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Thought Cleansing Ritual
I intend it start using this ritual in all its waking hours, slave. Keeping it from dysfunctional thinking is very important to Me, slave. Negative self involved thinking will make the slave unhappy, maybe even miserable. is still has freedom of choice, however, it should try the thought cleansing ritual long enough to begin to feel the results. So, keep the rubber band on. Snap it as soon as it realizes it is engaged in self involved negative thinking. I suggest it make a copy of
it should feel free to ask questions about the ritual as it practices correcting its thinking. The Power of Tarot
I always consult the Tarot before getting serious. TWO of my decks refused to read a sub. Read two other subs and the Hang Man reversed showed up. Waste of time. So yeah
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Where does one begin to find a subject for a journal entry, when one does not ordinarily journal?
This being a lifestyle site, i find reading others profiles and journals is akin to going out and finding people at munch's or parties and getting to read their minds. Journals are where so many post their / our thoughts and desires. I suppose it's the desires that many post, if they aren't just sounding off on all that vexes them.
W/we all want to find someone to belong to or belong with. (which side of the / do W/we live). I have mentioned in many posts, not just here, but in the rare journal or diary entries scattered through the devices i have owned, that i found the collar from this site. or when it was Collarme at the time. The time belonging to and growing again as a person, not just as a submissive,were the most special of my life. Finding joy in your life is important. How we find that joy varies immensely. my own discovery of belonging to someone (at that time a couple) gave me back a spark of joy that has carried me to where i am in the local community.
Do not lag in finding joy! I see many who live in their fantasy only in their minds, not realizing that all we desire and hope for is out there. Waiting for us to find it, accept it and be thankful for it becoming part of our life.
my own cravings for certain activites are again looking for an outlet. This is not a plea, just putting out there that a willing bondage subject and, now out of the closet, cross dresser, hopes to find people who, together, we can enjoy something together.
That's about all for now. Be safe out there and feel free to reach out to those you find interesting or want to learn more from.
@}-- Sister Ida
aka boytom Rarely do I post in journals, most of our entries being from the wife but sometimes I do encounter experiences here that I'll feel necessary to speak on, in this case the experience has been more than a few.
Im not, and my wife is certainly not sending anyone money, ever.
Its mind blowing in this day and age just how many women shamelessly beg from complete strangers like panhandlers. We take care of our subs and their needs as responsible dominants but thats for live in arrangements ONLY. Save your seductive photos attached to sob stories and either get this collar or get a job. I moved to NH around a year and half ago. I grew up here but lived in the Pacific NW for 30 years. I returned to be a caregiver for my mother after my father died in 2020. When I first returened I put some effort into finding a Dominant Women to serve. I was unsuccessful and eventually my commitment made it impossible to continue that search. So for most of the past year I have just lurked here, looking at profiles and contemplating what could be.
I now find myself without commintment and wish to again search for a Dominant to serve. I am free to live where I choose though I have many loose ends here to deal with.
I am looking for an intelligent Dominant who enjoys the mental aspect of control and who is looking for someone who is ready to learn how to be that which they wish. I am healthy, intelligent, creative and in good shape. I am financially secure. I enjoy being service oriented and wish to please my Dominant and make their life easier. I enjoy travel and learning new things. Helping others and being a good first mate to my Captain.
I welcome any correspondence and will also be initiating contact with the profiles I admire and dream about. I hope every one has had a great 2023 so far and who also has not lost hope as to what could be. I'm not one to rant ....but...this site has really gone downhill.
To call it 50 shades of bullshit is giving too much credit. There are only the same few tired shades.
"I have no experience BUT I know what I like."
"I know you wouldn't give me the time of day on the street, but here I get to reject you"
"Don't contact me if you want sex"
"I don't respond without a pic...but I don't have one."
"I'm taken, so don't offend me with your interest."
"If you mention sex you don't understand BDSM."
"I want an experienced dom, so I can tell him how it SHOULD be."
Where have all the real freaks gone ?
I’m just venting.. but for some reason today is just one of those days I miss having an actual Daddy Dom. Maybe I’m weird but I miss rules and structure. It has made me think a lot about my last Dom and missing him. We still talk sometimes but it’s not like that. We just care about each other. But I just have this void in my heart. I love my husband but nothing about my bond, connection and relationship with him is the same as a D/s dynamic. I don’t just miss the sexual aspect of it, I miss all of it. Makes perfect sense
"Go to a movie...
have dinner...
look at a Rembrandt...
talk about a poem...
see a tree...
look into a mirror together...
do things that lead somewhere...
AND THEN kneeling and giving orders has a reason...
a purpose..
a deeper more fulfilling feeling of needs and desires..."
-unknown
If I want to meet you, our first meeting will be vanilla with a Dominant twist.
It will be about getting acquainted with each other, getting comfortable in each others presence.
Our first meeting and those after will be dictated by Me.
If you don't communicate, don't expect Me to read your peebrain.
If you have the audacity to agree to a meet and you fail to follow through, you can be sure I will tax you if you reach out to Me again. In the event you failed a previous meet, you will pay for the previous failure.
So many scammers out here. So many not willing to follow when they say they belong to me.
No people with age regression roles. I want an adult - mature and responsible.
No very heavy people either. I used to be 310 pounds. Now am in 205-222 pound range. I need to be this weight or lower. I figure being with someone who is very overwieght isn't going to help that. Not about prejudges, about me and my health. Doctor says I could be more healthy if I lost another 20 to 30 pounds. I would be happy getting under 200 and staying there.
No single men. I have no use for single men. Sorry, but not sorry about this.
NO SINGLE MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have found reading other people's journal entries interesting. Often times they are furthering their profile by asking for someone local to contact them. This has given me the idea that LADIES from anywhere should feel free to message me here for general conversations, erotic chat, phone talk or future considerations. I think it's much better to share about myself through this journal entry and not gamble with updating my profile and sending it to the verification hell!
Hmmmm so a few tid bits about me:
I am an educated person (I know the difference between there and their and get this, even affect and effect! Impressive right?! I know...)
I have registered my orientation here as switch but if I can elaborate more into it, I am a primal sensualist who's a noetisexual and demisexual. Ok I am not just throwing around these big words to sound chic! Talk to me and you will realise what I mean by all of that.
I like having conversations, for real. I am an introvert by nature but when I feel like I have something in common with the other person or they have shared something about themselves that intrigues me, I will talk and talk AND talk about it. I want the connection, the interaction between two people to be genuine. It's only then we get to know about true selves of one another.
According to Myers - Briggs I am an INFJ.
I like playing chess, sudoku, crosswords and love reading poems. YES, I AM REALLY 29 YEARS OLD.
I am not much concerned with finding age appropriate people to interact with. My experience has told me that a conversation with a 20 something can be as engaging as with a 50 something. That will reflect in the people I approach here. Ofcourse I am aware and respectful of the fact that every person's want here is different, and that's why I don't mind if I don't get a message back.
If you haven't become impressed by now, well, just read those 6 points again. Well, its been way over a year now, and still no response fro Collarspace!
I still can't see any listings on the home page. Yes I have tried clearing the flters, the only I now have set are 18-68 in the age groups, and 50 miles in the distance, and I have tried the 5000 miles with still no reponse.
I get the photographs and names of those who have viewed me, and when I look at my favourites.
I'm in the UK. It feels like we have been switched off, excluded!
Still get punished and nagged to sign up for a paid subscription though, even though I'm looking at a white page.
I've been here since the very start, (before if you include its previous name). But not getting any help fro CS to sort it.
Can someone help before I delete my profile for good? I want to be a sissy house wife, something like a 1950's household but maybe the clothes might be updated, but the dresses are really cute, or domestic discipline, 24/7 TPE I believe in a male dominant house, a gurl should be a slave/servant to her man/master/daddy. Her mind should be on how to please him and care for his needs, her pleasure coming from being in his service. I want to serve a man domesticly, it is the job of a sissy housewife to keep the house how her master/daddy wants it. I also believe a gurl is a slave to her man/daddy/master. He should pick out her clothes for the day, give her a list of chores he wants completed, and train her on how he wants her to be, rewarding her for good behavior and punishment for bad behavior. A gurl should wake up somewhat earlier than her daddy/man/master. She should shower, shave and clean here before making him coffee/breakfast. She should be completely naked accept for her collar and cuffs, and wake him up with a blowjob. After swallowing his gift, she needs to prepare to be his urinal and swallow his pee. After this, she should help him shower if he wants, or wait in the bedroom on her knees for him to get done. Once done, he will pick out what she wears and she will put it on before serving him breakfast, blowing him if he wants it. She will see him off as he leaves the house and then complete the housework. She should then greet him on her knees as he comes home, at that time she should perform any tasks he commands before he inspaspects the house and punishes for anything not done or not done properly. Dinner should be prepared for him and served to him. At night, she should perform all tasks he gives her before bed. Her body and mind is her gift to him and she gladly gives it to him, this means he uses and trains her as he wants. Pain or pleasure, a good sissy housewife accepts both eagerly and enjoyment. I hope I find my man someday. Today is a bad pain day. Physcially, emotionally and mentally. i am beyond thankful i work from home and do not need to face the world, aside from a visit to my parents house this evening for dinner. Agoraphobia can be crippling and the very thought of stepping a toe outside of my "safe zones" is enough to throw me into a panic. With my extremely high blood pressure and resting heart rate, i need to do all i can do keep myself calm. The last thing needed to add to the litany of issues is a stroke.
On a happy not i found an adorable notebook and metallic pens (my glitter ones died...sad) to keep track of my daily blood pressure readings, and soon to be mood and food intake. Daddy said He is so proud that i am finally working on fixing me. the body parts are easy. it's the mental part that scares me. i truly do not know if i am ready to face my damage. i hope i find a really good therapist that doesn't mind if a stuffy or two come along on my appointments...
I have been asked to update my journal and my relationship status since its been a few years.
I am polyamorous. I believe in multiple loves, multiple relationships, communication, trust and respect for everyone involved. I currently have my own submissive whom I've been with for 10 years. He lives with me and does not expect to be included in my exploits.
I love being poly. I have so much of myself to give. I am looking for a Dom of my own.
If you have any questions and would like me answer them here in my journal please feel free to write me. DISAPPOINTED-
There is a difference between presence and performance. When we meet in public, energy speaks louder than words, and truth has a way of revealing itself without effort. I pay attention to alignment — between actions and intentions, between spoken language and written expression, between who you present yourself to be and who you actually are.
Lately, something feels off. The version of you I encounter in person does not fully match the one you portray through your writing. Words can be crafted, polished, and arranged to create an impression — but authenticity cannot be manufactured. It either exists, or it does not.
Our recent meeting here in Folsom raised clear red flags for me. What I observed in person did not align with the image presented through your words. When behavior, tone, and presence do not match the story being told, it signals inconsistency — and inconsistency erodes trust.
We live in a culture saturated with illusion — curated images, rehearsed personas, half-truths, and quiet deception both online and off. Masks have become normal. Pretending has become easier than being real. But I am not interested in illusions, performances, or carefully edited versions of truth.
Transparency matters to me. Consistency matters. I value what is real, even when it is imperfect, over what is carefully constructed to appear a certain way. Facades are exhausting to maintain, and eventually they crack. When they do, truth stands on its own — calm, clear, and undeniable.
I am direct, observant, and grounded in what is genuine. What you see is what you get. I do not perform, and I do not pretend. In a world full of filters and deception, I remain authentic — as real as you will find.
Be real. I can see through what is not. Update needed I suppose! I am not on here searching for men at all unless he and his female partner are submissive and seeking a female dominate. With that being said, I am also not seeking those out of the state of Florida, not even for online use. You show your true self (game player) when you hear this and resort to name calling because of my preferences. Grow up and get over yourself. I would like to be relatively close to my submissive to be able to see in person. Have a great rest of your day everyone! I am and Adult Baby, that means diapers and the other fun stuff, and I am also a Sissy. That means I like being taken care of but I also like to pamper. I take away a great deal of pleaser from pleasing others, so naturaly I am a submissive *giggles*. I also enjoy aspects of BDSM and humiliation. I love to give over controll to some one I can trust. I am open minded with in reason, and I tend to understand new things so long as they are explained in a reasonable mannor. I dont feel like I am home. I am treated not the greatest unless I have company then she puts on a show of how good she is to me. It is all an act. When I am in the sling of the hoyer she will cause it to jerk which puts fear into me that she drop me. She does it on purpose. I am so tired this bs. This is a total nightmare and I am not waking up from it. Yesterday she pointed her finger at me and bitched me out. It is getting rediculous. .f Eclipse
Pendulous in darkness
Stagnant in twilight.
Alone amid the stars.
Is anyone out there?
Does anyone feel me?
Am I alone?
yourgirljoy 2021 The small print
I am straight. Thanks for the attention guys, but no thanks. Not even if you are pretending to be a woman.
I have the capacity to be a sadist but this does not mean I want your nipples for my tea. Seriously, I would never hurt anyone who did not want it.
I don't have time for negative Nelly. I am a positive person and I am looking to spread fun and enjoyment.
I am human. You are human. We both get hurt of we allow it so let's try not to hurt. Let's not lie.
I hate ALL prescritive people who have preconceptions ...and lists!
I'm addIng this more so I remember it than anything else.
I'm not used to being afraid.
Death was never really a deterrent... He'll between the ages of 18 and 25 I was actively trying to get myself killed. I've walked through Cabrini Green at midnight, stood and taunted a guy shooting at me because he was to drunk to be acurate. I was on a first name basis with the cops in three counties by the time I was 21. Just adding that for context.
After my fall I was chained to a hospital bed for months. The old age home I went to just exuded a miasma of death. I had nothing to do but watch TV. I didn't even own a TV at the time. The worst part was not being able to use the bathroom.
Now I get panic attacks thinking about it. I'm not worried about being killed but I'm terrified of being a quadriplegic. I can't read books or watch TV that includes guys in that condition. Being trapped in jail seems to get to me as well. Just being unable to move around or take a shower when I need it.
I am not used to this. September 2025 Update
Well, what to update on? I've had precious little innteresting contact on this site for a while. I did have some medical issues toward the end of last year from which I am now recovering. I was in a relationship where the partner in question appears to have ghosted me. I guess that makes me single once again? I havent heard from him in over 6 months after all. To me, I'm single even if neither of us spoke the words 'we're broken up'.
I've maintained my chastity now since March 2020. I don't think i could live without it. I too, still regularly practice submissive poses, exercises, and enjoy self bondage sessions in lieu of a dominant.
My transition has been a drawn out process due to my illness earlier this year. I do take hormone treatments, and keep myself with long hair, and shaved below the top of my head. I dress as femme all day every day. I love as a woman every day. However, bottom surgery has not yet been approved for me. The psychiatrist I had lined up to provide my second medical declartion rejected it back in January, meaning I've been fighting both an illness and the NHS since then to get the documents and reports I need for my GRC. If you know what that means, you'll know the frustration. If you don't let me simplify it. I've been living as a woman now for nearly four years, but I can't have that legally recognised just yet because of paperwork.
If you want someone who is submissive and loyal, I am that. However, be warned that though I intend to undergo bottom surgery, that is still a little while away for me. == Results from bdsmtest.org ==
98% Submissive
94% Voyeur
86% Exhibitionist
83% Slave
79% Non-monogamist
77% Brat
74% Experimentalist
72% Masochist
72% Rope bunny
66% Degradee
37% Vanilla
34% Primal (Prey)
19% Switch
15% Pet
0% Daddy/Mommy
0% Rigger
0% Ageplayer
0% Brat tamer
0% Degrader
0% Dominant
0% Boy/Girl
0% Master/Mistress
0% Owner
0% Primal (Hunter)
0% Sadist As annoying as it is to have to edit my profile every year if I want to show an accurate age, I think I can see why this website isn't set up to accept birthdates: privacy. Some people don't want to share their birthdate - or even a close approximate - with every single personals site they're on.
Okay. Fine.
Perhaps have users input the age once, and having the site +1 the age each year after the original sign-on date?
Or have users put in their birth year, have the site calculate the age and, again, have the site increase the age by 1, once a year, at the anniversary of the original account creation?
Ages stay mostly accurate, and folks don't have to have their profiles taken down just for a small yearly adjustment. What has the new year brought you?
Sprinkled in with the despair (if you're paying attention) has there also been joy?
I think I just may want something female led.
I may be tired of men being in charge, when often times, women are so much more capable.
I know, that rubs lots of you the wrong way, to say the least.
But, you want want what you want.
And, you want us to know what we want.
Maybe I do. Well Used...
This week has been a combination of failure and success.
Not much to do when on your cycle, but did still plug a couple of days during that. Open to possible options in how to be of showing submission during that time. Of course bj's are in the table. Sometimes, however, that's not desired by my owner.
On the upside, there was being fucked senseless while plugged. And the last 24 hours has been very good. One round if being eaten out and fingered. Three rounds of being woken up for sex. He seems pleased that I always seem ready to go even being woken up in the middle of the night.
On to week three!
just noticed they finally brought journals back, so I thought I would take advantage...
What is your purpose of being online? Mine is simple, to get to know others in the lifestyle, to see if any can not only meet my expectations of as ub slave but also understand how they can fit in my busy life.
If I need to invest MY time into fulfilling your online fantasies, then I am simply not getting anything of value out of speaking with you. it is one thing to discuss limits and interests, to gauge compatibility, it is another to feed your fantasy with no return for my pleasure... at least that is not for me.
Still think you're here for the same reasons as myself? Great, but here's the thing, would you walk into a job interview unprepared? Similarly, why approach a Domme if you are not prepared... mentally or physically.
I don't expect much from those who message me, atleast not in the beginning, but I do expect you to know why you are here, that you are prepared to speak, with the hopes of serving, and that you are honest and forthcoming, not just with Me, but with yourself.
So, why are you here? We had non BDSM people over for the weekend. I got to babysit the cutest six year old girl ever! We started making four types of finger sandwiches at around 11 AM and then dipped strawberries in chocolate. Next were the cookies and the scones. At 2:30 she offically invited her mother and Goddess Tabitha to join us for high tea. We sat in a circle, three adults with one child and one Barbie doll drinking tea and eating all of the goodies. BEST non sex or non BDSM weekend EVER!
Life is amazing if you just take the time to enjoy it
School for the Bi-curious
For those boys who need just a little ‘push’
BC101 Introduction to Bisexuality
Course Overview
Course involves 5 classroom experiences, each dedicated to providing students with the training necessary to reach new levels of self-awareness. Each class is conducted by a lead femdom instructor and an assist femdom instructor. Instructors will be fully clothed unless decided otherwise. Below is an outline of each session along with learning goals and student assignments.
Before the start of class
Students accepted into the program will be assigned a partner - a BC Buddy - deemed to be a good match based on a variety of factors including age, station in life, education, and personality. Students will be designated as either ‘heads’ or ‘tails’ to facilitate ive decisions involving student interactions. Two weeks prior to the start of class students will meet with their assigned instructor one-on-one to go over the syllabus and discuss expectations. In addition, students will be fitted for a chastity device to enable a two-week adjustment period prior to the beginning of class. Finally, students admitted to the program will be required to take an HIV test prior to the start of class.
Overview of Classes
For each class, students will be given very explicit instructions in order to relieve participants the burden of decision-making. Prior to the beginning of class students will agree that all instructions will be followed without question and that the only talking allowed will be when directed by the lead instructor. Instructors will rotate each session between lead and assistant instructor roles.
I. Class One/Two
A. Section A – Curriculum and Student Responsibilities
Section A begins with students kneeling facing the lead instructor. The lead instructor will go over the syllabus so that students will understand their responsibilities. Below is a possible EXAMPLE text the lead instructor might use:
“Both of you are here because we all know this is where you belong. It’s time for each of you to take the next step and as your instructors we will make sure you both graduate this program. Now on to the curriculum.
Today one of you will learn, through a guided approach, the oral technique outlined in your syllabus. Next week the roles will be reversed and the process repeated. Of course, a man is not fully bisexual until he has experienced having another man’s cock in his ass. Classes three and four will follow a similar format with each student experiencing anal penetration from another man. Our fifth and final session will be the graduation ceremony where students will be guided through a demonstration of your newly learned skills. The graduation ceremony culminates in what we refer to here as ‘popping the bubbly’. Each student will be required to swallow a load of their partner’s cum. There may be other instructor interns present at the graduation as deemed appropriate.
Students will be graded on their enthusiasm and mid-term grades will be provided by the end of session 2. The student with the highest grade will be rewarded by being allowed to decided who will be the bottom for session number 3.
Disciplinary recommendations are spread throughout the curriculum. The assistant instructor for the day will be responsible for determining student disciplinary actions which will be carried out by the students themselves. This is a recommendation only. The institute believes students should hold each other accountable. In addition, such activity helps students further understand their own role better. Finally, most of our instructors enjoy watching and learning more about the disciplinary process. NOTE: Since students are graded on enthusiasm, disciplinary actions are expected to be as harsh as ordered by the instructors.
B. Section B – Disrobing and Genital Familiarity
Section B begins with students standing face-to-face in front of the seated lead instructor. The instructor will toss a coin to determine which student will have their clothing removed by their partner first. Upon selection instructor will guide each student in removing the clothing of their BC Buddy making sure that the individual who’s clothing is being removed does not assist.
Once complete, fully disrobed students will be required to kneel side-by-side facing the lead Instructor and begin masturbating slowly as directed in order to begin the arousal process. This will be referred to throughout the semester as the ‘ready’ position. Students will be required to maintain arousal throughout each session.
