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I have a question for the sensory deprivation types on here.
Is being made to wear gloves 24/7 and not being allowed to feel anything except through gloves a thing?
Making sure the gloves cannot be removed by whatever means necessary and making the wearer keep them on for as long as required.
Also is making the gloves as impractical as possible like mittens an additional attraction?
Just asking.
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Merry Christmas and a happy New Year. To friends and admirers.
Especially this year people need some cheer and a rosy cheek or two. Whichever cheek you desire to be rosy. Or be Freddy and go for the full house.
Don't be miserable, take a risk. Get the mistletoe out and go kiss the of your desires. The sexual assault case you can deal with later. Next year is going to break a few people, so why not go out in style! At least in prison you get kept fed and warm and probably more sex than you ever desired.
Or just find someone you cuddle up with to share the warmth and maybe a bodily fluid or two.
Seasons Greetings, Happy Holidays to everyone.
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RIP Queen Elizabeth II. Long live the King.
Times are definitely changing. A new monarch, a new Prime Minister and new prices almost weekly for everything.
For those of you that hold onto stability like a comfort blanket, recent times must be very challenging. You have my utmost sympathy.
The one constant in life is that things change. Rest assured that things will eventually stabilise, but you have to embrace the change and if necessary adapt to survive.
If things are challenging for you, set a routine, concentrate on things that you can control and regulate. There's no point in worrying about stuff you can't control.
Or let someone lock you away in a dungeon until it all blows over. 😁
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Is it me, or is it obvious there are no leaders in UK politics. 600+ MPs in Parliament and none of them capable of leading.
Makes you wonder who's telling them what to do and what to say. Who is the unseen dominant?
Who is whipping MPs into line and why haven't I got that job? 😉 |
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Well, it's been a while since the last journal. Couldn't be arsed digging into the site to post one to wait months for approval.
Hopefully now it's back on the sidebar posting should be instant like it used to be.
Enough of the site gripes.
Here's to a better 2022 than the last two years. Hopefully in the UK the politicians have got the message. Us plebs are a feisty lot when you piss us about. No more restrictions.
Now can we crack on and tell the EU to stop playing games? They're dealing with a sovereign nation, an equal. Not some spineless, subservient. That would make my year.
Talking of spineless subservients, I see lots of male subbies checking out the profile now our pictures are back up. Naughty boys. And soo transparent. Searching for pics eh? |
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It's interesting to see how many "female" profiles have uniquely male fantasies listed in them. Also how many supposedly female profiles behave in a male way: demanding , not taking no for an answer, etc.
Its surprising how striking the difference is and how easy it is to spot in profile entries or messages once you think about it.
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Want to find a "soulmate"? Go out, go get a life. Go to fetish clubs, munches or markets and meet people. Do social networking offline in the real world.
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Want to find a "soulmate"? Go out, go get a life. Go to fetish clubs, munches or markets and meet people. Do social networking offline in the real world.
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Whoever is posting the batch of fat slag profiles, they're the funniest things on here for a long time. Made me chuckle. |
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I do read some bollocks on BDSM sites about protocol, about the relationship between master and slave, Dom and sub, that masters have to tear down and rebuild their charges. what they are doing is abusing their subs, making them dependent on the master because of the master's own insecurity.
First off, having my sub or slave walking in front of me doesn't mean I'm submissive, it means I get the opportunity to check out their booty. If it's clad in a tight skirt or shiny leggings, all the better. Wiggle for me sweetheart....
If I open the door for you, is it because I'm a wuss, or is it because I can pat you on the arse as you walk through?
If my charge is strong, does that mean she'sv dominant or does that mean I've supported and encouraged her to be better and do more and go further than she imagined?
True Leaders lead in many ways. They are not insecure. They are trustworthy. They are dependable. They are steady. They have an inner calm.
If you meet someone who purports to be a master who isn't those things, then they are not a master.
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We get all sorts of mesages on here, its quite entertaining sometimes but mostly it gets wearysome.
Here's some general advice.
First off if you profess to be a slave, don't go making demands or setting limits. Go change your profile to submissive if thats the case.
Second if you are a genuine slave then you'll accept the fact that the Dom/Master/Top might want to check you out which might take quite a few weeks worth of messages. They won't be accepting just anyone after a couple of conversations. They need to be sure you're not a complete psycho.
Eventually IF all the dots are dotted and the t's are crossed, you haven't started stalking them online or in person and IF theres compatibility things might progress.
BUT at the Dom/Master/Top's pace, not yours. You're a slave. Oops, did you forget who you were impersonating today?
Sometimes you have to accept that you are not compatible. Move on. Stay friends maybe but as the song from Frozen says: Let It Go.
