elkhartdom

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the domain, Not a subbie was stirring, (they were tied down with chain) The shackles were hung by the chimney with care, And the St. Andrews cross stood empty and bare.

The subbies were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of floggers danced in their heads; The Dom in his leather, and I in my slave cap, Had just settled down after getting our whacks.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I crept from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew very quickly. Tripped over some handcuffs and cursed soft and thickly.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my sleep-crusted eyes should unfurl, But a miniature sleigh, pulled by eight pony girls.

With a Dominant driver, so forbidding and stern, I knew in a moment I'd a great deal to learn. More rapid than eagles his pony girls came, And he whipped them, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, dashslave! now, danceslave! now, pranceslave and switch! On, subbie! on slavegirl! on, slavepet and bitch! To the top of the porch! to the training room wall! And I'll redden your bottoms, should one of you fall!

As terrified tears before the cat-o-nine flow, When they meet with an obstacle, gather courage and go, So up to the house-top the pony girls flew, With the sleigh full of sex toys, and the Dominant too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of pony girl boots. As I drew in my head with a sense of forbode, In through the front door the Dominant strode.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his feet, And his clothes were all studded, leathered and neat. A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back, And he looked very menacing opening his pack.

His eyes, they were hard with a definite glower His countenance cold, and I quite felt his power. His sternly set mouth bespoke no reprieve, For the unlucky subbie who caused him to grieve.

The goatee he sported lent a devilish air, As did the slight spatter of gray in his hair. He had strong pectorals and a muscular torso. That hardened and flexed and gave force to each blow.

He was lean, stern and fit, quite the Dom of my dreams, And I wanted to serve him, so went down on my knees. He looked down upon me, with a turn of his head, He made my soul tremble while my heart filled with dread;

He spoke not a word, but put me straight to work, He watched me in silence, idly tapping his quirt. "Heel me," he commanded, the lone words he would say, And he stalked out the door as I rushed to obey.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team cracked the whip, Pulled me 'cross his knee, where i hung scared and limp. And he whispered to me, "I shall teach you a lesson. Happy Christmas, new slave; tonight we shall session."
sent to me  thought i would share it

new day, new life, new problems, wake up call ladies,,,,prices are rising, economy is sinking, jobs are scarce, food and gas are skyrocketing, might be a good idea to wake up and smell the coffee.

Some of the fakes have been shoved off here by the staff at collarme, thank you for your diligence, by the way, read profiles people, i saw one today from new york, that is a cut and paste from one in south carolina who was removed by collarme staff. the fakes are rampant, and just are not gonna go away. 
Also in the rant and rave column:
how not to attract a good real Master:
1. put restrictions on him and yourself
2. be very nasty and vindictive in your replys to him
3. Tell him you want to get to know him for 6 months on the net and ask for his phone number  
4. lets see, i want to be vindictive, an ass, require restriction, put my rules up, keep him on the hook for 5 or 6 months, and then decide he is not who i want.    
those are the best ways i know to run off a real Master ladies. take heed.  time is but  a number, life goes on, make the most of the time you have. get your stuff together make a decision, right or wrong, just make it. 





 I got this from a lady on another site, who is a collared slave. I thought it was so appropriate and written so well, ti actually renewed my faith in staying in the lifestyle.
She makes very good sense.



I just reread Your profile and I find NOTHING in it that should not make a REAL slave seeking a REAL Master water at the mouth at the prospect of being considered by You.

The truth is...while I am older than You are, I don't believe older women have as much trouble attracting Dominant's as older Dominant's have in attracting subs/slaves. I am well aware from belonging to this site for several years and belonging to collarme for several years, older Dominant's are not as fortunate.

Age discrimination of males seems to be the "thing" I'm sorry to say.

There's also the aspect that many "younger" women in the 40's simply do not wish to be slaves; sub, yes, but there's always controversial forums here about equating slaves with subs and most stupid subs believe a slave to be a doormat, unthinking, with little or no intelligence. They do not want to have thought about them but are unwilling to explore the possibilities of slavery with a nuturing, guiding Master.

The younger women are not willing to make the commitment it takes to be a good slave. They want to have all their limits, submit when they feel like it and top from the bottom. They want to submit/scene and then walk away leaving the submission behind them. Slaves live their lives in slavery; mental and physical...we do not walk away from it ever. There are only a few older women on the sites I belong to...if there are lots of older slaves active in the life style they sure don't want to expose themselves.

What a tragedy...slavery is the ultimate freedom; sexually, mentally, physically. I apologize to You on behalf of all the women who don't know enough about who they are to seek You out.  So take heed my dear ladies, this is a woman who knows from where she speaks. Bless you my dear, you have renewed my faith

faster than a speeding submissive, more powerful than an electric charge, able to leap small boundrys in a single bound, look, with the whip, it a dom, its a man, no its Master woody, strange dominant from northern california who came to texas with hopes and dreams of a great pet slave, who can change the mind of a stubborn slave, bend whips with his bare hands, and who in a vanilla lifestyle, entertains the masses, fighting for truth, justice, and better bdsm.  CAn you tell im bored tonight lol

                     What it means to be a Master

Have been thinking about it for some time now. Think I have the final answer. got to thiking about perks of ownership last night
 owning, branding, regestering on the regestry, the responsablity of ownership, what it entails etc.
 how much responsability for someone else it takes to be a good owner/master
 that it is not all about the sex, or the whippings, or the pain and pleasure, that it is about the careing and needing and wanting and the willingness to sacrifice for another, what ever it takes to make them happy,stable, secure, and loved
sir woody: kind of a wierd attitude i admit, but has been running thru my mind
 most Masters could care less these days from what i have heard and see on here, they seem to be on a power trip of me and mine, and not worryed about the care and concern for others that kind of bothered me, but still have my own thougths and ways of doing things, which seem to be going out the window
The pride of ownership seems to be lacking, it seems to be a game for most now. Lets see what we can make her do, that will show how powerful I am.  I don't see it that way, never have and never will.  I have always taken a different approach to being a Master, and I think it works better for all concerned.
I care about and for the one who serves me faithfully, with trust, love, and care. I amke sure she is totally satisfyed in all ways as she gets the things she needs, wants, and will ask for. It matters not to me what it is she needs, as her Master, it is my duty and oath, to make sure she has it.  To care enough to make sure she is happy in her dutys, make sure she has the proper training and rules to follow for I have found each is different and needs to be treated different.
The responsability of owning a slave, is a very great one.  Most I have talked with or read things from, do not feel they owe a responsability to a slave.  Wrong answer in my opinion.  If you are going to take a person into your home, let them serve you with dedication and commitment to you, then that person becomes your responsablity, your job then, is to make sure they are 1. fed, 2. clothed 3. happy 4. recieving the proper training to fit their needs and wants. 5. their health and safety  6. her mental and physical status  7. and to be able to provide for her economically physically, mentally,and emotionally.
In my opinion, if you cannot supply these things or are not willing to supply these things to a slave, then you have no business trying to own one.
Personally I have the means, ways, experience, knowledge and ability to possess, care for, train, keep, and supply with all she needs, the perfect slave for me.  Where she is when she will be with me is the unknown factor. My hopes, dreams, and plans are totally on hold untill she is here.   Think about this as you seek, are you ready for this? Can you handle this kind of responsability?

No news is good news they say.  Only 5 replys in the last three days, and all and I mean all of them were not even close.  I know your out there somewhere, craving the attention, the feel, and the domination.  Find me.