DirtyMindsRule

I am taking a break. My family needs me more than I need to have someone in my life to occupy my mind and heart. My brother is very ill and needs constant attention. I will be here to chat, email, and talk, but I am not looking for anyone to be a full time anything never mind a part time thing. 

Family to me is exptremely important, and I hope those who know me can understand. Family means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. As with someone I just met, sometimes its not about the blood between you, sometimes its about loving those around you like family. My brother is my blood brother, and we have been at odds most of our lives. I have decided to put our differences aside and make sure he gets the care he needs before I take time to devote to someone else in a realtionship way.

Remember, we are alla big family. Do not forget those around you who love and need you in their lives. Until we meet again, Be well.

Master K.

Spent some time taking care of My libido today watching masturbation videos. ONe of my all time favorite fetishes is female masturbation. Care to watch some with me?

http://xhamster.com/xembed.?video=898105

My thoughts go out to those suffering through horrible cold in the areas struck by hurricane Sandy. Everyone who reads this please keep these people in your thoughts, prayers and daily meditations as there are many who suffer tonight.

Parts of a female slaves body and why they are important to a Master

The Head

Hair- Hair is important as it provides the Master with something to hold onto while the slave is accompanying Master on the Roller Coaster and can be removed to provide warmth for the Master once woven into a blanket.

Ears- Ears are important as they give the Master something to rest His glasses or sunglasses on when not using them such as overnight or on long trips while He sleeps in the car.

Nose- The nose is important as it tells Master if something is bad in the fridge.

Eyes- Eyes are important as they relay info on a sweet piece of ass for the Masters amusement if the Master has not already keyed in on said piece of ass.

Mouth- The mouth provides the Master pleasure in many ways. The primary use of the mouth for the slave however is as a tool to respond to Masters questions only. Or to taste if something is bad in the fridge.

Chin- This piece of the head is for pointing out where the floor is during eye contact restriction time for the slave. Without her chin she would not know where the floor is.

Entire Face as one Unit- Collection spot for random fluid objoects and palm prints.

Neck- The neck holds the slaves head up. See above for description of the head. It is also a place where the Master can place a collar, rope, wire, or other sundry products for His pleasure, including squeezing hands and a noose.

The Torso

Shoulders- Shoulders are important as they are there to hold up dresses and bras. They are not to be used if in an all nude setting however. They also serve to carry any weight the Master chooses. 

Arms- Arms are important as they provide the Master with a way to utilize His rope skills, handcuffs, wire, cloth, and chain to provide immobility for the slave so she may rest. Loose arms on a slave may result in injury to the slave from random swinging.

Hands- Hands are used to clean the house, do dishes, apply massage oils to the Master and amoung other things, clean the toilet. A slaves hands are at the end of her arms and possess weapons of mass destruction called finger nails, which should be maintained short at all times so as not to hurt the Masters anus upon insertion upon request.

Chest- This may be expansive with a very large chest plate and wide ribs or may be tiny in comparrison to a chicken carcass. The chest includes the rib cage, chest bone, and collar bones. The arms attatch to this part of the body called the torso. This location may also include breasts. See below.

Breasts- Breasts are fun bags, milk udders, torture points, and allow the slave to dress with cleavage. These are not to be mishandled by the slave for her own pleasure, that is reserved for Master as He sees fit. The fun bags come in different sizes and if you have small ones or very very large one's it is of no matter. Slave's breasts are for Masters enjoyment. If Master enjoy's them it is all that matters. To hide them or show them off is the Masters decision. Upon each breast is a nipple simply for Masters abuse or to feed Masters off spring as they grow. Use of breasts to employ seduction techniques is encouraged.

Stomach- The stomach contains all the slaves vital organs. It is where food goes to be digested. It is also where tickling typically occurs and where the belly button resides. The belly button is not to be mishandled as if it is jarred properly the slaves ass will fall off as the button holds the ass upon the slave.

Lower Body

Hips- Hips are a seduction tool. all slaves should be encouraged to use them to hold up their undergarments assigned to them and may be used to carry laundry baskets. Hips are also where the Master grabs the slave while thrusting from behind. Larger hips are good for the birth canal as a babies head fits better throught them easier. Wide hips also provide a better oppotunity for fisting the vagina or anus.

Legs- A slave's legs are important as they commonly carry the salve from one place to another via the feet. See below for feet. Legs come in a variety of lengths, short, medium, long and very long. Some legs are minus parts due to accidents or injury, some are from birth defect or trauma. Short legs not due to trauma are due to DNA creating a short leg. Google DNA for more info. Short legs are appealing in so much that they create a shorter woman. Shorties are hot. Medium legs are average. Also appealing when shaved properly and shod with a high heel on the foot. Again see foot below. Long and very long legs are appealing shod with heels also. The longer the legs, the taller the woman. slaves with long legs are prized possessions as those legs can be used to make money, for example in the case of a model or fetish medoel. This Master loves legs and uses them frequently for binding and for holding the head of the slave upright in a prone position behind the ears.

Knees- Knees are of primary importance as a slave may spend hours upon them per day in service to the Master. Knees are not to be used for destroying a Masters testicles or as any other weapon. The knees are used for kneeling while cleaning or sexual activity.

Shins- The shin is above the anklle. See below. Shins serve one purpose. A place for rope or other tools to be affixed.

Ankles- Ankles are seductive in nature, alluring and at the top of the foot. It provides flexability for the foot and a secure place for rope and other tools of restraint. They are beautiful while displayig high heels and stockings and can be used to entice the Master.

Feet- Feet wear high heels. For some Masters they are the primary fetish they enjoy. For this Master they simply work as tools for torture and for keeping the slave upright and mobile. They also adorn high heels always.

Toes- Stubby things upon the foot to help balance the slave.

Buttocks- The buttocks is comprised of two halves. The left and right. Both of these sides are called cheeks. These are used for sitting and for spanking, flogging, whipping, caning, and all around abuse as they are the thickest most resiliant part of the body and they provide numerous nerve endings to be pained. The buttocks conceal the anus. See below.

Anus- The hole where all consumed foods exit the body after digestion. The buttocks is not an out only hole unlike the ear. It allows very small to very large objects into it and should be trained to do so. The anus is a muscle and with proper training can accomodate 2 liter bottles, full or empty. It may also be flushed out with enemas or douches, and contains more nerve endings than most clitoris. The anus is important to the Masters enjoyment as it provides a place to keep the remote control while watching tv.

Vagina- The vagina provides numerous activities for a Master. Fingering, torture, abuse, storage, adornment with jewels, a way to clean His fist, a birth canal, sperm storage, fluid intake, a place to fuck the slave, and a way to chastise the slave for being a whore. It is a valued piece of the body and should not be used by the slave to ever pleasure itself unless directed by the Master. 

Clitoris- usless button of pleasure for the slave. It should be ignored at all times.

Lastly- The Brain-

The brain, if a slave has one, is used to store unending amounts of information. It can be used with proper training to please Master. slave's with a brain are typically prized possessions and kept for longer than those without one. The brain is the primary sex organ in the body and should be occupied with tasks to keep it sharp such as repetious learning and chores. The brain may be abused through verbal mental abuse and may at times require a detox to keep it in focus. Slaves using this part without proper training may become homeless after serious infractions. It should always keep in mind that the brain causes more trouble when left to its own devices. controlling this organ before all others makes a Masters job much easier.

I hope this satirical offering for a journal entry amouses you. It is not offered as a true view of a slave. Just a chuckle. Take it as such please. I had some time on my hands and begun writing.

For those of you not aware of whats happening here in the lovely section of the world called New England, (comprising of Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Conneticut and Rhode Island...if any New Yorker ever adds themselves to this list they must die), we will be experiencing the effects of hurricane Sandy in a few moments. The effects had begun earlier today with light drizzle and a slight breeze. 

Hurricanes, if you have never gone through one, can be somewhat scary depending upon where you are in the storm and who you are I suppose.

I happen to be a rather hearty staunch New Englander. I am what some call a Yankee. I am able to can my own food, hunt, build any type of shelter needed, gather water and make it safe for drinking, start fires with no matches or flame, and pretty much survive every year through the winters here. Where it's not the snow that really get's you, its the bitter cold coming from Canada, thanks fuckers. 

Im a hearty old soul. I have the consitution to survive here and I love it. Massachusetts rarely gets hit by direct hurricanes. For some reason the south gets most of them, and they don't seem to crawl up here. We get the left overs. The rain and drizzle, but hardly ever get bombed like Florida or Georgia or the Gulf Coast. When we do get them however, they can really beat the shit out of our coastline. We have numerous islands here off Cape Cod. Those islands take a serious beat down from the storm surges and high tide. In the last 40 years, sheesh Im old, I can recall four hurricanes that have hit us and two that were severe. 

Most of the time, we just hunker down, settle in and let mother nature do its thing. Right now, the weather outside is 52 degrees, winds of about 20 miles an hour, slight constant rain, and the wind slides through your clothes and makes it feel colder than it really is. Leaves are cascading all around the house as the oak trees begin to giv eup their foliage, and maples witht heir yellow leaves dump piles every where. Each time a rain drop falls and hits a leave, a resounding spatter echoes through the dark. 

Time to crank up the wood stoves and set back and watch as whatever comes, comes. 

Here though, theres no palm trees swaying in the wind with Jim Cantore hanging off them to show how powerful the wind is. Its just us against the power of Sally. My bets are this will be just like a typical Mor'Easter for us and rain will be rain, and wind will be wind, and I will get the chainsaw out Tuesday morning and start the process of cleaning up. Sigh.....

You are new here. Perhaps new to the scene, new to the idea of giving all of you to someone else. You have taken the steps needed to solidify what you want, and it is a big step in this game. Knowing what you want.

I see you every time I log on. You are so beautiful. You have perfect eyes, a bright smile, and such a meek look to you. You are gentle and submissive and you want to be loved and held and beaten half to death. I just want to reach out and hold you tight and not let you go.

You are not mine however. You belong to someone else. I can not have you. I must relenquish My desires and give up knowing it to be fruitless. Oh how I want you though. My yearning for you is so incredible it scares Me. To know what I want and not be able to have it is disagreeable to say the least. Fits of rage, fits of unadulterated rage surge through Me and demand attention. I control it of course, being the master of My own body and mind. It is not lessened just subdued. Tranquility comes back into My loins and heart and I relenquish you to the back pages of the site once more. I peek no longer through this veiled window of yours into your life and I move on to a differnet profile.

My longing does go on, but My strength is no longer tested. You are what I want....I can not have you.

Hmmm...don't think I should have eaten the pork with Aso sauce on it. A little too much salt me thinks....

I need a true maso girl to torture tonight. Any takers? lol

I am stressed tot he max with work. This stress is giving Me a hankering for some serious torture sessions with an attractive lady who is a true maso. Not someone who says they are then when I get out the kitchen knives and sandpaper goes, Ummmm....A true maso. 

***I don't use kitchen knives, I cook with that shit.*******

Ok. So my previous entry, about the guy who is now publicly shamed for calling others names. 