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Ok, we get a lot of submissive guys looking at our profile. Some even message us and go straight to bulk mail and get deleted unread, poor misguided things. I'm not submissive so I really don't understand this: they want to be dominated by women, who male subs clearly think are superior to them. But at the same time think being dressed in female clothing is demeaning, as in forced feminisation. Surely to them it should be empowering if they think women are superior?
Does not compute.....
Seems to me that by cross-dressing they are trying to emulate those they think have power over them. In that case isn't it more humiliating to deny them?
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Cazzy is out to the Middle East soon. Shall I sell her to some Sheikh? Heaven help the buyer if it happens. Lol
Maybe I'd better not. There aren't many that can handle her! I can't have the poor guys despair on my conscience. :-D
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Last kid has flown the nest! Yay, house to ourselves at last!
And you know what that means.....
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Finally! We get the time to go on a road trip this weekend. First Manchester, then Nottingham. Off to see family and kinky friends. |
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After the Domain Name change it seems decidedly empty in here...here...here...echo...echo...echo.. |
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This was the end of her second meeting with master, they were arriving at the coach station. The first had ended in an almost conventional parting, in that they hugged and went their separate ways like most did at the station. However she left him and boarded the coach that day with a plugged anus to remind her of their weekend every time the coach jostled over a bump.
This second parting was even more special, as she had agreed to wear a chastity belt for the duration of their separation. Only a week, but a week of unknowns: would the belt be comfortable, would she be able to cope wearing it at work, would she be able to hide it from everyone? Her hands raised to feel the steel waistband and he reminded her not to bring attention to it.
So far the belt had not got in the way of her movement. She had worn it from the beginning of the weekend and so she knew she would probably (hopefully!) cope the rest of the week.
The one thing that sent a shudder down her spine was she still didn't know exactly where her master lived. She knew the house inside, but on both occasions when she exited the house to arriving at the coach station, she was blindfolded. So he could quite easily cut contact while locked into the steel belt and she would have no way of finding him. This he said, was trust. She had to trust him to keep contact and to be there next week, she had to trust because she had no other option. The situation was out of her control and she hated it. But it was part of her conditioning, her training and she had to abide by it or be punished.
And if she misbehaved, if she whined to meet him and be released, if she pushed to make sure he would be there as he said he would be, if she lost her trust in him, he would make it two weeks in the belt and she had no choice.
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No requests from male slaves, or female slaves from countries that can't easily relocate to the UK.
So that leaves slaves in EU countries, although the distance thing would be a big problem and the same for UK slaves at the other end of the country.
So that leaves slaves in S.E. England within 1-2 hours of Portsmouth who we would take seriously.
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Hmm,
Seems to be a dearth of female slaves here on the South Coast. I just wonder what it is that leads to the lack of them? There are hotspots around the country, but get further South than London and they disappear like smoke....
Maybe they're all Dommes... Actually if you've had dealings with lairy Pompey birds there might be some truth in that. :-)
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People have aquariums: fish in glass tanks, but I've never heard of anyone wanting to have slaves or submissives encased in a locked, transparent, inescapable tank.
Cages don't look as nice and and thick perspex can be unbreakable. A perspex tank could be mounted on a pretty stylish plinth and look really nice. Line it with fur, fit it with stylish lighting and it could be a pretty nice place to live, albeit being permanently on show to everyone and unable to escape. Unlike boring fish, if you get fed up of the colour, you just place new clothing in the tank and make them wear it. Even better would be a tank big enough for two: the inhabitants could be made to put on elaborate displays. ;-)
The sadist in me says it could be fitted with some pretty devilish bondage and torture devices too.
Stack a few together and you could have a depraved display cabinet.
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Things for a slave to buy in the January Sales:
Shoes and boots with the longest, pointiest heels ever. Must be tight fitting, slouch boots not allowed. Severe punishment for even considering UGG boots.
The sluttiest top and skirt set in the shop.
A transparent white blouse.
A nice long flowing ankle length skirt, able to hide a variety of chains and devices underneath.
Sexy underwear with suspenders, along with decent stockings (absolutely no hold-ups). The bra to be properly fitted, not just guessing the size.
A nice fitting pair of leather or PVC gloves.
A nice fitting coat along with a warm scarf. After all you need to keep warm in winter and you might not be wearing much underneath.
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Merry Christmas Everyone.
Hope your wishes come true and bring your desires to life in the New Year.
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Always been interested in permanent chastity and found Corrie Russell's website years ago. Still curious about permanently encasing a slave in a chastity belt.
Once its clicked on, there's no room for begging or pleading. With no lock and no means of opening, it's on and it stays on. :-)
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I've come across an interesting blog: http://latexlifestyle.blogspot.com/
about a lady that spends all her time in latex and expecially a latex burqa.
A burqa could conceal all manner of public BDSM play: imagine being chained or gagged under there: no-one would notice. And these days no-one would really bat an eyelid.
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I fancy doing a fibreglass full body wrap of a female with ankles to thighs, legs spread wide.
