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TeaMenthe On Realistic Expectations and the Woman You Are Serving
Let me be plain with you, because plainness here is a kindness and I have never been interested in the alternative.
I attended a funeral last weekend. Alone.
I want to sit with that for a moment before I say anything else, because it is the most precise illustration I could offer of everything this journal is about. There is a specific and particular indignity in navigating grief in public without someone beside you. Not because I cannot do it, I can do anything alone, I have proven this repeatedly and without fanfare. But because a woman like me should not have to. Because the presence of a devoted and capable partner at your side during the hardest moments of ordinary life is not a luxury. It is what partnership is for. It is, in fact, one of the most fundamental things a serious dynamic should provide: someone who stands beside you in the moments that cost you something, who carries the social weight of difficult occasions, who is simply and solidly there so that you can grieve or endure or simply get through the day without also having to do it visibly alone.
I disdain it. I will not dress that up. I disdain walking into rooms full of people as a woman unaccompanied, not because my worth requires a witness, but because I have built enough of a life to deserve someone who shows up for it completely, including the parts that are not beautiful or exciting or charged with the particular electricity of our dynamic. The funeral is not glamorous. It is not a candlelit dinner or a weekend in Greece. It is a Saturday in grief clothes standing in a room full of loss, and I will do it with my back straight and my composure intact because that is who I am, and I will come home to an empty house afterward, and I will feel the absence of what should be there with the specific sharpness of something that is missing rather than something that never existed.
This is what I mean when I talk about realistic expectations cutting in both directions.
I am a mother first. This is not a disclaimer. It is not an apology. It is the organizing fact of my life around which everything else, including you, arranges itself. I have two children in their preteen years, which anyone who has raised children knows is one of the most demanding and most critical seasons of a young person's life. They require my presence, my attention, my emotional availability, my time, and my energy in quantities that do not leave a remainder to be distributed according to your preferences. If you have arrived here expecting a Goddess with unlimited hours and frictionless availability, you have arrived at the wrong door. This weekend, I had my children. My time was spent on them, because it is exactly where that time should be spent.
I am also finishing my education, because I am a woman who does not stop building herself simply because life has become complex. I work. I manage a household. I carry the particular and invisible weight that women carry, the planning and the anticipating and the holding of a thousand threads simultaneously, the mental labor that has no clock-out time and no weekend.
What this means for you practically is something I need you to hear completely before you decide whether this life is what you actually want or simply what you have romanticized from a comfortable distance.
My time is not abundant. It is finite and it is precious and it is allocated with the precision of someone who cannot afford to waste it. There will be days, entire stretches of days, where the children need me and school demands me and work requires me and what is left over is not nothing but it is quiet and it is mine and I will spend it restoring myself rather than managing your need for attention. This is not neglect. This is the reality of serving a woman with a full and serious life, and if you cannot hold yourself with dignity and purpose during those stretches then you are not the caliber of person this dynamic requires.
A serious long term FLR TPE with a woman like me is not a constant performance of dominance and submission playing out in real time every hour of every day. It is a structure. It is an understanding so deeply embedded in the way we live that it does not require constant activation. It runs underneath everything, informing how the household operates, how decisions are made, how resources are allocated, how your time and energy are directed even when I am at a school pickup or a study session or simply in a bath with the door closed and my phone face down.
Your place in this dynamic is to raise me. Not in the sense that I require raising. In the sense that your devotion, your service, your resources and your effort should be oriented toward elevating my life, reducing my load, creating space around me so that I can be the mother, the student, the professional, and the Goddess that I am without the additional friction of a partner who has become another item on my list of things to manage.
You are not here to add to my weight. You are here to carry some of it.
That means the household runs because you run it. It means my children's lives are easier because our home is stable and managed and full of the kind of calm that only exists when someone competent is handling the infrastructure of daily life with care. It means you have found your purpose and your structure in the service itself, not in the moments of explicit dynamic play, because those moments are real but they are not the whole of what this is. The whole of what this is lives in the Tuesday afternoon when I have a deadline and a tired child and you have already handled dinner and the house is quiet and I can do what I need to do because you have made space for it.
It lives in the Saturday morning of a funeral when I do not have to walk in alone.
That is the submission I am describing. Not the aesthetic of it. The actual weight-bearing practice of it, daily, in the ordinary moments that make up most of a life. The grief clothes and the school pickups and the late study nights and the hard weekends. The presence that does not require the occasion to be significant in order to show up for it completely.
If you can find your satisfaction there, in the real and unglamorous work of elevating another person's existence, then you understand something essential about what I am offering and what I require. The collar and the candlelight exist. They are real and they are extraordinary. But they rest on a foundation of consistent, intelligent, humble service that asks nothing of me except that I receive it well.
I receive it very well.
But you have to bring it first, and bring it correctly, and bring it to the funeral as readily as you bring it to the beautiful moments, because the funeral is where it counts the most and the beautiful moments are easy.
I am worth the patience. I am worth the long view. I am worth showing up for on the hard Saturdays.
The question is whether you are the person who actually does.
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
MistressMaguire
Momentarily distracted by his need to spill his bladder, he was now aware of leather cuffs being affixed to each wrist.
The metal cuffs had started to chafe.
A leather belt was locked to his waist and each wrist in turn was released from the metal restraint and re fastened to the waist belt on each side.
More comfortable.
He was pushed down to the floor and over on his back.
The sensation of cold hard tile and his need for relief was flooding his brain.
Deprived of sight and speech his awareness shrank.
Leather ankle cuffs were locked on and fastened together as a hobble.
The socks were pulled off and with them, the last vestige of his former self.
Her gloved hands embraced the sides of his hood.
Suddenly he could see again.
Stunning.
She was squatting over his face. Eye piece in hand.
Again, her smell.
The leather smell.
The antiseptic smell of the floor.
Sternly she commanded him to be obedient and explained that she would remove the gag on the condition he only speak when spoken to.
Nodding, the mouthpiece came off.
His urgent need was all he could think about.
He squirmed in his restraints.
The return of his sight and the Glorious image above him aroused his cock to a shaft of steel.
Involuntarily he thrust it up arching his back. Buttocks lifted off the floor.
She regained her standing position posture as erect as his now throbbing cock.
She laughed.
A low grunting sob gurgled from his lips.
She smirked and curled her lips into a snarl.
For the first time he took in his surroundings.
It was a utility room connecting the garage with the rest of the house.
A shower of sorts with a head on a umbilical hose in one corner for cleaning things. There was a drain in the floor and he realized he was laying on it.
Mysterium Let’s stop pretending this is rare.
Predators exist in the kink community for the same reason they exist anywhere power and vulnerability intersect.
Because some people see trust and think “opportunity.”
And before someone gets defensive, let’s clear something up:
Predators are not always the creepy outsider everyone avoids.
Sometimes they’re the respected Dom.
Sometimes they’re the “experienced” submissive.
Sometimes they’re the educator, the mentor, the person who has “been around forever.”
Predatory behavior isn’t defined by gender, role, or years in the lifestyle.
It’s defined by how someone behaves when they think nobody will challenge them.
And the easiest people to target?
Newcomers.
Because new people want to learn.
They want to belong.
They assume experienced people know what they’re doing.
Predators know that.
So the playbook starts.
First comes the love bombing.
“You’re special.”
“You have real submissive energy.”
“I normally don’t take beginners but you’re different.”
Then comes skipping negotiation.
Suddenly limits, safewords, and risk discussion are treated like unnecessary formalities.
“Real submissives don’t need to negotiate everything.”
Right.
Because negotiation creates accountability, and predators hate accountability.
Then comes isolation.
“People here won’t understand our dynamic.”
“Don’t talk to others about what we do.”
Isolation removes witnesses.
And predators hate witnesses almost as much as they hate boundaries.
Then comes the real classic: gaslighting.
When someone says a line was crossed, the predator rewrites reality.
“You agreed to that.”
“You asked for it.”
“You’re just struggling with submission.”
No.
That’s manipulation.
And let’s address one of the biggest lies predators love telling:
“A real submissive wouldn’t question their Dom.”
Bullshit.
Submission is consensual power exchange, not a psychological hostage situation.
Anyone telling you that you lose the right to object once you’re “submissive enough” is waving a red flag so big it should blot out the sun.
And then there’s the final shield predators love hiding behind:
Reputation.
“They’ve been around forever.”
“They’ve done so much for the community.”
Cool.
None of that makes someone incapable of being a manipulative asshole.
Communities that protect reputations more than people create the exact environment predators thrive in.
So here’s the part newcomers need to hear clearly:
You can ask questions.
You can say no.
You can stop a scene immediately.
No dynamic removes that right.
No title overrides consent.
No one owns your autonomy.
And anyone who tries to convince you otherwise isn’t demonstrating dominance.
They’re demonstrating exactly why predators love environments where people are too polite to call them out.
Predators don’t survive because they’re clever.
They survive because communities stay quiet.
Stop doing that.
Byrdie I'm not sure if this tells anyone anything other than that I occastionally take quizes online, but ...
== Results from bdsmtest dot org ==
97% Dominant
95% Degrader
95% Master/Mistress
90% Sadist
82% Owner
80% Daddy/Mommy
79% Non-monogamist
66% Primal (Hunter)
59% Brat tamer
53% Rigger
50% Switch
46% Experimentalist
37% Ageplayer
31% Boy/Girl
30% Pet
28% Vanilla
23% Brat
22% Degradee
21% Primal (Prey)
16% Submissive
15% Voyeur
10% Exhibitionist
9% Rope bunny
7% Masochist
4% Slave
angeldmort Someone male on the other kink site was talking about dating as a market, and when the "dick is plentiful" comment came up as a point of why it doesn't "sell" he got a bit butthurt.
When someone else tried to point out that dicks are generally attatched to men, and so the problem wasn't the dicks but the men they are attatched to, the quality of which vary a lot, he said "In general, a shirt is not necessarily better than another shirt"Which granted, is absolutely in my wheelhouse to respond to with an informed opinion, so this was my comment.
"Actually, as someone with an education in fashion merchandising/design, and as a costumer, I can say that is not at all accurate. Quality is an easily defined set of properties, such as the tye of materials used, workmanship, colorfastness of dye, functionality of design, etc and varies HUGELY from one shirt to the next. Which is why a shirt from the dollar store may be good enough for a few months, but may soon start to pull apart at the seams, or fade, or wear through, or shrink and become misshapen, etc. whereas a shirt that looks similar from a better manufacturer may last for years and still look fine. I have several shirts my Dad wore for years before he died, which I have now worn as an overshirt for gardening, etc for the two decades since. I have also bought similar looking shirts new at Walmart and they fell apart within a couple years.
Quality matters. Being an educated consumer matters. Learning to recognize quality, and what to look for before you purchase is the difference between having to replace said shirts frequently, vs keeping something you like for as long as you want it, and possibly even passing it on if you no longer need it.
The same can be said for partners. So it's important to understand what quality is in people, as well as shirts, and learn how to spot it and the lack of it, and learn to take your time shopping to avoid buyer's remorse. Or even debt and bad contracts...
"Maybe there are fuckbois who one can easily replace if that's what your view of men on average is."
Exactly. There are fuckbois, and posers, and trash toys, and upstanding quality men. There are men who do the work to become better, to do the right thing, to play fair and self-manage, etc, and men that just wanna get dat dick wet. There are pretty people, plain people, low quality people, high quality people, people who are pretty and cheap, people who are less pretty but quality, and vice versa. You either learn to appreciate quality over superficial properties, or you bounce from crap to crap to crap, always wondering why nothing is ever as good as it looks and everything starts SO nice but never lasts.
As to what market? Dating is advertizing, more than anything.
You have what you have, and they have what they have, and you have to figure out what you want, and how to trade what you have for what you want. Fortunately, you can add to what you have in lots of ways, if what you want is out of reach at a given time. Learn new skills - dancing cooking, massage, etc. Dress better, spiff your appearance. Read books on relationships. Hit the gym. But you have to find out what THEY want, figure out if you can provide it (or are willing to lie about it, as many do) and then learn to explain how what you have will provide what they want.
As someone once said - you don't sell shovels, you sell holes.
"A customer’s ultimate goal is not a product but a change and improvement to their life. "
A man should not try to sell his dick to a woman.
Dicks are EVERYWHERE.
There are literally stores full of dicks that don't even require another person.
No matter how amazing a guy's dick is, I can go buy one better, and not have to bother with having a guy and what he wants attatched.
So, what a man needs to sell is *orgasms*.
And if he wants to be more than just a one-off, he needs to sell the aweome fun before and after the sex.
A submissive man needs to sell how he will make a Domme's life easier and more comfortable. A Dominant man needs to sell how safe and valued his sub will feel.
Sell the value point - how having whatever you are selling will improve the potential buyer's experience. Will is lessen the workload? Provide pleasure? Increase security? Create comfort? Ease pain? Improve something they already enjoy?
THOSE are what need to be in someone's profile and first emails if they want to find their "market share" and get what they want here.
Skin1701 A little clarity about what I’m looking for…
I’m not interested in one-night stands, endless fantasy chat or people who only appear when they’re horny. I’m looking for a genuine connection with someone who wants BDSM and a real D/s dynamic to be part of their life.
Age and gender aren’t particularly important to me, but attraction is. You don’t need to be perfect, but you do need to look after yourself. I’ve lost 3½ stone over the last 12 months and take pride in the effort I’ve made. I’m simply not attracted to people who are very overweight or seriously out of shape.
If you’re genuine, want to build trust and actually meet when the time is right, say hello.
And yes, I’ll expect to see a normal photo of you before we meet. Nothing kinky or explicit. I just want to know who I’m talking to.
Please, be real. I’m not looking for pen pals and promises.
pattynj I just bought some new tangerine colored panties and thought about going to the ABS, so I went home to change into some pretty underthings.
i then went to my go-to ABS wearing a shear white button down cover-up, a white bandeau bra and my new tangerine colored panties under my pants. i bought my tokens, and as i walked to the back room, i unbuttoned my cover-up leaving my bra exposed. I sat down in the booth and it wasn’t long before I was sucking on a nice cock. After I finished off the second cock, a guy came into my booth waving me outside of my booth and into another booth. i walked in - a guy was stroking his Big Black Cock. It was the biggest cock i have ever saw, i mean it was massive!
He pointed to my crotch and I lowered my jeans showing him my panties. He pointed again, and i lowered my panties showing him my little clitty. He stood up and pulled my clitty next to his cock. It was extremely humiliating to see my little white clitty next to his massive black cock. He put his arm on my shoulder directing me down to a stooping position, right in front of his cock. At first, it was all i could do just to get the head of his cock in my mouth, slowly i was able to get further down his shaft.
After a while, he start to moan and thrusting his cock forward into my mouth. Shortly after that, he started to cum. After he filled my mouth with cum, he pulled out and his cum was still dripping out of his cock. He pulled up his pants and left.
SupremeGoddess51 Here’s a sensual, evocative poem that embraces intimacy and desire.
**Kindling**
Come closer, and let silence speak,
In whispers soft, in touches sleek.
Your breath against my skin, so near,
Ignites the spark, dissolves the fear.
Fingertips trace in whispered lines,
Mapping secrets, as bodies entwine.
With each soft touch, we come undone,
Bound together 'til night is spun.
In this dark world, we’ve found our place,
Time slows to linger, breathes to taste.
The ache of longing fades to peace,
In arms that hold and will not cease.
We meet like fire, we burn like sun,
Two shadows melding, joined as one.
Lost in rhythm, a timeless flight,
In whispered heat, through endless night.
ChangelingRose I've been lurking on this site, wondering whether to contact anyone and realising that I'm not sure what I'm looking for in many ways. I'm torn between wanting a committed 24/7 D/s relationship with a wonderful Domme, or osmething more casual because I'm conscious that I'm looking at transitioning, that I want to do a PhD, and that I have a load of books I want to write. I don't want to present myself as something I'm not, and I don't want to be with someone who seems intent on denigrating me from the off (and so a lot of Dommes' profiles have me backing away because of their tone).
I must admit too, that even though I think of myself as a decent writer, I'm coming up short with what to actually say to people. A simple introductory message feels like it could be fraught with danger, and yes that does seem incredibly stupid to say.
Anyway, I thought I would put something here just because "I ain't dead" as Granny Weatherwax from the Discworld books would put it.
CarpeEros Some fellow in late Dec 2021 posted a Journal entry:
"I see a still-surprising number of profiles which, in summary, go something like this:
'Fuck you in advance for wasting my time, because you are all fakes and losers, and also, I'm lonely and looking for someone, so please respond, but respond pretty fucking carefully.' "
Rings true, but my own personal reaction to too many profiles (and more than a few journal entries on this site) can perhaps be summed up very briefly as:
"What you say about others might well be true; but how you say it, speaks volumes -- about you."
Gosh, that even rhymes, and with equal number of syllables.
On the positive side, it's a sort of Public Service Announcement, that "how it's said", alerting others (including even those of us looking just for friendship at this time) what style to expect (sooner or later) if we make contact.
Notroubleatall Okay. Okay. I need to get some things off of my chest. Now that I have had some conversations, met a few people, I just want to say that I have standards and I would want my Dom to also be a person of standards. What do I mean by that? I make the effort to always be clean, smelling nice, looking pretty, etc. The bare minimum should be that my Dom takes some care of himself. I like when a man has taken the time to get a haircut,I like it when I can smell cologne on your skin, and after 11 years of trying to change a person, I realized that I indeed changed. We didn't want the same things and I got so tired of trying to convince someone to take care of themselveswhen I'm a fucking mess myself. Like, I need, absolutely crave Daddy but I haven't found him yet. If you're serious about something 24/7 and this is not strictly a kink for you, we might have some things in common. I've noticed some red flags one is that the people I was communicating with, they always want to be called Daddy and like, no. You're not my Dom, I don't know you like that, things take time to develop.
Also, if you're weird, Do not bother. For example, I'm not into pantyhose and for one person, that was a deal breaker. Good. Keep that shit away from me. I'm trying to find my perfect match on every level.
Also, I don't want your money, I have my own. It might not be a lot but I am not interested in any weird financial stuff. I'm trying to get my shit together in the real world.
And all I want is Daddy. I don't think anyone understands how fucking primal that urge has become for me. But please don't come on too strong. Give me time. I'm thinking about a normal conversation here, then on text. Then the phone. Then a video call. You see what I'm doing here? Look if things went well maybe I fly out for a fun weekend. I don't know but I'm open.
SkyFullOfStars I read over my profile, again, today, as I have many times since I created it anew.
I've tried very hard over the years to make my profile on FL be realistic, vulnerable, intelligent, reflective of who and what I am at my core, and just as importantly, to have it reflect what I want to have in my life. To let it give someone who doesn't know me, either well or even at all, a solid idea of myself, my body, my mind, my soul.
The more I looked over it these last few months, the more I often changed it, inserting more intellectual references and suave self assured witticisms, but still I saw what it lacked.
The more I saw and felt the only true and right and beloved deion it could and should contain was...love.
The joy of caring, the elation of sexual union, deep and abiding compassion, the sensual act of touch, the smell and taste and sounds of affection, the respect of intimate and unflagging positive human regard, the vision of altruism, the singular romance of knowing you are and you can and you do and you need and you give that one precious wonderful thing that we all need in our lives; love.
It often seems to me in our kinky little corner of the universe there isn't much talk of that kind of love in profiles anymore, even though it also can take many shapes and forms; love of rope, love of play, love of sexual adventures. I hope we all will list more love and loves in our profiles. It's never too late. I'm not going to change my profile again though, please don't worry.
Let this note stand from this day forward as my more than official confirmation of my own proclamation to need want desire make spread create admire demonstrate dream bring deliver give ask understand and embrace more...
LOVE.
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
mastergcs Effective and Transparent Communication
In a Poly house, it is crucial to maintain honesty and open communication with the Master and all other members. This practice is not only ethical but also necessary for the smooth functioning of the household. Honesty is the foundation of trust and mutual understanding in any relationship, and in a Poly house, there are more people involved, making it even more vital to be forthright.
Being open and honest sets the tone for the type of relationship you want to have with the Master. It shows that you are invested in the relationship and committed to making it work. By being transparent, the Master gains a better understanding of your needs, expectations, and boundaries. This understanding forms the basis of a deeper and more meaningful relationship.
Creating an environment where everyone can communicate freely without fear of judgment or retribution is crucial. It allows for a more collaborative and inclusive approach to decision-making within the house, fostering a culture of trust and mutual support. While the Master has the final say, it is crucial to hear the thoughts of all members.
Before joining a Poly house, asking questions is essential to understanding the dynamics and ensuring it is the right fit. It is a significant commitment that requires trust and openness, and clarifying expectations and responsibilities minimizes misunderstandings and conflicts.
In conclusion, effective and transparent communication is essential to creating a healthy and stable relationship in a Poly house. It builds trust, fosters collaboration, and creates a culture of mutual support. Honesty and communication should be embraced by all members of a Poly house.
Anjunajune Master's WritingsFoundations: The Ethics of SadismThe ethics surrounding sadomasochistic play are perhaps among the most important in all of the BDSM community. I constantly see posts from masochists searching for a "Real Sadist", someone who knows what they are doing and they can trust. And why shouldn’t they, in this realm, we are often talking about genuine pain and the potential for real harm. Yet I continue to see those who call themself by the title, who operate without a code and believe that sadism is nothing more than a license to hurt another person. Thus, the need for a code and identify the ethics behind the title.Up-front, any attempt to identify ethics must include basic standards such as:
Both parties being of minimum legal age
Both parties being competent to legally consent
All physical and mental health considerations of both parties have been made known
The nature, depth and limits on the activities have been previously agreed to by both parties
Consent of the bottom has been given to the activities discussed without any form of duress, coercion, manipulation or barter
and finally, that safewords or some form of safeguard communication is in place that stop or pause play as necessary
Beyond the basics, however, I believe that the ethics of sadism must go beyond that. It must include a dedication to perfecting one's skills and knowledge of the craft long before you ever raise a cane, a commitment to know your bottom to a depth beyond normal play so that you possess a clear understanding of what they want and why they want it and an absolute mandate that the Sadist never brings their outside emotions, such as anger or stress, into a scene (if you are made at the world, no bottom should pay for that). Additionally, it must also include a dedication to maintain a constant awareness of a bottom's capacities throughout any scene.But the real point of the ethics of Sadism lies in the commitment to maintaining all of these beliefs and values during the heart of a scene. It is easy to be ethical before a scene begins, but as the tempo rises, as the pain threshold lies within reach, being ethically strong enough to not get carried away in the thrill and glory of the moment is an ever present challenge. It is there, in that moment when a Sadist must lean into their ethics and remember their responsibility for a bottom's safety, the commitments you made about the scope play, and the dedication to not get sloppy with either technique or intention. In the heat of the moment, you walk the fine line between pleasure and pain, ecstasy and injury, but responsibility requires a strong ethical core to keep your bottom safe and deliver wisely on the gift of the experience you deliver.For me it is the connection I make during play, either physical, as in touch, or verbal, as in checkups, communication and listening. Connection helps remind me my bottom is a person. A person who has placed their body and experiences in my hands. It humbles me and reminds me that without ethics, I am no better than a monster with a whip. It is the ethics of Sadism that keeps me human and allows me to call myself a sadist with a clear conscience.
LastSamurai A few things that need said.
One ... I am currently 58. Due to not using email this account was created with, unable to do updates... do to this was created with an email I can no longer access.
Secondly, I am very real. So don't come at Me saying you're serious .... then not be. I am not here to waste your time or Mine.
Thirdly, My divorce is final. If you need to know more just ask.
Fourthly, I am healing. And won't let the circumstances hinder Me no longer if I can help it.
Fifthly, I am working to move back to the USA by the end of 2025 at the latest. Sooner if possible.
Lastly, as life goes, curves are thrown at Us. So at 58, a new chapter is beginning. Nuff said
TulipGrace Right now I have a bruise on my thigh. I am not even sure how it happened… I think I was in a rush doing something and walked into a low table or counter or something. I vaguely remember cussing in my head as I caught my leg on something one day, but I can’t for the life of me remember what or where. I was looking at the bruise last night amused. I don’t mark easily, and I don’t mark often. It actually takes a lot to leave a mark on me, which is part of what amused me about this bruise on my leg last night. How do I not remember how it happened? It also made me think back to when I did look at porn, and some of the pictures I have seen on this site on peoples profiles that are simply unavoidable… The horrendous marks on people… That will never be me. My mind left my bruise and headed more into this life, and my desperate desire for something I really don’t want at all… The absolute quandary of the actual ache in my back side for correction, and my complete and total hate for pain. Like, I don’t secretly like pain. I don’t like it a little. I don’t like it in a house, I don’t like It with a mouse. I, ladies and gentlemen, do not like pain. Yet I fantasize about it… So, I pondered this, trying to reconcile this stupidity in my brain… Why? Why do I want it so bad it feels like a need as real as air some days? I think the pain is simply a by-product of the rest of what I want(need). Without it, the rest of it doesn’t work. What do I mean by this? Well, as anyone who has chatted with me or anyone who knows me, knows, I have a rather strong and dominate personality by nature. My submission is totally a choice I make because it is relaxing to me. My submission is a gift to someone special, and only to that person. When I used to be active in public forums and known as a sub there many dominate men often believed that meant I should act submissive all the time to all dominate people there… bwahahaha! I had come with a date I was being submissive to, not the whole crowd! I annoyed a few people. That’s okay, they annoyed me too. When I give this gift of submission to someone, it is because they are giving me a gift too. They honor me by taking care of me, keeping me safe, looking out for my best interest. My submission to them tells them I trust them to keep this true. If they intend to bring me my much-hated pain, then I know their intention is to better me as a person, and for this I am grateful. So there it is, it is about the mind, not the pain. It goes beyond this simple statement though. The entire process, start to finish, is about what goes on in the mind. From the game of how far can I push things, to the change in tone, body language, and eye contact from my man as he goes from my man to my Dom when I am skating the edge with my behaviors. The unspoken communication that tells me we have that connection. That shoots thrill through me. Then, the mental push within me, to I stop, or push it further? If I push, the soft to stern spoken warnings, and finally, when the last straw is broken, the declaration of punishment to come… Then the absolute torture and agony of waiting for the punishment, preparing to be punished, all up in my head. The mental ects of it all. That is what I crave so badly… The moment any legit pain begins, it all ends for me. I swear, whatever I did, I am sorry, and it won’t happen again any time soon, because I seriously can’t handle the pain! This girl is not a pain slut by any stretch of the imagination! If you have legit fallen in love with me and you aren’t a deep sadist, my reaction to sever pain may hurt you more than it does me. But not likely. And even after deep contemplation of all of this… I sit here aching for it all… still. smh
angeldmort Your Rage Is Somebody's Business Model
You keep complaining that you're stuck. Ugly, broke, invisible, cursed by genetics and bad luck and women who won't "settle." You've screamed this at length to anyone who will listen, usually right before explaining why nothing about it can change.
Here's a question nobody in your feed is going to ask you: who's paying their mortgage off your misery?
Think about how a dating app actually makes money. Not from you finding someone and leaving. It makes money from you staying on it — swiping, scrolling, almost-matching, checking back tomorrow. A user who finds a partner and deletes the app is a lost customer. The entire design, the whole dopamine architecture of the thing, is built to keep you engaged, not satisfied. Satisfied people log off.
Now look at your podcast feed the same way.
Every morning you feed forty-five minutes to a guy with a microphone and a jawline and a "no BS truth-telling" thumbnail. He tells you women are hypergamous liars, the deck is stacked, you were born on hard mode, and there's nothing to be done about looks or the "sexual marketplace" except maybe buy his supplement stack or his $2,000 cohort program that will fix it. You nod along. You feel understood. Then the video ends, nothing in your actual life has moved one inch, and tomorrow you'll be back for the next episode.
That's not an accident. That's the retention loop.
A guy who gets better stops showing up. He works on his social skills, gets a therapist, stops insulting the people he wants to interact with, builds a life, and — shock — starts dating. He unsubscribes. He's cured, and cured customers don't renew. So the incentive of anybody monetizing your despair points one direction: keep you engaged enough to need tomorrow's episode, never healed enough to close the app for good.
Compare that to an actual doctor, who wants you well and gone, whose whole ethical structure is built around making themselves obsolete to you. None of the guys selling you "alpha mindset" seem to want that. The diagnosis never changes. Only the product line does.
This is the same principle as the Emotional Bank Account, run backwards — instead of somebody making deposits into your life, they're renting you a story where you're the permanent victim of a rigged system, and charging a subscription to keep hearing it. You're not paying for solutions. You're paying for permission to stay exactly where you are while feeling smart about it.
It's a genuinely brilliant business model, credit where due. Feminism is Cancer, the wall, hypergamy, 80/20 — none of it requires you to do anything except watch, agree, and maybe buy the branded protein powder. Compare that to "go to therapy, work on your listening skills, get comfortable being told no sometimes, build an actual personality outside your grievance" — which is boring, slow, occasionally humiliating, and does not have a thumbnail.
You already know what outcome you want, presumably. You just haven't asked whether the people supplying your information also want you to have it. Their KPI isn't your happiness. It's your watch time.
If you genuinely want a partner — Dominant, submissive, vanilla, whatever — the first, least sexy, most necessary step is auditing who's been telling you it's impossible, and asking honestly whether that person profits from you believing them.
MistressWhipplash It's a soggy Saturday here in Essex, UK what's everyone up to?
My shopping was done, all domestic was done for me so I am relaxing today after working all week. With a few late nights working too today chilling listening to the rain under a cover works for me. Thinking about the show and tell mix of my edits in chapter 10 of 25.
I haven't written any songs for a while but I will. The art is flowing from me so the next stage to turn them digital will progressed once my edited manuscript goes to readers. Meanwhile I gather hand drawn designs and store them in a box folder.
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
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TO ANYONE WHO BLOCKED ME OR GHOSTED ME
Thank you.
When a person ghosts or blocks me I think it says more about them than it does about me.
When someone ghosts or blocks me I say a little prayer. Well, that's not the first thing I do. The first thing I do is to probably to say a few little curse words --- just a few of my favorites --- and then I say a little prayer. I say the prayer because I am thankful that I dodged a bullet.
