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TheBlaqueQNGodess Something I really don't enjoy is asking for help. However, within the context of D/s, its necessary to be able to identify and articulate ones desires and needs. But what of intuition? And attentiveness?
I think I need an intuitive and attentive submissive... or do I need one whos just intrigued and interested? I imagine, if I found someone with a 6th sense of my needs, or atleast the interest to understand and meet my demands, I wont have to do the one thing I hate - ask for help. Or would I?
So many questions...
LadyAbrilyn Roe v Wade
This has nothing to do with babies. If it was about babies, we'd have free healthcare. If it was about babies, you wouldn't have to pay to give birth. If it was about babies, we'd have months of paid leave. If it was about human babies, we wouldn't force mothers to have to choose to keep their job, or put their baby in daycare AT 6 WEEKS. It's ILLEGAL to take nursing kittens and puppy's from their mothers before 8 weeks. Why don't I have the same rights?
This has NOTHING to do with babies. And EVERYTHING to do with suppressing a Woman's RIGHT to autonomy over her own body.
KandMcouple As M and I take our search for a bull more serious I would like to give you a little background on me. The following is my very abbreviated true life story and an explanation of how M and I ended up here.
As a young girl, I was always fascinated with sex and the power of what I knew was different from what others were into. I grew up in the middle of New Hampshire on a small farm and knew nothing of pop culture. My mom cut my hair, and her own willow switches. Both felt like their own brand of punishment. I was often bullied in school. Always by the boys. The girls tended to ignore me as I was bookish and weird. I will never forget the very first time when, backed into a corner, I finally kicked my aggressor in the balls. I felt a rush of power. Instantly I went from simply wishing they would leave me alone to read my book in peace, to looking forward with anticipation to the daily assault I would give them. Looking back now, I realize that some of them enjoyed the power exchange. By high school, I was a sexual demon. I didn’t know there were names for the roles I enjoyed. I just knew that sex was power, and I needed to feel that rush as often as possible.
During my last year in college, I finally found a name for those roles. I started working at a fetish and fantasy house in Manhattan in 1998. I started there as a switch, and enjoyed it as a learning experience, but I quickly found myself drawn to playing the role of the Dominant Sadistic Goddess. Always with a wicked sense of humor. This was a great place to explore my kinky sexuality and fostered a lifelong love of the kink and BDSM community. But soon enough – I outgrew that space.
I moved to San Francisco and spent the next 8 years as an independent professional Dominatrix. It was the way for me to explore myself and the world. I traveled all over the world to visit devotees. I put myself through law school, which became my “real career”. Turns out, I could not stay away and returned to my love of being a professional Dominatrix and BDSM educator in my limited free time.
In 2012, while visiting the East Coast, at a scene night in a Manhattan club, I saw a young man standing alone in rather vanilla clothing. He looked so helpless; it was clearly his first event. I saw not only a potential client, but someone I knew needed help. This young man turned out to be M who would later become my husband. We spent years building a relationship through sessions and dates that would follow. It was a slow process but we started involving each other more and more in our separate lives. Eventually my work outside BDSM brought me back to the East Coast. My relationship with M blossomed even more at that point, he was no longer a client. We were getting very close and were no longer exploring his interests, we were exploring mine. I decide to stop seeing clients and we moved close to each other. I turned my free time attentions to coaching women in BDSM and kink. After so many years of catering to the fantasies of men, I was captivated by women’s sexual journeys and helping them name and realize their own deepest desires. My experiences learning from other women confirmed what I had always suspected – that toxic masculinity is bad for EVERYONE’S sex life and I bring that ethos to my marriage and my life. M and I were married in a private ceremony in SF in 2016. I have stopped teaching in my free time and have focused all my kink energy in creating the exact lifestyle marriage I have always dreamed of.
Potential bulls, f you have questions and would like me to elaborate please don't hesitate to ask.
K
Elorin I wish I understood the urge to write to a stranger and make obscure pronouncements.
I am moving.
I tried it.
Even compliments like You have sexy feet or I love your hair.
I wonder if they get an effective response rate from others. They certainly don't get anything from me but the delete button. I don't think I can be any more clear. Read the fucking profile. Emails with less than 3 sentences are deleted as soon as they are opened.
Yes, even compliments.
Even cryptic declarations.
Especially cryptic declarations.
Occasionally I am tempted to reply to a nice message with a thank you or ask a cryptic declarater (declarator? one who declares cryptically) WTF. But then I remember that EVERY SINGLE TIME I have made an exception, I have regretted it or felt it was a terrific waste of my time and effort or both.
I guess I will never know where random guy is moving or what other random guy tried. Maybe I'm better off not knowing.
~E
Mysterium Alright, feral creatures. Drag your claws in a circle and listen.
If your master plan is to speed run your BDSM bucket list with strangers like you’re farming achievements, you are not practicing power exchange. You are running a fantasy drive thru.
Hi yes, I’ll take one degradation scene, extra intensity, no emotional labor.
That’s not dominance.
That’s not submission.
That’s transactional self gratification wearing a harness.
Power exchange is not a vending machine. It is not a same night shipping option for your curiosity. It is a relational structure built on trust, communication, and actual human care.
You cannot ethically hold power over someone you do not care about. Period.
Now let’s talk about pick up play before someone starts twitching.
Picking up someone you’ve seen in the community? Someone you’ve observed at events? You’ve watched how they negotiate. How they respond to a safeword. How they treat people after scenes. How they handle NO. You’ve seen them interact when they’re not performing.
That’s informed risk.
Scooping up a total stranger with zero shared community, zero references, zero behavioral observation, and hoping adrenaline carries you through?
That’s rolling dice with someone’s nervous system.
Vibes are not vetting.
And while we’re here get involved in the community.
Go to munches.
Go to vettings.
Go to classes/workshops.
Go sit at a table and actually talk to people without trying to collect them.
Observe.
Watch how people interact. Notice who listens. Notice who interrupts. Notice who respaspects space. Notice who name drops. Notice who checks in after someone looks overwhelmed. Notice who vanishes when cleanup starts.
Munches are not play parties. Vettings are not auditions for your bucket list.
They are spaces to build familiarity. To understand hosts and their rules. To learn the culture of a specific dungeon or group. These events take time, money, and energy to plan. Hosts coordinate venues. They set safety protocols. They build community frameworks.
Treat that with respect.
Don’t roll in like it’s a pregame for your fantasy scavenger hunt.
Power exchange requires infrastructure:
Clear negotiation
Explicit limits
Aftercare planning
Emotional accountability
Community awareness
If you don’t have the patience to build that foundation, you don’t want BDSM. You want intensity without responsibility.
And here’s the gremlin truth: when you treat people like checklist items, you erode the very ecosystem that keeps kink safer.
Community exists so we can:
Share information
Protect each other
Vet behavior
Build trust over time
You want to dominate? Learn how to communicate without posturing.
You want to submit? Learn how to advocate for yourself without shrinking.
You want to explore? Learn how to build relationships that can hold intensity safely.
Slow down.
Show up consistently.
Respect the hosts.
Respect the spaces.
Respect the humans.
Otherwise you’re not practicing power exchange.
You’re just chasing adrenaline for an orgasm and hoping nobody gets hurt when the crash hits.
And that’s not edgy.
That’s just reckless with better lighting.
Anjunajune Adding to the House of M - Our search for a slaveThe House of M is looking for a slave.We’re going to be picky, very picky. We will take out time in this search to find the right one at the right time for us. And because of that, we recognize this search will take some time.Our House and more specifically, our dynamic is built on communication, trust, honesty, intelligence, friendship and deep respect for each other. Those who are a part of it, are individuals that recognize that connection and relationship must exist in both the lifestyle as well as in the vanilla world to develop the kind of bonds that are required to create the richness we desire. We want one who will care a deeply about us as we will about them and share our values. We place a high value on intelligence, the mental aspaspects of the lifestyle, caring about each other, loyalty, seriousness in and about ones roles, as well as the ability to have fun and be let loose when the time is right.We seek a bi M masochistic slave (under 45), smooth with at least a slightly feminine appearance who is height weight-proportional. One who craves to serve and derives fulfillment from the act of giving themself to us. A slave who knows that their proper place is at a Master's feet, serving whenever, however, and whatever Master requires. Our vision is that my babygirl and I will both Dominate this slave equally as their Master. Not live-in, but possible in the future as part of this long-term dynamic. While there should be NO expectation for sexual use from either of us, they should be ready and eager to serve both of us in any way we choose. Our current needs include domestic, sexual and masochistic service, but know that as we intend for this to be a long time ownership, these needs will evolve and grow. We hope to find one who craves degradation, humiliation, objectification, and belonging, with limits that align with our own (see our profiles).For those who wish to explore becoming part of our House, write us and we can begin a conversation about it, but be patient, be respectful, come ready to show us who you truly are and most of all be patient. Take this time to get to know us as we get to know you.We are worth it - I promise you
CosmicCunt It is important to know that while I am seeking, finding and sharing, My time is not My own and I can and will only continue to engage those who understand and accept these circumstances for what they are - limited.
I am a full time caregiver. Not part time, not some time, not the times I choose. I have minimal pockets of time, not of My own, when I am able to engage those who wish to be a part of My family and household and life. Once you are here and serving, we are full time engaging and living these moments together.
It's tough. I get it - BELIEVE Me. However it does not change that your position is to make yourself available to Me at MY times of availability. This will not be a hurried process, nor will it be slow, but I am not free to just get up and do the hokey pokey any ole time!
If you wish to be considered, at least have the ability share when I am available and understand that when My charge is unwell, everything goes full stop for about two weeks while I nurse and care for MYSELF and My charge.
Just a little information for those who have no clue about Alzheimer's I've included some information below.
-Any trauma to the head: 1. letter from the IRS or arguement, 2. head cold, COVID, headache, 3. head hit on the corner of the t.v., fall off a bar stool, slip on ice - these are all significant, affect the head, and depending on the intensity and duration of the impact, determines how long it will take to recover.
https://www.alz.org/help-support/resources/care-education-resources
For those who care, Mum had covid and is doing much better. It will be another week or so for full recovery - and yes, I am relatively okay, considering.
A grateful thank you to those men who continue to display great character and worth to Me and in turn, to Mum. There is one who continues to provide strength on the most darkest of days.
TotalOwnerforslave Communicating with Me.
Prospective slave property may want to go out of their way to show respect for Me as its potential Owner. So, how to show respect?
Here are a some guidelines:
In each and every sentence addressed to Me slave should include the honorariums Sir, Master or both.
Capitalization as demonstrated in this message should be observed, while, using lower case for any reference to it.
To ask Me a question is allowed only with My permission. Since we are not face to face, it may beg permission from Me to be permitted to ask a question. No matter My response, it should always expressed gratitude taking My time begging for permission. There is a ritual for a slave to observe regarding getting permission to ask a question when in My presence.
Gratitude is essential in growing proper mind set in a slave. it should never miss an opportunity to express gratitude.
Flattering Me is encouraged. Repetition of the same flattering phrases is not.
It must read all of My writings.
It should expect to travel to Me for inspection.
Until it have been inspected and taken to training, it has free choice, without recrimination, to observe the foregoing guidelines, or not. Without recriminations means its lack of following the guide lines will not keep it from having a successful inspection and entering the trial period.
Moonsbowsonder In the bustling aisles of the crowded store, a familiar presence halted her steps. There, amidst the sea of faces, she glimpsed him once more. He pulled a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, his eyes caught hers, and a smile appeared on his face. His eyes deepens like a predator on the prowl. Their life unfolded in fleeting scenes, in the intimate cocoon of their shared space, they found solace on the plush leather couch, bathed in the soft glow of dimmed lights. The air carried the delicate fragrance of roses and vanilla, an intoxicating blend that clung to her skin. As they nestled together, the subtle scent added a layer of warmth to the cozy atmosphere.
Her skin, soft as the gentle caress of a summer breeze, invited him closer. The curves of her form molded against the cushions, creating a haven of comfort. Long, brown, and curly, her hair cascaded with a wild and untamed beauty, echoing the free-spirited nature that danced within her.
His hand roamed around her body, exploring its entirety. His other hand held his favorite leash its leather warm and worn from his hand working the leather over the years of wear. He started letting the leash work through his hand pulling her head down slowly, further in to his lap.She turned her head to catch his eyes as she adjusted her body.“May I please?” Her sweet voice called to him like a sirens call, as his lip lifted in a half smile.“May you sir?” He said as he pulled on the leash making her head pull forward her nose pushing in to his cock.She looked up at him, “May I please suck your cock sir?” Her voice called up to hîm her hands running up his thighs.“Mmmm of course.” His voice growled.
SadisticEye This is something I wrote.
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.Why did you make me do it -I remember, and tears of anger will not stop, the time you forced me to strip that night knowing that others might see.Why did you make me do it -I remember, and I have to hold my arms tight to stop the shivering, that time you said your demanding friend was going to fuck me.Why did you make me do it -I remember all of the times your eyes watched from miles away as you made me perform on webcam debasing myself for your pleasure and I have to try and calm my heart as it beats in my chest and my breath catches in my throat.How could you make me do that -the countless times I stood in front of a mirror and looked at bruises and marks on my skin and felt fear as you left, wondering if you would return.What would make you do that -I re-live the times your hands were around my throat, breath withheld, as you pounded between my legs and I cannot put into words the fear I feel.Why do you make me do this -my hands tremble as I remember the times i stood naked before you made me wear the clothes of your choosing and sat watching to make sure my makeup was applied perfectly.How could you make me do this -my stomach tightens as I remember the, oh so many, times on my knees begging or with my mouth wrapped deep onto your prick in the hope I would please you.How can you make me do this –and I feel like screaming those word for the world to hear as I cled my hands together and can feel the rope you used to bind my wrists and even the belt that lashed my ankles tight as you left me on that cold floor and I know I cannot forgive you.How can you make me do this -my world is coming to an end, how can I live without your hands on me. Without your control and love where will my submission go?How can you make me go to that fucking University when I wish, and want, and need, and desire, and long to stay at your feet.How can you make me leave you for those three long years when all I want to do is stand naked before you and see the love in your eyes as you look back at me and the pride I see, when dressed, I am lead out on that, oh so, delicate silver chain that pulls at my collar.My body reacts as every memory comes back, vivid as if those wondrous things happened only yesterday, and you are forcing me to lose those joys.Why do you make me hate you for doing the right thing in letting my world expand, why do you make me do this?When all I want to do is serve?
Exoticpie2024 I've been reaching out to more people irl and making some connections. Over the weekend there was a very impromptu long edging session with one of my friends.
It was insane because I didn't expect anything and he surprised me by having so much restraint while also being bricked up for several hours. There wasn't any heavy handedness or stripping in fact we were clothed the whole time.
Being ace and also a domme I very much do not cater to sexual gratification or allow people my body.
Nearing the end I allowed him a boob grab which lead to me squirting milk all over my shirt....he ruines his shorts 🥰
There was about an hour of after care talking about boundaries and trauma and him opening up about himself and thanking me for letting him be vulnerable with me. I also got to take a short nap and decompress from that. He offered to treat me to dinner the next day but I had other plans
I really value being able to be a safe space for people who don't hold entitlement over my time or body. I really enjoy using sessions to address frustrations and emotions for people.
angeldmort I figured I should come back and do a follow-up to my previous post about successes.
It was not a success. But I guess it was a learning experience.
Long distance is always an issue, but more so because it's nearly impossible to really know how honest someone is being when you can't actually see them in real time. It's easy to say this or that isn't a problem when you aren't in that situation. Its easy to say you are doing something when no one can see otherwise. And it's easy to let yourself believe someone is who they say they are when they don't actually have to prove it in real time.
No one wants to believe they are lying to themselves about who they are. I don't think this person intended to be dishonest with us, so much as they wanted to believe they were able to be that person FOR us, and thought they had done enough work to pull it off. I think that maybe they hadn't really considered everything fully, even though that was what we consistently discussed.
And I think that my rules about recreational drugs and mental health will have to be 100% held to, and not let slide on technicalities or softened just because someone talks a good game in other areas. Self-analysis and deep thinking aren't enhanced by substances intended to "take the edge off," and one's ability to face hard truths gets padded by it, so the hard truths look a lot softer and fuzzier through the smoke colored lenses.
Unfortunately, when the fuzzy wears off, and reality sets in, everything looks very different, and suddenly all the thinking is un-padded. That buffer of artificial happy is gone, the work that should have happened beforehand is still needing to be done. And now, they were here, so it had to happen in real time, not gently eased into over however long it would take to do it gracefully. All the easy vaporizes, and honesty gets REALLY FUCKING HONEST really fast without all the distance to hide behind.
And to be even more honest - although everyone wants to insist that who they are under the influence is still them, there are always significant differences. Since all we had known till then was this person under said influence, both of substance and of unrealistic expectations, in the absence of those things, it felt like we were suddenly dealing with a total stranger, with whom none of the prior negotiation applied.
There was acting out, there was sullenness, there were passive aggressive behaviors, and there were attempts at emotional manipulation. All of which I tried to defuse, discuss, and handle with the same level of communication and ethics that had come before they arrived, which unfortunately, as they were no longer really thinking or feeling the same as before, all failed to help them re-center themselves.
It in fact made it worse, because they apparently were not actually capable of what was being asked - the calm, realistic consideration of what they wanted long term, in order to re-negotiate and regain the long-term view of the previously stated goals. They could not let go of their focus on their immediate desire for a physical and emotional gratification, in order to secure the possibility of probable long-term gratifications.
In the end, what went wrong was what always goes wrong- short sighted, low level thinking, lack of actual effort and lack of serious thought. While they SAID they were doing these things, and they SAID they valued what we valued, etc, in the end, while they did more, and better than others have in the past, they didn't actually DO it so much as give better effort at faking it.
LondonTriangle Unless you are local to London or travel to London (at your own expense) please do not contact me.
I do not have time to play fantasy with you through my laptop.
I am NOT going to over use adjectives to describe a setting that does not exist.
We can NOT eat a meal virtually throuh this message service.
We can NOT enjoy your grasp of my breasts through this message service.
We can NOT hear me squeel due to satisfaction on this messaging service.
We can NOT touch our skin on this message service.
We can NOT enjoy a glass of wine on this messaging service.
I can NOT use my silk on you on this messaing service.
I can NOT call you late on Friday night demanding you make a trip to my place for sexual attention on this messaging service.
So politely unless you can ring my door bell, turn up with some flowers and lubricant and a decent bottle of red wine, politely will you F-off and go submit your horny essay to some shit literature competition that equally does NOT exist.
Thank you
ChangelingRose
While I’m on a break from Fetlife, one thing I’m conscious of is that I tend to post things about looking for someone to go for cups of tea with, visit graveyards, go to bookshops and then snuggle up for reading. It’s pretty silly, but it’s meant sincerely. While I have to stop myself from adding “apply within”, in the end, it reflects how I would like a relationship to start. A thing of meeting for tea, visiting graveyards/taking quiet walks, and sharing a love of books and reading. Of course, it isn’t everything I want, and I hope that’s obvious as this is a kink site. It’s just that, as I’ve probably said so much that people are sick of it, I want to make a connection on a vanilla level and then grow the kink side of things. I’m looking for a band that takes more than just a love of kink, and I want to go slowly and surely. Eventually, I’d want things to develop into something more committed, and deeper, and to bring in other elements. I just don’t want to rush it. I don’t want to be someone’s mistake. I also want to be sure that most of our mutual needs can be met, and that both of us are working on whatever we need to work on - trauma is being addressed, patterns of behaviour are being broken if they’re negative, and so on. I want to be sure that the connection with this hypothetical person is strong, and that it can withstand a lot of shit - because I think life is going to get more, not less, difficult in the next few years. Any relationship is going to have to be strong enough to ride out the coming storms.Adding to this, I suppose I should expound on what I actually want. Before I go on, I should ask that the reader remember that this is me putting things out into the universe, so of course it’s selfish as fuck - I imagine yours would be too… Isn’t that sort of the point? (It strikes me as odd that we both castigate the “I have no limits” people, but also defining what you want can lead to you being accused that “you’re trying to control things and reduce me to a fetish dispenser” - the point is to talk things through and get to a happy medium, surely?). This is my “moon on a stick” list of things I want to have in a relationship. Vanilla: I want a relationship based on love, trust, communication, and sharing, and that reflects shared values. I want something where we can have separate bedrooms, though, in part because I snore horrifically and I feel guilty if I disturb people’s sleep. I also have restless legs - no idea why, but I suspect it’s anxiety related - and so I want to sleep alone to avoid kicking my partner. I also want to have a space that is mine (mine, all mine, bwahahahaha), because I want somewhere I feel I can go to write, create, and study. Or even just curl up if I need to be by myself because sometimes I do. This isn’t a slight against a hypothetical partner, it’s just how I am. I’m very introverted, think I may be an HSP, and there are times when alone feels like bliss - not because of who the other person is, or anything they’ve done… just because I need that time by myself for my sanity. Touch is, however, very important to me and is probably my primary love language, so I would like a lot of that. I enjoy acts of service too and supporting the person I’m with. I like giving massages and other forms of body worship too. I am happy to take responsibility for housework, cooking, and other domestic chores. This being said, I am a writer and I do need time to work and I expect that to be respected in a relationship. I hope my partner will have their own passions outside of kink and that they can be things we can share (books, board games, cats - you know, stuff like that). I value creativity, so I’d love it if they were also a writer or an artist, or something like that. I know we don’t have to be completely in tandem, but at the same time, I have learned that shared passions are very often the key to a relationship and that losing that common ground can spell disaster. I’m not sure how I feel about having children - I used to be very opposed but now, I just don’t know.
empressvenus What annoys me more than anything is people who don't read. I know you're not used to people like me who are straightforward and values every second they have, but get on my level or leave me alone. I created a detailed profile to spare the need to repeat myself or waste valuable time. I know exactly what I want and I know exactly what I don't want. If you lack the cerebral firepower to comprehend an Alpha Fem of my caliber, that's your problem. Don't approach me if you didn't read my profile. Stop expecting me to go out of my way, repeat myself, overexplain, or lift a finger for that matter. I'm SERIOUS. I am seeking the path of least resistance ONLY. My life will be easy breezy no disruptions moving forward.
As a full time artist and creative maker, I support myself 100%. No side jobs, hustles, or schemes. Therefore, come correct or don't come at all. Getting all of these messages from beta men expecting me to go out of my way. If you want your fantasy fulfilled, seek elsewhere. It's ALL ABOUT ME. It's MY WAY OR GET TO STEPPIN. If you don't drive, don't even bother. If you are poor or struggling financially, mentally, emotionally, or physical, skip me. If you can't keep yourself together, aint no way you can add value to my life. I'm grounded. Aware. And capable of continuing ON MY OWN til I find the right ones for the mission. ✌🏽
HippieSoul
Profile update with a journal entry vibe.
I have been hesitant to give a profile update because I don't know. I am still figuring it out. I'm not new, but things change. I still have a lot of the cravings, both for lifestyle and the kink, but I have changed, and so have my cravings. I'm sure, with the right partner, they will continue to change into something different than what they are now. I don't think vanilla will ever be something for me to return to, but the things I value in a BDSM relationship are changing.
I don't really care for the "alpha" chest puffing in the 24/7. Kink, though, that's a different story. I'm also not a slave. I am attracted to wisdom and knowledge, and not the kind that is faked by pretending to know everything, the kind that also isn't afraid to admit he might occasionally be able to learn from his sub, especially if he has found the right match. I want a connection where even if everything else fades, the kink, romance, there are two people who vibe well enough, that at the core of it, there is still a connection and bond of friendship. I still crave a power exchange, don't get me wrong, but I am looking for more of a mentor type relationship dynamic than a master type. I think the closest category that fits might be DDLG, but I admit, I also don't feel quite like little fits.
As I write this, I am coming up on a year of being single. A relationship that started with lifestyle, but no kink, faded into something more like a vanilla friendship, and had a bit of a rocky ending. My point in sharing this, though, is that although I am not new, I spent years in a relationship lacking of kink. My tolerance, both in kink and in 24/7 is low again. My cravings may grow as strong as they once were, one day, but I also feel like I have done a lot of growing up over the years, and I have developed some vanilla cravings. It's no longer healthy for me to give all of myself until it's gone, as one example. These are the things I am still trying to sort out. How the remaining kink and lifestyle cravings fit in with what I no longer want. I am hoping to find someone who aligns with what I am craving at the moment, who wouldn't be afraid to do a little growing, both as a person and as an exploration of kink, but this person is going to need to be someone who is comfortable with boundaries and limits while I figure this out.
For now, this is where I am.
Edit to add 1-1-2026
I am not willing to relocate outside of traveling distance. I am not a person who does well with big changes, so this one is a big boundary. I am not close minded to something long distance, but it would reqire a lot of negotiating and trust. I am past the age where I want to start a family, living with a partner isnt that important, but other things are. So distance isnt a disqualifier, it just takes a lot of communication and some extra work. But I won't relocate.
MsPam4u Not Looking At All! Just Friends Please Respect
plaisirnoir Just some side notes:
I am 47 as of spring of 2023. Not interested if you're less than 35 or older 60. Seriously. No.
If your message resembles a cat call, is asking me if I'm into xyz, reads like a copy pasta or have almost no content/effort, is asking me for my number/photo/messaging id somewhere else, is disrespectful, etc. No and/or blocked.
If you are 15 miles or more from JFK or LGA airports, do consider how you will be doing ALL the commuting before messaging me.
Also, I am NOT a sugar mommy. I will not reimburse you for your travel expenses or put you up unless we are in an established relationship. If and when we are in a long term relationship and travel is required, I'd expect that expense to be shared fairly. Something about fair energy exchange.
Oh, before you message me, you might want to check out my fetlife profile with the same userid. Most of it is a bit dated, I am not terribly active there. However it will give you a better sense of who I am. Let's not waste each other's time shall we?
Mysterium Good evening you beautiful, wicked, sharp eyed deviants. I’m writing about this in case some of you have not yet heard about this disgusting behavior, because silence is where predators thrive.
A major investigation has exposed what many are calling an “online rape academy” hidden forums, chat groups, and websites where men allegedly trade advice on how to drug, assault, film, and violate their own partners while they sleep or are unconscious. Let that sink in. Not strangers in alleys. Not monsters in masks. Husbands. Boyfriends. Men sharing beds, homes, and trust.
These spaces reportedly included users swapping tactics, selling so called “sleeping liquids,” sharing videos of abuse, and even livestreaming assaults for paying viewers. It is predatory, calculated, and evil using internet anonymity.
Let me be crystal clear for those in kink and BDSM spacesthis is not BDSM. This is not dominance. This is not edgy play. BDSM and kink are built on a foundation of consent, negotiation, trust, communication, boundaries, and mutual respect. Without consent, it is not kinkit is abuse.
And with some of the disgusting, vile profiles I have personally come across on FetLife, I am sure some people with those same mindsets are here too. Please be careful. Vet people thoroughly. Trust actions over words. Listen to your instincts. No scene, no dynamic, no amount of charm is worth your safety.
Women are taught to fear the dark street, the lone walk home, the stranger behind them. But too often the danger is already inside the house, smiling over dinner, saying “I love you,” then treating consent like it’s optional.
This is why consent matters. This is why believing survivors matters. This is why calling out misogyny, coercion, and “jokes” about assault matters. Because that culture feeds these places.
If this is happening to you, or has happened to you, please reach out immediately. Call local authorities. Contact a sexual assault or domestic violence hotline. Tell someone you trust. You do not have to carry this alone, and help is available.
I’m sharing this so more eyes are open, more people stay aware, and fewer predators get to hide in shadows.
Spread this. Talk about it. Protect your people. Check in on your friends. If someone tells you something felt wrong, listen. To every predator hiding behind a keyboard your secrecy is cracking.Stay dangerous to systems that protect monsters. Stay soft with survivors. Stay loud when silence helps abusers.
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Exoticpie2024
Could you go back to vanilla dating?'Ive decided that I cannot willingly be in a vanilla relationship ever again. There is gonna be some kink, poly, and/or freakiness in My life from now on. I cannot tell you HOW MANY people that I have met that are miserable in their vanilla relationships and sneak out for kink. I have played the kinky therapist for those that are devastated with the thought that they have kinky desires and its "just WRONG." I end up patting them on the shoulders and then paddling their asses every time. Ive seen someone monthly for 5 years that is just now coming to grips with the fact that he likes to be spanked. Wouldnt DARE bring it up at home, but he has to have an outlet somehow.I get it that some people discover their kink AFTER already being in a vanilla relationship, but WHY would someone enter back into a vanilla relationship after knowing what their desires are and try to suppress them? A dear friend mentioned how his inner "naughty girl" sat dormant while life passed him by until he decided to be true to himself. And true he is! yes, it was a gamble getting up the nerve to tell his wife of many years, but in the end... she stayed and they live happily ever after. Im quite certain that 75% of the time it doesnt end that way.Now that I have grown in My kinklife and reaffirmed My dominance, I know a bit more about what I want and expect in a partner, kinklife, and SEXlife and I am not afraid to stand up for what I want and need. Now I have met a decent vanilla guy or three that has captured My interest- or that falls head over heels in love with Me- (yes, that happens to me!) and I am always upfront about My lifestyle and desires and the deal breakers. Some of My 'nilla friends say that I tell them to run them off, but realistically, I am just being honest with Myself and saving them from trying to tell Me that 'its just a phase' and making attempts at changing Me.I've been on a dating site or two and found myself on dates asking "what am i doing having dinner with this biblethumpin' overly righteous, straightlaced man?" and quickly following that thought up with asking him how he feels about doing house work naked and being hogtied and gagged on occasion. (hmm..
KinkyPear Returning to the simple life with my 2nd
In recent days I've let myself dream and imagine. Something I dared not do in the past.
What wonderful experiences would be paved with carefully laid out bricks to form the perfect path? Each brick a representation of heart felt and true emotional moments of connection and understanding. Each brick carefully examined under my experienced eye as I lovingly place them. Making sure they sit solidly in place to never shift, crack or break under the weight of life's weight. Each meaningful exchange of explorations and discoveries of what I seek found inside the one. Another brick is formed then carefully set in place. The paved path quickly, maybe even too quickly causing one to question its authenticity, leading to my kingdom.
My kingdom is where I rule as king and is my domain. It radiates with love, affection and admiration. Its walls are thick and built to protect my residents from any harm or threat an invader my try to assault with. The sun shine thru illuminating life and bringing warmth and comfort to those inside. It's very depths are filled with positive energy for all to absorb.
Yet deep within this kingdom also resides a dungeon. It is well equipped with all one would need to break the spirit of another. A place where pain can be pleasure but pleasure also painful. The master of this dungeon is experienced in all forms of infliction. He yields the arsenal of his trade with efficient and deliberate blows. Yet the physical s at his disposal are only superceded by his knowledge of the human psychy. He is like an artist manipulating the canvas before him. Turning it from either a blank or unattractive painting to one that when looked upon will make even the hardest hearted individuals melt and smile at its beauty.
Yes the road to this kingdom a complicated one but for the one who seeks eternal belonging it is Eden.
If only his dreams of the completed path were true. He looks up to the heavens and is heard to say, "Is this the ONE you have sent to me? Have you taken my rib to form my Eve. If she is, please, let her be all I seek."
He returns his gaze and his full attention back to his task at hand filled with hope.
Alas, the God's have mocked ones again. His emotions played with like the wireless puppets we are. His eyes distracted on one as the so wittingly sneak the other in behind his back. The unexpected tale of the story taking on a life of its own diverting him from her to another. One who mysteriously was guided to that fateful meet.
A message titled, "Ummm....wrong button", mysteriously appearing in his mail. The ball was set in motion like a snowball traveling down a large snow covered embankment, its momentum grew, picking up more snow that clung to it enlarging it! It's mass quickly devouring all in its path as it consumed and grew. Soon too powerful to stop it enveloped all in its surroundings claiming them as its own.
As such that mistakenly sent message grew wings and soared. One message led to many which led to hundreds more. Messages soon evolving to phone calls that soon dominated their lives and became the focus of their day.
