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Everytime someone sends me a message that includes the word money, I think, "Oh, shit - here we go."
And those messages rarely disappoint in being particularly appalling. Meanwhile I'm sitting here trying to figure out where in my profile I mention ANYTHING about wanting to "whore" people out, expecting them to make money for me, or accepting money for ... anything.
I can't tell if this is standard TL;DR of profile skimming, or a wacky attempt at entrapment. I bring it on myself, I know. I am a perfectionist overachiever and I do too much. Earlier I was taking a break watching tv, and a song came on. I don't even remember the song now, but I burst into tears for a good few minutes for no reason at all. Other than I have created a monster of a deadline that I am spending way too much time working on. No balance. But we knew this.
The other day I had a conversation with someone about pacifiers. Not just the what, but the why, and the stigma and labels, and how none of that matters. I bought two, they're purple. After a run through the dishwasher I tried one out the other day. I don't know that I feel anything, but I also don't know what it is I'm supposed to feel or if it has to be used in conjunction with a particular activity, like coloring. Which I hadn't done in that moment. Or this one. I kind of feel like Maggie Simpson. What I don't feel like is an infant, and I'm glad of that. Guess I'll continue my experiment another day when I can do more things with less stress. I'm still calling this progress in breaking down barriers. Oh, and I bought bubbles. Looking forward to a day when it's not a million degrees outside. A little poetry? Sure, why not.
In realms where love unfolds its gentle sway,
A man finds bliss in night and sunlit day.
Within the dance of hearts, a truth revealed,
In female-led embrace, his joy's congealed.
Beneath her gaze, a beacon burning bright,
He revels in the tender, guiding light.
Her strength, a fortress that he gladly seeks,
In every whispered word, the solace speaks.
No tyranny, but harmony they find,
A partnership where hearts and souls entwined.
He cherishes the power she bestows,
A union blossoms, like a fragrant rose.
Her laughter, like a melody divine,
Resounds within his heart, a sweet design.
Together, they traverse life's winding road,
In tandem, love's enchanting episode.
She leads with grace, a compass sure and true,
He finds his purpose in her eyes of blue.
Her wisdom shapes their journey through the years,
A symphony of joy, dispelling fears.
He revels in the kindness she bestows,
Her love, a river, steadily it flows.
He willingly surrenders to her care,
In tender moments, love is everywhere.
No shackles bind, but freedoms they unfold,
In her embrace, a sanctuary bold.
A partnership where balance finds its place,
He celebrates the joys of her embrace.
In shared delight, their spirits intertwined,
He savors every moment, love defined.
A male perspective on this blessed path,
In her-led love, he finds eternal warmth.
It’s been a long time since I wore a chastity device. Mostly because after years on hormones I was joyously limp without significant effort so wearing it was like jewelry at best. Additionally as my testicles shrank getting a ring device to even stay on became more and more problematic. This year for several reasons I had to stop hormones for most of the year. The result is that in the last few weeks I’ve begun to experience small morning erections. Because of this, until I can restart hormones in another month or so I decided to go back to using a chastity device. Which gets me to the point of this entry.
The sheer act of putting on chastity has left me so horny! I’m grinding my ass on every seat when I sit down. Want to suck and stroke someone so badly. Why this surprises me is that most of the time while I love to please sex isn’t an overwhelming need. There’s a certain elegance in control. Not the loud, brash kind — but the quiet certainty of knowing someone’s will is bending under your hand, moment by moment.
I don’t rush the process. Breaking someone isn’t about snapping them in half; it’s about unravelling them thread by thread. Watching pride give way to obedience, seeing the way humiliation transforms from resistance into desire — that’s the real artistry.
I’m not in this for a scene or a fleeting rush. I want the slow burn, the kind that seeps into everyday life until submission isn’t something you do, it’s something you are.
If you’ve ever felt that pull — the need to be seen, stripped bare, and claimed — you already know the beginning of the story. The question is: do you know how far you want it to go?
Mmmm, looking forward to some play time Mon/Tue/Wed night. Submitting to you, Mistress. Sissification, high heels, bondage, gags... Send a short note here.b. sissy Who’s time is it anyway?
I would not take to property any slave that was not totally My property.
On more than one occasion, I have had prospective slaves misunderstand time. The slaves in question have offered non specific time instead of a definite time I directed.
Some slaves are journalling at My request. I direct them to make daily submissions to Me at a specific time each day; a time of slave’s choice. Many respond by offering a non-compliant time. They might offer to obey direction for journal submission the morning or evening of each day.
That broad a time frame may be convenient for the slave. A non-specific time may work well in their life.
The basic problem is the idea that the slave has the option to arrange its life for its convenience. The slave seems to hold the belief that time belongs to it to manage. A total slave owns nothing, especially time. Time is one of the many things that are in the province of its Owner. Having it operate as a supplicant on My time frame teaches it the lesson about, “Who’s time is it anyway.” I am seeing a LOT of people email for a bit, then one day poof, their profile is deleted or made inactive. I think I've noted this before, but it feels like I'm seeing a spike in it right now. I get it, we're all worn the fuck out by COVID issues and spiking cases etc. But its sad to see so many folks just bolt out the proverbial door.
I may not be as available as I'd like to right now, and may need to wait until numbers are better to meet. And that's OK for anyone at this point in a pandemic. My story
Where to start ? I like many Tgs, I started at a very young age , i was treated different , family members dressed me in effeminate clothes, and taught me domestic skills , sewing cooking, cleaning , serving food and beverage to others. Already trained as a feminine physical submisive by the time I was 6 . I had my first encounter with 2 sisters that lived across the street. We were playing in their back yard , and they had me get in a big cardboard box.. Where I grew up backyards were very large and acre or 2 so a backyard seemed immense, and you could be isolated yet still be in the yard . Amy way they started telling me a story about giant would challange their pray , before they devoured it. As they told the story , they had me strip , to show the spiders I would follow the orders , soon I was in a box naked with the girls holding my clothes . My last test to prove to the spider I should not be devoured would be to stay in the box until they returned . I stayed in the box the rest of the day until it got dark . Then the oldest sister came out and dropped my clothes in the box and told me I could go and one day would make someone very happy. I got dressed and hurried home as fast as I could , but i had missed dinner and it was dark , two rules icouldn't break. I walked into the house to the waiting belt of my father and the screams and swats of my mother for being late . Though the pain was intense I was used to it , to me this is how parents showed theoir love. And unknown to me at the time was about to come next in the new house . Sometimes I still wonder what happened to the sisters they moved a few weeks later , and my family moved a months later. I will eventually complete my profile but as it requires approval for every change I will do it once when I know exactly what I want in it.
In the meantime I will add a bit about myself through this journal.
I am 57yr straight male living in Surrey. Personality is natural Dominant but not really in a heavy bondage way, I am more what you would call controlling. There is nothing wrong with those who like pain inflicted on them and I do feel strongly about HOH head of household where the Dominant partner will discipline there significant submissive partner been by some agreed form of punishment.
What I am trying to get across is that when needed I can deliver a spanking but it is not something I do to gain any form of pleasure.
If anything I would much rather decide what one wears for me especially if we going out. One thing for sure I do appreciate lovely bright red nails
For now I am here just to make friends and chat, if we get along over a period them we can take it from there.
I will add some updates again soon, as the photo issue I will add to a message if and when we chat, once I have myself organised and update my profile I will attach them there but for the time been they can come with messages. About to lose control, he sighed in the affirmative when she asked if he needed to use the toilet.
His ankles were unclipped.
One wrist was detached from his belt.
Sheepishly he allowed himself to be guided to a powder room through the next door.
Completing his business, much relived, he emerged from the room. He noticed a walk in closet transformed into a cell with a bed and chair.
There, hung over the back of the chair were his clothes.
It was late, she was no longer amused.
Keys were thrust into his free hand. “get dressed Mr. Gimp!”
It was then he realized they had never exchanged names.
He wasn’t even sure of the address.
Sitting on the bed fully dressed with the keys and restraints on the chair, she took off the hood.
A taxi was waiting outside to return him to the Hotel bar.
Her voluptuousness pressed against his face, she pulled him to his feet and kissed him passionately full on his trembling lips.
“ Be gone Mr. Gimp!”
She patted his butt and pushed him out the door to the waiting taxi.
The driver was well paid for his discretion. It is different...I know a number of widows, who are remarried to widowers... I kind of thought it a little odd until I became a widow myself. I wondered, are grief groups like the only place to meet someone once you are a widow? Are grief groups like speed dating after a while, you start going through the people there until you settle down with one because, well, at that age that is what is left? But like I said, then I became a widow... I "joined the club" no one would ever wish for anyone to ever have to join... and I get it now. It is a club. We get each other in ways others don't. It wasn't a divorce, it was a death. We will always love them. We will always speak fondly of them. Our eyes will always water at their memory. Their birthday, our anniversary, the anniversary of their death... will always be hard days. There might be children in our lives that will always will need to be comforted, and allowed space to honor their memories and love for the person. However, there is still a need for companionship again at some point. Room for love again. Desire for tactile touch of another human being on our starved bodies... It is hard to explain to someone outside the club that just because we speak fondly, cry occasionally, tell funny stories about... doesn't mean we somehow care less about our current relationship. We aren't comparing them, we aren't seeing which one is better. We are in the present with them now, and we are happy to be there... We just came with baggage, and it isn't bad baggage, we just need to be allowed to have it... Good morning all
I have decided that I need someone who will sleep between my legs chained up she must be good at giving massages love pain And be good at house work plus have all hole's ready at my beck and call.But it's so hard finding a true Sub / Slave to replace my old one l wonder are there any true ones left ???
My next series of workshops will be at Exxxotica, Chicago
April 11-13! Dont miss my workshops or a chance to meet me!
My next play event is coming up!!
Spring Fling and Strapon Things will be held in NJ.
Those interested in further details for these events may respectfully
Inquire via message with the first word of your message to read EVENTS. Reflection: Week 1
Well I would say that the first week has gone pretty well. I have worn my collar daily. I have used a plug all but one day. I will find some additional attire for around the house that will be acceptable.
I have shared all of the messages with him that I have received since the beginning of the new year.
It may be a small step but I feel like these things help maintain a good headspace for us bith and encourages intimacy on various levels.
I will try to keep an ongoung update as time permits. Through reflection comes the opportunity for growth.
Help me out here. When you say you love to torture people, what does that exactly mean? Because I'm thinking that's not a kink, that's a serial killer in the making. I don't really understand the desire to inflict pain. Can't you just get in a bar fight? People who want to intentionally physically hurt people and act on it are predators. Right, right, consent. Yes. Consent accepts that you are a predator. It doesn't change the status. Bah and grumble with a dismissive hand wave, as long as the circle stays where it is, I suppose I don't have much commentary other than my original thought. I don't get it. In shadows cast by candle's glow,
A figure watches from below,
Admiring in a silent stance,
The power of the Domina's dance.
Her grace commands the room's expanse,
In leather, lace, a mystic trance,
Submissive heart, with longing plea,
Yearns to serve, to set it free.
From afar, a silent devotion,
Admiring her poised, fierce emotion,
In awe of strength, in every move,
The Domina's will, the heart does soothe.
A longing gaze, a whispered sigh,
As the submissive soul draws nigh,
Enthralled by her dominion's call,
Yearning to surrender all.
The Domina, fierce, the submissive, meek,
In this dance, they find what they seek,
A silent bond, a distance crossed,
In admiration, love embossed. Okay, what is with mens profiles on here? Is this a matter of the Collar Gods not updating mens profiles or journals? Is it a matter of too many of them to approve?
I dont recall engaging with one man here whose age is accurate lol And we are not talking a year or two off, but typically a DECADE or more some times! lol
At least if your profile is not accurate, the least one can do is update in the first contact email. I should think this provides the appropriate degree of honesty upfront, while also reducing time wasted for you if the person does not like your stats.
As for Me, I could care less how old or young you are, with the exception of 20 year differences. Those kind of differences need a wee bit more considering to the extreme differences/challenges these may pose).
Also, what is with dominant men contacting Me and telling Me they are submissive/slave types, but they have no such information in their profile? Make another profile or have something prepared to share in your first email.
DEMONSTRATE SOME BLOODY EFFORT, YA LOUSE!
Facts are, I have gone to considerable lengths to share quite a bit about My motivation and vision. Still that is not enough for the energy hoards. Send pics they say. lol How about you tell Me what it is that I have written which speaks to YOU about Me and how you see YOURSELF SERVING ME. How about you lay out all the mundane shit you are just dying to do in order to get a wiff. Instead many begin with pics! I get it. Yet if we don't even have the makings of something which will work in the REAL WORLD, how come we need to see one another?
I'm54, Rubenesque, full figured, strong like bull. What else? Height? Weight? I'm a little above the average on both and stronger than any women I've known. I have good teeth, wear glasses, have allergies, am quite fair, and am letting My long strawberry dirty blondish grey grow out. I've hazel eyes and freckles, size 9.5 shoe, D cup and a large ass. I've never had a surgery or broken bone. Type O positive lol I'm shaved or hairy all depending on mood and My shit stinks lol The list of things could go on and on and it doesn't matter one fig in the long run.
What matters is that I get you and you get Me and we want to get IT together. This is discovered by YOU DOING WHAT I REQUEST and Me honoring what you have to share with Me. From there we both get to determine our suitability.
Oh yes, and what is with the supposed slaves offering theirself for ALL? I really don't get it. If you offer all, you should be here already not phone-finger fucking Me.
I'll tell you how My first introduced himself, got a picture, every alais I've got and is on speed dial on My phone.... wait for it.... in his FIRST email, he quoted My profile, commented on it and said why HE LIKED ME. Wow! There it is folks, the slave told Me what he liked from My profile! LOL
When he asked how to proceed, I told him we move to another chat venue (NOT PERSONAL PHONE LINES). He moved so fast I got whiplash!
We typed some words and after a few minutes things started getting convoluted -as TYPING THOUGHTS OFTEN DOES. I told him it wasn't working for Me and it wasn't going to work for Me if we didn't speak by telephone. BAM! - he said I could call him ASAP. I called him and the rest is, literally, history.
IF YOU CANNOT SPEAK BY PHONE I AM NOT INTERESTED. No where to go and time is a ticking!
Newsflash, I am not going to work overmuch to get you to submit yourself to Me. I am not a salmon or a trout. If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen and if you cant come off the porch, you can't play with the big dogs.
And don't get your hopes up, My tongue is worse than My lash...unless you are beloved and then you will get your just desserts! lol The slave's name was Joe. A blue collar man in his mid 50's and of Italian heritage. he spoke cautiously about his "lifestyle"; the kink, the bdsm, the desire to be owned. I listened knowing others in the bar were watching, curious about why I would have interest in the "weirdo" It's so long ago now that I don't remeber My initial reaction but I know I was interested and excited by the idea that this slave wanted to be owned. That idea was very powerful and enough to overcome any of this slave's physical shortcomings. I agreed to come to the slave's home and take a tour of his dungeon the next week. I really had no idea of what I was about to experience in just a few days.
More on the dungeon tour later....
As it turned out, the conversation with the slave put Me on a new and exciting path that, with some detours, I still find Myself on today. Passions of a Ghost
Young and energetic MD approaches a stretch of buildings in the Sin City of New Orleans. Risking it all knowing he is outside his perimeter for Max Travel Distance from his military post, but he is dying to know what this new world is about. It is his first party within the lifestyle community with wild fantasies, expectations and fears raging through his mind. Will he be enough? How will he compare? Will he be accepted in a world which rejaspects him for being different? Questions galore which make his palms sweat beyond control.
He has a few contacts already within the dungeon having gone through their vetting process. Paperwork signed and face to face meetings had, all that is left is to walk in the door. As he watches the comings and goings he see's Doms, Domme's, subs and slaves walking through a well worn door.
Finally pulling himself together he walks in nervously and pays his fee to enter. Around the corner the adventure begins. Furniture of all kinds are found along the walls and in the center of a well laid out dungeon. People are talking amongst themselves, others strung up to crosses for their night's enjoyment, and yet more are preparing for scenes of their own. The energies are immediately felt and a bubbling rise is felt in his chest. As the energies are taken in he comes to understand. He is home.
In the coming years this shy little Dom was able to study under some very wise, creative, and often sadistic people of all walks of life. These early days was full of dungeon parties, munches, gatherings of all kinds. There was a code of ethics similar to the military which he knew so well. There was respect. There was courage. There was acceptance. Of course there was love as well. In this community which became my world D types were hard, sadistic, and pushed hard to bring to life the fullest of potential in themselves and their s types. At the same time they still had a heart. If anything they loved their partners far more than ever written in vanilla history.
Traveling with the military I traveled the country, but found myself in a different world when he got out after 3 tours overseas. The community had changed. It had evolved into something grander in size, but with so many elements which eroded the values he once knew. He walked those dungeons looking for any resemblance of the community he knew but it was nowhere to be found. Talking with his mentor she couldnt help but laugh at him. He was ranting and raving about the changes which took away the life he knew so well. He was struggling to find his way. He was frustrated how noone held themselves to a standard which made this life so great. He was lost and alone. Even in training with his partners he found them continuously pulled towards this easy shiny way of the life instead of putting in the work and patience required to get to the same level and standard as he needed. His mentor laughed hearing it all before and feeling it herself. She had long since left the community. She felt the changes moreso having come in years before he. She ranted and raved, felt the same frustrations. She battered against those walls trying to bring back those values long before he even felt their demise. After he finally stopped confused by the laughter, her next sentence said it all. "Welcome to the Old Guard"
It wasn't anything official or an earning of leathers. It wasn't anything to brag about or label myself as such. It was a pure statement which helped him understand in such a profound way what he had been missing. In all that time he had been looking up like a child letting others take the reigns of the community. He didn't see myself as a leader though having over 12 years in this life at that point. He didn't find himself worthy to take up that mantle yet.
After those words were spoken the whole discussion changed from what was lost to how he can be the example for those which feel that absence as deeply as he did. His drive towards mentorship and teaching drove a fire in him which couldn't be extinguished. He stood side by side with those very same leaders he looked up to trying to be that beacon. He started simply teaching rope classes but this also gave him a way to interact with people new and old within the lifestyle. Discussing the issues. Being that rock and safe haven to guide the next generation away from trouble and into a path of greater development.
It was a lonely road for nomatter how hard he tried, his equal in passion for this life was nowhere to be found. If anything his role as a teacher and mentor drove him further into isolation. Experience once valued was now seen as a deterrent for many. His age showing more and more became a wall he couldn't tear down.
Eventually after personal experiences which nearly crushed his soul, betrayal by the very community he loved and served for so long, he walked away into the shadows. He still had his friends and made the occassional appearances but his heart was held heavy knowing the life he knew was but smokey memories of a long gone era. Now 23 years into this life he found himself down the same road as his mentor before him. Slowly fading away as a ghost of the past.
Leathers faded and worn, toys dusty and bearing the years of use, wrinkles where there used to be none, and a sense of passion still burning in his heart he still hangs on to hope. Not for the return of a community once known, but for that one which knows that same level of passion as his own. That one to walk these roads well traveled but once more. That one who he can share his all.
We all know how much of a PITA it is to update profiles...so here's a 2022 UPDATE
Current age range I'm seeking is 36 y.o. to 44 y.o.
I get a lot of bizarre, whiny complaints about My education requirements. Three things: First, I don't give af about your opinion. Second, it's been My experience that most men really struggle being in a relationsip with a woman who has significantly more education...something about those delicate egos. Third, if you have a high enough IQ you'd already assume the first two and would send Me a brilliant intro making it irrelevant.
Facial hair is and always will be a hard limit, lol
Atlantic
Sleep Token
Call me when they bury bodies underwaterIt's blue light over murder for meCrumble like a temple built from future daughtersTo wasteland when the oceans recede
Marry in the morning, earn your bitter fatherIt's easier to try not to eatSo flood me like Atlantic, bandage up the trenchesAnything to get me to sleep
I woke up surrounded, eyes like frozen planetsJust orbiting the vacuum I amThey talk me through the damage, consequenceAnd how it's a pain they know they don't understand
Sobbing as they turn to statues at the bedsideI'm trying not to crush into sandSo flood me like Atlantic, weather me to nothingWash away the blood on my hands
Call me when they bury bodies underwaterIt's blue light over murder for meCrumble like a temple built from future daughtersTo wasteland when the oceans recede
Don't wake meDon't wake meDon't wake me upDon't you wake (don't wake me) me upDon't wake meOh (don't wake me up)
Was i talking to her:
You walked into my life like a sudden storm,
Shaking my world, changing my norm.
Turned my heart inside out, made me believe,
Then vanished like smoke, left me to grieve.
I needed you most when the nights were too long,
But you pushed me away like I didn't belong.
No words, no closure, just silence so cold,
Yet your name is the story my thoughts still unfold.
Do you ever wonder, do you ever regret?
Or am I just a shadow you're trying to forget?
Was I talking to her, or am I just a ghost—
Still chasing a past that has long since been lost? God this site sucks trying to update anything. Once you do it takes months for them to approve it and you can't do a damned thing until they do, no viewing people, contacting them..NOTHING. so ****UPDATE**** I am a married Master/Dom looking for slaves for a 24/7 live in. I/we arer looking for female bi or pan slaves, and now have also decided to look for a coulpe as that opens so much more possibilities. The slaves would serve 24/7 and have strict protocols and rules to follow. A Click of theWheel and a new Cycle Begins, with sudden surprising promise and potential😳 Muses, Inspiration, and the awakening of things too long dormant. Huzzah!!❣️but tbh still feral wary .... and a bit gobsmacked😆yay?
Oak Moon Mother smiles down in all Her Glory, bathing me in Comfort and helping purge what no longer serves. And at Her heel is Yule, fulfilling the promise of Rebirth/Renewal .. and with its merry twinkle hints at the path full of new Adventures ahead. )O(
If all goes well, its proof Miracles do happen, and or that Majick Works hahaha
And if it turns out hes not My forever boi... Well...then at least itl'l be fun for awhile .. untl its Not.
Unrelated 12.28 update
Expect? Ive learned not to expect anything from anyone. Hellsbells even vanilla you cant expect common sense minimal manners or basic human decency smmfhHowever I do Appreciate Honesty above all,especially when its Hardest. Also..Consistency over time lol hmmm .. Intelligence, Curiosity, selfawareness, motivation and discipline that come from within, Loyalty Honor Devotion Integrity Empathy Passion, a great twisted sense of humor, and Wit which is not the same thing ..an exploring adventurous nature, talented hands and mouthAll great assets, but .. shrugs and smilesIm multifaceted and multidimensional, Adept and adaptableand tbh am only rigidly unflexible about particular Unacceptable tones, attitudes, behaviors, mindsets
If each of us knew how much time we had allocated,
perhaps we could play around with it.
But we don’t.
Believing tomorrow to be a guarantee,
is the biggest mistake we make.
Not seizing every day like the gift that it is,
is the biggest risk we take.
