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A confused sub came before a wise Master who adored her. She felt that to submit to him would mean she would open her heart to unbearable pain should he ever leave her. She hungered for him and needed him, but was ready to walk away in panic.
The gentle Master knelt her before him and started a tale of love and devotion. As she looked up at him his arms began to widen and open like a large tree stretches its branches to the sky. At that moment the Master appeared rooted to the floor and his impressive size towered above her like a giant tree. Then he began to speak.

I'm here for you, now and always no matter how far time and space takes us. Whether you walk away from me today or you stay and serve me I will not turn from you. I am as patient as time itself; I will take not from you unless you give freely and completely of yourself, but I give onto you regardless -- for my love is unconditional.

Like the olive tree that can both feed you and shade you, I am there seemingly eternal to your short life on this earth. If you need my fruit to feed your hunger I will give you all the fruit you need. If your skin grows dry and loses its luster, the oil from my fruit will restore it and make it glisten. When you need comfort my leaves will gently caress your face with the slightest breeze. When you need discipline my branches will correct you when the wind blows strong. If you just need my shade to protect you from the sun, my branches will shade and protect you. If you need warmth at night my fallen branches will fuel the fire to keep you warm and safe. If you need a refreshing breeze my leaves will fan you and cool you. You are my gardener.

When you submit to me, you tend that which keeps me vibrant and full of life. When you kneel under me and till the soil, you give breath to my roots. When you water me, my sap flows strong through me raising my limping Branches. When you soil yourself collecting fertilizer with your bare hands, you strengthen and humble me with your devotion.

Although my life will go on, life would not be the same without you.

Your dedication and unconditional care for me keeps me vibrant and nurtures my very core. The sustenance and protection I give you seems little reward for your servitude. Still the gardener serves the tree from her heart and the tree gives to her heart all that he can!

I am planted firmly on the ground and cannot follow you if you walk away from me. . But be assured I will survive. One hundred years later and two of your lifetimes; I will still be there, waiting for you in the same spot to offer you all that I do now.

Stay with me and be my gardener. You cannot get lost in me for we are complementary to each other. I am your devotion, and you give meaning to my existence. Apart we live life and survive; together we bloom
eternally!

As the Master finished his last words the sub cried herself to sleep at his feet. That night, he stood planted there like the Olive tree offering her his unconditional love and protection as she slept. As she would tend to him with her devotion the next day and everyday

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6/18/2008 1:21:04 PM
you ask ... am i really a sub..to be or not to be.. 
i say.. if your  with me..you are or will be..

loveing control ...takes all.

6/18/2008 12:11:28 PM
"What do women want?"
,,,,,,,

"This is of course the lament of all men, and women too. I too am mystified, but then, I am not even sure what I want, so how can I tell what anyone else wants? Nevertheless, I'll take a stab at it, and see how many women stab me back.

They want to be amused – to laugh.

They want to feel sad – to cry, to grieve.

They want to feel passion, desire, lust.

They want to care deeply, fondly, tenderly, gently for children, pets, plants, men, women.

They want to feel desired, wanted, lusted after, attractive, gorgeous, sexy: To feel the power of their sexuality to motivate men. They are constantly aware of being judged on their appearance, which forces them to consider appearances to be important. They view getting dressed almost like putting on a costume for a show – their costume to be carefully selected and arranged for effect, not merely a utilitarian covering, and they want to know that they have accomplished their purpose.

They want to feel cared for, nurtured, protected, comforted.

They want to feel needed, but not just for sex.

They want to feel understood – to not feel alone in their own heads, but mind-melded with someone who shares their thoughts and feelings.

They want a strong man to lead them, but only in exactly the way she wants to go.

They want to feel hot, wild, rough, forceful sex, in which their orgasms are forced from them without their consent, where their feelings are not within their own control.

They want to feel slow, gentle, tender, nurturing, touching sex, in which their bodies are pampered.

They want to feel in control of their bodies and their sexuality.

They want to feel the nurturing emotions they get from feeding you.

They want to feel the nurtured feelings they get from being fed.

They want to feel hugged, to feel touched without sex in a way that makes them feel loved for who they are, not just for having a vagina.

They want to feel angry, bitchy, pissed off, and able to shout out their feelings without thought of self control – to vent, to blast the world in general, or the stupid, fucking, testosterone driven idiotic male they are stuck with, for every little tiny thing that annoys them, and for those deep hurts that last for years. They want to blast you and the world for giving them hormones, periods, labor pains, and all the shit work they get stuck with, whether you had anything to do with it or not.