The advantage of this is obvious if the victim is laid on their back, but with the legs in the right position they can also be put upright in a kneeling position so you can use their mouth.
The advantages of objectification.... |
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I see that ALDI here in the UK have just started selling wheelie bin liners: huge black binliners you can get well, anything in! Hours of breathplay fun if you tie up a subbie, put them in the binbag and seal it up. Watch them squirm as their air runs out, hear them squeal as they struggle!
Just make sure their fingers are neutralised so they can't pinch a breathing hole. Duct taping their hands into fists sorts that problem out and a gag prevents them biting holes too.
Place one in the lounge, sit back and eat popcorn... watching the floor show is better than watching TV!
Of course if you want to get the hoover out and introduce a bit of vacuum bondage, why not? It all adds to the fun!
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Female slave wanted. Thats FEMALE slave! NOT MALE!
<p>So many false advertisements on here, so we'd like you send a short
application in the first instance. If we like what we see and hear, we'll be in
<p>You must be prepared to confirm you are real. So far we've arranged offline
contact, but no applicants have complied. So applying and actually being a real,
live, contactable female slave would be huge tick in the box!
<p>Keywords: Submission, servitude, devotion, domestic service, bondage, breathplay, chastity,
incarceration, objectification, uniforms, masks, hoods, collars, gloves, boots,
heels, hosiery, cages, crops, canes, yadda yadda: basically whatever and
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Like the new "Newest Users" funtion on the bar on the left of the page.
Not for trawling for new meat, but CM have inadvertently created a way of accessing an archive of profiles in chronological order. Its interesting to go back and see old profiles we've chatted to and when they were last on CM.
Also interesting to see the long-term profiles on here as they tend to reflect profiles of real people.
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My earlier post about swingers still holds true: we don't play with anyone who requests it out of the blue, without knowing them for a long time and on our terms.
However, it seems it scared people off ever talking to us. Talking is fine. Life is a learning process and there's always something to learn from people. We're always happy to chat.
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Hmm, is an interest in BDSM genetic? I think there's a possibility.
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After a while in the doldrums, I'm finally getting my dom Mojo back.
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We've had a number of approaches now from people wanting to play with us. Some of them quite forceful initially and then quite rude when told "not interested".
I just wonder when being into BDSM meant you shared yourself and/or your partner with any tom dick or harry that wanted a piece of the action?
We're not swingers, we are devoted to each other and no-one need apply requesting anything outside of that.
Yet another public information announcement. Maybe it should be at the start of the profile.
In big letters.
In red.
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I've recently developed a real liking for shiny black latex gloves.
Will have to buy Cazzy a pair I think.
Winters not that far away and women will be wearing gloves again, so someone wearing rubber ones won't stand out much.
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Off to Brighton today. I suspect the promenade will be wetter than a wet thing.
But its somewhere new to explore.
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I was on the Isle of Wight today. Very wet, but it brought out the boot-wearing girls. Very nice to see them return after the hot summer.
Very nice to see the smart young girl in black pencil skirt and patent high heels. Thats the sort of outfit I like. Cazzy, take note....
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I start a new job on Monday. More money, but longer hours. On the upside its working with sports cars.
All in all it looks to be an interesting job.
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Will desperate male submissives stop trying to throw themselves at us.
Let's get this straight: the male half of this couple is the dominant one and has no interest in working with same sex subs, she's submissive (although in vanilla life you'd have to look hard to spot it).
No matter how "domme" she appears in these photos, its because thats how I want her to dress. She isn't dommeing any males, ever.
I'm probably wasting my time saying it though.
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I've been asked what I'd recommend with regard to my last comment.
Well, I'd recommend that people put their "personal" documents and images onto a USB drive. Easy to use, easy to hide and you can download software that'll make it secure with strong PGP encryption. Also easy to destroy quickly and irretrievably should it come to it.
Under RIPA laws, refusal to hand over a PGP key gets you up to 2 years in jail. A prosecution under the Violent Porn Law gets you 3 years and possibly a lifetime signing the sex offenders register.
I know which I'd chose.
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Fixed the PC of a family friend last week. He was too scared to go to a proper PC shop mainly because of his porn stash!
We did have a chat and I told him the sort of images that are now classed as illegal to own in the UK now. He was a bit shocked I can tell you!
Maybe I should start up a confidential PC repair and advice service where I guarantee privacy and don't go snooping round hard drives.
Hmm....
These days there are better and more secure alternatives to keeping image libraries on your hard drive. I'd advise anyone to use them in preference to leaving them on your PC.
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I've been asked was I ever tempted to do a full body cast, not just a hood?
Well, yes, the thought did cross my mind: Body, arms and legs encased, unable to move, turning slave into a statue, a work of art, or maybe with a pink outer coating, into a pink plastic Barbie doll.