I think that people who ghost or block others are weak and cowardly. They don't have the strength of character, integrity, honesty, or courage that I want, in fact, require in anyone that I am associated with whether it be a friend, a submissive, a colleague, or anyone else. They are doing me a favor by ghosting or blocking me because I am better off without them.
urfootonmyneck I started undergrad in 1973, a medium- sized state university, i was footing the bill & money was tight so I went to student services to see their listings for jobs. There were the usual, dining hall jobs, a few being ushers & security at some sporting events, a couple for maintanance & groundskeeping, then I saw one for art department figure model & it paid $15 an hour, unheard of in the early 1970's, I put my name & number on the list & crossed my fingers. A couple of days later there was a notice in my dorm room mailbox to call the art department offices & ask for Ms. So & So. I decided to prove I was real go-getter & drop by the office. Met with the lady, a graduate assistant, & she told me what the job entailed, Tuesday & Thursday evenings, 7-9:30 PM, nude figure drawing mostly, there may be some painting, there could be private sessions for more advanced work but that was to be negotiated with the individual, the school wasn't paying. She offered me the job, said they were hiring one male, one female but we'd never be doing the same class at the same time. I jumped at the chance as I had a strong CMNM interest at the time.
More to come, watch this space.
DomSilver I am so disappointed. Again.
Where are the REAL submissives, that will take a Mistress a priority, instead of when Im done work, project.
If you know you can't commit to a Mistress a lot, then say so up front or don't bother wasting her time with lies.
I want an obedient, submissive male that will obey and serve My pleasures. I enjoy keeping my slave in bondage, and expect it to know its place even in vanilla.
A sub/slave knows its true purpose is to serve, but if you are in a relationship, working full time, or just a computer slave, then say so or leave Me alone. The lies, the bullshit, the waist of time is so frustrating.
Ive given up twice, but come back again hoping to find a real slave searching for a life time Mistress.
I know red flags, but some of you are good liars or just too cowardly to meet. Now im extra careful.
why bother at all.............
ExecutivePet This morning I saw the following on a profile from a heterosexual dom who has a wickledly fun screen name that gets my attention every time I see it. He asks,
"What can a straight male Dom do for a male slave? I am at a loss as to what I can do for male subs and slaves and why they look at my profile when I say no men?"
So, I thought I would answer this. For the most simple response, speaking on behalf of all the kinky gays, someone with a great screen name like "IAMTHEBESTMASTER", or similar, makes one look no matter what they have between their legs. Second, sometimes a profile just slips through with the "couple" selection and/or even states sub males on the interest choices.
Finally, speaking for me and I assume a select group of kinky gays, this is not about sex for me. I am driven by masculinity and, on my sub side, authority. Having a straight dom take control and train me like a naked employee where the need to please and be pleased is not based on sexual attraction is quite hot and will make me a better man all the way around. Also, it's just fun to look at what you can't have sometimes.
So, there is my response.
TotalOwnerforslave Dinning Out with slave
I expect My slave was excited. At least I was hoping it would generate expectations in its little brain. it had not been fed solid food in the last ten days. it was being treated to My lose weight regime. Yes, it had lost a little, but, far from the goal I had determined for it.
Outside its cage I had enjoyed leaving pizza fresh from the oven in order that it might enjoy its denial. Actually, I doubt it was ‘enjoying’ smelling the pizza while slowly starving. What it enjoys is not an issue of My particular concern. Needless to say, I enjoyed its discomfort. In its journal it was recording dreams of gorging itself on delicious pizza. So, I offered a torture by way of tantalus for My pleasure.
In any case I watched its face closely as I announced it would be accompanying Me out to dinner. it had just finished its required ten miles on the tread mill and was sweating profusely. I let it catch its breath and cool down to the point of an onset of chill. I took a bight of a large corn-beef sandwich while its eyes devoured the sight of My pleasure. I slowly chewed the sandwich while My slave involuntarily chewed nothing but saliva.
When it seemed to be at the point of crying with the frustration of dental and hunger, I swallowed to clear My mouth and, negligently dropping the half eaten sandwich on the floor, I began to speak.
“Slave, tonight it will accompany Me to dinner out. I will allow it to wear ladies panties, the tight little boy shorts and a T-shirt. it will play chauffeur to the restaurant. it will sit on its hands and not speak without a nod of approval from Me. Before I go out to eat, I will beat it in order that it might keep its servile position in life firmly in its mind. I grant it the opportunity ask a question now about tonight’s adventure. Remember, any answer including punishment for any impertinence I perceive must elicit profound gratitude from it. Ask now, slave.”
Poor thing, it could not resist the crying need it felt for, at a minimum, the prospect of receiving food. “Master will it be fed tonight?” To which I responded with a series of face slaps. At each it did as it had been trained and forced its face up to face slapping position with its eyes firmly fixed on mine. No matter how hard I struck its impertinent cheeks it thanked Me profusely for a number of things. The ‘things’ included that it was receiving attention from a Better, it had the opportunity to serve, that it was learning etc.
Later that day, still wondering if it would be fed, the slave although in advanced years of age was dressed much like a little boy included Buster Brown shoes was kneeling by the front door waiting to drive Me to My repast.
As I approached the door ready to leave My residence, I thought I heard My slave properties stomach growl its protest at the lack of something to digest. Darn if I thought I heard the same little growl as I passed it through the door it held open to the interior of My car. I gave it the destination from My comfortable seat. I suspect the slave was pleased to be driving rather than locked in the trunk of the car as it usually was.
It did a competent job of driving, holding the door for me at the entrance of the restaurant and then parking the car. I enjoyed the sight of it running back to me to open the door of the eating establishment. When I announced My name we were conducted to a both. My slave used a handkerchief it carried for just such occasions to wipe down the seat I was about to occupy. As I sat, it waited at the ready should I require anything else in the moment.
When I was comfortable, I took a moment to survey the table. The linen tablecloth was spotless and was not overly starched. The flatware was sterling, the plates were all porcelain and the glass all crystal. It pleased Me to see such an elegant setting before me. All the while My slave property maintained a standing posture ramrod straight with eyes focused on My face waiting for instructions.
I casually looked at My adoring chattel and nodded slightly. At this indication from Me it took its seat on its hands.
The reader may skip the following digression. Sitting on one’s hands sounds simple enough. However, hand sitting is far from comfortable. The reader might like to try a little experiment and spend some time sitting on hands for a while. The longe one sits in that fashion the less comfort afforded. Further, there is the question of palms up or down. Up or down question in My realm depends on the surface the ass is to rest on. A hard surface with palms up leaves discomfort to mount slowly to the ass while the back of the hands almost immediately suffer from the weight of the sitter and the hard surface the knuckles and back of hand are pressed into. A soft cushion, such as the current eatery provided would receive the back of the hand with grace and ease. However, if the hands are palm down, the soft surface causes the hands to bend backward and over time gain certain agony to the sitter. Guess which way My slave property had been trained to orient its palms?
Water was in each of the crystal water glasses provided. There was a carafe of H2O on the table as well. I sipped My water while I perused the menu. My slave property kept its eyes on My face should I require anything, even as its thirst remained unquenched. I discarded the wine list. My drinking days are long past. However, I was aware My slave was a drinker (the reader should note the past tense.)
The waitress arrived to collect the order. She enquired about drink preference. Noting My decline and nothing by way of speech from My companion, went on to the food question. My order was rather simple, a crab cocktail, followed by a caesar salad, main course of prime rib.
“And for the gentleman?” enquired the wait person after turning to face it.
I watched as My slave’s face reddened ever so slightly. I looked forward to reading its journal entry regarding this whole dinner, especially, its reaction to the “for the gentleman” inquiry. I sadistically savored its quandary of imperative sustenance need and secure knowledge it was to have only what I allowed.
“You may bring one dry piece of toasted white bread, please.”
With a very well, Sir, she turned to place the order with the cook.
“it may have a sip of water, slave.” Of course My slave property could not resist taking more than a sip. It even allowed some liquid to dribble down its chin as it downed half a glass. “Remind Me, slave, to beat it severally for taking more than a sip and for removing hands from under its ass without permission.”
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. worshipru123 I'm not seeking the professional Dominatrix or the self-appointed Domme. I'd rather have the enthusiastic amateur looking for her person, with complementary interests, measuring happiness not by material things but with time spent together.
Now this might seem contradictory, given I like assertive women but I'm not looking to be bossed around all the time, dislike being bitched at, and would rather not deal with any woman who is constantly in a foul mood and needs to take it out on someone else. Sure, once in a while, for fun is acceptable but calm, even-tempered, and balanced is the personality type I seek. Add in loving and supportive; something too many 18-year-old pro-doms seem not to understand. And I'll keep money out of it as well, thank you.
Mistresscherrypie You know what’s exhausting?
Trying to find a cuck who doesn’t think this whole thing is just porn with extra steps.
I say I want a cuckold dynamic, and suddenly it’s like a casting call for some low-budget fantasy film—every message is dripping in desperation, humiliation scripts, and requests to be called a “worthless beta” before we’ve even exchanged actual names. Sir, I don’t even know if you can hold a conversation, let alone your composure.
I’m not here to be your fetish vending machine. I want a cuck. Not a walking orgasm who calls me “Goddess” and short circuits the minute I say I’ve slept with someone else. I want the real power dynamic. The psychological play. The emotional tension. The devotion. The surrender that goes deeper than a dick pic and a dream.
I want a man who’s secure enough to be insecure in front of me—who can handle the ache and arousal of knowing I’ll take what I want, with or without his permission. Someone who craves the emotional weight of being left out, not just the messy details.
Where are the men who want to serve and surrender without turning the entire experience into a script from some recycled femdom clip? Can you be still? Can you be present? Can you feel it instead of just stroking to it?
That’s what I want,But until then, I guess I’ll keep sifting through the inbox circus. At this rate, I’ll find a real cuck after I find Bigfoot and a man who reads full profiles.
one can dream right
quirkylittle4daddy Breakbot, Playful Vibes, and Devotion: A Synergy of Sound and Connection part 2
Your post is incredibly heartfelt and vibrant! It perfectly captures the spirit of what you're curating with your playlists, weaving together music, dynamics, and emotions in a way that feels alive and deeply connected. Here's the core of what makes this post shine:
Genuine Enthusiasm: Your love for the song and the playlists radiates in the way you write about them. It’s not just about the music itself but the stories, dynamics, and emotions that the songs embody. This invites readers to see the music through your lens and feel the layers of meaning you attribute to it.
Relatable Imagery: Mentioning figures like Mr. Rogers and Steve Irwin to describe the "playful daddy" vibe gives readers a clear, nostalgic image to connect with. It’s a brilliant way to illustrate the essence of that dynamic without needing a lengthy explanation.
Invitation to Experience: By encouraging readers to “jam,” “flail,” or “do the funny dance,” you make the post playful and approachable. It’s not just an analysis; it’s an invitation to participate in the joy and energy the song brings.
Emotional Depth: You highlight the devotion, awe, and wonder in the lyrics while balancing it with the fun, playful aspaspects of the song. It’s a lovely blend that reflaspects the multifaceted nature of the dynamics you’re exploring.
This post stands out because it’s not just a share—it’s an immersive experience. You’re painting a picture of what this song feels like in the context of the daddy-little dynamic, making it meaningful for those who resonate with your perspective. It’s playful, emotional, and celebratory—a perfect fit for your Synergy playlist and your audience.
atlbound4fun Continuing our profile…
We are an intelligent, attractive andrather atypical couple who are younger than our years and tend to stand out and get noticed (in alluring ways). He is an experienced top with a naturally dominant and assertive personality who has a rich variety of experience ranging from mild sexualbondage to harder-core BDSM and always enjoys tying up both squirmy rope bunnies and distressed damsels for fun or more fiendish things. She is a bottom and aspiring switch who, despite a somewhat dominant and assertive personality, enjoys being bound and sexually (ab)used.WE ARE NOT what you would expect of an older couple either in looks, lifestyle or outlook.
Our sex life has never been vanilla and BDSM has always been an occasional part of that but we are not thestereotypical D/s couple. We also aren't wildly promiscuous, we don't view any of this as a lifestyle and we don't feel the need to live up to real or imaginary lifestyle stereotypes. Our interests tend to be more interested in things along the lines of ‘forced’ bondage and sexual fantasies with some S&M overtones rather than the more mainstream D/s dynamic (e.g. expectations of servitude or passive submissive roles).
We’re seeking social connections with others who share some of our interests and desires but we realize that quality, compatibility and timing can be rather elusive. Given the right mutual chemistry and connection we’d be open to other things but we’re not interested in quick or indiscriminate hookups so our focus is on socializing, either publicly or privately, without other expectations. Although we are mainly interested in connecting with other couples, we’d be open to women (either curious or experienced) who piqued our interest.A proverbial female rope bunny, either single or part of a couple, who craves being the subject of creative rope bondage encounters would be an interesting find as well.
In general, we tend to be most compatible with those who aren’t defined by the expectations of others (especially in the BDSM realm) and have a healthy view of their sexuality and sexual interests. Other desirable qualities include: the ability to hold an intelligent conversation, reasonably height/weight proportionate, in decent shape, non-smoker and NOT a heavy drinker or drug user. Although age is fairly open and not a significant concern to us, couples in their 50s or 60s are probably a better fit. Especially those whose looks and lifestyle belie their years. But regardless, there are expectations of somewhat unique character, maturity, quality and social fit. Obviously there should be an interest in BDSM and the willingness to socially connect without anyexpectations. Experience is always a plus but a strong interest, desire or curiosity are far more important.We are not overbearing or pushy and would likely be a couple that others, regardless of experience or nervousness, would be comfortable meeting socially. Respect and discretion expected and always assured.
DeathMechanic What do I seek in a submissive?
The submissive I seek is between the ages of 18-40. Body type well proportioned. Not model status, but pleasing to the eyes. I'm sorry but I just don't have an attraction to BBW or SSBBW type of women. Ideally I would like to be able to lift my sub up in my arms, or throw her over my shoulder even. Though I am not opposed to women that are thicker than normal if they take care of themselves. A woman that is not completely indecisive and has an idea about what she wants in any manner of her life. Often times it does not matter to me what choices she makes, just as long as she make a choice. She should be masochistic, enjoying spankings, paddlings, floggings, roughness, bites, and bruises on the ass, to name a few things that I enjoy to dish out. These are just things that come to my mind the quickest and are by no means completely set in stone. I am willing to make some exceptions based on the mind and personality of the submissive, that WOW factor if you will. I do not have a desire for long-distance relationships, so any inquiries should be made by a submissive in the same state as me. However distance does not matter if you just want to be friendly and chat me up for fun. Nothing wrong with making new friends.
kinkysissy29 There's always a debate on what a sissy is. I found this diion and it's pretty accurate for me:
I think you are more suited to being kept as a submissive fetish sissy. When most people talk about a shemale they mean a girl who has a cock - a girl who uses her cock... A frilly fetish sissy is something else entirely. A fetish sissy is not even allowed to have a cock - we call it her clitty and we treat it like a clitty - keeping it in locked chastity. The more needy (horny) a fetish sissy gets, the more she becomes controlled by her clitty and quite quickly she finds herself doing utterly humiliating things to please her superiors without so much as a whimper - in fact, she often begs for more of the same. She is overwelmed with the desire to suck cocks or be bent over to be butt fucked to obtain her erotic pleasure. To become a submisive creature that wants men to subjugate her and use her to satisfy all their sexual desires and perversions. Using her and sissifying her as a sexual toy for their pleasure and orgasmic release. Her oral and anal slut holes just cock receptacles to be filled with hot cum. A sissy sexslave as it were, obediently doing everything she is told no matter how humiliating it might be. Her desire for utter and total submission and humiliation compels her to obey without question.
If you google shemale, youll be directed to sites of TS girls fucking males. If you google sissy, youll find frilly little creatures, often dressed in extremely fetish feminine attire getting fucked by a strap-on cock or a real mans cock. Often the sissy is on her knees submissively sucking a mans cock like a good sissy cumslut. I think you are the latter. I think you are a submissive fetish sissyslut.
I think what you need is to have every trace of male left in you removed until you are hopelessly feminine in the most exaggerated ways possible. Totally transed into a hot sexy slave bitch, then dressed, displayed and used as one.
Your clitty needs to be locked away and the only way you would be allowed to find orgasmic relief is by being penetrated with stiff hungry cock or a dildo. Your libido and lust turned inward, your slutty desires only satisfied by phallic anal insertion or a mouth full of hard cock. Soon you will find your hips wantonly grinding up to meet your penetrator to attain your orgasmic femme sissy relief. Soon you will crave the company of dominant horny males seeking to use you as a cock slut for their pleasure and perversions.
Now picture yourself like that - deliriously horny - tightly corsetted, locked in a chastity belt with large butt plug stretching your rosebud and filling your bottom, dressed in frills, garters, nylons, panties, petticoats, short revealing skirts, fetish leather or rubber, open ass hobble skirts, locked in the steepest stiletto high heels or ballet boots, ribbons, satin, latex and lace, often humiliated even in public. Often kept in some form of restrictive bondage, your will or choice to resist your male suitors completely removed. Forced to submit to horny men orally and anally on a regular basis, transed into a willing and wanton cocksucking cumslut sissy Does that sound like you? Yes it most certainly does.
SaltLifeFemDom Ever flown a FemDom across the country for a first date?
I'm a huge Frank Turner fan. He's currently doing a 50 states in 50 days U.S. tour. Thus far, I've made it to 4 of them - MD, PA, NY and NJ. My east coast boytoy can't make it to the west coast shows, so I'm in need of a new one. If interested, I'm looking at Seattle on 7/22, Phoenix on 7/28, L.A. on 7/30 and/or Honolulu HI on 8/1. Making it to the L.A. show and then to Hawaii would be epic!
Message Me with a clothed, tasteful photo if interested...
UPDATE: Made it to the show in LA--so much fun!!
MasterMayDomme NEW!! THE MEDIEVAL DUNGEON - ITALY
The Medieval Dungeon is fully equipped with suspended bed, stocks, St Andrew’s Cross and full length spanking bench and bondage table and more.
There is plenty of opportunity for play, pleasure and pain! The Medieval Boudoir is also available with two beds should you wish to chill out away from the Dungeon area. There is even plenty of space on the grounds for BDSM outdoor play and camping if it's your thing freedom and privacy guaranteed.
The Medieval Dungeon is available to be booked for long decadent weekends or you can tailor your retreat to suit yourself by arrangement from the end of March.
BDSM * CFNM * Domination * Flogging * Discipline * Corrective Therapy * Bondage * Spanking * & much more…bondage table so there will plenty of opportunity for play, pleasure and pain!
IM HERE TO BOOK YOUR TIME IN THIS BEAUTIFUL RETREAT I shall be inresidence from the 26th March should you wish to visit me.
DirtyDarling Growing out of touchWith myself -This is me;trying to stay afloatand trying to stayon this boat and clingto a motivational quoteand a big fat jolly emote.Trying to put on my sugar coat andKeep this sicknote in mytote, as i deepthroatAnother dose of thisworld's useless antidote.But then this is mewhen You touch me;i sing notes in octave CAnd become a born again devoteto your lifeboat of keynotes,And i realize all along my scapegoatWas an incredible sinking u-boat.~ dirtydarling (8.27.23)
CosmicCunt LOL Some of ya'll are just pulling My leg now...
..."Another one gone, another one gone, another one bites the dust...yeah"
I'm learning to embrace this process. No doubt other dominants will agree, this 'finding' process hones you to a fine instrument of decisiveness and determination and deliverance.
One unfortunate aspect, at least in My experience, is that the nincompoops flood ones bloody inbox with so much wasting of time that they bury the sincere inquiries. Oh well, THANK God I have some hopefulls in the wings. Let's say a prayer they fly true and straight!
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I've been wanting to say a word to all the dominant and submissive men I've had the pleasure of speaking with here who are or who have been caregivers (admitely I don't often speak with women caregivers). The amount of you who have cared for mothers and wives, Mistresses and sisters, daughters, grandmothers, aunts and on... You have surprised Me with your care and your strength, inturn sharing your strength with Me and adding to My own convictions and care. THANK YOU for all that you do! You all are true gems and what would the world be like if not for the men who care for us? For those of you whose loves have passed on, My heart goes out to you as you journey foward after the battle you have endured. May you find peace and kindness and mutual hearts to heal after the storm. For those of you who continue on as I do, nurturing those whom we love and care for, may you find the strength to continue giving your grace and goodness. I hold a tender place in My heart for those who give of theirself and I pray for us all ways. May God bless you and keep you and those whom you love, in grace. You are not alone and you are loved.
AKRONOHIOMAN July 14, 2024 - Coach get raped again
Coach came over for another visit. It was a Sunday evening after I had worked and I was exhausted. But I always have time for some hot sex.
He arrived right on time and since he has visited numerous times before, I didn't bother to meet him in the driveway. I just opened the garage door which was his signal to come in.
During one of his first visits, I had a milk carton crate out in the garage with a sign on it that said, "useless pieces of human flesh need to strip and put all their clothing in the crate before entering" (or something like that)
Even though the sign is no longer there, he's into the habit of stripping naked in the back of the garage before coming through the door into the family room. I don't even bother to close the garage door since he is getting naked in the far back corner of the garage. When he entered the family room I was sitting in my chair and I stood up and we headed straight upstairs for some fun.
I laid down on my bed on my back and started playing with my cock. He didn't need an invitation, he knew I wanted my cock sucked. He slid onto the bed from the bottom positioning himself between my legs and latched on to my cock. I laid back enjoying the feeling of his warm mouth on my cock. Honestly, I just dropped off into daydreaming while enjoying the wonderful feeling of my cock going between his lips.
Occasionally I would reach down and guide his head to control the speed or depth of my cock down his throat. Sometimes I would throw my leg up over his back to pull him down onto my cock. Sometimes both legs up over his back locking his head into place as a bucked my hips forcing my cock into his throat until he would choke.
After quite a while I started wondering if his mouth, jaws, or throat were getting sore... But then I realized, I really didn't care. I was enjoying myself too much.
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LittleReaper There should be a place to go where you can fuck and feed. I remember with my ex we had sex pretty much 24/7. Call it the fuck and feed.
Never found someone to keep up and even he complained about too much sex. Alas he was the only one I could just make/go get a sammich and we went right back it. We had sex in all the strange places graveyards temples churches, besides anywhere outside We didn't discriminate.
This one time I dropped off my friend told him I'd pick him up in an hour my ex and I had sex in the car for the whole day we never stopped. My friend walked to my car (which was a parking lot) knocked on the window and said "some hour it's been over 12". My ex and I honestly thought it was like 10 mins. I have no regrets - just miss the sex all the time every time with a massive BBC. This i something of the past I don't want to stay there would like a repeat thanks
emptysoultoown 128 Basic slave Rules
i will serve, obey and please my owner.
Above all else my primary focus shall be to please my owner hoping that He finds me pleasing in all that I do, whether i am in His presence or not. my owner knows of my potential, learning more about me in each day i am with Him. He trusts that i will act in accordance with what He perceives of my potential - He knows what is best for me and how important it is that i set a good example for other females who may be present around me.
i worship my owner
i worship my owner body.
The power of my owner fills me with awe. Just the sheer thought of Him or the hearing of His voice gives me strength.
To receive pleasure i must earn it.
i worship my owner whip.
i trust my owner responsibilities, Her skills, Her hunger and needs, and Her concern for my safety, my emotional, psychological, social, sexual, and physical health.
i am nothing more than an of great value - an instrument owner will use to draw out His pleasures.
i will ask my owner for permission to satisfy whatever need i have before acting on it.
my body and mind are the property of my owner
i must always give thanks to my owner for all i am given immediately after receiving what He has given me, for such things are gifts or privileges granted to me by Him.
i must be both specific and explicit in my speech.
Pegstresss Guess What?
You've been rejected.
No long explanations. No closure. No friendship offers. No “maybe later.” Just a big, bold, unapologetic NO.
And don’t worry...I won’t block you. Blocking would imply I need peace from you. But I don’t. I want you to sit in the front row for my rise.
I want you to watch me glow, knowing full well you’ll never touch it. I want you tormented by the fact that someone like me was once within reach, but now I'm a constellation you’ll never map again.
Consider this my final gift to you:
A lifetime subscription to spectator status.
Enjoy the show, peasant. This is my FUCK YOU à la mode
topped with success and served cold.
As a sadist this really tickles my soul and warms my heart!
Toilet4Covenant This profile is severely out dated and with the current way that it takes forever to get your account re approved and reviewed , im worried about loosing contact with amazing people , so im updating here first.
Ok firstly this is no longer a Dominant profile , I gave it a go for a partner but it was not for me .
I much prefer the slave lifestyle and to be owned n controlled , and I very heavily prefer the absolutely sadistic and more intense Experiences all the way around.
I'm seeking a Hellashish amount of CBT , and would absolutely adore it if I could find an owner or owners that would want to use me partially or fully as their personal toilet .
Open to.relocation , although it'd have to be a live in , even if out in the barn , type of situation.
I'm very open minded and just want to find a home that will enjoy torturing and hurting the every living bajeebus out of me on a regular , who would benefit from my labors. Skills and dedication of time , energy and life to them.
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
susananne61 I really do need to find a man to take me in for retraining. Since my last LTR ended I have been unable to find anybody of the calibre needed to properly dominate me. And properly dominated I need to be.
If you are the sort of man who would grab me by my blonde hair and unceremoniously put me over your knees, push my skirt up off my bum, pull my panties down as I squealed and kicked around and give me a thrashing for nothing more than pouting my disapproval at you when you told me to do something.
If you are the sort of man who is comfortable enough in your ownership of me to publically humiliate me and/or lend me out to one of your mates occasionally.
If you are the sort of man who would keep a variety of implements in the wardrobe solely to punish me with and used them on me regularly whether I misbehaved or not just to keep me in my place and because you enjoyed doing it.
If you are the sort of man who would make sure that I always had fresh welts and whip marks on me to demonstrate your complete ownership and domination of me.
If you are the sort of man who would lock me in the garage, shed or spare room for hours on end to give me plenty of time to reflect on my shortcomings before coming in to administer a good thrashing to me.
If you are the sort of man who would take great pleasure in seeing me hog tied and gagged, struggling on the floor.
If you are the sort of man who would give me a good slap across the side of my face hard enough to send me sprawling if I back chatted you.
If you are the sort of man who would expect a girl to know her place, do all your housework, do it to your expectations and do it with a smile on her face or else.
If you are the sort of man who, while watching the footy on TV and I was doing a big pile of ironing in the laundry, would shout out to me for a beer and expect me to immediately fetch it from the fridge, open it and put it into a beer cooler before hurrying to hand it to you with a smile on my face.
If you are the sort of man who would not allow me to leave the house or do anything without your permission and who dictates to me what I should be wearing.
If you are the sort of man who would take great pleasure from watching me squirm and squeal on the floor as your belt leaves bright red welts on my bum, thighs and back.
If you are the sort of man whom I would be a little bit frightened of.
If you are the sort of man who expaspects me to be dressed like a girl should be dressed to please a man, in miniskirts, short dresses, sexy panties, heels and stockings.
If you are the sort of man who would occasionally reward me by treating me like a lady even though we both know that I’m nothing but your slut.
If you are the sort of man who is intelligent, articulate, financially stable and is prepared to put in the work on me to give me the life that I deserve.
If you are even some of those things you are a real man and a rare man. Where are you?
I NEED YOU!
HausVonHerrin
PLEASE DO NOT SEND ONE LINE MESSAGES AND PLEASE READ THIS SHORTENED PROFILE BEFORE WRITING. IT'S UNLIKELY THAT YOUR PROFILE WILL ADDRESS ALL THE ISSUES I MENTION HERE SO I MAY NOT WRITE TO YOU EVEN IF I LOOKED AT YOUR PROFILE EVEN IF WE MIGHT BE A GOOD FIT. IF YOU HAVE AN INTEREST OR THINK IT'S POSSIBLE WE COULD FIT IT WOULD BE A GOOD THOUGHT FOR YOU TO WRITE AND FIND OUT......
Because this site mangles punctuation and foreshortens some words I have tried to get around some of the issues as best I can. Please don't think we are illiterate and don't have good communications skills.
We suppose the best thing is to eliminate the majority of people on this site who don't fit with what we're seeking. That is not a judgement since not being right for us doesn't mean you're not right for many people here. We are seeking a slave or two who can be comfortable being owned by a fairly radically liberal Dominant man. We have cats and 2 Great Danes so pet allergies are a problem. We need to live with bdsm as the focus of our household so custodial children won't work. Even though many people think I am younger than my years I am old and probably only going to be able to function as a Master for another 15 years or so. Once a family is established we will seek another dominant to be mentored and groomed to provide continuity for the family but there are no guarantees. Even so I still expect a one hundred percent buy in and c0mmitment. That literally means NOTHING held back, total honesty and devotion. Anyone afraid of hard work, total honesty or keeping a daily written journal won't work out long run.
I've been a live in slave owner most of my adult life but still have a lot to learn. If you need someone who has all the answers or can tell you exactly what you'll be doing in a year that's not me. My experience is each relationship is unique and takes on a life of it's own meaning as we each grow and evolve together our path will open up in front of us but neither of us can know exactly where it leads until we're on it.
We are a sadistic male dominant Master and his masochistic but highly service oriented slave. We work hard at living bdsm full time and still have active careers and time for the vanilla world. We are very liberal, open minded, caring and dedicated to our way of life. Master is experienced and even skilled with over 50 years in bdsm communities and having owned live in slaves for most of that time. He is not judgemental and can probably address most any fetish or bdsm need you may have if he beleives you are capable of dealing with the outcome of living it as part of your way of life.We seek open, honest, drama free and not jealous slaves to join us in creating a caring small bdsm poly family. We don't tolerate bigotry of any kind. The mantra of ALL OF US BEING ON THE SAME TEAM might explain a lot. We require an extraordinary amount of c0mmitment, complete honesty and devotion. The ability to trust and share everything going on for you is critical.Together as a family I expect us all to work for common goals, be supportive of one another, always be excited and willing to explore further everything in bdsm. Adventuresome and self aware of your need to serve and live bdsm would be good. I am flexible and will consider slaves of any legal age or gender or situation as in couples, singles or even an existent poly family because everyone has something to offer that could be useful to this poly family at each stage in their lives. But do keep in mind I ask for and expect a lot from slaves, That means literally 100 percent from you whatever that turns out to be. We believe we offer a lot in return and if we connect this is an extraordinary opportunity for you and us. Please write if you feel an interest. We hate to waste your and our time if you cant envision an older owner or being expected to stay in slave space mindset almost all the time. There is a lot that we havent said here but again in the interest of not wasting your time I will stop and have more to share if you have an interest. We always answer questions as honestly as possible, feel free to ask anything.
Byrdie I understand that this may sound bizarre to some folks, but I have an idea regarding the slow turnaround time for getting a profile updated here: only update your profile when you're considering taking a break from the site.
Check your profile: what age does it list you as? If you haven't joined within the past year, it's probably not your current age. Rather than requesting a birthdate, CollarSpace asks us for our age. To keep an accurate profile, we'd have to edit it once a year. If you're taking a break anyway, maybe adjust your age to one year into the future - or however long your breaks from this site usually take - so that it has a chance of being accurate upon your return.