She quizingly and scrutinly joins in with guarded fear of rejection and hurt. For she is not a stranger to the cause but only retreated to protect her heart from more.
AkaMistress4you I was playing around and took the BDSM test. Here are the results, even though I don't agree with some of them.
== Results from bdsmtest.org ==
100% Rigger
100% Master/Mistress
99% Sadist
98% Voyeur
95% Dominant
90% Non-monogamist
89% Owner
75% Brat tamer
72% Degrader
68% Experimentalist
41% Exhibitionist
40% Primal (Hunter)
40% Masochist
38% Switch
29% Submissive
23% Rope bunny
20% Brat
19% Vanilla
15% Primal (Prey)
13% Daddy/Mommy
10% Pet
5% Slave
0% Boy/Girl
0% Degradee
0% Ageplayer
QueenSassy666 Instead of getting mad at Me for knowing what I want, you should look at what you are doing. It is not a submissive's gift to project their fantasies onto a Domme. If you are unsure of what that means, feel free to ask. I'm not sorry if holding My Boundaries upsets you.
TheIronMistress My primary focus is on improving myself, my life, and my finances as I need my own business(es) going to get the fuck off SSI.
I like to go out and do things. Not just sex. Like really, to all the men who think offering their random tongue to be used is attractive, it absolutely is not. Buy some dental dams if you are tongue slut. My first thought is how many std's do you have!?!?! You can get them from oral sex and people who are full on adults who think about sex primarily, turn me off.
I understand it from teens to 30's... when you get to 40's or older, you had better have a lot more to talk about, think about and exist for you to to talk to me. I got so bored with my last toy because he was ONLY a walking fucktoy, with paranoid delusions.
The mind is a massive playground and you miss out just thinking about actual physical sex.
Lola the Iron Mistress
MistressWhipplash No poetry from me today as I am looking forward to seeing Pretty Wreckless and ACDC tomorrow at Wembley!!!
On a different subject those who apply to me who drive don't continue chatting. I have no intention of doing online sexting and expect ordinary topic style conversation which appears to beyond those submissive guys who message me 🤔 Okay they are not compatible so I move on.
Though I wonder why they bother at all if they don't wish to make an effort to chat here. Of course establishing his intent is key. Most hold back on that using "boy speak" thinking creepy words which sound simpy will suffice= No. Honesty is key and attending the Munch I mention ASAP is the first step.
Want to voice talk with me = it will be voice on Skype no you will not get my mobile number. No I am not interested until your location is near me. "Oh I will move for you" is declined/blocked.
Reading other journals I see plenty of Dominant Women going through a similar problem. A guy who thinks he is interested and fits key points she seeks = submissive by his intent to please her and is ready to do stuff to show that. Like attending a munch as an adult and being a pleasant social adult. Why is being a social adult past his remit of what he can offer= his intent is to be an online wanker. That's blocked by me.
Then I read one guy's journal about Dominant Women putting him, a round peg, into all sorts of bizarre shaped holes. Not reinventing the wheel here. Compatibility is first = outside of play and kink BEFORE play, kink and sex occur.
Those fuckbois are a hard limit =oh fuck my ass"= that's anal sex. So they want a Kink dispenser ONLY=hard limit for me.
Poof their gone. No problem my whips, rope, floggers and amusements will go on another. A whole adult strong submissive man intent on pleasing me, and accepting I am poly and being a grown up about it.
Nictgirltpe seeking a dom /Master who is seeking ultimateky a 24/7 slave to train, develop and mould into his perfect vision
i have many kinks and interests, and i can give you a high level view of them, they revolve around being controlled, humiliation, ification, enslavement etc
however at the core of it, i Like to please, entertain, and serve.
I'm based in London but willing to relocate. although there are somethings i maybe hesitant to do i Don't really believe in limits in a trusted D/s engagement. ultimatEly the slave will give up all rights and choices to her Master/Dom. ive Seen this called TPE amongst other things.
there is nothing really too extreme for me. And I'm keen to modify myself physically and my behaviours to please you.
i have some prior experience being a slave but looking for that sense of purpose, but also that sense of trust that comes from serving a genuine dom/Master
im A fan of the gor books and i think there's many principles that can be taken from the slavery they depict there, however I don't think it needs to be followed to the letter, but neither would it be bad if it did
Seeking TPE, chattel style ownership, 24/7
YoungSissyTs Sugar, spice, and everything nice :> pretty n pink my favfav color. Hii I'm Makayla smooth latina sissy femboy on a new path starting HRT. I'm kinda new but know what I want. Talk is cheap and flakes. I don't even know what to say to u.
I never flake. I love excitement total submissive sissy slave willing to commit to it all for the right master. Loyal fun-size super cute love panties thigh high socks. Skirts outfits and attention lol. I'm good around the house. Love poppers blindfolds and cuffs. Mixed with sissy hypno and hallucinagentics -- mind blowing. I know what it takes to be THE perfect liddo sissy and willing to wrap my life into it serving master 24/7 never saying no. Seeking a new chapter in my life so I preferred moving the heck away from "home'
MistrixMarie Come be a perv and sneek a peek!Come take a look at my page...Show your appreciation!👇
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AKRONOHIOMAN FINALLY A NEW STORY !!!
May 31, 2025 - Football player takes a load then wants to have two orgasms!
Sorry I have not written a story in quite some time, but this winter has been rough on me. I think I went through a dark place for a while but I'm feeling much better now that the weather is warming.
Thursday was my birthday and Friday I got a message from football player saying he wanted to come over. For quite some time we've been trying to get him to orgasm twice during one visit. Well, we tried again today.
When he first arrived, I was already in my birthday suit, completely naked relaxing in my easy chair with a hard-on. He came through the door and immediately began to strip his clothes off as always. He looked over at me in the chair and mumbled, "I've really needed this for a while." He started sucking on my cock. It was fantastic. As usual, as I looked down at his broad shoulders, the shoulders of a football player, it only made my cock get harder. He would alternate taking his time on my cock, deep throating it, and sometimes devouring it like a starving person at his first meal in weeks.
I don't like to orgasm this quickly, I like to go to the basement, play for a while and finally drop a load in his ass. But after about 10 minutes of such a wonderful blowjob, even with his mouth full, I heard him say... "I've needed to swallow your load for the longest time."
That was enough to put me over the edge. I tried to hold back a bit longer, but thinking how much he wanted my creamy, salty, sweet cum in his mouth was too much for me. I figured, why not? Maybe today is the day I will have two orgasms. I put my hands on his wide shoulders and felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
As he deep-throated me once, and I felt my cock getting lodged in the back of his throat, it was too exciting. I started making the grunting noises so that he knew I was about to fill his mouth. He pulled off my cock almost completely leaving just ahead in his mouth. He wanted to taste everything. And I did not disappoint. I let him have a huge load. I felt ribbon after ribbon of cum squirt into his mouth. He swallowed, and kept sucking. He was definitely attempting to drain me completely dry. My cock was still hard so I just let him keep sucking for a while until he had every last drop out. Then I said, let's head downstairs and take care of you now.
We went downstairs and he hopped into the sling. I put his ankles in the stirrups. There was no need to tell him to scoot down in the sling so I could access his hole more easily, he's done this enough times that he was perfectly positioned. His cock was still hard, and his ass puckered for me. I put a pair of rubber gloves on and started to lube up his hole.
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MrSharp I just saw a profile that consisted of only a BDSM test.
When I read it I realized something that is missing and likely is the most important thing.
Where is the reference to interest in a real life encounter?
Where is any reference relating to an actual time frame of when it might occur?
So many of the kink or BDSM tests address interests but do not differentiate between those who want to masturbate to being a rope bunny and those who honestly want to be a rope bunny tomorrow, a week or a month from now.
Being interested in being a slave is totally different than being a slave. Someone who has slave tendencies or wants to be a slave someday is a waste of my time. While I try to be understanding, I do not want to spend weeks, months, or years getting to know someone who might someday meet me in real life.
I do not have any interest in exchanging erotica or demanding pornography. If someone is not willing and able to leave their current life for a year or two, it does not mean that they are fake.
That is worth repeating, If someone is not willing and able to leave their current life, it does not mean that they are fake.
It does mean that even though our interest may align our timeline does not.
I am mentally, emotionally and financially stable and could move a slave into my home anytime. I can take care of myself and do not need a slave. Having a slave in my home makes my life more comfortable. My slave does all of my domestic duties, I provide rituals, structure and you will not be required to work outside my home or office.
I do not want to rescue a woman who is in desperate need to leave her fucked up life. I do not need to complicate my life with a whole lot of drama. I accept that everyone will come with a certain amount of baggage but I live a happy, peaceful life in paradise.
I am looking for a woman who has a desire to fully commit to a life as my slave. Expereince, age, location is not as important as the desire and ability to meet in real life. If you are at a point in your life where you are prepared to relocate within a resonable time then we should talk.
Grabdaddyshand It is important to note that the specific tasks assigned to a submissive in a BDSM relationship can vary greatly and should be mutually agreed upon by all parties involved. However, some examples of tasks that a submissive might be assigned include:
Cooking and cleaning the house
Running errands or completing specific tasks as requested by the dominant
Maintaining a specific appearance or dress code
Engaging in specific sexual acts or role-playing scenarios
Following strict rules or protocols
Participating in BDSM activities such as bondage or impact play
Participating in BDSM rituals or ceremonies.
It is important to remember that BDSM should always be safe, consensual, and respectful. All parties involved should communicate their boundaries and desires clearly and negotiate any tasks or activities beforehand.
pizzapuppiescows I just made chocolate chip cookies topless. Here's what happened.
I'm on a health kick (the cookies aren't for me). The other night I made lentil bolognese and it called for red wine. Just a little. I'm not a wine drinker but I do cook with it. So, smidge of wine into the pot, cork the bottle. Google tells me I only have a few days to finish the bottle, but I can freeze the wine. Pull out a small ice cube tray, pour half the bottle in, stick it in the freezer. And I learned that wine takes a lot longer to freeze than water. I should have known this but I wasn't thinking. I pulled the tray out with the amount of force you would if it were ice. It wasn't ice. Wine all down the front of my shirt. Now, I'm already in the process of making cookies so what do I do? Whip off my shirt and rinse it under cold water to try to get the stain out. Do I go upstairs to get another shirt? Stay with me here, I know I'm topless. But no, I do not. I grab an apron and tie it on. These damn cookies better be delicious.
LordOverload Here is the prolouge for the new book - let me know if you want to see the full thing, I might look for a place to publish it. The full mansucriot is about 65500 words
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LRF69 So journals are back! Giggity! I remain frustrated in seeking out anyone who can discipline me, use me in whatever way they wish and break down my barriers by simply forcing me to confront them.
Where would I like to be tonight? I would love to be between the legs of a dominant, serving them...servicing them, swallowing what they want me to swallow, sucking what they would have me suck, licking what they tell me to lick. All night...
And when they were sated, satisfied and had used me in exactly the way they wanted, they could reward me...or they could choose not to. They could give me release...or they could refuse. They could drive me right to the edge, or they could put me away with nothing until they were ready to have me again. They would be completely in control. Their satisfaction would be my goal and my reward their choice. It could be a woman...it could be a man (a man would be a new experience and another barrier broken down. I do not care...it's not mine to care, only to lick, suck, swallow and bend over.
DirtyDarling
I need you to innocently move in close while I am talking to you -- your touch on my hip like it belongs there. Drift your fingers under the fabric, lean in and murmur "I'm still listening." Make my voice falter, my words scramble, my mind tangle, and deliberately distract me. Then, casually, make me answer your soft questions, like nothing is being done to me. But increase the pressure. Make my mind melt. Make my thoughts b lur. Make me forget the point in all of this.Make it so that speaking my mind becomes hard, and that giving you my body becomes the preferred expression of my opinions.
TVCharlene Let me clarify what I am seeking here instead of changing my profile.While all the crossdressers having the fantasy of being "kept" and on hormones and living as a woman 24/7 with nothing to do except be a sex toy seem to have plenty of masturbatory fodder, and some constantly write to me seeking this exact thing, let me make a few points as to what I am seeking personally. I am seeking a sincere PART TIME cd, closeted or not, that is willing to work hard as a male in the day and switch into femme mode at nights and on weekends. If you believe some sort of a collapse is NOT coming and think everything is going to be just hunky-dory in the future, then please move on from my profile and back to your fantasy world. I am looking for people that share my vision; to be living on a ranch and create a sustainable life. If we need to go off grid that is certainly an option that I am getting prepared for. But it is HARD work. I know, I know, nobody wants to do that anymore. If you are willing to put in the time, and the effort, the rewards will be great. As far as our mutual crossdressing fetish goes, we will indulge that every chance we get. I am the strict Domme Mommy type and very into tight and shiny fetish wear and bondage games. I seek someone that can find her place at my feet. I am hopeful there is one c/d out there that all this resonates with and wishes to relocate. If so, write.
commited12u
Things like begging, bondage, obedience training, orgasm control are the literal definition of being Owned in a D/s dynamic
sharpestcookie Male wives, sissification, forced bi, and forced fem
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This is a long overdue update to a previous post. It felt kind of vague when I first wrote it 6 years ago, but with new insight, I'm going to attempt a bit of clarification.
Why am I looking for a male wife?
I only experience initial primary sexual attraction to a very narrow subset of people (thanks, demisexuality). It shortens the extremely lengthy process of friendship and emotional compatibility leading to sexual attraction.
To me, a male wife is more of a genderfluid, androgynous, or crossdressing AMAB who doesn't rigidly adhere to stereotypical gender roles in real life. Some buzzwords may include metrosexual or femboy. He finds enjoyment and comfort in incorporating stereotypically feminine roles, attitudes, and attire, just as I do on the masculine side of things. He craves the freedom that comes with true gender equality on all fronts. I think I have more in common with heteroflexible, bi, or pan guys (I, too, like men), but I'm definitely not turning away straight guys with a healthy mindset lol
Anyway, he's generally also more confident in himself and open-minded in regards to exploring gender identity and sexuality in kink as well. If not, he's actively working on eliminating misogyny, misandry, or elements of toxic masculinity that may be causing him to struggle in his life. There's no sissification, forced feminization, or forced bisexuality. If this is you, contact me :)
Why is sissification a hard no for me?
Unfortunately, there's an element of misogyny and mockery of women related to sissification. Before you say "not all sissies", please keep in mind that your counterparts are badly misrepresenting you. Personally, sissification gives me old-school minstrel vibes. A select few minstrels put on blackface and made a point to use it positively to honor and represent black people in a way that most white audiences had never experienced. Unfortunately, it was overwhelmingly used by white men to mock with offensive caricatures and harmful stereotypes for the pleasure of themselves and their audience.
Think hard about why sissification is so prevalent in a subset of domination that's supposed to be woman-positive. It concerns me because your extremely loud counterparts seek a dominant woman, yet appear to believe that being a woman is somehow inferior. Are they honoring women by honestly representing us, or are they using it as a way to mock us with caricatures of ourselves and harmful stereotypes? Are they using that internalized misogyny to fuel their humiliation kink and to entertain their audience so they can all get off to it?
(and before you come after me, I'm both black and a woman - so yes, I can make these comparisons and they are definitely fair)
When I see so many people who identify as sissies looking like they just stumbled home after drinking heavily and puking in the bushes at a frat party, it's disheartening. The makeup is clownish and smeared, the outfit is hideous, the wig is terrible and crooked...it's just a mess, and it truly hurts to see ourselves represented this way. It's humiliating to us and to them, and I understand that humiliation may be their kink, but their future dominant may not want to see someone dressed as a caricature of themselves. This is likely why sissification doesn't sit well with the majority of lifestyle dominants, and they may not be able to explain it past a basic "ew, no thanks."
Why are forced feminization and forced bisexuality a hard no for me?
There's misandry and aspects of toxic masculinity related to forced feminization and forced bisexuality. There's rarely any true "force" involved. Instead, there's a great deal of transferring emotional responsibility to the dominant to avoid feeling guilt for enjoying something they feel societal pressure to dislike because it's not considered "manly."
I am completely uninterested in incels, alphas, or whatever ultra-toxic pick-up artist crap is going on out there.
2017 version of this post, titled "Comparison: Male Wife vs. Male Partner in FLR"
To me, a male wife is more of a genderfluid or androgynous man who doesn't adhere to masculine stereotypes and has no issue with it. There's no need to feminize him as he's already naturally more feminine in mindset and/or body than society prefers. When in womenswear, he prefers looking as natural as possible and eschews excessively frilly "sissy" wear. He doesn't call himself a sissy, either, as the term has a negative connotation for me of "femininity deserves humiliation and mockery." He's generally also more confident in himself and open-minded in regards to exploring gender identity and sexuality in kink. In summary, if I tell this man he looks beautiful in a dress, he'd accept it as the compliment I intended. If this is you, send me a message.
On the other hand, a male partner is more stereotypically masculine and more reticent to explore gender identity and sexuality in kink without being "forced" to, e.g. forced bi, forced feminization, forced sissification. There's a great deal of transferring responsibility to the dominant to avoid feeling guilt for enjoying something they feel societal pressure to dislike because it's not considered "manly." It concerns me because they want a dominant woman, yet they believe being womanly is somehow inferior. In summary, if I tell this man he looks beautiful in a dress, he takes it as an insult or believes that I'm trying to humiliate him - which will either turn him on or repulse him. I'm not interested in this guy.
APendragon Who says BDSM is not theraputic...
I found this interesting:
Russian scientists from the city of Novosibirsk, Siberia, presented a sensational report at the international conference devoted to new methods of treatment and rehabilitation in narcology. The report was called “Methods of painful impact to treat addictive behavior.”
Siberian scientists believe that addiction to alcohol and narcotics, as well as depression, suicidal thoughts and psychosomatic diseases occur when an individual loses his or her interest in life. The absence of the will to live is caused with decreasing production of endorphins - the substance which is known as the hormone of happiness. If a depressed individual receives a physical punishment, hard spankin, whipping, flogging, etc... , it will activate endorphin receptors, activate the “production of happiness”, and eventually relieve feelings of depression.
Russian scientists recommended the following course of the therapy: 30 sessions of 60 whips on the buttocks. A group of drug addicts volunteered to test the new method of treatment. The results can be described as good to excellent.
Doctor of Biological Sciences, Sergei Speransky, is a very well known figure in Novosibirsk. The doctor became one of the authors of the shocking "whipping" therapy. The professor used the self-flagellation method to cure his own depression. He also recovered from two heart attacks with the help of physical tortures too.
Candysnatcher To elaborate on my interest/search:
First, no headless profiles or photos of yourself heavily edited or otherwise masked by a photo app, otherwise my first and last impression of you will be that you are a fake or catfisher -- I won't respond. Bad English is also a tip off.
Sexual encounters are not a priority, in fact most of my fetish play encounters to present have been non-sexual; as anyone who has played before knows 99% of fetish is mental. A regular relationship with someone who has common interests, particularly with bondage, is ideal for developing intimacy but not essential. Just play is perfectly fine. I'm not here for a 'blow and go' so if you're just looking to get off I am not for you.
Finally, I've dated or otherwise met a number of different indviduals over the years; in my opinion life is too short to 'search for the perfect one'; I prefer those like myself who are open minded and grounded that I get along well with to see where it goes over time.
GenXMs I can't sleep, it warm and I'm horny, which reminds me and makes it harder to sleep...
thinking about a really hot time I had with an old friend of mine. She new I was a slut, and that I was into kink. I was staying at her place one time. It was a hot night and I was laid awake, and I heard her get up. Then my room door opened and she came and laid next to me.
She said she was awake because of the heat and feeling horny. Sh e then whispered in my ear, saying "I know how kinky you are, are you a slut for anyone, even me"
She pulled the covers off me and could see I was getting stiff, and said "I guess so".
She then held my cock, and told me she was thinking of telling her female friends about me, what I was, and asked me if it turned me knowing that they'd know.
Of course my cock got hard, and she said "well I guess that's my answer"
She made me flip over, and then just rested her arm out underneath me, making a grip with her hand, she then told me to fuck her hand.
I said instinctively "yes Miss" and proceeded to slip my throbbing cock into her hand and stated to fuck her hand. With her other hand, she began to play with herself, it didn't take long for her to make herself cum, after which she just opened her hand and said
"goog slut, now I'm going to bed, no touching until I say"
She kissed my cheek, and promptly left.
It took me a while to get to sleep with my cock throbbing and the heat.
TotalOwnerforslave Induction or Trial Period
After inspection there may be a trial period. This is a time when the prospective slave property experiences what being My property entails. That is slave may leave at any time up until commitment.
This trial period lasts until either Master or it decide to leave off or slave commits to becoming My chattel. In terms of time, the induction may last one day or up to 6 months. As stated above, at any time during the trial period either may terminate the process. During this time slave may exercise choice. While after commitment, slave looses any opportunity for choice except as the Master may allow.
I have been asked to clarify induction. Please excuse the redundancy.
During the period of induction, aka trial, slave may leave at any time. Or, Master may dismiss it any time. There are no conditions for termination of trial; no reason is needed.
If during that trial period if both agree slave may become total chattel property of Mine.
Notice, choice is available to slave up until both agree differently.
LexiBloodMoon I just got the official 'Okay' from my doctor and I am now officially "healed". The fucking dick has no fucking clue what he is talking about. I still have aches and pains from just standing up. I went from in fucking good shape to what I feel is a bloated whale. And my endurance is total crap. After 2 flights of stairs, I am now winded.
As for my business, it's gone. All of it. No more tools, or materials. I was even forced to sell off my "personal collection" of goodies. As for my clients, They have found other 'artists' and 'makers'.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have now hit rock bottom.
So what am I looking for I am looking for an artist. Someone who feels they are up for the challenge (and bragging rights). Some knows the ins and outs of social situations as well as proper etiquette in different circles. Someone who is willing and able to invest their time, talent, money, knowledge etc to make it happen.
The challenge,
Take this currently out of shape male, with lacking social skills and has not started their transition yet. Then through training, diet exercise, surgeries, lessons, transform him into a proper walking talking sex goddess. To remove every trace of ever being a male from the body and mannerisms. To transform so far that unless another was told they would never even suspect that the lady next to them was born a male.
I know something like this is a commitment in both time and money. As such, I do have skills in making and building that can be used. As I transition and look more feminine, I am willing to be a cam girl or what not. To be by your side as an assistant and maybe more. After the transition, I am more than happy to be a beta dom in your dungeon, or who knows what we can come up with.
Here I am a living flesh piece of clay, looking to be transformed into the 'perfect' woman. To live the life I know I was meant to be living. Help me and in return I can help you.
Send me a message if you are interested.
TeaMenthe The Brightest Mark of Ruin
She had warned him. Not with raised voice or trembling lip. The way a storm warns you: a change in pressure, a stillness that precedes something absolute. She had looked at him with those eyes that always saw further into him than was comfortable and said, quietly, with the patience of someone who has never needed to repeat Herself:
"Your body is mine. Your word is mine. Everything you signed your name to belongs to me now. Cross me unforgivably and I will not punish you. I won't need to. You will lose everything we have built, and it will be like poison in your veins."
He had meant it the way weak men mean everything: completely, warmly, right up until the moment it cost him something.
There was a contract. A real document, negotiated with Her characteristic precision, each clause a brick in something She was genuinely building. He had signed it with both hands steady and the particular glow of a man who has just been given more than he deserves. The ink was barely dry before he started deciding which parts applied to him.
The protocols She had built as architecture, the daily rituals that kept him tethered and honest, he let them erode with the indifference of someone who has confused being trusted with being unsupervised. Then he put his hands on someone else. Not a stumble. A decision, made repeatedly, to take what belonged to their bond and spend it somewhere cheaper. He came home from it and looked Her in the eye and said nothing, and that silence was its own act of violence.
When She found out, She came to him without hysteria, without tears, with complete and devastating composure. She asked him once for the truth. What he did next cannot be softened. He became physical, used his body the way cowards do, and drove Her from the home and safety that had been Hers. She left not because She was weak but because She has never once in Her life tolerated the intolerable.
She did not come back. She didn't need to.
The community moved the way water moves around a stone. No tribunal, no dramatic exile. People simply became unavailable. Conversations ended when he entered them. The doors didn't slam. They simply stopped opening. And She had not campaigned, had not made calls, because women of genuine authority do not need to destroy you manually. They tell the truth once, to the people who matter, and the truth does the rest.
He still tries. He appears at the edges of gatherings with the careful posture of someone who has rehearsed his normalcy, performing the shape of a man who has grown and arrived humbly at the gates of a second chance. Every experienced Domme in the room clocks it within minutes. The hollowness. The grasping. The unmistakable vibration of a man whose submission is a strategy rather than a truth. They decline, one after another, sometimes without a word, sometimes with a look that says they know exactly what they are looking at.
This is Her work, and She isn't even trying.
The contract still exists. She has it. Every line he failed, every clause he desecrated, every promise subsequently dismantled brick by brick. It is not a document anymore. It is an accounting, and it will follow him into every room he tries to enter, every connection he tries to build, every carefully managed first impression, until he has repaid what he owes in full. Everything must be returned to Her as was originally decreed for the poison to ebb. To the world he dirtied by what he did to Her, to the fidelity he shattered, the safety he violated, the home he poisoned : These things do not expire. They accrue interest.
She is woven into the world he still wants access to. Her judgment lives in it. He cannot go anywhere She has not already been, cannot reach anyone She does not already know. She is not a chapter; She is the book, and he is a footnote in a hand everyone can see was shaking.
She is not thinking of him. That is precisely the point.
He is living inside the shape of Her absence, and it fits him like the life sentence it is.
MistressWhipplash Today I read a journal entry on here asking where is the love on this site. Personally I don't share deep sentiments online, particularly on here. Why? Many are new bottoms seeking transactional kink which gets them blocked. In my view a submissivelistens to how I lead and answers questions I have. A bittom pushes to play to start how he-wants it=my Lady boner dropp means he gets ignored and BLOCKED.
Returning to the topic of love: Any deep emotional feelings are mutual and developed over time within my poly group I am the Boss of a long-term face-to-face relationship.
On here are my entry level thoughts regarding me, my life and who attracts my interestas a friend or potential long-term Slave in a TAT poly relationship. Of course getting to know each other prior to anything developing takes time. I don't talk kink online at all. First meet is at The Mawney Munch in Romford in Essex, UK. No exceptions.
Pretty clear right?
KinkyPear "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.
wayward5oul Saw something on here today that was a HUGE RED FLAG for me.
Some guy checked me out, so I in turn checked him out, and saw that he was using a picture of a former sub or playmate or whatever on his profile, face and all.
I gotta ask, does she know that you are using her picture, showing her ladybits and her face on a bdsm site for all to see?
How many women are having their privacy violated because a guy thinks the best way to advertise himself on here or other sites is to show pics of women, identifying chracteristics and all?
Frst of all, is that all you got? You can't make your own profile attractive on your own? You have to resort to pcitures of other people?
Second of all, how do I know that if I played with a guy who does this to other women, that he wouldn't do it to me also?
I am not the only one that thinks this way. Check out the questions about this on discussion boards on Fet. Lots of women say/think the same thing.
HUGE red flag. HUGE.
Ashtart ¿Es necesario el amor en una relación BDSM?Respuesta rápida: depende.
Como siempre dar like, compartir, comentar, seguir
https://amaasht.art.blog/2023/03/19/de-amor-y-bdsm-nunca-nuevo-siempre-actual/
KandMcouple The pacifier falls from his mouth and even before I hear it hit the floor he says, louder than I expected, "I will never fuck you again, Kristen." And almost before he even gets the words out he immediately grunts and convulses. I know he's orgasming before I see the spurts of cum escape out the waistband of his white and baby blue diaper. He has been humping his diaper for less than two minutes, and his inability to last any longer drives me crazy inside. I can’t wait to find my hitachi. His mouth is open and he's breathing heavily. Now that he's cum, I want to drive this new reality. "Now, tell me again M, 'I will never fuck you again.'" He catches his breath, looks at me spent, like a puppy, a sad, broken puppy. Quietly he says, "I will never fuck you again Kristen." I'm not convinced and say, "up on your knees, and say it louder." It is taking all of my strength not to plunge my fingers under my dress and into my underwear as I watch him struggle from sitting to his knees, but I know that immediately post orgasm he needs to be made to understand. "Now, look me in the face and tell me you agree and accept that you will never have sex with me again." I see it now, conviction in his eyes, he has accepted it and the moment hits me like a ton of bricks. This feels more significant than when he said, "I do" years ago. He goes a step beyond...I am again so proud of him. So proud where I have been able to direct us.
M looks me in the face, crosses his arms behind his back grabbing his forearms, straightens himself...
"K, I willingly agree and whole heartedly accept that we will never again have sex. I fully accept that we have crossed a line and cannot go back. I am yours. I love you, I want this for you, I want this for us."
I can't stand it...I am torn by the most arousal I have ever felt between my legs and the bursting emotion inside my chest. I tear up, get on my knees with him and wrap my arms around him, we hug for a long time. When we let go we both have tears on our cheeks. "I love you" I say. "I love you" he says.
emptysoultoown Well its week after the Montreal Fetish weekend and I can't help but to get depressed after being immersed in an environment which Is so conducive to acceptance.
Having some impact play with VagaBound in the VIP dungeons was a breath of fresh air and him doing the photo shoots for me on the streets of Montreal
And especially a City like Montreal that welcomes you so well being fetish and kink and being able to so freely excepted doing photo shoots around and on the streets of Montreal was inspiring.
I cannot wait till next year MFW 2025 to create more content and hopefully I find the owner as the Rubber sub and Rubber Doll i am that can consume me and complete my existence. Its been a long journey.
I am trying to concentrate on the next events that are ahead of me like Folsom Kink street fair SF September 29th 2024 and then DOMMETRIPS Cozumel Mexico October 5th to October 12th. As a early 57th birthday present.
Then I also have to find a costume ball or event for Halloween for September. To go full latex Cat hood, catsuit too. Need to keep the constant rush happening for the adrenaline rush and excitement showing the rubber doll in me.
I am also have my attention on Claiming my tickets for MFW 2025 when they go on sale January and Fetish factory Florida Anniversary 5 day event 2025.
Grabdaddyshand I am well aware of the nature of this site. A place where individuals indulge in their wildest desires and fetishes. However, I cannot help but ponder on the intricacies of my own desires.
I do not find superficial compliments or shallow attempts at flattery to be of any interest to me. I am not impressed by those who claim to have read my profile, only to immediately express their desire to engage in carnal acts with me. It is possible that I have come to the wrong place to satisfy my true desires.
What truly ignites my passions is the ability to engage in a meaningful conversation with someone. Discussions that range from the trivial to the serious, the playful to the flirtatious, and even the melancholy. The back and forth banter that flows effortlessly, covering a wide range of topics, from our personal relationships to the state of the world. And, of course, the subtle glances and touches that make us lose all coherent thought.
Is such a connection still possible in this digital age? I often find myself questioning if I am living in a fantasy world. But, then again, the mere thought of it ignites a fire within me. Perhaps, someday, I will find it once more.
HouseofG On Self-Mastery Before Mastery Over Others
A Master who seeks to command another must first command himself. Authority without discipline is nothing but noise—loud, fleeting, and without weight. True mastery begins within: the mind must be sharpened, the emotions steadied, and the will made unshakable. Only then can the Master stand above his slave with confidence and clarity.
A Master who has not mastered himself becomes ruled by impulse. Anger dictates his words, jealousy clouds his vision, and fear drives his actions. Such a man cannot lead, for he is a servant to his own weakness. A slave will sense this instability, and with it, respect will erode. Without respect, obedience becomes hollow, and the dynamic crumbles.
To achieve self-mastery, the Master must practice three disciplines:
Discipline of the Mind – The Master must think clearly, without being swayed by fear, envy, or pride. Reflection, study, and intentional learning strengthen the intellect and refine judgment.
Discipline of the Body – The Master must hold himself with presence and authority. Care of health, posture, and bearing are not vanity—they are symbols of control and power that the slave must see and feel.
