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NO LONGER SEEKING
Have tired of the games people play here.
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Okay, it's been a long time since I wrote in my journal here. Haven't had much to say - okay, nothing that I cared to share, but that changed.
Anybody watched the news in the last few days? Gabrielle Reece, the women's volleyball star (and gorgeous goddess to boot), is taking a lot of flack from the mainstream media because she dared to refer to her roll as "submissive" to her husband, world-class surfer (and gorgeous god to boot) Laird Hamilton. Here is where my rant comes in.
I am an owned & collared slave of 5 years. When I moved in with my beloved Master, I brought my job of 14 years with me doing data entry. Fortunately it was a job that enabled me to go from an office environment in Greensboro to doing it in my own home an hour & a half from there (and a great boss who has been very happy with my performance & would have moved heaven & earth to keep me working for him). When I moved in I also took on the responsibility of a family, albeit a small one, but the chores remain the same, small or large. In short, I became Suzie Homemaker. Growing up in the shadow of Gloria Steinem & the women's movement I never saw myself in that role, ever. But I did it; took to it like a duck to water, actually. Cooking (3 meals a day on the weekends), house cleaning, laundry, shopping, running errands, etc., etc. And I did my work. AND I was always ready for my Master to use & abuse as he saw fit, as a good slave/submissive should be. And that is how it has been, up until about 2 months ago, when I took a full time job outside the office. I'm a business manager. Sometimes it feels like I worked a 12 hour day in 8 hours. Sometimes it actually IS a 12 hour day. EVERY day is crazy busy, "moving & shaking" and I love it. And my beloved Master doesn't demand, or threaten, or expect me to continue to do all the daily work I used to do. He helps me. I don't have to ask him, he just does it. Am I submissive in my outside work? Hell no. I make decisions and I delegate work sometimes & I make sure things run like they should.
So Gabrielle Reece says in a public forum that several years ago her marriage was failing & she along with her husband had a heart-to-heart & part of the changes in saving their marriage was her decision to be "submissive" to her husband. She used that word - submissive. And she got caught up in a shitstorm. Now, personally, when I hear the context of what she said, she may have used the word submissive but what she meant was "traditional." She has assumed the traditional role of a housewife.
I wonder - if she would have used the word "traditional" instead of "submissive", would there have been the ensuing shitstorm? Because honestly, there would be less of a rumble if the first was used. In the vanilla world, submissive tends to take on the color of weakness, or apathy, or even low self-esteem. Submissive seems meek, unable or unwilling to take a stand, to defend oneself, to self-advocate. Apparently, people today think "traditional" is also the wrong choice; like it's a bad thing to want simply to be at home to take care of the husband and the homestead & children instead of being a "power broker" in the corporate world.
Kudos to Gabrielle & Laird. Kudos to any couple who wants to live a traditional marriage. Kudos to any D/s couple who lives 50's style, or who, like myself & my beloved Master, live the neo-traditional lifestyle we do. If it works & the marriage/relationship is happy & healthy then does it really matter what J.Q. Public thinks?
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Seems there are some people out there who don't like reading the truth. Go whining to "mommy." Hiding behind mommy's skirts. Pointing fingers, instead of trying to make a legitimate debate on why my opinion might be in the wrong. Which pretty much validates my opinion in the first place!!
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Master/Slave
I knock on your hotel room door, turning my back to it as you have instructed. I hear the door open behind me; your hand is on my shoulder, gently pulling me backwards into the room. I see your forearm pass in front of my face as you close the door & throw the deadbolt.
"Do not move," you instruct in my ear. "You will only see me when I ALLOW you to see me, when you have earned the reward of looking into my eyes, slave." I tremble, squeaking out, "Yes, Lord." Sensing my fear, you press your body against me, tight to my back, your hands running over my arms, around my waist, up my front to brush over my breasts, drawing your finger along my jawline and down my spine, giving me additional reason to shiver.
