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I was getting my chores done to slowly last weekend and am being punished.Sunday night I recieved 20 strikes to the sole of each foot and must crawl instead of walk until this coming Sunday.I am allowed to stand to load and unlod that washer dryer dishwasher etc. But I must crawl at all other times.Mistress Tabitha had fun today following me as she made me crawl several laps around the inside of the house slapping my on my bottom and even my cunnie lips as she said "hurry up puppy, hurry up".Not walking for a week is MUCH more difficult than I imagined. Catagories Master,slave, Dom, sub...don't say much. They are like cities, but you still have the districts, the neigborhouds, the streets..and the houses.
The human behind a slave or sub goes way deeper than the title. But after a few years in BDSm you know that..and it is still full of supprises..as you meet different people over and over. I guess that is why experience doesn't always say much. Yes skills can be interesting for a whip or shibari....but for the person behind it "experience" everytime starts over and over. (even with the same person after several years).
Just a reminder about the terms CIS and heterosexual
“Cisgender" refers to gender identity, specifically someone whose gender identity aligns with the sex they were assigned at birth, not sexual orientation, as "heterosexual" does. Heterosexual is a person who is sexually or romantically attracted exclusively to people of the other sex. Since editing a profile will take me offline for a period of time I will update my situation and desires in my journal.
#1 I reside in Temecula, CA. My profile text still refers to Riverside, which was my prior city. Those who whish to serve me, will be willing to come to Temecula.
#2 I have a female partner, who is fully aware of my activities on this site and encourages my search for a sub. She will not be sexually involved in my relationships.
#3 A live-in 24/7 arrangement is currently not available. My desire is someone to serve on regular visits. How much submissive time you can give me when not in-person, is up for discussion.
#4 I very much wish to have an in-person relationship with my sub. However, while Covid is raging, I will entertain an online relationship, with the possibility of transition to real-time later. I am tired of waiting for this thing to “blow over”, so I will do what I can in the meantime. I do hope that spring of 2022 will be a better time to meet.
#5 On the subject of Covid, we are both full vaccinated and boosted. But we have a family member, in regular close proximity to us, who is immune compromised. We have to be very careful about meeting during the pandemic. This situation is, hopefully, temporary.
#6 I enjoy correspondence, but if someone reaches out to me for the first time with a short one liner, I am not interested. Tell me about yourself in a short paragraph and you will likely get a response from me. After 10 years of being on this site, my collar and cage remain empty so I have finally decided to abandon my search here. While I am sure there are some devoted subs out there, apparently there is no true interest in ownership by an old queer like me, so time to move on. I am leaving the profile intact for a while to keep in touch with a few friends and close acquaintances that I have gotten to know over the years until I can let them know how to keep in touch. Thanks greatly to the flakes and fakes on here for all the b.s. and wasted time! Just remember Karma can be a real bitch!! Not telling you where I'm going next, so figure it out for yourselves! Good luck finding someone else to feast on! I have long been fascinated by the basic concept of "How". How do I develop actual power over a sub. How do I instill a true mindset of submission or devotion. How do I get and keep control/power over a whole person. How do I actually mold someone, train them. How do I create an environment where I can unleash myself.
How do I get the results that I desire.
One thing I've learned is that people develop a core let's say picture of themselves. They develop this idea of who they are in their head, how does she talk, walk, dress, think, her desires, priorities, perceptions, etc etc. Once we have this image in our head this definition of who we are, our minds will do mental backflips to rationalize anything that might challenge this. There is an incredible inertia against any form of challenge or change. Even if you want to change, even if you want to be someone else, it's climbing a mountain.
I have met all too many submissive women who on the face of things are willing to do an endless litany of gross, dirty, rough things. Their minds then go through this incredible process of rationalization and narrative building to square that in a way that doesn't challenge their inner self. They will then balk at something incredibly simple that invades their non submissive compartmentalization.
One of the core pillars in my philosophy of dominance is to challenge her conception of herself. If I can subjugate your idea of who you are, I can move the real you in so many possible directions. Real power and dominance is not about how hard I can hit you or making you do the grossest things I can think of, it is about owning the idea of you. Once that is done the possibilities are endless.
