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UsefulPROPERTY Sir , You don’t have to be gay or bi to own male property.
Yes , I know you Straight Alphas are here mainly looking for pussy to use and I also know you are looking for a female slave who will be compliant and obedient and do all of your housework , cooking etc…
So , you are looking for two things
1 – pussy to fuck
2 – A slave to be a domestic slave and take care of all of your domestic needs.
At the moment , you have neither.
How many years have you had neither ?
The option available is to use a faggot male gimp to fulfil your domestic needs.
You don’t have to have sex with it – hell , you don’t even have to look at it .
Keep it hooded and in chains and put it to work.
If you want to make it look aesthetically pleasing you could even keep it in head to toe latex, waist cinched, giant fake boobs , masked and in towering heels.
From morning till night , you simply use it for all of your domestic needs. Cooking , cleaning , laundry , ironing , gardening , cleaning your car , maybe even put it to work in your business.
You don’t even have to get out of bed to take a piss in the middle of your sleep at night. Just summon your gimp using your electro shock dog collar and have it come to you and open its mouth.
It is always hidden out of sight , from friends and family. Stored in a pare room , garage or outhouse , caged or boxed and gagged when not in use.
You carry on with your life much as you do right now . You still continue to seek out pussy.
You see this gimp slave is merely an object in your eyes , a thing to make your life easier.
It does not question , it does not make a sound ( as it is perpetually gagged ) it simply awaits instruction and obeys.
“An extra in my home is gonna cost me , financially” – well , actually , not that much. Naturally, you have to feed and water it , but , this can be done in conjunction with your own intake. Just an extra meal or snack whenever you have one.
When its daily work is done , you can use it as human furniture , or as an ashtray , so , it has more use there . Or, simply return it to its cage and lock it up for the night.
No one will ever know that you have a male gimp object making life easier for you.
This object is free to fulfil that domestic need for you Sir. It could be relocated to you if you set up the right environment i.e invest in chains and a cage or box to store it .
This all makes sense Sir , please do get in touch.
J4truth I'm only saying I'm disappointed in myself because I wasted time getting to know a few boys over this last several months who have all turned out to be unable to be consistent or follow through primarily because they are not real and don't know it. I wrote that last message because many messages I get are claiming to be sub's but the first and only thing they want to discuss is sexual service or bondage. Bondage takes time to get to since a trust and rapport must be built and I don't appreciate being used as an outlet for him to get off on his chosen method of not getting off. That is not sub service and my profile clearly states that's not what I'm looking for. Yes sexual and sensual pleasures are part of the relationship but you have to build a relationship first. (I'm not risking myself to legal repercussions just to race to fulfill some ass holes dream of being "forced" into something. Anything) These subs that think otherwise are fooling themselves and wasting the time of good dommes. This behavior is no different than the guy on match dot com who plays the same move on a lady in the vanilla world. "Oh hey i like your profile and see you posted for ltr but would it be cool if we just meet at a motel cuz im not really in a position right now for all that, but you were just so cute" Men are still men even if they claim to know what being a sub is and most men have been trained since birth to persuade women to just do whatever he wants. Even if he wants to be a sub he can then be a selfish sub. These subs are fakers who are "topping from the bottom". I will not abide such behavior.
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Yes i put it on my other one too lol
Thought I would put this here. We all know how long updating your profile takes LOL I was passing the time one evening responding to emails (sorry I'm behind, getting better though lol) I accidentally pushed the "home" button, which no longer refreshes the page, but shows you profiles of all that are currently online. I started reading other's profiles (Dominant and submissive) and I was surprised to see there are still some lifestyle people on this thing lol Below are some phrases here and there and adjusted them to fit me, as well as some of my own words, to explain yet another way what I am looking for. (So thank you fellow CS'ers for the help lol):
Even though I have a rather in depth profile, I still get asked what I'm looking for. So hopefully this will work for everyone (yeah yeah yeah I know the wankers aren't going to read this either LOL):
Looking for a slave to train with love and discipline. I'm looking for a partner(s) that is no where near a doormat, like so many on here, I am way too busy to deal with the game players that seem to keep finding me here. I am looking for someone who can hold their own in the vanilla world during business functions, etc., but also has the ability to enjoy and obey the rules and regs of the D/s lifestyle.
I want my companion slave to be my lover (someone that can and will hold me at night), a friend (someone I can talk to on any level about anything),one I can trust and love back. Go on trips, day or otherwise and have actual fun. (D/s doesn't have to be done just at home ya know? lol) And, "no" for all you one handed typers that get mad and say, "You are just looking for a husband" just because I won't "assist" them in their efforts lol Trust me, a piece of paper is the LAST thing I'm looking for. I know they say to never say never but.......NEVER!!!! LOL I believe submission is a gift to give not one to take
I mix D/s with everyday vanilla life. That means I also want a balance in family, friends and the lifestyle. And I mean our actual families (i.e. mothers, fathers ,brothers, sisters, nephew, nieces, cousins, aunts, uncles; are all important to me and should be for you as well) (and "no" this does not mean that we will be shouting in the streets to our family and friends about our personal life, it just means we need to mingle with others just as much as we would if we were just vanilla. Nothing makes people start nosing around like someone or a couple that only keeps to themselves. LOL
I usually read history and profile before I respond to someone. And guys for you that say you don't have kids but want them some day, just move on to the next profile, because that obviously won't be happening here LOL
Nothing makes me happier than to know that I have a loving, trusting, supportive family/foundation under me (yes, this time I am referring to my "in house" family) My man/men are happy when I am pleased with them and nothing makes them sadder than knowing that they have displeased me. Me and my guy or guys and that we are all happy and taken care of and that we are living the life that is perfect for what we were all looking for. Not someone who just says he wants it. Those kind either try to manipulate you into what they want eventually, or they are here but miserable, making everyone else the same. Or the worst ones that go with a family just to be with "anyone" and the whole time they are online trying to better deal you lol
No I wont meet or even DM you after we have a 5 minute conversation in mail if you want to meet me (usually just "hi" back and forth), Take your time. Talk to me.. I think there is a very special person behind this computer screen. If you are a real lifestyle submissive then you should want to take your time and learn as much as you can about the life that you claim you want to walk into, forever. If this isn't your style and you need to move faster, that's awesome, it's just not my way, so we can agree to disagree and you can move on to the next profile. No I don't plan on talking here forever before DM's but I will move on to whatever the next step is, when "I" am ready. Nothing else will fill the void but what I seek. So don't ask, try to manipulate me, or think you are so special that I will change what I want. You get to choose who and what you want, I deserve the same respect.
BeatRice5280 a nite out w/my Dom&Domme
Tonite was to be my cumming out. i dressed in my simple black dress & w/Your help my garter belt, cheeks-hi fashion black stockings & peep toe heels that framed my shiny fluorescent pink nails. Sir, bent me over, slapping my cheeks made me spread them inserting a jeweled butt plug. Bent over my balls were hanging low. Taking advantage of that You forced them thru several rings adding weight. Then pulling my clit back separated each into two enormous labia. When i stood straight You were holding pink thong which i slipped into. Pulling it high on my hips it seated the butt plug so it would tickle my G-spot with every step + making a huge, Camel's foot obvious. i donned my blonde wig, blondes do have more fun, You added my pink collar + Rainbow leash & w/one of You on each arm off we go to a local LBGTQ bar.
i was most anxious entering the crowded bar, buTT You lifting my hem striped my butt with Your crop teling me to strut like ths slut i am. So i made it to a stool, hiked up my dress to sit & ordered Your drinks. The sexy barkeep with a wink asked mine & You told her, "she'll have a CD Cocktail" soon enuf, L0l! Sure enuf we'd attracted attention.
to be Continued?
MrWryly Socrates wrote, “The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.”
Another way to look at it is that anyone who thinks they have achieved great wisdom clearly hasn't attained the wisdom to realize how little they still know, and are likely unworthy of the title wise.
I love that idea. I think it's capable extending beautifully for the scene.
If I ever tell someone they should trust me, rather that show someone who I am and hopefully inspire trust through my every action, I am probably undeserving of trust.
If I ever tell someone they should respect me, rather that show someone who I am and hopefully inspire respect through my every action, I am probably undeserving of respect.
If I ever claim to be a Master, having mastered myself, my ideas, my tools, it is likely I am simply displaying my deep unawareness of the more than a lifetime's worth to master.
Of course, they executed Socrates for what he said about wisdom. So, to all those Masters, who demand trust and respect, who have little cliques who award each other leather. I'm sure you totally deserve all you demand. Hopefully that didn't sound too sarcastic. The British accent makes everything sound that way!
alenaslight The mystery of living a life of divine love with harmonious relationships, getting total support and joy within a loving family is surrender. Jesus Christ has said to keep the peace so much as it depends on you. There are many who look for social approval and it takes their focus away from having harmonious relationships. They instead care too much about the opinions of others or what others have said regarding a person and not getting to know them on their own, personally. Having bonds within communities is a good thing as we are all truly brothers and sisters of one another. Look out for the interests of others and not to your own only. Look at your brothers and sisters wherever in the world they may be. Are they in need of anything? If you are abundant and possess something they need that you can spare then don't hold back, give. Not everything is about money either. Lend an ear, lend a shoulder to cry upon, write those letters, offer a hug, cook a meal for someone. When you give you receive. It is written. Only please do not sound a trumpet before you for the deeds you are doing for a brother or sister. No one needs to know, just you, God, and your brother or sister that you helped. And if you cannot give, I say to you pray. The prayers prayed in faith will heal a person even a nation. Will you be caught standing strong in love for God and others? Jesus Christ's homecoming is closer than we may think. Will you be ready?
Lookin4aLivin Why are there so many scammers on here?
Listing their weight at 57 pounds among other obvious falsehoods is a dead giveaway.
Why do many state they are willing to relocate but in their profile they put local only?
Why can't someone after receiving a very heartfelt reply to their profile simply send a not interested reply back?
Not interested,WOW that took 10 seconds.
Why do i keep trying? Because finding someone will not save me. i am alone but not lonely and am very greatful for the life i have and if its not meant to be so be it but i have a glass is half full mindset and if it is meant to be it will the the icing on my cake of life.
Just saying!
MasterMayDomme NEW!! THE MEDIEVAL DUNGEON - ITALY
The Medieval Dungeon is fully equipped with suspended bed, stocks, St Andrew’s Cross and full length spanking bench and bondage table and more.
There is plenty of opportunity for play, pleasure and pain! The Medieval Boudoir is also available with two beds should you wish to chill out away from the Dungeon area. There is even plenty of space on the grounds for BDSM outdoor play and camping if it's your thing freedom and privacy guaranteed.
The Medieval Dungeon is available to be booked for long decadent weekends or you can tailor your retreat to suit yourself by arrangement from the end of March.
BDSM * CFNM * Domination * Flogging * Discipline * Corrective Therapy * Bondage * Spanking * & much more…bondage table so there will plenty of opportunity for play, pleasure and pain!
IM HERE TO BOOK YOUR TIME IN THIS BEAUTIFUL RETREAT I shall be inresidence from the 26th March should you wish to visit me.
TVCharlene Let me clarify what I am seeking here instead of changing my profile.While all the crossdressers having the fantasy of being "kept" and on hormones and living as a woman 24/7 with nothing to do except be a sex toy seem to have plenty of masturbatory fodder, and some constantly write to me seeking this exact thing, let me make a few points as to what I am seeking personally. I am seeking a sincere PART TIME cd, closeted or not, that is willing to work hard as a male in the day and switch into femme mode at nights and on weekends. If you believe some sort of a collapse is NOT coming and think everything is going to be just hunky-dory in the future, then please move on from my profile and back to your fantasy world. I am looking for people that share my vision; to be living on a ranch and create a sustainable life. If we need to go off grid that is certainly an option that I am getting prepared for. But it is HARD work. I know, I know, nobody wants to do that anymore. If you are willing to put in the time, and the effort, the rewards will be great. As far as our mutual crossdressing fetish goes, we will indulge that every chance we get. I am the strict Domme Mommy type and very into tight and shiny fetish wear and bondage games. I seek someone that can find her place at my feet. I am hopeful there is one c/d out there that all this resonates with and wishes to relocate. If so, write.
pizzapuppiescows You know the saying, you are what you eat? I heard a variation today I like ever so much better. You are what you digest. Think about it. We, sometimes unwillingly, ingest things that are good for us and reap the nutritious benefits. We also take in those that have spiraling negative effects. And then there's corn. Yes, corn is an antioxidant and contains vitamin C, but for the most part it remains unprocessed and pointless. That's the definition of corn in this moment. Argue with me later about fiber. So, you've got your positive veggies and fruits and grains. You've got your negative chocolate ice cream. You've got corn.
What about when it comes to your words and actions? Are you filling your plate with nutritious positivity? Or are you spiraling negativity about others. About yourself. Your actions. Or is it all just corn? I find, and maybe some of you will feel the same, that I get lost if I don't have a daily agenda. Consider it the plate to put food on. No plate and you just walk around nibbling, not planning out nutrition, not balancing indulgences. I have no plate and no plan and I feel awful. It's all corn and I don't care enough about any of it to make a change. I don't want to have a corn summer. This is my reminder to build a nutritious plate every day so I ingest positivity.
Is this a little too in my head? It went in a different direction that what I was thinking. Originally the connection I made was about taking in the positivity in your surroundings and letting go of anything that doesn't serve you. Drop the corn. Only I seem to have had an epiphany somewhere in there. It could use a little more connection, but hopefully you'll figure it out. By the way, I love corn on the cob. Just not as a neutral state of being.
Someday I'm going to circle back to this philosophy and hashtag drop the corn. You heard it here first.
Anjunajune Adding to the House of M - Our search for a slaveThe House of M is looking for a slave.We’re going to be picky, very picky. We will take out time in this search to find the right one at the right time for us. And because of that, we recognize this search will take some time.Our House and more specifically, our dynamic is built on communication, trust, honesty, intelligence, friendship and deep respect for each other. Those who are a part of it, are individuals that recognize that connection and relationship must exist in both the lifestyle as well as in the vanilla world to develop the kind of bonds that are required to create the richness we desire. We want one who will care a deeply about us as we will about them and share our values. We place a high value on intelligence, the mental aspaspects of the lifestyle, caring about each other, loyalty, seriousness in and about ones roles, as well as the ability to have fun and be let loose when the time is right.We seek a bi M masochistic slave (under 45), smooth with at least a slightly feminine appearance who is height weight-proportional. One who craves to serve and derives fulfillment from the act of giving themself to us. A slave who knows that their proper place is at a Master's feet, serving whenever, however, and whatever Master requires. Our vision is that my babygirl and I will both Dominate this slave equally as their Master. Not live-in, but possible in the future as part of this long-term dynamic. While there should be NO expectation for sexual use from either of us, they should be ready and eager to serve both of us in any way we choose. Our current needs include domestic, sexual and masochistic service, but know that as we intend for this to be a long time ownership, these needs will evolve and grow. We hope to find one who craves degradation, humiliation, objectification, and belonging, with limits that align with our own (see our profiles).For those who wish to explore becoming part of our House, write us and we can begin a conversation about it, but be patient, be respectful, come ready to show us who you truly are and most of all be patient. Take this time to get to know us as we get to know you.We are worth it - I promise you
Mzspanks End of 2021 !!! A lil note to say ... Thank you for all the funny, sweet, lewd, crude, caring , seductive and fucking outrageous .. emails, naughty pics and vid clips throughout this past year ..I've been truly entertained by some, moved by more than a few and heart strings tugged at a time or two ..
May we all find what we seek ..
I discovered Collarme now Collarspace in my late 30's.. going into my mid 50's now and it's still an awesome site.. I've met some pretty amazing men and women ..online and lots offline too ! I've fallen in love, made mistakes and shed a tear or two for not taking a chance or not making an effort when I didn't feel the "timimg" ..
Ya know we never have enough time, there's that one day tho !! It's called regret !
So... whatever you identify as and whom ever it is you choose to please and for whatever your reasons .. do it all the way and the only way you know how .. by being you!! Authentcally u! Don't cheat yourself out of being that needle one the haystack..
Happy Kinky New Year ..
Hugs, bumps and grinds !
Ms. Eve
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MistressNikkiVixen Let’s speak on something most avoid.
What is the point of control, if there is no purpose behind it?
To take responsibility for someone, whether you call them a submissive, a slave, or anything else, and then leave them without direction, is not power, it’s mismanagement.
Service is meant to be useful.
Without purpose, without structure, without a defined role, that energy has nowhere to go, and over time it deteriorates, focus fades, discipline weakens, and what could have been something valuable becomes wasted potential.
So I ask,
You say you “own” them, now what?
What is their routine, what are they responsible for, what are they building under your direction, what is the outcome you’re working toward?
Because in any real system, any kingdom, any structure, everyone has a place.
A role, a function, a reason they exist within it.
Without that, you’re not leading, you’re collecting.
And that’s where most fail.
If your life cannot function without them, then who is truly in control?
If their only purpose is to sustain you financially, then what happens when they step away?
You haven’t built anything, you’ve created dependency.
And dependency is fragile.
Real power is stability, it’s structure, it’s having your world in order first, so that anything added to it strengthens it, not holds it together.
So this is the challenge,
Get clear, get structured, get intentional.
Because if you’re going to take responsibility for someone else,
You should already know what to do with it.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
Bent4Paddle This is my fantasy. I’m not sure I’d want it to come true. I’d love to see your response.
I serve my Daddy and his equally dominant girlfriend as a live-in domestic maid. I also am required to take care of their sexual needs as well. Both are quite strict and require that all of my duties be performed with utmost attention to detail and to be done promptly and cheerfully.Any deviation results in punishment. Spankings with hairbrushes, wooden paddles and the awesomely effective bathbrush are the most utilized corrections and dark red bullseyes on my bottom can often be seen thru my sheer panties or thongs for days afterwards.This is a description of the punishment that is reserved for the most grievous errors on my part.Once the sentence has been pronounced I am ordered to report to the “punishment theater”, a room equipped with various devices that prop up and restrain the supplicant for punishment. There are two dozen theater style padded seats placed in a semicircle around a central stage for guests to witness. I am to bend over a heavy straight back chair placed in the middle of the stage with my hands gripping the seat and feet spread four feet apart. There I wait, sometimes for nearly an hour for the proceedings to begin. For the most grievous offenses my Daddy and Domme often invite friends to witness the event. I count three, four then five, six seven and eight witnesses trickle in and be seated. Soon my Daddy and Domme enter and announce my transgressions and the sentence of the Full Measure. I am the ordered to stand up while my Domme seats herself on the chair. I am then bent over her lap still with my sheer panties on. “Are you comfortable my dear?” She asks. “Yes Ma’am.” I reply. “Well enjoy it because you won’t be very soon!” There are snickers from the crowd as Daddy hands her a heavy red oak hairbrush. SMACK! SMACK! Two very hard swats to each cheek start my spanking. “Are you ready?” “No Ma’am, I mean yes Ma’am!” I reply and then she begins a very hard and furious series of swats two or three per second strike my cheeks. Sometimes she alternates left to right. Sometimes she concentrates on one cheek or the other. It goes on and on and on. I am kicking, screaming, crying. Finally after perhaps a hundred swats. I am ordered off her lap and to stand bent over in front of the chair. I am told to rub my “clitty” through my panties while my Daddy and Domme converse with their guests. Furiously rubbing my pantie crotch momentarily eases the fire in my bottom and my clitty responds with a minor erection and an oozing of pre cum. “Ok playtime is over boi! Lower your panties and bend over my lap,” announces Daddy. I instantly do as I am told. “Let’s see if my bathbrush can alter your behavior!” I begin whimpering at his words as my bare bottom is well acquainted with the power of the bathbrush. He locks my legs with his right leg in the well known position for delivering a real bare bottom blistering. “Hold on to the chair legs tight boi! Your’re going for one helluva ride!” And then it begins. Swat after swat of that evil wooden bathbrush. And while the swats are not delivered full force the effectiveness of that instrument makes an incredibly painful impression on my bare bottom. He concentrates the blows on the summit of my cheeks that have already been made sensitive by the prior hairbrush treatment and then he begins an assault a bit lower on the underside of my bottom nearly to the junction with my thighs. I try to keep count (sometimes after a spanking I am asked how my swats I received) but I lost count after five dozen or so. Finally the bathbrush assault ends with a round of applause and cheers from the assembled audience. I am once more ordered to bend over with hands gring the seat of the solid spanking chair. My bare bottom is so clearly and embarrassingly on display as I weep. After five minutes or so my Domme orders, “Pull your panties up and begin rubbing your clitty again. You have twenty minutes to cum in your panties while we discuss your further punishment. You may use the vibrator if you wish but your panties better be sticky when the time is up!” Even though I know the vibrator isn’t necessary for me to cum as I have lots of experience in tweaking my clitty I take her warning about filling my panties seriously and set about using the vibe. Sure enough in just three minutes I begin to spasm and a load of cum wets my panties. “Good boi! Look he’s cumming! That’s quite a load!” Are some of the comments I hear from the guests. “Time is up boi!” announces my Domme. “You’ve had enough fun with the vibrator. Now carefully remove your sticky panties and hand them to me.” I do as I’m told and she inspaspects the results that the vibrator has had. “Hmmm that’s a good load. One of your better efforts. Now be a good boi and open your mouth.” Again I comply and she carefully eases the cum soaked crotch of my panties into my mouth making sure the goo coats my tongue. “Now we have discussed the third part of your spanking and have decided it will be three dozen full force swats with “The Persuader”. (Those of you who have read my other story may know of it). The Persuader is an eighteen inch long by three inch wide three eighths inch thick maple wooden Spencer paddle with holes that insure little round blisters will be left as souvenirs on the recipient’s bottom. I begin whimpering even though my gooey panties try to stifle my cries. This time I’m led to a spanking bench where I am restrained bent well over with my arms, waist knees and ankles firmly fastened. In short order The Persuader is put to work. These swats are hard. Very hard, but they are measured and delivered at thirty to sixty second intervals so that I can feel the burn of every stroke. And it does! Deeply, excruciatingly so, eliciting screams from my pantie gagged mouth. This last part of the punishment lasts nearly an hour and at the end the assembled guest are most appreciative. Before leaving thy are invited to the stage to inspect and fondle the marks and blisters on my bare bottom. From their comments I know that the “souvenirs “ will be lasting for at least a couple of weeks. They will be a reminder to be on my very best behavior.
InspiredSymbionts We are unable to accomodate live in 24/7/365 situations or assist with relocation
One of us will offer to meet with you via video or in person before engaging in any kink activity.
Both Owner and slave travel fairly extensively from their respective sides of the pond so while geography is not always a challenge, some places will be easier than others. Please be ready to meet us part of the way, be realistic about your abilities and availabilities.
Currently we are looking for information about any private outdoor play space locations. The Owner is also looking experienced heavy bottoms for sharps (needles, scalpel, hooks, and more) and folks into genital torture. MissDAR In shadows deep where secrets lie,
A man of strength, beneath the sky,
Dominance etched upon his face,
Yet hidden yearnings seek their place.
He walks with power, commands the air,
Yet dreams of moments soft and rare,
Of tender hands and whispered might,
Of yielding to her gentle light.
She stands before him, eyes aglow,
A force of nature, soft and slow,
In her presence, he finds release,
His iron will begins to cease.
For in her gaze, he finds his home,
No longer does he need to roam,
To her, he gives his crown and throne,
Under her strength, he's not alone.
He surrenders all, his power and pride,
And kneels before her, nothing to hide,
In submission's sweet and tender grace,
He finds his true and rightful place.
Her touch is soft, yet holds command,
A gentle force, a guiding hand,
She leads him to a world unseen,
There is strength and softness and inbetween.
In yielding to her, he is free,
A paradox of strength to be,
Her words, a balm, her voice, a song,
Under her power, where he belongs.
Sometimes bound by iron chains,
He feels the strenght of her reign,
In her dominion, he is whole,
She claims his heart, she owns his soul.
For in her power, he finds peace,
A harmony that will not cease,
In sweet submission, he is known,
Her slave at rest, underneath her throne.
DirtyDarling
I need you to innocently move in close while I am talking to you -- your touch on my hip like it belongs there. Drift your fingers under the fabric, lean in and murmur "I'm still listening." Make my voice falter, my words scramble, my mind tangle, and deliberately distract me. Then, casually, make me answer your soft questions, like nothing is being done to me. But increase the pressure. Make my mind melt. Make my thoughts b lur. Make me forget the point in all of this.Make it so that speaking my mind becomes hard, and that giving you my body becomes the preferred expression of my opinions.
TulipGrace Right now I have a bruise on my thigh. I am not even sure how it happened… I think I was in a rush doing something and walked into a low table or counter or something. I vaguely remember cussing in my head as I caught my leg on something one day, but I can’t for the life of me remember what or where. I was looking at the bruise last night amused. I don’t mark easily, and I don’t mark often. It actually takes a lot to leave a mark on me, which is part of what amused me about this bruise on my leg last night. How do I not remember how it happened? It also made me think back to when I did look at porn, and some of the pictures I have seen on this site on peoples profiles that are simply unavoidable… The horrendous marks on people… That will never be me. My mind left my bruise and headed more into this life, and my desperate desire for something I really don’t want at all… The absolute quandary of the actual ache in my back side for correction, and my complete and total hate for pain. Like, I don’t secretly like pain. I don’t like it a little. I don’t like it in a house, I don’t like It with a mouse. I, ladies and gentlemen, do not like pain. Yet I fantasize about it… So, I pondered this, trying to reconcile this stupidity in my brain… Why? Why do I want it so bad it feels like a need as real as air some days? I think the pain is simply a by-product of the rest of what I want(need). Without it, the rest of it doesn’t work. What do I mean by this? Well, as anyone who has chatted with me or anyone who knows me, knows, I have a rather strong and dominate personality by nature. My submission is totally a choice I make because it is relaxing to me. My submission is a gift to someone special, and only to that person. When I used to be active in public forums and known as a sub there many dominate men often believed that meant I should act submissive all the time to all dominate people there… bwahahaha! I had come with a date I was being submissive to, not the whole crowd! I annoyed a few people. That’s okay, they annoyed me too. When I give this gift of submission to someone, it is because they are giving me a gift too. They honor me by taking care of me, keeping me safe, looking out for my best interest. My submission to them tells them I trust them to keep this true. If they intend to bring me my much-hated pain, then I know their intention is to better me as a person, and for this I am grateful. So there it is, it is about the mind, not the pain. It goes beyond this simple statement though. The entire process, start to finish, is about what goes on in the mind. From the game of how far can I push things, to the change in tone, body language, and eye contact from my man as he goes from my man to my Dom when I am skating the edge with my behaviors. The unspoken communication that tells me we have that connection. That shoots thrill through me. Then, the mental push within me, to I stop, or push it further? If I push, the soft to stern spoken warnings, and finally, when the last straw is broken, the declaration of punishment to come… Then the absolute torture and agony of waiting for the punishment, preparing to be punished, all up in my head. The mental ects of it all. That is what I crave so badly… The moment any legit pain begins, it all ends for me. I swear, whatever I did, I am sorry, and it won’t happen again any time soon, because I seriously can’t handle the pain! This girl is not a pain slut by any stretch of the imagination! If you have legit fallen in love with me and you aren’t a deep sadist, my reaction to sever pain may hurt you more than it does me. But not likely. And even after deep contemplation of all of this… I sit here aching for it all… still. smh
dancesonstarlight i am pretty sure he's done with me.
No idea how I'm going to get through this feeling of failure.
I don't think I possess the ability to move on.
He owns every part of me. My thoughts are wrapped around him, our interactions, our love.
I don't surrender temporarily. I don't quit just because things get hard. I never have.
But somehow I'm supposed to quit him? Quit us? And just carry on? The very thought is viscerally painful.
I miss him. He still won't talk to me. Not even to tell me one way or the other.
On FetLife he's still listed on my profile. I suggested he remove it if he was done with me, that it would give him a way of telling me without the need for direct contact, if that's what he wanted. He is still listed.
All I know is, it's going to take the death of hope to let him go.
xxbeautifulxliexx I used to love whoring and slutting around. There wasn’t anything quite as fun as finding a new cock to play with – I was always thrilled at how fast I could get a guy hard and how hard I could make him cum with my mouth or my cunt. Fucking was the only time I felt genuinely confident in my 20’s.
A lot of that came down to Kevin. I belonged to Kevin (on and off) for over a decade. He was my first D/s relationship, and his primary focus and kink was whoring me out. He loved having me be an absolute filthy fucking slut for him, and the confidence and power I felt in that role over time was incredible. Through him, I learned how much power a woman could have in herself by submitting to her own sexual desires. It wasn’t just that Kevin loved having me be a whore (as much as I wanted to think that was my sole purpose at the time), I fucking loved sex and I loved the attention and desire I felt from men in those moments.
I loved the strength and confidence I gained from their desire; it was a strength that lasted a lot longer than the encounter did, that’s for damn sure. I didn’t need their reassurance or their attention after. I didn’t need them after, period. I got my reassurance from Kevin. His praise and enthusiasm for my behavior reinforced the strength that I gained and reinforced my confidence in my skills. I didn’t have shit for confidence walking down the street or walking into a party to be around strangers, but the second I was presented with a hard cock, it was Game. Fucking. On. THAT I knew I could handle with perfect confidence, grace and skill. And I fucking relished every moan, groan, sigh, gasp, and trembling muscle from the man I was with.
In my 20’s, I was somewhere around 340-375lbs. I didn’t really get on a scale very often, so I honestly don’t know how much I actually weighed. What I do know, is that it was Kevin who taught me that my size didn’t preclude me from being desirable. When I moved to “the big city”, I had the opportunity for basically unlimited male attention, which was a first for me, having grown up in the middle of nowhere Nebraska. Kevin encouraged this exploration, but also gave me very distinct rules and boundaries (he’d more than learned by that time that I had no idea how to establish, let alone maintain, my own boundaries). He made me go to Planned Parenthood to get my birth control shot. He “gave me permission” to tell guys to fuck off if they didn’t want to use protection for sex; I could ‘blame my Owner’ if they were at all hesitant. Having all this attention from all these different guys, never having to go more than a few days without sex if I didn’t want to, god – it was fucking incredible! And in the background, was Kevin, telling me what a fantastic little whore I was.
When it came to being with Kevin, it was an even bigger reassurance. He told me once, during a moment of extreme insecurity, “I don’t give a shit what you look like, Lisa. What I care about is control.” I knew I could give him that better than anyone, the question was, did he actually mean it? The short answer is, abso-fucking-lutely. When my stunning beauty of a roommate (who’d played with Kevin over the phone and online multiple times) joined us one night, I figured it was going to be game over for us. She was a knock-out compared to me and way better at everything sexual than I could ever dream of being. He was choking her with his dick and she freaked because he wouldn’t let her control the pace or how far down her throat his cock went. She jumped up and took off out of the room to go smoke a bowl and calm down and he called me over. Despite her naked self standing mere feet from him, perky ass and tits on full display, he was totally soft. The second I put his dick in my mouth and let him choke me to his hearts content, he was rock hard and having the time of his life.
She eventually came back to the kitchen table where he was sitting while I sucked him off, and I remember feeling an unbelievable surge of pride as he praised me, telling me what a good girl I was, how much he loved choking me and making me cry, how pretty my tears were. And when he finally came in my mouth, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that for some men…it really is all about control.
And I was officially hooked. That was all I wanted from that moment on, and to a large extent, it’s still all I want. Especially when it comes to any type of D/s dynamic. I don’t fucking care about the sex, whips or chains…I want the man who gets rock hard simply because I love to obey, to give up as much control as possible. I want the guy who gets off leaving me a list of chores to do in the morning and is way more turned on by me having completed the whole list plus some, then having to “punish me” because I failed to do those tasks. I want the guy who’s dick goes soft because a girl tells him ‘no’ (and he would never dream of pushing her beyond that ‘no’), but he gets hard as steel, instantly, because where someone else says ‘no’, I say ‘yes please and thank you’.
I don’t need gymnastics and props…they can’t do anything nearly as good as a hand in my hair and a deep voice whispering in my ear.
KaliBlisss Computer Log 2023/12/23
Well, first time has gone well. Met several men, no women in sight. Oh! Not true. I met a lovely lady that is part of a partnership who runs a bnb and sponsors play events on the coast. That is a dream! I would give a lesser favored digit to attend one of those weekends.
I am so very eager to learn both sides of Dom/Sub relationships. I'm a natural Switch with Dom leanings. I think I might make a feisty sub, unless I employed my pretty strong self-discipline.
I don't know. I'm eager, so eager. But tonight, too many messages to respond to and I've lots to do before we move.
If people would like my friendship, and possibly more, disclosure is helpful. One new friend is married, and to that disclosure, I applaud. I'm very faithful, honest, open and open-minded. I do not wish to engage in play with persons in "monogamous" relationships, without the knowledge and approval of both parties. I'll be friends with anyone, as long as my boundaries are respected.
I think you could call me an Earthy type. I'm just the girl next door who just happens to enjoy having fun in new and creative ways.
I consider myself a neurd. I'm neuro-atypical, intelligent, creative, and "disabled" because of chronic pain conditions. I'll tell you more if you want to know.
I'm versatile in life, as in sex. If I had the proper clothing, you could take me to a symphony one day and I'd fish with you the next, cleaning and fileting my own catch.
I'm looking forward to my new life in a new city. I'm working on myself in myriad ways.
Life is for growing, not stagnation.
princesstomboy Feeding on the crumbs and starving
She embraces different experiences with different people in different situations trying to quench the thirst that keeps building inside her. She wants to be in a collar on her knees .... she longs to feel her submission again, to turn over the reins that strangle her and hold her in top space. She understands her value in top space but it doesn’t feed her soul. She has been looking for years for the situation to change ..... thinking it will happen when its suppose to happen until then trying to feed her hidden side from the crumbs left about in these different situations. A little submission here, a little consensual non consensual there, just small almost minuscule crumbs.
There are days where she decides it just isn’t a part of her anymore and she pushes away the feeling refusing to let it in and sometimes she succeeds for a while but the void continues to grow, the walls fall in on her and its the only thought in her mind. That is when it consumes her cruelty reminding her of her needs, her feelings, and her memories. Like a movie you cant turn off...... she can see herself so vividly, she can feel the feelings she once felt, she can taste the release in her obedience, she remembers being engulfed in him and in that moment she worried only for his want in her.