I feel you leave me, and I remain totally still. I hear you rummaging around, and you are back in moments. A leather hood comes down over my head quickly, blinding me, preventing me from speaking, barely able to hear. You tighten the laces, adhering it to my face, only a small hole at the mouth allowing me to breath. "Come, slave. See what I have for you today." You lead me, gently guiding me forward. You place my hand on a countertop, and I know I'm in the bathroom. "Take off your clothes, slut," you order. "All of them. I want you naked. You have 40 seconds." Trembling, not knowing what is going to happen, I hurriedly strip off my clothes, thanking all the Gods that I had dressed very casually this day, in nothing more than a loose top, shorts, socks & sneakers. In seconds I have my clothes off.
During the few seconds it takes me to strip, I realize that I've been hearing water running in the bathtub, which is sounding about half-filled. The water ceases, and then I hear the sounds of plastic tearing, and then pieces of something falling into the water. Again, plastic tearing, and more of whatever falling into the water. "Slave, who is your owner, your Master, your Lord, your God?" you ask me. "You are, Lord. I am nothing but your slave, your property, your toy, your slut to be used as you see fit," I whisper, barely loud enough for you to hear. "Do you trust me?" you ask me next. "Without hesitation, Lord," I reply. Gently grabbing my elbow, you turn me away from the counter; stepping closer to me you run your fingertips over my naked body, my nipples hardening at the light touch as you brush across them, between my legs as you softly stroke your finger over my clit, down my slit, slipping ever so slightly into my quivering pussy, around my hips to my ass, spreading my cheeks as you move your hands up my back to my shoulders, resting them there. "Good, slave" you whisper in my ear. "I would never harm you. You need to understand that."
Your hands leave my shoulders, leaving my body trembling, my knees barely able to hold me upright. I hear you opening something, but I have no idea what it is. Then, another very odd noise, ssssshhhhhzzzzzzzz, as you seem to be unrolling something. Before I can even begin to think about what it could be, I feel you wrapping something around my head.....around & around & around......my head, my throat, back up over my head again. I realize that my air has been cut off - I can't breath. The urge to panic is strong, but I TRUST you. I BELIEVE you won't harm me. Suddenly, the wrapping is finished & I feel this tiny pressure against my lips. "Don't move even the slightest or you will be cut," you order me. I feel the tiniest bit of metal against my lip, and I freeze. Gently, ever so gently, you use the tip of the knife to widen the pinprick you have made in what I now realize is clear plastic wrap. "Can you breath?" I hear you ask, barely. I nod my head yes, then quickly shake it no, to give you the understanding that I can, but it is very difficult. "Again, don't move," I hear you say. Feeling quite a bit more pressure on my lips this time, you force me to open them, the end of something slipping between my lips. "Breath through your mouth, slave," you instruct. Sucking through my lips, I'm aware that you've placed a straw through the wrap, allowing me to breath. "Is that better?" you quiz me. I nod my head.
Gripping my elbow, you lead me forward. "Step into the tub, slut." I lift my left leg, feeling my foot pass over the edge of the tub & lower into the water. My entire body trembles as if electrified - ICE WATER. "Do as I order, cunt!" Lifting my right leg, I step into the tub, my toes chilling, the cold spreading upwards. Holding both of my elbows, you tell me to sit down in the water. Trembling, from the cold or from the unknown, I know not which, I sit in ice water that is almost to just under my tits. "Lay down, NOW!" I hear you order me. Steeling myself, I slide my ass out from underneath me & submerge myself into the frigid water. You are on me in a mere second, your foot against my chest, holding my body underneath the water, with only the straw in my mouth allowing me to breath. Trembling, shivering, wondering.......and suddenly, there is no air. I suck, suck HARDER, and nothing. Then, a sudden release & cool air comes flooding into my lungs. All I can hear is the sloshing of the water around me, the ice clinking against the porcelain of the tub. All I can feel is the pressure of your foot against my chest as you hold me under the water. And the precious gift of air - life - is yours to deny or grant, as you see fit to give your slave.
