This looks like an interesting option to post some updates. It's been about two years since I set up my profile, so age is now 'off', ha, be 62 in March. Little change in weight too - closer to 160 lbs now.
I've had a couple of new messages today - that was nice. Thanks.
She wouldn't be my adored Wife and Mistress if She didn't have a lot of fun keeping her counterpart in agonising ignorance. Waiting, worrying, hoping. What She uses for Her pleasure will never know where the journey leads. It is the happy fate of Her property to blindly surrender to Her and willingly follow Her instructions. The journey goes wherever She wants it to go - She will point the right direction.
Sie wäre nicht meine angebetete Ehefrau und Mistress, wenn sie einen riesen Spaß dabei hätte, ihr Gegenüber in quälender Unwissenheit verharren zu lassen. Warten, Bangen, Hoffen. Was sie zu ihrem Vergnügen benutzt, wird sich nie gewiss sein können, wohin die Reise geht. Es ist das glückliche Los Ihres Eigentums, sich Ihr blind zu ergeben und Ihren Weisungen willig zu folgen. Die Reise geht, wohin Ihr der Sinn steht - Sie wird die richtige Richtung schon aufzeigen.
Creating a journal entry to test if posting is easier than updating our profile. It seems when I attempt to update our information section the profile does not update. We have a lot to share about our experience levels and what we're looking for 🤓
Dom / switch couple looking for a third to join our relationship. Female half, while involved in the relationship and dynamics, is not involved sexually. She is a bit bi at most. Very skilled at rules, goals, nourishment, punishment, rewards systems. TPE, 1950's, high encouragement, support environment. Love needy subs most find annoying, you know who you are 😉
If you are not local to the DC Metro area, please know that whist it is always flattering to be contacted, I really want to interact with those that can interact with me in the real world, please.
I acknowledge that there must be someone that has the resources to buy me a plane or train ticket, and scoop me up to kneel before them halfway across the world. But the odds are 99.9% that isn't the case.
So I'm asking that you keep in mind I am willing to relocate, but that requires ti e, and mutual agreement and resources. Conversely, if you regularly get to the DC area, then let's get together and paint the town red.... *after* we have an initial public meeting. If you can't be seen with me in public, then I am not for you. (But no judgement!)
Found this site and it is interesting. Not looking for a male submissive at this time. Possibly a female submissive and male dominate.
I do have a friend, submissive beautiful lady who needs a dominate male. Ideally he wouold be in his 60s and a loving Master. She is very sexually open, but shy. Introductions maybe?
I have been quiet and preoccupied for the last couple of years, almost abandoning all interest in this site. I can't promise I will continue to be active here, but I have - mostly - enjoyed the fresh conversations I've had over the past few weeks.
I do wonder why there are so many dominant identifying men approaching me these days. I am zero per cent sub, or at least the statistical equivalent of zero. Are men not as comfortable listing themselves as subs or switches as 10 years ago? Is switch no longer a profile option here? Are you trying to beat the system by not listing yourself as sub for fear of being lost in the crowd?
This isn't meant to be a dig at anyone and I give a blanket apology to anyone reading this who I've spoken to. It's just common enough currently to seem like a trend rather than a coincidence and I'm truly curious.
I met a Dom on Fet Life who has been keeping me in line the last few weeks. He is not a nice person. I don't really like Him, but as a Dom and potential Master, He is exactly what I need. I've been processing this phenomenon, putting much thought into why I respond to Him so well as a Dom, even though I wouldn't choose to spend time with Him otherwise (and I'm sure it's mutual).
I cannot count the number of Doms, Masters, Gods, Slave Owners, etc. that I've met both online and in person who seem unwilling or incapable of issuing an order or command. I tend to follow orders. If I don't receive any, I assume the Dom is uninterested and I move on. Aftter all, it is my job to follow orders, not to issue them. The Man that I am currently serving does not have this problem. I obey all His orders without question, even those I don't want to. It's not my job to choose which orders to follow.
If you identify as a slave and you're having trouble attracting potential Masters, maybe you should take a look at your profile and count how many times "me" or "I" appear in your text. Then skim your profile for anything that would tell a potential Master what you could do for Him. Learn much?
Democracy, as we know it, is about to change for us and generations to come if this orange prick does what he says he's going to do. And I believe everything he says even tho he's the biggest liar that ever lived. It infuriates me to think how many people worship him and believe he's going to make their lives so much better. They're about to find out just how bad their lives are going to get because they blindly supported him. Maybe we can save our country in 2 years but I'm not counting on it. Hopefully there will be enough suffering til then so that there can be a shift in power. I'm horrified about what's to come. Everyone with half a brain should be.