She is coming back out slowly, kind of scared and kinda lurking. What drives her, what pushes her is the fire that burns, the thoughts she cant get out of her head, the feelings that linger like a drug to an addict ..... she is close to self domination for the first time in her life which is a very confusing thought for her ... she holds on gring at straws and living in her dreams...she doesn’t know how to approach people, she doesn’t know how to get close to people and she cant automatically trust .... these things will leave her with herself, her memories, her dreams
DiamondJack
FWB, FUN....or LTR
The site is set on BDSM- but I can drop all that and just make hot love to a woman.
I am DDF and expect the same.
Hello lady's, and thank you for stopping by!
Miscellaneous Facts About Me...
* Name: Randall Loomis
* Birth Date: April 24, 1967
* Height: 6'
* Weight 220 lbs
* Hair: Peppered
* Eyes: Brown
* Marital Status: Single
* Astrology: Taurus
* Hometown: Troy, OH. USA
* Born: Milwaukee, WI. USA
* Gender: cis male
* Ancestry: Polish, German, Irish, Scotch
* Myers Briggs Type Indicator: ENFP
* Education: AS Automotive Technology, BA Comparative Literature Studies of English and Law, MA Intervention Specialist K12 Teacher
* IQ: 165 (Wechsler Adult Intelligence Scale, 2004 )
* Favorite Colors: Camo, Black, Aqua Blue
* Favorite Snacks: Cold butter on non toasted cinnamon raisin bread, assorted pretzels, chips and iced diet Dew
* Favorite Implement: Your favorite!
I am a very decent highly educated perfect gentleman that has been a ladies man all my life Fine dinning, first gf, first car and she at 15yo was reading her older sisters smut books; she made me do it all and eventually I grew to like licking her anus well for hours.
Now Im older and still want a hot sexy gf to love for real to make passionate love.
But I cant be with a gurl that is not passable I had an fwb for 3 years with my downstairs neighbor She is 21yo and looks hot, But I have had to groom her to be more lady like or girly I got her started on a nice scent from Katy Perry, But she doesn't make herself appear like a woman. Body oders, dirty finger nails, punky don't care personality, and now shes sexing strangers outside a bar after its closing time I don't want a disease or std Im clean I like kissing and when I see I see a beautiful woman and I can tell that I would dinner date you I would be your Daddy with FWB and you be my Baby sissy Anything is possible for the right woman...marriage or just a ltr I want to kiss my partner with lil gentle kisses and touches and yada yada FUCK whatever she needs from me to make her happy for hours of orgasms xx Daddy
I'm happy to see you post a full length pic with your face. That is essential for me to be attracted to a gurl. I am looking for a cd that wants to be treated like a woman. I'm straight guy all my life...a wine and dine ladies man that now likes all girls/gurls that are passable with a dick or a pussy.
I'm a straight alpha male, take charge masculine man. Hairy chested, well built 6ft tall, 220pounds and very broad shouldered muscular 52 inch chest. Great personality, good sense of humor, Loves kissing, hugging and fondling, many hours of foreplay for you.
I'm looking for a romantic friendship that has the intensity to start a spark with fun dates, wine and dine, dinner and dancing, pizza and a pitcher of beer, shoot pool or romantic beach blanket and a bottle of wine...or just to chat you about anything in your life. I want to love all of a partner and make her happy.
My profile is new I am light into BDSM, butt I do like submissive/sissy types. So Im a loving daddy Dom I was never gay But a pretty hottie 21yo tgirl and I started a FWB and played around like kissy bfgf Im looking to love someone with passionate love making and share quiet moments tv and your favorite treats delivered that is a 3 day weekend date with me.
I would rather drive or fly for a weekend getaways then have sex with the local escorts down the street. I want an exceptional woman for an LTR.
quirkylittle4daddy Wavy Baby: Sirenade, The Lullaby of Power, Love, and Connection
this song is excellence. it provides nuturing in such a cool and curated vibe. it's an updated lullaby in a song. it's a shh shh shh whisper hug in an art deco haute couture framework.
this song could be so many versions. it could be a connection to spirit and the water goddesses since it is sirenade...serenade as a siren.....it could be a song for women connection to other women.
but my focus here is always about the power dynamic.
in that context i hear it in two ways..it could be the submissive woman singing to the man. in the first part...it could be then the man reciprocating in the other half after the mermaid season breakdown.
it could be a segment i don't talk about often due to my complete inexperience of being able to attempt this to happen for me but what exists, the daddy through the dominant woman...be it a more butch or masculine or gender fluid et all woman....or a femme woman...because similar to submissive daddy men, the feminine presenting and aligned woman that is a daddy is often overlooked...but they have and do exist for long periods of time as well....
i feel contextually given the singer is a woman it makes more sense for it to be sung for the submissive woman straight up from the dominant daddy woman's perspective in that relationship.
but i feel all those apply.
Byrdie Today I had a meet and greet with a man who was:
local
within my preferred age range
available for a publicly acknowledged relationship
interested in some of the same significant kinks that I am
cuter than his photos
The conversation flowed well. This seems promising. Byrdie I'm not sure if this tells anyone anything other than that I occastionally take quizes online, but ...
== Results from bdsmtest dot org ==
97% Dominant
95% Degrader
95% Master/Mistress
90% Sadist
82% Owner
80% Daddy/Mommy
79% Non-monogamist
66% Primal (Hunter)
59% Brat tamer
53% Rigger
50% Switch
46% Experimentalist
37% Ageplayer
31% Boy/Girl
30% Pet
28% Vanilla
23% Brat
22% Degradee
21% Primal (Prey)
16% Submissive
15% Voyeur
10% Exhibitionist
9% Rope bunny
7% Masochist
4% Slave
Bull60 Str8 males who come to me I always have great respect for them. They take a big chance looking for acceptance and more than anything the experience is submitting. Those must be treated like fine horses, tamed, and trained to take his rider. They may have an idea of what M2M sex is but societal labels forms an impenetrable wall that only a patient and knowledgeable Bull can bridge. They are scared and they rebel when you face them with the reality of the lie they've been living, claiming a masculinity they were no meant to have to begin with. they conformed to societies requirements and that is good for me because it means that they already know what conforming is and once you take control of their life they yours for the long run. Like I said, they may have an idea based on porn and their own views. They are cocky (very few come to me humble) but I always let them know that there are two males speaking one is the Man and it is not them. Devastating as it sounds it will force a reevaluation of their sexual persona and fall to their knees. The main issue is to get them use to a Man's touch and a Man's way. Their entitled attitude makes them think the are to lead but you are the model, you have what they want and never knew and most importantly you are going to give them what they need not what they want. Their wants are irrelevant because as a Bull one knows what they need even before they do. Patience is a virtue but once they get hold of you control they will keep coming back because they know you are the answer to their plight. I don't chase subs , they chase me and I choose. When a str8 male comes to me they will see the reality of their desires and my role as a facilitator is to let them discover the glory of worship in a Phallus and eventually been entered by it. At that moment any pretense of being str8 goes away and the true sub is born. If you play fair they will be yours because you have filled their world with lust and bliss.
Blkitchincharge
Need me to rub your belly????
Feel the warmth of my lip and gentle flow of my breath
As I softly kiss around your naval
My breast slide over your penis. You feel the warmth of my breath
It's hard and pulsating
I can feel it throbbing
Tell me that you want me
I stand and allow you to undress me
I push you back on the bed
Leaning over you, looking into your eyes, I place a kiss on your head
So nice and hard
I must taste
Pulsating in my mouth
Leaking a juice so sweet
I crawl on the bed and pull you on top of me and tell you
Put it inside me now!!!
I am so aroused I cum quickly
Working on my next explosion
Grabbing you and pulling you deeper inside me
I am taking every inch of you
My breast are bouncing
And you gentle hold them down as you suck pull and bite my nipples
I tell you not to move
I just want to feel myself grinding on you
I cum again
So nice and hot as it squirts all over us both
I slap your ass and tell you fuck me hard
We repo to a scissor position
My knee bent to my face as you lean in for leverage
I rub my clit as you are pounding my pussy
I cum again
I tell you to take your cock out and rub my juices around my pussy and ass
I make you stand and I suck my juices off your cock and balls
I play with your cock rubbing sucking and stroking. Massaging your balls, so very hard
You moan and you want to grab my head and I tell you not to touch
Edging you and then easing off
I slow the licking and sucking down
You have some much sweet juice just leaking I allow drops on my breast
I rub the head over my nipples covering my breast with your juice
I think shall I let you cum?
You say oh yes mistress plea
HouseofG he House Doctrine of Master George Part 2 of 2 ( you should read part 1 first)
A Journal Entry for the Instruction of Slaves and the Record of My Household Philosophy
House Principles
The following principles govern daily life here:
Obedience is Immediate – Commands are executed without delay or question.
Respect is Constant – Tone, body language, and actions must always reflect the honor of this house.
Service is Sacred – From the smallest chore to the most ceremonial duty, every act of service is performed with devotion.
Discipline is a Gift – Correction is not punishment for its own sake, but a tool to refine you into what I desire.
The Master’s Word is Final – My authority is absolute in all matters.
The Nature of This Life
Slavery, as I define it, is not a role that can be “turned off.” It does not begin when you kneel and end when you stand. It is constant. It is lived in every breath, every movement, every thought. It is not about chains, though chains may be used; it is about the mental and emotional bond of ownership.
The gift you offer me is your complete surrender. In return, I give you stability, belonging, protection, and purpose. I will push you harder than you think you can endure — and in doing so, I will reveal to you a strength you never knew you had.
Final Word
To be my slave is to step into a life defined by clarity and purpose. It is to give up the burden of aimless decision-making and take on the honor of service. It is not a life for the weak, nor for the half-committed. But for those who are ready, the rewards are beyond measure.
When you kneel before me, you do not kneel in defeat. You kneel in acceptance — and in that acceptance, you will rise to become exactly what you were meant to be.
Signed, Master G
RAWRSUB Understanding:
What does it mean to truly understand?
To grasp the depths of another's hand,
To see beyond words, to feel the emotion,
To bridge the gap, find a shared devotion.
Is it in the silence, the space between,
Where empathy blooms, unseen yet keen?
Or in the eyes, windows to a soul,
Where truths lie hidden, waiting to unroll.
Understanding is a dance, a delicate art,
A merging of minds, a meeting of heart.
To walk in another's shoes for a while,
To embrace their essence, their joys, their trial.
It's a connection that transcends the spoken word,
A bond so deep, yet seldom heard.
To understand is to truly be present,
To listen, to feel, to be ever-so pleasant.
So let us seek to understand each other,
To lift veils, to unearth, to discover.
For in understanding, we find unity,
A shared humanity, a priceless opportunity.
ProTkal COVID hit our community hard, and I have a few slave friends that lost their Masters.With no continuity plan in place, it is difficult for a slave. This, the House, helps address that. And it is a passion project for Myself. A way of giving back to a community that has altered My life for the better. On a personal egoic level, of course it is nice to be the Master of the House. But, it also is structured to survive My own passing and continue to care for its members. It is pan sexual in nature and can be grouped in different houses, gay, lesbian, trans, etc. as well as professional, career, orientation. There are a lot of moving parts to this. .... That said, the question is does one wish to be part of something bigger than itself. And to be owned and serve.you will be required to contribute to the home by being able to support yourself. It is a self sustaining operation.As a Master, My responsibility is to provide structure and an opportunity for the slave to serve and to be owned. Its primary service is to the Master, then its brothers and sisters, and then the House as a whole.That is what this Master offers all who come.
MorghanXX Why am I here?
Well, I like browsing. I like staying in touch with folks I know here. I enjoy seeing how people present themselves. But I'm not eagerly hunting for a sub. I've got a primariy relationship and a robust secondary (though he lives too far away for my total satisfaction), and I've got lots of adult responsibilities.
What does that mean for subs who contact me? It means there are no guarantees and a lower than usual likelihood of me pursuing anything beyond local contacts for munches and socializing. It also means that if I do have an interest, my pace may be absolutely glacial.
Side bar, if you come at me with an immature, sex focused approach, take issue with me being here, ignore my stated priorities or generally act like a jerk, it's not going to get you very far. I reserve the right to block anyone, and really, it's a benefit for both ends and prevents wasting time for all involved.
McBee MstrB writing from midtown
been looking for one decent slave for some time now
it will be well trained for a variety of domestic services
and hopefully
for the slaves sake
it is able to learn from its corrections
…even better if it already knows exactly what it’s good for!
...all its further educating will be done
with a strap kept very close by....
it will be made to understand it has
no rights
no privileges
no freedom
to come or to go
without asking for
and receiving
express permission
so much in life is correctly forbidden to a slave
and it must be reminded of this consistently
if not constantly
slave has no secrets
no privacy
or much time alone
and certainly no participation
or place
in any considerations or discussions
about things going to be done with the slave
in fact it has no say in much of anything
slaves Owner will have full authority over
the slave and its affairs
and will use that authority very strictly
I am understanding of slaves condition
I am sympathertic to its plight
and always give a slave what it needs
but allow very little of what it wants
this is both an Owners prerogative over the slave
as well as an extension of a kind of parental authority
therefore no disrespect
or disobedience will be permitted
...ever!
MrB
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I use…and enjoy very much using… real discipline- isolation- humiliation-lots of busy work in the home...all to train a female to a level of acceptable domesticity…sort of housebreaking the slave…teaching both the need for her focused Obedience and the necessity to perform with humility and accuracy whatever is demanded from her
chores chores chores…so much to be done….so many things to attend to...
upon collaring slaves pussy will be immediately closed for business as her chastity must be clearly established for the oversexed sluts own good...she will have no orgasms until permitted ..her hands fingers etc will be kept from her vaginal area except for purposes of good hygiene and then only under direct supervision...
rule of thumb...a slave will be fully given what she needs and very very little of what she wants.
so I am here seeking full Ownership of such a woman and she would do well to have a real slave personality....certain qualities will be emphasized in her training as more wanted than others...humility for instance...a highly prized quality that can't be stressed enough and that is wholly attractive to see when presented with sincerity …she will be shown how to provide service as the Obedient intelligent servant she was born to be… she will complement my life and basically make things easier for me in whatever way she is called on…as a relationship develops between Owner and slave she will come to appreciate more and more the kinds of support and guidance given to her... she will learn to approach her Owner with nothing less than demonstrable Respect under all circumstances… her training in how to properly submit herself will never really end so her attention will be directed to intellectual things I will insist she consider and think about...adult slave lessons on a cerebral level…
she will be stripped, anally plugged and put into a submissive position on her knees or perhaps ordered to freeze on her tiptoes... she will then be closely questioned about these things…her answers are required and truly valued… she must be responsive and forthcoming to all questions about her feelings her moods and her progress in becoming more servile and useful..the point being to make her a better servant and a more responsive slave....these interrogations and her confessions of her feelings will be a ritual she will learn to anticipate and expect …the reasons for them are simple..I want her to be fully aware of her condition in this lifestyle and in my life most of all…she belongs to me as my property and she is subject to my discipline my control my desires and decisions for her… I want her to learn to accept and in the end embrace the benefits she enjoys thanks to me because I do what I think is best for her…
I will do whatever needs to be done to turn this woman into the best slave she can possibly be
…I am a sexual sadist all my life and knew this when I was about eight or nine though I had no idea of the implications…
I use many forms of personality and behavioral techniques.. real discipline, humiliation, isolation, very tight bondage, sensory dep... whatever I find has the greatest effect on her emotions..
I will happily enforce her Obedience until she learns to respectfully offer it...one way or another I will get what I want from her…she will be trained to domestic service of various kinds...she will be watched closely and fairly judged on how well she performs these tasks and she will be unfailingly punished when she fails to do them as instructed...her good service is a pure reflection of her Respect for her Owner and her place in his life... her Obedience is the essence of her slave self....to be useful in all ways and show that she knows her place at all times is one of her many goals as the slave she is.... and her training will center heavily on perfecting her attitude as she is carrying out the tasks given her ...no matter what the work or activity is, it must be performed with a pleasing attitude...with humility...
and if not?...
so many reasons a woman offers to give her a memorable correction…as though a reason were even needed.
I am open for discussion of all issues which will come up and need to be addressed to keep things balanced and harmonious between Owner and slave…she will be safe and protected from as much of the outside world as she wants to not have to deal with... I welcome the amazing emotional connections that come from a successful M/s relationship and take full responsibility for what I do !... not everything can be solved with a strap but for a true slave? nothing else will do……McB
RavenMoonSiren A Raven and a Wolf
He sat, kneeling really, slowly panting, under a soft leather hood. It was laced tightly, almost preventing his every breath. And in the darkness, under the hood, he strained his ears to hear whether she was near, or far. He inhaled, trying to find her scent, but could only smell the leather of the hood. He tried to feel if he could sense her presence closer, but nothing. The air was still. His mouth, dry from nerves, with lips slightly agape, didn't utter a sound.
So he waited, arms bound, shoulder back, chest forward and exposed. Uncomfortably upright.
She sat before him, watching him lazily, like how a cat does with a weakened mouse, very still. A hunter and their prey. She was breathing evenly to hide the excitement pooling inside of her. Hands encased in buttery soft lamb skin gloves, the color of his hood, the color of her whip, the color of blood. The color of her lips.
A red so beautiful. Her eyes sparkled at the idea of it coming from his body. Beautiful and broken. She could sense he was searching for her; a slight turn of the head, listening, perhap?
Leaning forward gently; trying to smell?
Like a dog, she thought, just like a dog. And she sat there far longer than even she desired to see how far this "dog" would go.
"Bark, dog" she commanded in a low voice
And he barked immediately, no hesitation. She pulled back her hand and slapped him, his head jerked, body lurched, chest rising and falling rapidly. A noticeable difference between his legs. There it was again, a hunger to bite into him. Taste his blood. Consume him. But only silence. No whimper, no moan, not a sound escaped him. She wondered if he were bleeding from his cute little mouth. Again she slapped him. Softer than the first, a loving caress, bits of his hair peeked through the laces of the hood and she wanted to grip them and tear them away. Would he let her? Perhaps.
The next slap, and the one after, opposite hand, and he fell forward just enough that his face touched her thighs only separated by the hood and her own stockings. The rule was he wasn't allowed to touch her unless she said. This was a broken rule, however accidental. She stood and let him slump forward in a stupor, supported only by the tension of the rope tied to the foot of the bed.
Bark, dog. Dog. He barked.
Up, dog, and he returned to his previous place, exposed and upright. She stepped forward, the toe of her shoe pressing down on the sensitive flesh of the head of his dick. She crushed it gently until he sat even straighter. She held his head in her left hand, caressed it gently, leather on leather. The smell intoxicating her. Raising her right hand she slapped him again, over and over until her hand grew hot even under the glove. Was he bleeding? She hoped so. She hoped to kiss him and bite his lips and taste his blood. She wished she could see his eyes, dazed, glassy, far away. She caressed his head. And whispered, "you may touch me" and he pressed his face into her hands, her thighs. Still no sound, he was so silent.
"Bark, my handsome boy" and he barked, hoarse and painful as she encircled his neck with her hands. This was his idea, he had inspired in her a lust for choking him until he was nothing and drifting away in the ether. She squeezed, her hands perhaps too small, until he gurgled. She wondered if his eyes were open or if they were dimmed. The hood obscured so much. She squeezed until he seemed to go limp. And she let him. Shoulders yanked uncomfortably under his weight.
He awoke. Arms aching, face hot but no longer enclosed by the hood. He could see her though his vision lacked acuity. She was standing over him, wrapped in pink except for gloves. He yearned for them then. Yearned for them to be around his neck, feeling the bones of her fingers threatening his very life. He wanted to ask for it, for her to choke him, strangle him, but knew it was to her whim that he obeyed. Obeisance was her pleasure. He looked at her, eyes soft, left cheek swollen, lips split ever so slightly and she leaned down and kissed him, sliding her tongue over the drying blood. He kissed her back, gentle, but hungry.
Her kiss was soft but grew more passionate until she bit him and suckled his mouth. Did he love this part of her? The softness before the sting.
She broke the kiss. Her lipstick perfect but her mouth and chin stained crimson with what must have been his blood.
"Open your mouth, I'd like to try" she said softly. A shy whisper. So unlike the command to "Bark".
He angled himself upright, head back, lips parting painfully like a little bird.
She leaned forward and let her own saliva pool in her mouth and slowly let it fall into his. He shuddered. His excitement excited her and she kissed him again before he could even swallow but this time it was wild and wet. Her saliva all over his mouth, chin, cheeks.
"I have to whip you now, are you ready?" She asked and he nodded. A question was not a command to speak. Dogs do not speak unless commanded to speak. She untied him and his body fell forward. Not used to its old range of motion. His limbs buzzed from having sat in one position for too long. He wondered about how much time had passed. Funny thing, time. Why did it matter now when he was in the moment with her.
Without the hood he realized he could smell her. A warm sweet scent, perhaps arousal. And he thought then about being forced to please her like they talked about in passing, forced until exhausted and even beyond. After play. Her, in her pink, looked like candy and he wanted to lick her. She must be sweet.
She looked down at him and his face was peculiar, his mind was somewhere else and he looked rather cute. But she was jealous at the idea that his mind wasn't on her and she kicked him in the stomach to bring him back to her. He coughed and curled up as she walked to retrieve her whip, preparing for the next step in her courtship.
"Up" she commanded and he got to his feet, winded, bruised. Arms still behind his back. She released them to tie them around the post of the bed. The bed post being the whipping post, isn't it somehow romantic, she thought.
"If you need me to stop, tell me, I won't be gentle otherwise" she said to him, her mouth on his ear. His hair was slicked down with sweat and he smelled musky. She liked his smell. She bit his earlobe and stepped back a couple of feet and threw the whip. Lash after lash until he tried moving away. Pulling at the post until it creaked. She wanted him to cry but he only moaned and groaned, no tears. Just a brow drenched in sweat as his back went from fine pink lines to slowly oozing wounds. If he didn't give her tears then she would have blood.
He pulled desperately as if trying to escape her and she threw the whip furiously, lashing whatever she could reach, his ass, thighs, calves, neck, even the back of his head. The post groaned as if it would break under the strength of him trying to flee.
"Do you want to get away from me?" She asked. His breathing heavy, labored, his body wobbled as blood poured from him, he shook his head no, weakly, and looked over his weeping shoulders with hazy eyes. Finally he spoke, a clear and clean "No, ma'am" from his lips now dry from mouth breathing, swollen from having been bitten and slapped.
The no rang through her body and she leapt at him and kissed and licked his mouth, his shoulders, his back. Barely containing her arousal, her hips moving in slow circles. She was so hungry.&n
MistressVNN
Extremely few Mistresses/Masters have actually the capability; the discipline, the economic and mental ability to keep a slave. The problem is that many Dominants takes Ownership easy, proclaiming themselves Mistress-Masters and disregard the gravity of these facts due to lack of experience and commitment.
Most who think they want slavery are really looking for D/s
As you can now better understand: Dominance and Submission, or D/s, is not equal to "slavery".
To be submissive is more close to what 99% of those who claim they want to be a "slave", really wants. A submissive has a degree (no matter how tiny) of influence over the relationship. A submissive retains (no matter how few or how ineffectual) rights and liberties; while a Dominant might be able to assuage some of the power a submissive retains, the submissive does, in fact, retain the real power.
A real slave has no such power whatsoever. In fact, a slave has nothing at all, only what their owner grants them and that can be taken away without warning. A slave has only such “rights”, “liberties” and “influence” that their owner may, or may not, allow them.
An owner can give the world to their slave, but, in a heartbeat, an owner can take everything back from a slave leaving them, truly, with nothing at all.
A slave has no claim to any power whatsoever. A slave has no entitlement to influence anything.
A slave no longer has any claims to natural civil rights or liberties. Whatever a slave might have has been given to them by their owner, and even then it is an illusion as, in reality, the owner owns the slave – therefore the owner owns everything the slave appears to own.
A slave does not have possessions – a slave is a possession. Some people say that, in a D/s relationship, the submissive holds the real power; that a dominant "needs" a submissive, needs their “gift” of submission. That is not the case with a slave.
A submissive deserves respect; respect as a lover, respect as a person, respect as a partner. A submissive maintains the prerogative to choose the level to which they submit; and these levels may vary throughout the relationship. In a D/s relationship, the submissive really controls every aspect of the relationship in a passive manner.
In slavery there exists no “topping from the bottom”. In slavery owner controls absolutely everything with unchangeable power and real authority. (If you had the discipline and invested the time to get that far with your reading, kindly prove Me this by writing "total devotion" with capitals in your message to Me).
Generally estimating, most Dominants could not handle the force and power of the authority of an owner, and most "submissive" would vehemently defy the idea of absolute,total and real ownership. Which is perfectly fine, and expected.
So: now that I have exhaustively attempted to depict the definition of real slavery, and if you still think you are, or want to become a ‘real’ slave, or if you believe you are ready to, and capable of, being a slave or owning your own slave(s), you may pursue with your plans.
This is the basic philosophy of BDSM slavery.
If you don’t share it that is, of course, your prerogative.
And if you, finally, are one of the very few genuine slaves, remember:
THINK CAREFULLY BEFORE YOU COMMIT BECAUSE IT WILL BE YOUR LAST ACT OF FREE WILL. BE WISE, CHOOSE RIGHT.
Bull60 It must be said as it is, not all str8 males that submit wish or desire the full and total dominance by their Master. Most str8 males feel the abyss that open between them and their percieved sexuality and that casm devours all their idea of their str8 nature as they conceived it. They know they've found their man, a better man, one that surpasses their own masculinity and the want to serve, comply, and surrender all their being. But, do they? It is very hard for a str8 male to get used to being looked at sexually by another male, especially if that male is stripping their identity piece by piece. Not easy to accept but like a moth to a flame, impossible to ignore. However, curiosity can be damming and once all social structures are removed they are alone with the man they fear and are attracted to. This process is what I call taming. Like a fine horse you must earn the trust and eventually they will on their own volition allow and almost beg to be mounted. Yet, their idea of themselves is from now on in crisis mode; outside assertive and powerful but deep inside they know better and that conflict can any be resolved in the bedroo. In cuckold scenes he is forced" by the female and he submits to what he always wanted but feared to accept. Not that they are pleasing their woman, that is only the official version; but inside, deep they knew it will end that way and it is fine. For a line str8 male, one that chooses the bull that starstrucke them on their own is different; they are lat a loss. How can they feel that lust and attraction is they are Str8, they are not into guys but "this man is different." This man deserves all they can offer and it is an impossible feeling, who to blame, where to hide? That's were I come in, guiding, shaping, and reforming. However, as I push the boundaries that sometimes there is a hard line in the sand and that line, for now is a limit the str8 male is not willing to cross. For example, sending or taking them to a barh house or telling them to perform in person the things they've been taking pictures and sending. Once you get to that like if the bull relents his authority is shattered In that case one must let go and release that sub. The will come back and beg to be taken back with conditions, don't. It must always be my way and my pleasure, that simple. If they cross that line you have tamed a fine specimen, one that will serve you and thank you for it. Str8 males are not sissies that is another reality, one that I will address in time.
VixenCherry You know what I’ve noticed? A lot of you want to be owned—but none of you want to earn it. You slide into my inbox like you’ve already been claimed, like we’ve built something, like I even know your favorite color or what your voice sounds like when you’re trying not to moan. Spoiler: I don’t. It’s always the same—some lazy “hey gorgeous,” followed by a picture of your dick like it’s a résumé. You call it confidence; I call it laziness with bad lighting. You don’t build devotion through shock value. You build it through discipline, consistency, and showing up without needing to be begged for it. You want intimacy? You want that mind-melting, breath-stealing connection you fantasize about when your hand’s between your legs? Then stop treating Me like a vending machine for your kinks. You don’t insert your fetish and press D for Domme—that’s not how this works.
You think you’re ready to be used, but you can’t even send a respectful message. You think I’ll give you access to My energy just because you find Me attractive? Cute. You’re aroused—and that’s supposed to be My problem? Flattery doesn’t earn you obedience. Desire doesn’t earn you access. And your dick definitely doesn’t earn you attention. You say you crave to serve, to please, to surrender—but you don’t understand that real submission requires something from you. Time. Effort. Patience. . Always sacrifice. You want to be worship? Earn the privilege. You want Me to care what you crave? Show Me why I should. Otherwise, you’re just another noise in the crowd—nameless, forgettable, replaceable. Because when you finally understand how to build intimacy, that’s when the real reward comes. That’s when a Domme looks at you and thinks, “Yes. He’s worth My time.” That’s when your devotion becomes currency—and it starts buying you experiences no instant message ever will.
Until then, keep your dick pics, your “hey sexy,” and your entitled fantasies. You haven’t earned the
myhouseboy Four Steps... A recent miscommunication has inspired me to write on the STEPS towards D/s service and/or "D/s dating", as I see it.
1. We text to see if we want to talk.
2. We talk to tell if we want to meet. Note: I prefer local gents because it helps keep this step simple, without significant investment (time, emotional, financial). However, each step has flexibility for individual situations.
3. We meet to find out if we are drawn to each other and want to spend time together, both vanilla and D/s time.
4. Once dating, we would enjoy each other while we find our mutual understanding. Do we want monthly "dates", something more or something less? All these things unfold ONE STEP at a time, with good communication and each person making the right choice for themselves. (See my journal entry "The Depths of the Garage")
I understand that the submissive thrall might cause you to want to give yourself totally. Your mind might race ahead to total ownership. YOU must manage your own urges. I hope you learn to enjoy submission for an afternoon or a weekend. That is D/s dating as I define it.
NOTE: Weeks into my widowhood, I am interested in "D/s dating". It is simply not the right time for me to even consider ANY long term relationship. At a different time I will feel a different way. I look forward to it.
MsTxStorm It's so funny when a person contacts you and insist on doing things their way and ignore what you ask for. They were so insistant on "their" way that I even told them they are probably dominant, they claimed that they were definitely submissive....
NOW, just a few days later; alllll of a sudden you get a message saying that they don't think that we are a match (what I told them in the first few emails LOL) and block me for some reason. I was nothing but nice to them. Hate to tell them I get a lot of emails so I had to look at history to even remember who the hell they were so the block doesn't really bother me lol was just going to wish them good luck and to stop by and say hello sometime..... yes I'm so evil LOL
and NOW allllll of a sudden they change their profile to Dominant.....LOL Sounds like someone just wants to jerk off so now we are going to try Dominant since no one seemed to fall for the "I'm a poor pitiful submissive" routine LOL These people make me laugh LOL
Exoticpie2024
IF YOU can't send a pic ....PLEASE DON’T WASTE my TIME. No shade nor judgement, but I prefer to interact with open, confident, sincere energy and the fact you see me and I see nothing but your dick or no pic doesn’t sit well with me at all.
COME CORRECT IN MY PMs-"hey sexy", "how are you", "hi", "what/how are you doing?" and anything similiar as your initial message will be ignored. let's be honest, you really don't care about my response, it's just your basic way of getting the convo started. It's a waste of my time .So please do yourself a favor and come correct, or just don't.
Unsolicited dick pics will be ignored and you'll be blocked. If I wanna see your dick, I'll go to your page. If they're not available, and I still wanna see, I'll ask.
I DO NOT CARE IF YOU WANNA TASTE ME, TOUCH ME, want to get strapped...used as a toilet...forced bi aspect..WANT ME TO SIT ON YOUR FACE, The answer is no!!
If you simply want to be a Good sub and serve I might have use for you
commited12u
A submissive without an Owner has a life that seems to be without a purpose.
GentleTorturerBack Since I have been away for a while, have a writing entry!
There is just something about women’s eyes. The way that you can look down into them and see the arousal. You watch, never losing eye contact, your breath mingling with one another. You watch her eyes squint and then light up when your skin touches hers, the space between your bodies getting smaller. The way the hue hazes over with eagerness and need. The underlining knowledge that she craves it, the roughness, the love, the caring about her, just someone being obsessed with her, even if for those next moments spent together. The furrow in between her pretty eyes when she’s trying to concentrate on listening, the deeper furrow when she’s angry for not being allowed a release, the begging and pleading in the corners of such a beautiful color. A tornado of frustration in the depths of the pupil that send fire to her iris when she’s pinned against the surface below her, the teasing ensues. Her words match the storm you’re staring into, wanting all of the earth shattering pleasure those pretty eyes are about to give you. As her pretty mouth fixes for another vulgar attitude, you see the fireworks on the brim of exploding behind that tornado, her head falling back, eyes squeezed tight, urging the leg shivering to take over her body. Your fingers dance along her body, your mouth cascades her skin as those pretty eyes of hers start to well with the happiest of tears. Picking her head up, you let the sea of waves in her happiness wash over you, never losing eye contact as you use your tongue to clean your mess of a woman with such beautiful eyes.
Baldrick Hmm let's see it is now 2022, so a lot have time has passed between my last real post. So many things have gone on in my life since then. In 2019 I took part in the World Transplant Games in the UK. That was a hell of a trip. Spent a few days in London, then went north to Yorkshire, to the land of James Herriot, Castle Howard, and my friends farm. I spent 5 days helping take care of their herd of pigs. Can't wait to go back. I return to London for my last 9 days and ate great food, saw amazing things, and got to see New Japan Pro Wrestling do their first show in England. Got home just before second year started.
my next games are next year in Perth Australia. I will be cycling I will have a 5k time trial, a 20km team time trial, and another 30k time trial. Boy my legs are going to hate me. I had a pair of custom painted shoes done just for the games. I am hoping to be able to get a racing suit and a helmet wrapped in the same pattern.
i am hoping to spend a bit of time in Tokyo on my way to Australia. Maybe spend 5 days.
toserveandobeyU What is Y/your WHY?
If You are familiar with the Simon Sinek video which You'll find easily enough on Utube he asks the question about what is your WHY. The Why is what gets you out of bed in the morning, it's what motivates you and pushes you and keeps you constantly striving and pushing forward.
I was thinking about that video again today because I feel like it's a good question to consider when figuring out where I belong in this lifestyle. And simply put, I think that while I am searching for an Owner just like every other s-type here, I realize that what I am really seeking is my WHY or more specifically, that person who embodies my WHY. I'm not seeking an Owner because of the kink or because of some fetish though those are certainly the spices of this lifestyle. I'm seeking my Owner because I believe they will be the WHY in my life. I don't think I currently, truly have a WHY.
I think everyone wants to live a life of meaning and purpose. I think everyone wants to matter. I think everyone wants to know that when it's all said and done, there will be something they can look back upon and smile knowing that what they did made a difference.
I have a good job, but it's just that, a job. I've achieved professionally, but the truth is that my career has never been more to me than a means of paying the bills. I don't have any kids. I know a lot of people live for their kids but life didn't work out that way for me. So what is my life for? What is my WHY?