After what feels like hours, but is certainly no more than 10 minutes, I feel the pressure of your foot leave my chest and your hand under my shoulder urging me to sit up. Standing in the tub, I hear you release the water. Quickly, I feel your hands on my head as you work to loosen the cling wrap from around my head & throat, finally removing it and the straw, allowing me to breath my first real breath of air in what seems forever. Feeling you press a towel in my hand, my head still encased in the hood, I start to wipe off my shivering, frozen body. "No, slave! DO NOT wipe your body. Just press the towel against your skin to remove the water. I am NOT finished with you yet!" Following your order, I gently press the towel against myself, removing as much of the water as possible. Taking the towel from my hand, I again feel your hands caressing my cold skin, an electric touch against my icy flesh; my nipples frozen nuggets. "Are you ready for what comes next?" you ask me. Not knowing, never doubting, I nod my head. "Stand up straight, slut." I lift my shoulders, my chin, & suddenly, I'm caught in a warm - no, HOT - downpour. My body jerks in shock. "DO NOT MOVE, CUNT!" you say directly in my ear, my body freezing at your instruction; the downpour flowing over my shoulders, down my breasts, my stomach, finding the grooves of my inner thighs, running into my slit and over my clit, down my back in a smooth, hot sheet."Welcome to the wax bath, slut," you whisper as the flow slows, finally stopping. "How do you feel, slave? Share your thoughts with me," as you unzip the mouth-hole, giving me the ability to speak finally. Taking a moment to analyze, I realize that it is a very unique feeling - the icy coldness of my skin suddenly sealed inside of a warm, solid casing. The hot wax between my legs, stimulating my clit as it oozed slowly over it. I realize that my breath is rasping, my body reacting to the sensations that it has experienced. My nipples are still hard as stones, my clit throbbing, my pussy creaming. I tell you what I am feeling, everything that I am feeling. Suddenly, I feel your hands on my thighs, moving upwards, brushing my pussy lips, spreading them, sliding your fingers into my waiting, wanting cunt, pumping slowly in & out, feeling my juices coat your fingers. Abandoning my snatch, you slide your creamy fingers into my mouth, forcing me to lick my own cream off of your fingers.
Taking my elbow, you have me step out of the bathtub, leading me out of the bathroom. You lead me around the corner of the wall, putting me face first to the wall, lifting my hands over my head, and kicking my feet out from under me so I'm standing in the frisk position. "Do not move, not one muscle," you growl, as you walk away from me. I hear rummaging; wondering, waiting. You are back in seconds, standing directly behind me, your hard cock pressing into the crack of my ass as your fingers start to trace the flow lines of hardened wax down my back. Leaning into my body, your tongue traces the leather around my ear, your hot, moist breath leeching through the leather, stimulating me even more than I already am. "Stand still, slave." you order, as you step back away from me. Suddenly, I feel the flogger brushing my back instead of your fingers. Stepping back farther, I know what is coming. In seconds, I feel the crack of the flogger's lashes against my back, but instead of feeling the sting from the ends, I feel a coolness of my skin. Another crack, additional coolness. A third, a fourth. And I realize, that instead of the expected stinging, you are removing the wax from my back, one stroke at a time. Each stroke rises farther & farther up my back, until the lashes are stroking across my shoulders. "Turn around, slave. Back against the wall." Immediately, I obey your demand. Immediately, I hear the crack & feel the lashes across my thighs, knowing that you will remove the wax from my front side the same gentle, controlled way you removed it from my back. Suddenly, the motion changes. I feel the lashes snap upwards against my pussy. Jumping, I hear you say, "Spread your legs, slave." I rest against the wall again, spreading my legs per your command. Again, I feel the lashes snap against my cunt. My clit is throbbing, quivering. Pulsing. Groaning, I want to cum so badly. Sensing this, you ask me if that feels good. "Yes, my Lord," I reply, my knees shaking. "Do you want to cum?" you growl. "Yes, Lord. I want to cum very much," my voice shakes. "Do you think you have earned it, slut?" you follow up with, again snapping the lashes against my wet, needing cunt. "No, my Lord," I answer, "I will wait for your permission." "As it should be," you respond, snapping the flogger against my belly, now working higher, removing the wax from my stomach, upwards to my tits, the nipples hard, sensitive little marbles, throbbing with their own sensations.