Next students will be required to shave each other’s genitals as directed by their instructor. A coin will be tossed, and one student will prepare a bowl of warm water while the other retrieves several beach towels to be laid on the floor in front of the instructor. The instructor will then guide each student through the process which will include lathering up the entire region, massaging the cock throughout, and holding on to the cock so all areas can be shaved. Once complete students will be required to assume the ‘ready’ position.
This activity serves a dual purpose. First, students will become familiar with the genital region of their BC Buddy through a slow, directed process. In addition, shaved genitals greatly enhance sensitivity further supporting advancement through the process.
Upon completion the assistant instructor will examine the shaved genitalia. Any evidence of unshaved sections will require discipline. RECOMMENDATION: 5 cane strokes delivered while bent over a chair in the middle of the room. Assistant instructor will count off strokes while the student receiving the strokes will say thank you after each stroke. The lead instructor will instructor the student to deliver the strokes with increasing severity whereby the fifth and final stroke is very harsh. Students will be reminded constantly that they are being graded on their enthusiasm.
B. Section B - Beginning Oral Techniques
As students kneel before their instructor in the ready position, a coin will be tossed to determine which student will be the first to learn a basic oral technique designed by institute instructors and sanctioned as the fundamental oral method of the institute. Once designated the student will remain kneeling and the subject will stand facing the student.
The student will be required to take the subject cock into to his hand and hold it against his tummy while being guided by then instructor to lick the shaft up and down. This will continue until the instructor expands the service area to include the balls. Student will continue the slow and purposeful licking of the shaft and balls of the subject in a slow and deliberate manner being constantly encouraged by the lead instructor. The instructor will then direct the student to guide the head of the cock into the students mouth, very briefly, for the first time. Offering supporting comments like, “doesn’t it feel good to finally have a cock in your mouth?” or “don’t be shy. These activities are designed to take you where you want and need to go.”. Of course, the student is reminded that he will be graded on his enthusiasm and attitude.
Instructor will hand the student a pacifier and instructing him to suck on the pacifier like he was a little baby. He will be told th pet store (1/3)
you lead me into the pet store quietly, just smiling to yourself when i shiver from the cool air on my already wet pussy. you hold my hand as we walk through the store, but move to stand behind me when we get to the collars and leashes. you place your hands possessively on my hips and pull me back against you, enjoying the view down my top as my breathing speeds up. "it's time, baby," you whisper into my ear. "what kind of collar do you want?"
i hadn't thought about helping you choose my collar. i had half expected to wake up one morning to find it around my throat, if i was being honest, and i was overwhelmed by the choices.
i shake my head, and you feel the moment my trembling shifts from arousal to panic. you pull me closer and kiss the side of my throat. "you're not choosing," you remind me. "you're helping me, but this is not up to you." your voice is sterner now and i sink into it, letting you steady me. "clear?"
"yes sir."
you kiss me on the throat again, in a spot i know will soon be covered up by your collar, and i moan softly.
"good girl," you murmur before letting me go.
i watch you walk up the aisle before moving to the collection of leather collars. i lose track of you while i look through the rows of collars, touching the cool leather, feeling how supple or stiff they are, shaking them to see how much noise they make and how heavy they are.
i turn back to you as you walk back down the aisle toward me. you pick up one of the training collars, a metal one with spikes on the inside, and hold it up, jangling it to make sure you have my attention. my breathing speeds up again and you laugh a little when i squeeze my thighs together and reach out to the wall of collars to steady myself, but you put it back on its shelf. "maybe next time," you tell me, and finish walking back to me.
you reach out to touch the collar i was looking at with one hand, and the other slips under my skirt, trailing up and down the slickness coating my inner thighs. you trace those wet fingers over my lips and i greedily suck them into my mouth, moaning a little at the taste of us. you start to pull your hand away but i hold onto it, making sure i haven't missed anything and rocking my hips in time to my sucking.
you laugh at my whine when you finally remove your fingers from my mouth. "such a desperate little thing you are, babe." you move to stand behind me, trapping me between your body and the wall of collars. "this one?" i don't know how your voice is completely steady, considering you have one hand under my skirt again and i can feel you getting hard.
when you first brush against my pussy lips, i look around, making sure we're alone. "eyes ahead," you tell me, your fingers stroking up and down my wet cunt. "tell me why this one."
"it's pretty. i like--" i stop, ging when your fingers find my clit. a light pinch from you brings me back. "i like that it looks delicate, light pink with little gold hearts." i'm trying to grind against your fingers now, but you keep them far enough away that i can't get any relief.
"and?"
i can't help the whine that escapes me when you slip two fingers inside me. i rock against your fingers as i continue. "i like the matching bracelet. i can wear that whenever i can't wear the actual collar. so i'm always collared. always yours." i barely squeeze it out before you're pulling your hand out from under my skirt and i whine louder.
you step back and watch me as you bring your fingers to your mouth. i'm still braced against the wall, eyes closed, hips rocking against nothing. there's a trail of pussy juice dripping down my legs and i can't hold back all the little moans and whimpers. "look at you, my pathetic, wanton slut. we haven't even looked at leashes yet." we meet for the first time in 7 days
I hope this is the last time I meet a new Master and my search is over.
So over being letdown for whatever reason.
I'll always feel like we could've been great together and even though I understand why you ended it,it still hurts and my head is making sure I move forward.but my heart ..well it's still hurting and you will always hold a special place in it.
But I'm so looking forward to this next chapter in my life and do far,it's been great..I've only fucked up once ..maybe twice.
I'm not a perfect slave,I have serious hangups n they do surface sometimes and they do impact on the way I perform set tasks,but when I fail I own up and take responsibility
That said,I think some slack should be applied in a new relationship or agreement,I see massive differences between the Masters ive played with and been collared by and it's so much fun learning and experiencing these differences.
I am eager to learn and experience all you bring to this relationship if you do decide to collar me,but if you do or don't,it has been a fun journey anyway.i sincerely hope your my forever Master,it's tiring trying to find a match,don't get me wrong it's fun chatting n getting to know people,but I know what I want and I'm over wasting my time .
Hello everyone, I'm a 33-year-old male submissive who has recently moved to Warsaw. With a rich experience in the BDSM lifestyle, I am now seeking a Dom/Domme couple to serve in a 24/7 capacity. I am versatile with no taboos and have a particular passion for practices such as moral degradation, depersonalization, ballbusting, scat play, and public humiliation. I am looking for a couple who can embrace and utilize my fetishes and help me explore new depths of submission. I am blonde, mentally stable, and free from any dependencies. Having been married in the past, I now seek a new chapter where I can fully immerse myself in the lifestyle I love. If you are a couple seeking a dedicated and experienced slave, I would love to hear from you. Let's connect and see where this journey can take us. Hey I really haven’t done anything with anyone but I really want to do something!
We can call or chat i’m up to anything
I’m sub but i think i could dom here and there so I’m a switch but sub leaning?
I’m from the Middle East 5”10 i have a dad bod some say that i have a nice voice but I will that for you to decide
I can show my face but only separately from my nudes if you ask for them obviously
I would love to see pictures from your side after we get comfortable with each other
About kink stuff i say lets talk about that on the DM’s
(say [potato] in your message so i know you read this and probably not a scammer please)
Just know that sissy play and CEI isn’t my thing sorry
Thanks for reading till the end What being a sub means for me
Being submissive to someone allows me to put my at ease knowing that no real pain will happen under My Dominate's protection. I know what is done is for my own benefit or theirs but not just theirs. It allows me to turn off the part if my brain always questioning or assuming something bad is about to happen. Being shown I belong to that person comforts me!
I wish to find one who will help me be better! Not just for their pleasure but also in my life! Someone who will communicate their needs and consider all mine. Someone who is willing to balance not just take. Someone who has my best interest and my heart at the forefront of their mind. They guide, they support, they encourage me to be my best self!
Although I struggle with it I am taking steps to better my life and work towards my goals both at work and home, I'm learning about how to be a better active listener currently and hoping to try to be more active and eat healthier. Not hearing from him is absolute agony. I don't understand not talking to your partner for this long. Even if mad at them. I get I screwed up, but I would and do miss my partners after just a day or two of not speaking. His resolve is way stronger than mine though. The not knowing is just gutting me. And no I'm not going to elaborate on this to anyone else I haven't already explained it to. I'm tired of explaining it repeatedly and people not understanding or respecting what I'm saying or talking trash about him, trying to convince me to walk away so they can have a chance at me even after me saying that won't happen.
i just want to talk things over and make things right again. 2 days until we meet.
and im nervous,excited,scared and kinda freaking out a lil bit.
by the end of our time together i could be collared or not.
this is it..a big step forward.
i know it will bring postive changes to my life and the discussion we just had was positive and touched my heart a lil bit.
soo nervous though. I see the people on this site really havent changed much. Guys, "service" sub is not sexual in nature. As far as what I truly seek? Don't start off by talking strictly about kinks and sex. For a Female Led relationship to establish, the first and most important thing is getting to know each other. I have a vanilla world that any life sub would need to be part of.
Some of the users on this site are weird. If I am super nice and meek, I am apparently a pick me up b i t c h. If I state what I also want from a relationship, while still being polite and friendly, apparently I am a cold b i t c h. Oh, and last but not least, my favorite. Apparently if I reject someone, still in a polite manner, because he was not looking for what I am looking, he wanted casual sex and I wanted a stable long term relationship. and he knew this, because I assume he read my profile, but still proposed me casual sex, then I am a super bitch, that, in his own words, chases away admirers with a stick, innit?
Make you mind, people! What is an ideal girl for you? A girl that is rude, but then accepts whatever you propose, without any regard for her own wants and needs? Greetings. I am searching for a sub or a slave that knows his place and will serve me in multiple ways. Would certainly enjoy if he/she could serve my feet, rub and massage them, lick them, be trampled under my feet, used as a footstool for a long period or time. Am also into facesitting and a lot of other naughty things. I am from Europe, Czech Republic. Not into online relationship, so before you write me, consider if you can really come for a visit, because I am blocking and ignoring everyone who will waste my time with promises. May 16, 2023 - Sextoy69 got a HARD throat fucking today !It's been awhile since he has stopped by. And last time he came by it was unannounced and I was in my bathroom. He said it was hot that all I had on was the bathrobe.So this time, knowing he was going to arrive, I dressed all in leather. A leather jockstrap, a leather harness, a leather vest, a leather Sir cap.I told him to come on in when he gets here but instead I surprised him by meeting him in the garage dressed like I've described.His face lit up as soon as he walked into the garage and could see me. I told him, "I thought I would dress up a bit today for you."He said, that looks great.We headed upstairs and he started to lay down on the bed on his back. Normally I just climb on top of him and start throat fucking him right away. This time I had other ideas.I told him to get on all fours with his head down on the mattress and his ass in the air. I lubed up a finger and started playing with the outside of his ass. His dick started to get hard so I reached between his legs and started playing with it. Eventually I slipped my finger in his ass and found his prostate gland and started pushing on it. I felt his cock bounce in my other hand.I continued playing with his ass with one finger until I felt him starting to loosen up. Eventually I put a second finger in with a bit of extra lube. I stopped playing with his cock and concentrated on his ass for a while. I rotated my two fingers around stretching his hole open. His chest collapsed even more onto the bed as he pushed his ass higher into the air.I reached between his legs again and started playing with his hard cock. There was pre-cum dripping out. I pulled my fingers out of his ass, and collected some of the pre-cum on those fingers and shoved my fingers and his pre come back into his ass.As I played with his cock his ass tightened around my fingers. This only made it even more fun to spend my fingers around and listen to him moan. Occasionally after playing with his cock for a while my fingers were sticky with his precum so I started playing with my own cock using his pre-cum. I knew eventually he'd be sucking my dick which would mean he would be sucking his own pre-cum off my cock.Although we've been playing for a while I've only fucked him once before. And he didn't really like the experience, although he loves sucking and choking on my cock. As I was playing with his ass, and playing with my own cock using his precum, I wanted to fuck him so bad. But, we hadn't discussed it so I kind of put it out of my mind and just kept playing.I eventually got a third finger into his tight ass using even more lube. Then I reached back behind me to the table and got a large rubber dildo. It's narrower at the tip and grows wider as more and more gets pushed in. With very little effort, it started to slide in his ass. I pulled it out and shoved it back in, fucking him with it. Fucking him with it the way I wanted my cock to fuck him.I pushed a little deeper, and then pulled it all the way out again. Added a little lube and pushed it in to the same depth again. Still playing with my own cock, I would occasionally play with his cock to get more precum on my hand to lubricate my cock. He was pushing his ass higher and higher into the air, but at the same time spreading his legs so I could continue to play with this cock.The toy was now pushed in his ass far enough that it was equivalent to the three fingers I had in him just moments ago. So I pushed a little further, a little harder, and more of the toy slipped up his ass. His hole was now quite stretched. He was making wonderful grunting noises as I fucked him with it.
View the rest of tHe story at http://www.SirKel.topSo the "interests" has a "diversions" list...it includes "cults" and I'm almost certain this means consuming media (books/documentaries) about cults because it also has "true crume" but it also has "cybering" which I think means participating in the actiivity not reading/watching stuff about it...so to clarify, I watch documentaries and read books about cults...I don't want to start or join a cult...I want to be a bossy pervert with just one or two people, not a whole compound full, that sounds like too much work. 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)
Love degrading, deeply separatingMy distances of dark pride. DaringThis daggered being to a death ofIdentity. Damn me. May the dawnDraw dyed lines of words upon myDunes. May You, God of my dragons,Declare me as Your dirty darling.Where decadence decades theseDaymares of independenceWhere You define my worth, for thisDance of ours deepens our freedomDay and night, dusk into dust. DivineDreams. - We finally begin to exist.
dirtydarling What is wrong with people?
So once again I find myself here, trying to fathom out what has happened. A certain someone from here has decided that after a protracted conversation my being polite and making sensible concessions is my being not what they seek.
Honestly. This is who I am, manners cost nothing yet form the basis of my being. I use them in everyday life and conversation and they have served me well. Yet here once again I am faced with them being seen as negative.
Where are the people on here who want to be treated like real human beings, with respect, honour, and morality?
If my being me and using manners is going to offend then step away. If my asking questions is not for you then don't approach. If I want to build trust and you don't then look elsewhere.
Rant over! Inspired by a recent chat witha sub about my preference in heels.
Beneath the moon's soft glow, a quiet room,
He stands, a portrait of submissive need,
His gaze transfixed, entranced in passion's bloom,
As seamed silk wraps my limbs in lustful deed.
Garters, a promise binding us as one,
Each clasp a testament to bound desire,
In lace and silk, the dance has just begun,
A symphony of pleasure fuels the fire.
Black stilettos, a symbol of command,
I rise, empowered by his watchful eyes,
In every step, dominion gently planned,
A tale of love, where satisfaction lies.
He yields to me, this intricate ballet,
In stockings' embrace, our passion holds sway. DRAMA FREE ZONE! About Me BDSM ROCKS Music: Rock- classic/hard/metal, country, rockabilly, blues and jazz etc. Movies: I like movies that make me laugh or keep me on edge. TV: Game of Thrones. Dexter. The Vikings. I HATE reality shows. Handmaids Tale. Keeping up Appearances. MOM. The Goldbergs. Call the Midwife. Vikings Valhalla. Sports: OHIO STATE! Interests: Harleys, Music, Bands, Spring/Fall and Winter, I dislike summer. Hate to sweat (menopause is a bitch), Budweiser Beer, Mountains, History, Earth, Space, Camping, auctions, flea markets, technology, coasters and tattoos. BDSM and Poly Dreams: I dream of a relaxed, exciting, smart, silly, not too shy, not toooo friendly, honest, affectionate, reality-based, eager to learn, eager to teach, kinda cute, kinda funny but not funny looking explorer to share days, nights, weekends, adventures, conversations, dinners, breakfasts, kisses, good food and dreams of things to come. Bad boys with tattoos! Dominates! Best Features: My brain and the person I am. I have a killer personality. About Me: "Some guys don't like girls like me, Awwww but some guys do". I am a God-fearing woman. I am eclectic, eccentric, and scatter-brained with a touch of ADHD. I love to ride. Though I do not personally own a bike, I ride every chance I get with friends. I think the government hides more from us than we can imagine. I drink and sometimes am tooo honest and say things I should not. I was raised an only girl with 3 brothers, I am the oldest but to them, I am always gonna be " Baby Sis". I can be a best friend or partner in crime. I'll help you move. Hell, I'll even help you move a body. I expect help when I move though. I keep my circle of friends small but close. My friends don't all know each other but all have the same mindset. I'd like to one day be traveling in one of those RV's. Or live in a castle complete with a dungeon. Where to find me: Where can I find You? Things that SUCK: Perverts, rapists, child molesters, Sharia Law, terrorists, Full page comments, Chain letter comments, Auto-play - Nuff said, 20 year old girls from Malaysia contacting 47 year old guys from USA., Happy clowns, spiders, racist scum, Political correctness, Being alone, Men who don't love me, Mushrooms (unless they are trippy) and onions, Heavy Rap, Hoppy Beers, Junkies, Narrow minded assholes, Dishonesty, Seeds, Having the wrong lottery numbers, Rent payments, Car payments, Wars over Bullshit, Summer, Celibacy, Traffic, CEO's, LEO's , Getting old, Laundry, Serial killers, Random killers, Killers, Taxes, Reality shows, Politics, Rush Limbaugh, Bill O'Rieley, Extremists of all sorts, high shipping prices, stalkers. Jail. More things that suck: Summer, Stems, Mean drunks, Parking tickets, Viruses on porn sites, losing at anything, The heroin dealing assholes of everywhere!, Jaeger bombs, Nazis, Not getting flirty tags, 9/11/2001, Lost loved ones, Katrina, Calling a spade a club, Packing and moving, animal abusers, Thinking everything sucks Things that rock: Friends and family who love me, Blue purple, green and black, Free tv and movies, Fine agriculture, Being in the mountains, Chinese food, Being cool, My woman cave, Me, My friends, Being in love, Sex, Life, My Family, Rock & roll, Humor, Good vodka and pineapple rum, Little Beers, winning a game, Smiling people, Tattoos, All of my friends which are far and in between due to people being jackasses. Finding my REAL dominant to train me properly. I'm noticing a pattern here. We've been talking with girls and no one seems to want anything real, are you scared?
We don't do the online thing. If thats your cup of tea cool, kudos to you but that's not going to satisfy us, why would it??
We like real time interacting, physically dominating, ACTUAL ownership. Some of these girls try to manipulate the conversation into getting their way, others just disappear mid conversation.
I dont know whats become of this lifestyle as of late but we would really appreciate more messages from real people and less from these time wasting fantasy role players. My wound is very close to being healed finally.
It is ..2 cm less than 1/8 of an inch open.
Bought a new hoyer pad so I can be out of bed more
Have another one coming today to it's always good to have more than 1 Realy excited about Victorian lifestyle / Era as in this lifestyle, we are were expected to adhere to strict standards of propriety and modesty. We are expected to be submissive to our husbands and fathers, and to prioritize their domestic duties over any other pursuits.
Women were not seen as equal to men.
In a Victorian marriage, a wife was expected to be obedient to her husband and to support him in all of his endeavors.
She was also expected to manage the household, including caring for the children and running the household finances. A wife was expected to be loyal to her husband, and to maintain a façade of respectability and propriety in all interactions with others.
In the Victorian era, a wife was expected to have a number of duties and responsibilities.
These included managing the household, caring for the children, and supporting her husband in his endeavors. One of a wife's primary duties was to manage the household. This included overseeing the cooking, cleaning, and other domestic tasks.
A wife was also expected to manage the household finances, which involved paying the bills and keeping track of the family budget. In addition to managing the household, a wife was also responsible for caring for the children. This included feeding, bathing, and dressing the children, as well as supervising their education and moral upbringing.
Finally, a wife was expected to support her husband in his endeavors. This could include attending social events with him, providing emotional support, and helping him with his work if necessary. Overall, a wife in the Victorian era was expected to fulfill a range of duties and responsibilities in order to support her husband and maintain a happy and well-run household. Read a profile tonight. The dumbnant said that he is looking for someone he can tell "what a piece of shit she is even in front of others even her family".What ever happened to "don't scare the nillas"?Vanilla people didn't consent to be a part of your dynamic. Even other kinksters didn't consent.Who are you to do what we do in front of non-consenting people, especially if it can have consequences for your partner outside of bdsm circles?That just screams to me of someone who is an abuser, not a dom.Prove me wrong.
For some reason, won't let me spell d-u-m-b-i-n-a-n-t right ..
ABOUT ME:
I am a “Service Oriented” slave. I was born with a slave’s heart and nothing gives me greater pleasure than to Serve. As a slave, I know that BDSM is not about me, but how I may serve you and make your life easier for you. I possess honestly, integrity and ethics and I expect the same from the Dominate as well. I see my future where I will live in a rigid, powerful Female-Led Relationship where the Mistress will make and enforce the Rules of our relationship.
What I Have to Offer:
*I will accept your will and decisions without hesitation or ion. I WILL OBEY!