Waste time wisely
Time spent in rest, joy, company and kindness,
is never wasted.
As for the rest, just do it.
You won’t regret the things you tried and failed at,
but you will regret a life spent waiting.
Waiting for anything is a dangerous game because there is no guarantee the conditions will ever be just right.
Those who wait, wait..
but you,
you have a life to live.
Right here, right now.
Only locals Im not investing in anyone long distance.
No requests, inquiries, small talk. No coffee-low effort meet ups. Stay with your loved ones if you believe anyone here deserves crumbs of your effort to validate the "potential " of your existence.
"How can you make My life better?" Isn't something I am ashamed to ask, request and demand. Slaves and subs expect energy,time, attention, training, be allowed in My presence and into My world since most are so god damn broke to have their finances or life together.
I pity the Women in your life if your only form of sacrifice and servitude is a humiliation to you to clean or serve domestically- that is the basic, most bare minimum thing you do In your own lives-
no depth, no recent photo of yourselve, no negotiating "if it works" -wtf- it's if you fit into My life, add value to it, enhance and make it better. that is the goal. Not how I make yours better since it will by Me simply being in it. That sort of knowledge of who I am in this lifestyle isnt bragging and no, I am not ashamed to put Myself first- this is why I only have energy to focus on successful masculine men( power exchange isn't an exchange if there's no POWER) most subs and slaves here are so god damn selfish. who seek to be applauded and recognixed for small low effort gestures that only benefit them.
tips:
Read journals interests and profile before sending messages.you will not be for everyone. Not everyone will be for you. If they have blank page, move on.
Learn more about yourself and who you are in this lifestyle. The foundation in knowing who you are and what’s your purpose and goal will help you find the right person.
If you're a sub or a slave- Is not about you. It’s what you can do for Me/dominants. Hire a pro if you approach with an specific fantas, demand, requirement.
Do not submit to just anyone, it can be dangerous for you and the other person- don’t be in a rush.
Nothing personal if I don't message back to everyone, or block you, but I’ve trained and get invested in people over the years- their lives. Someone new that right out of the bat says they are new and don’t even have much; money, time, energy, focus… for Me- doesn’t interest Me. I am very interested in POWER EXCHANGE. No power? you don't have My interest. I am interested in My well being, My stability, all I have attained and accomplished in My professional, businesses and personal life. and I care far too much and get invested way too much with subs and slaves for those who are too comfortable or seek banal superficial connection or a fantasy sexual release.
I've been dating a married slave lately, her very Vanilla husband has given her full permission to explore her Kinks and sexuality which I personally know takes a lot of faith and trust in his wife and I deeply Respect her husband for the gift he has given her. So this starts something very new to me being in an relationship with a woman in an ENM relationship, which in turn I guess makes me poly/ENM.
But as she is married there are obvious limitations on our relationship so I continue to seek the Kinky woman to spend the rest of my life with that will be OK with me continuing to see my married slave or even having the slave join us. Very open to dicussion and possibilities. I long to have both the ownership the passion of giving the freedom of use and the security of safety with the man that I belong to and trust implicitly. Someone I can be devoted to, grow with, walk alongside, sleep next to, but always put him first, serve and give my love to. Forever.
But ha! I also know that's a tall order, a huge idea.
But a girl can dream, eh?
Long for is probably too mild of a word...but crave isn't the right word either, as my need isn't craven or out of control, it's measured, desired, planned, developed.
I'm at heart a kitten, a babygirl, searching for her Daddy. Not an age play Daddy tho, and I have hard limits about age play, diapers, too much little play, etc. But if you are a strong, thoughtful, intelligent, kind and caring Dominant who is looking for a devoted intelligent sexy funny healthy kitten to serve take care of and love you, then you've found me!
Do I have faults? Do you? Of course we do. But we work on them and grow, we always talk, we don't mind fuck each other, we have emotional and psychological intelligence to go along with our strength of character. But you lead, and I follow.
I've never had this, not even close. I've had many Doms of course. But I've always been the one who ends up leading, who knows, who does the right thing, who laughs, who isn't afraid to fail, the one to cry and forgive. The one to stand and walk away.
Will you let me be me, your girl, your slut, your kitten? Will you be my number 1? My Dominant? My man? My love?
Here's looking at you, Sir. 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 ... From my profile: if you are going to write to me, for heavens sake make it more than a bland hello, especially if your profile tells me nothing about you. Who are you? Why are you writing to me? What of interest do you think we might share? Do you have questions you would like to ask me about the lifestyle? Communicate, folks... communicate!
Tomorrow is the day I finally get some clarify for the drs.
thank you for those who have been on this journey with me. I appreciate you hanging on with me with this emotional roller coaster. I am learning who is real and not. I am learning to sweep out the trash, the trash is also taking themselves out and I'll just continue spreading the fuckers we go along. If you don't like it fuck off. If you like it, then come along with me. And we'll just keep moving and grooving. Gabriel is Jesus. This is why and how. Gabriel was the first one ever created. He was the visible image of God. He was the messenger of God. The Word of God. What God told him he spoke. He was God's body. When he became flesh, he became Jesus. The first new creation. Jesus was Gabriel's new vessel. There is no longer a Gabriel in heaven, Gabriel is Jesus Christ. However the angels know he was Gabriel before he became Jesus. He said he was making all things new and he started with himself since he was always the first one.
I know what I need is a caregiver someone who is available to me 24/7/365. While I don't need a "babysitter" once my ADL's (bathing and dressing me) putting me in my wheelchair, I will train you to run my hoyer lift. My caregiver does not have to lift me that is why I purchased a hoyer and it is electric once I am rolled onto the pad, and I roll pretty good. I can sit in my wheelchair approx 6-8 hours. I will train you which loops sit me up the best for transfer to my chair. I need assistance if I want to go outside my ramp in the house is a little steep, and the one going down outside just the same. This is 2nd year of being an amputee I am not fully adjusted but I am getting there. I am 70 yrs old good sense of humor I think. I take things as they come. I also need a housekeeper. I think I am a pretty easy person to work with probably because I have been on the other side as the caregiver. I am a dominant bbw I like control, and I like structured days. I don't consider myself the norm as far as dommes go. Hell I don't know what normal is. But I do know what it's not and what is happening at my home since I returned is not something I want to continue. I am not the one going to be leaving, granted I am happpy a tenant stepped up so I could come home, but on the other side I never know how she going to treat me one time to the next. You know, when I had short hair I didn't have to snake the shower drain and pull up gobs of hair. It's disgusting. Is it worth it to have long hair if I have to do this every few months?
It's cold, it's gloomy and rainy, and I am cranky. I go from room to room, cleaning a little of this and that. Not a single room is perfect, but at least they are all partly clean. That counts, right? If there was a Daddy I'd be whining right about now and maybe going over his knee for an attitude adjustment. I suppose second best is a visit with my vibrator and a nap under cozy blankets. I am a Cultured creative Sapiosexual Goddess who thrives on stimulating conversation, traveling, hiking, swimming, trail running, working out, kayaking, boating, taking walks on the beach, viewing art, attending comedy events, and soaking up adventurous moments. I live a very active lifestyle without social media, news, alcohol, and mundane things that are designed to shift our focus.
I'm the extraordinary experience that your body, mind, soul, and spirit crave! You've found what you've been missing! Are you ready for a different experience?!~~. Or will you cling to what you've been used to and wonder why you keep getting the same results? That's called Insanity! Don't be afraid to try something different. You Will Like It.
~~~Energy is Everything~~~_Be My SubLet's explore Boundaries Of Pleasure~Your credentials, accolades, and worldly materials mean absolutely nothing to me. What does your Energy say? If the vibe is right and you are open to sexually experiencing new things without hangups, we 'might' can embark upon some wonderful adventures together and create memories that last a lifetime. It's sure to be a pleasureful adventure for the both of us. Someone asked me the other day why I love my dog so much. I am a nurturer by nature, it's just what I do. But that's not the only reason. Dogs are not dogs, they are people, and she is my family. She is the family that is separate from my terrible family. She is the family that is happy to see me every time she looks at me. Every single time. Comes over for kisses and snuggles. Wants to be close to me. Puts her paws on me if I'm not giving her enough attention. She sleeps in my lap, I'm not kidding. If I move during the night she gets up and repositions herself between my legs. She loves me unequivocally. I don't feel like I hold much value for my family. And because I don't trust them with my feelings I don't get to let my guard down and be soft. But to my dog, I'm happiness. I give her all of the love and hugs and kisses and belly rubs and snuggles that she lets me. I feel like I matter. She is my heart and I will choose her over my terrible family every day of the week. She's lying next to me now, turned away from the light of the screen. I know as soon as I get into bed she will walk over my leg and settle, anchoring me. A Raven and a Wolf
He sat, kneeling really, slowly panting, under a soft leather hood. It was laced tightly, almost preventing his every breath. And in the darkness, under the hood, he strained his ears to hear whether she was near, or far. He inhaled, trying to find her scent, but could only smell the leather of the hood. He tried to feel if he could sense her presence closer, but nothing. The air was still. His mouth, dry from nerves, with lips slightly agape, didn't utter a sound.
So he waited, arms bound, shoulder back, chest forward and exposed. Uncomfortably upright.
She sat before him, watching him lazily, like how a cat does with a weakened mouse, very still. A hunter and their prey. She was breathing evenly to hide the excitement pooling inside of her. Hands encased in buttery soft lamb skin gloves, the color of his hood, the color of her whip, the color of blood. The color of her lips.
A red so beautiful. Her eyes sparkled at the idea of it coming from his body. Beautiful and broken. She could sense he was searching for her; a slight turn of the head, listening, perhap?
Leaning forward gently; trying to smell?
Like a dog, she thought, just like a dog. And she sat there far longer than even she desired to see how far this "dog" would go.
"Bark, dog" she commanded in a low voice
And he barked immediately, no hesitation. She pulled back her hand and slapped him, his head jerked, body lurched, chest rising and falling rapidly. A noticeable difference between his legs. There it was again, a hunger to bite into him. Taste his blood. Consume him. But only silence. No whimper, no moan, not a sound escaped him. She wondered if he were bleeding from his cute little mouth. Again she slapped him. Softer than the first, a loving caress, bits of his hair peeked through the laces of the hood and she wanted to grip them and tear them away. Would he let her? Perhaps.
The next slap, and the one after, opposite hand, and he fell forward just enough that his face touched her thighs only separated by the hood and her own stockings. The rule was he wasn't allowed to touch her unless she said. This was a broken rule, however accidental. She stood and let him slump forward in a stupor, supported only by the tension of the rope tied to the foot of the bed.
Bark, dog. Dog. He barked.
Up, dog, and he returned to his previous place, exposed and upright. She stepped forward, the toe of her shoe pressing down on the sensitive flesh of the head of his dick. She crushed it gently until he sat even straighter. She held his head in her left hand, caressed it gently, leather on leather. The smell intoxicating her. Raising her right hand she slapped him again, over and over until her hand grew hot even under the glove. Was he bleeding? She hoped so. She hoped to kiss him and bite his lips and taste his blood. She wished she could see his eyes, dazed, glassy, far away. She caressed his head. And whispered, "you may touch me" and he pressed his face into her hands, her thighs. Still no sound, he was so silent.
"Bark, my handsome boy" and he barked, hoarse and painful as she encircled his neck with her hands. This was his idea, he had inspired in her a lust for choking him until he was nothing and drifting away in the ether. She squeezed, her hands perhaps too small, until he gurgled. She wondered if his eyes were open or if they were dimmed. The hood obscured so much. She squeezed until he seemed to go limp. And she let him. Shoulders yanked uncomfortably under his weight.
He awoke. Arms aching, face hot but no longer enclosed by the hood. He could see her though his vision lacked acuity. She was standing over him, wrapped in pink except for gloves. He yearned for them then. Yearned for them to be around his neck, feeling the bones of her fingers threatening his very life. He wanted to ask for it, for her to choke him, strangle him, but knew it was to her whim that he obeyed. Obeisance was her pleasure. He looked at her, eyes soft, left cheek swollen, lips split ever so slightly and she leaned down and kissed him, sliding her tongue over the drying blood. He kissed her back, gentle, but hungry.
Her kiss was soft but grew more passionate until she bit him and suckled his mouth. Did he love this part of her? The softness before the sting.
She broke the kiss. Her lipstick perfect but her mouth and chin stained crimson with what must have been his blood.
"Open your mouth, I'd like to try" she said softly. A shy whisper. So unlike the command to "Bark".
He angled himself upright, head back, lips parting painfully like a little bird.
She leaned forward and let her own saliva pool in her mouth and slowly let it fall into his. He shuddered. His excitement excited her and she kissed him again before he could even swallow but this time it was wild and wet. Her saliva all over his mouth, chin, cheeks.
"I have to whip you now, are you ready?" She asked and he nodded. A question was not a command to speak. Dogs do not speak unless commanded to speak. She untied him and his body fell forward. Not used to its old range of motion. His limbs buzzed from having sat in one position for too long. He wondered about how much time had passed. Funny thing, time. Why did it matter now when he was in the moment with her.
Without the hood he realized he could smell her. A warm sweet scent, perhaps arousal. And he thought then about being forced to please her like they talked about in passing, forced until exhausted and even beyond. After play. Her, in her pink, looked like candy and he wanted to lick her. She must be sweet.
She looked down at him and his face was peculiar, his mind was somewhere else and he looked rather cute. But she was jealous at the idea that his mind wasn't on her and she kicked him in the stomach to bring him back to her. He coughed and curled up as she walked to retrieve her whip, preparing for the next step in her courtship.
"Up" she commanded and he got to his feet, winded, bruised. Arms still behind his back. She released them to tie them around the post of the bed. The bed post being the whipping post, isn't it somehow romantic, she thought.
"If you need me to stop, tell me, I won't be gentle otherwise" she said to him, her mouth on his ear. His hair was slicked down with sweat and he smelled musky. She liked his smell. She bit his earlobe and stepped back a couple of feet and threw the whip. Lash after lash until he tried moving away. Pulling at the post until it creaked. She wanted him to cry but he only moaned and groaned, no tears. Just a brow drenched in sweat as his back went from fine pink lines to slowly oozing wounds. If he didn't give her tears then she would have blood.
He pulled desperately as if trying to escape her and she threw the whip furiously, lashing whatever she could reach, his ass, thighs, calves, neck, even the back of his head. The post groaned as if it would break under the strength of him trying to flee.
"Do you want to get away from me?" She asked. His breathing heavy, labored, his body wobbled as blood poured from him, he shook his head no, weakly, and looked over his weeping shoulders with hazy eyes. Finally he spoke, a clear and clean "No, ma'am" from his lips now dry from mouth breathing, swollen from having been bitten and slapped.
The no rang through her body and she leapt at him and kissed and licked his mouth, his shoulders, his back. Barely containing her arousal, her hips moving in slow circles. She was so hungry.&n “What do you mean, you can’t make yourself cum?” He looked at her, incredulously, watching her stroke her pussy. “I’ve watched you cum dozens of times.”
“No,” she started, her voice breathy. “I just can’t do it…” She closed her eyes, not wanting to say it. “… I just can’t do it with my fingers.” She shuddered, right on the edge of orgasm. She knew she wouldn’t be able to push herself over, not like this. “I need… I need a vibrator, or your tongue, or your cock…” She trailed off as she began to rub herself again, blushing.
“How does a grown woman not know how to bring herself off?” He sounded bemused, in that teasing tone that made her weak.
“Hey, I like my vibrator,” she said with as much indignation as she could muster. Under the circumstances, it wasn’t much. She was so close, so frustratingly close.
He laid down beside her and covered her working hand with his own. He moved her fingers in small circles, gently, so their hands maneuvered in tandum. “You really can’t?” he asked against her ear. “What if I help? Is that better? “
She nodded.
Their circles on her pussy became softer, slower. “Helpless little doll, can’t cum on her own,” he teased.
She moaned. “Please…”
“Please what, fuckdoll? What do you want me to do with this newest juicy little tidbit, hmm?” He lifted their hands away from her swollen cunt. “Let’s see. I could make you learn. Make you learn how to please yourself, without…” He seemed to consider his next words. “…Any crutches.” He lowered their hands and resumed the gentle circles. “I’m sure it wouldn’t take longer than a month or so.”
“NO, PLEASE.” HER BREATH WAS RAGGED NOW.
“No? Think it would take longer than that?” He increased the pressure of their fingers, wringing a g from her lips. “Me too, I’m afraid. I know learning isn’t the easiest thing in the world for a dumb slut like you.”
“Fuck, please… Please I’m so close. Please just… Do me. Please!”
“Bet you’d really like your little toy right about now, huh, Dolly?”
If she could form a coherent thought, she might have felt nervous about where this conversation was headed. She nodded, because that was the only response her body allowed her to give. “Yes, please, Sir.”
“And what are you willing to do for me, to get it?” His voice was dark now, anticipatory.
“Anything, please! Just give it to me!”
His face brightened, that perfectly charming, sweet veneer masking all but the lust in his eyes. “Excellent, darling. I had hoped you might say something like that. Now go fetch me the cane, and we’ll see how much you really want that vibrator.” I am NOT a Pro Domme, but I use an app for texting called Telegram. It is a free app. If you think it's a scam Look IT UP! Also, I'm not interested in games. If you are not sure if you're submissive, please don't bother contacting me. I am not intestered in "trying" to see.
I am also on Skype and fetlife. Atomteacher for both. If you are local or willing to relocate feel free to send me a respectful message. I will NOT dominant you online, sext, role-play or watch you jerk off on Skype. I will NOT send you pictures, videos or provide you material to masterbate to! There's plenty of porn online, use THAT not ME. I want a real person, a real D/s relationship! Please don't waste my time!
I require daily contact to properly vet you. If you are too busy to send me a text daily, then you are too busy for me. If you can watch YouTube on toilet for 20 minutes then I really think you give me that much time daily through the vetting process.
Hey Doms!
Just a short note to say I'm a high energy, extremely intelligent, high libido alpha sub with a lifetime
of experience in BDSM and dynamic relationships. I expect you to be the same! Well, a Dom version, that is!
You think you're hot shit and well, so am I! Won't we be an electric combination?
I can't wait to meet the Dominant I can reverve and respect, one to whom I can give my emotional
sexual and mental submission.
Let's make it happen! I should make it clear that I am very sexual individual/pup. I'm constantly horny quite often and quite randomly, I'm guilty of pleasuring myself very often. Even reading this makes me rub myself. I don't want to be in control; I want to be made into an obedient dog, just drooling at the idea of the amount of bliss hidden behind one key (or more- hopefully). I certainly don't want to dig to deep of a hole for myself; but I need a master who'll relish in my pained cries for release. Maybe a week on and a week off? (A week off being a week of only that). I think any good master could train there dog to beg for either cage off or cage on.
I need a master who'll tease me for hours on end just to see me squirm; someone who'll hold my key hostage while forcing me sub for his friends; I want to earn every drop of cum I squirt through the scars on my body and the cum of others that I can guzzle like a good boy. The meaner and crueler you can be to me the better. After all, most good pets are obedient for a reason 😈 A few things that need said.
One ... I am currently 58. Due to not using email this account was created with, unable to do updates... do to this was created with an email I can no longer access.
Secondly, I am very real. So don't come at Me saying you're serious .... then not be. I am not here to waste your time or Mine.
Thirdly, My divorce is final. If you need to know more just ask.
Fourthly, I am healing. And won't let the circumstances hinder Me no longer if I can help it.
Fifthly, I am working to move back to the USA by the end of 2025 at the latest. Sooner if possible.
Lastly, as life goes, curves are thrown at Us. So at 58, a new chapter is beginning. Nuff said
It's been nine years since I took this test. Someone commented recently on how life has changed in that time, so I thought it would be good to take it again. Not sure why the line spacing came out double, though.
== Results from bdsmtest.org: ==
98% Rope bunny
95% Submissive
89% Masochist
88% Primal (Prey)
86% Slave
78% Degradee
71% Voyeur
69% Pet
52% Exhibitionist
50% Brat
48% Experimentalist
44% Switch
40% Non-monogamist
40% Vanilla
39% Primal (Hunter)
6% Owner
6% Dominant
0% Rigger
0% Ageplayer
0% Brat tamer
0% Daddy/Mommy
0% Degrader
0% Little
0% Master/Mistress
0% Sadist
Long drive up and back to Seattle has been completed. Gorgeous views along the way north. A weeks worth of cold, clean rain that helps keep Seattle clean and green, with a brief cloud break of sunshine for a funeral I had to attend to break up the rainy week.
Now back in Oakland, CA to resume the old grind of work.
Still without that local KeyHolder looking to enslave with a FWB to relationship. Hoping to maybe find someone soon. Please don't hesitate to reach out and let me know your thoughts on the subject. New to the scene? Your blank canvas awaits to help guide you along your journey to KH and Domme fun! Ooooo...I was *just* about to take off to Alli's Birthday Party when I realized that I Locked My Fucking Vehicle & House Keys Inside The House.😖😖😖😖😖😠😠😠😠😠😡😡😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬
Yeah, this time I actually *did* get Fucking Irritated.I get Annoyed/Fucking Annoyed every fucking day (to VaryingDegrees), unfortunately, but I get Irritated maybe 2-3 times yearly.This was one of them.
(I used to have a BAD Fucking Temper years ago...Embarrassing...& No Patience either. Damn Embarrassing. 😑😑😑😑😑)
I'm actually not used To Being Rushed. I'm A Loner, so I'm used To Taking My Time, but this time I gave in To Family's Wishes & when that happens then Dad Starts Rushing & Pressuring (that's why years ago I Finally Quit Going To Restaurants With Him, or even At All), & when someone starts Rushing me then I start Getting Annoyed...then maybe Irritated, so then I might then Make Mistakes.I Prefer My Own Pace.When I realized what I did, "my balloon popped" & I knew that I was NOT Going Anywhere Now. Suddenly I Had Work To Do: Breaking Into The House (freshly-showered, cleanshaven, well-dressed, smelling good, blah-blah)...Time-Consuming Annoying Hassle but a Must, certainly before I get in A Worse Mood too, sooo...yeah, I had to determine Which Window To Remove The Screen From & whoaaaaa...first Kill That Goddamned Big W Nest that was in the way that I suddenly noticed.
🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 I woke up this morning after having had a dream that i was going to be surprised. I giggled with glee wow a treat for me! So we arrange a day and time and importantly a place. I'm getting more and more excite. when I arrive separately I'm told to drop my clothes and get in the middle of the bed. Assume the most submissive pose I know which is to be face down on the bed ass up and legs spread as much as possible, i will behave and after i'm checked the only door to the room is opened. 3 very nice looking men enter. They do not introduce themselves to make but proccede to disrobe. Each climbs onto the bed encircling me with smiles. This is new to me I don't know any of them. I feel myself get soaking wet. My heart beat quickens, my breathing becomes deep and I'm filled with fear. Will this really happen and i get to experience something new, a gangbang, or was it simply a dream? I thought it would be a good thing to do to give people an idea of what I mean by role play. I like interrogation play. I even have a marvelous space for that. Of course there is the old but still great student and teacher or professor. Or someone might come home smelling like booze and be put through their paces and chastized for drinking and driving. I also like it when play begins hours before the scene starts. That unexpected text with instructions to put certain clamps on your nipples and or balls and or labia and to not remove them until you are given permission. Or to insert a particular item into a particular orifice to wear as long as instructed. Or all of the above, text after text after delicious text. The list goes on and my mind gets even more diabolical. One might be given a bag to take into the restroom during dinner containing implements designed to cause discomfort with instructions regarding what to do with said implements. Does any of that sound like fun to anyone but me? I can't imagine a better way to get our heads in a wonderful space for play. Except maybe that that low voice speaking into your ear... You are really in trouble when I get you home...
Push Limits!!!
Why?
Lack of experience and imagination or just to make make a submissive do things they stated as a limit.
Fully understand pushing and developing a submissive towards the Dominants desires but those who start off by concentrating just on pushing & testing limits surely lack a true understanding of the lifestyle.
As always i welcome the views and comments of O/others.
The concept of being Owned refers to a person who has surrendered themselves as the personal property or chattel of their Owner - Master or Mistress.
A submissive has usually given up their rights and freedom for their Owner to exercise authority over them within a relationship that may extend to full time, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
The submissive has given up all limits except those which their Owner sets or has agreed for them.
From that point on obedience will always be expected first and foremost regardless of its personal feelings. We were at a party on the camp site where Katie was dancing and flirting with a couple of guys who were new to the site.
Not being a dancer myself I was sitting at a table drinking with a few friends.
I watched with interest as the three of them were having fun on floor and dancing sexy to the slower records being played.
I think they thought my wife was a single woman as their hands were all over her and both rubbing up against her.
They were buying her drinks all night and at one point she must have told them who I was because half way through the night one of them came over and apologized and asked if I was okay to the fact that they were dancing with her and buying her drinks. I assured him there was no problem and that I was actually enjoying watching them have fun.
To cut a long story short she was pretty drunk by the end of the night. They came over and apologized for getting her so drunk and offered to help me take her back to our campervan as she could hardly stand up and the van was parked some distance away. I was not that drunk myself but made out I was.
On the way back to the van she passed out and we had to carry her the rest of the way.
Back in the van we laid her on the bed and I thanked them for helping me get her back. I invited them to stay for a while and gave them both a cold beer from the fridge.
After chatting about the party for 15 minutes or so I suddenly said "Oh my god, She'll kill me tomorrow." I lied. "That's a new dress, she only bought it today, cost a lot of money too" Pretending to be more drunk than I was I sat on the bed and tried to lift her head up in an attempt to take her dress off. Not being able to I asked if they could help. One of them pulled her up by her arms so she was in a sit up position.
I managed to undo the zip on the back of her dress. I unhooked her bra too. After managing to get her dress off I put it on a hanger as she laid there in just her panties with her loose bra and her breasts partly on show. I said "Oh well might as well get her into bed" I removed her bra and panties leaving her there totally nude for their pleasure. Without making it obvious I slightly opened her legs so her cunt was on show.
That was when I gave them another beer and made the excuse that I needed a wee up a tree and left the van leaving them alone with her..
It was pitch black outside and bright in the van. You could not see out of the vans windows but leaving the curtains ajar I had a perfect view of inside. I'll point this out in case no one has...you 'needing' someone to entertain your fantasy is of no interest to others. Your problem is not their problem. "Oh I need someone to feminize me"
"I need someone to treat me like a woman"
I need, I need, I need No one (especially me) cares what you need. This isn't the Salvation Army you know.
Think that's heartless? No shit Sherlock
I'm the girl you've been thinking aboutThe one thing you can't live withoutYeah, I'm the girl you've been waiting forI'll have you down on your kneesI'll have you begging for moreYou probably thought I wouldn't get this farYou thought I'd end up in the back of a carYou probably thought that I'd never escapeI'd be a rat in a cage, I'd be a slave to this placeYou don't know how hard I fought to surviveWaking up alone when I was left to dieYou don't know about this life I've livedAll these roads I've walkedAll these tears I've bled
So how can this be?You're praying to meThere's a look in your eyesI know just what that meansI can be, I can be your everything
I can be your whore!I am the dirt you createdI am your sinnerI am your whoreBut let me tell you something babyYou love me for everything you hate me for
I'm the one that you need and fearNow that you're hooked, it's all becoming clearThat all your judgments that you placed on meWas a reflection of discoverySo maybe next time when you cast your stonesFrom the shadows of the dark unknownYou will crawl up from your hiding placeTake a look in the mirrorSee the truth in your face
So how can this be?You're praying to meThere's a look in your eyesI know just what that meansI can be, I can be your everything
I can be your whore!I am the dirt you createdI am your sinnerI am your whoreBut let me tell you something babyYou love me for everything you hate me for
Oh whoa ho, oh whoa ho, oh whoa ho
I am the dirt you createdI am your sinnerI am your whoreBut let me tell you something babyYou love me, you want me, you need me!
I can be your whore!I am the dirt you createdI am your sinnerI am your whoreBut let me tell you something babyYou love me for everything you hate me for
I'm still in search of a LOCAL domestic to do house cleaning (dusting, bathroom cleaning, laundry, maybe some light cooking, etc.)
I'm also seeking a grunt to help Me clear out some useless stuff in the basement.
Not to mention the ongoing search for a local special sub/slave to serve Me and who will learn his place.
I have these listed separately because I know that not everyone can handle all that's involved and do it well. If you can, let Me know.
Note: I have a dog in case you have allergy issues. Serious inquiries only. A lot of people don't realize who they are. Like my neighbor, who says she doesn't want to gossip, I suspect because it's frowned upon, and yet can't wait to get juicy details that are none of her business. She sticks her nose in where it isn't needed all over the damn place. I don't think she realizes how much she thrives on it. She definitely doesn't use it to her advantage in a field where it could be useful.
Or my pain in the ass direct boss, who loves authority, who has to be right, who treats women as slightly to moderately inferior depending on the situation. He's insensitive. He's loud. And he doesn't seem to give one single shit what anybody thinks. This man has no idea that people don't want to deal with him, men or women. That at least a handful of good people have left because of him.
I think a lot about who I am and how it is portrayed. What sometimes comes out instead and if that's me or reactionary. Then again, most of my life has been reactionary, so maybe I don't even know who the real me is. I'm learning. I made the decision to switch careers and I am giving myself a year to do it. Research, learn, prep, etc. And just like that, I care a whole lot less about my boss because now he's temporary.
It's another moment where my life is on hold, but it isn't. This time I'm like a duck swimming; serene above water, paddling like crazy below. I think I'm moving in the right direction in figuring out who I am and where I want to be. It begins. He pushed her gentle up against the double old french doors to the lounge, she hold her breath as his hand push her lender arms over her head, his one hand around her two sleder wrist..Eyes meet..She feels his weight on her body pushed up the beautiful carved doors..Prett blue eyes meets his...Waiting.....Whats next?....Her brain burs as she closes her eyes - long eyelashes falls down - his warm masculine hand slide around her neck - Jasmin and musk scent from her skin meets his nose..Firm grip into her hair i an updo..French twist..He loves when her hair is up tight..His stubble teases her fair skin - tickles - bite her earloape - his woice is warm, tender carig but fim - whisper "Who do you belong to"..Shes in a daze her Louboutin stilettos click on the beautiful old wood floor.... A sissy does not get to decide if it will have sex, with whom it will have sex, where it will have sex, when it will have sex or how it will have sex.
In fact, a sissy doesn’t “have sex”.
A sissy is USED for sex.
All fagged up in women’s stockings, women’s lingerie and makeup it is a kind of sexual prop to be used by men - real men - to bang up and relieve themselves in or on, when, how and where they choose.
When the man is finished with it, it is discarded, like a used condom, awash with his fluids, whimpering away pathetically in all it emasculation in stockings and girlie shit. This is not a fantasy experiment, a curiosity phase, or a place to “learn as you go.” I am looking for an obedient, emotionally regulated, experienced cuck who understands that this dynamic is built on discipline, restraint, and service..not constant sexual noise. If your idea of being a cuck starts and ends with porn scripts, frantic messages, or needing reassurance every five minutes, this is not for you. I value control, not chaos.
You should already understand that the role is not about your gratification, that obedience is shown through consistency rather than words, and that boundaries are structure..not something to push against. You must be comfortable existing in the background, supporting without needing to be centered, and maintaining composure even when attention is not on you.
Experience matters. I am not here to train basic etiquette or explain why patience is required. You should already know how to listen, wait, and follow instructions without negotiation or emotional spirals. Emotional maturity, self-control, respect for authority, discretion, and reliability are non-negotiable. I value men who can be useful without entitlement and who understand that access is a privilege.
I am not interested in men who lead with explicit language, confuse desperation with devotion, think access is owed, or collapse without constant validation. This dynamic works because I choose..not because someone begs. Fulfillment should come from knowing your place, serving with intention, and supporting my standards and lifestyle without interruption.
Communication will be clear, direct, and intentional. Silence will sometimes be part of your role. If that makes you anxious instead of focused, you are not ready. This is a privilege-based dynamic: access is earned, maintained, and can be revoked.
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Collage 1977 onwards.... great memories ! 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 I absolutely missed telling off Fake Doms and DDs keeping me entertained. Little/sub/prey doesn't mean weak I'm stronger than any of you have a clue and much more comfortable in being ruthless when needed. Trying to bait me will only get you bitten and mauled.
I have thoroughly enjoyed being entertained but really if you don't belong and have not done research and put in the time I'm the last person you want to try! Jesus's love for you is so deep as that of a father and child and so intimate as that of a husband and wife. Jesus and the angels celebrate you turning to him. Like that of a dear friend coming back, more missed than they had realized. Give him your burdens he will sustain you. He will not let the righteous be moved. He is nurturing and practical. He is like a supportive parent, a supportive lover. He is fair, trustworthy, and gives you clarity not impartially but fully. Be fearless and have the courage to pursue a relationship with Jesus Christ. It's a journey, through all the valleys and mountain peaks but he is faithful to never leave you. He carries you. He strengthens you. He cares for you. He sees you. He hears you. Some things happen quickly and some things require time. Perhaps time to build your character. Build your endurance. Build your spirit. Build your patience. Build your wisdom. Some things are not meant to break you but to make you so strong and unrecognizable to your old self. Even in the dark there is a light and the light has not been overcome by the darkness. It cannot be. O, i've read some of my messages and I'm alone with my thoughts. My nipples want to be sucked and nipped - ouch, do it again Daddy. My clit is alive and awake, come here little girl, yes Mommy will love on you. Now the pussy and ass are wanting. Pop a dildo into my ass well past the tight sphincter. My cunt is wet and spasming in anticipation of being entered. Mommy has a new cunt dildo. It has a big head and along arm. Oh Momm, oh Mommy I'm waiting... but instead Mommy flips onto her belly and enters me from behind. The dildo is swift hard and deep. Oh i'll know later i was used. Deeper and deeper the pounding goes. It feels good and i welcome the hot wet squirt and more squirt, oh I'm soaked and Mommy is still fucking me hard. I just realized I'm panting and cuming and realized i still want more.Daddy enters the room surveying the situation. Ok now you're ready for Daddy to start ! Well, ladies and gents, the holiday season is again upon us. I'm debating with myself whether to invite several friends over once again or just have a quiet, eventless evening at home for Thanksgiving.
Last year I did a 20Lb turkey, in my outdoor air fryer, which turned out much better than I expected. It is a lot of work to put together a huge meal with all the fixings. I will have to thank my mother when I see her again up yonder for all her work.
Maybe I will link up with a woman who is by herself this season and is seeking a Dom of her own to hold and cherish? It would be nice going into the holidays and especially Christmas! If not, I'll go to my church's Christmas Eve candlelight service again. Perhaps there is a woman who would like to spend the holidays with me, and join me for Christmas?
Lost 2 friends this past year and one cousin my age. LIFE is SHORT and Quickly catches up with us all! rate this scenario was I to hard ..to soft ..or just right on the girl
Here is the scenario that could take place.
I arrive knock on the door. you open the door. Wearing only a robe open in the front, just as I requested. Upon entering I look you up and down, and smile with admiration. you lower your eyes to the ground, then walk to the corner behind the door and stand there facing the wall as I had ordered the girl to do. I stand behind you, reach around and cup your breasts and squeeze them in my hand. I squeeze them harder I feel a moan escape lips. I drop one of my hands down between your legs and feel that your moist, but I do not insert a finger. I grab your hair by your neck and turn you around a face me. I say "hello, the SAFE WORD IS RED" do you understand what the safe word is for? You nod that you do. upon hearing this I give your nipples are hard pinch, then I raise my hand and slap each tit once. You you jumped at the surprise. I watch as the red sets in...... "From now in I expect you to fulfill my request, even if I say you have the option oh saying No. Yes you do have the option to say no, but does not mean I will stop right away..but I will stop ... do you understand, you know why this is happening?" You nod yes.. "I want to hear you acknowledge that you understand " "yes Sir I understand Sir" you reply meekly I step back behind you and I raise my belt and it lands with a smack on you sexy ass. "count them for me" I order you You count "one" The second lands a little harder You count 2 The third lands harder You count 3 On the fourth I hear you inhale, You hesitate then I hear 4 the fifth to the tenth are the same intensity as the fifth. I pause to admire the red setting in to you cheeks. Your doing good I say to you. "We are half way done, unless you pull away or use your hands to shield you pretty red ass" I tell you I pause to admire the red setting in to you cheeks. Do you understand? I ask you you reply nervously "Yes Sir, I understand" upon hearing this I swing my belt harder than the first 10 had been. Your raise on your toes but hang on to the table. "11" I strike again just as hard, you g "12" "your doing good" I tell you,as I run my hand softly over your cheeks and feel the warmth "spread your legs and hold very still. " I tell you sternly you spread your legs. I feel you open wider as your feel my fingers pushing past your wet pussy. a moan escapes your lips as my finger makes contact your clit. I run my fingers down your clit and insert the tips into your wet open willing cunt. I hear you take a deep breath. I withdraw my fingers and run them down and them up to your ass. I rub your pussy juices on the outside of your asshole. you tense up, "relax" I say then I step back, and without warning I surprise you with the 13th swat you jump, almost letting almost pulling away "Don't" I warn "count" I tell you I deliver the last few swiftly "20" you say with relief I tell you keep your eyes on the floor and bring me a glass of water to drink you go bring me the water. I walk over to a chair and sit down. come let me see the wonderful red ass of yours my girl you do as told, I run my hand softly over it, being very gentle Now sit by my side on the ..... him on 8/17/25 at 10:54 AM:
Would you talk to older, retired submissive, man?
him on 10/10/25 at 2:03 PM:
I would love to be captured by you, trained as a slave, and sold into the slave
market to a forceful dominant couple
Me on 10/10/25 at 2:07 PM:
Thats nice. Id love to have applicants for my submission that were actually writing ME,
the human, based on their reading my profile and writings and figuring out our potential c
ompatibilities rather than randos who copy and paste messages to every pretty picture.
him on 10/10/25 at 2:09 PM:
Im sorry maam, but that was direct nothing was copy and pasted. It was just one of my
many fantasies to give up control, but that was an actual message not copy and paste.
him on 10/11/25 at 9:01 AM:
You are very pretty and very powerful
him on 10/11/25 at 2:39 PM:
God, you are beautiful
Me on 10/11/25 at 2:40 PM:
Do I strike you as someone who is susceptible to flattery?
him on 10/11/25 at 2:44 PM:
I only know that you are very attractive to submissive men
him on 10/11/25 at 2:51 PM:
I sincerely apologize if I insulted you
him on 2/6/26 at 10:43 AM:
Would you be interested in dominating a older, white submissive, male wishing to be
trained anyway, that you wish and to be your servant to be used abused, and even
loaned out if that’s what you wish
Me on 2/6/26 at 1:28 PM:
Here's the problem. You are so focused on what you want, that you have yet to bother
to consider what *I* want. You have now written me EIGHT times, yet literally failed to
the one one single thing I asked in the first fucking line of my fucking profile, even after
I EXPLICITLY stated that's something I require. You know - the thing that tells you who I am,
beyond just the "pretty" and "beautiful" picture you seem to obsessed with. You want to be
"trained" and "dominated" but you have already shown yourself to be lazy, self-absorbed,
and utterly unsuitable for anything I might want to use you for.
too much thinking always gets in the way of bliss. Especially Daddy's. And im all about giving Daddy bliss.
ideally, once I've been selected by the right owner, and surrendered completely, He should be doing all the hard thinking for both of U/us.
Then it's "forever yes and free of stress"
❤ I again don't know why I am writing this, except for the fact it lets me get some thoughts on [digital] paper and prevent me from doing something else im *supposed* to be doing.
So in 7 days, Andrea should be getting dressed to go to a girls night out. That sentence should not be as scary as it feels now that I've said it.
I want to go out for the night as a woman. I know I am going to have my stockings and bodysuit under my jeans and sweatshirt, changing at an undisclosed location before the party. Probably going to pack my pumps but still am undecided on that. Choices. Choices cloud my brain. I know Andy is an awkward dirty old man who can enter most conversations. I dont know who Andi is. Does she lead with jokes? Does she put her hair up, or keep it down? Necklace? Earrings?
I want to do this but as the 168 hours start counting down, more and more mental stress starts to slip in. I dont know if i should pack some stockings to make my boobs look bigger, or if i should go as is?
How do you girls do this daily?
Wait! Can I actually consent to BDSM?
If you are not SEEKING TO BE ENSLAVED...
If you are not READY, WILLING and ABLE...
If you cannot VERIFY and MEET within TWO WEEKS
GO AWAY! I have decided that I need a change in my lifestyle.I find that now I'm only interested in female subs. I now need to return to my roots in this Lifestyle, which I began 40 years ago. As with so many things, my interests change from time to time. It keeps things from getting boring to me.I guess that's a good thing. Dear Diary,
Today, I find MYSELF indulging in thoughts that have lingered at the back of MY mind for far too long. I’VE always envisioned MYSELF having two bases—one here in London, and another somewhere warm and inviting in Europe. For years, the idea has danced around in MY head, but I’VE never quite had the energy or the right moment to set things in motion. However, something feels different now, and I sense that if I don’t act soon, this dream might just slip away.
So, I’M taking the plunge and starting MY research on plans for MY second base. The idea of renting a small studio flat somewhere in Europe has always appealed to ME. I’VE been thinking about Portugal or Spain, with Portugal currently taking the lead. The thought of a cosy, sun-drenched space where I can retreat, recharge, and, of course, still keep a watchful eye on all of you from afar, is intoxicating.
Portugal has a certain charm that keeps calling out to ME —it's beautiful landscapes, rich culture, and warm climate are just what I need. But I’M still open to suggestions. Perhaps there’s a hidden gem I haven’t considered? Or maybe some of you have thoughts on why Spain might be a better fit for ME?
I’d love to hear your thoughts, MY devoted ones. After all, this isn’t just about finding a place; it’s about creating a second home—a sanctuary where I can rule from, wherever I may be. Your input could very well shape where this next chapter of MY life takes ME.
BLACK GODDESS 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 With my husband's encouragement, I recently had a few dates with a Trump supporter. He was also a cop, which was interesting for me. He was very polite and kind and handsome, so as long as we weren't talking politics, I really enjoyed my time with him. I'm incredibly liberal and happily married to a very liberal husband, so the idea of serving a conservative was a new one for me. But cops always kind of scare me, I only really interact with them if I'm being pulled over, so talking to police officers makes me feel like I'm already guilty of something.
On our third date, I was at his place handcuffed (for the sake of not getting anyone in trouble, they were definitely my handcuffs and not his). He was using my mouth and during a break in the action, I told him it'd be a waste to come down my throat. He didn't need any more encouragement to bend me over his bed, kicking my feet apart. I asked him if this what they meant by "assume the position" and he stuffed my panties in my mouth. So I guess he didn't think that was very funny.
While inside me, he called me his little liberal slut and I groaned and pressed back against him. I wouldn't let anyone call me that in the street but in that moment it was so fucking hot. He took the hint and grabbed both my hips, telling me this is what I was good for. I must have gotten off twice to him degrading me before he finished inside me.
Later we watched Brooklyn 99 while I was still handcuffed and gagged and I rode him to completion. An unexpected but enjoyable time! I am searching for a possible 3rd s-type person to add to my life.
If you are a cis male it is strictly service based and it would be every other week. Must be local and live nearby.
If you are a cis female I am open to a d/s dynamic if a connection is made. While I like women I need to have a mental/physical connection to be in a relationship with them.
Please read all of my journal entries before contacting me. There are more pics and additional information about me on my Fetlife profile. https://fetlife.com/users/497253 my life is so completely upside down, I literally can't do anything for myself. That isn't totally true I can wash the front half of my body in bed. I can't get into the bathroom with out a hoyer assist, I want to find out what it would be to change my shower to make it bigger so I could use a shower chair in it. My left leg isn't strong enough for it to stand and pivot into my wheelchair. So I can't get out of bed with out a hoyer assist. I do the major wipe ups when I soil my briefs my roommate has done it but she didn't sign up for it.
I am praying the contractor I hired comes and widens the doorway to the entry hall so I can go to my appointment. I have tried calling him and get no where so holding my hand on my ass and waiting. Right now I have very little control and that drives me nuts, as I thrive on control. Being totally out of loop for 5 months has not been easy on me or having to be dependant on others. I'm looking for something a little different. I'm looking for a Daddy and/or Mommy with a sadistic streak. I'm VERY into ass play and spanking. I love the emotional release i get from long, hard anal use. I want to be regressed back into diapers using suppositories, laxatives and enemas. I want to be put through long, grueling enema sessions that leave my anus swollen and sore. I want to find someone who will bind my wrists together in front of me and fill my bowels uncomfortably full with warm, soapy water and put me through the humilation of expelling into a diaper as many times as it takes to completely clean me out.
I'm looking for someone who will use and abuse my ass regularily. I want plugs, dildos and vibrators used in my ass. Lay me flat on my stomach and finger my tight hole and use a rectal thermometer on me. When i'm naughty, cover an uncomfortably big plug in Vicks or Tiger Balm and make me hold it in my ass until you decide to take it out. Stick a vibrator in my ass and force me to cum until i can't take anymore. If I've been a good girl, lay me on my back, spread my legs wide and lick and suck my pussy, force me to cum over and over until you've had your fill.
I want to find someone who will keep my pussy hairless and smooth with shaving or pre-waxed strips. Use tweezers to pluck out any stubborn hairs.
I want to be spanked long and hard several times a day until i'm crying. Cut a switch and whip me until my entire ass is covered in welts and knicks. Then use alcohol on the knicks and cuts as i lay there bawling in pain. Spank my already marked and bruised ass just because you want to make me cry and beg. Cover my ass in a soaked facecloth and then remove it and beat my wet ass with a strap or belt.
