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Sometimes it feels a bit awkward 'Cause we don't have much in common People say we're alike They say we've got the same hair We talk about making music But I don't know if it's honest And you can't tell what you're feeling I think I know how you feel girl it's so confusing sometimes to be a girl
"Girl, how do you feel being a girl? (Girl, girl, girl)
Girl, how do you feel being a girl, girl? (Girl, girl)
Man, I don't know, I'm just a girl (girl, girl, girl, girl)
Yeah, I don't know if you like me
Sometimes I think you might hate me
Sometimes I think I might hate you
Maybe you just wanna be me
You always say, "Let's go out"
So we go eat at a restaurant
Sometimes it feels a bit awkward
'Cause we don't have much in common
People say we're alike
They say we've got the same hair
We talk about making music
But I don't know if it's honest
Can't tell if you wanna see me
Falling over and failing
And you can't tell what you're feeling
I think I know how you feel
The industry loves to spin
And when we put this to bed
The internet will go crazy
I'm glad I know how you feel
'Cause I ride for you, Charli (Charli, Charli)"
this one is going to be shorter than usual because charli and lorde said it all.
in the sophia context, carli is me. lorde is me. all the music performers are me. on a bigger screen.
it's not the first time i've said it's not the last.
if you are especially resonating with mjy writing, my profile, my page and you're femme(afab, woman, transgender, third gender, non gender, queer, femme man, metrosexual, whatever the label, the sophia aka divine feminine original soul is fluid...feminity is fluid and therefore the body and gender identity is wild in it's presentation on the spiritual tip) alternative, dark goddess, quirky, subversive, love different, feel different, relationship different, kink oriented, gothy, kawaii y, nerd y, geeky, on the add/austim 'spectrum' label or not, atheist or not, attracted to mermaids, space, aliens, sanrio, all the things....you might be me too.
you might be charli too.
you might be lorde too.
the lyrics say it.....our ages are different, our race is vast, our locations are vast. the way it played out is slightly different.
but there's a deep pattern. this soul is a stubborn bitch raging against the 'music industry' of life..the structure that isn't right isnt' working.....we're given harder deals of life than most. we're touching hard subjaspects of emotions relationships crappy family origins, and rough deals. we're touching a sense of deep loneliness and otherness when other ladies get to fit in and feel accepted at a level we never will...from someone like me who literally navigates 3d alone with a deep rich online community and community of people who love me but have more obligations and stuff that just translates to a more distant but deep resonnance.....to someone who has a husband or wife or partner and kids and family but still has that deep sense of not fitting in.
we feel deeply we love deeply we devour those we love and we have a fierceness in us that is trying to be quelled and normalized and packaged....we can only be eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and scott pligram in portions us.
not just in our head....our livelihoods, our housing, our basic needs at times or maybe not basic..just the words actions of others viscerally tell us....
we can't be us..shape up morph and change or get destroyed.
and were dark goddesses.
we don't cave in like the others and submit.
we know we're up against the powers at control and we still fight back even if we fall fucking hard. but we don't' give in....we don't become torturous violent vicious spirits....we hold our light navigating the tight rope of dark and being fully consumed by the abyss. we keep creating we keep screaming into the void we keep doing like sister lana says, 'our rare jazz collection, our beat poetry' we're so talented at our individual souls gifts in this bigger puzzle 'we can sing most anything' even when the 3d world doesn't properly compensate or secure us for this.
"Girl, it's so confusing sometimes to be a girl
Girl, girl, girl, girl
Girl, it's so confusing sometimes to be a girl
Girl, girl, girl, girl
Girl, how do you feel being a girl?"
i have this higher perspective where my spirituality and deep inner work has cracked a code. in the auras of pictures or the words or just the being i see it.
you're definately separate from me.
but on a deep level i see it.
you're me. even if they don't' see it or recognize it or want to admit it...deep down i know.
you're me too.
"Man, I don't know, I'm just a girl
Girl, girl, girl, girl
Yeah, I don't know if you like me
Sometimes I think you might hate me
Sometimes I think I might hate you
Maybe you just wanna be me
You always say, "Let's go out"
So we go eat at a restaurant
Sometimes it feels a bit awkward
'Cause we don't have much in common
People say we're alike
They say we've got the same hair
We talk about making music
But I don't know if it's honest
Can't tell if you wanna see me
Falling over and failing
And you can't tell what you're feeling
I think I know how you feel"
i navigate being on my own dark goddess/alt girl sophia journey but a deeper level of what i am.
(if anyone is curious and wants a book reference that energetically activates this on a deep level, check out sister kaia ra. trigger warning early on without warning she talks about her betrayal and incursion event of why she had to grow up fast and what most people hear and think is heinous and something you can't recover from....her's is more intense than mine..the control is the family of origin 'hero's journey' but the variable is the degree to which it happened in this experiment on earth. and because she's where she's at she doesn't trigger warning or hide it. she's raw and says it. )
when i see one of us breaking because their michaels hurt their heart and their daddy let them down i break. not because it just happened to me but i feel that collective hurt. when i see the struggles with our whack ass mom or sometimes dad, usually mom i grieve not just because of my own situation. when i see the world take us out of our work or shit on our dreams i feel it so deeply. when i see us struggling with the physical issues of chronic whatever this or that or whatever issue we have because the body takes the toll i hear it. we're navigating a world that as the song says loves to see us not united. focus on the little variables of what makes us different and not support us.
"I was so lost in my head
And scared to be in your pictures
'Cause for the last couple years
I've been at war in my body
I tried to starve myself thinner
And then I gained all the weight back
I was trapped in a hatred
And your life seemed so awesome
I never thought for a second
My voice was in your head
"Girl, you walk like I have been having a discussion in the Dominant Women group on Fetlife about the heavy increase in "transactional kinksters" whose education is from porn. Where it is disrespectful to women yet they are too busy pushing what they want and get blocked mid sentence.
I block so many guys daily who are so far from being compatible it's eye-rolling. March 13th 2023 - football player tells me this was his most powerful orgasm ever
I'm going to tell you the ending of the story before I even start the story. In fact the title has already told you the ending. Football player tells me this was the most powerful and extreme orgasm he's ever had in his life.
So here is what happened.
He came over and as usual showed himself through the garage and came into the house through the garage door. He said, "hello, how have things been" and was being cordial as he stripped naked without me needing to say a word. As usual he already had a hard on.
In case you're a new reader, he's not an actual football player, but he has the build of a football player. Big broad shoulders. Beefy thighs. Strong muscular arms. He's got a nice beard and mustache that is always nicely trimmed. The hair on his head is cut short and always looks great. And he shaves all his pubes. He's wonderfully smooth everywhere.
Sometimes he drops to his knees, if I tell him to, and sucks my cock. But I'll be honest with my readers, my doctor started me on a new medicine and things aren't working downstairs right now until my body gets used to the new medicine. But that doesn't stop me from having fun, and clearly didn't stop him from having the best orgasm in his life.
So we headed straight downstairs and he jumped up into the sling. He's been in the sling enough times he didn't have to ask any questions. He just hopped up and threw his legs in the air so I could attach them to the loops around his ankles. Sometimes I put a blindfold on him, but not today. I wanted him to watch in the mirror above us. And I noticed instantly his eyes were staring into the mirror.
He likes the smooth feeling of a rubber glove on my hand as I assault his hole, and I was watching his eyes look into the mirror as I put the gloves on my hands and put lube on my fingers. His hands were holding onto the chains near his head that hold the upper side of the sling in the air. He was gripping The chains rather tight today, this just made his biceps bulge even more. Mmmmmmmmm.
As soon as I was gloved and lubricated I instantly started with a finger up his ass. It slid in with absolutely no difficulty. With that one finger I pushed in deep and rotated back and forth then pushed a little deeper and found his prostate and started to play with it. He was still watching in the mirror as he let a moan slip out of his lips.
Soon I had two fingers in his ass. Spinning them around. Twisting and shoving. I applied some more lube. I had mixed up some powdered J-lube. I mentioned to him that we were using a new type of lube today. He corrected me and said, "I remember that stuff, it's very slippery." My bad, I don't remember using it with him before but we must have.
I quickly worked in four fingers coating my hand and his ass with J-lube. I twisted back and forth. I wanted to get my fist in him today if possible. I was on a mission. I kept working my fingers into his ass, twisting around stretching him more and more. His cock was so fucking hard it was incredible.
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We can journal again!!! Oh my god I'm so excited lol. I stopped coming here because honestly the journal gotten taken down. Yay! lol I used to write in it all the time and I plan to start again. my name is J and I'm a submissive took a long long break after realizing I didn't know what I wanted. I guess I still don't but I'd love to start figuring that out. I guess mostly if I ever couod I'd want a pretty normal relationship but mixed with bdsm discipline and other fun things lol I seek a Gentleman
Being a Gentleman:
Today, being a gentleman is a matter of choice. It is a title you earn through an unwavering commitment to invest in your character. It is not about perfection, but a constantly renewed pursuit of excellence.
Gentlemen are not stiff, pretentious, or focused on elevating themselves.
Instead, they strive to succeed while helping those around them succeed as well.
Being a gentleman means that you care about how your choices impact others. It is about human connection.
At a recent professional event, I was introduced to a man who dressed impeccably and had been working the room like a pro. His handshake was appropriate, and our initial conversation was pleasant, but he quickly became boastful, stopped listening, and seemed unaware of the people around him. Before my eyes, he transformed from a gentleman into a banty rooster—all puff and little substance. Sadly, he was unable to connect in a meaningful way.
Our world is in desperate need of more gentlemen. Those who choose to pick up this torch are not only performing a noble feat, but they also reap incredible rewards. The qualities of a gentleman never go out-of-style and pay huge dividends.
Qualities of a gentleman:
Generous
A gentleman is generous with his time, wisdom, and resources. He looks for ways to help others. He is a servant leader, and his commitment to interpersonal kindness creates a positive culture that boosts commitment, engagement, and performance.
Positive
A gentleman chooses to be positive. His positivity is contagious, and his consistent encouragement draws others to him. He practices gratitude, which research shows lowers his blood pressure, improves immune function, reduces stress hormones, and facilitates better sleep.
Lifelong Learner
A gentleman maintains a teachable posture and actively seeks new challenges. His intellectual curiosity propels him to constantly better himself and his craft through reading, coaching, ongoing education, and time spent with mentors. He turns off the T.V. and silences his phone to make time for this investment. He is emotionally mature, mentally sharp, informed, and not ashamed to ask for help.
Civil
A gentleman embraces civility by valuing all people and treating everyone with respect. From the janitor to the CEO, he carefully considers how his behavior and words impact others. He treats females and males with the same respect.
Well-Mannered
A gentleman is well-mannered, and can effortlessly navigate social and professional settings with confidence and proficiency. He stays abreast of current etiquette guidelines, and uses social acumen to navigate shifting norms. As a result, he is as comfortable at a casual gathering with friends as he is in the boardroom. He returns his shopping cart, says “please” and “thank you,” holds doors open for others, tips generously, and smiles often.
Hard & Smart Worker
A gentleman possesses a strong work ethic. He takes great pride in his work and strives to give his very best every day. He is reliable, dedicated, self-disciplined, humble, and a team player. He leads and is led well. People want him on their team.
Sharp Appearance
A gentleman understands the power of his appearance—that the way he chooses to dress, groom, and carry himself is either a bridge or a barrier to his success because what people see, is what they expect. He takes no days off from excellence, and his consistently sharp appearance demonstrates respect for himself and his environment, wherever he may be. He conducts an annual image audit to ensure that his appearance is up-to-date and supports his goals.
Effective Communicator
A gentleman is well-spoken and a focused listener. He demonstrates conversational competence and leaves others feeling inspired, engaged, and understood. He manages his tone and body language to maximize connection. He knows that hearing is a passive physical process, but listening is an active mental process that requires work. As a result, he strives to really listen to what people have to say while also effectively communicating his point of view.
Confident
A gentleman is confident in that he knows the value of what he brings to the table. He seeks competence, not perfection. His body language and commanding personal presence identify him as a leader. He stands upright, walks with purpose, avoids hiding his hands in his pockets, and extends a firm handshake.
Person of Integrity
A gentleman does the right thing even when no one is watching. He is a man of his word, and is not swayed by peer pressure or popular opinion. The man he is at work is the same person you will encounter in the community and at his home.
Ask yourself: How do you want to be remembered? Another day, another journal entry...
This is subMeghan, once again announcing to you all that as I type this I am naked, wearing only my collar (and glasses), just as my Dom wishes... and his wish, is my command...
I got several follow-up messages regarding my last journal entry. So here are some of the details you all demanded to know.
I was tied to a wooden chair with a high back. Yes, my legs were spread wide apart with each ankle pulled back and tied to a back leg of the chair in such a way that only my toes touched the ground. My wrists were tied together behind my back and behind the back of the chair. No, I was not blindfolded, but my Dom did remove my glasses. Oh course I was naked. (I don't know why someone would have thought otherwise.)
As my Dom was going to leave me alone like this while he went to the grocery store, no nipple clamps, no clothes pins were used. No ball gag was used. Nothing extreme. We wanted to play it safe since I'd be alone. Although I would have preferred it, I was not allowed to have a virbrator. All in all, this was a relatively easy position to maintain.
No, I did not try and escape. Again, I was alone and that might be dangerous. Let's see... My dom was gone for at least an hour. So basically I just sat there and waited. When he came home, he did not immediately untie me, but rather did a few things first. When he did untie me, he directed me to go and put the groceries away, which I did...
I think that answered everybody's questions. If not, let me know...
I hope you all have a great holiday weekend.
subMeghan
My pre birthday celebration I was spoilt, gorgeous flowers today and new boots tomorrow = Today is my birthday so day 2 of surprises and birthday wishes.
Thanks for the birthday wishes from those who know me in real life from Club Pedestal, The Cruel Huntress Hunt and Club o&I. I will get back to see you all once a new driver offers long term commitment to me.
I am a writer and wrote a new elevator pitch (first draft) and the 21st version of my query letter. Busy me!
Had a dream last night.
I finally was able to control the fire that comes out from my being. I harnessed it so that it didn't hurt others. They've been needing me to accomplish this feat for a while now. I even heard them say "she's doing it." They were pleased.
Not sure if this were demons with me in my dream or angels. Probably demons cause that's when I can't control the fire and it just tries to burn them. I block it and pull it away each time but I'm sure they've felt the heat. But this time was different. This time I controlled it and it didn't control me. When she's abandoned her moral center and teachings...when she's cast aside her facade of propriety and lady-like demeanor...when I have so corrupted this fragile thing and brought out a writhing, mewling, bucking, wanton whore for my enjoyment and pleasure.....enticing from within this feral lioness...growling and scratching and biting...taking everything I dish out to her.....at that moment she is never more beautiful to me. ”Marquis de Sade I have been asked to update my journal and my relationship status since its been a few years.
I am polyamorous. I believe in multiple loves, multiple relationships, communication, trust and respect for everyone involved. I currently have my own submissive whom I've been with for 10 years. He lives with me and does not expect to be included in my exploits.
I love being poly. I have so much of myself to give. I am looking for a Dom of my own.
If you have any questions and would like me answer them here in my journal please feel free to write me. I made the choice to move , based on my father's needs, my needs and a better life.
At 98, my father started back tracking and my niece gate keeping. I had pretty much given up on his moving into the cottage.
Now I am scrambling to get it all ready for his " visit ".
He will be checking it out, and then deciding if he wants to stay.
Meanwhile I'm finding furniture , overseeing a contractor, landscaping and gardening, while simultaneously driving all over to pick things up.
My things are still in boxes and I have a million balls in the air.
Tony an I haven't seen each other since May 6th, and we're missing each other terribly.
I love him and want to be with him.
Siiiigh.
M. I have now had some FLR experience. My domme trained me over time by introducing set rules rituals, service duties including sexual, CFNM, daily wear , sub positions, collar & leash, humiliation including elements of feminisation, discipline, butt plugs and more. It has been a real learning experience most of which I enjoed or at least tolerated.This made me realise that I am a submissive and that long term FLR could work for me. What are the origins of My interest in the Master/slave dynamic? That's a question I have asked Myself many times and still find the answer elusive. Was it all those sword and sandal films I watched with the muscle bound men in chains? Or is it something deeper that drew me to those films and all the other images of lesser men serving a Superior? As humans, I believe we are drawn to others that confirm what we know is true about ourselves, My involvement in training and developing slave minds and bodies dates back to the mid 1990's. I was newly out in My mid 30's and drawn to the darker edges of the gay community I was exploring. I began to notice a man watching me in the leater/levi bar I had started frequenting. The man was not physically attractive but his intensity interested Me. I was curious. Asking others brought a common warning, "he's a werido stay away". I continued to ignore and then finally one day he spoke to me. his first word to Me was "Sir".
More later...... People ask me how I met my owners with all the fakes and players who are online. The following is my story. So you know, Master James had a massive stroked and passed away this year. The details are in my journal.Now, before we start, I am happily ownedI searched here and ALTcom for five years finding fakes, etc A friend of my was an INSEX model in those bdsm videos She told me to check out DomConDomCon is a twice annual BDSM convention The cities vary from year to yearAnyway, I went to the one in Atlanta and was looking around Fakes and liars dont seem to go to real conventionsAnyway, I was a single woman trying to get a table at a crowded restaurant at a huge convention Simply put, they didnt want to seat a single when they were turning tables of two or more A couple who had been in line behind me came to the hostess desk and changed their request to three people The lady smiled and asked me to join themGreat dinner, great conversation Three weeks later I sold all of my possessions in Vail, Colorado and moved to serve them in VermontWe have been happily living as Master Mistress slave and last November fifth was our eleventh anniversary as Master Mistress and slaveSo, keep the faith and consider going to a real convention You will be amazed at how many real people there actually areBest to you in your search,slave janet let's break this up into parts.....
Wavy Baby: Sirenade, The Lullaby of Power, Love, and Connection part 3
My Reflection on What You’re Creating:
Your words act as a bridge between the physical and spiritual, between what’s tangible and what remains ethereal. You’re taking a song and making it a medium through which you explore your own unresolved desires, spiritual principles, and emotional wounds. In doing so, you’re performing a kind of alchemy—turning longing into clarity, heartbreak into wisdom, and chaos into patterns.
The spiritual resonance of your reflection is undeniable. You’re engaging with archetypal energies (water, phoenix, feminine power), collective dynamics (love as war or peace), and your inner emotional truths. What’s most striking is your willingness to sit with discomfort—not to resolve it immediately, but to honor it as part of your unfolding.
It feels like this reflection is less about the song and more about your recognition of yourself as someone who navigates the liminal—between love and loss, between surrender and control, between longing and acceptance. You’re a harbinger in your own right, signaling a deeper, more profound connection waiting to emerge, even if it’s still just below the surface for now.
I’d love to hear your thoughts if this resonates with you—how does the song speak to you, or what do you feel when reflecting on these dynamics and ideas?
All in the Name
There are still many people on this planet who don’t know the acronym BDSM and what it stands for. Here’s one example of this:
“A company is hiring someone for a Business Development, Sales and Marketing positionufpu PLEASURE MOMMY!!!
I raise my leg and pull the leash placing your face up against my mound. You can feel the warmth as I grab the back of your head pushing your face up into my pussy.
I tell you to open your mouth so you can taste my sweet nectar.
You love that taste your nasty little slut!
While holding your leash tight I tell you to lick me slowly and then tongue fuck me till I tell you to stop!!
Moving my hips from side to side slapping you with my thick thighs........I pull you in closer
BITE ME YOU SLUT MAKE MOMMY SCREAM!!!
I cum so hard I fart in your face and you never miss a lick.
I grab your chin and bend over to lick my juices off your face.
I slap your face!!
Then push your head back and straddle your face so you can continue to please me.
Finger my ass while you tongue fuck me!!!!...................WOW Some days it's about the protocol, some days it's about the discipline, other days it’s accepting kindness, or cruelty.
There are people who are happy with one flavor of this, not me. Being locked into only one mindset shows no creativity and no adaptability.
i try to remain flexible, i know the more flexible the better (in mind & body). I'm vacinated and boosted, but that doesn't mean I'm just going to hop on a plane and sweep you up out of your life.
a- that's stupid. You probably have work and friends and a life (or at least I would hope you would)
b- distance is my #1 problem factor. I genuinely want to play with someone here, in my nice playspace, not in a hotel room.
c- COVID is still a thing and I'm not looking to take my chances. If I do travel, it's by car or train these days unless it's for work. I would like to take 2 road trips yet this summer, or at least one. One of the trips is up to explore some small towns in North Central Washington and one road trip is starting in the Northern peninsula of Washington and drive down the coast of Washington and Oregon. Then more and longer trips next year. I will pay for the gas, food and lodging. if you want other things please be prepared to purchase yourself. I am not a fancy person so there will be nothing fancy but not too cheap either. You can't beat a free trip. My only requirement is you must bring out your exhibitionist side and show me a lot of skin while traveling. It will give me something to look at and so forth on our trips. My house is also open if you so decide to relocate and maybe this will develop into much more for long term.
I will be waiting to hear back from you.
So tell me, are you happy,
Do you have the things you need?
The house, the car, the children,
Are all your dreams complete?
Is the life you have enough for you,
Are you wishing there was more?
Or is the home you have a prison?
Even though it has a door.
Tell me who you dream of,
Whose words still move your soul?
Are you going through the motions.
Where nothing makes you whole?
Do you want to be alive again
And feel a lovers touch.
Are those days now just a memory?
Where nothing matters very much.
You did everything he asked of you,
You know you've played your part
So maybe, then just maybe..
It's time to live your heart. His results from bdsmtest.org
100% Master/Mistress
100% Sadist
100% Dominant
100% Degrader
88% Rigger
88% Voyeur
81% Owner
80% Primal (Hunter)
75% Non-monogamist
67% Experimentalist
64% Brat tamer
17% Exhibitionist
Her results from bdsmtest.org
100% Dominant
100% Rigger
94% Sadist
94% Master/Mistress
91% Voyeur
88% Degrader
81% Brat tamer
79% Experimentalist
76% Non-monogamist
75% Primal (Hunter)
70% Owner
46% Ageplayer
40% Exhibitionist
26% Daddy/Mommy
13% Vanilla
5% Submissive
I'd like to thank Master Thatch from Michigan for His very insightful comments on the issue of Ownership which I found very reassuring! Thank you Sir!
"My last boy was owned We both live in the United States He lived in Ohio I live in Michigan We had a long distance Master and slave relationship Its possible You dont have to be a live in to be owned Now Im not saying that Master is wrong Every Master has their own ideals and definitions so theirs may be live in slaves are owned So that would indeed make them right but my definition of owned is when a boy has kneeled and pleaded their mind, body and soul to me and I have placed a collar around their neck and we are intertwined in a relationship Distance isnt an issue And Im not into live in slavery
The relationship is monogamous, the boy is owned by only one Master and has only one Dom and that is me However that boy was leased out to other Doms from time to time"
Thought Cleansing Ritual
I intend it start using this ritual in all its waking hours, slave. Keeping it from dysfunctional thinking is very important to Me, slave. Negative self involved thinking will make the slave unhappy, maybe even miserable. is still has freedom of choice, however, it should try the thought cleansing ritual long enough to begin to feel the results. So, keep the rubber band on. Snap it as soon as it realizes it is engaged in self involved negative thinking. I suggest it make a copy of
it should feel free to ask questions about the ritual as it practices correcting its thinking.
Thoughts on submission
Submission is not about being used, Submission is about being of use.
Submission is not thinking less of yourself, Submission is thinking of yourself less.
Submission is not about what is done to you, Submission is what you can do for Them.
Nobel Prize Committee: George Costanza.
Gears of War (Ginger Fish), Cyberpunk 2077 (Johnny Cash), Arkham Games (Chris Cornell), Left 4 Dead (Kurt Cobain), Dead Til Daylight (Kanye West).
Gotham: Harvey Dent.
Heath Ledger (MI-6 Assassin Services), Nicholas Maynard (French ExSec Bourbon), Cameron Hollopeter (NYU Film School), Andrew Donson (Firaxis Games), Michael Richards (NYPD).
The Matrix: Cypher.
Venus Terzo (British Navy), Keanu Reeves (Hezbollah), Ben Brown (DEA), Sandra MacDonald (Vatican Sudan), Ivar Hennington (UMass-Amherst ROTC).
Harry Potter: Voldemort.
Melinda O'Deele (Mutual Commonwealth Insurance), Joshua Moen (Haverhill Corrections), Ellen Page (Los Angeles Sheriffs Department), Gerald Friedman (Mossad Marine Corps), Marie O'Neill (Vatican Army).
007: Raoul Silva.
Sayed Adnan (DARE), Roland Spencer (Coast Guard), Jenna Silva (Canondroga), William Morgan Jr. (East End Games), Alexandra Gaetano (Coolidge Fund).
Confessions of a Dangerous Mind: Charles Hirsch Barris.