*I will devote myself to fully pleasing you including doing all of the housework, laundry, shopping, etc. to remove any unwanted tasks from your life (Service Oriented Slave)
*I will accept all forms of discipline and punishment when required to insure I remain focused on obeying your Rules, Commands and Instructions. Obviously, you may also punish me whenever you feel like doing so just for your amusement
Our Relationship:
* You will determine my schedule and how I spend my time in an effort to add quality to your life
*You will decide what I wear and when I wear it to humiliate and control me
* You will benefit from my unique wisdom and areas of expertise as developed over the years. However, the final decision in any matter is yours alone
*Our relationship will be dedicated to a lifestyle, not a form of role-playing (Female Supremacy to male subservience)
*Our relationship will be based on Trust and Compatibility. Such an arrangement like this is not something you just jump into without developing trust with each other
*In its purest form, our relationship will be all about You. Ugh health issues suck... new meds... lots of labs... doctor visits... yuck!
My most recent labs came back "remarkable" per my cardiologist, so I assume that's a good thing?
Next is to get the diabetes under control... okay that's great but my insurance wants to put a hold on the meds they want me to take (wtf?!?!?) has anyone heard of this happening before? I'm like "hey what if it was critical that I start that right away?" But I guess it doesn't matter to them 🙄
so... that's my struggles lol what's new in your world?
i know alot of trans girls/women want the attenion of " straight-men/guys
i dont.
why i had to go thur alot to get where i am and the thought dealing with people who would throw me to the woulves if their hetro card into question cuz of their chioce box themselves in i dont need or want that drama and i have no needs for secrets.
while i will seen with just about anyone but for my own preference is for
trans.
cds.
sissies.
fembois.
so for for the record NO HETROS Update I am searching for someone who wants to control and humiliate me into becomeing a permanent woman
I need someone who wants to do this to me and enjoys seeing me submit and do as you make me do
I am hoping for a permanent relationship with no way out ever
debbie 🧑⚕️ You know you might be coming down with something, and I'm afraid some tests and a thorough examination might be in order. 🧐
Now I have to make sure I'm protected as well 😷, so I'll need to perform some hands on testing 🧑🔬 with tight fitting latex gloves on. Snap snap, all prepped and ready. I'm sure you won't mind. And I will have to lube them up as well to get into some spots on and in your body.
Now why do you undress for me behind the curtain, leave your bra and panties on for now, and go ahead and put this gown on.🧖♀️
Good. Ok, so sit down on the examination table. I'm going to take your temperature, open your mouth. 🤒 And give me your left arm so I can get this blood pressure cuff on you around your bicep. Pump, pump, pump, and listening to your pulse. 120 over 80. That's ok, normal. Oh, your temperature should be ready. Ah yes, 99.3. You are running a little hot. Are you a nervous?
I want to check your reflexes now. You'll feel a tap here on your knee. 🦵 And the same with your right. That's good.
So go ahead and remove your bra from under your gown. That's it. And now your panties. Oh, you're not wearing any. I see. Let me make a note of that in your chart. ✍
Well let's have you lay on your back, and get comfortable. Yes, that's it, good girl.
You're going to have trouble seeing things for a minute while I turn this bright light on. It's so I can get a really good look at you. 🧐 The exam table underneath you might be a little cold at first. You'll just have to deal with it.
Comfy, great, now let's make sure you're centered on the table. That's it, get your wrists between the arm binders at your sides and the leather wrist cuffs near your hips. Good, ok everything looks symmetrical. And let's get your legs apart between the leather ankle cuffs down here at this end of the table.
Those are for the unruly patients. Are you going to be a good girl? Tell me. I'm not going to have to use those restraints on you, or am I? 🤔 I'll give you a little hint too.
I get a LOT of contacts here. Many are polite and interested in me, at least until they realize I'm not gonna show them my junk on cam within the first 24 hours after they say they are a real true Dom! LOL
So often the proof is in the engagement, the talking, the conversations, the eventual move off of this platform to one where we can take the next steps.
I should not be expected to carry that load myself. Matter of fact, I expect the Dominant to take the lead here after all they contacted me. If I say yes, I'd like to get to know you, I expect conversation, asking questions, sharing FetLife profiles, etc. etc. etc. whatever it takes to see and feel if there is a common and mutual spark worth pursuing.
I of course have many of my own questions and comments and I will most certainly share those.
I WANT to find my man/Dominant/Master! So this should be a labor of love for both of us.
I look forward to hearing from you! Yet another message from an illiterate sub wanting to submit to me as their Mistress...
FFS!! Really?
Okay okay, as your Mistress i demand as your first task that you write to me detailing the exact parts of my profile that makes you believe I'm the slightest bit Dominant, each part must be written by hand 1000 times and sent as a picture and once sent you must not send any further messages until I reply otherwise you are banished forever..
Get to it slave.
Mush. A few things I've noticed lately
ive noticed a lot of men looking at my profile lately that identify as heterosexual. And that's okay. I love you. But I'm confused. Doesn't that mean your naturally draw to or looking for a woman? I understand I am attractive, but my profile clearly says I am trans. So why not just call yourself bi or poly?
next when I venture into one's profile to get to know one better I notice choices. And if trans is at the bottom of the list, especially below male then I feel I would be your last choice.
reading some of the profiles some are clearly bi. You may be a top, but if you enjoy a trans you are by no matter how feminine we are I think one of the hardest parts for people who are interested in me as a domme who are strictly online or faraway is that I am very extroverted
I check messages and forget to reply . I do a lot in my vanilla life and I'm moderately popular. I just went to 2 birthday parties, I have another next week. I go to bbqs, camping, raves, hiking, etc.
And I'm also very involved in my local community.
Speaking of hiking I had such a nice conversation with a pup about work out routines and how I enjoy a lot of scenery where I am and would love to one day take him on a walk 💗 very sweet.
But all of that to say: as much as I get hundreds of messages and would love to get to everyone, I am very picky with where I put my time as a Goddess. As well as aware of how many people want my attention. That is just the nature of the lifestyle
But I hope you all keep your faith. Perhaps get in your knees and pray your Goddess will rescue you from your day to day life.
At Their feet…
…a place to kneel in devotion
…a place to listen attentively
…a place to adore Their mind
…a place to worship Their body
…a place to understand a lesson
…a place to feel home
…a place for so much more
Updates again, no longer outside of Bishop Auckland now nearer to Hartlepool and Peterlee.
No longer a couples profile, wife passed away so it's just me. Anyone who remembers meeting us from Reading, Durham etc please feel free to say hi.
Looking for play things, ideally the 1950's household where the wife/lady of the house stays home and takes care of the housegold chores. Man is king of his domain.
Also now looking for tv/cd/subs again, been time away for life but now actively looking. So this one time at cheer camp all of the girls were stark naked in the locker room. As all the girls of different shapes and sizes all changing in the same room, my mind just wonders on how to please them
So without thinking things through I was like what's your fantasy to all the bare ladies in the room. I wanted to know each of their fantasies and I wanted to see each one come true. All the ladies I asked answered their own little dirty secret and for me it's planning time now
I need to make a list of what to bring besides the obvious strap on,and figure out how to get them there without anyone noticing and hope the ladies don't mind performing in front of one another, which obviously is not an issue, these girls trust and love each other we are all on the same team and we all do lifts. The flyers will have the best time of all but these ladies perform all the time with each other why not naked?
As for presenting herself for a full inspection or examination there are a couple of ways this can be done.
She has undergone inspections in the past as most Doms like to fully inspect her at the beginning of their ownership.Her present Dom carried out a full examination of her not so long ago.Normally I clear the sitting room table.I have a duvet which fits the table perfectly and a pillow making it comfortable for her to lay on for a long period.I dont know how long you take to conduct such an inspection but I know by experience they can take over an hour to completeShe is then placed on the table with her arms secured above her head. A chain attached from the top table legs to the cuffs on her wrists keep her secure.The same for her legs although I normally use a leg spreader for her feet so she is then firmly secured in a spread eagle position.A small cable around her knees attached to the lower table legs assure her legs are kept wide apart throughout the inspection.This allows full access to her open vagina.Inspections or examinations can be very erotic for the inspector although can be humiliating for her.It is certainly humiliating for me, the husband having his wife inspected in such a manor. Sometimes the husband is allowed to stay and assist other times the husband is sent out of the room so the examination can be carried out in private..Please let me know your preference.Normally the head is examined first, the hair ears and mouth. Her last examiner inserted three fingers in her mouth and made her suck on them for a few minutes to test the power of her suck.Then of course the neck and arms and underarms which is free from hair as it is removed regularly.Moving on down to her breasts and nipples. no piercings or tattoos, her stomach which you will find is flat. then her quite long slim legs and thighs and of course her vagina which is very attractive as well as being soft and smooth. On inserting you fingers you will find her vagina is very tight despite being well used and she becomes very wet very easily. Masturbating her with your fingers for just a few minutes will get her extremely wet.There is a speculum available if you want to look deep inside her.She can be untied and on her knees for an anal inspection.She can of course be inspected in the standing up position if preferred.Again please let me know your preference. Just want to make a few things clear about n my profile:
S eeking only a heterosexual, monogamously-minded male.
Mild feminization is a great tool to humiliate a male sub. But I am seeking a male, not a man seeking to be a girl or woman. (Nothing wrong with that, just not for me.) You also don't have to be a "manly man" for me to find you appealing. 😉
If you require a lot of online messaging before you feel safe talking by phone, I don't want to waste your time or mine because I would rather hear the inflections in your voice than see your words on a flat screen. Be both should be cautious because there are scammers on both sides. But I want to voice verify that you are not a minor or in another country before we discuss details of out proclivities.
I am absolutely NOT interested in a man who is married or in a serious relationship, no matter what your situation. Please close your doors before knocking on mine .
Time is precious. Let's NOT waste even a second of it if there isn't a chance from the get go because we aren't a match. I will chat with anyone, from anywhere. Relationship oriented, or just general chat about.. anything.I am open to, and possibly able to relocate fairly soonish, possibly anywhere I so choose.I am able to visit anyone, anywhere.However note, that if our messages here get serious to the point of thinking about or talking visit/relocation, I would expect to video chat, at least a couple times before doing so. At a minimum. This is only a requirement before I spend hundreds or thousands to visit you. If there is no such plan, I'm happy to keep things message only forever.I do not need, expect, desire, or want anything kink or sexual. Just some "face to face" conversations. If we can't do that via online, why would I expect it would be so different in person?
And video chat requirement doesn't apply to someone I can reach by car within a day or so. But as soon as I need to take a flight somewhere, that is where things change.That said, I do believe online, long distance relationships can work if both sides wish it to. Abd I am able to relocate.The relationship matters, not the location I live in. Something about the Hood You Live In.
In any good relationship involving a slave girl and her owners, there is the need to train her to recognize her place - where she is allowed, what she is allowed, who she is allowed, and to what extent she is removed from society and becomes owned as an , a thing in the hands of her owner, to be controlled and trained.
Long ago, in creatures only distantly related to the slave girl, very specialize brain cells pushed out of the head to gain a view of the world, a view in dimension, in color, in shape, in beauty or in horror, to find food or prey, and to avoid becoming such, to find a fellow, or to avoid such.
In time, as with humans, the eyes, the vision on the world, provided up to 90% of all information a slave girl needs to get by in the world, sometimes even more.
Being a slave, she must recognize the fact that, all that vision, all that information gathering, is at the pleasure of her owners, and can be denied at an instant, and for extended periods of time.
That denial can be done in any number of ways, but the most readily used - the hood, has the most impact on her from the instant it is placed over her head.
In general, hoods are made of leather or vinyl or rubber or latex, sometimes of material such as blue jean or cotton or spandex.
It may have eye holes that can be covered or closed, a mouth hole that also can be covered or better, plugged.
And at least one small nose vent to breath though, sometimes more. Less than one has an obvious disadvantage.
Many are laced down the back, much as a good leather boot, pulled tight to make the material conform to the slave girls face. Some have zippers for that purpose, and a few have both.
When put on, and when being tightened, it is incumbent on the slave girl to maneuver her nose to keep the nose vents aligned with her nostrils, otherwise...
Most good hoods have a switched on leather collar, that locks tightly around the neck, and can have chains attached for any purpose the owner may desire.
For the slave girl locked inside, it is a mixture of feelings and emotions, thoughts and dreams, hopes and fears, and total resignation.
A hood can not be gotten off easily, specially when bound tight.
It is dark inside, and will remain so.
You may feel totally helpless
You may feel totally alone
You may feel total terror
You may feel total bliss
You may feel total safety and comfort.
Those who asking about emotional and mental side, here is the perfect quote from one man. It is not my text, i am too dumb to put it so perfectly
Sure, the physical side is niceThat takes up an hour or two a couple of times a week What happens the rest of the time? NothingIt HAS to be mentally and emotionally for me That is based on a connection and need to actually live it every single day of the week Your humiliation and mental and emotional pain and suffering is lived all day, every dayIt becomes the focus of life and is there in everything we doIt is there when we go out, or travelHumiliated in everyway, for anything That can be done all day, every day What a lovely Sunday! I went for a two hour walk with yoga under the cotton clouds. Then I came home and couldn't resist, I pulled crabgrass by hand. It's like eating popcorn. I couldn't stop. Just one more. And poof! Two hours passed and my arms were exhausted. Afterwards, I was going to take a bubble bath. But I didn't have My bath boy to wash My hair and lick Me dry. But it was a delightful longing to imagine My boy serving Me. I hope your Sunday was good too... It's been a while. This site is interesting in that those who seek, stay. Those who are players, wander. Based on my profile, I stay.
I'm always looking for someone who is willing to keep me. I'm a slave, afterall. I seek pain, agony, gasping torture. But I am also seeking the ability to please. I want to be the one that seeks to be a pleasure for you, since I derive great pleasure in being able to make you smile.
So, lets, connect. I'm sincere. Are you? Well it's been a bit but I'm still here... I know, darn! LolI've been busy the rodeo royalty competition was a bust and very anger inducing not because I lost, because the individual who won used a racial slur against another person in the competition and was not only allowed to continue the competition but won?!?!?!??!!!! Yeah... you can see where this doesn't set well...
I've been nominated for the vice president position of my association but don't think I want it... I'm debating a hiatus, I think I'm due the break...
the working out has been not as steady no thanks to illnesses and injuries but regardless I am still working out 3-4 times weekly...
yeah I'm still determined Something I find amusing and rather digusting. When submissives/slaves seek out a master with a list of demands. Starting with common-sense ones like being in shape and stable job/home wise. I mean it's hard to call those "demands". They should be the minimum anyone is looking for in a master. But I digress. From those they go on to list demand after demand. Making it clear that a master must serve them. And that their "perfect master" is one that is willing to give up all the master desires for the submissive/slave.
So... I spend my life building my and my house up. And I am supposed to give that all up for you, who have done _nothing_ in your life besides going from dead-end job to dead-end job?
I actually often laugh out loud when I get to the point in their profile where it lists "Housework" as a hard limit. Just to set the record straight: yes, my photo is generated, but it’s very close to what I actually look like. I’m here for genuine connections, not to trick anyone. However, no one with anything to lose would post their real face on a kink website—privacy matters.
For those genuinely interested, I’m happy to share real photos when there’s a reason to. Otherwise, I’m not here to entertain accusations of "trickery." Honestly, it’s never that serious, and I feel sorry for anyone with time to throw around that kind of snark. Let’s keep it fun and respectful—life’s too short for anything less. Yes! I had a brain injury! Does it bother me to talk about it? Not really. But? At the time? Yes. To me? Really? It's just another thing to deal with A part of who I am. Sometimes I sit and feel sorry for myself! But, at the ßame time? It could have been worse! There was a time they weren't sure I would live AT ALL¡!
The thing that bothers me? There is a time, and I don't remember... I didn't know my own mother. I was told!
Looking for a companion/assistant/domestic slave:
* My family is my priority. You need to be fine with this and, I am definitely selfish and egoistic. I know it sounds unfair, but I want someone to devote his or her life to me. My partner is fully aware of my search and my kinks and he agrees. I am not willing to hide myself or help you to cheat on your partner. That is why I am looking for a single, widow, or divorced.
* I like younger people between 27 to 40 years old. I say 27 years old because I had several messages of "boys" looking for a mum and I am not into that.
* If you are men, height is important (I like tall men). You are minimum 1.80m and with very nice genitals (no, do not send me a pic, that is not very elegant). I like assertive, tall and strong men, someone that will ONLY submit to me, I do not want someone that is everybody's doormat, I am the only one that can step on you! If you are a lady, your height is not important.
* I do not want someone with beard and mustache, and this is something not negotiable. They are hard limits, I am into waxed/shaved men. Face hair is more than just a turn off to me, I do not want to explain myself about it here.
* Yes, I want to have a handsome or cute sub/slave. I want someone that I find attractive. This is quite subjective, I am the one that will decide that. Beauty is something that involves not only looks.
Smart with good manners. A gentleman, a nice lady, that is quite important.
* I am into giving pain, and humilliation, are you in?
* NO smokers, not into drugs or alcohol, this is another hard limit. Plus I cannot be around that, really, not interested, not negotiable.
Hygiene is very important! You know the meaning of showering, parfum and the use of toothbrush (Believe me, I say this for a reason).
* Not into online games or just wasting time, I do not have that luxury!
* You live not far from Tienen, Aarschot, Leuven (Belgium) or you travel a lot to Belgium. I already had slaves that went wherever I lived due business trips and I liked it. But I am not going to ask you to relocate, I am not looking at the moment for a 24/7.
* You speak English, my Dutch and French are not good enough to establish a relationship.
If this sound interesting, send me a nice and respectful message and I will be nice and respectful! 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”
My Perception:
Dominant: Ultimately holds all power & influence over others. Stern, Governing, Controlling, Commanding, Supreme, Authoritative, Influential, Powerful, Superior, Calculating, Demanding. It is about Them and not those inferior/below them.
Submissive: Is a person who makes a conscious choice to give up some or all control of to another person. May. Have pre arranged limits that have been discussed prior but may be tested or even stretched at times.
Slave: A slave makes a one-time choice to submit, up front, and thereafter it is incumbent upon them to obey. Limits are those of the Owner/Dominant.
Switch: Someone who participates in BDSM activities sometimes as a Top and other times a Bottom & generally a kinkster and neither a natural Dominant or Submissive but more into the kinky fun factor.
Pro-Dom/me, Dominatrix, Fin Dom/me: profit making professional service through terms such as rates, fee's, charges, tributes & gifts. (Never to be confused with real Dominants IMHO)
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Please note, while we encourage creativity and professionalism, personal contact is strictly prohibited. You'll be expected to impress in your attire and demeanor, and to maintain a respectful distance at all times. Candidates must have outstanding chef/cooking talent to ensure the highest standards of culinary excellence. Embrace this chance to indulge in a fantasy while contributing to a memorable escape!
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"50 Shades Of Wanabees"
**Will finish writing this and add the conclusion sometime in the near future. Unfortunately, work and life get in the way of passion at times not affording us the opportunity to delve into it full time. That and writing this on a cell phone is a daunting task. Read enjoy, educate, comment. It's all good.
I've been involved in this lifestyle for going on 40yrs. It is a very special kind of relationship and bond that takes lots of commitment, EFFECTIVE communication, understanding and most of all....TRUST. This type of life is not for everyone especially those "vanilla relationshippers" who don't understand it or know anything about it other than the stereotype information they heard or read.
It is a multi-layer, multi-dimensional universe of its own that is compromised of many of its own ecosystems. It's as vast as the many kinks and fetishes that people can imagine and transform into being on the physical plane. Although we try to categorize the many desires so we can label them and sort them in order to find fellow kinksters. It is a task less job of who done it. No different than labeling colors. To the right we have orange. To the left we have red. But what happens when we have a color that falls in between? It doesn't necessarily look orange or red on of its own. Do we call "rednge" and make it its own category so it sits their all alone?
Obviously not! But yet another hybrid is born expanding our array of colors once again. Adding to the illustrious rainbow of a way of life for many.
It is no different than Mother nature's evolution of our planet and its inhabitants. Constantly in motion. Growing, changing, EVOLVING. How wonderful.
HOWEVER, something almost always comes along to try and hamper the growth. It resonates through the community touching and infecting all that live in it. It betrays us all and infaspects the very things that make it so unique.
Trust quickly dissipates as the intrusion spreads like wildfire burning all that fall within its path. Leaving behind scorched emotions, lack of trust or belief.
Like that fiery fire is what I call, "50 Shades Of Wannabees". It's compromised of those who watched or read this crossover book or movie of a kinkier version of "Pretty Woman". A rich man who takes over a lower class woman's mind and bends her into his submissive.
Suddenly like the herd of Buffalo, that once roamed this nation, a stampede of kinksters charge into our community. There is no understanding that there is SO much more than physical ownership of a sub or slave. It is a psychological game of Stratego that has been played by the partners gaining command of the others headspace. That headspace contains all the emotions, physical desires, dreams, fantasies, psychological manifestations of childhood yearnings, etc. All rolled up into one area waiting to be examined and absorbed by someone who can understand them and nurture them to fruition. A Bach of the composer world who takes them and turns them into beautiful music that all can hear. The manifestation of the hidden minds collective emotional desires and needs now controlling the physical form like the captive they once were. With this weapon in hand the dominant hunter has captured his prey. He cages and controls it by holding its heart tightly against his chest in his protective arms so no harm will come to it. The chase was long. The chase took many paths that one had to avoid straying from and getting lost. So when finally navigating it and finding that pot of gold at the end it is treasured as the greatest possession owned. It's capture was earned and not stolen.
