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Hetero Transgender Dominant, 83,  Margate, United Kingdom
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leggymastress

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I believe that intuition, intelligence, imagination, and empathy are the crucial ingredients of a mutually rewarding BDSM interaction. I have all four in abundance. [To the male submissive:] Do you know what prodomme means, darling? It means that if you want Madame's attention, you must be prepared to pay for it. Pretty simple, don't you think, darling? If you're not comfortable with that idea, squander no more time here.

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 leggymastress

 Dominant Transgender

 Margate 

 United Kingdom

 6' 1"

 172 lbs

 83

 Hetero

 Caucasian

 03/28/08

 

Actively Seeking:

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 Lives For:

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Journal Entries:
7/4/2012 9:03:47 AM
Another testimonial, from a UK firefighter.

This is a message to convey to anyone reading of how I adore my Madame. She is a truely dominant being in every sense of the word, in so much as she has come to dominate my every waking thought and action, and upon sleeping invades my dreams, leaving me in a constant state of arousal and eager devotion. Madame is the one being I worship and adore; a Goddess. She knows me and my every depraved craving better than I know them myself and uses her power with perfect, beautiful cruelty. A cruelty that submissive boy should beg for. Every day I am grateful for the aching discomfort of longing for her; a longing to the point of relentless arousal. She makes me think in ways I never thought possible, and makes me long to be treated in ways most right-thinking men would protest against. This is because I am no longer a right-thinking man, but merely a broken boy, a plaything not thinking for himself but instead desparate for any kind of attention from his Madame. For this I am eternally thankful, and completely indebted, to Madame, and will strive to repay Madame in any way she chooses. To me, that choice is my law.
 

6/18/2012 7:24:50 AM

I had the pleasure last week of meeting the Surrey-based domme Mistress E—, a statuesque beauty of Finnish origin and genial disposition. Perhaps you would like to beg to be allowed to view some video we shot together?


8/14/2011 8:36:17 AM

As of Tuesday, 16 August 2011, I shall be a fulltime resident of the United Kingdom, based on the Kentish coast, and thus accessible not only to English and Welsh worshippers, but French and Belgian and Dutch ones. Those farther afield will be relieved to learn that there is an international airport mere miles from my new home. 

 

Slither forward, boys. 


8/10/2011 11:52:59 AM

Several attentive boys have pointed out that someone in the southeast of England seems to be using my photographs. In every case, I appreciate their having so advised me. But the fact of the matter is that I am no less tvdommeinkent than leggymastress. Indeed the former profile will come to take precedence, as I am relating to the UK late this summer. Fantastic news for English (and Welsh) submissives! Heartbreaking for those of the American northeast! But one can do only so much. I am but one spectacularly glamorous, eloquent, and altogether sensational person.


6/2/2011 5:04:09 AM

The sort of message to which one such as Madame enjoys waking.

 

Good morning Madame,
I have been thinking. A lot about you. Just like you ordered Madame. I would love to wake up on the floor next to your bed Madame. Waking up with your feet on my face. You really know how to turn a man on Madame. How to destroy all his defences till nothing but complete surrender and submission is left. I do Hope to hear from you Madame. I really do.
In the meantime I wish you everything you want. Knowing perfectly that if you want something you will get it anyway Madame; such is your power over all other human beings.
With my forehead on the floor,
Marco


1/24/2010 8:51:03 AM
A professional dominant of my beauty and natural dominance is commonly victimized by purported submissives who make huge promises, and then either small deliveries, or no deliveries at all. The very worst of the breed, I am here to tell you, is the sort who claims to want to live in perpetual terror of being blackmailed. They tell you, seemingly very earnestly, that they want nothing more in life than to be completely controlled. They will give you the keys not only to their hearts, but to their chastity devices as well. All very exciting, but for one fact: THEY NEVER MEAN IT, NOT EVER. They're even worse than those who claim to find infinitely exciting and pleasurable the prospect of a dominant having the means -- the account numbers and passwords and so on -- to ruin them financially. THEY NEVER MEAN IT! Do not be bamboozled, novice domme. All that will happen is that your time will be wasted.