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Slave had never experienced anything like it: she knew she had a problem avoiding eye contact, especially when she was annoyed (a legacy of her feisty nature), but this was OTT surely.
Master had fitted her with a new rigid glassfibre hood. This time each eye was surrounded by a tube, which gave tunnel vision. Not only that, as she lifted her head a mechanism worked by gravity would close shutters over the eye-holes. Much like a dolls eyes close when you lay it on its back, this hood closed the eyes when you looked up.
This time there was no getting away from it: you couldn't look anywhere without an observer knowing exactly what you were looking at. Not only that, if it was at eye level, then she wasn't allowed to see it.
She would learn her eyes must always be cast downwards the hard way.
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Had a lovely Valentines weekend.
Cazzy got her own back for previous years by booking a Valentines weekend away at a hotel for us.
That and a teddy and chocolates and roses.
Despite being told not to.
When she does naughty, she really pushes the boat out!
I'll enjoy the payback though!
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Aparrently I've been likened to the guy that plays Bad Santa in the film of the same name.
Not sure if its a physical likeness, or the overall attitude.
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Took Cazzy up to Nottingham yesterday and the snow was all over.
She's only got stiletto heels to wear from now until Sunday when I bring her back. She knows how I like her to dress.
Thank You babe. You can be good when you want to!
Just remember the slippers are for the hotel, not for outside.
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Another weather-related post, it seems to be a theme at the moment (a weather fetish maybe?).
Anyway, I'm fed up with snow. Mainly because high heels aren't practical in the snow. Although I do remember the woman I saw in Southampton last year tottering in the snow and ice on 1 inch platforms and 5 inch heels. There's dedication for you!
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Its been so wet outside recently that I was reminded of the old intro for the ITV weather, with the girl wearing the rubber catsuit with water pouring out of the back of her hood like a watery ponytail. Pity it isn't used any more as it'd be on the TV to perve at every day.
Its stayed wet for so long the rubber mac and welly fetishists must be having a field day. So many days where they can go out dressed up and no-one will bat an eyelid.
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Hmm, dark nights drawing in. I do like this time of year. Its time to hunker down and stay indoors in the warm.
Not only that, but outside you get to see women wearing boots to keep out the cold. Its interesting whilst out and about to spot those who are practical and those that are more er, daring!
Also its time to dig out the gloves. I do like a woman wearing proper fitting gloves, either leather or PVC. Very sophisticated, very alluring, very fetish!
Of course with a long warm coat, thigh length boots, gloves and a scarf, its amazing what you can get away with NOT wearing underneath and still stay warm! Hmm, I've an idea......
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Slave knew that master had made her a new glassfibre moulded hood. She had to endure the modelling session as her head was wrapped in clingfilm, then the layers of glassfibre were laid on top, creating a hard shell.
This, she knew had a special purpose as during the modelling, her mouth was held wide open by a ring gag.
Sure enough, when the day came to try the new hood on, she found her mouth was held open by a short tube as it was locked onto her head. Her eyes were also covered.
What she didn't realise until master was using her mouth, that there were no other airways in the hood, other than the mouth hole.
Not only that, but later she found out master had other attachments for the mouthpiece, that screwed into place. Sadistic, awful attachments designed to make life locked in the hood very difficult for slave.
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Slaves shouldn't tell lies. Not even little, teeny white lies. They should always be honest and certainly they shouldn't be telling lies to their master or mistress.
So, when food goes missing and slave starts putting on a few pounds and then denies its her, some corrective action is necessary.
The first moment she knew something was wrong was when she wasn't released from her magnetic bondage in the bedbox. She was held there, immobile for most of the day. Then master opened the door to the box and put a bedpan inside, locked the door and released the magnetic bondage. Thats when slave knew she would be there for some time.
She had an idea why: she'd been sneaking food as she had been feeling peckish, but master didn't inform her of the reason for two days, as a slave's role is just to accept her owners wishes, harsh as they may be.
Two weeks kept in the box was sufficient punishment.
Footnote: its highly funny listening to someone wearing a steel chastity belt trying to use a steel bedpan in a restricted space like a box under the bed. Clank! Clank! Clank! Very humiliating for the slave, thats for sure.
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Slave thought back to her initial training: her subjugation, rebellion and then finally after many months, acceptance of her position. She had always wanted to be a slave deep down, but fought bitterly at the loss of liberty and rights she had become accustomed to.
Due to her initial unruliness she had been placed in a secure wooden box and it had taken 2 weeks before she had asked properly to be released, then Master tested her by giving her another week in the box, just to be sure she understood who was in charge and her place in life. She accepted the extra week like a slave should, without question or quibble.
That, she thought, was the true nature of a slave: to understand what it is to give up those things she took for granted and truly, deeply serve her Master and Mistress.