I can't help but look at these wannabees as nothing more than and invasive army made up of decisions or narcissistic grandure. Their need to feel powerful and fulfill their cardinal desires of physical pleasure and loneliness taken by force. No understanding of how the lifestyle works because they have no desire to learn it. Whips spinning in the air, shouts of demands and orders barking, physically overpowering of their prey is all they understand. I am a MASTER they proclaim to all as they dangle bait in hopes of luring a potential pacifistic creature. No you are NOT A MASTER, the knowledgeable citizens say. YOU ARE JUST A BULLY! A bully fueled by your narcissistic desires of ownership over another that you expect to force to serve you for your pleasure and your pleasure alone. You and your wants are all that matters and the emotions of the server are forced into exile.
I thought I found the one. Turned out not to be. In a way it hurts more than when my Master died because he didn't choose to leave. This one chose to. And I can't understand. I had come to a point where the hurt wasn't so bad. I was used to being alone and after some time, it becomes your new normal. I didn't need anyone and didn't care. Then you do care because he was perfect and made me happy. Then it ends. Now I have to reach the point of numbness and not caring anymore and thats hard. But it's a lesson learned. I'm always asked what I like and look for in a sub. So physically first of all, I expect a sub that's reasonably fit, athletic build, over 5ft10, hair long enough that I can get a good hold of, not hairy, trimmed neatly, I don't mind facial hair, but not an unkempt beard. I expect a sub to be open minded, intelligent, able to hold a conversation, and of course, extremely kinky. With a special sub, someone that won't embarrass me in nilla situations ;) this of course is all to do with male subs. I'll do another entry soon re female subs. Oh, I prefer subs to be 25-40, although out with this is acceptable for the right sub, not interested in anyone over 50 however. Updating your age on here will not put your profile in the queue to be reapproved so long as that's the ONLY thing you're updating. Profile about me's being updated and or photos being uploaded, will.
Putting this out there because I see a lot of people saying they don't update their ages due to being put in profile limbo mode, and it's simply not true. I've updated my age here for awhile now, every year on my birthday, and it has never caused my profile to go back into the pending approval queue. my first entry since i created my account.
Its only a thinking about how much difficult to have a relationship with a person, normally its already difficult with vanilla, because you have the choice of saying your "truly desire" or just lie, like a lot of other kinkster.
I did the first because i dont like to lie, trust is important, even if after this will be difficult.
Then if youre lucky like me your vanilla romance can be transformed into a kinky romance.
But ahaha, luck with me came only in half, she liked the kinky community but shes a dom and.. im a dom.
Then having sub, slave and partner play came really fast to us, but the problem is...
I can releave my desire of spanking, doing general sadism, experiments this with her with complicity but..
Sexual desire, humiliation, degradation and dicipline/domination i can't! because both of us are dom!
If the person beside you is a kinky person this can be helped but if that not the case, youre doomed!
After 8 years of relationship, we will broke, not because we dont love each others but because of the path we need to take separatly.
Being a kinkster if you didnt find a person to walk with you at this long life and with the same desire, same way of living, some time this will broke or you will broke.
make the good choice, and assume it. only like this you will never regret it. Oh friends. What I'm about to describe may change our relationship, but it 100% happened just now and I'm not sharing this story with anyone else.
My puppy woke me a short time ago to go outside. Glancing at the clock and seeing it was 4:30, I didn't do any of the things I would normally do before taking her outside. Her waking me means we need to go now. Yes ma'am, let's go. We get outside and she decides that dandelions are interesting and this patch of grass tastes divine, and so on, as she does sometimes leading up to her business. She has a flare for the dramatic, like her momma. Meanwhile, I've had to pee since the moment she woke me. All the way down what felt like ten thousand stairs, through every moment of her moseying outside, I. Have. To. Pee. And I'm not going to make it back to the house.
Chances are if you're reading this you are genetically male (is that the correct term?) and so you would just pull up a patch of grass and unzip. Not having that luxury I faced my two options. Either I could wet my pants, or I could squat and tinkle. Friends, I really tried to use all of those downstairs muscles to make it back to the house. Truly I did. But it wasn't going to happen and I did laundry earlier today. So I did the unthinkable. I moved to a spot less lit. I slid my pajama pants down a bit. I squatted. And I peed. I'm sure someone's door camera caught it, or maybe someone out for a walk. Hopefully it was just me and my puppy. And now you. It's our secret, okay?
All this Virginia ham
Got me singing the Mississippi blues
Slinging Tennessee whiskey
Over the Carolina moon
Bleh... :( LET ME MAKE SOME THINGS CLEAR
DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME MESSAGING ME IF YOU DON'T HAVE A PIC OR PROFILE.
IF YOU DO MESSAGE ME YOU MUST SEND AN ACTUAL MESSAGE. NO ONE LINERS OR ONE ONE WORD MESSAGES
DON'T START YOUR MESSAGE OFF WITH Mistress or Goddess. YOU HAVEN'T BEEN GIVEN PERMISSION TO ADDRESS ME AS SUCH.
I'M NOT HERE TO FINANCIALLY SUPPORT YOU!!!!!!
Lady Raven
Wow... so stupid,passed on because I refuse to get skype or or anything else... my guess, I didn't miss much...
I seriously question why people complain about their search not going well while pulling stunts like this...
"I love everything about your profile! You have Skype? No? Well good luck"
I guess ya didn't like it enough to talk with me through the available mediums... I have been on this site for years and see the same profile of ladies seeking a someone like myself. Contact is made, profiles viewed yet nothing. occassionally someone says hi and we exchange messages, and then nothing and i find that often times the dead air is asking for verification on where they live or interest that they have already posted in their profiles.
So many ladies want to be in charge, they advertise they are dominant seeking a male sub/slave, thye want to take the lead, yet nearly all wait for the guy to make first contact and when it happens they ghost or get upset that an I was not dotted or T not crossed. I realize the ladies may get slammed by a lot of players espcially on a freee site like this one. But if you reallyh want to be in control, ignore the players and seek out us real guys, make the first move and follow through. You seek perfectionn from the first hello but that is impossible for anyone including the ladies making contact.
We are two adults seeking to meet connect and build a relationship, if the only connection is BDSM the connection will be lost quickly. So my request is to stop searching for the ideal submssive and instead focus on building a relationship with said person and through your guideance and training help us /me to be perfct for you Studies Show...Intelligent girls are more depressedBecause they knowWhat the world is really likeDon't think for a beat it makes it betterWhen you sit her down and tell herEverything's gonna all rightShe knows in society she either isA devil or an angel with no in betweenShe speaks in third personSo she can forget that she's me Today's my birthday. I've had a nice weekend. I spent it with family. I was surrounded by people I love and that love me, but the twinge of loneliness... of not having your person, can't be ignored.
That empty space is 100%, unequivocally, my fault. I've filled it with work, allowed it to be occupied with distractions. I don't put myself out there. Hell, I even question if I even know how to date. I understand myself and my needs. I know what works and what doesn't. Sadly that been difficult to manage in this lifestyle. Knowing yourself and being resolute about your needs is often times met with a challenge of not being submissive enough.
Anyways.... I'm going to take a power nap so that I can get on the road.
Enjoy your Sunday and i wish you all the best good girls and boys as your hearts desires. ☺️ So, I removed an old picture and I added one.
That's a risky thing to do on this site.
I have no idea how long it will be before my profile is back up and its just ridiculous!
Also the anti robot feature doesn't work sometimes and I've lost long messages when I tried to sent them. Is this anti robot thing even necessary?
I miss the old site when it was collarme
I hope who ever runs this will improve this site because I think it needs an overhaul!
What a pain in the ass and not the good kind! Lol Chastity update:
it removed it's cage and edged itself until the ball dropped on New Years eve and locked back up again. it has been challenged to be chaste for a full 365 days which would put its next orgasm out u til January 1st 2027
it also has been challenged by a Dom to go with a smaller cage, it has since ordered the smaller cage and will be putting it on when it arrives.
it is open to more ideas on how to make its self-imposed chastity more intense. Next Ladies Tea Party is on 16th August at 4pm prompt.
Join me for tea, cakes, wine and strawberries all served to the ladies by naked waiters who are there solely to entertain us and expressly do our bidding, whatever it should be. This is not a club event but a small very personal inclusive party in a boutique hotel where everybody is vetted beforehand and single ladies will be made to feel very comfortable and secure.
It will be followed by a Ladies only afterparty.
Dominant Ladies and submissive gentlemen may apply in good time for the best time! Yes, I'm bitchy. I'm demanding. I expect effort to be put forth in getting to know me before I switch to IMing or video chat because so much IMing seems to be spent saying hi, how are you, how was your day and so little of it is spent actually learning about each others' personalities, kink interests, and compatibility. I prefer to weed out the incompatible rather than waste time meeting and learning we are incompatible after attempting to negotiate a scene in person. Am I demanding? Yes, because I have high expectations and because I'm looking for something that lasts, not just a quick fap that ghosts after the first photo, IM conversation, video chat, or meeting in person. While I appreciate any interest in me and my profile, don't just add me to your favourites list, or write a one word/line message! That just says to me too lazy to write anything meaningful and so likely to be too lazy for me in general, and you are likely to get no respons, or an equally shit and lazy response.
I am always happy to talk to just about anyone and discuss anything, whe you are interested in me or just my opinion or views, so don't be scared to write to me, I don't bite unless we start something more than just chat.
Oh yes, and what's this thing with adding someone to your favourites list and then blocking them? If you like me/my profile then great, but if you block me then I will not know who you are! My primary focus is on improving myself, my life, and my finances as I need my own business(es) going to get the fuck off SSI.
I like to go out and do things. Not just sex. Like really, to all the men who think offering their random tongue to be used is attractive, it absolutely is not. Buy some dental dams if you are tongue slut. My first thought is how many std's do you have!?!?! You can get them from oral sex and people who are full on adults who think about sex primarily, turn me off.
I understand it from teens to 30's... when you get to 40's or older, you had better have a lot more to talk about, think about and exist for you to to talk to me. I got so bored with my last toy because he was ONLY a walking fucktoy, with paranoid delusions.
The mind is a massive playground and you miss out just thinking about actual physical sex.
Lola the Iron Mistress
I think it is easily possible that single dominant people are seen as inflexible and unyieldimg. Set in their ways. My way or the highway. My interests are now your interests and there is nothing else to be said on the matter.
I suppose that could be true for some people. It is NOT true for me. I was an only child, more or less, and as far as I can tell that is still true. Due to reasons I will gladly discuss with individuals inquisitive enough to really want to know, I was a bit of a loner growing up. That didn't bother me, and it still doesn't.
Fast forward a thousand years and as a single person I live my life the way I see fit and do what interests me. Having said that, I am here to meet people and develop relationships. As I look around the CS landscape I suspect the same is true of most of you. Being in a relationship and being single are two completely different things. Within the framework of my relationship I expect to be dominant, but that does not mean that I expect to carry my single life along with me. Good relationships are good because there is at least some level of learning of the other person, and compromise when it seems to be practical.
I would ask that people who look at profiles and interest lists and try to assume that the square peg is always going to be a square peg and will never be able to fit into a round hole to look in the mirror and ask themselves if that is even a safe assumption of themselves. Lady of Mexico
In Mexico, where the sun meets the sand,
There lived a woman, fierce and grand.
Her spirit strong, her will untamed,
In her veins, a legacy unashamed.
She ruled with grace, her presence known,
In every step, her power shown.
Her eyes ablaze with fiery might,
A force of nature, shining bright.
In lands of color, where passion thrives,
She led with strength in all her strides.
Her essence echoed through historys call,
A dominant spirit, standing tall.
In Mexicos embrace, she found her way,
A queen of purpose, unafraid to sway.
With courage as her guiding flame,
She carved her place, a revered name.
In every heart, her story lives,
A dominant woman, whose power gives
Inspiration to those who dare to dream,
In Mexicos tapestry, a vibrant seam.
We made it to Vermont in June, 2022! It's mid-August now, and I am SO glad to be here!
I lost my much beloved cat back in 2019... I nearly lost my own life as well, because I could not deal with the pain. However... over the past 3 years, I have managed to survive. I am not finished yet. That said, there is a lot of life left to live!
Vermont is beautiful, and with climate change going on, I am glad to have fled the wildfires of Arizona. I plan to homestead here in Vermont once we have saved some money up to buy land. And I hope to learn more about farming and maybe sell some of my artwork. Let us see what lies ahead! Small Mercies, Longer Days
It has been one of those stretches where the days stack up against you before you have had a chance to argue with the first one. Nothing catastrophic, nothing worth dramatizing, just the particular grind of too much friction in too many directions at once, the kind of week that does not make good copy but costs you something anyway. A significant loss in the family that required me to help plan funerary rites, and restructuring at work that threatens my position. I have been moving through it the way I move through everything: upright, standard intact, but aware of the weight. Nothing breaks my stride, only I break things that deserve to be remade, but nothing in these uncertain times holds significant comfort for me (currently).
What has saved me, genuinely, is the weather.
Spring arrived this week with the specific conviction of something that has been waiting a long time to make its point, and I have been stepping outside just to feel it, that clean particular warmth that does not yet carry the heaviness of summer, where the air still has a crispness underneath the heat and everything green looks almost aggressive in its newness. There is something about spring light in the late afternoon that I find quietly restorative in a way I cannot fully articulate. It simply helps. I will take it. The cherry blossoms at the Field Museum are in bloom, and it's an easy walk. Lake Michigan has also been a close held companion, and was still as glass on Thursday. You could scry on her water like a mirror, and the light filtered through the overcast sky as if fingers were reaching out to dip themselves. It felt greedy to take her in, but I am nothing if not hedonistic.
And then there was Artemis, splashing down with the kind of elegant finality that makes you remember the world is still capable of extraordinary things on the days it feels most ordinary. Something about watching that capsule meet the water, the culmination of that much human effort and precision and audacity, pulled me briefly out of my own difficult week and into something larger. I needed that more than I expected to.
The bad days will pass. They always do. I remain steadfast. Someone recently appraised me when I talked about my resiliency : "As the stars stay lighting the sky".
For those of you following the story of the weight of three minutes, the continuation posts tomorrow evening. Come back rested. Hello,
As I get older, I'm embracing my cuck experience more, it is incredible that more ladies are not into this lifestyle. Woman have told me it is the most satisfying sexual thing they have ever done, humiliate a submissive while being fucked , having the submissive sucking there clit while being pounded by a bull , making a submissive sucking cock eat ass and swallow the cream pie . Seeing the submissive with his chastity cage on, making him yearn for pussy . Of course I still get pegged , spanked and anything else mistress and bull decide . Now I'm back in Indiana for a bit was wondering if this exists in indiana . An Insider Account of CollarSpace Prison
Once upon a time, a little boy stumbled across a news website about some busdriver bitching about a pet getting on the tbe bus with owner.
Anyway, years later a website known as showed up. Cool cool.
Suddenly, "collarme was disappearing because failing business partnership issues"...
What about my information that little boy might have put up?
Do not know for how long, but see and look, my data was here in collarspace.com all along.
#and that is why it has become difficult for me to delete this account. It serves as a historical reminder that sane people still run the world.
So, if you do not like me here, you will like me less in person. If you come up on me without introducing yourself, I expect you are after my money for free, which you are.
Now, legally married slave couples that are seeking someone they would like to call "master" may message me; here, there, whereever.
Do not dare to presume I care to know you, because I really do not... I wonder, can you place your camera in front of YOUR new born baby son and capture his eyes as he slowly starves to death?
If you do not dare to make and post that video, you are not slave enough for me to consider you "slave", let call your bloodline by that. What's Forrest Gumps password? 1forrest1
I am not perfect, I don’t expect those around me to be either. I don’t dwell on mistakes or the past. I choose to move on. We have all stumbled on this venture of finding the right person. Those stumbles do NOT define us. How we work our way through the problem does. Why do we look for someone else to be perfect? Are we? Do we bring baggage to the relationship?We each need to find someone who makes us happy and whole, then lean on each other through the hard times. Find someone who is willing to meet you halfway and adjust as we grow. Learn from each other and teach each other. How long are we willing to look for perfect ? NEVER accept TOXICITY as acceptable. I had perhaps the best experience in my life last week. I went to see a very close friend a few states away. I've known her for 20 years and there's always been an unrequited attraction between us but I've told her very little about my submissive need. Well, she sensed it because the first night we were together, she immediately bound me tightly to all four posts of her bed and she had her way with me...but...
Everything was about her...her needs, her wants...her desires. There was not a single thing done or mentioned about mine. She used me as she wanted, rode me and stopped when she was done, not when I was done. I got on my knees and licked everything she told me to lick, put my tongue where she directed. She did everything to me that was my absolute desire, orally please her, CBT, whipping, spanking...insertion. The only thing she denied me was my own eruption. Finally, on our last night, she gripped me painfully and whispered her permission. It was....amazing. Nothing about me except until the end...everything for her. I was in heaven the entire week.
The only thing is that it's not a permanent thing...because of the distance. I want it, she does not. And it was something she did with no preparation or warning....spur of the moment...because it was something she sensed in me. I used to love whoring and slutting around. There wasn’t anything quite as fun as finding a new cock to play with – I was always thrilled at how fast I could get a guy hard and how hard I could make him cum with my mouth or my cunt. Fucking was the only time I felt genuinely confident in my 20’s.
A lot of that came down to Kevin. I belonged to Kevin (on and off) for over a decade. He was my first D/s relationship, and his primary focus and kink was whoring me out. He loved having me be an absolute filthy fucking slut for him, and the confidence and power I felt in that role over time was incredible. Through him, I learned how much power a woman could have in herself by submitting to her own sexual desires. It wasn’t just that Kevin loved having me be a whore (as much as I wanted to think that was my sole purpose at the time), I fucking loved sex and I loved the attention and desire I felt from men in those moments.
I loved the strength and confidence I gained from their desire; it was a strength that lasted a lot longer than the encounter did, that’s for damn sure. I didn’t need their reassurance or their attention after. I didn’t need them after, period. I got my reassurance from Kevin. His praise and enthusiasm for my behavior reinforced the strength that I gained and reinforced my confidence in my skills. I didn’t have shit for confidence walking down the street or walking into a party to be around strangers, but the second I was presented with a hard cock, it was Game. Fucking. On. THAT I knew I could handle with perfect confidence, grace and skill. And I fucking relished every moan, groan, sigh, gasp, and trembling muscle from the man I was with.
In my 20’s, I was somewhere around 340-375lbs. I didn’t really get on a scale very often, so I honestly don’t know how much I actually weighed. What I do know, is that it was Kevin who taught me that my size didn’t preclude me from being desirable. When I moved to “the big city”, I had the opportunity for basically unlimited male attention, which was a first for me, having grown up in the middle of nowhere Nebraska. Kevin encouraged this exploration, but also gave me very distinct rules and boundaries (he’d more than learned by that time that I had no idea how to establish, let alone maintain, my own boundaries). He made me go to Planned Parenthood to get my birth control shot. He “gave me permission” to tell guys to fuck off if they didn’t want to use protection for sex; I could ‘blame my Owner’ if they were at all hesitant. Having all this attention from all these different guys, never having to go more than a few days without sex if I didn’t want to, god – it was fucking incredible! And in the background, was Kevin, telling me what a fantastic little whore I was.
When it came to being with Kevin, it was an even bigger reassurance. He told me once, during a moment of extreme insecurity, “I don’t give a shit what you look like, Lisa. What I care about is control.” I knew I could give him that better than anyone, the question was, did he actually mean it? The short answer is, abso-fucking-lutely. When my stunning beauty of a roommate (who’d played with Kevin over the phone and online multiple times) joined us one night, I figured it was going to be game over for us. She was a knock-out compared to me and way better at everything sexual than I could ever dream of being. He was choking her with his dick and she freaked because he wouldn’t let her control the pace or how far down her throat his cock went. She jumped up and took off out of the room to go smoke a bowl and calm down and he called me over. Despite her naked self standing mere feet from him, perky ass and tits on full display, he was totally soft. The second I put his dick in my mouth and let him choke me to his hearts content, he was rock hard and having the time of his life.
She eventually came back to the kitchen table where he was sitting while I sucked him off, and I remember feeling an unbelievable surge of pride as he praised me, telling me what a good girl I was, how much he loved choking me and making me cry, how pretty my tears were. And when he finally came in my mouth, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that for some men…it really is all about control.
And I was officially hooked. That was all I wanted from that moment on, and to a large extent, it’s still all I want. Especially when it comes to any type of D/s dynamic. I don’t fucking care about the sex, whips or chains…I want the man who gets rock hard simply because I love to obey, to give up as much control as possible. I want the guy who gets off leaving me a list of chores to do in the morning and is way more turned on by me having completed the whole list plus some, then having to “punish me” because I failed to do those tasks. I want the guy who’s dick goes soft because a girl tells him ‘no’ (and he would never dream of pushing her beyond that ‘no’), but he gets hard as steel, instantly, because where someone else says ‘no’, I say ‘yes please and thank you’.
I don’t need gymnastics and props…they can’t do anything nearly as good as a hand in my hair and a deep voice whispering in my ear. I just found out that my first dominant passed away. I'm sad, bewildered, melancholy. I normally maintain friendships with exes but he chose not to. So I don't know what happened. He's the first friend, person from my generation to go. It feels so strange. He was the third person I messaged with when I joined CollarMe. He was a wonderful person and I have fond memories of him and our time together. I'm grateful he gave me those. Rest in peace, Stephen. Vide cor meum. Vide risio meum. Unread messages don’t mean I missed you...
they mean I already felt your energy… and declined it in silence.
This path is sacred.