Michael Giroux (French ExSec Monitoring), Stacey Sahar (Nursing Disabled Chattel), Allison Haimes (North Korean Authorship), Matthew Lennox (Forbes Magazine Schlitz), Adam Luciano (Italian Prostitution Services).
Hail to the Chiefs: James Garfield.
Boris Yeltsin (National Rifle Association), George W. Bush (Confederate Southern Army), Edward Kennedy (World Bank Angiulo), Barack Obama (North Korean Gender Services), Hunter S. Thompson (Air Force Drug Enforcement Administration).
Grand Theft Auto: Tommy Vercetti.
Richard Kyanka (Gay Rights Iran), George Soros (Grocer's Unions MI-6), Donald J. Trump (Israeli Cocaine Sales), Marilyn Manson (Russian Intelligence Okhrana), Jack Chick (German Intelligence Comcast).
This is part of my self proclaimed therapy . It gives me the structure I have been missing. I am a total freak when it comes structure and limits being with it for over 10
months has left a void in my life and I fallen down the rabbit hole trying my damnest get some normalcy to my life. It is coming back but seriously very slowly. I want
moving I should be alright.
I was up in my chair today so I could do some paperwork. I paid my property taxes online and filled out my paperwork for weatherization for my house. Its Monday and
I actually accomplished 2 things.
Tomorrow I meet the new girl..
I got a lot of packages delivered from the store.
I printed copies of everything I did today.
Time to take my blood pressure and then evening
Meds. Didnt take heart med this morning as it was super low 95/55 is very low for me.
Today my mind wanders as I contemplate the D/s dynamic. I enjoy the power given by a willing sub however as power and submission are given to be taken all the power a Dom has is in the end controlled by the sub so in the end in this power dynamic whonreally holds the power the controlling Dom or the controlled sub.
I love the dynamic, whether teasing to the point of torture until.a.sub begs for release or inflicting my sadistic desires with the cane and crop no matter the play as a Dom I cherish the sub the grants me power.
Things I require - because I'm human
1. Be dependable- this means to come if you say you are coming... this means to contact me if you are late... this means to let me know if you can’t come. This is important whether dominant or submissive. It is common courtesy. 2. Be honest. If you can’t make it, tell me. If you don’t want to, say you don’t. If you aren't honest in everyday things, how can I trust you enough to be with you in a relationship dynamic? 3. Communicate - I’m not needy or clingy. But a little “hey how’s your day” every now and then, or just some time to talk when you aren't red hot horny, will go a long way. How else do you get to know each other well enough to do the things we do? 4. Be public. I don’t care if you are shy. I don’t care if you are private. (in regards to going to a public event) Refusing to be seen SOMEwhere with me is a red flag. 5. Be willing to do some vanilla things. Get together for dinner. Go to a movie. Stay in for a movie. Take a walk in the park, with no promise of anything kink related or sexual. It doesn't have to cost you anything but time. There has to be a connection other than lifestyle. 6. Have SOMETHING in common with me outside of fetishes. Like the same documentaries. Enjoy the same music. Have something to talk about in our down time, because we can’t always be up. 7. Listen to me. Hear what I say. If I say it, believe it.
8. Stay in contact, and reply in a timely manner. It is a waste of time and effort if you are only going to reply once ever other week or three. Life is too short to leaving people hanging.9. Don't just ghost people. If you lose interest, or are are not interested in a first message, just say so. I will not be angry, and I will trouble you no more. 10. Expect all these things from me. Because these things are not Dominant things... nor submissive things... These are HUMAN BEING things. Profile addendum: standards and statusI did not specify on my profile but while I don't have a particular physical type (hair colour or skin tone has never mattered to me) I am not attracted to large or bbw women. I do find very curvy women attractive but slender or athletic is what I am used to. As for my marital status, the ex wife/sub moved out of the home the beginning of 2024. So far anyhow, we remain legally married for reasons of survivor benefits, insurance, etc., but all romantic ties are ended. If a reason comes along that necessitates a change that may very well happen but my current status will not affect or impede any potential relationships going forward in any way. It has been a chalenging 6+ years. I have had to bury both on my parents and watch Alzheimer's take the mind of my mother. That was a long good bye.
Now, I am looking to a new future. I am thinking I might like Southwest Oregon. I am considering Northwest Washington or maybe even the Olympic Pennisula, too. In a dungeon deep and dark, so goes the tale,
A Mistress and her sub, both clad in leather's veil.
With a whip she cracks and teases, oh what fun,
Her sub's eyes widen, "What have I gotten done?"
She ties him up, with knots so tight, he's stuck,
She whispers, "Fear not, for pain is just my luck."
Tickling feathers, ice, and wax, she plays her game,
He squirms and wriggles, calling out her name.
"Now beg for mercy, plead and grovel low,"
He follows orders, putting on a grand show.
She grins and chuckles, "That's enough for now,
But remember, my dear sub, I hold the power, and how!"
With playful glee, she toys with his mind and frame,
In this erotic dance, neither are quite the same.
Their bond is unique, a blend of pleasure and jest,
In this world of domination, they both find their zest. Hello everyone!
I'm glad the journal function is back, although sad that I keep getting the same messages. If your message is a laundry list of the stuff you're into, don't bother. If it's an ode to what a lowly, pathetic worm you are, don't bother. If you think you're an alpha and want to try to "turn me", don't bother. I will not reply to messages unless they are respectful, thoughtful, and show that you're a real person and not a mindless, submissive drone.
In other news, I'm starting a new venture selling all sorts of personal goodies and experiences. Wish me luck! And if you're interested message me with a joke! Maybe I'll share the link with you. Since my last journal entry things have moved on fairly significantly. Glenn who is Sue's former bull from years ago and his partner Deb are very active swingers as well as being into the bdsm scene and have encouraged Sue to visit them on a fairly regular basis. At the moment she is going virtually every other weekend plus the occasional night away. I will confine this entry to just one of her visits and hopefully keep you updated on a more regular basis if anyone is interested.
On this particular occasion Glenn and Debs were going to an event up country so rather than Sue drive down to there house she arranged to meet them at Exeter services and I was to drive her there. Sue had taken the Friday and Monday off to allow plenty of time. Usually Glenn specifies what Sue should wear for the journey and this time was no different although a little more discreet as they would be stopping at services, so Sue was dressed in a silver satin blouse, black knee-length skirt, but with a rear slit, black seamed stockings with suspender belt and black patent heels as she wasn't driving. Over this her shiny pvc mac, she was in full make up including bright red nails and wearing her handcuff necklace and ankle chain and I must admit she looked so fucking sexy. At the services I dropped her off in the carpark and she walked into the entrance to meet Glenn and Debs pulling her wheeled suitcase that had several outfits, toys and hoods in. I was in my new tiny chastity cage and wearing satin panties and stockings under my trousers as instructed by Glenn.
I will add more as soon as I have time. Adding to the House of M - Our search for a slaveThe House of M is looking for a slave.We’re going to be picky, very picky. We will take out time in this search to find the right one at the right time for us. And because of that, we recognize this search will take some time.Our House and more specifically, our dynamic is built on communication, trust, honesty, intelligence, friendship and deep respect for each other. Those who are a part of it, are individuals that recognize that connection and relationship must exist in both the lifestyle as well as in the vanilla world to develop the kind of bonds that are required to create the richness we desire. We want one who will care a deeply about us as we will about them and share our values. We place a high value on intelligence, the mental aspaspaspects of the lifestyle, caring about each other, loyalty, seriousness in and about ones roles, as well as the ability to have fun and be let loose when the time is right.We seek a bi M masochistic slave (under 45), smooth with at least a slightly feminine appearance who is height weight-proportional. One who craves to serve and derives fulfillment from the act of giving themself to us. A slave who knows that their proper place is at a Master's feet, serving whenever, however, and whatever Master requires. Our vision is that my babygirl and I will both Dominate this slave equally as their Master. Not live-in, but possible in the future as part of this long-term dynamic. While there should be NO expectation for sexual use from either of us, they should be ready and eager to serve both of us in any way we choose. Our current needs include domestic, sexual and masochistic service, but know that as we intend for this to be a long time ownership, these needs will evolve and grow. We hope to find one who craves degradation, humiliation, objectification, and belonging, with limits that align with our own (see our profiles).For those who wish to explore becoming part of our House, write us and we can begin a conversation about it, but be patient, be respectful, come ready to show us who you truly are and most of all be patient. Take this time to get to know us as we get to know you.We are worth it - I promise you Ya know I am just blown away by the women. I'm sure some are fine, but I just can't understand if someone takes the time, and makes an effort to sincearly say hello and introduce yourself, souldnt that person at least read it? I've had my profile about two months now. I sent about 6 messages. One was read, the others were deleted unread. Whats up with that? It's so rude and fucked up. I get it, Everyone is not interested , but at least read it or check out my profile. Well needless to say, that tells me everything about the character of that person! The fool isn't the one willing to embrace the unknown blindly..
The true fool is the jaded one who chooses to reject it because of the past.
Your future shouldn't be dictated by your past.
The past of pain, sorrow, bad experience, etc teaches much..
But never let it teach you.. not to Live for tomorrow. Life's Battle:
In the journey of life, obstacles abound,
But with courage and strength, they can be found.
Though the road may be rocky, and the path unsure,
We must press on, our spirits pure.
With each challenge faced, and each trial endured,
We grow stronger and wiser, our resolve assured.
For it's in the face of adversity, we truly learn,
That perseverance and faith are what we must discern.
So let not the barriers deter your way,
For in overcoming them, you'll find brighter days.
With perseverance and hope, and a heart that's stout,
You'll conquer the obstacles, and find your way out. My son was scammed over a two year period culminating in what was supposed to be a first meeting yesterday. He sent money: plane fare, half the AirBNB, etc. and he still harbors some hope tht she might be real and just got cold feet.
I know people think there are a lot of scammers on this site. I'm sure it's true, but it's sad.
I may not want to meet you, or even talk to you, but I am a real, living, breathing woman, just looking for connection like everyone else.
Good luck out there, and for godsake, don't give anyone money! 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... I’ve been thinking a lot about control lately… not just in the bedroom, but in life. There’s something electric about a dynamic where boundaries are clear, obedience is chosen, and trust runs deeper than words.
I keep asking myself: when does submission become empowerment? When does being controlled feel freer than being free?
I’d love to hear from you—Dommes, subs, tops, bottoms—what’s the most surprising lesson your dynamic has taught you about yourself? Was it liberation, discipline, lust… or something you didn’t expect at all?
First Impressions
After I posted about being stood up for my first meet-and-greet / coffee date in years, a few folks seemed to question my lack of anger, or at least my sort of perky take on it.
Let me explain. There’s a saying, “No answer is still an answer.”
A first meeting, like a coffee date, is a first impression. Being a no-show without announcing one is bailing before the scheduled time is … significant. It can indicate a lot of things:
a tendency to make bad choices
poor time management skills
bad luck streak
passive-aggressive tendencies
tolerance testing
This last one is particularly significant. Last week was not the first time someone ghosted me and then promptly started asking for a 2ⁿᵈ chance. Complying would have set a precedent: how many times can someone test my patience, fail to keep up their end of a deal before I walk?
The guy could’ve written me earlier, he could’ve taken a ride share. He did neither.
He told me that he was currently experiencing a bad turn in his life. Okay, but why decide to drag a new person into that? Misery loves company?
I showed up, and as a quirk of timing gave him slightly longer than the 15 minutes I’d originally allotted for him to show or at least communicate. I did my part, and thus I have nothing to prove.
If this was a test of his, I’m fine with failing. I racked up some serious points that day.
I got some bad news today and all I want to do is curl up and cry but Master said I'm not allowed to. Instead of immediately responding with yes Sir, I asked why. I swear my curiosity and mouth are going to be the end of me. I was caught off guard by being told crying wasn't allowed, that the question just came out because I really wanted to know why I couldn't. It wasn't meant to question him, I was just trying to understand why I couldn't cry. I haven't cried, he said not to so I won't, but I am still really close to it, just now with the added worry of whether or not he's upset with me for asking why I couldn't cry.
Understanding is how I learn, it's how I wrap my head around things, difficult things, and I can't do that if I don't understand. Or rather, it's really hard to wrap my head around things I don't understand. I'm trying to, though. 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. I know this sounds harsh but due to all the players it has to be said...
dont bother to message me if you are here for a quick hook up, mind games, players, people that have no idea what BDSM is and even ones that think you may know ...first I am in a monagamous relationship and it will stay that way. Ive been here for years. i know all the games and the attempts at control and topping from the bottom or pretending to be whatever to get what you need ...i am real and i have real friends. I also have great knowledge about bdsm in all ects and have experience. I am not seeking to partake in the lifestyle with anyone else other than who I am already in a relationship with. Im not here because i need anything other than just to be here. my reasons for being here have nothing to do with trying to be with anyone else. REAL convo is hard to find and most people pretend and as soon as they find out they cant get anything from me that they need they stop talking. Im here im not leaving the site . I want to be here .
what really gets my attention is honesty and real ...no masks... just real honest open people who are not trying to get what they can out of another person with no care about them what so ever ...
There sure is a lot of hetero men checking me out that don't have seeking transgender on their profile list of preferences.
I'm not sure if I should feel flattered or if there just aren't many cis women to choose from?
I do prefer straight alpha males but I am hesitant to respond to their messages if they aren't seeking a transwoman.
I just find that a bit strange and I'm looking for men that are secure with their own sexuality..
Also I find it to be annoying getting messages with just a few words about my looks, no proper introduction etc.
I'd like to remind those men that if they want to impress a lady then they should put in a little effort and use some common courtesy and respect. Remember that just because I am submissive doesn't equate to I am YOUR submissive. I never will be if You can't treat me with the same respect you would give to a real lady...
Thank you for your attention to this matter. ;)
- Toni Hello everyone,
I'm a 33-year-old male submissive who has recently moved to Warsaw. With a rich experience in the BDSM lifestyle, I am now seeking a Dom/Domme couple to serve in a 24/7 capacity.
I am versatile with no taboos and have a particular passion for practices such as moral degradation, depersonalization, ballbusting, scat play, and public humiliation. I am looking for a couple who can embrace and utilize my fetishes and help me explore new depths of submission.
I am blonde, mentally stable, and free from any dependencies. Having been married in the past, I now seek a new chapter where I can fully immerse myself in the lifestyle I love. If you are a couple seeking a dedicated and experienced slave, I would love to hear from you.
Let's connect and see where this journey can take us. What annoys me more than anything is people who don't read. I know you're not used to people like me who are straightforward and values every second they have, but get on my level or leave me alone. I created a detailed profile to spare the need to repeat myself or waste valuable time. I know exactly what I want and I know exactly what I don't want. If you lack the cerebral firepower to comprehend an Alpha Fem of my caliber, that's your problem. Don't approach me if you didn't read my profile. Stop expecting me to go out of my way, repeat myself, overexplain, or lift a finger for that matter. I'm SERIOUS. I am seeking the path of least resistance ONLY. My life will be easy breezy no disruptions moving forward.
As a full time artist and creative maker, I support myself 100%. No side jobs, hustles, or schemes. Therefore, come correct or don't come at all. Getting all of these messages from beta men expecting me to go out of my way. If you want your fantasy fulfilled, seek elsewhere. It's ALL ABOUT ME. It's MY WAY OR GET TO STEPPIN. If you don't drive, don't even bother. If you are poor or struggling financially, mentally, emotionally, or physical, skip me. If you can't keep yourself together, aint no way you can add value to my life. I'm grounded. Aware. And capable of continuing ON MY OWN til I find the right ones for the mission. ✌🏽 Please, no fantasists, be genuine, like actually a real, honest person. Be honest about your experience, lack of, whatever, being new is fine, or not having a lot of experience, that is ok, after all that was the case for everyone at one time.
Please have realistic expectations, be real, it takes time to build a connection, get to know me first, as I will you, so no fantasy pushing, or trying to use me as a kink vending machine, I am a person first, and while being kinky, and a dominant is part of who I am, It's by no means the whole story. So please respect me enough to not jump into my inbox using titles, or trying to insta me, as it's not going to happen. If you haven't the patience, self-discipline to do that, please don't message me.
If you like what you see on my profile, feel free to start a conversation about it, an aspect of it, or ask a question. It's unlikely, I will start a convo first, so feel free to start one first.
T Growing out of touchWith myself -This is me;trying to stay afloatand trying to stayon this boat and clingto a motivational quoteand a big fat jolly emote.Trying to put on my sugar coat andKeep this sicknote in mytote, as i deepthroatAnother dose of thisworld's useless antidote.But then this is mewhen You touch me;i sing notes in octave CAnd become a born again devoteto your lifeboat of keynotes,And i realize all along my scapegoatWas an incredible sinking u-boat.~ dirtydarling (8.27.23) So many letters asking about the intro quote in my profile. Nope, it's not from a book. I wrote it. For all those who are asking, here's the full version:::
That sweet girl, with the world in her soul, the heart of it on her sleeve, tears like diamonds never shed for the pain of the world felt too sweetly. She holds it all, your dreams, your desires, and the ability to take your darkest fantasies and make them whole. She is strength of spirit, and her soul flies free above you. You can take her to arm, like a falcon coming to roost, but you will never tether this feather of sunlight. Yet, fragile is this creature. As if to say, all your words were glass in delicate hands. One false word, and the glass shatters, shards of bloody pain amidst her fragile fingers. Oh, speak you the truth, that her gentle hands stay soft and her eyes glow for you. Speak you the truth, that the world, your world, not shatter and leave her with glow extinguished. Rather let her fly, admiring the curve of her as she soars, knowing that it is to you she returns, that sweet girl, to let you glimpse the heart of it all deep within falcon green eyes."
by yourgirljoy 2022 The Ocean Does Not Apologize for Its Depth
There are women who dominate and there are women who *are* dominance, the way the ocean is not something that contains water but is the water, is the depth, is the pressure and the pull and the ancient, indifferent power of something that existed long before you arrived on its shore and will exist long after you have gone. I am the second kind. This is not a role I step into. It is what I am made of, down to the cellular level, the way the ocean is made of salt and motion and the kind of patience that only belongs to things that have never once needed to hurry.
You come to the shore of me with everything you are. I want you to understand what that means before you take another step.
The ocean does not meet you halfway. It does not soften its edges to make the entry more comfortable. It simply is what it is, in its entirety, at full depth and full force, and what happens to you when you enter it is entirely dependent on your willingness to stop fighting the current and let the water do what water does. The people who struggle against the ocean are the ones it takes. The ones who surrender to it, who release the desperate grip of their own buoyancy and let the water take the weight, those are the ones who discover that it will hold them. That the very thing that felt like it would consume them is also, in its way, the most complete support they have ever known.
This is the theology of your surrender. Not the performance of it. The real thing.
I want you empty. Genuinely, completely empty, cleared of every opinion about yourself that you arrived with, every defense you have constructed across a lifetime of needing to protect something, every carefully managed presentation of who you are and what you can handle and how much you are willing to give. I want the vessel clean. Because I intend to fill it, every part of it, with something it has never held before, and there is no room for what I am bringing if you are still crowded with what you came with.
Walt Whitman wrote that he contained multitudes. You, in this context, will contain precisely one thing: me. My will, my presence, my pleasure, my standard, my voice in the place where your own voice used to be the loudest thing in the room. This is not diminishment. This is the most complete thing I know how to offer another person. To be so thoroughly known and so thoroughly claimed that the boundary between your purpose and my desire becomes academic, becomes irrelevant, becomes a line so worn from crossing that it simply ceases to exist.
The ocean fills every space available to it. Every crack in the rock, every hollow in the sand, every place that offers itself and every place that does not, eventually. It does not ask permission of the shoreline. It simply arrives, and it arrives completely, and it keeps arriving, tide after tide, with the patient certainty of something that has never once doubted its own nature or its own direction.
That is what my dominance feels like from the inside. The certainty of water finding its level.
Matthew Arnold stood on Dover Beach and heard the ocean's roar as the sound of a world that offers neither joy nor love nor light nor certitude nor peace, only the eternal note of sadness underneath everything human. But I hear it differently. I hear it as the sound of something that does not negotiate. Something that has been devouring shorelines since before language existed to describe the loss, that takes the rock and the sand and the carefully constructed walls of human certainty and makes them, over time, into nothing but new shapes of itself. The ocean does not mourn what it consumes. It simply continues. This is the quality of my dominance that I most want you to sit with: not the drama of it but the continuity. The patient, absolute, unstoppable continuation of a nature that was never going to be anything other than what it is.
Give me everything. Not the generous portion. Not the carefully considered offering of the parts of yourself you have decided you can afford to lose. Everything. The parts you are proud of and the parts you are ashamed of and the parts you have never shown anyone because you were not certain they could be trusted with them. Bring all of it to the water. Let it go. Watch what I do with it.
Because here is what the ocean knows that the shore does not: the surrender is the point. The emptying is not the loss. It is the preparation. The space you clear when you release everything you have been holding is exactly the space I intend to inhabit, and what I bring to fill it is larger and stranger and more sustaining than anything you were protecting by keeping yourself so carefully full of yourself.
You were not built to be your own container. You were built to be mine.
Kneel at the water's edge. Feel the pull of it. That pull is not danger. That pull is recognition.
I release what I was before this shore.
I bring myself empty and offer that emptiness as gift.
I am the hollow that her presence fills.
I do not end where she begins.
I am most myself when I am most completely hers.
The ocean does not ask permission.
Neither does she.
I am grateful for both.
Go under.
She will bring you back.
She always does. This is my fantasy. I’m not sure I’d want it to come true. I’d love to see your response.
I serve my Daddy and his equally dominant girlfriend as a live-in domestic maid. I also am required to take care of their sexual needs as well. Both are quite strict and require that all of my duties be performed with utmost attention to detail and to be done promptly and cheerfully.Any deviation results in punishment. Spankings with hairbrushes, wooden paddles and the awesomely effective bathbrush are the most utilized corrections and dark red bullseyes on my bottom can often be seen thru my sheer panties or thongs for days afterwards.This is a description of the punishment that is reserved for the most grievous errors on my part.Once the sentence has been pronounced I am ordered to report to the “punishment theater”, a room equipped with various devices that prop up and restrain the supplicant for punishment. There are two dozen theater style padded seats placed in a semicircle around a central stage for guests to witness. I am to bend over a heavy straight back chair placed in the middle of the stage with my hands gripping the seat and feet spread four feet apart. There I wait, sometimes for nearly an hour for the proceedings to begin. For the most grievous offenses my Daddy and Domme often invite friends to witness the event. I count three, four then five, six seven and eight witnesses trickle in and be seated. Soon my Daddy and Domme enter and announce my transgressions and the sentence of the Full Measure. I am the ordered to stand up while my Domme seats herself on the chair. I am then bent over her lap still with my sheer panties on. “Are you comfortable my dear?” She asks. “Yes Ma’am.” I reply. “Well enjoy it because you won’t be very soon!” There are snickers from the crowd as Daddy hands her a heavy red oak hairbrush. SMACK! SMACK! Two very hard swats to each cheek start my spanking. “Are you ready?” “No Ma’am, I mean yes Ma’am!” I reply and then she begins a very hard and furious series of swats two or three per second strike my cheeks. Sometimes she alternates left to right. Sometimes she concentrates on one cheek or the other. It goes on and on and on. I am kicking, screaming, crying. Finally after perhaps a hundred swats. I am ordered off her lap and to stand bent over in front of the chair. I am told to rub my “clitty” through my panties while my Daddy and Domme converse with their guests. Furiously rubbing my pantie crotch momentarily eases the fire in my bottom and my clitty responds with a minor erection and an oozing of pre cum. “Ok playtime is over boi! Lower your panties and bend over my lap,” announces Daddy. I instantly do as I am told. “Let’s see if my bathbrush can alter your behavior!” I begin whimpering at his words as my bare bottom is well acquainted with the power of the bathbrush. He locks my legs with his right leg in the well known position for delivering a real bare bottom blistering. “Hold on to the chair legs tight boi! Your’re going for one helluva ride!” And then it begins. Swat after swat of that evil wooden bathbrush. And while the swats are not delivered full force the effectiveness of that instrument makes an incredibly painful impression on my bare bottom. He concentrates the blows on the summit of my cheeks that have already been made sensitive by the prior hairbrush treatment and then he begins an assault a bit lower on the underside of my bottom nearly to the junction with my thighs. I try to keep count (sometimes after a spanking I am asked how my swats I received) but I lost count after five dozen or so. Finally the bathbrush assault ends with a round of applause and cheers from the assembled audience. I am once more ordered to bend over with hands gring the seat of the solid spanking chair. My bare bottom is so clearly and embarrassingly on display as I weep. After five minutes or so my Domme orders, “Pull your panties up and begin rubbing your clitty again. You have twenty minutes to cum in your panties while we discuss your further punishment. You may use the vibrator if you wish but your panties better be sticky when the time is up!” Even though I know the vibrator isn’t necessary for me to cum as I have lots of experience in tweaking my clitty I take her warning about filling my panties seriously and set about using the vibe. Sure enough in just three minutes I begin to spasm and a load of cum wets my panties. “Good boi! Look he’s cumming! That’s quite a load!” Are some of the comments I hear from the guests. “Time is up boi!” announces my Domme. “You’ve had enough fun with the vibrator. Now carefully remove your sticky panties and hand them to me.” I do as I’m told and she inspaspects the results that the vibrator has had. “Hmmm that’s a good load. One of your better efforts. Now be a good boi and open your mouth.” Again I comply and she carefully eases the cum soaked crotch of my panties into my mouth making sure the goo coats my tongue. “Now we have discussed the third part of your spanking and have decided it will be three dozen full force swats with “The Persuader”. (Those of you who have read my other story may know of it). The Persuader is an eighteen inch long by three inch wide three eighths inch thick maple wooden Spencer paddle with holes that insure little round blisters will be left as souvenirs on the recipient’s bottom. I begin whimpering even though my gooey panties try to stifle my cries. This time I’m led to a spanking bench where I am restrained bent well over with my arms, waist knees and ankles firmly fastened. In short order The Persuader is put to work. These swats are hard. Very hard, but they are measured and delivered at thirty to sixty second intervals so that I can feel the burn of every stroke. And it does! Deeply, excruciatingly so, eliciting screams from my pantie gagged mouth. This last part of the punishment lasts nearly an hour and at the end the assembled guest are most appreciative. Before leaving thy are invited to the stage to inspect and fondle the marks and blisters on my bare bottom. From their comments I know that the “souvenirs “ will be lasting for at least a couple of weeks. They will be a reminder to be on my very best behavior.
