I hope my Kajira finds me…. My slave who will surrender her mind her soul her spirit and her body to me and ONLY ME. My lost little treasure, my pearl, my destiny… my fate… my property.. my object…. My heart….
A slave always finds her master… so I am not looking for anyone on here, but I hope “someone” is looking for me.
If you are merely curious about the S&M sub-culture.. please look up “the gorean lifestyle” for the basics and not waste my time.
WHO AM I?
I am your ruler, I am your king.. I am your conqueror… I am your Dom… but before it all I am your Master, but isn’t everyone a “master” nowa days? Self proclaimed titles used to take advantage of a poor lil kajira searching for something real.. the culture is deteriorating as we speak.. the logic is more commercialized now than ever… and we see more sexual thrill-seekers merely “acting” and role playing then understanding the symbolism behind the culture itself.
If you trace the history of this unique sub-culture, you'd know all men were born to dominate, protect & guide. All females were born as precious pearls, they were born to nurture, to be guided and to be disciplined accordingly. How-ever a Submissive female can live a very dominant vanilla lifestyle - at least until she finds a dominant who conquers her heart & mind without will.
Yes i am 24 years old, slim and extremely handsome ( i know i sound conceited but dont we all?), reside in Queens, NY. Tell me slave, age is what else but a number? since when is someone judged by the wrinkles on their skin and not their experience and attitude? I was born dominate weather i am 22, or 75 as long as i live i will be in power.
I have an attitude that speaks for itself, i feel as if i can control the world and at the end of the day, any battle i will walk away as a winner.
OK so what am i looking for? ANY FEMALE who feels the same way, feels as if they were born to serve, and understands the S&M lifestyle or would like to understand it. Age, height, race nothing matters only thing i ask is for you to accept who you are and i will guide you through the rest.
Terms are terms… When we refer to you as a “slave”, we are not degrading you but giving a symbolic value to such a degraded word.
I love training a lost little girl, someone so caught up with the norms we are set to follow that they forget what nature made them to be. Of course restraint, bondage & discipline, verbal abuse and sadistic sexual aggression is practiced, (some for my enjoyment.. some for pleasure.. some for training) but before anything you must tame ones mentality. Anyone can restrain a slave physically but if you cant reach the emotional boundaries of a slave and put fences around it, that slave will not be yours for long.
Acceptance
Accept who you are… Accept what nature made you to be. You can rebel and deter all the fake “losers” that want to get inside your pants and play mind games and use you then dispose you… but you cannot escape a man..who will unexpectedly conquer you... love you, guide you & control you.. .. Beyond your choice, but within your decision.
We fail to realize that even those who don't follow the S&M lifestyle, in every day life we are all either dominating or submitting. Think about it... when someone looks at you directly in the eye, if you look away.. you are indeed psychologically submitting to their presence and almost giving them control of your aura.
At what point does a female realized shes being "used" regardless? At what point do you come to see that sex sells for a reason. At what point do you realize that when a guy stairs you down in the street, you are nothing more then an object being used.. being used by his eyes... raped with his thoughts.. and discarded after departure. So are you not an object to the eyes of a male? Even after you are married you are an object, no? Even after you find your soul-mate you are used, but now you are used with value.. cherished and protected... but at the end of the day what else are you but an object? Symbolically speaking.. right?
IN ANY CASE
you, my dear slave is a precious beautiful object. An object that your master will value with his life and protect. An object your master will nurture and guide, play with and use. He will set the boundaries and punish you harshly if you disobey, in the same time reward you if you've been a good little girl. You are his property, you are his priceless possession. He will show you off, but get defensive if others take advantage.
Come kneel to me… Whomever you may be.. Come challenge me if you question my authority… come fight me if you question my strength... come conquer me if you question my dominance.
BALANCE
I am just as “submissive” as you are… I crave my perfect lil object.. just as you crave your perfect dominant king… and indeed surrender to YOU in the mist of all the domination.. as you conquer and control me through your submission… that is the ying to the yang…
"We cannot fight gravity… as gravity will always hold us down… but we can submit to gravity and still fly"
Forget the norms: getting married, getting divorced, jealousy, lying, cheating. Put it all behind you and be what nature made you to be. I'll set you free under my wing, and you will find divinity at my feet. As my property, as my priceless possession, as my lost little girl... as my slave.
I'm not your typical Alpha male. While it is easy to connect, labeling me may be more complex. I don't fit into a box. First and foremost I'm kinky, a fetishist, a Dominant and switch with the right partner: a classy kinkster often called handsome. I'm proud to define myself both a sensualist and a sadist. Creativity, passion and depth are among my touchstones; I seek like-minded pervy people. Also, I don't take myself too seriously.
