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profile changed. see babygirlkitsune
Still revamping profile but have finally realized what I truly need is a true daddy Dom who won't abandon me for another.

Sat down to have a talk with the Alpha and discussed things, realized things went a bit too quickly and honestly on His part there was just nothing there, so while i am back on the market so to speak, He apparently still intends to monitor and mentor to help me find someone that does work. I'm freely available to talk and whatnot so feel free to message, but dont expect me to hop the next transport to you just yet -laughs- 

As to the mess on my profile at the mo.... We are Renovating, please excuse the mess :P Under Construction and all that Jazz .... yuk yuk :P:P

please even if someone local can just drop me off at like 1 am id be appreciative

i seriously need some help if anyone in san antionio tx area can help,... need a ride to greyhound so i can catch my bus at 7am please someone , i wouldnt normally ask but my ride bailed

out of smokes gonna go nuts idk what to do

about ready to give up on eating for a while

bored and lonely here in san antonio no one to hang with

in the mood to serve, and actually able to do so tonight any Masters feel like talking

i sit and stare emptily into space, alone and bored with no end in sight, hoping in my heart the One that speaks to my very soul is out there somewhere.

half tempted to offer myself in exchange for a ride to a food pantry. degrading? yes.

new naughty pic in girls profile for the pleasure of the Masters

does anyone know where theres a food bank in san antonio? Stuck in a motel room atm and trying to find a way to get some food.

Acheing for that one Master that speaks to my heart, my mind, my spirit and soul. Is He out there?

Aching for a strong pair of arms to sleep in tonight

Well crisis averted for another week thanks to the kindness of a local member of the scene. Now to figure out what to do from there. At least it gives this kajira more time to think and prioritize what she wants in an Owner without running to someone willy nilly. She wants a strong Master who can keep her in check, but not cruel or too harsh, she wants a gentle hand that is strong when needed but also a guiding hand. A shoulder to cry on is a nice add on too, and someone willing to hold her through the tough times and make everything seem like it will be ok.  Maybe this girl seeks too much, but one can always hold out hope.

less than 20 hours before im on the street, i cant seem to find anyone local to help those that promise disappear

well the clock has run down to the final 24 hours .... i guess i really am out of luck

if there is anyone LOCAL please contact me the situation is really going downhill . if anyone is near san antonio please please talk to me i dont know what else to do ive tried every other outlet

countdown is really getting close, everyone that promises to help suddenly disappears  im out of time and have no out still. getting sick with worry im out of time.

you really think its cool to judge someone without knowing the whole story of how they got into a mess? Do not judge me, it is not my fault that ive been lied to and mislead so stop acting like i asked for it!

Is this the way my life must be?
As all turn and walk away from me?
can i ever find that for which i yearn?
or am i doomed to watch my life crash and burn,
around me like so many twigs of a tree
people look but do not see.
an empty heart an empty life,
filled with naught but pain and strife.

am i the only one that finds Godsmack's Voodoo a perfect song to dance to? the rythm is sultry and can make for some interesting kajira dances, thoughts?

While the heart calls,


a single tear falls,


I feel the ache,


as i feel my heart break.


sitting in this mental tomb


no one looks up as i scream  in the crowded room.


alones, unwanted, scared.


can i ever find one that truly cared?

really starting to lose hope and give up, doesnt look like anyone cares about people anymore

this keeps getting worse, now hes decided if i dont have a place by tomorrow hes having me police escorted out. ugh this sucks ill never find a place that fast.

Still hoping and praying to find the right One, someone to make this girls life complete. to make her heart and spirit soar. 

ok so this ass of a so called Dom wastes half my night saying hes cool with my reservations on some of the stuff he likes and agreed to a compromise, 4 hours later the dickwad flipflops and takes the compromise away breaking his promise and showing his true colors. If youre gonna lie to me and break your promises fuck you i dont have time for your fucking shit. Be real or get lost i dont have time for thes mindgames if you promise something dont think you can just manipulate me and take it back without me saying hell no and walking away, yes im in a bad place right now but im not so desperate that i will accept a mentally abusive Dom just to keep myself in a house!!!!!

everyone wants to get my hopes up jusst to stop talkin or play pretend. be real or go away

would anyone really care if i put a bullet in my head or a blade in my arm just so i dont have to hurt and suffer anymore? would it even matter? would anyone even give a damn?

it just keeps getting worse to the point i dont know where to turn or who to trust

desperate for any help i dont know this city and im stuck in a bad spot i need help bad

Sick as a dog from stress and nerves wondering what im gonna do how im gonna get out of this mess.

seriously feel like curling into a hole and dying right now

how do i keep getting in these messes? im stuck in san antonio with noplace to go and no hope of finding anywhere.

It is quite difficult for a kajira to find a true Master who knows what to do with her. So many claim to know yet so few even know what a kajira even is - sigh-
In an all out panic from my dilemma I am so worried to end up on the street
Ok so my laptop breaks just when I'm ready to buy my bus ticket so I'm fucked trying to buy my bus ticket with only two days til eviction and they won't take my damn card over the phone ugh
Had a magnificent time at Mayhem in Midland a local wrestling event where I met Charlie Haas, Bushwhacker Luke, Doink the clown, and Bret Hart. Was stunned when Like grabbed my backside and then licked my face, what a weirdo! Hehe liked being groped by someone famous tho.
My life keeps getting worse what else could go wrong
If there's anyone alive out there this kajira is starving for a Free to talk to
This slave needs a Master who will walk up and simPly take this kajira as His, controlling her completely and utterly to the point she can serve him purely of the love for her true Master and worship Him as the strong powerful Master He is.
In a point where any romantic movie sends me into a downward spiral of loneliness and depression
I just don't know what to do I feel like my heart has been torn from my chest and stomped on. Worthless and undesirable I just haven't even got a shoulder to cry on.
Just want to curl up cry myself out then send a dang bullet thru my brain to end the constant pain
Anyone willing to transport a slave girl to her new home in exchange for service for the duration of the trip? Lol kidding I know that ain't happening but hey a girl can dream
Why is the life of a sub or slave laced with instances of being abandoned and or stranded? I really hate this
Ok I guess I have to translate into moron-ease here... I WILL NOT RELOCATE OUT OF AMERICA DO NOT CONTACT ME FOR SUCH BECAUSE IT ISN'T HAPPENING NOW LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. Sorry but some people think no means just push harder.
Well now I'm in it deep trying to find a way to San Antonio from Midland Texas
I wish I knew why no one ever hangs around long. Why I can't keep a Master.
How does a girl handle being alone and unwanted? Having no one to serve?
Damn nightmares same thing every night I relive the night ex hubby beat me with a damn bat and shoved me put a window. When will I find someone to hold me tight and make the dreams end?
To a slave a life being unowned and unwanted is unbearable and empty
Staring into the darkness, feeling the emptiness, the hopeless void of the world that a lonely kajira lives. When will it end? When will my heart's yearning be fulfilled?
Lonely and bored wondering why no one ever wants anything to do with me.
Is it so wrong for a kajira to desire A Master who speaks to her heart and understands her mind. Who accepts her shortcomings and patiently guides rather than judges?
Opinions welcome but the way I was taught, Gorean ways are altered to comply with the laws of earth to avoid someone getting hurt, killed , arrested , etc. am I wrong? It is not acceptable to actually kill ones kajirae or to refuse release when begged for a valid reason. Yes the protocols and basic social interactions of Gor are still maintained but that doesnt mean common sense is null and void. If any Free or slave wish to comment or give an opinion please do mail me. With deepest respect and humblest apologies if I've offended anyone, La kajira Ravynn
Ok for the record yes I am Gorean but a true Gorean knows that Gorean ways Must be altered in accordance with the laws of earth as the societal expectations of Gor are not accepted here on earth as such. Does this mean we are less Gorean? No! It sply means we want to keep our butrs from winding up on the six o'clock news! Thanks for flying bitchyslut airlines
Bored alone and unwanted
Wow I just caught an orb in my apartment omg
Wishing for someone worth talking to