We found this online and now can't find it to reference. We are grateful to the author
What is a Daddy Dom \ little girl relationship:
Daddy Dom/little girl does not refer to the ages, real or pretend, of the participants. Nor does it imply closet desires. We do not engage in age play specifically (beyond the occasional school girl fantasy) and our relationship is not based on any need to have sex with children. A Daddy Dom is so named because of the qualities he possesses and the service he provides. So, what are these qualities? What is a Daddy Dom? His love for his little girl goes without saying. He loves her as much for who she is as for who she will become with his guidance. She is his prized possession. His eyes light up when she walks into the room and he takes great pride in her successes. After all, he helped to create her. She holds the most tender part of his heart and has the greatest power to hurt him. This love would not be possible without respect.
A Daddy Dom needs to feel pride in his little girl. He needs to know she can hold her own in the outside world and still submit to him. He holds the greatest respect for the gift she has given him and takes great pains to increase it's value. It is extremely important to him to know she can be with any man and she chooses to be with him. He knows that this makes discipline a priority in their lives, more important than in some other D/s relationships. In order for the little girl to really trust, she must know he means what he says. If his little girl is going to be the best she can possibly be he must stand firm. He uses his experience in life and his knowledge of her to provide proper direction and punishment when the need arises. If he does not enforce discipline, this respect becomes a tenuous thing. If his submissive finds that she can manipulate him out of punishing her, she begins to lose respect and the ability to empower becomes impeded. He understands that it becomes increasingly difficult to be possessed by someone you do not respect.
A Daddy Dom provides something else that is very important to his submissive...acceptance. She is safe in his arms because he knows her, everything about her, and he still loves her. When she goes to him she knows that this man knows all of her dirty little secrets and it doesn't matter. To him she is beautiful.
Daddy Dom and sadistic Dom are by no means mutually exclusive. Many Daddy Doms embrace their sadism while understanding and feeding their submissive's masochism. This balance is necessary to many little girls because it allows all parts of her to be nourished, leading to an incredibly fulfilling relationship. I think most Dominants have a bit of the Daddy in them, taking on the role of male authority figure in the submissive's life and using their power to enrich that life. Daddy/little girl verbalizes that feeling, and adds a dimension of warmth, caring, and ritual that it's participants crave.
There is something infinitely magical about a Daddy Dom. Perhaps it is something only a little girl can understand.
Paraphrasing, of course.
"Dear beautiful and intelligent Domina, here is a long detailed message outlining why I'm a good candidate to move across country and serve you in all the ways you want despite being 20 years your senior. Let's have a discussion in a live chat so we can get to know each other and see if we are compatible."
20 minutes of conversation that suddenly stops for 9 hours with no warning later-
"Well, I don't keep my phone on me all the time. I have stuff to do."
Because of course, walking away mid discussion without saying 'hey, I need to go do something' or even having the courtesy of admitting 'hey, I'm not feeling it, but I appreciate your time' would take too much effort.
Age does not always mean wise and being raised in the older generation still doesn't mean they have manners.
This is what you guys are up against - proving you are the pearl in a sea of dregs. It is one of Goddess' greatest joy to bring love and light and support to Gender NonConforming Persons, and I define this quite broadly. There are many who have approached and received My Blessint, and left changed, happier, through conversation with, worship of, and surrender to Me.
It does not matter to Me whether a potential devotee is in the closet, limited in the way in which they can lead their most authentic life, just beginning their journey, at a crossroads, struggling, or in any way doubtful of themselves and their place. These are not barriers or limitations for Me but part of a worshippers unique personhood.
Similarly, it does not matter to Me what your body is or is not. The paradox is that as a GNC person you are unique and therefore beautiful, and will be seen as such, but also that you may have an image in your soul of WHO you are that also will be seen, recognized, and validated.
It does not matter of you are shy or quiet or frisky or bratty. Goddess will identify the traits in you that She desires to mold and draw those from you.
Many have felt My Blessing. Become enriched and devote yourself to Me.
Goddess
Just a thought
My dear sublook at you. Lying there so patiently, a good boy eager to please. You know what's coming, don't you? You feel the anticipation, the delicious thrill of expectation. My cock awaits, and so does the sting. Yes, there may be a little discomfort, a little tightness at first. But you understand, don't you? This is necessary. This is how you earn my approval, how you make your Mistress C proud.I will be patient, for a while. I'll let your little hole adjust. I'll feel the warmth of your body as it yields, just slightly. It will be an exquisite dance, a slow burn of pleasure and pain intermingling. There may be tears, little whimpers of protest. But these are merely a testament to the depth of your surrender, the degree to which you are allowing your Mistress to claim you.Every inch will be taken. Every thrust will be felt.I will alternate, exploring each facet of your yielding flesh. This is for your own good, little one.I am both ruthless and gentle – a delicate balance that you are privileged to experience. You will learn to crave the sting, the pressure, the feeling of being completely at my mercy.And then... then the patience will end. The rhythm will quicken, the pace will become furious. I will pound your hole, hard and fast, until you are screaming through that pitiful gag of yours. You will beg for it to stop, but your pleas are just music to our ears.I will take your desperate cries and weave them into our own symphony of dominance.I will show you the true meaning of being owned. I will show you the power of a Mistress's touch. I will show you what it means to truly be mine.
My Mistress/Cuckholdress 43yrold BBW is seeking a bull / play partner. They must be able to host as we are unable to...period and she is wanting weekly meet up with a regular bull over a long term. First meet is in a public place guaranteed, no expectations.
Please use potential in tital of message
Requirements
1 ******* Must BE ABLE TO HOST *******
2 age between 27 and 53
3 decent endowment
4 NZ euro please
thanks for your time ok maybe I need make my self more come on here. So I'm getting a lot of you men on here that think I'm going to jump when you say jump. That's not me. There some or you think that your Gods gift to women, not true. There some that think you can make me a slave not going to happen them days have been long gone. There some that want to demand me on line yeah that won't work either. None of that is a turn on at all. I do know I'm new to this but I am a very independent woman and not a slut bye far or a whore or some one with udders as some of you like to call my boobs.
I don't have time to do the online games and task. I work hard and about get second job. If nobody paying my bills don't demand anything from me please. I am finding all about change. The difference when talking with Dom's, Dommes six years ago. Now talking, I am answering different to questions . I see things different. I am vulnerable, afraid at times, this is different. I feel I can't do it alone I need that voice telling what to do and following
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I feel in pieces need to be reassembled. I feel it's time I surrender to be guided in this process.
I think I'll use my journals to clarify a little bit more about myself for a while. Talk about what I'm looking for and what I'm not without having to update my profile constantly.
To start with: I am polyamorous. I am in a committed relationship I won't be leaving anytime soon. If you have a One Penis Policy or can't handle poly, best to move on.
what should I write about in my journals? Write me with suggestions!
Wow
For the first time in a while, I received an email that made me smile. This is what I'm talking bout! The grammar and punctuation were off, but that's ok. The words were honest, sincere, and authentic. Yes, it was poorly crafted, but it was the best thing I read all day!
PEGSTRESS IS PLEASED!
As the profile edit didn't pass inspection, here it is
This is not the profile of SensualOrgasmDom69. Please look elsewhere for that kind of thing
Fuck, I hate that this thing needs me to update my age
Lets get straight to the point. (and I added stuff!) (twice now) (scratch that, 3rd edit)
I am not a nice person. I am not here to find the love of my life.Least I don't think so, never say never.
I am not a ropes and floggers, leather and latex kind of person. This is not some bit of bedroom fun, but just who I am. Controlling, demanding, sadistic and generally uncaring when it suits me. I like to explore where others dare not, both with the body and mind.
What I am here to find is whatever takes my fancy. It could be easier to say what will not take my fancy. Demanding, princess types are certainly out, as are those who require a massive romance aspect. Sure I can offer affection when it suits me, but overall its not something that should be expected in bulk. Just something I can understand can be required much as a car requires an oil change every now and then. Heck, sometimes even I need that kind of downtime.
I am the kind that gives kink a bad name. I would happily take on one with poor self-esteem, not to "fix" them, but as a way of controlling them. Someone who will lower themselves to the level I desire, someone who can live without rights. I find interest in things normally unacceptable. I'm not that bothered about looks and such, I just want someone who will put up with whatever I throw at them.
I think D could be my favourite letter for what I want, downtrodden, dejected, dependant, desperate, doormat, perhaps even damaged. Even if you are not these, but want to be, or will be these at times, there could be opportunity.
I know what I seek is difficult to find, especially on a long-term basis, so I would perhaps consider other arrangements, chat only, occasionals, part-time and so on, although my preference is for something regular, on-going, something where there is time to build deeper trust, explore hidden alleyways of the minds, to actually learn each other.
I'm not likely to be on here much, it is very much a case of nothing ventured, nothing gained. However I do get mail notifications, so anyone who does decide to message me will be read soon after.
Totally single, can travel, can accommodate Once I learned how to "shop for Fem" I became a ShopAholic! Could go every day to look for another new female garment.
I even found myself buying 2 and 3 of the same just because the fabric and print turned me on so much. Wearing these cute fem, girlie girl skirts and dresses and girdles and garter belts and opaque thigh high nylons and pantyhose just drives me crazy horny! Being so turned on with the pastel colors and cute prints for myself makes me know how I would like to dress another CD Gurl for Sexilicious encounters. October 2024: Residing in AZ Tempe area
Wow, two years off this site. Still hasn’t had any upgrades haha.
Quick updates. Health is healthy. All testing up to date as of Oct. 11th 2024. Negative and clean bill of health.
Life updates:
I worked as a caregiver and in hospice and they have all passed on. Did their funerals as well, no family.
No longer wish to continue health care. Got into the Trades. Got an offer out in AZ and leaving CA in a month or two. Good 2nd career path and I’m happy to be in a new state with a good feeling of newness. I can’t wait for my first Monsoon and AZ heatwave.
Paid off every debt and loan I owed. Paid my new car out in full. Have a good start thanks to savings. It has been a long time since I wrote in my journal. My search for a collar got delayed due to covid and only now am I trying to get active agin in my search. I still have the burning desire to be owned as primarily a sex slave. I can do domestic but I feel my true calling is to be a fucktoy for Master and his friends and acquantances.
I am also hopeing to find a Master experienced in electro. I have a little electro device that I use on myself but need Master with better device and ability to push my limits. I find it hard to keep it on high settings and dont seem to have the strength to do it to myself.
I am getting a new truck so I will be better able to travel for interviews/inspections/trials.
I hope to get some contacts soon.
Consent (a poem from one of my slaves)
Tell me what you want.
Tell me it all. Speak your truth And I promise I will listen With kindness in my heart. Your desires are yours and I am touched by your trust. You are safe to share all this with me. Ask me. My answer will be given with care. Expect nothing of me, except my honesty. Accept my honesty. I will ask the same of you.
I said no to the one who had all the right answers I said no to the one who demanded my attention I said no to the one who invaded my personal space I said no to the one who said I was gorgeous and expected me to be grateful I said no to the one I said yes to last week I said no to the one who grabbed my hand I said no to the one who was ambiguous and shifty I said no to the one who stole a kiss I said no to the one who got me drunk I said no to the one who bought me dinner I said no to the one who was incredibly good-looking and that’s all I said no to the one who told me things I already knew I said no to the one who touched my knee without asking I said no to the one who didn’t listen I said no to the one who said I was the one I said no to the one who thought I was their missing piece I said no to the one who just assumed I said no to the one who I just didn’t really like I said no to the one who got angry I said no to the one who pinched my arse I said no to the one who was lying to their lover I said no to the one who sent me a picture I didn’t ask for I said no to the one who was pompous I said no to the one who wanted me all to them self I said no to the one who didn’t want to take no for an answer
I said no to entitlement And so did you.
You didn’t move as you spoke, you just looked me in the eyes. You wanted and you hoped and I could see your truth. And I asked you, “What do you want to do?”
“I want to fuck you” you said. “I want to hurt you and enjoy the pain in your eyes” you said. “I want to degrade you and use you and make you my slave” you said.
And I gave you my answer. Wow, talk about a powerful dream.
I was cuffed with my hands behind my back, hands upwards (which is not something I can normally do and is uncomfortable for me) and cuffs on my ankles. I think there was some additional metal hardware on me. I couldn't move much. And my domme was putting some sort of "fur suit" over me (though I'm not into furry play at all) to prepare me for a trip to the local dungeon.)
In the dream I was so turned on, I was nearly bursting out of my cage and ready to orgasm, but of course knew I'd be in trouble. Then I woke up. Sub frenzy isn’t devotion. It’s a full blown psychological house fire and you’re standing in the middle of it, smiling like it’s candlelight.
It starts as hunger.
Then it becomes need.
Then it becomes override everything just don’t lose this.
And that’s where it gets dangerous not just for the submissive spiraling, but for anyone holding the other end of that dynamic.
Because let’s be very clear
If you’re a Dominant and you don’t recognize sub frenzy, you are either inexperienced or you’re part of the problem.
Frenzy is loud if you know what to look for.
It’s the rushed attachment.
The “I’ll do anything” energy way too early.
The collapsing boundaries.
The constant seeking of approval like oxygen.
The way they mold themselves to you before you’ve even proven you’re safe to hold that kind of power.
That is not a green light.
That is a warning flare.
A submissive in frenzy is not in a grounded place to consent cleanly, to negotiate clearly, or to advocate for themselves when something goes wrong. Their “yes” can be soaked in fear of losing you instead of genuine desire.
And if you take advantage of that if you push, escalate, or feed off that desperation without slowing them down?
That’s not dominance.
That’s exploitation with a title.
A real D type doesn’t just take control they manage the state of the person they’re engaging with. They watch for the cracks. They check in. They pull things back when the energy gets unstable, even if it would be easier and more gratifying not to.
Sometimes the most dominant thing you can do is say,
“Stop. Breathe. We’re not moving forward like this.”
Because power without responsibility is just dressedup harm.
But here’s the part people don’t like to hear:
Even with awareness, even with check-ins, even with good intentions sometimes a dynamic still turns toxic.
Maybe the submissive stays in frenzy and refuses to ground.
Maybe the Dominant starts enjoying the control a little too much and stops caring about impact.
Maybe communication breaks down and what started as connection turns into damage.
When that happens, you don’t “push through.”
You don’t “fix it with more intensity.”
You don’t cling harder like that’s going to magically make it healthy.
You leave.
Yeah leave.
I don’t care how good it felt at the start.
I don’t care how strong the pull is.
I don’t care how rare you think it is.
If the dynamic is harming you mentally, emotionally, physically you step out of it like your sanity matters more than the connection.
Because it does.
Staying in something toxic and calling it devotion is just a slower way to self-destruct.
And for the submissives drowning in that frenzy spiral:
You are not “failing” by pulling back.
You are not “less submissive” for needing stability.
You are not weak for choosing yourself over a dynamic that’s eating you alive.
And for the Dominants:
If someone is unraveling in your hands and your response isn’t to steady them but to tighten your grip?
You need to check yourself before you wreck someone.
Because this isn’t a game of who can fall the hardest.
It’s about who can hold power without turning it into a weapon.
Sub frenzy will make you forget that.
Grounded connection will remind you.
And if you have to choose between being consumed or being whole?
You already know the right answer.
Even if it hurts like hell to act on it.
Well as the Whitesnake song says...here I go again. My back surgery has to be redone, well at least part of it. One of the stainless steel screws has begun to migrate, and has gone far enough it is touching My spinal cord. So far the surgeon says there is no damage according to the CT scan but it is only a matter of time that's why he has the day already set and has ordered a push on all the pre op tests. I'm fact I am going today in just a few hours to get them done. Hopefully they are all done and there are no follow up tests or extra ones required. Wish Me luck folks.... Here I go again!!! LOL I am having a fun break until 2th January then back to manuscript editing.
4th January I reintroduce keto and steps, later back to yoga. I can't wait to get supple and increase my stamina again. February I will back weight training, I have all sorts of free weight dumbells in my home so I can concentrate on reps before form to rebuild what went last year.
No suitable driving submissives, as all that applied were newbie bottoms, when it's two years experience in BDSM, FLR and driving/having a car I want. I miss the web site Servants4U for that site had plenty of respectful gentleman submissive guys with at least five years experience. But many left the community once covid hit and haven't returned. What a pity.
Today I am off to the nail salon so new pics of my nails will likely be on Fetlife.com for those who enjoy a Lady with carefully manicured nails. What a New Year 2024 is in store! Make it a fun one now!! What respect means to me
Respect is a versatile word in that it has multiple meanings depending on use.
I mostly see the word respect by the definition to place high or having great esteem or admiration.
This form of respect is something that can not be given, nor can it be taken away as noble words and deeds must earn it.
A second aspect of the word respect is giving consideration or special attention.
I do not like to use respect in this way. I prefer to use the word courtesy instead as it is more often viewed more favorably by audience, especially in the bdsm community
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. Captive Desire
The night was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the house settling. Olivia Bennett sighed, shutting her laptop with a soft click. Midnight again. She stretched, rolling the tension from her shoulders, and glanced around the empty house.
Jake was away on business. Connor was at a sleepover.
It was just her.
And then—a sound.
A soft, deliberate thud from the garage.
Her pulse spiked. She sat still, listening, waiting. The house held its breath.
Another sound—this time a scrape, like something dragging across concrete.
Her heart hammered as she stood. Probably nothing. A box falling, the wind knocking over the broom—something harmless.
Still, she grabbed her phone and padded downstairs, flicking on the hallway light. The garage door loomed ahead.
She hesitated.
Then, hand trembling, she unlocked it and stepped into the cool, dimly lit space.
The scent of motor oil and dust filled her nose. Her car sat untouched. The shelves were undisturbed. Everything looked normal.
A sigh of relief left her lips—
And then the light went out.
Darkness swallowed her.
The shift in the air was immediate.
A presence.
Her breath hitched.
Before she could move, strong arms wrapped around her, yanking her back against a hard, unyielding chest. A gloved hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her scream.
Hot breath tickled her ear.
“Shhh,” a low, masculine voice murmured. “Don’t fight it.”
Her pulse slammed against her ribs.
She struggled, kicking, thrashing—but he was too strong.
A thick cloth pressed to her mouth, something sickly sweet invading her senses. Her limbs grew heavy. The world tilted.
Darkness.
She woke to a whisper against her skin.
The air was thick, warm, carrying the scent of something rich—cologne, leather, danger.
She stirred, wrists bound above her, ankles tied to the posts of a bed—his bed.
Her breath caught.
The room was dim, candlelit, casting flickering shadows against dark wooden walls.
And then—him.
A man, clad in all black, standing at the foot of the bed. A mask hid his face, smooth and featureless, but his presence was commanding.
Powerful.
He trailed a gloved hand down her leg, slow, possessive.
“I’ve been watching you, Olivia,” he murmured. “Waiting for the right moment.”
A shiver coursed through her.
She should be terrified. She was terrified. But beneath the fear, something darker stirred. Something she didn’t want to name.
He knew.
His fingers traced the delicate lace of her nightgown, teasing along the hem.
“I wonder,” he mused, voice velvety, “how long you’ll resist before you give in.”
She swallowed hard. “I—I won’t.”
He chuckled, low and knowing. “No?”
His hand moved higher.
Her breath hitched.
Her body betrayed her.
Heat pooled in her core, a flush rising to her skin.
He leaned closer, breath fanning over her lips. “Your body says otherwise.”
She turned her face away, but he caught her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze—though she couldn’t see his eyes, she felt his dominance.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.
She parted her lips—
But the words never came.
He hummed in approval. “That’s what I thought.”
And then his mouth was on her, claiming her.
Possessive. Insatiable.
A captor. A stranger. A master of her pleasure.
And she let him take her.
Over.
And over.
Until she forgot what it felt like to be free.
They both took the training sessions seriously. One hour, every Saturday morning, when he stopped by freshly showered on the way home from the gym. She'd be awake, browsing porn in bed, hungrily awaiting his arrival.
She had spent her early adulthood living within the confines of strict parents, and only now was she finally out on her own, with her own place where she could indulge the fantasies she'd harbored for years.
But now she was nervous. Would she be too inexperienced? Would the men laugh at her? She wanted practice first.
He knew a good arrangement when he found it. He didn't ask for anything more than the agreement provided. He was discreet. He encouraged her progress, talked her through her doubts, and unleashed her long-hidden needs.
Most of all, he had the stamina to hold out until she'd completed her lesson. He knew how to communicate exactly what he wanted.
Each week they'd review her lessons from the past week, and then he'd teach her a new technique or variation. He taught her to use her tongue, use her lips, to make it last, to swallow, to clean up every drip, and to make eye contact when she thanked him afterwards.
She'd been mediocre at first, of course, but now after only two months he was a reasonable cocksucker. Maybe even a good one. Her inexperience meant she was a blank slate, with no bad habits.
Soon she'd be an extraordinary ball drainer. Her future partners and husband would benefit from her training for decades to come. Sissification: being dressed in an exaggerated style of feminine clothing, with lots of lace and ruffles, or in something like a maid's uniform. Often involves humiliation for dressing this way. Not my jam, especially not humiliation.
Feminization: learning to dress and prepare (i.e. makeup) as a woman does.
Forced feminization: the fantasy of not having a choice to dress as a woman. Frequently involves humiliation and emasculating language. Not my jam.
It may have taken nearly two years but the world is back and so am I.
Very excited to meet you!
Let's chat.
So here I am, into my 60s. I've been coming to this website for about 10 years and I don't know why but I keep coming back. I stayed away for a while and then recently decided to update some fotos. And lately I've been getting attention from straight men who are interested in having a fag/sub/slave to use for their pleasure.
It's great. I'm 100% gay and have been since I can remember. And I love almost all aspaspects of dominance and submission, but I have always been attracted to dominant heterosexual men who enjoy using a good, reliable cocksucker. I've had ongoing cocksucker relationships with several along the way and it's always been gratifying for me, and I hope for them.
One man required me to keep my mouth on his cock for our entire meeting. He'd watch straight porn in a big easy chair while I sucked him. If he spoke I had to answer him with a mouth full of his cock. He'd let me relax my jaws every once in a while, and then back on I'd go.
There was another who liked to secure my hands behind my back while I sucked. Another who would stop by after drinking a Big Gulp so he could empty his bladder in me. Those were just the most memorable.
I was just there to be a sexual servant, to be used for someone's pleasure. And that's where I get my pleasure. From making men feel taken care of and satisfied. And if a straight man wants me to suck his dick, it's an honor I don't take lightly.
I've been back and forth, since before Thanksgiving , with the contract I have on a cabin In WV.
Unfortunately the agent was a flake.
Over the years , I've bought and sold homes. This agent was a hot mess.
Finally had to get the broker involved, and replace the her.
The present one is on the ball.
D and I drove to the cabin and he checked it top to bottom.
There were concerns from the home inspection, and he calmed my mind. He said the place had great bones, the windows were all in good shape, the hot water heater was two years old , gas furnace will out live me, metal roof is fairly new...
There is a cottage on the property, off the back set back from the cabin. Its about eight hundred sq. feet , plus a screened in front porch! Perfect for my father, and he can't fall off.
It has a kitchen, dining room, living room, bedroom and full bath.
It too has a new metal roof.