Look at your photos: do you still look like that? Has your hair, body shape, or anything else changed at all? Before putting your profile on hiatus, consider updating your photos to be current.
What about your location? Have you moved? Are you planning to move? Why not update that as well?
Will your profile be perfectly accurate upon your return? Maybe, maybe not. Will it be much more accurate than it would be if you left it alone? Almost certainly, and you wouldn't have had to get grumpy about the wait.
pizzapuppiescows Clocks. Have we talked of this before? It feels familiar. Let's set the stage. There are four clocks in my bedroom - one on a surface against each wall, and one of those clocks also casts onto the ceiling. Basically, open your eyes wherever you are and you can easily know the time. Or a time. For six months of the year I live in the wrong time. I do not adjust my clocks for daylight savings. Which means I have to remember, at 3 in the morning when I look at the clock to see how much longer I can sleep, if the clocks are accurate or if I need to do basic math in my head.
One clock kept randomly alarming. I gave up, it's unplugged. Down to three and a ceiling. Whenever it was that the power went out months ago, it knocked out all of the clocks but one. Meh, good enough. One clock it is. Yesterday I was tidying up and reset two of the three clocks and the ceiling. It's a small thing (that's what she said), but it made me happy to look at that one other clock from where I was sitting and also see the ceiling time. And then four hours later the storm knocked out the power for thirty seconds. Sigh. But okay. This morning I reset them. I came home to blinking clocks again. Why, Universe?
I am back to my one original clock, currently no math needed. Unlike the kitchen appliance clocks that basically hold your cooking rights hostage until you set the time, I don't have to deal with bedroom clock terrorists. I'll try again in a few months. Maybe.
dancesonstarlight This slave object loves being Masters pain slut. All the dark and wonderful ways Master makes me and will make me suffer are delectable. No thoughts aside from pleasing Master and doing as property is told. I crave his use and the pain Master inflicts on my flesh. Just discussing with him the dark and twisted things he wishes to do to me gets me riled up and shuts my brain off so quickly. I'm enjoying every second of my training because learning to please him is everything to me. The impact to my face every time he sees me feels jarring, shocking, and like affectionate brutality, making me feel whole, loved, and happy. It's quite possibly my new love language.
An object has no thoughts, no say, and that is what I am. Owned by the best Master and Owner a slave object like me could ever hope to have. I'm happiest when I am pleasing him. I cannot wait to be closer in proximity to him like he has planned for our future. To serve daily at his feet and under his guidance, however he wants me to. To bring that gleam to his eyes and that devious smile to his face. It's the best feeling in the world to me.
Dez580 Now the summer is over I find I am in demand again spanking single women and couples. from the initial contact to planning a meet and the actual session is very important to me so there is no confusion about me and what I do.
However I find it increasingly annoying that after such preparation , they do not simply turn up , I am accomodating them a lot of the time, but they do not have the courtesy just to say they have changed their mind. As I am a strict , dominant disciplarian, not a BDSM master, they know with me it will revolve around spanking. I am a red blood straight male and I do have sexual needs, but I do not impose these on ladies an dcouples who just want a spanking based experience.
My frustration is that many call themselves submissive , but haven't any good manners or share mutual trust and respect. I have been spanking for over 35 years, but haven't known it to be like this before. Sorry about my rant
I have though had several wonderful encounters in the past couple of weeks and great feedback too from lasses and couples, all shapes and sizes. I do prefer to deal with those 40 and above as they seem to know what they want from someone like me
alenaslight What can we get from this chapter of the bible symbolically?
Edom: Kingdom of Esau (carnal mind/flesh)
Jacob: Tribe of Judah (spiritual mindset)
Well we can see throughout scripture that the Edomites were disregarding the spiritual things and had a carnal mind. They took things by force and lacked patience for cultivation and growth. They were prideful and they held grudges and were hateful.
God pronounced judgement on them for their pride and for them not letting Israel pass through safely. He said because they say who can bring me down that He would bring them down and have them despised.
Edom stood by when strangers took captivity of Jacob's army. Edom was a brother to Jacob who is in the Tribe of Judah. Yet Edom acted like the strangers which took Jacob's army into captivity. Do not gloat, rejoice, speak arrogantly, or stand at a crossroads to slaughter the escapees when the Tribe of Judah is attacked because the day of the Lord against all the nations is near. The way you treat others will come back on your own head. There will be no survivors of the house of Esau and the house of Jacob will become a fire to set the stubble ablaze and consume Edom. The kingship will be the Lord's. The ones who care about their spiritual health and have a relationship with the Lord will be safe but those who continue in the flesh will be wiped away. There is more to life than fleshly desires and carnal things.
Those who are in Zion and left over in Jerusalem will be called holy. The survivors whom the Lord calls. Zion can refer to the "pure in heart". Jerusalem means city of peace and holy. Jerusalem is also used as a symbol for the redeemed state of humanity and also signifies a place of deep religious connections, divine presence, and the pursuit of peace.
Get in Jesus while you can and remember to be loving towards everyone. Don't be fleshly carrying out the desires of the flesh. Have a spiritual appetite for the spiritual things. And remember don't gloat or rejoice in someone's downfall. Love your enemies it's commanded and judge not. Be encouraging with one another lifting each other back up. If you love Jesus you will observe his commands and he will love you back. Faith without works is dead. Come on!! It's time to wake up from our slumber and cultivate a relationship with Jesus. He's coming back and coming soon. Will you be fo
und ready?
GrantLB After talking with someone on here recently I've done a lot of thinking about my desire to submit and be bound. I had never really thought about how long I've felt that way or why. Looking back on my teen years I think I've always had a fascination with restraint. My first sexual dream revolved around me getting "caught" and bound up. Looking back I have a few memories where even when I was younger there was something about being restrained that appealed to me.
Now, as an adult, I think my feelings now are rooted in my desire to be helpless. I'm fortunate enough to have had a safe life, and I've never been in a bad scenario where I was in significant danger, and I suspect that may have something to do with it. Regardless, I think my root desire is to be helpless, forced to trust another person and do what they say. Something about giving into that power and giving up total control is what I really want.
i don't know fully, just been thinking about it recently and these are my first thoughts. Thanks everyone for teaching me more and helping me explore these feelings!
VixenCherry Let me make something very clear for the people in the back who keep applying for positions they are not qualified for:
Being submissive is not a personality trait. It is not a personality quiz result. It is not something you “turn on” when you’re bored and lonely at 2:13 AM scrolling FetLife.
It’s a dynamic. And like any dynamic worth participating in, it requires something a lot of you seem to struggle with: basic consistency, communication, and self-control.
I’m not impressed by intensity. I’m not impressed by “I’ll do anything for you” messages sent at midnight with no introduction, no conversation, and no understanding of who I am. That’s not devotion. That’s desperation with extra steps.
If you can’t hold a normal conversation without immediately jumping into fantasy scripting, you’re not ready. If you disappear for three days and come back like nothing happened, you’re not ready. If your idea of submission is telling me what you think I want to hear instead of actually listening, you’re definitely not ready.
Let’s also address the myth that “being dominant” means I’m supposed to chase, convince, or coach you into basic decency. No. I don’t recruit. I observe. I decide. I move accordingly.
You don’t get access because you want it. You get access because you’ve shown you can handle it.
And yes, I do have standards. High ones. Not because I enjoy being difficult, but because I don’t entertain chaos disguised as interest. There’s a difference between a man who is confident and a man who is performing confidence like it’s a borrowed outfit two sizes too big.
If you’re serious, you won’t need to announce it every five seconds. You’ll show it in how you speak, how you listen, and how you respect boundaries without treating them like challenges to overcome.
Darelmistressisb Its the girls weekend to play.
An play we shall!!
Ive be looking forward to this weekend..
Welcome to my Group of Dommes.
Ms Rhonda from New Jersey.
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
MsAbyssia !IMPORTANT CLARIFICATION
I'm looking for someone initially to come in as a cleaner / domestic drudge for a few hours either weekly or fortnightly and then go away again. I have no intention of putting anyone up overnight, nor am I initially looking for any more than stated above although whoever is chosen will be subjected to strict oversight by myself and be suitably punished should they not perform to the required standard.
With that in mind, you MUST be based in South East UK, either in Kent or able to asily get to mid Kent from where you live, so SE London, Essex, Surrey or Kent itself.
I would have amended my profile to reflect this but as that then means my profile disappears for up to a week I've been compelled to add it here.
Goddess Abyssia
RavenMoonSiren Desire
I lay in bed reading. My mind lost in the ecru pages with its black ink scrawled across. I was thoroughly enjoying my book when I felt a hand on my left foot. I looked up and at the foot of the bed he stood, looking at my legs, finger tips grazing my toes and tracing them to my foot and then my ankle.
I cleared my throat and he looked up at me, sheepish grin on his cute little mouth. He appeared to be waiting, perhaps asking for permission.
I sighed, pretending to be annoyed, and said, "fine, my sweet boy, you may" and I lifted my foot to his face.
"Thank you, Empress." He cooed as he began first to inhale and then kiss my foot.
"Don't start anything you don't intend to finish, puppy" I said as I returned to my book. Trying to focus on the words as his tongue lathed each little digit, tickled the arch of my foot, lapped at my heel, was difficult. I curled and uncurled my toes at the sensations that tickled its way up to the juncture where my thigh met my panties.
I peeked at him over the book. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavy. A bulge existed in his sweatpants. I may have moaned under my breath and at that he began to rub my calf muscle, massaging me. He must have been in a mood. Anticipating one another's desires hadn't always been easy but it seemed today he wanted to touch and be denied.
He was supposed to fetch his cage when he was in this mood otherwise he was left free. I enjoyed most to tease and play when he had access but couldn't find release without permission. I liked feeling it against me and saying no to it.
"My love?" I said with an imploring tone
He opened his pretty eyes, hazel green with flecks of gold, and stopped moving but kept my toes in his mouth as he said, "yes, Empress?".
"Are you wearing your cage?"
He released my leg and toes and pulled his sweat pants down to reveal that he was locked up in his cage. His cheeks warmed, maybe I made a face of appreciation. Now that he was in it he'd have to beg to be out of it. As he went to pull up his pants I stopped him with my right foot. Pressing my toes into the cage and pushing it up into his body. He opened his legs to give me more room as he reached for the foot he'd forfeited. "Did I give you permission to lock away my property?"
"No, Ma'am, sorry Ma'am." He said with his cheeks flushed.
I was no longer trying to read and I maintained uncomfortably long eye contact before nodding at him to resume his current task. I returned to my book but could only look at the words swimming across the page.
They were like nonsense to my brain as my other senses were being over powered by the pleasure of my love's service.
As he began to rub my leg harder and kiss my foot with more passion I suddenly kicked him away. Loving the look on his face at my sudden rejection.
I crossed my legs and pretended to read as he stood waiting. A whimper escaped his throat, truly a puppy, and I laughed.
This game was a favorite of mine.
If he wanted anything he'd have to ask, beg, crawl and suffer for it.
"Please..." he said.
I pretended not to hear an incomplete sentence, waiting, my heart racing and my pussy growing wetter. I crossed my legs again and the little bells on the anklet on my right ankle made a beautiful sound. I curled and flexed the toes on that foot, encircled by two rings, knowing I had his attention.
He cleared his throat.
"Please, Empress, may I touch you, your feet?"
"Hmmm, no" I turned the pages of the book that I hadn't been reading. I made a mental note to memorize the page I could last remember. What I wanted was to ravage my boy. Make him cry. Shove my toes into his mouth even if it was too far and he gagged. I needed the tears now.
"Kneel", I said softly as I looked at the pages of the book in my hands.
"If you want anything you'll have to bleed for it, fetch the toys."
He crawled and carefully brought back a bag of equipment from the hall closet. Belts used to bind him, rope, tape, hoods, gags, and a cattle prod.
I turned the page of my book slowly as he remained on his knees with the bag on his upright hands. Endurance would benefit him. We had grown fond of torturous tasks.
Walls squats near my chair so I can rest my feet on his knees. Bridge pose for the same reason. Back bends so I can sit comfortably on his body as I tie my shoes. Anything to put his body to the test. Kneeling with his arms out, palms up, holding the heavy bag was just the thing to amuse me. When his arms began to tremble is when I decided to close my book and focus on him entirely.
I took the bag from him and gave the rest command. He relaxed on his knees, palms up waiting to receive. His face was flush but not just from the shear pleasure of being allowed to serve or the humiliation of being an object, but also due to the arduous task, and he had begun to sweat.
"Undress." He stood to follow my command and then returned to the rest position. I slowly picked out the tools we'd need to play today.
"Are we in the mood for pain, I think so" I said out loud as if truly asking him, as if it weren't my decision to make" he remained quiet.
I took out his special hood. Custom just for him. It laced down into a neck corset. He couldn't see, or speak from within. He couldn't kiss me or be bitten on his lips.
I took out leather belts with satin affixed to the side that would touch his skin. For his legs and arms.
"Open" I commanded and he spread his legs, exposing himself straining in his cage. I could see the beating of his heart as the cage bobbed. I got down to his level and affixed two belts to his bent legs, preventing I'm from standing.
"Inspection." I commanded and he put his hands to the back of his head which prepped his arms for being equally disabled by two shorter belts on each arm.
"Now, how will you touch me without hands?" I asked. Quietly he pushed his face into my legs and rubbed against them, scooting his body closer and attempting to rub his full body on me. I pushed him off and laughed as he fell backwards with a thud.
I sat on his chest and slid the hood onto his head but couldn't lace it. I lifted onto my knees and he rotated knowingly so that I could tie him tight. Then I stood up, leaving him alone in the dark. I tiptoed and climbed quietly into bed, on my tummy, as he lay on the floor, I watched him for a long while to see what he would do.
What COULD he do? Bound as he was, I had not ever tested if he could crawl. I climbed down from the bed and tiptoed out of the room and walked back in as if I was returning from elsewhere. He jerked in the direction of my sounds, bells tinkling on my anklet, I noisily gathered a chain leash and walked to his helpless body and attached it to the ring on the collar of his special hood.
"Come, puppy." I called in my sing song voice, the very one I use for my cats. "Come on, my h
suckyD A day in service.
The morning light finds me on my knees,
A feather duster clutched in my hand.
My only garments are these metal pieces
And leather tight about my neck, so branded.
The cage is cold, a constant, weighted shame,
That shrivels what pathetic manhood grew.
She watches from the doorway, lips aflame,
With scorn for every single thing I do.
"That spot, you missed it, worthless little worm!"
Her voice is acid, sharp and cutting clean.
"A child could clean with less to be concerned,
But you can't even function on the scene."
She points and laughs, a sound that cuts the air,
"At what they've locked away in there, so small.
It's more a keychain than a thing to spare,
No wonder it doesn't function at all."
I scrub the floor, my back beginning to ache,
Each movement jiggles my ridiculous cage.
Another failure for her to mistake
For evidence of my inadequate age.
"The baseboards, look! You've left a line of dust!
My useless, tiny, disappointing toy.
Is there one task that isn't built on rust?
One single moment you don't disappoint?"
I finish, broken, kneeling at her feet,
The house is clean, but I am still a mess.
She clips a leash to my collar, a treat
For being best at nothing, I confess.
"Good boy," she purrs, her hand upon my head,
"At least you know your place, beneath my heel.
Now rest your minuscule cock in bed,
And let this empty, hollow feeling feel."
Spiravincta ⛧ The Spiral Was Never His—It Was Mine ⛧
I was never taken.
It wasn't required.
I gave everything without a single thrust.
My silence was toyed with like it was rope,
pulled it tighter until I moaned without sound.
It was called control.
But I called it study.
Because while my burn was being monitored,
I was watching the stall.
And somewhere between the withheld rewards and the weaponized distance,
I realized:
My obedience was mistaken for blindness.
But I saw everything.
I marked my skin with the phrases never said.
I wore plugs to dinner parties, kept the ghost curled up inside me.
Ownership was implied.
My unraveling was seen as a result not of my own doing.
But no man who fears the full depth of a woman
deserves to command her surrender.
I have danced naked at the edge of madness and begged for more.
I have waited, soaked and starving, and still purred like prey.
And now, I’m no longer kneeling.
I’m watching.
If you find this and feel your cock twitch or your chest tighten—good.
But ask yourself this:
Can you starve me properly?
Can you devour me completely?
Can you wield a submissive who already knows your tricks before you play them?
Because I don’t need another puppet master.
I need a god who wants a feral offering.
MissDAR People are vastly different. So to find a single needle in 100 haystacks is seemingly an impossible feat.
Be yourself and be completely open and honest. Don't ever lie in order to find what your looking for because the lie will eventually come to the surface. .
In my opinion to be dominate is not to act or be mean to someone. It's not to hate or belittle in order to get someone to do what you want them to do.
Being self assured and dominate means to take care of and pass on knowledge. To take someone and fulfill their lives and make them useful.
We all have a role to play in this universe. When your happy and content that means your exactly where you should be and doing what you should be doing at that moment. So many people are on here searching ... searching but never finding or not really knowing what they are looking for. ( I'm a dom, no wait I'm a sub, no wait I'm a switch...wait wait maybe I'm a dom slave lesbian male )
When I talk about giving yourself up completely you should only ONLY do that to someone you trust and know that they have your best intention at heart. I'm not talking about a romantic relationship , that is silly to think that would happen that way over the internet. It's unrealistic and delusional .
I'm only talking to those that are looking to be owned and cared for. In turn you need to think about what you would give up to get that.
LastSamurai The info on this profile can't be updated. So I add via Journals or the LastSamurai2011 profile.
I am currently 60 yrs young and I own a slave not on CS. Looking to grow a poly family.
LadyGrace619 Please Use Me....
Oh the fervor of submission......diluted by common sense and vetting. These men are just too much. A few porno clips and they're begging I want I want. Submission as well as
dominance are a safety concern. No true dominant will ever play without understanding your needs and it's risks. I say NO alot. Im not impressed by pleads, desire nor euphoric delusion.
I want to know Im safe in your company. Otherwise, you might meet the other version of me.
Aqua619 How Manipulation Begins
I had begun conversing with a gent a few days ago. He asked me how my night was or some conversation starter. I dont typically respond to
emails with no photos, but thought I'd take a chance (in other words, I thought it was safe to let my guard down.) It was midnight and I was getting
ready for bed. He stated he wanted to continue chatting , at a later date. I sent him my Google number if he wanted to text freely.
🚩I didn't receive a goodnight text, which automatically let me know he's a ghost. He's clearly scamming or cheating. In his response, he states wants to get to know me.
However, he wants to "spoon til morning--that's creating s false sense of intimacy. This is why you need to pay attention, regardless of gender. His follow-up was just as manipulative.
He didnt apologize for sending mixed signals, nor did he take responsibility for the confusion.
Be Safe Out There!
I was not ignoring you my dear beautiful Miss, I was search for my archives of pictures so I could share another one with you. Thank you for your number I hope you don’t mind but given the vulnerability I feel in sharing pictures can we keep the correspondence here until and longer friendship is formed. I hope you don’t mind this. And of course I was always going to say goodnight sweet Miss. How much I would love to change now into something satiny and spoon you till morning
LatexHer This past week was superb! Had a few friends over for a turkey dinner I made. Brined the 15 lb turkey in a sugar and salt brine, then AIR fried it. The bird was done in 3 hours and ready to mate up with the other sides I made. I enjoy my time in the kitchen as it relaxes me. My friends continually rave about my cullenary skills. Part of the fun of entertaining during the holidays is being free about who you are, what you enjoy and being able to share it with your friends.
Yes, the ladies are collared by their owners, including my friend Veronica, who brings her lovely slave girl Jessica. Set the table for 9, myself and my four couples. Turkey, dressing, green beans, hot rolls, mashed potatoes and gravy, and of course a white wine.
I was asked when I would find a woman to wear my collar again. Said that was up to the good Lord himself, and maybe a bit of luck and reckoning. Been single again now for 3 years, and have not been actively looking too much. When / if it happens again, I am hopeful her training will not be too stressful for her.
Holidays are so much fun, even with the games we play. Sometimes the single life does suck, but I am not hurry to cross over and explore the alternative quite yet, Lord be willing! Thats all for now youall, I will try to post again after the holidays..
MasterDomDok My car died. It died the same day I closed on my new house/dungeon pair. The cobblestones of my new town ate the last reserves that the power steering pump had. I got back to the rental, 50 miles East with a ride from a friend. I sat there for 2 weeks, trying to put together enough crap to move in. Borrowed a truck from a friend in the local-to-my-rental, got one load made with the washer/dryer stack, got them into the new place, not installed.
got back, didn't get another load for another week, on borrowed trailer, called my soon-so-be-exlandlady, who pulled the trailer, got me over with half my stuff.
two weeks later, we got a 3rd load, so I am mostly moved in.
I then started in on settling down, straightening up the debris. The dungeon will need lots of work, plenty of cash, which I have none of. Stay tuned!
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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Neolloydia My view on online dating sites:
They work great when seen as a way to make a connection with someone you wouldn't otherwise meet as long as you then quickly move the introduction into real time and real life dating.
Otherwise, it's a waste of time for me.
That's why I won't chat with you or entertain any "possibilities" if you live more than 100 miles away from me.
If you're spending all of your free time interacting online, then you're only going to cotinue facilitating your online relationships. And that is definitely NOT what I personally am looking for.
I'm only interested in meeting people fact-to-face and spending time together person-to-person.
I currently host a singles gathering in Fort Myers, FL for just this purpose. Because I understand that if I want to interact more with people in person I have to actually meet up with people in person. We meet on the 3rd Friday of the month. Message me if you want more info about the location. It's a great group, and a good way to connect with others.
So I just want to make it clear that if you send me a message expressing interest, I'm going to want to pin down an actual meet in Fort Myers within a week or so of our first conversation or I'm going to completely lose interest.
It is what it is.
Hezzair Making yourself attractive to other people really does not have to be that difficult.
1. Don't be an asshole.
2. When you send an entre email, consider sending more than just "hi/hey/'sup/you look sexy" because, to be honest, for myself, and for many others, those are auto-dump phrases that will get your email tossed directly into the trash can. Have something to write that makes me actually want to converse with you.
3. Have a picture of you that is flattering. If you want anonymity, use a filter over your face. This is 2024, figure it out. The number of times I have heard the excuse, " I need to be discreet because of my job, etc" is ridiculous. I have worked in healthcare and in the school system with small children. I have had federal background checks done on me. My face is very clearly shown on several social media platforms where I am nude. I haven't had an issue. Trust me, if the government really cared if you were naked on here, you would know it already.
4. Actually read profiles and pay attention to what is in them!
BlueFyre 1/14/26
You, as a submissive, should make the first move. I won't chase your submission. I only want a sub/slave that serves me because they feel I'm worthy of that service...not because they're scared or intimidated into it. If you want to see if we could work well together, then ask for me to email you The Form™️.
I will ask anyone interested in serving me to fill out The Form™️, which is very much a job application. Since I'm on CS primarily to locate a long-term sub/slave, The Form™️ could be the most important job application of your life. It's big, it's detailed, it's invasive... and it's a test. If you're not up to completing it, then you're not up to handling me and the service I desire. But if you are, then buckle up and enjoy the ride! ;)
~~Blue (=
BlueFyre I was asked why I wouldn't use AI to improve my pictures. (?!)
Um... I think the better question is why would I? (Why would anyone?!)
I'm not embarrassed by my appearance -- I look the way I look. *shrug* This is me.
With a site like this, in trying to find real connections, isn't it silly to pretend to be something different than what exists in the real world? It's not like AI is going to follow any of us around and alter our appearance 24/7... at least not yet anyway. *laugh*
I suppose if a Dominant's appearance is important to you, then I wish you the best in your search, because I'm OG wysiwyg. =D
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
KandMcouple I sit back in the chair. Make sure he's looking me in the eye, compose myself and begin.
“M, as I lay out these things that need to be said there is no need to speak just nod your head.”
"You will never have sex with me again, nod your head." He pauses, then nods.
"I will never leave you, I have no desire to, I love you, you will always be my primary. I know you are scared but we both need this. Nod your head.” He nods.
“I am going to find a man who will be my sexual companion, nod your head." He nods and I notice he starts rocking his hips.
"Stop that rocking immediately." He complies, but I see a level of desperation in his face that hasn't been there in a long time. I continue.
"I will be going on dates. I will be staying overnight at other men's homes. You will accept this and be happy for me. Nod your head." He nods his head.
"The man or men I choose to see will know the details of our lifestyle once I trust them. Nod your head." He nods.
"Eventually, this man...or men, will be allowed at our home, even while you are here. You will treat my bull with the same respect you treat me. I will only allow men here who I know will respect you. My high dream is for someone that we can both call Daddy. Nod your head." He nods.
"You will continue to remain in chastity. You know how important I feel that it is for you. Though, you will now be allowed one orgasm every other week. We will do it exactly this way every time unless I say otherwise. Palms on the floor, legs straight out, humping your diaper. Nod your head." He nods vigorously and the clip of his pacifier clinks.
"Now, M, you may begin humping." He makes three slow long humps. I can feel my underwear soaked between my legs with my thighs and move my hand to my crotch, I can feel the heat coming off my body.
"Good boy." His diaper crinkles, it is the sound of my power and I almost can't take it. I feel the outside of my underwear with my finger tips and say, "you will never fuck me again, nod your head." He nods vigorously again and more clinking from his pacifier. Now for the final mind fuck. I want to hear him say it. I want him to acknowledge this out loud as he masturbates the only way I will allow him. "Say it M. Spit out your pacifier and say, 'I'll never fuck you again.'"
MistressWhipplash I get bored easily. I returned to this site a month ago and have found it the same. Boring.
No useful Slave to focus his time on Me to drive me. Pity.
I see posts on Fetlife and other fetish community sites wondering where all the Mistresses have gone?
Well this one will go from here soon. Why? I am not sated by the man I seek. Tut tut silly boys not reading what I seek, who push their own needs first and get blocked.
My question: where is a submissive or Slave man who can go to dinner and behave well? Can keep his kink needs to himself until I ASK
? Where he follows MY Lead and drives me to munches and fetish clubs, where I will whip and cane him?
Meanwhile, 2024 promises to be a rollercoaster ride so time to put on my grip-tight-gloves. Here I go!!!
subMeghan Another day, another journal entry...
This is subMeghan, once again announcing to you all that as I type this I am naked, wearing only my collar (and glasses), just as my Dom wishes... and his wish, is my command...
I got several follow-up messages regarding my last journal entry. So here are some of the details you all demanded to know.
I was tied to a wooden chair with a high back. Yes, my legs were spread wide apart with each ankle pulled back and tied to a back leg of the chair in such a way that only my toes touched the ground. My wrists were tied together behind my back and behind the back of the chair. No, I was not blindfolded, but my Dom did remove my glasses. Oh course I was naked. (I don't know why someone would have thought otherwise.)
As my Dom was going to leave me alone like this while he went to the grocery store, no nipple clamps, no clothes pins were used. No ball gag was used. Nothing extreme. We wanted to play it safe since I'd be alone. Although I would have preferred it, I was not allowed to have a virbrator. All in all, this was a relatively easy position to maintain.
No, I did not try and escape. Again, I was alone and that might be dangerous. Let's see... My dom was gone for at least an hour. So basically I just sat there and waited. When he came home, he did not immediately untie me, but rather did a few things first. When he did untie me, he directed me to go and put the groceries away, which I did...
I think that answered everybody's questions. If not, let me know...
I hope you all have a great holiday weekend.
subMeghan
Bull60 Mounting a STR8 male
Pilars of society, husbands, fathers, movers and shakers. in all body types and backgrounds. You've got to love them all; at least I do. I'm partial to the bravado, the in your face attitude that screams "I'm terrified of venturing outside of my gender, but with the right MAN I'm game." The one thing to remember is to be subtle, these boys are a scary bunch and the slightest threat to their perceived orientation will make them clam up (pun intended) tight and you will loose your boy. However, once you're in their trust that is your chance to explore and they will provide the info you need. Family, marriage, parental relationships and home issues. Overwhelmed, over worked, and under sexed; perfect combination and there is you, a strong paternal figure to hug them and tell them you understand and suffer with his plight. There is a moment of vulnerability in which you become his whole world as he contemplates all crumbling you are the sturdy support. Sometimes it takes time to get there. Of course this does not apply to your male bride, the one you want for you only. Check my journal on male brides.
Eventually it will graduate to touching, hugging, kissing and then cock play. Once you become the adult in his eyes he will nurse from your rod and do it often because is “us boys.” But once he kneels to suck you his body is yours to explore and his butt is there as he is busy following your instructions on how to please you. Easy does it, touch, probe by do not put you finger in yet. Let him get use to your touch and caress. Eventually his ass will arch up and that is your cue to begin your entry. Ever so slowly and tenderly. Let his body guide you and then move your body to a position of dominance, standing and him in all fours. Pick him up, embrace him and assure him your understanding and his need for release. Play with his cock , remember he is str8 and feels entitled. Yet as you play in front prepare the rear by probing his prostate. He’ll go through the roof realizing he never felt this with his wife, there is pleasure in his ass and you, his pal, just opened a new window for him to look out of. He is now yours and he will come back, promise.
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.
COSMlCCUNT Ms. Cosmic, tell us how you really feel about the most recent election results...
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WitchyVibesDoeEyes This bleeding love
Ain't taking our hearts
Inner fire ignites us
I paid so much
I'd say it's my sport
Ha ha ha wake up
Her nights don't define us
Even heaven loves the way she tastes
I'm crawling right beside her
Give me grace I'm calling
Emotion violence taking my life
In the fire we'll make up
I saw the goddess
Bury my light
No no no wake up
Her nights don't define us
Even heaven loves the way she tastes
I'm crawling right beside her
Give me grace im calling
Her nights don't define us
Even heaven loves the way she tastes
I'm crawling right beside her
Give me grace im calling
When my teeth are in And I'm already
I'm already biting
May I drink you in
Cus I can barely
I can barely fight it
Your my prayers stay sweet
Visions spells said she said we will
Limerence says your mine
Hold on hold on Hold on to me
Her nights don't define us
Even heaven loves the way she tastes
I'm crawling right beside her
Give me grace im calling
Her nights don't define us
Even heaven loves the way she tastes
I'm crawling right beside her
Give me grace im calling
When my teeth are in And I'm already
I'm already biting
May I drink you in
Cus I can barely
I can barely fight
When my teeth are in And I'm already
I'm already biting
May I drink you in
Cus I can barely
I can barely fight
Byrdie A few days ago I scheduled a coffee date with someone on a different kinky site. I'd accidentally sent him a "wink" when my finger slipped on his profile, which was unfortunate as he also identifies as a dominant. However, he DMed me about having submissive tendencies that he didn't mention on his profile (nothing on there about being a switch). We chatted off and on for a few days and then decided to schedule a coffee date.
