GirlWithInk

Female Submissive, 25, Cambridge

Female Switch, 30, Victoria BC

Female Dominant, 42, Marietta, Georgia

Just a quick line or two, a snippet of conversation between myself and one of my pets: my pet: From Collarme.com: my pet: "hi iam master *name removed* from egypt my email is *erased to protect the idiotic* add me slut" my pet: WTF @.@ my pet: Oh, what should I tell the rude collarme idiot? tme: *snicker* That you are only a slut when your Mistress wishes it, that if he expects to be treated respectfully he should respect your Mistress and contact Her with any requests, and that frankly you think he's a load of camel poo. me: Ideally in just those words. ^.^ Really, if you're going to message someone else's stated property and bark orders at them, you might want to realize that their owner just maybe find it a bit rude.

I can't help it. All I can think about lately is in extremes. I blame this entirely on someone here on collarme, who seems to delight in encouraging sadism without ever following through. *mutter* At this point I'm quite certain that the next time I get a chance to play with anyone they're going to end up hurting quite a lot before I'm done. Why is this frustrating? Because right now the only reliable toys I have on hand are ones who aren't all that masochistic and who haven't done anything to deserve the kind of pain I want to inflict. It's in many ways the worst part of sadism - knowing precisely what you want, knowing you could potentially have it, that all you'd have to do is demand it... but that if you did, you would be damaging someone you care about. *mutters again, growling under her breath* So frustrating. And here's me with two brand new knives, too. Argh.

Charming. I've just gotten my first hate mail, by an asshole who felt so threatened by my OMG horrible self that he decided he had to write a message ALL IN CAPSLOCK accusing me of being fat, ugly, having imaginary slaves, and apparently being so aweful that everyone who reads my profile should immediately block me and ignore me. *snicker* Since I trust he's followed through with his threat and indeed blocked me, I'm just going to reply here, because really, it's too damn funny a letter not to reply to. From the idiot: WHO THE FUCK CARES IF U STAY WITH YOU IMAGINARY SLAVE OR NOT....U R A FREAK....PLAIN AND SIMPLE.....AND A FAT FREAK TO BOOT.....AND FRANKLY A FAT FREAK LIKE YOU JUST DESERVES TO BE BLOCKED AND IGNORED.....U WILL GO A LONG WAY IN LIFE WITH A TATTOOED FACE IDIOT....RUEBENESQUE?? TRY PORKER SKANK! From me: *snicker* Let me guess, you found your capslock key once and can't find it again to turn it off? Charming. I'm sorry you're so offended that someone who isn't sickeningly thin actually has slaves and enjoys her life; I'm sure someday you'll find a barbie-doll wannabe who won't just take your money and laugh at you like every other woman has, really, honest you will. She likely won't mind the fact that you don't have a life, or that you think it's fun to insult people you've never met, and hey, she'll even like your habit of making assumptions - I am not tattooed, my slaves are quite real, and it wouldn't surprise me if you're just envious because your biased, rude, snot-nosed self can't get laid to save your life while I have an entire stable of pets desperate to please. *smile* Enjoy your day... oh, and I'm sorry about your cock, I know that most women likely laugh at it, but as you are so determined to point out, small is good and big is bad, right? - Girl With Ink -

Here's a shock, kids. I've updated my profile to reflect this news as well. Instead of my usual 'talk, play around, see what happens' outlook, right now I am actively seeking another slave. I am searching for someone to fetch and carry, to deal with housecleaning, and to keep me company while I do my work - body art, mostly, and most of that on strippers. *grin* My back is still giving me enough trouble that it's worth offering room and board for someone who can lift my pen case and who will answer "Yes, Mistress" when I snarl and snap at them. If you're interested, if you want the experience of a 24/7 Mistress/slave relationship and don't mind having to follow someone around to strip clubs, fire-dancer meetings, and so forth, drop me a message.

Ahh, finally an evening to myself. Life's been frustratingly hectic this year and for a while I'd pretty much forgotten this site even existed. Things are settling down now, and so here I am. I am still looking for willing canvas - my most frequent fantasy lately is a simple one, tying someone down, making sure their skin is hairless and clean by running my fingers over every inch of it... tightening the bonds when I see which ones still have enough slack to allow movement, eventually ensuring that my captured canvas will remain nicely still for me... and then creating. Pens are my preferred medium, though I would love a chance to do something that incorporated scarification someday. For now though, my pens are the only tools I need to make a proper Inking. Sharpie markers, gelpens, ballpoint pens, glass dip pens and bottles of beautiful ink, I love them all. To talk with someone who is helpless, blindfolded, bound, naked, someone who is utterly aware of their surrender... it always amazes me how meaningful and intense such conversations are. My mind is on the ink and the body that showcases it, so I speak freely... and the one bound, blindfolded, and lost in sensation often finds they can speak with more confidence and truth than they would under other circumstances. There's the pleasure of the touch, too. Having a cool point drawn across your skin is an amazing sensation, hinting at knifeblades and ice cubes but never quite causing pain, just constant pleasure and arousal. I get to watch tiny muscle twitches each time my pen brushes over a nerve, see your body straining against the ropes or trembling as you try to keep still, watch as ink spreads over the beautiful canvas... and I know that for a little while, you are in some way marked as mine, one more conquest for my muse.