I see no problem with anyone being gay, bi, trans or lesbian. No issues at all. I believe everyone is beautiful no matter their sexual identity. I will not tolerate hate towards anyones sexual orientation. If I see it I speak up. If you are on this site, you will come into contact with all kinds of people. To be so ignorant as to say such things will get you a lecture and possibly reported. This site is for everyone, not just you. If you have an issue with how I think, fuck off. The government sees no issues with it neither should you. By law, everyone has the same rights wether you like it or not. If you don't like it get the fuck out. Move to Afghanistan.....fuck I hate ignorance.

Never mind the law, how about acceptance, tolerance and decency???? FUCK

Ok...got it out. You are all ok with me...except you ignorant fuckers. 

So this sub guy on the site said this in his journal entry.....

This website is Fucking gay...dudes need to stop viewing my profile because I am not a fag. Thanks.

Posted from FromNYCtoATL's iPhone

This is My response to his posting.....

Hey man,

I am not viewing your profile. I am responding to your journal entry. Im not sure if you knew this or not but your entries are posted for EVERYONE to see. All anyone has to do to see them is to clik on the journals button at the top of the page when their intitial page opens and what you have posted shows up. Its also available on your profile page if anyone cares to read them.

So that being said. I am not gay, not homo, not queer, not a fag. I have no interest what-so-ever in you or other men. However, this site involves the "lifestyle" of tolerance. Every person here has their own fetish, their own way of living, of loving of having sex and ultimately, of being human. The journal entry you posted shows you are frustrated with men viewing your profile and I understand that being frustrated can lead to outbursts of stupidity from time to time. However, to truly say you are submissive or Dominant, switch or slave etc you need to master your emotions, realize that the people who live different from you have every right to look at this site as you and your profile and just ignore them. I have men blocked from my email because they are too stupid to not write even though I say no men three times. You can't change the world with anger and slurs.

Take some time to go over your profile, include no men in it somewhere, then block men from emailing you. Then they will look but can't write.

I hope you will take this as advice from an experienced Master and not take this as an insult. Being slanderous and using hate speach in a profile will ultimately get you no where. Im sorry you are not happy about who can view your profile, but ultimately, if you do not like it, you should simply find another site where men can't view your profile or take this as a compliment and just leave it alone.

Hope you have a better experience here at CM. Be well.

Master K. Everett

This is how life works.

We are born. We are raised somehow. We turn into children. We go to school. We learn stuff. We experience stuff. We turn into adults based upon our age. We grow some more then turn into real adults. Some of us die early. Some of us live longer and die older.

Here is My reason for writing tonight. Not everyone learns the same things, and not everyone experiences the same things. So when something comes along like Shades of Grey, those who have no experience in this world we share are going to sit back, realize they have been missing something, then go poke around the net to find more if it suits their fancy.

I am not entirely opposed to Shades as it has opened some eyes and made some of this world a bit more acceptable. However, it is like a new drug. Once everyone starts to try it, people begin to question things about it. Then people begin to worry. Especially those who know nothing about it. What comes next? A witch hunt. Soon, hundreds of people who had no clue we existed will be poking and prodding to see if we fit into the moral and ethical world they have created and wish to keep intact. What will this bring to our community? Hopefully, some acceptance.

I commend the author of Shades for touching taboo subjects, although with a gloved hand. It is not easy to write about such things without being too vile in your choice of words, topics and depth of material. As lame as the books are to some, me included, (I've gotten more turned on reading greeting cards), they serve a purpose. They are an introduction to a world most fantasize about and never experience. Granted, I have seen everything there is to see when it comes to parphillias so nothing shocks Me any longer. Most haven't though. Thanks to books like this and the internet, no one has to be nieve any longer. 

Take that with a grain of salt though as Shades will not a Master or sub make. It will however open minds once closed, eyes once shut and put a ball gag and blindfold on them. 

The books do not make Me happy because they aren't My cup of tea. That doesn't make them bad, or wrong, just lame. I live on a higher, sharper edge than the books. How could I ever introduce a newbie tot he lifestyle without scaring them instantly? I mean if I tell a newbie I wil slice their clit hood before sucking on it with some salt, I suppose Mr. Grey is lame in comparison. If I say I will use your nylons to tie you up on the bed so I can spank your bare bottom, now I am working the Grey magic. 

So don't be too fast to judge the explorers, not everyone is a serious sub or dominant here. If someone has read Grey then feeds into this world and absorbs and learns proper BDSM, bravo. If not, at least these people get a looksie at the pages their real life doesn't turn.

I may have touched on this before, if so I apologize but I feel like this is important to revist even if so.

Masochists, submissives, slaves, bottoms all have purpose and reasons for being who they are as do Master's, Mistresses, Dom's, Domme's, tops and versitiles. In this context I want to talk about the non dominant personality.

It is the normal way of things to have different personality types. How you grow is how you are molded. The non dominant person may or may not have had some serious issues growing up that deterred their dominant personality. When addressing a masochist or sub or slave or bottom, it is extremely important as a dominant that you take this into consideration. A persons mental well being is more important than your getting off. This is why we play safe, sane and consensual.

If you are a dominant and not taking someone elses well being, their ENTIRE well being into account when you are playing or living 24/7, you are NOT a true dominant. You are a sociopath and you need help. I am a sadist, but that does not mean I can stop thinking about someones well being while getting My jolly's off. I must at all times keep in mind that this word or that situation may set off a series of events that will ultimately lead to My partners demise. Not everyone is so unstable that a swift kick in the pants will lead to suicide or self harm, but in the rare case that should be the end result of your mental torture or physical restraint or simple play, it will be blood on your hands if you did not take their well being into consideration prior to and during play.

Please people, be safe. This is real life melded with fantasy. This is not 50 shades of grey, (sorry I just puked a bit in My mouth when I typed that). This is very very real and depending upon the paraphillia or fetish, can change instantly.

Have fun and be safe.

Walking around the local big box store this afternoon with a very hard erection tenting the front of My pants was somewhat exciting. Seeing some ladies, you know the crotch peekers, quickly glancing then glancing again and blushing. totally worth the possible embarrassment. I am sure some of them peek uncontrolably and hope for the pay off. Some won today. Listen, Im not a huge horse cocked Dom. My junk is My junk and I have no issues with it at 7.5 inches and 6 around the middle. No one has ever complained. So to have enough to make my pant leg wiggle while I walk is good enough for Me.

Seeing some of the ladies there really just added to the frustration of having it strain against My pant leg, and My thigh rubbing against the head just added more. Canvas or pants that are thicker and made of rough material will work just as well as silky panties rubbed on them from a womans ass. It was killing Me. I need a masochistic slut horribly.

The cold from the window seeped in and slipped across her stomach. She was tied, flat on her back in the shape of an X on the bed. The bed had an old shitty piece of plywood on top of it covered in plastic and slivers of wood crept into her here and there as she wiggled to an fro. 

The light from above shone brightly upon her white sweaty body and made the little trickles of blood coming from her inner thighs shine pink. She took the lashings with the wire brush like a champ, but the scars would be visible for years. No scars she said, or the deal was off. That was before she pissed Me off and threatened to tell My boss I had one of the gas cards sitting on My table at home.

She had walked into work looking for a job two months ago. Wearing a slit skirt, some brown high heels and a spaghetti strap top with a low hung neck line. She looked Me up and down as she walked intot he office and I couldn't help but undress her right away. We hired her for the office on the spot. She controlled the gas cards, the sign out sheets for tools and trucks, our time sheets and credit cards. She had all the power until yesterday.

I took a gas card because my truck needed some gas in it to get home. I was going to pay the boss back on Friday like Ihad a thousand times before. She came intot he office as I was grabbing it and told Me she was going to tell the boss if I didn't take her out for dinner. I took her out ok, and that is how she ended up spread eagle on My bed.

Her eyes told Me enough was enough, but I told her eyes FUCK YOU. I pulled out some rubbing alcohol and began smearing it on her inner thighs. She screamed through the leather strap over her mouth.

"Are you going to tell the boss about the card now slut?" I asked as her head hurriedly shifted side to side indicating no.

"I don't believe you". She began crying and I couldn't help but wonder if I should do any more to her. Her nipples were pierced, her tits full of knife cuts, and her skin was brutally bruised and split in several places along her ribs and stomach from the whips crack. Aw what the hell.

I opened the side drawer on thenight stand and pulled out the lube. I squirted it all over her pussy and smeared it all over My right hand. She would know what a cunt should feel like if it was the last thing I did. I began with one finger, then two, three was tight, four hurt My hand. I pushed and pulled gently, working all five fingers in and out in about ten minutes she was gaping. I pushed hard and slow and felt her pussy expand to accept My entire hand. It was all the way in and she was crying hard. 

I fist fucked her until she orgasmed and then called her a stupid slut. I knew she'd love that and she had every right to be ashamed of herself. She loved the abuse. Whore.

I spit in her eyes, turned off the light, put shirt back on and then went to fill up My truck with some gas.

A masochist, a female masochist, once told Me that her favorite part of any scene involving pain was the emotional release it provided her for all her pent up aggression and rage she held inside. It also gave her a way to be sad and let out the tears.

After many sessions with masochists, I have noticed this is true and different for each person. The reasons why are alomost always different. They can't pay bill due to lack of finances, their husbands a loser, their kids left, they drink too much, smoke too much, cheat on their husbands; pick a vice or virtue it is a reason to cry.

So I thought about it some more over the weekend. I cry. I can admit this. I cry my heart out for many reasons. Typically because of love, hardly ever because of fear, but sometimes because I just fucking NEED to. Humans are built like that. We cry for many many reasons. Often it is to release stress or to show sadness towards an event happening in our lives showing regret, fear, loss, or in My case, happiness. I cry when people are sincerely happy. Call Me weak, call Me romantic, call Me a putz, call Me what you wish. I love happiness. If someone who is the underdog wins, I love it. If someone who is downtrodden and beaten wins, I love it. If someone who is pure and true to themselves receives a thousand blessings, I love it. It is a happy moement in their lives. Awesome!

I can't control it either. It's not like something happens and I determine this crying. It just happens. I think I can feel how I would feel in their situation and I transfer this thought process to Myself. It's a very good thing. Because of all the reasons we cry as humans, love is a major reason. Either because we aren't experiencing it, because we are, or because of all the trials and tribulations that go hand in hadn with it.

The reason I am opening up and sharing this is because the masochist I am talking about can not do this. She has certain receptors blocked in her that won't allow her to cry unless she is horribly pained. She has a brain issue that blocks her senses and keeps her from experiencing her emotional pain, so physical pain has to replace it. Every month or so she asks for a severe beating and then she is not heard from unless something traumatizing happens in her life. So far she has gone three months without a request for a beating. She is not loved by anyone, is not in serious trouble, she has happiness all around her and she is content, but still needs to cry.

Im sure some of you are like that. You can't find a way to cry unless it's forced out of you. Well I am writing to tell you, you are not alone. It's ok to not be able to do this. It is a normal thing. A normal thing I am more than willing to help you through tied in My closet with a nice flogger, whip, cat tail, or impact device. Who needs to cry?