The flogging stops suddenly. Concentrating on my skin, I realize that the wax has been removed, my body free to move again, to feel the air around me. I feel your hands on me, seeingly from nowhere, as I was deep into my own self-analysis. Your body pressing against me, forcing me to stand up straight against the wall, your raging hard cock pressing against my belly, your hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart as you press all of your body to mine, your lips finding my throat, softly kissing from one side to the other, your hands lifting my feet off of the floor, your mouth dropping as my body rises to my nipples, taking first one, then the other into your mouth, biting them, sucking them, drawing moans of pleasure from deep within me. Lifting me slightly higher, your cockhead positions itself against my dripping cunt. Lifting my feet at the same time, I wrap my legs around your waist as you lower my quivering pussy down onto your raging hardness, filling me to the brim, causing a cry of ecstacy to escape my lips. Slowly, gently, you slide my body up & down your cock, stroking inside me, stoking the fire of my need for you, until I wrap my arms around your neck & pull myself into your chest, needing you to fuck me, to take me, brand me, make me YOUR slave.
Holding me, you turn around to step to the bed. Lowering me onto it, you tell me to get on my hands and knees. Trembling, my knees shaking, my total conscience locked in the burning need in my snatch for your attention, you grab my hips, slamming me backwards, impaling me on your rigid cock. Crying out loud, I feel my orgasm begin, knowing that it can't happen until you have given me permission to cum for you. Gasping, I croak, "Lord, please. I'm going to cum. I NEED to cum for you, I'm begging you!" Not responding, you again slam your cock into my cunt, feeling my muscles flexing & tightening involuntarily around your pumping rod, the juice flowing out of my plugged pussy. "PLEASE, Lord!" I cry, "LET ME CUM FOR YOU! I'M BEGGING YOU!" I feel your cock leaving my pussy, the head of it brushing upwards against my pulsing clit. "Slave, you have done well today. Cum for me, and I will give you the reward you have so earned." With that, you plunge your throbbing shaft to the hilt into my pussy and proceed to pound me with every bit of strength you have. I immediately cum, my body going into the most intense orgasm it has ever had, the muscles of my cunt electrified, flexing & tightening, pulling your cock ever deeper into my grinding pussy, the orgasm seeming to last forever, keeping you locked inside of me as my entire body shakes & quivers with the spent energy, until finally my knees won't hold me anymore and I collapse onto the bed, you coming down with me, behind me, curling your body against me like 2 spoons, wrapping your arms around me as I quake with the remnants of the most intense orgasm of my life, your seed running out of my twitching pussy onto my thigh. Softly, you untie the laces of the hood, loosening it, finally grabbing the top of it & gently pulling it off of my head, blinding my eyes to the muted daylight in the room. Leaving me laying in place, you roll your body over mine, so you are now facing me, allowing me to see the face of the man who has just brought me to heights of emotion I didn't know existed, to the strength of an orgasm I had never before imagined was possible. I lift my hand, lay it against your face, and softly press my lips to yours. "Thank you, my Lord," I whisper. "Thank you for taking me as your slave."
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i need to vent a little bit. i realize i haven't been posting regular - truth is, i haven't had the time or that much to say, really. i've been attending to my account here regularly & it is in that vein that i'm wanting to vent.
