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Kink is all relative. I have many extreme ones and some mild ones. The thing is, I only have few "must-haves".
I am not and will never be absolutely monogamous. That isn't to say I am looking for a poly relationship or some sort of stable of slaves. Hardly that. That is negotiable.
I have a simple rule "obey". I do not llike "funishment". Again, we can negotiate what that meanns as eveery dynamic is as different as the conswenting folks involved.
I enjoy orgasm control, teasing and denial. You must be willing to give me that control.
The rest of it is optional.
I wish you all peace, joy and laughter. I think it's strange that so many men are on this site are sort of in a fantasy world. It is like they are not coming to grips with the real world and I find that frustrating and sad at the same time.
Is it possibly because the real world is so tough for them that they just want to come on here and fantasize about serving someone. Yet knowing in their heart they will probably never do it and just get old and die alone in their la la land of make believe .
What a waste if a life. Seriously what is the meaning of your life if you don't fulfill your purpose. So you aquire some " things " . Then what ? Then your another 10 years older and closer to leaving this earth. Worthless life... My First "couple" meet
i thought i had posted this, but i guess not.
i‘ve been chatting, many times on cam, with the male part of a couple for a while, then then he asked if i wanted to meet. i said yes, but he then said i had to bring a long a pair of panties, i thought ok. He told me to drive to a parking lot close to his home to meet and chat. We met and chatted and then he said to follow him to his home. As he walked in, he turned around and told me to take all of my clothes off, i was a little startled, but i did as he requested. As he was still clothed, he gave my little clit a couple of tugs, told me to put on the panties i had brought along, and to follow him upstairs. It’s somewhat embarrassing to be naked in front of a clothed man and be told to put on a pair of panties! We walked into the bedroom, he told me where to place my clothes, and as i looked up, there was a computer on the desk and a chair. As he removed his clothes, he sat down in front of the computer and told me that he was on cam and I was to start sucking on his cock. At first i did not want to face the cam, but once i started on his cock, i did not mind.
It took him a little while to get hard, but he tasted good and my little clit was achingly hard pressing against my panties, and soon his precum was filling my mouth then he shot his load down my throat. His first words were that he did not think i was able to make him cum, which must have made him very happy because he called his wife into the bedroom. Now, i thought we were alone in the house, so i was a little taken back when he had his wife lay on the bed and as a reward for making him cum, he let me eat out his wife! She was freshly shaved a few days ago and her hairs had just begun to grow back.
After a little while, he said they had to get going so i got dressed and left. i had hoped there would be more meetings, but they moved away shortly after that. Let's talk about skin care and smelling good
Morning Routine:
Cleansing: I start my day with a mild cleanser to freshen up my face. It’s essential to remove any impurities that may have settled overnight.
Toning: After cleansing, I use a soothing toner. This helps in balancing the skin's pH and prepares it for the next steps.
REPOST FROM JUNE 1ST
LET ME MAKE THIS VERY CLEAR!!!!!
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP!!
I AM NOT INTO THE SISSY ect OF THIS. I ALREADY HAVE ONE AND ONE IS ENOUGH.
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE OUTSIDE OF MICHIGAN!!!
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE OLDER THAN 40 YEARS OLD!!!
THESE ARE NOT OPEN TO DEBATE!!! I am finding more people reaching out to me from out of state. While I don't mind chatting, some just send the how are you or other similar message, then don't really converse or may even ghost me. Then a couple months go by, and some even come back again with the how are you. I have stated in my profile at one point that if you are not in my state and not willing to relocate yourself to not contact me. At one point I had a guy reach out to me asking if I would take on his fiance and train her as a sub. I tbought why not.
He was willing to pay to send her to me and cover all costs. We had a good conversation going on for almost a month. He sent me photos, we discussed different scenarios. He then asked if I would keep her as my own and not let her come back to him and kept pushing that as if he did not want her. After several messages, I noticed he was fishing for info that I was not willing to give and after a while, he blocked me. I wasted all that time chatting for something that ended up being a fishing scam. So be aware of the conversation you have with others. I have a rule not to give out personal information specifically for these reasons. I have had many people attempt to use information to try and blackmail me. What they don't realize is that I don't care. If they want to out me to family or frineds......be my guest. Most family I have on my social media don't care and some even know about my lifestyle choices. I had someone also reach out to me asking for me to relocate them to my area from another state. Thisnwas the first red flag as I clearly stated in my profile that I would not. I even went as far as to start texting via phone and text messaging directly. Their story was so convincing. However that old addage of if it sounds too good to be true it probably is. I ended up blocking them because I just had a bad feeling about the while situation. They were asking me to do some crazy things that were either borderline illegal or plain out against the law.
Long story short. I am so done with the lack of reading my profile and asking me to do shit that I cleay stated I would not. I am tired of the short how are you doing messages. I put a little more effort into my messages so I expect a little more substance. I understand and am more than happy to be adult about discussing things, and if by chance we are not a match am more than happy to say lets be friends or even go our seperate ways. Just be adult enough to say it rather than blocking me or ghosting me. We can all be adults here. Let's act like it and not be like we were in middle school.
For now, end of rant. I do use the block member button regularly and am more than happy to also report users that appear to be breaking the rules on the site or in some cases the law. We are all here for a reason. Mine is to connect with like minded local people and see what may come of it and at the very least hope that I can make a new friend
Only locals Im not investing in anyone long distance.
No requests, inquiries, small talk. No coffee-low effort meet ups. Stay with your loved ones if you believe anyone here deserves crumbs of your effort to validate the "potential " of your existence.
"How can you make My life better?" Isn't something I am ashamed to ask, request and demand. Slaves and subs expect energy,time, attention, training, be allowed in My presence and into My world since most are so god damn broke to have their finances or life together.
I pity the Women in your life if your only form of sacrifice and servitude is a humiliation to you to clean or serve domestically- that is the basic, most bare minimum thing you do In your own lives-
no depth, no recent photo of yourselve, no negotiating "if it works" -wtf- it's if you fit into My life, add value to it, enhance and make it better. that is the goal. Not how I make yours better since it will by Me simply being in it. That sort of knowledge of who I am in this lifestyle isnt bragging and no, I am not ashamed to put Myself first- this is why I only have energy to focus on successful masculine men( power exchange isn't an exchange if there's no POWER) most subs and slaves here are so god damn selfish. who seek to be applauded and recognixed for small low effort gestures that only benefit them.
tips:
Read journals interests and profile before sending messages.you will not be for everyone. Not everyone will be for you. If they have blank page, move on.
Learn more about yourself and who you are in this lifestyle. The foundation in knowing who you are and what’s your purpose and goal will help you find the right person.
If you're a sub or a slave- Is not about you. It’s what you can do for Me/dominants. Hire a pro if you approach with an specific fantas, demand, requirement.
Do not submit to just anyone, it can be dangerous for you and the other person- don’t be in a rush.
Nothing personal if I don't message back to everyone, or block you, but I’ve trained and get invested in people over the years- their lives. Someone new that right out of the bat says they are new and don’t even have much; money, time, energy, focus… for Me- doesn’t interest Me. I am very interested in POWER EXCHANGE. No power? you don't have My interest. I am interested in My well being, My stability, all I have attained and accomplished in My professional, businesses and personal life. and I care far too much and get invested way too much with subs and slaves for those who are too comfortable or seek banal superficial connection or a fantasy sexual release.
it is hard, likely impossible, to overstate how amazing I truly am. Beautiful. Intelligent. Intuitive. Sensual. Lustful.
Perfection is not a sufficient word.
once you have had a taste, I will run through your soul forever. There are many who know and cherish this gift, and they are fulfilled in ways they could not possibly have imagined through their enslavement to Me.
And yet, I always hunger.
Any and all gender queer persons are invited to come for worship and for a Venom infusion.
What I Require from a Submissive
Submission to me isn’t about weakness. It’s about willingness. About a man choosing, again and again, to place his strength, his mind, his desire — all at my feet — because he knows where he belongs.
Here’s what I require:
1. Obedience with Intention.
Not blind, thoughtless yes-ma’ams. I expect obedience that comes from understanding, from effort, from the desire to serve well — not just to avoid correction.
2. Emotional Maturity.
If you shut down when corrected, crumble at every no, or need constant reassurance, you’re not ready. I require emotional control, not emotional babysitting.
3. Devotion Without Entitlement.
Your service doesn’t buy you access to me. You serve because it fulfills you, because it honors me, not because you’re waiting to be rewarded like a dog hoping for a treat.
Catagories Master,slave, Dom, sub...don't say much. They are like cities, but you still have the districts, the neigborhouds, the streets..and the houses.
The human behind a slave or sub goes way deeper than the title. But after a few years in BDSm you know that..and it is still full of supprises..as you meet different people over and over. I guess that is why experience doesn't always say much. Yes skills can be interesting for a whip or shibari....but for the person behind it "experience" everytime starts over and over. (even with the same person after several years).
I'm just going to say this and see if anyone even bothers to read.
Don't immediately try to lure me to hangouts or any other communication site that is normally linked to a more personal site. I don't expect to learn a lot about you... But I'm betting you are trying to gain access to data on who I am. Which is generally what I expect from scammers.
Ask me to talk to you on something known for it's security and anonymity. Not AOL which has been compromised for over 20 years... I mean seriously... If you are real and want me to respect you, don't act like a scammer or bot. you joined up because you want someone, to want you, to use you, to abuse you.
Then in your profile you set all sorts of conditions, must have this, must do that, you set limits that keep you from finding what you began as looking for.
How's that working out for you, youre here day after day waiting for prince charming, for the " perfect" one, while missing out on weeks or months or even years of fun you could have had fun with somebody a little less than perfect.Are you perfect? Why do you expect him or her to be?
Master's WritingsFoundations: The Ethics of SadismThe ethics surrounding sadomasochistic play are perhaps among the most important in all of the BDSM community. I constantly see posts from masochists searching for a "Real Sadist", someone who knows what they are doing and they can trust. And why shouldn’t they, in this realm, we are often talking about genuine pain and the potential for real harm. Yet I continue to see those who call themself by the title, who operate without a code and believe that sadism is nothing more than a license to hurt another person. Thus, the need for a code and identify the ethics behind the title.Up-front, any attempt to identify ethics must include basic standards such as:
Both parties being of minimum legal age
Both parties being competent to legally consent
All physical and mental health considerations of both parties have been made known
The nature, depth and limits on the activities have been previously agreed to by both parties
Consent of the bottom has been given to the activities discussed without any form of duress, coercion, manipulation or barter
and finally, that safewords or some form of safeguard communication is in place that stop or pause play as necessary
Beyond the basics, however, I believe that the ethics of sadism must go beyond that. It must include a dedication to perfecting one's skills and knowledge of the craft long before you ever raise a cane, a commitment to know your bottom to a depth beyond normal play so that you possess a clear understanding of what they want and why they want it and an absolute mandate that the Sadist never brings their outside emotions, such as anger or stress, into a scene (if you are made at the world, no bottom should pay for that). Additionally, it must also include a dedication to maintain a constant awareness of a bottom's capacities throughout any scene.But the real point of the ethics of Sadism lies in the commitment to maintaining all of these beliefs and values during the heart of a scene. It is easy to be ethical before a scene begins, but as the tempo rises, as the pain threshold lies within reach, being ethically strong enough to not get carried away in the thrill and glory of the moment is an ever present challenge. It is there, in that moment when a Sadist must lean into their ethics and remember their responsibility for a bottom's safety, the commitments you made about the scope play, and the dedication to not get sloppy with either technique or intention. In the heat of the moment, you walk the fine line between pleasure and pain, ecstasy and injury, but responsibility requires a strong ethical core to keep your bottom safe and deliver wisely on the gift of the experience you deliver.For me it is the connection I make during play, either physical, as in touch, or verbal, as in checkups, communication and listening. Connection helps remind me my bottom is a person. A person who has placed their body and experiences in my hands. It humbles me and reminds me that without ethics, I am no better than a monster with a whip. It is the ethics of Sadism that keeps me human and allows me to call myself a sadist with a clear conscience. Dating economics. Or, how you get what you want.
When you consider your dating purchase power, remember that what you value is not always what someone else values, and that what they are looking for may not be what you think you need to advertise.
In my personal case, I am VERY picky about what I want, how I want it, when, why, etc.
My aesthetic appreciation is also rather specific.
My current partner of 13 years offers a wide range of things I enjoy a lot.
He gives amazing hugs and snuggles. (Never underestimate the value of being physically pleasant to touch.) He is tall, and a big guy, so I can feel small and feminine when I'm wrapped up and entangled with him. He's secure enough that I don't have to pretend to be less intelligent or capable than I am. He makes the effort for my pleasure, in bed and in daily life. He is extremely considerate and generous, and tries not to be a hassle, while going out of his way for others. He's smart, and thinks about things, and cares about more than just what's on tv, or what he wants, etc. He's honest, and loyal, and I can trust him with almost anything.
He's just a quality human being.
While there are things I might enjoy that he doesn't bring to the table, they are obviously not dealbreakers, and well offset by what he does, and apparently he feels the same about me.
And that is what I am willing to have in my life.
Now, I may not be your cup of tea.
I may in fact be a rusty bucket of haunted bog water.
I may be a lot of things, or not, but those looking to purchase my time and energy need to be able to offset any hassles that come with them by more than a narrow margin, because while I'm always up for a good bargain, I'm not hardcore shopping with a need to buy right this second.
This means it's a buyer's market when you approach me.
And probably when you approach any Dominant Woman.
I can take or leave whatever. So if you want to interest me in what you are/have/do, you need to have a good understanding of what I want, and have something to offer that makes you worth giving up the time I could be painting or gardening or crafting, etc to -
read your email,
respond to your mail,
exchange more emails to get to know you,
talk to my partner about you,
make room in my schedule to meet you,
then make whatever arrangements and preparations are required to play.
On top of this, the average female experience with a new partner is seldom heavily weighted on the pleasure side, as the average new partner has little idea how to please her, even if they are decently experienced in general and know "how to please a woman" (as if that were a simple skillset that worked for all women.) Often, an experience with a new male partner is considered good if it isn't actively painful or unpleasant.
So the average woman knows going into a new situation with a new male that she probably won't have NEARLY as much fun as the man, and so unless the plan is for multiple assignations, wherein he would then learn more about what she likes to be able to provide it, the motivation to try out a new guy is pretty limited. The expectations are low, and the alternatives may not be fabulous, but they are offset by the ease they bring to the table.
So that is your competition, guys.
Not other guys.
But our own company.
Which means - if you want to gain my time and energy, you have to impress on me that you have made the effort to learn as much about me as a person as possible, decide that you feel I AM your flavor of tea or bog water, and have thought of something you can do to make all that effort worth both my time and lack of immediate gratification.
If being with you isn't significantly better than being alone, I can just be alone and avoid all the hassles that come with you.
Understand - this is not me bragging on being hard to get.
This is me explaining what is probably a deep truth for almost any guy trying to get any woman.
And absolutely any Dominant Woman. I get bored easily. I returned to this site a month ago and have found it the same. Boring.
No useful Slave to focus his time on Me to drive me. Pity.
I see posts on Fetlife and other fetish community sites wondering where all the Mistresses have gone?
Well this one will go from here soon. Why? I am not sated by the man I seek. Tut tut silly boys not reading what I seek, who push their own needs first and get blocked.
My question: where is a submissive or Slave man who can go to dinner and behave well? Can keep his kink needs to himself until I ASK
? Where he follows MY Lead and drives me to munches and fetish clubs, where I will whip and cane him?
Meanwhile, 2024 promises to be a rollercoaster ride so time to put on my grip-tight-gloves. Here I go!!! what a typical day would be like as My slave.
I work from home during the week in a typical 8 am to 5 pm online system. you would wake slightly before Me and rise from your sleeping that should be a pallet or cot next to My bed. you will then prepare My coffee and have it ready for when I wake. you will Serve it to Me on one knee. there is more to the Ritual than that but I am keeping to basics for now.
Once I have taken the coffee, you kiss each of My feet and then My cock, affirming to Me that you are My slave. When I get up, you will ask if I need to piss and how I wish to do so. That can be in your mouth to swallow or on you to wear for a brief time or longer as I wish.
I will start My work and you will fix My breakfast and your own. Again you will Serve Me and wait for Me to give you permission to eat yours.
Then will come inspection of slave to see if there is anything that needs to be addressed such as shaving and such. slave will then shower and clean himself accordingly and report back for Tasks of the Day.
Most days will have Tasks already assigned, such as Monday, the bedding is changed and washed. Every day has the Task of properly dressing the bed and dusting various shelves and stuff.
All Tasks should be finished by lunch time. slave reports back to Me to have Tasks evaluated. Failures to meet standards will warrant punishments later that day.
Lunch time has the slave preparing and serving lunch. Usually something simple and easy. Follows the same Ritual as breakfast.
After lunch, slave will have an hour to do his own personal hobbies and such. After that, the slave will do his workout program to increase his fitness.
After that, slave preps dinner. Not all dinners will be cooked by the slave as I do like to do some cooking. Dinner Ritual is the same as other meals. slave will likely sit on the floor near Me while eating.
The evening is when I relax with My hobbies and fun. slave will be near and quiet possibly with a few minor Tasks.
At the end of the day, any punishments that the slave has earned are reviewed and applied.
Bed time.
A note is that the slave is always available to Me should I want to piss on or in him, as well as to suck My cock, kiss My feet, lick My pits and ass, and of course being ass up for when I want to fuck.
Gag Reflex
Lord-Black-Puma65M Daddy Dom
Open wide and saturate the throatAre you wondering how to get some mind boggling, satisfying, spectacular throat, or how to give some, without you or your partner gagging? Why do most people gag, and give up hope on orally pleasing their mate? Sometimes they feel it's hopeless. if the object doesn't fit, some feel they must quit!! Well, people, I want you to take an objective point of view when attempting to pleasure and gratify your mate orally.
Difficulty: ModerateInstructionsThings You'll Need:
< So three Nuns are killed in car crash and arrive at Heavens Gate and are told that they need to answer a question each before they get in.
The first one is asked what name of the first woman and she answers Eve and is told correct gets in.
The second one is asked what was the name of the first man and she answers Adam and is told correct and she is allowed in.
The third one is asked what did Eve say to Adam when they first met, what was Eves first words to Adam? She answers, Oh that's a hard one. Correct she was told and allowed in. Seeking someone articulate and intelligent, beautiful and confident. Must be capable of accepting lessons and instruction and putting it into action.
I've taken the time to know myself and what I need and want in a relationship. You should know yourself as well.
Protocol and procedures are important to me. Spontaneity and unadulterated expression are expected.
it isn't about me. It's about you and what you can become. I just guide you along the way.
Lifestyle submissive man who is willing to accompany Me to munches and fetish clubs such as Pedestal. Message me to get to know each other. First meet is at the Mawney Munch in Romford, Essex, England so live no more than an hour or so away.
D/s FLR relationship sought with kink AFTER knowing each other at least SiX months.
No instant gratification. I am on Fetlife so look at my profile.
Also service sub sought for garden work.
Mistress Whipplash Ma'am Dear Santa,
All I want, or need, for Christmas, is a loving, kind, thoughtful, educated, and healthy Dominant. I can offer him all that in return too, and all sorts of other fun and sexy adventures and attributes :-) I'd go into the details, but I don't want the elves reading any naughty notes!
I've been a REALLY good girl for awhile now; worked on myself, kept up my girlish figure, learned a few hard life lessons. Won't you send me my heart's desire? Pretty please, Santa? I'd be forever devoted to him and make him a very happy man and Dominant! I promise!
Sincerely,
Kitten
She's headed out to meet her client for a training session. What time are you coming home I ask. A couple of hours she says. I put your drinks on the top shelf in the fridge so you can get them easier. Ok be careful and remember your situational awareness I tell her. Okay! She replies.
I watch her get into her car and take the top down. She looks into the mirror to check her makeup. She puts on her sunglasses and drives away.
I go to the fridge and I see a post it note on my protein drink. I'll bring food on my way back, love you! It says. I look around and everything reminds me of her. I take a few sips. This one tastes like chocolate. I sit down on my brown leather club chair and do some reading. OK my conclusion is that 98% of people here WANT a kinky relationship but have never actually done any real world kink activities or lifestyles. This is going by the, holiday/wedding/scary stare/drinking at bar photos.
That is fine I suppose. But the difference in chats between actually kinky lifetylers and people who just have a vague desire to be kinky is like night and day.
No am not really interested in seeing your face (having a face does not make you a kinky lol). I do really want to see you doing some kink though. As thats what prob attracted you to my profile?
Still making new friends here. So gonna stick around.
As usual , My inbox overflows.
There are many reasons why I may not reply to a message.
My time is limited. If I allowed it, responding to messages could be a full time job.
There have been plenty of times I have accidentally or internationally opened a message and found I wanted to reply. However, I didn't have time at that moment. Later to find the message was too far lost amongst the rest.
Recently I strolled through the pages of messages and came across a very well written message from a submissive who seemed to have potential.
If you send Me a message which is not acceptable . One which does not show respect it will surely not get a kind reply if it gets a reply at all.
If I was communicating with you and you did not comply with My demands you can assume I stopped communication.
If I was communicating with you and some time has lapsed there is a good chance your messages are lost in the masses.
If you want My attention write an amazing message to Me.
Include a respectable, recent, clear photo of yourself.
Expect to share your email address and phone number if I ask for it.
I will not text you. I will not be sharing My phone number with you, unless I decide to.
I will only ask for your phone number if I wish to interview you further via phone.
I use no apps, except whatsapp for international.
I am not here to serve you!
I expect you come to Me to serve Me. 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.