Into rough anal sex, face slapping and spitting? Here's a video I enjoy quite often...

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If you are under 24 and I havent contacted you to talk do not message me. If you are underage, do not contact Me, delete your profile as its wrong you are on here. If you say you are 18 and can't prove it fuck off. If you are enticing someone to talk to you and claiming to be real and are not, fuck off. If you are not an adult, fuck off. If you are a bitch or just out to hurt others, fuck off.

Sometimes, the camera lies. Sometimes, photoshop helps. Sometimes, there's a breif space between truth and fiction. 

Some of us, including Me, have phtos that have been altered. Some of us are excellent at phtoshop, others, meh. My alterations are not to betray, but to hide. I had a stalker a few years ago, and after all I have been through, I do not want My first photo to be of My face. Sorry ladies, its how it is. 

The other alterations are to blur out My work logo on My shirt, to make My massive penis look smaller so no one wants Me just for My cock, and the other, so you can't see the dirty dead bodies laying all around Me in the background. Ok, I was being a bit silly there. I am not hiding a massive cock nor am I worried you give a fuck, and all the dead bodies are clean. Wait, strike that, no dead anything.

Ok, so My simple point here tonight. I understand some photos are doctored. Perhaps a blemish gone, a panty line, some reconstructive surgery scars, or an old flame are out of the pictures. What I do not get, sincerely, is photoshopping out the adorable black bar across the eyes. I love the black bar! Don't photoshop the bar out with your real eyes! Such a turn off!

Ok all kidding aside. My photos are Me, they are what you get. I am not a fashion model, well I am but shhhh I work for a landscaper on the side, and I am as genuine as I get. 

Are you?

In searching the dark we often find the light.

In searching our mind we often find whats right.

In searching our souls we often find whats wrong.

In searching through life we often find too much.

Finding, looking, finding, looking, finding, looking. It is all this wordl does now. Everyone is online, connected, set up for wireless and wifi and blue tooth and DSL and Fios. I long for the days of one phone on my wall and thats that. To come home to a machine that plays the calls of the day back with messages from those who left one. No one to contact me during the day, no one to harrass me during the night. Just one phone, on the wall and I can not walk three blocks away with it and still talk.

We are all searching here. Some of us will find love, some lust, some dirt, and some rust. Some of us will find ourselves. I think most of us are searching for our selves. Our one true self. Some of us, of course, already know who we are so that search is over. However some of you here are not quite sure. Let Me give you some sage Masterly advice. YOU ARE HUMAN. Ok done, you no longer have to search. Simple as pie that.

We all are. I do not care if you think you are something else, you are human. Thats the real you. Not sub, master, dom, domme, slave Gorean, fairy, peekachu, anime, lovedoll, or what ever you think you are. You are human. Thats it.

Hope I helped here. If you have any doubts of your humanity, you will bleed red as soon as My whip cuts you, trust Me.

So let Me stress My need for you to talk to Me as such. Approach Me as a nother human would another human outside this venue please. Do not call Me Sir, Master or what have you until you know Me. Sir out of respect is acceptable I suppose, but I have not earned it yet, so you can call Me sir lowercase cuz I am older than you if you please.

Stop searching, let it happen, enjoy the ride.

Captivity-

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I have decided to spice things up a bit with My journals. From time to time I am going to post some pictures, porn in general, for those of you who are visually stimulated that I find from around the web. If anyone objects please let Me know. If you like please let Me know. I will remove pics that anyone wants removed, especially if it turns out to be you. I will not be taking pics from this web site, so no worries. I respect you all and would never do that.

So on with the show.

If you can do this for hours let Me know.

This world we live in here is broken up into many parts. Finding the part you belong to can be consuming and exhausting. Fortunately, once you find the spot you belong, it is easier to consume yourself with immersion into the darker side of life.

There are the Dominants. Those who are dominant in personality and live as such.

There are the submissives. Those who are submissive in personality and live as such.

There are the switches. Those who like a little variety in their roles of life.

There are the fetishist's. Those only looking to explore certain sexual fetishes. Perhaps not looking for a Dom or top to help them do so, just looking for like minded soul's into the same fetish as them.

There are the kinksters. Those who like a wee bit o the kink in their life. Someone who is completely vanilla but likes a bit of a spanking from time to time.

Then, there are the darker personality traits. Sadists and masochists. Sadists are those who enjoy inflicting pain upon others. Masochists are those who enjoy having pain inflicted upon them.

As with all roles in life, there are many different levels of all roles I have listed. Some are very extreme, some are bland by Mother Theresa standards. Perhaps you were raised to think wiping the wrong way is a sin. If you wipe the wrong way just to feel dirty, you are far from a darker side of life kind of person. If you wipe the wrong way then smear it on someone else, well that's more dark. If you wipe the wrong way, smear it on someone else then enclose them in rubber and make them sleep in a tub full of cold urine after slicing their nipples sideways. Thats dark.

Why am I offering an explanation in My journal? Because its is this simple. You fit in to a group regardless of orientation or proclivity. We all have fetishes, we all have desires, fantasies and needs. Some of us will be into the deep heavy stuff, some of us won't. Tolerance for others needs and proclivities needs to be a part of our interactions here. We are all human regardless of our vanilla world or deviant worlds. Mutual respect for what one another are into, and understanding that how we got here may be from different roads, but we all end up here anyways, is valuable and important to understanding why we do what we do.

This site is not just for one type of person or way to live. It is for the curious, the experienced, the hard core lifestyler, the kink junkie and the wankers. Keep that in mind the next time you speak to someone. Respect is a core value here.

I suppose cynicism has it's place. One being subjected to constant let down, derisive change, prohibitive allowances, straight out abuse, or neglect would be more prone to cynical attitude and therefore appropriate to lash out at anything and anyone who pains them or annoys them. However, as a Master, I would be less inclined to seek a sub or slave who surrounds themselves with a dirty cloud of cynical judgment.

Not because I don't enjoy a good cynical barb or have any cynicism in my own sense of humor, but because of the length of time it takes for one to build a trusting relationship with someone who is cynical. It takes a long time, a lot of life experience, and true faith to overcome some things which make us cynical. Do I really have that sort of time left on my plate? I think not.

Although your cynical humor may just be a simple reflection of your sense of humor, defining that as a separate entity and personality trait of your self, it is important to mark this in your presentation of yourself. Being cynical isn't bad, again this is just my opinion, it is however, a representation of your fear of failure, your lack of faith in humanity, your negative impact on others and your self, and a lesser way to convey these fears and anxieties so others "stay away".

Again just my humble opinion. I have cynical bones in my psyche, many do. After years of exploring myself, and my self, realizing where this stems from and how it affects others positive reaction to me, I felt I needed to share these thoughts as there are many many cynics here at CM and elsewhere.

Not everyone can be a positive influence in others lives. Not everyone can overcome that which makes us who we are. However, we can attempt to see how we impact others lives and focus our strengths upon making our impact a positive and powerful one. At least once a day I try to find a way to positively impact another's life. Simple kind words, positive encouragement, a helping hand. It isn't that hard. Good luck all you cynics out there.

Sense of humor please.....have one...

Im too nice apparently. I guess I need to step it up a bit in the asshole department because Im boring or something. I guess it takes a solid punch in the face before someone wants to appreciate the intricacies of being a Master. Not only do I have to take into account who I am speaking to or with, I also have to psychologically sum them up psychologically in a few breif moments. Ahhh the instant gratification generation, or GEN IG is here.

I find it DISGUSTING that in order to find out anything about anyone here or for that matter on any other site, I have to provide all the information up front like I am applying for a fucking job. That means an hour of typing who, what, when , where, why, and for how long into a neat package that says all anyone needs to know to know me. Then I have to send it off and hope it doesn't trigger bulk mail because I used words like intelligence, pretty, sub, slave, cock, balls, or FUCK. Then wait to see if it illicits any response.

This is not a rant about not getting a response. Its a rant about basic social skills so many of YOU lack here. "Hi" equals a response of "hi "or "hello". "How are you?" Should provoke thoughtful responses such as "I am well", or "OK thank you how are you?" It should not provoke three word sentences as YOU demanded more from Me in the first place. Just sayin. DON'T BE A FUCKING HYPOCRITE

Ok. So back to Me being too nice. I like to call things like they are. Rarely am I PC anymore. (For you dumb asses who think I mean PC or Mac, go to bed, you have school in the morning). I generally shoot from the hip and give My opinion as it flies. I also like to make sure I tell people how I feel, good or bad in case I never get the opportunity again. Shit happens, people die, move, break their chains that bind them and run away or die again. So I like to tell the people I admire I admire them, the people I despise I despise them, (mostly for their incredible hair), and tell the truth.

So when someone tells Me I am too nice, hey, I get it. You had this fantasy of what you thought you would like to hear ahead of time and I may have hit it off a bit at first but then I gave you room to breath. I was too nice. Yep. I was. My bad.

Now lets think about this. Unless someone is clinically insane, being a delicious asshole 24/7, rarely happens. Trying to have a normal conversation with a doormat of a person, well that is practical. Being a dick 24/7, definately not. So if you expect Me to bow to your every wish and command, or expect Me to make every wish you have come true, way to dream anal whore, way to dream.

There has to be an exchange of power even within oneself at some point in time throughout the day. There has to be for ones own sanity. I will let down My Dom or sadistic side so I can actually interact with another human. If you just want Me to shit on you all day, fine I will. Just don't expect Me to provide toilet paper, toothpaste or a wash cloth to wipe up after I am done. And certainly do not expect Me to give a flying fuck about your well being EVER.

Honestly, not what I want. I want to beat you, fuck you, hate you, mentally fuck you up, destroy you, skin you alive, but at the same time I want to be able to carry on an adult convo about why hemeroids flair up from lifitng shit all day without feeling like I have to punch you in the face first. Jesus, whats a guy gotta do to have a conversation with someone?

To sum up. GEN IG- tell them what you want, interested, yes/no move on. Seems to Me a road to instantata non-grata to Me.

Get to know people for Christ's sake. Take some time to explore their minds, their hearts and their desires. Then maybe, just maybe you will find someone who wants to shit in your eyes and punch your tits just the way you want it so badly. Stupid fucking cunt.

See it isn't too hard to be mean. Throw out the c word, a light beating, some mild to wild kinks and you got yourself a relationship.

A note on respect- If your profile says to degrade you and have no mercy, what the fuck do you expect from anyone? You can't state you wish to be degraded and humiliated and not expect someone to write you and do so. Respect for yourself and respect for others. Tell it like it is then live up to your words. Stop being a demanding bitch.

For those of you who are ignorant and tend to stumble all over yourselves about politics, here is a breif explanation of how this works here in the United States in simple terms.

Every four years We the People, elect a new President. This President is at the top of our political process we call a Democracy. We actually live in a Republic, not a Democracy, but no sense splitting peas.

This President has certain powers, some of which include appointing Supreme Court Judges, the power to veto, appointing cabinet members, hosting other heads of state, and of course, being the Commander in Cheif of our military to name a few.