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I've been relegated to using my 10 year old laptop for the past few days as my whizzo 2 year old one decided to spit its dummy out and corrupt the hard disc.
Now I'm a patient man, but when you've just experienced the inconvenience of being locked out of your PC, spent a day hacking back into it and then spent two days backing up all your files, the last thing you want is for the recovery discs that came with your PC NOT to contain all those handy applications it came supplied with from day 1.
AAAARRRRGH!
Frustrated and angry or what? I need to hit someone or something!
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Slave completed the last of her chores and was waved upstairs by Mistress. She changed into her night attire, then climbed into the bedbox under Master and Mistress's bed.
She placed her neck, arms and legs in the required positions and waited for the barely audible click and the slight movement of the steel cuffs and collar that signified she was locked to the bed by the powerful magnets placed at points on the bed. She heard the click and now instead of the steel moving when she moved, it stayed with the bed.
She was now inextricably linked to the bed. She couldn't escape her chastity belt and it too was now solidly locked to the bed by a powerful magnet. She had become part of the furniture, an object. She would be de-objectified and released from the bed in the morning, when the timer decreed her day serving Master and Mistress should start.
She drifted off into a secure, unmoving sleep.
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Hmm,
The "slave wanted" ad has been up for two weeks with no takers.
Plenty of views: especially by male submissives and slaves possibly to have a peek at Cazzy in her PVC outfit, or they've read the ad and missed the word female.
Anyhow, one suspects that on current evidence, the "no limits" female slaves on collarme are the myth they are purported to be.
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As a slave, there are things she hates and things she likes. Her favourite activities revolve around weekends where Master and Mistress attend their favourite club.
Because the club is quite a distance away, they book an apartment, which is shared by another couple. Slave gets to serve everyone during the weekend. Not only that, but slave gets to wear her favourite outfit: a transparent latex catsuit, fitted with a black latex hood.
The black hood came in handy the first time she did this, to hide her blushes because she wasn't used to being naked (in a transparent catsuit even though she is dressed, she still feels naked) in front of strangers. But she thoroughly enjoys padding about the apartment, preparing meals and drinks, keeping the place tidy and helping Master and Mistress prepare for the club, all the time sealed in latex.
She was tasked with serving Master and Mistress at the club and even though she was not allowed to speak to anyone, she still enjoyed socialising. She especially enjoys the positive comments about her figure and her outfit.
She also enjoys the fact that she opted not to be punished by pain, as seeing Master and Mistress in action playing at the club shows her what her fate could have been. No matter how much she tells herself it would be the easy option when she is being punished with sensory deprivation, she hates the pain and the marks.
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Tonight, another one of Master's "simple" breathplay games.
Slave is happy as she gets to orgasm ( a rare treat, given she is locked into her chastity belt 24/7), but there's a catch as always.
The catch comes in the form of a latex breathing hood fitted over her head, with a small diameter breathing pipe attached. So small in fact that its ok to breathe through normally, but doesn't allow enough air once she gets to the height of orgasm.
In other words, the more she becomes aroused, the more she suffocates. Always the sadist is Master.
Mistress isn't far behind in the sadism stakes, as its she who works on slave in order to force the orgasm.
She will be a happy, exhausted, breathless slave tonight.
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"Why didn't I just say I'd take pain, rather than this?" She thought. Today she'd been bratty and not a good slave at all. Master and Mistress had instantly pinned her down and tied her up to determine her fate.
It was decided: she wouldn't be able to sit down for the rest of the day. But they couldn't enforce that, could they?
Indeed they could. Slave was brought to her stilettoed feet, then fitted with a spreader bar. Master donned gloves and greased up her anus. Mistress brought a dildo with a short pole attached. Master slipped the plug through the steel opening of the chastity belt into her (with a few squeals of discomfort from slave), the dildo was secured to the belt so it couldn't be removed, then her legs were brought back together and chains at the end of the pole were looped around her knees and locked.
Slave could now only walk in small steps, but more importantly, couldn't sit or kneel. The pole extended below her knees, so if she knelt down, she would be left high and dry impaled on the pole with nothing to stop her weight bearing down on it and the pole being forced dangerously into her body. If she tried to sit, the dildo would be forced around her body at very painful angles. She imagined she could just keep her legs straight, throw herself to the ground and lie there, but she wouldn't be able to get up and once her owners found her, there would be serious repercussions.
No, she would be on her stilettoed feet until Master and Mistress freed her.
Her arms were untied and she hobbled off about her business, the dildo moving inside her and the chains jingling away as she walked.....