If you don’t know how to approach a woman already walking in discipline and fire,.. don't. Alright, let's get down to it. Reasons why you may not get a response:
1. There wasn't time for a sufficient reply.2. I got distracted.3. The message received was generic. 4. The message received was disgusting.5. The message received very much had nothing to do with my profile other than my image or state.6. Your profile is blank.7. I chose not to reply.
It's not personal, I don't know you. I'm sure you're fantastic. Your interest does not mean I owe you my time. In a perfect world we would all get a polite rejection, and sometimes that happens. But sometimes we're having a hell of a day and delete is the best option. Or any one of the above reasons. No response is a response. A "revenge" message is a clear picture of your character based on your own assumptions. This almost feels like a rant, but I'm filing it under public service. On Jealousy in the Master/slave Dynamic
Jealousy is a corrosive force within a Master/slave relationship. It is the enemy of structure, the destroyer of authority, and the betrayer of trust. Where jealousy exists, leadership falters. A Master’s role is to stand as the embodiment of certainty and command, yet jealousy undermines this by planting insecurity where strength should reside. Insecurity breeds suspicion, suspicion breeds resentment, and resentment fractures the very foundation upon which the Master/slave bond is built.
A jealous Master ceases to lead with clarity. Instead, he reacts from fear, clouding judgment and weakening authority. The slave, whose role is to serve in confidence and devotion, becomes hesitant. Obedience shifts into caution, and devotion turns to apprehension. A slave cannot flourish under the shadow of jealousy, for it suffocates the freedom of surrender and replaces it with doubt. This is why jealousy cannot be tolerated—it disrupts the natural order and erodes the respect upon which all dominance rests.
Furthermore, jealousy is weakness exposed. A Master must be the anchor, the standard, and the pillar of certainty. To be consumed by envy is to show the slave that his authority has cracks. When a slave perceives these cracks, reverence diminishes, and the Master’s position is compromised. Authority that bends to jealousy is no true authority—it is performance without substance. A Master ruled by such impulses becomes no more than an equal to his slave, which destroys the hierarchy.
Correcting Jealousy
The cure for jealousy lies in discipline, self-mastery, and reinforcement of order. Several steps must be taken:
Uncompromising Honesty – Communication must be enforced. A Master must demand full truth from his slave and give unclouded truth in return. Jealousy thrives in silence and shadows; it dies when exposed to the light of direct speech.
Reinforcement of Structure – Protocols, rituals, and rules must be upheld without compromise. When order is maintained with precision, the framework leaves no room for insecurity to grow. Clarity in expectations eliminates confusion, and clarity weakens jealousy’s hold.
Practice of Self-Mastery – A Master must control himself before he can hope to control another. Jealous impulses must be recognized, acknowledged, and dismissed without indulgence. This requires discipline, reflection, and the will to remain above base instincts. Methods such as journaling, meditation, or ritualized reflection may be employed to strengthen the mind.
Seeking Counsel – A wise Master does not fear counsel. Speaking with experienced Dominants or mentors provides grounding and perspective. No Master diminishes himself by learning; he diminishes himself only by refusing to correct weakness.
Commitment to Strength – A Master must remember at all times that jealousy is beneath him. It is weakness, and weakness cannot lead. The slave must see strength that does not waver, for respect and obedience are born only from confidence in the Master’s unshakable command.
Final Teaching
Understand this: jealousy is incompatible with mastery. It is a betrayal of the title “Master” itself. Where jealousy reigns, authority is false, and leadership is hollow. Only through discipline, honesty, and unyielding strength can jealousy be eradicated. A true Master confronts it, defeats it, and stands as the anchor his slave requires.
Let it be known: a jealous Master is unfit to lead until he masters himself.
A submissive’s Service
If a submissive’s service does not improve the Dominant's life or provide them with a form of satisfaction then it's not really service but simply an activity.
strength is gone
I am so done being strong im breaking and shattering like a broken mirror i cant stand this feeling im breaking down and i am so annoyed with myself but taking it out on everyone around me as i lay here tonight theres not much more i can take the tears are shedding and my self confidence is non existing just what i fucking need im still breathing so i guess thats an upside but fuck it all im so done pretending that im okay and if you cant accept me the way i am than whats the point of being my friend im just so over it
Arrived at the understanding I am best suited to serve under assertive
dominant and demanding female led relation.
Undergoing countless therapy sessions revealed my true submissive nature
As well as a personality trait of a "Pleaser" I gained a newfound revelation that being a submissive
Pleaser is a gift to be cherished and nurtured.
.......this I credit to my therapist, life coach and mentor Natalie whom I adore & respect to the highest degree.
Forever grateful and fortunate to be a student (or subject as she prefers) under this elegant, mature and
extremely intelligent woman. The artist Nas once said that life is a bitch and then you die. I agree wholeheartedly. That is why I try to live life to the fullest everyday. Several things occured over the past two years that have significantly changed my life. Im not writing this post to complain about those things but to reflect on how those things have influenced my choice to fulfill a long time fantasy that up until this point in my life seemed unrealistic.
Tomorrow, I have a realtor coming to my home to list it for sale. I will be selling my home and moving in with my submissive so that we can build our 1950s household. She lives in Philadelphia so this will not only be an opportunity to live out my fantasy but it will also be a fresh start in a new city. The circumstances that created this possibility were not desireable but I am happy that they pushed me towards fulfilling one of my long time fantasies.
Life is a bitch and then you die.....so you may as well make the best of it while you can.
He said his biggest fear is eating pussy that just had dick in it…. I told him to only eat ASS because it's less traffic on the back roads
i cant
I cant take it any longer i want to behave and make him proud but the walls i have built to hide my emotions to protect myself from being hurt i cant take it i have known him 11 years and i cant take it any longer i am getting mentally exhausted i cant do it any longer im about to crash and burn i know you will be there for me but truth be told the walls are up so i dont get hurt i love you so fucking much and i dont want it to end i know you always say i wont be replaced and that calms me a little but its still in the back of my head i cant take it any longer what can i do i dont want these walls up but i know ill become emotionally wreck i have all these feelings and i know once the walls fall again i will need you more than ever before these emotions i have been hiding will come out are you ready for that?
A Soldier Transformed:
In the shadowed depths, a fear resides,
Of losing control to the darkness inside.
Memories of battles, cold and stark,
Of a soldier's heart, hardened and dark.
The echoes of war, they still remain,
Haunting thoughts that cause you pain.
Afraid to slip back into that abyss,
To lose your grip, to once again dismiss.
But remember, dear soul, you've come so far,
You've journeyed through the wounds and scars.
Strength now lies in the light you hold,
A beacon of hope, a story untold.
Embrace the fears, let them fade away,
For in the present, a new path may sway.
Your heart can thaw, your spirit mend,
No longer a soldier, but a soul to tend.
So fear not the darkness, embrace the light,
For within you burns a flame so bright.
You're not just a soldier, you're a man reborn,
With a heart that beats, not hardened or worn. Here are a few things that I should have added to my profile but didn't and I don't wanna wait forever for it to be approved again.
1. Do not message me if you are not in my state, it clearly says in my profile I am looking for a Dom in or around my area. This means in North Carolina only (maybe as far as SC but I am not willing to travel).
2. Do not contact me if you are a sub or slave male asking me if I want to own you and you be my so called puppy. I am NOT into pet play and I have a real life dog that is already challenging enough, I don't need a human wannabe dog. I am also NOT a Domme, my name clearly says that I am sub and my profile clearly points that out.
3. No I will not do online with you, my life is very busy as is and sending me a message that says "when are you available" as your first one as well as you having no profile except that you wanna be please orally then yeah you're not getting a response from me.
4. If you think that all subs should be sexual to be in a dynamic move on, I know plenty who are in nonsexual D/s dynamics and they have been going strong for years.
5. Do not tell me that you want to mentor me yet want to play with me. A mentor never plays with who they are mentoring, the person being mentored is looking to that person for advice. If you think differently then don't bother contacting me.
6. Yes I am married, yes he knows I am in the lifestyle and yes he does approve. I have written this in my profile but it seems like it goes ignored. Just because I am married is not the only reason why I am nonsexual, I have other reasons as well.
7. Please stop asking if I have kids. Just because I'm married doesn't mean I do and the answer is no I do not and never want them. If your first message to me is "what's your availability" and you have a virtually blank profile then you will more than likely be ignored.
Truly crave the feeling of being controlled and the depth of submission more than sexual release.
It really stinks that when a chronic disorder - a disease can be so devastating and freeing in the same sense.
pTSD sucks moose balls . Yes I am struggling . Dented but not shattered .
i spent 1.5 hours on a phone call where i had to say . I used to trust everything you said . Now I can't . And it is MY fault that my fucked up dis ease is causing this
dumb thunder cunt - I am the product of fuckery and this is how i deal.
lots all the ones who promised me a roof over my head .
hear me roar
The last days where pretty intense. Intense because what happened with me and how I come near my true self.
I was allowed to spend my last two nights bound. The second permission came from Skadi directly and created a small rush in my body. Yes, I do like to be restricted and it is a mix of very different feelings. I enjoy the fact that I am restricted in my movement, I do feel pretty when I see the cuffs, chains and looks on my body, yes I can't sleep very well but it creates also a wonderful feeling in me. And much more.I also experienced sensory deprivation a bit more and it is unbelievable what the sensory deprivation combined with the lack of sleep makes with me. It brought some things to the surface and I never felt so open.At first I didn't understood what there was coming up or at least part wise. It would take to much time to explain my second night but I felt very overfilled in the morning. Overfilled with emotions, pictures, lack of understanding, to less sleep and a very open mind. ... A second round of sensory deprivation brought some answers. But I wasn't in the same mind sate like 1 to 2 hours earlier. I ate something and drank also an espresso. This changed my mind state and made me less open and somehow also less vulnerable.
So what is the learning? It was deep, it need training, it needs time, it is a part of my development, I can be open about it and accept that it is right to feel normal about all of it. ... Yes, I could be more detailed but not right now.
Remote Controlled - Part 2
A fiction story
Usually, waking up was a gentle thing in Sally's home. She'd take a few moments to stretch in bed, to wake gently before turning out of bed. This morning though her eyes landed on the evidence of last night. Instead of her crossword book on the nightstand she caught sight of her plug, phone, and wet wipes. No, last night certainly wasn't a dream. She'd been floating high after her online encounter with Jonathan. A shame flooded through her though. She'd fallen asleep instead of cleaning her toys properly. Sighing, the drawbacks of a long-distance dynamic welled up. If she were in a relationship with a dominant in person they'd never have allowed her to fall asleep and be such a lazy slut.
Not wanting the near £200 she'd spent on her vibrating toys, Sally threw herself out of bed and set to cleaning up the mess she'd left for herself last night. Running some hot water, and taking her toy cleaning solution from the shelf she set the toys to soak a little in the sink before attending to the nightstand. As she began spraying and cleaning down the nightstand she noticed the texts.
'Aren't you going to thank me?'
'Just because I let you cum, does NOT mean you get to ignore me.'
'When you see this I want you to message me, slut.'
Sally's heart slumped. This was exactly what was wrong with online play. Sure the thought of someone she couldn't see was hot and steamy, but the aftermath was disappointing for everyone. Caught in this thought loop she carried on cleaning until her phone buzzed.
'I am very disappointed Sally. When you are next online I would like us to talk.'
Sally sighed, she was just as disappointed in herself. He was right of course. He'd done something for her, and what had he gotten from it? Immediately he thoughts shifted gear. Sally had told Jonathan why she didn't enjoy this dynamic. He knew what he was getting into. Why does he get to be disappointed? Why should she feel guilty? She could quite understand her own reactions, and needing to get on with her day, she pushed them aside to finish her cleaning and start her day.It would be a day or two before Sally next saw that Jonathan was online. In that time she'd put some thought into her feelings. Into this disappointment. She had no idea how online could work.
'Jonathan, I'm sorry I fell asleep on you. I told you I hated online'
'Don't worry. I won't take it personally. I have a suggestion for you if you're willing to be open minded again?'
Sally's hands lingered over the phone screen for a little while as she considered her response. As she thought her eyes wandered around her room, eventually resting on the toybox she kept. It was a wonderful orgasm. What could it hurt?
Sally, tapped the voice call. The ringtone tormented her for longer than she could bare. She could see he was still online, so why was Jonathan taking so long to answer? She could feel herself anticipating the conversation. How would this go?
'Hello Slut.'
Jonathan's tone shook Sally. Instinctively she hated being called a slut. It was such a horrid word. She decided to overlook it for now. As much as she hated that word, she wanted even more for people to think well of her. Impressing and making good with Jonathan was more important than a four letter word.
'Hello Jonathan. I am sorry you know.'
'Oh slut, I know you are. Do not worry. I still think you are interesting.'
His tone took her by surprise. He sounded...understanding. Calm. As the conversation went on, she did her best to apologise and to explain but he was calm and reasonable. He truly seemed not to be mad about it. His tone comforted her just as much as it made her feel uncomfortable. Eventually though in what seemed to be another effort to put her at ease, Jonathan made her an offer.
'Do you want me to give you a way to make it up to me?'
'Please Jonathan, it would set my mind at rest.'
'Very well. I have an app I would like you to download.'
Almost immediately a message flashed on her phone. The link was easy to follow and the app looked legitimate enough.
'What is it?'
'Download it and find out.'
Sally downloaded the app and set herself up on it as best she could while they talked. It appeared to allow one person to set rules, tasks, punishments, and rewards. It used a series of points to track things and could be shared between two people. Almost as soon as she was set up a request landed on this app - Jonathan would like to be your partner
'You do not have to accept, but I know you will slut.'
Sally was disarmed by the confidence in his voice. Curious and still hoping for another long distance session where she could benefit from her vibrating toys, she clicked accept. The pages of the app seemed to immediately become filled with things. As she tapped through Jonathan began to explain. He could set her some daily tasks that she would need to mark as having completed. There was even a feature where he could request photo proof if she was comfortable with it. The rules was blank for now, but if the app proved useful Jonathan explained that he'd start giving her some rules to follow. The rewards tab contained two very simple rewards.
1. You may cum even if Jonathan denies you permission. (100 points)
2. Request a new toy from Jonathan. (50 points).
Jonathan explained that he had found a delivery locker in her town and he could safely send items there without needing her physical address. She could be assured of her safety and not have to hand over sensitive information. Sally couldn't help but smile, he had really thought this through.
Continuing on to the final tab, the punishments page had one punishment listed.
You will tell Jonathan a name or descriptive word that you do not enjoy being called. Jonathan will use this word to address you for an entire week.
'I can hear over the phone the gasp of breath when I call you slut. I know you don't like it.'
Sally couldn't deny it. She hated being called a slut. And then it clicked. He hadn't called her by her name since the night she'd fallen asleep on him. He was punishing her and he wasn't even here. Sally couldn't help but be impressed by his skill.
The two talked for a little while longer, with Jonathan asking what toys 'Slut' owned. She reeled off the toys that she owned, taking and sharing some photos along the way. They discussed her limits, the things he enjoyed, the things she enjoyed. Then he announced something.
'If I have captured your intertest enough, I want to ask you to submit to me using this app and your toys. If you agree Slut, you will leave the call open and put in your vibe and buttplug. If you do not agree, then you can end that call What She Is Looking For
I am not looking for a fantasy. I am looking for a life, and I expect that life to be beautiful.
The distinction matters because fantasies are performed and lives are lived, and I have no interest in someone who shows up for the aesthetic and disappears when the reality of sustained devotion asks something difficult of them. Total Power Exchange is not a weekend arrangement or a mood that gets activated under the right conditions. It is the architecture of a shared existence, built deliberately, maintained consistently, and governed entirely by my authority. If that sentence produces hesitation in you, this is not your door to knock on.
What I want is a man who presents to the world as my equal, polished and capable and the kind of presence that commands a room, who comes home and exhales completely into my ownership of him. The contrast is not incidental. It is the point. I am drawn to the specific magic of a man who holds genuine power in the world and chooses, with full understanding of what he is surrendering, to place it entirely at my feet. Submission means nothing from someone who had nothing to give. I want the full weight of what you are, handed over without reservation.
I require intelligence. Not credentials, though I respect those. The living kind: curiosity, attentiveness, the capacity to learn me with the focused dedication of someone who has decided I am worth studying completely. I want to be known the way Keats knew beauty, as a truth so self-evident it requires no argument, only devotion, only the willingness to stand before it and be completely undone. I will know immediately whether you have paid that quality of attention. I always know.
I am a dominant woman in the fullest sense: not a role I perform but a nature I inhabit. I move through the world with the ease of someone who has never needed permission to take up space, and I expect my home to reflect that, my dynamic to reflect that, my partner to reflect that back to me in the quality of his service and the depth of his surrender. The house runs on my standards. I have the Binder, and there is ceremony in you holding it, learning it, and cherishing the standard I have created through my writing. My comfort is the first consideration in every room. There is good linen and good light and the specific luxury of a life curated entirely to my taste, and you will maintain it to that standard because anything less is not a home I recognize. My pleasure is the organizing principle of our shared life, not as imposition but as the natural order of a structure we have both chosen and built together.
I want your obsession. Earned, total, focused entirely on me. I think of E.E. Cummings carrying his heart in his hands, given over completely, and I want that, the real version of it, the version that costs something. I want to be the thing your thoughts return to without deciding to, the standard against which you measure every choice, the presence that lives in you so completely that pleasing me stops feeling like a task and starts feeling like breathing. I will wring that out of you, patiently and completely, until there is no daylight left between what you want and what I require.
I mark what is mine. Permanently, intentionally, with the quiet pride of a woman who builds things to last. I do not share. I do not negotiate my authority. I do not soften my expectations to make them more comfortable to receive. The contract I offer is real, the terms are mine, and I hold to them with the same precision I expect from you.
Emily Dickinson wrote that she dwelt in possibility, a fairer house than prose. That is the quality of interior life I bring to everything, including this, including you, and I expect to be met there by someone whose imagination is equal to mine, whose capacity for devotion is as expansive as what I am offering in return.
And what I offer is not small. My world is one of ease and intention, of travel and good rooms and the particular luxury of a life built by a woman who knows exactly what she wants and has never once settled. I will take you to Greece and Japan and every beautiful place I have decided I deserve, and you will move through those places slightly behind me, handling everything that needs handling, leaving me free to inhabit the world at full scale. You will carry my bags, you will shine my boots, you will lay out my clothing and wonder at the softness of my lingerie, you will rub oil upon my skin and marvel aat the way I soak up the golden light at the end of a day we spent together. In return you will live inside the most extraordinary thing available to a man like you: my full, genuine, sustained attention, chosen with my eyes open, given to someone I have decided is worth knowing completely.
My care, when you have earned it, is not small. My world, once I allow you into it fully, is a place that will ruin you for anything less.
I know precisely what I am offering.
The question is whether you are worth offering it to, and worth being molded in my carefully crafted image.
The slave's name was Joe. A blue collar man in his mid 50's and of Italian heritage. he spoke cautiously about his "lifestyle"; the kink, the bdsm, the desire to be owned. I listened knowing others in the bar were watching, curious about why I would have interest in the "weirdo" It's so long ago now that I don't remeber My initial reaction but I know I was interested and excited by the idea that this slave wanted to be owned. That idea was very powerful and enough to overcome any of this slave's physical shortcomings. I agreed to come to the slave's home and take a tour of his dungeon the next week. I really had no idea of what I was about to experience in just a few days.
More on the dungeon tour later....
As it turned out, the conversation with the slave put Me on a new and exciting path that, with some detours, I still find Myself on today. So, I got a message today because someone was offended by my responce to their message to me... They felt my profile was too long to bother reading and wanted me to cut to the chase... was I still married. The opening of my profile explaines that I am a WIDOW! So, yes, the message ticked me off a bit and they got the full brunt of my anger. Instead of going back and looking to see why I had called them an idiot, to see what they had missed that made them look so stupid and foolish, they wrote me again, trying to insult me this time, making themselves look dumber still! Like guys, seriously, it is a special kind of stupid that writes someone who opens their profile saying they are a widow, and asks if they are still married. Try, just try to send messages that don't totally insult someone if you are attempting to start a relationship that requires massive amounts of trust! Just spend a minute and read the stupid profile people! Most any store you go into now asks you to take a survey when you leave so they know how they can improve. A lot of websites, social media groups, blogs etc, will belittle someone leaving who dares to give feedback about just why. "It's not an airport, you don't have to announce your departure".Those kinds of snarky remarks and the childish attitudes of the users, are often the main reason someone will decide to cease participating in any particular group. Apparently, those managing these sites don't really care why people stop coming back.I myself don't announce my leaving or the reasons for it, I just go. Sometimes I'll check back in a year or two to see if that bunch of people still exists online and often it is gratifying to see that my judgment was correct and the group is dead or almost so.Now, I'm not planning on leaving CS, but I would like to give some feedback if the owners ever read these journal entries. This site is nearly stagnant and I think the long wait to approve a new profile or change an existing one has a lot to do with it. It's a huge turn-off and block to new members, many of whom will leave if they're not able to participate quickly and will probably forget they even created a profile here after a couple of weeks.So, it's the same people here every time. Nothing against any of them, but if they weren't interested in me the last 25 times I was online, I don't think they are gonna leap to to get to know me anytime soon. We need new blood here to keep things moving or CS risks becoming another uninteresting, moribund website.Okay, it took a long time for me to get there but it's been said. Back to surfing.
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.