They want feel the force of his anger, to feel him fight back, to feel his emotion and passion.

They want to know just exactly what you are thinking – they want to get inside your head and run their mental fingers through your brain – to know you in a way that you don't even know yourself, to feel what you are feeling.

They want to take a relationship apart, examine it, play around with it, rearrange it, like they so carefully analyzed every aspect of every relationship when they were 13, worrying about it, checking on it, taking its temperature. They want to make it better, improve it. They want to make sure they are really and truly loved.

They want to feel at the center of your universe, with all your thoughts and feelings focused on them alone.

They want to make a man go wild, in uncontrollable thrashing, moaning, involuntary ecstasy, giving in to his male desire as the woman takes total control of his body, and watches in awe as she drives him out of his fucking mind with the force of the male obsession that women struggle to understand, watching the power of the male body as it strains at her touch, as she evokes and manipulates it: To make him FEEL.

They want to feel accepted – to feel like they fit in, but at the same time, they want to be different, unusual, idiosyncratic, a bit odd in their own special way, not like anyone else at all. They want to feel unique, special, different, not pigeonholed by some idiot who thinks he can generalize about the entire gender, as if all women wanted the same things, which obviously they do NOT. She is not just any woman, she is SHE, and she alone, nobody else, and don't even try to make generalizations about what she wants!!!

What women want is to FEEL. They want emotion – almost any kind of emotion. Men want the physical feeling of sex, of arousal, of touching, of joining with a woman physically, of glorious orgasmic pleasure. The woman wants that too, but it's not enough. She also wants to feel emotionally and to join mentally. My impression is that for women, emotions play a role somewhat similar to the role that sexual feelings play in the male. I always wonder what women do with the time that they have free because of generally not thinking about sex quite as much as men (i.e. every fucking minute of the day and night). I wonder what it is that drives women, in the way men are driven by sex and lust. My guess is that emotional feelings, relationship feelings, psychological feelings, are what fills that role and releases the endorphins

6/13/2008 10:04:24 PM
Dominance is the ability to create a hunger in someone that is so strong, they will do anything,anytime, anywhere just to please you.

4/22/2008 8:50:36 AM
" a poor Master/Dom commands, a good Master/Dom requests, but a REAL True Master/Dom inspires her surrenderance."

2/27/2008 8:24:11 AM
There's something about
Kneeling quietly beside Him
my body bruised, reddened, coated, tired
my mind silent, for once ~ for a time
my head bowed, my eyes closed
my lips quivering as His fingers touch me
my submission, unquestioned
my Peace at Hand 


1/19/2008 12:36:11 AM
you never taste the sweet  taste of completetion and pleasure ,,untill your knees ache..
and you'r gagged by the object of your affections,
 feeling the spurting nectar of the rod

1/15/2008 7:52:51 AM
Naughty.is bad .... stared down in disbelief at the monster. It was
hard now and looked more like someone's forearm than a
dick. She feared for her small frame body but there was
no turning back now.

The black man began to rub his cock head against her
clit and she felt like she would jump from her skin!
His dick felt like it was pure FIRE. She began to move
her hips and make mewling noises that sounded like she
was begging for it, then he began to thrust it into
her.

Immediately she felt two things: Intense pleasure as
she had never felt before, and an almost painful
sensation as she was stretched to her limits by the
monster. She moaned out loud as he buried himself to
the hilt in her.

Slowly he began to stroke his cock in her and she
couldn't help but gasp and moan. He began to quicken
his pace and she stared moaning deeply. She couldn't
stop cumming now as his dick probed deeper than she had
ever felt. Moving faster and harder he savaged her
pussy like an animal. He fucked her deep and long
making her cum until she didn't think she could handle
it anymore. Finally the black man roared like a tiger
and shot his load into her.

Gently he dismounted her 


1/14/2008 1:30:08 PM
A  natural submissive is one who needs to submit in order to be happy and fulfilled in their life. They need to submit in areas other than just the sexual arena. Being a natural submissive has little or nothing to do with sex. They are at their best and feel the most content when they are making their dominant happy, whether that entails having dinner prepared by 6 p.m., giving their dominant a massage, or submitting to sexual bondage. I am not implying that a natural submissive doesn't enjoy bondage or sensual pain, they may or may not; as I said, it is not always about sex, it is about needing to please their partner in order to be fulfilled. This is the greatest difference between the sexual submissive and the natural submissive.

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marysNightmare
 
 Age: 31
 Miami, Florida