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She didn't know how long she'd been locked in the sarcophagous, but now she was bored. "why is it", she thought, "that your nose always itches when your hands can't touch your face?" She knew she wouldn't be able to reach her nose: her arms were sealed next to her torso like an Egyptian mummy and the sarcophagous fitted tightly round her neck preventing any attempts to scratch it. The itch was driving her mad as she had little else to focus on. She longed for release from her intobment, but master and mistress had rules and infractions meant 24 hours locked in the dark, tight, form-fitting glassfibre case. Not only that, but any "accidents" in the sarcophagous meant another 24 hours of encasement and sensory deprivation, plus the backlog of housework to attend to. Sometimes she wished she was a masochist, so she could be beaten and get the punishment over and done with. But as part of her contract, she stipulated no pain, so instead she had to endure hours of mind-numbing boredom. In the inky blackness, all she had for company was the sound of her own breathing. She dare not make any other noises, as an alarm would sound and she would be consigned to a further 24 hours for that too.
She promised herself that she would be more attentive in future and make fewer mistakes.
She would be a better slave.
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As she attended to her chores, she let her mind wander to the day she was incarcerated by her master and mistress.
Nervously walking through the hotel lobby, wondering if anyone else knew why she was there. Knocking on the hotel room door, waiting an agonising age, afraid to knock again lest it be seen as impetuous.
Being greeted by mistress and guided to the centre of the room. Being shackled in chains, the chastity belt locking around her intimate parts, denying her access and having a solid, inescapable, silencing hood locked around her head.
Being placed into the large holdall and being taken back through the lobby she had just walked through, she assumed past the same people who were clueless that the holdall contained a naked, shackled, enslaved female.
Being placed into the boot of their car, to be driven to their home: her home from now onwards...
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As she laid there, she tried to keep focus and not scream out about how hard the task was before her, although in essence, it was a simple one: stay laid in the back of master's estate car and have her head within his reach, while he drove.
Of course, this wasn't so simple: master had secured a plastic bag round her neck with an elestic band, so she needed to keep her head within his reach, so he could release the bag regularly to allow her a gasp of fresh air. She was aware it was there, after all it rustled as she breathed, but couldn't see it in the darkness.
Keeping her head in position wasn't so simple either, as she had been mummified in pallet wrap and duct tape up to her neck. Keeping in position with arms and legs bound took a lot of effort in a moving car. And move it did, as master had sadistically selected his favourite twisty road to drive down on this black night. The bag drew closer to her face as she took deeper breaths, struggling to keep her position, trying to guess which way the car would move and counteract the effect. The bag now touched her lip and she momentarily lost concentration: she slipped a little, which now meant extra effort to get back to where she should be.
The car straightened and she shuffled up like a shiny black catterpillar to be greeted by master's hand lifting the bag and allowing her some air. The cold air made her sweaty face instantly cold. She was allowed several seconds to get her breath before the bag was replaced. That meant a new set of bends ahead. She braced herself as best she could and concentrated, waiting for the first movements to indicate which way the car would turn...
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Had a good week/roadtrip. 3 days in a 5-star hotel in Nottingham and a visit to the Nottingham munch on Wednesday night. All interspersed with visits to family and friends in the Nottingham area.
Then down to Oxford to stay over with friends there, plus pick up my new fish.
Home in Pompey now. No slave in the boot though. Maybe next time.
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This week's plans are are turning out to be a bit of a road trip. First to Nottingham to see a few pervy friends, then down to Oxford to see some more friends and pick up some new tropical fish for my aquarium. Then back home to Pompey. If only you could pick up a slave as easy. Should be space in the boot.....
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I was grumpy on holiday.
Weather was rubbish most of the week. Oh how I'd forgotten how soggy holidays in Britain could be.
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Off to Bideford in Devon on Holiday at the weekend. Family holiday, so no kink on the menu at all.
It'd better be good weather, the lack of kink will make me a rather grumpy bear, if the weather is rubbish too then I'll be more than grumpy.
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Off to missuse at the weekend. Never been to that particular club before, so should be interesting.
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Its been quiet for the past few months. Not enough money to attend clubs at the mo unfortunately.
Pesky credit crunch!
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We're off to Bristol in March for Swamp. The Mandrake Club has been refurbished, so it'll be interesting to see what its like inside now.
Hopefully we'll see all our friends there.
Cazzy has some new outfits, so this time she has some choice as to what to wear!
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Had an hour or so kayaking with daughter today. I need to exercise as it killed me!
I used to be so much more supple 10 years ago!
So, an exercise regime is gonna have to start. mainly so my legs don't ache so much from bracing the kayak.
Otherwise heaven help me when I start attacking decent waves!
The downside of driving a car everywhere.
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The trip to Bristol and back was quite tiring. We're now contemplating attending a club a bit more local. Will have to do some digging to see whats around near Pompey.
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Went to club O as planned. Looks like the weather kept most people away as the club was pretty empty. It was pretty cold in the club unfortunately, but Cazzy got her bum warmed as compensation. After that little workout I was toasty warm for ages!