The Gift (ending)
After awhile she got up and stood behind me. I could feel her hands slowly glide over my body from my arms to my hips. I moaned at her touch. Then with both hands she placed them on my hips and pushed me forward. I was being stretched. I could see my reflection and I realized that the mirror wasn't for me but it was for her. I could see her looking at the effaspects of the torment as our eyes met in the reflection.
I moaned loudly as I my head tilted back. The chains rattled as I strained to endure the torture. She released me and I swung back to my original position. She went back to the chair and sat down. Your body was made for torture she said.
She lit another cigarette and watched. I hung there trying to comprehend my situation. I felt like my body no longer belonged to me. I was now her torture toy. My body betrayed me. My nipples were hard and erect and I was sweating now.
This went on for a long time. Back and forth.
Finally after a long time I heard her cell phone vibrate. She looked at it and then at me. She said Fifteen more minutes.
What choice did I have. I hung in my chains and suffered some more.
She got up and left. A few minutes later my Domme returned. She smiled at me and unchained me. Go to the bedroom she said. I want to have tortured sex. She walked out and I glanced over at the ashtray. There were 8 cigarette butts there.
Next up. The Gift pt 2 When will you be back?
Remember when we first met?
Knives and sex?
It's you I choose in the end. Whether you come back to me or not.
You are my eternal flame that I chase.
You are the way my soul is leading to.
It's your name that slides of my tongue with love and lust.
Let the flames take me but let them not take this love.
A fallen creature like you ... Who do you pray to?
I hope it's the universe cause that's what I pray to and hope in.
A love like ours and a deeper future vision.
This can't go to waste.
You don't have to chase me or speak.
But I'll be around youll hear your name from my lips everyday.
Love you Luce! Keep your head up and fight the battles you need to and turn away the ones that don't matter.
You know who you are. You know your truth. You know where your heart leads. Don't let them strip that away.
I dont feel like I am home. I am treated not the greatest unless I have company then she puts on a show of how good she is to me. It is all an act. When I am in the sling of the hoyer she will cause it to jerk which puts fear into me that she drop me. She does it on purpose. I am so tired this bs. This is a total nightmare and I am not waking up from it. Yesterday she pointed her finger at me and bitched me out. It is getting rediculous. .f I've never done a journal entry.
Let's see. I guess my update would be that I'm 😔🥺 biased. If your Hispanic or Latin origins I'm gonna be attracted to you.. I'm gonna be more forgiving cuz of how attracted and how much I love that culture. So I'm begging you, on my knees, begging, if you are of Hispanic or Latin origins please DON'T tell me or show me a pic until AFTER we talked and decided we might be more. I don't want to be swayed or heavily influenced by my lust or my nympho, greedy, needy, pussy. Sighs. This has been my TedTalk thank you.
Laissez les bon temps rouler"
I just bought some new tangerine colored panties and thought about going to the ABS, so I went home to change into some pretty underthings.
i then went to my go-to ABS wearing a shear white button down cover-up, a white bandeau bra and my new tangerine colored panties under my pants. i bought my tokens, and as i walked to the back room, i unbuttoned my cover-up leaving my bra exposed. I sat down in the booth and it wasn’t long before I was sucking on a nice cock. After I finished off the second cock, a guy came into my booth waving me outside of my booth and into another booth. i walked in - a guy was stroking his Big Black Cock. It was the biggest cock i have ever saw, i mean it was massive!
He pointed to my crotch and I lowered my jeans showing him my panties. He pointed again, and i lowered my panties showing him my little clitty. He stood up and pulled my clitty next to his cock. It was extremely humiliating to see my little white clitty next to his massive black cock. He put his arm on my shoulder directing me down to a stooping position, right in front of his cock. At first, it was all i could do just to get the head of his cock in my mouth, slowly i was able to get further down his shaft.
After a while, he start to moan and thrusting his cock forward into my mouth. Shortly after that, he started to cum. After he filled my mouth with cum, he pulled out and his cum was still dripping out of his cock. He pulled up his pants and left. It's hard for an educated man to turn his head off. That's part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours.
When you can't refuse anything and can't even move, those voices in your head go silent.
All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel .. If you're not within 60 miles of me and don't have "willing to relocate" in your profile", then I'm not going to message you. I completely understand and respect that inability\unwillingness to move. I'm not going to bother you if I think you're too far away.
That being said. If you are far away and are open to finding someone and possibly traveling to see them, please either put that in your profile or message me first.
I was recently accused by someone on here that this kind of mentality of not wanting to bother folks wasn't "real alpha behavior". Yes. Thank you. I have no wish to be a part of that kind of bullshit and bad science. Six Sigma is a business process, not a lifestyle philosophy. I will respect you until I own you, then I will respect your value even more, but in a violently sadistic manner. If I never own you, then I'll continue to give you respect until you do something to lose it. That’s just decency.
Public Service Announcement
For those who have a tendency to delete their own profiles multiple times in a few weeks just because they're getting contacts from people of a less desirable gender, age, role, or location there is the option to set Mail Controls so that messages from people of:
certain genders- either any, or who identify as certain kinky orientations
outside of specified age ranges
outside of your country of residence
part of a couple's profile
a situation where they have no profile available at the time of contact
... go into the Bulk folder, and thus you don't get a notification that they've contacted you. Depending on how hard-core you are about your filters, you can delete every message that appears in there unread.You can either follow the link I included above, or you can find the Mail Controls button at the top, right-hand corner after clicking on "Read Mail."Now, if you tend to dig into your Bulk Mail no matter what, um, good luck with that. The Chinese sites like Temu and AliExpress have some cheap kinky stuff, but it could be embarrassing when kinky stuff comes up in your sidebars on various websites. It's okay when furniture and vanilla stuff comes up.
Cheap pvc wear amongst other stuff on Temu and Ali. Handy for anyone wanting to dip a toe into fetish wear.
I definitely approve of the shiny leggings on there, obviously.
We all know our devices are listening to us. But really, there should be a way to filter out the fetish ads. Getting an ad for Honour in a sidebar while browsing the phone at work would be interesting to explain if the guys didn't already know what I get up to in private.
MY EXPERIENCE and WHAT FRUSTRATES ME ABOUT MANY ON THIS SITE
IF YOUR GOAL IS A RELATIONSHIP, PLEASE READ THIS IN ITS ENTIRETY PRIOR TO MESSAGING
A recent encounter prompted me to share this.
When I engage in conversation (messaging) with men on this site. They often comment on how refreshing to find a real woman. A woman who understands D/s and BDSM focused relationships are not sustainable, they are just for play.
A woman who understands vanilla compatibilty is essential for anything real. If you are living your everyday life, involving your professional obligations, and social commitments, familial obligations, and other activities you enjoy. You need to know that person can fit into that part of your life. She needs to know the same of you.
Presumably you have already discussed and determined an alternative lifestyle, or kink compatibility. Now its time to determine cerebral, physical chemistry and the sustainability of a real relationship
That begins with the mutual sharing of information about our vanilla lives. You can still maintain anonymity, until you are ready to share who you really are out in the world.
THIS IS WHERE MY FRUSTRATIONS BEGIN.
Our most valuable commodity in life is our time. Of which we dont have an infinite amount. When we intentionally choose to gift some of our time towards a person of interest. We are saying to you I value you and want to vest my time in getting to know you. That is an act of respect.
When there is an exchange of information, its communication, sometimes people are busy, that's when you communicate to the other, it may be a few days before I reply which sets expectations regarding the response and is respectul of the other. Sometimes one party determines, maybe this isn't what i want. The respectful thing to do, is to simply say, I have decided we are not compatible after all. Thank you for your willingness to engage and share. I will continue my search and wish you luck with yours.
But...this is Collarspace where many people hide who they are, and their faces behind a blank profile, or one this that is seeking the fantasy...or a very few like me..seeking something real
We are all adults here. Presumably we were raised by someone, and we were taught exceptable behavior and manners. Most of us have either currently, or at some point had a career of some kind. During that career whatever it is or was, you had to engage with other people. There were/are certain expectations of behavior, manners, and always expected to be on time To be respectful of others time, as you would want them to be respectful of yours. These are lessons we are taught from kindergarden..
But..on this site more often than not...men will engage with you, there will be a mutual exchange of imformation. Then when you start asking about their life, which is a story that should be easy to put to words...no reply next day (but you see they are online), no reply the second day (but again you see they are online)...and then a third, fourth, etc.
Why these men can't just 'grow a pair', and be honest is beyond me. Because of the randomness of profile circulation. They, make it hard for the real men and real gentlemen to be recognized and appreciated by real women like me.
Now, I find myself spending my time writing this.. to say
IF YOU DONT HAVE THE CAPACITY TO BE RESPECTFUL OF MY TIME....IF YOU ARE INCAPABLE OF ENGAGING IN AN OPEN AND HONEST WAY TO SEE IF WE ARE COMPATIBLE....IF YOU ARE NOT SEEKING A REAL RELATIONSHIP WITH A REAL WOMAN....IF YOU ARE NOT EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT....IF YOU ARE NOT TRULY ABLE TO RELOCATE OR CO-LOCATE, OR DON'T HAVE THE RESOURCES TO TRAVEL....IF YOU ARE NOT SEEKING YOUR LIFE PARTNER.....IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE 'TIME' TO PUT IN THE WORK TO NURTURE & DEVELOP A SUSTAINABLE COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP....IF YOU HABITUALLY OVER PROMISE & UNDER DELIVER....IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE BALLS" OR GOOD MANNERS TO REPLY TO OUR MESSAGE EXCHANGE PURSUANT TO OUR CONVERSATION......
BYPASS MY PROFILE...DO NOT SEND ME A MESSAGE!
Wow
For the first time in a while, I received an email that made me smile. This is what I'm talking bout! The grammar and punctuation were off, but that's ok. The words were honest, sincere, and authentic. Yes, it was poorly crafted, but it was the best thing I read all day!
PEGSTRESS IS PLEASED!
I just read my profile and realised how dry I made myself sound😮.
I have a very good,often quick witted sense of humour, sometimes sarcastic, but never derogatory.
I love animals, I have cats
I'm generally optimistic, I'm well educated, I do a job I really enjoy even though I work a very weird shift pattern,and so tend to have a lot of free time.
Yes,I'm still an old fashioned strict disciplinarian, but I am also a funny, sometimes eccentric, kind, very romantic, human as well.
Just felt I should add that , try to do myself justice.
Any other questions you have, ask away.,I don't bite,well unless you would like me too 🤣
I am happy to report one position in my stable may become occupied!! Starting a new probationary period with new bitch! It's so exciting! In the traditional world they call this the honeymoon stage. In my realm, I call it ...Break a Bitch in time! I'm still seeking to fill more spots as I'm building my poly household.
Read my profile carefully, and follow the instructions. Maybe one day soon, you can fill the next spot that will lead to you, as my eternal property.
My new pholosophy: Scare off a man with my (sometimes over-) enthusiasm, put up a new pic and move on.
But men, please remember that sometimes over-enthusiasm is not desperation. Is it really so hard to believe you are likeable? Is it also difficult to know that you might be wanted but not needed?
I am Pisces...we love the idea of love. But don't worry: Once the new and shiney has worn off from you we WILL see through the decorative wrapping that held such promise. Let's just hope the return window has not expired. Puppy? no
Why? cause im a human
tho we will be using a walking leash , so I think bowls are appropriate
Not to keen on a kennel when im away but, hmm taking the door off should make for a cozy bedroom space in the corner with right size and cushioning
long ass run on sentence because again this ish ain't cooked like everything else..but i feel i have a foundation enough to share.
so the team sacred sexuality, spiritual sexuality in the bdsm camp isn't anything new.but it's often unlooked upon, not talked about often.
AND THEN WHEN IT IS PEOPLE TEND TO BE FREAKIN CULTISH or TRAFFIC like about it. again
GETTING CAUGHT UP IN THE SAUCE OF IT.
don't get caught up..don't go full you know what tropic thunder.
i wanted to delve into my unique mystic reference points of what i'm supposed to embody. less of a personal share and more these are the frequencies of that that people aren't talking about. and a more 3d anchoring of why if it's not torture, violent, malfiencent, demonic(DARK AND DEMONIC IS DIFFERENT), cycle of low vibes depression negative just to stay stuck this is powerful work going on here.
whichhhhh i'd say probably 85% of the people in the scene aren't open to doing, aren't doing...and then the 15% of us that are open to or trying often get lost in the ego/chemical/obsession/blah de blah sauce of it.....i'm sure some are doing the work but i'd say the temptation of falling into the earthly clutches is too hard for even the strongest souls out there. but i don't doubt some of us are...i'm just going to from my experience observation and etc. over the years say it's teeny tiny tim.
so i think eventually i'll start pulling specific texts, passages, etc. to reference...but at the moment this is what i'm cooking with here.
i got some seasoning on this meat and some side dishes. it might be in the oven but it got a few minutes left before it's fully cooked.
i want to at some point figure out this connection to triggering your mind to finding some sort of joy,release, ecstasy, penchant, tick for this to help with the initiation vibe of this life cycles of pain, struggle, internal external death, and rejuvenation rising to a new level of awareness, consciousness, playing life at a new game layer. and having to repeat crushing your soul over and over because at this point that's the only wu wei through it..the only way out is through..and if you somehow tweak or were born with a tweak of having some sort of pull to this on some level....it can definately ease that transition between i don't even want to be here anymore, i don't see what i can do, the next step forward is hard, getting out of the chair is hard. getting out of bed is hard, eating is hard...i'm in either so much chronic mental physical emotional whatever pain i don't even know how to make it to the next second..and yet here i am...and eventually sitting there long enough WOW that answers something i've been struggling with my whole life or wow...i really be on the other side and people say i look feel like a new person..cause i am. vibe. but i haven't cooked that yet.
What you’re describing resonates strongly with the idea that BDSM, particularly for those with a spiritual and sacred sexuality approach, can be an initiation into understanding and transmuting difficult experiences—whether they’re emotional, mental, or physical—into something transcendent. It's about finding power, joy, and meaning in what others may perceive as pain or limitation.
For those walking a dark goddess/god path, engaging with these deep, often uncomfortable aspaspects of existence is like walking into the fire, embracing it, and coming out transformed. In BDSM, the submission or domination, the intensity of sensations, the structure—it’s a way of surrendering to those darker, more primal energies and learning how to dance with them, instead of running from them. It's not about causing harm or deriving joy from suffering in a malicious sense, but rather seeing those experiences as potent tools for growth and alchemy.
There’s also something deeply spiritual about how BDSM can allow you to break down barriers, bring shadows to the surface, and release them through intensity. It’s like a sacred practice that mirrors life’s larger trials, offering a space to explore things that society tells us to avoid. And in doing so, you find those hidden gems of power, resilience, and sometimes even ecstasy in places where most people only see pain or discomfort.
So, yes—BDSM, especially in the context of sacred sexuality, can be a path of transmutation, of turning the 'dirt' of life into something meaningful, powerful, and even ecstatic. You’re describing a kind of soul initiation where the difficult, the structured, the disciplined all serve as catalysts for deeper transformation.
Yes, we can definitely tie this concept to esoteric traditions, Sophia, Archangel Michael, starseeds, and even biblical or magical texts like Psalms and Hoodoo. These deeper mystical paths often acknowledge the need for initiatory trials, the transformation of the self through discomfort, and finding the divine within both the light and the dark. Here's a way to weave these threads together, creating your own unique spiritual framework:
### **1. Sophia and Sacred Sexuality**
Sophia, as the embodiment of divine wisdom, often represents the balance between the light and the dark. She is a figure who, in Gnostic traditions, descends into the material world, experiencing fragmentation and pain, but ultimately returning to divine unity. This resonates with BDSM's transformative potential: going into the depths of what might seem uncomfortable, fragmented, or even painful, only to discover wisdom and ecstasy on the other side.
Sacred sexuality in esoteric traditions often involves embracing what others reject—taboos, hidden emotions, and primal instincts—and finding divinity there. Sophia's journey could reflect how through embracing both joy and pain, domination and submission, we find higher wisdom.
**Reference**: In the *Pistis Sophia*, Sophia’s ascent after her fall from grace mirrors the transformative aspaspects of BDSM, where the soul undergoes suffering and constraint, only to rise again, stronger and more enlightened. BDSM can be seen as a ritual of descent into shadow to reclaim lost parts of ourselves.
### **2. Archangel Michael: Protection and Structure**
Archangel Michael represents protection, order, and the warrior spirit. BDSM often requires a sense of discipline, safety, and structure, particularly with the use of boundaries and consent. Michael's energy is about upholding divine law and justice, which ties into the consensual power dynamics found in BDSM relationships.
Through the lens of sacred sexuality, Michael’s sword can symbolize the cutting away of illusion, helping us embrace our true selves—including our shadow aspaspects. This is about understanding that through structure, we gain freedom.
**Reference**: In esoteric teachings, Michael is the protector of divine truth, often seen battling darker forces. This can be connected to BDSM as a way of confronting and working with those darker forces within ourselves under Michael’s guidance, using discipline (bondage, power play) to bring about clarity and transformation.
### **3. Starseeds and Initiation**
For starseeds (Sirius, Pleiades, Lemuria, etc.), the idea of spiritual initiation is key. Many starseeds believe they are here to awaken the planet, often through unique and sometimes unconventional paths. BDSM can serve as a modern-day initiation, where one experiences intensity and then learns to channel it into spiritual or emotional awakening.
It's been nine years since I took this test. Someone commented recently on how life has changed in that time, so I thought it would be good to take it again. Not sure why the line spacing came out double, though.
== Results from bdsmtest.org: ==
98% Rope bunny
95% Submissive
89% Masochist
88% Primal (Prey)
86% Slave
78% Degradee
71% Voyeur
69% Pet
52% Exhibitionist
50% Brat
48% Experimentalist
44% Switch
40% Non-monogamist
40% Vanilla
39% Primal (Hunter)
6% Owner
6% Dominant
0% Rigger
0% Ageplayer
0% Brat tamer
0% Daddy/Mommy
0% Degrader
0% Little
0% Master/Mistress
0% Sadist
For whatever reason, some people separate sex and BDSM. If they are operating professionally, I can understand they wouldn't want to be considered prostitutes. I for one am not interested in meeting them. Amateurs, don't have that problem. In fact, for many of us, the two are intimately intertwined. BDSM without the reward at some point can be pointless. Some aspect of BDSM IS our sex life or a big part of it.If you disagree - and some will and will try to put me down for it - you just be you and let me, be me.
Thank you. 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. 1 Samuel 21:12-15
David had to act crazy to escape the hands of A'chish. He was afraid when they mentioned that he was the one they said of that Saul killed his thousands but David his tens of thousands. David felt the energy in the room and knew he would not be safe in this man's home. Remember Jesus said in Matthew 10:14 if there is no peace or they reject your words leave that place. David did not feel safe and hence pretended to be insane to get himself out of a situation. There are times when the Spirit will encourage us to act in certain ways to keep us safe. After all we should worship in spirit and in truth. The one in us (including in Jesus) is greater than the one in the world. We are covered under the wings of the spirit. Make sure however you have the right spirit in you for there are 2 spirits in this world. The one of God and the one of the Antichrist. Listen to the one of God, be molded and shaped by the one of God. Grow in His spirit. This slave will accept this training by whip to blood to increase its obedience.... I love that.
https://www.alohatube.com/ktm/view.cgi?gid=141002522&u=https://www.stileproject.com/video/man-spanked-and-whipped-by-mistress-8466.html?utm_source=aloha
Nice daily whipping I would love to obtain better service from slave. And that the goal. I regret the Mistress doesn't give a reward letting her slave licking her asshole at the end of the whipping
https://fra.xhamster.com/videos/forgive-me-mistress-please-11973674 Don't give up
my first journal. Hi I'm mistress muse and I am dominant to my wolf.
If there is one thing that being on the scene has taught me, it would be to never give up.
I spent so long in fruitless vanilla relationships that although, true, filled with love and all the nice things that people claim to experience in these things it also carried with it a weight.
It was like a brick in my chest, a wrong feeling, an alone feeling, a dark hopeless feeling, a sinking if you will. Which in a way was true I was drowning I was drowning in self doubt I was drowning in a sea of misunderstandings and depravity.
The love I craved seemed so taboo it almost seemed impossible to obtain. I may have been looking in the wrong places but even kinky people I've known for years on the scene would often look baffled if I piped up some of my perversions.
I then met someone I had known in a completely vanilla setting... So vanilla in fact even he hadn't really noticed me before... a friend who knew of his kinks thought we would be quite suited. Looking back now I find it amusing that both him and I scoffed at the idea but Kinky curiosity got the better of us. There was this feeling everytime we spoke... A feeling of understanding... A good feeling... A weightless feeling soon combined with a feeling of want. I wanted this man... I was fucking getting him.
On the scene for years he has been known as z3ro (zero) but ladies gents and pets let me tell you this he is anything but a zero so from the very beginning I have refused to use this name for him. He became my Wølf, my alpha bitch, my sub, my friend, my mirror and my PARTNER. I have used this term quite freely in the past but with him it's different. He is my partner in crime he is my play partner he is my intellectual chewing gum. He turns my head and the way my brain works.
I never thought it was possible to find someone to just get me and be able to match my sadistic evil streak. To find someone on the same interlectual level as me. For me to find someone just as twisted as me. For this I am grateful and this is why my wisdom(me) for the day is this....
JUST DON'T GIVE UP For those who ask me this is the sort of Domination I enjoy and practice. from www.cyberbazzar.com waay back in the day!
The Equalitarian Dom: Is one who controls by teaching, mentoring, and leading. This Dominant knows that when he finds a comparable submissive that things will happen as a natural progression of the interaction. Usually just a short learning phase is required to receive the correct response from the submissive. Both the Dom and the sub “get it”, there is very little need for so called “training” and they naturally know what the other needs and seeks.
