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YES IT’S SUPERSUB, strange visitor from the vanilla world who came to collarme with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal Doms. Supersub, who can change the course of mighty Masters, bend perverted minds with her keyboard. And who, disguised as ByteMeOk, mild-mannered computer graphic artist, fights a never ending battle for Tops, bottoms and the BDSM way!
Meanwhile heard from the audience: Eeeeeeeeh SHUT UP!
*5 NEW RECENT PICS* I even included a cheesy bikini shot. I don't like pimping myself out, but I had to prove to some that I do indeed have a big ass….
My favorite pic is the one with me and my camera. . I've been getting back into my photography after being away for a few years – mostly street photography. All my art (be it photography, painting or design) has an element of danger to it, so street photography fits perfectly with my voyeuristic soul. (not the sexual meaning of voyeurism but the obsessive observer of sordid or sensational subjects type voyeurism) It very much relates to my truth - It's only when I lose myself in someone else That I find myself – mashuptown.com/files/depeche_mode_and_dr_dre_still_losing_myself_loo_and_placido.mp3
My art reflects my desires (psychological & physical) – not only do I want to capture the danger but also the seedy side. Hey, whoever said sex was safe, and if art were safe it wouldn't be art.
I could hurt thee - but pain would delight thee;
Or caress thee - but love would repel;
And the lovers whose lips would excite thee
Are serpents in hell.
This is an excerpt from the 1866 poem (Dolores “Our Lady of Pain”) by Algernon Charles Swinburne. Modern thought is that it is the first reference to the modern day vamp. I believed this too until I recently reread it… It got me to genuinely believe *some* of the mean female slaves that I have chatted with in the past. Unless you are cruel and rude to them, they have no respect for you. Furthermore, if you show them any tenderness, respect or give some comfort they are repulsed, as if they didn't deserve any better.. Now don't get me wrong I'm not “trying” to make a judgement or cast any blame, but I must confess my sins, and admit that I have either felt great pity or great joy in their misery.. Just depends on which slave we are talking about, and if I like ‘em or not. As a result, perhaps I have a bit of sadist side to myself too. I HOPE NOT, but either way, it's never positive. It also reinforces my thought that the cruel master is only a slave to his hopelessly pain obsessive slave. Give her, her daily dose of pain and she might not kick you to the curb… Consequently, who is the master and who is the servant. It can get pretty blurred in BDSM…hmm..Perhaps it's just mutual servitude...Real slaves might be the women in those religious polygamist compounds… ugh…
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom the emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe is as good as dead; his eyes are closed."
-Albert Einstein
The secret of my failure is I never gave away anything without wishing I had kept it; nor kept anything without wishing I had given it away… It doesn’t help that I’m probably one of the best-read idiots around too…lol
To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing...
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Christine: (to her sister Lea on her first day of work) And always speak to them in third person. Aunt Isabelle said a master is three people.
The one he is,
The one others think he is,
and the one he believes he is.
Always address the last one.
From the French movie - Les Blessures assassines (Murderous Maids) - Good movie!
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The art of being a slave is to rule one's master.
~ Favorite quote from Diogenes of Sinope, who went about ancient Greece vainly searching for an honest man c410-320 BC Cynic Philosopher
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Seriously people, it has been an adventure since I've joined collarme ...
I have talked to Males, Females, Trans, Bi, Gay, Lesbians, Straights, Doms, Subs, Slaves, Masters, Master Doms, Mistresses, Daddy Doms, Mommy Dommes, Peeping Doms, Gentle Doms, and Master-Baters.. I'm probably no closer to understanding a lot of things here than I was before, but I'm more enlightened than I was back when... Think I got the lingo down now...Just trying to figure out what makes people tick and WHY, including myself!.. ugh... Some have made me laugh so hard I peed my training pants (no... again I'm not really in training pants!) ... Others have told me many interesting experiences and about their life in this wacky world... Thanks for your time and your effort to welcome me and help me to understand it all so that I may one day understand myself... And thanks to the few friends that I have made at collarme... You have made my own personal experience worth while so far...
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Napoleon: a true Dom and why I love to read about him.
Also a couple of footnotes on King Henry VIII....
I love quirkiness in a man and Napoleon was one quirky dude. This is a fun read about Napoleon (nothing heavy here) and a couple of short footnotes on King Henry VIII....
