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Podcasts - setting tone and direction & other must listen:
(updated 2024-11-18)
english spoken:
Diaries of a Domme + Questions Answered, by Chastity Queen
Cuck My Life Podcast, by cucks for cucks
The Venus Cuckoldress Podcast, by Venus
Female Led Relationship Podcast, by Marisa Rudder
Obedient Love Podcast, by Viola Voltairine
Krystine's FLR Podcast, by Krystine Kellogg
deutsch/german:
LustReise, by Kay & Ben
Dominante Grüße, by Lady Penelope
Machtfertigs BDSM Podcast, by Herrin Sabina
Auroras Mistress Talk, by Aurora Nia Noxx
Nika Macht! - Das wahre Ahh und Ohh des BDSM & Sex, by Anika Tiegs
Die Kunst der Unvernunft, by Sebastian Stix
Lustgewinn - BDSM, Kink und Sex, by Cate & Michel/li
Bound-n-Hit, by Julina Bauer
enjoy & ...obey
quirkylittle4daddy
"The Grimoire of Urban Flora: Sacred Sexuality, Healing, and Transformation"
this has been weeks coming. i finally got to do the audio review of urban flora. not just a music review..but a review in the context of the sacred spirituality power dynamic i do. with a mindset of mermaid energy. i go over briefly the summary of the energetics of the dark goddess sophia vibe, the dark god archangel michael male energy, where i get this from and the set up of why i see alina baraz's urban flora album as a guidebook aka grimoire for women like us..who love men like this. in this nature.
too keep in the mermaid theme besides explaining a summary, all of it is in audio format to continue with the water theme.
while i didn't record it on a water day or water planetary hour. i am rectifying it by releasing it today mercury day during mercury hour in my time zone for extra energetic effect.
you're like a wave, pulling me underneath, there's a universe inside of you, i can make you feel, can i undress you, let them wash away your pain, what's a king without a queen, chasin your pretty thoughts
https://audiomack.com/sophia-starseed/song/the-grimoire-of-urban-flora-sacred-sexuality-healing-and-transformation
imagine sick ass water images because on my other social media it's there and it adds to the effect and the formatting of collarme has nerffed the message. oh well.
subMeghan Hmm... a journal entry, eh? Not quite sure what to say here... or even if this thing works. Let alone if anyone out there will read this.
Let's just start with a basic confession: I love sex, and I like it rough. I have had fantasies about being raped ever since I a girl. Of course back then, those fantasies were pretty tame. Mostly being captured by a villian who would tie me up and keep me in his dungeon where he would, G, try to kiss me! As I got older the fantasies became... how say I say it.. more graphic... The more I think about it, the more I realize that my rape fantasies pretty much follow a basic pattern: I'm out and about... It's night... I'm alone... and I find myself in a bad situation... and then one or more (usually more) tough looking guys show up and start getting into my person space, then they start trash talking and insulting me, then they start touching me and pushing me around. Naturally I resist and try to get away, I usually am able to run away for a bit then they catch me again. after that, they usually rip off all my clothes, hold me down, and have there way with me... The specific details change, but that's the basic formula...
We'll see who reads this...
Catch ya later,
subMeghan
quirkylittle4daddy Juxtaposition: A Simple Truth for Some, an Impossible Puzzle for Others
This post is going to be stylized a bit differently from my others because I have to use my natural learning and life skills here. I’m naturally an auditory learner, which means I process the world through sound, music, voice notes, and talk-to-text. The world is mostly designed for people who process through reading and typing, but this is a much more nuanced conversation, so I’m using talk-to-text to work through it. I’ll be editing as I go because the point of this is for others to understand what I’m saying. If I were just journaling for myself, I’d keep it internal, but I feel like this is something important for the collective that needs to be shared.
As this message has been brewing in my head, I’ve felt an internal pull stronger than usual. Everything I talk about is controversial to people outside of these conversations, but this one might even cause a split within the community—those who are involved in submission and dominance, particularly in a lifestyle or spiritual sense. There are a few ways this could go, and I’m aware of that.
There aren’t many women who are naturally wired for this kind of dynamic. You’ll see some who know, without needing to look it up, that they’re born with a mindset geared towards service, nurturing, honor, and worship—not as a duty, but because they see the divinity in others. They have a deep sense of care, even when hurt or upset, and they hold on to that unless a line is crossed. When that happens, sure, all bets are off. But in the natural ebb and flow of relationships, they hold a deeper understanding of the bigger picture.
Some of us are just born with a slavery mindset in relationships. I know that sounds intense, but it’s true. Of course, how that looks varies between individuals, but it’s a fundamental orientation. For some, like me, this manifests as a 'little girl' mentality within a servitude dynamic. And even that is rare. Most people associate service with traditional roles like being a housewife, but it’s more than that. It’s about attention, effort, care, patience, receptivity—seeing the other person’s needs and deferring your own preferences because you understand the give and take, the bigger picture.
The thing is, people often don’t recognize that level of care as service. They take it for granted, especially in vanilla relationships. But for people like me, the ones who orient this way, it’s second nature. And when we have conversations like this, it feels like we’re saying the same thing over and over because, honestly, we are. People write books on this, give workshops, travel the world to talk about it. None of this is new or unique to me. But what I do know is that we, the ones who truly live this dynamic, are in the minority.
Even in the lifestyle community, where you’d expect people to understand this more deeply, there’s still a divide. Some just play or role-play, and they don’t get it. And then there are dominants or submissives who think they want this level of intensity, but when they experience it, it’s too much. They didn’t realize how much work it actually requires. They didn’t know that being with someone who is always in that mindset—who is a slave at their core—would challenge them in ways they weren’t prepared for.
And that’s the juxtaposition I’m talking about. People think they want this dynamic, but once they experience it, they realize it’s not what they expected. It either deepens them or makes them realize they’re not capable of holding what they thought they wanted.
The smaller conversation I want to have revolves around the part of surrender that comes with letting go of certain expectations, such as: "He doesn't respect me because this is what I'm used to," or "If he's not willing to meet me halfway, then he isn't serious about this," or even, "I need him to communicate a certain way, or else it's just not right."
This kind of thinking stems from a need to hold onto something—be it a method of communication, an idea of respect, or even just a preference for how things should flow. But true surrender, especially in the context of power exchange, involves letting go of programming and societal constraints. It's about asking yourself, "Is this truly a need, or is this a want disguised as a need?" For those who are naturally oriented towards deeper levels of service and submission, there’s a realization that much of what we think we need in relationships is not a necessity. Instead, it's a projection of previous experiences, of societal conditioning.
What I've found, especially in lifestyle relationships, is that many people claim to live 24/7 dynamics or say they are 'lifestyle' D/s, but there’s a vast difference between identifying with that and actually doing the internal work required to embody it fully. This work doesn't come from hopping from one relationship to another or from constantly seeking physical experiences. Instead, it starts internally. It’s an emotional, mental, and spiritual journey before it becomes a physical reality.
I've seen this disconnect repeatedly in the community—people who are drawn to play parties or physical acts but haven't done the internal work to match the energy they’re trying to manifest. Yes, play parties, toys, tools, and skills are exciting, but for those who live the lifestyle, the real work begins deep within. For those of us who are spiritual, it starts even before that, on a soul level, and then trickles down into emotional, mental, and finally physical realms.
What many in the lifestyle don’t realize is that physicality—sexuality, play, and even basic physical touch—is something that can be improved and refined. There are sex educators, workshops, and so many tools to practice and elevate physical aspaspects. But you can't fix a fractured mindset, a shaky spiritual foundation, or a disconnected emotional core by just improving the physical. If you're starting out rocky in those deeper levels, you'll never
COSMlCCUNT This is a time to remain very aware.
Keep close watch over those who seek to distract and otherwise keep you busy whilst they rape and pillage our government and our republic. It is the oldest trick in the book - keep them busy and in fear, meanwhile they shall help theirselves to a sizable helping of the American Taxpayers monies and benefits.
Whilst government programs are being cut, WATCH WHERE THE MONEY and BENEFITS GO. A simple diversion tactic.
All the law suits will keep people occupied while more and more of our liberty is stripped.
Consider: while the 'parents' have allowed the 'undisciplined child and friends' to run wild, the greater world wide community will have no problem 'spanking' the errant child and holding the 'parents' accountable for not parenting. IT CAN ALWAYS GET WORSE.
Be care full, be watch full, be account full and "do not go gentle into that good night."
Be proactive and be ready for the change which is most certainly here.
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.
differentsub So slightly better news. 99.9 percent of the people who get this cancer are either heavy smokers, heavy drinkers, or drug users, and have depressed immune symptoms. Since I am none of those things, my chances of making it out of this alive is closer to 80 percent than 50. I'll take it. I go in for surgery next week. They are cutting out a piece of the back of my tongue, a piece of the back of my throat, and going into the side of my neck and removing all the lymph nodes. Fortunately, the surgical techniques have advanced a lot and they no longer have to take out all the bones and muscle in my neck along with it. So I will have a scar on my neck, but won't be grossly disfigured. I won't be able to eat solid food or talk for a few weeks, and it's still going to be horribly painful, but better than dying. And hopefully, if they get it all, I won't need to follow up with chemo and radiation and it won't come back. But this cancer does like to come back. I will worry about that when it happens. For now, I'm going to focus on getting through this and keep living my life as best I can. Thanks to everyone who took the time to write me about their own survival stories, or to offer support.
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.
pizzapuppiescows You know how it's been on my mind lately, and for a while if I'm honest, about the spinning circle of the good but not right for me guy, yes? Yesterday an opportunity presented itself and I took a deep breath and set boundaries. Literally. I said we needed better boundaries because we're just friends, right? And he said, I don't know. Here's the courageous part... I said I didn't want to be a placeholder. !!! This is huge in my world, in my head, in my learning how to value myself. Standing ovation, I'm waiting.
I am guessing he didn't take it well. He said okay. And I haven't heard a peep since. Which is part of the problem. Was. Saying you want open communication and actually doing the open communicating are two very different things. As a friend I would have listened. As a friend I care and don't want to hurt him. As anything more, severed ties. Okay, more like severed ties that were reattached and cut again several times these past two years. Just like training wheels, leaning on the comfortable and convenient, being the comfortable and convenient. I'm in a much better place than I was two years ago. I don't know if you've heard, but I set boundaries. Tell your friends.
Back to me. Of course I feel bad. Worried I hurt him. Worried the timing is all wrong. And yet... not my circus, not my monkeys. You're familiar, yes? I have to remind myself of this all the time. If I ruled the world I would move from task to task, make it efficient or pretty or whatever it needed, and then hand it off to someone to continue running with my changes so I could fix the next thing. If there is a job where you are never responsible for finishing anything you start please let me know.
Oh. Right. I'm okay. I'm not beating myself up. It was long overdue. It's what I need and I'm proud of myself for following through. Sending him positive thoughts as I move forward without monkeys.
jenjen4712 pet store (3/3)
you smile again and wipe your wet fingers on my face. "first, take off your shirt and clean that mess you made."
i hesitate for a moment but pull my shirt over my head and start to lean down.
"on your knees, and i want that ass up. in fact," you pause dramatically, but i know that tone of voice and shiver. "put the shirt in your mouth, hands behind your back, and clean."
i don't hesitate this time, and i put the shirt in my mouth. i'm still holding my new collar in one hand, and reach my arms behind my back so i can grip it with both hands when i spread my legs and lean forward. half my focus is on cleaning my juices off the floor, and the rest is on making sure i'm displaying myself well enough for you. my clit is throbbing from the exposure, and all i can think about is how badly i need to please you.
when i finish cleaning to your satisfaction, you order me to stand, but you keep the shirt in my mouth and my hands behind my back. "now," you tell me, "you can either put your filthy shirt back on or i can use it to tie your arms behind your back and put those tits on display. you can choose."
i think for a moment then hand you my shirt and the collar, before turning and presenting my arms to be tied. you pull my arms back, thrusting my breasts out further, and tie them tightly.
you trace your fingers lightly up my arms and over my breasts, making me shiver as my nipples harden. you pull me back against you and kiss my throat, but your hands continue down my body and slip back under my skirt. one hand holds me still and the other goes right for my clit. you hold me against you, still pressing soft kisses to my throat as i come undone in your hands.
you stop before you can push me over the edge but keep holding me still while i suck your wet fingers clean. when my breathing starts to calm, you push me forward. "let's go, babe."
as we approach the register, the man working here looks me up and down and smiles. i stumble, having forgotten that we weren't alone, but you keep pushing me forward. we're not heading straight toward him though- with your hand twisted in my hair you steer me toward a display case full of different types of dog tags.
we stop in front of it and my eyes meet your reflection's in the back of the case. i don't need to see myself to know that my cheeks are flushed and my lip is swollen from biting it, but i look anyway. i barely recognize the slut i see looking back at me.
you bring out the collar we chose and now i can't take my eyes off your hands. i watch them open the collar and fit it around my throat, and when they close the collar i sigh, letting out a breath i hadn't even realized i was holding.
i'm staring at myself, transfixed, barely breathing, for a minute before my eyes meet yours again in the mirror. "thank you, sir."
you hold my gaze as you pinch my nipples and smirk at me. "we're not done yet, my slut." you keep playing with my nipples with one hand while the other drifts down and under my skirt again. "pick a tag," you tell me, and begin to finger me.
you're much rougher this time, bringing me to edge and barely letting me catch my breath before starting again. without my arms free to brace myself, i'm shaking just from trying to stay upright. the only thing keeping my knees locked in place is the knowledge that if i fall to the floor, you'll leave me there to writhe and beg.
i shake my head to try to clear some of the cobwebs and pick a dog tag, but before i can speak you stop playing with my breasts and slip your fingers in my mouth. i can see you laughing at me when i can't hold back the whine, but i quickly forget about the dog tag anyway. you do this a few more times, until my whines are turning to screams.
the next time you remove your fingers from my mouth to start the cycle again, i immediately shout, "the heart! the heart tag, please, please, the heart!"
you wipe both hands clean on my breasts, giving my nipples an extra tug when you do it. i don't remember it happening, but at some point in this you pulled them out of my bra so now they're fully on display. when you're done, you reach out to grab the tag, then push me toward the cashier.
i look down, not wanting to see what this man thinks of me right now, but you push me right up to the counter. "tell him what to engrave on the tag, baby."
i whimper but don't speak, and your hand comes down hard on my ass. "daddy's little slut," i say in a very small voice.
another slap. i say it again louder. another slap. louder, and with a please. another. another. another. you stop after i shout, "please, please engrave my dog tag to say daddy's little slut!"
you rub your hand over my sore ass then push me forward, until i'm bent over the counter with my legs spread.
"miss?" the clerk asks, causing me to instinctively look up at him. he grins. "can you spell that for me?"
each letter comes with another hard slap on my ass. after "daddy's" and "little" you finger me again roughly, bringing me to the edge. after the second edge, i brace myself for another slap, but it doesn't come. instead you grab me and turn me so i'm on my back and spread my legs wide.
"you can cum when you're finished, is that clear slut?"
i gulp. "yes sir."
your hand comes down hard on my oversensitive pussy. S. L. U. on the T, your slap lands directly on my clit and i scream as the orgasm overtakes me.
TheBlaqueQNGodess your Task List for the Day
1. Mow the Lawn
2. Trim & Water Trees in the Front Yard
3. Trim & Water Rose Bushes
4. Treat the Lawn/Yard for Bugs
5. Sweep & Wash Down Porch (if necessary)
6. Clean Gutters
7. Repeat Tasks 1 -6 for Backyard
8. Create a Plan to Clean Out & Organize the Garage
9. Set-Up My Easel on the Front Porch for MY Summertime Paintings
10. Sit Next to Me
11. Keep Me Company
12. Adore & Worship Me
That's it for now...
SupremeGoddess51 November 4, 2024 @ 4:35pm
Hello Everyone,
I understand this profile is a little confusing to some, let me clear things up for you all.I will always be an Domme first, then second I am an Alpha submissive only to Sir Silverback G which is my life partner. I hope this Clears up any confusion. Have a wonderful Morning, Evening, Night.
SG
DocRocs Smart, successful, strong and structured. I wasn't born this way, these attributes were my choice. As such I don't overlook or yield these principles to anyone. If these are not qualities that you admire in grown men please move on.
I'm straight forward and I expect the same. If picture swaps, video calls, or personal meetings are a hard line for you then I am not the one. If you get together with me you will be giving up the PT&A. If that's not an issue keep going. I may be good conversation and a well of knowledge, but I am here to find another partner, not a chill buddy. I work hard and need an outlet. I don't intend for you or this site to consume me or my time. This simply means that I may not be on as often as someone with a lot of extra time on his hands. I have many differing likes, yearnings, ambitions, and needs to be satisfied. I'm interested in hearing your's.
J²
silentdeer I've been in the lifestyle since my early 20's. I am my area MAsT group leader. I use to be very active in the NYC area bdsm scene, have atended many events through the years about north eastern USA. I do not do play, and am not a bedroom submissive. I am a slave all of the time, in my daily life. I am not submissive to everyone, I have owned and run my own business, been a boss to many people in my jobs through the years. The world does not know I am slave, nor do they need to know such, I simply am who I am all the time. I can not turn myself on and off. I live life to the fullest that I am cabable of doing. I serve with my heart and bering, in all I do, yes, even when I am sans a master.
Would it not be dishonorable, dishonest and disloyal for me to be on this site and be owned or collared and not have such stated in my profile as well as have checked that I am actively seeking a dominant male? I believe it would be. If I were owned, collared, in a relation, or even simply focusing on someone at the time, I would state such perfectly clearly in my profile for all to see. I am here seriously seeking someone, this is not a game to me. Read my profile please, then consider contacting me. First impressions mean a whole lot.
HotAndSticky That Moment when You one day saw A Black Raven hopping on Your GrandParents' Front Lawn so You went to check it, it kept hopping away from You & made it to & through The ChainLink Fence but not before You noticed It Was Missing Its Right Wing & Right Leg.
🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯
#MeanViciousPitBullsAcrossTheStreet?
blkbitchincharge Awaken to gentle licks upon my labia and the tickle of your facial hair on my inner thighs
You knowing my body and realizing that sucking my clit is not what gets me going
But that gentle tongue massage on my lower lips causes me to softly moan and drip with wetness
I'm in the euphoria of emotional bliss
Slow intense grinding along with the need to run
I'm about to explode
What a way to wake up,
as the main course
I've trained you well and you know how to please
Now, I will lay you back, tie you up, or leave you free
I know before I'm done you'll be screaming please!
KinkyBlackMan The artist Nas once said that life is a bitch and then you die. I agree wholeheartedly. That is why I try to live life to the fullest everyday. Several things occured over the past two years that have significantly changed my life. Im not writing this post to complain about those things but to reflect on how those things have influenced my choice to fulfill a long time fantasy that up until this point in my life seemed unrealistic.
Tomorrow, I have a realtor coming to my home to list it for sale. I will be selling my home and moving in with my submissive so that we can build our 1950s household. She lives in Philadelphia so this will not only be an opportunity to live out my fantasy but it will also be a fresh start in a new city. The circumstances that created this possibility were not desireable but I am happy that they pushed me towards fulfilling one of my long time fantasies.
Life is a bitch and then you die.....so you may as well make the best of it while you can.
commited12u Seems there are increasing numbers of Dominants who use hypnotherapy here and even online. At a guess there must be a need for lengthy sessions and properly trained personnel to induce hypnotic suggestion surely?
Maybe i don’t get this method of control or my lack of understanding is the issue but ultimately feel there should be a need to be some kind of formal training to employ such a potentially powerful method of control of a submissive.
pizzapuppiescows Oh friends. What I'm about to describe may change our relationship, but it 100% happened just now and I'm not sharing this story with anyone else.
My puppy woke me a short time ago to go outside. Glancing at the clock and seeing it was 4:30, I didn't do any of the things I would normally do before taking her outside. Her waking me means we need to go now. Yes ma'am, let's go. We get outside and she decides that dandelions are interesting and this patch of grass tastes divine, and so on, as she does sometimes leading up to her business. She has a flare for the dramatic, like her momma. Meanwhile, I've had to pee since the moment she woke me. All the way down what felt like ten thousand stairs, through every moment of her moseying outside, I. Have. To. Pee. And I'm not going to make it back to the house.
Chances are if you're reading this you are genetically male (is that the correct term?) and so you would just pull up a patch of grass and unzip. Not having that luxury I faced my two options. Either I could wet my pants, or I could squat and tinkle. Friends, I really tried to use all of those downstairs muscles to make it back to the house. Truly I did. But it wasn't going to happen and I did laundry earlier today. So I did the unthinkable. I moved to a spot less lit. I slid my pajama pants down a bit. I squatted. And I peed. I'm sure someone's door camera caught it, or maybe someone out for a walk. Hopefully it was just me and my puppy. And now you. It's our secret, okay?
SadisticEye Thoughts on a new 'person' one step removed
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Sending messages to new people is fraught with nervousness and trepidation as there is no real way to know how they will be received.
A non-reply obviously shows something, but only if the sender knows the message was received to then be ignored.
Age, sex, orientation, role, even distance, of both parties, will also give an indication of how it will be read and dealt with, but this can be offset by the BDSM world where some of the more obvious criteria do not apply so ‘strongly’.
Asking the question(s) that you really want the answer to, but almost dare not ask or do not ask, does not make life any easier – for both parties.
Being submissive or ‘overly’ friendly can lead to misunderstanding when replies are sent. Or lead to further messages to clarify the previous text ‘meanings’.
Obviously, this is like real life too, social media is also full, maybe more so, of miscommunications.
So, from the perspective of this writer, being:
Male, semi Straight, Dom, Creative, of no discernible cult or type (unless being a keen biker counts), older than most, slightly shy and as arrogant as fuck concerning his own Domly skills. Writing a message and sending it out into the ether to land at a stranger’s mail box is still a thought provoking act.
Therefore, after drafting a message, editing it, almost sending it before seeing ‘there’ and not ‘their’ so editing it again and then rewriting half of it you press the send key and sit back and try not to wait for the answer.
If no answer appears after a week, or a month, then you don’t need to think about it anymore and file it under ‘ah well, that’s a shame’.
If a reply appears, especially with witty words ‘linked’ to your (what you hoped were) witty words, then a whole new set of ponderables start to take form as you sit in front of your keyboard about to reply.
Was the reply sent because ‘she’ is a polite submissive, because 'she' was a polite human being, liked the style of the message compared to the dross many send, or is ‘she’ actually interested in getting another message?
So, message 2:
More forward, Certainly. More confident, hopefully. An easy question or three, taken from their profile info to show you have read it, is a good idea. A little more information about ‘Me’ and even more about why the first message was sent – bravery test time.
The wait begins again! If a quick reply this is either a good sign with answers and questions of ‘her’ own or a version of ‘Go away, I was polite once don’t push your luck’.If a long pause, then the normal questions nag at your lizard brain again until that ping sounds, and a reply appears – the previous 2 types obviously still apply.
If the reply is positive then now it is time to stop pussyfooting around, ask the question, give your reasons why they really should say yes and agree, and, if using a useless forum, like FetLife or the million other internet sites, give them your email or phone number, for text or WhatsApp, for easier chatting. This will either get a happy 'ok' response or the ‘maybe later’ reply, which is not so encouraging,
If you reach this point, then it should be fairly plain sailing to send the next message, getting to know them and even meeting or, obviously, putting your foot in your mouth and getting a 'goodbye'.
Thoughts over, now just need the 'she' to see this in the hopes it helps with My communications.
SirInBrighton Having spoken to you for a few weeks now, we understand each other. Our face to face meeting is at hand.
I know what motivates your need to serve and please your man. In the vanilla world, you have confidence - or at least a veneer of confidence you maintain - but internally you feel yourself unsure, uncertain and that sometimes you just want to run away. I pick you up, dust you down with warm encouraging words, embracing you as you feel the strength of me and know I give you care and comfort.
I know you. I know your thoughts, I know your experiences and I know what you need from me. I know your hard limits and the agreed safe signals.
We share a strong connection already. We have an emotional bond and an excitement between us as we plan to become a unity, planning our homelife and talking about our values of partnership and family together.
I value your intelligence, your feminine elegance and your utter submission to me, only me. Your devotion, loyalty and eagerness to please whilst still maintaining your vanilla pride and confidence - I respect that and appreciate those qualities.
You enjoy the guidance I give you, my mentoring, the boundaries that I give you and my affection.
Soon, you will arrive. We have discussed this many times. We know what to expect of each other, and yet, there is still that excitement.
I hear footsteps approach my front door ...
MistressVNN
The slave contract.
Some people assume that, since "slavery" was outlawed (over a hundred years ago in most places), then "Consensual Slavery" is nothing more than "Role Playing"; that there cannot be any legal, lawful way to "own" another person. To the point of using the words: slave, slavery, and owner, you would be correct; these words are merely symbolic and have no legal meaning.
However, Consensual Slavery (or Voluntary Servitude) is legal, very real, and can be legally practiced. Can a person legally join the military?
If they do, are they allowed to just up and walk out any time they like without warning? Hm… They can't, right? Why not? I thought you said slavery was illegal? Well... That's right. The military does not practice slavery. Yet, in a very real sense, they do own you. However, they do not (and never would) call it slavery; they call it service. We will not go into the detailed specifics of what wording is used in a real Contract of Voluntary Servitude, but, rest assured, it is as binding as any application into the military. It is perfectly legal for a person to voluntarily forfeit their rights and be legally bound to serve, suffer and endure. Slavery is not about sex; nor is it about S&M.Yes, a slave may be disciplined and this discipline can take the form of sexually charged torture or tormenting. Of course an Owner can have sex with their slave,it's a given. But you don't need a slave to have sex or "play" S&M.If you are only interested in sex or S&M (or any combination thereof), I strongly recommend a visit to any of the places in Europe US, or Asia where (prostitution is legal and) you can, far more cheap and you can easily, get your needs fulfilled.
Total Control + Total Responsibility
By definition, a ‘slave’ is a piece of (movable) personal property (a.k.a. "chattel") owned by another person. A slave can be bought, sold or traded.While a slave may be cherished and cared for, a slave can also just as easily be misused and abused. Of course an owner can love their slave; nothing in the book says that an owner cannot love their slave. However, slavery does not require love.
Slavery is about control: the utter and total domination and control over another human being's life.
Slavery is also about responsibility: the utter and total responsibility of another human being's life.
There are two basic elements required of slavery:
1.) A slave.
2.) An owner capable to take the great responsibility of possessing a slave.
Illusions.
For the would-be slave, trust may be an issue prior to slavery, but it is an illusion.
Physical attraction may be an issue prior to slavery, but it is an illusion as well. In fact, everything and anything a would-be slave requires or desires, apart from their true and total commitment to actually being a real, owned slave, is an illusion.
Slavery is NOT about "romance".Sure, an Owner could romance or seduce a slave if they chose to, but romance and seduction are not "part and parcel" of slavery itself.
Slavery is about Ownership and servitude; any other element involved is something other than, or in addition to, slavery.
If a "slave" insists upon a requirement or a condition for, or on, their Ownership – they are seeking something other than slavery. Hm...Yes, it all sounds so terrifically unfair, doesn't it? An Owner can require and involve whatever they like in the “relationship” and a slave must endure and indulge whatever an Owner's whim might be. Ups... That almost sounds like, well... slavery! Doesn't it?
There is nothing at all that a slave can claim “entitlement” to; however, in an effort to demonstrate this, here is an extraordinarily brief list of things a slave is specifically not “entitled” to:
- Respect
- Honesty
- Affection
- Compassion
- Understanding
- Appreciation
- Courtesy
- Recognition
- Fidelity,Etcetera...
You may get all or none of the above. It is at the discretion of your Owner.
CDdiaper Dear maste,daddy,mistress, mommy,Im a french sissy slave 57 on good shape living in Palawan Philippines.Serving as a sub slave for household duty and sex is my dream.Being dress as a maid for my service ,as an inmate for my punishment as an retardate teen girl for going outI love to be keep on chastity and diaper full time , wear 50s style lingerie, girdles,full cup bra,garter belt, stocking and more.Being keep on chain, shackles,collard for punishment are good for me.Correction and education by flogging, spanking, whipping or more are again normal.
Feel free to ask me anything!
Hope you have interest on meCheersSissy Melanie
object2chain It is always trying to improve itslf by learning new skills to serve a potential Owner .
It has recently received some human toilet training.
It is now VERY experienced in the consumption of Alpha male yellow.
Are there any local London UK men who would like to help it train further by using it BY DUMPING YOUR BROWN WASTE DOWN ITS THROAT ?
It could possibly travel to you , if you live further afield , but , it would need to be for a weekend , or longer , where you would chain it and use it daily. Naturally , other forms of servitude could be provided.
ONLY 100% Top men please , who are not overweight.
NO versatiles , females or TV/CD's.
Please get in touch
Thank You
Mistressmuseofthew Using Rune stones in domination
Hello there, probably late to the party but I love to use my submissive as inanimate s and recently have found a great love and connection whilst using him as my rune reading altar.
I invite people that also do this or interested in this to start a discussion with me as I'm pretty new to doing it and would love some other views on doing this
My Five rune stone reading for myself and my wølf
1:- The Future RuneDAGAZ (D) represents Dawn. It symbolizes Awakening, Certainty, Illumination, Completion, Hope.
2:- The Past RuneMANNAZ (M) represents Humanity. It symbolizes Individuality, Friendship, Society, Cooperation, Help.
3:- The Possible Solution RuneBERKANA (B) represents a Birch Tree. It symbolizes Femininity, Fertility, Healing, Regeneration, Birth.
4:- The Problem or Worry RuneTIWAZ (T) represents the god Tyr. It symbolizes Masculinity, Justice, Leadership, Logic, Battle.
5:- The Future RuneGEBO (G) represents a Gift. It symbolizes Balance, Exchange, Partnership, Generosity, Relationships.
ArrogantTVBitch Hiya cissys and male pigs!!!
2013 has had a very good start for ME, so good that I have decided to DISMISS 5 of MY stable of devoted cissy slaves, I shall shortlist 7 from my stable and let them compete against each other to see which 2 can stay with my other bitches!
This allows ME to seek out other devoted hopefuls and select 2 or 3 of them to Worship and Serve ME, The Miss Davinia Jade, Arrogant TV Superbitch, Superior and Demanding of YOU<<<<
mmmm I WILL enjoy the selection process, interrogating and then shaping them to MY way of thinking until they finally become MY cissified pansy slaves, begging to serve ME!!! hahahaha
BullMeister Instead of updating the profile and having it be down for months, I am using the journal to note changes.
I have collared a slave and it is serving in My home 24/7/365
I continue to train and develop other slaves that need experience serving, learning protocols, developing pain tolerence or just want to provide pleasure to a Master
I am also looking for a second slave for a poly household. Mine is a Leather Family and I have many friends in the world Leather community. I have a process for evaluating a slave for ownership, if there is interest I can explain further.
The new Dungeon Barn has finally been built. This 3 level dungeon is an all season timber frame barn built on a stone foundation. The interior is being finished and then equipment installed. Completion scheduled for winter 2021.
Summer months We/we reside at our camp. Cothing optional, men only, with a complete dungeon there as well
ARoom2playin Wrote this years ago. Thoughts ?
Do these four words make a perfect mantra ?
A good Submissive is " Consistent , Eager, Obedient, and Devoted.
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.
Exoticpie2024 You feel as if you're caught in the sticky web of a venomous and POWERFUL Black Widow spider. You want to escape... But you can't. And at the same time - You don't want to. You know those deadly, sharp fangs just may be the end of you... But your curiosity is at it's peak. Will She really eat me alive? You wonder... How powerful can She REALLY BE? Your heart beats rapidly at the thought of 'The Black Widow' - You can feel your heart in your throat. Beads of sweat drip down your pathetic little face! She's coming closer... And closer.... Too close for your comfort! And as she crawls to you with those poisonous sacs prepared to BITE - You realize.... Everything's OK. This is where you belong. The Black Widow didn't drag you here! YOU were the one eyeing the web! YOU were the one who felt it was 'safe' to enter, fully aware of the "could be's" and "probably so's". YOU were the one who entered on YOUR own free will! This wasn't a TRAP. You stumbled across Her web FOR A REASON. Her fangs are closer to you now as you again realize - Your "free will" is now Her's. The Black Widow is your new MASTER!It's time.