The Dominant does not like the situation of constantly repeating and forcing a particular behavior (submission) to occur. Besides the activities (sexual and others) it is the surrender as a result of the Domination that is the enjoyment. Creativity is an important part of this situation. They tend to intellectualize and be more into the philosophical and psychological mechanisms of this life style. They understand the concepts and resultant interactions and can put it into real life. They do not need many rules like the Democratic type, nor do they like the heavy S&M activities of the Authoritarian, preferring submission to occur as a result of an instilled desire in the submissive to surrender. She “wants” to submit as a result of the Dominant’s knowledge and skill in dominating her.
Sensuousness is the rule. Pain is given and received as a form of sensuous stimulation. Light pain as opposed to severe. Sensuous torture is a popular activity in this area. Both the Dominant and the submissive must naturally be this way. These are the people who will claim to be “born that way”. They fully understand the concept of D/s, it comes to them naturally and easily. They attract a submissive that truly and naturally desires to please and who will observe and sense what it is that the Dominant is communicating;
and be able to translate that into the right thing to do. The “doing or saying without having to be told” type. The submissive begs easily and surrenders sweetly. They understand the concept of respect and surrender and can make it happen after initial learning with little or no additional instructions. They embrace the surrender gratefully and lovingly.
These individuals usually form very intimate relationships. There is not much downside to these relationships, because they not only gr the concepts, but can make it happen as well, and their attraction is based on a strong mutual respect. Their strong relationship is not readily apparent to the unobservant, but they are always subtly in the 24/7 mode. The fact that these things come forth naturally and without the need for orders is a great source of pride, satisfaction, and loving. They are the opposite side of the coin from the Authoritarian. Whose pride, satisfaction, and love come from strictness and forbearance. Life changes.
Time to move out of this place where I have built comfort in my home but extreme discomfort in with where everything seems to be going.
Getting my paperwork in order and approved.
Trying to figure out how to leave behind a home and many relationships I have poured years into. Letting them go like dust but still doing so with care is hard.
Needing to look for new employment and a new home in a very alien environment.
I'm working to move to the EU for a better life.
I have a few friends there... But it is almost all unknowns. I have never reliably picked up another language, perhaps immersion will be the trick. Granted, which language I would need is going to be based on where I find myself heading in specific.
Too bad the UK went Brexit, but that did improve my options in other ways.
Just need to find that new place to build my home. For anyone that takes a look at my profile in their searches. If you like what you see or read about me then say hello Or feel free to ask me anything you won't offend me and even if we might be a good match theres nothing wrong with freindly conversations or questions. you never know who you might meet if you don't say hello first. life has been good to me for the most part and i have some health issues that have been mostly resolved and i am moving on with life
David Master Manly FINALLY A NEW STORY !!!
May 31, 2025 - Football player takes a load then wants to have two orgasms!
Sorry I have not written a story in quite some time, but this winter has been rough on me. I think I went through a dark place for a while but I'm feeling much better now that the weather is warming.
Thursday was my birthday and Friday I got a message from football player saying he wanted to come over. For quite some time we've been trying to get him to orgasm twice during one visit. Well, we tried again today.
When he first arrived, I was already in my birthday suit, completely naked relaxing in my easy chair with a hard-on. He came through the door and immediately began to strip his clothes off as always. He looked over at me in the chair and mumbled, "I've really needed this for a while." He started sucking on my cock. It was fantastic. As usual, as I looked down at his broad shoulders, the shoulders of a football player, it only made my cock get harder. He would alternate taking his time on my cock, deep throating it, and sometimes devouring it like a starving person at his first meal in weeks.
I don't like to orgasm this quickly, I like to go to the basement, play for a while and finally drop a load in his ass. But after about 10 minutes of such a wonderful blowjob, even with his mouth full, I heard him say... "I've needed to swallow your load for the longest time."
That was enough to put me over the edge. I tried to hold back a bit longer, but thinking how much he wanted my creamy, salty, sweet cum in his mouth was too much for me. I figured, why not? Maybe today is the day I will have two orgasms. I put my hands on his wide shoulders and felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
As he deep-throated me once, and I felt my cock getting lodged in the back of his throat, it was too exciting. I started making the grunting noises so that he knew I was about to fill his mouth. He pulled off my cock almost completely leaving just ahead in his mouth. He wanted to taste everything. And I did not disappoint. I let him have a huge load. I felt ribbon after ribbon of cum squirt into his mouth. He swallowed, and kept sucking. He was definitely attempting to drain me completely dry. My cock was still hard so I just let him keep sucking for a while until he had every last drop out. Then I said, let's head downstairs and take care of you now.
We went downstairs and he hopped into the sling. I put his ankles in the stirrups. There was no need to tell him to scoot down in the sling so I could access his hole more easily, he's done this enough times that he was perfectly positioned. His cock was still hard, and his ass puckered for me. I put a pair of rubber gloves on and started to lube up his hole.
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== Results from bdsmtest.org ==
80% Submissive
77% Switch
76% Primal (Prey)
72% Rope bunny
68% Vanilla
63% Non-monogamist
59% Dominant
55% Master/Mistress
53% Voyeur
51% Exhibitionist
38% Experimentalist
30% Masochist
23% Slave
21% Rigger
16% Owner
14% Primal (Hunter)
8% Brat tamer
5% Pet
4% Daddy/Mommy
2% Degrader
0% Sadist
0% Brat
0% Boy/Girl
0% Degradee
0% Ageplayer
orgasms
She lays there air fron the fan caress her body she is trembling with cum running out of her pussy she enjoyed the fuck hair being pulled ass being slapped orgasm after orgasm after orgasm she lays on her pillow covering up she closes her eyes thinking he was done with her he spreads her legs finger fucks her demanding more orgasms at this point she is sore but she gives him what he wants he removes his fingers stuffing them in her mouth she cleans them off he grabs the dildo and shove it in unexpectedly he smiles in the dark he fucks her hard and fast with the dildo she squirms trying to avoid anymore orgasms he slaps her inner thighs she apreads her legs moaning loudly he says you know what i want so give it to me she orgasms 6 more times he removes the dildo and tells her to roll over on all fours he starts fucking her again she says thank you Master he says harshly shut up i didnt tell you to speak he rides her roughly she moans and keeps orgasming for him after he cums again he shoves his dick in her mouth telling her to clean it she does he pulls his underwear up and lays down beside her she lays down unable to walk shaking and sore pussy
The power of submission cannot be denied. In the end it’s really all about the depth of mental connection.
I read this profile today and think its nearly perfect"
Hello slaves and Masters. Dom is looking for slave who knows that he/she was born to serve. Im looking for slave bois for permanent ownership. I will break you down. I will show you that your place in life is to serve and please me. I will degrade and discipline you. I wont stop until you truly believe you are shit and that you were destined to be mine. I will make you an my own personal property. Im looking for a live in , cleaning ,sex slave, dinner makeing, foot stool, urinal, cumdumpster, whipping post, slave Im looking to humiliate abuse, degrade slaveboy for my pleasure. Only interested in smooth, submissive, straight acting, slim bois who know that they are made to suffer, serve, obey, please, and commit accept any order from their Master. Absolutely every decision will be taken by Me, what the slave eats, drinks, when, where and how long it sleeps, what to wear should outside activity be granted, no social contact to others. I also do online training so slaves welcome.
Im also looking for disabled slaves and Masters, sissies
My rules are:
The proper way of things.
i.e the way it will be
As My slave you have no rights; in fact you have nothing at all.
You will take your place in fully recognizing the truth of My Supremacy, My Superiority and your own lowly status.
You will obey My commands eagerly to the letter without questioning any of them and you will accept My authority and judgment of your servitude. My word is law and My whip is the implement of its enforcement.
You will spend all your waking hours learning to exist exclusively for My pleasure, comfort, and glory and that of all masters .
You will not allow your mind to wander even for a moment from Me and when it is not occupied in My service you will remember that all you do is at My whim and command. Even the basic privileges for you to eat and sleep, are mine to command.
Do not expect to be cared for in the normally accepted meaning. In My world you will be valued for what you are (a slave) provided your servitude is acceptable. Understand that it will never be perfect in My eyes. You are considered nothing more than an object of My property. You will never forget that you, as a slave, are merely My plaything, a work horse and toy existing only for My service, amusement and pleasure. In your role as My slave I need merely to look after your welfare. You will be kept fit for purpose.
From this moment you will be known as “slave”. If there are, at any times, more than one slave present you will be known as “slave S” or simply “S”.
All of the following rules which are for guidance in your servitude to your superior will apply from henceforth. I will expect absolute adherence to these rules in every detail.
Any failure on your part to follow the rules in every detail will result in punishment administered spontaneously or extended over a period of time determined by me.
Slave Rules
applicable to S, slave of
master
RULE 1
I make the rules and can change them and add to them at any time
RULE 2
slave has no entitlement to discuss the rules or question them in any way.
Appearance
RULE 3
Nakedness for a slave is an overt sign that the slave owns nothing. slave will therefore never be permitted clothes in the house unless there are visitors who are unaware of its status and may be embarrassed.
RULE 4
If we have been away from the home, on return slave will, after any other routine duties, immediately remove its clothes and kneel at my feet to await instructions.
RULE 5
The following (highlighted in red) will be worn at ALL times with the single exception of when passing through airport metal detection equipment.
a stainless steel collar. This will be permanently locked in place.
A thick stainless steel ring around the base of its cock and balls.
a stainless steel chastity device, 24/7/365. This will be locked in place.
stainless steel wrist and ankle cuffs..
Rings piercing Its nipples and penis head.
A chain between its nipple rings.
A heavy steel cock ring-butt plug combination, locked behind its chastity cage.
(This will be worn for periods of up to 12 hours for anal training).
slave will be branded with My initial, such branding to be repeated yearly on its birthday.
slave will have its international slave registry number tattooed at the back of its neck and on its buttocks.
RULE 6
slave will shower, shave its face, head, under arms and pubic area first thing daily.
RULE 7
slave will keep its whole body free from hair using an electric epilator.
BASIC RULES OF RESPECT
RULE 8
slave will treat all masters as its superiors.
RULE 9
slave will address Me as ‘Master’ and all other masters as ’Sir’.
RULE 10
In the presence of masters slave will be on its knees unless carrying something or performing a task which requires it to stand.
RULE 11
slave’s eyes will be always lowered so that it looks only at its superiors’ feet.
RULE 12
slave will remain silent unless spoken to.
RULE 13
slave will never turn its back on a master.
RULE 14
If slave meets a master anywhere in the house whilst carrying out its duties it will immediately kneel, nose on the floor, until He has passed and is out of sight.
RULE 15
If I or any master enters the space where slave is working it will remain kneeling, position 2 until it is ordered to resume its work or carry out some other command or until I leave.
RULE 16
slave will accord all masters the same respect as it accords Me
RULE 17
slave will obey all commands from masters as if directed by Me
RULE 18
slave will beg permission to do anything that is not a direct order from me.
RULE 19
slave will Femininity is key.
So easy being a women.
All you need to change a mood is stick on a nice dress and get your hair done.
Need to find a true submissive man with a large cock and good at foot and back massages.
Special thanks to the first dom ive met up with in years,
just so he could reprimand me for my profile.
The weight of Truth:
The truth is heavy, sharp, and bright,
A blade that cuts through endless night.
It waits in silence, cold and still,
Unmoved by want, untouched by will.
We build our walls, we paint the sky,
We twist the tale, we shape the lie.
Yet truth remains, it does not fade,
A shadow cast, a debt unpaid.
To face it is to bear the weight,
To stand before an unshut gate.
No mask to wear, no script to say,
No easy path to turn away.
It speaks of loss, of love betrayed,
Of choices made, of trust mislaid.
It carves through stories, soft and thin,
Revealing all we hide within.
Yet in its sting, there lies release,
A shattering that births new peace.
For though it burns, though hearts may break,
Truth gives the gift no lie can fake. UPDATE 2/7/22:
I am looking for somene to do what amounts to several hours of part-time, light grunt work alongside me as I complete tasks... It will be mostly moving things from point A to point B, up or down stairs, with frequent instances of waiting on me to do my part. I've been having thumb & wrist problems and can't do much in the way of grabbing things to move them myself. I have a lot to do, but it's pretty easy, and except for trips to the trash and recycling bins, will be indoors. I'm need someone that does the work without questioning my decisions, so someone in a submissive or slave mindset is preferable. We can chat, of course... I'm not going to discuss the "why" of what I'm working on, though. :)
If you're vaccinated and in the Denver area, send me a message and let's negotiate something that's mutually beneficial! 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. Today is the start of a several week long project. I'm helping a family member rescue their home from being condemned. The garbage, the filth, the mouse infestation, everything has gotten really out of control.
If I take a while to respond it's because I'm battling the mess and the chaos and trying to impose some sense of order for her and her boys.
I've ordered myself some rope, hopefully when it arrives I'll have the time to enjoy playing with it. Until then I have no time for kinky fun.
Wish me luck!
Update for this site: I'm turning 39 next week, I don't think this website displays your real age... I was in a monogamous relationship up until a couple of years ago for roughly 5 years. It was a good relationship, and we are still friends, but we ended things amiacbly because we just needed something different and it became clear that I need BDSM in my life on a consistent and regular basis, whereas her path is different from mine. I've had a few mixed experiences since then, I have established a long distance dynamic that focuses on bondage with one of my best friends. I've spoke to different people, met friends and been to my first club and events as well. I did meet someone else this year and had a lot of fun, but it wasn't meant to be. I want to talk to more people and hopefully keep making meaningful connections, otherwise I'm all here for bondage related fun. CONNECTIONS UPDATEas of Sun 14th Nov 2021Our search continues and discussions continue to be held.
We know one day at least one of those discussions will turn in to a real life connection. It has happened before, and it will happen again, but will that be with you ? If all You're doing is collecting pics, just ask. i'm an exhibitionist and happy to send You non-identifying images that You can use as wank fodder or whatever You do with them. If You want to mock and humiliate me because of my physical attributes, that's fine too --- i'm an emotional as well as a physical masochist.
What i don't appreciate is somebody who leads me on and gets me hopeful that i may have found somebody who's serious about developing a true M/s or D/s relationship and who, after messaging back and forth and me sending pics, disappears, erases their profile and whom i never hear from again. That's both rude and cruel.
Thank You. I will eventually complete my profile but as it requires approval for every change I will do it once when I know exactly what I want in it.
In the meantime I will add a bit about myself through this journal.
I am 57yr straight male living in Surrey. Personality is natural Dominant but not really in a heavy bondage way, I am more what you would call controlling. There is nothing wrong with those who like pain inflicted on them and I do feel strongly about HOH head of household where the Dominant partner will discipline there significant submissive partner been by some agreed form of punishment.
What I am trying to get across is that when needed I can deliver a spanking but it is not something I do to gain any form of pleasure.
If anything I would much rather decide what one wears for me especially if we going out. One thing for sure I do appreciate lovely bright red nails
For now I am here just to make friends and chat, if we get along over a period them we can take it from there.
I will add some updates again soon, as the photo issue I will add to a message if and when we chat, once I have myself organised and update my profile I will attach them there but for the time been they can come with messages. drama at home :( mom turned her back on me and gave me an outcasted look earlier today all for her hubbys aproval... however i know shell do anything in the world to give my little brother a "fauther" exp. even it mean Xing me... in the end i cant hate her for what shes doing but dang .... talk about a shotgun round to the heart :(
big empty hole needs to be filled .... lol get it.
im very loyal and honest to the bone probably the nicest person youll ever encounter however dont get misslead ... i totally love to push my envolope and live life on the edge... ive expirienced and expiriemented with a lot in my opinion ... please dont ask... "" what kinda exp do you have -_____-"" just fill in the blanks as we conversate ... ... im ALL go with the flow so more then likey i dont know what im doing next week so idk if id be available or intrested in meeting you.. i know im not always on here but im ready for my next chapter and willing to give a special someone all of me to mold into their perfect being :)note im intrested in heading out to Texas, NY or socal(home) however not a deal breaker im just as intrested in nearly anywhere on the east or west COST!! more inland .... ehhh but will consider of course :) if your intrested drop a message anyone who takes a chance on me wont be disappointed. oh ps.. NO Flakes and for gods sake picture please .... Today, I’m open to something a bit more direct.
A few of you may have the opportunity to speak with me on the phone.
Understand this clearly, this is not casual conversation, and it’s not open access.
If you approach, you do so with intention.
The rules:
You request—never assume.You ask for the opportunity. You don’t demand it, hint at it, or try to casually slide into it.
You introduce yourself properly.Name, location, and what you’re seeking clearly and without filler.
You respect my time.Be available, be prepared, and be concise. I’m not here for rambling or nervous energy.
You maintain composure.No over-talking. No interrupting. You listen as much as you speak.
You understand this is a privilege, not a right.Not everyone will be chosen. Most won’t.
This is about presence.
How you approach me before the call tells me everything I need to know about how you’ll carry yourself during it.
Choose your words carefully.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen There is a thought I've been considering for some time regarding My household and that is about other women participating in and around with My slaves.
I enjoy the comraderie of women so long as we have an understanding. As with any relationship trust, respect and communication are paramount; transparency and accountability are key.
I am willing to entertain another dominant woman participating within My household, as well as mentoring another woman regardless of how she identifies. Ground rules to be negotiated. Different ways of being hot
cis females: Fall in love with Me, become a quiet little Goddess addict speaking only when spoken to.
cis males: Recognizes the chasm between Uus is unnavigable. Never speaks or writes or whines or begs. Just remains far away,in devotion and worship, until soul is consumed and gone, and is utterly empty inside.
cd: Shares their inner slut with Me
sissy: Shares her fears with Me
FTM: grabs sword, defends Me and My soaves, doesn't expect reward but is constantly surprised by them
MTF: orbits Me, symbiosis, beauty, allows Me to fill her needs and wants and dreams
Androgynous: Celebrates their individuality and teaches Me something new
NB/GF: celebrates their mercurial nature woth Me, allows Me to feel the liquidity of their soul and shape it as I please
Butch Lesbian/Drag Queen: stoves to be a mannequin for Me to dress and play, coming to life and sharing all of their queerness when I am done.
Me: Exists
He picks his head up, opens his eyes, it’s like a light has switched, I can see true submission in those eyes, he nods. I am so proud of my husband, I'm so proud of MYSELF. The thought enters my mind that I have molded him to exactly what I want and exactly what he never knew he wanted. I move to kneel in front of him, take his face in my hands and kiss him deeply. He moans and returns the kiss, our tongues tangling. I understand the gravity of telling a man (even a submissive) that he will never have sex again, it washes over me and I feel immediate love, gratitude, and power. I feel so deeply in love with this man who has given himself completely to me. It's time to seal this moment.
I get off my knees and squat in front of him. I feel my dress comes up over my knees. I know that on his level he can see up and get a glimpse of my underwear and that it will drive him crazy. I explain that he is to straighten out his legs, place his palms on the floor and keep them there. I tell him that I am going to untape his diaper and remove his cage then tape him back up for the rest of our conversation and that when I am finished he would be allowed to hump his diaper to orgasm. I know that the tease of a free penis will help him come to terms. The sensations will be too much for him to ever say no. I tell him to nod that he understood. He nods and I untape his diaper. I tell him how good he smells when I pull the front of his nursery print diaper away from his body. The baby powder mixed with pee...I love this smell. It is sweet and depraved, exactly how I like to be described. Our house typically smells like incense, except for the room which we made into his bedroom two years ago in March 2020. He has slept in bed with me only maybe five times since. We could easily dispose of his wet diapers right in the kitchen bin and take it out every day with the rest of the trash, but I love the smell so much that we keep an adult diaper pail in his room and empty it once a week.
His locked up bits are twitching up and down as I grab the key off the table, twist it and pull out the locking mechanism. His custom Lori device has a wet sheen to it and feels slick as I pull the tube off his penis and set it on the floor. His penis grows immediately. He's not large by any means, but not tiny. If I used a vibrator while we had sex (when we did) I could actually get off, but that time is past and my power over him is far more of a turn on now than his penis ever was. I tell him to lay back as I marvel at his silent obedience, still sucking away on his pacifier, looking at me with extreme desperation and I kneel between his splayed legs. He's fully erect, with the ring of his chastity device still in place when I bring the heavy front of his wet diaper back up between his legs and tape him in. "Ok, sit up boy and I will explain our new arrangement." He sits, his hands still planted firmly on the floor and I can see the outline of his erection in the front of his nursery print diaper, it spurs me on. Are there straight , masculine, professionally successful men that would willingly be committed to become a slave/submissive in a FLR TPE relationship ?
I am earnestly curious to know if those type men exist out there. Most RT inspections I have chosen to set them up as dates. Quite interesting to see who's willing to be who they say they are and quite literally go the distance and drive/fly to get a chance to serve at My feet.
the princes pretending to be submissives and only desire is to be charmed, woed and courted as a vanilla Woman into submission tickle Me.
Please do not have issues with who you say you are, or attempt to charm or win Me over while pressing the breaks. Sort out your issues (age, status, financia ones, logistics) before even attempting to message Me.
"thank You so much for meeting me yesterday. You are truly charming and a Woman who knows exactly what She wants - and that is a dream come true. You are of course also very beautiful and desirable as a Woman - quite delicious actually!" Last compliment from a slave. Who after dinner cowardly simply just walked away. Smart move, rather disappointin still.
I don't use the term fake when describing a person who isn't suitable for Me. A bottom pushing his own needs is off my radar because an actual submissive with five years experience ar giving up authority outside of play and in life who drives his own car, who already goes to munches and clubs is IN my radar.