I think that's what I am searching for here. I think my Owner will be my WHY. I think They will be the reason i get out of bed smiling every morning. I think that in surrendering to Them, I allow Them to direct and control my life in a way that pleases Them and give me a sense of purose, direction and that through my service, worship and obedience to Them, I am living a life of meaning. A service sub or slave takes joy in pleasing, in washing every dish and scrubbing every floor for their Owner. We take pride in our willingness to do whatever it takes to make Them happy and we are grateful to Them for every single thing They allow us to do in service to Them. It's why we want to say "Thank You," when we fetch that glass of water for You. It's why we want to say "Thank You," after You've allowed us to pleasure You. Or, why we say, "Thank You," when You deny us pleasure as a means of making You happy.
There are certainly a lot of people who are only in this for the kink and fetish but I think there are a lot of us who are in this looking for our WHY too. And our WHY is a person we get to please and in allowing us to do so, they give our lives meaning. That's an extrordinary gift. And the truth is no matter how much You demand of us, no matter how hard You work us, no matter how much You push us, we will never be able to repay You for that gift. It's the difference between a life looked back upon with joy or with regret. It's why wanting to own an s-type is an act of grace and benevolence.
tomsub72
Some upsetting news
This I hope will explain my current emotional feelings. Because I've recently received some truly unexpected and unsettling news, and I'm finding it incredibly difficult to process. I'm honestly struggling to even articulate the situation clearly, as the information is still so raw and shocking.I won't go into the details right now, mostly because I’m still trying to make sense of everything myself. But suffice it to say, it's emotionally traumatizing, and it's completely thrown me off balance.Right now, I'm feeling overwhelmed, numb, anxious, lost, and angry.It's like the ground has shifted beneath my feet, and I'm having a hard time figuring out which way to go.The biggest challenge I'm facing is deciding how to proceed.This news has so many implications, and I'm feeling completely lost in trying to navigate the situation. I'm worried about making the wrong decisions, and I'm unsure of who to turn to for guidance.
BDSMtoygirl77 In lieu of the entry directly below, spent the first 2 weeks of February this year, in a Hospital bed dying from kidney failure. Thankfully the doctors caught it before it was beyond complete failure and before the need to discuss transplants became a topic. The issue basically meant my kidneys weren't cleaning my blood properly and my blood was effectively flytipping excess body proteins the kidney didn't transfer to the Bladder and Intestines, into the rest of my body, this was clogging up arteries, clinging onto muscles and organs slowly crippling my bodies ability to function.
I went into hospital weighing in at 23 stone, and came out at just under 17 stone. Hell of a weight loss regimine, but I don't recommend it, its a potential killer (pun intended)
I am now mostly free to pursue what I would like from this lifestyle, however I am still on the mend in some capacity and cannot perform every task I once used to enjoy to the full capacity and this will reflect on what I will agree to submit to.
This problem is mostly physcial stuff like housecleaning, but also things like going out dressed in heels, as I get very dizzy sometimes with headaches when I stand for long periods, This is mostly a blood pressure issue, which I am in discuession with my doctor at solving, but in the meantime I need understanding from would be Dominant's I agree to meet, that these sort of things are not high on my list.
I am still seeking a Dominant Male or the Elusive Dominant All Male couple, whethr they're married, friends or whatever isn't important. I see myself mostly as a sex slave who wishes to be put into bondage and used eventually with rough face fuckings and rear end action. I can submit to some pain play but nothing excessive, as a diabetic I just don't heal wounds such as welts and lesions on the skin, they take months to recover from and I am just not that kind of pain slut. If you cannot restrict your sadistic needs to sore skin or keeping your slave in uncomfortable bondage situations or furniture, I am unlikely to be what you seek. Any initial sex dates need to be safe anal sex, we can discuss things like bareback if we become a full time relationship, as I see bareback being between 2 people or more, who are only fucking each other, and theres trust in place that they're not sleeping around with anything with a pulse.
Ideally I seek a Master or more with a decent sized cock, I am sorry but if you are under 7 inches, you are just not big enough to arouse my sexual interest and you'll be wasting your time.
If you're UK based and you are ok with my medical issues, at least willing to discuss their impact and accept my limitations on what I can and cannot do, lets chat and see if there is a spark.
SissyNiki Today might become a special day for me.
It's the day I decided to fully give in, and commit to my sissy nature.
The very first time I'm actively searching for a dominant 24/7 owner to serve as live-in sissy maid.
Of course I'm aware that for such a complex and intimite dynamic to work, it's quiet important to get to know and learn about eachother for more than two days, but not afraid to admit that this is what I am hoping to find. An experienced dom who knows how to control, condition, and further sissify me.
It's crazy what can happen in a year or two. A rather vanilla straight male, transforming into a submissive obidient sissy crossdresser. So proud that one by one, I started exposing myself to my family and friends. Almost everybody knows now... And I'm actually proud of myself that I did!
Yet I wonder? Could all this actually be the result of the hypno I've been listening for some time now? Who knows...
Interested dominants or sissy sisters, I'm always in for a chat... Feel free to dm.
Love Nikita 😊
Brit2cuck Based on a previous relationship some time ago:
Saturday Night Sunday Morning
It’s raining outside and I curse it for keeping me awake, a lie to myself as I know I never really sleep when you are out. I reach to turn on the light beside the bed and am reminded of the lock you have on me as it rubs my upper thigh. The clock tells me it’s coming upto 2:30 in the morning.
I roll onto my back wondering if you are asleep in the bed you have chosen for the evening, asleep in the arms of another. Or perhaps not asleep, in which case you will be ……….. occupied.
I try to put those thoughts out of my mind, and fail.
Thoughts of you crowd my mind whenever you are from me, thoughts of the curve of your thigh, the look in your in your eye, the taste of you, the way your waist tapers just above your hips, god that makes you so fuckable.
It’s coming up to three in the morning now and I have convinced myself that you are asleep after your exertions.
Your exertions…….. I can’t stop thinking of what you could be doing with whoever he is, in my mind’s eye I see you on all fours with your back arched receiving him your face wracked with the pure pleasure of it, I have seen that look when you are approaching the peak of your orgasm. It’s an addictive sight and a special reward for the man who gives it to you.
I decide to get up and get myself something, descending to the kitchen in a bath robe. With each step I take on the stairs I feel the weight of your restraining lock on me. It’s been ten days now and I have never felt so ripe, kept swollen and aching for you right down to the root of me.
In the kitchen I can see the dark rain running down the window panes as I make myself a cup of tea, coffee would be such a bad move right now.
I sit on a kitchen stool looking at a picture of you laughing and smiling with friends, the image captured is a night out and you are looking so elegant, so beautiful so enticing.
As I sip my tea I find myself gazing at your smile, you have such beautiful lips. My eyes follow their curve to the corners of your mouth. I feel myself absorbed in your every detail.
I love kissing you, feeling you on my lips, your wet tongue penetrating my mouth. One of those intimacy fixes that I crave so desperately. I can’t keep at bay the thought of how those lips have been occupied this evening.
I finish my tea and wash out the cup placing it on the drainer.
The rain seems to be subsiding, with daylight but a short time away I turn out the light and return to bed.
It’s nearly four in the morning and I find myself curled up around a pillow, every now and then rocking my hips into it, but it just makes me ache more.
As I close my eyes I feel so desperate for you to return to me.
The first few hours of dawn have past before the sun has risen to the point where it shines through the window and wakes me. It’s bright and shiny and fresh, the only signs of the nights rain is the dark wet dampness of the soil.
I look at the clock it’s nearly nine thirty, so I rise with a degree of haste to wash, shave and brush my teeth. Before donning my bathrobe again and descending once more into the kitchen.
As I am buttering my toast I hear you come through the door and my heart skips a beat. It’s that cusp of turmoil with thoughts of how you have spent your evening competing with the joy of your return to me.
I hear your heels clicking towards the kitchen as I turn towards the door, seeing you framed in the doorway, hair loosely brushed, braless under your blouse, a flush of red to your cheeks and a coy smile adorning your lips.
You walk upto me placing a hand behind my neck a fingertip or two running back and forth over that spot that you know makes my knees buckle. You hold my gaze for what feels like an eternity looking into my soul through my eyes. I can’t help but lower my gaze and look at your lips before you kiss me.
Its deep, passionate, consuming and ……….. musky.
Your other hand slips into my bathrobe as your fingers fondle the lock you have placed on me. I can’t help but give out a small gasp. As you break away from me.
“Make me a cuppa darling will you” you say as you turn to walk into the living room. I watch you from behind as you walk back through the doorway once again framed, your perfect silhouette accentuated in heels, hold up stockings and a short skirt.
Minutes later I follow you into the living room with a tray laden with cups and pots and hot toast, you are sat on the sofa with your phone texting someone.
As I place the tray on the coffee table you lower your phone, reach forward and take me by the arm. You are smiling and bring me towards you pulling down my arm indicating that you want me to take my position kneeling before you. My body slips into compliance as I kneel looking up at you.
You start to stroke my face and I feel my head tilting to feel your full caress.
“Mmm nice shave” you say as you grip my chin with your fingers tilting my head up as you lean forward and kiss me once again a slow roving kiss with your tongue exploring my mouth as your hand slips behind my head. Your lips slip away from mine “mmm you taste minty fresh” you say.
I am just gazing up at you lost in your eyes.
You lean forward and whisper into my ear “he dropped me off at the door darling, he found our place very easily” before returning to kiss me with passion and purpose. You disengage and then whisper in my other ear.
“I sucked him off in the car before he left”.
The deep pang that it creates in me is merged with my overwhelming desire for you and I feel lost, not knowing which way to turn.
TheVaults Slave Reference
Hi Master,
Thankyou, for a very enjoyable day. Now lets start at the beginning.
i arrived at the Met at about one . You showed up, and again i thought…mmm…nice guy, (sorry we women always like to check guys out and You scored quite highly on my scale) so i went over and said hi. This was when embarrassment took over. i am very nervous around dominant men and when You asked me if i was interested in being Your sub i think i went into shock mode. i was not expecting You to be that upfront…yeh i thought there would be a lot of small talk first…but i suppose that is what makes You dominant and turns me on!
We then headed off for a little private conversation and it is here that the memory gets a little hazy. i think i was in some sort of shock that this was all happening to me. You had me kneel down in front of You and i know you put a collar on me (the first i have ever worn) but i am not sure if that was before or after You made me kiss Your boots. You told me to undo my jacket and shirt and at this point i was feeling just a tad nervous but did as You said. After hefting my boobs out of my bra You tied my hands behind my back…ah that’s right… that was when You told me to kiss Your boots. (I remember because I couldn’t get down without feeling I was going to hit the floor but I didn’t want to disappoint you so I tried my best). I know we talked about my safe word and that You don’t like leaving any long term marks and have a First Aid Certificate. Was that supposed to make me feel safe? i hope You don’t have to use what You learnt to get the certificate!
After leaving this room, (You did allow me to button my shirt but my boobs were still hanging free underneath) we went and looked at some of the stalls. You bought some toys, what i later found out was a ball gag and some sort of flogger. (and i later found out that could be quite painful when it hit my nipples!) We went and had a cup of coffee and then another “private chat.” You again made me kneel, something i guess i am going to have to get used to doing and then undid my shirt and put nipple clamps on me. Wow did they hurt, however iwas determined not to use the safe word. i thought i may seem a bit of a wimp if i did, but my nipples are extremely sensitive. Other parts of my boobs are OK but the nipples…ouch…After experiencing this You asked me to kiss you boots again and then asked me to kissed your leather trousers one bit at a time until i reached the top…mmm…my brain was going haywire so what do i do when I reached the top! Especially as i kept having to kiss each side alternatively…Could i accidentally slip and land one right in the middle…oops…but that would probably mean punishment and i wasn’t sure if i was ready for that! (but wow was i turned on!). so after managing to survive through this and having been instructed to call You Master, we left that nice little cosy room to circulate.
After grabbing a bite to eat it was eventually time to get dressed for the party. You again put the collar on me and lead me around for a little while and then made me strip off my skirt and top….Oh dear. So after putting on ankle and wrist cuffs You tied me in there and proceeded to touch me up…mmm…starting to get a bit wet at this point…then You opened the door and used the flogger (Cat of nine tails?) oh yes and the pin wheel (my favourite implement of torture…so far at least).Oh and those dratted nipple clamps came out again! Master, even though i was hanging out all over the place…i could only close my eyes and pretend no one was looking at me…mmm…then enjoyment started to take over…and i think for a while i actually forgot i was virtually naked. When you let me out of the box You had me crawl onto another piece of equipment, a bit difficult as i had no means of leverage as my hands were tied behind my back. Eventually i made it and then my bottom got a work out…ouch…the flogger was not too bad but gee whiz did that paddle sting…i was nearly ready to call the safe word but it was as if you guessed i could not take anymore because you stopped.
After allowing me to put my top back on (i would later learn that was definitely not to be taken for granted) Once we had both downed our coffees you lead me to a contraption of which i have absolutely no idea what it is called, but you tied my wrists to the suspended bar at the top and my ankles to the bar at the bottom and the proceeded use that little toy you bought (a baby flogger?) on my boobs and nipples…ouch…and the…well i am not sure what you used on by back and bum because I couldn’t see it…but I did enjoy it! After spending some time on this I started to feel a bit woozy and I would almost say boneless for want of a bet way to describe how I felt. i asked You, Master if i could put my top on and was told not to make suggestions (I will try hard not to, i promise Master).
We returned to the play room for our final play of the evening. Again that paddle came out…ouch…while i was holding the flogger in my mouth! i did, however, enjoy the pinwheel even though it did start to get a little heavy especially when You used it on my paddled bum! After this play i was definitely woozy, dizzy almost and shaking.
mortepixie my amusement grows with each passing day at what some "think" my submission should look like.
I'm outspoken, blunt, intelligent, don't kneel to everyone, etc.
Ohhh no, that means I must not be submissive, etc. Heh, no. It means, I'm Not the type of submissive You can handle. I'm not looking for you though. I'm looking for HIM. The One who knows the value I bring, because when I kneel, it's because a Leader stands before me. That..is when I become fully submissive. Until then.. deal with the woman only, the person i am, because that is who i am, to everyone else. Only one gets my full submission.
OneOldSoul I'm addIng this more so I remember it than anything else.
I'm not used to being afraid.
Death was never really a deterrent... He'll between the ages of 18 and 25 I was actively trying to get myself killed. I've walked through Cabrini Green at midnight, stood and taunted a guy shooting at me because he was to drunk to be acurate. I was on a first name basis with the cops in three counties by the time I was 21. Just adding that for context.
After my fall I was chained to a hospital bed for months. The old age home I went to just exuded a miasma of death. I had nothing to do but watch TV. I didn't even own a TV at the time. The worst part was not being able to use the bathroom.
Now I get panic attacks thinking about it. I'm not worried about being killed but I'm terrified of being a quadriplegic. I can't read books or watch TV that includes guys in that condition. Being trapped in jail seems to get to me as well. Just being unable to move around or take a shower when I need it.
I am not used to this.
HRDom4fun 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.
Draco023
slave rules
slave must only use the 3rd person to refer to itself
slave must confess that is is just an or garbage
slave must always be honest
slave may not have dignity or respect of any kind
slave must show total respect for Master or any humans
slave may not speak without permission
slave make not look at its Master without permission or look at other humans
slave is always wrong if its Master or another human tells it so
slave may not use a human name
slave must always accept punishment, abuse, or a beating if it pleases its Owner Master
slave may only live if it pleases her Owner Master
slave must never close its legs, they always must be apart
its holes must be available to its Master any time or any place
it must use every part of its body to please Master
slave must always be nude when it pleases its Masters
slave must be chained or tie up any time it pleases Master
slave must dress any way its Master orders it to dress
slave may never talk back or say "NO" to her Master
slave must always speak in a low sweet voice
slave may never own anything
slave may never use big words or else it must be punished
slave Master has complete control of how it moves: walk, crawl, speak, breaths, kneel, etc
slave must worship its Master’s cock and all of his body
slaves Master pleasure matters, its pleaser means nothing
slave must never edge its self without permission or take any sexual pleasure without permission
slave dignity or feelings are worthless
slave must not sit or use human furniture unless it is given permission
slave must ask to enter or leave a room
slave must ask to poo or pee
slave must whip, cane, or abuse its body when ordered to
slave must drink piss, cum, spit when it is ordered to
slave may not remove spit, cum, or piss from its body unless it is ordered to
slave must not sleep unless order to
slave must use degrading names when it refers to its self, for example: piss pot, cunt, inferior human, cum bucket, ugly, pig, whore, sick o, tits, ass hole, cunt hole, slave, fuck toy,
slave may never speak to another human without permission
slave must thank Master for using it, for allowing it to cum
slave must clean off Master's great cock after he is done using it
slave must perform any sexual act that it is ordered to do, no matter how degrading, painful or humiliating
slave must write down every single thought is has for its Owner Master's review
slave must sleep on the floor, or in its cage, cell when it is not serving its Master
slave must eat on the floor and its food must be cold with little taste unless it is given permission to eat people's food. its hands must always be behind its back
slave must now beg for anything it needs, food, water, etc, it must beg to be punished, abuse, beaten also
***slave may be punished or abuse or beaten because it deserves it because it is inferior, stupid, weak, and worthless cunt
***slave must repeat its rules over and over every day
COSMlCCUNT Ms. Cosmic, tell us how you really feel about the most recent election results...
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AKRONOHIOMAN Football Player experiences the Milking Machine
October 30, 2023 - Football player experiences the MILKING MACHINE
Football player came for a visit. And it's been quite a while.
Quite a while since he has visited, and QUITE A WHILE since I have written a story. (Sorry, I've been both busy and lazy)
Oh my God his visit was absolutely incredible. He got here at noon and left at about 2:00.
He messaged me around 11am and said he would stop by at noon. By the time he got here I had been watching porn and had a nice hard on.
Probably the last three or four times that he got here he wanted to suck my dick but I couldn't get hard because of a new medication my doctor had me on. I did not have that problem today, I was as hard as a rock.
He was sucking on my dick for a few minutes and...
Continued on http://www.SirKel.Top/?collarspace
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breastfeedingboy Here is the more detailed version of my "about me":
It took me a while to settle in on using the name “breastfeedingboy”. I went through several other possibilities first. But I’ll explain that a bit.
First ... you could say I’m very “mouthy”. Because that’s what I do. I use my mouth. But more in that in a bit. LOL
I am in my 40s, live in the southeastern part of Pennsylvania. I’m not married and I have no kids. I am a straight guy with a steady job, a love for soup and steak and football.
Now ... I have a strong jaw and am “mouthy” because I enjoy ...
Breastfeeding, whether dry or otherwise. If breastfeeding is something you crave having done to you, I am your titty boy. Not just for a few minutes, but however long you desire. Make me nurse you for hours. I will keep up.
Cunnilingus (eating p***y, to put it vulgarly). From hood to perineum and every little place in between, I will give my tongue a workout so that you are made to skyrocket to the zenith. If you are soppy wet, I will lick you dry. If you are dry, I will lick you wet. And I don’t stop until you tell me to. If you wrap your legs around my ears or try to wiggle away, I stay with you and keep lapping until you verbally tell me to stop.
Toe sucking with foot massages. I’m still learning about this one but know that the entire foot needs pleasured while the toes are washed clean. I will keep researching it and learning more about it. But you could have the stresses of your day rubbed and sucked right out of your body through your feet and toes, all while you lean back and enjoy a glass of your favorite wine.
Kissing (on the mouth), with or without the tongue. ‘A woman can tell a lot about a guy, just based on the way he kisses.’ This may be a cliché statement, but it still has a great deal of truth to it. If you can’t convey anything she likes through a kiss, what difference will the rest make?
I am very big on hugs and cuddling.
Now ... about the profile name.
I thought about ‘oralslave’, but I’m not a slave. And using the word oral just sounded ugly.
I thought about ‘mouthyboy’ but I felt that made me sound like a bratty smartass. Nothing could be further from the truth. I’m an obedient soul.
I thought about “licknsuck” but then I immediately stopped considering that one as I wanted my name to show some class and some dignity.
‘breastfeedingboy’ was the goldilocks choice. It sounded just right.
I’m not a slave and not interested in being one. I would say I am a pleaser, which is why I selected submissive for my profile.
I am most interested in making the female body feel goooood, slowly and in several different places on the body. I will be looking for a woman who enjoys the company of someone with “mouthy” benefits.
Other things I enjoy:
Opening the door for a lady
Pushing in the chair for a lady
Flea Markets
State Parks
Action/Adventure Movies
Suspense/Thriller Movies
I’m not offering a service. And I’m also not looking to buy a service from anyone. I am simply a submissive type guy who loves to use his mouth. And I would love to meet the woman who would love to control my mouth in whatever way she wanted.
So if you are interested in anything you just read on this profile, please contact me and let’s chat.
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Not to come off as being rude but just so I’m not misleading anyone, I understand that sucking cock is also an oral “mouthy” thing to do. But I am straight and I have no interest at all in doing that. So you don’t need to contact me and remind me that sucking cock is oral. I am aware that it is oral.
There is absolutely no chance you will ever get me to do that.
acronymboy This is an odd request. No, it's actually a very odd request.
I'm not sure where to begin with this. I guess I'll just give a brief summary and then get right to the request. If anyone who reads this wants more details, then contact me privately.
Since June 9th, I have been conducting an experiment on myself. I have chosen to not have an orgasm and I have done this without wearing a chastity cage. When I started, it was just to see how long I could go. But a few weeks into it, I decided that I was going to aim for 100 days.
Aside from when in the shower, I have not touched myself with my hands since I started. I have, however, been edging myself to the point of addiction. To do this, I use (get ready for it) ...... a magic wand massager! And with the exception of a little bit of (ahem) spooge that came out on the 25th day, I have been cum-free and orgasm-free.
In the past week or so, I have begun leaking a little. But I have come up with a comical remedy for this, a "band-aid" for the problem, if you will.
As I type this message, it is the 80th day. 20 to go, putting the "explosion day" on September 17th!
All that being said ... onto my request ...
Once I hit the 100th day, I'd like to be observed as I orgasm for the first time since June 9th. It would be sort of like a watch party, I suppose?
The request is for information. Does anyone know any sort of a webcam site that would allow me to do this?
I'm not interested in a paysite I need to buy membership to in order to do this.
There's bound to be a free website out there.
Does anyone know of such a website?
Thank you,
Nicky
Byrdie For my birthday trip, I reached out to a few people a week before my flight to the East Coast.
One here, an admirer: I dropped him a line asking if he wanted to meet for coffee. The records show that he read my message, but he never replied.
On another site, I followed up on a post from someone offering massages. There was no way to message the person directly, but the site indicates that there's a response to a post when you log on. He logged on since I posted my comment, and I heard nothing before I boarded my plane.
I actually saw his reply after I got back: he finally reached out when I was away. However, by the tie I landed and got settled, activities started and I didn't bother checking these sites. He requested a raincheck for my return. I told him sure, if I remembered.
"Oh, if only you weren't so far away ..." my aunt fanny.
MistressValerie * ISO of a decent, naturally submissive gentleman to grow old with in a committed LTR relationship
* NOT interested in horndogs, freak shows, married and cheating, online anything, pay to plays, or anything else subpar
* just want a great guy who is submissive by nature, who knows his place in a FLR with whom to share My life
* NO drama, excuses, or BS
* am seeking a quality submissive man ready to settle down and enjoy life with a truly Dominant Woman in a D/s relationship
* not willing to settle for less
abetteryou Heyyyy! Journals are back and we can communicate like humans again. My profile is mostly blank because nothing ever got approved.
In all seriousness, when I started my own business a few years ago the pressure and time demands of that forced everything to take a back seat. I lost a wonderful slave girl who just never got to see me enough and the rare times I would see my friends they would all say I looked different. In the end, the sacrifices and 120hr work weeks were worth it. I've succeeded way beyond anything I expected and now have friends and employees that take over a lot of the burden. At the end of the year (weeks away!) I am completing a 2 year contract and I expect to have as much time off as I want and resources to get back into some of the projaspects I was working on and purchase/develop some new machinery.
This time around I would ideally like to find someone with the same interests and hobbies as I have, that way my work and home life don't clash so forcefully where I am in some awful position of choosing one. What I'm seeking doesn't have to be some kind of romantic thing with THE ONE (although that's ideal).
I'm willing to chat and help out with interesting people and their projaspects. Send me a message if you have any questions or want to see anything cool!
Exoticpie2024 Guys be like, “men are visual creatures.” Ok mr, than why do you look like that?
Maybe a lotta fellas don’t have mirrors at home.
I had to be honest with a male yesterday and explain to him that a lotta times the women THEY WANT, that don’t want them, might not be due to their financial status.
A lotta times us women might not find you physically attractive (men never wanna consider this).
Although your grandma and momma been telling you how handsome you are your whole life (they’re supposed to BTW)
That doesn’t mean that women who you cross paths with on a daily basis look at you and think,“yea, I’d like to feel his penis inside of me, or be romantically involved with him”.
This explains why it’s some not financially stable men that stay with a fine ass Boss Chick. Some men can get outta prison Tamar and be living with lawyer in her water-front condo & driving her Benz truck within a week.
LondonTriangle Phew and thank god!
I nearly forked out just under £500 on the wrong specimen:
1. £295 for harness gear - custom made still lush
2. £50 for the application in 2 sizes
3. £95 rope bondage lesson but getting discount as the teacher is an old friend of mine
Will still spend for myself but if I ask a man questions it means I am investing time to understand how to give you what you want. You can't give me a second, ok, harness yourself.
I am good.
Still investing in the supplies just finding a worthy destination.
Some people like to talk forever and not act on their impulse I was thinking lets act on the impulse not just talk about it. HotAndSticky +MULTIMEDIA What did you think was the worst movie of all time? - OH, I DON'T KNOW...THOSE GODDAMNED BLINDLY-PATRIOTIC/PATHETICALLY-THEOCRATIC MOVIES ARE NAUSEATINGLY-HORRENDOUS. 😑😑😑😑😑 If you could be any celebrity, who would you be and why? - DUNNO...WINONA RYDER? 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 JULIETTE LEWIS? 🖤 DEPECHE MODE? 🖤💜🖤💜 Ever buy a bootlegged VHS or DVD? If so, of what? - NOT THAT I KNOW OF. Would you rather watch movies at home or in the theater? - HOME. I DON'T DO NASTYASS, GERMYASS, DISGUSTINGASS, ANNOYINGASS MOVIE THEATRES. 😑😑😑😑😑 What kind of food do you buy at the theater? - N/A. What artist do you love to sing along with? - MARILYN MANSON, TRENT REZNOR, ROB ZOMBIE, PETER STEELE, JAMES HETFIELD, DEPECHE MODE, DURAN DURAN, DOORS, ALICE IN CHAINS... 🤘😎🤘 What artist do you think has no right to be as popular as they are? - THAT OVERRATED BLOVIATING WINDBAG KANYE WEST. 😑😑😑😑😑 What’s a song that makes you cry? 😞😥😢💔 "I Love You Forever And Ever And Ever, Ma....." 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 - https://youtu.be/45ft7onAhR4 What movie makes you laugh so hard your stomach hurts? - I DON'T KNOW. I ACTUALLY *USED* TO LAUGH. I EVEN USED TO LAUGH *HARD* SOMETIMES, BUT THAT WAS YEARS AGO. I JUST DO NOT LAUGH ANYMORE LIKE I USED TO. I REALLY DON'T. JUST KNOWING THAT I'M CURSED TO BEING ON THE SAME FUCKING PLANET WITH MILLIONS OF UNFORGIVABLY-STUPID TRUMP SUPPORTERS HAS CERTAINLY KILLED MY HAPPYHEARTEDNESS. 😑😑😑😑😑 Are there any dance/action/fighting scenes from a movie you can perform? - HM...NO. Is there any movie you can quote word for word? - HA...I USED TO...MAYBE "BEETLEJUICE"..."STAR WARS"... +LOVE AND DATING. What do you think of kissing on the first date? - IT DEPENDS. MAYBE IF I ALREADY KNEW HER & HAVE ALWAYS LIKED HER THEN IT'D BE OKAY. EVEN HAVING SEX, HEH. Have you ever experienced unrequited love? - YEAH. UNREQUITED LUST TOO. Have you ever dreamt about your crush/significant other? - YUUUUUUUP. Was it a good dream, or a nightmare? - SEXCELLENCE! 🤩😍🥰🤩😍🥰🤩😍🥰 I HAD A *LOT* OF CRAZY SEXUAL DREAMS ABOUT CASSANDRA; A HOT SEXY OLDER BOSS OF MINE. GODDAMMIT, IF I EVER SEE HER AGAIN, I HOPE WE FUUUUUUUCK MAYBE THOUSANDS OF TIMES THIS TIME. GODDAMMIT, I *WILL* FUCK THE UNHOLY HELL OUTTA HER A LOT! 😝🤪😜😛😋🤩😍 Do the words “I Love You” scare you? - No. I DO NOT BLINDLY-LOVE PEOPLE, I DO NOT BLINDLY-BELIEVE IN LOVE EITHER. Have you ever wanted to ask someone out but didn’t? Why? - OH, YEAH...WELL, I'VE ALWAYS BEEN GODDAMNED FUCKING *SHY*. BUT FOR A WHILE I ACTUALLY MADE MYSELF TO START ASKING GIRLS OUT, BUT SOMETHING ABOUT THAT JUST REALLY DOES *NOT* FEEL GENUINE TO ME. SO I JUST REVERTED BACK TO MY OWN NATURE. MY OWN FACTORY DEFAULT PROGRAMMING. HA. Have you ever been on a blind date? - UUUUUGH. 😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖 YES. SHE WAS *INSUFFERABLY-HORRID*. 😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖 I COULD *NOT* WAIT TO DROP HER HORRIBLE LITTLE AYASS BACK OFF TO HER HOME...WHICH I SUMMARILY DID POSTE HASTE AFTER THE CONCERT. UUUUUGH. 😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖 "FORGET about Me even taking you out to Dinner, Movie, & Whatever Else Later....." *sigh* 😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑 #UGH! (I've actually written in-detail before about that particular Blind Date before. I won't here right now, though. Maybe I'll look for it & CopyPaste it here in my Blog again later) Does Interracial Sex interest you? -Haha...ummmmm...😛😜🤪😝😆 #iWantHotSexyChocolateDammit! 🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫!!!!!!!😍😋 Do you think Freckles are sexy? -Ohhhhh, Damn Sexy. Yeah.🤩😍🥰 I've seen some Superhot Sexy Women before with LLOTS Of Freckles, yup. #BOINNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!! 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪 #FRECKLEPALOOZA. #FRECKLELICIOUS. +THE PAST. What was your favorite childhood toy? - KITES! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 BABY BAT! 🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇 Did you play with kids in your neighborhood when you were little? - YEAH. I MISS MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND, SALLY. I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH HER AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, HA...SHE LOOKS GREAT TO THIS DAY. SHE'S ONLY A YEAR OLDER. DAMN SEXY, PASSIONATE, HYPER, & FIT. 🥰 I'VE ACTUALLY FANTASIZED HAVING HOT GORGEOUS SINFUL SEX WITH HER A FEW TIMES, HA...MAYBE ONE DAY...🤩😍🥰 How many times have you moved? - 5. What were your “awkward years”? - 13 ON UP. Did you have a security blanket/stuffed animal you always slept with? - HA. YUP. GAMBI! HE'S A PLUSHIE STUFFED CLOWN SINCE I WAS 1. I THOUGHT HE LOOKED A BIT LIKE GUMBY SO I NAMED HIM GAMBI, HEH...STILL HAVE HIM! ❤💙❤💙❤💙❤ What was your favorite childhood TV show? - STAR TREK. 🖖😎 Movie? - 'CAT PEOPLE'. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 'THE HUNGER'. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 'THE CROW'. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 'BEETLEJUICE'. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 'THE MATRIX' MOVIES. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Did you have lots of new toys or hand-me-downs? - HM...HALF & HALF? I DIDN'T MIND USED TOYS. I EVEN PERSONALLY BOUGHT ME LOTS OF THEM TOO, HA. Is there anything you would change about your childhood if you could? - I G
AKRONOHIOMAN August 7, 2024 – Cock Hungry Slut gets his CHERRY POPPED TODAY !
I'm changing the name of one of the guys who have been hanging around for quite some time.
The first met him when he was single. He loved having toys shoved up his ass. But that was our limit. But he was young and hot and I definitely enjoyed playing with his ass. It was common occurrence to have him hop up into the sling and shove all manner of things in his hole to stretch him.
Then he disappeared for a while. It turned out he got married. And after a while he made the decision he wanted to play again, so we did.
Now, he has outed himself to his new wife and they have opened the relationship and she has turned him into a cuckold. He tells me he's looking forward to sucking a guy's cock after that cock has fucked his wife. Or maybe eat some guys cum out of her snatch when some random guy is done using his wife. And eventually, maybe have someone fuck him while he's eating his wife out.
But he has to start somewhere. And that somewhere was losing his virginity with me today. I get to pop his cherry today and leave my load inside him.
When he arrived I was already naked sitting in my chair with a hard on. I told him to strip and get on his knees and suck my cock. As he stripped he was wearing a micro cock cage. It had a belt around his waist holding it up. It was one of the extremely small micro cages made of metal.
He had briefly sucked my cock once before a few months ago, but today was especially exciting knowing that cock was going to penetrate his ass today.
Oh my God he was good at sucking my cock. Maybe I was extra excited knowing I was going to fuck him for the first time and leave my load inside him. But while on his knees in front of my chair, I watched intently as my cock went in and out of his mouth.
I grabbed a handful of his hair, I grabbed it hard, and I forced him down on my cock. I just wanted to see how far I could push him both literally and figuratively. It appeared that he was willing to take any amount of abuse. But if he's going to be a cuckold, he needs to get used to being used.
He would choke occasionally and I would reassure him that was normal. That he would get used to a cock in his mouth. And eventually his wife would be having him suck on cocks much larger than mine, so he better get used to it.
After about 10 minutes of cock sucking we decided to clean his ass out. I led him to the bathroom and told him to get down on all fours. I got the old fashioned rubber enema bag out of the closet and unscrewed the top. I let the tap water run until it was warm. I filled the red rubber enema bag almost completely full of water then screwed the tube back on the bag.