Thank you to our friend Kerry for organising the accommodation: the apartment was perfect! Also thanks for the lift! Me n Caz were knackered, clubbing until well into the morning takes a couple of days to recover!
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Will definately be at club O, got the hotel booked and getting a lift from friends. Our friend is acting as chauffeuse for the wekend, so for once I'm not driving.
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Not sure about Swamp in March, but should be at club O this coming weekend! (Weather permitting!)
Yay!
I'm a bit dissapointed: went up Portsdown Hill this morning and theres hardly any snow up there.
Althought there was an accident at the bottom of the hill. I mean, who tries to drive down a really steep, ungritted road thats sheet ice and thinks that nothing will happen? D'oh!
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Might be going to Swamp in March. Money is tight though so not certain yet. Hope we make it, Swamp is being refurbished January and February, so would be nice to see the Mandrake all spruced up.
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We had a lovely Christmas and New Year.
Family was round quite a bit, both mine and Cazzys. Even with all the company we found time for a bit of kinkyness at last!
Thinking of going to local clubs and munches sometime soon.
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Just spent the last week moving to Portsmouth. Spent the weeks before that packing, so if anyone wonders, thats why I've been so quiet!
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Yay! We'll be at Swamp in Bristol this weekend!
We have a whole weekend of delicious kinkyness lined up, with most of the kinky guests from the wedding involved. Ending in a group get-together at Swamp.
Its been aaages since we had a whole weekend of kink, rather than just snatching bits when we can.
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Hmm, seems we may be relocating to the Portsmouth area in the next few months.
Cool, I get to be near the sea.
So hi to anyone in that area, maybe you'll see me and Cazzy at local munches and stuff.
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Off to BBB in the morning!!
Haven't been for aaaages.
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Got a wedding Picture approved. Its a nice natural one the photographer took rather than posed.
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Plans have been made... All the kinky guests from the wedding are re-convening at the next Swamp in Bristol.
If its anything like as good as our combined stag/hen night and the wedding, it should be an excellent night out.
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Back from honeymoon in Turkey. Up to 41c and blue skies. Such a change from the weather we left behind in the UK!
Excllent holiday, did lots, did lots of chilling too.
The wedding itself and the reception were great. Even got some humiliation play in, first the vicar asking the girl that introduced me and Cazzy to put her hand up in church in front of everyone and second Me and Caz asking our flower maker off here to come up and accept a bouquet during the reception. Despite her explicit request not to be. lol.
But its been a good few weeks enjoying all the hustle and bustle, the excitement (mainly of the bridesmaids!) and the occasion itself. Glad that everyone enjoyed themselves.
Now its back to reality with a bump. <sigh>
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We're now Mr and Mrs Delphius1!
The big day went very smoothly indeed. Me and cazzy had a wonderful day, along with all the guests. Even the pervy ones, who had a table to themselves and then retired to a quiet corner for more interesting chat. lol.
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Okay, the big day is tomorrow.
And I'm still sorting out last minute stuff. lol.
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Well, thats it, less than a week to go to the wedding. If anyone sees a pink limo in Portsmouth on Saturday, or a newly wedded couple in a black Bentley Continental give us a wave!
Last minute stuff to be done and delivered on Wednesday. Especially my daughter, so she can attend the hair and nail sessions!
A big thank you has to go to Gemima on here for being really arty and doing our favour boxes, table decorations and buttonholes. Doesn't sound a lot, but she's spent ages doing loads of stuff for us and it all looks great.
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Less than 2 weeks to go to the big day.
Lots of stuff to do this week to finalise things.
No rest for the wicked (and proud of it)!
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Went to see the doc on Friday. Had to laugh... he looked at my notes and the first question he asked was: Did they actually take your appendix out? Seems the surgeons didn't bother to mention whether I do or don't own one any more...
I've got blood tests next week. Aparrently there were concerns about my liver function while I was in hospital, so bloods next week to see if its back to normal. So thats intestines, heart and liver I had issues with in hospital. No wonder I felt so rough!
Also bloods for my blood pressure too. So two lots. And guess what: I can't eat for 12 hours before they take blood. That'll be a breeze compared to the 7 days I went without food in hospital lol.
Signed off for another 2 weeks, so I get to stalk about on CM for a bit longer.
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Thanks to everyone on Collarme fthat have sent me kind thoughts and "get well soon" messages. They're really appreciated.
At last I'm fit to drive, even if its only into town to the shops and back and I have to rest for ages afterwards. Also my weight loss has stopped thankfully. I look awful when skinny! Hopefully this is the start of progress back to full fitness. Off to the Docs tomorrow for bloods and a quick check n chat. |
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I'm bored. I hate being ill and having to give in and rest. But this abdomen thing is taking soo long to sort itself out.
I'm fast turning into a grumpy dom.