my settings are set so that when i log in, they give me a list of submissives online. my Master did that (!!). So there's always that "spotlight" one that comes up. And if it's one i haven't seen before, i read it. And my mind is usually just blown away. One of the best pieces of advice i was given when i created my profile here was NOT to post demands & expectations in the profile. That if i did that, the response to my profile would be very limited. Some of these profiles just kill me!! It's like the freakin' 10 Commandments of BD/sm. "I will not..." "I shall not..." "You shall not..." "I refuse to...." "If you don't...." WTF?? Is there anybody on collarme who truly understands what submission is? Look it up. It's not about demands & expectations. In the first place, a true Master/Dominant knows from the get-go that getting to know a submissive means negotiation. Learning what she has fears about, has doubts about. Is it me, or does a great percentage of submissive profiles here seem to say they basically want to top from the bottom? Granted, i'm a slave, & the differences between sub & slave are huge when you get to the bottom line. my Master calls me His "subbie" all the time. i ask Him please, don't insult me. i am a slave, not a sub!! It's funny in that some of these "demanding" profiles also have journal attachments ranting & raving about not finding any "real" Doms here & being contacted by "assholes." Gee, go figure. A "real" Dom is not going to bother. A "real" Dom sees somebody who has an attitude - who's going to do nothing but top from the bottom & when they fail, will whine about it or simply bitch & run. Hell, i'm not perfect, not by any means. i get an attitude sometimes & will refuse to do something. i'm not a doormat & being submissive or slave does not mean i should be. No woman should be. But here's a thought. Keep all those demands & expectations to yourself until you actually meet a Dom real/time, or at least until you carry the conversation off collarme to personal means. You just might have better response to your profiles. |
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It's been a while since i had time to post on my journal. i've been pretty busy packing & moving stuff a little at a time. In so many ways it doesn't seem "real" to me. Gosh, i've been at my job for 13 years, day in & day out. And still am! At least until the 30th of this month. Then, gone from here. The only place i've lived in North Carolina since i moved here little more than 20 years ago. Drove myself to His place this weekend for the first time. Might not seem like a big deal to you, but i've spent 20 years in the city, and believe me, He lives in the country!! Luckily, i'm a woman that can actually read a map (and refold it properly!!) and follow directions, so it wasn't the nightmare i was afraid it would be! Lost in the wilds of North Carolina!! Gee, wonder if anybody would miss me? Yeah, i think there might be one or two.... |
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Started packing today. It's really been hitting me the last couple of days how much of a routine my life is & has been. I've been at my job in the same building for almost 14 years, seeing the same people day in & day out. I've been in my apartment not quite a year, but in the same neighborhood just shy of two years. Again, same people, day in & day out. 20 years is a long time. Many, MANY people have passed through my life in those 20 years, some are still part of it, most aren't. I was only 23 when i moved here, so i spent my randy youth partying hard in this city. I was 33 when i got married, so those 10 years are sort of viewed through an alcohol haze. That's where 90% of those people who passed through my life came & went. I remember them. I wonder, do they, have they for any reason, remember me? More later.... |
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Well, the wheels have been set in motion. Earlier this week i told my landlords i would be moving at the end of May. Today i broke the news to my boss. He was speechless. I've been working for him for 14 years this August. Well, i WOULD have been! i gave him a good 6 weeks notice. 6 weeks as of tomorrow & i'm done there. Now i can really be excited - and i am! Kind of scary too. I've been in this burg for little more than 20 years. When i think about my past, it really doesn't encompass the 23 years that i lived in Wisconsin. I think about all the friends & acquaintances i have met in my 20 years here. My life truly began here in North Carolina. I've had some really great times here, really drunken ones, really drug infused ones too. I've walked through many doors & closed many here. And at the end of May I'll be closing a door that was opened to me 20 years ago. But the door i'll be walking through - being with the Man i've been searching for my whole life.
More later..... |
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Spent the weekend with my Sir. As usual, it was an absolutely fabulous time together. W/we have a tendency to play really hard on O/our weekends together, because W/we can only be together every other weekend. Daddy duty takes precedence on the others. So from about 6 p.m. on Friday until noonish on Sunday, i am His to use as He sees fit. And He sees fit allll night long, all DAY & into the night long, & maybe some "cool down" before He leaves. Which works just great for me, because He keeps me under tight control during the week, even though W/we do manage to see each O/other usually one week night. But for me, it's almost always complete orgasm denial - unless it happens W/we won't see each other prior to the weekend. No playing, no touching, no surfing porn or watching it at home, just His voice.....driving me into twitches & spasms telling me how He'll use me, control me, have me serve Him....and then, He does. Use me, control me, have me serve Him and service Him. Repeatedly. Until every muscle in my body is worn, tired, USED. Until my brain is disconnected & i can barely form a thought & can't talk at all for the most part. Until i'm left laying in a puddle of my own cum with the taste of His lingering in my mouth, panting, moaning, sometimes even whimpering as He strokes my skin, tracing the welts, the lashes, the bites from the dragontails, the heat from the paddle. Soothing me, calming me as the tears dry, the smile lingers & fades & W/we are quiet for a bit, a short time, until the touches get increasingly demanding, the voice gets increasingly crisper, the words changing from soothing whispers to terse commands. His hand wraps in my hair & He looks deep into my eyes. And i smile back at Him, and i am ready to serve Him, as He wishes, again & always.