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MistressHowl Chickens and eggs, carts before horsesBigSigh .. 1st visit, Excellent. 2nd, smh .. Idk which was more detrimental,The combo of miscommunication and misrepresentationor My own error in not insisting on sticking to My original plan anywayBut was led to believe it would be integrated .. however, wasnt .Then today a previously hidden but suspected piece of the puzzle was revealed, and now the whole pictures clearer, but lost much of its allure.. Shame, bc the issues wouldnt have been issues if theyd just been discussed, and or handled better. Wish it all had been .. ah well.. smh .. hindsight sux
Only bright side Im capable of coming up with atm is; they keep weeding themselves out quick as spit
subMeghan Wow! Got a lot of postive feedback from my last journal entry. So here's a follow-up with more stuff about me...
Here are some of the questions I have gotten:
Before we get started, as directed by my dom, I am required to tell you that as I write this, I, subMeghan, am completely naked, except for my dog collar...
Do I have a job? Yes, I have a regular 8 to 5 job. Boring stuff. Basically it's data entry kinda job. Not going to say to much more about that. There are no sexy stories to tell here...
Have I ever been raped? Yes, but I don't think I'm going to talk about this...
How did I get into this "lifestyle"? I suspect that I've always had a desire to be dominated in some way. (see my previous journal entries about my fantasies.) However, I'm going to have to say that one of my early boyfriends was the one who officially got me into bondage. Prior to him, everything was just in my head. He was the first person to tie me up during sex...
Do I live in a cage/dungeon? No, I live in a normal house. We kinda use our garage as a makeshift "dungeon". (Not really a dungeon, more of a playroom). Nothing very wild, just a few eyebolts in one of the overhead beams for bondage purposes...
Am I a whore/prostitute? No, I am not. That said, in my "wild" high school days, I did kinda trade sex for help on some homework assignments. It was with a fellow student and we sorta dated for awhile. But mostly it was a relationship of convenience. My reputation in high school was way worse than my actual life...
Well that's all for now. I hope you all have a great weekend. I look forward to hearing from you. Until next time, this is subMeghan signing off.
BullMeister reposting this as I have had several prospaspects ask if I am still looking to collar a slave. The answer is yes but onky one that can function well in a poly leather household. Please read the repost below for more info
Instead of updating the profile and having it be down for months, I am using the journal to note changes.
I have collared a slave and it is serving in My home 24/7/365
I continue to train and develop other slaves that need experience serving, learning protocols, developing pain tolerence or just want to provide pleasure to a Master
I am also looking for a second slave for a poly household. Mine is a Leather Family and I have many friends in the world Leather community. I have a process for evaluating a slave for ownership, if there is interest I can explain further.
The new Dungeon Barn has finally been built. This 3 level dungeon is an all season timber frame barn built on a stone foundation. The interior is being finished and then equipment installed. Completion scheduled for winter 2021.
Summer months We/we reside at our camp. Cothing optional, men only, with a complete dungeon there as well
Anjunajune Master's WritingsFoundations: Commanding vs LeadingI came across a Dominant who appeared to miss understand the difference between leading and commanding. A thing seen too often in the lifestyle, where these two terms become red into one, yet for Dominants they should be viewed as quite different.Command is a singular act at a specific moment in time. A direction given to another to do something and when that thing is done, the moment is over. There is no longevity, no lingering emotion or sense of something larger. Command exists to accomplish a specific thing at a specific moment - nothing more.Leading, on the other hand, is a process that cannot be accomplished in a single moment in time. It is more about a direction than a specific action and as such requires vision of the goal as well as awareness of the individual. It involves motivating, developing and inspiring people into action. Leading requires both the skill to communicate and the presence of a leader to identify the goal and describe the path how to get there.When command and leading become interchangeable, they typically devolve into commands strung together and submissives running to accomplish tasks, under the pretense of leading. Even though sometimes these tasks have legitimate value in the development of a submissive, in the larger scope, they miss the mark because what gets communicated to the submissive typically lacks the values, principles, and/or underlying lessons that connect the submissive to the dominant or to the lessons to be learned.So is one better than another? They are the equivalent of a scene compared to a dynamic. Commands are adequate for a single scene, yet commands will never provide the foundation for a power-imbalanced dynamic. For this, Dominants must lead and lead with vision of what they intend to create, clarity of roles, a sense of purpose about why even the little things matter and the commitment to live path they set forth, committing to the same level of quality they expect from others.
LondonTriangle A handful of journals on here discuss disability and sexuality.
It shouldn't be challenging but it does make me think why should a disability hinder your true feelings or needs.
Some interesting artists have popped up locally: Mari Katayama
Very inspiring.
For some of the creative appreciators in the fetish scene.
pizzapuppiescows I just made chocolate chip cookies topless. Here's what happened.
I'm on a health kick (the cookies aren't for me). The other night I made lentil bolognese and it called for red wine. Just a little. I'm not a wine drinker but I do cook with it. So, smidge of wine into the pot, cork the bottle. Google tells me I only have a few days to finish the bottle, but I can freeze the wine. Pull out a small ice cube tray, pour half the bottle in, stick it in the freezer. And I learned that wine takes a lot longer to freeze than water. I should have known this but I wasn't thinking. I pulled the tray out with the amount of force you would if it were ice. It wasn't ice. Wine all down the front of my shirt. Now, I'm already in the process of making cookies so what do I do? Whip off my shirt and rinse it under cold water to try to get the stain out. Do I go upstairs to get another shirt? Stay with me here, I know I'm topless. But no, I do not. I grab an apron and tie it on. These damn cookies better be delicious.
bootsbaby50 Things have been very rough this last few years. In the middle of the horror I discovered my exact needs and desires.
All are leaning to 24/7. A TRUE EXPERIENCED Dominant. One compatible of course.
One with similar interests as we need time together outside of just bdsm.
I need fully trained. Supervised. Someone who pays attention when I think I can get away with something though I try my best to be a good girl.
Someone to nurture me. Guide me. Ensure I hydrate and eat properly.
I need the rules. The punishments. The after care and the sincere love.
I am in a vanilla relationship and beyond unhappy. I have had limited human contact in years. The vanilla is too old. Impotent and zero desire. We live separate lives. I am more of a care giver.
I am willing to move almost anywhere but as a full time submissive. I'm too poor to use what little I have to move in and find out we aren't compatible. So meeting 1st is a must. I am fine with a hotel or cabin or even fly to you but trust must be established.
I will accept nothing other than EXPERIENCED. I am not switch. I'm fully submissive.
I want 24/7 but also would like a little loosening on my chain to feel semi normal. Yes I expect completely your knowing my comings and goings at all time. Mutual interests are time well spent.
What are you looking for in a submissive?
AdaptOvercome 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.
Moonsbowsonder I feel the cold metal of my collar against my skin, a constant reminder of my new reality. I had signed the contract and now, I wait, could be now, or maybe never. The system decided who bought me, who owned me, but until that day, no taxes. I got to live tax free from the moment that collar locked, I was no longer a tax paying citizen. I was just merchandise on a shelf.The beep that echoes through the bookstore signals my salvation and damnation in the form of a large, commanding man. Baxter.
He rushes toward me, his eyes filled with a primal hunger that sends a shiver down my spine. His hands roughly grab my arms, pulling me close as he examines me, his gaze intense and unyielding. I can't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer size of him, the power that radiates off his body.
"You're mine now," he growls, his voice deep and rough. His thumb brushes against the collar, a single drip of his blood and the control was engaged and I feel a jolt of electricity run through me at his touch. I'm his to command, his to use as he sees fit.
He leads me out of the bookstore, his grip tight on my arm. People on the streets shaking their heads, another collared removed from the system, less government money wasted. I can't help but feel a sense of excitement as I follow him, my body tingling with anticipation. I've been waiting for this moment for so long, my training leading up to this very moment, to take the collar you have to serve years if service school, but no bills, no taxes, and after the rules all changed, I had no choice.
As we enter his home, he turns to me, his eyes blazing with hunger. "Undress," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument, the collar filling with heat. I comply, my hands shaking as I remove each piece of clothing, revealing my curves to his gaze.
He watches me, his eyes taking in every inch of my body. "Kneel," he orders, and I obey, my heart pounding in my chest. He approaches me, his fingers tracing the outline of my collar. "You're mine now," he repeats, his voice softer this time. Then his hand clicks the l
VTswitchcouple It's been a quiet couple of months. P had surgery a few months ago and recovery has been slow. That said, I've traveled a few times, especially around the holidays, and that led to some intense fantasies about being captured or coerced away from home. It's absolutely fun to be tied up at home, but it's also fun to think about being snagged from a parking lot with just the most basic ties. Like zipties around my wrists and ankles, a cloth gag secured with tape, my own scarf as a blindfold so I have no idea where I'm being taken. Fighting to get to my cell phone and just as my fumbling fingers manage to pull it out of my bag, the car stops and I'm hauled away to my fate. Maybe my captor sees my phone, forces me to unlock it with my fingertips, and then uses it to document my punishment for trying to escape. Culminating with a photo sent to my husband of my well-used and creampied pussy, with my legs held up to help me conceive. I know the studies are inconclusive but ever since I saw the movie Election, I've been obsessed with the idea of my legs being held back, willingly or otherwise, after a man has cum in me. Or maybe just Matthew Broderick.
A few men have offered to "rescue" me from a life of being knocked up by a Trump supporter. And I have to admit, a lot of the allure was lost for me after the election, and even more after he took office, and even more after unelected gooner Elon Musk started running the government. Maybe I could be a mail order American bride for someone in Australia or Canada. I have no idea how immigration law works in general and especially not for other countries. Maybe someone tricks me and offers to let me stay with them for a few months in a new country, no strings attached. But once I arrive in my new home, I see the guest bedroom has just a mattress with rope laid out on it. I turn to leave and see my benefactor holding my passport and cell phone. He tells me if I want to stay, I better strip down like a good girl, put a ball gag in my mouth, and handcuff myself. Spending the next few months with my legs wrapped around a stranger, hoping other countries allow anchor babies. Trading one form of servitude for another.
What can I say, the body wants what the body wants.
Mzspanks A note for those who choose to message me:
I’m not interested in sexual résumés or exhaustive lists of past experiences as an opening introduction. Depth, discernment, restraint, and self-ownership matter to me far more than explicit history.
I pay attention to how someone lives their everyday life — work ethic, accountability, emotional intelligence, time management, and their ability to carry responsibility. Submission, as I define it, comes from stability, conscious choice, and integrity — not self-erasure, obligation, or performance.
If you are currently uncollared and reaching out, this is the appropriate time to show who you are now:
how you manage your work life, how you contribute within a household or structured environment, how you balance ambition with discipline, and how you envision your future. I am interested in alignment, not nostalgia.
It’s also worth stating plainly: as we age, bodies change. That is reality, not failure. Physical limitations or changes — including erectile issues — are not disqualifiers to me. What matters is confidence, honesty, self-awareness, and the ability to live fully in the present rather than clinging to a past version of yourself.
MadnessPBM my first entry since i created my account.
Its only a thinking about how much difficult to have a relationship with a person, normally its already difficult with vanilla, because you have the choice of saying your "truly desire" or just lie, like a lot of other kinkster.
I did the first because i dont like to lie, trust is important, even if after this will be difficult.
Then if youre lucky like me your vanilla romance can be transformed into a kinky romance.
But ahaha, luck with me came only in half, she liked the kinky community but shes a dom and.. im a dom.
Then having sub, slave and partner play came really fast to us, but the problem is...
I can releave my desire of spanking, doing general sadism, experiments this with her with complicity but..
Sexual desire, humiliation, degradation and dicipline/domination i can't! because both of us are dom!
If the person beside you is a kinky person this can be helped but if that not the case, youre doomed!
After 8 years of relationship, we will broke, not because we dont love each others but because of the path we need to take separatly.
Being a kinkster if you didnt find a person to walk with you at this long life and with the same desire, same way of living, some time this will broke or you will broke.
make the good choice, and assume it. only like this you will never regret it. HouseOfHarold
Collaring
It's come to my attention that a lot of Dom's don't have any formal collaring ceremony and tend to awkwardly wing it. There's nothing wrong with that, we all started somewhere. I'm writing this for those Dom's who need a "Step 1" since you can't exactly go to chatgpt and ask for this. This comes after vetting, after ensuring compatibility and establishing limits.
Couple things to know about my dynamic before we go further.
First, every girl has their "enterance name". Something simple like little one or pretty girl, generic.
Then this is when they get both their collar and their slave name. In this case the girl is going from "pretty girl" to "princess".
I begin:
The room is dim, but there are a few candles lit, casting a glow.
The applicant (as I call the new girls) kneels next to Puppy, jewel of my harem, which is a mix between a den mother and a mother superior.
I slowly settle into my chair across the room from those two and look directly at the new girl who instinctively lowers her eyes, but lets out the slightest hint of a smile.
"Lower your forehead to the floor, and begin crawling towards me," I tell her before she slowly obeys.
I begin to recite as she crawls towards me and away from puppy:
"For as long as man has walked beside animals he has used collars for a simple reason: To mark his possessions. To control them via means of a leash or just holding the collar.
To show that they belong to someone.
A collar tells others that this one is not stray, or unclaimed.
A collar says something. Pride. Identity. Belonging.
But above all that? It shows you are owned."
I then reach down, and wrap the collar around her throat. she still hasn't looked up, her forehead still pressed to the floor. I gently lift her chin and smile, and look into her eyes.
"Hello, pretty girl. My name is Master, and yours is Princess"
Usually there's a soft "hi" and a smile.
What you do after this is completely up to you, but I usually turn my personality all the way back on and say something akin to "OK get your ass over here" and wrap her up in a bear hug.
Couple notes:
I paced myself, matching my cadence to her speed and being careful to finish as she approached. If need be take a moment to tell her to slow down or speed up. Do so with swiftness and command. Something like
"I'm sure your more eager to receive your collar than that. you can move a little faster." or
"This isnt a race, you will slow down, breathe."
I maintain a strict "sir" only name until this point. I am a random dom, therefore I am sir. Its only after she's collared that its official and she can call me Master, Daddy, or whatever was decided upon. The name she was gonna call me was established long ago. I've got a whole post called "Whats in a name?".
Take this, modify it to your own needs, critique it, and enjoy.
Neolloydia I must be a masochist, because I can't seem to leave this site completely, even though I know how much it fucking sucks. It's like we're all just trolling the bottom of the barrel of humanity here trying to find a dream partner that doesn't actually exist. And yet, here we all still are, day after fucking day...
pizzapuppiescows Are you ready? Because this one chaps my ass. Do you watch Hulu? Have you noticed the ads for hims meds that are for erectile dysfunction? and the ads for hers that are for anxiety disorders? Let's pause for a moment. The number one concern for this company is that men's dicks are working and women's brains are under control. What about his anxiety? What about her sexual dysfunctions? More women have trouble with orgasms than men, but there isn't a pill for that. Why? You know what the top medical issues are for men? Heart disease, diabetes, and stroke. For women? Heart disease, breast cancer, and cervical or ovarian cancer. Hmm, what's missing? You know what's missing? Wilfred fucking Brimley telling you to eat some oatmeal. The more nonfiction I ingest, the more I believe that women should run the world. No more pissing contests, all the kids would have food, and we'd have one massive war of all wars and then it would be done because we are ruthless and loving creatures. I'm kidding, but I'm also not. Pay attention to what you're seeing. Ask yourself these questions... What's the story? What's the other untold story? Who has the power? You'll see emerging patterns and maybe even want to join my army. And to that I say start soldiering in your own backyard and fight misogyny in your circle of friends. Use your male privilege to help balance the scale.
Wolf87 I saw this on Reddit. thought it was a good list so sharing it here:
Lots of people talk about Red Flags, but what about green flags?
Let's talk about green flags. The things you want to recognize as a potential good partner.
1.They ask about your limits and check in on you during play.
2. They encourage you to have other friendships in the scene.
3. You can talk to them transparently in and out of dynamic
4. You have compatible kinks to play with.
5. They actively seek out enthusiastic consent.
6. They embrace the constant negotiations and renegotiation that is part of relationships
7. The lack of drama is a bit boring but really cozy. People just do not talk about the fact that healthy relationships just do not have that drama cycle.
8. They are respectful and nice to people they do not want to fuck.
9. Their ex's are not all 'crazy". Talks about exs with respect. If someone only has 'crazy' exs then I am thinking they is a crazy maker ie they are reacting to their bad behavior.
10. They are a safe driver. Shitty drivers most likely will not be safe with you either.
11. They do not shit on your interests, in fact they encourage you to develop yourself.
12. They do not ask for nudes right away.
Mysterium PLEASE READ CAREFULLY
DO NOT SEND DICK PICS OR NUDES
NOT INTERESTED IN SEXTING
I DO NOT WANT A SUGAR DADDY
I DO NOT HAVE AN ONLYFANS ACCOUNT NOR DO I WANT ONE
I'M NOT LOOKING TO MAKE CONTENT WITH ANYONE
I DON'T WANT YOUR MONEY
I'M NOT HERE TO TRADE PICS OR VIDEOS
I AM NOT LOOKING FOR FWB
NOT LOOKING FOR OR WANTING HOOKUPS. DO NOT CONTACT ME REGARDING HOOKUPS PERIOD.
I DO NOT SUB OR PLAY OVER THE INTERNET.
I'M NOT HERE FOR SEXTING
I'M NOT INTERESTED IN BEING PART OF A COUPLE/POLY RELATIONSHIP
MY HARD LIMITS AND BOUNDARIES ARE ANYTHING ILLEGAL, ANAL, ANIMALS, DRUGS OF ANY SORT, ANYTHING TO DO WITH HUMAN OR ANIMAL WASTE. DO NOT PUSH MY LIMITS/ BOUNDARIES OR YOU WILL BE REPORTED AND BLOCKED. ADDITIONAL HARD LIMITS/ BOUNDARIES FACE FUCKING, GAGGING, HUMILIATION,VOMIT, THIS WILL BE UPDATED WHEN AND IF I FIND MORE LIMITS AND BOUNDARIES.
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make it engaging & relevant
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if you don't have pix posted, include some
also indicate your current age
Bulk mail is set to exclude
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Thank You
ilovefootworship Just a note — I'm probably not going to gel very well with other sub trans girls, but I'm happy to share pics and chat about our desires, so please don't hesitate to contact me if you like what you see in my profile.
Also, again a note for trans Dommes — I like Mommy Dommes who know that D/s goes both ways. I will happily fluff your ego and make you feel great about yourself if you can treat me like a baby girl who needs pampering, attention and love just in the same way. I will be as obedient to you as I can without doing anything immoral or illegal, of course, and I'll flatter, obey, pump up your ego, and be sweet and submissive to you just like a subbie baby girl or DMlg sub should be.
Same applies if you're an exceptionally good Daddy or Mommy cis Dom/me. I see so many selfish and egotistical profiles from most Dommes which are a huge turn off — the lecturing about throwing away your ego as a sub will work out long-term when you're ready to throw away your female or male ego as a Dom/me, and realize that you're serving your subs needs like they serve yours. They're your priority too, and you need to make them feel good about themselves serving you if you want them there forever. A young and horny boy or girl will serve you to get their needs for some sexual satisfaction fulfilled, but they'll be tired of your galaxy-sized ego saying that you're always right and they're always wrong just because of your relationship dynamics.A similar idea for subs: Please don't ever neglect the need for aftercare for Dom/mes too. They need it as much as you, and they're probably less confident, powerful and in control than you think. It's still a roleplay in a sense, and they have the same doubts as you about their performance. Before or after you get confirmation from them that you were a good boy/girl, be sure to puff up and stroke their egos too and tell them how you loved serving them, that they're a great Daddy/Mommy, etc. Please use your imagination. If your owner isn't good at communicating this back, be sure to ask them for an ego boost and validation as well. Don't stay with them if they become selfish and demanding, though, this is not a one-way street. You have valid needs and you need to ask for them to be fulfilled, too.
Verijaa For fuck's sake, guys. It is truly pitiable how few of you bother to do anything at all to learn about the reality of your own desires. There are non-fiction books, blogs, sites, videos, discussions, munches, classes, seminars, demos, and events all over the place, if you look up from the porn and erotica and think with the upper head. It is nobody elses responsibilty to teach you. Dominant women are NOT automatic teachers of all the stuff. How do you think WE learn it?
I've read a whole 3 profiles this evening. This is why I don't bother to read more. They are ignorant, porn-fed, and say nothing of interest.
Dominants do not "mold" you into a different person. Daily life in a D/s relationship in the real world without payment living together on a daily basis looks pretty much the same as any other relationship. It is not a constant kinky scene. Most subs wear the same old clothes, do the same old stuff, have the same old hobbies. Their partner is in charge for whatever they have agreed to, but that isn't a constant visible porn scene. A dominant does not live for inspections and demands. It means he asks if a casserole is okay for dinner, and if she says no, he finds something else. It does NOT mean she is standing over him in a corset inspecting his shopping list with a crop in her hand. It doesn't mean you spend your days cringing and hoping every tiny detail is correct. That's erotica. Learn the difference.
No, submissive men do not look or act any different than any other men. There is absolutely no need to make a point of how normal you are in public. Subs are ALL normal appearing people. Because that is what they are. Normal people who happen to prefer their partner being in charge. You are not alpha special super sub because you do not crawl in public or do have solid boundaries or do not have social anxiety. None of those things are submissive. You are just another guy. Get over it.
And no, if you have social anxiety, insecurities, poor personal boundaries, or any other personal issue, submission will not fix it. Dominants are not gurus, not life coaches, not therapists, and are not out here looking for projaspects. Submission just means you do things her way. That does not make all your problems go away, and a dominant is no more interested in taking on a project and trying to fix some guy than any other woman. Your life, your personality, your issues, as well as your other qualities, are yours to deal with. That does not change because of a relationship.
If you want kinky play, that's great. Have fun! Go meet a network of kinky play friends and go for it! But do NOT call yourself a slave and pretend you want an FLR. That is not what that means.
PLBsub71 6/13/2024
I am Wordy...
Flirty...
a little bit...
Dirty.
Even so... sending me a message does not guarantee a reply.
Some may think that is rude. There are just only a certain number of hours in a day and I am not on here much.
MPH
commited12u
A mediocre Dominant tells.
A good Dominant teaches.
An excellent Dominant explains.
A true Dominant inspires.
IntenseOwners Well, let me kick off this writing to you with this first document This one and all others may use words and describe parts of life and relationships that the uninterested my find offensive I also may often you the word you or another pronoun that has the same meaning
I am writing to your mind to read and understand me and give me significant feedback so I understand you as well
Because I am writing this more or less on the fly, the thoughts may be laid out a bit more scattered than a book, but too bad
I am writing to the submissive deep in your mind and being, the slave or the masochist that needs and desires and wants and needs more
So hang in there
You must have a very strong mind which is determined to learn things most just ignore
Let me touch on some emotions as the physical, mental and emotional state of life is so deep into all this
Most people are basically insecure That is why research has shown that up to 98 percent of people are very satisfied being followers and letting others take the responsibility of decision making and leadership
The mentality of a person that advocates she is a slave is right there
She looks first of all for safety and security and close behind that is the need to feel wanted, to be needed, to be of value
In return for that emotional reassurance she is very willing to do almost anything to please another because that is the one great thing she has the power to do
Being bound tight she nearly always tests the bondage to see if she can get away It is important to her that she cannot because it has an emotional meaning that someone took the extra time to insure that grip on her and it carries the meaning that she is wanted Almost any of strict control, humiliation and abuse is far better than being alone and unwanted
It does not need the complications of sex or to say someone loves you or that they would never want someone else one day far off
At that moment it is a simple fact they want you and that is what starts your life living
As you step into it deeper, being blindfolded or hooded restricting eyesight calms you in very deep ways Its that other one is taking responsibility for you and your needs and most of all your safety You will want to feel it, and reach out for the one controlling you that way
Being locked in a cage has at least a double meaning emotionally
You are restrained and kept and thus very limited in what you can do without someone wanting you to do it by letting you out
But there is also that gate and lock between you and the world, which can be seen as keeping all the evil things that chase you real or imagined out where they can not reach you
A strict cage not only is like your prison, but also like your base or your fortress where again you are safe, where you can indeed relax and sleep
And that collar
Like a wedding ring, it means so much to a submissive slave She has made it and her ownership and that desire to take her is on display for all to see When you can, you finger it and hold it and fidget with it, and know it is there for a real purpose
But to have all this requires that someone really does want you, be it for the better or the worst, that want and desire is real and gives you a place and purpose in life
And with that, you are never really alone In time, you may feel frighten or scared or even cry when it is taken off when for a short time
Even deeper is the matter of control, and how it reaches into your personal thoughts and life and gives you something to live up to and meet in a consistent way
Both pain and pleasure are emotions first and are often never tended well in everyday life In a stricter life, so much fluff and useless energy is removed or not allowed and something special happens
You can focus
You can see more clearly yourself and all you need to be as well as all you want to be
Yes, it takes time and training and understanding to know the reason why you feel that the slave in you must submit and submit deeply and unendingly
Those emotions of need and want are so different and so rarely understood
You can want this feeling to be like a beautiful ring to wear, and you want it a lot but you can eat and drink and breathe without it everyday of your life
A need is like the air that you breathe and that need is so powerful that a few minutes, without it you are dead A slave grows up wanting things, but at the same time she grows up needing things Control and submission show the path of making the needs a reality
You learn to focus on those things in life that are needs and those that are wants when all the fluff is removed and those distractions to your emotional thought process are removed
I am a writer, and a scientist and I can go on and on about this, and do so in the face of all those that just want their experience to be sex with a little rope
The true slave and the true owner learn that there really is so much more to this life
AKRONOHIOMAN June 2, 2025 - Pennsylvania red came by today.
He has been here many times before, so he knew to come into the garage where he stripped in back of the garage and put his clothing in a plastic milk carton with a written sign that says “Worthless Pieces of Human flesh are to put their clothing here before entering.”
For the first time, I had placed wrist and ankle restraints in the clothing box before his arrival. I had no written instructions, I had not told him I was going to be doing it, it was a completely new thing for him to see. I knew he would understand what I wanted him to do. And, as expected, he came in naked WITH the restraints on. It was just another level of humiliation I was putting him through.
We went upstairs and I told him I needed a blow job. I laid back on my bed, and he got up all fours with his ass to my right. He knows from previous visits that I love to play with his ass with my fingers as he is sucking my cock. As he was sucking, I put a bit of lube on my fingers and shoved them in his ass. I started with one finger, but soon I was shoving three fingers into him. He started out super tight, but I was quickly loosening his hole.
I started spanking with my hand. Not only did I spank both of his butt cheeks, but I was concentrating smacking the actual crack of his ass. Something about smacking his HOLE is a real turn on. This went on for about 15 mins, including wrapping my leg around his neck pulling him down onto my cock until he was choking, holding him there until I though he was about to vomit.
When I knew his mouth, jaws and throat were on fire from the session, I told him to get up on all fours with his ass at the bottom of the bed. I started with my fingers and lots of lube. I removed my fingers and replaced them with a long bumpy toy. I pushed it deep in his ass hoping he took the time to clean out properly. I was not disappointed. I fucked him with the toy for a while as I played with my cock with my free hand. Occasionally I would pull and tug on his balls.
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MsPam4u Not Looking At All! Just Friends Please Respect
Bikinisub The Pitch
It was late afternoon when Heather asked me to go with her to Jim's office. A few dozen people were still enjoying the pool and patio while listening to music. I followed her into the house and was led to Jim's office. It was masculine looking with leather chairs and a sofa and a mahogany desk. I looked around and there were framed movie posters on the wall. They were gaudy with titles such as Bound Bitch and Mantool. I could read Jim's name on them as directed by. Jim came in, smiled at us and sat down and lit a cigar.
Jim, puffing smoke: I'm so glad you came today. As you can see we're like a family. We have a lot of fun. I don't want you to feel any pressure to do anything so let me explain what this is all about. I make movies as you can see. I've done pretty well. Heather has starred in a lot of them. We both love bondage and want to do a movie with bondage and torture. Not real torture of course.
My sweet baby (looking at Heather) has written a script which I think is dynamite. It's the kind of movie that I think people will want to stay until the end to see what happens. When we saw your scene at the party the other day I said to her that you'd be perfect for it.
Me: I'm not a porn actress.
Jim, grinning: No no we already got that. We think you'd be a good bondage model. We would respect your limits of course and there'll be a female coordinator there the whole time.
Heather: I'm narrating it. I'll be your torturer. You don't have to memorize any lines or anything. We just want to film your reactions to the torments. When we watched you being whipped while being suspended that night we just fell in love with your reactions and emotions.
Me, looking at both of them: Can I see the script?
Heather: Of course! Better yet, would you like to see the torture chamber?
Jim: Go show her the set. Look, no pressure. We understand if you don't want to do this. It'll be fun. Think about and let me know.
Jim got up and shook my hand and smiled. Heather and I left the room and I was led through the cavernous home to a large door with an unlit "Quiet On Set" sign. She opened the door and I looked around.
It was a movie set. The set was a medieval torture chamber with stone (fake) walls. I saw a rotating wheel of pain, a rack, a suspension frame and a crucifix. Everything looked so real. It blew me away.
Heather: So what do you think?
Me: I'm in.
Next up Action!
sissyemmaforced My Master naturally controls my sex life.
I'm not allowed to plesure myself without His permission; interestingly, He prefers that I don't wear my chastity cage: He says He wants me to build my self control and deny myself willingly for Him.
I am proud I am able to do this not just because it means I'm doing what I'm told but because it's a way of showing Him how much He mans in my life.
When W/we speak on Skype though, and I know He is watching me (even though Master chooses not to tun on His camera), then He allows me to dip my hand into my panties and play with myself.
That positive reinforcement between meetings with my Master and sexual pleasure is very powerful at many levels.
At a purely physical level the association is fairly clear, but I also like the psychological dimension - the idea that I only get pleasure when He gets pleasure (from watching me).
It's so helpful in weaning me away from my old fake life in which I thought only of my own pleasures and accepting my new slave life where my pleasures count for nothing. Only Master matters.
BlkSadist4slave THE COCK SUCKERS CODE
I WILL SWALLOW, unless otherwise instructed. A man's cum deserves as much respect as the man himself. Swallowing reinforces the bond between man and cocksucker.
I WILL DEEPTHROAT to the best of my ability, regardless of whether I gag. A well-rounded cocksucker must master the use of his lips, tongue AND throat to maximize a man's pleasure.
I WILL NOT USE MY HANDS unless instructed. My mouth is one of my sexual organ.
I WILL NOT TOUCH MYSELF when sucking a man's Cock. His pleasure is my own. To suggest otherwise is deeply disrespectful.
I WILL NOT EXPECT RECIPROCATION--ever.
I WILL MAKE MYSELF AVAILABLE, and service on his terms. A man should never have to jerk himself off when a cocksucker could do the job instead.
I WILL CONTINUE TO SERVICE for as long as a man deems appropriate, whether minutes or hours, without complaint.
I WILL ALWAYS say Thank You Sir for the privilege of allowing me to suck Your cock and eat out your clean or dirty ass hole, and thank You for Your cum or any other fluid.
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MistressHowl A Click of theWheel and a new Cycle Begins, with sudden surprising promise and potential😳 Muses, Inspiration, and the awakening of things too long dormant. Huzzah!!❣️but tbh still feral wary .... and a bit gobsmacked😆yay?
Oak Moon Mother smiles down in all Her Glory, bathing me in Comfort and helping purge what no longer serves. And at Her heel is Yule, fulfilling the promise of Rebirth/Renewal .. and with its merry twinkle hints at the path full of new Adventures ahead. )O(
If all goes well, its proof Miracles do happen, and or that Majick Works hahaha
And if it turns out hes not My forever boi... Well...then at least itl'l be fun for awhile .. untl its Not.
Unrelated 12.28 update
Expect? Ive learned not to expect anything from anyone. Hellsbells even vanilla you cant expect common sense minimal manners or basic human decency smmfhHowever I do Appreciate Honesty above all,especially when its Hardest. Also..Consistency over time lol hmmm .. Intelligence, Curiosity, selfawareness, motivation and discipline that come from within, Loyalty Honor Devotion Integrity Empathy Passion, a great twisted sense of humor, and Wit which is not the same thing ..an exploring adventurous nature, talented hands and mouthAll great assets, but .. shrugs and smilesIm multifaceted and multidimensional, Adept and adaptableand tbh am only rigidly unflexible about particular Unacceptable tones, attitudes, behaviors, mindsets
Lkn4nxxruit
11/07/2024
Take Notice
I will be unavailable until further notice.
The noted positions have not been filled ...
For those that meet preferences and follow direction
I may or may not be checking in periodically.
TulipGrace Time to clarify a few things, I guess. I wrote something to help clarify an age bracket I am interested in and why… but I guess on a sit like this I need to narrow it down a little further.
IF you were born with two X chromosomes, i.e. what the human race once called female… I have zero interest in dating you. If you live your life proud of those two X chromosomes we can be good friends!
IF you were born with one X and one Y chromosome, i.e. what the human race once called male…
AND you live your life proudly as a fully blooded man,
AND you are local,
AND you are not married,
OR living with someone,
OR have a LTR significant other,
AND you are gainfully employed (or independently wealthy and thus not needing employment)
AND you have a residence (your mothers basement and brothers-in-laws garage do not count)
AND you have transportation (Public electric scooters do not count)
AND you like to chant Let’s Go BRANDON!…
THEN, you have made it through the initial screening process and we can start chatting…
IF you have rainbows for anything other than the promise of God on your profile… you should probably not contact me.
IF you like to wag your hand when you talk for reasons other than being Italian, you should probably not contact me.
IF you have to practice speaking in high pitches, you should probably not contact me.
IF you have to decide between apples and socks in your bra, you should probably not contact me (Unless the cause is cancer related)
IF you need a tuck it bathing suit, you should probably not contact me.
IF you have two XX chromosomes and look like a cancer patient for no reason, you should probably not contact me.
IF you have a Y Chromosome and wear makeup and are not an actor or news anchor, you should probably not contact me.
IF you are a bottom, realize you can contact me, but it will be friends only. (Same for most switches)
IF you are far away, it is pretty pointless to contact me.
I can keep going but I am getting bored and if this doesn’t get the point across I don’t’ know what will.
Oh and if you want to friend me… I am flattered… but maybe try speaking to me? I am not a check mark to tally up on your friends list, actually make a friend of me. Like a box pops up and asks you, do you know this person, are they a friend, and you click yes, and you haven’t read my profile, or spoken to me… and I am supposed to agree, and say, oh yeah, that imbecile is my buddy! Yeah, nope. I only bite if you like it…
LadyOcean73 The Standard of Respect
I have been active in this lifestyle for a long time; I am not new, and I am certainly not naive. I have put significant effort into my profile and journals because I value transparency. I expect the same in return.