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I've not had a good past two weeks: got taken into hospital on the 23rd for emergency surgery after being ill for a few days. Turns out I had an burst adominal abcess, peritonitis, the whole works. 3 hours in the operating theatre as they suspected my appendix at first, but when they found that was ok, they had search for the real reason for the infection.
I've just got home over a week later quite a few pounds lighter, still with a sore abdomen.
Now being ministered to by nurse Cazzy. lol. |
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There are some things that transcend the D/s side of relationships: wedding dresses for instance. I'm not allowed to unzip the bag its in for a quick peek, even if I am polite enough to carry it to the alteration shop for Cazzy. Its bad luck aparrently, even for Doms. 
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We bought the wedding rings this weekend. To say Cazzy is excited would be putting it mildly. Hyper is a better word!
If anyone saw my blog on IC they'd understand.
Anyway, one more step closer, three months to go.
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It seems a Pro Domme that I know was outed by the News of the World this weekend, because she was also a primary school teacher. She has lost her job.
This comes after a couple of stories of people outed by the NOTW, including famously Max Mosely.
Looks like the gutter press in the UK are targeting BDSM thansk to the publicity surrounding the law making violent pornography illegal.
If you are part of the BDSM community and work in a job where your interest in BDSM may cause a problem, it might be an idea to lie low for a while and disappear off the net and curtail your activities for a bit.
At least until the scumbag reporter whos infiltrated the local scene is identified.
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Well, Orgasm club was good as usual. Hi to everyone we met there, it was nice to chat, although I was a bit preoccupied by Cazzy in her new dress! I'm still recovering from getting back home at 3:30 and then driving Cazzy down to Pompey the following day.
Got to do without her for 10 days now.
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Yay! We're off to the Orgasm club in Bristol tonight. If any of you see me and Cazzy there say hi.
She has a new dress to show off, in Metallic Candy Red PVC. Which just happens to be one of my favourite colours. So for all those LilCazzy admirers, beg that I take some pics and post them up on here.
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Whats with the new game for collecting friends? I've had a few friends requests from people I've never talked to before and I just wondered why. Is it to impress people? Is it like collecting stamps? I dunno.
Anyway, in future, if you send me a friends request without first having some decent exchange of messages, then it will be rejected. No ifs, no buts. |
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At last, my new profile pic has been approved. I thought it was about time I put a pic of Cazzy on my profile.
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Thought I'd mention me and Cazzy went to the Orgasm club in Bristol last weekend. Not a bad club at all: plenty of space and well laid out.
We went with another couple from the Oxford area that we met on Collarme.
Had a nice time.
I can definately recommend the club to anyone wanting to meet pervy folk in a relaxed and spacious club.
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Well, I suppose I need to post this: we've finally got a date for our wedding! Yep, we're getting hitched in September. So I slip a ring around her finger on that day. We should really set up a day where I also slip a ring of steel around her neck with all our fetish and BDSM friends in attendance.
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Well, today we collected the keys to OUR house. Nice big turn of the century semi with additions, like a double garage for all my toys!
Plus it has a scullery (for Maids), dining room (for entertaining) and an extra room for guests.
So plenty of fun to be had over the next few months I hope. 
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Hmm, change of plans... we go 24/7 at the end of the month now. Work is getting in the way a bit. Mind you she definately moves over to mine then.... my diary entry for the 30th or November has the entry "Kidnap Caz". Now if it comes to that, it could be fun.... |
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Hmm, September was a bit of a washout BDSM-wise... too many vanilla things getting in the way!
Actually this month things are quite busy. My girl starts to move in. Bad news is she's in the Middle East for a month. But at the start of November she's mine 24/7.
So, lots of transition over the next few weeks.
Oh and once she's here, a wedding to organise for next year! |
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Well, August has passed, thankfully. Now onto brighter things. Kids are back in school!
A friend has just passed his bike test and we've had a few ride outs.
The BDSM side of things took a back seat too while the kids were off school. Missed a few munches too. Things will be back on track again though. |
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August, August..... I have a sense of forboding about this month. Notwithstanding it'll be a year since my brother died, I also get a year older. So does my mother. I guess this month encapsulates the fact that time marches on and eventually it catches up with us.... At least the sun has made an appearance and the floods are subsiding. Be thankful for small mercies eh?
Once the yotties have vacated the Solent (It's Cowes week) I shall be off to Lymington to try out some modifications to the boat... as long as the weather holds up.
Oh yes... BDSM news... my girl will be with me next week for a few days, and she's not been an entirely good girl, time for my imagination to let loose and play out some evil scenarios.... |
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I suppose it's about time I posted something here.
July's been a good month for me. It marks the two-month anniversary for me and my girl, I got my boat in the water for the first time since I bought it, and my bike refurbished and ready to go back on the road.
The recent floods were bad, and seeing all the local fields under water was concerning. I just wonder why no national appeal fund has been started to help those affected in the north and the south that don't have insurance?
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