Extremely few Mistresses/Masters have actually the capability; the discipline, the economic and mental ability to keep a slave. The problem is that many Dominants takes Ownership easy, proclaiming themselves Mistress-Masters and disregard the gravity of these facts due to lack of experience and commitment.
Most who think they want slavery are really looking for D/s
As you can now better understand: Dominance and Submission, or D/s, is not equal to "slavery".
To be submissive is more close to what 99% of those who claim they want to be a "slave", really wants. A submissive has a degree (no matter how tiny) of influence over the relationship. A submissive retains (no matter how few or how ineffectual) rights and liberties; while a Dominant might be able to assuage some of the power a submissive retains, the submissive does, in fact, retain the real power.
A real slave has no such power whatsoever. In fact, a slave has nothing at all, only what their owner grants them and that can be taken away without warning. A slave has only such “rights”, “liberties” and “influence” that their owner may, or may not, allow them.
An owner can give the world to their slave, but, in a heartbeat, an owner can take everything back from a slave leaving them, truly, with nothing at all.
A slave has no claim to any power whatsoever. A slave has no entitlement to influence anything.
A slave no longer has any claims to natural civil rights or liberties. Whatever a slave might have has been given to them by their owner, and even then it is an illusion as, in reality, the owner owns the slave – therefore the owner owns everything the slave appears to own.
A slave does not have possessions – a slave is a possession. Some people say that, in a D/s relationship, the submissive holds the real power; that a dominant "needs" a submissive, needs their “gift” of submission. That is not the case with a slave.
A submissive deserves respect; respect as a lover, respect as a person, respect as a partner. A submissive maintains the prerogative to choose the level to which they submit; and these levels may vary throughout the relationship. In a D/s relationship, the submissive really controls every aspect of the relationship in a passive manner.
In slavery there exists no “topping from the bottom”. In slavery owner controls absolutely everything with unchangeable power and real authority. (If you had the discipline and invested the time to get that far with your reading, kindly prove Me this by writing "total devotion" with capitals in your message to Me).
Generally estimating, most Dominants could not handle the force and power of the authority of an owner, and most "submissive" would vehemently defy the idea of absolute,total and real ownership. Which is perfectly fine, and expected.
So: now that I have exhaustively attempted to depict the definition of real slavery, and if you still think you are, or want to become a ‘real’ slave, or if you believe you are ready to, and capable of, being a slave or owning your own slave(s), you may pursue with your plans.
This is the basic philosophy of BDSM slavery.
If you don’t share it that is, of course, your prerogative.
And if you, finally, are one of the very few genuine slaves, remember:
THINK CAREFULLY BEFORE YOU COMMIT BECAUSE IT WILL BE YOUR LAST ACT OF FREE WILL. BE WISE, CHOOSE RIGHT.
Intentional Inequality
Every so often I come across an image, video, a passage that strikes me a certain way or fascinates me. Often times it conceptualizes a broad concept I've had in my head. I found one recently that has stuck with me.
"Consensual romantic inequality" or as I prefer it "Consensual intimate inequality"
Dominance based upon the myth of your own superiority is simply uncritical, a zero sum game that you can never actually win. This is separate of course from the synergistic idea that if you wish to dominate you should strive to become the best version of yourself even if it takes you a lifetime. My dominance is about having a vision and a will to pursue it, it is based upon a hunger inside me, and simply what is the reality in which everything in me aligns. I do not convince, pursue, coerce, or force.
Likewise I do not subscribe to the concept of submission as a form of weakness or incapability. You are not inferior simply because submission calls to you. It takes a considerable amount of personal fortitude to engage in authentic submission, of course I'm not including submission that isn't submission. Many times submissives can be incredibly put together and competent of course once you move past their defenses you realize how empty and lost they actually are inside. Not because of incapability but because they are not living the reality in which everything aligns.
