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You tell me not to worry.
But are we not all motivated by fear? Or desire? Are they two sides of the same coin?
I crave climax but it is harder to come by. Do I need a new toy, or is the toy no longer enough?
It's a strange thing to consider my libido as a post-menopausal woman? At whatever age, we are never properly balanced, hormonally. Our modern diet and lifestyle keep us out of whack. I am probably lucky I have a libido at all!
Should I tell you about the couple at the end of the bar? She was at least mid-40's, he was maybe a bit older, but both in fine fettle, and good looking. They seemed like a pair of old socks, but then he started groping her, his big hand planted just below her right breast, fingers spread wide. He rubbed her belly like she was a pet, but then would bring his hand back up. When he took his hand away, she crossed her arms. Was she trying to keep him away? When they stood to leave he wrapped himself around her from behind and she asked if he had always been such a big cuddler. She had a British accent, thus the use of cuddle.
Was I jealous? On my other side was a 9 year old boy with his dad. Equally entertaining!
I thought I would keep strolling, see what else I might wander into, but I decided to call it a day.
Now I can enjoy the Sunday scaries in the privacy of my own home. I am looking for what I know is out there a man's man. Don't show me a deer head or a fish. Show me you know how to live in the hood. Show me you can throw down. Hold your own. protect me. Show me you are serious about machismo but you still love and care for women. Show me that you may not understand that I don't match any colors or rules in the game of life white black yellow or red but you can put me firmly in my place and keep me there. That you know my various places in your life. Show me you understand respect, what it is and how to get it. Hello my fellow kinksters.
I am so glad that this site brought back the ability to add new journal entries.
Today's rant boys and girls is...
Does no one want to be an exceptional submissive or slave anymore?
All I get are young gamers who want to escape their pathetic life that they created and live in a basement somewhere. WTF!
Or old guys who were cross dressing back in the day that now list themselves as " Trans" because they think it's cool to do that now.
News flash..just because your fat ass found a dress to squeeze into doesn't make you automatically a Trans.
Being Trans is way more than that and the Trans slaves slaves that I have had and Trans friends I have would tell you the same thing.
It seems like everyone in the lifestyle only wants to have casual play and sex.
They want fantasy instead of the reality and hard work that this lifestyle requires to have a long lasting relationship.
Ok, old man lecture over.
Well for now anyways! Darent update profile or I'll be lost again lol.
As of 5.6.24
But my slave is now just a fwb type playtoy now and then.
I'm in a relationship with a bi dominant, mommy, caring type woman who does get to Dom me lol.
We want a girl for eye candy, domestic and sexual uses, although I'm likely to be locked at times
We will care for you (well, she will mostly lol) but we do enjoy giving pain, chastity, oral, edging etc. pretty much whatever Ur little heart aches for. This is really difficult. And I don't mean being cute or pretty. I'm talking about trying to find somebody. I mean I kind of wanted a female, a woman, but I'm realizing, what would a woman want to do with me? I mean, unless she saw our relationship as some kind of lesbian relationship. But then why invest the time with me? Just get a woman. It isn't like I've been cuckhold now I'm just watching my last relationship have sex with men and we go and get our hair done together. That's a silly dumb fantasy. I don't really expect that ever. So it becomes kind of complicated. Being with a guy, I've been there. It never really works out. Most guys really have no idea. And I don't mean that in a mean way. And yes I've tried, thinking OK I'll be with a guy he can just go be a guy I'll be the girl I'll take care of everything that I need to to be cute and pretty. But oddly enough, it never seems to work out that way. I am submissive and really truly just want to explore more of a relationship as a submissive and feminine. I've done all the hard work myself. I am on estrogen and other feminizing pharmaceuticals. I've actually been surgically castrated, yes, have no balls. But yet I still can't find someone. And yet I still also feel more male than female. Is there really a woman out there that actually enjoys the art of emasculation? And also possibly feminization. I remember a long time ago I was at a bar out here in California, called the Oxwood Inn (I think that was it) and I saw a cute couple. a black woman, clearly the dominant, and a effeminate partner. I started a conversation with her, the dominant, basically asking about their relationship, and if she was together with her. I was quickly explained that yes, they do live together. She was working to turn him into a her in every way. This honestly fascinated me so much so that I still kind of looking for that same relationship. Now I'm sure there are men out there that might be able to do this? I've even gone so far as wondered if possibly I could pay somebody. Make some sort of long-term agreement because I'm sure this isn't gonna happen in a month or three months I would venture to say for complete transition, it's got to be at least a year? But then again what do I know? I'm only saying I'm disappointed in myself because I wasted time getting to know a few boys over this last several months who have all turned out to be unable to be consistent or follow through primarily because they are not real and don't know it. I wrote that last message because many messages I get are claiming to be sub's but the first and only thing they want to discuss is sexual service or bondage. Bondage takes time to get to since a trust and rapport must be built and I don't appreciate being used as an outlet for him to get off on his chosen method of not getting off. That is not sub service and my profile clearly states that's not what I'm looking for. Yes sexual and sensual pleasures are part of the relationship but you have to build a relationship first. (I'm not risking myself to legal repercussions just to race to fulfill some ass holes dream of being "forced" into something. Anything) These subs that think otherwise are fooling themselves and wasting the time of good dommes. This behavior is no different than the guy on match dot com who plays the same move on a lady in the vanilla world. "Oh hey i like your profile and see you posted for ltr but would it be cool if we just meet at a motel cuz im not really in a position right now for all that, but you were just so cute" Men are still men even if they claim to know what being a sub is and most men have been trained since birth to persuade women to just do whatever he wants. Even if he wants to be a sub he can then be a selfish sub. These subs are fakers who are "topping from the bottom". I will not abide such behavior. Collarspace guidelines prohibit "trans exclusionary hate speech, consensual non-consensent, things which are unlawful, othering, culturally insensitive or hurtful". This and similar is common across social media.
It's as if PC Principal has invaded and occupied our online spaces:
https://youtu.be/Vvc1nxlJb-o?si=Jn3aS5FR-HX_E-8F Details of the suckler:
This was a girl I met at a bar on the 4th of July. This relationship was about a year and a half long. She was a cute, petite brunette who only weighed 100 lbs. As we started dating, I came to realize how submissive she was by nature and very eager to please me. Our unofficial "dom/sub" relationship included her cooking, doing laundry, preparing my lunch, and other domestic duties. Early on she told me how she really liked sucking my dick, even that she considered herself a "suckler". She didn't have to tell me twice. Blowjobs became more and more frequent. Eating dinner, watching TV, reading, and she might move over to take my cock in her mouth, sucking to her heart's content. When I'd come home, her mouth would be there to greet me. In the car, I'm driving and without a word, she'd unzip my pants and pull my cock out. She’d smile, unbuckle, and use her wet mouth on me. We also explored some light bdsm stuff, blindfolds or me holding her down. She did was she was told and she liked it. I never asked how she wanted to be fucked. Whether I came in her pussy, gave her a facial, in her mouth to swallow, or on her tits, she graciously accepted it.
She was an agreeable slut. This relationship ended when I took a new job, and its the one I regret that didn't work out. Before you can be taught, you have to know what classes interest you to attend.
But that's not submission, I hear you ignorantly complain. No, but most of you don't understand the difference between being submissive and being A submissive. Most of you try and convince the world you are the latter whereas you are barely the former.
Nosce te ipsum, is the first order of any day. Youre not qualified to know anyone else before you get to know yourself. Life becomes a series of dead-ends and u-turns unless you know where youre heading.
Understand this - there is nothing wrong with not knowing, there is nothing wrong with asking and there is glory and purpose is learning.
Act accordingly, before that laundry list of expectations and demands that you carry becomes nothing more than a shield against actually experiencing anything.
And to those desparing of finding their place and purpose, remember that when you're falling out of the tree, any branch you can grab before hitting the ground is a blessing and should be appreciated. Even if it's not where you want to be, its better than the thud at the end of a drop. There is precious little enough joy in this world these days that any of us should spurn the chance to feel some when the possibility presents itself.
Here endeth the lesson. I got an email asking what I am into. Short of a BDSM checklist, here's a summary
I'm dominant and enjoy being in control, making decisions, being obeyed, developing trust, setting goals, agreeing on consequences, developing and enforcing rules.
I am a top and I enjoy bringing both pleasure and pain, applying restraint, sassy talk, working on goals, challenging my bottom, leaving marks, eliciting tears, causing yelps.
As a top and sadist, some play styles I enjoy include wax play, clips and clamps, nipple torture, CBT, impact (paddles, canes, wicked sticks, crops), fire play, violet wand, rope bondage, leather restraints, metal restraints including sometimes handcuffs, needle play, knife play, and erotic artistic cutting.
I don't expect every play partner to enjoy every form of play I do. A potential submissive of mine is expected to be open to trying new things but not expected to enjoy them all. Attitude matters!
I will be clear here.
If I choose you and you are not fit, healthy and eat healthy per My desires.
I will put you on a strict diet and exercise program.
I don't care what you weighed in high school or your younger years.
That is not what you look like today.
Who you are today, what you look like today is all I will see, and matters to Me!
Strip naked, take a long look in the mirror from every angle, take photos of yourself.
Are you proud of your appearance?
Or do you need to put in the work?
I am on a journey to better fitness and appearance.
If you are not, or have no ambition to, we will not match up.
you don't have to be perfect right now, although that is desirable.
What you do need is to be putting in the work and working on the goal of better health, healthy eating/diet, and becoming physically fit.
Eliminating substances from your consumption that is not healthy.
Watch 'Biggest Looser', maybe it will inspire you.
Its free to watch on freevee app
So, i have been told that if i edit my profile it takes a while for it to come back up so i will add a few things here instead.
1. If you message me and ask for money, you will be blocked and reported.
2. If you message me with "hi" it will not get answered. You are supposed to be an adult, use your words.
3. If you are a married couple, poly or looking for a house maid or an animal...sorry, not interested, please move on.
4. If you do not live in the US, i am sorry, but i will not relocate to another country, i love the one i am in.
5. If you are a submissive and want anything other than friendship, i will not answer you. I am not bi and i am not looking to serve with a sister. I have 5 sisters, i dont want any more lol
6. I will not download multiple chat programs so if i dont have what you have i am sorry (I only have 2)
I know, i know, i sound demanding for a sub. ;) Just trying to weed out the fakes and wannabes and those who only want a maid and cook. The “Honest” secret to a truly happy life
I came to this epitome recently which felt as if I found a jigsaw piece that I didn’t even know I had loss. I have always known that I do not think the same as most people but never thought about why. As a young kid I was exposed to motivational speakers and realized that the affirmations, meditation and even the music I listened to affected my mood. I grew up confident in my abilities and became a natural leader but never questioned why.
I watched an interview where the topic of honesty and lying came up. The interview prompted me to research the physical and mental effects of lying and I was surprised. What resulted caused me to self-evaluate my some of my deepest personality traits.
I felt as if I had been bumping into things in a dark room my whole life without even knowing it and a light was turned on. Nothing in my life is any different today but I can now clearly see how being completely honest has had a major impact in my life.
It has affected me physically, mentally in amazing ways that I had not considered until now. When I was successful at something I took credit and if I failed, I accepted the responsibility. There were no participation trophies, if I screwed up I learned to accept the consequences. As a result, I develop strong mental and social connections with those close to me because people inherently understood that I had integrity and they could trust me.
While still in high school I recognized that most of my peers were interested in sex but few knew anything about it. I was experienced which high school girls found very attractive so I took advantage of it.
As an athlete I used affirmations that I was going to be successful it was uplifting and positive. My success with girls gave me confidence and it became self-fulfilling the more experience I gained the more they were interested in me.
Self-deception shapes our reality, influencing choices and beliefs both negatively and positively.
Many types of ‘lying’ also involve self-deception, in Aesop's fable "The Fox and the Grapes". The fox in the end, gives up and walks away, saying the grapes weren't that good anyway. The fox demonstrates how self-deception can be useful for avoiding the discomfort of unmet desires.
When I was not successful with a girl, I would chalk it up to it was her loss not mine. It was because of that attitude that I never let failure slow me down.
I have shared a story many times that, I honestly thought everyone was having sex when I was in high school because I was. Several years after high school I met a friend and we talked about the girls we dated. I was amazed that he never had sex with any of them, he was a virgin until he was in college. I screwed every girl I dated, if fact I flat out told them if I was going to go out and spend money on them, I would require at least a blow job. A few were offended but most were intrigued some even enough to pay for the date.
That story always meant something to me because all of my guy friends were talking about getting laid but come to find out they were all full of shit. It has proven to reinforce my confidence and success with women.
It turns out that studies have shown, those who believe lying will give them monetary or social recognition are more likely to continue being dishonest. Those who tend to be insecure or have an anxious, avoidant or attachment issues are more likely to be dishonest to avoid being criticized, rejected.
Lying affects self-esteem, emotions and can lead to psychological consequences.
Dishonesty puts the brain in a state of heightened alert, and this stress increases with the magnitude of the lie. There are very real symptoms of anxiety like increased respiratory and heart rates, sweating, dry mouth. That is how a lie detector works it measures your anxiety but there is a reason it does not work on everyone and I will get to that.
The gut-brain axis refers to the two-way communication between the two systems, and explains why people describe feeling butterflies in their stomach under extreme stress.
Research has shown the act of lying stimulates the neocortex, limbic system the temporal lobe and other areas of the brain.
When we deceive someone the Amygdala, the part of the brain that regulates emotion, is activated, and we tend to feel shame or guilt.
Brain imaging experiments have shown the limbic system in a dishonest brain lighting up like a fireworks display. Unfortunately, they also show that the brain can adapt to dishonest behavior.
Studies have found that habitual lying can desensitize our amygdala and may even encourage people to tell bigger lies to get the same rush in the future. Those that lie all the time about little things tend to pass a lie detector because their body does not respond normally.
A 2002 study performed found that 60 percent of people lied at least once during a 10-minute conversation, telling an average of two to three lies.
A 2010 study have shown that the average American tells one to two lies a day.
Many people find deception essential for survival and social interaction to avoid hurting someone’s feelings. I will do my best to avoid confrontations and avoid topics where I anticipate difficulties but I will not lie to protect feelings or keep someone’s secret.
I have always told people, do not lie to protect me because I will tell the truth no matter the consequences and you will get burned.
At least to me being honest about everything is not a moral choice, I just find it a lot less stressful. If you have nothing to hide, there is nothing be worry about. If you fuck something up own it and get past it.
The facts prove that I am right, if you are in a small group you have to keep track of what you told each person so not to create a confusion. A liar has to steer conversations to avoid tripping over lies which will create the need for more lies or blend, bend lies to make the fit.
I am sure that some enjoy the mental gymnastics and get a rush out of deceiving people and they become pathological liars. For most, it just creates anxiety, depression, high blood pressure and all kinds of other stresses.
I take the time each day to appreciate what I have achieved. I try to meditate, say affirmations, practice yoga in order to center myself. Life is good….
I have always known I look at life different than most people but never questioned why.
I now have a better understanding why a lot of women I correspond with eventually ghost me. My actual life is their fantasy world and they either assume that I am lying. When it becomes clear that I am serious it can scare the shit out of them.
I have found that when faced with everything they say they want, their reality kicks them in the ass. They have family obligations, children, career or other considerations that will prevent them from leaving the world they know. In the end they are just looking for a masturbation partner.
There a few adventurous enough, that when provided an opportunity to recreate their life, step out of their comfort zone and make the changes necessary to make their fantasies come true. Choosing to live your life before it is too late can be scary.
Imagine your life six months from now not having to worry about going to work, paying rent or other bills and everything you need like food, clothing, shelter is provided. The perfect 1950’s homemaker that spends her time taking care of the Master of the home. I have been active in the kink community for my entire life and can make fantasies come true. I won a successful business, multiple vehicles, my home, a bar that hosts monthly BDSM lifestyle events and have organized the Key West kink community for over ten years.
I now realize that when I share my reality, the truth about what I have accomplished and what I have to offer it sounds like a lie.
Nothing in my life is any different today and I do not know what I am going to do with, this new found understanding of what makes me who I am. I guess the funniest thing is, when I am not successful with a potential slave it is truly her loss not mine.
If anyone who knows me wants to comment on what I have written, please feel free. I would appreciate any feedback.
Excerpt from Training Journal:
I hesitated. Mistress ordered me to lick clean Her shoes. Only for a moment, but I did hesitate. I thought I saw dried mud on Her shoes that She had stepped in outside. Turns out it was chocolate. A test...and I failed. Mistress didn't say anything at the time, but after licking clean Her shoes, I saw the change in Her demeanor. I asked permission to speak, which She granted. I begged forgiveness. She very quietly explained that even licking mud off of Her shoes was a privilege. I felt so crestfallen and ashamed that I had failed Her.
For clarity, if you, who approach me, whomever you are, have an involvement, partner, are married, or part of a poly arrangement, then only, repeat only if those people know about you being here, looking for involvements, and they consent to that, will I get involved with you.
I will be very strict regarding this, it's a hard limit, so please only approach if that is the case.
For myself, those I am involved with, know I am here, and any involvement that comes out of being here, they will know about it. My Personal D/s Relationship Requirements
The question was posed to me (back in 2019) “What do you require in a D/s relationship?” While at first, I thought it would be a simple reply over a text, one thought led to another and it quickly snowballed. (Phrasing, I know…) I quickly realized that there really was no quick, succinct answer and 70 characters would not be enough to relay my requirements. Some thoughts came quickly (Phrasing!) while others I feel I need to ruminate on.
First and foremost, I require honesty. Don’t lie through omission or do it to save my feelings or whatever. I’d rather have an honest, adult relationship rather than a childlike fabrication where I don’t know if I can trust what is being said to me. You may be brand new and that’s as ok as being an experience veteran. You may be barely legal; (that I will require ID for) I’ll still teach you. If I can’t trust you, I can’t play with you.
Secondly, I require that my “s” have the ability to effectively communicate with me. Whether it’s with words, sign language, texting, or moaning, they need to be able to make their opinions known to me. As the Top/Dom in the relationship, it ultimately falls to me whether to acquiesce or deny any requests. The bottom needs to understand that I’m never going to do anything to intentionally harm them but I also recognize that I often fail to effectively communicate my actual intentions/motives if not asked the correct questions. That can be alarming or scary. I’m not going to punish someone for wanting to understand what I’m doing or thinking; I encourage questions. If I’m not conveying myself satisfactorily to the point where danger may be legitimate, I do expect (safeword) to be invoked.
I also expect to be kept in the loop as far as my bottom’s day to day life goes. I don’t need a thorough breakdown (0700- woke up, 0703- used bathroom, etc.) but if there’s something bothering them, it will effect what happens between us. One thing bothering them, one lingering suspicion about something seemingly trivial can and will through off their ability to assess a situation and their reaction to stimuli. I do understand that, sometimes, a day can push you to a mental breaking point that just requires a thorough flogging to take your mind off it; if that’s what is needed, I will allow it but I will know to check in frequently. Plus, especially if there’s distance between us, I like to know you’re still alive. There’s nothing quite as undervalued as the text, “Hey. I had a rough day; I don’t feel like talking now. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.” That tells me you’re alive and I can back off on the worry. (Be ready at 6 am for my text/call though.)
The third thing I want out of D/s relationship is a connection. Not just an interpersonal one, but one on a deep mental level. For lack of a better phrase, I need to be in someone’s head. I need to understand how they think on a deep level. Many take my classic Cannibal question (yes, I got it from “Silence of the Lambs”), “What is your worst memory from childhood?” as overly personal and creepy. Not my intent. Unfortunately, to date, that is the best question (leading to follow ups) that I have found that truly lets me get into someone else’s head. It tells you What is truth?:
In the depths of night, in the light of day,
We ponder the truth that won't betray.
Is it a fact, or a subtle art,
A guiding light, or a shattered part?
Do we seek truth in words we hear,
Or in silence, when none is near?
Is it a mirror, reflecting clear,
Or a whisper, elusive, never near?
In the echo of history, in the depths of time,
Do we find truth in prose, or in rhyme?
Does it lie in the stars, in the sky above,
Or in the beating heart, in the depths thereof?
Is truth a rock, unyielding and stark,
A guiding beacon through the dark?
Or does it shimmer, a shifting beam,
A distant hope, a fractured dream?
In the soul's deep yearning, in the mind's keen quest,
We question the truth, we put it to the test.
Seeking answers amid the fray,
What is truth? We ask, day by day. *** NOT LOOKING ***My main profile text is a little over a year old. Like most people here, I avoid updating the main profile because you have to have it approved all over again if you do. It's a profile, not an advertisement. I am happy with my existing arrangement for discipline. I'm not attracted to men at all, so your emails go straight to my Bulk Mail folder, which I only browse occasionally. Yes, even yours. If that seems harsh, it's because otherwise my main inbox gets flooded with unwanted approaches from blokes who don't read profiles and don't respect boundaries. I have occasionally accepted men for the disciplinarian role (as long as it is purely platonic) but I emphasise once more that I'm happy with my existing arrangements for this. You probably won’t get a reply unless you meet BOTH of these conditions (and even then it's not guaranteed):
1) use the magic word to show you have actually read this journal
2) catch my interest in some way that I like
Like I said in my main profile, I am not into the Dom/sub side of things. So if you approach me expecting to meet a slave or submissive, you're going to be very disappointed. It's just not my thing.
P.S. Guys, the new magic word is "tiger". This little test shows you have at least read this journal, so it should filter out a few of the idiots.
So I figured an update was long ovedue and as it can take forever to get a profile reviewed figured this was better.
OK so I'm not a student any longer (at least in the literal academic sense....im always willing and eager to learn), but I am still at university making good use of my degree.
I have had some meets, and to be honest, most have been disapointing not knowing what it means to be a Dominant Man. One joyous Master opened my mind and body in a way that I'd always hoped it to be. I'm hoping to have that same connection again.
To that end I've become more serious about my lifestyle, expanding my wardrobe and playthings. Sadly my living arrangements limit my opportunities to play but working from home has its advantages.
I always try to respond to messages. Demands and threats don't make you Dominant, just an ass. A little help for those who blindly send messages.
Hint- not looking for single male slaves, single male subs, single male switches. If the package does not come complete with a natural grown vigina with the male, I am not interested. In all my years I have not met a male that I was sexually atracted to in any way "EVER".
If your a money slave and want to blindly hand over cash, sure I will glad take it from you. Just know that I will have no real interest in you at all.
Now if your interested in me making furniture for your Owner/Dominant, sure I would be glad to help. Other wise your mail will go directely to the trash.
hii sorry to interupt if we have already been talking and perhaps "planning" on getting together i just felt this is a pretty important piece i must mention generally to anyonoe who visits my profile
first thank you if its ur first time on my profile :) heeehe
repeat offenders i well come anytime i love the attention id love to be ur piece of eye candy Heeehe which i do got more pics but havent uploaded due to the delay that happens and i cant reallly offord a delay since im using this as my main source to escape ... thank you collarspace ;) please dont disappoint
okk so feminization the process which ive started and learned how much more i enjoy life as so. i began HRT and was shocked on the results and conviced this is exactly who im supposed to be :)
i was scared to fully flourish when i started since ii was still living at home.. mom; her druk dumb fukin BF; and my little borther.
you could see why i was intimidated to allow HRT gracefully....
i was on and off of it,id say maybe 4months yes,
then 4 months no.
then 2 months yes.
then 3 months no.
then 1 month yes
then
mile stone; family fell apart.... hurts but they hurt me literally no reason..
i was caught in the crossfire of his drunk ass running outta beer money every week blamed me always went throught my stuff, talked shit about my panties would often throw away my CUTEST jean or the combination of cloths that blended my image so amazingly it would allow anyone; who saw me, immedatly know i was a sissy BUT NOT JUST ANY SISSY ;)
--yeah would thow that out. iIt happed A LOT but like twice on my most cuties most amazing look that brought confidence and lust lol.
okay so my "familly" offically fell apart about 45 to 65 days ago i think give or take ... it occured in about a two week hostile setting. which i wanted no part of because it originated between THEM!!
yes i had nothing to do with it i even stayed away from home for days on end to let them deal with their own bullshit... however, out of the maybe 4-6 days that i did come back, cuz jesus i was tired of being out there!
somehow the arguments were about me... saying i dont work i dont pay rent --- like umm excuse me ??
dont pay rent?
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k sorry, where was i
--dont pay rent???
then hand me a bill.....
nothing ...
repeated bout 4 times and still no bill .. i HAD moneyi just wasnt gonna had it to them so he can turn around and just get more beer...
i did everything expect around the house AND MORE spacifically to prevent any turmoil since yes i didnt pay rent BUT NOT cuz i couldnt lol ... no bill no rent stupid drunk
[[[im sure i got completely off my main point but god i feel so good to vent i dont have anybody right now]]]
yes totall off topic if your still reading dang i appreciate your intrest in me lol *blush blush
ok i remember what this topic was supposed to be about lol soo sorry went completey right field.. yes right field cuz im left handed >:P lol
i becan this journal entry cuz i wanted to inform those who have a chance in owning me at the moment their a 3 im considering witch one i just hope will be the right choice fingers crossed
so this as ALL ABOUT FEMIZATION ohh and the whole artical up there does have a good purpose
When i began taking hormons, the fluxuation of on off onn off if you notice the ended with with 1 month on following a 3 month halt.... if you think about the proceess of my feminity you can picture about where im at in my appearance .... BUT WAIT IM NOT UGLY haha im not ill thow a pic of me rn or send in a message cuz i dont wanna have to do that waiting period this website impliments uppon profile updates.
sooooooo when i finally went back to see my doctor to FINALLY GET MY HORMONS again... stupid governer Desantez signed a bill that took into effect just the day BEFORE my appointment making it SUPER SUPER HARD not just for minors to get gender reassingment medication! my doctor straight up told me no! she will not give me my hormons because xyz...i was planning on getting a 4 month batch after explaining to her i was leaving florida to focus on myself and my tranisition... lol more like to focus on YOU and my transititon heehee ;)
theirs more to this but i chose not to disclose due to risk of prejudgmental dissisions, id say about 93% of you WILL MAKE regardless if you, think ur so mature or what not..
((lol prejudgmental is that even a word?
hahaha idk but sounded good there ;))
** ooo i just notice my spell check wasnt doing its job... crap im sure when i reread this im gonna have to delete it dammit enjoy the read and the insite of my current situtaion stay safe out there and masters/mistress/..potentual sissy owners.... [iSeeKu]
The House Doctrine of Master George Part 1 of 2
A Journal Entry for the Instruction of Slaves and the Record of My Household Philosophy
Preamble
To be a slave in my household is to make a deliberate and life-altering choice. This is not casual D/s, nor is it a temporary thrill that fades when the mood passes. It is a structured, enduring commitment where the Master commands completely and the slave obeys without hesitation. This arrangement is built on mutual understanding: the slave gives themselves fully, and in return receives structure, protection, and belonging that few will ever know.
