divorced.
* I like younger people between 27 to 40 years old. I say 27 years old because I had several messages of "boys" looking for a mum and I am not into that.
* If you are men, height is important (I like tall men). You are minimum 1.80m and with very nice genitals (no, do not send me a pic, that is not very elegant). I like assertive, tall and strong men, someone that will ONLY submit to me, I do not want someone that is everybody's doormat, I am the only one that can step on you! If you are a lady, your height is not important.
* I do not want someone with beard and mustache, and this is something not negotiable. They are hard limits, I am into waxed/shaved men. Face hair is more than just a turn off to me, I do not want to explain myself about it here.
* Yes, I want to have a handsome or cute sub/slave. I want someone that I find attractive. This is quite subjective, I am the one that will decide that. Beauty is something that involves not only looks.
Smart with good manners. A gentleman, a nice lady, that is quite important.
* I am into giving pain, and humilliation, are you in?
* NO smokers, not into drugs or alcohol, this is another hard limit. Plus I cannot be around that, really, not interested, not negotiable.
Hygiene is very important! You know the meaning of showering, parfum and the use of toothbrush (Believe me, I say this for a reason).
* Not into online games or just wasting time, I do not have that luxury!
* You live not far from Tienen, Aarschot, Leuven (Belgium) or you travel a lot to Belgium. I already had slaves that went wherever I lived due business trips and I liked it. But I am not going to ask you to relocate, I am not looking at the moment for a 24/7.
* You speak English, my Dutch and French are not good enough to establish a relationship.
If this sound interesting, send me a nice and respectful message and I will be nice and respectful!
SlavesRule I have been a Dom since the 90's. I have had subs, slaves, babygirls, boitoys, ts sluts. I have spent time carving initials in peoples backs, slicing their skin with exacto knives, whipping marks on their backs, legs and ass, crop marking them and making them orgasm from the pain. I have led an interesting life. And I want more.
I am not dead, I am 51 with the urge to please and provide pain for the sake of release. I am willing to remain loyal and kind in this process. Often when one reads my profile they think he will be too soft for me, or too sadistic. I promise I am a great mix of many things. The experience I have under and on my belt has made me conscious of who I am and how I should be with subs and slaves. It has also taught me that I need certain kinds of people in my life, in my heart, in my soul. And I see some of you and I think, these people might work, and then the chemistry isnt there or I am simply not attracted to them. I appreciate all the men reaching out to me like the horny bitches they arem but unless you are 100 percent fem, have a pretty face, and dress all the time, Im not jumping.
As for the ladies, well, I have likes and dislikes. It may seem shallow but I have types that get me hard, and types that make my knees weak, and types I wish I could avoid. We all do dont we? When it comes to love, I am loyal to a fault, and I am brutally honest. I hope someone sees this out there and thinks maybe I am his type and wants to reach out. Maybe.
Master K
Spike
ClaimedMy name, Emiko, which means prosperous, beautiful child, has not helped, not a bit. It’s been a bad year. At 23 years old, I got my own place, moved all my stuff and had finally left my parents’ home. This seemed like a big step towards independence, made less scary as my parents were still close by and I would need them less and less. Several months later there was a horrible crash. My parents ripped away instantly. Still, there was my boyfriend of many years who was soon to be my fiancé. He was there for me, helped me through much of the hardest stuff, supported me when I needed it most. Several months later, instead of proposing as was expected, he dumped me and not your nice dinner, its-not-you, blah, blah. No, he dump me by text. Still there was my dog. I had loved this dog from when I was 5 years old. He was always there to take care of me and watch over me even when the world was scary. Several months later, as he was now living in pain, it was time to let him go too but how could I? He was the last person who cared for me. I had to do right by him and let him go peacefully. Yeah, it’s been a bad year.On this particular Saturday morning, as I lay in bed trying to build enough motivation to get out, the feelings of being disconnected, isolated and alienated, of not belonging, were overwhelming. This is something that had been steadily building through the year but was reaching a fever pitch. Sometimes we get so detached from the world around us there's no way for us to reattach ourself. The only hope is for someone to find you who will grab on and pull you back. All my attachment points seem to have disappeared or broken. I was drifting free. I wanted so much for someone to reach out, pull me back and reattach me to this world.My thoughts went back to a harebrained scheme that had been rattling around my head for some time — just give myself to the first person who would have me. It was a fast, simple solution to a problem I did not know how to solve. You’re gonna think this is crazy mostly because it is crazy but that morning, crazy was all I had. This wasn’t the first time I thought about this idea. In fits of fancy, I had even planned it out. It was based on a story I read called ‘Halloween’. The woman in the story had put herself out there for someone to claim and someone claimed her. I bought a nice leather collar which also fit my thigh, a matching 8 foot leather strap you might call a leash but it was really a lead and, just because I wanted my intensions to be clear, I bought a garter that said, ‘CLAIM ME’ in inch and a half capitol letters. Baker Beach, you know, the one with the beautiful view of the Golden Gate Bridge, has a section where clothing is optional. I’d go there, strip down to just those three items, stand there and wait. My body is nothing special. I don’t have a lot of boob or a lot of anything. I’m a tiny asian woman; shocking in San Francisco. People say everyone loves a tiny asian woman. How could anyone resist a freely available, totally naked, tiny asian woman? Well, they all did.It was getting late into the afternoon and would start getting cold soon. My isolation was now complete. I stood there all day, buck naked, offering myself to anyone who would take me and no one had even stop by to ask. Then a man walked towards me. I saw him earlier when he was heading down the beach. He had looked in my direction for some time, then walked passed like everyone else. Now, as he got closer, he looked right at the garter and just smiled.Deep inside me, I was a bit disappointed. Looking back at that moment, my fast thinking said he was older than I want, not built the way I want, not dressed the way I want, and truthfully, not tall like I want. None of that mattered at this point. I wanted to be wanted. I wanted to be connected. I needed to be claimed. “If you want me to stop at anytime, say kangaroo. If you understand what I’m telling you, say banana.” It seemed like every emotion was passing through me at that moment. Fear and longing where the strongest. Longing won out.“Banana”He opened the lock on the collar, dropping the keys, both of them, in his pocket. I was already shaking a bit. He strapped it around my neck, not too tight, and secured it with the lock. He removed the garter then unwound the lead from my waist and clipped it to the collar. There were no thoughts in my head but a certain calm washed over me. “How long have you been standing here?”“All day”“Did you reapply your sunscreen? You’re starting to look a bit red.”“I didn’t.”“Do you have aloe or something like it.”Without thinking through what was about to happen, I said there’s aloe in my bag. He got the aloe, put some in his hands and started to apply it. My mind was racing. I froze. Something like this was obviously gonna happen if things went to plan but I had never really played the fantasy out this far so this came as a bit of a shock. He started with my legs. He was not shy, taking his time, being thorough but not gratuitously lingering. He went all the way to the top but didn’t explicitly touch my pussy just brushing it to get the whole leg. I realized my pussy was tingly, all of me was, and that I was probably really wet. He did my arms, my face and neck, my back including my hips and ass. He continued to be thorough but not gratuitous and that did not change when he did my front starting at the shoulders, then to the top of my chest then to my tits, my belly and then put his hand above my mons and went right down between my legs. I got a little dizzy. This random man who I’ve known for 7 minutes just locked a collar around my neck, applied lotion to my entire naked body and I was just tingling with delight. He asked me if I was comfortable coming to his place downtown; he’d order a car. I said yes; I said yes? but also mentioned my place was walking distance from here and we could go there. He said great. I told him the address. He handed me my bag and started walking with a solid gr on the lead. I followed not even thinking about the fact that I was being lead down the s
Falcone9
Obedience Rituals for a kajira.
A kajira must be obedient and pleasing. She has many ways to assure her master. The obedience rituals provide a striking set of actions that every kajira must master.
First Obedience
The girl presents herself before her master who has commanded first obedience. She kneels before her master with her hands on the floor. Next the kajira rubs her cheeks and hair on her master’s feet.
While attending to her master, the girl must tell her master how much she loves being his slave and how much she loves him. She continues pleasuring her master while pleading that she only wants to be his kajira, his pleasure slave.
When the master signals that she has met his needs she must remain in position for other commands such as Second Obedience.
Second Obedience
The kajira remains kneeling with her hair on her master’s feet. She begins kissing his feet and telling him what sexual favors she will provide. How long and how many desires she uncovers is up to her. She may also plead for sex acts that she needs and wants. The more detailed and complete the better.
The master will let her know when she has fulfilled her duties, usually by being ordered to Nadu position.
justleadme Mentioning the age is off limits here but my training lasted 8 years and was my first sexual experience. I knew I had to keep quiet about it but it was the only thing positive going on in my life in those years. Life at home was miserable; girls weren't interested because I'm so short. I couldn't compete in sports even if I had wanted to. But 2 or 3 afternoons every week I learned more and more about how to overcome my height deficit and be useful and likeable for men.
From day one, it was drilled into me to keep my hands and my mind on him, not on myself. That was the most important part when training for sexual submission. To this day, I will not touch myself when anyone is using me. It's all about my partner and their pleasure, about keeping all the energy moving toward them.
Falcone9
Instructions
You are instructed to answer your door wearing your shortest skirt and no under pants. You can choose either a pushup bra or Bustier. You need to find the best way to provide good access to your erect nipples. High heels will be in order and a nice bright red lipstick. Your fragrance should suggest you need serious examination.
Once inside we will continue with your assessment. We need to determine what type of spanking suits you. Your level of grooming will need attention. You may have hair in places that needs to be removed or trimmed.
I will ask you to give me your tongue. After your tongue is placed in my mouth I will begin inspecting your nipples with my fingers. At first I will use gentle caressing pressure to make them stand up. When your nipples are sufficiently hard I will begin to squeeze them and as long as you murmur enjoyment and pleasure your nipples will receive my attention. Careful breast squeezing will further arouse your interest. Perhaps some careful sucking, licking, and nibbling will begin providing your respectful encouragement is well received.
You will have a collar fitted and a short lead attached. Naturally you will be led around to get a sense of how you walk in heels, how your hips and ass thrust up as you slowly move.
Your pheromones will now be tasted and their fragrance examined. You will be directed to wet two of your fingers where you should now be wet and aroused. Offering yourself and asking if more is needed will go a long way to establishing your further attention.
You will be directed to spread your legs so you can be inspected. A little hair for decorative purposes is ok but too much around your labia will have to go. Your hair will be trimmed with perhaps a stylish V created and the rest shaved off.
You have begun your journey and it’s time for you to dress for the adventure. Do you have stockings and a sexy garter belt? Well put them on. I expect skimpy and sheer panties. Your breasts should be supported and offered. Makeup and fragrance needs to show how you want to be used and aroused.
Spanking is so critical to your excitement. You love to be spanked but how is the question. There are three basic spanking types; hand, paddle, and cane. Which will make you lose your control and submit must be discovered.
Pulling on your lead you will be positioned on your knees. Crossed slender wrists will be bound behind your back. You will be instructed to position yourself on my lap. I want to make sure you are comfortable and available. I can detect your fragrance and increased breathing. You know you want to be taken.
Instructions follow. I will gr your hair and pull it back as you are vigorously spanked. Naturally you will be aroused by the hair pulling and spanking. You will have to count out the spanks and plead for harder or less so. 10 spanks will decide how you like your this treatment.
Now things are getting serious. After the hand spanking you will resume your kneeling position. Have you ever worn a ball gag? The sexist ect is the drool and you need to accept that you will drool when you’re gaged.
.You will be instructed to open you moth and the ball gag will be inserted. Tying the ball gag in place behind your hair will set the scene. A paddle will be applied to your ass. You can ask for harder by nodding yes, begging for less by shaking no.You can continue with the way itis by just remaining still. You will be gagged abd unable to speak but you can express your delight with groans, moans, squeals, and squeaks. Perhaps hand spanking and paddling is enough to satisfy your masochistic desires for pain but if they're not enough then you'll be caned and marked.
If caneing is the way to go for you, other arrangements will be necessary. You will have your bonds released and be led over to a short table Your wrists will be tired to the sides of the table. Next your legs will be spread and tied to the legs of the table You are now bent over the table and ready to receive the cane Again you can try to control the severity with signals but you must understand you won't escape unmarked.
Bent over the table, panting and waiting. I will toy your ass with my cane to let you get a feeling for what is to come. I will have to express my disappointment in having to abuse you in this fashion. The caning will start and the count will be given. You can try ro influce the intensity with signals and express your feelings with appropriate noises. Whatever you do, you will receive 5 strokes. Unless you beg for more.
Which do you like best? Does the hair pulling make you wet and weak? Questions that are answered during your spanking assesment determine where things will go next
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Eslavegirl 8/22/23
Didn't know could post again...my my....my writing is elsewhere all of it but feeling shy here....i will have to pick a poem.
The choice was random.
It is heavy, this life:
A mountain
Won't move.
The sun burns.
Carrion feeds
Vulture needs.
Somehow we go:
Wings grow,
Living show
Of how we know
What we sow.
Waves come crashing:
Moon shadow
Pulls and pushes,
Half or full,
The tide hits
Ebb or flow,
Force let's go...
We stand
Together
And alone,
We stand
As One
And two,
We stand
Because
We can...
We stand
On land
Even though
Life hits hard,
We stand...we stand...
We stand,
A Muse,
And a Bard,
We stand,
Unable
To sink
In this crisis
Of quicksand.
August 2023
zamarra
GoddessVenom666 Goddess' appetite is insatiable. No matter the number of slaves Goddess owns She always wants more. Those who wish to experience My Glory here should approach and find themselves fulfilled in worshipping Me.
Until then, Goddess shares Her Dreams.
Fifty new girls, all beautiful and complete, were collected for a ritual. All to begin their life in eternity as Goddess' slaves. The ritual a conpetiton. Goddess sits upon Her Throne, radiant. In purple leather boots with straps and buckles and heels, purple leather calf length dress worn black stitching, animating venomous creatures that are My pets. And a black corset highlighting My FigUte.
The initiates were given little guidance. Do not wear leather. Do not wear black or purple, except if in rainbow. Do not wear boots. Otherwise dress in a way that reflaspects your submissiveness and in a way to please Me, which are quite varied. Each initiate approaches on her own, first crawling, head low and unable to see Me. Then when told to stand, to be inspected. Ogled. Desired. to walk slowly to My Boot and show devotion with a heartfelt prayer of thanks. And then to be settled on My Lap, to make out for 90 seconds. Such joy for the initiates to be used.
each is graded on their drEd's, approach, prayer, and kiss. A lesser goddess would surrender to lust and orgasm after four or five sessions. For Goddess it is but foreplay. Building My Inevitable and Insurmoutable Love. All fifty are broughy, kneeling, relaxed. Hopeful to be the one chosen to warm My Bed. My wife on a leash at My side. No trace of jealousy. Joyful that I take joy in cucking her in adding lovers. she sets the example for all to follow.
My Boots echo across the stone floor as I walk amongst you. All heads bowed. A few I touch. On the neck. Or hair. or breast. Since you are Mine, Intouch asI wish. And you touch Me, even see My delicate painted toes, only when I allow. It oleassMe how many quiver as My fingers trace patterns of joy on your bodies.
inneach hand a marble is placed. Unseen. then as I sit on My Throne yet again, palms are open. 44 black marbles. One pinis four red. One purple.
i call the girl with the purple one to My Side and affix a purple leather collar, diamonds spelling out beauty, on her neck. She is the one chosen. No one is disappointed. All pleased their sister gets to bring Me sexual pleasure.
but Goddess is greedy. one girl is never enough. My wife places red collars on four necks. Gives each a kiss. They too will come to MyBed. But first, they will take 11 girls each and lock in black steel. Confined for the night. Able on to hear My Pleasure from the next room. Each are kissedso they learn what others have done to please Me so that they might improve. They are told nothing about whether they can oleasure themselves, though their hands are bound, during the night, except that the Will report 0,1, or more than 1. The girl in pink is told to monitor their safety during the night. She had the lowest score, and so has the most menial tasks. But a task of joy in service to Me none the less.
whole the girls with black were being confined, Goddess took the chosen to her bed, and went down on her. For Goddess loves the thrill of discovering your body. Making it sing for Me. When the other four come, the room is alive with passion. All must fill Mine until I am spent.
Five new lovers. In the morning a tangle of limbs. Exhausted. Content. Then shown by My wife to their new room they will share, sisters. A final step for the other forty five. Each black collared slave girl is given a soft kiss, told their new role as maid or chauffeur. Each is asked for their number, 0, 1, 1+. Each answer is stored and welcomed. A tool to help Me shape and mold. Then the pink collared slave is fucked in front of them all, to show that even she has value, sexuality. There is no chastity here.
it matters not to Me whether you ire to be a cherished lover, wearing a purple collar, an occasional bed made, wearing red, a servant wearing black, or a caretaker of slaves wearing pink. All have value to Me. All are beautiful to Me.
lexi and demon will wear purple for sure. Others have earned red. Some have chosen black, which pleases Me.
Worshup. Be the best you can be. Shower Me and lavish Me woth attention. Confess to Me your greatest desires and fears and hopes and dreams and let Me share them with you. Give Me your sexuality to play with, holding and releasing at My Will. Find your color in My Realm. ire to the heights that you wish for. There is no shame on wanting any of the colors. For you are all beautiful
There is one more. Gold. Goddess will in time have more than one wife. I cannot wait to give out the second, though it may not be in this mortal realm.
MsPam4u I DID EDIT A COUPLE ENTRIES WHEN I REALIZED THEY WERE HARD TO READ, UNTIL I NOTICED IT CHANGED THE DATE...
I don't know if I should just give up or redo my profile or what. I have lost contact with some I wished to talk to due to short term memory issues that pop up from time to time. Those that I have a great conversation with just seem to disappear. If I am screwing up-tell me. I do talk a lot when nervous. I also try to lay it all out there so things don't come up later and be a red flag, and that can be overwhelming. I am very honest and open because I know what I need and want. Very few have been as open back, but I have appreciated it, Maybe I just need a break? I have grown weary of the search.
angeldmort Why sub men need to be feminist allies
I firmly believe that any submissive man must, obviously, be a feminist.
Feminism by definition is the belief that women are human beings with the same rights as any human being. (The idea that feminism is about female supremacy is propaganda created by misogynists to try to argue against women having any rights at all.)
That said, submissives routinely insist that women are superior, and FemDom porn is some of the most popular BDSM porn out there. I would hope that to believe that women are superior would require that men first believe that they are equal.
One of the biggest complaints I hear from subs is that there just aren't enough Dominant women in the world to go around.
There's a very good reason for that.
In the book I'm currently writing, I discuss how girls are raised radically different than boys. From our earliest experience, any hint of assertiveness is usually squashed as "bossy" or "aggressive" or "unfeminine" and then later as "bitchy." The terms a "good girl" is defined by are usually submissive, demure words, urging us to be quiet, polite, deferring to the pleasure of adults in general and males specifically. Blanche Black paints a very good picture of this in her Feminism 101 article, and the MetaFilter discussion "Where's My Cut" is literally thousands of women giving examples of how they were crammed into the role of caregiver with strong social, economic and even physical consequences for ing or questioning it.
We are programmed from birth to be doormats, and are told we are genetically predisposed to be happy about it.
To go from that upbringing to being an assertive adult is a massive undertaking. I know a majority of the women in my life never even realize that they are following roles and rules they never agreed to. It usually takes a huge life event to force that awareness on us, and then years of hard work re-creating our understanding of communication and relationships to learn to stop playing that part and instead to stand up and assert ourselves. To stop allowing others to demand and take and expect, etc, and instead start working toward taking care of ourselves first, demanding equal effort from our partners, being willing to be alone rather than be subjugated.
To move into the confidence and self-reliance necessary to dominate ... that's a new world.
I'm not talking about becoming a bitch who uses and abuses and negates the feelings and needs of others to get her way.
I'm talking about being able to walk away from what doesn't serve us and require a higher level of interaction from anyone who wants to stay in our presence.
I'm talking about being unwilling to tolerate poor behavior, from others, or from ourselves.
That requires a sea change. A total re-writing of the base code that made us from our first memories. It almost never happens by accident. It almost never comes without great pain and sacrifice. It's almost always worth it. But it's always an uphill battle that never ends, because nearly the entire world we live in is still trying to tell us that we aren't being feminine, or desirable, or kind, if we aren't giving away whatever it whims to want. We are still being told that we'll be alone, that we are bitches or worse, sometimes it brings violence and poverty and suffering, because this world doesn't want women to be assertive, and it doesn't tolerate them being dominant.
If you want to have dominant women, you have to start with allowing them equality. Not special privilege. Just the same privilege men have to think what they want, without being told they are failing as females. The same privilege to act for themselves and not just for others. The same choices and freedoms and safetys to exist without being attacked for it.
If you want to have dominant women in the world, you have to be a feminist, and moreover, you have to be an ally. Aggressively so, because until feminist men outnumber and overwhelm the rest, you are going to have to counteract the bullshit message the rest are constantly putting out there telling us to SUBMIT! You, submissive male, must be the active agent that makes the safe space for every woman to express her thoughts and feelings and wants and to act on them without recrimination. You will have to stand up to other men, because they don't hear it when we say it. You will have to call out your friends when they catcall or mansplain or talk over a woman or _(insert male domineering behavior here____) to a woman.
I'm not saying that every woman you do this for will become a Dominant Woman.
I am saying that almost no women can without it, and if nothing else, you can make the first steps in that direction less of a battle for them.
Go forth, and create the world that lets us first become people, equal and unencumbered, and Dominant Women will become ever more common, until almost every submissive male that wants one can find one.
MistressWhipplash My heart goes out to those who have lost their lives, and those picking up the pieces after the hurricane in the States. I have friends and family there and their packs of supplies they keep topped up all year are seeing them through. But they are reporting the tragedies of neighbours.
I wish everyone well who is suffering there.
GoddessExis1 Many messages- let's addres and be clear and concise.
So many have this aversion to Dominants who are interested in transactional ects of this lifestyle and so many have been taken advantage of, hurt, scammed. I am so sorry you've put yourself in such position, except- own it and wear a helmet. If youre that desperate but only wish to live bi-curiously through your online persona, behind the security of a screen and your cowardice; please do not judge and condemn those of Us who truly are committed to who We are as dominants.
This may not be the absolute truth, it is simply My experience in over fifteen years in this particular site, lifestyle and walking in My truth and acceptance as a Dominant Woman, you seek leadership, direction, guidance, for someone else to take the responsability (often times, the burden) of where you are and guide you to be the best you can be, to serve Us. Power exchange is not, at least for Me, a kink. It is My identity, in every ect and area of of My life. So, approach with humility, accountabilit and honesty to your own self, to who and what you say you are. Do not, however, message me with aimless superficial comments, idle or vain conversation or the worst- requests as though you are pulling up a drive thru window topping from the bottom making requests and commands.
Infinite question?-" How does one earn a spot at Goddes' feet?"
Through committed, consistent actions. Bdsm aside, that’s how a man, woman( however it is you identify as)who knows who he/she is/ they are, what he/she/they is/are doing, what his/her/their purpose is and what he/she is /they are willing to be or become to get it knows the price for anything is actions for it speaks of who he/she is they are, his/her character and value. Values are simply what W/we value most above all else. Values are Priorities. The higher the priorities, higher the standard- My standards.
The higher the price paid in any power exchange is and will always be submission and sacrifice of who you are through your actions, not words. sacrifice of your time, commitment and honest and consistent actions and communication. That in itself is money, is the kind of money, finances, many here do not have because as subs or slaves the are simply not it or are not at the level I and many dominants deserve. All is well, so lukewarm and flakes or those who revel in nice ideas and words but are not in a covenant and commitment towards who they are. Many are not even aware they are required and must take ownership of their identity. Who it is you, as a sub or slave, at best are mediocre, and at worst are cowards. so they’re filtered away by their limitations and mediocrity. Many of you discarded and ignored to continue to repeat the same level, course, process, lessons over and over and over because you are completely comfortable in your discomfort, victim hood and mediocrity whilst continue to complain why you are where you are, why you suffer, for you do not see that is you who limits yourself.
Without said self revelation and acceptance, there cannot be space for the discipline and obedience to your own self as a submissive, slave. Taking ownership, accountability and responsibility of this self awareness is to be committed and loyal to who it is you are at your core and pay whatever price necessary; whether it is parts of yourself, to be transformed, upgraded, or simply let go and let die so your true self can be liberated through deed. This is one very finite answer to what I mean by “earn a spot at Goddess’ feet”- at any dominants feet quite frankly.
We are what W/we give and in return what W/we are and give is also what is returned to U/us ten fold. To serve is a privilege that requires sacrifice and courage, to give is also to receive. Both are one and the same. For Me? This is the standards I adhere and live by- so whatever is done for Me I know is the minimum for I know who and what as a sub or slave with trust, committed actions and guidance My subs have flourished and transformed into their own personal and professional lives.
LadyLaurelin I was here awhile back and left. Hello again.
I propose a power exchange. About me. I am a strong willed woman. I know what I want in life and am patient enough to wait for it. I've been active in this lifestyle for over 18 years. I would describe myself as a firm and demanding, loving sadistic, that delights in pushing her playthings to the point that is just this side of no return. I expect obedience. I give love, kink and a place to belong (kneeling at my feet). The setting. I live in the woods on the river, deep in the heart of a vast and beautiful land. Where the sun rarely sets in the middle of summer and rarely peeks it's head out in the middle of its winter wonderland. The exchange. I want to play with you. To hurt and humiliate you. To tend your wounds and then hurt you some more. At the end of the day I want you curled at my feet with a hot cup of tea in hand while we share witty banter about the days many activities. I also want my dishes done. My floor scrubbed. My door fixed. My garage cleaned. My art room organized. My garden weeded. My front deck built. This could start as a two week vacation or a repeat visit but should end as a lifetime venture. Serious inquiries preferred.