My story
Where to start ? I like many Tgs, I started at a very young age , i was treated different , family members dressed me in effeminate clothes, and taught me domestic skills , sewing cooking, cleaning , serving food and beverage to others. Already trained as a feminine physical submisive by the time I was 6 . I had my first encounter with 2 sisters that lived across the street. We were playing in their back yard , and they had me get in a big cardboard box.. Where I grew up backyards were very large and acre or 2 so a backyard seemed immense, and you could be isolated yet still be in the yard . Amy way they started telling me a story about giant would challange their pray , before they devoured it. As they told the story , they had me strip , to show the spiders I would follow the orders , soon I was in a box naked with the girls holding my clothes . My last test to prove to the spider I should not be devoured would be to stay in the box until they returned . I stayed in the box the rest of the day until it got dark . Then the oldest sister came out and dropped my clothes in the box and told me I could go and one day would make someone very happy. I got dressed and hurried home as fast as I could , but i had missed dinner and it was dark , two rules icouldn't break. I walked into the house to the waiting belt of my father and the screams and swats of my mother for being late . Though the pain was intense I was used to it , to me this is how parents showed theoir love. And unknown to me at the time was about to come next in the new house . Sometimes I still wonder what happened to the sisters they moved a few weeks later , and my family moved a months later. Forced Fem and Humiliation might not be so bad after all
A couple of years ago my Master thought up a new way to humiliate me when he bought a little frilly French maids costume online. He plan was initially to make me wear it while I did chores around the house. He wasn't in to TVs or sissies he just thought it would amuse him to see me walk to the end of the garden to put bags of rubbish in the bin especially as the garden faced a busy street. He also found it funny to lock the door behind me so I would spend a while cowering outside trying not to be seen before he opened the door again. Don't worry the humiliation wasn't a bad thing it could just get a little cold out there sometimes. He also used to make me wear it when his friends visited to serve them drinks.
It was on one of those visits with Masters friend constantly putting his hand up my skirt (sanctioned by Master) that the subject of it being cold outside came up. The friend suggested only the dress wasn't enough I should at least have proper underwear and at least 1 pair of stockings. Master agreed and one day I came home to the additions to my new outfit sitting on the table. I was instructed to go and try them on. After a few struggles with the stockings I came out to show Master. He approved and showed me how much by ensuring that my new knickers I had only had for 10 minutes needed to go into the wash.
Now when I did chores I was properly dressed and Masters friends seem to like it too.
I liked it too.
I was never a sissy but I looked forward to dressing up, even running to the bins never seemed so bad. I confess I have dressed up sometimes since, and would like someone who likes it to push me bit more. RigidityI have recently discovered something about my psyche. I have a very rigid mind, or at least when it comes to roles. I like dominants to be dominant, and subs to be subs. I like hierarchies, both parties knowing their place makes a relationship work, i feelBut my mentality has a few downsides too: Once roles are realised, i don't know if i can ever see someone in a different light. If a dominant wants to submit for a change, i can't handle that, If they start acting contrary to their established role, it just causes damage to my mental image of that person, and my respect for them
I also group kinks into these rigid roles. There are a variety of things that i feel are "submissive acts", and a dominant doing them makes me uncomfortable in the same way, even if they are just doing the things they want to do. These include things like:
-consuming urine
-wearing chastity
-Worshipping feet
-being penetrated
-Begging, or pleading
And to a certain lesser extent, rimming and giving oral
The list is not exhaustive
These are all things that i, as a sub, am generally comfortable and happy with, But i can't really deal with a dominant choosing or maybe even wanting to do these things, it feels wrong. Amd I get "the ick"
These have largely not been a problem, but there are a few edge cases where i talk to someone promising, and then they reveal wanting to do stuff like this, and it kills everyting.
Not all at once though, i try to explain whats wrong, they usually understand, don't talk about those desires again for a while. But unfulfilled desire always resurface, and someone who wants to be penetrated is eventually going to ask me again to do it. And again, and again.
I guess we can say that "dominants doing submissive things" is one of my hard limits. it makes me irreconcileably uncomfortable and wears down the respect i have for a person.