Yow. My apologies to those I'd been talking to; my current internet provider seems incapable of keeping a connection running for long enough to load google. Grr. M'boys have been taking turns arguing with the techs over the phone and we've had what, four techs? ...something like that, out here, replaced the router, the modem, the wiring, and the provider still won't admit that the problem is somewhere on their end of things. Yes, I'm a little frustrated. *wry grin* If you've messaged me recently and not gotten a response, it's because I can't bloody connect for more than 30 seconds at a time if I'm lucky. I'm posting this on a borrowed laptop/wifi. *twitch* At any rate, if I've left you hanging (as it were) please forgive me, and I'll be cheerfully diving back into CollarMe as soon as I can convince my computer to stay online long enough to be useful.

I've finally gotten my puppy imported from the east coast - he's listed on here as RaduThePuppy, for anyone curious - and it's being truly wonderful to have him here. I can't emphasize enough how much my particular poly household revolves around the pack mentality; I am the Alpha Female, packleader, the Momma Bear. My husband Caleb is what might be considered the Alpha Male, though as this pack is a matriarchy that still puts him a definite notch down on the command chain. ^.^ He is bound to me, and for the most part submissive, though he is capable of switching and enjoys occasionally flexing his sadistic urges in the bedroom. Puppy is quite in control of himself in day-to-day normal life ourside of our home, but within the confines of our den he is expected to follow orders, to remember that he is utterly Owned, and to serve in any way I might require of him. Torian, sadly, is at a point in her life cycle where she is both physically distant and rarely accessable online, which is very frustrating for us both. When she is here, she ranks above Puppy as far as order-giving might go, but is still quite submissive in respect to me. Becca... heh, Becca's position is rather difficult to formalize, as she actually belongs to someone else and I only get to borrow her occasionally. Puppy has quite a crush on her, as does Caleb, though neither of them will act on it without direct encouragement from her. Then there is Soox, who is right now still just a friend in the making, a delightful boi who is in desperate need of a good spanking. *wicked grin* I'm looking forward to fulfilling that particular need as soon as this blasted bronchitis goes away. So with a pack like this, why do I still have a profile up here, why do I still message the occasional subbie whose profile catches my eye, why do I keep talking with folks who message me? Because I know that there is always room for new friends. Because I am interested in other playmates for myself and for my packmates. Because I still want fresh canvas for my artwork, and can never have enough people to draw on. Because to say I am unwilling to look, or to respond, would be flat out untrue. I met Soox entirely by accident here, getting a message from her out of the blue, and I thank my lucky stars that I did. *smile* I have no doubt that there will be other interesting people I will meet because of CM, and I'm looking forward to each one.

On accessorizing... ...from the point of view of someone who has spent a bit too much time both admiring and arguing with Gorean uber-fans. ^.^ One of the things that first drew me to the Gorean traditions were how well some of them meshed with both pagan/magical uses of color for symbolism and my own ideas of what certain items of clothing, pieces of jewelry, or styles of dress, seemed to say about the person wearing them. I have always found pierced ears to be highly erotic in a submissive, and pierced nostrils to be erotic in almost any woman but somehow with fewer BDSM undertones to them. A nose piercing, after all, I'd be hesitant to play with - too much important tissue there to damage - but ear piercings... ooh, the fun I could have with those. *wicked grin* I like the idea of a slave's or pet's outfit reflecting their status, particularly when they are dressing for a scene or a night spent in public but with... mm, the occasional risque' and rather wicked display of affection, shall we say. Given the chance to outfit all of my pets at once, full wardrobes, the first thing I would do is arrange for basic sand-colored and black shirts, pants, socks, and simple slip-on black shoes, fit for wearing in public but plain, made of simple material and cut conservatively. For each male slave (yes, this includes a few particular bois), I would use a fairly sheer silky shirt that matched the pants - black for black pants, tan for tan pants - as the basic start for the outfit. Long-sleeved in winter, when necessary, otherwise t-shirt length as I like access to my pets' arms whenever possible. This would be topped by either a vest, belt, or overshirt in a color I found particularly appropriate; ideally a vest cut to accent the chest, not buttoned but hanging open, also in a fairly plain fabric. If I intended to do inkwork on the slave's back, I would either have them go shirtless, or use a shirt with a cutout pattern, mesh back, or something similar, and instead of a vest or overshirt, the belt in the color I wished. For each female, something similar - a sheer blouse or babydoll t-shirt cut nice and tight to bare the belly, and either pants or a fairly short skirt, depending on what role that particular pet was expected to be in at the time and how much of their body I wished to show off. A cutaway panel on the back or front - or both - of the shirt could be used to show off artwork, if there was any, or if I was feeling particularly generous toward the rest of the world, a VERY sheer blouse and nothing more than pasties or a very tiny bikini-style top under it to keep them legally modest and safe to take out without causing riots. ^.^ The color would be found as trim on the outfit, with a pair of scarves, buckling leather cuffs, knotted rope bracelets, or other bondage-hinting accessories fastened around their wrists in a suitable color, perhaps a belt or an overshirt as well, or perhaps the underwear under that nice sheer shirt would be where the rest of the color was displayed. Around each throat, there would be something that spoke of their status - a proper locked collar if it was on someone who was indeed my slave, a delicate chain or a pretty beaded and knotted bit of rope on a pet, perhaps only a carefully-inked collar of vinework and tribal patterns on someone I was just claiming for the night. There WOULD be something though, as I consider a throat something that looks far too lovely adorned with a collar to let one of my pets wander around without one under most circumstances. As far as the messages the colors would send, my apologies to the Gorean group, but I suspect my versions differ in a lot of ways from most of the traditions John Norman came up with. Here's the ones that I am most certain of, with a brief description of what each would represent. White: innocence, a virgin. This would be what I'd dress someone in if they were just starting out with me, and I wanted others to know that they were still inexperienced and NOT to be rushed into anything. Red: this color, of course, is traditionally associated with sex, and I see no reason to change that. *grin* For those pets of mine particularly skilled in bed and, in fact, intended almost entirely for use there, it's red that would be coloring their clothing. Blue: this color I tend personally to associate with knowledge and nurturing; a pet kept around to take notes, or one responsible for keeping charge of several other pets, would likely be found wearing blue. Yellow: for me, yellow indicates a slave that has had a fair amount of training, knows what is expected of them, but is not particularly available for others to use beyond simple fetch-and-carry requests. Purple: the color of royalty, a pet dressed in purple would be a favored little creature, spoiled, treated perhaps more gently than others might be, one who had earned the chance to be made much of and fussed over for a night. Green: as I associate this color with healing and cleansing, if I were dressing a pet to accompany me to a bathhouse, for example, this would be exactly the color I'd choose. Orange: heh, if I allowed orange at all, it would be leopard spots or tiger print, and the pet wearing it would be treated like a little beast, expected to be somewhat wild and feral while still obeying and behaving well, taught to do tricks and kept in cages or on pillows rather than put on furnature or strapped to interesting bondage devices. Yes, most of the time I just like those with me to be dressed in ways I find suitable for the occasion and reasonably flattering for them, but... heh. You must admit, the idea of a matched set of submissives is always a pretty one.