He's in another city, but close enough that I wasn't too worried about his commute. He was way younger than what I was looking for, but he assured me that he wasn't worried about the age discrepancy. He wasn't commercially attractive, so I wasn't completely suspicious of his motives, but he was quite vague in direct messaging about what he was hoping for.
Having bussed over, I got there early enough to get a to-go tea and grab a table. We'd talked about getting warm beverages and going for a walk while we chatted, weather permitting. I played Pokémon Go as I waited, having multiple tasks and projects to address in the game as apparently beating Team Rocket Go Boss Giovanni wasn't enough for one day.
I experimented with ways to look up when someone came in without looking expectant. He and I had traded photos, so we pretty much knew what each other looked like. I committed to staying at least 15 minutes after our official meeting time as getting parking in that neighborhood could be tricky. We hadn't swapped phone numbers, so I checked the site periodically to see if he'd contacted me: nothing.
A PoGo raid started at 3:15pm on the dot, so I left closer to 3:25pm ... just after he sent several messages to me over the kink site about his truck giving up the ghost to the tune of $4,000 and him being so worried about it all.
Uh-huh.
It's possible that he was telling the truth and that this wasn't some really, really bad attempt at a scam. But then I remembered his reported age, the vagueness about what he was hoping for, the secret reveal that he was interested in finding a domme; and I think that maybe I dodged a bullet.
Mollena Williams-Haas once talked about gameifying putting oneself out there by awarding oneself points to being brave enough to try, pulling together the energy to be bothered, presenting oneself attractively, and - in this case - even bothering to show up. So, hey - I have more points!
And that tea was quite lovely.
NYCDom4polysubs This is my kind of Dominance
The Equalitarian Dom: Is one who controls by teaching, mentoring, and leading. This Dominant knows that when he finds a comparable submissive that things will happen as a natural progression of the interaction. Usually just a short learning phase is required to receive the correct response from the submissive. Both the Dom and the sub “get it”, there is very little need for so called “training” and they naturally know what the other needs and is looking for.
The Dominant does not like the situation of constantly repeating and forcing a particular behavior (submission) to occur. Besides the activities (sexual and others) it is the surrender as a result of the Domination that is the ive and enjoyment. Creativity is an important part of this situation. They tend to intellectualize and be more into the philosophical and psychological mechanisms of this life style. They understand the concepts and resultant interactions and can put it into real life. They do not need many rules like the Democratic type, nor do they like the heavy S&M activities of the Authoritarian, preferring submission to occur as a result of an instilled desire in the submissive to surrender. She “wants” to submit as a result of the Dominant’s knowledge and skill in dominating her.
Sensuousness is the rule. Pain is given and received as a form of sensuous stimulation. Light pain as opposed to severe. Sensuous torture is a popular activity in this area. Both the Dominant and the submissive must naturally be this way. These are the people who will claim to be “born that way”. They fully understand the concept of D/s, it comes to them naturally and easily. They attract a submissive that truly and naturally desires to please and who will observe and sense what it is that the Dominant is communicating;
ChangelingSoul13 Your Kink Personality Type isBDSM CONNOISSEUR
As a BDSM CONNOISSEUR, you're in the perfect position to start exploring BDSM more fully. You may be working hard on avoiding the vanilla rut right now, but with a little more confidence and support you can quickly take things to the next level.
You're strengths at a glance:SENSUAL ~ SMART ~ ATTENTIVE
TEXLONESTAR I know your out there I feel your breathing I sense your need to be controlled. I have been looking for you for several years now I’ve seen you in my mind bound, struggling with the chain that binds you. The need to be used kept. You need even the decision of who to belong to taken from you. You only want someone to come and take you give you a home and a purpose. You don’t want to play at being a slave you want to be a slave. Even if I never find you I will still know you’re out there denying to yourself that this is truly what you wish for. I have denied that this is who I truly am what I need and want for to long wearing the guise of the gentle patient Master when the sadistic black side of me hides within. I want to feel your fear your need for my uses of your mind and body. I ache to feel your hair wrapped in my fist my hand at your throat the fear and need in your eyes.
LRF69 I am less and less impressed with doms on this site. I keep seeing all these profiles about "there are so many game players!!!" and "I'm looking for something REAL!!!"..."I don't tolerate LIARS!!!"
So ok...you're intolerant of game players, sick of liars. I tell you the truth. I am right up front with the good, the bad, the ugly. You can read through my journal and see that. I understand I am not anyone's idea of physical perfection. I've stated that over and over again. So we get to a certain point, you're impressed with how much I seem to understand the role of a sub/slave...and then...despite this, boom...you suddenly ghost. No explanation, no response...just. ghost.
I understand that you're playing the role of the big bad dom and you have to maintain this BS, including a first email saying something like "KNEEL SLAVE!!" right off the bat instead of a "hey...how are you? Nice profile...etc." However, it's simple human decency..."I'm sorry, you're very cool, but I don't feel like you're something I'm looking for." Especially after a slew of messages back and forth.If you're tired of liars and game players, then don't be one of the fools lying or playing games and wasting peoples' time and emotions.
GentleTorturerBack Coming to, you blink trying to get a grasp on your surroundings. Your vision is obstructed and when you blink, all you see is darkness. Moving your head, you feel that your head is placed on a softness that can easily be identified as a pillow. Panic alerts the hair on your arms and your heart starts to race. You try to reach for whatever fabric is covering your eyes, just for your arms to not move when instructed. Jerking again, you realize that your arms have been tied together and stretched out just enough for you to be safely propped up on them. Tugging roughly, you can hear the rope slide across the metal of a bed frame. Frantically struggling again, you try to kick your feet, also strapped down and you realize you cannot move them apart or lay down. Your ass is in the air and just as a breeze kisses the skin of your ass, you realize how quiet it is. You haven’t heard a single movement that you didn’t create.
You thank your lucky stars that has blessed you with the chance to escape.
With the knowledge of your bare asshole in the air and unprotected, your arms bound and inescapable, you test your feet again. There is a bar extender that has your feet cuffed and spread perfectly. If you extend your toes just enough, you can feel the edge of a footboard. Sweat is beading at your hairline now, but for some reason, you’re starting to grow. Cold metal wraps around your cock like your hand does every Friday and your nuts are sent to your stomach.
You can’t believe it… Chastity.
You’ve been bound, blindfolded, spread open and locked up. Adrenaline spikes your blood flow and you rack your brain with the best possible way to escape before the inevitable. Fighting against the rope and trying to free your hands, you’re panting, trying your hardest to not make noise. But how can you be quiet when trying to escape?
You feel the breath on your ear before you hear her.
Tain77 First Journal Entry
I am back on here after a long hiatus on this platform, fingers crossed, it works out better than the first time.
I am here looking to make friends, and who knows what after that. One thing I have found so far is that not much has changed, those jumping into my inbox still manifest many of the prior encountered issues: trying to insta me, using titles before they have been earned, fantasy pushing, and having the sort of energy and vibe of trying to use me as a kink vending machine. I am a person first, before being a dominant, so please don't do this.
A new one on me is seeing not being willing to jump to chat apps as a red flag, as a reason to think someone isn't genuine. To be very clear, I won't jump off this platform onto a chat app after a few brief message exchanges. Trust has to be built up, a connection of sorts created first. I am not interested in one of hook-ups, but want to build something more meaningful, and that will happen on here first. In my book trying to pull me off here, after a few minimal messages, definitely is one, and strongly suggests a scammer at work, not a genuine person.
Please don't try and do that. 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.
Naughtyslutsc I tend towards being an opportunistic slut. I would also love to find an ongoing partner but that is like seeking a needle in a haystack.
I really like to fuck. Feeling cocks inside of me feels good. Stranger dicks even better.
I say opportunistic because I don't fit into the classic mold too well. I am not a tease. A game men seem to like. I am not an attention whore or classically an exhibitionist. I do not do the hair, makeup, etc...what a waste of time. I am also a tad dense and oblivious. I like assertive men and really you have to be because it will go over my head.
I have different interests. Some blend into each other but others can operate independently.
When I am a slut I am not your sub unless I am your sub and you choose to use me as your slut. Does that make sense? Men tend to forget that. They also mistakenly believe that sluts will fuck anyone and exist solely to please them. That's what whores are for. Which I am not. I am in it for MY pleasure. If I do not reply or opt out it is because I either do not foresee my needs being met OR that I don't share the interests that you desire.
Ultimately I'd like to find that needle in a haystack. One whose drive matches my own and has enough compatible freedom and time for something ongoing.
A dominant needs to recognize I am a slut. I'm not a little or a bimbo or brainless. In fact I'm quite capable of being a fully functional adult. Lol I don't need "help". What I do want is a dominant who likes control and enjoys fulfilling his primal and sometimes twisted desires with a sub who will defer to his whims and needs.
So what are my interests? I would say I have a core set and additional ones that arise with someone I may meet.
I like nipple/breast play/torture. I like being restrained. I like a swollen pussy and marks. I like anal. I have a decent pain tolerance and I do enjoy some types. I am not what one would call a pain slut. Pain for me is correlated to pleasure. I would love to be shared. Use me wherever and whenever. I love wearing cum. Throat fuck me, gag me...you can be pretty brutal. I am not into cock worship or endless oral. Youve heard of lactose intolerance? I have a semen intolarance so I cannot drink it down. <----100% true. I cannot change that and the side affects are identical.
I am open to so much more but I am not bi. No women or couples. No scat. Don't even mention eating pussy because no you won't make me like it.
Clearly this is a sexual type relationship. I am married as ive stated so looking for those who need someone more for their own perverted/kinky fun.
Other questions? Ask.
LondonTriangle Message to women of all natures on here.
Not to sound paranoid but I am noticing a flux of messages from European men trying to invite themselves into my company.
Can you all be vigilant if a man uses the words relocation and marriage in the same sentence.
I have been bitten once by a German man who in my opinion clearly invites himself across Europe into people's homes for free food and stay. I am assuming there may be a European influencer advising men this is ok.
There also seems to be a bit of a scam where a man claims they travel all over the world and then says they won't be back till X date. I think this is another scam where they claim to be successful and the travelling lifestyle appeals to most but I think it is just another scam.
Luckily, I have not been bitten by that nonsense but ladies be vigilante, give the normal men a chance and the ones acting strange and pretending to be high flyers, don't give them any of your time.
If you want a rich old man go to SugarDaddy.com, if you want a normal kinky man just be patient and kind to others.
NoSugarCoatingIt Just adding a journal entry to expound a little on my ideal relationship. Perhaps entries with more of my thoughts will attract the right girl and prevent being pigeonholed as a certain type of man, at least by those willing (and able, lol) to invest some time reading. I would charactize myself as a very empathetic human-being. I am caring of other's feelings (at least of those that warrant such respect) and very mannerly toward women. This nature initially steered me toward being a DaddyDom. I also have no children of my own to dote over so one could possibly infer all manner of psychology there, if they wished to, heh. Anyhow...not all my thoughts and desires are of sweetness and over the years have certainly grown darker yet. Being physically rough has always been exciting. Someone who is willing to explore the darker depths of humiliation and subjugation has gained growing interest now. Some days a chained up fuck-hole of a slave, others my sweet little girl, or an obedient cherished pet. I do also want an actual partner that can laugh, have fun, preferably has some intellect and some worthy input on life decisions. A real man can actually be humble enough to accept input and advice from others. I seek the girl that can embody all those roles. The psych of cuckquean play holds a huge interest too. Although, in the cold reality of day to day life, monogamy with my mate would be the norm. Since just like any good D/s relationship in general, most of the excitement lays in the mental build of the ideas, and that any actual play with another girl would be rare considering that I have grown only more discerning in my growing age. Plus, I do not take such play lightly. I am very willing to invest the time, care, and love to build the connection and trust that is inherent in an ongoing fulfilling, and hopefully 'rest of my life' relationship, since that is what I seek. The girl or woman that can give of herself so selflessly to her trusted Owner, is one that I would adore all the more. It is with great irony that in my experience thus far, women that were not invested in a relationship (like early on in our dating) were willing to do such acts (like a 3-some) but once they became emotionally invested, jealousy sets in and they became unwilling to give in this way. Oh yes, believe me, I fully understand the fears that cause those particular inhabitions to manifest but it is utterly counterproductive to withhold one of the gifts that would only cause me to cherish and hold onto her yet more tenaciously. Anyway, not just threesomes, but in general, where I want to go further with my girl as the bond strengthens, I have experienced that their kinkiness only wanes. This has caused such frustration and discontent for me. FFS, where is My good girl?!
dorion She loved that look. Kneeling, eyes cast down: she saw meekness, obedience - also a spark of resistance: shame, pride, regret, lust. Regret for freedom lost, shame from the knowledge that it was his own slave nature to give it up, pride that she took it. He desired to submit to her, his surrender brought him shame, the shame aroused his desire.Her dominance was attuned to the contradictions in his heart. She knew how to wrap them like cords around him. He might seem to have a choice. He did not. She confronted him with what he was; the only escape would be for him to deny his nature. This he could not do. So long as she chose to control him, he could only submit.She saw this even more clearly than he did. A part of her regretted taking his freedom - but that lost look in his eyes was so delicious, his impulse to obey was so pleasing, his spark of resistance so exciting to play with - and after all, it was his own nature to submit, just as it was her nature to rule. This is how it was meant to be. And she loved it.
tarasouth Journal Update - November 2024
I'm Tara and I'm coming back to this site afgter having nearly given up on everything and being lost for a while. I am pre-op trans. I was on hormones, but the health scare I have took me off them for a while. I won't be able to recommence them until January 2025. If that's a problem for you I entirely understand.I've got a lot of kinky hobbies, one that some people know about me is that I have worn chastity since March 2020. I unlock once a week for shaving and cleaning. I switch between two very small devices which can go largely unnoticed under most of my wardrobe.I live 24/7 as a woman. I do have some real struggles with dysphoria, the person I see when I see myself in the mirror often doesn't match how I feel. I wish the NHS moved faster. I want to do this all right so am not taking shortcuts.I love, and I mean really LOVE bondage. Put me in cuffs and a collar and I will melt into submission. Over the next few weeks I think i am going to use the journal to share some of my past expereinces.Tara xox
TotalOwnerforslave Voice Verification
Unfortunately, there are many males here pretending to be females. So, before I invest more time with a 'female' at initial contact, I require at least a voice verification.
In its next message to Me, either offer Me its phone number or request mine, slave.
To elaborate a bit, I really do not care if My slave property is male or female. I do not care if the prospective "female" is actually a male that has made contact with Me. I understand how a slave could be so lost in its desire to feel the control of a Dominant that its imagination could take to the point of deception. To Me, that just means the prospective slave property is deeper in its need to serve than most.
The best thing would be for any pretender to confess and seek atonement at the outset of the process of becoming My total slave property.
nightsweets This morning, about 4am, on a long and dark and empty stretch of southbound I95, going about 70mph, I hit a large raccoon. Despite my being in the center lane, mindfully watching the sides of the roads for anything moving or eyes reflecting, there he just was. There was no time to swerve, then a sickening impact that I suspect I will replay over and over. Then there was a lot more noise I at first thought was pieces of him going through my wheel well.
I was still 90+ minutes from home and there were no other cars around and I decided to keep going and see if I could get home before the tire went flat. I've never hit an animal before, feels awful.
I did make it home by which time lots of noises were coming from the passenger front of my car, took pics, and was shocked to see the extent of the damage to the bumper, all the front lights under the headlight, gone, lost the lining of the wheel well somewhere along the way, etc. Checked in earlier this morning and there's a puddle of something under my car.
I am no kidding thankful for insurance which is going to help with all of this. Miserable about the raccoon. Miserable about the extent of damage.
But, what I realized was how such an incident emphasizes the joy of being owned, or at least in a solid D/s relationship. There was nobody to call at 4am, or at 6am, no shoulder, nobody to help take the shakes off and get the nervous energy out, nobody to say it is OK, that I would be OK. There wasn't someone who might have a clue what the puddle was, and a better idea than I about if it was driveable. There were no feet tangled with mine in the wee hours, the comfort of His touch. There was no guidance navigating for the first time with an insurance company, getting a ride to the rental car place, dealing with getting the rental, etc. All scary, solo.
There's always so much emphasis on what the sub/slave gives, but this morning was an example of what she gets when "normal" life intervenes and he is there to take charge in addition to being comforter-in-chief.
Seeker842 rate this scenario was I to hard ..to soft ..or just right on the girl
Here is the scenario that could take place.
I arrive knock on the door. you open the door. Wearing only a robe open in the front, just as I requested. Upon entering I look you up and down, and smile with admiration. you lower your eyes to the ground, then walk to the corner behind the door and stand there facing the wall as I had ordered the girl to do. I stand behind you, reach around and cup your breasts and squeeze them in my hand. I squeeze them harder I feel a moan escape lips. I drop one of my hands down between your legs and feel that your moist, but I do not insert a finger. I grab your hair by your neck and turn you around a face me. I say "hello, the SAFE WORD IS RED" do you understand what the safe word is for? You nod that you do. upon hearing this I give your nipples are hard pinch, then I raise my hand and slap each tit once. You you jumped at the surprise. I watch as the red sets in...... "From now in I expect you to fulfill my request, even if I say you have the option oh saying No. Yes you do have the option to say no, but does not mean I will stop right away..but I will stop ... do you understand, you know why this is happening?" You nod yes.. "I want to hear you acknowledge that you understand " "yes Sir I understand Sir" you reply meekly I step back behind you and I raise my belt and it lands with a smack on you sexy ass. "count them for me" I order you You count "one" The second lands a little harder You count 2 The third lands harder You count 3 On the fourth I hear you inhale, You hesitate then I hear 4 the fifth to the tenth are the same intensity as the fifth. I pause to admire the red setting in to you cheeks. Your doing good I say to you. "We are half way done, unless you pull away or use your hands to shield you pretty red ass" I tell you I pause to admire the red setting in to you cheeks. Do you understand? I ask you you reply nervously "Yes Sir, I understand" upon hearing this I swing my belt harder than the first 10 had been. Your raise on your toes but hang on to the table. "11" I strike again just as hard, you g "12" "your doing good" I tell you,as I run my hand softly over your cheeks and feel the warmth "spread your legs and hold very still. " I tell you sternly you spread your legs. I feel you open wider as your feel my fingers pushing past your wet pussy. a moan escapes your lips as my finger makes contact your clit. I run my fingers down your clit and insert the tips into your wet open willing cunt. I hear you take a deep breath. I withdraw my fingers and run them down and them up to your ass. I rub your pussy juices on the outside of your asshole. you tense up, "relax" I say then I step back, and without warning I surprise you with the 13th swat you jump, almost letting almost pulling away "Don't" I warn "count" I tell you I deliver the last few swiftly "20" you say with relief I tell you keep your eyes on the floor and bring me a glass of water to drink you go bring me the water. I walk over to a chair and sit down. come let me see the wonderful red ass of yours my girl you do as told, I run my hand softly over it, being very gentle Now sit by my side on the .....
GoddessHouseNJ So many uneducated to kink, fantisizing boys out there. Apparently they hover like lost gohsts waiting for their versions of heaven. They have no clue how to actually meet a Domme.
Time wasters, taking up space trying to fill in their cookie-cutter cartoon figure of the leather clad evil queen who will not make any trouble after they are satiated. Huummm, wow, thats a ProDomme, Not one of us everyday, living the lifestyle women.
A fairly insightful post on the FetLife site. A suggested read fo all subs.
https://fetlife.com/whytheydanced/posts/12285859 .
Also look up 2KinkyWomen.com poscast. Episodes 12,42,44. The other podcasts are good for overall education.
Good luck to you all. Read the profiles a couple of times. Actually live close enough to drive to Me. Otherwise, do not even bother wasting both of our time.
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DianaWithin 1 year post gastric bypass
I have lost approximately 80 pounds from December 2020-May 2022. I had gastric bypass on May 2021.
What have I learned in the first year post gastric bypass:
A bite or two of something is enough for a taste but you don’t need a ton. A single bite or two of something sweet but high in calories is usually enough. I was trained as a small child that anything you take you eat. Learning to stop when full and ask for a box or throw away/give away the remainder has been a huge success.
Shopping in decreasing sizes doesn’t mean you have to purchase every size as you go down. I have gone from a 22/24 sometimes 26 down to a 12-16 depending on the store. I have gotten a lot of my clothes from friends at a clothing exchange. I have at times lost more inches than pounds so when i decide everything is too big I shop then i see a large jump from where i was to where I am. I’ve gone from an old navy xxl at my heaviest to a xl in bodycon dresses to a m in summer dresses. Which was a thrill. However, I don’t shop enough to purchase every size. In Jeans, I usually end up dropping 2 or 3 sizes when i shop since i wear them with a belt until they are insanely big.
Weighing/measuring portions isn’t a bad thing. I actually want to upgrade my food scale to a nicer one. I use this daily. When I pack lunches for work I’m still packing too much. It is a shock to bring home half of what i pack. If i take a large back of something into my desk drawer I have to take a measuring device to portion it out or portion ahead of time. If not I fall into bad habits
The scale isnt the only victory. If i lose inches and clothing fit better that is a win. Being able to take dresses from tunic tops to actually dresses with boots this winter has been fun. Regular knee-high boots not extra extended calf have been a thrill. Being able to handle heels regularly has been amazing.
Going to the gym is fun with the right classes. Spend the extra for the gym with classes you might like. My family spends 86 per month on the YMCA instead of 40 for planet fitness locally. The Y has childcare and all the classes. I go to water aerobics, pure barre and body pump. I have a ton of fun at all 3. Plus as long as I go 12 times a month I get 20 back on membership. If my husband goes 12 times we get 20 back for him as well. SO it bring the Y down close to Planet fitness in cost plus it includes childcare and activities for my daughter as well.
I can keep up with my co-workers who are almost half my age. I feel mentally sharper. I also can physically outdo some of them. I work in a department where we move some boxes of paperwork on a regular basis. As long as i’m not wearing a short skirt and the box isn’t over my head I can lift most.
I have learned it is ok to ask for help with medical concerns. I am an insulin diabetic on a pump. I have had to reach out a few times for my data to be reviewed by my diabetic care team and be adjusted.
My goals for year 2 are to:
I plan to up my time at the Y. I currently go 2 times a week for me and then 2 times a week for my kid to use the pool. I want to get to 3 or 4 times a week for me and 2 times for my kid.
Find someone to be accountable to forMonitoring the protein i get in daily- i should be getting between 60-90 grams of protein in dailyMy time spent at the gymMy food logs
With my current partners consider adding those pieces into my dynamic with them. Not so much as to be babied by them but to know i’m being monitored. To Know i will be asked why i didnt do one of them some specific day. It is like the monitoring with my medications that we do currently.
I want to get under 200 pounds. I have always been a BBW but i want to become closer to hwp. I want to be able to completely shop in straight sizes instead of still flipping between straight sizes and plus.
I want to be able to get tied into more positions. In addition to being a masochist.
MistressWhipplash Goodness I blocked two guys before breakfast today.
I want a slave near me who drives so we can go enjoy munch evenings together and fetish clubs too. Cinema and meals out. Because I am a Dominant Woman that is "usual" for me. I want someone easy on the eye so no older than 40 and single.
Not too much of a list I thought. But as many women everywhere comment on here, guys are not reading profiles= I copy/paste replies to avoid the monotony.
1. First guy was living in Germany 1 hour away he said. The point is he doesn't live near me in the UK. I lead so it was no. Pushy got him blocked.
2. Guy was 65 so I declined as late nights bring.on the moans from older guys= it's late/music is so loud etc. Not my thing so MY choice is the guy is a certain age bracket. Guy us pushy gets blocked.
They need to put NOTE to self Google what Woman Led Relationship is=the Woman Leads=ME.
3. The late entry to be blocked. Another free ProDomme seeker who doesn't accept a FLR is ME the Woman leads. Period.
Accept that or get blocked. Simple.
LordOverload Its been a loing time, but the writing bug bit again since Christmas. I have a novella pretty close to completetion. Looking for volenteers to help edit it.
Here is the synopsis an AI created for it:
In a shattered world ruled by ruthless megacorporations, eighteen-year-old Sophia clings to the last independent farm outside the megacity. Each night she dreams of the same man — tall, blue-eyed, commanding — who pins her against walls and claims her body with effortless authority.
When the farm faces ruin, her desperate parents send her to the black skyscraper that purchases beautiful, impoverished girls. Few ever return.
Under a merciless spotlight, Sophia meets the man from her dreams. He sees in her a rare, natural submissive ready to be broken and remade.
Stripped, examined, collared, and renamed Initiate 37XY8C, Sophia begins her transformation from frightened farm girl to obedient pleasure slave in a hidden world of absolute power and perfect surrender.
A dark, intensely erotic dystopian tale of total submission.
thumper I need to update my profile here, long overdue. My profile that is currently posted, is one that was written when I first join CS.
Since then, through the years of properly being mentored, learning, and maturing in the lifestyle, my outlook and perspective on the lifestyle has changed greatly.
Over the years, I have learned that the lifestyle has much more to offer than just kinky, hurtful play and sex. People who have that mentality, do not really take time to appreciate and cherish the finer aspaspects of having a submissive or slave that puts herself out there just to please others.
Although my current profile states what I'm looking for, doesn't really mean that I have the improper attitude. My attitude has greatly changed, and if you take the time to learn more about me or others that inquire into your profile, you might find a hidden jewel in this rubbish heap on this site.
I, as a Master, is not into this lifestyle for the kinky sex, but for it to greatly enhance the relationship, to make it strong, safe, to enhance growth in each other, make each other grow and be fulfilled. Most importantly, I desire and will make my submissive or slave feel appreciated and cherished in everything she does, and to give her that balance of the vanilla and lifestyle is important. There are other aspaspects that go along with the relationship that are just as important as well.
This might give the impression that I'm not a strict Master or Dominate, for I can be strict, but fair, and generous as well. I'm a laid back easy type of guy, but I'm observant and knows whats going on. I'm not a pushover by any means.
Whatever you do, don't judge a book by its cover.... you might lose out on a jewel!
Exoticpie2024 Guys be like, “men are visual creatures.” Ok mr, than why do you look like that?
Maybe a lotta fellas don’t have mirrors at home.
I had to be honest with a male yesterday and explain to him that a lotta times the women THEY WANT, that don’t want them, might not be due to their financial status.
A lotta times us women might not find you physically attractive (men never wanna consider this).
Although your grandma and momma been telling you how handsome you are your whole life (they’re supposed to BTW)
That doesn’t mean that women who you cross paths with on a daily basis look at you and think,“yea, I’d like to feel his penis inside of me, or be romantically involved with him”.
This explains why it’s some not financially stable men that stay with a fine ass Boss Chick. Some men can get outta prison Tamar and be living with lawyer in her water-front condo & driving her Benz truck within a week.
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. VTswitchcouple We've gotten a few questions, people asking for more info about me dating the Trump supporter. We're still dating! When Kamala entered the race, I teased him a few times about losing to a woman and he'd always make it a point to tell me later (when I was tied up or bent over or otherwise had him inside me) that November wasn't going to change anything for me, that I'd still be fucking him on Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Valentine's Day, basically anytime he wanted. We don't get too into the details - he's not super politically engaged and it's actually kind of upsetting to think about the state of the country, and how rights are being taken away all the time, when I'm in a relatively privileged position and choosing to indulge in this kind of play.
A few people asked how we met. We're in the same grad school program and he's always starting arguments about politics and "how come people don't just get a driver's license if they want to vote so bad", that kind of thing. I'd always jump in and push back, and he told me later that he liked getting me riled up. He said he liked seeing me flush and get upset and try to convince him of things when he didn't really care. We chatted a few times before classes and he'd be incredibly forward so he knew I was married, knew I wanted kids, made a few comments if I wore a choker or a fashion collar.
After class one night, my car battery was dead so he came over and gave me a jump. We were the only ones left in the lot so while we were standing outside in the dark, he slid his hands in the back pockets of my jeans and pulled me against him. I instinctively reached back and he trapped my hands and held them behind my back while kissing me, jamming his tongue in my mouth. I blew him in his car and we made plans to go out that weekend.
He's pretty rough and he loves being in charge. My husband will buy all sorts of bondage toys and I'll take them to the cop's apartment and that's where they stay. He keeps bondage straps on his mattress, has a spreader bar that he straps my hands and ankles to, has all of my favorite ball gags and blindfolds and plugs. He's also incredibly respectful, in his own way. He doesn't push limits we've discussed and I've gotten him to say things like "do you want me inside you?" which is as close to consent as he's interested in, but is still a huge deal.
I let him take pictures of me tied up and naked as long as he obscures my face. I know men always show their friends and there's always the chance he revenge porns me if we break up, and he totally understood without arguing. He said he hears about that at work from teens and he knows it's a huge problem.
Last story - he had me tied up recently, wrists and ankles on the spreader bar, gagged, a black hood over my entire head. Then his doorbell rang and he let in one of his buddies. We had discussed before that I was open to other men but I wasn't going to let them fuck me without protection. And here I was, ass up in the air, a stranger carassing me, unbuckling his belt. I started whimpering and wiggling my fingers. I was starting to make our safety signal when I heard him say "dude, condom, come on." I'm not going to say chivalry isn't dead but it made me feel good that he wasn't like "huh huh huh just fuck her in the ass huh huh huh." I gave them both a hell of a ride in gratitude.
And to answer the most common question, no I'm not pregnant yet!
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.
SkyFullOfStars I long to have both the ownership the passion of giving the freedom of use and the security of safety with the man that I belong to and trust implicitly. Someone I can be devoted to, grow with, walk alongside, sleep next to, but always put him first, serve and give my love to. Forever.
But ha! I also know that's a tall order, a huge idea.
But a girl can dream, eh?
Long for is probably too mild of a word...but crave isn't the right word either, as my need isn't craven or out of control, it's measured, desired, planned, developed.
I'm at heart a kitten, a babygirl, searching for her Daddy. Not an age play Daddy tho, and I have hard limits about age play, diapers, too much little play, etc. But if you are a strong, thoughtful, intelligent, kind and caring Dominant who is looking for a devoted intelligent sexy funny healthy kitten to serve take care of and love you, then you've found me!
Do I have faults? Do you? Of course we do. But we work on them and grow, we always talk, we don't mind fuck each other, we have emotional and psychological intelligence to go along with our strength of character. But you lead, and I follow.