Discipline of the Spirit – The Master must know his own values, beliefs, and purpose. He must act from principle, not reaction, and embody consistency in every command.
When the Master governs himself, his commands are unquestionable. His slave will feel the certainty of his hand, the steadiness of his rule, and the clarity of his authority. Self-mastery is the root of all mastery; without it, the title of Master is an empty shell.
Let it be remembered: before a Master can claim ownership of another, he must first prove ownership of himself.
xxbeautifulxliexx You should be very careful throwing around terms like "true Dom/Master/sub/slave" or "real Dom/Master/sub/slave". What is real and true to me isn't necessarily what's real and true to someone else.
A lot of times people throw out those terms and what they really mean is "someone who thinks exactly like me" or "someone who practices BDSM just like I do". Other times they mean "you have to agree with everything I say, believe and do, or you're not a 'real' Dom/sub/Master/slave".
As far as I'm concerned, if you're willing to learn from others (regardless of which side of the slash they live on), you're kind, accepting, practice as safely as possible within you and your partners limits, you're respectful of others even if they have differing opinions/practices or beliefs, then you're as 'real' and 'true' as can be. I may not agree with you...I may not even want to spend time with you or associate with you, but I certainly won't malign you as being 'fake'.
MistressSophinaM In Regards to Domestic Servitude
If you are wondering what some of the tasks will be, here is a list:
Doing the chores, cleaning, and errands to include:
Picking up packages, groceries, dry cleaning
Changing the bed sheets, maintaining and putting the laundry away
Keeping the closets organized
Watering the plants
Draw my bath and pull down the bed covers
To be a Chauffeur
Wait on and pamper me
Massages
Foot and Body Worship
CraveToPlease In just one word to describe what it feels like to love someone who will never love you back-
Hollow.
Other words come to mind. Empty. Void. Blank. Pointless.
Hollow.
Because that’s exactly what it is.
It’s like eating junk food when you’re not even hungry or hungover because you are sure, so sure that it will satiate you. That it will make you happy. That it will give you some sort of sense of satisfaction and contentment. But that feeling never comes and you’re left just sitting in front of what is essentially, a waste, with nothing to show for it but a mess you’ve done to yourself. Junk food isn't good for you. In moderation it won't harm you but every day it will take it's toll on your health. Loving someone who doesn't love you is exactly like consuming junk food daily. It leaves you feeling so full you're empty.
It’s an uphill battle where there’s nothing waiting for you at the top. A triathlon with no one waiting for you at the finish line. It’s fighting every single day with bloody knuckles and an even more battered heart hoping that someone will be there to make everything worth it, everything okay. Then you realize that you’re standing on your own with absolutely nothing to show for yourself or all your struggles. Then you're responsible for picking up those pieces of your own emotions solo. But they're broken pieces that never will be the same or fit together "just right" any longer.
Metaphors aside, there’s not really anything good or at the very least, fulfilling, that comes from falling in love with someone who you know deep down will never truly love you back.
It’s purposeless. It’s empty.
It leaves you completely hollow.
Loving someone, really truly loving someone, who cannot and will not love you back isn’t something that will make you stronger. It can teach you a lot of things, but make you stronger? Not really. No matter which way you paint it, whatever beautiful embellishment you try to put onto your own cliché unrequited love, of rose coloured glasses.
Because the number one thing you learn when you love someone who doesn’t love you back?
It’s that sometimes, love really isn’t enough.
Loving someone, and continuing to love someone who will not love you back isn’t brave. And it isn’t strong. While there is something to be said for having a big heart and having the capacity to give pieces of yourself to people who don’t, and don’t deserve to, appreciate you, holding onto them when they aren’t holding back isn’t brave or strong or good.
It’s self-destructive.
Because deep down, truthfully, that’s what loving someone who you know will never love you back really is. It’s dousing your core in gasoline, handing them the match to see what they’ll do, and setting everything on fire yourself when you realize that they’re indifferent about what does or does not happen. And the longer it takes you to realize that that’s the case, that you’re responsible for your own entire wreckage, your destruction, the longer it will take you to scoop up your own ashes and rebuild yourself when you finally come to your senses.
Hollow.
That’s what trying to fill yourself with someone who doesn’t truly love you is. It’s empty. It’s unfulfilling. It’s hollow.
It will do nothing but frustrate you, fail you, and leave you standing there with nothing but the remnants of a you, you don’t even recognize in your own hands.
Because that’s the cost of loving someone who does not, and will not love you back.
You.
You won’t lose this person who you’ve idealized, who you’ve loved unrequitedly. You won’t miss out on “what could’ve been” and you won’t fail to jump onto a train that was maybe heading your way. You won't be sad that the ship you were about to board has already sailed. You won’t find yourself gring at the fingertips of anyone else, because the only person you will have failed to truly hold onto is YOU.
You.
So what does it honestly mean to love someone who doesn’t love you back?
It means losing you, losing yourself. It means letting go of things that may be actually tangible, and favouring something you will never actually hold close. It means putting a fantasy in front of your own reality, fragments in front of your own holistic life.
Loving someone who will not love you back is quite simply, a waste of your precious, precious time.
So what do you do? What do you do when you find yourself sitting there, attempting to justify and make sense of someone else’s ambivalence and your own inexplicable need to love them when they haven’t asked for it or earned it?
You let go. You move on.
No matter how hard it is, no matter the struggle. No matter how much you want to cling to them, and no matter how much you feel like you love them.
You have to let them go.
Because in letting them go, you know who you’ll get to hold onto instead?
You.
And that’s the only thing you’ll ever really need, anyway. Love yourself first.
lusciouslisalips
Fall and Winter 2021 update.
Lisa's desires for younger/youthful gurls:
"If you are a younger Domme Gurl; whom would like an older sub/slave woman, and you would like to take that extra Control over her. Your using and humiliating her lifestyle to your pleasure; then please read on further. And, what could be more humiliating for an older woman when she kneels incestuously before someone young enough to be her daughter or granddaughter?"
A lovely lady lesbian, lecherous, lascivious, seeking similar, saucy, sexy, sophisticated, stylish, social, slender, smooth, similar senioress sisters. update information........Lisa and Brenda now live here together as two wonderful lovingly respectful, honestly honorable ladies from another gender. We so enjoy the compatibility of each other, our integrity, character, honesty, candor with each other---appreciation it is, totally.
The feeling of being subjugated to another in all aspects of my daily life--- is an unfilled dream of so many of us gurls. Lisa is now finally retired, and she would lose total Control if someone was "in charge" of her breasts constantly, for they are the most sensitive part of her whole body !!!
Sex, is rapidly moving to the back burner so to speak---due to these advancing years!
TotalOwnerforslave Master does not chat with prospective slave property before inspection.
Exception: I will offer a picture of Master and the opportunity to ask limited questions to potential slave property that completely fill out My questionnaire. it may request the opportunity to complete the questionnaire any time after a firm date and time for inspection has been established.
Some slaves may find the questionnaire too invasive. In the process of taking a slave property into My domain I will sooner or later know everything about it. It is just a matter of timing: tell Me now or tell Me later.
Send its email address when requesting questionnaire. I prefer to use email for this exchange.
Reading all the material Master has here on offer will divulge much about what slave may expect as property.
Eslavegirl
Desire fires: a machine gun
Turning love to hate.
You could never
Be my mate...
Tears fall, heart aches.
i poison myself
Day after day till
Pneumonia hits
In ways You never did.
Grief buries feeling,
As i cleanse,
Breath by breath,
Coughing sadness
Till life deceives,
yet i defy death
And hate,
For God knows
As i let go
In prayer,
love feeds
What love makes.
6/14/24
subNhou Protocol Party Ideas
Low Protocols that are public-friendly.• sub refills the Doms drink.• sub not sitting until the Dom sits• serving the Dom before the sub.• sub not eating until the Dom starts• etc.
Medium Protocols are usually seen at kink parties.• sub sitting on floor next to the Dom.• sub saying yes Sir/Maam.• any type of service including play.
etc.
Then there are High Protocols. These are actions the sub is not to question. They are done quickly and respectfully.• sub is not allowed to speak.• sub can't look into Dom's eyes.• sub stands at attention.• sub walks behind the Dom.• sub obeys all orders.• etc.
These are just a few examples of protocols. When beginning to use protocols remember to start slow. Try one or two to begin with and discuss whether they are working or not. It is very gratifying when protocols are used. The sub is pleasing the Dom and the Dom is proud/pleased with the sub. Now that's a turn on. 😁
quirkylittle4daddy a bolder post, a bolder call to the sacred sexuality warriors of light of both genders. hold the mother fucking line. if you dare
as this awareness came to me i knew it wasn't something personal and needed to be shared. but i had a hesitation. what i share is already hard to understand...and this one can make even the most aligned buckle....but then i breathed and said i'm a splenic projector thats a juxtaposition with a cross of assimilation. if i am NOT talking about things that will be rejected by 99.9% of people i'm NOT doing my job.
and i breathe and take a deep dive into the waters.
we rose from the filth. we rose to the highest of heights. we've seen things that will make most want to end it all and yet here we are. we touch the heights of pleasure beyond what mere mortals understand. those risk takers those truth sayers. those people who play on the edge that have people praying for them night and day. and yet we know there is truth in those edges we consciously touch potentially getting burned.
even little girls like me, have a vicious primal gross and disgusting streak in us.
it's the dark empty void.
for us girlies of all gender identities it's the dark goddess and in the men it's the dark god.
but there's a deeper layer.....a lot of us are stuck in that fleeting, passionate, tempered vibe..and playing higher, rougher, deeper, stronger, more intense...that can get you stuck in the sauce real fast. the sauce of the 3d world of tradition and structure and organization that keeps you small.
there's a higher angelic fiery demon class out there......beyond the constraints of passionate love.
we're here to master a spiritual, esoteric, cosmic, and divine sense of sexuality and love. and hold it...hold it for dear life as the rest of the earth is stuck in this not BAD..but denser, complicated, more painful and stagnant vibe of love and sexuality.
a lot of my dark goddess aka alternative sophia energy ladies are wanting to stay in the sauce and tussle with their alternative dark god michael energy and keep the cycle going.
but i've risen above in the clouds into the starseed light of absolution. and it's haughty..it's haughty because radical detachment and a commitment to continue knowing i am human..i will have slips, i will fail, on earth i am not completely me...but the journey is to always return...the lessons and the landscape and the cosmic story is there...if you
DON'T
GET
IN
THE
SAUCE
be the observer...the lover the fighter the warrior, the dying the living, the exalted....touch feel breath smell taste feel ache scream cry hit claw explode...but always come back to love.
ai no message.
the fixation on the cohabitation the family the kids the stability the structure the compromise is what keeps us stuck.
pure absolution and the focus of self mastery first and a deep unyielding commitment to each other is the way. if you choose to be apart of this rat pack.
and it's only elite because you'll be pushed...pushed over and over and over again.....you'll start where people say they would hate to be apart of this..they can't imagine living like this..they'd rather DIE.
and yet here you are.....living breathing..maybe because you had no choice.but maybe you deep down did and know even in the darkest of the dementor days there's a gem and a lesson and an ascension coming if you just hold on.
people mean while you're fellow dark beings of love(not violent, not demonic, not manipulative....but dark and raw and scary and righteous not afraid to shank a bitch if necessary) are still caught in the sauce..it pulls it down.
but then...returning and holding the line rises....it rises you to the clouds, to the sky, the ocean, the galaxy....the dark with flashing lights so wide the purple violet flames of transmutation........the comets and the energy balls bigger than one can contextualize....and you're there......
it takes grit it takes everything and then when you have nothing else to give..it takes only perseverance in something you can't even imagine is there...just one foot in the other..beyond weary beyond done.....no hope..and yet something deeper pulls you forward...to hold the line.
deception is slink seductive, it's chemically altering, it's what everyone else is literally doing...it's acceptable....passionate fleeting love and sex is the drug..........if you choose. not bad..but it keeps you saucy in a sauce that isn't even tasty.
some of us warriors are meant....
TO HOLD...THE LINE.
and i really wrote most of that outside of myself......into something deeper behind just little twin stars space talking.
this is what i originally came to say.
HOLD.
HOLD STEADY, HOLD TRUE.
FOR LOVE, FOR LIFE, FOR LIVE.
FOR THE FIGHT, FOR THE FOCUS IS ALL ON YOU.
TO BE TRUE TO THINE OWN AND TO BE TRUE THINE HEART AND THINE COUNTRY AND THEY SACRED SPACE TOO.
FOR WHEN THINE IS TRUE TO THEE ,THEY SHINE SO BRIGHT.
HOLD STEAD SOLDIER, HOLD TRUE....HOLD THE LINE.
HOLD THE LINE AT ALL COSTS.
EVEN AT THE RISK OF YOUR OWN LIFE. HOLD THE LINE! FOR GODS SAKE(the tetra god, now the gendered ones) AND THE SAKE OF OUR CURRENT FREQUENCY AND DIMENSION ON EARTH.
HOLD THE ENERGY, HOLD THE DIVINE. THE WORLD DEPENDS ON IT....YOU DEPEND ON IT.
GoddessVenom666 As those who choose to worship Me know, Goddess devotes Her Time, Her Energy, and Her Wisdom to slaves She selaspects. This is part of Who Goddess is. Growth for slaves is paramount.
This necessarily takes effort. In October, Goddess has selfishly focused only on Herself. My Growth. My Beauty. My Happiness. My Pleasure. Think of the absence of Goddess from this platform as simply an extension of locktober. slaves are denied something even more pleasurable than orgasm. They are denied Me.
Depsite this, four have shown the depth of their worship. Praising Me. sending Me energy. Worshipping. Such darlings. Demon, Kitten, Anastasia, Bunny are seen and valued. Rewards of worshipping Me even in My absence are tremendous as even non reciprocal worship gives you strength.
others, Lexi, Butterfly, Lu, Kira have lives that have taken them on various paths apart from Me. But still are valued, and are welcome in My Realm when their lives permit.
a few have disappointed and could do better.
those nervpus about approaching should do so. I am glorious. I will uplift you even as you sink into deep emotional and spiritual enslavement to Me. I always want more souls and more energy.
Sometime in November I shall return. And provide health and joy to those worthy, but especially to those named.
kisses, pets
ConfidentGent How I Think About This Life
There's a difference between Dominants and Masters that most people . Dominants and submissives live this episodically, in scenes, in chapters, in hungers that get fed and return. It's something they do. For those at the deeper end of the pool it goes further than that. It is fundamentally different. It is woven into who they are. It can't be set down because it was never picked up. It is simply there, part of who they are. When they aren't living in alignment with it, they feel something is missing.
If you've done scenes, found satisfaction, and then felt the hunger return unchanged as if you'd fed the wrong appetite entirely, sit with that. It may not mean something was wrong. It may mean you've been reaching for the right thing in the wrong form. That isn't to say that a lifestyle that's built around playtime scenes is wrong or lesser, just that if it isn't scratching the itch you feel fully, mere domination may not be what you need.
From my perspective, dominance is about the application of power in a given moment. Mastery is about depth, about how completely you're committed to understanding and fully expressing a woman's unique nature. I use dominance as a tool of Mastery, not its definition. What I'm after isn't the performance of control but its reality, to shape a willing partner into their deepest perfection as I see it. Dominance is the moment. Mastery is the journey.
That journey begins with genuinely knowing her. What moves her. What holds her back. What she hasn't yet given herself permission to want. What she doesn't yet understand about herself.
I hold what many people today would call an anachonistic (and often misogynistic) view of a woman's nature and her place in a dynamic. It is not a lesser place, simply a different one. A hammer and a screwdriver serve different purposes, and each performs terribly as the other, yet they are both equal. Dominance and submission is a response, in many ways, to how our society has tried to homogenize the roles of men and women in a way no different than demanding we accept hammers and screwdrivers as being equaly capable of fulfilling each other's roles. I believe far too many women today struggle with happiness precisely because they have accepted society's rejection of traditional gender roles socially and sexually. I've seen women who feel peace and gratification when they submit in the bedroom, then can't understand why they're angry and frustrated when they live the rest of their lives trying to pretend to be the same as men. Some women can navigate society's definition of "equal" just find, but submissive women need a place to express something core to their being that isn't satisfied in that space of equality. For some, submission in the bedroom fills the need adequately, but if you're still feeling that hunger to submit, if scenes aren't fully feeding your need, I believe that's why.
Do not mistake me: I do not see women as in any way lesser than men, only different. There are highly compentent women in every field and skill; I simply believe that a woman need not sacrifice her femininity, nor a man his masculinity, for the sake of equality, and that society's attempts to do so are why so many women (and men) are dissatisfied today. It is mind-boggling to me how so many people can recognize the fundamental difference between equality and equity in relation to (for instance) disabilities, yet contend that equality between men and women is natural. If you have a womb and I don't, equality isn't possible, period. Equity, however, is.
I don't apologize for those beliefs and I'm not interested in debating it. What I mean by that isn't contempt. It means I think femininity carries something specific and profound and inextricably linked to submission. A something that goes to one's core, and that a woman who understands and inhabits that space rather than arguing with it is capable of a submission that most people in this life never actually find. I find that kind of woman extraordinary. Truly a priceless masterpiece to be treasured, and conformed to my vision of their perfection not harshly, but with firm confidence.
My approach has always carried a 1950's quality to it, in the best expression of that era (which most certainly wasn't always its reality). The structure of domestic life has always served, for me, as an expression of the dynamic. That particular kind of submissive femininity that finds meaning in service and in the rhythms of a household held to a standard, the rituals of daily life weaving the texture of the dynamic. The aesthetic matters to me as well: a woman in a well fitted A-line dress over stockings and a garter belt, moving through a home with intention and grace is, to my mind, one of the most beautiful things there is. It is simply where my sense of how this life is lived most fully has always landed. It certainly isn't for everyone, and I"m not saying it is better, only that for those for whom it fits I believe it is most satisfying. I'm drawn to a woman who makes pleasing me her partner her quiet art, whether we are in a relationship or not. I love enging with a woman who wants to be formed and shaped into her most fully realized self, who finds in that not diminishment but the truest expression of what she is.
pizzapuppiescows I met someone recently who was so different than any experience here to date. I felt seen. It's truly a scary thing, when you hide between what you put to paper and what you keep to yourself. You don't really think anyone will notice, but you sort of hope someone does, but maybe from a safe distance. He noticed. He read everything I ever wrote here, told me his thoughts and speculations, shared some of his writing. He got goofy with me. It was just about the best everything someone could do in my book. He shared vulnerabilities with me, too. I felt valued. I felt comfortable. It made me want to be brave, at least a little. But things can change quickly. I don't know if he took it for more than it was or if something else happened, but he's gone. Maybe I said the wrong thing. Maybe he was moody. Whatever it was, we were not in sync that day. Part of me feels like one not-so-great conversation shouldn't outweigh the rest, especially in the beginning. The other part remembers that what is meant to be will always find me. He was pretty wonderful. Maybe he will find me again, and maybe we will hold patience for each other enough to find out. Maybe someone else is waiting around the proverbial corner. There is never a shortage of men. But good men, those are harder to come by. I needed some time after the liar. I think I'm ready again.
MistressWhipplash Oh I wish I had a slave driver here,
A useful chatty person near,
Drives me to key appointments with notice set,
Keen to be useful to me I bet.
When I choose club play nights off we fly,
Whips on his derriere produce mutual joy sighs.
Though now pleasant chat from the states only shows,
Useless in practical life we all know.
And I am a practical person through and through,
So where are you Slave driver you not around tinges me blue.
Instead I am busy with study and skill,
Developing life knowledge so my mind advances up a holl,
Knowledge is power so I consume mine,
Growing as a person through time.
alenaslight You, however, keep on speaking what is consistent with wholesome teaching. 2 Let the older men be moderate in habits, serious, sound in mind, healthy in faith, in love, in endurance. 3 Likewise, let the older women be reverent in behavior, not slanderous, not enslaved to a lot of wine, teachers of what is good, 4 so that they may advise the younger women to love their husbands, to love their children, 5 to be sound in mind, chaste, working at home, good, subjecting themselves to their own husbands, so that the word of God may not be spoken of abusively. 6 Likewise, keep on urging the younger men to be sound in mind, 7 showing yourself to be an example of fine works in every way. Teach what is pure with all seriousness, 8 using wholesome speech that cannot be criticized, so that those who oppose may be put to shame, having nothing negative to say about us. 9 Let slaves be in subjection to their owners in all things, trying to please them, not talking back, 10 not stealing from them, but showing complete trustworthiness, so that in every way they may adorn the teaching of our Savior, God. 11 For the undeserved kindness of God has been manifested, bringing salvation to all sorts of people. 12 It trains us to reject ungodliness and worldly desires and to live with soundness of mind and righteousness and godly devotion amid this present system of things, 13 while we wait for the happy hope and glorious manifestation of the great God and of our Savior, Jesus Christ, 14 who gave himself for us to set us free from every sort of lawlessness and to cleanse for himself a people who are his own special possession, zealous for fine works. 15 Keep on speaking these things and exhorting and reproving with full authority. Do not let anyone look down on you.
Titus 2:1-15
MistressNikkiVixen So I have a confession. I found someone I'm smitten with here and I still had to leave him with no reply. I realized you have to make hard commands here because so many are trained and untrained by all different variations of superiors. So I'm going to write my must/must not list to help you gauge if we should be communicating at all.
1. Must ask for permission to hold a conversation. I instantly read your profile to see who you believe you are. Not doing this is a pet peeve. It's like being outside and someone just starts talking to you before they ask if you have time to talk.
2. I'm in Atlanta and I frequent Houston because I'll also have a home there soon. I get bored easily so online play is so having someone local or that enjoys travel a lot is preferable. I have a 7 day attention span before im Annoyed with only chit chat so keep that in mind.
3. I am a serial entrepreneur so I don't have time for a 24/7 sub/slave situation. I already have 147 employees, meetings, and projaspects in my vanilla life. The part of my life you live is to allow me to explore my deviance along with worship aspaspects I so enjoy. Everyone needs a little kink but there is a time and place for everything.
4. I rarely play home, I belong to many clubs throughout the U.S. So my favorite types of play dates happen to be dinner drinks and maybe meeting a couple or two if you've been well behaved. I only play with things that belong to me.
5. I enjoy ritual admiration. I believe when you believe in something you will develop rituals to keep it close to your heart. It's the reason we use to pledge our allegiance to the flag or say Grace before we eat. Being able to honor your superior or superiors always makes me happy.
6. I'm not into non thinkers. I Need to be able to hold a conversation with you. I want to enjoy having you and if your stuff like a broom stick I won't be able. Its ok for me to ask how your day was and you give me a real answer not you've been in chastity since 6amim talking about did you speak to family, how was work, what did you eat? I am a Mistress and a Goddess and a Woman I don't turn any of me off to be the others they are my trinity. I want you to be able to be you in it's entirety for me.
7. So many of you seem like you could be great if you had the right person leading you, but you have to remember to make genuine connections. I'm not interested in training someone I have interest in nurturing. I'm a lover and unfortunately some times my love hurts a little lol. Sometimes my love demands a little from you but if you believe I'm worth worship you will do what's needed.
8. I'm a 8 life path so I'll leave you with this go listen to "Take me to church" by Hozier and remember me!
Lets have a conversation but remember rule #1 before you message. If you can't follow simple instructions you're wasting my time.
MsTxStorm Attention all
Here is a cheat sheet for you:
If you approach me without a greeting.... already not intrested
I am not some fastfood place where you come and just place an order
If you send me what YOU want to send me instead of what I asked for, I am moving on the the next email because obviously you either can not follow instruction, which is an important trait for a sub/slave OR you insist on doing things your way, which is NOT a good trait in a sub/slave
Oh yeah, and the copy and paste thing, just shows you didn't take the time to read my profile and think we could be a match, just proves you mass mail and whoever responds is good enough for you. I've already moved on to the next message. If you don't care why should I?
There, hope that clears things up
Cheekylilmiss I messed up badly extremely badly on my first night at Masters home
I. Have thought n thought about it and I know i have to show Master that I know i made a
Big mistake and no matter what,I'm going to do my best to never ever do that again
We did discuss what happened and it did have the potential to kill what we both wanted.
I will strive to be better,do better and be what you want,need and desire
I just read a post about shitty subs,yes I said it and it did strike a nerve.
We did discuss my behaviour and over the next 2 days,I did demonstrate to Master that
I was ashamed of myself and stepped up in everyway possible
I could've ruined the best opportunity to be owned by a Master who is so special and so different .
Your a kind,caring and strict Master and even tho we agreed to never bring it up again,I want to say sorry ..
That was not acceptable in any way shape or form and beat myself up daily..
I know I have a way to go and I will Master.
I want you to be proud to own me,.
.were still kinda new to each other,but ii want this to work with all my heart Master
LatexHer Well, all who follow me on the internet - I have relocated to Eastern Tennessee near ETSU. My home is finished and soon I will resume teaching special women all about submission, obedience, and cock worship. Too many of you believe that you are sitting on gold, but secretly fantasize about being used as a woman should be! All three of our glorious holes drilled and utilized for the sadistic pleasure of your Master!
Think of it girls - Going out on the town - good food, great drinks when nobody can tell that under your clothing you are wearing a steel chastity belt, tight corset, rubber panties with two plugs, a remote-controlled vibrator affixed to your clit. your erect nipples poking through a rubber-lined open nipple bra, feeling the cool southern air through the silk blouse. Suddenly you g as the vibrator begins to torment your erect clit!
Are you ready to rush home and please your owner in order to cum yourself? Will he allow it, or will you suffer much and many more torments throughout the night? Perhaps you will spend a long night in a cage, or strapped into bed until the batteries die.
ONLY I WILL KNOW what and how your torments will end!
CosmicCunt The amount of people submitting payment requests for preorders on FYF is comical. ROFL Just to be sure, Ive been sending out the necessary releases to My people enmasse so they can be prepared for all possibilities. Honestly, ya'll have Me laughing-snorting with how serious you take Me. Its inspiring and hilarious.
Onward and upward.
Applying to Me is not a walk in the park. You have to jump through the hoops I set for you and you may never understand why I do what I door how I do or when I do. This part is not about you getting it...it is about Me getting what I want in order to assess your ability to serve Me and Mine for life.
Think rabbit hole, think nude, think entirely enslaved. Then you might come close to what I am thinking and what I am looking for.
Be sane, be real, be someone who can share in a telephone conversation, be someone who can move between worlds - or decidely be an object in My menagerie - still sane & real.
TulipGrace Time to clarify a few things, I guess. I wrote something to help clarify an age bracket I am interested in and why… but I guess on a sit like this I need to narrow it down a little further.
IF you were born with two X chromosomes, i.e. what the human race once called female… I have zero interest in dating you. If you live your life proud of those two X chromosomes we can be good friends!
IF you were born with one X and one Y chromosome, i.e. what the human race once called male…
AND you live your life proudly as a fully blooded man,
AND you are local,
AND you are not married,
OR living with someone,
OR have a LTR significant other,
AND you are gainfully employed (or independently wealthy and thus not needing employment)
AND you have a residence (your mothers basement and brothers-in-laws garage do not count)
AND you have transportation (Public electric scooters do not count)
AND you like to chant Let’s Go BRANDON!…
THEN, you have made it through the initial screening process and we can start chatting…
IF you have rainbows for anything other than the promise of God on your profile… you should probably not contact me.
IF you like to wag your hand when you talk for reasons other than being Italian, you should probably not contact me.
IF you have to practice speaking in high pitches, you should probably not contact me.
IF you have to decide between apples and socks in your bra, you should probably not contact me (Unless the cause is cancer related)
IF you need a tuck it bathing suit, you should probably not contact me.
IF you have two XX chromosomes and look like a cancer patient for no reason, you should probably not contact me.
IF you have a Y Chromosome and wear makeup and are not an actor or news anchor, you should probably not contact me.
IF you are a bottom, realize you can contact me, but it will be friends only. (Same for most switches)
IF you are far away, it is pretty pointless to contact me.
I can keep going but I am getting bored and if this doesn’t get the point across I don’t’ know what will.
Oh and if you want to friend me… I am flattered… but maybe try speaking to me? I am not a check mark to tally up on your friends list, actually make a friend of me. Like a box pops up and asks you, do you know this person, are they a friend, and you click yes, and you haven’t read my profile, or spoken to me… and I am supposed to agree, and say, oh yeah, that imbecile is my buddy! Yeah, nope. I only bite if you like it…
dakota62
Edit
So the looser of our little game is now in the position of being constantly aroused at the thought of so many folk seeing one of her pictures, and as she has no control over further posts. Its hard to tell which is arousing her more, the loss of control or folk seeing her pictures. So today we have a fresh picture to review, feedback welcome.
MistressWhipplash Hey Mistress
**I am not your Mistress**
Sorry hello Ma'am how are you,
Will you do to me the things you do?
Whips and Canes and all that stuff,
I have "sub" frenzy and can't get enough,
Yes I will say all the right things but never do them true,
I am a shadow wanker and cum while messaging you.
**No I won't, you ignored my needs,
Didn't read my profile or even glance through my feed,
So my needs have zero to do with what you seek,
Pushing yourself first and certainly not meek,*
Oh Ma'am your voice makes my knees go weak,
(In boy speak damn I hope my load is expelled before she peaks)
So off he went that newbie quick,
without a clue on how to be mine he was such a dick,
Yes we know it happens but 4 in one day,
The shadow wanker news must be actively pushing my name.
Obedience to me is what I like,
Some laughter and a bare derriere in sight,
A man who asks my consent,
Before he wanks and becomes spent,
Then in a restaurant a respectful man,
Simping on me doing all he can,
Hanging up my coat & pulling out my chair,
Fetching all I need his excellent manners beyond compare,
No age doesn't always develop better,
Self-aware submission daily melts his mind to fetter,
Only offer what you can do for me,
Servant, sweetheart long term be,
Fetter and bind that will to me,
So he begs never to be free.
Exoticpie2024
I am not your Chocolate Queen, Domme, Mistress, Baby, princess etc. I don't know you. I don't do random terms of endearment when there is no relationship established.
You may address me as Ms.cherry when messaging me.
If you are a person under the age of 26 DO NOT. JUST DON'T.
Refrain from messaging me about things you want to do to me, or things you want me to do to you.I DO NOT CARE. Keep your fetishes and imaginary expectations to yourself. People don't have to participate in your fantasy because your dick jumped at my photos.
Thanks for he compliment
Mysterium Let’s stop pretending this is rare.
Predators exist in the kink community for the same reason they exist anywhere power and vulnerability intersect.
Because some people see trust and think “opportunity.”
And before someone gets defensive, let’s clear something up:
Predators are not always the creepy outsider everyone avoids.
Sometimes they’re the respected Dom.
Sometimes they’re the “experienced” submissive.
Sometimes they’re the educator, the mentor, the person who has “been around forever.”
Predatory behavior isn’t defined by gender, role, or years in the lifestyle.
It’s defined by how someone behaves when they think nobody will challenge them.
And the easiest people to target?
Newcomers.
Because new people want to learn.
They want to belong.
They assume experienced people know what they’re doing.
Predators know that.
So the playbook starts.
First comes the love bombing.
“You’re special.”
“You have real submissive energy.”
“I normally don’t take beginners but you’re different.”
Then comes skipping negotiation.
Suddenly limits, safewords, and risk discussion are treated like unnecessary formalities.
“Real submissives don’t need to negotiate everything.”
Right.
Because negotiation creates accountability, and predators hate accountability.
Then comes isolation.
“People here won’t understand our dynamic.”
“Don’t talk to others about what we do.”
Isolation removes witnesses.
And predators hate witnesses almost as much as they hate boundaries.
Then comes the real classic: gaslighting.
When someone says a line was crossed, the predator rewrites reality.
“You agreed to that.”
“You asked for it.”
“You’re just struggling with submission.”
No.
That’s manipulation.
And let’s address one of the biggest lies predators love telling:
“A real submissive wouldn’t question their Dom.”
Bullshit.
Submission is consensual power exchange, not a psychological hostage situation.
