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Moonsbowsonder I feel the cold metal of my collar against my skin, a constant reminder of my new reality. I had signed the contract and now, I wait, could be now, or maybe never. The system decided who bought me, who owned me, but until that day, no taxes. I got to live tax free from the moment that collar locked, I was no longer a tax paying citizen. I was just merchandise on a shelf.The beep that echoes through the bookstore signals my salvation and damnation in the form of a large, commanding man. Baxter.
He rushes toward me, his eyes filled with a primal hunger that sends a shiver down my spine. His hands roughly grab my arms, pulling me close as he examines me, his gaze intense and unyielding. I can't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer size of him, the power that radiates off his body.
"You're mine now," he growls, his voice deep and rough. His thumb brushes against the collar, a single drip of his blood and the control was engaged and I feel a jolt of electricity run through me at his touch. I'm his to command, his to use as he sees fit.
He leads me out of the bookstore, his grip tight on my arm. People on the streets shaking their heads, another collared removed from the system, less government money wasted. I can't help but feel a sense of excitement as I follow him, my body tingling with anticipation. I've been waiting for this moment for so long, my training leading up to this very moment, to take the collar you have to serve years if service school, but no bills, no taxes, and after the rules all changed, I had no choice.
As we enter his home, he turns to me, his eyes blazing with hunger. "Undress," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument, the collar filling with heat. I comply, my hands shaking as I remove each piece of clothing, revealing my curves to his gaze.
He watches me, his eyes taking in every inch of my body. "Kneel," he orders, and I obey, my heart pounding in my chest. He approaches me, his fingers tracing the outline of my collar. "You're mine now," he repeats, his voice softer this time. Then his hand clicks the l
Pegstresss I am not on your schedule!
You would be lucky to be on mine, period!
If you send me a message, I will reply on my own time and accord. If you are so impatient that you will delete the msgs sent to me, please keep that same energy!
If there are so many options out there, that you squander an opportunity with me then know.... I don't give second chances!
I easily get anywhere from 20-30 msgs daily, which makes it easy for me to get inundated or have lost msgs. So be patient, and possibly send a reminder to bump your msg or you can find me in chat and ask to speak with me there.
IMistressM
Do you have an all consuming foot fetish?
If so, you could be the foot slave I am looking for.
Duties to include full pedicures, moisturising, massaging and stroking etc.
you may also be used as a foot stool should I so desire.
you must be be no further than an hour from me ( East Sussex ) as weekly visits will be required if not more.
Shortlisted, you will be given my location and required to meet Me over coffee or wine, depending on my mood.
Reply with FOOT SLAVE in the title and garnish me with why you should be considered.
One line messages will be deleted. Stand out from the crowd.
M M
CarpeEros Thoughs over the years upon reading Journals and Priofile comments: On the one hand, yes, there absolutely are people here who are outright scammers as well cases of people flat out being dishonest about what they want and what they're ready to do. No question.
At the same time, words and phrases like "fakes" and "not serious" get so vague sometimes (exception: when sufficient context is provided by the person venting) that it can mean almost anything.
Fortunately not in conservations with me, but just watching others, this is clear.
So broad is the term, that 2 people can say it about each other and they can BOTH be correct...for one person not being serious oe nor being reality based means one thing, for the other, it means something else..Both can be correct accusing the other of it..while both might be honest.
And of course easy to overapply to others, less than fairly..
It would serve all best if Profiles and Journals didn't just vent about fakes-and-flakes and "people who are not serious" but were a lot more, or at least a little more, specific.
Not only because then we'd see that the journal or profile comment is not itself fakey-or-flaky or misrepresenting what was just a poor match...but simply because by stating parameters that were violated, clears up what you're looking for and what you're not looking for.
What you think is reasonable and what you think is not.
Then matches, for those of you looking for them, can have a better shot at success.
Happy New Year and wishing people a safe, prosperous, and fulfilling year ahead :-)
BullMeister What are the origins of My interest in the Master/slave dynamic? That's a question I have asked Myself many times and still find the answer elusive. Was it all those sword and sandal films I watched with the muscle bound men in chains? Or is it something deeper that drew me to those films and all the other images of lesser men serving a Superior? As humans, I believe we are drawn to others that confirm what we know is true about ourselves, My involvement in training and developing slave minds and bodies dates back to the mid 1990's. I was newly out in My mid 30's and drawn to the darker edges of the gay community I was exploring. I began to notice a man watching me in the leater/levi bar I had started frequenting. The man was not physically attractive but his intensity interested Me. I was curious. Asking others brought a common warning, "he's a werido stay away". I continued to ignore and then finally one day he spoke to me. his first word to Me was "Sir".
More later......
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MistressHowl A Click of theWheel and a new Cycle Begins, with sudden surprising promise and potential😳 Muses, Inspiration, and the awakening of things too long dormant. Huzzah!!❣️but tbh still feral wary .... and a bit gobsmacked😆yay?
Oak Moon Mother smiles down in all Her Glory, bathing me in Comfort and helping purge what no longer serves. And at Her heel is Yule, fulfilling the promise of Rebirth/Renewal .. and with its merry twinkle hints at the path full of new Adventures ahead. )O(
If all goes well, its proof Miracles do happen, and or that Majick Works hahaha
And if it turns out hes not My forever boi... Well...then at least itl'l be fun for awhile .. untl its Not.
Unrelated 12.28 update
Expect? Ive learned not to expect anything from anyone. Hellsbells even vanilla you cant expect common sense minimal manners or basic human decency smmfhHowever I do Appreciate Honesty above all,especially when its Hardest. Also..Consistency over time lol hmmm .. Intelligence, Curiosity, selfawareness, motivation and discipline that come from within, Loyalty Honor Devotion Integrity Empathy Passion, a great twisted sense of humor, and Wit which is not the same thing ..an exploring adventurous nature, talented hands and mouthAll great assets, but .. shrugs and smilesIm multifaceted and multidimensional, Adept and adaptableand tbh am only rigidly unflexible about particular Unacceptable tones, attitudes, behaviors, mindsets
Shadowing 8-23-2022 Tuesday night.. i took my shower, my daughter was over and left about 10 or 10 30 PM, i had started to feel chilled and for another blanket.. making for 3 blankets i had on top of me! After suffering so long, an hour or two, and developing a fever of 103.6 degrees. i decided i was not waiting until morning, hoping the fever may break overnight. EMS came, one of them ended up being a second cousin!! That was cool to meet a family member. They got me to the hospital s emergency room and i was kept there until 8 AM, i know this because i had to ask if i could get some breakfast while i was in the emergency room. i was diagnosed with an infection in my wound. For those that do not know.. i have two wounds on my back of my right thigh as the result of having lymphedema. The hospital did not say about becoming septic! That has happened, maybe four or more times, in the past. i stayed at the hospital until September 1st when they transferred me to a skilled nursing care facility for further wound care and therapy. i have not been updated with a tentative release date, yet. But it better come soon! my daughter is getting married next month on October 30th!! Therapy is going very well, they are so happy with my progress.
Girl2bdisciplined *** 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.
Aqua619 Who are You?
Ladies,
Do not be afraid to call it out: Manipulation-- Had a conversation with another dominant. We're both romantic and,sapiosexual. In the morning he wishedme "good morning."
The next thing I knew, he wrote ,"if thats all it meant to you" Yeah, that totally manipulative. We had a conversation. You didn't cross the Mason Dixon and save me from slavery.
Fantasy conversation: Homeboy starting talking about his cruise and staying a few day to spend time with me. Who are you and what are you talking about about?
Drive Thru Order: I want a woman to peg me. (Has no clue who you are,but thinks you're a menu item.) There are a few ways to respond. 1) This isn't a drive thru. Otherwise, you'd be
paying for your Happy Meal at window 2. 2) People in Hell want ice water. Are you volunteering?.
Home delivery: Dude asked if I traveled to Vegas. "Yes, I travel, but I don't deliver. I'm not pizza. Call Uber Eats for front door delivery.
skinprof I am finally in WV!
It was a hectic past three months.
I don't know what I would have done without my wonderful Dom, Tony!
It has taken four days to recover from the stress of moving.
With the weekend packing, loading, renting a huge cargo van, driving 6/7 hours, unloading and driving back for four weeks straight. All while working and saying goodbyes. Add to this, two parents having their separate issues, and projecting them...it's over!
I'm in a cabin with my pets.
Tony and I are working on adjusting.
He trying to find a remote position, so he can come this way.
Me trying to adjust to an area I have never been , and know not a soul here.
Setting up utilities, , registering, making sure mail gets to me, and all the things that go with a huge move.
I'm still unpacking, and then I have to get the cottage ready to lease.
That will be a bit weird for me, I reeeeally like my privacy.
But I need to set up passive income.
Lots to do, I miss you Tony💙💙
M.
masterpadrone I always find female dominatrix BDSM boring....
Well, to be honest, I find female dominatrix BDSM boring. I mean, don't get me wrong, I can see why some people might enjoy it(not me), but it's just not my thing even to talk or suggest. For one, for what I can see and feel very repetitive against males and paranoid .we males especially straight heterosexual are target by other genders as maniacs, perverts and worse not trustable which i always find very offensive even if there are many idiots doesn't mean we all the same but further more is the attitude of others gender want hunting down straight heterosexual males;in my life i never done anything not consensual . It's like everyone is following a predetermined set of rules towards males just to get credentials and reputations , which doesn't leave a lot of room for creativity or spontaneity.
Another thing that turns me off is the extreme nature of want to show their supremacy (when, how and with who) .
Overall, I think it's important for everyone to figure out what they like and what they don't like in their BDSM experiences.
Furthermore, I think that the stigma around male sexuality and the perception of men as potential perpetrators of sexual violence is untrue as not everybody are! As a straight heterosexual male, I feel that I am often unfairly targeted as a potential maniac or pervert, which I find offensive. The idea that there is a generation of women who want to hunt down straight heterosexual males is deeply offended me, especially as I have never engaged in any non-consensual behaviour in my life.
MissDAR I came to the conclusion years ago that most men are on this site because they aren't truely honest with themselves. So they have been on here long term, 1 year 5 years 10 years and more. Why ? Because they get comfortable in lying to themselves and eventually lying to others. I'm not actually talking about dom men. I'm more talking about sub/slaves. If your just looking for weekend kink , just say so. If your never going to move and your shoes are nailed down to the floor, just put it in your profile or tell people that.
If your never going to move but don't mind meeting someone and let her take control of your life , online, phone and meeting in person sometimes. No problem just say so.
The lies will ever get you anywhere. you might come on here in your 40's and next thing you know your in your 50's and beyond and just fooling yourself. Chasing something you'll never get. What a waste of time and a life. Do you think working and having some money means anything when your last breath is at hand ?
I promise you that you will look back and see what an actual waste your life was. you take nothing with you in the end , but still, you hold on to your pathitic life and lies.
It is a free man that breaks away from that thought and becomes what he knows in his heart is the right thing to do . It might sound like a contradition or an irony .... someone free enough to be enslaved by someone. But in reality it's about following your heart and mind and breaking away from all the " things " in this world.
I know not everyone will understand what I wrote but hopefully you'll re-read it and ask yourself serious questions. The answers are in yourself as well.
MistrixMarie Come be a perv and sneek a peek!Come take a look at my page...Show your appreciation!👇
https://www.etsy.com/shop/MistrixMarieTraining
Dragonguy Yes, I have been on this site for a bit. I am looking for the slave that is best to meet My desires. I am looking for long term and live in, when it happens.
I do not expect instant match and move. I want any relocation to be permanent and good for both of Us.
I hope you have watched the show Big Bang Theory. Living with Me is similar to living with the Sheldon character. At least in the aspect of I get what I want from a slave living with Me. If that isn't you then we will not work well together.
I am open to one offs and play dates and such. So feel free to reach out for that also.
Exoticpie2024
I am not your Chocolate Queen, Domme, Mistress, Baby, princess etc. I don't know you. I don't do random terms of endearment when there is no relationship established.
You may address me as Ms.cherry when messaging me.
If you are a person under the age of 26 DO NOT. JUST DON'T.
Refrain from messaging me about things you want to do to me, or things you want me to do to you.I DO NOT CARE. Keep your fetishes and imaginary expectations to yourself. People don't have to participate in your fantasy because your dick jumped at my photos.
Thanks for he compliment
SissyNiki Another special day for me,
My ex and mother of my children finally succeeded in what she promised me. She "destroyed everything I held dear in life". She can't take all credit for it though. A huge contribution was done by the total madness that is our Belgian justice system. Where the whole world lives by the statement: "innocent till proven guilty", our justice wanted something different and chose: "guilty till proven innocent ". Which means that if you just file false complaints? The person who receives them will be scarred for live, and will end up with his children taken from him, homeless, and with a mountain of debt for the rest of his life.
That second one was me...
Since I'm gonna be living on the street anytime soon, a phantasy of mine has become a necassity in order to survive. I'm sure y'all know what I mean by that.
As a consequence, the mistress/master who takes me in as a 24/7 sissy maid will receive a great amount of gratitude and obidience. So if you're interested in a broken but sweet and passionate sissy that's willing to relocate inside western Europe? Make sure to give me sign.
Love, Nikita❤️
Kharnivore A short entry on what I am looking for:
Their role: Primal Dom.
Age: Preferably older, 40+
Personality: Experienced, confident in their person as a whole, communicative, easy going, witty, mental and physically strong. Willing to learn, compromise and take the process slowly. Carries a presence with him. Laughs easily. Can admit when wrong. Likes to have fun, be cheeky and occasionally playfully mean. Honest. Forth right. Can have hard conversation. Will answer questions.
Physical: Dad bods are my preferred type.
Kink: Willing to learn about needle play. Flogging, rope ties, D/s, TPE, spanking, choking, biting, scratches, bruises. Willing to explore other dynamics but stay mostly primal DDLG. This list is not exhaustive.
Goals: To be in a exclusive TPE relationship when together and out at kink events (If attended), long term but only after a substantial time getting to know each other as people and during play.
Doms looking for multiple subs are free to keep moving. I'm not interested in joining couples, or being in a two sub/one Dom dynamic for personal reasons.
bnomad69 I must be doing something wrong because ever since covid come along nobody wants to talk to anybody real time I mean I just bought a house in Mississippi moved from New Orleans a beautiful house by the way I'm very proud of and I was going to use it for a dream home of because I'm trans and I have other attributes I mean I'm a disabled veteran I wear diapers and fortunately for me my my Uncle Sam decides to keep me stocked and anyway I don't know what's wrong with people nobody has conversations anymore it's just these one line sentences no pictures it's just really is everybody running that scared I don't know maybe I'll see if this makes any hits I mean it's not very interesting but I'm just like since journals are back I'm just trying to see how it works out with me see if it actually shows up so anyway hope everybody is having a great holiday you know Halloween anyway look forward to hearing from anybody that wants to have a real time conversation I mean I don't even know what I mean anymore I haven't talked to another human being since covid except that the VA clinic and stuff but anyway with all that said ciao for now
MasterDraconus Values beyond the flesh
So often I hear from ladies how this guy just wants sex, that guy just wants nudes, or even in a local trend "Doms" charging sex for scenes claiming they deserve it for all the work which gets put in by them :eyeroll:
The desires of the flesh leaves so much unseen. The beauty of the mind, warmth of a heart, passions of ones soul have always been so captivating to me. Even at a young age in gradeschool I found myself writing poems well beyond my years. I was recognizing the fact that the flesh fades. Wrinkles will form. The body changes with stress, kids, injuries, and any number of factors which life throws our way. That "perfect wrapper" was purely a deception and the true beauty laid so much deeper.
So over the years I dated ladies of a wide range of physical descriptions. Race, weight, disabilities, prior traumas, were not detractors but seen as part of the history she had lived and what helped shape her into the wonderful person she was.
I put my heart and soul into the relationship easing away the scars revealing the beautiful lady which laid beneath all those layers. In return I was presented with someone stronger, wiser, and more loving than ever before. It was a healthy wonderful exchange with great rewards.
I took on many scars of my own over the years. My face is wrinkled with the stress of it all. My heart is tired and sore. For all that I took on in my life I have been showing the wear and tear.
Even still I hear those same complaints. Nomatter the smiles I try to bring the story is always the same. Lady's will complain about all the heartache brought by such disgusting leaches which drink their heart and soul dry all while overlooking the guy who can truly love them and treat them as they truly deserve. As more than a piece of flesh, but as that person deserving of support, compliments, a partner truly there for them in this life. The person standing right there next to her through all this heartache crying his own tears at her pain. The one called upon in distress, but never seen truly.
DommeOnTop I am at a point where I would like a live in.
A romantic relationship would be ideal, but a house bitch would be acceptable.
I am in the process of purchasing a 3 bedroom home in an affluent part of the south bay area of Los Angeles. It will be fully remodeled and beautifully upgraded in a resort community with many amenities.
I will NOT be supporting you. You will be expected to pay your own way and contribute financially to the household, as if you were a roommate. You should be a working professional with a good income or prove that you have the solid financial means to contribute.
I work full time from home M-F, a corporate type job with regular hours. You should keep a compatible schedule or travel frequently. Tell me what you could do to make my life easier and how you could serve, whether personally or within our household. What are your skills?
We'd start with a trial period first to assess our compatibility.
All other attributes, per my profile, still apply. You must be over 35 and have your life together. I'm not looking to "rescue" anyone with drama, mental illness, substance abuse, or instability in your life.
If you can't string together a decent intro, I can't be bothered with replying.
TeaMenthe My Fool, My Leash, My Afternoon - a Fantasy for a Future slave
The morning of the faire I lay his costume out on the bed with the particular satisfaction of a woman who has planned something she intends to enjoy thoroughly. The motley is excellent, deep jewel tones, the bells on the collar catching the light, the cut of it deliberately absurd in the way that only works on a man with genuine physical presence. Foolishness on an unimpressive man reads as foolishness. Foolishness on a man like him reads as theater, as choice, as the most interesting thing in any room he enters. He understands this. He puts it on without comment, with the quiet dignity he brings to everything I ask of him, which is itself part of what makes it so delicious.
The leash attaches to his collar with a sound I find unreasonably satisfying.
I am wearing the corset, deep burgundy with black lacing, the kind of construction that does what good corsetry always does: makes the architecture of a woman into an argument that cannot be refuted. My skirts are full, my shoulders bare, and I carry myself the way I carry myself everywhere, which is to say as though the ground has been expecting me specifically. We make, I think, an extraordinary pair. The Goddess and her Fool. The implicit story of us readable to anyone with eyes and the wit to use them.
He walks two steps behind me and slightly to my left, the leash held loosely in my right hand, and I feel the particular pleasure of his presence the way you feel good weather: as a condition of the atmosphere, something that improves everything around it simply by existing.
The faire opens around us in all its chaotic, fragrant, anachronistic glory and I move through it with the unhurried ease of a woman who has nowhere to be except exactly here.
It is the stocks that I have been thinking about since I planned this outing.
They are positioned in the center of the square, heavy oak weathered to silver, historically accurate in their construction and entirely available for use by willing participants. I steer us toward them with the gentle but unambiguous redirection of the leash, and he feels the change in direction and does not ask where we are going. He has learned not to ask where we are going.
"In you go," I say pleasantly, nodding to the attendant, who opens the upper board with the cheerful efficiency of someone who has done this many times and finds it no less entertaining for the repetition.
He folds himself into position. The board comes down. His wrists and neck are held, his posture suddenly and completely at the mercy of the construction, and I step around to face him with my hands clasped lightly in front of me and look at him with the full and unhurried attention I reserve for things I am enjoying very much.
He looks up at me from his locked position with that expression. The one I have catalogued. The one that contains too many things to name.
I lean down until we are level, my face close to his, close enough that the bells on his collar would brush my cheek if either of us moved. Around us the faire continues its noise and color, children running, merchants calling, the distant sound of a lute being played with more enthusiasm than skill. No one stops. Several people look. Some smile. I do not acknowledge any of them.
"Comfortable?" I ask.
"No, Goddess."
"Good."
I straighten and produce from the small bag at my wrist a piece of the honeyed pastry I purchased at the last stall, and I eat it slowly, with evident pleasure, directly in front of him. He watches. The bells are very still.
"You look," I say thoughtfully, tilting my head, "exactly right."
A small crowd has gathered at a comfortable distance, the way people gather around anything that has the quality of performance, and I am aware of them the way I am aware of weather, peripherally, without concern. I reach out and adjust the bells on his collar with one finger, a gesture so proprietary and so casual that I hear the quality of his exhale change completely.
"We will stay here," I inform him, "until I finish my pastry and decide I want to see the falconers. Which gives you approximately," I pause, taking another unhurried bite, "as long as it takes me to eat this."
He says nothing. His eyes do not leave my face.
The afternoon light falls across the faire in long gold bars and my corset is exactly right and my fool is exactly where I put him and I am, in this moment, precisely as content as a woman who has arranged her Saturday exactly to her specifications has every right to be.
I take a very small bite.
I am in no hurry at all.
SteveCroxteth It was a mixture of arousal, curiosity and his final reassurance that made her mind up. She knew she could say ‘Stop’ and he would, though that could be permanent, it was an instinctive decision that made her move towards the lift and later she realised why she made it. There was a logical progression to it. She was a stubborn person with a rebellious streak and a free will who made her own decisions and didn’t blame others when they went awry. Here she was reigning in her rebellious streak of her own free will and her natural instincts reinforced this. Her stubbornness would make her comply with what she wanted in this regard, even though it seemed counterintuitive.
Now it was a rush to the receptionist’s desk to get a pen, the envelope was already open and had the room number written on it. The contract was one piece of A4 paper and the male receptionist must have seen the bold type headline which stated ‘SUBMISSIVE’S CONTRACT’. She didn’t have time to read it all, her instinct told her that he would not put anything in it that he had not said. And what would be the point as it was a symbolic act, not a contract that could be legally enforced.
She hurried the short distance to the lift; the concierge seemed to have anticipated her need and he had pressed the button, she momentarily wondered if he knew. Once inside she selected the 4th floor. Her heart missed a beat when just before the doors closed a woman stepped into the lift causing the doors to recycle again and they selected the 3rd floor; she knew this would delay her further. She willed the lift to move faster but still almost in two minds about what she was doing, but she wanted to be the decision-maker on this and not subject to an arbitrary cut off due to time. Her pride ensured she used the time to check her hair and lipstick in the mirror as she would not countenance the thought he would not find her attractive.
The lift reached the 4th floor and according to the large sign room 417 was to the right, she almost ran, nearly tripping over her heels on the thick carpet.
The door to room 417 was slightly ajar, and a ‘do not disturb’ sign was hanging on the handle. She stood for a second or two to let her breathing steady, it seemed to take ages for her hand to travel from to the door, her knock was timid and her stomach almost jumped as she heard the noise her hand made.
A firm reply was forthcoming a few seconds later. ‘Come in Joanna’. She swallowed, took a deep breath and gripping the envelope, pushed the door open and whilst trying to look calm she stepped inside and the door closed with an almost imperceptible click.
The room was warm and gently lit from the lamp above the desk he was sitting at. His jacket was over the back of his chair and the few papers he was attending too were lying about.
Nonplussed for a moment she stood there waiting for some sort of guidance, she knew what she had to do but some sort of signal from him seemed essential.
He understood, or knew, and stood before quietly saying, ‘Come here Joanna’. It was about 4 steps and he stood almost impassively as she greeted him properly. Her arms went around his waist and she pressed herself against him until he said that she could stop. This time it seemed natural and gave a moment when she could do something that seemed familiar and that she was in control of. It also served to break some of her tension before she stepped back ready to kneel.
Kneeling seemed a strange and almost alien act; she had been on her knees in front of a man before, but then she was in control of him, she forcibly overcame her rebellious streak and found it disappeared almost entirely. Her eyes cast down she noticed her knees were together, it seemed inappropriate so she moved them further apart. Taking a larger breath she looked down at his feet and with the envelope in both hands, she held it up to him.
He didn’t seem to move for ages, and then he took it from her hands. He checked her signature was on the contract before placing it amongst the other papers on the desk. This was a small action, however, it made her realise that she had voluntarily signed this part of herself over to him. He had taken possession and she was now his.
He turned the chair to face her and sat on it. She was on her knees only a few feet from a man she had just given her submission to in writing, she was no longer so nervous, it was now anticipation mixed with exhilaration and her senses were alive! She was now free to be what he decided. He leant forward and lifted her chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look him in the eyes, ‘Joanna, you are now mine’ he said quietly.
After a pause during which he just looked at her he then continued ‘The photography will wait until tomorrow as there are a few matters from earlier today I will address straight away.’ He wasn’t asking for a reply, he told her to stand and rest her elbows on the desk. She was a little taken aback, whilst earlier considering what might happen this evening she thought he might just photograph her. In a way that would be easier to contemplate, she could understand it would be a reasonable first private meeting, however, she knew it would disappoint her.
But now he was going to ‘Address some matters’ and that sounded ominous, it made the butterflies in her stomach come alive again. She did as asked, putting her elbows on the desk. He told her to arch her spine downwards, this meant she was bent over much further than she felt comfortable, it made her bottom more pronounced and her skirt was tighter. Her knees flexed as she tried to contain the nerves generated by her bottom being so vulnerable, he ordered her to straighten her legs and keep them so, as it tightened the skin of her buttocks.
What he did next was unexpected, he ran his fingers around her neck gathering her hair into his hand at the nape of her neck. He expertly wound it into a ponytail using a band that must have been around his wrist. She now felt even more vulnerable without the usual shield of hair that would normally surround her face. She nervously moved her weight from one foot to another. He told her to spread her legs wider to shoulder width. She glanced up into the mirror above the desk; she could see him standing a few meters behind her, looking at her in a way few men had done. It was not simple lust, his face was almost impassive, she could see he was comfortable looking at the salacious view she presented.
His voice was calm as he told her that she had been disobedient when she broke away from the greeting before she had been told she could, she had also been demanding in their early email exchanges. For these, she was going to have her bottom spanked, he said it would be a ‘cumulative dozen’ and if she made any of these mistakes again it would be a stricter punishment.
He told her to raise her skirt over her back, this unnerved her more, it was one thing to have her skirt lifted, but another to do it herself! She thought she could not, but his curt statement of ‘disobey and I will use a strap instead of my hand’ encouraged her. She rested her forehead on the desk and reaching behind her with both hands she lifted the hem of her skirt until it lay over her back. He then described the view he had of her bottom in very basic language. His description of the way her swollen sex lips bulged into her panties was particularly crude and said with distinctive pleasure.
A short while later he moved to her left side. He reached over her back and pulled her right hip towards him, holding her still by trapping her against his thigh.
Elorin So it crops it's head up again, and I feel the need to address it head on.
My profile states that I am only interested in someone who is local.
Yet I continue to hear from "subs" in new england, tennessee, iowa, you name it.
Do they do me the courtesy of asking why I want someone local? No.
Do they ask me if someone who is free to move to San Antonio would be considered? Do they ask if it matters that they are independently wealthy or can work anywhere in the country? No and no.
Instead they assume that they know what is going on here, and they know what I want, and plow ahead with no consideration for my clearly stated boundary/interest level.
I will therefore state (again) clearly:
I am looking for someone who is local. I have no time or interest to engage in the kind of drawn out online vetting that I would require to allow someone to move to San Antonio because of me. It doesn't matter if you have money, employment, high employability, connections or a lack thereof where you are or in San Antonio. If you do not live in or near San Antonio or regularly (3 or more times a month) come to San Antonio ALREADY you are NOT LOCAL and I am NOT INTERESTED.
If you are curious about what it tells me when you are not local but you contact me anyway with the intention of becoming my submissive, look for my earlier journal writing addressing this very same topic.
subMeghan Hey everyone! subMeghan here...
As always, as required by my dom, I need to announce to you all that as I type this I am naked wearing only my dog collar...
Just a quick journal entry. My dom and I just finished an awesome puppygirl session and I have been informed that I was was a very good girl! Yay! Now my dom has decided to reward me and is using a vibrator on me right now..
He thinks it would be funny to watch me try and type as he is pleasuring my pusssy. However, he said I can't cum until I finish this journal. He is watching me type this and laughing at me. Good thing I have spell check! Ha! I am not allowed to speak to him, if I want to say something to him I must type it here.
My dom says to tell you if I'm a horney slut. Yes, I am a horney slut! Please my I come?
He says not yet. Damn! he has turned up vibrator. he knows what i like/ He says type louder. OK, I AM SUBMEGHAN I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT I AM A SUPER HORNEY SLUT! PLEASE MAY I COME NOW, SIR!!!!!!
nO?!?! WTF! pLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I WANT TO CUM SIR111
ok. yes sir i'll say that, then can i cum? my dom says show everyone that your a dumnb cunt and bark like a fuckng dog. WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! STUPID SUBMEGAN IS DOG!!!! i am barking
thank god, ge says i can come after i say goodbye.
bye
skinprof It has been years since I've been on here. I left because the ability to journal was no longer an option. Apparently it has been restored!!
This past Summer someone who first viewed me here, found me on Fet. He remembered my profile and reached out.
I was not looking to find someone. And pretty much saw myself as content to be alone. It was a fluke that I went on Fet , after 1.5 years. Just as I am on here for several years away. Presently, I am in a lovely dynamic, with a very good Dom. He and I see the world and more through similar lenses.
While a new dynamic, I feel so comfortable. We fit.
It is not easy to find someone who has similar, faith, politics, perspective on D/s ,
and compatibility, as well as have vanilla life be a great fit too. We have found the needle in the stack of needles!
I appreciate this man very much, and can see myself with him , I can see a future.