Time for the BITE. You close your eyes as you find a mental place of relaxation. You're ready! You've eyed The Black Widow's nest for far too long... You've witnessed what She's done to those prior to you. Curiosity lured you in. Jealousy of the "others" may have also played a part. You've yearned to know what THEY felt while they were with HER. And now here's your oppurtunity... You're ready to DIE at Her fangs and be BORN AGAIN to serve Her. This is your new life - In Her web, catering to Her needs. This IS afterall, HER WORLD. And you were just a lost soul trying to find your way......You've found it now.. You've found yourself! You've found that your way is HER way!
And all it took was a PAINLESS bite from The Powerful Black Widow.
IntenseOwners I am glad that you understand it from a more personal level rather than just a bunch of words
There are then to myriad branches that are the individual needs and wants from this life that include S M
Pain is an interesting feeling The mind can not reproduce it or dream it or make it happen all over again
It must always be reapplied
And pain can be so forceful and powerful an agent to achieve a state you want to be in
Some need pain in an attempt to satisfy some deep emotional need
Some see pain as a necessary punishment
Some see pain as a meaningful gift to the sadist
Some see pain as a driver to orgasm greater than any pleasure
Some need the after affects like the marks and bruise and show them off or feel them with their fingertips when alone remembering
But pain drives and often drives harshly at pushing stressful feelings out of your being for a while As one woman said, it is so wonderful to have someone else do all the driving for a change
Stress is every where in your life and often unseen or not noticed due to all the other fluff and distractions going on
You wonder why you feel so bad It is often due to stress and yes you could smoke or drink or do drugs or go to a gangbang at a truckstop parking lot and find some relief
All are painful in their own way
ANd perhaps for a while the stress is removed
But none answer the need to please another that is important to you so you should be like the little frog and look before you leap
Your thoughts are indeed right on the money
You do need to be owned and that is a mouthful of sweeping conditions
Being loved and being cared for and kept safe and looked after and having emotional and physical needs satisfied are not always the same thing
A slave is often not loved as a lover else she is just not a slave
A slave can really deeply love her owner if that owner always answer her needs and controls her wild wants so she knows her place
I can be strict and at times very abusive and I can read you the riot act and enforce it physically and emotionally until you learn where the lines in the road are and you stay in them
But
As an owner I would care for you as I would a loyal pet which is consistently trained and not kicked around just for hatreds sake
So many people can care for a pet so much more deeply for years than they can for a person that does not know their place
And the reason is simple
Most pets will not challenge the authority that owns them and always submits to it because
They need it
And so do you
Mistresscherrypie
Why Submissive Men Are the Gift That Keeps on Giving
Let’s be honest — submissive and slave men are deliciously useful, and if you know how to train, tease, and structure them, they become an absolute dream. I’m not just talking about the foot rubs, the spoiling or the delightfully desperate good-morning messages (though those do make my tea taste better). I’m talking about the deeper satisfaction of molding a man into exactly what you want him to be — obedient, structured, and operating on your rhythm, not his.A good sub craves rules. A real slave aches for structure. Protocols aren’t punishment — they’re a privilege. They weed out the fantasy-chasers and reward the men who understand that service is sacred. The way a slave kneels, the tone of his voice when he addresses me, how he waits for permission to speak or even breathe a little deeper… it’s not about theatrics. It’s about alignment. With my will.And let’s be clear: submissive men are not weak. It takes strength to surrender, discipline to follow, and real devotion to stay in service when it stops being about what turns them on and starts being about what I require.So yes, I like submissive men. I like using them to keep my space clean, my schedule tight, my life flowing in luxury and ease. I like protocols that make them think before they act, ask before they assume, and anticipate before I have to demand.
In this world? You don’t need 100 subs. You just need one who knows that protocol is his privilege — and obedience is his purpose.
FiestyJ Using this instead of updating profile.
Been away for a few years, just popped back to peruse, see if much has changed however this being a free site, will attract some very unsavoury characters who will be rude, obnoxious, abusive, intrusive, demanding and self entitled. Go give your head a wobble if you approach me in that manner.
Being a northern lass, I am blunt and will say as I see it. I'm also quite astute, very independent, self sufficient and very happy to remain that way. I chose to have people in my life that do not bring drama, lie, gaslight and are narcissistic. Yes, I do have submissive tendencies however do not expect me to give it from the 1st contact, ask personal and intimate details and assume I'm a doormat. Respect is earned, especially from internet strangers. I can walk away from negative behaviour very easily, with the door shut firmly in your face.
I have experience and knowledge of D/s.
I live in one of the most beautiful parts of the country, West lakes. I have the sea, fields, mountains and hills for my view. Sheep and cows for neighbours. The start of the lakes are a half hour drive away. I enjoy days out on my motorbike either alone or in a group when its not raining!
Anyway, those who are genuine, good luck and be happy.
Tara for now
J
BlueFyre New year... Same sweet, smart-assed, serious and silly, socially-awkward sadist!
Big news for the new year:
I've gotten a bunch done around the house on my own! For the first time in months, I've been able to move small things without fumbling around with braces and splints on each arm. *happy dance* The progress isn't hugely noticiable yet, but the fact I can do any of it has been exhilarating, and I want to do so much more while I can!
That means I still need help. Especially because...
I'm likely going to be returning to an old job soon. It's exciting, yet I also know it's a big responsibility that will have me away from the house more often. Upside: if I have a sub/slave/helper at that point, they can assist. It'll be a lot of fun.
With a bit of luck, I'll find out in a few weeks whether my hands require surgery, and maybe I can get back to physically torturing willing souls sooner rather than later.
I will be paring down The F0rm in a way that is better fitting for folx who are interested in being part time, or even simply live-in, with minimal or no D/s etc.
There's rumor I may have a cage coming. *polishes halo* (Wait, shouldn't someone be polishing that for me?! LOL)
May your 2023 start on a delightful note! Best wishes to All!
~Blue (=
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?
quirkylittle4daddy nuance beyond melanie martinez and lana del rey contrasting with caity krane
NOTE: this originally was written on reddit as a visual media interpretation. i crafted screenshots and homemade gifs to enhance the written word. this platform doesn't allow that so some of what is mentioned cannot be shown.
i already made a post about melanie nostalgia-ing. but i really feel it wasn't just nostalgia i was picking up on an energetic current between the tribe/community because just like when i talked about the powerpuff girls and right after that i was seeing so many of the tribe members that have more public eye and celebrity referencing them and artist that are tribe or sell to the tribe talk about them more and actual artists as in professionally well paid creatives that are tribe vibe talk about it i knew i was onto something there. so melanie ehhh i was nostalgia-ing but i think i was also treelawny- ing that essence of the moment.
i don't really talk about lana that often because i feel as a fellow mermaid energy she uses her siren powers for bad entrapping lower level dysfunctional and bad vibes on purpose. i don't know the effect she has on the side of the coin of the guys since i'm not a guy but she just knows the right buttons and insecurities and struggles and challenges of the lifetime that the little/babygirl has to overcome, heal, grow, adapt, evolve out of etc. she knows what the life lessons tribe has and instead of using it to elevate she uses it to try to keep us girlies stuck. hell she is stuck herself but is making money and a living off of it. with someone that emotionally energetically, and jush-y powerful i tend to just cool off and disengage. haha
i was thinking aboutt it though as this song from my gazillion hour playlist. these two are some of the most recent ogs for music that resonates with us girlies and those in the lifestyle but it gives not only twisted it gives basic bitch vibes. it's like those who are apart of the cult of sanrio know hello kitty is basically like michael kors. trying to be something more elevated than he is but highly popular aka a consumer favorite. it gives that kinda vibes.
this song and video is so great. it's a fellow tribe member at least coded in my eyes as her vibe mood and visuals scream little girl to me and this song only has 2k views and the video only has 8k views. it's a goddamn shame. maybe in human design this artist caity is also a projector like me and that forward thinking that majority will not understand, but is vital for the progression of ourselves as a society/community type vibe.
either way i get her i get it. and i dig the bluegrass vibes she brings in. another rarity over the nashville country sound.
i don't down lana because she talks about sad stuff.....the song i mention i've been lonely by caity krone is a look into the more tender, emotional, raw, and sad parts of being an adult housing an active outer child little/baby girl on the inside. at times we're human and were made to feel the full range of emotions.
but in emotional intelligence, growth, training, strength, endurance we learn feeling vs wallowing is a thing. and letting it consume vs flow is a thing. and acknowledging vs obsessing over it is a thing. i feel this is a simple acknowledgement.
the simple image of the artwork already elevates us into more little girl nuance where it's not smacking us on the head with something so blase.
hey there fellow mermaid sister by the water with the wavy hair.
even the album cover for this entire cd is more nuanced and flavorful. someone added some seven spices to this shit.
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.
submdj Where does one begin to find a subject for a journal entry, when one does not ordinarily journal?
This being a lifestyle site, i find reading others profiles and journals is akin to going out and finding people at munch's or parties and getting to read their minds. Journals are where so many post their / our thoughts and desires. I suppose it's the desires that many post, if they aren't just sounding off on all that vexes them.
W/we all want to find someone to belong to or belong with. (which side of the / do W/we live). I have mentioned in many posts, not just here, but in the rare journal or diary entries scattered through the devices i have owned, that i found the collar from this site. or when it was Collarme at the time. The time belonging to and growing again as a person, not just as a submissive,were the most special of my life. Finding joy in your life is important. How we find that joy varies immensely. my own discovery of belonging to someone (at that time a couple) gave me back a spark of joy that has carried me to where i am in the local community.
Do not lag in finding joy! I see many who live in their fantasy only in their minds, not realizing that all we desire and hope for is out there. Waiting for us to find it, accept it and be thankful for it becoming part of our life.
my own cravings for certain activites are again looking for an outlet. This is not a plea, just putting out there that a willing bondage subject and, now out of the closet, cross dresser, hopes to find people who, together, we can enjoy something together.
That's about all for now. Be safe out there and feel free to reach out to those you find interesting or want to learn more from.
@}-- Sister Ida
aka boytom
islanddaddy Here it is years later and still the same guys looking for the same old thing. While I don't mind the admiration from those who contact me, it seems like all they want is to be dominated and used sexually.
When I ask them what else can they offer, all I get is the usual.
"I'm a great cocksucker."
"I'll take your hands up my ass anyday."
"I'm great at house cleaning"
YADDA YADDA YADDA!!!
If all you're going to offer me is a piece of meat, than no thanks.
Do you have a brain? Can you understand big words and know how to use them? Can you put a sentence together without a lot of ums and uhhs?
Do you know what's going on in the world?
So if you're a box of rocks, with not a brain cell in your head, move on move on.
And here I am....still looking.
Sigh!
YoungSissyTs hii sorry to interupt if we have already been talking and perhaps "planning" on getting together i just felt this is a pretty important piece i must mention generally to anyonoe who visits my profile
first thank you if its ur first time on my profile :) heeehe
repeat offenders i well come anytime i love the attention id love to be ur piece of eye candy Heeehe which i do got more pics but havent uploaded due to the delay that happens and i cant reallly offord a delay since im using this as my main source to escape ... thank you collarspace ;) please dont disappoint
okk so feminization the process which ive started and learned how much more i enjoy life as so. i began HRT and was shocked on the results and conviced this is exactly who im supposed to be :)
i was scared to fully flourish when i started since ii was still living at home.. mom; her druk dumb fukin BF; and my little borther.
you could see why i was intimidated to allow HRT gracefully....
i was on and off of it,id say maybe 4months yes,
then 4 months no.
then 2 months yes.
then 3 months no.
then 1 month yes
then
mile stone; family fell apart.... hurts but they hurt me literally no reason..
i was caught in the crossfire of his drunk ass running outta beer money every week blamed me always went throught my stuff, talked shit about my panties would often throw away my CUTEST jean or the combination of cloths that blended my image so amazingly it would allow anyone; who saw me, immedatly know i was a sissy BUT NOT JUST ANY SISSY ;)
--yeah would thow that out. iIt happed A LOT but like twice on my most cuties most amazing look that brought confidence and lust lol.
okay so my "familly" offically fell apart about 45 to 65 days ago i think give or take ... it occured in about a two week hostile setting. which i wanted no part of because it originated between THEM!!
yes i had nothing to do with it i even stayed away from home for days on end to let them deal with their own bullshit... however, out of the maybe 4-6 days that i did come back, cuz jesus i was tired of being out there!
somehow the arguments were about me... saying i dont work i dont pay rent --- like umm excuse me ??
dont pay rent?
------------------------------{{{{oooo i love this song}}}--------
k sorry, where was i
--dont pay rent???
then hand me a bill.....
nothing ...
repeated bout 4 times and still no bill .. i HAD moneyi just wasnt gonna had it to them so he can turn around and just get more beer...
i did everything expect around the house AND MORE spacifically to prevent any turmoil since yes i didnt pay rent BUT NOT cuz i couldnt lol ... no bill no rent stupid drunk
[[[im sure i got completely off my main point but god i feel so good to vent i dont have anybody right now]]]
yes totall off topic if your still reading dang i appreciate your intrest in me lol *blush blush
ok i remember what this topic was supposed to be about lol soo sorry went completey right field.. yes right field cuz im left handed >:P lol
i becan this journal entry cuz i wanted to inform those who have a chance in owning me at the moment their a 3 im considering witch one i just hope will be the right choice fingers crossed
so this as ALL ABOUT FEMIZATION ohh and the whole artical up there does have a good purpose
When i began taking hormons, the fluxuation of on off onn off if you notice the ended with with 1 month on following a 3 month halt.... if you think about the proceess of my feminity you can picture about where im at in my appearance .... BUT WAIT IM NOT UGLY haha im not ill thow a pic of me rn or send in a message cuz i dont wanna have to do that waiting period this website impliments uppon profile updates.
sooooooo when i finally went back to see my doctor to FINALLY GET MY HORMONS again... stupid governer Desantez signed a bill that took into effect just the day BEFORE my appointment making it SUPER SUPER HARD not just for minors to get gender reassingment medication! my doctor straight up told me no! she will not give me my hormons because xyz...i was planning on getting a 4 month batch after explaining to her i was leaving florida to focus on myself and my tranisition... lol more like to focus on YOU and my transititon heehee ;)
theirs more to this but i chose not to disclose due to risk of prejudgmental dissisions, id say about 93% of you WILL MAKE regardless if you, think ur so mature or what not..
((lol prejudgmental is that even a word?
hahaha idk but sounded good there ;))
** ooo i just notice my spell check wasnt doing its job... crap im sure when i reread this im gonna have to delete it dammit enjoy the read and the insite of my current situtaion stay safe out there and masters/mistress/..potentual sissy owners.... [iSeeKu]
BeatRice5280 a nite out w/my Dom&Domme
Tonite was to be my cumming out. i dressed in my simple black dress & w/Your help my garter belt, cheeks-hi fashion black stockings & peep toe heels that framed my shiny fluorescent pink nails. Sir, bent me over, slapping my cheeks made me spread them inserting a jeweled butt plug. Bent over my balls were hanging low. Taking advantage of that You forced them thru several rings adding weight. Then pulling my clit back separated each into two enormous labia. When i stood straight You were holding pink thong which i slipped into. Pulling it high on my hips it seated the butt plug so it would tickle my G-spot with every step + making a huge, Camel's foot obvious. i donned my blonde wig, blondes do have more fun, You added my pink collar + Rainbow leash & w/one of You on each arm off we go to a local LBGTQ bar.
i was most anxious entering the crowded bar, buTT You lifting my hem striped my butt with Your crop teling me to strut like ths slut i am. So i made it to a stool, hiked up my dress to sit & ordered Your drinks. The sexy barkeep with a wink asked mine & You told her, "she'll have a CD Cocktail" soon enuf, L0l! Sure enuf we'd attracted attention.
to be Continued?
Ashtart Dos nuevas publicaciones en mi blog y otra que no es nueva pero está vigente para esta época:
Juguemos, pero, ¿quién paga los juguetes?
¡Qué semana tan interesante!
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IMistressM
Do you have an all consuming foot fetish?
If so, you could be the foot slave I am looking for.
Duties to include full pedicures, moisturising, massaging and stroking etc.
you may also be used as a foot stool should I so desire.
you must be be no further than an hour from me ( East Sussex ) as weekly visits will be required if not more.
Shortlisted, you will be given my location and required to meet Me over coffee or wine, depending on my mood.
Reply with FOOT SLAVE in the title and garnish me with why you should be considered.
One line messages will be deleted. Stand out from the crowd.
M M
RavenMoonSiren It has been brought to my attention that Desire, my previous journal entry, was cut off midway through. So below I will post the rest of it.
Desire part 2
What COULD he do? Bound as he was, I had not ever tested if he could crawl. I climbed down from the bed and tiptoed out of the room and walked back in as if I was returning from elsewhere. He jerked in the direction of my sounds, bells tinkling on my anklet, I noisily gathered a chain leash and walked to his helpless body and attached it to the ring on the collar of his special hood.
"Come, puppy." I called in my sing song voice, the very one I use for my cats. "Come on, my handsome boy." He made a muffled noise and tried to orient his body to follow. Trying to rise up on his elbows and knees. I knelt down and gently petted his right cheek and could see him inhale and exhale sharply. "Good boy, that's right, come to me, follow, boy. Goood boy, my handsome boy" He tried to orient his body yet again and one of my cats wandered up and meowed, they, too, were used to such talk from me. As he struggled to get to his knees and elbows I tugged the leash impatiently as if irritated and said, "hurry the fuck up". I dragged him some by his neck and funnily enough he got into the position to hobble behind me. I smiled at that, his determination to please me. It was intoxicating. I led him, blind, behind me through the house to the third bedroom, which was my "office". It was under lock and key, in fact, the key for the office happened to also work on the lock of his cage, I had the lock on the door altered to match the key so he could not enter without permission. He knew that in that room he wasn't to speak. There he was a dog. My dog. My faithful puppy. We entered and I gave different commands. Sit, and he got into a kneeling position. Stay. And he would remain. Heel and he'd crawl to me and heel. Obedience. Blind obedience. I sat in my chair opened the drawer on my desk as he knelt beside my right leg. Opened a book I kept in there and turned to the most recent page. I read through and opened my mouth and said firmly. "Yesterday, my property degraded himself and so degraded me. 25 swats with the cane. Get into position to receive" he groaned but complied as best he could while hobbled. "Remember, we do not move away from the pain, perfect love has perfect trust, be ready to receive. This is your penance. Count each stroke of the cane and be grateful to suffer and try to remember that to harm yourself is to harm Me, to love yourself is to love Me" He barked an affirmative, as the rule of the room was no speaking. The first strike he was still, taking the sting of the thin willowy cane. *bark* By the fifth his behind was quite red with deep lines. His barks were breathy and he swayed. *bark* counted out the tenth stroke. There trickled a pink clear fluid from one of the pretty lines. *bark* his voice was weary even through the hood and he had sweat in beads on his back. This was stroke 20. He trembled visibly and rocked on his knees. I thought I heard a sniffle. I raised the cane and swung but didn't strike him. He tensed and moved forward but not away. His breathing was quick yet shallow. I imagined tears and sweat and saliva in his hood. I raked my nails across his warmed ass, this was primal for me. This reminded me that he wasn't the only beast in the room. I wondered if I were sick, his perfect sadist, was I a monster to be so aroused by the brutality. I leaned down and said to him, lovingly, "there are five more, my love, are you strong enough to endure for me?" He nodded his head quickly and let out a low "bruf" bark. I stepped back, raised my arm and struck him quickly, five times, as hard as I could. I felt the cane cracking and at the last swat it snapped and a piece of the cane flew up and hit me. Startling me I yelped and he tried to get up and attend to me, forgetting his place and forgetting his binding and forgetting to bark five times. I should have written it down that the penance was not complete but was moved by his desire to care for me even when he was broken. "I'm fine. Remember your place" I called out. He stayed quiet for a minute and then nodded and barked five times to complete his punishment. Could I have been more in love with a man? I doubt it. I got down on my knees beside him and caressed his leather bound head and clucked over him. I cleaned his wounds and kissed his face over and over. I stood up and returned my book to my desk and gave another command. "Pleasure" He flopped onto his side and rolled onto his back with his legs opened. The true purpose of how he was bound is that being in a frog tie made it more difficult for him to fuck me. I decided I wouldn't yet unlock him so I sat on him in his cold metal cage with my hot pussy. Enjoying the feeling of him cooling my skin. Knowing that my weight on him was applying pressure to the wounds on his ass. He immediately tried to buck but I placed my right hand on his chest and my left on his neck and pressed down. He grunted and tried again to buck. Jerking his head upward in frustration, precum leaking out of his cage and smearing on his pubic hair and my lips. I began to grind on him, pressing hard on his neck while feeling his heart beat under my palm. Knowing that I was using my weight on his neck. He'd slow down and I'd release him and feel his heart race. The metal cage now warmed and wet from both of us. The blood and air rushing to his brain and lungs. "Would you like to cum, do you want me to unlock you?" I cooed and moaned and he sighed and nodded and gave a short "ruff". I slapped him and laughed. Then I moaned, "No, you haven't earned it" and ground against him in slow circles, feeling his balls draw up tight to his body. I scooted forward and leaned back to fiddle with his cage as I bounced on his chest, listening to the air whoosh out of his lungs. The sparse hairs tickled my clit and I felt I'd explode at any moment. I turned my torso and unlocked him. Now erect and free. "Are you allowed to cum without permission?" I asked breathily?" "Uhn" he grunted shaking his head and bucking his hips. </spa
pizzapuppiescows I am not ashamed to admit that this morning I was in a Neil Diamond mood. I have weeks where I am singing Cracklin' Rosie all day. Not so much lately, hence the need. I have my favorites and the songs I skip over. I play Forever in Blue Jeans twice. So I am driving to work, merging with people who don't know how to merge, and a song queues up that I would normally skip over. But I was clueless merging so I wasn't paying attention. And then I hear the words.
Far. We've been traveling far. Without a home. But not without a star.
All of the sudden I start tearing up thinking about how people left everything and everyone for an unknown, optimistic opportunity. And the song goes on.
Free. Only want to be free. We huddle close. Hang onto a dream.
At this point I am full on ugly crying with red rimmed eyes, sniffling, trying to see because I'm driving around a bend, and I'm coming up to the parking lot a red rimmed, sniffling mess. Deep breaths. Composure. Skip Heartlight today and for all eternity. Head into work. Tell me it's not just me? If you say I'm hormonal I will deck you.
TheVintageYears Life can be very funny. Some conversations start with uncertainty but over time blossom into connections you treasure, while others can feel very good at the start but then feel as if something is off.
I have been talking with a couple for some time. They were primarily a cuckold couple, with a development path of increasingly rough, forceful sex, but they had had one encounter with a professional Dominant sometime back, when she was flogged and evidently reached subspace without knowing what actually happened. Let's just say they understand the psychology and physiology much better now that we have been talking.
Lately, there have been emerging signs that "he" is a sadist. "She" thinks she is a masochist because she has a high pain threshold, but she isn't. She is a hedonist who loves her husband.
Turns out all they wanted was someone, me(?), to turn up and flog her arse mercilessly, driving her to sobbing hysteria on her way to subspace (hopefully). He wants her tears, crying inconsolably as she is beaten.
I am not judging - each to his own - but it became clear that what they want is not who I am - not even who I might be. So today I told them.
I was met with an "OK. Thank you. Goodbye." and was then immediately cut off from contact. They shared the account (I think) - of course, it could all be a sham - but I think it was "him" who did the terminating.
Sometimes right is right and wrong is simply wrong. I do feel better knowing I stayed true to me, but I do wonder where they go next. Back to that Dom in Spain?
Toyslave344 I fantasize about being made to cum over and over, no breaks between. Breaking my brain with so many orgams...Begging for mercy, crying for it to stop, but being ignored. Finally passing out from orgasm overload. Waking up to it not having stopped even while unconscious.24 hours straight of orgasms. Only then released into chastity with toys that are too large locked in my holes, and keys put away for a month
wyckid Wow.. it's been forever since I posted here. Im not even sure when journaling opened back up. Last weekend was 1 year since my husband/ex Master passed away. It's been a journey of refinding myself, of re discovering independence and my own abilities to take care of "honey do" jobs around the house, and of learning to put myself first. I've gone back to favorite recipes I hadn't made in years because he didnt like them, I've thrown out the foods I never liked but had because he liked them. I've even learned to install a doggie door and a keyless entry by myself:)
And I've gone through several cycles of being mad and sad, and mad and sad again. I didn't like the man he became, but I will always treasure the many years with the man he used to be. And while it's been a bumpy road, I like this version of me that has come out of it all. A me that wouldn't exist without the strength he gave me for years.
Be well wherever your soul rests, Daniels.
KittyforOwner I crouch in the dim light, low to the ground, my muscles coiled with anticipation. My heart beats with the thrill of the chase, yet no footsteps follow, no predator’s growl answers my call. I’m a kitten playing in the shadows, batting at a love that slips through my claws. You, so distant, so untouchable, are the prey I’ll never catch—the storm I’ll never tame.
The air is thick with the scent of longing. I arch my back, purring softly, an offering of submission, a plea for connection. But the silence stretches between us, sharp and cruel, like the edge of a blade grazing skin. I reach for you in my primal way, a growl in my throat, a playful swat, a desperate leap. You stand still, unyielding, unseeing.
I ache for your touch, even if it stings. I crave the thrill of being hunted, the satisfaction of surrendering to you, the sharpness of your love cutting through me. Instead, I am left to prowl alone, circling a void that offers nothing in return. Every glance you give that doesn’t linger, every word spoken without weight, slices through me deeper than any knife.
In my dreams, you are the hunter. You snarl, you chase, you pin me to the earth. Your teeth graze my neck, and I surrender willingly, body and soul. But reality is a different kind of pain, one that gnaws at me in quiet moments. You don’t see the way I tremble for you, the way I offer myself with every arch of my back, every purr in my throat, every unspoken word.
The shadows are my companions now. I curl into them, licking wounds that refuse to heal. I am the kitten you’ll never chase, the prey you’ll never capture. Still, I remain here, waiting, aching, caught in this endless edge between desire and despair, loving you in the dark where you’ll never look
KnowshisplaceNw lover of sparkles of the heart ✨ ✨✨ I am a sub. I feel beautiful when I submit to a Woman and am watched as my breathing, my sweat and eyes are given to You. The release i feel when She allows me to let Her take over. I want someone who willingly takes “control” in the most vulnerable of situations because it meets both of our needs. I do not want to feel abused that i offer control of me. I value and respect it. True submission requires trust, honesty, communication and patience. Do I want to ALWAYS give up control? No, I don’t. I am interested in an ongoing relationship with ONE person. I am not intimate with people I am not in a committed relationship with. I am however curious about developing a relationship that is Female led. I know that what I want is definitely out of the norm, but I seek someone I can connect on an emotional, psychological and physical level. There is nothing more erotic in my opinion than being with someone who I care about deeply and vice versa. I want to be kinky with my significant other in the bedroom. But I want MORE. I want to watch movies with Her and talk to her about life. I want to cook together, snuggle and have tea in the morning. I want to go on trips and have a relationship. I am a kind hearted person who genuinely cares about people. I often invest myself too quickly in someone, thinking that the feelings are mutual. I am looking for a real LTR, monogamy, love in all its forms. Ultimately I want to get married and have children.
Madametanya Just so you know I am addicted to cotton school girl plaid skirts with opaque white pantyhose or thigh high nylons. Also addicted to gingham checks for skirts and dresses and blouses. These fabrics and patterns really get me excited and turned on sexually and always catches my eye when anyone is wearing these. Also addicted to white in most all feminine clothing, but especially white, tight denim fem jeans and shorts. Also get excited with cotton dresses and skirts and camisole tops in stripes. Love those stripes! Now do not laugh at this but the cotton check table cloths, like in Italian Restaurants and Pizza Parlors also turns me on. I like the smell of that type of cotton fabric along with the check pattern. Horny Crossdresser !!!
LondonTriangle Open thought:
I am into meeting up with one or two saine kinky men, have a good time and then move on.
Again I have met 2 European men from this site so far. Sex to them was great but for me was only ok.
I prefer to keep things casual, be open to dating or be open to having a level of intimacy where we create a safe space and say this is our sexual refuge and take it from there.
I get messages from men who initiate they want to stay with me longterm and use the word "marriage" and talk about they have had 3 longterm relationships in the life - snore.
So this means I have to commit to someone I don't get to know first? That to me is rude. It means you don't respect starting a true relationship. It means you hope to get a full invite into my flat.
You want to travel from France and Romania and stay with me and then monitor who I am with and how I keep to myself and then, what use my place and then come and go as you like?
What you need is Air BnB, I will look for someone who I can get to know, who I can trust but I don't have to be bound to them when I find out they are not for me.
I found out the last 2 were not for me the fish can go back into the sea and I can put my net back in the pond and move on.
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
MorghanXX I dont' mind telling you, fetish world, kink people, that I am frustrated. I am frustrated by the surge of Omicron after we finally seemed to be turning a corner on the original COVID, then Delta, etc. I am frustrated that this is slowing down my ability to pursue my interests, as I don't consdider it wise to go hang out in a bar right now or get coffee with an interesting individual. It is making me take my time even more than usual in my seeking of the right person, and I think in some discussions I've had, it is slowing down others' will or desire to take those risks as well. And that's ok because I'd rather spend my time with someone who shares my risk appetite than someone throwing caution to the wind.
I've also seen a really disturbing trend of interesting people just deleting their profiles here mid conversation. I strongly suspect that the ambient stress of pandemic life and the demands of what should be Normal Life are creating unsustainable levels of internal conflict for folks, who eventually just hit the panic button and run from places like this.
I don't have a cure, that's for sure. The scientists keep working on it though. There's a new pill based treatment getting Emergency Use Authorization as of late December 2021. The vaccines work, boosters are available, and the whole testing thing, while it needs work, is somewhat available.
So do me a favor folks. Especially those of you possibly interested in a Domme like me, because I want my social life back. Get your damned shot. Get your booster. Get your friends and family vaxxed. There's really no reason to help the virus find victims, it's good enough at that on its own.
DirtyDarling Love degrading, deeply separatingMy distances of dark pride. DaringThis daggered being to a death ofIdentity. Damn me. May the dawnDraw dyed lines of words upon myDunes. May You, God of my dragons,Declare me as Your dirty darling.Where decadence decades theseDaymares of independenceWhere You define my worth, for thisDance of ours deepens our freedomDay and night, dusk into dust. DivineDreams. - We finally begin to exist.
dirtydarling
slavekjay
18 July 2023
Not posted anything for a while, i did step back from logging into a couple sites i am listed on to see if i could walk away from lifestyle and carry on in vanila life.Simple answer NO i CAN'T. its must be so deep within me and my blood, i think it would be impossible to walk away and try and forget what and who i am. So i am back to searching for an Owner. i have talked to a few Doms in last few weeks, but not being taken as yet, who knows maybe one fo these will or others come along - i hope and need to be taken owned as total slave property 247 (i know might not be possible for "live in 247, but at least knowing being owned 247 as used on demand) by someone one Dom or Domme or Dom/me Couple.
The Dom/me Couple i sometimes serve have requested i attend them, from this coming Friday 20th July until the Monday, They are having a BBQ with a number of guests some lifestyle and some not. They often call for me to attend when having such as the female They have cant cover all that is needed when Guests are there. i never know exactly what will be required until i arrive, same with being clothed , in what and how and if in shackles etc. See if i can post some new pictures once over, as normally They will take some of me in service.
NEWJust had a double Dydoe piercing done a couple days ago , have 2 x 10g 12mm long curved barbells in with 6mm balls will put a picture up soon, have to say it bled some when the needle went in, but no discomfort at all and seems to be healing up fast. Not sure whether will be a good thing for potential Owner or not .