The relationship I offer is rooted in the tradition of Total Power Exchange (TPE), but refined through years of leadership, discipline, and the lessons learned from both military command and the guidance of households past. Here, slavery is not a costume worn for a scene — it is a state of being, a way of life.
The Five Axioms of a Slave
Every slave who serves under me must learn and live by these five axioms. They are the foundation of service in my house, and they are not negotiable.
Excellence in Service – A slave serves with excellence in all things while striving always for perfection. Mediocrity has no place here.
Truth in All Things – A slave is fully revealing about all matters at all times to the Master. There is no secrecy, no hidden truth.
Service Without Reservation – A slave serves without humiliation, hesitation, reservation, embarrassment, modesty, or shame. Their body, mind, and time are all for the Master’s use.
Surrender of the Self – Before a slave can surrender to the Master, they must first surrender to themselves, accepting their nature without resistance.
Property of the Master – A slave is property; therefore, their Master’s pleasure and use come first and foremost in all things.
The Benefits of Being My Slave
To kneel for me is not to lose yourself — it is to find the truest version of who you are meant to be. Under my collar, a slave gains far more than they surrender.
Structure and Stability In my house, you will never wonder where you stand. Rules are clear, discipline is consistent, and leadership is unwavering. There is no confusion about your role or purpose — you will always know exactly what is expected of you.
A Defined Identity Once I claim you, your identity as “slave” becomes absolute. It is not a game, not a temporary title. It becomes who you are, and in that identity, you will find clarity and certainty.
Protection and Security My authority is both shield and sword. Under my command, you are guarded from outside harm, defended against disrespect, and guided through life’s storms. My rules are not just for control — they are for your safety and well-being.
Growth Through Discipline I am not a Master who allows stagnation. I will push you to improve, to master new skills, to refine your service until it reaches the standard I demand. Weakness will be stripped away. Strength will be cultivated.
A Bond Deeper Than Equals I will know you in every detail — your habits, your triggers, your limits, and your strengths. Our connection will be forged through shared trials, daily service, and unbroken loyalty. This bond will not be casual; it will be absolute.
Belonging to Something Greater This is not a solitary arrangement. My household is a structure with hierarchy, purpose, and unity. As my slave, you join something larger than yourself. You contribute to the maintenance, honor, and legacy of this house.
******* see part 2 of 2 for the rest Here is my experience with the bimbo:She worked at a car dealership as a receptionist when we met. She dressed conservatively, never showing much skin. She was pretty, but could have really been a 10 with better hair/make-up etc. She was slim, had a round ass, and her best feature - her glorious D cups. She was simple minded. We fucked on the first date and by the third date she asked to stop at a pharmacy. She point blank said, "I'm going to pick up some lube so you can fuck me in the ass tonight". We starting dating and getting to know each other. I learned it was fine to be a bit aggressive with her. When she was in the mood, she fucked like a raunchy porn star. She loved to be dirty or nasty. She loved ass to mouth, spit/sloppy blowjobs, being spit on, getting/giving rimjobs. Even with unbelievable tits, nobody is perfect. Outside the bedroom, dealing with her became a chore. She could be very childish and whiny, constantly complaining. Also very stubborn or moody at times. She could also be demanding. I liked the slut a lot more than I liked the girlfriend. One day she'd wake me up with a blowjob and the next she wouldn't speak to me because I forgot to wear the cologne she bought me. Or She'd pick a restaurant, not like the food, and be in a bad mood all night. It became difficult to deal with her inconsistent behavior. It became she was really only good for one thing. And after a night of her begging for ass to mouth, she said I treated her too much like my "slut instead of [my] girlfriend". Things ended not long after. That's why I am open to find a girl who is more agreeable and build the bimbo onto her. Captive Desire
The night was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the house settling. Olivia Bennett sighed, shutting her laptop with a soft click. Midnight again. She stretched, rolling the tension from her shoulders, and glanced around the empty house.
Jake was away on business. Connor was at a sleepover.
It was just her.
And then—a sound.
A soft, deliberate thud from the garage.
Her pulse spiked. She sat still, listening, waiting. The house held its breath.
Another sound—this time a scrape, like something dragging across concrete.
Her heart hammered as she stood. Probably nothing. A box falling, the wind knocking over the broom—something harmless.
Still, she grabbed her phone and padded downstairs, flicking on the hallway light. The garage door loomed ahead.
She hesitated.
Then, hand trembling, she unlocked it and stepped into the cool, dimly lit space.
The scent of motor oil and dust filled her nose. Her car sat untouched. The shelves were undisturbed. Everything looked normal.
A sigh of relief left her lips—
And then the light went out.
Darkness swallowed her.
The shift in the air was immediate.
A presence.
Her breath hitched.
Before she could move, strong arms wrapped around her, yanking her back against a hard, unyielding chest. A gloved hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her scream.
Hot breath tickled her ear.
“Shhh,” a low, masculine voice murmured. “Don’t fight it.”
Her pulse slammed against her ribs.
She struggled, kicking, thrashing—but he was too strong.
A thick cloth pressed to her mouth, something sickly sweet invading her senses. Her limbs grew heavy. The world tilted.
Darkness.
She woke to a whisper against her skin.
The air was thick, warm, carrying the scent of something rich—cologne, leather, danger.
She stirred, wrists bound above her, ankles tied to the posts of a bed—his bed.
Her breath caught.
The room was dim, candlelit, casting flickering shadows against dark wooden walls.
And then—him.
A man, clad in all black, standing at the foot of the bed. A mask hid his face, smooth and featureless, but his presence was commanding.
Powerful.
He trailed a gloved hand down her leg, slow, possessive.
“I’ve been watching you, Olivia,” he murmured. “Waiting for the right moment.”
A shiver coursed through her.
She should be terrified. She was terrified. But beneath the fear, something darker stirred. Something she didn’t want to name.
He knew.
His fingers traced the delicate lace of her nightgown, teasing along the hem.
“I wonder,” he mused, voice velvety, “how long you’ll resist before you give in.”
She swallowed hard. “I—I won’t.”
He chuckled, low and knowing. “No?”
His hand moved higher.
Her breath hitched.
Her body betrayed her.
Heat pooled in her core, a flush rising to her skin.
He leaned closer, breath fanning over her lips. “Your body says otherwise.”
She turned her face away, but he caught her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze—though she couldn’t see his eyes, she felt his dominance.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.
She parted her lips—
But the words never came.
He hummed in approval. “That’s what I thought.”
And then his mouth was on her, claiming her.
Possessive. Insatiable.
A captor. A stranger. A master of her pleasure.
And she let him take her.
Over.
And over.
Until she forgot what it felt like to be free.
Too many of you are confused — begging to be subs one minute, acting like wannabe Doms the next. All these hidden intentions are getting annoying. I don’t do pissing contests with little boys. Either serve or stay out of my inbox
Having a handful of internet subs doesn’t make you a Dom — it just makes you loud online. Real dominance shows in how you carry yourself, not in how many chatroom pets you collect
ONE LINE MESSAGES WILL BE IGNORED AND LEFT UNREPLIED!
Put some fucking effort into crafting your correspondence to me!
You will not get a second chance! Dear maste,daddy,mistress, mommy,Im a french sissy slave 57 on good shape living in Palawan Philippines.Serving as a sub slave for household duty and sex is my dream.Being dress as a maid for my service ,as an inmate for my punishment as an retardate teen girl for going outI love to be keep on chastity and diaper full time , wear 50s style lingerie, girdles,full cup bra,garter belt, stocking and more.Being keep on chain, shackles,collard for punishment are good for me.Correction and education by flogging, spanking, whipping or more are again normal.
Feel free to ask me anything!
Hope you have interest on meCheersSissy Melanie Who’s time is it anyway?
I would not take to property any slave that was not totally My property.
On more than one occasion, I have had prospective slaves misunderstand time. The slaves in question have offered non specific time instead of a definite time I directed.
Some slaves are journalling at My request. I direct them to make daily submissions to Me at a specific time each day; a time of slave’s choice. Many respond by offering a non-compliant time. They might offer to obey direction for journal submission the morning or evening of each day.
That broad a time frame may be convenient for the slave. A non-specific time may work well in their life.
The basic problem is the idea that the slave has the option to arrange its life for its convenience. The slave seems to hold the belief that time belongs to it to manage. A total slave owns nothing, especially time. Time is one of the many things that are in the province of its Owner. Having it operate as a supplicant on My time frame teaches it the lesson about, “Who’s time is it anyway.” I have been home for 3 days bed ridden for now. I am an amputee of my right leg above the knee. No I am not diabetic, I am handling this loss of limb better now as I think tetnus may have been running up my leg so I had to lose it to live. I am home with a wound vac and I see a nurse 3 times a week and OT and PT will be coming to work with me, and teach my housemates how to move me with a hoyer which I bought. Life is different but at least I am alive. I lost someone this week. No we weren't close lately. We used to be. Our relationship was never defined, it was loosely maintained, but we popped in and out of each other's lives over the period of several years. He was my first introduction to bdsm and the only D type that I could truly call a close friend at any point. He is the only one who ever took me to that amazing place that every sub reaches for, and when I used to write, I wrote about our times together. Those are still some of my favorites to look back on.
He was also there to cradle me in his arms and comfort me when a scene with someone else went really bad. He was there to help me figure out what I was and wanted without pressing himself on me, so that I would be safe in the future and make better choices about who I interacted with. He served as my protector for a while, when I was feeling vulnerable but didn't know if I wanted to step back from the scene at that point.
He never made me feel like a burden. He helped me in my kink life and he helped me equally in my vanilla life.
I knew he was sick but he didn't let on how bad it was. I found out on the book of faces. He is gone now, and I wish I could have been there for him, but he didn't want anyone to know the extent of his illness. That was his way.
Goodbye SkyMaster. You will always be loved, you will always be appreciated. I have nothing but warmth in my heart and in my soul for you. I can say that about VERY FEW people in my life. You will always be missed.
I'm a loving caring Domme seeking her sub for ltr.
You: available, devoted, educated, professional, well-off, well-rounded, Caucasian, attractive, publicly alpha, privately submissive, faithful, non-sissy, cuckold (non-negotiable). Need cuckoldress to pamper, obey, serve, worship, support, suffer for emotionally and physically. Ideal Situation: long-term relationship leading to marriage in TPE/Cuckold situation where cuckold is subjected to long-term sexual denial and chastity, reduced to slave-husband status in permanent service to me. You have to earn the status of husband before being a slave. I am not a slave master. Me: Petite 5'3" 120 lb sexy curves, African American Dom, the boss, business owner, attractive, caring considerate person but to my cuckold husband, I will keep always wanting more and begging to please me. Must be good looking, in shape and health conscious. I am all 3 of those so you must be too. I'm self employed and the boss. I live in New Jersey and I'm not looking nor will entertain long distance relationships. Must be in the NJ, Philly, or DE . I'm willing to do some variations of the above in the way of physical appearance. Although if you're extremely over weight or unhealthy, I'm not interested. I dedicate a lot of time to keeping myself in shape and eating healthy foods.
I really want a person that I care about who needs to be dominated more than I need someone to treat cruelly just for the sake of being mean.
I prefer you be over 40, mature, health conscious, as I really want someone in great shape but at least be healthy and HWP. The more successful you are, the more I want to dominate you.
When you respond let me know about you, your past experiences or anything that's significant. Messages with pics will be answered first, if I choose to answer at all. One liners or "how may I serve you" will be erased.
hotwife, domme, poly, cuckold, cuckoldress, hot wife, domination back in Kissimmee on vacation, November 2026 till March 2027. So available to play most days.
York, UK, at the moment
Traveling back on Sky Princess
We are a couple and enjoy playing (separate rooms), so please don't contact us unless you have a domme or sub friend. We are not swingers, but love BDSM and spanking What it comes to what I'm looking for someone described it quite well for me;
I want a vanilla man, laughing and joking, going out for dinner with me, days out etc etc.
But then the same man to use and abuse me sexually. My heart goes out to those who have lost their lives, and those picking up the pieces after the hurricane in the States. I have friends and family there and their packs of supplies they keep topped up all year are seeing them through. But they are reporting the tragedies of neighbours.
I wish everyone well who is suffering there.
For those that simply ask " How are you ? " . you don't have to ask . I'll tell you here before you ask. I'm doing ok. If you simply write and just say Hi. Then I'm here saying Hi back.
Why is that ? So I don't feel the need to small chat with someone. That is not my purpose of being on this site. I AM NOT lonely and looking for a chat buddy. Honestly I am not. Now if your deeply into alternative medicine , an advid gardner, a highly spiritual being then I might be intested in " chatting " with you.
But my guess is 99.99 % of people that read this is not into those things.
That being said I am looking for someone no matter what your age/looks/ education or lack of, is . That doesn't not matter to me in the least. What matters is are you someone I would consider in owning in real time ? If you think you are then write and let me know... in DETAIL. It is an extreme blessing that I don't waste my time on time wasters. MY EXPERIENCE and WHAT FRUSTRATES ME ABOUT MANY ON THIS SITE
IF YOUR GOAL IS A RELATIONSHIP, PLEASE READ THIS IN ITS ENTIRETY PRIOR TO MESSAGING
A recent encounter prompted me to share this.
When I engage in conversation (messaging) with men on this site. They often comment on how refreshing to find a real woman. A woman who understands D/s and BDSM focused relationships are not sustainable, they are just for play.
A woman who understands vanilla compatibilty is essential for anything real. If you are living your everyday life, involving your professional obligations, and social commitments, familial obligations, and other activities you enjoy. You need to know that person can fit into that part of your life. She needs to know the same of you.
Presumably you have already discussed and determined an alternative lifestyle, or kink compatibility. Now its time to determine cerebral, physical chemistry and the sustainability of a real relationship
That begins with the mutual sharing of information about our vanilla lives. You can still maintain anonymity, until you are ready to share who you really are out in the world.
THIS IS WHERE MY FRUSTRATIONS BEGIN.
Our most valuable commodity in life is our time. Of which we dont have an infinite amount. When we intentionally choose to gift some of our time towards a person of interest. We are saying to you I value you and want to vest my time in getting to know you. That is an act of respect.
When there is an exchange of information, its communication, sometimes people are busy, that's when you communicate to the other, it may be a few days before I reply which sets expectations regarding the response and is respectul of the other. Sometimes one party determines, maybe this isn't what i want. The respectful thing to do, is to simply say, I have decided we are not compatible after all. Thank you for your willingness to engage and share. I will continue my search and wish you luck with yours.
But...this is Collarspace where many people hide who they are, and their faces behind a blank profile, or one this that is seeking the fantasy...or a very few like me..seeking something real
We are all adults here. Presumably we were raised by someone, and we were taught exceptable behavior and manners. Most of us have either currently, or at some point had a career of some kind. During that career whatever it is or was, you had to engage with other people. There were/are certain expectations of behavior, manners, and always expected to be on time To be respectful of others time, as you would want them to be respectful of yours. These are lessons we are taught from kindergarden..
But..on this site more often than not...men will engage with you, there will be a mutual exchange of imformation. Then when you start asking about their life, which is a story that should be easy to put to words...no reply next day (but you see they are online), no reply the second day (but again you see they are online)...and then a third, fourth, etc.
Why these men can't just 'grow a pair', and be honest is beyond me. Because of the randomness of profile circulation. They, make it hard for the real men and real gentlemen to be recognized and appreciated by real women like me.
Now, I find myself spending my time writing this.. to say
IF YOU DONT HAVE THE CAPACITY TO BE RESPECTFUL OF MY TIME....IF YOU ARE INCAPABLE OF ENGAGING IN AN OPEN AND HONEST WAY TO SEE IF WE ARE COMPATIBLE....IF YOU ARE NOT SEEKING A REAL RELATIONSHIP WITH A REAL WOMAN....IF YOU ARE NOT EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT....IF YOU ARE NOT TRULY ABLE TO RELOCATE OR CO-LOCATE, OR DON'T HAVE THE RESOURCES TO TRAVEL....IF YOU ARE NOT SEEKING YOUR LIFE PARTNER.....IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE 'TIME' TO PUT IN THE WORK TO NURTURE & DEVELOP A SUSTAINABLE COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP....IF YOU HABITUALLY OVER PROMISE & UNDER DELIVER....IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE BALLS" OR GOOD MANNERS TO REPLY TO OUR MESSAGE EXCHANGE PURSUANT TO OUR CONVERSATION......
BYPASS MY PROFILE...DO NOT SEND ME A MESSAGE!
Seven years since my last post on Collar. Still
here and always stimulating my thoughts on
submission and being sexy for my friends.
i am on short vaca from the day to day norms,
so would like to chat some with my people.
So Cali is my HQ for most logistical meet ups.
Peace.
It sure seems like there are many, many Dominants on this site that *want* to find a sub who will desire, obey, heed, do, etc. as they direct
and tell them to do, but when I ask them, Are you worth it? they often get angry and defensive. I think instead the smart and experienced
Dominant will indeed be able to answer that question from an interested submissive with an accurate, honest, and appealing list of how they
have taken care and managed themselves well, first and foremost.
I stand firmly in the Do as I say Do as I do camp within a dynamic. So many men who contact me aren't Dominant at all, and the first sign
is that they cannot or have not positively Dominanted themselves to a level of respectabilty and dare I say excellence, that both enhances themselves
and attracts a potential sub to their side. Read that again!
We all have physical issues, personality issues, baggage, etc., that we have acquired over the decades, and I can't fault anyone for
living life, but it's ALL in what we do with said issues and baggage that makes the Dominant and makes the sub a good match. And please, have the
astuteness to know when someone is on your level or not. Think Like Attracts Like, or at least start there when contacting or considering a potential.
Be honest with yourself and that person, and always look in the mirror before heading out!
I am tired. I am wore slap out already.
Working 10- 12 hour days.. Six days a week and four hours the seventh. It has gotten old very quickly while I wait for bosses to make decisions on who will be my next assistant without consideration from me.
The stress of work, the stress of house, has me completely blown out. I collapse into exhausted sleep every evening now, while thoughts of work and how I will have the energy to get the most simple of things done at house that I need to get taken care of.
These are my days right now.
So forgive me if I get a little on edge when the word fun is thrown at me like a ball to my dog. I dont have time for fun. I have a department to run. I couldnt care less about fun. I care about making it through the next day with hopefully a little less stress than the last. I care about making it through my contract so I can get my rearend home where I will be happier.
Fun is good and all, but it is not the focus of my life. It is not the focus of what I want in a relationship.
Sorry for the rant y'all. I am just so tired of hearing... what are you doing fun tonight or well thats no fun. Shaking my head. I am beginning to detest that word with a passion. Masturbated for the first time in a while, and omg it was the best cum I've had in along time. I don't usually use a dildo, and it never fully fits so....lol But omg with my bullet it was the best things since slice bread as they say...lol With everything going on these days I just haven't felt like doing anything, but I think I'm good for now....lol It will be OK
Two drifting people on different ways,Living limited lives from distant days.Surrounded by many, yet still alone,Both in houses, but neither at home.A chance encounter - light, no more -Stirred something deep in each to the core.Old memories woke, a future appeared,New beginnings whispered where caution had steered.One stepped forward, the other stepped back,Too much to carry, too much to track.Too deep for one heart to sustain,And early joy gave way to pain.Like moths to flame they circled still,Neither yet ready for the bitter pill.Until at last he spoke his truths,Releasing both back to their roots.They dared to dream - and will again -Just not together.That much is plain. It is nice to have the journal back.
Nothing changes here does it?
Same people and same photos
Same photos and different people. Some younger than they were before!!. some on the other side of the world to previously.
But it is good to have it back I regularly get messages asking me what I consider edge play or what is an "extreme" scene that I have done. A few thoughts on this. First, and most importantly, my adventures are no one else's fapping material. I have met people off this site before, but that is more of an exception than a regularity. Sharing something like a story, which is very intimate, or a scene, is asking a lot right off the bat and is something that no one is entitled to.
What is considered edge is going to be different for each of us? I am not here to one-up on someone or compare sausages. What is taboo to me? Having someone viewing another person on camera might not seem hardcore, but having cameras set up 24/7 to view on-demand is. Going out to dinner may not seem hardcore, but my footing the bill can be edgy. Humiliating play may not be edgy, but when you consider mental health, it can be as sharp as a physical knife edge.
If you are not on the same wavelength as I am, you will miss the subtleties of how sharp my edge is. Received a response a year later from an intriguing Submissive man.
I could tell from his front page he was a world traveller and a bit of a seeker.
I do like a good surprise:)
Without sounding like a complete hypocrite it is nice to hear from people who have been busy outside of this site. I do feel I need to taper off a little but if I am not here I am at work or helping others and things do need to change.
Will need to learn to be selfish. The meal
The table was laid. It was an important dinner party, but the table wasn’t overly fussy. It was going to be a simple meal: the steak already in place on warm plates at either end of the six-seater table, wine in the goblets and terrines of buttered vegetables in the middle. One plate was set between the other two chairs. Chairs which stood, side by side, along one of the longer sides of the oblong table. Next to the plate were two glasses of water, a plate of small cubes of fresh bread and crudites and a dish of oily, dark balsamic dressing. The lighting came mainly from the open door to the kitchen and the two tall candles on the table.
Two women stood, close but not touching, each behind one of the chairs. They were dressed the same: black heels, black stockings, black suspender belt, but they looked different. One was significantly taller than the other, and much curvier. The curvier sub had dark blonde hair which fell in a straight curtain down her back, the other had shiny brown hair which fell in soft curls just past her shoulders. The brown-haired sub had pubic hair, neatly trimmed very short. The blonde-haired sub was completely bare. Both wore a narrow black leather collar around their necks with a metal ring centre front. And both wore leather cuffs with a similar metal ring around their wrists.
Two men entered the room and both women stiffened. Each one cling their elbows tighter behind their back pulling their shoulders back and pushing their breasts out; nipples already erect from anticipation and from being exposed. The older man walked towards the blonde haired sub and turned her collar so that the ring was at the back. He threaded a chain through the ring and attached it to her cuffs; holding her wrists in place behind her waist. Each man pulled out a chair and motioned for the women to sit.
Suctioned to the bare wood of each chair seat was a dildo, glistening with a thin coating of lube. It wasn’t very long, maybe only 4” but it was a little thicker than a standard dildo. Both subs placed themselves over the dildos and slowly eased themselves into their chairs. The blonde sub could feel it slowly stretching and invading her cunt and she felt heat spread up her belly. She turned to the older man and gave a barely noticeable smile. The older Dom said “You are not to speak unless spoken to.” “Yes sir,” replied his sub recognising the smile in his eyes behind his stern words.
When both women were seated the two men took a moment to check the state of their sub. The older Dom placed his hands on his sub’s shoulders. He gently ran his fingernail down her back. He heard the intake of breath, saw her breasts rise and felt her rock slightly forward – dildo inside her and clit bumping onto the hard surface of the wooden chair. He let his hands glide down the swell of her breasts, pinching each nipple between his fingers and using them to lift her heavy breasts; feeling their weight and seeing his sub rock forwards on the seat again. He gave each nipple a playful, sharp flick and the second Dom said to his sub, “Feed her first.” Both men sat down and began eating as the brown-haired sub, with her hands still free, turned to the blonde-haired sub and smiled.
The meal continued. The men and women talked normally to each other. The shorter sub fed the blonde sub bread and vegetables, dipped into the balsamic dressing. Whenever a small drop fell onto the lip, chin or breast of the blonde sub, she kissed or licked it off. After a while the blonde sub began to squirm noticeably in her seat. When the next drop fell onto the top of her breast the brown-haired sub leaned forward and grazed her tongue over her nipple before catching the drip. The blonde sub squirmed again and moaned aloud, the dildo deep in her cunt, her clit swollen from constant bumping and squirming on the seat. “I told you not to speak sub. Are you such a slut that you can’t eat a meal at the table without moaning?” the older Dom spoke sharply but quietly. “Over the table now.”
The blonde sub eased herself off the dildo, ging again as it left her cunt. She walked, wrists still bound, to the empty edge of the table, opposite the other sub, and leaned her body over it, feet shoulder width apart. Her Dom could see her slightly gaping, wet cunt. Without warning he stuck two fingers into it and everyone at the table heard how wet it was. Removing his fingers, he rubbed her juices over her swollen clit and gave a quiet chuckle at the low moans his sub made. “I think she needs more tonight,” he said to the younger Dom. From out of his pocket he took a metal butt plug with a flared base. The blonde sub could see that it was her medium sized one; the one she had been wearing recently for periods of time outside the house. Her Dom applied a little lube and then she felt it pushing gently but insistently against her arsehole. As she felt her arse open and suck the metal bulb in, her Dom grabbed her hair, turned her face towards the other Dom and delivered six sharp smacks to her arse. She felt the heavy metal plug jolt inside her and she closed her eyes and moaned with arousal and embarrassment. After the sixth smack he pulled her upright by her hair and delivered another six slaps to her breasts, three on each. She felt them bounce and her hard nipples screamed in pain, making her g and cry out. “Sit back down and finish your meal,” her Dom said.
On wobbly legs, she returned to her seat. As she lowered herself back onto the dildo she felt an exquisite fullness as the dildo rubbed past the plug in her arse. The brown-haired sub had been eating but, at a motion from her Dom, she began to lick and suck the blonde-haired sub’s sore, engorged nipples. The sensation was arousing and soothing but, desperate to make no sound, the blonde-haired sub closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Focused on allowing the soothing attention. She didn’t notice that she was already rocking her clit against the wooden chair seat again, but the two men did…
Mar 28, 2020 If you'd like a reasonable answer and a good prospect of meeting me for real, message me and
Don't assume any titles. You can tell me how you like to be addressed. You can ask or tell me once how you are going to address me unless I.
Start with a greeting. It says so much. Not using any also tells me novels about you. Very disappointing and frustrating ones though.
Tell me the reason why you contact me. Is it based on my profile and to figure out if, when, and how we'll have a real session offline? Tell me.
Respect your own prospect and mine. If there is no overlap between what we are looking, don't ignore that. Don't ask me or try to play online for instance. Ask me questions if you like, but don't ask me something you can look up. You can always ask about my own definitions or opinions about something but give me context, please. I need to know why you ask.
Tell me something about you but not everything, especially not right from the beginnung. Start with the most relevant information concerning your reason to message me. Open up a bit. Personal information is a give and take. Our balance gives away a good portion about the prospect to meet.