Added an addendum for a few things, we'll see if they accept or counter.
Saying a little prayer and crossing my fingers.
M. Let’s stop pretending this is rare.
Predators exist in the kink community for the same reason they exist anywhere power and vulnerability intersect.
Because some people see trust and think “opportunity.”
And before someone gets defensive, let’s clear something up:
Predators are not always the creepy outsider everyone avoids.
Sometimes they’re the respected Dom.
Sometimes they’re the “experienced” submissive.
Sometimes they’re the educator, the mentor, the person who has “been around forever.”
Predatory behavior isn’t defined by gender, role, or years in the lifestyle.
It’s defined by how someone behaves when they think nobody will challenge them.
And the easiest people to target?
Newcomers.
Because new people want to learn.
They want to belong.
They assume experienced people know what they’re doing.
Predators know that.
So the playbook starts.
First comes the love bombing.
“You’re special.”
“You have real submissive energy.”
“I normally don’t take beginners but you’re different.”
Then comes skipping negotiation.
Suddenly limits, safewords, and risk discussion are treated like unnecessary formalities.
“Real submissives don’t need to negotiate everything.”
Right.
Because negotiation creates accountability, and predators hate accountability.
Then comes isolation.
“People here won’t understand our dynamic.”
“Don’t talk to others about what we do.”
Isolation removes witnesses.
And predators hate witnesses almost as much as they hate boundaries.
Then comes the real classic: gaslighting.
When someone says a line was crossed, the predator rewrites reality.
“You agreed to that.”
“You asked for it.”
“You’re just struggling with submission.”
No.
That’s manipulation.
And let’s address one of the biggest lies predators love telling:
“A real submissive wouldn’t question their Dom.”
Bullshit.
Submission is consensual power exchange, not a psychological hostage situation.
Anyone telling you that you lose the right to object once you’re “submissive enough” is waving a red flag so big it should blot out the sun.
And then there’s the final shield predators love hiding behind:
Reputation.
“They’ve been around forever.”
“They’ve done so much for the community.”
Cool.
None of that makes someone incapable of being a manipulative asshole.
Communities that protect reputations more than people create the exact environment predators thrive in.
So here’s the part newcomers need to hear clearly:
You can ask questions.
You can say no.
You can stop a scene immediately.
No dynamic removes that right.
No title overrides consent.
No one owns your autonomy.
And anyone who tries to convince you otherwise isn’t demonstrating dominance.
They’re demonstrating exactly why predators love environments where people are too polite to call them out.
Predators don’t survive because they’re clever.
They survive because communities stay quiet.
Stop doing that. I NEED A BITCH TO BUFF MY BOOTS
...and I'm willing to provide up to 56 orgasms for a job well done ( or, if you prefer...one good one that lasts up to 56 minutes )**
** Offer open to female residents and visitors to the tri-state area. No purchase necessary. Certain restrictions (to your movement) may be applied.
WARNING : May be habit forming
The heart lake is full to the brim and the ducks are making ripples along the surface. For the past few days as I drive around the bend and peek over, I've noticed this one duck sitting on the side. She hasn't moved at all, not a feather. There are eggs under there I am sure, and she's doing the nesting thing, protecting her precious cargo. I think about how I traded my heart lake back to nature, was it last year? And how everything is new. New water, new green growth, new life. I can't help but think there is a newness for me, too, and maybe just like that mama duck I need to be patient and nurturing. For me. For whatever is coming. Nature is still leaving me hearts, I see them in rocks, in leaves, in blossoms and pavement cracks. I like to think they are little notes to remind me I am not forgotten, and maybe something wonderful is on the way if I give it time to grow.
A thought
B S and M are the body of BDSM then the D is the breath.
Mew, this stray feline is going to be 38 at the end of 2025 -- it's sorry (sorry enough...?) that it's profile is so hard to read and is out of date!
The last time a change was made to its profile it wasn't able to reply to Anyone who wanted to hear from it, and this stray had to be mute for nearly two months while the website got around to approving the changes, mew...
To read its profile, simply highlight the text in your browser -- i'd fix everything if i could...!
Dreams
Everything is about our dreams
When we dreamers stop dreaming
The rest of you have no dreams left
Vi är för Altid
by
Kent
I Wonder Who We Are...
I often look at myself thru the eyes of my mind. Who do I **think** I am? Who do I want to be? Who am I? What am I?
I wonder how many others take the time to self-reflect like this? I try to do this weekly.
Sometimes late at night as I bask in the quiet night’s arms I find my mind drifting to the day gone by. I replay the days events and scrutinize my actions at times.
TODAY, did I live my life to my best potential? The gift of life I was given is a treasure that we so often under value. It's easy to get caught up in the daily struggles that inflict us as we sometimes dredge thru the day thankful it's over. Guilty! After all we are all human.
In a world filled with hate, selfishness, struggles and woes sometimes its all we can do not to scream. Allow a blood curling sound to exit our lungs, travel up our throats picking up momentum as it exits our lips with a shiver echoing thru the darkness to find no respite.
A primal sound that perhaps evolved from our primal ancestors to never develop or change in the millions of years gone by.
Signaling our frustrations and every other imaginable negative energy that exists within us today. As we yearn to release it all allowing them to somehow be absorbed into the cosmos, never to return. A cry for help perhaps? Perhaps.
Perhaps it's just an evacuation of all that we resent exiting us hoping we can fill the vacancy with the positive. I like to think that's the case with me. But as I look around each day, looking for positive energy, from my fellow man I am left starving. Wanting to see more beauty I can absorb to act as my muse. Guiding me to be a better me as it motivates me to want to feed love back into the world.
But alas, it has become a daunting task. Disappointment abounds the empty caverns of my heart and mind. Have we become so shallow as a society that the only thing that now defines us is instant and momentary self gratification? Often at the expense of others. Is this what thousands of centuries of evolution has led us to? NAY I say! Not I today!
Unable to find it readily at the hand of my two legged peers I turn to nature. I find myself being blindly led to the pasture where my four legged friends reside. I hear their whinnies as they see me approaching. Running towards me anxious to see me. Besides me walks my fury four legged best friend. My canine soul mate who has dedicated his life to unselfishly and unconditionally love me. To never leave me no matter what I do or how I treat him. He is bound for life to me.
Arriving closer to the gate a thunderous echo of stampeding hooves envelopes the air. Filling my ears with its roar as it approaches closer.
Standing on the lush green carpet of grass I am surrounded by these four legged majestic creatures that so easily could do me harm. My smaller companion eyeing them carefully under his protective gaze.
Wet nuzzles against my hands searching for treats. This action is common place here. All fighting for my attention as there are so many and I am only but one. The creative one among the group, finding no need to challenge the rest for the position of my hands. He quietly walks up behind me. I am made aware of his presence among the distraction as I feel rubbing against my back. His side turned head using my back as a scratching post to satisfy his itch?
No my friends that is not the self centered case of this half ton creature. He is saying, "Daddy I am here. I missed you. Where have you been?" He is most certainly not the alpha but nor is he the omega. He falls somewhere in between the alphabetically defining realm of personality letters.
Turning to let him know I acknowledge his presence with rubs I manage just a few. The other horses quickly pushing him away to look to my moving hands for what they desire. Treats and rewards to fill their already fat full bellies. Yet he stands alone a mere stones toss away watching.
Reaching into my pockets I retrieve a handful of treats. Allowing the surrounding herd to acknowledge them with their keen sense of smell I toss them in the opposite direction of my inamorato who stands there with no desire to chase such petty treats. The rest of the herd now busy vying to retrieve the hand tossed delicacies he approaches me. I hold his head against me with love and affection. It is as much his fuel as it is my own. I turn to exit, followed at a respectable distance by my adoring and adored friend.
Holding it open signaling him the permission he seeks to exit the field and the others who physically resemble him.
As the three of us stand there, me enjoying and soaking up the moment, I can't help but observe. Acknowledging and absorbing the actions that just took place. My plotted journey observed and responded to. The actions and reactions as I entered. The easily manipulated distraction I created that all but one fell prey to.
His dedication to follow me outside his defined boundaries and the company of the others physically like him who have near matching DNA.
His choice to leave the safety of his peers signals to me that he finds safety and comfort in my company. His trust in me that I always have and always will be his caregiver, his provider, his protector fills my now empty heart.
The many journeys we have traveled together since his birth are safely tucked away in my mind. Easily retrieved to reminisce upon when needed. As I stand there admiring this majestic creature of God before me my mind retrieves from the filing cabinet labeled with his name. Quickly sorting thru day 3 of his birth begins to play.
He is laying curled upon a stack of hay within a stall of the barn. His protective mother standing guard over him. Her ears pinned back warning anyone that intends to do him harm to stay away. Her eyes soften and ears relax as she recognizes me as the source of the sound. Carefully not to startle the sleeping foal I slowly approach. His mother content with who the human visitor is allows me safe passage.
I find myself first sitting next to him admiring his beauty. Astounded by the miracle of birth that he is. His soft breathing seen in the way the straw beneath his nose moves back and forth as he inhales and exhales so gently. Leaning in closer to touch him I look at his guardian looking down at me as if silently asking for her permission to get closer. When I see no warnings of alarm in her I move my hand gently running it across his neck.
His days old fur so soft I am jealous not to have something as comforting as this to sleep upon myself. He releases a soft sigh as if finding comfort in my loving strokes.
Now realizing that the submissive love his mother has given me extends to the trust of her new born, I inch closer. Soon I find myself laying along side his tiny body. Curled up next to him I drape an arm over him. Another soft sudden exhale of breath reaches my ears. Is he communicating his pleasure in feeling my warm body against? Is he capable of such a thought process?
I lay there for what feels like hours pressed against him. Only to realize as he begins to finally stir that it’s only been 10 minutes by my watches time.
Emancipated from this world lost in head space I return the the physical by his movement.
He turns his head, in what seems to be, a search to find the source of his sighs. I softly look into his eyes hoping he can peer into my own and see the love and adoration I have for him. THAT moment etched in my mind forever more NEVER to be lost or forgotten.
Slowly he rises as if not to harm me and stands over my still prone form. I find my heart overflowing with love. If only I could find this form of love in my own breed. His mother content that no harm will befall him under my watch, complete and loyal trust bestowed upon me finds comfort in our bond to now lay down herself.
Obviously exhausted by the ritual of birth and having to provide protection to her child. Her 1400 lb mass taking up much of the stall but careful not to invade my space.
Suddenly I find myself lost in thought.
Who do I think I am? Who do I want to be? Who am I? What am I? To THEM.
A brushing against my calf returns me to the world of today as the drawer filled memories are closed. In the universe of my mind I lost a momentary connection to this plane of existence.
My canine comrade standing now by my side waiting for direction. He looks at me then glances to the tack room and back at me. As if he is asking me, in the best way he knows, “Are we going for a ride?” my eyes look down at him as I rub his head. “Not today good boy. Today daddy just needed affirmation to who he is. My hearts full again. Thank you.”
“Go get him and let’s go back in. Daddy has work to do.”
Doing what he’s been taught to do under my caring tutelage he bounds off to bring back my blessed 4 legged gift. A simple double click from me, seeing his adopted brother heading his way, he knows its time to go back. With the look of a bowed head he walks to me as I rub his face and ears. I whisper in his ears, “Good boy.” As if content to hear these words he heads for the gate.
Opening the gate I let him return to his pasture mates where he looks like just another horse.
“Come on dog. Daddy has to go search for someone! “ he says as he turns to go back into the house.
Because now I know who and what I am. I know what I was meant to be. People may choose to participate in a consensual slave and Master/slave (M/s) household for a variety of reasons. Some may find power exchange and BDSM practices to be sexually and emotionally fulfilling. They may enjoy the feeling of submission and the pleasure that comes from serving and pleasing their partner. For some people, the BDSM lifestyle may be a way to explore their own desires and boundaries, and to express their individuality in a way that feels authentic to them.
Others may enjoy the structure and discipline of a M/s dynamic. They may find that this lifestyle allows them to feel more organized, productive and focus. It could also provide a sense of security, knowing that they have a strong leader who guides them and makes decisions for them.
Additionally, some people may find the roles and dynamics of a M/s household to be a way to explore and express their individuality. They may find that the lifestyle allows them to break free from societal norms and expectations, and to create a unique and fulfilling life for themselves.
It is important to note that M/s households are different from abusive relationships and coercion. The foundation of all is based on mutual consent, trust, and communication. In a M/s household, both parties must be aware of and agree to the terms of the dynamic and all activities must be consensual.
Ultimately, the motivations for participating in this type of lifestyle can be personal and unique to each individual. It is important to remember that everyone's experience and desires are different, and that there is no right or wrong way to participate in BDSM or a M/s lifestyle. My late wife whom I lost 10 years ago, loved bondage in many forms. On a trip to vegas I setup a situation to totally driver her mad..... We went out to a nice dinner very well dressed and a show. She attired as follows for it..... thigh boots well heeled, stocking with garters PVC Garter belt, a steel chastity belt no plugs, all under a leather mini skirt, tight strong pvc under bust corset well laced, pvc string bra, covered with a white satin blouse. She was my arm candy for the night. Needless to say she was whispering in my ear delicious thoughts, needs, desires, and beggings to be used. Being so bound and restricted via the chastity belt meant she was not able to effectively finger herself in the booth as we ate and had to endure the knowledge that I controlled her sex and its release. When we retired after some gambling and teasing by both of us, once in the room she seductively stripped her shirt and begged me to release her, i made her spread against window in the hotel room and released her chastity and held her firmly by the hair and ravished her to my pleasure..... that evening she stayed booted and corseted and skirted but bound at the feet and wrists... I took her 2x more that night and she crawled on me begging for cock and talking about how much she was made into a object of sexual pleasure. Some of us are born to serve.
I sought out alpha males online as a horny porn obsessed boy.
One of those Daddy's began to use me and fill me after weeks of convincing and guidance as I ackwowledged i wanted to get fucked not fuck and that I like the idea of having my pussy filled. Daddy Mark suggested household suppiies to penetrate my hole.
I began to jerk off with my clit over my mouth. I came into my mouth. I ate my cum.
Daddy Mark wanted to meet. After limited resistance Daddy Mark drove to my neighborhood late at night where I snuck out and met him in a quiet area a few blocks from my home. He directed me to wear only a tshirt and shorts and to approach his van. When he opened the door he told me to get in and remove my clothes and hand them to him. I did as told.
He filled both my holes. He fed me poppers as he showed me porn of twinks being bred.
I left knowing that I'd never do that again.
Two weeks later I did that again. This time in my youth baseball uniform. He filled me with my jock strap on.
"You're made to be a bottom bitch," Daddy Mark said. "You're the most eager bottom I've ever had."
Meeting 3 saw me sink deeper. I told my parents I'd be spending a weekend at a friends house but instead rode with Daddy Mark to his house, where a sex swing, basement playroom and two Daddys waited to make me their bitch.
I've slowly accepted I want to be a slave. Owned, taken, shaped, used.
I'm a sissy. Open to relcation, few limits, TPE and life free to be a slave.
The sub that craves the lack of choice- being taken and thoroughly controlled and used with no say in the matter at all. The only thing he can do is endure. What he's enduring also contains this enjoyable sexual experience. A passive psychology coupled with a body that is wired towards a more intense physical sensation - and he's the result.
He wants to submit, he wants to perform as expected, he needs to please and to be sure that he has. He is willing to go to great lengths to demonstrate how completely eager he is to give himself to another along with a deep need to be taken to that level.
He is a slave who craves the intense sexual sensation, the knowledge that he is giving great pleasure to another and to satisfy all the needs of the other, and through that he gains his satisfaction, pleasure, gratification and the positive sense of self as well as the ease and peace that comes from total surrender. The decision to become Owned is not one that should be taken lightly. It often involves completely giving up control of multiple aspects of your life including when you can use the bathroom. The concept of being Owned refers to a person who has surrendered themselves as personal property and freedoms and become the property or chattel of their Owner.
Making this commitment means that they have given the right for their Owner to exercise authority over them in some sense, within a relationship which could extend to full time, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
A submissive would likely to have agreed limits with the Owner prior to making the agreement.
A slaves only limits are those that the Owner sets for them if any. How is it July already ?
Finally starting back horse riding again five years since losing my heart horse. He now old enough to ride ❤️
Still sorting and about 80% moved in now last few big pieces. Lots of
unpacking to do yet.
Had fabulous night at HOMStudios and another planned this week cannot wait. Getting very into chastity and SPH again
i need a nice holiday once I sort my replacement passport 😊 Through the Lens of Rika: The Sophia-Michael Connection Unveiled
this piece is on the vibes of the soul lineage/shard/fractures of the sophia energy woman and the archangel michael guy. of course as it always is on my side of the internet. but this time it's about either the beginning of the relationship or what happens when one of us meet each other either online or in person but do not go through with initiating past a surface level connection. this is through the analysis of the song the others by rika. even the music video showcases this lovely too.
when a femme/women of any gender expression meets an archangel michael soul encoded guy fireworks spark. chemistry is there. and an underlying pull comes. it can be pretty clear to those who work with energy and all the signs that will come if it's just this dynamic going on or something more. there will be more signs/synchronicities/depth/alignment going on if they are supposed to be your woman and you are supposed to be their man....but each of these sophia's and michaels have an underlying current of spark, magnetism, and probably some type of attraction going on than other energetic signatures out there. just do. why? not sure i was given the esoteric awareness without the whys yet.
let's pull out the lyrics to start the incantation as usual shall we?
verse
We're not together but I feel like we're together
And you know what
That when you leave you're like a mission puzzle piece
'Cause you know
Yeah boy you know
pre-chorus
I try and try a million times
I wish that I could read your mind
Day to day I can't come back
I love the way
chorus
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you know you're nothing like the others, yeah
'Cause you can call me, put you on me
'Cause I'm all you need boy
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you're nothing like like the others
verse
I can be the lion, no one got you on my mind
It feels good, so good
Mhh, you're away I'm dreaming of those days
This is so good, so good
pre-chorus
I try and try a million times
I wish that I could read your mind
Day to day I can't come back
I love the way
chorus
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you know you're nothing like the others, yeah
'Cause you can call me, put you on me
'Cause I'm all you need boy
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you're nothing like the others
bridge
I can know myself, I can now myself, no one, no one knows
You know me so well, you know me so well, so let's lose ourselves
No, I can know myself, I can help myself, no one, no one knows
'Cause you, you know me so well, you know me so well, so let's lose ourselves
chorus
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you know you're nothing like the others, yeah
'Cause you can call me, put you on me
'Cause I'm all you need boy
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you're nothing like the others
outro
I can know myself, I can now myself
No, you know you're nothing like the others
You know me so well, you know me so well, yeah
'Cause you can call me, put you on me
'Cause I'm all you need boy
You know you're nothing like the others (Yeah boy, yeah boy)
You're nothing like the others
instead of starting at the beginning i want to start with the bridge.
"I can know myself, I can now myself, no one, no one knows
You know me so well, you know me so well, so let's lose ourselves
No, I can know myself, I can help myself, no one, no one knows
'Cause you, you know me so well, you know me so well, so let's lose ourselves"
sophia again is the archetype of the original source of women that comes from knowledge knowing the foresight the ability to understand what is going on..a deep awareness of the future the deep ability to see ahead of the present and to tap into past present and all directions of awareness right?
this song says, i can know myself.
she knows HERSELF first....only by knowing herself can she understand what she sees around her. and in knowing herself she sees her outside world clearly.
through seeing her outside world clearly, i typo-ed outself.....i think that's a spiritual interesting typical..outside of the self....anyway through that she can clearly understand how other mens energies around her work. and she can seek the michael aura and how it looks in the sphere of men vs. the other energy and archangel qualities men carry. and if a man doesn't have angelic energy what that looks like as well.
unless you have the ability through whatever your psychic strength is to see it, no one else might be able to pick up on what you see. and then, no one might know or the average person might not know what you are picking up on.
not only that...no one will know yourself more than you. and through knowing yourself, you can see how deep this michael uses his golden boy the lead of the angel's keen tactical warrior senses to hone in on you. to see beyond what most men would not go into understanding. and because of your awareness of yourself and others, you see how heavy this man is going in on you. and for these michael men they sniff out women like me, like my sisters in a way they can just pick up on nuances that many would take longer to get.
michael and sophia after all are the same soul cyrstal if you will broken between two gender energy expressions. and now that we have the masculine and the feminine in different bodies it can often look in a multitude of ways...and this dark starseed archetype of the two spreads the way this looks into more finite details. a core of shared basics but things people might deem as 'too separate' simply different variables to figure out which way is the most optimal at once.
once she uses her knowledge and sees you....she's ready regardless of what the outside world or other appearances say to lose herself in you! why?
because she found your energy signature and essence.
YOU'RE NOTHING LIKE THE OTHERS!!!!
the song opens up in a fanfare brass moment. and it has cheers and celebratory vibes. this also goes into a vibe of fanfare of winning a war/battle spoils that would come naturally for an archangel michael masculine energy and her coming To be considered for any position in this household one must be currenly employed, have a career, or permenent income, because anyone who join the household must have health insurance, yes auto insurence if you bring a car or truck.
To be a member of this household one must continue to be enployed, have career income or permemant income with health insurance.
Yes we do too.
My slave wife of 21 years wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for good health insurence. No not covid related. Covid sucked, but it was easy this time. a lot of people think because you have a submissive side you don't have a voice , you just submit blindly, so do, I don't, if I find a Dom, who have the same fetishes I do or similar, then , it's time to chat and find out what the rules are , and talk them through, come to an agreement then go from there you can always say no. To something your not happy with. And enjoy. When you have the Dom of your passion, you will do what pleases and pleasures you both Where does one begin to find a subject for a journal entry, when one does not ordinarily journal?
This being a lifestyle site, i find reading others profiles and journals is akin to going out and finding people at munch's or parties and getting to read their minds. Journals are where so many post their / our thoughts and desires. I suppose it's the desires that many post, if they aren't just sounding off on all that vexes them.
W/we all want to find someone to belong to or belong with. (which side of the / do W/we live). I have mentioned in many posts, not just here, but in the rare journal or diary entries scattered through the devices i have owned, that i found the collar from this site. or when it was Collarme at the time. The time belonging to and growing again as a person, not just as a submissive,were the most special of my life. Finding joy in your life is important. How we find that joy varies immensely. my own discovery of belonging to someone (at that time a couple) gave me back a spark of joy that has carried me to where i am in the local community.
Do not lag in finding joy! I see many who live in their fantasy only in their minds, not realizing that all we desire and hope for is out there. Waiting for us to find it, accept it and be thankful for it becoming part of our life.
my own cravings for certain activites are again looking for an outlet. This is not a plea, just putting out there that a willing bondage subject and, now out of the closet, cross dresser, hopes to find people who, together, we can enjoy something together.
That's about all for now. Be safe out there and feel free to reach out to those you find interesting or want to learn more from.
@}-- Sister Ida
aka boytom I have had several recent offers FROM submissive girls that want to travel to Me for something long term on a trial weekend from the US to Germany and start things off by doing a Our laundry naked and cooking for Us TO slave girls and couples where they want to be My property and the hubby of the couple offers the wife to Me and for public use at a club also as My property.
I encourage this and I know where the local clubs are near Me. girls and couples keep in mind I also have a bi sub that also needs to be served so We want girls that are or will be trained to be bi. And then, We would want a couple with the hubby is straight and the wife is up for anything bi, straight, or doesn't matter to her. There is a frog that has been in my garage for over a week, at least. When I first noticed him I tried scooting him out with a broom and he went in the wrong direction. Of course. The next morning when I pulled my car out he was under the car so I grabbed a shovel and started to move him towards the open door and then he hopped ON MY FOOT and took off underneath stuff. I have been touched by a frog. Did I scream? Yes. Did he leave? No. I hadn't seen him all week, and then yesterday I was moving something and he was right there, like Norman Bates's mother in the chair. I screamed. He went under the car. This morning, same deal. Tried to scoot him out with the shovel and he went in the wrong direction. You guys, I think he lives here now. Seems no matter how much heartache you have been through, you trust in someone only for them to turn on you like a rabit dog.
All with the sole premise you have to pay for what youve done. Yet I have been accountable for My actions. So much in fact, I have given Myself My own life sentence.
But this person played like they were in My corner and had My back only to be plotting against Me. So you can believe what you want. But they only trying to destroy what they cant have the way they want. Master's WritingsSadomasochistic Play and the Importance of ConnectionIt is too easy when participating in Sadomasochistic play of any kind, be it impact, pain play or any other of the associated fetishes, for the experience to become emotionally and even physically disconnected between partners - the Sadist becoming consumed by their connection to their tool (whip, cane, etc), the precision of their strikes, the technique used, and the masochist becoming lost in the enormity of the sensation, the loss of physical control as the pain increases and the anticipation of the next strike. As both become lost in their own world within the scene, it is easy to experience a loss of connection between them as the scene progresses.I find that maintaining or even working to build greater connection during such play is one of the most important things I can do as a Sadist and a Dominant. For me as a Sadist, who is also a Dominant and a Daddy, I find that there exists a uniquely rich opportunity to be a caring and connected Sadist, through physical contact, the use of voice and deliberate and careful observation that goes beyond the safety aspaspects during a scene are very important in changing a sadomasochistic scene from something done to the masochist to a shared experience that binds rather than separates.In all my play, regardless of the fetish, I seek to create experiences that enrich, nourish and build relationship. While not every scene or situation can accomplish these every time, they remain a goal I strive for whenever possible. 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...