Sydisa
Requirements, not Expectations.
Respect My time
Match My efforts
Keep your word
Always be honest
Stay consistent
Show up, be on time (words/actions)
I will not work harder than you
Your word is the honor you start with
Omission is the choice you willingly make
Consistency builds trust.
Start out being the best you can be and grow.
Think about each of these: how to improve a relationship or blow it up by choosing not to do these things.
SindeeSux Part 3
Yes , the brothers had one more surprise .
I thought I was going to be alone, suffering in silence , but that was not to happen, or at least not yet . the boys had one last act . They were never really mean to me and I always liked at everything they did or had me do as caring for me and showing me the c live and attention I did not get from other areas in my life . their final act was to make sure I continued as a pet , even though they were no longer in the picture . they had me meet them at the place in the forest that they usually took me to. I arrived and they told me that this would be the last time as I stripped and crawled to them . but thus time instead in binding me to a tree, they bound me to the log that functioned as a chair .after that they rolled my holes and deposited their seed as they had done so many times over the last several years. when they were done they both caressed me , before fastening a shiny red collar around my neck, a gag in my mouth and a hood over my head , and said good bye as I heard them walk away. then I was alone bound , naked save for the collar and hood , lost in my thoughts, I dozed off unaware of the passage of time , or of the foot steps that had done up the path. I awoke to the aroma of a hardwood fire. unable to see or speak, I listened intently to any sound. I could make out foot steps , two different ones . I felt a bit groggy and dozed of again . when bi woke the second time , I true to move , forgetting for a moment where I was and that I was bound . I heard an unfamiliar make voice say it's, awake . a female voice replied , I'll be ready in a few minutes wait . at this time I heard movement and could smell a perfume as the breeze came toward me . the male came over and removed the hood and as my eyes adjusted I saw him dressed in black leather pants, a chest harness and a cover snapped over his crotch. then I heard her for the first time , in a firm tone telling him to remove the gag from her , emphasize the word her. She walked over to me and stood in front of me , I had never seen a women dressed like this thigh high shiny black boots , a short leather skirt , corset top , and a ringed harness around her waist . I had seen her before , she was the girl from the next block . As she stood there, she told me that the brothers in an act v of compassion had arranged this for me. they wanted to make sure I continued on my journey , She sounded sweet and kind as she explained that to me and that the reason I was Groff is they had coated the gag with a pill to make me drowsyand relaxed as she wanted me to be relaxed for what was to come . after that she attached a chain to the collar around my neck and gave it a sharp tug. in a very commanding voice she told me the collar around my neck belonged to her, , the chain be longed to her and from now on I will belong to her and she expaspects obedience, and loyalty , and the brothers have given me to her to continue my training , and iv was now her part to use in anyway she saw fit. did I understand , she un buckled the gag and asked me again did I understand , I answered yes , and she yanked the chain savagely and held it tight pulling the collar around my neck right enough to stop me from breathing , just when I started stuffing to breathe she relaxed , and a I was gaping for air she sits you first lesson , you shall refer to me as Ma'am, when we are in public , and Godess when we are not . so let's they that question again Do you understand what I said that you are now mine to use as I see fit ? I answered Yes Godess . . she smiled very good. I understand you know your way around a cock . we will see , if your good enough , I'll let my boyfreind try you out . but it's not all about cocks anymore , you are going to learn your away around a pussy . her boyfreind came over with a dildo she attached to the harness around her waist. she had me thank him and to me he was Sir, from now on. . She approached until the dildo was brushing my lips and simply said show me.
MasterMayDomme AcadaMay CFNM Party Dates
For years women have been sexually objectified in magazines, on social media and in daily life. But what happens when the rôles are reversed, what happens when the tables are turned and men are objectified by women?
Most alternative events objectify women, but there is one particular event that reverses the rôles. This is the Clothed Female, Naked Male party. CFNM by definition gives the power back!
If you wish to attend any of the events please do contact me here to be sent details about where to apply.
AcadaMay CFNM Ladies Tea Party
When: Saturday 02 November
Time: 4pm
AcadaMay CFNM Couples Tea Party
When: Saturday 16th November
Time: 4pm
whtmtnlady Just Like This .....
Where'd you wanna go?
How much you wanna risk?
I'm not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can kiss
I want something just like this...
MasterMayDomme AcadaMay She's Royal CFNM Ladies Tea Party - Saturday April 12th
You may contact me here to reserve your place.
Most alternative events objectify women, but there is one particular event that reverses the rôles. This is the Clothed Female, Naked Male party. CFNM by definition gives the power back!
Ladies of elegance and sophistication are cordially invited to take the opportunity to mingle with their peers whilst sipping their wine and enjoying the entertainment.
Come & join the the AcadaMay CFNM Ladies' Tea Party every month for an afternoon of tea & wine with lashings of decadence. All whilst being served by underlings who will be there solely to serve and cater to our every whim. You will never want to go to a vanilla tea party again!
Ladies, this is your chance to be served by men and objectify them. CFNM includes activities that are not particularly oriented towards female dominance and superiority, but a modicum of humiliation and punishment to the nude men not behaving according to protocol would be expected, nay, encouraged!
Gentlemen, this is your chance to parade yourself in an elegant social setting, to have the opportunity to serve and make yourself compliant to the request of any lady present without demur or backchat. If you wish to have this experience, come and join the ladies for an afternoon of CFNM.
Elorin How to know if you should write to me.
If you are tempted to put the abbreviation HMU in an email to me. Save yourself the trouble. Don't write.
If your profile or email uses the abbreviation NSA. Don't bother.
If you self identify as an adult baby. I'm not interested.
If you self identify as a slave. We're probably not compatible.
If you self identify as a bull. Save yourself the time. Don't write.
If you actually read my profile and are interested in more than the pretty pictures. Please write.
If you have met me in the past, online or in person, and want to renew our acquaintance, please write.
If you read my journal and you know the passphrase, please write.
If your interest in me goes beyond your next fap session, please write.
If your profile or email includes the phrases female supremacy or TPE, keep on trucking.
If you feel the urge to tell me about wanting to worship my pussy. Go away.
If you use the term breeding to describe your interests in bareback sex, you'll want to save us both time and not write.
SindeeSux My story
Where to start ? I like many Tgs, I started at a very young age , i was treated different , family members dressed me in effeminate clothes, and taught me domestic skills , sewing cooking, cleaning , serving food and beverage to others. Already trained as a feminine physical submisive by the time I was 6 . I had my first encounter with 2 sisters that lived across the street. We were playing in their back yard , and they had me get in a big cardboard box.. Where I grew up backyards were very large and acre or 2 so a backyard seemed immense, and you could be isolated yet still be in the yard . Amy way they started telling me a story about giant would challange their pray , before they devoured it. As they told the story , they had me strip , to show the spiders I would follow the orders , soon I was in a box naked with the girls holding my clothes . My last test to prove to the spider I should not be devoured would be to stay in the box until they returned . I stayed in the box the rest of the day until it got dark . Then the oldest sister came out and dropped my clothes in the box and told me I could go and one day would make someone very happy. I got dressed and hurried home as fast as I could , but i had missed dinner and it was dark , two rules icouldn't break. I walked into the house to the waiting belt of my father and the screams and swats of my mother for being late . Though the pain was intense I was used to it , to me this is how parents showed theoir love. And unknown to me at the time was about to come next in the new house . Sometimes I still wonder what happened to the sisters they moved a few weeks later , and my family moved a months later.
Bombo10 Message to Another user when Questioned about deepthroating You just have to start slow and if it isn't working just relax your tongue & angle slightly different until it's a smooth motion into your throat. Then relax & let it go in & out. Then (if you did Swim team) do quick breaths of air in between some of the facefucking. If you have a long term guy to train you and get you used to it and the whole process it's not too hard. Unless your mouth is too small or under/overbite then .. Sucks for you. Or if the guy has a right angle member then.. That's pretty hard lol In terms of my oral health I'm 100% clean. Tested and STD Free & HIV Negative. I have health insurance/Dental too and even Vision (Wears contacts) I have all white teeth, no cavities or crowns, and I enjoy brushing them throughout the day. A clean mouth is a good mouth. Fresh breath. Marketing Major Caregiver/BarBack Have a nice Car Good place (can't host) Good head not emotionally wrecked or anything just enjoy being used and having fun.
Sydisa My thoughts on training a submissive.
Why should I give my time to train someone who should at least have basic life training? He or she should be intelligent enough to listen while getting to know the person he or she is talking to.
You should talk to each other and get to know the person. Ask questions, and clarify what is being said. This is a get-to-know-you period without a dynamic, rules, or protocols. I get that there are people out there who do not want to do this, then question if this is a dynamic you want to be in.
Will I teach someone to be an adult? No. Will I guide them when we decide to move forward in a dynamic? Yes. Will I expect him to do some basic research and ask questions? Absolutely. He should strive to learn the fundamental positions even though I do not use many of them, learn to serve food and drinks in high protocol, learn basic chores, how to clean a bathroom well, what not to flush down the toilet (this is an important one), and what products to use while cleaning. Learn to cook simple basics, eggs, toast, avocado toast, make biscuits (think old school home-economic classes), do laundry, sort it, which clothes don't go in the dryer and what does, what clothes need to be ironed. Have you thought about taking some cooking classes? Massage therapy classes but not pass the test to cut back on cost? Have you considered taking a bartending class for those who might like a cocktail? You might shine at a party with this skill. Learn to pour or pair wines. Embellishments in water are simple to do when meeting her. Make sure of any allergies; you would not want to put fruit in the water if she's allergic.
Get my drift? Show some initiative. She may not want some or all of these or other things, but you are prepared just in case. The fact that you learned how to do things shows you in a good light. PS: All of this can be used by you while you find your person.
There are so many ways to impress Dominants. But asking us to put out a lot of energy training for you is not the way. The question to ask is: How can I make your life easier?
How many ways or hints did I give you to try? Answer: A LOT.
In hindsight, this is not for everyone. What you put into providing makes the difference.
I am a lifestyle Dominant seeking a submissive who has a submissive service heart in a Dommesentric relationship. There is a difference that quickly becomes evident in your profile and messages.
HumbleProperty My Future Mistress
I sometimes daydream about you. It is amazing how someone can become so part of your blood. I realize that you will naturally have such a deep power over me. My slave heart would easily recognize you by your demeanor. A mere gaze from you would steal my will like losing my breath, I would be captured. I would involuntarily tremble with an intense excitement and vulnerability, knowing that you own me so naturally. Furthermore, I would feel myself beginning to kneel at your feet hopelessly enamored, as if your presence alone had instructed me to do so. As if my soul was specially synced and celebrated with yours as its only primary user. My soul would be glued to yours, anticipating whatever your will was for me, and then obeying you with such zeal, that there wouldn't ever be a question of whether I'd comply. Your life would become my life. I would not have a life of my own anymore, but my purpose would be something you own. Your world would be my world, and your goals would become my goals to help you achieve. There is so much generic role playing in this lifestyle, driven primarily by sexual kinks. But what I would be feeling at this moment, is not what I could do for myself, but what I could do for my Queen. It would be the epitome of subspace. My eyes would search yours, hoping you truly see that I am genuinely connected and at your disposal. My heart would only be quenched by receiving your approval and acceptance. A person can not truly own anyone unless they first own their soul.
Mishka1fiesty Right now this country has gone backwards. Most states have lost their mind. Saying abortions for any reason is now going to be illegal.
Fine then child support from the day the woman finds out she is pregnant.
That means ½ the crib cost, the stroller cost, the swing cost, car seat, ¼ at least for rent when the baby will be. ALL costs for a newborn baby. Once born that means ½ the cost of the rent or mortgage where the child lives. For example, if it is just the mother and 1 child in a 2 bedroom for 1000 a month, the child gets one of the bedrooms so has half the rent. Then the mother pays her ½ and ½ of the child's. That goes for the power, the car payments, the car insurance. Things like daycare or food just for the child that is split evenly every month.
If a MAN refuses to pay and has more than 1 kid that they are not fully supporting then the man is made to get a vasectomy
SeniorFrelon Results from bdsmtest.org
100% Dominant
100% Rigger
94% Master/Mistress
89% Owner
86% Sadist
84% Brat tamer
80% Degrader
73% Primal (Hunter)
53% Experimentalist
48% Voyeur
44% Vanilla
13% Daddy/Mommy
8% Exhibitionist
5% Non-monogamist
0% Ageplayer
0% Brat
0% Degradee
0% Boy/Girl
0% Masochist
0% Pet
0% Primal (Prey)
0% Rope bunny
0% Slave
0% Submissive
0% Switch
wayward5oul I lost someone this week. No we weren't close lately. We used to be. Our relationship was never defined, it was loosely maintained, but we popped in and out of each other's lives over the period of several years. He was my first introduction to bdsm and the only D type that I could truly call a close friend at any point. He is the only one who ever took me to that amazing place that every sub reaches for, and when I used to write, I wrote about our times together. Those are still some of my favorites to look back on.
He was also there to cradle me in his arms and comfort me when a scene with someone else went really bad. He was there to help me figure out what I was and wanted without pressing himself on me, so that I would be safe in the future and make better choices about who I interacted with. He served as my protector for a while, when I was feeling vulnerable but didn't know if I wanted to step back from the scene at that point.
He never made me feel like a burden. He helped me in my kink life and he helped me equally in my vanilla life.
I knew he was sick but he didn't let on how bad it was. I found out on the book of faces. He is gone now, and I wish I could have been there for him, but he didn't want anyone to know the extent of his illness. That was his way.
Goodbye SkyMaster. You will always be loved, you will always be appreciated. I have nothing but warmth in my heart and in my soul for you. I can say that about VERY FEW people in my life. You will always be missed.
TotalOwnerforslave Master does not chat with prospective slave property before inspection.
Exception: I will offer a picture of Master and the opportunity to ask limited questions to potential slave property that completely fill out My questionnaire. it may request the opportunity to complete the questionnaire any time after a firm date and time for inspection has been established.
Some slaves may find the questionnaire too invasive. In the process of taking a slave property into My domain I will sooner or later know everything about it. It is just a matter of timing: tell Me now or tell Me later.
Send its email address when requesting questionnaire. I prefer to use email for this exchange.
Reading all the material Master has here on offer will divulge much about what slave may expect as property.
GuyMasterleigh First Newsletter from Tawsingham (and Dragao Verde) websites, Spring 2023
The websites themselves are still under construction, and will be launched soon.
If you want to keep in touch, sign up for news at our new website
Copy of the broadcast below:
Olá! Welcome to the first ever news from the Tawsingham Network, Spring 2023.
What we’ve done since Summer
Slideshow of photos to illustrate the words!
Click on the title, and an explanation of what you’re seeing will appear.
I now have full control of my publishing and royalties, again. I published Guide for New Maids] and Pretty Maids All in a Row.
Both worthwhile purchases, particularly if you may come here as a maid.
We’ve many more new titles, but we will wait until we have the website up and running.
Publishing is vital, to add much-needed extra income.
Moreover royalties will help fund the project, as part of my plans to ensure Tawsingham and Dragão Verde will carry on, even after I am gone.
It would be a shame, with all the work put in, from all involved, if these communities die with me!
Books are useful to attract interest, and recruit volunteers online, or in person, too.
Kathi has set up IT facilities with a huge, robust, shared hard disc, regular backups, itself backed up.
I’ve often taken out my girls Jessica, Kathi Jessica, Kathi and myself in Tomar. It’s vital to me and to them that they go out with me, to show I’m proud of them, not hiding them from the world as ‘my guilty secret’.
I’ve laid hundreds of donated wall and floor tiles, in the maids’ bathroom/utility room! See slideshow! I’m nearly ready to put in the sanitary-ware, taps, etc.
Kathi has installed a secure, fast server, with open-source operating system, connected to the national fibre-optic network, with WiFi and, potentially, wired connection to our computers.
I’ve installed a tiled, wooden work surface and open shelving for non-perishable goods in the maids’ kitchen, so all Kathi uses to cook with, is on open display, easily accessible. I had her put everything she needed, in the way she wanted, then built shelves at a depth and spacing to match, to give a compact, ordered display. See slideshow!
We’ve had several successful dinner parties with both scene and vanilla guests, more are planned. We’ve also welcomed other scene friends, a local scene couple, and Kathi’s cycling friends.
I’ve installed a tiled work surface for crockery and cookware awaiting washing-up, with shelves above for all the crockery, bowls, mugs, tea and coffee, etc. in the scullery.
I’ve done a lot of wall tiling in the kitchen and scullery too, put in a marble shelf for washing-up liquid, scourers, and other possibly we things, and a rail to hang tea-towels to dry.
All on the same basis, designing shelves to fit the need. See slideshow!
I’ve also acquired more new-to-us crockery and cutlery, added to what we had, and will use short-term.
I put lots aside too, for when we equip the gentry kitchen, as well.
Kathi went to a Womens’ Munch in Lisbon, we both went to an all-night scene Xmas party there, slept before and afterwards in my little van. We now have a place to stay next time.
We both visited good friends where we’d done pony-play. We’ll stay in touch.
Then we drove to The BDSM Villa near Porto for their Xmas party, and slept in their dungeon afterwards, a four- hour drive back. See TheBDSMVilla Xmas party pictures on FetLife!
We went back to The BDSM Villa for a big formal dinner and all-night party there in the New Year, by train. It took five hours. We’ll use the express next time, cut it to four hours.
Going to scene events was a deliberate decision to get out, meet people who go out too. We now have a much wider circle of active Portuguese scene friends. Particularly the folk at The BDSM Villa. I may use their place for events, one day, if ever I have the enough volunteers.
The next big step forward
I’ll finish tiling, electrics in the maid quarters, once it has a ceiling. The maids will sleep in the attic space above.
I need to do this for any maids I bring back in September!
Putting-in this ceiling and the floor above is work that ideally I would have done years ago. But I didn’t know how to do it then, did not have the skills, or the money to pay builders.
I know how to do it now. I just need the fairly modest cost of materials, €500 or so.
I need help too, as much of the work has to be done above head height, (hard with my axial spondylarthritis), and ladder work is not safe to do alone. Kathi would help, but it’s not what she’s best suited to do.
Ideally I’d employ a local tradesman friend. He’s worked for me before and would do it well at modest cost.
You know I recruit maids! I need help with the building, too; someone more skilled than I am, or unskilled.
If you can help with this, and also make it here, please get in touch as soon as possible.
A heartfelt thank you to those who have responded to previous appeals, your help has been invaluable.
One, at least, of those I hope to recruit as a maid here, knows how to take on the day-to-day gardening work, to grow fresh fruit and vegetables for us all in my garden here. More part-time gardeners will be welcome!
I’ve resolved to enjoy the journey from now on, with company, not put my life on hold until it is finished!
A job I have 'on the back burner' is insulating the loft with first a layer of Rockwool, then expanded polystyrene, (leftovers and surplus from external insulation elsewhere, or packaging).
Then, I'll do the electric wiring for lights and power on the upper floor.
Finally, cover it with 18 mm OSB boarding.
I could delegate these tasks to anyone who’ll volunteer and competent.
It would suit someone who prefers to work alone, pacing themselves. It does not take much training or experience, though it helps to be neat and precise.
I’ve already put in a drop-down loft-ladder and lighting up there to make this easier. The polystyrene and Rockwool, some boards are up there too.
I hope this scene-setting encourages volunteers to turn out to help!
Once the loft is boarded out, and I have the money, I’ll get the
RAWRSUB Surviving Dead by Daylight:
In the shadows, I roam, chased by dread,
In "Dead by Daylight," where hope hangs by a thread.
Heart racing, I evade, my breath but a sigh,
Survivor in this twisted game, never ready to die.
Through the fog and the fear, I must find my way,
Trapped in this nightmare, where I cannot stray.
With every heartbeat, a killer draws near,
But I must persevere, conquer my fear.
Pallets crash, windows shatter, as I make my stand,
Against the darkness closing in, in this cursed land.
Alone or with others, we fight side by side,
In this deadly game where survival is our pride.
Generators hum, a beacon of hope in the night,
Guiding me towards dawn, towards the light.
Though hunted and haunted, I refuse to yield,
In "Dead by Daylight," my fate is sealed.
So I'll run, I'll hide, I'll do what I must,
To escape this fate, to rise from the dust.
A survivor, a warrior, in this never-ending fight,
In "Dead by Daylight," I'll cling to the light.
Anjunajune Master's WritingsSubmission, as I see itSubmission comes in many forms and on my journey different subs have approached it from different angles. Some see it as service, some as opening themselves up to another, and some even see it as a rejection of the world with it demands and requirements. Over the years, I have trained several submissives to reach greater depth in their submission and I’ve tried to work within their mindset, helping each to reach their potential in a way that is honest, true, and unique.At its core, submission is and should be a genuine reflection of an individual’s inner truth. A sense of their own purpose and way of life they choose to accept. It comes from a place within each submissive that reflaspects their own nature, and their most authentic expression of self.The nature of any true “submissive training” should and must be focused on helping the submissive connect with their nature, create the pathways to more fully access their own unique form of submission, and then finally build on that to blend it into their daily life. All the tasks and sexual acts, the “yes Sirs” and downward glances of respect, mean nothing and are worthless self-indulgent Dominant games, if the goal of these acts are not designed to deepen a submissives connection to their own beautiful, natural, and authentic submissive self.Submission is a gift. This single phrase bears repeating, because it is so very true and frequently overlooked - Submission is a gift. When fully developed, submission is a powerful and sometimes spiritually beautiful thing to behold. It is never to be taken, coerced, or forced. It is not for role play or pretend, Of course one could act like a submissive as if putting on a costume, but not with me as their Dominant. I hols submission, true submission in the highest regard. And to pretend to be one only cheapens the gift of those who truly feel its calling.As a Dominant, I see my role as helping others in any way I can on their journey, as their guide, nurturer, and mentor.
DallasDomCpl
We now have our male slave we have completed training him so we now have the time to find one more female slave. We are considering have some part time subs all genders welcome to apply. For the part time position reply and answer the following questions
1. What day(s) can you you serve?
2. Are you local to the DFW area? If not can you reguarly make the trip to serve us?
3. What skills could you bring to us for service?
4. What are your kinks? Masocists to the front of the line.
5. What are you expecting out of this? Since this is a part time mainly playtime arrangement do not be afraid to tell us what you hope to get out of it.
We wiil not have any type of sexual contact with part time subs sorry but we have two slaves and since they serve 24/7 that is the one advantage they have over part time subs.
We are not looking to micro manage a part time subs life away from our house. However, part time subs will be required to follow house rules during visits and will not be treated differently than slaves in this regard.
We do expect part time subs to be present when they say they will be here. Life happens so yes sometimes you may have to cancel but if it becomes a reguar thing you will be released.
We will begin the part time sessions in January but you should begin to apply now.
MistressWhipplash NO male doms = In case folks on here have forgotten I am solely interested in Slaves and Submissives so only reply to that demographic. Club Pedestal , Cruel Huntress Hunt and Club o&I in Kent are the three fetish venues I talk to Dominant Women as well. The Mawney munch I talk to everyone with good manners who are pleasant to laugh with for the evening.
All Goals Done = I have had a week where I planned to ease up my workload. Key pieces are now complete so I will take my week end a little slower.
SERVICE SUBS = Today is cooler so I may think about opening up applications for service subs to cut my lawn - though a first few meets at the Mawney are key prior to me accepting that person.
CosmicCunt We have taken another downshift here. Last week I was beside Myself with how to continue carrying on and doing what I am with mum. New behaviors are emerging or shall I say deepening. More fear, more dependency, more suspect, more taking off, more refusal, more aggression, more silence at least for My part. In some ways, we are coming full circle - with I processing an entire lifetime of family and friends, opportunities and challenges, where I have come from, who has supported Me along the way and where I am going from here. Meanwhile she slips farther and farther. I understand what the doctor meant when they said she needed social engagement first and foremost. While she may not be able to complete a thought - not one - she has a need to be seen and engaged with. I feel her whole being crying out silently for reason and meaning and death. I need ... well, I need. Stripped bare I am, emotionally, mentally, physically. Feeling that theme of the Phoenix Rising around Me at this time. Lots of fire and brimestone, and dragons breath and POWERS restrained.
Exoticpie2024 Do you want to online chat ? Message back and forth for months ? Are you a snowflake ?
If so ....Then your best bet is to pass by this profile!
Are you 100 % serious ? Are you able to relocate if you aren't in my state ? Do you have serious life skills or willing to learn? Do you mind not being the only male I own ?
I'm not on here looking for a boyfriend
I'm warm hearted and cold-hearted. I'm a sensible and sane person. I'm easy to talk to . I don't like talking about useless stuff. I've been in and out of this lifestyle for years. I'm not NOT interested in fulfilling your sexual fantasy. I'm honest and looking for loyality and honestly.
Before you attempt to write to me re-read and understand this profile, even if it's just a little understand.
I prefer a straight male, but if you like being a sissy as well I'm ok with that. However it's not about you , seriously it is not about you .
If you want things to always be about you and what you want then don't bother with me.
TotalOwnerforslave Reason vs Emotion
Many answer My profile with uncertainty about what and who they are. A few have even suggested (demanded, can you believe?) I kidnap them, confine them, torture them until (guess what?) they become what they actually need to be: a total slave.
More frequently, the neophyte slave wants Me to convince their reasoning self that they actually need to be what their emotional inborn self wants and needs. Engaging in dialog with this group leads to exhaustion on My part and ultimate discovery by the struggling slave that “we do not fit” or “it can not quite give up its current existence.” They are trapped in their own internal conflict that I would be hard pressed resolve for them.