Under the President is our Congress or for those in the UK or other democratically inclined states, Parliment. This is comprised of two branches, the Senate and the House of Representatives. In this Congress, we attempt to pass new laws and budgets to keep the country running properly, and these reperesentatives in this Congress, we the people elect for terms of two to four years with chances for re-election.

The next branch of government is the Judiciary branch. The highest of which is the Supreme Court. Comprised of judges appointed by the President basically for life. Their job is to hear court cases that in effect, affect we the people in monumental ways. They are the end of the court process here. There is no higher authority to rule upon things which affect our constitutional rights and liberty.

So, in review...President, Congress, Judicial. All are in place as a check and balance for the others. So no one here has complete power over how the country works. Congress makes a law, the President signs it into law, and the Supreme Court hears cases the determine if that law is constitutionally correct. If not the Supreme Court strikes down the law or tells Congress and the President it must be amended or changed. If the President wants a law or bill passed he must get it approved by Congress. If Congress wants a bil or law passed, it must be approved by the President. So all three are a check and balance.

Now the President only has so many powers and can only do so many things. He can not dictate or control anything without Congress letting him/her. Congress can only do so many things without the Presidents authority. However, here is a point that slips past most Americans. If you do not change Congress, meaning elect new Senate memebers and Representatives, the situation will always be the same. We can oust our President, we can blame our President, we can foolishly elect a President that goes against all we see as good. It does not matter. In the end, our Congress is who does not listen to us, and does not apply law based on our wants and needs. The person at the top doesn't have our ear as the Congress is supposed to.

They are supposed to be our representation to the world of how we wish our contry to run. Not the President. The president is just a figure head so to speak to the rest of the world.

So blather on and on about the presidential election, blather on and drool over yourselves. It will not matter. Replace the top person, and do nothing about Congress and you still have a mess. To truly effect change in this country, change CONGRESS.

That is all. I hate politics, it drives me nuts we are not truly in control of our own country. I am from a family that started this country. Came over on the Mayflower, started the revolutionary war, fought in every major conflict the country has been in, hell we even threw tea off the ship. To see so many believe we have no control or say, and to see so many waste their time focused on the head of our contry when congress is truly to blame for not doing our bidding just makes me sick. Grab your balls America, vote this November for people who truly stand for what you believe this place should be about.

The strongest will is not one who defeats others, but the one who gives up so others may be stronger.

Its Sunday. On the seventh day this guy is resting.....hope you all have a great Sunday

A Serious Journal Entry Today About Being a Man

When I was growing up, my mother told me the key to happiness was respecting the women in your life.

At 7, I found my father’s porn collection in his dresser, in the attic, under his mattress, in the bottom of his wardrobe, and ultimately, on the second bathroom shelf down under the towels.

My mother, was raped as a child, from 11-15 when she finally put a stop to it by telling the Uncle she was going to tell if he ever so much as looked at her again. Her values were defined by this action by a man she was supposed to love and be loved back by. Her mother passed away when she was four and she was raised after WWII by her grandparents who had already raised 12 children. Her grandparents were very old fashioned and also helped define her as a woman.

My father was raised by a guy who fought under General Patton in WWII. A mans man. A tanker and a true rough and tumble man. My Grandfather, as I knew him, was stern yet soft spoken and gentle. He focused on morally right ways to live, and offered sage advice about women, how they think and live. He was a good man. My father was introduced to the military by my Grandfather, and he became a tanker just like my grandfather. In the military my dad learned about women from other men. Not my grandfather.

My mother saw her role as a woman to be the right arm to God. To serve my father in all ways as he needed. Mentally, morally, emotionally, sexually. She was a classic 1950’s wife. She disagreed with my father’s porn however and felt it damaged her as a woman, her self-esteem and her belief that a marriage was sacred.

My father believed as most men of his age growing up in the 60’s as a teen that love should be free. He tried to experiment with all sorts of women, and Im sure had his fair share of ass before and during my mother. My mother found out that he slept with her cousin, who by the way, was the daughter of the man who raped her growing up. It completely devastated her. After that being a 1950’s wife was bullshit. She wanted all his porn gone, his ideas to change or that would be it for them.

The porn, my fathers way of cheating on my mom without “hurting her” remained. The cheating in real life stopped.

My mother wore jeans and sweatshirts the rest of her life. No more dresses, no more womanly items such as make up and jewelry. She went butch to turn off my dad. He had a good thing and he ruined it by not making sure his woman was cared for.

My point of sharing this info…she taught me morals, he taught me immorality. She taught me how to treat women, he taught me how to use them. She taught me how to be a man, he taught me how to use my manhood. Really he taught me nothing of the sort, I learned all of that from his magazines and sticking my dick in everything it could catch the attention of.

So to my specific point of being a man. Society expects certain things of both genders for the most part. In general, men have been raised to be men and women to be women. You wear the skirts, we wear the pants. You wear jewelry, we wear pinky rings and tattoos. You cook us dinner, we eat and help with dishes. You allow us to have sex and we sleep afterwards. Its generally the way things go.

I love the 1950’s household idea, where little Susie homemaker stays home all day, cooks, cleans, and then services my cock 24/7 8 days a week. I love the idea of that. But its reasonably difficult unless you have a great job and can afford for Susie to stay home. In reality, most couples, at least in my breadth of experiences, have two people working, kids or not, house or not, traditional relationships or not. It is what it is. This world we live in here at CollarMe is great, and some of us get to live the lifestyle we choose, but a lot of us do not. We seek out that elusive match that helps us to do it, the match of job to situation etc. and we want it so so bad.

So this leads me into being a man. What it meant to me as I grew up to be a man was mom stayed home and raised us, Dad went to work. Until we were old enough to stay at home by ourselves and then she got a job. The man provided the meat and potatoes, the wife or woman cooked em, served em and did the housework. I grew up in a traditional 1950’s style home. Lucky me.

What being a man means to me now. Completely different story. Being a man now, and mind you this is for me, maybe not you, or your tranny wife, or your trans gender male, or gay male, or maybe even most guys. For me being a man means I not only have to provide for those who love me, kids, wife, parents, but I also have to live up to societies demands of me; job, money, success, morals, ethics, manners, service, civic pride, civic duty to my neighbors and country, selflessness, humility, respect to everyone, don’t cry too much, don’t cry at all, help raise my grandchildren, push the limits of all who oppose me, be educated, be dignified and most of all, be honest to who I am and who I am with.

Maybe to some of you guys out there getting your dick wet is all you have. Maybe telling the women here or anywhere else in your life, that they are worthless pieces of shit because they didn’t say hi back, or ignored you on the train or didn’t dignify your existence with a smile at the park. Maybe you think being a real man is being able to beat a woman half your size or twice your size or raping her. Maybe you think you are a Dominant man because you scream and yell, beat, spit on, torture mentally and physically whomever you want to get what you want. Maybe you think you are a real man because you threaten and coerce others into doing what you want. Maybe you think you are a real man because you have a pair of handcuffs and some fluffy spanking paddles in the closet. Maybe you think you are a real man because you demand things from others and blackmail them mentally or otherwise into giving you what you want. Maybe you are an “or else” kind of guy. Maybe, just maybe you even believe completely in your heart and mind that being that way is the truth. If so…you are not a man. If you are any of the above, you are weak and pathetic. You are not a Dom or Master, Domme or Mistress for that matter. The rules apply to any Dominant. You are certainly not a man, not a real one.

I am a man before all things. I am a father, grandfather, husband, son, brother, uncle, step-son, grandson, and ultimately, just a man. But I am a damn fine man. Im not just some guy with urges I can’t control. If I were I would be ashamed of myself. I can not be a Dom or Master before I am a man. You can not be a servant to anyone as a submissive, male or female without being a man or woman first. I wouldn’t want you as one unless you were aware of your ultimate responsibility first. That of being who you are first. I am just a man first, a Dominant one second. Control of my soul before control of my mind or anyone else’s.

I am sure there will be those who disagree, who are wrapped up in the world they have created for themselves. Wrapped up in the idea that walking around in leather and calling themselves Lord Kenopsis or Master Dong means anything. When it comes right down to it, you are JUST a man. So all of you meat heads that keep harassing the women here, all of you who treat them as if they don’t deserve respect because they have chosen to be sub or slave, or for that matter Mistress or Domme, go ahead and keep your lonely pathetic ideas festering in that head of yours. You do not deserve any respect back, nor do you deserve anyone being under you in the first place. This lifestyle is based on the idea that our sexuality and our pseudo-psycho-sexuality deserves recognition in the form of respect for how we choose to express that sexuality. It is based on respect of our choices to live this way that we expect from the rest of the world. Just like any sexuality, hetero, gay, bi, transgender, lesbian, pan, or the plethora of other sexualities popping up, deserves. Keep disrespecting others sexuality and it becomes a hate crime. The women who choose to submit to another do so willingly. Thus as a Master I truly have no power over them. They can say no any time they wish. They choose to allow Me to have control over them. Because I offer them respect for what they choose to give.

Think of how many more women or men you would get to speak to here and possibly form a relationship with if you yammerheads would stop for a minute and be real men. Think of how incredible it would be to be totally honest with yourselves and realize you have a responsibility to carry respect to another level because you are a Dom or Master. You nor they should expect anything other than respect from one another.

Its time to stand up my fellow Masters and Doms and be the stand up men we are supposed to be. Be respectful, dignified, honest, cultivated, educate ourselves, and show those who offer submission as a way of love or life what it really means to be a man.

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DISCLAIMER- For those who already live up to this way of life bravo. Kudos to you. For those who don’t, I am not your judge, there will be someone else for that, maybe you, your mirror, those who love you or a higher power. Whichever the case, I wish you all the sincerest form of luck in finding the truth you can and in your search for contentment and happiness.

I also want to make sure that those who read this understand, I know there are people out there who feel as if they don’t deserve respect, or love, or encouragement. There are those out there set in their ways mentally and morally. Some love being raped, abused, thrown down the stairs then fucked like whores. I get it. I have thrown women across the room, bloodied their faces, fucked them then spit in their face as they walk out the door. We all have our kinks. But if you think I for one minute didn’t take into account that this is what they asked for directly as to how to be treated, you are sadly mistaken. Knowing each other allows for this form of sexuality to be expressed. Knowing I respect her for her kinks is the only way I allow myself to go that far with anyone. It should always be the same for everyone. That defines a portion of respect. Calling her or taking her to the Dr. when she needs it or rubbing her feet after a long day at work is another way to show it. Its true bullshit what a lot of guys think, that you can’t be a Dom or Master if you are affectionate or sweet or polite. Total bullshit. Then again, there are those relationships where she lives in a cage happily of her own accord and eats scraps and is a doormat. Im not saying everyone needs to live like me to be a Dom or Master. I am saying however that if that mutual respect isn’t there to begin with, she shouldn’t be in your cage. So be the Dom’s and Master’s you are supposed to be ok? Have some pride for cripes sake....That’s all….out

PS-Ladies, the same goes for you. Sub, slave, Domme, Mistress, you are women first. Live up to your hearts please, stop allowing abuse, don’t take bullshit, but be women first. Have some fucking pride for cripes sake.

