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  • --- I adore pet play! I seek one, and only one Dominant who I can give everything to. I can be poly as long as I'm Domming the other sub girls, but vastly prefer monogamy.
  • --- I don't wanna be shared with all your friends; I'm no common whore, I'm Daddy's own personal little slut. I can be that kitty in heat, mewing and begging to be used, with her back arched and her ass swaying in the air in invitation, but only for ONE! I'm not about to be pimped out.
  • --- In public, I am a polite, classy young woman. The entire world does not need to know what be private, special between you and I only
  • --- I am uniquely feline in my submission. I will purrrrrr and kneed upon your lap when happy, mew for your attention, and hiss or run to hide when upset. I prefer something like a "Daddy Dom" but also need somewhat of a Sadist.
  • --- (If you've made it this far, prove it! Tell me your favorite meal!)
  • --- I am not spineless, mindless, weak, nor meek. I have a strong, aggressive personality. I am intelligent, confident, loving, artistic, affectionate, a little bratty, and playful. I submit because it makes me happy to do so, I am comfortable in my place of submission and servitude.
  • --- Your Domination should reach into the furthest corners of my mind. One look, one smile should tell me everything. Even when I'm not at your side, you're in my every thought and every action. I an YOURS, in every sense of the word.
  • --- I wanna be able to fall in love with my owner! BDSM in itself is amazing, but love seems to make it so much sweeter. I want my Dom to also be my partner, my lover, and my close friend. If we cannot find chemistry in our vanilla lives as well as in our world of kink, it won't work out.
  • --- I'm educated with a Bachelor's in Culinary Arts and have a career as a sous chef, both give me the ability to provide for my household.
  • --- I will relocate for the right Dom, but don't expect it to happen within days, or even weeks of conversing. Building a solid, real relationship takes time and patience.
  • --- I am a seasoned mashochist and enjoy all types of pain play. Nothing compares to the look in a Sadist's eyes when he causes me pain, when he enjoys my squirming and whimpering. Some days I'm more of a pain slut than others, but my tolerance is always fairly high. I love crops and floggers, whips and canes. One of my favorite activities is having my entire body pet with vampire gloves! Above all else, I enjoy feeling my Dom's bare hands upon me. Yanking my hair, swatting my ass, wrapping around my throat...there's something special about feeling him touch me as he hurts me
  • --- My limits are pedophilia, incest, scat and piss, fisting, and prostitution.
  • --- (Made it this far? What's your favorite exotic animal?)
  • --- I seek one who understands the pleasure I feel when serving. I want to be allowed to fix your dinner with a glass of wine or scotch and kneel to serve it to you. I wanna feel your warm flesh beneath my hands as I massage aching muscles, chasing the hurts of the day away. I want to wash you in the shower, taking great care not to miss an inch. I can help you dress or undress. All of these things bring a smile to my face. I wish to be your support system, here to make your life both happier and easy. When you're stressed, vent to me! If you're not in the mood for conversation, expect me to crawl to you, your implement of choice between my teeth, and beg for you to take some of those frustrations out upon my flesh.
  • --- Keep me safe, show me affection when I please you, and it will be very worthwhile to have me as your kitten. I will do my best to take care of you and keep a smile upon your face.
  • --- I love to be cuddled, stroked and pet, light scritching behind my ears. There is no feeling that compares to that of my owner's hand, warm and firm, resting upon the back of my neck. It signifies the love he has for me, but also stands as an undeniable symbol of his ownership and complete control over his little pet.
  • --- I love tattoos and piercings and have several of both.
  • --- Vanilla wise...I love to laugh! I'm bratty and sarcastic, maybe a bit too mischievous for my own good. I love to play! Hide and seek (especially when I'm found, then molested in my hiding spot. Hehe!) wrestling or rough housing, or poking and pinching Sir/Daddy while pretending innocence as we watch horror movies....I love it all! I don't think a D/s couple should be above a practical joke or two, when appropriate. I enjoy outdoor activities, from gardening to camping and fishing, or snuggling around a ginormous, roaring fire. I'm also secretly a gamer geek from time to time. But, shhhh....I'm also a gym rat! I wake up at 5 A.M. every Monday through Saturday to workout for at least an hour? Why? Cuz it feels amazing! I leave sweaty, energized, and ecstatic! Sure, I'm still a little fluffy, but I've gained muscle (bet your ass I'll make that roughhousing a challenge!) and the entire goal is simply to be healthier, anyway.
  • (If you made it to the end, tell me your favorite vacation spot!)