I want to be regressed back to a little girl with strict structure, rules, restrictions, guidance and discipline. Aftercare is a MUST! After each spanking or long ass play or enema session, I need to be hugged and cuddled and snuggled. As much as I like being disciplined I also need a lot of affection.
We made it to Vermont in June, 2022! It's mid-August now, and I am SO glad to be here!
I lost my much beloved cat back in 2019... I nearly lost my own life as well, because I could not deal with the pain. However... over the past 3 years, I have managed to survive. I am not finished yet. That said, there is a lot of life left to live!
Vermont is beautiful, and with climate change going on, I am glad to have fled the wildfires of Arizona. I plan to homestead here in Vermont once we have saved some money up to buy land. And I hope to learn more about farming and maybe sell some of my artwork. Let us see what lies ahead! Co-Top
Co-topping is when two tops are sharing control in a BDSM scene. A typical BDSM scene has a top and a bottom, with the top in control and/or giving sensation and the bottom giving up control and/or receiving sensation.
In a co-top scenario, two tops are sharing the control in a negotiated way.
More About Co-TopThere are many different situations in which two tops may choose to work together. There are coordinated forms of play, such as two people wielding whips at one recipient. Their are collaborative forms of play where one top may be taking more of an assistant role.
Co-topping can be a way to mentor a new top so they can practice their skills in a supervised way. It can be a way for friends or partners who are both tops to play together in a scene, or it can simply be a way to provide a more intense or complex experience to the bottom.
Not my words but found this interesting;
Five Stages Of Degradation
Stage 1: DenialThe subject has not yet acknowledged the reality in which it exists. It may see Your intentions but believe You are not willing to go through with them, or it may imagine You are playing a game with it. Moving quickly beyond this stage is typically not difficult, but while doing so, keep Your longterm goals in mind.
Stage 2: AngerThe subject begins to realize what Your intentions are. it frequently reacts with outrage, threats, or aimless animosity. The louder these are, the greater the subject’s potential for eventual harnessing and use, since loudness is directly proportional to fear.
Stage 3: BargainingThe subject has exhausted its capacity for anger. It is now prepared to accept some degree of Your authority. Exercise care in this stage, as overt force may induce it to regress to the previous stage. On the other hand, any slackening in Your authority will produce an unsatisfactory result. Make use of its weaknesses, physical or mental, in order to unbalance and debilitate it further.
Stage 4: DespairHaving failed to retain any scrap of its persona at the bargaining table, and seeing no way out, the subject falls into despair. Take this moment to step back calmly. Allow it to understand what it has become.
Stage 5: AcceptanceIn order for the subject to move out of despair into a productive state, You must draw its attention to a goal outside itself that it can achieve. Any task will do that will occupy its deflated faculties and give it a feeling of success. Some subjects may take a perverse pleasure in the state of degradation itself, but don’t count on this. Examples of good tasks include retrieving an , obeying simple commands, or expressing gratitude to You.
Not all subjects will present all stages in the typical order. A subject accustomed to degradation will likely already find itself at stage 5, while a raw subject may need multiple revisits of stages 1 through 4 before it has been adequately broken down. Feelling thankful these days. And hopeful for the new year.
My family is doing well. Everyone seems to be happy and healthy.
...
Am I still looking for the right Domme? Oh yes
Have I learned a thing or two about how this dynamic works in real life? Oh yes
Do I realize that there are women here (and elsewhere) who prey on submissive men? Oh yes
Is my happiness dependent upon finding my Domme? Oh no
...
My life is happy and fulfilling. But the right Domme would enhance my life.
Things are turning around for me. I know its going to be a long haul but I keep pushing forward. I worked on my gofundme page its on my profile on fb.
I am not angry at the world. But it was so traumatic this past year. I have found my voice and am able converse with my caregiver better. She is a little
Upset I found anoher caregiver nearby
I have to do whats truly best for me. My lawyer has all my hospital records its time for
My drs to see me for who I am no wonder they kept me sedated.
Losing a limb is hard enough losing it for no reason other than money is so wrong on so many levels
And of course my stalker returned. Apologizing again he is an abuser and I am so over that. He needs to get a life but not
Mine.r
The most potent sex organ is the mind.
Control the mind and the body will follow.
Making the ordinary and mundane the most extraordinary
Random ficlet:
I gleefully stood, naked, and allowed my my hands to be bound together by a man who I knew wanted nothing more than to devour me. I grinned in anticipation as he guided my bound hands above my head and looped to tail of the rope through a chain hanging from the rafters above us. Once the rope was looped through the chain, I noticed him smirk as he pulled the rope tight and my arms were stretched further over my head until I had to rest mostly on the balls of my feet, leaving me in an unsteady stance.
I was so wet that I felt like my slick was dripping down my thighs and my pussy was clenching in anticipation and nervousness. I couldn't help but shift around in my eagerness and groaned as I felt my naked thighs sliding wetly against each each other as my pussy practically drips with want.
My eyes were wide as you faced me and pulled my right leg up to expose my pussy. You clutched your throbbing dick in your hand. I felt you take a moment to rub your cock along my wet slit, I hear you groan when your dick meets the warm and wet folds of my pussy lips. I feel your grip on my thigh tighten right as you slide your dick easily into my wet, slutty hole.
I groaned, and before I even had time to register the intrusion, you were pumping into me, eager to feel more of my slick, clenching hole.
This didn't last long, though, as it wasn't nearly all that you wanted. You pulled out, much to my displeasure, my pussy was throbbing and needed much more. I saw you retrieve the leather belt from your discard pants and knew my ass and thighs were about to be on fire and I shuddered in a combination of trepidation and want.
I watched you loop the belt in half and pull it taught, making the leather snap delightfully. When our eyes met, I watched your face turn predatory when you met my playful and challenging look. I grinned, and hoping to sound more confident than I was in that moment, I looked up at you said "Do not bore me.”
I watched as you shook your head and gave me a sly grin as you casually walked behind me. I heard your shifting movements, so the crack of the belt on my ass didn't come as a surprise, but the intensity was.
Normally I have to coax a man into being comfortable taking what he wants, I habitually challenge Doms, as it's the only way I can get close to what I need. I often end up still feeling like im in charge and having to teach someone to be a Dom.
The cocky challenge to not bore me wasn't needed here. I shrieked and rose up on my toes at the HARD initial strike. Before I even had time to process the pain, you were in front of me and grasping my face in your hand, fingers and thumb digging into my cheeks and forcing me to look up at you.
"I'm going to whip you until you cry, and then I'm going to keep whipping you until you can't hold yourself up anymore and are begging me.."
While you were talking, you forced two fingers into my mouth while holding my face still, clearly making a point. You pushed them in until I gagged and held them there while I tried to keep from dry heaving
"Pleading with me to breed you like a desperate bitch in heat..."
June is gone and so my month long birthday celebration. I appreciate everyone who celebrated with me and the gifts I received and bought for myself. Not much by way of the playroom and toybag, but I did get a new black rolling table to hold toys clean and nearby when needed. My favorite gift to myself is the rubber duckie boyshorts - the fabric is super soft. I went back to buy more but the limited edition duckie print was gone so I had to pick other patterns. I look forward to shopping at this vendor more in the future.
Happy birthday to me and here's to another trip around the sun! I look forward to what the next year brings.
Ms. Elorin I love that I knew I was a faggot when I was very young so I didn't have to worry about becoming any kind of a man. I don't guess I knew the word faggot but I knew that I was made to service men. I would guess I've serviced at least a thousand. Now I want to only service a master. A strict but fair master that can appreciate my insatiable cocklust. I'm literally horny 24/7 and cock is all I can think about. I want a master that will treat me like a worthless faggot in public and will acknowledge in public that I am HIS faggot (and suck cock or even get fucked in public if the chance were to avail itself.) If someone reads this and is
https://www.chipper701.wixsite.com
So I know its easier than updating my profile but I just want to say I have met some wonderful people here and some less desired . Please stop sending judgemental messages . You don know what a person's intentions are and what their situation may be. I am a 37yr old babygirl( not sure why it says 35) yes diapers are a part of who i am .. want to know more ask .. dont like it thats fine I am not offended. I very much looking for a Daddy that is ABDL friendly and have a big heart and I am so ready to have a new journey. although for the most part i am submissive there is another part of me re emerging
I love to be in control of a man. Love to spank, flog, paddle them. Love tt cbt and more
men i do this with are in shape or muscular - 30 to 50 Color does not matter
have to be masculine men not in dresses July 5th - 11th , 2023
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Applications being taken for a maid / butler
You may be Trans~CD~CIS Female~CIS male , being who you are is important to Me.
For all the above'categories' , adept with make-up application is a bonus, being a pain-slut is a bigger bonus !!
However , being good at your role is the key.
You will be there to serve Me and attend to My needs/whims/desires.
There will be public outings - if this is NOT acceptable to you ~ then please do NOT apply.!
Be it for one day , an overnight stop , 2 days , 5 days , that is immaterial. If you are available then come and have fun.!
No fees either way , this is NOT a pro contract it is private arrangement.
You will provide your own uniform(s) , and understand High Protocol .!
I have an Apartment in central Manchester for Sparkle Event 2023.
I look forward to conversing with you in due course
The Flood
It looked like the devil was right. God finally regretted making humans because of all the wickedness upon the earth in Noah's days. He decided he was going to end the world. The devil seemed to be right, humans were bad. However someone caught his attention. Noah. The only one righteous on the earth in the face of all the wickedness. The only one left calling on God and teaching his family to do the same. God couldn't destroy him. So he would save him and his family and some animals and restart. Hopefully the faith of Noah and his family in God could be taught to the generations that would come after him and through him. God hurting for what creation had become flooded the earth. Saving Noah and his family in the Ark. God told Noah he would never destroy the world with a flood again. It was a tough decision for God but he did what was right. Enough was enough. It's been a while since I've updated. In the last few years, I've become semi-nomadic. I roam all over the eastern USA, and occasionally stray west across the Mississippi. I'm based in NYC but venture all over New England, the Midwest, and down into Appalachia. I've been all over the country. I often feel a sudden urge to be tied up in someone's basement when I'm on the road, so I'm happy to chat with bondage enthusiasts from all over the eastern USA and sometimes beyond if we have similar interests. Move on....
That moment when you think you might be healed enough (do you ever really heal fully?) to maybe move on...
To allow yourself the opportunity to connect again.To explore.To smile.To be vulnerable.To trust.To hope.To maybe even, g... fall in love.
Instead, missed connections, pushed away strangers, lost opportunities. For what?
Oh, what foolish dreams may come.
Maybe someday...
After discussing my challenges with dating or even befriending certain types of people, my friend wants to come up a snappy phrase for me to use that translates into, "Yes, but your complete list of Issues Has to Fit in Large Print on an Index Card or It’s Too Much for Me.”
That's much pithier than what I originally said, so ... progress! Wow, they have journals back. What a trip.
Since this is easier than updating My profile, I'll just use this space to clarify that 'm no longer interested in online dynamics.
It no longer fulfills Me. So if you aren't local or able to travel to meet Me in a reasonable amount of time, you're not what I'm looking for,
and I wish you happy searching. AcadaMay She's Royal CFNM Ladies Tea Party - Saturday April 12th
You may contact me here to reserve your place.
Most alternative events objectify women, but there is one particular event that reverses the rôles. This is the Clothed Female, Naked Male party. CFNM by definition gives the power back!
Ladies of elegance and sophistication are cordially invited to take the opportunity to mingle with their peers whilst sipping their wine and enjoying the entertainment.
Come & join the the AcadaMay CFNM Ladies' Tea Party every month for an afternoon of tea & wine with lashings of decadence. All whilst being served by underlings who will be there solely to serve and cater to our every whim. You will never want to go to a vanilla tea party again!
Ladies, this is your chance to be served by men and objectify them. CFNM includes activities that are not particularly oriented towards female dominance and superiority, but a modicum of humiliation and punishment to the nude men not behaving according to protocol would be expected, nay, encouraged!
Gentlemen, this is your chance to parade yourself in an elegant social setting, to have the opportunity to serve and make yourself compliant to the request of any lady present without demur or backchat. If you wish to have this experience, come and join the ladies for an afternoon of CFNM.
🌿🌾about me:🌾🌿
hello my name is pebble.
I am a traditional girlfriend and slave with a twist of modern realistic values.
👽what does that mean and entail?
I am happy you asked!👽
I am a stay-at-home live-in-girlfriend who also is a practicing lifestyler. my role in my relationship is that of tradition. I make sure the house is clean and dinner is ready when my man gets home. I make sure his coffee is ready in the morning before he goes to work and that at the end of a long hard day of him working he comes home to a slut in the bedroom. I seek out a protector and gentleman both in my relationship and friendships with others.
👽🌾 so do you want to be friends and wait for the aliens to come enslave us humans?🌾👽 Tonight, as I sit alone in my room, the whirr of the fan above, and the muted hum of nightlife outside, I'm overwhelmed with a cocktail of emotions. They say time is the best healer, but some memories are etched so deep that time only accentuates their imprint. Today's breeze had the playful quality of that one evening, that daring venture that James and I took together.
He always had this unique ability to surprise me. Just when I thought I knew all his tricks, he would come up with something unprecedented. I still remember his mischievous grin when he handed me that beautiful burgundy saree. "Wear this for our date tonight," he said, with a glint in his eye that I'd come to recognize. It meant there was a twist to this tale. And oh, was there!
Wrapping the saree around myself, feeling its soft touch glide over my skin, knowing I wore nothing beneath, was an experience in itself. The chill of the metal waist chain against my bare skin, every step I took accentuating the lack of fabric underneath, it was exhilarating. As we walked through the garden, the tendrils of the evening breeze would occasionally threaten to expose my little secret. Each gust made my heart skip a beat, the thrill of possibly being caught, the sheer audacity of it, and James's approving glances only added to the excitement.
Though it was all in good fun, it revealed a lot about our relationship. James always pushed me to embrace my desires, however unconventional they might be. With every playful dare, every challenge, he taught me that sensuality wasn't just about touch or sight. It was about feeling, anticipation, the dance of the mind with desire, and most importantly, trust. Trust in him, trust in us, and trust in myself.
In the heart and among the bustling streets and the vibrant nightlife, we found our little pockets of intimacy. Some may see it as scandalous, but to me, it was a testament to our bond. We didn't need to be confined to the four walls of our bedroom to feel close. It was these spontaneous moments that made our relationship feel alive.
Today, surrounded by the memories of our shared past, the saree folded neatly in my closet seems more than just fabric. It's a reminder. A reminder of our passion, our adventurous spirit, and the love that transcended norms. Though James isn't here in person, his essence lingers in these memories, keeping the embers of our love glowing.
Why is it that when things get a little stressful at work or at home that my thoughts turn to buttery soft leather cuffs and holding a boy down lightly whilst asking him to behave? Daydreaming of edging somebody until they are almost crying is taking my attention away from spreadsheets. I mean, that's a good thing, spreadsheets are what will eventually kill off humanity, but when somebody asks me "what are you thinking about" I have to quickly lie and say, "what to make for dinner" The Natural Born Submissive
There are 2 types of sub, as I see it. One who's actually very strong inside. A leader. A dominant person by nature. It's the contrast in temperaments that turns them on. A clash of instincts. Then there's a naturally born submissive. She's passive in every breath, with every step. The follower, obedient by nature... I prefer the latter... I don’t know how to exist inside my own skin right now. My body hurts constantly—every joint, every nerve buzzing or burning in some private hell—and yet my emotions are stuck in this flat, gray fog. It feels like I’m floating a few feet outside of myself, detached, watching someone else limp through my days. I’m supposed to care about things, supposed to feel urgency, supposed to feel desire, but mostly I just feel… blank. A haze.
The hardest part is intimacy. Sex has always been a cornerstone of my identity, something that made me feel alive, connected, real. Now I lie beside people I love, people I want to want, and it’s like my body is a locked door. My brain remembers what it’s like to crave, but the signal doesn’t make it through. Instead I get this sense of obligation—this is who you are, this is what they expect, this is what you should be doing—while my body and spirit just won’t answer. I go through motions, or avoid them, and either way I feel like a fraud.
It’s disorienting: physical pain screaming from one side, emotional numbness pressing from the other. I’m caught in between, unable to move fully toward either. I don’t know how to bridge that gap, how to show up in love when I’m not even present in myself.
Some nights I wonder if this is permanent. If I’ll always be half-alive like this, longing for connection in theory but unable to touch it in practice. I miss desire like an old friend I can’t remember the face of.
For now, all I can do is write it here, admit it to myself. Maybe that’s a start. On enthusiasm:
I am demisexual, demiromantic, sapiosexual. I enjoy getting to know potential partners, exploring their minds and learning how they think.
If I'm not interested, I assure you that is what my reply email would say, if I send a reply. (I delete all emails with fewer than three sentences, regardless of the content.) If I take the time to go point by point through your email and bring things up, I'm open to possibility. I am not going to erupt in gushing enthusiasm because you wrote to me, no matter how pretty your language is or how long your profile is or is not. Enthusiasm develops over time, as connections build and I have a chance to see your cranium at work.
If I replied, and I was not dismissive by saying I'm not interested, there's a chance. If you give up because you need enthusiastic reactions from the start, all I can say is thank you for saving me the trouble. We are not compatible. i am no longer wearing a collar :(
this is not my choice,but sometimes life gets in the way..the wound is still very raw and i miss Master so much.
but i accept and respect His decision and i know how lucky i was to have worn his collar for the time i did.
i have so many great memories and will cherish the time we had and the fun along the way.
the road trip was super fun.your sensual style blew my mind and god i fukn miss that soo much.
your talents were mind blowing and im sure ill never find another Master with the skill set you perfected.
anyway...here i am again.
have to update the profile and i will soon. He had been communicating for a while with an experienced Gay master and the day had finally come where they would meet in person. They had agreed to meet in a public place at a little bar and café. If the meeting would go well they might be leaving together and he would be under his Masters control for the weekend.
He had been provided with very specific instructions on the time to meet and what table to take. He had come in good time to make sure he could get the specific table his Master had instructed him to sit at. He wanted to make sure he left a good first impression.
He was in luck the table was vacant. It was in the remote/back side of the restaurant. He had been told to sit with his back facing the restaurant area looking at the wall which would allow his Master to approach him without him being able to see Master coming. He was to order two specific bottled beer. He was not to touch the beers but patiently wait for his Master to arrive with both his hands on the table.
Time went really slowly and he found himself constant looking at his watch. He suddenly heard steps behind him. Was it the waitress or was it Master? He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and a voice behind him “Do not turn around “. The hand massaged his shoulder end moved down his chest…. Gentle squeezing his nipples. The hand moved further down to his crotch. He was so hard..
“Heads and eyes down” He lowered his head and Master walked around and sat down at the table. He did not dear lifting his head. He could see Master hand taking the beer and Master zipping off the beer while making a smiling sound.
Finally he heard the voice “Okay you can lift you head” He excited lifted his head and there was Master in front of him. They spent the next 20min talking and get to know each other while enjoying the beers. It was a great continuation of the conversation they had had on email and chat and they both was in agreement to proceed the relationship to the next level.
Master reached down in his backpack and took up a small carrying plastic bag. “if you want to proceed you will go to the restroom and do what the note in this bag instructs you”. He was super excited to continue and took the bag and hurried to the restroom.
Inside the bag was a note that said. “You are plug yourself with the plug in this bag. Take off your underwear and place it into the bag and you are NOT to take a piss” The plug in the bag was luckily not that big as he was very tight in the rear and there was some lubricant. He quickly slid the plug into place and removed his underwear. His cock was hard a steel and with no underwear it was scratching against the inside of his jeans.
He went back to Master table and handed over the bag with his underwear. Master put on a smile.. “Now it is my turn, Please order me a new beer ONE only. ” Master excused himself and went out to the restroom.. He brought along his own beer bottle.
He was quickly back and sat down. “Well boy it is time you know who is boss” He handed his beer over. The bottle was warm. OH my good he had refilled the bottle with his piss in the bathroom. “Here is your new beer, now drink up”
It was so humiliating. Sitting there in a public place drinking master’s hot piss out of a beer bottle. He had tried drinking hot piss before but never this way. Master was enjoying him selves with his new fresh beer. He finished the beer and would have loved to have had a glass of water to clear him mouth of the salty taste.
“Good boy”. What do you say we get out of here….
They walked to Masters car. Master opened the passenger seat and he jumped in. He put on his seat belt and Master handed him a pair of sunglasses… the sunglasses has the inside colored black and totally blocked his sight. Master closed the door and jumped into the driver’s seat. When inside the car Master unzipped his jeans and his hard cock immediately sprang out.. Master laughed, gave him a deep kiss and started the car.
Another humiliating experience sitting there not knowing where they were going sitting there with his dick hanging out like a flag pole.
Few minutes later they turned into Master driveway and into the garage and the automatic door closed behind them.
Master went around to the passenger seat opened the door and guided him out of the car and sat him down on a chair in the garage. “Get undressed, Quickly!” He quickly did as tol and soon was standing naked on the cold garage floor. His hands was retrained behind his back with a pair of steel handcuffs and a ball gaga placed in his mouth. Eyes down and follow me…
The next two days he would be under Masters control… I’m at a point in life where I’m genuinely ready for love and a long-term relationship built on emotional depth, chemistry, and mutual investment. I’m drawn to men who are grounded, emotionally aware, communicative, and naturally attentive to the person they care about.
I give deeply when I choose someone (like the Leo I am). And I’m drawn to people who naturally feel inspired to meet that energy, or even exceed it. I notice when someone shows up with care and initiative.
I’m not looking for potential or vague curiosity. I’m looking for someone who actively wants to build something real, evolve together, and hopefully explore power-exchange through a FLR.
I created a questionnaire as a doorway into that exploration. You sharing real experiences matter more than theoretically "correct" answers. If you feel intrigued rather than intimidated you’re probably in the right place ❤️
Submit your answers here: https://forms.gle/6Ui8kVrZasXGZmc8A
/Miss Trevligheter This profile is severely out dated and with the current way that it takes forever to get your account re approved and reviewed , im worried about loosing contact with amazing people , so im updating here first.
Ok firstly this is no longer a Dominant profile , I gave it a go for a partner but it was not for me .
I much prefer the slave lifestyle and to be owned n controlled , and I very heavily prefer the absolutely sadistic and more intense Experiences all the way around.
I'm seeking a Hellashish amount of CBT , and would absolutely adore it if I could find an owner or owners that would want to use me partially or fully as their personal toilet .
Open to.relocation , although it'd have to be a live in , even if out in the barn , type of situation.