Manage your expectations. This is the internet. Without closer contact, you don't know in which situation I am in, any sudden accident or sickness for example. I expect having to filter through a lot of crappy messages, people not reading, lack of manners, disrespect, crazy people, insults, plenty of people just disappearing. The list goes on. Don't expect a 100% reply rate, even from me. I am only human.
It's the internet. Don't stalk or annoy (see respect above) but be patient and persistent. The only way to filter strangers is time and continuous communication. Liars have a hard time keeping up consistency. Con and scammers people don't like to invest too much time into the same contact. Trust is most valuable, time is second to that, followed by other resources like money.
Try to include a question towards progress on trust, checking if it's a match, and possibly a real meeting.
November 2, 2025 - Soccer Coach came by for a visit after a game
SUPER SHORT STORY this time...
Coach came by for a visit tonight.
Oh my God, it was quick but fun. He was only here for about 40 minutes. He wanted water sports, both drinking my piss and pissing on him. So throughtout the afternoon, I drank plenty of water and a beer. Drinking lots of water and especially a beer helps clear my bladder so it's clear piss with no scent. And I drank tons of water.
I was expecting him at 9:00pm and had been drinking water extra heavily for the past hour. At 8:45, I thought my bladder was going to explode.
He messaged and said that he was about 10 minutes away and I said "that's good because my bladder is going to explode. When you get here get naked and we're getting in the shower for piss play first thing. Be prepared for a lot of piss." And that's exactly what happened.
He's a soccer coach and had warned me that he had four games today, and that he was coming directly from his last game. He warned me that he was not going to be freshly showered like normal. That's why I said we'd start in the shower. First for piss play, then so he could clean up from his day of strenious activity.
When he arrived, I was wearing nothing but a bathrobe. He immediately stripped his clothing off and with very little chit chat, we headed for the bathroom. We got in the shower, he dropped to his knees, took my cock in his mouth. I relaxed and my bladder started to empty into his mouth. I pissed and pissed and pissed some more. And then I pissed even more. I can't believe how much piss my bladder had been holding. I could hear him swallowing, Gulp, Gulp, Gulp, Gulp. I fucking flooded my mouth with my hot piss.
He was catching and swallowing most of it with very little escaping from his lips. Finally I said, "you don't have to drink every drop." He pulled his head back a bit and my cock out popped out of his mouth and my piss sprayed all over him. Like holding a garden hose he directed the stream of piss all over his face, and then through his hair. Eventually I stopped pissing, but only to start again a moment or two later. Eventually I completely drained my bladder.
I rinsed off and then left him in the shower telling him a fresh towel would be hanging on the doorknob. When he got out of the bathroom, we went upstairs, I didn't even tie him to the bed like I had planned. I just told him to lay on his back in the bed and I climbed up on top of his chest with a knee in each of his armpits. I leaned forward putting my semi limp cock to his lips. He sucked my cock into his mouth and started sucking on it. I actually thought I might be able to piss a bit more, but we were in the bed that I sleep in, so I didn't want to risk it. After a moment or two of sucking, my cock started getting hard, so I started to throat fucked the hell out of him.
A few times he would gag when my cock hit that magic spot in the back of his throat. At other times he would stick his tongue out and lick my balls while my cock was still in his mouth. I barked a few commands to "suck daddy's cock." After unloading all that piss, and since I had been playing with myself and watching porn before he arrived, I was getting too excited, too quickly. It didn't take long until I dropped my load into his mouth. I pulled almost completely out of his mouth so I squirted my spunk onto his tongue, and then I heard him gulp like he was doing with my piss in the shower.
Then he continued to suck getting every last drop out.
It was a quick visit, but it was absolutely wonderful. I don't think I've pissed in anyone's mouth for almost a year, and although I thought my bladder felt like it was going to burst for a few minutes before his arrival, when I finally got to empty my bladder into his mouthand stomach, it was fantastic. It's been way too long since he's been here for a visit, which is my mistake because of my busy schedule. But I can guarantee, it's not going to be that long before I see him again.
Definitely had a great time.
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My late wife whom I lost 10 years ago, loved bondage in many forms. On a trip to vegas I setup a situation to totally driver her mad..... We went out to a nice dinner very well dressed and a show. She attired as follows for it..... thigh boots well heeled, stocking with garters PVC Garter belt, a steel chastity belt no plugs, all under a leather mini skirt, tight strong pvc under bust corset well laced, pvc string bra, covered with a white satin blouse. She was my arm candy for the night. Needless to say she was whispering in my ear delicious thoughts, needs, desires, and beggings to be used. Being so bound and restricted via the chastity belt meant she was not able to effectively finger herself in the booth as we ate and had to endure the knowledge that I controlled her sex and its release. When we retired after some gambling and teasing by both of us, once in the room she seductively stripped her shirt and begged me to release her, i made her spread against window in the hotel room and released her chastity and held her firmly by the hair and ravished her to my pleasure..... that evening she stayed booted and corseted and skirted but bound at the feet and wrists... I took her 2x more that night and she crawled on me begging for cock and talking about how much she was made into a object of sexual pleasure. On having no experience...
My preference would be a partner with some level of real life experience. That being said, if you don't have a lot of experience, it's your job to properly educate yourself. I'm not sure why so many male submissives think it's attractive to approach a FemDom and say, "I have no experience, but am eager to have you teach me and mold me." Personally, I find it lazy and an instant turnoff. It's the same fantasy-induced fever dream, over and over again. I've spent 18 years in the lifestyle and when I first started out, I spent quite a bit of time learning and honing My skills. Subs and slaves who want to be taken seriously do the same.
There are several excellent books to start with for basic training skills. If you're on FL, I highly suggest following slave underscore mission. he's got ninety or so journal entries and it's a great way for any beginner to find a place to start. Beyond that, there are classes, workshops, snack and learns...seminars; etc.
Bottom line, if you want an experienced and educated FemDom, you're either going to need real life experience or be able to show that you've taken considerable time and effort to learn the basics.
Of course, once under consideration to become Mine, I would train you to suit My specific needs. But it's the difference between training runners for a marathon who have only done a 5k vs trying to train people who can barely walk a mile. Wow, it has been along time since i posted anything.
1st i am still alive.
Next month will mark 7 years since my last D/s.
Not even sure i would be a good slave or even sub anymore to be honest.
So much has happened and tho i retain allot of who i was, who i am is no longer known.
I am damaged. And tho i would love a relationship , i dont need another setback in my life.
In 2020 i was forced to rehome my 3 birds,
And June this year i was able to adopt a new baby bird, he was 3 months only when i got him.
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After some of the events to have taken place my brain is noticeably not the same, and i am learning how to do a few things again. So slightly better news. 99.9 percent of the people who get this cancer are either heavy smokers, heavy drinkers, or drug users, and have depressed immune symptoms. Since I am none of those things, my chances of making it out of this alive is closer to 80 percent than 50. I'll take it. I go in for surgery next week. They are cutting out a piece of the back of my tongue, a piece of the back of my throat, and going into the side of my neck and removing all the lymph nodes. Fortunately, the surgical techniques have advanced a lot and they no longer have to take out all the bones and muscle in my neck along with it. So I will have a scar on my neck, but won't be grossly disfigured. I won't be able to eat solid food or talk for a few weeks, and it's still going to be horribly painful, but better than dying. And hopefully, if they get it all, I won't need to follow up with chemo and radiation and it won't come back. But this cancer does like to come back. I will worry about that when it happens. For now, I'm going to focus on getting through this and keep living my life as best I can. Thanks to everyone who took the time to write me about their own survival stories, or to offer support.
My thoughts and understanding between the difference between a sub and a slave. Yes, everyone thinks that a slave has no rights. They are property. I view slavery as the utmost form of submission. When a sub says to her dom or master "please own me." What the slave is meaning is that she has such trust in her dom that she trusts him with her life. Not only physically, but psychologically as well. She knows that any decsions that her "owner" makes is in the best interests of the slave. This subsmission should not be taken lightly but after a high degree of trust is earned. That trust has to be mutual or the relationship will suffer.
Basic Rules
1. The sub/slave will address all men as Sir or other appropiate title within the BDSM lifestyle, All women will be addressed as Mistress or other appropiate title within the BDSM lifestyle. If agreed too all vanilla men and women will be refered to as sir or ma'am.
2. The sub/slave wil report any changes to health physical or mental.
3. The sub/slave will commincate any concerns, requests, or desires in an honest and respectful manner as well as keep a journal and make one entry per day in the journal and will present the journal for review weekly.
4. The sub/slave when entering the houshold shall remove all clothing and present herself naked for inspection. Once inspected she is to remain naked or dress in appropiate clothing as directed.
5. The sub/slave will accept any restriction as agreed too including mental or physical bondage.
6. The sub/slave will adhere to all protocols, modes of speech, positions as agreed too. All positions must be done in a graceful manner.
7. The sub/slave will accept any discipline and punishment as agreed too and realize that thisis a corrective action to aid her in her journey of submission.
8. The sub/slave shall perform any sexual service as agreed too, unless there is a health issue that would prevent her from performing that sexual service.
9. The sub/slave shall perform any domestic service as agreed too, unless there is a health issue that would prevent her from performing that domestic service.
10. A collared sub/slave shall honor her collar and not engage in any activity that would dishonor her collar, herself, or her dom/master. Tonight, as I sit alone in my room, the whirr of the fan above, and the muted hum of nightlife outside, I'm overwhelmed with a cocktail of emotions. They say time is the best healer, but some memories are etched so deep that time only accentuates their imprint. Today's breeze had the playful quality of that one evening, that daring venture that James and I took together.
He always had this unique ability to surprise me. Just when I thought I knew all his tricks, he would come up with something unprecedented. I still remember his mischievous grin when he handed me that beautiful burgundy saree. "Wear this for our date tonight," he said, with a glint in his eye that I'd come to recognize. It meant there was a twist to this tale. And oh, was there!
Wrapping the saree around myself, feeling its soft touch glide over my skin, knowing I wore nothing beneath, was an experience in itself. The chill of the metal waist chain against my bare skin, every step I took accentuating the lack of fabric underneath, it was exhilarating. As we walked through the garden, the tendrils of the evening breeze would occasionally threaten to expose my little secret. Each gust made my heart skip a beat, the thrill of possibly being caught, the sheer audacity of it, and James's approving glances only added to the excitement.
Though it was all in good fun, it revealed a lot about our relationship. James always pushed me to embrace my desires, however unconventional they might be. With every playful dare, every challenge, he taught me that sensuality wasn't just about touch or sight. It was about feeling, anticipation, the dance of the mind with desire, and most importantly, trust. Trust in him, trust in us, and trust in myself.
In the heart and among the bustling streets and the vibrant nightlife, we found our little pockets of intimacy. Some may see it as scandalous, but to me, it was a testament to our bond. We didn't need to be confined to the four walls of our bedroom to feel close. It was these spontaneous moments that made our relationship feel alive.
Today, surrounded by the memories of our shared past, the saree folded neatly in my closet seems more than just fabric. It's a reminder. A reminder of our passion, our adventurous spirit, and the love that transcended norms. Though James isn't here in person, his essence lingers in these memories, keeping the embers of our love glowing.
Ali’s Story
Ali's Story had a lot unsaid, a lot unrevealed. I have discussed aspaspects with friends and recently someone asked me what I'd do if Ali called me out of the blue. I don't know how I'd react, I really don't know. What would you do?
For my friends and the curious here is.
Ali’s Story
It’s my epic summer. I crave the heat. Heat seems to stir up my happiness genes. I had no idea how my organized, careful world would come to such an abrupt and decisive end. You can direct and plan your life in a fashion that corresponds with your economic means and social demands or you can try to self-actualize. I had gone the safe route with occasional side trips to my secret life. I say chuck it all, why not live in the brief time you have. Revel in your oneness. Narcissism in small bites might not be a bad thing.
Why all the detail? I wanted to make sure you understood I wasn’t bored and looking for some gratuitous action. I had a lot of cool things to hold my attention. Why I encouraged a visit to a part of my life I always thought of a Lady in red:
In a gown of scarlet hue,
Stood a lady fair and true.
Her grace and elegance did shine,
As she danced beneath the moon's soft line.
With each step, she painted the night,
In shades of passion, bold and bright.
Her laughter rang like sweetest song,
And all around, hearts did long.
For the lady in red, a vision divine,
Captivating all with her allure so fine.
She's a flame that ever burns,
In the memory of those she turns.
So here's to the lady in red, so fair,
A sight to behold, beyond compare. Why am I always responded to with vague answers?
I ask: "What would you do with me if I was yours fulltime?"
He responds: "I woould like you in every way possible"
I am going to stop responding to those kinds of answers.
If you cannot or are not willing to respond with some detail, then please don't respond at all. So been a couple of days browsing and reacquainting myself with the site and there have been a few changes, still males massively outnumber the women using the site which is evident in the people viewing my profile being mostly male.
It would be nice to make a connection with a local caring Domme that would take me under their wing and show me what it is like to be used in whatever way they see fit (open to trying anything really) but that wikk appreciate that I would be taking a leap of faith.
I want to yearn for my Domme, feel lost without her guidance and when she is not around it would give me physical pain being apart from her.
Probably chasing an impossible dream.
Single Male seeking a Single Woman for TRUE 1 hour massage swaps... deep tissue, shiatsu, efflourage, sweedish, it band, hip flexor
Hello 🤗
I think it's safe to say I know my way around a massage table. Been doing it for close to 24 years now give or take. The hard part is finding a single female who either knows what she's doing, or I can train to massage me properly. Pun intended. 😁😈
The best situation would be if you have somewhere in the neighborhood of 3 hours available. I would do you for an hour. We take a break, maybe grab a snack, have a picnic (cook up some lunch or dinner, I'm an excellent chef from what I hear), then you do me for an hour. And we both go home till the next time.
Pick a morning, lunchtime, or afternoon. I have these really nice mats to bring to the park, or eventually if you feel comfortable going to each other's places, that's great too. Keep your clothes on, for now. Get your mind out of the gutter. 🤣
I'm the power lifter type, and really need some muscle release... IT band, hip flexor, tight calves & chest, neck & shoulders, limited range of motion stuff. Don't worry, I have tools and toys for this. My industrial power massager puts the Costco version to shame. LOL 🤣🤣
You: I can do whatever you like done to you. Whether you like it soft or hard, or you want to get into opening up range of motion limitations, let me know. Or maybe you just want something super soft like a head and hair massage, that's cool too. 😎 If it eventually progresses into your place, or my place, hot oil is definitely something to look forward to.
Send me a PM.
Slave or Property Wanted
Dominant wants a slave, property, free use, masochist. Either M or F. Expect Domestic Service, SM Service, Objectification, degradation/humiliation. Must be local to central MA and have a car
Appears i am a permanent chastity sub/slave. Locked 842 days as of 01/20/22.
As the sub, it’s a turn-off to see a sub-cumin during play.
While important both enjoy the scene, it’s all about the pleasure of the Dom.
An exception to “enjoy” is a discipline
The scene is about Dom’s pleasure and the sub should focus on them. Seems to be a HUGE lack of respect on this site. People badgering others to conform to what they are looking for and to abandon what you want to serve their needs or wants.
I respect what people want and need. I read profiles, if they match what I am seeking, then we have a conversation, but if they are seeking something so far out from what I want, why would I contact them and try and get them to change what they want?
That is rude. You may be that desperate to settle for whatever, but I am not. You will not be happy with just anything. Don't be lazy, take the time to find the person that actually fits you.
Do better people Well, it seems journals are working again!
Please don't ask me for meaningless play, or suggest I have an interest in you showing up now and then. I'm only interested in a real and whole relationship IN PERSON. I am the real thing, like some men seem to want... a lifestyle slave who is also intelligent and capable. I'm not moving, I own a large and lovely home that I have put a ton of money into customizing. I am only interested in a LOCAL loving dominant male who will make feel safe, and allow me to give myself to him as much as I am able, and not regret it. Yes, the "L" word. I want so much to put down my sword and shield.
I'm an older lady now, so what I can do physically is limited. But I can still do quite a bit of the things that work for me, and if you have fet or alt you can see faceless pics of me and my dungeon. But mostly, I want a loving strong man who can be in charge and not make me regret it. Is that You?
Right now, I am healing emotionally from giving myself entirely to someone who represented he wanted to be my Master, and then decided that being Jimminy cricket was more his style. If I were younger, I would take a few years off like I used to to heal, but I don't have that luxury now. So I have to get back in the pool.
So many letters asking about the intro quote in my profile. Nope, it's not from a book. I wrote it. For all those who are asking, here's the full version:::
That sweet girl, with the world in her soul, the heart of it on her sleeve, tears like diamonds never shed for the pain of the world felt too sweetly. She holds it all, your dreams, your desires, and the ability to take your darkest fantasies and make them whole. She is strength of spirit, and her soul flies free above you. You can take her to arm, like a falcon coming to roost, but you will never tether this feather of sunlight. Yet, fragile is this creature. As if to say, all your words were glass in delicate hands. One false word, and the glass shatters, shards of bloody pain amidst her fragile fingers. Oh, speak you the truth, that her gentle hands stay soft and her eyes glow for you. Speak you the truth, that the world, your world, not shatter and leave her with glow extinguished. Rather let her fly, admiring the curve of her as she soars, knowing that it is to you she returns, that sweet girl, to let you glimpse the heart of it all deep within falcon green eyes."
by yourgirljoy 2022 Another journal entry. I encourage anyone who wants to know more about me or what I seek to read them. My profile was basic so it would become active.
I often wonder how often people have cock/pussy on their mind. More then me or less then me? Do some never think about it?
I also often wonder if someone had someone willing to fuck anytime they wanted how frequently would they want to? Being a woman I'm less reliant on specific things working. I can theoretically spread my legs, insert cock, fuck. I dont have to have an erection to fuck. I dont even have to be turned on for a dick to find its release inside me. I dont think it's quite the same for men. They can't always go round after round. It may take 10 dicks just for 1 woman to get enough. Or more. Lol
I am not ashamed to admit that this morning I was in a Neil Diamond mood. I have weeks where I am singing Cracklin' Rosie all day. Not so much lately, hence the need. I have my favorites and the songs I skip over. I play Forever in Blue Jeans twice. So I am driving to work, merging with people who don't know how to merge, and a song queues up that I would normally skip over. But I was clueless merging so I wasn't paying attention. And then I hear the words.
Far. We've been traveling far. Without a home. But not without a star.
All of the sudden I start tearing up thinking about how people left everything and everyone for an unknown, optimistic opportunity. And the song goes on.
Free. Only want to be free. We huddle close. Hang onto a dream.
At this point I am full on ugly crying with red rimmed eyes, sniffling, trying to see because I'm driving around a bend, and I'm coming up to the parking lot a red rimmed, sniffling mess. Deep breaths. Composure. Skip Heartlight today and for all eternity. Head into work. Tell me it's not just me? If you say I'm hormonal I will deck you. Deal or No Deal?Deal breaker is, 'no sense of humour!'I will put up with a lot of stupid shit but thats a hard limit for me lol! This profile is written wiith some tongue in cheek humour, as we spell it in the former UK. Readers need to 'get it' and take that onboard. Put another way Good Sense Of Humour (GSOH) is required to have dealings with me. And as it says on my FL profile, "Please note: taking the piss is only enacted in the context of consensual humiliation, degradation and taking the piss play, I hope that's clear!" Now read on lol..☠️☠️☠️
I read this profile today and think its nearly perfect"
Hello slaves and Masters. Dom is looking for slave who knows that he/she was born to serve. Im looking for slave bois for permanent ownership. I will break you down. I will show you that your place in life is to serve and please me. I will degrade and discipline you. I wont stop until you truly believe you are shit and that you were destined to be mine. I will make you an my own personal property. Im looking for a live in , cleaning ,sex slave, dinner makeing, foot stool, urinal, cumdumpster, whipping post, slave Im looking to humiliate abuse, degrade slaveboy for my pleasure. Only interested in smooth, submissive, straight acting, slim bois who know that they are made to suffer, serve, obey, please, and commit accept any order from their Master. Absolutely every decision will be taken by Me, what the slave eats, drinks, when, where and how long it sleeps, what to wear should outside activity be granted, no social contact to others. I also do online training so slaves welcome.
Im also looking for disabled slaves and Masters, sissies
My rules are:
The proper way of things.
i.e the way it will be
As My slave you have no rights; in fact you have nothing at all.
You will take your place in fully recognizing the truth of My Supremacy, My Superiority and your own lowly status.
You will obey My commands eagerly to the letter without questioning any of them and you will accept My authority and judgment of your servitude. My word is law and My whip is the implement of its enforcement.
You will spend all your waking hours learning to exist exclusively for My pleasure, comfort, and glory and that of all masters .
You will not allow your mind to wander even for a moment from Me and when it is not occupied in My service you will remember that all you do is at My whim and command. Even the basic privileges for you to eat and sleep, are mine to command.
Do not expect to be cared for in the normally accepted meaning. In My world you will be valued for what you are (a slave) provided your servitude is acceptable. Understand that it will never be perfect in My eyes. You are considered nothing more than an object of My property. You will never forget that you, as a slave, are merely My plaything, a work horse and toy existing only for My service, amusement and pleasure. In your role as My slave I need merely to look after your welfare. You will be kept fit for purpose.
From this moment you will be known as “slave”. If there are, at any times, more than one slave present you will be known as “slave S” or simply “S”.
All of the following rules which are for guidance in your servitude to your superior will apply from henceforth. I will expect absolute adherence to these rules in every detail.
Any failure on your part to follow the rules in every detail will result in punishment administered spontaneously or extended over a period of time determined by me.
Slave Rules
applicable to S, slave of
master
RULE 1
I make the rules and can change them and add to them at any time
RULE 2
slave has no entitlement to discuss the rules or question them in any way.
Appearance
RULE 3
Nakedness for a slave is an overt sign that the slave owns nothing. slave will therefore never be permitted clothes in the house unless there are visitors who are unaware of its status and may be embarrassed.
RULE 4
If we have been away from the home, on return slave will, after any other routine duties, immediately remove its clothes and kneel at my feet to await instructions.
RULE 5
The following (highlighted in red) will be worn at ALL times with the single exception of when passing through airport metal detection equipment.
a stainless steel collar. This will be permanently locked in place.
A thick stainless steel ring around the base of its cock and balls.
a stainless steel chastity device, 24/7/365. This will be locked in place.
stainless steel wrist and ankle cuffs..
Rings piercing Its nipples and penis head.
A chain between its nipple rings.
A heavy steel cock ring-butt plug combination, locked behind its chastity cage.
(This will be worn for periods of up to 12 hours for anal training).
slave will be branded with My initial, such branding to be repeated yearly on its birthday.
slave will have its international slave registry number tattooed at the back of its neck and on its buttocks.
RULE 6
slave will shower, shave its face, head, under arms and pubic area first thing daily.
RULE 7
slave will keep its whole body free from hair using an electric epilator.
BASIC RULES OF RESPECT
RULE 8
slave will treat all masters as its superiors.
RULE 9
slave will address Me as ‘Master’ and all other masters as ’Sir’.
RULE 10
In the presence of masters slave will be on its knees unless carrying something or performing a task which requires it to stand.
RULE 11
slave’s eyes will be always lowered so that it looks only at its superiors’ feet.
RULE 12
slave will remain silent unless spoken to.
RULE 13
slave will never turn its back on a master.
RULE 14
If slave meets a master anywhere in the house whilst carrying out its duties it will immediately kneel, nose on the floor, until He has passed and is out of sight.
RULE 15
If I or any master enters the space where slave is working it will remain kneeling, position 2 until it is ordered to resume its work or carry out some other command or until I leave.
RULE 16
slave will accord all masters the same respect as it accords Me
RULE 17
slave will obey all commands from masters as if directed by Me
RULE 18
slave will beg permission to do anything that is not a direct order from me.
RULE 19
slave will Literally every time I answer an email that doesn't meet the criteria in my profile, every time, I regret it. It doesn't matter if I am being kind, cruel, polite, rude, helpful or pedantic.
If they couldn't read the profile and write three sentences the first email, they won't go back and figure it out later. Within three messages I am faced with literally nothing to work with to write a response. I have thoroughly wasted my time and am faced with the same decision I should have made with the first email - block, delete, and go on with my day. Except now I am irritated with myself for making the exception and being proven wrong for giving them a chance. I am an experienced master with many years in the lifestyle. I have led a poly house in the past and i have had several slaves. What i seek now is both ambitious and challenging. For me as well as for you. I wish to build the family I no longer have. I desire to build it around the BDSM lifestyle that I have chosen to live.
I have a small ranch in west Texas. It is a labor of love and endurance. I seek those that desire to part of something larger than themselves. Greater than any one person, even myself. While at the same time meeting the needs of Master/slave relationships. It can be both long or short term engagements. Although I prefer long term and those that would desire to wear my brand. Gender and orientation is immaterial. I desire slaves, males and females for manual labor and maintenance. I seek domestic service slaves for care and upkeep of the households. I seek service slaves for the care and upkeep of the workers. I desire business minded professionals to develop the ranch to be profitable, and working slaves (even if outside the ranch) to contribute to that profitability and sustainability. Singles and couples, a place can be found for you. Whether a short term, learning and training opportunity or forever home. Abilities and skills determined. Used and useful. This is not about free labor, free sex or free anything. It is having a place, a home, acceptance and being needed. The brand is not something you earn. It is something that is to be lived up to every day. It is second chances. It is defiance of norms. It is surviving the coming storms.
Chains and cages? Of course! Not just physical ones, but on your mind and heart as well. Whips and canes? Lol. Try me and find out. All i ask is that you look inside yourself. It is not about whether you think you are worthy or capable. You do not get to make that determination. That is always for others to determine. Even as a Master has to prove they are capable of leading and being looked up to, worthy of submission, obedience and reverence.
I would love your feed back and constructive criticism is welcome. Help me determine what this should look like to be successful and sustainable. Bound by Control: A Lesson In Surrender.
Full story can be found on :https://www.thefetlibrary.com/story/1ead86ef-90ee-4925-b04d-93156fff8932
He woke up with a jolt, his body aching from the previous night's activities. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized he was alone in the room. Chrissie was nowhere to be seen. Panic surged through him as he tried to move, only to find his ankles still tied and something else. An unfamiliar weight on his cock. He pulled the thin sheet off and looked in horror. There was cock cage firmly in place
His heart raced as he scanned the room, his gaze landing on a note resting on the nightstand. With trembling hands, he reached for it, his eyes quickly scanning the contents:
"It won't come off without damage to your balls. I'll be in touch."
His breath hitched, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through him. Chrissie's words echoed in his mind, a reminder of her absolute control. He was at her mercy, completely dependent on her for release and relief.
He tested the cock cage, the cold metal pressing against his skin. The note was clear: it wasn't going anywhere, and he couldn't remove the cage without risking serious harm.