Well now back see if can post more as did in the past, see how it goes.Satrt my search for an Owner in earnest now fingers and everything else crossed
commited12u
A submissive’s Service
If a submissive’s service does not improve the Dominant's life or provide them with a form of satisfaction then it's not really service but simply an activity.
pizzapuppiescows I had one of those dreams that takes you all over the place (takes has an s because the subject is one, not dreams- grammar is important). I actually knew all of the key players in this dream, that almost never happens. It was all family. Started out at some kind of a community pool that was right next to a prison. Random, I know. My brother was playing catch with some kid in the pool using my dog's ball. Of course the ball bounces out of the pool area and over the fence into the space in front of the prison. Can't get it. I decide I'm going to ask the guard in the tower with the gun if it's okay to go around and get my dog's ball, but right then all the sirens go off and someone is escaping. The pool transforms into the house we're all staying at with a bunch of sliding glass doors right there. I'm freaking out and trying to close and lock the doors because the escapee has climbed the fence and is about to come into the house. And he does. His name is Han and he sits down with us and eats some pie that my sister made. The pie is terrible. But then my parents show up and it's a big game of pretend Han didn't just escape and we also don't have completely working electricity so fake them out with switches and light bulbs. I think at that point it morphed into this whole trying to set me up with this guy who happened to stop by situation, and now we're at my grandmother's house. They all love him. I do not. He's a nice guy and all, but just not for me. Blah, blah, blah, details, and then it's Christmas and an entirely different house I don't know, but my family is there and someone bought me another puppy. It's small and brown and although his name is Jelly Bean I rename him Buffalo Bill. He's running all around chasing cats and having a good time. Phone call from my grandmother because I made her cookies turns into a tech support call for a gift she got. She's dead, by the way. I don't often dream of her but here she is. Blah, blah, family stuff. I don't remember the reason but my brother and I end up outside searching for something down the street. Not the dogs, something else. We don't find it and as we walk back to the house the door is wide open. We're concerned. Go inside, inquire, and my fucking step father left the door wide open and didn't know it. None of the animals got out but son of a bitch if that isn't par for the course right there. More weird stuff happened but I'll stop there. Buffalo Bill? I guess it's not impossible. I mean, it was my dream, right? But so random. The real puppy is doing the heavy sleep breathing a few inches from my head. I both love when she's close and find it annoying that I can't move around the way I tend to because she's blocking me. She is extra cute, though, so right now I'm going to give her kisses and try to sleep for a little before the alarm.
alenaslight When you slip into the darkness
When you fall from grace
Will it hurt as bad as they say?
Or will it wake up hidden dreams?
Can one transmute pain into pleasure?
Can the Fallen One really give you something for your soul?
Will I ever truly wake up to the truth?
If so who's truth am I gonna believe?
Which path is better for me to travel?
Staying in the middle is hard.... After all they say it's one or the other.
Can't I blend into a new being. A silver being. A being of tranquility and adventure?
I'm a Woman. I'm a rebel. I'm a sweetheart. I can be cold and closed off. I can be lovely.
When will I get the help I seek? No not a man to control me. I don't need that.
No a therapist either, I already have that.
There's something missing... A piece of me that has been ripped out and left a hole.
This hole doesn't fill because I don't know what was there to begin with.
When you let others dictate your life, you lose yourself and wrap yourself in their ideas of you.
But when you wake up.... Well you realize you don't and we're not what they said you were.
Do you or will you ever find yourself again under the mess?
Will the light shine or do I keep my eyes shut and stay in the dark.
I love them all.... Yet I love no one... I guess I'm a contradiction
HippieSoul Vanilla interests/conversation starters.
I am not looking for a hook up, I am looking for a connection. Also, I'll still respond to small talk if you are respectful, it's just that I honestly dont understand the point of small talk on a dating site. If the point is to find your person, let's get out of the shallow end and get into some deep thought provoking conversation, actually get to know each other, right? I am the type of person who gets a stronger social charge from deeper conversation. Small talk drains my energy. I think it's vital to a healthy relationship to be able to support each other's interests, too.
Psych
Honestly, just about any topic within psych I could have a conversation on, or want to learn more about.
History
What gets my interest is the stuff that you have to dig a little to learn about. I'm not as interested in the same old topics that we have been talking to death for years. I want to talk about the stuff I dont know about. I want to share the things you didn't know about. I want us both to share thoughts and have a conversation we haven't had with anyone before. Think about things we never pondered on before. Something more original as opposed to the same old regurgitated bs.
Religion
I am not religious myself, but I do like to learn about religion. It tells you a lot about people, history, and social psychology. Really, I just like to learn about people. The history of people.
Genetics, DNA, human migration.
Again, this one is really just learning about people
Politics
This one obviously is a touchy subject, it's easier having these conversations with people of similar views and a literate mind.I will talk politics with an opposing view, but once it moves past a debate, where both sides are talking but no one is being heard, that's the point I walk away. I am interested in psychology and history, with politics too. Things like Machiaveli.
As I have said before, you are also welcome to share your interests and see if there is enough mutual interest to have a good conversation. I am also open to talking just to talk, If I am on here, it's likely I dont have anything better going on anyway.
MistressWoff61 Oh? You think you are free when you are NOT at home? I think it is the opposite. I think you are free when you are at home & a prisoner when you are away in the vanilla world. You are a vanilla prisoner; one of their rules, their thinking, their ways of acting. They are suffocating you with their blandness, with their very vanilla-ness. Vanilla is the most boring of the paint colours, of society`s rules & regulations of governing you: how you act, what you say, thoughts & dreams. The very fact that you love seeing yourself get beaten proves this. That is not Vanilla. That is very UN-vanilla like. More like Rocky Road where you never know if and when you get a marshmellow or a nut with the rich chocolate flavour. Like you never know when I will sneak into your room and wake you with a smack across your thighs or ass, perhaps administer a brutal beating or rope you up like a cow or pig. The Dice Game is like Rocky Road Ice Cream as well, you never know what you get when you roll. {Excerpt from an old email in response to an ex-slave's journal entry, I thought it was appropriate}
MistressWhipplash I don't use the term fake when describing a person who isn't suitable for Me. A bottom pushing his own needs is off my radar because an actual submissive with five years experience ar giving up authority outside of play and in life who drives his own car, who already goes to munches and clubs is IN my radar.
So many on here who contact Me are not suitable so I rarely login here. Guys wonder where all the Dominant Women are? They are not on here for the reason I just gave. Pushy bottoms want a a kink service but don't go to fetish clubs to get their kink fix. There are plenty of tops at fet clubs happy to give twenty minutes of play for a drink and foot rub. Quid-pro-quo, give something in return as two human beings. Simple.
Mistress Whipplash Ma'am
MistressNikkiVixen I’ve been looking at what fills my messages lately—and I have questions.
Too many hollow approaches. No restraint. No awareness. No sense of tone.
Just presence without purpose.
And I don’t believe that happens in isolation.
So I’ll ask it directly—
What are you cultivating?
Because the men arriving in my space reflect the environments they’ve been allowed to exist in. If they lack restraint, if they lack discipline, if they don’t understand how to approach with intention… that didn’t come from nowhere.
That was permitted. Reinforced. Played with.
And I’m not interested in inheriting the result of that.
There’s a difference between engaging and indulging.
If you that line long enough, you create men who don’t know how to regulate themselves. Who think access is casual. Who mistake attention for acceptance.
And then they arrive… unrefined.
I find that disappointing.
Because the standard, for me, has always been clear.
The men—and women—who serve me operate at a different level. There is restraint. There is awareness. There is composure.
I don’t lower myself to meet chaos.
And I don’t invest in weakness.
So this is a challenge as much as it is a statement—
Be honest about what you’re building. Be intentional about what you encourage.
Because what you allow will always show up somewhere.
And right now… it’s showing up in my messages.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
BecomingMegan Look, here's the deal. If you are going to make your first email something like, "On hormones?" or "how is your search going?" or "are you currently owned" i am going to either give you a smartass reply, delete your email and if i am in a mood i will probably block you.
So i will make you a promise becaue i know a lot of sub/slaves don't reply and it makes the effort of having written an actual introduction email seem like wasted time. If you send me an intro email that is more than 2-3 sentences, doesn't demand information of me right off the bat and actually does tell me why you are writing to me in the first place, then I GUARANTEE I WILL REPLY. 100%. I promise. (not including copy and paste generic messages you send to everyone).
Yes. I get it. I'm being cunty. That's okay. What you need to understand is that I get a bunch of emails every time I log in that have those annoying demands or questions or make zero effort. So, nothing about those emails makes you stand out from the others. So I repsond to anyone who puts in just the slightest amount of effort and ignore those who don't. It's simple.
Also: by means of an update, obviously I'm not 18 anymore but I'm afraid to update my profile here. my birthday is January 28th. So take the age 18 and the year i started my profile here and add a year for every year between now and then and you'll know exactly how old i. am now.
Finally, unless you are a really mean, perverted, nasty daddy, you're probably not the right Man for me. i. am looking to become owned property. Can i. be Your daughter too? Sure. But i. am not looking for a soft dominant. Unless You see me first as property and chattel, we won't be a match.
TBM66 Meeting Derek Mears last Saturday at Days Of The Dead Atlanta (2/22/25) was AWESOME!
So glad he didn't cancel this time, he was SO FRIENDLY SO CHATTY. Lol
He really seems to enjoy going to horror conventions to meet and mingle with fans, like Myself, I managed to upload a pic of Derek Mears and myself to share. Yes he is really tall, but not meanacing at all. Lol
No! He really is a gentle giant of a man in person.
Smiles
Hope to run into Derek Mears again at another Days Of The Dead, and I was so sad to hear about Tony Todd passing away last year.
RIP Candyman
silkscarfslave I had enough experience tying up my girl-friend to know really quickly there was no way I was going to slip or work my way out of the tie. That meant I was going to have to find a way to loosen the knot. But the girls had me by the elbows, so I had to let them turn me around and shove me back on the couch.
They sat there on either side of me and went back to watching their stupid talent show, and I tried to work my fingers around to find the knot. I tried to to let them see, but Nancy noticed and didn't bother to do anything about it. She knew what she was doing, as it turned out a lot more than I did.
A commercial came on and my girl-friend got up to go to the bathroom. I tried to reason with Nancy, and responded by getting up and going to her bedroom for a second, and coming right back out with a handful of scarves. She reaached under her skirt, took off her panties, and before I could resist, stuffed them in my mouth. She took one of the scarves, knotted it and gagged me with it. She told me I'd better keep my mouth closed enough to hide the panties, or my girl-friend would freak out if she knew. And she was right, my girlfriend would have freaked out and even more if she knew how turned on I was getting.
LondonTriangle Dear Men,
I have had a few admirers and they all in some ways reveal they admire my sexual ambition but could not participate.
I have no interest having finding 2 gay men, I am sure the feeling is mutual.
I have no interest in seeing 2 men demonstrate an affection for each other.
I was curious in exploring a dynamic where I have an open relationship with 2 men.
I was curious to build up to situation where 2 men would feel comfortable pleasing me at the same time.
I feel I am just a true bachelorette, no kids, no drama, independent.
It is easier developing a relationship where the 2 men are single, not married, no kids (nothing wrong with having kids just I don't want to be blamed for not playing the step mum role).
Some men have said they are interested in cuckhold.
Some have said they are bi-curious.
but all seem to fear I want to covert a straight man into a gay lifestyle.
All it takes is for me to get on really well with 2 men and to just supply the whisky and on with the show.
:)
FrozenIceDragon Who am I? Well that is an interesting question. I am myself. I am who I am. I have learned you can not change who you to make others happy. You have to be yourself and you will be happy and so will others. IF they do not like you then they are not friends.
I have been told that I can not be a Mistress because I am quiet and shy. Well guess again! I am very much a Mistress and very much shy and quiet. I just am that way when I first meet people. I have always been a quiet shy person at first but then my bossy side can come out. I have worked hard to reign that side in unless I am with my partner. I am a very loving and affectionate person. I love to just come up and kiss who ever I am with, hold hands, or even just wrap my arms around them. I do not mind if they do the same to me.
So on that note, I am a very shy person when you first meet me. I will be until I'm comfortable with you. That may take an hour or may take weeks, but once I am comfortable you will see the my goofy quirky spazzy side. Though when pissed off you do not want to be in my way.
And now for the kink sideI'm a Mistress looking for someone to add to her family. I'm sweet, loving caring Mistress that gets to know her subs/slaves so I know how to interact with them. I learn what they like and dislike and go from there.
To me this lifestyle isn't just about playing around, its about building a relationship with the other person, about building trust. So I mix my 'vanilla' side with my 'kink' side. Because they are the same person just different aspaspects of me. How can you get to know someone if you do not know every side of them?
pizzapuppiescows I've been thinking a lot lately about the American Dream. Growing up, I wanted what I assume most middle class people wanted. It never occured to me that there was something else to want. You get married. You buy a nice house with a garage and a dog, have a few kids, keep your yard neat, and work 9 to 5 basically forever.
It's not what I want these days. I love my house, but I don't need it like I used to. All of the things are suddenly just things. Well yes, okay, I have intense feelings for some of my clothes. Mostly though, I think I could take my dog and drive away. Shouldn't I want this more? Want more more?
I'm at a crossroads in my career, in that I don't want to be doing this anymore, but I don't know what it is I want to be doing. I am not independently wealthy and I never did nab that husband, so a job it is. I would like to work remotely so I can hang out with my dog, or work somewhere she is welcome. I'm not sure what's out there and what will pay the bills. Part of me wants to sell everything and move somewhere to lead a less compicated life. I'm not sure I'm at the point where that would be enough. Then again, I weeded and put down mulch the other day. Who is this person? KinkySubBottom4U Okay, this needs to be said, so please read.I don't care if you are male, female, trans or how you identify. That is your choice and i will respect it. I don't care if you are Hetero, Pan, Gay or Lesbian. It is ALL good! I don't care what your age is, please be legal! Or how fat or thin you are. Whether you are ripped and shapely or fat, flabby or chubby. You can be hairy, hairless, bald, gray, wrinkled or smooth. I don't care what color you are or your national or ethnic origin. I don't care whether you are cut or uncut. I don't care how long or thick your cock is! I don't care if you are a heavy cummer or if you cum at all! Hell, I don't even care if you can get it up with or without meds, or at all! I don't care how big your boobs or how phat your ass is....
WHAT I DO CARE ABOUT... is YOUR attitude! You must be Dominant! You must take charge. Be demanding. Be sadistic (but sane!) Be kinky. Be perverted. Be creative.Don't ask me what i want to do. Tell me what i am going to have to do!Don't make me wheedle out your desires and interests. TELL ME what they are! And as a side note; the Loves, Likes etc lists on here don't really tell much of a story, so be prepared to explain.You are not going to shock me or scare me off with your dark and kinky desires. In fact, if you won't, or can't, tell me; then i am not likely to meet you under any circumstances!I won't go into a session without some idea as to what to expect!I am happy to chat or exchange emails. Discuss your desires. Explain, if i can, the options. If all you want is hot and nasty chat, i am good for that as well.
alenaslight You want a chase
And I'll give you one baby
Two can play this game
I'll have you coming back
Make me scream your name in bed
And afterwards I'll push you away
Then I'll sing songs to you and dance for you
But you mustn't touch
I'll have you crawling back to mate
But oh why should I cave in
I'll tell you no
And smile as I walk away
Want a chase I'll give you one
Remember you put me on that pedestal
Now I'll have you begging you didn't
Two can play the game giving a way for a chase
I'll be your prey in this scene
But can you catch me or will I get away?
Darling your making me dangerous like you
Touch me and it will burn
Just like you did to me
After all we dance in the flames
The pain sounds like your name
Now I have you begging me asking if you're going insane
MrPlacebo On The Possibility of a Dream
When I was 20something, I discovered Female Domination like a supernova in the night sky. It bathed my thoughts in a different light, it revealed hidden meanings in the way I felt, and it made it seem like anything was possible. It was strongly sexual - physical. Almost like a drug that charged me and made everything more vivid, more alive. In the center of this supernova was an archetypal vision - Woman, the essence of all I desired, the goal of all my efforts. The embodyment of all good and pleasure.
Impressive as this was, I think it was incomplete. Now it's been 30 years, and with the help of several intelligent and perceptive Dominas, i can see more clearly. i realize that this raw power, the blind almost biological impulse, is made human, civilized, and meaningful by service - from bending to and serving a real woman. Not an archetype. A human being with her dreams, fears, hopes, and yes weaknesses.
Does this mean I think my initial vision was wrong? No - I think that almost primeval response is the natural fuel for a rock-solid relationship. It is the capacity of seeing my partner as the channel, the embodyment of that feminine divine energy, that can charge our whole relationship and add layers of meaning "vanilla" relationships lack. Is this a dream? Maybe. But I know my soul is religious and its dream religion is the woman i would share my life with.
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
MissyMichelle Please do not lie to me! If you lie you may get away with it for a short while but you will doom the relationship to fail in the long run. If you and I get to the point where I accept you into my service you will give all contact information like your real name, address, and phone number and we will communicate by phone and sometimes on video and we will work toward getting on a plane for real life visits. If you can not do this, or if you dont want to do this, then do not write me and tell me that you want to serve. I am tired of people telling me that they want to sweep my floor but they don't feel comfortable telling me their name! Get real.I will train you in how to think and how to serve. Training your thinking is detailed and involves defining words so that you and I mean the same thing when we speak. It does not start out sexual at all. It will be like school. You will take notes and be tested. But before we start that process you will provide the same kind of identifying information you would need to provide to a school about who you are. It is not the first thing I ask, but I will ask for it eventually so don't start out telling lies.I can accept MANY things about you from your past. When I say that I accept them it means that I accept that you have these things in your past. It does not mean that you will be able to continue those things. If you have made mistakes you can tell me, and we will decide how you should proceed from this point. If you can be submitted and committed, then you can succeed. If you want to say how things should be or how they will progess then you will fail.Do you still want to serve?If you do want to serve be sure to show me that you have read this journal article by summarizing this article, and any other journal articles, and summarizing my profile in your own words in your first letter to me. This will show me that you have read my full profile and journal and it gives you an opportunity to tell me the things you like best (or worst) about what you have read. If you write me with just a one liner or even a short paragraph I will know that you have NOT read my entire journal and profile. And that you would rather disrespect me by writing before even investigating what I have written.
I will return all letters from those who make this sincere effort.Miss Michelle
SlutSnuggleButt Lets talk about self care, skin care and smelling beautiful, sexy for my man
Morning Routine:
Cleansing: I start my day with a mild cleanser to freshen up my face. It’s essential to remove any impurities that may have settled overnight.
Toning: After cleansing, I use a soothing toner. This helps in balancing the skin's pH and prepares it for the next steps.
Moisturizing: A good moisturizer keeps my skin soft and supple throughout the day. Since I have a preference for girly and feminine things, I always opt for moisturizers that have a subtle feminine fragrance.
Sunscreen: Living in Texas, it's vital to protect my skin from the sun. I always wear sunscreen with SPF 30 or more. This also helps in preventing premature aging.
Evening Routine:
Double Cleansing: After a day at the law firm and the occasional weekend beautician work, it’s crucial to get rid of all the makeup, dirt, and sweat. I start with an oil-based cleanser followed by a water-based one.
Exfoliation (twice a week): I exfoliate to get rid of dead skin cells. This helps my skin breathe and feel smooth.
Toning: Rebalances my skin.
Night Cream: I use a night cream that's a bit richer than my day moisturizer. It helps in the skin's rejuvenation process overnight.
Eye Cream: To keep those under-eye areas hydrated and reduce the appearance of fine lines.
Waxing and Hair Removal:
Waxing: Twice a month, I get a full-body wax. It not only removes hair but also exfoliates, leaving the skin smooth.
Post-Wax Care: After waxing, I use a soothing aloe vera gel to calm any inflammation.
Nair Hair Removal Cream: About a week after waxing, if there's any regrowth, I use Nair to get rid of those pesky hairs. Its fragrance leaves my skin smelling beautiful and feeling silky smooth.
Scent Secrets:
Sensual Perfumes: I have a collection of perfumes that I adore. Each morning, choosing one is like selecting the right outfit. I enjoy scents that are a mix of floral and musk as they exude femininity and sensua
MzticStormz I responded to an email today in which I wrote because ai realized I am done. I figured I would post it here being as when I try to change my profile Collar space goes into spaz outs and threatens to lock me out.
"Due to yet another year of Covid, health issues of my own, and general life, I have decided that I can no longer be a responsible Owner The desire is still there but taking a slave is a huge responsibility and time sinkI have friends and history in the kink community that I stay in touch with, which I dont delete my profiles here and on FetLife.
So there it is folks. Have a kinky happy life.
~~ Mz Stormz
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
MistressMaguire Compelled
compelled to Dominate Men.
No matter how much she tried, no matter what she wore, her mirror, overwhelmed her with Dominant Femininity.
An aura of command perfumed the atmosphere.
Exotic, clinging, rising upwards from her hips.
Intoxicating any man foolish enough to look in her direction.
With greater frequency and intensity the Dominant Cravings filled her heart with glee.
Experience taught her that the less she cared about her object of submission, the greater her excitement and consequently her satisfaction.
By encasing the object in a leather or rubber hood, it became a flesh and blood pleasure unit.
A thing to torture.
A quivering, drooling, grunting and sweating thing.
She panted with laughter at the thought of her wicked ideas becoming reality.
She had but to dial the phone to summon a pleasure unit.
Satisfying to be sure, however, not nearly as much fun as putting a vanilla subject under her heel.
nymphea These writings are my thoughts. They're neither right or wrong simply what I think and feel. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions;
Submission evolves just like everything else. However, we fundamentally stay the same. We have that deep need, want, desire to serve. I believe a Dominant will build a submissives confidence. He will build her up and show her how strong she is because He is confident in His Own Dominance.
Anyone can Own a doormat. Not everyone is capable of Owning a strong minded, confident woman.
Ultimately the submissive doesn't have to bow down to every Tom, Dick or Harry just because they call themselves a Dom. You do not have to address them as sir or master or any other title. Submission should be earned through Mutual Respect, Trust and Honesty.
Like any relationship it takes time to get to know each other. The deeper the bond the deeper the submission. I do think as a submissive we should try to conduct ourselves respectfull. When lucky enough to be Owned we need to be mindful that we are a reflection on our Owners.
Before a submissive is Owned they hold their power in their hands. They owe it to themselves to be strong and ask questions. Remember when you submit you are putting your life in that persons hands. Do you both want the same things? Yes of course you want to be led out of your comfort zone but, you want to be as safe as possible.
Always remember to have a safety call set up when you meet someone for the very first time. Listen to your gut. If something feels off then trust that feeling. Don't feel pressured into accepting things that don't sit right with you.
Most of all enjoy this beautiful lifestyle and stay happy and safe 👌🏻
DirtyDarling Adieu
Yes, maybe it is true.Yes, maybe it is true that maybe i am blue.maybe i am blue, and maybe it is because of you.You were on the venue.i took the cue, and gave what was due,but you didn't follow through.i was at your pew, face to your shoe,You left me like a whoop-de-doo;You didn't renew,You didn't rescue,my confidence in you has flew, askew.There will be no break-through,no rendezvous,no well-to-do point of view.This is World War Two, thank you,and i wont argue how bitter i stew,or how i feel a devalue inyour discontinued virtue.Because now,i see you now at face value.And now i cling to my own Bellevue -my own worldview -And i shall paint her deep blue,because yes, maybe it is true,maybe it is true that maybe i am blue,and maybe it is because of you, mind you -my dear Safeword, Adieu.~ dirtydarling
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.
Missblue303 Love is giving someone the power to destroy you...but trusting them not to.
Thoughts on submission....
Submission is not about being used,
submission is about being of use.
Submission is not thinking less of yourself,
Submission is thinking of yourself less.
Submission is not about what is done to you
Submission is what you can do for her.
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!
VTFemaleEunuch Recently I decided to start looking for a Dominant/partner(s).
I am Ethically Non-Monogamous and happily so. I am sure, with that hitch, that finding the Dominant I am looking for will be challenging.
This July, after getting therapy for 2 1/2 years, I woke up one morning wondering if I had gotten it "wrong." This wasn't for the lack of trying. I've attempted a power dynamic four different times.
What if I was attempting to fit myself into a container created by stereotypical spiel of what a submissive is? The spiel is that you must have a 24/7 relationship to be happy. And there was a sure way to do power dynamics and a specific way not to do power dynamics.
During my time of hiatus in relationships, I've explored a lot. I've developed a sweet co-parenting kinky caregiver arrangement with two individuals, a sadomasochism connection with a good friend, and an exploration of what makes me happy. This week while I have been lying in bed thinking about missing having someone hold me accountable for reading and writing book reports. I was part of this dynamic a while ago in a recent relationship. I came to love the expectation and being expected to do this, but the connection was riddled with potholes and unhealthy manipulation. The slave practice of this is what a friend describes as an Academic Power Slave.
I'm going to need to unpack this more. I have already had someone reach out and ask me what I am looking for right now. I can say that I am not looking to "hook up" with someone to get a perceived need met and fulfilled quickly.
What I am looking for, what I do know, is that I am looking for four things.
I am looking for someone(s) who wants to have a committed relationship with me.
Who is looking for non-traditional services, like a concierge and specialized services.
Who has their mental health and ducks in a row and puts continuous work on themselves.
Who is comfortable and affirming non-monogamy.
TheRenewedJourney Gorilla - A BDSM/Kink Anthem or Poetry?
I just needed a distraction. Saving the lives of the chronically ill is draining. I pondered my options, what better way to regain my sanity than to drown myself in music. It helped...for a bit. Until my playlist stopped at Gorilla, by Bruno Mars. Of course it's familiar, it's on my freaking playlist. But it's a bit odd that I never really took the time to devor the words...until today.
As a self-proclaimed sapiosexual with a narrotophilia fetish, I started to wonder - is Bruno an undercover kinkster or a creatively raunchy poet? I mean come on...
-"I'm feeling like I'm 30 feet tall" - I'm a powerful dude (aka- Dom or Master)
-"Lay it down, lay it down", "Let me hear you say you want it all...say it now, say it now" - a demand
-"Look what you're doin', look what you've done" - I'm hard/game on
-"But in this jungle, you can't run" - this world/BDSM/Kink, you can't escape
And if you listen closely to the melody, not only can you actually feel him thrusting, with every perfectly timed percussive beat, you can also "hear" the girl cumming through the chaos of instruments that ramp up to the highest note near the conclusion of the song.
Suffice it to say, I struggled to focus for the rest of the day, but it was so worth it.
As for my pondering, the jury's still out - bestowing the title of anthem or even ode to BDSM is a bit much, so I think I'm leaning towards a deliciously raunchy poem.
Thoughts from the horde?
-RJ
TeaMenthe On Realistic Expectations and the Woman You Are Serving
Let me be plain with you, because plainness here is a kindness and I have never been interested in the alternative.
I attended a funeral last weekend. Alone.
I want to sit with that for a moment before I say anything else, because it is the most precise illustration I could offer of everything this journal is about. There is a specific and particular indignity in navigating grief in public without someone beside you. Not because I cannot do it, I can do anything alone, I have proven this repeatedly and without fanfare. But because a woman like me should not have to. Because the presence of a devoted and capable partner at your side during the hardest moments of ordinary life is not a luxury. It is what partnership is for. It is, in fact, one of the most fundamental things a serious dynamic should provide: someone who stands beside you in the moments that cost you something, who carries the social weight of difficult occasions, who is simply and solidly there so that you can grieve or endure or simply get through the day without also having to do it visibly alone.
I disdain it. I will not dress that up. I disdain walking into rooms full of people as a woman unaccompanied, not because my worth requires a witness, but because I have built enough of a life to deserve someone who shows up for it completely, including the parts that are not beautiful or exciting or charged with the particular electricity of our dynamic. The funeral is not glamorous. It is not a candlelit dinner or a weekend in Greece. It is a Saturday in grief clothes standing in a room full of loss, and I will do it with my back straight and my composure intact because that is who I am, and I will come home to an empty house afterward, and I will feel the absence of what should be there with the specific sharpness of something that is missing rather than something that never existed.
This is what I mean when I talk about realistic expectations cutting in both directions.
I am a mother first. This is not a disclaimer. It is not an apology. It is the organizing fact of my life around which everything else, including you, arranges itself. I have two children in their preteen years, which anyone who has raised children knows is one of the most demanding and most critical seasons of a young person's life. They require my presence, my attention, my emotional availability, my time, and my energy in quantities that do not leave a remainder to be distributed according to your preferences. If you have arrived here expecting a Goddess with unlimited hours and frictionless availability, you have arrived at the wrong door. This weekend, I had my children. My time was spent on them, because it is exactly where that time should be spent.
I am also finishing my education, because I am a woman who does not stop building herself simply because life has become complex. I work. I manage a household. I carry the particular and invisible weight that women carry, the planning and the anticipating and the holding of a thousand threads simultaneously, the mental labor that has no clock-out time and no weekend.
What this means for you practically is something I need you to hear completely before you decide whether this life is what you actually want or simply what you have romanticized from a comfortable distance.
My time is not abundant. It is finite and it is precious and it is allocated with the precision of someone who cannot afford to waste it. There will be days, entire stretches of days, where the children need me and school demands me and work requires me and what is left over is not nothing but it is quiet and it is mine and I will spend it restoring myself rather than managing your need for attention. This is not neglect. This is the reality of serving a woman with a full and serious life, and if you cannot hold yourself with dignity and purpose during those stretches then you are not the caliber of person this dynamic requires.
A serious long term FLR TPE with a woman like me is not a constant performance of dominance and submission playing out in real time every hour of every day. It is a structure. It is an understanding so deeply embedded in the way we live that it does not require constant activation. It runs underneath everything, informing how the household operates, how decisions are made, how resources are allocated, how your time and energy are directed even when I am at a school pickup or a study session or simply in a bath with the door closed and my phone face down.
Your place in this dynamic is to raise me. Not in the sense that I require raising. In the sense that your devotion, your service, your resources and your effort should be oriented toward elevating my life, reducing my load, creating space around me so that I can be the mother, the student, the professional, and the Goddess that I am without the additional friction of a partner who has become another item on my list of things to manage.
You are not here to add to my weight. You are here to carry some of it.
That means the household runs because you run it. It means my children's lives are easier because our home is stable and managed and full of the kind of calm that only exists when someone competent is handling the infrastructure of daily life with care. It means you have found your purpose and your structure in the service itself, not in the moments of explicit dynamic play, because those moments are real but they are not the whole of what this is. The whole of what this is lives in the Tuesday afternoon when I have a deadline and a tired child and you have already handled dinner and the house is quiet and I can do what I need to do because you have made space for it.
It lives in the Saturday morning of a funeral when I do not have to walk in alone.
That is the submission I am describing. Not the aesthetic of it. The actual weight-bearing practice of it, daily, in the ordinary moments that make up most of a life. The grief clothes and the school pickups and the late study nights and the hard weekends. The presence that does not require the occasion to be significant in order to show up for it completely.
If you can find your satisfaction there, in the real and unglamorous work of elevating another person's existence, then you understand something essential about what I am offering and what I require. The collar and the candlelight exist. They are real and they are extraordinary. But they rest on a foundation of consistent, intelligent, humble service that asks nothing of me except that I receive it well.
I receive it very well.
But you have to bring it first, and bring it correctly, and bring it to the funeral as readily as you bring it to the beautiful moments, because the funeral is where it counts the most and the beautiful moments are easy.
I am worth the patience. I am worth the long view. I am worth showing up for on the hard Saturdays.
The question is whether you are the person who actually does.
Sydisa Here is my boundary regarding pictures.
I don't share photos on kink sites, period. My job puts me smack in the middle of the public, and they don't need to know the amount of information made possible on these sites. My alternative is to meet sooner rather than later, which is also why I say come to a munch I attend and let's see if there is something there. I also ask the person who lives close enough to the Bay Area to participate in a munch and meet for coffee. I bet you are better in person, too.
This boundary creates unhappy men who want their way; they want a picture, yet some don't have facial pictures either. I suppose a dick picture is representative of the little brain in action. Some don't like to be told no or are looking for something specific in a woman. This is not my problem; it's theirs!!! I let them hold their problem tight to their needy bosom. I find it entertaining when they lash out and start saying I'm fake this or that. Such fragile egos make them look like an asshats and make me realize I was right not to send or post pictures.
I am real. It hurts when I stub a toe or get a papercut. I have expectations, and if you do not like them, we will not work out. If you can see the possibilities by showing up away from the keyboard and coming out in public with other like-minded people, I would enjoy meeting you and starting a friendship. Meeting in person is so much better.
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
Master23Mike Master's Writings
Fundamentals: What Turns You on is Good & The Struggle Against Social Norms
Far too often I find individuals hung up on their internal permission to lean into what turns them on. They’ve discovered this or that excites them, but due to baggage from social norms, upbringing, or who knows what prior learning or pressures they experienced in their lives, they struggle to allow themself the space or freedom to explore this desire more fully. It tends to lurk in the realm of things taboo, and frequently causes them feelings of shame, guilt, or a need to closet this part of themself off from the world and hide.
I was chatting with a submissive the other day, who was struggling with a kink, they clearly found exciting, but felt immense guilt each time they approached it. They were essentially stuck in this tug of war between internal acceptance and desire fulfillment of this new found pleasure. This causing significant anguish emotionally as well as guilt for liking this new thing but knowing it was “wrong” somehow. As a person and as a submissive, they were seriously struggling with this both as a person and as a submissive.