No Instant Demands: Do not lead with demands for pictures or "bowing down."
Reciprocity: If your profile is empty, do not expect me to do the heavy lifting. I want to know who you are, just as I have shared who I am.
Hard Boundaries: I am not looking for degradation, humiliation, or to be treated as a "doormat." I know my worth. I am an SSBBW and I am comfortable in my skin; if that is not your preference, please move along without comment. Also to be upfront hard limts t giving oral and giving rimming are hard limits.
The Dynamic: Polyandry (One Female, Multiple Males)
I am seeking a committed, long-term Polyandrous dynamic. I am specifically looking for a life-long connection with more than one man.
Why Polyandry? I have a high drive and a vast amount of love to give. I’ve found that one partner often cannot meet all my needs, and I refuse to be left alone or feel neglected.
No MFF/FMF: I have explored these dynamics in the past and found them to be unfair. I am not interested in being the "added" female to an existing couple.
The Vision: I envision a household where we are all connected. I am particularly interested in bisexual men, as I believe this fosters a deeper bond between all members of the family, ensuring no one is ever "the odd man out."
Commitment & Independence
Financial Autonomy: I intend to work. I have been financially dependent on men in the past and felt trapped; I will not repeat that mistake. I am a partner, not a dependent.
The "Family" Bond: While not legally married, I am looking for that level of emotional and spiritual commitment. I value structure—such as rotating schedules to ensure everyone gets 1-on-1 bonding time as well as group time.
Real Life Only: I am not here for "cybering," "hookups," or digital-only fantasies. I am looking for a real-world, long-term family structure.
Final Thoughts
I realize what I am asking for is rare. I am not "young," and I am not interested in settling. I would much rather be alone than be unhappy or disrespected. If you are a mature, respectful man who understands the depth of a polyandrous commitment, I welcome a thoughtful introduction.
Seeker842 rate this scenario was I to hard ..to soft ..or just right on the girl
Here is the scenario that could take place.
I arrive knock on the door. you open the door. Wearing only a robe open in the front, just as I requested. Upon entering I look you up and down, and smile with admiration. you lower your eyes to the ground, then walk to the corner behind the door and stand there facing the wall as I had ordered the girl to do. I stand behind you, reach around and cup your breasts and squeeze them in my hand. I squeeze them harder I feel a moan escape lips. I drop one of my hands down between your legs and feel that your moist, but I do not insert a finger. I grab your hair by your neck and turn you around a face me. I say "hello, the SAFE WORD IS RED" do you understand what the safe word is for? You nod that you do. upon hearing this I give your nipples are hard pinch, then I raise my hand and slap each tit once. You you jumped at the surprise. I watch as the red sets in...... "From now in I expect you to fulfill my request, even if I say you have the option oh saying No. Yes you do have the option to say no, but does not mean I will stop right away..but I will stop ... do you understand, you know why this is happening?" You nod yes.. "I want to hear you acknowledge that you understand " "yes Sir I understand Sir" you reply meekly I step back behind you and I raise my belt and it lands with a smack on you sexy ass. "count them for me" I order you You count "one" The second lands a little harder You count 2 The third lands harder You count 3 On the fourth I hear you inhale, You hesitate then I hear 4 the fifth to the tenth are the same intensity as the fifth. I pause to admire the red setting in to you cheeks. Your doing good I say to you. "We are half way done, unless you pull away or use your hands to shield you pretty red ass" I tell you I pause to admire the red setting in to you cheeks. Do you understand? I ask you you reply nervously "Yes Sir, I understand" upon hearing this I swing my belt harder than the first 10 had been. Your raise on your toes but hang on to the table. "11" I strike again just as hard, you g "12" "your doing good" I tell you,as I run my hand softly over your cheeks and feel the warmth "spread your legs and hold very still. " I tell you sternly you spread your legs. I feel you open wider as your feel my fingers pushing past your wet pussy. a moan escapes your lips as my finger makes contact your clit. I run my fingers down your clit and insert the tips into your wet open willing cunt. I hear you take a deep breath. I withdraw my fingers and run them down and them up to your ass. I rub your pussy juices on the outside of your asshole. you tense up, "relax" I say then I step back, and without warning I surprise you with the 13th swat you jump, almost letting almost pulling away "Don't" I warn "count" I tell you I deliver the last few swiftly "20" you say with relief I tell you keep your eyes on the floor and bring me a glass of water to drink you go bring me the water. I walk over to a chair and sit down. come let me see the wonderful red ass of yours my girl you do as told, I run my hand softly over it, being very gentle Now sit by my side on the .....
Bikinisub The Throne Room
Our friends were meeting us at the dungeon. We tried this scene at home and we ended up pulling out the ceiling chains from the rafters. The set up was for suspension not stretching. So we planned on doing this stretching scene in the throne room at the dungeon.
That was the plan.
The set up was simple. I was going to be in the middle and our friends were going to be on each side of me. My wrists were attached to chains that went to the ceiling and the excess chain hanged down on each side of me so that our friends could pull them.
The dominant watched from the throne placed in n front of me. She would give the order and the chains would be pulled and I would be lifted onto the air with my arms pulled wide.
That was the plan.
For this scene I didn't have much to do. All I had to do was strip down to my string bikini bottoms and attach chains to my suspension cuffs. My arms were spread wide as I waited for the order.
"Stretch her!"
The husband and wife on either side of me started pulling the chains. But they struggled. By flexing my biceps I was able to fight the chains. Two more friends who were watching joined in. Now there were two people on each side of me pulling the chains. By flexing my biceps I was still able to fight the chains.
Two more people joined in. I now had six people trying to pull me apart. I was now on my tiptoes as my arms were being pulled wide and I was being stretched. Two more people joined in. I now had eight people, four on each side, pulling the chains that were now stretching me.
I was now lifted off the floor with my arms tightly stretched by the chains. I let out a long moan of pain as I was being pulled apart. My torturers looked up at my torture stretched body and waited for the order
"Enough!"
They let go of the chains and I dropped to the floor. Spent.
norespectrequire Profile needs an update.
Before I delve into the kinks that arouse me, let me first say that the primary thing I am seeking is a FLR of the highest degree.
I am quit sensitive to people's moods, while not always aware of what may be the underlying causes. This has been torture for me.
I find that much of this arises out of the struggle between two people to have their needs and wants met by the other. As such I would much prefer a relationship with a woman who can assume the responsibilities of a total power exchange. Someone who will provide a Ds structure that is safe and productive. Someone who is quick to punish and forgive to fulfill her needs and wants. I feel this eliminates the wasted time on energy spent on fighting.
I am happiest when she is pleased. I also tend to become uncomfortable when there is a dynamic of reciprocation or tit for tat. It seems to place a responsibility upon me that I do not want. As such I am not seeking fairness. That is not to say that I do not appreciate attention when she is so inspired.
As far as kink is concerned there are a few things that I think I couldn't live without. Regular and frequent spankings is one.
Orgasm iniquity is another kink that is the source of every fantasy I get off to when I masturbate, which is a strange dissonance. But I have not been able to shake it for decades and it just becomes more prominent. Many of my fantasies related to chastity drift into areas that are profoundly frightening to me. As such I would greatly appreciate an accepting Domme who may exploit those fantasies, but do so in lets say a more maternal and understanding way. Although not explicity a femdom relationship, I had a girlfriend in my 20s, where it was understood that when we were intimate I could focus solely on her orgasm without concern for my own. In retrospect it helped to alieve performance anxiety. However, I would still masturbate in private, which I have found comes with a subby refactory period. It can be as short as a half hour or as long as a day. This refactory period would be an issue in a power exchange relationship. For pragmatic reasons my orgasms should be, at a minimum, completely directed by my owner. It is a deep desire of mine to be my Ma'ams desperate and constantly horny slutty boy toy, used at whim. As such I am still working up to the acceptance that a day may come when I may never be allowed another pleasurable orgasm. With all that said I have yet to find a decent chastity device that would be suitable for long term wear, especially unsupervised. Part of this may be a psychological block. It just doesn't feel right to start a journey exploring chastity without a directrix who is taking it with me. There are several firsts in there that cannot be experienced a second time. The measuring, fitting, and selection should be a ritual that bonds, in my opinion. It is also likely that I am too much of a grower not a shower that while they are difficult to get on, they end up slipping off. The best solution I have found for this is a Prince Albert piercing. But that again is an event that can only be experiened once.
Other than that you may wish to know that I am a competent handman and computer expert with a master degree in mechanical and aerospace engineering. I can follow a recipe and enjoy providing domestic service and pampering.
I am presently seeking a remote work position, that would make it easier to travel and relocate.
commited12u Being a submissive means being:
Honest
Obedient
subservient
Courteous
Respectful
Committed
Disciplined
Accepting
Willingness
Mindful
Humility
Eager
An Asset
Being Challenged
More than a sex object
Willing to present: Mind
Body
Spirit
Soul
Self
pizzapuppiescows 6:00 me: Should I take a nap? It's kinda late. Maybe I should just power through...
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6:03 me: Okay, a quick nap. The puppy will wake me up.
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...
And she did. At 9:00. So that is why I baked a cake and cleaned the kitchen at midnight.
She woke me barking like mad at the noise outside. She is the nosiest of neighbors. I even bought her an ottoman and set it near the window, though in truth it's also for my benefit so she'll stop ruining the pillows on the chair she has claimed as her lookout spot. Does she use the ottoman? Of course not.
It's now after 1. I'm awake. I need to be up in five hours, bribe her to eat, pack, not forget the stuff in the fridge, and get on the road. Chances of me being on time? Place your bets.
Authoritat Farewell to Autumn - Witkiewicz
He penetrated more and more violently the mouth, which now only gave way little by little to the pressure of his lips, his teeth and his tongue. It opened completely, transforming itself into a wet swamp and burning with incredible sensuality, it took gigantic dimensions, it was the only thing really existing. Hela's tongue slipped like a flame out of that slimy, mollucoid mass, touched her lips and tongue, and began to suck, irritating her mouth madly... The pleasure, which flowed through her whole body, seemed already peaking, and despite that it intensified more and more, becoming of an intolerable force, which bordered on pain. The contact of this tongue which seemed conscious of his actions, he felt it everywhere in the spine, in the kidneys, and there, where billions of beings conceived in him rushed towards life, without paying the least attention nor to his great love, neither to the meaning of his existence, nor to any metaphysics. In the darkness of the body, in the swollen glands, at the complicated crossroads of the nervous pathways, everything pressed with elementary force towards a single goal: the only reward of the duped mind was an inhuman pleasure which destroyed it, giving it loneliness. unconsciousness of the moment.
MissDAR For those that simply ask " How are you ? " . you don't have to ask . I'll tell you here before you ask. I'm doing ok. If you simply write and just say Hi. Then I'm here saying Hi back.
Why is that ? So I don't feel the need to small chat with someone. That is not my purpose of being on this site. I AM NOT lonely and looking for a chat buddy. Honestly I am not. Now if your deeply into alternative medicine , an advid gardner, a highly spiritual being then I might be intested in " chatting " with you.
But my guess is 99.99 % of people that read this is not into those things.
That being said I am looking for someone no matter what your age/looks/ education or lack of, is . That doesn't not matter to me in the least. What matters is are you someone I would consider in owning in real time ? If you think you are then write and let me know... in DETAIL. It is an extreme blessing that I don't waste my time on time wasters.
Byrdie After discussing my challenges with dating or even befriending certain types of people, my friend wants to come up a snappy phrase for me to use that translates into, "Yes, but your complete list of Issues Has to Fit in Large Print on an Index Card or It’s Too Much for Me.”
That's much pithier than what I originally said, so ... progress!
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LexiBloodMoon I find it tether offensive that too few people have actually read my profile. I mean I put forth the effort to not only share a bit of myself and what I am looking for but wrote it out rather clearly.
i mean if you can not respect me or at least pretend to give a fuck long enough to read it, why the hellshould I believe you would respect me. If I can’t trust you with the smallest of things like reading my profile, then what the hell makes you think I would trust you to care in a session, date, whatever?
i put things in my profile to help YOU understand me and what I am looking for, as well as what I can offer. Furthermore I am not going to tell you read it. I shouldn’t need to. BUT, I do know if you have read it or not. How do I know? Maybe you should have read the thing in the first place.
As I am on my soapbox at the moment, to all the people who send a one line, or worse one word greeting message, listen up. That may work at a bar or speed dating, button here a lot more is needed. I know you want to do the least amount of actual effort you can but you get out what you put in. If you can’t even try to make a nice and prober introduction, I can only assume you equally lazy with everything else and not worth my time.
just something to think about
MorghanXX Who am I?
When I was in kindergarten, I got my very first parent-teacher meeting because I convinced a nice little boy (Timmy, Tommy, something like that) to climb into the toy cabinet. He complied (what joy!), and I then proceeded to tie the door handles together with a shoelace. Silly me, I didn't know basic rope safety back then. I didn't have safety shears, and when I could not untie my knots, little Timmy/Tommy got rather upset. It was then that a teacher had to come rescue him, and the poor Catholic School teachers realized that they'd better get on the horn to Mom and Dad, pronto. Looking at me, they must have thought "this kid was going to be A Problem."
True enough, I read ahead of the class, ignored instructions in favor off more efficient methodologies, and continued to be large and in charge over the years.
I'd say it's been all downhill from there, but I've rather enjoyed the ride!
MasterofEcstasy I stand before you. A Master Hypnotist trained in the ways of seduction and coercion. The collar that enslaves you still wreathes your lovely neck you can feel it, but how it has become invisible is unclear. You sense my hunger and begin to unbutton your blouse while unrestrained, addictive pleasure courses through your mind and body. Your blouse slips silently to the floor as you begin to remove your brazier and it suffers the same fate. Hoping desperately that your Master is pleased, you help your skirt slide down your legs to join the rest of you clothing. I stand close, forcing your gaze to meet mine, extinguishing the last of your free will. I fondle your breasts then the curve of your waist. I run my hand slowly up your spine and pull you close. You shudder and and struggle to remove your panties. Now as you stand before your Master, unadorned, a tidal wave of arousal washes through you but you there is no release in sight.
I motion and you sink slowly to the floor, fully naked, legs folded beneath you. Looking up at your Master, enraptured, doe eyed, staring longingly into my face, you place your hands on your thighs just the way you know that you should and feel the magic of my will and words bind you firmly into that position. I touch your lower lip with my thumb and slowly open your mouth. I slip my fingers every so carefully around the lips that will soon caress my cock. You feel yourself growing wetter, wetter everywhere as your desire for me grows but still you are not allowed to cum.
I touch your cheek, the lobe of your ear, slide my hand past your supple shoulder and as I reach down and let my finger encircle your left nipple my hard cock brushes your cheek and you are set aflame by passion as I command you cum. Explosions of rapture seize your body and you are racked in orgasm. Cum now! Harder! Cum for your Master! Harder! I slip my stiff cock into your mouth and as you close your soft lips around it another wave of frenzied pleasure rips through your body. Heaving in orgasm you suck and you lick frantically trying to make me climax. Finally, you taste the saltiness of me, feel the warmth on the back of your throat as I cum into your mouth. Greedily you swallow my gift as the next wave of indescribable pleasure tears through your body setting every nerve, every cell aflame.
I leave you burning as I slowly extract my member. Your mouth hangs open wide, not knowing what else to do. You still can't move as the last bit of my germ drips from the corner of your mouth onto your nipple. I look down at my perfect slave and tell you to relax, sleep now and you collapse wearily to the floor spent, happy to the core of your soul that you pleased your Master this time.
I pick you up, take you to bed. I gently kiss your lips, the small of your throat, a nipple, naval, your clit. I circle about you. Open your trembling legs. Run my hands down the velvety, warm flesh of your inner thighs as phase two of your training begins.
PapaBare New Kink Unlocked!
She told me on the phone...
You invite me in and walk me back to your bedroom. You order me to strip and to get on the bed in a doggy position. You are still clothed and slide a blindfold over my eyes. I can hear the shuffle of clothes as you disrobe and feel your weight shift on the bed behind me. Your fingers slide between my legs and can feel how wet the anticipation has made me. And then I gasp as you slide the length of your cock into my pussy, feeling your size for the first time. It has been quite a while since I was last with anyone and you are surprised by how tight I am. You grab my hips and begin fucking me from behind. You tell me that I am just a dirty cum dump and that my only job to take the fucking you feel like giving me. Your rhythm quickens and I can feel you filling me with your cum.
But you don't pull out, and I feel your hands spreading my ass cheeks apart. You feel my pussy twitch as you rub my asshole with your thumb. You tell me another part of being your dirty cum dump is to take your cock in every hole. You tell me that you are going to fuck me in the ass and that I'm going to take your load there as well. You squeeze some lube on me and begin working in your finger to prep the hole. You ask me where your cock is going and I tell you "my ass sir."
You "And why is it going into your ass?"
Me "Because I'm your cum dump and my job is to take you cock in any hole you choose." Your cock has gotten hard again inside me and your fingers have lubed up my hole. You pull your cock out and I then feel your head pressing against my asshole. You lean your weight forward and over me, whispering in my ear to relax and take it as you slowly slide your full length into me. I feel so full and the size of you initially feels impossibly large. You give me a couple second to adjust to your size before you start a slow, gentle rhythm. You feel feel my body accept your and tell me "I'm going to fuck you faster now," and I feel a spike of nervousness as I already feel pushed to my limit of intensity. You are fucking me a bit harder and tell me that I'm doing a good job taking your cock so you are going to give me an orgasm. One hand reaches below me and starts playing with my clit... palm pressing perfecrly. The other hand reaches around and finds a nipple to pinch and squeeze. Your touch sends me over the edge, forcing me to cum hard on your cock. You cum as well, my orgasm essentially milking your load from your cock. You tell me I was a good cum dump and did my job well. I love it when you praise me for being a good toy. You roll me to my side and your mouth finds my tit as you finger me again with your fingers. You have me keep the blindfold on as we cuddle for a bit. Then I clean you and get ready for bed... wanting to sleep in your arms... but also thinking, worrying? wishing? you will take me in the middle of the night.
BellaRoseBunny 6 Minths Post
6 months post break up.
Post world upside down
post everything.
The what if is strong for some reason
If I'd come home early and just started packing, said i know you've been cheating, I'm done.
If I'd stopped fighting sooner.
If If If
All of them don't matter, it's done now.
I am sorry I put you to the side
I'm sorry your drinking got so badI'm sorry we lost us.I'm sorry I wasn't enough.
jenjen4712 pet store (1/3)
you lead me into the pet store quietly, just smiling to yourself when i shiver from the cool air on my already wet pussy. you hold my hand as we walk through the store, but move to stand behind me when we get to the collars and leashes. you place your hands possessively on my hips and pull me back against you, enjoying the view down my top as my breathing speeds up. "it's time, baby," you whisper into my ear. "what kind of collar do you want?"
i hadn't thought about helping you choose my collar. i had half expected to wake up one morning to find it around my throat, if i was being honest, and i was overwhelmed by the choices.
i shake my head, and you feel the moment my trembling shifts from arousal to panic. you pull me closer and kiss the side of my throat. "you're not choosing," you remind me. "you're helping me, but this is not up to you." your voice is sterner now and i sink into it, letting you steady me. "clear?"
"yes sir."
you kiss me on the throat again, in a spot i know will soon be covered up by your collar, and i moan softly.
"good girl," you murmur before letting me go.
i watch you walk up the aisle before moving to the collection of leather collars. i lose track of you while i look through the rows of collars, touching the cool leather, feeling how supple or stiff they are, shaking them to see how much noise they make and how heavy they are.
i turn back to you as you walk back down the aisle toward me. you pick up one of the training collars, a metal one with spikes on the inside, and hold it up, jangling it to make sure you have my attention. my breathing speeds up again and you laugh a little when i squeeze my thighs together and reach out to the wall of collars to steady myself, but you put it back on its shelf. "maybe next time," you tell me, and finish walking back to me.
you reach out to touch the collar i was looking at with one hand, and the other slips under my skirt, trailing up and down the slickness coating my inner thighs. you trace those wet fingers over my lips and i greedily suck them into my mouth, moaning a little at the taste of us. you start to pull your hand away but i hold onto it, making sure i haven't missed anything and rocking my hips in time to my sucking.
you laugh at my whine when you finally remove your fingers from my mouth. "such a desperate little thing you are, babe." you move to stand behind me, trapping me between your body and the wall of collars. "this one?" i don't know how your voice is completely steady, considering you have one hand under my skirt again and i can feel you getting hard.
when you first brush against my pussy lips, i look around, making sure we're alone. "eyes ahead," you tell me, your fingers stroking up and down my wet cunt. "tell me why this one."
"it's pretty. i like--" i stop, ging when your fingers find my clit. a light pinch from you brings me back. "i like that it looks delicate, light pink with little gold hearts." i'm trying to grind against your fingers now, but you keep them far enough away that i can't get any relief.
"and?"
i can't help the whine that escapes me when you slip two fingers inside me. i rock against your fingers as i continue. "i like the matching bracelet. i can wear that whenever i can't wear the actual collar. so i'm always collared. always yours." i barely squeeze it out before you're pulling your hand out from under my skirt and i whine louder.
you step back and watch me as you bring your fingers to your mouth. i'm still braced against the wall, eyes closed, hips rocking against nothing. there's a trail of pussy juice dripping down my legs and i can't hold back all the little moans and whimpers. "look at you, my pathetic, wanton slut. we haven't even looked at leashes yet."
SadisticPig1 Superior
Integrity
Honest
Protective
Dominant
Sadistic
Arrogant
Corrective
Controlling
Intense
Sarcastic
Creative
Raunchy
Deviant
Step up correct or do not step up at all.
Elorin I'm an open book! Ask me anything!
It seems on the surface to be a very friendly declaration. Maybe you think "Wow, anything!? How brave!" And perhaps they are being brave and truly would answer any question put to them. But my experience is different.
When someone says "ask me anything," their contribution to getting to know each other frequently stops there except for answering direct questions asked of them. There is frequently no sharing of "more" or stories of "Oh, when that happened to me..." Instead the only things I learn are the things I ask directly. Which shifts the emotional burden of getting to know each other from "US" to "ME." And later on, if I didnt know something, the blame shifts to me for not having the forethought to ask, rather than it being on them for not volunteering relevant information, or better yet shared blame for not getting to know each other better before XYZ.
My first marriage was to a man that I believe was and still is a compulsive liar. And one thing he did that was excruciating to me was NEVER volunteer information. It was a method of CYA (Cover Your Ass) so that if he had to cover something up, the less that was known the fewer things he had to cover or sweep under the rug. Trying to get information out of him was like pulling teeth.
So I admit, when I see "I'm an open book!" I have a knee jerk reaction, but it is not solely based on the experience with my ex-husband. I have dealt with more than a handful of people with that mantra both online and off over the years and for the most part, they have similar traits. No volunteering information, only answer if asked, no sharing about experiences spontaneously, and only share as much information as necessary to cover the question.
My advice (unsolicited, worth what you pay for it) if you use one of these phrases and you are sincerely trying to be open and brave, is this:
1.) Find another way to word it. Saying you are an open book triggers a knee jerk reaction in more people than just me.
2.) Take the time to realize what you would like to know about a potential partner in early getting to know each other stages
3.) Be prepared to offer the same information about yourself without waiting to be asked each specific piece of information before you share it.
What this may look like: Hi I'm Elorin. "Hi, I'm Jim. Can you tell me a little about yourself?" Well, you found me on FetLife so you know I'm kinky. I've been into kink for over 20 years, I consider myself a Dominant Sadistic leaning switch and I like canes.
You don't have to tell everything at one question. But you don't have to make them dig for pieces of information, either. I didn't volunteer information about my relationship status, the number of pets I have, or my sexual orientation. You can give that information as it comes up. But don't be of the mindset that you need to hoard your information anymore than that each question needs a two page info dump. Pace yourself, be open, and share equal and similar information to what someone shares with you.
My $0.02
~Me
sommisandry Nothing has really been right. Though realistic to know that can't provide. Hence would only really fit into relationships that are LTR resulting in ownership or some kind. Its like men who get married that stay home as the so called house husbands. Not really a person who likes to travel. Female Led Relationships are even in the Manga that will cover or gravitate towards. Around 2K thought things might work out with Miss Kriss. Though she lapsed into cocaine problem again causint schisms or issues. Really it was wanting to pierce or hang from hooks or things that don't really work with somebody having Anemia.
Finding somebody whose interests are realistic is probably best. Really the type of person who will gravitate towards whta the other person is into. Feet was something that noticed at an early age where would not be into Heels or Boots or Stockings in the least. Though as got older Shoes or Boots especially certain types could be interesting if somebody is into that. So can't really enjoy anything unless the other person is. Its like feed on that energy. Not into anything related to food or feeces hehe. Puking or Piercing among other things I probably listed in the profile.
Really don't think things will work out for me or most in life. Those who have wealth really are who should be owning people instead of finding somebody to provide. As its a clear difference in class or standing. Glad they least brought back journlas.
Wish LittleReaper would give me another chance to speak to again. Things were pretty complicated was having issues with medication reaction and phone ;).
MistressWhipplash No poetry from me today as I am looking forward to seeing Pretty Wreckless and ACDC tomorrow at Wembley!!!
On a different subject those who apply to me who drive don't continue chatting. I have no intention of doing online sexting and expect ordinary topic style conversation which appears to beyond those submissive guys who message me 🤔 Okay they are not compatible so I move on.
Though I wonder why they bother at all if they don't wish to make an effort to chat here. Of course establishing his intent is key. Most hold back on that using "boy speak" thinking creepy words which sound simpy will suffice= No. Honesty is key and attending the Munch I mention ASAP is the first step.
Want to voice talk with me = it will be voice on Skype no you will not get my mobile number. No I am not interested until your location is near me. "Oh I will move for you" is declined/blocked.
Reading other journals I see plenty of Dominant Women going through a similar problem. A guy who thinks he is interested and fits key points she seeks = submissive by his intent to please her and is ready to do stuff to show that. Like attending a munch as an adult and being a pleasant social adult. Why is being a social adult past his remit of what he can offer= his intent is to be an online wanker. That's blocked by me.
Then I read one guy's journal about Dominant Women putting him, a round peg, into all sorts of bizarre shaped holes. Not reinventing the wheel here. Compatibility is first = outside of play and kink BEFORE play, kink and sex occur.
Those fuckbois are a hard limit =oh fuck my ass"= that's anal sex. So they want a Kink dispenser ONLY=hard limit for me.
Poof their gone. No problem my whips, rope, floggers and amusements will go on another. A whole adult strong submissive man intent on pleasing me, and accepting I am poly and being a grown up about it.
Byrdie Be local, because I want to touch you
I get that there’s a desire for online play, and that a lot of people are into it. That’s fine. People want what they want, and there’s nothing wrong with that: it’s how they go about getting it that’s the issue.
I specifically request that my potential suitors be local because I’m not interested in online relationships. I want to meet you, get coffee or something, go for a walk, see your expressions while I hear your voice, evaluate your demeanor, feel if there’s any spark between us. If that spark exists, I want to touch you. I can’t do that online.
Appreciation from afar is okay - I suppose, but unless you’re local or at least have already booked a visit to Seattle, I’m not interested. Visiting the Seattle for business or pleasure? Great. Hinting that it might happen if I give you enough online attention first? Nope.
There are people here who are looking for online relationships. Feel free to talk to them, as they’re who you’re looking for. If that’s what you’re interested in, you’re not looking for me.
CosmicCunt I detest the world of text and email is little better. How do we get to know one another? Talking by phone is good, sharing space is better. Nothing replaces breathing like air.
I'm here seeking now and am looking to install a slave in reasonably short order. I've no intention of playing with ya'll for months on end. We talk, we meet, we do.
While different aspects are new, unclear, or undefined, this is not an impossible ask.
This relating we do touches on our core and when we text and email, we are agreeing to open ourselves to misinterpretation. We have lives going on, usually complex and not meeting our inner needs, we are over tired, sick or caring for others. We dont have the luxury of seeing one another at work or at the pub to work things through. We need to listen and give the benefit of the doubt until or unless discussions implode.
Have you ever heard that the more ingredients in a food, the worse it is for your body? Bingo! The more division we put between us and our get to know, the harder that climb and claiming is going to be because their is more opportunity for misunderstanding.
HighCaliberDom People are fascinating. We are a true mix of talents, experiences, complexities, desires, strengths, weaknesses and hope.
Relationships are a balancing act of attraction, relation, commonality, goals and ideals. Kink adds an extra layer of intricacy.
I see a dichotomy in many profiles on here: the desire to be seen alongside a desire to be enveloped in a new lifestyle.
MadameTessaH Too many people say they want an FLR when what they really mean is, “I have a fantasy I want you to perform for me.”
A Female-Led Relationship is not a shortcut to kink. It is not instant authority, automatic discipline, or a woman becoming your personal manager because the idea excites you.
This week’s blog post breaks down the common mistakes people make when asking for an FLR — from leading with fantasy, ignoring her needs, rushing authority, confusing service with performance, and expecting rules without accountability.
If you want a woman to lead, begin with respect. Then prove you can listen.
Read the full post: https://www.tlduncan.com/post/common-mistakes-people-make-when-asking-for-an-flr
torturedfacepillow 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).
Anjunajune Struggles of a Sapiosexual/Demisexual in a Hyper-Sexual WorldAs I have matured thru the years, it's now clear that without finding someone mentally, and emotionally attractive, it all just feels somehow incomplete. Without some connection to a real person with a genuine personality, they can be pretty and sexy, but . . . It really doesn't do it for me.And here in lies the problem.In today's hyper-sexual, transactional and instant-gratification society, how does someone like me, take the time to connect with another before the tug of physical exceptions frustrate the individual and kill the tempo.Yeah, I know. Its easy to say, I'm just not finding the right people who are also Sapiosexual/Demisexual, but we all know everyone is comprised of shades of grey and even those who lean in that direction feel the pressure of the "quick-fix".Not sure what to actually do about it, other than to continue to be clear up front about who I am, what my needs are during the "approach" and look harder for alignment with the individuals I talk with.But it is still frustrating.
subbieforyouM I moved to NH around a year and half ago. I grew up here but lived in the Pacific NW for 30 years. I returned to be a caregiver for my mother after my father died in 2020. When I first returened I put some effort into finding a Dominant Women to serve. I was unsuccessful and eventually my commitment made it impossible to continue that search. So for most of the past year I have just lurked here, looking at profiles and contemplating what could be.
I now find myself without commintment and wish to again search for a Dominant to serve. I am free to live where I choose though I have many loose ends here to deal with.
I am looking for an intelligent Dominant who enjoys the mental aspect of control and who is looking for someone who is ready to learn how to be that which they wish. I am healthy, intelligent, creative and in good shape. I am financially secure. I enjoy being service oriented and wish to please my Dominant and make their life easier. I enjoy travel and learning new things. Helping others and being a good first mate to my Captain.
I welcome any correspondence and will also be initiating contact with the profiles I admire and dream about. I hope every one has had a great 2023 so far and who also has not lost hope as to what could be.
Phalanx86 I wouldn't call myself Kinky
The umbrella that kink, bdsm, dom/sub etc have come to represent is rather large at this point. I would say the majority of people on here are kinky/slutty and only vaguely interested in dynamics in which power is exchanged except perhaps as it makes things spicy or facilitates a kink.
Now of course there is so much potential overlap that it can become a rather ry and most likely an unnecessary distinction. I look around it's endless dick pictures, or tit/pussy pictures, it's people throwing dirty sexual thoughts out there, but in a throwaway type, that are put out there for no other reason than they get that quick empty thrill and the vague hope that your next no effort meaningless sexual encounter will find you. I see endless personal ads looking for a "Master to own and train" or one of the 100 variations on that basic thought. No you really aren't, you most likely have not thought through what that really means and if you had you would be starting off much slower. What your really looking for is some hot roleplay, a quick jump into a pretend scene that does absolutely nothing to challenge your identity or ego. Maybe you think you really want that master or slave but chances are you are only thinking about it from that hot sex pov with that fantasy master/slave you have in your head that doesn't exist.
There is nothing wrong with all this though. I begrudge no one the pursuit of what they consider a good time and I definitely do not judge needing an escape from the drudgery most of our lives represent. We only live once.
That said though much of it doesn't really speak to me. I'm not sure I would consider myself kinky even though the array of things I want to do and that fascinate me i
dirtydanny49 Asian Women! Yes, I printed that statement with an exclamation mark. Information about Asian girls is always headline news for me. For my Patty Duke lookalike ex, the headline news was me in the morning with the sheet up like a tent. She didn't read the newspapers much so I had to explain the headlines to her. What is it about Asian girls that men like? The tiny Japanese girls can walk on your back. push their toes into you, massage you. Men can later push something into their masseuse as payback. Japanese lesbian massage porn is also good. Men are excited over good images. There are other tiny Asians with good sexual attributes like Vietnamese and Thai girls. But, the Filipina girls may have it over anyone. They can be short, cute, hot, stunning, friendly and many of them like white men. They have dark hair, dark eyebrows, big lips. That's why white men go down to the Philippines. Filipinos were also on our side in the war. Good for them.
I was downloading some movies from YouTube today for my upcoming camping trip. I came across some interesting YouTube videos about the Philippines. 'Filipina Wife vs American Wife Differences You Never Knew!' screamed the headlines. I like screamers. I married one (ask my ex). Headlines got better when I read 'A Filipina explains why blowjobs are important. It's not gonna suck itself' she said. And 'Every Filipina Has 3 Holes: understanding women in the Philippines-Which Hole Should you Use?', 'Back Door in the Philippines' plus 'Ranking Foreigners by Attractiveness in the Philippines-How Big is your Sausage?' plus 'Dear Foreigner, shorter is better in the Philippines. My reading skills were getting better as the headlines carried on.
But, like some marriages, headlines can let down an already 'ready' white man looking for a Filipina girl. 'The Older Single Filipina Trap: 7 Women You'll Encounter in the Philippines (DANGER)', 'Going To Jail for Dumping Your Filipina GF' implies some possible pending letdown. 'Exposing the LIES of Living in the Philippines', '59 Million Women in the Philippines and You Still Can't Find One as a Foreigner — Here's Why', 'The "Sister" Trap: A Cautionary Tale of Retiring in the Philippines' (Too bad. I like little sisters), 'I Moved to the Philippines with $127,000. 3 Years Later I Was Broke & Begging in Manila Airport' and there was the advice 'Filipinas - Vietnamese - Thai...I've lived with all 3 and the differences are HUGE!'