Waitress the Musical is in theaters for a few days, in case you were not aware. I saw it twice. I have been listening to the soundtrack for quite some time so while I'm familiar with the music and the story, it was nice to put it all together. It gave it more meaning, and definitely endeared several songs and characters that I had quickly dismissed prior. I highly recommend it if you have time tomorrow. Last day.
There is this one character, Dawn. She works at the diner and is quite quirky and loveable. She has a song that is entertaining, and in my opinion, extremely heartbreaking. There are two lines that hit me:
What if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it? What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it? What happens then?What if when he knows me, he's only disappointed? What if I give myself away only to get it given back? I couldn't live with that.
I feel that so much. That feeling of not being sure, thinking I'm not enough. That I'm not worth the effort. It's something that resurfaces in rocky relationship times. And sometimes for no reason at all. To drown it out I need to be loved out loud. Consistently. To quote another song, this one sung by Dawn's also quirky beau:
I love you like a table. Cover me in stuff and I will hold it up, strong and stable. I love you like a table.
I'm a lot of work. I know this. I also know that somebody out there won't mind. In an effort to keep this journal better updated...
To me..I feel the "perfect" Domme has to be in that age bracket of 35+.
It's about experience, EDUCATION, and an ability to know what it takes. The proper research, having a real world lifestyle in place. Being somewhat SETTLED in with a life and career.
Now..the PERFECT age range for how my minf works? 50+. That is where I find my goosebumps get the biggest when I see a profile view, or message.
GOOSEBUMPS. 11/27/25 - updated 12/2/25*
I'm at a turning point. I'll be focusing on things and people IRL. If you're near Denver and want to meet up at an event, drop me a line. I don't get message notifications here on CS, so FetLife may be your best bet. I hope you have an enjoyable and safe holiday season! Blue (=
*I was away from CS for a while due to an illness. The cause remains unknown, however the effects were evident... The left hemisphere of my head went numb for almost two weeks, and I completely lost hearing in my left ear. I had balance issues, trouble focusing, and since the ear and sinus infection spread to my eye, I had pinkeye. It was frustrating to be unable to attend events at the Dungeon, including the party I'd spent over a year planning. Most of my hearing returned, though I gave some permanent damage on the left side. I'm wondering if there may have been some effect on my mental health while the side of my head was numb... I'm doing OK for the most part, just facing some issues that I haven't experienced in years. I'll be fine, I know. As always, I try to keep a positive attitude. Unfortunately I didn't get much accomplished during the month or so I was ill, which is one big reason I'm focusing on people and events locally. I'm still looking for a sub/slave, though, so I won't be gone for good. 😉 I traveled and saw a Dom over the weekend. He has a list of other sub boys he sees and something I always thought was hot was being lined up along other naked boys
. It was just me though and while he made me feel good about being a cocksucker it also felt a little lacking. There wasn't any discipline. I kind of wish I felt a little more under a thumb. A little more on a leash and restricted.
It's been a long time since I had been fucked, but being felt like a toy for someones pleasure was nice
Morning all -- we are entering a interesting time of the year - let's see who's up to the chellenge
Pegtember
Pegtember is the month of September when those lucky enough get to participate in pegging. Whether that is receiving or giving, rejoice- its Pegtember
Locktober
When typically men put on chastity cages on for the entire month of October.
No Nut November aka #NNN
No Nut November (NNN) is an annual online challenge where submissive / slaves try to abstain from masturbation and orgasm for the entire month of November.
Denial December aka #Dencember
Denial December is a monthly challenge in the spirit of Pegtember, Locktober, and No Nut November. During the month of December, each day you must edge to the brink of orgasm in the amount of days that have passed in December (15 orgasms on December 15, 16 on Dec. 16, etc.). If you cum during the month, you fail the challenge. YOU MUST DENY YOURSELF ORGASM FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH TO SUCCEED. Good luck, have fun
A day in service
I rise at dawn, my body sore,
To chores and tasks, and much, much more.
The floor I scrub, the dust I chase,
A flick of the wrist, a stern command sets the pace.
Her coffee brewed, just so, just right,
I dare not fail, in morning's light.
Her silk robe flows, a queenly sight,
I bow my head, avoid her light.
The day is long, a string of tests,
To prove my worth, to quell her jests.
A word of praise, a precious prize,
Reflected in her knowing eyes.
The afternoon, a humbler task,
Her boots to clean, that's all I ask.
To kneel and wipe, to polish well,
The story that my movements tell.
The sun descends, the day is done,
The final test has now begun.
She summons me with one sharp look,
My place is found, my writing's in a book.
Her throne awaits, a velvet chair,
I crawl toward her, breathless, aware.
The day's devotion finds its end,
My goddess, whom I can't transcend.
Her sacred space, my final quest,
My weary head upon her breast.
My tongue performs the rite so true,
My world is her, in every hue. Funny how you can talk to someone for weeks, things seem to be going great, you plan on meeting, make hotel reservation, then POOF, their gone, account deleted, not answer any outside messages, just gone. Then a couple of days later they start a new profile and act like you don't exist. Think people would have the common curtesy to tell you that there not looking for real life. A few days ago I scheduled a coffee date with someone on a different kinky site. I'd accidentally sent him a "wink" when my finger slipped on his profile, which was unfortunate as he also identifies as a dominant. However, he DMed me about having submissive tendencies that he didn't mention on his profile (nothing on there about being a switch). We chatted off and on for a few days and then decided to schedule a coffee date.
He's in another city, but close enough that I wasn't too worried about his commute. He was way younger than what I was looking for, but he assured me that he wasn't worried about the age discrepancy. He wasn't commercially attractive, so I wasn't completely suspicious of his motives, but he was quite vague in direct messaging about what he was hoping for.
Having bussed over, I got there early enough to get a to-go tea and grab a table. We'd talked about getting warm beverages and going for a walk while we chatted, weather permitting. I played Pokémon Go as I waited, having multiple tasks and projects to address in the game as apparently beating Team Rocket Go Boss Giovanni wasn't enough for one day.
I experimented with ways to look up when someone came in without looking expectant. He and I had traded photos, so we pretty much knew what each other looked like. I committed to staying at least 15 minutes after our official meeting time as getting parking in that neighborhood could be tricky. We hadn't swapped phone numbers, so I checked the site periodically to see if he'd contacted me: nothing.
A PoGo raid started at 3:15pm on the dot, so I left closer to 3:25pm ... just after he sent several messages to me over the kink site about his truck giving up the ghost to the tune of $4,000 and him being so worried about it all.
Uh-huh.
It's possible that he was telling the truth and that this wasn't some really, really bad attempt at a scam. But then I remembered his reported age, the vagueness about what he was hoping for, the secret reveal that he was interested in finding a domme; and I think that maybe I dodged a bullet.
Mollena Williams-Haas once talked about gameifying putting oneself out there by awarding oneself points to being brave enough to try, pulling together the energy to be bothered, presenting oneself attractively, and - in this case - even bothering to show up. So, hey - I have more points!
And that tea was quite lovely. Thoughts...
If you read my profile, you konw I'm evolving. Pamela calls and I listen and become. The question is, how far I will go. Today, I went shopping online for more clothing and toys. I wonder what wearing these things and submitting to these toys will do.
Previously, the intent of the dressing and toys was to see if I could put Pamela away. Obviously, that didn't happen. Will this next round make Pamela emerge even more?
I'm looking for guides - dominants that are interested in taking a fledgling submissive farther, gently coaxing her out, pushing those imaginary boundaries that I have yet to reach. I imagine I will be a horrible submissive, real life gets in the way as does my personality.
Still, if you are interessted in experimenting with me - drop me a note.
Pamela I had someone message me about their interest at 5:50PM. After I wrote a response and pressed SEND 40 minutes later at 6:30PM, I found out he had blocked me.
If you list yourself as a submissive and you do this to a Domme, I think you probably have more control issues than a room of Dominants.
Just because someone shows as being online here, it doesn't mean that full attention is on this website. As a matter of fact, there are times when I just do not log out.
So many subs claim that they have been looking for Domme a long time. If that is true, can't you wait another few hours...a few days???
If your feelings get hurt so easily that you need to block someone for not responding on YOUR timeline, perhaps you need to rethink about how this is working for you. I've been on and off this site for a long time, and last time I tried, getting a profile write-up changed - was impossible.
Rather than go through that process, I'm writing a Journal Entry. I've attempted a couple of relationships the past five years and I have to say that I'm exhausted by emotionally unavailable Doms who only want to play on the internet.
If that's all you want, I'm not interested.
Yes, I can relocate. That part of my life has changed.No, I'm not going to redo my entire profile write-up. If you want to know about me, ask. I need someone in my life who is a good communicator and this is a great place to let me know you are willing to fill that need.
As of 2026-03-13 I am 65 years old. I'm in pretty good shape for my age and I have some arthritis issues that can be worked around.That's what I have for today. Who are you?
J
== Results from bdsmtest.org == 100% Degradee 100% Boy/Girl 100% Pet 94% Ageplayer 94% Submissive 93% Switch 90% Voyeur 90% Degrader 88% Slave 88% Primal (Prey) 88% Experimentalist 79% Rope bunny 77% Owner 67% Exhibitionist 55% Dominant 54% Primal (Hunter) 51% Daddy/Mommy 42% Rigger 42% Master/Mistress 30% Masochist 28% Sadist 24% Brat tamer 20% Vanilla 16% Non-monogamist 15% Brat http://bdsmtest.org/r/r7tWks6F The amount of people submitting payment requests for preorders on FYF is comical. ROFL Just to be sure, Ive been sending out the necessary releases to My people enmasse so they can be prepared for all possibilities. Honestly, ya'll have Me laughing-snorting with how serious you take Me. Its inspiring and hilarious.
Onward and upward.
Applying to Me is not a walk in the park. You have to jump through the hoops I set for you and you may never understand why I do what I door how I do or when I do. This part is not about you getting it...it is about Me getting what I want in order to assess your ability to serve Me and Mine for life.
Think rabbit hole, think nude, think entirely enslaved. Then you might come close to what I am thinking and what I am looking for.
Be sane, be real, be someone who can share in a telephone conversation, be someone who can move between worlds - or decidely be an object in My menagerie - still sane & real. COFFEE AND ME
I awaken to your gentle licks upon my labia what a way to start your day!!!!
You assist me with my toileting needs.......you dressed me and then you take me to the kitchen..... you bring me my cup of coffee and a slice of raisin toast..... you get in position on all fours so I can put my feet up while I browse the net and enjoy my coffee and toast.
I enjoy rubbing my feet on your naked body, my feet across your balls and your lil pussy cock. You are very easily stimulated with my every touch. I do enjoy arousing you💦💦💦💦💦! I rub my foot under your belly and to the Head of your cock you are dripping my pet👅
I command you to turn over on your back...... lying flat as I drip some butter near your navel.....I rub it through your thin hairy patch with my toes and then down to your cock with a nice even spread
You like that don't you my pet....... I think to myself will I allow you to cum today....... spreading the butter of your dick and feeling it throb and get harder with my every touch makes me very moist......... I outline your lips with my big toe and then tell you to lick it........ I lean over taking the spoon from my coffee and rub it on your balls and I notice your cock is so hard for me but I need you to relax so I give your balls a nice little slap with the spoon.......... you let out a moan. I run the spoon up your shaft to the head of your cock moving it slowly in a circular motion then back down the shaft to your balls with another 4 slaps I then lean back and relax and allow you to lick all the butter off my foot........ my nipples are very hard and I can't resist caressing them as you clean all the butter off my foot like a good pet......... your tongue sliding through each of my toes making my nipples hard..... I'm rubbing them and and my pussy is so moist and throbbing........ I take my cup of coffee and drip a little bit of the warm tasty liquid on my nipples.......slowly I lick my hard nipples! Gently pinching and pulling them. I bring my nipple to my mouth and slowly suck off the sticky sweet warm coffee........Oh yes my pussy is throbbing and I know I'm about to cum........you sucking my toes and rubbing my foot like a good little pet....... make me explode my pet...........WOW
I am a consistent creative relentless Disciplinarian
knowing through long personal experience that
a well spanked
whipped
strapped
belted
humiliated
paddled
woman
whether
submissive or slave
gives her very best
of whatever is wanted from her
whenever its wanted
I love
her tears
and sobs
her semi-hysterical begging
and pleading for mercy
these are all mine
to bring about
and enjoy
as I get
her most humble
her most slavish
Obedience
for the things
I will make her do
the things
that deeply please me
and just as deeply
humiliate her
McB
Just bought some new sexy underwear.
a willing mouth and ass that should do the trick lol xx suzy xx
Denn meine Liebe ist Gift für dich
Heilung gibt es leider nicht
Meine Liebe und du zerbrichst
Meine Liebe ist Gift
Meine Liebe ist Gift 8/22/23
Didn't know could post again...my my....my writing is elsewhere all of it but feeling shy here....i will have to pick a poem.
The choice was random.
It is heavy, this life:
A mountain
Won't move.
The sun burns.
Carrion feeds
Vulture needs.
Somehow we go:
Wings grow,
Living show
Of how we know
What we sow.
Waves come crashing:
Moon shadow
Pulls and pushes,
Half or full,
The tide hits
Ebb or flow,
Force let's go...
We stand
Together
And alone,
We stand
As One
And two,
We stand
Because
We can...
We stand
On land
Even though
Life hits hard,
We stand...we stand...
We stand,
A Muse,
And a Bard,
We stand,
Unable
To sink
In this crisis
Of quicksand.
August 2023
zamarra
NO NEED TO ANSWER LAST JOURNAL ENTRY. I FOUND WHOM I WAS TO MEET.
HAVE A GREAT NIGHT.
MISTRESS CATSTAR... So, I am getting a lot of the same questions repeatedly… let me address some of them here. Let me start with a statement that will be an umbrella over many of these questions. As stated in my profile, we gave up porn. His struggle was giving up visual porn, mine was written porn. I can see even now, in these questions, verses our life, how important it was that I gave up the written porn. Our life, our play, or intimacy, was not defined by the world of BDSM labels. It was organic. There were no contracts, no plans, no agreements. There was rarely any direction given, except in the moment, as needed for the moment. Now I will try to explain further in answering some questions Q. Was my husband my “Master” “Dominate” “Sir”etc. A. My husband was my husband. Most of the time I called him hun, sweetheart, darling. If I know I had been sassy and pushed him too far and was getting myself into trouble, I might slip into a Sir to try to bail myself out, to try to show respect. If he was giving me a direction during a punishment I might respond with a Yes Sir. I was not necessarily instructed to do this, it happened organically. I was raised in a home where Ma’am and Sir is a way you show respect. Even teaching Sunday school I will refer to a kid as Sir when I want to get their attention, it is a common phrase in my vocabulary, and thus a natural one for me to use when it seemed appropriate with my husband. Did I wander around the house asking “Sir” what he wanted for breakfast in front of our son… No. absolutely not. Unless I was being totally sarcastic and playing around. In which case, I was probably talking to our kid lol.
Q. Was my marriage a “1950’s”, “1960’s”, “Taken in Hand”, “Domestic Discipline” again with the BDSM community labels… A. Nope. I would not call my marriage any of these. Taken in Hand and Domestic Discipline in BDSM terms tend to imply something far more formal than what we had, and sometimes even imply religious cause, which as I have stated was absolutely not the case. As far as Period “play”, this would probably imply I was also some awesome house keeper, cook, etc. Some sort of naked kinky June Cleaver comes to mind, in nothing but my apron, dusting the house and making meals while caring for the kids. Again, nope. Our son has behavioral heath special needs and it took all I had to not lose my mind trying to deal with his needs, we went through a remodel, moved 3 times, my husband was often in and out of hospitals, even before he got really sick, as such, my house keeping was minimal quite often, meals were what we could manage in an active remodel. My husband often helped with domestic chores such as cooking, cleaning, laundry, when I eventually went back to work after our son was an adult and out of the home. Q. So, what are some examples of how our relationship remained within the faith, but we still enjoyed each other in this way? A. An example my husband sometimes gave when trying to explain it to someone was the example of a washing machine. We need a new washing machine. I do most of the laundry. He doesn’t care if the machine is front loading or top loading, that is a preference I would care about. His concern is cost. He gives me a budget to work within. I then do research on washers. I find a few models I like and come back and discuss the pro’s and con’s with him. Of course, they should have probably all been within the budget he allowed, but knowing me, I probably slipped one in that was bit over… After all, he can always just say no. I will probably sell him on it though lol. He adored me and spoiled me like that. He always tried to give me anything I wanted if he could. So, I then make the arrangements to buy the washer and have it delivered and installed. So, as you see, it was a team effort. However, the budget we were working with was up to him. Honestly, could I have responsibly managed to buy a washer within budget without him, sure. I hate to spend money like that though and probably would have allowed myself half the budget and gotten junk to be honest. He helped to balance me like that. Q. So, this next question has come in a number of different forms, but at the end of the day, everyone is curious about the number one thing around this site. Was I given correction for things, what form did that come in, and how did I feel about it? A. As I don’t read porn, I am certainly not about to sit here and write it for you. The details of this is a conversation for after we get to know each other much better. In short, yes, there absolutely was correction. He was a very heavy handed man to be honest. How did I feel about it? Straight up, I am not a fan of pain in the moment. I am not a “pain slut” you will never hear me scream out “thank you sir may I have another” lol. I would do just about anything to avoid pain. That being said, no physical restraints were ever needed. I did as was told, took what I had coming when I had it coming. No, I found zero pleasure in the moment.
Ode to Her First Locking
Her fingers, steady, hold the gleaming steel,
A promise whispered, made to feel so real.
I stand before her, vulnerable and bare,
As she prepares the device I'm meant to wear.
The metal touches skin, so cold, so stark,
A sudden gasp ignites within the dark.
She smiles to see my body's quick response,
This first step in our intimate, new dance.
Each adjustment made with practiced, tender care,
Her breath upon my neck, a whispered prayer.
The cage slides into place, a perfect fit,
As I surrender all control to it.
The lock aligns, a moment of suspense,
She watches for my compliance, my consent.
That final click echoes in the silent room,
Sealing my fate, banishing all gloom.
Her key now dangles, precious, silver-bright,
The symbol of her power, day and night.
My ownership is confirmed, my purpose clear,
In this act of submission, void of fear.
My body now belongs to her alone,
This cage of steel a comfort, not a groan.
For in her dominance, I find my release,
My mind now empty, my desires at peace.
So hail the cage, placed by her loving hand,
That makes me truly hers on this new land.
For in her control, I'm finally free,
To be the man I'm meant to be, with thee.
Trust is when a person puts their physical, mental and emotional well being in your hands. Treasure that trust.
Embracing My Feminine Submission 🌸✨
Today, I find myself reflecting deeply on my journey of submission, a path sprinkled with the soft petals of my femininity and the resonating echo of my girlish heart. There's an undeniable intertwining of these identities, each one validating and magnifying the other, creating a tapestry of self that I continue to weave with delicate, yet eager hands. 🎀. OMG, Total introspection! Like, deep-diving into my submissive heart and its BFF relationship with all things girly and femme. It’s crazy how these parts of me just click together. It’s as if the universe went, “Hey girl, here’s some sparkle for your soul,” and BAM, I’m living my authentic self. 💁✨
Being submissive isn't just a role I've adopted; it's a celebration of my most authentic self, where my natural inclinations to yield and please are not just accepted but revered. It's in this sacred space that my girlishness - the sweet, effervescent joy I find in the simplest things, and my feminine essence - the flowing well of nurturing, intuitive emotion, come together in a beautiful, symbiotic dance. 💃❤️.
It is like...my heart’s home. It’s where my love for pleasing isn’t just okay; it’s adored. And this space? It’s where my inner girl - all giggles, twirls, and happy tears - gets to hang out with my woman-self. They chat, they laugh, they cry, they share skincare tips (lol), and together, they’re just me. 💕👛
Now, let’s talk fashion, because honey, my subby side loves to dress up. It’s like every outfit is a secret message, all “this is me, this is real.” The fabrics kiss my skin, the swish of a skirt, the jingle of my bangles - girl, it’s all part of the symphony, you know? 🎵👠
I dress myself in the aesthetics of my submission, each garment a symbol of soft surrender. The silk feels like whispers against my skin, the colors, pastel or vibrant, mirror my mood, and the act of choosing what to wear is less about fabric and more about wrapping myself in a visible representation of my identity. The bangles on my wrists sing with every movement, a gentle, constant reminder of the delicate strength I carry within. 💅👗
But real talk, submission isn’t just a look. It’s like...a heart agreement. It’s built on mega trust and this super special respect-package. It’s not a solo gig, either. It takes two to tango, and when His strong, guiding hand finds mine? Magic. It’s like I’m free in a way only us in the know get. 🙈💫. it goes beyond the tangible. My submission is painted in the strokes of trust, painted with the brush dipped in the hues of reverence and devotion. It's an artwork that requires two, though - one to surrender and one to accept the offering. It's a mutual dance, and when guided by a firm, loving lead, I find the purest freedom, a paradox that only those in this intricate dynamic can truly understand. 🌹🔐
In my day-to-day, whether I'm tending to my tasks, engaging with others, or lost in quiet moments of reflection, my submission hums softly in the background, a soundtrack only I can hear. It's in the way I craft my space, a blend of comfort, beauty, and order. It's in the way I express my care for those around me, a pour from the pitcher of my heart. And it's most loud and clear in the stillness of the night, when I journal my thoughts and experiences, each word a thread in the tapestry of my submissive journey. 🌙✍️
The resilience of my journey isn't lost on me. There's a profound strength in vulnerability, a courage in femininity that the world often overlooks. As I continue this journey, I do so with an open heart, celebrating the girly joy, the sensual submission, and the intricate femininity that makes me whole. Here's to the paths we walk, the roles we cherish, and the selves we continue to discover. 🥂💕
stranger things
I am absolutely, undeniably always attracted to the most random male attributes!. My body betrays any hint of ladylike grace and elegance when these are near: some seem reasonable; denote strength, virility, ability to provide & protect, etc.
-Infuriatingly, my train of thought derails immediately when a Tall Gentleman with a Commanding presence… presents.
-Still waters run deep. a thoughtful Man that makes the most of His words.. Oh good gracious, words escape me!
-Large hands make my mouth water. Really. It’s a bit embarrassing actually. And for heavens sake, do Not point at me! My jaw drops.
-Just don’t even get me started on a deep voicebc…. Well…. I’m a complete loss! Like a deer in headlights. And be still my heart if there’s the slightest hint of an accent?!😳. I just… oh dear
These are characteristics of many a successful, beloved Leader! Totally ‘understandable’ right?
But there are subtle nuances that make me especially attentive and forget what I was saying!
-Like laugh lines. When a Huge Man is most comfortable with a Genuine Smile and wit, isn’t afraid to laugh loudly! I get this dorky smirk and stare unabashedly.
-If He actually ‘gets’ my random 90s geekdom movie quotes or music lyrics. I’m a goner. Princess Bride, Anamaniacs, Star Trek/Wars….
-when He Leads, Protaspects, Nurtures by nature a friend, employee, child, pet, good grief! I just want to cuddle in like a tiny, lost bunny and nuzzle!
-His preference is to connect and hold eye contact, with engaging conversation…. i can’t even. Just here, Take my Soul!
-cargo pants. What’s with this one? As if he is ‘prepared’ at all times with some random macguyvery multi-tool to save the day?! Swoon. (Utterly Humiliating!)
-random facts and extrapolation that we can mull and discuss, I love to learn from Him!. I don’t know how I made it through academia without becoming a literal teacher’s pet?!
-mechanically inclined- if He can fix things instead of treating every dang thing in life as disposable….Maybe there’s hope???
Stranger things have happened!
(copied from my journal!)
Seeking a trustworthy slave/submissive, preferably masochist, in or around Celina Ohio, interested in service involving care of my cats while I'm frequently away from home. Would have to be able to provide photos and videos of my cats since I will miss them so very much. On average once a week for my cats and then as our schedules allow for other bdsm activities together. Feeling Grateful! A few days ago I was in a major accident, hitting a deer while I as going 75mph down a highway. I saw one deer cause another car to swerve and that deer made its way without incident, but I knew that meant there could be more. Before I knew it, there was a deer immediately in front of me and there was nothing to do but allow the inevitable. The sound was awful, the hood flew up and I got the car to the side of the road without further incident. Not quite 48 hours has passed yet, and I am grateful no injuries have surfaced beyond very minor bruises.
The next day, I learned from the wrecker driver what normally results from similar crashes. That choked me up and caused tears to start to flow. Yes, my car, which was not going to last much longer anyway, is done, but I am fine. I consider Myself lucky, blessed and My response is gratitude.
I know, not a "site" topic, but I am sharing it anyway. As far back as I can remember, I've had a compulsion to be with alpha males. Even as young as 6 or 7, I remember fantasizing what it would be like to be kidnapped by men, tied up and taken away. I suppose that says something about my early childhood, but what difference does that make now. And it wasn't that I hated my family. I just wanted to be the property of a strong older man.
Somewhere around that time I began trying self bondage. I would take my mother's supply of ace bandages, go up into the hot, humid attic and tie myself as best I could and fantasize about being some man's captive. Occasionally I would hear “what are you doing up there” and I'd have to spit the sock out of my mouth and come up with some passable answer. I don't remember ever getting caught but there were many near-misses.
We lived directly across from a factory where my father worked and from my bedroom I could watch all these macho blue collar workers file in clean and then file out sweaty and dirty. I was always mesmerized, especially when they were sweaty and dirty.
I'm rusty these days and not as agile as I used to be, but serious bondage was always one of my favorite fetishes. People would ask why and I would always say “there's freedom in bondage.” Freedom to go within and see what you can take and how much deeper you can go in your submission. And then there's the freedom of letting someone I trust take control of me and make my decisions for me.
I've always been hard-wired to be submissive to superior men. It's my nature. To be in the service of men is still the driving force in my life.
If you're reading this far and find yourself interested, I appreciate that deeply but I'm not available at the moment. I'm caring for an 80+ year-old Dom that I've known forever. I'm not even in the US. I park myself in Nevada on this site because there are very few people who understand my needs where I am.
I've been on this site for almost 10 years. First journal entry because I'm bored and a bit lonesome at times. I still feel the need to be owned and probably always will. I'll just have to be patient like a good sub.
Ok ok ok.
I don't want to be online for any more time than is necessary. I've decided there will be no nursing home and so I ramp up My efforts to find the right mix for a live in. Let's get the communication right. I need to speak to you at a time which is convenient for Me. I will make some consessions, but if YOU CANNOT BE ACCOMODATING TO MY SCHEDULE than we are not going to go far and you are wasting My time for engaging someone who wants to make the time to get things moving! I need. Please do us both a favor and only contact Me if you are READY WILLING AND ABLE.