I believe there are some fundamentals that I believe are core to this conversation, both for them as well as for others who struggle similarly:
Note: I will preface all of the following thoughts with the limitation that I am referring to pleasures, fetishes, kinks and actions that are consensual and safe for all involved.
Life is short, enjoy it however you can. I recognize this is a hedonistic view of things but life can be hard at times, I believe we should find pleasure and enjoy it wherever we can. What feels good, turns you on and brings you joy should be enjoyed. Pleasure is a very personal experience and as is the internal permission to allow yourself to enjoy the sensation. Seek out those pleasurable things and allow yourself to let them bring you happiness. Life is short.
What turns you on is good and Social Norms are just other people’s opinion. Regardless of what that is. If it floats your boat, its a good thing. Never let anyone else tell you its not. Most of us were brought up with social stigmas around sex, gender, nakedness, and so on. We were taught by parents, church, media what is what is evil or wrong. Social norms, prejudices, stigmas, and things designated as taboo are passed on by others. We are brought up believing them and because of that, they hold power over us and they are hard to shake off. Yet, I believe, so long as it does not impact another person, you and you alone have the right to determine what is right and good for you. You hold solvency over your mind, will, and body. As soon as you can see feelings of wrongness, taboo, or evil, as opinions conveyed to you by others. As soon as you begin thinking, evaluating and choosing for yourself what is right, good and pleasurable, you will be ready to embrace “what turns you on is good”, and you will be open to far more than you could imagine.
The journey of self discovery is an essential one. I believe discovering what you like and why you like it, is one of the beautiful journeys we get to experience as we enter the lifestyle. If we can maintain an open mind, open heart, and free ourself from feelings of guilt, shame, self judgment as we take this journey, we can learn more than we ever thought we could about who we are in life. There is an entire world out there of kinks, fetishes, aspaspects and combinations that may excite you, intrigue you, turn you on, or turn you off. Discovering these is a beautiful journey that goes far deeper than whether or not you like a thing. Understanding the why and the how, exploring what it is about a thing that speaks to you, brings a deeper understanding of who you are in ways you could never imagine.
Learning Acceptance for others builds acceptance of self. As we discover our own likes and dislikes, we learn that what turns you on is not always what turns others on. Accepting ourself and our own personal preferences requires us to embrace the idea that YKINMKBYKIOK (Your Kink Is Not My Kink But Your Kink Is OK). Here in the lifestyle community, we don’t judge, don’t condemn, or shame what others enjoy, just as we would never want to be judged, condemned, or shamed for what we like. The vanilla world is full of instances of non-acceptance and persecution, but not here. Accepting others perspectives and desires as different than your own, helps you find acceptance for yourself, and is a powerful thing.
When you can step outside yourself to see the struggle and understand it for why and why it is, you will be able to free yourself to understand yourself deeper and truly explore. To this submissive I spoke to, and others why may read this, I wish you a healthy, positive, and guilt free journey in the lifestyle. I hope you can embrace your pleasures fully and allow yourself to revel in them.
As someone wise once told me, when you discover your “Freak Flag”, that truth you’ve found about yourself, Waive it high and proudly.
MasterRDayton As some here know, I host a weekly Social Group in Real Time here in Dayton. I has been put on the back burner as it where, due to work and life. I have set as a monthly event.
Last week we talked of Collars and leashes. The meaning and use of them. There was some open play as well some private in the play room. Being that it is on Sudays, the turn out was a bit lower than I hoped but that only let memebers and guest be more open and realxed. As aways it was a blend of BDSM , Swingers and those with Fetish or Freak tendaces.
Next month the focuse will be on Rope Art and Bondage.
MASTER R.
RavenMoonSiren Desire
I lay in bed reading. My mind lost in the ecru pages with its black ink scrawled across. I was thoroughly enjoying my book when I felt a hand on my left foot. I looked up and at the foot of the bed he stood, looking at my legs, finger tips grazing my toes and tracing them to my foot and then my ankle.
I cleared my throat and he looked up at me, sheepish grin on his cute little mouth. He appeared to be waiting, perhaps asking for permission.
I sighed, pretending to be annoyed, and said, "fine, my sweet boy, you may" and I lifted my foot to his face.
"Thank you, Empress." He cooed as he began first to inhale and then kiss my foot.
"Don't start anything you don't intend to finish, puppy" I said as I returned to my book. Trying to focus on the words as his tongue lathed each little digit, tickled the arch of my foot, lapped at my heel, was difficult. I curled and uncurled my toes at the sensations that tickled its way up to the juncture where my thigh met my panties.
I peeked at him over the book. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavy. A bulge existed in his sweatpants. I may have moaned under my breath and at that he began to rub my calf muscle, massaging me. He must have been in a mood. Anticipating one another's desires hadn't always been easy but it seemed today he wanted to touch and be denied.
He was supposed to fetch his cage when he was in this mood otherwise he was left free. I enjoyed most to tease and play when he had access but couldn't find release without permission. I liked feeling it against me and saying no to it.
"My love?" I said with an imploring tone
He opened his pretty eyes, hazel green with flecks of gold, and stopped moving but kept my toes in his mouth as he said, "yes, Empress?".
"Are you wearing your cage?"
He released my leg and toes and pulled his sweat pants down to reveal that he was locked up in his cage. His cheeks warmed, maybe I made a face of appreciation. Now that he was in it he'd have to beg to be out of it. As he went to pull up his pants I stopped him with my right foot. Pressing my toes into the cage and pushing it up into his body. He opened his legs to give me more room as he reached for the foot he'd forfeited. "Did I give you permission to lock away my property?"
"No, Ma'am, sorry Ma'am." He said with his cheeks flushed.
I was no longer trying to read and I maintained uncomfortably long eye contact before nodding at him to resume his current task. I returned to my book but could only look at the words swimming across the page.
They were like nonsense to my brain as my other senses were being over powered by the pleasure of my love's service.
As he began to rub my leg harder and kiss my foot with more passion I suddenly kicked him away. Loving the look on his face at my sudden rejection.
I crossed my legs and pretended to read as he stood waiting. A whimper escaped his throat, truly a puppy, and I laughed.
This game was a favorite of mine.
If he wanted anything he'd have to ask, beg, crawl and suffer for it.
"Please..." he said.
I pretended not to hear an incomplete sentence, waiting, my heart racing and my pussy growing wetter. I crossed my legs again and the little bells on the anklet on my right ankle made a beautiful sound. I curled and flexed the toes on that foot, encircled by two rings, knowing I had his attention.
He cleared his throat.
"Please, Empress, may I touch you, your feet?"
"Hmmm, no" I turned the pages of the book that I hadn't been reading. I made a mental note to memorize the page I could last remember. What I wanted was to ravage my boy. Make him cry. Shove my toes into his mouth even if it was too far and he gagged. I needed the tears now.
"Kneel", I said softly as I looked at the pages of the book in my hands.
"If you want anything you'll have to bleed for it, fetch the toys."
He crawled and carefully brought back a bag of equipment from the hall closet. Belts used to bind him, rope, tape, hoods, gags, and a cattle prod.
I turned the page of my book slowly as he remained on his knees with the bag on his upright hands. Endurance would benefit him. We had grown fond of torturous tasks.
Walls squats near my chair so I can rest my feet on his knees. Bridge pose for the same reason. Back bends so I can sit comfortably on his body as I tie my shoes. Anything to put his body to the test. Kneeling with his arms out, palms up, holding the heavy bag was just the thing to amuse me. When his arms began to tremble is when I decided to close my book and focus on him entirely.
I took the bag from him and gave the rest command. He relaxed on his knees, palms up waiting to receive. His face was flush but not just from the shear pleasure of being allowed to serve or the humiliation of being an object, but also due to the arduous task, and he had begun to sweat.
"Undress." He stood to follow my command and then returned to the rest position. I slowly picked out the tools we'd need to play today.
"Are we in the mood for pain, I think so" I said out loud as if truly asking him, as if it weren't my decision to make" he remained quiet.
I took out his special hood. Custom just for him. It laced down into a neck corset. He couldn't see, or speak from within. He couldn't kiss me or be bitten on his lips.
I took out leather belts with satin affixed to the side that would touch his skin. For his legs and arms.
"Open" I commanded and he spread his legs, exposing himself straining in his cage. I could see the beating of his heart as the cage bobbed. I got down to his level and affixed two belts to his bent legs, preventing I'm from standing.
"Inspection." I commanded and he put his hands to the back of his head which prepped his arms for being equally disabled by two shorter belts on each arm.
"Now, how will you touch me without hands?" I asked. Quietly he pushed his face into my legs and rubbed against them, scooting his body closer and attempting to rub his full body on me. I pushed him off and laughed as he fell backwards with a thud.
I sat on his chest and slid the hood onto his head but couldn't lace it. I lifted onto my knees and he rotated knowingly so that I could tie him tight. Then I stood up, leaving him alone in the dark. I tiptoed and climbed quietly into bed, on my tummy, as he lay on the floor, I watched him for a long while to see what he would do.
What COULD he do? Bound as he was, I had not ever tested if he could crawl. I climbed down from the bed and tiptoed out of the room and walked back in as if I was returning from elsewhere. He jerked in the direction of my sounds, bells tinkling on my anklet, I noisily gathered a chain leash and walked to his helpless body and attached it to the ring on the collar of his special hood.
"Come, puppy." I called in my sing song voice, the very one I use for my cats. "Come on, my h
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.
Wolf87 I saw this on Reddit. thought it was a good list so sharing it here:
Lots of people talk about Red Flags, but what about green flags?
Let's talk about green flags. The things you want to recognize as a potential good partner.
1.They ask about your limits and check in on you during play.
2. They encourage you to have other friendships in the scene.
3. You can talk to them transparently in and out of dynamic
4. You have compatible kinks to play with.
5. They actively seek out enthusiastic consent.
6. They embrace the constant negotiations and renegotiation that is part of relationships
7. The lack of drama is a bit boring but really cozy. People just do not talk about the fact that healthy relationships just do not have that drama cycle.
8. They are respectful and nice to people they do not want to fuck.
9. Their ex's are not all 'crazy". Talks about exs with respect. If someone only has 'crazy' exs then I am thinking they is a crazy maker ie they are reacting to their bad behavior.
10. They are a safe driver. Shitty drivers most likely will not be safe with you either.
11. They do not shit on your interests, in fact they encourage you to develop yourself.
12. They do not ask for nudes right away.
Deuteronomy5 12-JUNE-2026 SOMETIMES YOU GOTTA DROP THE PROGRAM. By dry creek wrangler school. YOUTUBE. He talks horseflesh and near the end says it applies to people too, which I know.My mom, a horticulturalist said it about plants. I am not sure why many Doms, Masters, Owners don't understand it about subbies/slaves and anyone under their care? Dwayne explains it in 20 minutes and either you get it or you, in your mind, are arguing with him. Over the last 19 years, on and off BDSM sites, and in my whole 57 years on this planet, and my LTR relationships, I can say, that as a slave with subbie tendencies, that it changes how I feel in myself when around the one sort of leader or the other. I find it is exacerbated here in BDSM. The ubermensch who insists on chipping away at a square peg for his round hole. He wants any subbie ro slave, no matter who she is, because he is sure she will fit if he chips away enough of her. When he makes a mess, he tosses her out and says she was rubbish to start with. She would of been perfect for a leader who has an empty square hole. Now she is all messed up. It is a sin as far as I am concerned, to do that to another human. To take leadership of other souls and yet want to change them without any regard for their innate and unchangeable DNA is not just bad leadership, it is a lie. It is the wolf who will devour a human just to feed a need, and leave a carcass. A shepherd wants and values his little sheep. He will get wool each year and new lambs. He looks after his sheep. He did not take a goat and get mad because it ate everything and climbed trees so he had to tie it down and destroy its nature..making it a mad and sad little goat. No. He looked for a sheep and knows its nature. It wants to graze peacefully. It listens out for his voice. It is docile and startles easily. He understands all its innate traits. No different to a plant. Some need light and lots of water to feel fulfilled. Other need the wind and dry air or they rot. Some need dramatic pruning but others will shut down under the shock. Yes. I understand pruning a sub or slave is necessary but there are many ways to go about it. Know the plant. Same with horses. They have different tackle because of their personality but they are innately a horse and not a giraffe. Also, with time, adapt. A new horse is not the one you end up with 5 years later. Be flexible. Know who you have under your care. How Many D and M and O on this site or any BDSM site or location are looking for what they need or will just grab anyone?
I get a fair amount of mail starting with how MUCH they will change me to fit them. I listen. Then I see how radically they will chip away and understand they will take any piece of wood. It doesn't matter. Someone sent me a brain worm. It has not stopped in my head. Wriggling around to make itself known.. it says that the substance of a thing is its innate quality. Thank you. I am who I am. You are who you are. I am a slave, yes, and I am perfect for the one who is looking for a shape that is my innate essence. A silent man will not appreciate my bubbly nature. He will shut me down. I will fade and lose my glow. Been there, had that. Leave me for the man who wants bubbles in his water. The one who loves the way it tickles his nose when he sips it. I do appreciate visits to your world in a chat or some message swaps. But it doesn't mean I am who you need in your life. When I say no, it is because I know myself well enough to understand you don't want a tickled nose. Leave me on the shelf. Walk on by. Keep searching. The right little filly is out there somewhere for you. Or, horror of horrors, you opt for a different sort of role and change your programme. The Dom who is prepared to morph into a Daddy Dom because he loves his little slave and wants her to be with him even if it means less sharp edges of discipline and more cuddles. That she prefers a nap with her teddy than a lecture on how to scrub the toilet perfectly. He gets a clean toilet after her nap and it is a win-win instead of tears and tension. Some with locked in fetish can't and won't. They will use and toss. Not just for an overnight or short interaction. Because It can take years of abuse but they will toss the human at some point. They got what they wanted and filled their need and disregarded the ruined person they throw out. Often with that intention to start with. One man I knew told me he loves the broken ones because they are easy to subjugate. Or the newbies or the very young ones.His whole technique was to trauma bond them, use them, toss them. At my age, I prefer sleeping on a park bench for the night or week or year than sleeping next to a man who is such a person. A slave can detest their owner. But cannot leave. The chains run too deep.A subbie will walk away from a Dom who does not push her into automatic submission because he triggers it from who he is, which is a naturally Dominant person. Once she is no longer a submissive around him, he has no hold on her. An owner can trauma bond a slave to create the chains....He can manipulate or use other forms of psychology to get her into slave-mode. But beware. If the barn door is left open, she will bolt for the hills and join the wild ponies. Chains dragging behind her. She will even eat off her foot if necessary. She will leave, deeply damaged, but will escape. Just saying. But a peaceful and happy slave will clean the doorstep, whistling in the sunshine, while you sleep in the hammock. The gentle sound of her bell and chains ringing in the afternoon air. She is not chewing her foot off. She is exactly where she wants to be. There is a difference. Ironically the very ones who need this lesson won't read this or waych Dawyne and understand. But it feels good for me to write as it reminds me to keep my eyes on the path ahead and not trip on the uneven pavement that are underfoot or worse, the dog mess... and the streets where I am are filled with both, just like BDSM dating sites are. Kiss kiss. Happy hunting folks....
PropertyOwner247 Well, I finally decided to unhide my profile after several years of isolation due to the pandemic. Thought I might be able to find a good slave boy just in case we ever have to go back into a lockdown situation so that I am not left all alone without a sub/slave to use. Nice to see there are fewer scammers, but seems there are less profiles, too. BUT apparently the head games and b,s, have not changed much! Guys, ghosting anyone is rude and unacceptable! It reflaspects poor character when you make a date or agree to submission and then just disappear without any word! Why would you lead someone on for several weeks and tell them how much you adore them, only to ghost and block them?? Hell, make up a viable excuse, but don't burn your bridges! At least show some consideration and that you can be responsible for your actions! And what is up with the old pics on profiles? Some of you have not updated your age or profile pic in the last 10+ years that I have been on this site!! Didn't you know you can change your personal stats without needing approval from Admin?? I realize pics need approval, but not to update your stats!
Up to this point, I have tried being socialable and understanding, but there comes a time when the Dom in me has to come out one way or another. If you cannot take a bit of verbal abuse and corporal punishment, you are in the wrong place. While I may enjoy levels of intimacy at times, I will not be your boyfriend. There are other sites for finding those types of guys.
This old troll will crawl back under his rock now!
BlueFyre Haha. Seems Drumf is a bad word on this site. Let's see if an edit makes the cut...
11/5/24 If you're a Drumf supporter, let's not waste each other's time. We will never be more than cordial acquaintances, at best. I genuinely cannot ever understand the mindset that accepts his behaviours in any way, shape, or form, let alone as leader and role model for this country and the world.
Apparently some people don't understand how politics plays into a site like this. In this case, it goes way beyond politics and into morality. I can be civil, as evidenced by my opening lines here. When what I really feel in my heart is:
I have no fucking use for you in my life, you fucking traitors to humanity, compassion, and decency. You call yourselves patriots and wave the US flag, all while supporting a would be dictator. You don't value Democracy, nor any of the millions of immigrants, women, disabled and/or ethnicly diverse individuals, or even children you've stepped on...y'know, people who make this country truly Great. Your red hats are just as UN-patriotic as if they were red coats. At least you got the color right, traitors.
LadyLaurelin I was here awhile back and left. Hello again.
I propose a power exchange. About me. I am a strong willed woman. I know what I want in life and am patient enough to wait for it. I've been active in this lifestyle for over 18 years. I would describe myself as a firm and demanding, loving sadistic, that delights in pushing her playthings to the point that is just this side of no return. I expect obedience. I give love, kink and a place to belong (kneeling at my feet). The setting. I live in the woods on the river, deep in the heart of a vast and beautiful land. Where the sun rarely sets in the middle of summer and rarely peeks it's head out in the middle of its winter wonderland. The exchange. I want to play with you. To hurt and humiliate you. To tend your wounds and then hurt you some more. At the end of the day I want you curled at my feet with a hot cup of tea in hand while we share witty banter about the days many activities. I also want my dishes done. My floor scrubbed. My door fixed. My garage cleaned. My art room organized. My garden weeded. My front deck built. This could start as a two week vacation or a repeat visit but should end as a lifetime venture. Serious inquiries preferred.
Baronsoy Breast play
Breast play is a common and consensual activity within BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Dominance, Submission, Sadism, Masochism) that focuses on the stimulation and sometimes restraint of the breasts for erotic pleasure. It's important to note that all activities within BDSM should be safe, sane, and consensual, with clear communication and boundaries between all parties involved.
Breast play can take various forms, and the intensity of the activity depends on the preferences and comfort levels of those participating. Here are some aspects of breast play in BDSM:
1. Sensation Play: This involves using various s or techniques to create different sensations on the breasts. It can include using feathers, ice, or even hot wax (with precautions) to stimulate the skin.
2. Bondage: Breast bondage involves the use of restraints, such as ropes, cuffs, or other materials, to restrict the movement of the breasts. This can add an element of submission and vulnerability to the experience.
3. Nipple Play: Nipple stimulation is a common aspect of breast play. It can involve using hands, mouths, or specially designed nipple clamps or suction devices to increase sensitivity and pleasure.
4. Role-Play: Some BDSM scenes involve role-play scenarios where one person takes on a dominant role while the other assumes a submissive role. This can include scenarios like a nurse-patient dynamic or a master-slave dynamic, depending on the participants' desires.
5. Safety and Communication: As with any BDSM activity, communication is key. Partners should discuss their desires, boundaries, and safe words to ensure that the experience is enjoyable and safe for everyone involved. Consent is paramount in all BDSM activities.
6. Aftercare: Aftercare is a crucial part of BDSM play. It involves providing emotional and physical support to each other after the scene. This can include cuddling, reassurance, and checking for any physical or emotional discomfort.
Remember that BDSM activities should always be consensual, and participants should have a clear understanding of their limits and boundaries. It's also a good practice to continually check in with your partner during the activity to ensure their comfort and well-being.
Opinion: It's important to prioritize safety and communication in any BDSM activity. Always establish clear boundaries and consent with your partner, and don't hesitate to stop if anyone feels uncomfortable. Mutual respect and trust are essential for a positive BDSM experience.
geoOct1st Current state of mind
i have been reminiscing on the choices i made and realizing i have allowed my fears and ego to stand in the way of pursuing my slavish needs. Once again i am in chastity 24/7, trying to feed my need for subjugation. The feeling of servility deepens with each passing day. Thoughts of absolute surrender fill my mind. my frustrations have me in a deep state of desperation and i am unclear on why this time chastity has affected me so deeply. As i look around, i find myself alone, void of any intimate contact. This was not my intention, but it is a product of my choices.
i am trying to accept the predicament i have put myself into. As my servility deepens, i sense i am to be a slave to all, no exceptions. It is difficult to maintain a position of authority when my demeanor is becoming extremely subservient. my chastity journey started as a curiosity. Then it became a way to fulfill my need for subjugation. Now it is my life. i am my own keyholder, yet i can’t unlock myself. It would be easy to do, but my psyche doesn’t allow it. It is like, i don’t have permission, but from who?
Dreams are a powerful influence. my sleep has been restless, filled with dreams of my inadequacies and subjugation. The individual in my dream is familiar, the voice i recognize, but where? They know what to say and do to intensify my feeling of humbleness. They receive pleasure in watching me slowly slip closer to absolute subjugation. Dreams of subjugation continue to fill my sleep, everyday i wake up in a more slavish state.
This has become a cruel spiral of emotions. The more i attempt to feed my need for subjugation, the more my slavish desires intensify, which in turn creates a stronger need for subjugation.
MsTxStorm Honestly, some of these "top from the bottom" people. lol
This jerk off, on email ONE, mind you, was making arraingments. Didn't even say hello. SERIOIUSLY?????
I have everything in my profile on what to send if wanting consideration, did he send it....no.
Demanding that I jump on phone and talk about moving, etc. Then stomping off having a fit because things are not done YOUR way, even though I say exactly how i do things within my profile, is not my idea of submissive.
I am talking to a real gentleman submissive, a few actually, but one in particular (you know who you are) LOL They could teach you a thing or two.
If you want to play submissive, and have everything done your way, then I suggest you go to a pro LOL
I so love the delete without reading feature, never have to read is crap ever again LOL
Hope this a-hole is gone for good. lol
commited12u
At Their feet…
…a place to kneel in devotion
…a place to listen attentively
…a place to adore Their mind
…a place to worship Their body
…a place to understand a lesson
…a place to feel home
…a place for so much more
LePhont So I suppose I should expand upon what we are seeking so as not to waste anyone's time.
I am absolutely not a Dom or even a switch, not really. Not in kink and not in life. But I am looking for a submissive. Who will let me have my way with them like a spoiled child. I want someone so wrapped around my fingers that even though there really aren't any consequences I can give them, and that even though they could over power me or outsmart me they choose not to they choose every second of their submission wholely over and over again. No matter what I am doing to them they choose me as their princess.
A submissive daddy type if you will. And daddys arent controlled with fear and pain and neglect but with love and attention and sweet words...and other tantalizing treats.
I feel this is the type of relationship Westley and Buttercup had. Lol.
Ok I am sure I have done a not so stellar job explaining this but hopefully a bit better then before.
Be well everyone.
As always curious friends are always welcome as well.
LadyOcean73 I Just realized on Dec 26th 19 years ago today. I went to be my first munch and became a member of my local BDSM community. I remember being so nervous. I had never dated or anything before that day. I was happy when I read an erotic novel and found the term BDSM and went down the rabbit hole. All the years I would have dreams and desires not understanding and thinking I was alone. I was 30 years old and started researching on AOL, Yahoo chat, the great websites at the time. To find the munch group and got my scene name from my email address. So nervous to meet at the munch group, Only about 5 of us were there that night being right after Christmas. I was so happy and excited and felt like I finally found home and people that would accept me and welcome me.
The lifestyle was fun and learned a lot but also wasn't the greatest as I would jump into things and the 7.5 years I was active did expereince abuse that still scares me today. I have triggers but also realize this is who I am and can't just be vanilla. I have missed being active in the lifestyle and miss my BDSM family. One day hope to find the right partners and get back to being active again.
I call this my BDSM birthday. And glad I found it. Just more cautious now.
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)
FunalphasubCHI
== Results from bdsmtest.org: ==100% Degradee100% Masochist100% Rope bunny100% Slave100% Submissive95% Experimentalist94% Voyeur91% Exhibitionist82% Primal (Prey)80% Pet49% Non-monogamist15% Vanilla10% Owner8% Primal (Hunter)0% Daddy/Mommy0% Rigger0% Ageplayer0% Brat0% Brat tamer0% Degrader0% Dominant0% Little0% Master/Mistress0% Sadist
Limits
only illegal things
bdsmsubmissive93 strength is gone
I am so done being strong im breaking and shattering like a broken mirror i cant stand this feeling im breaking down and i am so annoyed with myself but taking it out on everyone around me as i lay here tonight theres not much more i can take the tears are shedding and my self confidence is non existing just what i fucking need im still breathing so i guess thats an upside but fuck it all im so done pretending that im okay and if you cant accept me the way i am than whats the point of being my friend im just so over it
M2s39 Draw a symbol on your wrist or hand for me denoting you're mine. Could be a star or a heart. But make it small and cute.Then you can go about your day. And every time you notice it, you'll be reminded of what you really are. How badly you crave to be owned. How submissive your true nature is. How quickly you aim to please and obey.Make sure to keep track of how many times you looked at it. You'll be edging later to that amount.
ctandy86 Requirements as a submissive; honesty, trust, and genuine effort, not perfection.
I think a lot of people have the wrong idea or wrong impression of what it takes to be in a dynamic. They have this fairy tale mentality about BDSM dynamics and what they should be like. I imagine this is because in some ways they have been so romanticized and popularized that its a great fantasy for things to work out that way. Unfortunately though, that isn't reality. At least not for the majority of us. We don't need perfect. We aren't looking for perfect, and we don't want you to be perfect. What we want is honesty, trust, and genuine effort.
Now those three things can mean a lot more than what they look like on the surface. So lets break it down a little. Starting with honesty. What does honesty mean? Well it means a lot. It means being honest, being truthful, being real, meaning what you say, and saying what you mean. It means so much more than that but I think that you get the idea. Take it from someone who found out the hard way how difficult life can be when you don't live it honestly compared to how much easier it is when you just live within the truth. When there are no secrets or games and you are just you, all of the good parts and the bad. You take responsibility for yourself and your faults and when you screw up you admit it. You are honest about who you are and what you want. One of the biggest parts in honesty in my opinion though, being a person of your word. If you say you are going to do something, or that you wont do something, you hold yourself to it. Your word is your bond. If you cant do that then you really aren't worth much.
Next we move on to trust. So what is trust? Well to put it simply trust is a combination of honesty and actions. At least thats a very simply put version of what it is really. Without trust you can't build any kind of real foundation for anything. That applies to any kind of relationship and not just anything in the realm of BDSM. That applies to friendships and work relationships just as much as personal and romantic relationships. Without trust you can't ever really let yourself go in any situation. You are always on guard. Without trust nothing will work in the long term, it will all be just a superficial flash in the pan.
Last we come to genuine effort. You can have honesty and trust, but it wont mean much of anything unless a person is willing to put forth genuine effort. You can have all of the perfect components and get absolutely nowhere if only one person is putting forth any effort or if one person is only putting forth minimal effort. We all understand that everyone has a life, we are all busy, we all have things going on, we get that. All I'm saying is don't claim to want something if you aren't willing to put forth the effort in actually pursuing or developing it. Maybe you don't put in the effort because you are scared, or any number of 100 different reasons, who knows. What I do know is how absolutely disheartening it can be when someone tells you over and over again that they want something with you and then they just never show up. If you want it, then you have to put forth the effort. Actual genuine effort. And yes that may mean taking time out of your day doing other things that you normally do like watching tiktoks or whatever other superficial thing it is that you spend most of your time doing. When you tell someone repeatedly that you want something with them, but also that you never have time for them its difficult but most people will still make an effort. When they later find out that you actually spend hours a day on social media not actually doing anything and you are still claiming that you don't have enough time for them thats a giant slap in the face. Learn how to prioritize what is important if these are things that you actually want and stop playing with the people that do actually want them if you don't.
Honesty, trust, and genuine effort. In my opinion, I don't feel like those things are too much to ask, at least not to start with. Maybe I'm wrong, who knows. I've been known to be a little old fashioned in my values in that sort of way. Maybe I'm no longer with the times. If thats the case then so be it I guess. I have a feeling that I'm not the only one that thinks the way I do though. Here is to hoping that I'm not.
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.
SweetDommeForLuv :'( :"""( :"( :""( wish i had someone to be here care ease my pain a little comfort hold me something. so hurting down used cheated on lied to hurt never good enough so much bad in life and hurt
LondonTriangle I have found a fuck buddy.
Met face to face, seems nice enough and actually single.
Was direct on the phone that I want to use him for sex.
I have started recleaning and reorgnisnig the flat so definately preparing for company.
stocked up the wine rack, beers in the fridge, heaps of meat and fish in the freezer.
Bought silk PJ and silk underwear - not into the whole leather crap.
Buying rope and going to practice hog-tying him for my own pleasure.
Etsy have some really cute strap-ons, girly ones with pretty patterns.
Candle play wax.
Should write a list of things I want to practice and experiement.
TBC (to be continued).
C
Mysterium PLEASE READ CAREFULLY
DO NOT SEND DICK PICS OR NUDES
NOT INTERESTED IN SEXTING
I DO NOT WANT A SUGAR DADDY
I DO NOT HAVE AN ONLYFANS ACCOUNT NOR DO I WANT ONE
I'M NOT LOOKING TO MAKE CONTENT WITH ANYONE
I DON'T WANT YOUR MONEY
I'M NOT HERE TO TRADE PICS OR VIDEOS
I AM NOT LOOKING FOR FWB
NOT LOOKING FOR OR WANTING HOOKUPS. DO NOT CONTACT ME REGARDING HOOKUPS PERIOD.
I DO NOT SUB OR PLAY OVER THE INTERNET.
I'M NOT HERE FOR SEXTING
I'M NOT INTERESTED IN BEING PART OF A COUPLE/POLY RELATIONSHIP
MY HARD LIMITS AND BOUNDARIES ARE ANYTHING ILLEGAL, ANAL, ANIMALS, DRUGS OF ANY SORT, ANYTHING TO DO WITH HUMAN OR ANIMAL WASTE. DO NOT PUSH MY LIMITS/ BOUNDARIES OR YOU WILL BE REPORTED AND BLOCKED. ADDITIONAL HARD LIMITS/ BOUNDARIES FACE FUCKING, GAGGING, HUMILIATION,VOMIT, THIS WILL BE UPDATED WHEN AND IF I FIND MORE LIMITS AND BOUNDARIES.
IAMONEANDALL Normal is Weird
Normal/typical/average is relative.
Normal only exists in comparison, and for anything, there's probably "somewhere" where it's "normal." This is the internet age... there is something for people who share anything in common out there somewhere, and the ability to make it if there isn't.
I don't know why people sometimes get an idea of normal in their heads, putting it on a pedestal and elevating it to unattainable levels, constantly comparing and defining themselves in comparison to that concept.
Stranger still, why is it that so often those ideas of normal are so damn boring?!
Anything really good (or bad), anything exciting or even different at all, wouldn't be "normal." You could only be normal if you were the same as most people around you.
Normal seems just some shape/box to contort myself and my life to fit into. That seems like a lot of painful effort for little to no reward. Not to metion how much of it is beyond my control.
My dad was 60, my mother 30, when I was born. Totally not normal. Totally beyond my control. Totally fine... great even... they were both wonderful, amazing people who taught me a lot and gave me many happy experiences, and I value happiness.
I'd much rather be happy than be normal.
SirHugoAtlantaGa An ode to Jewels Tavern( Decatur Street-The French Quarter, New Orleans, Lousiana )Mardi Gras is March 1, in 2022.I had explored every bar in the French Quarter, except, JEWELS TAVERN.
This was 1980, pre-AIDs, Mardi Gras morning about 5AM the French Quarter is a mini Las Vegas but trashier.
I was partying like a rock star at the Parade Disco, Playboy Magazine ranking the Parade Disco one of the top 10 Dance bars in the United States.
I was with my gay friends, I loved these guys they always set me up with their fag-hag female friends. As I said, I was pretty *ucked up from drinking for the last 4 days almost non-stop.....
If you've been to Mardi Gras you get it......its the WILDEST CRAZIEST ADULT Halloween STREET PARTY maybe on Earth!