Friends describe me as cultured, generous, and ethical with an open-mind and caring disposition, strict demeanor. I can be sensual and docile when necessary, or harsh and demanding, but always with a sharp wit and fun to be with. I'm a decades-experienced player, often on the edge, and always still learning and exploring. I'm a responsible, grounded fellow but love to have my limits pushed, my boundaries reset, together with you.
I'm invariably drawn to people with full, interesting lives, complicated personalities, and who have an amount of sensual charisma.
Although a socially dominant person, strong-willed and determined, I'm always a respectful and pleasant, sensitive and communicative nasty-ass perv. I'm constantly fascinated with the control/release/acceptance aspect of D/s. A good lady friend once referred to me as "dominant, smooth & brutal".
"If I were to be asked to describe a kajira in as few words as
possible, asked to sum up the whole concept of a Gorean slave in two
words, I would say: a treasure. To me, a slave is something to be
valued, to be fussed over and adored, as well as to be served by. A
kajira is property, is owned by her Master; once she wears his collar,
she is his heart body and soul, which is why it is important that both
Master and slave be sure of what they want before the collar clicks
closed. Many a Master I have known has collared a girl and later found
her to be not what he wanted, not what he thought, and disgusted and
angry, turned her loose, to fend for herself. Many a kajira heart has
been shattered that way, never to recover. Perhaps some Masters feel
this is just, that it matters not to them the concerns and feelings of
a simple slave. Those Masters do not view a kajira as a treasure, but
as merely another possession, to be used and then discarded at their
leisure. And, in my opinion, those are not TRUE MASTERS.
For a true Master is one who values and cherishes his kajira, who views
her as a priceless treasure and lets her know it from time to time.
This is the kind of Master that will touch the kajira's heart and soul,
and endure her to him always. A Master needs to be strict, but fair,
else the slave walk all over him, making HIM the slave and HER the
Master. But one does not abuse a slave heartlessly for the sheer joy of
it, or make a slave serve him out of fear and expect to keep the slave
long, for if all else fails she will flee or die trying.
It has been my experience that it is a poor Master that HAS to resort
to physically punishing his slave to get her obedience and servitude.
If one has truly touched a slave's heart and soul, truly endeared her
to him, she is filled with such love and devotion for her Master that
the idea of displeasing him is to her hell on earth. Such a Master need
not beat her to reduce her to tears, merely telling her that she has
displeased him, that he is disappointed in her, is enough to tear her
heart and reduce her to tears, begging to be forgiven and eager to
prove herself worthy of his collar. While some kajira DO find physical
punishments such as spanking both terrifying and arousing, and
sometimes playfully provoke a Master to gain a "punishment"---which is
more a pleasure---the distinction to be made is that is not necessary
to use it for a slave truly endeared to a Master.
So, one would ask, how do you make a slave love and respect and need
you so much? You cannot *MAKE* a slave love you. A slave has always a
choice, believe it or not, and in bondage most slaves are freer than
many a Master. A slave can DECIDE whether or not to serve, whether to
obey or o take the punishment, whether to stay or flee a Master's
attentions, whether to commit and love and cherish a Master or not. And
many slaves, having trustingly offered themselves heart and soul to an
unappreciative Master before, are wary and reluctant to give such
devotion and commitment to a Master too soon. That is why you must get
to know a slave before you grant one your collar, for there must be a
bond, an attraction, a love and devotion before the collar clamps shut
if you expect one afterwards. While Tarl Cabot was able to endear
kajirae to him somewhat easily, without much more than a kind word and
a trip to the alcoves, most of *US* living in the here and now are not
so lucky. Thus my advice is to view your kajira as a treasure, to be
valued, used as you wish, but always with a level of respect and love.
You will be more than satisfied with the results. "Vhel`nth"
Tell me my pet...can you still remember the leather tightly cinched about your wrists? The
feel of the silk wrapped about your face... caressing your skin... The breeze
gently blowing that evening, lifting tendrils of your hair and playing them
softly on your cheek... Bathed in the light of the stars, kissed by the moon you
waited for me there. Still as a statue, beautiful. Good girl.
I'm sure
you wondered just how long I watched you from the comfort of the shadows before
I approached. Could you even hear me over the thundering of your own heart? Fine
beads of sweat at your brow and lip betrayed your fear; nothing else. Your
posture upright, proud. A spirit worth the time and effort needed to tame it to
the fist. And to the heel. I remember the gasp as I took your hair in my hand
and drew you to me. Your head tilted, lips parted, fear mixed with desire as you
felt the first gentle intrusions.
I could feel your hunger, I could
taste your desire.
The sounds that welled from deep in your
throat were all the indication I needed to know you had won the battle inside
you and put aside the fear. Now we may begin.....