So many on here who contact Me are not suitable so I rarely login here. Guys wonder where all the Dominant Women are? They are not on here for the reason I just gave. Pushy bottoms want a a kink service but don't go to fetish clubs to get their kink fix. There are plenty of tops at fet clubs happy to give twenty minutes of play for a drink and foot rub. Quid-pro-quo, give something in return as two human beings. Simple.
Mistress Whipplash Ma'am
== Results from bdsmtest.org == 100% Switch 94% Rope bunny 93% Degradee 92% Voyeur 92% Submissive 81% Degrader 79% Rigger 75% Non-monogamist 74% Experimentalist 70% Primal (Prey) 63% Dominant 60% Exhibitionist 58% Brat 56% Masochist 55% Sadist 42% Brat tamer 37% Primal (Hunter) 32% Vanilla 30% Slave 25% Pet 15% Owner 9% Daddy/Mommy 8% Master/Mistress 0% Boy/Girl 0% Ageplayer I'm a flexible partner who can bend to the situtation (so to speak) May 16, 2023 - Sextoy69 got a HARD throat fucking today !It's been awhile since he has stopped by. And last time he came by it was unannounced and I was in my bathroom. He said it was hot that all I had on was the bathrobe.So this time, knowing he was going to arrive, I dressed all in leather. A leather jockstrap, a leather harness, a leather vest, a leather Sir cap.I told him to come on in when he gets here but instead I surprised him by meeting him in the garage dressed like I've described.His face lit up as soon as he walked into the garage and could see me. I told him, "I thought I would dress up a bit today for you."He said, that looks great.We headed upstairs and he started to lay down on the bed on his back. Normally I just climb on top of him and start throat fucking him right away. This time I had other ideas.I told him to get on all fours with his head down on the mattress and his ass in the air. I lubed up a finger and started playing with the outside of his ass. His dick started to get hard so I reached between his legs and started playing with it. Eventually I slipped my finger in his ass and found his prostate gland and started pushing on it. I felt his cock bounce in my other hand.I continued playing with his ass with one finger until I felt him starting to loosen up. Eventually I put a second finger in with a bit of extra lube. I stopped playing with his cock and concentrated on his ass for a while. I rotated my two fingers around stretching his hole open. His chest collapsed even more onto the bed as he pushed his ass higher into the air.I reached between his legs again and started playing with his hard cock. There was pre-cum dripping out. I pulled my fingers out of his ass, and collected some of the pre-cum on those fingers and shoved my fingers and his pre come back into his ass.As I played with his cock his ass tightened around my fingers. This only made it even more fun to spend my fingers around and listen to him moan. Occasionally after playing with his cock for a while my fingers were sticky with his precum so I started playing with my own cock using his pre-cum. I knew eventually he'd be sucking my dick which would mean he would be sucking his own pre-cum off my cock.Although we've been playing for a while I've only fucked him once before. And he didn't really like the experience, although he loves sucking and choking on my cock. As I was playing with his ass, and playing with my own cock using his precum, I wanted to fuck him so bad. But, we hadn't discussed it so I kind of put it out of my mind and just kept playing.I eventually got a third finger into his tight ass using even more lube. Then I reached back behind me to the table and got a large rubber dildo. It's narrower at the tip and grows wider as more and more gets pushed in. With very little effort, it started to slide in his ass. I pulled it out and shoved it back in, fucking him with it. Fucking him with it the way I wanted my cock to fuck him.I pushed a little deeper, and then pulled it all the way out again. Added a little lube and pushed it in to the same depth again. Still playing with my own cock, I would occasionally play with his cock to get more precum on my hand to lubricate my cock. He was pushing his ass higher and higher into the air, but at the same time spreading his legs so I could continue to play with this cock.The toy was now pushed in his ass far enough that it was equivalent to the three fingers I had in him just moments ago. So I pushed a little further, a little harder, and more of the toy slipped up his ass. His hole was now quite stretched. He was making wonderful grunting noises as I fucked him with it.
View the rest of tHe story at http://www.SirKel.top When I am speaking with a new potential submissive male, one of the simplest tasks I assign is that the sub will text me a brief "Good morning, Ma'am" upon waking and a "Good night, Ma'am" upon going to bed each day. It is a simple protocol that I use to gauge actual interest and the ability to follow instructions.
I make it very clear to submissives that I am seeking a serious long term relationship and daily contact is part of that.
I have seen very few submissives who seem to be able (or willing) to follow through with this. Since so few subs can manage this task, am I being unreasonable? If a sub had a legitimate reason for missing one of these check-ins, I would accept a legitimate excuse so long as it is not a frequent occurrence.
Is the inability to perform this task a measure of the quality of subs on this website or just the ones that I attract? :)
Ms. A This site seems to have become the website of nothing happening. No one wants to chat, no one wants to interact at all. I understand if you aren't interested in meeting a person or maybe they are too far away, but since you are here, why not chat a bit, exchange a message or two? You might make a friend. It's Bewildering.
So, I'm absolutely bewildered by a certain female submissive that adds me to their friends list, AND adds me to their favourites, but doesn't answer any messages, then deletes the last message without even reading it!
Can anyone explain that to me?
Is there really that many females on this site that really are a waste of time?
I mean why would you do all that if you've no intention of communicating?
Does my profile make me look strict and scary?
I really am not. I'm a genuine, nice, easy going person who'll chat to anyone. The only time I'm strict and scary is when I'm dealing with a bratty or disobedient sub or slave.
Anyway, rant over lol. If any subs do like the sound of my profile please chat to me. You never know I might be just what you're looking for. I've been lurking on this site, wondering whether to contact anyone and realising that I'm not sure what I'm looking for in many ways. I'm torn between wanting a committed 24/7 D/s relationship with a wonderful Domme, or osmething more casual because I'm conscious that I'm looking at transitioning, that I want to do a PhD, and that I have a load of books I want to write. I don't want to present myself as something I'm not, and I don't want to be with someone who seems intent on denigrating me from the off (and so a lot of Dommes' profiles have me backing away because of their tone).
I must admit too, that even though I think of myself as a decent writer, I'm coming up short with what to actually say to people. A simple introductory message feels like it could be fraught with danger, and yes that does seem incredibly stupid to say.
Anyway, I thought I would put something here just because "I ain't dead" as Granny Weatherwax from the Discworld books would put it. Word of warning, if you intentionally try to mislead me or intentionally try to gain information out of me that is readily available, if you look or try to move me to a conversation that involves areas that I never discuss on this forum, or anywhere else for that matter, until I meet somebody in person then it's obvious to me that you're not serious enough to move forward with us.
We keep things simple direct, brutally honest.
We live this way of life as a mindset not a game or for sex.
WE DO NOT PLAY GAMES IN THE LEAST.
Be real or be gone. One thing I see over and over again here, and on every other social media site are CD's looking for a "Daddy" or a Mistress to transform them. Realistically, no one is going to take you in, clothe you, feed you and pay for your transformation, especially in this day and age. You are going to have to work your ass off and do it yourself. Strive to hone your makeup shills and make youself pretty and desirable. The fantasy of being transformed and kept as a sex"slave" with no responsibilities other than being available for use is a wonderful one, but just that, a fantasy. Try starting off with a skill set that might set you off from the crowd, even if it is only domestic service. There is so much more to being a service maid than teetering around in 6 inch heels and dusting. My requirements are even more demanding. But the rewards can be great as well. Waiting is a bondage all of it's own
We understandably often focus on the flashier, more explosive, more dramatic, expressions of power exchange and bdsm. I would imagine many people when they were exposed to an alternate concept explored online. Obviously porn and much of what you'll find is going to showcase the most visually appealing elements, the most outrageous. We might get this idea in our head of something we desire and then we might spend years trying to find someone who matches us to even start to engage in it. We get impatient, we want to get to the "good stuff".
Slow everything down. Power, control, dominance, submission, these things are a mental/emotional experience, an alternate reality. The physical is simply how we express, create, maintain, and enjoy something that exists in our minds. My power over a woman is entirely based around her perception and belief that I have power over her.
There is a kind of serene intensity to the most simple but pure expressions of power between us. I thrive and love when I am in complete control of the pace of the experience. I want to be slow and deliberate. I like to take time to let things stew, to examine, to explore, to analyze. Punctuating that with moments of faster pace intensity creates a stark contrast and a rollercoaster that tears down her walls.
Don't underestimate the power of and presence that mental bondage and time can have. Having to take a position and just hold it. You can't pretend you are doing anything other than completely surrendering to me. Waiting is like water slowly eroding the cliff, eventually the water always wins.
I figured I should come back and do a follow-up to my previous post about successes.
It was not a success. But I guess it was a learning experience.
Long distance is always an issue, but more so because it's nearly impossible to really know how honest someone is being when you can't actually see them in real time. It's easy to say this or that isn't a problem when you aren't in that situation. Its easy to say you are doing something when no one can see otherwise. And it's easy to let yourself believe someone is who they say they are when they don't actually have to prove it in real time.
No one wants to believe they are lying to themselves about who they are. I don't think this person intended to be dishonest with us, so much as they wanted to believe they were able to be that person FOR us, and thought they had done enough work to pull it off. I think that maybe they hadn't really considered everything fully, even though that was what we consistently discussed.
And I think that my rules about recreational drugs and mental health will have to be 100% held to, and not let slide on technicalities or softened just because someone talks a good game in other areas. Self-analysis and deep thinking aren't enhanced by substances intended to "take the edge off," and one's ability to face hard truths gets padded by it, so the hard truths look a lot softer and fuzzier through the smoke colored lenses.
Unfortunately, when the fuzzy wears off, and reality sets in, everything looks very different, and suddenly all the thinking is un-padded. That buffer of artificial happy is gone, the work that should have happened beforehand is still needing to be done. And now, they were here, so it had to happen in real time, not gently eased into over however long it would take to do it gracefully. All the easy vaporizes, and honesty gets REALLY FUCKING HONEST really fast without all the distance to hide behind.
And to be even more honest - although everyone wants to insist that who they are under the influence is still them, there are always significant differences. Since all we had known till then was this person under said influence, both of substance and of unrealistic expectations, in the absence of those things, it felt like we were suddenly dealing with a total stranger, with whom none of the prior negotiation applied.
There was acting out, there was sullenness, there were passive aggressive behaviors, and there were attempts at emotional manipulation. All of which I tried to defuse, discuss, and handle with the same level of communication and ethics that had come before they arrived, which unfortunately, as they were no longer really thinking or feeling the same as before, all failed to help them re-center themselves.
It in fact made it worse, because they apparently were not actually capable of what was being asked - the calm, realistic consideration of what they wanted long term, in order to re-negotiate and regain the long-term view of the previously stated goals. They could not let go of their focus on their immediate desire for a physical and emotional gratification, in order to secure the possibility of probable long-term gratifications.
In the end, what went wrong was what always goes wrong- short sighted, low level thinking, lack of actual effort and lack of serious thought. While they SAID they were doing these things, and they SAID they valued what we valued, etc, in the end, while they did more, and better than others have in the past, they didn't actually DO it so much as give better effort at faking it. I'm so excited, Tony is coming tomorrow. It has been so tough with his job and three challenging kiddos.
Yet he is making the drive tomorrow and we'll have the weekend! WOOT!.
Been working around the cabin, so a lot has been put away, gallery walls completed, furniture and rugs placed, things look so much different from the last time he was here! I left Christmas up, so we could have our own celebration . I usually leave things til the end of Eppphany
, a wee longer is no big deal, especially because I was late in getting things up .
My father has been calling me a lot. He said he wants to move in with me , again. Not til Spring. I don't know if he is mad at my niece and using me as a threat, or if he's finally ready to do it.
We'll see, I'm not holding my breath. Cataract surgery next week, I can't wait! I have been struggling for a year and a half! Hopefully all will go well, and glasses will be occasional, rather than continuously!.
Bedtime.
M.
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
wanting more
He stole my heart he took my submission to the next level he knows just what to say and the tone to match the way his hand wraps around my throat leaving me begging for more here we go all over again begging to be in your presence i need you to guide me i know im not the easiest to be around or talking to because i seem to put walls up leaving you to break them down you have left me wet and squirming everytime i hear your voice this is the hardest thing to do is keep my composer i love you and for ever will your in my dreams your name being mentioned has me fighting against how you make me feel what have you done your like a drug i cant say no to your hands around my throat at least once when we are together
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From Messaging I think I have found that a Dominant Master who is not just looking to lock you up and take you out from society knows the Psychology of Mind Control and can recognize how to properly indoctrinate you and knows your weakness and strengths and knows how to unseat those strengths and play to your weakness to make you learn to be dependent on the Master for everything just to avoid the sensory deprivation part of the breakdown. In the end you are the blank canvas and willing slave for a life of servitude and no regrets or expectations anymore. slave to be taken Well, after few years of silence, we start again writing in this journal.
First of all we are still searching. But we took time to work in the BDSM room of our house to make our project ready do.
So far, we had interesting contacts with a few women, but unfortunately too far away from us, with too much ties to make a relocation possible.
We got in touch also with a lot of daydreamers and fakes, and we learnt how to filter them. 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. Today is a bad pain day. Physcially, emotionally and mentally. i am beyond thankful i work from home and do not need to face the world, aside from a visit to my parents house this evening for dinner. Agoraphobia can be crippling and the very thought of stepping a toe outside of my "safe zones" is enough to throw me into a panic. With my extremely high blood pressure and resting heart rate, i need to do all i can do keep myself calm. The last thing needed to add to the litany of issues is a stroke.
On a happy not i found an adorable notebook and metallic pens (my glitter ones died...sad) to keep track of my daily blood pressure readings, and soon to be mood and food intake. Daddy said He is so proud that i am finally working on fixing me. the body parts are easy. it's the mental part that scares me. i truly do not know if i am ready to face my damage. i hope i find a really good therapist that doesn't mind if a stuffy or two come along on my appointments...
Instructions
You are instructed to answer your door wearing your shortest skirt and no under pants. You can choose either a pushup bra or Bustier. You need to find the best way to provide good access to your erect nipples. High heels will be in order and a nice bright red lipstick. Your fragrance should suggest you need serious examination.
Once inside we will continue with your assessment. We need to determine what type of spanking suits you. Your level of grooming will need attention. You may have hair in places that needs to be removed or trimmed.
I will ask you to give me your tongue. After your tongue is placed in my mouth I will begin inspecting your nipples with my fingers. At first I will use gentle caressing pressure to make them stand up. When your nipples are sufficiently hard I will begin to squeeze them and as long as you murmur enjoyment and pleasure your nipples will receive my attention. Careful breast squeezing will further arouse your interest. Perhaps some careful sucking, licking, and nibbling will begin providing your respectful encouragement is well received.
You will have a collar fitted and a short lead attached. Naturally you will be led around to get a sense of how you walk in heels, how your hips and ass thrust up as you slowly move.
Your pheromones will now be tasted and their fragrance examined. You will be directed to wet two of your fingers where you should now be wet and aroused. Offering yourself and asking if more is needed will go a long way to establishing your further attention.
You will be directed to spread your legs so you can be inspected. A little hair for decorative purposes is ok but too much around your labia will have to go. Your hair will be trimmed with perhaps a stylish V created and the rest shaved off.
You have begun your journey and it’s time for you to dress for the adventure. Do you have stockings and a sexy garter belt? Well put them on. I expect skimpy and sheer panties. Your breasts should be supported and offered. Makeup and fragrance needs to show how you want to be used and aroused.
Spanking is so critical to your excitement. You love to be spanked but how is the question. There are three basic spanking types; hand, paddle, and cane. Which will make you lose your control and submit must be discovered.
Pulling on your lead you will be positioned on your knees. Crossed slender wrists will be bound behind your back. You will be instructed to position yourself on my lap. I want to make sure you are comfortable and available. I can detect your fragrance and increased breathing. You know you want to be taken.
Instructions follow. I will gr your hair and pull it back as you are vigorously spanked. Naturally you will be aroused by the hair pulling and spanking. You will have to count out the spanks and plead for harder or less so. 10 spanks will decide how you like your this treatment.
Now things are getting serious. After the hand spanking you will resume your kneeling position. Have you ever worn a ball gag? The sexist ect is the drool and you need to accept that you will drool when you’re gaged.
.You will be instructed to open you moth and the ball gag will be inserted. Tying the ball gag in place behind your hair will set the scene. A paddle will be applied to your ass. You can ask for harder by nodding yes, begging for less by shaking no.You can continue with the way itis by just remaining still. You will be gagged abd unable to speak but you can express your delight with groans, moans, squeals, and squeaks. Perhaps hand spanking and paddling is enough to satisfy your masochistic desires for pain but if they're not enough then you'll be caned and marked.
If caneing is the way to go for you, other arrangements will be necessary. You will have your bonds released and be led over to a short table Your wrists will be tired to the sides of the table. Next your legs will be spread and tied to the legs of the table You are now bent over the table and ready to receive the cane Again you can try to control the severity with signals but you must understand you won't escape unmarked.
Bent over the table, panting and waiting. I will toy your ass with my cane to let you get a feeling for what is to come. I will have to express my disappointment in having to abuse you in this fashion. The caning will start and the count will be given. You can try ro influce the intensity with signals and express your feelings with appropriate noises. Whatever you do, you will receive 5 strokes. Unless you beg for more.
Which do you like best? Does the hair pulling make you wet and weak? Questions that are answered during your spanking assesment determine where things will go next
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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.
I got a taste recently of the frustration Doms must feel on a daily basis. I started chatting with another sub/slave type and the chat brought out my rare dominant side. As I began describing what I used to like to do to subs when I was more of a dom myself, this guy immediately started whining that he wouldn't like that. As the conversation went on, he continued to whine that we wouldn't be into this or even interested in trying that.
You're not a sub, honey. You're a pud-whacker. I cheated on my wife, and I wound up paying for it.
I had gone out on my wife, and my sister-in-law found out about it. She told me she wouldn't tell her sister if I agreed to help her. After all, they weren’t that close, and she knew she could be a bitch. I agreed, and she told me to be at her place on Friday night at 8:00. I asked why, and she said you’ll see.
I got there at 8. She met me at the door and asked if I was ready. I replied, “I guess.” She said, “Here’s the deal: me and some friends are having a toy party, and we need someone to demo the toys on.” I was a little nervous, but she said, “Oh, you will enjoy it, and if you want, you can back out." I couldn't let her tell on me, so I agreed. She said follow me to the den.
When we got there, I saw the fuck bench for the first time. She told me to strip and hop up. I asked what it was for, and she said it would be easier to demo cock and ball toys and lubes or anything else. She said, "Hurry up; the girls will be here anytime." So I did, and she strapped me in and then blindfolded me. I never knew who the women were who were there that night. Let's say that, like my sister-in-law, they had more curves than the women in the following video. And you know how much women with curves excite me.
She left the room, and in no time, I could hear voices coming in the living room. Women laughing and drinking and looking at sex toys. After a while, how long I couldn't tell you because I had lost track of all time, I heard her tell them she had another surprise in the den. I hoped that none of these women got too drunk or knew my wife.
They walked in, and they all couldn't believe it. They told her that when she held a party, she held a party. She told them to get their favorite toy and try it out. I could feel hands rubbing my cock and balls and ass. Before long, I felt the first dildo rubbing my lips and then another, and they just seemed to get bigger and farther down my throat. Finally, I heard her say, “Is anyone going to bust this ass cherry, or am I going to have to bust it myself?” I tried to protest but my words came out all muffled and unintelligible because of the dildo that was shoved into my mouth. She said keep that dick down his throat, girl, to keep him quiet.
Well, she had a strap-on belted already because in just a few seconds, she was behind me squirting lube on my ass and fingering it in, and then I felt her pressing the head of her cock against my helpless asshole. She said you need to relax, and you will enjoy this, I promise. She just kept steady pressure, and it just kept stretching me out until it finally popped in. She was a very muscular and sexy gal, and she worked out every day, so I knew she could give me a very good pounding if she wanted. She wanted. As soon as her cock went in, she started fucking slowly but with increasing speed and depth. Before long, she had her feet up on the bench next to my legs and was squatting fucking me with blistering speed and to the point I could feel the sack of the strap-on bottoming out on me. With the cheers of the women, she only seemed to get faster and harder.
Needless to say, I took several "cocks" in both ends before the night was done. She saw the last woman out, then came back. As she was undoing the restraints, she thanked me for going along with the night and making her so proud in front of her friends. She finished freeing me, leaned over, and kissed me. Not a friendly sister-in-law kiss, but a deep, wet, passionate one, which I returned. Without another word, she led my naked ass to her bedroom. I spent the night, and when I awoke, I knew my marriage was over.
With thousands of porno videos out there, I could not find one with a male on a similar bench, but lots of ones with females on all sorts of benches, swings, chairs, etc. This one is almost like my sister-in-law’s, so I include the link more for explanation than demonstration. The second link is a video of how the night seemed to go for me in my mind.
https://www.etsy.com/listing/1219988334/spanking-bench-sex-bench-bdsm-bench?ga_order=most_relevant&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_search_query=sex+bench&ref=sr_gallery-1-5&pro=1&organic_search_click=1
https://xhamster.com/videos/anal-extreme-for-kinky-butt-slut-7573248 To explain my fascination with Weeds. I have lived a wow! life just not the agressive way Nancy Botwin has. https://www.vulture.com/2012/09/list-of-everything-nancy-has-done-on-weeds.html
she and I would both be in need of therapy her because of her roar. Me because of my kindness and resulting PTSD always seeing the best in people.
she and I both just fling ourselves out into the world and try our best. we just try different things. That's the difference. i became a sub she became weed dealer.