She sat staring at the monitor, the cool breeze from the window and fan buffeting her nude frame, long cocoa mane rippling in the wind, her bluegreen eyes stared emptily before her as she heaved a heavy sigh, wondering if ever her happily ever after would come. 

She sat dreaming of the day when He would call to her. When He would make her heart sing with joy, and love, and passion for only Him.


A few clicks of the mouse as she chewed one full pouting lip, heart sinking as once more the page read "no new messages" 


Would she ever find someone who could look past her exterior into her mind and heart?


She hung her head and wept as she closed the window, snapping the laptop closed and curling into a fetal ball, feeling the lonliness and yearning wash over her as she resigned herself to yet another day alone.



listen up assholes, this is for the dumbasses from out of the country that insist on hititng on me... LEARN TO READ A GODDAMN PROFILE ASSHOLE!

I will NOT relocate out of the country so dont bother sheesh!


This has been a public service announcement from the Bitchy slut coalition against dumbasses who cant read.


Thank you for flying Bitch Airlines

Have a nice day and dont let the door hit you where the good lord split you!

The days seem to blur at a fast never ending rate.

My head spins and thoughts rush to mind, by every little thing that reminds me of you passes by. 

I feel stuck...
Lost in a world I do not know no more.

Where to go?
Where to turn?
Who to seek?

Should I go to you?
Is that where my answer is?

Or is it the other way..

Apart of me screams out in agony for you.

Another stays locked in fear, with a wall to shield it..

The pain that continues to grow in me everyday is causing a damage that cannot be replaced..

A night ago..
I tried something, that I know you would of not approved of..

The feeling of it..
The high..
Was like being with you again.
I felt on top of the world, laughing, giggling. jumping for joy for no apparent reason.

But the after effect....
Left me on the ground, crumbled, lost hurting in agony.

Tears came to my eyes as I laid on the cold harsh floor.

Nothing was there.

No warmth, no secure.. 
No life..

When I see you pain strikes like a bullet hitting the heart..

Easy is not the word for this.

Agony is more like it.

When I see the wild young boys chase after you.

It wounds me, for I know slowly you give in..

Wishing for that love again..

But I am so far out..

Lost from where you pushed me.

Searching once again, what was found, is now lost.

Struggling everyday to smile is getting harder to do..

I am losing myself.
losing the light again.

The darkness has clung to me.

The demon that was tamed is creeping under my skin, through my veins.

Feeding anger, power, hatred.

Enraging violence in me.
That I wish was not there.

Where are you?

Where am I?

The love we had?

Why do I feel so torn from it?

Why lost now?

No love found.. No healing..

The feeling of that happiness clings to me..

Should I go for the drug to ease the pain again?
Oh the feeling was promising..

Or do I let the pain grow..

I do not know?

But one question remains..

Why god, why god?

Why have you forsaken me again.

A friend of mine said this a long time ago and I felt it to be one of the truest things I ever read. So I am sharing it with you.


"A kajira's body is nothing more than the support system for her heart, abuse the body then the heart fades and takes the body with it.  Nurture the mind, learn to control it, to own it, and the heart follows, bringing with it the body. 
Once a true Master has held a sweet kajira’s heart in His arms, no free woman can compare. The kajira, if her heart is true, will open up like a spring blossom, a free woman cannot release herself as a kajira can, for if she does she becomes what she fears most….a slave. 
A kajira’s pride is her beauty.  Her beauty is her pride.  It is the only thing she owns, and even that belongs to her Master. If a kajira cannot find the pride in her beauty, she cannot please her Master.  If she cannot please her Master, how can she remain in his collar? 
The love of a kajira is the sweetest of loves a woman can give to a Man. It is a complete love, from the slave heart and from the slave belly. It can smolder all day, and when the Master comes home, it can burst into a flame so bright it will sear the eyes. 

In this world a girl must be many things, a lover, a friend, a listener, sometimes a mother and caretaker, if she has a job she must also be a breadwinner.

But when the day is over and the nuances of outside world are through she slips out of the skins and costumes she wears to the outside public to be simply the joyus slave within, His slut, His precious toy. To be who she truly is within. No masks, no disguises, no facades, just merely her wonderful self using all her wits and wiles to please the One who holds her leash.

What is a kajira Really?



What is a kajira? If one wants the technical definition of kajira one would possibly conclude that a kajira is a female slave on the fictional world called Gor which is the setting of a science fiction book series written in the 70s by a man named John Norman.

But to those of us who truly understand it, it is so much more than a literal mumbo jumbo technical rambling.

A kajira is a complex creature, as a whole, worthless as a stray dog, but yet to the right Free Man, she is in her way, a precious jewel, much like a favored pet, so long as she minds the rules and obeys without question.

The Duties of the kajira are simple, even if sometimes they are not so simple to fulfill. Ravynn for instance, fullfills the latter of the following, but falls way way short of the former. a kajira's duties are nothing more or less than:
1. Exquisite Beauty (for Ravynn a definate epic fail unfortunately)
2. Absolute Obediance

I think the following quote sums up a good portion of who and what a kajira is in the eyes of the true Gorean MAster.

The female slave, in her excitement and beauty, is an embodiment of sensuality, love, and service. (Vagabonds of Gor, page 260).

Thus the kajira is an inherently lusty, sensual, service oriented being who derives her own personal joy through nothing more or less than the sheer unbridled delight and joy of serving the Free. 