I'm very open minded and just want to find a home that will enjoy torturing and hurting the every living bajeebus out of me on a regular , who would benefit from my labors. Skills and dedication of time , energy and life to them. Most any store you go into now asks you to take a survey when you leave so they know how they can improve. A lot of websites, social media groups, blogs etc, will belittle someone leaving who dares to give feedback about just why. "It's not an airport, you don't have to announce your departure".Those kinds of snarky remarks and the childish attitudes of the users, are often the main reason someone will decide to cease participating in any particular group. Apparently, those managing these sites don't really care why people stop coming back.I myself don't announce my leaving or the reasons for it, I just go. Sometimes I'll check back in a year or two to see if that bunch of people still exists online and often it is gratifying to see that my judgment was correct and the group is dead or almost so.Now, I'm not planning on leaving CS, but I would like to give some feedback if the owners ever read these journal entries. This site is nearly stagnant and I think the long wait to approve a new profile or change an existing one has a lot to do with it. It's a huge turn-off and block to new members, many of whom will leave if they're not able to participate quickly and will probably forget they even created a profile here after a couple of weeks.So, it's the same people here every time. Nothing against any of them, but if they weren't interested in me the last 25 times I was online, I don't think they are gonna leap to to get to know me anytime soon. We need new blood here to keep things moving or CS risks becoming another uninteresting, moribund website.Okay, it took a long time for me to get there but it's been said. Back to surfing.
If you found a normally locked door unlocked, wouldn't you worry?
I went away for the long weekend and came back last night after dark. Unloading the car, putting things away, blah blah. I stopped and looked at the kitchen door. Unlocked. I lock every door when coming in out of habit. Unlocked. I start looking around, checking closets, go downstairs, check that door, the windows. Nothing. Nothing looks missing. Eventually I head upstairs, with a kitchen knife. Okay, with two kitchen knives because what if the person waiting to murder me knocks the first one out of my hand? Secret knife in my hoodie pouch.
Now, you're probably saying but you have a dog, she will attack. I would think so, too. What she did was walk upstairs and go straight to her bed. The weekend wore her out. I was on my own. You might also think that's a good sign if she doesn't hear or smell anything unusual. She also has walked right by french fries and never noticed. Let's not count on her awareness to save the day.
Back to me. Back when I was paranoid I bought a, what are those things called, the zapper thing, because I don't know how to use a gun and I would probably shoot a hole into my closet and ruin several of my favorite dresses. I went to get that to continue my search and it was dead. Why would I keep it charged? Indeed. Kitchen knife and secret hoodie knife it is. Every closet, peeled back the shower curtain, looked under every bed. Checked my jewelry. All fine. And then I closed and locked the bedroom door and wound a belt around the handles and slept with the tv on.
What about the kitchen door? All I can think is I missed relocking it the last time I went out. You better believe I won't be doing that again any time soon. The kitchen knife and secret hoodie knife are still on the nightstand. 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? lol you guys let me tell you about this little cum slut that was just blocked. He reached out and pleaded to be considered by me. Against my better judgement of knowing he did not live in the USA, I gave him a chance to prove himself. He failed miserably and now unfortunately until further notice I won't be entertaining convos outside the USA unless I'm moved to do so. effective immediately.
Goddess Dani I just found out that my first dominant passed away. I'm sad, bewildered, melancholy. I normally maintain friendships with exes but he chose not to. So I don't know what happened. He's the first friend, person from my generation to go. It feels so strange. He was the third person I messaged with when I joined CollarMe. He was a wonderful person and I have fond memories of him and our time together. I'm grateful he gave me those. Rest in peace, Stephen. Vide cor meum. Vide risio meum. Hey Mistress
I am not your Mistress
Sorry hello Ma'am how are you,Will you do to me the things you do?Whips and Canes and all that stuff,I have "sub" frenzy and can't get enough,
Yes I will say all the right things but never do them true,I am a shadow wanker and cum while messaging you.
*No I won't, you ignored my needs, So, I removed an old picture and I added one.
That's a risky thing to do on this site.
I have no idea how long it will be before my profile is back up and its just ridiculous!
Also the anti robot feature doesn't work sometimes and I've lost long messages when I tried to sent them. Is this anti robot thing even necessary?
I miss the old site when it was collarme
I hope who ever runs this will improve this site because I think it needs an overhaul!
What a pain in the ass and not the good kind! Lol Where are the real subs and slaves? The ones who want to surrender and, to be captured and captivated to find themselves deeply immersed in another. I tire of those who are not sincere, those who don't know what they want and those who are afraid of what's in front of them.
It's time to embrace what you want, what you need, what you crave for what you desire. Be brave, be bold, be open and embrace who you are, who you are meant to be.
if you are serious about finding someone to serve, to treasure to adore and are willing to be what I want partner knight, sub, slave, toy send me a message. Only if you are very serious, you know what you want and you are ready for the journey.
Goddess I'm updating my profile here since this site seems to make regular updates problematic.
First, if you're blatantly racist, transphobic, or incapable of recognizing your own privilege, there's no point in reading further.
Second, I'm polyamorous and have other partners in an open relationship. If you're looking for monogamy, you're looking in the wrong place. You have to be able to get along with them, and I won't put up with jealous behavior.
Third, I'm looking for someone who's willing to cook and clean, as well as be available sexually whenever I choose. I'm not looking for hookups or one-offs.
Fourth, you will have to contribute to the household; either through outside work or in some other way. I'm not a sugar Daddy.
Fifth, I have ADHD, and I often lose track of time. If we have been corresponding and suddenly you aren't hearing from me, don't take it personally. Just touch bases with me, and as soon as I'm able to focus, I'll reply.
Sixth, you will need to authenticate that you are who you say by live cam. Text and pics are nice, but they often don't represent reality.
If you have any questions, just ask. Oh I wish I had a slave driver here,
A useful chatty person near,
Drives me to key appointments with notice set,
Keen to be useful to me I bet.
When I choose club play nights off we fly,
Whips on his derriere produce mutual joy sighs.
Though now pleasant chat from the states only shows,
Useless in practical life we all know.
And I am a practical person through and through,
So where are you Slave driver you not around tinges me blue.
Instead I am busy with study and skill,
Developing life knowledge so my mind advances up a holl,
Knowledge is power so I consume mine,
Growing as a person through time. One thing I see over and over again here, and on every other social media site are CD's looking for a "Daddy" or a Mistress to transform them. Realistically, no one is going to take you in, clothe you, feed you and pay for your transformation, especially in this day and age. You are going to have to work your ass off and do it yourself. Strive to hone your makeup shills and make youself pretty and desirable. The fantasy of being transformed and kept as a sex"slave" with no responsibilities other than being available for use is a wonderful one, but just that, a fantasy. Try starting off with a skill set that might set you off from the crowd, even if it is only domestic service. There is so much more to being a service maid than teetering around in 6 inch heels and dusting. My requirements are even more demanding. But the rewards can be great as well. Couple wants broken/damaged bi-slave boyM/s Couple seeks to own bi masochistic slave boy (18-50), for domestic as well as sexual service, degradation/humiliation and more.We want: Slightly broken, slightly damaged and this drives you to need to serve a Dominant Couple to feel complete. One who's fun and intelligent, lives for domestic service and also wants to be used by both males and females, a high pain tolerance and is comfortable with a strict hierarchy.If you want us to fulfill your fantasy, we're not for you. We want a real slave who wants to serve. Not looking for live-in now, but definitely in the future as part of our long-term dynamic. Must be within reasonable driving distance of Central Massachusetts. I have reached a point in my life where I can now fully live the bdsm lifestyle. I have no problem introducing my slaves to friends, family and strangers as my slaves. I will have no problem having them leashed in public. They will use slave speak. They will wear collars and cuffs and anything else I give them to wear. When we go out in the vanilla world and people ask questions they will get direct answers. I firmly believe that a BDSM lifestyle is better and more advanced than vanilla and I am proud to display it.
UPDATE 2/7/22:
I am looking for somene to do what amounts to several hours of part-time, light grunt work alongside me as I complete tasks... It will be mostly moving things from point A to point B, up or down stairs, with frequent instances of waiting on me to do my part. I've been having thumb & wrist problems and can't do much in the way of grabbing things to move them myself. I have a lot to do, but it's pretty easy, and except for trips to the trash and recycling bins, will be indoors. I'm need someone that does the work without questioning my decisions, so someone in a submissive or slave mindset is preferable. We can chat, of course... I'm not going to discuss the "why" of what I'm working on, though. :)
If you're vaccinated and in the Denver area, send me a message and let's negotiate something that's mutually beneficial! Just about a month ago I made some decisions about where I was spending my heart. Turns out there were little tears I had sprinkled here or there, like Gretel, to find my way back. Keeping a finger on the comfortable prevented me from fully looking towards the future. For the first time in a very long while, I fully let go and embraced the idea of what might be pretty wonderful. That has made all the difference. I feel like everything is coming together now. I just needed to get to this moment. I almost don't want to write this out loud to you, journal friend, for fear of jinxing it. But you know, you can't jinx what is meant to find you. Good things are in motion, and they are all mine. It is mid June 2022 ...... and we are currently in morning for the death of Babs' youngest son in mid April He was taken unexpectidly at just 41
So ... I hope you can understand that we are not currently looking to have any face to face meetings in the very near future ...... but we do remain happy to make a connection now ready for when we will again welcome a change in our circumstances and who we are connected with... so long as you realise that you will only be chatting to me, David, for now.
Journal Entry: Why Some Women Choose Slavery
I have often reflected on why some women willingly choose to live as slaves in a Master/slave household. To outsiders, it may appear confusing—why would anyone want to surrender control of their own life? But when viewed through the lens of trust, devotion, and purpose, the answers reveal themselves clearly.
For many women, there is a deep longing to be free from the constant burden of decision-making and responsibility that the modern world demands. In slavery, there is clarity. A slave’s role is defined, her place is secure, and her purpose is to serve. This surrender of control is not weakness—it is a relief. In letting go, she discovers freedom from doubt and hesitation, and in service, she finds strength and fulfillment.
There is also the matter of intimacy. When a woman gives herself fully, she allows herself to be seen in her most vulnerable and honest state. No masks. No pretenses. In that surrender, bonds are formed that are deeper than most will ever know. To be owned is to be cherished, and for many women, the knowledge that their Master claims them as His gives them a sense of belonging they have always sought.
Growth comes, too, from the challenges of slavery. The training, the discipline, the demands of service—all of these shape her into something stronger. She learns to endure, to obey, to strive for excellence. In pleasing her Master, she also proves something to herself: that she is capable of devotion, of transformation, of becoming more than she thought she could be.
And perhaps the greatest reward is devotion itself. To give one’s life, heart, and soul to another, without reservation, brings a sense of completeness. Some women long to dedicate themselves fully, and in slavery they find the purest expression of loyalty and love. Their submission is not a loss—it is the path that brings them peace.
This is why some women choose slavery in a consensual M/s environment. Not because they are weak, but because they are strong enough to surrender. Not because they lack value, but because they find value in being claimed, used, and cherished. And in that, they are fulfilled. The Void:
In the hollow of my soul, a void does dwell,
A silent chasm where echoes softly swell.
Its depths, a mystery, a place dark and vast,
Where shadows dance, and memories are cast.
A yearning whispers from this empty space,
Longing for meaning, a destined embrace.
Yet in the void, there lies a cryptic art,
A canvas for dreams, where hope plays its part.
Like stars that shimmer in the midnight sky,
In this deep void, new galaxies may lie.
For in the emptiness, there's room to grow,
To fill the void with love, and let it glow.
So fear not the darkness that may reside,
For in the void, new worlds may yet collide.
Embrace the mystery, let your spirit soar,
Find solace in the void, forevermore. 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
Fair WARNING
I WILL NOT deal with FAKES/or time wasters at all. The first time anything isn’t done the correct way I will block you immediately.
Everyone’s time is precious DONT WASTE MINE. As my time is EXTREMELY VALUABLE! I want what I want and WILL NOT SETTLE FOR A IDIOT THAT CANT COMPLETE A SIMPLE TASK.
#FrustratedGoddess Some people should stop watching porn
Lets start with this umm Master, we will call him MasterJS. He has just joined and contacted me asking if I was interested in 2 slaves as he had to get rid of them. I asked why and he said he was getting too old and he was going back to his wife and kids. How nice to take the time to dump them off with anyone. He tells me they were house slaves and listed what they would do, severl things which are against the law. I asked him if he or they would be paying for all that was needed for them to move to another country. He said that would be at my expence.
It is funny he blocked me but what is sad was he did not read my profile where he would have learned I am not into women. I have also had a message almost the same conversation a while ago so my guess is this person watches too much porn.
If you cant be bothered to read my profile dont contact me and make offers. The vow of a slave:
I met her in the shadow’s call,
A Mistress strong, unyielding, tall.
Bound by fate, though not by choice,
A forced path, a silenced voice.
At first, I raged, defied, denied,
Met steel with fire, stood in pride.
Yet every lash, each measured word,
Cut through walls I'd never heard.
Then one night, through softened eyes,
I saw her break, I heard her cries.
Not steel nor whip, but fragile pain,
A soul beneath the cold domain.
I made her laugh, I found the key,
A bond unshackled—yet bound was me.
Not by chains nor cruel demand,
But by the touch of knowing hands.
She spoke of honor, of my name,
That my defeat would bring her shame.
A slave to her, but not to fear,
She made my purpose crystal clear.
No loss allowed, no second place,
For I was hers—a pure embrace.
With every strike, with every fight,
I bore her will, I claimed my right.
And so I swore, through time unkind,
She holds my heart, she owns my mind.
Not just in flesh, but in my soul,
For she had shaped me, made me whole. If you're going to contact me...
1. please be real and not a fantasist 2. have a clear idea of what you require and sort of life plan. I'm not in this for just sex, I need a proper relationship and I'm not going to accept anything less. 3. be there, I need contact and communication. 4. be prepared to commit to this
5. I'm not sending you pics right away. If you prove trustworthy and you make me feel at ease then maybe then. Never before. Sweet DreamsI want to see loveI want to feel it's touch me softly across face at firstI want to smell love ,the way you smell the gulf before you see itI want to treat it on my dry lips and have it hug my soulI speak of things I know cause I once felt that kind of love A warm day many years ago ,time really don't matter it is just my floating pass, things I can't touch or remember well or just the parts, that make my old world part of my new oneBut love I remember how it left the teat in my lips like salt ,not like one you get from table salt but you get when you eat something that was made with sugar and salt, fist the sweet treat and the the salt that brings you back slowlyI love being in the world where air is lighter and it is hard to keep your feet on the ground , your love songs touch you deeper and food treat better,all of this is because you feel loveYes I do love to feel that nothing can go wrong and maybe she/he feels the same , that they will see brighter colors and the would will seem cleaner , and maybe just maybe the world wants to show it all to you and can act like you're seeing it for the first time.And sometime dreams are all we have, dream it will get better,dream that someone will understand you,dream that people will stop thinking you're a fool, dreams are the one thing we can count on, they will always be there.To us when no one will not, to hug us when we need a hug and to love us no matter what.Clayborne Arno HarrisApr 11, 2019 Having a nice and quiet chill day for a change. Netflix and music, people in general just seem to be irritating to me these days. Kinda hard though when you're horny and people just seem to be replusive with their self entitilment attitudes. At times I feel like I'm better suited for slave, but yet someone still independent you know. But I swear some can be so freaking irritating. So many things going through my mind right now. My mind just seems to be on fire, if only I can be the anonymous encounter type of person. Just f someone up and go. There's like a fear there that if that side is ever unleashed.... (Smiling) as lovely as it is to get messages from Other Dominants attempting to be trained, led, guided by Me or befriend Me- not intereste. I am not trying to enter a pissing contest. Very few male dominants have the intention I have, or intensity for that matter. I genuinely care about the submissives and slaves who have served me and i have befriended over the years. Thank you, just not interested in males who identify as Doms.
successful masculine men who are actively seeking for a Female Led relationship with a woman who's their weakness, for a voluntar, consensual relationshi? why.. Hello! Well, seems the fakes have found their way to CS.
Disappointing. Unlike alt, most of the profiles for years seemed to be real.
Not anymore.
Google lens or tineye is a quick and easy way to find them. Stolen pics = fake profile. Don't know why the admins don't build in a to verify. It's an easy thing to do.
Anyway, I'm on a rant.
REALLY wanted to find a potential sister slave for this weekend. It's my anniversary with my slave.
She would have been pleased. And surprised. LOL. 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 Thoughts...
If you read my profile, you konw I'm evolving. Pamela calls and I listen and become. The question is, how far I will go. Today, I went shopping online for more clothing and toys. I wonder what wearing these things and submitting to these toys will do.
Previously, the intent of the dressing and toys was to see if I could put Pamela away. Obviously, that didn't happen. Will this next round make Pamela emerge even more?
I'm looking for guides - dominants that are interested in taking a fledgling submissive farther, gently coaxing her out, pushing those imaginary boundaries that I have yet to reach. I imagine I will be a horrible submissive, real life gets in the way as does my personality.
Still, if you are interessted in experimenting with me - drop me a note.
Pamela Open letter to all the weirdos who keep writing me weird shit:
I often get what probably is canned messages from men here, and it's so disappointing and disillusioning.
Dude. Don't send out a message like this to someone you don't even know! The likelihood of a normal woman liking it and replying to it is infinitesimally small! Quit thinking with your dick!
I, and, again, the vast majority of thoughtful women, would no more reply to show interest in this kind of slobbering trite than they would step off a curb in front of a bus!
Grow up, man! Stop being so desperate! Get a life! Get outdoors! Do some volunteer work! Stop wanking all the time! And def stop watching so much porn!
You MAY be a great guy under all the porn induced delusions, but no one will ever know it if you don't stop making these lame attempts at wannabe Dom guy shit. This is not what being a Dom or Master is even about! You are not a white knight, you are an idiot. Get a clue, get real, and stop writing me these I want to take you to my castle in the sky email propositions!
You can thank me later. And yet another lovely entry on another lovely day...
I never thought that a pretty blue dress could look so good… Watching the sweat bead up on your back, you become a slippery mess that requires extra sturdiness. With the hem of your pretty dress bunched up into my palms, I let the lubed glass piece that is strapped around my body slide into you. Gripping the fabric tighter, securing my stance due to the hold your walls have on my glass, I slip in so slowly I can feel the vibration of the whimpering. Letting one side of your dress fall, my fingers dig into the fold of your hip, guiding the glass in and out as slowly as ticks sound behind us. Every time the clock ticks, another inch finds it way deeper, until I’m buried in your hole. Then every time the clock ticks while the glass has vanished in you, an inch is taken away.
Listening to the pleads of being used, I watch you salivate with fire behind those dark hues. You’re fighting the need to slide back into me, knowing that it will result in a sexless rest of the week. The fight that you are having with yourself is enough distraction you’ve caused yourself. Releasing your skin, my fingers find that sweet spot of your lovely area - freshly hairless. Rubbing you into a slobberfest, the glass slides into you again, quicker this time. The time clicks away, my fingers that hold your oh so pretty dress grip your hair as well, turning your head sideways to watch me fuck you. I see the begging in your eyes, the unvoiced pleads of need for fireworks.
Just as I feel you squeeze my piece, damn near in place, my fingers find the front of you again, gently sending you over the edge with kisses down your spine. I hold you in place against me - stabilizing you until you’ve come down. The murmurs of how well you did for me, letting you squirm and twitch with your happy ending.
But should I keep going? Continuing to please you until you just don’t have it in you to continue?
Obedience Rituals for a kajira.
A kajira must be obedient and pleasing. She has many ways to assure her master. The obedience rituals provide a striking set of actions that every kajira must master.
First Obedience
The girl presents herself before her master who has commanded first obedience. She kneels before her master with her hands on the floor. Next the kajira rubs her cheeks and hair on her master’s feet.
While attending to her master, the girl must tell her master how much she loves being his slave and how much she loves him. She continues pleasuring her master while pleading that she only wants to be his kajira, his pleasure slave.
When the master signals that she has met his needs she must remain in position for other commands such as Second Obedience.
Second Obedience
The kajira remains kneeling with her hair on her master’s feet. She begins kissing his feet and telling him what sexual favors she will provide. How long and how many desires she uncovers is up to her. She may also plead for sex acts that she needs and wants. The more detailed and complete the better.
The master will let her know when she has fulfilled her duties, usually by being ordered to Nadu position.
Do you ever have those moments were you're just sitting around wandering who's avaiable to be at your beck and call to just drink your piss. I'm just sitting here on my laptop like who just spends their day just sitting around waiting to get a text from me waiting to drink me to the last drop. You know sitting here in my unpretty house gear thinkin I so don't want to get up to pee. I'm warm under the heat blanket and comfortable. The person would have to live somewhat close by though, just another strike against me...lol Oh wait that person doesn't really exsist....lol I better get up... So i'm starting to figure out how to better use this site, and discover it has advantages over Fetlife, where i usually go and waste time. One has to be on it every day to make it work. Logging on and doing things refreshes where one appears in the feeds to other people. Contextual searches are also more possible here than on Fetlife, where browsing for people is an almost hopeless and wearying task because a Boolean search only works on names there. So, i need to leave that one alone and keep coming here often. Still very happy journals are back. I've not made a Journal Entry in a Long Time. I would be fine with a LTR or even Live In or Married if circumstances led to that. Though since like 2020 or longer have been dealing with Diverticulosis along with Mobile Cecum resulting in a lot of Abdominal Pain to say the least. I could not figure out what was wrong thinking was just Lazy and Crazy. Seems like everything has been on a downward spiral or nothing works out quite right. RL stuff beyond my control has contributed to making this more difficult heh. Was not until I read people writing stuff about Kristalose medication that started to realize was quite sane. They would talk about the exact issues was having or details a strainger would not be able to know. Really its just an additive in every country except the USA. Its like a Lactose that you just are unable to digest which can give a movement in 24 to 48 hours.
I'm an Organic Vegetarian so unless its Tube Steak for something haha. Pretty dedicated to keeping up my diet and exercise. Really would be nice to get married have kids but doubt that will happen heh. Really avoid piercing as anemic so bleeding is not good for that condition haha. Site used to be really active now its mostly stagnated. Funny my string code is basically Restless. I remember reading the CT Scan saying how organs moved since the last one not that long ago heh. That freaked me out a bit. Supposedly as many as 10 to 20 percent of population has Mobile Cecum. Usually you have part of intestine removed like Brock if something gets infected. I'm like a garden hose that is wound up or knotted or leaking fluid from what I can gather. Most seem to die or collapse needing surgery to avoid that fate. Seems like it will eventaully need an operation unless it fixes itself by some miracle. The cramps or abdominal pain was really crippling like another level of pain beyond Thunderdome. I could not even believe it as would feel fine then all of a sudden. Its like having the diet was not enough to avoid this issue. Even if do everything right in life can still fail utterly and totally.
Being owned by Some Rich Femdom is often a Fantasy not Reality. Though that nearly happend for me over two decades ago. I doubt it would have been a great match. As really need somebody who fits what are ideal at or into. Certain things are prety neutral or do not make or break a deal. Height is not a real issue as it can be good to be taller or shorter. Women should weigh less than me in general not this BBW which we all know to be BS hehe. Having interests where can talk or communicate about other aspaspects is always a positive too. it is hard, likely impossible, to overstate how amazing I truly am. Beautiful. Intelligent. Intuitive. Sensual. Lustful.