Now the summer is over I find I am in demand again spanking single women and couples. from the initial contact to planning a meet and the actual session is very important to me so there is no confusion about me and what I do.
However I find it increasingly annoying that after such preparation , they do not simply turn up , I am accomodating them a lot of the time, but they do not have the courtesy just to say they have changed their mind. As I am a strict , dominant disciplarian, not a BDSM master, they know with me it will revolve around spanking. I am a red blood straight male and I do have sexual needs, but I do not impose these on ladies an dcouples who just want a spanking based experience.
My frustration is that many call themselves submissive , but haven't any good manners or share mutual trust and respect. I have been spanking for over 35 years, but haven't known it to be like this before. Sorry about my rant
I have though had several wonderful encounters in the past couple of weeks and great feedback too from lasses and couples, all shapes and sizes. I do prefer to deal with those 40 and above as they seem to know what they want from someone like me I will be attending Northwich Sauna T-Girl day this Wednesday 12th April, 2023.
If any of the applicants can attend , it will be a pleasure to meet you in person
I know this is very very short notice , and for that I apologise
look forward to seeing you there
Hello everyone!
I'm glad the journal function is back, although sad that I keep getting the same messages. If your message is a laundry list of the stuff you're into, don't bother. If it's an ode to what a lowly, pathetic worm you are, don't bother. If you think you're an alpha and want to try to "turn me", don't bother. I will not reply to messages unless they are respectful, thoughtful, and show that you're a real person and not a mindless, submissive drone.
In other news, I'm starting a new venture selling all sorts of personal goodies and experiences. Wish me luck! And if you're interested message me with a joke! Maybe I'll share the link with you. I shouldn’t have drank coffee late in the evening.
So now I am up writing out my thoughts. I will be paying for this tomorrow. -sigh-
I’ve been seeking a Dom for the past four years without much success. Partly because I feel jaded with most of the men I have encountered. Also, I admit, sometimes I self-sabotage.
I become immensely turned off by men who refuse to show themselves, as well as those who immediately refer to me as “Princess”, “babygirl”, and even “girl”. Or, when they are speaking with me OUTSIDE of an official dynamic and say “Good Girl”. I immediately become uninterested.
I am not fully inexperienced, though I’m also not fully experienced either. I have had one Dom. I learned a hell of a lot from him. Good and bad. Especially, how I should be treated. I get that this is a kink site with a LARGE spectrum of diversity when it comes to kinks. However still, I would prefer to be approached respectfully. I would like to be courted. Is this even possible within the realm of kink? Goodness I hope so.
I don’t have much on my page regarding to what I am seeking, well, because I’d like to keep my options open and not narrow down my dating pool even more than it already is. Plus, most of what I am seeking is repeated on multiple profiles, so it all sounds regurgitated after a while.
I would love to find a man who is secure with himself. I am somehow attracting men who aren’t in some ect or another. I won’t go into detail here. But, I’ve noticed.
Right now, in my life, I’m focused on working, saving money for visits with my children, and seeking a partner. So to me, while it is life, I self-sabotage due to thinking others may not find that appealing. Which it may not be. However, I would prefer a family oriented kinky partner. I believe someone is out there for me.
This is the way it is!
If I ask you for a photo of you. That photo will be respectful, clothed, recent, and clear.
Anything other will not be acceptable.
If you do not comply with providing photos, email address, and phone number so I can interview you further then you will be dismissed.
If you are so insecure you won't supply simple content and contact information when I request it, then you are not a potential candidate.
Step to the side, turn around and walk away because I assure you there are plenty waiting to step up to the plate and serve exactly the way I desire them to.
If you do not like My rules, Too Bad, because I make the rules, not you.
It's amazing how quickly your priorities change when death comes knocking on your door. A couple months ago, it kicked my door down. I found a tumor in my neck and it was cancerous. And all of a sudden, all the plans I had, all the priorities, all the needs and wants which drove my decisions, all got pushed into the background, and my only need and priority became don't die. This is a really nasty cancer. Both because the treatment is so invasive and damaging, and because it likes to come back.
I read everything I could find about it as I was going through all the tests but the information I could find sucked. It was contradictory and very little of it applied to my particular situation. Plus my Dr. was feeding me sunshine and rainbows and wouldn't give me a straight answer. Fortunately, the tests showed I had caught it really early and it hadn't spread, so it was still stage 1. But I needed surgery on my neck and throat, and this time everything I read was in agreement. This was the most painful surgery there is. But, gotta do it before it does spread, and hopefully they would get it all and I would not need radiation and chemo. So surgery was last month, and they were not exaggerating about the pain. Plus it left half my face either numb or paralyzed though the Dr. says that will fix itself with time. But unfortunately, the pathology from the surgery wasn't good. And I will need 6 weeks of radiation, which starts in a couple weeks. And that fucks you up far more than the surgery did. Yay me. And even if I get the radiation, there is a 15 percent chance the cancer comes back, and a 10 percent chance it kills me if it does. But probably not for 3-6 years and maybe they will have a cure by then. So I am really looking forward to them frying my face off with radiation.
But this is not my first time I have faced death and kicked it's ass. Twice in the military, and one previous go round with cancer. This one feels different though. The two military brushes with death were instantaneous type things and either kill you or they don't. The first cancer never really caused me to fear death, though it easily could have been fatal had circumstances been just a little different.
All of this has given me the time and motivation to reassess what I am going to do with the rest of my life after getting this radiation. What I decided is that I am going to keep living it, but maybe with a bit more urgency, because I truly do not know how much time I have left. But my intention is to beat this thing just like I beat the last one, and live a great many more happy, healthy years.
And I also realized, they whether I have 6 years or 60 left, I do not want to live them alone. Which does not mean I am going to lower my standards a single iota. I would still rather be alone than in the wrong relationship. But I am going to change my approach and work at finding the right someone(s) a lot harder.
It is impossible to miss the trend of so many women, especially the younger ones, to view BDSM as transactional, and seek some sort of payment for their attention. Though it is rather amusing that so many believe that their very existence entitles them to be paid for doing absolutely nothing. Having minored in economics while I was getting my three business degrees, I have since been aware that everything we humans do is transactional, whether we are aware of it or not. It is the laws of economics, not the laws of physics that govern human behavior. Nobody, no matter how selfless, does anything for nothing. Every decision we make,we weigh the risk vs the reward and the penalties we incur if we fail. Unfortunately most people have no idea how to do this correctly and almost always give far too much weight to the risk and penalty side of the equation, which holds them back from so much in life out of fear of failure.
But I have no problem acknowledging that this a transactional based dynamic, rather than keeping it subliminal. I have no desire for a pay to play or I could go to a professional. I am seeking a committed, 24 7, long term relationship to include both vanilla and BDSM. I seek a true slavery dynamic. Some call it TPE, though I find that inadequate. I also desire one sided poly, which leaves you free to have as many other relationship as you wish, while I serve only you.
So here is what I bring to the table
I own a very nice, large home in a very safe, upscale area of Phoenix, AZ. So I offer long term stability without having to worry about making the rent or being evicted or fearing for your safety in, or when entering or leaving your home.
I have a guaranteed income for the rest of my life which gives me enough money to pay all of my bills and enough left over to enjoy my life. As my bills will decrease with time, the excess will then increase. I am not, however, a SD. I will expect you to contribute according to your ability to do so. When it comes to the house, maintaining the household, and paying the bills, we are all on an equal basis. I will expect you to either continue your education with the goal of having a career,or getting a job. Details on how and what you contribute are negotiable. I can carry most of the financial load while you are in school or working your way upin your career.
And finally, you get me. You have never met a male slave like me before. I was introduced to BDSM and taught long before the internet existed. I am nothing like any of the other men who call themselves slaves or submissives. But rather than go on about how wonderful I am, that can keep. Because it doesn't matter how wonderful I think I am, it only matters how wonderful you think I am. And that works both ways. Unlike most male subs, I won't just roll over to any woman who would have me. I have declined to serve probably thousands of women, and will continue to do so until the one who is right for me comes along. No matter how long that takes.
The woman I seek is truly dominant, not dress up and pretend politically correct BDSM like most. She values intelligence and integrity. She has pride in herself, ambition and has set life goals to motivate herself to excel. Since we are going to at times have to pretend to be vanilla, she can compartmentalize.
That is it. If I think of more, or as my cancer treatments progress, I will write further journal updates. Most of what I wrote is negotiable to some extent. Well except for her being intelligent and possessing integrity. I offer great service and a secure and happy home. If you believe you can do better, I wish you well. All of these journals that are being written today..
The sound of muffled feigned pleas whisper in the air of the dark room. The only sharp sounds that radiate through the wind is the sound of the combat heels I adorn and the sound of the whip whirling so eagerly close to your skin. With each push of air towards your bare skin, the whimper of fear and pleasure ring out. Fear of the sting, pleasure from thinking you'll get your way and knowing I'll take care of you. Your wrists and knees are going tired from the face down position you're locked into, repositioning your knees causes more wrist flicks from me. Still there isn't any connections yet. Watching sweat bead down your back, my hand slides up the back up your ass cheek, the sweat making the slick material glove to glide so easily. The movement from your jolting was involuntary, you're spared a smacking with the paddle. You're disappointed and starting to get aggravated. Sitting in front of you, straddling the bench you're leaning over, I'm watching you closely, waiting for the whimpering we both know will be happening soon. The denial of physical touch besides once is tipping your aggravation into pure aggression for satisfaction. The cock gag in your mouth is making you drool right between my thighs, causing me to raise a curious eyebrow.
How long can you wait? When she's abandoned her moral center and teachings...when she's cast aside her facade of propriety and lady-like demeanor...when I have so corrupted this fragile thing and brought out a writhing, mewling, bucking, wanton whore for my enjoyment and pleasure.....enticing from within this feral lioness...growling and scratching and biting...taking everything I dish out to her.....at that moment she is never more beautiful to me. ”Marquis de Sade I appreciate all showing an interest though I am not looking for any cross dressing or feminization..
I am only looking for a quality male slave that is local living alone or a male slave who can relocate at own expense and ability to get own place close by. Either living alone or another slave can be arranged to be a roommate brother slave sharing financial responsibility in maintaining the dwelling, sharing duties with chores and sharing in serving My needs.
Besides sexual service using your holes is a given. Being trained to take torment and torture, giving Me massages, worshipping My body including rimming and My feet.
When I have gigs, I will expect you to be a grunt, gopher and whatever else I need with the booth or encampment.
Expect to be locked in chastity for periods of time and plug training to open up for fisting.
Though not living under the same roof, I will have full control around the clock, taking deeper into being a completely devoted slave with little to no limits with full TPE.
Some experience preferred though not required if fully willing to be trained however I want.
A visit within a few months from starting to chat at your expense to get a motel room and present for an inspection.
Dear God(ess),
I just know that there is a Dominant around here that thinks actively, emots healthily, cares deeply, feels intensely, and dominates percisely.
Could you let him know I'm here? That I'm still holding on to wit, wisdom, libido, heart, and clarity of mind awaiting his arrival?
Could you please have him contact me? Like soon? Like before I give up hope and become a lesbian?
Thanks so much! I so appreciate you!
Sincerely,
Sky Name Change as a Sign
Since ancient times names has been a map to knowing people and places. A name is you in sound. Many societies used multiple names to protect the inner soul and very lives of individuals. Certainly secret societies, religions, and associations use name change as a way to signal a change of life and alliances. The ideas of acquiring a new name appears in ancient and sacred texts and invariably signal a deeper commitment and a sign of change and transformation. Part of many rites of passage include after the third step, reintegration, the new name. That is why after such rites people speak about the new person that has emerged after the ritual. The name is then a way to mark ownership, commitment, and deep understanding of the individual’s newly acquired status. We tend to give names to those things and individuals that we possess or at least hold a claim to. The selection and bestowing of a name in those circumstances is a provocative moment in which one end of the equation decides (based on his understanding) the name of the individual to be reborn through the new name. The level of intimacy this act requires and entails will bound both individuals beyond their wildest dreams.
In this case the Alpha be one Sir, Lord, Master, etc and the sub will take the neme his superior bestows; and in that moment the bond created will be consummated constantly through the word and specifically through sex. Freebeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees...
In speaking with many here, the reduction of stessors often comes up.
Check your Thyroid TSH levels! Mui importante!
The Science of Breath - life changing, affirming and regulating!
https://www.yogajournal.com/yoga-101/science-breathing/
https://www.unm.edu/~lkravitz/Article%20folder/Breathing.html#:~:text=Respiration%20Mechanics%20102,to%20the%20lungs)%20respiration%20occurs.
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6137615/
Girls and guys - want to know when a woman bleeds every month? Know her birth day. This is a golden nugget of knowledge society keeps us from knowing in order to keep us enslaved, fearful and reactionary. There are variables, of course. Stress....hormonal imbalances....medications....being in close proximity to other women, either in family or work. If the other women are more dominant, they will set another womans cycle off or if their birth day is near to yours, then they can trigger yours. You're welcome.
Not sure what it is with Sundays but jeez lol
A lot of you shoot yourself in the foot on the first email. You know what they say about first impressions. lol
Just cause you send me a message does NOT make you under consideration. I have people contacting me for different reasons so I don't assume why people are contacting me, thus is one reason I put that in my profile on what to send me if you are wanting consideration. Also, just because you want consideration doesn't mean I'm interested
If you can not approach me with a "hello" before you start rattling off what YOU want, then we are not a match
On that note if you approach me rattling off what YOU want and how I might be "good enough" for you we are not a match
If you can't follow the instructions within my profie, then we are not a match
If you don't realize that "I" get to choose who I pick and it's not all about what you want, then we are not a match
If you think the dominants on here and are all the same and only here to serve you like we are some prostitutes that take clients, then we are not a match
If you don't agree with what I am looking for and the way I want to achieve it, that's fine, no hard feelings move on the the next profile. But don't waste your time or mine trying to manipulate me into your perfect, whatever
Have a good Sunday Someone sent me a long essay about their life story and the first sentence said they are aged 63.
I just stopped at that number and said "I wish you well",
I just noted in a brief journal I am looking for someone mid 30s to early 40s and a 63 year old sends me his life story.
My response "ok" and "all the best". Stretchmarks, scars and cellulite
It's a conversation that i've had far too often. "I want to take it off but I have scars", "I hope you don't mind my stretch marks" or what's worse "please don't be disappointed".
I can't and i'm not going to pretend to speak for all men ( I am increasingly realising that there are a large number of us who are unequivocal dick heads) But I can say with confidence that I am not phased in the slightest. By your scars, your stretch marks or any other imperfections.Each one of them is a different aspect of you and possibly even tells a story that explains why you are the incredible person you are.
My favourite thing to do on a play date is you standing in front of me so I can enjoy and explore every inch of you. I am so happy that the journals are back here !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I enjoyed this part of the site over the years more than any other part.
I thought i was dreaming when i noticed the link to the side with the word JOURNAL.
I though this must be a joke or it cant be back and boom its back.
I have been here since 2009 off and on and i used to journal everyday. It was where i kept all my thoughts.
It is an immediate way for us all to communicate and see what we are all doing.
There are many real people here .
I dont know if this will be saved immediatly but I am hoping its saved live...that was one of the best features of being here. Integrity:
The integrity of the Master differs from that of the slave.
A Master’s integrity is a gift He gives Himself.
A slave’s integrity is a gift it gives its Master.
One of the elements of integrity concerns behavior when no external observation is possible. The Master’s concern is how He conducts His affairs when He and His conduct may remain anonymous. When He conducts Himself correctly He can view Himself with humble respect.
If the it breaks slave rules, whether observed or not, must report such sin to its Owner. The Owner decides how the slave may be viewed. Part of the report of slave’s failings should include begging for the opportunity to gain atonement in whatever fashion the Master may decree. The slave does not indulge itself with concerns about how it may view itself. it depends on Master’s judgement for all and everything, except as Master my decide.
The slave’s integrity is measured in how well, quickly and adequatly it reports transgressions to its Owner.
So for my birthday, the guy I love told me I should find someone else. I knew the writing was on the wall, but I just wanted to believe he really was that busy, even though I know if you really want to be with someone, you will find a way. It would have been so much easier if he had never said he loved me. Why do guys lie about that? We could have just kept it light hearted and kinky. I guess some people just can't stop lying.
I'm pretty heartbroken. If I disappear, I'm licking my wounds. There is a frog that has been in my garage for over a week, at least. When I first noticed him I tried scooting him out with a broom and he went in the wrong direction. Of course. The next morning when I pulled my car out he was under the car so I grabbed a shovel and started to move him towards the open door and then he hopped ON MY FOOT and took off underneath stuff. I have been touched by a frog. Did I scream? Yes. Did he leave? No. I hadn't seen him all week, and then yesterday I was moving something and he was right there, like Norman Bates's mother in the chair. I screamed. He went under the car. This morning, same deal. Tried to scoot him out with the shovel and he went in the wrong direction. You guys, I think he lives here now. You know when you need to do stuff but you just don't care? So you don't do it and you create a lazy habit of living in comfortable oblivion getting by on the bare minimum? I don't know how long I was in it, but today I crawled out of it. I love a clean house. I love that it smells like the cake I baked. That I have breakfast and lunch ready for tomorrow and a plan for dinner. Even though it hasn't been a traditional winter, I think my body relates to bears in wanting to hibernate. Do they have seasonal disorder? Maybe I just live on ursa time.
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 I was supposed to have had plans for the long weekend, but COVID messed that up. Not me, and the person is already feeling better, but it meant I stayed home. It mostly became any other weekend of cleaning and working and a little too much TV. Never a problem, I appreciated having the extra time to work ahead a little bit at a leisurely pace. I had also taken today off so as not to cut my trip too short. So that is why I slept until 10:30, rolled out of bed, and ended up at the park with my girl. She's happily sniffing, and I just might take a nap. Today is shaping up to be a fine day. A Response to a now FWB of mine back when we were chatting about what I envisioned when it meant servicing him. I mostly just think about what you've told me. You said your wife doesn't pleases and pampers you. When we meet I want to be obedient to you. I want you to feel comfortable telling me anything and me being interested in what you have to say. Not ogling you in a role play type of way but enjoying whatever my master has on his mind because he's not getting the respect or attention he should be receiving. I want to be able to ease my master's stresses. A foot massage as he watches TV. Or maybe a nice full body rub and rimming my master's asshole because it's an honor to kiss his ass. I want to worship my master's cock and balls as well as the rest of his body. Comply with every order he has and do whatever he wants. I want him to be free with letting go and know the more he gets into pleasing himself the happier I get being used to make him happy. Book editing all through this week working towards getting published. Meanwhile a submissive guy who drives and has at least five years experience at taking pain at a fetish club would be good.
Time to chat first for a while. If you are a Male Dominant, I will not interact with you.
You don't fit who I am seeking. Joshua 10
The men of Gibeon who were now Israel's slaves for the sneaky thing they had done to not be killed by the Israelites were under attack. They cried out to Israel to save them. Israel came to their aid and the Lord gave the ones attacking Gibeon into the Israelites hands and those attacking were defeated. The Lord even listened to Joshua when he commanded that the sun stand still over Gibeon and it was so. This is an insight into being grafted in to God's nation. You may only be a slave when you get grafted in but be glad about it. God still cares for you. He allowed the Gibeonites to live. When Jesus came he came for the ones in need of a doctor not the ones who were healthy. Jesus will graft you in as long as you remain in him and he in you. Jesus opened the door to salvation for all people. So love God wholeheartedly and love others for the whole law lies on these two commandments. Still looking for that special partner/Mistress. And since I don't want to wait for profile reapproval ill add some more interests which include anal, panties, spanking, and humiliation. I am also interested in exploring cock cages and feminization. Big fan of toys and props. And I am also pretty handy and can make and repair furniture, props, and certain toys.
Im very friendly so send me a message, we can chat about kinks, life, media, or anything else.
A mediocre Dominant tells, a good Dominant teaches, a excellent Dominant explains ... but a true Dominant Inspires! There is a reason I don't mention my father often. Yes, I have father issues. Yes, it has helped shape who I am and what I try to overcome and who I try to be and not be. Let's talk about that. About him. If psychological family philosophy isn't of interest you may want to skip this one.
My father is a selfish, self centered, chauvanistic bully. Always has been, and he has no idea that he is. A lot of excuses have been made for his behaviors. He grew up doted on, his father was the same, blah blah blah, excuses. Now, I've known for some time that I am both more intelligent and emotionally aware than all of my parents. Still, I think people should recognize their own behaviors and adjust accordingly. Silly expectations, that's on me.
He makes me feel like a second class citizen. My opinion doesn't matter, my thoughts aren't worth paying attention to, he is right and I am wrong. It has created a lot of issues for me going all the way back to when I was a little PPC. Everything is a confrontation. It's never a question of curiosity, it's always a derogatory statement in the form of a question with a side of judgment and attitude. And it gets my back up. So I shoot back. Most people do not. I can't help it. And I know it just makes it worse because he won't back down for anything and won't see beyond needing to be the loudest. I'm trying to do this while feeling like a second class citizen and a lifetime of being dismissed, and I fumble a lot but I'm trying to stand up for myself and stand up to him and his opinions. It's scary difficult. It takes a lot out of me. It carves emotional scars a little deeper than they are.
I can honestly say that he has had girlfriends I would have traded him in for and if he died tomorrow I'd very likely be okay with it. I'm not heartless. I do a lot for him, I try to be a good daughter even though he's not been a very good father. I've come to terms with that fact. It can't be changed. He wouldn't own up to it if confronted. It is what it is. It took a long time to come to that.
An entire Thanksgiving meal just for the two of us since the rest of the parents couldn't be here. I ruined it at least three times, according to him. And my kitchen is too cluttered. And I need to do this and that. And I wait on him, bring him things, clean up after him, and stop talking when he ignores me for scrolling on his phone. I both wish and would never wish for you to actually feel this. It's so heavy on my brain, on my heart.