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4/11/2014 10:56:45 AM
Is it too much to ask to plead with you to build a blanket fort with me, to snuggle in it as we watch anything from cartoons to scary movies? (but I'll bury my face in your arm for the icky parts) Can we dig out the crayons and coloring books, or all the pretty little paint pens that I love so much and color lovepy little pictures? Will you brush my wet hair after a shower befpre you tuck me into bed and snuggle up beside me? Can you laugh after spanking my ass until it's red and welted because I played a little practical joke, flaunting the inner brat that lurks beneath a sweet, playful grin? Can you wrestle with me, rough house until I'm all sweaty and giggling, squirming because you won't just let me win easily? There is an inner little, one that needs these things...maybe not all the time....but if the answer to any of these questions is a flat-out NO, you are not for me. I do need Dominance, I do need Sadism....but I also need love, and affection. I need to be cherished. I need to be your babygirl.

4/5/2014 9:25:35 PM

Today was a baking day! Dark chocolate cupcakes with a whipped orange chocolate ganache filling and orange zest cream cheese buttercream icing, then pineapple cupcakes with coarsely chopped bits of maraschino cherries and a brown sugar buttercream icing. Where are my cupcake tasters???


4/4/2014 7:43:59 PM
Had a lovely spa day....full body waxing and massage, mud bath, facial, manicure and pedicure....bought some gorgeous (though expensive) pieces of jewelry, as well as a couple pairs of 'Fuck Me' heels. Now my only concern....how the hell do I masterbate with these damn acrylic French tips?? *giggles* First time I've ever pampered myself that way, but dammit I deserve it with these 70 hour work weeks!!

4/2/2014 6:40:41 AM
I'm trying my best to respond to each message promptly and with appropriately detailed content, but working two jobs (one of which is full-time) has made this rather difficult. I apologize for not being particularly loquacious, being online means I'm eating into my already minuscule sleeping time between jobs and obviously it's bound to screw with my communication skills eventually! I ask that you be patient, respectful.....I am working towards a goal that means the world to me. Even with the lack of sleep and free time...it's so, so worth it!

2/25/2014 8:27:26 AM

I'm perfect the way I am honey. I'm tall, I'm muscular, I'm broad shouldered. I work out every morning from five to seven, I have a carefully structured diet I strictly follow. You want that perfect little blue-eyed blonde girl that's 100 pounds soaking wet? You go get her! But don't think for one second that I will ever feel bad about myself because I'm not her. I am sexy, strong, confident. I happen to LOVE myself! I may have my flaws, but I embrace them as part of who I am. You're not perfect, you're far from it just like I am. The difference is that I can accept myself as is, but still strive for more. I can still BE more. Regardless, I do it for myself. I do it because I deserve better, I crave progress over perfection. You say I need to lose 500 pounds? You need to get your teeth fixed because the tweakers I've met have an award winning smile in comparison, perhaps see a little sunshine instead of the inside of your mother's basement for once because you're so pale you're practically translucent, and stop picking at your acne...the scars and pits in your face make you look twice your age. I am a work in progress, my dear, but I AM making progress. My looks aren't important, but my health sure as hell is. Obese isn't healthy, but neither is the anorexia you find so attractive. I was 250 pounds at eighteen when my heart stopped. I've lost 80 pounds. EIGHTY FUCKING POUNDS! Why? I'm too mother fucking awesome to accept death as an option.


2/18/2014 1:58:50 PM
Thank you for the entertainment, you silly little soft cock bitch boy, but your attempts to hurt my feelings failed. Adorable, the obsession you have with me, but I'm not interested. Not because of your race, but because you happen to be a silly, little boy playing "Dominant". I'm better than you for many reasons, but my skin color has nothing to do with it. Go play in traffic! *mwah*

2/17/2014 11:47:21 AM
Okay my friends, I feel as though this goes without saying but I'm gonna go ahead and throw it out there anyway due to recent conflict: If you've had an intimate relationship with any of my siblings, who're also kinky, I'm not interested in you! That just weirds me out! ---- Also, for fuck's sake, don't start these long, interesting conversations with me and tell me how nuch you like me just to randomly block me. You mother fuckers are frustrating the hell outta me!!!