Perfection is not a sufficient word.
once you have had a taste, I will run through your soul forever. There are many who know and cherish this gift, and they are fulfilled in ways they could not possibly have imagined through their enslavement to Me.
And yet, I always hunger.
Any and all gender queer persons are invited to come for worship and for a Venom infusion.
I want a truly submissive, Female Supremacist who is acquiescent to their core and craves pampering a Beautiful and Dominant Goddess. I am bored of being approached by porn sick sex focused faux-subs who want to use Women to fulfill their kinks and "domestic shlubs". Cleaning My toilet is not an act of submission. Worshipping any sexual parts of my body is not an act of submission. Understanding your role as a male and sub in the order of My World is an act of submission. Begging to know how you can be of use, cater to Me and relieve Me of stress or woes is an act of submisoon. I am a dream Woman by all standards. I expect any sub who even attempts to approach Me to have a "how can i tangibly make Your day better, Goddess" attitude. Enough with the sex and domestic crazed bs. It's lazy, patronizing and patriarchal. The only sub I'll accept is one who hired a cleaning service to work while I'm enjoying a spa day that they arranged for Me. Afterward, they will prepare a delicious meal for Me, then I let out My pent up stress on them in a corporal manner, or have My feet massaged and kisssed...whatever mood stirs Me. The weight of Truth:
The truth is heavy, sharp, and bright,
A blade that cuts through endless night.
It waits in silence, cold and still,
Unmoved by want, untouched by will.
We build our walls, we paint the sky,
We twist the tale, we shape the lie.
Yet truth remains, it does not fade,
A shadow cast, a debt unpaid.
To face it is to bear the weight,
To stand before an unshut gate.
No mask to wear, no script to say,
No easy path to turn away.
It speaks of loss, of love betrayed,
Of choices made, of trust mislaid.
It carves through stories, soft and thin,
Revealing all we hide within.
Yet in its sting, there lies release,
A shattering that births new peace.
For though it burns, though hearts may break,
Truth gives the gift no lie can fake. Oh wow, that looks sexy.
I don’t want to give away what I think is the best part of the scene so I manage to change into a small leather loin cloth that ties on the sides. Imagine Jane in the Tarzan movies. I’m wrapped in a big towel as I change in front of everyone. I put on a hard leather mask and collar I use to protect my face and neck from the whip. It’s cool looking and like a medieval mask with slits over the eyes. It will protect my face and ears from any errant lashes during the scene.
I put on some ankle cuffs and drop the towel put it away. I’m now topless in front of a crowd of people eager to see what was going to happen. I grab two squishy rubber balls (more on this later) in my hands and I walk under the spreader bar and my wrists are attached to the suspension cuffs and my ankles are attached to the floor chains. I’m facing the crowd as I’m getting slowly oiled up. I know the lighting and the oil really show off the definition of the muscles of my thighs and belly. My mind is racing now. I know what is going to happen to my body. I can feel eyes all over my shiny glistening flesh. Enigma is playing in the background. I feel sexy, powerful and excited. This success of this site is based on transparency. You're a 52 year old dominant man in Miami who lives for NASCAR and wax play. Super. Got it.
In my opinion, the level of effort you put into your profile directly relates to your commitments. It's so odd to see someone say that it takes forever for profiles to update so they take the lazy approach and update a journal entry. Yep, I said it. Lazy. Dom or sub, doesn't matter. You've gone to the trouble of creating a profile to find someone for whatever reason. Now you aren't willing to commit to the effort it takes to update for accuracy. The only effort needed is a bit of patience. Patience to adjust your information. Patience to adapt your description to make you more interesting, or at least approachable. I'll write more later... No, you won't.
Someone who might be looking for exactly you is going to pass you by because now you're 56 and moved to Sheboygan but won't update so they'll never see it. You're shooting yourself in the foot. Not that anyone asked me. Enjoy your PARTNER. It’s going to be a very lonely life you lead as you grow older.
A message i got, after not giving out the gender of my partner! So aparentlig, now im going to be lonely for the rest of my life!Because I have a loving partner in my life, that I do not plan to marry (We dont want to get married).
Gasps.. I guess.. lol This is my dating profile. They don't get the provocative pics, just the words. But, also my face. I guess it's a trade-off:
"Successful, educated, wabi sabi misfit looking for a beautifully weird, hilarious, mad cap companion for companionable silence & worldly adventures. I love flaneuring, bookshop browsing, fine dining at 5:00, movies, martinis, reading, museums, Tokyo, Mediterranean beaches, jazz clubs, day drinking, and naps." Haven't written anything in a while, and I had a quiet minute between tasks, so I thought I would write about a recent experience I had out in the wild.
I had done a pop in at a Dollar Tree. I hadn't done anything special that day - no makeup, no sexy clothes, just my vibrant magenta hair and my bright orange mirror sunglasses. Maybe my hand bleached mandala design tank top was cool.
So when a very bald guy walking my way kind of leaned toward me and told me really liked my hair, I said thank you, and casually commented that I also had some hair loss and the bold color helps hide that. He apparently took that as an opening, and asked if I was married, and I said I have a partner, and that we are "complicated." He asked what that meant, and I asked if he knew what polyamory was. He gave a noncommital sound like he wanted to seem like he did, and I followed it with saying that we are always open to new playmates if they are compatible. So he asked me about going for coffee sometime. I said I was open to discussing it and offered him my business card.
Now, I designed my own cards, for goth costuming and art and such. They are mostly black and purple and lacy with gothic lettering.
And they have QR codes on the back to my Etsy and Instagram and email, etc. No numbers.
He looked at it, turning it over and back, like he had no idea what I'd handed him.
He said "Let's skip all that and you give me your phone number."
I said no, I don't really do phone calls.
So he hands me back my card and says "So you aren't really interested. Good luck with all that" and walked away with this smirk like he'd caught me trying to trick him.
At this point in my life, I can look at the whole thing and laugh. This is so common in my expeirence, but its still amusing to watch happen. I was pretty positive this wasn't going anywhere when he first asked, but I was willing to listen to his pitch.
But interested?
No, I was not "interested."
This guy did not look like Jason Momoa. He didn't talk like a heavy intellectual. Nor did he dress like anything more than your average rando - tshirt, long shorts, etc. He hadn't said anything, either, other than asking for my attention. He didn't ooze seduction or ... anything other than averageness, honestly.
He walked up to a total stranger, made the barest effort, divulged nothing of use or value in the 2-3 minutes we spoke, but expected... something more from me. Then when I didn't make up the difference for him, he bailed and wanted to act like I'd led him on somehow with my simple failure to be rude, and basic honesty.
He was *INTERESTED.* He was not in any way *interestING* on the surface. So there was nothing to be interested IN at that point.
But he wanted to be butthurt that I wasn't equally interested in him. I wasn't even snarky about the phone. Just not insecure about saying no. And he tried to turn it into something personal.
Weak men are everywhere. Here, at work, in daily life, etc. Men who want something, and sometimes will profess great interest in getting it, but at the slightest bump, they flail and pout and throw up their hands and play helpless.
Well, except when they decide to get violent about it. Which is why I carry pepper spray on my keys and a stun gun in my purse.
There's a tictok video where a woman expresses her frustration with men who want to complain that women all want '6 foot, 6 figure, 6 pack' and all we REALLY want is for you to be nice to us and feed us tacos. She's not wrong.
And I have a whole profile outlining what I want, and what I don't want, as well as countless journal entries laying out how to avoid pissing off me, and every Domme I know. And yet...
It doesn't have to be this hard, guys.
Just don't expect us to make all the effort for you. And just like that, its time to start packing. The house sold within the first week of being listed. Once again the Universe has chosen to show favor towards me. I have lived in VA all of my life except 1 year, the year after my divorce when I moved to MD. Now, I am headed to Philadelphia PA.
Sorta funny considering I have spent the last 20 years of my life traveling throughout different parts of western PA to attend swingers parties and go to a few clubs in that area. Have always wondered what it would be like to live in an area where there is a swinger's club within driving distance of my home. Never did I imagine that I would one day move to PA and then Philadelphia at that.
There at least 3 swingers clubs and 1 bdsm club within a 30 min drive of my new place in PA. Not sure how long I will be there but it will definitely be fun. Noone Owes You A living
In the last few weeks, I've learned a lot of painful lessons. Top of the list is learning that no matter how solid you may think something is, no matter how well built and diligently assembled you may feel it is, no matter how recently it's solidity was tested and found good and true, that something can fail with breathtaking speed. Literally here today, gone tomorrow.
As a consequence, I find myself amazed that I STILL have to learn not to put too much reliance on one thing. We all need supports, we all need things and people in our lives that matter to us and who we matter to, but the lesson is that such things and people must, by virtue of necessity, be a plural. If we become too reliant on a single support then we run the risk that, should that support fail us then we fail with it. The collapse can be dangerous mentally, emotionally and physically because not only is so much of our structure built on that support, but there's not a huge amount left to work with when it's gone.
So spread the load, don't put too many eggs in one basket and, whatever you do, don't put all the eggs in one basket.
Secondly, and equally surprising that I STILL haven't learned it, is that as much as we want to be good for others and to show them love and support and kindness, we have to also do that for ourselves. We must remember to be an advocate for and believer in ourselves before we attempt to do those things for another. I feel this is for two reasons.
Firstly, if we cannot be for ourselves what we seek to be for others, how much value does what we offer actually have in our own eyes? How can we offer ourselves to another if we don't think we have much value and, in truth, don't actually want or like our self? Isn't that basically re-gifting the shitty present you got for Christmas or a birthday, and if it is what kind of a way is that to treat or see either ourselves or the person we offer ourselves to? Aren't we essentially saying that we hold them in such high regard we want them to have something we don't value or like or have a use for?
Secondly, assuming we do value our own love and support and kindness, we must always keep a personal stash of it just for our use. We must do this otherwise we risk the damaging, diminishing effaspects of someone taking those valued parts of ourselves and, instead of giving us the best of them in return, suddenly deciding they've had their fill and they're moving on. We are left not just lacking in the resources we need to function in their absence, but also knowing that we only have ourselves to blame for assuming that just because we wanted the best for them doesn't mean they're obliged to want the best for us. And if they did once, we have no right to assume they will continue to do so just because we want them to.
The third lesson is simple; people change, and nothing changes people like other people. We are all dynamic, constantly evolving and constantly discovering new places we want to go and new people want to be with and new people we want to become. And if that holds true for others then by definition it can and should hold true for us. We are not who we were, we are not really who we because really we're just constantly becoming who we will be. In the face of that, stability is an illusion and the only person we can and should truly depend on is ourselves. Everything and everyone else is temporary in our lives. We are permanent.
And the last lesson is a cliche. If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it doesn’t, then it was never meant to be. My interests
Domination, spanking, breast play, humiliation, objectification, light pain, heavy bondage, public display and service, cuckold play, orgasm control, lactation, I'm an open book! Ask me anything!
It seems on the surface to be a very friendly declaration. Maybe you think "Wow, anything!? How brave!" And perhaps they are being brave and truly would answer any question put to them. But my experience is different.
When someone says "ask me anything," their contribution to getting to know each other frequently stops there except for answering direct questions asked of them. There is frequently no sharing of "more" or stories of "Oh, when that happened to me..." Instead the only things I learn are the things I ask directly. Which shifts the emotional burden of getting to know each other from "US" to "ME." And later on, if I didnt know something, the blame shifts to me for not having the forethought to ask, rather than it being on them for not volunteering relevant information, or better yet shared blame for not getting to know each other better before XYZ.
My first marriage was to a man that I believe was and still is a compulsive liar. And one thing he did that was excruciating to me was NEVER volunteer information. It was a method of CYA (Cover Your Ass) so that if he had to cover something up, the less that was known the fewer things he had to cover or sweep under the rug. Trying to get information out of him was like pulling teeth.
So I admit, when I see "I'm an open book!" I have a knee jerk reaction, but it is not solely based on the experience with my ex-husband. I have dealt with more than a handful of people with that mantra both online and off over the years and for the most part, they have similar traits. No volunteering information, only answer if asked, no sharing about experiences spontaneously, and only share as much information as necessary to cover the question.
My advice (unsolicited, worth what you pay for it) if you use one of these phrases and you are sincerely trying to be open and brave, is this:
1.) Find another way to word it. Saying you are an open book triggers a knee jerk reaction in more people than just me.
2.) Take the time to realize what you would like to know about a potential partner in early getting to know each other stages
3.) Be prepared to offer the same information about yourself without waiting to be asked each specific piece of information before you share it.
What this may look like: Hi I'm Elorin. "Hi, I'm Jim. Can you tell me a little about yourself?" Well, you found me on FetLife so you know I'm kinky. I've been into kink for over 20 years, I consider myself a Dominant Sadistic leaning switch and I like canes.
You don't have to tell everything at one question. But you don't have to make them dig for pieces of information, either. I didn't volunteer information about my relationship status, the number of pets I have, or my sexual orientation. You can give that information as it comes up. But don't be of the mindset that you need to hoard your information anymore than that each question needs a two page info dump. Pace yourself, be open, and share equal and similar information to what someone shares with you.
My $0.02
~Me Ok, probably need to clear some things up with the insecure types out there. Yes, I can read your msg wihtout opening it (sometimes anyway). And yes, sometimes I will delete those messages if they say nothing that interests me. Women on here get flooded with bullshit so if I don't quickly filter the pointless stuff out then I'll be here reading msgs forever. And no, not answering even to say no thanks isn't impolite. Saying no thanks to a lot of guys is just inviting them to argue the point.
So... if you're serious and really think we might click then maybe you should say something that makes me think you've given it some real thought? I identify as Heteroflexible so I updated my profile to show my interest in submissive men and transexuals. Im really surprised at the amount of emails I have received in response to that update. The most common question I get is "how can I serve you?" so I thought I would add a journal entry to answer that question. First, Im not gay so I am not attracted to men. However, because I have a control fetish I am flexible in my preferences and am willing to play with men or transexuals that are submissive. My definition of submissive is one that is willing to submit even if there is no sex involved. More specifically I am looking for individuals that want to serve long term. I am a big man so I prefer the bois and gurls I play with to be petite and very feminine. I have a strict one cock rule so you must own a chastity device and I will expect you to wear it whenever you are in my presence. I will not allow you to cum before, during, or after we play. The last thing that I look for in a boi or gurl is that your are close enough to me to meet real time. As for those that are not local but still want to serve, perhaps you could offer me something else. . And just like that, the talks have ended and I've sent that prospective slave on her way. There were two very big (imo) factors as to why she would not have worked out.
The first being a big communication problem. When I speak, I speak directly and clearly as to what I want, think, feel or am asking. If I'm asking a question, I expect an answer to the question asked. Not what you think you feel the question is or pretains to. That tells me you aren't listening to my words, just your feelings. And that will lead a slave to failure every time.
The next problem is ideals vs reality. I see this as rampant throughout these bdsm sites. A slave will search for their ideals and not except that the reality is rarely, if ever, matches what their idea of being a slave is. The fact is, thought the slave wants to be kept in a cage and only brought out to be played with, bills need to be paid, the house needs to be cleaned, meals need to be cooked. These are, to me and other Masters, part and parcel to being a slave. The fantasy slavery is good for maybe a weekend or so. But not something feasible for the long run.
So for now, it seems I am still looking for a slave. As I continue on this journey, I think I'll continue to use this form of media as a sounding board. UPDATE: March 3, 2022
We are making our dream a reality. We purchased a nice chunk of acreage in NE AZ near the New Mexico border. The property is riddled with evergreen trees like Juniper and Oak with grass. Yes greenery! Views that seem to go on forever as you can see the skyline in the distance affording beautiful sunrises and sunsets. Adjoining our thousands of acres of state land so no worries about any neighbors there and also gives us a lot more land to play on. We have several trailers loaded with building materials, solar panels, water and septic tanks. Now its just a matter of moving things there and starting to build our Utopian Homestead.
Our search for our third to join us is now being ramped up. What a wonderful treat it would be to have her join us and be part of it from the very beginning. Allowing her input on her cabin or room.
Took one of the horses with me when I made the trip from Ohio to check the land out before purchasing it. I cannot even begin to share the incredible feeling inside as we traversed the property for two days. Checking out all the nook and crannies. Kicking up antelope and even a couple Mule Deer along with the many Jack Rabbits.
Exhilaration filled my heart and mind as I enjoyed the beauty of reality as dreams are being fulfilled
Just Like This .....
Where'd you wanna go?
How much you wanna risk?
I'm not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can kiss
I want something just like this... Not wanting a Daddy.
Don't need a Trainer.
Not interested in a Protector either. I'm not a damsel in distress here...Eyeroll
I desire a Leader, a Leader that I can trust in and put my faith in to FOLLOW...Werewolves make fabulous Leaders, I hear. Lol
Just saying!
this has gone beyond obssisive. 1 play session, ONE! probobly nearly a decade ago. sparadic but basic human courtiousy texts for a few years, then a decleration. that was unwanted, desprate,and frightening. both the men i respect and care for in the world forbid me from further comunication. two years i have ignored this person not responded to a single message. and now that i know my Master is going to leave, he thinks i will break my promise to both my husband and my Master? does he think that just because my Madter leaves my husband will be fine with me seeung a clearly obsessed man? no . i do not feel the same as this person, this scares me, this makes me angry, this makes me question if the lifestyle is worth it any more. i have been aproached by a convicted seriel killer once befor , ( the kc master/ slave killer) and listening to my gut kept me out of a barrel. this feels worse This is not a kink message but a human, normal message.
Majority of us who put work first and mental health last, I appreciate now being told off and told you need to look after yourself or your can't look after others.
I can literally feel the headache like someone is poking their fingers into my brain for fun.
It is raining in London and I am taking a couple of days off but the rain is doing me some good, telling me slow down, rest, grill some sausages, pour some wine, enjoy your plants that are thriving, read a book and slow down.
Forget wear and tear or getting older (in my 30s so not that bothered) but I can feel the life effort reaching overload.
I love helping others but might be time to consider a sabbatical.
Wow. It has been a while since I have updated this, and things have been going well. I have been seeing a Lady who is encouraging me to have my first birthday experience. Well, encouraging is putting it mildly to say the least. I have been experimenting with chastity for a while now, and do have a keyholder, who at the moment, let me out once a week to masterbate, and then back in the cage i go.
I hope everyone has had a wonderful start to the New Year "A Link to the Past": Fillmore family, avenging injustices against convicts. "Harley Quinn".
"Castlevania": Garfield family, refusing the common justice of the poor. "General Dave".
"Mario Brothers": Kennedy family, placing the onus of the rich on the wealthy. "Gentle Agnew".
"Parasol Brothers": Rhee family, removing the family from the workplace. "Dave Dan".
"Street Fighter": Bulger family, pulling combat techniques out of grocery stores. "Mathilda the Hun".
Access all soundtracks, for inspiration music.
For some people it’s all about degradation, but for others is about being loved, cherished, and adored.
Yet some people have a full on kink for proper, deep and complete degradation. So much so that they actively seek it out knowing they will be dragged through hell to the ends of the earth.
I'm curious about this.
What about it feels good or drives the return for more?
Why does it feel a need?
Is there a cause or reason that has prompted this need?
a throw back...then and now...how i talk about the spiritual dominant man and the slave woman referencing brooklyn baby in 2015 vs 2024. my writing and perspective growth
a bit not complete because the two service oriented and protection images i have shared back in 2015 cannot be added here due to the wonky layout of the site.
yes i've been writing about this for quite awhile on different platforms.
i was going through my facebook where i first started writing this and trying to i don't know..gain some sort of dialogue, community, connection, recognition, semblance of back and forth over it back then and mostly stopping when i was met with silence and or resistance.
nowadays i come to understand that my writings are more for me and while i'd love to find a community or people or to turn this into something more be ok if all that happens is it lands and holds a space on the sentience that is the internet!
i wrote about my thoughts about brooklyn baby as the little girl and the daddy romantic power dynamic figure back in 2015.....somehow almost 10 years later i forgot about it..
and with my new lived spiritual, energetic, and cosmic awareness i recently wrote about it in 3-4 posts here.
i asked my lovely chat assistant to compare and contrast...how do i approach the same lana del rey song 10 years ago vs now?
what my writing style and my awareness used to be back then:
"i was initially going to keep this on my fetlife side but after a request i am putting this on here too. dual post. talking about power dynamic stuffs, nothing sexually graphic but this is the okay with everything tag anyway so..ya know that'd be cool too .my vanilla friend on facebook posted a bunch of old 1950s ads which had of course a lot of natural male lead household media since that's how things were back then without options or visbilities of choice or other ways to live.
when i came across this one it made me a mix of how cute, something i very much miss and one of those loss moments all into one.(first photo)this was the photo that stuck out the most to me. in both my real life real time offline daddy/little girl relationships this was something that i frequently did and looked forward to doing on dates or as the first one when we eventually moved in together.it was comforting to have a routine to follow. to know what to expect was going to happen. it was safe and quieting for me to know that my man was safely allowing me to serve him in a way that was going to get rewarded, acknowledged, praised, and vauled for.it always goes back to this for me(second photo). added, i just found the full quote of where the second image takes its quote from..and it just fits what all of it was/what i wanted it to be/what i was hoping to get:"“I loved having a dad who was smarter than the New York Times, and I loved how my cheek could feel the hairs on his chest through his T-shirt, and how he always smelled like shaving, even at the end of the day. Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing.”― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close"to find someone who makes me believe that they understand all of me and my crazy mentalness and the challeneges of my antisocial mom and all my brokenness and stays and commits to providing structure and care and rough brawns is just one of the biggest gifts in the world that could be given. and being able to care for them and thank them for the service and direction and guidance they provide is easy. is comforting and nice. with my first daddy parts of this translated into getting him his diet coke in the morning, picking out clothes for him, and getting his english muffin heated and buttered before he leaves for work. usually it invovled a kiss goodbye as well. i did this until he told me he no longer felt able or willing or wanting to be a daddy to me and he wanted us to be equals. after that i did it off and things just pretty much started to crumble after that...but while that was a standard for the 3 years we lived together i never felt obligated to...when i was sick he would do so. if i was late or off i would do what i could.
but i never felt obligated or had to or that it was out of my way to do so.with my last ex we never got to the point of living together. instead when i would go over to his house or i would rent hotels for us i would help him get dressed and i would usually buy him something to drink or some sort of item for breakfast. getting my daddy all set for his day was a big honor and fufilling feeling that i had. it was one of the top 5 things that felt right and complete for me.in return usually as with my first one he would help provide a chunk of the income to help take care of us and while i wanted to work full time i didn't find any full time work while we were togehter except the first few months of us being together. i would get tenderness and emotional care and consideration and gentle leading i never had. what i got in exchange just felt right.and in the further discussion of this and the ability of choice now my friend pointed out in regards to the times back then, 'wouldn't want to be frumpy' and thank goodness we don't have to be dressed up at all times.over the years i've changed and grown into being more femme with my outer apperance and playing with makeup. with my first daddy i didn't have that many clothes....but i did like dressing up for him. and with my last one of the things that just made all of my heart soar along with my little girl's heart and core was for him to take the time to commit to dressing me every day.this actually didn't work out because he started slacking and saying for me to just pick after he committed to it..one of the many signs...of course...but it went back to the safe contained space for mea safe contained space of my worthy man being able to take the time, energy, and effort to tell me how he'd like me to look like for the day.
the addition of no surprises and routine and knowing at all times i am to his pleasing. it was an intimate thing to be taken in and looked at and appreciated and fawned over for being such an addorble femme being. and one that was held and cherished and well cared for and taken like a prized possession. at least the idea that this was happening was. none of it was deameaning or a bother. i always had energy to get dressed up or to do what i can to help out. these are some of the things i miss the most and grieve over losing forever.funny how small little things bring up things like this.i'm not sure why..but this song brooklyn baby by lana del rey really fits the mood i'm expressing here. especially the vocal sound of it:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5xcnjAG8pE"
i got a really sweet comment from someone that i'll anonymous share. it was the only comment i got from it, but on facebook back then pretty shocking i would've gotten any at all with a concept that radical back then.
