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Male Switch, 35, paris
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Female Dominant, 34, raleigh, North Carolina
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Female Switch, 23, Charleston, South Carolina
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About laineyjade
☆♥?.??.?♥☆♥?.??.?♥☆♥?.??.?♥☆♥?.??.?♥☆♥?.??.?♥☆♥?.??.?♥☆ I am a slave, a babygirl,?a masochist, a sadist, a feminist, an anarchist, a crazy cat lady, a hedonist, a Gorean and a born-again Christian. Sometimes my philosophies collide together, making for some interesting chaos in my brain. I love being challenged to grok a new paradigm. My intellectual style is Logical. I don't care whether what you say is right or wrong, so long as it is logical. I lose respect for people who use illogical arguments or dishonest rhetorical tricks to make their point. If you told me I was a stupid, spoiled whore I would reply, "Which of my qualities makes you feel that I am stupid, spoiled and a whore?"--seeking the logic of your argument and missing the insult. I got stuck while I was growing up and have remained permanently little. I've never had any serious aspirations in life except for being a slave. I am in a no-limits, nonconsensual slavery relationship with my Master. This means that I have become a self-actualized person--one who has reached her full potential in life. I love making friends, whether you are a dom, a sub, or a purple-and-green spotted three-sexed alien from Mars. Aliens and lunatics get my full attention. I am sorry about my journal colors being hard to see, this site chose a random color and won't allow me to change it. ☆♥?.??.?♥☆♥?.??.?♥☆♥?.??.?♥☆♥?.??.?♥☆♥?.??.?♥☆♥?.??.?♥☆
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Frequently Asked Questions:
If you're going to write me any of the following things, please read my reply here first so that I don't have to waste time answering everyone the same thing.
1. "Hi"
Answer: "Hello."
2. "How are you doing?"
Answer: "Fine thank you, and you?"
3. "You're hot"
Answer: "Thank you, I'm flattered."
4. "Are you owned?"
Answer: "Yes, very."
5. "I'd love to own you"
Answer: "Flattering to know."
6. "Your Master is lucky"
Answer: "Thank you, He agrees."
7. "Interesting profile"
Answer: "Glad you enjoyed it."
8. Do you chat on yahoo? Do you talk on the phone? Do you go on cam? Can you send me more photos?
Answer: "No. No. No. No." |
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Ever since I found the "lifestyle" online in my early 20's, collars have always been a Big Deal. They were always ornate or special, expensive, personally designed, symbolic, beautiful. Some of them were made of precious metals or had jewels in them. Some were one-of-a-kind designed by the master himself and hand-made by a jeweler. Some were engraved with beautiful phrases. Some were taken right out of a fantasy world such as Gor. Most were put on the slave's neck amidst special ceremonies resembling kinky weddings. All were extremely, well, meaningful.
Yeah, but what did my master first collar me with? An old, mildewed clothes line that he'd found in the back yard. Yes, he simply tied an old rope around my neck without a word, and that, girls, was that. You'd think he couldn't afford to buy the dog a new nylon collar and give me the ratty old one around the dog's neck as a hand-me-down.
But before you feel sorry for me, I have a weird thing with collars. I'd feel a bit too "special" with a fancy collar and a collaring ceremony. I'd feel.....well, vanilla. Like a bride. Like it's a wedding ring with a mild BDSM flavour. And I do not like that feeling.
I want to be a lowly slave. An object. I want to be treated like an adopted stray animal. This is fulfilling and erotic to me. I had never felt so....sexy, thrilled, heart-poundingly alive as when he carelessly tied that filthy old rope around my neck. Isn't that peculiar?
And now I'm chained more or less permanently with a 27-cent ordinary hardware store stainless steel chain around my neck, whose "clasp" is a wire key ring. And even this is nearly fancy and meaningful enough to make me feel a bit ill at ease. I mean it is new and shiny and I might feel better if it were tarnished or found in a vacant lot.
I want to be.....unimportant. Just a slave. Nothing to make a fuss over. I feel as bizarre being made a fuss over as if I saw a guy having a ceremony upon acquiring a new donkey. That would be absurd. I feel the same type of absurdity about Master making a fuss over me. I want to be lowly. I wish to be divested of the status of a woman.
That doesn't mean I don't want to be loved and cared for. One can, after all, love and care for one's donkey. One can appreciate one's donkey for the loads it carries, if it's a working donkey, or for the companionship and amusement it provides, if it's just a pet. I have the same needs for affection and intense intimacy as most healthy slaves. In fact I am downright clingy. But I cannot tolerate that love being romantic, or as an equal. I need a different loving. But still...can you imagine the absurdity of an owner fussing over the mystical significance of his donkey's bridle?
So anyway, that's my preferred status: donkey with an old rope bridle. Not a...hmm, a precious angel with a special collar. |
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Kadi the slave was sitting on her Daddy's lap, dressed only in cotton panties with bumblebee designs on them. He was reading her a book called "Everything Poops" that he had written and illustrated for her himself. Her Daddy's hand was down the front of her panties, stroking her clitoris lightly as he read the story to her.