On the continuum of living the reality and harboring dreams, fantasies and in born desire those described above are in the middle. Probably, as might well be depicted under a bell curve, that would be the 80% occupying the center range. My guess is about 10% of those with inborn need to submit will live their lives, probably with nagging discontent and frustration, without ever confronting that need. It is the last 10% of the population that I want to find. This last little group are slaves that have accepted what they are. Most likely, if they think about why they are what they are, they will consider themselves ‘born slave.’ Probably only 5% of that 10% will successfully arrive for my inspection.
So, in terms of what I do here, the slave the responding to My profile should not expect chat or kidnapping. But rather, be prepared to sacrifice enough to travel to Me for the possible start of a lifetime of what they were born to do: service. SkyFullOfStars
But would I talk about my need for your attention?
Talk about my desires for naked intimacy, so close and nearly breathless, kisses sweet and juicy, long and short, tongues and fingers intertwining as I try to lick and suck every square inch of your body, the honorarium of your gift and my reception, the stoke of your cock into my opening mouth, hungry to be fed, to be filled, to be possessed by you, penetrated, taken, lust smeared over my uplifted breasts, over my mound, rubbed against my clit, hands pulling it aside with eager participation, equally wanting to lay back, but also to lay you back, concentrate on your growling desire now being swirled with my saliva, my love wetness, stoking you into my mouth, your hips thrusting, your words spoken of being your slut, the one that will get to be used, our passion exalted between us, like a plug into an electrical outlet of my holes....my chant of yes Daddy, yes Daddy...both silent, murmured, coming out loud in my head as I join you on the edge of our orgasm...ride it, babe, ride it...
That's what I would talk about.
TheBlaqueQNGodess your Task List for the Day
1. Mow the Lawn
2. Trim & Water Trees in the Front Yard
3. Trim & Water Rose Bushes
4. Treat the Lawn/Yard for Bugs
5. Sweep & Wash Down Porch (if necessary)
6. Clean Gutters
7. Repeat Tasks 1 -6 for Backyard
8. Create a Plan to Clean Out & Organize the Garage
9. Set-Up My Easel on the Front Porch for MY Summertime Paintings
10. Sit Next to Me
11. Keep Me Company
12. Adore & Worship Me
That's it for now...
MissDAR 1. In your first message don't say something like. " Hi how are you doing?" and that is your only message/words. I won't even answer that. Be more upfront.
2. Please understand here is what I am NOT looking for
A. Not looking for someone that is married
B. Not looking for a weekend here and there
C. Not looking for someone that drinks, smokes and addicted to drugs. (herb is ok)
D. Not looking to change your diapers
E. Not looking for attention seekers or someone high maintance
F. Not looking for someone that is new and looking for someone to train it (unless your ready to go full in)
G. I'm not a Pro and I'm not looking to play games.
H. Not looking for someone that isn't willing to better themselves
I. In general I'm not looking for a city person that is afraid to get dirty.
J. I'm not " needy " I'm more interested in finding a service slave/sub.
K. I'm not interested in seeing your ass pictures.
I'll probably add more to this list later. But HOPEFULLY you read this and don't bother writing if ...your not what I'm looking for. I try to make things simple and to the point.
p.s. I'M NOT LOOKING FOR A DOM. I PROMISE YOU I WILL NEVER BE YOUR SUB OR SLAVE. I'm not an egotistic person and I do my share of what needs to be done around here. I believe in harmony.
bdsmsubmissive93 orgasms
She lays there air fron the fan caress her body she is trembling with cum running out of her pussy she enjoyed the fuck hair being pulled ass being slapped orgasm after orgasm after orgasm she lays on her pillow covering up she closes her eyes thinking he was done with her he spreads her legs finger fucks her demanding more orgasms at this point she is sore but she gives him what he wants he removes his fingers stuffing them in her mouth she cleans them off he grabs the dildo and shove it in unexpectedly he smiles in the dark he fucks her hard and fast with the dildo she squirms trying to avoid anymore orgasms he slaps her inner thighs she apreads her legs moaning loudly he says you know what i want so give it to me she orgasms 6 more times he removes the dildo and tells her to roll over on all fours he starts fucking her again she says thank you Master he says harshly shut up i didnt tell you to speak he rides her roughly she moans and keeps orgasming for him after he cums again he shoves his dick in her mouth telling her to clean it she does he pulls his underwear up and lays down beside her she lays down unable to walk shaking and sore pussy
Bikinisub
Tonight's play party was a huge success with hundreds of people attending. Still filled with adrenaline we did not want to go home yet. It was early in the morning so a group of us decided to go someplace to grab a bite to eat. We ended up at a diner located near the industrial part of Houston.
My friend and I ended up in a large booth with a couple of acquaintances, Jim and Heather. Jim was a nice looking man, 50ish with salt and pepper hair. Heather was in her 40s, petite and long wavy brown hair. We were chatting about the party and sipping on coffee and juice.
Jim looked at me and said, I watched your suspension scene tonight and I was impressed.
Heather was smiling and looking at me.
Me: I'm glad you liked it. I've been doing that for a long time.
Jim: Do you know me? Do you know what I do?
I glanced at Heather and looked at Jim. Yes I know what you do. You make porn films. To be honest I don't think I've seen any of your work.
Jim smiling: Ah yes, my reputation precedes me again. Yes I've made a lot of films over the years. I I think I have a pretty good eye for these things. Do you know much about the business?
Me: I can't say that I do. Why do you ask?
Jim: I'm having a pool party later. I think you should come. It'll be fun.
Heather: Have you been to Jim's house yet?
Me: No.
Heather: You will. It'll be fun.
Next, Pool Party
quirkylittle4daddy Through the Lens of Rika: The Sophia-Michael Connection Unveiled part 4
3. Energetic Exchange & Emotional Saturation
Because they are so emotionally intuitive, they can feel when you’re anxious or when there’s a lot of emotional weight. Instead of directly engaging with it, they sometimes retreat to process or focus elsewhere so they can re-align themselves energetically before coming back in. Energetic overwhelm can make them seem distant, even when they’re hyper-aware.
4. They Trust the Bigger Picture
Michael-embodied men might trust that the bond is strong enough that they don’t need to constantly reassure you through words. They trust the foundation they’ve built with you. This is where faith in the connection comes in—both for them and for you. They may think, “I don’t need to message her right now because we’re solid. My actions speak louder than words.”
5. Balancing the Divine Masculine Energy
These men carry divine masculine energy that values action over words. Their emotional intuition is real, but they channel it into action and protection, which may feel like distance to you. For you, as Sophia, it’s about recognizing that this is their expression of love. A quick "hi" might feel emotionally connecting to you, but to him, showing love could mean working to make sure everything is stable and secure for the future.
How to Navigate This:
Anchor into the trust that you’ve been practicing. When he’s distant, remind yourself of how he’s showing love through his actions, even when it’s not immediate. Say, “He’s providing for us, and his distance is part of his process. I trust him.”
Ground your emotional needs through spiritual or personal practices when he’s not available. Remember that just because he’s distant in the moment doesn’t mean the love isn’t there. Lean into your own energy and strengthen yourself while he works.
Embrace his rhythm—Michael-embodied men have a different rhythm of emotional connection, and part of your journey is learning how to move in sync with it without feeling left behind.
It's not that he doesn't feel your anxiousness—he does—but sometimes his response to that is through action and providing, not necessarily through quick emotional reassurances.
Michael's energy, embodied through these men, is both emotionally attuned and distant at times. This is part of their complex duality. Michael has that deep emotional intuition and empathy, which can sometimes feel overwhelming or intense. Yet, at the same time, they have a mission-oriented drive that pulls them into practical action and focus, which can lead to emotional distance, even though they feel everything just as much as you do.
Here’s why this happens:
1. Emotional Attunement vs. Practical Mission
Michael’s energy is deeply aware of emotions, but he also prioritizes taking action over expressing those feelings. He might sense your anxiety but instead of giving a quick emotional fix like a "hi," he might be channeling that into practical solutions—working behind the scenes to take care of things so that your long-term security is intact. For him, acting on love (through providing and stabilizing) sometimes takes precedence over talking about love.
2. Emotional Weight of the Protector Role
Michael-embodied men often carry a heavy responsibility as protectors. Their natural inclination to shield and secure means they’re constantly navigating how to balance this with emotional connection. Sometimes, they pull back because they’re processing deeply how to protect, guide, and create a future for you both, which takes up mental and emotional energy.
3. Energetic Exchange & Emotional Saturation
Because they are so emotionally intuitive, they can feel when you’re anxious or when there’s a lot of emotional weight. Instead of directly engaging with it, they sometimes retreat to process or focus elsewhere so they can re-align themselves energetically before coming back in. Energetic overwhelm can make them seem distant, even when they’re hyper-aware.
4. They Trust the Bigger Picture
Michael-embodied men might trust that the bond is strong enough that they don’t need to constantly reassure you through words. They trust the foundation they’ve built with you. This is where faith in the connection comes in—both for them and for you. They may think, “I don’t need to message her right now because we’re solid. My actions speak louder than words.”
5. Balancing the Divine Masculine Energy
These men carry divine masculine energy that values action over words. Their emotional intuition is real, but they channel it into action and protection, which may feel like distance to you. For you, as Sophia, it’s about recognizing that this is their expression of love. A quick "hi" might feel emotionally connecting to you, but to him, showing love could mean working to make sure everything is stable and secure for the future.
How to Navigate This:
Anchor into the trust that you’ve been practicing. When he’s distant, remind yourself of how he’s showing love through his actions, even when it’s not immediate. Say, “He’s providing for us, and his distance is part of his process. I trust him.”
Ground your emotional needs through spiritual or personal practices when he’s not available. Remember that just because he’s distant in the moment doesn’t mean the love isn’t there. Lean into your own energy and strengthen yourself while he works.
Embrace his rhythm—Michael-embodied men have a different rhythm of emotional connection, and part of your journey is learning how to move in sync with it without feeling left behind.
It's not that he doesn't feel your anxiousness—he does—but sometimes his response to that is through action
DWM71 I know what I want and willing to train, teach and discipline...not in position to support you as I am on SSI and have roommates..what I am looking for are roommates to relocate to North Bend/Coos Bay Oregon..we would have to get OUR own place...you MUST be willing to live 24/7 as female if not one already..you have a dream and so do I that is turning you into very feminine classy sophisticated woman outside the house and a cum loving bitch behind closed doors...understand this will be poly household with ONLY one DOM..have been on here under various aliases...NO photos showing butt plugs or stubbie or you will be blocked....current photos showing you in favorite outfits...so that you know my training techniques take between 18 months to 3 years to complete ,,,I ask for serious commitment after we have gotten to know on another.....I am very assertive, very aggressive, very controlling and have a habit of micro managing but chalk that up as being Dom,,,,what type of foundation has been laid for me to build OUR house on?
MadameTessaH “The Lesson in the Red Chair – Part 3: Verbal Edging”
T.L. Duncan
He knelt in front of the red chair, shoulders tight, breath uneven, hands locked behind his back like that was the only thing stopping him from falling apart.
And honestly? It probably was.
I stayed behind him for a moment, letting silence claw at the edges of his self-control. Then I moved — not touching him — just stepping close enough for my presence to wrap around him like a velvet noose.
“You’re trembling,” I said quietly.
His exhale stuttered.
“I’m not even touching you, and you’re already at the edge, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am… I— I think so.”
“You think?” I echoed with a soft laugh. “Oh no, sweetheart. You’re not thinking anything. You’re reacting.”
He moaned under his breath — that small, broken sound a submissive makes when they’ve lost the ability to lie to themselves.
I circled him slowly, deliberately, letting nothing but my voice tether him in place.
“You know what I want?” I whispered. “I want to watch you come undone without a single finger laid on you.”
His breath hitched as if he’d been struck.
“That’s impossible,” he whispered.
I leaned down, letting my lips come close to his ear without touching it.
“Then why,” I murmured, “are you already right there?”
His entire body shook.
Good.
I stepped in front of him, lowering myself into the red chair like a queen taking her rightful throne. He kept his eyes down, not daring to look.
“Show me your face,” I commanded.
He lifted it slowly — flushed cheeks, parted lips, pupils blown wide with need.
“You’re sensitive,” I said, voice dipping into velvet dominance. “You’re needy. You’re desperate. And because I said nothing more than a whisper in your ear…” I paused, letting it sink in. “…you’re already fighting not to beg.”
He swallowed hard.
“Are you?” I asked.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he confessed, almost choking on the truth.
“Good. Then listen carefully.”
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, letting my voice soften into a dark, seductive purr.
“You’re going to hover right at the brink for me. Not from touch. Not from permission. But because your body responds to my voice more than it responds to your own will.”
His breath trembled — fast, shaky, frantic.
“You feel it, don’t you? That pull right behind your hips?” He nodded.
“That ache low in your stomach?” “Yes, Ma’am…”
“That tightening right at the base of your spine?” His moan gave me the answer long before his words could.
“That’s mine,” I whispered. “That reaction belongs to me.”
He whimpered — quiet, helpless, undone.
“Now breathe for me,” I instructed.
He took a shaky breath in.
“Slower.”
He obeyed.
“Good boy.”
His knees wobbled.
“One more,” I said. “Nice and slow.”
He inhaled deeply — too deeply — and his whole body twitched.
“There it is,” I murmured. “Right before your body tries to give you relief.”
He let out a desperate noise.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned, voice dropping to a threat that melted into his bones. “You don’t come. You don’t twitch. You don’t even think about release unless I say so.”
His head fell forward as if the weight of that command alone nearly toppled him.
I took his chin and lifted it again — slow, controlled, claiming.
“Look at me when I ruin you with nothing but my words.”
He obeyed. Barely.
“Good,” I whispered. “Because now I’m going to talk you right to the edge… and keep you trembling on it until the only thing left in your world is my voice telling you no.”
His lips parted. His breath broke.
He was right there.
And I hadn’t touched him once.
He was trembling so hard his breath came in little broken fragments, his hands still locked behind his back, his eyes wide and fixed on me like I’d become the only anchor he had left.
Good. He needed to be that undone for what came next.
“Hands behind your back,” I said softly. “Don’t let them move.”
“Yes… Ma’am…”
“Now listen carefully,” I continued, settling deeper into the red chair. “You’re going to hold the position I tell you. Exactly. No shaking out your limbs, no shifting, no chasing comfort. Service is discipline, not relief.”
He swallowed hard. He knew what that meant. He knew his body was already too unstable to make this easy.
I smiled.
“Present.”
He immediately widened his knees, straightened his back, lifted his chest, and locked his gaze just below my chin — the perfect kneeling position. But his breath shivered, rattling through the tension.
“Better,” I murmured. “But bring your shoulders back and open your throat.”
He obeyed.
His neck stretched beautifully when he lifted his chin, exposing everything from clavicle to pulse point. Vulnerable. Trusting. Swaying slightly from the lingering edge I’d whispered him into.
“You’re still trembling,” I observed.
“I… can’t help it, Ma’am…”
I tilted my head with cool amusement.
“You can. And you will. Hold your posture.”
He tried. Gods, he tried — his whole body fighting the urge to fold forward.
I let him struggle for a long moment before I said:
“Now lower your gaze to the floor… but keep your head high. No collapsing.”
commited12u A good mantra for a submissive to live by...
A submissive’s life is to be in service as required and of service however desired and solely for their Dominant and Owners pleasure amusement and comfort.
A submissive’s function should be to strive to be a completely willing and capable of serving for the constant enhancement of the Dominant and Owner's daily life and pleasure in every way possible and on a continuous basis with absolute obedience, commitment and dedication.
A submissive understands that the decisions and rules of the Dominant are to be accepted and followed without hesitation or conflict at all times regardless of personal feelings or conflict.
A submissive understands and willingly accepts that it needs its Dominant’s control, use, discipline and punishment as deemed fit at anytime.
A submissive needs to accept that it's Dominants and Owner's pleasure, amusement and comfort must be its priority and be all that really matters to the submissive foremost.A submissive understands and accepts that its own pleasure must come from how well it pleases, serves and accepts being used and controlled by it's Dominant and that it may be rewarded if deemed appropriate or pleasurable to its Owner.
Phalanx86 I wouldn't call myself Kinky
The umbrella that kink, bdsm, dom/sub etc have come to represent is rather large at this point. I would say the majority of people on here are kinky/slutty and only vaguely interested in dynamics in which power is exchanged except perhaps as it makes things spicy or facilitates a kink.
Now of course there is so much potential overlap that it can become a rather ry and most likely an unnecessary distinction. I look around it's endless dick pictures, or tit/pussy pictures, it's people throwing dirty sexual thoughts out there, but in a throwaway type, that are put out there for no other reason than they get that quick empty thrill and the vague hope that your next no effort meaningless sexual encounter will find you. I see endless personal ads looking for a "Master to own and train" or one of the 100 variations on that basic thought. No you really aren't, you most likely have not thought through what that really means and if you had you would be starting off much slower. What your really looking for is some hot roleplay, a quick jump into a pretend scene that does absolutely nothing to challenge your identity or ego. Maybe you think you really want that master or slave but chances are you are only thinking about it from that hot sex pov with that fantasy master/slave you have in your head that doesn't exist.
There is nothing wrong with all this though. I begrudge no one the pursuit of what they consider a good time and I definitely do not judge needing an escape from the drudgery most of our lives represent. We only live once.
That said though much of it doesn't really speak to me. I'm not sure I would consider myself kinky even though the array of things I want to do and that fascinate me i
LatexHer Well, ladies and gents, the holiday season is again upon us. I'm debating with myself whether to invite several friends over once again or just have a quiet, eventless evening at home for Thanksgiving.
Last year I did a 20Lb turkey, in my outdoor air fryer, which turned out much better than I expected. It is a lot of work to put together a huge meal with all the fixings. I will have to thank my mother when I see her again up yonder for all her work.
Maybe I will link up with a woman who is by herself this season and is seeking a Dom of her own to hold and cherish? It would be nice going into the holidays and especially Christmas! If not, I'll go to my church's Christmas Eve candlelight service again. Perhaps there is a woman who would like to spend the holidays with me, and join me for Christmas?
Lost 2 friends this past year and one cousin my age. LIFE is SHORT and Quickly catches up with us all!
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Housemaster96 “A dominant man is”
A dominant man is observant. He watches, he notices, he takes in the environment. He does this not only to monitor your responses, he does this to keep you safe. In the same way a lead on the dance floor should mostly be looking at couples around them, not on their follower. A dominant man is watching the environment so you can feel safe enough to let go. He is watching you to see what you aren’t saying. He observes.
A dominant man is patient. He knows that as much as you might want to open up, it takes some time for your subconscious and your nervous system to catch up. You need to relax, you need to feel safe, and he needs time. To explore, to feel you, to gauge what you like and don’t like, he needs time with your body and your mind and he is patient enough to take it. And he is patient over and over again, not just once but many times, giving you the communication that he is steady and present and he will not leave you to flounder.”
Anjunajune Master's WritingsFoundations: Commanding vs LeadingI came across a Dominant who appeared to miss understand the difference between leading and commanding. A thing seen too often in the lifestyle, where these two terms become red into one, yet for Dominants they should be viewed as quite different.Command is a singular act at a specific moment in time. A direction given to another to do something and when that thing is done, the moment is over. There is no longevity, no lingering emotion or sense of something larger. Command exists to accomplish a specific thing at a specific moment - nothing more.Leading, on the other hand, is a process that cannot be accomplished in a single moment in time. It is more about a direction than a specific action and as such requires vision of the goal as well as awareness of the individual. It involves motivating, developing and inspiring people into action. Leading requires both the skill to communicate and the presence of a leader to identify the goal and describe the path how to get there.When command and leading become interchangeable, they typically devolve into commands strung together and submissives running to accomplish tasks, under the pretense of leading. Even though sometimes these tasks have legitimate value in the development of a submissive, in the larger scope, they miss the mark because what gets communicated to the submissive typically lacks the values, principles, and/or underlying lessons that connect the submissive to the dominant or to the lessons to be learned.So is one better than another? They are the equivalent of a scene compared to a dynamic. Commands are adequate for a single scene, yet commands will never provide the foundation for a power-imbalanced dynamic. For this, Dominants must lead and lead with vision of what they intend to create, clarity of roles, a sense of purpose about why even the little things matter and the commitment to live path they set forth, committing to the same level of quality they expect from others.
TvToBeCollared I am a 41 year old male who due to a physical disability caused at birth I am a wheelchair user, I have tried to live a normal life but due to discrimination that is almost impossible, got no friends, no social life and no even had a date in over 20 years. When it comes to ABDL I am quite open to what happens as long as it includes Bondage, I have seen a few professional dominants in the past with little luck but when I did meet they always feminised me so most of my ABDL stuff is female or sissy in nature. Not had much luck however some health issues in the past year have made me wear diapers. I have mixed neurogenic bladder disorder which means one minute I have Incontinence the next retention so have a catheter fitted so absolutely no control of my bladder, I had 3 haemoroids removed and 3 days later was passing rectual bleeding and blood clots so been prescribed laxatives.
Viper65Rhyme69 We get email from people often enough that I'm going to clarify something. This does not apply to every Dom/Domme on CS, but something to consider before emailing a Dom or Domme.
We understand if you wish to address us by a title. But before you use one that might get you in trouble with who you are speaking to, ASK for their desired form of address. This seems obvious when you consider all who wish to be addressed by their desired gender but missed when addressing a Dominant.
MissRhyme prefers to be addressed as Miss or MissD. Not Goddess or Mistress. She does not like (understandably) the connotations of those terms.
I prefer to be addressed as Sir or Master depending on the preferred service of the submissive. Not Daddy, for the same reason.
ViperXTC and MissRhyme
MadameTessaH “The Lesson in the Red Chair – Part IX: The Kneeling Return”
(Obedient Redemption — Devotional Kneeling — Heightened Submission)
He stood there, breathing unevenly, the echo of your three precise strikes still humming along his nerves. Not pain — memory. Not punishment — correction.
His chest rose and fell like he’d been running. His hands were still locked behind his back. Sweat beaded at the base of his throat.
Perfect.
“You’re forgiven,” I’d told him.
But forgiveness wasn’t the end of his lesson. It was the doorway to the real devotion.
“Now,” I said, stepping back just enough for him to feel the loss of my nearness, “kneel.”
He didn’t drop quickly this time.
No.
He sank.
Slowly. Reverently. Intentionally.
As if each inch downward was an offering.
His knees touched the floor with a soft thud, but he kept his back straight, chest open, throat exposed. His hands stayed behind him, the posture tighter, more disciplined than before. He didn’t sway this time. He forced stillness through sheer will.
Because now it wasn’t about holding a position.
It was about earning your approval.
He lowered his gaze— not in shame, but in worship.
“Look up,” I said softly.
He did.
And gods, the expression on his face… Not fear. Not guilt.
Devotion. Pure, fragile, trembling devotion.
“You came back to your knees beautifully,” I told him.
His exhale almost broke into a sob of relief.
“Thank you, Ma’am…”
“Do you know why this kneeling is different?” I asked.
He shook his head slightly.
“This one,” I said, lifting his chin with a single finger, “is yours. Not mine. You’re kneeling for your own discipline. Your own growth. Your own hunger to serve.”
His lips parted, breath shaking.
“And that,” I whispered, “is why it matters more.”
His eyes fluttered with emotion he couldn’t hide — gratitude, need, reverence.
I walked once around him, slow and assessing, letting my fingertips hover just above his skin. Not touching. Not yet. Just letting him feel the orbit of your authority.
“Your posture,” I said, “is better now.”
“Yes, Ma’am…”
“Your breathing is steadier.”
“Yes, Ma’am…”
“And your mind—” I stopped behind him, lowering my voice to a velvet threat “—is finally quiet enough to listen.”
He shivered across his entire spine.
“You broke earlier,” I said. “And instead of collapsing, you came back stronger.”
“Because… because I want to serve you,” he whispered.
“You are serving me,” I corrected. “Right now.”
I moved to stand in front of him again, close enough that he could feel the heat of my body without touching it. His eyes stayed down until I placed two fingers beneath his chin again.
“Up.”
His gaze rose, obedient, starving.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” I said.
“Devoted,” he whispered. “Focused. I… I want to do better, Ma’am.”
“And you will,” I murmured. “Because now you’re kneeling from humility… not fear.”
His breath hitched.
“You’re learning,” I continued. “Not because your body is strong, but because your submission is intelligent.”
He trembled — not with weakness, but with the sharp, clean ache of wanting to belong to this moment.
“You’ve earned something,” I said, leaning in just enough for him to feel the warmth of my breath.
“Ma’am?”
“You’ve earned contact.”
His entire body tensed with anticipation.
“Put your hands on my thighs,” I said softly. “Slowly. Respectfully. And only because I allow it.”
He inhaled sharply, then lifted his palms with exquisite care, placing them gently on your thighs— not grasping, not clinging, but offering.
The moment his skin met yours, his exhale broke.
“That,” I whispered, placing my hand over the back of his head, “is devotion elevated.”
He trembled under your touch like the contact itself rewrote something inside him.
“Lesson Ten begins,” I murmured, fingers sliding into his hair with claim and control, “when I decide what you worship next.”
His palms rested lightly on your thighs, trembling from the permission, not the strain. This touch — your touch — was the first true reward he had earned all night.
And he knew it.
You threaded your fingers into his hair, slow and deliberate, claiming the back of his head with a grip that wasn’t harsh… but wasn’t soft either.
He melted instantly.
“Don’t move,” you murmured.
He froze, breath catching, every muscle keyed to your voice.
“Do you feel this?” you asked, tightening your fingers just enough to pull a tiny gasp from him.
“Yes, Ma’am…”
“This is reward. Not invitation.”
He shuddered, a tremble running from the base of his spine all the way to his knees.