2/13/2014 12:49:06 PM
Excerpt Three --- He continued to watch her, allowing his overly excited manhood to soften within the confines of his pants as he thought of his newly acquired pet. His mind faded back to the first time he ever saw her. The bar was crowded that night, the music nearly at an eardrum bursting volume and the air hazy with acrid clouds of cigarette smoke, when his eyes met those of a charismatic beauty who was surrounded by friends and hopeful suitors alike. Her smile was heart stopping, her teeth brilliantly white in stark contrast against her full, berry stained lips. Her eyes flitted to one of her female companions, infectious laughter bubbling up from her slender throat in response to a murmured joke he failed to hear. Her hair shone like liquid gold as it hung down her back in soft waves, though the darker roots beginning to peek through near her part suggested a natural brunette. Auburn, perhaps? He found himself wondering what she'd look like sans dye. She wore little make-up, if any....a look he rarely saw on women these days but surely appreciated.She glanced at him, a subtle blush rising in her cheeks when she again met his gaze. He arched an eyebrow at her, lifting his glass of bourbon to his lips. He invited the slow burn in his belly, as well as a bit of the liquid courage. She turned and he couldn't help but admire her nicely rounded ass as well as her long, shapely legs, the majority of which were bared by her dangerously short dress. She seemed toned, muscular...not overly so, but she was definitely a woman who took care of her body. She turned again to face him, still distracted by her friends and he nearly choked on his drink when he noticed that the front of her outfit dipped nearly to her navel. The creamy flesh of her perfect breasts were revealed, nearly to the nipple. It'd only take one miscalculated movement and he could see heaven! His hands ached to squeeze them, his lips twitched as he mused what her smooth skin might taste like. He also couldn't help but wonder what kind of panties she wore beneath that satin dress, if any. His mouth watered at the thought of the shimmery satin pressing against the 'V' between her thighs. How did she groom? How soft was her skin? He pictured his own face between those thighs, inhaling her musk and pressing soft kisses into her bare mound. His cock stiffened as he imagined wrapping his arms around her thighs to keep her where he wanted her and tonguing her, tasting her...laving her clit and driving his tongue into her depths as she writhed. What would that ass look like swaying in invitation as she knelt on hands and knees before him? Her ass would look absolutely beautiful with his hand prints reddening it. His eyes returned to her face and he found her staring at him, undoubtedly watching him as he drank in her loveliness. He set the glass down and crooked an index finger at her, gesturing for her to join him. She seemed to consider it, though for only a moment, before excusing herself from the group and making her way through the crowd to where he leaned against the bar. He inhaled her scent, intoxicated by the hints of vanilla and warm brown sugar that followed her. Mmm, would she be flavored to match her perfume? She appeared nervous but extended her hand anyhow, where he was pleased to see no ring upon her finger. "Kira", she stated simply, flashing him yet another dazzling smile. He lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss into the back of it. "Gabriel..."