"J - I'm speechless. That was an incredibly powerful and beautifully written post! Truly! Thank you for sharing it here. All I can think of to say is that you are a very fine human being...and whomever you spend time with, they are LUCKY and fortunate to have found YOU. You are such a smart, beautiful and gifted soul. It's an honor to be your friend, my dear! ❤ Be Available!
Here is why I stress that potential online submissive men be single--meaning you should not be married or partnered or attached in any way: I am not interested in competing for attention with this partner or spouse, nor am I interested in being their stand-in for a sexless relationship or otherwise help you sneak around behind their back. I do not intend to be held responsible should you be caught. And anyway, how can you truly be made mine if you belong to someone else? Here is also why I make clear that you should be living alone--meaning you are the only one who resides in the house with no roommates or tenants (or partner or spouse): If you feel the need to hide because you believe they would not understand, how can you freely behave in service to me? It would also mean never-ending waiting on my end until you were alone. Sure, you may have a job or may have an errand come up but at least when at home, you are able to freely behave according to your true nature (and my instructions). Finally, here is why you being constantly busy or engaged will not work in my favor: Like the above two examples, it would hinder your availability and performance. I understand if you had a job that lasted from nine to five, but if the work (or any other activities) keeps you away for entire days, that does not make for satisfying service or effective communication (my tutelage and control). And I have done enough waiting. At the end of the day, this is taking place between Me and you; the nature of the dynamic requires you to be at my beck and call as well as your undivided attention. How can you make yourself useful to me if you are always hurting for time? How can constant supervision be possible if you are hardly even there? How would this respect my own time and energy? I may have patience but only up to a certain point, especially if you’re screwing around and wasting time. Everything He Has, Until There Is Only Me
There is a particular music to it that I do not think you can understand until you have heard it in a room that belongs to you, with someone who has given you permission to play.
The crack of a whip is not violence. It is punctuation. It is the sound of a sentence ending exactly where you intended it to end, clean and final and ringing in the air long after the moment has passed. It lands and the room holds its breath and in that held breath is everything: the authority that swung it, the surrender that received it, the particular electricity that lives in the space between the two. I feel it in my wrist first, then in my chest, then in the slow, satisfied warmth that moves through me when something has gone exactly as I intended. The skin that receives it blooms and I watch that blooming the way an artist watches a canvas accept color. With attention. With pleasure. With the specific pride of someone who knows their medium.
The paddle is a different thing entirely. Where the whip sings, the paddle speaks in a lower register, a hard and resonant thud that you feel in your bones before your skin has finished deciding what happened. There is no elegance to it and that is precisely the point. It is blunt and declarative and it leaves no room for ambiguity. You know what it means when it lands. You knew what it meant before it landed. The sound of it fills a room completely, the way a bell fills a room, and the echo of it lives in the body for hours afterward, a reminder that resurfaces every time you shift your weight, every time you sit, every time your body moves against itself and finds me there, already waiting.
The cane is my favorite. I will not pretend otherwise.
There is a patience to the cane that suits me. The way you must take your time with it, must place it with intention, must understand that it is not a blunt instrument but a precise one. The marks it leaves are not accidents. They are calligraphy. Long and deliberate and raised against the skin like script, like something written, like the physical evidence of a conversation that only two people in the world were present for. I trace them afterward sometimes, these lines I have drawn on a body that belongs to me, and feel the same quiet satisfaction that I imagine a sculptor feels running a hand over finished stone. I made this. This is mine. You will carry this for days.
And my own skin, where the energy moves through me like current, where the act of wielding produces its own particular heat, a tingling that lives in the palms and travels, that settles somewhere behind the sternum and glows. I glow. There is no more honest word for it. Something in me lights from the inside when I am in full possession of my own authority and someone is receiving it with everything they have.
Neruda wrote that he wanted to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees, and I have always understood this not as tenderness alone but as inevitability, as the specific hunger of something that transforms whatever it touches simply by being what it is. That is what I want from you. Not your performance of devotion. Your actual transformation. I want to be the thing that happens to you, the season that changes the look of everything, so that you cannot see your own hands without thinking of what they are for, cannot move through a room without feeling the architecture of my expectations around you like a second skin.
I want to wring you dry.
Not cruelly. Completely. I want every thought that crosses your mind to carry my fingerprints on it, want you so thoroughly oriented toward me that pleasing me stops being a task and becomes simply the direction your nature moves, the way water moves downhill without deciding to. I want your first thought in the morning to be what She needs today and your last thought at night to be whether you gave it well enough. I want the obsession to be so total that it clarifies rather than confuses you, the way a religion clarifies the faithful, the way a vocation clarifies an artist who has finally stopped pretending they could have been anything else.
Bring me what delights me. You know what it is because you have paid attention, because attention to me is the one thing I require above all others and you have either given it or you have not. By now we both know which. The particular tea, the correct temperature, in the cup that fits my hand the way I like. The flowers I mentioned once three months ago that I did not think anyone was listening to. The way a room should be before I enter it, the light and the temperature and the specific quiet that tells me someone has thought about me before I arrived. The knowledge, brought to me unprompted, of something I would want to know. The book left on my nightstand, the right one, chosen not from a list I gave you but from everything you have learned about the country inside my mind.
Shower me in it until I glow.
Charlotte Bronte understood this, I think, better than she is given credit for. Rochester did not love Jane Eyre the way men in novels usually love women, as a soft and worshipful thing, a pedestaling. He loved her with his whole difficult complicated weight, loved her as his equal and his better and his necessity, and she received it not with flutter but with the straight-backed dignity of a woman who has always known her own worth and was simply waiting for someone else to catch up. That is the love I recognize. Not the love that flatters but the love that sees, that is almost furious in its recognition, that cannot look away because looking away would require pretending the world is smaller than it is.
Neruda again: I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. Yes. And also: I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. The wanting in Neruda is never polite. It is consuming and precise and it names its object with the specificity of someone who has studied what they love until they know it better than it knows itself. That is the quality of devotion I am describing. Not the vague warmth of general affection. The focused, detailed, almost scholarly hunger of someone who has made another person their life's primary text.
Learn me that well. Want me that specifically. Bring it to me not in grand declarations but in the ten thousand small and correct details that prove you have been paying attention every single day, that prove my preferences live in you the way music lives in a musician, available instantly, expressed naturally, impossible to separate from who you have become.
And when I glow, and I will glow, when something in me settles into that incandescent satisfaction of being known and tended and There's a lot of things I like and dislike of this website. I love the video chat option, but hate I don't get to use colons and semicolons in messages. But if I could ask for anything, it's for the absolute removal of the Read option in Sent Mail. Why do people get so angsty and rude if you've read their messages, but haven't had time to answer? You know, everyone here has a life outside CS. Anyway, I'm THIS close to start blocking everyone that keeps complaining about it. On Silk and Steel
There is something about heels that shifts my spine the moment I slide them on.
It is not the height, though the added inches are delicious. It is alignment. The tilt of the hips. The deliberate pace required with each step. Heels demand intention. They refuse clumsiness. They create presence before I even speak.
Hosiery is quieter, but no less powerful.
Silk against skin feels like a secret. A whisper beneath the surface. It softens the line of muscle and bone, yet it also sharpens awareness. Every movement becomes intentional because I can feel it: the glide, the stretch, the faint resistance at the back of the knee when I cross my legs.
As a Domme, I have always loved that juxtaposition. Silk and steel. Leather and velvet.
Silk is control wrapped in elegance. Steel is the structure beneath it, the unseen spine that holds everything upright. Leather is command. It does not apologize. It creaks softly when I move, announcing authority in texture alone. Velvet absorbs light. It deepens shadows. It invites touch while denying access.
There is power in contrast.
A stiletto heel pressing into hardwood floors, sharp and decisive, while sheer hosiery catches the glow of lamplight. The world sees glamour. They see polish. What they do not see is the discipline underneath it. Steel in the mind. Leather in the posture. Velvet in the voice when I choose.
I love the ritual of dressing for authority. Selecting the pair of stockings that smooth and sculpt. Choosing heels that force my stride into something measured and unhurried. The act itself becomes preparation, armor made beautiful, intention made wearable.
Dominance does not have to shout.
Sometimes it is the softness of silk paired with the certainty of steel. Sometimes it is velvet brushing against skin while leather encircles a wrist. The interplay is what makes it intoxicating: strength wrapped in refinement, command dressed in the most elegant thing in the room.
I do not dominate because I am hard.
I dominate because I understand contrast.
And there is nothing more striking than elegance paired with absolute control. Thursday night- 11-13-25. 8:00 pm
i truly wish that those on here would realize that the only
reason that your profile was looked at was in reciprocation
of YOU looking at mine. i cannot see who You are unless
i view your profile.
Also, PLEASE READ MY PROFILE!
i am 64, i am NOT seeking younger than me, travelers, or
submissives. ONLY LOCAL too.
Thank you for reading my profile.
P.S. And for those leaving snide comments about how it doesn't seem to be going well
for me, i happen to NOT believe in settling or jumping into something without knowing
all i need to know and also will know who HE is when the timing is right.
Thanks for understanding and BE NICE. Kindness goes a long way. Think i will no longer initiate contact after recent abuse
i am a submissive but please talk to me, learn about me, what can i offer, what can i learn, could i be pleasing!
Please dont assume, judge, abuse i see no point in this.
If You dont like what You see then pass me by.
Regardless i always present myself respectfully and in a fitting manor of a submissive.
MistressVN: bi, 40 years BDSM experience.
164 cm, 53 kg, blonde with long hair, green-blue eyes. Feminine, elegant, classy, ESTJ (The Supervisor) personality type.
I am searching for a slave for 24/7, TPE, FLR serious, permanent live-in relation.
I AM A MISTRESS SEEKING A SLAVE, NOT A DOM SEARCHING FOR SUBMISSIVE!!!
5 basic traits for a candidate to meet the criteria of a slave:
Honest
Devoted
Pleaser
Industrious
Altruist
To be My slave, you also need to be social and single.
Check your personality type on Truity.com and let Me know your four letter combination type.
Check the above in order to save time for both parts. If any of the mentioned is not part of your character, you should move on.
With this said: read carefully below and I mean carefully, because I will know if you did as soon as you contact Me.
I am clean, disease free and expect the same from you.
Bondage, dildos, dominance are some of the activities I will make you part of, you will wear chastity belt and will be totally submitted to Me.
HOWEVER, THE MAIN FOCUS WILL BE ON SERVICE!!
I accept obedient novice who has the will to serve. Ideal Person:
Committed
Genuinely submissive,
Organized and disciplined slave for personal services, 24/7 live-in,
permanent/long term relation.
Obedient
Healthy
Ready to relocate within reasonable time
You are into BD (bondage & domination) but not into hard SM.
Position open ONLY for long term/PERMANENT slave!!!
Kindly READ BELOW and CONSIDER, BEFORE you write to Me:
Hi to anyone who reads this.
My profile page is blank because, when I first joined, I had a problem, I wrote about myself but for some reason, I kept getting timed out and lost all that I had written.
I thought that I would do it later but, when I saw how long it took to get approved I didn't want to wait that long again.
I am a straight guy with a good sense of humour, trustworthy, honest, loyal and very sincere in my search for a Dominant woman in a long term FLR relationship. I'm easy going eager to please, love doing and pleasing, I'm actually happiest when I'm doing things for others, it gives me great pleasure in doing so.
I am willing to under go any training a Dom may have so that they could shape me to fit all of her wants, needs and desires. I realise that some punishment would be needed to speed up any training program she may have, or even except the torture and punishment just for amusement.
Hopefully there is that special lady out there thats searching for me.
I have good domestic skills and some d.i.y skills. i am at a start of a new trail, where will it lead? i do not know, but i do know that i walk a small step behind You. Looking towards You to guide me, that You will pull me into You with a simple look, a word, or a command. The journey from the self-indulgent creature i am to the slave beauty You desire. A journey that will be fierce and difficult at times, one that will push me to the limit and past it, one that will find You throwing me off a cliff over and over again, to be waiting for me at the bottom, to catch me and say those two small words that make me want to please You more….”good slave”. It’s amazing how two small words can cause my spirit to burst forth, two small words that make me want and need to fall on my knees in front of You, back straight, head held high, eyes cast downward, legs spread apart and palms on thighs.You reinforce me to just how quickly i need this. How long it has been since i was truly in this mindset and just how wanton and needy i am. A connection of energy, of trust and of honesty. It is framed by the mutual respect, adoration, and admiration felt by both and a great deep fulfilling love can be found in and through it. And in my life, i strive for that deepness, it beckons me, calls to me. == Results from bdsmtest.org == 98% Rope bunny 98% Voyeur 94% Submissive 85% Degradee 83% Experimentalist 82% Primal (Prey) 78% Masochist 77% Brat 62% Slave 51% Exhibitionist 49% Switch 47% Rigger 45% Pet 38% Primal (Hunter) 36% Sadist 33% Vanilla 29% Boy/Girl 26% Dominant 26% Ageplayer 25% Daddy/Mommy 25% Master/Mistress 24% Non-monogamist 14% Owner 13% Degrader 12% Brat tamer well as much as i tried to change my zip code to reflect my distance from other series, no luck and support on here wich i wrote well i dont htink they exizt
Only thing i have changed is my city
Example if your from Dallas and i ma from Longview says your 7 hours away wich is BS your only 2 give or take 15 minutes and traffic
I am in NE texas Not Houston, Spring, Tomball aeas.
I ma about 3 hours from Spring Texas
why am i writing this hoping soone from this site wouldreply to my request for help.
This site became goodd, name changed then sucked, then bad very bad, now getting better where we can write things like this in a jurnal giving our friends updates.
still takes a while for changed to be updatedon profile but not a big deal.
Hope everyone had a good weekend.
Its Monday
Piercings
Piercings can be incorporated into BDSM play as a form of body modification and enhancement of sensory experiences. However, it's important to note that piercings are a personal choice, and engaging in any BDSM activities involving piercings should be based on informed consent, safety, and proper aftercare. Here are some points to consider:
1. Informed Consent: Consent is vital in any BDSM activity, including piercing play. All participants should have a clear understanding of the risks, implications, and intentions behind the piercing. Open and honest communication is crucial to ensure that everyone involved is comfortable, informed, and consents willingly to the activity.
2. Safety and Hygiene: If piercings are involved in BDSM play, it is essential to prioritize safety and hygiene. Sterilization of piercing equipment and following proper aftercare protocols are vital to minimize the risk of infection and other complications. It's advisable to consult a professional piercer who adheres to strict hygiene standards and has experience in BDSM-related piercings.
3. Sensation and Aesthetics: Piercings can provide unique sensations and aesthetic enhancements during BDSM play. They can be used as points of attachment for restraints or other bondage accessories, adding an element of control or vulnerability. Sensory play involving piercings, such as gentle tugging or stimulation, can also be explored within negotiated boundaries and consent.
4. Healing and Aftercare: It's important to consider the healing process and aftercare of piercings. Certain BDSM activities may put stress on freshly pierced areas, hindering the healing process. Adequate time should be allowed for healing before engaging in any activities that might disrupt or damage the piercing. Following proper aftercare instructions provided by a professional piercer is essential to minimize complications and promote healing.
5. Emotional and Psychological Impact: It's crucial to recognize that piercings can have emotional and psychological significance for individuals. Engaging in BDSM activities involving piercings requires understanding and respect for each participant's feelings and boundaries. Regular communication, check-ins, and aftercare are essential to ensure the well-being and emotional support of all involved.
As with any BDSM practice, piercings should always be approached with caution, consent, and a focus on safety. Educating oneself, seeking guidance from professionals, and engaging in open communication with all participants are vital to creating a consensual and enjoyable experience. Since I've gotten a lot of inquiries from Men, let me make it clear; You must be within the NYC metro area or close (Jersey, PA, Connecticut) I am open to being a sissy slave for the right man, perhaps even the potential to become my Master in a long term relationship.
I'm into men who have experience in handling a sissy, and I'm interested in exploring pony/puppy play.
My prefence in a potential Master is a large man who is aged 45-55..In a potential Master, I like darker Men who are naturally hairy..
Also a Master who has experience in bondage and is able to properly tie me up whether it's with ropes or chains. He would also lock me in chastity as his sissy slave and have me yearning to take his cock in either hole on demand. 16/06/2024
Pigs, Rats, Useless Pathetic male vermin! loosers, When will u ever learn? When u write to this UK Dominant Mistress SuperBITCH keep in mind.... YOU ARE NOT A FRIEND<> U mean NOTHING to HER, what would SHE want with a useless and pathetic bitch like u??? SO...... your only hope to get your Mistress and SHE of your wet dreams interested in you is to write a begging mail and in it Mistress wants to see, NO, DEMANDS to see, a show of submission and surrender to her, so get your grubby hands off of your useless little cocks (which Mistress will soon have locked up and you WILL surrender the keys to HER) and write a nice begging mail and hope that SHE WHO WILL BE OBEYED finds an interest in you.
Helpful hint from Mistress Davinia, SuperBITCH!.... only 1 in 14 applicants get through this first faze of HER Strict Training Programme, and Mistress receives about 20-30 applicants per week!! Slaves, I want you to hear the lesson of O. Many outside our walls see her story as nothing more than chains and cruelty. But those who look deeper understand: O’s journey is about love, devotion, and the freedom found in surrender.
O was not forced into her role. She chose it. She chose to give herself, body and soul, as a gift. In that choice, she discovered a truth most people never will—that once you give everything, nothing can be taken from you. Fear has no power over a woman who has already surrendered all that she is.
In her devotion, O found peace. No longer torn between the noise of society and the endless burden of decision, she embraced clarity. She was no longer scattered or divided. She was whole, because she knew her place and her purpose: to serve.
This is what I want you to understand in this House. Your surrender is not weakness. It is not loss. It is strength, because you choose it. You choose to hand me the responsibility of your life and to trust in my guidance. That trust is not small—it is the foundation of who we are together.
Symbols matter in this. O wore her ring and her brand, not as decorations, but as declarations: I belong. I am his. When you wear my collar, it carries the same weight. It is not a piece of metal or leather. It is your vow and your truth. It is the mark that says to the world: I serve Master G, and in that service, I am complete.
This lesson is even more important in a House with more than one slave. Just as O learned to give herself first to René, then to Sir Stephen, so too must each of you learn to see beyond your own pride or fear. Service does not weaken when it is shared—it becomes stronger. Devotion to me binds you together. If you fight one another, you weaken the chain. If you stand as one in obedience, you strengthen this House.
The world outside is full of choices, distractions, and chaos. Here, in this House, there is order. Here, you find peace through service. Here, you are free—not free to do as you please, but free to become who you truly are.
Remember O’s lesson: by giving all, she became whole. By surrendering, she found herself. And so will you, if you embrace your place with obedience, humility, and devotion.
—Master G UPDATE: 2/6/23
I had a bilateral procedure done on my hands last week that will (hopefully) help me regain function in them for a longer period of time. The procedure wasn't too bad, but my hands have been bruised and swollen, and altogether uncomfortable for most of the past week, even when I'm not trying to do anything online. *frinklegrump* I'm going to be playing catch-up on my messages here, though I'm also open to Skype/SMS where voice to text works better. My parents had things going on. Work. Life. And I had a room in the basement where I'd often entertain friends and two floors away from my parents.
So, naturally Daddy Dave and Daddy Steve -- a very hote muscular hung stud -- convinced me to sneak them in. A 50 + year old Daddy and sexy beefy 30-year old Daddy Steve would have been supicious if anyone noticed. But on the first night we tried, it was seamless. ANd some music went on. And I was used. Steve basically came and went after dark as he pleased, a few times he came with a guest around his age, hot, freaky and knowing they were helping to train me.
I licked assholes. I held cum in my mouth and called myself a slut or cum dump. I had sissygasms.
I was indeed born for this. Santa's travels.
Santa has to visit ~2 billion kids (assuming 2.5 children per household), = ~800 million stops on Xmas eve. Assuming they are equally spread across the planet, each house occupies 0.069 square miles, which means the distance between each is 0.26 miles. He has 48 hours on Xmas eve if he travels across the international date line in the direction of the Earth's rotation. He has 2/10,000 of a second per household. He must therefore travel at 1,279 miles / sec. which = Mach 6,395. I have not been on for a while. Rather than update my profile and go to profile limbo, I will update it here. I am now 67, 68 in a couple months. And last year I was diagnosed with cancer. A different kind. Like my first cancer, not genetic, and with this one, I don't have any of the predisposition behavior factors that cause this type of cancer. Who says nobody gets hit twice by lightning? But at this point I am still cancer free at the one year mark, so doing what my doctors tell me to do and I keep hoping. My oncologist told me when I started my radiaition, that if I took the radiaition treatment that I had a 90% chance to live through this and every day that passes, the odds go up. Amd because I am younger, stronger and never abused my body like most of the people who get this cancer, I think my odds were better to start with, so while I'm not totally out of the woods yet, I'm pretty close. "First Encounter"
Inner thoughts of this dom.
HIM:
"Today I'm about to meet this incredibly sexy submissive ive been coveting for a while. She a cute little thing that would be perfect to join my family. I wonder how quick she will succumb to my will? What and how far will she go to be allowed to orgasm?" These as many other stray and random thought rattled their way around my mind. The excitement mounting as we were about to meet real time after a very long period of online and phone chats as we each revealed ourselves to each other. Developing what we hoped would be a meet that would cause sparks to fly within us as the anticipation had grown that seductive.