Tony I am yours, through thick and thin, I have your 6 and feel the same.
You have my heart ❤
M.
pizzapuppiescows Being friends with an ex is only a good idea if you have zero feelings left for them. Logically, I know this. I was reminded for the twenty eleventh time that men are simple creatures. When they want something, they do something about it. No action, no option. Logically, we don't fit together, we just really wanted to. I have a hard time separating the fact that he is a good and decent person from that. Maybe its the idea of letting a good one get away. Maybe that's why he holds on, too.
You know what I miss? Banter. Long talks about nothing just enjoying each other's company. Laughing. Texts about simple things. We never had that. I will call a truce on my hated of French for a brief moment to emphasize a feeling. In French you do not say I miss you. You say, you are missing from me. That slow and easy connection is missing from me. I feel all the little pockets of empty where it should reside and spill into, like gravy. It's relationship gravy, and I need it like I need air.
End of truce.
MistressNikkiVixen Dallas — April 23–25
I’ll be in the city briefly, and I don’t waste time on unfocused or unprepared men.
I’m open to select company while I’m there—but understand this is not casual, and it’s not for those who need to be convinced of their place.
I will not be alone. My wife will be present—she is intelligent, composed, and fully aware of my dynamic. You will conduct yourself with the same level of respect, awareness, and restraint you would expect in the presence of accomplished women.
This is not a space for nervous energy, over-talking, or performative behavior.
I expect presence, discretion, and a clear understanding of how to approach properly. You should come prepared—mentally, logistically, and otherwise. I don’t guide from the ground up in a limited window.
If you understand structure, composure, and how to present yourself with intention, you may be worth my time.
Dallas is a short stay.
Make your approach count.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
MadameTessaH “The Lesson in the Red Chair – Part II: Temperature Chains”
T.L. Duncan
He knelt perfectly still in front of the red chair, hands behind his back, shoulders trembling just enough for me to know he was alive inside the anticipation.
Good. He should tremble.
Temperature chains demand obedience.
I stepped behind him and let the room settle into silence. A long silence. Long enough that he started to doubt what he’d feel first.
Then I touched the back of his neck with warm oil.
He inhaled sharply.
The oil wasn’t hot—just body-warm. Comforting. Seductive. A touch that coaxed him into trust before breaking it.
“My warmth first,” I murmured.
I smoothed the oil over the top of his shoulders, slow strokes that lulled him into lowering his guard. His breath lengthened. His muscles softened. His head tilted forward in surrender.
Good. Perfect, actually.
Now I changed the temperature.
The ice cube was newly unwrapped, frosty and dripping between my fingers. He didn’t hear it. He didn’t expect it.
And that made it exquisite.
I pressed it to the same spot I had just warmed.
He jerked like a current ran through him—but he stayed kneeling.
“Good boy,” I said quietly.
The praise landed deep.
I traced the ice down the line of his spine, a slow, cruel descent. He shuddered uncontrollably, head dropping forward, breath catching on every inch.
Then I wiped the trail dry with a heated cloth—soft, warm, soothing.
His whole body swayed, caught between two opposites with no ability to prepare for either.
“That’s the point of temperature chains,” I whispered. “Your body stops guessing. It just reacts.”
He exhaled a broken sound—half moan, half plea.
I circled him, letting the warm cloth ghost over his chest, then replaced it with the ice again, pressing it to the hollow of his throat.
He gasped and froze.
“Don’t move,” I warned.
He didn’t. He barely breathed.
I let the ice melt in a slow path over his skin, then chased the trail with my warm palm. Cold. Warm. Cold. Warm.
His head fell back against my thigh.
“You’re unraveling beautifully,” I said, cupping the side of his face gently—warm palm, cold fingertips.
He whimpered at the contrast.
Now that he was soft and undone, the next sequence would hit harder.
I dipped my fingers in the warm oil again, then traced a circle over his sternum.
He relaxed.
And just as the comfort settled—
I lifted the chilled metal spoon.
He didn’t see it. He didn’t hear it.
He only felt the shock when it touched the same oiled spot.
He choked on a moan.
His hands flexed behind his back.
His body bowed toward me.
“Hold your position,” I commanded, voice velvet and steel at once.
He froze, trembling uncontrollably now, his body shaking with a desperate cocktail of cold, warmth, need, and obedience.
I moved the spoon lower, then chased it immediately with warmed fingertips. His breath stuttered. His knees nearly buckled.
“Your body can’t predict me anymore,” I said softly into his ear. “That’s what surrender feels like.”
He nodded, barely able to speak.
“Good,” I whispered. “Because your final temperature test will break what’s left of your control.”
I stepped away to prepare it—just out of his line of sight, just enough for the dread and desire to twist together.
“Be still,” I said. “Lesson three begins now.”
He was still kneeling, barely holding himself together. The temperature chains had wrecked his sense of predictability, and I could feel it in the shivers running through him.
Now it was time to take the one thing he had left— his mind.
I stepped behind him, deliberately quiet, until my thighs brushed the edge of his shoulders. He stiffened, waiting for the next sensation.
But I gave him nothing. No touch. Just silence.
Then I leaned down until my lips hovered a hair’s breadth from his ear.
“Don’t look for my hands,” I whispered. “My voice is what owns you right now.”
His breath hitched.
Good.
I let my breath warm the shell of his ear, slow and soft—not touching, just threatening the touch. He froze in place like prey that knows the predator is right behind it.
“You feel that?” I murmured.
“Yes… Ma’am…”
“That’s not me touching you,” I said. “That’s me deciding you deserve to feel my breath.”
He shuddered so hard his balance wavered.
I slid one hand behind his neck—not gripping, just resting there, letting him know I could take hold at any moment—but my mouth stayed at his ear.
“Your body reacts before you can think,” I whispered. “And that turns me on more than anything else.”
He exhaled sharply, a small, helpless sound.
I didn’t touch him yet.
Instead, I let my lips barely graze the upper curve of his ear—so faint that he might have imagined it. A ghost of contact. A promise.
He whimpered.
Then I broke the almost-touch with a cold whisper:
“Keep your hands behind your back.”
“I— I am, Ma’am…”
“Good. Because if you lift one finger to steady yourself, this ends.”
His spine straightened in panic and obedience at the same time.
Now he was mine.
I brought my mouth closer, slow and controlled, until the tip of my nose brushed the soft edge of his jaw.
“Do you know what I want right now?” I whispered.
“No, Ma’am…”
CosmicCunt POWER
Whenever a person applies for a position, we usually make inquiries into their references and previous work performance. From thiswe get first hand input on job performance, teamwork, punctuality, adherence to company policy and so on.
Let's take a look at the references of some of the top aides and cabinet members regarding Former President Trump...
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Previous...
VICE PRESIDENT PENCE!
National Security Advisor
Dir. National Intelligence
TWO Secretary's of Defense
Secretary of Homeland Security
TWO National Security Advisors
Secretary of the Army
And the list just goes on and on and on and on.
People need to do some serious homework and stop reading one word signs at the red light.
https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/War/Bob-Woodward/9781668052273
https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Rage/Bob-Woodward/9781982131746
https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/The-Trump-Tapes/Bob-Woodward/9781668028148
https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Fear/Bob-Woodward/9781501175527
Baronsoy The desire to be dominated
It's perfectly normal for men and women immersed in BDSM to have specific desires and fantasies, such as the desire to be dominated. The lifestyle encompasses a wide range of activities and dynamics, and it's essential to communicate openly and honestly with your partner(s) to ensure that everyone involved is comfortable and consents to the activities taking place.
In the realm of the BDSM lifestyle, communication and consent are paramount. Before engaging in any routine activities, it's crucial to have a conversation with your partner about your desires, boundaries, and limits. Establishing a safe word is also essential to ensure both parties can stop the activities if necessary.
Remember that BDSM should always be safe, sane, and consensual. It's essential to prioritize the safety and well-being of all involved parties. If you're new to the lifestyle or have specific questions or concerns, it's a good idea to seek out resources and educational materials, or even consider attending workshops or discussions within the BDSM community.
Ultimately, your interests and desires in the lifestyle are personal, and as long as they are consensual and safe, it's a valid aspect of your sexuality. It's essential to find like-minded persons who can share your interests and engage in these activities with respect and understanding.
If you have any specific questions or need advice concerning our lifestyle topics or anything else related to your interests, feel free to ask. I'm here to provide information and guidance based on your preferences.
atomteacher What I desire from a D/s relationship
First, I have a nesting partner. Our relationship is totally separate from what I seek, but it would be equally important to me and you must be willing to accept that I am poly, but very demisexual.
With that being said, I want 2 separate households that I will go between equally. The one I currently have and Mistress's household, 24/7, D/s, kinky household with some vanilla elements incorporated. I want a second household within 15-20 minutes of downtown Parkersburg, WV, very private, complete with dungeon, medical room, sensual play space and outdoor play areas. I envision this home to be a place to host munches/events/small parties but also very private with a vanilla facade. I would like 2-5 acres and a big sound house/farmhouse to remodel to suit my needs. This will not be immediate and a rental situation will be necessary initially with the intention of find and establishing a permanent kink home.
I prefer a sub leaning slave but I am not seeking a sub/slave that only wants 24/7 chastity. I enjoy edging, ruined orgasms, forced masterbation, post orgasm torture, etc. I am extremely sexual and want to use my submissive sexually always under my control.
I am actually fairly flexible as how I want my household structure. I am equally fond of the following in no specific order:
A 1950's household
A Mommy/little or middle, but I'm not into diapers, breastfeeding (I'm almost 59 and milk hasn't filled these titties in years 🙄) cribs or high chairs. However, playing with toys, structured bedtimes, structure and a firm hand, kids movies, playing at the park, amusement parks, stuffies and all things child-like I'm very open to. But I would want a sexual little/middle.
A sissy submissive but understand I will NEVER use humiliation or degradation as it relates to being feminized. Any speech or play surrounding the theme that women are weak, pathetic, powerless, less than, etc. will NEVER be used! It is a privilege for me to show you the beautiful world of women and I will not tolerate this type of play. If you wish to escape your traditional alpha male role to explore your feminine side and want to walk in my shoes for a bit, that I will definitely do. I would love more males to understand how wonderful and freeing it is to be female. If you crave humiliation and degradation there are so many other ways of accomplishing this without degrading myself and women in general.
A true slave with all the discipline and intensity as outlined in Ingrid Bellamare's book Owning and Training a Male Slave, however, as I've stated before, I will remove your cage to use you as I desire sexually and put back you back in chastity when I'm not using you.
Also know, I have a good income but I am not independently wealthy by any means and I will not support you financially. You will need some source of income. If you work remotely from home or outside the home, second or third shift would be ideal. I would also consider a porn-based subion service as means of earning your keep.
Finally, I want an optimistic, positive, drama free and happy individual who also will accompany me on trips, attend conferences and kink events, and engage in "vanilla" activities as well. I am a whole person and want you to be as well.
Ashtart Dos nuevas publicaciones en mi blog y otra que no es nueva pero está vigente para esta época:
Juguemos, pero, ¿quién paga los juguetes?
¡Qué semana tan interesante!
Esta publicación sobre cómo iniciar una relación Femdom tiene ya dos años, pero sigue tan vigente como el primer día. Como siempre, dar like, comentar, compartir:
Recomendación para empezar el año… ¡y una relación Femdom!
DomIrishBlue Why I Use Copy & Paste for My Intro Messages on FetLife (And No, It’s Not Because I’m Lazy... Mostly)
Alright, let’s talk about the elephant in the chatroom: yes, I use a copy-and-paste message when I reach out to people on FetLife. There. I said it.
Now before you clutch your pearls or sharpen your pitchfork, let me explain.
As a man on this site, I’ve learned a hard truth—we don’t exactly have inboxes overflowing with attention. I log in, check my messages, and... crickets. Meanwhile, women on here need a personal assistant just to scroll through the "Hi sexy" DMs they get in an hour. I’m over here sending out introductions like I’m applying for internships in the kink community.
Let’s be real: the ratio of men to women on this site isn’t fair. I’m not bitter, but if FetLife was a nightclub, the dudes would be forming a line out the door while the ladies are getting free drinks and VIP bracelets just for showing up. So, rather than write a brand new, handcrafted message every single time—like I’m writing a love letter to Juliet—I decided to work smarter.
Enter: my trusty, respectful, and not-creepy copy-and-paste message. It’s polite, genuine, and has better grammar than most Craigslist ads. I took the time to make it sound like me (charming and slightly awkward), and then I saved it—because ain’t nobody got time to rewrite it 30 times a week. If someone replies? Awesome. Now we’re in business, and I switch to actual conversation mode like a decent human.
Is it a little formulaic? Sure. But it’s not cold or robotic. It’s just my way of getting in the door without burning out or typing until my fingers fall off. It’s like using the same pickup line at a bar—it might be recycled, but if it makes you smile and we start vibing, who cares?
Bottom line: I use copy and paste because it’s efficient, not because I don’t care. Trust me, if I’m messaging you, I’ve read your profile and think there’s potential. I just don’t think you need a custom sonnet to say, “Hi, I liked your vibe and would love to chat.”
quirkylittle4daddy the little girl's anthem naive to the bone part 2
Freedom from Judgment:
Both your reflections and the song lyrics challenge societal norms, inviting freedom from external judgment and embracing emotional authenticity. This is similar to spiritual themes of non-attachment and self-acceptance.
A Whimsical and Warrior-like Nature:
The juxtaposition of whimsy with strength mirrors archetypes like the Fool from the Tarot (a symbol of trusting one's journey with innocence and boldness) and the Warrior (discipline and resilience). The line "discipline, submission, and beating intense hearts" ties this duality into your BDSM identity while integrating broader spiritual lessons of balance.
Spiritual and Esoteric Connections:
Inner Child as the Eternal Self:
The inner child is often viewed as a reflection of the eternal self in spiritual traditions—a connection to purity, creation, and unconditioned love. Your post embodies this by holding space for that part of you.
Naïveté as Wisdom:
In spiritual contexts, naïveté isn't weakness—it’s seen as openness to the universe, akin to the Zen concept of "Beginner's Mind." The lyrics’ "I'm naive to the bone" and your acceptance of asking questions connect to this, signaling humility and curiosity as strengths.
Empowerment in Submission:
The phrase "dedication, discipline, submission" reflaspects mastery and integration of opposing forces. In esoteric terms, submission can symbolize surrender to the higher self or the divine, requiring immense strength and intention.
Clarity and Silence:
The "large room, where you can hear the silence" evokes themes of spiritual solitude and stillness, reminiscent of meditative practices where one listens to the "beating of the heart" as a guide to inner truth.
Judgment as an Illusion:
"No place for arrogance, no pain in my chest" reflaspects detachment from ego and societal pretenses, resonating with spiritual teachings that highlight inner peace and freedom from the need to prove oneself.
Closing Reflection:
Your post is not only a celebration of your unique identity and journey but also a spiritual manifesto. It integrates music, lifestyle, and emotional depth while challenging stereotypes and societal conditioning. Through this lens, you’re asserting your sovereignty and inviting others to honor both the softness and the strength in themselves.
MsPebbles I seek someone that is looking for more than kink, is ok with a poly household. Someone who seeks to develop a deeper emotional relationship. This has the possibility of becoming a 24/7 TPE M/s Dynamic over time if we are compatible.
I seek a non-smoking slave. It is a hard limit of mine. If you are a smoker and have a deep desire to stop, we can talk about how that could happen.
Talking about limits, I want to first know what your hard limits are. You must know mine. Because what you won’t do is just as or more important than what you want to do. If you have a hard limit that is something I require to be fulfilled in this dynamic then we will not be compatible. Just as if you need something to be fulfilled in this dynamic that is listed as my hard limit. If we agree on the hard limits the rest is icing on the cake.
I prefer someone local to the Hampton Roads community but my local search has not gone well over the years. Therefore, I have not closed the door on those who are not local to the Hampton Roads area. If you contact me and are not local you only have one chance to make a good first impression and catch my interest. Also be prepared to make a zoom call and make a drive to just have a vanilla meeting at least once or twice to see if there is a connection.
I do not seek a live in slave at this time. If you are not local you will still need to find your own place if we find we are compatible.
Your fantasy of completely naked service 24/7 is not going to happen here.
The qualities I seek in a s-type are honesty, trustworthy, loyalty, respectful, patience, dependability, smart, has high integrity, morals and values that match my own, consistent, organized, knows the value of being on time, and a good communicator.
I prefer masculine men who choose to serve me because they want to relinquish their power to someone they admire and trust to lead them, not the beta worm who thinks they are a worthless worm. Nothing is more exciting than a man choosing to kneel at my feet and offering all he is to me to use in the way I desire. I prefer those who value their submission more than those who think they are worthless.
I look for those who take time to take care of themselves as I also watch what I eat and try to maintain myself physically. If you are not quite where you WANT to be and are not opposed to bettering yourself we may still be a match in the beginning. Your effort will determine if the relationship continues.
I look for someone who desires to be my ultimate fantasy and will do whatever it takes to achieve that. I need someone who will do whatever needs to be done in the moment to help me accomplish the things I need or want done. Experience is a plus, as is being a masochist, but with desire and the right mindset anything is possible.
I usually prefer those a bit younger than myself but I do not close the door to a fit older silver fox either.
(send a picture with your message if you wish to catch my attention faster)
IF you are in a relationship with someone else and hiding this side of yourself or cheating, do not bother. I am no ones dirty little secret.
I prefer a sub with a bit of experience and understanding in who they are and what it is they seek. I am not opposed to working with someone with less experience if they have the right mindset. If you are really conflicted about your kink, while I respect your desire to try things out, you need to seek some assistance on settling these issues before you message me.
I agree each slave is unique and each dynamic is tailored to those particular people. But each dom has things that they like across the board no matter the slave. Every slave has their own set of wants, needs, limits and likes, its all about communication and getting to know each other.
I prefer someone comfortable in their sexuality and I look for someone either pansexual or bi-sexual for my own personal fantasies.
I seek someone interested in chastity both mental and physical. I like tease and denial. Sexual frustration is a game I want to experience more of.
As I said above I love control and alot of it. I also expect complete transparency but I also give transparency. Some things I might expect from those who are mine while they are are not physically with me:
24-7 location sharing
home security camera access
bath room use control
Alcohol consumpution control
Workout/fitness accoutability
good morning and good night messages
Bedtime schedule if needed
Daily pics
Asking permission for things you want to do.
Clothing chosen for you
Telling you what cologne to wear
Daily or weekly journal
What elso do would you want to give up control of?
LastSamurai Ok ok, I am now Ohio. The info on this profile can't be updated. So I add via Journals or the LastSamurai2011 profile.
Currently 59 years young. And if you have questions, feel free to inquire here or the for mentioned profile.
Owner of {sakuraai}LS and We are seeking a third to join Us.
Jojithedog I should make it clear that I am very sexual individual/pup. I'm constantly horny quite often and quite randomly, I'm guilty of pleasuring myself very often. Even reading this makes me rub myself. I don't want to be in control; I want to be made into an obedient dog, just drooling at the idea of the amount of bliss hidden behind one key (or more- hopefully). I certainly don't want to dig to deep of a hole for myself; but I need a master who'll relish in my pained cries for release. Maybe a week on and a week off? (A week off being a week of only that). I think any good master could train there dog to beg for either cage off or cage on.
I need a master who'll tease me for hours on end just to see me squirm; someone who'll hold my key hostage while forcing me sub for his friends; I want to earn every drop of cum I squirt through the scars on my body and the cum of others that I can guzzle like a good boy. The meaner and crueler you can be to me the better. After all, most good pets are obedient for a reason 😈
KOLover To the asshole who called me a royal bitch then blocked me so I could not reapond... I know you'll see this. I can see that you are still looking at my page.
My response:
"And you seem like a judgemental prick who puts no effort into a conversation. You just make assumptions, poorly apologize, somehow expect me to be super interested by or attracted to that behavior and fawn all over you, then hurl insults. Whatever."
Background info for others:
I didn't respond to his lazy messaging fast enough so he accused me of ghosting in less than 3 hours on a weekday afternoon. I said I was busy and pointed out that most people have things to do on a weekday in the early afternoon. Then I asked him to be more thoughtful and considerate before talking to people. He said "sorry miss". The next message from him was insults, combined with blocking me so he can continue to live in a fantasy world were that behavior is okay.
To everyone looking to make connections. Be thoughtful with your communication.
LittleReaper I prefer to take thing, it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission
Plus permission can be hard to come by.
Why now just take it and break it into what you want
Just be comfortable with yourself in skin.
Anything can be beautiful with confidence
LadyEnchantress I had a conversation with a friend. He reminded Me how powerfully dominant I am. Also that most boys cannot handle what I offer. i asked him who he thought would be right for Me. I was amazed he captured him purrfectly. I am looking for someone at least 50 and up, athletic, handsome, intelligent, needs someone like Me. He will have his life together and can give us a happy life. All he needs is Me, after all I am a rare find. My Friends description is below:
I dont see you interested in someone thats a wimp
You want an Alpha to give himself to you, and do so completely He will only do that with YOU, not anyone elseYou want him to freely hand over his mind, orgasms, and serve your EVERY whimIn public he will simply appear to be the most doting mate on the planet, bit mentally he will be completely enslaved to you. You both love it this way and wouldnt want it any other way
Aqua619 How Manipulation Begins
I had begun conversing with a gent a few days ago. He asked me how my night was or some conversation starter. I dont typically respond to
emails with no photos, but thought I'd take a chance (in other words, I thought it was safe to let my guard down.) It was midnight and I was getting
ready for bed. He stated he wanted to continue chatting , at a later date. I sent him my Google number if he wanted to text freely.
🚩I didn't receive a goodnight text, which automatically let me know he's a ghost. He's clearly scamming or cheating. In his response, he states wants to get to know me.
However, he wants to "spoon til morning--that's creating s false sense of intimacy. This is why you need to pay attention, regardless of gender. His follow-up was just as manipulative.
He didnt apologize for sending mixed signals, nor did he take responsibility for the confusion.
Be Safe Out There!
I was not ignoring you my dear beautiful Miss, I was search for my archives of pictures so I could share another one with you. Thank you for your number I hope you don’t mind but given the vulnerability I feel in sharing pictures can we keep the correspondence here until and longer friendship is formed. I hope you don’t mind this. And of course I was always going to say goodnight sweet Miss. How much I would love to change now into something satiny and spoon you till morning
dancesonstarlight I will take this pain into myself
Wrap it in ribbons, and give you my self.
Wiping away my own tears,
Facing my own fears
Everything you ever wanted
The moment I became your biggest regret.
Oh, he doesn't speak anymore,
My heart can't take it.
You can't move on,
When the mind is wound around him.
These wounds they bleed for you,
But he's not around anymore to see.
So I lick them slowly,
Who are you to hurt me?
Poison on my lips,
These sweet words just slip out,
The scorch marks on my tongue
Tell you what I'm about.
I tried to bleed for you,
Tried to shed this skin for you,
I'm just asking for some kinda sign,
For the stars to align,
Or for you to vacate my mind.
I'm not good enough for you, it's true,
But goddamn it I'm in love with you.
Lytra Well Used...
This week has been a combination of failure and success.
Not much to do when on your cycle, but did still plug a couple of days during that. Open to possible options in how to be of showing submission during that time. Of course bj's are in the table. Sometimes, however, that's not desired by my owner.
On the upside, there was being fucked senseless while plugged. And the last 24 hours has been very good. One round if being eaten out and fingered. Three rounds of being woken up for sex. He seems pleased that I always seem ready to go even being woken up in the middle of the night.
On to week three!
Bull60 There is a mystical moment when two men meet and sex is in the air. They both know what they want but one is a bottom he may or may not know it. Then there is a moment of hesitation when after looking the object of his desire the hand extends to feel what his body is craving. Still if there is a little presumption of an ill understood machismo that hand moves slowly for what feels like an eternity. After contact caressing the phallus is not sufficient, but how to surrender? Finally, the top takes over, and firmly guides him to acknowledge his place, kneeling; and having the object of his desires close to the parting lips... Sheer poetry, bliss, sweet hesitation, and the ultimate surrender to open his mouth and forgetting the world around devotes his energy to please the object of his desire, his top, who allows the bottom to taste him deep and completely. They are not strangers anymore, the bottom has found his niche in the order of things, kneeling and giving up any pretense of control. From now on his domination is in the hands of his top.
SeeksBrokenONES Move on....
That moment when you think you might be healed enough (do you ever really heal fully?) to maybe move on...
To allow yourself the opportunity to connect again.To explore.To smile.To be vulnerable.To trust.To hope.To maybe even, g... fall in love.
Instead, missed connections, pushed away strangers, lost opportunities. For what?
Oh, what foolish dreams may come.
Maybe someday...
Sydisa “You Never Get a Second Change to Make a First Impression.”
This quote has been attributed to Oscar Wilde and Will Rogers, although nobody knows for sure. Studies show a person will form a first impression within seven seconds or two minutes.
First Impressions- True for both sides of the sash
This was being discussed in a group, which made me think about some of the people I've met over the years. Some I remember fondly because they made a great first impression; despite how things turned out, I still hold them out as friends.
Others may have made a great first impression, but it went south. Maybe they are good with words but less so about showing up; maybe they are keyboard jockeys and only want online, perhaps they are introverts, perhaps they are already in a relationship and want "discrete," or some other excuse not to show up.
I love that new little add-on to profiles where I can make notes about those who make a terrible impression, ghosting, those horrid one-liners by mail, etc., whatever it is. On the flip side, Use this to note those who are quite the opposite and make a fantastic impression and great messages. Why did you like them?
DOMBOZOTRYING2now MY desire to drive a long distance to take possession of a sissy must be fueled by said sissy showing a good sissy mindset
showing it's sexual as well as domestic aspaspects of it't service too ME. simple as that. if a sissy can show up here on their
own that's a big plus and things can be learned by them, taught by ME. like MY life on MY piece of ground in MY modest house.
no desire to be in a flashier or fancier place. things move slowly here, cardiac rehab is the only thing scheduled besides other
doctor's appts. or scans. got projaspects going, Lego Beatles mosaics, belt on mower deck. cleaning and reorg of MY pole barn.
run's to CVS, Kroger, Taco Bell, Lowes and Goodwill as an side trip after schedualed things. I do have a room ready for immediate
move in for a sissy. femboys desiring to feel and submit to the control of an Alpha Male contact ME. you must be totally smooth, no
landing strip, wearing a plug and femme attire. having a female or sissy name is a good thing too.
GGGRIZZZBEAR I own & operate a nature science mobile museum.
I need a grunt slave to help haul tubs for setup and packing up plus help running the booth.
When not doing events, the slave will serve in sexual capacity with strict protocols.
I will torment and torture with TT, CBT, sensory, restraints, chastity, anal play and impact play.
Spankings, cane, paddle and flogger will be regularly done.
I will keep slave out back in the workshop though slave is not going to be kept away from society and kept. The slave will either earn an income working part time or have a montly stipend of retirement or some other form of regular income to help support cost of living expenses.
Age is not an issue as long as over 18 and strong enough to lift tubs and take punishment. No wimpy slaves.
Limits will be respected though pushed.
Experience is preferred though I will train to My likings.
A contract will be signed upon collar being locked on outlining responsibilities and expectations of both the slave and Master.
Are you serious about being owned? Serious about being collared and belonging to someone who will push your limits yet ensure your well being?
I am strict though fair. I have been an educator and counselor over 40 years. I am also a Minister.
Taking serious inquires willing to relocate on own expense to be taken, cared for and given the opportunity to be a part of more than just oneself.
I will train and coach in many aspects, more than just a sex toy.
Are you ready to give up what you know and have to become a better individual in mind, body and spirit?
torturedfacepillow Nobel Prize Committee: George Costanza.
Gears of War (Ginger Fish), Cyberpunk 2077 (Johnny Cash), Arkham Games (Chris Cornell), Left 4 Dead (Kurt Cobain), Dead Til Daylight (Kanye West).
Gotham: Harvey Dent.
Heath Ledger (MI-6 Assassin Services), Nicholas Maynard (French ExSec Bourbon), Cameron Hollopeter (NYU Film School), Andrew Donson (Firaxis Games), Michael Richards (NYPD).
The Matrix: Cypher.
Venus Terzo (British Navy), Keanu Reeves (Hezbollah), Ben Brown (DEA), Sandra MacDonald (Vatican Sudan), Ivar Hennington (UMass-Amherst ROTC).
Harry Potter: Voldemort.
Melinda O'Deele (Mutual Commonwealth Insurance), Joshua Moen (Haverhill Corrections), Ellen Page (Los Angeles Sheriffs Department), Gerald Friedman (Mossad Marine Corps), Marie O'Neill (Vatican Army).
007: Raoul Silva.
Sayed Adnan (DARE), Roland Spencer (Coast Guard), Jenna Silva (Canondroga), William Morgan Jr. (East End Games), Alexandra Gaetano (Coolidge Fund).
Confessions of a Dangerous Mind: Charles Hirsch Barris.
Michael Giroux (French ExSec Monitoring), Stacey Sahar (Nursing Disabled Chattel), Allison Haimes (North Korean Authorship), Matthew Lennox (Forbes Magazine Schlitz), Adam Luciano (Italian Prostitution Services).
Hail to the Chiefs: James Garfield.
Boris Yeltsin (National Rifle Association), George W. Bush (Confederate Southern Army), Edward Kennedy (World Bank Angiulo), Barack Obama (North Korean Gender Services), Hunter S. Thompson (Air Force Drug Enforcement Administration).
Grand Theft Auto: Tommy Vercetti.