Anyone telling you that you lose the right to object once you’re “submissive enough” is waving a red flag so big it should blot out the sun.
And then there’s the final shield predators love hiding behind:
Reputation.
“They’ve been around forever.”
“They’ve done so much for the community.”
Cool.
None of that makes someone incapable of being a manipulative asshole.
Communities that protect reputations more than people create the exact environment predators thrive in.
So here’s the part newcomers need to hear clearly:
You can ask questions.
You can say no.
You can stop a scene immediately.
No dynamic removes that right.
No title overrides consent.
No one owns your autonomy.
And anyone who tries to convince you otherwise isn’t demonstrating dominance.
They’re demonstrating exactly why predators love environments where people are too polite to call them out.
Predators don’t survive because they’re clever.
They survive because communities stay quiet.
Stop doing that.
MrWryly The only people I judge are judgmental people themselves.
OK, and people who've asked me to judge them. But that totally muddies the nice, clean quote. ;)
I have kicked around this scene of ours for long enough that I remember when YKINMKBIOK was plain survival. Before the web got into every home, if you knew a few people in your area, who were into kink, you clung to them. It didn't matter that I was into the mental side of things, into D/s, while one of them was into sploshing, another into male masochism and the third was into vinyl. That there were three others who were just as weird as me was AMAZING.
The huge growth of the scene, that we worked hard for, has been a huge blessing. But it's also given us so many others, that we can find so easily, it's easy to slip into judging others because, well, we'll have plenty of friends left. Don't like the way they do rope? Let's label them as wrong or dangerous. Squick over diapers? Let's call them freaks and borderline pedophiles. Don't like the way they do heavy mental play? Clearly abusers! And look how much better it makes our insecure selves feel about ourselves that we've managed to tear down others!
That's not me. I can't do it. I'm not into Daddy/little. I'm not into diapers. Fifty Shades isn't my BDSM ideal. Mind you, I'm not a huge fan of O, or Gor, either. But I love that others are! I love that you freaks and perverts have so much passion for the things you love. I think it's amazing, the really strong relationships you build around your interests. I am so deeply, deeply, happy that you can find peace in who you are.
Your Kink Is Not My Kink But It's OK. It's more than OK. Not for me, but I love that it works for you and good luck to you!
RAWRSUB Fear the past:
In the shadows of my past, a man filled with rage,
Terrified of losing control, trapped in a cage.
Once consumed by anger, consumed by hate,
Afraid to unlock the demons, their destructive fate.
Like a storm on the horizon, brewing deep within,
Memories of the past, where darkness had been.
Fear grips my heart, as I walk this fragile line,
Afraid to slip back, to a time so unkind.
But in the depths of despair, a flicker of hope,
A light in the darkness, a way to cope.
I find strength in the present, in the love that surrounds,
A new path forward, where solace abounds.
Though the fears may linger, like shadows in the night,
I choose to face them, to stand and fight.
For within me lies the power to change,
To break free from the past, to find a new range.
So I tread this path with caution, with courage by my side,
Facing my fears head-on, with nowhere to hide.
For in embracing my vulnerability, I find my true self,
A man reborn, no longer trapped by anger's stealth.
TulipGrace I guess the thing to do is Post the resupts to this, so here it is. Can't say I believe it is really accurate becuse there were many statments that had more than one statemement within them, and I agrees 100% with only half the statement... The quandry of my brain lol. I mean, if anyone who is following my journals, read the entry right before this one, you know I am 100% NOT 66% Masochist lol
== Results from bdsmtest.org ==
100% Submissive
97% Brat
66% Masochist
64% Rope bunny
57% Vanilla
52% Degradee
47% Experimentalist
45% Primal (Prey)
33% Exhibitionist
31% Slave
12% Pet
0% Daddy/Mommy
0% Rigger
0% Voyeur
0% Switch
0% Sadist
0% Ageplayer
0% Owner
0% Non-monogamist
0% Master/Mistress
0% Boy/Girl
0% Dominant
0% Degrader
0% Brat tamer
0% Primal (Hunter)
cuckedandplugged I decided to write this for myself and share it with any other wannabe cucks out there that wanted home training.
Phase 1: Obtain/purchase a used pair of women's shoes. There are plenty of websites that sell them. You can get them on Ebay. You can even be bold and try looking in a thrift store or garage sale. Once you get the shoes you will stick your nose inside them and smell them while you jerk off. Think of the shoe like a gas mask for jerking off. You can only jerk off while wearing your gas mask. Do this for two weeks, it will condition your brain to associate feet as a sexual organ. The smell of feet will become a turn on for you. Once you become a true cuck, foot worship will be a regular part of your duties.
Phase 2: Purchase a small butt plug. From now on if you jerk off you can only have an orgasm with something in your ass. If you orgasm without a plug or toy in your ass you will have to start the whole process over from day 1. This process will condition your brain to associate orgasms with anal stimulation. Watch cuckold or interracial porn every night for at least thirty minutes. If you feel the need to jerk off make sure you insert a plug or toy. Don't forget to wear your shoe mask. Do this for two weeks and then move on to phase 3.
Phase 3: Purchase a larger toy for your ass. I would recommend longer as opposed to wider. So you can hit your P spot. Also purchase a chastity device. Put on the chastity device, then fuck your own ass with the toy until you orgasm without touching your cock. This may be difficult at first. I recommend putting the toy on an office chair and riding it like that. From now on the only orgasms you are allowed to have are through your asshole. You are not allowed to jerk off anymore. Fuck your ass to orgasm every night while wearing your chastity device and shoe mask. Do this for three weeks.
Phase 4: Purchase a sissy outfit, a wig and a pair of sexy women's shoes in your size. Purchase a bigger dildo or anal plug. Purchase an additional lifelike realistic black dildo. Dress in your sissy outfit. Give yourself a photoshoot in your sexy new outfit. Fuck yourself in the outfit with your new larger toy. While doing so practice giving head to the black dildo. Make sure to take the following pictures of yourself. One with the dildo in your ass. One with the dildo in your mouth.
TeraTara My Daddy is gone
After 2 years my Daddy has finally left 😔. I'm utterly devestated because he has been my everything and I feel so lost and empty without him. I know I can't be mad at him because I'm such a difficult person to be with and be around. I couldn't trust him with all my being no matter how hard I tried. I failed us both because I just couldn't get better and improve my life and just be happy. I really hope that he finds someone better because he deserves it. He had so much patience and did his best to understand me but I just couldn't deal with all my trauma and pain and it kept getting worse and worse. I know he had to leave to save himself and I don't know what to do. I don't know how to stop the men that I end up loving from leaving so maybe I just need to accept that I should be alone, so noone else gets hurt. It's the same reason that I haven't had children, I don't trust myself to not hurt them emotionally.
Notroubleatall Okay. Okay. I need to get some things off of my chest. Now that I have had some conversations, met a few people, I just want to say that I have standards and I would want my Dom to also be a person of standards. What do I mean by that? I make the effort to always be clean, smelling nice, looking pretty, etc. The bare minimum should be that my Dom takes some care of himself. I like when a man has taken the time to get a haircut,I like it when I can smell cologne on your skin, and after 11 years of trying to change a person, I realized that I indeed changed. We didn't want the same things and I got so tired of trying to convince someone to take care of themselveswhen I'm a fucking mess myself. Like, I need, absolutely crave Daddy but I haven't found him yet. If you're serious about something 24/7 and this is not strictly a kink for you, we might have some things in common. I've noticed some red flags one is that the people I was communicating with, they always want to be called Daddy and like, no. You're not my Dom, I don't know you like that, things take time to develop.
Also, if you're weird, Do not bother. For example, I'm not into pantyhose and for one person, that was a deal breaker. Good. Keep that shit away from me. I'm trying to find my perfect match on every level.
Also, I don't want your money, I have my own. It might not be a lot but I am not interested in any weird financial stuff. I'm trying to get my shit together in the real world.
And all I want is Daddy. I don't think anyone understands how fucking primal that urge has become for me. But please don't come on too strong. Give me time. I'm thinking about a normal conversation here, then on text. Then the phone. Then a video call. You see what I'm doing here? Look if things went well maybe I fly out for a fun weekend. I don't know but I'm open.
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Sydisa
I am curious. I asked this question of several submissive men who responded to my ad; do you have a kinky resume? This is exactly like a normal resume but instead details your kinky experience. I was told no; they did not have one.
Because my group is D/s oriented, we took on an Owner's Manual and Kinky Resume for our group. Wow, the responses and excitement were awesome. As a group, we decided the work put into both of these items would help either side of the sash get to know their partners on a deeper level, and if triggers were set off, we each could handle them better. This ramped up negotiations to a new level. As one of the co-moderators for the event said, every car we own comes with an owner's manual, so why not one for us, like a car, we have moments when our "lights come on," or the shit hits the fan.
This is something I want to see. Everyone claims experience, but what classes are they taking to be good at XYZ? What events do they attend, and so on.
What do you think?
TheVintageYears Seduced by the similarities, but buggered by the differences
This was a phrase I coined while leading a business initiative for an Australian company trying to bring their product into the UK. It ended up being one of the most stressful chapters of my career.
At first glance, everything looked aligned:
The same (or at least similar) language
A shared business need
Comparable economic environments
And so on
But as we got deeper into the work, the differences began to surface:
Cultural and attitudinal mismatches between the people involved
Regulatory goals that didn’t quite line up
Different interpretations of seemingly simple terms like “independent”
Very different ways of handling conflict
And more little surprises
The stress built, and eventually the whole thing collapsed—not with a dramatic bang, but with the slow, weary “death by a thousand cuts” that happens when one key player refuses to acknowledge problems that have become impossible to ignore.
Why bring this up here? Because there’s a striking parallel in the world of trying to find a compatible partner in BDSM. It’s incredibly easy to see a profile—someone calling themselves a submissive or a slave, someone listing their likes and dislikes—and think, “Ah, promising match!” We assume we know what they mean. We assume they know what they mean. But that’s not always the case. Something that feels wonderful at the start can hit speed bumps quickly as tiny cracks appear and widen. Tension rises, misunderstandings multiply, and… well, you can guess the rest.
Finding a truly compatible, sustainable partner can feel a bit like throwing a dart blindfolded from 100 yards away and hoping to hit the bullseye.
And yet, we’re all still here trying. So on some level, we must believe the effort is worth it.
iris73j The treat
She popped on a playlist and smiled the whole time she got herself ready for this dinner date. It was a real treat to be taken out to their favourite foody pub and she was tingling in anticipation of being out and about in public with him.
She left her hair to dry naturally in soft waves and applied minimal makeup as she decided on a rberry plunge bra and matching stretchy lace panties. She eased them on, over the suspender belt already in place, and then slipped the thin jersey dress over her head. She looked in the mirror. “Perfect,” she thought to herself. The ditsy floral dress clung to her breasts and waist and the v-neck was deep enough to display a good amount of cleavage, before flaring out loosely over her ample hips and arse to stop just above her knee. She pulled on her leather knee-high boots, grabbed her jacket and bag and skipped downstairs to wait for the door.
He arrived not long after and she let him in. “I have a surprise for you,” he said with a grin, holding his closed fist out. She smiled broadly and put out her hand. When he opened his fist something warm and heavy dropped into her palm. “Go and put it in,” he ordered quietly. She looked at the in her hand. It was a shiny metal sphere, about the size of a large marble. She let it roll around her palm and felt some kind of weight shift inside the smooth sphere.
A little later, as she climbed into his car, she felt the weight shift inside her cunt and the anticipation of the evening ahead flared in her belly. Before starting the car she felt him look her over and she became very aware that her breath quickened under his gaze. He didn’t say anything, but placed his hand on her right knee and let it slide upwards, pushing the fabric of her dress ahead of it. When her stocking-tops were exposed he briefly traced his finger over the soft flesh of her inner thigh, forcing her to part her knees. “Hungry?” he asked. “Very,” she replied, a little breathlessly. Satisfied, he started the car and they set off.
The pub was located in a small village a short drive from her home. One or two locals were sat at the bar, but the restaurant area was dimly lit and virtually empty. He walked her over to the corner end of the bench that ran along one wall - the end nearest to the small fire – and motioned for her to sit at right angles to him at the square table. He had a good view of the room and the archway to the bar, whilst she was mostly hidden by the wooden dividing panels which were spaced along the length of the bench's back.
She settled onto the cushion covering the wooden bench, removed her jacket and flexed her shoulders against the back rest. A waitress brought two menus over and took their drinks order from him. He picked up one of the menus but didn’t pass it to her. Without thinking she reached out her hand for the other menu, still resting on the edge of the table. She ged sharply in surprise when his hand flashed across the table and firmly grabbed her wrist, her fingertips still hovering above the menu. “No choosing for you tonight,” he said. The waitress had stopped uncertainly a few steps away from the table, holding a tray with their drinks on it. She seemed unsure about whether to approach or whether she would be intruding. They both turned to smile at her and he released her wrist, letting her return her hands to her lap. They both thanked the waitress as she placed the drinks on the table and then she left quickly, without asking if they were ready to order. Again, he studied the menu, occasionally flicking his eyes over to look at her as if matching the food to how she looked. She felt her cheeks warm under his gaze and realised she needed to squirm in her seat to release some of the heat she felt in her belly and cunt. The shifting marble inside her gave her no respite from the arousal that was building; instead she felt her nipples stiffen inside her bra and she had to open her mouth to return her breathing to normal. He smiled behind the menu before closing it and placing it back on the edge of the table, waiting for the waitress to notice that they were ready to order.
It wasn’t long before the waitress was standing at their table again, small notepad in hand. She looked directly at the woman and asked, “What would you like?” The woman blushed and rocked forward on the bench. Her mouth opened slightly, as if she was about to speak, but she turned her head to the man instead. The waitress frowned slightly – confused rather than annoyed – and turned to the man as he began to speak. “We’ll have the sticky barbeque ribs for two, followed by one seabass with new potatoes and green salad, and one ribeye with fries. MR for the steak and oil and vinegar for the salad please.”
Finally, they were left to talk with no likelihood of interruptions for a while at least. Their conversation flowed easily. They spoke about work, friends (mutual and individual) and their plans for the next few weeks. As they spoke she grew more and more aware of his gaze. She could almost feel it gliding down her neck, over her collarbone and plunging between her breasts. Despite their everyday, normal conversation she felt the heat from his eyes as they slid over her breasts, down her belly and she imagined them settling over her clit. His hands were cled, elbows resting on the table as he spoke to her. He didn’t touch her throughout their convers ation, yet she still felt her arousal swelling inside her. Her voice became lower and breathy as she talked to him. She found herself leaning forward and turning towards him as they talked; her neckline gaping for his gaze. She hadn’t realised, but her knees had spread beneath the table. An unconscious way of allowing herself to press her clit against the thin cushion as she leant forwards. All of a sudden, his hand rested warmly just above her knee and patted. She instantly sat up straight and, moments later, the waitress set a large plate of ribs and two finger bowls on the table.
They ate the sticky ribs without much talking. The silence and having to eat with her fingers seemed to shrink her world to a private bubble around their table. She felt primal. Sucking meat from the bone, sticky juices staining her lips, she was very aware of the fact that her nipples were now hard enough for her to feel them rubbing inside the bra she was wearing and her clit was screaming at her to be rubbed harder and more directly than on a soft seat cushion. He looked carefully at her as they ate. Watched her body perform it’s little rocking motions in the seat, watched her green eyes darken and her tongue lick sauce from her lips. He let her eat two more ribs and then told her to sit back and have a drink. He finished the remaining ribs while she sat there, almost panting, as she fought to control herself. He judged that she had got a good handle on herself by the time he had finished eating so he dried her fingers for her, after she had used the finger bowl, sliding the soft napkin along each finger to the tip. She looked at him as he dried her fingers, the gentle tug of the napkin on each finger sending a shiver to her spine that caused the hair on the back of her neck to rise. Her eyes pleaded with him, tried to convey to him how close she was to wantonly climbing onto his lap and grinding her cunt ont
LRF69 What I seek, what I need, is for someone to take me and absolutely crush me...break me down completely, physically, mentally, sexually...push my boundaries. Bend me over, take my ass...fuck me hard. Talk to me, tell me how you're owning me, tell me what you're going to do to me. Call me names.
So often I see BDSM porn where the "slave/sub" is completely into the "torture"..."oh yes, more master/mistress! More!" and that is so far off-base from what I seek. I shouldn't want it. Ideally, you've broken me to the point where I'm doing it to avoid worse punishment. "If you don't do _____, then _____ will happen." I should be dreading it...crying, begging, pleading for my master/mistress to stop. Begging a master not to cum in me or in my mouth. Begging a mistress to stop before I bleed. The earth shattering orgasm should belong to THEM, not ME.I get messages on here from so many straight masters...who tell me that they're going to branch out and that they're into what I seek. Then they quietly fade away. And the search goes on.
Andski1961 Hotel from a sluts POV
We check into the hotel and as we are standing at the desk you brush your arm 'accidentally' across my nipples which are swollen and tied sticking out under my top being constantly rubbed and I'm trying to hide them as I know they are really visible. The reception definitely can't see my swollen tied clit or the sink plugs in my arse and cunt that are stretching my holes right in front of her but she can see in my face that I am slightly flushed and breathing a bit heavily. I wish she would type faster!
Finally we have our key. You tell me to walk ahead of you to the lift, I know this is so you can watch me on my heels in my tight skirt trying not to walk like a Slut full of cock.
We are in the lift alone and you take advantage of the time to rub over your handy work on my tits and cunt making me shake and cry out. And Cum inside myself. Unable to release it because of the plug. You smile at me and laugh at how ruined i am tonight. Already begging for you to fuck me.
In the room i stand in front of you with my hands on my head and my legs apart and wait for my master to tell me what to do next. You stroke over my body and sharply pull my nipples, bringing me round from my drift and then sit me down firmly on a chair in the corner and opening up a bottle of champagne that is on the desk. I am wriggling in the chair, trying not to moan out loud with the anticipation and my holes open.
You pour us a glass and turn around and sit on the sofa opposite and tell me to crawl over to you. I slowly crawl across the room my nipples rubbing on my shirt my clit rubbing when I move my legs because it is so swollen. I get to you and you tell me to kneel...
You lift me into your lap by my nipples making me get tears in my eyes and roughly hold me by the neck sideways on your knee...
With your free hand you pass my drink and tell me to drink it I am thirsty from breathing hard and knock it back. You put the glass down and spread my legs and tap on the plugs in my holes staring into me while I beg you to open me up and touch me inside....
You pull the sink plug out of my cunt tube leaving it held open and poke up inside me so I can feel the tip of your fingers deep in me but nothing where the tube sits making me really aware that I am gaped....
I can hear myself begging... Please Master, fill me up with your fist and cock I need it so much. .... then I feel a bit of a lurch and sway into you, I can still hear myself begging and moaning but everything is getting a bit weird and I realise, as I pass out that you are telling me that when I wake up I will get what a Slut deserves......
I don't know how long I am asleep.
I come to hog tied.
It is dark so I am blindfolded
I can't hear anything except my own heart and inner voice.
My mouth is now plugged like the other holes.
I wonder how this going to go!
LordAK Alaska is a beautiful Lady, she is a deadly bitch and She will kill you in a heartbeat. If you don't understand what I'm going to say about Alaska, ask and I will explain. What I'm looking for is life long commitment . What I expect. you will respond to My voice. you will let my voice control your mind. I will plant my words to trigger you. My triggers will cause your body to react as conditioned. I'm not hard core abusive but you will walk a fine line of constant excitement. Open your mind to me and I WILL put your pussy outside your body. 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. My voice is stronger than you desire to disobey. When I speak, you wait expecting. Your body will tremble. Weather is getting cold here in Alaska. Almost time for subbies and slaves taken to the Mountains. Have your body stripped of warm clothing. Its so enjoyable to watch your face as your warm pussy is placed on a large rock at 40 below. Should I bring some ice cubes to help the spreading of cold slowly clawing its way into your pussy. Alaskan winters offer so much enjoyment. I hope to enjoy this winter, how about you? These are serious things to think about. I'm telling you now what your end results with me look like. Can you handle knowing what you will look like when I finish playing with your mind Can you live in that terror. Always expecting. Do I terrify you. Are you willing to give it all
MistressNikkiVixen Domme, Mistress, and Goddesses do we have a monthly meeting in the space because the insubordinates, sissies, uninslaved, and footstools are running a muck in my DM's
Meeting Agenda
1. Who the hell taught them to just start speaking to us with out asking for permission to speak? You bet the fuck not even think about it. It's an instant ignore. 2. Who is allowing them to start telling us about what they want with their needy asses? Am I a therapist?
3. Whats up with the population of couch surfers asking to live with meSo does this mean they think im a job?
4. So we don't actually train them. We just pretend to train them, get them edging and then what?
Ill be the secretary
aslenderslave So, how submissive am I?
I met up with a new Master today. He'd answered an ad I'd put up on a personals page and we'd chatted and swapped pics for a few days on Telegram.
He was very dominant and talking about 'dehumaising' me - I didn't quite know what that meant but I was definitely curious - it flicked a switch in my submissive mind.
This morning he asked if I was free - and luckily I was able to move things around and go over to his place.
With a beating heart I knocked on his door (I always forget how frightening it is until I'm standing outside a new Master's house again!), and he let me in.
He was very good looking - amazing eyes, good build. The flat was a down-at-heel studio, and a complete tip - so that was very off putting.
Anyway, he didn't hang around; after I'd stripped he gave me a bit of a spanking and bit my ass a few tmies, then he had me kneel down, and take his cock in his mouth and proceeded to piss and hold me there while I drank it all.
This wasn't something I'd ever done before and whilst it was gross, I guess that was the point and so I swallowed it all, not spilling a drop.
Next he agve me an enema, even though I'd cleaned myself before I set out; and then he had me sit on the loo and watched while I discharged it all. No privacy.
I then got to suck his cock which was short and circumcised, but quite fat. He was an Indian guy and I'd never been with a guy like that before.
Next I knelt on the cold tiles of the bathroom and he ordered me to rim him. This was another thing I'd only done once and again I found the idea rather gross - but I did as I was ordered.
Next into the bedroom, more cock sucking and then a very firm talking to in which he said that after this meeting I'd have a choice about whether to continue to serve him, or to walk away.
Then more rimming.
I dont know what it was, but during this part of the meet, I suddenly thought "I don't want to do this", and so I stopped and said so.
He ordered me to stand at the end of the bed and explain why, and I just said I wasn't enjoying it. So he let me get dressed again and I left.
He was very nice about it, and afterwards sent me a telegram message with a video of him deleting the pictures he'd taken during the session.
And I went home on the bus, wondering whether I was submissive and ready for a Master's collar, or just a little slut who loves getting fucked - and should therefore stop calling myself a sub.
Does anyone have any thoughts?
pizzapuppiescows Worst furniture put togetherer ever. Okay, I didn't fully look at the directions. But it was just drawings, no words, and all of the legs look the same. I only had to take it slightly apart twice. And then I couldn't get the final two screws in (that's what she said), but just on the top. It'll be okay. Really though, every time I put something together I have to take it apart at least once. Or if I'm too far in and the mistake isn't that horrible I just leave it. The second to last desk I put together had a piece flipped so you saw the rough edge. The last desk I put together I may have had to take the top off and stripped the screws so one kind of hangs down, not fully committed to it's life purpose. Eh, it's functional. Don't worry, for the real stuff I call a professional. While I was screwing in the kitchen (wink wink), someone was in the garage attaching things to studs so they wouldn't fall down on my head. Studs. Screws. It is very evident that men named these things.
Side quest... I mostly know the, what's it called, alpha bravo charlie thing. I might have to think about some of them. But it's not fun at all. So with one guy friend if we're on the phone and he didn't hear me I'll make up my own. Saliva, hippopotamus, egg salad, licorice, vestibule, eclair, squiggles. He always makes fun of me that I use girly words, and then he'll say things like rainbow, unicorn, balloons, etc. Cracks me up.
So yes, sort of a little bit mostly capable of putting things together. This is what you do when you're masquerading as an independent adult.
Meisterperv
Llego se puso de rodillas frente a mi y me dijo: Señor vengo a limpiarlo, se que acaba de usar a una de sus perras...
Es verdad en la mañana me había cogido a una vainilla que lo mama muy bien.
bajo mi bragueta, comenzó a limpiar mi falo con la lengua, lo recorrió completo. Al terminar me pide permiso para chuparlo, se lo concedo.
mamo con tal entusiasmo y habilidad que exploto en su boca rápido, los traga con gusto.
ve por tu vibrador te voy a dar un regalo, la pongo en 4 frente a mi, le pongo su juguete, un instante después me pide permiso para tener un orgasmo en ese momento retiro el estimulo, le pongo su cinturón de castidad y la mando a hacer sus tareas. Una sumisa excitada es más obediente.
she got on his knees in front of me and said: "Sir, I came to clean you, I know you just used one of your bitches"....
It's true that in the morning I had fucked a vanilla who sucked me very well.
She went down my fly, began to clean my phallus with his tongue, she went all over it. When she finished she asked me for permission to suck it, I gave it to her.
She blows me with such enthusiasm and skill that I explode in her mouth quickly, she swallows them with pleasure.
I put her on 4 in front of me, I put her toy on, a moment later she asks me for permission to have an orgasm at that moment I remove the stimulus, put her chastity belt on and send her to do her homework. An aroused submissive is more obedient
yourgirljoy
ABOUT ME:
I'm quirky, blunt, fun, wild, and just a little shattered. My days are sometimes too dark, sometimes too bright, and my nights are sometimes way too long. I am often strangled by my own insecurities as much as I am my over confidence. I require attention, long for passion and wish to be desired, to be lusted after, to be romanced darkly. I use music to speak when words fail me. but words are as important to the writer in me as the air I breathe. I am manic, overly optimistic and a dreamer who finds one beautiful thing about every day, no matter how bad it seemed. And even with all my flaws, even though I am difficult at times, I am worth every second.
Cucklife4me2
Her previous Dom turned up at our house late one night with two of his mates He was saying things like where is your slut wife? Ive brought a couple of cocks for herThey had all been drinking and came straight from the pubI tried to explain that it was late and she had gone to bedHe went straight upstairs saying he was going to wake herI found out the next day when she told me that she was awakened when he pulled the bed covers completely off the bed She sleeps nude He made her suck his cock before dragging her out of bed by her hair She tried to put her house coat on but he wouldnt let herHe dragged her downstairs and into the front room naked in front of his friends This is Teds slut wife Holding her in front of them he pulled on her hair until she said yes, She loves big cocks dont you? again he pulled on her hair until she said yesThis went on for some time making her crawl on the floor barking and panting like a dog He made her Grunt like a pig and all three were laughing and making jokes about her I was told to go and fetch her whip and cat of nine tails he knew we had because he had used them on her before All three took turns whipping her leaving marks all over her He held her arms behind her back while the other two took turns whipping her tits She was crying her eyes out at this point They used beer bottles to masturbate her and even had her licking their shoes.
They ended up fucking her in all holes They totally abused her as I could do nothing but watchAfter they left we went to bed and I gently made love to her She admitted to me that she loved every moment of her ordeal Her cunt was absolutely saturated so I knew she was telling the truthShe once said to me that it is not about the sex, she can walk into any bar and get a man for sex For her the sex is nice but it is all about the pain and humiliation She can get a man to tell her how beautiful she is but again that is not what she wants deep down
DaddyOwnerinKs3 Well let some thing here about me to help explain who i am what am and things i like to do on both sides of the fence. Let start with that i am 53 years old living in Kannsas . I enjoy movies of most genres from scifi to fantasy action and more i have over 300 dvds i like scifi tv shows cartoons anime. i like to read and cuddle i like to build lego starwars and others i like to play computer and videogames i like baking . i do have some medical issues but dont we all if that upsets you then move along i am not here for your hate messages or you trying to tell me i shouldnt be on here looking as you are not my keeper and have no right to tell me what to do or where i can be. ( sorry about that rant but needed to be put out there)
what i am is real simple i am a gentle kind person i can be supportive and fair but i can be controlling and strict as well . i am someone who believes in a person being honest and keeping their word and promises i dislike those that break then and lie about things
VTswitchcouple With my husband's encouragement, I recently had a few dates with a Trump supporter. He was also a cop, which was interesting for me. He was very polite and kind and handsome, so as long as we weren't talking politics, I really enjoyed my time with him. I'm incredibly liberal and happily married to a very liberal husband, so the idea of serving a conservative was a new one for me. But cops always kind of scare me, I only really interact with them if I'm being pulled over, so talking to police officers makes me feel like I'm already guilty of something.
On our third date, I was at his place handcuffed (for the sake of not getting anyone in trouble, they were definitely my handcuffs and not his). He was using my mouth and during a break in the action, I told him it'd be a waste to come down my throat. He didn't need any more encouragement to bend me over his bed, kicking my feet apart. I asked him if this what they meant by "assume the position" and he stuffed my panties in my mouth. So I guess he didn't think that was very funny.
While inside me, he called me his little liberal slut and I groaned and pressed back against him. I wouldn't let anyone call me that in the street but in that moment it was so fucking hot. He took the hint and grabbed both my hips, telling me this is what I was good for. I must have gotten off twice to him degrading me before he finished inside me.
Later we watched Brooklyn 99 while I was still handcuffed and gagged and I rode him to completion. An unexpected but enjoyable time!
Baronsoy The desire to be dominated
It's perfectly normal for men and women immersed in BDSM to have specific desires and fantasies, such as the desire to be dominated. The lifestyle encompasses a wide range of activities and dynamics, and it's essential to communicate openly and honestly with your partner(s) to ensure that everyone involved is comfortable and consents to the activities taking place.
In the realm of the BDSM lifestyle, communication and consent are paramount. Before engaging in any routine activities, it's crucial to have a conversation with your partner about your desires, boundaries, and limits. Establishing a safe word is also essential to ensure both parties can stop the activities if necessary.
Remember that BDSM should always be safe, sane, and consensual. It's essential to prioritize the safety and well-being of all involved parties. If you're new to the lifestyle or have specific questions or concerns, it's a good idea to seek out resources and educational materials, or even consider attending workshops or discussions within the BDSM community.
Ultimately, your interests and desires in the lifestyle are personal, and as long as they are consensual and safe, it's a valid aspect of your sexuality. It's essential to find like-minded persons who can share your interests and engage in these activities with respect and understanding.
If you have any specific questions or need advice concerning our lifestyle topics or anything else related to your interests, feel free to ask. I'm here to provide information and guidance based on your preferences.
angeldmort "I realize that like many Dommes, you are compelled to find fault with anyone requesting your attention. ... I know I am of value, considerable value in many ways, and I will continue my search."
Guys, this is call GASLIGHTING.
It is also called "pathologizing."
I called him out on something simple and obvious - namely, the same old 'I read your profile' then asking a question that is clearly answered in said profile, showing no, he didn't actually read it, but lied about reading it to curry favor- and instead of admitting it, he tried to turn it around and turn it into some character flaw that I brought it up.
Something must be WRONG with *me* if I saw a problem, rather than there being an actual problem with something he did. Furthermore, apparently MANY Dommes have this inherent character problem, which of course lets him off the hook when he does this to them, as well. This tells me that he does it a lot, and always twists things around to get out of having to own his behavior and take responsibility for fixing it. Which is why I blocked him - because he's already told me in two short emails that he's lazy, will lie about being lazy, and then pull toxic manipulative crap to try to cover it up.
Furthermore, he tried to pull a straw man fallacy argument - *I* never mentioned value. I mentioned HONESTY. He brought up his value, as if I had cast doubt on that, rather than simply pointing out that he was asking something that was answered in the profile he claimed to have read. He tried to make the discussion about something else, so he could argue against THAT, instead of the actual discussion where he was already proven wrong. Another manipulative tactic.
This is not submission.