8/7/2009 10:15:27 AM
As anyone with an account here knows, the world of BDSM is full of fraudulence, of persons pretending to be something or someone they're not. Every once in a great while, though, one encounters a gem among the debris, someone like my worshipper scott in central Wisconsin. Others talk about it, but scott really is all about service and devotion. Like so many, he recently became unemployed. But do you suppose that's kept him from sending the object of his devotion -- me! -- an uninterrupted succession of gifts? It has not, and we're not talking a pair of stockings, say, or a rhinestone cigarette holder, but a Vegas Girl wig. He has gone without, has washed dishes in the heat of midsummer, has foraged along dangerous roadsides for redeemable cans and bottles, to be able to continue expressing his devotion to me, and has asked only the occasional disdainful word in return. How can I fall to have a special place in my cold, cold bitch's heart for scott? I encourage all who read this to contact him (goddesses_pig@yahoo.com) with expressions of admiration.

5/27/2009 4:12:43 PM
I loathe munches for being so?egalitarian. I suppose there?s some value to allowing novices (no force in nature can get me to use the word ?newbie?) to see that there are lots of others just as twisted and depraved as they around, and that they?re Just Like You and Me, but boy, do I detest having to suppress the withering hauteur that is so integral a part of my personality, to smile delightedly when the misshapen and dim dare to address me as an equal. I?ve realized, though, that there?s something I detest even more: BDSM Workshops. Here we pretend that this stuff is really complicated, or compare paraphernalia from different manufacturers, or, worst yet, discuss particular kinds of knots. In my view, there is nothing in the world more tedious than talking about knots, and their relative advantages. The discussion is nearly always led by some laconic, deep-voiced dominant man with a wispy gray beard, ponytail, and bald spot who calls himself something like Master Prometheus and has a knife ? with which he could feed, clothe, and rebuild a small American city if he had to ? in a little holster on his hip. If he has a slave girl, you can bet she?ll have a name out of Greek mythology too, and breasts far droopier than they ought to be at her age. In many cases, his wallet is secured by a chain. In all cases, every last one, he is a pompous bore.

5/27/2009 8:48:32 AM
Again it happens! I just had a long, promising IM exchange with a Brooklyn firefighter who seemed to recognize Madame as the cr? de la cr?, TV domme-wise. But when advised that he would need, before we discussed a real-time meeting, to demonstrate his good faith by offering Madame an Amazon gift card, he said that my request corroborated my reputation on Collarme for being all bark and no bite at best and a fraud at worst. This barely 12 hours after I got burned yet again, this time by an apparently well educated Connecticut financier (fellow dommes, take note: ianmn9999@yahoo.com, Ian McAnn) who eagerly jumped through all the hoops, who ticked all the boxes, who seemed not only appropriately worshipful, but also had that most desirable quality of submissives ? the understanding that Madame might wish to be compensated for her time. We?d spoken of meeting sometime soon, but his (understandable!) hotness to trot was such that he implored Madame to accommodate him immediately, last night. With only a couple hours? notice, I cancelled a long-standing dinner date with friends, incurring their considerable displeasure. And then, of course, he failed either to materialize or even to advise Madame of his change of heart. And the token Amazon gift card he?d promised to have sent as a prerequisite to our discussing an actual date? No trace. The world is full of craven little submissive jerkoffs who lose their nerve at the last minute, and I?m disreputable, all bark and no bite, for wanting to protect myself from them. In view of the prevalence of such jerkoffs, I will note in closing what a pleasure it is to deal with one such as the young sailor who calls himself funkleroy here. A boy of his word, a boy of whom all America can be proud!

5/23/2009 3:49:42 PM
I have just been called a fake and ripoff artist by a neckless, simian Guido type from New Jersey who moments earlier had begged to be my slave. Once having apparently ogled my Collar Me profile and photographs, he?d sent me a message to which I?d responded with a link to some of my videos, by which he was predictably awestruck, and my Yahoo! Messenger identity. In Yahoo! Messenger, he assured me of his eagerness to do anything I commanded. I commanded him to address me with the deferential formality I so enjoy, as Madame, but that was apparently too much to ask. As an alternative, he advised of his eagerness to stick a finger up his own ass for my amusement. Lucky me! Until recently, I was having half a dozen Y!M chats per day with submissive men who purported to regard me to be the most ravishing creature on whom they?d ever laid eyes, and who wanted nothing more in life than to be my chattel. Pity that something like 95 percent of them presumably started feeling ashamed of themselves within a few hours, and were never heard from anew. Having been left holding the bag once too often, having invested the last half-hour I ever intended to invest in ascertaining that a particular submissive was a prime candidate for my attention, I declared that I would henceforth devote time and energy to interviewing only those who first demonstrate good faith by getting me an Amazon gift card. (I?m well aware that Collar Me explicitly cautions its subscribers to run like the wind in the face of such a request, but who?s taking care of the dominant in these instances?) Fair?s fair. In the face of my requiring a demonstration of good faith, a great many prospective worshippers say something like, ?How about I do it on, uh, Tuesday, when I, uh, get paid, and we keep talking now?? But the I?ll-gladly-pay-you-Tuesday boys should be trusted exactly as far as the typical financial slave, who claims to yearn to turn his entire fortune over to a dominant. As far as you can throw a Cadillac Escalade welded to the side of a bank building. ?If you?re unable to afford the Amazon gift card now, little ape,? I advised my neckless simian, ?why not contact me when you actually can?? Whereupon, he berated me as a fake and ripoff artist who values money over The Lifestyle. I surmised that I would have shown myself to be authentic by devoting a portion of my Saturday afternoon to hearing how he?d stuck his thumb up himself ?for me.? The fact is that I?m absolutely authentic. I make no bones whatever about being a horrid, exploitive bitch who?s in it in in equal parts for the money and for the incomparable pleasure of reveling in the power my beauty and intellectual superiority confer; in a great many cases, that admission actually serves to increase my prospective worshipper?s excitement. Nor do I make any bones about my profound lack of interest in the orifices of submissive men. It?s your mind and heart with which I propose to toy, I say over and over again. Call me a horrid bitch, in other words, but don?t call me fake.