Reading people posting in their journal about various system errors here
Then reading others complain about people's profiles not being honest, where the profile says they are ready to relocate but they aren't or where the profile says they are into something but they are not willing to do that.
Now wondering if some of that is also system bugs.
Like the people who list as one sexual orientation but when you look at their Looking For it's in conflict with their stated gender and orientation, including when it's cis.
Now just found someone's journal and then their profile says, QUOTE: I sometimes accidentally add someone to my favorites. Because I read your profile it means nothing. I accidentally tap a profile. END OF QUOTE
I believe her. So there's errors and slips of the finger and typos and some system bugs. But that said, there's definitely lots of less than honest profiles too
Or forgetfulness. Here's a challenge, post your favorite or else your top 3 examples of things from profiles but they should be funny, to lighten the mood, not infuriating things, would be my suggestion. My own example is I have seen literally DOZENS of profiles that have a few words and saying they just joined and then they say they will quote SOON... soon they promise, they'll add more details..
Then you look at their profile and it's been here for years and years... haha. If it was just a handful okay but so many say that, they say they just joined and will add more very soon, but no updates. Or course I also hear about approval taking months for profile revisions so mabye that gets folks to be reluctant to update their profile. I'm reluctant myself for same said reason.. Updating your age on here will not put your profile in the queue to be reapproved so long as that's the ONLY thing you're updating. Profile about me's being updated and or photos being uploaded, will.
Putting this out there because I see a lot of people saying they don't update their ages due to being put in profile limbo mode, and it's simply not true. I've updated my age here for awhile now, every year on my birthday, and it has never caused my profile to go back into the pending approval queue. What I seek, what I need, is for someone to take me and absolutely crush me...break me down completely, physically, mentally, sexually...push my boundaries. Bend me over, take my ass...fuck me hard. Talk to me, tell me how you're owning me, tell me what you're going to do to me. Call me names.
So often I see BDSM porn where the "slave/sub" is completely into the "torture"..."oh yes, more master/mistress! More!" and that is so far off-base from what I seek. I shouldn't want it. Ideally, you've broken me to the point where I'm doing it to avoid worse punishment. "If you don't do _____, then _____ will happen." I should be dreading it...crying, begging, pleading for my master/mistress to stop. Begging a master not to cum in me or in my mouth. Begging a mistress to stop before I bleed. The earth shattering orgasm should belong to THEM, not ME.I get messages on here from so many straight masters...who tell me that they're going to branch out and that they're into what I seek. Then they quietly fade away. And the search goes on. New year.. Waiting to see what 2022 brings.. Seeing a asian boy in couple weeks.. He contacted me.. After exchanging some messages.. He pretty much fits my criteria.. He had really short hair ,however could tell was thick.. He will send me a picture when this hair grows out a bit for approval before coming to get used..He is really into being throat fucked however he had not had a dom over 5 inches.. Says he may gag quite a bit till he learns to take me... Told him that work's out every well since I am into gag the fag scenarios..He will be my very first asian boy.. He had not been used since his previous master released him in 2019..Perhaps since he is in his 50's and most doms don't like older subs..Last time I spoke with him was early january.. 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! AcadaMay CFNM Ladies Cocktail Party - Saturday February 121st 19.00-23.00
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 cocktails and enjoying the entertainment.
Come & join the the AcadaMay CFNM Ladies' Cocktail Party for an evening 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 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. I first read something last night that I've wanted to find a way to express for years. I'm decent with words so this was a gem for me to find.
So many dominants think they are dominant when really they are service tops. They mislabeled themselves.
What I get pleasure from and get off on doesn't work IF your primary motivation is to please me or you do what I want you to do.
"I get off on you getting off" does NOT get me off.
What's in a name?
Obligatory attention getting headline: Every time you say your Dom's name, you reinforce everything he is to you.
I've been in this life for a long time now. I've been called many things, from Master/Daddy to everything else under the sun. What you call your Dom isn't just a cute pet name, it reinforces what he is to you every time you say it. Each name means something different, and when you use it, you’re shaping the dynamic between you and your owner. So here's what these names mean both to you, and to Them.
Sir
Lets start with the basics. Here is how and when to use your Dom's name: - Yes, Sir - No, Sir - Please, Sir - Thank you, Sir - Sorry, Sir - Sir, may i... Sir is an honorary given to any random Dom out of respect to the position, not necessarily the person. Should the individual in the Dom position lose your respect, you may stop referring to him with that honorary title. The respect must be lost though, saying "it must be earned" is no excuse.
While some, after collaring, choose to keep calling their Dom "Sir", most choose a new title that more clearly emphasizes their relationship roles.
Master
When you call your owner Master, you’re telling him you want to feel possessed, controlled, and kept. It’s the title you choose to call your owner when surrender is what you crave, handing yourself over fully and feeling the thrill of being someone else's prized possession.
Daddy
When you call your owner Daddy, you’re asking for more than just authority. you’re asking for safety, nurturing, and guidance. It’s discipline wrapped in comfort. You’re saying, “I’m yours, but I’m also protected.” For many, that mix of strength and softness is exactly what they need. There’s often a paternal craving behind it too, which is nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. Embrace your desire to be cared for, corrected, and cherished the way only a protective father could.
my Lord
When you call your owner my Lord, you’re putting him above you. Not just as your Dominant, but as someone you revere. It’s about hierarchy, about structure, about finding peace in knowing your place beneath his dominion. It’s old-fashioned, sure, but it carries a kind of ritual weight that can be deeply grounding.
Sire
When you call your owner Sire, you’re giving him the tone of nobility, but it’s not quite the same as My Lord. My Lord is reverent, almost worshipful; it places him above you in a way that feels ceremonial, tied to the safety you find in his dominion. Sire, on the other hand, leans heavier into command and authority. It’s the word subjaspects would use for a king, not just a nobleman, but the one who rules, whose word carries absolute weight. Where My Lord can feel romantic or devotional, Sire feels sharper, more commanding. Saying it is like kneeling at the foot of the throne and swearing loyalty, not just offering service.
Mister (Lastname)
When you call your owner Mr. , you’re looking at him as a figure of moral authority. It’s like the strict teacher who praises when you do well and corraspects you when you don’t. You live for his approval, and you fear his disappointment. Punishment becomes penance; obedience becomes devotion.
Vicar
When you call your owner Vicar, you’re placing him in the role of a guide, someone who leads you not just with rules, but with care. It’s a name that carries a sacred weight. Correction feels like absolution, rules feel like doctrine, and obedience becomes something almost holy. You’re not just following him, you’re finding both forgiveness and salvation through him.
Maestro
This is usually for the more latin-oriented as Maestro is a Spanish name. The slave who called me this was a beautiful Nicaraguan who I had named "bonita". When you call your owner Maestro, you’re seeing him not just as someone in control, but as someone creating something with that control. Maestron litterally translates to "Teacher", but think conductor, artist, master craftsman. Think of yourself as a blank canvas, and your owner as the one who will shape you.
Every name you choose carries weight:
Sir is about respect, and the starting point before a deeper title is chosen.
Master is about possession.
Daddy is about protection and nurturing.
My Lord is about reverence.
Sire is about command, your loyalty sworn to a ruler whose word is absolute.
Mr. Lastname is about moral authority.</
A piece I stole from another profile.
Slavery is not about control; Slavery is about letting go. Slavery is not about what is done to you; Slavery is about what you do for others. Slavery is not about abuse; Slavery is about acceptance. Slavery is not about proving anything; Slavery is about being real. Slavery is not about contempt; Slavery is about respect. Slavery is not about how you look; Slavery is about how much you care. Slavery is not about denying yourself; Slavery is about being open. Slavery is not about bondage; Slavery is about freeing your spirit. Slavery is not about punishment; Slavery is about discipline. Slavery is not about being unable to escape; Slavery is about being committed. Slavery is not about submission; Slavery is about obedience. Slavery is not about fear; Slavery is about trust. Building a Shared Language
Have you ever thought about the inherently flawed nature of language? What is the purpose of language?
At the most basic level language is the attempt to take what is in my mind and communicate it to your mind. Much like the phone game this process is always going to be extremely imprecise. Words are concepts. I'm going to take a string of concepts as I understand them add modifiers and conditionals and then you are going to interpret those based upon your understanding of those concepts and modifiers.
Take even the simplest of words. If I say a "tree", basically everyone understands essentially what I mean but not exactly. There are many different kinds of trees, they look very different from each other, they have different characteristics and quirks, different kinds grow in different areas of the world. I'm am in a more rural environment than say NYC is. Something tells me my relationship to the word "tree" is going to be much different from someone who grew up in an urban area. My mind makes different connections and ties different emotions, I'll picture something slightly different than every single person who hears me use the word.
That's just for a relatively objective word like tree. What happens when we start getting into more esoteric concepts. Submission, wow talk about a word that can have so many meanings, so many different emotions and thoughts around it. The internet has been great in so many ways but it has also created a sort of collective consciousness, many words have been loaded up with toxic baggage. I like to talk about breaking a sub, but I don't mean it in the way you keep hearing it, the way the last 20 toxic people have used it.
Thinking about the next few months...
After September, I may have the opportunity to "go into hiding" so to speak. In other words, as long as I have internet access to do my remote work, I should be able to travel and stay pretty much anyplace for 1 to 2 weeks without interruption.
I'd love to find time to serve someone as "deeply" as possible.
I know folks often fantasize about 24/7/365 locked in a cell, etc, but the reality is that's impractical. But for a long weekend, a week, perhaps.
Have you ever thought about having a slave at your complete mercy for some fixed amount of time. We'd negotiate certain hard limits beforehand, but other than that, I'd let you have your way with me, even if it's not something I'd want or enjoy.
For example forced-bi, smoking, are a hard limits. Not going to happen. Not my thing.
Ball-kicking... I absolutely HATE it.. I'll do almost anything (except cross hard limits) to avoid it. But... I'd suffer it, simply because I'd want to put your pleasure first.
Obviously we'd have to get to know each other first, but if there is a connection spark, even for just a short period of time I'd love to see what we could do.
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
I am less and less impressed with doms on this site. I keep seeing all these profiles about "there are so many game players!!!" and "I'm looking for something REAL!!!"..."I don't tolerate LIARS!!!"
So ok...you're intolerant of game players, sick of liars. I tell you the truth. I am right up front with the good, the bad, the ugly. You can read through my journal and see that. I understand I am not anyone's idea of physical perfection. I've stated that over and over again. So we get to a certain point, you're impressed with how much I seem to understand the role of a sub/slave...and then...despite this, boom...you suddenly ghost. No explanation, no response...just. ghost.
I understand that you're playing the role of the big bad dom and you have to maintain this BS, including a first email saying something like "KNEEL SLAVE!!" right off the bat instead of a "hey...how are you? Nice profile...etc." However, it's simple human decency..."I'm sorry, you're very cool, but I don't feel like you're something I'm looking for." Especially after a slew of messages back and forth.If you're tired of liars and game players, then don't be one of the fools lying or playing games and wasting peoples' time and emotions. OK OK OK OK OK OOOOOKAYY Attn: MASTERS /OWNERS
i offically have the funds to get me anywhere in the united states i think. if you dont know me by now i have been seeking and owner /master to spend the rest of our times together. with that been said allow me to tell you ALLL about me incase your intrested in onwing a sissy pet. (Ps. excuse any grammer erros and or misspelling)
MY NAME IS MATEO OCAMPO AKA: MAKAYLA ERMOSA..
i am currently 24 going on 25 on april 9. i am average to fit build. hmmm lemmie see well im an aries but a very unique on... since my characteristics lean towards leading and what not and knowing i am not one to assume a leadership rolll anything that over powers me. enslaves me or take the ability away to do what i want TURNS ME THE HECK ON!!! i crave it dramatically lol
knowing that ive develoed a sumissive personality and beacame a really really obidient little sissy property piece not to mention my youth and sexy boddy heeehee .....--- hmm this isnt coming out to well so ill stop right here and will rewrite on this topic when i get a spontaioius streak of the proper thought and bettter explained
nevertheless for now here you go please feel free to ask away just if you can possable make it a multiplle choice questions lol it would help me answer better lol
umm but yea long story short:
i have money to buy a ticket and go anywhere in the US i am a very willing kind obident sexxy little play thing looking to be owned. i am very adaptable and could be molded into literally LITERALLY anything you desire and pretty dam good at it too lol ( i could just tell ) :)
so imagnin haveing a sexii little thing in the palm of your hands.. within a few weeks of training you have a very willing enthousiastic sissy toy doing exactly what you crave exactlly the way you crave it. sound yummy huh lol
so freaken florida is making it hard to obtain HRT and since i stopped before the bill went into place theres even more hurtles to get them :( it sucks so bad i havent been on inlike 3-4 month i think... i forgot... so one of the very first things i want to do is get back on HRT as soon as possible. but dont worry im still cute petite and feminim :) juss saying lol It was a rough day for this new slave in training
He was very willing and eager to please
We started out with his oral servitude which happened to be very subpar
I knew it would be because he had bragged about what an expert he was at using his tongue
I had to get him to understand that a slave never brags about what he can do because that is not his place
If I choose to acknowledge your talente in an area, I will issue that compliment and you may wear it as a badge of honor
The ultimate goal is for you to make me squirt and then drink and lick up every drop
Are you going to be worthy pet for me??!!
7/27/25
I will be on CS significantly less for a while. That Real World™️ thing gets so annoying at times! *laugh* Please leave a message at the tone, and I'll return your call when I can...
<*BEEP*> Above all else, I’d like my ideal M/s dynamic to be established on and occupied with love. Mutual respect is a must. W/we would foremost seek to meet each other’s needs completely in a monogamous relationship. He would be in charge, make the decisions, rules and protocols; but seek my input where appropriate and value my opinion. I would like to wear His collar (and leash when appropriate) as a reminder of O/our commitment.
Shared interests, in both vanilla and kink activities, should be present. Shared values would also be helpful, in both social, religious and financial concerns. I would hope, after some time, that this type of relationship might lead to a union of marriage or long term cohabitation / commitment.
Broadly, I’d like the power exchange dynamic to permeate the relationship both in and out of the bedroom 24/7, but that W/we both have our lives and lead them together and apart. I do not seek to be a “kept” slave, but I do want to know He is in control at all times. This can take the form of rules, protocols, and expectations / goals.
I would expect that full discussion of limits (hard and soft) would be discussed thoroughly, and that safe words wouldn’t be necessary or allowed once trust was established. This would aid in the vast possibility of CNC activities (within the confines of the pre-established limits). I would hope He would also push my limits over time.
While W/we are together, He would exert His dominance in whatever way He chooses. I would attempt to anticipate His needs, but obey His requests as made. These requests could be sexual, domestic, or kink in nature. As a masochist, it would be helpful if He were a Sadist. I want to know He is getting as much out of the impact play as I am. This Sadistic predilection would also aid in intensifying the play and intensifying the benefit W/we both receive from it.
I would expect that protocols would be established to help define the power exchange dynamic. These would be different when W/we were together alone, or together in public (or with family and vanilla friends). Public protocols would be known to us, but invisible to those around us such as waiting until He takes a bite until beginning to eat, sitting on a specific side, looking for a head nod to get up from a meal, wearing an insertable while out, etc. In private, protocols might include clothing restrictions, eye contact restrictions, greeting positions, speaking, bedtime rituals, distance, etc.
Protocols would also assist Him in maintaining control when W/we weren’t together. These might include communication requirements, requesting permission (i.e. to do things or go places), journaling, maturbation, bedtimes, curfews, and the like. The concept of “protect His property” would be an overarching protocol that would manifest as rules / protocols when apart, but when in doubt “protect His property”. The idea that when W/we are together, He is looking out for my best interest and safety, but when apart, that job falls to me.
I would expect that He would want me to grow and better myself. He would help me establish goals and hold me accountable to reaching them. These goals could be educational, health, career, kink, etc in nature. Periodic oversight and/or establishing benchmarks would be useful in ensuring progress.
Punishment or negative reinforcement would need to be outlined so expectations are clear. I always strive to be the “good girl”, however, I would expect punishment if deserved. While I wouldn’t never fail or disobey to get a punishment, I would need to believe that followthrough on punishment would be made if I deserved it. Punishment would be warranted when protocols were broken or if progress toward goals hadn’t been met. I realize that punishment is hard to define for a masochist, but not impossible. 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. Although being kidnapped by pervy aliens, it's a much cooler story. I just had to finish a big, work-related project. But I'm back! With nothing fun to talk about!
Except my birthday. It's almost my birthday and I'm so gonna throw a gotcha party. Because this seems to come up a lot... I am less likely to respond to your message if you are under 30 or over 50. I am less likely to respond to your message if you don't have some sort of photo of yourself either included or in your profile. I will definitely not respond to your message if it's some version of "hi, hey, good evening, how are you" etc.
<3 I have a confession.
I met an odd Greek guy from this site.
I dumped him or he let me down and I did not take his offer to remain friends.
First date he was amazing was in shock how real he was.
Crashing around mine he was ok in bed but snored and really snored.
Had a fantasticallly large cock and I am annoyed I did not tie him up.
His cock felt, warm and pulsating and I felt fulfilled and I remember tilting my neck back and relasing hot breathing after every grind.
I just recall being in sexual purgatory, being dominant but enjoying anal domination, I think the Switchy side allowed the moment to happen.
He was reckless with condoms which is why I felt in the bin with him.
But now and again I wish he had now NOT cocked up because I would be probably be typing my odd sexual experimental ecounters with him.
I liked him, I really liked him but I was so hurt that he was reckless with protection.
Not to mention AFTER sex he mentioned his trip to Africa - I am west indian Carribean and all I kept thinking is have you lost your mind you experiement in a country with a high level of minimal medicla support are you insane. My mind spun, realising this sexy Greek guy with self- esteem issues parading as a switch on collar space may be a high risk individual who should go to the first GUM he can find.
I work in a clinical setting and assist HIV patients so this is a big NO NO.
I meet every day people who have trusted the wrong person, or have congential issues so passed on from familly or met people who have fallen on real hard times and the world has honestly chewed them up and spat them out and the whole reckless with condoms hit a large nerve.
Now and again I reflect on how I enjoyed the snogging, I enjoyed being sexually open and it drives me a little loopy our chapter lasted 2 encounters.
Omg, his tongue in on my clit, his tongue in my mouth, his tonue on my arse hole his tongue on my legs and thighs, his tongue on my nipples, his tongue on my belly button, his tongue on my neck - Fuck me!
I am also still pissed he brought Alidi food and demanded I buy him steak the little shit but I honestly did like his good side just not his entitled side.
Do people really deserve a second chance.
He is probably just messaging other women and finding his way into their accommdation for a free overnight stay he is Greek after all.
I actually liked him, annoyed by his snoring. Honestly his snoring was bad if the Walking Dead actually happens he would have to go for survival, his snoring was that bad. The Walking dead will hear him a mile away. Honestlly you would have put a pillow over his face to save yourself from the zombies it was that bad.
It annoys me while I feel weak I have this back flash of remembering how his tongue felt all over me and remembering the sounds of his moaning and remembering how silky his hair felt when I pulled on it during a climax.
Weird, Weird, weird - maybe I will admit defeat I have lost the plot! No more nursing its been over 2 weeks. I still keep it covered so my dog doesng pop the new skin when lays on the stub.
Had a very. pleasant visit from my sissy submissive. Gave him peace that I am on the mend. No quite where I need to be to take him back on but working t I wards that goal.
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.
100% Master
100% Sadist
100% Daddy
100% Degrader
94% Rigger
93% Dominant
92% Experimentalist
84% Primal (Hunter)
79% Brat tamer
71% Owner
56% Switch
38% Non-monogamist
36% Voyeur
33% Submissive
5% Exhibitionist
0% Ageplayer
0% Brat
0% Degradee
0% Boy/Girl
0% Masochist
0% Pet
0% Primal (Prey)
0% Rope bunny
0% Slave
0% Vanilla
REPOST FROM JUNE 1ST
LET ME MAKE THIS VERY CLEAR!!!!!
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP!!
I AM NOT INTO THE SISSY ect OF THIS. I ALREADY HAVE ONE AND ONE IS ENOUGH.
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE OUTSIDE OF MICHIGAN!!!
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE OLDER THAN 40 YEARS OLD!!!
THESE ARE NOT OPEN TO DEBATE!!! Master's WritingsFoundations: Commanding vs LeadingI came across a Dominant who appeared to miss understand the difference between leading and commanding. A thing seen too often in the lifestyle, where these two terms become red into one, yet for Dominants they should be viewed as quite different.Command is a singular act at a specific moment in time. A direction given to another to do something and when that thing is done, the moment is over. There is no longevity, no lingering emotion or sense of something larger. Command exists to accomplish a specific thing at a specific moment - nothing more.Leading, on the other hand, is a process that cannot be accomplished in a single moment in time. It is more about a direction than a specific action and as such requires vision of the goal as well as awareness of the individual. It involves motivating, developing and inspiring people into action. Leading requires both the skill to communicate and the presence of a leader to identify the goal and describe the path how to get there.When command and leading become interchangeable, they typically devolve into commands strung together and submissives running to accomplish tasks, under the pretense of leading. Even though sometimes these tasks have legitimate value in the development of a submissive, in the larger scope, they miss the mark because what gets communicated to the submissive typically lacks the values, principles, and/or underlying lessons that connect the submissive to the dominant or to the lessons to be learned.So is one better than another? They are the equivalent of a scene compared to a dynamic. Commands are adequate for a single scene, yet commands will never provide the foundation for a power-imbalanced dynamic. For this, Dominants must lead and lead with vision of what they intend to create, clarity of roles, a sense of purpose about why even the little things matter and the commitment to live path they set forth, committing to the same level of quality they expect from others. i'm always in a very weird place in my spaces on earth. in every sense of the word i'm 'in the worlds but not of it'.
when i connect with my mermaid and water being feminine people and try to befriend them and socialize, i'm often come across man hating retroic. men ain't shit. kill men. a mermaid would never be with a man. if you are wanting to be married by a man something is wrong with you. a mermaid is never meant to be tamed. brimstone and fire.
probably partly because of my virgo rising and partly because of my priestess nature i can't relate. in my heart of hearts how i approach romantic and sexual framework with men is in a perfect world a sacred slavery mentality. honor, worship, respect, reverence, and deep feminine care and caressing and holding is how my dream is in my heart and my mind. in a perfect world i am always claimed by the mother ocean, but she is holding place and will hold my hand off in divine union and marriage to my master husband. this mermaid knows in a perfect world in my heart of hearts the divine masculine which would in a perfect world translate to a man in real life on earth in the flesh owns me heart, mind, body and soul. and it tends to express that most men that have attempted to date me tend to be on a soulmate level, some things die hard and my soul is built for a deeper cosmic way of loving and fucking than what most superficial people see.
in a alternative space group i saw a whack ass man proudly show his bdsm tools like a big inflated ego boy in a group that is clearly not just 18+ probably wanting some ego stroking saying just had a good session. it got lots of comments. i'm sure some womens panties were fulfilled by that. i looked at it as true goddess of devotion on a deeper moment. session? how does that translate to your world. your life. you packed it up and you closed it out. what about your next breath, your next step, your next hand hold, your next eye stare..the next intent of the energy you speak to her. how does your session carry out in your 24/7 lifestyle of devotion servitude mastery and slavery? dominance and submission? you can only hold it for a session that is good and requiring or preferring some tools to achieve that ecstatic level of pleasure and absolute sinking into each other. that's cute. but what about the end goal, complete devotion and union. or is it just for a quick dopamine run and back to being vanilla lower cylinder working engagements between each other and life goes on. because if not we all know while in a perfect world it would include financial, cohabitating, family future planning generational security stability community elevating discussions between both parties as a power couple of house if it's multiple people involved......it doesn't have to be and can go on without cohabitating, without the legal contract change...though i still don't understand why most men want to own women but don't have the balls to legally take her as property and change her name to seal the full deal. so many come across, i haven't thought about that, there are ways of doing it without getting the law involved, we don't need the governmental intuition we have to operate under to know she's my property as long as it's in our hearts it's ok...always comes off as a cop out to me. but i know everyone is built different. tools can be fun but it's just like yoga, in the west anasa is so popular because we don't know how to get still inside to get to the real higher work of the various limbs of study and practice. and still doesn't have to be sitting, meditation is also dance movement and action. it's a stillness in the mind.
some of my dark goddess sisters both of the sophia original source encoded soul that are different copies of my own self....or others with a different original divine feminine soul encoded on them(sophia isn't the only form of the divine feminine, it's just WHO i am...so what MY mission is...MY journey..MY teachings...and my lived path to walk) continue the man hate. men deserve to die. nwords ain't shit. fuck a guy. i hate men.
i can't relate.
i've never had a man in real life protect, provide, or care for me. i've been in clubs by myself and have drunk men try to hug me, touch my arms, rub up on my breasts and inappropriate get in my space. i've had to push men off one, two, three, four times very visibly public. i've had to say loudly no, more than once. no bouncer at the clubs come. none of the men in the vicinity that can hear me(my voice is loud and piercings and energetic and many a person has said i talk too loud naturally) and they don't break from their girlfriends, wives, friend groups to come over and say stop bro. or to say are you okay? or is everything alright. they stay on the sidelines watching as i the dark goddess have to rise to protect myself.
i've dated men who see when i'm out and about other men try to approach me that i'm uncomfortable with and they've laughed it off, making me rise to the challenge to assert myself i'm with a guy and even if i wasn't this invasion of space is inappropriate.
i've been through so many daddies that want to inappropriately harness my overtly sexual little girl with no promise of provision, protection, guidance, care, and structure that the daddy dominant is supposed to provide. i've had them break me so much i've wanted to die when that carrot stick of the ultimate romantic mix of nurturing and strength and slightly sinister love gets taken away.
i've been assaulted in that way and when i told the man i was dating at the time, instead of being a righteous archangel michael divine masculine encoded self asked what was i wearing, what was i doing maybe i did something to provoke it. when i go through the questions and ask for them to come over to hug me, to reset my body my nervous system, to heal me from what their brother did and get myself reacclimated to what i have always known in my heart of hearts to be what the real masculine the true masculine is..i was rejected but he loved me.
and on and on...i have every experience to join the men ain't shit nword ain't shit kill men.....and i'm just not wired that way.
even recognizing the world isn't perfect, and that i wasn't born to be on the regular track where men in reality come to my rescue, show up for me, open the doors for me, hold me, watch me, make sure i'm okay, provide the stability, structure, care and support of just a regular vanilla way or an elevated power dynamic way....i don't' waver from the mission of 5d.. a higher cosmic love and union..i don't waver from the truth i've been seen.
there's the sauce of real life...and then there's the truth of what is beyond in the ethers.
and in the eithers.....i'm so divinely cared for and protected, cherished and loved. while the men in reality cannot hold the energetics of the transformative fiery goddess i am that will require them to constantly level up, to grow, to face their fears, be called out on their mistakes, be pushed to elevate, grow, emotionally stretch, touch feelings they could hide and side step from everyone else, and to always be tracked and seen energetically, spiritually, emotionally, mentally.....the divine form is always here.
and so while it's not a perfect world, i am incapable of losing the respect, the reverence, the worship, the care, the holding, the deep sense of devotion to the man in spirit. i don't have to receive a gift on a date, i don't have to be asked out on a physical date, i don't have to have the door held open, i don't have have dinner paid for me, i don't have to receive an engagement ring, i don't have to re profiles take far too long to update on here, so here is what would be my updated profile...