The night had a certain allure, a seductive darkness that seemed to beckon Seraphine Vale as she drove home from work. It was well past midnight, the hour when the world slept, and the roads were nearly deserted. Her shift at the art restoration studio had been particularly grueling, and she longed for the solace of her own bed. Little did she know, this night would offer a different kind of solace, one that would leave her breathless and trembling.
As she navigated the familiar route, her thoughts drifted, contemplating the intricate details of an ancient painting she had been working on. Seraphine's mind was a sanctuary of quiet concentration, her focus unwavering until a sudden flash of blue and red lights snapped her back to reality. She slowed her car to a halt, her heart pounding against her ribcage as she realized she had inadvertently strayed into a speed trap.
The officer who approached her vehicle was a striking figure, his tall, lean frame cloaked in the authoritative uniform of a police officer. It was Lucian Asterian, a man whose reputation preceded him, though not in the typical way of law enforcement. His dark, piercing eyes seemed to see right through her, and his presence was both commanding and unsettling.
"License and registration, please," his voice was deep and clipped, carrying an undertone of authority that sent a shiver down Seraphine's spine. She complied, her hands treming slightly as she handed over the requested documents. Lucian's gaze was intense, almost predatory, as if he was studying her, not just her papers.
"Step out of the car, Miss," he ordered, his voice laced with a hint of something that made Seraphine's stomach flutter. She hesitated, her mind racing with questions, but the command in his eyes left no room for argument. Slowly, she opened the door and stepped onto the deserted road, the cool night air caressing her skin.
Lucian's eyes roamed over her, taking in her slender form, clad in a simple black dress that accentuated her delicate curves. His gaze lingered on her face, noting the stormy gray eyes that seemed to mirror his own intensity. "Hands behind your back," he instructed, his voice now a low, seductive growl.
Seraphine's breath caught in her throat as she felt the cold metal of the handcuffs against her wrists. Lucian's touch was firm, his fingers grazing her skin as he secured the cuffs, sending a jolt of awareness through her body. She stood there, vulnerable and exposed, as he circled her, his eyes raking over her like a physical caress.
"What's a beautiful woman like you doing out here at this hour?" he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. Seraphine shivered, her body betraying her as she leaned into his touch. Lucian's hand slid down her arm, his fingers entwining with hers, and for a moment, she felt the warmth of his palm against her skin.
Then, without warning, he spun her around, pressing her body against the hood of her car. The cold metal was a stark contrast to the heat emanating from Lucian's body. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot and intoxicating. "You're a naughty girl, breaking the rules," he whispered, his voice a husky purr.
Seraphine's heart was racing, her body responding to his words, to the dominance in his tone. She felt a rush of wetness between her thighs as he ran his hands up her sides, his fingers kneading her soft flesh. He squeezed her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You like being touched, being taken right here on the side of the road." His words were a taunt, a challenge, and Seraphine couldn't deny the truth in them. She nodded, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her.
Lucian's hands moved lower, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of her dress, tracing the lace of her panties. He teased her, his touch light and teasing, making her ache for more. With a swift motion, he tore her panties away, leaving her exposed and wanting.
"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "I want..."
Lucian didn't let her finish. Instead, he gripped her hips, pulling her back against his hard length. She could feel his erection, straining against his uniform, as he positioned himself at her entrance. Without warning, he thrust forward, claiming her in one swift, brutal stroke.
Seraphine cried out, her body arching as he filled her, not with the gentleness she had anticipated, but with a rough, primal urgency. He pounded into her, his hips slamming against her buttocks, his hands gripping her hips tightly, leaving marks on her skin. The pain was exquisite, blending with the pleasure until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
"You're so tight," he grunted, his breath hot against her neck. "So fucking wet." His words were crude, but they only served to heighten her arousal. She wanted to be used, to be taken by this man, in this moment, in the most primal way possible.
Lucian's rhythm was relentless, his body a powerful force driving into hers. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, and began to rub in time with his thrusts. Seraphine's world narrowed to the sensations he was eliciting, the feel of his cock buried deep within her, the roughness of his fingers against her sensitive flesh.
"Cum for me," he demanded, his voice a harsh command. "Let me feel it, you beautiful bitch."
His words were like a trigger, and Seraphine's orgasm exploded through her, rippling waves of pleasure that left her gasping and trembling. She cried out, her body convulsing around him, her juices flowing freely as she climaxed. Lucian's own release followed swiftly, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself deep inside her, his hot seed filling her ass.