Much of the information below is excerpts from Christopher Hibbert's wonderful book, Napoleon: His Wives and Women
His valets did not find Napoleon an easy master to serve until they had grown accustomed to his demanding ways. For example, Louis Marchand, who had been so ‘taken aback’ when his master hurled a cup and saucer against the wall because they were of the wrong set, admitted to being a afraid of him at first. But he eventually decided that there were ‘always good reasons for Napoleon’s anger’, and that, while unpredictable, he was generally a considerate master.
Admittedly, the Emperor ‘was not in the habit of saying he was satisfied. He even seemed to pay little attention to efforts made to please him, or he greeted them with indifference. But, if after scolding someone and noticing that he seemed hurt, he would go up to him and either pinch his ear hard or tug at it.' This implied all was forgiven.’ Yet he could not resist maliciously teasing servants when the mood to do so took hold of him.'
“I can confirm that he used to pinch not merely the tip but the whole of the ear, sometimes catching hold of both of them at once in quite purposeful fashion, one of his valets was to write. “Sometimes when I came in to dress him he would rush at me crying, “Hello, you rascal!” and pinch both of my ears at once so hard it made me scream. Quite often he also slapped my face several times, after which I was sure to find him good-tempered for the rest of the day.”
Not only servants but generals, women and children were subject to this treatment. General Junot’s ear was once pinched so hard that it bled, while the ladies at court were reduced to tears. One of his nephews was also once reduced to tears by an exceptionally painful pinch and was then punched hard for making a fuss.
Laure Permon who was known by Napoleon as his ‘little pest’ (she laughed at him once and called him a puss-in-boots when they were children). Napoleon, who was unable, then, as always, to tolerate a joke at his own expense, came up to Laure at a reception when they were grown and he was already the Emperor. Laure said she would never forget Napoleon’s expression, as he came up to her to pinch her nose so hard that she cried out in pain, “You’re witty, you little pest.” He said, “but you’re malicious. Don’t be that. A woman who is feared has no charm.” Napoleon neither then nor later ever forgot a slight. Nor could Laure Permon ever forget the disdainful twist of his mouth when he was angry, nor yet his charm when he chose to exercise it. Another time he pulled Laure’s ear; and, not troubling to control the impulse that so often overcame him, he pulled it so hard the the tears came into her eyes, as they did on another occasion when he pinched her nose so tightly that he made it bleed.
Stage actress Mlle George, a big, buxom, beautiful and sensuous young woman, who was barely sixteen years old when she first came to Napoleon’s notice – was summoned to St. Cloud.
Mlle George confessed to being ‘nearly frightened to death’ when his valet, Constant, came to fetch her to his master. ‘Come now,’ Constant said to comfort her. ‘Everything will be all right. But go on looking frightened because he’ll like that.’
He often embarrassed Josephine (his empress) when he couldn’t control his passion in public, even in front of generals or ladies and gentlemen of the court and would kiss her hands, arms, breast, neck and face passionately and murmur sexual wishes loud enough for the whole room to hear. Often everyone in the room was embarrassed. She dared not resist!
I could go on about King Henry VIII too, but to keep this journal log semi long instead of incredibly long I thought I'd mentioned a couple of incidents that pretty much summed up Henry the eighth:
It concerned Thomas Becket Archbishop of Canterbury who was a former "best friend" of King Henry II who was king from (1154–1189). Thomas Becket became engaged in a conflict with King Henry II over the rights and privileges of the Church and disobeyed the King many times. Some loyal soldiers of King Henry II took it upon themselves to murder Becket. Henry II was heartbroken for he never wanted Becket to die. Years later Becket became a saint and a Christian martyr. A shrine was erected to him at Canterbury which grew rich and remained the most popular place of pilgrimage in Christendom until the Reformation, when then King Henry VIII dismantled it, appropriated its jewels for the royal treasury, and had Becket's bones exhumed, tried, and condemned, and burned for having dared to oppose his king.... hahahaha... This was some 400 years after Becket's death and after King Henry II's rule, mind you. King Henry VIII had some brass balls and not just because he had two of his six wives beheaded or went against the Pope and broke from the Catholic church, but because he was an absolute ruler.
Henry was never coarse in speech, nor did he appreciate bawdy jokes. Once, when traveling by barge to Greenwich Castle to visit "a fair lady who he loved and lodged in the tower of the park" (her identity is unknown), he was "disposed to be merry" and challenged Sir Andrew Flammock to complete a verse for him. Henry began it:
Within this tower
There lieth a flower
That hath my heart...
Where the foul-minded Flammock added:
Within this hour
She pissed full sour
And let a fart.
Henry was so offended that he spluttered, "Begone, varlet!" and waved the man out of this sight.