The privelage of being permitted to serve, being her only true reward, though she wouldn't turn down a kiss or two or a good piece of chocolate either (wink wink hint hint all you smexy Masters out there)

In conclusion the Gorean Kajira is a complex beast, yet simple to understand all at the same time. As long as she does as shes told and is pleasing, her lot will be pleasant and enjoyable for the mostpart. Remember, we kajirae serve as if our lives depend upon it for one very practical reason! BECAUSE IT DOES!

These have been this slave's thoughts and words on what it is to be kajira, submitted for the approval of the Free.

She begs that the Free find her words pleasing and wishes both Free and slave alike well.

Humbly Yours

~La Kajira~

Ever felt like you tried so hard for someone, did so much, only to be thrown away like yesterdays news? -sighs-

Added new pix and now some new thoughts and Holiday wishes for everyone. May the love and joy of the season find you and yours

Why do i even bother sometimes? Im running out of hope

i found this poem and it truly speaks what my heart yearns to hear


"Kneel for me, my slave. Surrender to me your heart, your mind, your body -- as my toy, my pleasure my purpose. 
Bow your head, my slave. Give me your dignity. Crawl for me. Loathe me and love me for making you what you were meant to be. 
Bare your ass for me, my slave. Trust in me completely. Through your pain,I will help you find your true purpose,the reason you exist. 
Show me your tears, my slave. Open your heart. Let me love you,hold you,keep you safe, -- bind your hands and free your soul, give you strength and help you find in yourself, the beauty I see when I look at you." 

Sometimes  I just want to close my eyes, spread my arms out, and fall back off a cliff, and see who in my life cares enough to reach out and grab my hand.

I hate being invisable. feels like no one cares half the time. tired of looking for what i wont find

All alone,

no one cares,

No one looks,

no one dares.

All alone in this world i sit,

wondering whether or not i ever will fit,

anywhere in this twisted plane of life.

or will it always be this constant pain and strife?

Misery is my companion , my friend,

still i wonder, will it ever end?

Will i find a place in someones heart?

Will the life i yearn for ever truly start?

in so much of a pickle im so confused. i hate when i wind up stuck. i dont know where to turn for help..

Ok for the record, i could really give a damn about how i look to others. if you cant look beyond the flesh and into the heart and soul i dont want anything to do with you. I am far more than a pair of tits and a pussy. Yes I am a slave, but I am still a person with feelings and thoughts. Becoming a slave does not mean one turns ones brain off and is a total puppet and dummy. I am who I am. If you don't like it, don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya.

so sick of being strung along. arent there any real men out there?

Where is my Angel of Music? I admit it i am hopelessly in love with Erik the Phantom of the Opera. Pathetic? perhaps, but how can a girl resist someoen so strong, so dark, so mysterious, so Dominant. He makes my entire body quiver eagerly wishing he was real, to feel his touch....

So cold and restless. Our heat went out day before yesterday and we wont have any heat til monday. -whimpers- Hoping i can survive this bitter freezing cold. Only 2 more days to go but Im already getting sick :(

ok guys listen for the record im not here to be any asshole Dom's milk cow, or to be treated like a worthless sack of shit so if any of you have those ideas in your fucking head you can sit on it and spin and get the fuck off my list. end of discussion.

Why am i always so afraid when a Master approaches me? i tremble even though its only an email and get so nervous i cant think of anything intelligent to say to Them.  Am i a bad slave ? am i crazy? what is wrong with me?

I am a lover, I am a cuddler, I am probably one of the most annoyingly affectionate sluts out there. I can't go a day without cuddling up into the arms of my Owner when I am owned. Maybe I'm clingy, but hey at least I'm attentive and willing. Honestly I'm the sort of girl that as long as I know my Owner loves and needs me, I'll be happy to do about anything for Him.  But men sometimes intimidate me to the point where i cant even speak. my last MASter the first time i met him face to face all i could do was stare at my feet and when He spoke to me i would open my mouth but only thing that would come out was a high pitched squeak for the longest time. I would be standing there trying to say something in return but i couldnt make my voice work. I have no idea why this is and wish i knew why this was.

About dang time, ive had a broken video greeting for over a year -lol- and someone FINALLY told me how to take it down lol about dang time!

interesting, i was told today that my face is unattractive because i supposedly have a masculine jaw and face, opinions?

Today i was just asked "what is a kajira"

My response was to give a technical interpretation of my own, it is most likely full of errors but she thought she would share it with everyone anyway. Bear in mind girl is on painkillers so her brain kind of jumbled the information a bit and she was explaining Gor to a vanilla so... here goes.



a kajira is a Gorean slavegirl. Gor is a more extreme form of BDSM lifestyle based around a series of books written in the 70s by a gentleman by the name John Norman which are about a counter-earth planet known as Gor. if Master wishes to know more she highly reccommends that He search google for Luther's Educational Gorean Scrolls. They are the most complete training and Educational tools girl has found.

ok wierd... have you ever had a moment when things were going fine then suddenly your computer just decides to say FU! ?

Your smile is like the sunshine warming my day.
Your the first and last thing that makes me feel this way.
Your hugs started as a pat on my back, but now I can feel that they’re more then that.
Time will keep ticking, and we will grow old, but your hand in mine will never get cold.

I am so sick of Masters barely looking at me and treating me as if i fell out of the ugly tree hitting every branch on my way to the ground

OK for the record i just realized that if i can sit here and take the agony of severe unending toothpain i can handle any kind of pain. MY threshhold is apparently higher than i thought it was. Have you ever been in so much pain you felt like throwing up?

Just woke up from the strangest dream, i was on a ship, a pirates captive, i can't remember the details too well but i remember the way i felt, oh so perfect, so hot, so ALIVE! I didnt want the dream to end.....

Who am I really? I am a very loving gentle caring person with a huge heart and strong babygirl tendancies though I've had extensive kajira training and also kittygirl training. I have secret desires though i admit i've been too afraid to act on them. For years i was too afraid to let someone use anything but the lightest of floggers on me, now i find myself growing juicy at the thought of being manhandled and used roughly, though I know deep down it would take a special Man to assuage my fears and let the true slut within me come out and shine like the jewel i know is hidden within. A man with patience and an understanding heart, who truly wants to help me grow and be the girl i can be. I know it is in me to be a good slave. I just need help in becoming the best i can be. I don't know where to turn or how to start on my own. I hate feeling lost. If He is out there, I hope He reads this and realizes that this is the girl He has been seeking, a girl He knows will blossom under His tender cultivation.

Never again will I allow some Dominant man to convince me that what i desire has no value. I've failed in so many relationships because of the simple fact that though i am NOT into the poly thing, i have allowed Doms to tell me that i should have no opinion of this and accept it whether i like it or not. Them they try to make me feel bad about saying no or walking away. From now on its plain and simple, yes im a slave but no, poly holds no appeal to me unless its a VERY special pair or very small group. I don't like feeling lost amidst a large crowd or feeling left out. Feeling like i am not enough. Comments are welcome but please .. keep it positive.