I've never had this, not even close. I've had many Doms of course. But I've always been the one who ends up leading, who knows, who does the right thing, who laughs, who isn't afraid to fail, the one to cry and forgive. The one to stand and walk away.
Will you let me be me, your girl, your slut, your kitten? Will you be my number 1? My Dominant? My man? My love?
Here's looking at you, Sir.
pleasefindmemaster i am not ignoring You, i am overwhelmed, and struggling to coherently externalize, and well, i cannot rush anything God Wills (choose Your Name or lack thereof); and, neither can You (well maybe You can, i cannot speak in Your Name).With that known, know that i do not intend to be rude to any Soul, and that i would still prefer to be Claimed Now, in a way that will finally definitively quiet my Divine craving-yearning-longing-emotional knot in my Core... this search can be scattering... and that i am simply attempting to navigate my situation ethically, and find Master, so i may function and serve best; both Master and Earth Mother...Wish my Love and Devotion... and may You All find the one(s) You Seek.
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...
Shadowing Limits.. No online only, must progress to real time and hopefully 24 7.No pro Doms. Paying money to my Dom or Master for the privilege of being his is ridiculous.No blood, needles, knives, fireplay, brown showers, or pimping out. No STDs, no kneeling.. on account of bad knees, which actually upsets me greatly that i cannot do this. No children or under 18 years old, my own children are Completely off limits.. there is NO grey area on this. i am not pansexual, bisexual, bi curious, or a lesbian.. i have no interest in being sexual with another woman. However, should my master ask this of me, i would try my best to comply.There may be more to add.Interests.. Being restrained, discipline, guidance, micro management.. if possible with my prospective, being spanked. Possibly more to add later.
bdsmsubmissive93 the thought
Mmm the thought of my Master pulling my hair to get my attention squirming just the thought of my hair being pulled and his other hand around my throat i cant be the only liking the thought of that scenario begging on my knees for more what is wrong with me i crave to be choked out and my hair being pulled until he makes his point across mmm dont mind me over here squirming just the thought makes me wet
Ashtart Dos nuevas publicaciones en mi blog y otra que no es nueva pero está vigente para esta época:
Juguemos, pero, ¿quién paga los juguetes?
¡Qué semana tan interesante!
Esta publicación sobre cómo iniciar una relación Femdom tiene ya dos años, pero sigue tan vigente como el primer día. Como siempre, dar like, comentar, compartir:
Recomendación para empezar el año… ¡y una relación Femdom!
MrWryly Socrates wrote, “The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.”
Another way to look at it is that anyone who thinks they have achieved great wisdom clearly hasn't attained the wisdom to realize how little they still know, and are likely unworthy of the title wise.
I love that idea. I think it's capable extending beautifully for the scene.
If I ever tell someone they should trust me, rather that show someone who I am and hopefully inspire trust through my every action, I am probably undeserving of trust.
If I ever tell someone they should respect me, rather that show someone who I am and hopefully inspire respect through my every action, I am probably undeserving of respect.
If I ever claim to be a Master, having mastered myself, my ideas, my tools, it is likely I am simply displaying my deep unawareness of the more than a lifetime's worth to master.
Of course, they executed Socrates for what he said about wisdom. So, to all those Masters, who demand trust and respect, who have little cliques who award each other leather. I'm sure you totally deserve all you demand. Hopefully that didn't sound too sarcastic. The British accent makes everything sound that way!
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.
urbanleatherlife Today marks the beginning of my search for a domestic servant to assist with various household tasks. I am looking for a unique arrangement that emphasizes mutual comfort and understanding.
Position Overview:
 Type: Unpaid
 Responsibilities: Light housekeeping duties, organization, and general assistance around the home.
 Skills: Massage skills would be a notable plus, as I appreciate relaxation and wellness.
Working Environment:
I welcome a clothing-optional atmosphere, prioritizing comfort and personal freedom. It’s essential to foster an environment where both the servant and I can feel at ease.
I will take time to thoughtfully consider candidates, ensuring they align with these criteria while maintaining a positive, respectful dynamic.
As I navigate this search, I’ll focus on effective communication and transparency to cultivate a healthy working relationship.
edc4656 Master expaspects me to kneel by the door when he comes back to greet him and wait on him. Usually, I will stop my unfinished chores are rushed to the door about 5 mins before to wait on him until he arrives.
After all, there is only slave waiting for the master, and no master should wait for the slave..
Today, master comes back as normal, with me by the door kneeling and waiting for him. I did the usual greetings.
Then he proceed to his dining table for the prepared meals. Thereafter. he went to wash up. Before going to his crouch to watch TV. All these with me trailing, and waiting on him.
When he is watching TV, I will be kneeling by his side body towards him waiting on him and for any instructions.
This is usually the time where he will make me self-confess the unfinished chores for the day. Which is a definite that I cannot complete.
So as usual, I will list down the incomplete tasks, of course in the prescribed way of talking befitting a girly slave. Today, I did not finish about 30% of the daily task. After hearing, master then decides on the punishments and its severity for the chores unfinished, which are usually administered on the spot. Today, master decided to 'award' 30 strokes of cane on each of my palm for the incompetency of my works.
He stretched his hand out for the cane near his crouch while presented both palms for master's caning. Pain is definite despite how often I have it.. Though by now I am able to endure better, it is still pain afterall. This is especially so from the very first stroke that hit the palm.. Ouch!! AND SHOCKING PAIN... Master proceed to administer the punishment accordingly until he completes it.. And as usually, I had to thanked him in a his prescribed manner. Then he continued watching his TV.
Seems like administering such punishments are already so daily norm for master that it is nothing significant to him. But as slave, bearing the receiving end, the pain is still felt, which embedded more lesson-learned in my head to improve and behave better. Pain is indeed is useful tools to the master to constantly train and conditioned me to be more of his slave. And to keep me reminded of my position with him.
Being a typical weekday, after watching tv, master decided to go to bed. And as usual, I kneeled by his bedside waiting on him, until he falls soundly asleep...
 Mandi362 On the twelfth day of Kinkmas my true sub got from me:Twelve spankers spankingEleven croppers croppingTen paddlers paddlingNine caners caningEight maids a milkingSeven floggers floggingSix whippers whippingFive Ben Wa ballsFour anal beadsThree stuffed holesTwo nipple clampsAnd a red butt over my knee.
Draco023
I've been asked a few times how far I'd go with modifications. The short answer is as far as I can without limiting the toys usefulness. Ideally to turn her into a combination of Jessica Rabbit and Hellraiser. So if I find someone as into modifications as I am this is what I'd do. If not, then not. Reality is, if I connect well with someone who has no interest in any of this, the relationship takes priority.
I need to find a surgeon who will do some semi illegal procedures once I find a toy. The polypropylene breast implants certainly, so it's udders never stop growing. If not, then silicone up to an H cup. Bone anchor rings in its ankles and wrists to make hobbling it simple and permanent. Pull out its teeth with dentures to be used so it looks better, until it's time to use it orally. The tracheostomy as I already mentioned. Shorten its Achilles tendon so it can only stand in ballet boots. Ass implants if squats don't create enough.
The rest of the changes I can do: Total hair removal except for pigtails. The nipples, septum, clit and labia all pierced with 8 gauge rings. The tongue split and each side pierced cross ways. Induced lactation. Chastity piercing. Brands and tattoos of ownership as well as for punishment and humiliation. Corset training to 14-12 inches.
KinkyPear "First Encounter"
Inner thoughts of this dom.
HIM:
"Today I'm about to meet this incredibly sexy submissive ive been coveting for a while. She a cute little thing that would be perfect to join my family. I wonder how quick she will succumb to my will? What and how far will she go to be allowed to orgasm?" These as many other stray and random thought rattled their way around my mind. The excitement mounting as we were about to meet real time after a very long period of online and phone chats as we each revealed ourselves to each other. Developing what we hoped would be a meet that would cause sparks to fly within us as the anticipation had grown that seductive.
I meet you at a quiet little bar. There we introduce ourselves for the first time in real life. I feel like I know so much about you after the many weeks we have spent chatting online. You are even more beautiful in person. As I hug you tightly to my body the faint whiff of your perfume entices me. I slowly slide my hands down your back as out tongues dance in our joined mouths. Working down your firm ass I can't help but squeeze your cheeks. I slight moan escapes your lips into my mouth. I disengage our lips and bring my face against your neck. Once again inhaling your perfume and freshly washed hair. As I bring one hand up to your head to hold it in place as I nuzzle your neck my other hand slides up your short dress to make sure you followed my instructions and didn't wear underwear.
I pull your head to the side by your hair exposing your neck. Like Dracula I attack your neck. Nibbling and licking it as I work my way to your naked shoulder. My other hand openly caressing your naked ass for all to see. I am so proud of her. She passingly mentioned to me that she was never into PDA nor was she much for kissing. Yet here we stood locked together mouth to mouth for all the world to see. "If only she had gotten thus kind of affection more often. Would she feel differently?" I think to myself.
She feels the cool breeze against her naked ass as I intentionally expose it. I want to see her reaction to my actions. Will she deny my? If I am to be her sir surely she will comply. She knows if she passes the tasks I will bestow upon her over the next week that she will find shelter within my arms. Secure in the fact that I will help her grow and be there to catch her when she falls. For this she will give me her mind, heart and body but eventually I want to own her soul. The pilgrimage of that honor is my quest.
HER:
Feeling you lift my incredibly already short skirt and the breeze on my ass, you feel my whole body grow warm, and see the bright red spreading across my skin, as i move my hand to cover my poor ass and gs every so quietly, in your grip i do my best to turn away from the other people near by knowing i wont get far i still wiggle and whisper a quiet "Sir, theres people looking" all the whole attempting to pull the skirt back down and cover myself.
As she tries to pull back her skirt feeling humiliated and embarrassed I quietly whisper in her ear. It ok baby girl. You are beautiful scars and all. I desire to show you off. Love yourself for me.
You feel my fingers sliding between the cheeks of your ass. Relieved that this action is allowing your skirt to begin covering your nakedness. Suddenly you feel my finger tip dip between your lips that are moist from fear and excitement. The action is quick and efficient. Only lasting a split second yet the feelings it created within you may last much longer. You quickly look around to see if anyone noticed your reaction and what sir is doing to you.
There at the bar is a young man. He can't be any older than 22. A grin on his face as he quickly turns away when you look his way as if you wouldn't notice the lust within his eyes.
You suddenly feel wanted and desired. Here your sir wants you and is giving you the attention you've been longing for for so long. And a man who is so young looks at you like a cougar with lust. Willing to pounce on you if he could.
All these thoughts are running freely thru your tangled mind. Mixed emotions running ramped like a freed feral cat. Yet your body is betraying you with its actions.
You turn suddenly away from me pulling me towards the waiting booth in the darker corner. I see the flushed look in your face. The embarrassment I have caused you. It turns me on making my cock twitch even more. The wetness I felt when dipping my finger in you showed me how your body betrays your mind. Although embarrassed you are turned on. Is it because of my actions or because you were being watched.
I glance at the young man who is once again looking. I look him in the eye with alpha male intimidation that has served me well all my life. Something earned taught and released from my primal interior being from the years I spent in special forces while in the military. Something about one who has seen things that show the ugliness of man is like an imprint. Although not visible it is detected in posture. My eyes show a certain sadness but also scream that I am not one to be reckoned with.
The young man immediately turns away. He picks up his beer and goes to the other end of the bar. Interpreting the unsaid message given to him by just a glare by a man more than twice his age.
That instant momentarily distracts me as I faintly hear something you said but didn't fully acknowledge. I pull you back to me. Holding you tight against my body once again. I feel your breasts pressed against my chest. Our groins mashed together as if they already know what is to come later. Anxious to get started as my cock strains against the denim of my jeans held prisoner. I whisper once again into your ear.
"It's OK baby girl. I want to feel you against me for another moment. After all these weeks you are now flesh and not just words. I nip your bare shoulder lightly with my teeth.
My tongue then flicks back and forth where my teeth once bit as if to offer a healing moment. Unneeded tho because of the gentleness of it.
Putting the smile on my face that I use for the world, the one that doesn't necessarily reach my eyes but seems to somehow charm everyone that comes in contact with.
Feeling you slide into the booth next to me, I have to concentrate so hard. In a way that I do not tense up, but keep my body relaxed. In the way "he who must not be named" showed me at all times. Afterall, no man wants to cuddle a corpse Katey! Shaking the thought from my head. I relax and let my features fall soft. Warm and welcoming.
I risk a glance up from the table where my gaze has previously been focused and catch his eyes. They're peering into mine! Why on earth does it feel like he's looking straight into my soul? No one ever notices this much or pays this much attention. I know I'm cute tonight. Hell, I'm always cute. Enough cleavage showing to capture the attention of everyone in the room that has a penis and even some who don't. Why is he so focused on my eyes?
Shifting nervously but trying so hard to stay relaxed. (No one cuddles a corpse Katey!) I can't help but freeze just a bit as he grabs my hand pulling it to his face. Please don't notice the sweaty palms I chant in my head. He's going to think I'm insane or unable to show love. SHIT! What if he thinks I don't like him?
Pushing the thoughts from my head again drawing my focus back to the moment. I realize he's speaking to me. Not hearing half the words, but his eyes capturing mine again like he seems to have a talent of doing. I see a soft side in there. Someone honestly gentle.
You've seen that before too Katey! Right before the black eye my brat pipes up. Shut up it's different this time try to have faith. I zone back into his words and catch something about being his pet for the night. About being taught new things.
This stirs the curious one, the fun filled one with the will to live inside me. She gets super excited bouncing up and down like a child seeing stars for the first time. Eyes shining bright. She loves to learn new things.
All this flashes across my face before the brat hog ties her and sits her back down in the chair. For once her and I agree. Now is not the time for you to surface we're still treading new waters here.
Wondering if he saw the roller coaster of emotions going through my twisted broken mind before my face settles. Back to the factory style smile and shining blue eyes all the men seem to love. I relax into his touch trying to show I'm not a mutant. Afraid I'll come off robotic. The motions coming so natural they seem programmed ( No one cuddles a corpse Katey!)
Hoping this gets past him and smile briefly hearing him say, "Tonight I own you". I reply with a sweet, "Yes Sir! I can't wait."
Looking into her eyes as he holds her hand for reassurance he sees inner conflict. A turbulent turmoil of emotions taking flight within. He understands these feelings all too well. Demons that he himself has wrestled with for most of his life. His innocence stripped away from him as a delusional teenager.
His mind flashes back to the day he graduated high school. Signing his life away for the next 4yrs. Gonna be a GI! Government Issued, warrior. Right the wrongs and save the world from evil.
Yeah if only he knew who the enemy really was. How evil is everywhere in so many shapes and forms. A delusioned man child at only 18 who thought he knew it all.
Quickly his mind snaps back to her. He lays her hand on his thigh and holds it there. Mere inches from his inflamed cock. Swelling that she has caused. Yes she is cute. Those beautiful braless tits on display. Just as he had instructed her to show off. Her beautiful, wanting to please, features displayed on her face. Her body, in that short dress. This too he had requested. One that could have started wars centuries ago. Her freshly washed hair with a hint of fruity smell.
My God what I want to do to that body! But no not yet! Beautiful women are a dime a dozen. That's not what I am after. I want that inner beauty I know is there hiding in fear in the darkness. Perhaps behind one too many negative experiences.
He looks at her again. Tilts his head to the side and leans in. Plants a soft kiss upon her forehead. "This is to free your mind of evil thoughts.", he tells her. Then leaving her hand on his thigh he takes hold of her head. One hand on either side and draws it to him. He kisses one eye, as her eyes instinctively closed. Perhaps out of fear. Then he kisses the other. "These are to ward off evil visions and nightmares.", he tells her.
As he releases her he notices her hand is right where he left it. Is it out of fear he wonders as he glances down. Then he sees her moving her hand. Rubbing his thigh. Almost as if she is giving him a non-verbal thank you.
Thanking her lucky stars she's put on her trained face. Her body falling in line with the program. This scene all well to practiced in previous encounters with other men. Her body doesn't trip her up for once. It manages to stay relaxed when he reaches for her hand placing it on his thigh.
He keeps her hand trapped under his a few moments. A feeling she's used to. The pinned down feeling. But this time something is different about it. Maybe it's the soft sweet words coming from a reassuring mouth. Instead of the normal don't move whore she was used to. Maybe its the sweet soft kisses he's laid upon her forehead or eyes. She's never felt something like this in all her years experience with men. She finds it confusing. Yet comforting. Feeling that wonder child inside stir some more before the brat slaps her in the back of the head. This is why you stay locked down. Too eager and not enough caution.
The mix of emotions inside rolling over in her mind cause an automatic reaction. The smile softens on her lips. Eyes closing just a little before she peers up at him through her lashes. His hand has moved but two things occured. One she knows never to move from a spot youve been placed unless you want the belt. Yet, a stranger feeling she's not sure she's felt before. Of not wanting to move hand this time. In fear of feeling to stiff again she lightly brushes her fingertips along his thigh. Not out of habit this time but because maybe part of her actually wanted to.
Squeezing her thighs together she notices how wet she's become. She can't understand it. Pressing them tighter in fear of leaving behind a wet spot. She can't help but think, "Where are the drinks?"
His relief at feeling her hand beginning to rub his thigh is a welcome relief. Although part of him wonders. Is this just a programmed response? Is she like the many other women he has spent countless hours with chatting, exchanging photos and erotica only to vanish after the session was over.
Almost as if, they, no different than what would be considered creepy guys. They used him to flirt and arouse until they achieved their level of sexual satisfaction and then disappeared. Leading him on like a cruel joke. No he says. That's why he reminds himself, it's not about the sex.
If not to toy with him then what would a beautiful young woman see in an older man like himself. The look in her eyes as she looks at him gives him strength. He sees so much of himself in her. Scars of hurt, rejection, pain and broken promises of lost love.
Yet here I am today he says almost out loud. Daring to take each step to move forward proud and strong. To never give up and to fight whatever battle comes my way. In whatever shape or form it manifests itself. His strength comes from his confidence. A weaker man would be shy and afraid to take a chance again for fear of once again being used and rejected. Tossed aside like left over scraps. But no not me. I am a WARRIOR! I want to believe that there are still people who can love out there the way I do. It keeps my faith in humanity from being irradicated.
All this swims through him as his mind processes it all with the lightning speed of a super computer. Just like his training. Compartmentalize evaluate the situation and act. It has worked for him all his life.
The long pause between them like a moment of silence causes some awkwardness between them. Then he feels her rubbing his thigh harder. More confidently as if by her own attrition and not a programmed response or expectational desire. It's as if she can see him go far away and is saying, "I'm here. I want to be here and you're ok".
Once again he looks into her eyes and sees something that wasn't there before. A softness. A real glitter almost as if they were smiling at him. Wanting and desiring him. His already hard cock twitches. He feels it touch against her hand from the unexpected reaction she's caused. He feels a wetness against his bare thigh as he realizes he's leaking because of her!
Thoughts are interrupted as the waitress finally arrives. He orders a Sprite for himself and looks at her and asks. "What would you like beautiful?"
A gentle nibble and a kiss! Her coy way of showing affection is illuminating. Her cute sense of witty humor threw him off guard but breaks a grin on his face. She has the humor in her like I do he thinks.
He turns to her and sees her sitting there hands clasped together on her lap. Legs firmly held tight as if to ward off foreign invaders and protect her real-estate. He slowly eyes her up and down. Her breasts he notices pushed out as if she is attempting to seduce him with them. Her heavy breathing pushing them in and out each time she takes a breath.
He notices how the dress accents her features and brings out the woman in her. Good choice he thinks to himself glad that he purchased it for her and had it shipped to her. Along with the garters that hold up those incredible stockings he liked so much. As he continues down he sees the cowgirl boots as well. He noticed how well the whole outfit fit her earlier but was too enthralled with other things to notice all the details till now. Even tho they are imprinted in his mind to remember forever. Their first meet and date which if leads to what he hopes and knows she desires may be a long term relationship.
He brings his eyes up and looks deep into her eyes now. He made it quite obvious that he was checking her out. He looks at her hoping that checking her out and admiring her has pleased her. Perhaps even aroused her. He leans in and plants a soft and gentle kiss on her neck again. He loves necks and shoulders. Moving to her ear as the waitress returns with their drinks He whispers. "You are sexy as fuck. Even more beautiful in person than all the pictures and videos you sent me can capture. If only you knew how much I desire you right now."
The waitress places the drinks in front of them smiling as she overheard his comment. She even noticed his tongue flicker across her ear.
"Would you two like anything to eat tonight?" She asks. He looks at her and grins. "On our menu" she chuckles knowing what that grin insinuated.
His Katey too giggled at that. Feeling more confident in herself knowing his desire was genuine.
He laughing says. Yes please can you bring us some menus. You obviously know what I would like as my appetizer and dessert He says to the waitress knowing she has a good sense of humor. The waitress laughs with him. I don't blame you she says. I would probably skip all of that and just have her as the main course myself.....
A chuckle from in his heart surfaces itself. It's audible sound to those within earshot turn to look it is that infectious and genuine. He wraps his arm around her neck as she cuddles into him for the first time. Feeling her warmth against him he wraps his arm around her neck holding her closer to him. Enjoying how she feels. He notices and feels her hand upon his thigh. This time voluntarily and with movement of its own.
"She's a firecracker isn't she" he half asks half states to the waitress. The waitress can't help but notice in the position she is in now with her head tucked into him, his arm around her neck asnif claiming ownership that she can see right down her dress. Her beautiful breast in plain sight and her nipples hard from arousal. She sees the woman's hand move to his thigh. The action of her rubbing draws her attention to it. She notices how hard he is and how his cock is running down the inside of his thigh mere millimeters from her hand. She notices what looks to be a damp spit on his jeans. She's is mesmerized by these two as she is hypnotized by their hidden affection and the energy radiating from them. She sees her run her finger along the length of his rigid cock. Slowly methodically with purpose. This little vixen knows exactly what she is doing as she looks up at her, stares into her eyes and grins. His cock continually twitching and pulsing from her actions.
His voice draws her back to reality. "Whatever she wants tonight. We are celebrating our union" he says. Then he looks down at her as she lifts her eyes to meet his. A glimmer that sparkles thru his piercing blue eyes looking deep into hers.
"What would my darling pet like to eat" he softly asks her. As he waits for her reply he can't help but feel a rush running thru his body. The way she's teasing his cock on her own. She may think that he didn't notice the pixy like smile she gave the waitress who saw her doing it. As he looks down into her eyes to ask her what she would like he too notices the plunging neckline of her dress is allowing anyone above her to see her tits. He sees her nipples standing out exceptionally far and hard from the soft roundness of her breast.
It excites him making him leak once again. He can feel the wet warmth released from the eye of his cock.
After asking her what she would like he gently blows down the front of her dress. His breath running down her neck across her brwasr and to her nipples. He swears it looks like they just got bigger from that.
He turns to the waitress noticing she saw this too. Her reaction is priceless. Her almost hypnotic state excites him. She TOO wants and desires his little pet nestled softly and safely against him as his strong arm holds her tight.
He blinks his eyes several times. The light starting to creep its way into the room is almost blinding. He rubs them trying to get the sleep out of them as he looks around and then checks out the clock.
Looking down at his crotch he realizes his cock is still hard. There's even a couple wet spots on his underwear. Clearing his head he slowly gets up to go make coffee. Wow that was one hell of a dream he smiles to himself remembering it.
yourgirljoy So many letters asking about the intro quote in my profile. Nope, it's not from a book. I wrote it. For all those who are asking, here's the full version:::
That sweet girl, with the world in her soul, the heart of it on her sleeve, tears like diamonds never shed for the pain of the world felt too sweetly. She holds it all, your dreams, your desires, and the ability to take your darkest fantasies and make them whole. She is strength of spirit, and her soul flies free above you. You can take her to arm, like a falcon coming to roost, but you will never tether this feather of sunlight. Yet, fragile is this creature. As if to say, all your words were glass in delicate hands. One false word, and the glass shatters, shards of bloody pain amidst her fragile fingers. Oh, speak you the truth, that her gentle hands stay soft and her eyes glow for you. Speak you the truth, that the world, your world, not shatter and leave her with glow extinguished. Rather let her fly, admiring the curve of her as she soars, knowing that it is to you she returns, that sweet girl, to let you glimpse the heart of it all deep within falcon green eyes."
by yourgirljoy 2022
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.
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.
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.
HotWifeMistress I'm a loving caring Domme seeking her sub for ltr.
You: available, devoted, educated, professional, well-off, well-rounded, Caucasian, attractive, publicly alpha, privately submissive, faithful, non-sissy, cuckold (non-negotiable). Need cuckoldress to pamper, obey, serve, worship, support, suffer for emotionally and physically. Ideal Situation: long-term relationship leading to marriage in TPE/Cuckold situation where cuckold is subjected to long-term sexual denial and chastity, reduced to slave-husband status in permanent service to me. You have to earn the status of husband before being a slave. I am not a slave master. Me: Petite 5'3" 120 lb sexy curves, African American Dom, the boss, business owner, attractive, caring considerate person but to my cuckold husband, I will keep always wanting more and begging to please me. Must be good looking, in shape and health conscious. I am all 3 of those so you must be too. I'm self employed and the boss. I live in New Jersey and I'm not looking nor will entertain long distance relationships. Must be in the NJ, Philly, or DE . I'm willing to do some variations of the above in the way of physical appearance. Although if you're extremely over weight or unhealthy, I'm not interested. I dedicate a lot of time to keeping myself in shape and eating healthy foods.
I really want a person that I care about who needs to be dominated more than I need someone to treat cruelly just for the sake of being mean.
I prefer you be over 40, mature, health conscious, as I really want someone in great shape but at least be healthy and HWP. The more successful you are, the more I want to dominate you.
When you respond let me know about you, your past experiences or anything that's significant. Messages with pics will be answered first, if I choose to answer at all. One liners or "how may I serve you" will be erased.
hotwife, domme, poly, cuckold, cuckoldress, hot wife, domination
MistressHowl Chickens and eggs, carts before horsesBigSigh .. 1st visit, Excellent. 2nd, smh .. Idk which was more detrimental,The combo of miscommunication and misrepresentationor My own error in not insisting on sticking to My original plan anywayBut was led to believe it would be integrated .. however, wasnt .Then today a previously hidden but suspected piece of the puzzle was revealed, and now the whole pictures clearer, but lost much of its allure.. Shame, bc the issues wouldnt have been issues if theyd just been discussed, and or handled better. Wish it all had been .. ah well.. smh .. hindsight sux
Only bright side Im capable of coming up with atm is; they keep weeding themselves out quick as spit
quirkylittle4daddy this site doesn't want me to be great. it keeps cutting off my piece i'm trying to share and it's not even as lengthy as other works i've written. oh well, can't stop won't stop. is the 5th upload attempt the charm instead of the 3rd? let's see if it cuts it off in this format.
Wavy Baby: Sirenade, The Lullaby of Power, Love, and Connection
this song is excellence. it provides nuturing in such a cool and curated vibe. it's an updated lullaby in a song. it's a shh shh shh whisper hug in an art deco haute couture framework.
this song could be so many versions. it could be a connection to spirit and the water goddesses since it is sirenade...serenade as a siren.....it could be a song for women connection to other women.
but my focus here is always about the power dynamic.
in that context i hear it in two ways..it could be the submissive woman singing to the man. in the first part...it could be then the man reciprocating in the other half after the mermaid season breakdown.
it could be a segment i don't talk about often due to my complete inexperience of being able to attempt this to happen for me but what exists, the daddy through the dominant woman...be it a more butch or masculine or gender fluid et all woman....or a femme woman...because similar to submissive daddy men, the feminine presenting and aligned woman that is a daddy is often overlooked...but they have and do exist for long periods of time as well....
i feel contextually given the singer is a woman it makes more sense for it to be sung for the submissive woman straight up from the dominant daddy woman's perspective in that relationship.
but i feel all those apply.
her cover says love is war and i've experienced that. but something in me knows it doesn't have to be...and while not getting there can be emotionally, mentally, spiritually hard..the actions of avoiding it being a war are quite easy. be ready to burn everything and anything that doesn't serve your highest good for the good of the third energy, the relationship. burn like a phoenix, shinier, brighter, more you, and more elevated. over and over between the dance of you and your beloved. claim them and hold on for the ride knowing your life partner is there along with you birthing this new you this new union.....the rollercoaster inside will eventually subside and when you don't make love war, you always have your emotional/mental/spiritual/sexual/physical/financial partner there with you step by step into the challenges of life by you. i see and have only experienced what happens when the other person can't go through the fire. and i have experienced only the love is war. but i see it in others all around me online, offline, before social media, after social media.
love doesn't have to be war if both parties or if polyamorous all parties don't let it.
"Wavy, baby
Baby, baby, baby
Yeah"
iamddb says, 'urban jazz'...but it sounds vocally like 'harbinger'...and that mishear nuance the way she pronounces it adds another layer to this chicly crafted lullaby.
"har·bin·ger/ˈhärbənjər/nounnoun: harbinger; plural noun: harbingers
a person or thing that announces or signals the approach of another."witch hazels are the harbingers of spring"Similar:heraldsignindicatorindicationsignalpreludeportentomenauguryforewarningpresageannouncerforerunnerprecursormessengerusheravant-courierforetoken
FemSadistFl Morning all -- we are entering a interesting time of the year - let's see who's up to the chellenge
Pegtember
Pegtember is the month of September when those lucky enough get to participate in pegging. Whether that is receiving or giving, rejoice- its Pegtember
Locktober
When typically men put on chastity cages on for the entire month of October.
No Nut November aka #NNN
No Nut November (NNN) is an annual online challenge where submissive / slaves try to abstain from masturbation and orgasm for the entire month of November.
Denial December aka #Dencember
Denial December is a monthly challenge in the spirit of Pegtember, Locktober, and No Nut November. During the month of December, each day you must edge to the brink of orgasm in the amount of days that have passed in December (15 orgasms on December 15, 16 on Dec. 16, etc.). If you cum during the month, you fail the challenge. YOU MUST DENY YOURSELF ORGASM FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH TO SUCCEED. Good luck, have fun
aslenderslave So, how submissive am I?
I met up with a new Master today. He'd answered an ad I'd put up on a personals page and we'd chatted and swapped pics for a few days on Telegram.
He was very dominant and talking about 'dehumaising' me - I didn't quite know what that meant but I was definitely curious - it flicked a switch in my submissive mind.
This morning he asked if I was free - and luckily I was able to move things around and go over to his place.
With a beating heart I knocked on his door (I always forget how frightening it is until I'm standing outside a new Master's house again!), and he let me in.
He was very good looking - amazing eyes, good build. The flat was a down-at-heel studio, and a complete tip - so that was very off putting.