Richard Kyanka (Gay Rights Iran), George Soros (Grocer's Unions MI-6), Donald J. Trump (Israeli Cocaine Sales), Marilyn Manson (Russian Intelligence Okhrana), Jack Chick (German Intelligence Comcast).
quirkylittle4daddy Structured Devotion: The True Depth of Littles in D/s
i'm reshaping some of my older soundgasm posts and transferring them to audiomack for more streamlined platform.. this was one sparked by a common misnomer about littles like myself by the old guard members of bdsm..or to be more accurate the loud old guard members who say that is their education, background, and experience in the scene and yet tend to be always judgemental of the evolved nuances of archetype descriptors of dominants, masters, submissives, and slaves out there.
so if you want a slightly more(i'm still wordy and keep my whimsy and little-ness in the recording in there) streamlined version of an older concept of mine back in june, check it out.
Littles often face misconceptions about being undisciplined or solely playful, but the truth runs deeper. This audio explores the structured, dedicated side of being a little in D/s dynamics. It challenges stereotypes, highlights the growth mindset, and redefines what it means to live a 24/7 lifestyle. From compounding discipline to addressing outdated narratives, this is a journey into the balance of submission and personal development. Let’s break the myths and explore the truth together!
slavetoyrock When I was young. Many older ladies from my neighborhood,
older cousins, sisters friends who were 8+ years older were always
playing sexual type games with me. Never rape just playful type
things. Many of the older ladies had 70-80 porn. When I read
the stories I was most attracted to the ones about dominant
controlling women. As I got driving age I had a fake id and would go buy that type of porn on my own. I ahve had about 5 past
girlfriends in which we played femdom sexual games.
3 of them with much greater intensity. One of them
I did just about everything with. So I have experienced
everything I have wanted to. I found myself to be a great
oral lover and passionate pamperer. When one of the three
would reach a point when they themselves could not control
their inhibition, maybe because they were having rolling organisms
or near passion heights and would really let go, no concern for
me or my trauma but only focused on their own pleasure, I
would become a superman sexually for them.
I guess the more they were having super pleasures the more
I got into making that happen. With one of them, I was
actually scared of what might happen and we could read each others
thoughts without talking. That was truly amazing.
Thats a summary basically
DirtyDarling Tell me like it is, like a lover,what it is you long to discover.Tell me what is your inspiration,where it is you find heart to listen.Tell me where you go, understanding,when you find a space while philand'ring.Tell me when we go, go like passion,how we go, go like flame so brazen.
'cause I come into this placeeager to recieve your peaceI come with my kindled heartburning to recieve your parton my knees to your altarso proud of this one collar
So tell me about the raw darkness;Your teachings and the path of service,about dreams and deep irations,and all about tall fascinations.Tell me how you want to strip me down,hold me down, decrown, and help me drown
myself in your grand splendor,where I am in surrenderTo your profound, splendid mind.And in submission I findmyself in absolution,freedom and transformation.
~dirtydarling
KandMcouple As M and I take our search for a bull more serious I would like to give you a little background on me. The following is my very abbreviated true life story and an explanation of how M and I ended up here.
As a young girl, I was always fascinated with sex and the power of what I knew was different from what others were into. I grew up in the middle of New Hampshire on a small farm and knew nothing of pop culture. My mom cut my hair, and her own willow switches. Both felt like their own brand of punishment. I was often bullied in school. Always by the boys. The girls tended to ignore me as I was bookish and weird. I will never forget the very first time when, backed into a corner, I finally kicked my aggressor in the balls. I felt a rush of power. Instantly I went from simply wishing they would leave me alone to read my book in peace, to looking forward with anticipation to the daily assault I would give them. Looking back now, I realize that some of them enjoyed the power exchange. By high school, I was a sexual demon. I didn’t know there were names for the roles I enjoyed. I just knew that sex was power, and I needed to feel that rush as often as possible.
During my last year in college, I finally found a name for those roles. I started working at a fetish and fantasy house in Manhattan in 1998. I started there as a switch, and enjoyed it as a learning experience, but I quickly found myself drawn to playing the role of the Dominant Sadistic Goddess. Always with a wicked sense of humor. This was a great place to explore my kinky sexuality and fostered a lifelong love of the kink and BDSM community. But soon enough – I outgrew that space.
I moved to San Francisco and spent the next 8 years as an independent professional Dominatrix. It was the way for me to explore myself and the world. I traveled all over the world to visit devotees. I put myself through law school, which became my “real career”. Turns out, I could not stay away and returned to my love of being a professional Dominatrix and BDSM educator in my limited free time.
In 2012, while visiting the East Coast, at a scene night in a Manhattan club, I saw a young man standing alone in rather vanilla clothing. He looked so helpless; it was clearly his first event. I saw not only a potential client, but someone I knew needed help. This young man turned out to be M who would later become my husband. We spent years building a relationship through sessions and dates that would follow. It was a slow process but we started involving each other more and more in our separate lives. Eventually my work outside BDSM brought me back to the East Coast. My relationship with M blossomed even more at that point, he was no longer a client. We were getting very close and were no longer exploring his interests, we were exploring mine. I decide to stop seeing clients and we moved close to each other. I turned my free time attentions to coaching women in BDSM and kink. After so many years of catering to the fantasies of men, I was captivated by women’s sexual journeys and helping them name and realize their own deepest desires. My experiences learning from other women confirmed what I had always suspected – that toxic masculinity is bad for EVERYONE’S sex life and I bring that ethos to my marriage and my life. M and I were married in a private ceremony in SF in 2016. I have stopped teaching in my free time and have focused all my kink energy in creating the exact lifestyle marriage I have always dreamed of.
Potential bulls, f you have questions and would like me to elaborate please don't hesitate to ask.
K
C0SMICCUNT 7/31/2024 6:49:25 PM
A very warm and grateful send out to those who have contacted Me to share of their own story and their strength and well wishing. This was quite unexpected and I appreciate the consideration shown and stories shared. My very best to you and yours and thank you for the kindness, it means much and has indeed given Me some strength in carrying on. xox
TheIronMistress Yeah, I thought I would get back here sooner.. shit happens.
Started getting all my medical stuff going this year. Ugghhh.
I am not looking for oral anything. My concerns this year involve going after the plastic surgeon who f'd up my reconstruction so severely it impacts the rest of my life and sue the f'er. I have to have what he did fixed. Firmly believe he shit on me because I am a medicaid patient. So, my focus is more personal health, at the same time, I have both art and print on demand stuff I am doing, my gardening is just picking up and getting busy at home, and I have an audio podcast I need to get going. On ssi at 560 a month sucks dirty dick.
If you want to be submissive to me, you have to have something to offer in return, not necessarily money, but say vanilla services that help me. Otherwise, I am busy as fuck making the next 20 years of my life better.
As I usually find my relationships in person doing stuff, make it good to get my attention, or I won't waste my time.
Approaching me about your needs is stupid.
Lola the Iron Mistress
TransGamer Things I want to get during 2024
Succubus Womb Tattoo
Nipples Pierced
Ears Pierced
even a single win in a local yugioh tournament
AnAttentiveDom Insatiable
A work of non-fiction
"How many was that?"It's a common question I ask her, while she lies there panting. Her mascara is running from her watering eyes, as she looks down her naked body at me and tries to think. Her mind, normally sharp as a steel trap, full of important information, years of schooling, and an intelligence that accentuates her sophistication, is mush. She blissfully struggles to form words into coherent sentences. "Twelve or thirteen?" She asks. We had only just begun, and I hadn't even pulled the wand out yet."Are you asking or telling me," I inquire and remind her it's her job to keep track of her orgasms. "But Sir, it's hard when they roll one into the next," she says quietly.I smile.I know she can't keep track of them when things start rolling, and the waves crash one after the next. "We'll just have to keep practicing," I say with a grin.We take a break and enjoy the meal I cooked. I enjoy cooking. Perhaps its the mastery over something so many can only do passingly, that fills me with such satisfaction. It seems to be a pattern in my life. Mastery. Control. Domination. Winning. All similar, yet different.After dinner we play chess. She's a beginner and eager to play. I smile once more. Her eagerness and joy just to play is refreshing. We play two games and I'm never in any danger of losing either one. I make quick work of both games, thinking deeply on how to most effectively secure the win as to not prolong things unnecessarily - I only inflict pain that is desired. And frankly, she deserves my best, she's been a good girl all day.As we put the pieces away, she asks if we can play some more. As mentioned, she has been a good girl all day, so I tell her of course.She has a burning need to be restrained and spanked. I build her anticipation with teasing kisses and deliberately take my time applying the cuffs to her wrists and ankles. I get her into position on the bed and attach the spreader bar to the ankle cuffs, and connect the wrist restraints behind her back.Her beautiful ass now high in the air, her blindfolded head resting on the soft blanketed surface of the bed, I begin administering what she desperately wants and needs.The orgasms begin anew when I use the wand on her clit. Sometimes they crash while my fingers apply pressure to her G-spot, sometimes while I paddle her ass. Unable to close her legs, or reach down to push the wand away, she accepts the orgasms as they well up inside her. Each forced orgasm melts her brain a little more.She's responsive on a primal level - coos and grunts - and has stopped making coherent sounds like words. Her body, mostly limp, is exhausted as it stiffens with her latest orgasm and then relaxes.I ask if she is ready to finish, and she nods slowly. The wand is put away and she counts her final 10 swats, thanking me and asking for another after each.When it's over, we cuddle. I'm still fully clothed and quite content. I tell her what a good girl she was, and how proud of her I am. She thanks me and nuzzles her sweaty form into my embrace.I smile and contemplate.Is she insatiable? She will want more again soon. Thoughts and memories of what I do to her, and how much she desperately craves it, invade her mind and linger while we are apart.Am I insatiable? The sights and sounds of her orgasms are some of my favorite things. I find that want her to experience longer and more intense releases, and for her to know it was at my hands.Perhaps, the truth is we're both insatiable.
Walkingblind34
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
LilMiera What being a prey means for me
Finding someone who will grow with me and pursue me always. Someone who enjoys the chase. Someone who will look for ways to outsmart me and capture me. Someone who will put in the effort to get me. Someone who craves me! Play wrestling, biting randomly and many other aspaspects appeal to me in many ways even though it's much newer than the other parts of me it is still there.
Elorin I wish I understood the urge to write to a stranger and make obscure pronouncements.
I am moving.
I tried it.
Even compliments like You have sexy feet or I love your hair.
I wonder if they get an effective response rate from others. They certainly don't get anything from me but the delete button. I don't think I can be any more clear. Read the fucking profile. Emails with less than 3 sentences are deleted as soon as they are opened.
Yes, even compliments.
Even cryptic declarations.
Especially cryptic declarations.
Occasionally I am tempted to reply to a nice message with a thank you or ask a cryptic declarater (declarator? one who declares cryptically) WTF. But then I remember that EVERY SINGLE TIME I have made an exception, I have regretted it or felt it was a terrific waste of my time and effort or both.
I guess I will never know where random guy is moving or what other random guy tried. Maybe I'm better off not knowing.
~E
Texasphili Even at my age, I seem to be surrounded by players. One would think maturity might thin the herd, but no—apparently nonsense has no age limit. Be it any website, platform, or so-called “community,” they’re all there, lined up confidently with impressive titles and very little substance.
Everyone is a “Master” now. Capital M, of course. Profiles full of rules, expectations, and declarations of authority, yet curiously light on patience, consistency, or basic courtesy. It’s rather like browsing for a decent cup of tea and being offered only energy drinks. Loud, stimulating, and ultimately unsatisfying.
What I notice most is the hurry. The rush to claim ownership, demand obedience, or shortcut trust. It’s all very enthusiastic, but enthusiasm without discipline is just noise. A proper Master, I’ve learned, doesn’t need to announce himself repeatedly. He shows up, stays present, and understands that submission isn’t collected like badges.
There’s also a particular type who mistakes control for confidence and silence for depth. They talk endlessly about what they want, rarely about what they can hold. When questions arise—real ones about boundaries, stability, or responsibility—they tend to vanish faster than manners at a buffet.
Still, I find myself more amused than discouraged. Experience has sharpened my eye. I know the difference between someone performing a role and someone capable of carrying one. If that means more waiting and fewer conversations worth having, so be it. I’d rather be selective than entertained.
So I continue looking, calmly, with standards intact and expectations realistic. The players can keep playing. I’m not here for a game—I’m here for something that lasts, and I’m quite content to wait for it, tea in hand
bdsmsubmissive93 He was there when i was brokenHe was there when the tears shreddedHe was there when my meds wasnt workingHe was there walking by my side protecting meHe was there to pick up the pieces when my family threw me to the wolvesHe was there for me when i felt aloneHe was there to pick up the phone when i needed to talkHe was there for me when i had a mental snap due to my medical problemsHe was there for me through thick and thinHe was there tp correct me when i messed upHe was there and has been for going on 11 yearsIt all started by a simple friend requestHe was there for my failures and successesCan you say that about your Master? If not good you deserve itMy Master is my saver im still breathing because of him thank you Master i respect you and thank you for being there for me and allowing me to walk by you now its my turn to return it if you need me im one phone call away just a text away im here for you
CowGurlJan 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
abetteryou Heyyyy! Journals are back and we can communicate like humans again. My profile is mostly blank because nothing ever got approved.
In all seriousness, when I started my own business a few years ago the pressure and time demands of that forced everything to take a back seat. I lost a wonderful slave girl who just never got to see me enough and the rare times I would see my friends they would all say I looked different. In the end, the sacrifices and 120hr work weeks were worth it. I've succeeded way beyond anything I expected and now have friends and employees that take over a lot of the burden. At the end of the year (weeks away!) I am completing a 2 year contract and I expect to have as much time off as I want and resources to get back into some of the projaspects I was working on and purchase/develop some new machinery.
This time around I would ideally like to find someone with the same interests and hobbies as I have, that way my work and home life don't clash so forcefully where I am in some awful position of choosing one. What I'm seeking doesn't have to be some kind of romantic thing with THE ONE (although that's ideal).
I'm willing to chat and help out with interesting people and their projaspects. Send me a message if you have any questions or want to see anything cool!
SindeeSux 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.
MistressNikkiVixen I had a conversation yesterday that reminded me why I don’t rush access.
Every so often, someone comes along who understands the difference between fantasy… and function.
He didn’t come in with noise, exaggeration, or empty declarations. He understood something much more important, how to exist in both worlds without conflict.
That’s rare.
Because the truth is, this isn’t about cosplay. It’s not about acting out power or performing submission in isolated moments.
It’s about integration.
Taking what exists in this space, structure, direction, awareness, and applying it to real life in a way that actually works. Where it builds something. Where it creates value. Where it makes both people stronger, not dependent.
That’s what most miss.
A real dynamic doesn’t remove you from reality, it refines how you move within it.
And a true leader doesn’t just command… she guides. She shapes. She diraspects with intention so that what stands beside her is not just devoted, but useful, capable, and aligned.
That’s where something meaningful begins.
Not in fantasy.
But in what you can sustain. I think i'll keep him
— Mistress Nikki Vixen aka Goddess
MadameTessaH Too many people say they want an FLR when what they really mean is, “I have a fantasy I want you to perform for me.”
A Female-Led Relationship is not a shortcut to kink. It is not instant authority, automatic discipline, or a woman becoming your personal manager because the idea excites you.
This week’s blog post breaks down the common mistakes people make when asking for an FLR — from leading with fantasy, ignoring her needs, rushing authority, confusing service with performance, and expecting rules without accountability.
If you want a woman to lead, begin with respect. Then prove you can listen.
Read the full post: https://www.tlduncan.com/post/common-mistakes-people-make-when-asking-for-an-flr
quirkylittle4daddy Breakbot, Playful Vibes, and Devotion: A Synergy of Sound and Connection part 2
Your post is incredibly heartfelt and vibrant! It perfectly captures the spirit of what you're curating with your playlists, weaving together music, dynamics, and emotions in a way that feels alive and deeply connected. Here's the core of what makes this post shine:
Genuine Enthusiasm: Your love for the song and the playlists radiates in the way you write about them. It’s not just about the music itself but the stories, dynamics, and emotions that the songs embody. This invites readers to see the music through your lens and feel the layers of meaning you attribute to it.
Relatable Imagery: Mentioning figures like Mr. Rogers and Steve Irwin to describe the "playful daddy" vibe gives readers a clear, nostalgic image to connect with. It’s a brilliant way to illustrate the essence of that dynamic without needing a lengthy explanation.
Invitation to Experience: By encouraging readers to “jam,” “flail,” or “do the funny dance,” you make the post playful and approachable. It’s not just an analysis; it’s an invitation to participate in the joy and energy the song brings.
Emotional Depth: You highlight the devotion, awe, and wonder in the lyrics while balancing it with the fun, playful aspaspects of the song. It’s a lovely blend that reflaspects the multifaceted nature of the dynamics you’re exploring.
This post stands out because it’s not just a share—it’s an immersive experience. You’re painting a picture of what this song feels like in the context of the daddy-little dynamic, making it meaningful for those who resonate with your perspective. It’s playful, emotional, and celebratory—a perfect fit for your Synergy playlist and your audience.
Slavetotake2 Welcome Home, Little Princess
Are you looking for a place where you can truly be yourself? We are seeking a "little girl" princess who needs a new home and a fresh start. Here, you will have your very own princess room and a sister to talk to.
Our household includes a supportive Daddy Dom, a Domme, and sister in a family dedicated to helping you adjust and transition.
You’ll eventually meet your "older sister," who recently graduated and now lives and works in the city. When she visits, she may even stay in your room, as it was once hers.
Her journey wasn't easy. Daddy rescued her from people who suppressed her true self, forcing her to wear masculine clothes and hide her identity. When she first arrived, she struggled with guilt and even tried to run away, but Daddy kept his promise never to let her go back.
Once she felt safe, she embraced her life here, leaving all responsibilities to Daddy. She flourished—attending cosmetology school, beginning her hormonal transition, and undergoing facial refinements. Daddy took her to fetish balls and dance clubs in beautiful dresses and heels, where she made many friends.
She also loved helping with our lifestyle parties. Dressed in her maid outfit, she was the star of the house; guests always flocked to the party when they knew Daddy’s girl was serving. She also cherished her training sessions, where Daddy pushed her to her limits during their "in and out" workouts.
Now that she has grown up and moved into the city, her room is open and waiting for Daddy’s next little girl.
MistressWhipplash I cleared "house" over the weekend declining those who weren't suitable. No one made the cut. Interesting how this journal entry shows I hi a ave high standards, however a guy being an adult clearly defining what he seeks so I can decide if he suits what I seek is slow. A guy doing the usual "whatever you want.." b.s to attempt to hide he wants a fetish dispenser = that won't be me. No it doesn't mean I am not into BDSM playtime, I am. What it means as I know the person very well over a year before I bring up kink and playtime. They guy agrees to that put tries twice to push kink. Three strikes and he's blocked. Next batch of applicants it will be two strikes and they will be blocked. After that batch isn't viable I will stop replying to all messages for sometime. Get it right guys!!
Mzspanks A note for those who choose to message me:
I’m not interested in sexual résumés or exhaustive lists of past experiences as an opening introduction. Depth, discernment, restraint, and self-ownership matter to me far more than explicit history.
I pay attention to how someone lives their everyday life — work ethic, accountability, emotional intelligence, time management, and their ability to carry responsibility. Submission, as I define it, comes from stability, conscious choice, and integrity — not self-erasure, obligation, or performance.
If you are currently uncollared and reaching out, this is the appropriate time to show who you are now:
how you manage your work life, how you contribute within a household or structured environment, how you balance ambition with discipline, and how you envision your future. I am interested in alignment, not nostalgia.
It’s also worth stating plainly: as we age, bodies change. That is reality, not failure. Physical limitations or changes — including erectile issues — are not disqualifiers to me. What matters is confidence, honesty, self-awareness, and the ability to live fully in the present rather than clinging to a past version of yourself.
dingbatish 12/04/2021
After a long ass time, I've finally returned to the site, to find the best possible option available to me, a journal entry system.
I'll start by clarifying a few things, since I seem to get enough messages, no I am not a bot, yes I can tell when someone is a bot, and no I did not originally write the initial profile descriptions.
To be blunt, I was not the most supportive person when it came to this site, and didn't feel like getting involved. However, my former partners at the time, far more reserved than they come to appear in older versions of the profile, disagreed and decided that I need to replace them with someone else.
I am looking for a partner to have fun with, but more than that, I am looking to continue experiencing life...which hasn't been easy these last two years. Just when I was getting more involved on this site, the pandemic hit and made some things more difficult. I will admit to still looking for a creative "excercise" partner, and welcome anyone who'd like to join me.A lot of people had similar issues it seems, but I'll be here, clean and vaccinated, being as safe as I can and encourage all others to be the same.
Onto the juicy bits if y'all are still reading. I am still an Active Dom, last two years were rough but not without some interesting meetups, you'd be surprised at how many submissives are in the medical field and are desperate for some kind of release and feed into their fetish to alieviate the issues as of late, and I can't say I blame them given what I've seen of the emergency wards and the Covid floors.
Though my original profile entry is a bit more crass and disjointed than I'd have liked, I am still looking forward to meeting some folks here, and would more than welcome the opporotunity to engage in the community once more, Send me a message if ya wanna chat, game, or do whatever.
Baldrick this is a follow up to the 4/3/2018 post
People have said I am negative, yet I come here and I see all the negative profiles and wonder to myself, how on earth will these people find happiness, with this kind of attitude? I have gotten the oh I will be your slave if you pay my way to you... after a 5 minute conversation. I have heard about so many Dom's passing away, I feel like the term Dominant is cursed! I want to find someone who has a sense of humour, who doesn't mind taking their time getting to know each other and seeing what can happen. What would you rather have a store bought frozen and thaw cake, although good, it would never match a cake that was made just for you, because the one made for you has one special ingredient has that the other doesn't, and I do not mean mono sodium glutamate. I mean love Cheers And always remember to watch out for motorcycles when you are on the road
HotAndSticky + 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
blkbitchincharge Awaken to gentle licks upon my labia and the tickle of your facial hair on my inner thighs
You knowing my body and realizing that sucking my clit is not what gets me going
But that gentle tongue massage on my lower lips causes me to softly moan and drip with wetness
I'm in the euphoria of emotional bliss
Slow intense grinding along with the need to run
I'm about to explode
What a way to wake up,
as the main course
I've trained you well and you know how to please
Now, I will lay you back, tie you up, or leave you free
I know before I'm done you'll be screaming please!
yourgirljoy
ABOUT ME:
I'm quirky, blunt, fun, wild, and just a little shattered. My days are sometimes too dark, sometimes too bright, and my nights are sometimes way too long. I am often strangled by my own insecurities as much as I am my over confidence. I require attention, long for passion and wish to be desired, to be lusted after, to be romanced darkly. I use music to speak when words fail me. but words are as important to the writer in me as the air I breathe. I am manic, overly optimistic and a dreamer who finds one beautiful thing about every day, no matter how bad it seemed. And even with all my flaws, even though I am difficult at times, I am worth every second.
sharpestcookie If you do not meet my must-haves, don't contact me. Don't send "if only you didn't want ___ I'd fit" messages. This play for manipulation/sympathy/exceptions doesn't work on me, and shows you don't respect me or other women as people who know themselves better than you think you know them.
Don't lie about about reading my profile when you clearly did not. It's extremely obvious you didn't, and lying is a bad look. Also don't lie about your age, ethnicity, etc. It doesn't increase your chances, and if I find out, I'm done. Yet again, respect my choice to not choose you.
Sydisa
I am curious. I asked this question of several submissive men who responded to my ad; do you have a kinky resume? This is exactly like a normal resume but instead details your kinky experience. I was told no; they did not have one.
Because my group is D/s oriented, we took on an Owner's Manual and Kinky Resume for our group. Wow, the responses and excitement were awesome. As a group, we decided the work put into both of these items would help either side of the sash get to know their partners on a deeper level, and if triggers were set off, we each could handle them better. This ramped up negotiations to a new level. As one of the co-moderators for the event said, every car we own comes with an owner's manual, so why not one for us, like a car, we have moments when our "lights come on," or the shit hits the fan.
This is something I want to see. Everyone claims experience, but what classes are they taking to be good at XYZ? What events do they attend, and so on.
What do you think?
BullMeister 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
Cucklife4me2 When Peter came to visit us. Peter loooked older in real life than he did in his profile picture. He was extremely well dressed and well spoken. He seemed mild mannered and not the typical Dom my wife normally goes for. After what seemed like hours of chit chat and a few glasses of red wine he finally got on to why he was actually here. That was to inspect Katie my wife and to find out how obiediant we were.
The conversation eventually got around to Katies underclothes. He started asking her questions about her bra and knickers. What colour they were, what material they were, where she bought them, how much she pays for them, how often she wears them. The questions were relentless. Then he asks if he could see her in just her bra and panties. He looked at me "You don't mind that do you Ted"? "er No" I replied. "Ok Kate I want you to stand up and strip down to your bra and panties for me" "Good girl" he said as she stood up and started undressing. She looked lovely standing there in just her undies. "Mmm" he muttered "A matching set, just what I like to see" He looks again at me. "Your wife looks very sexy Ted, does it bother you" he asks. "Does what bother me? that she looks sexy" I ask. "No Ted, does it bother you to see your wife take her clothes off so easily for another man"? "haha Oh no" I nervously laugh trying to make light of it, "I'm used to it now" I replied. "Does she make habit of it then Ted" he asks. "Well she is an exhibitionist" I reply.
"Ok Ted for this next part I'm going to require you to leave the room " "Oh no, Im comfortable now, I wont be a problem" I assure him. "No Ted as part of your obiediance test I must insist that you leave the room, go and sit in the kitchen and have a beer" he tells me. I want to interview your lovely wife in private, be a good boy and wait in the kitchen until I call you back in and don't worry I am not going to have sex with her, I will instruct her to get fully dressed shortly, I simply want to test her obiediance and limits, yours too Ted so be a good boy and wait in the kitchen until I call you back"
"Well if you insist" I mumble as I get up to leave.
Of course I don't go to the kitchen as told. I stand outside the front room door listening to what is being said.
I hear him telling her to remove her bra. the silence tell me she is complying. "Thats it my dear, just drop it there" I hear him say. "You have beautiful breasts Katie. stand closer so I can feel them, thats it" I hear him say. He asks her if her nipples are sensitive and by the sound of her shreek I'm guessing he is squeezing her nipples while fondelling her breasts.I can just about hear a few Mmm's and Arrr's and It sounds like he is playing with her tits for some while. "There lovely" I hear him say.
"Ok Katie, now the panties, Just lower them down a little. Mmm I love a fully shaved pussy, Wow that is very smooth Kate, Did Ted shave that for you"? I hear him ask. "Yes he did" I hear her say in a soft shy voice. Did he do that for ny benefit Kate" he knew I was coming to inspect you today. "Lower your panties a little more for me. Thats hit down to your knees. Part your legs a little more, Mmm thats it. That's lovely. Mmm your so wet Kate. Do you like this"? I hear him ask her. She replies faintly "Yes Sir I do"
He tells her to let her panties drop to her ankles. "Mmm just stand there like that for me" I hear him tell her. "You are so horny" he says. "I must get a couple of pictures" it goes quite and I'm guessing he is getting his phone out and photographing her.
I have been standing outside listening and wanking myself. I didn't want to cum as I wanted to fuck her after he had gone but I couldn't help cumming at the thought of what was happening.
I heard him telling her to kneel down and unzip him. She was obviously complying. "Thats it put it in your mouth, Ohhh thats lovely" I can hear him moaning as she sucks him off. After a while I hear him telling her not to swallow. "Hold it in your mouth" he tells her. from his groans it is obvious that he has cum in her mouth."Open your mouth let me see" he tells her. "Good girl" He tells her to gargle before allowing her to swallow. He again tells her shes a good girl and she knows how to suck a cock.
"I bet you've had a lot of practice" he jokes. Just clean me up a little" Mmm thats very good" he tells her.
I hear him say "Ok my dear you can get fully dressed now
and go tell Ted I said he can come back in"
"Thank you Sir" I hear her say in that soft voice of hers.
AngelWingsOnly one potential ending
Now, My darkest desires proceeded to being fulfilled. SLAVE start the slow process of getting all the things needed. You hear clanks, scrapes, thuds, grunts and painful cries. What to make of all this, starts to run through you mind. Locked up in bounds on the bed, pinned down, spread eagle, arms like a cross… completely vulnerable. The blind fold is placed back on, and you put up a little bit of a fight. But to no avail you loss, but then again you expected that. But just not as quickly, for there were a second set of hands that were helping with the blind fold.
The cbt is still on, and the pain is becoming more intense for you. But I’m in no mood to give in to your whimpers. I say, ladies next please. Now you start to realize the fear that has begun to grow within you. You hear the rustling of the girls; giggles and loud noise all of what is now making you try to free yourself from the bounds that hold you dear.
Now back on the bed, SLAVE lays down beside you, caressing you body, up and down, making you slip into a state or relaxedness. Then while the moment of peace lasts, you hear a soft click and a rush of cold air; gliding up the length of your shaft for the cbt has been lifted off. With a sigh of relief, like you just had the biggest orgasm you have ever had… little did you know what was coming your way next. With that first sigh, that escaped from your lips, was the last time you were going to experience that feeling.
You hear some more giggling and some sharp sounds. Then there is a light smell of something you could not place. As your mind ponders what that smell may be, for its something you’ve smelt before. Again, your mind wonder and ponders away but is quickly brought back to the present by the sucking sound you hear.