Your thumb stroked behind his ear — one precise, devastating touch — and his eyes fluttered like he might collapse forward into your lap.
But he didn’t.
He held position. He remembered his discipline. He honored the lesson.
You exhaled, your breath warm against his forehead.
“You did well tonight,” you said.
Mishka1fiesty Kids dog was trying to cough something up and was acting really odd. Called the vet for an emergency trip. Turns out it was a good thing. The dog has Gastric dilatation-volvulus (GDV) and is having emergency surgery
UPDATE
Dog is ok, $1,500-$2,000 out to the vet who did surgery at midnight. Doggie is home sleeping it off. Poor poor baby though, looks so sad. The vet and her hubby had to carry her out to my car and she weighs just under 100 pounds. We however could not carry her in the house. After a lot of gently leading got a sleepy dog into the home and into her bed. Poor thing was still so out of it, she pooed over herself and had to have an outside cold bath at like 5 am. Poor Poor puppy AfricanGoddessUK TO MY LOYAL SUPPORTERS,
As the year draws to a close, I find MYSELF reflecting on the incredible journey 2024 has been. This year was nothing short of extraordinary, filled with milestones, unforgettable experiences, and growth that surpassed even MY own expectations. From traveling to new places that expanded MY vision to building deeper connections with those who’ve been here since day one, I owe it all to YOU.
To MY loyal subscribers: YOU made this possible. Every moment of luxury, every goal crushed, every step forward, it’s a testament to your unwavering support and belief in ME. Together, we’ve created something unstoppable, and for that, I AM endlessly grateful.
For those who’ve been watching from the sidelines, wishing they were part of this, know this: you’ve missed out on a year of exclusivity, transformation, and power. MY circle is reserved for those who understand what it means to invest in greatness.
2024 was just the beginning. The next chapter will be bigger, bolder, and untouchable. To MY loyal supporters: thank you for being part of this legacy. To the rest, the door is open, but not for long.
Merry Christmas and here’s to an even more powerful 2025!
With gratitude and fire,
AFRICAN GODDESS
breaze1969 Results from bdsmtest.org == 7/19/202298% Submissive90% Masochist88% Voyeur86% Rope bunny75% Exhibitionist74% Pet74% Experimentalist60% Vanilla
HotAndSticky +MULTIMEDIA What did you think was the worst movie of all time? - OH, I DON'T KNOW...THOSE GODDAMNED BLINDLY-PATRIOTIC/PATHETICALLY-THEOCRATIC MOVIES ARE NAUSEATINGLY-HORRENDOUS. 😑😑😑😑😑 If you could be any celebrity, who would you be and why? - DUNNO...WINONA RYDER? 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 JULIETTE LEWIS? 🖤 DEPECHE MODE? 🖤💜🖤💜 Ever buy a bootlegged VHS or DVD? If so, of what? - NOT THAT I KNOW OF. Would you rather watch movies at home or in the theater? - HOME. I DON'T DO NASTYASS, GERMYASS, DISGUSTINGASS, ANNOYINGASS MOVIE THEATRES. 😑😑😑😑😑 What kind of food do you buy at the theater? - N/A. What artist do you love to sing along with? - MARILYN MANSON, TRENT REZNOR, ROB ZOMBIE, PETER STEELE, JAMES HETFIELD, DEPECHE MODE, DURAN DURAN, DOORS, ALICE IN CHAINS... 🤘😎🤘 What artist do you think has no right to be as popular as they are? - THAT OVERRATED BLOVIATING WINDBAG KANYE WEST. 😑😑😑😑😑 What’s a song that makes you cry? 😞😥😢💔 "I Love You Forever And Ever And Ever, Ma....." 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 - https://youtu.be/45ft7onAhR4 What movie makes you laugh so hard your stomach hurts? - I DON'T KNOW. I ACTUALLY *USED* TO LAUGH. I EVEN USED TO LAUGH *HARD* SOMETIMES, BUT THAT WAS YEARS AGO. I JUST DO NOT LAUGH ANYMORE LIKE I USED TO. I REALLY DON'T. JUST KNOWING THAT I'M CURSED TO BEING ON THE SAME FUCKING PLANET WITH MILLIONS OF UNFORGIVABLY-STUPID TRUMP SUPPORTERS HAS CERTAINLY KILLED MY HAPPYHEARTEDNESS. 😑😑😑😑😑 Are there any dance/action/fighting scenes from a movie you can perform? - HM...NO. Is there any movie you can quote word for word? - HA...I USED TO...MAYBE "BEETLEJUICE"..."STAR WARS"... +LOVE AND DATING. What do you think of kissing on the first date? - IT DEPENDS. MAYBE IF I ALREADY KNEW HER & HAVE ALWAYS LIKED HER THEN IT'D BE OKAY. EVEN HAVING SEX, HEH. Have you ever experienced unrequited love? - YEAH. UNREQUITED LUST TOO. Have you ever dreamt about your crush/significant other? - YUUUUUUUP. Was it a good dream, or a nightmare? - SEXCELLENCE! 🤩😍🥰🤩😍🥰🤩😍🥰 I HAD A *LOT* OF CRAZY SEXUAL DREAMS ABOUT CASSANDRA; A HOT SEXY OLDER BOSS OF MINE. GODDAMMIT, IF I EVER SEE HER AGAIN, I HOPE WE FUUUUUUUCK MAYBE THOUSANDS OF TIMES THIS TIME. GODDAMMIT, I *WILL* FUCK THE UNHOLY HELL OUTTA HER A LOT! 😝🤪😜😛😋🤩😍 Do the words “I Love You” scare you? - No. I DO NOT BLINDLY-LOVE PEOPLE, I DO NOT BLINDLY-BELIEVE IN LOVE EITHER. Have you ever wanted to ask someone out but didn’t? Why? - OH, YEAH...WELL, I'VE ALWAYS BEEN GODDAMNED FUCKING *SHY*. BUT FOR A WHILE I ACTUALLY MADE MYSELF TO START ASKING GIRLS OUT, BUT SOMETHING ABOUT THAT JUST REALLY DOES *NOT* FEEL GENUINE TO ME. SO I JUST REVERTED BACK TO MY OWN NATURE. MY OWN FACTORY DEFAULT PROGRAMMING. HA. Have you ever been on a blind date? - UUUUUGH. 😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖 YES. SHE WAS *INSUFFERABLY-HORRID*. 😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖 I COULD *NOT* WAIT TO DROP HER HORRIBLE LITTLE AYASS BACK OFF TO HER HOME...WHICH I SUMMARILY DID POSTE HASTE AFTER THE CONCERT. UUUUUGH. 😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖 "FORGET about Me even taking you out to Dinner, Movie, & Whatever Else Later....." *sigh* 😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑 #UGH! (I've actually written in-detail before about that particular Blind Date before. I won't here right now, though. Maybe I'll look for it & CopyPaste it here in my Blog again later) Does Interracial Sex interest you? -Haha...ummmmm...😛😜🤪😝😆 #iWantHotSexyChocolateDammit! 🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫!!!!!!!😍😋 Do you think Freckles are sexy? -Ohhhhh, Damn Sexy. Yeah.🤩😍🥰 I've seen some Superhot Sexy Women before with LLOTS Of Freckles, yup. #BOINNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!! 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪 #FRECKLEPALOOZA. #FRECKLELICIOUS. +THE PAST. What was your favorite childhood toy? - KITES! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 BABY BAT! 🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇 Did you play with kids in your neighborhood when you were little? - YEAH. I MISS MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND, SALLY. I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH HER AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, HA...SHE LOOKS GREAT TO THIS DAY. SHE'S ONLY A YEAR OLDER. DAMN SEXY, PASSIONATE, HYPER, & FIT. 🥰 I'VE ACTUALLY FANTASIZED HAVING HOT GORGEOUS SINFUL SEX WITH HER A FEW TIMES, HA...MAYBE ONE DAY...🤩😍🥰 How many times have you moved? - 5. What were your “awkward years”? - 13 ON UP. Did you have a security blanket/stuffed animal you always slept with? - HA. YUP. GAMBI! HE'S A PLUSHIE STUFFED CLOWN SINCE I WAS 1. I THOUGHT HE LOOKED A BIT LIKE GUMBY SO I NAMED HIM GAMBI, HEH...STILL HAVE HIM! ❤💙❤💙❤💙❤ What was your favorite childhood TV show? - STAR TREK. 🖖😎 Movie? - 'CAT PEOPLE'. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 'THE HUNGER'. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 'THE CROW'. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 'BEETLEJUICE'. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 'THE MATRIX' MOVIES. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Did you have lots of new toys or hand-me-downs? - HM...HALF & HALF? I DIDN'T MIND USED TOYS. I EVEN PERSONALLY BOUGHT ME LOTS OF THEM TOO, HA. Is there anything you would change about your childhood if you could? - I G
quirkylittle4daddy a bolder post, a bolder call to the sacred sexuality warriors of light of both genders. hold the mother fucking line. if you dare
as this awareness came to me i knew it wasn't something personal and needed to be shared. but i had a hesitation. what i share is already hard to understand...and this one can make even the most aligned buckle....but then i breathed and said i'm a splenic projector thats a juxtaposition with a cross of assimilation. if i am NOT talking about things that will be rejected by 99.9% of people i'm NOT doing my job.
and i breathe and take a deep dive into the waters.
we rose from the filth. we rose to the highest of heights. we've seen things that will make most want to end it all and yet here we are. we touch the heights of pleasure beyond what mere mortals understand. those risk takers those truth sayers. those people who play on the edge that have people praying for them night and day. and yet we know there is truth in those edges we consciously touch potentially getting burned.
even little girls like me, have a vicious primal gross and disgusting streak in us.
it's the dark empty void.
for us girlies of all gender identities it's the dark goddess and in the men it's the dark god.
but there's a deeper layer.....a lot of us are stuck in that fleeting, passionate, tempered vibe..and playing higher, rougher, deeper, stronger, more intense...that can get you stuck in the sauce real fast. the sauce of the 3d world of tradition and structure and organization that keeps you small.
there's a higher angelic fiery demon class out there......beyond the constraints of passionate love.
we're here to master a spiritual, esoteric, cosmic, and divine sense of sexuality and love. and hold it...hold it for dear life as the rest of the earth is stuck in this not BAD..but denser, complicated, more painful and stagnant vibe of love and sexuality.
a lot of my dark goddess aka alternative sophia energy ladies are wanting to stay in the sauce and tussle with their alternative dark god michael energy and keep the cycle going.
but i've risen above in the clouds into the starseed light of absolution. and it's haughty..it's haughty because radical detachment and a commitment to continue knowing i am human..i will have slips, i will fail, on earth i am not completely me...but the journey is to always return...the lessons and the landscape and the cosmic story is there...if you
DON'T
GET
IN
THE
SAUCE
be the observer...the lover the fighter the warrior, the dying the living, the exalted....touch feel breath smell taste feel ache scream cry hit claw explode...but always come back to love.
ai no message.
the fixation on the cohabitation the family the kids the stability the structure the compromise is what keeps us stuck.
pure absolution and the focus of self mastery first and a deep unyielding commitment to each other is the way. if you choose to be apart of this rat pack.
and it's only elite because you'll be pushed...pushed over and over and over again.....you'll start where people say they would hate to be apart of this..they can't imagine living like this..they'd rather DIE.
and yet here you are.....living breathing..maybe because you had no choice.but maybe you deep down did and know even in the darkest of the dementor days there's a gem and a lesson and an ascension coming if you just hold on.
people mean while you're fellow dark beings of love(not violent, not demonic, not manipulative....but dark and raw and scary and righteous not afraid to shank a bitch if necessary) are still caught in the sauce..it pulls it down.
but then...returning and holding the line rises....it rises you to the clouds, to the sky, the ocean, the galaxy....the dark with flashing lights so wide the purple violet flames of transmutation........the comets and the energy balls bigger than one can contextualize....and you're there......
it takes grit it takes everything and then when you have nothing else to give..it takes only perseverance in something you can't even imagine is there...just one foot in the other..beyond weary beyond done.....no hope..and yet something deeper pulls you forward...to hold the line.
deception is slink seductive, it's chemically altering, it's what everyone else is literally doing...it's acceptable....passionate fleeting love and sex is the drug..........if you choose. not bad..but it keeps you saucy in a sauce that isn't even tasty.
some of us warriors are meant....
TO HOLD...THE LINE.
and i really wrote most of that outside of myself......into something deeper behind just little twin stars space talking.
this is what i originally came to say.
HOLD.
HOLD STEADY, HOLD TRUE.
FOR LOVE, FOR LIFE, FOR LIVE.
FOR THE FIGHT, FOR THE FOCUS IS ALL ON YOU.
TO BE TRUE TO THINE OWN AND TO BE TRUE THINE HEART AND THINE COUNTRY AND THEY SACRED SPACE TOO.
FOR WHEN THINE IS TRUE TO THEE ,THEY SHINE SO BRIGHT.
HOLD STEAD SOLDIER, HOLD TRUE....HOLD THE LINE.
HOLD THE LINE AT ALL COSTS.
EVEN AT THE RISK OF YOUR OWN LIFE. HOLD THE LINE! FOR GODS SAKE(the tetra god, now the gendered ones) AND THE SAKE OF OUR CURRENT FREQUENCY AND DIMENSION ON EARTH.
HOLD THE ENERGY, HOLD THE DIVINE. THE WORLD DEPENDS ON IT....YOU DEPEND ON IT.
MsTxStorm NEW CRUSH ALERT!!!!
Michele Morrone from the 365 days movies I'm cheating on my Winter Soldier LOL
commited12u
A submissive without an Owner has a life that seems to be without a purpose.
Bull60 I keep receiving mails of str8 men who after reading my writings realize that their str8 orientation is a lie inasmuch the reality is more complex than that. The feel, act, and view themselves as str8 or at the very least a top. However, once they encounter th mirror I place in front of them they come to realize that, true they feel str8 but deep inside there's a yearn to be with a man, a man better than them, one with whom they can be vulnerable and submissive. Onece they find that man they realize that all their actions were directed at this man in their uncon dreams. They want total surender and control and that means as i have mention many times, offering their bodies and masculinity. The issue is that in their close circle they are the man, they perform and command, yet it is hollow the real appreciation is not coming from the man they know is out there and they wish they could be in his arms, under him, or between his legs. Nothing is off the table, they present all their actions are and have to his bull and they are happy they did. In cuckolding situations it is always the wife (mostly) who initiate the m2m breeding after watching her husband's arousal when she is taken deep and hard; they want that but still str8 it must be done for obedience to the wife. I play along because I know they will end up begging for cock. The question of why do I like str8 males is easy to answer, power. The thrill of eroding years of lies and being there to soothe the pain and reap the rewards. If the male is worthy of me in a longer timeline I will either make him into a male bride or ritualize his entry into a bisexual life. I do not want for them to only desire being mounted, that is my privileg and only mine. I want them to continue their life but knowing that the top (them) now found his bull.
KinkyPear Returning to the simple life with my 2nd
In recent days I've let myself dream and imagine. Something I dared not do in the past.
What wonderful experiences would be paved with carefully laid out bricks to form the perfect path? Each brick a representation of heart felt and true emotional moments of connection and understanding. Each brick carefully examined under my experienced eye as I lovingly place them. Making sure they sit solidly in place to never shift, crack or break under the weight of life's weight. Each meaningful exchange of explorations and discoveries of what I seek found inside the one. Another brick is formed then carefully set in place. The paved path quickly, maybe even too quickly causing one to question its authenticity, leading to my kingdom.
My kingdom is where I rule as king and is my domain. It radiates with love, affection and admiration. Its walls are thick and built to protect my residents from any harm or threat an invader my try to assault with. The sun shine thru illuminating life and bringing warmth and comfort to those inside. It's very depths are filled with positive energy for all to absorb.
Yet deep within this kingdom also resides a dungeon. It is well equipped with all one would need to break the spirit of another. A place where pain can be pleasure but pleasure also painful. The master of this dungeon is experienced in all forms of infliction. He yields the arsenal of his trade with efficient and deliberate blows. Yet the physical s at his disposal are only superceded by his knowledge of the human psychy. He is like an artist manipulating the canvas before him. Turning it from either a blank or unattractive painting to one that when looked upon will make even the hardest hearted individuals melt and smile at its beauty.
Yes the road to this kingdom a complicated one but for the one who seeks eternal belonging it is Eden.
If only his dreams of the completed path were true. He looks up to the heavens and is heard to say, "Is this the ONE you have sent to me? Have you taken my rib to form my Eve. If she is, please, let her be all I seek."
He returns his gaze and his full attention back to his task at hand filled with hope.
Alas, the God's have mocked ones again. His emotions played with like the wireless puppets we are. His eyes distracted on one as the so wittingly sneak the other in behind his back. The unexpected tale of the story taking on a life of its own diverting him from her to another. One who mysteriously was guided to that fateful meet.
A message titled, "Ummm....wrong button", mysteriously appearing in his mail. The ball was set in motion like a snowball traveling down a large snow covered embankment, its momentum grew, picking up more snow that clung to it enlarging it! It's mass quickly devouring all in its path as it consumed and grew. Soon too powerful to stop it enveloped all in its surroundings claiming them as its own.
As such that mistakenly sent message grew wings and soared. One message led to many which led to hundreds more. Messages soon evolving to phone calls that soon dominated their lives and became the focus of their day.
She quizingly and scrutinly joins in with guarded fear of rejection and hurt. For she is not a stranger to the cause but only retreated to protect her heart from more.
MistressNikkiVixen Columbus has been feeling… quiet lately.
Not in the peaceful sense—more like the kind of silence that comes when there’s a lack of presence. A lack of structure. A lack of men who understand what it means to offer themselves with intention.
I’ve been observing more than engaging, and what I see is a pattern—too many who talk about submission, very few who live it with consistency, discretion, and discipline.
That’s where my attention has been shifting.
I’ve been considering creating something more… curated. A private space designed for those who understand devotion beyond surface-level interaction. Not performative. Not chaotic. Structured, intentional, and centered around real standards.
Access would not be given lightly.
If you’re the kind of man who needs constant attention, reassurance, or direction just to function—you won’t last.
But if you’re composed, self-managed, and understand that true submission is proven in silence just as much as in service… then perhaps you’ll find yourself exactly where you belong.
Columbus may be quiet—but I won’t be for long.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
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May 31, 2025 - Football player takes a load then wants to have two orgasms!
Sorry I have not written a story in quite some time, but this winter has been rough on me. I think I went through a dark place for a while but I'm feeling much better now that the weather is warming.
Thursday was my birthday and Friday I got a message from football player saying he wanted to come over. For quite some time we've been trying to get him to orgasm twice during one visit. Well, we tried again today.
When he first arrived, I was already in my birthday suit, completely naked relaxing in my easy chair with a hard-on. He came through the door and immediately began to strip his clothes off as always. He looked over at me in the chair and mumbled, "I've really needed this for a while." He started sucking on my cock. It was fantastic. As usual, as I looked down at his broad shoulders, the shoulders of a football player, it only made my cock get harder. He would alternate taking his time on my cock, deep throating it, and sometimes devouring it like a starving person at his first meal in weeks.
I don't like to orgasm this quickly, I like to go to the basement, play for a while and finally drop a load in his ass. But after about 10 minutes of such a wonderful blowjob, even with his mouth full, I heard him say... "I've needed to swallow your load for the longest time."
That was enough to put me over the edge. I tried to hold back a bit longer, but thinking how much he wanted my creamy, salty, sweet cum in his mouth was too much for me. I figured, why not? Maybe today is the day I will have two orgasms. I put my hands on his wide shoulders and felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
As he deep-throated me once, and I felt my cock getting lodged in the back of his throat, it was too exciting. I started making the grunting noises so that he knew I was about to fill his mouth. He pulled off my cock almost completely leaving just ahead in his mouth. He wanted to taste everything. And I did not disappoint. I let him have a huge load. I felt ribbon after ribbon of cum squirt into his mouth. He swallowed, and kept sucking. He was definitely attempting to drain me completely dry. My cock was still hard so I just let him keep sucking for a while until he had every last drop out. Then I said, let's head downstairs and take care of you now.
We went downstairs and he hopped into the sling. I put his ankles in the stirrups. There was no need to tell him to scoot down in the sling so I could access his hole more easily, he's done this enough times that he was perfectly positioned. His cock was still hard, and his ass puckered for me. I put a pair of rubber gloves on and started to lube up his hole.
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Today, I find myself reflecting deeply on my journey of submission, a path sprinkled with the soft petals of my femininity and the resonating echo of my girlish heart. There's an undeniable intertwining of these identities, each one validating and magnifying the other, creating a tapestry of self that I continue to weave with delicate, yet eager hands. 🎀. OMG, Total introspection! Like, deep-diving into my submissive heart and its BFF relationship with all things girly and femme. It’s crazy how these parts of me just click together. It’s as if the universe went, “Hey girl, here’s some sparkle for your soul,” and BAM, I’m living my authentic self. 💁✨
Being submissive isn't just a role I've adopted; it's a celebration of my most authentic self, where my natural inclinations to yield and please are not just accepted but revered. It's in this sacred space that my girlishness - the sweet, effervescent joy I find in the simplest things, and my feminine essence - the flowing well of nurturing, intuitive emotion, come together in a beautiful, symbiotic dance. 💃❤️.