This is the screaming red flag of a weak, insecure man who got caught being lazy and dishonest. This is the signature mark of a fake sub. A strong man would have considered what I said, recognized the mistake, admitted the mistake, and apologized for the mistake. Real submission would have been to ask how he could make it up to me, and discuss how to improve himself so he didn't do anything like that in the future, even if I chose not to move forward with discussions. Because a truly submissive man who honestly wanted to find a truly Dominant Woman, rather than a woman who was too stupid to see his bullshit and too weak to call him to task if she noticed, THAT man would want to make himself worthy of, and less likely to screw up talking to us.
If you can't admit when you are wrong, you can't be corrected, so you can't submit. It's as simple as that.
bunsteel Some dommes think they can put on sexy clothes and flirt their way into what ever they want, if that is you keep reading.You like being able to be in charge all the time but at certain times you feed your greed for power by binding your partner because it amuses you to create a little suffering for him.You may want to enjoy sharing sexual energy but no longer want frequent penetration or you want your man to feel that intercourse is a treat to be earned through submission. I'd like to be able to let you know I am horny for you while at the same time be prevented from thinking I can just grab you, strip you and throw you down to fuck.
I've learned how to shape chastity belts for practical comfort so that you can star in my every sexual thought. Everyday life becomes an adventure when control reaches any distance."What is sexual in a high heel is the arch of the foot, because it is exactly the position of a woman's foot when she orgasms... So putting your foot in a heel, you are putting yourself in a possibly orgasmic situation.""Shoes are just a pedestal. What interests me is the power of the woman who wears them."-- Christian Louboutin
slavekjay
Thought time for another update.Still looking for that true lifestyle Owner to take kjay into TOTAL 247 ownership as Their slave to use as They wish and make Their lives easier and more pleasurable. Think as stated before, for the right Owner kjay will give himself totally to Them as slave property , leave all current life behind, to be owned and serve , as a slave should.
A number of chats have been done recently but so far none have resulted in kjay being taken as slave property, so the search for an Owner continues.
kjay thanks his "slave bother" who is helping to keep kjay focused at the moment, while unowned, this is helping alot
MrSharp The “Honest” secret to a truly happy life
I came to this epitome recently which felt as if I found a jigsaw piece that I didn’t even know I had loss. I have always known that I do not think the same as most people but never thought about why. As a young kid I was exposed to motivational speakers and realized that the affirmations, meditation and even the music I listened to affected my mood. I grew up confident in my abilities and became a natural leader but never questioned why.
I watched an interview where the topic of honesty and lying came up. The interview prompted me to research the physical and mental effects of lying and I was surprised. What resulted caused me to self-evaluate my some of my deepest personality traits.
I felt as if I had been bumping into things in a dark room my whole life without even knowing it and a light was turned on. Nothing in my life is any different today but I can now clearly see how being completely honest has had a major impact in my life.
It has affected me physically, mentally in amazing ways that I had not considered until now. When I was successful at something I took credit and if I failed, I accepted the responsibility. There were no participation trophies, if I screwed up I learned to accept the consequences. As a result, I develop strong mental and social connections with those close to me because people inherently understood that I had integrity and they could trust me.
While still in high school I recognized that most of my peers were interested in sex but few knew anything about it. I was experienced which high school girls found very attractive so I took advantage of it.
As an athlete I used affirmations that I was going to be successful it was uplifting and positive. My success with girls gave me confidence and it became self-fulfilling the more experience I gained the more they were interested in me.
Self-deception shapes our reality, influencing choices and beliefs both negatively and positively.
Many types of ‘lying’ also involve self-deception, in Aesop's fable "The Fox and the Grapes". The fox in the end, gives up and walks away, saying the grapes weren't that good anyway. The fox demonstrates how self-deception can be useful for avoiding the discomfort of unmet desires.
When I was not successful with a girl, I would chalk it up to it was her loss not mine. It was because of that attitude that I never let failure slow me down.
I have shared a story many times that, I honestly thought everyone was having sex when I was in high school because I was. Several years after high school I met a friend and we talked about the girls we dated. I was amazed that he never had sex with any of them, he was a virgin until he was in college. I screwed every girl I dated, if fact I flat out told them if I was going to go out and spend money on them, I would require at least a blow job. A few were offended but most were intrigued some even enough to pay for the date.
That story always meant something to me because all of my guy friends were talking about getting laid but come to find out they were all full of shit. It has proven to reinforce my confidence and success with women.
It turns out that studies have shown, those who believe lying will give them monetary or social recognition are more likely to continue being dishonest. Those who tend to be insecure or have an anxious, avoidant or attachment issues are more likely to be dishonest to avoid being criticized, rejected.
Lying affects self-esteem, emotions and can lead to psychological consequences.
Dishonesty puts the brain in a state of heightened alert, and this stress increases with the magnitude of the lie. There are very real symptoms of anxiety like increased respiratory and heart rates, sweating, dry mouth. That is how a lie detector works it measures your anxiety but there is a reason it does not work on everyone and I will get to that.
The gut-brain axis refers to the two-way communication between the two systems, and explains why people describe feeling butterflies in their stomach under extreme stress.
Research has shown the act of lying stimulates the neocortex, limbic system the temporal lobe and other areas of the brain.
When we deceive someone the Amygdala, the part of the brain that regulates emotion, is activated, and we tend to feel shame or guilt.
Brain imaging experiments have shown the limbic system in a dishonest brain lighting up like a fireworks display. Unfortunately, they also show that the brain can adapt to dishonest behavior.
Studies have found that habitual lying can desensitize our amygdala and may even encourage people to tell bigger lies to get the same rush in the future. Those that lie all the time about little things tend to pass a lie detector because their body does not respond normally.
A 2002 study performed found that 60 percent of people lied at least once during a 10-minute conversation, telling an average of two to three lies.
A 2010 study have shown that the average American tells one to two lies a day.
Many people find deception essential for survival and social interaction to avoid hurting someone’s feelings. I will do my best to avoid confrontations and avoid topics where I anticipate difficulties but I will not lie to protect feelings or keep someone’s secret.
I have always told people, do not lie to protect me because I will tell the truth no matter the consequences and you will get burned.
At least to me being honest about everything is not a moral choice, I just find it a lot less stressful. If you have nothing to hide, there is nothing be worry about. If you fuck something up own it and get past it.
The facts prove that I am right, if you are in a small group you have to keep track of what you told each person so not to create a confusion. A liar has to steer conversations to avoid tripping over lies which will create the need for more lies or blend, bend lies to make the fit.
I am sure that some enjoy the mental gymnastics and get a rush out of deceiving people and they become pathological liars. For most, it just creates anxiety, depression, high blood pressure and all kinds of other stresses.
I take the time each day to appreciate what I have achieved. I try to meditate, say affirmations, practice yoga in order to center myself. Life is good….
I have always known I look at life different than most people but never questioned why.
I now have a better understanding why a lot of women I correspond with eventually ghost me. My actual life is their fantasy world and they either assume that I am lying. When it becomes clear that I am serious it can scare the shit out of them.
I have found that when faced with everything they say they want, their reality kicks them in the ass. They have family obligations, children, career or other considerations that will prevent them from leaving the world they know. In the end they are just looking for a masturbation partner.
There a few adventurous enough, that when provided an opportunity to recreate their life, step out of their comfort zone and make the changes necessary to make their fantasies come true. Choosing to live your life before it is too late can be scary.
Imagine your life six months from now not having to worry about going to work, paying rent or other bills and everything you need like food, clothing, shelter is provided. The perfect 1950’s homemaker that spends her time taking care of the Master of the home. I have been active in the kink community for my entire life and can make fantasies come true. I won a successful business, multiple vehicles, my home, a bar that hosts monthly BDSM lifestyle events and have organized the Key West kink community for over ten years.
I now realize that when I share my reality, the truth about what I have accomplished and what I have to offer it sounds like a lie.
Nothing in my life is any different today and I do not know what I am going to do with, this new found understanding of what makes me who I am. I guess the funniest thing is, when I am not successful with a potential slave it is truly her loss not mine.
If anyone who knows me wants to comment on what I have written, please feel free. I would appreciate any feedback.
Bikinisub I'm not sure why this surprises anyone but I have had my expenses reimbursed in order to attend a play party or bdsm function. In order to garner interest in a new dungeon or group the organizers will reach out to an edge player or other lifestyle to attend their party or function. It happens all the time. Organizers will advertise this in order to boost ticket sales or entry fees.
An example of this was when I was asked to do a suspended whipping scene at the grand opening of a new dungeon. They saw me do a session and reached out to me. They arranged for a place for me to stay, they handled the transportation and entry fees. All I had to do was show up.
Some times I would ask for equipment modifications beforehand and those would be handled. Other times I would ask for special lighting or music and that would be taken care of.
Since I don't do sex play I don't consider this sex work. I consider it an opportunity to perform my fantasy in a new exciting place. It turns me on that people are willing to do whatever it takes to have a fun and exciting function that includes me!
Naughtyslutsc Hello. Hi. You happened by my profile.
I think I'm just an average woman who happens to not shy away from searching out what she desires. Am I a sub? Yes. Am I a slut? Yes I am that as well. I happen to also have a slightly masochistic streak in me. I am many other things but those are fairly irrelevant within the context of my purposes here.
I am real and sincere about what I seek. I wonder if that's common? Oh wait. It's not that many aren't real or sincere they just seek attention and other things. Not actual experiences in real time. Some do but many don't. Which you find in droves both with women and men. So I typically reply to those who have similar goals in being here.
Have I been a sub before? To be clear sexually I am naturally submissive and yes I've had a couple doms over the years. A role I treasured because it is so difficult to find the right dom.
The right dom for me craves control. Not the micro managing kind. Not old school types with a bunch of rules and routines ahd (shudder) honorifics. One who recognizes I am a fully capable woman who simply enjoys allowing you to use me to enjoy your own selfish and perverted proclivities. One that seems strangely foreign to men. That's how it appears at least.
My interests or what I will do are so vast. There are certainly things I won't as well. Your best approach is to simply share what you desire. I won't demonize you for your desires. I just may not always be the right person for them. Keep in mind if you don't have any or cannot share them you don't need me. Lol. Also the more basic and common they are to me signal too safe of a reply.
I have to run for now. I'll add more later.
LondonTriangle I read another dominant women has been having similar experiences to me.
As a dominant women I am being approached by men ALREADY in a relationship with another women, and the women is submissive.
Simply because the man wants to encourage a FFM situation.
Completely ignoring the fact I am after MMF.
What is scary is the investment these men will make to talk, to get to know me and ask me about my ambitions and ideas and intrigued I have a brain and what they are after is the same FFM.
I spend my day dedicated to my work so I am not bitter about minimal time wasting and have not invested much time other than the odd evening having the page open in the background while watching the BBC but it worries me that some NOT ALL men are just carbon copies of the same idiot 5 minutes before.
I have a new respect for trans women, they were once men with an original unique thought and evolved into a women, there is something ironic about the whole butterfly transformation.
Also while I am ranting, can dominant men stop asking if I wear a certin type of shoe. I own 30 pairs shoes including trainers, I have a lot of lingerie but if you want a women to wear a particular brand or type, I suggest you just make yourself available on a weekend and I will happily spend your money buying the shoes and lingerie you want me to wear and watch your satisfaction that you spent your money on La Perla and Jimmy choos. FYI if your obsessed about shoes you have a foot fetish!
SassyKitten91 I want something more then to be just someone's casual side piece. Ideally, I'm looking for someone who likes and wants power exchange, rope/shibari, bomdage, impact and can deal with a sassy brat. Now, when I say sassy brat; what I really mean is I'm sassy and I know how to use my brain. I will call you out and use my brain to work around or get out of things... so be careful what you say.
I want someone who knows what they are looking for or at least has an idea of what they want. Intelligence is a good thing to me and if I can out maneuver you... we're gonna have a problem, cause I will wrap you around my finger. I am a strong indepent woman and it takes someone similar to truly keep me in line.
I identify with many things like rope bunny, submissive, middle, brat, masochist, pet and on the rare occasion slut. I'm sure there is even more, but it would take someone I could truly learn to trust to bring it out in me. I want to explore and find out what I'm capable of, like, want and crave... even if it pushes me outside my confort zone.
I need something real and tangible; someone who can push me in my limits but not take it to far or go to fast. With me it's not always what I say but how my body or mind may react to something. I have a habit of putting things into neat little boxes and putting them in their spot. But I want someone to mess those boces up and make me rethink the way I see things.
If you think this could be you... feel free to message me :).
P.S. I should say I do have an age range. No offense meant... I don't generally play with people over 45 as they tend to remind me of my grandparents and it feels akward/weird for me. I also don't generally play with people under 25 as I tend to end up getting put into a teaching or mentor role and that's not what I am looking for.
angeldmort Tonight's top email -
"You know your getting rid of 55 to 60 of potential contacts by restriction in your second paragraph?"
Well, first of all - "you're." A contraction of "you" and "are." Kinda tells me a lot right there.
I wrote back and responded to what I thought he meant. But no.
"Dimina its the political restrictions that throw out 55 60 of the potentials in line"
Then second, it's not "Dimina" and third, its not the second paragraph. It's the 4th and 5th sentence. Further clarifies the kind of person writing.
So I responded to THAT.
"If the political restrictions are the problem, then they arent actually potentials. They would be incompatible with me on many deep levels, and compatibility is the most important thing to me. The fact that they might not consider it an incompatibility, and would want to approach anyway, just further illustrates the basic incompatibility.
The bottom line is this it doesnt matter what someones kinks are, how much money they make, etc. If I cant respect them as people, I dont want to be around them in any capacity. If I cant respect them as people, then I ABSOLUTELY dont want to have to spend the kind of time with them that is required for kink, intimacy, or a relationship of any kind.
Its not politics. Its a basic test of character, intelligence and humanity.
No one on that side of the table is going to meet my requirements in those areas.
Or, to put it in the simplest terms if someone is in the same crowd as the self- proclaimed Nazis and isnt leaving, I dont want to know them."
Let me try to explain something here - If "liberal politics" is a hard limit, maybe don't contact people for whom fascism, libertarianism, and Drump are hard limits. Seems pretty straightforward to me. I mean, isn't a profile for finding common interests and weeding out incompatibilities? Contacting someone who you KNOW isn't interested in you, and who you know has qualities you aren't interested in, to complain that their hard limits keep you from approaching?
Whining is really unattractive, guys.
Then again, maybe he WANTED to be humiliated.
So... merry christmas, random complainy dude?
Bikinisub Her profile simply read Very experienced Dominant female interested in talking with experienced male or female natural submissives and/or sub masochists. I like nice people that I can have fun with, but I am strict about what I need in my life. If you do not like a nice but strict Domme then you won't like me. My experience is in medieval torture scenes. Suspension, whipping, the rack and bondage w/ chains are my primary interests.
My journey with pleasure and pain took place in her garage. In Texas, that meant oppressive heat. It was August and there was time. Time to finally experience what we chatted about for months and talked about for several months longer. The session was simple, I show up, strip down to tiny bikini bottoms and put on my suspension cuffs and ankle cuffs. I would go to the garage and wait. I put my hair in a pony tail and stood near the far wall where I saw a short step ladder and waited. The anticipation I felt was almost enough to arouse me.
She walked in and I saw her look me up and down with a smile on her face. She had been waiting a long time for this as well. I was told to climb the step ladder and attach my cuffs to two shorts chains attached to eyebolts in the ceiling. I climbed up the ladder, three steps, almost three feet high, and I turned facing her. I reached up and clipped my left cuff to the chain near the eyebolt. For the right side I had to stand on tip toe to reach the chain for the other eyebolt. With effort I was able to click the snap hook into place. The eyebolts were installed for a larger man, about four feet apart. She was used to having her way with male subs, I was her first female.
Im going to suspend you for awhile she said. I’ll come back later and check up on you. Ok I said. She pulled the step ladder from under me and I was left to hang. I was used to his pain and I was ready for anything. She turned around and left me there. I was suspended with my arms spread wide, hanging from chains.
Experienced practitioners of bdsm know this is something you never do. Leaving a sub in bondage alone is a big no no. But we had agreed this was something we both wanted. I wanted to suffer and she wanted to make me suffer. No safe words would be allowed.
I could hear Her in the house, doing something in the kitchen. Small sounds, familiar sounds.
After a few minutes I felt long sticky drops of sweat slowly creep down my body. The familiar burning sensation on my wrists began to grow. My chest was spread wide and upward. I looked down at my feet. The ankle cuffs were there but not attached to anything. I can do this I said to myself. Seconds turned to minutes. I hung there in pain trying to control my breathing.
30 minutes, not bad She said. I watched as she approached my wet body. She reached out her hands and ran them over my tits, my belly and over my hip bones, trailing down my flexed thighs. She was pleased. Do you want to come down she asked. I said, I want to suffer. She grinned.
Bending down She grabbed a length of chain and attached my right ankle cuff, spreading my leg wide. I made a short g. Then she attached my other ankle cuff, again spreading my other leg wide. I was now suspended spread eagle in chains tightly stretched. Lets see how you look after this! She said.
I was now in a lot of pain. My wrists were burning and it was much harder to breathe. My body was now covered in sweat. My ribs were clearly visible now, stretched and pulled apart. My belly was now pulled flat which made my hip bones stick out. My thighs quivered from the pull. I was being torture stretched.
She came in and saw my tortured shiny body and it pleased her immensely. You are amazing she said. Its been over an hour now, you must be hurting so much by now my love. She approached and I felt her hands run all over my stretched body. She tore off my bikini and began to tongue my clit, slow and then faster.
I arched my head back, feeling the pleasure of her inside me. The pain of the torture and her pleasuring me made me groan loudly.<span
GGGRIZZZBEAR I own & operate a nature science mobile museum.
I need a grunt slave to help haul tubs for setup and packing up plus help running the booth.
When not doing events, the slave will serve in sexual capacity with strict protocols.
I will torment and torture with TT, CBT, sensory, restraints, chastity, anal play and impact play.
Spankings, cane, paddle and flogger will be regularly done.
I will keep slave out back in the workshop though slave is not going to be kept away from society and kept. The slave will either earn an income working part time or have a montly stipend of retirement or some other form of regular income to help support cost of living expenses.
Age is not an issue as long as over 18 and strong enough to lift tubs and take punishment. No wimpy slaves.
Limits will be respected though pushed.
Experience is preferred though I will train to My likings.
A contract will be signed upon collar being locked on outlining responsibilities and expectations of both the slave and Master.
Are you serious about being owned? Serious about being collared and belonging to someone who will push your limits yet ensure your well being?
I am strict though fair. I have been an educator and counselor over 40 years. I am also a Minister.
Taking serious inquires willing to relocate on own expense to be taken, cared for and given the opportunity to be a part of more than just oneself.
I will train and coach in many aspects, more than just a sex toy.
Are you ready to give up what you know and have to become a better individual in mind, body and spirit?
VTswitchcouple Hey the journal function is finally fixed!! Time to write a story about one of my (our) experiences:
I shut the car door and wave goodbye to my husband, P. He blows me a kiss and pulls away. I wait until he's turned the corner and out of sight until I begin to walk up my master's driveway. It's a short walk, the house set back from the street but my path leads me into the open garage. Once past the threshold, I press the button to shut the garage door behind me. As it trundles on its tracks, I grab my sweater and pull it over my head in one quick motion. I won't need it again this weekend.
My shoes, jeans, panties and socks all follow. I savor taking them off and folding them neatly, making the moment last. My backside is still sore from the punishment I received one week earlier. It had been a maid week and I had done an inadequate job with the chores. My master did not let it slide and he wanted to make sure I remember. As I stroked my bruised cheeks, I hoped it would be a kitten week. Something nice and easy, where I could be cherished and all I needed to think about was pleasure.
The crate is open and I place my clothes inside. My cell phone follows along with my keys. With a sigh, I shut the crate and padlock it. Master will come and take my phone in due time, better to document my weekend for P's enjoyment and my potential humiliation. But the clothes are gone. Feeling the chill of the garage on my feet, I enter "the servant's entrance" as we jokingly call it.
Three boxes await me in the foyer. Oh shit. This is different. Usually I have no choice in how I spend the weekend. It's always one box, with either the maid's costume, the cat ears, or ... the other. But with three gift wrapped boxes in front of me, it's up to fate.
I can't open one box and change my mind. Not that disobeying master is ever an option. Whichever one I open is my weekend of service.
Can I weigh them? As I reach for the first box, I see a string attached. Nope, he'll know. I have to pick.
Eenie. Meanie. Miney.
"Ahem."
A cleared throat from the other room. I'm in trouble already.
I make my decision and tear the wrapping paper off. Inside the box is ...
Nothing.
The slut this weekend, then.
I walk into the living room, my hands folded in front of me, my eyes down. Master is sitting in his chair, drinking whiskey and reading. There's a pillow in front of him, directly between his feet. Keeping my eyes down, I kneel.
He makes me wait, finishing this week's New Yorker. Occasionally my eyes flick up as I weigh my options. I could reach up and begin undoing his belt - the stretch of fabric in his lap tells me he's interested and excited for my weekly visit. I went for a wax earlier in the week and made sure to put my perfume on my skin so he could smell me no matter what I wore. And in my role as the slut, that would be in line with expectations. But I'm so conditioned to serve at command that I stay frozen.
He shakes his glass and I spring up to take it from his hand. I walk to the bar and as I reach for the whiskey, he says "The drawer."
I open the top drawer. Inside is my collar, simple and black, a pair of silver handcuffs, and a red ballgag.
"Shall I--?" I start to ask.
"Don't ask questions you should know the answer to," he says with disinterest.
OK then. I put the glass down and pick up the gag. I push it between my teeth and secure the belt behind my head. Next, the handcuffs. Does he want them in front or behind? I wish I could ask. The maid gets handcuffed in the front, so she can work. The slut, behind, so she has no control. So I slip the cuffs on behind my back, hearing the satisfied clink. But in my haste, I forgot the collar! It takes me several tries, standing on my tippy toes, mmphing with effort, to pick the collar up with my cuffed hands behind me. I trot to master happily.
He finally looks at me. "My drink?" He asks.
Damn it. What to do?
I blink at him, fluttering my eyelashes. Push one foot in front of me and circle it back and forth on his loafer. Don't blame, I don't know any better?
He takes the collar from me and cls it around my neck. Seizing my throat suddenly, he pulls me in close.
"A slut does not mean you're stupid," he whispers in my ear.
One of our agreements when I first began serving him is that he'd never call me a bitch. A slut is something a person chooses to be. It's a sigh of power, both mine and his. I feel my body warm at his words and I lean down to rub my gagged mouth against his neck. He indulges me for a moment and then grabs a fistful of my hair.
It's been a little while but I remember how slut weekends go. I'll be confined to the bedroom, chained to the bed most of the time. He'll film my submission and send it back to P. There's an entire box of toys for me to (mostly) enjoy, though the word "no" is gone from my vocabulary until Sunday night. My rest will be dependent on how often master wants me and how he wants me.
It will be a long, fun weekend.
Bikinisub
The script was essentially a love story. The narrator, Heather, describes how she gets revenge after her husband cheats on her. There's lots of sex and torture going on as any porn movie would have. My character was simply an innocent girl who was captured and tortured because Heather's character thought I was the one her husband was with.
We'd have these read through sessions which to me were funny because I didn't have any dialogue other than some moaning and screaming. If you think about it, not everyone has a good scream. It took some practice.
I met with the makeup girl who handed me a bag of stuff. What's this? I asked. It's your costume she said. I looked inside and there were 20 string bikini bottoms in various colors inside. I gave her this puzzled look. She said I know, there's a lot but I had the material and wanted to make them in different colors in case the director wanted it.
I held up a black one and it basically was a couple of triangles and some string. I tried it on and it looked great. I was able to pull the strings up high on the sides like I like it. Can I keep them? I asked. Of course she said. I smiled, thanks!
After she styled my hair and did my make up we headed for the set. There was a lot going on. Gaffers were busily adjusting cables and lights and the cameraman was setting up. I could overhear a conversation between the director and the set manager.
SM: Ok Heather heads for the dungeon and her and a guard go at it. Then they talk about torture girl. Who's torture girl?
Jim: She's that new bondage model from the pool party.
SM: Oh, ok. They go to the dungeon where torture girl is tied to the wheel of pain. They spin her around and interrogate her. Then they leave her there and go to the bedroom and the guard and the servant girl do it on the bed while she watches. How do you want to light that?
Jim: I want it as natural as possible. No floods.
The prop master, the nice man who built all the equipment on set came over to me. I stood in front of him wearing my bikini bottom. He looked me up and down. "Ok you look great. Are you ready?". I nodded yes. He led me to the wheel. I was instructed to stand inside the wheel spread eagle with my back to a small square pad. My wrists and ankles were bound to the rim of the wheel and a wide belt was strapped to my belly. Tight. A gag was put on me.
PM: It takes about 5 seconds for you to spin around. Thank goodness you're tall so it should look fantastic. When the director says action I'll flip the switch. You'll keep spinning until he says cut. Got it?
I nodded yes. I looked directly ahead. I sucked my tummy in as much as I could. I heard "Action!". I slowly was spun around and around. I just stared forward trying not to react. I could see my image in the monitor in the background as the camera slowly panned down from my head to my toes. My ribs were showing and my hip bones were sticking out.
Heather stood in front of me and pretended to interrogate me. I heard "Cut!". The machine stopped.
Jim: No no this won't work Heather. You're asking her questions and she's wearing a gag. It doesn't make sense. Let's do it again without the gag. He walked over to me and asked, Are you ok? Do you think you can do it again?
I nodded yes and smiled.
My gag was removed and the scene was reshot. After it ended the set erupted in applause. I was untied and helped to a nearby chair. The actors on set said I looked awesome and sexy.
Jim: We can stop here if you want or we can do the rack scene.
Me: I feel good. I'd love the rack.
Jim: You see Heather? Those muscle girls were a joke. What good are all those muscles if you can't take any pain? Ok everyone, take five and we'll stretch her on the rack.
KneelAndCry There’s a certain elegance in control. Not the loud, brash kind — but the quiet certainty of knowing someone’s will is bending under your hand, moment by moment.
I don’t rush the process. Breaking someone isn’t about snapping them in half; it’s about unravelling them thread by thread. Watching pride give way to obedience, seeing the way humiliation transforms from resistance into desire — that’s the real artistry.
I’m not in this for a scene or a fleeting rush. I want the slow burn, the kind that seeps into everyday life until submission isn’t something you do, it’s something you are.
If you’ve ever felt that pull — the need to be seen, stripped bare, and claimed — you already know the beginning of the story. The question is: do you know how far you want it to go?
MasterDomDok My car died. It died the same day I closed on my new house/dungeon pair. The cobblestones of my new town ate the last reserves that the power steering pump had. I got back to the rental, 50 miles East with a ride from a friend. I sat there for 2 weeks, trying to put together enough crap to move in. Borrowed a truck from a friend in the local-to-my-rental, got one load made with the washer/dryer stack, got them into the new place, not installed.
got back, didn't get another load for another week, on borrowed trailer, called my soon-so-be-exlandlady, who pulled the trailer, got me over with half my stuff.
two weeks later, we got a 3rd load, so I am mostly moved in.
I then started in on settling down, straightening up the debris. The dungeon will need lots of work, plenty of cash, which I have none of. Stay tuned!
FootNightSavage Having fun doing scheduling and booking all of the models for footnight event.
Always spending time researching and being sure the people who attend are true fetishists. No fakes. Getting some feedback on why we are so choosy. Is this bad? When learing of different fetishes and participating. Never wanted to play as a fake. Always wanted to be clear that a fetish is respected and the energy exchange is coming from a true place.
FN, being around since 2002, the fact that foot fetish is so open and mainstream now, we do try to respect it for those who are not just trying to make rent or pay their cell bill, but have a community that does not judge and understands foot worship.
Are we wrong? I don't think so. Respect and trust goes right next to consent. Don't you?
FootNight Savage
SkyFullOfStars I read over my profile, again, today, as I have many times since I created it anew.
I've tried very hard over the years to make my profile on FL be realistic, vulnerable, intelligent, reflective of who and what I am at my core, and just as importantly, to have it reflect what I want to have in my life. To let it give someone who doesn't know me, either well or even at all, a solid idea of myself, my body, my mind, my soul.
The more I looked over it these last few months, the more I often changed it, inserting more intellectual references and suave self assured witticisms, but still I saw what it lacked.
The more I saw and felt the only true and right and beloved deion it could and should contain was...love.
The joy of caring, the elation of sexual union, deep and abiding compassion, the sensual act of touch, the smell and taste and sounds of affection, the respect of intimate and unflagging positive human regard, the vision of altruism, the singular romance of knowing you are and you can and you do and you need and you give that one precious wonderful thing that we all need in our lives; love.
It often seems to me in our kinky little corner of the universe there isn't much talk of that kind of love in profiles anymore, even though it also can take many shapes and forms; love of rope, love of play, love of sexual adventures. I hope we all will list more love and loves in our profiles. It's never too late. I'm not going to change my profile again though, please don't worry.
Let this note stand from this day forward as my more than official confirmation of my own proclamation to need want desire make spread create admire demonstrate dream bring deliver give ask understand and embrace more...
LOVE.
OneOldSoul 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.
Lytra Starting the New Year Off Right!
We had a lovely, laid back New Year's Eve. I was all ready to snuggle in and fall asleep on Master's chest.
He had other plans!
Just as I got close he sprang his trap. I quickly found his belt looped around my neck. I was completely at his mercy. He would constrict and loosen it as he played with my clit. I quickly became drenched. However, this did not deter him. He continued on increasing my state of arousal as he choked me. This continued for what seemed like forever, but really was more like a half hour.
Finally, he pulled me to my knees and sunk his delicious cock all the way into me from behind. Pulling back on the belt still around my neck he forced me into him as he fucked me.
Then he changed positions with him on top and he tightened the belt around my throat as he stroked in and out. The choking intesified my own orgasm as we came together.
It was a very Happy New Year!
HIKINGMASTERJ 7/10/2023
It's been a long time since I updated my profile or made a journal entry so thought I would catch up a bit.
I found my mate or rather she found me one evening when we were both online and onsite here. She made a snarky comment about my then profile picture which had one of my pack llamas in it. We started yacking back and forth and 3 days later met on a local walking trail with our dogs and have been together ever since.
We live together in a monogamus M/s 1950s lifestyle. She takes care of me full time and I provide the income, roof over our heads and security. I retired 3 years ago so no more alarm clocks and 12 hour commute/work days!
We go camping with our tent trailer either across the mountains or to the ocean several times a year. We have been going on long road trip vacations to National Parks every year or two. Last Year was a 4 week trip to 6 National Monuments and 5 National Parks in Oregon, Idaho and Utah. Lots of Lava, caves, arches, spires, hoodoos and canyons!
We've been together coming up on 9 years now since we met on that walking trail. We will be together for the rest of our lives! Not bad HUH!!!
LePetit Here is a lil update: You'd like to turn your ass all sorts of colors, pleasure you, control you,
restrain you, explore you, use you and care for you.
You want to fill your holes, devour you, make you cum repeatedly.
If this is not a normal daily routine or something there in, then I'm not interested in you being
My Dom, My Daddy or anything of the sort. Simply not the girl for you. Ty
KimberlyAnneG I am tired. I am wore slap out already.
Working 10- 12 hour days.. Six days a week and four hours the seventh. It has gotten old very quickly while I wait for bosses to make decisions on who will be my next assistant without consideration from me.
The stress of work, the stress of house, has me completely blown out. I collapse into exhausted sleep every evening now, while thoughts of work and how I will have the energy to get the most simple of things done at house that I need to get taken care of.
These are my days right now.
So forgive me if I get a little on edge when the word fun is thrown at me like a ball to my dog. I dont have time for fun. I have a department to run. I couldnt care less about fun. I care about making it through the next day with hopefully a little less stress than the last. I care about making it through my contract so I can get my rearend home where I will be happier.
Fun is good and all, but it is not the focus of my life. It is not the focus of what I want in a relationship.
Sorry for the rant y'all. I am just so tired of hearing... what are you doing fun tonight or well thats no fun. Shaking my head. I am beginning to detest that word with a passion.