Ok..done.

Im thinking of all the fetishes I have experienced in My life, and I have to say, the one that has allowed Me the most excitment as it is applied has to be asphyxiation.

Pulling a bag over another persons head, limiting the amount of air intake they can have, tightening the rope a bit more around their neck, the slave complaining of seeing stars then black, then awakening to an orgasm. Rock hard it gets Me.

The amount of trust one has to have to allow someone else to do this to them is huge also. Unless the doormat you are wiping your feet on has no concern for their safety, that is a whole other bag of beans.

To feel their body go limp, and to smell the anxiety increase in the room as they realize they may have made a mistake, ugh, delicious. Mind you, I would never condone nor do I suggest anyone ever kill anothe rhuman being by mistake or otherwise. However, the idea of controlling someone elses life force, now that is a turn on. As a Master I have to educate Myself so I know what I am doing. You don't get a second chance if you snuff someone out by accident during sex. There is no coming back form that. So I took the time to read and learn all about the body, its limits, its functions and how I can do these things without harm. Even with all this education I have, theres still a huge risk in applying this in real life.

I hope all of you play daring but safe at all times. Be well.

I have noticed a sociological phenomenon here, as well as on other social sites. The art of self sabotage through negative future-casting.

Here is how it works. Let's use Liandra a fake name as an example, not that anyone named Liandra is doing just don't want to give anyone the idea I am pointing anyone out. I sign up for ILikeShitInMyButt.com, or CollerMe for instance. Once on the site, I fill out all the neat shit on the site. Likes, Loves, Dislikes, Needs, Wants, My Favorite Music, blah blah blah. Then I fill out My profile.

"Hi My names Liandra, Im a sweet girl, go to church, eat my vegtables, like huge bats in my ass and dig listening to hardcore rock while masturbating to images of the last supper". She fills in the profile with all her dreams for the site, her enigmatic personality disorders and where she sees herself in ten years. In a cage down by the river....ahem.

Ok. So she has taken the time to fill out her profile with all this great stuff. I know everything I need to know about her booty, her pets, her favorite soft drink and how many inches of her bedpost she can ride. All good stuff right? Right. Then she adds the warning and dislcaimer that doesn't stop anyone from using her shit and goes right into a negative diatribe about trolls, monkeys, angry fat guys and dweebs stay off her profile and don't write. What fills her email? Angry fat troll monkey dweebs. She only sees her life being positive if she is serving her ideal Master. So she puts it out there she is looking for tall, dark, handsome, huge cock, money, and a great life. What fills her email? Tall dark troll monkey dweebs.

So she edits again. "NO MEN. OR YOU GO TO BULK." Then gets....Men men men men men.

So she edits again. "Apparently you shit heads cant read! I do not want a tall dark troll fat monkey dweeb as a Master!" And her email fills with exactly what she didn't want again and again.

Ok. So. I see this on almost every single profile for any woman here. Here is My suggestion. Instead fo demanding or listing what you don't want, list who you are. I am sweet, charming, intelligent, full of servitude, and willing to learn blah blah blah. Then leave it alone. Heres the idea. Men are dumb. Sorry guys I am one I can say it. Men will look at your picture then sum up everything from the picture. Shes hot or shes not. Shes doable or shes paper bag material. Shes a butterface or shes on my face. Get it? Men are visual creatures. Heres how to turn that piece of our brain off. On your profile, post a picture of your cat, dog, a tree, a sunrise, some hearts, hello kitty, a murder. Do not post a pic of yourself. Post a pic of you inside the pics inside your profile three or four in. Don't post it first thing because no matter what you say all you are doing is negative future casting with the negatives you supply thus why in the future all you get is what you don't want. Just a theory....You wont get as many emails, but the ones you get will be more sincere. Better to get hi Id like to get to know more about you than Hey nice tits! Don't you think? well unless you want to hear hey nice tits, then I can't help. Let Me know if it works! And remember, positive future-casting is in your future!

I browse photos here, browse profiles, read journals and interact with most of the people I find interesting here. I would like to think I am very open minded. One of the things about this site I have rambled on about before is the fakes here, and I am going to do it again.

If I were a huge spam company, and I am not I hate spam, although I am for free enterprise, I would hire people who wrote in different languages correctly. For instance, when I view a page here in the U.S., I expect some broken English form time to time. It's the melting pot of the world and we have an assload of cultures here. So it doesn't phase me really to see pigeon English typed from time to time and the person is genuine. However, the majority of the fake ads here are so bad that I am surprised the company who created the ads even get a response so they can make money off the sucker who sent the correspondance and fell for the fake. If I owned that company I would be pissed the people I hired can't even form proper sentences as it would hurt my profit margin and ROI huge if I do not receive enough responses to the ad thats placed. Are there that many desperate and gullible guys out there that click on these things and respond to justify the effort?

I think its sad. In both directions. I am for people making money, and the internet is sustained by clicks, I get it. So there obviously is enough of a draw. But when I read these ad's, and it says stuff like, "I am hope to meet good, kindhearted Master for beat of me" I have to think that was a poor hiring decision. Not ooh I have to meet this chick.

My point is going out to the companies that do this stuff. Step up your game man! I like the pictures but the vocab lessons need some serious work!

Thank God I don't want a slave that speaks AssHat......

I guess I don't have much to say today. Perhaps a small thing to say...lol  I am told I am a bit wordy...pshaw. Its a web site, its mega bytes and pixels, deal.

So, I originally took not receiving a reply to a message somewhat poorly. Simply because I believe in manners. I answer the billions of emails I get every single time. Even if it is to just break another poor fans heart. ( Its ok I send autographs). Of course that was selfish of Me to expect a random stranger to A) Have manners, B) Give two shits if I existed, C) Had interest in Me or receiving a random email from Me, D) Was their type, E)and last but not least, were a real person.

Now mind you, I am not NOT so vain and immature that I threw a tantrum when I didn't receive an email back, I simply thought maybe I would be different than all the other guys here who send random emails to strangers. I do not include pics, dick pics or otherwise, and I don't send emails screaming worship My massive cock and stupid shit the Domabies do. I also do not typically insinuate filth from the get go in My emails. I do know some of you may have received messages less than appealing, for that I am sorry. From time to time I use my phone and drunk email. What can I say I am a guy.

Now however, when I skim through and see all the emails I have sent, ( you can do that here, they retain them for like 80 years), and I see DELETED UNREAD or NO under the READ column, I simply assume they skimmed it before opening it, were not impressed with my opening line or perhaps I am not for them.

It is what it is. I still have a sincere bone to pick when I take some time to read a profile, especially one that specifically says "One liners and text message speak get deleted write a somewhat interesting email", so I take the time to write an interesting non-one liner email with some playful tone or intelligence behind it, or an extensive manifesto, and send it off, only to have not even a sorry youre not my type come back. Only because manners dictate a response.

Granted, I understand women get more repsonses than men here, and face it guys, some of us are just dunderheads and complete buffoons, and because of that weeding through the apocalyptical amounts of desperate man whores can be daunting and time consuming. So again, I get it. I just don't want to accept a lack of manners I guess.

I suppose the internet with its instant gratification generation its creating, has provided this guy no satisfaction. Due in part to how easy it is to NOT focus on what it is we do in real life in person. If you stood in front of me, intorduced yourself, told me a bit about yourself, and I looked at the ceiling while you did it then simply walked away without acknowledging you, I am rather sure that would come across as me being a dick. I feel the same should apply to emails and messages.

Again. I get it. I just don't have to like it.

Good Day to A/all here at CM. This journal entry will be focused on the list of Kink on My profile as promised.

Ass Play- Having been an ass man since a young child, I find the ass and all things to do with it incredibly entertaining. In giving ass play, the insertion of objects, liquids, expansion, spanking, shocking, rasping, grasping, fingering, dialating, abusing, etc., while another is in peril or in joy extremely fulfilling. Mind you scat is not one of those things I enjoy, but a properly cleaned and empty bowel, the tightness of the hole in general, and how accomodating a properly trained ass can be is so much more fun than the smallness of the vagina. It also lends itself very well to abuse. The recovery time is substantially more irritating to the receiver, however due to the skin of the anus being similar to that of the inner mouth, recovery is typically faster when abused than some other parts of the body. Butt plugs and dialation tools can help entice nerve endings one was not aware of into a flurry of joy. I love a womans ass sometimes more than her smile. However I hardly ever compare the two. I also enjoy My own ass being played with, and after years of enjoying it, hardly ever pass up the chance to make a slave or sub enjoy My ass as often as I can.

Hoods- I enjoy placing a hood over My slaves head as a form of sensory deprivation. If you are not into it it can be very scary as it blocks sight, sound, smell and taste and truly creates a claustrophobic sensation if you are so inclined. I use hoods as a punishment and for fun. A properly hooded abduction scene can lead to awareness for the hooded they had taken for granted prior to being hooded. It helps all your senses improve and I just love the amount of drool it produces sometimes, and the sweat ruining very well place makeup.

Humiliation- Not all subs and slaves are deserving of humiliation, nor are they into it. Humiliation is not to be applied to such mentally fragile creatures as the after care can be considerably demanding. I respect all women, from mothers to cum dumpsters, but during scenes and especially with those into it, humiliation is a very powerful tool once you know your slave or sub. I have found that humiliation can be a powerful training tool also, similar to pavlov's dog, words can hurt more than blows, and conditioning a slave to respond properly can be effective with humiliation. I personally save that for last in My arsenal of tools, unless the slave or sub is a humiliation machine.

Orgasm Control- Obvious to most, making sure a sub or slave enjoys their time with you is important. We all have our own ways of doing that however. Some require constant affection, some consistent orgasms so they are fulfilled, some a smack in the mouth, some a burn mark, some just to be loved. The sealing of the deal so to speak in most "relationships' is when both of you find bliss in sharing orgasmic release with one another. On a romantic note. In controlling anothers orgasm and denying that enjoyment, then allowing it at some point inthe future, the slave or sub will build a stronger appreciation for the joy it brings in My humble opinion. Often instead of denying joy I overwhelm them with it instead forcing orgasm after orgasm after orgasm upon them until it is extremely painful. Then I worry about My own as I no longer have to "take care of them".

Plastic Wrap- This is so much fun. Binding people with wrap then doing what i wish to them. Plastic wrap can be stronger than rope when applied properly, and quickly removed with a simple slice from a knife or blade. It can also be used to suffocate and cause panic. Some of My favorite memories being the sadist I am comes from plastic wrap. One can suffocate another, melt it upon their skin in spots, bind with it, create a sweaty body suit, blow air into it and create pressure, and use it for taking lunch on an excursion. Bonus!

Sensory Deprivation- Eyes, Hair, Ears, Nose, Throat, Nipples, Clitoris, Penis, Anus, Feet, and skin. the whole body is full of nerves and nerve endings. Hoods, chastity devices, topical ointments, food items, sounds, vibration, hardware, scarves, and other tools of fun can be applied to the body causing simple lack of smell or hearing and sight to a delayed recovery of those senses. Keeping My slaves from seeing whats going to happen to them is a simple way to instil wonder and shock.