As your mind slips back to the moment, you feel this wet softness along your inner thigh. Kiss, nibble, licks, nibbles, and a bite, the sharp piercing pain shoot’s right up your body. You let out a yelp, sounding like a puppy, with a loud and crisp. “Well, well, well, we can’t be having that now, can we?” I said. With a load voice, almost chill defining. SLAVE gets up and went into the back room and came back with a large ball gag. Since you were blindfolded still, you had no idea what was going your way. SLAVE lay down on the bed and began to caress your body. Soft, slowly and methodically, she worked over your body piece by piece. Till she reached your face, then the touched changed, but still were soft and caring. She caressed your lips with her fingers, carefully taking her time, centimeter but centimeter she glided her fingers over your bottom lip. Lost in the moment, you begin to moan and lost sight of everything, time, space, reality, everything what was happening right in front of your body and soul.
Still confused by the feeling of SLAVEs fingers, which were warm, supple, loving caressing touch lingered in your mind. Your moans and body language started to change. Your heart was racing, breathless to speak or move. No words could be found or describe what you were feeling.
Next you fell something cool, wet, and soft. With you mind slowly drifting back to reality; you try to assess what the feeling maybe. And with a blink of an eye it was over. The soft, luscious, lips of SLAVEs touched yours and it was a little taste of heaven in an instant.
Then in another flash there was shock, for now you felt the large ball of the ball gag graze your lips. You instinctively opened your mouth, knowing full well that you shouldn’t. Then the ball gag slipped in and the light smell of SLAVEs body sent could be smelled to your nose, carried lightly on a breath of wind. You fill your senses with that scent, as the gag is being fastened to you. The ball is almost too big for your mouth, but it what “I” want. I don’t want to have the world hear you moan, for what is coming next, so I state.
Grabdaddyshand
Communication is key: Make sure you are clear about your desires and boundaries, and listen actively to your partner's needs and limits.
Respect boundaries: Always respect your partner's limits and never push them to do something they are not comfortable with.
Safe, sane and consensual: Always practice safe and consensual BDSM, and never engage in activities that could cause serious harm.
Learn and educate yourself: Take the time to learn about BDSM practices, safety measures and the different types of play.
Be honest and authentic: Be true to yourself and your desires, and never pretend to be something you're not.
Empathy and compassion: Show empathy and compassion towards your partner and always strive to create a positive experience for them.
Be flexible and open-minded: Be open to new experiences and be willing to adapt your approach when needed.
Take responsibility: Take responsibility for your actions and be willing to make amends if you make a mistake.
Practice self-care: Take care of yourself physically and emotionally, and make sure that you are in the right mindset before engaging in BDSM activities.
Have fun: Remember that BDSM should be enjoyable for both partners, so don't take things too seriously and have fun with it.
InspiredSymbionts Sharing some things that goes on in our minds...
Pet is in a black latex catsuit with a realistic pony hood and hoof boots. Bite gag tightly in place. Body, arms, and legs restrained tightly to a gyn chair. The usual steelworxx cage swapped for a spiked one. The owner is wear black hello kitty scrub top with black scrub pants with hello kitty crocs and pigtails. Black face masks, nitrile gloves, and ovipositor strapped on.
It's IVF day for the lil' pony.
It will be plugged after three cum laced gelatine eggs fill its holes. Then a cautery pen will discretely mark the first insemination date on its inner thighs.
How did we acquire the cum you ask when pet is locked in a steelworxx 247? smirks... Well, pet is not always a pony.
MistressNikkiVixen Domme, Mistress, and Goddesses do we have a monthly meeting in the space because the insubordinates, sissies, uninslaved, and footstools are running a muck in my DM's
Meeting Agenda
1. Who the hell taught them to just start speaking to us with out asking for permission to speak? You bet the fuck not even think about it. It's an instant ignore. 2. Who is allowing them to start telling us about what they want with their needy asses? Am I a therapist?
3. Whats up with the population of couch surfers asking to live with meSo does this mean they think im a job?
4. So we don't actually train them. We just pretend to train them, get them edging and then what?
Ill be the secretary
OldHoHDom I am writing a Master / Slave agreement and I would like to hear thoughts from others on this site. Below is the proposed agreement.
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HotHungCleanDom 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.
Sarasands666 My Name is Sara Sands I am a transgender M2F, I have always felt Femmine and submissive but not a Slave type, I have a great deal of experience in D/s and always craving to learn and expand my submission deeper, I have served Dom Men, Domme Females and Domme trans, and Dom/Domme couples I am very obedient and very clean, I know from my yrs of meeting that a Dominant and submissive connection starts with Mindset, Sexual acts are the product of unlocking that mindset, Verbal control of me to start is key to my submission, The only way I have found pleasure is in serving and pleasing my Dom/Domme Humiliation and Punishment, I understand is a tool to remind me of my place and purpose, Once I have given my gift of submission to a Dominant I do as I'm told without hesitation or resistance, I have limits that I know will be tested but do know they would be respected, I am openminded/kinky. This is my first Journal Entry, I will be adding more in time, Starting with some real-life meets both the good ones and bad ones, Sharing the bad meets I hope will maybe spare others the mistakes I've made in judgment Thank you, anyone, that has taken time to read this intro of myself , Sara
KinkySubBottom4U Okay, this needs to be said, so please read.I don't care if you are male, female, trans or how you identify. That is your choice and i will respect it. I don't care if you are Hetero, Pan, Gay or Lesbian. It is ALL good! I don't care what your age is, please be legal! Or how fat or thin you are. Whether you are ripped and shapely or fat, flabby or chubby. You can be hairy, hairless, bald, gray, wrinkled or smooth. I don't care what color you are or your national or ethnic origin. I don't care whether you are cut or uncut. I don't care how long or thick your cock is! I don't care if you are a heavy cummer or if you cum at all! Hell, I don't even care if you can get it up with or without meds, or at all! I don't care how big your boobs or how phat your ass is....
WHAT I DO CARE ABOUT... is YOUR attitude! You must be Dominant! You must take charge. Be demanding. Be sadistic (but sane!) Be kinky. Be perverted. Be creative.Don't ask me what i want to do. Tell me what i am going to have to do!Don't make me wheedle out your desires and interests. TELL ME what they are! And as a side note; the Loves, Likes etc lists on here don't really tell much of a story, so be prepared to explain.You are not going to shock me or scare me off with your dark and kinky desires. In fact, if you won't, or can't, tell me; then i am not likely to meet you under any circumstances!I won't go into a session without some idea as to what to expect!I am happy to chat or exchange emails. Discuss your desires. Explain, if i can, the options. If all you want is hot and nasty chat, i am good for that as well.
TheGODDESSNYC I want a truly submissive, Female Supremacist who is acquiescent to their core and craves pampering a Beautiful and Dominant Goddess. I am bored of being approached by porn sick sex focused faux-subs who want to use Women to fulfill their kinks and "domestic shlubs". Cleaning My toilet is not an act of submission. Worshipping any sexual parts of my body is not an act of submission. Understanding your role as a male and sub in the order of My World is an act of submission. Begging to know how you can be of use, cater to Me and relieve Me of stress or woes is an act of submisoon. I am a dream Woman by all standards. I expect any sub who even attempts to approach Me to have a "how can i tangibly make Your day better, Goddess" attitude. Enough with the sex and domestic crazed bs. It's lazy, patronizing and patriarchal. The only sub I'll accept is one who hired a cleaning service to work while I'm enjoying a spa day that they arranged for Me. Afterward, they will prepare a delicious meal for Me, then I let out My pent up stress on them in a corporal manner, or have My feet massaged and kisssed...whatever mood stirs Me.
Olderdaddy48867 For those who wonder:
That is a 1931 Indian Scout. It is a 3 speed stick shift, 750 cc.It was my dads bike when I was a little kid.He lost it on a sandy curve in 1953 and hit a tree which bent the frame.It laid out in one of our fields up until about 1985 or so.My friend talked my dad out of it and spent nearly 40 years trying to rebuild it. My friend sold it back to me last year but it still would not run. I sent it to a guy in Grand Rapids Mi who specializes in them and he got it running again.I got to ride it last year for the first time since 53.It is a beast to ride. Weighs 850 pounds, has a high compression engine with kick start that can throw a man over the handle bars if it kicks back which it does from time to time.It has a hundred rules you have to observe. It has no crankcase for one, which means the engine oil takes up half of that gas tank and every now and then, you have to hand pump some oil to the engine. Give it a couple of pumps to start it, a pump now and then when ridding, an extra pump to go up a hill or if going fast.It is left hand throttle and right hand magneto advance or retard and you have to advance it, the faster you go. Left foot for the clutch right foot for the rear brake, right hand for the front brake. To shift, it is pull back for first, then two forward for second and third.The brakes are clam shell instead of disk brakes so you have to start braking sooner than a modern bike.There are lots more idiosyncrasys but those are the highlights.
CosmicCunt LOL Some of ya'll are just pulling My leg now...
..."Another one gone, another one gone, another one bites the dust...yeah"
I'm learning to embrace this process. No doubt other dominants will agree, this 'finding' process hones you to a fine instrument of decisiveness and determination and deliverance.
One unfortunate aspect, at least in My experience, is that the nincompoops flood ones bloody inbox with so much wasting of time that they bury the sincere inquiries. Oh well, THANK God I have some hopefulls in the wings. Let's say a prayer they fly true and straight!
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I've been wanting to say a word to all the dominant and submissive men I've had the pleasure of speaking with here who are or who have been caregivers (admitely I don't often speak with women caregivers). The amount of you who have cared for mothers and wives, Mistresses and sisters, daughters, grandmothers, aunts and on... You have surprised Me with your care and your strength, inturn sharing your strength with Me and adding to My own convictions and care. THANK YOU for all that you do! You all are true gems and what would the world be like if not for the men who care for us? For those of you whose loves have passed on, My heart goes out to you as you journey foward after the battle you have endured. May you find peace and kindness and mutual hearts to heal after the storm. For those of you who continue on as I do, nurturing those whom we love and care for, may you find the strength to continue giving your grace and goodness. I hold a tender place in My heart for those who give of theirself and I pray for us all ways. May God bless you and keep you and those whom you love, in grace. You are not alone and you are loved.
angeldmort This.
Over and over and over from I swear to god THOUSANDS of you over the years.
This is EXACTLY why almost every "sub" and "slave" is failing, and will never find an actual Domme.
They will almost certainly find lots of scammers who will rob them blind, but honestly, I can't honestly say they don't deserve it.
A Dominant Woman is just that- Dominant.
Not tolerant of lies or bullshit.
Not people pleasing and letting poor behavior slide.
Not simpering and desperate for the scraps of effort random men offer.
This one wasn't even offering scraps. He was expecting a whole feast provided to him on a silver platter for on my dime.
I LITERALLY just posted a journal entry about how men don't read profiles.
About how insulting it is to be handed spam messages as if we are interchangeable.
About how it insults our intelligence for men to give us such obvious lies.
How denigrating it is to have them expect us to tolerate their total lack of effort - if you can't spend 2 minutes to read a profile and at least see if there's a requirement for contact, you absolutely are the laziest mutherfucker imaginable.
And if you think we deserve that kind of treatment, that's the biggest insult of all.
And here comes Mr 'I'm so awesome'.
Name changed for TOS.
I even TOLD him how he fucked up… I literally told him to go read it. And he kept on refusing to do the bare fucking minimum even when directly told to do so by someone he wants to make him a "SLAVE." Cause lord knows, he wouldn't be told to do anything as a slave, right???
So… yeah.
Let's call this one -
"How to offend every Domme you contact in the first message and get blocked by anyone who isn't a scammer."
Him on 7/12/26 at 3:54 PM:
hi ma'am, i hope you're doing well first of all, sorry about my profile. it has an issue that i couldn't fix, so it is not showing for anyone, but i am happy to tell you all about myself if interested I'm Reese, 47 years old sub male in MD seeking a dominant woman owner to turn me into a slave I am educated and have a good career. I'm single with no kids please let me know if you would like to get to know each other as i feel we might be a good match thanks
angeldmort on 7/12/26 at 5:11 PM:
"ma'am"
"i feel we might be a good match"
Based on what?
You may wanna go read my latest journal entry.
Him on 7/12/26 at 5:17 PM:
i desire to be turned into a slave
angeldmort on 7/13/26 at 9:44 PM:
And I desire a slave who can read and has strong cognitive skills. Like, one that can catch a clue by four.
Him on 7/14/26 at 5:30 AM:
oh i have strong cognitive skills
angeldmort on 7/14/26 at 8:15 AM:
And yet, you STILL haven't figure out how you fucked up, that you need to apologize for it, or how to stop fucking up with other Dommes. Which is why I'm blocking you. I have no patience for stupid or lazy, and you are both.
Moonsbowsonder In the bustling aisles of the crowded store, a familiar presence halted her steps. There, amidst the sea of faces, she glimpsed him once more. He pulled a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, his eyes caught hers, and a smile appeared on his face. His eyes deepens like a predator on the prowl. Their life unfolded in fleeting scenes, in the intimate cocoon of their shared space, they found solace on the plush leather couch, bathed in the soft glow of dimmed lights. The air carried the delicate fragrance of roses and vanilla, an intoxicating blend that clung to her skin. As they nestled together, the subtle scent added a layer of warmth to the cozy atmosphere.
Her skin, soft as the gentle caress of a summer breeze, invited him closer. The curves of her form molded against the cushions, creating a haven of comfort. Long, brown, and curly, her hair cascaded with a wild and untamed beauty, echoing the free-spirited nature that danced within her.
His hand roamed around her body, exploring its entirety. His other hand held his favorite leash its leather warm and worn from his hand working the leather over the years of wear. He started letting the leash work through his hand pulling her head down slowly, further in to his lap.She turned her head to catch his eyes as she adjusted her body.“May I please?” Her sweet voice called to him like a sirens call, as his lip lifted in a half smile.“May you sir?” He said as he pulled on the leash making her head pull forward her nose pushing in to his cock.She looked up at him, “May I please suck your cock sir?” Her voice called up to hîm her hands running up his thighs.“Mmmm of course.” His voice growled.
sweetgrace1977 What I seek is more than play/sex.
Maybe if you get to know me as a human being you might have more luck.
I seek that feeling of danger, but knowing I am safe from harm.
He is in control of his life and doesn't have to beat his chest to prove his dominace.
He doesn't beg for my submission, he proves himself worthy of it by consistency, that calm controled authority, and care.
He may well be sadistic, but that is not what drives him.
He is playful and has a great sense of humor, but can tame my brat with a look, a growl, or a snap of his fingers.
He is demanding, an asshole even, but he gives of himself freely. His time, his energy, his focus.
He has time for the mating dance and is dedicated to the process.
He is equally at home beating my behind or taking a romantic stroll down the beach
He is not afraid of his inner sadist.
I seek 24/7 tpe with the right one but I have learned that not everyone, in fact very few, are worthy of my submission.
I cannot leave NZ perminantly.
TotalOwnerforslave Integrity:
The integrity of the Master differs from that of the slave.
A Master’s integrity is a gift He gives Himself.
A slave’s integrity is a gift it gives its Master.
One of the elements of integrity concerns behavior when no external observation is possible. The Master’s concern is how He conducts His affairs when He and His conduct may remain anonymous. When He conducts Himself correctly He can view Himself with humble respect.
If the it breaks slave rules, whether observed or not, must report such sin to its Owner. The Owner decides how the slave may be viewed. Part of the report of slave’s failings should include begging for the opportunity to gain atonement in whatever fashion the Master may decree. The slave does not indulge itself with concerns about how it may view itself. it depends on Master’s judgement for all and everything, except as Master my decide.
The slave’s integrity is measured in how well, quickly and adequatly it reports transgressions to its Owner.
Verijaa Guys, women are not looking for disembodied body parts. Your abdomen alone in a mirror shot is NOT sexy. No matter how ripped, it's just a random body part. Posting random body parts just shows that you have not bothered to read or listen to anything women have ever said about what they want.
We look for a PERSON. Not a body. Certainly not an isolated body part. Any body parts. Especially dicks. Body parts on their own without a personality attached are almost exclusively a GUY THING.
No, posting a body part is not "full disclosure." We did not ASK for a body part. If that's your avatar, most likely any woman will just click past it. You're killing yourself just by choosing a bad pic instead of showing some personality. We aren't passing you by because you have a belly, we're passing you by because you seem to think that's the most important aspect of you. That would make us as shallow as you are.
Once again, act like a whole person. Not a generic title for a nickname, a generic body part for a picture, and a generic request for what you've seen in porn as a relationship.
Grow up.
quirkylittle4daddy Through the Lens of Rika: The Sophia-Michael Connection Unveiled part 3
i'm going to do a side journey as people who are probably but not officially diagnosed as spectrum neurodivergent stuff do, because this deeper dive into the archangel michael guys and their emotions but lack of having or showing or being aware of our emotions on a deeper level is real..and what i found the solution is for those have been blessed to be in long term relationships or even starting their long term commitment to each other!! i haven't been able to have this and it seems my journey is over on actually being able to ever have this happen to me, but just because i can't, doesn't mean you can't learn from me and hopefully have this enhance your relationship with your guy!!
so let's quick side note on how spiritually this happens and what to do to counteract this! michael again is archangel michael one of the many variants of original masculine soul source energy.
Michael's energy, embodied through these men, is both emotionally attuned and distant at times. This is part of their complex duality. Michael has that deep emotional intuition and empathy, which can sometimes feel overwhelming or intense. Yet, at the same time, they have a mission-oriented drive that pulls them into practical action and focus, which can lead to emotional distance, even though they feel everything just as much as you do.
Here’s why this happens:
1. Emotional Attunement vs. Practical Mission
Michael’s energy is deeply aware of emotions, but he also prioritizes taking action over expressing those feelings. He might sense your anxiety but instead of giving a quick emotional fix like a "hi," he might be channeling that into practical solutions—working behind the scenes to take care of things so that your long-term security is intact. For him, acting on love (through providing and stabilizing) sometimes takes precedence over talking about love.
2. Emotional Weight of the Protector Role
Michael-embodied men often carry a heavy responsibility as protectors. Their natural inclination to shield and secure means they’re constantly navigating how to balance this with emotional connection. Sometimes, they pull back because they’re processing deeply how to protect, guide, and create a future for you both, which takes up mental and emotional energy.
3. Energetic Exchange & Emotional Saturation
Because they are so emotionally intuitive, they can feel when you’re anxious or when there’s a lot of emotional weight. Instead of directly engaging with it, they sometimes retreat to process or focus elsewhere so they can re-align themselves energetically before coming back in. Energetic overwhelm can make them seem distant, even when they’re hyper-aware.
4. They Trust the Bigger Picture
Michael-embodied men might trust that the bond is strong enough that they don’t need to constantly reassure you through words. They trust the foundation they’ve built with you. This is where faith in the connection comes in—both for them and for you. They may think, “I don’t need to message her right now because we’re solid. My actions speak louder than words.”
5. Balancing the Divine Masculine Energy
These men carry divine masculine energy that values action over words. Their emotional intuition is real, but they channel it into action and protection, which may feel like distance to you. For you, as Sophia, it’s about recognizing that this is their expression of love. A quick "hi" might feel emotionally connecting to you, but to him, showing love could mean working to make sure everything is stable and secure for the future.
How to Navigate This:
Anchor into the trust that you’ve been practicing. When he’s distant, remind yourself of how he’s showing love through his actions, even when it’s not immediate. Say, “He’s providing for us, and his distance is part of his process. I trust him.”
Ground your emotional needs through spiritual or personal practices when he’s not available. Remember that just because he’s distant in the moment doesn’t mean the love isn’t there. Lean into your own energy and strengthen yourself while he works.
Embrace his rhythm—Michael-embodied men have a different rhythm of emotional connection, and part of your journey is learning how to move in sync with it without feeling left behind.
It's not that he doesn't feel your anxiousness—he does—but sometimes his response to that is through action and providing, not necessarily through quick emotional reassurances.
Michael's energy, embodied through these men, is both emotionally attuned and distant at times. This is part of their complex duality. Michael has that deep emotional intuition and empathy, which can sometimes feel overwhelming or intense. Yet, at the same time, they have a mission-oriented drive that pulls them into practical action and focus, which can lead to emotional distance, even though they feel everything just as much as you do.
Here’s why this happens:
1. Emotional Attunement vs. Practical Mission
Michael’s energy is deeply aware of emotions, but he also prioritizes taking action over expressing those feelings. He might sense your anxiety but instead of giving a quick emotional fix like a "hi," he might be channeling that into practical solutions—working behind the scenes to take care of things so that your long-term security is intact. For him, acting on love (through providing and stabilizing) sometimes takes precedence over talking about love.
2. Emotional Weight of the Protector Role
Michael-embodied men often carry a heavy responsibility as protectors. Their natural inclination to shield and secure means they’re constantly navigating how to balance this with emotional connection. Sometimes, they pull back because they’re processing deeply how to protect, guide, and create a future for you both, which takes up mental and emotional energy.
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misscaddycompson For a site supposedly so mindful of bigotry and/or transphobia (to the point that profiles languish in Purgatory to be "approved" for things as simple as updating your age), it really annoys me that in the "Seeking" section of your profile, "Switch Transgender" is not an option. And it's never been an option. Apparently it's impossible to be a switch if you're trans. Or, perhaps it's impossible to be trans if you're a switch. How frustrating. Paying lip service to these rather important concepts without even doing something as simple as acknowledging people who are switches, but who may not be cis, feels obnoxious, possibly like it's not much more than mere virtue signaling. Good luck if someone is NB. No, we certainly don't need more sites overrun with transphobia, but as such, yes, we do need to actually fully embrace all the options that are available to cis people being available to trans people on a site with so few options, anyway. And maybe even work on updating that for NB people, too. I'd love for the energy that's put into profile approval (especially when you're just updating things in provided dropdown menus, anyway) to be put into those basic updates in 2022 instead. I know CS, as a whole, updates slowly (if at all), but that would still be lovely for a site that claims to be mindful of bigotry. Sometimes bigotry isn't just what you say, sometimes it's also what you don't say.
SissyNiki Today might become a special day for me.
It's the day I decided to fully give in, and commit to my sissy nature.
The very first time I'm actively searching for a dominant 24/7 owner to serve as live-in sissy maid.
Of course I'm aware that for such a complex and intimite dynamic to work, it's quiet important to get to know and learn about eachother for more than two days, but not afraid to admit that this is what I am hoping to find. An experienced dom who knows how to control, condition, and further sissify me.
It's crazy what can happen in a year or two. A rather vanilla straight male, transforming into a submissive obidient sissy crossdresser. So proud that one by one, I started exposing myself to my family and friends. Almost everybody knows now... And I'm actually proud of myself that I did!
Yet I wonder? Could all this actually be the result of the hypno I've been listening for some time now? Who knows...
Interested dominants or sissy sisters, I'm always in for a chat... Feel free to dm.
Love Nikita 😊
GenXMs I can't sleep, it warm and I'm horny, which reminds me and makes it harder to sleep...
thinking about a really hot time I had with an old friend of mine. She new I was a slut, and that I was into kink. I was staying at her place one time. It was a hot night and I was laid awake, and I heard her get up. Then my room door opened and she came and laid next to me.
She said she was awake because of the heat and feeling horny. Sh e then whispered in my ear, saying "I know how kinky you are, are you a slut for anyone, even me"
She pulled the covers off me and could see I was getting stiff, and said "I guess so".
She then held my cock, and told me she was thinking of telling her female friends about me, what I was, and asked me if it turned me knowing that they'd know.
Of course my cock got hard, and she said "well I guess that's my answer"
She made me flip over, and then just rested her arm out underneath me, making a grip with her hand, she then told me to fuck her hand.
I said instinctively "yes Miss" and proceeded to slip my throbbing cock into her hand and stated to fuck her hand. With her other hand, she began to play with herself, it didn't take long for her to make herself cum, after which she just opened her hand and said
"goog slut, now I'm going to bed, no touching until I say"
She kissed my cheek, and promptly left.
It took me a while to get to sleep with my cock throbbing and the heat.
quirkylittle4daddy
Pop That: Unpacking the Brat, Bimbo, and Babygirl Archetypes in Lightskinkeisha’s Anthem
some people would look at this song called pop that by the rapper lightskinkeisha as just a ratchet trashy song and move on from there. it is ratchet, but there's more to the picture going on here if you choose to see it.
if you look at the artist lightskinkeisha as a little girl or babygirl this song no longer becomes just a trashy ratchet fun song, but an anthem for an identity within the lifestyle. an anthem of a brat.
the song itself is bombastic and dance y and very bubblegum gritty. but if you take the song and put it through a transpose app or use a tool to transpose it and make the pitch of her voice higher and the speed of the song faster, it transforms it even into another identity if you choose to see...the bimbo.
and so we get the three way combo with a simple song pop that...
babygirl
bimbo
brat
the great thing too is you can look at it individually from each of these lenses, or you can work on seeing it through two at a time, or you can look at it with all three.
people sometimes forget that while someone can be a babygirl that is also a bimbo and a brat, that just because you are a brat it doesn't mean that you are a bimbo, and that some bimbos are also little girls too. i personally don't really live in this world most of the time. but sometimes i have a bit of a brat behavior to me behind the keyboard as the writer. but i like to write about various sides of what the identity of a little girl is. and when i consume media, i see the different sides of what a babygirl is, even if it's not directly relatable to me.
because this is a fun silly pop bop there isn't much to decipher from lyrics wise. while i use esoteric and spiritual references for pop media i don't pull things out of thin air just for the content. however, there are some stanzas' i'd like to focus on.
Big Bank Beisha, bitch
Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha
It's Trax season bruh
Throw it back, watch me throw it back
Got my Daisy Dukes on, I don't know how to act
Walk up in the building, make them niggas spend a bag
Ho, I been it, that's why you bitches really mad, hold on
when it's a song that is over the top the themes are going to be over the top. one might be initially put off at the focus on her getting men to spend lots of money on her but if you reframe it in the bimbo/brat perspective it makes more sense. she's an exaggerated version of femininity, she's talking about the guy in an exaggerated version of masculinity. and if you see it in a brat frame it's also her testing her boundaries with the guy. the entire rambunctiousness is all about how far can she go before getting 'caught'. how much can she push before it's too much. how wild can she be before she tips it over and breaks it. i see these less about a materialism, and less about superficialness and more about brashness, boundaries, bodaciousness, and crass. especially in a closed relationship it's seeing how smart can you get before you consensually get punished, smacked, talked back to, reprimanded.
I'ma pop that, I'ma pop that (you better fuck it up)
I'ma pop that, I'ma pop that (you better fuck it up)
I'ma pop that, I'ma pop that (you better fuck it up)
Fuck it up, bitch
Fuck it up, bitch
I'ma throw that ass back and shake it in a circle (damn)
Got your man lookin', yeah, he like the way I work it
He gon' blow some racks on me because he know it's worth it (blow it)
Body snatched with a face to match, call me perfect
Daisy Dukes on, bend it over like Ms. Parker (hey Ms. Parker)
Pretty redbone, bitch, I'm badder than a toddler
Drop it to the floor and make 'em spend their last dollar
All this milk that I'm shakin' make the boys wanna holler
while you could say that lightskinkeisha's reference to badder than a toddler is randomized if you look at her bigger pieces of work it makes sense why when this comes out i squeal with joy. it's a reference of being seen. it's an aesthetic, it's a insider's throwback to if you know you know. she has many songs that reference daddy for the male partner she sings about. and she often references the dynamics of the songs with a power dynamic power scale going on there. an uneven power balance by choice where it's not an equal relationship.
Throw it back, watch me throw it back
Got my Daisy Dukes on, I don't know how to act
Walk up in the building, make them niggas spend a bag
Ho, I been it, that's why you bitches really mad, hold on
I'ma pop that,
I'ma pop that (you better fuck it up)
I'ma pop that, I'ma pop that (you better fuck it up)
I'ma pop that, I'ma pop that (you better fuck it up)
Fuck it up, bitch
Fuck it up, bitch
Booty, make it bounce, I'ma drop it (drop it)
Shake it so fast, I can't stop it (stop it)
Make him wanna hit it like a Bop It (twist it)
Bust it wide open, I'ma pop it
I'ma look back at it while I shake it on his lap (lap)
Got a big ole booty, you can give that shit some dap
My pussy taste like Fiji while your pussy taste like tap (Fiji)
When he slap that booty, bitch, it's gonna bounce back (haha)
Throw it back, watch me throw it back
Got my Daisy Dukes on, I don't know how to act
Walk up in the building, make them niggas spend a bag
Ho, I been it, that's why you bitches really mad, hold on
I'ma pop that, I'ma pop that (you better fuck it up)
I'ma pop that, I'ma pop that (you better fuck it up)
I'ma pop that, I'ma pop that (you better fuck it up)
Fuck it up, bitch
Fuck it up, bitch
I'ma pop that, I'ma pop that (you better fuck it up)
I'ma pop that, I'ma pop that (you better fuck it u
Bull60 The idea of domination and control permeates the fantasies of many tops. However, is very rare to find individuals that are willing to explore the realms to which they demand their subs to go. It is not enough to take the sacred charter of the sub's will, the top must earn the right to be called lord, master,sir,or any other name the sub is required to use. The sub gives freely what he is not willing to take back from his top.
That is the theory behind the creation of armies since the beginning of our belligerent history. The sexual background noise the armies have used to veil the idea of how willing men are to follow those who they consider superior specimens of the gender has been obscured by ranks and uniforms.