Feeling very alone and depressed. Craving a good flogging and a strong pair of arms to curl into. I just need someone to hold me while i cry.

Well I'm back in Illinois due to some bad choices I made with the last relationship I went into. True things are a bit rocky at the moment but I'm stronger for it. To those who would greif me or bug me etc. please just leave me alone. Let me get on with my life and you get on with yours. Basicly i'll ignore that you exist and you ignore me. Flat out.

I can and will stand firm right here where I've been for nearly 8 years and nothign or nobody is going to run me off. End of story.

Anyone that wishes to talk to me and discuss this is free to add me on Y@-h00

under the name jubilee_sparks

Yes I made some poor choices and i openly admit it. I screwed up.  And I will deal with it myself.
All POSITIVE comments welcome xoxoxoxoxoxo

Oy everyone that promises to help me suddenly disappears. I dont have time for games people i seriously don't. I wasn't joking when I said I was in dire need. If you're just going to play around with me just to get your jollies go to hell. I need someone serious.

OK Daily Rant:

This Dom contacts me and then later states that just because i decide that his rules aren't somethign i consider compatible with my person, and say that it is a reason i am not interested, he states that i am a moron unworthy of his time. Really? I'm a moron for having my own set of beliefs? Well nuts to you buddy. You contacted me remember? Listen yall, if you can't respect my beliefs and not try to force yours onto me, go to hell. i wont change them for anyone.

Thank you for flying bitchyslut airlines!

Have a nice day!
I'm Flying High Defying Gravity....oh to have that kind of confidence in ones life!
Crying my eyes out. I trusted someone and it fell through im lost and upset and confused and scared and dont know what to do
So things were going great and then my Master lost most of his income due to his ssi gettign cut. Now He and I had "The Talk" ... He can't afford me to stay here anymore so he's releasing me. But i can stay fora few weeks while i hunt for a safe place to go.

Lonely and depressed. if anyone wants to talk add me on y @ h 00 . jubilee_sparks

has anyone ever heard of...  


a rescue program for abused sub/slaves? like those they have for cats, dogs, and other animals? sort of like an underground railroad of sorts that helps girls get out of bad situations?

ok so... i have this friend and she needs help shes being beat up all the time and wants OUT of the situation but she doesn't drive and the only person willing to take her in lives 1900 miles away!no idea what to do. so upset
dag blasted mosquitos driving me nuts, my ankles are itching sooo bad, if anyone has a good mosquito bite itch remedy PPLEASE let me know im freaking going nuts here from the itching!!!!!!!!!!!
A heart is meant to share. Not to be hidden away or trampled upon. The love of a slavegirl is the most pure love that can be had, it wants nothing, It is given openly and freely with no demands, but only the love that stems from knowing her Master is always there for her and always will take care of her. She understands that everything she does for Him is done out of nothing more than love and devotion to the One who owns her. Not out of greed, or for whatever she can get out of it. But out of how much she loves and yearns to please Him. A smile being the greatest reward she could ever receive. His love, the most precious jewel he could ever offer her. She cherishes every touch, every smile, every kiss and each hug, ferreting them away like diamonds into the treasure trove of her heart.
To those who believe, nothing is impossible. So dream your dreams and make your wishes. Never say anything is impossible. Everythign is possible if one has faith, and hope.  Look deep within your heart and you'll find what you are yearning for!
Ok time for a rant. What is up with all these Doms sending with their first contact, a picture of their dick? Do you really think a true sub/slave is all that interested in the size of your penis on first contact? It really ticks me off! If all i was interested in was your pecker I'd be on a site for porno not a BDSM personal ad site. Take your dick shots and shove them up your ass I'm not interested!

Thank you for flying bitchyslut airlines, please don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.
As I sit here I ponder, Why is it that I can't keep a Master around? What is it that I might be doing to scare them away? I wish I had the answer to these questions, but I don't.
Was just blessed to see the most beautiful sight of my life. As I stepped out into my back yard there stood a magnificent 10 point buck with a doe and a fawn, glistening majesticly in the moon's silver glow. It was breathtakingly beautiful and so special it brought tears to my eyes, this wonderfully magical sight as they merely looked at me and went about their business not 10 feet from me, they did not startle as i stood there watching them as i smoked my cigarette. I feel truly blessed to have had this wonderful experience

someone hide me! The evil Bunnehs from Mars are coming for me!
I'm trapped on top of a chair and im running out of carrots!
Why do the times given on the popcorn bag always lead to burnt popcorn?
What has come over me, normally I avoid being knocked around and such, but just now i thought of being utterly manhandled and got such a rush of fire going in my belly... and began to quiver. i felt so small and hungry for exactly what ive avoided for so long.  Something is seriously wrong with me.
Riddle of the day, those that get it correct get an extra brownie point for having a brain in their head!

Farther you stay, I'm larger and gray, the closer you move back I'm shorter and pitch black, what am I?
it is interesting to me the array of seemingly macho poses used in the pix of most Doms on here. Do they really think it impresses most of us? Do you really NEED to look all macho scary and tough? wouldnt it be more prudent to let girls know that yes you ahve a sense of humor and yes you DO smile now and then so as not to scare them away?
Just a little explaination, if I have viewed your full profile i am interested, but often I am too shy to make first contact.  
My heart is low, but my mind is semi serene. Knowing who and what i am, i know in my heart of hearts i will never be whole, or be able to function on my own. Without the strong hand of a loving Master to mold and guide me, to point me down the right path that i am so lost in finding right now.  in my heart of hearts i am a slave. Although my mind and emotions have taken quite a brutal beating over the years i still diligently keep on looking, knowing someday soon He will call for me and i will come running eagerly into the warm cocoon of His protective embrace.
Why can't i manage to keep control of my own life? every time I try to be independant i wind up in some kind of trouble. i can't handle this on my own. I'm so lost I don't know what to do.
Im about to have a freak out i cannot handle these things alone everything is all wrong someone just shoot me please
Ever since the guy i was seeing broke it off last night i havent been able to eat or sleep. it was just so out of the blue im still in shock. what did i do wrong?
I don't know why I ever bother trusting anyone. Seriously. Everyone always leaves me no matter how hard i try
Fear is the slave's worst enemy. I try to get into relationships with Masters, only to get myself so scared i act up and push Them away. An it isn't because I don't want them or don't want to be a slave, but the fact that i get myself so totally freaked out due to past bad experiences that out of my own personal defense system, I push them away to keep myself safe. Is there a cure for this acute paranoia? Is there a way that I can finally throw away these fears  and finally be happy? I just don't know how to erase all my fears.
why is it that you see someone for a few weeks and then suddenly "oh well i just got back with my ex, sorry" the night before youre supposed to get together again? ugh
yayyyy ive just got myself a Wii!!!! need someone to play it with though
Why is it that when you tell a Dom that you arent interested that they decide they have to threaten and blackmail and do anything in their power to FORCE you to stay?
What exactly is a slave? What does this term actually mean? Every person can come up with their own interpretation but all in all it is simply a person that hands over total control of ones life in all ways to another person. whether it be out of love, trust, or simply the need to let someone else be in control. For me it is a blend of all three. I TRUST the Master enough to know that He will never cause any real harm. i Love the Master unconditionally through thick and thin even when He does something i don't like, i know it is only because He loves me and wants what is best for me, even if i don't know it yet. I need someone else in control of my life, someone to lean on and hand over the steering wheel. Knowing I cannot handle some aspects and He in His wisdom and caring, can always be counted on to make the right decision for me.
LOOK how the pale queen of the silent night
Doth cause the ocean to attend upon her,
And he, as long as she is in his sight,
With her full tide is ready her to honor.
But when the silver waggon of the moon
Is mounted up so high he cannot follow,
The sea calls home his crystal waves to moan,
And with low ebb doth manifest his sorrow.
So you that are the sovereign of my heart
Have all my joys attending on your will;
My joys low-ebbing when you do depart,
When you return their tide my heart doth fill.
So as you come and as you do depart,
Joys ebb and flow within my tender heart.