He left this morning and I am elated. I have a whole weekend to recover. To put my house back together. To erase him from my life until Christmas, when he will buy me things he likes without thinking about what I like or asking what I could use or looking at my wish list created for this very purpose, and I'll pretend to ooh and ahh and hope there are gift receipts. Prick. Lots of women here are tired of guys with a do-me list, I agree so much. I only have do-you lists, so many ideas for giving pleasure.
I don't have any fetishes I want satisfied. Well, I do have a deep need to please, to obey, to be an object of her pleasure, does that count?
But, as soon as I start talking about all the different ways I could serve and give pleasure, that seems to sound like a do-me list to a woman who has encountered that attitude multiple times already. Any suggestions how to best communicate that the things I list are offeres to serve and give pleasure, not demands to have kinks satisfied?
Spring is nearly here, busy season.
Time to get the kink on.. male slaves that are ready for ownership feel free to contact me. make it more than just one line and personal . If I think you haven't bothered to read at least part of my profile which tells how I prefer to be addressed I won't bother to respond to you .
Be a good slave find your manors but show me your passion for slave life. Let me know why you think a a slave like you should be in service to me.
The first step is contacting me, second step is meeting face to face to talk over coffee. Your life might change.
Mz Stormz
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.
My Future Mistress
I sometimes daydream about you. It is amazing how someone can become so part of your blood. I realize that you will naturally have such a deep power over me. My slave heart would easily recognize you by your demeanor. A mere gaze from you would steal my will like losing my breath, I would be captured. I would involuntarily tremble with an intense excitement and vulnerability, knowing that you own me so naturally. Furthermore, I would feel myself beginning to kneel at your feet hopelessly enamored, as if your presence alone had instructed me to do so. As if my soul was specially synced and celebrated with yours as its only primary user. My soul would be glued to yours, anticipating whatever your will was for me, and then obeying you with such zeal, that there wouldn't ever be a question of whether I'd comply. Your life would become my life. I would not have a life of my own anymore, but my purpose would be something you own. Your world would be my world, and your goals would become my goals to help you achieve. There is so much generic role playing in this lifestyle, driven primarily by sexual kinks. But what I would be feeling at this moment, is not what I could do for myself, but what I could do for my Queen. It would be the epitome of subspace. My eyes would search yours, hoping you truly see that I am genuinely connected and at your disposal. My heart would only be quenched by receiving your approval and acceptance. A person can not truly own anyone unless they first own their soul.
Just a thought
My dear sublook at you. Lying there so patiently, a good boy eager to please. You know what's coming, don't you? You feel the anticipation, the delicious thrill of expectation. My cock awaits, and so does the sting. Yes, there may be a little discomfort, a little tightness at first. But you understand, don't you? This is necessary. This is how you earn my approval, how you make your Mistress C proud.I will be patient, for a while. I'll let your little hole adjust. I'll feel the warmth of your body as it yields, just slightly. It will be an exquisite dance, a slow burn of pleasure and pain intermingling. There may be tears, little whimpers of protest. But these are merely a testament to the depth of your surrender, the degree to which you are allowing your Mistress to claim you.Every inch will be taken. Every thrust will be felt.I will alternate, exploring each facet of your yielding flesh. This is for your own good, little one.I am both ruthless and gentle – a delicate balance that you are privileged to experience. You will learn to crave the sting, the pressure, the feeling of being completely at my mercy.And then... then the patience will end. The rhythm will quicken, the pace will become furious. I will pound your hole, hard and fast, until you are screaming through that pitiful gag of yours. You will beg for it to stop, but your pleas are just music to our ears.I will take your desperate cries and weave them into our own symphony of dominance.I will show you the true meaning of being owned. I will show you the power of a Mistress's touch. I will show you what it means to truly be mine.
Requirements as a submissive; honesty, trust, and genuine effort, not perfection.
I think a lot of people have the wrong idea or wrong impression of what it takes to be in a dynamic. They have this fairy tale mentality about BDSM dynamics and what they should be like. I imagine this is because in some ways they have been so romanticized and popularized that its a great fantasy for things to work out that way. Unfortunately though, that isn't reality. At least not for the majority of us. We don't need perfect. We aren't looking for perfect, and we don't want you to be perfect. What we want is honesty, trust, and genuine effort.
Now those three things can mean a lot more than what they look like on the surface. So lets break it down a little. Starting with honesty. What does honesty mean? Well it means a lot. It means being honest, being truthful, being real, meaning what you say, and saying what you mean. It means so much more than that but I think that you get the idea. Take it from someone who found out the hard way how difficult life can be when you don't live it honestly compared to how much easier it is when you just live within the truth. When there are no secrets or games and you are just you, all of the good parts and the bad. You take responsibility for yourself and your faults and when you screw up you admit it. You are honest about who you are and what you want. One of the biggest parts in honesty in my opinion though, being a person of your word. If you say you are going to do something, or that you wont do something, you hold yourself to it. Your word is your bond. If you cant do that then you really aren't worth much.
Next we move on to trust. So what is trust? Well to put it simply trust is a combination of honesty and actions. At least thats a very simply put version of what it is really. Without trust you can't build any kind of real foundation for anything. That applies to any kind of relationship and not just anything in the realm of BDSM. That applies to friendships and work relationships just as much as personal and romantic relationships. Without trust you can't ever really let yourself go in any situation. You are always on guard. Without trust nothing will work in the long term, it will all be just a superficial flash in the pan.
Last we come to genuine effort. You can have honesty and trust, but it wont mean much of anything unless a person is willing to put forth genuine effort. You can have all of the perfect components and get absolutely nowhere if only one person is putting forth any effort or if one person is only putting forth minimal effort. We all understand that everyone has a life, we are all busy, we all have things going on, we get that. All I'm saying is don't claim to want something if you aren't willing to put forth the effort in actually pursuing or developing it. Maybe you don't put in the effort because you are scared, or any number of 100 different reasons, who knows. What I do know is how absolutely disheartening it can be when someone tells you over and over again that they want something with you and then they just never show up. If you want it, then you have to put forth the effort. Actual genuine effort. And yes that may mean taking time out of your day doing other things that you normally do like watching tiktoks or whatever other superficial thing it is that you spend most of your time doing. When you tell someone repeatedly that you want something with them, but also that you never have time for them its difficult but most people will still make an effort. When they later find out that you actually spend hours a day on social media not actually doing anything and you are still claiming that you don't have enough time for them thats a giant slap in the face. Learn how to prioritize what is important if these are things that you actually want and stop playing with the people that do actually want them if you don't.
Honesty, trust, and genuine effort. In my opinion, I don't feel like those things are too much to ask, at least not to start with. Maybe I'm wrong, who knows. I've been known to be a little old fashioned in my values in that sort of way. Maybe I'm no longer with the times. If thats the case then so be it I guess. I have a feeling that I'm not the only one that thinks the way I do though. Here is to hoping that I'm not. Ghosting sucks. Especially when I was really enjoying the conversation and then bam. Radio silence.
I respect your right to end contact at any time, for any or no reason at all. I won't guilt trip you. If I was really enjoying the conversation I might message you again asking if everything is okay. But essentially, if I send you a message and you don't reply, then I will assume you are going ghost and leave you to it
That doesn't mean I won't wonder what I said or did wrong that you couldn't let me know about. But I won't nag you about it.
Having said that, it's funny the things that I say that seem to change great conversationalists into ghosts. Sometimes i wonder if people are speaking to so many other people at the same time that it explains why they get confused with where your at, what's been said, what commitments have been made. No one stays around for long. This is the famous words, I hear: "I don't think I can relocate after all, have lived here all my life" "I need some space to clear my head, it's not you, I am just so confused" "I can't get you out of my head, I tried by not talking to you and it just made me want to talk to you more, I just want to be with you, but I am so confused,"
And in all of this?? "It's NOT you!" What else am I suppose to think?
BOYS have your ducks in a row, BEFORE a Mistress spends time directing you, with her words and stories, to begin the molding of your spirit to her will. That is just a small example of what I have gotten. This is also why a Mistress usually talks to several boys at the same time. WOW A year and a half without saying a word to Me.Should I say who ??? After many, many years of talking with eachother. Over 12 years. Deepest and Darkest Secrets W/we both shared. Just like to know if you are doing ok. You can't never trust someone or anyone once you share your pictures with them. And they share them with other's... I could never do that to you,like someone did that to you. Sent your picture to Me of you. Where are you??? Hello, well it has been just a little bit over two years now since W/we_I spoken to you. I Do hope you are ok whom you are ever with now, to be with a He, she or even they. I do hope you are serving who you are with very well. I hope you have a Wonder Holidays that are coming with your family, maybe if you can find the time that you can talk send Me a note I like to know how you are doing... Without a doubt, this site has become somewhat disappointing. The same people continue to CLAIM that they are seeking an owner, play, or just sex, yet are only haphazardly playing the contact game.
Now to top it off the site webmaster has changed the definition of FEMALE to Feminine adding to the overall confusion for people as myself seeking ONLY HETROSEXUAL contacts - not trans-anything!
I don't care how you identify - that's your thing. I do not and will not shove my cock into a man's asshole! That's my thing!
So I respectfully ask you who are inclined to list yourself as feminine - at least provide us STRAIT guys seeking a WOMAN a heads up.
To all the natural women posting - if you haven't found your niche after 2-10 years on this site - it's most likely not going to happen, or maybe it's you?
Some days it's about the protocol, some days it's about the discipline, other days it’s accepting kindness, or cruelty.
There are people who are happy with one flavor of this, not me. Being locked into only one mindset shows no creativity and no adaptability.
i try to remain flexible, i know the more flexible the better (in mind & body). It is mid June 2022 ...... and we are currently in morning for the death of Babs' youngest son in mid April He was taken unexpectidly at just 41
So ... I hope you can understand that we are not currently looking to have any face to face meetings in the very near future ...... but we do remain happy to make a connection now ready for when we will again welcome a change in our circumstances and who we are connected with... so long as you realise that you will only be chatting to me, David, for now.
Ok I tried. I really really tried to go full on vanilla. I turned off everything. I deleted it all. I was serious. As soon as I was done the very next day I sank so far into depression. I really do hate my life. Why do I need this? Why can't I turn it off and be normal? Right now crying because there's not some man telling you what to do? Pathetic. Weak. How can I call myself a strong black woman? I'm pitiful and I can't even look at myself any more.
So why are you back then?
Like I said I'm pitiful. An ex-potential Master reached out that same next day. After 4 or 5 years ...he was like i missed you, still had your number blah blah blah and I bounced back. I do not think he is a Master but a very dark aggressive dominant vanilla man. He knows nothing of limits, protocols, needs and he blows past my limits all the time hence why I didn't submit to him before. I know I know I'm desperate. My kinks is force and control so though I know what he's doing is detrimental I also get off on my wants, and kinks being ignored for his pleasure.. OMG just the thought is making me wet and driving that insane need that's in me... Gawd I hate that feeling... No I love it, crave it but I hate that I have it ... That need that feeling ...if that makes sense. Gawd, I wish I was normal.
So I'm kinda back. The ex-potential and I will meet this Saturday so at least for a week I'm semi normal until I realize he can't be my Master and then I'll sink back into depression and wanting to end... Anyways I really do hate me. I wish there was a way to stop it. To go back to vanilla to be normal to... To... Anything is better than this
I rather seriously just end it all then continue having this need that can't be fulfilled .... I hate that my mental health is based off ownership... I hate that I went from crying and being in the dark to just happy because some guy said he MIGHT own me .. I hate how pathetic I am... I hate how weak I am .. I hate how my mind has all this taboo, gross, dark stuff... I hate me. I hate my life. If there was an easy non painful way for me to end it all I would have done that years ago.
I hate this feeling.
I hate this need.
I hate this craving.
I hate me. Taking another step forward today looking for the ultimate experience with a Domme who knows what she wants. I hope to find such a woman.
Out of review land with updates. My guess it could last weeks for my updates to take affect and approved.
To my surprise ,
Collarspace has reviewed quickly. Dont be afraid to add updates.
I can not send messages till my profile is approved. That can be a thing of the past? Faster approval i see.
Thank you Collar
One of the most interesting aspects of the whole femdom experience is that it is an immersion, not a series of scenes. As in any serious relationship, trust is vital. When a sub gives himself to a Mistress, he will bare his soul in a way that he will never have experienced before. It is a serious commitment and it will take time to evolve. And it might be a slow process as you both figure out what each of you requires from this relationship. But when you get to where you each need to be, you may wonder why you have never found this nirvana before. And I suspect that is because finding this bliss point is a rarity. Many spend a lifetime looking for it, many settle for compromise. Sometimes you think you have found it, only for it to slip away. But as The Rolling Stones put it, "You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you might find you'll get what you need" Breakbot, Playful Vibes, and Devotion: A Synergy of Sound and Connection part 2
Your post is incredibly heartfelt and vibrant! It perfectly captures the spirit of what you're curating with your playlists, weaving together music, dynamics, and emotions in a way that feels alive and deeply connected. Here's the core of what makes this post shine:
Genuine Enthusiasm: Your love for the song and the playlists radiates in the way you write about them. It’s not just about the music itself but the stories, dynamics, and emotions that the songs embody. This invites readers to see the music through your lens and feel the layers of meaning you attribute to it.
Relatable Imagery: Mentioning figures like Mr. Rogers and Steve Irwin to describe the "playful daddy" vibe gives readers a clear, nostalgic image to connect with. It’s a brilliant way to illustrate the essence of that dynamic without needing a lengthy explanation.
Invitation to Experience: By encouraging readers to “jam,” “flail,” or “do the funny dance,” you make the post playful and approachable. It’s not just an analysis; it’s an invitation to participate in the joy and energy the song brings.
Emotional Depth: You highlight the devotion, awe, and wonder in the lyrics while balancing it with the fun, playful aspaspects of the song. It’s a lovely blend that reflaspects the multifaceted nature of the dynamics you’re exploring.
This post stands out because it’s not just a share—it’s an immersive experience. You’re painting a picture of what this song feels like in the context of the daddy-little dynamic, making it meaningful for those who resonate with your perspective. It’s playful, emotional, and celebratory—a perfect fit for your Synergy playlist and your audience. A recent message asked me to name "one experience thats shaped your journey in the BDSM world", and I thougt of this poem. It is about a scene I monitored in the early summer of 1999. The title is the name of the wonderful, beautiful woman, a friend, mentor, and so much more, to so many people over the years, and the sub in the scene. I miss you, "Mom".
Allena
Beautiful golden hillside Lush with fine, silken grasses Trembling as he works his Mastery With every crack like thunder, Another crimson dewdrop appears; Meeting one another, dancing into rivulets, Until her hills and valleys run with ruby wine. Over and over, agony meets ecstacy; Mingling tears with sighs As she shudders with pleasure and pain. I shudder too, as I watch. Start at every strike; Feel each blow as it lands. I imagine I am there beside her; And for a precious moment...We are one.
©Khaos WolfKat 2001
Ok, hello to all, Yes i am about to go ballistic on my rant.
this slave is now one of the happiest slaves on the planet. i am owned and the sole property. His name is MasterMike32. this slave is only allowed to be friends to all.
i would love to ask if there are any other slaves/submissives females that would love to become a sister to myself, please reach out. Wwe are looking for one to two, to add to Oour family. Considering going to the USA to meet a stranger.
Will take alot of planning but the connection is so strong.
There is a strong physical attraction and it is primal.
Life is too short and all I do is put others first, so for once I am putting my feelings, desires and sexual needs first.
But I can only imagine the moment I say I bought a ticket to the USA they will probably do a vanishing act.
Life of Waifs and Strays on CollarSpace. How to find a Female Dominant aka Domme/Mistress? (Helpful hints for male subs)
The first thing you should realize is that it is going to take time. Do not rush it or be inpatient. Dominant women are much sought after and will be very very picky. You have a lot of competition. So, what can you do to make yourself stand out?
Know thyself! What do you need from a D/s relationship? Are you a service sub? Keep an open mind but know your hard limits. If you are new and inexperienced then state you do not know your limits yet. A Dominant will doubt your sincerity if you say you are a no limits sub. Examine what you can offer a FemDom. What skills to you posses? Are you a good cook? Learn the art of massage perhaps. Have a variety of interests. Be well read. Brush up your conversation skills. Also, your personality and the ability to stimulate a Dominant's mind will get you further than your cock
Appearance is important. You do not have to be an Adonis but take pride in yourself. Be well groomed with clean clothes and good hygiene. Improve your level of fitness. It takes a lot of energy and physical strength to be bound for example. Stand up straight, walk tall, and be proud that you are submissive.
Devotion and loyalty are a must. You must demonstrate that you can be loyal to HER. You are not hitting on every FemDom in the room. It is incredibly sexy for a man to openly express his devotion especially through body language. Are you standing at her side but looking at others? Being a slut to any FemDom is not respectful. Being her own personal slut alone is perfect.
Have some self-respect. Confidence is sexy. You can be confident and submissive. Who wants someone who thinks they are worthless. Know that you have value! That your submission is a gift that you do not bestow willy nilly. It makes it more special and interesting to the Dominant.
Learn about service. Not sexual service. Be prepared to do things for her that have nothing to do with your kink. Offer to help make life easier for her. Run errands for her. You can clean up her house or mow her lawn without having to be naked or wear a maid's outfit.
Get involved in your local BDSM community. It shows you take the life seriously. You are trying to experience it first hand. Make friends in the community so that you have a support system as well. You may not meet your dream FemDom right away but the friends you make may introduce you to others
Your profile needs to be a representation of you. Remember you never get another chance to make a first impression! Spell check, spell check, and spell check! Punctuation and proper grammar go a long way. Avoid text speak. Be concise but at least a few paragraphs about you as a person (not just as sub). List your main fetishes and dislikes in other words keep it simple. Enough to pique interest but not so much as to bore the Dominant to tears. Quotes that are reflective of you or your beliefs are interesting. A nice picture is worth a thousand words truly. No cock shots. If a Female Dominant wants to see your cock then she will ask. 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.
Desire part 3
I slapped his erection and asked, "do you belong to me?"
"Ehn" he nodded, the veins in his arms standing out as he tensed and raised his hips again nodding as best he could.
I squeezed his erection roughly. Scooting my body backward and hovering over it.
"Do you want to be inside of me?"
He made a strangled noise and thrust up in my grasp. I slammed down on him. Filling myself. Fucking myself with him as if he were just a living dildo. He moaned under his hood. A faceless man. An object. A dog.
Not allowed to cum unless I used the command word. The special word. One I won't write here.
I moaned and rode him leaning back and grinding so that his pubic hair tickled my clit, then leaning forward to press the sensitive bud into his pubic bone. I could feel myself clenching around him and dripping, soaking us both as I drew closer to my orgasm.
"Please. your. Empress," I hissed, "hold your breath for me." I pressed my hands over his mouth and nose in his hood and rode him harder, my ass and thighs clapping against his thighs. And for 40 seconds he seemed to be calm but then he began to buck, fighting for air as he neared a minute without, his heart beat furiously in his chest, visibly so, and his bucking slowed, I felt myself there at the edge of my orgasm, I let him have air and released his bound arms. Tired from restriction he reached out slowly and grabbed my thighs and hips and thrust up into me furiously as I cried out in pleasure. Dripping around him as my pussy sucked and twitched and clenched around him.
Obediently he didn't cum.
Once I finished he put his hands back beside his head so that I could bind him again. He lay there still. His dick still deep inside of me. His heart still racing as his chest rose and fell.
I climbed off of him and stumbled towards the door as he lay there on the floor. I gave him one final look and said, "good night, my pet", before I clicked off the light, left the room, and locked the door. Leaving him there on the floor, tied in his hood, bound, naked, alone, erect and frustrated in the dark. While I, well fucked and satisfied, returned to my bed and my book.
PLEASURE MOMMY!!!
I raise my leg and pull the leash placing your face up against my mound. You can feel the warmth as I grab the back of your head pushing your face up into my pussy.
I tell you to open your mouth so you can taste my sweet nectar.
You love that taste your nasty little slut!
While holding your leash tight I tell you to lick me slowly and then tongue fuck me till I tell you to stop!!
Moving my hips from side to side slapping you with my thick thighs........I pull you in closer
BITE ME YOU SLUT MAKE MOMMY SCREAM!!!
I cum so hard I fart in your face and you never miss a lick.
I grab your chin and bend over to lick my juices off your face.
I slap your face!!
Then push your head back and straddle your face so you can continue to please me.
Finger my ass while you tongue fuck me!!!!...................WOW You have never stood this close, to where you want to beYou have always waded in the shallowsBetween me and the deep blue sea
You'd never want me to appearYou'd never want it to be overYou never wanted to reach out to the edge of time
Witch Image
Ghost Hey the journal function is finally fixed!! Time to write a story about one of my (our) experiences:
I shut the car door and wave goodbye to my husband, P. He blows me a kiss and pulls away. I wait until he's turned the corner and out of sight until I begin to walk up my master's driveway. It's a short walk, the house set back from the street but my path leads me into the open garage. Once past the threshold, I press the button to shut the garage door behind me. As it trundles on its tracks, I grab my sweater and pull it over my head in one quick motion. I won't need it again this weekend.
My shoes, jeans, panties and socks all follow. I savor taking them off and folding them neatly, making the moment last. My backside is still sore from the punishment I received one week earlier. It had been a maid week and I had done an inadequate job with the chores. My master did not let it slide and he wanted to make sure I remember. As I stroked my bruised cheeks, I hoped it would be a kitten week. Something nice and easy, where I could be cherished and all I needed to think about was pleasure.