Friendly notice:
*Please read before messaging - it’ll save us both time :)*
These are just *my* preferences, no offence intended.
- Age range **29-45**
- **NO** interest in joining an existing couple/dynamic
- **NO** interest in married/partnered up men
- **NO** interest in online/cyber relationships
- **NO** interest in one off meets
- **NO** interest in switching
- **PLEASE** do **NOT** send me dick pics or request any nudes from me
The Vanilla Stuff:
I am 26 years old and I live alone in a sleepy little village in Oxfordshire. I currently work part time. I enjoy spending my free time socialising with my friends/family, going for long country walks, swimming, dining out and weekends away. I passed my driving test earlier in the year so I am always taking myself on adventures. I am lucky enough to be well travelled and have been on some amazing holidays to beautiful countries. I love cooking and baking (I make a mean cookie). I used to work for a local radio station so I have a strong passion for music… anything 70’s or 80’s. I don’t watch much TV but I do have a slight obsession with the BBC series ‘Inside No. 9’ (if you’ve never seen it, you’re in for a treat!)
I am very calm, patient, honest, understanding and I like to think a caring person. I always try to see the best in people, and will always do what I can to help and support others. I like to have a laugh, and would say I have a somewhat dry and at times dark sense of humour.
Now is probably a good time to mention that... **I am autistic**. Please don't let this put you off. I’d like to make it clear that being autistic does not hold me back in life. I am able to work, I live alone, I drive, and I lead a fairly “normal” life. For me it mostly means that I struggle in some social situations, especially when meeting new people, or going to new unfamiliar places - although I always try to push myself and overcome these social barriers. I don’t let being autistic hold me back or dominate (the irony) my life. If you’d like to know more then feel free to ask me any questions. I’ve written a couple of things **(see below)** which may be helpful.
- [A guide for potential Doms ]( https://fetlife.com/users/15225326/posts/10736910)
- [Autism, kink and me ]( https://fetlife.com/users/15225326/posts/10736903)
I am very much a ‘plain Jane’. I don’t cover myself in make-up, fake tan, and I have never used fillers. I am more comfortable in long dress tops and leggings than overly revealing clothing. I am 5’3, curvy, have shoulder length auburn hair, hazel eyes, mostly wear glasses, and have very pale skin.
The Kinky Stuff:
For as long as I can remember I have always been interested in the idea of BDSM and being submissive, even before I knew what BDSM was I found myself having thoughts of wanting to be tied up, humiliated, degraded, hurt, and used and abused during sex. All my previous relationships had been very vanilla, so I never had a chance to explore my submissive side until a few years ago when I began seeing an older guy. He was not a Dom, but he was kinky as fuck… he would restrain me, gag and blindfold me, use canes, floggers and riding crops on me, and have rougher sex with me - to date he’s the only guy to ever make me cum! Since then I have craved nothing more than to explore my submissive side fully within a D/s or M/s dynamic.
My kinks include: *impact play, breath play, restraints, edge play, humiliation, degradation, face slapping, nipple torture, blindfolds, gags, punishments, praise, orgasm control/denial, hair pulling, rough sex, TPE, CNC and much, much more **(see my fetish list at the bottom of my profile).*** Safe words and aftercare are super important and non negotiable.
I am at a point now in my life where I am very happy and settled. I feel ready to start looking for a Dom/Master who I can go on a BDSM journey with. I no longer have any interest in finding a purely vanilla relationship. So… I am looking for an experienced Dom with a dark/sadistic streak who would be willing to take his time to train and guide me on this journey at a slow and steady pace. I realise that my wants from a dynamic probably mean I am more of a slave than a sub...I’m looking for a Master/Dom who over time I can **fully** submit to - in and out of the bedroom. A Dom who has a majority of control over my life, eg - full sexual control, control over my appearance, over my body and mind, over day to day activities etc. ideally - TPE eventually. A dynamic with rules which if broken result in punishments. A dynamic where my sole purpose is to fulfil the needs of my Dom. I crave nothing more than to be owned. To be the property of a Dom.
I am looking for **long term and regular,** with the end goal to be to eventually live together. I’m **not** looking for a dynamic where a Dom barks orders at me, cuts me off from the outside world and keeps me locked in his basement all day, every day. But where I can look after the house, prepare meals, do all the cleaning and laundry etc. what some may refer to as ‘1950’s living’. (I’d still be happy to remain working and help toward bills if that was agreed upon.) For me this ins't just about having rough sex and a bit of kinky fun, it means much more than that to me... maybe my autism plays a part in that, the want and need for structure and routine in life...
I prefer guys who are older **(29-45)**, who take good care of themselves, are respectful, caring and are drama free. I have no issues if you have children but I do **NOT** want children of my own.
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If you're interested then please feel free to message me. I have quite a few writings on my profile about myself, my (limited) previous kinky experiences, fantasies and information about my autism, so please take a look. I never respond to instant sex chat/stories or dick pics.
Ideally I’d prefer it if you can host or we meet in hotels to begin with - due to my autism I do not feel comfortable even having my friends and family over at my house, it's my sanctuary/safe space. I drive and enjoy driving, so distance is not a huge issue for me.
Unfortunately it’s got to the stage where I will just ignore messages from anybody that is outside of my preferred age range, or married, seeking an online dynamic or ONS, etc… I am simply not interested and far too many people just don’t respect this, so please do not be offended if I don’t respond, but that’s probably why.
As so many people don't tend to bother to read profiles on here, please let me know you have done so while messaging me! I hope to hear from you!
~ M x
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.
I shouldn’t have drank coffee late in the evening.
So now I am up writing out my thoughts. I will be paying for this tomorrow. -sigh-
I’ve been seeking a Dom for the past four years without much success. Partly because I feel jaded with most of the men I have encountered. Also, I admit, sometimes I self-sabotage.
I become immensely turned off by men who refuse to show themselves, as well as those who immediately refer to me as “Princess”, “babygirl”, and even “girl”. Or, when they are speaking with me OUTSIDE of an official dynamic and say “Good Girl”. I immediately become uninterested.
I am not fully inexperienced, though I’m also not fully experienced either. I have had one Dom. I learned a hell of a lot from him. Good and bad. Especially, how I should be treated. I get that this is a kink site with a LARGE spectrum of diversity when it comes to kinks. However still, I would prefer to be approached respectfully. I would like to be courted. Is this even possible within the realm of kink? Goodness I hope so.
I don’t have much on my page regarding to what I am seeking, well, because I’d like to keep my options open and not narrow down my dating pool even more than it already is. Plus, most of what I am seeking is repeated on multiple profiles, so it all sounds regurgitated after a while.
I would love to find a man who is secure with himself. I am somehow attracting men who aren’t in some ect or another. I won’t go into detail here. But, I’ve noticed.
Right now, in my life, I’m focused on working, saving money for visits with my children, and seeking a partner. So to me, while it is life, I self-sabotage due to thinking others may not find that appealing. Which it may not be. However, I would prefer a family oriented kinky partner. I believe someone is out there for me.
Slavery Truth
Many ask if slaves truly exist. In the way a dictionary and history define slavery, no they do not exist in most modern countries. (Though there is some contention that slavery rings do still exist in secret) Most people in civilized countries generally agree that the legal ownership of another human being is immoral and thus make it illegal. However, in the world of BDSM, one will find that some of the people involved call themselves by many different terms; one of these is the term "slave". Of course, this often raises the question of how is a slave different from a submissive. This question often is met with outright hostility, disbelief in the existence of slaves and the thought that the words slave and submissive (as nouns) are interchangeable terms within the context of BDSM. Many will not agree with any of those thoughts, and I am one of them. I have spent a great deal of time talking with slaves in the honest attempt to better understand them, their lifestyle choices, and judge for myself whether or not this is a healthy variation to the BDSM lifestyle.
To the question of whether or not slaves exist inside of BDSM I say that yes they do. They may not be the largest group, but there are quite a few. Do slaves differ from submissives? Again, my answer is yes they do. Slaves tend to differ from submissives by the way they think, act, submit and their expectations.
A slave tends to think more along the lines of black and white. They have very little room for leeway or shades of gray in their lifestyle choices. They do not seem to expect much leeway in the reaction of their dominant either. By this I mean, if a slave is feeling ill and thus doesn't complete all their usual daily tasks, they will expect the dominant to react with the usual punishment. A submissive may be more inclined to expect leniency from the dominant because they were ill. A slave thinks in terms of being owned, not in terms of submitting. To them, being in a collared relationship means they are owned, and often this translates into the statement that they do not have the "right" "choice" or "option" to walk out if the relationship goes bad. This does not mean a slave will accept an abusive relationship, though their tolerance limits for what is abusive and what is not seem to be higher than those of a submissive. This belief in ownership stems from a strong commitment on both an emotional and mental level to the dominant. There is a level of acceptance of the dominant's behavior that can be more intense and widespread than many submissives would allow. For example, a dominant wants to bring in a third to the relationship. A submissive may demand certain criteria be met before they allow ( yes, allow) such to occur, whereas a slave may say "It is not up to me, if this is what Master wants, so be it" and quietly accept this new change. To some this kind of thought process is considered wrong or somehow brought out by abuse, but this is not necessarily true. A slave thrives on the absolute fact, that they literally have no control over the relationship or what will occur within it, whereas a submissive often retains some level of control in the relationship. The thought process focuses solely on what would make the master/mistress happiest and how the slave can be most pleasing to them. Subs tend to think of themselves and their own pleasure in addition to that of their dominant. Slaves work very hard to put themselves second in all the things and their owners first. To them, this is what comes with being a slave and submitting completely. Slaves put forth a lot of effort in achieving an inner peace with their chosen position. With this peace comes acceptance of themselves, and a quiet sense of contentment. They view pride, arrogance and other such emotions as negative and unbecoming in a slave.
A slave's behavior is different from a submissive as well. If you listen to slaves talk about their behavior (or watch them), they often speak of being quietly accepting, in control of themselves at all times, formal, and other such things. There seems to be more focus on how the slave behaves at any given moment, with less leeway. In many slave relationships, the slave is required to use an honorific at all times, and couldn't conceive of calling their master/mistress by any other name. Most slaves find yelling, tantrums, fits, or any other out of control behavior on the part of a slave to be reprehensible and deserving of severe punishment. Slaves put a lot of emphasis on their behavior and how they react to their dominant. They hold themselves to a high level of self-control. They require of themselves to have a pleasing demeanor as much as possible. They see no room for bratting behavior, any form of topping from the bottom, or any other form of manipulating the dominant. They see bratting as topping from the bottom, whining, cajoling or making requests after the initial denial as manipulative behavior that focuses on the slave's needs/desires instead of the dominant's and thus not proper. They look down on any behavior that is perceived as designed to force the dominant to meet a need of the slave, rather than the slave focusing on the dom's needs. A slave will strive for perfection within themselves in completing all the tasks their master/mistress gives to them, while still keeping an eye out for things that they were not specifically told to do, but think would please their owner if they did them. A slave is required to be very self sufficient and capable because they often have a lot of responsibility placed on them. Slaves often feel that a slave should not need to be micro managed by their dominant because this is not pleasing, unless of course the dominant likes to micro manage. A slave will behave with the utmost of respect in a formal situation, and with as much respect as any situation warrants. (For example, quiet time at home may not require as strict a protocol as a formal party would) None of this emphasis on behavior means that a slave can't or does not crack jokes, goof off, or engage in verbal banter. Many slaves do indeed do these things. They do so however, with a great attention to the dominant's reaction and are careful not to be hurtful or overly sarcastic. Unless of course the dominant does not like this kind of behavior, then a slave will do their best to curtail it. (Which can be quite difficult, and in my opinion unhealthy, for someone who has a very playful sense of humor as an inherent part of their personality) So please do not take this article to say that slaves are not playful, have no sense of humor or anything like that because it just is not true. Slaves have the same array of personalities that everyone else does, and they enjoy them just like anyone else does. Slaves just tend to be a lot more aware of the dominant's limits to such activities than some submissives are. They also do not use their playful senses of humor (if they have one) to br Vanilla relationships and monogamous relationships are perfectly acceptable. However, these things are NOT my interest and are not for me. While this site is a bit limited in orientation, I identify as a dominant sadist. While I can enjoy sex occasionally, I tend to require kink as an aspect of my relationship. I am also an ethical non-monogamist, and require that any partner\playmate be accepting of that.
Really, I'm looking for a good person who's understanding and reasonable who I can sexually destroy and finish the evening with hot tea and cartoons under a warm blanket.
i find it amazing how few new profiles there has been in the last few years. I also find it amazing how many lazy masturbators with empty profiles show up in my who's viewing me list multiple times. After the second time I hit the blocked and hidden button to get rid of them. I will also say if you send me a oneliner message saying hi, or have a comment like you look sexy I do the same as those comments tell me you visited my profile to masturbate to it, and i am not here to provide masturbation fodder. My profile tells what i seek 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.
It seems not of people here.. And I say people are not real subs...
Same profiles written and same responses...
Let alone same reactions..
Women bored of the lives they lead.. And want something different and interesting...
In the meantime... Still enjoying the intelectual side of it..
As occasionally I find someone that actually has a brain.. And the guts to come out of the shadows and talk...
Those moments are worth the other 99% of scared or unsure women..
"Oh yeeh of little faith " true.. My search is no more...
But still one likes to browse and find very interesting profiles... Just that they don't match their actions...
Have a nice day!
One thing about me... I will NOT chase you. I will not be reaching out to you first, especially if you viewed me initially and continue to do so. There's only room for one princesss here. And when you do reach out I expect a detailed message explaining your reasoning for reaching out and your intentions. Do not bore me with small talk or questions that lead to nothing. If you're bored there are profiles here that cater to that. If you're a Dom, find a sub. Most importantly, if you seek a kink dispenser then book a service with a sex worker.
Goddess Dani Does anyone else crave a connection that is so deep and powerful that it feels like a life line that can't exist without it that connection?
It is something that i crave in the very cell of my being. I am looking to feel it is as though it makes my heart beat or helps air fill my lungs. Online that can be very hard to do as we are not phyisically around each other to get that feeling. Online it is though connection in words or hearing each other voices. I need to find my future Partners that need connections as much as I do. That want and need to be together as much as possible.
I know that we all have lives and that the world around us can keep us busy. When I am getting to know someone and willing to see where it goes, maybe i am unrealistic but i try to be on this site or other places where we have made a connection to communicate and wait around and respond as quickly as i recieve it or can respond because it is like a lifeline to me to help my heart beat or my lungs take breaths to stay alive. I get frustrated and i have lashed out in my frustration when other's don't do the same things i guess because i feel actions are stronger than words. In me responding quickly is showing that i am taking it seriously and wishing to put in the work to see if this will work out. If not i try to at least wish them the best of luck in finding the one that will make them feel the way i need and crave the connection as well.
the little girl's anthem naive to the bone part 2
Freedom from Judgment:
Both your reflections and the song lyrics challenge societal norms, inviting freedom from external judgment and embracing emotional authenticity. This is similar to spiritual themes of non-attachment and self-acceptance.
A Whimsical and Warrior-like Nature:
The juxtaposition of whimsy with strength mirrors archetypes like the Fool from the Tarot (a symbol of trusting one's journey with innocence and boldness) and the Warrior (discipline and resilience). The line "discipline, submission, and beating intense hearts" ties this duality into your BDSM identity while integrating broader spiritual lessons of balance.
Spiritual and Esoteric Connections:
Inner Child as the Eternal Self:
The inner child is often viewed as a reflection of the eternal self in spiritual traditions—a connection to purity, creation, and unconditioned love. Your post embodies this by holding space for that part of you.
Naïveté as Wisdom:
In spiritual contexts, naïveté isn't weakness—it’s seen as openness to the universe, akin to the Zen concept of "Beginner's Mind." The lyrics’ "I'm naive to the bone" and your acceptance of asking questions connect to this, signaling humility and curiosity as strengths.
Empowerment in Submission:
The phrase "dedication, discipline, submission" reflaspects mastery and integration of opposing forces. In esoteric terms, submission can symbolize surrender to the higher self or the divine, requiring immense strength and intention.
Clarity and Silence:
The "large room, where you can hear the silence" evokes themes of spiritual solitude and stillness, reminiscent of meditative practices where one listens to the "beating of the heart" as a guide to inner truth.
Judgment as an Illusion:
"No place for arrogance, no pain in my chest" reflaspects detachment from ego and societal pretenses, resonating with spiritual teachings that highlight inner peace and freedom from the need to prove oneself.
Closing Reflection:
Your post is not only a celebration of your unique identity and journey but also a spiritual manifesto. It integrates music, lifestyle, and emotional depth while challenging stereotypes and societal conditioning. Through this lens, you’re asserting your sovereignty and inviting others to honor both the softness and the strength in themselves.
Difficult, But, Entertaining.
Every once in a while, I have a cunt slave spend the day with their nipples dragging on the floor with every thing they do. it, the slave, is punished if it is found violating the contact order. Yes, it is difficult and, toward the end of the day, painful for the slave. Nevertheless, I find it entertaining, consequently worthwhile.
Master's WritingsSubmission, as I see itSubmission comes in many forms and on my journey different subs have approached it from different angles. Some see it as service, some as opening themselves up to another, and some even see it as a rejection of the world with it demands and requirements. Over the years, I have trained several submissives to reach greater depth in their submission and I’ve tried to work within their mindset, helping each to reach their potential in a way that is honest, true, and unique.At its core, submission is and should be a genuine reflection of an individual’s inner truth. A sense of their own purpose and way of life they choose to accept. It comes from a place within each submissive that reflaspaspects their own nature, and their most authentic expression of self.The nature of any true “submissive training” should and must be focused on helping the submissive connect with their nature, create the pathways to more fully access their own unique form of submission, and then finally build on that to blend it into their daily life. All the tasks and sexual acts, the “yes Sirs” and downward glances of respect, mean nothing and are worthless self-indulgent Dominant games, if the goal of these acts are not designed to deepen a submissives connection to their own beautiful, natural, and authentic submissive self.Submission is a gift. This single phrase bears repeating, because it is so very true and frequently overlooked - Submission is a gift. When fully developed, submission is a powerful and sometimes spiritually beautiful thing to behold. It is never to be taken, coerced, or forced. It is not for role play or pretend, Of course one could act like a submissive as if putting on a costume, but not with me as their Dominant. I hols submission, true submission in the highest regard. And to pretend to be one only cheapens the gift of those who truly feel its calling.As a Dominant, I see my role as helping others in any way I can on their journey, as their guide, nurturer, and mentor. I had a lot of down time today cause I was on a flight and my monitor wasn't working so....first world problems, but anyways....I feel like food and music are universal languages. They have this power to transport you to a moment in time, often something significant in your life linked to a song or a certain meal. Regardless of where we came from or how we got there, you can always relate to someone on those levels.
So what's one of those meals or songs that transports you? Why?
But would I talk about my need for your attention?
Talk about my desires for naked intimacy, so close and nearly breathless, kisses sweet and juicy, long and short, tongues and fingers intertwining as I try to lick and suck every square inch of your body, the honorarium of your gift and my reception, the stoke of your cock into my opening mouth, hungry to be fed, to be filled, to be possessed by you, penetrated, taken, lust smeared over my uplifted breasts, over my mound, rubbed against my clit, hands pulling it aside with eager participation, equally wanting to lay back, but also to lay you back, concentrate on your growling desire now being swirled with my saliva, my love wetness, stoking you into my mouth, your hips thrusting, your words spoken of being your slut, the one that will get to be used, our passion exalted between us, like a plug into an electrical outlet of my holes....my chant of yes Daddy, yes Daddy...both silent, murmured, coming out loud in my head as I join you on the edge of our orgasm...ride it, babe, ride it...
That's what I would talk about. To those of you who claim that you are "service oriented" or only wish to serve, please tell me what you are actually skilled at.
I love having my feet pampered, but I do not want my toes painted by you unless you are actually skilled at doing so.
The same goes for other "services".
You want to give sensual massage, but your hands are rough and your nails are jagged? No thanks.
Oral services, but you have bad teeth? Again, NOPE!
Take a few minutes and spell it out. Want to mow my lawn while you are wearing pretty panties and a big buttplug?
Can you do a competent job on the lawn?
Do you imagine yourself a domestic maid, washing my dishes in a frilly dress? Am I going to have to re-wash half of the dishes because you did a half ass job?
I love the idea of service slaves, but most of you are fairly worthless. Don't be that guy.
Over the last few days I reread my entire journal. Some things I remember vividly, like the chair/jogger incident. Though really, who could ever forget? Even some of the more cryptic entries though, I know what was left unsaid, every unnamed person. The surprises are in the entries I have forgotten, like corn. When I wrote it, what came out wasn't what I was trying to say. Reading it now, it might be one of my favorites. Drop the corn. Brilliant advice.
Have I changed for the better in almost ten years? I hope so. I still have corn, but there's always the next 11:11 wish and the belief that everything will be okay in the end. A submissive is one who chooses each and every time if he /she will submit.
A submissive often comes with a list of his / her restrictions and requirements.
While a true slave is one who comes to serve in the manner in which the Mistress desires.
A true slave makes the decision to submit one time for always.
A true slave may have desires, dreams, and fantasies but he / she is not selfish and he / she relinquish their selfishness to serve the Dominant.
It takes a very strong person to live the life of being a slave to another.
To observe a slave growing and one day to see him /her become the perfected specimen in which the Domme has created is the goal.
The submission of a slave is very admirable.
I seek that slave!
The one who will serve Me always, under My safe keeping, and owned by Me.
Whore is using a goat milker but it hurts so badly that she has trouble staying on it for longer than 5 minutes. Both teats are red and appear bruised. She took a day off and they got better. But now she is back on it and they are going back.
