Collarspace

Hello Im Katelyn,

I have been actively involved on and off in the lifestyle for about 8 years. I am still learning growing hope to continue becoming the best I can so I can properly fulfill the wants, needs, and desires of my partner, I enjoy being challenged and pushed, punished when necessary. I enjoy discovering things about my self and becoming my true self at my full potential.

This lifestyle has opened so many doors with endless possibilities and I look forward to finding the right person to serve again as I am desperately missing this aspect in my life. I Am unique in the sense that I dont just fit one mold and I wouldnt want to but most recently I have certainly found my inner baby-girl and would like to properly explore that part of me Im in need of a new Daddy to obey please, I do have bratty tendencies but this can always be corrected (hopefully without the use of corner-time!)
Who am I
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What I am looking for
I am seeking an EXPERIENCED patient partner who is willing to take on the challenge that is me. I do not play well with others so I need a someone who is willing to work on this with me because although I am aware Jealousy is not an emotion i am entitled to and I am continuously working on this aspect of myself my tendencies may be problematic.
I will test you, I will infuriate you, there will be punishment I can assure you of that. I am still learning my place but I do have a backbone, I have opinions and I will require time effort but Ill absolutely make it worthwhile for you.
I will obey you(most of the time) care for you serve please you I will meet your needs I will submit to you kneel before you like the good little slut you want me to be. I am honest loyal loving caring I give my trust openly and freely until I am given a reason not to. Once I am yours I belong to you mind body soul end of story.

Fetishes Humiliation,Degradation,objectification,Knife-play Collars,restrictions,spitting, choking, gags, hair pulling, face slapping, impact play, begging, breath play, worship, smothering, watersports, CNC Abduction play, Anal-play,sensory deprivation...

Hard limits
Scat, vomit, needles, fire, modification, scarification, sharingloaning, animals,fisting,branding.

Soft Limits things Im curious about
Feet(I strongly dislike feet), Public-play, caging confinement.

A walk in December
-Me
The cold December air feels like needles piercing through my porcelain flesh as I walk along the gravel pathway leading me home. Ive taken this route a thousand times but something about tonight doesnt feel right. Even with the blustering wind attacking the naked treetops its eerily quiet the air is thick and im quickly filled with dread and crippled with fear. You know how you get that sick nervousness, almost like a washing machine was placed inside your stomach on full-cycle a warning of sorts a gut wrenching inclination that something is terribly wrong. I hear no birds, see no cars, no sign of life Ive unknowingly quickened my pace my heart is racing and my breath is labored, my chest hurts from breathing in the frigid winter air but my feet wont slow its as if they know something I dont, like they are being propelled by an unseen force. Im maybe twenty minutes away from the city, ten if I stay at this remarkable pace.
I hear footsteps approaching behind me, faint at first but increasing with intensity. Perhaps to match my pace, but why? Instinctively I turn my head briefly to see who is eagerly pursuing me hoping to see some hot blonde jogging with her saint Bernard. I am sadly disappointed Im sprinting, no, running frantically. Clumsily running as fast as my body will allow. For a split second I felt as if my soul had separated from me and ran ahead. Suddenly I realize I am no longer running. Fuck! I feel gravel under my palms and against my knees then I feel pain, my head is throbbing, my knees are burning and I cant move my left leg.
Get the fuck up and run! My inner self is screaming orders my body is unable to comply with. I feel helpless, worthless as Im forced to crawl away from the man closing in on me. Obviously a threat. He is cloaked in black from head to toe, and is monstrous in size. I am on my hands and knees desperately trying to escape whatever fate this man surely has planned for me. The faster I crawl the deeper the gravel is becoming ded in my already torn flesh shredding away my dignity and leaving a trail of crimson behind me. I dont dare look back but I know how close he is. His feet kick up the gravel and I swear I can hear every pebble as it falls back to its rightful place along the path. I hear a familiar sound, headlights.
A slow moving vehicle approaches in the distance and I am given a shred of hope, a ray of light in my time of darkness and despair. This was quickly diminished and my light extinguished in the moments and events that followed. Upon hearing the soothing sound of the engine I must have stopped crawling, Im abruptly pulled to my feet a blade is pressed against my throat and a napkin is placed firmly over my nose and mouth and Im being moved, dragged towards the vehicle I thought may offer me sanctuary and then forced inside. I hear these words before everything goes black goodnight pretty girl we will play once you awaken. I open my eyes, but I see nothing, I can not scream my mouth has been taped shut, and not the pussy shit the industrial no bullshit kind.Im naked and I am suspended my arms bound and my legs spread apart, I am entirely defenseless and in agony.
I hear two, no three voices talking in the distance but I cant make out what they are saying. Then they stop, oh fuck did they notice Im awake? Footsteps, followed by a strange sound like an aluminum bat against concrete. A breath in my ear whispers playtime as promised, fingers move through my hair, something slaps across my ass which such a force that tears fill my eyes and a scream tries to escape my lips not once, after 15 i stopped counting. Then a warmth cascades over my stomach burning my knees, I know what this is and shutter at the thought so I try to find a place inside my head to hide to endure the torture that will follow I must find a way to escape .....to survive.
I Scarletta-Ann Dowry am laying on a gorgeous sandy Hawiian beach. My snow white complextion reddens as the rays from the morning sun carress and surround me with warmth. My lusterous jet black hair dances as the sea-breeze gently blows over me. I take in everything around me, the bittersweet aromas, the grains of sand beneath my feet , the roaring waves as they crash against the shore. I am at peace complete and utter serenity beauty in its purest .
At least thats where I was in my mind, where I had taken myself to survive, to forget, to endure where I really was and what was transpiring. I was somewhere no person should ever be with the kind of people nightmares are made of and your parents warn you about. And the worst was yet to come, these monsters had plans for me and they had only just begun to show me what they were truly capable of. I racked my brain trying to figure out why they had picked me. Had it been at random or had they been watching me and if so for how long? Perhaps they had been watching, how else would they know I would be on that path the same way I am every night. Did they know where I worked and follow me from there? How long had they been plotting this and what was the reason, I thought but no answers came to me.
I am quickly brought back to reality, strong hands are grasping my throat and I cant breathe. An excruating pain exudes from my backside, I struggle to catch my breathe as the man violently assaults my ass. With each thrust he grips my neck tighter Im dizzy, disoriented and water is streaming down my