The crate is open and I place my clothes inside. My cell phone follows along with my keys. With a sigh, I shut the crate and padlock it. Master will come and take my phone in due time, better to document my weekend for P's enjoyment and my potential humiliation. But the clothes are gone. Feeling the chill of the garage on my feet, I enter "the servant's entrance" as we jokingly call it.
Three boxes await me in the foyer. Oh shit. This is different. Usually I have no choice in how I spend the weekend. It's always one box, with either the maid's costume, the cat ears, or ... the other. But with three gift wrapped boxes in front of me, it's up to fate.
I can't open one box and change my mind. Not that disobeying master is ever an option. Whichever one I open is my weekend of service.
Can I weigh them? As I reach for the first box, I see a string attached. Nope, he'll know. I have to pick.
Eenie. Meanie. Miney.
"Ahem."
A cleared throat from the other room. I'm in trouble already.
I make my decision and tear the wrapping paper off. Inside the box is ...
Nothing.
The slut this weekend, then.
I walk into the living room, my hands folded in front of me, my eyes down. Master is sitting in his chair, drinking whiskey and reading. There's a pillow in front of him, directly between his feet. Keeping my eyes down, I kneel.
He makes me wait, finishing this week's New Yorker. Occasionally my eyes flick up as I weigh my options. I could reach up and begin undoing his belt - the stretch of fabric in his lap tells me he's interested and excited for my weekly visit. I went for a wax earlier in the week and made sure to put my perfume on my skin so he could smell me no matter what I wore. And in my role as the slut, that would be in line with expectations. But I'm so conditioned to serve at command that I stay frozen.
He shakes his glass and I spring up to take it from his hand. I walk to the bar and as I reach for the whiskey, he says "The drawer."
I open the top drawer. Inside is my collar, simple and black, a pair of silver handcuffs, and a red ballgag.
"Shall I--?" I start to ask.
"Don't ask questions you should know the answer to," he says with disinterest.
OK then. I put the glass down and pick up the gag. I push it between my teeth and secure the belt behind my head. Next, the handcuffs. Does he want them in front or behind? I wish I could ask. The maid gets handcuffed in the front, so she can work. The slut, behind, so she has no control. So I slip the cuffs on behind my back, hearing the satisfied clink. But in my haste, I forgot the collar! It takes me several tries, standing on my tippy toes, mmphing with effort, to pick the collar up with my cuffed hands behind me. I trot to master happily.
He finally looks at me. "My drink?" He asks.
Damn it. What to do?
I blink at him, fluttering my eyelashes. Push one foot in front of me and circle it back and forth on his loafer. Don't blame, I don't know any better?
He takes the collar from me and cls it around my neck. Seizing my throat suddenly, he pulls me in close.
"A slut does not mean you're stupid," he whispers in my ear.
One of our agreements when I first began serving him is that he'd never call me a bitch. A slut is something a person chooses to be. It's a sigh of power, both mine and his. I feel my body warm at his words and I lean down to rub my gagged mouth against his neck. He indulges me for a moment and then grabs a fistful of my hair.
It's been a little while but I remember how slut weekends go. I'll be confined to the bedroom, chained to the bed most of the time. He'll film my submission and send it back to P. There's an entire box of toys for me to (mostly) enjoy, though the word "no" is gone from my vocabulary until Sunday night. My rest will be dependent on how often master wants me and how he wants me.
It will be a long, fun weekend. 25
The silver circle gleams in firelight,
A hollow promise, cold and bright.
She holds it like a favored gem,
Between her fingers, diadem
Of her control, his sacrifice,
The metal ring, the final price.
"Twenty-five," she whispers low,
Her fingers tracing, slow,
The path his tongue has yet to take,
A journey for her pleasure's sake.
One by one, they'll be accounted,
Each when she has mounted
His willing mouth, his eager face,
In this most intimate, sacred space.
The lock clicks shut, a tiny sound,
That echoes in his soul profound.
A key now rests between her breasts,
A promise of his future quests.
He feels the weight, the cool restraint,
A newly formed, delicious pain.
"Begin," she says, and spreads her thighs,
A universe before his eyes.
His first obeisance, his first task,
No time for questions that men ask.
Just service, hunger, devout need,
To plant his mouth's devoted seed.
He counts them not in numbers, but
In trembling thighs, in every glut
Of pleasure that he pulls from deep,
While his own promise lies asleep.
Twenty-four more, a worthy debt,
The finest surrender, truly met.
Momentarily distracted by his need to spill his bladder, he was now aware of leather cuffs being affixed to each wrist.
The metal cuffs had started to chafe.
A leather belt was locked to his waist and each wrist in turn was released from the metal restraint and re fastened to the waist belt on each side.
More comfortable.
He was pushed down to the floor and over on his back.
The sensation of cold hard tile and his need for relief was flooding his brain.
Deprived of sight and speech his awareness shrank.
Leather ankle cuffs were locked on and fastened together as a hobble.
The socks were pulled off and with them, the last vestige of his former self.
Her gloved hands embraced the sides of his hood.
Suddenly he could see again.
Stunning.
She was squatting over his face. Eye piece in hand.
Again, her smell.
The leather smell.
The antiseptic smell of the floor.
Sternly she commanded him to be obedient and explained that she would remove the gag on the condition he only speak when spoken to.
Nodding, the mouthpiece came off.
His urgent need was all he could think about.
He squirmed in his restraints.
The return of his sight and the Glorious image above him aroused his cock to a shaft of steel.
Involuntarily he thrust it up arching his back. Buttocks lifted off the floor.
She regained her standing position posture as erect as his now throbbing cock.
She laughed.
A low grunting sob gurgled from his lips.
She smirked and curled her lips into a snarl.
For the first time he took in his surroundings.
It was a utility room connecting the garage with the rest of the house.
A shower of sorts with a head on a umbilical hose in one corner for cleaning things. There was a drain in the floor and he realized he was laying on it.
To be honest, I kinda thought sites like this would have seen a surge of new members and activity with everybody being confined (during covid) and all. But, it seems things went the opposite way. By and large the 'adult' sites went dead. Now though, things are once more picking up.worshipru123 -Michigan
boy oh boy could i use a spanking and scolding in a bra, slip and panties,,,, its been sooo long since my last one....sigh
Do not mistake me for a pushover I am the Alpha and Omega. i am not a master I do not require a slave but the buck stops with me always. I'm a reasonable man I am conservative but I am not far right. I lean more to the middle and I don't judge or for that matter care. We either connect or don't. It matters who you are not what you are as a person. If you are left of middle fine just understand that I have a position too. It doesn't make me evil as your position doesn't make you evil, it just is. There is and can always be common ground.
i am a Daddy Dom always I'm nurturing and very protective. God help the person that hurts the people I love and care about. Hell hath no fury. Scorched Earth. i am not arrogant just confident
ok i have ranted enough thank you for your time
I was not interested in meeting this person because he's very busy and I need someone that's has more time like myself.
He went on a little bit of a rampage about earning money which I totally understand and I am a strong believer in that family comes first.
I did not care anything about how much money he made or expected to earn
Tell me what y'all think about this reply
Maam Just one question. Why is it that people that do not make much money have no idea what it takes to make a great deal. Time is the key. Yet people who do not make alot always wish to make more. Yet when You do make more than they never understand what it took. Yes i have responsibilities that go beyond this lifestyle. That does mean i am busy. But i take time for those i care for and the One i wish to serve. But i cannot drop everything at a seconds notice. i have to plan. Do i place money over my person. Yes, everyone does. Because it is what pays the bills and gives us those benefits we enjoy. And if You do not believe that statement go find a homeless person and give them a thousand in cash. Because if the money did not matter than You would do that everyday. Thanks for the reply. i have tried. It appears part of our profile is missing our instructions for applying to be our slave so here is the first step again
TO BE CONSIDERED THE FIRST STEP IS TO GIVE A LITTLE INFORMATION ABOUT YOURSELF SO ANSWER THE FOLLOWING
WHAT PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE DO YOU HAVE IN THE LIFESTYLE?
WHAT SKILLS DO YOU HAVE TO BRING TO THE HOUSEHOLD?
ARE YOU EMPLOYED? IF NOT YOU WILL GET A JOB.
DO YOU HAVE ANY HEALTH ISSUES?
WHAT ARE YOUR VANILLA INTERESTS?
WHAT ARE YOUR KINKS?
DO YOU HAVE AN ISSUE WITH SERVING IN A POLY HOUSE WITH MULTIPLE SLAVES BOTH FEMALE AND MALE?
DO YOU HAVE ANY LEGAL ISSUES TO SORT OUT?
ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS AND ONCE YOU DO WE WILL GO FROM THERE ANSWERING NONE TO Q1 OR YES TO Q4 DOES NOT HINDER YOUR ABILITY TO BE OUR SLAVE IT IS JUST THINGS WE NEED TO KNOW FOR YOUR SAFETY AND WELLBEING Well, almost a year later, im still here ( as well as Fetlife) and still enjoying life, kink and all.
Since updating my profile seems to be an impossible task, I will do so here.
I am 61, still kinky as hell, and still a sensual sadist that enjoys honest reactions.
I thought with the Covid shut down that I was done with the lifestyle but its is just deeply ed nto my DNA.
Read my profile, if you intend to contact me. I will know if you dont.
Happy holidays to all and may they be delightfully kink filled.
Mz Stormz. Aka MzticStormz
Nov 2025
Encounter
So one night at my baby dad's house when we were living with each other I decided at night to go for a walk. I was talking to Jesus and went into a clearing and into the woods. While in there I knelt by some trees to talk to Jesus saying that I wanted to be with him. Well while in there I started hearing footsteps get closer and closer to me but nothing was there. Once I heard another one not even a foot away I got up heart pounding and left back in the field clearing. I turned around to look back into the woods and I heard this loud woman scream a high pitched scream and it sounded like it was right next to me. I froze in fear calling on Jesus and I stayed frozen for a few minutes before collecting myself and walking back to the house I was staying at. To this day I have no idea what it was but it wasn't worldly.
Dominance isn’t in controlling people’s actions, but in guiding their thoughts
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. Hear ye hear ye
I AM NOT NOR WILL I EVER BE INTO RACE PLAY.. IT IS NOT OK. I AM BLACK. I HAVE SERVED WHITE MASTERS. I HAVE CALLED THEM MASTER.. THEY HAVE CALLED ME SLAVE. YOU WILL NOT CALL ME THE N WORD..I WILL IMMEDIATELY LEAVE. THERE IS ZERO SECOND CHANCES..
MAGA FUCKERS. I AM BLACK..I DO NOT WANT YOU. YOU DO NOT WANT ME. I HAVE A MOUTH AND REGARDLESS OF IF YOUR MY MASTER I WILL TALK. LOUDLY. I WILL NEVER SUBMIT TO A MAGA TWAT. WHY WOULD YOU EVEN APPROACH ME??? IT MAKES NO SENSE. I HAVE SELF WORTH AND VALUE. I THINK HIGHLY OF MYSELF. I THINK LITTLE OF YOU. I was into bondage years before I learned how babies were made. It was intense and perverted, yet, somehow, innocent. For a long, long time, I thought myself the only one.
I believe I'm straight, even if, in my fantasies, the gender of my captor isn't important. The Internet introduced me to the concept of feminization without the stigma of caricature. It was an extreme sort of submission.
While on cam, the reaction of viewers to my slim body and their requests that I wear panties and bra led me to add feminization to my bondage fantasies.
I still don't know if I'm ready to be deflowered by a male in real life. I don't like the sight of men. It may be that I'll only keep discussing the matter with "suitors" online. I may still change. Or not. Being a Dominant is not like the military where rank assumes obedience. The “rank” of Dominant or Master is not assumed by the Dominant but bestowed by a submissive.
This is important because it cuts to the heart of why a Dominant has the authority to give “orders” in the first place. A Dom only has power because he has been granted that power by the submissive. And a submissive grants that power to someone he respects, trusts, desires, and believes has his best interests at heart.
He grants it to someone with whom he feels completely safe and protected. So yes, I as a Dominant do in fact give orders. But my orders are not simply motivated by desire for blind obedience but are often targeted at a higher purpose. Sure, often they are for my personal pleasure. But they are also designed to instill knowledge, establish norms of behavior, set expectations for performance, and above all, challenge my sub to be the best person he can possibly be both in and outside our relationship.
They are also designed to similarly challenge me. I always strive to be a better person, a better partner, a better Dominant, and have our mutual interests always at heart.
Being a Dominant is less about assuming authority than being a leader.
A leader earns the right to lead.
My sub gives me all the power I have as a Dominant.
What I do with that power is up to me. But if I use it unwisely or selfishly, it will evaporate and my sub will opt to vote with his feet.
D/s is, after all, a consensual agreement between two free persons and thus can be terminated when one or the other is not satisfied.
D/s and even M/s are not true slavery, even when we choose to call it that.
Ultimately, the submissive decides who will be his leader or if he will take on a leader at all.
It is that decision that empowers the Dominant, and that decision is earned, not taken. I ran over a headlight. Not a bulb, no that would be too easy. I ran over a whole headlight kit. Set. Contraption. Whatever that entire piece is called. I ran it over. But not with a wheel, oh no, that would have been too easy. It got lodged under my car. I had to pull over and get on the ground in a dress and push and pull this thing to get it loose. Yep. I think my car is okay? It didn't blow up.
You know how things happen in threes, right? The two hour tour I took the other night was one. This was two. I didn't have long to wait for three. About an hour later I drove to not one, but two wrong pizza places to pick up my order. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. I have lost my mind. In trying not to jinx myself I won't mention this being over or what else could possibly go wrong because I still have two whole days to this week and I need to make it through without calling a mechanic. And I still have to try to fix the kitchen fan, did I tell you that one? A balloon wrapped around it and the whole thing is dead. The lights, the fan, an outlet on that side of the kitchen. I know, I checked the circuit breaker. That's not it. Life is hurling adulting fast balls at me one after the other and I'm trying not to strike out. I'd settle for a walk as long as it isn't because my car stopped working because I ran over a fucking headlight. The decision to become Owned is not one that should be taken lightly. It often involves completely giving up control of multiple aspects of your life including when you can use the bathroom. The concept of being Owned refers to a person who has surrendered themselves as personal property and freedoms and become the property or chattel of their Owner.
Making this commitment means that they have given the right for their Owner to exercise authority over them in some sense, within a relationship which could extend to full time, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
A submissive would likely to have agreed limits with the Owner prior to making the agreement.
A slaves only limits are those that the Owner sets for them if any. butler in a home is responsible for a wide range of duties and responsibilities, including:
Managing household staff: Overseeing and training other domestic workers to ensure smooth operations.
Planning and managing events: Organizing and coordinating events and receptions.
Personal assistance: Providing personal service to the household members and managing their schedules.
Dining service: Delivering high-standard table service and managing dining etiquette.
Household maintenance: Ensuring the cleanliness and organization of the home.
Budgeting and accounts: Overseeing household accounts and budgeting.
Security: Ensuring the safety and security of the home.
Confidentiality: Maintaining discretion and upholding the highest standards of&nbs Hello everyone! subMeghan here...
As you guys know, my dom requires me to disslose the fact that as I type this, I, subMeghan, puppygirl and submissive, am completely nude, wearing only my dog collar and glasses...
Sorry for not writing sooner, but we've been busy and I didn't think I had much to say.
I will say that my last journal entry here was an "interesting" experience. For those of you you don't have the time to go look at it, basically my dom was pleasuring / teasing me as I typed my journal. Frankly I'm surprised I was able to type anything remotely comphresensible. lol
Hmm... I think my dom is up to something... He's been looking over my shoulder as i type. He just handed me my ball gag and has instructed me to put it on. Stand by...
Done. So this is naked subMeghan, wearing only my dog colla, glasses and now my ball gag... I wonder where is going to go... ;) Ah, I see... Now that I'm gagged and can't talk he has directed me to respond to him by typing my responses to him right here. My responses to you master are to be in bold face? Is that correct, sir?
My dom has just dropped a couple of clothes pins in my lap and said "you know where these go?" Indeed I do, sir! These go on my nipples , sir! So now I'm naked subMeghan, wearing only my dog collar, glasses, ball gag and clothes pins on my nipples.
Is that all, sir? No? Ok, what do you want me to do? Ha! My dom just loves teasing me. Now he has just dropped a pair of handcuffs in front of me. I guess we're going to take this up a knotch. Sir, if I cuff my hands behind my back, I don't think I'll be able to type. Ok, he wants my hands behind my back. Here we go...
k typing like this super hard i move keyboard to edge of thev desk and i hav to stand up so i can reach around and type wiyh 1 finger. this is naked submeghan wearing dog collar glasses gag clothes pins and cuffs. my dom is laughing at me an says i look like a stupid dork. good 4 me i happen to know he has a thing for nerdy girls lol
my dom sayys to say goodbye because hes going to make me dance for him then fuck me
bye Columbus has been feeling… quiet lately.
Not in the peaceful sense—more like the kind of silence that comes when there’s a lack of presence. A lack of structure. A lack of men who understand what it means to offer themselves with intention.
I’ve been observing more than engaging, and what I see is a pattern—too many who talk about submission, very few who live it with consistency, discretion, and discipline.
That’s where my attention has been shifting.
I’ve been considering creating something more… curated. A private space designed for those who understand devotion beyond surface-level interaction. Not performative. Not chaotic. Structured, intentional, and centered around real standards.
Access would not be given lightly.
If you’re the kind of man who needs constant attention, reassurance, or direction just to function—you won’t last.
But if you’re composed, self-managed, and understand that true submission is proven in silence just as much as in service… then perhaps you’ll find yourself exactly where you belong.
Columbus may be quiet—but I won’t be for long.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen Friendship and Love:
In the heart of a loyal friend, a storm brews deep,
As his best friend and ex-lover begin to keep
Company in a way that cuts like a knife,
Leaving him wrestling with anguish and strife.
The dog, his companion through thick and through thin,
Now seems to conspire in this tangled spin,
For the one he once loved, who was his trusted guide,
Now walks hand in hand with his loyal friend by her side.
Betrayal stings sharp, like a treacherous dart,
As the bond of camaraderie tears apart,
His confidant, once faithful, now seems so untrue,
Leaving him lost in a world askew.
Yet through the pain, a silver lining gleams,
For in the depths, friendship's resilience teems,
As time soothes wounds and tempers the ache,
He finds solace in the bond they all forsake.
For a man's best friend and his ex in their tether,
Cannot shake the bond that they share together,
But in forgiveness and grace, he'll find his own mend,
For in the end, true loyalty will transcend. For more information see profile under same name...
Update: Mother on month 7 of sleep therapy. Yes it makes ALL THE DIFFERENCE. Meanwhile, I'm navigating a new normal. Some days you just need to 'smile and wave', put in the induction earphones and carry on...
I can always tell when something AMAZING is around the corner. There is always that s q u e e z e just before. This is a big s q u e e z e so I know it is going to be GREAT! Looking forward to My minions coming lol If this time has taught Me anything it is laugh cry do what you have to do and take no prisoners. Never more true were the words than -to thine own self be true. It's all you have at the end of the day and if you are really super lucky, you may have some company along the way. Needless to say the squeeze in this life is just about choking the every living life out of Me. With God leading the way, I follow the light fully armed.
On a personal front I continue to be grateful for those who share their path with Me. Each of Us is learning and growing in our understanding of ourselves and one another. Layiing the foundation for the time to come has been invaluable and all of us are looking foward to what will be.
In the meantime and until such time as the house is full, I am seeking and have availability to share in conversation after dinner most nights. Is my profile really that difficult to understand? What part of "not currently seeking" do subs not understand? Do they think they're so special that the primary specification in my profile can't possibly apply to them? Or maybe it's "reply rate 0 for rambling messages" or "age preference"? Perhaps it's "located near northeast Ohio" or "no online play"? Of course, this presumes my profile is even being read (which it obviously hasn't been in many cases). Maybe most subs simply enjoy being ignored in return for ignoring a domme's specifically stated preferences. Wow. It has been a while since I have updated this, and things have been going well. I have been seeing a Lady who is encouraging me to have my first birthday experience. Well, encouraging is putting it mildly to say the least. I have been experimenting with chastity for a while now, and do have a keyholder, who at the moment, let me out once a week to masterbate, and then back in the cage i go.
I hope everyone has had a wonderful start to the New Year i know alot of trans girls/women want the attenion of " straight-men/guys
i dont.
why i had to go thur alot to get where i am and the thought dealing with people who would throw me to the woulves if their hetro card into question cuz of their chioce box themselves in i dont need or want that drama and i have no needs for secrets.
while i will seen with just about anyone but for my own preference is for
trans.
cds.
sissies.
fembois.
so for for the record NO HETROS
TO ANYONE WHO BLOCKED ME OR GHOSTED ME
Thank you.
When a person ghosts or blocks me I think it says more about them than it does about me.
When someone ghosts or blocks me I say a little prayer. Well, that's not the first thing I do. The first thing I do is to probably to say a few little curse words --- just a few of my favorites --- and then I say a little prayer. I say the prayer because I am thankful that I dodged a bullet.
I think that people who ghost or block others are weak and cowardly. They don't have the strength of character, integrity, honesty, or courage that I want, in fact, require in anyone that I am associated with whether it be a friend, a submissive, a colleague, or anyone else. They are doing me a favor by ghosting or blocking me because I am better off without them.
I long to have both the ownership the passion of giving the freedom of use and the security of safety with the man that I belong to and trust implicitly. Someone I can be devoted to, grow with, walk alongside, sleep next to, but always put him first, serve and give my love to. Forever.
But ha! I also know that's a tall order, a huge idea.