My suggestion out of the gate is we take this relationship association on for a set period of time. Give matters a chance to work out and work up.
I am not a menu providing dominant woman nor am I able to allow someone to control any aspect of Me outside of our engagement with one another. I've come too far to be handing over any reigns to any untried handler and after all, I am responsible, legally, for a life. So until you demonstrate who you are and I come to trust you, I will be running My own show all on My own. Phallic Masturbation (Solo)
Much of Phallic worship in the West begins with mansturbation and the misunderstanding of it at best. Males are made to view their phallus as a source of pride and also shame. Males are made to hide under the pretense of modesty that which nature adorned him with to be the glory of the world. Excitement by itself has been viewed with contempt, disgust, and rejection albeit in public. Nature is full of the glory of phallus and it is the male prerogative to show it in all species except Homo Sapiens. Western societies cannot find a clear cut (no puede n intended) view of the phallus since it admires it and fears it at the same time.
However, those of us who had the fortune of being initiated at an early age in the mysteries of maleness and how to achieve and give pleasure know better. The phallus gives pleasure indistinct of gender, but there is always a dominant preference. The giving and receiving of pleasure through and by the phallus is the aim of these thoughts.
When the phallus and the worshiper are giving ritual pleasure is a different scenario to when one is alone. With another male in this case the center is the phallus, its glory, its power to penetrate, expand, and pulsate with life inside the one receiving it. However what happens when we are alone? Are we lost since there is no one to direct our power and mystic union? Not at all. Ritual mansturbation is a beautiful event in and on itself.
The aim is not to ejaculate but to allow the phallus to grow and expand in your hands as you caress and anoints it with appropriate oils and substances that show you devotion. I prefer honey, sweet almond oil, and myrrh. Begin with the testicles, and feel their presence and see them as the repository of power and maleness. Feel each one as you use the oils to enhance the experience. Warming the oils make a more profound effect by allowing the aroma of the oils and your own male scent to rise to your nose. Intoxicate yourself with the aroma and know that it is the same aroma inhaled by those who worship your phallus. Own it, you are as distinct as any other male. As you enjoy your testes move to the shaft and do the same, let the oil, precum, your sweat and your scent intoxicate you. This is not the time for stroking is the time for touching and feeling as my dad taught me. Feel the veins, the skin (if you are uncut, do not retract yet) the shape and feel the unity of the testes and the phallus. Caress as you anoint, smell as you reach the tip and taste your hands; that is your scent signature. That signature is the one anyone who had you keeps in his brain and soul own and know that. Stop, rest, allow you phallus to relax and now begin to stroke with you least dominant hand (right if you are left,left if you are right.) Stroke the shaft, not the head or under it. Let you phallus grow to its full potential and now slowly if you choose you can ejaculate and get the full signature aroma of your phallus. You have reach your solo blis. How can this be wrong? A couple nights ago, a self-defined submissive made some generic comment in his email, but did call me Domina, so I responded.
A little earlier tonight, he wrote back to ask if I was looking for a slave.
Specifically, "slave."
I responded "Well, if you had actually read more than the first line, you would have found your answer before you asked"
To which he replied
"oh, read the profile syndrome that tells me everything I want to know not for me bye"
Do you see the problem here?
He didn't make any effort, while simultaneously offering himself as a "slave."
To a total stranger.
'Cause lawd knows, a slave ain't gonna be asked to do anything as outRAGEOUS as... READ.
This kind of obtuseness just blows my freakin mind every time.
I mean, the twit has exchanged less than a hundred words with me, is using not the mild mannered "submissive" or "sub" which is kind of like dating, if you think about words (and you sure as shit better be the kind that thinks about words if you are writing ME) but instead chose the serious and committed word "Slave" which is a lot more like suggesting marriage.
And obviously, he's heard this before, because he had a whole big feeling about it, and has pathologized it as something only demented women expect from a man who was already offering the pinnacle of servitude.
It's funny because it's so sad, and so common.
I had just never heard it put that way before.
Such over the top, blatant gaslighting.
'If you want this, you must be CRAZY!'
I mean, really who wants to actually KNOW someone they have given all power over their lives???
I guess I'm more tired than I thought, and a bit bummed over lack of snuggle time with DB on account of snow, but I didn't even bother replying to laugh at him.
Block, delete, on to the next.
Maybe I go watch TCM The Beginning again. (I fast forward through all the parts that Thomas isn't in. Much shorter movie, but I enjoy it a lot more.) pet store (3/3)
you smile again and wipe your wet fingers on my face. "first, take off your shirt and clean that mess you made."
i hesitate for a moment but pull my shirt over my head and start to lean down.
"on your knees, and i want that ass up. in fact," you pause dramatically, but i know that tone of voice and shiver. "put the shirt in your mouth, hands behind your back, and clean."
i don't hesitate this time, and i put the shirt in my mouth. i'm still holding my new collar in one hand, and reach my arms behind my back so i can grip it with both hands when i spread my legs and lean forward. half my focus is on cleaning my juices off the floor, and the rest is on making sure i'm displaying myself well enough for you. my clit is throbbing from the exposure, and all i can think about is how badly i need to please you.
when i finish cleaning to your satisfaction, you order me to stand, but you keep the shirt in my mouth and my hands behind my back. "now," you tell me, "you can either put your filthy shirt back on or i can use it to tie your arms behind your back and put those tits on display. you can choose."
i think for a moment then hand you my shirt and the collar, before turning and presenting my arms to be tied. you pull my arms back, thrusting my breasts out further, and tie them tightly.
you trace your fingers lightly up my arms and over my breasts, making me shiver as my nipples harden. you pull me back against you and kiss my throat, but your hands continue down my body and slip back under my skirt. one hand holds me still and the other goes right for my clit. you hold me against you, still pressing soft kisses to my throat as i come undone in your hands.
you stop before you can push me over the edge but keep holding me still while i suck your wet fingers clean. when my breathing starts to calm, you push me forward. "let's go, babe."
as we approach the register, the man working here looks me up and down and smiles. i stumble, having forgotten that we weren't alone, but you keep pushing me forward. we're not heading straight toward him though- with your hand twisted in my hair you steer me toward a display case full of different types of dog tags.
we stop in front of it and my eyes meet your reflection's in the back of the case. i don't need to see myself to know that my cheeks are flushed and my lip is swollen from biting it, but i look anyway. i barely recognize the slut i see looking back at me.
you bring out the collar we chose and now i can't take my eyes off your hands. i watch them open the collar and fit it around my throat, and when they close the collar i sigh, letting out a breath i hadn't even realized i was holding.
i'm staring at myself, transfixed, barely breathing, for a minute before my eyes meet yours again in the mirror. "thank you, sir."
you hold my gaze as you pinch my nipples and smirk at me. "we're not done yet, my slut." you keep playing with my nipples with one hand while the other drifts down and under my skirt again. "pick a tag," you tell me, and begin to finger me.
you're much rougher this time, bringing me to edge and barely letting me catch my breath before starting again. without my arms free to brace myself, i'm shaking just from trying to stay upright. the only thing keeping my knees locked in place is the knowledge that if i fall to the floor, you'll leave me there to writhe and beg.
i shake my head to try to clear some of the cobwebs and pick a dog tag, but before i can speak you stop playing with my breasts and slip your fingers in my mouth. i can see you laughing at me when i can't hold back the whine, but i quickly forget about the dog tag anyway. you do this a few more times, until my whines are turning to screams.
the next time you remove your fingers from my mouth to start the cycle again, i immediately shout, "the heart! the heart tag, please, please, the heart!"
you wipe both hands clean on my breasts, giving my nipples an extra tug when you do it. i don't remember it happening, but at some point in this you pulled them out of my bra so now they're fully on display. when you're done, you reach out to grab the tag, then push me toward the cashier.
i look down, not wanting to see what this man thinks of me right now, but you push me right up to the counter. "tell him what to engrave on the tag, baby."
i whimper but don't speak, and your hand comes down hard on my ass. "daddy's little slut," i say in a very small voice.
another slap. i say it again louder. another slap. louder, and with a please. another. another. another. you stop after i shout, "please, please engrave my dog tag to say daddy's little slut!"
you rub your hand over my sore ass then push me forward, until i'm bent over the counter with my legs spread.
"miss?" the clerk asks, causing me to instinctively look up at him. he grins. "can you spell that for me?"
each letter comes with another hard slap on my ass. after "daddy's" and "little" you finger me again roughly, bringing me to the edge. after the second edge, i brace myself for another slap, but it doesn't come. instead you grab me and turn me so i'm on my back and spread my legs wide.
"you can cum when you're finished, is that clear slut?"
i gulp. "yes sir."
your hand comes down hard on my oversensitive pussy. S. L. U. on the T, your slap lands directly on my clit and i scream as the orgasm overtakes me. Instead of updating the profile and having it be down for months, I am using the journal to note changes.
I have collared a slave and it is serving in My home 24/7/365
I continue to train and develop other slaves that need experience serving, learning protocols, developing pain tolerence or just want to provide pleasure to a Master
I am also looking for a second slave for a poly household. Mine is a Leather Family and I have many friends in the world Leather community. I have a process for evaluating a slave for ownership, if there is interest I can explain further.
The new Dungeon Barn has finally been built. This 3 level dungeon is an all season timber frame barn built on a stone foundation. The interior is being finished and then equipment installed. Completion scheduled for winter 2021.
Summer months We/we reside at our camp. Cothing optional, men only, with a complete dungeon there as well
So ive messaged a few peole on here also received messages but it's very hard work. All the dom guys on here are asking for subs well I'm sub totally compliant, love to serve, very few limits very loyal, love sex, make an effort in how I look and dress, willing to travel, have added pics on my profile and yet still I'm struggling for meets and geneuine people in the Uk.
willing to try things I've never done before, so is it worth staying on here ??? at here must be a genuine Dom/master who wants to meet someone like me ? Well here I am message me if your genuine because I am xxx Suzy xxx I consider Myself an Equalitarian: One who controls by teaching, mentoring, and leading.
If you genuinely want to become your best self; are willing and able to invest the time and do what's asked of you; then let Me know. Don't waste either of O/our time with games. I know it screams 80s, I know his hair! I know it's sappy as all get out...but, damn....Just remember this, nothing heals a broken heart like time, love, and tenderness.
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I have been asked to update my journal and my relationship status since its been a few years.
I am polyamorous. I believe in multiple loves, multiple relationships, communication, trust and respect for everyone involved. I currently have my own submissive whom I've been with for 10 years. He lives with me and does not expect to be included in my exploits.
I love being poly. I have so much of myself to give. I am looking for a Dom of my own.
If you have any questions and would like me answer them here in my journal please feel free to write me. I hardly ever use the journal or post but I have been through some personal stuff like most so 7 years ago I lost my Dad, then 4 years ago lost my only remaining grandparent and last month I lost my mum who was battling COP'd with only 20% lung capacity. So the past year was tough and now her and my Dad are back together. Sorry to those who don't believe it but I do and have peacefully thoughs from it.
I understand it's not kink but I wanted to air it, i now know I am not looking for one offs or one night stands as you don't get the most out of each other unless in a long term relationship to build together. What Reaction Did You Expect?
This is a post of STUPID conversation starters
1 Hello slave, are you seeking an experienced white Master to train you as his lil black slaveslut ? Message Master
2. Let me fuck you
3. Want to let 3 to 5 guy raw dog you
4. Come Be my cum slut
We are coming to a time where we will have to make the difficult choice of following Christ or taking the mark of the beast. The world is coming to a point where they will be proclaiming peace. However when that happens we should know Christ is coming quickly after. There can truly not be peace in a world where death and sickness reside. Truly choosing Christ is not easy work. It demands repentance and skill development, to live for Christ and not for the world. To honor Christ's high standards because they are good for you and those around you. Jesus is very compassionate and empathetic creating a loving space for you to grow and evolve. He is very patient too not expecting change or perfection overnight but over periods of time. He can handle your frustrations, your anger, and any questions you hold. He is a friend and teacher. He understands your path. Let Christ's word sharpen you. "And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another and all the more as you see the Day approaching." (Hebrews 10:24-25) Jesus is the way. As the world comes to its completion who will you choose? It's Jesus or the adversary. I pray you choose Jesus. Truly I tell you, "Eye has not seen, nor ear has heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God has prepared for them that love him." (1 Corinthians 2:9) It was a typical Saturday morning. The normal routine of getting showered clothed and ready for a morning date with “A” at the local coffee shop.
The brisk cooler weather was a welcoming site after the warmer summer we had.
The bustling streets seemed more packed than normal.
“A” smiled as we walked along the narrow streets and windows of the shops.
The vibrant colors of the latest fall fashions luring us into each store. Pretty tops and long flowing dresses and skirts.
“A” took my hand and with a big smile led me into the packed store. Making small talk as she danced around each display finger tips dancing across the fabric.
Making jokes and comments with her to pick all ready through the door.
“A” finally opened the door peer her head out and looking to the sides to make sure no one was watching.
This morning as I was taking My first piss of the day, I realized I had no slave's mouth to receive My golden nector. Seem like a shame to Me.
Certainly, one of any slave's many duties should be as a human urinal for any and all of its Betters.
There is something quite charming in the way a slave's eyes bulge as it tries to keep up with the golden stream. Especially, when the its lips form a seal around the Master's prick. I used really enjoy male chastity and all their torment.
Now I prefer no physical chastity and the man having self control over his penis. So I don't spend a ridiculous amount of energy talking about his penis (night wakes, chastity rubbing, when can he be free/locked blah blah blah) It stopped. Why? My choice as I am in control of ME.
Now it's about other things that are more interesting.
In this journal I said I am NOT into chastity then 5 guys on the trot offer their their.locked penis key to me. Silly boys didn't read the whole sentence=got blocked. Part 3
Yes , the brothers had one more surprise .
I thought I was going to be alone, suffering in silence , but that was not to happen, or at least not yet . the boys had one last act . They were never really mean to me and I always liked at everything they did or had me do as caring for me and showing me the c live and attention I did not get from other areas in my life . their final act was to make sure I continued as a pet , even though they were no longer in the picture . they had me meet them at the place in the forest that they usually took me to. I arrived and they told me that this would be the last time as I stripped and crawled to them . but thus time instead in binding me to a tree, they bound me to the log that functioned as a chair .after that they rolled my holes and deposited their seed as they had done so many times over the last several years. when they were done they both caressed me , before fastening a shiny red collar around my neck, a gag in my mouth and a hood over my head , and said good bye as I heard them walk away. then I was alone bound , naked save for the collar and hood , lost in my thoughts, I dozed off unaware of the passage of time , or of the foot steps that had done up the path. I awoke to the aroma of a hardwood fire. unable to see or speak, I listened intently to any sound. I could make out foot steps , two different ones . I felt a bit groggy and dozed of again . when bi woke the second time , I true to move , forgetting for a moment where I was and that I was bound . I heard an unfamiliar make voice say it's, awake . a female voice replied , I'll be ready in a few minutes wait . at this time I heard movement and could smell a perfume as the breeze came toward me . the male came over and removed the hood and as my eyes adjusted I saw him dressed in black leather pants, a chest harness and a cover snapped over his crotch. then I heard her for the first time , in a firm tone telling him to remove the gag from her , emphasize the word her. She walked over to me and stood in front of me , I had never seen a women dressed like this thigh high shiny black boots , a short leather skirt , corset top , and a ringed harness around her waist . I had seen her before , she was the girl from the next block . As she stood there, she told me that the brothers in an act v of compassion had arranged this for me. they wanted to make sure I continued on my journey , She sounded sweet and kind as she explained that to me and that the reason I was Groff is they had coated the gag with a pill to make me drowsyand relaxed as she wanted me to be relaxed for what was to come . after that she attached a chain to the collar around my neck and gave it a sharp tug. in a very commanding voice she told me the collar around my neck belonged to her, , the chain be longed to her and from now on I will belong to her and she expaspects obedience, and loyalty , and the brothers have given me to her to continue my training , and iv was now her part to use in anyway she saw fit. did I understand , she un buckled the gag and asked me again did I understand , I answered yes , and she yanked the chain savagely and held it tight pulling the collar around my neck right enough to stop me from breathing , just when I started stuffing to breathe she relaxed , and a I was gaping for air she sits you first lesson , you shall refer to me as Ma'am, when we are in public , and Godess when we are not . so let's they that question again Do you understand what I said that you are now mine to use as I see fit ? I answered Yes Godess . . she smiled very good. I understand you know your way around a cock . we will see , if your good enough , I'll let my boyfreind try you out . but it's not all about cocks anymore , you are going to learn your away around a pussy . her boyfreind came over with a dildo she attached to the harness around her waist. she had me thank him and to me he was Sir, from now on. . She approached until the dildo was brushing my lips and simply said show me. Please come with something of substance if you message me. Something more than just "hi",
A man recently told me that I have the ability to say "no" to anyone I choose to, even a Dom. Because even though a sub I still deserve respect and always have a choice.
please be respectful when you message me or I will not answer.
I am looking for something of substance, I want the mental connection before the physical one, I want the intense, can't live without you connection.
happy searching What if mosquitos in fact bite everyone, but not everyone has a reaction to the bite? There's probably science on this, but I like my theory. That's it for today.
Wait. I just reread what I wrote at the beginning of the month about overcoming obstacles. My people, I am actively working on it. I have four different professionals for four different things and a to do list a mile long that I shorten as I can. Still some scary stuff, still some out of reach stuff, but progress. I am a (wo)man of my word. At least I'm trying to be. Okay, now that's it for today. I've earned it. Good Morning Ladies and Gents- well it's a great morning anyway, here in the hills of East TN.
Had a great time in Illinois this past week, looked up some old friends, and partied a bit. I was sorry to hear that my old friend Paul C of Paul C Leathers had passed away early this year. I have been out of touch with the Chicago LGBTQ community.
Enjoyed being invited to my friend Carlas' Bed, Breakfast, and Bondage weekend. Thanks to Carla, Bob, Travis, Julie, Jessica, Hanna, and Amanda for the love!
Happy LOCKtober!
Well, I'm growing closer to 71 now, had one Hell of a great run thus far, but am slowing down a bit. Where are all the lovely women around my age? Getting too old to build your dungeons anymore so don't ask me to. I do have contacts that can help if you can afford it.
The damn hurricane did much damage to Places such as Greenville, Sevierville TN, but especially the Ashville area of North Carolina. :( My God Interstate 26 is closed! As a practicing Christian, Man, I pray for the lost and the survivors.
The older I got the less time we seem to have to get things done. I have been wanting to upgrade my journal for some time. Thanks for reading!
To be honest, I kinda thought sites like this would have seen a surge of new members and activity with everybody being confined (during covid) and all. But, it seems things went the opposite way. By and large the 'adult' sites went dead. Now though, things are once more picking up.worshipru123 -Michigan I’m not here to be your fantasy. I’m here to be your reality.
Idgaf about how you imagined things. If you want to be under my ownership, you must understand that you dont get to just be my do anything slut right away. Thats an earned privelege. You have to crawl before you can walk.
If you’re not ready to crawl, don’t even bother. Morning all.
I will be traveling for business next week or so. I will be in Tampa, fl
looking to see if I have any cigar lovers out there?
I am looking for the females or trans. - I warn you I am a Sadist in many ways. I also enjoy cigar play very much. So if the idea of Smokey kisses, ash, or being used - turns you off--keep moving.
for my little trans sluts - extra credit if you 100% passable and want to be Mommy's little girl.
I want to see what replys I get and how many do read Phew and thank god!
I nearly forked out just under £500 on the wrong specimen:
1. £295 for harness gear - custom made still lush
2. £50 for the application in 2 sizes
3. £95 rope bondage lesson but getting discount as the teacher is an old friend of mine
Will still spend for myself but if I ask a man questions it means I am investing time to understand how to give you what you want. You can't give me a second, ok, harness yourself.
I am good.
Still investing in the supplies just finding a worthy destination.
Some people like to talk forever and not act on their impulse I was thinking lets act on the impulse not just talk about it. Let me provide a little insight into me. I feel each person is a unique individual. we are according to the indigenous philosophy divided into four tribes often represented by black, yellow, white, and Red. Skin pigment, location, cusstoms may also differ. I prefer Latino culture because of my life experiences. It's where my heart lies. However I will accept the right person regardless of race, ancestry, ethnicity. What I am really at the core beyond the hotness looking for is values. Machismo and marianismo and I require DD or HoH however you know it. Me I am a mix because nobody truly even knows where one of my peoples comes from just the at they have been targeted for slavery and slaughter for long as anyone knows. So any man of any background could be compatible. I just happen to prefer Latino men. They help raise me up not put me down. November 16, 2023 - Horny Bi Guy's FIRST VISIT
PART ONE
A new guy stopped by today. He is a horny bi Guy from a town about an hour or so away from me. He is definitely a HORNY Bi GUY ! He is already asking for another visit.
We had talked a while on FETLIFE about his fantasies, so he knew what to expect today. Plus he had been reading my stories, THESE stories, which all seemed to excited him.
I knew he was into leather, so had a treat for him. When he arrived he found me in a very long terry cloth bathrobe. I probably looked like a monk. But I had a surprise hidden under the bathrobe, but he was not going to get to see it YET.
I met him in the driveway since it was his first visit and brought him inside. Within a few seconds I was ordering him to strip… which he complied to immediately.
I put velcro wrist restraints on him and told him to kneel. Once he was kneeling on the floor in front of me, I put a leather hood over his head, making certain his mouth appeared in the opening. I knew my cock would be going through that hole very shortly.
read the next part at www.SirKel.top advice in seeking a partner
First narrow your search to the kinky community.Dont befriend or date vanilla women.You are wasting your time and theirs.Focus on knowing your self.So many people say they are this or that and seek this or that but when confronted with the reality, change their mind or back away.This makes them look like a game playing phony.Dont go around telling women what you want and what you want from them.Use the Internet to network with face to face local kink community.Attend every function possible.Be your self.Be the person you want people to see.Only when asked, say honestly what you are seeking.Try to make friends with everyone.Not just Dominants.Being friends with an established couple opens more doors than anything else.Dont ask any Dominants to do you, or train you or use you.Dont ask if they know anyone who will do any of the above.Just be you and say you are available. Period.When you become a known and recognized member of your local community anyone interested will come to you.Offer non sexual service if ever the opportunity comes up.Foot rub back rub, maid service etc.Start small. Earn trust.Never lie.Never break a date or be late.Often people test other people with precision details.Like do something or call at a precise moment.If you cant be trusted to follow that instruction, you wont be trusted to follow any other instructions.Be clean.Be polite.Never answer back.If you dont like whats happening excuse your self from the situation without saying anything negative. I am going to take some time away from Collarspace. Please do not continue to leave messages as they will go unread. I will not return until after the coming new year of January, 2026.
Hopefully, by then I will have free time.To locate that special sub/slave/boy-toy to fit into my life and take on a cruise in February, 2026.
For now, goodbye. Bye-bye bois.
This submissive’s Creed:
Respect Your time
Match Your efforts and requirements
Keep my word
Always be honest
Stay committed and consistent regardless
I do best at being a Domme with minimal toys at hand.
I don’t need a fully stocked dungeon to have a great time with a sub. (not that there is anything wrong with a fully stocked dungeon) but to me it is more the mental control I exercise over you. The way I approach you, look at and maybe don’t let you have eye contact with me, and the way I touch or don’t touch you, you know just being in my presence brings out your need to submit.
For example, I will say, “Did I say you could look me in the eye bitch? Until I say you can look me in the eye, you will look at my feet. Look down now.”
This takes no toys and commands you. Christmas '23, and what is it like ?
I've mostly healed up. Added 4 yards of topsoil in front of my recently aquired home in Lacey. Planted a lot of bulbs. Mix of native wildflowers. And blueberries, raspberries, strawberries and grapes. My compost heap is better than yours, professionally managed by the songbirds lured there by the cleverly placed feeder. Cleared the path from the back gate to the bike trail. Blackberries are tough in this area, so that is a project to finish later, when I hope to add some cedar trees back there, and a lot of wildflowers. But it's mostly blackberry, now, and vines don't vanish when you cut them, that's just the start of the job. It's good to have a hobby. The neighbors have signed off on the new mailbox thing I want to make. Half whisky barrels, 2x2 cedar arbor, Wisteria or grapevines, undergrass irrigation, and a pair of big mailboxes.
My '80 Triumph convertable made it as far as the garage. Needs a lot of work. Old gasoline and 45 year old rubber, everywhere. It's cute, though, even if it bites my fingers every time I get a tool anywhere near it. 20 year old Ford spent 10 days at the dealer. Alternator, battery, the cable in between. Came back with belt squeek-eek-eek-eek. Which is really annoying because it's the loudest thing on the truck. Wonder if I can fix it. The tool shed has gone all electric, so the gasoline is now 'something I have to get rid of' where before it was an essential hazard to life & property that smells bad. The mower made me do it. It ran about half speed last time, and is too rusty to work on. An important part of the next dump run.
And romance? Sadly, no. I blame the pandemic... Perhaps the new year in my new place doing my new thing will bring some relief. Perhaps my new, noticably smaller, trowser collection will help some. But what I really need to do is get out more. So, call me. I’ve been looking at what fills my messages lately—and I have questions.
Too many hollow approaches. No restraint. No awareness. No sense of tone.
Just presence without purpose.
And I don’t believe that happens in isolation.
So I’ll ask it directly—
What are you cultivating?
Because the men arriving in my space reflect the environments they’ve been allowed to exist in. If they lack restraint, if they lack discipline, if they don’t understand how to approach with intention… that didn’t come from nowhere.
That was permitted. Reinforced. Played with.
And I’m not interested in inheriting the result of that.
There’s a difference between engaging and indulging.
If you that line long enough, you create men who don’t know how to regulate themselves. Who think access is casual. Who mistake attention for acceptance.
And then they arrive… unrefined.
I find that disappointing.
Because the standard, for me, has always been clear.
The men—and women—who serve me operate at a different level. There is restraint. There is awareness. There is composure.
I don’t lower myself to meet chaos.
And I don’t invest in weakness.
So this is a challenge as much as it is a statement—
Be honest about what you’re building. Be intentional about what you encourage.
Because what you allow will always show up somewhere.
And right now… it’s showing up in my messages.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen Good morning all
I have decided that I need someone who will sleep between my legs chained up she must be good at giving massages love pain And be good at house work plus have all hole's ready at my beck and call.But it's so hard finding a true Sub / Slave to replace my old one l wonder are there any true ones left ??? PLEASURE MOMMY!!!
I raise my leg and pull the leash placing your face up against my mound. You can feel the warmth as I grab the back of your head pushing your face up into my pussy.