It's late... ...or early, as the case may be, nearly six AM and I'm up after a lovely evening. Since the person I met tonight is the first one I've actually met in person via collarme, I figured I should celebrate by posting at least a little bit. *grin* I'm not going to describe the evening - that's between me and the delightful little scrap I had the pleasure of playing with - but I AM going to write a little bit about something I hadn't really gone into on my profile yet. There are a lot of different conventions in the BDSM scene, and every little subgroup will tell you that their set of codes, poses, rules, what-have-you, is the One Twoo Way OMG. I find this pretty silly; sure, if you're into Gorean play, for example, you'll go by Gorean-style rules and so forth, but insisting that it's the BEST way or the ONLY way? Heh. You're about as reasonable as the people who rant about religion. And you're definitely not my thing. However, there is My Way, defined as the codes and rules I insist on with my property, ones that draw on some of the traditions found in various BDSM groups, in fantasy literature, historical training of slaves for more... vanilla... uses, and a few things that I'm reasonably sure are my own ideas. I don't think that anyone else should regard My Way as the 'right one' for their own relationship, nor will I ever look down on anyone who uses other conventions and rulesets for their play. One of the things that I have a pretty serious outlook on, when it comes to doing things My Way, is Names. I believe that everyone has usenames, nicknames if you will, that are what people call them in day-to-day life, that they have their Legal Name, of course, that authority figures expect them to answer to, and that they have their Real Name, the name that they recognize as theirs, that describes and fits them, that IS them. For most people this is their legal name or a particular nickname, and it doesn't generally change over the course of their life. For submissives, more specifically for slaves, their Name, like anything else, becomes an aspect of the D/s relationship and can potentially be changed by the one who Owns them. Just as you can name - and rename - a dog, or a cat, or a doll, you can name and rename a slave. Doing so is a bit more... intense, though, at least for me. It's changing something that is a very basic and deep aspect of who that slave is, it affects their outlook on life, how they view themselves, how the world views them, it's not like giving them a pet name or a nickname. The ones that I truly Own, I tend to eventually rename, finding one that suits them, that fits what I want them to be while they are in my service. Giving them this, Naming them, becomes a ritual that can be as intense and precious as a collaring or branding; a Name that has been carefully chosen by someone, knowing that you ARE now that person, that you WILL answer to that Name... it's lifeshaking. There's something else that this can lead to, though: taking away someone's Name. I train those who I keep as 24/7 slaves to view this the way I do: as a punishment, as something that shows that my opinion of them has become so low that I no longer feel they deserve ANY name, that they are of so little value right then that they are not capable of making use of a Name. It's not something I do lightly or often, and even the threat of it is enough to make a slave who values their Name cringe and shudder. I'm always curious, wondering if other people view Names as being important, if they use them in their play, how they regard the idea of a slave's name being something that can be both changed and stripped away. If you're interested in talking about this, by all means, drop me a line.

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