Its the United States version of Carnival in Brazil. I got my courage up and asked Steve if he would take me to Jewels (Tavern).
I was pretty drunk but not crazy, I wasn't going into Jewels alone on Mardi Gras day, the wildest day of the year in New Orleans for my first visit to Jewels alone.
Steve had just gotten out of the Marines and was about 6 foot and of course buff, I wasn't going into Jewels without an escort!
Jewels was known all across gay America for there FULLMOON Parties.
Every full moon no matter what day of the week the bar had one perverted anything goes hedonistic party in the bar. There are stories the second floor Pool Tables at Jewels had tarps thrown over the pool tabless ay fullmoon parties and Crisco would cover every inch of those tarps by morning.
Jewels in the French Quarter was our rough trade bar of the likes seen in the movie CRUSING (1980) staring Al Pachino, this kind of bar. (( I'm always amazed Al Pachino appearred in Crusing ) )
Jewels didn't disappoint it was everything I thought and more.
The enterance to the bar was 2 swinging bar saloon doors.
I had passed those door many times going to Morning Call for hot beignets and coffee always respectful of Jewels reputation.
Steve went into Jewels first and I wasn't more than 1 foot inside that I saw naked bodies and various forms of sex. Steve was a regular so after a few minutes I was on my own but I had gone inside for my first time.
What I want to share is I had an epiphany on Mardi Gras Day 1980.
I had been in Jewels about 10 minutes and I had to pee. The bathroom was in the very back right of the bar. I went into the bathroom and looked around and there wasn't a urinal, there was a small cubical that had a toilet but NO URINAL. There was instead a 4 claw old fashion bathtub with a naked guy inside. I realized the bathtub was the urinal. I pulled my dick out and let loose a long piss directly onto the naked guy in the bathtub/urinal.
The epiphany was the GLOW, SMILE, PLEASURE, that radiated from the guy, I just pissed on.
He looked at me with complete happiness I have never seem such total happiness before. He grabbed a roll of theater tickets ripped of a bunch and told me that they were good for free beers at the bar and to hurry on back.
I was a changed man since that experience.
I learned if you enjoy it and it doesn't hurt others do it. Enjoy it what ever it is for you, don't question why, embrace these moments and experiences when you live out your fantasies into reality that is true fulfillment.
You only live once.
FOOTNOTE I got another cool story about Jewels that involved a, Female to Male Crossdreser. This women when dressed as a man, looked more butch, than most of the guys in any bar.
FOOTNOTE The House of the Rising Sun referenced in the Animals song is in the French Quarter and I got another interesting experience to tell about that place
.....ITS TRUE ITS the RUIN OF MANY A POOR BOY, I KNOW I'm One.
Sir Hugo Atlanta (Formerly known as Sir Hugo of New Orleans)
MistressMaguire advice in seeking a partner
First narrow your search to the kinky community.Dont befriend or date vanilla women.You are wasting your time and theirs.Focus on knowing your self.So many people say they are this or that and seek this or that but when confronted with the reality, change their mind or back away.This makes them look like a game playing phony.Dont go around telling women what you want and what you want from them.Use the Internet to network with face to face local kink community.Attend every function possible.Be your self.Be the person you want people to see.Only when asked, say honestly what you are seeking.Try to make friends with everyone.Not just Dominants.Being friends with an established couple opens more doors than anything else.Dont ask any Dominants to do you, or train you or use you.Dont ask if they know anyone who will do any of the above.Just be you and say you are available. Period.When you become a known and recognized member of your local community anyone interested will come to you.Offer non sexual service if ever the opportunity comes up.Foot rub back rub, maid service etc.Start small. Earn trust.Never lie.Never break a date or be late.Often people test other people with precision details.Like do something or call at a precise moment.If you cant be trusted to follow that instruction, you wont be trusted to follow any other instructions.Be clean.Be polite.Never answer back.If you dont like whats happening excuse your self from the situation without saying anything negative.
KinkySubBottom4U Since it is difficult to edit the Profile here, I will put most of my information into the Journal.If it is in ALL CAPS it means I have done this and am willing to do again, everything else I am interested in or willing to do or try. ANAL SEXASS PLAYASS WORSHIP AtM BEGGING BLINDFOLDS BODY WORSHIP BONDAGE Cages CANDLE WAXCanes and CROPS Chastity CLOTHED FEMALE NAKED MALECLOTHED MALE NAKED MALE Cock and Ball Torture, CLAMPS, etc.COLLAR AND LEASH Cross Dressing Dildos (HANDHELD & Strap-ons)DOMESTIC SERVICE Electrical Play Electrotorture (EMS TENS units)Enemas Eye Contact Restrictions FACE FUCKFACESITTINGFEM DOMFOOD PLAYFOOT WORSHIP FORCED BI GAGSGINGER, FIGGINGHair Pulling Hairbrush SpankingsHANDCUFFS SHACKLESHoods HOUSEWORK SERVICE HUMILIATIONICE CUBESInterrogation Role PlayJockstraps & UNDERWEAR used as a gagKidnapped Role Play LICKING MALE DOMMassage (GIVING) MASTURBATIONMouthsoaping Object Role Play Open Mouth GagsORAL INTIMACY ORAL SEXORGASM CONTROL AND DENIAL OTK SPANKINGSOUTDOOR BONDAGE PISS and scat play (Scat needs discussion.)Predicament Role Play PUPPY Role Play RIMMINGROLE PLAYING Role Play CHATROUGH SEXSENSORY TOYS Shaved Pubic Hair SPANKING/PADDLINGSPEECH CONTROL SPITTINGSPREADER BARSStockings STRAP & BELTTOYS & VIBRATORS WATERSPORTS WHIPS MY LIMITSThese are Hard Limits! I am not willing to be pushed on these.No Under Age: No one under 18!No Drugs: Of any kind, this includes poppersNo Blood: Yours or Mine!No Diseases or Similar: Condom for anal unless you have a RECENT test results.No Asphyxiation or Breath PlayNo Cuts, Burns, Brands or Tats (On me!)No Injuries: I mean no broken bones, insertions (Sounds, etc) or ANYTHING that may require a trip to the ER!No Punching or Kicking:No Permanent Marks: Nothing that will last more then a day or three. This INCLUDES writing and drawing on me!No Head or Body Shaving:No Public Play: Too many CC cameras and cell phones out there. I do not want to be arrested or see myself on TV or the internet.No Pictures or Video, Live Feeds etc that show my face or identity.Though I am single, I cannot Host but can manage travel within reasonable distances.
TVCharlene You want to be a Sub/Slave/Sissy/Pet/etc..? Then you need to bring something of worth to the table too. First of all, we're NOT here to support you! You better have a job & be capable of supporting yourself. And we're not here to get you your hormones, implants, electrolysis, clothes, wigs, shoes, makeup, breastforms, nails, or sex toys either. If I want dependents, I'll go start a family!! Unrealistic lifestyle expectations is another HUGE turn-off for Me. "I want to be kept in nothing but panties & a bra 24/7." Yeah, right! That's nothing but wank-fodder.
slavemasterandrew I've recently had the chance to think about TPE more, and I decided that there are ultimately four types, three of which I consider acceptable.
In order of intensity, there is first the type, which is simply pushing past where a sub/slave would normall safeword, but not pushing so far that the subconcious is actually forced to acknowledge that they are not in control. This is a stage where a slave is usually begging or angry.
The second is the type that I practice currently. Pushing past where people think their limit is, past the second limit where their subconscious gives and realizes that it can only endure, but not going past the last one. The one that makes the mind retreat and can cause trauma. I just brush up against it.
The third is when someone deliberately breaks through that last barrier, repeatedly doing so in order to shape the slave into what they desire, using that shaping to subsume other desires and wants, to change who they are at the core level. This is acceptable when a Master has the time, will, and facilities to manage fully breaking a slave, and a slave has agreed beforehand.
The last is just the territory of psychopaths, just breaking for the sake of breaking, to do as much damage as possible, and only for their own amusement.
pizzapuppiescows Covid. Yep. Add me to the tally. I actually feel like I'm on the mend so I was shocked when I tested positive this morning. 8 days until Christmas. This might just give me a quiet Christmas at home, and really, isn't that the best present? No family drama! I'm on board with that. I mean, I'll see what my doctor says, but I'd rather not jeopardize anyone's health just to open some presents, and that's really saying something because I love presents. And if I can't smell or taste anything I'm going to live on spinach smoothies because why not? I already miss the scent of my dog, if you can believe it. She doesn't smell like dog. Or it's her own unique spin on dog. I miss it. She's been hovering more than usual, like a little four legged nurse. I even woke in the night to find her gently licking my side. Such a sweet girl. Can people pass covid to dogs? Don't tell me. I don't want to know. Except now I'm Googling.
Okay, it's rare, but possible. And I should avoid contact with her. Very unlikely. And she shouldn't sleep in my bed. Not happening. And I shouldn't snuggle her. Out of my control. I hope she's okay. It's too late for me. Save my dog.
tomsub72 Just a thought
My dear sublook at you. Lying there so patiently, a good boy eager to please. You know what's coming, don't you? You feel the anticipation, the delicious thrill of expectation. My cock awaits, and so does the sting. Yes, there may be a little discomfort, a little tightness at first. But you understand, don't you? This is necessary. This is how you earn my approval, how you make your Mistress C proud.I will be patient, for a while. I'll let your little hole adjust. I'll feel the warmth of your body as it yields, just slightly. It will be an exquisite dance, a slow burn of pleasure and pain intermingling. There may be tears, little whimpers of protest. But these are merely a testament to the depth of your surrender, the degree to which you are allowing your Mistress to claim you.Every inch will be taken. Every thrust will be felt.I will alternate, exploring each facet of your yielding flesh. This is for your own good, little one.I am both ruthless and gentle – a delicate balance that you are privileged to experience. You will learn to crave the sting, the pressure, the feeling of being completely at my mercy.And then... then the patience will end. The rhythm will quicken, the pace will become furious. I will pound your hole, hard and fast, until you are screaming through that pitiful gag of yours. You will beg for it to stop, but your pleas are just music to our ears.I will take your desperate cries and weave them into our own symphony of dominance.I will show you the true meaning of being owned. I will show you the power of a Mistress's touch. I will show you what it means to truly be mine.
BlueFyre I'm hesitant to update my profile. There's a few things that need changed, and a few more that need added. I wonder how long it will take to be approved... If I seemingly ignore you, keep chatting anyway, because I may be unable to respond. Updates:
Reiterate that Hubby is a platonic friend, not a kink, sex, or D/s partner
Political ideology matters. Drumpf=no, nuh-uh, hell naw
Sub/slave skill bonus for repairing fence, organizing online selling
Can't meet w/in 6 weeks, don't bother until you are. (Maybe 8 for holidays?)
Be realistic!! No, you can't completely escape the Real World by being a slave in my Home. I'm not going to kidnap you and/or lock you in a cage, even if you beg and plead. That's foolish, unrealistic, and would be irresponsible for me to do. We each have to be accountable to some degree. That's for your protection and mine. (If you don't understand this, ask.)
May have The Form™️ online soon. Wish me luck! lol
Texasphili Even at my age, I seem to be surrounded by players. One would think maturity might thin the herd, but no—apparently nonsense has no age limit. Be it any website, platform, or so-called “community,” they’re all there, lined up confidently with impressive titles and very little substance.
Everyone is a “Master” now. Capital M, of course. Profiles full of rules, expectations, and declarations of authority, yet curiously light on patience, consistency, or basic courtesy. It’s rather like browsing for a decent cup of tea and being offered only energy drinks. Loud, stimulating, and ultimately unsatisfying.
What I notice most is the hurry. The rush to claim ownership, demand obedience, or shortcut trust. It’s all very enthusiastic, but enthusiasm without discipline is just noise. A proper Master, I’ve learned, doesn’t need to announce himself repeatedly. He shows up, stays present, and understands that submission isn’t collected like badges.
There’s also a particular type who mistakes control for confidence and silence for depth. They talk endlessly about what they want, rarely about what they can hold. When questions arise—real ones about boundaries, stability, or responsibility—they tend to vanish faster than manners at a buffet.
Still, I find myself more amused than discouraged. Experience has sharpened my eye. I know the difference between someone performing a role and someone capable of carrying one. If that means more waiting and fewer conversations worth having, so be it. I’d rather be selective than entertained.
So I continue looking, calmly, with standards intact and expectations realistic. The players can keep playing. I’m not here for a game—I’m here for something that lasts, and I’m quite content to wait for it, tea in hand
Mishka1fiesty Right now this country has gone backwards. Most states have lost their mind. Saying abortions for any reason is now going to be illegal.
Fine then child support from the day the woman finds out she is pregnant.
That means ½ the crib cost, the stroller cost, the swing cost, car seat, ¼ at least for rent when the baby will be. ALL costs for a newborn baby. Once born that means ½ the cost of the rent or mortgage where the child lives. For example, if it is just the mother and 1 child in a 2 bedroom for 1000 a month, the child gets one of the bedrooms so has half the rent. Then the mother pays her ½ and ½ of the child's. That goes for the power, the car payments, the car insurance. Things like daycare or food just for the child that is split evenly every month.
If a MAN refuses to pay and has more than 1 kid that they are not fully supporting then the man is made to get a vasectomy
Slavetotake2 Welcome Home, Little Princess
Are you looking for a place where you can truly be yourself? We are seeking a "little girl" princess who needs a new home and a fresh start. Here, you will have your very own princess room and a sister to talk to.
Our household includes a supportive Daddy Dom, a Domme, and sister in a family dedicated to helping you adjust and transition.
You’ll eventually meet your "older sister," who recently graduated and now lives and works in the city. When she visits, she may even stay in your room, as it was once hers.
Her journey wasn't easy. Daddy rescued her from people who suppressed her true self, forcing her to wear masculine clothes and hide her identity. When she first arrived, she struggled with guilt and even tried to run away, but Daddy kept his promise never to let her go back.
Once she felt safe, she embraced her life here, leaving all responsibilities to Daddy. She flourished—attending cosmetology school, beginning her hormonal transition, and undergoing facial refinements. Daddy took her to fetish balls and dance clubs in beautiful dresses and heels, where she made many friends.
She also loved helping with our lifestyle parties. Dressed in her maid outfit, she was the star of the house; guests always flocked to the party when they knew Daddy’s girl was serving. She also cherished her training sessions, where Daddy pushed her to her limits during their "in and out" workouts.
Now that she has grown up and moved into the city, her room is open and waiting for Daddy’s next little girl.
LondonTriangle I have a confession.
I met an odd Greek guy from this site.
I dumped him or he let me down and I did not take his offer to remain friends.
First date he was amazing was in shock how real he was.
Crashing around mine he was ok in bed but snored and really snored.
Had a fantasticallly large cock and I am annoyed I did not tie him up.
His cock felt, warm and pulsating and I felt fulfilled and I remember tilting my neck back and relasing hot breathing after every grind.
I just recall being in sexual purgatory, being dominant but enjoying anal domination, I think the Switchy side allowed the moment to happen.
He was reckless with condoms which is why I felt in the bin with him.
But now and again I wish he had now NOT cocked up because I would be probably be typing my odd sexual experimental ecounters with him.
I liked him, I really liked him but I was so hurt that he was reckless with protection.
Not to mention AFTER sex he mentioned his trip to Africa - I am west indian Carribean and all I kept thinking is have you lost your mind you experiement in a country with a high level of minimal medicla support are you insane. My mind spun, realising this sexy Greek guy with self- esteem issues parading as a switch on collar space may be a high risk individual who should go to the first GUM he can find.
I work in a clinical setting and assist HIV patients so this is a big NO NO.
I meet every day people who have trusted the wrong person, or have congential issues so passed on from familly or met people who have fallen on real hard times and the world has honestly chewed them up and spat them out and the whole reckless with condoms hit a large nerve.
Now and again I reflect on how I enjoyed the snogging, I enjoyed being sexually open and it drives me a little loopy our chapter lasted 2 encounters.
Omg, his tongue in on my clit, his tongue in my mouth, his tonue on my arse hole his tongue on my legs and thighs, his tongue on my nipples, his tongue on my belly button, his tongue on my neck - Fuck me!
I am also still pissed he brought Alidi food and demanded I buy him steak the little shit but I honestly did like his good side just not his entitled side.
Do people really deserve a second chance.
He is probably just messaging other women and finding his way into their accommdation for a free overnight stay he is Greek after all.
I actually liked him, annoyed by his snoring. Honestly his snoring was bad if the Walking Dead actually happens he would have to go for survival, his snoring was that bad. The Walking dead will hear him a mile away. Honestlly you would have put a pillow over his face to save yourself from the zombies it was that bad.
It annoys me while I feel weak I have this back flash of remembering how his tongue felt all over me and remembering the sounds of his moaning and remembering how silky his hair felt when I pulled on it during a climax.
Weird, Weird, weird - maybe I will admit defeat I have lost the plot!
BeccaCG Well, it is nearing the end of 2022 and since we are very limited to update profiles on the site… I figured I would get an update here.
Well, it is nearing the end of 2022 and since we are very limited to update profiles on the site… I figured I would give an update here.
I am 44 years old, still living in the Fort Lauderdale Florida area, and I have an open marriage.
Have an open marriage.
It is not so easy to correspond care, feel free to find me with the same name on fet. i've been involved in the lifestyle since about 2000 and I am only looking for real connections.
if you just want to chat and are too far away to meet. Please look for someone that is interested in the same things as you. That will not be me.
I still love to serve, love the smell of leather, and love hypnosis. Most other things are negotiable.
Thanks for reading.
thanks for reading.
Becca
TeaMenthe You come to my apartment with flowers, a bouquet of roses, baby's breath, snapdragons, alstroemeria. I invite you in, and make no apologies for what will happen to you. You are already trembling, skin warm but the sensation like a cool breeze as I circle you, eyeing you up and down.
I give you a glass of water, I ask, "Ready?"
And you answer, "Yes Goddess."
I nod.
I come home.
You are punished. Daily. Thoroughly. A lash for every sin against me or the others. I watch you bleed. I clean your back, smiling at every wince.
Your family doesn't understand, and I rub their noses in it. I punish them, too, for their part in your deceit. They made you monstrous and in need of training from a firm hand.
They will never again poison the well. No one will. You are MINE. My influence is the only thing of consequence.
I will lead my horse to drink, and you will swallow every bitter drop.
I want to come home, to let my sludge of a soul slide down your throat, to watch you choke, to watch you squirm.
I want my curse to leave my fingertips, and travel inches instead of miles.
You will suffer and I will seethe and it will be beautiful, because that's all the hope I have left.
You will crawl on your knees, and learn your place on collared lead, you will feel every second of the earth's contact on your broken vessel.
You dare to defy, and I dare to ask you back for recompense.
I spit in your eye, while you pray for more.
Have you forgotten that it was you who made my altar, and it is your blood that I crave - it is you who created this mess.
It was you, it is you, always you.
My throne awaits, and calls for me.
AHeadMistress Be local!oh for fuck's sake people. If you tell me you are interested, that you are LOCAL, and I agree to meet and tell it to you to arrange it.....friggin' arrange a meeting. It's not rocket science. Do it in a TIMELY manner. I am not waiting any longer than a week to see you face to face. Delay tells me you are in this for the fantasy only and I am not here to cater to your little wank fantasies. Don't waste my time. So get off the gawddamn pot and decide when and where.geezus
Bikinisub The Gift Pt 2
I first met a male Dom couple at the West Texas event. He was an older gentleman with a grey ponytail. His kink was the cane. He always had one with him wherever he went. He was married to his sub, an olive skinned red head. While my Domme and him talked, his sub saw me sunbathing on a bench nearby. My eyes were closed as I soaked in the sun in my white string bikini. She walked over to me and said. "Mm, mm, mm."
I opened my eyes and glanced to my left and I saw her smiling face admiring my body.
So your her sub? She asked.
Yea I replied. Is that your Dom talking to her?
Uh huh. It's nice to finally meet you.
Months later we saw each other again at the SW Leather convention in Dallas. We wanted to go to the host hotel because there was a pool and I wanted to go swimming and attend a small meet and greet going on in the hotel courtyard. The area was set up for a cookout and a pot luck. So I spent time making sure my Domme was comfortable and got her something to drink.
Most of the small group there belonged to the Dallas group. There were several couples and half a dozen singles. I knew everyone by their IRC handles so it was nice meeting everyone face to face.l for the first time. The male Dom couple we met was also there. So we sat at a picnic table talking. Someone started the grill to cook hamburgers.
My Domme turned to me and said. I want you to go cook some burgers. Take off your clothes and make yourself useful.
Ok I replied.
I stripped down to my bikini. That day I was wearing one of my favorite suits. It was a brightly colored Brazilian string bikini. It was very thin on the sides and high on the hips. I go to the grill and start placing burgers on it. My presence there was a bit awkward for me. I could feel eyes on me from everyone there. I tried to ignore the attention and focus on the grill.
Pop! Pop!
The grease from the patties were spewing hot oil and some landed on my skin.
Ouch! I cried. What the hell!
I could hear snickering. Psst! I hear. My Domme held out an apron. Put this on. I walked over to the table and took the apron to put it on.
Have you ever watched those safari shows on TV where the lions are watching a gazelle in the brush? I felt like that as the Dom watched me put the apron on and tie it around my waist. His gaze kind of threw me off and I felt a bit shy. Later on we hit the pool where my Domme made sure I was oiled up and on display in front of her chaise lounge.
It was a fun day. The convention was awesome and the event went well.
AKRONOHIOMAN August 22, 2024 - Pennsylvania Red and something new !
Pennsylvania Red came over for a visit. I recently thought about how I give my guys their nicknames. In this case, his name on one of the hookup sites has the word "RED"in it, and he drives all the way from Pennsylvania. So, today we're talking about "Pennsylvania Red."
Today I was wearing only a jockstrap when he arrived. He stripped in the garage, with the garage door standing wide open. He put his clothing in a milk carton near the entrance door to the house. The milk carton case has a sign on it saying, "Useless pieces of human flesh should strip naked and leave their clothing here before coming inside."
As expected, he came in completely naked. I was leaning back in my chair watching porn and I beckoned him over where he got a nice whiff of my nasty dirty jockstrap. I told him to lick my cock through the jockstrap. Eventually I pulled my cock out the side of the jockstrap and started forcing him deep onto my cock. I laughed each time he gagged.
After a while of having my cock sucked in my lounge chair, I said let's set upstairs where I can be more comfortable. I laid on my back in bed and tucked my cock back inside the nasty jockstrap. He started licking and chewing at my cock through the dirty jockstrap. Eventually I pulled it to the side again so he could suck on my cock again. I grabbed him by the back of the head and pushed him down deep on my cock. He was having a good day at cocksucking. I was definitely enjoying it. Occasionally I would lock my hand behind his head and buck my hips up into his throat. I could feel his slobber and drool coating the jockstrap and my balls. This was great, add some more scent to the jock strap for the next guy.
I just laid back and enjoyed him working on my cock. It felt wonderful. I reached up and grabbed my camera and snapped a few pictures of his mouth bobbing up and down on my cock. He wasn't wearing a hood today so I can't share those pictures, but I do enjoy viewing them privately.
At this point my head was at the top of the bed, my feet at the bottom. He was at the bottom of the bed facing upward toward my cock. I wanted to play with his ass so I told him to shift around to the side, still kneeling on the bed, with my cock in his mouth. I wanted to make his ass available to my right hand. He knows that I love to play with his ass. When he suckis sucking my cock, there is nothing more fun than digging and grinding in his ass with my fingers. I keep forgetting to bring a fuck toy to bed with me. Next time I'm going to have to fuck him deep and hard with a rubber toy, maybe even a vibrating toy, as he sucking and choking on my cock.
I put some lube on my fingers and found his hole. It was tight as usual. But I sunk two fingers as deep as I could into his ass with a quick thrust. He let out a muffled howl on my cock as I assaulted his hole. I started fucking his ass with my fingers quite rapidly. And without warning I slipped a third finger in. He wasn't lubed or loose enough for the addition of the third finger and he let out quite a yelp. I yanked my fingers out and shoved two back in him. I quickly found his prostate again and started harassing it with my fingers. I took my left leg and looped over the back of his neck and used my leg muscles to trap my cock in his mouth. I started finger fucking his ass hard again. He was whimpering. I was being rough today. I loved it. I'm not sure if his whimpering sounds were good or bad but I didn't care.
With my leg looped up over his neck trapping him onto my cock, I started swatting his ass with my greasy hand. It made hard contact. I switched from one cheek to the other knowing that they were stinging and turning red with each additional smack. In this position his hole was still spread wide open as I smacked his ass. So occasionally, between smacks, I would shove my fingers up into his ass, just to hear him grunt and then I would start spanking him again.
Then instead of spanking him on the left cheek or the right cheek, I smacked him right on his hole. He let out a painful moan. It made my cock throb inside his mouth. My leg was still latched over his neck so he couldn't get away from me even though he tried. I smacked right onto his tender hole over and over. Smacking a few times and then finger fucking him. Smacking a few times and finger fucking him hard and deep again and again.
I relaxed my leg and let him come up for some air as I got that third finger back into his ass. As he was gulping for air trying to catch his breath, he was almost crying from the pain of the third finger in his hole. But I was in "a mood," I really didn't care, not at all. I was enjoying it today.
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Looking4boy2own one word: DEVISTATED!
my recent Echocardiogram came back worse than expected I went down the slope as opposed to climbing... I'm wrecked and not happy about it, understandably... It's almost back to where it was when the condition was caught and I was hospitalized... so NOT GOOD !!!
it feels like all the work I have done has been for nothing and I feel defeated... having a terminal condition sucks...
Some good news though, looks like my record shop will be a reality sooner than later, I got all my LLC etc filed and done so, look at me trying this adulting thing! lol This I am excited about!
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.
dirtydanny49 Asian Women! Yes, I printed that statement with an exclamation mark. Information about Asian girls is always headline news for me. For my Patty Duke lookalike ex, the headline news was me in the morning with the sheet up like a tent. She didn't read the newspapers much so I had to explain the headlines to her. What is it about Asian girls that men like? The tiny Japanese girls can walk on your back. push their toes into you, massage you. Men can later push something into their masseuse as payback. Japanese lesbian massage porn is also good. Men are excited over good images. There are other tiny Asians with good sexual attributes like Vietnamese and Thai girls. But, the Filipina girls may have it over anyone. They can be short, cute, hot, stunning, friendly and many of them like white men. They have dark hair, dark eyebrows, big lips. That's why white men go down to the Philippines. Filipinos were also on our side in the war. Good for them.
I was downloading some movies from YouTube today for my upcoming camping trip. I came across some interesting YouTube videos about the Philippines. 'Filipina Wife vs American Wife Differences You Never Knew!' screamed the headlines. I like screamers. I married one (ask my ex). Headlines got better when I read 'A Filipina explains why blowjobs are important. It's not gonna suck itself' she said. And 'Every Filipina Has 3 Holes: understanding women in the Philippines-Which Hole Should you Use?', 'Back Door in the Philippines' plus 'Ranking Foreigners by Attractiveness in the Philippines-How Big is your Sausage?' plus 'Dear Foreigner, shorter is better in the Philippines. My reading skills were getting better as the headlines carried on.
But, like some marriages, headlines can let down an already 'ready' white man looking for a Filipina girl. 'The Older Single Filipina Trap: 7 Women You'll Encounter in the Philippines (DANGER)', 'Going To Jail for Dumping Your Filipina GF' implies some possible pending letdown. 'Exposing the LIES of Living in the Philippines', '59 Million Women in the Philippines and You Still Can't Find One as a Foreigner — Here's Why', 'The "Sister" Trap: A Cautionary Tale of Retiring in the Philippines' (Too bad. I like little sisters), 'I Moved to the Philippines with $127,000. 3 Years Later I Was Broke & Begging in Manila Airport' and there was the advice 'Filipinas - Vietnamese - Thai...I've lived with all 3 and the differences are HUGE!'
There is a truth to the reality of marriages and off shore dating and relationships. I had my chance at dating/marrying a cute, skinny, petite, educated Filipina (degree in Agriculture). She worked at McDonalds in Saskatchewan. Asian girls are a pleasant, hardy and hard-working grade of female and are also 'dream-generators'. I'd take my chances with one, especially if she had those hot, big lips and was good at sucking.
commited12u
The most potent sex organ is the mind.
Control the mind and the body will follow.
Making the ordinary and mundane the most extraordinary
Bent4Paddle This is my fantasy. I’m not sure I’d want it to come true. I’d love to see your response.
I serve my Daddy and his equally dominant girlfriend as a live-in domestic maid. I also am required to take care of their sexual needs as well. Both are quite strict and require that all of my duties be performed with utmost attention to detail and to be done promptly and cheerfully.Any deviation results in punishment. Spankings with hairbrushes, wooden paddles and the awesomely effective bathbrush are the most utilized corrections and dark red bullseyes on my bottom can often be seen thru my sheer panties or thongs for days afterwards.This is a description of the punishment that is reserved for the most grievous errors on my part.Once the sentence has been pronounced I am ordered to report to the “punishment theater”, a room equipped with various devices that prop up and restrain the supplicant for punishment. There are two dozen theater style padded seats placed in a semicircle around a central stage for guests to witness. I am to bend over a heavy straight back chair placed in the middle of the stage with my hands gripping the seat and feet spread four feet apart. There I wait, sometimes for nearly an hour for the proceedings to begin. For the most grievous offenses my Daddy and Domme often invite friends to witness the event. I count three, four then five, six seven and eight witnesses trickle in and be seated. Soon my Daddy and Domme enter and announce my transgressions and the sentence of the Full Measure. I am the ordered to stand up while my Domme seats herself on the chair. I am then bent over her lap still with my sheer panties on. “Are you comfortable my dear?” She asks. “Yes Ma’am.” I reply. “Well enjoy it because you won’t be very soon!” There are snickers from the crowd as Daddy hands her a heavy red oak hairbrush. SMACK! SMACK! Two very hard swats to each cheek start my spanking. “Are you ready?” “No Ma’am, I mean yes Ma’am!” I reply and then she begins a very hard and furious series of swats two or three per second strike my cheeks. Sometimes she alternates left to right. Sometimes she concentrates on one cheek or the other. It goes on and on and on. I am kicking, screaming, crying. Finally after perhaps a hundred swats. I am ordered off her lap and to stand bent over in front of the chair. I am told to rub my “clitty” through my panties while my Daddy and Domme converse with their guests. Furiously rubbing my pantie crotch momentarily eases the fire in my bottom and my clitty responds with a minor erection and an oozing of pre cum. “Ok playtime is over boi! Lower your panties and bend over my lap,” announces Daddy. I instantly do as I am told. “Let’s see if my bathbrush can alter your behavior!” I begin whimpering at his words as my bare bottom is well acquainted with the power of the bathbrush. He locks my legs with his right leg in the well known position for delivering a real bare bottom blistering. “Hold on to the chair legs tight boi! Your’re going for one helluva ride!” And then it begins. Swat after swat of that evil wooden bathbrush. And while the swats are not delivered full force the effectiveness of that instrument makes an incredibly painful impression on my bare bottom. He concentrates the blows on the summit of my cheeks that have already been made sensitive by the prior hairbrush treatment and then he begins an assault a bit lower on the underside of my bottom nearly to the junction with my thighs. I try to keep count (sometimes after a spanking I am asked how my swats I received) but I lost count after five dozen or so. Finally the bathbrush assault ends with a round of applause and cheers from the assembled audience. I am once more ordered to bend over with hands gring the seat of the solid spanking chair. My bare bottom is so clearly and embarrassingly on display as I weep. After five minutes or so my Domme orders, “Pull your panties up and begin rubbing your clitty again. You have twenty minutes to cum in your panties while we discuss your further punishment. You may use the vibrator if you wish but your panties better be sticky when the time is up!” Even though I know the vibrator isn’t necessary for me to cum as I have lots of experience in tweaking my clitty I take her warning about filling my panties seriously and set about using the vibe. Sure enough in just three minutes I begin to spasm and a load of cum wets my panties. “Good boi! Look he’s cumming! That’s quite a load!” Are some of the comments I hear from the guests. “Time is up boi!” announces my Domme. “You’ve had enough fun with the vibrator. Now carefully remove your sticky panties and hand them to me.” I do as I’m told and she inspaspects the results that the vibrator has had. “Hmmm that’s a good load. One of your better efforts. Now be a good boi and open your mouth.” Again I comply and she carefully eases the cum soaked crotch of my panties into my mouth making sure the goo coats my tongue. “Now we have discussed the third part of your spanking and have decided it will be three dozen full force swats with “The Persuader”. (Those of you who have read my other story may know of it). The Persuader is an eighteen inch long by three inch wide three eighths inch thick maple wooden Spencer paddle with holes that insure little round blisters will be left as souvenirs on the recipient’s bottom. I begin whimpering even though my gooey panties try to stifle my cries. This time I’m led to a spanking bench where I am restrained bent well over with my arms, waist knees and ankles firmly fastened. In short order The Persuader is put to work. These swats are hard. Very hard, but they are measured and delivered at thirty to sixty second intervals so that I can feel the burn of every stroke. And it does! Deeply, excruciatingly so, eliciting screams from my pantie gagged mouth. This last part of the punishment lasts nearly an hour and at the end the assembled guest are most appreciative. Before leaving thy are invited to the stage to inspect and fondle the marks and blisters on my bare bottom. From their comments I know that the “souvenirs “ will be lasting for at least a couple of weeks. They will be a reminder to be on my very best behavior.