I tell you to open your mouth so you can taste my sweet nectar.
You love that taste your nasty little slut!
While holding your leash tight I tell you to lick me slowly and then tongue fuck me till I tell you to stop!!
Moving my hips from side to side slapping you with my thick thighs........I pull you in closer
BITE ME YOU SLUT MAKE MOMMY SCREAM!!!
I cum so hard I fart in your face and you never miss a lick.
I grab your chin and bend over to lick my juices off your face.
I slap your face!!
Then push your head back and straddle your face so you can continue to please me.
Finger my ass while you tongue fuck me!!!!...................WOW So, many years ago I met someone on here, who absolutely blew my mind.
I'd never experienced control before and it was an amazing journey.
From the very beginning, the controlling of my time, as in what I did with my free time, updates of where I would be at certain times in the day so they always knew where I was.
Having to be available at specific times. Not a minute before or a minute after.
Controlling how and when I touched myself if I could have an orgasm.
Even my clothing having to replace my underwear with women's underwear. Sitting to go to the toilet. All these things which I was told was leading up to a very hard limit of feminizing.
Which was a total mind fuck. Because with each step that I was pushed and you eventually that that limit would be pushed as well and if both scared and excited me at the same time. Now I never knew as we never got to it if that would have happened, whether I would have been feminized or whether because it was a very hard limit of mine, it was simply used as a mind fuck.
Either way it's certainly did the trick.
The less freedom I had and the more control she took made me feel so submissive and so desperate to continue to please. Why is it we can no longer write in full words anymore, is it just me out of touch or does reading a profile become a challenged at times 🤪
Totally get abbreviations in conversation but surely when filing out a profile a little time could be spent
MF CD F M TG TS DDF HWP Cis FLR LTR IRL BBW Ds BS ……………. The Yearning for Grounding: Finding Purpose in a Dominant Dynamic..
We all possess hidden desires, yearnings that often simmer beneath the surface of our carefully constructed personas. One such yearning, perhaps more common than we readily admit, is the desire to be truly seen, and subsequently, guided, challenged, and even, in a sense, controlled. This isn't necessarily about literal ownership, but rather a deep craving for structure, direction, and the secure boundaries offered by a strong, assertive presence.The idea of being objectified, used for amusement, might sound unsettling at first glance. But on deeper reflection, it can be interpreted as a desire to be a source of light and joy for someone else. To be valued, appreciated, even celebrated for what you bring to their life, even if that role is perceived as subservient. This isn't about self-degradation, but rather about finding fulfillment in serving a purpose, in bringing happiness to another.The reality of a superior mentor, a "Guiding Lady" as it were, nurturing and shaping your path, speaks to a fundamental human need for guidance and direction. In a world often characterized by ambiguity and overwhelming choices, the prospect of surrendering to a trusted individual who can provide clarity and purpose can be incredibly appealing. It's a desire to be molded, refined, and ultimately, helped to reach one's full potential. Finding such a person provides a safe haven, a space where vulnerability is not a weakness, but an opportunity for growth.The cornerstone of any such dynamic is trust. It's not merely about submission, but about placing your faith in someone who will act in your best interest, even if that means pushing you beyond your comfort zone. The hope lies in finding a true, committed partner who understands the nuances of this dynamic and can navigate it with integrity and respect. This requires open communication, clear boundaries, and a shared understanding of expectations and limitations.Ultimately, the yearning for a dominant guiding force speaks to a deeper desire for purpose and commitment. It's a search for meaning, for a role that feels authentic and fulfilling. It's about finding someone who can not only appreciate your offerings, but also help you to become the best version of yourself. This journey may involve vulnerability, introspection, and a willingness to surrender control, but the potential reward is a profound sense of belonging, purpose, and unwavering connection. The key lies in finding that "true trusted superior person" who can provide not just direction, but also unwavering support and unwavering faith in your potential.
I'm Thanks giving to all whom have shared with Me and whom give a care for Me and Mum. I appreciate the love and the kindness and this most certainly trickles down and into My mother and My care of her. We are doing as best we can and we continue to be most grateful for one another and every step we make. We have good days and really super tough ones - and we do it together, still. Thank you for sharing and caring.
As with most of the holidays for the past decade, we will be having a quiet time this next week. Running around as usual, but then some down time as all our people have dispersed. These times seem to have the greatest impact on us and our engagement with one another as we remember when our people where here and of different, more joy filled times.
I hope each of you have an enjoyable and restful holiday. Be safe and well. Lately I wake up in the middle of the night and the puppy is snuggled right up to my side. Tonight she had pushed her face into the crook of my neck. I love how much she loves me.
Someone recently asked me for clarification on something in my profile, that if he was to assume the responsibility, what was it that I was responsible for and how would it affect his ability to assume responsibilty? In all this time no one has asked me that. It's a brilliant question. I needed to think about it because my initial reaction was to create a laundry list of what I think I contribute, things like loyalty, honesty, snuggles, nurturing, etc. And then I paused. Those are all things that I do contribute for sure, but it doesn't account for what the other person needs from me, especially to function as person in charge. I will absolutely be and do all of the things I say are my part. And figure out how to be and do what he needs added to my part. Give and take. Relationships take work. Snuggles are the easy part. It really stinks that when a chronic disorder - a disease can be so devastating and freeing in the same sense.
pTSD sucks moose balls . Yes I am struggling . Dented but not shattered .
i spent 1.5 hours on a phone call where i had to say . I used to trust everything you said . Now I can't . And it is MY fault that my fucked up dis ease is causing this
dumb thunder cunt - I am the product of fuckery and this is how i deal.
lots all the ones who promised me a roof over my head .
hear me roar to those of you who think that a meeting should be hurried: this is something that you should know about me.
I need to have a sense of who I am meeting and the only way I know to do that is to have a lot of conversation and correspondence beforehand. I will not engage in primarily sexual based conversations before establising compatibility and mutual interest. I am much more interested in what's between your ears than what's between your legs. I have, on occasion, met people off the internet without spending much time chatting with them. Most times it has never led to anything beyond that initial meet. The majority of the people that I do correspond with on here does not lead to a face to face meeting. If it did, consider yourself lucky.
In particular, the need to know the other person is more important than if I was embarking on a vanilla relationship.I don't consider this process 'time-wasted because the search is usually interesting whether it results in a face to face or not. I refused to be hurried in the process. If you cannot articulate with me in an email then the chances are pretty damn high you will not when we are face to face.
If any of the above statements seem too trying or unreasonable, I honestly don't care. Just don't contact me. I don’t know how to exist inside my own skin right now. My body hurts constantly—every joint, every nerve buzzing or burning in some private hell—and yet my emotions are stuck in this flat, gray fog. It feels like I’m floating a few feet outside of myself, detached, watching someone else limp through my days. I’m supposed to care about things, supposed to feel urgency, supposed to feel desire, but mostly I just feel… blank. A haze.
The hardest part is intimacy. Sex has always been a cornerstone of my identity, something that made me feel alive, connected, real. Now I lie beside people I love, people I want to want, and it’s like my body is a locked door. My brain remembers what it’s like to crave, but the signal doesn’t make it through. Instead I get this sense of obligation—this is who you are, this is what they expect, this is what you should be doing—while my body and spirit just won’t answer. I go through motions, or avoid them, and either way I feel like a fraud.
It’s disorienting: physical pain screaming from one side, emotional numbness pressing from the other. I’m caught in between, unable to move fully toward either. I don’t know how to bridge that gap, how to show up in love when I’m not even present in myself.
Some nights I wonder if this is permanent. If I’ll always be half-alive like this, longing for connection in theory but unable to touch it in practice. I miss desire like an old friend I can’t remember the face of.
For now, all I can do is write it here, admit it to myself. Maybe that’s a start. Oh friends. What I'm about to describe may change our relationship, but it 100% happened just now and I'm not sharing this story with anyone else.
My puppy woke me a short time ago to go outside. Glancing at the clock and seeing it was 4:30, I didn't do any of the things I would normally do before taking her outside. Her waking me means we need to go now. Yes ma'am, let's go. We get outside and she decides that dandelions are interesting and this patch of grass tastes divine, and so on, as she does sometimes leading up to her business. She has a flare for the dramatic, like her momma. Meanwhile, I've had to pee since the moment she woke me. All the way down what felt like ten thousand stairs, through every moment of her moseying outside, I. Have. To. Pee. And I'm not going to make it back to the house.
Chances are if you're reading this you are genetically male (is that the correct term?) and so you would just pull up a patch of grass and unzip. Not having that luxury I faced my two options. Either I could wet my pants, or I could squat and tinkle. Friends, I really tried to use all of those downstairs muscles to make it back to the house. Truly I did. But it wasn't going to happen and I did laundry earlier today. So I did the unthinkable. I moved to a spot less lit. I slid my pajama pants down a bit. I squatted. And I peed. I'm sure someone's door camera caught it, or maybe someone out for a walk. Hopefully it was just me and my puppy. And now you. It's our secret, okay? i often fantasize about being subjected to harsh play until i am a squirming, blubbering, whimpering mess, and then being allowed to orally serve my Goddess as my tears dry on my cheeks. i have long believed that i will find this thrilling and beguiling and liberating and emotionally enthralling. How delighted i would be to learn that i am correct! [Just a little piece of erotic fiction (FICTION) I’ve got rambling around in my head]
"What Daddy wants, Daddy gets: Our daily “on display” routine","
I’m not a “little”, and my Dom who I live with is not into age play BUT loves the nickname Daddy. We live together in his fairly large ranch house that has a large 10 foot wide 7 feet tall picture window in the family room that faces our back yard. We have a private fence, but surrounding houses have a 2nd floor so it’s visible to many anyway.
Our morning routine is one of my favorites - I wake up 1/2 hour before daddy does to make some coffee and attend to a few things before he wakes up. It’s my responsibility to prep my pussy to be really and willing to accept whatever he decides to stick in there form the minute he wakes up.
When it IS time for him to wake up I’m his human alarm clock and so make waking very very pleasant! Coffee made the way he wants, appropriate clothes laid out and prepared for his day (work or home on the weekends), and me naked kneeling beside the bed at about the middle of his torso. I get to be creative with how i awaken him, which is a delight for me as I love to be creative!!
This morning I chose to give soft kitten-kisses on his arm that’s closest to the edge, and it gently wakes him up after a few minutes. “Good morning, Kitten,” he says softly in almost a whisper. “Good morning, Daddy.” is my standard reply. “And how are my Kitten’s nipples feeling after their treatment yesterday?” he asks with a knowing grin. “They are throbbing from yesterdays suck-fest, goodness they are tender, almost raw from your gnawing on them for so long! I love it, thank you Daddy.”
As he sits up to roll out of bed, I have slippers ready where his feet will land. He swings his legs out, I guide them into each slipper, and he spreads his legs wide displaying his dominance over me with his gorgeous cock and lovely man-bush at it’s base. He stands and I hold open his robe to slip on.
Before we even begin to move into the kitchen For breakfast, he runs his hand over my hard nipples, flicking them to make them harder - of course today it’s 10 times more intense because of yesterday’s activities. I gasp and all that does is make him pinch and rub harder, dammit! He knows he has my attention, and then slides his hand down to my pussy to ensure it’s wet and ready, which it always is but I love that his fat fingers probes me “just to be sure.”
After a quiet breakfast comes my second-favorite routine and that is the daily display of Daddy’s living fuck toy. I follow him into our family room that has no window coverings and assume my assigned position. “On your back legs wide on the fucking bench, Kitten.” And I dutifully do as told. My head is nearest the window, my pussy the other direction and he begins to fuck me and twist my nipples harder than yesterday - I begin to simultaneously cry and howl as I’m getting wetter from his invasion of my slit.
I tilt my head back to look out the window (upside down view) and I see 2 neighbors peeking out of their houses’ 2nd story's that face our family room window to watch with backs face the back of our house. Earl and Stephen have their pants down or off, and I see them both stroking their wieners in response to todays live-action.
It’s this morning ritual that makes me blush when I see them in the neighborhood or in the grocery store...none of their wives know, or at least aren’t saying they know, and it feels like a dirty secret (which it is!!). After Daddy has filled me with a huge load, he texts Ralph and Stephen to come on over, I’m wet and juicy and ready for them.
Stephen is busy and has to run, but Earl - who is retired - replies he’s coming over. Earl arrives in short order, chats with Daddy in the family room as I’m spread eagle and dripping, making a pool of my juice and Daddy’s jiz. Daddy retreats to the bedroom to get dressed, and leaves Earl free to do as Daddy did and cum in my pussy. (The rule with neighbors is they may come over and do to me what Daddy did, which means they had to pay attention and also keeps them in check with my body-boundaries Daddy has in place.
Earl retired “young” at only 58, but his cock works just as well as a 26 year old’s. He immediately enters my nasty wet pussy and shoves his dick HARD in me, so hard he jolts the table and I slide a little further away which amuses Daddy who peeked out from the bedroom. Earl takes his damn time, fucks me hard for 15 straight minutes, then pulls out and spews his jiz all over my bottom and floor which I’ll have to clean up later.
Left to clean up from the festivities, I hop to it before it dries. I wish Earl a good day, and Daddy is ready to leave and I wish him the same.
Wonder what tomorrow’s activity will be? I should try fishing as a sport because this site is exactly the same.
You are putting out a hook waiting for a good fish to swim by.
Unhooked a rotten fish last week (married again) luckily never went on a date with that fish.
Stuck to my principles and my gut feeling, creepy man contacted me on his second profile. Very creepy. Not just cheating on his wife but on the Mistress and wanted a 3rd pond to play in.
Having a me day, new underwear, new shoes and dress, hair done, nails and eyebrows, full body wax (fresh and clean), got my head focused on my priorities (my career).
But I must admit while waiting patiently some very pretty fish have been swimming by.
Reminds me being patient for someone good is always for the best. At this point in time, I will ONLY continue to talk to those I am already talking to. Beyond that no one else. I have realized continuing to look for what I need is pretty useless, and is just causing too much pain and sadness. I have too much going on to deal with that any more. Thank you to those that have been kind and hopeful. Your time has been appreciated. I am so very sorry for anyone I have hurt. For those that have hurt me, just one word--KARMA I've been back and forth, since before Thanksgiving , with the contract I have on a cabin In WV.
Unfortunately the agent was a flake.
Over the years , I've bought and sold homes. This agent was a hot mess.
Finally had to get the broker involved, and replace the her.
The present one is on the ball.
D and I drove to the cabin and he checked it top to bottom.
There were concerns from the home inspection, and he calmed my mind. He said the place had great bones, the windows were all in good shape, the hot water heater was two years old , gas furnace will out live me, metal roof is fairly new...
There is a cottage on the property, off the back set back from the cabin. Its about eight hundred sq. feet , plus a screened in front porch! Perfect for my father, and he can't fall off.
It has a kitchen, dining room, living room, bedroom and full bath.
It too has a new metal roof.
Added an addendum for a few things, we'll see if they accept or counter.
Saying a little prayer and crossing my fingers.
M. I had to get rough Friday night with my property. She has a list of waiting clients who are eager to experience her particular charms again in person.
My property was feeling lazy that night, not wanting to get prepped up for work. When she gets in these moods, it makes me feel so frustrated. I provide everything she needs to take it easy, and make me the focus of her comfy lifestyle.
But when she gets bratty she forgets all of that and just needs, cries out for a correction. Ripping her clothes off, I tossed her on her bed and jumped on top of her, spreading her legs, and pushing my large cock into her all the way. She begged for me to slow down, but I just kept hitting it hard, making her cry.
She was working Saturday night just like I wanted her to. She just needed an attitude adjustment. angiogram went well. Turns out I just have small arteries. I have to stay on an aspirin and cholesterol med regimen to ensure blood flow in my heart doesn't slow too much. It's the best possible outcome, really. Also, it was kinda cool watching the catheter thread through my arteries on the screen the doc was watching as well. Though, I was supposed to be moderately sedated for this, but my IV failed at the last moment and the sedation didn't start working until towards the end of the procedure. They numbed me up pretty good though. I'm past the 24hr mark as well, so the bandage came off. Anyway, all is good. Now to focus on other aspaspects of my health to improve upon it. I'm focused on that and serving my Sir and maintaining friendships. New connections are welcome, just please message my Sir first if you're left of the slash in any capacity. Thanks! Drax & Scott Max - The Sun
Moments... (I) Count each moment Believing you'll set me free Wanting... Draws you closer I taste you on the air I breathe Touch me Feel me Come and feel the love this time that's in my heart and set me free Touch me Feel me Save me from this emptiness inside Here comes the sun Here comes the feeling Here comes the moment that we've waited for so long... FAQ
Q: Are you lactating now?
A: No, and that is by design. My fantasy involves the transformation. That is the biggest part of my fantasy. It will not change until I find my owner.
Q: Is that you in the picture?
A: Yes, that is me. Last year for my birthday, I gifted myself the harness. It took me awhile to get around to trying it on. Life is often busy.
Q: Can we play? How about a play date?
A: I don’t do play dates. This is about transforming my body. I need a committed partner for this journey. This is if the first meet goes well.
Q: Why is the distance different than the city?
A: I moved. The website doesn’t update miles properly. I didn’t code it. No, I’m not a scammer and freaking sick and tired of the attitude about proving it. Don’t like the website design then F off and stop harassing me about it.
Q: Will you relocate?
A: I literally just moved here. So no.
Q: Are you open to a couple?
A: No. Totally into monogamy. Open relationships don’t work for me. Good luck on your search.
Q: Are you open to a married man?
A: No, and if I find out who you are married to, I will send trans and pictures to them along with the contact info for a great divorce attorney.
Q: I love ANR, would you be interested in me suckling you?
A: ANR is an adjacent kink, but not one I’m into. I prefer the degradation of the hucow kink.
Q: I have a cow, I want another. Are you interested?
A: I’m into monogamy, so herd play isn’t my thing.
Q: Mail here sucks. Let’s chat elsewhere.
A: Yes it does suck.
I am not looking for someone that wants to alter their anatomy!
I am not looking for a cuckold!
I am very much aware that even submissive men and slaves have desires! If any of the above applies to you, I wish you the best in your search!! Topk the bdsm test. Not sure it is accurate. Many questions were on sex for example. There was a few questions that dealt with Voyeurism which I was next to neutral. I am much more masochistic and answered completely agree on questions related to pain and torture, even if in the context of sex. Yet had me as 70% masochistic and 98% Voyeuristic. Lol, if anything, those are opposite. Oh well, no matter, i am largely self aware of who i am in bdsm context. So, the play weekend came to a sudden hault. One of the other slaves in our BDSM group broke her ankle coming down the stairs to the basement/dungeon. Her Master had her ankles on a short hobble and what must have been four inch heels.
What was he thinking?
So there I am, stretched out on the brand new rack, covered in hot wax with hyperextended knees and shoulders that had gone numb and everyone forgets I am there. LOL
About 35 minutes later Goddess Tabitha comes back down stairs to see where I am. She was sure someone had turned me loose before they rushed off to help splint the ankel and get the other slave into the car.
Nothing like slave life for me LOL Suddenly he pulls away and your mind races with concerns that you did something wrong. Without hesitation his mouth takes in one nipple warming it up with a gentle suction and flickering of his tongue. The sucking stops and you feel his tongue passing through your cleavage to the other nipple to give it attention that it deserves. Again his mouth leaves your yearning breast and his tongue goes back to the valley between them. His tongue again started its journey down to your belly button making sure to circle it several times and finally penetrating it. You suddenly realize his hands were cupping your ass cheeks but was too distracted earlier to notice their firm grip.
His finger tips now over the top of your lacy panties he again starts moving slower than molasses and begins to pull them down, while his tongue begins to wonder around. Just as you think he’s going to take them all the way to the floor he stops halfway down to your knees and his tongue pulls away. Again you fret trying to figure out what you did wrong to make him stop. He places his forehead against you just below your bellybutton sending his heat all through your pelvic area. His warm hands gently slide between your legs like a wedge or a person praying. His hands now pressing on the most inner part of your thighs and his thumbs slide across your lower lips. You suddenly realize your juices are gushing by now. Knowing his hands and your panties are dripping wet he pulls them off, hoping he doesn’t throw them towards a wall to see if they stick.
He whispers in your ear, DON’T MOVE! and walks away, now what runs through your mind. He returns and gives you another little kiss on the lips. As you’re standing there you feel a feather touching your right ear, it goes under your chin and back up to your left ear. It moves to your nose the down to your chest. The feather gently caresses around your left breast then over to your right breast. The feather ventures to each nipple circling them several times. Down towards the belly button it travels circling it several times. The feather heads to your hip and then down the outside of your leg around your ankle and back up the inside of your leg cross up above your pubic hair carefully making sure not to get it wet. He takes your hand in his and reminds you to keep your eyes closed. You recognize the way to your bedroom and he places you next to your bed. The current rash of folks who are out of my preferred age range, not local, and not submissive has spurred me to actually reach out to some local folks. In doing so, I saw some notes I'd left after reaching out to a few here ... who have since logged on and never wrote back.
No answer is indeed an answer.
Unless there's a specific turn of phrase or stunning picture, I don't reach out to folks who aren't part of the demographic I'm interested in. I also skim profiles in order to avoid folks who've obvious filtered me out ... through given the silence I encounter not everyone is as forthcoming as I am.
Still, every so often the amount of attention prompts me to wonder if anyone actually local might be as interested as folks in another time zone or generation. It's worth a shot, at least. I'm updating here as I just found out CollarChat is up and running again and it's my main reason for being on this site. But I realize some may look at my profile.
I still have the same thoughts I had put down in my profile years ago but there have been changes in my life. I'm no longer in Hawai'i. Might I go back? Possibly. I'm back in Canada and with all the insanity south of the border I'm unlikely to head back there soon. As I posted on CollarChat earlier today, my life is a shit show right now so my presence is purely for entertainment and a distraction from my reality. NO male doms = In case folks on here have forgotten I am solely interested in Slaves and Submissives so only reply to that demographic. Club Pedestal , Cruel Huntress Hunt and Club o&I in Kent are the three fetish venues I talk to Dominant Women as well. The Mawney munch I talk to everyone with good manners who are pleasant to laugh with for the evening.
All Goals Done = I have had a week where I planned to ease up my workload. Key pieces are now complete so I will take my week end a little slower.
SERVICE SUBS = Today is cooler so I may think about opening up applications for service subs to cut my lawn - though a first few meets at the Mawney are key prior to me accepting that person. Using Rune stones in domination
Hello there, probably late to the party but I love to use my submissive as inanimate s and recently have found a great love and connection whilst using him as my rune reading altar.
I invite people that also do this or interested in this to start a discussion with me as I'm pretty new to doing it and would love some other views on doing this
My Five rune stone reading for myself and my wølf
1:- The Future RuneDAGAZ (D) represents Dawn. It symbolizes Awakening, Certainty, Illumination, Completion, Hope.
2:- The Past RuneMANNAZ (M) represents Humanity. It symbolizes Individuality, Friendship, Society, Cooperation, Help.
3:- The Possible Solution RuneBERKANA (B) represents a Birch Tree. It symbolizes Femininity, Fertility, Healing, Regeneration, Birth.
4:- The Problem or Worry RuneTIWAZ (T) represents the god Tyr. It symbolizes Masculinity, Justice, Leadership, Logic, Battle.
5:- The Future RuneGEBO (G) represents a Gift. It symbolizes Balance, Exchange, Partnership, Generosity, Relationships. lover of sparkles of the heart ✨ ✨✨ I am a sub. I feel beautiful when I submit to a Woman and am watched as my breathing, my sweat and eyes are given to You. The release i feel when She allows me to let Her take over. I want someone who willingly takes “control” in the most vulnerable of situations because it meets both of our needs. I do not want to feel abused that i offer control of me. I value and respect it. True submission requires trust, honesty, communication and patience. Do I want to ALWAYS give up control? No, I don’t. I am interested in an ongoing relationship with ONE person. I am not intimate with people I am not in a committed relationship with. I am however curious about developing a relationship that is Female led. I know that what I want is definitely out of the norm, but I seek someone I can connect on an emotional, psychological and physical level. There is nothing more erotic in my opinion than being with someone who I care about deeply and vice versa. I want to be kinky with my significant other in the bedroom. But I want MORE. I want to watch movies with Her and talk to her about life. I want to cook together, snuggle and have tea in the morning. I want to go on trips and have a relationship. I am a kind hearted person who genuinely cares about people. I often invest myself too quickly in someone, thinking that the feelings are mutual. I am looking for a real LTR, monogamy, love in all its forms. Ultimately I want to get married and have children. I’m real, single, and ready to meet. You should be too.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Lots of people contact me about my profile and say job well done, I/we are like minded, BUT blah blah blah (I am taken, I am too old/young, I am too far, etc.). They respect the realities of the universe that have made us like minded, but not a match. I can respect that. I am certainly grateful for friends on this journey. This Journal entry is not addressing or discouraging friends. This is about those who express legitimate interest…
So, I think my profile makes it clear… I am looking to date, I am looking to meet someone. I didn’t think I had to clarify after an in-depth profile such as the wone I wrote that I am not interested in you if you are married, living with someone, have a stead significant other, etc. Now, if you are “seeing” other people that is fine. Those other people should not be living in your house, sharing your bank account, doing your grocery shopping (unless it is for a date or something), paying for the renewal of the tags on your car, etc… “Seeing” someone means you are taking them to dinner, and possible having a good time after once in a while. “Seeing” someone means that person KNOWS you are “seeing” other people! If I call or text when you are with them, there is no need to hide your phone. I mean, I don’t expect you to respond or answer, you are spending time with someone else, that is fine, we aren’t an item, but I have enough self esteem I will not be the other woman, and I will not be hidden. If you will cheat on your wife, girlfriend, etc… You will eventually cheat on me too, and thus I am not interested in you. I am interested in loyalty, honesty, and devotion. How can one submit to someone who is offering anything less? Obviously, I don’t expect it day one. I will probably see other people for a time too. A bond must be built and that takes time. That being said… a bond isn’t built in messages on the web miles apart from someone I have never met in person. We might send messages a lot after meeting because you travel or something, but meeting in person is crucial to me.