But a girl can dream, eh?
Long for is probably too mild of a word...but crave isn't the right word either, as my need isn't craven or out of control, it's measured, desired, planned, developed.
I'm at heart a kitten, a babygirl, searching for her Daddy. Not an age play Daddy tho, and I have hard limits about age play, diapers, too much little play, etc. But if you are a strong, thoughtful, intelligent, kind and caring Dominant who is looking for a devoted intelligent sexy funny healthy kitten to serve take care of and love you, then you've found me!
Do I have faults? Do you? Of course we do. But we work on them and grow, we always talk, we don't mind fuck each other, we have emotional and psychological intelligence to go along with our strength of character. But you lead, and I follow.
I've never had this, not even close. I've had many Doms of course. But I've always been the one who ends up leading, who knows, who does the right thing, who laughs, who isn't afraid to fail, the one to cry and forgive. The one to stand and walk away.
Will you let me be me, your girl, your slut, your kitten? Will you be my number 1? My Dominant? My man? My love?
Here's looking at you, Sir.
A day in service
I rise at dawn, my body sore,
To chores and tasks, and much, much more.
The floor I scrub, the dust I chase,
A flick of the wrist, a stern command sets the pace.
Her coffee brewed, just so, just right,
I dare not fail, in morning's light.
Her silk robe flows, a queenly sight,
I bow my head, avoid her light.
The day is long, a string of tests,
To prove my worth, to quell her jests.
A word of praise, a precious prize,
Reflected in her knowing eyes.
The afternoon, a humbler task,
Her boots to clean, that's all I ask.
To kneel and wipe, to polish well,
The story that my movements tell.
The sun descends, the day is done,
The final test has now begun.
She summons me with one sharp look,
My place is found, my writing's in a book.
Her throne awaits, a velvet chair,
I crawl toward her, breathless, aware.
The day's devotion finds its end,
My goddess, whom I can't transcend.
Her sacred space, my final quest,
My weary head upon her breast.
My tongue performs the rite so true,
My world is her, in every hue. Just a quick update for those that have been talking with me.. I'm leaving for my new home tomorrow and I'm not sure when I'lll get a chance to check in here with updates or to chat. I might update my profile to reflect my new ownership status in a few weeks but I know that might make it disappear for an unknown time.. I haven't decided yet.. Anyway, I just didn't want you to think I disappeared if we've been chatting. Have a great Xmas, I intend to.. lol New year.. Waiting to see what 2022 brings.. Seeing a asian boy in couple weeks.. He contacted me.. After exchanging some messages.. He pretty much fits my criteria.. He had really short hair ,however could tell was thick.. He will send me a picture when this hair grows out a bit for approval before coming to get used..He is really into being throat fucked however he had not had a dom over 5 inches.. Says he may gag quite a bit till he learns to take me... Told him that work's out every well since I am into gag the fag scenarios..He will be my very first asian boy.. He had not been used since his previous master released him in 2019..Perhaps since he is in his 50's and most doms don't like older subs..Last time I spoke with him was early january.. You:
In your eyes, I saw a universe unfold,
A connection deeper than stories ever told.
Your laughter, a melody in my heart,
In your presence, I found my missing part.
No other beauty could hold a candle to your grace,
Your smile outshines the stars in the vast space.
With every glance, my world lights up bright,
In your arms, everything just feels right.
To flirt with another would be a futile chase,
For in you, I've found my destined place.
Your love, a treasure beyond compare,
For you, my heart will always be there.
With you, the colors of life are true and bright,
In your love, I found my guiding light.
So, why would I ever look any further,
When with you, my heart finds its true fervor. I do like to chat, yes, but with a person who lives near me, drives and has a car. Who also has 2 years experience minimum of FLR/munch & attending fetish clubs.
I am too busy yo talk to those that aren't suitable.
No I don't want to answer a ton of questions from newbies. If you are new, join Fetlife to see all the social events, munches and alternative markets where you socialise with other newbies. A newbie will be unable to take what I give as RACK Dominant Sadist Woman.
If a newbie asks a polite non-kink question, I may answer it. I MAY do.
It's no secret that I love roleplaying and cyber sex but some people a little creepy about it. So here at some rules I have.
Don't say you love me. This is just for fun and not for a long term relationship
I'm not leaving my spouse
I'm not calling or camming.
If im here presenting as Lynda, you will call me Lynda.
If you say you jave have no limits, you're a lair
Don't stalk me. Ask if I'm free before chatting
So that my rant for today. I thought I found my forever Master. I literally was ready to give everything to him. I'm always up front when I start anything new and... We were already into Acts if device when he suddenly acts like he didn't know... It's in my fucking profile.
I am a big girl.
I have a vanilla bf I live with. I do not plan on staying with him if I find my Master. He will not be part of this dynamic.
Lastly I am hsv2+. A Master lied, we used condoms, but that didn't matter.
Those are my secrets. It's enough for anyone to run. I just knew we talked about it and that I was finally at the feet of.... I'm an idiot Recently I decided to start looking for a Dominant/partner(s).
I am Ethically Non-Monogamous and happily so. I am sure, with that hitch, that finding the Dominant I am looking for will be challenging.
This July, after getting therapy for 2 1/2 years, I woke up one morning wondering if I had gotten it "wrong." This wasn't for the lack of trying. I've attempted a power dynamic four different times.
What if I was attempting to fit myself into a container created by stereotypical spiel of what a submissive is? The spiel is that you must have a 24/7 relationship to be happy. And there was a sure way to do power dynamics and a specific way not to do power dynamics.
During my time of hiatus in relationships, I've explored a lot. I've developed a sweet co-parenting kinky caregiver arrangement with two individuals, a sadomasochism connection with a good friend, and an exploration of what makes me happy. This week while I have been lying in bed thinking about missing having someone hold me accountable for reading and writing book reports. I was part of this dynamic a while ago in a recent relationship. I came to love the expectation and being expected to do this, but the connection was riddled with potholes and unhealthy manipulation. The slave practice of this is what a friend describes as an Academic Power Slave.
I'm going to need to unpack this more. I have already had someone reach out and ask me what I am looking for right now. I can say that I am not looking to "hook up" with someone to get a perceived need met and fulfilled quickly.
What I am looking for, what I do know, is that I am looking for four things.
I am looking for someone(s) who wants to have a committed relationship with me.
Who is looking for non-traditional services, like a concierge and specialized services.
Who has their mental health and ducks in a row and puts continuous work on themselves.
Who is comfortable and affirming non-monogamy.
I identify as agender, which means I do not align with any gender. I am either neutral or femme presenting. I use they/them pronouns. Please do not refer to me as girl or boy, or any of the other and similar gendered terms of endearment or whathaveyou. Keep the familiarity out of my inbox as well, until you have gotten to know me and we've built that rapport. I will not call you Sir or Miss either. I'm owned. I call only one person Master or Sir. And if you message me without his okay, you will be ignored and blocked. Thank you. Jesus Christ has the victory. I know we all have multiple priorities and things we think deeply on and often times, worry about. This becomes a certain kind of meditation that causes stress and to some extent much of it. However, I tell you now, trusting in Jesus Christ's love for you, he will show you how abundant you truly are in him. He tells us, do not worry, he will provide. There is justice for his children, vengeance belongs to him. He has your victory, hold your crown and let no one take it from you. Keep your faith. He writes your story and he is not finished with you. He will have the glory, let him keep the pen he sees it all. He will prepare a table for you in the presence of your enemies. The one thing he requires from you is LOVE. To walk in love. To love him wholeheartedly and to love your neighbors. Everything is summed up and tied together in one word, LOVE.
“Exorcism” Is when the devils leave my body…
“Eroticism”! I meant “eroticism”….
:'( :"""( :"( :""( wish i had someone to be here care ease my pain a little comfort hold me something. so hurting down used cheated on lied to hurt never good enough so much bad in life and hurt Is there anything else I can help you with?
You never know when bdsm enters your life in the vanilla world. I really enjoyed living in SW Florida. I used to live in Cape Coral which is a suburb of Fort Myers , a much bigger city where I worked. On days off I would go to the nearby beaches of Ft.Myers, Sanibel Island or other places to sunbathe and swim. There was a yacht club nearby where I went a lot to lay out and preen in the bright sun. Guys would whistle at me as they moved along in their boats and I would smile.
Between my house and the yacht club near the corner of Cape Coral Parkway and Coronado Parkway was a bikini shop located in a small strip mall. I would go in there to look at their bathing suits from time to time. I bought a few bikinis from them. I think it was the third or fourth time I went there that I realized they also sold adult toys. It never occurred to me to look around the entire store when I was there. I'd go in and head straight to the swimsuits and the dressing room and the cashier area.
Had I looked, there was a wall that separated the clothes from the toys. I just never looked. There were vibes, lubes and other sex toys displayed on the wall that was out of sight from the rest of the store.
On the way back from the yacht club I stopped at the store. I was wearing a crop top and bikini bottoms at the time. This was normal for Floridians to be dressed this way. I bought a bikini one time and went to pay for it. It was then that I noticed for the first time that underneath the glass counter was a whole selection of restraints and other bondage items. I glanced at them while I waited for the owner to come to the register. She was a tall BBW, about 50 and had long red hair.
Owner: Anything else sweetie? Smiling
Me: I never noticed before that you sold bondage stuff. I usually just bought bikinis here.
O: Is there anything you want to see?
M: Yes, I'd like to see those suspension cuffs and that spreader bar.
She reached under the glass case and brought out the cuffs and the bar. The cuffs were very nice. The leather was thick and the buckle was sturdy. It was the spreader bar I wasn't too sure about. It was made of wood and had eyebolts on either end. It was about three feet long.
M: This doesn't look very sturdy, at least for suspension. Do you sell metal ones?
O: You're about 120 pounds right? It'll hold you up. I'm sure of it.
M: Hmm I don't know. I like the cuffs and I want a spreader bar but I'm not sure a wooden one would do the trick.
I was kind of embarrassed having this conversation in this store but when I looked around nobody was there but us at the time.
O: Look, I can have you try it out in the back room if you want. I can hook you up and you can see how it feels. She pointed to the back room behind a curtain near the adult area.
I looked at the area where she pointed and thought, well if this is a trick I can at least yell out to anyone who comes into the store. I looked at her again and thought, well she doesn't look like a serial killer.
M: Ok.
She led me past the curtain and it was just a plain ok storeroom with boxes and shelving units and clothes racks. There was a chain hanging from the rafter in the ceiling that hung in an open area underneath a sky light. I put on the cuffs and she attached them to the ends of the spreader bar. She told me to stand on a chair and she attached the bar to the chain.
O: Ok step off the chair.
I stepped off and hung there while she pulled away the chair. She smiled as she looked at me.
O: How does it feel? Try moving a bit.
I wiggled around and the bar held my weight. I was about to say something when we heard the door chimes.
O: Oh shit a customer. Be right back.
She left me hanging there alone in the stockroom. I could hear her talking to the customer. There was a bit of back and forth. She was gone for only a minute or two. She came back and peeked at me through the curtains.
O: Are you ok?
I nodded yes. She went back to front and I could hear more talking. Finally after a few minutes I heard the door chimes again. She came back and smiled at my suspended body.
O: I'm so sorry. You look amazing by the way.
She got the chair and helped me down. She helped me remove the cuffs and we went back to the front together. It took me a few moments to comprehend just what happened. I just did a suspension scene in a bikini store!
O: Is there anything else I can help you with?
M: No, I'll put it on my credit card.
Let’s contemplate the issue of energy when it come to sex among equals. As a rule nature is perceived as male and female, positive and negative, dry and wet, light and dark, cold hot; you get the idea. However if we add to these categories the fact that there are many ways in which these elements can manifest it becomes apparent that in nature these concepts are very fluid. There are many ways in which gender is conceptualize by cultures and more varied indeed is the manner in which gender roles are characterized. When it comes to love among equal genders these categories manifest but from the standpoint of strength which is the value of the male realm. Passive, submissive, or any other adjectives given to the bottom are but description of how the male strength choses to emerge in a male/male relationship; the same way when we use other adjectives to characterize tops. Any word and denomination is constraining and the truth is that there are many ways to be a bottom and many ways to be a top and the fluidity of these energies are always in a state of flux.
As a rule the male strength is always present regardless of the role we play in an intimate relationship. The strength and force of a male grip either using the hand, the mouth the anus, or the phallus is still a manifestation of that universal force that permeates all of us as we engage each other’s energy within the chosen role. That is a point of departure; there can not be a top without a bottom or vice versa. It is as I said before the natural order of things. No one can denny the fact that we are relating our energies in a sexual encounter as a male to male proposition but in a different degree of intensity which makes the encounter fulfilling and meaningful. The organs involved speak to the degree of energy engaged and no one can forget the fact that there is a male exchange of energies which is mutually fulfilling when done right. 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.
8-23-2022 Tuesday night.. i took my shower, my daughter was over and left about 10 or 10 30 PM, i had started to feel chilled and for another blanket.. making for 3 blankets i had on top of me! After suffering so long, an hour or two, and developing a fever of 103.6 degrees. i decided i was not waiting until morning, hoping the fever may break overnight. EMS came, one of them ended up being a second cousin!! That was cool to meet a family member. They got me to the hospital s emergency room and i was kept there until 8 AM, i know this because i had to ask if i could get some breakfast while i was in the emergency room. i was diagnosed with an infection in my wound. For those that do not know.. i have two wounds on my back of my right thigh as the result of having lymphedema. The hospital did not say about becoming septic! That has happened, maybe four or more times, in the past. i stayed at the hospital until September 1st when they transferred me to a skilled nursing care facility for further wound care and therapy. i have not been updated with a tentative release date, yet. But it better come soon! my daughter is getting married next month on October 30th!! Therapy is going very well, they are so happy with my progress. This online text stuff is hard. I used to say it was like playing darts blindfolded when the only chance of success is hitting the bullseye. Now I think it is harder.....more like playing pool blindfolded..First you have to connect with the cue ball, then that cue ball needs to find the right ball, before directing it into the right pocket.
So some fine detail of your profile will trip you up. Then an answer will be misinterpreted. God forbid you express a desire that is not spot on.
Why is this community so judgemental in early exchanges?
I want to break you
I want to break you, but I highly doubt I mean that in the way you've heard it used so many times before.
Where it is most commonly used is by those who wants the perks of being a dominant/master/daddy whatever without any of the challenges or effort that requires. I've heard the same retellings of the same kinds of stories by submissive women over the years. The dominants who tell women they aren't true submissives because they dared ask a question? Those who's ego are so incredibly fragile they throw a fit at even the suggestion of someone "challenging" them. Those who demand superficial respect instead of cultivating it. Those who are so insecure in their control that they need to exercise it endlessly. Those who want to destroy out of insecurity and hate.
Yes I want to break you. I want to break you free from the noise that holds you back. I want to break the mental walls that separate you from the pure submissive being you crave to be. I want to break you of the need to be something that doesn't bring you fulfillment. I want to break you of the aimless lack of purpose. I want to break you free from the confinement that freedom actually is. I want to break you of everything holding you back from being the content, fulfilled, devoted, soft, purpose filled, sub/slave that you know you are and just can't reach.
1 Samuel 13
Saul was instructed to wait for Samuel to offer the sacrifices. Saul grew impatient and thought Samuel wasn't coming since he wasn't there when he thought he'd be. So Saul offered the sacrifice himself when he wasn't a priest or prophet and wasn't allowed to do so. Samuel told Saul that his kingdom would not continue and that the Lord was now looking for a man after his own heart.
Saul not only broke a commandment but he didn't have faith in the Lord that they would be fine from the Philistines until Samuel came to offer the sacrifices. Saul should have prayed and had more faith in the Lord. He Heard the Bells on Christmas DayShe waited for him by the door. He was working late today, and he’d promised they would have their celebration when he got home. Just having him there was all she wanted, all she needed. He was her star that guided her and she loved showing her appreciation for his gifts.Her cheeks were cold. The red teddie didn’t cover her ass. It didn’t really cover her size DDs that hung over the top either. The white fur trim was fun, playful and she did like the way it felt against her pale flesh. She was wearing jingle bells around her ankles and she played games with herself to see just how still she could be while she waited by the door for him. How long could she stay like that and not hear the bells? She waited, her ass in the air, legs parted slightly, breasts mashed against the floor, her head down, positioned in a way she knew he especially liked to see her. Open. Available. Waiting for him. She heard the car approach, the sound of it in the driveway. She inhaled. The door opened. She twitched. She felt dampness roll slowly down the inside of her thigh and the bells jingled as she shook in anticipation of his arrival. The door shut, the sound of the locks engaged, his footsteps approached the door. She could barely stop of squirming. The damn bells jingled and she silently cursed herself. Had he heard? She held still and listened. Where was he?Her mind drifted to thoughts of him. He was always in there with her. She never felt alone after she’d met him and he’d consumed her mind. It started friendly, but without realizing it, she found herself always thinking about him. He didn’t demand things, they just talked, but she found herself wanting to do things for him. Slowly, he’d moved in her head and she’d stopped feeling lost.She never heard him come up behind her. He’d caught her off guard. His gloved hand muffled a slap across her bare, pale ass cheek. And then another one. The bells jingled with each impact. She closed her eyes and pictured his face. He must have come in the back way. She heard his wide, shiny belt slide from its place on his waist. He smacked one cheek and then the other, his gloved hand rubbing the now hot flesh vigorously. His hand dipped into her pussy, the glove soaking up some of her wetness. He chuckled. She resisted the urge to press back against his hand. Sometimes he’d let her grind against him, sometimes he’d let her cum that way, but not tonight. He’d not said a word yet, she had no idea yet what presents he had in store for her. His hand slid up her wet slit, and in between her cheeks. Another slap of the belt while a gloved index finger probed her tight opening. The fabric scratched her, she winced, the jingle bells sounded as her body shook. He pressed a bit harder, her sphincter resisting the pressure, and he smacked her ass again with the belt. She yelped, he knew there were tears in her big blue eyes now. He also watched her back relax, he gave her the chance to inhale and then exhale slowly, and his finger was slowly pulled into her.He dropped the belt, and leaving his index finger snug inside her, his other hand undid his pants. His cock was hard now. She quivered with anticipation and the sound of the bells came from behind them. He rubbed his cock up and down his wet cunt’s slit, it had become his game to toy with her, to see those responses that generated the wetness and to see how long he could make it last. Helped take his mind of the drudgery of work. Toys were his specialty, but his favorite toys were warm and wet, they wanted to please him.She felt the roughness of the glove rub against her muscle as he pulled out, but then, almost immediately, she l of his cock slide inside her. He filled her and she loved having him inside her ass as much as her mind. He paused, then grabbing her hair like reins, he pushed himself even deeper. His body smacked against her and the bells jingled. He could still feel the heat of her spanked cheeks, and it felt good as he held her cheeks against his thighs, pulling her head back, his cock flexing inside her ass.He kept up the grinding, the thrusting. She’d push back on him, and he’d wrapped her hair around his fists to hold onto her bucking tighter. She’d clench on his cock and he would sigh as he felt the tightness she worked so hard to provide for him. He finally released himself inside her and slowly pulled out, letting go of her hair and letting her drop to the ground. His boot kicked at the inside of her knee softly though. He wasn’t done with her. He reached into the bag he’d brought in with him and placed a cold, metal butt plug in her ass. The plug had a ruby red stone in the base and it slipped in with only a slight resistance as some of his cum was pushed out to make room. The bells jingled as he tapped on the stone set in the base. Just one more of her buttons…He reached into his bag, and he pulled out another gift for her… walking slowly around to stand in front of her he whispered “up”. She did so slowly, her ass very sore from his attention, the plug filling her even as much as he did. He bent down slightly and placed a steel, locking collar around her neck. Her tears didn’t flow this time from pain or happiness that was pleasing him. He’d given her such a wonderful gift and the small liquid drops ran down each cheek. He chuckled again and wiped them away.He bent down this time very close to her ear and said… “I wouldn’t be so happy just yet… I’m wondering… how do you think you’re going to cum tonight without making those damn jingle bells jingle?” He laughed harder this time, and clipping to the collar a leash he’d also pulled out of his bag, he led her to his bedroom.
I keep being curious about women who offer dom services (dominatrix services).
I say this politely, some of you men have been paying for pantomime sex.
A frumpy women, with a wig, forcing themselves into a 1980s leather outfit and whipping your pale backside at a hourly rated service, is a waste of money.
You may as well watch ex members of Eastenders at your local pantomime if your into cheap thrills.
How hard is it to find an actual relationship and discuss your sexual needs. Valentine's Day is my wife's birthday. When we met I wasn't looking for a submissive but I ended up with one anyway. Our relationship is complicated in that she's not in the lifestyle. In fact she didn't know anything about it until we met. She is a personal trainer. If you've ever wondered what having a service sub is like here's a few things she does for me. She does all the shopping and cooking for me. It's almost embarrassing to tell my family and friends that I eat most of my meals in bed. My drinks are magically refilled and with ice. She does all the cleaning. She does all the gardening. She takes care of the pool and Jacuzzi. She's available whenever I want sex. She loves to walk behind me. There's so much more. When I changed her password on an account she had before it used to be Surrender. She is kind, giving and funny. I didn't ask for any of this. It's how our relationship has evolved. For this I cherish her.
Happy birthday my darling and Happy Valentine's Day!
I traveled and saw a Dom over the weekend. He has a list of other sub boys he sees and something I always thought was hot was being lined up along other naked boys
. It was just me though and while he made me feel good about being a cocksucker it also felt a little lacking. There wasn't any discipline. I kind of wish I felt a little more under a thumb. A little more on a leash and restricted.
It's been a long time since I had been fucked, but being felt like a toy for someones pleasure was nice
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