It is like...my heart’s home. It’s where my love for pleasing isn’t just okay; it’s adored. And this space? It’s where my inner girl - all giggles, twirls, and happy tears - gets to hang out with my woman-self. They chat, they laugh, they cry, they share skincare tips (lol), and together, they’re just me. 💕👛
Now, let’s talk fashion, because honey, my subby side loves to dress up. It’s like every outfit is a secret message, all “this is me, this is real.” The fabrics kiss my skin, the swish of a skirt, the jingle of my bangles - girl, it’s all part of the symphony, you know? 🎵👠
I dress myself in the aesthetics of my submission, each garment a symbol of soft surrender. The silk feels like whispers against my skin, the colors, pastel or vibrant, mirror my mood, and the act of choosing what to wear is less about fabric and more about wrapping myself in a visible representation of my identity. The bangles on my wrists sing with every movement, a gentle, constant reminder of the delicate strength I carry within. 💅👗
But real talk, submission isn’t just a look. It’s like...a heart agreement. It’s built on mega trust and this super special respect-package. It’s not a solo gig, either. It takes two to tango, and when His strong, guiding hand finds mine? Magic. It’s like I’m free in a way only us in the know get. 🙈💫. it goes beyond the tangible. My submission is painted in the strokes of trust, painted with the brush dipped in the hues of reverence and devotion. It's an artwork that requires two, though - one to surrender and one to accept the offering. It's a mutual dance, and when guided by a firm, loving lead, I find the purest freedom, a paradox that only those in this intricate dynamic can truly understand. 🌹🔐
In my day-to-day, whether I'm tending to my tasks, engaging with others, or lost in quiet moments of reflection, my submission hums softly in the background, a soundtrack only I can hear. It's in the way I craft my space, a blend of comfort, beauty, and order. It's in the way I express my care for those around me, a pour from the pitcher of my heart. And it's most loud and clear in the stillness of the night, when I journal my thoughts and experiences, each word a thread in the tapestry of my submissive journey. 🌙✍️
The resilience of my journey isn't lost on me. There's a profound strength in vulnerability, a courage in femininity that the world often overlooks. As I continue this journey, I do so with an open heart, celebrating the girly joy, the sensual submission, and the intricate femininity that makes me whole. Here's to the paths we walk, the roles we cherish, and the selves we continue to discover. 🥂💕
HotAndSticky 3 things you’ve done today: - SHOWERED TWICE. - PAINTED A CERTAIN PART OF THE KITCHEN FLOOR GLOSSY WHITE. - CUT GRASS OUT FRONT. 3 things you’ve purchased recently: - DORITOS. - CRANBERRY JUICE. - FOLGERS COFFEE. 3 things you’ve eaten today: - MAC & SHEESE. - BEANS. - BREAD. 3 movies you enjoy: - 'BEETLEJUICE'. - 'THE HUNGER'. - 'CAT PEOPLE'. 3 of your favorite bands: - DURAN DURAN. - SIOUXSIE & THE BANSHEES. - DEPECHE MODE. 3 songs you enjoy: - 'ENJOY THE SILENCE'. - 'ORNAMENTS OF GOLD'. - 'NEW MOON ON MONDAY'. 🎼🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶💜 3 things you wish for: - I WISH MY MOM NEVER PASSED-ON & SHE WAS STILL HERE WITH US. 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 - I REALLY WISH EVERY LAST UNCONSCIONABLE LOWLIFE REPUBLICAN IS VOTED THE FOCK OUT OF OFFICE SOON. 😑😑😑😑😑 - W EED. 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 3 things you’re wearing: - BLACK BAGGY SHORTS. - A PAIR OF WHITE KNEE-HIGH COTTON SOCKS. - ANOTHER PAIR OF WHITE KNEE-HIGH COTTON SOCKS (I always wear 2 Pairs of Socks...for years...ha. Yup.). 3 things on your mind: - "I Love You Forever And Ever And Ever, Ma..." 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 - "Oh, This Timelessly-Beautiful Goth DarkWave Rock Sure ALWAYS Makes Me Feel Like I'm Eternally 17...ha...yup." 🤘😎🤘 💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤 - "Ohhhhh...I Gotta Shower! So fucking Hot & Sticky right now!" 😆😆😆😆😆 3 of your favorite smells: - AFRICAN MUSK OIL.💚 - CK1 COLOGNE.🤍 - CITRUS AIR FRESHENER.🧡 3 words to describe how you feel now: - DAMN SLEEPY. - FRESHLY-SHOWERED. - UNEASY. 3 things you like about yourself: - FIT. - VEGETARIAN. - DANCER. 3 unpopular opinions you have: - THE WORLD HAS A *BAD* OVERPOPULATION PROBLEM, SO PEOPLE WHO WANT TO BE PARENTS SHOULD HAVE ONLY ONE CHILD FROM HEREON... - ...AND/OR GET SPAYED/NEUTERED.✂️ - AAAAALL THOSE DESPICABLE, GUILTY, VIOLENT, TRAITOROUS, TREASONOUS JANUARY 6th INSURRECTIONISTS NEED TO SUMMARILY BE TRIED & CONVICTED EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY. 🔨 3 things you enjoy doing: - SMOKING W EED🤩...THEN... - ...DAAAAANCING...HA. 🥰 - FILLING THESE SURVEYS OUT SOMETIMES. 3 of your favorite photos (or memories): - PHOTOS OF MOM. 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 - FAMILY PHOTOS OF YEARS AGO WHEN I WASN'T SO GODDAMNED CYNICAL, BITTER, & JADED, I GUESS. - I HAVE LOTS OF COSPLAY PHOTOS, HEH. 3 things in your room: - A 6' 6" WOODEN COFFIN. - A 5' WOODEN COFFIN. - A 6' WOODEN COFFIN (I'm A CoffinMaker...for yeeeeeeears. There's also A 6' 4" Coffin too.). 3 things that scare you: - FIRE. 🔥🤯🤯🤯 - DANGEROUSLY-IMMATURE (Anti-Vaccine/Anti-Mask) SELFISH PEOPLE. 😷💉 - DANGEROUSLY-STUPID TRUMP CULTISTS. 😑 3 things that you find attractive in a person: - SHE LOVES WEED. - SHE DISLIKES REPUBLICANS. - SHE CARES ABOUT FITNESS. 3 places you have traveled: - NO. - NOPE. - NUH-UH. 3 of your favorite flowers or plants: - ROSES. - LILIES. - WEED. 3 facts about your current life: - I JUST GOT 2 NEW TATTOOS A FEW DAYS AGO. - I'M VERY FUCKING ATTRACTED TO A YOUNG, SLIM, POLITE, SUPER-RESPECTFUL BLACK GIRL THAT WORKS AT THE STORE DOWN THE ROAD, HEH...I SENSE SHE ALSO FEELS THE SAME WAY...🤩😍🥰 - MY EX-GIRLFRIEND GOT REALLY FUCKING SICK WITH COVID, & SHE UNFORTUNATELY WENT THROUGH HELL BECAUSE OF IT, BUT SHE EVENTUALLY RECOVERED, BLESSEDLY...BUT IT ALSO REALLY MESSED HER UP MENTALLY & EMOTIONALLY, & SHE LATER TOLD ME THAT SHE REALLY NEEDED TO BE ALONE. 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 💔💔💔💔💔 😞😞😞😞😞 OKAY, THEN...ALRIGHT. I UNDERSTAND...I'LL GIVE YOU YOUR SPACE. I WON'T GIVE YOU A HARD TIME. I DON'T LIKE THIS, BUT I DO UNDERSTAND. I MISS YOU, I LOVE YOU, & I ALWAYS WILL...💜🖤💜🖤💜 🐢❤🐢 3 books you’ve read recently: - OOOOO...I *USED*... - ...TO READ BOOKS... - ...A *LOT!* 😆😆😆😆😆 3 things you are planning to do this summer: - UGH...WELL, I KEEP PUTTING-OFF SOME FLOORING I NEED TO GET DONE. HOPEFULLY SOON. I'M FAST. I'VE DONE LOTS OF FLOORING BEFORE. DIFFERENT KINDS. - MORE PAINTING. THESE 90-100 DEGREE DAYS ARE PERFECT FOR FAST DRYING TIMES. PAINTED FOR YEARS. I'M FAST & CLEAN. - UM, HOPEFULLY SOON GET A NEW PICK-UP FINALLY. NEED IT. IT'S A CRUCIALLY-VITAL TOOL, DAMMIT! 3 games you enjoy - any type: - "MORTAL KOMBAT' (even though I have actually Not Played VideoGames since ARMAGEDDON came out. I'm not a Gamer.) - 'YOU DON'T KNOW JACK!' - 'CATCH PHRASE' 3 facts about your appearance: - I CHANGE APPEARANCES A LOT; I GUESS ONE OF MY SPIRIT ANIMALS IS THE CHAMELEON, HA... - I JUST GOT 2 OLDER TRIBAL TATTOOS ON EITHER SIDE OF MY HEAD REDARKENED A FEW DAYS AGO. *NOW*: TIME TO LET THE HAIR REGROW OUT AGAIN...HAHA...😆😆😆😆😆 -MY NAILS ARE *ALWAYS* BLACKPOLISHED. https://youtu.be/cKxhNfdCc34
empressvenus What annoys me more than anything is people who don't read. I know you're not used to people like me who are straightforward and values every second they have, but get on my level or leave me alone. I created a detailed profile to spare the need to repeat myself or waste valuable time. I know exactly what I want and I know exactly what I don't want. If you lack the cerebral firepower to comprehend an Alpha Fem of my caliber, that's your problem. Don't approach me if you didn't read my profile. Stop expecting me to go out of my way, repeat myself, overexplain, or lift a finger for that matter. I'm SERIOUS. I am seeking the path of least resistance ONLY. My life will be easy breezy no disruptions moving forward.
As a full time artist and creative maker, I support myself 100%. No side jobs, hustles, or schemes. Therefore, come correct or don't come at all. Getting all of these messages from beta men expecting me to go out of my way. If you want your fantasy fulfilled, seek elsewhere. It's ALL ABOUT ME. It's MY WAY OR GET TO STEPPIN. If you don't drive, don't even bother. If you are poor or struggling financially, mentally, emotionally, or physical, skip me. If you can't keep yourself together, aint no way you can add value to my life. I'm grounded. Aware. And capable of continuing ON MY OWN til I find the right ones for the mission. ✌🏽
ChangelingRose
While I’m on a break from Fetlife, one thing I’m conscious of is that I tend to post things about looking for someone to go for cups of tea with, visit graveyards, go to bookshops and then snuggle up for reading. It’s pretty silly, but it’s meant sincerely. While I have to stop myself from adding “apply within”, in the end, it reflects how I would like a relationship to start. A thing of meeting for tea, visiting graveyards/taking quiet walks, and sharing a love of books and reading. Of course, it isn’t everything I want, and I hope that’s obvious as this is a kink site. It’s just that, as I’ve probably said so much that people are sick of it, I want to make a connection on a vanilla level and then grow the kink side of things. I’m looking for a band that takes more than just a love of kink, and I want to go slowly and surely. Eventually, I’d want things to develop into something more committed, and deeper, and to bring in other elements. I just don’t want to rush it. I don’t want to be someone’s mistake. I also want to be sure that most of our mutual needs can be met, and that both of us are working on whatever we need to work on - trauma is being addressed, patterns of behaviour are being broken if they’re negative, and so on. I want to be sure that the connection with this hypothetical person is strong, and that it can withstand a lot of shit - because I think life is going to get more, not less, difficult in the next few years. Any relationship is going to have to be strong enough to ride out the coming storms.Adding to this, I suppose I should expound on what I actually want. Before I go on, I should ask that the reader remember that this is me putting things out into the universe, so of course it’s selfish as fuck - I imagine yours would be too… Isn’t that sort of the point? (It strikes me as odd that we both castigate the “I have no limits” people, but also defining what you want can lead to you being accused that “you’re trying to control things and reduce me to a fetish dispenser” - the point is to talk things through and get to a happy medium, surely?). This is my “moon on a stick” list of things I want to have in a relationship. Vanilla: I want a relationship based on love, trust, communication, and sharing, and that reflects shared values. I want something where we can have separate bedrooms, though, in part because I snore horrifically and I feel guilty if I disturb people’s sleep. I also have restless legs - no idea why, but I suspect it’s anxiety related - and so I want to sleep alone to avoid kicking my partner. I also want to have a space that is mine (mine, all mine, bwahahahaha), because I want somewhere I feel I can go to write, create, and study. Or even just curl up if I need to be by myself because sometimes I do. This isn’t a slight against a hypothetical partner, it’s just how I am. I’m very introverted, think I may be an HSP, and there are times when alone feels like bliss - not because of who the other person is, or anything they’ve done… just because I need that time by myself for my sanity. Touch is, however, very important to me and is probably my primary love language, so I would like a lot of that. I enjoy acts of service too and supporting the person I’m with. I like giving massages and other forms of body worship too. I am happy to take responsibility for housework, cooking, and other domestic chores. This being said, I am a writer and I do need time to work and I expect that to be respected in a relationship. I hope my partner will have their own passions outside of kink and that they can be things we can share (books, board games, cats - you know, stuff like that). I value creativity, so I’d love it if they were also a writer or an artist, or something like that. I know we don’t have to be completely in tandem, but at the same time, I have learned that shared passions are very often the key to a relationship and that losing that common ground can spell disaster. I’m not sure how I feel about having children - I used to be very opposed but now, I just don’t know.
ChangelingRose == Results from bdsmtest.org ==98% Slave95% Submissive89% Rope bunny85% Pet79% Experimentalist77% Masochist72% Brat62% Switch62% Degradee62% Non-monogamist45% Primal (Prey)40% Rigger30% Vanilla27% Voyeur19% Dominant10% Owner10% Degrader8% Primal (Hunter)8% Exhibitionist8% Sadist
Seeker10101 Since I seem to get the same questions over and over I will answer them here and save me and anyone asking time and effort:
Q: Would you consider a male slave?/Do you ever play with a male sub?
A: Not really. My style of BDSM is very sexual and since males doesn't attract me sexually I wouldn't enjoy a male slave. I might consider a male slave as part of a submissive couple, but then again he couldn't expect much sexual interaction between him and me.
Q: Would you consider a CD/TV/Sissy as your slave?
A: I might consider it if you are part of a couple where the other party is a sub female, or if you are very feminine, very young and very submissive.
Q: Would you train my wife if I send her to you for a limited time and send me photos and films of you training and using her?
A: Yes I would if you really send her AND if she is in on it. The problem with the couples and men asking for this is they disappear and erase their profile after 20 - 30 messages and sometimes the same number of mails. Most probably they were roleplaying and there was no wife OR she wasn't in on it and they din't dare to suggest it to her, or if they did she wouldn't play along.
Q: Would you train me on-line?/Would you claim me as your on-line slave?
A: Probably not. I used to say no way, but during the pandemic I did have a few sexual relationships with submissive girls in several countries using telephone and/or various chat apps. We shared our dirty fantasies, we shared orgasms and I had some of them do painful and perverse things on themselves on my command. Now when the pandemic seems to be over and IRL contact is possible again on-line relationships seems less attractive. I live the lifestyle IRL and even an on-line slave girl takes time and effort. It's not a definite no, but you would have to be very special and very devoted for me to consider an on-line slave.
subMeghan As required by my Dom, I publicly declare the following: I am subMeghan, and as I type this this, whenever I am here on CollarSpace, I am to remain completely nude, except for my dog collar and glasses…
Today’s Journal Topic Is: I Am Now On CollarSpace Chat!
One of many fantasies my Dom/Hubby has for me is to be a webcam model. He just loves the idea of me being completely nude in front of an unseen audience of men who I interact with and ultimately masturbate for them.
For a variety of reasons, that is simply never going to happen. Neither of us want to actually make that a reality. However, we did come up with a way for me to come as close as I can to doing this.
For the past few months, I have been playing around with CollarSpace’s chat rooms. The first few times, I would only pop in for a few minutes, see what people were talking about, then quickly exit.
The first time someone requested a private chat with me, I freaked out and exited the chat altogether. I was such a wimp! LOL
However, over time, I’ve gotten used to it and have had some really enjoyable conversations with some of you all.
A couple observations so far.
1> Collar Space chat can be really buggy. Getting booted out happens a lot!
2> Chat users are way more nice to me than I expected. (I’ve previously written about how abusive some of the messages I receive can be.)
3> More often than not, users are more interested in chatting than roleplaying.
4> Male subs seem to be quite needy. (This is just an observation, not a judgement.)
My Dom’s chat guidelines for me are as follows:
1> Of course, I am always to nude at all times. I am to disclose that I am nude if asked or appropriate.
2> Be gracious, courteous and friendly.
3> Answer all questions honestly. However, I may decline to answer any question that I deem to be inappropriate.
4> There are no taboo or inappropriate topics.
5> I do have to tolerate rude, abusive users. I have the discretion to terminate any conversation that I am uncomfortable with or deem to be unacceptably rude or abusive.
6> At my discretion, I may engage in any roleplay scenario that I feel comfortable with.
7> During roleplay, I am allowed to submit to other online Doms. However, my Dom’s/Hubby’s rules/limits always supersede any other online Dom’s commands.
8> During roleplay, if possible, I am to attempt to physically implement whatever I say I am doing. For example: If I say that I am putting clothespins on my nipples, then I need to actually put clothespins on my nipples, etc.
9> No webcam, no video, no photos. Sorry, not going to happen.
I do not plan on having any kind of chat schedule. If I’m there. I’m there. If I’m not, I’m not.
If you see me on chat, feel free to just say Hi.
subMeghan
CosmicCunt The subject of politics came up during a recent talk with a submissive man and it quickly went to the subject of abortion, and I had some marvelous revelations on the subject of politics and religion and sex. I paraphrase in part and the rest is history...
"I voted for Trump - his heart is in a good place"
"I think his heart could be in a good place yet he took action to ensure that My right to sovereignty over My body was abolished. What the fuck is that?"
"Well, he didn't do it to you."
"Yes, yes he did. He placed two Supreme Court Justices to help overturn Roe v Wade."
"Ruth Bader Ginsberg didn't really believe in blah blah blah"
"I don't care what she believed in, no one has a right to control My body."
"So how long? How many weeks?"
"How many weeks for what? There are NO weeks. This is not anyone else's decision."
"Well, that's murder."
"Who says? You? Your friends, your church, your politics?"
"Do you believe in murder?"
"Who are we murdering? Do you have leather cowhide seats and shoes on your feet? How about all the meat which you eat - that is murder - terminating life - where are the rules? Why is it murder if I am terminating the propagation of cells within My body? Are we murdering cancer? Who told you you get to choose what is okay to call murder and what is not? Who told you you could decide for Me? I terminate those cells in My body from manifesting and it is My right to do so."
"I didn't say murder."
"Yes you did. You said at what time, how many weeks does it become murder. You are now classifying Me as a murderer if I conduct business on My body."
Silence.
"What I am saying is, you cannot speak to Me about this subject. You have no idea what you are talking about. No one is telling you you have to pay $500 a month for a life, if you conceive with a woman. No one is controlling your sex! You do not have a right, no one does and it's none of your business. Is this an issue of the Bible? Who told the bible it had ANY business in My cunt? This is My body. No one gets to decide what happens with it except for Me. Period.
"Well what if you want the baby and the mother doesn't?"
"Tough cookies! TOO bad. That is not a decision for you to make and you don't then get to have some tantrum and make Me have a child - that is bloody bullshit! What the fuck are we talking about? You don't get to claim some part of My sex just because you have a constant erection and implanted in Me. You made a D O N A T I O N. Once you implant your seed, you gave up the rights to that seed. Once it passes to Me, it then belongs to Me. What are you, some indian giver? If you want some commitment to My sex, then that has to be in some kind of sex prenup. I can sign right on the dotted line, I, Ms. C do agree to have one sub ______ pour his seed into My cunt and thereby give him rights over My cunt to then decide whether I and My body, agree to have or have not to bring forth life from My body.
Anything else is Psychological Rape and I don't agree with that!
Can you imagine going to the bank and depositing your funds and the bank says, hey we reserve the right to borrow your money indefinitely and with variable interest depending on whether we are making a profit." LOL
At one point in the discussion, I had to ask:
Why the fuck do you believe you have some dominion over My cunt? Do I have control over your cock? Legally? lol
Here is the last arguement and listen up here boys and girls - who the fuck are you to decide what life is of value and what life is not? Human life is more important than all other life forms??? Are you seriously going to pander that self righteous malarky on Me? lol
Humans are SOOOOOOOO self absorbed and elitist and primitive.
And please, shut the Bible thumping door right now. I will pay the price with My maker in My own time of this you can be assured and THAT, My wayward PRIMATE is NONE of your concern!
So I ask again, who gave you the right to get all up into My stuff and stake some claim over it?
Why do you think you have ANY rights over My body and what happens with it?
WHY DO YOU CARE ABOUT MY / WOMAN'S BLOODY CUNT??? It truly is NONE of YOUR business!
Take care of your own junk and leave ours alone!
No apologies offered.
Here is a novel idea; how about a bar code (back of your ID) which tells all about you, drugs, diseases, health issues, whether or not you grant authority over your cunt/dick to a sexual partner, NSA, marriage minded. Then we can just scan one another and be done with the charade!
Master23Mike Master's WritingsFoundations: Deep Honesty and the Butterfly EffectAs I see it, there are three core elements, communication, trust and honesty, that together form the foundation for feeling safe as we explore the lifestyle. Each element is interdependent with the others, and intertwined in such a way that to fail any one breaks them all, leaving us unsure and at risk, while when they all work right, we feel able to explore the greatest depths imaginable.With regard to honesty, we, in the lifestyle, are far better equipped to get it right than anywhere within the vanilla world. Power dynamics, the emotional nakedness of play and the acceptance of near infinite diversity among our interests and population make total honesty far more achievable within the lifestyle than others then you might think.Yet honesty can suffers from the crushing weight of a single butterflies wing. As children, we learn to lie because we get away and it always starts with the smallest of lies or the things we hide from those we love. As we grow, we believe that lying is acceptable with those we love and in society in general. This acceptance allows us to learn to lie even to ourselves, and as we mature, we discover that we have grown comfortable being false to others and even to ourself. We no longer know what is authentic and the distance between those close to us grows and decays. And we wonder why. In fact, as a society, we have entered an age where falsehood and lying is now the norm and an accepted practice.In a dynamic where “Total Honesty” is practiced, lies are never allowed, not in part nor in full, not even lies of omission or hidden truths of any kind. Sharing is always total, free and open. The freedom of an open mind and heart is the only acceptable mindset. While nearly all in the lifestyle preach this in one form or another, we must be aware of the impact of that single small butterfly wing. For just like the child growing up, a single allowance of a hidden feeling, an uncomfortable truth left unspoken, or a fear not communicated, has the potential to become habit forming and thereafter impact and erode the beauty and depth of a dynamic. A hidden feeling can undermine the understanding one partner has for the other. An uncomfortable truth can lead to the birth of resentment and anger when not spoken where it is allowed to fester. A fear left unchecked causes stress, clouds the mind, undercut trust, causes stagnation and allows anxieties to run unchecked or worse.Within a dynamic, the expectation and practice must be to understand the impact, the cause and effect, of that single delicate wing of the smallest of lies and/or omissions, remaining fully open to each other, totally authentic of self, and emotionally naked before your partner. For it is only within a dynamic filled with such honesty that we make possible the deep, beautiful and magical experiences we all seek.
MzRaine A new entry is long overdue, so I'm glad they have finally brought back the journal feature. So... why am I still here if I'm not actively looking for a sub right now? Well, I've gone through many periods where I simply have too much going on or get frustrated or simply lack the desire for sessions. But it always comes back around. And there are a few people around here I converse with, so that's also why I keep my profile active instead of hiding it. But keep in mind that this doesn't mean I want to hear from anyone who hopes I'll keep them in mind for when I do want to meet subs again. I'm not keeping a list and I delete the majority of messages I receive.
Fantasymailorder Sadly most who have contacted me on here want so much more than I wantI want a real relationship with lots of tender vanilla timeBut this is sex. Just this. Mid week is jacking off on my healing tits or titty fucking meVery rarely do we have penetrative sex.
I seek an equal partner in my vanilla life. I'm strong and independen. I just need to be degraded like this and used as titty cum rag
MissDAR I'm actually sad to be back here on this site, after so many years being happy with who I found and who was very loyal. Unfortunitly he is no more and here I am.
This is time consumming as it is for you as well. So if I don't respond after I read your message it's because this search sometimes gets over whelming trying to figure out who is who and what someone is looking for exactly EXACTLY. For instance, if someone is just looking for weekend play, or something along that line. Please do me a favor and don't even write. I'm sure there is probably someone else out there that wants that.
I have to say I do get a rise when I find someone I can connect to on a higher plane. I like intelligent converstation but it is also time consumming and easier to move to phone eventually.
I'm not talking about someone with a high IQ and can memorize the encyclopedia . I'm talking about someone that is beyond that and I can talk to about the meaning of life , so to speak.
Does my sub/slave need to be smart and have a college education ? No , some of the best people I know even dropped out of school and never finished.
With today's AI we can all be artist, writers, and seemingly a genious. But with all that , there is something deeper. If you don't know what I'm talking about then you don't know. If you do understand then you do know.
If who comes to live here can't even read but knows how to have a great garden, knows how to use his hands.( even if he doesnt but is more than willing to learn) That is way more important to me than anything.
However is someone works online and doesn't know how to work with his hands. Then he could be useful as well and I don't rule that out.
I said all that to help you to have a better understanding what I'm looking for . I hope not to be on here for several months but who knows.
The last person I found on here was about 8 years ago. We met on here talked for a couple weeks. He moved here and has been here ever since.
That's what happens when people are open and honest and do what they say they are going to do .
angeldmort From my group -re-sharing here - Why language matters. Or, Darmok and Jalad.
Jan 30, 2019
I had a reminder this week, (not that this week is that unusual, but some cases are more extreme than others) at how important it is to have a common language in any interaction we have with others. Most of our lives, the average American at least walks around hearing English, speaking English, reading English, and assuming they understand what other people are saying. And vice versa - they assume they are understood. And yet, so much of our attempts to communicate end in misfires.
Often, it's because we don't really care enough about the interaction, and we glide along on autopilot, comfortable in the status quo quality of our interactions. We are usually getting enough of what we need out of it that we often don't even question it.
Often, if there's a problem, we make a scene to make it clear that no, that's NOT what we meant, or that isn't what was said to us, etc but unless we feel slighted, or it leads to the loss of something we DO value - a comment made here that loses us a promotion, or a question not answered loses someone's interest, or a tone of voice makes us concerned for a possible loss of status- unless it's serious, it's just anger and fuss and it's over. THEN, it may become a real issue, worth some thought, but by then, it's really too late. The miscommunication has happened, the thought process it started it under way, and a feeling has been had, etc.
Stick with me here.
At it's most basic level, language is how we express a thought.
It's pretty common to believe that most of the time, other people from a similar area have similar thoughts to our own about a general variety of things. We expect that they want the same basic things, because we are all human, and most of the people we deal with were raised similarly, and had similar experiences.
And that they will use the same words as we do to describe them.
That's where the screeching halt comes in.
"Most adult native test-takers range from 20,000–35,000 words."
That's a decent vocabulary.
It should mean that most of us that speak English will have plenty of words in common to have a discussion and be understood with enough clarity to make it through most common joint activities.
That said, most people don't tend to think too deeply about words themselves. Which means when you start to want more than just "enough to get by" conversation, things can get a bit complicated. And in cases where you need to negotiate something VERY specific, in depth, such as the fine details of kink or what our limits are... suddenly, your vocabulary will not only need to grow, but become very precise.
I'm not seeing that as often as I would expect from the letters I receive. In fact, the majority of people that write me seem frustrated by the need for words at all, and irritated by the requirement that we spend some time talking about anything that isn't a deion of a sex act. Which baffles me... if you are wanting someone to tie you up, do ... THINGS ... to you, while you are helpless, etc, wouldn't you REALLY REALLY want to make sure that the things they want to DO are the same things you want DONE? Wouldn't you be DEEPLY interested in making sure they are the kind of person that honors your Safe Word, or who shares your definition of "honest," or who won't just walk off with your wallet and DVD player while you are tied down, or who won't turn out to be straight up batshit nuts?
I've had another rash of "own me" messages. Interspersed of course with the regular "total sub" offers.
The topic at hand isn't the "I'm a TOTAL sub!" who responds to "ok, go read this for me and tell me what you think" with "What? That's not what I want! I'm a SEXUAL submissive!"
Or even the "i want to be ur slave" that can't obey enough to respond to an email on time.
This topic is about the problem that causes that problem in the first place.
I received one this week from a very pretty dick pic with an empty profile that did read enough to call me Domina, but obviously nothing else, so I sent a link to the "First Impressions" thread, and followed with "Consider Your Target Audience." You can guess how it went. Before he got to "Bye, Bitchhhhhh!" he told me he wanted me to "own" him. And he referred to himself as "very kinky like to be watched ! Masterbaiting live turns me on"
(Yes, that's how he spelled it.)
Meh. No great loss.
Later, sissy under consideration asked if I was at all interested by Dick Pic Guy. Aside from the obvious stunted mentality of thinking his naked dick somehow mattered, he was a good tool to explain the problem of common language/vocabulary.
While being turned on by being watched is very common, and whatever floats your boat, etc that he described himself as very kinky based on that was a VERY clear indicator that we weren't even speaking the same language in regards to kink. Much like the majority of the people that write me, he had an interest in something, and had set out to pursue that, and as it wasn't mainstream, they thought it must mean they were REALLY out there crazy kinky. (Hell, ex-husband number two thought anal was the height of twisted and kinky.) Now, obviously, there was no actual interest in submission, or desire to actually be owned, so there was no point in even considering trying to have a conversation.