Stockings- When I was a young man I developed a silk fetish. I would spend hours masturbating into My mothers silk paties and nylons. to this day I adore women who choose these materials to dress with instead of cotton or other fabrics. Thigh highs will surely win Me over any day.

begging- No one knows how to do this correctly. Of course each Dom/Domme/M/or Mistress demands it be done to suit their own needs. However, it is not something most have enough humility or pride to do correctly. My slaves and subs will always need to beg for certain things, such as potty time, food, water, clothes, attention, money what have you that are needs I supply. They will always have to beg to cum, always.

Blindfolds- Sensory deprivation 101. Keep em in the dark if you want them to wonder.

Body Worship- I like it, it makes Me hot, but I hardly ever use it to be honest. Something about the length of time it takes.

Bondage- BDSM 101- ropes, ties, leather belts, cuffs, straps, chains. What does it mean to be in bondage really? I can have you bound to My wall or bed with tools and mechanisms, but to truly bind someone into bondage you have to have them mentally bound also. I enjoy doing the binding and use bondage as a way to encourage the idea of a lack of safety for those slaves and subs into fear based scenes.

Breast Play- there is so much to cover in breast play. SO many simple things you can do using your mouth to elaborate breast torture with nails, rope, electricity or other sadistic play. I love to hurt a womans tits while fucking her, causing her pain where her femininity exists. Te depiction of mother hood is held in her pussy and tits, and the breasts are the udders to feed the world. Who wouldn't want to torture the food supply to the world?

Canes and Crops- A proper supply of strikes creates welts that last for weeks. I own a joshua tree cane. The joshua tree, similar to the American Hawthorn tree, is covered in thousands of two to three inch thorns. The cane I own has had all the thorns snapped off creating pointy nubs along the shaft. The cane was eurothaned years and years ago, and provides not only a sting from the diameter of the shaft, but painful poking brusies and welts form the nubs. Not applied properly, it tears the skin open easily. So behave.

Chastity- Always a fun subject for torturing those who so desperately want to use their holes or cocks. You cant touch it, have it touched or use it for happiness. I also enjoy mental chastity. Keeping someone mentally chaste is a challange because who really controls someones brain?

Collars- Used around the house, as a token of ownership outside the home, or as a simple necklace to show love and ownership, collars have been in society for millenia. I only put a collar on slaves or subs who have earned My collar for outside use. Inside however, slaves wear them all the time so I might use it to fetch them or keep them in one locale.

Corner time- In My Daddy roleplay, corner time is punishment for being naughty. A time out. In My Master role, corner time is used as punishment also with a typical process of certain mental games while the slave is in the corner.

Corsets- Who doesn't like a babe in a corset? I love making them tighter and tighter until its impossible to breath then forcing the slave to suck My cock or eat.

Crossdressing- I love a properly dressed bitch boi. Especially being cucked or used to humilate. A passable and hot cd should always be appreciated.

Dialation- There isn't a hole on your body you cant make larger. I love dialation because it goes from simple to extreme. It can be extremely painful or a slow process to teach accomodation of large objects.

Enemas- I enjoy watching someone in pain struggle to hold their water. I hate the shitty part of it, but the expulsion and the following clean bowels provides more room for toys and body parts without the mess. Forcing one to play Sybil is always fun too.

Exhibitionsism- I like making My slaves and subs dress very slutty when I take them on outtings as it forces an awareness of themselves upon them and gives everyone else a nice show. Especially short skits. Its good to feel good about yourself too and when a slave is getting looks and feeling objectified, her self esteem can feel incredible.

Eye Contact Restrictions- No slave of Mine can look Me straight in the eyes without My permission. Always.

Fisting- I love getting My fist entirely inside a woman. In any hole. If you don't like it it hasn't been done right.

Gags- Drool drool drool. Good to shut one up or simply deny access to the mouth.

Hair Pulling- there is a proper way to do it, and a hurtful way to do it. I like both. I always go for the hair, especially if they are anywhere near Me when I am pissed.

Hypnosis- I dabble. My psych classess taught Me how to do it, but it bores Me from time to time. If the participant is weilling to go there Ill have some fun with it. I like to video tape them doing stupid shit, or give them key words and when we are out using the word to humiliate them.

Masks- Wearing or Getting- I use them in scene play from time to time, especially if I need some discretion during orgy time with My slaves.

Massage- All slaves of Mine will supply long massages.

Needle Play- I rarely get the chance to use needles during play. If you are into it, I would make that more often of course.

Obediance Training- Like any good dog, being obediant is important for the safety and well being of all slaves. It helps one feel better about their place in My life also. If they obey and are good girls, rewards abound.

Objectification- I need a new end table.

Role Playing- I am not the biggest fan of role playing because reality is such a bummer, but will play, Doctor, Priest, Daddy, etc

Spanking- Every good girl deserves a bad spanking. just sayin

Speech Restrictions- A quiet home is a nice home.

Suspension- rope, pulleys, winches, heights. All fun

Tickling- I will tickle you till you puke.

Vibrators- A porperly place vibe will induce a coma. Hello Doctor

Water Sports- Using urine to discipline and humiliate is a classic. If you are beautiful who deosn't feel degraded when someone pisses on you?

Whips- very dangerous tool of the trade. Used properly, a whip can leave a tiny mark or lacerate tissue. How naughty do you want to be?

Polyamory- Loving multiple people in committed relationships means a lot of different things to a lot of differnet people. I love all of My subs and slaves and why shouldn't I? To give oneself entirely to another in all ways as a slave empowers Me, and them. So why shouldn't that be appreciated in all ways? Poly realtionships to Me are extremely open and enjoyable. I couldn't live My life monogamously ever. My heart is simply to big.

Swinging- Switch it up to ensure appreciation from time to time.

Diapers- Diapers as a tool for humiliation and punishment is hot. Diapers full of shit is disgusting to Me. A little baby doll pee issue not. I love girls who look younger wearing cute diapers instead of panties. Its very sweet. I also like to make them wear them while going out in public so everyone can hear the crinkle.

Electrical Play- Tens unit fun anyone? How electrical impulses affect muscles and nerves is so much fun. A zap of jewels to the jewels, or the muscles around the clit. A violet wand zap zap zapping nipples. Mmmmm

Housework- a mandatory skill for any slave.

Knife Play- Not a huge fan of blood as it causes disease however, I am not afraid to let it. If it happens during play and isn't coating My walls, its all good. Band Aids, basic first aid, and EMT training help.

Leashes- Good girl, sit. YANK, I said sit. Good for outtings to the grocery store.

Medical Play- OBGYN sadist style. Woot woot

Public Play- I love fucking a girl in public restrooms. Making her shut the fuck up while I hike up her skirt or hand her to another guy in there.

Strap Ons- Pegging is fun for both sexes. Especially My bi boys and girls.

Wax Play- meh..I use it but it bores Me.

1950's Household- I completely believe as two different genders that a man and a woman have different roles in life. I think society was better off when mom stayed home in the kitchen. Unfortunately, I understand scoiety has changed and women need to work etc. When at home however, her role should be continuously positioned mentally and pohysically to care for the home and the Head of the Household. Always.

Cuckholding- Making him watch from the corner and showing him how weak and simple a tool he is makes cumming inside her that much better. Forcing him to eat it out of her as she straddles his face even better. Forcing him to suck my shit covered dick after I banged her ass bonus. Weak men deserve no respect from Me. I give them none and refuse to beleive their women should either.

Lifestyle BDSM- Not always a possibility. real life woirks around this.

Last but not least CBT- Cock torture I am into. Ball torture plays a minor joy in My life. The testes are a miserable bag and sometimes properly hurt can instantly solve any issue. Im just not a fan of it due to the medical aspects of it in the future.

Ok theres the list. If you wonder about anything ask away. Due to space and time costrictions not every fetish I have was addressed. If you are into something not on the list, I may be too. Ask Me. Be well A/all.

Good Morning Collar Me,

I feel interestingly giving this morning and feel like writing so I thought I would address some of the topics I have listed to the left of My profile. Perhaps you don't care why I like certain things, or perhaps you do. No matter to Me, I am putting this out there for those interested. The rest of you can skip right over this and go back to browsing pictures or other journals etc. I am breaking this up into Vanilla and Sexual. Vanilla first.

Art Galleries- Many find them to be boring. I happen to be an artist so that is mental porn for me.

Fishing- I love spending quality time sitting in a boat or canoe on the water simply enjoying nature and its influence on me. Watching geese and ducks and other water fowl interact on a pond can be very relaxing. Catching the big one that got away last year is exciting too!

Museums and Art Collecting-When I have the money to spend on other artists artwork that inspires me I love to invest in the artist completely. Including introducing their work to those around me involved with museums as there is nothing better than having your work truly appreciated before you are dead.

Drawing, Painting, Photography, Pottery, Sculpting and other Art related Topics- I am an artist. I illustrate, draw for fun, paint, sculpt, and I like to dabble in photography. I am a creative soul and my mind is on fire 24/7 with ideas, images and how to combine things in my life to just bring something to life. I also like to write poetry, prose and fictional short stories.

Antique Shows, Flea Markets, and Garage Sales- Ugh. If I had the time for such things perhaps I would poke around at a flea market or garage sale, but I do not. I like to find rare things that pique my interest and add to the quality of life I already have. Especially if it is art related. Same goes for Antique Shows. If it is art related Im on it.

Bar Hopping- Let me explain this. I do not drink that often and I certainly do not drink and drive. So bar hopping is not really acurate. I like to go to a pub, watch the game with a few buddies, have a couple of wobbly pops and enjoy some darts and pool from time to time. I am not a bar stool ornament by any means.

Beach combing- I love to rake lines in the sand for miles on end and collect all the crap in the sand. The beach always needs a good combing cuz its so dirty. Bah got ya. I love walking on the beach and poking around seeing what i can see. Its always changing.

Coffee Shops- I despise large coffee chains. With all of my heart. You barristas out there, good luck to you, you are not all bad people. However, if I order a large regular coffee, I do NOT wish to be corrected and told I have to place my order in the language or style of the shop. STArBUCKS YOU SUCK. Its a fucking large. Not a Venti, not a Grande or Grange, a fucking large. To tell me you do not have large coffee cups but you do have Venti pisses me right the fuck off. So, I hit small town coffee shops where they welcome my money for a large coffee. I drink coffee all day and all night. Whats water?

Movies- Horror, Romance ( I know guys, yank my man card), Action, Freelance Indy, Documentaries. All the other stuff, comedy I guess I like too, but all the other stuff bores me to death.

Camping- I am an Eagle Scout. I spent from the age of 3 until a few years ago in the woods camping every chance I got. I love the out doors and I love making life simple.

Hiking- Again, the out doors is my true home. I love walking in places Ive never been. watching baby deer frolic with their moms and spending time in the fresh air. The house is never full of fresh anything, so nature beats tv or books hands down.

Horesback Riding- I love horses but 2000 pounds of anything intimidates me a bit. I will ride trails but I am not John Wayne.

Walking- similar to hiking it requires moving. I like it.