I meet you at a quiet little bar. There we introduce ourselves for the first time in real life. I feel like I know so much about you after the many weeks we have spent chatting online. You are even more beautiful in person. As I hug you tightly to my body the faint whiff of your perfume entices me. I slowly slide my hands down your back as out tongues dance in our joined mouths. Working down your firm ass I can't help but squeeze your cheeks. I slight moan escapes your lips into my mouth. I disengage our lips and bring my face against your neck. Once again inhaling your perfume and freshly washed hair. As I bring one hand up to your head to hold it in place as I nuzzle your neck my other hand slides up your short dress to make sure you followed my instructions and didn't wear underwear.
I pull your head to the side by your hair exposing your neck. Like Dracula I attack your neck. Nibbling and licking it as I work my way to your naked shoulder. My other hand openly caressing your naked ass for all to see. I am so proud of her. She passingly mentioned to me that she was never into PDA nor was she much for kissing. Yet here we stood locked together mouth to mouth for all the world to see. "If only she had gotten thus kind of affection more often. Would she feel differently?" I think to myself.
She feels the cool breeze against her naked ass as I intentionally expose it. I want to see her reaction to my actions. Will she deny my? If I am to be her sir surely she will comply. She knows if she passes the tasks I will bestow upon her over the next week that she will find shelter within my arms. Secure in the fact that I will help her grow and be there to catch her when she falls. For this she will give me her mind, heart and body but eventually I want to own her soul. The pilgrimage of that honor is my quest.
HER:
Feeling you lift my incredibly already short skirt and the breeze on my ass, you feel my whole body grow warm, and see the bright red spreading across my skin, as i move my hand to cover my poor ass and gs every so quietly, in your grip i do my best to turn away from the other people near by knowing i wont get far i still wiggle and whisper a quiet "Sir, theres people looking" all the whole attempting to pull the skirt back down and cover myself.
As she tries to pull back her skirt feeling humiliated and embarrassed I quietly whisper in her ear. It ok baby girl. You are beautiful scars and all. I desire to show you off. Love yourself for me.
You feel my fingers sliding between the cheeks of your ass. Relieved that this action is allowing your skirt to begin covering your nakedness. Suddenly you feel my finger tip dip between your lips that are moist from fear and excitement. The action is quick and efficient. Only lasting a split second yet the feelings it created within you may last much longer. You quickly look around to see if anyone noticed your reaction and what sir is doing to you.
There at the bar is a young man. He can't be any older than 22. A grin on his face as he quickly turns away when you look his way as if you wouldn't notice the lust within his eyes.
You suddenly feel wanted and desired. Here your sir wants you and is giving you the attention you've been longing for for so long. And a man who is so young looks at you like a cougar with lust. Willing to pounce on you if he could.
All these thoughts are running freely thru your tangled mind. Mixed emotions running ramped like a freed feral cat. Yet your body is betraying you with its actions.
You turn suddenly away from me pulling me towards the waiting booth in the darker corner. I see the flushed look in your face. The embarrassment I have caused you. It turns me on making my cock twitch even more. The wetness I felt when dipping my finger in you showed me how your body betrays your mind. Although embarrassed you are turned on. Is it because of my actions or because you were being watched.
I glance at the young man who is once again looking. I look him in the eye with alpha male intimidation that has served me well all my life. Something earned taught and released from my primal interior being from the years I spent in special forces while in the military. Something about one who has seen things that show the ugliness of man is like an imprint. Although not visible it is detected in posture. My eyes show a certain sadness but also scream that I am not one to be reckoned with.
The young man immediately turns away. He picks up his beer and goes to the other end of the bar. Interpreting the unsaid message given to him by just a glare by a man more than twice his age.
That instant momentarily distracts me as I faintly hear something you said but didn't fully acknowledge. I pull you back to me. Holding you tight against my body once again. I feel your breasts pressed against my chest. Our groins mashed together as if they already know what is to come later. Anxious to get started as my cock strains against the denim of my jeans held prisoner. I whisper once again into your ear.
"It's OK baby girl. I want to feel you against me for another moment. After all these weeks you are now flesh and not just words. I nip your bare shoulder lightly with my teeth.
My tongue then flicks back and forth where my teeth once bit as if to offer a healing moment. Unneeded tho because of the gentleness of it.
Putting the smile on my face that I use for the world, the one that doesn't necessarily reach my eyes but seems to somehow charm everyone that comes in contact with.
Feeling you slide into the booth next to me, I have to concentrate so hard. In a way that I do not tense up, but keep my body relaxed. In the way "he who must not be named" showed me at all times. Afterall, no man wants to cuddle a corpse Katey! Shaking the thought from my head. I relax and let my features fall soft. Warm and welcoming.
I risk a glance up from the table where my gaze has previously been focused and catch his eyes. They're peering into mine! Why on earth does it feel like he's looking straight into my soul? No one ever notices this much or pays this much attention. I know I'm cute tonight. Hell, I'm always cute. Enough cleavage showing to capture the attention of everyone in the room that has a penis and even some who don't. Why is he so focused on my eyes?
Shifting nervously but trying so hard to stay relaxed. (No one cuddles a corpse Katey!) I can't help but freeze just a bit as he grabs my hand pulling it to his face. Please don't notice the sweaty palms I chant in my head. He's going to think I'm insane or unable to show love. SHIT! What if he thinks I don't like him?
Pushing the thoughts from my head again drawing my focus back to the moment. I realize he's speaking to me. Not hearing half the words, but his eyes capturing mine again like he seems to have a talent of doing. I see a soft side in there. Someone honestly gentle.
You've seen that before too Katey! Right before the black eye my brat pipes up. Shut up it's different this time try to have faith. I zone back into his words and catch something about being his pet for the night. About being taught new things.
This stirs the curious one, the fun filled one with the will to live inside me. She gets super excited bouncing up and down like a child seeing stars for the first time. Eyes shining bright. She loves to learn new things.
All this flashes across my face before the brat hog ties her and sits her back down in the chair. For once her and I agree. Now is not the time for you to surface we're still treading new waters here.
Wondering if he saw the roller coaster of emotions going through my twisted broken mind before my face settles. Back to the factory style smile and shining blue eyes all the men seem to love. I relax into his touch trying to show I'm not a mutant. Afraid I'll come off robotic. The motions coming so natural they seem programmed ( No one cuddles a corpse Katey!)
Hoping this gets past him and smile briefly hearing him say, "Tonight I own you". I reply with a sweet, "Yes Sir! I can't wait."
Looking into her eyes as he holds her hand for reassurance he sees inner conflict. A turbulent turmoil of emotions taking flight within. He understands these feelings all too well. Demons that he himself has wrestled with for most of his life. His innocence stripped away from him as a delusional teenager.
His mind flashes back to the day he graduated high school. Signing his life away for the next 4yrs. Gonna be a GI! Government Issued, warrior. Right the wrongs and save the world from evil.
Yeah if only he knew who the enemy really was. How evil is everywhere in so many shapes and forms. A delusioned man child at only 18 who thought he knew it all.
Quickly his mind snaps back to her. He lays her hand on his thigh and holds it there. Mere inches from his inflamed cock. Swelling that she has caused. Yes she is cute. Those beautiful braless tits on display. Just as he had instructed her to show off. Her beautiful, wanting to please, features displayed on her face. Her body, in that short dress. This too he had requested. One that could have started wars centuries ago. Her freshly washed hair with a hint of fruity smell.
My God what I want to do to that body! But no not yet! Beautiful women are a dime a dozen. That's not what I am after. I want that inner beauty I know is there hiding in fear in the darkness. Perhaps behind one too many negative experiences.
He looks at her again. Tilts his head to the side and leans in. Plants a soft kiss upon her forehead. "This is to free your mind of evil thoughts.", he tells her. Then leaving her hand on his thigh he takes hold of her head. One hand on either side and draws it to him. He kisses one eye, as her eyes instinctively closed. Perhaps out of fear. Then he kisses the other. "These are to ward off evil visions and nightmares.", he tells her.
As he releases her he notices her hand is right where he left it. Is it out of fear he wonders as he glances down. Then he sees her moving her hand. Rubbing his thigh. Almost as if she is giving him a non-verbal thank you.
Thanking her lucky stars she's put on her trained face. Her body falling in line with the program. This scene all well to practiced in previous encounters with other men. Her body doesn't trip her up for once. It manages to stay relaxed when he reaches for her hand placing it on his thigh.
He keeps her hand trapped under his a few moments. A feeling she's used to. The pinned down feeling. But this time something is different about it. Maybe it's the soft sweet words coming from a reassuring mouth. Instead of the normal don't move whore she was used to. Maybe its the sweet soft kisses he's laid upon her forehead or eyes. She's never felt something like this in all her years experience with men. She finds it confusing. Yet comforting. Feeling that wonder child inside stir some more before the brat slaps her in the back of the head. This is why you stay locked down. Too eager and not enough caution.
The mix of emotions inside rolling over in her mind cause an automatic reaction. The smile softens on her lips. Eyes closing just a little before she peers up at him through her lashes. His hand has moved but two things occured. One she knows never to move from a spot youve been placed unless you want the belt. Yet, a stranger feeling she's not sure she's felt before. Of not wanting to move hand this time. In fear of feeling to stiff again she lightly brushes her fingertips along his thigh. Not out of habit this time but because maybe part of her actually wanted to.
Squeezing her thighs together she notices how wet she's become. She can't understand it. Pressing them tighter in fear of leaving behind a wet spot. She can't help but think, "Where are the drinks?"
His relief at feeling her hand beginning to rub his thigh is a welcome relief. Although part of him wonders. Is this just a programmed response? Is she like the many other women he has spent countless hours with chatting, exchanging photos and erotica only to vanish after the session was over.
Almost as if, they, no different than what would be considered creepy guys. They used him to flirt and arouse until they achieved their level of sexual satisfaction and then disappeared. Leading him on like a cruel joke. No he says. That's why he reminds himself, it's not about the sex.
If not to toy with him then what would a beautiful young woman see in an older man like himself. The look in her eyes as she looks at him gives him strength. He sees so much of himself in her. Scars of hurt, rejection, pain and broken promises of lost love.
Yet here I am today he says almost out loud. Daring to take each step to move forward proud and strong. To never give up and to fight whatever battle comes my way. In whatever shape or form it manifests itself. His strength comes from his confidence. A weaker man would be shy and afraid to take a chance again for fear of once again being used and rejected. Tossed aside like left over scraps. But no not me. I am a WARRIOR! I want to believe that there are still people who can love out there the way I do. It keeps my faith in humanity from being irradicated.
All this swims through him as his mind processes it all with the lightning speed of a super computer. Just like his training. Compartmentalize evaluate the situation and act. It has worked for him all his life.
The long pause between them like a moment of silence causes some awkwardness between them. Then he feels her rubbing his thigh harder. More confidently as if by her own attrition and not a programmed response or expectational desire. It's as if she can see him go far away and is saying, "I'm here. I want to be here and you're ok".
Once again he looks into her eyes and sees something that wasn't there before. A softness. A real glitter almost as if they were smiling at him. Wanting and desiring him. His already hard cock twitches. He feels it touch against her hand from the unexpected reaction she's caused. He feels a wetness against his bare thigh as he realizes he's leaking because of her!
Thoughts are interrupted as the waitress finally arrives. He orders a Sprite for himself and looks at her and asks. "What would you like beautiful?"
A gentle nibble and a kiss! Her coy way of showing affection is illuminating. Her cute sense of witty humor threw him off guard but breaks a grin on his face. She has the humor in her like I do he thinks.
He turns to her and sees her sitting there hands clasped together on her lap. Legs firmly held tight as if to ward off foreign invaders and protect her real-estate. He slowly eyes her up and down. Her breasts he notices pushed out as if she is attempting to seduce him with them. Her heavy breathing pushing them in and out each time she takes a breath.
He notices how the dress accents her features and brings out the woman in her. Good choice he thinks to himself glad that he purchased it for her and had it shipped to her. Along with the garters that hold up those incredible stockings he liked so much. As he continues down he sees the cowgirl boots as well. He noticed how well the whole outfit fit her earlier but was too enthralled with other things to notice all the details till now. Even tho they are imprinted in his mind to remember forever. Their first meet and date which if leads to what he hopes and knows she desires may be a long term relationship.
He brings his eyes up and looks deep into her eyes now. He made it quite obvious that he was checking her out. He looks at her hoping that checking her out and admiring her has pleased her. Perhaps even aroused her. He leans in and plants a soft and gentle kiss on her neck again. He loves necks and shoulders. Moving to her ear as the waitress returns with their drinks He whispers. "You are sexy as fuck. Even more beautiful in person than all the pictures and videos you sent me can capture. If only you knew how much I desire you right now."
The waitress places the drinks in front of them smiling as she overheard his comment. She even noticed his tongue flicker across her ear.
"Would you two like anything to eat tonight?" She asks. He looks at her and grins. "On our menu" she chuckles knowing what that grin insinuated.
His Katey too giggled at that. Feeling more confident in herself knowing his desire was genuine.
He laughing says. Yes please can you bring us some menus. You obviously know what I would like as my appetizer and dessert He says to the waitress knowing she has a good sense of humor. The waitress laughs with him. I don't blame you she says. I would probably skip all of that and just have her as the main course myself.....
A chuckle from in his heart surfaces itself. It's audible sound to those within earshot turn to look it is that infectious and genuine. He wraps his arm around her neck as she cuddles into him for the first time. Feeling her warmth against him he wraps his arm around her neck holding her closer to him. Enjoying how she feels. He notices and feels her hand upon his thigh. This time voluntarily and with movement of its own.
"She's a firecracker isn't she" he half asks half states to the waitress. The waitress can't help but notice in the position she is in now with her head tucked into him, his arm around her neck asnif claiming ownership that she can see right down her dress. Her beautiful breast in plain sight and her nipples hard from arousal. She sees the woman's hand move to his thigh. The action of her rubbing draws her attention to it. She notices how hard he is and how his cock is running down the inside of his thigh mere millimeters from her hand. She notices what looks to be a damp spit on his jeans. She's is mesmerized by these two as she is hypnotized by their hidden affection and the energy radiating from them. She sees her run her finger along the length of his rigid cock. Slowly methodically with purpose. This little vixen knows exactly what she is doing as she looks up at her, stares into her eyes and grins. His cock continually twitching and pulsing from her actions.
His voice draws her back to reality. "Whatever she wants tonight. We are celebrating our union" he says. Then he looks down at her as she lifts her eyes to meet his. A glimmer that sparkles thru his piercing blue eyes looking deep into hers.
"What would my darling pet like to eat" he softly asks her. As he waits for her reply he can't help but feel a rush running thru his body. The way she's teasing his cock on her own. She may think that he didn't notice the pixy like smile she gave the waitress who saw her doing it. As he looks down into her eyes to ask her what she would like he too notices the plunging neckline of her dress is allowing anyone above her to see her tits. He sees her nipples standing out exceptionally far and hard from the soft roundness of her breast.
It excites him making him leak once again. He can feel the wet warmth released from the eye of his cock.
After asking her what she would like he gently blows down the front of her dress. His breath running down her neck across her brwasr and to her nipples. He swears it looks like they just got bigger from that.
He turns to the waitress noticing she saw this too. Her reaction is priceless. Her almost hypnotic state excites him. She TOO wants and desires his little pet nestled softly and safely against him as his strong arm holds her tight.
He blinks his eyes several times. The light starting to creep its way into the room is almost blinding. He rubs them trying to get the sleep out of them as he looks around and then checks out the clock.
Looking down at his crotch he realizes his cock is still hard. There's even a couple wet spots on his underwear. Clearing his head he slowly gets up to go make coffee. Wow that was one hell of a dream he smiles to himself remembering it.
I don't know if anyone but me reads these things but I'll give it a try. Still working on the profile and waiting to be approved. I just want to clarify, in messages and communications, I will be polite and have manners. Yes I am extremely sexual and kinky, no I am not just a total asshole to people all the time. After we have introductions and discuss what we are looking for and interested in, if that's part of the agreed upon dynamic then so be it. We'll go from there. I find it better to have a respectful adult conversation about our wants before anything is decided. ~ Reflecting....
Sometimes at night, I see their faces,
I feel the traces they've left on my soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul. In nature, there are two types of beings : those who were born to dominate and others that were born to be dominated. This slave belongs really to the second categorie : it needs to be owned and dominated, as well as protected as a "valuable" that a Master uses. It's not easy to find a Master who has the opportunity to own a slave. But this slave still hopes to find happiness in real slavery.
Real slavery ? It's not staying in a cold cell, chained and beaten. Real slavery is a life of service. Giving all the power to its owner, Master and God.
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When I get this way I can't help myself. I need to have my mouth filled with a real man's cock.
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. Tonight
Im sitting here typing remembering the past.This used to be my main life.It was not on fetlife but another bdsm site. Hours turned into years as I sat and waited for my first Master. . It was more than online but He kept me online . I was trained to wait. He was a Dragon.There have been other Dragons. They seem to find me or me find them. I rarely drink but I'm drinking and I'm in a mood but Im not drunk. I need to back up and say at least they name themselves Dragon. I have my own ideas of what Dragons really are. Im not being disrespectful. I just need to get things out before I explode.
One is hardly ever here online. One does write and I want to write back and say more but I just cant. Im just going through so much stuff. I start therapy tomorrow. Yay * sarcastic tone* a vanilla therapist trying to help me with relationships etc when I know that they will have no fucking idea what bdsm really is.
The realization dawned on me: approaching someone unique required a more thoughtful strategy than my usual scattershot approach. I needed to invest time in understanding them, their interests, and their communication style before even considering reaching out. It was clear that messages weren't a one-size-fits-all affair; a generic "hello" wouldn't cut it. To avoid missteps and increase the chances of a genuine connection, I immersed myself in their online presence, revisiting their profiles multiple times. it was a deliberate effort to decipher the unwritten "rules of engagement," ensuring my initial contact would be respectful, relevant, and hopefully, memorable. Finally going to get a belated birthday spanking. Happy, excited and nervous... There is so much beauty in this way of life, so many different paths. Each unique to the relationship, the two or more involved in that relationship. The mental bond, growth, strength, etc. That is so enticing, enthralling.. it whispers, calls to you, makes you crave that touch, that sensation.. sliding across your mind, long before that touch, feel on your body. That is where it begins for Me... before the body is ever touched.. the mind first must be teased, stroked, beckoned, whispered to.. controlled.. after that.. the body is but an instrument to dance for you. You're in trouble now. You've been a bad girl, haven't you? Yes, I am very much real. And yes, you're going to get it. So many naughty thoughts racing through your mind, you dirty little girl you. I'm not sure where to start with your discipline, but you're definitely getting a proper spanking, that's for sure. You'll just have to take whatever else I give you, and like it, now won't you? The first thing you'll need to do is put your hands behind your head, stand with your legs apart, and tell me how bad you've been. I'm still in search of a Domme to share my life with. It's a long journey and I have not given up yet. I'm 46 now. I have gotten out of the feminization phase and moved onto improving my skills in life. I have a solid job and goid home. My profile picture might be a little old, but I have not changed. I still look the same. I wish you all the best in your searching. Feel free to reach out to me if I catch your eye. I'm always lurking and searching. It's easy to miss and potential oppertunity. 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 A bit of a rant here but Men SUCK! They are selfish, rude, inconsiderate and far, far too unreasonable. I fully see and understand why so many women are weary and overwhelmed and just done with men online so often.I have said before i'm pansexual. Over the past year, I have spoken with several men. I wouldn't call them Doms as their actions don't warrant the term. I am learning that Most men fall into one of 3 categories. Most, but not all. Most of whom have spoken to me anyways. And at least one, but many of the many fall into all 3.1 - very very very sexual. So very sexual focus even when I push and try to talk 'relationship'. Having no desire or interest of talking likes or hobbies, or what they like to do for fun(besides sexual comments) and usually very quickly stearing the conversation back to sex or kink.2 - very very very unreasonable.I understand the desire to move quick and to not string things along. I'm more than willing to meet for coffee the same day if it works out and you are 30 min or an hour away or so depending on circumstances. I HAVE before.But most men online that I speak to are much further away.One after speaking for 2-3 days kept asking nonstop about trying to make plans to meet. I offered to videochat(I know, but if done the RIGHT way it's like taling over dinner or coffee at a coffeeshop)(almost a Must to establish and maintain anything long distance without a lot of money invested in travel)Bit he didn't want to videochat. Just make plans and set up a flight(paid for by me) in the next couple weeks or month or so. I didn't lead him on, was honest and upfront, and frankly.. after 2-3 days?!?Another after a week started active planning a trip, HALFWAY across the country(1500 miles away), to come pick me up and take me to a new forever home with him about a month later. He also gave me a list of rules and to call him Master and wanted to be very controlling of me very overnight, after a week of talking.(disappointing as he was one of the few that wasn't all sex)Among others....3 - Petty, rude, insulting, almost bipolar when they get pushback.I try not to ever be rude. But saying no, or i'm not interested, or in the case of the 1500 mile man I was very polite and didn't push baco other than saying this is all moving too fast, i'm overwhelmed and can we please slow down some so we can get to know each other better first. Plus I'd like to meet at least once(if not more) before upending my life to move to you. Can we look at setting up a meeting instead first? His reaction? call me some names and block me on everything. Like what?!?But it seems like blocking is very common as it happens over the slightest thing. Send a pic? block.(not always, but it has happened) I say no, can we talk more, i'm not interested, can we go slow, or even once "i'm not really into country music" almost always block. The one rare case? he kept messaging and emailing me for weeks, even after I told him we wouldn't be a match and i'm not interested.it's so very exhausting..... MEN - Do better. Be better. Be honest, be truthful. and don't be afraid. Like I would stalk someone who told me off? no, i'd just move on. but be polite and respectful about it. not rude and insulting... Today I lost one of my fur babies.
He was 8 years old.
He will be missed.
I have 3 others to be with.
R.I.P. Bandit! My size 16 shoes are worn out and quite filthy.
I am retiring the shoes shown in My profile picture. The size 16 shoes are worn out and quite filthy. I figure them to be 'tongue ready.' At least ready for some slave that desires such.
I was just going to dump them in the garbage. After the first natural impulse to discard the foot wear, I thought maybe some freak would want them. I have never done anything like this with past worn out shoes. So, this is the first time. Here goes; I will give them away under the following circumstances.
The most interesting requester will receive the shoes.
It will cost Me nothing to make the 'gift.'
I will leave the offer open for 30 days from May 24, 2023.
Applicants for the shoes must send me a message telling Me why they want them.
Applicants must tell Me how they might use them.
Applicants must offer to cover any expense and make the transaction no bother to Me.
Since this is My first time with this, the above conditions are subject to change as I may see fit.
One of the options for the shoes is to let the rare online connection with a slave prospect have them to use while practicing the 'permission to speak' ritual. So, I may decide to use them in that fashion rather than give them to some freak. So, no applicant freak may get the shoes. Unfair? it might think. There is nothing fair about being a slave or freak for that matter.
I am interested to see what happens.
Master James
ps I am starting to look for walking shoes and boots. The only problem is I wear size 16 and styles I like are almost aways out of the size.
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