It's so tempting maintaining control. Giving your will to another is scary. Planting myself in your mind and triggering you where and when I want, such a rewarding experience. You'll slowly surrender to my voice. You never know when you're going to submit. When the proverbial rug of sanity will disappear under your foot, just it will happen. Your body will tremble. My voice is stronger than you desire to disobey. When I speak, you wait expecting. Can you live in that terror. Always expecting. Do I terrify you. Are you willing to give it all
Since I seem to get the same questions over and over I will answer them here and save me and anyone asking time and effort:
Q: Would you consider a male slave?/Do you ever play with a male sub?
A: Not really. My style of BDSM is very sexual and since males doesn't attract me sexually I wouldn't enjoy a male slave. I might consider a male slave as part of a submissive couple, but then again he couldn't expect much sexual interaction between him and me.
Q: Would you consider a CD/TV/Sissy as your slave?
A: I might consider it if you are part of a couple where the other party is a sub female, or if you are very feminine, very young and very submissive.
Q: Would you train my wife if I send her to you for a limited time and send me photos and films of you training and using her?
A: Yes I would if you really send her AND if she is in on it. The problem with the couples and men asking for this is they disappear and erase their profile after 20 - 30 messages and sometimes the same number of mails. Most probably they were roleplaying and there was no wife OR she wasn't in on it and they din't dare to suggest it to her, or if they did she wouldn't play along.
Q: Would you train me on-line?/Would you claim me as your on-line slave?
A: Probably not. I used to say no way, but during the pandemic I did have a few sexual relationships with submissive girls in several countries using telephone and/or various chat apps. We shared our dirty fantasies, we shared orgasms and I had some of them do painful and perverse things on themselves on my command. Now when the pandemic seems to be over and IRL contact is possible again on-line relationships seems less attractive. I live the lifestyle IRL and even an on-line slave girl takes time and effort. It's not a definite no, but you would have to be very special and very devoted for me to consider an on-line slave. What if mosquitos in fact bite everyone, but not everyone has a reaction to the bite? There's probably science on this, but I like my theory. That's it for today.
Wait. I just reread what I wrote at the beginning of the month about overcoming obstacles. My people, I am actively working on it. I have four different professionals for four different things and a to do list a mile long that I shorten as I can. Still some scary stuff, still some out of reach stuff, but progress. I am a (wo)man of my word. At least I'm trying to be. Okay, now that's it for today. I've earned it. If I send a repeat email to anyone, my apologies, as I know copy-paste and repeat messages can drive a person a bit nuts. Back in the day when you could search your inbox for a user name, I could prevent that kind of lapse. Unfortunatley now there's not many options to double check such history before hitting send.
Just to add to this, seriously, the email system is TERRIBLE. I wish it would thread replies, so I didn't have to dig through piles and pages of random messages to find one from someone I found interesting. I"ve had conversations language during high volume email patches, and it's not because I was bored with the conversation. Even being able to sort by user name would be nice. Not wanting a Daddy.
Don't need a Trainer.
Not interested in a Protector either. I'm not a damsel in distress here...Eyeroll
I desire a Leader, a Leader that I can trust in and put my faith in to FOLLOW...Werewolves make fabulous Leaders, I hear. Lol
Just saying!
To be a Domme
This ideology (that you have to peg someone to dominate them) is everything that is wrong with femdom porn.
I don’t need to penetrate anything other than your mind to dominate you.
Dominance is not about penetration.
Exchanging power is not about penetration.
I assert my dominance by being dominant.
I can lay back, have you penetrate me, and I am still in control simply because I am dominant.
I can suck your cock, have your cock penetrate my mouth, and I am still in control simply because I am dominant.
I can go on all fours, have your cock penetrate my ass, and I am still in control simply because I am dominant.
No act is inherently dominant or submissive. Most especially penetration.
BDSM and D/s is not about the things that you can do - it is how you love. Accuse me of having no manners. If you do, OI laugh at you. I have responded to many profiles out here over the many years and 9 out of 10 don't get a reply. I basically say hi, mention a little about me, sometimes I mention they should read my profile, I ask questions.
The other 1 out of 10 that do repley, usually seem to continue a back and forth in exchanging messages but whemn I bring up maybe meeting sometime or doing a chat online or something more interactive than sending the equivalent of email messages, people go silent.
FRAUDS! That what this place chuck full of. I doubt anybody meets anyone anymore from this site in person. It is all fun and games and killing time and not being serious about meeting anyone.
. In correspondence with a gent, I was inspired to write this. I am posting it here because it will help you understand me.
Q1 - Are you looking for a Unicorn?
Since it has only been a few months since my beloved hubby died, I am NOT seeking My Unicorn at this time. Instead, I seek D/s friends and experiences so that I can enjoy My Dominance.
Q2 - What do you like to do or have done to you?
I'm not going to list specific sexual activities here. You can read my preferred activities in my profile. I put much care into what I have selected there.
I will, however, tell you about Me and My sexuality. I enjoy connected conversation, a gents' scent as we hug and that tingle in My loins as he kisses My hand. I enjoy the angst on his face when I direct him to lift My hair while I put on My jacket. An then, I revel in the public intimacy as he reaches into the warmth at the nape of My neck and lifts My hair.
I'm very oral and tactile. I love kissing, massage and foot worship. I love to be touched and tasted. Yes, he shall tend Me. But more, he shall adore Me. I am possessive of My boys' genitals and ass. CFNM seems a natural way of being and reinforcing status. I am private. My gent and I understand the quality of our time together. But, it's nobody else's business.
LadyD. I'm seeking local subs to have real-time play with. I get a lot of messages asking Me to make an exception and I don't find it that fun to sit around on a computer while you guys perform on cam. If there is a different type of online serving that interests you, feel free to message.
As for Local subs who are available to play....
I am seeking a locked sissy maid for domestic service. Located in the NW Ohio area. After being fully vetted I will expect you to travel to Me. Dressed (wear your own or I will ). The domestic duties can be wild or mild it just depends on O/our relationship.
I also am seeking a foot slave. The feet of a Goddess deserve to be worshiped. The seriously stinky and fresh smell after I take off My shoes. Warm wet feet right in your face to be worshipped just doesn't really feel the same online. Although an only foot slave situation could interest Me what I really want is real time.
My creative mind wants more but these two types of subs are what I want the most these days.
Ok, so I have noticed some changes here lately, mostly on the positive side. That's always a good thing. What I haven't seen, and this might just be my own fault, is I haven't noticed many new LOCAL users. So, perhaps the recruitment feature could be more active? lol.
I really could use a Dominant/Top Lady friend for some fun and companionship. I think the local supply isn't interested in me. I deserve better than I have been receiving from people online . .crumbs . .being ignored . . .thought of maybe once a week interested eh maybe? remember once in a while when desperate needing something maybe interested? use me . . .no, no, just absolutely NO! I deserve very interested! I am the dream, the love, the Queen the one to love and fall for to spoil to think of constantly, talk to lots; I am important! I know I desesrve this and won't accept the bs I've been getting. The barely human treatment little piece of crap . . .that is NOT me and NOT what I deserve! I won't accept anything less! I have so much to give and I deserve the same treatment! I deserve AMAZING treatement! I know you're out there and coming to treat me this way . . .
26-10-2023 A little update about me.Stil overweight, but since yesterday only 19 kilogram to go. Since may 2022 I am losing wieght and getting more fit. This is important to me, my health is now top priority. Years before never really intrested in my health, but now I do.
Also dealing with the effect of a burnout and recovering from that. energy levels are really important to me. I want to invest my energy in good people. A young woman asked me a question about posturing
I will share my view on that subject as there is so much of it on lifestyle sites and I feel most of it is pure bull shit.
There was a time, when, how lifestyle folks presented themselves in public and in private, told who they were. It was far more subtle. Subs and slaves did not announce who they were and dominants did not have to call themselves owners or dominants or masters because both sides looked for those tell tale signs and vice versa.
You could walk into a room filled with vanilla folks and pick out who was in command and who was subservient and who the clueless were.
A submissive would make less eye contact in public seem more shy, talk less or only when spoken to. More dominant types were bolder, asked the questions, initiated the conversations and so on. You knew by their "presence" who they were, not by their words or self given titles.
Lifestyle folks looked for such things and recognized each other, were drawn to each other.
The advent of the internet and sites like this and others, produced a bunch of wannabe owners and dominants who posture and preen and say "I am" when they are not.
You will see a 20 something male, working at McDonald's and living in a walk up rental, calling himself Master and demanding that women bow to him. He has an old beater car, no savings, no future, he has not even began to master his own life. Now he claims he can be master of a sub or slave. These are the people who demand a sub "posture" for him and demand the sub call him sir or master. It's his ego speaking, not his dominance or mastery of anything.
We married in the early 70's as a natural dominant and natural submissive but those words were never spoken for at least 20 years. Married in 71 but it took me until 86 to even begin to master my life. In 86 I walked away from a high paying factory job and created my first major business, an auction house. That began a lifetime of building businesses, getting them up to profitability and then selling them.
Even then, I never once called myself a Master.
We opened the marriage to others from time to time and it was always her seeking a dominant type and myself seeking a submissive type. We could do so because we were secure in who we were, who we each belonged to.
I played with a submissive on and off for few years who called me "Mister B" but she always made it a joke, a way of poking fun at me. She would say it with emphasis on the Mister and then she would laugh at me. She was secure in who she was and knew that I was as well.
Among the very best of submissives that I ever played with in those years, was a woman who was in upper management of a major corporation. At work they called her the dragon lady and people were actually afraid of her because she could make or break a career.
She called me "Donkey" from the movie Shrek and she claimed she was my dragon. She served me with her entire being.
It is not about posture or titles, it is about who we are and how we are, that makes us owners or dominants, subs or slaves.
Don't buy into the hype, the hype is bull shit. Look at who they are, what they have accomplished. Look at how they help those around themselves.
In the words of Mohamed Ali, an ultimate Master, "look at how they treat those who can not benefit them in any way". If they treat the waiter poorly, run.
A true master protects, builds up those around themselves, looks to help the less fortunate, looks to promote others to be all they can be and does not say worship me.
A master is. They are not someone who calls themselves as such.
A sub or slave, looks for such people and wants to help them by combining their power with the power of the owner or dominant or master.
I seek to serve nature as her sub/slave. She is far greater than myself, a worthy mistress with no ego. By doing so, I gain as well.
I seek those who feel that is something worthy of doing and want to add their power to my own.
I say openly that by myself, I am not enough, that I need your power added to my own. Even then, I fully understand that we will not be enough but we can make some small difference.
If you feel a need to serve such a man, I would humbly welcome your support.
Then, in the future and only if you feel that I have proven to you, that I am worthy to be called your owner or dominant or master, I will be thankful and we will continue the work together.
Things that excite Me in a slave
Addiction
Infatiuation
Obsession
Devotion
Worship
Providing Me Attention
Sacrifice
Restriction
Whimpering
Obesiance
Surrender
Dedication
Persistence
Patience
UNREQUITED LOVE
Come, darlings, step into Goddess' world. Find your true self in My Control. Be Amazed by Me. Revolve yourself around Me.
Dear Dad:
To my dearest dad, so strong and so kind,
In your footsteps, adventure I always find.
Through mountains and valleys, you led the way,
Molding me into who I am today.
Your courage and spirit, a constant guide,
In every challenge, you stand by my side.
With laughter and stories, you filled each day,
Teaching me to be fearless in every way.
So here's a thank you, from deep in my heart,
For all the adventures, for each new start.
For being my rock, my compass, my light,
I'm grateful for you, my dad, day and night.
Thank you for all the lessons you've shown,
For making me brave, for helping me grown.
I'm proud to be yours, in every way,
Thank you, dear dad, for shaping me this way. Japan has been an interesting getaway. I really am too fussy of an eater to really appreciate the culinary experience here. Most of the ramen offerings will be pork related and that annoys me. I did find a wagyu ramen last night but it was a bit underwhelming. The shopping is probably the highlight of the trip. More specifically the boutique stores with streetwear like Supreme, Undefeated, Atmos, etc. Unfortunately I did not find the BDSM scene while here. Oh, Universal Studios was fun. If you’re too discreet to send a picture, it’s best we don’t waste each other’s time. You can’t form a genuine connection with someone you won’t even show your face to.
"She knew he was about to finish. She could tell.
His grip on her hips got stronger, his breathing picked up, he started going even faster. It wasn't exactly subtle, but it wasn't anything he needed to hide anyway. She kept doing what she'd been doing from the moment he slid in: moaning, pushing back, being for him.
He came. She did not.
They stayed locked together panting a few moments. His cock twitching, emptying into her. Her head hung low. He gave her a squeeze and a kiss on the back of the neck.It wasn't as though she used to cum from being fucked, at least not all the time. It was just that she used to care that she didn't. There's be disappointment, there'd be frustration.Now, she didn't even notice. It didn't cross her fluffy, mostly-empty mind. The constant need was normal. The itch to be scratched had stopped being an itch, just become part of how she was. That she even could have cum from being fucked had long been forgotten.Good girls don't cum, so... what?
Nothing was missing.
When he pulled out she turned around straightaway, like she'd been trained, and took his cock into her mouth. To clean herself off of him, to clean whatever drops of him he hadn't left inside her already, and to thank him for letting her be useful.It had felt good, obviously. So good. So, so good. But it wasn't for her.
It was for him. Just like all of her was. She had purpose now, not like before. He'd saved her from that, given something better to her. Given her what she'd really been meant for.
So being thankful was important.
Certainly, much, much more important than cumming could ever be."
Philosophically at the beginning stage (when both people are technically 'free' to make choices), the Master approaches an agreeable sub about their mutual interest in providing that necessary slave for Him. This early period is like consulting a surrogate, whose only purpose is to carry the 'new entity' to full-term, dutifully hand it over to Him, and disappear out of sight, ceding to Him the full Reign, Supreme Authority and Ownership over the new slave. Every now and then however, He may still need to consult the remote surrogate for operating manual details that He doesn't yet fuly understand, but His goal is to eliminate that surrogate entirely, and assume exclusive control over His property.
During this delicate surrogate stage, Master gets to practice His skills over the sub, giving it a taste of His Domination, making it realize that He is merely tolerating it, only until it delivers His slave, and then it will be discarded. That will happen when the surrogate finally signs the M/s contract on the slave's behalf, willingly transferring authority to Him, so that the Master rightfully assumes full ownership and responsibility over His property in perpetuity. From that moment on, Master sees only a slave before Him. Absolutely no idea where this came from but it resonates so profoundly!
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 seeks.
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 drive 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, as well as in life.
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;
and be able to translate that into the right thing to do. The “doing or saying without having to be told” type. The submissive begs easily and surrenders sweetly. They understand the concept of respect and surrender and can make it happen after initial learning with little or no additional instructions. They embrace the surrender gratefully and lovingly.
These individuals usually form very intimate relationships. There is not much downside to these relationships, because they not only grasp the concepts, but can make it happen as well, and their attraction is based on a strong mutual respect.
Their strong relationship is not readily apparent to the unobservant, but they are always subtly in the 24/7 mode. The fact that these things come forth naturally and without the need for orders is a great source of pride, satisfaction, and loving. They are the opposite side of the coin from the Authoritarian. Whose pride, satisfaction, and love come from strictness and forbearance.
Why don't skeletons fight each other? They don't have the guts
For the last two months I've been packing and unpacking everything I own. I've had a new home built and have been setting it up. Today is the first day I have had the time to set down and clear my mind. I have been reading a member's journal all day until my battery has died. I'm going to steal one of her lines and put it in my journal. I would love to find that kind of relationship where she is like butter and I am like warm toast, we melt into one. At night she backs into my arms and I hold her, tight to let her know I have her, when I roll over she instinctively snuggles up behind me like she has my back at night. This can only be achieved with totaly open and honest communication about what we both want and need from each other. TRUST.
Thought for the day (its been a while i know)
It appears every submissive has a profile that state's what they do or don’t want.
Is this lifestyle about what the submissive wants or what they can do or learn to do for the Dominant?
True submission will surely mean that limits will be established then trust can grow and in time its abilities to please will evolve.
As said by some of my ex-girlfriends and encounters:"He has piercing eyes that penetrate and look straight into you. He uses his mind to become keenly attuned to your energy and direct it to its fullest potential. Yet, he has a heart that is deeply compassionate and embraces those in his care. My interaction with his energy served as a catalyzing agent for me. I found myself able to trust and let go and experience a delectable taste of sunspace.""You eat pussy better than a woman."As my gf once said to a young lady:"I hope we can all get together sometime soon. My bf definitely knows what he's doing in the bedroom and has a fabulous cock! :-) He also has lots of fun things to play with....it will be fun to introduce you to his toys and such. I look forward to kissing you and exploring your body.....I hope we can work out a time!" Sunday 12th Nov 2023
Chilling now after a busy weekend. I am designing wrapping next which will go on my shop. It will be lovely to have my own design to wrap gifts in.
P.S Live near London and take my NO at my 1st answer or get blocked. Pretty simple folks.
I wish I knew someone near me who could make clothes. I can design the fabric pattern and get it printed. Meanwhile a thoughtful submissive driver to go to out together with would be fun.Where's a cute little bitch when I need one.
Saturday 11th Nov 2023
Art day today and baking tomorrow as I have guests visiting. The Mawning munch is in a few weeks. I miss going to Club Pedestal but my driver required. I would prefer a younger guy who can keep up with my energy levels.
Friday 10th Nov 2023New to Collarspace but not the fetish scene. My main profile is on FL. I go to my local munch in Romford, they have great food there. See you there sometime at the Mawney Munch in Romford Essex UK. HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE.
DRINK RESPONSIBLE TONIGHT.
BE SAFE AND HAVE FUN!!
Simple Life For A slave
Written by submissive4dominant
its a simple life for a slave. it is removed from the trails and tribulations of the world, it just has one focus, one thing to concentrate its attention on…Master. it can only do its best to follow every order to make life for Master as comfortable, pleasurable and easy as possible. Master has to think, it just has to do.
it has spent the day cleaning, preparing food, working out to make its body attractive for Master, meditating and focusing on how it can be a better slave, maybe practising a new skill it has been told to learn. A text alerts it to the fact that Master is 5 minutes away so it pours His favourite wine and kneels by the door, head bowed.
What happens next will depend on Masters mood. Mostly He will grab the wine, dump His briefcase for the slave to put away and slump onto the sofa. Unless ordered otherwise, the slave will crawl over and carefully remove Masters shoes and give Him an expert foot rub, whilst Master drinks and comes down from the stresses of the day. Of course if it has been a particularly bad day Master might need a different form of attention, need to get rid of His frustrations before He can truly relax. A slap to the kneeling slave as He comes in is the signal that it should go and position itself below the frame, offer its body for Master to release His tension on.
Yes, its a simple life. the slave just needs to live in the moment, it never knows what to expect, doesn’t need to..it just accepts, just obeys. Will it be slapped, will it be stroked…it doesn’t matter each comforts it, lets it know it is fulfilling its purpose in life.
It's been a while since I posted so why not. Settled into things a lil, but still adjusting to the new and work hours. Not sure if this is going to be were we land but I'll have a better idea after winter. Have yet to meet anyone outside of work, but working on it. I'm not really use to almost everything closing by 8pm except bars...lol Am looking forward to our first holidays here. Switch the Halloween tree to the Xmas tree this weekend, excited about our new ornaments this year. 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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Since adding journal entries won't cause my profile to need re-approval, I'm adding this after reading some of the profiles on the site.
I'm looking for trans Dommes or switches. No men or women unless you're exceptional, sorry, I've been attracted to trans women since 2011 (I was bisexual then). I'm not looking for sub trans girls because being a Domme doesn't really come naturally to me. I can be a Domme for sure, have been for years since it's so hard to find Dommes of both the trans and cis types. I also met too many subs and was interested in cyber RPs a lot then. Not so much anymore unless you're really good, because my tastes have changed over 15 years.
I very rarely chat to couples though I used to meet good ones on Reddit. Maybe 1 so far. It depends on if you're sincerely interested in trans girls or sissies.
I like watching gangbang and reverse gangbang porn, but probaby won't do it IRL. Not even a sissy orgy which I dream about so often. Fantasies and reality should be separate. I want someone exclusive in general, and please don't contact me if you're part of or looking for a poly household. Couples or being part of a throuple (a third wheel, not a fourth), will be very rare if at all and I'd probably be looking for my own lover anyway even if I was part of one, so you might be better off contacting someone who's poly.
I watch cuckold and cuckquean porn, and it'll be most likely a polite no if you're interested in acting out those things IRL. I don't mind acting as the occasional sissy cuck who cleans up a woman after she gets a huge fat cock, or maybe as the trans bull in some situations. Depends on what mood the three of us are in. I also do think of cuckqueaning trans or cis women sometimes, such as tying them up and making them watch me with a younger or sexier chick with bigger tits and an arse. That said, those RPs will probably be for hookups only, and I'd avoid them in general. I don't want to get into a relationship and destroy it with either type of cucking, though if you have strong fantasies about it, we can roleplay it anytime. For example, with dildos, fleshlights, body forms, etc.
If you're a cuckoldress or a polyandrous hotwife/polygamous couple/polygynous Dom, please avoid contacting me unless you understand that no matter what, I won't be completely submissive to you forever or a 'perfect cuckold'. I could be in the bedroom during the RP and Dom if you ask me to have sloppy seconds later, but I won't be exclusive to you at all or a complete slave, unless you can devote yourself to me as a Domme in the exact same way.