Card and Board Games- I like to play cards, traditional games, not RPG or those types of games. Although I was a HUGE Dungeons and Dragons kid, the traditional stuff is my thing now. PS- If you own the game Sorry, I hope your whole life is miserable. I was tortured as a child with that game. Sincerely, you people suck at Parker Brothers. I have never ever ever won a game of Sorry. EVER. Sorry has never been so true. It should have been called Pathetic.

Cartoons- Ok, so there are comic book people, there are those who dig the childish element of cartoons, there are Dramatic Artwork people, and there are just people who like a good laugh once in awhile. I happen to like dramatic artwork novels and cartoons that make me chuckle. Im not into anime or hentai. Basic cartoons or comics. Far Side and Calvin and Hobbes. I am Calvin.

Chess- I fancy myself a good chess player. It takes a lot of thinking to master the game and I enjoy the problem solving.

Comedy Shows- When the comics are on their good, when they suck they suck. I love to laugh so comedy shows are a great way to find a release for all this stress in our lives.

Historical Shows- Love history. Its how we got from there to here. We should appreciate this more I think. I grew up in New England and this country was founded by members of my family. In fact, we came over on the Mayflower and have been involved in every influential process up till VietNam. So history gives me a place to hang my hat so to speak.

Cooking- I love to do it. I love to experiement and make something that makes your mouth go crazy.

Singing- I have to explain that I do an ok Johnny Cash and Tom Waits and sometimes a good Michael Buble, but I am not a true singer. I like to sing while I drive especially.

Tattoos- I have two. One on each arm. I want more just don't have the time or money. I think chicks with tatts are hot as hell. Especially the Suicide Girls type. Damn.

Intellectual discourse- I love intelligence. Its very appealing to me as it means you have taken control of your brain and turned it into a killing machine for dumb asses. I love that. Talk to me if you are a smahty.

Paranormal- I grew up in a haunted house. I believe in a level of energy and existance a. Be it in a Heaven or Hell, a fourth dimension, or simply becoming energy shared across the universe. Somehow this energy comes back to be able to do things in our world. Anything ghost im into.

Philosophy- Socrates once said.." If toast is burnt is it still bread?" No he didn't..I slay me. I love philosophy and philisophical questions that bring about intellectual conversations that are deeper than the superficial how you doin's bouncin around the globe all the time.

Psychology- I love this topic both in my vanilla world and my kink world. Understanding why people click has been something I've been into since a wee man. It is always helpful in addressing social interactions and sexual deviancy. To be a true "controller" of people one must gain insight into the workings of the mind as it is the gateway to the soul. I can not be a true Master of anyones soul without understanding their mind and why their soul begs so much to me. So I take the time to know my sub and slave inside their heads before using their bodies.

All Music- the only music I truly do not listen to on a regular basis is rap. All other forms of music are played in my home continuously.

Christianity- I am a Christian. Not a fundamentalist, not a bible thumper, not a throat squeezing believe what I believe Christian. I am a simple Christian who does not go to church and does not follow any dogmas. I am spiritual in the sense that every morning the sun comes up I thank God, every day I am healthy and those I love are healthy I thank God. That sort of thing. I am open minded however and respect all other relgions and forms of spirituality because who knows who is right and who is wrong. Its not about that for me. Its about having something to believe in other than man and science and having a sense of hope that this is not all there is. Thats it. So before you judge me, its not your job to judge. Its up to something else, karma, God, luck, fate, time and history. In the end, I am who I am and who I was. Thats it.Hopefully the basis for my beliefs pays off and I have treated fellow man well. Because thats what matters.

Feng Shui- I follow it in my life to the extent it is used in designing structures and landscapes.

All other religion- I like to learn how others believe. Its very interesting to expose yourself to others ways of thought and practice so you understand your fellow human better.

Baseball, Boxing, Darts, Pool, Football, Golf and Hockey- Play em all, watch them all from time to time. Not a huge sports head. I know some of the names and scores and numbers, just more of a casual sports guy.

Amusement Parks- vomitus erruptus- I like em, dont like to puke. I have an inner ear issue so I puke real easy on spinny things. Up and down Im good, spin me and Ill vomit continuously.

Bird Watching- Birds are fascinating creatures and beautiful creatures. I do not walk around following the Swig Filled Nutsack all over the state just to watch it build nests and raise babys. I do however appreciate watching them just exist.

Clubbing, Fine Dining, Musical Theater, Opera, Dancing, and Concerts-I am a cultured bastard. What can I say. I dance like a hot white guy should. I have some moves and I can grind like no other guy. However, I do not dance like a trained monkey, nor do I do the continuous white guy moves made famous by every 80's movie. Im an enigma. I enjoy opera for the classical music and large breasts. I love rock concerts and country music concerts. The women are soooo hot! Ahem. Im cultured. I am an artist and appreciate the artistry behind all of these things.

Running, Yoga, Working Out, Fitness related stuff- I used to run every day. To be honest, I just do not have the time any more now that i smoke a pack a day and work instead. I do however like to be healthy for the most part so running is not out of the question someday again.

All the other stuff- Im interested in it, but not a hard core interested. I dabble and learn. Its who I am. With the exception to physics. I love physics and how the world works.

The kink list to follow soon.

Ok, so one of the fetishes I haven't seen on this site much is olefactory fetishes. I was just cruising craigslist and there is a wee man on there asking to smell "Man Scent". He wants t.,o lick the dirty sweat off a mans grundle, taint, pits, balls and cock. He wants to simply inhale the smells from a mans sweaty dirty body then provide that man with a wonderful orgasm.

Ok. I once had a guy offer to fuck my arm pit, then had a guy offer to let me eat his pit out like a pussy until I came. Honestly, does abosfrickinlutely nothin for me. NOTHING. I am not judging however, before you jump to that conclusion. It simply isn't my bag of tricks. Why I bring it up is because I have not seen many olefactory fetishists here and wondered why it wasn't offered as an option on the list. Perhaps I missed it? If so feel free to tell me Im a bone head and missed it please. So I can stop losing sleep for my sniffley friends.

Yeah....Im in a very sadistic mood tonight. I hope the bar stools are full of whores at the local flea hole so I can poick a ripe one tonight. Shes in for a ride. Of course I should probably let the other two out of the closet before I bring another home. Theres just not enough space for three in there. Besides the other two need to go home to their husbands....

Bullshit bullshit bullshit. I wish I had two in the closet. I don't have the strength to go to the bar I am so fucking tired. work was a bitch this week. If you know what its like to be a stone mason, then you know what I mean. My body hurts in ways I cant even begin to explain. Taint spot pull? Ass crack tear? My duyedonum hurts. My appendix not only feels like it burst, it has a hernia. My funny bone is now an angry floppy bone. Sore? No Im not sore. If a tank ran over me then a bus hit me then you dropped Mars on me I would still say nah thats not sore. This is sore. Any massage therapists out there want to throw this guy a few freebies? Maybe theres a practicing chiropractor out there that wants to snap my back for me so I can walk? Any tens unit freaks out there want to rip up my back and ass muscles for fun? Sigh...

"Punch me in the stomach while you spit in my face", she said with a half bitten lip to follow.

"Punch you in the face then spit on your stomach", I said grinning.

"Noooooooo no no no no. Punch me in the stomach then", her breath cut short by the extreme brutality of having all the wind knocked out of her and then the blinking as My spittle hit her across the eyes.

She regained her breath then slapped Me across the face. "I didn't think you'd" her breath once more brutally driven from her, then again and again.

I waited for her to lift her head then I slapped her across the face twice as hard as she slapped Me. When she recoiled as I lifted My hand to wipe My own spit from My chin, I feigned another strike and she twitched like a shock therapy patient.

"You fucking cunt how fucking DARE you beg to be beat then strike Me because you are a fucking pussy. I struck her across the face just as she opened her mouth to complain or defend herself.

"Fuck you bitch."

I rolled her over and began striking her sides with sharp blows below the ribs and above the hip. She screamed out in pain then begged Me to stop. I struck her another fifteen times in the same spot as she begged and cried and cried. Then I shoved her off the bed and lay down closing My eyes. Concentrating on My own heart beat. It was barely even a twitch above normal. This shit never phases me.

I heard crawling on the floor, her skin sliding across the wood. Then she was next to Me beside the bed. She reached out slowly to touch My hard cock and then begged to suck it.

I slapped her across the face again. "You don't deserve My cum you cunt." Then I pulled her away from Me by her hair and spit at her again.

She began sobbing by the bed in the fetal position and begging to have My cock. I got up from the bed and walked out of the room locking it behind Me and went to shower. It would be the last I saw of her that evening.

I iced My hand after the shower and realized I was getting old. Arthritis was a bitch. I sat down in My towel and listened to her beg to be let out. She did that for about an hour then it suddenly stopped and silence crept in. I then turned on the tv and watched some news then went to My bedroom and slept.

Time for an update. Seems to Me that many who have contacted Me, and thank you all of you you have been extremely polite and nice to chat with, have expressed to Me that I may come off a bit harsh in My profile. Id like to explain for everyone reading My profile why that is so.

In the real world, and Lord knows this is far from real here at CM, (perhaps some of you live here I don't, and that's ok), I am an incredible man. I am thoughtful, polite, sweet, charming, classy, insightful, friendly, courteous, humorous, intelligent and a good person to My fellow neighbors in the world. I don't take Myself too seriously, although when I am on I am ON. That being said, here I am ON. I am in a Dominant mode of interaction. Not that I won't be sweet or any of the things others love who I am for, just more Dom so to speak than in My interactions with clients etc. There is a nice balance going on in the world I live in. I am a boss, and therefore Dominant at work, I am a father and therefore Dominant at home. I am also a lover, and a Dominant there as well. 

In coming to CM, I originally posted a Who I Am sort of profile. I received a lot of lackluster responses from those obviously not My type. Granted I still receive those from time to time, but after changing My profile to reflect the type of person I wish to reply more specifically, I received less unwanted and more wanted. If you are afraid to reply to someone based on their profile, I do not want you talking to Me. Point blank. You wont cut the mustard when Im doling out fun. I do not want a weak minded individual interacting with Me because I will eat you alive. So if My profile scares you, ok, be afraid, but behind the profile lies a human being just like you. Just Dominant. Talk to Me, you will see Im not such an evil monster. But don't be weak, or I will eat you up. Have some courage, say hello.

My body aches...where is My massage slave girl who lives to worship My body and give Me a massage after such a long days work? Is it you? Talk to Me...I will listen today...I ache in every possible place....

I love the power of mother earth in all her rage and renewal. Thunderstorms are such an incredible release of power. Lightening, its forked tongue caressing any place that it desires. Nothing stops it from doing what it wants. I love thunderstoms......

How about you be My Gelhorn and I be your Hemmingway? Passion, distraction, fury. I will drive you to insatiable levels of need and you drive Me insane?