They stood there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of their passion. Lucian's hands released her hips, and he stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers. Seraphine felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, there was a sense of power in her surrender.
He reached down, uncuffing her hands, and then, without a word, he adjusted his uniform, the bulge in his pants a testament to their encounter. Seraphine watched, her body still humming with pleasure, as he walked back to his patrol car.
As she slid back into the driver's seat, her dress in disarray and her body throbbing, she realized the detour had been more than just a chance encounter. It was a night that would forever be etched in her memory, a night where she had been taken, possessed, and left wanting more. As she drove away, the road ahead seemed brighter, as if the darkness had illuminated a new path, one that led straight to Lucian's door.
Sigh. I'm constantly still blown away that I need to say this every so often, but here I am again:
If you want a reply from me, your initial email to me needs to be more than just one and two words sentences. I took a long time writing my profile, and it's very disheartening to get an email that is just, "Hey!" or "Hello!" or "How are you?" or stuff like that. That's how you start off on email, and I know this might be a surprise to a lot of people, but then you need to put something after it.
And if you really do sincerely feel that is too much for you, then just pass me by. Nothing personal!
May we all get a lil taste of the things we desire in 2025. Hell maybe some of us will get a lil more than a taste... sometimes a serving can do one some good!
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
Done. Maybe, one day, we will look at your profile or read your message to us, and might consider the risk to our already shattered and reglued hearts, that you MIGHT be worth considering. MIGHT.
i am a married closet cd living on the west coast of the US that is seeking her next online LTR collar with a very strict, controlling but loving TRUE Dominant via skype with TPE over time. Am seeking a Dom that is here daily during the day. I have a full list of my kinks, my limits, my daily life info when i was collared online for over 3 years, my trained trigger words that are still in effect and a good size gallery to share as desired....
I hope to find an Owner that wishes to take over where my former Owner left off in my training. A true hard, strong, controlling Dom that would love to edge me back into submission through forced edging sessions of confessions, body writing, exposure, humiliation to put me back on my knees, in a collar and cage.
I wanted to take a moment to express how much I enjoy engaging with the content on this platform, particularly the profiles. What I find most compelling is the opportunity to read through journal entries. It's fascinating to step into someone else's world, to gain a glimpse into their thoughts, feelings, and experiences through their personal reflections. These journal entries, for me, offer a unique kind of connection and understanding that other types of content don't quite capture.
However, I've also noticed a recurring theme within some of these journal entries that I feel compelled to address. Specifically, I've come across profiles, often belonging to self-identified young dominant females, where the understanding of BDSM seems to be limited to, or even equates to, physical brutality towards their submissive. This portrayal, in my opinion, is not only inaccurate but potentially harmful to the broader understanding of BDSM, which is far more nuanced than simply inflicting pain.
While I understand that BDSM encompasses a wide spectrum of practices and preferences, the emphasis on violence as the primary definition of dominance is concerning. It overlooks the crucial elements of consent, communication, trust, and the psychological dynamics that are central to a healthy and fulfilling BDSM relationship. It also perpetuates a potentially dangerous misconception that power and control are solely rooted in physical dominance, when true dominance often involves a much more holistic and intentional approach.
I'm writing this not to condemn anyone's particular experience, but rather to encourage a more informed and respectful understanding of BDSM within this community. Open dialogue about the complexities of this lifestyle, including the crucial role of consent and the many ways dominance can be expressed, can only contribute to a more supportive and inclusive environment for everyone.
Thank you for providing this platform for sharing and discussion. I look forward to seeing how the community continues to grow and evolve.
This is just ridiculous, even the 40+ year Olds here bullshit. Being matured women you really wouldn't expect to be dealing with silly games but many of them have the attitide of your average 22 year old.
Ok, so I log onto my profile and there is a New Message! For those of you who are not submissive males, that's a pretty rare thing. And it seems to be from an actual Woman, not a bot or a scammer. Great! Open the mail and She asks to chat with me. Mmmmm, sounds good. So I reply, and She has blocked me! Weird.
I love to start smelling feet, then kissing them, licking them clean and massaging them. While my Goddess looks at me or is just ignoring me. When that happens I feel like thats my only place in the world. Massaging and worshiping female feet is my duty.
I really love when she also gives me homework of learning how to massage feet. Learning by watching videos or reading about feet pressure points, reflexology, and some tricks to do it better.
Now Im very far from that person who I used to do that with. Im living in Napoli and Im an affective and smiling guy. Id love to find a nice Goddess to worship here and keep learning and enjoying that.