2/12/2014 12:18:34 PM
Excerpt Two! ---- Kira's eyes widen, her fear rolling off her in waves as she whimpers. He slides the finely sharpened point of his blade down the curve of her neck, bringing it to rest at the hollow of her throat with just enough pressure for her to feel the cool steel against her flesh. He leans in, catching her earlobe between his teeth in a delicate nibble. His hot breath fans the side of her face and neck, pressing the knife-point harder into her skin until he elicits another soft whimper from his prey. Instead of cutting her, he slips his blade beneath the collar of her nearly sheer blouse and splits it down the middle. Kira's eyes squeeze tightly shut, unwilling to accept where this was leading, and she felt the cool steel slide beneath her bra straps to easily sever through the silky ribbons. He pulls both articles from her body, allowing a moan to escape his lips as he frees her luscious breasts. They were beautiful, creamy globes with dusky nipples that tightened as they were revealed to the chilled air in the room. They looked just big enough to fit perfectly in his large hands, he guessed her at a C or D cup. Oh, how stunning they would look in shades of purple, blue, and green when he finally made them his. He pictured them, bruised and swollen from abuse....perhaps pierced, and couldn't stop himself from touching them. He had waited more than long enough to touch his Kira. She whined as she felt him take one breast in his hand, gently squeezing the firm mound. Her porcelain skin was so smooth, his mouth watered as he circled the nipple with the pad of his thumb. "Mmmm, see that pet?" told her, "They crave my touch." She shook her head emphatically, words tumbling from her lips before she had a chance to stop them, "You're a fucking psycho!!". His grip became like iron, squeezing tighter and tighter until she thrashed from side to side. He bent then, taking her nipple between his teeth. He bit viciously, torturing the sensitive nub until the girl wailed. He suckled, once again tasting her blood, and laved her nipple. His mouth moved up towards where her breast curved and he again bit down until he was satisfied he had broken the flesh, before he abruptly released her and stalked away. Kira listened to his footsteps grow farther and farther away before she again began to cry, almost hysterically. Was he just going to leave her there to die?? "Just let me go, please...", She sobbed, "I'll never tell, I'll do whatever you want, just let me go home!". He sat just out of view in a dark corner, amused as he watched her half hearted struggles. He unzipped his jeans, allowing his hard length to spring free. He wrapped his hand around it and slowly stroked himself, a muffled groan coming from between his teeth as he watched her. The blood had dried on her arms, and the bindings around her wrists looked partially embedded in the wounds. He nearly felt sorry for her before reasoning it was her own fault, her own fighting that caused the injury. His Kira was still crying, her running mascara painting her face into an odd mask, and her entire body seemed to tremble with every breath she took. His breath caught as his gaze lingered on her heaving breasts. They made him throb with the desperate need to take her. She had the most perfect skin he had ever laid eyes on....and he couldn't wait to mar it. After a few minutes, he forced himself to stop. He wanted his first load to be deep inside his prize and the simple act of watching her misery was bringing him dangerously close to cumming. He released his erection and stuffed it uncomfortably back into his pants, wincing as the teeth of the zipper grazed his hyper-sensitive flesh. She was going to cum before he did, he would make sure of it.

2/12/2014 7:59:36 AM
Kira awoke, her mind cloudy. Her lovely emerald eyes opened, her vision swimming, and she tried to shake the haze that surrounded her brain. Her stomach churned and clenched, threatening to spill it's contents. She swallowed hard then cursed under her breath. Her throat was dry and burned, a silent scream for even a sip of water to stave off the thirst. God her head hurt! Why the fuck was it so dark?? She went to brush the hair from her eyes and was horrified to find she couldn't even raise her arm. She tried harder to move, finding herself stiff and very, very stuck. "What the hell?", she murmured, her own voice sounding loud and foreign in her ears. She lifted her head as her eyes adjusted to the inky blackness of the room. Her eyes widened, taking in her surroundings, as she abruptly realized this wasn't her apartment. A cry erupted from her throat as she also realized why she couldn't move. Rope looped tight around her wrists, stretching her arms high above her head. More bound her ankles, spreading and securing her thighs almost painfully far apart. Kira began to scream, tears stinging in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Her mind recoiled, unable to fathom what was happening to her. This was only a bad dream, this just had to be a nightmare! She began twisting and squirming, trying desperately to loosen the ropes. After nearly an hour, she realized it was pointless. She realized this was all too real. Blood trickled down her forearms, the flesh her wrists having been rubbed raw from her desperate struggling. Her throat felt just as raw from her franticcries for help, now only allowing the softest of whispers to come forth. She ran hertongue across her dry lips, her mind racing to dredge up any memory of how she'd ended up in her current predicament. Her heart pounded in her chest, her eyes darting back and forth, scanning the room. She heard breathing and recognized it as something other than her own. A whimper escapes her lips, realizing that somebody is watching her. "Help me....?", she managed to croak out, fervently hoping this person isn't the reason she's here. Her hopes die as quickly as they were ignited as a shadowy figure moves towards her, a soft laugh echoing through the darkness. "Ohh, little one....I've spent so long watching you, now that I've got you why would I let you go??". A deep, masculine voice reaches her ears, the undeniably dark intent behind it making her shudder. She notes the light Southern drawl. He steps closer and she shrinks back as far as her bonds will allow. "Little Kira..." He coos, almost lovingly. "H...how do you know my name?", she softly asks, fear crawing up her spine. "Oh kitten, I know everything about you!". His fingers play with one frayed end of rope near her ankle before dancing up her calf, up her thigh, and coming to rest on her hip. "I know where you live....lived," He continued, feeling the warmth of her body through her thin shirt as his touch ventures further upward. His breath caught in his throat, it felt so good to finally be so close to her. Her delicious scent filled his nostrils and tugged at his sanity, threatening to drive him over the edge. He grabbed a handful of her hair suddenly, unhappily gazing upon her newly dyed violet locks, and cruelly yanked. "I know you're naturally a brunette." She bit hard into her lip to stifle a yelp as her head jerked and he smiled to himself. He touched her full lups with his free hand, running his thumb over the indentations left by her teeth. "And I know, little slut, how many people you've let FUCK that pretty mouth of yours", He finished. At this, she began to once again fight against the ropes that held her, tears finally spilling down her pale cheeks. She moved to bite the thumb that still caressed her lower lip, but he was quicker than she. He swiftly retracted his hand and slapped her, hard. Once, twice, three times. Her head snapped to the side and her cheek burned, causing her to cry harder. He groaned, his cock beginning to throb and harden at the lovely sound of her choked sobs. He put his hand at her throat, squeezing until he felt her heartbeat wildly thrumming beneath his palm. She managed a soft whine and he released her, focusing on the streaks of blood on her lightly muscled arms. He ran his index finger along one crimson trail then lifted his finger to his mouth. He tongue snaked out to taste blood and he moaned, savoring the metallic flavor. When the digit was clean, he knelt beside his restrained prize, tilting her head until she faced him. Her lips trembled as he leaned in, the tip of his tongue coming out to chase a single tear. He looked deeply into her eyes, a smile appearing as he read her fear, and maybe.....arousal? Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled a long, shining, silver blade from his pocket and waved it in front of her. "My pet..." He murmured, lips against her ear, "You are going to suffer so beautifully for me...." ---- This is only a small excerpt.