 The cookie monster smelled crumbs on my laptop and has chased me into my closet..Please somebody help me! My laptop is going dead and it's getting dark!

Wishing i had someone to spend the rest of my birthday with. This is the first birthday ive wanted to just go to bed and not wake up til it was over
Once a year we celebrate
With stupid hats and plastic plates
The fact that you were able to make
Another trip around the sun

And the whole clan gathers round
And gifts and laughter do abound
And we let out a joyful sound
And sing that stupid song

Happy birthday!
Now you’re one year older!
Happy birthday!
Your life still isn’t over!
Happy birthday!
You did not accomplish much
But you didn’t die this year
I guess that’s good enough

So let’s drink to your fading health
And hope you don’t remind yourself
The chance of finding fame and wealth
Decrease with every year

Does it feel like you’re doing laps
And eating food and taking naps
And hoping that someday perhaps
Your life will hold some cheer

Happy birthday!
What have you done that matters?
Happy birthday!
You’re starting to get fatter
Happy birthday!
It’s downhill from now on
Try not to remind yourself
Your best years are all gone

If cryogenics were all free
Then you could live like walt disney
And live for all eternity
Inside a block of ice

But instead your time is set
This is the only life you get
And though it hasn’t ended yet
Sometimes you wish it might

Happy birthday!
You wish you had more money
Happy birthday!
Your life’s so sad it’s funny
Happy birthday!
How much more can you take?
But your friends are hungry
So just cut the stupid cake

Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday, dear...
(random calling out of names, including ralph, bill, ralph kramden,
Skippy, the bush kangaroo, and the b-b-b-b-b-bu-bu-bu- that leads into
Once a year we celebrate
With stupid hats and plastic plates
The fact that you were able to make
Another trip around the sun

And the whole clan gathers round
And gifts and laughter do abound
And we let out a joyful sound
And sing that stupid song

Happy birthday!
Now you’re one year older!
Happy birthday!
Your life still isn’t over!
Happy birthday!
You did not accomplish much
But you didn’t die this year
I guess that’s good enough

So let’s drink to your fading health
And hope you don’t remind yourself
The chance of finding fame and wealth
Decrease with every year

Does it feel like you’re doing laps
And eating food and taking naps
And hoping that someday perhaps
Your life will hold some cheer

Happy birthday!
What have you done that matters?
Happy birthday!
You’re starting to get fatter
Happy birthday!
It’s downhill from now on
Try not to remind yourself
Your best years are all gone

If cryogenics were all free
Then you could live like walt disney
And live for all eternity
Inside a block of ice

But instead your time is set
This is the only life you get
And though it hasn’t ended yet
Sometimes you wish it might

Happy birthday!
You wish you had more money
Happy birthday!
Your life’s so sad it’s funny
Happy birthday!
How much more can you take?
But your friends are hungry
So just cut the stupid cake

Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday, dear...
(random calling out of names, including ralph, bill, ralph kramden,
Skippy, the bush kangaroo, and the b-b-b-b-b-bu-bu-bu- that leads into
I flipping hate having birthdays. the worst part is spending them alone. it means another year of my life down the tubes with nothign to show for it.
Thy misery grows deep
How can this be and nothing great
The hatred of thy soul is wider than believed
No coming out nor coming close
Hurt thy and thou shall die
Die within thy heart and mind
Hate thy and thou shall be hated
Kill thy confidence and thy'll kill thou heart
Destruction is bliss
Thy destruction is greater than thou hate
Spite thy and thou shall depart from life
Does this site shut down at 10 o clock? where is everyone?
Yelling loudly,
But there is no sound.

There is no one here,
Nobody to be with me.

On this lonely night,
I walk the streets.

I look at the ground,
And watch every step I take.

I stop under a streetlight,
And I start to say.

Forever I am alone,
In the dark, in the night.

If I knew life was going to be like this,
So dead, so lonely.

I would have ended it,
Left this world, been gone forever.

Who would be there to notice?
Nobody, not one soul.

Because there is no one here,
Which leaves me so alone.
In this uncertain world we live in,
life is too short for hate, or grudges to last,

 it can make your head spin,
 as it whizzes by so fast.
You watch as time slips away,
 sitting and wondering how you lost each day.
And then you realize the most important part,
is the one who loves you with all of Their heart.

Why must one live,
A life of sorrow.
When one feels,
There is no tomorrow…

Cannot there be,
A better way.
To pass the time,
Of each day…

Just to smile,
Seems to be,
The hardest thing,
For me…

My life,
Has come to mean,
So little to me…

Wish that I could be happy.
Wish that I could see.
What in my life is worth living,
That, I cannot see…

my heart is pure, i know who i am. I am a slave and i am comfortable with it. i love who and what i am. someday I know I will make some Master happy and proud to have His collar on me.
bored to tears, no one to turn to with my problems. who does one turn to when one is alone?
-cowers and trembles violently afraid of the storm, wishing for a Master to make it all better-
sliding into my favorite sleek leather boots, the ones that make my legs look so slim and long, getting ready to go out.
the simpelest things in life can offer the best pleasure. just sitting and watching a funny movie, sitting on a hillside with the wind rippling your hair and the sun bathing you in its golden glow. these are the things to cherish in life. do not let todays fast pace make you forget about the simple pleasures this wonderful world has to offer.