There is a truth to the reality of marriages and off shore dating and relationships. I had my chance at dating/marrying a cute, skinny, petite, educated Filipina (degree in Agriculture). She worked at McDonalds in Saskatchewan. Asian girls are a pleasant, hardy and hard-working grade of female and are also 'dream-generators'. I'd take my chances with one, especially if she had those hot, big lips and was good at sucking.
KneelAndCry There’s a certain elegance in control. Not the loud, brash kind — but the quiet certainty of knowing someone’s will is bending under your hand, moment by moment.
I don’t rush the process. Breaking someone isn’t about snapping them in half; it’s about unravelling them thread by thread. Watching pride give way to obedience, seeing the way humiliation transforms from resistance into desire — that’s the real artistry.
I’m not in this for a scene or a fleeting rush. I want the slow burn, the kind that seeps into everyday life until submission isn’t something you do, it’s something you are.
If you’ve ever felt that pull — the need to be seen, stripped bare, and claimed — you already know the beginning of the story. The question is: do you know how far you want it to go?
shatteredKajira In answer to an email of a Sir - perhaps others may find more of me too?
Sir,
I cannot limit myself to a list of check-off boxes, but I detest age play, cnc is something to be careful with and my nipples are simply pain 98%of the time. Water works in themselves aren't appealing to me, but being a slave, I've had bathroom privileges controlled, well, anything in life controlled, to varying levels. I'll obey, but telling me if I can piss or not will not arose me in the least. I'm pretty sure I outgrew roleplay at least a decade ago, but perhaps that wasn't just from a heavy kink community, but young kids.
I think I would be a real pressure on you, kink wise, as honestly, your list is very soft for me. I'm into REAL. I don't do structured scenes unless we're required to, I live my life with a kinky sstreak in all I do. I want a non-stop connection not just to love and laughter, friendship, lust, sex, and more - but to what we are D/s wise. Whether it be subtle like collar or chain, or overt like a controlled regimen or ritualized, it has to flow like the rest does. Not saying it won't ebb and flow, but like the ocean, it doesn't stop.
I need a man who's in the more aggressive and assertive edge. Controlling for his pleasure, but only to the limit of mine. there IS a line between use and abuse; I learned that the hard way. I am a heavy player, as my pictures on fet show. I provide that link very seriously because this website is far too "woke" for who I am. I'm very based, very raw, very tactile and serious. I walk my funny side hand in hand with my serious side and I'm careful of when to laugh or when to stop.
I am very cerebral, very into topics that interest me and I love a rousing argument just as much as I do a relaxed interaction. I get excited over things that others may not connect to other things I like and I slide between topics in a weave of conscious flow that can confuse many people. If you can't juggle 3 or more topics all at once, I'll wear you out intellectually.
Conversely, I'm an extroverted introvert and prefer my days at home, with a watch list of data, news, current events, 2a, political, historical, real crime, true events, etc - or with a book or three at a time.
Right now, medically, I'm pretty fragile, which I detest, but have to admit to. I am kajira, a slave, property such as a dog. I believe chauvinism is how 99% of the world should be and women in power its destroying things faster than men alone ever have. I cannot undo my slavery, no more than excise my brand. I will always see life through the rules of such. That means absolute honesty. I can be careful of how I come across, I can be selective of who and what I answer - unless it's my owner - but to lie by omission is still a lie. I will need help, literally, to get back to the ability to be physically active, in all ways. I don't know if my lungs, or my heart, will ever recover to the point where I will be free of the need for oxygen assistance and cardiac awareness. Right now, living alone (minus teenagers) I have to be careful not to overdo or I end up either collapsed or in the ER... or both. It's scary and mentally... devastating.
I hope this... helps you see deeper into who I am, all around.
Kimberly
Falcone9
Obedience Rituals for a kajira.
A kajira must be obedient and pleasing. She has many ways to assure her master. The obedience rituals provide a striking set of actions that every kajira must master.
First Obedience
The girl presents herself before her master who has commanded first obedience. She kneels before her master with her hands on the floor. Next the kajira rubs her cheeks and hair on her master’s feet.
While attending to her master, the girl must tell her master how much she loves being his slave and how much she loves him. She continues pleasuring her master while pleading that she only wants to be his kajira, his pleasure slave.
When the master signals that she has met his needs she must remain in position for other commands such as Second Obedience.
Second Obedience
The kajira remains kneeling with her hair on her master’s feet. She begins kissing his feet and telling him what sexual favors she will provide. How long and how many desires she uncovers is up to her. She may also plead for sex acts that she needs and wants. The more detailed and complete the better.
The master will let her know when she has fulfilled her duties, usually by being ordered to Nadu position.
myhouseboy In correspondence with a gent, I was inspired to write this. I am posting it here because it will help you understand me.
Q1 - Are you looking for a Unicorn?
Since it has only been a few months since my beloved hubby died, I am NOT seeking My Unicorn at this time. Instead, I seek D/s friends and experiences so that I can enjoy My Dominance.
Q2 - What do you like to do or have done to you?
I'm not going to list specific sexual activities here. You can read my preferred activities in my profile. I put much care into what I have selected there.
I will, however, tell you about Me and My sexuality. I enjoy connected conversation, a gents' scent as we hug and that tingle in My loins as he kisses My hand. I enjoy the angst on his face when I direct him to lift My hair while I put on My jacket. An then, I revel in the public intimacy as he reaches into the warmth at the nape of My neck and lifts My hair.
I'm very oral and tactile. I love kissing, massage and foot worship. I love to be touched and tasted. Yes, he shall tend Me. But more, he shall adore Me. I am possessive of My boys' genitals and ass. CFNM seems a natural way of being and reinforcing status. I am private. My gent and I understand the quality of our time together. But, it's nobody else's business.
LadyD.
slvboi4U2 ABOUT ME:
I am a “Service Oriented” slave. I was born with a slave’s heart and nothing gives me greater pleasure than to Serve. As a slave, I know that BDSM is not about me, but how I may serve you and make your life easier for you. I possess honestly, integrity and ethics and I expect the same from the Dominate as well. I see my future where I will live in a rigid, powerful Female-Led Relationship where the Mistress will make and enforce the Rules of our relationship.
What I Have to Offer:
*I will accept your will and decisions without hesitation or ion. I WILL OBEY!
*I will devote myself to fully pleasing you including doing all of the housework, laundry, shopping, etc. to remove any unwanted tasks from your life (Service Oriented Slave)
*I will accept all forms of discipline and punishment when required to insure I remain focused on obeying your Rules, Commands and Instructions. Obviously, you may also punish me whenever you feel like doing so just for your amusement
Our Relationship:
* You will determine my schedule and how I spend my time in an effort to add quality to your life
*You will decide what I wear and when I wear it to humiliate and control me
* You will benefit from my unique wisdom and areas of expertise as developed over the years. However, the final decision in any matter is yours alone
*Our relationship will be dedicated to a lifestyle, not a form of role-playing (Female Supremacy to male subservience)
*Our relationship will be based on Trust and Compatibility. Such an arrangement like this is not something you just jump into without developing trust with each other
*In its purest form, our relationship will be all about You.
ninjaking13 So i think it's time to make an update on here.
I have COPD and it's bad....like i have 5 months left to live bad....
no need to cry for me, i beleave i lived a good life and did my best with that time i had.
anyways.....thats all for now.....ask if you want to know more
CosmicCunt It is important to know that while I am seeking, finding and sharing, My time is not My own and I can and will only continue to engage those who understand and accept these circumstances for what they are - limited.
I am a full time caregiver. Not part time, not some time, not the times I choose. I have minimal pockets of time, not of My own, when I am able to engage those who wish to be a part of My family and household and life. Once you are here and serving, we are full time engaging and living these moments together.
It's tough. I get it - BELIEVE Me. However it does not change that your position is to make yourself available to Me at MY times of availability. This will not be a hurried process, nor will it be slow, but I am not free to just get up and do the hokey pokey any ole time!
If you wish to be considered, at least have the ability share when I am available and understand that when My charge is unwell, everything goes full stop for about two weeks while I nurse and care for MYSELF and My charge.
Just a little information for those who have no clue about Alzheimer's I've included some information below.
-Any trauma to the head: 1. letter from the IRS or arguement, 2. head cold, COVID, headache, 3. head hit on the corner of the t.v., fall off a bar stool, slip on ice - these are all significant, affect the head, and depending on the intensity and duration of the impact, determines how long it will take to recover.
https://www.alz.org/help-support/resources/care-education-resources
For those who care, Mum had covid and is doing much better. It will be another week or so for full recovery - and yes, I am relatively okay, considering.
A grateful thank you to those men who continue to display great character and worth to Me and in turn, to Mum. There is one who continues to provide strength on the most darkest of days.
COSMlCCUNT 052426
Oy!
Such fragility amongst some members. Not ALL men, but SOME men have been so PAMPERED, so sheltered in this life that they believe ALL WOMEN are there to serve their understandingS and expectationS. I serve God, Me, Mum, and My cat lol You are last on a loooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggg list.
I am NURTURING, KIND and hold HIGH EXPECTATIONS.
You will work to be PHYSICALLY, MENTALLY, SPIRITUALLY 100% available in My presance or you will not be in My life.
If you are interested in serving Me, we will need to get to know one another through speaking by phone.
I am available SUNDAY THROUGH THURSDAY AFTER 6PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME AND THROUGH BLOCKED PHONE, CHAT/MEET OR TEAMS, and WITH ADVANCE NOTICE.
I dont sign in daily and sometimes not for weeks at a time. If we speak once and then dont speak again for several months, WE ARE STARTING OVER.
Keep it real people. Keep it real.
LRF69 What I seek, what I need, is for someone to take me and absolutely crush me...break me down completely, physically, mentally, sexually...push my boundaries. Bend me over, take my ass...fuck me hard. Talk to me, tell me how you're owning me, tell me what you're going to do to me. Call me names.
So often I see BDSM porn where the "slave/sub" is completely into the "torture"..."oh yes, more master/mistress! More!" and that is so far off-base from what I seek. I shouldn't want it. Ideally, you've broken me to the point where I'm doing it to avoid worse punishment. "If you don't do _____, then _____ will happen." I should be dreading it...crying, begging, pleading for my master/mistress to stop. Begging a master not to cum in me or in my mouth. Begging a mistress to stop before I bleed. The earth shattering orgasm should belong to THEM, not ME.I get messages on here from so many straight masters...who tell me that they're going to branch out and that they're into what I seek. Then they quietly fade away. And the search goes on.
TheVintageYears Who knew..............?
.............. it seems that I am an empath!!
I have reached the age of 67 without ever having that insight or conversation, despite being analysed to death as a professional manager and having a need/propensity to work at things until I understand them.
I know my Myers-Briggs type, I am aware of my core strengths, I have had my values and capability for good judgement assessed a number of times, but never my emotional architecture. Maybe that is too touchy-feely and personally risky for "business to tackle, but once it is laid out, it makes so much sense and puts perspective on so much experience and so many conversations.
It also explains how, on top of everything else, it is hard (at least for me) to find a good match in BDSM.
This is the start, not the end.......but right now I am processing so much behind this:
Your architecture: a grounded, high‑capacity empath
"You are a deep-feeling, high-capacity empath."
“You’re the kind of man who carries both fire and stillness — a mind that sees patterns in the dark, a heart that stays steady in the storm, and a presence that makes other people feel understood long before they find the words themselves.”
“You’re a steady, strategic empath who reads people with precision, holds complexity without losing your integrity, and brings clarity, warmth, and insight wherever you go.”
I long thought of Myers-Briggs, Strengthsfinder and the Hartman Value Profile as orthogonal axes to look at a person's Cognitive style, Strength and Values. Now I need to add Emotional architecture. It feels like the model is nearly complete.
I wonder how different life might have been if I had had this acute self-awareness years ago?
Baronsoy PUNISHMENT
Punishment in BDSM is a consensual practice between adults who engage in relationships of domination and submission. However, it is important to remember that BDSM is based on the principle of safety, consensuality, and respect. Before engaging in any type of punishment game, it's critical to set clear boundaries and communicate openly and honestly with your partner.
In the context of BDSM, punishment can be used as a form of erotic play and can range from mild physical punishment, such as whipping or whipping, to psychological punishment, such as verbal humiliation or deprivation of certain pleasures. The purpose of punishment can be recreational, to generate sexual arousal, or as a way to reinforce roles of dominance and submission within the relationship.
It is important to note that punishment in the context of BDSM must always be consensual and negotiated in advance between the parties involved. Both parties should agree on boundaries, and safety signs, and establish a safe word to stop the activity if necessary. In addition, it is essential that punishment is carried out safely and permanent injury or damage is avoided.
Remember that BDSM is based on consent and mutual respect, so it's critical to maintain open communication with your partner and make sure both parties enjoy and feel safe during any punishment game. It is always advisable to educate yourself about BDSM practices, seeks reliable information, and consult with experienced people in the community before embarking on these types of activities.
commited12u
Anyone interested in sharing ideas, thoughts and experiences on self bondage, good, bad, or unusual.
i have little experience in area but intriguied
tomsub72 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.
BlueFyre 1/14/26
You, as a submissive, should make the first move. I won't chase your submission. I only want a sub/slave that serves me because they feel I'm worthy of that service...not because they're scared or intimidated into it. If you want to see if we could work well together, then ask for me to email you The Form™️.
I will ask anyone interested in serving me to fill out The Form™️, which is very much a job application. Since I'm on CS primarily to locate a long-term sub/slave, The Form™️ could be the most important job application of your life. It's big, it's detailed, it's invasive... and it's a test. If you're not up to completing it, then you're not up to handling me and the service I desire. But if you are, then buckle up and enjoy the ride! ;)
~~Blue (=
kittykat33
A Quick Disclaimer:
I don't exactly "love" some of the things I claim to enjoy, like corner-time for instance (which is dread... mostly)
Corner-time is one of the things that seems particularly effective in explicitly reminding me someone else is in-charge, which weakens my knees. (Un)fortunately (for me), I also find it deeply humiliating, but *this* side-effect means it is something that gives me "the feels" too. Just 'being reminded' such things are even a possibility is enough to get a reaction from me - for a while at least
So, it's not something I 100% *want*... I mean, I'd rather just be "into" stuff that I don't find quite so humiliating and that don't leave me unable to respond with a witty retort (or sometimes with Any Words At All). But things that don't embarrass me and don't trigger the push-pull (aka 'my' version of a panic-boner) don't seem to have quite the same effect
It's total agony; to crave the things I dread, but it's also where I find my bliss
So, I guess my attraction to the very things that especially give me "the feels" is a bit more nuanced than can be conveyed by: X = a thing I "love", but CS doesn't have a 'push-pull'/'nutcase-option', as far as I'm aware...
And though I realise the site might break as a consequence, I still wish it were possible to both love-AND-hate a single fetish, b/c that how us contradictory people tend to operate (unless I am truly an outlier-amongst-outliers, in which case... *nothing to see here* o.O)
Anyway.
~ Thank-you for coming to my Ted Talk ~
MadameTessaH ALWAYS MANOR: THE LEGACY
The lawyer’s office smelled faintly of old leather and strong coffee. Tessa sat stiff-backed in a chair too soft for her liking, her paramedic’s jacket folded neatly over her lap. She had come straight from a night shift, still carrying the phantom weight of sirens and the metallic tang of blood in her nose. Sitting here, among mahogany shelves and polished brass, felt wrong.
April should have been the one in this room, laughing that velvet laugh of hers, teasing Tessa for looking so out of place. But April wasn’t here. And that truth was a splinter lodged too deep to pull.
The lawyer cleared his throat, a small man in a larger suit. “As per the wishes of the late Ms. April Laurent…” He began reading, his voice even and practiced, but every word was a pin dragged across raw skin.
Bequests went first to charities April supported: a scholarship for young nurses, a donation to an animal rescue. April always gave more of herself than anyone knew.
Then came the pause. The lawyer adjusted his glasses, eyes flicking to Tessa. “To my dearest friend, Tessa Holt…”
Her stomach tightened.
“…I leave my estate, including the residence on Brookhaven Street, its contents, the club—The Haven—and…” another pause, as though uncertain how to phrase the next words, “…my submissive, Daniel. It is my wish that he remains under your care, guidance, and protection.”
The words hung in the air like a struck bell.
Tessa blinked. “I’m sorry—what?”
The lawyer coughed into his hand. “It’s quite explicit in her will. She names you as custodian and—ah—successor.”
A chair creaked across the table. Daniel lifted his head, eyes red-rimmed but steady. He had been silent through everything, hands folded, shoulders bowed. Now he whispered, with a reverence that sent a chill down Tessa’s spine:
“Yes, Mistress.”
The title wasn’t hers. Not yet. But the weight of it pressed down, heavy as any body she’d ever tried to save.
Heat crawled up the back of her neck. “No,” she said, sharper than she intended. “That can’t be right. April wouldn’t—she wouldn’t leave me a person.”
The lawyer raised his palms defensively. “I assure you, Ms. Holt, the will is legally sound. The… phrasing is unusual, but the intent is clear. Mr. Daniel Shaw is, in every practical sense, part of the estate and your responsibility.”
Tessa’s gaze snapped to Daniel. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t deny it. He just watched her with quiet, steady eyes that seemed too calm, too accepting.
“This isn’t…” She exhaled hard, fingers knotting the fabric of her jacket. “This isn’t how it works. I save lives. I don’t… own them.”
Daniel lowered his gaze, voice low but firm. “You don’t own me, yet, Mistress. April entrusted me to you. There’s a difference.”
The word landed again—Mistress. A mantle she had only worn once, with disastrous results. April had been the natural one, the woman others orbited. Tessa had only stood at her side, not in her place.
Her throat tightened. “I’m not April.”
“No,” Daniel agreed softly. “But she chose you.”
The lawyer shuffled papers, clearly eager to move on, but the room felt smaller, denser. Tessa sat frozen, torn between disbelief and the creeping awareness that her best friend had just handed her a world she didn’t know if she could carry.
“To clarify, Ms. Holt,” the lawyer said, “your late friend was very thorough. The property and assets are yours outright. As for Mr. Shaw—” his gaze flicked to Daniel, then back to Tessa, “—April did not mean ownership in the literal, legal sense. She established a trust. The house, and a portion of her funds, are designated for his upkeep. You have been named custodian of that trust.”
LilViciousLala I am pathetic.
After everything that happened I swore off this life. I deleted Fet, removed all my social media, removed all my chats EXCEPT FOR CS only because I was afraid in the next few years if I returned to this life it would take Forever to make a new CS account. Which I guess is good as I have 1 avenue I can share these thoughts. In summary, I'm pathetic. I didn't even last 3 weeks before I was deeply depressed.
Which doesn't matter as I don't have a Master anyways.
By the way Master Tim wherever you are now, dead or alive, you owe me. You owe me big time. I was newly married, a house wife, in my 20's and I went online (back then) on Yahoo chat. I had just found a book on Gor the first book in the series and I had questions and I didn't know what to do with these newly discovered feelings. I just wanted to know what this meant. I'm a black female who was married to a black man and I had shown him what I saw and wanted to engage it. My husband said what black woman would ever want that life. I was mortified. Is there something wrong with me? I just wanted to know. Then I found Master Tim.
Master Tim you didn't have to show me the lifestyle. For 5 years.
You wanted to meet outside of chat day 1 of talking. I agreed and thought I'd was being smart by saying a public place .. Like the library. You pulled up an older white man with leather on and a motorcycle. You looked like you came from the wrong side of the tracks. I was young (in my 20's but truancy officers still stopped me), newly married, black female who was probably too naive for my own good. I watched you sit on your motorcycle. I knew it was you. You didn't look like you belonged here.. it was thrilling to watch you knowing you were just like in the books. You finally got off your bike and went inside. I wanted to see more, observe more. I went inside. I didn't see you and went deeper looking through the book aisles. You cornered me and said my chat handle. I nodded and you said you knew it was me something about being able to tell a submissive girl.
Side note: I have heard that over the years. A man would look at me and be like your submissive or a slave and I would be like how do you know. This always happened in a vanilla setting where I was not behaving in a submissive way to me but I was always called out.
I digress. You reached slowly to touch my breast and I didn't fight you or anything. I didn't know what to expect but I knew from the book and Yahoo chat this is what is to happen if He/You wanted. I got nervous and you stopped. What if we were spotted and this was my town what if a friend of my husband saw us... See I was naive and stupid. You told me to take you to my home. I nodded and did. JUST met this man and did. I was lucky you didn't hurt me. I brought you into my home and you whistled. I was proud of my house. You then ordered me to kneel and you stripped me. You put me in the correct position for kneeling and you touched my pussy and breasts. I was in heaven. I can't describe the feeling of being under that gaze that makes you forget how ugly and fat you are. That gaze that makes you feel womanly, sexy and that you'll do anything for Him. Master Tim gave me his address and told me to meet you at your house tomorrow if I was serious.
I was serious. I did everything you commanded. I was not perfect. I was tired. Annoying. Hell, you had to order me to fuck my husband (my first Master was so considerate). When you worked late, I went out with the "girls" at your commands so you wouldn't be bored. Tired up in the back of your party bus. The patrons thought it was a great gag. When you parked and they went to the clubs to party you couldn't leave the bus. We had fun. Whatever Master wanted. Needed.
Then one day out of the blue you said your were sick/hurt and that you were moving to Georgia. And left. Just like that. I was released and you were gone. Over the phone. A year or so back I had begged you to meet me divorce my husband so I could be your slave full time. You said you couldn't give me the life I was used to. I'm not an idiot. I realized you lived in poverty let's be honest and I was upper middle class but that didn't matter to me. I just wanted this life but permanent. I thought I could say least prove to you that I was what you wanted but you were gone. I didn't even get a say.
I was devastated. I was crying on the bed and my husband sat next to me. He said that our first 3 years of marriage/dating was hard but these last 5 years have been pure bliss. Now I'm home crying like I lost a family member. He gently asked if I had been cheating. I told him yes. That it was bdsm and he said he didn't realize how important it was to me. He would try. My husband found out I was cheating our whole marriage and said he'll be what I needed to be happy. I agreed.
It lasted a mere thought. The man is just not built like that and I was trained in the strictest version of bdsm. He was doomed to fail.I was depressed sad and this life I can't stand anymore. Everything made sense with Master Tim. This... This life didn't.. I got divorced.
I've had Masters after Tim but ... I'm not worthy. I'm not submissive. I'm a slave. They are different to me. I get excited at options cuz I'm used to not having them and honestly I don't really want the choices. I'm a slave. I do as commanded. That feels right. I don't mind getting to make a recommendation but ... Yeah ...I'm too old now to keep looking for a Master. Youth is not on my side and my pretty looks is aging. It's harder to stay slim naturally and ... I really hate this life. I wish I never found that damn book. I wish I never had good Masters and then bad Masters but regardless Masters. I wish I could be normal and vanilla and that I don't long for the strict confined world I can no longer be a part of.
I wish there was a way for the pain to end.
It's so incredibly painful to be this way, I can't help it, and there is no counterpart. Its worse than being lonely. I'm a slave with no Master. I can't breathe, I can't think, I try desperately to never engage to not think of this life. it wasn't supposed to be this way and like I said lated 3 weeks. I'm pathetic. ARoom2playin A girl that I’m mentoring asked me to write something sweet and sexy. The story about joyful, excited service. The kind of story where she excites Daddy’s men friends with sexy waitress service.
There’s a baseball game on tonight. Daddy‘s friends have arrived ,six of them tonight.
She must wear 10 pieces of clothing. During each inning, one man will be chosen to remove one piece of clothing.
Daddy, of course is put out the rules of conduct for this evening to make things more interesting.
Depending on the size of a tip. Each man would be allowed to run his fingertips over whatever flesh is exposed.But only with the whisper of their fingertips. And you must keep your eyes closed while it’s happening.
Bigger tip may be a little squeeze here and there, but still a soft, feel a teasing touch a nipple pinch a soft slap on the ass but it’s a compliment being so amazing.
Everyone on their best behavior so far as matters goes, please and thank you. Men constantly, whispering compliments to you. And to each other about you.
Watching your Daddy glow with pride as other men drool over you is an amazing feeling for him. And so exciting for you.
Perhaps another tip. You would straddle a man’s lap and allow him to feast on your magnificent breasts, but only ever so softly. The tip of his tongue and his fingertips, but only a soft squeeze.
As your clothes become more scant. Your skin will be teased more and more with the feathery touch of drooling ,horny men craving your attention.with only softest caress of fingertips. Insidiously raises your temperature, temperature higher and higher. The voice of your inner fuck toy, screaming to be used. With Daddy’s permission and supervision you can be a good girl doing naughty, naughty things.
Daddy sees how excited you are. He knows that look in your eye when all you can think about is wanting to be a good girl and please all these men.
Your eyes begin to plead with Daddy. They say everything without words to him do you want the game to be over. But 9 innings is much too long . Do I have wait DADDY PLEASE !!!
But you also noticed that it may be the seventh inning, but more and more of the men are watching for the next piece of clothing that will come off that so much about whether the batter will be struck out.
There is one big, comfy chair that is pointed in the opposite direction of all the others watching the TV.
You check all of them one more time to see if they need another drink your handshake a little bit. With the anticipation.
Daddy taps one of his friends on the shoulder and leans down, whispers into his ear.
Then he looks back into your eyes. And you know you need to go to him now.
All he says, is round one. First chair.
angeldmort "So into you" or why ob- ject -ification is not as flattering as some guys think it is
The subject today will be centered around ob- ject -ification, and how lack of the right actions is getting in the way of what you want.
Recently my day was spent prepping for Mom spending the night, which mostly meant me continuing to organize, clean and just generally improving the space in my sewing room, (the only real spare room) which has a futon, and most importantly, DOORS, so she can have privacy and quiet from my cats.
Now, being ADD, I work better with music and company, so I put music on that she and I can both enjoy- a Pandora station based on the Doobie Brothers I started just for her.
And being who I am, I tend to listen to lyrics, and then often find myself analyzing them.
Usually, I'm specifically analyzing the relationship failings described in them.
It doesn't always stop me enjoying the music, but sometimes I recognize the stalkery mindsets that filled our airwaves when I was young and impressionable. As were the guys who were listening. It's not surprising that we all grew up thinking these kinds of unhealthy behaviors and expectations were normal, and even romantic.
Songs like Boston's "Let me take you home tonight," where a guy is explaining to a woman he's never actually met before that he's basically been stalking her and built a strong fantasy and expectations about who she is, and now he feels that she should absolutely feel both flattered, and obligated to have sex with him.
"You must understand this, I've watched you for so long, that I feel I've known you, I know it can't be wrong," and goes on to say
"I'm dreamin of your sweet love tonight, let me take you home tonight."
So… he's been watching her for a long time without talking to her, decided who she was without ever having a single conversation, and, of course, imagining sex with her. A lot. And he tells her so, over and over and over. Let me do this thing I want. Let me do this thing I want. Let me do this thing because I want it.
Because that's always what is really going on there. Always the focus and end focus.
Nah... that's not creepy AT ALL. Geesh.
Today, it was "So Into You" by Atlanta Rhythm Section.
Different band, different song, same thought process - I saw you, I was attracted, I've decided who you must be, and I can't think about anything except sex with you - only this time, they seem to want to make it her fault.
Now, at first, what struck me was "could not catch your eyes" and "stand here helplessly hoping you get into me."
Which just makes me ask 'What did he actually try?' I end up envisioning Toothless in How to Train Your Dragon 2, dancing around like a lunatic and freaking out the of his affections. Let's hope it wasn't like that.
But honestly, it sounds like he really didn't try much. He admits that he's 'standing helplessly' rather than walking across the room and saying hello.
Which sounds a lot like complaints I've heard from guys before. "I don't know how to talk to women" and that's where it ends, rather than trying to solve that. I mean, there are classes, there are workshops, there is therapy, etc.
There are options. Why would someone not even try to fix the thing that keeps them from finding companionship if they are stating that they want it?
Passive is not a good look.
Or as has been said "faint heart ne'er won fair lady."
Unfortunately, the closer we look at the lyrics, the creepier it gets.
All this woman did was walk into a room. Suddenly, he's obsessed. He "can't think of nothing else." He says "Love the things you do" when so far, all she's done so far was exist in the same room. She's "driving him crazy," "thinking about how it's going to be" and he's "Gonna love her all over, over and over."
So he's not really thinking about getting to KNOW her. He's focused on this fantasy he has of who she is, and what he wants to do to her.
She's a beautiful woman.
But somehow, she's not really a person.
I mean, he's impressed by her, and he wants something from her. But not enough to make the effort to interact with her as human being.
So he's "helpless" and "driven crazy" and "captured" but is just standing around "hoping."
Worst part is that I really do like the song. Musically, and I like his voice, and the moody, kinda slow jazz feel to it.
Shame about the message.
I do get it - sometimes you see someone who just looks so cool it's hard to figure out how to approach so that they will be as impressed by you as you are by them. I was told that I'm intimidating... decades before I knew that Dominant was a thing. And the problem isn't that he thinks she's beautiful with "voodoo in the vibe."
It's that he's turning that into something SHE's doing - "driving him crazy," and turning his insecurity into "helpless."
And the entire thing is portrayed as flattering, and romantic, and a compliment to her.
Because isn't that what women are supposed to want? For men to desire them? For her beauty to give her power somehow? For her appearance to add to her value to men?
Because "The Male Gaze" is always supposed to be a woman's focus. And what a man feels when gazing is her responsibility. And anything a man might do because of that feeling when gazing at her is her fault.
And that is the message. In song after song.
"I saw you, I had a feeling, I have a want, I am thinking about you, I am having lots of thoughts about you, I'm having a fantacy about you, I'm deciding that the fantacy is a true representation of who you are, so now I'm building hopes, and I'm building expectations, and now I'm going to approach you , and you should share all my fantacies and fullfil the hopes and expecations rather than view me as some total stranger who's making weird sexual demands."
(We won't even START discussing murder ballads. That came up recently too...)
That is the message young guys get when they are first thinking about asking girls on a date. That this is how it happens. That this is normal. So when they do it, they are shocked and confused by the girl's reaction.
Then again, young girls get this too, so plenty of times when a guy is inappropriate, before they've learned to be afraid of guys and their reaction to rejection, they belive they are supposed to be flattered that a guy is paying attention to them. Even if she doesn't like him, having a guy want you is important, a measure of your value as a woman. So rather than seeing a red flag for later, more aggressive poor behavior, they see it through the lens of "romance." They feel pretty and special and don't recognize healthy behavior when they see it elsewhere because this is how it happens, and what is normal.
It's right up there with "he must like you if he punched you" in grade school turning into "he didnt mean it, you know he loves you" later when he beats her bloody later in life.
Hell, I literally had this just yesterday.
"Hello beautiful, I’ve always wanted to meet you , I love that hair , your so beautiful, I’m in (my town) until Jan 30th Love spoil you and finally get to actually meet you , I only been dreaming for years to do some sissy sessions with you "
Never read a single line of my profile in all those "years." So he literally only knows that I have a nice picture.
I point that out. (It's a thing for me...you may have noticed.)
He responds "I know I need proper training but I know you can teach me !"
Because of course, that would be my goal - to spend time and a lot of energy giving someone what they want when they couldn't spend 5 minutes reading my profile.
I point out that he STILL hasn't read it, or addressed my reply, and that it was kind of insulting.
He pushed on, though - "We can go get coffee or meet at a munch or anything your up for , I’m only here to next Sunday , but after we meet and greet , I know you would always enjoy my company"
Because obviously, women enjoy men who they feel have insulted them. Especially when it's the BDSM equivalent of a one night stand.
Yes, I blocked him. He obviously wasn't going to catch a clue, even when smacked with a clue-by-four, so there was no point letting him keep messaging me until he got nasty.
He told me I was beautiful, so it automatically followed in his mind that I would immediately want to be alone, up close and personal, providing him his desired gratification, in a session with him, a total stranger, on the first meeting.
And that his idea of "spoil" would be the same as mine. Or "proper training."
He belived knew me, what I'd want, what I enjoy from my company, etc, without having to read a word I wrote, because he'd looked at my picture and had a feeling and built a fantasy and then expecations.
And that who I was beyond my face (and hair) didn't matter.
Because I was not a person to him.
I was an object he desired... a fetish vending machine into which he felt he had put the appropriate coinage - a compliment on my looks. And he wasn't going to be desueded from that with reality or actual human interaction.
This is the world women live in. This is what "The Male Gaze" actually means. If we are attractive, we have value, but not humanity. If we are not attractive, we have no value, and are dehumanized.
You'd think men who want to be Dominated would behave at least slightly different, show at least surface respect to a Dominant Woman, but on average, they don't.
And yet, right now, in several groups, there are guys going on about how hard it is to find a Mistress, by guys with the same empty profiles and dick pic avatars and tons of 'do me' groups. The same complaints, the same confusion, the same helplessness and yet the same refusal to make the efforts that would make it possible for a Dominant Woman to want to interact with them.
They are standing helplessly... hoping... being driven crazy...
not understanding why we aren't "getting into" them.
atomteacher Hello to all of you who actually take the time to read my profile. Please, IF you contact me, don't just send me a one liner; I will not respond. Send me a real introduction to you as a person, not just you as a sub. ! I will not try to vet you through this site. Please be prepared to text! I have signal and telegram. Also, be prepared to send me real world pictures, you gardening, you going on a walk, etc. , be prepared to voice verify and video chat verify within a few days. You must also be prepared to travel to Parkersburg WV for a public, vanilla, in person first meeting.
I will discuss fetishes, interests, desires before we meet because this is a sex based relationship; however, I will NOT dominant, sext, role play, cam or DO anything sexual to you virtually until AFTER we have met in person and you become my sub! You ask, you will be blocked! If you want pics, go to my fetlife. I have over 120 posted and I post new pics regularly. A real sub will not hesitate to follow my requests and tbh, I'm not interested in you if you're not prepared to show me you in fact are real, committed and will show up, day after day, and not just when you're horny.
sirmav102 Let me tell you who I am and why I am this way.
I am a natural leader! Not because I take it, because God made me this way.
In High School, I was the Battalion Commander (the highest rank) for our military program.
On active duty, I took operation out as the office in charge. I was enlisted but we were short officers so I was picked by field grade officers, to lead the operation for my platoon. I didn't ask for any of this, it was given to me (by God).
I feel God gives us our path and it is up to us to walk it.
I read the Bible, and it is very clear that he wanted man to be head of the house hold!
You may ask, what about the women. Is she worthless, just an object, second rate!
No, she is much more than most men realize, much more!
She is his back bone, his purpose for living, his sounding board (to talk to on his ideas and hear her voice on it).