Anyway, he didn't hang around; after I'd stripped he gave me a bit of a spanking and bit my ass a few tmies, then he had me kneel down, and take his cock in his mouth and proceeded to piss and hold me there while I drank it all.
This wasn't something I'd ever done before and whilst it was gross, I guess that was the point and so I swallowed it all, not spilling a drop.
Next he agve me an enema, even though I'd cleaned myself before I set out; and then he had me sit on the loo and watched while I discharged it all. No privacy.
I then got to suck his cock which was short and circumcised, but quite fat. He was an Indian guy and I'd never been with a guy like that before.
Next I knelt on the cold tiles of the bathroom and he ordered me to rim him. This was another thing I'd only done once and again I found the idea rather gross - but I did as I was ordered.
Next into the bedroom, more cock sucking and then a very firm talking to in which he said that after this meeting I'd have a choice about whether to continue to serve him, or to walk away.
Then more rimming.
I dont know what it was, but during this part of the meet, I suddenly thought "I don't want to do this", and so I stopped and said so.
He ordered me to stand at the end of the bed and explain why, and I just said I wasn't enjoying it. So he let me get dressed again and I left.
He was very nice about it, and afterwards sent me a telegram message with a video of him deleting the pictures he'd taken during the session.
And I went home on the bus, wondering whether I was submissive and ready for a Master's collar, or just a little slut who loves getting fucked - and should therefore stop calling myself a sub.
Does anyone have any thoughts?
Grabdaddyshand I smiled, as I pushed you on the bed, seeing as your body hit the pillow top and sink into its softness.I felt you, as you body contorted when I ran my tongue over the hood of your clit, like a pace horse.I was turned on, at the way you looked at me ging when I slid between your thighs.I melted when you ease into your role as you were given direction.I got excited, as I felt you explode after trying so hard to hold on to that feeling.I am proud, as you walk away naked legs shaking like a newborn calf.I feel relief when you put your head on my chest with a wicked smile on your lipsI can be at peace, knowing that the morning will come and you will still be mine.
CarpeEros I've absolutely no interest in her sexually but just added someone to Favorites just as a way to bookmark them so I can read her Journal entries. Because we have a few things in common and I may find her writings interesting.
Was considering sending her a 1 or 2 sentence message just to let her know the Favorites means that and only that..but apparently no messages from males are accepted. Which is just as well, since too many on here are unable to see the truth even if it's right in front of them, though I mostly sympathize as many have been burned by the dishonest in the past.
Others on the other hand, protest loudly how they hate all the unwanted advances but recoil even more from the encounter with someone who truly has no sexual interest in them but may have interests in common. Which is a bit rich given all the comments one hears about how it's bad form from the other side to only be interested sexually and to lose interest when it's for friendship..pot and kettle.. gander and goose..
On a positive note, life despite its pains and worse, can be very beautiful, so those of you, which is very many, who struggle with depression or holiday stress..please take a few moments or longer to take good care of yourself and remind yourself This Too Will Pass about bad things in your life, and find some moments to enjoy stillness, warm solitude, quiet and inner peace.
mastergcs This was writen by one of my slaves, so I though I would post it here.
Almost everyone wants something for nothing. Bargains Attract. Finding a good value excites almost everyone, so much so that we rush to share the news. Wanting anything for free is perhaps human nature. However, many of us have had to learn the hard way, again and again, that you get what you pay for. But cheap dishes, you’ll be replacing them sooner rather than later. You reap what you sow, this is also true of human interaction as well, and most people sadly, cannot put the two concepts together and compare them. Why do we think that people should respect us before we respect them? Why do we crave privacy and yet are often quick to invade someone else’s? Why do we think that others will be there for us, even if we aren’t available for them? Being part of the group, a house, friends, family, means being the same in return. It’s not an easy thing to do, in fact it’s rather time consuming. Although the rewards are indisputable, we still find people who tend to hesitate, and wait, letting other people make the first move. First to commit, first to open their arms, first to open their house, first to be honest, first to be forthright, first to take action, speak their mind, and offer homage, first to everything. Getting the other people to commit first, reduces our own effort, perhaps making it easier, but even with that said you will still receive according to what you give. He who gives little, receives little. He who risks nothing, gains nothing. Being able to see, comprehend, grock and utilize this principle simplifies our lives, not complicates it as so many would have us believe. Once we Master this principle of living, I believe we never forget it. Loving you has made me want to become a better person, I know I don’t often show it, But I do appreciate everything you do, most of all I appreciate the learning lessons. Thank you so much for having the patience to put up with me.
Verijaa It's baffling why some guys start an email by saying they've read a profile, and immediately make it obvious that they haven't. Or that they have little or no reading comprehension. Do you think we're so stupid we won't notice? You know everybody can tell who has looked at their full profile, right? You can't read all of mine without looking at the full profile, so I KNOW IF YOU HAVEN'T. Not to mention there are things in there placed there specifically to see if it's been read.Do you think there's nothing in there you might need to know? Do you think a dominant just wrote it for fun and it doesn't mean anything? Do you think "getting to know a dominant" might include reading what she writes? Do you think lying about it will make a good impression?If you want to get to know me and maybe serve me some day, the first step is to PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT I SAY. Starting with the profile. The second step is to NEVER LIE. I mean, seriously, this is not rocket science, guys. Anybody past ten years old should be able to figure this stuff out.
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
dachastesub
This is, I think, my first Journal Entry.
I have written responses to several profiles posted by women on this site. I have never included a "laundry list of activities", but rather simply presented myself as a submissive male in search of LTR with a lady who desires to take the lead in a relationship.
I have had little luck with this approach, having actually met 2 women, one of which judged me too old (76 then) and still under 80 now.
I have read many profiles posted by dominant women here, not a few of which express frustration about subs "who want to top from the bottom" and a like number who seem to not like for sub men to say what they want in the way of activities. At the same time some women have an exhaustive "laundry list" of actiities in which they are interested,
Recently, I responded to such a profile and before doing so, I printed a 3 or 4 page laundry list of activites from the lady's laundry list. I responded by giving information about my knowledge, inteest, experience, like or dislike, or opinion of each item on the list. Because CS system doesnt seem to like really long responses to profiles, I broke it down in 4 or 5 diffeent messages. To my surprise, the lady read them all, whch is the opposite of my experience with most of my other responses. She sent me a not telling me she liked the detailed responses to her laundry list, even thanked me for it. Of coursel I was rejected, but it was better than beilng ignored.
So, tell me please, ladies, do you really want such detailed responses to you profiles on the first contact? Or, is the problem more about being between 76 and 80, is just too old to begin with??
with respect,
dachastesub
MistressHowl A Click of theWheel and a new Cycle Begins, with sudden surprising promise and potential😳 Muses, Inspiration, and the awakening of things too long dormant. Huzzah!!❣️but tbh still feral wary .... and a bit gobsmacked😆yay?
Oak Moon Mother smiles down in all Her Glory, bathing me in Comfort and helping purge what no longer serves. And at Her heel is Yule, fulfilling the promise of Rebirth/Renewal .. and with its merry twinkle hints at the path full of new Adventures ahead. )O(
If all goes well, its proof Miracles do happen, and or that Majick Works hahaha
And if it turns out hes not My forever boi... Well...then at least itl'l be fun for awhile .. untl its Not.
Unrelated 12.28 update
Expect? Ive learned not to expect anything from anyone. Hellsbells even vanilla you cant expect common sense minimal manners or basic human decency smmfhHowever I do Appreciate Honesty above all,especially when its Hardest. Also..Consistency over time lol hmmm .. Intelligence, Curiosity, selfawareness, motivation and discipline that come from within, Loyalty Honor Devotion Integrity Empathy Passion, a great twisted sense of humor, and Wit which is not the same thing ..an exploring adventurous nature, talented hands and mouthAll great assets, but .. shrugs and smilesIm multifaceted and multidimensional, Adept and adaptableand tbh am only rigidly unflexible about particular Unacceptable tones, attitudes, behaviors, mindsets
NYCDom4polysubs
The Democratic Dom: While it might sound like an oxymoron this Dominant is one who controls by agreement. Limitations, conditions, safe words, and times & places are all agreed upon beforehand and strictly adhered to. Discussions between the Dom and sub are the norm and written contracts are not unheard of.
Punishment is both a training tool and very often a reward. It is dispensed by the Dom to achieve or reinforce a certain behavior in his sub and at the same time as a pleasurable (sexual) stimulation for the sub. While both punishment and reward may be two distinct areas in the relationship, many times the lines .
Submissives who are attracted to these situations are those who want the same agreed condition and especially the limitations. They can be called feisty, bad little girls, spoiled, hard to tame, because they like to challenge the limits and/or rules. Or because they have certain fears.
This can be a game area where fun supersedes the Dominant/submissive operative. The Dominant and submissive like the actual and varied activities and enjoy each other when participating in them. In many cases the submissive does not actually want to surrender but likes playing as if she does.
These relationships seem to be less long term, as this is the area where “thrill seekers” usually reside. Many like this type of situation since it is a convenient and safe way to play with D/s. It is fun and it makes it easy to feel like they are indeed practicing D/s. These same people while enjoying D/s related scenes are not as into the emotional side of dominance and submission as are others.
On the other hand this type also serves a very good purpose, acting as a safe passage into other variations of D/s, or for learning, especially among those who are doing this for the first time with someone new, or they are trying it for the first time ever. After some experience is gained in D/s activities these people begin to learn the “rules of the road”, so to speak. Sometimes leading to a more intimate and stronger D/s relationship.
alenaslight The mystery of living a life of divine love with harmonious relationships, getting total support and joy within a loving family is surrender. Jesus Christ has said to keep the peace so much as it depends on you. There are many who look for social approval and it takes their focus away from having harmonious relationships. They instead care too much about the opinions of others or what others have said regarding a person and not getting to know them on their own, personally. Having bonds within communities is a good thing as we are all truly brothers and sisters of one another. Look out for the interests of others and not to your own only. Look at your brothers and sisters wherever in the world they may be. Are they in need of anything? If you are abundant and possess something they need that you can spare then don't hold back, give. Not everything is about money either. Lend an ear, lend a shoulder to cry upon, write those letters, offer a hug, cook a meal for someone. When you give you receive. It is written. Only please do not sound a trumpet before you for the deeds you are doing for a brother or sister. No one needs to know, just you, God, and your brother or sister that you helped. And if you cannot give, I say to you pray. The prayers prayed in faith will heal a person even a nation. Will you be caught standing strong in love for God and others? Jesus Christ's homecoming is closer than we may think. Will you be ready?
Looking4boy2own one word: DEVISTATED!
my recent Echocardiogram came back worse than expected I went down the slope as opposed to climbing... I'm wrecked and not happy about it, understandably... It's almost back to where it was when the condition was caught and I was hospitalized... so NOT GOOD !!!
it feels like all the work I have done has been for nothing and I feel defeated... having a terminal condition sucks...
Some good news though, looks like my record shop will be a reality sooner than later, I got all my LLC etc filed and done so, look at me trying this adulting thing! lol This I am excited about!
NeedingSome74 Well I'm back on here again to o guess make it more clear on what I am not. There are men on here that really think there Gods gift to women. There's men on her that think that they are here that think that they can try to
seduce you by saying words about their fantasies. There's also men on here. I think women are pieces of meat or for their pleasure only, that their toys, or they want to be abusive,.
I am here to figure out what I want. I know what I don't want. I don't want a man that thinks that he can control me. because I know 90% sure that I did not want a man the things that they can control me because that's not. I'm looking for. Always been a strong independent woman I plan to be an independent woman. I will not have a man dictate on what I can can wear. If I'm paying my own bills and buy more clothes and whatever else I have, and even if somebody else is paying for it, I am not a slave nor will I ever be. maybe this is the wrong site for me to be on. I don't know.
CosmicCunt Cowards? Dolts? Flakes? Predators? Time wasters? Inconsistent at best.
Its weird to have people request a time for speaking, give you their phone number and then close their account before the appointed time. Such odd behavior and it certainly gives one pause when engaging here. Then there are those whom you have spoken with many times, shared video chat, Q & A, moving towards a meeting, only to - never contact you again once you request a meeting.
You are not sincere and genuine.
Where have all the cowboys gone - the one with social graces, honor, integrity? There are a few here of course and they are greatly appreciated but the rest ...need relationship therapy.
Thank GOD there are a few men here who are moving in the right direction! I fear I would lose all hope if not for their persistence and welcome demeanors.
angelfyre05 So, i have been told that if i edit my profile it takes a while for it to come back up so i will add a few things here instead.
1. If you message me and ask for money, you will be blocked and reported.
2. If you message me with "hi" it will not get answered. You are supposed to be an adult, use your words.
3. If you are a married couple, poly or looking for a house maid or an animal...sorry, not interested, please move on.
4. If you do not live in the US, i am sorry, but i will not relocate to another country, i love the one i am in.
5. If you are a submissive and want anything other than friendship, i will not answer you. I am not bi and i am not looking to serve with a sister. I have 5 sisters, i dont want any more lol
6. I will not download multiple chat programs so if i dont have what you have i am sorry (I only have 2)
I know, i know, i sound demanding for a sub. ;) Just trying to weed out the fakes and wannabes and those who only want a maid and cook.
Lotharyx I'm forced to choose a garish background color, and my favorite color isn't among the options. How tremendously frustrating. Anyhow, if you've come so far as to view my profile and read my journal entries (entry, really), I thank you. Some notes:
I'm 46 now (2026)
My main profile text is old and I have matured since I wrote it. I don't want to incur the disabled-profile penalty by changing it. Please ignore most of it.
Men and women have vastly different experiences on these sites. While I try my best to be understanding of the female firehose-of-idiots experience, I ask that you also be understanding of the male ignored-despite-effort experience, and consider if a polite negative response might be better than no response.
I'm a sadistic Dom with a bent for degradation and punishment/pain. That said, my interests are flexible.
That's enough for now. I think most matchmaking sites are slowly dying, and collarspace is no exception. Here's hoping for a few more good connections before it breathes its last.
transformme64 The following I did not write, but came across in here and it very much resonates with me.I think you are more suited to being kept as a submissive fetish sissy. When most people talk about a shemale they mean a girl who has a cock a girl who uses her cock... A frilly fetish sissy is something else entirely. A fetish sissy is not even allowed to have a cock we call it her clitty and we treat it like a clitty keeping it in locked chastity. The more needy horny a fetish sissy gets, the more she becomes controlled by her clitty and quite quickly she finds herself doing utterly humiliating things to please her superiors without so much as a whimper in fact, she often begs for more of the same. She is overwelmed with the desire to suck cocks or be bent over to be doggie bitch butt fucked to obtain her erotic pleasure. To become a submisive creature that wants men to subjugate her and use her to satisfy all their sexual desires and perversions. Using her and ifying her as a sexual toy for their pleasure and orgasmic release. Her oral and anal slut holes just cock receptacles to be filled with hot cum. A sissy sexslave as it were, obediently doing everything she is told no matter how humiliating it might be. Her desire for utter and total submission and humiliation compels her to obey without question.If you google shemale, youll be directed to sites of TS girls fucking males. If you google sissy, youll find frilly little creatures, often dressed in extremely fetish feminine attire getting fucked by a strapon cock or a real mans cock. Often the sissy is on her knees submissively sucking a mans cock like a good sissy cumslut. I think you are the later. I think you are a submissive fetish sissyslut.I think what you need is to have every trace of male left in you removed until you are hopelessly feminine in the most exaggerated ways possible. Totally transformed into a hot sexy slave bitch, then dressed, displayed and used as one.Willing even to submit to large breast implants. Your clitty needs to be locked away and the only way you would be allowed to find orgasmic relief is by being penetrated with stiff hungry cock or a dildo. Your libido and lust turned inward, your slutty desires only satisfied by phallic anal insertion or a mouth full of hard cock. Soon you will find your hips wantonly grinding up to meet your penetrator to attain your orgasmic femme sissy relief. Soon you will crave the company of dominate horny males seeking to use you as a cock slut for their pleasure and perversions.Now picture yourself like that deliriously horny tightly corsetted, locked in a chastity belt with large butt plug stretching your rosebud and filling your bottom, dressed in frills, garters, nylons, panties, petticoats, short revealing skirts, fetish leather or rubber, open ass hobble skirts, locked in the steepest stiletto high heels or ballet boots, ribbons, satin, latex and lace, often humiliated even in public. Often kept in some of restrictive bondage, your will or choice to resist your male suitors completely removed. Forced to submit to horny men orally and anally on a regular basis, transformed into a willing and wanton cocksucking cumslut sissy and bend over pussy butt bitch... Does that sound like you? Yes it most certainly does. You are a fetish sissyslut.
Missblue303 Many folks have a difficult time trying to figure out if they are submissive and so I thought some definitions maybe helpful.
Submissive definition
A submissive:
“one who gives over their rights, their desires, and themselves to another. As a gift” (Urban Dictionary);
“willing to obey someone else” (Merriam Webster).
Pegstresss I am not on your schedule!
You would be lucky to be on mine, period!
If you send me a message, I will reply on my own time and accord. If you are so impatient that you will delete the msgs sent to me, please keep that same energy!
If there are so many options out there, that you squander an opportunity with me then know.... I don't give second chances!
I easily get anywhere from 20-30 msgs daily, which makes it easy for me to get inundated or have lost msgs. So be patient, and possibly send a reminder to bump your msg or you can find me in chat and ask to speak with me there.
CosmicCunt Ok ok ok.
I don't want to be online for any more time than is necessary. I've decided there will be no nursing home and so I ramp up My efforts to find the right mix for a live in. Let's get the communication right. I need to speak to you at a time which is convenient for Me. I will make some consessions, but if YOU CANNOT BE ACCOMODATING TO MY SCHEDULE than we are not going to go far and you are wasting My time for engaging someone who wants to make the time to get things moving! I need. Please do us both a favor and only contact Me if you are READY WILLING AND ABLE.
My suggestion out of the gate is we take this relationship association on for a set period of time. Give matters a chance to work out and work up.
I am not a menu providing dominant woman nor am I able to allow someone to control any aspect of Me outside of our engagement with one another. I've come too far to be handing over any reigns to any untried handler and after all, I am responsible, legally, for a life. So until you demonstrate who you are and I come to trust you, I will be running My own show all on My own.
VixenCherry Looking for an experienced submissive (35+) who can host this weekend. I’m interested in connecting with someone who understands power exchange, communicates well, respaspects boundaries, and values consent and good hygiene.
I’m not looking for endless chatting or time-wasters. If you’re mature, reliable, have previous experience, and are genuinely interested, send me a message introducing yourself, including your age, experience level, and availability.
If we seem like a good match, we can discuss expectations and see if we’re compatible
Interesting in doing pegging and foot worship I'll bring the strap!!
dfw area or basically Fort Worth area
ServiceHeart4Her What I truly seek....I seek 24/7 submission on a psychological level and physical submission at my Mistresses whim.
I do understand that is something that is built gradually over time in a relationship, once trust has been established. I’m drawn primarily to a loving and nurturing style of Domination. I enjoy pleasing and making my partners life easier.
I am not a masochist… I don’t seek pain for the sake of pain alone, but I do understand its value toward discipline and training. Otherwise I will trust that my well being will always be a priority.
I am very sensual and enjoy many kinds of play. I also understand that play is NOT the foundation of a strong D/s relationship. That comes through the strength of the power exchange that both people desire.
I admit I tend to be very private.
I do not engage in groups or public play, and I prefer a completely vanilla exterior. I’m not into being cucked or treated like a slave. Nor do I seek to be a part of a stable of subs. My submission, attentions and adoration should be considered of value to the one I serve. I am after all, a man who is truly a pleaser.... someone who derives much of his own fulfillment from pleasing his Domme, and from giving over control to her. I am not interested in being some kind of mindless slave kept in a cage… but rather someone who is a person in his own right. I do have a quick mind and a sense of humor, and I don’t want to be afraid to use them at the appropriate times. I am looking for someone who will help me flourish under Her guidance and help me become the best version of me.
I would hope to become a best friend, a lover, a houseboy, Her personal servant, Her sensual slave and more.
Ideally, I would like to be with someone who is nearer to my age, intelligent, independent and knows what she wants from a D/s relationship. I am not looking for casual interactions, or for mere play sessions, but rather for my lifemate, with whom I hope to explore the ins and outs of Ds as well as the vanilla world for the rest of our lives...
If most of this resonates then by all means reach out to me and let’s have a dialogue.
pizzapuppiescows You have to appreciate when someone goes the extra mile to let you know they aren't stalking you, they just like your journal. Nothing ridiculous has happened lately and I haven't felt like diving into the serious. Unless you count that I am so obsessed with playing this game that my left arm gets sore from holding the phone. God damn random user named Michael tried to overthrow my supreme reign, like I was going to let that happen. Kiss it, Michael. He came in third place and I am not ashamed to say I'm glad someone else swooped in and stole second out of nowhere. I usually don't have much of a competitive streak, I don't think. I play games and take risky chances because it's just a game. And that whole big risk, big reward thing. I might also like to trip people up and will ruin my card hand to make sure you don't get the seven of diamonds. Maybe I am competitive. Or just a pain in the ass.
Is bigfoot real? Back up your statement with facts.
myhouseboy Four Steps... A recent miscommunication has inspired me to write on the STEPS towards D/s service and/or "D/s dating", as I see it.
1. We text to see if we want to talk.
2. We talk to tell if we want to meet. Note: I prefer local gents because it helps keep this step simple, without significant investment (time, emotional, financial). However, each step has flexibility for individual situations.
3. We meet to find out if we are drawn to each other and want to spend time together, both vanilla and D/s time.
4. Once dating, we would enjoy each other while we find our mutual understanding. Do we want monthly "dates", something more or something less? All these things unfold ONE STEP at a time, with good communication and each person making the right choice for themselves. (See my journal entry "The Depths of the Garage")
I understand that the submissive thrall might cause you to want to give yourself totally. Your mind might race ahead to total ownership. YOU must manage your own urges. I hope you learn to enjoy submission for an afternoon or a weekend. That is D/s dating as I define it.
NOTE: Weeks into my widowhood, I am interested in "D/s dating". It is simply not the right time for me to even consider ANY long term relationship. At a different time I will feel a different way. I look forward to it.
Lytra
New Year
After a brief discussion this morning we have agreed on a few things to try and get the most out of 2023.
wearing my daily collar more often (as permitted by job, etc)
more butt plugs
less underwear
more outfits with access when home
more use of the belt
more opportunities for us to explore with others
Happy New Year!
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.
shatteredKajira In answer to an email of a Sir - perhaps others may find more of me too?
Sir,
I cannot limit myself to a list of check-off boxes, but I detest age play, cnc is something to be careful with and my nipples are simply pain 98%of the time. Water works in themselves aren't appealing to me, but being a slave, I've had bathroom privileges controlled, well, anything in life controlled, to varying levels. I'll obey, but telling me if I can piss or not will not arose me in the least. I'm pretty sure I outgrew roleplay at least a decade ago, but perhaps that wasn't just from a heavy kink community, but young kids.
I think I would be a real pressure on you, kink wise, as honestly, your list is very soft for me. I'm into REAL. I don't do structured scenes unless we're required to, I live my life with a kinky sstreak in all I do. I want a non-stop connection not just to love and laughter, friendship, lust, sex, and more - but to what we are D/s wise. Whether it be subtle like collar or chain, or overt like a controlled regimen or ritualized, it has to flow like the rest does. Not saying it won't ebb and flow, but like the ocean, it doesn't stop.
I need a man who's in the more aggressive and assertive edge. Controlling for his pleasure, but only to the limit of mine. there IS a line between use and abuse; I learned that the hard way. I am a heavy player, as my pictures on fet show. I provide that link very seriously because this website is far too "woke" for who I am. I'm very based, very raw, very tactile and serious. I walk my funny side hand in hand with my serious side and I'm careful of when to laugh or when to stop.
I am very cerebral, very into topics that interest me and I love a rousing argument just as much as I do a relaxed interaction. I get excited over things that others may not connect to other things I like and I slide between topics in a weave of conscious flow that can confuse many people. If you can't juggle 3 or more topics all at once, I'll wear you out intellectually.
Conversely, I'm an extroverted introvert and prefer my days at home, with a watch list of data, news, current events, 2a, political, historical, real crime, true events, etc - or with a book or three at a time.
Right now, medically, I'm pretty fragile, which I detest, but have to admit to. I am kajira, a slave, property such as a dog. I believe chauvinism is how 99% of the world should be and women in power its destroying things faster than men alone ever have. I cannot undo my slavery, no more than excise my brand. I will always see life through the rules of such. That means absolute honesty. I can be careful of how I come across, I can be selective of who and what I answer - unless it's my owner - but to lie by omission is still a lie. I will need help, literally, to get back to the ability to be physically active, in all ways. I don't know if my lungs, or my heart, will ever recover to the point where I will be free of the need for oxygen assistance and cardiac awareness. Right now, living alone (minus teenagers) I have to be careful not to overdo or I end up either collapsed or in the ER... or both. It's scary and mentally... devastating.
I hope this... helps you see deeper into who I am, all around.
Kimberly
pizzapuppiescows Waitress the Musical is in theaters for a few days, in case you were not aware. I saw it twice. I have been listening to the soundtrack for quite some time so while I'm familiar with the music and the story, it was nice to put it all together. It gave it more meaning, and definitely endeared several songs and characters that I had quickly dismissed prior. I highly recommend it if you have time tomorrow. Last day.
There is this one character, Dawn. She works at the diner and is quite quirky and loveable. She has a song that is entertaining, and in my opinion, extremely heartbreaking. There are two lines that hit me:
What if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it? What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it? What happens then?What if when he knows me, he's only disappointed? What if I give myself away only to get it given back? I couldn't live with that.
I feel that so much. That feeling of not being sure, thinking I'm not enough. That I'm not worth the effort. It's something that resurfaces in rocky relationship times. And sometimes for no reason at all. To drown it out I need to be loved out loud. Consistently. To quote another song, this one sung by Dawn's also quirky beau:
I love you like a table. Cover me in stuff and I will hold it up, strong and stable. I love you like a table.
I'm a lot of work. I know this. I also know that somebody out there won't mind.
Retiredblueline Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is.
Every man needs a good woman in his life. Even if she is just his friend. A good woman adds value to a mans life, no matter what capacity she serves.
BecomingMegan Look, here's the deal. If you are going to make your first email something like, "On hormones?" or "how is your search going?" or "are you currently owned" i am going to either give you a smartass reply, delete your email and if i am in a mood i will probably block you.
So i will make you a promise becaue i know a lot of sub/slaves don't reply and it makes the effort of having written an actual introduction email seem like wasted time. If you send me an intro email that is more than 2-3 sentences, doesn't demand information of me right off the bat and actually does tell me why you are writing to me in the first place, then I GUARANTEE I WILL REPLY. 100%. I promise. (not including copy and paste generic messages you send to everyone).
Yes. I get it. I'm being cunty. That's okay. What you need to understand is that I get a bunch of emails every time I log in that have those annoying demands or questions or make zero effort. So, nothing about those emails makes you stand out from the others. So I repsond to anyone who puts in just the slightest amount of effort and ignore those who don't. It's simple.
Also: by means of an update, obviously I'm not 18 anymore but I'm afraid to update my profile here. my birthday is January 28th. So take the age 18 and the year i started my profile here and add a year for every year between now and then and you'll know exactly how old i. am now.
Finally, unless you are a really mean, perverted, nasty daddy, you're probably not the right Man for me. i. am looking to become owned property. Can i. be Your daughter too? Sure. But i. am not looking for a soft dominant. Unless You see me first as property and chattel, we won't be a match.
TulipGrace Touch
I am sure I had sensory processing disorder as a kid. I totally remember crying all the time from some of the stuff my mom used to want me to wear, and I remember her just sitting there looking at me totally baffled trying to assure me it was the softest she could find. Or having to stop 15 times on a school field trip to sit on the floor in the middle of a museum and take off my shoes and pull up my socks because they kept shifting in my shoe and the seam was by my toe...
I grew up in the NJ/NY area around Italians, and Jews, and Irish, and lots of "Old World Europeans" who at a minimum bear hugged and kissed one cheek, if not both, if not multiple times each time they greeted you. I am in the Midwest now where they are a little more reserved. I can't remember the last time I got a cheek kiss and most of the hugs are just side hugs... I still tend to crash in and hug anyone I know won't flip out from it though lol. I miss those bear hugs! Getting one now days is enough to bring tears to my eyes my body needs it so much! The chemical release in my brain is outside of my control!
I need this. Need. Need like I need food, water, and shelter. Studies during the pandemic have shown am not alone in this, but my sensory processing issues probably make it a little extreme for me. For years scientists have studies out hands and fingers, joints, skin, etc and their sense of touch, but recently they are becoming interested in a subset of touch sensitive nerves in the core regions of our body, such as the back, which have one been discovered.
*“This second type of sensory nerves send signals to areas of our brains that deal with emotional processing. They are most responsive to skin temperature and gentle, stroking touch. Observational studies find that when people are asked to caress their infant, or their romantic partner, they spontaneously use the slow stroking speeds that these nerve fibres prefer. This touch is subjectively perceived as pleasant; it calms and soothes us physiologically, reducing heart rate and buffering against the effects of stress.
When stimulated, these nerves send signals via the spinal cord to the brain where they release a cascade of neurochemicals. One of the most notable chemicals among these is oxytocin, a hormone released by low-intensity skin stimulation such as hugs. Oxytocin is known to play important roles in social bonding, and can reduce stress and increase our tolerance to pain.
The release of oxytocin during social interactions is context-dependent: only when a hug is wanted will the comforting and rewarding effects be felt. When touch is desired, the benefits are shared by both partners in the exchange.”
This explains my desperate need and the reason I melt like a purring kitten when I get it and shut down like an angry Doberman when I don’t. Take me from a culture that touched all the time, and in sensory processing issues, and then throw widowhood in a post-pandemic world… Touch me. Don’t ever keep it from me. I can’t be held responsible if you do. Just saying…
excerpts from *From the Article “The science of hugging, and why we’re missing it so much during the pandemic by Susannah Walker”
SweetMistress42 Adding a journal entry because updating my profile takes forever. I might add or update these as I go. Also, I hate the formatting here.
I get a lot of messages from potential submissives, so I thought I'd make a little FAQ to help all of us out. Please read before messaging.
Can I be your sub?
If that's your first message, no. I'm looking for local or nearish subs for real time interactions. I'm also looking for a specific arrangement. Most importantly, I'm looking for subs I can have a vanilla connection with. If me being human is a turn off for you, then I'm not the Dominant you should be talking to.
Do you have a screening process?