Q. What is the one thing that all men at singles bars have in common?
A. They're married.

Q. What do you call a woman who knows where her husband is every night?
A. A widow.

Q. Why is it difficult to find men who are sensitive, caring and good-looking?
A. They already have boyfriends.

Q. How many honest, intelligent, caring men in the world does it take to do the dishes?
A. Both of them.

Q. Why did the man cross the road?
A. He heard the chicken was a slut.

Q. Why don't women blink during foreplay?
A. They don't have time.

Q. Why does it take 1 million sperm to fertilize one egg?
A. They don't stop and ask for directions.

Q. What do men and sperm have in common?
A. They both have a one-in-a-million chance of becoming a human being.

Q. How does a man show that he is planning for the future?
A. He buys two cases of beer.

Q. What is the difference between men and government bonds?
A. The bonds mature.

Q. Why are blonde jokes so short?
A. So men can remember them.

Q. How many men does it take to change a roll of toilet paper?
A. We don't know; it has never happened.

Q. What do they call a woman who works as hard as a man?
A. Lazy

Man says to God: "God, why did you make woman so beautiful?"
God says: "So you would love her."
"But God," the man says, "why did you make her so dumb?"
God says: "So she would love you."

shhhh dont tell, im sneaking candy
i am done looking for what doesnt exist. there is no such thing as love. stop fooling yourself.
lonliness eats me from inside. i dont know where to turn or what to do.
What does it mean to me to be truly owned?

A question often asked and so rarely able to be answered. Words do not do it justice but I will try.

To me to be owned has nothing to do with what is upon my flesh, clothing, or collar, brand or piercing or anything of the like, but the deep emotional penetrating bond one feels inside ones heart for ones Master, that provides the unending urge and yearning to please Him through one's actions. Serving selflessly to merely see Him smile. The most precious reward being His smile, His happiness, knowing He is proud of what is His. The true collar is not around one's neck but around ones very heart and soul. The physical collar is merely a cheap representation of the radiant, indescribably beautiful true collar on the inside.

A tear tumbles,

as my world crumbles,

and you turn away,

Though i beg and plead,

you will not heed,

my cries for you to stay.

For as long as i remember,

back to that distant december,

i have loved you with my heart,

but now oh so suddenly tonight,

i can't make it seem right,

as we are ripped far apart.

I will not cry,

I will not die,

for you must go your own way,

and i must go mine.

I am grateful for what times we've had.

Both the good and the bad.

And as a tear rolls from my eye,

i smile a sad smile,

and wish you goodbye.
A moment of silence, filling your mind, the roaring quiet seems so loud. the lonliness eats away, devouring your soul, making you realize just how alone you really are. Can anyone or anything cute this burning ache?
Just learned the most valuable lesson of my life. not to trust ANYONE. Everyone is out to hurt you in the longrun.
ok cherry coke zero, cheeseburger and fried mushrooms dont mix well

by the way, guys i CAN tell if you're sending me a C&P message. i delete these on  sight without a reply. if you cant say something original....dont bother capeice??
Daily Rant: Ok there's something that's been on my mind for a while. What is it with the Doms on this site and their self centered egomaniacal need for self gratification by posting pictures of their genetalia. I am sorry but personally if you're whipping it out in your main profile pic I'm certainly not going to feed your ego nor help add hot air to your already overinflated head! 
A warm loving slave is generally a thing to be treasured, or so i have been told. My question is if girls like me are such priceless treasures, why cant we find Masters that treat us that way? Im not your punching bag or doormat. kindly remember that. I'm a loving caring young woman and crave the love of a MAster
No matter what i do, i always get abandoned. so sick of it. 
This burning ache inside me grows stronger every day. The more I fight it, the hotter the flames burn my very soul. I yearn to lay in the arms of a strong Master, gaze into His eyes and know I am His, totally owned. To give Him all and hold nothing back. Nothing will soothe the raging fire within me but toknow I am finally owned. A Master I can love, adore and worship with all of my heart and soul.
You know, in talking to the people on this site lately, I had a realization. All the abuse, neglect and other bad parts of my time in the lifestyle, while horrible to experience, have truly helped me to become who I am today. Without these bumps along my road to self-discovery I would never have come as far as I have nor have had the chance to realize who I really am and the true desires of my pure slave's heart. All in all I really owe these people a thank you in an odd twisted way, for helping me to be the girl I have become. And helping me to see that through it all, I am still and always will be a true slavegirl at heart.
The brush of Your hand through my hair,
the soft whisper of your voice,

 your piercing eyes bore deep into my soul,

 i feel you all around me,

 my heart beats with yours,

 one beat,

 one purpose,

 one love,

forever and always,

 i am Yours
PLEASE!!!!! Stop sending me these work from home scam emails! that is not what i am here for!
 A soft whisper,

 a tender touch,
your fingers twine into my long hair.
My breath stills,

 however breifly,

and I know you are there.

 To watch and guide me through this life,

 to care and lead me through pain and strife.

 Though your hand may not always be soft,

 Your very voice,

 lifts my heart aloft.

 Though we are different,

 we share one goal,

 and I know i am owned,

 heart body and soul.
Yes i am shy. If I have viewed your full profile but have not contacted you it is likely I am interested but just too shy to contact you. I am very open to anyone contacting me. Masters or Mistresses. I love talking to people.
A random musing. True I have not had the easiest time with owners in the past. Yes I have been reluctant to start anew. But now I know in my heart and soul I AM ready to take that step and find the right One. Master or Mistress I don't care, so long as they are truly the right One who will love me as I will love them.
what is it with the female slaves on collarme? do they see every other girl as a threat so much that they have to send them hatemail? ive had 6 girls mail me there saying i should give up because no man is going to want me because im so fat ugly and stupid. I'd love to know what brought on the verbal attack. My Rant For Today. Thoughts welcome
Why is it so hard to find a loving gentle Dom?  The Master I yearn for will be strong, strong enough to love me while still keeping me under control, gentle  but firm in the face of my stubborn nature, He will love me even when i screw up, and help me work through my fears. His arms will be what I rush into when i am sad, His shoulder will be where i lay my head when i cry, The proud glow in his eyes will make me want to try even herder to please Him. Where are you, my loving Master? Please don't wait too long to find me, for here I sit, waiting to hear you whisper those sweet words "Come to Me, My girl"  at which I shall come eagerly running to You, and will finally have found my way home.
I was so excited to be meeting a local Dom friend tonight, i washed and buffed and polished every inch of my body, waiting for the call to come. and waited. and waited... after about 6 hours i finally had to admit He wasnt coming. why is it that Doms can stand a girl up and think nothing of it? not even the courtesy of a phone call.  i am not happy.