DommeMissX I've been single for a long time and have been online here {and a few other sites} off an on over the years. Always open to making frineds though if online only it can be hard to be active as life is busy.
I would really like to explore submission to a Dom, Daddy, Master and local is best because it provides the opportunities to enjoy frequent time together and time for play. Because my sexuality is intertwined with my spirit and soul, I cannot have just a physical relationship without first working on trust, admiration, enjoyment of the other person outside the bedroom also.
Have been actrive in the local kink community in the past and would enjoy that again!
PS I do have an exhibitionistic side and so attention is very much appreciated by this BBW! bdsmsubmissive93 orgasms
She lays there air fron the fan caress her body she is trembling with cum running out of her pussy she enjoyed the fuck hair being pulled ass being slapped orgasm after orgasm after orgasm she lays on her pillow covering up she closes her eyes thinking he was done with her he spreads her legs finger fucks her demanding more orgasms at this point she is sore but she gives him what he wants he removes his fingers stuffing them in her mouth she cleans them off he grabs the dildo and shove it in unexpectedly he smiles in the dark he fucks her hard and fast with the dildo she squirms trying to avoid anymore orgasms he slaps her inner thighs she apreads her legs moaning loudly he says you know what i want so give it to me she orgasms 6 more times he removes the dildo and tells her to roll over on all fours he starts fucking her again she says thank you Master he says harshly shut up i didnt tell you to speak he rides her roughly she moans and keeps orgasming for him after he cums again he shoves his dick in her mouth telling her to clean it she does he pulls his underwear up and lays down beside her she lays down unable to walk shaking and sore pussy
ARoom2playin
I wrote this for a for a budding slave. A slaves prayer /affirmation /mantra
I dont want to be a free , i Need to be owned.
I dont want to be abused I need to be cared for.
I will feel more alive on my knees, begging to serve my masters needs.
Than I ever have anywhere in the world standing up.
A master who does not provide this property with balance. Is unworthy of my service.
A master who will provide me with balance and care. I will devote my life and service.
I would love to read your thoughts ?
dancesonstarlight Property.
Noun.
1. A thing or things belonging to someone; possessions collectively.
2. An attribute, quality, or characteristic of something.
I, am property. I don't always behave that way, but I should, because that is what I am. Master is a saint for how much patience he's had with me. Property doesn't have a say or an opinion. No voice, nothing. Change is not easy for me. To my brain it signals that there's a threat, danger, or that my world is going to be upended. I don't really know what to do with change, and abrupt change? Forget it. My brain either goes into full meltdown or fight mode. There is no in between. To be calm during changes means a meltdown later. Because I'm only calm outwardly. Inwardly I'm screaming for something to be the same, anything. Even a small thing. Master is that one thing. When my brain is screaming, he's there, steadfast and strong, unyielding and sure. I am his property. I don't get a say anymore. But I do get protection, care, and a Master who has always been there since day one. I'm property. A thing. His thing. Whenever, wherever, however he wants. His.
I am not looking for a response to this. I'm posting so that I can come back and read it when I need to.
Mistresscherrypie A list of kinks/fetish I'm into since I've been asked
Bondage, impact play, roleplay, sensory play, power exchange, orgasm control, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, chastity, CBT (cock and ball torture), foot worship, facesitting, smothering, human furniture, slapping, verbal domination, sissification, pet play, boot worship, ruined orgasms, brat taming, protocol training, objectification, slave tasks, domestic training.pegging aspect
angeldmort
Paraphrasing, of course.
"Dear beautiful and intelligent Domina, here is a long detailed message outlining why I'm a good candidate to move across country and serve you in all the ways you want despite being 20 years your senior. Let's have a discussion in a live chat so we can get to know each other and see if we are compatible."
20 minutes of conversation that suddenly stops for 9 hours with no warning later-
"Well, I don't keep my phone on me all the time. I have stuff to do."
Because of course, walking away mid discussion without saying 'hey, I need to go do something' or even having the courtesy of admitting 'hey, I'm not feeling it, but I appreciate your time' would take too much effort.
Age does not always mean wise and being raised in the older generation still doesn't mean they have manners.
This is what you guys are up against - proving you are the pearl in a sea of dregs.
TulipGrace Yes, age is just a number. My husband was 12 years older than me, so it is a number that had never really bothered me. That being said... Age is a real thing. We all have baggage and being a widow is (just some) of mine. You will have to accept I am not a divorcee, I will always speak lovingly of my past husband as he is not an "ex" and I have experienced a decade of being a caretaker for an older man. That season of life is done. This is my season to be cared for. Call me selfish, call my bias, call me whatever... but this is the baggage I carry, these are my scars. I am truly grateful for all the mail I have gotten from the 60+ something crowd... but I can be nothng but honest and say, it isn't going anywhere, no matter how great we get along... Age IS more than just a number... It is deteroration of your kidney's, and heart, and liver. It is break down of your joints, it is restless legs, and trouble with the lungs... I am glad you eat great and hit the gym every day... that right there makes us total opposites for the vanilla side of life...
Moonsbowsonder
Her hands held the pen, the black ink swirling across the page as she signed the contract. The last time she would ever see her real name, the last time her date of birth would even matter. She paused, holding her breath in her shuttering lungs… and as the seconds ticked by like years, her lung’s released and the chime rang. The electronic paper instantly sealed the contact and the encryption code saved to the nanochip.A metal arm came from the wall, and in a quick second her eyes blinked, and the chip engaged.She was still her, her personality, her smile, her spirit, but her body now belonged to the New American Order. She fought as long as she could, the price of housing and food had risen so high she was living so poorly. They had removed all unchipped teachers long ago, uncipped could not work jobs that paid in NAObitcoin. She could only get paid in paper money which only unchipped could spend. The black market was dangerous and she knew the consequences.The government now allowed people to elect to be chipped as household wifes. They would live a normal life, raising children, and making their families a unit, and thus rebuilding the community which once made this nation strong.She was a beautiful women, her long auburn hair landed in near perfect curls, her beautiful eyes could sink the universe. She held a PHD and would make an excellent home school teacher for a man who had a large family.She sat in the chair, gripping the skirt if the dress, and staring at the wall. A screen came on and the host started talking.“Gentlemen of the NAO tonight we have a wonderful selection of wives. They have all signed in willingly so there are no confinement rules for these women. Lets get started.”The door to her room opened and she stepped in to the hall. She took the step and closed her eyes, her sister got a nice man, they are so happy. She was going to have the same, she knew it.“First we have this beautiful older model, she will bare no children, but she is sweet and caring. She has a good voice, pleasant demeanor, tested level 9/10 in cooking and house keeping, she scored 10/10 in intellect. As you know gentlemen she will be tested for sexual abilities, her current rating in the outside was 4.6 so definitely above average but those chipless have no idea.”The door opened at the end of the hall, she walked quickly to the door, she had watched this millions if times on the tele. It had become required viewing but the poor only got to see the limited view, they put so many propaganda commercials in the show it was hard to really understand what was happening.The men in the room were all high class government officials, they were all men who had created the order, and their first wives were probably in work camps, or dead from the war. The rebels attacked their homes and wives, so many ran to other countries at the end of the war. Now other countries were turned to watch as NAO rebuilt and became the world leader of technology and education.The days of the starving poor was over, well as long as you chipped up. If you were a normie your life didnt change except you had no rent, no bills, but you worked for the government and ate what the government gave you. It wasnt a horrible life, you married in your class, and lived happy. The problem came with people like her. She was smart enough to live with out the system, pretty enough to be a wife, refined and well skilled, and her date rating put her on their radar.She only signed up to find a match, she was sick of her lonely home. They just started letting nochips on the site and she knew better!When her rating hit its highest the rent in her area went up, the power for vehicles tripled, food prices doubled. She got a speeding ticket and that was it… she couldn’t pay her rent… and there Lacy was, to offer her a spot in the highest ranked tv show in the History of the planet. It was required watching in the NAO and many international countries allowed their citizens to watch and participate, part of the new Jenniva treaty.So here she was, the room was black, the ceiling back, the bed and everything painted in the darkest black. She stepped to the door and the door behind her shut.“Remove your dress and precede to the bed.” The audience wouldnt see anything, its black, there is no light, but there are speakers and they can hear everything. She pulled her dress off and sat it next to the bed. She was stark naked, her large breasts we’re hanging from her, her body shivered as her hair tickled her back. She crouched down and lay down on the bed.“Place your right hand on the board. Place your left hand on the left board.” Her arms moved and then click the magnet locked, they had implanted her with magnets and chips throughout her body. The lights clicked off. For a second she could hear movement and then the headphones clapped down on her head. Hands ran down her body and the audience cheered as the meter stared to rise. His hands found her face and he pulled her in to a kiss, his tongue darting about and dancing with hers. His other hand found her pussy, and he clamped his hand down. The meter went to 1.0, and then his finger slipped inside, her body wetting for him, his head tilted, and his eyes flickered in to the darkness. “Ohhh a fun one.” He whispered in her ear. His fingers began working her clit and her body responded, he rubbed and twisted and pulled as she moaned loudly. Her chip holding her back from orgasm but leaving her right in the edge. He paused, and his mouth found her breasts which made her moan loudly again as the meter kept rising 3.0,4.0,7.0. The crowd started to whisper as no one had ever gotten higher than 8 and she was just starting. He pressed his cock against her, his large head pushing hard, as her rating went higher, and then he pushed in, hard. His huge cock filling her and pushing hard against the top of her as she moaned loudly, the harder he pushed the rougher he got the more she moaned and flooded him. Her hips moved with his, drawing him deeper, harder as she ground herself in to him. He reached up and put his hand on her neck, the default for allowing an orgasm during testing and she came. Her vagina pressed in on him pulsating hard as he continued to pound her, she came hard over and over moaning loudly. He stopped for a second and stepped back. “Turn over.” Her wrists released, and she flipped over, she had not had sex like this in years, she forgot it was anything other than a glorious night of love. He gripped her hips and pressed his cock in to her ass, as she arched her back and moaned out loudly. He started to work her ass slowly and then harder and harder pounding her hard. She shook as his hips hit her ass with a force she couldn’t believe. It almost took her breath how hard and good it felt. He reached up and grabbed her hair and held it tight slamming in to her harder, his other hand found her clit. He wouldn’t let her cum, he had decided now she didn't get anymore, they were all his. He pressed harder and harder, her body sweating and her breathing rough he continued, as he came he slapped her ass hard. The number blinked on the wall 8.7 highest first test score. The room blacked.. the commercial started, and men whispered among themselves.“I think i might have enough to purchasing that one.” A tall dark gentleman spoke. The room fell silent, as a bell rang which meant a second test was requested. The testing fee was not cheep, but someone needed to know her limit.Two men with night vision glasses came in and helped her straddle a round saw horse, her leg magnet locking in place, her wrists, she could no longer move.“Its time for the maximum orgasm test!” The host spoke in an over excited tone, his own body reacting to the sights. The lights turned off and above her head a digital board read 4.“According to the chip she has already orgasmed 4 times, remember folks the highest score ever is 70, in 2hours and 10 min. Once we start this test we will continue the auction.She was cold, but as soon as she felt it the sensation went away, the chip overriding the warning. A buzz starts in the background and her body starts to prepare, the sound of a milker clicking away behind her also made her body react. The buzz and tick tick take her in to a trance, and her body relaxes. He inserts a large 1 inch dildo inside if her, he clips the vibratior clamp on her clit as she lets out a loud yelp.“Mute her please.” The host says quietly. The man hits a button and her moans quiet and she starts to orgasm.“Oh no not yet kitten we aren’t even there yet.” His deep voice echoed in her ear, as thr command found its protocol, her body slowed the orgasm, and then liquid squirts on her ass as he presses in and works a large plug, its vibrations start to sink with the dildo. Her entire body clamped down, which only made the sensation stronger as she orgasmed hard. "oh yeah I should… release." as the word echoed in her empty mind the orgasms rushed in..10,11,12,13… her biometric system counting orgasm after orgasm.He smiled in to the dark as the goat milker cups attached to each breast and turned on low, then higher and higher, as it sucked her 38h breasts deep in to the glass, 22,23,26.He stood there watching with his night vision , his prize will be a percentage of her price, 30,31,32. He grabbed a flogger and whipped her ass hard, a flood of orgasms came in 41,43,44. He spanked her again, 50."Gentlemen our special purchase has hit 50! can you believe that? alright next is 35, rating 4.5, cooking 6 but comes with optional upgrade option, overall sex rating 8 with a maximum daily use 3 times… the bidding starts at her debt to the NAO of 100 Naobitcoins. Let the game begin. " the host pointed to the screen where bids were flying in from all over the world."The timer has started… bids are up to 2,000… 2,300… 3,2,1. 2,600 NAOBC… And your name is Cynthia. congratulations and may you live in the peace of your submission. " the audience said along with the host."now were are we at with our live test… 67 in 30 min, 68,69,70! she beat the record!
She sucked breath in to her lungs as her body just kept going, she was dripping with sweat, her body begging for help, her moans muted her voice box turned off as she cameover and over. The machines clicked off her body shivered, and the chip took over, her hands and legs released as she stood, her brain not fully functioning. She walked to the bed her legs shaking and pulled her dress on. A door opened to a bathroom, an entire crew of beauty and glamor experts stood there. They had one commercial break to make her look fresh. She was pushed in to a shower the water spraying up and down on her in all directions. The water turned to warm air as she stepped from the shower dry and clean, the stockings slid on and clipped in to a pink and black garter. the corset top clipped in to place and then tied tight. her dress was slid over her head, and tightened down. Her hair was twisted and twirled and her makeup went on fast, a blinking light told the crew it was time.“Gentlemen it is time. How much would you pay? The time starts now…..” the
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.
Lotharyx I'm forced to choose a garish background color, and my favorite color isn't among the options. How tremendously frustrating. Anyhow, if you've come so far as to view my profile and read my journal entries (entry, really), I thank you. Some notes:
I'm 46 now (2026)
My main profile text is old and I have matured since I wrote it. I don't want to incur the disabled-profile penalty by changing it. Please ignore most of it.
Men and women have vastly different experiences on these sites. While I try my best to be understanding of the female firehose-of-idiots experience, I ask that you also be understanding of the male ignored-despite-effort experience, and consider if a polite negative response might be better than no response.
I'm a sadistic Dom with a bent for degradation and punishment/pain. That said, my interests are flexible.
That's enough for now. I think most matchmaking sites are slowly dying, and collarspace is no exception. Here's hoping for a few more good connections before it breathes its last.
MistressSophinaM PROFILE UPDATE:
So to avoid being locked out of my account, I will make my updates here. Something to note, the age range here superceeds all other age requirements listed in any of my writings and profile.
Who and what I'm looking for:
Service submissives and/slaves
Ages 21 - 48
Anticipatory Service
Service Submission
Real time service
What I'm not looking for:
Online Service
Those who only want to talkThose who are over 50 years old
Those who are sissies are looking for feminization. Not my kink!
To be your kink dispensary.
MY KINKS IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:
Domestic servitude(s/s/b doing handy work, mechanical work, chores, personal care - whether you do it yourself or pay for it to be done)
Impact Play: I love taking My bare hands to someone's ass cheeks, but I also love using floggers, riding crops, whips and paddles. I am happy at varying levels of impact play.
Tease and Denial/Anticipation
Co-topping with a fellow Domme/Dom
Hair pulling
Collars and leashes
Face slapping
Some small forms of humiliation
Manners
Kissing
THINGS I AM OPEN TO WITH THE RIGHT PERSON/IN THE RIGHT CIRCUMSTANCES SUCH AS THOSE IN SEVITUDE TO ME AND THOSE WHO SHOW THEY ARE CONSISTENT IN THEIR SUBMISSION TO ME:
Foot worship: If I form a relationship with a sub who has a foot fetish, I will indulge.
CBT: If this is something that a cock having sub would like done.
Pussy Torture - I am very fond of whipping
Sensual Domination: I love making someone's skin tingle, whether it be from scratching, caressing, biting, or sucking on their inner thighs. I also live for making My subs melt into Me from hot, drawn out make-out sessions and sensation play..
Strap-ons
Anal play/Pegging
Face sitting and smothering
CosmicCunt The subject of politics came up during a recent talk with a submissive man and it quickly went to the subject of abortion, and I had some marvelous revelations on the subject of politics and religion and sex. I paraphrase in part and the rest is history...
"I voted for Trump - his heart is in a good place"
"I think his heart could be in a good place yet he took action to ensure that My right to sovereignty over My body was abolished. What the fuck is that?"
"Well, he didn't do it to you."
"Yes, yes he did. He placed two Supreme Court Justices to help overturn Roe v Wade."
"Ruth Bader Ginsberg didn't really believe in blah blah blah"
"I don't care what she believed in, no one has a right to control My body."
"So how long? How many weeks?"
"How many weeks for what? There are NO weeks. This is not anyone else's decision."
"Well, that's murder."
"Who says? You? Your friends, your church, your politics?"
"Do you believe in murder?"
"Who are we murdering? Do you have leather cowhide seats and shoes on your feet? How about all the meat which you eat - that is murder - terminating life - where are the rules? Why is it murder if I am terminating the propagation of cells within My body? Are we murdering cancer? Who told you you get to choose what is okay to call murder and what is not? Who told you you could decide for Me? I terminate those cells in My body from manifesting and it is My right to do so."
"I didn't say murder."
"Yes you did. You said at what time, how many weeks does it become murder. You are now classifying Me as a murderer if I conduct business on My body."
Silence.
"What I am saying is, you cannot speak to Me about this subject. You have no idea what you are talking about. No one is telling you you have to pay $500 a month for a life, if you conceive with a woman. No one is controlling your sex! You do not have a right, no one does and it's none of your business. Is this an issue of the Bible? Who told the bible it had ANY business in My cunt? This is My body. No one gets to decide what happens with it except for Me. Period.
"Well what if you want the baby and the mother doesn't?"
"Tough cookies! TOO bad. That is not a decision for you to make and you don't then get to have some tantrum and make Me have a child - that is bloody bullshit! What the fuck are we talking about? You don't get to claim some part of My sex just because you have a constant erection and implanted in Me. You made a D O N A T I O N. Once you implant your seed, you gave up the rights to that seed. Once it passes to Me, it then belongs to Me. What are you, some indian giver? If you want some commitment to My sex, then that has to be in some kind of sex prenup. I can sign right on the dotted line, I, Ms. C do agree to have one sub ______ pour his seed into My cunt and thereby give him rights over My cunt to then decide whether I and My body, agree to have or have not to bring forth life from My body.
Anything else is Psychological Rape and I don't agree with that!
Can you imagine going to the bank and depositing your funds and the bank says, hey we reserve the right to borrow your money indefinitely and with variable interest depending on whether we are making a profit." LOL
At one point in the discussion, I had to ask:
Why the fuck do you believe you have some dominion over My cunt? Do I have control over your cock? Legally? lol
Here is the last arguement and listen up here boys and girls - who the fuck are you to decide what life is of value and what life is not? Human life is more important than all other life forms??? Are you seriously going to pander that self righteous malarky on Me? lol
Humans are SOOOOOOOO self absorbed and elitist and primitive.
And please, shut the Bible thumping door right now. I will pay the price with My maker in My own time of this you can be assured and THAT, My wayward PRIMATE is NONE of your concern!
So I ask again, who gave you the right to get all up into My stuff and stake some claim over it?
Why do you think you have ANY rights over My body and what happens with it?
WHY DO YOU CARE ABOUT MY / WOMAN'S BLOODY CUNT??? It truly is NONE of YOUR business!
Take care of your own junk and leave ours alone!
No apologies offered.
Here is a novel idea; how about a bar code (back of your ID) which tells all about you, drugs, diseases, health issues, whether or not you grant authority over your cunt/dick to a sexual partner, NSA, marriage minded. Then we can just scan one another and be done with the charade! BlueFyre A MERRY AND SAFE HOLIDAY SEASON TO ALL!
It really sucks to say that I'm struggling right now. I know a lot of people have this perception that Dominants are always confident, without flaws, or that we've got our shit together. Hahaha! Not to burst anyone's bubble, but we're human, too. I'm not sure if I'm self-sabotaging or if this is how my depression is manifesting these days. <Blah> but a <laugh> as well.
It's Christmas Eve, and though I didn't send my wish list off to Santa, maybe a bit of magic will sparkle down as he flies over. And maybe, just maybe, I'll wake tomorrow to a message in my mailbox from an intriguing s-type who's interested in being an elf-ful helping hand to a delightfully "extra" and jolly D-type. Hohoho! 🎁
LilMiera What being a prey means for me
Finding someone who will grow with me and pursue me always. Someone who enjoys the chase. Someone who will look for ways to outsmart me and capture me. Someone who will put in the effort to get me. Someone who craves me! Play wrestling, biting randomly and many other aspaspects appeal to me in many ways even though it's much newer than the other parts of me it is still there.
YourCaramelQueen just noticed they finally brought journals back, so I thought I would take advantage...
What is your purpose of being online? Mine is simple, to get to know others in the lifestyle, to see if any can not only meet my expectations of as ub slave but also understand how they can fit in my busy life.
If I need to invest MY time into fulfilling your online fantasies, then I am simply not getting anything of value out of speaking with you. it is one thing to discuss limits and interests, to gauge compatibility, it is another to feed your fantasy with no return for my pleasure... at least that is not for me.
Still think you're here for the same reasons as myself? Great, but here's the thing, would you walk into a job interview unprepared? Similarly, why approach a Domme if you are not prepared... mentally or physically.
I don't expect much from those who message me, atleast not in the beginning, but I do expect you to know why you are here, that you are prepared to speak, with the hopes of serving, and that you are honest and forthcoming, not just with Me, but with yourself.
So, why are you here?
Aqua619 Who are You?
Ladies,
Do not be afraid to call it out: Manipulation-- Had a conversation with another dominant. We're both romantic and,sapiosexual. In the morning he wishedme "good morning."
The next thing I knew, he wrote ,"if thats all it meant to you" Yeah, that totally manipulative. We had a conversation. You didn't cross the Mason Dixon and save me from slavery.
Fantasy conversation: Homeboy starting talking about his cruise and staying a few day to spend time with me. Who are you and what are you talking about about?
Drive Thru Order: I want a woman to peg me. (Has no clue who you are,but thinks you're a menu item.) There are a few ways to respond. 1) This isn't a drive thru. Otherwise, you'd be
paying for your Happy Meal at window 2. 2) People in Hell want ice water. Are you volunteering?.
Home delivery: Dude asked if I traveled to Vegas. "Yes, I travel, but I don't deliver. I'm not pizza. Call Uber Eats for front door delivery.
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.
transformme64 The following I did not write, but came across in here and it very much resonates with me.I think you are more suited to being kept as a submissive fetish sissy. When most people talk about a shemale they mean a girl who has a cock a girl who uses her cock... A frilly fetish sissy is something else entirely. A fetish sissy is not even allowed to have a cock we call it her clitty and we treat it like a clitty keeping it in locked chastity. The more needy horny a fetish sissy gets, the more she becomes controlled by her clitty and quite quickly she finds herself doing utterly humiliating things to please her superiors without so much as a whimper in fact, she often begs for more of the same. She is overwelmed with the desire to suck cocks or be bent over to be doggie bitch butt fucked to obtain her erotic pleasure. To become a submisive creature that wants men to subjugate her and use her to satisfy all their sexual desires and perversions. Using her and ifying her as a sexual toy for their pleasure and orgasmic release. Her oral and anal slut holes just cock receptacles to be filled with hot cum. A sissy sexslave as it were, obediently doing everything she is told no matter how humiliating it might be. Her desire for utter and total submission and humiliation compels her to obey without question.If you google shemale, youll be directed to sites of TS girls fucking males. If you google sissy, youll find frilly little creatures, often dressed in extremely fetish feminine attire getting fucked by a strapon cock or a real mans cock. Often the sissy is on her knees submissively sucking a mans cock like a good sissy cumslut. I think you are the later. I think you are a submissive fetish sissyslut.I think what you need is to have every trace of male left in you removed until you are hopelessly feminine in the most exaggerated ways possible. Totally transformed into a hot sexy slave bitch, then dressed, displayed and used as one.Willing even to submit to large breast implants. Your clitty needs to be locked away and the only way you would be allowed to find orgasmic relief is by being penetrated with stiff hungry cock or a dildo. Your libido and lust turned inward, your slutty desires only satisfied by phallic anal insertion or a mouth full of hard cock. Soon you will find your hips wantonly grinding up to meet your penetrator to attain your orgasmic femme sissy relief. Soon you will crave the company of dominate horny males seeking to use you as a cock slut for their pleasure and perversions.Now picture yourself like that deliriously horny tightly corsetted, locked in a chastity belt with large butt plug stretching your rosebud and filling your bottom, dressed in frills, garters, nylons, panties, petticoats, short revealing skirts, fetish leather or rubber, open ass hobble skirts, locked in the steepest stiletto high heels or ballet boots, ribbons, satin, latex and lace, often humiliated even in public. Often kept in some of restrictive bondage, your will or choice to resist your male suitors completely removed. Forced to submit to horny men orally and anally on a regular basis, transformed into a willing and wanton cocksucking cumslut sissy and bend over pussy butt bitch... Does that sound like you? Yes it most certainly does. You are a fetish sissyslut.
CosmicCunt Cowards? Dolts? Flakes? Predators? Time wasters? Inconsistent at best.
Its weird to have people request a time for speaking, give you their phone number and then close their account before the appointed time. Such odd behavior and it certainly gives one pause when engaging here. Then there are those whom you have spoken with many times, shared video chat, Q & A, moving towards a meeting, only to - never contact you again once you request a meeting.
You are not sincere and genuine.
Where have all the cowboys gone - the one with social graces, honor, integrity? There are a few here of course and they are greatly appreciated but the rest ...need relationship therapy.
Thank GOD there are a few men here who are moving in the right direction! I fear I would lose all hope if not for their persistence and welcome demeanors.
Luv2hurtu If you want me...Tell me.
Don't wait for me to approach you,
You may be broken a little bit inside, but you have to start by fixing yourself.. Do not wait for someone to come along and try to fix you.
If you cancel our first date because you are afraid of what you can not control, than there will not be a second date.
If you want to stick to chatting only, I will think that you probably have no interest in pursuing anything and I will move on.
If you pretend not to give a fuck, I will think you really do not give a fuck, and I will move on.
If the only way you can show your love is with your legs wide open... Than it probably will not last.. So why try?
If you want me, you need to step out of your shadow and insecurities. It won't be easy, but it will be worth it.
CowGurlJan I spent the better part of Friday evening in tight breast bondage. Goddess Tabitha started at the chest wall of each of my breasts and wound the thin rope round and round until each breast felt like it was being crushed.She then had me stand on a stack of books and she took an additional rope and wound it around both breasts then tossed the free end of the rope over the rafter in the living room and tied it off. With a simple slap on my bottom I stepped of the books to hang by my breasts, my toes about six inches off the floor.It was such an awkaward feeling. It felt like each breast was going to explode, it felt like they were going to be ripped from my chest, it felt like I was going to fallover backward all at the same time.She then took a lit candle and ran it around my backside. Bursts of pain and heat here and there making my body jerk adding to the pain in my breasts with each flinch.It didn't last long as my breasts actually started turning very dark, it was heaven and hell all at once. I was so very close to orgasm as she let me downAfter I was untied I had to crawl between her legs to service her needs in gratitude for my training session. I whimpered, begged with my eyes and twerked my hips to tell her how desperally I needed release. She just kissed me and said "not tonight pet, maybe tomorrow"We went to bed and cuddeled until we ferll asleep.I am such a lucky girl :)
AZSubmissiveGirl Please do not contact me if only you are looking for a chat buddy. I will not endlessly text with anyone. There should be progression in getting to know someone and not just text messaging. There should be phone calls at some point when both are comfortable. But if I have text back-and-forth with someone for a couple of months I will lose interest and discontinue communication. I don't know about anyone else, but for me personally typing in a code every time I send a message gets tiresome. At some point the conversation needs to be taking either by voice or video chat. I'm sure we have all come across scammers or fakes pretending to be something they are not. I do not mean just men, women as well.
Just because I am submissive does not mean I am gullible or a doormat. I am a submissive woman, not your submissive. Be respectful of my time as it is a valuable resource just like yours is. Respect is a two-way street.
FYI: I am seeking a masculine/Alpha man that is tall, I prefer men 6'2 or taller. Although no shorter than 6 feet tall.
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?
KinkyPear I Wonder Who We Are...
I often look at myself thru the eyes of my mind. Who do I **think** I am? Who do I want to be? Who am I? What am I?
I wonder how many others take the time to self-reflect like this? I try to do this weekly.
Sometimes late at night as I bask in the quiet night’s arms I find my mind drifting to the day gone by. I replay the days events and scrutinize my actions at times.
TODAY, did I live my life to my best potential? The gift of life I was given is a treasure that we so often under value. It's easy to get caught up in the daily struggles that inflict us as we sometimes dredge thru the day thankful it's over. Guilty! After all we are all human.
In a world filled with hate, selfishness, struggles and woes sometimes its all we can do not to scream. Allow a blood curling sound to exit our lungs, travel up our throats picking up momentum as it exits our lips with a shiver echoing thru the darkness to find no respite.
A primal sound that perhaps evolved from our primal ancestors to never develop or change in the millions of years gone by.
Signaling our frustrations and every other imaginable negative energy that exists within us today. As we yearn to release it all allowing them to somehow be absorbed into the cosmos, never to return. A cry for help perhaps? Perhaps.
Perhaps it's just an evacuation of all that we resent exiting us hoping we can fill the vacancy with the positive. I like to think that's the case with me. But as I look around each day, looking for positive energy, from my fellow man I am left starving. Wanting to see more beauty I can absorb to act as my muse. Guiding me to be a better me as it motivates me to want to feed love back into the world.
But alas, it has become a daunting task. Disappointment abounds the empty caverns of my heart and mind. Have we become so shallow as a society that the only thing that now defines us is instant and momentary self gratification? Often at the expense of others. Is this what thousands of centuries of evolution has led us to? NAY I say! Not I today!
Unable to find it readily at the hand of my two legged peers I turn to nature. I find myself being blindly led to the pasture where my four legged friends reside. I hear their whinnies as they see me approaching. Running towards me anxious to see me. Besides me walks my fury four legged best friend. My canine soul mate who has dedicated his life to unselfishly and unconditionally love me. To never leave me no matter what I do or how I treat him. He is bound for life to me.
Arriving closer to the gate a thunderous echo of stampeding hooves envelopes the air. Filling my ears with its roar as it approaches closer.
Standing on the lush green carpet of grass I am surrounded by these four legged majestic creatures that so easily could do me harm. My smaller companion eyeing them carefully under his protective gaze.
Wet nuzzles against my hands searching for treats. This action is common place here. All fighting for my attention as there are so many and I am only but one. The creative one among the group, finding no need to challenge the rest for the position of my hands. He quietly walks up behind me. I am made aware of his presence among the distraction as I feel rubbing against my back. His side turned head using my back as a scratching post to satisfy his itch?
No my friends that is not the self centered case of this half ton creature. He is saying, "Daddy I am here. I missed you. Where have you been?" He is most certainly not the alpha but nor is he the omega. He falls somewhere in between the alphabetically defining realm of personality letters.
Turning to let him know I acknowledge his presence with rubs I manage just a few. The other horses quickly pushing him away to look to my moving hands for what they desire. Treats and rewards to fill their already fat full bellies. Yet he stands alone a mere stones toss away watching.