2/12/2014 7:12:32 AM
I'm tired of being asked, mostly because I don't see why it's so important, but I list my ethnicity as mixed because I am. I am Hawaiian, Asian, and Latina. Happy now? Stop asking!

1/27/2014 5:26:53 PM
Posted a photo of my shoulder blade tattoo. Bonus points for telling me what it's of!

1/26/2014 11:58:56 AM
Vanilla life....I've got my degree but am currently seeking schooling in the medical field. Why? I'm bored! I love hitting the gym, feeling that burn, and getting sweaty and icky. I volunteer as an advocate for child victims of sexual and physical abuse. I LOVE music! I'm always singing and dancing around the house, and belong to an a capella group. I adore being outdoors! Camping, gardening, fishing, hiking, or just laying in the grass to sun myself. I'm a huge horror film buff, but also dig poorly dubbed kung fu and silly comedy movies. I play a few video games: League of Legends, Fable, Bioshock, and Pokemon games. I often ragequit though, I don't have the patience for em! Haha

1/19/2014 9:29:09 AM
I am the rose. I am lovely all on my own, surely. But with a trellis, a D/s relationship, I have support and I have structure. It allows me to weave myself around it, within it, and to reach heights I never could have on my own. The gardener, my Dom, nutures me. He shields me from the sleet and snow, knowing how the icy winds of life might damage me. He places me in warm, loving sunlight that I may have previously shied away from. He helps me to bloom bigger, brighter and trims away the wilting, distasteful parts of me that take away from my true purpose. He trims away my thorns so he's more able, and more willing, to get close without being pricked. Only with him, do I have the tools for success. Without the trellis or the gardener, I could still be a pretty little wild rose. But, with the aid of both, I have reached my full potential. I have flourished. I am beautiful. I am here to find my gardener.

1/18/2014 11:17:08 AM
My Passion? Food! I am a gourmet chef, and I absolutely love every minute of it. I put my heart and soul into every dish that I create. I am a perfectionist through and through when it comes to my food, if it isn't perfect, it doesn't see the table! So what if it's a simple salad? What if the salad was the one thing a customer was looking forward to the most? You halfass the salad, toss it haphazardly on the plate, and have succeeded in ruining their entire experience. I adore gardening as well! I delight in planting my own ingredients and herbs, singing and talking to them as they grow, until the day comes when I can finally use them in my cooking. Grocery shopping day is my favorite day! Especially if there are local farmer's markets and ethnic grocery shops! ^.^ Food, not unlike music, can bring all types of people together without them even having to speak the same language. A certain dish, or even a specific, carefully selected spice blend can bring back memories and feelings from times past. Every culture in the world has something different to the table, and it's ALL delicious!

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sluttyvera
 
 Age: 34
 El Paso, Texas