I do. I can provide more information if you're interested. If you're not willing to screen, don't message me.
Why haven't you answered my message?
There are many reasons I won't answer a message. Your profile has no picture and your bio is empty. Your message is a request of some sort. Your message is just "hello". You've said something I find offensive.
But my message was a compliment! Why won't you answer that?
Very likely because you've sent something like "you're beautiful" or "I love your feet". And that's it. It's what I call a bait message, where you throw out a one liner statement and I'm meant to respond either with a compliment or by starting the conversation. If you can't be bothered to write a thoughtful message, I can't be bothered to respond.
I'm not on here much, can we talk elsewhere and get to know each other better?
I will not give out any information about my socials or other profiles until I feel like there is a connection and I'm interested in getting to know you better. Until then, yes, you will have to log in here to talk to me. If that's too much to ask for, well. *shrug*
AdaptOvercome A piece I stole from another profile.
Slavery is not about control; Slavery is about letting go. Slavery is not about what is done to you; Slavery is about what you do for others. Slavery is not about abuse; Slavery is about acceptance. Slavery is not about proving anything; Slavery is about being real. Slavery is not about contempt; Slavery is about respect. Slavery is not about how you look; Slavery is about how much you care. Slavery is not about denying yourself; Slavery is about being open. Slavery is not about bondage; Slavery is about freeing your spirit. Slavery is not about punishment; Slavery is about discipline. Slavery is not about being unable to escape; Slavery is about being committed. Slavery is not about submission; Slavery is about obedience. Slavery is not about fear; Slavery is about trust.
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
bunsteel Some dommes think they can put on sexy clothes and flirt their way into what ever they want, if that is you keep reading.You like being able to be in charge all the time but at certain times you feed your greed for power by binding your partner because it amuses you to create a little suffering for him.You may want to enjoy sharing sexual energy but no longer want frequent penetration or you want your man to feel that intercourse is a treat to be earned through submission. I'd like to be able to let you know I am horny for you while at the same time be prevented from thinking I can just grab you, strip you and throw you down to fuck.
I've learned how to shape chastity belts for practical comfort so that you can star in my every sexual thought. Everyday life becomes an adventure when control reaches any distance."What is sexual in a high heel is the arch of the foot, because it is exactly the position of a woman's foot when she orgasms... So putting your foot in a heel, you are putting yourself in a possibly orgasmic situation.""Shoes are just a pedestal. What interests me is the power of the woman who wears them."-- Christian Louboutin
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
SteveCroxteth She had spent the previous hour obeying his commands, staying in her allocated space, removing clothing when told, displaying herself when ordered, her shoulders ached from being held back to display her breasts, then from being held between two pillars, her thighs ached from being spread as she struggled to hold position. Now all she was wearing was a white G string, wrist and ankle cuffs, which he had used to spread eagle her between two pillars as he applied the flogger, concentrating on her back, bottom, thighs and stomach, but no part of her had escaped its attention. Once again he felt her roughly between her thighs, examining the scrap of material to see how wet she had made it, only eventually announcing she was wet enough.
He released her, and immediately clipped her hands together and ordered her to her knees and elbows and to dip her spine, removing the tie sided string he then forced it into her mouth and then positioned himself behind her. His instructions were short and to the point, the first time he would enjoy her from behind, she would receive less stimulation that way so letting her concentrate on using her internal muscles to pleasure him. The crop would serve to remind her if she transgressed. He took a handful of her hair, pulling her head back he slowly entered her, ordering her when to tense her muscles as he also enjoyed the heat from her sore buttocks against his stomach. He took his time, often she transgressed and paid the price of the crop, until she felt him slowly release.
CDSissy5550 He opened the drawer and smiled. “So you’ve been keeping a secret.”
I looked away, unable to answer. The delicate lingerie i"d hidden for years suddenly felt impossible to explain.
“Put it on,” he said gently.
With shaking hands, i disappeared into the closet. Minutes later, I stepped into the living room, unable to meet his eyes. Every movement made me acutely aware of the unfamiliar fabric against my skin.
He didn’t laugh.
Instead, he studied me quietly before saying, “You’ve imagined this moment for a long time, haven’t you?”
I nodded.
“Good,” he replied softly. “Tonight isn’t about hiding. It’s about finally allowing yourself to experience the fantasy you’ve kept locked away for so many years.”
CosmicCunt Freebeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees...
In speaking with many here, the reduction of stessors often comes up.
Check your Thyroid TSH levels! Mui importante!
The Science of Breath - life changing, affirming and regulating!
https://www.yogajournal.com/yoga-101/science-breathing/
https://www.unm.edu/~lkravitz/Article%20folder/Breathing.html#:~:text=Respiration%20Mechanics%20102,to%20the%20lungs)%20respiration%20occurs.
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6137615/
Girls and guys - want to know when a woman bleeds every month? Know her birth day. This is a golden nugget of knowledge society keeps us from knowing in order to keep us enslaved, fearful and reactionary. There are variables, of course. Stress....hormonal imbalances....medications....being in close proximity to other women, either in family or work. If the other women are more dominant, they will set another womans cycle off or if their birth day is near to yours, then they can trigger yours. You're welcome.
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.
quirkylittle4daddy what is sophia in a song? version 1
there are a lot of songs that encapsulate the original sophia source/soul/codes what have you. but today i'm just going to focus on one.
book of love is pretty much boomer grimoire and required reading for anyone on the journey for sure. every song, lyric, aesthetic, title..the whole thing was definately translated from source. shout out to them for paving the way for sure.
if you know the vibe, you know the vibe. if you know the time, you know the time. if you were there, you were there. it was quite the party energetically if you can unpeel what the message is in this visual. it's another chris brown how are you mad when you can't get into the party vibe.
pretty boys and pretty girls is such a great foundational song. it talks about the ability to love and connect with all genders and the joy of spreading light into the world. and how life is full of intense feelings including joy and pleasure and delight. it's a big go big or go home sort of vibe song.
When I'm alone
and you're away
I just close my eyes
and I drift away
your warm body
is what I'm without
I just close my eyes
and I dream aboutPretty boys and pretty girls
pretty boys and pretty girls
(when I'm without)
pretty boys
(I dream about)
pretty girlsStranges in the night
exchanging glances
but sex is dangerous
I don't take my chances
the boys I meet
say I look lonely
but I just walk on my
because they're onlyPretty boys and pretty girls
pretty boys and pretty girls
(when I'm without)
pretty boys
(I dream about)
pretty girlsIn this day and age
in a city full of fear
with you by my side
together we can show we careSpreading joy to the world
to every boy and every girlPretty boys and pretty girls
pretty boys and pretty girls
(what will we show?)
spreading joy
(where will it go?)
to the world
interesting note that album name and the band for this song are entitled:
"Artist: Book of Love
Album: Lullaby
Released: 1988"
what was 1998? broken down to 9. the year of completion.
book of love..lullaby?
because that's the d/s daddy dominant/little girl stuff going on between archangel michael and sophia divine again.
once the signs are there it just lights up everywhere.
spreading j-o-y!
to the world!
the mission right in front of the ears and eyes.
watchfulgirl I know this sounds harsh but due to all the players it has to be said...
dont bother to message me if you are here for a quick hook up, mind games, players, people that have no idea what BDSM is and even ones that think you may know ...first I am in a monagamous relationship and it will stay that way. Ive been here for years. i know all the games and the attempts at control and topping from the bottom or pretending to be whatever to get what you need ...i am real and i have real friends. I also have great knowledge about bdsm in all ects and have experience. I am not seeking to partake in the lifestyle with anyone else other than who I am already in a relationship with. Im not here because i need anything other than just to be here. my reasons for being here have nothing to do with trying to be with anyone else. REAL convo is hard to find and most people pretend and as soon as they find out they cant get anything from me that they need they stop talking. Im here im not leaving the site . I want to be here .
what really gets my attention is honesty and real ...no masks... just real honest open people who are not trying to get what they can out of another person with no care about them what so ever ...
emptysoultoown Well its week after the Montreal Fetish weekend and I can't help but to get depressed after being immersed in an environment which Is so conducive to acceptance.
Having some impact play with VagaBound in the VIP dungeons was a breath of fresh air and him doing the photo shoots for me on the streets of Montreal
And especially a City like Montreal that welcomes you so well being fetish and kink and being able to so freely excepted doing photo shoots around and on the streets of Montreal was inspiring.
I cannot wait till next year MFW 2025 to create more content and hopefully I find the owner as the Rubber sub and Rubber Doll i am that can consume me and complete my existence. Its been a long journey.
I am trying to concentrate on the next events that are ahead of me like Folsom Kink street fair SF September 29th 2024 and then DOMMETRIPS Cozumel Mexico October 5th to October 12th. As a early 57th birthday present.
Then I also have to find a costume ball or event for Halloween for September. To go full latex Cat hood, catsuit too. Need to keep the constant rush happening for the adrenaline rush and excitement showing the rubber doll in me.
I am also have my attention on Claiming my tickets for MFW 2025 when they go on sale January and Fetish factory Florida Anniversary 5 day event 2025.
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TeaMenthe The Weight of Three Minutes: Continued
I do not move quickly. I have never needed to.
I circle him the way I circled him earlier, when the tea was still cooling on the obsidian table and the correction had not yet taken its shape. He tracks me without turning his head, feeling my presence move around him the way you feel a change in light, knowing without seeing. This too I have built in him. This particular sensitivity to where I am in a room, to the quality of my attention when it lands on him, to the difference between my stillness that is simply stillness and my stillness that is preparation.
I stop behind him. I let the silence hold for a moment, long enough to feel it settle into his shoulders, into the careful architecture of his maintained posture. His breathing is controlled. He is working for that control and I can hear the effort underneath it, the slight and deliberate evenness of someone who has decided composure is the one thing left available to him and is holding it with both hands.
"You ruined my moment of peace," I told him, and I made sure he heard every word, felt the shape of my disappointment. "So now, you will provide the entertainment."
I released his chin and sat back, beginning to unbutton my blouse with deliberate, unhurried movements. The pearl buttons slipped free one by one, the fabric parting to reveal what I wore beneath - sheer black lace that left nothing truly hidden, everything offered and yet withheld at my discretion. I shrugged the blouse from my shoulders and let it fall behind me, uncaring where it landed.
"Expose them," I ordered, and I watched the conflict play across his features. The desire to touch warring with the knowledge that he had not been granted permission, only command.
His hands rose, trembling slightly as they found the edges of my bra. He pushed the lace down with careful, reverent movements, revealing my breasts to the cool air of the room. I felt the immediate response of my nipples tightening, the subtle shift in my own arousal at being displayed, at being seen so completely while he remained bound by my rules.
I leaned back slightly, presenting myself to him with deliberate cruelty, close enough that he could smell my perfume, feel the warmth radiating from my skin, see every detail of my arousal. But not close enough to touch. Not without permission he had not yet earned.
"Warm them," I instructed, my voice dropping to something softer, more dangerous. "With your breath. Only your breath. Hands behind your back."
He obeyed with the desperate precision of someone who knew the cost of failure. His hands found each other behind him, clasping tight as though the restraint were physical rather than commanded. He leaned forward, close enough now that I could feel the ghost of his exhalation against my skin, the careful warmth of each controlled breath directed across my nipples.
I watched him struggle, the way his jaw tightened with the effort of restraint, the way his eyes kept darting between my face and my breasts, searching for any sign that he might be permitted more. His arousal was unmistakable now, visible in the strain of his posture, the hunger in his gaze that he could not fully disguise.
I let him continue until I could feel my own wetness gathering, until the tease had sharpened into something that required resolution. Then I shifted forward abruptly, closing the distance he had been forbidden to cross, pressing my breast against his parted lips with deliberate force.
He made a sound, something between surprise and desperate relief, but I denied him even this small satisfaction. I held him there, my nipple resting against his closed lips, using his mouth as nothing more than a cushion, a warm surface for my own pleasure. He tried to part his lips, to taste, to suck, and I pulled back just enough to deny him, then pressed forward again with the same cruel restraint.
"You made the tea too strong," I reminded him, my voice steady despite the arousal coiling tighter in my belly. "So you can be my cup holder. Nothing more."
I shifted my grip to the back of his head, my fingers threading through his hair with controlled pressure, and pulled his face forward into the valley of my breasts. I held him there, my skin pressed against his mouth and nose, feeling the desperate rhythm of his breath hot and trapped against my cleavage. He struggled slightly, instinctive panic at the restriction, the need to breathe and I tightened my grip just enough to remind him that even this was at my discretion.
"Stay," I commanded, and felt him still, surrendering to the constriction, accepting that his comfort was irrelevant to my pleasure.
I held him there longer than necessary, feeling the subtle shifts in his body, the tension in his shoulders, the controlled shallowness of his breaths, the desperate patience of someone who knew that any complaint would only extend his punishment. The power of it thrilled through me, sharpening my arousal to something almost painful, a heavy heat between my thighs that demanded attention.
I released him finally, letting him gasp against my skin, feeling the desperate gratitude in the way his hands clenched behind his back, still obedient, still restrained. I leaned back enough to meet his eyes, watching the dazed hunger there, the submission that had settled deeper than before.
"Unzip my skirt," I ordered, my voice rougher now, the command firm. "Slowly." (TBC)
AKRONOHIOMAN 8/12/22 Football player gets what he wants
Football player boy came over for the first time in quite a few months. So I knew his ass was going to be tight, and I wasn't mistaken.When he first arrived I was sitting in my rocking chair wearing only a pair of boxers. I had been playing with myself so not only was I already heard but I had pre-cum oozing down my cock.We've been getting together for quite a number of years, so he doesn't even have to be told, he strips as he walks through the door. As he was stripping there he exchanged a few pleasantries, how have you been, it's been a while, sorry I'm a few minutes late. I just pulled my cock out from my shorts and said, come take care of this.He got down on his knees and took my cock in his hand. He saw the precum dripping from the tip, and licked it off. Then he immediately latched on to my cock taking it all the way to my balls.
He has an outside job so he's been in the sun a lot. I don't think I ever remember him looking this tan. His hair is cut extremely short this time. His broad shoulders have a new tattoo since I saw him last. The view looking down at him is incredible.I rested my hand on the back of his head feeling his rhythmic bobbing up and down on my cock. He knew exactly what he was doing, I didn't need to guide him in any way. Although a few times I just wanted to hear him choke on my cock, so I applied pressure on the back of his head until I felt my cock head bottom out in the back of his throat.This went on for a few minutes, but I remembered something he told me during his last visit. He wanted to expand his repertoire again. Originally many years ago he had a girlfriend who would peg him. They broke up and he couldn't find another girl to peg him. That's when we met. And at the beginning all I was allowed to do wish of toys up his ass.Years later, many patient years later, he said he wanted to try sucking cock. Months after that he wanted to taste my load. It has been fun watching him change over the years. And now he wants FUCKED by my cock. This is what he told me at the end of our last session quite a few months ago. Today was the day.We went downstairs and he climbed into the sling. I secured his ankles high into the air as he scooted down in the sling to give me plenty of access to his hole. He doesn't like the roughness of my fingers, so I slipped a pair of rubber gloves on, applied some lube and started playing on the outside of his ass. Normally I just dive in with one or two fingers, but today I wanted HIM to WANT IT extra bad. I wanted him to yearn for it.I teased the outside of his hole and I could feel him lunging in the sling by grabbing the chains and trying to push himself onto my finger. But I was just teasing him at this point. I reached up and stroked his cock a few times, and then went back to teasing his hole.Eventually I gave him what he was yearning for at the moment, I slid my finger deep into his ass with one swift movement. My finger landed on his hard prostate. Some days his prostate is kind of soft until I get him sexually excited at which point it gets hard as a rock. Today, it was hard as a rock the moment I touched it. I applied a little pressure and noticed pre-cum ooze out of the end of his cock.With one finger still up his ass massaging his prostate, using the other hand I smeared his pre-cum over his cock head and started stroking it. He threw his head back and looked in the mirror above us on the ceiling of the basement. I was watching his face and his eyes as he intently focused on every movement I made.As expected his ass was tight. Wonderfully tight. But eventually I worked a second finger into his hole. I don't know where he learned to clean his ass out, but he does a better job than anyone I know. He's definitely a pro at cleaning himself out, and that means I can use larger and longer toys.But for now I was just working him over with one and then two fingers. Occasionally sliding a third finger in. I watched as he gazed into the mirror above us and I gave him a bit of a show. I pulled my fingers out and put my index finger as deep as I could. Then I would pull it out and replace it with only my middle finger twisting my hand around as I played with his prostate. Then I pulled my middle finger out and replaced it with my ring finger and little finger at the same time, I spun my hand around again.I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with my index and middle finger, the easy way. Vertically, aligned with his ass crack. But then with a twist of 90°, he was getting my fingers the hard way. But he was doing just fine. He was enjoying it as much as I was.His cock was hard and I continued to play with it. And then I did something I usually don't do. And you would think I was doing it for his benefit, and I want him to think I was doing it for his benefit, but this was just a little treat for myself. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and started twirling my tongue around his piss slit. I glanced up and saw him throw his head back, I think his eyes might have rolled backwards a bit toward his skull.I continued sucking on his cock until I had his entire cock in my mouth. I bobbed up and down a few times and he started to moan incredibly. I know from the past experience that once he orgasms were done for the day, as with most guys. And there was no way I was going to risk that. So I popped my mouth off his cock and continued working on his ass putting a third finger in.He loves CBT so with my fingers still firmly planted inside him, I grabbed a wooden spoon. I started smacking his balls lightly at first but rhythmically
SissyRed Sexy contract drafted together with AI :)
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Slave Contract
This contract is entered into on [date], by and between [Dominant’s Name] (hereinafter referred to as "the Dominant") and [Submissive’s Name] (hereinafter referred to as "the Submissive").
Purpose:
The purpose of this contract is to formalize the absolute power exchange relationship between the Dominant and the Submissive, where the Submissive completely surrenders all personal rights and autonomy to the Dominant.
Terms and Conditions:
Absolute Relinquishment of Rights:
The Submissive irrevocably relinquishes all personal rights and autonomy to the Dominant, granting the Dominant absolute control over every aspect of the Submissive's life, including but not limited to physical, emotional, psychological, financial, and social domains. This includes the Submissive relinquishing all property to the Dominant.
The Submissive chooses not to have any safeword, fully embracing the Dominant's control without any limits.
Total Control and Obedience:
The Dominant exercises absolute authority to dictate the Submissive's behavior, appearance, and actions.
The Submissive must wear a collar at all times as a symbol of their complete submission and ownership by the Dominant.
The Submissive must adhere to a strict dress code and behavioral rules as determined by the Dominant.
Punishments and Physical Conditioning:
The Dominant has the right to administer any form of punishment deemed necessary to enforce obedience, including physical punishment, marking, starvation, and any other methods to achieve the desired body size and features.
The Submissive accepts that punishment is a crucial aspect of their training and will endure any form of discipline without protest.
Body and Mind Modification:
The Dominant has the unrestricted right to mold, modify, or alter the Submissive's body and mind in any manner deemed necessary, including but not limited to body size, shape, features, permanent marks, and psychological conditioning.
The Submissive consents to undergo any procedures, treatments, modifications, or psychological conditioning as directed by the Dominant to fulfill the Dominant’s vision.
Sexual Submission:
The Submissive is always available to fulfill the Dominant's sexual desires, including the use of the Dominant’s cock, toys, or other means.
The Submissive agrees to receive and endure public humiliation and to engage in sexual activities as directed by the Dominant.
Surveillance, Chastity, and Recording:
The Submissive consents to constant surveillance to ensure compliance with all rules and expectations.
The Submissive will wear chastity devices or any other restraints as mandated by the Dominant to enforce control.
The Submissive is required to perform on an OnlyFans account or similar platform, which will be owned and controlled by the Dominant. All content produced, including videos, and all money earned through this account are the property of the Dominant.
The Dominant retains full ownership and rights to any films or videos recorded during the period of this contract. The Submissive acknowledges that these recordings may be used or distributed at the Dominant’s discretion without any compensation or objection from the Submissive.
Irrevocable Commitment and Termination:
The duration of this contract is to be set and agreed upon by both the Dominant and the Submissive before signing.
This contract cannot be terminated by the Submissive during the agreed-upon duration.
Any attempt to escape or disobey will result in severe punishment at the discretion of the Dominant.
The Dominant retains the right to extend, amend, or terminate the contract at will.
Transfer and Use by Others:
The Dominant has the unilateral right to lend, rent out, or sell the Submissive to others, maintaining absolute control over the Submissive’s fate.
The Submissive will comply with the commands of anyone designated by the Dominant without question.
Clarification and Interpretation:
Any uncertainties or ambiguities in this contract will be clarified and interpreted solely by the Dominant, whose decision is final.
Verbal commands and clarifications by the Dominant are considered binding and enforceable as part of this contract.
Total Submission:
The Submissive enters this contract of their own free will, fully understanding the extent of the Dominant’s control and the harshness of the terms.
The Submissive accepts that their purpose is to serve, obey, and please the Dominant in all aspects.
The Dominant will not be responsible for any damages, physical or psychological, that the Submissive may incur as a result of this contract.
Signatures:
[Dominant’s Name]
[Submissive’s Name]
[Witness or Notary, if required]
Cucklife4me2 We were at a party on the camp site where Katie was dancing and flirting with a couple of guys who were new to the site.
Not being a dancer myself I was sitting at a table drinking with a few friends.
I watched with interest as the three of them were having fun on floor and dancing sexy to the slower records being played.
I think they thought my wife was a single woman as their hands were all over her and both rubbing up against her.
They were buying her drinks all night and at one point she must have told them who I was because half way through the night one of them came over and apologized and asked if I was okay to the fact that they were dancing with her and buying her drinks. I assured him there was no problem and that I was actually enjoying watching them have fun.
To cut a long story short she was pretty drunk by the end of the night. They came over and apologized for getting her so drunk and offered to help me take her back to our campervan as she could hardly stand up and the van was parked some distance away. I was not that drunk myself but made out I was.
On the way back to the van she passed out and we had to carry her the rest of the way.
Back in the van we laid her on the bed and I thanked them for helping me get her back. I invited them to stay for a while and gave them both a cold beer from the fridge.
After chatting about the party for 15 minutes or so I suddenly said "Oh my god, She'll kill me tomorrow." I lied. "That's a new dress, she only bought it today, cost a lot of money too" Pretending to be more drunk than I was I sat on the bed and tried to lift her head up in an attempt to take her dress off. Not being able to I asked if they could help. One of them pulled her up by her arms so she was in a sit up position.
I managed to undo the zip on the back of her dress. I unhooked her bra too. After managing to get her dress off I put it on a hanger as she laid there in just her panties with her loose bra and her breasts partly on show. I said "Oh well might as well get her into bed" I removed her bra and panties leaving her there totally nude for their pleasure. Without making it obvious I slightly opened her legs so her cunt was on show.
That was when I gave them another beer and made the excuse that I needed a wee up a tree and left the van leaving them alone with her..
It was pitch black outside and bright in the van. You could not see out of the vans windows but leaving the curtains ajar I had a perfect view of inside.
Mistresscherrypie A list of kinks/fetish I'm into since I've been asked
Bondage, impact play, roleplay, sensory play, power exchange, orgasm control, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, chastity, CBT (cock and ball torture), foot worship, facesitting, smothering, human furniture, slapping, verbal domination, sissification, pet play, boot worship, ruined orgasms, brat taming, protocol training, objectification, slave tasks, domestic training.pegging aspect
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
BlueFyre I'm hesitant to update my profile. There's a few things that need changed, and a few more that need added. I wonder how long it will take to be approved... If I seemingly ignore you, keep chatting anyway, because I may be unable to respond. Updates:
Reiterate that Hubby is a platonic friend, not a kink, sex, or D/s partner
Political ideology matters. Drumpf=no, nuh-uh, hell naw
Sub/slave skill bonus for repairing fence, organizing online selling
Can't meet w/in 6 weeks, don't bother until you are. (Maybe 8 for holidays?)
Be realistic!! No, you can't completely escape the Real World by being a slave in my Home. I'm not going to kidnap you and/or lock you in a cage, even if you beg and plead. That's foolish, unrealistic, and would be irresponsible for me to do. We each have to be accountable to some degree. That's for your protection and mine. (If you don't understand this, ask.)
May have The Form™️ online soon. Wish me luck! lol
DiscreetWorking I've had to narrow down my profile considerably so ive popped it in the below. But I have been here before for many years. Boredom brought me back;
"A Lion still has claws,
and mine are long and sharp My Lord,as long and sharp as yours."-GoT-RoC
"That which yields is not always weak."
** Gideon Falls.**
SAPIOSEXUAL
♌ About the Delicacy ♌
"Always more"
I know what I want & I know what I need. These kind of sessions are one per every other month. I am seeking intensity above all, not only physical, but mental ( Please ask about that). The below still more or less describes me well, with little to update there!
Suits attract me, a good cologne stops me ,intelligence will ensnare me.- I am a sapiosexual, know this. Understand this.
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I will always play fire with fire. There is no turning back when you reach me. We will touch, and we will ignite and then the dance of two flames will begin. For you are me, and I am you. I will collect your sin, and you will harbour my shame.We will bury each other alive. I will hate you and love you for it.
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There is something beautiful in yearning. In wanting the impossible. To reach out and almost have it; to feel it upon your skin like the petal of a rose, only to be pricked by the thorn of disappointment, or hopelessness.
To desire, what you can never have. A dance of wills, a tango of conflicts. To be humbled, and brought low by the simple word "no". To endure nothing, but everything in A simple moment.
Passion-Patior(patï)-To Suffer
This is what I breathe.
Alpha-Predatory;
It takes a special kind of man to make me kneel.
I am alpha by nature; what do I mean by alpha? I mean controlled. Independent, strong willed motivated (most of the time).I hunt predators for fun,with a depraved and unrelenting hunger. They are my speciality. I answer to no-one, but my conscience. And do only what my conscience dictates.
I am in full control of my life, and everything around me has a purpose. Without the purpose or organisation things would crumble. I like organised chaos. It may not make sense to you, but it makes sense to me-and that is all that matters. Hey, I'm a Leo. What can I say.
In every day life, I am alpha. Neither sub nor dom. Just a mode of personality which evolves with the surroundings I am in. I am the type who always needs to be in control of a situation, if not, things become complex. This is more then likely what you will see and notice when you first meet me.
If you happen to find me kneeling infront of someone, it's down to two reasons: a mockery or said special man (my dominant), is around and has requested it of me. I will only ever truly Kneel for one person. That is my rule.
Byrdie In other news, I am time-sharing a local, submissive, polyamorous, older boytoy with a few other women. He is busy, but if I work at it I can get a little time in with him each moth and we text almost daily. I like him. We get along well. We have compatible dietary situations so we can dine together without it being an issue. We saw Pillion together. He's got wonderful hands and I crave his massages. My queening chair is his new favorite toy, and we officially christened it on our ... second date, I think?
He wears a chastity device during our dates by my request, but since he is free-range I do not keep him locked. I might unlock him if he can arouse me to orgasm, and our next date is going to be a more instructional R&D session about how to get me there, if I can keep him from distracting me while practicing: being the instructor and the practice model is a challenge, but can be so worth it.We have been to each others homes, seen each other starkers, and have even given each other tips on how to drive each other to distraction, so ... I am hoping that this could be a long-term situation. I have also met one of his other partners and his daughter.
So, that is my status update. I hope that you all have been well!
Backdooruk Consent (a poem from one of my slaves)
Tell me what you want.
Tell me it all. Speak your truth And I promise I will listen With kindness in my heart. Your desires are yours and I am touched by your trust. You are safe to share all this with me. Ask me. My answer will be given with care. Expect nothing of me, except my honesty. Accept my honesty. I will ask the same of you.
I said no to the one who had all the right answers I said no to the one who demanded my attention I said no to the one who invaded my personal space I said no to the one who said I was gorgeous and expected me to be grateful I said no to the one I said yes to last week I said no to the one who grabbed my hand I said no to the one who was ambiguous and shifty I said no to the one who stole a kiss I said no to the one who got me drunk I said no to the one who bought me dinner I said no to the one who was incredibly good-looking and that’s all I said no to the one who told me things I already knew I said no to the one who touched my knee without asking I said no to the one who didn’t listen I said no to the one who said I was the one I said no to the one who thought I was their missing piece I said no to the one who just assumed I said no to the one who I just didn’t really like I said no to the one who got angry I said no to the one who pinched my arse I said no to the one who was lying to their lover I said no to the one who sent me a picture I didn’t ask for I said no to the one who was pompous I said no to the one who wanted me all to them self I said no to the one who didn’t want to take no for an answer
I said no to entitlement And so did you.
You didn’t move as you spoke, you just looked me in the eyes. You wanted and you hoped and I could see your truth. And I asked you, “What do you want to do?”
“I want to fuck you” you said. “I want to hurt you and enjoy the pain in your eyes” you said. “I want to degrade you and use you and make you my slave” you said.
And I gave you my answer.
RAWRSUB Lady:
Lady, oh Lady, so elegantly divine,
With grace and kindness that wonderfully shine.
Her presence like a gentle breeze,
Bringing warmth and ease.
Her eyes sparkle with empathy and care,
A heart so deep, willing to share.
She walks with a poise so rare,
A true embodiment of love and flair.
Her laughter rings like a soothing melody,
Bringing joy to all, so effortlessly.
A woman of strength and unwavering grace,
A shining example for the human race.
In her kindness, the world finds solace,
In her elegance, the heart finds its palace.
Lady, oh Lady, a beacon of light,
Guiding all with her radiance so bright.
May her spirit forever inspire,
Kindness and elegance never to tire.
For in her, we see a beauty so true,
Lady, how amazing and kind are you.
tabby81 The phone rang, his voice on the line
Hello slut
Hello, Sir she responds.
Cunt aching beneath her belt, craving. Touch... Craving play. Her permission to play has seemed to shifted into teases and torments.
As this evenings task, she must fill her wholes and they are to be locked in place.
As he ended the call his last words - enjoy your torments, girl
She replied thank you, Sir...
It's a very good thing she didn't share her pouts.. they would not have her any good..and if she did... He has the ability to keep adding to her torments... Nope... Thank you Sir, is always a perfect response.
Once the call was completed, she placed her locking tongue gag in her mouth and proceeded to try and accomplish something .. a bit messy and drooling from her gag.
Driving home with her gag in
She comes home from the office, her pants go right into the washer as they were soaked in the scent of her arousal.
She entered the bedroom and already she could smell her arousal feeling the room.
She was Afraid to unlock her belt, as all of the sensations rise to the surface and she's already horny... And not sure how much more she can take... But she will endure.