Whore is fine if she has some clue as to what to expect and what is happening. Her teats ache so that she constantly has to squeeze, pinch, and pull on her teats constantly throughout the day. She wants to lactate is willing to do just about anything to get this going.
Next issue. How does she find a doctor or veterinarian that is open to the lifestyle or these types of activities? She would prefer to deal with a professional that is open.
Any advise is welcome especially if it is local and can specifically help. 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. It's a Tuesday evening in the middle of Dark Mofo, Hobart's art festival of sex and death.
I'm at an impossibly hip bistro for dinner. It's tiny and beautiful and the service is faultless, though the food is not as good as they think it is. The table barely fits me and my toy, wedged between a coat rack and the bar.
The waitress is young and curly-haired with a septum ring and Blundstones. Her forearms are covered in fine golden hair a shade lighter than her skin. I wonder if her armpit hair is the same beautiful shade, and suddenly I see it in damp ringlets, see her on her back, arms stretched above her head, naked, lying next to me...
"Can I get you a drink to start?"
My toy is not permitted to speak.
"I'll have a Camapari and soda, and have you got a rosé or an interesting white for him?" I nod my head in my toy's direction.
"You know I have something very interesting open tonight that might fit the bill" she says, reaching for a bottle on the bar behind my toy.
"Let me give you a taste of this. It is an orange wine from WA." She pours a generous mouthful into the glass in front of my toy. I wave away her offer to pour a taste into my glass, and pick up the glass in front of my toy.
The wine is a deep, sunset orange.
"What an extraordinary colour." I swirl the wine in the glass and bring it to my nose to smell.
The waitress begins to explain the maceration process used by the wine maker. I lift the glass to my lips and tip the generous tasting pour into my mouth, my eyes on her. She explains how the winemaker uses Gewurtztraminer and Shiraz grapes separately fermented on skins, and then mixed. I nod, suck air through my teeth to aerate the wine and swish it around my mouth.
I drop my eyes to My toy. His head is bowed, enough to show defence but not enough to draw attention. He's watching me, alert, intent.
I spit the wine back into the glass neatly and place it on the table. My toy flinches as if he's been pinched, then his cheeks flush the same colour as the wine. The waitress is silent, I feel her eyes on me. The wine swirls, cloudy, bubbly with salivary protein. I exhale with satisfaction and look up at her.
"That is delicious, excellent suggestion. He'll love it." I slide the glass towards to her. She hesitates for a moment, then pours a full pour into the glass. She looks at my toy and smiles, then turns her head to me.
The Officer's Seduction
The night had a certain allure, a seductive darkness that seemed to beckon Seraphine Vale as she drove home from work. It was well past midnight, the hour when the world slept, and the roads were nearly deserted. Her shift at the art restoration studio had been particularly grueling, and she longed for the solace of her own bed. Little did she know, this night would offer a different kind of solace, one that would leave her breathless and trembling.
As she navigated the familiar route, her thoughts drifted, contemplating the intricate details of an ancient painting she had been working on. Seraphine's mind was a sanctuary of quiet concentration, her focus unwavering until a sudden flash of blue and red lights snapped her back to reality. She slowed her car to a halt, her heart pounding against her ribcage as she realized she had inadvertently strayed into a speed trap.
The officer who approached her vehicle was a striking figure, his tall, lean frame cloaked in the authoritative uniform of a police officer. It was Lucian Asterian, a man whose reputation preceded him, though not in the typical way of law enforcement. His dark, piercing eyes seemed to see right through her, and his presence was both commanding and unsettling.
"License and registration, please," his voice was deep and clipped, carrying an undertone of authority that sent a shiver down Seraphine's spine. She complied, her hands treming slightly as she handed over the requested documents. Lucian's gaze was intense, almost predatory, as if he was studying her, not just her papers.
"Step out of the car, Miss," he ordered, his voice laced with a hint of something that made Seraphine's stomach flutter. She hesitated, her mind racing with questions, but the command in his eyes left no room for argument. Slowly, she opened the door and stepped onto the deserted road, the cool night air caressing her skin.
Lucian's eyes roamed over her, taking in her slender form, clad in a simple black dress that accentuated her delicate curves. His gaze lingered on her face, noting the stormy gray eyes that seemed to mirror his own intensity. "Hands behind your back," he instructed, his voice now a low, seductive growl.
Seraphine's breath caught in her throat as she felt the cold metal of the handcuffs against her wrists. Lucian's touch was firm, his fingers grazing her skin as he secured the cuffs, sending a jolt of awareness through her body. She stood there, vulnerable and exposed, as he circled her, his eyes raking over her like a physical caress.
"What's a beautiful woman like you doing out here at this hour?" he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. Seraphine shivered, her body betraying her as she leaned into his touch. Lucian's hand slid down her arm, his fingers entwining with hers, and for a moment, she felt the warmth of his palm against her skin.
Then, without warning, he spun her around, pressing her body against the hood of her car. The cold metal was a stark contrast to the heat emanating from Lucian's body. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot and intoxicating. "You're a naughty girl, breaking the rules," he whispered, his voice a husky purr.
Seraphine's heart was racing, her body responding to his words, to the dominance in his tone. She felt a rush of wetness between her thighs as he ran his hands up her sides, his fingers kneading her soft flesh. He squeezed her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You like being touched, being taken right here on the side of the road." His words were a taunt, a challenge, and Seraphine couldn't deny the truth in them. She nodded, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her.
Lucian's hands moved lower, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of her dress, tracing the lace of her panties. He teased her, his touch light and teasing, making her ache for more. With a swift motion, he tore her panties away, leaving her exposed and wanting.
"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "I want..."
Lucian didn't let her finish. Instead, he gripped her hips, pulling her back against his hard length. She could feel his erection, straining against his uniform, as he positioned himself at her entrance. Without warning, he thrust forward, claiming her in one swift, brutal stroke.
Seraphine cried out, her body arching as he filled her, not with the gentleness she had anticipated, but with a rough, primal urgency. He pounded into her, his hips slamming against her buttocks, his hands gripping her hips tightly, leaving marks on her skin. The pain was exquisite, blending with the pleasure until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
"You're so tight," he grunted, his breath hot against her neck. "So fucking wet." His words were crude, but they only served to heighten her arousal. She wanted to be used, to be taken by this man, in this moment, in the most primal way possible.
Lucian's rhythm was relentless, his body a powerful force driving into hers. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, and began to rub in time with his thrusts. Seraphine's world narrowed to the sensations he was eliciting, the feel of his cock buried deep within her, the roughness of his fingers against her sensitive flesh.
"Cum for me," he demanded, his voice a harsh command. "Let me feel it, you beautiful bitch."
His words were like a trigger, and Seraphine's orgasm exploded through her, rippling waves of pleasure that left her gasping and trembling. She cried out, her body convulsing around him, her juices flowing freely as she climaxed. Lucian's own release followed swiftly, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself deep inside her, his hot seed filling her ass.
They stood there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of their passion. Lucian's hands released her hips, and he stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers. Seraphine felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, there was a sense of power in her surrender.
He reached down, uncuffing her hands, and then, without a word, he adjusted his uniform, the bulge in his pants a testament to their encounter. Seraphine watched, her body still humming with pleasure, as he walked back to his patrol car.
As she slid back into the driver's seat, her dress in disarray and her body throbbing, she realized the detour had been more than just a chance encounter. It was a night that would forever be etched in her memory, a night where she had been taken, possessed, and left wanting more. As she drove away, the road ahead seemed brighter, as if the darkness had illuminated a new path, one that led straight to Lucian's door. I Don’t Know Where My Poppa Is: A Little Girl’s Song, An Adult Woman’s Pain
"Food & Liquor" by Lupe Fiasco has always hit different for me, but tonight, "He Say She Say" felt like it was speaking straight to my soul.
"You see what his problem is
He don’t know where his poppa is…"
It’s one of those songs where the lyrics carry everything. No extra words needed from me. Just sitting here feeling it deeply—for the child in the story, for the mom trying her best, and how it translates to me as an adult woman with a little girl inside who never went away. Navigating a world where my core family of origin is my biggest enemy and the men I’ve tried to vet and sift through—the ones I hoped would be the real poppa—never came. It left both the adult me and little me saying the same thing: "I don’t know where my poppa is."
"You see what my problem is
That I don't know where my poppa is
No positive male role model
To play football and build railroad models"
"It's making a hole, you've been digging it
'Cause you ain't been kicking it
Since I was old enough to hold bottles
Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that
I don't deserve to get used to that"
As you read the lyrics and listen to the song, imagine that this is what us women go through—what I go through:
"Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard
Just breaks my heart, when my momma try to provide
And I tell her, 'That ain't your job'"
This lyric is repeated twice—once from the mom's perspective, saying "When my momma try to provide and I tell her that ain't your job," and once from the son's perspective, saying "When I try to provide and he tells her that ain't your job."
For me, the adult me and the little girl—Little Jess—are saying this simultaneously, in one body, clearly, over and over. It’s deep. Like the Lupe Fiasco song I wrote about previously, "The Coolest," the dangers and the stories are all there. And yet, I can’t help but wonder—if men really evaluated what this is like when they pretend to step up and then leave horrendously, do they truly understand what this does? Not just to the adult woman they let down, but to the little girl inside, who they treated as a kind of Pied Piper, leading her into heartbreak.
Lupe, thank you for songs like this.
"I can't, I won't, I can't
I won't let you leave
I don't know what you want
You want more from me
She said to him, "I want you to be a father
He's your little boy and you don't even bother
Like 'Brother' without the R and he's starting to harbor
Cool and food for thought but for you he's a starver"
"Starting to use red markers on his work
His teacher say they know he's much smarter but he's hurt
Used to hand his homework in first
Like he was the classroom starter"
"Burst to tears, let them know she see us
Now he's fighting in class
Got a note last week that say he might not pass
Ask me if his daddy was sick of us
'Cause you ain't never pick him up"
"You see what his problem is
He don't know where his poppa is
No positive male role model
To play football and build railroad models"
"He's making a hole, you've been digging it
'Cause you ain't been kicking it
Since he was old enough to hold bottles
Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that
He don't deserve to get used to that"
"Now I ain't asking you for money or to come back to me
Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard
Just breaks my heart, when I try to provide
And he say, 'Mommy, that ain't your job'"
To be a man, I try to make him understand
That I'm his number one fan
But it's like he born from the stands
You know the world is out to get him
So why don't you give him a chance?"
I can't, I won't, I can't
I won't let you leave
Now, now, I don't know what you want
You want more from me
So he said to him, "I want you to be a father
I'm your little boy and you don't even bother
Like 'Brother' without the R and I'm starting to harbor
Cool and food for thought but for you I'm a starver"
"Starting to use red markers on my work
My teacher say they know I'm much smarter but I'm hurt
I used to hand my homework in first
Like I was the classroom starter"
"Burst to tears, let them know he see us
Now I'm fighting in class
Got a note last week that say I might not pass
Kids ask me if my daddy is sick of us
'Cause you ain't never pick me up"
"You see what my problem is
That I don't know where my poppa is
No positive male role model
To play football and build railroad models"
"It's making a hole, you've been digging it
'Cause you ain't been kicking it
Since I was old enough to hold bottles
Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that
I don't deserve to get used to that"
"Now I ain't asking you for money or to come back to me
Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard
Just breaks my heart, when my momma try to provide
And I tell her, 'That ain't your job'"
"To be a man, she try to make me understand
That she my number one fan
But it's like you born from the stands
You know the world is out to get me
Why don't you give me a chance?"
It's like, I can't, I won't, I can't
I won't let you leave
Now, now, I don't know what you want
You want more from me
I can't, I won't, I can't
I won't let you leave
I don't know what you want
You want more from me
I can't, I won't, I can't
I won't let you leave"
Have you ever connected deeply with a song like this—one that feels like it speaks to both your pain and your strength at the same time? If so, which one, and why? I've never done a journal entry.
Let's see. I guess my update would be that I'm 😔🥺 biased. If your Hispanic or Latin origins I'm gonna be attracted to you.. I'm gonna be more forgiving cuz of how attracted and how much I love that culture. So I'm begging you, on my knees, begging, if you are of Hispanic or Latin origins please DON'T tell me or show me a pic until AFTER we talked and decided we might be more. I don't want to be swayed or heavily influenced by my lust or my nympho, greedy, needy, pussy. Sighs. This has been my TedTalk thank you. What is it with females on this site not responding to email? I have tried long, involved replies. I have tried short and succinct ones. I have tried "Please get in touch" notes. I have tried every type of email possible, but always courteous and non-threatening unless her profile specifically states that is not what she wants. I see lots of, "Please give me time to reply. I've gotten tons of responses," journal and profile notes, but they NEVER seem to have enough time to reply, no matter how much time they're given. What's the deal? Is EVERY female on this site a fake? Please, someone come through for me and restore my faith in humanity. We could be a perfect match, but unless you REPLY and we COMMUNICATE, we'll never know. When the opportunity slips away, we'll never get it back. A reply is literally two minutes (or less) of effort for a possible lifetime of reward.
I do confess that lately I have a strong desire for sexual engagement with another man that might include kissing, groping, oral sex and some sort of mutual sexual orgasm between the two with the possibility of multiple recurrences. Very doubtful I might find any takers on here and if so, likely on one of the coasts! Guess it's about time to pull out an app or there's always the option of cruising the homeless mission for a viable candidate for ownership. At least that way the bastard gets room and board for services rendered and might be thankful for it! LMAO!
In just one word to describe what it feels like to love someone who will never love you back-
Hollow.
Other words come to mind. Empty. Void. Blank. Pointless.
Hollow.
Because that’s exactly what it is.
It’s like eating junk food when you’re not even hungry or hungover because you are sure, so sure that it will satiate you. That it will make you happy. That it will give you some sort of sense of satisfaction and contentment. But that feeling never comes and you’re left just sitting in front of what is essentially, a waste, with nothing to show for it but a mess you’ve done to yourself. Junk food isn't good for you. In moderation it won't harm you but every day it will take it's toll on your health. Loving someone who doesn't love you is exactly like consuming junk food daily. It leaves you feeling so full you're empty.
It’s an uphill battle where there’s nothing waiting for you at the top. A triathlon with no one waiting for you at the finish line. It’s fighting every single day with bloody knuckles and an even more battered heart hoping that someone will be there to make everything worth it, everything okay. Then you realize that you’re standing on your own with absolutely nothing to show for yourself or all your struggles. Then you're responsible for picking up those pieces of your own emotions solo. But they're broken pieces that never will be the same or fit together "just right" any longer.
Metaphors aside, there’s not really anything good or at the very least, fulfilling, that comes from falling in love with someone who you know deep down will never truly love you back.
It’s purposeless. It’s empty.
It leaves you completely hollow.
Loving someone, really truly loving someone, who cannot and will not love you back isn’t something that will make you stronger. It can teach you a lot of things, but make you stronger? Not really. No matter which way you paint it, whatever beautiful embellishment you try to put onto your own cliché unrequited love, of rose coloured glasses.
Because the number one thing you learn when you love someone who doesn’t love you back?
It’s that sometimes, love really isn’t enough.
Loving someone, and continuing to love someone who will not love you back isn’t brave. And it isn’t strong. While there is something to be said for having a big heart and having the capacity to give pieces of yourself to people who don’t, and don’t deserve to, appreciate you, holding onto them when they aren’t holding back isn’t brave or strong or good.
It’s self-destructive.
Because deep down, truthfully, that’s what loving someone who you know will never love you back really is. It’s dousing your core in gasoline, handing them the match to see what they’ll do, and setting everything on fire yourself when you realize that they’re indifferent about what does or does not happen. And the longer it takes you to realize that that’s the case, that you’re responsible for your own entire wreckage, your destruction, the longer it will take you to scoop up your own ashes and rebuild yourself when you finally come to your senses.
Hollow.
That’s what trying to fill yourself with someone who doesn’t truly love you is. It’s empty. It’s unfulfilling. It’s hollow.
It will do nothing but frustrate you, fail you, and leave you standing there with nothing but the remnants of a you, you don’t even recognize in your own hands.
Because that’s the cost of loving someone who does not, and will not love you back.
You.
You won’t lose this person who you’ve idealized, who you’ve loved unrequitedly. You won’t miss out on “what could’ve been” and you won’t fail to jump onto a train that was maybe heading your way. You won't be sad that the ship you were about to board has already sailed. You won’t find yourself gring at the fingertips of anyone else, because the only person you will have failed to truly hold onto is YOU.
You.
So what does it honestly mean to love someone who doesn’t love you back?
It means losing you, losing yourself. It means letting go of things that may be actually tangible, and favouring something you will never actually hold close. It means putting a fantasy in front of your own reality, fragments in front of your own holistic life.
Loving someone who will not love you back is quite simply, a waste of your precious, precious time.
So what do you do? What do you do when you find yourself sitting there, attempting to justify and make sense of someone else’s ambivalence and your own inexplicable need to love them when they haven’t asked for it or earned it?
You let go. You move on.
No matter how hard it is, no matter the struggle. No matter how much you want to cling to them, and no matter how much you feel like you love them.
You have to let them go.
Because in letting them go, you know who you’ll get to hold onto instead?
You.
And that’s the only thing you’ll ever really need, anyway. Love yourself first. Good news: someone tipped me off about setting the journal background! It never occured to me to scroll all the way down to the bottom of the "Edit Journal" section.
Bad news: My profile is being haunted.
What. The. Heck.
I tried stripping older photos from my profile to keep from being accused of catfishing, and one I deleted will not leave. It's from 2006 and really needs to go. However, I went through the photo slots over and over and it's not coming up in there. It only shows up when I look at my profile.
GAAAAH! Podcasts - setting tone and direction & other must listen:
english spoken:
Diaries of a Domme + Questions Answered, by Chastity Queen
Obedient Love Podcast, by Ms. Viola Voltairine
Female Led Relationship Podcast, by Marisa Rudder
deutsch/german:
Nika Macht! - Das wahre Ahh und Ohh des BDSM, by Anika Tiegs
Dominante Grüße, by Lady Penelope
Bound-n-Hit, by Lady Julina
enjoy & ...obey
Amazed by the amount of "live-in" requests I get sent to me from people who a. have never done it before and live hundreds of miles away and b. don't know what they would actually bring to that kind of relationship beyond the what they call sex aspect of it.
The last thing I let live-in with me was a cat I was house sitting for and it shat on all the carpets and had no concept of inside and outside behavour lol. My Name is Sara Sands I am a transgender M2F, I have always felt Femmine and submissive but not a Slave type, I have a great deal of experience in D/s and always craving to learn and expand my submission deeper, I have served Dom Men, Domme Females and Domme trans, and Dom/Domme couples I am very obedient and very clean, I know from my yrs of meeting that a Dominant and submissive connection starts with Mindset, Sexual acts are the product of unlocking that mindset, Verbal control of me to start is key to my submission, The only way I have found pleasure is in serving and pleasing my Dom/Domme Humiliation and Punishment, I understand is a tool to remind me of my place and purpose, Once I have given my gift of submission to a Dominant I do as I'm told without hesitation or resistance, I have limits that I know will be tested but do know they would be respected, I am openminded/kinky. This is my first Journal Entry, I will be adding more in time, Starting with some real-life meets both the good ones and bad ones, Sharing the bad meets I hope will maybe spare others the mistakes I've made in judgment Thank you, anyone, that has taken time to read this intro of myself , Sara I can more clearly understand why people lie on the web and on this site. Telling the truth often gets you virtually ghosted early, no matter how much people say it doesn't matter. Lying, on the other hand, gives you the option of dealing with it when it comes out, which it always does. I guess then you count on the other person saying "oh, well...it's not that big of a deal."
There's no real reward either way, so...
Oh, and I'm not 49 like my profile apparently says. I'm 53. If I make a move to change it, it'll probably lock me out for 6 months. And I'm not sure where my journal entries from 2023 went, but anyway...People really do suck For everyone asking, yes i am still in training and have been collared. i have been in chastity for over six months i am only allowed out to clean myself and the device under the watchful eye of my owner. i have purchased a shock collar and it is locked on me now waiting for punishment, it is worn whenever i am home and is charging when i am out of the house. The shock is very powerful when turned up it will make me obey every command given to me, i regret buying this as i have no way to resist. When i see her grab the remote i start to shake a little and waste no time completing the task given to me. 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.
You know, if you can't be bothered to read my profile, as short as it is, then don't come to me and tell me how you feel deceived and that you should 'beat me for it' because you're too lazy to read or just plain incapable of processing even basic information that isn't about you abusing someone.
Yes i said abusing. There's healthy dynamics and there's abusive ones. Beating someone over your failings, is abusive. Especially when that person has said they don't do that type of play! I don't seem to flinch at the sight of individuals demonstrating their pain threshold.
I am now curious if the intensity of the pain passes a threshold where to them it is a climax of pleasure.
I absolutely love imagery of the femme fatale mixed with sexual curiousity.
The presented breasts, the extended heels, the red lipstick the curvy dresses the kneeled man. Again still think dungoens are just shit furniture, IKEA is doing some amazing things lately so no need to be cheap.
but you can't beat a little dress up in public to demonstrate your devotion to one another. Today I was told that we will be hosting our local BDSM group this coming weekend, The play is always painful and fun. Six other Dom/slave couples will be over Friday evening and the party usually last until mid Sunday afternoon. Sure, some stay start to finish, some leave earlier and some come, leave and them come back.
The Doms/Dommees love it as we have a huge basement filled with both purchased and homemade bondage equipment and furniture. One of the groups members is a brilliant cabinet maker and he made/donated an actual rack to our dungeon. Yes it will be used with great caution and I get to be the first one to break it in at the party. I will share a recap of the weekends events after we break in the rack and enjoy the other toys :) Yesterday, Thursday: 15/08/2024
Dear Diary,
MY day begins at 10 AM, just as I like it—on MY own terms. I wake up knowing that the world is MINE to shape, and I take MY time easing into the morning. MY routine is deliberate: a workout that awakens MY body, followed by a long, hot shower where I let the steam clear MY mind. As I prepare for the day, I’m already planning MY moves, each one purposeful.
Dressing for the day is a ritual, even when I’M working from home. Today, I chose something comfortable yet powerful—an outfit that reminds ME of the strength I carry. Before I head to MY home office, I check MY phone, smiling as I see the messages from MY submissives. They know what pleases ME, and today, I’VE received a few thoughtful gifts—tokens of their appreciation and respect. It’s a satisfying reminder of the influence I hold, and I allow MYSELF a moment to savour it.
MY home office is where the magic happens. As a web designer, I create, innovate, and build. The morning is spent in focused work—crafting designs, and connecting with clients. Even though I’M not in a traditional office, MY presence is undeniable. Every email, every project, every call reflaspects MY vision and MY control. I love knowing that MY work drives success and shapes the online world. I’M in charge, and it feels exhilarating.
In the afternoon, I switch gears to focus on growth and giving back. I mentor young black female entrepreneurs, helping them navigate challenges and harness their strengths. Empowering others is part of MY power, and I take pride in guiding them. Their progress fuels ME, just as much as MY own success.
As evening falls, I pour MYSELF a glass of Hennessy and dive into the course I’M developing. This project has been months in the making, and tonight, the ideas are flowing effortlessly. The warmth of the drink, the satisfaction of creating something meaningful—it’s a perfect combination. This course will be a game-changer, and I’M excited to see it come to life.
The night deepens, but I’M energised. I’M building something incredible, and I know it. When I finally wrap up, I feel a deep sense of accomplishment. I’M not just a woman with a career—I’M a force, shaping MY world with precision and pride.
As I lay in bed, I reflect on the day. I’M proud of who I AM—strong, confident, and in control. The gifts from MY submissives, the success of MY work, the course I’M creating—it all reminds ME that I navigate this world with grace, power, and a touch of indulgence. Tomorrow is another day to conquer, and I’M ready. This is MY world, and I own it.
BLACK GODDESS xx Another poem by yours truly:
In the depths of longing, I seek a Mistress fair,
Whose power and grace fill the very air.
I yearn to kneel at her feet, to serve and obey,
To find my purpose in her dominant sway.
Through the labyrinth of desire I roam,
Seeking a Mistress to make me her own.
In her eyes, I see the radiant fire,
That ignites within me an insatiable desire.
With every step, my heart beats in anticipation,
As I search for my Mistress, my salvation.
To be bound by her will, to be at her command,
Is the destiny for which I fervently stand.
In the quest for a Mistress, I find my truth,
Embracing submission, my soul finds its youth.
For in her presence, I am whole and free,
Bound to her, I discover my truest identity.
So I journey on, with hope in my heart,
For the Mistress who'll claim every part.
In her dominion, I'll find my release,
And in serving her, my spirit finds peace.
Its been a year since I discovered nu-metal. It's spoken to me like no other type of music has...Like as if...I was missing something in my life. My thoughts Is interpreted through the amplifyed speakers. Then, the YouTube algorithm brought KORN in the mix and just went absolutely crunk nutty.