However, if there actually HAD been interest, if he had just been a newbie and without clue, there would have been this huge gap of vocabulary to fill in before we could have ever tried to talk about anything more than "go for coffee, get spanked." Before we could get to "what turns you on" there would have had to be the initial "what do you know so far, what have you read, what have you tried" just to see what he MEANT by "kinky" or "spanking" or even "turned on." Did "turned on" specifically mean sexually aroused and only that? Does "masterbaiting" (sorry, but OMG LOLOL) just mean "wrap your hand around your dick and rub up and down with or without lube" because it could mean SO FUCKING MUCH MORE to someone else, and in my mind, doesn't always necessarily include anything physical. Ownership? If we haven't even discussed what the word "submissive" means in depth, how can we possibly try to define "Owned" yet? Are we talking an actual legal arrangement with signed contracts and documentation as regards to property, or do you just like the way the word sounds?
Because that matters to me. All of the delicate nuances of meaning hold POWER. Consent is POWER. I absofuckinglutely want to feel like I OWN you, down to your last molecule, if I am going to have that, and we have to figure out exactly how many molecules you have to give for that to happen.
"You just offered an unknown amount of you don't know what to a total stranger."
If you are handing out candy from a bag in your hand, "take it all" is easy. And taking that whole bag may be easy. Hell, I like candy. Maybe I'll want your candy.
However -
If you actually have a whole trunkful of candy, and you say "take it all" without sharing that "all" may be a couple hundred pounds of confection, that is going to make a difference.
Do I like that candy enough to want a whole trunkful? Will it get stale long before I can eat it all? Are you going to throw a tantrum if I share that candy with a park full of kids, or is it truly mine, to do with as I please? Are you going to pout if I toss i
MistressNikkiVixen So I'm at the gym today
I witness this tall white male with an extremely fit body in these light blue tights with a tiny tiny bulge it was giving squirrel nuts. Now that's not the issue! I watch him go and put all the weights he could find on to the leg press thingamajiig, and I mean it was filled to the rim (no pun intended) He lays flat on his back and lift the weights with his legs. Now here is where things got interesting. He just lifted the weight (that was obviously to heavy) one time and strained for at least 10 minutes. I mean not one single rep done. Veins popped out of his forehead and sweating like a hydrated crackhead. I asked my friend should I go ask him if he would like to come to my BDSM party because he must just enjoy pain
SAVGEDOM75 It is only by enlarging the scope of one’s tastes and one’s fantasies, by sacrificing everything to pleasure, that the unfortunate individual called Man, thrown despite himself into this sad world, can succeed in gathering a few roses among life’s thorns” D.A.F. Marquis de Sade
silentdeer I've been in the lifestyle since my early 20's. I am my area MAsT group leader. I use to be very active in the NYC area bdsm scene, have atended many events through the years about north eastern USA. I do not do play, and am not a bedroom submissive. I am a slave all of the time, in my daily life. I am not submissive to everyone, I have owned and run my own business, been a boss to many people in my jobs through the years. The world does not know I am slave, nor do they need to know such, I simply am who I am all the time. I can not turn myself on and off. I live life to the fullest that I am cabable of doing. I serve with my heart and bering, in all I do, yes, even when I am sans a master.
Would it not be dishonorable, dishonest and disloyal for me to be on this site and be owned or collared and not have such stated in my profile as well as have checked that I am actively seeking a dominant male? I believe it would be. If I were owned, collared, in a relation, or even simply focusing on someone at the time, I would state such perfectly clearly in my profile for all to see. I am here seriously seeking someone, this is not a game to me. Read my profile please, then consider contacting me. First impressions mean a whole lot.
LondonTriangle Phew and thank god!
I nearly forked out just under £500 on the wrong specimen:
1. £295 for harness gear - custom made still lush
2. £50 for the application in 2 sizes
3. £95 rope bondage lesson but getting discount as the teacher is an old friend of mine
Will still spend for myself but if I ask a man questions it means I am investing time to understand how to give you what you want. You can't give me a second, ok, harness yourself.
I am good.
Still investing in the supplies just finding a worthy destination.
Some people like to talk forever and not act on their impulse I was thinking lets act on the impulse not just talk about it.
pizzapuppiescows Oh friends. What I'm about to describe may change our relationship, but it 100% happened just now and I'm not sharing this story with anyone else.
My puppy woke me a short time ago to go outside. Glancing at the clock and seeing it was 4:30, I didn't do any of the things I would normally do before taking her outside. Her waking me means we need to go now. Yes ma'am, let's go. We get outside and she decides that dandelions are interesting and this patch of grass tastes divine, and so on, as she does sometimes leading up to her business. She has a flare for the dramatic, like her momma. Meanwhile, I've had to pee since the moment she woke me. All the way down what felt like ten thousand stairs, through every moment of her moseying outside, I. Have. To. Pee. And I'm not going to make it back to the house.
Chances are if you're reading this you are genetically male (is that the correct term?) and so you would just pull up a patch of grass and unzip. Not having that luxury I faced my two options. Either I could wet my pants, or I could squat and tinkle. Friends, I really tried to use all of those downstairs muscles to make it back to the house. Truly I did. But it wasn't going to happen and I did laundry earlier today. So I did the unthinkable. I moved to a spot less lit. I slid my pajama pants down a bit. I squatted. And I peed. I'm sure someone's door camera caught it, or maybe someone out for a walk. Hopefully it was just me and my puppy. And now you. It's our secret, okay?
Infinitearms
Hi, my name is Infinite Arms and I’m a masochist. I mean let’s be honest, you’ve got to be to keep attempting to navigate this shit hoping for a decent outcome.
I’m a physical masochist - being hit / given physical pain makes me happy (read very wet) but I’m also a massive emotional and psychological masochist.
The physical bit is easy enough - plenty of people will hit you with hitty things, less people with hit you with fisty things, even less people will cut you, break the occasional rib, but there are people.
The emotional and psychological masochism is the difficult part I’m finding, but my circumstances are probably a big factor in that. I’m married - we met through kink and we still do kink when life allows. But we both have other facets we indulge outside our relationship. I won’t tell you his, he can do that, but mine is very much focussed on someone being mean to me.
There are lots of levels of mean, physical pain is just one of them (a very fun one), but my masochism also leans a lot towards more emotional and psychological aspects and this is the bit I struggle to get in the extracurricular stuff.
So I prefer to play with people who are poly, or not looking for a full time relationship, because I have one of those and he’s wonderful and irreplaceable. I also don’t really like people who are doing it all behind their partners back, because that’s just hard work and it feels pretty crappy to be the one being cheated on so there’s that.
But - and here’s the unicorse poo part - I do need to have some kind of connection / dynamic / relationship for the emotional psychological stuff to be meaningful.
ification and degradation and just general worthlessness is one of my biggest kinks. And, maybe it’s just for me, but that doesn’t work if I have no level of connection with the person who’s making me that low. I like (well love to hate) to be told I can’t touch, or orgasm, in between play sessions. Admittedly I’m sometimes utterly shit at that but I’m working on it. And that doesn’t work if there’s not some sort of friendship or mutual appreciation going on.
In short, I don’t want to marry you, or have any detrimental impact on any relationship you are in. But I cannot promise I won’t be fond of you, because, for me at least, that tends to be a byproduct of having someone be mean to me in the aforementioned ways.
No real reason for this post other than a handy th
Fetpetboy
Found this on a profile...well said: 1. The male must always practice respect, whether in private or public. Stand when she enters the room. Sit (or kneel) as soon as She is seated.
2. Be totally attentive: open doors, offer her your coat, she sits first, begins to eat first, and always ask permission to leave her presence.
3. The male should never speak unless spoken to, or unless anticipating the needs of his Mistress.
4. The submissive will never sit with legs spread or slouch in a way typical of untrained males. Good posture and decorum is a sign of respect.
5. The male will never stare at a woman without her permission. Unless the woman seeks eye-contact, they submissive will keep his eyes lowered at all times.
6. When walking with his Mistress, or any woman, the submissive will keep his gait in step with hers, which usually means taking smaller steps. The male should always be at least 1-2 steps behind, but not too far because he must open all doors.
7. The submissive must always be pleasant, never argue and never pout.
8. The male surrenders control of how he spends his time, how he dresses, what he eats, where he sleeps, the friends or acquaintances he is allowed to keep.
9. The submissive must remember that his orgasm does not belong to him but to his Mistress. It is Hers to use or deny... however she sees fit.
10. The submissive may never touch his own genitals without the permission of his Mistress. When washing, he must use a wash cloth or brush, never his hands.
11. The submissive should never buy his own clothing without the guidance of his Mistress. He should buy what pleases her, not what he likes.
12. When urinating, the submissive will always sit on the toilet... no exceptions.
13. The submissive must submit to eating only “submissive food” selected by his Mistress whenever she requires it.
14. When a meal is over the submissive must be quick to clear the table and wash the dishes.
15. The submissive must always give his Mistress the first choice of everything — She picks the channel on TV to watch, the restaurant to go to, the movie to see, the friends to entertain, etc.
16. The submissive will perform all household chores for his dominate, to include(but not limited to): sweep and vacuum all floors and carpets mop all floors dust and polish all furniture make the beds every day wash and fold all clothing linen scrub bathrooms clean kitchen Cook meals wash dishes set the table shop for groceries take out trash and sort recycled items run all errands
SlutSnuggleButt Hi there, I'm a 26-year-old submissive bi-sexual girly woman who is into BDSM. I'm currently looking for a long-term live-in relationship with someone who shares my interests and desires.
As a naturally submissive woman, I am eager to explore and learn about the dynamics of a submissive-dominate relationship. I am interested in experiencing the various ects of BDSM and exploring my own limits in a safe and respectful manner.
Ideally, I'm looking for a partner who is also bi-sexual and open to a polyamorous relationship. I believe in open and honest communication, and I value trust and respect above all else in a relationship.
When it comes to my dressing style, I love to wear feminine and flirty outfits that accentuate my curves. I'm a big fan of dresses, skirts, and high heels. I enjoy experimenting with different colors, patterns, and textures to create a unique and eye-catching look.
In terms of shoes, I have a particular fondness for high heels. I love the way they make me feel, and I find them to be both elegant and sexy. I have quite a collection of heels in different styles and colors, ranging from classic pumps to strappy sandals to chunky platform heels.
Of course, I also have a variety of other shoes for different occasions, such as flats, boots, and sneakers. But when it comes to dressing up, you can usually find me in a pair of sky-high heels that make me feel confident and glamorous.
As a submissive girl, I have had a range of experiences exploring my submissive side in BDSM relationships. I find that submitting to a dominant partner allows me to let go of control and experience a deep sense of trust and surrender.
In my previous relationships, I have explored a variety of BDSM practices, such as bondage, impact play, and power exchange dynamics. I enjoy experimenting with new techniques and pushing my limits in a safe and consensual way.
I have found that communication and trust are essential components of a healthy and fulfilling BDSM relationship. Open and honest communication allows me to express my desires and limits, while trust enables me to fully surrender to my dominant partner.
Overall, my experience as a submissive girl has been both challenging and rewarding. It has allowed me to explore new ects of my sexuality and develop a deeper understanding of my own desires and boundaries.
If you're interested in getting to know me and exploring our shared interests together, please feel free to connect with me. I'm excited to see where this journey takes us!
IAmSirM Be Available!
Here is why I stress that potential online submissive men be single--meaning you should not be married or partnered or attached in any way: I am not interested in competing for attention with this partner or spouse, nor am I interested in being their stand-in for a sexless relationship or otherwise help you sneak around behind their back. I do not intend to be held responsible should you be caught. And anyway, how can you truly be made mine if you belong to someone else? Here is also why I make clear that you should be living alone--meaning you are the only one who resides in the house with no roommates or tenants (or partner or spouse): If you feel the need to hide because you believe they would not understand, how can you freely behave in service to me? It would also mean never-ending waiting on my end until you were alone. Sure, you may have a job or may have an errand come up but at least when at home, you are able to freely behave according to your true nature (and my instructions). Finally, here is why you being constantly busy or engaged will not work in my favor: Like the above two examples, it would hinder your availability and performance. I understand if you had a job that lasted from nine to five, but if the work (or any other activities) keeps you away for entire days, that does not make for satisfying service or effective communication (my tutelage and control). And I have done enough waiting. At the end of the day, this is taking place between Me and you; the nature of the dynamic requires you to be at my beck and call as well as your undivided attention. How can you make yourself useful to me if you are always hurting for time? How can constant supervision be possible if you are hardly even there? How would this respect my own time and energy? I may have patience but only up to a certain point, especially if you’re screwing around and wasting time.
KinkyBlackMan The artist Nas once said that life is a bitch and then you die. I agree wholeheartedly. That is why I try to live life to the fullest everyday. Several things occured over the past two years that have significantly changed my life. Im not writing this post to complain about those things but to reflect on how those things have influenced my choice to fulfill a long time fantasy that up until this point in my life seemed unrealistic.
Tomorrow, I have a realtor coming to my home to list it for sale. I will be selling my home and moving in with my submissive so that we can build our 1950s household. She lives in Philadelphia so this will not only be an opportunity to live out my fantasy but it will also be a fresh start in a new city. The circumstances that created this possibility were not desireable but I am happy that they pushed me towards fulfilling one of my long time fantasies.
Life is a bitch and then you die.....so you may as well make the best of it while you can.
alenaslight Tree of life and tree of knowledge were not actually trees. The tree of life was God and the tree of knowledge was the devil. The devil was actively talking to Eve in the garden about how he felt towards God. Eve was believing him and started talking to Adam about it who wasn't sure but eventually sided with his wife Eve. They wanted the devil to rule over them instead of God. It was the devil who told them they were naked. It was the devil who said they weren't getting what they truly needed from God. When God came to the garden they hid from him thinking he was the bad guy that the devil made them to believe. They were clothed with leaves. God questioned this and asked who told them they were naked and they told them the devil did. God then asked them what else the devil said. God then gave them a choice to worship him or follow under the devil's care. They chose the devil. God kicked them out of the garden and explained to them they would die one day because they were leaving the tree of life behind and they would no longer have access to it. They would have to learn from their choices.
Mistresscherrypie Let’s stir it up: if pegging the untimate submissive or just kinky play
Do you think it’s:• A way to explore masculinity in a new light?• A form of psychological and physical domination?• Just hot ass play and we’re all overthinking it?• Still too taboo for most men to admit they want?
For those who get pegged…What really goes through your mind when she straps in and tells you to present yourself?
For the the curious guys…What’s stopping you from trying it (or asking for it)?
Let’s hear it — the messy truths, the bold takes, the confessions, the horror stories.Is pegging overrated? Underrated? Or secretly the gateway drug to the best sex you’ve never had
angeldmort "I realize that like many Dommes, you are compelled to find fault with anyone requesting your attention. ... I know I am of value, considerable value in many ways, and I will continue my search."
Guys, this is call GASLIGHTING.
It is also called "pathologizing."
I called him out on something simple and obvious - namely, the same old 'I read your profile' then asking a question that is clearly answered in said profile, showing no, he didn't actually read it, but lied about reading it to curry favor- and instead of admitting it, he tried to turn it around and turn it into some character flaw that I brought it up.
Something must be WRONG with *me* if I saw a problem, rather than there being an actual problem with something he did. Furthermore, apparently MANY Dommes have this inherent character problem, which of course lets him off the hook when he does this to them, as well. This tells me that he does it a lot, and always twists things around to get out of having to own his behavior and take responsibility for fixing it. Which is why I blocked him - because he's already told me in two short emails that he's lazy, will lie about being lazy, and then pull toxic manipulative crap to try to cover it up.
Furthermore, he tried to pull a straw man fallacy argument - *I* never mentioned value. I mentioned HONESTY. He brought up his value, as if I had cast doubt on that, rather than simply pointing out that he was asking something that was answered in the profile he claimed to have read. He tried to make the discussion about something else, so he could argue against THAT, instead of the actual discussion where he was already proven wrong. Another manipulative tactic.
This is not submission.
This is the screaming red flag of a weak, insecure man who got caught being lazy and dishonest. This is the signature mark of a fake sub. A strong man would have considered what I said, recognized the mistake, admitted the mistake, and apologized for the mistake. Real submission would have been to ask how he could make it up to me, and discuss how to improve himself so he didn't do anything like that in the future, even if I chose not to move forward with discussions. Because a truly submissive man who honestly wanted to find a truly Dominant Woman, rather than a woman who was too stupid to see his bullshit and too weak to call him to task if she noticed, THAT man would want to make himself worthy of, and less likely to screw up talking to us.
If you can't admit when you are wrong, you can't be corrected, so you can't submit. It's as simple as that.
Sydisa Here is my boundary regarding pictures.
I don't share photos on kink sites, period. My job puts me smack in the middle of the public, and they don't need to know the amount of information made possible on these sites. My alternative is to meet sooner rather than later, which is also why I say come to a munch I attend and let's see if there is something there. I also ask the person who lives close enough to the Bay Area to participate in a munch and meet for coffee. I bet you are better in person, too.
This boundary creates unhappy men who want their way; they want a picture, yet some don't have facial pictures either. I suppose a dick picture is representative of the little brain in action. Some don't like to be told no or are looking for something specific in a woman. This is not my problem; it's theirs!!! I let them hold their problem tight to their needy bosom. I find it entertaining when they lash out and start saying I'm fake this or that. Such fragile egos make them look like an asshats and make me realize I was right not to send or post pictures.
I am real. It hurts when I stub a toe or get a papercut. I have expectations, and if you do not like them, we will not work out. If you can see the possibilities by showing up away from the keyboard and coming out in public with other like-minded people, I would enjoy meeting you and starting a friendship. Meeting in person is so much better.
slavetoyrock When I was young. Many older ladies from my neighborhood,
older cousins, sisters friends who were 8+ years older were always
playing sexual type games with me. Never rape just playful type
things. Many of the older ladies had 70-80 porn. When I read
the stories I was most attracted to the ones about dominant
controlling women. As I got driving age I had a fake id and would go buy that type of porn on my own. I ahve had about 5 past
girlfriends in which we played femdom sexual games.
3 of them with much greater intensity. One of them
I did just about everything with. So I have experienced
everything I have wanted to. I found myself to be a great
oral lover and passionate pamperer. When one of the three
would reach a point when they themselves could not control
their inhibition, maybe because they were having rolling organisms
or near passion heights and would really let go, no concern for
me or my trauma but only focused on their own pleasure, I
would become a superman sexually for them.
I guess the more they were having super pleasures the more
I got into making that happen. With one of them, I was
actually scared of what might happen and we could read each others
thoughts without talking. That was truly amazing.
Thats a summary basically
Neolloydia Hey, guys.
Just so you know, this ain't my first rodeo.
I was experimenting with S&M activities long before I was legal, or had actual sex.
And so I call BULLSHIT on your "D/s is mainly mental" blah, blah, blah.
A solid D/s relationship is a 3 legged stool of mind, body, and spirit.
Each leg is equally important, and MUST be equally developed in order for there to be balance and harmony in the power exchange relationship.
This is not optional, and you don't get to change the D/s laws of the universe just because you live 3000 miles away, or are trapped in a boring marriage.
Mind.
BODY.
Spirit.
For a masochist, one of these things MUST take place in person.
So regular face to face meets are NOT optional.
Smacking myself online while you watch does NOT count.
And if you live more than 100 miles away, I'm not driving, or flying, to your place every week.
It is what it is.
RAWRSUB Why do I exist:
Why do I exist in this vast expanse? A fleeting speck in the cosmic dance, Am I a mere accident of chance, Or part of a grand, divine romance?
Do I wander aimlessly without a cause, Lost in the labyrinth of life's applause? Am I a whisper in nature's laws, Or a beacon in destiny's claws?
Do I exist to love and to dream, To unravel the mysteries that gleam? Am I a ripple in life's stream, Or a figment of an endless scheme?
Why do I exist, I often ponder, In this universe, do I wander? Am I a question without an answer, Or a journey to realms much grander?
In the silence of night, I search for clues, In the stars, in the wind, in the morning dew. Why do I exist? Is there a muse To guide me through this cosmic ruse?
Questions linger, unanswered still, In the depths of my being, an unquenchable thrill. Why do I exist? Time's hands fulfill The mystery of life, a quest until
pizzapuppiescows Psst... It's secret time. Pinky swear you won't go and tell? I'm trusting you since we're journal friends.
I follow two journals:
1. A delightful crotchety and humorous dominant man who shares brief opinions from time to time. He's clever and funny and doesn't really care what you think. I dig it.
2. An eloquent dominant female who shares song lyrics, poetry, and conversations over tea. She elevates this place. I would love to go into a used book shop with her.
Okay, here's the secret part where it gets a little weird. I do not follow but I look for two other journals. The first is a dominant male who I am pretty sure is certifiably mad. I won't officially follow him to ensure I stay off of his radar as a precaution- sacrificial lamb is not my kink. But you better believe I scroll the journals to catch any new entries.*
The other is a dominant male who often posts. I think he is some sort of AI. Hear me out. All of the sentiments match to the point of being repetitive. With poor grammar. It's like riding a hamster wheel. Someone requested it, AI produced it, it was slapped in a journal, and there's a psychologist teaming with a scientist in the background monitoring to see who falls for it. I can't picture someone producing the same phrases over and over. Even the mad hatter doesn't do that. Has to be a bot.
No, I won't tell you who they are, don't ask. If you know, you know. And if you're the psychologist and scientist letting me know that I figured it out, do put a rush on that.
*My crotchety friend is also fascinated with the mad hatter's entries. I knew he was good people.
skinprof I've been back and forth, since before Thanksgiving , with the contract I have on a cabin In WV.
Unfortunately the agent was a flake.
Over the years , I've bought and sold homes. This agent was a hot mess.
Finally had to get the broker involved, and replace the her.
The present one is on the ball.
D and I drove to the cabin and he checked it top to bottom.
There were concerns from the home inspection, and he calmed my mind. He said the place had great bones, the windows were all in good shape, the hot water heater was two years old , gas furnace will out live me, metal roof is fairly new...
There is a cottage on the property, off the back set back from the cabin. Its about eight hundred sq. feet , plus a screened in front porch! Perfect for my father, and he can't fall off.
It has a kitchen, dining room, living room, bedroom and full bath.
It too has a new metal roof.
Added an addendum for a few things, we'll see if they accept or counter.
Saying a little prayer and crossing my fingers.
M.
differentsub Wow. 20 years since I made this profile. I think I was one of the first. I haven't logged on for, I have no idea how many years, but my age said 56, so I'm guessing 10. I've been in two long term relationships for most of the past 10 years, so that makes sense, and I forgot all about this profile. A lot has changed. I don't even think the things in my kink list stll exist as choices anymore. I left them to remind me of who I used to be, and how old this profile is.
I'm single. I'm no longer the cis, het sub with few limits. I'm now the I don't know what the fuck I am. Eunuch? Nongender? At least sexually. If it walks like a duck, talks like a duck, acts like a duck, looks like a duck, but it isn't a duck, then what the hell is it? But whatever it is, it sure aint cis. And I've sucked cocks and eaten cum and I didn't hate it, and I want to do it again. So I sure aint het. And once I know my domme, I don't do safe words or any limits but hers. Which means I am very careful about who I submit to. Intelligenge, integrity, respect, honor.... Words that don't seem to matter very much to most in the bdsm community anymore. Well they matter to me.
And I don't do mantras. Any of them. And when I say that, I don't say it as a joke. No SSC, Rack, PRICK, SHMUCK, pretend S&M roleplay. My first 5 attempts at a new profile were banned for violating the terms of service, because there are things you can't say about real S&M in your profile here. So use your imagination.
I'm looking for an owner. And I'm grounded here in Phoenix. Can't move even if I wanted to. So she or they need to be local, be relocatable or be wlling to have a long distance thing.
Read between the lines. I'm old school, I'm real and I'm serious. I don't have the time or patience for games. No I'm not going to send you anything because you are going to be evicted from your apartment if you don't get 50 today. I can't believe these idiots are still using the same scams they were using 25 years ago. I updated to a current but faceless pic. Because if you want to talk, we are going to have a nice Skype or equivelent chat immediately, so we can both see and hear each other clearly. Then we can talk.
mastergcs Here is something I wrote a long time ago for a web site called RLSlavery ( That no longer exists)
Why is It So Hard to Find True M/s Poly Members?
In the world of BDSM and kink, finding like-minded individuals can be a challenge. Many people are looking for a specific type of relationship, such as a Master/slave (M/s) dynamic with a polyamorous twist. But why is it so hard to find true M/s poly members?
In this article, we'll explore some of the reasons why finding genuine M/s poly partners can be difficult, as well as offer some tips for those who are searching.
The Stigma of BDSM
First and foremost, the stigma surrounding BDSM and kink can make it difficult for people to openly express their desires and find partners who share those desires. BDSM has long been associated with deviant behavior and taboo practices, and many people still view it as something shameful or perverse.
This stigma can make it challenging for people who are interested in BDSM to find partners who are open to exploring this lifestyle with them. Even within the kink community, people may be hesitant to openly discuss their desires, which can make it difficult to find like-minded individuals.
Limited Pool of Potential Partners
Even within the BDSM and kink community, the pool of potential partners who are interested in a specific type of relationship, such as M/s poly, can be quite limited. While there are certainly many individuals who are interested in kink and BDSM, not everyone is interested in exploring the same dynamics or relationship structures.
As a result, finding someone who is interested in the same type of relationship as you can be a challenge. This is particularly true for those who are interested in less common or niche dynamics, such as M/s poly.
Lack of Clear Communication
Another reason why finding true M/s poly members can be difficult is the lack of clear communication between potential partners. When exploring a BDSM or kink relationship, it's important to have open and honest communication about desires, boundaries, and expectations.
Unfortunately, many people are not skilled at communicating their needs and desires effectively. This can lead to misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and relationship breakdowns. Without clear communication, it can be difficult to establish the kind of trust and intimacy necessary for a successful M/s poly dynamic.
Fear of Rejection
For many people, the fear of rejection is a significant barrier to finding a suitable partner. This is particularly true for those who are interested in niche or less common relationship dynamics, as they may worry that they will be unable to find someone who shares their interests.