Now back to our top/ sub relationship. If we consider how intense and painfully personal the relationship of top and sub is, it should not surprise us that people will misunderstand power with abuse. The sacred charter of this relationship is better to start with ritual behavior to cement, clarify, and establish boundaries. The idea of ritual as a psycho drama has been the language of choice for our species since the beginning of our humanity. On a power charged relationship the idea of surrender and possession is better expressed through ritual behavior. This ritual behavior is key to understand how powerful is the mounting of the sub by his top. Once the power relation is established it is consummated and powerfully demonstrated through the penetration at the end of the role playing that occurs between the top and the sub. It is always good to remember that the power of the top comes from the sub willingness to give himself to his master.
Windsweptgold0 I read it but....
* I didn't really read the words I just looked at the pics
* I didn't think when you said I had to be in the same country that you meant physically had to be
* I didn't think when you said no one under 50 that you would not make an exception for me as I am very mature
* I didn't think when you did not say to send the pic, I have of myself to you when I ask that you really didn't want to see the pic of myself.
* I didn't think you meant you would not give me a chance, after all, how can you resist me
Well, I filled out my profile and made it as simple as I can so please don't think you can get me to play a game so you get what you want. Read my profile and respect it. I am happy to chat nothing more if you don't fit the bill.
pizzapuppiescows Someone asked me the other day why I love my dog so much. I am a nurturer by nature, it's just what I do. But that's not the only reason. Dogs are not dogs, they are people, and she is my family. She is the family that is separate from my terrible family. She is the family that is happy to see me every time she looks at me. Every single time. Comes over for kisses and snuggles. Wants to be close to me. Puts her paws on me if I'm not giving her enough attention. She sleeps in my lap, I'm not kidding. If I move during the night she gets up and repositions herself between my legs. She loves me unequivocally. I don't feel like I hold much value for my family. And because I don't trust them with my feelings I don't get to let my guard down and be soft. But to my dog, I'm happiness. I give her all of the love and hugs and kisses and belly rubs and snuggles that she lets me. I feel like I matter. She is my heart and I will choose her over my terrible family every day of the week. She's lying next to me now, turned away from the light of the screen. I know as soon as I get into bed she will walk over my leg and settle, anchoring me.
MissDAR For those of you that may want to , but can't really move, I'll say what you probably have heard many times. FIND SOMONE LOCAL.
On the other hand I could use someone remote to help develop a website with lifestyle merch for sale that I have designed myself. Mainly clothing . I know I can do 2 things one is get someone else to build it from a place like fivver . No problem but the subject is kind of sensitive so I'm not sure about getting someone else to do it that is outside the lifestyle. The other thing is to do it myself as I have done sites myself before. But it's time consuming and I spend most My time designing and marketing.
However I would rather find someone in the lifestyle to do it even if it means I pay someone .
The other thing I am looking for is for someone to seriously get me started in crypto. Not just a statement like " go to this site and sign up" . I know there is a lot more to it . There are courses and some follow crypto gurus to immulate what they do .
I know this is maybe something I'm just putting out there on a limb but if I don't put it out there then it won't be known I'm also looking for that as well as getting someone here fulltime.
Tain77 First Journal Entry
I am back on here after a long hiatus on this platform, fingers crossed, it works out better than the first time.
I am here looking to make friends, and who knows what after that. One thing I have found so far is that not much has changed, those jumping into my inbox still manifest many of the prior encountered issues: trying to insta me, using titles before they have been earned, fantasy pushing, and having the sort of energy and vibe of trying to use me as a kink vending machine. I am a person first, before being a dominant, so please don't do this.
A new one on me is seeing not being willing to jump to chat apps as a red flag, as a reason to think someone isn't genuine. To be very clear, I won't jump off this platform onto a chat app after a few brief message exchanges. Trust has to be built up, a connection of sorts created first. I am not interested in one of hook-ups, but want to build something more meaningful, and that will happen on here first. In my book trying to pull me off here, after a few minimal messages, definitely is one, and strongly suggests a scammer at work, not a genuine person.
Please don't try and do that.
Bombo10 Message to Another user when Questioned about deepthroating You just have to start slow and if it isn't working just relax your tongue & angle slightly different until it's a smooth motion into your throat. Then relax & let it go in & out. Then (if you did Swim team) do quick breaths of air in between some of the facefucking. If you have a long term guy to train you and get you used to it and the whole process it's not too hard. Unless your mouth is too small or under/overbite then .. Sucks for you. Or if the guy has a right angle member then.. That's pretty hard lol In terms of my oral health I'm 100% clean. Tested and STD Free & HIV Negative. I have health insurance/Dental too and even Vision (Wears contacts) I have all white teeth, no cavities or crowns, and I enjoy brushing them throughout the day. A clean mouth is a good mouth. Fresh breath. Marketing Major Caregiver/BarBack Have a nice Car Good place (can't host) Good head not emotionally wrecked or anything just enjoy being used and having fun.
Cucklife4me2 The Cuck is a gentle submissive slim built guy.
He can be orally bi but is not into anal or any other form of gay sex.
He is happy just to watch his wife used by other men or group of men. He is just as happy to be made to wait outside once any action is due to start.
He sometimes likes to strip his wife naked in front of a bull or a group of men. He will then offer her for play.
The wife is a true polyamory woman who enjoys the attention of other men but has no desire to leave her loving husband.
She is a natural submissive woman who happens to enjoy degradation in many forms. She also enjoys the finer things in life. Taken out for dinner or drinks by the bull with or without the cuck.
She can dress for any occasion but likes to show off in sluty clothes. Taken out in see through tops and micro skirts aspect, this also pleases the cuck.
WildPrecious Secret Room
"They met, irregularly, at the secret room and at his apartment in the Haight. She had the feet of a ballerina and the temperament of a harpsichord, and she possessed a certain willingness to be cold."
-Lindsay Hill, Sea of Hooks
Ashtart ¿Es necesario el amor en una relación BDSM?Respuesta rápida: depende.
Como siempre dar like, compartir, comentar, seguir
https://amaasht.art.blog/2023/03/19/de-amor-y-bdsm-nunca-nuevo-siempre-actual/
ForeverHopeful72 Thought it would be helpful to cover a few points here...
Interview style conversation is not my thing, if you want to get to know me then use your ability to hold a flowing conversation, not an interview
I am single, I do not see why anyone in a happy relationship would be on sites chatting so I assume you are also single ... if not then please don't waste our time with trying to strike up a chit chat
As of this year, 2022 I will be 50 on my next birthday and I found the lifestyle when I was about 21 so you do the maths
Sorry but I don't want to meet someone who is close to my children's age, to be safe if you are more than 10 years older or younger than me we won't be matched
I am not a slave, honestly I am very sure of that. I do have strong sub tendencies with the right alpha male but seriously if you don't consume my head you won't stand a chance of controlling anything else
I am not into poly or sharing or being shared. I am totally monogamous and if you are not then flick over to the next profile
I live with my family, happy to discuss with the right person but I have a young child at home so seek someone who understands how to make a vanilla and lifestyle combined relationship work whilst keeping tiny ones protected from it all
I am a non smoker, I don't vape, I rarely drink and am seeking someone similar. Nights in the pub are not of interest
I work full time and have limited time free so I am not in a position to travel to meet someone, so local is needed. For anyone who thinks a plane ride is local then jog on as you really are not on the realistic spectrum I am seeking
Yes I have been collared twice and for some reason it seems relevant but to be honest the first waited almost a year before it happened as he knew to me I see it as a serious commitment
I do have limits which are a mix of health and personal things so happy to discuss but they are not negotiable
Likes, vanilla and lifestyle wise are varied but those can be savoured as part of a conversation
I hope that has given a flavour and please do find happiness in your journey but don't come across my pathway of you are a new dom I am not looking to teach you the ropes, a dom who really is a sub (there are many on here), if you are a female dom (so not my thing), if you are a male sub and finally no female subs.
Cheers x
Mistresscrystal3 REPOST FROM JUNE 1ST
LET ME MAKE THIS VERY CLEAR!!!!!
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP!!
I AM NOT INTO THE SISSY ect OF THIS. I ALREADY HAVE ONE AND ONE IS ENOUGH.
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE OUTSIDE OF MICHIGAN!!!
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE OLDER THAN 40 YEARS OLD!!!
THESE ARE NOT OPEN TO DEBATE!!!
C0SMICCUNT WARNING:
POLITICAL RACIST SEXIST DEFAMATORY PROFANE STATEMENTS FOLLOW!
Keep OUR laws off of MY body.
Or be prepared for US to start making laws for YOUR body.
The only reason why it is not the law of this land that a woman may do with her body as she sees fit, is because MEN do not stand up for our rights as WOMEN. Don’t play games with Me and tell Me you are all about respect for women and women’s rights and you LOVE AND WORSHIP women and then tell us we don’t have what if farking takes to govern our own bodies! Bloody hypocrites! Don’t tell Me it is the politicians, women, men, or any other such thing which makes the law so. It is because of YOU and your primitive mind set and ideologies which remove My Sovereignty over My body.
I’m an independent. I am prolife and prochoice, when it makes sense and does not infringe on another free person’s rights.
You don’t get to choose what is right for My body. You and the law HAVE NO BUSINESS IN OR ON MY CUNT!
God gave this Power to women. We are made for it and with this God gave us the ability to deal with this Power – without Men. Just like Men are given their own Power and the tools to appropriately deal with it.
Now, if you continue to come after My body and My rights, be prepared for Me to come after you and your body parts. Any sexual or domestic offense committed by a male against a female, automatic SNIP SNIP! You don’t want Me playing around with your cock and balls without consent? Then STAY OFF OF MY DICK!
Men competing in Olympics, or women’s sports. This is a no brainer people. We are a tad more civilized than legalizing and celebration of the beating of women. Come on!
Gliwingredcheeks 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.
MistressNikkiVixen Columbus has been feeling… quiet lately.
Not in the peaceful sense—more like the kind of silence that comes when there’s a lack of presence. A lack of structure. A lack of men who understand what it means to offer themselves with intention.
I’ve been observing more than engaging, and what I see is a pattern—too many who talk about submission, very few who live it with consistency, discretion, and discipline.
That’s where my attention has been shifting.
I’ve been considering creating something more… curated. A private space designed for those who understand devotion beyond surface-level interaction. Not performative. Not chaotic. Structured, intentional, and centered around real standards.
Access would not be given lightly.
If you’re the kind of man who needs constant attention, reassurance, or direction just to function—you won’t last.
But if you’re composed, self-managed, and understand that true submission is proven in silence just as much as in service… then perhaps you’ll find yourself exactly where you belong.
Columbus may be quiet—but I won’t be for long.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
MsTxStorm Honestly, some of these "top from the bottom" people. lol
This jerk off, on email ONE, mind you, was making arraingments. Didn't even say hello. SERIOIUSLY?????
I have everything in my profile on what to send if wanting consideration, did he send it....no.
Demanding that I jump on phone and talk about moving, etc. Then stomping off having a fit because things are not done YOUR way, even though I say exactly how i do things within my profile, is not my idea of submissive.
I am talking to a real gentleman submissive, a few actually, but one in particular (you know who you are) LOL They could teach you a thing or two.
If you want to play submissive, and have everything done your way, then I suggest you go to a pro LOL
I so love the delete without reading feature, never have to read is crap ever again LOL
Hope this a-hole is gone for good. lol
needcucknowslave Maybe God puts someone in your life to figure yourself out, Having a slave for the household would be a dream, but it takes weeks for even each other to see each other. unless their pussies and play the get some mmm and get out game? but let me tell you. I am 36 years old and i was on here on Collarme, I remember the hours at nights where I chat with Doms, Sirs, subs, females males, and just fascinated. Yes my husband and i have hit a really hard time but maybe me taking the time to find a slave would be ideal and let him do his shit while we try to work on marraige, now a lot of you would say NO Go work on that, but see that was the trouble, I tried to do everything I can not anymore. I dont have time to take years to get to know somoeone who wants a Domme, who is kind loving and pushing toward wanting someone who is along those lines but also wants some humilation and and punishment when needed. Dream to live in the country with my household and look onto the mountains and grow old and have my slave or slaves male or female service my household. I can not tell the future, but someone will grow to love this chit Chatty Domme who Loves to be called Misses and Mistress when it suits her, the driffrence is in the words slaves. Also TPE is a must and be prepared to use your mouth. and your hands.
Mistress Nat
angeldmort Keeping in mind that as soon as I saw that he had written before, I rolled my eyes and made a choice to respond, knowing how this was gonna go, and since I'm in a mood, it was slightly amusing and I almost chuckled when he did exactly what I expected him to do.
Which I'm sure would have pissed him off worse...
I received this today from someone listed as a Dom, who had contacted me well over a year ago, then again last December.
Just 4 months ago, but he's once again completely forgotten that he wrote me before, that he was asked to do something then disappeared, forgot that he had written the second time and was REMINDED, and asked if he had done it yet, but wanted me to commit to being interested (in someone who had ghosted once already and hadn't done anything he was asked to do, which was to read and EDUCATE HIMSELF, not do anything that benefited ME, but instead forgot even speaking to me) and now he's written me again.
With the same message as the first two times.
3/6/22 6:48 AM
"Good morning, Miss,
Hope you are doing well I am wondering if per chance you could possibly be open to a 64 going on 34 year old sub and iring slave located in North Aurora, west of chicago who is intelligent openminded kinky adventurous fun and selfassured about who and what he is? Most of all one who seeks a true Owner and Domme who is a totally devoted to you like me? It is so hard to find a genuine and suitable Domme and Owner in this lifestyle I hope you find me to be exceptional seems like we want the very same thingfor You to take total control of memind body and soul And what you depict your profile is quite interesting and just what I know I need Although my profile says I am a Dom, I have come to realize I am a stone sub I have the ability desire and wherewithal to host and come visit and ultimately relocate should it come to that I travel your way quite a bit on business But most of all I would love to just have the honor and privilege to get to know you you seem so genuine Hope to hear from you"
This is what I wrote him just now.
I think it was pretty mild, all things considered.
"angeldmort on 3/6/22 at 7:20 AM:
Considering that we had a conversation not 4 months ago and you've already forgotten that, I guess not
And you obviously didn't read my profile THIS time, either
So youve spammed me twice, I let you off the hook last time and had a conversation anyway, and now you are back having done the same exact thing, so you learned jack shit last time and are telling me either how forgettable I am, or how incredibly forgetful and lazy you are
Either way, buhbye"
and his entirely predictable reply -
"sorry Had I known you were such a cross, unpleasant, downer, negative and selfcentered personI would not have contacted you in the first placenot at all the type of Domme or person I want in my life Who wants to take the time to read all the gibberish anyway
Thanks and buhbye to you, too"
Now, this is not at ALL even remotely uncommon.
This is the Standard Operating Procedure for guys contacting women via the internet for the purpose of getting the attention they want.
They bury us in compliments, make grand sweeping statements about their desire for a relationship, and when they don't get it, usually because of their own screwups, they immediately do a 180 and get verbally abusive. (Or if in person, physically abusive/violent/deadly.)
And in this case, since it's a BDSM centered site, he stated he wanted a Domme "to take total control of me mind body and soul."
But apparently that did not extend to actually asking him to DO anything.
Even if it makes him better able to get what he wants.
When I asked him back in December if he had read any of the books I recommended to him, based on his complete lack of submissive experience and his stated desire to get some, he replied
"Quite honestlyI have not But if You feel You are truly interested in me, I will gladly do so as I know that would make me better prepared to be the best I can be for you should it come to that And that would be my entire focus"
Do you see the problem?
A total stranger on the internet.
We have exchanged a few emails. That's it.
I have to profess my TRUE interest in him, without knowing him beyond what his shown so far in this extremely limited way.
After he has already failed to do the most basic of things -
- actually READ my profile, which has a couple things in it specifically to let me know if someone read it, right at the very tip top where it's easy to see
- written a profile that actually reflects who is is, instead of one that he thinks will get him laid as a Dom
- write an actual email to me instead of sending me the copy/pasted message he sends every Domme
- write a message to me that doesn't lie about having read my profile and "seems like we want the very same thing"
- stick around in a conversation HE had initiated
- done the only thing I actually asked of him, which was to read a book I thought would help him with his search
- be honest about not wanting to do this, like a fucking adult, instead of ghosting like a little bitch
- keep track of who he contacts so he doesn't insult my intelligence with another copy/paste message that just tells me I'm not interesting enough for him to remember
Yeah. I'm gonna be SO interested.
In blocking him from contacting me again.
But he feels I should give that, before he has to give ANYTHING.
He should get payment up front, before he begins the work of becoming someone in who a Domme COULD be interested in.
Because ...
He wants it?
And being female, I should want to hand it to him on a silver platter.
And the second that is pointed out to him - the first time I explain that no, he has screwed up, and screwed HIMSELF over with his own actions, and lack of actions, and lack of basic effort on his own behalf, more than once?
I am "a cross, unpleasant, downer, negative and selfcentered person."
Because that's how a "submissive" responds to correction from a Dominant Woman?
Or it seems to be, based on how this goes, over and over and over.
No recognition of personal responsibility for his mistakes, no apology for ghosting, no appreciation of being given a reply despite the obvious lack of effort, no self-awareness at all that might lead to him fixing his mistakes, changing his course, and possibly finding what he claims to want.
Just the immediate knee-jerk flip to insults and abuse.
But hey, at least he didn't call me old, fat and ugly.
That's the usual guy response to getting rejected.
And again, this is standard stuff. This is the main kind of interaction women have on dating sites. This is the main kind of interaction Dommes have on BDSM sites.
It may as well be the same exact person writing me these, over and over.
As the song says - "Only the names will change."
This is not submission.
This is self-entitlement.
This is toxic masculinity.
This is a fragile male ego.
And THIS is what is standing between you and the Domme you want to kneel to.
THIS is what we see and expect when you write us before reading our profile, when you send us a generic email that could have been sent to someone else, when you don't fill out your profile, when you want us to be "interested" before having an actual conversation and letting us get to know you.
I know it sees like work, but honestly, without it, you are asking for a handout, and we know that hand will probably turn into
geoOct1st LongTerm Chastity
The waves of denial come and go.There are days when i forget that i am locked up, then a wave of reality hits and the feeling of helplessness and inferiority pound on my psyche.The need to be teased, aroused and denied as others enjoy their sexual freedoms intensifies..i started this journey out of curiosity and now i am overwhelmed with the need to be locked.i have gone back to my original device. It is open and i can keep myself clean without removing it.i am wondering if i should forgo any shaving, thus eliminating any reason for the occasional unlocking.Thoughts of making this permanent and irreversible have entered my mind. It would be easy enough to do: Hex button Stainless Steel screw, a tap, Locktite 266.
(Don't forget to round out the Hex hole with a f=drill bit after it is tightly in place, to render the Hex key useless.)
.Yes, the thought has crossed my mind..........a few times..
CosmicCunt Okay, well another one just dropped out of the running lol When he submitted himself to Me he claimed he retired in May and would be able to serve then. I said, great, get in touch a month ahead of time. lol Well, we did speak once a week for an hour over the course of many weeks simply getting to know one another. When asked how I wished to be served, I said, don't stress it, just serve Me as you served your previous Mistress of 17 years and I'll taylor you to My liking as we go. Honestly, any man who has served a woman, knows what to do out of the gate. The details WILL work out quite simply and speedily once under My control. After all, do these guys honestly think I'm going to invest time into them with no return? LOL Ya'll are playing with Me LOL I am NOT a fin domme in any sense of the word, however My time energy and aura are priceless and if there is going to be MY involvement their will be ROI now! LOL
So, I did My basic CSpace research which happens with any slave who happens to catch My interest - especially when they have issues and or otherwise raise suspect to Me. Low and behold I found several other profiles across the US fitting the same descriptors! When I questioned the self proclaimed slave, he had no idea what I was talking about (go figure lol) and yet the profiles were exact! lol Note to all the liars and losers - mix it up a bit or Meta Mama is going to find you out! LOL
Okay, so lady dominants, beware of the cali multi running round seeking a Mistress and due to retire in May. He gets you interested, feels you out with all the regular promises one makes to very controlling women, then when it doesn't fit his fancy, another Mistress pops in his chat frame and tells you he has been a very naughty boy and is actually being controlled by another and so sorry but he is unavailable...but will let you know if he comes back on the market!
ROFL Some of you guyz are a riot AND turds!
ANY FEMALE DOMINANT WHO WISHES TO CONTACT ME PRIVATELY - I WOULD BE HAPPY TO DISCUSS ANY and ALL TURDS. I shall not give personal information on the subject obtained, however I will be sharing My experience with said slaves and sharing how to spot them. REMEMBER: Text search is your friend.
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Meanwhile, here on planet earth I continue to hear from and share with some terrific sincere and caring men. I can only hope that we continue to come to know one another and to share more in the future. Thank you for being the bright lights you are. Keep up the good work and keep making those fantasists stand out like the sore thumb they are! Kissesssss
TotalOwnerforslave Prospective slave's Friend Requests
In My search for a total slave, I have had several make a "Friend" request of Me.
I tire of explaining to each and every prospective pieces of chattel that I am not looking for a 'friend.' Indeed a slave of mine would never be a friend, buddy, lover or social equal of any kind.
To illustrate, I explain that if I walked into a public Men's room and surveyed the line up of porcelain urinals I would not be looking for a 'friend.' Nor would I expect to treat any of the appliances like a lover.
In fact if the prospective slave were kneeling with its mouth open in the line up of other urinals, I may choose to ignore it for any of a number of utilitarian reasons, like maybe its face was particularly filthy with urine, ejaculate or even human waste and covered with flys.
And, speaking of human urinals, I do like to hear effusive gratitude for the slave's opportunity to be of service to a Better, but, a sign above it, if speech were impaired by say a spider gag, would work as well.
Master James
bdsmsubmissive93 lyrics
Some lyrics from the song all the ways i can die by the band arrows in action
Self sabotage is an old friend of mine self care just isnt worth the time
GenXMs So about 13 years ago, I was in club pedestal in London, it was nearing the end of the night, is been my usual shy self and not spoken to anyone.
So then I saw this amazing looking woman, dressed in a green dress, with some beautiful flowers painted on one face cheek.
So what did I do?
That's right, I stood up, walked right across the dance floor and introduced myself to her.
Not long after we were meeting regularly and we embarked on a year long experiment in Domme, slave dynamic. We both learned many things.
Eventually it ended, we became the best of friends and still are today. She's now a professional Domme and is damn good at it too!
Why am I telling you this? Well there are new people out there, who don't know what to say to a dominant or how to act, it's easy, they're people just like you, tray them like a person, be yourself, unless you're a cunt!
Most submissives and dominants just want to be talked to like humans.
BTW I'm on fetlife if anyone wants to make friends? Same user name.
empressvenus What annoys me more than anything is people who don't read. I know you're not used to people like me who are straightforward and values every second they have, but get on my level or leave me alone. I created a detailed profile to spare the need to repeat myself or waste valuable time. I know exactly what I want and I know exactly what I don't want. If you lack the cerebral firepower to comprehend an Alpha Fem of my caliber, that's your problem. Don't approach me if you didn't read my profile. Stop expecting me to go out of my way, repeat myself, overexplain, or lift a finger for that matter. I'm SERIOUS. I am seeking the path of least resistance ONLY. My life will be easy breezy no disruptions moving forward.
As a full time artist and creative maker, I support myself 100%. No side jobs, hustles, or schemes. Therefore, come correct or don't come at all. Getting all of these messages from beta men expecting me to go out of my way. If you want your fantasy fulfilled, seek elsewhere. It's ALL ABOUT ME. It's MY WAY OR GET TO STEPPIN. If you don't drive, don't even bother. If you are poor or struggling financially, mentally, emotionally, or physical, skip me. If you can't keep yourself together, aint no way you can add value to my life. I'm grounded. Aware. And capable of continuing ON MY OWN til I find the right ones for the mission. ✌🏽
milano9375 Turn ons: good spelling and grammar, "your" instead of "ur," and a notion of what you, the prospective owner, have to offer.
More on that last point. Your profile should somehow answer the question, "How will I make the slave's life better than it is now?" This site has slaves who are considering voluntary slavery, so you must make a pitch that would make them want to choose you. So many focus on their wish list: "You must be totally devoted to serving me, and have a job, and have no limits." Often that's the entire profile, though perhaps it ends with, "Contact me to learn more." How will you get a quality slave with a pitch like that? What will life with you be like? Can you make the case that you're worthy of trust? That your words are believable? Will life with you be in some way enriching? If you are unfamiliar, look up Maslow's Pyramid in Wikipedia. Is the slave's life with you going to provide more of the pyramid than they have now? If not, why would they it give up?
mastergcs This was writen by one of my slaves, so I though I would post it here.
Almost everyone wants something for nothing. Bargains Attract. Finding a good value excites almost everyone, so much so that we rush to share the news. Wanting anything for free is perhaps human nature. However, many of us have had to learn the hard way, again and again, that you get what you pay for. But cheap dishes, you’ll be replacing them sooner rather than later. You reap what you sow, this is also true of human interaction as well, and most people sadly, cannot put the two concepts together and compare them. Why do we think that people should respect us before we respect them? Why do we crave privacy and yet are often quick to invade someone else’s? Why do we think that others will be there for us, even if we aren’t available for them? Being part of the group, a house, friends, family, means being the same in return. It’s not an easy thing to do, in fact it’s rather time consuming. Although the rewards are indisputable, we still find people who tend to hesitate, and wait, letting other people make the first move. First to commit, first to open their arms, first to open their house, first to be honest, first to be forthright, first to take action, speak their mind, and offer homage, first to everything. Getting the other people to commit first, reduces our own effort, perhaps making it easier, but even with that said you will still receive according to what you give. He who gives little, receives little. He who risks nothing, gains nothing. Being able to see, comprehend, grock and utilize this principle simplifies our lives, not complicates it as so many would have us believe. Once we Master this principle of living, I believe we never forget it. Loving you has made me want to become a better person, I know I don’t often show it, But I do appreciate everything you do, most of all I appreciate the learning lessons. Thank you so much for having the patience to put up with me.
SadisticPig1 Superior
Integrity
Honest
Protective
Dominant
Sadistic
Arrogant
Corrective
Controlling
Intense
Sarcastic
Creative
Raunchy
Deviant
Step up correct or do not step up at all.
DisForDaddy 5 Traits Dominants Are Looking For In a Submissive
YMMV: It's important to note that all relationships and personal preferences vary greatly among individuals. However, here are five qualities most Dominants are looking for in a D/s relationship:
Trustworthiness: Dominant individuals often value trust as a fundamental aspect of their relationship. They seek a submissive partner who is reliable, honest, and can be trusted to communicate openly and honestly about their desires, needs, and boundaries.
Respect and obedience: Dominant individuals typically look for a submissive partner who respaspects their authority and is willing to obey their instructions within the agreed-upon boundaries of the relationship. This involves a mutual understanding and clear communication about limits and consent.
Subservience: Dominant individuals may desire a submissive partner who enjoys fulfilling their needs and desires, and who derives pleasure from serving and pleasing them. This can manifest in various ways, such as performing acts of service, physical or emotional intimacy, or engaging in specific power dynamics.
Communication and responsiveness: Dominant individuals value a submissive partner who is attentive and responsive to their guidance and instructions. They may appreciate a partner who actively communicates their thoughts, feelings, and desires, allowing for a better understanding of each other's needs and preferences.
Vulnerability and surrender: Dominant individuals often seek a partner who is willing to surrender control and be vulnerable within the established boundaries of their dynamic. This can involve the submissive partner relinquishing decision-making authority to the dominant and finding pleasure or fulfillment in their submission.
Finally, it's worth mentioning that any relationship involving dominance and submission should always be consensual, built on trust, and characterized by clear communication. Both partners should have a mutual understanding of boundaries, desires, and consent, and should prioritize each other's emotional and physical well-being. Consent and respect should always be the foundation of any healthy relationship dynamic.
"Now you know, and knowing is half the battle." - G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero.
Neolloydia My view on online dating sites:
They work great when seen as a way to make a connection with someone you wouldn't otherwise meet as long as you then quickly move the introduction into real time and real life dating.
Otherwise, it's a waste of time for me.
That's why I won't chat with you or entertain any "possibilities" if you live more than 100 miles away from me.
If you're spending all of your free time interacting online, then you're only going to cotinue facilitating your online relationships. And that is definitely NOT what I personally am looking for.
I'm only interested in meeting people fact-to-face and spending time together person-to-person.
I currently host a singles gathering in Fort Myers, FL for just this purpose. Because I understand that if I want to interact more with people in person I have to actually meet up with people in person. We meet on the 3rd Friday of the month. Message me if you want more info about the location. It's a great group, and a good way to connect with others.
So I just want to make it clear that if you send me a message expressing interest, I'm going to want to pin down an actual meet in Fort Myers within a week or so of our first conversation or I'm going to completely lose interest.
It is what it is.
subMeghan Hmm... a journal entry, eh? Not quite sure what to say here... or even if this thing works. Let alone if anyone out there will read this.
Let's just start with a basic confession: I love sex, and I like it rough. I have had fantasies about being raped ever since I a girl. Of course back then, those fantasies were pretty tame. Mostly being captured by a villian who would tie me up and keep me in his dungeon where he would, G, try to kiss me! As I got older the fantasies became... how say I say it.. more graphic... The more I think about it, the more I realize that my rape fantasies pretty much follow a basic pattern: I'm out and about... It's night... I'm alone... and I find myself in a bad situation... and then one or more (usually more) tough looking guys show up and start getting into my person space, then they start trash talking and insulting me, then they start touching me and pushing me around. Naturally I resist and try to get away, I usually am able to run away for a bit then they catch me again. after that, they usually rip off all my clothes, hold me down, and have there way with me... The specific details change, but that's the basic formula...