The internet is far too anonymous and there are far too many players out there. Heck, I had a guy wait until our third in person date once to finally admit he was married! It was because he couldn’t maintain the in person dating, he finally had to come clean though. He would have spoken with me for a year online had I let it continue that route… So, I am not a huge electron communication person. I also hate phones. I will even schedule my doctor’s appointments via the web if I can. Phones are used to call if I am lost getting where we planned to meet, or if I am running late and need to text to let you know. I don’t send kinky or risqué picture via the web or phone. I don’t use snapchat… where all communication disappears before your wife can see it. We send a few emails, seem to be hitting it off, then why should we share everything in more emails? What will we talk about when we get together? Continuing to chat online is going to leave me awkward and silent with nothing left to talk about in person. Left get some coffee, have dinner, see a movie. Let’s get out of the house! Yes, I know I say I raid (game) 5 nights a week… Only two of those nights are nights I feel I really can’t skip right now, and raid doesn’t start until 8:30 at night, and those are nights in the middle of the week… so if you really want to be drinking coffee that late at night, in the middle of the week, I will see what I can to lol.
If one more guy tells me, well, I have a significant other, but the relationship is dead, has been for some time, but it is complicated… and in the same breath, tells me he wants to be my Dom, and manage my world… Get your house in order before you enter mine which is already in order. I am worn out on chatting with guys who seem amazing, lead me on, but are just using me as their side joy because they are unhappy in a relationship, they have no intention of leaving. Again, if you would hurt her by chatting with me… what are you going to do to me one day?
Are there any good ones left at my age? Should I just give up the search?
Guys… fish or cut bait. Show me you aren’t married lol. Show me you aren’t running around on your girlfriends. Show me it is worth the time and effort to continue investing myself in some of these conversations that start to feel sketchy… Pick a coffee house and tell me when we are going! Another day, another journal entry...
This is subMeghan, once again announcing to you all that as I type this I am naked, wearing only my collar (and glasses), just as my Dom wishes... and his wish, is my command...
I got several follow-up messages regarding my last journal entry. So here are some of the details you all demanded to know.
I was tied to a wooden chair with a high back. Yes, my legs were spread wide apart with each ankle pulled back and tied to a back leg of the chair in such a way that only my toes touched the ground. My wrists were tied together behind my back and behind the back of the chair. No, I was not blindfolded, but my Dom did remove my glasses. Oh course I was naked. (I don't know why someone would have thought otherwise.)
As my Dom was going to leave me alone like this while he went to the grocery store, no nipple clamps, no clothes pins were used. No ball gag was used. Nothing extreme. We wanted to play it safe since I'd be alone. Although I would have preferred it, I was not allowed to have a virbrator. All in all, this was a relatively easy position to maintain.
No, I did not try and escape. Again, I was alone and that might be dangerous. Let's see... My dom was gone for at least an hour. So basically I just sat there and waited. When he came home, he did not immediately untie me, but rather did a few things first. When he did untie me, he directed me to go and put the groceries away, which I did...
I think that answered everybody's questions. If not, let me know...
I hope you all have a great holiday weekend.
subMeghan
I've recently had the chance to think about TPE more, and I decided that there are ultimately four types, three of which I consider acceptable.
In order of intensity, there is first the type, which is simply pushing past where a sub/slave would normall safeword, but not pushing so far that the subconcious is actually forced to acknowledge that they are not in control. This is a stage where a slave is usually begging or angry.
The second is the type that I practice currently. Pushing past where people think their limit is, past the second limit where their subconscious gives and realizes that it can only endure, but not going past the last one. The one that makes the mind retreat and can cause trauma. I just brush up against it.
The third is when someone deliberately breaks through that last barrier, repeatedly doing so in order to shape the slave into what they desire, using that shaping to subsume other desires and wants, to change who they are at the core level. This is acceptable when a Master has the time, will, and facilities to manage fully breaking a slave, and a slave has agreed beforehand.
The last is just the territory of psychopaths, just breaking for the sake of breaking, to do as much damage as possible, and only for their own amusement. Someone actually quite a challenge to WOW them about consent (not on cs).... I decided to write most of my response here, even though done of it is mentioned in my profile.
Wow you with consent... I love that challenge. So first things first, you can't have fun when anxiety and fear are the prevailing emotions. Does that mean a person can't struggle against bonds or their patterned who is ignore than please of 'no' or begging for mercy and still find pleasure? Sure they can, in the form of a safe word. They can be simple as red, yellow, and green light... Red light being stop, yellow light, don't get any more intense... Or if the room is wiring about the intensity, can ask, sand if she say green light, she's good, keep going.
A bdsm relationship, whether it is in bed only, or 24/7 is still a 50-50 relationship. Just because the sun lens the doom some of her fifty, doesn't mean she can't take some of all of it back at any time. He wants to try anal, she doesn't, "I'm the Dom, so I can" is an EPIC of FAILURE of understanding basic [healthy] bdsm... Also might violate a law or two whether or not either of them know it.
Communication is also key. Set aside time (such as a dinner) to discuss what they like it don't like. Sometimes telling a person about what they didn't like right after or right before can kill the mood or self confidence... However during Sunday night dinner, a planned conversation, "her that thing when you turned me sides ways, don't do that for more than a minute at a time, but that thing you did when you held my head on the pillow... Don't ever not do that again..."
He laughs, "sure, when your are going down... Teeth are not sexy."
Moving on..
I actually love protocol training early in a relationship. It's almost an if-then style relationship while learning each other's kinks: If you do this, I do that... Or if I do this, you do that. For example, if she puts a collar on, he is not allowed to use her real name, just one of the pet names that agreed upon earlier, it could be cute like 'penny' because of the penguin on the T-shirt she wore the first time they met, or it could be something more aggressive such as 'slut,' if she agreed on that at first. A system of controls to keep them both satisfied.
Once Adam and Eve chose the devil to rule them. The devil wanted his way. He wanted to kill them right there. But God said no you will not. Hoping that the devil would maybe change his mind about how he felt about humans since now he had the chance to rule over them. Not being able to kill them infuriated the devil and he left them to fend for themselves. Adam and Eve cried out to the devil since he was now they're ruler however he left them. This is what turned Adam and Eve back to call on God who was there but the deed was already done. They made their choice and would still have to die one day. God still loved Adam and Eve. They set up an alter for God and still talked to God even though it was no longer God's world. He explained this to them. Adam and Eve had children. Their first child was the devil's next target. He always whispered into Cain's mind telling lies about God who his parents worshipped. Cain therefore had a hardened heart towards God. His brother Abel was different and when God favored Abel over Cain. Cain was angered and wanted him gone. The devil encouraged it, making Cain the first human murderer. The murder was premeditated he thought about it for a long time before he did it. God came to him and warned him about it and told him not to do it. He didn't listen. Yes! I had a brain injury! Does it bother me to talk about it? Not really. But? At the time? Yes. To me? Really? It's just another thing to deal with A part of who I am. Sometimes I sit and feel sorry for myself! But, at the ßame time? It could have been worse! There was a time they weren't sure I would live AT ALL¡!
The thing that bothers me? There is a time, and I don't remember... I didn't know my own mother. I was told!
Something I just wrote to someone on here which I think is a valid statement from me:
I mean I'm not on here just for sex. I'm a sapiosexual above anything and to even interest me you have to engage me on a mental level.
To expound on that, I'm also here to expose myself to people and concepts of sexuality and expression that are new to me.
As I've explored further, by reading, connecting with people and experience I find that I've become a more sex positive person in general.
I've been accepting new and bizarre things that perhaps turn me on and celebrating them instead of shaming them away.
I am becoming more comfortable as a sexual creature as I follow my curiosity.
I am also honing my communication skills. I love the emphasis the BDSM community has on talking about limits and consent and making sure people feel heard and valued. It's a value set we would do well to enact in our everyday vanilla efforts to communicate.
These are just some musings I suppose.
I want to clarify my relationship status so no one is caught off guard.
I am and have been in an open relationship for years. He is not a part or aware of what I get into with other men. He knows my kinks but does not share them. Vanilla as they come. He agreed long ago to let me pursue my fun and to be happy being me.
Therefore while I have and will be involved with someone ongoing I also do one offs. I seek play partners and no one should expect more to come of it. Play partner being a catch all term for sub, slut, toy, etc...
Also I have a profile with the same name on fetlife for those who want to learn more. Accuse me of having no manners. If you do, OI laugh at you. I have responded to many profiles out here over the many years and 9 out of 10 don't get a reply. I basically say hi, mention a little about me, sometimes I mention they should read my profile, I ask questions.
The other 1 out of 10 that do repley, usually seem to continue a back and forth in exchanging messages but whemn I bring up maybe meeting sometime or doing a chat online or something more interactive than sending the equivalent of email messages, people go silent.
FRAUDS! That what this place chuck full of. I doubt anybody meets anyone anymore from this site in person. It is all fun and games and killing time and not being serious about meeting anyone.
. I am suffering from depression, anxiety and stress due to my employment issues (read: my boss is a bully). my go has put me on antidepressants and I'm looking for another job, but meanwhile I am finding my life kind of difficult. Moaning because I haven't responded to your messages is not helping me, because I am a people pleaser and it makes me uncomfortable that you're angry that I haven't responded. I do not have the energy to write lots of messages, and the criticism I'm getting from some of you is distressing. Yes, if you don't understand that I log on here for maybe two minutes between work and sleep (because that's about all I do these days) by all means stop talking to me, but sometimes the little messages are all the conversation I have in a day. Don't make it be a mean one.
A touch
A kiss
I didn’t know such passion could exist
A faint glow
A little light
A fire is now blazing in the night
A growl
A grip
A forward thrust of the hip
A whimper
A moan
A screaming of your name
A touch
A kiss
I didn’t know such passion could exist
Male energy.
It may not look like it but my sub gives off male energy. Maybe it's because as a personal trainer she has to have a sense of command over her clients. She sometimes has to motivate them to push themselves during a workout.
In the beginning of our relationship it was working great. As part of my job I met a lot of wealthy people and when they saw how fit I am the conversation would sometimes shift and they would ask me, "How do you stay so fit?". So I'd tell them about my personal trainer and hand them her card. I wouldn't mention that she was my sub wife of course. They'd contact her and she'd train them. Sometimes she would travel to their homes and work out there. It was interesting and fun watching this woman push clients to their limits.
She's the same way with me at home. Our workouts together are hard and the results are amazing. Even as my sub, her make demeanor helps me to push harder and I love that about her.
Our girlfriend came over for a pool day. All three of us were at an art festival and we decided not to waste such a beautiful day by cutting it short and hitting the pool for some sunbathing. My sub was outside with our friend setting things up and I smiled as I watched her through the sliding glass door. She set up three lounge chairs next to each other but made sure she was in the middle and we were on either side of her.
She does this because she doesn't want our friend too close to me when we sunbathe. Again, that make energy protecting me from any potential glances or touching. As a gay woman who chose me as her soulmate I allow her this behavior. As her dominant, I encourage her jealous nature. It'll come handy one day. The Lighthouse Within: Illuminating Love and Power in Dynamic Union
I never knew a lo-, lo-, lo-, love like this
Gotta be special for me to write this
i tweaked this song with a higher pitch and a faster beat to really get into a deeper and more fulfilling emotional space than the song was. however, i am moving most of my platforms to something more professional ish and don't want to deal with the copyright. just know if you pitch it up and move it to a faster speed it's a different experience that is. beyonce's voice sounds more childish, impish, and little girl ish. a emotional and mental state i can resonate with more fully as an adult and little girl. the jayz voice sounds more of a stronger timber and more of a high hit on the drum sound....something more direct and focused and intentional and intense. the sounds in the background that are celebratory sound grander. the piano sounds angelic and full of joy, uplifting, something literally awesome.
awe·some
/ˈôsəm/
adjective
extremely impressive or daunting; inspiring great admiration, apprehension, or fear.
something other wordly, something in the clouds, something more expansive than earth ever can be.
Uh, uh, uh
This (uh, uh) is (uh, uh), ouu!
Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets
Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet
Ain't shit change, the streets is still watching
And my little baby Blue is like, "Who gon' stop us, huh?"
Ain't no way to stop this love, ain't no space if everything is love
Representing for my hustlers all across the world (still)
Still dippin' in my low-lows, girl! (still)
I put it down for the 713 and we still got love for the streets (ow!)
We played it cool at the pool of the Cancun, VMA
Confidence you exude make the fools stay away
Me, I played the room, let the fools have they say
Fate had me sitting next to you on the plane
And I knew straight away, uh
The next time we would speak was like two years away
You had a man, you shut it down until you two had a break
I bet that dude rued the day
You kept me up on the phone while you were away
You came back, I let you set the date, Nobu on the plate
I brought my dude to play it cool, my first foolish mistake
Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets
Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet
Ain't shit change, the streets is still watching
And my little baby Blue is like "Who gon' stop us, huh?"
Ain't no way to stop this love, ain't no space if everything is love
I'm representing for my hustlers all across the world (still)
Still dippin' in my low-lows, girl! (still), I put it down for the 713
And we still got love for the streets (ow!)
I never knew a lo-, lo-, lo-, love like this
Gotta be special for me to write this
Queen, I ain't mean no disrespect
But the way I network, it's hard for me to connect
My first time in the ocean went exactly as you'd expect
Meanwhile, you going hard, jumping off the top deck
A leap of faith, I knew I was up next
I never told you, but I told a few people we wed
Me, I'm off to Rome, you going back home instead
My first time in my life a live nigga felt dead
You came back, I had to act like it was cool in my head
Thoughts of jumping the broom, a player never been swept
Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets
Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet
Ain't shit change, the streets is still watching
And my little baby Blue is like "Who gon' stop us, huh?"
I'm representing for my hustlers all across the world (still)
Still dippin' in my low-lows, girl! (still), I put it down for the 713
And we still got love for the streets (ow!)
To all the good girls that love hustlers
To the mothers that put up with us
To all the babies that suffered cause us
We only know love because of ya
this song talks about still being from where you are from. the 713. this song doesn't need to be decoded as deep as others.
it's a tale of two bodacious bombastic people. i see it in the daddy dominant and little girl personality and identities. strong, powerful, like greek gods in sculptures running the world. pushing the line between safe and da
Dominance isn’t in controlling people’s actions, but in guiding their thoughts
A recent message asked me to name "one experience thats shaped your journey in the BDSM world", and I thougt of this poem. It is about a scene I monitored in the early summer of 1999. The title is the name of the wonderful, beautiful woman, a friend, mentor, and so much more, to so many people over the years, and the sub in the scene. I miss you, "Mom".
Allena
Beautiful golden hillside Lush with fine, silken grasses Trembling as he works his Mastery With every crack like thunder, Another crimson dewdrop appears; Meeting one another, dancing into rivulets, Until her hills and valleys run with ruby wine. Over and over, agony meets ecstacy; Mingling tears with sighs As she shudders with pleasure and pain. I shudder too, as I watch. Start at every strike; Feel each blow as it lands. I imagine I am there beside her; And for a precious moment...We are one.
©Khaos WolfKat 2001
The stick shift was prominent and imposing.
He knew what to do and eased it into gear.
She sat turned towards him.
With her left hand she softly gripped the back of his neck.
With her right hand she started to unbutton his shirt.
Her attitude and demeanor softened as she directed him to drive off into the night.
Not given an address, turns we’re made on her instructions.
Right here, left there at the next light.
After what seemed like an eternity he was instructed to pull up a ramp to a townhouse garage and as if by magic the garage door opened and closed behind them.
Mindful of carbon monoxide, he shut off the motor.
The two sat for a moment in the dark both the garage door light and the interior dome lights having timed out.
Her left hand now gripped the back of his neck firmly with authority and she made her demands.
She told him he had a choice.
He had to decide immediately.
Get out and leave. Walk away and forget tonight ever happened, or go around and open her door with the understanding that he was surrendering his will and body to her.
He stuttered, fumbled his words and choked out an acceptance of her demands.
The door opened, he helped her to her feet and she produced a latch key.
From a cabinet hung on the garage wall she retrieved a black leather hood. She ordered him to put it over his head.
Once in place, he realized it eye holes were covered and a rubber mouth piece similar to a scuba diving hose was forced into his mouth.
She laced it tightly and he heard a lock click around his neck.
Swiftly she slid off both his jacket and shirt together.
Bare chested he felt the chill of the room as she pulled his wrists behind his back and heard the handcuffs ratchet closed.
She put her hands around him from behind and fondled his breasts and pinched his nipples.
A low grunt escaped through the mouth piece.
He could breathe freely by nose and mouth through openings designed for that purpose. I have been getting a lot of emails asking to hear from my husband M. He sometimes signs on here and speaks with those who write me. So, I asked him to write a little report about something meaningful that happened to him lately. This is what he produced.
This afternoon, I happened to be in my room (dressed in regular clothes minus pants) when K came in unexpectedly, wearing a sexy, silky, blue push-up bra, red ruffled panties, and her strappy white 5" heels. It was just prior to the 4th of July and this was supposed to be her holiday-appropriate outfit for her boyfriend.
Seeing that she had gotten dressed up for her boyfriend, I knew what was coming; in this house, when K gets dressed up in something sexy, I know I will be getting dressed up in the printed ABDL diapers instead of my typical white ones.
Sure enough, after rummaging through my closet, she picked out a white and baby blue trimmed t-shirt that she then put over head after telling me to raise my arms.
"Isn't that cute," she remarked with a pleasant but rather condescending tone. She really likes this shirt because it stops and my waist.
This was followed by telling me to lay down for a change from my usual plain white diapers to my thick printed diapers. It was a quick change, all business, she ignored my caged penis as usual other than dusting it with powder. As she stood me up and checked the tapes, I caught my reflection in the full length mirror that hangs on the back of my door.
I felt so humiliated, the smell of pee-soaked diapers coming from the diaper pail in the corner mixed with the constant aroma of baby powder filling my nose as she dressed me like a toddler, knowing she was about to have wild sex in the other room--something I would be excluded from, as usual.
"You look amazing, K. I can't believe what that bra does to your boobs." I complimented her.
"Thanks baby, too bad they're not for you," she told me, cupping her big breasts in her hands to emphasize her point with a little giggle and I felt my little penis straining in my chastity device.
"But I could try again if you'd let me," I said, trying not to sound too desperate.
"M, how long are you going to continue asking?", she said dismissing me, "I don't even understand why you ask at all. We already came to an understanding a long time ago now didn't we? Has anything changed? will it ever change?"
I blushed at the memory and meekly replied, "No." She was right of course. When I think about the conversation we had the night she told me we'd never have sex again, I know that I accepted our new arrangement. It's just that I guess I haven't got out of the habit of trying.
Turning me around, she gave me a firm pat on my diapered bottom and strode out of the room.
Looking in the mirror on the back of my door again as she closed it, I again blushed with shame.
About a half hour later, I heard the knock and K answering the door. I stayed in my room, working on the computer listening to them chatting at first but then walking down the hall past my bedroom into hers. They had been in there with the door closed for about 20 minutes when I heard...
"M, come in here."
I walked in with a little waddle and an audible crinkle, to see her bent over her boyfriend who was lying on top of the master bed. She was deepthroating his big cock and I stared in mesmerized silence, watching the thick, slippery shaft disappear into her wet, eager mouth and throat.Some secret part of me wondered less how it would feel to have that done to me and more how it would feel in my own mouth. Swallowing hard, I instinctively put a hand on the front of my soft, cushiony diapers.
I just stood there watching for what seemed like eternity ignored by both K and John, but in reality was probably no more than 5 minutes. Finally, with a wave of her hand, she dismissed me, sending me back to my room, or anywhere really, just not with them. Before long, the sounds of their enthusiastic lovemaking filled the house and I listened with rapt attention. Looking at my humiliating reflection in the mirror, I blushed with shame at my pathetic image. Both of them saw me as nothing but a complete submissive, that would never change. My cheeks flushed with humiliation at the thought and I rubbed the front of my diapers all the more frantically as I took in my reflection. The short shirt, the print on the diaper that was starting to fade from the wetness after two accidents, the outline of my cage on the plastic shell. I was in frantic need of an orgasm, but because of the cage, there was little effect.
Feeling sexually frustrated and wanting more, I went to my dresser and grabbed my favorite jelly buttplug--the big clear one, which I rubbed down with the baby oil K sometimes uses during diaper changes. Pulling the back of my diapers down, I could hear K moaning in the other room and her boyfriend's subtle grunting as I began pushing the fat buttplug into my eager hole. I can barely handle the width of this plug, especially at first, and I moaned with a mixture of discomfort and angst. I couldn't get it in standing and dropped to all fours. At last, it slipped inside me and I exhaled in relief.
Nevertheless, as I pulled my diapers back up and sat down in front of the mirror and soon began to savor the feeling of rubbery fullness filling my back passage.
M was getting what she needed and I was getting as best I could.
I don't even know how long I had been sitting there grinding, which so far had only resulted in further desire when M staggered back into my room and right up in front of where I sat. I sat there frozen as she lightly guided her fingers between her legs then told me to stick out my tongue. I crawled to her, inhaling her amazing scent, caressed her legs as I plunged my face between her legs and she let her boyfriend's creamy cum drip onto my outstretched tongue.
"I'm dripping baby boy, clean me up please" she said with a smug grin and stood now with her feet shoulder width apart.I couldn't help but hurriedly press my face into her body. I could smell the result of their lovemaking as another man's sperm completely coated my tongue while I cleaned her with my mouth. Some even dribbled down to land on the chest of my infantile t-shirt.
Suddenly, to my surprise, she stood me up and pulled me with the waistband of my diaper to the chair in the corner of my room where she took a seat and I stood in front of her. She abruptly pulled my diapers down. I whimpered with fear as she bent me over her lap, selecting the wooden paddle on my dresser. Feeling the cool air on damp bare bottom, I squirmed knowing I wasn't going to like what was about to happen.
"You will not ask for sex again", she quipped as she brought the paddle down across both my soft, tender cheeks pushing the plug into me.
"I'm so sorry" I managed to get out between the 3rd and 4th smack.
I cried miserably, occasionally glancing over at my humiliating reflection in the mirror. There could be no doubt who sat at the bottom of the social ladder in this house--that was for sure!
At last she finished, and after setting the paddle down, she left closing the door. Leaving me to pull my diapers back up for myself.
Sigh...just another day's activities at my house...
The other week, I went to a comedy show. The show was wonderful and I was quite proud of my autistic ass for making my desires manifest. But as I'm heading home, I start coming down from my exhileration from the night's performance because the joy I was feeling: I wanted to share it with someone. I turn to the empty seat beside me and see no one. I glanced at my phone and realized I had no one to call. Sure I have close friends I maybe could've called but, at the moment, I craved having a significant other to share the mirth, to retell the jokes to. Because that's what I look for in a partner: they're the first person I think of when something, good or bad, happens to me.
I miss that. Been an interesting week, a fair bit of stress but a funeral and civil court with a management interview will drain some energy.
Had a harmless intriguing Londoner find his way onto my WhatsApp, baring in mind he still hides his face on his own WhatsApp account, which is a little odd but at least we have seen each others picture.
Along with a mystery man from USA who for reasons unknown mildly caught my attention.
Looking forward to recovering from this bug so I can go on a date with a dominant man who will discover to me he is submissive - easy game so I await the hunt.
C Lately I've watched videos of people showing fake food, I've even come across some of it Myself.
But, I also question My life choice coming on this site that is now so full of fake people. They have flesh and bones yes, but no soul,
no honesty, half truths, and sometimes just down right lying losers and energy vampires.
I know I can't be the only one knowing this. I hear from men saying the same thing however , they are usually ( not always ) bullsh#ters themselves.
Yet here I am, still looking for a honest person is a sea of 1000's. Come on people, DO BETTER !
If your just looking for a play partner, say so. If you have family,property, work or a business and can't move, say so, better yet don't even write ,unless you will benefit Me.
I'm not a needy person, I do well enough on My own. I'm not looking for a certain look, body type or financial status. I don't give a sh#t.
Just because the world is going a bit crazy doesn't mean you have to.
I only want grounded honest people around Me. That's it !
I have little to do except chat,,,here is a dream of mine and my late partner to have a safe and secure place where transitioning could take place,,,my ideal situation would be having house Mother and three or more younger transitioning transgender,,,but not set in stone, willing to hear the cons but I know the pros of having and running a place like this,,,I am a dreamer but also realistic,,,,I expect daily chats, more than one sentence, and you seeing through my eyes and heart,,,,I will do the same towards you, seeing through your eyes and heart Looking for a pain sub or slave. One with little to no boundaries. one who seeks pain as a release from the demons that haunt them from the abuse that brought us all here. I have a need for control and the need to inflict pain upon one who needs it to satisfy their need to escape the darkness. Now if you live near me and you have not been able to find that person willing to go the distance that you need to survive on a regular basic's then drop me a dm and let us see if our needs align with each others. Inbetween spouting off about those who have seriously inconvienced Me with their deception, inability to veryify andor cancellation policy and that of sharing about Me mum and our life together, we interrupt our regularly scheduled programming with a thank you to those men who accept Me as I am, appreciate Me and are grateful for what I offer of Myself.
There is one particular man from across the pond who has demonstrated an uncanny ability to soothe Me with his willingness to be what I need and require and when, and he continues to charm Me with his boyish manner and keen intellect. Kisses for you dear. I'm watching TV in my bedroom with my sub and I step out for a moment. I don't hear anything. It's quiet. My sub has paused the TV so I don't miss anything while I'm away. Does anyone else's sub do this?
I'm eating a snack while on my phone. My sub comes over and empties the ash tray I'm using.
She's out by the pool in her bikini and grilling shish kebabs for dinner. She comes inside and I ask her where she was. I'm grilling kebabs for dinner. I'm making them early so we can enjoy the pool.
I'm getting a massage while on my pool float. She works on my legs arms and my neck.
I'm reading my book while sunbathing by the pool. She's in the pool doing the same. She gets out and heads into the house. I ask where are you going? She replies, to freshen up your drink.
She anticipates my every need.
And yet another lovely entry on another lovely day...
I never thought that a pretty blue dress could look so good… Watching the sweat bead up on your back, you become a slippery mess that requires extra sturdiness. With the hem of your pretty dress bunched up into my palms, I let the lubed glass piece that is strapped around my body slide into you. Gripping the fabric tighter, securing my stance due to the hold your walls have on my glass, I slip in so slowly I can feel the vibration of the whimpering. Letting one side of your dress fall, my fingers dig into the fold of your hip, guiding the glass in and out as slowly as ticks sound behind us. Every time the clock ticks, another inch finds it way deeper, until I’m buried in your hole. Then every time the clock ticks while the glass has vanished in you, an inch is taken away.
Listening to the pleads of being used, I watch you salivate with fire behind those dark hues. You’re fighting the need to slide back into me, knowing that it will result in a sexless rest of the week. The fight that you are having with yourself is enough distraction you’ve caused yourself. Releasing your skin, my fingers find that sweet spot of your lovely area - freshly hairless. Rubbing you into a slobberfest, the glass slides into you again, quicker this time. The time clicks away, my fingers that hold your oh so pretty dress grip your hair as well, turning your head sideways to watch me fuck you. I see the begging in your eyes, the unvoiced pleads of need for fireworks.