This fear of rejection can lead some people to avoid seeking out potential partners altogether, which can make it even harder to find a compatible match. It's important to remember that rejection is a natural part of the dating process, and that it's okay to put yourself out there and take a chance.
Tips for Finding True M/s Poly Members
While finding genuine M/s poly partners can be a challenge, there are some things you can do to increase your chances of success. Here are a few tips to keep in mind:
Be Open and Honest: When seeking out potential partners, it's important to be open and honest about your desires and expectations. This can help weed out individuals who are not interested in the same type of dynamic, and increase your chances of finding a compatible match.
Attend Kink Events: Attending local kink events and meetups can be a great way to connect with like-minded individuals in your area. These events offer a safe and supportive space to explore your desires, and can be a great way to meet potential partners.
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LondonTriangle I don't think I am being a snob but I really don't want to date the following:
PE Teachers
Married men
Amazon drivers
Delivery drivers
Uncertified psychologists but claim to be life coaches (sad bunch)
Boring IT guys (you guys are lazy as fuck)
Men in prison usin the computers to go on CS and telling me about the wrongful rape convictions and think they can support my sexual needs online (Jesus can't even save you).
I am nothing special but come on someone with a flavour for life and traveling the world or going for a long walk in Thetford Forest (with camping gear and compass).
Someone who likes DX biking or countryside biking or hanging out in Norfolk going for a walk and drinking hot chocolate and coffee.
Come on! I am not going to allow any deviant to spank me
luv2feelkept1959 You are too uptight and Never said you had to have multiple partners but you are way to dominant. You can deny this all you want but it is very clear and apparent. You might think you can submit in a committed relationship but you can’t. You won’t. It’s him conceding to your will and happiness. And that’s not submission. Its role play. And your excuses and justifications do not make this any less true. I’m sorry you don’t want to hear this and ignore its validity but it is true. You simply don’t care and then wonder why it’s so hard for you to find someone.
Someone wrote this to me, all because in response to a statement he wrote, I responded I dont just play with anyone, I am not a slut.
ConfidentGent Who I Am
I believe Mastery begins with self-mastery. I know what I want. I know what it costs. I have the discipline to follow through. Structure isn't a constraint for me, it's the foundation of Mastery. Yield control of your body, behaviors, and attitudes to me, and I will apply equal discipline in sculpting you into my vision of feminine perfection: a strong, confident, beautiful domestic goddess who knows her place is to love, serve, and please her man, and knows exactly how to do all three while being held to the highest standards. Such a treasure is rare, and to be valued accordingly.
What & Who I'm Looking For
Conversation by message primarily. Perhaps supporting someone in exploring their submission and its link to femininity and inner nature more deeply, whether that be just talking about it, coaching, or some degree of connection. Your understanding of where you are is not important, your interest in discussing it is. I am open to and interested in messaging with a range of women at different places in their understanding of themselves. I also love hearing about woman's fantasies (even if they'd never consider living them out), as I write a good deal of erotica and am always looking for good plot material. If you've got some to share, who knows, maybe they'll make it into my next novella.
Some women may just want to chat with someone who genuinely knows this life and will talk about it honestly, without agenda, without pressure, and with equal interest in its non-sexual dimensions as in anything else. That has real value and I mean it when I say I'm glad to have it.
Some are further along. They know what they are but haven't found the right container for it. They want something structured, something that builds over time, a real dynamic even if it lives at a distance. That interests me as well.
And then there is the woman who knows, somewhere beneath the surface, exactly what she is but hasn't found someone who could be trusted with all of it. The need is there, but not the means. A woman who wants not just to be led but to be genuinely shaped. Who understands that submission at its deepest includes being remade over time by someone with a clear and considered vision of what she is and what she could become. That isn't something I take lightly. It is the most intimate thing I know how to do. I'm open to exploring that with the right person, but it is not something I will enter into lightly.
If the right person and the right circumstances were to intersect to where something in-person were to eventually become possible, I'm open to that too. That isn't a promise or a goal I'm pushing toward. It simply exists as a possible future out on the horizon, honestly named for what it is.
Wherever you fall in that range, if this life calls to you in a way you haven't quite been able to satisfy or understand, reach out. You don't need to have it figured out first.
If you find me interesting but are interested in something else - long distance dynamic, roleplay, casual conversation, whatever - reach out. Who knows, maybe you've thought of something I hadn't even considered.
One thing worth knowing: my natural orientation is toward depth rather than breadth. While something is still finding its shape, genuine conversation can begin with more than one person and I welcome it. But I'm not built for maintaining multiple meaningful connections simultaneously. When real depth begins to develop with someone, my attention moves there and stays there. If that means a conversation with someone else has run its natural course, I'll say so directly rather than simply go quiet. That's what honesty looks like in practice. That kind of focused, undivided attention is simply what I prefer to give.
bdsmsubmissive93 wheres the pain
Where the pain i need to strive in this world i need pain to feel alive the marks arent there wheres the pain the pain that takes me to cloud 9 here we are no pain no marks am i still breathing am i where i need to be begging for pain this is all confusing why do i strive on pain how did i end up this way Master i feel like breaking down i need the pain i need the guidance you give me your hand around my throat the pain you inflict upon your property where is the pain cause this causing withdrawals i need the pain i need you i am nothing without you where oh where is the pain i want to feel the heat from each stroke of your toys Master what is wrong with me
MistressHowl Smh at the multitude of bois within 50 miles that approach, engage, insist they want to meet .. until we set a date and time, then backpedal and postpone or cancel with every excuse in the book .. Sooooo...I'm pretty much at the pt I don't wont cant believe anything anyone idk irl says cyber.
If you are one of the very rare pearls here that does want real-time Ds interactions come meet Me at the munch on Thursday 9 29 at Spins in Peekskill 6:30ish. It's an arcade with a bar in the back. I'm the One with long multicolored hair. .. restaurant upstairs is Fin and Brew if that's easier to goo gle
Que sera .. or as history here proves, most likely not
We.Shall.See
KinkySubBottom4U Okay, this needs to be said, so please read.I don't care if you are male, female, trans or how you identify. That is your choice and i will respect it. I don't care if you are Hetero, Pan, Gay or Lesbian. It is ALL good! I don't care what your age is, please be legal! Or how fat or thin you are. Whether you are ripped and shapely or fat, flabby or chubby. You can be hairy, hairless, bald, gray, wrinkled or smooth. I don't care what color you are or your national or ethnic origin. I don't care whether you are cut or uncut. I don't care how long or thick your cock is! I don't care if you are a heavy cummer or if you cum at all! Hell, I don't even care if you can get it up with or without meds, or at all! I don't care how big your boobs or how phat your ass is....
WHAT I DO CARE ABOUT... is YOUR attitude! You must be Dominant! You must take charge. Be demanding. Be sadistic (but sane!) Be kinky. Be perverted. Be creative.Don't ask me what i want to do. Tell me what i am going to have to do!Don't make me wheedle out your desires and interests. TELL ME what they are! And as a side note; the Loves, Likes etc lists on here don't really tell much of a story, so be prepared to explain.You are not going to shock me or scare me off with your dark and kinky desires. In fact, if you won't, or can't, tell me; then i am not likely to meet you under any circumstances!I won't go into a session without some idea as to what to expect!I am happy to chat or exchange emails. Discuss your desires. Explain, if i can, the options. If all you want is hot and nasty chat, i am good for that as well.
misscaddycompson For a site supposedly so mindful of bigotry and/or transphobia (to the point that profiles languish in Purgatory to be "approved" for things as simple as updating your age), it really annoys me that in the "Seeking" section of your profile, "Switch Transgender" is not an option. And it's never been an option. Apparently it's impossible to be a switch if you're trans. Or, perhaps it's impossible to be trans if you're a switch. How frustrating. Paying lip service to these rather important concepts without even doing something as simple as acknowledging people who are switches, but who may not be cis, feels obnoxious, possibly like it's not much more than mere virtue signaling. Good luck if someone is NB. No, we certainly don't need more sites overrun with transphobia, but as such, yes, we do need to actually fully embrace all the options that are available to cis people being available to trans people on a site with so few options, anyway. And maybe even work on updating that for NB people, too. I'd love for the energy that's put into profile approval (especially when you're just updating things in provided dropdown menus, anyway) to be put into those basic updates in 2022 instead. I know CS, as a whole, updates slowly (if at all), but that would still be lovely for a site that claims to be mindful of bigotry. Sometimes bigotry isn't just what you say, sometimes it's also what you don't say.
BB442keFw6 This happened to me some years ago now but still remains in my memory as one of the my most embarrassing but exciting experiences.
I was staying with my BF at his house for a couple of weeks. He only lived a short drive from the sea and we occasionally went for a walk on the beach.
One day he announced that he thought that because of my behavior I was in need of a spanking which is something, I might add, that he did to me almost on a daily basis, and he decided we were going for a beach walk and he was going to give me a public spanking.
Well, he had never done that before, I always got spanked in private usually in the bedroom or the lounge room and I was a bit dubious and rather nervous about it and what the public reaction might be and I said so.
He just said well that’s tough girl that’s what’s going to happen to you and I knew there was no arguing with him, his word was law in his house (and out of it).
I pouted at him a little and tried to argue further but of course it made no difference, in fact it probably made it worse for me.
I was dressed in a summery, flowery mini dress, it was summertime, that flared from under my bust and only just covered my bum. Underneath I only had on my bra and panties, with my beach walking sandals on my feet. He was wearing cargo shorts and a tee shirt and to my alarm was carrying a cane in his hand as we went out the door. I said you’re not taking that with you are you! He just told me to shut up and get in the car. I did so, still pouting, which was about the only sort of defiance I could hope to get away with without risking getting a slap.
I put on my seat belt and sat in nervous silence staring at my bare legs as he drove us to the beach. My mind was in a bit of a turmoil as I thought about what he said he was going to do to me but I did begin to find it curiously exciting and arousing even thinking about which panties I was wearing if they were going to be seen.
Ok, out you get he said to me as we parked in the beachside carpark. He emerged from the car carrying the cane quite openly. I was quietly amused and aroused at his confidence and audacity as he walked down the sandy track to the beach proper, cane in one hand and towing me along behind him with the other.
The sky was a clear bright blue with a few fluffy little clouds scudding across it. I now felt very nervously alive and excited at the thought of what was to come. The surf was crashing noisily onto the beach and the cool breeze blew through my hair and lifted up my dress forcing me to do a Marylyn Munroe seven year itch sort of pose to keep it down. To my relief the beach was not all that crowded, just a few people scattered around but there was a roadwork gang working on the road that ran alongside the beach and I could feel those guys already taking an interest in me with my attempts to keep my dress in place.
We walked up the beach past the road work crew and the beach sunbathers to a rocky area at one end which was some distance from anybody else but definitely not completely out of sight. He sat on a conveniently placed large rock and I petitely sat down in the sand next to him and shading my eyes with my hand looked out to sea where a fishing boat was underway bobbing up and down in the swell.
We sat like that in silence for a little while then he turned to me and in a rather soft sexy voice started to admonish me for what he called my lack of respect and disobedience over the last couple of days and how I needed to be taught a lesson, spare the rod and spoil the girl sort of stuff. I squirmed around a little as I listened to him knowing that he was right I had not been obeying him as instantly as I should have been doing, even occasionally arguing with him and that I did deserve what I was about to get. I looked across the beach towards the fairly distant beachgoers we had passed and then to the work gang on the road, also fairly distant from us now, but nobody seemed to be taking any notice of us.
He took hold of my shoulder length blonde hair at the back of my neck then slowly but deliberately forced my head back until I was staring at that vivid blue sky. Automatically I twisted my head to try to get away from him but this just made him firm up his grip on my hair until it hurt and I stopped resisting him.
Still using my hair to control me he pulled me across his knees and held me there. My flared dress was so short that it was already up round my waist. I felt his hand caress my bum through my satin panties and his fingers went down between my legs. I was already a teeny bit aroused by all this and by his power and confidence in what he was doing and it was now all I could do to prevent myself from squealing out loud. I just sighed instead.
Then he started to spank me. He had large powerful hands and it always hurt. Each smack across my bum sent pain shooting through me making me g. I kept my hands in front of me, palms on the sand sort of balancing myself over his knees, I knew better than to try and protect my bottom with my hands.
Then he hooked his thumb into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down until they were stretched tight across my mid thighs and continued spanking my now naked bum. He had pulled me across his knees facing away from the distant beachgoers and work gang but still in sight of them and I remember hoping that someone didn’t think that I was being assaulted and call the police, the last thing I wanted to face as we got back to the car would be a couple of grinning cops waiting for us and having to explain
subNhou Appears i am a permanent chastity sub/slave. Locked 842 days as of 01/20/22.
As the sub, it’s a turn-off to see a sub-cumin during play.
While important both enjoy the scene, it’s all about the pleasure of the Dom.
An exception to “enjoy” is a discipline
The scene is about Dom’s pleasure and the sub should focus on them.
m1ssmay Miss May's Confessional is now open...
"Do not forgive me Miss May, for I've been a bad boy and I plan to do it again..."
This is a call to all my pervy pals to come forward and entertain me with whatever naughty diversions you've been having, real or imagined. Brag about your recent sexual escapades or confess your impure thoughts (especially regarding me <3 ). If you're lucky I might be into it too and want to join in on your fun... Seriously, I'm as depraved as you are and your fantasies delight me! And don't worry, my sweets, your kinky confessions are confidential.
On a related note, some of you are mistaken about what the free version of femdom offers. You're here for my entertainment, not the other way around, and you'll get from me what you put in. Be interesting, be open, be willing to figure out how to stroke my ego, and then I'll play with you. I'm not going to coax it out of you either, and expect to have your persistence tested. Don't be too proud to double message me if you think your last message got overlooked. I do make an effort to respond but life does happen.
And finally, thank you to you lovely gentlemen who admire me, check in on me, and wish me well. Your compliments and attention are much appreciated <3
-MM
GlovedHands Single Male seeking a Single Woman for TRUE 1 hour massage swaps... deep tissue, shiatsu, efflourage, sweedish, it band, hip flexor
Hello 🤗
I think it's safe to say I know my way around a massage table. Been doing it for close to 24 years now give or take. The hard part is finding a single female who either knows what she's doing, or I can train to massage me properly. Pun intended. 😁😈
The best situation would be if you have somewhere in the neighborhood of 3 hours available. I would do you for an hour. We take a break, maybe grab a snack, have a picnic (cook up some lunch or dinner, I'm an excellent chef from what I hear), then you do me for an hour. And we both go home till the next time.
Pick a morning, lunchtime, or afternoon. I have these really nice mats to bring to the park, or eventually if you feel comfortable going to each other's places, that's great too. Keep your clothes on, for now. Get your mind out of the gutter. 🤣
I'm the power lifter type, and really need some muscle release... IT band, hip flexor, tight calves & chest, neck & shoulders, limited range of motion stuff. Don't worry, I have tools and toys for this. My industrial power massager puts the Costco version to shame. LOL 🤣🤣
You: I can do whatever you like done to you. Whether you like it soft or hard, or you want to get into opening up range of motion limitations, let me know. Or maybe you just want something super soft like a head and hair massage, that's cool too. 😎 If it eventually progresses into your place, or my place, hot oil is definitely something to look forward to.
Send me a PM.
quirkylittle4daddy Invocation of the Sacred Masculine
He is not only safe—He is stable, consistent, and emotionally intelligent.His presence is a shelter, not a storm.His steadiness calms the chaos in me.
He holds me—In my spiritual depth,In my little space,In my adult power—without flinching, without fear.He meets every part of me and never turns away.
He doesn’t just allow my surrender—He protaspects it like something sacred.He honors my trust as a gift, not a given.And in his arms, I remember:I am not too much. I am finally home.
Elorin This is a somewhat tongue-in-cheek, somewhat serious exploration of how to get to know someone via collarspace.com. Or, I guess to put it honestly, how to get to know me.
Step 1. Read the fucking profile.
My profile is not short, but it?s not War and Peace. It has important content in it that will help you know whether we are compatible or not and save your time AND mine. When you see a photo of someone you are attracted to, a compliment is a lovely thing. But if you honestly want to start a relationship or dynamic of some sort with them, read their profile before writing. It?s a form of respect, both self-respect (keep yourself from writing to people who are wildly incompatible with you) and respect for the other.
Step 2. Don?t call me Mistress.
I don?t like unearned titles, and if you MUST address me by a title, Ms. is enough. Don?t call me Miss, don?t call me Goddess, don?t use one of a hundred other unearned titles. If the time comes when addressing me by a title is appropriate to our relationship, you will know and we will discuss the appropriate title at that time. Until then, you may call me Elorin or Ms. Elorin.
Step 3. Three sentence minimum.
This is my 95% rule for responding to a letter on collarspace. A rare exception comes in where I respond to an initial email with fewer than three sentences, but for the most part, that?s the rule. If you feel like writing three sentences is too much to ask from someone with no relationship with you so far, that?s fine. You can choose not to write or you can write less and I?ll just delete your message when I read it. And if you send a long, run-on sentence with no punctuation and capitalization, I?ll treat it as one sentence and delete, even if it should have been three sentences. This is a personal value of mine, and it?s important to me that my partners are literate and able to write and express themselves. I realize that some people don?t do well with writing, or expressing themselves online, and I have made an exception in the past to meet people in person and give them a chance to express themselves in person, but that is rare and again, 95% of the time, if you can?t write and sustain emails with me for a short amount of time, you won?t be compatible with me in person.
Step 4. Don?t immediately ask to go to another media.
TheIronMistress My primary focus is on improving myself, my life, and my finances as I need my own business(es) going to get the fuck off SSI.
I like to go out and do things. Not just sex. Like really, to all the men who think offering their random tongue to be used is attractive, it absolutely is not. Buy some dental dams if you are tongue slut. My first thought is how many std's do you have!?!?! You can get them from oral sex and people who are full on adults who think about sex primarily, turn me off.
I understand it from teens to 30's... when you get to 40's or older, you had better have a lot more to talk about, think about and exist for you to to talk to me. I got so bored with my last toy because he was ONLY a walking fucktoy, with paranoid delusions.
The mind is a massive playground and you miss out just thinking about actual physical sex.
Lola the Iron Mistress
jenjen4712 pet store (3/3)
you smile again and wipe your wet fingers on my face. "first, take off your shirt and clean that mess you made."
i hesitate for a moment but pull my shirt over my head and start to lean down.
"on your knees, and i want that ass up. in fact," you pause dramatically, but i know that tone of voice and shiver. "put the shirt in your mouth, hands behind your back, and clean."
i don't hesitate this time, and i put the shirt in my mouth. i'm still holding my new collar in one hand, and reach my arms behind my back so i can grip it with both hands when i spread my legs and lean forward. half my focus is on cleaning my juices off the floor, and the rest is on making sure i'm displaying myself well enough for you. my clit is throbbing from the exposure, and all i can think about is how badly i need to please you.
when i finish cleaning to your satisfaction, you order me to stand, but you keep the shirt in my mouth and my hands behind my back. "now," you tell me, "you can either put your filthy shirt back on or i can use it to tie your arms behind your back and put those tits on display. you can choose."
i think for a moment then hand you my shirt and the collar, before turning and presenting my arms to be tied. you pull my arms back, thrusting my breasts out further, and tie them tightly.
you trace your fingers lightly up my arms and over my breasts, making me shiver as my nipples harden. you pull me back against you and kiss my throat, but your hands continue down my body and slip back under my skirt. one hand holds me still and the other goes right for my clit. you hold me against you, still pressing soft kisses to my throat as i come undone in your hands.
you stop before you can push me over the edge but keep holding me still while i suck your wet fingers clean. when my breathing starts to calm, you push me forward. "let's go, babe."
as we approach the register, the man working here looks me up and down and smiles. i stumble, having forgotten that we weren't alone, but you keep pushing me forward. we're not heading straight toward him though- with your hand twisted in my hair you steer me toward a display case full of different types of dog tags.
we stop in front of it and my eyes meet your reflection's in the back of the case. i don't need to see myself to know that my cheeks are flushed and my lip is swollen from biting it, but i look anyway. i barely recognize the slut i see looking back at me.
you bring out the collar we chose and now i can't take my eyes off your hands. i watch them open the collar and fit it around my throat, and when they close the collar i sigh, letting out a breath i hadn't even realized i was holding.
i'm staring at myself, transfixed, barely breathing, for a minute before my eyes meet yours again in the mirror. "thank you, sir."
you hold my gaze as you pinch my nipples and smirk at me. "we're not done yet, my slut." you keep playing with my nipples with one hand while the other drifts down and under my skirt again. "pick a tag," you tell me, and begin to finger me.
you're much rougher this time, bringing me to edge and barely letting me catch my breath before starting again. without my arms free to brace myself, i'm shaking just from trying to stay upright. the only thing keeping my knees locked in place is the knowledge that if i fall to the floor, you'll leave me there to writhe and beg.
i shake my head to try to clear some of the cobwebs and pick a dog tag, but before i can speak you stop playing with my breasts and slip your fingers in my mouth. i can see you laughing at me when i can't hold back the whine, but i quickly forget about the dog tag anyway. you do this a few more times, until my whines are turning to screams.
the next time you remove your fingers from my mouth to start the cycle again, i immediately shout, "the heart! the heart tag, please, please, the heart!"
you wipe both hands clean on my breasts, giving my nipples an extra tug when you do it. i don't remember it happening, but at some point in this you pulled them out of my bra so now they're fully on display. when you're done, you reach out to grab the tag, then push me toward the cashier.
i look down, not wanting to see what this man thinks of me right now, but you push me right up to the counter. "tell him what to engrave on the tag, baby."
i whimper but don't speak, and your hand comes down hard on my ass. "daddy's little slut," i say in a very small voice.
another slap. i say it again louder. another slap. louder, and with a please. another. another. another. you stop after i shout, "please, please engrave my dog tag to say daddy's little slut!"
you rub your hand over my sore ass then push me forward, until i'm bent over the counter with my legs spread.
"miss?" the clerk asks, causing me to instinctively look up at him. he grins. "can you spell that for me?"
each letter comes with another hard slap on my ass. after "daddy's" and "little" you finger me again roughly, bringing me to the edge. after the second edge, i brace myself for another slap, but it doesn't come. instead you grab me and turn me so i'm on my back and spread my legs wide.
"you can cum when you're finished, is that clear slut?"
i gulp. "yes sir."
your hand comes down hard on my oversensitive pussy. S. L. U. on the T, your slap lands directly on my clit and i scream as the orgasm overtakes me.
pizzapuppiescows If you found a normally locked door unlocked, wouldn't you worry?
I went away for the long weekend and came back last night after dark. Unloading the car, putting things away, blah blah. I stopped and looked at the kitchen door. Unlocked. I lock every door when coming in out of habit. Unlocked. I start looking around, checking closets, go downstairs, check that door, the windows. Nothing. Nothing looks missing. Eventually I head upstairs, with a kitchen knife. Okay, with two kitchen knives because what if the person waiting to murder me knocks the first one out of my hand? Secret knife in my hoodie pouch.
Now, you're probably saying but you have a dog, she will attack. I would think so, too. What she did was walk upstairs and go straight to her bed. The weekend wore her out. I was on my own. You might also think that's a good sign if she doesn't hear or smell anything unusual. She also has walked right by french fries and never noticed. Let's not count on her awareness to save the day.
Back to me. Back when I was paranoid I bought a, what are those things called, the zapper thing, because I don't know how to use a gun and I would probably shoot a hole into my closet and ruin several of my favorite dresses. I went to get that to continue my search and it was dead. Why would I keep it charged? Indeed. Kitchen knife and secret hoodie knife it is. Every closet, peeled back the shower curtain, looked under every bed. Checked my jewelry. All fine. And then I closed and locked the bedroom door and wound a belt around the handles and slept with the tv on.
What about the kitchen door? All I can think is I missed relocking it the last time I went out. You better believe I won't be doing that again any time soon. The kitchen knife and secret hoodie knife are still on the nightstand.
TotalOwnerforslave Ann's Deep Rub Facial
The following is part of a much longer story I have written. I will not be presenting it here as much of it would not pass censorship.
TEST ONE
At the back door there was a note “I am in the study. Make me black tea and bring it, with cream, to me.”
My face flushed with excitement. I made the tea and took it to the study. I stood there, in my short little pleated cheer leading skirt and sweater, looking for a place to set down the tea and condiments.
MRS. MARQUIS, who was reading, did not bother to look up. After a while she indicated the little table near her. I moved the little box aside and sat the tray down. MRS. MARQUIS appraised what I had done and commented that it would take a while to train me properly. While I remained standing she indicated I should pour her tea with an impatient gesture of her hand. Then she added cream to her tea and then stared rather contemplatively at my chest. After a while she spoke.
“Are you ready for another test?” I answered in the affirmative. “You will go to the hall closet and bring me one of the pairs of riding gloves you find there. Make sure it is the oldest most beat up of the lot.”
There was riding equipment in the closet. Including riding boots, crops and a couple buggy whips. The gloves were laid out on a rack. It took just a second to find a pair that was a little scuffed. All the others looked new. I returned to MRS. MARQUIS. I offered her the gloves.
“Put them on me, stupid.”
It was very strange to put gloves on another persons hand so I fumbled around a bit.
“Don’t you think it would be easier if you knelt?”
“Yes of course,” I said as I sank to my knees.
“You are not very good as a supplicant. But then you have had no training. Would you like to learn more about yourself and service?”
“Yes” I was stammering again.
“Well we shall begin. You have offered, yesterday, to endure discomfort for my pleasure. What would please me now would be to slap that insipid face of yours. Put your hands behind your back Grab opposite fore arms. Arch your chest forward. Hold your face up. Very good. Now I will slap your face from side to side, by the way, you should know that I am using old gloves because you are not worthy of the new ones. I would not want to scuff a good glove on your face. You will return your face to a forward looking position quickly after each slap. Are you ready?”