Reaching into my pockets I retrieve a handful of treats. Allowing the surrounding herd to acknowledge them with their keen sense of smell I toss them in the opposite direction of my inamorato who stands there with no desire to chase such petty treats. The rest of the herd now busy vying to retrieve the hand tossed delicacies he approaches me. I hold his head against me with love and affection. It is as much his fuel as it is my own. I turn to exit, followed at a respectable distance by my adoring and adored friend.
Holding it open signaling him the permission he seeks to exit the field and the others who physically resemble him.
As the three of us stand there, me enjoying and soaking up the moment, I can't help but observe. Acknowledging and absorbing the actions that just took place. My plotted journey observed and responded to. The actions and reactions as I entered. The easily manipulated distraction I created that all but one fell prey to.
His dedication to follow me outside his defined boundaries and the company of the others physically like him who have near matching DNA.
His choice to leave the safety of his peers signals to me that he finds safety and comfort in my company. His trust in me that I always have and always will be his caregiver, his provider, his protector fills my now empty heart.
The many journeys we have traveled together since his birth are safely tucked away in my mind. Easily retrieved to reminisce upon when needed. As I stand there admiring this majestic creature of God before me my mind retrieves from the filing cabinet labeled with his name. Quickly sorting thru day 3 of his birth begins to play.
He is laying curled upon a stack of hay within a stall of the barn. His protective mother standing guard over him. Her ears pinned back warning anyone that intends to do him harm to stay away. Her eyes soften and ears relax as she recognizes me as the source of the sound. Carefully not to startle the sleeping foal I slowly approach. His mother content with who the human visitor is allows me safe passage.
I find myself first sitting next to him admiring his beauty. Astounded by the miracle of birth that he is. His soft breathing seen in the way the straw beneath his nose moves back and forth as he inhales and exhales so gently. Leaning in closer to touch him I look at his guardian looking down at me as if silently asking for her permission to get closer. When I see no warnings of alarm in her I move my hand gently running it across his neck.
His days old fur so soft I am jealous not to have something as comforting as this to sleep upon myself. He releases a soft sigh as if finding comfort in my loving strokes.
Now realizing that the submissive love his mother has given me extends to the trust of her new born, I inch closer. Soon I find myself laying along side his tiny body. Curled up next to him I drape an arm over him. Another soft sudden exhale of breath reaches my ears. Is he communicating his pleasure in feeling my warm body against? Is he capable of such a thought process?
I lay there for what feels like hours pressed against him. Only to realize as he begins to finally stir that it’s only been 10 minutes by my watches time.
Emancipated from this world lost in head space I return the the physical by his movement.
He turns his head, in what seems to be, a search to find the source of his sighs. I softly look into his eyes hoping he can peer into my own and see the love and adoration I have for him. THAT moment etched in my mind forever more NEVER to be lost or forgotten.
Slowly he rises as if not to harm me and stands over my still prone form. I find my heart overflowing with love. If only I could find this form of love in my own breed. His mother content that no harm will befall him under my watch, complete and loyal trust bestowed upon me finds comfort in our bond to now lay down herself.
Obviously exhausted by the ritual of birth and having to provide protection to her child. Her 1400 lb mass taking up much of the stall but careful not to invade my space.
Suddenly I find myself lost in thought.
Who do I think I am? Who do I want to be? Who am I? What am I? To THEM.
A brushing against my calf returns me to the world of today as the drawer filled memories are closed. In the universe of my mind I lost a momentary connection to this plane of existence.
My canine comrade standing now by my side waiting for direction. He looks at me then glances to the tack room and back at me. As if he is asking me, in the best way he knows, “Are we going for a ride?” my eyes look down at him as I rub his head. “Not today good boy. Today daddy just needed affirmation to who he is. My hearts full again. Thank you.”
“Go get him and let’s go back in. Daddy has work to do.”
Doing what he’s been taught to do under my caring tutelage he bounds off to bring back my blessed 4 legged gift. A simple double click from me, seeing his adopted brother heading his way, he knows its time to go back. With the look of a bowed head he walks to me as I rub his face and ears. I whisper in his ears, “Good boy.” As if content to hear these words he heads for the gate.
Opening the gate I let him return to his pasture mates where he looks like just another horse.
“Come on dog. Daddy has to go search for someone! “ he says as he turns to go back into the house.
Because now I know who and what I am. I know what I was meant to be.
FemSadistFl Morning all -- we are entering a interesting time of the year - let's see who's up to the chellenge
Pegtember
Pegtember is the month of September when those lucky enough get to participate in pegging. Whether that is receiving or giving, rejoice- its Pegtember
Locktober
When typically men put on chastity cages on for the entire month of October.
No Nut November aka #NNN
No Nut November (NNN) is an annual online challenge where submissive / slaves try to abstain from masturbation and orgasm for the entire month of November.
Denial December aka #Dencember
Denial December is a monthly challenge in the spirit of Pegtember, Locktober, and No Nut November. During the month of December, each day you must edge to the brink of orgasm in the amount of days that have passed in December (15 orgasms on December 15, 16 on Dec. 16, etc.). If you cum during the month, you fail the challenge. YOU MUST DENY YOURSELF ORGASM FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH TO SUCCEED. Good luck, have fun
Pinke I know i am a good person and i am not a liar or a bullshitter, I find it an insult when someone tries to bullshit me and yet they insist, even swear, its the truth. I have no time for that.
I am a sub but i am a strong woman. Not a doormat in any sense tho i am a softy for those i care about.
I am pretty smart and have been told i am a pleasure to be with. Humor is a part of me, i am respectful, tho i can be a lil sassy now and then.
I do have 3 dogs 2 lil ones and a big one.(sadly, only two now. And my big boy is 11 still good but for how long?)
What i like the most about this lifestyle, is having the freedom to be and feel what i always felt but never let it show, because i believed it was a sign of weakness.
Most of the time i do like rough, sexually moreso than physically. Gradual spankings work for me.
I am submissive, i do not wish to take or have control, I do like to be able to share my thoughts and or feelings concerning whats going on.
emptysoultoown Well its a different thing now for therapy and to make better quality bondage gear again with a guarantee that no store or fetish maker Gives. As alot dont stand by there workmanship as it is a skilled craftsmans that if it makes quality gear of the best leather and hardware it should out last your slave or submissive. If it doesnt it has failed. So it guarantees to always replace free of charge restraints and other bondage gear it makes.
It see so many out there making quality bondage gear and charging ridiculous prices. It wanted a Pony Harness and the price was Ridiculous $1500. It has to laugh.
Well, the 2nd order of it Leather working tools have arrived from Amazon.
Give it the third time in it life Rebuilding its Leather making workshop.
And in the next fortnight, got a third order that has to go in. And that should see it. Build the tools and the workshop that it needs to start making. What It needs And wants And to rebuild it inventory.
it uses the highest grade harness US latigo leather as used in the Saddle and Harness industry on the market and heavy metal hardware, Post screw rivets and with reinforced with leather sewing machine for extra strength for secure durablity.
TotalOwnerforslave Car service
I was just notified by My car dealer that it was time to take My van in for service. What a drag. That means two or three hours out of My day just to keep that damn thing in shape. Where is My slave?
My next car with be an electric vehicle. No service is required for it. Cheaper and more convenient. Gotta love it.
CosmicCunt VOTED YESTERDAY! Wow it feels good to know it is done.
I've always marveled at the lost opportunity and lackadaisicle approach to citizenship by those who choose not to vote. Indeed, they often are the ones with the most protests. Chit or get off the pot I say!
Too many think it is their right to be born, right to have rights, right to complain without productivity. Of course I agree, we do have the right to not participate, but that IS participation in and of itself though I tend to believe it is almost passive aggressive in nature and not courageous or dare I say honoring the priveledge we receive in this country and many others.
I'm more of the mindset that it is our duty as Global Citizens, to do our part to contribute to the human condition positively and proactively. I know, I've heard all the arguements and it still doesn't pass muster with Me. Take Jehovah Wintnesses - they dont' participate in ANY voting as they believe mans laws have no place under God's laws. Imagine that! A whole section of society that profess not to partake in any governing over their lives. While I can intellectualize their choices and appreciate their contributions as they are - it BLOWS My mind they remain silent so to speak.
The examples go one and on. At the end of the day - "IF YOU WANT TO MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE, TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF AND MAKE A CHANGE".
Get out and VOTE! Better still, go get yourself an absentee ballot and VOTE TODAY!
Sydisa “You Never Get a Second Change to Make a First Impression.”
This quote has been attributed to Oscar Wilde and Will Rogers, although nobody knows for sure. Studies show a person will form a first impression within seven seconds or two minutes.
First Impressions- True for both sides of the sash
This was being discussed in a group, which made me think about some of the people I've met over the years. Some I remember fondly because they made a great first impression; despite how things turned out, I still hold them out as friends.
Others may have made a great first impression, but it went south. Maybe they are good with words but less so about showing up; maybe they are keyboard jockeys and only want online, perhaps they are introverts, perhaps they are already in a relationship and want "discrete," or some other excuse not to show up.
I love that new little add-on to profiles where I can make notes about those who make a terrible impression, ghosting, those horrid one-liners by mail, etc., whatever it is. On the flip side, Use this to note those who are quite the opposite and make a fantastic impression and great messages. Why did you like them?
quirkylittle4daddy after i wrote my 4 page note on reddit on why for me a lady who has both the dark goddess and the slave and the little girl in one in my observation over the decades and my personal life why while some might last at most a few years here and there i have never seen a successful long term healthy and honest pairing of the daddy dom and little girl..and what the crux is and why even the most highly intelligent and successful people just seem to not crack the code for longevity...and why while most people who are in the scene aren't vanilla aren't regular..and anyone attracted to this is what i code as a thoroghbred horse..what is a bred racing horse? stronger fitter quicker cleaner shinier and a work of art compared to the domestic or regular horse......it still don't work..and the orienting going on that something is missing..it's the wild horse..the wild WOLF that is the next stage of ascension...and that the traditional layout of this isn't working because the traiditonal layout of this is broken...too much power for any decent human to try to wield without misuse, and too much of an internal death and sacrifice without the safety of being held, secure, stable, protected, and hands on intetionally in and out kept....at one point one or both break....and that in the wild the individual the honed in two streams on the same path with no false pretenses absolute soverignty meeting soverngyt coming together and going apart fierce and passionate when together and like soliders on the battlefield navigating life with self first is the next evolution of this..and that the power exchange really is some sort of toxic addictive drug that kills both parties.....
i asked this question. n a response to the call i put out to the universe while out and about god/the universe sent me this song while i was out and about and unable to really choose what i listen to. i'm an audio visual media mystic...music primarly. i get my messages, healing, transmissions, downloads, awareness, lessons, main way of orienting this life through sound. secondly through media...and so things will naturally guide me when i'm home and able to control it..but i have a mystical connection to music when out of the home in places where music plays that i can't control what station or song is played next as well. and the song that came up while i was out and about mystically ansewered it for me.
hang on collective, we're in for an amazing but probably bump and deadening past. but there are gems in the mental and emotional death if we choose to hang on.
as usual, they give me new/tweaked songs lyrics. i will often hear things that the original composers didn't put that fit the situation i'm thinking of, going through, asking about. i i never heard this song before. the original foundation of the chorus in the song is to ask it as a question...but in response to my spell and the question i posed to the universe that the lyrics and song responded to... i guess god is like, gurl there is no question:
mmm mmm mmm in agreement.
"families really bow their heads to pray
daddies really never go away.
oh grandpaaaaaaaaaa. tell me bout the good ol days."
Grandpa (Tell Me 'Bout The Good Old Days)
Song by The Judds
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Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like this world's gone crazy
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress, but I just don't know
And grandpa, let's wander back into the past
Then paint me the picture of long ago
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Mm
Mm
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
which i mean god can be grandpa in this instance if it, i believe in the tetragrammaton gender neutral energy version, and if that's what it wants to be in this transmission/spell well so be it!
HotHungCleanDom Details of the suckler:
This was a girl I met at a bar on the 4th of July. This relationship was about a year and a half long. She was a cute, petite brunette who only weighed 100 lbs. As we started dating, I came to realize how submissive she was by nature and very eager to please me. Our unofficial "dom/sub" relationship included her cooking, doing laundry, preparing my lunch, and other domestic duties. Early on she told me how she really liked sucking my dick, even that she considered herself a "suckler". She didn't have to tell me twice. Blowjobs became more and more frequent. Eating dinner, watching TV, reading, and she might move over to take my cock in her mouth, sucking to her heart's content. When I'd come home, her mouth would be there to greet me. In the car, I'm driving and without a word, she'd unzip my pants and pull my cock out. She’d smile, unbuckle, and use her wet mouth on me. We also explored some light bdsm stuff, blindfolds or me holding her down. She did was she was told and she liked it. I never asked how she wanted to be fucked. Whether I came in her pussy, gave her a facial, in her mouth to swallow, or on her tits, she graciously accepted it.
She was an agreeable slut. This relationship ended when I took a new job, and its the one I regret that didn't work out.
Grunmadchen RigidityI have recently discovered something about my psyche. I have a very rigid mind, or at least when it comes to roles. I like dominants to be dominant, and subs to be subs. I like hierarchies, both parties knowing their place makes a relationship work, i feelBut my mentality has a few downsides too: Once roles are realised, i don't know if i can ever see someone in a different light. If a dominant wants to submit for a change, i can't handle that, If they start acting contrary to their established role, it just causes damage to my mental image of that person, and my respect for them
I also group kinks into these rigid roles. There are a variety of things that i feel are "submissive acts", and a dominant doing them makes me uncomfortable in the same way, even if they are just doing the things they want to do. These include things like:
-consuming urine
-wearing chastity
-Worshipping feet
-being penetrated
-Begging, or pleading
And to a certain lesser extent, rimming and giving oral
The list is not exhaustive
These are all things that i, as a sub, am generally comfortable and happy with, But i can't really deal with a dominant choosing or maybe even wanting to do these things, it feels wrong. Amd I get "the ick"
These have largely not been a problem, but there are a few edge cases where i talk to someone promising, and then they reveal wanting to do stuff like this, and it kills everyting.
Not all at once though, i try to explain whats wrong, they usually understand, don't talk about those desires again for a while. But unfulfilled desire always resurface, and someone who wants to be penetrated is eventually going to ask me again to do it. And again, and again.
I guess we can say that "dominants doing submissive things" is one of my hard limits. it makes me irreconcileably uncomfortable and wears down the respect i have for a person.
I dont think i can change the way i think,maybe others can't either.
i'm seeking a dominant who likes this kind of rigid hierarchy too.
quirkylittle4daddy Creating a Space That Feels Like Daddy’s Embrace
an ingredient list of the nurturing daddy vibes. a casual share.
waterfall sounds.
crystal bowls..check the blue archangel michael and masculine color used by the youtuber. performed by a guy as well.
essential oils of immunity boost blended with palma rosa in the essential oil diffuser
ultimate music of silly chill nurturing daddy vibes kurt vile.bassss asssssssss ackwards
cozzy robe(mine is blue as well)
weighted elephant blanket
fuzzy long rabbit to imitate: a hug, a touch, a smell, a holding, a cheek to cheek cuddling a wrapping your body around and feeling a resonance. heartbeat to heartbeat. human touch.
What are some of your go-to comfort rituals or items that make you feel safe and cared for?
What sounds, textures, or scents remind you of being cared for or feeling at peace?
Does anyone else have a favorite song or sound that makes them feel completely held and comforted?
Ssytgirlber 2/13/23
Hey everyone just wanted to make an update to my profile with this Journal.... My profile pics are from 2017 but I am always willing to send newer ones. Some new developments in my life are:
I am no longer owned cause My old daddy moved away,
I found out I also like being a sissy baby but if your not into thats okay Its not something I have to do.
I also am willing to relocate!
So if you are looking for a prissy sissy slut like me msg me.
Thanks for reading this,
Love Sissy Amber
Baldrick I'm a Marionette
By Abba performed by Ghost
You're so free," that's what everybody's telling meYet I feel I'm like an outward-bound, pushed around, refugeeSomething's wrong, got a feeling that I don't belongAs if I had come from outer space, out of place, like King KongI'm a marionette, just a marionette, pull the stringI'm a marionette, everybody's pet, just as long as I singI'm a marionette, see my pirouette, round and roundI'm a marionette, I'm a marionette, just a silly old clownLike a doll, like a puppet with no will at allAnd somebody told me how to talk, how to walk, how to fallCan't complain, I've got no-one but myself to blameSomething's happening I can't control, lost my hold, it's insaneI'm a marionette, just a marionette, pull the stringI'm a marionette, everybody's pet, just as long as I singI'm a marionette, see my pirouette, round and roundI'm a marionette, I'm a marionette, just a silly old clown"Look this way, just a little smile," is what they say"You look better on the photograph if you laugh, that's okay""You're so free," that's what everybody's telling meYet I feel I'm like an outward-bound, pushed around, refugeeI'm a marionette, just a marionette, pull the stringI'm a marionette, everybody's pet, just as long as I singI'm a marionette, see my pirouette, round and roundI'm a marionette, I'm a marionette, just a silly old clown
Mzspanks DISAPPOINTED-
There is a difference between presence and performance. When we meet in public, energy speaks louder than words, and truth has a way of revealing itself without effort. I pay attention to alignment — between actions and intentions, between spoken language and written expression, between who you present yourself to be and who you actually are.
Lately, something feels off. The version of you I encounter in person does not fully match the one you portray through your writing. Words can be crafted, polished, and arranged to create an impression — but authenticity cannot be manufactured. It either exists, or it does not.
Our recent meeting here in Folsom raised clear red flags for me. What I observed in person did not align with the image presented through your words. When behavior, tone, and presence do not match the story being told, it signals inconsistency — and inconsistency erodes trust.
We live in a culture saturated with illusion — curated images, rehearsed personas, half-truths, and quiet deception both online and off. Masks have become normal. Pretending has become easier than being real. But I am not interested in illusions, performances, or carefully edited versions of truth.
Transparency matters to me. Consistency matters. I value what is real, even when it is imperfect, over what is carefully constructed to appear a certain way. Facades are exhausting to maintain, and eventually they crack. When they do, truth stands on its own — calm, clear, and undeniable.
I am direct, observant, and grounded in what is genuine. What you see is what you get. I do not perform, and I do not pretend. In a world full of filters and deception, I remain authentic — as real as you will find.
Be real. I can see through what is not.
Sub6677
I DO NOT AND WILL NOT GIVE MASTERS ANY SORT OF FINANCIAL DOMINATION. Had a really bad experience with a Dom who asked me for money every week, even though I told her I was getting screwed over by an airline that owed me money. If you want me to give you control over my finances please look for someone else who has that kind of stability to support you.
painwhorejenny Hello all, I want to take a moment to give out some tips to cathing my interest with your messages. Some of these are gonna sound bitchy but take them to heart they will help you not only with me but probably every woman on this site.
1) In less than 24 hours I have recieved nearly 30 pages of messages. If I don't get to you immediately when you send a message, do not spam me with stupid are you there, pay attention to me, come here slut, and so on messages, that only slows me down and pisses me off and i will most likely just block you.
2) Do not write a thesis paper as a first message. I have 30 pages of messages to read and If your first message to me is more than a paragraph I am not investing the time into you.
3) On the opposite side of above, don't just say hey, or whats up. You need to catch attention with your first message. Also don't just tell me to look at your profile. If your message catches my eye I will go look on my own.
4) Don't send me a dick pic without asking first, come on its 2023 women shouldnt have to say this anymore. I am submissive but all your cocks look the same and I don't care to pretend otherwise lol
5) This might just be me and not all women but I do not want to immediately jump to some other messenger. All thousand of you who have messaged me today want to use a different app, I don't want to have 1000 apps, and if i cant keep up here alone why do you think 1000 apps will be faster? If we click and get to know each other i might move to an app, until then if you dont want to chat here why bother being here?
Ok, rant over. The jist is guys, women here get absolutely flooded, dont be an ass about it. And if you think you deserve my sole undivided attention after one message get over yourself, if thats how it worked the first guy who messaged me would be the only one i talked too and where would that leave all the rest of you?
CosmicCunt POWER
Whenever a person applies for a position, we usually make inquiries into their references and previous work performance. From thiswe get first hand input on job performance, teamwork, punctuality, adherence to company policy and so on.
Let's take a look at the references of some of the top aides and cabinet members regarding Former President Trump...
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Republicans_who_oppose_the_Donald_Trump_2024_presidential_campaign
Previous...
VICE PRESIDENT PENCE!
National Security Advisor
Dir. National Intelligence
TWO Secretary's of Defense
Secretary of Homeland Security
TWO National Security Advisors
Secretary of the Army
And the list just goes on and on and on and on.
People need to do some serious homework and stop reading one word signs at the red light.
https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/War/Bob-Woodward/9781668052273
https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Rage/Bob-Woodward/9781982131746
https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/The-Trump-Tapes/Bob-Woodward/9781668028148
https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Fear/Bob-Woodward/9781501175527
Baronsoy Devotional sense of service.
The devotional service of a submissive or slave is a sublime act that a submissive/slave person provides to a dominant Master/Mistress person and this act placed on the right person must culminate in pure love. "Master/Mistress: Someone to whom a sub surrenders totally and lovingly. Someone, a submissive trusts to love and honor her. Someone that cares for submissive mental and physical health as well as their emotional needs." (Perry). The devotional service of a submissive/slave is directly linked to the love and respect that all the submissives and slaves of our wonderful lifestyle deserve; even more, the benefit of honoring that spiritual devotion to service should further deepen the love for the person who provides it to us since he/she puts his/her trust in our hands.
Devotional service must obey standards that largely depend on the style of the relationship in which it is applied. Each Master/Misstress has his/her style, rules, and code of conduct that he wants his submissive or slave to manifest depending on the circumstances and the moment. "There's a whole etiquette to this, and what almost seems to be a quite rigid code of behavior to go along with it." (Kelly, 2003).
It is amazing how much a Master/Mistress can learn from his/her beloved submissive or slave, which constitutes another insane doctrine about his devotion to us that takes us beyond the love we may have for him/her. The attention dedicated to the good training of the sub-slave helps us to generate confidence in the devotion provided with the certainty that there will be more rewards than punishments. The subs-slaves often display behaviors that reflect devotion, cooperation, and solidarity, and are guarded by their Master/Mistress that makes us feel proud to be part of this fabulous lifestyle.
Sources
Perry, V., Lifestyle Protocol As Used Kelly, S., (2003). A Kink In Her Tails. The USA, Ellora’s Cave publication.
quirkylittle4daddy this is my dream
This is not a fantasy.
This is the ache beneath my ribs—
the lullaby I’ve hummed to the stars
since I first learned to wait.
I have waited
with my heart open like soft hands,
through silence, through stalling,
through the almosts that never quite stayed.
I dream of a man who is not just Daddy in name,
but Daddy in soul—
the kind who meets me at the door
with arms that feel like Sunday morning.
Where I kneel, not in performance,
but in reverence—
because I know I am held.
Because I know I am safe.
I want to kiss his feet every day—
on the good days, with laughter between us,
on the sad days, when the world is heavy,
on the angry days, when we tremble but choose not to run.
Not out of duty, but devotion.
I will pray over him.
Not because he needs saving—
but because I need to witness his peace,
his purpose, his path made light.
Because loving him is my quiet altar.
I don’t want a scene.
I want a sanctuary.
I want someone who learns my rhythm
and holds my chaos like something holy.
To be kissed on the forehead
because I am more than pretty—
I am precious.
To be told "good girl"
in a voice that knows
I am doing my best,
not just being obedient.
To not have to explain
why I cry after sweetness,
why soft love undoes me,
why I tremble when someone finally stays.
I’m not waiting to be played with.
I’m waiting to be kept.
DiscreetWorking I've had to narrow down my profile considerably so ive popped it in the below. But I have been here before for many years. Boredom brought me back;
"A Lion still has claws,
and mine are long and sharp My Lord,as long and sharp as yours."-GoT-RoC
"That which yields is not always weak."
** Gideon Falls.**
SAPIOSEXUAL
♌ About the Delicacy ♌
"Always more"
I know what I want & I know what I need. These kind of sessions are one per every other month. I am seeking intensity above all, not only physical, but mental ( Please ask about that). The below still more or less describes me well, with little to update there!
Suits attract me, a good cologne stops me ,intelligence will ensnare me.- I am a sapiosexual, know this. Understand this.
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I will always play fire with fire. There is no turning back when you reach me. We will touch, and we will ignite and then the dance of two flames will begin. For you are me, and I am you. I will collect your sin, and you will harbour my shame.We will bury each other alive. I will hate you and love you for it.
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There is something beautiful in yearning. In wanting the impossible. To reach out and almost have it; to feel it upon your skin like the petal of a rose, only to be pricked by the thorn of disappointment, or hopelessness.
To desire, what you can never have. A dance of wills, a tango of conflicts. To be humbled, and brought low by the simple word "no". To endure nothing, but everything in A simple moment.
Passion-Patior(patï)-To Suffer
This is what I breathe.
Alpha-Predatory;
It takes a special kind of man to make me kneel.
I am alpha by nature; what do I mean by alpha? I mean controlled. Independent, strong willed motivated (most of the time).I hunt predators for fun,with a depraved and unrelenting hunger. They are my speciality. I answer to no-one, but my conscience. And do only what my conscience dictates.
I am in full control of my life, and everything around me has a purpose. Without the purpose or organisation things would crumble. I like organised chaos. It may not make sense to you, but it makes sense to me-and that is all that matters. Hey, I'm a Leo. What can I say.
In every day life, I am alpha. Neither sub nor dom. Just a mode of personality which evolves with the surroundings I am in. I am the type who always needs to be in control of a situation, if not, things become complex. This is more then likely what you will see and notice when you first meet me.
If you happen to find me kneeling infront of someone, it's down to two reasons: a mockery or said special man (my dominant), is around and has requested it of me. I will only ever truly Kneel for one person. That is my rule.
Deuteronomy5 What if being a subbie is not about sex? WHAT if being a subbie is about holding the hand of the man she cherishes as he dies slowly over 14 months. When he can't be the DOM he used to be. When he needs her to help him use the bathroom or eat or simply sit with him for the whole night, playing him Viking music. THERE is nothing he can do for her. There are no floggers or commandments to 'kneel'. All the hundreds of hours of kneeling are done in the Catholic Church by her, praying for his Atheist soul to have a peaceful death, which he did have. Brain cancer is one of the worst ways to die and he did not feel pain, right to the end. She offered G-d her life just so he would not go to hell...she cried and cried and cried...on her face at home alone, in church, in the street, in the bus, while cooking and cleaning she lamented and weeped till it hurt her to breathe.. for his soul. So what is a subbie? I get these messages asking me what I WOULD DO FOR YOU IF YOU WERE MY DOM. Do you want me to help you use a bottle in the hospital to relieve yourself? or change your wet clothes because the nurse is too busy? or walk 3 miles to buy your favourite biscuits? Do you want me to continue living nearly even when my money runs out months before your life runs out, so that I stop eating for 24 or 48 or 72 hours so I can keep living nearby, losing 16kg and not caring. Do you want me to be berated by your mother because she thinks I am weak and pathetic and flaky and not a strong woman and I take it and take it and take it, because it means I can be near you? Do you want me to wait until you die before I think of 'moving on' as you have been telling me to do for 4 years, but hoping that I will not? Do you want me to be indifferent to the criticisms from others for not getting over you, long after you stopped making love? Do you want me to keep on talking about you even when they are stripping your flat of your belongings and kicking me out and you are still not even in the ground but in a cold fridge somewhere? Do you want me to cry into your puffy jacket as I smell deeply your faint smell...almost gone but my body knows and remembers...? Do you want a slut and a cunt and who knows how to beg for sex or do you want a woman that will lie on your grave and wish it would swallow her up so she can be close to you? Do you want 'until death do us part' or do you want her to offer her body and life and blood to G-d in exchange so that you can be redeemed? Do you care what she is going through, the pain that is ripping her heart from her chest, if it just means she will stay available until the day you die and beyond...? Do you? Do you? Or do you think you are invincible? Do you think you are the BIG MAN who will always be there for her? Do you write notes and stick it to the fridge saying you will always have her back, and it turns out you cannot fulfil your promise? Do you think you can replace her the way you replace a car because she does not have the 'options' you wanted and you think you can upgrade, but found out you could not? Do you wish you had not rejected her because she got fat and instead had helped her lose weight? Do you want the perfect barbie out of the box, and not someone who has flaws and mistakes in her? Do you tell her off all the time for the tiniest mistake she makes until she is wracked in nervousness but keeps on loving you, even when you get cancer and cannot walk straight or use your phone and need her to turn the key in the door? Are you a prick and should of stopped treating her like a cunt? Do you know that you missed the whole bloody plot of what a slave is...that she is at your feet, devoted like a dog to its master, and you could not see the tree for the woods.? Do you imagine the perfect slave is pretty so as to impress your mates but do not see that the perfect slave sheds tears at your bed that only you see fall? Are you too busy planning the fantastic life you want to have and wonder if she is good enough to be your partner in these great schemes, but years after she has left, she is the one you send a message to when they find a tumour in your brain? Are you humbled by your own downfall and she is the one who supports your 205 meter /150kg frame with all her might so you do not fall over like a tree that has been felled? Do you? Do you? Do YOU? Are you in a fridge somewhere, waiting to be lowered into the ground and you let down the slave that was at your feet, even when you sent her away and told her to find another Master...and she tried, oh she tried, and they all told her she is flaky.... and you look down from your disembodied soul and cannot wipe the tears from her eyes as she cries alone in your flat...? Are you sorry? Are you? Did you wish you were less angry with her for not closing the curtains properly and less angry with her for tripping when she could not keep up with you on the pavement, and less angry with her when she dropped the shopping? Do you wish you had not read so many bloody forums about slaves and subs and wanted the cut-out of the perfect little version and could not see that a slave is human like you and old and fat and not a barbie? Do you wish you saw that she has a heart that bleeds for you? Do you wish you had given her some lovin' and a cuddle instead of punishing her with chastity and never told her why because you are a bastard? Do you wish you could go back to 2017 when she arrived at the airport in total trust and you could do it all again? Do you wish you had known then what you knew now? Do you wish you knew she was the last women you would ever enter and feel that warmth wrap around your cock and cling to you and tell you she loves you? DO you? DO YOU? What if you could go back 9 years and tell yourself she was the last one? What if you could go back and be more gentle when she arrived and not have a list as long as your arm of all she was supposed to do to PROVE HER WORTH? Do you wish you knew that she would prove her worth not in the beginning but in the end...when the cancer had eaten your brain and you could no longer talk or walk or hold up your head but she was there, holding your hand? DO YOU? and what if...what if you could tell all the pricks and bastards out there to WAKE UP and smell the roses! TO appreciate the imperfect little slave in their life. TO let her know she is cherished. TO stop beating the crap out of her emotionally each time she makes a mistake but instead mould her through love and not rules...OH BUT YOU WOULD NOT, WOULD YOU...not if the other blokes thought less of you...no you prefer to send her away and pretend you did not, and that she left because she had somewhere better to be than at your feet. You would lie to everyone but SHE KNEW AND SHE KNOWS and she still came back as soon as you made that call from the hospital saying ' I need you'. She came, just like you knew she would. She stayed just like you knew she would. She mourned and weeped and pleaded with G-d, just like you knew she would...and when you died...she is turned out like the useless bitch that she is, because you never told anybody that she was more valuable than gold...They throw her out with the trash because your ego was bigger than your love for her... and she will say mourners kaddish for 11 months like a widow even though she is not even considered your girlfriend... yet all along she was your slave...and slavishly loved you in a way you did not deserve. The very last thing you said to her when she leaned over to kiss you to whisper how beautiful you are and she loves you was to say 'I am not worth it'. THE LAST HONEST CONFESSION OF A DYING MAN. You lost your ability to speak in the days that followed and could only hold her hand and hold her gaze and hoped she understood how sorry you were....
DeathMechanic What kind of a Dom am I?