You know you can be content with your life and yet be depressed when certain holidays come around. i dont mind spending valentines day with my parents but i wish i had someone else to spend it with in real life. Lonliness eats you up from the inside out until there's nothing left but a hollow shell of what once was...

A Slave's Chalkboard Lessons 3 Comments

i will not carve the flogger handles

i will not aim for Master's head

i will not yell fire every time Master lights a candle

funny noises are not funny

i will not slap Master with my bra

Punishment is not boring or pointless

i will not call Master, Dr. Death

i will not put laxatives in the candy bowl before Master's d/s party

a burp is not an appropriate response to Master

i will not eat all Master's m & m's while he is at work

i will not call Master, spud head, butt head, or any kind of head

Masters ARE perfect

Mud is not an acceptable side dish for dinner for Master

i will NOT wear panties

i will not peek out of the blindfold

there is no such thing as "slave immunity"

i did not win an emmy for my last session

i will not hide all Master's toys

i will not say "oh Master you're the bestest and biggest" just to get a spanking

i can not fire Master

my last assignment was not stolen by one armed net hackers

i will not scare the newbies by telling them ALL REAL subs like bullwhips

i will not perform breast implant surgery on the newbies

i will refrain from saying "hail Satan "when i don't like Master's orders

i will not use Master's bondage table for a skateboard ramp or a slide in the pool

i will not wear Master's underwear on my head

I will not hold up a scorecard for each swat, grading Master on a scale of 1-10.

.....and last but not least

i will not use the pages from Master's Dom Handbook to start the grill....


Waiting in the darkness, Had it been minutes? Or possibly hours? Lisette didn't know how long it had been since her captor had left the room, leaving her bound and gagged to the wooden cross. Suddenly the door opened, a thin beam of light shone into the room before the lights once more flared to life, bathing the stone room in a soft glow. Her Tormentor returned, bearing a plastic dish with two deep depressions, one filled with water, the other with some kind of meat, which he set on the floor.

He unfastened her from the cross, nudging her
to the floor with a swift motion of his booted foot,
 causing her to fall to her hands and knees at his
feet. Firm hands unclasped the gag from behind her
 head, then He spoke.
"Eat, girl, then we will talk," his voice was not
unkind as he nudged her lightly in the buttocks
 with his boot. She looked at the offering in the
bowl, recognizing the meat as being raw beef. He
hadn't even bothered to heat it!
She looked at it disdainfully, turning her head
away in disgust from the meat, but cupped one hand
to draw some of the water to her mouth, only to
have her hand struck sharply with a crop,
"No hands," he said simply, gripping her head by
the hair and thrusting her face down into the bowl.
Realizing he meant for her to drink like an
animal, she obliged, seething inside. Did he not
 know who she was? How dared he treat her in such
 a fashion?
When she made no move for the meat,
she found her skin once more on the recieving end
of the sharp sting of the crop he held in his
hands, "I said eat," he growled in a low dangerous
voice. Lisette looked at the raw meat and back
to the man, blatant disgust written all over her

Finally, apparently having had enough, he grabbed her by the hair, wrenching her head back so that her face was inches from his, his deep green eyes bored not only into her eyes, but it seemed into her soul as well. He firmly held her there, grabbing a handful of the meat from the bowl. She attempted to keep her jaw locked shut, but he appeared ready for this resistance.

Gripping her jaw just below her ears and squeezing
 firmly, he forced her mouth open, thrusting the
meat into her mouth, his hand moving to press
against her lips to prevent her from simply
spitting it out.
Reluctantly she chewed the meat, swallowing it with
 a pained expression. He held her hair still tighter
, forcing her face into the bowl until she ate
every bite.

"Good girl," he said, releasing her hair once the bowl was empty.

She surveyed her surroundings, it was a large
stone chamber full of strange wooden and metal
structures, many whips, belts paddles and other
implements lined the walls.
In the center of the room sat a large ornate chair,
 which he now seated himself, speaking three sharp
words that allowed for no argument, "Come here, girl."

Lisette eyed him warily, moving as if to stand, but was rebuked with a sharp word, "No, crawl to Me, slut," His tone was firm, but not cruel. Lisette looked around feeling lower than low, face burning with the heat of humiliation as she slowly crept across the stone floor, feeling the icy rough face of the stones digging into her tender naked flesh as she moved. "Kneel here," he pointed to his righthand side. Not knowing what else to do, Lisette obeyed, although her concious mind was humiliated and disturbed by this treatment, a small part of her brain, a part she had never known before, seemed to relish it. "What's happening to me?" she thought franticly to herself, as though a natural instinct was taking over for her. She realized that deep down she knew what this man wanted, what he meant for her to become. She had heard stories of such men for some time but had never expected to fall victim to one.

His hand gently but firmly ran across her cheek,
 she inhaled sharply, body trembling. Her eyes
lifted to his, fear shining in the deep bluegreen
depths, but he did not seem intent on harming her.
Slowly he caressed her skin, patiently, his thumb
lightly stroking across her full red lips, which
instinctively parted at the touch.
Seeming to have found the answer to whatever
question was on his mind he smirked lightly.
Grabbing her by her hair, he rose, dragging her
 back over to the same cage she had emerged from
that morning,thrusting her back into it and
 fastening her down, he closed the lid, saying
softly, "Goodnight little slave, sleep well, for
 tomorrow your training begins,"
His footsteps died away and pitch darkness
fell once more upon her. Silently, two large tears
rolled down her face in the darkness, as she
wondered what new horrors tomarrow would bring.



She woke suddenly, glancing around, and reaching to rub the sand from her eyes. But as she moved her arm she found that it would not budge more than a couple of inches, turning her head she saw that she was bound tight. Bluegreen eyes surveyed her surroundings, she was bound inside some sort of metal cage. Her long auburn curls spilling about creamy shoulders, full crimson lips pressed firmly together as she tried to figure out what had happened to her. A door banged open, but she could not see from where. The next thing Lisette knew, she was being unfastened from inside the cage by what seemed to be a series of levers and knobs on the outside, the top of the cage opened and a hand descended, twining thick muscular fingers into her silky hair and jerking her from her reclining position and out onto the floor where she was thrown not too kindly to the cement. A wide strip of black fabric was quickly fastened around her eyes, before she could even see the face of her abductor. A fearful whimper rolled from her throat as she felt herself dragged across the room and fastened securely with her back against a hard wooden structure.

style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 204);"> Suddenly a sharp line of fire seared
her tender breasts, preceded by a sharp
 cracking sound. causing a shriek
 of anguish to be ripped from her
throat, her body jerking
 instinctively away from the pain.