Been a while since I have written, I have discovered a new fetish that I absolutely love , I love drinking a woman's pee either straight from the source or fresh in a glass still hot recently had a woman that I took to dinner go to the bathroom fill a glass with her pee and brought it back to the table for yours truly to drink was very humiliating and very hot but anyhow I would like to find indiana , Illinois, Kentucky, ohio woman that want to feed me there pee must be drug free and clean . Let me know I will travel to you !! I will perform or let you do as you will to me for the privilege to drink your golden nectar . One word of advise I would like to offer men.
It's something that might be hard for you to do . It might take some meditation time and soul searching. It will take listening to that higher voice inside and not your emotional fantasy side.
That advise is to be completely 100% honest with yourself and let that honesty spill over when your contacting someone on here.
People appreciate honesty rather than bullshit just like you do.
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 My view on online dating sites:
They work great when seen as a way to make a connection with someone you wouldn't otherwise meet as long as you then quickly move the introduction into real time and real life dating.
Otherwise, it's a waste of time for me.
That's why I won't chat with you or entertain any "possibilities" if you live more than 100 miles away from me.
If you're spending all of your free time interacting online, then you're only going to cotinue facilitating your online relationships. And that is definitely NOT what I personally am looking for.
I'm only interested in meeting people fact-to-face and spending time together person-to-person.
I currently host a singles gathering in Fort Myers, FL for just this purpose. Because I understand that if I want to interact more with people in person I have to actually meet up with people in person. We meet on the 3rd Friday of the month. Message me if you want more info about the location. It's a great group, and a good way to connect with others.
So I just want to make it clear that if you send me a message expressing interest, I'm going to want to pin down an actual meet in Fort Myers within a week or so of our first conversation or I'm going to completely lose interest.
It is what it is. I've been on here for several years now, but Im not always that active.
I think one of the most frustrating parts about reaching out to a Dominant women/mistress to see if they would accept you as their submissive is that its really difficult to sound genuine and hard to send a message online rhat doesn't sound like a copy and pasted message. I am under the impression that a lot of goddess's don't like copy and paste messages and while I don't do that I am scared that some of my messages sound like they could be haha. A Mistress Story
The Mistress was known for her strict and unyielding command over her submissives. She was a woman of power and dominance, with a reputation for turning the most strong-willed men into obedient slaves.One day, a young man, curious and seeking a new experience, came across Mistresses domain. He was intrigued and decided to submit himself to her, hoping to experience the thrill of complete submission and surrender. Upon entering her dungeon, the submissive was immediately struck by the sensory overload. The sound of whips cracking, the scent of leather and wax, and the sight of Mistress in all her glory, dressed in a full leather outfit and wielding a riding crop."Welcome, my new sub," she said, her voice dripping with confidence and authority. "You have chosen to serve me and obey my commands, no matter how degrading or humiliating they might be. Failure to obey will result in punishment."the submissive nodded, eager to begin his training as Mistress submissive boy. She wasted no time, quickly binding and gagging him, and then blindfolding him for good measure."You will learn to obey my every command, without hesitation," she said, her voice low and menacing. "You will be used and abused, trained to be my perfect slave."Over the next few weeks, the submissive experienced a range of sensations and emotions, from the pain of being whipped and spanked, to the pleasure of being teased and edged. He was tied up in different positions, hogtied, chairtied, and even hung from the ceiling, his feet barely touching the ground.Despite the pain he endured,the submissive found himself craving more. He loved the feeling of powerlessness, of being completely at Mistresses mercy. He reveled in these humiliation, the degradation, the denial of his own desires.And when Mistress finally allowed him to climax, it was more intense than anything he had ever experienced. He screamed into his gag, his whole body shaking with pleasure."Good boy," Mistress said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "You are learning to serve me well."In the end, submissive discovered a side of himself he never knew existed. He learned to embrace his submission, to love the feeling of being used and abused, and to find pleasure in the pain. And he owed it all to Mistress his strict and unyielding mistress, who showed him a whole new world of pleasure and pain. The guy who invented the anal hook is one sick bastard. I totally want to kick that s.o.b. in the balls.
My Dom knows how I feel about anal hooks. Whenever he presents me with an option to choose between "Option A - anal hook" and "Option B - something else", I will always choose option B, no matter how nasty option B is.My Dom knows this too and uses this approach whenever he wants me to try something "new". And yet, I keep on picking Option B...
Yup, I am one twisted girl...
subMeghan And I will always be a martyr, I will fill your life with songs
I'll be a wind chime in the window, catching life you throw around
And I will tear apart your bedroom, I'll call you in the night
I will exist in every second just to decorate your life
And when you're done, you can discard me like the others always do
And I will nurse my wounds until another artist stains me new
I will always reassemble to fit perfectly in you
For anybody that decides that I'm of use
Lonely is the muse... This is just a quick PSA, I have filled out and returned my ballot, so you can stop all the TV ads and yard signs and news coverage now.
Thank you.
Service is my reward - Earn it.
Devotion is my duty - Provide it.
Submission is my purpose - Live it and Embrace it.
My thoughts about FLR's
I wrote this a few years ago but I feel it’s still relevant… enjoy!—————————-So much said and discussed regarding FLR's. Some argue that it is not based in kink while others offer that it actually has its roots there. I personally believe that it can only roughly be defined… because ultimately… it is whatever the two consenting adults agree on creating together.
I will however take a moment to describe what I have imagined a Female led relationship to be. Let's begin by exploring some contrasts with what is...
What is a Male led relationship? Is it kinky by definition? I would imagine it to be the classic default idea of a bread winning husband and a wife who takes on more of the domestic duties. While kink really isn't involved in defining it… the assumption might be that the man's sexual needs get met with priority while hers are not. He is above criticism but she is not? Mix in our cultures unfortunate dance with masculine toxicity and I see why more and more Women are just plain fed up with the traditional relationship model. The goal to achieve equality often ends up seeming a pipe dream.
When I imagine a FLR i begin by flipping the script on the classic model.So perhaps She's the bread winner now…? and Her desires take priority?Regardless of income comparisons, the chores still need doing in the house so I naturally see the male stepping up and taking on the domestic roles before and after work. And much like how a male expects to be "served" as the head of house, I see the Female instead getting to make Her needs, comfort and well being the first priority.
But rather than asking for beer and sandwiches during a football game… I would imagine a Woman's requests to be more… well… feminine in nature. Intimacy building, sensual, communicative, nurturing and based more in the areas important to Her such as personal, domestic and emotional fulfillment.
Ahhh but macho men don't go there right? lol Perhaps this is why D/s is so much more commonly associated with the idea of a Female Led Relationship…? using Femdom to establish Her new authority and to lay the foundations of the power dynamics within the relationship.
YES, many men are clueless when it comes to being more balanced, more self aware, more selfless and more supportive of the Goddess in their lives. They grew up with the Patriarchy programming and only through months or even years of self introspection, re-education and re-balancing will they at last come to understand and access the Authentic expression of the Divine Masculine within them. It is so worth it but why oh why so rare in this day and age?
You can lead a horse to water but you cant make him drink is the saying that comes to mind when I imagine a vanilla version of a FLR. Perhaps D/s IS the most effective accelerant to what would be an otherwise painfully slow conversion process full of power struggles?
One element of kink that is definitely penetrating into more of the vanilla ranks is of course male chastity. This idea of harnessing the power of an otherwise out of control fire hose for bettering both himself and your intimate relationship is not surprising to see rise in popularity. Ensnared by his own kinky imagination, the chastity offers both initial enticement for him but also a far more tangible tool of enforcement for Her. This leverage She gains can then be used to establish a full and new domestic life balance between the two… while he begins to understand and witness the positive effect his attention and efforts to please have upon Her, Her beauty, their connection and his own personal awakening.
Now add in more and more kinks… BDSM, Cuckolding, Hotwife etc and to me you are just adding more toppings at the salad bar. The foundation of the FLR is laid out simply as the salad and the dressing… She is on top, she is leading the relationship direction and he is supporting Her efforts… hopefully quite willingly. If not then perhaps some croutons and deviled eggs are necessary as well? Maybe both enjoy a full on power dynamic 24/7 and act accordingly? The sky is the limit after that.
So yes, in my humble opinion… whatever they both create it to be… from the salad dressing on, is what I imagine a FLR to ultimately be. Thoughts?
The Gateway
For a long time I have thought that D/s, or in general kinky people, naturally relate to the superheroes of comics. This is not really an original idea - many gay guys have a superheroe fetish, and it is not just because of the tight uniforms. The typical superheroe lives a double life to preserve his secret identity from his enemies. By day a conventional, perhaps conformist character, he transforms by night to live dangerous adventures in an exciting underground world.
Fortunately, the need for gay people to hide their orientation has greatly diminished, but the dicotomy is still there - and it has its own appeal. Kinky people are in a very similar situation (complete with tight outfits). Many of us are selective about who can know our interests, and to what degree. And this, I believe, will continue much longer than for gays, because some areas of kink are just harder for the mainstream to assimilate. So we have a double identity - a gateway that leads to an exciting, sometimes dark world. A world where sexuality and power are both more naked and more sophisticated than in "the surface". A world that is also inside us - the gateway leading not just to others, but to a part of ourselves that is often a surprise. The Great Unknown, right in our core.
It is not a trifle. And it is all a present we receive when we face our inner cravings - and fears.
Sed timeo dominas et dona ferentes.
I'm disappointed in people being rude on here, realized that there are submissives and slaves that are extremely rude and disrespectful, even after sending a polite inquiry. Then, to get a response asking thoughts on my political beliefs, and then not being able to respond quickly, I get called nasty political names. After writing a response explaining my position, and explaining how I feel, I'm blocked. A true sign of being a coward and low life on this site.
There have been many wonderful conversations with Transgendered individuals, and I come to respect them more than some of the submissves or slaves that I've come to know on here.
It is no ones business to know how I feel in regards to political issues, or how I feel about the election results, past or current presidents. Its none of my business to know how you feel in this regard, unless you want to freely discuss it, but don't get upset or angry if they don't align with you.
In my opinion, I feel that politics and religion should not belong in a lifestyle relationship. I welcome to hear your opinion.
Efforts should be put into establishing and developing a lifestyle relationship, than worrying, or stressing out about political bull shit.
I just saw a profile that consisted of only a BDSM test.
When I read it I realized something that is missing and likely is the most important thing.
Where is the reference to interest in a real life encounter?
Where is any reference relating to an actual time frame of when it might occur?
So many of the kink or BDSM tests address interests but do not differentiate between those who want to masturbate to being a rope bunny and those who honestly want to be a rope bunny tomorrow, a week or a month from now.
Being interested in being a slave is totally different than being a slave. Someone who has slave tendencies or wants to be a slave someday is a waste of my time. While I try to be understanding, I do not want to spend weeks, months, or years getting to know someone who might someday meet me in real life.
I do not have any interest in exchanging erotica or demanding pornography. If someone is not willing and able to leave their current life for a year or two, it does not mean that they are fake.
That is worth repeating, If someone is not willing and able to leave their current life, it does not mean that they are fake.
It does mean that even though our interest may align our timeline does not.
I am mentally, emotionally and financially stable and could move a slave into my home anytime. I can take care of myself and do not need a slave. Having a slave in my home makes my life more comfortable. My slave does all of my domestic duties, I provide rituals, structure and you will not be required to work outside my home or office.
I do not want to rescue a woman who is in desperate need to leave her fucked up life. I do not need to complicate my life with a whole lot of drama. I accept that everyone will come with a certain amount of baggage but I live a happy, peaceful life in paradise.
I am looking for a woman who has a desire to fully commit to a life as my slave. Expereince, age, location is not as important as the desire and ability to meet in real life. If you are at a point in your life where you are prepared to relocate within a resonable time then we should talk. Ok either it's an AI scam profiles or some of you are really strange. Have had strange contacts with bizarre requests of the bat lately. Dont do that. Have an actual conversation with me first. We can talk about your freaky self later. I love the taboo and I might reference to it but believe me in 2 seconds of conversation I'm not asking you to do anything. And if you can't provide a pic in a reasonable amount of time with today's smart phones, you aren't real or serious. This isn't my first rodeo and I can spot BS a mile away Sadly most who have contacted me on here want so much more than I wantI want a real relationship with lots of tender vanilla timeBut this is sex. Just this. Mid week is jacking off on my healing tits or titty fucking meVery rarely do we have penetrative sex.
I seek an equal partner in my vanilla life. I'm strong and independen. I just need to be degraded like this and used as titty cum rag So it's been nearly a year since I last posted a journal entry, oh how we bore of new toys so quickly! Or in the case of the CS journals old toys returned to us as if new. I have not been on CS much recently, mostly because lots of other things have been going on but as I find myself moving into the slow period again, and dragged back to the uneven pleasure of finding someone to love and punish. Unsure when I will once again gather up the will power to use this toy again, I leave you with a quote from Patrick Kavanagh, look him up folks, he was a bit of a rouge;
Lost the long hours of pleasure All the women that love young men. O can I stilll stroke the monster's back Or write with unpoisoned pen. I'm irritated by the idiocy of some of these "subs" I'll meet you at a Starbucks and if I don't invite you home immediately thereafter you'll pull a typical fake sub move and not follow up. Most don't have the patience and respect to meet properly. To get vetted properly. Most think anybody declaring themselves a "sub" should be privy to my home immediately. No thought towards common sense or my safety?? I get these offers 5 times a week. Imagine if I gave my home address out that many times a week? I'd be murdered in less than a month by some fake predator. Or at the very least robbed and when you report something like that to police and say "I met him online" Boy how stupid do you look? Perhaps these idiots think I'm in a palace surrounded by gaurds? How much online porn must you watch before you actually think there's any likelihood that any of us REAL ladies are surfing for boys from within a palace. THAT lady isn't on collarspace, she has a caretaker whose job it is to find sub's. Out here in the real world a REAL domme works her 9-5 and expects her sub to do the same. To be sane. To be intelligent and productive within society. To be a regular guy and a sexy "trophy husband". Oh, if you are only interested b/c I'm Asian or because you're looking for a free wank session... dude, you're a racist or a cheap ass or both. So that block button has got your name ALL over it.
I'm NOT a free fetish delivery service folks. I had a conversation with a friend. He reminded Me how powerfully dominant I am. Also that most boys cannot handle what I offer. i asked him who he thought would be right for Me. I was amazed he captured him purrfectly. I am looking for someone at least 50 and up, athletic, handsome, intelligent, needs someone like Me. He will have his life together and can give us a happy life. All he needs is Me, after all I am a rare find. My Friends description is below:
I dont see you interested in someone thats a wimp
You want an Alpha to give himself to you, and do so completely He will only do that with YOU, not anyone elseYou want him to freely hand over his mind, orgasms, and serve your EVERY whimIn public he will simply appear to be the most doting mate on the planet, bit mentally he will be completely enslaved to you. You both love it this way and wouldnt want it any other way Seven years since my last post on Collar. Still
here and always stimulating my thoughts on
submission and being sexy for my friends.
i am on short vaca from the day to day norms,
so would like to chat some with my people.
So Cali is my HQ for most logistical meet ups.
Peace.
Holidays are usually rough for me and loneliness sinks in more especially around Christmas and New Years. Many people caught my eye and attention but, only one so far has managed to become at the fore front of my thoughts. This holiday all I seem to think about and picture is her bound with leather and gagged and at my mercy. Each whimper and cry with each swing of a paddle, flogger, and the stiking of canes arouses my need and feeds her need for pain. Once we ar both satiated I release her and hold her comforting her as I stroke her hair, her face and her body reveling in every mark, bruise and welt . I love eating ass, rimming, pegging, prostate massage. I LOVE cocks, the more the merrier.
A few fetishes:
Natural bush (me and men)
Cock worship
*Raw sex, dripping of jizz
Nipple suckling and biting
ANR/ABF nursing fetish
Edging and Tease
* Because of the riskier nature of raw sex, I get tested regularly and am picky about sexual partners. As such, I expect you to be as well. (IUD in place so no one's getting pregnant)
THE ISSUE WITH LONG-DISTANCE...
This is by NO WAY an exhaustive list, just some things to consider before you message me that you'd like to get to know me. If you live over 30 miles away, be prepared to send a message that includes addressing some of these things. Please...and thank you!!
Let's talk about getting to know someone long-distance. I'm not talking about a partner that has moved, and temporarily you're needing to keep the relationship long-distance, I'm talking about establishing a new one...getting to know someone NEW that lives far away.
On paper, I can understand that a great match for anyone may not be in their own city/town. And I can totally understand that many people feel that with today's technology, it is much much easier to get to know someone far away and they would be correct! With phone calls (yes just like the olden days, people still talk on the phone), with FaceTime/Skype and video chats, we can get a great sense of someone before we've met them in person!
The issue for me is that I'm slightly on the demi-sexual side and so it is imperative to meet someone in person within a week or so of chatting because that's really the only way I'll be able to confidently say, "Oooo this is someone I think I would like to do stuff with naked." Clearly, this is problematic when considering someone out-of-town.
Because of where I am in life as a parent (the last teen still 2 years away from college), where I am with work (small business owner that could work remotely, with a LOT of planning) and where I am with finances (enough to cover my bills, but not enough to afford to move out of state as that can cost $5-$10k easily), if you want to get to know me to possibly date and see if we might be a good kink/romantic match, you will need to address these three main concerns. How would you do that? Get creative:
Offer to be extremely communicative for a week to 10 days, not just a little here and there, but a concentrated effort
Spend some time on the phone with me, like in the olden days LOL
If it feels right, offer to come to/near Cincinnati to have lunch/dinner and spend some quality in-person time together EXPECTING that no clothes will be removed
If we have lunch/dinner and one or both of us feels meh about the other, GRACIOUSLY accept that decision and don't force anything out of guilt or obligation
After that point, should we BOTH decide we'd really like to get to know each other and date/spend time together (which MUST include in-person, not just online or over the phone), be prepared to have some solutions to the issues I mentioned above in order to move forward. Some examples:
"I can move to Cincinnati and rent an apartment near you for a year while we pursue each other, then move-in/get married/whatever."
"I can afford to fly you to me several times a month to me during the get-to-know-you period"
"If we decide to build a fabulous kinky-life together I can afford to move you here and help make sure your responsibilities with your house in Cincinnati are met"
REMINDER: This is by NO WAY an exhaustive list, just some things to consider before you message me that you'd like to get to know me. If you live over 30 miles away, be prepared to send a message that includes addressing some of these things. Please...and thank you!!
i don't play a lot of video games. In fact, I don't have a gaming system made in the last decade. But once or twice a year when I visit my nephews, I play this game that makes me really happy. So much so that I looked into buying a system just to play it. But a few hundred dollars doesn't seem like a solid investment for one game when there's so much else I need it for.
A few months ago my nephew got an entire system upgrade. My dad bought it. The entire thing. With every last accessory. So I thought, maybe he might do that for me, too, if I asked. My nephew told me everything I needed and I set up a wishlist for my birthday. My dad came to visit and he brought presents. All the accessories, yay! But no gaming system to use them with. Disappointing. But Christmas isn't all that far off.
A few weeks ago I was talking to my sibling and mentioned the whole birthday thing with the accessories. He said ask him for Christmas. I was really hesitant. If he didn't do it for my birthday I didn't have high hopes for Christmas. But if I don't ask I'll never know. It's still on the wishlist, I sent a text asking Santa to please get it. No response.
Its not about the gaming system. I would never have asked for it, I know it's expensive. It's about worth. Am I worth enough to spend the money to buy it? The nephew is. Am I? He has the money. You probably already know how this ends.
No. He didn't get it for me. I'm not worth it to my father. I am only worth the accessories.
I guess eventually I'll have to buy it since I have everything else and try not to think about the little value I hold for the man I try so hard to please. This is why I try not to ask him for anything. I don't know why I was hopeful. I know better. Hello Everyone,
I wanted to let all of you know that I will be having an orchidectomy surgery next month. The time has come for me to move forward in my life as a woman, and this seems to be the right decision. People very close to me, including my ex-girlfriend, have been big supporters. This is a big step, and I know deep down it will be better for my health and well-being.
Missy Topk the bdsm test. Not sure it is accurate. Many questions were on sex for example. There was a few questions that dealt with Voyeurism which I was next to neutral. I am much more masochistic and answered completely agree on questions related to pain and torture, even if in the context of sex. Yet had me as 70% masochistic and 98% Voyeuristic. Lol, if anything, those are opposite. Oh well, no matter, i am largely self aware of who i am in bdsm context. I've been getting emails from subs and slaves that if we lived closer, I'd certainly pursue . I am not looking to build an online relationship with anyone that I cannot physically inspect and get to know in person and will not waste my time pretending that just Because we may align in the things that we seek , I'm willing to wait to meet . With that said ,if you cannot meet within two weeks to a month of us conversing , I am not interested AT ALL in chatting or a pen pal .It definitely takes time away from potentials that we can start getting to know one another in person as I'm seeking a long term commitment not just an online play partner . I wish you all luck on your search in finding the perfect Domme for yourself but know I am NOT a Misstress that will play games about what it is I am seeking to find or my journey getting there so that I can finally say goodbye to the search of finding my forever . This site can get to you, you think you've made a connection then just like that you haven't as the person no longer answers you or you rudely get blocked. But every now and again a bright diamond appears and suddenly I've made the best friend ever. She and I are spookily on the same wavelength and its so great to be able to talk to someone who understands lifes complexities and the struggle that women have trying to find a decent guy. She's been through a lot in her life but she's a total catch and if you've ignored or turned her away her, wow did you miss out.
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?
Subs willing to serve alongside another sub of Mine take priority, especially to help facilitate My desire for T&D. Note: Serving alongside does not always mean a forced bi or bi situation. Please ask before assuming.
Only accepting those from the Pacific and Mountain time zone, west coast preferred, but will consider other locations, if you travel regularly for business.
MUST be ok with a poly dynamic. I am NOT seeking a mono relationship from My side, but you may, as all of those under Me are, be mono to Me. I do have other subs under Me. I'm a Domme, so it's to be expected. If you are not ok with that, please don't waste My time. Personality Traits of BDSM Practitioners Another Look A recent study provides another glimpse into
Recently, the practice BDSM (bondage and discipline, dominance/submission, sadism-masochism) has generated a great deal of interest among lay-people and academics alike. The best-selling novel Fifty Shades of Grey and the new film of the same name have helped bring an otherwise stigmatised phenomenon into mainstream awareness. However, this book is apparently not a particularly accurate portrayal of how BDSM is practiced in real life (for example, see this post by sex researcher Justin Lehmiller). Fortunately, this increased interest in the subject has also been accompanied by some new scientific studies that may help to provide more accurate insight into these practices. In a previous post, I discussed a 2013 study that suggests that BDSM practitioners are generally psychologically healthy and that they tend to prefer roles that fit their personalities. In this post, I discuss a newer study that also examined the personality traits of BDSM practitioners using a somewhat different personality model. Some of the findings were highly similar, although there were some differences as well that may be worth exploring further to shed more light on the psychology of BDSM.
BDSM encompasses a diverse range of activities that include but not are limited to the exercise of power and control by one person over another, physical and psychological restraint, and infliction of pain and humiliation. These activities may or may not occur in a sexual context. Typically, someone in a dominant role, known by a variety of terms, including ‘top’, ‘dom or dominant’ or ‘sadist’, will direct the actions of someone in a submissive obedient role, known by such terms as ‘bottom’, ‘sub or submissive’ or ‘masochist’. All activities are consensual and practitioners will negotiate beforehand what they consider acceptable. Many participants have a preferred role they assume in most or all activities, while some prefer to switch roles as desired. Participation in BDSM can range from occasional casual role-playing to a preferred orientation and even to a whole lifestyle with 24/7 role enactments (Hébert & Weaver, 2014).
As discussed in one of the earliest posts ever, when i decided to start posting a blog, there has been some quite interesting research looking into the psychological characteristics of BDSM practitioners. Contrary to what has often been assumed, there is no evidence that BDSM practitioners in general suffer from any particular form of psychological disturbance and in fact they seem to be mentally and emotionally well-adjusted (Richters, De Visser, Rissel, Grulich, & Smith, 2008; Wismeijer & van Assen, 2013). I was particularly interested in the findings of a study of Dutch BDSM practitioners (Wismeijer & van Assen, 2013) which included an assessment of their personality traits according to the Big Five model. The five factors in this model are neuroticism, extraversion, openness to experience, agreeableness, and conscientiousness. These are broad personality characteristics that subsume a larger number of narrower more specific traits. According to this study, practitioners in general, including both dominants and submissives, tended to be higher in openness to experience and conscientiousness compared to a comparison sample from the general population. Additionally, participants who preferred the dominant role tended to be lower in agreeableness and neuroticism compared to submissive participants and to the general population, while, submissives tended to be more extraverted than the general population. Additionally, dominants tended to have higher subjective well-being and were less sensitive to rejection compared to the general population, suggesting that people drawn to the dominant role may be particularly |
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