I stammered a “yes”.
“Good.”
My face stung furiously after just the first slap. But I brought it back to the ordered position.
“Quicker” was the order.
Again the slap. I learned to keep my mouth shut when my teeth cut the inside of my mouth. I returned my face to the requisite position, only to learn that I was not fast enough. I got quicker, in spite of the pain, so quick that she could swing as fast as she wanted. My eyes red from tears. But before I lost clear vision I could see the look of extreme pleasure on her face. This slapping continued for what seemed an eternity.When she stopped my ears were wringing and my vision red. My face felt like it was covered with Deep Heat Rub. I was sobbing. She pulled me to her. Close to her. As I knelt, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me gently on the lips. Later she put my face to her breast. I knew my tears were leaving dark spots on the garment she wore.
“There, there my little bitch it is not so bad now. Is it?”
MistressNikkiVixen Let’s speak on something most avoid.
What is the point of control, if there is no purpose behind it?
To take responsibility for someone, whether you call them a submissive, a slave, or anything else, and then leave them without direction, is not power, it’s mismanagement.
Service is meant to be useful.
Without purpose, without structure, without a defined role, that energy has nowhere to go, and over time it deteriorates, focus fades, discipline weakens, and what could have been something valuable becomes wasted potential.
So I ask,
You say you “own” them, now what?
What is their routine, what are they responsible for, what are they building under your direction, what is the outcome you’re working toward?
Because in any real system, any kingdom, any structure, everyone has a place.
A role, a function, a reason they exist within it.
Without that, you’re not leading, you’re collecting.
And that’s where most fail.
If your life cannot function without them, then who is truly in control?
If their only purpose is to sustain you financially, then what happens when they step away?
You haven’t built anything, you’ve created dependency.
And dependency is fragile.
Real power is stability, it’s structure, it’s having your world in order first, so that anything added to it strengthens it, not holds it together.
So this is the challenge,
Get clear, get structured, get intentional.
Because if you’re going to take responsibility for someone else,
You should already know what to do with it.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen KandMcouple A note from me, K.
A bit of a look into our recent goings on. This was a big moment for me and I want to savor it. I had to break it up because it is quite a long entry.
M has been behaving really well lately! Behavior modification and control is my primary interest and all the implements of our lifestyle are just ways of helping me achieve that control.
We have had the conversation regarding my desire for cuckolding before, many times. I bring it up quite a bit, I just can't get it out of my head. I need this for me. Back in 2019 M accompanied me on a few dates with potential bulls, but I don't think he ever thought it would seriously happen. This is very different from when I saw submissive clients professionally. I never ever had sex, I never ever gave head, I never even gave hand jobs. If my clients were allowed an orgasm, they would bring themselves off. M knew that when I finally allowed him sexual contact that we had taken a serious step. A premature ejaculator, he was and is a horrible lay and has never got better. I honestly didn’t expect him to. I got off on my control of him and absolute obedience, not his penis. And now while we have probably only had PIV sex 8 or 10 times in the last 3 years, I desire it more than ever, just not from my husband.
The pandemic drove us all inside and away from people we didn't know. The dates with potential bulls ended and I think M figured that was it. But, my desire for a bull has continued steadily building this entire time and has come to a tipping point. I decided to re-engage the subject in one very direct conversation with M last weekend. I have also decided to keep him on a more frequent chastity release schedule as positive reinforcement while we move forward in adjusting to our dynamic and while finding a bull for me again, in earnest. This conversation was for me to lay out my intentions in full.
We had scheduled this conversation for last Saturday a week before so that we would both be ready. We spent the morning at a farmers market searching for fresh produce that M would turn into a delicious dinner while I spent the rest of the day getting a massage and reading in our backyard garden. After dinner I suggested we move to the living room where I sat in the chair that I have for years been using for spankings and directed my husband to sit cross-legged on the floor in front of me. His lack of pants showed me his diaper was soaked and I put his pacifier in so he wouldn't be tempted to speak.
While he was sitting in front of me I explained to him first, that I loved him, that he had done nothing wrong, but that we would be renewing our search for a bull. His immediate reaction was to put his hand to his mouth in an effort to remove the pacifier so he could speak. I leaned forward, caught his hand and told him, “let me finish.” I explained to him that I would also be allowing him a more frequent release schedule from chastity, which drew out a smile behind his pacifier gag. I explained that his new permissions came with new expectations and that it was directly related to, as I put it, "returning to vigorously searching for a bull." His smile faded instantly which breaks my heart, but I have made my decision and know it will be best for us both; our lifestyle dynamic has many places left to go, but this is step one in getting there. I explained gently but firmly that he needed to get used to the idea of there being other men in our lives. I told him that I was completely finished treating him with kid gloves around cuckolding, that this was something I needed that he couldn't provide and that he knew that.
"M...we have come so far. I have emasculated you to a point you know that I could never take you seriously as a sexual partner. You know this and you know I need someone else, don't you?"
He again lifts his arm to remove his pacifier gag so that he can speak.
"Nope. Just nod your head, baby. Nod your head that you know I need this."
xxbeautifulxliexx I used to love whoring and slutting around. There wasn’t anything quite as fun as finding a new cock to play with – I was always thrilled at how fast I could get a guy hard and how hard I could make him cum with my mouth or my cunt. Fucking was the only time I felt genuinely confident in my 20’s.
A lot of that came down to Kevin. I belonged to Kevin (on and off) for over a decade. He was my first D/s relationship, and his primary focus and kink was whoring me out. He loved having me be an absolute filthy fucking slut for him, and the confidence and power I felt in that role over time was incredible. Through him, I learned how much power a woman could have in herself by submitting to her own sexual desires. It wasn’t just that Kevin loved having me be a whore (as much as I wanted to think that was my sole purpose at the time), I fucking loved sex and I loved the attention and desire I felt from men in those moments.
I loved the strength and confidence I gained from their desire; it was a strength that lasted a lot longer than the encounter did, that’s for damn sure. I didn’t need their reassurance or their attention after. I didn’t need them after, period. I got my reassurance from Kevin. His praise and enthusiasm for my behavior reinforced the strength that I gained and reinforced my confidence in my skills. I didn’t have shit for confidence walking down the street or walking into a party to be around strangers, but the second I was presented with a hard cock, it was Game. Fucking. On. THAT I knew I could handle with perfect confidence, grace and skill. And I fucking relished every moan, groan, sigh, gasp, and trembling muscle from the man I was with.
In my 20’s, I was somewhere around 340-375lbs. I didn’t really get on a scale very often, so I honestly don’t know how much I actually weighed. What I do know, is that it was Kevin who taught me that my size didn’t preclude me from being desirable. When I moved to “the big city”, I had the opportunity for basically unlimited male attention, which was a first for me, having grown up in the middle of nowhere Nebraska. Kevin encouraged this exploration, but also gave me very distinct rules and boundaries (he’d more than learned by that time that I had no idea how to establish, let alone maintain, my own boundaries). He made me go to Planned Parenthood to get my birth control shot. He “gave me permission” to tell guys to fuck off if they didn’t want to use protection for sex; I could ‘blame my Owner’ if they were at all hesitant. Having all this attention from all these different guys, never having to go more than a few days without sex if I didn’t want to, god – it was fucking incredible! And in the background, was Kevin, telling me what a fantastic little whore I was.
When it came to being with Kevin, it was an even bigger reassurance. He told me once, during a moment of extreme insecurity, “I don’t give a shit what you look like, Lisa. What I care about is control.” I knew I could give him that better than anyone, the question was, did he actually mean it? The short answer is, abso-fucking-lutely. When my stunning beauty of a roommate (who’d played with Kevin over the phone and online multiple times) joined us one night, I figured it was going to be game over for us. She was a knock-out compared to me and way better at everything sexual than I could ever dream of being. He was choking her with his dick and she freaked because he wouldn’t let her control the pace or how far down her throat his cock went. She jumped up and took off out of the room to go smoke a bowl and calm down and he called me over. Despite her naked self standing mere feet from him, perky ass and tits on full display, he was totally soft. The second I put his dick in my mouth and let him choke me to his hearts content, he was rock hard and having the time of his life.
She eventually came back to the kitchen table where he was sitting while I sucked him off, and I remember feeling an unbelievable surge of pride as he praised me, telling me what a good girl I was, how much he loved choking me and making me cry, how pretty my tears were. And when he finally came in my mouth, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that for some men…it really is all about control.
And I was officially hooked. That was all I wanted from that moment on, and to a large extent, it’s still all I want. Especially when it comes to any type of D/s dynamic. I don’t fucking care about the sex, whips or chains…I want the man who gets rock hard simply because I love to obey, to give up as much control as possible. I want the guy who gets off leaving me a list of chores to do in the morning and is way more turned on by me having completed the whole list plus some, then having to “punish me” because I failed to do those tasks. I want the guy who’s dick goes soft because a girl tells him ‘no’ (and he would never dream of pushing her beyond that ‘no’), but he gets hard as steel, instantly, because where someone else says ‘no’, I say ‘yes please and thank you’.
I don’t need gymnastics and props…they can’t do anything nearly as good as a hand in my hair and a deep voice whispering in my ear.
MissLoriinFL My story......Back in 2007 I filed for divorce divorce after 20 years of marriage. I got very tired of his narcissistic behaviors. There was one time that I should have called the police on him and I didn't and that's when my ex attempted to choke my oldest child, because she said something under her breath and he heard it. It was Israel also in 2007 that I was introduced to this lifestyle, by a doctor friend of mine. He was the one to train me so to speak and introduce me to it. I am very thankful for him. in 2009, my divorce was finalized, the day before my 52nd birthday. I have had many subs and slaves over the years. Mostly part time. People have asked me why don't I have one now and that is because when I moved to Florida from Connecticut I released my sub/slave. It's very difficult to find one that is not a "do me" type. I am looking for a very specific type. I am looking for one that will be able to mix vanilla and Ds. I'm also looking for a long term relationship. I'm not looking for a live in, at this time. Please be sure to read the rest of my journal entrie.
longtermSissy Since I've gotten a lot of inquiries from Men, let me make it clear; You must be within the NYC metro area or close (Jersey, PA, Connecticut) I am open to being a sissy slave for the right man, perhaps even the potential to become my Master in a long term relationship.
I'm into men who have experience in handling a sissy, and I'm interested in exploring pony/puppy play.
My prefence in a potential Master is a large man who is aged 45-55..In a potential Master, I like darker Men who are naturally hairy..
Also a Master who has experience in bondage and is able to properly tie me up whether it's with ropes or chains. He would also lock me in chastity as his sissy slave and have me yearning to take his cock in either hole on demand.
rancor COCKSUCKERS PLEDGEby Jeremy C. Turnbull
- As a Cocksucker, I realize that my place is at the feet of my Feeder; that my sexual fulfillment depends on the pleasure I give my Feeder, and his generosity allows me to gain nourishment from him.
- As a Cocksucker, I realize that my only real sexual organs are my mouth, tongue, and throat; that my only need is to pleasure my Feeder. When I am at my true place between his legs, I have no need other than this.- As a Cocksucker, I solemnly vow, without hesitation or regret, to possess a willing mouth; to know I belong on my knees in the presence of a true Feeder; to accept my Feeder’s milk, his nourishment, his cum, in any manner my Feeder requires; to give my Feeder my best, because this is what he deserves for allowing me to nourish myself.
- Furthermore, I vow to maintain such focus on his cock and his pleasure that it becomes the center of my universe; to suck, swallow, gag, stroke and choke when he expaspects it from me; to learn when he needs me to suck, swallow, gag, stroke, and choke without having him to tell me.
- By this solemn pledge, I accept my place in the world; I love and embrace being a Cocksucker, as this is the only way I can perform to my Feeder’s satisfaction. I swear to make my Feeder moan. I accept that my Feeder is allowed to say whatever he wants or call me whatever he wants while I am pleasuring him.
- I agree to show my addiction and need for my Feeder’s cock and cum by begging for it if need be, because a Cocksucker has no pride, he is a slave. I agree, obviously, to make my mouth a willing and anxious hole for my Feeder’s nourishing seed. And to be ready for my Feeder at any time, or multiple times.
- It is my duty to learn every nuance of my Feeder’s cock and what pleasures him the most. I accept not to bite unless my Feeder desires it. I agree to surrender to deep throating, to face-fucking, to multiple cocks and being roughly used. I will never stop until my Feeder is finished with me and truly satisfied
In conclusion, as a cocksucker, my sexual identity is tied to the cock of another Man. I know that in life I will only achieve fulfillment through the graciousness and charity of my Feeder and hereby vow with all sincerity to service my Feeder to the best of my ability and strive to improve my technique. The consequences in breaking this contract will result in my spiritual, sexual and physical starvation.
commited12u
At Their feet…
…a place to kneel in devotion
…a place to listen attentively
…a place to adore Their mind
…a place to worship Their body
…a place to understand a lesson
…a place to feel home
…a place for so much more
AKRONOHIOMAN Coachvisits again
Coach came by for what I think was his second visit. He visited in December and this time we wanted to step it up a bit. He wanted fucked. He wanted my cum in his ass. In his words, he wanted treated the way he's treated women most of his life. Like an object for pleasure.
Since he had visited before, he clearly knew where to come and that he was going to be at the correct house. The first time that someone comes for a visit, I always meet them in the driveway. This time, I told him that I would open the garage door and he was to come into the garage. I told him that in the back of the garage, near the door entering the house, he would find a stack of milk cartons. On an empty milk carton was a printed sign.
"Useless pieces of human flesh must put all of their clothing in here before entering"
I told him that I may (or may not) close the garage door after he enters, but he is to be completely naked before entering the house.
As I saw his car pull down the driveway I opened the garage door. I'm sure his heart was racing. Probably beating out of his chest since he knew he was going to be stripping naked in the garage. He was probably praying that I would close the garage door and give him some privacy from the neighbors.
I heard him near the door entering the house and knew he was inside the garage. I waited a moment listening for some rustling of clothing being stripped off before I closed the garage door. A moment later he came thru the door naked as he had been instructed.
I was leaning on the couch playing with my cock. I beckoned him over as he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I honestly can't remember but I think I had a white jockstrap on. At first I was making him lick, sniff, and suck my cock through the dirty jock strap. But eventually I removed it and threw it to the side.
He is a wonderful cocksucker. My already stiff cock instantly got harder as his tongue worked on my cock. Not that stripping in the garage wouldn't already remind him that he was nothing but my property during his visit, but I wanted to reinforce to him that he was absolutely sub human while visiting, so I put a dog collar around his neck. I grabbed the collar by each side and started guiding his mouth up and down on my cock.
His throat wasn't quite adjusted to the sensation of my cock yet, so as I pulled him deep down onto my cock he would gag. Of course this only made me chuckle at him. "Suck my cock, suck Daddy's cock, you know what to do, take that cock down your throat. Go ahead and choke on Daddy's cock."
His cock sucking skills are wonderful and after only being on my cock for a few minutes I felt the need to cum. But I had a lot more in store for him today. I pulled him off my cock and told him to lick my balls. I raised one leg so he could not only get to my balls but almost to my ass as well. Of course this only made me want to cum more.
Read the conclusion of the story at
www.SirKel.top
slavezero So a lot has changed really, a profile update will be written soon.
The biggest change really, in myself, is the stretching (quite literally i guess, pun not intended)
Previously the only hole penetrated by a Dominant was my mouth (mostly with fingers but the odd strap on/vibe/dildo/phallus), but i am currently being trained anally and urethrally (is that even a word). i have never enjoyed the experience of even the smallest digit oenetrating me anally and would scream the place down through a gag if anything bigger than a pinkie finger up there.
As i write this i have had a 4" butt plug in now for around 18 of the past 24 hours. Do i enjoy it? Not really. I have got to the stage where i can, for decent lengths of time, forget about it as it feels normal but only really when not moving about. i can also insert it myself when ordered to do so, not a feat i would previously have thought possible.
The story of how this, once hard limit, along with urethral sounds, were accidentally, on the same day no less, is one for another day but i thought, after many years on CM and now CS, i would make use of my journal to record my anal training journey so others may learn what they might expect.
Grabdaddyshand
Communication is key: Make sure you are clear about your desires and boundaries, and listen actively to your partner's needs and limits.
Respect boundaries: Always respect your partner's limits and never push them to do something they are not comfortable with.
Safe, sane and consensual: Always practice safe and consensual BDSM, and never engage in activities that could cause serious harm.
Learn and educate yourself: Take the time to learn about BDSM practices, safety measures and the different types of play.
Be honest and authentic: Be true to yourself and your desires, and never pretend to be something you're not.
Empathy and compassion: Show empathy and compassion towards your partner and always strive to create a positive experience for them.
Be flexible and open-minded: Be open to new experiences and be willing to adapt your approach when needed.
Take responsibility: Take responsibility for your actions and be willing to make amends if you make a mistake.
Practice self-care: Take care of yourself physically and emotionally, and make sure that you are in the right mindset before engaging in BDSM activities.
Have fun: Remember that BDSM should be enjoyable for both partners, so don't take things too seriously and have fun with it.
Wind0fChange
It may have taken nearly two years but the world is back and so am I.
Very excited to meet you!
Let's chat.
LondonTriangle Still looking but not impatient, actually rather grateful plenty of me time and busy with work.
I have to admit I have had a few people show an interest and I have had to admit I am not attracted to them.
You can tell by a picture, eve if you tried it would not last.
Still looking for someone outdoorsy.
Still looking for someone in London but I travel a lot so flexible.
Finally planning a little annual leave and Ireland is happening.
I kind of would like to meet someone interesting, avoiding PE teachers, men who work in ICT (snore) there has got to be some pleasure seeking interesting specimens so I will wait but will not hold my breath, will explore the world and my own potential and if you happen to pass by great if not, I was not holding my breath.
RavenMoonSiren A Raven and a Wolf
He sat, kneeling really, slowly panting, under a soft leather hood. It was laced tightly, almost preventing his every breath. And in the darkness, under the hood, he strained his ears to hear whether she was near, or far. He inhaled, trying to find her scent, but could only smell the leather of the hood. He tried to feel if he could sense her presence closer, but nothing. The air was still. His mouth, dry from nerves, with lips slightly agape, didn't utter a sound.
So he waited, arms bound, shoulder back, chest forward and exposed. Uncomfortably upright.
She sat before him, watching him lazily, like how a cat does with a weakened mouse, very still. A hunter and their prey. She was breathing evenly to hide the excitement pooling inside of her. Hands encased in buttery soft lamb skin gloves, the color of his hood, the color of her whip, the color of blood. The color of her lips.
A red so beautiful. Her eyes sparkled at the idea of it coming from his body. Beautiful and broken. She could sense he was searching for her; a slight turn of the head, listening, perhap?
Leaning forward gently; trying to smell?
Like a dog, she thought, just like a dog. And she sat there far longer than even she desired to see how far this "dog" would go.
"Bark, dog" she commanded in a low voice
And he barked immediately, no hesitation. She pulled back her hand and slapped him, his head jerked, body lurched, chest rising and falling rapidly. A noticeable difference between his legs. There it was again, a hunger to bite into him. Taste his blood. Consume him. But only silence. No whimper, no moan, not a sound escaped him. She wondered if he were bleeding from his cute little mouth. Again she slapped him. Softer than the first, a loving caress, bits of his hair peeked through the laces of the hood and she wanted to grip them and tear them away. Would he let her? Perhaps.
The next slap, and the one after, opposite hand, and he fell forward just enough that his face touched her thighs only separated by the hood and her own stockings. The rule was he wasn't allowed to touch her unless she said. This was a broken rule, however accidental. She stood and let him slump forward in a stupor, supported only by the tension of the rope tied to the foot of the bed.
Bark, dog. Dog. He barked.
Up, dog, and he returned to his previous place, exposed and upright. She stepped forward, the toe of her shoe pressing down on the sensitive flesh of the head of his dick. She crushed it gently until he sat even straighter. She held his head in her left hand, caressed it gently, leather on leather. The smell intoxicating her. Raising her right hand she slapped him again, over and over until her hand grew hot even under the glove. Was he bleeding? She hoped so. She hoped to kiss him and bite his lips and taste his blood. She wished she could see his eyes, dazed, glassy, far away. She caressed his head. And whispered, "you may touch me" and he pressed his face into her hands, her thighs. Still no sound, he was so silent.
"Bark, my handsome boy" and he barked, hoarse and painful as she encircled his neck with her hands. This was his idea, he had inspired in her a lust for choking him until he was nothing and drifting away in the ether. She squeezed, her hands perhaps too small, until he gurgled. She wondered if his eyes were open or if they were dimmed. The hood obscured so much. She squeezed until he seemed to go limp. And she let him. Shoulders yanked uncomfortably under his weight.
He awoke. Arms aching, face hot but no longer enclosed by the hood. He could see her though his vision lacked acuity. She was standing over him, wrapped in pink except for gloves. He yearned for them then. Yearned for them to be around his neck, feeling the bones of her fingers threatening his very life. He wanted to ask for it, for her to choke him, strangle him, but knew it was to her whim that he obeyed. Obeisance was her pleasure. He looked at her, eyes soft, left cheek swollen, lips split ever so slightly and she leaned down and kissed him, sliding her tongue over the drying blood. He kissed her back, gentle, but hungry.
Her kiss was soft but grew more passionate until she bit him and suckled his mouth. Did he love this part of her? The softness before the sting.
She broke the kiss. Her lipstick perfect but her mouth and chin stained crimson with what must have been his blood.
"Open your mouth, I'd like to try" she said softly. A shy whisper. So unlike the command to "Bark".
He angled himself upright, head back, lips parting painfully like a little bird.
She leaned forward and let her own saliva pool in her mouth and slowly let it fall into his. He shuddered. His excitement excited her and she kissed him again before he could even swallow but this time it was wild and wet. Her saliva all over his mouth, chin, cheeks.
"I have to whip you now, are you ready?" She asked and he nodded. A question was not a command to speak. Dogs do not speak unless commanded to speak. She untied him and his body fell forward. Not used to its old range of motion. His limbs buzzed from having sat in one position for too long. He wondered about how much time had passed. Funny thing, time. Why did it matter now when he was in the moment with her.
Without the hood he realized he could smell her. A warm sweet scent, perhaps arousal. And he thought then about being forced to please her like they talked about in passing, forced until exhausted and even beyond. After play. Her, in her pink, looked like candy and he wanted to lick her. She must be sweet.
She looked down at him and his face was peculiar, his mind was somewhere else and he looked rather cute. But she was jealous at the idea that his mind wasn't on her and she kicked him in the stomach to bring him back to her. He coughed and curled up as she walked to retrieve her whip, preparing for the next step in her courtship.
"Up" she commanded and he got to his feet, winded, bruised. Arms still behind his back. She released them to tie them around the post of the bed. The bed post being the whipping post, isn't it somehow romantic, she thought.
"If you need me to stop, tell me, I won't be gentle otherwise" she said to him, her mouth on his ear. His hair was slicked down with sweat and he smelled musky. She liked his smell. She bit his earlobe and stepped back a couple of feet and threw the whip. Lash after lash until he tried moving away. Pulling at the post until it creaked. She wanted him to cry but he only moaned and groaned, no tears. Just a brow drenched in sweat as his back went from fine pink lines to slowly oozing wounds. If he didn't give her tears then she would have blood.
He pulled desperately as if trying to escape her and she threw the whip furiously, lashing whatever she could reach, his ass, thighs, calves, neck, even the back of his head. The post groaned as if it would break under the strength of him trying to flee.
"Do you want to get away from me?" She asked. His breathing heavy, labored, his body wobbled as blood poured from him, he shook his head no, weakly, and looked over his weeping shoulders with hazy eyes. Finally he spoke, a clear and clean "No, ma'am" from his lips now dry from mouth breathing, swollen from having been bitten and slapped.
The no rang through her body and she leapt at him and kissed and licked his mouth, his shoulders, his back. Barely containing her arousal, her hips moving in slow circles. She was so hungry.&n
Anjunajune Adding to the House of M - Our search for a slaveThe House of M is looking for a slave.We’re going to be picky, very picky. We will take out time in this search to find the right one at the right time for us. And because of that, we recognize this search will take some time.Our House and more specifically, our dynamic is built on communication, trust, honesty, intelligence, friendship and deep respect for each other. Those who are a part of it, are individuals that recognize that connection and relationship must exist in both the lifestyle as well as in the vanilla world to develop the kind of bonds that are required to create the richness we desire. We want one who will care a deeply about us as we will about them and share our values. We place a high value on intelligence, the mental aspaspects of the lifestyle, caring about each other, loyalty, seriousness in and about ones roles, as well as the ability to have fun and be let loose when the time is right.We seek a bi M masochistic slave (under 45), smooth with at least a slightly feminine appearance who is height weight-proportional. One who craves to serve and derives fulfillment from the act of giving themself to us. A slave who knows that their proper place is at a Master's feet, serving whenever, however, and whatever Master requires. Our vision is that my babygirl and I will both Dominate this slave equally as their Master. Not live-in, but possible in the future as part of this long-term dynamic. While there should be NO expectation for sexual use from either of us, they should be ready and eager to serve both of us in any way we choose. Our current needs include domestic, sexual and masochistic service, but know that as we intend for this to be a long time ownership, these needs will evolve and grow. We hope to find one who craves degradation, humiliation, objectification, and belonging, with limits that align with our own (see our profiles).For those who wish to explore becoming part of our House, write us and we can begin a conversation about it, but be patient, be respectful, come ready to show us who you truly are and most of all be patient. Take this time to get to know us as we get to know you.We are worth it - I promise you
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