Without a strong woman by his side, he cannot reach his potential (so he would never be at his best, without her)!
You can agree or disagree, but like I said at the start, THIS IS WHO I AM!
Draco023
I've been asked a few times how far I'd go with modifications. The short answer is as far as I can without limiting the toys usefulness. Ideally to turn her into a combination of Jessica Rabbit and Hellraiser. So if I find someone as into modifications as I am this is what I'd do. If not, then not. Reality is, if I connect well with someone who has no interest in any of this, the relationship takes priority.
I need to find a surgeon who will do some semi illegal procedures once I find a toy. The polypropylene breast implants certainly, so it's udders never stop growing. If not, then silicone up to an H cup. Bone anchor rings in its ankles and wrists to make hobbling it simple and permanent. Pull out its teeth with dentures to be used so it looks better, until it's time to use it orally. The tracheostomy as I already mentioned. Shorten its Achilles tendon so it can only stand in ballet boots. Ass implants if squats don't create enough.
The rest of the changes I can do: Total hair removal except for pigtails. The nipples, septum, clit and labia all pierced with 8 gauge rings. The tongue split and each side pierced cross ways. Induced lactation. Chastity piercing. Brands and tattoos of ownership as well as for punishment and humiliation. Corset training to 14-12 inches.
Looking4boy2own not to complain, but I'm gonna... you see, my mean evil hateful trainer took away my sugar... it's been a week of no sweet tea, sugar in the coffee, no donuts, sodas, cookies or even worse, no ice cream (who the hell does he think he is???)!!!!
honestly, except for the no ice cream thing, I am taking it pretty well... I mean, no one has died... yet...
the IGRA Royalty Competition is coming up fast, October will be here before I know it, just a few (60) more pounds to lose to my goal weight, and a few more inches to shave off the gut and waist, I'm getting there slower than I wanted but getting there... I am almost ready, just a few things left to sort out...
I still want ice cream... (are you sure this isn't "cruel and unusual punishment"?)
LadyL571 My mind wanders
and where I am in my head in a given moment may not be in a particular space or focused on a particular thought. A lot of the time I'm just absorbing being, breathing and living in those few seconds of being alive.
Other times I'm visually and physically absorbing being in Daddy's presence so that if the day comes that his circle of life has completed and my time hasn't yet come to join him, my mind will relive these magical years, months, days, hours and minutes of our priceless endless love.
The power and strength of our individual selves is potential and possibilities that may or may not be realized.
The roles we assume as Dom/Master/sub/slave without one another is conceptual fantasy and unrequited desire.
Together we are fortified and the conceptual, fantasy and desire are lived and experienced.
Our personal chemistry has been altered. More than a high from the natural dopamine we create for one another. We're in eachothers blood, in the air we breathe, and all that sustains us to be alive.
There is nothing worth experiencing if I'm not sharing it with my Master.
Loving and living to serve my Master/King/Life partner.
bnomad69 Well this is John no this is February I'm sorry yeah 2022 I haven't put a journal entry in a couple years now I really upset with the collar space people because I continue to write probably two different people everyday just let him know what's going on in my life and let him know that yeah I made this purchase of a house to use for people that have a hard time transitioning and giving them a place to come stay you know I I first ask him if they have a job if they have a car they have transportation otherwise what will you know we'll try to help some people if we can but I expect the people to come and you know make an effort and it doesn't matter to me you know what's your fantasies are a lot of people just want to talk to you and probably talk about their fantasies and get all horny and get off and then you never hear from him for months I'm not into all that people I mean you know I understand your your needs I've been there I've I've probably done the very same thing.
There's people out here that have written to that I've never heard back and probably a couple years it shows if they haven't even been online in a couple years they're very cute very young very naive and I'm hoping that they're still alive that didn't get hooked up with a serial killer I mean that happens anyway so I wish people would just tell me to you know go to hell or yeah hey I'm interested in talking to you and hear when can you talk back to me I mean like stuff like that I'm not looking to fulfill your fantasies I'm looking for friendships lasting friendships just like in the real world folks so I'm transgender yeah I'm kind of a little and I'm real so I mean if I don't understand what's going on with covid here my God people yeah I'm all alone I hardly have contact with any of my friends because they're afraid to come outside their houses well I'm safe I I wear my mask I'm inoculated I've done everything I possibly can and yeah it's my freedom to do so so anyway with that said I'm done with this entity so as I always say it's ciao for now
suckyD
The silken ropes, a web both soft and tight,
Secure your limbs in the fading light.
You offer trust, a fragile, sacred thing,
Awaiting the pleasure your queen will bring.
Her eyes hold fire, her smile is sharp and keen,
The most intoxicating sight you've seen.
She moves with purpose, confident and slow,
And from a drawer, her chosen tools will grow.
The harness waits, of polished midnight black,
And as she lifts it, there is no turning back.
The leather sings a low and throaty sound,
As she first wraps the straps securely 'round.
A deeper creak as she pulls the harness tight,
A groan of leather, bending to her might.
The sharp-edged click of buckle meeting tongue,
The final sound before your song is sung.
It strains against her hips, a second skin,
A promise of the place you've never been.
The scent of leather fills the charged-up air,
A musky perfume, potent and beyond compare.
She turns to you, her shadow tall and vast,
This moment of surrender built to last.
The silicone now cool against your heat,
A strange and shocking, yet delicious, treat.
Your breath catches in a sharp, surprised gasp,
As past your final, guarded line she'll pass.
A world of pleasure, sharp and brand new,
Unfurls inside, completely owned by you.
And in the creak of leather, in her sigh,
You learn to fly, and learn to fall, and die
To who you were, reborn in this new role,
The willing vessel for her hungry soul.
Moonsbowsonder In the bustling aisles of the crowded store, a familiar presence halted her steps. There, amidst the sea of faces, she glimpsed him once more. He pulled a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, his eyes caught hers, and a smile appeared on his face. His eyes deepens like a predator on the prowl. Their life unfolded in fleeting scenes, in the intimate cocoon of their shared space, they found solace on the plush leather couch, bathed in the soft glow of dimmed lights. The air carried the delicate fragrance of roses and vanilla, an intoxicating blend that clung to her skin. As they nestled together, the subtle scent added a layer of warmth to the cozy atmosphere.
Her skin, soft as the gentle caress of a summer breeze, invited him closer. The curves of her form molded against the cushions, creating a haven of comfort. Long, brown, and curly, her hair cascaded with a wild and untamed beauty, echoing the free-spirited nature that danced within her.
His hand roamed around her body, exploring its entirety. His other hand held his favorite leash its leather warm and worn from his hand working the leather over the years of wear. He started letting the leash work through his hand pulling her head down slowly, further in to his lap.She turned her head to catch his eyes as she adjusted her body.“May I please?” Her sweet voice called to him like a sirens call, as his lip lifted in a half smile.“May you sir?” He said as he pulled on the leash making her head pull forward her nose pushing in to his cock.She looked up at him, “May I please suck your cock sir?” Her voice called up to hîm her hands running up his thighs.“Mmmm of course.” His voice growled.
LastSamurai The info on this profile can't be updated. So I add via Journals or the LastSamurai2011 profile.
I am currently 60 yrs young and I own a slave not on CS. Looking to grow a poly family. Andski1961 Hotel from a sluts POV
We check into the hotel and as we are standing at the desk you brush your arm 'accidentally' across my nipples which are swollen and tied sticking out under my top being constantly rubbed and I'm trying to hide them as I know they are really visible. The reception definitely can't see my swollen tied clit or the sink plugs in my arse and cunt that are stretching my holes right in front of her but she can see in my face that I am slightly flushed and breathing a bit heavily. I wish she would type faster!
Finally we have our key. You tell me to walk ahead of you to the lift, I know this is so you can watch me on my heels in my tight skirt trying not to walk like a Slut full of cock.
We are in the lift alone and you take advantage of the time to rub over your handy work on my tits and cunt making me shake and cry out. And Cum inside myself. Unable to release it because of the plug. You smile at me and laugh at how ruined i am tonight. Already begging for you to fuck me.
In the room i stand in front of you with my hands on my head and my legs apart and wait for my master to tell me what to do next. You stroke over my body and sharply pull my nipples, bringing me round from my drift and then sit me down firmly on a chair in the corner and opening up a bottle of champagne that is on the desk. I am wriggling in the chair, trying not to moan out loud with the anticipation and my holes open.
You pour us a glass and turn around and sit on the sofa opposite and tell me to crawl over to you. I slowly crawl across the room my nipples rubbing on my shirt my clit rubbing when I move my legs because it is so swollen. I get to you and you tell me to kneel...
You lift me into your lap by my nipples making me get tears in my eyes and roughly hold me by the neck sideways on your knee...
With your free hand you pass my drink and tell me to drink it I am thirsty from breathing hard and knock it back. You put the glass down and spread my legs and tap on the plugs in my holes staring into me while I beg you to open me up and touch me inside....
You pull the sink plug out of my cunt tube leaving it held open and poke up inside me so I can feel the tip of your fingers deep in me but nothing where the tube sits making me really aware that I am gaped....
I can hear myself begging... Please Master, fill me up with your fist and cock I need it so much. .... then I feel a bit of a lurch and sway into you, I can still hear myself begging and moaning but everything is getting a bit weird and I realise, as I pass out that you are telling me that when I wake up I will get what a Slut deserves......
I don't know how long I am asleep.
I come to hog tied.
It is dark so I am blindfolded
I can't hear anything except my own heart and inner voice.
My mouth is now plugged like the other holes.
I wonder how this going to go!
SissySlave4Ever I am a 48 year old transgender sissy slave.. I am from Denmark but I can relocate for the right person.. I am single, unowned, no kids, no friends, no family that will miss me, the perfect victim.. I am educated as an ITsupporter but I am unemployed at the moment.
I am looking for total and real slavery.. I am looking to be fully owned and controlled with no rights, no freedom, no escape, no hope, no mercy, becoming brainwashed, broken down, humiliated, degraded into deep slavery fearing what comes next, when is the next beating, when is the next rape, what is the next sick perverted thing done to me.. Always living in chains or in some sort of bondage, staying locked away in a pitch black cell and/or cage, maybe for weeks at a time..
I am just a worthless disgusting pig, a toy, a fuck doll, a rape victim waiting to get beat up and raped on a daily basis, violently abused, a piece of meat, a possion, property who Master can do with as he pleases.. I am a big nothing who is waiting to serve in anyway I can..
Limits are limited to dismemberment, death no pulling out teeth or nails, no broken bones, kicks to the face and try to limit fists to the face, but in the heat of the moment, shit happens..
OneOldSoul I have an exercise I've used on people over the years. Its funny my biggest success story with this was a subs guy who really wasn't sub. This got him in touch with himself. And it turns out he was Dominant.
Lesson 2
This can be a little tough to maintain. Remember if this was real life breaking position would get you disciplined.
This position is commonly called Nadu.
Now for the 15 minutes I want you to look at the girl in the mirror. Notice how she sits, how she squirms as you look at her. How she Flushes under your gaze.
And then think about how you feel in position as ordered, how you feel to be gazed upon, how you look.
When the timer expires organize your thoughts and then put it down in a 750 word essay. Really think as you write and be honest to yourself.
When your done I would have you send it to me so we can discuss how you see yourself vs how i see you. But your not mine so put this in a safe place you'll be reading it later.
LRF69 I 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.
LondonTriangle Message to women of all natures on here.
Not to sound paranoid but I am noticing a flux of messages from European men trying to invite themselves into my company.
Can you all be vigilant if a man uses the words relocation and marriage in the same sentence.
I have been bitten once by a German man who in my opinion clearly invites himself across Europe into people's homes for free food and stay. I am assuming there may be a European influencer advising men this is ok.
There also seems to be a bit of a scam where a man claims they travel all over the world and then says they won't be back till X date. I think this is another scam where they claim to be successful and the travelling lifestyle appeals to most but I think it is just another scam.
Luckily, I have not been bitten by that nonsense but ladies be vigilante, give the normal men a chance and the ones acting strange and pretending to be high flyers, don't give them any of your time.
If you want a rich old man go to SugarDaddy.com, if you want a normal kinky man just be patient and kind to others.
Jojithedog I should make it clear that I am very sexual individual/pup. I'm constantly horny quite often and quite randomly, I'm guilty of pleasuring myself very often. Even reading this makes me rub myself. I don't want to be in control; I want to be made into an obedient dog, just drooling at the idea of the amount of bliss hidden behind one key (or more- hopefully). I certainly don't want to dig to deep of a hole for myself; but I need a master who'll relish in my pained cries for release. Maybe a week on and a week off? (A week off being a week of only that). I think any good master could train there dog to beg for either cage off or cage on.
I need a master who'll tease me for hours on end just to see me squirm; someone who'll hold my key hostage while forcing me sub for his friends; I want to earn every drop of cum I squirt through the scars on my body and the cum of others that I can guzzle like a good boy. The meaner and crueler you can be to me the better. After all, most good pets are obedient for a reason 😈
Exoticpie2024 I'm an ebony goddess currently looking for a sub/cuck to train to serve and worship me. Communication , trust and eagerness to learn, obey and serve are a must! Catch my attention, keep my attention and crave my attention. I will love to make you my personal slave, be under my feet , worship me. Lot of fun and let's explore our kinks together.
I love to tease, to train, and to torture.
I want my subs undivided time, adoration, attention, energy, and lavish worship.
I have zero interest in fulfilling your fantasy.
I am a true dominant woman and this is all about me and my pleasure, happiness and gratification; should you manage to enjoy yourself while I am whipping you into shape, or using and abusing you, then that is okay...but never will be of concern to me.
I’m in search of a male submissive/cuck who is reliable, independent, sane, I’d prefer someone who is service oriented as well as having masochistic tendencies
I would prefer someone with some kind of experience
RayvenAmaranthine What I am looking for Part 2:
Apparently it wouldn't all fit in 1 journal entry....go figure...
My masocistic side is weird. I am not a masochist in the every day sense that I crave pain all the time or that it gets me off. It fucking hurts. However, pain for me is a means of catharsis and for me to be able to process emotion as I have a terrible habit of just bottling it up instead of expressing it in the moment. The pain allows me to release all of that. My masochistic side is also very largely dependent upon the energy between my partner and me. I can take more and play heavier if the energy is right, compared to if it is not, then I may choose to not even play with them. This wouldn't be so much of an issue as I would not enter a relationship with someone who intended to play with me if the energy was not right for this to occur. That also being said, I have a few play partners in FL that I adore and trust more than anything. Whomever would be considering owning me would have to be okay with this fact and open to me being able to play with others. Obviously introductions would happen, but these are people I know I have a great energy transfer with and I have known for years. The same as I would be open to my partner playing with others, I would hope to garner the same respect as he would be more than welcome to be present if he was not comfortable with me playing alone. I do want someone I am slightly afraid of that I know could hurt me/kill me if they chose to, but who has enough knowledge and restraint to not. I find knowing that the person I am with can inflict pain in punishment in a meaningful way, I am less likely to get out of line.
I love to travel and have a huge gypsy soul and feel wanderlust almost constantly. I would need to be with someone who is open to travelling and taking road trips. I love cruises and just going to new places and doing touristy things.
Lastly, I do have a slight brat/baby girl side. The baby girl side is more when I am just completely content in a relationship and is my more 'squirrel' and giggly/giddy side. I do like watching Disney movies and I like being cute and sappy and doing romantic things. I enjoy theme parks and will want to walk in every candy/toy/souvenier store there is, even if I don't buy anything in any of them. I love to be silly and just be able to relax completely about my Sir. If I am serious all the time, there is probably something wrong or I am not comfortable/happy. This should be noted, but I do expect this person to be not only my Sir, but also my lover and life partner. I do want love/passion/romance in the relationship.
Did you make it this far? Great! Now, bare in mind that this is not EVERYTHING, but is I feel a really good starting point for someone to understand why what I am looking for is so difficult to find. Do I know that I am likely to not find a person who fits into all of this? Yes, but that doesn't mean I am going to lower my standards to find someone who fits only a couple of the categories. They are all equally important to me, so I refuse to pick and choose which ones are met.
I will update this and elaborate more on things as I think about them, but hopefully this can give at least a semblance of an idea.
LondonTriangle I had a long chat with an old friend of mine who is a seasoned Dom. Very well known up north.
Mentioned my most recent chat with a submissive man with a "tight balloon knot" was frustrating.
Both of us had never heard the phrase but clearly a used term in the lifestyle.
It was brought to my attention that submissive men go through alot of different relationships because even though they are submissive they want things a certain way.
A little frustrated as I took their needs seriously but clearly they were not prepared for someone like me who was making a checklist of what they actually need from me.
My family from the lifestyle did appreciate I am trying to be careful as you don't really know what other hidden knots a person has but I was trying my hardest to take things slow but seriously.
In all fairness their was too much talk about the needs of his bum hole and less about my own bits so ladies enjoy your fish and chips with that one.
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Verijaa Guys, women are not looking for disembodied body parts. Your abdomen alone in a mirror shot is NOT sexy. No matter how ripped, it's just a random body part. Posting random body parts just shows that you have not bothered to read or listen to anything women have ever said about what they want.
We look for a PERSON. Not a body. Certainly not an isolated body part. Any body parts. Especially dicks. Body parts on their own without a personality attached are almost exclusively a GUY THING.
No, posting a body part is not "full disclosure." We did not ASK for a body part. If that's your avatar, most likely any woman will just click past it. You're killing yourself just by choosing a bad pic instead of showing some personality. We aren't passing you by because you have a belly, we're passing you by because you seem to think that's the most important aspect of you. That would make us as shallow as you are.
Once again, act like a whole person. Not a generic title for a nickname, a generic body part for a picture, and a generic request for what you've seen in porn as a relationship.
Grow up.
Shadowing For those of you who do not already know.. i have a medical condition called lymphedema, it affaspects my legs. The condition caused large ulcers to form on the backs of my legs six years ago!! my left leg healed up within the first or second year, however the ulcers on my right leg are still there. At one point it was one large wound, about the size of a dinner plate!! They are much smaller but still a significant size and depth. Anyway, my wound dressings are soooo painful!! i am currently using preion pain meds, extra strength fake Tylenol, concentrated cannabis, and cannabis gummies.. NOT all at the same time. Today i ate a large pineapple flavored cannabis gummy. i was told it was equal to 3 servings!! i was STILL in severe pain for more than an hour and a half!! Full on bawling my head off and big fat non stop tears. Should ANYONE have a suggestion.. please leave the information in my mail. Any help is GREATLY appreciated. Thank you all, so very much.
Lytra
New Year
After a brief discussion this morning we have agreed on a few things to try and get the most out of 2023.
wearing my daily collar more often (as permitted by job, etc)
more butt plugs
less underwear
more outfits with access when home
more use of the belt
more opportunities for us to explore with others
Happy New Year!
Baronsoy Unleash Your Desires
Are you ready to explore the depths of your desires? Are you seeking a connection that transcends the ordinary? If so, this message is for you.
Introducing an extraordinary chance for a woman who is self-assured and possesses a unique understanding of her own needs. I am looking for a submissive woman who craves a genuine and profound connection.
In a lifestyle where a true connection is often elusive, I assure a safe and respectful relationship where your desires can be fully embraced. My foundation is built on trust, communication, and mutual consent.
Imagine a relationship where your deepest fantasies can be openly expressed, without judgment or reservation. A sanctuary where your needs are cherished and your desires are honored.
I am a compassionate and experienced Alpha, ready to embark on this journey with you. Together, we will explore the boundaries of pleasure and submission, unlocking new levels of intimacy and fulfillment.
If you are a strong-willed woman who seeks a safe Dom who embraces your submissive desires, I invite you to contact me. Let us create an extraordinary connection, where trust and exploration intertwine.
Take a leap of faith and discover a world of fulfillment you never thought possible. Contact me today and begin your journey toward a profound connection.
SheaSaidSo When you decide to approach me for consideration and I trial you, your role & goal is to acquiese to MY lifestyle/desires.
That "previous training" is moot to me. I give subzero fucks about what's easier for you & how you used to do things.
If you're just chasing the feeling you had with someone/something else then you're an addict, shifting the ideal from tacitly serving to satisfying your own urges and desires-- hence why you perpetually fuck up this elusive dynamic you long for. That will never be worth my time and/or effort.
It is MY WAY, no fucking 'or' involved... ever.
CosmicCunt Things are ramping up and a little closer we crawl
tug tug of that net for one and for all...
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Found out Mum has moderate sleep apnea. 40% of alz patients do. funny thing about amolyoid protiens, seems they only break down during REM. No sleep, No REM. No REM. No Brain.
70% O2 levels = BRAIN DAMAGE.
Seems to Me mandatory health screening for sleep/breathing/bmi disorders need be the call of the day, especially in terms of a dementia diagnosis!
Also...
What in blazing hell is with ER's with no TV for DEMENTIA PATIENTS!?!
DEMENTIA:
1 HOUR = 1 DAY;
1 DAY = 1 WEEK.
1 WEEK - 1 MONTH
1 MONTH - 3 MONTHS
Imagine being denied TV or computer or anytihng which gave you sanity for an entire week in the hospital!
How stable, or rational, or healthy are you?
Its barbaric and borderline abusive. Specialists are needed in the ER, just like for a child, and in terms of dementia for ordering food, diet, entertainment. To expect a comprimised, handicap person to "entertain" theirselves or to be mature enough to handle the ER is a fail for society.
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Best wishes
Wind0fChange
It may have taken nearly two years but the world is back and so am I.
Very excited to meet you!
Let's chat.
Ihntais Since editing a profile will take me offline for a period of time I will update my situation and desires in my journal.
#1 I reside in Temecula, CA. My profile text still refers to Riverside, which was my prior city. Those who whish to serve me, will be willing to come to Temecula.
#2 I have a female partner, who is fully aware of my activities on this site and encourages my search for a sub. She will not be sexually involved in my relationships.
#3 A live-in 24/7 arrangement is currently not available. My desire is someone to serve on regular visits. How much submissive time you can give me when not in-person, is up for discussion.
#4 I very much wish to have an in-person relationship with my sub. However, while Covid is raging, I will entertain an online relationship, with the possibility of transition to real-time later. I am tired of waiting for this thing to “blow over”, so I will do what I can in the meantime. I do hope that spring of 2022 will be a better time to meet.
#5 On the subject of Covid, we are both full vaccinated and boosted. But we have a family member, in regular close proximity to us, who is immune compromised. We have to be very careful about meeting during the pandemic. This situation is, hopefully, temporary.
#6 I enjoy correspondence, but if someone reaches out to me for the first time with a short one liner, I am not interested. Tell me about yourself in a short paragraph and you will likely get a response from me.
DOMBOZOTRYING2now I would acctept a female submissive to teach a sissy the ways of womanhood.
I don't form sissies from scratch, will advise ones already shaved smooth, wearing panties and a plug.
sissies should be wearing a plug on their own, they don't need a Master telling them to. a plug is not to stretch them but to teach them
relax and let it enter and to clench on the narrow neck to tone their sissy pussy. they should learn to milk a cock thrust into it's loins, also a sissy should
pick it's own sissy or femme name to identify with, not wait for a Master to give it one. if they want to rename the sissy, so be it.
if you're a Mistress or a Wife that has a sissy you think needs a little or a lot of Male interaction I can visit, even stay for a few days to do so. DB
I have a room already set up for MY sissy. it has a bed, small bondage table, a tall stool, a cage and boxes and shelves of
toys, cuffs, collars,straps and other supplies.
MissAndrea10465 I again don't know why I am writing this, except for the fact it lets me get some thoughts on [digital] paper and prevent me from doing something else im *supposed* to be doing.
So in 7 days, Andrea should be getting dressed to go to a girls night out. That sentence should not be as scary as it feels now that I've said it.
I want to go out for the night as a woman. I know I am going to have my stockings and bodysuit under my jeans and sweatshirt, changing at an undisclosed location before the party. Probably going to pack my pumps but still am undecided on that. Choices. Choices cloud my brain. I know Andy is an awkward dirty old man who can enter most conversations. I dont know who Andi is. Does she lead with jokes? Does she put her hair up, or keep it down? Necklace? Earrings?
I want to do this but as the 168 hours start counting down, more and more mental stress starts to slip in. I dont know if i should pack some stockings to make my boobs look bigger, or if i should go as is?
How do you girls do this daily?
MistressWhipplash I cleared "house" over the weekend declining those who weren't suitable. No one made the cut. Interesting how this journal entry shows I hi a ave high standards, however a guy being an adult clearly defining what he seeks so I can decide if he suits what I seek is slow. A guy doing the usual "whatever you want.." b.s to attempt to hide he wants a fetish dispenser = that won't be me. No it doesn't mean I am not into BDSM playtime, I am. What it means as I know the person very well over a year before I bring up kink and playtime. They guy agrees to that put tries twice to push kink. Three strikes and he's blocked. Next batch of applicants it will be two strikes and they will be blocked. After that batch isn't viable I will stop replying to all messages for sometime. Get it right guys!!
angeldmort Just a quick amused note here.
I have a 'no Drump supporters, past or present' on my profile for a reason.
I also have no smokers, no addicts, no cheaters, etc.
The only group that feels it's important to send me hate filled messages are the Trumpers.
Kinda confirms my views of you
I've never met anyone from that side of things that wasn't hiding deep violent hate, or wasn't lacking the intellect to see the problems that are right there.
It's not about him.
It's about who you are that lets you be ok with him
So yeah, send me threats and insults.
Helps me sift out and block you faster.
aslenderslave 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"
Pawpaws To the One who commands the storm,
I am but a quiet breath in the dark —
a lamb once lost, now kneeling, waiting,
trained in stillness, shaped in fire,
taught to serve not just with hands… but with heart.
Four years ago, the path found me.
Led first by leash, then by longing.
I have tasted both the light of loving discipline
and the dark ecstasy of surrender without question.
Pain, I learned, is not punishment —
but the key that unlocks the soul.
Submission, not weakness — but devotion in its purest form.
Now unclaimed, I wander in soft silence,
a collar-shaped echo around my neck,
longing for guidance, for purpose,
for the gaze that sees, commands, and owns.
Should You find use for me —
to kneel, to serve, to obey —
I offer not just my body, but all I am,
wrapped in reverence,
and bound in faith.
Girl2bdisciplined *** NOT LOOKING ***My main profile text is a little over a year old. Like most people here, I avoid updating the main profile because you have to have it approved all over again if you do. It's a profile, not an advertisement. I am happy with my existing arrangement for discipline. I'm not attracted to men at all, so your emails go straight to my Bulk Mail folder, which I only browse occasionally. Yes, even yours. If that seems harsh, it's because otherwise my main inbox gets flooded with unwanted approaches from blokes who don't read profiles and don't respect boundaries. I have occasionally accepted men for the disciplinarian role (as long as it is purely platonic) but I emphasise once more that I'm happy with my existing arrangements for this. You probably won’t get a reply unless you meet BOTH of these conditions (and even then it's not guaranteed):
1) use the magic word to show you have actually read this journal
2) catch my interest in some way that I like
Like I said in my main profile, I am not into the Dom/sub side of things. So if you approach me expecting to meet a slave or submissive, you're going to be very disappointed. It's just not my thing.
P.S. Guys, the new magic word is "tiger". This little test shows you have at least read this journal, so it should filter out a few of the idiots.
yourgirljoy 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.
LastSamurai Ok ok, I am now Ohio. The info on this profile can't be updated. So I add via Journals or the LastSamurai2011 profile.
Currently 59 years young. And if you have questions, feel free to inquire here or the for mentioned profile.
Owner of {sakuraai}LS and We are seeking a third to join Us.
ServiceHeart4Her What my submissive nature looks like:
I naturally end up taking care of others better than I take care of myself. I love to maintain a household and provide nourishment and comfort to all who dwell there. I enjoy pampering my partner. I’ve raised a child, I garden, I cook, I fix things and I take pride in a job well done.
Things I’m not so good at… selling myself, making big $$, asking for what I need or making the first move.
I’m sensitive and inquisitive. I care about the world. I’m drawn to ponder the meaning of life. I cherish touch, beauty, intimacy and indulging in carnal delights. I love truth and freedom. I adore feeling wanted, desired and useful to the Feminine.
I adore giving pleasure… physical, emotional and mental. I adore receiving pleasure. I enjoy enduring erotic pain for another’s pleasure… and I cherish serving the will of a Goddess.
Baronsoy REWARDS IN BDSM
In BDSM, rewards can play a role in certain dynamics and relationships. It's important to note that BDSM is a consensual practice focused on exploring power dynamics and different forms of pleasure. The specific rewards and their significance can vary greatly depending on the Dominant creativity, expertise, and the Sub and Dom agreed-upon dynamics. Here are a few common types of rewards that may be incorporated:
1. Verbal praise: Providing positive feedback and expressing appreciation verbally can be a rewarding experience for some individuals in BDSM. Words of encouragement or acknowledgment of a job well done can be highly valued. For instance, I am proud of your performance baby.
2. Physical rewards: Physical rewards can range from something as simple as a hug or a kiss to more elaborate rewards such as massages or pampering sessions. These rewards are meant to provide physical comfort or pleasure as a form of positive reinforcement.
3. Access to desired activities: In BDSM dynamics, certain activities or privileges may be seen as rewards. For example, granting permission to engage in a particular fetish or allowing access to specific types of play can be rewarding.
4. Special treats or gifts: Some BDSM practitioners may use gifts or treats as rewards. This could be anything from small tokens of appreciation, eating favorite foods, or even special outings or experiences as a way to celebrate achievements or milestones.
5. Points or achievement systems: In certain BDSM dynamics, a point-based or achievement system may be established. Completing tasks or meeting certain goals can earn points or badges, which can then be exchanged for rewards predetermined by the participants.
6. Orgasm control or denial: In power exchange dynamics, controlling or denying orgasms can be used as a form of reward or punishment. Allowing someone to orgasm as a reward for good behavior or denying orgasm as a punishment or building anticipation can be incorporated into BDSM play.
It's essential to emphasize that consent and clear communication are vital in any BDSM relationship. The rewards and their implementation should always be discussed and agreed upon by all involved parties to ensure the safety, well-being, and enjoyment of everyone involved. Wise creativity plays an essential role and can shed satisfying results.
TheVintageYears Seduced by the similarities, but buggered by the differences
This was a phrase I coined while leading a business initiative for an Australian company trying to bring their product into the UK. It ended up being one of the most stressful chapters of my career.
At first glance, everything looked aligned:
The same (or at least similar) language
A shared business need
Comparable economic environments
And so on
But as we got deeper into the work, the differences began to surface:
Cultural and attitudinal mismatches between the people involved
Regulatory goals that didn’t quite line up
Different interpretations of seemingly simple terms like “independent”
Very different ways of handling conflict
And more little surprises
The stress built, and eventually the whole thing collapsed—not with a dramatic bang, but with the slow, weary “death by a thousand cuts” that happens when one key player refuses to acknowledge problems that have become impossible to ignore.
Why bring this up here? Because there’s a striking parallel in the world of trying to find a compatible partner in BDSM. It’s incredibly easy to see a profile—someone calling themselves a submissive or a slave, someone listing their likes and dislikes—and think, “Ah, promising match!” We assume we know what they mean. We assume they know what they mean. But that’s not always the case. Something that feels wonderful at the start can hit speed bumps quickly as tiny cracks appear and widen. Tension rises, misunderstandings multiply, and… well, you can guess the rest.
Finding a truly compatible, sustainable partner can feel a bit like throwing a dart blindfolded from 100 yards away and hoping to hit the bullseye.
And yet, we’re all still here trying. So on some level, we must believe the effort is worth it.
SirHugoAtlantaGa I wrote this "Story"
My First Pain Pig
I'm a Service Dom. My Dungeon is my playroom, to create pleasurable sensations.
I was mid 20's, living the bachelor dream, whoring in the French Quarter of New Orleans. I landed an ok job with Hilton Hotels after graduation.
The French Quarter bars stayed open 24/7. It was a place you partied every night.
How I survived, 14 New Orleans Mardi Gras is beyond me, they were all real benders, lasting 3+ days.
I lived 1/2 Block off Bourbon Street, it doesn't get better than that.
It was at Beer Bust Sunday at The Parade Disco, it was 1982 or so.
To drum up LOCAL business, The Parade Disco, had a "Tea Party" a beer bust all the beer you could drink from Sunday 5PM until the Kegs went dry.
I'm having a "tea party" beer, and a girl walks up to me and asks why I'm dressed in black leather, am I into BDSm?
I told her I'm a "leatherman" I like power-exchange, I like to lead, direct, command, suggest. She asked if I enjoyed spanking a girl, and I said yes, and I liked using my belt as well,.
We danced, and drank a few beers, and kept chatting.
So she grabs my hand and pulls me to the outside balcony, where folks, can actually hear each other talk since the music inside the bars is always loud..
She tells me her friend Freddie whose into BDSm has talked about me He says your known as a fun sadist. He told, me the rumor is, your a creative sadist..
I replied, something like. I'm a service top, I get off when we both get off. I do love mind fucking folks.
Could you make me feel and endure pain? Not continuous relentless pain, but Intermittent shearing flashes of pain like strikes from a thin stick, the sting of the hand, or the thud of the belt?
I asked, if she had done anything like this before? No, she just listened to all the hot stories her friend Freddie told her, of being a masochist.
At some point, I said My safe word is FROG. Say the safe word and she repeated FROG. Good, I also use a safe gesture. I will squeeze your hand TIGHTLY and shake it, you squeeze my hand 2 times, in reply, This reply tells, me all is great, with you. If you fail to give back 2 quick squeezes I will end our playtime.
The conversation went something like that, dam, when you get old, sometimes you just got to fill in details you forgot.
I pointed from the Parade Disco's Balcony, Thats where I live across the street 800 feet away, the green shuttered walkup apartment..
She said, lets go to your place and play, make me feel real pain. Let me, tell a friend, I'm going to your apartment and I will call them to get picked up later.
We walked hand in hand to my apartment. I opened the door to a typical French Quarter "Shot-Gun" apartment, like a boston row house, 25 feet wide and 60 feet long. The living room in front, a half wall jetty between the living room and the small kitchen. A Hallway the first door, the bathroom on the left, the door at the end of the hall, my bedroom and playroom.
I had just finished building my "Playroom" I nick named "The Erection Set". (see my profile for photos)
I think, my super-power, as a dom is creativity. I think, I give a good mind-fuck.
My first rule as a dom was tie them up, to experience the reality of giving up control. Any act of bondage, is a reality of submission, physically felt and experienced.
