1/30/2014 6:23:52 PM: I have to wonder lately if slave/sub/submissive translate to someone lacking common sense. In the last 4 months, I've chatted with two men on this site, who insisted on what I would call unsafe behaviour. One would only meet for the first time if I came to his home so I could be 'inspected' as property. Of course with the reassurance this was not about sex. I was less concerned about having sex as I was of ending up in a body bag at the city morgue. Nothing he had said made me think he was a serial killer, but it's still not a wise move to put ones self in that kind of danger. My theory on safe calls is that they only serve the purpose to tell the police where to find the body. We never did meet. The second had issues with me insisting on having safe sex. As a Dom he should be allowed to use his property as he sees fit.... Sure.... But right off the bat? Fluid bonding comes with trust and time, not with a first meeting. How many times does a first meeting turn into a one night stand? My guess a high enough rate that your doctor would start to question why your looking fir std screening every month, Maybe I am not submissive or slave after all.... Since I insist on my personal healthy and safety.

11/2/2013 5:31:22 AM: I'm finding the search fustrating.  It seems hard to find those that truly embrace the property aspect of this life style.   it takes time to build a fully trusting relationship with someone, a quick email is not enough.  I've gotten a lot of emails offering me cash to use me.  I'm not a whore, I'm not looking for money.  I need that relationship that lets you know your precious property.  Something to use and receive pleasure from something but still important enough to ensure it's not broken.  What good is a broken toy?      

7/13/2013 6:40:12 AM: Back to the drawling board again!

3/23/2013 7:38:40 AM: Two weeks of text, but W. is expected to be back sometime this coming week.  I don't know for sure if we are meeting or not.  He hasn't mentioned it, even though I have hinted a couple of times.  We did have a conversation after our last meeting, about how I was trained to please cock.  He asked if I was comfortable with him, I replied yes :).  I was told out right that the next time we meet, I will be sucking His cock. No if and or buts.  My only reply was at this point, He has access to my body to use as he likes.  For two weeks all I have been able to think about is once again being able to used as a slut.  He still isn't sure He will fuck my cunt.  He truely enjoys the fact its been kept empty so long... so it may continue to be empty for a while longer. I have two tasks for the weekend, to help me get into the proper mind set.  I'm going to purchase a For sale sign, or a for rent sign, and hang if from my tits and post a picture.  He wants me to get back in the mind set that i am property to be used as a man sees fit (Him or someone else). Second I am to go topless at home all weekend and let my 'big tits, hang freely' as he put it.  The next time we meet they will definately be on display and avaiable for slapping and abusing.  He commented that one day they may even be milked.  Let's just say my cunt has been dripping wet ever since.

3/10/2013 12:13:45 PM:   After three weeks of emails, text and late night phone chats.... it was finally time to meet. W. was back in Toronto for a few days. Thursday night we decided to meet for a coffee. It was a bit rocky making it happen. Timing changing, but eventually I was sitting at Tim Horton's accros from the complete strangers I had masturbated on the phone with. I'm always nervous meeting someone from online the first time. Especially a Dom because by the time you are ready to meet, you have detailed all your sexual desires and details to them. You never know if they are going to be a normal person, or a douche who thinks that he can command you to strip in the middle of the coffee shop. I wasn't disappointed. We arrived at the same time. I grabbed a table while he got us coffee ( Note to any man reading this.... always buy the girl's drink.. its a nice touch... and if they don't it usually mean the first x from me). We talked for a couple of hours. If I didn't have to go to work in the morning, and He had a long drive ahead of him, I think we could have spent all night there. We decided to meet for dinner the next night. So flash forward to Friday night. I left work early to make sure I had time to get ready. I also needed to find a top that was tucked away somewhere in a dresser drawer. I have this great top that is very tight and ties behind the neck. It pushes my boobs up so high and holds them there that I don't need a bra. The deal was, if I felt comfortable enough to wear the top, it means He had the go ahead to get a good feel of my tits. Its been a while.. and the top was a bit snug that if I moved... my tits fell out on their own. Not exactly appropriate for the game of miniuture golf we were going to play after diner. I won't bore anyone with the details of diner, making me blush as bright red as the top I wore. Or the sexual comments during miniature golf of me always picking up the balls from the hole. I will comment on... that fact he graciously beat me in miniature golf. I don't think he was even trying actually and I was! So after we were done, we decided it was time for coffee. (I certainly wasn't ready to call it a night at 11 pm). So we jump in his car, drive through Tim Horton's then parked next to my car back at the mall. It was nice to be able to talk in person without the fear of someone over hearing. During one of our phone conversations I had asked about His cock. (why not.. guys ask about my boobs all the time). I was told, if I wanted to know about it, when we meant I could slide my hand down his pants. So that's what I did. Well not down at first, just grabbed his crotch. Its awkward while sitting in a car :). Let's say my hand finally did make it under his jeans. I had mentioned why I didn't have the other top with me. So he decided that still meant he had the green light to have a feel. The feel, became my tits pulled out of my top and bra and on display for the security patrol that kept walking by! I was again as red as my top. It was late, now, well after 1 am. He was leaving again in the morning for another trip so it was time to say good night. I was strongly encouraged (but not forced) to drive home with my tits still on display. That is exactly what I did. The top didn't get put back in place until I pulled into my condo parking lot. I'm looking forward to what transpires in the 2.5 weeks till he comes back into Toronto again.