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ADOLF HITLER – THE LIFESTYLE – AND A MESSAGE TO SLAVE RECURITERS!
I re-read John Toland’s 1,035 page definitive biography on Adolf Hitler this summer…. What struck me, the second time around, was the passage from Carl Jung (world famous Swiss psychiatrist and founder of analytical psychology – Carl Jung would eventually flee from Germany) what he had to say about Hitler at the time of his reign… Quote: “Hitler belongs in the category of the truly mystic medicine man,” said Dr. Carl Gustav Jung “His body does not suggest strength. The outstanding characteristic of his physiognomy is its dreamy look. I was especially struck by that when I saw pictures taken of him in the Czechoslovakian crisis; there was in his eyes the look of a seer.” This prompted H. R. Knickerbocker (1931 Pulitzer Prize winning journalist) to ask Jung why Hitler made nearly every German fall down and worship him, yet made little impression on foreigners. “He is the first man to tell every German what he has been thinking and feeling all along in his unconscious about German fate, especially since the defeat in the (first) World War, and the one characteristic which colors every German soul is the typically German inferiority complex, the complex of the younger brother, of the one who is always a bit late to the feast. Hitler’s power is not political; it’s magic.” Hitler’s secret was that he allowed himself to be moved by his own unconscious. He was like a man who listens intently to whispered suggestions from a mysterious voice and “then acts upon them.” In our case, even if occasionally our unconscious does reach us through dreams, we have too much rationality, too much cerebrum to obey it – but Hitler listens and obeys. The true leader is always led.” Hitler sang a purely Teutonic song which rang true to Germans and they chose him as their representative. He was the demagogue appealing to the primitive, an echo from their own tribal past…. In other words Hitler was Germany…
The true leader is always led – Isn’t that interesting …Unfortunately for Hitler, the German people and the world, he believed his own rhetoric – Surprisingly it wasn’t power, money or fame that Hitler sought – it was his twisted ideals he hoped to be realized and fulfilled - He was obeying his unconsciousness (an evil unconsciousness)…He believed the Jews of the world were Satan incarnate – that the Polish were born slaves seeking a master – the Russians, dirty subhuman deviants – the Czechs, a nation of dwarfs which whom no one knew whence they came from – and the French, lazy sensualist… etc…etc… Now you may wonder why I bring all this up… It had me thinking of the lifestyle; no really (btw, Hitler believed people who practice BDSM were sexual degenerates..hehe)… I believe some of the so-called masters here at collarme; you know the ones who jump up and down, scream, yell and pout that they are REAL MASTERS… Well, guess what - who cares… You don’t have to convince me you’re a real master (whatever real means) – Mastering isn’t stating the fact – it is being the fact…Can you tap into my unconsciousness?...Can you appeal to my primitive subconscious?... I’m still waiting to see that happen!...ha!... I also read a bio of a holocaust survivor who mentioned that the Kapos (other prisoners appointed to police their fellow prisoners in German concentration camps) were much crueler and sadistic than their German master guards – these Kapos were mindless minions desperately trying to please their masters and was hated by all… I see that in slaves of masters at collarme who are seeking poly families (not all - but some)… Must be that inferiority complex Jung spoke about or perhaps self-depreciation (well if you can’t love yourself, I don’t know who can) – their desperation for love and acceptance is pretty pathetic when they forsake common decency and humility worthy of a slave ...”Hence my disrespect”…. Never liked an ass kisser and never will… Hitler’s henchmen (gangster slaves) such as Göring, Goebbels, Himmler were also known to be crueler than Hitler yet were laughed at and ridiculed behind their backs by other high ranking party officials… They were seen as groveling, sniveling, brown nosing idiots…. The only power they had was Hitler’s trust in them… But even poor evil Hitler, to his surprise and dismay, found out how worthless these most devoted servants were at the end of the war…ahhh.. It was even said Himmler would have killed his own kin if Hitler had ordered him to at one time, but he jumped ship when it started sinking…Once Hitler was gone, so were they… They were nothing before Hitler and cease to be anything afterwards… Same with many of these so-called sadistic, rude slaves who are always trying to recruit other slaves for their masters… Do you think anyone has any respect for you?... Do you really believe anyone has a desire to obey you, love you or admire you?…. Well, there are probably some idiots who do, but I betcha they ain’t got a lick of sense; so in the end, the massah who have these dysfunctional slave recruiters, gets what he deserves in the end, I suppose…Perfect example of the tail wagging the dog… I am not one of those mindless minions, so please stop your nonsense when messaging me… |
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On a serious note:
Allow me to give my thoughts on my definition of earned respect, rudimentary respect and regulatory respect…Rudimentary respect is owed to all of us as human beings, and regulatory respect is a forced respect we have to show to our bosses, cops and judges or any authority figure or laws, (sometimes parents fall into this category too); in other words having to show respect even if we do or do not feel it or believe it is deserved… Some might say that regulatory respect is good enough for a dominate, but I disagree because that is not real respect in it’s truest meaning, nor is it secure, fully productive or lasting…