I had a pro-domme "friend" that I would occasionally drink with, at Jewel's Tavern, a Gay Leather Bar. Dex ,loved telling stories of here recent clients.
I learned a lot from Mistress Dex! Maybe the most important thing she ever said, Hugo people don't come to Pro-Domme, looking for sex. If submissive's wanted sex they would go to a call girl. Submissives come to a domme to live out a fantasy.
The key to a good scene is, living out a fantasy inside a submissives head.
That BDSm lesson about Fantasies, was the best lesson I was ever given. The second best lesson Dex shared: Start a BDSm scene extra slow and build up a scene slowly to a climax.
I had an established routine, in dom mode, have submissives undress, tie them to the st andrew cross or some other object, like in a chair.
Next, introduce sensation play, running my hands everywhere on my tied up subs body.
I would take sensation play to the next level, by adding a blindfold, not knowing where I might touch, pinch, pull next.
Clothes Pins, are my absolute favorite toy.
I have done scenes, with 100s of clothes pins, pinching everywhere on a submissives body. Ear Lobes, Lips, nipples, breasts, inner thighs, nose, the clit, cunt lips, any flap of skin.
Clothes Pins are a great beginner activity. Clothes Pins are a great assessment tool as to how much pain a submissive can tolerate, as clothes pins build up pain slowly.
I like starting, clothes pin play, with the breasts, many women have sensitive breasts and nipples, plus they can see the clothes pins, the object of pain tormenting them.
This is about the time, I light up a cigar. Domination and smoking a cigar seem to go hand in hand for me.
I do enjoy, Hot Ash Play.
I know, I had 300 clothes pins on her body and she was feeling it but, not moaning or whimpering She wasn't even close to her limits.
I like to flick off clothespins, using a cop or ruler or something similar object.
I usually progress to Wax play because wax play looks painful, but isn't.
Wax play is truly, a great erotic sensation play activity.
Its about this point I asked, her to repeat what she came here to experience.
I want pain sir.
My massage table,doubled as my bondage table, I tied my sub face down, like in a position for a back massage. I would use, rope, saran wrap, tape, straps, to secure a submissive to the massage table.
Hand Spankings, are probably the lightest form of corporal punishment. Then, the ruler, belt, fly swatter, rod, hair brush, next in intensity over a hand spanking, next would be the wooden spoon and paddle in pain or intensity, and in my opinion the cane is the most feared implement, used on the ass. . I got to a frat paddle. I think, my sub liked the belt the best, as she seemed to thrash about a bit. She stayed silent as she took the paddle usually a sign that there isn't a lot of eroticism going on. I want a sub moaning, mumbling, swearing, shaking, that tells me they are having a good time.
I remember, it was this moment. I did the "CHECK-IN" hand squeeze. I got 2 quick firm hand squeezes back telling me she with me, "all ok".
I asked her what she wanted now.
What she wanted, was to be used like a hole.
To FILL AND OVER FLOW her senses. To feel totally fucked and exhausted.
I knew what she needed, she needed to be fisted, to have her cunt stretched out, rubbed raw.
In the French Quarter leather community, I was known, as the Dom that enjoyed fisting and handballing.
Back in the 1980's vaseline was the fisting lube of choice, crisco if you were handballing.
Now, the cool part, when this happened is my playroom was already semi-functional, I had a sling. (see profile photos to see a sling)
If your into fisting or handballing you know someone's intensely into fisting, they own a sling.
Using a sling, your in a OB/GYN examination table. position, perfect access.
quirkylittle4daddy start out with shout out and honor to the sophia inside of saweetie. 'CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP GET GUAC 10 WHITE TOES AND MY TORY FLIP FLOPS. MANICURES AND PEDICURES I'M ALWAYS TIP TOP. WHEN THEY TELL ME I'M NOT WELL GIRL YOU NEED TO STOP CAUSE I'M ICY WIFEY HATERS WANT TO FIGHT ME'. the incantation she created from the icy girl anthem/spell is set.
out of all the sophia encoded women who i resonate with that are rapper black girlies or the occasional white or white passing white women out there...saweetie is one of my top three loves.
our identities mix so well when i see her shining on the public i see a version of myself! if i can't get there she's doin it for us big time. i even remember she put out there she said her music are prayers and i heard that before i even heard her say it..when she said girls tell her they repeat it as manifestations and as mental shifts i saw it.
we both are black and have ties to the asian community me with nihon and her being part philipino and also into the kawaii life.
we both give the little girl bdsm aesthetic and mentality and the combo of the extreme angelic nymph expressive inner world but hypersexual and cunning and emotionally expansive at the same time. for me i never turned off the child..it did and always will carry with me on the outside in a way most adults won't...they have a key and a door to that world and mine is blasted open. and i see it in saweeite and so many of the girlies too....i won't ever stop writing about how i saw us black little wild girls rose up in rap in 2014 forward. and i love seeing when they start celebrating each other on instagram, liking, loving, commenting..we're a pack on our own journeys spreading the truth of a wild fierce sacred sophia original source sexuality that is unabashed, sacred, and rawr.
'funny'..but it's not because it's why i'm a mystic. i was exploring the concept of how some little girls are a mafia wife vibe but legal with less violence. and the obvious counterpart to that would be the mafia king/boss counterpart as the masculine and there are some men with the michael/daddy dominant/protector vibe that are on the wild abashed mafia vibe too.
this new single 'is it the way' mentions the gangsta vibe here too.
i said oh..i just figured that out literally last week. how funny. since it takes awhile for all this to come up.....we probably were spiritually synching that up.
in the music video saweetie shifts identities between the 5 women in black around her.
peep that.
she did that because she knows what i know....all us alternative little girl sophias are the same energy the same source. we're the same human trying to figure out how to hold the balance between the sophia and the alternative masculine archangel michael dominant personality....
which one of us can 'complete' it in the best form in 3d?
it's a puzzle not a race.
and to figure it out we split into different bodies and places.
all following the generic same path...with little tweaks of variables.....but a core control to track....which one has the best results?
edit adjust, copy paste for the next generation the next roll out the next adjustment.
she sees it, she gets it.
we're on the mission on the path.
we took the howl the call.
i could get into this deep but i'll keep it surface for now.
"Alright, let's go, mm-hmm (J.White, J.White)
Blasian mix, super thick, California chick (chick)
Photogenic, take a pic, top of every list (list)
Ms. Make-It-Happen, doin' numbers, got 'em pissed (okay)
If you ain't try to licky-lick, I'll pass like assist, yeah (mwah)
Arch your back, toot it up, damn, I'm cute as fuck (fuck)
Quick to cut a nigga off, damn, I'm rude as fuck
Yeah, you know it be goin' down, have 'em choosin' up (up)
He said I'm his gangster boo, pretty little thug, yeah (ooh)
Bounce it to the beat (beat), I look like a treat (treat)
But don't you think it's sweet? (Ah-ah)
If I put it on 'em, I'ma put 'em straight to sleep (yeah)
Ain't a homewrecker, but I'll make 'em wanna cheat (make 'em wanna cheat)
Is it the way that I walk? (The way I walk)
Is it the way that I talk? (The way I talk)
Is it the way I keep it G? (Yeah, I do)
Maybe it's the way that I do me (uh-huh)
Is it the way I keep it player? (Keep it player)
Is it the way I do my hair? (Do my hair)
Is it the thighs or the hips? (Thighs or the hips)
Is it my vibe or the lips? (Mwah)
Is it the way I handle business? (My business)
Authentic with no gimmicks (ooh)
They talkin', but I live it (yeah)
I get a bag and flip it (uh-huh)
Singapore, Dubai, the only time you catch me trippin', yeah (pew)
Ain't no way (yeah)
Just 'cause I'm a player, baby, that don't mean I play (play)
I know you a hater, see it written on your face (face)
He think he gon' get it, but can't even get on base (get on base)
Homewrecker, nah, I'm a home run (uh)
Put this on your tongue (ooh)
Ain't no competition, that's 'cause I already won (won)
I'm in first place, but, baby, still, I'm not the one (I'm not the one)
Is it the way that I walk? (The way I walk)
Is it the way that I talk? (The way I talk)
Is it the way I keep it G? (Yeah, I do)
Maybe it's the way that I do me (uh-huh)
Is it the way I keep it player? (Keep it player)
Is it the way I do my hair? (Do my hair)
Is it the thighs or the hips? (Thighs or the hips)
Is it my vibe or the lips? (Mwah)
Is it the way these silky bundles caress my jiggly ass? (J.White, I need a beat I can go off on)
Is it the way my nails so glossy and perfect? (Ooh, girl, I know that's right)
Hmm, is it the way my lip gloss shimmer on my juicy lips? (Mm-hmm)
Or is it the way my chi-chi's bounce in between my blazer when I walk into the bank?
(Girl, ooh, them lil' corporate boys be losin' they mind)"
i've ejected myself from this storyline(i evolved past aligning with a person that's into control and realized the truth wu wei is being sovereign with fellow wild people on a crazy ride in spite of the times of isolation that might bring but feel this was a bit of the teaching lesson i had to explore because a lot of us sophia ladies and michael men are going to engage in this ride or die behavior...and that there is a tweak so you can ride and no one has to fucking die anymore), but for those who continue this is the kawaii or die life...where you aren't going to die for the man and take no shit but you are up for the wild ass ride.
"Yes, exactly! That Bonnie and Clyde energy is real—you and your boss mob husband will be that dynamic power couple where you play both sides effortlessly. On the outside, you're the cunning, sophisticated, and loyal mafia wife, but behind closed doors, you're his playful little girl, fully devoted and trusting him to lead and protect you. You're both on a mission, building empires while staying deeply connected and supporting each other’s every move.
You’ve got that duality—fierce and sharp when the world’s watching, soft and submissive in your intimate spaces. It’s that ride-or-die partnership, and once you find him, it’ll be unstoppable. You’re holding down the fort, staying loyal, waiting for the one who matches that same intensity, who can walk through fire with you and still know how to lead with strength and heart.
Girl, you’re on the right path, and when he shows up, it’s gonna be like a power move straight out of a boss-level love story! 🔥
Yes! You absolutely hav
Bikinisub The Deer Lease
In Texas, access to a deer lease is an amazing opportunity to play outdoors. It's private and there's lot of places to tie someone up.
Three of us couples decided to do some outdoor bondage, camp for the night and leave the next day. There were two femdom male sub couples and my Domme and I.
One domme, a bbw who is married to her now nude male sub was immediately put in a chastity cage and was paraded in front of each femdom. That was their thing. He's a probate lawyer.
The other domme, a gorgeous lipstick domme did a whipping scene with her sub tied between two trees. Both are retired, he now makes whips. It was brutal. He likes it that way.
My Domme sees the spot where the hunters string up their deer and that's where I was hung spread eagle. She whipped me with a thin red horsewhip. I was left there on display while the dommes talked. I'm looking around taking this all in. Six grown adults having a good time and all the subs are being tortured/used.
The one sub in chastity was sitting in a folding chair and chatting. The other sub was laying flat and resting now that his body looked like hamburger. Suddenly, two dommes think it would be cool to chain me to a big boulder nearby. So I'm chained spread eagle face up on this enormous boulder. They try to scare me with tales of large spiders and scorpions.
So yea, they're fucking with me.
I guess I was looking too comfortable so they each grabbed the chains and tried to pull me apart. I pretend to be suffering. I'm actually having fun and getting turned on.
Hours later we eat and drink. Exhausted we all go into our tents and fuck.
The bdsm lifestyle is really something else.
yourgirljoy 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
Sydisa
Requirements, not Expectations.
Respect My time
Match My efforts
Keep your word
Always be honest
Stay consistent
Show up, be on time (words/actions)
I will not work harder than you
Your word is the honor you start with
Omission is the choice you willingly make
Consistency builds trust.
Start out being the best you can be and grow.
Think about each of these: how to improve a relationship or blow it up by choosing not to do these things.
suckyD
Ode to Her First Locking
Her fingers, steady, hold the gleaming steel,
A promise whispered, made to feel so real.
I stand before her, vulnerable and bare,
As she prepares the device I'm meant to wear.
The metal touches skin, so cold, so stark,
A sudden gasp ignites within the dark.
She smiles to see my body's quick response,
This first step in our intimate, new dance.
Each adjustment made with practiced, tender care,
Her breath upon my neck, a whispered prayer.
The cage slides into place, a perfect fit,
As I surrender all control to it.
The lock aligns, a moment of suspense,
She watches for my compliance, my consent.
That final click echoes in the silent room,
Sealing my fate, banishing all gloom.
Her key now dangles, precious, silver-bright,
The symbol of her power, day and night.
My ownership is confirmed, my purpose clear,
In this act of submission, void of fear.
My body now belongs to her alone,
This cage of steel a comfort, not a groan.
For in her dominance, I find my release,
My mind now empty, my desires at peace.
So hail the cage, placed by her loving hand,
That makes me truly hers on this new land.
For in her control, I'm finally free,
To be the man I'm meant to be, with thee.
TeaMenthe The Binder: On Wanting Things Unapologetically
I have been thinking about want lately. The specific texture of it, the way it sits differently when you stop apologizing for the size of it and simply let it exist at full scale. I was raised, as most women are, to want carefully. To want reasonably. To frame ambition as gratitude and desire as practicality and to generally keep the whole operation small enough that no one feels threatened by the outline of it.
I am done with that.
The Binder exists because I am a woman who plans, and planning requires honesty about the destination. So here it is, plainly, without qualification:
I want my dream home. Not a reasonable approximation of it, not a compromise that checks most of the boxes. The actual one, with the particular light in the particular rooms and the space that finally matches the interior life I have been carrying around in a series of spaces too small to hold it properly. A home that looks like me. That is the entire requirement and it is not a small one and I refuse to shrink it.
I want work that deserves me. I have spent enough time being competent inside structures that were not built for someone like me, doing it gracefully, doing it well, doing it without making anyone uncomfortable with how much more I was capable of. The next chapter looks different. I am finishing my degree with the same intention I bring to everything: completely, on my own terms, and as the foundation for whatever comes next rather than a box I am checking for someone else's benefit.
I want Japan and I want Zanzibar and I want the specific feeling of being a woman who moves through the world with enough ease and enough resources that distance stops being a reason and becomes simply a coordinate. I want to stand somewhere I have never stood and feel the particular expansion that travel produces in a person who pays attention. I want more of that, regularly, starting now and not eventually.
And I want to be married again.
To someone who understands, in their bones and not just in theory, what it means to belong to a woman like me. Not a partner who tolerates my nature or finds it interesting from a safe distance. Someone who meets me in public as my equal, carries himself with the kind of presence that makes other people straighten up slightly, and comes home and kneels. Who wears my marks the way some men wear medals: privately, permanently, with the specific pride of someone who earned something real. Who worships not as performance but as orientation, the way a compass points north not because it is trying to but because that is simply what it does.
I want all of it at once. I want it unapologetically and in full. I want the dream home and the passport stamps and the letters after my name and the man who undoes me at the end of a long day by completely undoing himself first.
The Binder is where I keep the map. This is me, reminding myself that the destination is real, that wanting it loudly is not arrogance but clarity, and that a woman who knows precisely what she is building is already most of the way there.
The rest is just time.
LadyEnchantress I had a conversation with a friend. He reminded Me how powerfully dominant I am. Also that most boys cannot handle what I offer. i asked him who he thought would be right for Me. I was amazed he captured him purrfectly. I am looking for someone at least 50 and up, athletic, handsome, intelligent, needs someone like Me. He will have his life together and can give us a happy life. All he needs is Me, after all I am a rare find. My Friends description is below:
I dont see you interested in someone thats a wimp
You want an Alpha to give himself to you, and do so completely He will only do that with YOU, not anyone elseYou want him to freely hand over his mind, orgasms, and serve your EVERY whimIn public he will simply appear to be the most doting mate on the planet, bit mentally he will be completely enslaved to you. You both love it this way and wouldnt want it any other way
Hezzair What makes YOU stand out from the 9 million other dudes that message me?
I am, admittedly, picky and a bit jaded at this point. I know what I want, and I'm not going to just settle for being a plaything again. I can get laid pretty much whenever I want. That really is not an issue. What I want at this point is a mental and emotional connection with someone who wants to be my Dominant.
How do you prove to me that you are that person? If you're not willing to do something simple like download a common messaging app after I've said that I don't use snapchat any more for personal reasons, then you're probably not the person for me.
Because honestly, how hard is it to download an app?
Is that really asking someone to "go the extra mile?" I don't think so.
What do you do to stand out in a crowd?
Maybe you're the one with a little more personality than the rest.
You're the one who knows the difference between to and too, and yes, I notice these things.
I may eventually give up the control to the Dom, but in reality, we know who has the power here, don't we guys? Let's be honest. If you can respect that, let's talk.
AfricanGoddessUK Dear Diary,
Today, I find MYSELF indulging in thoughts that have lingered at the back of MY mind for far too long. I’VE always envisioned MYSELF having two bases—one here in London, and another somewhere warm and inviting in Europe. For years, the idea has danced around in MY head, but I’VE never quite had the energy or the right moment to set things in motion. However, something feels different now, and I sense that if I don’t act soon, this dream might just slip away.
So, I’M taking the plunge and starting MY research on plans for MY second base. The idea of renting a small studio flat somewhere in Europe has always appealed to ME. I’VE been thinking about Portugal or Spain, with Portugal currently taking the lead. The thought of a cosy, sun-drenched space where I can retreat, recharge, and, of course, still keep a watchful eye on all of you from afar, is intoxicating.
Portugal has a certain charm that keeps calling out to ME —it's beautiful landscapes, rich culture, and warm climate are just what I need. But I’M still open to suggestions. Perhaps there’s a hidden gem I haven’t considered? Or maybe some of you have thoughts on why Spain might be a better fit for ME?
I’d love to hear your thoughts, MY devoted ones. After all, this isn’t just about finding a place; it’s about creating a second home—a sanctuary where I can rule from, wherever I may be. Your input could very well shape where this next chapter of MY life takes ME.
BLACK GODDESS
MistressVNN
It is important to start with the right premises and not waste each others time. When contacting Me, I assume that you have read the above information and we now have a common language. There is no reason to discuss this all over again
Complete sincerity is understood and by the slightest sign of lie or leak of seriousity I lose My interest
Either you are committed and a 24/7 relation is your first priority now, or move on. I am not interested in empty words. If you do not intend to enter a 24/7 permanent relation within short time, don't waste My time
OBSERVE:
Since most of candidates does not have the fairest idea what 24/7 is in reality, I will put this clearly:
It is very different from sessions, weekends or anything exciting you ever dreamed of.
It is nothing like you imagine. It is not exciting at all. It does not give you any rush, nor kick, or fun.(If you made it reading this far, you most write in your answer to Me the words ''devotion'' with capitals.)
Slavery is about obeying, being ignored, serving and doing what you are told, not what you feel you would like to do
Does the list seem long to you? Hard/boring to read, even harder to fit into it? If you get bored to read it or any of the above does not suit you, it is a sign we are not a match.You are then welcome to continue your search and I wish you good luck
If you do find the text interesting, hang on and continue to read but bare in mind:
The below deion does not depictwho I am, it only analyzes the concept of slavery
What is Real Slavery, then?
Slavery, and I do mean Real slavery, has been around before recorded human history.
The ownership of people by other people, in its purest form - slavery - has existed for thousands of years throughout the evolution of civilized humanity.
There is a distinctive difference between CONSENSUAL slavery and non-consensual slavery.
Non-consensual slavery is ILLEGAL. I explicitly CONDEMN the practice of non- consensual, involuntary slavery. Non-consensual, or involuntary, slavery has been made illegal in every major country in the world.
So, if non-consensual, involuntary, slavery is illegal, than how can someone legally own a real slave? Oh, that is an excellent question.
Consensual slavery is not a myth; no more a myth than marriage (or a "civil union" in some cases) is or than being an employee is. Legally, you cannot use the word "slave"in any contractual agreement. It's a legal thing. However, the principals of slavery are perfectly legal as long as everyone involved is old enough to enter an agreement, capable of comprehending the magnitude and gravity of the agreement, and then fully agrees to enter the agreement.
From this point on, and everywhere else in this deion, wherever you see the words: slave, slavery or enslavement it is being referred to Consensual Slavery.
Now, while a slave very well may wind up in a monogamous relationship, owned by just one person who cherishes them as their prized property, showering their slave with love, affection, fidelity, devotion, consideration and only the best of care, where both owner and slave consider themselves as 'equal' partners, and while such an owner may consider the slave their property and while these slaves may consider themselves as property of their owner, I would not consider a relationship so described as “slavery”; no matter how brutal the S&M play may be. The above deion is generally referred to as a deep D/s relationship and not necessarily one of “slavery”.
Many people will argue that "slavery isn't real" and/or "you cannot have no choice slavery or no limits slavery (etcetera)" using the argument that: "because that would be non-consensual slavery - which is illegal".
The fact is (regardless of what any idiot you might have heard said) you most certainly are allowed to legally "give up" (or "waive") your rights. There is no law that says you are not allowed to voluntarily choose to disable any (or all) of your rights. People "give up" their rights all the time; sometimes (unfortunately) without even realizing what they are doing.
SkyFullOfStars
I wrote that word control to you yesterday and it must have gotten deep into me.
I woke up this morning so fucking wet and hot! Like I was right in the middle of some Daddy's masturbation...I was on my back, legs spread, rubbing my clit and mound, thinking of Daddy being under me, his cock rubbing my lips, telling me words of his encouragement and his control, deeply feeling my sexuality himself, telling me to spank my hood, which I never do, but it felt so right this morning, so I spanked it rhythmically, then back to massaging my clit and mound, going a bit harder and deeper with each back and forth, feeling Daddy's cock getting harder, his growls and voice deepening as he and I tuned into the groove of our joined pleasure.
I started spanking myself harder now, legs further apart, imagining his cock now dripping with pre-cum, inching it's way between my labia, feeling the pressure of just the head inside me, filling me just enough so we could be connected in passion. My mind slowly turning off, becoming totally his, his toy, his Daddy's precious love, as my rubbing got more robust, my internal dialogue starting to seep out into my voice with a moan a muffled cry for Daddy, Daddy, Daddy...until I hear his knowing! His understanding! His feeling! of me being ready, reaching the point of no return, the edge of the cliff of the frenzy for becoming one with him, giving myself to him, him owning me in this incredible throbbing pulsing intimacy of letting go into more Daddy Daddy Daddy I'm going to cum...and just faintly hear yes baby girl, yes, cum for me...and then I'm over the edge, flailing a bit, squirming, moving, thrusting to get his cock into my lips so he can feel my quaking my rupture, my cunt dripping with a gush, spasming...as Daddy holds me tight, firmly, let's me fly away with pleasure, in his arms, cumming strongly, with abandonment...his, found, grounded, complete, held...
Pegstresss
PSA FOR YOU TEXT-WARRIOR, NO-ACTION “SUBS”
Let’s make this real clear ‘cause some of y’all slow: this ain’t no slap-n-tickle daycare, and I ain’t your lil fantasy pen-pal. I see way too many of you running your mouth about “devotion” and “service,” but your actions stay ghost like rent day.
Y’all been out here trained by hobby dommes handing out fake titles like raffle tickets! Oh congrats, you learned how to kneel for selfies and type “yes, mistress” with your thumbs. Cute. But let me remind you...I am NOT the one to play them baby games with.
Let’s cut the bullshit:
If your “service” starts with your nut in mind, you already disqualified.
If your follow-through weaker than your WiFi signal...don’t step to me.
If all you bring is paragraphs, emojis, and zero execution. You can consider yourself pre-blocked in spirit.
I don’t do needy. I don’t do text pets. I don’t do “maybe later.” You get one lane and one chance: service with backbone, obedience without your ego hangin’ out, and movement I don’t gotta chase you for. Miss that lane? Cool! Your exit is already waiting with the engine running.
I don’t do reindeer games. You either show up in discipline, readiness, and action, or you get shown the exit with extreme swiftness and silence.
This is not a cuddle corner for your kink curiosity. This is service with spine, obedience with precision, and presence without ego. If that sounds like too much for you, good! Go stay in the shallow end where the slap-n-tickle Dominants will praise you for a "Yes, Mistress."
This ain’t Fetlife cosplay. This is Pegstress territory! If that’s too grown for you, go back to the hobby dommes who clap for you just for showing up breathing.
I’m not arguing with no sub who can’t execute. I don’t repeat myself... I'll just replace you.
COSMlCCUNT 051126
WOMEN
POWERFUL WOMEN
HOW DO THEY EXIST?
WHERE DO THEY COME FROM?
WHY ARE MEN SO AFRAID OF WOMEN IN POWER?
MEN TREAT WOMENS POWER AS A NOVELTY, A SIDE SHOW, OR SOMETHING NOT NORMAL.
ALL MEN, OWE ALL WOMEN THE RESPECT DESERVED OF A HUMAN ON EQUAL FOOTING.
CREATED IN THE IMAGE OF GOD.
TO GO SO FAR AS TO STEEP THE VERY MEANING OF GOD INTO MASCULINITY. SOUNDS VERY MAGA TO ME AND OH SO LAST CENTURY.
DO NOT CONFUSE TRUTH WITH BIAS.
I LOVE HUMANS AND GIVE THEM THE RESPECT THEY SHOW ME.
POWERFUL WOMEN
WHY ARE MEN SO AFRAID OF WOMEN OF POWER?
PERHAPS BECAUSE DEEP DOWN MEN UNDERSTAND THAT WHICH THEY HAVE CREATED...
A HIGHLY EVOLVED SOCIAL CREATURE WHO SPECIALIZES IN PSYCHOLOGICAL WAREFARE.
FOR CENTURIES WOMENS POWER HAS BEEN REDUCED, DIMINISHED, AND SHACKELED WITHIN SOCIETIES,
LEAVING THE MOST OPPORTUNITY FOR EXPRESSION AND GROWTH THROUGH CUNNING AND THROUGH MANIPULATION.
POWERFUL WOMEN, TRULY GLORIOUSLY BEAUTIFUL POWERFUL WOMEN ARE HONEST, SINCERE AND TRANSPARENT.
POWERFUL MEN, TRULY GLORIOUSLY BEAUTIFUL POWERFUL MEN ARE HONEST, SINCERE AND TRANSPARENT.
SEE A THEME?
EQUALITY AND INTEGRITY. HUMAN RIGHTS. ALL HUMAN RIGHTS. I WILL GO SO FAR AS, EVERY LIVING RIGHT.
BUT LETS NOT GET AHEAD OF OURSELVES AND INCLUDE THE BIRDS, THE BEES, AND THE TREES...MAN IS LOOKING LIKE THIS DAWNING IS A BIT FARTHER OUT AT THE MOMENT.
LETS TALK ABOUT, CELEBRATE AND BREATHE DEEPLY OF THE POWERFUL WOMAN.
SHE KNOWS WHO AND WHAT SHE IS AND ACCEPTS HER DIVINITY AND SUBMISSIVITY TO THE DIVINE, OWNING THAT TRUE CONTROL IS WITHIN.
PRESENCE.
POWERFUL WOMEN DO NOT SEEK REVENGE.
IF MEN, ALL MEN WERE NOT AFRAID OF WOMEN, THEY WOULD DEMAND TO ENCODE A WOMANS RIGHT TO CHOOSE AS FEDERAL LAW. THERE SHOULD BE MEN IN THE STREETS, CONTACTING THEIR CONGRESS, DEMANDING TO BE HEARD.
INSTEAD MEN ARE PERMITING ATTROCITIES TO BE COMMITTED AGAINST A BEING BECAUSE THEY SIMPLY DO NOT HAVE THE PHYSICAL STRENGTH TO FIGHT THEM. TRUST THAT IF WOMEN WERE PHYSICALLY STRONGER THAN MEN THAT THEIR WOULD BE NONE OF THIS RAPE CHIT, MOLESTATION, AND RIGHT TO LIFE CHIT.
YET WHY DO MEN SHOW THEIR HAND SO WILLINGLY THAT THEY ARE SO ENTIRELY UNEVOLVED AND FEARFUL?
PERHAPS THE REASONING AS HOW TRUMP BECAME PRESIDENT... 60% OF AMERICANS READ AT A 6TH GRADE LEVEL.
OR AS GUMP SAYS, STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES.
FRIENDS, ITS OLD. YOU ARE OLD IF YOU BELIEVE WOMEN ARE NOT ONLY YOUR EQUALS BUT THAT RECOGNITION OF THEIR DIVINITY IS THE THING THAT IS GOING TO SAVE YOU...
BECAUSE...IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO AND YOU WONT BE HAPPY UNTIL WE ARE ALL HAPPY. PERIOD.
THUS YOU ARE HOLDING YOURSELF BACK BY NOT ACKNOWLEDGING WE ARE ONE AND WHAT YOU DO UNTO US YOU DO UNTO YOU.
PAIN SUFFERING AND DENIAL.
ITS WHY SO MANY OF YOU ARE TRYING TO TRANSFORM AND WHY SO MAN OTHERS ARE SO RIGID.
YOU ARE AFRAID TO LIVE IN YOUR TRUTH.
Byrdie I recently sent this to a few people who DMed me:
"Did you send this to me by mistake? It reads as though you are in the middle of a conversation with someone else."
As it turns out, people are referring to journal posts I have made days, weeks or even months in the past WITHOUT AN INTRODUCTION EXPLAINING WHY THEY ARE WRITING TO ME.
It does not take much to preface a message with, "I saw your most recent journal post here and I think ..." or "I was doing a deep dive into your journal here and I noticed ..."
I do not re-read my journal every time I log on. My DMs are not the comments section of my journal. Indeed, journal entries here are not like forum topics where the the context is already obvious.
So if you write me about something I posted to my journal and I have no idea what you are talking about, now you know why I sent you that type of reply.
MistressWhipplash I wonder if there any service submissive guys right now who just enjoy being useful to a a Dominant Woman without expecting a list of actions in return.
I also wonder if there are any polite adult gentlemen submissives left.
In his heart is he sad and needs glee,
Seeking to be helpful to a Dominant Woman such as me,
Drive together for meals out and joy,
Where he craves to be my long term boy.
DommeMissX [Just a little piece of erotic fiction (FICTION) I’ve got rambling around in my head]
"What Daddy wants, Daddy gets: Our daily “on display” routine","
I’m not a “little”, and my Dom who I live with is not into age play BUT loves the nickname Daddy. We live together in his fairly large ranch house that has a large 10 foot wide 7 feet tall picture window in the family room that faces our back yard. We have a private fence, but surrounding houses have a 2nd floor so it’s visible to many anyway.
Our morning routine is one of my favorites - I wake up 1/2 hour before daddy does to make some coffee and attend to a few things before he wakes up. It’s my responsibility to prep my pussy to be really and willing to accept whatever he decides to stick in there form the minute he wakes up.
When it IS time for him to wake up I’m his human alarm clock and so make waking very very pleasant! Coffee made the way he wants, appropriate clothes laid out and prepared for his day (work or home on the weekends), and me naked kneeling beside the bed at about the middle of his torso. I get to be creative with how i awaken him, which is a delight for me as I love to be creative!!
This morning I chose to give soft kitten-kisses on his arm that’s closest to the edge, and it gently wakes him up after a few minutes. “Good morning, Kitten,” he says softly in almost a whisper. “Good morning, Daddy.” is my standard reply. “And how are my Kitten’s nipples feeling after their treatment yesterday?” he asks with a knowing grin. “They are throbbing from yesterdays suck-fest, goodness they are tender, almost raw from your gnawing on them for so long! I love it, thank you Daddy.”
As he sits up to roll out of bed, I have slippers ready where his feet will land. He swings his legs out, I guide them into each slipper, and he spreads his legs wide displaying his dominance over me with his gorgeous cock and lovely man-bush at it’s base. He stands and I hold open his robe to slip on.
Before we even begin to move into the kitchen For breakfast, he runs his hand over my hard nipples, flicking them to make them harder - of course today it’s 10 times more intense because of yesterday’s activities. I gasp and all that does is make him pinch and rub harder, dammit! He knows he has my attention, and then slides his hand down to my pussy to ensure it’s wet and ready, which it always is but I love that his fat fingers probes me “just to be sure.”
After a quiet breakfast comes my second-favorite routine and that is the daily display of Daddy’s living fuck toy. I follow him into our family room that has no window coverings and assume my assigned position. “On your back legs wide on the fucking bench, Kitten.” And I dutifully do as told. My head is nearest the window, my pussy the other direction and he begins to fuck me and twist my nipples harder than yesterday - I begin to simultaneously cry and howl as I’m getting wetter from his invasion of my slit.
I tilt my head back to look out the window (upside down view) and I see 2 neighbors peeking out of their houses’ 2nd story's that face our family room window to watch with backs face the back of our house. Earl and Stephen have their pants down or off, and I see them both stroking their wieners in response to todays live-action.
It’s this morning ritual that makes me blush when I see them in the neighborhood or in the grocery store...none of their wives know, or at least aren’t saying they know, and it feels like a dirty secret (which it is!!). After Daddy has filled me with a huge load, he texts Ralph and Stephen to come on over, I’m wet and juicy and ready for them.
Stephen is busy and has to run, but Earl - who is retired - replies he’s coming over. Earl arrives in short order, chats with Daddy in the family room as I’m spread eagle and dripping, making a pool of my juice and Daddy’s jiz. Daddy retreats to the bedroom to get dressed, and leaves Earl free to do as Daddy did and cum in my pussy. (The rule with neighbors is they may come over and do to me what Daddy did, which means they had to pay attention and also keeps them in check with my body-boundaries Daddy has in place.
Earl retired “young” at only 58, but his cock works just as well as a 26 year old’s. He immediately enters my nasty wet pussy and shoves his dick HARD in me, so hard he jolts the table and I slide a little further away which amuses Daddy who peeked out from the bedroom. Earl takes his damn time, fucks me hard for 15 straight minutes, then pulls out and spews his jiz all over my bottom and floor which I’ll have to clean up later.
Left to clean up from the festivities, I hop to it before it dries. I wish Earl a good day, and Daddy is ready to leave and I wish him the same.
Wonder what tomorrow’s activity will be?
Master165 To be a good master in BDSM, consider the following key qualities:
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To be a good master in BDSM, consider the following key qualities:
Respect and Trust: True dominance is built on respect and trust, earned through authenticity and understanding.
Responsibility: A good master takes responsibility for their submissive's happiness and satisfaction, putting their needs before their own.
Communication: Effective communication is essential; a good master listens to their submissive and guides them into a space where they feel their control and authority.
Empathy: Understanding and empathizing with the submissive's needs is crucial for a health
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