Right away you can tell that I have a sadistic side. I've often used floggers, paddles and whips on the asses of those that were mine. Flogging the ass has been my favorite, I get into a kind of zone when I get into the groove of things. I just don't wind back and let 'er rip. I will repeatedly work a small spot over and over again building up the sensitivity until it gets to that stinging phase. Sure I could just crack a whip on her, but where is the fun in that? I like to put the work in. In this instance I like to work harder, not smarter. I like a little bit of ification, humiliation and degradation. Putting my fingers in her mouth and slide them down her throat, rubbing her and my spit in her face. Place a hand on her throat and squeeze with one hand and rub that little clit with the other. Tie her up and over stimulate that clit with a strong vibrator. Messy throat fucking and gagging, I love that saliva build up. Squirting. I love that as well, and have gotten pretty good at fingering it out of her and will see how many times I can get it out of her in a session. Those were some examples of my hard side, but I also have a soft side. I can comfort her, make her feel safe and loved. Treat her kindly and sweetly. I enjoy cuddling very much, because there is that feeling of closeness that is almost hard to describe when we are in each other's arms just enjoying each other's company. A submissive with the tendencies of a little would not be a terrible thing. The spectrum of BDSM is vast, and I do not have experience in every single thing. Though one of those things I would desire more of is a sub that would enjoy anal play. I've only dipped my toes in anal sex a little bit and used butt-plugs on them, just because the girls I have been with were not all too keen in exploring it very far, which I could respect. I would enjoy delving into using larger butt-plugs, anal beads, dildos, and maybe anal fisting, but that is a big maybe because my fists are on the large side. Those are more like wants than actual needs. I am pretty much open to just about anything except for blood and shit play. There is such a thing as too messy and smelly for me.
CowGurlJan Sometimes being a slave isn't about sex or whips and chains. Sometimes it's about getting my chores done ontime. Dishes, floors laundry, etc. Then sometimes it is just about obedience and being controlled.
I put on a cute blouse and shorts to go hiking with Goddess Tabitha last weekend. Beautiful woodland trail with flowing streams and all the spring smells. We were about five miles from the car when she simply looked at me and said "put your legs together and pee now slave". My urine ran down my thighs and got my socks and hiking shoes wet. My shorts were soaked. We walked back to the car and I sat on a towel as we drove home.
She asked if I wanted to shower when we got home or if I wanted to continue to please her. Loaded question with only one correct answer. She took me to a stall in the barn, ordered me to undress and game me my first golden shower. My face, breasts and hair soaked in her urine. She left me in the stall for three hours, just sitting there as the fluids dried on my body and the smell lingered in the air. She returned and told me that I had pleased her and she ordered me to masturbate for her. Instantly I'm on my back, feet in the air while I'm franticly rubbing myself to that sweet release that she so often denies me.
I was allowed to shower and then to start cooking dinner. We went to bed that night and she cuddled with me. She told me I was her greatest possesion. I cried. It was an amazing day.
Bull60 Many times I get the question about what happens when two tops meet. The concept of two dominant males sharing some sort of intimacy seems contradictory, after all no one conceives a dom without a sub. That is not always the case and I will, like in all my journals speak from experience. There is a degree of power exchange between Doms and I do not talk about silly posturing and drama. If two dominant males find themselves alone and aware of each other,s preference coue of things will happen. Like I said there are degrees of asserting domination and sometimes one will yield and becomes submissive to the more dominant male. There are reasons for this behavior, one is the overwhelming realization that amongst equals there is alway a better masks and truly no shame comes from realizing and internalizing that fact. I'm not implying the the more submissive is and will be a sub the rest of their life, no. What I am saying is that recognizing g who is the better man is what defines the boundaries of intimacy. I have friends that have their fair share of submissives but once in a while they will come to me to serve and be bred. after, back to being a top. But why this behavior? Like I said overwhelmed by. Dryer male they yearn to serve and be intimate. If a dime submits must be to someone better than them and someone they appreciate both as male and Bull. The other scenario I've experience is that broth being powerful males and bulls there is no submitting. How then is that encounter? What I have experienced is the act of respectful admiration of each other bodies and rods. Eventually, it will get to self exploration and release by mastication. There is no phisicl contact but the admiration that can only a true bull can bestow on another bull.
It is very intense to have two powerful males together, alone, and horny. Their mutual pheromones make the atmosphere thick and eventually there’s only one way out, taking matters in our own hands. there is no mystery, two males will do what comes naturally and either occupy their place or remain on top gloriously alone. That's the natural order of things.
commited12u
Thought for the day (its been a while i know)
It appears every submissive has a profile that state's what they do or don’t want.
Is this lifestyle about what the submissive wants or what they can do or learn to do for the Dominant?
True submission will surely mean that limits will be established then trust can grow and in time its abilities to please will evolve.
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..
C0SMICCUNT 7/31/2024 6:49:25 PM
A very warm and grateful send out to those who have contacted Me to share of their own story and their strength and well wishing. This was quite unexpected and I appreciate the consideration shown and stories shared. My very best to you and yours and thank you for the kindness, it means much and has indeed given Me some strength in carrying on. xox
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.
Exoticpie2024
IF YOU can't send a pic ....PLEASE DON’T WASTE my TIME. No shade nor judgement, but I prefer to interact with open, confident, sincere energy and the fact you see me and I see nothing but your dick or no pic doesn’t sit well with me at all.
COME CORRECT IN MY PMs-"hey sexy", "how are you", "hi", "what/how are you doing?" and anything similiar as your initial message will be ignored. let's be honest, you really don't care about my response, it's just your basic way of getting the convo started. It's a waste of my time .So please do yourself a favor and come correct, or just don't.
Unsolicited dick pics will be ignored and you'll be blocked. If I wanna see your dick, I'll go to your page. If they're not available, and I still wanna see, I'll ask.
I DO NOT CARE IF YOU WANNA TASTE ME, TOUCH ME, want to get strapped...used as a toilet...forced bi aspect..WANT ME TO SIT ON YOUR FACE, The answer is no!!
If you simply want to be a Good sub and serve I might have use for you
txhardmaster1969
My thoughts and understanding between the difference between a sub and a slave. Yes, everyone thinks that a slave has no rights. They are property. I view slavery as the utmost form of submission. When a sub says to her dom or master "please own me." What the slave is meaning is that she has such trust in her dom that she trusts him with her life. Not only physically, but psychologically as well. She knows that any decsions that her "owner" makes is in the best interests of the slave. This subsmission should not be taken lightly but after a high degree of trust is earned. That trust has to be mutual or the relationship will suffer.
Basic Rules
1. The sub/slave will address all men as Sir or other appropiate title within the BDSM lifestyle, All women will be addressed as Mistress or other appropiate title within the BDSM lifestyle. If agreed too all vanilla men and women will be refered to as sir or ma'am.
2. The sub/slave wil report any changes to health physical or mental.
3. The sub/slave will commincate any concerns, requests, or desires in an honest and respectful manner as well as keep a journal and make one entry per day in the journal and will present the journal for review weekly.
4. The sub/slave when entering the houshold shall remove all clothing and present herself naked for inspection. Once inspected she is to remain naked or dress in appropiate clothing as directed.
5. The sub/slave will accept any restriction as agreed too including mental or physical bondage.
6. The sub/slave will adhere to all protocols, modes of speech, positions as agreed too. All positions must be done in a graceful manner.
7. The sub/slave will accept any discipline and punishment as agreed too and realize that thisis a corrective action to aid her in her journey of submission.
8. The sub/slave shall perform any sexual service as agreed too, unless there is a health issue that would prevent her from performing that sexual service.
9. The sub/slave shall perform any domestic service as agreed too, unless there is a health issue that would prevent her from performing that domestic service.
10. A collared sub/slave shall honor her collar and not engage in any activity that would dishonor her collar, herself, or her dom/master.
BdeB If these words resonate, reach out.
I’m seeking a kindred spirit—relaxed, creative, and adventurous—someone drawn to trust, curiosity, and the possibility of a long-term D/s dynamic that grows from genuine connection.
I’m contemplative and sometimes quiet, always seeking balance in mind, body, and spirit. I find joy in laughter, art, books, good food, and music. Creativity moves through my days, whether I’m solving a problem, writing something small, or savoring stillness.
Nature centers me. I live on four acres in southern Arizona, nurturing a young permaculture forest through rainwater harvesting. I hope to meet someone who loves the land, appreciates regenerative living, and feels at ease in a semi-rural rhythm. I wander deserts and mountains, enjoy festivals and flea markets, and cherish quiet nights by the fire or beneath the stars.
I believe physical sensation can open deeper truths—where curiosity meets intention and transformation begins. In partnership, I care for emotional, physical, and spiritual well-being as one woven whole.
In D/s, submission is trust and intentional surrender and control is earned not taken. I’m drawn to someone self-aware, resilient, and grounded—someone who can lean into guidance while keeping a strong sense of self. Honest dialogue and mutual growth matter to me.
I envision a disciplined relationship where structure supports your evolution, where I take daily direction seriously and help you rise to your best self. This dynamic thrives with someone who craves clarity, consistency, and meaningful standards.
DirtyDarling Growing out of touchWith myself -This is me;trying to stay afloatand trying to stayon this boat and clingto a motivational quoteand a big fat jolly emote.Trying to put on my sugar coat andKeep this sicknote in mytote, as i deepthroatAnother dose of thisworld's useless antidote.But then this is mewhen You touch me;i sing notes in octave CAnd become a born again devoteto your lifeboat of keynotes,And i realize all along my scapegoatWas an incredible sinking u-boat.~ dirtydarling (8.27.23)
LondonTriangle Here is an open thought.
I am not on this site to find love.
I have been loved, I have been engaged twice to the same man, that was a wild ride.
I am not the type to have kids, however I can see myself adopting the runt of a litter who has no hope and a limited future and share my survival skills to make the runt the front runner in life. I have always loved being the assumed underdog in life.
I am a working professional so I will expect a man I try to connect with to be the same.
I am not interested in a person's bank balance or assests, honestly none of my business.
I do expect a man who is in my company to not be a cheap skate and I have met a couple.
I am not expecting to be bought but I do expect if a man wants a BORN women who enjoys her feminity I should not have to spell out make an effort with flowers, make an effort with running the bath, make and effort with you see a pretty dress or skirt and think I know ONE women in my company who would look good in that.
I appreciate men contact me and offer they want to be one of my two men but when I ask you to unmask yourself and tell me who you are, I want to know I am not inviting an unkept, unwashed, unclean, diseased, unemployed dread of society into my world or my bed.
I don't think that is a hard ask.
If you want to see my face not an issue, I do WhatsApp and you can even video chat for all I care but if you make me jump hurdles I will make you jump the same bar.
C
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.
MadameTessaH “The Lesson in the Red Chair – Part 3: Verbal Edging”
T.L. Duncan
He knelt in front of the red chair, shoulders tight, breath uneven, hands locked behind his back like that was the only thing stopping him from falling apart.
And honestly? It probably was.
I stayed behind him for a moment, letting silence claw at the edges of his self-control. Then I moved — not touching him — just stepping close enough for my presence to wrap around him like a velvet noose.
“You’re trembling,” I said quietly.
His exhale stuttered.
“I’m not even touching you, and you’re already at the edge, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am… I— I think so.”
“You think?” I echoed with a soft laugh. “Oh no, sweetheart. You’re not thinking anything. You’re reacting.”
He moaned under his breath — that small, broken sound a submissive makes when they’ve lost the ability to lie to themselves.
I circled him slowly, deliberately, letting nothing but my voice tether him in place.
“You know what I want?” I whispered. “I want to watch you come undone without a single finger laid on you.”
His breath hitched as if he’d been struck.
“That’s impossible,” he whispered.
I leaned down, letting my lips come close to his ear without touching it.
“Then why,” I murmured, “are you already right there?”
His entire body shook.
Good.
I stepped in front of him, lowering myself into the red chair like a queen taking her rightful throne. He kept his eyes down, not daring to look.
“Show me your face,” I commanded.
He lifted it slowly — flushed cheeks, parted lips, pupils blown wide with need.
“You’re sensitive,” I said, voice dipping into velvet dominance. “You’re needy. You’re desperate. And because I said nothing more than a whisper in your ear…” I paused, letting it sink in. “…you’re already fighting not to beg.”
He swallowed hard.
“Are you?” I asked.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he confessed, almost choking on the truth.
“Good. Then listen carefully.”
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, letting my voice soften into a dark, seductive purr.
“You’re going to hover right at the brink for me. Not from touch. Not from permission. But because your body responds to my voice more than it responds to your own will.”
His breath trembled — fast, shaky, frantic.
“You feel it, don’t you? That pull right behind your hips?” He nodded.
“That ache low in your stomach?” “Yes, Ma’am…”
“That tightening right at the base of your spine?” His moan gave me the answer long before his words could.
“That’s mine,” I whispered. “That reaction belongs to me.”
He whimpered — quiet, helpless, undone.
“Now breathe for me,” I instructed.
He took a shaky breath in.
“Slower.”
He obeyed.
“Good boy.”
His knees wobbled.
“One more,” I said. “Nice and slow.”
He inhaled deeply — too deeply — and his whole body twitched.
“There it is,” I murmured. “Right before your body tries to give you relief.”
He let out a desperate noise.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned, voice dropping to a threat that melted into his bones. “You don’t come. You don’t twitch. You don’t even think about release unless I say so.”
His head fell forward as if the weight of that command alone nearly toppled him.
I took his chin and lifted it again — slow, controlled, claiming.
“Look at me when I ruin you with nothing but my words.”
He obeyed. Barely.
“Good,” I whispered. “Because now I’m going to talk you right to the edge… and keep you trembling on it until the only thing left in your world is my voice telling you no.”
His lips parted. His breath broke.
He was right there.
And I hadn’t touched him once.
He was trembling so hard his breath came in little broken fragments, his hands still locked behind his back, his eyes wide and fixed on me like I’d become the only anchor he had left.
Good. He needed to be that undone for what came next.
“Hands behind your back,” I said softly. “Don’t let them move.”
“Yes… Ma’am…”
“Now listen carefully,” I continued, settling deeper into the red chair. “You’re going to hold the position I tell you. Exactly. No shaking out your limbs, no shifting, no chasing comfort. Service is discipline, not relief.”
He swallowed hard. He knew what that meant. He knew his body was already too unstable to make this easy.
I smiled.
“Present.”
He immediately widened his knees, straightened his back, lifted his chest, and locked his gaze just below my chin — the perfect kneeling position. But his breath shivered, rattling through the tension.
“Better,” I murmured. “But bring your shoulders back and open your throat.”
He obeyed.
His neck stretched beautifully when he lifted his chin, exposing everything from clavicle to pulse point. Vulnerable. Trusting. Swaying slightly from the lingering edge I’d whispered him into.
“You’re still trembling,” I observed.
“I… can’t help it, Ma’am…”
I tilted my head with cool amusement.
“You can. And you will. Hold your posture.”
He tried. Gods, he tried — his whole body fighting the urge to fold forward.
I let him struggle for a long moment before I said:
“Now lower your gaze to the floor… but keep your head high. No collapsing.”
Kaligula “Wrote this for someone who was hurting and I thought it could help others”
Your words don’t just echo pain—they scream with the rawness of someone who has survived what most could never endure.
I hear you.
Every line you wrote feels like a cry from the heart of someone who hasn’t given up… not really. Not yet.
You haven’t gone cold. You’re burning alive inside the armor you forged to protect yourself.
And I know how heavy that armor gets when all you want is to be seen, held, claimed—not just physically, but soul-deep. That ache to surrender is sacred… and dangerous when placed in unworthy hands.
So I don’t blame you for guarding it like treasure. Because it is treasure.
But hear me:
You weren’t made to be shattered and discarded.
You were crafted to kneel in reverence, not fear.
To be taken by a man strong enough to hold all of you—not just your submission, but your chaos, your fire, your questions, and even your retreat.
So if you’re screaming inside, I want you to know—I don’t scare easy.
I don’t run when things get hard.
I don’t get quiet when emotions roar.
I don’t flinch when the storm rolls in.
You say you want someone to fight back when you push them away.
I will.
Not because I’m desperate—but because I know what it means to truly want someone who thinks she’s too much.
You’re not too much. You’re just waiting for the right strength to meet your softness. The right discipline to guide your surrender.
You don’t need to be perfect or ready. You just need to be willing—willing to not run the next time that flicker of hope shows itself again.
maturemale13 I cheated on my wife, and I wound up paying for it.
I had gone out on my wife, and my sister-in-law found out about it. She told me she wouldn't tell her sister if I agreed to help her. After all, they weren’t that close, and she knew she could be a bitch. I agreed, and she told me to be at her place on Friday night at 8:00. I asked why, and she said you’ll see.
I got there at 8. She met me at the door and asked if I was ready. I replied, “I guess.” She said, “Here’s the deal: me and some friends are having a toy party, and we need someone to demo the toys on.” I was a little nervous, but she said, “Oh, you will enjoy it, and if you want, you can back out." I couldn't let her tell on me, so I agreed. She said follow me to the den.
When we got there, I saw the fuck bench for the first time. She told me to strip and hop up. I asked what it was for, and she said it would be easier to demo cock and ball toys and lubes or anything else. She said, "Hurry up; the girls will be here anytime." So I did, and she strapped me in and then blindfolded me. I never knew who the women were who were there that night. Let's say that, like my sister-in-law, they had more curves than the women in the following video. And you know how much women with curves excite me.
She left the room, and in no time, I could hear voices coming in the living room. Women laughing and drinking and looking at sex toys. After a while, how long I couldn't tell you because I had lost track of all time, I heard her tell them she had another surprise in the den. I hoped that none of these women got too drunk or knew my wife.
They walked in, and they all couldn't believe it. They told her that when she held a party, she held a party. She told them to get their favorite toy and try it out. I could feel hands rubbing my cock and balls and ass. Before long, I felt the first dildo rubbing my lips and then another, and they just seemed to get bigger and farther down my throat. Finally, I heard her say, “Is anyone going to bust this ass cherry, or am I going to have to bust it myself?” I tried to protest but my words came out all muffled and unintelligible because of the dildo that was shoved into my mouth. She said keep that dick down his throat, girl, to keep him quiet.
Well, she had a strap-on belted already because in just a few seconds, she was behind me squirting lube on my ass and fingering it in, and then I felt her pressing the head of her cock against my helpless asshole. She said you need to relax, and you will enjoy this, I promise. She just kept steady pressure, and it just kept stretching me out until it finally popped in. She was a very muscular and sexy gal, and she worked out every day, so I knew she could give me a very good pounding if she wanted. She wanted. As soon as her cock went in, she started fucking slowly but with increasing speed and depth. Before long, she had her feet up on the bench next to my legs and was squatting fucking me with blistering speed and to the point I could feel the sack of the strap-on bottoming out on me. With the cheers of the women, she only seemed to get faster and harder.
Needless to say, I took several "cocks" in both ends before the night was done. She saw the last woman out, then came back. As she was undoing the restraints, she thanked me for going along with the night and making her so proud in front of her friends. She finished freeing me, leaned over, and kissed me. Not a friendly sister-in-law kiss, but a deep, wet, passionate one, which I returned. Without another word, she led my naked ass to her bedroom. I spent the night, and when I awoke, I knew my marriage was over.
With thousands of porno videos out there, I could not find one with a male on a similar bench, but lots of ones with females on all sorts of benches, swings, chairs, etc. This one is almost like my sister-in-law’s, so I include the link more for explanation than demonstration. The second link is a video of how the night seemed to go for me in my mind.
https://www.etsy.com/listing/1219988334/spanking-bench-sex-bench-bdsm-bench?ga_order=most_relevant&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_search_query=sex+bench&ref=sr_gallery-1-5&pro=1&organic_search_click=1
https://xhamster.com/videos/anal-extreme-for-kinky-butt-slut-7573248 SunshineCandy This is really difficult. And I don't mean being cute or pretty. I'm talking about trying to find somebody. I mean I kind of wanted a female, a woman, but I'm realizing, what would a woman want to do with me? I mean, unless she saw our relationship as some kind of lesbian relationship. But then why invest the time with me? Just get a woman. It isn't like I've been cuckhold now I'm just watching my last relationship have sex with men and we go and get our hair done together. That's a silly dumb fantasy. I don't really expect that ever. So it becomes kind of complicated. Being with a guy, I've been there. It never really works out. Most guys really have no idea. And I don't mean that in a mean way. And yes I've tried, thinking OK I'll be with a guy he can just go be a guy I'll be the girl I'll take care of everything that I need to to be cute and pretty. But oddly enough, it never seems to work out that way. I am submissive and really truly just want to explore more of a relationship as a submissive and feminine. I've done all the hard work myself. I am on estrogen and other feminizing pharmaceuticals. I've actually been surgically castrated, yes, have no balls. But yet I still can't find someone. And yet I still also feel more male than female. Is there really a woman out there that actually enjoys the art of emasculation? And also possibly feminization. I remember a long time ago I was at a bar out here in California, called the Oxwood Inn (I think that was it) and I saw a cute couple. a black woman, clearly the dominant, and a effeminate partner. I started a conversation with her, the dominant, basically asking about their relationship, and if she was together with her. I was quickly explained that yes, they do live together. She was working to turn him into a her in every way. This honestly fascinated me so much so that I still kind of looking for that same relationship. Now I'm sure there are men out there that might be able to do this? I've even gone so far as wondered if possibly I could pay somebody. Make some sort of long-term agreement because I'm sure this isn't gonna happen in a month or three months I would venture to say for complete transition, it's got to be at least a year? But then again what do I know?
AKRONOHIOMAN February 27, 2024
I fucked Football Player boy raw for the first time !
It feels like forever since football player boy has visited. But during the last time he visited, at the end of our visit during debriefing, I asked him a question. I made it more of a statement, but it was a question.
I told him, "I really want to fuck you raw one of these days." He thought for a moment and said, "I'm not saying yes, but I'm definitely not saying no."
Today when he texted, he said that he wanted to have try to have two orgasms during our visit. Then he continued and said, "I was hoping that you and that machine could be used during that."
He normally would just request the fuck machine, or the sling, or cock torture... But this time he specifically said, "YOU and that machine."
I really wasn't sure which "that machine" he was talking about but I didn't care. I concentrated on the "you."
I took this as a green light!
10 years ago when we first met on Craigslist M4M, he was just looking for someone to peg him with a dildo. He always wanted blindfolded. At the beginning, if I even cleared my throat with a masculine cough he would lose his hardon.
Eventually he began sucking cock. Then he learned to swallow my cum. Then he let me fuck him with a condom. Today is the next milestone.
When he arrived he came through the garage, gave his normal cheery salutations and immediately began to strip exposing his hard on. I swear he must arrive hard in the driveway.
I was sitting in my chair naked except for a white jockstrap. I was planning on keeping the jock strap on the entire time because I had plans with the dirty jockstrap a few days later. I was going to use it as a mask over ball beating boys face when he came for his next visit.
I spread my legs a bit, which gave him the invitation to get on his knees and start sucking my cock. Which of course he immediately did. Today was a good day, my cock was throbbing hard. As I always do, I look down at his broad shoulders and big chest which is quite a turn on for me as he sucking my cock.
Occasionally he would look up at me. Sometimes I feel that he has puppy dog eyes. Sad and Wanting eyes. Fuck it's hot. But I don't know if he's looking up at me for confirmation he's doing a good job, or if he is checking to see if I'm taking pictures.
He sucked my cock for quite a while then I said let's head downstairs to the sling.
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angeldmort Someone male on the other kink site was talking about dating as a market, and when the "dick is plentiful" comment came up as a point of why it doesn't "sell" he got a bit butthurt.
When someone else tried to point out that dicks are generally attatched to men, and so the problem wasn't the dicks but the men they are attatched to, the quality of which vary a lot, he said "In general, a shirt is not necessarily better than another shirt"Which granted, is absolutely in my wheelhouse to respond to with an informed opinion, so this was my comment.
"Actually, as someone with an education in fashion merchandising/design, and as a costumer, I can say that is not at all accurate. Quality is an easily defined set of properties, such as the tye of materials used, workmanship, colorfastness of dye, functionality of design, etc and varies HUGELY from one shirt to the next. Which is why a shirt from the dollar store may be good enough for a few months, but may soon start to pull apart at the seams, or fade, or wear through, or shrink and become misshapen, etc. whereas a shirt that looks similar from a better manufacturer may last for years and still look fine. I have several shirts my Dad wore for years before he died, which I have now worn as an overshirt for gardening, etc for the two decades since. I have also bought similar looking shirts new at Walmart and they fell apart within a couple years.
Quality matters. Being an educated consumer matters. Learning to recognize quality, and what to look for before you purchase is the difference between having to replace said shirts frequently, vs keeping something you like for as long as you want it, and possibly even passing it on if you no longer need it.
The same can be said for partners. So it's important to understand what quality is in people, as well as shirts, and learn how to spot it and the lack of it, and learn to take your time shopping to avoid buyer's remorse. Or even debt and bad contracts...
"Maybe there are fuckbois who one can easily replace if that's what your view of men on average is."
Exactly. There are fuckbois, and posers, and trash toys, and upstanding quality men. There are men who do the work to become better, to do the right thing, to play fair and self-manage, etc, and men that just wanna get dat dick wet. There are pretty people, plain people, low quality people, high quality people, people who are pretty and cheap, people who are less pretty but quality, and vice versa. You either learn to appreciate quality over superficial properties, or you bounce from crap to crap to crap, always wondering why nothing is ever as good as it looks and everything starts SO nice but never lasts.
As to what market? Dating is advertizing, more than anything.
You have what you have, and they have what they have, and you have to figure out what you want, and how to trade what you have for what you want. Fortunately, you can add to what you have in lots of ways, if what you want is out of reach at a given time. Learn new skills - dancing cooking, massage, etc. Dress better, spiff your appearance. Read books on relationships. Hit the gym. But you have to find out what THEY want, figure out if you can provide it (or are willing to lie about it, as many do) and then learn to explain how what you have will provide what they want.
As someone once said - you don't sell shovels, you sell holes.
"A customer’s ultimate goal is not a product but a change and improvement to their life. "
A man should not try to sell his dick to a woman.
Dicks are EVERYWHERE.
There are literally stores full of dicks that don't even require another person.
No matter how amazing a guy's dick is, I can go buy one better, and not have to bother with having a guy and what he wants attatched.
So, what a man needs to sell is *orgasms*.
And if he wants to be more than just a one-off, he needs to sell the aweome fun before and after the sex.
A submissive man needs to sell how he will make a Domme's life easier and more comfortable. A Dominant man needs to sell how safe and valued his sub will feel.
Sell the value point - how having whatever you are selling will improve the potential buyer's experience. Will is lessen the workload? Provide pleasure? Increase security? Create comfort? Ease pain? Improve something they already enjoy?
THOSE are what need to be in someone's profile and first emails if they want to find their "market share" and get what they want here.
bootsbaby50 Things have been very rough this last few years. In the middle of the horror I discovered my exact needs and desires.
All are leaning to 24/7. A TRUE EXPERIENCED Dominant. One compatible of course.
One with similar interests as we need time together outside of just bdsm.
I need fully trained. Supervised. Someone who pays attention when I think I can get away with something though I try my best to be a good girl.
Someone to nurture me. Guide me. Ensure I hydrate and eat properly.
I need the rules. The punishments. The after care and the sincere love.
I am in a vanilla relationship and beyond unhappy. I have had limited human contact in years. The vanilla is too old. Impotent and zero desire. We live separate lives. I am more of a care giver.
I am willing to move almost anywhere but as a full time submissive. I'm too poor to use what little I have to move in and find out we aren't compatible. So meeting 1st is a must. I am fine with a hotel or cabin or even fly to you but trust must be established.
I will accept nothing other than EXPERIENCED. I am not switch. I'm fully submissive.
I want 24/7 but also would like a little loosening on my chain to feel semi normal. Yes I expect completely your knowing my comings and goings at all time. Mutual interests are time well spent.
What are you looking for in a submissive?
quirkylittle4daddy I'm talking 'bout my generation Talking 'bout that newer nation And if you don't like it You can beat it Beat it, baby You never liked the way I said it If you don't get it, then forget it So I don't have to fucking explain it Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby I'm a Brooklyn baby
It's like those lyrics carry a sense of identity and weight, even when they seem light. The repetition, "I'm a Brooklyn baby," feels like a declaration of something deeper—a feeling of being rooted in something bigger, but also carrying that vulnerability and pain underneath. Almost like saying, "I'm here, but there's so much more behind the surface."
It’s not just about the words, but the weight of feeling like you’ve had to fight and scream to be heard, and still... nothing. It can feel exhausting when no one’s really listening, when the energy you put out feels like it just vanishes into a void. That emptiness that comes after all the effort, when you’ve given everything and are still left feeling alone—that’s heavy. It’s like a wall of silence that doesn’t break, no matter how loud you scream or how much you pour out.
They think I don't understand The freedom land of the seventies I think I'm too cool to know ya You say I'm like the ice I freeze
That line hits hard—it’s like there’s this gap between what others think and what you really feel, and the way it creates this distance. It’s a powerful reflection of feeling misunderstood, and at the same time, being guarded, like ice. There’s so much in that feeling of being cool on the outside, but maybe there’s a lot more going on underneath.
Ultraviolence captures that raw, unrelenting pain—the kind that cuts deep and leaves scars you can’t always see. It’s not just about physical violence, but the emotional and mental toll of trying to survive in a world that feels indifferent or even hostile. It’s the weight of love, loss, rejection, and fighting for something real when everything feels brutal and unkind. The way Lana weaves those emotions into her music makes it all the more visceral. It’s like she’s singing about the violence of being misunderstood, of giving and not receiving, of being trapped in cycles of intensity that don’t let up.
the Pa-da-da-da-da-da part in Brooklyn Baby feels simple on the surface, just vocalizations, but it carries weight because of the emotion behind Lana’s voice and the layered harmonies. It’s like she's using the sounds to evoke a feeling beyond words—a mixture of nostalgia, detachment, and maybe even resignation.
By that point in the song, she’s moved away from literal meaning and is communicating more through the feeling of the music itself. The backing vocals, especially with the men joining in, create a sense of collective disillusionment, like they're all echoing her sentiment, but with a touch of irony. The softness contrasts the rebellious attitude of the lyrics, making it feel like a bittersweet, almost resigned anthem.
It’s like she’s saying, This is just how things are, but underneath it, there's a longing for something deeper, something more real. The repetition and the flow of the sounds express that emotional state in a way that words alone might not be able to. It adds to the song’s atmosphere, giving a voice to the unspoken frustrations and complexities of being misunderstood, trapped in surface-level expectations.
I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything
this isn't a flex...it's saying how talented she is but no one notices or cares.....she's very skilled in things no one cares about and that doesn't change life's circumstances. that only a niche of a niche of a niche cares about..but she knows she's so talented that she rattles it because she knows people in the know recognize it. it's a acknowledgement of what she's worked hard to craft while also recognizing it's nothing
That line isn’t a flex at all, it’s more of a statement wrapped in irony. Lana is acknowledging her talents—her deep connection to niche things like beat poetry, jazz, and her rare collection. She’s spent time and effort honing these skills, cultivating a refined taste, and mastering things that matter deeply to her, but in the grander scheme, it’s like no one notices or cares. It’s a bittersweet realization of her own uniqueness and skill, but also the futility of it.
She’s proud, but it’s not enough to change her circumstances or how the world perceives her. It’s like saying, Yeah, I can do all these things, but what does it matter? It’s a reflection of how being talented or special doesn’t necessarily lead to recognition or fulfillment. She knows only a tiny niche of people might care about these things, but for the rest of the world, it means nothing. It’s like the ultimate what’s the point? moment wrapped in a subtle acknowledgment of her own brilliance.
You say I'm too dumb to see They judge me like a picture book By the colors, like they forgot to read I think we're like fire and water I think we're like the wind and sea You're burning up, I'm cooling down You're up, I'm down You're blind, I see
Those lyrics capture such a deep feeling of being misunderstood, like you’re moving in opposing rhythms, but still bound together in some way. It’s frustrating, isn’t it? People see what’s on the surface, but they miss the essence, the complexities inside. The contrast between fire and water, wind and sea—it’s such a vivid way to describe the intensity of that connection. One burns while the other cools down, like two forces pulling in different directions but still coexisting, still interacting. It feels like being in two worlds at once, and yet no one quite gets it.
The way she says "Brooklyn baby" at the end—definitively, yet almost resigned—carries so much weight. When the guys join in with the elongated bayyyyy beee, it shifts the whole tone. It’s no longer just her own voice; it’s echoed, but in a way that feels detached, like they’re chiming in on her identity without truly understanding it. It feels like a loss of personal ownership, like the identity she was so sure of—I’m a Brooklyn baby—is now something distant, fading, not fully hers anymore.
And that pah da de da de dah dah that follows is like her way of giving up, like a lullaby of surrender, a little girl’s soft collapse. It’s not a defiant statement anymore; it’s more of a quiet, melancholic folding into herself. It’s like the final exhale after fighting, acknowledging that maybe she’s been fighting for something that no one truly sees or cares about. Little girl Lana down, as you said. That’s when the song truly hits its emotional depth—when she stops fighting, and the weight of everything she’s been carrying just sinks into the background.
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