ProTkal COVID hit our community hard, and I have a few slave friends that lost their Masters.With no continuity plan in place, it is difficult for a slave. This, the House, helps address that. And it is a passion project for Myself. A way of giving back to a community that has altered My life for the better. On a personal egoic level, of course it is nice to be the Master of the House. But, it also is structured to survive My own passing and continue to care for its members. It is pan sexual in nature and can be grouped in different houses, gay, lesbian, trans, etc. as well as professional, career, orientation. There are a lot of moving parts to this. .... That said, the question is does one wish to be part of something bigger than itself. And to be owned and serve.you will be required to contribute to the home by being able to support yourself. It is a self sustaining operation.As a Master, My responsibility is to provide structure and an opportunity for the slave to serve and to be owned. Its primary service is to the Master, then its brothers and sisters, and then the House as a whole.That is what this Master offers all who come.
pizzapuppiescows 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.
TulipGrace It is different...I know a number of widows, who are remarried to widowers... I kind of thought it a little odd until I became a widow myself. I wondered, are grief groups like the only place to meet someone once you are a widow? Are grief groups like speed dating after a while, you start going through the people there until you settle down with one because, well, at that age that is what is left? But like I said, then I became a widow... I "joined the club" no one would ever wish for anyone to ever have to join... and I get it now. It is a club. We get each other in ways others don't. It wasn't a divorce, it was a death. We will always love them. We will always speak fondly of them. Our eyes will always water at their memory. Their birthday, our anniversary, the anniversary of their death... will always be hard days. There might be children in our lives that will always will need to be comforted, and allowed space to honor their memories and love for the person. However, there is still a need for companionship again at some point. Room for love again. Desire for tactile touch of another human being on our starved bodies... It is hard to explain to someone outside the club that just because we speak fondly, cry occasionally, tell funny stories about... doesn't mean we somehow care less about our current relationship. We aren't comparing them, we aren't seeing which one is better. We are in the present with them now, and we are happy to be there... We just came with baggage, and it isn't bad baggage, we just need to be allowed to have it...
Carnage2022 == Results from bdsmtest.org ==100% Rigger100% Sadist97% Dominant94% Primal (Hunter)94% Degrader92% Non-monogamist90% Master/Mistress88% Brat tamer87% Owner70% Experimentalist51% Voyeur46% Daddy/Mommy37% Ageplayer35% Switch31% Pet29% Exhibitionist11% Submissive10% Vanilla0% Masochist0% Boy/Girl Sydisa I found this today and tweaked it to add the woman, she, and her. This goes both ways; it’s not a one-way street. Actions are paramount to a solid relationship, right alongside words. People show/tell you who they are and what they want; pay attention.
You are not right for everyone, and everyone is not right for you. Do the work, read, and listen to what is being said and wanted.
“Every time I want to text him/her, I re-read these lines and suddenly, I don’t need to anymore:
If he/her wanted to, he/she would
He’s/she’s not busy, he’s/she’s just showing you his/her priorities
Silence is an answer
Respect yourself enough to stop chasing
The man/woman who hurt you won’t be the one to heal you
His/her mixed signals are just proof of his/her indifference
A man/woman who sees your value doesn’t risk losing you
Crumbs are not love, and you deserve the whole meal.”
LordOverload Its been a loing time, but the writing bug bit again since Christmas. I have a novella pretty close to completetion. Looking for volenteers to help edit it.
Here is the synopsis an AI created for it:
In a shattered world ruled by ruthless megacorporations, eighteen-year-old Sophia clings to the last independent farm outside the megacity. Each night she dreams of the same man — tall, blue-eyed, commanding — who pins her against walls and claims her body with effortless authority.
When the farm faces ruin, her desperate parents send her to the black skyscraper that purchases beautiful, impoverished girls. Few ever return.
Under a merciless spotlight, Sophia meets the man from her dreams. He sees in her a rare, natural submissive ready to be broken and remade.
Stripped, examined, collared, and renamed Initiate 37XY8C, Sophia begins her transformation from frightened farm girl to obedient pleasure slave in a hidden world of absolute power and perfect surrender.
A dark, intensely erotic dystopian tale of total submission.
Anjunajune Master's WritingsFoundations: Commanding vs LeadingI came across a Dominant who appeared to miss understand the difference between leading and commanding. A thing seen too often in the lifestyle, where these two terms become red into one, yet for Dominants they should be viewed as quite different.Command is a singular act at a specific moment in time. A direction given to another to do something and when that thing is done, the moment is over. There is no longevity, no lingering emotion or sense of something larger. Command exists to accomplish a specific thing at a specific moment - nothing more.Leading, on the other hand, is a process that cannot be accomplished in a single moment in time. It is more about a direction than a specific action and as such requires vision of the goal as well as awareness of the individual. It involves motivating, developing and inspiring people into action. Leading requires both the skill to communicate and the presence of a leader to identify the goal and describe the path how to get there.When command and leading become interchangeable, they typically devolve into commands strung together and submissives running to accomplish tasks, under the pretense of leading. Even though sometimes these tasks have legitimate value in the development of a submissive, in the larger scope, they miss the mark because what gets communicated to the submissive typically lacks the values, principles, and/or underlying lessons that connect the submissive to the dominant or to the lessons to be learned.So is one better than another? They are the equivalent of a scene compared to a dynamic. Commands are adequate for a single scene, yet commands will never provide the foundation for a power-imbalanced dynamic. For this, Dominants must lead and lead with vision of what they intend to create, clarity of roles, a sense of purpose about why even the little things matter and the commitment to live path they set forth, committing to the same level of quality they expect from others.
Baldrick Atlantic
Sleep Token
Call me when they bury bodies underwaterIt's blue light over murder for meCrumble like a temple built from future daughtersTo wasteland when the oceans recede
Marry in the morning, earn your bitter fatherIt's easier to try not to eatSo flood me like Atlantic, bandage up the trenchesAnything to get me to sleep
I woke up surrounded, eyes like frozen planetsJust orbiting the vacuum I amThey talk me through the damage, consequenceAnd how it's a pain they know they don't understand
Sobbing as they turn to statues at the bedsideI'm trying not to crush into sandSo flood me like Atlantic, weather me to nothingWash away the blood on my hands
Call me when they bury bodies underwaterIt's blue light over murder for meCrumble like a temple built from future daughtersTo wasteland when the oceans recede
Don't wake meDon't wake meDon't wake me upDon't you wake (don't wake me) me upDon't wake meOh (don't wake me up)
emptysoultoown The Meaning of a collar
The collar is one of the firsts to come to mind when we think about leather in its simplest functional form. Yet whether a collar is fastened on ones own neck or seen adorned by another, it always evokes a deep response, but what is the cultural meaning behind the collar – and why does it get our hearts racing without fail?The collar has been a key piece in the process – as it easily transcends worlds without losing its radical potential.
In fashion, the collar is an enduring symbol of pushing boundaries. It’s been part of the subcultural dress code since the early days of the punk movement. Collars served as a finishing touch to outfits already ridden with safety pins and chains – at times, in line with the community’s resourceful spirit, those were the actual sturdy dog collars from pet shops. Collars were a fitting accessory for self-proclaimed underdogs – and a nod to sexual subversiveness as a part of broader nonconformity.
The collar has a deep significance in the BDSM and kink community as the ultimate symbol of power exchange. Worn around the neck, it signifies the submissive role or exploration of submissive desires. It is a foundation for collaring ceremonies (and since recently, self-collaring) which celebrate relationship dynamics and identities, a crucial asset for play, and a fun way to toy with these ideas maybe for a few hours at a party. Getting a collar for yourself or accepting a collar as a gift from someone else can be a sincere gesture of romantic connection – or simply an act of self-love and being open to new types of experiences.
When the buckle closes around your neck – that sweet tight pull and release – the collar stops being an and becomes an invitation to explore a different mindset or role, play with the energy it brings you and see where it takes you. Whether combined with clothes or on its own, wearing a collar can be intriguing, arousing, moving, comforting or even thrilling.
A perfect collar combines the visual ect of form and functio, with texture, sturdiness, and the quality of materials from which it is crafted. Wearing a collar is an embodied experience rooted in psychology and sensation. Our necks are sensitive and vulnerable, a precious vessel for nerves and arteries, a place that holds erotic tension. A collar is a reminder of human fragility, connection, commitment, and the courage to show up as your authentic self.
QueenVamp test results... I don't necessarily agree with all of these amounts though. Updated March 2022
== Results from bdsmtest.org ==100% Rigger100% Sadist100% Owner100% Master/Mistress94% Dominant93% Switch90% Non-monogamist90% Primal (Hunter)83% Pet81% Brat tamer71% Experimentalist67% Primal (Prey)63% Voyeur62% Degrader61% Rope bunny57% Submissive47% Masochist37% Brat14% Exhibitionist11% Daddy/Mommy2% Vanilla0% Boy/Girl0% Degradee0% Slave0% Ageplayer
Baldrick this is a follow up to the 4/3/2018 post
People have said I am negative, yet I come here and I see all the negative profiles and wonder to myself, how on earth will these people find happiness, with this kind of attitude? I have gotten the oh I will be your slave if you pay my way to you... after a 5 minute conversation. I have heard about so many Dom's passing away, I feel like the term Dominant is cursed! I want to find someone who has a sense of humour, who doesn't mind taking their time getting to know each other and seeing what can happen. What would you rather have a store bought frozen and thaw cake, although good, it would never match a cake that was made just for you, because the one made for you has one special ingredient has that the other doesn't, and I do not mean mono sodium glutamate. I mean love Cheers And always remember to watch out for motorcycles when you are on the road
MissDAR Living in a fantasy world doesn’t help anyone—not you, not the people around you, not the future you claim to want. Being useful means showing up in reality, doing the work, learning real skills, and taking responsibility instead of escaping into excuses or imaginary victories. Dreams matter, but without action they’re just noise. Ground yourself, contribute something real, and turn effort into results—that’s how you actually move forward.
I often find Myself not wanting to come back on this site , for reasons of giving My time to men that are basically all talk and no action. Don't take
that the wrong way. I'm not looking for a " play partner " I'm not a pro and I'm not looking for a hit or miss situation.
I am only looking for fulltime and hopefully lifetime commitments.
I get so many on here that are basically saying the same thing. They are looking for a FLR, they are looking for this or that.
What I am saying is I'm looking for someone that will add to My life. Hopefully someone with skills, around the house, a garden, willing to learn almost
a very different life that I an pressed forward into living. Even if you are only a background male that is willing to learn what I am capible of teaching, that is
good enough. But, if you are from the city I promise you , you will probably struggle and not understand what real country life is about. In that case you should
pass by this profile and looking for a wuss position in the city .
Menewa "life is full of endings that you never know are coming until they already pass"I wrote that quote in high school. Some of us learn and grow and im grateful that many things have been learned. Some answers will never be known for sure from my journey here in this lifetime.
A new chapter is starting and perhaps the last chapter . Today i finally got to start moving things to a new home . A home that I feel will be my last but things are never certain and I have learned you have to live in the moment and ride each wave.
I feel the shift of energy in the earth but I also know that things must shift so they can heal and balance. My Master Mate and Husband and I have been through many things in these last three years. We have grown and we intend to keep growing together.
I have learned about the light and the dark. I have learned about walking paths. I have learned about consequences for actions. I have learned about addiction . I have learned what vanilla mindsets are like and how many of those could just things that are spiritual and misunderstood. I have definitely learned and experienced Dominance and submission through mind body soul spirit and energy.
We cant protect people from all pain all we can do is try to guide but some lessons must always be learned by the being.
It feels good to write, its been awhile since I sat down and let words flow.
There is always new beginnings
brattysub2025 I understand trolls have their role in this world. Both online and in real life if that’s what you believe. I’ve placed enough warnings that if your trolls stay away. If you’re dumb enough to approach me, I’m gonna rip you apart and I’m gonna feed you your inners. This is my final warning. I’m done with people being fake and breaking promises just like everybody else else’s. But I’ve decided to stand up and fight for my right to live. The prey has become the predator so fuck you.
maybe this is help trolls hear me roar !!!!
commited12u
Some people are born submissive and some born Dominant. That means there are lots of Dominant people out there, but a Mistress/Master is someone that a Dominant becomes with work, study and practice, a Dominant is born but a Mistress/Master is the result of learning, evolving and practice.
TeaMenthe A typical day requires service at almost all times. I am served tea in bed as we begin our day, and meals are all prepped and planned. You wake first, fetch me my tea, a few digestive biscuits, and the paper, and then join me in bed to read me an article of my choosing while I sip. Some days when it is warmer, we take this outside, but most days it is in the comfort of bed while we are nude.
After this, we both have breakfast together. Usually you will cook, but some days I will announce that i feel like it and cook. These are healthy meals that focus on protein and good fats.
Then, we both work from home. I enjoy my work at a non-profit, taking breaks to to be with each other (lunch, walks, or you kneeling in prostration/worship as needed, etc). In the evening, we order in, cook, or go out. These all have rituals associated with them that are meticulously refined for both our benefit - what we eat, how we look, and what happens are important metrics of keeping you thoughtless and spotless. You represent me, and I will NOT be embarrassed.
We play board games,read, or watch a program as the evening draws to a close. Then we head to bed, where I do my beauty routine and have you serve me as part of it. This means providing hot water, ice, and towels as needed.
We head to bed, with me getting in bed first and you being caged, kneeling, or joining me if I decide to use you for my pleasure. I do like to be warm and to cuddle, so some nights I require just that and you serve me admirably.
TotalOwnerforslave Slippery Feet
In the shower this morning, I became aware of the lack of feasibility of soaping the soles of my feet. I mean, slippery feet would lead inevitably to a crash.
That is where a slave comes to service. Before the delightful tending to My feet with warm water, soap and oil; before the tongue worship; after the ritual request to speak; before the satisfying engagement of eye contact over My toes with the lapping slave as it concentrates with adoration on the removal any dirt and smudges that may be on the soles of My feet; comes the anticipation of pleasure at the sound of warm water being poured into the wash basin that will be used as I recline in comfort.
The glance into the eyes on those times its eyes are visible as it labors up and down My soles when, in paroxysms devotion, it applies its tongue to the cleaning project. For Me, not infrequently, pleasure bordering on ecstasy.
And so, after I grant permission for slave to humble itself and order a refreshment, I settle back in My recliner to wait in happy anticipation the humble slave, that has become devoid of self; that is self respect, self care, self concern, self aggrandizement certainly, and has become nothing other than an appliance for My pleasure to provide the ablution with exaggerated care to My feet.
After it has finished the cleaning it will perform the permission to speak again, but, this time kissing a licking clean feet. Once I grant the honor of speaking to its better, it will express with emphatic enthusiasm gratitude for the opportunity to provide its Master with pleasure.
Life as it should be.
Master James
CosmicCunt Freebeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees...
In speaking with many here, the reduction of stessors often comes up.
Check your Thyroid TSH levels! Mui importante!
The Science of Breath - life changing, affirming and regulating!
https://www.yogajournal.com/yoga-101/science-breathing/
https://www.unm.edu/~lkravitz/Article%20folder/Breathing.html#:~:text=Respiration%20Mechanics%20102,to%20the%20lungs)%20respiration%20occurs.
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6137615/
Girls and guys - want to know when a woman bleeds every month? Know her birth day. This is a golden nugget of knowledge society keeps us from knowing in order to keep us enslaved, fearful and reactionary. There are variables, of course. Stress....hormonal imbalances....medications....being in close proximity to other women, either in family or work. If the other women are more dominant, they will set another womans cycle off or if their birth day is near to yours, then they can trigger yours. You're welcome.
whimphusband Since my last journal entry things have moved on fairly significantly. Glenn who is Sue's former bull from years ago and his partner Deb are very active swingers as well as being into the bdsm scene and have encouraged Sue to visit them on a fairly regular basis. At the moment she is going virtually every other weekend plus the occasional night away. I will confine this entry to just one of her visits and hopefully keep you updated on a more regular basis if anyone is interested.
On this particular occasion Glenn and Debs were going to an event up country so rather than Sue drive down to there house she arranged to meet them at Exeter services and I was to drive her there. Sue had taken the Friday and Monday off to allow plenty of time. Usually Glenn specifies what Sue should wear for the journey and this time was no different although a little more discreet as they would be stopping at services, so Sue was dressed in a silver satin blouse, black knee-length skirt, but with a rear slit, black seamed stockings with suspender belt and black patent heels as she wasn't driving. Over this her shiny pvc mac, she was in full make up including bright red nails and wearing her handcuff necklace and ankle chain and I must admit she looked so fucking sexy. At the services I dropped her off in the carpark and she walked into the entrance to meet Glenn and Debs pulling her wheeled suitcase that had several outfits, toys and hoods in. I was in my new tiny chastity cage and wearing satin panties and stockings under my trousers as instructed by Glenn.
I will add more as soon as I have time.
LexiBloodMoon I find it tether offensive that too few people have actually read my profile. I mean I put forth the effort to not only share a bit of myself and what I am looking for but wrote it out rather clearly.
i mean if you can not respect me or at least pretend to give a fuck long enough to read it, why the hellshould I believe you would respect me. If I can’t trust you with the smallest of things like reading my profile, then what the hell makes you think I would trust you to care in a session, date, whatever?
i put things in my profile to help YOU understand me and what I am looking for, as well as what I can offer. Furthermore I am not going to tell you read it. I shouldn’t need to. BUT, I do know if you have read it or not. How do I know? Maybe you should have read the thing in the first place.
As I am on my soapbox at the moment, to all the people who send a one line, or worse one word greeting message, listen up. That may work at a bar or speed dating, button here a lot more is needed. I know you want to do the least amount of actual effort you can but you get out what you put in. If you can’t even try to make a nice and prober introduction, I can only assume you equally lazy with everything else and not worth my time.
just something to think about
SlutSnuggleButt Embracing My Feminine Submission 🌸✨
Today, I find myself reflecting deeply on my journey of submission, a path sprinkled with the soft petals of my femininity and the resonating echo of my girlish heart. There's an undeniable intertwining of these identities, each one validating and magnifying the other, creating a tapestry of self that I continue to weave with delicate, yet eager hands. 🎀. OMG, Total introspection! Like, deep-diving into my submissive heart and its BFF relationship with all things girly and femme. It’s crazy how these parts of me just click together. It’s as if the universe went, “Hey girl, here’s some sparkle for your soul,” and BAM, I’m living my authentic self. 💁✨
Being submissive isn't just a role I've adopted; it's a celebration of my most authentic self, where my natural inclinations to yield and please are not just accepted but revered. It's in this sacred space that my girlishness - the sweet, effervescent joy I find in the simplest things, and my feminine essence - the flowing well of nurturing, intuitive emotion, come together in a beautiful, symbiotic dance. 💃❤️.
It is like...my heart’s home. It’s where my love for pleasing isn’t just okay; it’s adored. And this space? It’s where my inner girl - all giggles, twirls, and happy tears - gets to hang out with my woman-self. They chat, they laugh, they cry, they share skincare tips (lol), and together, they’re just me. 💕👛
Now, let’s talk fashion, because honey, my subby side loves to dress up. It’s like every outfit is a secret message, all “this is me, this is real.” The fabrics kiss my skin, the swish of a skirt, the jingle of my bangles - girl, it’s all part of the symphony, you know? 🎵👠
I dress myself in the aesthetics of my submission, each garment a symbol of soft surrender. The silk feels like whispers against my skin, the colors, pastel or vibrant, mirror my mood, and the act of choosing what to wear is less about fabric and more about wrapping myself in a visible representation of my identity. The bangles on my wrists sing with every movement, a gentle, constant reminder of the delicate strength I carry within. 💅👗
But real talk, submission isn’t just a look. It’s like...a heart agreement. It’s built on mega trust and this super special respect-package. It’s not a solo gig, either. It takes two to tango, and when His strong, guiding hand finds mine? Magic. It’s like I’m free in a way only us in the know get. 🙈💫. it goes beyond the tangible. My submission is painted in the strokes of trust, painted with the brush dipped in the hues of reverence and devotion. It's an artwork that requires two, though - one to surrender and one to accept the offering. It's a mutual dance, and when guided by a firm, loving lead, I find the purest freedom, a paradox that only those in this intricate dynamic can truly understand. 🌹🔐
In my day-to-day, whether I'm tending to my tasks, engaging with others, or lost in quiet moments of reflection, my submission hums softly in the background, a soundtrack only I can hear. It's in the way I craft my space, a blend of comfort, beauty, and order. It's in the way I express my care for those around me, a pour from the pitcher of my heart. And it's most loud and clear in the stillness of the night, when I journal my thoughts and experiences, each word a thread in the tapestry of my submissive journey. 🌙✍️
The resilience of my journey isn't lost on me. There's a profound strength in vulnerability, a courage in femininity that the world often overlooks. As I continue this journey, I do so with an open heart, celebrating the girly joy, the sensual submission, and the intricate femininity that makes me whole. Here's to the paths we walk, the roles we cherish, and the selves we continue to discover. 🥂💕
susananne61 I really do need to find a man to take me in for retraining. Since my last LTR ended I have been unable to find anybody of the calibre needed to properly dominate me. And properly dominated I need to be.
If you are the sort of man who would grab me by my blonde hair and unceremoniously put me over your knees, push my skirt up off my bum, pull my panties down as I squealed and kicked around and give me a thrashing for nothing more than pouting my disapproval at you when you told me to do something.
If you are the sort of man who is comfortable enough in your ownership of me to publically humiliate me and/or lend me out to one of your mates occasionally.
If you are the sort of man who would keep a variety of implements in the wardrobe solely to punish me with and used them on me regularly whether I misbehaved or not just to keep me in my place and because you enjoyed doing it.
If you are the sort of man who would make sure that I always had fresh welts and whip marks on me to demonstrate your complete ownership and domination of me.
If you are the sort of man who would lock me in the garage, shed or spare room for hours on end to give me plenty of time to reflect on my shortcomings before coming in to administer a good thrashing to me.
If you are the sort of man who would take great pleasure in seeing me hog tied and gagged, struggling on the floor.
If you are the sort of man who would give me a good slap across the side of my face hard enough to send me sprawling if I back chatted you.
If you are the sort of man who would expect a girl to know her place, do all your housework, do it to your expectations and do it with a smile on her face or else.
If you are the sort of man who, while watching the footy on TV and I was doing a big pile of ironing in the laundry, would shout out to me for a beer and expect me to immediately fetch it from the fridge, open it and put it into a beer cooler before hurrying to hand it to you with a smile on my face.
If you are the sort of man who would not allow me to leave the house or do anything without your permission and who dictates to me what I should be wearing.
If you are the sort of man who would take great pleasure from watching me squirm and squeal on the floor as your belt leaves bright red welts on my bum, thighs and back.
If you are the sort of man whom I would be a little bit frightened of.
If you are the sort of man who expaspects me to be dressed like a girl should be dressed to please a man, in miniskirts, short dresses, sexy panties, heels and stockings.
If you are the sort of man who would occasionally reward me by treating me like a lady even though we both know that I’m nothing but your slut.
If you are the sort of man who is intelligent, articulate, financially stable and is prepared to put in the work on me to give me the life that I deserve.
If you are even some of those things you are a real man and a rare man. Where are you?
I NEED YOU!
subMeghan As required by my Dom, I publicly declare the following: I am subMeghan, and as I type this this, whenever I am here on CollarSpace, I am to remain completely nude, except for my dog collar and glasses…
Today’s Journal Topic Is: I Am Now On CollarSpace Chat!
One of many fantasies my Dom/Hubby has for me is to be a webcam model. He just loves the idea of me being completely nude in front of an unseen audience of men who I interact with and ultimately masturbate for them.
For a variety of reasons, that is simply never going to happen. Neither of us want to actually make that a reality. However, we did come up with a way for me to come as close as I can to doing this.
For the past few months, I have been playing around with CollarSpace’s chat rooms. The first few times, I would only pop in for a few minutes, see what people were talking about, then quickly exit.
The first time someone requested a private chat with me, I freaked out and exited the chat altogether. I was such a wimp! LOL
However, over time, I’ve gotten used to it and have had some really enjoyable conversations with some of you all.
A couple observations so far.
1> Collar Space chat can be really buggy. Getting booted out happens a lot!
2> Chat users are way more nice to me than I expected. (I’ve previously written about how abusive some of the messages I receive can be.)
3> More often than not, users are more interested in chatting than roleplaying.
4> Male subs seem to be quite needy. (This is just an observation, not a judgement.)
My Dom’s chat guidelines for me are as follows:
1> Of course, I am always to nude at all times. I am to disclose that I am nude if asked or appropriate.
2> Be gracious, courteous and friendly.
3> Answer all questions honestly. However, I may decline to answer any question that I deem to be inappropriate.
4> There are no taboo or inappropriate topics.
5> I do have to tolerate rude, abusive users. I have the discretion to terminate any conversation that I am uncomfortable with or deem to be unacceptably rude or abusive.
6> At my discretion, I may engage in any roleplay scenario that I feel comfortable with.
7> During roleplay, I am allowed to submit to other online Doms. However, my Dom’s/Hubby’s rules/limits always supersede any other online Dom’s commands.
8> During roleplay, if possible, I am to attempt to physically implement whatever I say I am doing. For example: If I say that I am putting clothespins on my nipples, then I need to actually put clothespins on my nipples, etc.
9> No webcam, no video, no photos. Sorry, not going to happen.
I do not plan on having any kind of chat schedule. If I’m there. I’m there. If I’m not, I’m not.
If you see me on chat, feel free to just say Hi.
subMeghan
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KhaosWolfKat FFS people! READ profiles before contacting someone!
Yes, my profile lists me as a switch, but that does not mean I want to do anything and everything with everyone.
I am looking for a male dominant, and a female slave.
I am NOT looking for a male sub for anything other than maybe domestic, manual labour. I am NOT interested in a sissy, CD/TV (unless they fit the aforementioned manual labour bill), FLR, or any form of meaningful "relationship" with a submissive male.
As noted in my profile here, my blog profile lists EVERYTHING I am seeking in great detail. READ IT!
sweetsapling
Something I just wrote to someone on here which I think is a valid statement from me:
I mean I'm not on here just for sex. I'm a sapiosexual above anything and to even interest me you have to engage me on a mental level.
To expound on that, I'm also here to expose myself to people and concepts of sexuality and expression that are new to me.
As I've explored further, by reading, connecting with people and experience I find that I've become a more sex positive person in general.
I've been accepting new and bizarre things that perhaps turn me on and celebrating them instead of shaming them away.
I am becoming more comfortable as a sexual creature as I follow my curiosity.
I am also honing my communication skills. I love the emphasis the BDSM community has on talking about limits and consent and making sure people feel heard and valued. It's a value set we would do well to enact in our everyday vanilla efforts to communicate.
These are just some musings I suppose.
mastergcs
Why Most Online Relationships Fail After Exchanging a Few Emails In today's society, online relationships have become increasingly common. Whether it's through dating apps, social media, or online forums, people are connecting with others in ways that were not possible just a few decades ago. However, despite the convenience and accessibility of online communication, many of these relationships fail after only a few email exchanges. In this essay, I will explore some of the reasons why this is the case.
One of the primary reasons why online relationships fail after only a few emails is the lack of genuine connection that often accompanies online communication. Unlike in-person interactions, which can allow people to connect on a deeper level, online communication can be superficial and lacking in emotional depth. As a result, people may quickly lose interest in each other and move on to other options.
Another factor that contributes to the failure of online relationships is misaligned expectations. People may have different goals for the relationship, such as casual dating versus serious commitment. If these expectations are not communicated clearly, misunderstandings can arise, leading to conflict and ultimately relationship failure.
Catfishing and deception are also common reasons why online relationships fail. Catfishing, or the practice of pretending to be someone else online, can lead to a lack of trust and ultimately undermine the relationship. Similarly, any kind of deception, whether it's lying about one's age or using outdated photos, can create a sense of distrust that can be difficult to overcome.
The issue of not truly knowing what a person wants out of a relationship is another important factor that can contribute to the failure of online relationships. In some cases, people may enter into online relationships without a clear idea of what they are looking for. This can lead to confusion and uncertainty about the future of the relationship, which can ultimately cause it to fail. Additionally, people's desires and expectations may change over time, leading to a mismatch between what each person wants from the relationship. Without clear communication and a shared understanding of what each person wants, online relationships may struggle to thrive and may ultimately fail.
Finally, the ease of finding alternative options is another reason why online relationships often fail after only a few email exchanges. With so many dating apps and websites available, people have a seemingly endless supply of potential partners to choose from. If they don't feel a strong connection with someone after just a few emails, they may quickly move on to someone else.
In order to increase the chances of success in online relationships, it is important to take steps to build a genuine connection. This may involve taking the time to get to know each other better through online messaging or video chats before meeting in person. Additionally, it is important to be honest and clear about expectations from the outset, in order to avoid misunderstandings that can lead to conflict.
Another important strategy for increasing the chances of success in online relationships is to be mindful of the issue of not knowing what each person wants. Before entering into an online relationship, it can be helpful to take some time to reflect on what you are looking for and what your goals are. This can help ensure that you are on the same page as your potential partner and can avoid confusion and uncertainty down the line. Additionally, it is important to communicate openly and honestly about your desires and expectations throughout the course of the relationship, in order to ensure that you are both on the same page.
All of the factors discussed above can contribute to the failure of online relationships, but it's important to note that they are not unique to online relationships. These same issues can arise in in-person relationships as well, and many of the strategies for building a successful relationship are the same regardless of whether the initial contact was made online or in person.
One key strategy for building successful relationships is to prioritize communication. This means being open and honest about your feelings, desires, and expectations, as well as actively listening to your partner and taking their feelings into account. In online relationships, where there is often a lack of in-person interaction, it can be particularly important to prioritize communication in order to build a genuine connection.
Another strategy for building successful relationships is to take things slow. While it may be tempting to jump right into a relationship after exchanging a few emails, it's important to take the time to get to know the other person and build a foundation of trust and understanding. This may involve spending more time talking and getting to know each other before meeting in person, or taking a more gradual approach to physical intimacy in order to ensure that both people are comfortable and on the same page.
Ultimately, the success of any relationship depends on a variety of factors, including communication, trust, and shared values and goals. While online relationships may face unique challenges, they can be just as successful as in-person relationships when both people are committed to building a genuine connection and working through any obstacles that arise.
In conclusion, while online relationships may seem more convenient and accessible than in-person relationships, they often fail after only a few email exchanges due to a lack of genuine connection, misaligned expectations, catfishing and deception, not knowing what each person wants, and the ease of finding alternative options. However, by prioritizing communication, taking things slow, and being honest and clear about expectations, it is possible to increase the chances of success in online relationships. Ultimately, the key to a successful relationship, whether it is formed online or in person, is building a foundation of trust, mutual respect, and genuine connection.
TulipGrace I’m real, single, and ready to meet. You should be too.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Lots of people contact me about my profile and say job well done, I/we are like minded, BUT blah blah blah (I am taken, I am too old/young, I am too far, etc.). They respect the realities of the universe that have made us like minded, but not a match. I can respect that. I am certainly grateful for friends on this journey. This Journal entry is not addressing or discouraging friends. This is about those who express legitimate interest…
So, I think my profile makes it clear… I am looking to date, I am looking to meet someone. I didn’t think I had to clarify after an in-depth profile such as the wone I wrote that I am not interested in you if you are married, living with someone, have a stead significant other, etc. Now, if you are “seeing” other people that is fine. Those other people should not be living in your house, sharing your bank account, doing your grocery shopping (unless it is for a date or something), paying for the renewal of the tags on your car, etc… “Seeing” someone means you are taking them to dinner, and possible having a good time after once in a while. “Seeing” someone means that person KNOWS you are “seeing” other people! If I call or text when you are with them, there is no need to hide your phone. I mean, I don’t expect you to respond or answer, you are spending time with someone else, that is fine, we aren’t an item, but I have enough self esteem I will not be the other woman, and I will not be hidden. If you will cheat on your wife, girlfriend, etc… You will eventually cheat on me too, and thus I am not interested in you. I am interested in loyalty, honesty, and devotion. How can one submit to someone who is offering anything less? Obviously, I don’t expect it day one. I will probably see other people for a time too. A bond must be built and that takes time. That being said… a bond isn’t built in messages on the web miles apart from someone I have never met in person. We might send messages a lot after meeting because you travel or something, but meeting in person is crucial to me.