I prefer gentle, caring Mommy Dommes instead of heartless and cruel bitch Dommes, though I don't mind some sadistic and humiliating or hurtful RPs if you enjoy them too. I just want a Domme to serve who isn't selfish and all about herself, which seems to be most of them. A Domme is slightly more in charge of the relationship than her sub, but it doesn't mean she ignores and disregards her sub's feelings. Think of the dynamic in the same way as a male Dom who has to take care of his sub as well even if he dominates her, or else she'll find someone else.
If you didn't take note of this in my previous journal entries, please don't contact me at all if you're a pro Domme or expect any sort of tributes and dumb contracts to be signed which only benefit you. I've seen them all and IDC in the slightest about paying to act as if I'm being cared for. Some of you are disappointed in what you find online and IRL, and I don't really blame you because most subs and Dom/mes aren't very good at what they claim to do. It's very frustrating to put in efforts for your relationships or dates and find someone who half-arses it. I get it, but your previous disappointments have nothing to do with me, and vice versa. I've had enough people contact me on here and other social media explaining that a Domme needs tribute to show obedience and that you feel you've wasted enough time putting in efforts for useless subs. It's a joke and a pretty laughable reason. I've heard of enough pseudo-Dommes who ask for money and then vanish without giving a promised video or RP, or the ones who realize that it can be a very easy cash grab and pretend to be exclusive while contacting a million subs to get money up front, and then release nothing or piss-poor quality content. I don't see why my money should go to a user or liar, and I probably have no reason to trust people more than they trust me. We can just keep it mutually beneficial and respectful without exchanging money or false promises, and if that doesn't work out, we move on.
Happy hunting, all. Yesterday, Thursday: 15/08/2024
Dear Diary,
MY day begins at 10 AM, just as I like it—on MY own terms. I wake up knowing that the world is MINE to shape, and I take MY time easing into the morning. MY routine is deliberate: a workout that awakens MY body, followed by a long, hot shower where I let the steam clear MY mind. As I prepare for the day, I’m already planning MY moves, each one purposeful.
Dressing for the day is a ritual, even when I’M working from home. Today, I chose something comfortable yet powerful—an outfit that reminds ME of the strength I carry. Before I head to MY home office, I check MY phone, smiling as I see the messages from MY submissives. They know what pleases ME, and today, I’VE received a few thoughtful gifts—tokens of their appreciation and respect. It’s a satisfying reminder of the influence I hold, and I allow MYSELF a moment to savour it.
MY home office is where the magic happens. As a web designer, I create, innovate, and build. The morning is spent in focused work—crafting designs, and connecting with clients. Even though I’M not in a traditional office, MY presence is undeniable. Every email, every project, every call reflaspects MY vision and MY control. I love knowing that MY work drives success and shapes the online world. I’M in charge, and it feels exhilarating.
In the afternoon, I switch gears to focus on growth and giving back. I mentor young black female entrepreneurs, helping them navigate challenges and harness their strengths. Empowering others is part of MY power, and I take pride in guiding them. Their progress fuels ME, just as much as MY own success.
As evening falls, I pour MYSELF a glass of Hennessy and dive into the course I’M developing. This project has been months in the making, and tonight, the ideas are flowing effortlessly. The warmth of the drink, the satisfaction of creating something meaningful—it’s a perfect combination. This course will be a game-changer, and I’M excited to see it come to life.
The night deepens, but I’M energised. I’M building something incredible, and I know it. When I finally wrap up, I feel a deep sense of accomplishment. I’M not just a woman with a career—I’M a force, shaping MY world with precision and pride.
As I lay in bed, I reflect on the day. I’M proud of who I AM—strong, confident, and in control. The gifts from MY submissives, the success of MY work, the course I’M creating—it all reminds ME that I navigate this world with grace, power, and a touch of indulgence. Tomorrow is another day to conquer, and I’M ready. This is MY world, and I own it.
BLACK GODDESS xx Well It is Reserved its accomodation at Hotel Zero, VIP passes x3 for Montreal Fetish Weekend and flights booked.
I had guests fetish Model friends from the UK and another Dom who was claiming it till something happened to him coming all with it.
Now it feels lost that it might be going to this event by itself. Till it finds it feet there and hopefully like other Newbie first timers to this MFW event we get thru The Meet and Greet cocktail first night event on the 29th August and meet others to connect with especially for the play parties. Recently I decided to start looking for a Dominant/partner(s).
I am Ethically Non-Monogamous and happily so. I am sure, with that hitch, that finding the Dominant I am looking for will be challenging.
This July, after getting therapy for 2 1/2 years, I woke up one morning wondering if I had gotten it "wrong." This wasn't for the lack of trying. I've attempted a power dynamic four different times.
What if I was attempting to fit myself into a container created by stereotypical spiel of what a submissive is? The spiel is that you must have a 24/7 relationship to be happy. And there was a sure way to do power dynamics and a specific way not to do power dynamics.
During my time of hiatus in relationships, I've explored a lot. I've developed a sweet co-parenting kinky caregiver arrangement with two individuals, a sadomasochism connection with a good friend, and an exploration of what makes me happy. This week while I have been lying in bed thinking about missing having someone hold me accountable for reading and writing book reports. I was part of this dynamic a while ago in a recent relationship. I came to love the expectation and being expected to do this, but the connection was riddled with potholes and unhealthy manipulation. The slave practice of this is what a friend describes as an Academic Power Slave.
I'm going to need to unpack this more. I have already had someone reach out and ask me what I am looking for right now. I can say that I am not looking to "hook up" with someone to get a perceived need met and fulfilled quickly.
What I am looking for, what I do know, is that I am looking for four things.
I am looking for someone(s) who wants to have a committed relationship with me.
Who is looking for non-traditional services, like a concierge and specialized services.
Who has their mental health and ducks in a row and puts continuous work on themselves.
Who is comfortable and affirming non-monogamy.
The Weight of Three Minutes : End
"Unzip my skirt," I ordered, my voice rougher now, the command firm. "Slowly."
His hands emerged from behind his back with visible reluctance, as though the loss of that self-imposed restraint felt like a diminishment. He found the zipper at my hip with trembling fingers and drew it down with excruciating care, the teeth separating inch by inch, the fabric parting to reveal what I wore beneath, thigh-high stockings in sheer black, the lace tops pressing into my skin, and between them, nothing but my own arousal, glistening and undeniable.
I let the skirt fall, stepping out of it with deliberate grace, and settled back against the chair with my legs parted just enough to display everything he was forbidden to touch. I watched his gaze track down my body, watched the moment he registered my wetness, the visible evidence of what his submission had done to me.
"Look at what you can't have," I taunted, and heard the cruelty in my own voice, the deliberate sharpening of his hunger. "You over steeped my tea. You don't get to taste this."
He made a sound: helpless, desperate, and I saw his hands clench at his sides, the struggle for control visible in every line of his body. His arousal was unmistakable now, straining against the constraint of his clothing, and I let my gaze linger there deliberately, acknowledging what I was denying him even as I refused to relieve it.
I held his eyes for a long moment, letting him feel the weight of my decision, the absolute nature of my control. Then I reached forward and caught his hair in my hand, gripping tight enough to direct him, to control every movement.
"You over steeped the tea," I repeated, my voice dropping to something almost gentle, almost tender in its cruelty. "So you're going to steep yourself in me."
I pulled him forward without ceremony, pressing his face between my thighs with deliberate force. He made a sound of surprise, gratitude, desperate relief, and then I felt it, the hot wet pressure of his tongue finding me, eager and unskilled in his hunger, lapping at me with the desperate thoroughness of someone who knew this was his only permitted release.
I held him there with my grip in his hair, setting the rhythm, controlling the pressure, using his mouth exactly as I needed. I gasped, my own arousal cresting faster than I had expected, sharpened by the power of holding him, directing him, denying him everything but this service. "Don't you dare stop too soon. I'll make you regret it."
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue finding my clit with desperate precision, lapping and circling with the frantic energy of someone who knew his pleasure depended entirely on mine. I felt the heat building, the tight coil of release gathering at my core, and I rode his face harder, grinding against his mouth with abandon, using him exactly as I had promised.
The orgasm hit me suddenly, violent and consuming, my body arching as I cried out, my grip in his hair tightening painfully. I held him there through it, not allowing him to retreat, forcing him to feel every pulse, every aftershock, to understand completely that he had served his purpose. My chest heaved, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and I let my head fall back against the chair, savoring the weight of satisfaction the ruined tea had failed to provide.
I held him there a moment longer than necessary, feeling the wet heat of his face against my thigh, the subtle tremor in his shoulders as he waited for my permission to move. Then I released my grip on his hair, letting my hand fall to rest on the arm of the chair, and I looked down at him with the lazy satisfaction of someone who had taken exactly what she wanted.
"Better," I murmured, the assessment carrying the weight of both praise and dismissal. "At least you can follow some instructions."
He brings what I need without being asked, which is the only acceptable way to bring anything in this house. Cool water, a warm cloth, everything arranged with the quiet efficiency of a man who has understood that the aftermath of my pleasure is as sacred as the pleasure itself and deserves the same quality of attention. He assists me back into my clothing with careful hands, smoothing fabric, fastening what needs fastening, restoring the precise and elegant exterior that the world sees when it looks at me. When I am dressed he steps back and kneels without being told.
"Devotional," I say, and hand him The Binder, observing him as he flips to the correct page. "Then lunch."
He bows his head, and begins reciting from the large book.
"She is the standard and the destination.
What I give is never enough until she glows.
I serve the aftermath as I serve the moment.
I am most fully myself at the bottom of her world.
This is my honor. This is my purpose. This is my place."
He rises, bows one last time, moves to the kitchen, and begins preparing lunch as I stretch out in the sun on a love seat with my book in hand, feeling like a cat that caught the cream.
(Finis/End) New drinking game!
Go on Collarspace and do a shot every time you see a phrase "Don't write to me if you..." in someone's profile.
I guarantee you are going to pass out under the table. Verified. If you're going to write to me, please prove that you're real by naming a medical condition that can be caused by a chemical element which, if combined with a certain noble gas, is able to emit coherent light of the same wavelength in nanometres as the number of the bus route to Balmain wharf.
Otherwise I'm just gonna assume that you're a fake! Seller accepted everything I wanted.. Down to the last details. In underwriting and waiting for a closing date. This limbo has been emotionally draining.
I have clients who are sticking by me, wondering if they have one more appt. , or am I leaving.
It seems it will be soon, just don't know when.
I have all sorts of emotions. I'm feeling so ambivalent and anxious.
I'm stepping so far out of my comfort zone.
I will know noone, will have to learn a whole new area. Grow a circle of new friends, find doctors, dentists, car maintenance, vet, etc etc.
I will be setting a cottage for my dad, finding a caretaker for the weekends, and setting up braille lessons for him.
There will be much to do, packing, loading moving, unloading unpacking, arranging. On top of this , I'll be going into growing season, which means I will have a lawn on top of landscaping and gardening !
What was I thinking? I'm not 30 😆
I'm going to miss many of my clients, they have become special to me. My friends too ! The comfort of familiarity and confidence in my knowledge of my area. I'm a native to my part of the state.
I will not miss the politics of the DC area.
I've watched it become so contentious and intolerant. I'm so sick of the constant drum beat of pernicious propaganda.
Y'all Im gonna need more than just a Hi for an email or Loved your pics. Show some personality what was the last book, movie, show you really enjoyed. What scene are you in. I am not gonna just carry the whole conversation for you. You want to get to know me start with engaging my mind for the love of all things. I am especially not likely to want to continue a vapid conversation with someone who is hundreds of miles from me so the likelyhood of meeting is very low. I am not going to be spank bank material and just that. As I said before, if I am not your person, don't just stop a convo, please be a decent person, and tell me. Yes its hard, requires some decency, guts, but its the kind thing to do.
On a separate matter, please don't try to insta me, going forwards any further attempts, after I ask you to keep your thirst in check, I will simply block you. I won't just take anyone on, just like that, I need to have a connection with you first, and feel that we are aligned, not just regarding kink, but life views and politics, keep in mind I sit to the left, if you are a right-winger, we will not be a match, and no opposites attract does not apply here.
T
I'm vacinated and boosted, but that doesn't mean I'm just going to hop on a plane and sweep you up out of your life.
a- that's stupid. You probably have work and friends and a life (or at least I would hope you would)
b- distance is my #1 problem factor. I genuinely want to play with someone here, in my nice playspace, not in a hotel room.
c- COVID is still a thing and I'm not looking to take my chances. If I do travel, it's by car or train these days unless it's for work. Here is the deal . Just because you send Me a picture of yourself does not mean I have to send you Mine. If I wanted My picture out there I would have it on My profile now wouldn't I ?
If I get to really know you and think that we might be a possibility I have no problem sending , picture, email and phone.
However and until then don't ask for any of that.
Understand I get several messages a day. Some are ones from another country, some are just looking to " play" some are only in a fantasy space in their heads, some are married , some have their own place and will never move. There are many variations and reasons why I don't go farther with somone. But, those are the main ones.
Honesty seems to be quite rare on here.... First be honest with yourself. We aren't looking for someone perfect, loyalty, honesty and long term that is what I am looking for. That is what I'm used to and like.
And men seriously ... use that little brain of yours. This site is getting more and more scammers of men posing as woman.
They say all the "right things" and some of you believe it, then they ask for money. Wake up, it don't work that way.
A 29 year old model with a stolen only fans picture is NOT after you. he/she/it want's your money
thats it. Don't be stupid and encourage the scammers .
What's odd to me are the lack of guys who drive,vhave a car, want to go to fetish clubs to be played with who are are submissive NOT submission fetishishists and NOT kink dispenser chasers.
A submissive wants to please me first
A submissive knows if I am giving time and play energy he gives his time and energy to please me, therefore we are both giving.
A fetish dispenser chaser is in gimme mode.
A submissive guy who's first topics are not kink and has experience in a Dominant Woman/submissive man relationship with kink mixed in. Frustrating that I feel the need to spell this out after I was asked what a FLR was. <--- yup not experienced guy asking, bye bye. It's interesting to discuss slavery.
People outside the scene only see what the slave gives up.
They cannot see what the slave gains in return.
Of course "our" form of slavery is a mutual agreement, it is not coerced.
Mind you the slave can request as much unfairness in the relationship as they desire.
But even then the slave is getting what they desire.
That's the thing. The slave gives up freedom in return. But that slavery can be freedom in itself. Freedom from the depression society can impose, freedom of sexual expression, freedom to just be.
Copy-paste messages? Really??
Congratulations! You've just been delivered the Kiss of Death section. At the exact moment you should be putting forth real effort to make a first impression, you show me you're too lazy to even try. And the best part? You actually expect authentic engagement from me while you vomit recycled garbage into my inbox. Pathetic.
I don't entertain laziness, and I certainly don't reward it. Goodbye.
Looking for someone local in dallas texas
Listen up, boys. I’m looking for a local sub who actually knows how to kneel, beg, and worship me the way I deserve. Over 35? Perfect. Mature enough to know better, still foolish enough to want it.
You will worship me in every way I please:
Pegging (because sometimes I want to see you squirm)
Ball busting (you’ll learn pain can be pleasure… my kind of pleasure)
Foot worship (my toes aren’t optional—they’re sacred)
Strip roasting (I’ll verbally roast you while you grovel)
Body worship (kneel, lick, beg, repeat)
Trampling (I like to feel your desperate little body under me)
Impact play (spanks, paddles, crops—you’ll earn every one)
I live far away from most please consider the distance between us. I'm looking for IRL and for life, as that is how i see enslavement, full and inescapable. I'm naturally monogamous to One but understand that dynamics evolve, ideally so, and that this could mean changes. Not interested in online romance or submission or cyber sex. I'm single and not interested in joining a couple, a poly household and certainly not a mariied man, it goes against my faith and principles.
I have limits, we all do, but i know that once i kneel at His feet the word no won't be part of my vocabulary. I have a very soft side that hungers for a nurtuting, protective and somewhat possessive Man. I'm probably looking for a Master with a Daddy side. I wouldn't be happy if all i was was a sex toy kept in a cage most of the day.
I am pro patriarchy and traditional gender roles even if i have had a full time job since i was 21 years old and am perfectly capable of making decisions and managing my life. It's a feeling rather than a reality that sometimes one just can't live.
I knew moving from TN to WI was going to be taxing. But living in a hotel for a month, moving into an apartment and unpacking and getting things put in there place in 2 days was exhausting. Following that start orientation with an hour commute there and back is killing me. Who's ready to start that all over Monday? By the time the weekend comes I'm in no mood to meet new people. This lady must have the best profile on CollarSpace: BondageWhore4U
Be more like BondageWhore4U Coming back to CollarSpace after covid years to make new friends, meet people and find a matching partner slave for LTR TPE.
A Master / slave relationship is the ultimate strongest relation providing the most powerfull emotions.
It's a goal, a new relation to build, all Master / slave relations are unique to me as a created from 2 unique persons.
TPE need trust first and discovering each other. It's journey, a path to do together to feed mutual needs.
communication is the most important key.
You don't neeed to be a full commited slave yet just to feel the need to walk on that path. I am testing this out as in the past change came with risk.
We are still a mature couple, I am 72, she is 73. We have been Vaxed, still caught covid despite that and every thing else. We tested negative Sunday 9/3/22, second time since 8/22/22. Still being care full.
We are looking for the following;
male/female slave couple,
female slave,
male/houseboy/slave,
trans, prefer m2f slave,.
Prinary interest Family dynamic with select age in the middle range.
Secondary interest, just about everything else with few limits.
We have another profile here to more pictures there, profile not updated. TheHouseofDaniel.
Just keeping it all honest. Goddess has been back on site for a while, and wants to clarify some about Her Profile.
First, to be clear, Goddess has a fulfilling and rewarding RT Kink and Vanilla Life. She is here to interact with devotees ONLY on this site. No matter how deeply you fall for Me, you are not the exception.
Second, I know My Profile says that I am interested in cis. But I have been incredibly disappointed by the cis who have approached Me. you are all so dull and dim. So, I won't be responding to most messages from cis creatures any longer. And if you don't know what cis means, use google and join the modern age. It's not that hard.
GNC submissives on the other hand, have been delightful. Share your dreams with Me.
You just came home from a long day at the office. I am in the bedroom waiting. I am wearing your favorite nightie with nothing underneath.
I'm already so wet. My nipples are so hard now, and I want to touch them. I want to pinch one nipple with one hand and the other hand is playing with my pussy. Waiting and not being able to touch myself, is torture. And you know it. I can hear your smooth measured steps on the wooden floors. You stop in the kitchen, open the fridge and look through the shelves, making me wait.
The rules are simple. I am never allowed to wear bras or panties while in the house. I am never allowed to touch myself without your permission, and you rarely gives me permission. And when you comes home, I am to wait for you in our bedroom. I try to be a good girl, but sometimes forgiveness is easier to obtain than permission.
I can hear you now walking to the living room. The TV comes on. It's Sportscenter. I could from the theme song.
You're making me wait longer than usual. You never sit and watch TV. Tonight you are punishing me. I just couldn't wait until you came home. home. Yesterday, I just couldn't wait! It was after you called me, and told me about all of the things you were gonna do to me. I was too revved up. So now you are punishing me. You didn't do anything to me. Just watched TV, while my hands were tied behind my back.
To Be Continued Please for the love of a Goddess' attention, do not send penis pics without asking 1st. All unsoliticed penis pics will be sent to gay men.
Please do not contact me with your bucklist of kinks. I don't care.
If you what you want doesn't match exactly what I wrote in my profile, I am not compromsing.
Once again, if you want free Pro Domme services, I'm not your girl. Keep scrolling.
Also I do block people. If you write to me and don't hear back because you have:
1. Sent me a 1 liner (I receive several messages. Find a way to be interesting and beat the competition)
2. Ask me to perform a kink on you that has nothing to do with my profile
3. Asked me to be a sub or switch
4. Offered to lick my p%ssy
5. Waited for me to do all of the communication
then you've probably been blocked.
Legitimate question. Who is it you're trying to entice or impress with a name like AssDestroyer or JizzGobble4u? (Sidenote: I did not look these names up and have no idea if they are actual names, but if they are and its yours, you have no one to blame but yourself.) I know not every person is lured in with rainbows and teddy bears, but does anyone stop and say, WOAH. JizzGobble4u. THAT'S what I've been looking for! Have you ever said your screenname out loud? Try it now, I'll wait...
Is it embarrassing? Would you refer to yourself as that name... hi pizzapuppiescows, jizzgobble4u here but you can call me Tony. Very little judgment, honestly, I'm moreso trying to understand the logic. Alright, slightly more judgment than that because I just can't see anyone owning up to these names and I suspect you're probably an accountant. I keep thinking about scenarios where your name would be needed, like a coffee order, or a reservation. Renting a car. Jizzgobble4u, all one word on the document, no last name. Like Cher. Makes me giggle. Just for fun:
Question: You have one chance, for one honest answer.
You can ask me one question, Any question, about anything no matter how crazy, dirty or wrong it maybe……..
No catch.
But i dare you to post this on your status and see what people ask you! The current rash of folks who are out of my preferred age range, not local, and not submissive has spurred me to actually reach out to some local folks. In doing so, I saw some notes I'd left after reaching out to a few here ... who have since logged on and never wrote back.
No answer is indeed an answer.
Unless there's a specific turn of phrase or stunning picture, I don't reach out to folks who aren't part of the demographic I'm interested in. I also skim profiles in order to avoid folks who've obvious filtered me out ... through given the silence I encounter not everyone is as forthcoming as I am.