We'll see who reads this...
Catch ya later,
subMeghan
Exoticpie2024 Guys be like, “men are visual creatures.” Ok mr, than why do you look like that?
Maybe a lotta fellas don’t have mirrors at home.
I had to be honest with a male yesterday and explain to him that a lotta times the women THEY WANT, that don’t want them, might not be due to their financial status.
A lotta times us women might not find you physically attractive (men never wanna consider this).
Although your grandma and momma been telling you how handsome you are your whole life (they’re supposed to BTW)
That doesn’t mean that women who you cross paths with on a daily basis look at you and think,“yea, I’d like to feel his penis inside of me, or be romantically involved with him”.
This explains why it’s some not financially stable men that stay with a fine ass Boss Chick. Some men can get outta prison Tamar and be living with lawyer in her water-front condo & driving her Benz truck within a week.
MistressTitania If you do not have permission all ready to live and work in the USA, then I am not interested in you.It is very difficult to emigrate to the USA. I cannot sponsor you - not from lack of will, but because of the rules.I have nothing against potential slaves contacting Me, but I will NOT sort out immigration issues for you. I also will not wait until you do. It can take years.So, if you all ready have permission to live and work here or dual citizenship - great. If not - don't bother contacting Me.See the US Immigration website for the rules.
NeedingSome74 Well I'm back on here again to o guess make it more clear on what I am not. There are men on here that really think there Gods gift to women. There's men on her that think that they are here that think that they can try to
seduce you by saying words about their fantasies. There's also men on here. I think women are pieces of meat or for their pleasure only, that their toys, or they want to be abusive,.
I am here to figure out what I want. I know what I don't want. I don't want a man that thinks that he can control me. because I know 90% sure that I did not want a man the things that they can control me because that's not. I'm looking for. Always been a strong independent woman I plan to be an independent woman. I will not have a man dictate on what I can can wear. If I'm paying my own bills and buy more clothes and whatever else I have, and even if somebody else is paying for it, I am not a slave nor will I ever be. maybe this is the wrong site for me to be on. I don't know.
MistressMaguire
Momentarily distracted by his need to spill his bladder, he was now aware of leather cuffs being affixed to each wrist.
The metal cuffs had started to chafe.
A leather belt was locked to his waist and each wrist in turn was released from the metal restraint and re fastened to the waist belt on each side.
More comfortable.
He was pushed down to the floor and over on his back.
The sensation of cold hard tile and his need for relief was flooding his brain.
Deprived of sight and speech his awareness shrank.
Leather ankle cuffs were locked on and fastened together as a hobble.
The socks were pulled off and with them, the last vestige of his former self.
Her gloved hands embraced the sides of his hood.
Suddenly he could see again.
Stunning.
She was squatting over his face. Eye piece in hand.
Again, her smell.
The leather smell.
The antiseptic smell of the floor.
Sternly she commanded him to be obedient and explained that she would remove the gag on the condition he only speak when spoken to.
Nodding, the mouthpiece came off.
His urgent need was all he could think about.
He squirmed in his restraints.
The return of his sight and the Glorious image above him aroused his cock to a shaft of steel.
Involuntarily he thrust it up arching his back. Buttocks lifted off the floor.
She regained her standing position posture as erect as his now throbbing cock.
She laughed.
A low grunting sob gurgled from his lips.
She smirked and curled her lips into a snarl.
For the first time he took in his surroundings.
It was a utility room connecting the garage with the rest of the house.
A shower of sorts with a head on a umbilical hose in one corner for cleaning things. There was a drain in the floor and he realized he was laying on it.
CarpeEros Some fellow in late Dec 2021 posted a Journal entry:
"I see a still-surprising number of profiles which, in summary, go something like this:
'Fuck you in advance for wasting my time, because you are all fakes and losers, and also, I'm lonely and looking for someone, so please respond, but respond pretty fucking carefully.' "
Rings true, but my own personal reaction to too many profiles (and more than a few journal entries on this site) can perhaps be summed up very briefly as:
"What you say about others might well be true; but how you say it, speaks volumes -- about you."
Gosh, that even rhymes, and with equal number of syllables.
On the positive side, it's a sort of Public Service Announcement, that "how it's said", alerting others (including even those of us looking just for friendship at this time) what style to expect (sooner or later) if we make contact.
edc4656 Master expaspects me to kneel by the door when he comes back to greet him and wait on him. Usually, I will stop my unfinished chores are rushed to the door about 5 mins before to wait on him until he arrives.
After all, there is only slave waiting for the master, and no master should wait for the slave..
Today, master comes back as normal, with me by the door kneeling and waiting for him. I did the usual greetings.
Then he proceed to his dining table for the prepared meals. Thereafter. he went to wash up. Before going to his crouch to watch TV. All these with me trailing, and waiting on him.
When he is watching TV, I will be kneeling by his side body towards him waiting on him and for any instructions.
This is usually the time where he will make me self-confess the unfinished chores for the day. Which is a definite that I cannot complete.
So as usual, I will list down the incomplete tasks, of course in the prescribed way of talking befitting a girly slave. Today, I did not finish about 30% of the daily task. After hearing, master then decides on the punishments and its severity for the chores unfinished, which are usually administered on the spot. Today, master decided to 'award' 30 strokes of cane on each of my palm for the incompetency of my works.
He stretched his hand out for the cane near his crouch while presented both palms for master's caning. Pain is definite despite how often I have it.. Though by now I am able to endure better, it is still pain afterall. This is especially so from the very first stroke that hit the palm.. Ouch!! AND SHOCKING PAIN... Master proceed to administer the punishment accordingly until he completes it.. And as usually, I had to thanked him in a his prescribed manner. Then he continued watching his TV.
Seems like administering such punishments are already so daily norm for master that it is nothing significant to him. But as slave, bearing the receiving end, the pain is still felt, which embedded more lesson-learned in my head to improve and behave better. Pain is indeed is useful tools to the master to constantly train and conditioned me to be more of his slave. And to keep me reminded of my position with him.
Being a typical weekday, after watching tv, master decided to go to bed. And as usual, I kneeled by his bedside waiting on him, until he falls soundly asleep...

TeaMenthe On Being Felled, Temporarily
I have been absent. Those of you who follow closely will have noticed the silence and drawn your own conclusions. The conclusion is this: my body staged one of its more dramatic rebellions in the form of a kidney infection serious enough to take me entirely off the board for the better part of two weeks. I do not get sick quietly or briefly, apparently. When I go down I go down with the full commitment I bring to everything, which I would find more admirable if it were not so thoroughly inconvenient.
I am on the other side of it now, or near enough to be upright and writing, which I am choosing to count as a victory.
While I was ill, someone broke into my home.
I want to let that sit for a moment because I am still sitting with it myself. I was sick, my children were unsettled, and someone decided that was an acceptable time to violate the space where my family lives and take what did not belong to them. They took the children's gaming system, which in the grand accounting of what could have been lost is not the worst possible outcome, and I know this, and I have said this to myself many times. It does not make my children's faces easier to look at. The specific devastation of a preteen who has had something taken, not misplaced, not broken accidentally, but deliberately stolen from their home, from the place that is supposed to be safe, is its own particular kind of heartbreak to witness as a mother. They were crushed. I was furious on their behalf in the way that only a mother's fury operates, which is to say completely and with no available outlet.
I handled it alone. As I handle everything.
And this is where I find myself needing to say something I do not say easily, which is that my resilience, that quality I have always counted on, felt genuinely shaken this past week. Not broken. I want to be precise about that because I will not be imprecise about myself even when honesty is uncomfortable. Not broken. But shaken in the way that a foundation shakes when too many things hit it simultaneously, the illness and the violation and the children's hurt and the daily weight of a life I carry without assistance, all of it arriving at once while my body was already at its limit.
I had hoped, by now, to be in a different chapter.
I had hoped, genuinely and specifically, to be in conversations about sharing a home with someone actually prepared to show up for this life. Someone whose service was not theoretical, not a future intention, not a beautiful idea that dissolves on contact with the reality of what showing up actually requires. Someone who would have been here during a kidney infection that left me barely functional. Someone whose presence would have meant my children came home from school to a stable and managed household rather than to a mother running on empty and a space that had been violated.
That person does not currently exist in my life, and the disappointment of that is not small. It is not something I can dress up into acceptance without first acknowledging that it is a genuine and specific grief. I built a vision. I know what I deserve. I know what this dynamic looks like when it is real and functional and inhabited by someone with actual capability and actual commitment. The gap between that knowledge and my current reality is something I feel most acutely on the weeks that ask the most of me.
I am resilient. I will return to myself completely, as I always do.
But this week the crown was heavy.
I wanted to tell you that honestly, because this space has always been about the full truth of this life, not only its beauty.
More soon. I am still here. I am still unserved. I am still waiting and wanting.
Butterflyfairy Above all else, I’d like my ideal M/s dynamic to be established on and occupied with love. Mutual respect is a must. W/we would foremost seek to meet each other’s needs completely in a monogamous relationship. He would be in charge, make the decisions, rules and protocols; but seek my input where appropriate and value my opinion. I would like to wear His collar (and leash when appropriate) as a reminder of O/our commitment.
Shared interests, in both vanilla and kink activities, should be present. Shared values would also be helpful, in both social, religious and financial concerns. I would hope, after some time, that this type of relationship might lead to a union of marriage or long term cohabitation / commitment.
Broadly, I’d like the power exchange dynamic to permeate the relationship both in and out of the bedroom 24/7, but that W/we both have our lives and lead them together and apart. I do not seek to be a “kept” slave, but I do want to know He is in control at all times. This can take the form of rules, protocols, and expectations / goals.
I would expect that full discussion of limits (hard and soft) would be discussed thoroughly, and that safe words wouldn’t be necessary or allowed once trust was established. This would aid in the vast possibility of CNC activities (within the confines of the pre-established limits). I would hope He would also push my limits over time.
While W/we are together, He would exert His dominance in whatever way He chooses. I would attempt to anticipate His needs, but obey His requests as made. These requests could be sexual, domestic, or kink in nature. As a masochist, it would be helpful if He were a Sadist. I want to know He is getting as much out of the impact play as I am. This Sadistic predilection would also aid in intensifying the play and intensifying the benefit W/we both receive from it.
I would expect that protocols would be established to help define the power exchange dynamic. These would be different when W/we were together alone, or together in public (or with family and vanilla friends). Public protocols would be known to us, but invisible to those around us such as waiting until He takes a bite until beginning to eat, sitting on a specific side, looking for a head nod to get up from a meal, wearing an insertable while out, etc. In private, protocols might include clothing restrictions, eye contact restrictions, greeting positions, speaking, bedtime rituals, distance, etc.
Protocols would also assist Him in maintaining control when W/we weren’t together. These might include communication requirements, requesting permission (i.e. to do things or go places), journaling, maturbation, bedtimes, curfews, and the like. The concept of “protect His property” would be an overarching protocol that would manifest as rules / protocols when apart, but when in doubt “protect His property”. The idea that when W/we are together, He is looking out for my best interest and safety, but when apart, that job falls to me.
I would expect that He would want me to grow and better myself. He would help me establish goals and hold me accountable to reaching them. These goals could be educational, health, career, kink, etc in nature. Periodic oversight and/or establishing benchmarks would be useful in ensuring progress.
Punishment or negative reinforcement would need to be outlined so expectations are clear. I always strive to be the “good girl”, however, I would expect punishment if deserved. While I wouldn’t never fail or disobey to get a punishment, I would need to believe that followthrough on punishment would be made if I deserved it. Punishment would be warranted when protocols were broken or if progress toward goals hadn’t been met. I realize that punishment is hard to define for a masochist, but not impossible.
Sensua1Haze == Results from bdsmtest.org: ==
100% Submissive
90% Rope Bunny
88% Brat
81% Masochist
77% Experimentalist
57% Degradee
52% Voyeur
45% Primal (Prey)
38% Vanilla
21% Pet
20% Slave
18% Exhibitionist
9% Non-monogamist
6% Owner
4% Rigger
0% Daddy/Mommy
0% Ageplayer
0% Brat tamer
0% Degrader
0% Dominant
0% Little
0% Master/Mistress
0% Primal (Hunter)
0% Sadist
0% Switch
Anjunajune Struggles of a Sapiosexual/Demisexual in a Hyper-Sexual WorldAs I have matured thru the years, it's now clear that without finding someone mentally, and emotionally attractive, it all just feels somehow incomplete. Without some connection to a real person with a genuine personality, they can be pretty and sexy, but . . . It really doesn't do it for me.And here in lies the problem.In today's hyper-sexual, transactional and instant-gratification society, how does someone like me, take the time to connect with another before the tug of physical exceptions frustrate the individual and kill the tempo.Yeah, I know. Its easy to say, I'm just not finding the right people who are also Sapiosexual/Demisexual, but we all know everyone is comprised of shades of grey and even those who lean in that direction feel the pressure of the "quick-fix".Not sure what to actually do about it, other than to continue to be clear up front about who I am, what my needs are during the "approach" and look harder for alignment with the individuals I talk with.But it is still frustrating.
slvboi4U2 ABOUT ME:
I am a “Service Oriented” slave. I was born with a slave’s heart and nothing gives me greater pleasure than to Serve. As a slave, I know that BDSM is not about me, but how I may serve you and make your life easier for you. I possess honestly, integrity and ethics and I expect the same from the Dominate as well. I see my future where I will live in a rigid, powerful Female-Led Relationship where the Mistress will make and enforce the Rules of our relationship.
What I Have to Offer:
*I will accept your will and decisions without hesitation or ion. I WILL OBEY!
*I will devote myself to fully pleasing you including doing all of the housework, laundry, shopping, etc. to remove any unwanted tasks from your life (Service Oriented Slave)
*I will accept all forms of discipline and punishment when required to insure I remain focused on obeying your Rules, Commands and Instructions. Obviously, you may also punish me whenever you feel like doing so just for your amusement
Our Relationship:
* You will determine my schedule and how I spend my time in an effort to add quality to your life
*You will decide what I wear and when I wear it to humiliate and control me
* You will benefit from my unique wisdom and areas of expertise as developed over the years. However, the final decision in any matter is yours alone
*Our relationship will be dedicated to a lifestyle, not a form of role-playing (Female Supremacy to male subservience)
*Our relationship will be based on Trust and Compatibility. Such an arrangement like this is not something you just jump into without developing trust with each other
*In its purest form, our relationship will be all about You.
MissDAR Living in a fantasy world doesn’t help anyone—not you, not the people around you, not the future you claim to want. Being useful means showing up in reality, doing the work, learning real skills, and taking responsibility instead of escaping into excuses or imaginary victories. Dreams matter, but without action they’re just noise. Ground yourself, contribute something real, and turn effort into results—that’s how you actually move forward.
I often find Myself not wanting to come back on this site , for reasons of giving My time to men that are basically all talk and no action. Don't take
that the wrong way. I'm not looking for a " play partner " I'm not a pro and I'm not looking for a hit or miss situation.
I am only looking for fulltime and hopefully lifetime commitments.
I get so many on here that are basically saying the same thing. They are looking for a FLR, they are looking for this or that.
What I am saying is I'm looking for someone that will add to My life. Hopefully someone with skills, around the house, a garden, willing to learn almost
a very different life that I an pressed forward into living. Even if you are only a background male that is willing to learn what I am capible of teaching, that is
good enough. But, if you are from the city I promise you , you will probably struggle and not understand what real country life is about. In that case you should
pass by this profile and looking for a wuss position in the city .
AKRONOHIOMAN Coachvisits again
Coach came by for what I think was his second visit. He visited in December and this time we wanted to step it up a bit. He wanted fucked. He wanted my cum in his ass. In his words, he wanted treated the way he's treated women most of his life. Like an object for pleasure.
Since he had visited before, he clearly knew where to come and that he was going to be at the correct house. The first time that someone comes for a visit, I always meet them in the driveway. This time, I told him that I would open the garage door and he was to come into the garage. I told him that in the back of the garage, near the door entering the house, he would find a stack of milk cartons. On an empty milk carton was a printed sign.
"Useless pieces of human flesh must put all of their clothing in here before entering"
I told him that I may (or may not) close the garage door after he enters, but he is to be completely naked before entering the house.
As I saw his car pull down the driveway I opened the garage door. I'm sure his heart was racing. Probably beating out of his chest since he knew he was going to be stripping naked in the garage. He was probably praying that I would close the garage door and give him some privacy from the neighbors.
I heard him near the door entering the house and knew he was inside the garage. I waited a moment listening for some rustling of clothing being stripped off before I closed the garage door. A moment later he came thru the door naked as he had been instructed.
I was leaning on the couch playing with my cock. I beckoned him over as he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I honestly can't remember but I think I had a white jockstrap on. At first I was making him lick, sniff, and suck my cock through the dirty jock strap. But eventually I removed it and threw it to the side.
He is a wonderful cocksucker. My already stiff cock instantly got harder as his tongue worked on my cock. Not that stripping in the garage wouldn't already remind him that he was nothing but my property during his visit, but I wanted to reinforce to him that he was absolutely sub human while visiting, so I put a dog collar around his neck. I grabbed the collar by each side and started guiding his mouth up and down on my cock.
His throat wasn't quite adjusted to the sensation of my cock yet, so as I pulled him deep down onto my cock he would gag. Of course this only made me chuckle at him. "Suck my cock, suck Daddy's cock, you know what to do, take that cock down your throat. Go ahead and choke on Daddy's cock."
His cock sucking skills are wonderful and after only being on my cock for a few minutes I felt the need to cum. But I had a lot more in store for him today. I pulled him off my cock and told him to lick my balls. I raised one leg so he could not only get to my balls but almost to my ass as well. Of course this only made me want to cum more.
Read the conclusion of the story at
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CowGurlJan I was asked about that out of body feeling and how I delt with my desperate need to be enslaved before and after I was owned, I sincerely hope this helps the news subs slaves out thereWhat your describing when you "lose yourself" is called "subspace".
I was in a foursome with myself and three men. Two men flogging my breasts while the third had his penis in me. As the pain increased I started to struggle and move even in bondage, The man inside me just stood there, no motion from him until the very end.
I went so deeply into subspace I could her the floggers slap my sweaty breasts and my muffled cries into my ball gag. I pulled at my restraints but not to escape, GOD how I wanted to play with my clit, my nipples burned and I was in heaven and hell at the same time.
When he started to pump into me with his cock I went almost insane. I begged and pleaded for that moment of sweet release even though I wass gagged. My tears of desperation flowing freely. He came in me and as he filled me with his cum I actually squirted. I had never squirted before.
Own who you are and be happy with that, Your period gone nuts since you have started being used? The emotions, both fear and ecstasy are doing that. It means you need to serve more often and not just on weekends or occasionally.
You can even thing out even with kids in the house. You can wear small nipple clamps in your bra when the kids are home. Same for your outer labia and panties. When you go pee diddle your clit but don't allow yourself to come. Accept the frustration and training as part of your life.
When I clean house, no kids here, I am forced to wear painful stilettos all day with clover clamps on my labia and nipples. I am not allowed to sit even once during the day so that my feet, ankles and claves get no rest, no mercy.
I am only allowed a shower once every three days but I must dry shave my armpits, legs and between my legs daily.
I am not allowed to wipe or wash after orgasm. I am required to wear my lust between my legs and on my thighs until I am told to wash up.
You can do these things to yourself and for yourself daily. Keep your sex soaked and your juices dripping and your periods will go back on schedule.
I sincerely hope that this helps
slave janet
CosmicCunt 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.
GoldenMyr Thank you for reading And thank you for your time I promise not to waste yours I tend to value mine
Poetry’s enticing Prose can add a spark Pretty sets of words betray what's in their author’s heart
Art is also obfuscated fleeting and opaque
Maybe not the ideal way to tell of what I'm made
Doubtless you'll have questions those who enjoy this jest Feel free to message me and get them off your chest
Keep in mind that I don't know you and that you don't yet own me We owe one another mutual courtesy
MistressHowl Theres a huge huge difference between people who do things for you because they have to, through obligation manipulation coercion threats or whateverVersus people who do things for you simply because they adore you and want you to be happyThe 1st set are worthless to MeThe 2nd ... Priceless
Not saying I don't enjoy enticing puppeting manipulating coercing even mindfkg .. bc I absolutely do!! In fact I used to find subliminal manipulation and blatant MindFucks particularly entertaining.. allatime everywhere lol weg
But only for Funsies with wellbonded friends at the Trust level of ConsensualNonconsent .. which I had with so many onceupon. Good times!! But so many relocated .. and too many passed, sobs .. venues closed, everythings Different, the World has Changed ..as it always does, and as must I, again.
Ik Ik. "The best way to predict ones future is to create it."
Shame Quality Muses seem superscarce this decade. ah well. Def past time to explore new Hunting Grounds irl .. nilla and alt .. hmm believe theres an alt party 12 16 somewhere ..
Walkingblind34 The meanest man that I never knew
From the day I walked on the floor,
all of the staff warned me about you.
They said you were a mean old man,
it's best to always enter the room with two.
He is grouchy, and hateful, and always a mess,
he refuses to let you change him,
and gets quite ugly when you have to force him to.
he always has chew in his mouth, be careful they said,
he will even spit at you.
I walked in and introduced myself,
my name is Sarah and I'm new here,
it's nice to meet you.
he ignored my hand and grunted as a response,
I smiled and said, I'll be back to check on you.
My first night, he grumbled at first,
we got the lift and changed the meanest man I never knew.
we stuck to the routine for a short while,
when at three a.m. and making some rounds,
I hear a man yell, hey, so I stopped and turned around.
I walked into his room, all alone,
he looked at me warily, and said I'm ready to be changed.
I couldn't help but smile at him,
the meanest man I never knew,
progress is progress,
and he was beginning to trust me too.
I asked the others, what his story was,
they proceded to tell me of his past
some spoke with disdain as they tarnished his reputation,
no stone is ever left unturned in a small town population.
Our routine continued at three a.m. and then at six,
before I realized it, he allowed me to tend to him every two hours.at the least,
and most days he even greets me with a smile and seems happy to see me.
As time went on I noticed a pattern,
the girls would give me report, and say with a smile,
that the meanest man I never knew,
refused to let them give him care
and said he is waiting for you.
Covid came in the building and as it swept through,
it got ahold of him and then me too.
we were short staffed and there was no one left to call,
so they allowed me to come in and stay only with the positive patients to work.
That night we made a pitiful pair, but I held his hand, and gave him a pep talk,
I told him we were in this together and we had to fight our way through,
he squeezed my hand, and said, I don't feel good, but I'll fight with you.
it was touch and go for awhile, I really didn't think he would make it,
but, true to his word, he fought his way through,
this meanest man that I never knew.
time had passed and he never was quite the same
and over the next several months, he slowly began to deteriorate.
he became very clingy and held my hand when he talked,
he often pulled me in for hugs
he even told me he loved me once.
his time was drawing near, the signs were plain to see,
the meanest man I never knew
was Tired and in pain
he was ready to go but afraid at the same time
he had no family left, he was all alone.
I came back to work after my days off,
the Girls said he was still hanging on
and that they thought he was waiting for me.
I made my rounds and sat with him in between
I held his hand for the last time
as the meanest man I never knew
took his last breath with his hand in mine.
SadisticEye Thoughts on a new 'person' one step removed
.
Sending messages to new people is fraught with nervousness and trepidation as there is no real way to know how they will be received.
A non-reply obviously shows something, but only if the sender knows the message was received to then be ignored.
Age, sex, orientation, role, even distance, of both parties, will also give an indication of how it will be read and dealt with, but this can be offset by the BDSM world where some of the more obvious criteria do not apply so ‘strongly’.
Asking the question(s) that you really want the answer to, but almost dare not ask or do not ask, does not make life any easier – for both parties.
Being submissive or ‘overly’ friendly can lead to misunderstanding when replies are sent. Or lead to further messages to clarify the previous text ‘meanings’.
Obviously, this is like real life too, social media is also full, maybe more so, of miscommunications.
So, from the perspective of this writer, being:
Male, semi Straight, Dom, Creative, of no discernible cult or type (unless being a keen biker counts), older than most, slightly shy and as arrogant as fuck concerning his own Domly skills. Writing a message and sending it out into the ether to land at a stranger’s mail box is still a thought provoking act.
Therefore, after drafting a message, editing it, almost sending it before seeing ‘there’ and not ‘their’ so editing it again and then rewriting half of it you press the send key and sit back and try not to wait for the answer.
If no answer appears after a week, or a month, then you don’t need to think about it anymore and file it under ‘ah well, that’s a shame’.
If a reply appears, especially with witty words ‘linked’ to your (what you hoped were) witty words, then a whole new set of ponderables start to take form as you sit in front of your keyboard about to reply.
Was the reply sent because ‘she’ is a polite submissive, because 'she' was a polite human being, liked the style of the message compared to the dross many send, or is ‘she’ actually interested in getting another message?
So, message 2:
More forward, Certainly. More confident, hopefully. An easy question or three, taken from their profile info to show you have read it, is a good idea. A little more information about ‘Me’ and even more about why the first message was sent – bravery test time.
The wait begins again! If a quick reply this is either a good sign with answers and questions of ‘her’ own or a version of ‘Go away, I was polite once don’t push your luck’.If a long pause, then the normal questions nag at your lizard brain again until that ping sounds, and a reply appears – the previous 2 types obviously still apply.
If the reply is positive then now it is time to stop pussyfooting around, ask the question, give your reasons why they really should say yes and agree, and, if using a useless forum, like FetLife or the million other internet sites, give them your email or phone number, for text or WhatsApp, for easier chatting. This will either get a happy 'ok' response or the ‘maybe later’ reply, which is not so encouraging,
If you reach this point, then it should be fairly plain sailing to send the next message, getting to know them and even meeting or, obviously, putting your foot in your mouth and getting a 'goodbye'.
Thoughts over, now just need the 'she' to see this in the hopes it helps with My communications.
MistressNikkiVixen There’s a pattern I see far too often—and it’s impossible to ignore.
Too many men hiding behind loud opinions, inflated egos, and surface-level submission. Talking endlessly, questioning everything, yet completely lacking the one thing that actually matters: direction.
And no—I don’t place that blame entirely on them.
Without consistent interaction, correction, and instruction from the Dom side, many never develop the proper tone of submission. They don’t learn restraint. They don’t learn how to listen. They don’t learn how to respond with intention instead of impulse.
So they remain… reactive. Over-opinionated. Frustrating.
Not because they’re incapable—but because no one required more of them.
Submission has a tone to it. It’s measured. It’s aware. It understands when to speak, and more importantly, when not to. It doesn’t push for control under the guise of curiosity or “connection.”
And without structure, without standards, without a Dom who actually enforces both—most will never evolve past that noise.
That doesn’t interest me.
I’m not here for unmanaged energy or misplaced ego.
I’m here for discipline. For growth. For those who are capable of refinement—and willing to be shaped by it.
The difference is always obvious.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
TheVintageYears Life can be very funny. Some conversations start with uncertainty but over time blossom into connections you treasure, while others can feel very good at the start but then feel as if something is off.
I have been talking with a couple for some time. They were primarily a cuckold couple, with a development path of increasingly rough, forceful sex, but they had had one encounter with a professional Dominant sometime back, when she was flogged and evidently reached subspace without knowing what actually happened. Let's just say they understand the psychology and physiology much better now that we have been talking.
Lately, there have been emerging signs that "he" is a sadist. "She" thinks she is a masochist because she has a high pain threshold, but she isn't. She is a hedonist who loves her husband.
Turns out all they wanted was someone, me(?), to turn up and flog her arse mercilessly, driving her to sobbing hysteria on her way to subspace (hopefully). He wants her tears, crying inconsolably as she is beaten.
I am not judging - each to his own - but it became clear that what they want is not who I am - not even who I might be. So today I told them.
I was met with an "OK. Thank you. Goodbye." and was then immediately cut off from contact. They shared the account (I think) - of course, it could all be a sham - but I think it was "him" who did the terminating.
Sometimes right is right and wrong is simply wrong. I do feel better knowing I stayed true to me, but I do wonder where they go next. Back to that Dom in Spain?
Sydisa Finding the Dominant you want.
There are a lot of submissives looking for a Dominant. Your initial interaction can make or break if you move forward.
Figure out what you are looking for. Then, look for someone who fits that vision.
A loving relationship?
A scene occasionally?
Do you want someone who does precisely what you want?
Are you basing your need off porn and fantasy? Think about this one.
Don't look for perfect because you might pass up someone who can grow to be your "perfect" person in all the right ways.
Don't be blind to imperfections; you might miss out.
Get to know the real person you are talking to.
Don't hold the person to your porn fantasy? No one will meet the fantasy built up in a realistic relationship.
Great advice, I read this morning.
"The best advice I can give any submissive man is do not look for a domme; look for a person."
Build the relationship after getting to know the person in a vanilla way. You might be surprised how much more fulfilling the relationship will be.
Be the amazing, intelligent person you are, and let yourself shine while getting to know her.
TheDevilsCut2 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.
MadnessPBM How to have limit if you didnt find your own limit(retoric question)
I take myself for an exemple. Im actually a variated person, wich have too much kinks i did, want to do, want to experiment.
But my biggest problem is on my speciality,
Sadism!
I never find the bottom, i can fall soo much, the the hole is too much profund...
Then how i can know, how far i would go ?
Simple.
I adapt myself to the limit of the other.
And if she/he didnt discovered it, i just gradually descent.
Actually people i knew have short hard limit, its easy to adapt.
Some time im a little scared about one day i find someone like me, because, im difficultly shocked about things.