The internet is far too anonymous and there are far too many players out there. Heck, I had a guy wait until our third in person date once to finally admit he was married! It was because he couldn’t maintain the in person dating, he finally had to come clean though. He would have spoken with me for a year online had I let it continue that route… So, I am not a huge electron communication person. I also hate phones. I will even schedule my doctor’s appointments via the web if I can. Phones are used to call if I am lost getting where we planned to meet, or if I am running late and need to text to let you know. I don’t send kinky or risqué picture via the web or phone. I don’t use snapchat… where all communication disappears before your wife can see it. We send a few emails, seem to be hitting it off, then why should we share everything in more emails? What will we talk about when we get together? Continuing to chat online is going to leave me awkward and silent with nothing left to talk about in person. Left get some coffee, have dinner, see a movie. Let’s get out of the house! Yes, I know I say I raid (game) 5 nights a week… Only two of those nights are nights I feel I really can’t skip right now, and raid doesn’t start until 8:30 at night, and those are nights in the middle of the week… so if you really want to be drinking coffee that late at night, in the middle of the week, I will see what I can to lol.
If one more guy tells me, well, I have a significant other, but the relationship is dead, has been for some time, but it is complicated… and in the same breath, tells me he wants to be my Dom, and manage my world… Get your house in order before you enter mine which is already in order. I am worn out on chatting with guys who seem amazing, lead me on, but are just using me as their side joy because they are unhappy in a relationship, they have no intention of leaving. Again, if you would hurt her by chatting with me… what are you going to do to me one day?
Are there any good ones left at my age? Should I just give up the search?
Guys… fish or cut bait. Show me you aren’t married lol. Show me you aren’t running around on your girlfriends. Show me it is worth the time and effort to continue investing myself in some of these conversations that start to feel sketchy… Pick a coffee house and tell me when we are going!
Hairdoslv4u I have now collared and own NJ Slave1010. It worships me without exception and without question. I have erased most thoughts from its mind, so all it knows is worshipping me, adoring me, thinking about me. I have inserted certain words in its head. So when It reads them or hears them or says them Its’ slave worm, which is now mine, goes to instant erection in honor of me. Only I can grant what is now mine release, not it anymore. And it suffers deeply for me has declared its undying slave love to me.. If any other slaves would love to be my slave and fall deeply in love with me. writing slave love letters to me. Then you can contact me here. You will worship me, adore me, and obey me. I will also instill a bouffant and salon fetish in you where you worship the bouffant Women Having their hair styled in exotic, full, thick. Updo bouffant hairdos and rollers or under dryers like the goddesses they deserve to be. This also goes for CDs who are into this also, I would love to have you worship me getting your hair done in large exotic hairdos under dryers and in large rollers for me.
commited12u
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)
sexyeyes84 i stay stresssed out and depressed all the time anymore its hard for me to think its hard for me finding someone to be in my life when your family mistreats you your thinking pattern gets off of what you was going to do with screaming and yelling at me all the time it never fails i speak i get jumped on for breathing or moving 16 years of there mouths and mentally i really take much more it's killing me mental im already dead on the inside but idiots doesn't care about me my feelings or my needs they dont care if i die anyways they tell me to kll myself nobody wants your stupid ass anyways fucking whore your nothing but a worthless piece of ass nobody wants ... and one cop in my hometown october said your ruthless piece of ass nobody wants when i was living at the apartment i was at so i stopped socializing i stop going to the store i busted my phone so i wouldn't have to deal with stupid ass bullies and i am at my breaking point and my landlord would let who ever in my aprtment because in august i was watching tv an smoked a joint before i went to bed an took my mucsle relaxer and then who ever had a key to my apartment did something because i was stiff an couldn't move and woke up next morning couldn't hardly move my right arm the second night they molsted me in my sleep and i can't walk for a week... they grab my right foot that is how i knew an i checked my self and i got pissed off them letting people in my apartment landlord was a jealous jesus christ freak that almost got me raped... i have no trust left with anybody at this point because when i do they abuse me
Chrisin98003 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
LittleReaper 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?
WitchyVibesDoeEyes This bleeding love
Ain't taking our hearts
Inner fire ignites us
I paid so much
I'd say it's my sport
Ha ha ha wake up
Her nights don't define us
Even heaven loves the way she tastes
I'm crawling right beside her
Give me grace I'm calling
Emotion violence taking my life
In the fire we'll make up
I saw the goddess
Bury my light
No no no wake up
Her nights don't define us
Even heaven loves the way she tastes
I'm crawling right beside her
Give me grace im calling
Her nights don't define us
Even heaven loves the way she tastes
I'm crawling right beside her
Give me grace im calling
When my teeth are in And I'm already
I'm already biting
May I drink you in
Cus I can barely
I can barely fight it
Your my prayers stay sweet
Visions spells said she said we will
Limerence says your mine
Hold on hold on Hold on to me
Her nights don't define us
Even heaven loves the way she tastes
I'm crawling right beside her
Give me grace im calling
Her nights don't define us
Even heaven loves the way she tastes
I'm crawling right beside her
Give me grace im calling
When my teeth are in And I'm already
I'm already biting
May I drink you in
Cus I can barely
I can barely fight
When my teeth are in And I'm already
I'm already biting
May I drink you in
Cus I can barely
I can barely fight
Infinitearms
Hi, my name is Infinite Arms and I’m a masochist. I mean let’s be honest, you’ve got to be to keep attempting to navigate this shit hoping for a decent outcome.
I’m a physical masochist - being hit / given physical pain makes me happy (read very wet) but I’m also a massive emotional and psychological masochist.
The physical bit is easy enough - plenty of people will hit you with hitty things, less people with hit you with fisty things, even less people will cut you, break the occasional rib, but there are people.
The emotional and psychological masochism is the difficult part I’m finding, but my circumstances are probably a big factor in that. I’m married - we met through kink and we still do kink when life allows. But we both have other facets we indulge outside our relationship. I won’t tell you his, he can do that, but mine is very much focussed on someone being mean to me.
There are lots of levels of mean, physical pain is just one of them (a very fun one), but my masochism also leans a lot towards more emotional and psychological aspects and this is the bit I struggle to get in the extracurricular stuff.
So I prefer to play with people who are poly, or not looking for a full time relationship, because I have one of those and he’s wonderful and irreplaceable. I also don’t really like people who are doing it all behind their partners back, because that’s just hard work and it feels pretty crappy to be the one being cheated on so there’s that.
But - and here’s the unicorse poo part - I do need to have some kind of connection / dynamic / relationship for the emotional psychological stuff to be meaningful.
ification and degradation and just general worthlessness is one of my biggest kinks. And, maybe it’s just for me, but that doesn’t work if I have no level of connection with the person who’s making me that low. I like (well love to hate) to be told I can’t touch, or orgasm, in between play sessions. Admittedly I’m sometimes utterly shit at that but I’m working on it. And that doesn’t work if there’s not some sort of friendship or mutual appreciation going on.
In short, I don’t want to marry you, or have any detrimental impact on any relationship you are in. But I cannot promise I won’t be fond of you, because, for me at least, that tends to be a byproduct of having someone be mean to me in the aforementioned ways.
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Missblue303 I do best at being a Domme with minimal toys at hand.
I don’t need a fully stocked dungeon to have a great time with a sub. (not that there is anything wrong with a fully stocked dungeon) but to me it is more the mental control I exercise over you. The way I approach you, look at and maybe don’t let you have eye contact with me, and the way I touch or don’t touch you, you know just being in my presence brings out your need to submit.
For example, I will say, “Did I say you could look me in the eye bitch? Until I say you can look me in the eye, you will look at my feet. Look down now.”
This takes no toys and commands you.
GenXMs So this is a recurring fantasy I have, I hope some of you enjoy it :)
Miss wants me to be a slut, she asks me all the time, “what are you”, “a slut” I have to reply, then she punishes me for being such a submissive slut.
Then she organises for me to go and serve others. I have no choice, and I have no idea who it is until I go to their place.
There I must act as if the commands were coming from Miss, I must do as I am told. Miss says I am not allowed to cum, if I do I will be punished for it, the people I am sent to know this, but, as they are controlling me, they can make me cum for them.
This will result in them being able to watch the punishment from Miss, so they get to decide if they want that to happen to me.
When I am finished I have to return to Miss, I kneel naked in front of her, and I have to explain everything I did in great detail, humiliating myself, I have to describe what I did, how I felt, what it smelled like, absolutely all details.
Miss then punishes me for being such a slut.
Then at the end she asks if I had cum, now the other people don’t tell her, I have to admit to it myself.
StrictLovingWify As usual , My inbox overflows.
There are many reasons why I may not reply to a message.
My time is limited. If I allowed it, responding to messages could be a full time job.
There have been plenty of times I have accidentally or internationally opened a message and found I wanted to reply. However, I didn't have time at that moment. Later to find the message was too far lost amongst the rest.
Recently I strolled through the pages of messages and came across a very well written message from a submissive who seemed to have potential.
If you send Me a message which is not acceptable . One which does not show respect it will surely not get a kind reply if it gets a reply at all.
If I was communicating with you and you did not comply with My demands you can assume I stopped communication.
If I was communicating with you and some time has lapsed there is a good chance your messages are lost in the masses.
If you want My attention write an amazing message to Me.
Include a respectable, recent, clear photo of yourself.
Expect to share your email address and phone number if I ask for it.
I will not text you. I will not be sharing My phone number with you, unless I decide to.
I will only ask for your phone number if I wish to interview you further via phone.
I use no apps, except whatsapp for international.
I am not here to serve you!
I expect you come to Me to serve Me.
LaTulipe There's this man I know. He says he's not a nice guy. He listens intently to me ramble. When I apologize for it, he tells me not to because I like telling him things, and he enjoys that.
There's this man I know. He says he's selfish. I've sent him cute things, naughty things. He never asks for them. He says he'll never pressure me, and appreciates when I do things of my own accord.
There's this man I know. He says he's got an unquenchable thirst. I used to lay out opportunities that he'd reject. He says as much as he finds me attractive, there's a reason we've been friends for so long, and he likes having me around.
There's this man I know. He says he's dark. I've told him all my insecurities. He's seen my lowest points, seen me spiral out, make terrible decisions. He's never made me feel ashamed. He's never kept them as leverage against me. He makes every bad step I take seem so incredibly small.
There's this man I know. He says he's cold. His praises are detailed and specific. He says he's proud of me and that I should be proud, too.
There's this man I know. He says he's uncaring. He once kept me company an entire day while I was unwell, just to help distract me from it. He barely knew me.
There's this man I know. He says he's a bad man. He's honest. He's kind. He's funny. He's doting. He's patient. He's always on my side. He's a good man, and I'm grateful to know him.
J4truth I'm irritated by the idiocy of some of these "subs" I'll meet you at a Starbucks and if I don't invite you home immediately thereafter you'll pull a typical fake sub move and not follow up. Most don't have the patience and respect to meet properly. To get vetted properly. Most think anybody declaring themselves a "sub" should be privy to my home immediately. No thought towards common sense or my safety?? I get these offers 5 times a week. Imagine if I gave my home address out that many times a week? I'd be murdered in less than a month by some fake predator. Or at the very least robbed and when you report something like that to police and say "I met him online" Boy how stupid do you look? Perhaps these idiots think I'm in a palace surrounded by gaurds? How much online porn must you watch before you actually think there's any likelihood that any of us REAL ladies are surfing for boys from within a palace. THAT lady isn't on collarspace, she has a caretaker whose job it is to find sub's. Out here in the real world a REAL domme works her 9-5 and expects her sub to do the same. To be sane. To be intelligent and productive within society. To be a regular guy and a sexy "trophy husband".
MorghanXX Who am I?
When I was in kindergarten, I got my very first parent-teacher meeting because I convinced a nice little boy (Timmy, Tommy, something like that) to climb into the toy cabinet. He complied (what joy!), and I then proceeded to tie the door handles together with a shoelace. Silly me, I didn't know basic rope safety back then. I didn't have safety shears, and when I could not untie my knots, little Timmy/Tommy got rather upset. It was then that a teacher had to come rescue him, and the poor Catholic School teachers realized that they'd better get on the horn to Mom and Dad, pronto. Looking at me, they must have thought "this kid was going to be A Problem."
True enough, I read ahead of the class, ignored instructions in favor off more efficient methodologies, and continued to be large and in charge over the years.
I'd say it's been all downhill from there, but I've rather enjoyed the ride!
CosmicCunt We have taken another downshift here. Last week I was beside Myself with how to continue carrying on and doing what I am with mum. New behaviors are emerging or shall I say deepening. More fear, more dependency, more suspect, more taking off, more refusal, more aggression, more silence at least for My part. In some ways, we are coming full circle - with I processing an entire lifetime of family and friends, opportunities and challenges, where I have come from, who has supported Me along the way and where I am going from here. Meanwhile she slips farther and farther. I understand what the doctor meant when they said she needed social engagement first and foremost. While she may not be able to complete a thought - not one - she has a need to be seen and engaged with. I feel her whole being crying out silently for reason and meaning and death. I need ... well, I need. Stripped bare I am, emotionally, mentally, physically. Feeling that theme of the Phoenix Rising around Me at this time. Lots of fire and brimestone, and dragons breath and POWERS restrained.
littlegirl4343 I'm looking for something a little different. I'm looking for a Daddy and/or Mommy with a sadistic streak. I'm VERY into ass play and spanking. I love the emotional release i get from long, hard anal use. I want to be regressed back into diapers using suppositories, laxatives and enemas. I want to be put through long, grueling enema sessions that leave my anus swollen and sore. I want to find someone who will bind my wrists together in front of me and fill my bowels uncomfortably full with warm, soapy water and put me through the humilation of expelling into a diaper as many times as it takes to completely clean me out.
I'm looking for someone who will use and abuse my ass regularily. I want plugs, dildos and vibrators used in my ass. Lay me flat on my stomach and finger my tight hole and use a rectal thermometer on me. When i'm naughty, cover an uncomfortably big plug in Vicks or Tiger Balm and make me hold it in my ass until you decide to take it out. Stick a vibrator in my ass and force me to cum until i can't take anymore. If I've been a good girl, lay me on my back, spread my legs wide and lick and suck my pussy, force me to cum over and over until you've had your fill.
I want to find someone who will keep my pussy hairless and smooth with shaving or pre-waxed strips. Use tweezers to pluck out any stubborn hairs.
I want to be spanked long and hard several times a day until i'm crying. Cut a switch and whip me until my entire ass is covered in welts and knicks. Then use alcohol on the knicks and cuts as i lay there bawling in pain. Spank my already marked and bruised ass just because you want to make me cry and beg. Cover my ass in a soaked facecloth and then remove it and beat my wet ass with a strap or belt.
I want to be regressed back to a little girl with strict structure, rules, restrictions, guidance and discipline. Aftercare is a MUST! After each spanking or long ass play or enema session, I need to be hugged and cuddled and snuggled. As much as I like being disciplined I also need a lot of affection.
Fetpetboy
Found this on a profile...well said: 1. The male must always practice respect, whether in private or public. Stand when she enters the room. Sit (or kneel) as soon as She is seated.
2. Be totally attentive: open doors, offer her your coat, she sits first, begins to eat first, and always ask permission to leave her presence.
3. The male should never speak unless spoken to, or unless anticipating the needs of his Mistress.
4. The submissive will never sit with legs spread or slouch in a way typical of untrained males. Good posture and decorum is a sign of respect.
5. The male will never stare at a woman without her permission. Unless the woman seeks eye-contact, they submissive will keep his eyes lowered at all times.
6. When walking with his Mistress, or any woman, the submissive will keep his gait in step with hers, which usually means taking smaller steps. The male should always be at least 1-2 steps behind, but not too far because he must open all doors.
7. The submissive must always be pleasant, never argue and never pout.
8. The male surrenders control of how he spends his time, how he dresses, what he eats, where he sleeps, the friends or acquaintances he is allowed to keep.
9. The submissive must remember that his orgasm does not belong to him but to his Mistress. It is Hers to use or deny... however she sees fit.
10. The submissive may never touch his own genitals without the permission of his Mistress. When washing, he must use a wash cloth or brush, never his hands.
11. The submissive should never buy his own clothing without the guidance of his Mistress. He should buy what pleases her, not what he likes.
12. When urinating, the submissive will always sit on the toilet... no exceptions.
13. The submissive must submit to eating only “submissive food” selected by his Mistress whenever she requires it.
14. When a meal is over the submissive must be quick to clear the table and wash the dishes.
15. The submissive must always give his Mistress the first choice of everything — She picks the channel on TV to watch, the restaurant to go to, the movie to see, the friends to entertain, etc.
16. The submissive will perform all household chores for his dominate, to include(but not limited to): sweep and vacuum all floors and carpets mop all floors dust and polish all furniture make the beds every day wash and fold all clothing linen scrub bathrooms clean kitchen Cook meals wash dishes set the table shop for groceries take out trash and sort recycled items run all errands
SaltLifeFemDom On having no experience...
My preference would be a partner with some level of real life experience. That being said, if you don't have a lot of experience, it's your job to properly educate yourself. I'm not sure why so many male submissives think it's attractive to approach a FemDom and say, "I have no experience, but am eager to have you teach me and mold me." Personally, I find it lazy and an instant turnoff. It's the same fantasy-induced fever dream, over and over again. I've spent 18 years in the lifestyle and when I first started out, I spent quite a bit of time learning and honing My skills. Subs and slaves who want to be taken seriously do the same.
There are several excellent books to start with for basic training skills. If you're on FL, I highly suggest following slave underscore mission. he's got ninety or so journal entries and it's a great way for any beginner to find a place to start. Beyond that, there are classes, workshops, snack and learns...seminars; etc.
Bottom line, if you want an experienced and educated FemDom, you're either going to need real life experience or be able to show that you've taken considerable time and effort to learn the basics.
Of course, once under consideration to become Mine, I would train you to suit My specific needs. But it's the difference between training runners for a marathon who have only done a 5k vs trying to train people who can barely walk a mile.
Sirstrict71 I'm bewildered by the lack of communication
I've noticed many submissives on this site say things like "get in touch", "happy to chat", and "want to learn.." However, many do not even reply.
I teach my subs to be open and honest, and that communication is very important in this lifestyle. If for whatever reason a sub thinks I am not what they are looking for, I'd at least expect a reply even just to say, "sorry you're too far from me", or "I'm looking for someone a little younger" etc.
I think that it's still good to chat to different people even if there's no intention to meet or take it further. Especially subs that are new to the scene, surely the more people you talk to, the better informed you'll be, and therefore be able to make better choices when finding a suitable Dom. Obviously I wouldn't expect immediate replies but having a chat and then being ghosted is extremely disrespectful in my opinion, it's not a good start in any potential bdsm relationship. I am sure many Doms or indeed subs, would appreciate feedback of any kind. Sometimes I think that the sub see ONE thing they don't like on my profile and immediately think "no thanks", without even discussing anything.
Also, I think some 'subs' don't really know what being a sub entails, I am a very fastidious Dom, I try to train my subs to the best of my ability and expect my sub to be committed to her role. I think some subs just like the fantasy of it all but aren't willing to commit. When I'm selecting a suitable sub, I always have a day session with her first, give her a taste of my methods and explain how she should behave and what is expected of her. There is no commitment either way until after that initial session.
That's the end of my little rant.
SlutSnuggleButt It's been quite a while since James (my husband) left me. The house feels emptier, and there's a silence that I can't seem to fill. I miss his laughter, his warmth, the way his eyes sparkled when he smiled at me. I miss the way he held me, the security and comfort I felt in his arms. I miss him, and it hurts.
But more than that, I miss the bond we shared, the profound connection we had through our shared love for BDSM. I miss the way he'd look at me, full of trust and love, right before we began a scene. I miss the anticipation, the rush of adrenaline, the sweet surrender. I miss the feeling of his hands against my soft skin. I miss the way he would reassure me, his words soothing and encouraging, as we explored new sensations and experiences together.
It's strange to admit, but I miss being his submissive. It's a part of me, a part of who I am. With James, I discovered a part of my identity that I didn't even know existed. He showed me that submission wasn't about weakness or being less than. It was about trust, surrender, and a mutual exchange of power. It was about feeling loved, cherished, and cared for.
That's why I've decided to look for a new Dom or perhaps a couple. I need to fill that void in my life, to rediscover the part of me that came alive with James. I want to feel that connection again, to explore and to learn. I want to experience the thrill of a new dynamic, the excitement of setting boundaries and pushing limits.
I understand that no one can replace James, and I am not looking for that. I am looking for someone, or someones, who will understand, respect, and cherish me for who I am, a woman who loves and misses the BDSM lifestyle. I am hoping to find individuals who value communication, consent, and safety as much as I do.
My feelings are raw, my emotions a whirlwind. But amidst the chaos, there's also a glimmer of hope, a spark of excitement. It's not going to be easy, and I know that. But I also know that I'm strong, resilient, and capable. After all, that's what James taught me. That's what he loved about me.
RAWRSUB Lady:
Lady, oh Lady, so elegantly divine,
With grace and kindness that wonderfully shine.
Her presence like a gentle breeze,
Bringing warmth and ease.
Her eyes sparkle with empathy and care,
A heart so deep, willing to share.
She walks with a poise so rare,
A true embodiment of love and flair.
Her laughter rings like a soothing melody,
Bringing joy to all, so effortlessly.
A woman of strength and unwavering grace,
A shining example for the human race.
In her kindness, the world finds solace,
In her elegance, the heart finds its palace.
Lady, oh Lady, a beacon of light,
Guiding all with her radiance so bright.
May her spirit forever inspire,
Kindness and elegance never to tire.
For in her, we see a beauty so true,
Lady, how amazing and kind are you.
Haildale03 Stretchmarks, scars and cellulite
It's a conversation that i've had far too often. "I want to take it off but I have scars", "I hope you don't mind my stretch marks" or what's worse "please don't be disappointed".
I can't and i'm not going to pretend to speak for all men ( I am increasingly realising that there are a large number of us who are unequivocal dick heads) But I can say with confidence that I am not phased in the slightest. By your scars, your stretch marks or any other imperfections.Each one of them is a different aspect of you and possibly even tells a story that explains why you are the incredible person you are.
My favourite thing to do on a play date is you standing in front of me so I can enjoy and explore every inch of you.
RavenMoonSiren Desire part 3
I slapped his erection and asked, "do you belong to me?"
"Ehn" he nodded, the veins in his arms standing out as he tensed and raised his hips again nodding as best he could.
I squeezed his erection roughly. Scooting my body backward and hovering over it.
"Do you want to be inside of me?"
He made a strangled noise and thrust up in my grasp. I slammed down on him. Filling myself. Fucking myself with him as if he were just a living dildo. He moaned under his hood. A faceless man. An object. A dog.
Not allowed to cum unless I used the command word. The special word. One I won't write here.
I moaned and rode him leaning back and grinding so that his pubic hair tickled my clit, then leaning forward to press the sensitive bud into his pubic bone. I could feel myself clenching around him and dripping, soaking us both as I drew closer to my orgasm.
"Please. your. Empress," I hissed, "hold your breath for me." I pressed my hands over his mouth and nose in his hood and rode him harder, my ass and thighs clapping against his thighs. And for 40 seconds he seemed to be calm but then he began to buck, fighting for air as he neared a minute without, his heart beat furiously in his chest, visibly so, and his bucking slowed, I felt myself there at the edge of my orgasm, I let him have air and released his bound arms. Tired from restriction he reached out slowly and grabbed my thighs and hips and thrust up into me furiously as I cried out in pleasure. Dripping around him as my pussy sucked and twitched and clenched around him.
Obediently he didn't cum.
Once I finished he put his hands back beside his head so that I could bind him again. He lay there still. His dick still deep inside of me. His heart still racing as his chest rose and fell.
I climbed off of him and stumbled towards the door as he lay there on the floor. I gave him one final look and said, "good night, my pet", before I clicked off the light, left the room, and locked the door. Leaving him there on the floor, tied in his hood, bound, naked, alone, erect and frustrated in the dark. While I, well fucked and satisfied, returned to my bed and my book.
quietD I was logging in the other day when I spotted a random profile, where the owner was bragging he'd had a profile on here for some 11 years, I nearly said something to him as to however long you've had a profile on here doesn't make you a better Dom, anyway my seventeen years trumps his eleven.
I'm sixty five in a few day's time, the first thought that enters my mind most mornings is "How the hell did that happen"I've spent many years looking for my miss right I guess if I've not found her by now the chances are I'm not going too.
I spent far too many years fighting to stay alive I guess I just missed out on life, but I can't say I've been unhappy I've just never really known the joy of finding a partner, there was a few attempts but nothing that lasted for long, I did have a live in sub for a few years but she turned out to be violent and on one occasion managed to put me in hospital.
It's said what one has never had one will never miss, I really don't know how true that is.
LadyEnchantress I had a conversation with a friend. He reminded Me how powerfully dominant I am. Also that most boys cannot handle what I offer. i asked him who he thought would be right for Me. I was amazed he captured him purrfectly. I am looking for someone at least 50 and up, athletic, handsome, intelligent, needs someone like Me. He will have his life together and can give us a happy life. All he needs is Me, after all I am a rare find. My Friends description is below:
I dont see you interested in someone thats a wimp
You want an Alpha to give himself to you, and do so completely He will only do that with YOU, not anyone elseYou want him to freely hand over his mind, orgasms, and serve your EVERY whimIn public he will simply appear to be the most doting mate on the planet, bit mentally he will be completely enslaved to you. You both love it this way and wouldnt want it any other way
NYCDom4polysubs
The Democratic Dom: While it might sound like an oxymoron this Dominant is one who controls by agreement. Limitations, conditions, safe words, and times & places are all agreed upon beforehand and strictly adhered to. Discussions between the Dom and sub are the norm and written contracts are not unheard of.
Punishment is both a training tool and very often a reward. It is dispensed by the Dom to achieve or reinforce a certain behavior in his sub and at the same time as a pleasurable (sexual) stimulation for the sub. While both punishment and reward may be two distinct areas in the relationship, many times the lines .
Submissives who are attracted to these situations are those who want the same agreed condition and especially the limitations. They can be called feisty, bad little girls, spoiled, hard to tame, because they like to challenge the limits and/or rules. Or because they have certain fears.
This can be a game area where fun supersedes the Dominant/submissive operative. The Dominant and submissive like the actual and varied activities and enjoy each other when participating in them. In many cases the submissive does not actually want to surrender but likes playing as if she does.
These relationships seem to be less long term, as this is the area where “thrill seekers” usually reside. Many like this type of situation since it is a convenient and safe way to play with D/s. It is fun and it makes it easy to feel like they are indeed practicing D/s. These same people while enjoying D/s related scenes are not as into the emotional side of dominance and submission as are others.
On the other hand this type also serves a very good purpose, acting as a safe passage into other variations of D/s, or for learning, especially among those who are doing this for the first time with someone new, or they are trying it for the first time ever. After some experience is gained in D/s activities these people begin to learn the “rules of the road”, so to speak. Sometimes leading to a more intimate and stronger D/s relationship.
KneelAndCry2 I take pleasure in the details others miss. The subtle shifts in posture, the way hesitation creeps into speech, the quiet tremor in anticipation—these are my playgrounds. I am not loud; I am deliberate. Each command, each touch, each calculated pause is designed to bend will and sharpen obedience.
Sadism is my craft. I derive satisfaction from controlled discomfort, from the tension that builds when anticipation meets consequence. My discipline is precise; my rewards, rare but unforgettable. Those under my guidance learn quickly that pleasure and pain are entwined, that obedience earns more than praise—it earns my approval, my attention, my game.
I do not need to dominate every moment to dominate fully. Silence, observation, and a single deliberate action carry more weight than chaos ever could. My presence alone is authority, my judgment absolute. I seek those who crave structure, who understand that submission is a gift to be earned, not assumed.
If you are willing to surrender, to test your limits under watchful eyes, you may find yourself shaped by hands and mind that do not falter, and you may discover how deep obedience can go.
Bikinisub The Whip
The single tail was never my impact play item of choice. In fact, I was afraid of it. In Texas there are a lot of whip enthusiasts. There are vanilla groups in Texas for people who are interested in using one. For bdsm practitioners the use of a whip for scene play is rarely used. That doesn't stop people from cracking a whip in the dungeon. Eventually I learned to love being whipped but it wasn't easy.
Some dungeons prohibit single tails. They're loud and intimidating. Just hearing that familiar sound (my lame attempt at describing the sound) wu-tish!! was enough to turn heads. Some didn't like the distraction of it during play at the dungeon so in some cases it wasn't allowed.
In the beginning, most of my impact play involved floggers, canes, crops and other similar things. My Domme however was very interested in using a whip and connected with other dominants who had experience with single tails. After we scenes She would seek out someone with a whip and practiced with it.
As her sub, it was fascinating to watch her try to crack the whip. I wanted to please her so I agreed to stand by with my hands over my face as the whip would lightly wrap around me over and over.
I want to whip you while you're suspended she said.
Okay but I'm very afraid I replied. I'll try it as long as I wear a mask and leather thong.
A friend of mine sold me a mask. It was made of stiff thick leather. It didn't cover my head but it covered my face and ears. It was so cool looking! The thong was easier to get. I found a side tie one at a leather shop in town. I also wore a leather collar to protect my neck. I was ready. Bring it on I thought to myself.
In the beginning I would be cuffed to a spreader bar with my arms overhead. My Domme bought a 4ft whip which we used for practice. After a few sessions we didn't like the damage it caused. It was very painful. I hated it. We later learned that shorter whips cause the most pain.
We bought a 6 foot whip and practiced with that for awhile. Finally we bought an 8 foot whip. My Domme could now stand far away and whip me like a pro. Both of us were amazed at the performance of a long whip. She learned to throw it around me and got that Wu-tish!! sound Everytime.
We went to our favorite dungeon and did a scene with the whip. This time I was suspended and wearing all of the protective gear I bought. I was hoisted up and whipped. She took long pauses between lashes. Every lash has purpose. She wanted evenly spaced marks. I wore those marks proudly and the scene caused quite a stir.
Dominants like to push limits and subs often don't think they can say no. In my case, I agreed to be whipped while suspended because I was now confident if her ability and I felt safe. We were refining our scene. Little did we know but we were about to make a huge impression on the Texas scene.
Next up: The Gift.
TotalOwnerforslave Gratitude and Adoration
slave needs to Iive in a world of gratitude and adoration. The more it emphasizes those two mental attributes, the happier it will be accepting its true slave self.
My training will help it develop these two alternate mental states, slave.
commited12u A good mantra for a submissive to live by...
A submissive’s life is to be in service as required and of service however desired and solely for their Dominant and Owners pleasure amusement and comfort.
A submissive’s function should be to strive to be a completely willing and capable of serving for the constant enhancement of the Dominant and Owner's daily life and pleasure in every way possible and on a continuous basis with absolute obedience, commitment and dedication.
A submissive understands that the decisions and rules of the Dominant are to be accepted and followed without hesitation or conflict at all times regardless of personal feelings or conflict.
A submissive understands and willingly accepts that it needs its Dominant’s control, use, discipline and punishment as deemed fit at anytime.
A submissive needs to accept that it's Dominants and Owner's pleasure, amusement and comfort must be its priority and be all that really matters to the submissive foremost.A submissive understands and accepts that its own pleasure must come from how well it pleases, serves and accepts being used and controlled by it's Dominant and that it may be rewarded if deemed appropriate or pleasurable to its Owner.
angeldmort Something that might be useful to consider -
When you write someone, especially a femme presenting person on here who is probably drowning in crap emails,
and you say any variation of "love your profile" or "I read your profile" -
we can look at Who's Viewing Me? with just a simple click of the mouse, to SEE if you actually read that profile. If your name isn't there, then we know without any further effort that you are
1) a liar who will say whatever they think will get their dick wet
and
2) lazy. You couldn't even put in the 3 to 5 minute effort to read and find out who we are before lying.