Still, every so often the amount of attention prompts me to wonder if anyone actually local might be as interested as folks in another time zone or generation. It's worth a shot, at least. == Results from bdsmtest.org: ==
100% Submissive
90% Rope Bunny
88% Brat
81% Masochist
77% Experimentalist
57% Degradee
52% Voyeur
45% Primal (Prey)
38% Vanilla
21% Pet
20% Slave
18% Exhibitionist
9% Non-monogamist
6% Owner
4% Rigger
0% Daddy/Mommy
0% Ageplayer
0% Brat tamer
0% Degrader
0% Dominant
0% Little
0% Master/Mistress
0% Primal (Hunter)
0% Sadist
0% Switch
BEFORE YOU ASK WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR:
Hopefully at bare minimum I can find someone to chill with and take that friendship and trust beyond what the public sees and into some special erotic level in the bedroom ROFLMAO!
Some moronic dumbinant just messaged me with pre-emptive butthurt and then immediately blocked me.
It was against the site's TOS to paste others' messages into a profile or journal entry last time I edited my journal. It looks like that has been taken out again, but just in case, I'll summarise his idiot message instead, and share my reply that I typed, only to find myself blocked.
He took the time out of his assuredly busy day to tell me that if I had read the site TOS, I would know why my links were rejected (a reference to my profile).
My intended reply:
"If you read the actual statement I made, you would know that the links themselves were not rejected, but that there is a limit to the number of links allowed in a profile. Any particular reason you are messaging a complete stranger just to attempt to throw shade?BTW, you used the wrong your. You're welcome."
I think he didn't like how my profile has limits and boundaries and stuff, which automatically preclude him from ever having a whisper of a chance.
His profile consists of a couple lines demanding potential property be local or pay to relocate themselves, the typical, lazy, "feel free to ask any questions", in leiu of any actual bio, and has no interests selected, and his two journal posts consist of bitching and whining about submissives have standards.
One is about those who want to know what the prospective dominant brings to the table, advising all said subs that we don't belong in the lifestyle, and we should get out, and that any doms who tolerate such are "simps"
The other laments subs whose profiles stipulate any limitations, such as excluding those with certain political or world views (the ones he specifically mentioned are usually to weed out bigoted assholes. Go figure). Charming fellow. I'm so sad that I missed out his domliness due to my totally unsubmissive insistence on not submitting to any old random loser on the internet.
This might describe me better. From a good friend Who knows me well.
Cuck slave seeks his place at the feet of his rightful Owner and Cuckoldress. What I lack in endowment, I make up for with consistency, wit and intellect.
I know who wears the pants (and panties) in the relationship, and I accept and embrace it.
Still learning my way as a cuck. But am enjoying the journey and eager to learn more. Willing to be used as you see fit.
Shopping for harnesses makes me want to design a more woman friendly design
Hello. If you are a truly dominant woman or couple possessing high intelligence and integrity, I have a situation that may interest you. This isn't just about play or BDSM, I am offering a very well compensated job, as well as a life and a jump in lifestyle. Please read it all before you decide. I know telling you I am real and this is legit is a waste of time because all the scammers say that. Notice that my spelling and grammar are correct, and it's not a ridiculous offer, but very reasonable to the right dominant woman willing and able to accept it. You can Google VA caregiver and VA caregiver stipend. When you do, ONLY go to websites ending in dot gov. Anything else is NOT a real government website, though they try to fool you into believing that they are.
I'm going to keep this to facts, because you will either be interested and want more details, or you won't be and there is no need for more info. Please read about me in my profile and journal. I just learned, that because of my cancer and my recent disability rating increase, I will almost certainly be eligible to have a live in caregiver. The VA compensates caregivers really well. I can't mention numbers but you can find them in those URLs. You would basically be helping me around the house with things which are difficult because of my disabilities. By September I should be past all the side effects of the radiation so I won't need all that much help. Which means you could go to school or work another job. I will not give you a free ride. I will expect you to pay something toward the upkeep of the house. I will loan you the money for a car if you don't have one.What I am seeking is a 24/7 domme to enslave me in a consensual non consent relationship. Yes, that means you will need to relocate to Phoenix, AZ USA, because I can't relocate. I own a large, very nice home in a quiet, upscale middle class neighborhood. But I'm only about 12 miles from downtown Phoenix.
I don't want a soft domme. At least not all the time. I need a domme with very dark desires and cruelty. If you are new to BDSM or your own dominance, I can teach you to explore your darkness, dominance and cruelty, which the politically correct BDSM community could not and would not. So inexperience is not an issue for me. Nor do I seek monogamy or constant attention. I would serve only you and anyone you told me to, while you could live your life any way you want to. You can have other slaves, bulls, whatever you want. And you get me for a slave. I'm not weak and useless or a total asshole like most other male subs. I will actually prioritize your happiness because that will make me happy.That's it. This is a description, not an offer. We would not be able to start this until August at the earliest, so that would give us plenty of time to talk, work out details, etc.If you are interested, and by that I mean that if you like the circumstances, you will follow through and actually do this if we connect on that level, then write me. If you know you are not going to do it, then please feel free to ignore this, and I hope you find what you seek. == Results from bdsmtest.org == 100% Dominant 91% Master/Mistress 75% Sadist 72% Owner 67% Brat tamer 67% Vanilla 59% Rigger 56% Experimentalist 50% Primal (Hunter) 40% Degrader 40% Voyeur 29% Rope bunny 24% Exhibitionist 18% Submissive 11% Daddy/Mommy 11% Non-monogamist 0% Masochist 0% Boy/Girl 0% Brat 0% Pet 0% Primal (Prey) 0% Degradee 0% Slave 0% Switch 0% Ageplayer All in the Name
There are still many people on this planet who don’t know the acronym BDSM and what it stands for. Here’s one example of this:
“A company is hiring someone for a Business Development, Sales and Marketing positionufpu damn got it all wrapped up....this is talking about the imagery and also the real life of us that are dark goddess priestess vibes...those who either have their warrior/men of action dark dudes or who are holding out for theirs to come to them...and then girlies like me who are naga the serpent who ejected themselves from the entire equation.
this talksssss about mature topics of power dynamics, what the issues are on both sides, why opposition both in real life and in media keeps us seperate, what happens when/if one of us comes together..and the wildness of ladies like me who are on the roam by ourselves. sooooo warning placed.haha.
for this deep dive we are going back to the classics of anime. especially a classic that was brought to american back in the 00s.
gundam wing(i could've added gundam 08th ms team for that jungle vibe because the main couple is a similar vibe but i didnt)
and slayers
from there we are going to specifically look at three romantic couples that despite enough evidence or direct source material that shows these couples are romantic based the entire fandom tends to question if they are 'legit' or not.
we are talking about:
1.xellos and filla
2. zelgadis and amelia(this one grinds my gears to the end of time that the fandom continuously rejaspects them and falls for the okie dokie bait and switch that zelgadis deserves to be with the good easy docile girl??? we'll talk about that more..this is literally cannon...it's literally in the original work, this isn't fanfiction???)
3. heero and the queen herself relena
talk about a whole ass power couple of infinite strength and finesse that so much of the fandom just can't handle.
the finale person that is not in a couple that i'll be talking about is the one and only naga the serpent. as a young lady who matured physically very early seeing women with big breasts that were often sexualized, tried to be shamed for how their body is, their innocent and playful and wild nature being taken advantage of, and their loud boisterous ways...and yet they always stand on top..they were confident, they leaned into the sexuality that naturally forms from a body like that and make it look good for them. they wielded the sexuality that was given to them in a way that the men and women around them couldn't stand. and only the bad bitch pack could handle it...the archetype of naga tended to never have a man..but if they did the man was a wild one that let her be free and didn't try to cage her and was the supportive ground to her wild nature.
OH HO HO.
and you know a bitch practiced that daily as annoying young otakus do and perfected it.
and you know a bitch practiced that daily as annoying young otakus do and perfected it.
now that the scene is set, we are going to discuss a few topics.....how ameila and filla are literally high priestesses and while they are the light, the are fiery spunky and have a dark goddess vibe.....they have a side of them that the love and light people are often shocked, embarrassed, and disgusted by. and naga is the straight up dark goddess.
we have the men zelgadis, heero. and xellos the man of action. the warrior men, the dark brooding dark gods on display. the men in the fuckin trenches who aren't sweet, who aren't tender but are highly emotional and empathetic due to how life has shaped them.
and then we have the whole juxtaposition.
all of these people are not average people..they are cosmic beasts. powerful, agile, stronger, and more competent than the average person in their world. and the men and women tend to be engaging in their flirting, push and pull, dynamic, and attraction in a subversive power play due to the intense immensity of them.
vanilla people cite that heero trying to kill relena is a reason they can't be a couple. every either part time, fantasy, or someone like me who is a innate lifestyler where it's apart of my natural personality knows that when relena looked at heero with that face they were simply flirting and we knew it was over for her. it was the combo of the thrill the intrigue and the emotional oh hey there good lookin. i'd say if anything besides the fact that vanilla people were looking at it in a normal romance context the clunk was that they were so young. give it time for heero to cook and he'll get that devious dangerous flirt more refined.
u/littletwinstarspeace - the power of 3 will set you free? 3 priestesses and 3 warriors get together..or do they? how does their union which can totally be romantic, but often doesn't, transform the world? how does this work out in real life? and what about the dark goddess who ejaspects herself from…
u/littletwinstarspeace - the power of 3 will set you free? 3 priestesses and 3 warriors get together..or do they? how does their union which can totally be romantic, but often doesn't, transform the world? how does this work out in real life? and what about the dark goddess who ejaspects herself from…
u/littletwinstarspeace - the power of 3 will set you free? 3 priestesses and 3 warriors get together..or do they? how does their union which can totally be romantic, but often doesn't, transform the world? how does this work out in real life? and what about the dark goddess who ejaspects herself from…
and well naga being so powerful and without a dude is she realllllllllly running into those dangerous gangs of men where she usually gets some sort of kidnapped or tied up just for shit and giggles?
u/littletwinstarspeace - the power of 3 will set you free? 3 priestesses and 3 warriors get together..or do they? how does their union which can totally be romantic, but often doesn't, transform the world? how does this work out in real life? and what about the dark goddess who ejaspects herself from…
so we'll be talking about their relationships as the man on the ground the dark goddess priestess, their power dynamic-y ways....why so many especially traditional people don't see these people as actual romantic husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend, lovers, partners, what keeps them separate, why even when they are clearly the pair they tend to be tempted by women who aren't on their level such as lena or distracted by the young lady in kingdom waltz, why it seems in spite of the obvious synergy between these that these men tend to end up with the more docile mismatched woman that they have sexual and fleeting passion for, what the challenge is for the woman, what the challenge is for the man, what happens when these power couples never get together and why in writing and story they do everything in their power including insert some mismatched woman that they usually end up with instead to keep them away, when someone like naga says fuck the system i'm ejecting myself from all this storyline and paving my own way
AND HOW THIS TRANSLATES TO REAL LIFE.
because for some of us bdsm and power dynamics are real.
magic is real.
esotericism is real.
there are real dark goddess vibes, high priestesses, knights, men of action, warriors, and though we don't see it as visual as the media we have our own magic that we wield. and these pairings and the entire thing is a very real real world issue. or situation.
my answer is riding with naga to all this conundrum, peace out and jump off the plane with no safety net or par Since updating a profile takes forever to get approved, I'll update here if anyone takes the time to read it.
We are still traveling full-time in our RV and spend most winters in Arizona. I appreciate those who take the time to read my profile as it's still basically who I am. I am my Master's slave and have been for 14 years. He enjoys loaning me out to other like-minded Masters, though please understand we do not do one-night-stands and require a vanilla setting to meet and get to know anyone he'd lend me to. We both have a lot in our profiles, we have photos, so we are out there for you to get to know. We appreciate the same from others - even if you cannot put a face picture on there, at least tell us a bit about you. What am I seeking?:A strong, dominant male. No older than 50ish. Someone who can have decent conversation and whom is intelligent. Someone who is preferably a Daddy Dom but who is also stern & strict when needed. Also, someone who isn’t focused solely on sex. Why? Because this lifestyle is about way more then that. I also am not interested in someone who only uses sexual things as punishments. That has never made sense to me. I want a friend, a companion. I need someone I can trust and build a bond with. Once again, I am not looking for a sexual based dynamic. Sure, sex is great and all but that really isn’t what the lifestyle is 100% about. I’m not looking for someone to control sexual aspects of my marriage, I keep the two things separate as best I can. I do good with rules but of course not all sexual rules. I need help remembering to take my meds, do my chores and such.
About me:32, West Virginia, I tend to identify as a sub/kitten/little. Meaning I kinda wear many hats. I need a Dom who can appreciate all sides of me and not make me shove one of them aside. I’m not abdl at all, that’s not who I am as a little.I want someone who wants to get to know me as a person, a friend and a sub. submission is a gift and once given it must be cherished and nutured. join with me and be secure and protected,
I' have a Dominant side but also a caring side. I am chivalrous, honorable, loyal, and very protective of those I care about..Im a true friend and look for the same,
I have to stress the most important quality in the person I am seeking is honesty...I know everyone says they're honest but true honesty is a rarity...
“The Lesson in the Red Chair – Part IX: The Kneeling Return”
(Obedient Redemption — Devotional Kneeling — Heightened Submission)
He stood there, breathing unevenly, the echo of your three precise strikes still humming along his nerves. Not pain — memory. Not punishment — correction.
His chest rose and fell like he’d been running. His hands were still locked behind his back. Sweat beaded at the base of his throat.
Perfect.
“You’re forgiven,” I’d told him.
But forgiveness wasn’t the end of his lesson. It was the doorway to the real devotion.
“Now,” I said, stepping back just enough for him to feel the loss of my nearness, “kneel.”
He didn’t drop quickly this time.
No.
He sank.
Slowly. Reverently. Intentionally.
As if each inch downward was an offering.
His knees touched the floor with a soft thud, but he kept his back straight, chest open, throat exposed. His hands stayed behind him, the posture tighter, more disciplined than before. He didn’t sway this time. He forced stillness through sheer will.
Because now it wasn’t about holding a position.
It was about earning your approval.
He lowered his gaze— not in shame, but in worship.
“Look up,” I said softly.
He did.
And gods, the expression on his face… Not fear. Not guilt.
Devotion. Pure, fragile, trembling devotion.
“You came back to your knees beautifully,” I told him.
His exhale almost broke into a sob of relief.
“Thank you, Ma’am…”
“Do you know why this kneeling is different?” I asked.
He shook his head slightly.
“This one,” I said, lifting his chin with a single finger, “is yours. Not mine. You’re kneeling for your own discipline. Your own growth. Your own hunger to serve.”
His lips parted, breath shaking.
“And that,” I whispered, “is why it matters more.”
His eyes fluttered with emotion he couldn’t hide — gratitude, need, reverence.
I walked once around him, slow and assessing, letting my fingertips hover just above his skin. Not touching. Not yet. Just letting him feel the orbit of your authority.
“Your posture,” I said, “is better now.”
“Yes, Ma’am…”
“Your breathing is steadier.”
“Yes, Ma’am…”
“And your mind—” I stopped behind him, lowering my voice to a velvet threat “—is finally quiet enough to listen.”
He shivered across his entire spine.
“You broke earlier,” I said. “And instead of collapsing, you came back stronger.”
“Because… because I want to serve you,” he whispered.
“You are serving me,” I corrected. “Right now.”
I moved to stand in front of him again, close enough that he could feel the heat of my body without touching it. His eyes stayed down until I placed two fingers beneath his chin again.
“Up.”
His gaze rose, obedient, starving.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” I said.
“Devoted,” he whispered. “Focused. I… I want to do better, Ma’am.”
“And you will,” I murmured. “Because now you’re kneeling from humility… not fear.”
His breath hitched.
“You’re learning,” I continued. “Not because your body is strong, but because your submission is intelligent.”
He trembled — not with weakness, but with the sharp, clean ache of wanting to belong to this moment.
“You’ve earned something,” I said, leaning in just enough for him to feel the warmth of my breath.
“Ma’am?”
“You’ve earned contact.”
His entire body tensed with anticipation.
“Put your hands on my thighs,” I said softly. “Slowly. Respectfully. And only because I allow it.”
He inhaled sharply, then lifted his palms with exquisite care, placing them gently on your thighs— not grasping, not clinging, but offering.
The moment his skin met yours, his exhale broke.
“That,” I whispered, placing my hand over the back of his head, “is devotion elevated.”
He trembled under your touch like the contact itself rewrote something inside him.
“Lesson Ten begins,” I murmured, fingers sliding into his hair with claim and control, “when I decide what you worship next.”
His palms rested lightly on your thighs, trembling from the permission, not the strain. This touch — your touch — was the first true reward he had earned all night.
And he knew it.
You threaded your fingers into his hair, slow and deliberate, claiming the back of his head with a grip that wasn’t harsh… but wasn’t soft either.
He melted instantly.
“Don’t move,” you murmured.
He froze, breath catching, every muscle keyed to your voice.
“Do you feel this?” you asked, tightening your fingers just enough to pull a tiny gasp from him.
“Yes, Ma’am…”
“This is reward. Not invitation.”
He shuddered, a tremble running from the base of his spine all the way to his knees.
Your thumb stroked behind his ear — one precise, devastating touch — and his eyes fluttered like he might collapse forward into your lap.
But he didn’t.
He held position. He remembered his discipline. He honored the lesson.
You exhaled, your breath warm against his forehead.
“You did well tonight,” you said.
I will not form a sissy from scratch, to visit ME a sissy must be dressed, made up femme and wearing a plug. your plug should come out clean or punishment or dismissal will happen. a sissy is not a big brested bimbo, only having small budding sissy tits waith large, plump nipples. a sissy should not expect to recieve pleasure, if the get it from servive to and use by a Dom that's wonderful. I believe a sissy's hands should be restrained while pleasuring a Dom. no manipulation of it's clit at any time for a sissy. a sissy must remember it is a third gender beta male and it recieves pleasure differently than a real Male, more like a woman does. a sissy must remember it only has two holes whereas a real woman has 3 so the sissy must try harder to pleasure a Man. more surly to come. Please do not contact me if only you are looking for a chat buddy. I will not endlessly text with anyone. There should be progression in getting to know someone and not just text messaging. There should be phone calls at some point when both are comfortable. But if I have text back-and-forth with someone for a couple of months I will lose interest and discontinue communication. I don't know about anyone else, but for me personally typing in a code every time I send a message gets tiresome. At some point the conversation needs to be taking either by voice or video chat. I'm sure we have all come across scammers or fakes pretending to be something they are not. I do not mean just men, women as well.
Just because I am submissive does not mean I am gullible or a doormat. I am a submissive woman, not your submissive. Be respectful of my time as it is a valuable resource just like yours is. Respect is a two-way street.
FYI: I am seeking a masculine/Alpha man that is tall, I prefer men 6'2 or taller. Although no shorter than 6 feet tall. I'm English. Where the language comes from.
Dominant is an adjective. It describes a thing. As in, "The dominant person."
It commonly gets shorted into noun form, as a thing unto itself. As in, "The dominant slapped some knowledge into the illiterate."
To dominate is a verb. It's a doing word. You use it like, "He dominated the test." "She dominated the opposition." "The dominant dominated the submissive."
When you find yourself writing the words, "I am a dominate," what you are actually saying is, "I am an illiterate twat who doesn't know the difference between a verb and an adjective or noun. Now please ignore that I can't apply enough thinking to use the language without hurting myself and please trust me with your safety instead."
Should you find yourself writing, "I am seeking my ideal dominate," what you are really saying is, "I am not seeking a literate disciplinarian as they would be forced to beat me until all of their toys broke."
As an Englishman, it goes without saying that the above is presented with hyperbolic sarcasm. But if we're struggling with nouns vs verbs, trying to explain sarcasm is unlikely to go well. What I’m looking for is not a fantasy dynamic, not a temporary thrill, and not someone who only wants to play with the aesthetic of submission. I’m looking for a genuine partner who understands that submission, in the way I live it, is a lifestyle built on trust, responsibility, and real-world commitment.
For me, dominance has never been about control for its own sake. It has always been about care, leadership, structure, and mutual trust. I believe deeply in consent and in building a foundation slowly. Early on in any connection, I tend to ask a lot of questions like “What do you want?” or “What would make you comfortable?” because trust is something that has to be earned and built together. I don’t assume authority before that trust exists.
But the dynamic I ultimately want does evolve.
Once deep trust is established — when I know someone truly trusts my judgment and I know they are genuinely committed to the dynamic — my role becomes one of firm leadership. At that point I expect my decisions to be respected and followed. Not blindly in a harmful way, but with the understanding that I lead with intention and care.
Unfortunately, I’ve had experiences in the past where someone wanted the fantasy of submission, but not the reality of living that life. They wanted the aesthetics, the kink, and the attention — but not the responsibility, structure, or accountability that comes with being part of my world. That mismatch eventually causes things to fall apart, which is why I’m extremely careful now about who I allow close to me.
Because my domestic situation is complicated, there are periods when my relationship with my Master has to go on to autopilot.
We leave messages for one another on Skype, but live chat, and me dressing for Him on Skype are impossible.
After a week when W/we talked regularly and I had almost complete freedom to live my slave life and develop that aspect of my being under <aster's guidance, it's quite dislocating to be locked so firmly into my fake life again. |
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