I was once told that true respect equaled fear…Well, that can be true to a certain extent, for we fear disappointing those we respect…But for me, “earned respect” isn’t fear like we may have with regulatory (forced) respect as we might have for our bosses, such as a fear of losing a job or being disciplined by a higher authority, which usually ends with our eventual rebellion against it…
No, earned respect (the highest respect bestowed) for me is admiration.....I have great admiration for a man who is able to show me his worth, his value, gives me his honest opinion and his sound judgment and yes love (in time)… Understands I am going to make mistakes… On the same note I respect a man who will allow me to see his mistakes too – (Yes!..It’s ridiculous to believe we “thinking subs” don’t see your imperfections… we do, but admire you more for it, if you acknowledge it… Denying it only shows your insecurity.. Perfection is imperfect for it does not exist!)... I respect a man if he defends me when I’m right and corrects me if he believes I’m wrong and patiently explains why; and has the integrity and intelligence to know the difference.. I will respect him if he does not weaken and give up on me, and is able to “more than match my strength” and intelligence... If he shows me he does care for me (as a loving father would for his child)…
I respect a man who values me for who and what I am and what I have chosen to give him.. And if he’s able to show me I can trust him, and that he is able to keep his word, then he will become an object of my highest esteem and regard… I would be willing to go to the ends of the earth for him and give my total submission....However, If I submit out of fear, then I have not truly submitted from my heart, but out of my own survival instincts and for my own self preservation – then it stops being about him and begins to be about me and my survival, and he will only get the bare minimum submission from me until I find the exit door …Author Albert Camus defined it best when he said “Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear”…
Respect is crucial to good leadership, for example in the military, soldiers will give 100% effort to their mission if they respect their commanding officer – An officer must earn the voluntary respect of his soldiers in order to be an effective leader and not rely on the regulatory respect required out of duty (the successful officers understand this – unsuccessful officers do not)...
Soldiers have died protecting their commanding officers, who earned their respect and fragged (shot – figuratively and literally) the officers they did not …
So with that said, if I submit because of my high regard, my admiration, my love for a man, he will reap a bountiful crop – I will find motivation and inspiration to serve him and strive for excellence so that I do not let him down or fail him – then, he surely has earned and “deserves” the loving submission I give him - for he created it in me and he OWNS it…
He will know I have no pretense or a ploy at stroking his ego for added favors - treating him as if he were a fool… Once earned, he will not have to demand it, because it will come naturally and lovingly without any commands…
In summation; you can demand rudimentary and regulatory respect, but you cannot demand voluntary respect…It has to be earned and once earned it belongs to the dominant… Mama was right when she said nothing of value was free…. I consider my submission very valuable for someone who appreciates it, and treasures it… I do not give it away freely or easily..
Now, I understand there are different strokes for different folks here and what I have pointed out above is my own opinion and how I see it for myself …How it works for me and how it comes naturally to me… Some people respect some of the nastiest, evilest human beings on earth (Osama Bin Laden comes to mind), probably because they are just as nasty and evil themselves or have an incredibly low self esteem… Or worse yet, are suffering from some psychosis? (jeezus..I’ll never know)…
Anyway, if you believe my thoughts on respect are bullshit then that’s your problem… My reasons are my own, and they are personal… It is my truth – it is ultimately the sub who decides how much to give and when, whether you like it or not and the sub will always have the last word whether it be “yes sir”, or “no sir”..… It will ultimately be the individual sub to decide if you are worthy or not of his or her submission…It is what it is...
“Unthinking respect for authority is the greatest enemy of truth.”
~Albert Einstein
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Open up your leather gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! I'm finally back at last!
Almost froze my Boo Honkers off further up North...burr |
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What am I fightin' for...
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn - The next stop is ummm I'm not sure, but I'm headin' thar...
Will be out of town for the next few days... |
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I'm Baaaaack!!! |
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will be in the mountains this week where there are no puters!
Yeeee Haaawwww
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Had a Birthday yesterday
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