"Who are you? What do you want?" She cried out, hoping to make sense of this.

style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 204);">A deep growl answered her, a masculine voice,
 "Silence!" and no more as another lash stung
 her milky skin, once, twice, three times
the lash fell upon her, each time evoking a
piercing scream from the now trembling young woman.

Something was thrust into her mouth, a gag, she
could feel the smooth rubber of the ball, and
the tightness of the leather straps as it was
 fastened behind her head, at which time the
blindfold was removed that she might see her
He was tall, rippling muscles exposed
as he wore no shirt but only long tight
leather pants, His bronze skin shone mutedly
in the low lighting, piercing green eyes burned
fiercely into her own aqua orbs through his thick
dark mane of inky hair, one hand lifted to grasp
 her by the hair, bringing another whimper.
His eyes were not quite cruel, as they studied her
 terrified, tearstained face, but hard and stern,
 she felt his warm breath upon her delicate skin as
he assessed her, running his free hand across her
 quaking body, gliding across her neck, down to her
 plump round breasts,pausing to flick the nipple
lightly with his thumb.

She inhaled sharply at this, squirming lightly, only to be met with a deep gutteral growl, "Do not move," as he continued His assessment, sliding his hand down the smooth flat surface of her belly, caressing the smooth shaven mound of her sex, around to slide across her rounded buttocks. The hands stopped their Assessment suddenly, releasing her hair. The man wordlessly exited her line of vision. The lights flicked off and the door closed, leaving her bound and gagged to worry and fret about what would come next, and what would become of her.

It's been awhile since i've posted so I thought it would be a good time for an update.
I had been speaking with a so-called Master  for a little bit and he seemed very smart and honest, then suddenly, poof!  I swear is there some kind of vortex or something near me that sucks Masters in and makes them vanish into another dimension? I am so sick of this crap, I am about 5 minutes from just saying to hell with finding a Master and just resolving myself to a life of solitude.
 Feel so breathless, Want to scream, please somebody wake me, end this bad dream, my heart it aches, begging me to wake, tears roll down my face, trying to fill that empty space. please tell me why, everyone i love always has to die?
You'll never know
What you've done for me
What your faith in me
Has done for my soul...

You'll never know
The gift you've given me..
I'll carry it with me

Through the days ahead
I think of days before
You made me hope for something better
And made me reach for something more

You taught me to run
You taught me to fly
Helped me to free the me inside
Help me hear the music of my heart
Help me hear the music of my heart
You've opened my eyes
You've opened the door
To something I've never known before
And your love...
Is the music of my heart..

You were the one
Always on my side
Always standing by
Seeing me through

You were the song that always made me sing
I'm singing this for you

Everywhere I go
I think of where I've been
And of the one who knew me better
Than anyone ever will again

You taught me to run
You taught me to fly
Helped me to free the me inside
Help me hear the music of my heart
Help me hear the music of my heart
You've opened my eyes
You've opened the door
To something I've never known before...
And your love
Is the music of my heart

What you taught me
Only your love could ever teach me
You got through when no one could reach me

Cause you always saw in me
All the best that I could be
It was you who set me free...

You taught me to run
You taught me to fly
Helped me to free the me inside 
Help me hear the music of my heart
Help me hear the music of my heart

You taught me to run
You taught me to fly
Helped me to free the me inside
Help me hear the music of my heart
Help me hear the music of my heart
You've opened my eyes
You've opened the door To something I've never known before
And your love...
Is the music of my heart..

Music of my heart
Music of my heart
Is the music of my heart...
Time for my rant of the day:

What is it with Doms who message you, then if you refuse to use the chat thing on here because it doesn't work, and you don't have a messenger going because youre not on your own computer, they DEMAND you to get one or the other or "stop wastign their time" saying emails on here are a wate of time? I mean seriously YOU mailed ME el jerko! I personally do not feel you have the right to demand anything of that nature from me when i have calmly told you twice that i cannod download thing son a computer that is not mine.

Even if i DID have YIM or chat on here, it is highly unlikely I would give that information let alone enter a chatroom with you within the first two messages.  I don't know you and how do I know my YIM info isn't being used and given to dorks who sell it to companies to send me more crap mail?

*takes a deep breath, eyes toning down from red back to their normal sparkling blue*

That's my rant for the day!

Thank you for flying BitchySlut Airlines! Over 500 morons served! ^.^
Ok why is it almost no one smiles in their pictures on here? true my picture has a very tiny smile but you wouldnt be smiling very large either if the flash just went off in your eyes. but seriously SMILE people!
Hmm it has come to my attention that many are too danged serious on here so I have decided to add something funny to my journal to liven things up.

Something Funny to my journal.

That is all.


thanks for flying bitchyslut airlines!
ok i don't think i can put it any plainer than this. I AM NOT A DOMME I NEVER WILL BE, YES I TRIED IT ONCE BUT IT WASN'T FOR ME SO PLEASE STOP MAILING ME LOOKING FOR A FEMALE TOP!! Not in America? DONT MAIL ME! I will delete the message and block you. Looking for a 1 night stand? BUGGER OFF!
Looking for a pincushion or a punching bag? MOVE ALONG JERK! slave does NOT = doormat.
thank you for flying bitchyslut airlines. have a nice day.
I think I may be scarred for life. I was sitting at the computer last night and suddenly fell ill. My roommate was alerted by a mutual friend I was talking to, and she in turn told her fiancee who sprung up out of bed and came running into the bedroom to check on me. What you may ask, is so life scarring about that? simply that he was STARK NAKED!
Oh aren't I just so happy right now. Fell asleep sitting at the desk waiting for a response to a mail I sent, and of course i fell right out of my chair smacking my forehead on the edge of the desk. Great now i have a headache and a big ass purple mark across my forehead and i have an interview in less than 4 hours, Can this day possibly get any worse?
Well it's been awhile since i posted. ive seen a lot of the country in my search for the One that completes me. So far i've been coming up blank. So I decided to write something new.

Top 5 Signs that You May Be the Victim of a HNG

5.In the middle of your conversation he accidentally types in the rong box, leaving you with somethn akin to this, "Come on, Forsythe jus three more orcs to go and we'll have the magic rod of power, hol on i gotta go check outthis chick"

4. He calls yu and in the background you hear Barney the Dinosaur playing though you know he has o children anywhere near him.

3. He starts the conversation with some lame pickup line or the ever popular "kneel bitch"

2. He haz a tnduncy 2 mispell wurdz an uze chtspk 2 th point of causing u sever nausea or a hedake.

1. Suddenly in the backround during your voice chat session you hear something like this: "Mother: Johnny I'm oing to the store, put youre sweater on it's cold come on"  Johnny "Yes mommie! (then to you at a whisper you need a bionic ear to hear clearly) hey look i got to go, mother doesnt approve of me talking to women unchaperoned"

Any addendums to this are welcome!