Tell me, is it a wise thing to love one's Sir, one's Master? Can one not love one's Owner? |
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i think W/we've settled on "smitten"  |
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i was in a mood yesterday - a really good one. my Dom was here over the weekend & it was absolutely marvelous. W/we're going to move in together, but He wants to move to a bigger house first, then i'll move in. Hopefully by the end of June i'll be able to make that move. i'm more sure now than ever before that that is soo what i want. Now i'm entirely impatient for it to happen! LOL Patience has never been a virtue of mine, but age has made me a little more mellow!
i sent Him a text message - "me likes You a fair bit." He brings it up in conversation last nite. "Me thinks you like me more than a fair bit, My slave girl," He says. "I think you're in looooove," He drawls out (okay, Mr. Jersey transplant!!). *am i?* "So, what if i am," says me. "Whatcha gonna do about it, hmmm?"
It's true - Master the mind and the rest will follow. i learned that with my first Master. i absolutely know my Sir can easily, HAS fairly easily, done so. Is this where i say the rest will follow {like lambs to the slaughter}? |
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Whew, subbie crash. i've only had this happen to me once before. i spent an entire Saturday from the moment i got out of bed on the couch. No desire to move & no energy to do so even if i wanted to! Not so lucky this time around. My Sir came up last night - even showed up early & surprised me. W/we had O/our typically great few hours together. Tried out some of His new creations, gave me a lovely trip on the subspace orbiter   Left me with some lovely markings all over. i went to sleep all warm, used, tired & smiling. And then today, the orbiter landed!! Waaay more sore than i should have been, every muscle in my body just tight & aching, so tired it was like i hadn't had a bit of sleep & hungry!! Oh my GOD i was just ravenous all day. That and i know i didn't drink enough fluids as well. It was the most miserable day i've had at work since my last hangover & believe me, it's been at least 8 years since then!! i came home determined to eat myself into a coma. Thank God that wasn't necessary - just some leftovers from last nite, a bottle of water & a can of soda & i feel ever so much better. Unfortunately, i'm still walking a hairline trigger emotionally. That's what God invented Prozac for, right? i haven't had to take any, but at least it's there if i can't hold on. My Sir hasn't seen me crash yet - i told Him about it tonight on the phone. Guess that's one of those bridges that W/we'll cross together soon. When W/we're together 24/7. Don't quite know how to prepare Him for it other than to just let Him see it happen! Fortunately, it doesn't happen often at all. It's only the second time & the first time was several months ago. But now that W/we're together & i'm getting that endorphin/adrenaline trip on a more consistent basis than ever before, i wonder if these "crashes" will occur more often? Maybe it's just that i didn't take as good care of myself as i should have. Let's hope, huh? i wasn't in a great place today, mentally or physically. |
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my former Master, the only one i've had until now, is here on collarme. W/we met through collarme. i won't give His profile name - He's always asked me to respect His privacy, here, on my Yahoo 360 page & in public as well & i won't disrespect Him now or ever. He is a complete Alpha male Dom. He's made me the slave i am today. When i first contemplated this lifestyle, i did a TON of research online about it. Learned what submission is, what is asked OF a submissive, what is given BY the Dom, TPE, everything. And learned the difference between sub & slave. And well, the HELL with being a slave. Give up ALL my rights? Give up ALL say? Give up COMPLETE control? I DON'T THINK SO!!! and then.....i met Him. And He would have nothing other than a slave. And i learned my first true lesson in Master/slave, that being control the mind & the rest will follow. He wasted no time in showing me that He could dominate my mind, and by doing such He could Master my body, heart & soul. The deep connection W/we had almost from the start showed me that i could cross that line & be a slave, trust Him to teach me, guide me, mold me & define me as a slave of His own creation. A piece of clay that under His guidance would become His perfect slave.