Then the only limit i will put is law and security limit, no amputating or things i cant control, if for me i can put my partner to a state of death i will not doing this.
I cant control the blood loss, im not doing this.
Permanent loss of important part of body, its depend but most part i will not doing this.
Im not a chirurgical doctor, i dont have the skill and surely mess up all.
Resulting to a critical state of no return.
A limit is here to prevent all of this.
If the other dont have limit, your duty is to create one youself to prevent critical situation.
BlueFyre I'm bemused by the number of people who ask me what I'm looking for on here, or whether they can locate or contact me elsewhere. The first should be fairly obvious, I'd think, to anyone who's read my profiles here. As for the second part... I'm quite easy to find. *chuckle*
I've determined that after 29 years, I'm just not as interested in chatting online as I once was, and I find small getting-to-know-you talk tedious. I love getting to the meaty topics, though, which is why The F0rm exists.
If, after you've thoroughly read my profiles here (BlueFyre and BlueAngelFyre) and on Fet, and you'd still like to be considered for being in my service, peruse my writing on FL of "The F0rm - What TF and Why TF?!" Once you've completed a section or more, reach out to me and send your responses. After that, I'm sure there will be plenty to discuss. ;)
--Blue (=
LadyMuck July 5th - 11th , 2023
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Applications being taken for a maid / butler
You may be Trans~CD~CIS Female~CIS male , being who you are is important to Me.
For all the above'categories' , adept with make-up application is a bonus, being a pain-slut is a bigger bonus !!
However , being good at your role is the key.
You will be there to serve Me and attend to My needs/whims/desires.
There will be public outings - if this is NOT acceptable to you ~ then please do NOT apply.!
Be it for one day , an overnight stop , 2 days , 5 days , that is immaterial. If you are available then come and have fun.!
No fees either way , this is NOT a pro contract it is private arrangement.
You will provide your own uniform(s) , and understand High Protocol .!
I have an Apartment in central Manchester for Sparkle Event 2023.
I look forward to conversing with you in due course
Minoan Minoan culture celebrated the potential of the woman, and their schools were designed to identify, encourage and refine that potential. Most of the girls who went into one of the training schools came from either trading, such as via markets or auctions, or from nominations by families wishing to see their daughters learn what were considered highly desirable and profitable skills. Families paid hefty fees if their daughter was accepted by a school as at the completion of training the girl would almost always return home. This is why at each induction of girls, nominated girls were much outnumbered by those who came through trade.
It is a mistake to believe that Minoan training schools were in competition with other as there is telling evidence that they acted more as a collective, each specialising in certain areas that other schools either only touched lightly upon or avoided altogether. However, each school did possess their own unique means of attaining girls, be it through deals with ship owners who plied between specific regions, or army leaders who could give access to spoils of conflict, and even those who ran work houses, orphanages or debt collections. Sources were many and varied, and every school had their own means of attaining stock.
Thus, there are frescoes and murals depicting what can be mistaked for typical slave auctions or the like. More likely, these were gatherings of representatives from each school, all looking for the best candidates for their yearly inductions. Think of it as a modern day draft between teams looking to fill certain roles and discover certain talents. Many qualities, from physical appearance to spoken languages, from prior education and learned skills to physical and mental health. The two roles within a given school were roughly equivalent to workers such as cooks, cleaners etc through to the students themselves.
The name given to a student is roughly equivalent to candidate.
Questions?
IAMONEANDALL 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.
bdsmsubmissive93 wanting more
He stole my heart he took my submission to the next level he knows just what to say and the tone to match the way his hand wraps around my throat leaving me begging for more here we go all over again begging to be in your presence i need you to guide me i know im not the easiest to be around or talking to because i seem to put walls up leaving you to break them down you have left me wet and squirming everytime i hear your voice this is the hardest thing to do is keep my composer i love you and for ever will your in my dreams your name being mentioned has me fighting against how you make me feel what have you done your like a drug i cant say no to your hands around my throat at least once when we are together
BDSMtoygirl77 So its 2022 and I have been here a long while. Still no one claiming to be Dominant and willing to prove it has come my way in this time, will this be the year it happens, probably not. I think most people have given up on this site delivering them a submissive or slave that can fulfill their needs, as much as they fulfill theirs
Of course my needs are simple, I would like a Dominant man or couple, who want a relationship which can migrate from a one night stand, to many nights together, and days. But will it happen, I doubt it
I am fed up of having to be the assertive one, I am supposed to be asserted upon, Doms on here too afraid to approach someone because others have been such a let down, well, that concept is also felt by many subs and slaves who arrange to play with Dominants who aren't real.
So be assertive, sweep me off my feet, treat me with some respect, remember your goal is to want me to spend my time serving you, so if you come at me like a total moron, I'll treat you like one.
Wolf87 I saw this on Reddit. thought it was a good list so sharing it here:
Lots of people talk about Red Flags, but what about green flags?
Let's talk about green flags. The things you want to recognize as a potential good partner.
1.They ask about your limits and check in on you during play.
2. They encourage you to have other friendships in the scene.
3. You can talk to them transparently in and out of dynamic
4. You have compatible kinks to play with.
5. They actively seek out enthusiastic consent.
6. They embrace the constant negotiations and renegotiation that is part of relationships
7. The lack of drama is a bit boring but really cozy. People just do not talk about the fact that healthy relationships just do not have that drama cycle.
8. They are respectful and nice to people they do not want to fuck.
9. Their ex's are not all 'crazy". Talks about exs with respect. If someone only has 'crazy' exs then I am thinking they is a crazy maker ie they are reacting to their bad behavior.
10. They are a safe driver. Shitty drivers most likely will not be safe with you either.
11. They do not shit on your interests, in fact they encourage you to develop yourself.
12. They do not ask for nudes right away.
quirkylittle4daddy Through the Lens of Rika: The Sophia-Michael Connection Unveiled
this piece is on the vibes of the soul lineage/shard/fractures of the sophia energy woman and the archangel michael guy. of course as it always is on my side of the internet. but this time it's about either the beginning of the relationship or what happens when one of us meet each other either online or in person but do not go through with initiating past a surface level connection. this is through the analysis of the song the others by rika. even the music video showcases this lovely too.
when a femme/women of any gender expression meets an archangel michael soul encoded guy fireworks spark. chemistry is there. and an underlying pull comes. it can be pretty clear to those who work with energy and all the signs that will come if it's just this dynamic going on or something more. there will be more signs/synchronicities/depth/alignment going on if they are supposed to be your woman and you are supposed to be their man....but each of these sophia's and michaels have an underlying current of spark, magnetism, and probably some type of attraction going on than other energetic signatures out there. just do. why? not sure i was given the esoteric awareness without the whys yet.
let's pull out the lyrics to start the incantation as usual shall we?
verse
We're not together but I feel like we're together
And you know what
That when you leave you're like a mission puzzle piece
'Cause you know
Yeah boy you know
pre-chorus
I try and try a million times
I wish that I could read your mind
Day to day I can't come back
I love the way
chorus
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you know you're nothing like the others, yeah
'Cause you can call me, put you on me
'Cause I'm all you need boy
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you're nothing like like the others
verse
I can be the lion, no one got you on my mind
It feels good, so good
Mhh, you're away I'm dreaming of those days
This is so good, so good
pre-chorus
I try and try a million times
I wish that I could read your mind
Day to day I can't come back
I love the way
chorus
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you know you're nothing like the others, yeah
'Cause you can call me, put you on me
'Cause I'm all you need boy
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you're nothing like the others
bridge
I can know myself, I can now myself, no one, no one knows
You know me so well, you know me so well, so let's lose ourselves
No, I can know myself, I can help myself, no one, no one knows
'Cause you, you know me so well, you know me so well, so let's lose ourselves
chorus
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you know you're nothing like the others, yeah
'Cause you can call me, put you on me
'Cause I'm all you need boy
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you're nothing like the others
outro
I can know myself, I can now myself
No, you know you're nothing like the others
You know me so well, you know me so well, yeah
'Cause you can call me, put you on me
'Cause I'm all you need boy
You know you're nothing like the others (Yeah boy, yeah boy)
You're nothing like the others
instead of starting at the beginning i want to start with the bridge.
"I can know myself, I can now myself, no one, no one knows
You know me so well, you know me so well, so let's lose ourselves
No, I can know myself, I can help myself, no one, no one knows
'Cause you, you know me so well, you know me so well, so let's lose ourselves"
sophia again is the archetype of the original source of women that comes from knowledge knowing the foresight the ability to understand what is going on..a deep awareness of the future the deep ability to see ahead of the present and to tap into past present and all directions of awareness right?
this song says, i can know myself.
she knows HERSELF first....only by knowing herself can she understand what she sees around her. and in knowing herself she sees her outside world clearly.
through seeing her outside world clearly, i typo-ed outself.....i think that's a spiritual interesting typical..outside of the self....anyway through that she can clearly understand how other mens energies around her work. and she can seek the michael aura and how it looks in the sphere of men vs. the other energy and archangel qualities men carry. and if a man doesn't have angelic energy what that looks like as well.
unless you have the ability through whatever your psychic strength is to see it, no one else might be able to pick up on what you see. and then, no one might know or the average person might not know what you are picking up on.
not only that...no one will know yourself more than you. and through knowing yourself, you can see how deep this michael uses his golden boy the lead of the angel's keen tactical warrior senses to hone in on you. to see beyond what most men would not go into understanding. and because of your awareness of yourself and others, you see how heavy this man is going in on you. and for these michael men they sniff out women like me, like my sisters in a way they can just pick up on nuances that many would take longer to get.
michael and sophia after all are the same soul cyrstal if you will broken between two gender energy expressions. and now that we have the masculine and the feminine in different bodies it can often look in a multitude of ways...and this dark starseed archetype of the two spreads the way this looks into more finite details. a core of shared basics but things people might deem as 'too separate' simply different variables to figure out which way is the most optimal at once.
once she uses her knowledge and sees you....she's ready regardless of what the outside world or other appearances say to lose herself in you! why?
because she found your energy signature and essence.
YOU'RE NOTHING LIKE THE OTHERS!!!!
the song opens up in a fanfare brass moment. and it has cheers and celebratory vibes. this also goes into a vibe of fanfare of winning a war/battle spoils that would come naturally for an archangel michael masculine energy and her coming
LondonTriangle Year's ago I went to this intriguing open lecture from a historian who published a book about sexual novelty.
He described meeting people with what seemed like an unusal fetish but could be linked back to a childhood encounter.
I guess my early encounter links back to my childhood, seeing my mother neglected, disatisfied in her one relationship. She is one of those Christian women, who has been with one man here whole life and put all her hopes and dreams into one man that shattered her expectations of a happy life and marriage.
I guess I lived part of her experience, which is why I am extremely independent always pursing a life goal, always helping others.
90% of my life has been helping other people and I honestly can say if I was hit but a bus, my last thought would be I have helped thousands of people.
Just self-reflecting I don't think my sexual fantasies are in the BDSM remit. I think leather is overrated. Owning a BDSM dungeon is just bad furniture and B&Q rope. I just like the idea of three people, entering a space and saying fuck what other people think, what do you want to try and what do you enjoy and leave the rest behind.
I am sure there will be some who will show judgement and these are always individuals ignoring the cavities of their own life filling up with shit. Life really is too short and I would rather in my public life carry on as I am and in my private life explore who I am.
StrictlyYoursIE If you think I would spit on you
And call you a cunt
I'm sorry but that's not what I do.
I'm way more subtle , and with far more respect
To be such a prick to you.
I will set you rules that you will have to obey
No doubt you will break at least one every day
Rules on your dress, you grooming , your place
On how you must act, in our private space
I will cane you for punishment,long and hard
Strap you to keep you line
You will beg my forgiveness , plead with remorse
Bits that's all part of this design.
For a man is man , head of the house
The role of the woman is to serve
And when each knows their role ,then both both understand
Each gets all that they deserve
She will get love, certainly and discipline ,
Each in appropriate measure
He will have a woman , submissive and pleasing
His to always treasure.
I
dorion She loved that look. Kneeling, eyes cast down: she saw meekness, obedience - also a spark of resistance: shame, pride, regret, lust. Regret for freedom lost, shame from the knowledge that it was his own slave nature to give it up, pride that she took it. He desired to submit to her, his surrender brought him shame, the shame aroused his desire.Her dominance was attuned to the contradictions in his heart. She knew how to wrap them like cords around him. He might seem to have a choice. He did not. She confronted him with what he was; the only escape would be for him to deny his nature. This he could not do. So long as she chose to control him, he could only submit.She saw this even more clearly than he did. A part of her regretted taking his freedom - but that lost look in his eyes was so delicious, his impulse to obey was so pleasing, his spark of resistance so exciting to play with - and after all, it was his own nature to submit, just as it was her nature to rule. This is how it was meant to be. And she loved it.
Ssytgirlber 2/13/23
Hey everyone just wanted to make an update to my profile with this Journal.... My profile pics are from 2017 but I am always willing to send newer ones. Some new developments in my life are:
I am no longer owned cause My old daddy moved away,
I found out I also like being a sissy baby but if your not into thats okay Its not something I have to do.
I also am willing to relocate!
So if you are looking for a prissy sissy slut like me msg me.
Thanks for reading this,
Love Sissy Amber
SlutSnuggleButt Hi there, I'm a 26-year-old submissive bi-sexual girly woman who is into BDSM. I'm currently looking for a long-term live-in relationship with someone who shares my interests and desires.
As a naturally submissive woman, I am eager to explore and learn about the dynamics of a submissive-dominate relationship. I am interested in experiencing the various ects of BDSM and exploring my own limits in a safe and respectful manner.
Ideally, I'm looking for a partner who is also bi-sexual and open to a polyamorous relationship. I believe in open and honest communication, and I value trust and respect above all else in a relationship.
When it comes to my dressing style, I love to wear feminine and flirty outfits that accentuate my curves. I'm a big fan of dresses, skirts, and high heels. I enjoy experimenting with different colors, patterns, and textures to create a unique and eye-catching look.
In terms of shoes, I have a particular fondness for high heels. I love the way they make me feel, and I find them to be both elegant and sexy. I have quite a collection of heels in different styles and colors, ranging from classic pumps to strappy sandals to chunky platform heels.
Of course, I also have a variety of other shoes for different occasions, such as flats, boots, and sneakers. But when it comes to dressing up, you can usually find me in a pair of sky-high heels that make me feel confident and glamorous.
As a submissive girl, I have had a range of experiences exploring my submissive side in BDSM relationships. I find that submitting to a dominant partner allows me to let go of control and experience a deep sense of trust and surrender.
In my previous relationships, I have explored a variety of BDSM practices, such as bondage, impact play, and power exchange dynamics. I enjoy experimenting with new techniques and pushing my limits in a safe and consensual way.
I have found that communication and trust are essential components of a healthy and fulfilling BDSM relationship. Open and honest communication allows me to express my desires and limits, while trust enables me to fully surrender to my dominant partner.
Overall, my experience as a submissive girl has been both challenging and rewarding. It has allowed me to explore new ects of my sexuality and develop a deeper understanding of my own desires and boundaries.
If you're interested in getting to know me and exploring our shared interests together, please feel free to connect with me. I'm excited to see where this journey takes us!
KandMcouple 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...
GoddessExis1 Many messages- let's addres and be clear and concise.
So many have this aversion to Dominants who are interested in transactional ects of this lifestyle and so many have been taken advantage of, hurt, scammed. I am so sorry you've put yourself in such position, except- own it and wear a helmet. If youre that desperate but only wish to live bi-curiously through your online persona, behind the security of a screen and your cowardice; please do not judge and condemn those of Us who truly are committed to who We are as dominants.
This may not be the absolute truth, it is simply My experience in over fifteen years in this particular site, lifestyle and walking in My truth and acceptance as a Dominant Woman, you seek leadership, direction, guidance, for someone else to take the responsability (often times, the burden) of where you are and guide you to be the best you can be, to serve Us. Power exchange is not, at least for Me, a kink. It is My identity, in every ect and area of of My life. So, approach with humility, accountabilit and honesty to your own self, to who and what you say you are. Do not, however, message me with aimless superficial comments, idle or vain conversation or the worst- requests as though you are pulling up a drive thru window topping from the bottom making requests and commands.
Infinite question?-" How does one earn a spot at Goddes' feet?"
Through committed, consistent actions. Bdsm aside, that’s how a man, woman( however it is you identify as)who knows who he/she is/ they are, what he/she/they is/are doing, what his/her/their purpose is and what he/she is /they are willing to be or become to get it knows the price for anything is actions for it speaks of who he/she is they are, his/her character and value. Values are simply what W/we value most above all else. Values are Priorities. The higher the priorities, higher the standard- My standards.
The higher the price paid in any power exchange is and will always be submission and sacrifice of who you are through your actions, not words. sacrifice of your time, commitment and honest and consistent actions and communication. That in itself is money, is the kind of money, finances, many here do not have because as subs or slaves the are simply not it or are not at the level I and many dominants deserve. All is well, so lukewarm and flakes or those who revel in nice ideas and words but are not in a covenant and commitment towards who they are. Many are not even aware they are required and must take ownership of their identity. Who it is you, as a sub or slave, at best are mediocre, and at worst are cowards. so they’re filtered away by their limitations and mediocrity. Many of you discarded and ignored to continue to repeat the same level, course, process, lessons over and over and over because you are completely comfortable in your discomfort, victim hood and mediocrity whilst continue to complain why you are where you are, why you suffer, for you do not see that is you who limits yourself.
Without said self revelation and acceptance, there cannot be space for the discipline and obedience to your own self as a submissive, slave. Taking ownership, accountability and responsibility of this self awareness is to be committed and loyal to who it is you are at your core and pay whatever price necessary; whether it is parts of yourself, to be transformed, upgraded, or simply let go and let die so your true self can be liberated through deed. This is one very finite answer to what I mean by “earn a spot at Goddess’ feet”- at any dominants feet quite frankly.
We are what W/we give and in return what W/we are and give is also what is returned to U/us ten fold. To serve is a privilege that requires sacrifice and courage, to give is also to receive. Both are one and the same. For Me? This is the standards I adhere and live by- so whatever is done for Me I know is the minimum for I know who and what as a sub or slave with trust, committed actions and guidance My subs have flourished and transformed into their own personal and professional lives.
justApebble2 seeking only:
Gentlemen - Master - Sadist - Dark Primal
lets be honest with each other. I have a type
between the age 20 - 45 age is just a number but that what I am attracted to
someone who has there shit together. and who has there life together. we not all perfect. we all have our issues
is ok with gummies. I need them for my pain and to not slap people but like pain is pain and nobody want to live in pain
want to and understand certain things that should be commons knowledge but as a kinky content creator you fine out guys think more with there dicks then there brains but want a guy who understands right from wrong
has the braincells and know how to use them
know what you want. this is a life. this is our hobbies. this life make us feel as our real self that other don't get to see. we both know what we want and we consenting adult
I probably better fitted for a lifestyle home but I am open to talking to all with the understanding we both know our wants and needs and it ok we not a fit then we not a fit
let me be honest. I have a type. if you are this type you get moved to the front of the line.
anyone like these main male characters in these books but while I like Tigger warning with books you need to be a decent human being. cause they are as well in my books
also if you have Fry bread and looking for a kinky aunty, hit me up
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sold - williow winter
Lord series - shantel tessier
The Ruinous Love Trilogy by Brynne Weaver
light out - Navessa Allen
Cat and Mouse Series - H.D. Carlton
pizzapuppiescows I have a friend who is a bit dramatic and insecure. Mostly with men but it trickles into other areas of her life. She always seems to have a problem, and usually it stems from her being unable to see outside of her own viewpoint. If it's a fair generalization to say that most people want to be the priority in a relationship, then it's fair to say she takes this to extremes with almost zero tolerance for waiting. She over dramatizes her relationship endings rather quickly, wishing them well, wanting the best for them, blah blah momentary sincerity. I had already come to the conclusion that she is a shallow and insincere person masquerading as a caring person. A Mean Girl.
Last week she was relating a situation that played out in her life, and she was referring to someone in a derogatory manner. I told her she can't do that, that it wasn't respectful. She cut me off to let me know all of the ways she was disrespected by this person, and that now she was angry and had to go, she would talk to me in a few days. I said okay and we hung up. What I didn't say was that the name calling was a reflection of her mentality and unwillingness to make the situation better, not the other person. I didn't say it, but I thought it all week. If this is how she speaks of that person, how is she speaking of me now that she's pissed? I don't need that in my life.
Yesterday she texted as if nothing happened. I sat on it, not sure how I wanted to respond. As can happen, I got busy and forgot. This morning she sent me the overdramatisized ending!!! I have been well wished out of her life. I do actually hope she figures her life out, but I'm not a Mean Girl. No dramatic ending for me, other than sharing it with you. I promise when you and I end our friendship I won't wish you well, either.
differentsub Wow. 20 years since I made this profile. I think I was one of the first. I haven't logged on for, I have no idea how many years, but my age said 56, so I'm guessing 10. I've been in two long term relationships for most of the past 10 years, so that makes sense, and I forgot all about this profile. A lot has changed. I don't even think the things in my kink list stll exist as choices anymore. I left them to remind me of who I used to be, and how old this profile is.
I'm single. I'm no longer the cis, het sub with few limits. I'm now the I don't know what the fuck I am. Eunuch? Nongender? At least sexually. If it walks like a duck, talks like a duck, acts like a duck, looks like a duck, but it isn't a duck, then what the hell is it? But whatever it is, it sure aint cis. And I've sucked cocks and eaten cum and I didn't hate it, and I want to do it again. So I sure aint het. And once I know my domme, I don't do safe words or any limits but hers. Which means I am very careful about who I submit to. Intelligenge, integrity, respect, honor.... Words that don't seem to matter very much to most in the bdsm community anymore. Well they matter to me.
And I don't do mantras. Any of them. And when I say that, I don't say it as a joke. No SSC, Rack, PRICK, SHMUCK, pretend S&M roleplay. My first 5 attempts at a new profile were banned for violating the terms of service, because there are things you can't say about real S&M in your profile here. So use your imagination.
I'm looking for an owner. And I'm grounded here in Phoenix. Can't move even if I wanted to. So she or they need to be local, be relocatable or be wlling to have a long distance thing.
Read between the lines. I'm old school, I'm real and I'm serious. I don't have the time or patience for games. No I'm not going to send you anything because you are going to be evicted from your apartment if you don't get 50 today. I can't believe these idiots are still using the same scams they were using 25 years ago. I updated to a current but faceless pic. Because if you want to talk, we are going to have a nice Skype or equivelent chat immediately, so we can both see and hear each other clearly. Then we can talk.
jenjen4712 pet store (1/3)
you lead me into the pet store quietly, just smiling to yourself when i shiver from the cool air on my already wet pussy. you hold my hand as we walk through the store, but move to stand behind me when we get to the collars and leashes. you place your hands possessively on my hips and pull me back against you, enjoying the view down my top as my breathing speeds up. "it's time, baby," you whisper into my ear. "what kind of collar do you want?"
i hadn't thought about helping you choose my collar. i had half expected to wake up one morning to find it around my throat, if i was being honest, and i was overwhelmed by the choices.
i shake my head, and you feel the moment my trembling shifts from arousal to panic. you pull me closer and kiss the side of my throat. "you're not choosing," you remind me. "you're helping me, but this is not up to you." your voice is sterner now and i sink into it, letting you steady me. "clear?"
"yes sir."
you kiss me on the throat again, in a spot i know will soon be covered up by your collar, and i moan softly.
"good girl," you murmur before letting me go.
i watch you walk up the aisle before moving to the collection of leather collars. i lose track of you while i look through the rows of collars, touching the cool leather, feeling how supple or stiff they are, shaking them to see how much noise they make and how heavy they are.
i turn back to you as you walk back down the aisle toward me. you pick up one of the training collars, a metal one with spikes on the inside, and hold it up, jangling it to make sure you have my attention. my breathing speeds up again and you laugh a little when i squeeze my thighs together and reach out to the wall of collars to steady myself, but you put it back on its shelf. "maybe next time," you tell me, and finish walking back to me.
you reach out to touch the collar i was looking at with one hand, and the other slips under my skirt, trailing up and down the slickness coating my inner thighs. you trace those wet fingers over my lips and i greedily suck them into my mouth, moaning a little at the taste of us. you start to pull your hand away but i hold onto it, making sure i haven't missed anything and rocking my hips in time to my sucking.
you laugh at my whine when you finally remove your fingers from my mouth. "such a desperate little thing you are, babe." you move to stand behind me, trapping me between your body and the wall of collars. "this one?" i don't know how your voice is completely steady, considering you have one hand under my skirt again and i can feel you getting hard.
when you first brush against my pussy lips, i look around, making sure we're alone. "eyes ahead," you tell me, your fingers stroking up and down my wet cunt. "tell me why this one."
"it's pretty. i like--" i stop, ging when your fingers find my clit. a light pinch from you brings me back. "i like that it looks delicate, light pink with little gold hearts." i'm trying to grind against your fingers now, but you keep them far enough away that i can't get any relief.
"and?"
i can't help the whine that escapes me when you slip two fingers inside me. i rock against your fingers as i continue. "i like the matching bracelet. i can wear that whenever i can't wear the actual collar. so i'm always collared. always yours." i barely squeeze it out before you're pulling your hand out from under my skirt and i whine louder.
you step back and watch me as you bring your fingers to your mouth. i'm still braced against the wall, eyes closed, hips rocking against nothing. there's a trail of pussy juice dripping down my legs and i can't hold back all the little moans and whimpers. "look at you, my pathetic, wanton slut. we haven't even looked at leashes yet."
Bombo10 October 2024: Residing in AZ Tempe area
Wow, two years off this site. Still hasn’t had any upgrades haha.
Quick updates. Health is healthy. All testing up to date as of Oct. 11th 2024. Negative and clean bill of health.
Life updates:
I worked as a caregiver and in hospice and they have all passed on. Did their funerals as well, no family.
No longer wish to continue health care. Got into the Trades. Got an offer out in AZ and leaving CA in a month or two. Good 2nd career path and I’m happy to be in a new state with a good feeling of newness. I can’t wait for my first Monsoon and AZ heatwave.
Paid off every debt and loan I owed. Paid my new car out in full. Have a good start thanks to savings.
Byrdie Today I had a meet and greet with a man who was:
local
within my preferred age range
available for a publicly acknowledged relationship
interested in some of the same significant kinks that I am
cuter than his photos
The conversation flowed well. This seems promising.
CDSissy5550 He placed a small locked case on the table.
"One more step," he said calmly. "Not because you have to—but because I want you to understand what surrender really feels like."
I looked at the case, my pulse quickening. It wasn't the object itself that unsettled me. A chastity device. It was what it represented: giving up control, trusting someone else, and committing to the journey I'd begun.
"You can still say no," he reminded him.
After a long silence, i nodded.
He explained the rules. The device wasn't a punishment; it was a symbol of discipline, patience, and intention. If i chose to wear it, the decision would be respected, and either of us could end the exercise at any time.
As the lock clicked shut, i felt an unexpected calm. The moment wasn't about humiliation. It was about crossing another threshold, leaving behind hesitation, and embracing a side of himself I'd hidden for far too long.
bunsteel As a man who has worn various chastity devices I have learned useful lessons for staying locked without excuses. The three types I have had the best success with provide different advantages. The tube style belt from Fetish Felix in Germany is easiest to put on and take off during play time, but is too large to hide under clothes. The small cage that locks through a CBR piercing is the most practical for continous wear to the office and during sports, allowing me to pee standing up. The Behind Barz is modular so the intensity of confinement can be adjusted to suit the whims of the keyholder.
The big tube belt is the only one in which I was ever able to cum and only after prolonged edging and being re-locked. The tight cage has allowed me to trickle out a few times, but never with pleasure. It is the most effective and practical choice especially for long distance ownership. The Behind Barz is surprisingly comfortable after a lot of work bending and shaping, I have worn it for weeks at a time while doing landscape and remodeling work which included running wires through an attic. The essential trick to any device with a ball ring is using silicone lubricant at least once a day to eliminate pinching the chaffing. For any lady who is considering full time restraint of a man's jewels this knowledge will help her to overcome her worries about keeping him locked for as long as she wants control.
LexiBloodMoon I just got the official 'Okay' from my doctor and I am now officially "healed". The fucking dick has no fucking clue what he is talking about. I still have aches and pains from just standing up. I went from in fucking good shape to what I feel is a bloated whale. And my endurance is total crap. After 2 flights of stairs, I am now winded.
As for my business, it's gone. All of it. No more tools, or materials. I was even forced to sell off my "personal collection" of goodies. As for my clients, They have found other 'artists' and 'makers'.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have now hit rock bottom.
So what am I looking for I am looking for an artist. Someone who feels they are up for the challenge (and bragging rights). Some knows the ins and outs of social situations as well as proper etiquette in different circles. Someone who is willing and able to invest their time, talent, money, knowledge etc to make it happen.
The challenge,
Take this currently out of shape male, with lacking social skills and has not started their transition yet. Then through training, diet exercise, surgeries, lessons, transform him into a proper walking talking sex goddess. To remove every trace of ever being a male from the body and mannerisms. To transform so far that unless another was told they would never even suspect that the lady next to them was born a male.
I know something like this is a commitment in both time and money. As such, I do have skills in making and building that can be used. As I transition and look more feminine, I am willing to be a cam girl or what not. To be by your side as an assistant and maybe more. After the transition, I am more than happy to be a beta dom in your dungeon, or who knows what we can come up with.