"Gilda the duck was walking along the edge of the pond, where lots of other ducks were gathered. Strewn all over the soft green grass where she walked was lots of shit. It looked like long green cylindrical pellets, and it lay wherever it had fallen, fertilizing the grass. Just ahead of her, Gilda saw another duck. It was standing there, getting ready to shit.
'Everything poops,' thought Gilda, as she stared in fascination while the duck's asshole slowly opened and a green turd began to emerge.
The other duck's tail feathers quivered a bit as it strained to press out the long soft turd. Slowly it emerged, a long green cylinder just like the rest. For a moment Gilda was afraid that it would break in half and leave the rest stuck inside the other duck's asshole. But it didn't break, and fell to the grass whole with barely a sound. The aroma reached her moments later and it smelled fresh and shitty. The other duck seemed glad that it had crapped, and shook itself in relief. Then it walked away, leaving its fresh warm turd where it had fallen."
Kadi's Daddy turned the page while his other hand kept stroking Kadi's clitoris, which was getting hard and engorged. Her cheeks were red, because she didn't like this story. But she had to listen to it anyway, because her Daddy had made the book just for her, and she didn't want to hurt her Daddy's feelings.
"In the field behind the fence stood Rory the horse. He felt a familiar full sensation in his rectum, and knew he had to shit. He stood funny and lifted his horse's tail high above his large asshole.
'Everything poops,' said Rory to himself as he squeezed down hard against his anus, noticing the other piles of horse shit littered around the field.
Rory's poop was a little slow to come out because he was slightly embarrassed, but the full sensation of the lump of turds distending his bowels felt so good that his big penis began to come out of its sheath, hanging down and hardening. It was a fine penis, long and black, as Rory was a black horse. He wished someone would stroke it just like Kadi's Daddy was stroking her clitoris. It would feel so good to have his penis stroked while he was taking a dump. But no one was around, so he pushed a little harder and soon a big pile of crap began tumbling from his gaping asshole and landing on the ground right behind him. It fell in soft little spheres, warm and brown, forming a steaming pile on the ground. The aroma reached his nostrils and it smelled fragrant and shitty. It felt so good to have shat such a big pile of crap that he flicked his tail and galloped away, leaving the turds steaming there in the sun."
Kadi was having trouble concentrating, because her Daddy had given her a laxative an hour ago after not having allowed her to poo for three whole days. She felt a huge turd inside her rectum, aching to come out. She clenched her ass cheeks together, sitting on her Daddy's lap, while he continued to rub her clitoris as she squirmed restlessly against him. He turned the page and continued the story.
"Kadi the slave was sitting on her Daddy's lap, trying not to poo. He was reading her a book called 'Everything Poops,' and listening to it was making it hard not to think about having to take a very big shit. The turd inside her was very large and very soft, because of the laxative she had been given. She couldn't help farting a little, and the nasty aroma reached both her and her Daddy's noses at the same time. Kadi bit her lip and felt tears in her eyes, because her Daddy had paused his reading and sniffed the air, and she she knew that he could smell her crap. She was so embarrassed. She softly begged to go potty, but her Daddy told her 'No' and continued to hold her on his lap, stroking her plump rigid clitoris.
"The way he was touching her made her feel so good, and between that feeling and her embarrassment and the full, tender sensation of her rectum being distended by a big turd she became a little confused. She began to confuse the feeling of embarrassment and of having to take a big shit with the feeling of being aroused, and they all began to seem like the same thing to her. The more she had to shit, the more embarrassed and aroused she became. She squirmed some more, and began to softly cry as she realized she couldn't hold her shit in any longer. She urgently had to poo right now!
"Her body began to shudder with the effort of not cumming and the effort of holding her poo in, but it was to no avail. Tears streaming down her cheeks, face flaming with embarrassment, the soft brown shit began to squeeze itself between her clenched buttocks, filling her cotton panties whether she wanted it to or not. Her Daddy rubbed her clitoris even faster, and her body stiffened and she began to cum very hard as her shit was coming out of her asshole. Both she and her Daddy could smell the horrible smell as it filled her panties, gooey and hot and stuck to her ass cheeks."
Kadi was crying hard now for real, her face flaming, feeling her crap indeed squeezing into her panties whether she wanted it to or not. She was all confused, the feelings of arousal and embarrassment and shitting all mixed up together. Her Daddy rubbed her clitoris very fast and said "CUM, Kadi" in a loud voice, and she did cum very hard and violently in his lap, feeling the soft shit building up in her panties.
When Kadi was finished cumming and all her shit was in a big sticky lump inside her panties, her Daddy put the book away. He softly said, "Now you've gone and made a mess in your panties, Kadi. Let's go clean you up, baby girl." He took her by the hand and slipped her off his lap, leading the crying slave away to be cleaned up and changed. |
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