W/we were together for 15 months. It ended because, in the end, He wasn't able to give me what i wanted. Yes, even being a slave, i had wants - things that were expressed to Him from the get-go of our relationship. And things that, in the end, broke U/us up. But i learned SO much in that 15 months. i learned that i had the capacity to serve, to submit, to give up my control & my will. To obey without question, to act without hesitation. i learned that i could love with a depth never even contemplated before, and be angry with a fierceness never known before. And that i could be so lost & hurt with a desperation i never want to know again. Even tho W/we're no longer together, He was my first Master, He will always be Master, but more important, He will always be my friend. He still guides me, listens to me, helps me to clear my head when things start to get out of control. He's not perfect, but He was perfect for me, at least for a time. If it wasn't for what He taught me & helped me learn about myself, i wouldn't be here today, in a very happy place with a Dom i'm extremely happy with & VERY lucky to have. |
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God, i come off sounding like such a bitch sometimes!! i AM a bitch - HIS bitch! My last journal post was kinda harsh, but it was just me venting. There have been several times today that a "spotlight" profile prompted me to send a message - beautifully written, beautifully stated thoughts, much thinking behind the words, showing Men of deep character & integrity. Would i were still seeking my Dom/Master, i would have been all over either one of these like a cheap suit!! LOL Sisters, They're out there, worthy Men, capable & able Doms. The weeding isn't fun, but when you find the orchid....ahhhh, the exhaling is amazing! |
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So, i was babbling yesterday about the "spotlight" profiles that i read when i come online. There have been a few that have grabbed my attention for one reason or another. But what really gets my attention first & foremost is the grammar, syntax & spelling. i mean really, first impressions are very important, yes? And reading a profile means that the first impression naturally is going to be all of those. It obviously isn't going to be a physical first impression, altho' it can be considered a mental one. And at this point i'll humbly add the disclaimer that this is only my opinion, but a profile that says nothing but "ASL" and "ask me" is kinda weak. TELL me something. GIVE me some insight into You, the Dominant. Not that i want Your whole life story right out there, but give me a reason to want to talk to You, to get to know You. English was my thing in school, so i pay very close attention to spelling, grammar, syntax. Probably TOO much attention. And here's another kicker - i work on computers. Have for 20 years. i type 100 words a minute & 99 of them are going to be spelled correctly out of the gate. So i have a slight advantage on the "hunt & peck" typers. But sheesh, do Yourselves a favor - take the time to read what You've written, out loud if needs be! Use an online dictionary if You're not sure of the spelling. Have somebody else give it a review. Just know that when You're profile reads like crap, it's not putting out much faith in Your intelligence. Again, it's just my humble opinion. i'd be interested in knowing what other subs/slaves think about it, personally. |
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Well, i've been on collarme for a while now. Maybe it's time i journaled something. i have a blog on my 360 page, which is where i've chronicled my journey in this lifestyle. I'm not really quite sure where to start.
When i log into collarme, i most always read the Dom profiles that pop up in "spotlight". As long as i've been here on collarme, i've never been the one to make first contact with a Dom. Granted, there have been a number of "spotlights" that grabbed my attention for one reason or another, but i've just never made first contact. No, i'm not shy - not by any stretch of the imagination. But i found out really fast upon first posting my profile back in '06 that the chicken coop door was open & the wolves were flooding in. i was contacted by the Man who is now my ex-Master my second day of existence on collarme. W/we clicked, met real-time & i deactivated my profile a few days later.
Yes, i said ex-Master. W/we were together for 15 months, ended last September. In December i broke down & reactivated my profile here. i'm glad i did. If Y/you read my profile now, Y/you'll see it was successful. Plus, i've since joined LaFortress here, & now have many of the members there on my friends list here.
Gonna stick around here & take advantage of this journal. There was a point to this - the "spotlights". Guess i'll continue in my next posting.....
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| Age: 22 |
| Lock haven,
Pennsylvania |
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