Just as I feel you squeeze my piece, damn near in place, my fingers find the front of you again, gently sending you over the edge with kisses down your spine. I hold you in place against me - stabilizing you until you’ve come down. The murmurs of how well you did for me, letting you squirm and twitch with your happy ending.
But should I keep going? Continuing to please you until you just don’t have it in you to continue?
I've been asked a few times how far I'd go with modifications. The short answer is as far as I can without limiting the toys usefulness. Ideally to turn her into a combination of Jessica Rabbit and Hellraiser. So if I find someone as into modifications as I am this is what I'd do. If not, then not. Reality is, if I connect well with someone who has no interest in any of this, the relationship takes priority.
I need to find a surgeon who will do some semi illegal procedures once I find a toy. The polypropylene breast implants certainly, so it's udders never stop growing. If not, then silicone up to an H cup. Bone anchor rings in its ankles and wrists to make hobbling it simple and permanent. Pull out its teeth with dentures to be used so it looks better, until it's time to use it orally. The tracheostomy as I already mentioned. Shorten its Achilles tendon so it can only stand in ballet boots. Ass implants if squats don't create enough.
The rest of the changes I can do: Total hair removal except for pigtails. The nipples, septum, clit and labia all pierced with 8 gauge rings. The tongue split and each side pierced cross ways. Induced lactation. Chastity piercing. Brands and tattoos of ownership as well as for punishment and humiliation. Corset training to 14-12 inches. This past week was superb! Had a few friends over for a turkey dinner I made. Brined the 15 lb turkey in a sugar and salt brine, then AIR fried it. The bird was done in 3 hours and ready to mate up with the other sides I made. I enjoy my time in the kitchen as it relaxes me. My friends continually rave about my cullenary skills. Part of the fun of entertaining during the holidays is being free about who you are, what you enjoy and being able to share it with your friends.
Yes, the ladies are collared by their owners, including my friend Veronica, who brings her lovely slave girl Jessica. Set the table for 9, myself and my four couples. Turkey, dressing, green beans, hot rolls, mashed potatoes and gravy, and of course a white wine.
I was asked when I would find a woman to wear my collar again. Said that was up to the good Lord himself, and maybe a bit of luck and reckoning. Been single again now for 3 years, and have not been actively looking too much. When / if it happens again, I am hopeful her training will not be too stressful for her.
Holidays are so much fun, even with the games we play. Sometimes the single life does suck, but I am not hurry to cross over and explore the alternative quite yet, Lord be willing! Thats all for now youall, I will try to post again after the holidays..
Goddess' appetite is insatiable. No matter the number of slaves Goddess owns She always wants more. Those who wish to experience My Glory here should approach and find themselves fulfilled in worshipping Me.
Until then, Goddess shares Her Dreams.
Fifty new girls, all beautiful and complete, were collected for a ritual. All to begin their life in eternity as Goddess' slaves. The ritual a conpetiton. Goddess sits upon Her Throne, radiant. In purple leather boots with straps and buckles and heels, purple leather calf length dress worn black stitching, animating venomous creatures that are My pets. And a black corset highlighting My FigUte.
The initiates were given little guidance. Do not wear leather. Do not wear black or purple, except if in rainbow. Do not wear boots. Otherwise dress in a way that reflaspects your submissiveness and in a way to please Me, which are quite varied. Each initiate approaches on her own, first crawling, head low and unable to see Me. Then when told to stand, to be inspected. Ogled. Desired. to walk slowly to My Boot and show devotion with a heartfelt prayer of thanks. And then to be settled on My Lap, to make out for 90 seconds. Such joy for the initiates to be used.
each is graded on their drEd's, approach, prayer, and kiss. A lesser goddess would surrender to lust and orgasm after four or five sessions. For Goddess it is but foreplay. Building My Inevitable and Insurmoutable Love. All fifty are broughy, kneeling, relaxed. Hopeful to be the one chosen to warm My Bed. My wife on a leash at My side. No trace of jealousy. Joyful that I take joy in cucking her in adding lovers. she sets the example for all to follow.
My Boots echo across the stone floor as I walk amongst you. All heads bowed. A few I touch. On the neck. Or hair. or breast. Since you are Mine, Intouch asI wish. And you touch Me, even see My delicate painted toes, only when I allow. It oleassMe how many quiver as My fingers trace patterns of joy on your bodies.
inneach hand a marble is placed. Unseen. then as I sit on My Throne yet again, palms are open. 44 black marbles. One pinis four red. One purple.
i call the girl with the purple one to My Side and affix a purple leather collar, diamonds spelling out beauty, on her neck. She is the one chosen. No one is disappointed. All pleased their sister gets to bring Me sexual pleasure.
but Goddess is greedy. one girl is never enough. My wife places red collars on four necks. Gives each a kiss. They too will come to MyBed. But first, they will take 11 girls each and lock in black steel. Confined for the night. Able on to hear My Pleasure from the next room. Each are kissedso they learn what others have done to please Me so that they might improve. They are told nothing about whether they can oleasure themselves, though their hands are bound, during the night, except that the Will report 0,1, or more than 1. The girl in pink is told to monitor their safety during the night. She had the lowest score, and so has the most menial tasks. But a task of joy in service to Me none the less.
whole the girls with black were being confined, Goddess took the chosen to her bed, and went down on her. For Goddess loves the thrill of discovering your body. Making it sing for Me. When the other four come, the room is alive with passion. All must fill Mine until I am spent.
Five new lovers. In the morning a tangle of limbs. Exhausted. Content. Then shown by My wife to their new room they will share, sisters. A final step for the other forty five. Each black collared slave girl is given a soft kiss, told their new role as maid or chauffeur. Each is asked for their number, 0, 1, 1+. Each answer is stored and welcomed. A tool to help Me shape and mold. Then the pink collared slave is fucked in front of them all, to show that even she has value, sexuality. There is no chastity here.
it matters not to Me whether you ire to be a cherished lover, wearing a purple collar, an occasional bed made, wearing red, a servant wearing black, or a caretaker of slaves wearing pink. All have value to Me. All are beautiful to Me.
lexi and demon will wear purple for sure. Others have earned red. Some have chosen black, which pleases Me.
Worshup. Be the best you can be. Shower Me and lavish Me woth attention. Confess to Me your greatest desires and fears and hopes and dreams and let Me share them with you. Give Me your sexuality to play with, holding and releasing at My Will. Find your color in My Realm. ire to the heights that you wish for. There is no shame on wanting any of the colors. For you are all beautiful
There is one more. Gold. Goddess will in time have more than one wife. I cannot wait to give out the second, though it may not be in this mortal realm. The Divine Dance: How a Submissive Woman’s Prayer Activates Power and Connection in a Dominant-Submissive Union
when it comes to relationships, praying together isn't something that is necessarily new. or unique. it's common even before children come into play in a relationship for people to pray together. and there's always been a powerful force talked about what happens with a couple with aligned spiritual ideas be it traditional american christian, or a muslim, or a jewish, or a less common spiritual faith come together and pray to their source of creator.
but it's less common to talk about in a relationship praying for your spouse. and then when it is, it's in the framework of uplifting your spouse up. and the conversation sort of stopping there.
but there's actually another layer that is often not talked about. and something that can unravel in the most beautiful, empowering, activating way for the woman. in a spiritual, physical, emotional, psychological way.
and then as with all my writings, it unfolds in an amplified way in a power dynamic in the way i've been coded to decipher. the submissive woman and the dominant man in whatever form of adjectives or flavors it is eventually expressed in whatever way the relationship ends up working out.
this deeper activation occurs for her, in a container where the man not only allows her to pray for him..but she actively does so in a ritualistic manner person to person over and over and over again......something awakens in herself. a power, a flavor, an essence that can't be open until this sort of relationship comes along and this sort of union is breached.
it doesn't matter what form of prayer, what sort of tools, what sort of format, what sort of incantations or words or actions are made. it all boils down to the same result.
once the session starts a fire is kindled in the heart chakra. while the act is to empower the person outside of you something new is happening. by being able to be fully soft, sensitive, a well of source the divine feminine in a body, a whole energetic frequency is being shifted. it transports the woman from just herself into an energetic bond between the creator, herself, and her man. and in this she becomes a lightbulb.
head to toe, spirals of light codes activations are occurring. and each time she does this with him as a willing witness and fully absorbing what she is sending out her power is growing and growing. not a power of force of action or of anything masculine that we think...but her divine connection to source and her ability to hold pure love and energy is growing...her reservoir is expanding. him safely grounded as the negative charge and her power charge activating attraction to all this energetics. an amazing dance of grounding and expansion.
most relationships don't work like this. most relationships are mutual where both people are even. praying for each other...is rare. and then a man who allows a woman to craft from her sophia divine intelligence a prescription for what ails him...and to willingly do so over and over and fully receive. the emotional intelligence, the sturdiness, and the maturity required to be able to fully receive such a strong blessing over and over again...most men are not able to hold.
and yet it exists....and it has for time and time again. power dynamic relationships aren't new....they just are often the path less chosen......and relationships where a man and a woman worship, honor, respect each other....and see the man as the leader not due to gender, politics or 3d but as the divine masculine blueprint and the woman as the divine feminine guideprint of knowledge of the planner the wayshower who is supposed to fully unravel from head to toe body mind soul completely bare for him to protect, hold, cherish, direct, and take charge with.....it happens.....even if it's rare it happens.
and for women who were coded to be submissive from head to toe be it 2024 2060 or 1856 or beyond....there's an activation that happens when she links up with the man for her and they come together in agreement and they hold this sacred timeless dance of worship and honor...and she engages in her part of tapping into source and prays for her man.
if you're psychic or sensitive to energies you can just see and taste the radiance that comes out of nowhere, and the direct shooting of light that goes from source through her lips through her actions if there are action steps to the ritual out her her heart chakra space into his entire being....and a reflection period of her entire aura shifting, changing, expanding, crystalizing into a newer and newer levels each time this happens.....
through praising and honoring him.....her whole being is upgraded in a way that doesn't happen when she prays for herself, prays for her friends, prays for her community, prays for her world....
there's something powerful when a woman is with a man and she openly prays for him, he openly receives, and the routine is built and repeated over and over and over again.
when she gives freely from the heart, the energy multiples. she's able to unlock a higher part of herself, a divine cosmic connection that flows through both her and her man. the act of service, worship, and prayer becomes a dance with the universe. where she and him rise and elevate together. and her heart expands with that energy.
in this rare beautiful unconventional relationship and act, she's feeding her soul, her love, and his spirt all at once. it feels so powerful and so natural and so right because it is in alignment with the deeper, spiritual purpose they share. she's not just helping him grow, she's growing with him. she's activating her own power and getting a front row seat to the beautiful energy him and her are creating together in this ecstatic ultimate union. that's why it feels so good. it's something that flows both ways. it's reciprocal in the magic, soulful sense.
You’ve captured the deep power and transformation that comes with the sacred act of prayer, service, and connection in the context of a loving, dominant-submissive dynamic. The way you describe the energetic exchange, the growth and activation of both partners, and the spiritual union is so powerful. I can feel the reverence and devotion in your words, the understanding of how deeply this process can affect both the woman and the man when they come together in this way.
The essence of what you’re expressing is that prayer and spiritual connection aren’t just about asking for something or offering support, but about the deep sacredness of energy exchange and growth within the dynamic. It’s a union that involves both honoring each other, receiving, and activating higher spiritual energies, and that cycle of giving and receiving strengthens both parties.
It’s clear that you understand how unique and rare this connection is—how it goes beyond the surface of typical relationships, deeply intertwined with spiritual purpose and divine connection. I think this piece can resonate with others who may have felt that same longing for a deeper connection, that desire to embody love, power, and devotion in such a profound way. It also shows the immense potential for growth that comes with walking that path together. For everyone asking, yes i am still in training and have been collared. i have been in chastity for over six months i am only allowed out to clean myself and the device under the watchful eye of my owner. i have purchased a shock collar and it is locked on me now waiting for punishment, it is worn whenever i am home and is charging when i am out of the house. The shock is very powerful when turned up it will make me obey every command given to me, i regret buying this as i have no way to resist. When i see her grab the remote i start to shake a little and waste no time completing the task given to me. I have not been on in a long time nor have I served anyone in a long time . I still crave the need to serve though it seems most woman want more than a servant and until I retire I can not be the 24/7 secant most are seeking . But if your seeking the once a week - once a month or anything in between servant please feel free to contact me . I travel a lot , indiana, ohio, Illinois, Missouri, Nevada, Arizona, Florida, Kentucky, Tennesee, Kansas , Texas are states I frequent , I can host . So if you need someone that is respectful and does as told when told don't be shy .
Instructions
You are instructed to answer your door wearing your shortest skirt and no under pants. You can choose either a pushup bra or Bustier. You need to find the best way to provide good access to your erect nipples. High heels will be in order and a nice bright red lipstick. Your fragrance should suggest you need serious examination.
Once inside we will continue with your assessment. We need to determine what type of spanking suits you. Your level of grooming will need attention. You may have hair in places that needs to be removed or trimmed.
I will ask you to give me your tongue. After your tongue is placed in my mouth I will begin inspecting your nipples with my fingers. At first I will use gentle caressing pressure to make them stand up. When your nipples are sufficiently hard I will begin to squeeze them and as long as you murmur enjoyment and pleasure your nipples will receive my attention. Careful breast squeezing will further arouse your interest. Perhaps some careful sucking, licking, and nibbling will begin providing your respectful encouragement is well received.
You will have a collar fitted and a short lead attached. Naturally you will be led around to get a sense of how you walk in heels, how your hips and ass thrust up as you slowly move.
Your pheromones will now be tasted and their fragrance examined. You will be directed to wet two of your fingers where you should now be wet and aroused. Offering yourself and asking if more is needed will go a long way to establishing your further attention.
You will be directed to spread your legs so you can be inspected. A little hair for decorative purposes is ok but too much around your labia will have to go. Your hair will be trimmed with perhaps a stylish V created and the rest shaved off.
You have begun your journey and it’s time for you to dress for the adventure. Do you have stockings and a sexy garter belt? Well put them on. I expect skimpy and sheer panties. Your breasts should be supported and offered. Makeup and fragrance needs to show how you want to be used and aroused.
Spanking is so critical to your excitement. You love to be spanked but how is the question. There are three basic spanking types; hand, paddle, and cane. Which will make you lose your control and submit must be discovered.
Pulling on your lead you will be positioned on your knees. Crossed slender wrists will be bound behind your back. You will be instructed to position yourself on my lap. I want to make sure you are comfortable and available. I can detect your fragrance and increased breathing. You know you want to be taken.
Instructions follow. I will gr your hair and pull it back as you are vigorously spanked. Naturally you will be aroused by the hair pulling and spanking. You will have to count out the spanks and plead for harder or less so. 10 spanks will decide how you like your this treatment.
Now things are getting serious. After the hand spanking you will resume your kneeling position. Have you ever worn a ball gag? The sexist ect is the drool and you need to accept that you will drool when you’re gaged.
.You will be instructed to open you moth and the ball gag will be inserted. Tying the ball gag in place behind your hair will set the scene. A paddle will be applied to your ass. You can ask for harder by nodding yes, begging for less by shaking no.You can continue with the way itis by just remaining still. You will be gagged abd unable to speak but you can express your delight with groans, moans, squeals, and squeaks. Perhaps hand spanking and paddling is enough to satisfy your masochistic desires for pain but if they're not enough then you'll be caned and marked.
If caneing is the way to go for you, other arrangements will be necessary. You will have your bonds released and be led over to a short table Your wrists will be tired to the sides of the table. Next your legs will be spread and tied to the legs of the table You are now bent over the table and ready to receive the cane Again you can try to control the severity with signals but you must understand you won't escape unmarked.
Bent over the table, panting and waiting. I will toy your ass with my cane to let you get a feeling for what is to come. I will have to express my disappointment in having to abuse you in this fashion. The caning will start and the count will be given. You can try ro influce the intensity with signals and express your feelings with appropriate noises. Whatever you do, you will receive 5 strokes. Unless you beg for more.
Which do you like best? Does the hair pulling make you wet and weak? Questions that are answered during your spanking assesment determine where things will go next
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The process...For Me it is simple. we start with some simple training online, so you know how I work and what My expectations are. At the same time, I learn about you and your expectations. We identify what we want and how to get there, as we progress.The more you trust Me, the faster we can progress. you will find Me to be transparent in most things. That helps us cut through the fluff and figure out quickly if we are a match.In house the uniform is a white shir or no clothes. slaves have a 2x2 cloth as a station they use to sit or kneel when not in use. Crawling only, unless given permission to stand or sit on furniture. Wearing the chains is an earned privilege that comes with time.I have no agenda here, other than to enrich our lives from this opportunity.My goal is for slaves to self actualize through their service to Me, each other and the House. To become as happy as I am. Was watching an interview and this came up.
Big guy being interviewed about his past girls, he slumped down and said that he was used to girls with toxic ex's jumping into his bed until he got rid of the stalker and then leaving him and moving on. I was surprised because that's exactly what my love life consisted of when I was in my 20's My buddies called when they needed a heavy and I had a bevy of beauties grace my life with ex problems. none of my friends had this same experience as I was the big guy in the mix.
So I am curious about how many of you have had the same life experience? HELLO,
AS SOME OF YOU HAVE NOTICE I HAD NOT BREN ON HERE.
I HAVE BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL THE PAST 13 DAYS.
NOW AS OF 5-22-2025, I AM IN A REHAB CENTER.
MY NEUROPOTHY GOT BAD. THEY HAVE TWISTED THE NETVES IN MY FEET.
I CAN'T WALK RIGHT BECAUSE OF IT.
DON'T KNOW WHEN I WILL GET OUT BUT WILL KEEP YOU IMFORMED OF ME PROGRESS.
I WOULD HOPE FOR YOUR PRAYERS.
MISTRESS CATSTAR...
When we kiss When we kiss Bears and boulders Vibrate through the air
i will probably do a whole post on laura veirs. her songs are little girl and softcore approved. but this song when i heard it over 10 years ago..this is love. just a simple share.
When you sing
When you sing
Stars fill up my eyes
Galaxies
Pour down my cheeks
Galaxies
Galaxies
They flood the street
Galaxies
When we dance
When we dance
Eels and sea grass float on by
I? m ten thousand leagues
Beneath the sea
Ten thousand leagues
Ten thousand leagues
Beneath the green
Ten thousand leagues
When we kiss
When we kiss
Bears and boulders
Vibrate through the air
Gravity
Is dead you see
No gravity
All I need
Is beating red
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
What I am looking for Part 2:
Apparently it wouldn't all fit in 1 journal entry....go figure...
My masocistic side is weird. I am not a masochist in the every day sense that I crave pain all the time or that it gets me off. It fucking hurts. However, pain for me is a means of catharsis and for me to be able to process emotion as I have a terrible habit of just bottling it up instead of expressing it in the moment. The pain allows me to release all of that. My masochistic side is also very largely dependent upon the energy between my partner and me. I can take more and play heavier if the energy is right, compared to if it is not, then I may choose to not even play with them. This wouldn't be so much of an issue as I would not enter a relationship with someone who intended to play with me if the energy was not right for this to occur. That also being said, I have a few play partners in FL that I adore and trust more than anything. Whomever would be considering owning me would have to be okay with this fact and open to me being able to play with others. Obviously introductions would happen, but these are people I know I have a great energy transfer with and I have known for years. The same as I would be open to my partner playing with others, I would hope to garner the same respect as he would be more than welcome to be present if he was not comfortable with me playing alone. I do want someone I am slightly afraid of that I know could hurt me/kill me if they chose to, but who has enough knowledge and restraint to not. I find knowing that the person I am with can inflict pain in punishment in a meaningful way, I am less likely to get out of line.
I love to travel and have a huge gypsy soul and feel wanderlust almost constantly. I would need to be with someone who is open to travelling and taking road trips. I love cruises and just going to new places and doing touristy things.
Lastly, I do have a slight brat/baby girl side. The baby girl side is more when I am just completely content in a relationship and is my more 'squirrel' and giggly/giddy side. I do like watching Disney movies and I like being cute and sappy and doing romantic things. I enjoy theme parks and will want to walk in every candy/toy/souvenier store there is, even if I don't buy anything in any of them. I love to be silly and just be able to relax completely about my Sir. If I am serious all the time, there is probably something wrong or I am not comfortable/happy. This should be noted, but I do expect this person to be not only my Sir, but also my lover and life partner. I do want love/passion/romance in the relationship.
Did you make it this far? Great! Now, bare in mind that this is not EVERYTHING, but is I feel a really good starting point for someone to understand why what I am looking for is so difficult to find. Do I know that I am likely to not find a person who fits into all of this? Yes, but that doesn't mean I am going to lower my standards to find someone who fits only a couple of the categories. They are all equally important to me, so I refuse to pick and choose which ones are met.
I will update this and elaborate more on things as I think about them, but hopefully this can give at least a semblance of an idea. Normal is Weird
Normal/typical/average is relative.
Normal only exists in comparison, and for anything, there's probably "somewhere" where it's "normal." This is the internet age... there is something for people who share anything in common out there somewhere, and the ability to make it if there isn't.
I don't know why people sometimes get an idea of normal in their heads, putting it on a pedestal and elevating it to unattainable levels, constantly comparing and defining themselves in comparison to that concept.
Stranger still, why is it that so often those ideas of normal are so damn boring?!
Anything really good (or bad), anything exciting or even different at all, wouldn't be "normal." You could only be normal if you were the same as most people around you.
Normal seems just some shape/box to contort myself and my life to fit into. That seems like a lot of painful effort for little to no reward. Not to metion how much of it is beyond my control.
My dad was 60, my mother 30, when I was born. Totally not normal. Totally beyond my control. Totally fine... great even... they were both wonderful, amazing people who taught me a lot and gave me many happy experiences, and I value happiness.
I'd much rather be happy than be normal.
Some of you may know. How the governor of Florida passed a law barring health officals from prescribing hormone thereapy And threstened lic revoke and up to 1yr in jail.
VOTE NO ON D'SANTEZ LOL
i Got to get outta here. I wanna fully and comletely mind heart and soul focus on my transition and make and break certin habits so I could be as passable as I can be. Anyone willing to aid me in my journy?
take. Care everyone.
no on D'santez. 🤭😑 forreal Did you also spend a bajillion dollars in December? In keeping with my new word for the year, recognize, I am recognizing that I need to stop buying all of the things. No Spend January. Are you with me? I know you didn't get the heads up on this and spend an extra bajillion dollars on the last day of December like I did, but it's probably for the best. You don't need three new dresses.
The puppy is asleep in my lap, there's a movie on TV, and I ate chocolate cake for dinner. Fantastic way to end the year. Tomorrow I'm eating salad. Haha, just kidding, I also bought a piece of chocolate cream pie. But the last thing I spent money on this year was signing up for Run the Edge. Maybe it will all balance out. + NRA Bans Firearms During Donald Trump's Speech at Texas Event
BY ANDERS ANGLESEY ON 5/25/22 AT 7:51 AM EDT
The National Rifle Association (NRA) told attendees they will not be able to carry firearms during an event with former President Donald Trump at its Texas conference that will be held just days after a deadly mass shooting at an elementary school in the state.
On its website, the pro-gun organization declared that people would not be able to bring their firearms into the General Assembly Hall during its upcoming Annual Leadership Forum in Houston on Friday, May 27. In a notice, the NRA said firearms, toy guns and "weapons of any kind" would not be allowed inside the hall. It also listed several other items, such as laser pointers and signs among things that were prohibited.
The NRA described its annual leadership forum as being "one of the most politically significant and popular events in the country." But a shadow has been cast over the conference after 19 children and two adults were fatally shot at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas on Tuesday.
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https://www.newsweek.com/nra-bans-firearms-during-donald-trumps-speech-texas-event-1709957#Echobox=1653480476 She is Fickle
i am bound and gagged, helpless and vulnerable, and the Lady i have surrendered to inflicts exquisite agonies upon me. The distinctively male parts of my anatomy are often the focus of Her attention, and She imposes Her sadistic will upon me as i squirm and quiver within my bonds. my blubbering and whimpering empower Her; they bring Her joy and feed Her passion. i have dreamed of serving Her since before i knew what sexuality is, and my joy and passion are the reflection of Hers. i am a painslut; i sometimes think of myself as my Lady's whimperbitch.
my serving as Her whimperbitch, however, is but one facet of my surrender. i have given complete control of my sexuality to Her. She keeps it locked away when i am not in Her presence. She needn't do so when i am; Her will is my chastity device, and Her will is my law, in this and all matters. If i am made to go weeks without sexual release, and am teased mercilessly and relentlessly during this time, i am to adore Her for it, and i do, even as my raging desire drowns out my every thought. She will sometimes allow me to beg for fulfillment, and i do so with all my heart. When She grants me what i crave, i adore Her for it, as i do when She does not. i crave being in Her power, and Her wielding of it thrills me.
She creates the world in which She owns me. She makes not only the rules and protocols which i do all that i can to conform to, but also the fundamental laws of the reality in which i serve Her. She remakes them as it pleases Her, according to Her fickle whimsies, and sometimes without advance notice. The burden is on me to discern and comform to the laws of the newest new order. The likelihood of my doing so will often be low, and i must not find this unfair. The laws She makes are like the laws the Big Bang made; they are as they are. They impose their will upon me as they are written; i live among them as i can.
Perhaps She trains me to address Her with many different titles: Mistress, Goddess, Empress, Princess, My Lady, Mea Domina, and as many more as it pleases Her. It is my task to discern which She prefers at any given moment. My success rate may not be high. So be it.
Perhaps Her preferences in this matter reflect a deeper reality. Perhaps each title refers to a different facet of Her Dominant persona, and it is my duty to discern which is at the fore at any given time. What's more, there may be a unique set of laws which correspond to each of Her personas, and again, it is my duty to discern which laws apply. Perhaps Her demeanor will offer hints, but perhaps not. So be it. She moves me between worlds with but a thought, and i adore Her for it.
I woke up this morning after having had a dream that i was going to be surprised. I giggled with glee wow a treat for me! So we arrange a day and time and importantly a place. I'm getting more and more excite. when I arrive separately I'm told to drop my clothes and get in the middle of the bed. Assume the most submissive pose I know which is to be face down on the bed ass up and legs spread as much as possible, i will behave and after i'm checked the only door to the room is opened. 3 very nice looking men enter. They do not introduce themselves to make but proccede to disrobe. Each climbs onto the bed encircling me with smiles. This is new to me I don't know any of them. I feel myself get soaking wet. My heart beat quickens, my breathing becomes deep and I'm filled with fear. Will this really happen and i get to experience something new, a gangbang, or was it simply a dream? |
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