Just reading some sanctimonious cunts profile journal entry. I'm friggin disgusted by the plethora of idiocy that crawled from your ass to your mouth. You fucking dolt. You spineless unethical pile of shit. I am ashamed to even have you in the same realm of BDSM as Myself or to see you even are allowed to Dominate over anyone in the world. You are the worst type of person and I can not imagine the mirror you spend all day in doesnt wretch every time you look into it. You digust even my most evil senses. I hope you die from some horrible disease and your childrens children never know you existed, ever. 

*For those of you wondering, I rarely use the C word to insult any woman, even the most vile putrid sores. This one is beyond a whore*

Noticed on a profile someone is an organ donor. How very brave of them. Bravo...now to make light of it because the first immature thought that crossed my mind was I prefer pianos. SIncerely, Bravo to them for being so bold and brave. Im not so sure I could do it.

I am thinking about how often the spammer makes a valid attempt to infiltrate this site and have deduced it is a valid request from authentic users of the site that Collar Me do something to stop this haberdashery. I am currently in contact with three fakes from Africa, Europe and Australia who seem to need my help monetarily to help them come serve me! How hauntingly refreshing....not

Sincerely, these people who attempt to become financially wealthy through our stupidity have reached the same level, no, have sunken below the level of the once feared bill collector! Anyone who reads this, please be aware if you are not already that sending anyone money for whatever the reasons thinking they will come to you to Dom or sub you is a scam. I hope you all knew this already, but in some cases brains doesn't equal experience. 

If you really want to be my slave, send me money for rent, then show up at my door. Your room and check will be saved and waiting....ahem...

Collar Me please make it harder for scammers to get on the site with their lame ass profiles. How many 5'2" 115 pound white women named Bethany Anne from PEORIA with an African Americans photo are you going to allow??? Really!!

By the way, it so happens that if you really are 5'2" and 115 pounds, and real, you wont be turned away. Even if your name is Bethany Anne from PEORIA....as long as you can pay your way here...come on down! or Up in this case. Be well slapassters...

The fact that I use My phone to send messages is escaping some. Let Me apologize in advance for the mistypes, poor spelling and lack of content. Typing on My phone is a travesty for Me and perhaps I should not even bother. I do not have the time to sit at the laptop and send off a proper email all the time. Life is busy, and sometimes I just want you to know you are being thought of.

That being said. I welcome all messages, misspelled, poor grammar, horrible content. I will not judge you. I may correct you, but I will not judge you. Not everyone has the proper education. I have met some wonderful people that are uneducated. However, I get along better with women and men who have taken the time to educate themselves and speak and write with proper English. It is just easier to communicate. 

So feel free to write to Me even if you are not the most elegant writer. Its ok. You are human. Well except those of you who are that exceptional slave. You know who you are.

My thoughts on a few things.

The universe is expounding larger than the grasp one can apply to it. You are NOT large and in charge. You are but a nano particle floating around this Universe. You are a human, albeit perhaps the best one on the face of the Earth, but human. You have faults, weaknesses, dark dirty secrets as defined by you and society. You are an impish, meek soliloquy of bodily noises and functions. You just lucked out and happened to come together properly while being grown inside your mother. Lucky you.

In this weird place the internet has created by being voluminous beyond controls and set out to shrink the world, you have created a small space for yourself. You look and see who you are, realize you are this or that and display your guts to the world. Or you simply stay vague for purpose and effect. What ever your reasons you put your image up, your thoughts online, and interact with one to millions of people all over this dank wet planet. You call them friends although of the 9000 friends you have online, maybe one of them really knows you, and at keyboards length.

You stumble here, perhaps a random link brought you when you Googled “I’m a whore, how do I get my vagina punched?”, or perhaps you were curious about how to tie the perfect knot so you could impress your Boy Scout friends. Perhaps you were gang raped as a teen and don’t understand the reasons behind why you fantasize about it all the time now when you masturbate. Perhaps you are a gimp into being flogged while dressed in girly clothes or latex and you wish you knew where the hell THAT came from. What ever your reasons for being here, here you are.

The site requires you to fill out some info about yourself, but you pick and choose. Because you now do NOT want anyone to know you weigh this much, or perhaps you like mystery. You control what, when, where, how, why anyone will know you or about you. You take the time to portray who you are quite well, or perhaps not at all. You are perverted, dirty, disgusting, filthy and judged by your peers as sick minded for wanting any of this, but you do it in spite of their ideas. Because you have insane needs to be met.

Then you click that button. You are now a member of Collar Me. Open for business. Your email inbox fills up with random stuff over the next few days. Master WhatsHisFace from Kentucky wants to tie you to a tree and void your bowels and let raccoons consume your waste while caterpillars scratch your nipples in the dark. Holy SHIT! What the hell is with this fuck nugget? Seriously? I didn’t say I wanted that in my profile, why is this random stranger sending this to me? You scroll down to the next email. Another wack job. Then another and another. Is this place full of unleashed and uncertified psychopaths? Yes. Including YOU.

You might think its ok to build a profile here because of your needs and to expect that someone will contact you in a graceful, polite way so you might get to know them. Yet in your profile you made a few mistakes. You didn’t take into account that in today’s world of anonymity and distance, I do not have to care about you as a person. I do not have to think about you as a person either. You are tits and ass to Me. A vacant hole needing My cock to be someone, to feel better about you. Your self esteem was shit to begin with, and I know that. So I send you an email that says “I want to fuck your throat cunt”. If you reply, I know you are a weak person I can take advantage of. So I do. You become another reinforcement to My ideas that all women are that way. So I continue to treat you and every woman on here the same. Im not polite, I am not sweet and charming, I am not RESPECTFUL. I am the majority here and you are the reason.

I have to tell anyone who just read that, that is NOT Me. I come from a time when RESPECT was part of being a Dom or Master. I may wish you to grovel, to call you cunt every day, but not unless this is the relationship W/we have built. How do I know this is how you wish to be treated? Oh thanks for asking, because you and I have had a dialogue and conversation about your needs and wants and likes. I do not assume you are into that, I do not take you for granted and pounce on you expecting anything. Masters and Doms who are sincere and real are RESPECTFUL. They do not send emails that assume you should bow down to them, they do not insist on anything. True Masters and Doms are patient respectable men. At no time would they expect you to bow to them prior to knowing them or accepting you as a sub/ slave.

There are many people into many different things. As examples Gor Masters are more strict than most as they follow guidelines set out within the context of the Gorean word in books. Then there are chauvinist Masters who need life experience to truly become a Master. These two might not treat you with RESPECT as they have preformed views of women and their place in the world. It doesn’t mean every Gorean Master will be that way, nor does it mean the chauvinist will be either. It just means they have different perspectives. Perhaps you should take that into account when receiving an email from anyone claiming to be one or the other.

Why am I writing this? I despise whining simps. I see so many profiles now that start off with derogatory comments and warnings and threats. It doesn’t matter what site you go to, ALT, CollarMe, , AFF, y want to what have you. The idea that you will put your profile up within these sites is perceived as you want to be railed hard while being flogged and pierced. UNLESS you are specific in your profile you will get many unwanted responses from men who are uneducated in the art of courting a sub or slave. Even then you receive emails from men and women who can’t read or are just too ignorant to reply in kind with your wishes. Ok, I get them too. However I am not attacking every single sub and slave for one or two rotten emails I received. I am picking that which I find important to Me out of the pile then deleting the others.

There is no reason to open your profile up with threats. Its petty, small, and WEAK. I know I do not want a weak sub or slave so it is an immediate turn off. I guess what I am trying to say is stop being such cold bitches and perhaps what you truly seek will not ignore your profile and actually respond to you. Ever wonder where that guy is in your life? Or that woman? Think about it. If I talk to everyone here, theres a better chance of finding the right one than there is if I limit who I talk to. Perhaps the right one for Me actually sent an email from their phone, didn’t have the time on their hands to write a really intense and thoughtful email and sent you an email to try to make sure they at least said hello so you would know they were thinking of you. How do you know? You don’t. So to limit what you don’t know seems to ME a weak character flaw.

You say you are this or that on here and everywhere else. You/you claim to be a slave, a sub, a Master/Mistress, a Dom/Domme,masochist/sadist. You fill out a profile, write a blog, go to munches, read, study, experience. You are something, that's for sure.

Until you truly find it in your heart and mind that you are who you are, all the experience in the world, all the forms you fill out, all the people you meet, will not define that. Only you can understand what you want, what you need to be fulfilled. Only you can give this to yourself and define the soul that glides inside you. Only you. Not Me, not another person, only you. So define it, learn who you are, do not be afraid as it will be simply you you are left with in the end. Define you, come inside and be real and honest about you, let those inhibitions let go and enjoy being you. Stop hiding. Because I want to meet the real you.

She arrived late. That pisses Me off. I grabbed her by the hair, dragged her tot h back closet and shackled her to the bar above her head. She complained the whole time, but I didn't listen nor respond. I slapped her in the face and told her to shut up. She did promptly. I cut her dress off and left her standing in her heels, panties and bra. She looked Me in the eye so I spit in her face and told her to get her eyes off Me. She looked at the floor quickly. I cut her bra off and threw it in the corner. I grabbed some ratchet pliers from the shelf and clamped them onto one of her nipples. She screamed in agony as I let the weight of the pliers drop from My hand to her stomach. She began to cry then began to struggle to keep her mouth shut as she saw My hand come up. I grabbed another pair of pliers and clamped the other nipple and let the pliers drop. Her mouth opened to gasp from the pain and I immediately filled it with a pair of dirty socks from the laundry bin to My right. She wouldn't come late again.

I used a nice new xacto knife to cut into her sternum the word whore, just above her bra line. No lunging neck line for her for awhile. The blood trickled down her chest between her breasts, and as I admired My work she spit out the socks and called Me a fucking asshole. I grabbed the socks again and pulled her hair hard and down in the back, twisting her neck back and forcing her to gasp. I shoved the socks back in and grabbed a roll of duct tape from the shelf. I pulled off a piece and covered her mouth. Then began wrapping the role around her head again and again, her hair was stuck everywhere. I slapped her hard in the mouth several times then put some tape over her eyes and gave it a once around. Then I took out My lighter and began heating the clamps up where her nipples were. As she began to cry I stopped, turned around, turned off the light and went out to the den to watch tv. That was five thirty p.m. three days ago.

She wont be late any more Im sure.

I can't explain this any better. I am real, very real. My photos do not entail anything other than simple photos of Me. I do not dress like a leather clad role player, not that there is anything wrong with that, however, if you judge a Dom or Master by their choice of clothing, or sense of fashion, you are judging a book by it's cover. You are vain and shallow, and I only want you in My life so I can slowly peel the skin from the bottoms of your feet. 

I am an educated and sincere man. You will find a ton of scared fakers as you scroll through this site and others. I am not a fake. One look from Me, one slash of My crop, one grip of My hand on your throat, you will never doubt Me again. I urge you to talk to Me, get to know Me, then decide if you are worthy of serving Me.  

My education in this lifestyle has been deep. My experiences even deeper, often darker. I seek one who wishes to serve and find those darker places in herself. One who desires to trust and follow, to surrender and give her all. I want you to want to be deeply used, trained and educated in all you need to fulfill your heart as a complete slave. talk to Me ladies, Im not your typical guy, or your typical Master.