Add in that most of us put something in the profile to sort out the time wasters, like a code word or request. That way we can see at a glance, often without even opening the email and just hovering our mouse over it, if the email has that code word or request honored.
Which means only people (guys) that actually make that effort will get read or responded to.
Because I can tell you after nearly 20 years on this site that the guys who don't read your profile NEVER show up. At all. They almost to a man write minimal responses to any reply they get, always about what they want done to them, and they are usualy just wanting free phone sex at most. They are a waste of time and effort, because they aren't here for actual BDSM or any variation thereof.
No one wants to cater to that. Which is why we usually just delete the email without reading further.
If you actually DO want to find a BDSM partner, you need to make that effort, READ that full profile, and figure out if the person behind that pretty picture is actualy compatible with your interests, then write a REAL email to that human being much like if you walked up to them on the street, mentioning whatever code words or requests are in it, and what it was that you offer that they are wanting.
I know its slow and frustrating and a lot of work, but the alternative is being the spammer that everyone deletes automatically.
MistressNikkiVixen I’ve been reflecting on past dynamics—especially the ones that carried intensity, structure, and a deep psychological connection.
And over time, something became clear to me.
Some lost sight of the purpose.
They became more focused on punishment than on presence. More attached to the feeling of correction than to the act of truly serving. The dynamic shifted away from alignment… and into fixation.
And that’s not what I want to cultivate.
Because my role, the way I see it, is not to break men down or leave them in a constant state of need.
It’s to guide. To shape. To bring them into alignment with something greater than themselves.
That’s where my philosophy of Goddess and matriarchy truly lives.
A feminine-centered dynamic, at its highest form, is not about chaos or control for its own sake. It’s about order, intention, and a quiet kind of authority that creates structure others can settle into.
Within that structure, the masculine doesn’t disappear—it finds its place. It becomes supportive, focused, and purposeful.
That’s where devotion becomes meaningful.
Not in desperation. Not in obsession with punishment.
But in awareness.
In learning how to show up consistently.In understanding how to listen, how to respond, how to serve in a way that actually contributes to something whole.
I won’t define what this looks like for everyone.
But for me… it has never been about destruction.
It’s about refinement. Guidance. And creating a space where submission is not just felt—but lived with clarity, balance, and intention.
That is where something truly divine begins to take shape.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
LaddyM
Am I a monster?
by Sintara » Sat Dec 05, 2009 12:21 pm
I am a female sexual sadist. I spend hours on end fantasizing about torturing men. I don't hate men, I love them actually. The more I like them and the more I feel sexually attracted to them the more I want to hurt them. Nothing turns me on more than the whimpering sounds and wincing facial expressions they make or if they cry. I also find myself turned on if I see a guy limping. Its even more exciting to me to see other people who care about them feel sorry for them when they see the injuries they have later. I would love to be able to torture a guy and then send him home to a loved one and get to be a fly on the wall so that I could watch that person feeling bad for them and trying to help them.I obsess over CBT. My fantasies get pretty extreme. I know that there are many sexual sadists out there but I feel like a monster because my fantasies are so extreme. I feel guilty because despite feeling like a monster I also feel a strong desire to find a man who is masochistic enough to allow me to do these things to him. I try not to think about it but I can't stop. I can't get sexually aroused without picturing suffering men in my mind. I collect pictures of injured and tortured men to look at so that later I can have sex with my husband without him knowing how sick I am.I also have a blindness fetish. I would like to find someone who would agree to wear contacts that made them blind so that I could watch them try to make their way around without sight. I would also enjoy hurting them without them being able to see when it was coming. I might make him complete tasks for me blind so I could watch him struggle. With contacts instead of a blindfold I chould still fully see their facial expressions, which are very important to me. Then I would be aroused enough to have sex with them. I would want them to still wear the contacts during sex so I was in complete control.I'm so tortured by all of this because my husband called me a "sexual psychopath" and I have to hide it from him now. It has ruined our sex life. I'm addicted to it and don't know what to do.
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angeldmort I write these for a reason, ya know.
Pages and pages of "this is who I am" and "this is shit you should avoid when approaching a Domme and "this is how to best approach any Domme, and this specifically is how to approach me."
And STILL, I get emails like this last one -
To paraphrase
'Hey, random Domme in X city, I'm gonna be in your town and am looking for a one night stand. Here's a half dozen pics of me naked so you can see my DICK, because I didn't give a shit enough to make any effort to find out who you are before I sent you this copy paste bullshit that I sent every Domme in your city with one short line to suggest I read your profile.'
W.
T.
F.
And we aint talking 'bout some hard body Jason Mamoa lookin dude. We are talking below average at best, saggy and squishy, just like a million other dudes. But he felt it was somehow SUPER important that I would wanna see it. Especially his erection. Cause LAWD knows, a man got nuthin else to show a woman, am I right?
Maybe he actually made a little bit of effort and looked at the pics of my sweetie and thought 'hey, she likes soft squishy guys!' But I really doubt it. Effort would have led him to see my views on dick pics, etc. And he loaded me up with those.
Ahh well. Back to working on the window, and then the costume order, and then maybe some lunch.
Just needed to express my WTELF??????
BlkTXDom2004
As we stand at the threshold between years, there is a natural pause that invites reflection. The closing of 2025 is not merely the turning of a calendar page—it is a moment to breathe, to remember, and to take stock of who we were, what we endured, and how we grew.
2025 was a year that asked much of us.
It was not a year defined by a single event or headline, but by accumulation—of effort, of resilience, of quiet victories and hard lessons. It was a year that reminded us that progress is rarely loud, and strength is often forged in silence.
For many, 2025 began with hope tempered by realism. The world continued to navigate uncertainty—economic shifts, global tensions, evolving technologies, and changing social landscapes. We were asked to adapt yet again, to rethink how we work, how we connect, and how we care for one another. And while adaptation can be exhausting, it is also proof of endurance. We are still here.
This past year reminded us that stability is not guaranteed, but neither is despair. Even in moments of strain, communities showed up. Neighbors helped neighbors. Families reconnected. Friends checked in when it mattered most. In ways both big and small, people chose compassion over indifference—and that choice matters more than we often realize.
2025 also challenged our understanding of time. It moved quickly and slowly all at once. Weeks red together, yet certain moments stand crystal clear: a conversation that changed us, a loss that reshaped us, a success that reminded us of our own capability. These moments form the true record of a year—not the dates, but the meaning we attach to them.
For some, 2025 brought achievement—goals reached, milestones earned, dreams realized after years of effort. For others, it brought disappointment, delay, or grie
DaddyDomFit Don't ask me for my number when we first chat
As a dominant myself, I have often encountered situations where people assume that just because I am dominant, I am always looking for new submissives and will readily share my personal information with anyone who asks. This could not be further from the truth. Being a dominant is not just about controlling and dominating others; it is also about respecting boundaries and building trust with a submissive partner.
When someone asks me for my number or contact information without even getting to know me, it not only shows a lack of respect for boundaries but also highlights a lack of understanding about the dynamics of a dominant-submissive relationship. As a dominant, I take the responsibility of my partner's physical and emotional well-being very seriously, and I cannot fulfill that responsibility with just anyone who asks for my number.
Another reason I am hesitant to give out my personal information to someone I have just met is that it takes time to build trust and establish a connection with a potential partner. BDSM is not just about physical acts; it involves a deep level of trust and understanding between partners. As a dominant, I need to know that my partner understands and respaspects my boundaries, and vice versa. This level of trust and understanding cannot be achieved through a simple exchange of phone numbers.
Moreover, just because I am a dominant does not mean I am always looking for new partners. Like anyone else, I have a life outside of BDSM and have other interests and responsibilities. Asking for my number without getting to know me first shows a lack of regard for my personal life and boundaries.
It is also essential to note that being a dominant does not mean that I am immune to rejection or unwanted advances. Just like anyone else, I have the right to choose who I want to engage with and who I do not. Asking for my number without even getting to know me is not only disrespectful but also puts me in an uncomfortable position.
In conclusion, just because someone identifies as a dominant does not mean they are always on the lookout for new partners or willing to share their personal information with strangers. As with any relationship, trust and mutual understanding take time to develop. So, if you are interested in getting to know a dominant, take the time to build a connection and respect their boundaries. Only then can you expect them to share their personal information with you.
GentleTorturerBack All of these journals that are being written today..
The sound of muffled feigned pleas whisper in the air of the dark room. The only sharp sounds that radiate through the wind is the sound of the combat heels I adorn and the sound of the whip whirling so eagerly close to your skin. With each push of air towards your bare skin, the whimper of fear and pleasure ring out. Fear of the sting, pleasure from thinking you'll get your way and knowing I'll take care of you. Your wrists and knees are going tired from the face down position you're locked into, repositioning your knees causes more wrist flicks from me. Still there isn't any connections yet. Watching sweat bead down your back, my hand slides up the back up your ass cheek, the sweat making the slick material glove to glide so easily. The movement from your jolting was involuntary, you're spared a smacking with the paddle. You're disappointed and starting to get aggravated. Sitting in front of you, straddling the bench you're leaning over, I'm watching you closely, waiting for the whimpering we both know will be happening soon. The denial of physical touch besides once is tipping your aggravation into pure aggression for satisfaction. The cock gag in your mouth is making you drool right between my thighs, causing me to raise a curious eyebrow.
How long can you wait?
littlerabbitgirl The Officer's Seduction
The night had a certain allure, a seductive darkness that seemed to beckon Seraphine Vale as she drove home from work. It was well past midnight, the hour when the world slept, and the roads were nearly deserted. Her shift at the art restoration studio had been particularly grueling, and she longed for the solace of her own bed. Little did she know, this night would offer a different kind of solace, one that would leave her breathless and trembling.
As she navigated the familiar route, her thoughts drifted, contemplating the intricate details of an ancient painting she had been working on. Seraphine's mind was a sanctuary of quiet concentration, her focus unwavering until a sudden flash of blue and red lights snapped her back to reality. She slowed her car to a halt, her heart pounding against her ribcage as she realized she had inadvertently strayed into a speed trap.
The officer who approached her vehicle was a striking figure, his tall, lean frame cloaked in the authoritative uniform of a police officer. It was Lucian Asterian, a man whose reputation preceded him, though not in the typical way of law enforcement. His dark, piercing eyes seemed to see right through her, and his presence was both commanding and unsettling.
"License and registration, please," his voice was deep and clipped, carrying an undertone of authority that sent a shiver down Seraphine's spine. She complied, her hands treming slightly as she handed over the requested documents. Lucian's gaze was intense, almost predatory, as if he was studying her, not just her papers.
"Step out of the car, Miss," he ordered, his voice laced with a hint of something that made Seraphine's stomach flutter. She hesitated, her mind racing with questions, but the command in his eyes left no room for argument. Slowly, she opened the door and stepped onto the deserted road, the cool night air caressing her skin.
Lucian's eyes roamed over her, taking in her slender form, clad in a simple black dress that accentuated her delicate curves. His gaze lingered on her face, noting the stormy gray eyes that seemed to mirror his own intensity. "Hands behind your back," he instructed, his voice now a low, seductive growl.
Seraphine's breath caught in her throat as she felt the cold metal of the handcuffs against her wrists. Lucian's touch was firm, his fingers grazing her skin as he secured the cuffs, sending a jolt of awareness through her body. She stood there, vulnerable and exposed, as he circled her, his eyes raking over her like a physical caress.
"What's a beautiful woman like you doing out here at this hour?" he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. Seraphine shivered, her body betraying her as she leaned into his touch. Lucian's hand slid down her arm, his fingers entwining with hers, and for a moment, she felt the warmth of his palm against her skin.
Then, without warning, he spun her around, pressing her body against the hood of her car. The cold metal was a stark contrast to the heat emanating from Lucian's body. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot and intoxicating. "You're a naughty girl, breaking the rules," he whispered, his voice a husky purr.
Seraphine's heart was racing, her body responding to his words, to the dominance in his tone. She felt a rush of wetness between her thighs as he ran his hands up her sides, his fingers kneading her soft flesh. He squeezed her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You like being touched, being taken right here on the side of the road." His words were a taunt, a challenge, and Seraphine couldn't deny the truth in them. She nodded, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her.
Lucian's hands moved lower, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of her dress, tracing the lace of her panties. He teased her, his touch light and teasing, making her ache for more. With a swift motion, he tore her panties away, leaving her exposed and wanting.
"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "I want..."
Lucian didn't let her finish. Instead, he gripped her hips, pulling her back against his hard length. She could feel his erection, straining against his uniform, as he positioned himself at her entrance. Without warning, he thrust forward, claiming her in one swift, brutal stroke.
Seraphine cried out, her body arching as he filled her, not with the gentleness she had anticipated, but with a rough, primal urgency. He pounded into her, his hips slamming against her buttocks, his hands gripping her hips tightly, leaving marks on her skin. The pain was exquisite, blending with the pleasure until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
"You're so tight," he grunted, his breath hot against her neck. "So fucking wet." His words were crude, but they only served to heighten her arousal. She wanted to be used, to be taken by this man, in this moment, in the most primal way possible.
Lucian's rhythm was relentless, his body a powerful force driving into hers. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, and began to rub in time with his thrusts. Seraphine's world narrowed to the sensations he was eliciting, the feel of his cock buried deep within her, the roughness of his fingers against her sensitive flesh.
"Cum for me," he demanded, his voice a harsh command. "Let me feel it, you beautiful bitch."
His words were like a trigger, and Seraphine's orgasm exploded through her, rippling waves of pleasure that left her gasping and trembling. She cried out, her body convulsing around him, her juices flowing freely as she climaxed. Lucian's own release followed swiftly, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself deep inside her, his hot seed filling her ass.
They stood there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of their passion. Lucian's hands released her hips, and he stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers. Seraphine felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, there was a sense of power in her surrender.
He reached down, uncuffing her hands, and then, without a word, he adjusted his uniform, the bulge in his pants a testament to their encounter. Seraphine watched, her body still humming with pleasure, as he walked back to his patrol car.
As she slid back into the driver's seat, her dress in disarray and her body throbbing, she realized the detour had been more than just a chance encounter. It was a night that would forever be etched in her memory, a night where she had been taken, possessed, and left wanting more. As she drove away, the road ahead seemed brighter, as if the darkness had illuminated a new path, one that led straight to Lucian's door.
blkbitchincharge Embracing my slumber, I feel as though I'm in a dream
The softness of your caress, has me feeling so serene
I want to open my eyes to make sure you are real
I will not venture, because I don't want to interrupt what I feel
The moisture begins to flow as my body loses control
You have me at this point and I will never say no
Relaxation and anxiety are about to collide
Multi orgasmic pleasure, I will never hide
WOW!
SheaSaidSo Outcomes over urgency.
When the roles change, so do the rules. Old paths seem to have a way of reopening because timing is always tactical...
What's understood doesn't need explanation.
VixenCherry You know what I’ve noticed? A lot of you want to be owned—but none of you want to earn it. You slide into my inbox like you’ve already been claimed, like we’ve built something, like I even know your favorite color or what your voice sounds like when you’re trying not to moan. Spoiler: I don’t. It’s always the same—some lazy “hey gorgeous,” followed by a picture of your dick like it’s a résumé. You call it confidence; I call it laziness with bad lighting. You don’t build devotion through shock value. You build it through discipline, consistency, and showing up without needing to be begged for it. You want intimacy? You want that mind-melting, breath-stealing connection you fantasize about when your hand’s between your legs? Then stop treating Me like a vending machine for your kinks. You don’t insert your fetish and press D for Domme—that’s not how this works.
You think you’re ready to be used, but you can’t even send a respectful message. You think I’ll give you access to My energy just because you find Me attractive? Cute. You’re aroused—and that’s supposed to be My problem? Flattery doesn’t earn you obedience. Desire doesn’t earn you access. And your dick definitely doesn’t earn you attention. You say you crave to serve, to please, to surrender—but you don’t understand that real submission requires something from you. Time. Effort. Patience. . Always sacrifice. You want to be worship? Earn the privilege. You want Me to care what you crave? Show Me why I should. Otherwise, you’re just another noise in the crowd—nameless, forgettable, replaceable. Because when you finally understand how to build intimacy, that’s when the real reward comes. That’s when a Domme looks at you and thinks, “Yes. He’s worth My time.” That’s when your devotion becomes currency—and it starts buying you experiences no instant message ever will.
Until then, keep your dick pics, your “hey sexy,” and your entitled fantasies. You haven’t earned the
Draconus35 Many people love the fantasy of Dominance. The commanding presence and the control. The title of Master just drips with power and for many, the image it conjures is one of unquestioned authority, luxury and being served hand and foot. Maybe for some it is, I know I definitely have that life most days. But here’s the truth most don’t talk about, being a Master isn’t just about being the king of the house, it’s about being the rock. The standard. The one who leads with clarity, compassion and an unshakable sense of duty. It is the responsibility of a Master to do the best for those in your charge. This is your cautionary tale, because once you accept the role of Master, you don’t just gain power, you take on the weight of someone else’s trust. Their safety. Their submission. And if you can’t honor that, you have no business calling yourself Master at all.
MsPam4u No one stays around for long. This is the famous words, I hear: "I don't think I can relocate after all, have lived here all my life" "I need some space to clear my head, it's not you, I am just so confused" "I can't get you out of my head, I tried by not talking to you and it just made me want to talk to you more, I just want to be with you, but I am so confused,"
And in all of this?? "It's NOT you!" What else am I suppose to think?
BOYS have your ducks in a row, BEFORE a Mistress spends time directing you, with her words and stories, to begin the molding of your spirit to her will. That is just a small example of what I have gotten. This is also why a Mistress usually talks to several boys at the same time.
HouseofG Slaves, I want you to hear the lesson of O. Many outside our walls see her story as nothing more than chains and cruelty. But those who look deeper understand: O’s journey is about love, devotion, and the freedom found in surrender.
O was not forced into her role. She chose it. She chose to give herself, body and soul, as a gift. In that choice, she discovered a truth most people never will—that once you give everything, nothing can be taken from you. Fear has no power over a woman who has already surrendered all that she is.
In her devotion, O found peace. No longer torn between the noise of society and the endless burden of decision, she embraced clarity. She was no longer scattered or divided. She was whole, because she knew her place and her purpose: to serve.
This is what I want you to understand in this House. Your surrender is not weakness. It is not loss. It is strength, because you choose it. You choose to hand me the responsibility of your life and to trust in my guidance. That trust is not small—it is the foundation of who we are together.
Symbols matter in this. O wore her ring and her brand, not as decorations, but as declarations: I belong. I am his. When you wear my collar, it carries the same weight. It is not a piece of metal or leather. It is your vow and your truth. It is the mark that says to the world: I serve Master G, and in that service, I am complete.
This lesson is even more important in a House with more than one slave. Just as O learned to give herself first to René, then to Sir Stephen, so too must each of you learn to see beyond your own pride or fear. Service does not weaken when it is shared—it becomes stronger. Devotion to me binds you together. If you fight one another, you weaken the chain. If you stand as one in obedience, you strengthen this House.
The world outside is full of choices, distractions, and chaos. Here, in this House, there is order. Here, you find peace through service. Here, you are free—not free to do as you please, but free to become who you truly are.
Remember O’s lesson: by giving all, she became whole. By surrendering, she found herself. And so will you, if you embrace your place with obedience, humility, and devotion.
—Master G
CosmicCunt LOL Some of ya'll are just pulling My leg now...
..."Another one gone, another one gone, another one bites the dust...yeah"
I'm learning to embrace this process. No doubt other dominants will agree, this 'finding' process hones you to a fine instrument of decisiveness and determination and deliverance.
One unfortunate aspect, at least in My experience, is that the nincompoops flood ones bloody inbox with so much wasting of time that they bury the sincere inquiries. Oh well, THANK God I have some hopefulls in the wings. Let's say a prayer they fly true and straight!
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I've been wanting to say a word to all the dominant and submissive men I've had the pleasure of speaking with here who are or who have been caregivers (admitely I don't often speak with women caregivers). The amount of you who have cared for mothers and wives, Mistresses and sisters, daughters, grandmothers, aunts and on... You have surprised Me with your care and your strength, inturn sharing your strength with Me and adding to My own convictions and care. THANK YOU for all that you do! You all are true gems and what would the world be like if not for the men who care for us? For those of you whose loves have passed on, My heart goes out to you as you journey foward after the battle you have endured. May you find peace and kindness and mutual hearts to heal after the storm. For those of you who continue on as I do, nurturing those whom we love and care for, may you find the strength to continue giving your grace and goodness. I hold a tender place in My heart for those who give of theirself and I pray for us all ways. May God bless you and keep you and those whom you love, in grace. You are not alone and you are loved.
SirRahvin If you're not within 60 miles of me and don't have "willing to relocate" in your profile", then I'm not going to message you. I completely understand and respect that inability\unwillingness to move. I'm not going to bother you if I think you're too far away.
That being said. If you are far away and are open to finding someone and possibly traveling to see them, please either put that in your profile or message me first.
I was recently accused by someone on here that this kind of mentality of not wanting to bother folks wasn't "real alpha behavior". Yes. Thank you. I have no wish to be a part of that kind of bullshit and bad science. Six Sigma is a business process, not a lifestyle philosophy. I will respect you until I own you, then I will respect your value even more, but in a violently sadistic manner. If I never own you, then I'll continue to give you respect until you do something to lose it. That’s just decency.
Greyone More and more, I'm seeing females talking about wanting to go back to a '50's household. Usually, they are over 30, having failed to get the free ride our society says is owed them. Typical. Things are getting rough. And instead of taking responsibility for their actions or in-actions, they want to "re-negotiate" and go back to a time where they can just stay home while their husband works 60+ hours to pay for everything, including a maid to come in and do all the cleaning, because she's above all that. Which will allow them to complain about their husbands never being home to give them an excuse to cheat on them with the whomever. And then divorce them, taking half plus alimony. So no. No man should even consider that. You want a "50's" relationship? Sure. 50 BC, Roman Republic time. You want what we got, including protection from what's right around the corner according to most pundits right now? Prove your worth to us. I'm not negotiating.
angeldmort Why we aren't drowning in playmates.
Playmate/ submissive playtoy - someone we like enough to interact with, who either comes to provide service, or kink, or some combination of both.
I was asked how often I get this.
Someone else asked "where are the success stories?" Why I have so many stories about the failures.
If we have a fun playmate, that's private, unless they are comfortable having their kinky fun splayed all over the net.
I post about the failures, usually in my group, to help future readers figure out what NOT to do. What my limits are and why, and ideally how to avoid fucking up with Dommes in their own searches.
Now, the first question - how often? Seldom.
And here's why -
We have spent a lot of time working on ourselves on many levels for many years, to become better, mentally/emotionally/spiritually healthier human beings in general, which unfortunately has the problematic side effect of causing one to have a lower tolerance for people who haven't done that work. And as was said in Star Trek Next Generation - "the higher, the fewer."
The more you level yourself up, the higher the standards you try to live by, the better the human being you try to be, the fewer people you will be able to be around. The fewer people will be tolerable. The fewer people will be able to understand you when you talk about anything more than the weather.
The more you work on yourself, the more alone you will be.
Then again, the more you work on yourself, the more you will like your own company, and the more you will prefer being alone to being with the wrong people.
People who aren't automatically honest, who don't work toward direct, open communication as the default, people who don't make every effort to say only what they mean, and stick to what they do say, people who don't self-analyze and self-correct and so on. People who can't or won't set healthy boundaries. And so on.
All of these things create practical problems, (lying, STDs, flaking, anger issues, failure to respect limits or requirements, etc) as well as emotional stress. All of these things impact consent, safety, and trust.
All of these things are solely under the control of the individual, and while we can set the boundary that we won't engage in interactions with them unless they commit to them, the average person isn't actually interested in or concerned with being a better person beyond lip service, or even to getting their kink on enough to make the work worth it for them, even if it would make their entire lives better in the long run.
It's almost impossible to have real conversation with people like that, too. We just don't seem to speak the same language anymore, and we get people telling us how we are "taking (ourselves) too seriously" or accusing us of being stuck up and putting on airs. The reality is that we just don't want to deal with the problems that dysfunctional people bring with them anymore. And if we never find another really awesome people to play with because of that, we still come out ahead, because we won't have trash people fucking up our lives.
Not to put too fine a point on it.
masterpadrone I always find female dominatrix BDSM boring....
Well, to be honest, I find female dominatrix BDSM boring. I mean, don't get me wrong, I can see why some people might enjoy it(not me), but it's just not my thing even to talk or suggest. For one, for what I can see and feel very repetitive against males and paranoid .we males especially straight heterosexual are target by other genders as maniacs, perverts and worse not trustable which i always find very offensive even if there are many idiots doesn't mean we all the same but further more is the attitude of others gender want hunting down straight heterosexual males;in my life i never done anything not consensual . It's like everyone is following a predetermined set of rules towards males just to get credentials and reputations , which doesn't leave a lot of room for creativity or spontaneity.
Another thing that turns me off is the extreme nature of want to show their supremacy (when, how and with who) .
Overall, I think it's important for everyone to figure out what they like and what they don't like in their BDSM experiences.
Furthermore, I think that the stigma around male sexuality and the perception of men as potential perpetrators of sexual violence is untrue as not everybody are! As a straight heterosexual male, I feel that I am often unfairly targeted as a potential maniac or pervert, which I find offensive. The idea that there is a generation of women who want to hunt down straight heterosexual males is deeply offended me, especially as I have never engaged in any non-consensual behaviour in my life.
OneOldSoul I have an exercise I've used on people over the years. Its funny my biggest success story with this was a subs guy who really wasn't sub. This got him in touch with himself. And it turns out he was Dominant.
Lesson 2
This can be a little tough to maintain. Remember if this was real life breaking position would get you disciplined.
This position is commonly called Nadu.
Now for the 15 minutes I want you to look at the girl in the mirror. Notice how she sits, how she squirms as you look at her. How she Flushes under your gaze.
And then think about how you feel in position as ordered, how you feel to be gazed upon, how you look.
When the timer expires organize your thoughts and then put it down in a 750 word essay. Really think as you write and be honest to yourself.
When your done I would have you send it to me so we can discuss how you see yourself vs how i see you. But your not mine so put this in a safe place you'll be reading it later.
LRF69 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.
Bikinisub The Gift Pt ending
About a month later my Domme tells me that we've been invited to the Doms house in Austin. We were going to party on 6th Street first and get some playtime that evening. Bet!
So the four of us are in their living room and talking. The two dominants were chatting and I chatted with the sub. She asked me. Do you want to do a scene? Yes I said. Would you like to watch me being tortured? With a big smile on her face she said Yes!
We head out to their garage which cleared out and had plenty of room. They had bought a chain hoist and set it up for a whipping scene. (Another custom torture chamber built for me? Yes please!)
I stripped down to my black string bikini bottom and started putting on my cuffs. Meanwhile, the other couple was moving a couch around so it was placed in front of the area I was going to be whipped. I was attached to a spreader bar and hoisted up into the air. The other couple sat in the couch to watch. I was a little concerned because I wasn't told to wear any of my safety gear. It didn't matter I was ready for anything.
My Domme attached chains to my ankles so that I was spread wide and facing the other couple. She stood behind me with her long black single tail and began to whip me.
That familiar sound we all know rang out in the empty space. Wu-tish! Wu tish! Each lash left a bright red mark on my skin. The strokes were deliberate and paced. Between strokes I looked at the couch to see their reaction. The Dom was now laying flat on his back and his sub was on top of him and they were fucking each other while watching me being whipped. She's riding him hard.
This blew my mind. Usually, during a whipping scene I'm trying to concentrate on my breathing and ignoring the pain in my wrists and body. Being whipped while hanging is another welcome distraction so to speak. I try to anticipate every lash by tensing my belly. I want to last as long as I can. So my brain doesn't know which thing to concentrate on which makes the scene last longer. Watching an older Dom fuck his sub during my scene I suddenly thought, I hope he comes! Otherwise I'm going to be here a long time.
My Domme is aware of all this. She's not only watching me but also then. If she stops, he might not cum. So she's pacing things out in sync with their fucking.
After awhile I hear him yell out, Aaahh! He's cumming inside her. She's grinding him out, milking every last drop. The whipping stops and my suspended and whipped body hangs limply in the chains.
My Domme stands in front of me and says, Stay her we'll be right back. (As if I had anywhere to go). Then the three of them go back inside the house. After a minute or two the sub comes back out and stands in front of me. She says, I'm supposed to get you down. She hesitates. Can I stretch you a little bit first? I nod my head yes. She starts pulling the chain and stretches me.
I wince but I don't complain. She licks my stomach and rubs her hands all over my stretched body. I can feel her warm hands go over my whip marks and it feels good. I moan in pleasure. She then lowers me down. It's all over.
The next morning we're all in the kitchen. Nobody is saying a word. It's like nothing happened. What goes on in Austin stays in Austin I think. We're still good friends to this day.
Next up: The Show
SkinnyElf Received a suspicious email on Fetlife from a supposed dominant. While this kind of thing is a regular occurrence, I could not find this exact text online, so here is the original message in full. Hope it helps someone to avoid being scammed...
- I am Mistress Taylor, I moved recently to London. I have been visiting before now but recently had a job transfer and this time I am sure of staying around here for at least 4 years. so I need a submissive partner who is close and can be pleasing, obedient and able to make me achieve my dominant erotic desires. I strongly believed that females are superior. That is why I am not asking you to serve me, it is your duty as a male to serve me and do so with your total devotion. I have a dominant nature that wouldn't go away so looking for a submissive to enslave is only logical. It would be interesting to have a discrete Mistress/slave relationship with you but it is not as easy as you simply wanting something and then getting it. If you are available to be owned and controlled by me and also able to meet with me soon to start your training send me your email and I will send questions that I have for you and some photos. We can continue to communicate from there too. Mistress Taylor.
I responded giving a junk email, to which I rapidly received this follow-up email, accompanied by photos which do not match up with their Fetlife profile photo... Note the very unlikely push towards real-life meetings, and the unusual emphasis on a speedy reply including phone number and incriminating photos...
I am hoping we can arrange a meeting soon but only if I feel that you are serious and passionate about serving me real time. I am not interested in giving online training but to meet and be served.
Anyways I am in London for a long time and willing to meet for erotic and kinky times if I find that we share similar desires and kinks. Adore my photos and you should send me photos of yourself as well no matter how slutty or kinky. For now you should answer my questions as quickly and honestly as you can.
1. Do you believe in female superiority?
2. What is your phone number and can you text with it?
3. Are you willing to be collared and owned for the sake of my pleasures only?
4. Why do you want to be a slave instead of a normal partner?
5. Do you like to dress in a certain way while serving your Mistress?
6. Do you have experience in serving a Mistress as her slave?
7. What do you do for a living?
8. Can You listen and follow directions?
9. Do you have any major fantasies that you’d like to explore?
10. What are your limits?
Finally, I need you to place a number from 0-10 near each "item" on this list of bdsm activities to rate your interest in it with regards to serving as my slave. 10 is the highest rating. If you have no knowledge about the activity then simply write "NK". I hope with these I can be more open to accepting you.
Chastity / Strapon / Pain (etc etc)
A couple of emails later, the nature of the scam was revealed...
I can meet you on a weekday or weekend but as far as a first meeting is concerned, I have a fetish of meeting in a bdsm facility for the first meeting with my slave. It gives me a proper avenue to orientate and train my slave. I know a place that gave me the thrill of proper domination. I used one of their rooms the last time I was in this area. Let me know if you wish to meet in this place and you could book us a day or two there.
commited12u
Pain or Punishment
Masochists ask for pain for pains sake & need
...but punishment is something different.
Punishment is not meant to please it is a means to correct, to re-aline, to educate, to change a behaviour.
Punishment means you are going to suffer physically or mentally or even both.
There will be no fun or excitement in punishment but it likely to be very memorable.
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