Here I am a living flesh piece of clay, looking to be transformed into the 'perfect' woman. To live the life I know I was meant to be living. Help me and in return I can help you.
Send me a message if you are interested.
angeldmort Someone male on the other kink site was talking about dating as a market, and when the "dick is plentiful" comment came up as a point of why it doesn't "sell" he got a bit butthurt.
When someone else tried to point out that dicks are generally attatched to men, and so the problem wasn't the dicks but the men they are attatched to, the quality of which vary a lot, he said "In general, a shirt is not necessarily better than another shirt"Which granted, is absolutely in my wheelhouse to respond to with an informed opinion, so this was my comment.
"Actually, as someone with an education in fashion merchandising/design, and as a costumer, I can say that is not at all accurate. Quality is an easily defined set of properties, such as the tye of materials used, workmanship, colorfastness of dye, functionality of design, etc and varies HUGELY from one shirt to the next. Which is why a shirt from the dollar store may be good enough for a few months, but may soon start to pull apart at the seams, or fade, or wear through, or shrink and become misshapen, etc. whereas a shirt that looks similar from a better manufacturer may last for years and still look fine. I have several shirts my Dad wore for years before he died, which I have now worn as an overshirt for gardening, etc for the two decades since. I have also bought similar looking shirts new at Walmart and they fell apart within a couple years.
Quality matters. Being an educated consumer matters. Learning to recognize quality, and what to look for before you purchase is the difference between having to replace said shirts frequently, vs keeping something you like for as long as you want it, and possibly even passing it on if you no longer need it.
The same can be said for partners. So it's important to understand what quality is in people, as well as shirts, and learn how to spot it and the lack of it, and learn to take your time shopping to avoid buyer's remorse. Or even debt and bad contracts...
"Maybe there are fuckbois who one can easily replace if that's what your view of men on average is."
Exactly. There are fuckbois, and posers, and trash toys, and upstanding quality men. There are men who do the work to become better, to do the right thing, to play fair and self-manage, etc, and men that just wanna get dat dick wet. There are pretty people, plain people, low quality people, high quality people, people who are pretty and cheap, people who are less pretty but quality, and vice versa. You either learn to appreciate quality over superficial properties, or you bounce from crap to crap to crap, always wondering why nothing is ever as good as it looks and everything starts SO nice but never lasts.
As to what market? Dating is advertizing, more than anything.
You have what you have, and they have what they have, and you have to figure out what you want, and how to trade what you have for what you want. Fortunately, you can add to what you have in lots of ways, if what you want is out of reach at a given time. Learn new skills - dancing cooking, massage, etc. Dress better, spiff your appearance. Read books on relationships. Hit the gym. But you have to find out what THEY want, figure out if you can provide it (or are willing to lie about it, as many do) and then learn to explain how what you have will provide what they want.
As someone once said - you don't sell shovels, you sell holes.
"A customer’s ultimate goal is not a product but a change and improvement to their life. "
A man should not try to sell his dick to a woman.
Dicks are EVERYWHERE.
There are literally stores full of dicks that don't even require another person.
No matter how amazing a guy's dick is, I can go buy one better, and not have to bother with having a guy and what he wants attatched.
So, what a man needs to sell is *orgasms*.
And if he wants to be more than just a one-off, he needs to sell the aweome fun before and after the sex.
A submissive man needs to sell how he will make a Domme's life easier and more comfortable. A Dominant man needs to sell how safe and valued his sub will feel.
Sell the value point - how having whatever you are selling will improve the potential buyer's experience. Will is lessen the workload? Provide pleasure? Increase security? Create comfort? Ease pain? Improve something they already enjoy?
THOSE are what need to be in someone's profile and first emails if they want to find their "market share" and get what they want here.
FelineRanger So here's some more detail (and something to push down my previous whining about the site ). My wife and I are both looking for our own play partners, so I guess you could call it an open relationship. She's looking for a friend with benefits, emphasis on "friend," as in somebody she could just as easily talk to about daily minutia as she would give him a blow job. I'm not looking for anything quite so equitable. I'm looking for someone who would indulge me in whatever my twisted mind comes up with, like exhibitionism and public play or breathplay or the "usual" spankings and other impact play. I do have some limits of my own, chiefly scat and blood. Also, even though I might want my slave to show a lot of skin and go without bra or panties while she's with me, I wouldn't insist she do that or anything else that might put her job at risk. Yes, I am definitely looking for in person contact at least once a week.
My wife and I also have an agreement that we meet each other's play partners and basically vet them. It's not like we're conducting interrogations, it's just determining if we all get along and if there are any red flags.
VixenCherry Let me be honest for a second… I don’t love submissive men because they’re “easy.” I love them because they know their place—and watching a grown man compete for the privilege of doing what I say? That’s my kind of entertainment.
See, submissive men are like my personal comedy show and stress relief all in one. Need something? They’re already halfway out the door. Want attention? They’re hanging on my every word. I say “jump” and suddenly I’m getting a TED Talk on vertical efficiency.
And don’t get it twisted—this isn’t charity work. I don’t “take care” of subs. I use them. For amusement. For service. For that sweet, sweet satisfaction of watching a man melt just because I smiled his way.
So yeah… I love submissive men. They make life fun, they keep me entertained, and best of all? They never forget who the star of the show is. (Hint: it’s me.)
suckyD 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.
AZSubmissiveGirl Please do not contact me if only you are looking for a chat buddy. I will not endlessly text with anyone. There should be progression in getting to know someone and not just text messaging. There should be phone calls at some point when both are comfortable. But if I have text back-and-forth with someone for a couple of months I will lose interest and discontinue communication. I don't know about anyone else, but for me personally typing in a code every time I send a message gets tiresome. At some point the conversation needs to be taking either by voice or video chat. I'm sure we have all come across scammers or fakes pretending to be something they are not. I do not mean just men, women as well.
Just because I am submissive does not mean I am gullible or a doormat. I am a submissive woman, not your submissive. Be respectful of my time as it is a valuable resource just like yours is. Respect is a two-way street.
FYI: I am seeking a masculine/Alpha man that is tall, I prefer men 6'2 or taller. Although no shorter than 6 feet tall.
CosmicCunt Ethical BDSM, an interesting concept and I enjoy chewing on this a bit.
Examples:
A supposed vocational slave offers their self. They present a wild origin story and present day scenario for their enslavement to you. Later it is determined the so called slave is a liar and a fraud who has shared false information and received only truth from you.
Now imagine this slave was infact already enslaved, no way out, a prisoner for all intents and purposes to another. The slave is given leave by their Mistress to 'play' on Collar as a means of entertainment and or even as a cruelty or punishment. The Mistress can read and or respond to any email from you she chooses or she may not. However, she does read and lead her slave deeper into the deception. The slave has been instructed to not expose his Mistress.
Is the slave responsible for being a liar and fraud? The slave is to obey, afterall.
What does this say about the Mistress? She is well within her rights to have her slave behave as she desires, yet what she asks her slave to do is an affront to another, it V I O L A T E S. She has directed a deception.
Is this ethical behavior on her part? Does anyone care?
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Take Masters who train a slave out of being able to act on self preservation. Lets say they want to test this and they command the slave lay out their arm to be run over with their car. The slave obeys, bones are broken and the slave has no further feeling in that side. It is within their right to do so, yet what could possibly be the reasoning behind such an act? What is ethical about training a slave to do something which causes harm to their self or another?
I've come across the notion of supremicists within this realm, on opposing sides of the tracks, who justify dismantling another human being in an effort to degrade them beyond all else. Training a slave to submit to all manner of what can only be considered to be torture. Perhaps they believe one human is less human than another. Perhaps they have some demons of their own to work through. Or perhaps they are uneducated or scaredy cats or they themselves brainwashed with outdated beliefs since birth.
Is this ethical behavior and do we really care, as a group, society or a people?
Some of this sounds like corrupted power to Me, yet who am I to judge?
" Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive."
Just because we can do something, does that mean we are not accountable for doing it? Such fine lines we dance between in the theatre of our likes and loves. Of course, ultimately it is up to those involved to determine what is right and wrong, for the course. The same can be said for any of life's avenues. Humans have the right to do unto another if permitted. Humans have the right to allow another to do unto them.
Does this also mean one human or a group of humans have the right to violate another? To decieve or to manipulate or to mutilate and how does one determine where the line in the sand is drawn or even is there sand?
Where do ethics come into play or do they? Surely we see every day, examples of our global society grappling with the concept of ethics in everything we do.
By permitting 'each to his or her own' are we not in essence saying, "I don't want you to tell Me what to do so I wont tell you what to do?"
I wonder how this makes us better, or if it even matters. Perhaps we are too wounded or too neglected, too needful or too out of control to embrace andor be embraced by ideas of greatness.
Perhaps the final frontier is indeed paying attention to our mental health.
I believe the difference between a slave and a submissive is in the consent. I believe in consensual slavery and that a Master/Owner has the final say. I also believe in emotional intelligence and in ethics.
I'm not sure emotional intelligence or ethics really matter in the grand scheme of things, yet they matter to Me and as with all things, in degree.
What if the determining factor for whether good or not good prevails in the world is held in the balance of the scales of how many people believe in good and how many believe in not good? How many practice good and how many practice greed, deception, intolerance, bullying?
Imagine if what you believe, is what will happen.
ServiceHeart4Her What my submissive nature looks like:
I naturally end up taking care of others better than I take care of myself. I love to maintain a household and provide nourishment and comfort to all who dwell there. I enjoy pampering my partner. I’ve raised a child, I garden, I cook, I fix things and I take pride in a job well done.
Things I’m not so good at… selling myself, making big $$, asking for what I need or making the first move.
I’m sensitive and inquisitive. I care about the world. I’m drawn to ponder the meaning of life. I cherish touch, beauty, intimacy and indulging in carnal delights. I love truth and freedom. I adore feeling wanted, desired and useful to the Feminine.
I adore giving pleasure… physical, emotional and mental. I adore receiving pleasure. I enjoy enduring erotic pain for another’s pleasure… and I cherish serving the will of a Goddess.
Exoticpie2024 recently met a vanilla guy that had been a drug addict for more than half of his life. He has been clean for 5 years. This is information that was shared with a perfect stranger within the first 5 minutes of conversation. (I appreciate the upfront honesty, but damn.) From what I learned about him, he was easily swayed by previous lovers and enjoyed being a "doormat." Without knowing My kinky hobbies, he disclosed his desires to be owned by a Dominant Woman.qIuestioned his ability to be involved in a kinky lifestyle relationship without it being totally draining on the Domme. Although I wasnt even going there with this guy, the last thing I want is a overly needy person in my life.Has anyone else run screaming from someone that just oozes insecurity and extreme neediness?How long would someone with an addictive personality actually be able to make it in a kinky relationship with YOU?
spankedforgood Good lord this website is a bit cringy sometimes 😂
I swear so I was talking to one guy and we shared pics and I just send a generic one of my face and I swear he sends a picture of himself in front of the mirror with his tiny Dick displayed "oops, wrong picture" lmao like sureeeeeee. I delete the messages and I'm moving on I didn't say anything back and like 5 minutes later he sends a pic of just his face and says again oops wrong picture. so I delete and move on. Another 10 minutes passs and I get a pic message from another guy on my kik ang you guessed it a Dick pic who says "Tom" the first guy gave him my kik. lol so I'm like good bye.... oh wait ya Tom told me about you your the one with the tiny dick... nice to meet ya. Lmao. I'm so done right now lmao.
Then another message... I stopped replying to a guy at like 1:30am you know because I fell asleep... we had talked for all but 30 minutes maybeeee! He sends me a message "your so lucky I dont own you, I would punish you severely for ignoring me" (like I haven't heard that one a million times"
my reply "lol I'm not for sale! (emoji Of painted nails) thank you!"
some of yall need to get livessssss. I doubt that's gonna happen so I'm gonna have fun trolling while I can lolololol
(If spelling and punctuation is bad, I knowwww I tried to fix it but it just kept getting worse... idk whats wrong)
Asyra 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...
quirkylittle4daddy Sacred Intimacy: The Art of Birthing Orgasm in the Union of Dominance and Submission
i had previous mentioned in another post that i had an upcoming writing about when a dominant man and a submissive woman come together in a sexual nature in a sacred sexuality focus. and specifically when the man uses that dominant qualities in him to lead her into the experience with the goal of birthing her orgasms from start to finish. be it one or multiple. and how this isn't the same popular orgasm control discussions in the non sacred sexuality bdsm community or whatever porn is going on that i don't know about. well this is that post.
i usually add a bunch of visuals to both break up the text, put in an added layer of energy, and to add emphasis to my words..but i'm being called by spirit this moon day of emotions to let the words speak for themselves this time.
i said that this one is a juicy topic both figuratively and literally. except for a lot of people who might think this is something they are interested in, it will probably turn a lot of the men off. and will turn some submissive women away.
there's vanilla sex, kinky sex, bdsm power dynamic sex, creative/artistic sex, and then there's sacred sexuality. and everyone loves the part of sacred sexuality that promises full body head to toe orgasams. everyone loves the promise of multiple orgasms, especially for the fact that for a lot of times it's the first time a man is hearing he too is capable of doing it. a lot are into or can wrap their head around the semen retention for more vitality, and powerful orgasms when he chooses to do so. and everyone loves the idea of having levels of pleasure and egoic ideas of being able to say that they are a tantrika or a tantrini or their ability to confidently tell all the crazy pretzel postures and positions they get into with ease. but this subject of birthing an orgasm both on the individual level and as a couple is something people think they want, but a lot don't truly want. of course there is puja as well and can also happen beyond two people and a group of however big you want to try to do so. usually from what i've experienced and noticed it doesn't really work that well after a certain amount which is why it's sacred sexuality vs. a kinky orgy situation. but my focus has always been the woman alone, or the woman and man in a submissive woman and dominant man perspective. that is my soul lineage/shard/fracture that i'm focusing on.
being a woman and not having a penis, i've never felt called or aligned or challenged to talk about this from the individual man's perspective, or the man's perspective. there are many woman in this field of mine that do. the first 10 years of my writings was focused on the power of sacred sexuality when taken into the woman's own hands. i've recently been focused on my writing specifically in regards to the in tandem dynamic of the synergy and energy going on in relationship.
while any archetype of energy signature/personality/essence/role/identity of men can choose and step up to take on the role of birthing a woman's orgasm consciously my focus is again is for the dominant man who is doing this.
to ease into it, just like you need to ease into the actual act i wanted to clarify on what i meant earlier about how this is seperate from what the lifestyle community and terminology commonly uses as the understanding of the kink or definition of orgasm control..and how this different understanding can open a whole new way of operating using this term.
nowadays when a man says they are into orgasm control and a woman is either literally into it, which is honestly men very very rare in the long term and outside of the idea of it, or willingly goes about it due to her submissive and slave tendences they are meaning the following. the woman gets her sexual energy to rise, and is not able to release to peak orgasm without the approval of the man. usually the man then does nothing to guide, direct, control, hold, use the energetic masculine force of action physically or in other forms, or take charge of how it happens. it usually turns into a game of red light green light. he simply tells her usually no. no no, until yes. some of them will simply want you to ask and then they'll say yes after hearing it. a lot of the men see this as a form of domination and control. they think the power is having a woman at the peak of completion and creation in their hands. and tell her yes or no is the ultimate way of showing her obedience and his mastery. over my adult life as a naturally submissive and slave woman trying to find my owner, an intellectualizing mystic who as in all areas of my life want to fully absorb whatever it is i do learning/hearing/experiencing/discussing with others who are like me be it lifestyle or just the natural born ones who do not engage in the community themselves, and observing the changes over time with the ebb and flow of the community at large i've heard and seen many men explain how and why this concept of orgasm control works for them and what it does for them.
i see this understanding as a misnomer. it feels like a very passive act. a way for the man to step outside of the emotions, feelings, and inner world of what he is truly awakening in the woman. he excites something deep inside of her, and especially for women like me of the same soul shard/lineage/fracture that are submissive sexual little girls....the depths of what they unlock in this sexual dance is something magnificent. and then to step out and simply tell her yes, no, wait, teetering into orgasm denial as well which debatable if they are the same thing nowadays in the community of like minded/energetic people moves him from something active to something passive. he's no longer in the sauce with her and it becomes a seperate, disassociated, and blocked version of intimacy. with him more of a director in a chamber or behind a launch room...and her on display.
it goes back to the understanding that in life there is always levels. and this seems to be a very beginner level of domination and unfortunately where most tend to get off. even those who claim and can back up some type of experience of doing this for decades. hence the difference between non vanilla sex and sacred sexuality. and even then, there are plenty of men who step off before getting here.
let's look into some definitions of the word dominant:
a: commanding, controlling, or prevailing over all others
b: very important, powerful, or successful
2**:** overlooking and commanding from a superior position
this can harken back to leadership styles because as with everything, when we go deeper into sexuality we see if we go beyond the surface of touch, energy rise, frustration non orgasm end or poof some type of orgasm satisfaction to be determined and retraction the landscape of sex both individually or with another person operates similar to the nonsexual discussion of engaging with life as well.
there are leaders that simply bark out orders, and there are leaders that lead by action by doing and are in the thick of whatever the project is. and often the most successful leaders with the most engaged team and 'minions' are the ones that experience directly the superiority through doing and excelling and the willingness to try that the leader shows by doing next to them.
if i was to reoriente that term of orgasm control, it would be the man who is actually engaging with her body, mind, soul, and energy from start TO finish. not necessarily telling her simply yes or no, but similar to a conductor using his bod
TravelinMasterFl I am worth more than the sum of this profile.
I love dogs, have a smart mouth and take delight in making someone I care for laugh.
I am not perfect
.I believe in being transparent.
emptysoultoown Well its a different thing now for therapy and to make better quality bondage gear again with a guarantee that no store or fetish maker Gives. As alot dont stand by there workmanship as it is a skilled craftsmans that if it makes quality gear of the best leather and hardware it should out last your slave or submissive. If it doesnt it has failed. So it guarantees to always replace free of charge restraints and other bondage gear it makes.
It see so many out there making quality bondage gear and charging ridiculous prices. It wanted a Pony Harness and the price was Ridiculous $1500. It has to laugh.
Well, the 2nd order of it Leather working tools have arrived from Amazon.
Give it the third time in it life Rebuilding its Leather making workshop.
And in the next fortnight, got a third order that has to go in. And that should see it. Build the tools and the workshop that it needs to start making. What It needs And wants And to rebuild it inventory.
it uses the highest grade harness US latigo leather as used in the Saddle and Harness industry on the market and heavy metal hardware, Post screw rivets and with reinforced with leather sewing machine for extra strength for secure durablity.
VTFemaleEunuch I'm noticing I need to spell this out since my profile likes isn't obvious enough. I have very little interest in sex. In fact, I connect better with people who enjoy keeping someone in long-term chastity or orgasm denial than someone who wants their partner(s) to have orgasms.
I am on the Ace Spectrum - I may experience sexual attraction, and I may even get turned on by certain conversations or ideas. but this is more of an exception rather than a regular occurring event. I most likely don't want to have sex with you or be made to orgasm by you. I don't need to be fixed or trained either.
I'm quite okay with my inability to get turned on and as a good friend explains asexuality - I am more likely going to get more excited over a bowl of freshly popped popcorn than the idea of having sex.
However, if you are someone who truly, and I mean TRULY, is interested in orgasm denial and chastity please feel free to reach out to me. Eventually, with enough teasing, and edging, with someone who knows how I get turned on, I turn into a puddle of pathetic beggingness for an orgasm and THAT is hot to me.
quirkylittle4daddy nuance beyond melanie martinez and lana del rey contrasting with caity krane
NOTE: this originally was written on reddit as a visual media interpretation. i crafted screenshots and homemade gifs to enhance the written word. this platform doesn't allow that so some of what is mentioned cannot be shown.
i already made a post about melanie nostalgia-ing. but i really feel it wasn't just nostalgia i was picking up on an energetic current between the tribe/community because just like when i talked about the powerpuff girls and right after that i was seeing so many of the tribe members that have more public eye and celebrity referencing them and artist that are tribe or sell to the tribe talk about them more and actual artists as in professionally well paid creatives that are tribe vibe talk about it i knew i was onto something there. so melanie ehhh i was nostalgia-ing but i think i was also treelawny- ing that essence of the moment.
i don't really talk about lana that often because i feel as a fellow mermaid energy she uses her siren powers for bad entrapping lower level dysfunctional and bad vibes on purpose. i don't know the effect she has on the side of the coin of the guys since i'm not a guy but she just knows the right buttons and insecurities and struggles and challenges of the lifetime that the little/babygirl has to overcome, heal, grow, adapt, evolve out of etc. she knows what the life lessons tribe has and instead of using it to elevate she uses it to try to keep us girlies stuck. hell she is stuck herself but is making money and a living off of it. with someone that emotionally energetically, and jush-y powerful i tend to just cool off and disengage. haha
i was thinking aboutt it though as this song from my gazillion hour playlist. these two are some of the most recent ogs for music that resonates with us girlies and those in the lifestyle but it gives not only twisted it gives basic bitch vibes. it's like those who are apart of the cult of sanrio know hello kitty is basically like michael kors. trying to be something more elevated than he is but highly popular aka a consumer favorite. it gives that kinda vibes.
this song and video is so great. it's a fellow tribe member at least coded in my eyes as her vibe mood and visuals scream little girl to me and this song only has 2k views and the video only has 8k views. it's a goddamn shame. maybe in human design this artist caity is also a projector like me and that forward thinking that majority will not understand, but is vital for the progression of ourselves as a society/community type vibe.
either way i get her i get it. and i dig the bluegrass vibes she brings in. another rarity over the nashville country sound.
i don't down lana because she talks about sad stuff.....the song i mention i've been lonely by caity krone is a look into the more tender, emotional, raw, and sad parts of being an adult housing an active outer child little/baby girl on the inside. at times we're human and were made to feel the full range of emotions.
but in emotional intelligence, growth, training, strength, endurance we learn feeling vs wallowing is a thing. and letting it consume vs flow is a thing. and acknowledging vs obsessing over it is a thing. i feel this is a simple acknowledgement.
the simple image of the artwork already elevates us into more little girl nuance where it's not smacking us on the head with something so blase.
hey there fellow mermaid sister by the water with the wavy hair.
even the album cover for this entire cd is more nuanced and flavorful. someone added some seven spices to this shit.
pizzapuppiescows Worst furniture put togetherer ever. Okay, I didn't fully look at the directions. But it was just drawings, no words, and all of the legs look the same. I only had to take it slightly apart twice. And then I couldn't get the final two screws in (that's what she said), but just on the top. It'll be okay. Really though, every time I put something together I have to take it apart at least once. Or if I'm too far in and the mistake isn't that horrible I just leave it. The second to last desk I put together had a piece flipped so you saw the rough edge. The last desk I put together I may have had to take the top off and stripped the screws so one kind of hangs down, not fully committed to it's life purpose. Eh, it's functional. Don't worry, for the real stuff I call a professional. While I was screwing in the kitchen (wink wink), someone was in the garage attaching things to studs so they wouldn't fall down on my head. Studs. Screws. It is very evident that men named these things.
Side quest... I mostly know the, what's it called, alpha bravo charlie thing. I might have to think about some of them. But it's not fun at all. So with one guy friend if we're on the phone and he didn't hear me I'll make up my own. Saliva, hippopotamus, egg salad, licorice, vestibule, eclair, squiggles. He always makes fun of me that I use girly words, and then he'll say things like rainbow, unicorn, balloons, etc. Cracks me up.
So yes, sort of a little bit mostly capable of putting things together. This is what you do when you're masquerading as an independent adult.
amazingFLR When my ex and I were exploring BDSM and doing research, I was more attracted to the submissive role for myself. I encouraged her toward taking the Domme role, and I would be her submissive, but she wasn’t interested. I even created a website dedicated to FLR, but she wanted me to be her Dom. But, my core was really very submissive to women. Now that I am single, I am very interested in exploring my submissive side with an amazing Domme. If you would like to see the FLR website I created, it’s
http://amazingflr.byethost8.com
Texasphili There is a certain refinement to restraint. I practice it daily. One learns, with time, that composure is far more unsettling than complaint. I am, by inclination, a devoted soul—selectively so. Devotion is not the frantic offering of attention; it is a measured gift, bestowed where presence, consistency, and intention actually reside. Anything less feels dreadfully untidy. I have spent enough years in these spaces to recognize patterns without needing a diagram. Experience has sharpened my eye and dulled my patience for theatrical ambiguity. One doesn’t hunt red flags anymore—they appear on their own, waving politely, hoping to be mistaken for décor. I am not troubled by silence. Silence can be deliberate, even powerful. What does amuse me—quietly, of course—is absence paired with conspicuous visibility elsewhere. One can only be “otherwise occupied” for so long before the choreography gives itself away. Multitasking is admirable, but clarity remains preferable. A submissive observes. She does not rush. She does not plead for coherence. She notes, she assesses, and—when necessary—she withdraws her attention with impeccable manners. Confusion is not mystique. It is merely poor communication wearing a better outfit. If I kneel, it will be with certainty. If I offer devotion, it will be to steadiness, not spectacle. Until then, I remain poised, discerning, and faintly entertained. Devoted, yes. Naïve, no.
thumper I need to update my profile here, long overdue. My profile that is currently posted, is one that was written when I first join CS.
Since then, through the years of properly being mentored, learning, and maturing in the lifestyle, my outlook and perspective on the lifestyle has changed greatly.
Over the years, I have learned that the lifestyle has much more to offer than just kinky, hurtful play and sex. People who have that mentality, do not really take time to appreciate and cherish the finer aspaspects of having a submissive or slave that puts herself out there just to please others.
Although my current profile states what I'm looking for, doesn't really mean that I have the improper attitude. My attitude has greatly changed, and if you take the time to learn more about me or others that inquire into your profile, you might find a hidden jewel in this rubbish heap on this site.
I, as a Master, is not into this lifestyle for the kinky sex, but for it to greatly enhance the relationship, to make it strong, safe, to enhance growth in each other, make each other grow and be fulfilled. Most importantly, I desire and will make my submissive or slave feel appreciated and cherished in everything she does, and to give her that balance of the vanilla and lifestyle is important. There are other aspaspects that go along with the relationship that are just as important as well.
This might give the impression that I'm not a strict Master or Dominate, for I can be strict, but fair, and generous as well. I'm a laid back easy type of guy, but I'm observant and knows whats going on. I'm not a pushover by any means.
Whatever you do, don't judge a book by its cover.... you might lose out on a jewel!
Grunmadchen RigidityI have recently discovered something about my psyche. I have a very rigid mind, or at least when it comes to roles. I like dominants to be dominant, and subs to be subs. I like hierarchies, both parties knowing their place makes a relationship work, i feelBut my mentality has a few downsides too: Once roles are realised, i don't know if i can ever see someone in a different light. If a dominant wants to submit for a change, i can't handle that, If they start acting contrary to their established role, it just causes damage to my mental image of that person, and my respect for them
I also group kinks into these rigid roles. There are a variety of things that i feel are "submissive acts", and a dominant doing them makes me uncomfortable in the same way, even if they are just doing the things they want to do. These include things like:
-consuming urine
-wearing chastity
-Worshipping feet
-being penetrated
-Begging, or pleading
And to a certain lesser extent, rimming and giving oral
The list is not exhaustive
These are all things that i, as a sub, am generally comfortable and happy with, But i can't really deal with a dominant choosing or maybe even wanting to do these things, it feels wrong. Amd I get "the ick"
These have largely not been a problem, but there are a few edge cases where i talk to someone promising, and then they reveal wanting to do stuff like this, and it kills everyting.
Not all at once though, i try to explain whats wrong, they usually understand, don't talk about those desires again for a while. But unfulfilled desire always resurface, and someone who wants to be penetrated is eventually going to ask me again to do it. And again, and again.
I guess we can say that "dominants doing submissive things" is one of my hard limits. it makes me irreconcileably uncomfortable and wears down the respect i have for a person.
I dont think i can change the way i think,maybe others can't either.
i'm seeking a dominant who likes this kind of rigid hierarchy too.
Bull60 Many times I get the question about what happens when two tops meet. The concept of two dominant males sharing some sort of intimacy seems contradictory, after all no one conceives a dom without a sub. That is not always the case and I will, like in all my journals speak from experience. There is a degree of power exchange between Doms and I do not talk about silly posturing and drama. If two dominant males find themselves alone and aware of each other,s preference coue of things will happen. Like I said there are degrees of asserting domination and sometimes one will yield and becomes submissive to the more dominant male. There are reasons for this behavior, one is the overwhelming realization that amongst equals there is alway a better masks and truly no shame comes from realizing and internalizing that fact. I'm not implying the the more submissive is and will be a sub the rest of their life, no. What I am saying is that recognizing g who is the better man is what defines the boundaries of intimacy. I have friends that have their fair share of submissives but once in a while they will come to me to serve and be bred. after, back to being a top. But why this behavior? Like I said overwhelmed by. Dryer male they yearn to serve and be intimate. If a dime submits must be to someone better than them and someone they appreciate both as male and Bull. The other scenario I've experience is that broth being powerful males and bulls there is no submitting. How then is that encounter? What I have experienced is the act of respectful admiration of each other bodies and rods. Eventually, it will get to self exploration and release by mastication. There is no phisicl contact but the admiration that can only a true bull can bestow on another bull.
It is very intense to have two powerful males together, alone, and horny. Their mutual pheromones make the atmosphere thick and eventually there’s only one way out, taking matters in our own hands. there is no mystery, two males will do what comes naturally and either occupy their place or remain on top gloriously alone. That's the natural order of things.
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