5/12/2009 5:35:48 AM
Today is my birthday. There's hardly room in my home for me to turn around, as gifts have been pouring in from all over the world. I now officially have enough stockings to open a hosiery store. I've received a gigantic television from one of my worshippers in Dubai, but my favourite gifts are those from boys who I know to be out of work. Their having had to sacrifice to buy Madame a small token of their adoration would make me get all misty if I weren't a heartless bitch.

12/11/2008 7:47:22 AM
This just in: "dominate" is a verb, rather than an adjective. Those who don't know the difference, or who pluralize nouns by adding an s with an apostrophe before it, will be exploited with even greater ruthlessness than I bring to other interactions.

10/10/2008 7:13:32 PM
Dining in fine restaurants has become ever more problematic lately. As I enter a crowded dining room, all conversations invariably stop. The gentlemen gape at me, most of them lustfully (my allure seems to transcend traditional gender considerations), while their dates give them looks that, if looks could kill, would kill them, and kick their ankles to hamburger beneath the table. Sometimes, as the other evening at a chic new French place on E. 45th Street, I am unable to control myself, and say to this woman or that one, "You know, bitch, he probably wouldn't be so interested in me if you were a tenth as hot," while spilling her cocktail down the front of her dress. A real brouhaha commonly ensues, during which the maitre d' tries to hustle me out while half a dozen gentlemen diners try to bribe him not to. Bon appetit! In other news, I have been hearing from a lot of MIddle Easterners lately. I don't know what their political or even erotic intentions are, but I do know that their grammar and syntax are generally so bad (even worse than native English speakers!) as to render them unintelligible. I was able to divine that one wanted me to ridicule his religion, which I inferred was Islam. I said to him, "The Koran eats kitty litter," but I'm not sure he "got" it. I would like to do John McCain. I would like to lead him around on a leash and spit on him and call him awful names and spit on him and kick him between the legs and spit on him make him imitate various barnyard animals like a kindergartener and stand naked in the corner repeating, "I will not stir up the racism and homophobia of mobs of redneck cretins," 250,000 times -- that is, until well after the election. The 2012 election. I'm sorry if I've gotten way off the subject of my own incomparable beauty and hauteur, but this happens sometimes. Deal with it. I loathe people who say, "Deal with it."

6/28/2008 10:01:34 PM
I seem to be getting a lot of attention this week from putatively dominant men, who suddenly get in touch with their feminine side at the mere sight of me. I'd say LOL, but I loathe people who are forever loading their communications with LOLs and emoticons. I'm also not big on those who don't know the difference between your and you're, which is to say around 99 percent of those on collarme. Aren't I just the dreadfulest bitch on two (spectacularly gorgeous) legs?

4/11/2008 8:35:50 PM
My favourite new worshipper described himself as longing to be bankrupted by a cruel, gorgeous TV dominatrix. He works in a warehouse or something, and doesn?t earn much, but insisted that Goddess demand every extra cent. I was only too delighted to do so. He whimpered that he wouldn?t be able even to feed himself, or to put gas in his car. I advised him he would have to learn somehow to derive sustenance from the thought of Goddess rubbing caviar bought with his hard-earned money into the faces of other slaves while he starved, and that if Goddess ever saw him waiting forlornly in the rain for a bus, she would direct her chauffeur to pull over so she could roll down her window and spit on him.

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