Sir chose her biggest largest plug that she is still getting accustomed to. She got it in place, and chose to write slut on her on her feet and then placed a cock shaped toy in her cunt.
Sent him a couple pictures, a before and after showing him, the task he set for her has been followed.
Asking to remove the gag for dinner, she practically waddled her way up the stairs to have dinner with the house mate..
Attempting to sit in a kitchen chair, while overly stuffed, was a tricky situation.. each movement.. Different out comes .. some okay.. some were reminder aas to just what a slut she truly is.
After dinner, she returned downstairs, and then proceeded to ask Sir, his preference in which gag to wear, she knew which one he'd choose, and he did... The halter gag.
So this girl is spending the evening with everyone of her wholes filled, everything is locked in place...
The torments of pictures on fet, the ache in her body to be used, the wanting to do something but In ways she's feeling lost... She's not had this experience in a long while...
I'm ways she's pouting not being able to play, though she run her fingers over the belt and the plug.. the tease felt good and she's greatful to not have her wholes empty while she's locked and denied entry.
No idea what's in-store... Not even going to ask.. was hoping to have a weekend of play while him and his girl goes away...
I'm being obedient, doing as tasked... It's been. A quiet night
RelevantWellephant "A woman that finances her own lifestyle and cultivates her own peace, has zero fear of being alone. She does not fear the solitude. She fears the exhaustion of investing her time in a man who yields no return on the investment. She knows the relationship is supposed to be a partnership of power. Not a constant drainage of her energy into someone elses mess.
A man's role is to provide emotional safety and support direction. Not to bring more confusion and problems for her to solve. She is focused on her own evolution. She is not focused on raising a grown man who never mastered self leadership. If you are not adding value to the table she built with her own hands? You are a distraction she cannot afford to keep around. She would rather be the CEO of her own life now than the rehabiliation center for yours. She realized at some point that fixing you requires breaking herself. That is a trade she is no longer willing to make. She has retired from the job of raising of men.
She has started the business of raisting her own standard. Both projects do not fit on the same calander. The seat next to her is reserved for her partner who multiples her power. Not one who divides her attnetion. She did not work this hard to build her own life just to treated it like a hotel where you to check in when it is convenient.
The door is still open. Admission just went up. And you have willing to meet it with effort with consistency and emotional maturity.
If you cannot meet her where she is? The right move is to keep walking. She is not going to lower herself to make you comfortable. She is not going to dim her light so your insecurity can rest easier at night. That phase of her life is over for good. Either step up to where she is now or get out of her way. So that the man who can step up has room to find her. The waiting list is not as long as you think. The women like her do not wait around long. The right men recognizes them on sight."
-Hard Truth Talks
C0SMICCUNT WARNING:
POLITICAL RACIST SEXIST DEFAMATORY PROFANE STATEMENTS FOLLOW!
Keep OUR laws off of MY body.
Or be prepared for US to start making laws for YOUR body.
The only reason why it is not the law of this land that a woman may do with her body as she sees fit, is because MEN do not stand up for our rights as WOMEN. Don’t play games with Me and tell Me you are all about respect for women and women’s rights and you LOVE AND WORSHIP women and then tell us we don’t have what if farking takes to govern our own bodies! Bloody hypocrites! Don’t tell Me it is the politicians, women, men, or any other such thing which makes the law so. It is because of YOU and your primitive mind set and ideologies which remove My Sovereignty over My body.
I’m an independent. I am prolife and prochoice, when it makes sense and does not infringe on another free person’s rights.
You don’t get to choose what is right for My body. You and the law HAVE NO BUSINESS IN OR ON MY CUNT!
God gave this Power to women. We are made for it and with this God gave us the ability to deal with this Power – without Men. Just like Men are given their own Power and the tools to appropriately deal with it.
Now, if you continue to come after My body and My rights, be prepared for Me to come after you and your body parts. Any sexual or domestic offense committed by a male against a female, automatic SNIP SNIP! You don’t want Me playing around with your cock and balls without consent? Then STAY OFF OF MY DICK!
Men competing in Olympics, or women’s sports. This is a no brainer people. We are a tad more civilized than legalizing and celebration of the beating of women. Come on!
Kinkedcutie I shouldn’t have drank coffee late in the evening.
So now I am up writing out my thoughts. I will be paying for this tomorrow. -sigh-
I’ve been seeking a Dom for the past four years without much success. Partly because I feel jaded with most of the men I have encountered. Also, I admit, sometimes I self-sabotage.
I become immensely turned off by men who refuse to show themselves, as well as those who immediately refer to me as “Princess”, “babygirl”, and even “girl”. Or, when they are speaking with me OUTSIDE of an official dynamic and say “Good Girl”. I immediately become uninterested.
I am not fully inexperienced, though I’m also not fully experienced either. I have had one Dom. I learned a hell of a lot from him. Good and bad. Especially, how I should be treated. I get that this is a kink site with a LARGE spectrum of diversity when it comes to kinks. However still, I would prefer to be approached respectfully. I would like to be courted. Is this even possible within the realm of kink? Goodness I hope so.
I don’t have much on my page regarding to what I am seeking, well, because I’d like to keep my options open and not narrow down my dating pool even more than it already is. Plus, most of what I am seeking is repeated on multiple profiles, so it all sounds regurgitated after a while.
I would love to find a man who is secure with himself. I am somehow attracting men who aren’t in some ect or another. I won’t go into detail here. But, I’ve noticed.
Right now, in my life, I’m focused on working, saving money for visits with my children, and seeking a partner. So to me, while it is life, I self-sabotage due to thinking others may not find that appealing. Which it may not be. However, I would prefer a family oriented kinky partner. I believe someone is out there for me.
YoungSissyTs drama at home :( mom turned her back on me and gave me an outcasted look earlier today all for her hubbys aproval... however i know shell do anything in the world to give my little brother a "fauther" exp. even it mean Xing me... in the end i cant hate her for what shes doing but dang .... talk about a shotgun round to the heart :(
big empty hole needs to be filled .... lol get it.
im very loyal and honest to the bone probably the nicest person youll ever encounter however dont get misslead ... i totally love to push my envolope and live life on the edge... ive expirienced and expiriemented with a lot in my opinion ... please dont ask... "" what kinda exp do you have -_____-"" just fill in the blanks as we conversate ... ... im ALL go with the flow so more then likey i dont know what im doing next week so idk if id be available or intrested in meeting you.. i know im not always on here but im ready for my next chapter and willing to give a special someone all of me to mold into their perfect being :)note im intrested in heading out to Texas, NY or socal(home) however not a deal breaker im just as intrested in nearly anywhere on the east or west COST!! more inland .... ehhh but will consider of course :) if your intrested drop a message anyone who takes a chance on me wont be disappointed. oh ps.. NO Flakes and for gods sake picture please ....
jloveslut Sissy Bimbo Journal Entry:
Hello, darlings! 💕✨
This is your cute little bimbo sissy, just putting it out there: I’m ready and begging to be used in any and every way that pleases you! I’ve totally embraced my role as the ultimate sissy toy, and I am always eager to fulfill every hardcore fantasy you have in mind. My mind is nothing but pink, sparkles, and submission, and I’m craving the chance to be molded, trained, and pushed to my limits.
💖 Ultimate Bimbo Doll Training 💖 I’m fully ready to be turned into the perfect bimbo doll, trained to speak, move, and think in the way you desire. Take control of my wardrobe, my body, and my entire mindset—teach me to be the obedient, mindless bimbo you crave, with nothing in my head except the need to please.
💋 Public Play Object 💋 Imagine me out in public, dressed in the skimpiest outfits you choose, completely exposed to everyone’s gaze. I’m ready to be humiliated, shown off, and paraded around like the little sissy I am. I’ll follow any command you give me, no matter how embarrassing or degrading.
🔒 Chastity and Control 🔒 Lock me up and hold the key to my most private parts—I don’t deserve any pleasure unless it’s from you. You can decide when, where, and how (or if) I’m ever allowed to feel pleasure. Keep me teased and denied, desperate and begging, while you revel in the control you have over my helpless, needy body.
🔨 Degradation Play 🔨 I’m nothing but a sissy bimbo, ready to be verbally torn down and reduced to the lowest possible level of worth. Humiliate me, call me worthless, make me feel like the trashy toy I was meant to be, and I’ll love every second of it. I’ll wear any degrading outfit, repeat any humiliating phrase, and sink into complete mental submission under your control.
🩺 Medical and Sissy Transformation 🩺 Feel free to turn me into your personal project—use me for extreme body transformation fantasies. From forced feminization to body modifications, I’m here for it all. Shape me, mold me, make me the ultimate sissy that exists to fulfill your twisted fantasies.
🖤 Total Objectification 🖤 I exist to be used. You can treat me as an inanimate object—whether that means being your human furniture, your pet, or something more extreme. Use me however you want. I have no thoughts, no desires, no goals except to be a perfect plaything for those who crave power over me.
So, if you’re looking for the ultimate sissy bimbo who lives to be used, abused, and degraded, I’m here, fully willing and desperate to be the toy you desire. Let’s explore your wildest, most hardcore fantasies together—I promise I’m ready for anything. 💄👠
Message me and let’s make your most extreme dreams come true. I’m here to serve, sissy bimbo style! 💕💋
Love and submission, Your Little Sissy
NakedOnYOURLeash Picture it Feb 14, 20?? (to protect the innocent). A friend of mine was getting married. I always had a little crush on his girlfriend but I would never do anything to jeopardize their relationship. Little did I know that she felt the same way about me, and I was about to find out. The day before of the wedding she called me up and asked if I could help her with a few things.She gave me the address and told me to stop by. When she opened the door she was wearing a robe and holding two wine glasses. She invited me in and we sat on the couch. We started talking about tomorrow's events and she said her feet were killing her from practicing walking around in the high heel shoes. She asked me if I could give her a foot massage. I rubbed her feet and I could tell she was really getting into it. She was at the nail salon earlier and didn't want to chip a nail and asked me if I could help her at a shower. So we went into the bathroom and she took off her robe. Now up to this point we only gave each other hello or goodbye hugs, and now she is standing in front of me naked. I am trying not to stare but she is in great shape. She told me to get undressed and into the shower with her. I washed & conditioned her hair, washed her body, shaved her airpits, legs, and pussy too. She asked me why I never made a move on her and I told her I didn't think she was interested in me. She said that's too bad, after tonight it is going to be to late and I will never have this chance again. We kissed a litttle, I got her dried off and into bed and I went home. I saw her the next day at the wedding and she was beautiful. The wedding went on with no problems and as far as I know, my friend has no dea how she spent her last night as a single woman.
BDEssum I've been trying not to add any new journal entries because I don't think people really read them. But I don't want my profile to be super long (especially since the punctuation gets removed), so I'm going to add this journal entry AND put a note in my profile to refer to it.
1) I am very appreciative of the people who send a quick, complimentary note. As I'm sure everyone on this site is aware, there are more men than women, so if I don't respond - it's not because I'm rude - or I don't think you're attractive - more than likely it means that a) you are not local or b) I saw something in your profile that indictated that we are not a match.
At first, I was trying my best to respond to every seemingly sane person how messaged me, but I simply don't have the bandwidth to do that AND respond to people who genuinely might be a match.
2) I was on this site once before YEARS AGO, or it's former iteration, collarme, and I left the site when I found a match. I trained with that particular Dom until he moved away and while I didn't move away with him, we remained friends, so I had fond memories of this site. After that D/s relationship, I tripped and stumbled back into a vanilla relationship. My photos are new, but I don't think I look SO very different that anyone I conversed with wouldn't recognize me. Maybe I'm delusional, so let me be fully transparent, my former screen name was sweetlucky7's. I have noticed that some of the Doms messaging haven't updated their photos since that time ;-). But I digress. If you and I conversed a decade ago and it didn't go well, and you 'recognized' me and you've reached out to me again - with a new profile name and no photos - please don't waste time with some sort of weird vendetta. In that same vein - I'm also on Fetlife and my photos are the match the photos here on my profile. So if we didn't hit it off on Fetlife. Then you saw me here and decided to message me ... Please don't. This is a waste of time for us both.
This leads me to my final point.
3) If, for some reason, you have multiple profiles on this site - and you message me from both profiles. Or, even worse, I block you on one profile and you then message me from the other profile, or if I blocked you on FetLife, please ask yourself, "What is your end game here?" I am a stranger to you. If we are not a match, that just means that we are not a match. It doesn't mean you're awful. It doesn't mean I'm awful. There's no need to send me crazy messages or warn me that "I don't know what I'm missing out on." Remember the old adage, 'the best thing you can do to someone who doesn't appreciate you ... is to remove yourself from that person's life. This loss will sting the most."
Also ... if you're messaging me from two different profiles to try to figure out if I'm 'juggling men on the site' or 'lying about who I am' - I think that a) you might have some unrealistic perceptions about how online dating works - communicating with multiple people as part of a general veting process is typical; and b) the need for this type of subterfuge is good indication that your basic trust issues might mean you're not a good candidate for online pursuits (kink or vanilla). Even if we aren't a match - I wish you all the best of luck in your search!
FatMansHarem Looking for permanent companionship.
I am poly and unpartnered currently.
What I am looking for is obedience and full time servitude.
I am not a nice person. If you please me, you will be rewarded. If you displease me, you will be punished. None of that bratty punishment. You will be punished in a way that you genuinely dislike. If chaining you up and leaving you alone is something that distresses you, that can be your punishment. If you dislike pain, or public humiliation, or anything really, I will make it happen so you genuinely suffer. If you want to be playful and want some of these things, just ask at an appropriate time and I will make it happen as long as you have not displeased me.
Also looking for genuine hypnosis subjaspects
I am not a monster, I am not a nice guy either.
needcucknowslave Dont be afriad to talk to me, but can we talk about life first.
Always opened to talking to
Doms
Dommes
Switches
Slaves
Subs.
Minoan Noone Owes You A living
In the last few weeks, I've learned a lot of painful lessons. Top of the list is learning that no matter how solid you may think something is, no matter how well built and diligently assembled you may feel it is, no matter how recently it's solidity was tested and found good and true, that something can fail with breathtaking speed. Literally here today, gone tomorrow.
As a consequence, I find myself amazed that I STILL have to learn not to put too much reliance on one thing. We all need supports, we all need things and people in our lives that matter to us and who we matter to, but the lesson is that such things and people must, by virtue of necessity, be a plural. If we become too reliant on a single support then we run the risk that, should that support fail us then we fail with it. The collapse can be dangerous mentally, emotionally and physically because not only is so much of our structure built on that support, but there's not a huge amount left to work with when it's gone.
So spread the load, don't put too many eggs in one basket and, whatever you do, don't put all the eggs in one basket.
Secondly, and equally surprising that I STILL haven't learned it, is that as much as we want to be good for others and to show them love and support and kindness, we have to also do that for ourselves. We must remember to be an advocate for and believer in ourselves before we attempt to do those things for another. I feel this is for two reasons.
Firstly, if we cannot be for ourselves what we seek to be for others, how much value does what we offer actually have in our own eyes? How can we offer ourselves to another if we don't think we have much value and, in truth, don't actually want or like our self? Isn't that basically re-gifting the shitty present you got for Christmas or a birthday, and if it is what kind of a way is that to treat or see either ourselves or the person we offer ourselves to? Aren't we essentially saying that we hold them in such high regard we want them to have something we don't value or like or have a use for?
Secondly, assuming we do value our own love and support and kindness, we must always keep a personal stash of it just for our use. We must do this otherwise we risk the damaging, diminishing effaspects of someone taking those valued parts of ourselves and, instead of giving us the best of them in return, suddenly deciding they've had their fill and they're moving on. We are left not just lacking in the resources we need to function in their absence, but also knowing that we only have ourselves to blame for assuming that just because we wanted the best for them doesn't mean they're obliged to want the best for us. And if they did once, we have no right to assume they will continue to do so just because we want them to.
The third lesson is simple; people change, and nothing changes people like other people. We are all dynamic, constantly evolving and constantly discovering new places we want to go and new people want to be with and new people we want to become. And if that holds true for others then by definition it can and should hold true for us. We are not who we were, we are not really who we because really we're just constantly becoming who we will be. In the face of that, stability is an illusion and the only person we can and should truly depend on is ourselves. Everything and everyone else is temporary in our lives. We are permanent.
And the last lesson is a cliche. If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it doesn’t, then it was never meant to be.
Texasphili Even at my age, I seem to be surrounded by players. One would think maturity might thin the herd, but no—apparently nonsense has no age limit. Be it any website, platform, or so-called “community,” they’re all there, lined up confidently with impressive titles and very little substance.
Everyone is a “Master” now. Capital M, of course. Profiles full of rules, expectations, and declarations of authority, yet curiously light on patience, consistency, or basic courtesy. It’s rather like browsing for a decent cup of tea and being offered only energy drinks. Loud, stimulating, and ultimately unsatisfying.
What I notice most is the hurry. The rush to claim ownership, demand obedience, or shortcut trust. It’s all very enthusiastic, but enthusiasm without discipline is just noise. A proper Master, I’ve learned, doesn’t need to announce himself repeatedly. He shows up, stays present, and understands that submission isn’t collected like badges.
There’s also a particular type who mistakes control for confidence and silence for depth. They talk endlessly about what they want, rarely about what they can hold. When questions arise—real ones about boundaries, stability, or responsibility—they tend to vanish faster than manners at a buffet.
Still, I find myself more amused than discouraged. Experience has sharpened my eye. I know the difference between someone performing a role and someone capable of carrying one. If that means more waiting and fewer conversations worth having, so be it. I’d rather be selective than entertained.
So I continue looking, calmly, with standards intact and expectations realistic. The players can keep playing. I’m not here for a game—I’m here for something that lasts, and I’m quite content to wait for it, tea in hand
MadameTessaH Shared with me on this site:
Basic Rules1 The maleslave must always practice respect, whether in private or public, as directed For example, in public stand when Mistress enters the room and sit only after She is seated in private, drop to knees, nose to floor the moment Mistress enters the room, slave does not sit in Mistresss presence2 Be totally attentive For example, in public, open doors, offer Her slaves coat, She sits first, begins to eat first, and always ask permission to leave her presence in private, always try to anticipate Her desires and always respond with eager enthusiasm to complete any task She wants3 The maleslave should never speak unless spoken to, or unless anticipating the needs of his Mistress4 The slave will never sit with legs spread or slouch in a way typical of untrained males Good posture and decorum is a sign of respect5 The maleslave will never stare at a woman without her permission Unless the woman seeks eyecontact, the slave submissive will keep his eyes lowered at all times6 When walking with his Mistress, or any woman, the slave will keep his gait in step with hers, which usually means taking smaller steps The maleslave should always be at least 12 steps behind, but not too far because he must open all doors7 The slave must always be pleasant, never argue and never pout8 The maleslave 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 keep9 The maleslave 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 Ideally, slave must accept he may be left in permanent chastity, which he thanks Her for10 The maleslave may never touch his own genitals without the permission of his Mistress When washing, he must use a wash cloth or brush, never his hands11 The maleslave should never buy his own clothing without the guidance of his Mistress He should buy what pleases her, not what he likes12 When urinating, the maleslave will always sit on the toilet not toilet seat no exceptions13 The maleslave must submit to eating only submissive food selected by his Mistress whenever she requires it14 When a meal is over the slave must be quick to clear the table and wash the dishes15 The maleslave 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, etc16 The makeslave will perform all household chores for his dominate, to include but not limited t
servUx O/our marriage ceremony has finally taken place - my adored Wife & Mistress has solemnly sealed Her Female Domination (: She has granted my humble request and taken possession of me as her devoted property. She accepted me plighting my irrevocable troth to submit myself unconditionally to Her will and wishes and to be at Her service at all times. In a ritual inspired by the “Cybelian Marriage”, She has affirmed Her vision for O/our relationship, how She wants to use and arrogate Her devoted property in the future and how She wants to be lacking for nothing.i have to report on the ceremony and the new dynamic that has entered O/our relationship here in the coming months and have to be available for Your feedback and answers.my adored Wife & Mistress sends her warmest regards to A/all those who live Female Domination and those who are subordinate to her!
U/unsere Ehezeremonie hat endlich stattgefunden - meine angebetete Ehefrau & Mistress hat Ihre weibliche Herrschaft feierlich besiegelt (: Sie hat meiner demütigen Bitte stattgegeben und mich als Ihr ergebenes eigentum in Besitz genommen. Sie hat mir das unwiderrufliche Gelübde abgenommen, mich Ihrem Willen und Ihren Wünschen bedingungslos unterzuordnen und Ihr jederzeit treu zu Diensten zu sein. Sie hat in einem von der "Cybelian Marriage" inspirierten Ritual Ihre Vorstellungen an U/unsere Beziehung bekräftigt, wie Sie Ihr ergebenes eigentum künftig nutzen und benutzen und es sich an nichts fehlen lassen will.Über die Zeremonie und die neue Dynamik, die in U/unsere Beziehung Einzug gehalten hat, habe ich hier in den nächsten Monaten zu berichten und für Reaktionen und Fragen zur Verfügung zu stehen.meine angebetete Ehefrau & Mistress lässt alle, die weibliche Herrschaft leben und alle, die ihr untergeordnet sind herzlich Grüßen!
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!
Bull60 Phallic Masturbation (Solo)
Much of Phallic worship in the West begins with mansturbation and the misunderstanding of it at best. Males are made to view their phallus as a source of pride and also shame. Males are made to hide under the pretense of modesty that which nature adorned him with to be the glory of the world. Excitement by itself has been viewed with contempt, disgust, and rejection albeit in public. Nature is full of the glory of phallus and it is the male prerogative to show it in all species except Homo Sapiens. Western societies cannot find a clear cut (no puede n intended) view of the phallus since it admires it and fears it at the same time.
However, those of us who had the fortune of being initiated at an early age in the mysteries of maleness and how to achieve and give pleasure know better. The phallus gives pleasure indistinct of gender, but there is always a dominant preference. The giving and receiving of pleasure through and by the phallus is the aim of these thoughts.
When the phallus and the worshiper are giving ritual pleasure is a different scenario to when one is alone. With another male in this case the center is the phallus, its glory, its power to penetrate, expand, and pulsate with life inside the one receiving it. However what happens when we are alone? Are we lost since there is no one to direct our power and mystic union? Not at all. Ritual mansturbation is a beautiful event in and on itself.
The aim is not to ejaculate but to allow the phallus to grow and expand in your hands as you caress and anoints it with appropriate oils and substances that show you devotion. I prefer honey, sweet almond oil, and myrrh. Begin with the testicles, and feel their presence and see them as the repository of power and maleness. Feel each one as you use the oils to enhance the experience. Warming the oils make a more profound effect by allowing the aroma of the oils and your own male scent to rise to your nose. Intoxicate yourself with the aroma and know that it is the same aroma inhaled by those who worship your phallus. Own it, you are as distinct as any other male. As you enjoy your testes move to the shaft and do the same, let the oil, precum, your sweat and your scent intoxicate you. This is not the time for stroking is the time for touching and feeling as my dad taught me. Feel the veins, the skin (if you are uncut, do not retract yet) the shape and feel the unity of the testes and the phallus. Caress as you anoint, smell as you reach the tip and taste your hands; that is your scent signature. That signature is the one anyone who had you keeps in his brain and soul own and know that. Stop, rest, allow you phallus to relax and now begin to stroke with you least dominant hand (right if you are left,left if you are right.) Stroke the shaft, not the head or under it. Let you phallus grow to its full potential and now slowly if you choose you can ejaculate and get the full signature aroma of your phallus. You have reach your solo blis. How can this be wrong?
VTswitchcouple It's been a quiet couple of months. P had surgery a few months ago and recovery has been slow. That said, I've traveled a few times, especially around the holidays, and that led to some intense fantasies about being captured or coerced away from home. It's absolutely fun to be tied up at home, but it's also fun to think about being snagged from a parking lot with just the most basic ties. Like zipties around my wrists and ankles, a cloth gag secured with tape, my own scarf as a blindfold so I have no idea where I'm being taken. Fighting to get to my cell phone and just as my fumbling fingers manage to pull it out of my bag, the car stops and I'm hauled away to my fate. Maybe my captor sees my phone, forces me to unlock it with my fingertips, and then uses it to document my punishment for trying to escape. Culminating with a photo sent to my husband of my well-used and creampied pussy, with my legs held up to help me conceive. I know the studies are inconclusive but ever since I saw the movie Election, I've been obsessed with the idea of my legs being held back, willingly or otherwise, after a man has cum in me. Or maybe just Matthew Broderick.
A few men have offered to "rescue" me from a life of being knocked up by a Trump supporter. And I have to admit, a lot of the allure was lost for me after the election, and even more after he took office, and even more after unelected gooner Elon Musk started running the government. Maybe I could be a mail order American bride for someone in Australia or Canada. I have no idea how immigration law works in general and especially not for other countries. Maybe someone tricks me and offers to let me stay with them for a few months in a new country, no strings attached. But once I arrive in my new home, I see the guest bedroom has just a mattress with rope laid out on it. I turn to leave and see my benefactor holding my passport and cell phone. He tells me if I want to stay, I better strip down like a good girl, put a ball gag in my mouth, and handcuff myself. Spending the next few months with my legs wrapped around a stranger, hoping other countries allow anchor babies. Trading one form of servitude for another.
What can I say, the body wants what the body wants.
StrictLovingWify I seek a Gentleman
Being a Gentleman:
Today, being a gentleman is a matter of choice. It is a title you earn through an unwavering commitment to invest in your character. It is not about perfection, but a constantly renewed pursuit of excellence.
Gentlemen are not stiff, pretentious, or focused on elevating themselves.
Instead, they strive to succeed while helping those around them succeed as well.
Being a gentleman means that you care about how your choices impact others. It is about human connection.
At a recent professional event, I was introduced to a man who dressed impeccably and had been working the room like a pro. His handshake was appropriate, and our initial conversation was pleasant, but he quickly became boastful, stopped listening, and seemed unaware of the people around him. Before my eyes, he transformed from a gentleman into a banty rooster—all puff and little substance. Sadly, he was unable to connect in a meaningful way.
Our world is in desperate need of more gentlemen. Those who choose to pick up this torch are not only performing a noble feat, but they also reap incredible rewards. The qualities of a gentleman never go out-of-style and pay huge dividends.
Qualities of a gentleman:
Generous
A gentleman is generous with his time, wisdom, and resources. He looks for ways to help others. He is a servant leader, and his commitment to interpersonal kindness creates a positive culture that boosts commitment, engagement, and performance.
Positive
A gentleman chooses to be positive. His positivity is contagious, and his consistent encouragement draws others to him. He practices gratitude, which research shows lowers his blood pressure, improves immune function, reduces stress hormones, and facilitates better sleep.
Lifelong Learner
A gentleman maintains a teachable posture and actively seeks new challenges. His intellectual curiosity propels him to constantly better himself and his craft through reading, coaching, ongoing education, and time spent with mentors. He turns off the T.V. and silences his phone to make time for this investment. He is emotionally mature, mentally sharp, informed, and not ashamed to ask for help.
Civil
A gentleman embraces civility by valuing all people and treating everyone with respect. From the janitor to the CEO, he carefully considers how his behavior and words impact others. He treats females and males with the same respect.
Well-Mannered
A gentleman is well-mannered, and can effortlessly navigate social and professional settings with confidence and proficiency. He stays abreast of current etiquette guidelines, and uses social acumen to navigate shifting norms. As a result, he is as comfortable at a casual gathering with friends as he is in the boardroom. He returns his shopping cart, says “please” and “thank you,” holds doors open for others, tips generously, and smiles often.
Hard & Smart Worker
A gentleman possesses a strong work ethic. He takes great pride in his work and strives to give his very best every day. He is reliable, dedicated, self-disciplined, humble, and a team player. He leads and is led well. People want him on their team.
Sharp Appearance
A gentleman understands the power of his appearance—that the way he chooses to dress, groom, and carry himself is either a bridge or a barrier to his success because what people see, is what they expect. He takes no days off from excellence, and his consistently sharp appearance demonstrates respect for himself and his environment, wherever he may be. He conducts an annual image audit to ensure that his appearance is up-to-date and supports his goals.
Effective Communicator
A gentleman is well-spoken and a focused listener. He demonstrates conversational competence and leaves others feeling inspired, engaged, and understood. He manages his tone and body language to maximize connection. He knows that hearing is a passive physical process, but listening is an active mental process that requires work. As a result, he strives to really listen to what people have to say while also effectively communicating his point of view.
Confident
A gentleman is confident in that he knows the value of what he brings to the table. He seeks competence, not perfection. His body language and commanding personal presence identify him as a leader. He stands upright, walks with purpose, avoids hiding his hands in his pockets, and extends a firm handshake.
Person of Integrity
A gentleman does the right thing even when no one is watching. He is a man of his word, and is not swayed by peer pressure or popular opinion. The man he is at work is the same person you will encounter in the community and at his home.
Ask yourself: How do you want to be remembered?
Walkingblind34
A touch
A kiss
I didn’t know such passion could exist
A faint glow
A little light
A fire is now blazing in the night
A growl
A grip
A forward thrust of the hip
A whimper
A moan
A screaming of your name
A touch
A kiss
I didn’t know such passion could exist
subNhou Protocol Party Ideas
Low Protocols that are public-friendly.• sub refills the Doms drink.• sub not sitting until the Dom sits• serving the Dom before the sub.• sub not eating until the Dom starts• etc.
Medium Protocols are usually seen at kink parties.• sub sitting on floor next to the Dom.• sub saying yes Sir/Maam.• any type of service including play.
etc.
Then there are High Protocols. These are actions the sub is not to question. They are done quickly and respectfully.• sub is not allowed to speak.• sub can't look into Dom's eyes.• sub stands at attention.• sub walks behind the Dom.• sub obeys all orders.• etc.
These are just a few examples of protocols. When beginning to use protocols remember to start slow. Try one or two to begin with and discuss whether they are working or not. It is very gratifying when protocols are used. The sub is pleasing the Dom and the Dom is proud/pleased with the sub. Now that's a turn on. 😁
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.
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.
familyofblended 20250107
It's a shame I even have to say this but unfortunately, I do!
I will not chat with anyone unless I see pictures of them. I've been contacted by so many who claim they want to live 24/7, completely owned, and can't wait to start the process! I chat with these individuals and give them tasks or challenges to see how serious their interests are and suddenly I no longer hear from them anymore.
Below are some of the questions I'm regularly asked, along with my answers.
How far would you take my transformation? I'd take it as far as I can, including surgery.
What would my duties be as your slave? Your duties would be serving me domestically, sexually, and following my orders.
Would I be collared and/or branded? Yes, you will be collared once you have completed training.
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