I dont think i can change the way i think,maybe others can't either.
i'm seeking a dominant who likes this kind of rigid hierarchy too. "I once has a slave or should I say they once had me?"
You/you can say all the negative stuff about this site and most of it is true, except that there are many real people here. I've met a few and been amazed by just who does lurk behind these profiles. "Some are freaking scary and some are friends."
Im looking forward to the holidays. I love Thanksgiving and Christmas or at least cooking the dinners . My favorite time to go wild in the kitchen. And Please do not bother messaging me if you are a Sadist and can't respect my limits. Yes I have lots of limits but that just means I know what I do not like. Do not try to argue with me about them or say that I should consent to them. I will not, there is a story behind many of them so no I don't have to share my reasoning behind it. I do not care if you have trained married women before, that doesn't mean that every single married woman is going to consent to your so called training especially if you blow off their limits like its nothing.
What gets me though is telling me that flogging is all about sadism and pain, its really not and if you are a real Dom you would know that. There are many types of flogging impliments and many are not painful at all, I prefer thuddy impliments because they don't hurt yet will still get a reaction out of me. Just like you can't tell me that loosing feeling in part of your body while in bondage is just "part of the experience." No it is not, if you start to loose feeling that means something might be going wrong, I know this because a so called rope Dom told me it was "part of the experience" when I said my hands had gone numb, but a real rope Dom had told me that wasn't true so yes I know quite a few things don't bother trying to test me I will call you out on your bs. Having fun doing scheduling and booking all of the models for footnight event.
Always spending time researching and being sure the people who attend are true fetishists. No fakes. Getting some feedback on why we are so choosy. Is this bad? When learing of different fetishes and participating. Never wanted to play as a fake. Always wanted to be clear that a fetish is respected and the energy exchange is coming from a true place.
FN, being around since 2002, the fact that foot fetish is so open and mainstream now, we do try to respect it for those who are not just trying to make rent or pay their cell bill, but have a community that does not judge and understands foot worship.
Are we wrong? I don't think so. Respect and trust goes right next to consent. Don't you?
FootNight Savage Haven't posted in a while..so here we go..guess we're gonna find out what 52 is like this year. Expectation are set high. Think I'm finally starting to settle into life here. Worked out a work schedule so that I can also have a life, which has worked wonders on mood these days. I really do think I've found my people here, and am happy that my friend moved with me. Now I'm gonna slowly get to know the more about the area and it's people, and the interesting things here. Eventually truly get back into play and the scene here, baby steps. Observing the local community for the outside..lol I'm not really a people person, and I keep my group small. I'm not made for the week so take that how you wish. But no I'm not looking at this time, I said EVENTUALLY. System bug, it seems
Different Journal listing at collarspace.com/USERNAME
versus different at:
https://www.collarspace.com/personals/v/THEIRuserNUMBERhere/details.htm
In the former their most recent journal entry is 11/29/2021 4:39:27 PM but in the latter it does show their excellent 1/9/2022 1:16:55 PM Journal entry.
Reloading browser page doesn't fix. With system issues like this, you have to wonder whether there is no Message button because they wish to hide, like maybe too many emails following their Journal post, or whether that's a software problem too.
Anyway here's what they wrote: "Most of us don't know what we really want. We have vague unrealistic general hopes (such as wanting a lottery win), but when asked to name our specific realistic goals we often struggle. It's probably because so much of our life is bound up in everyday survival - the endless toll of 24-hour emails and social media, plus all the issues and stresses we're dealing with take their toll on our ability to dream and make those dreams come true. "
Great point. While it won't solve all these personal and societal issues, I highly recommend meditation or other mindfulness practice (there are others) as one part of one's toolkit and regular weekly, if possible daily, routine. That's for all of us, regardless of BDSM identity, gender etc.
Wishing everyone a great week ahead. Or at least a bearable one, haha.
Literally every time I answer an email that doesn't meet the criteria in my profile, every time, I regret it. It doesn't matter if I am being kind, cruel, polite, rude, helpful or pedantic.
If they couldn't read the profile and write three sentences the first email, they won't go back and figure it out later. Within three messages I am faced with literally nothing to work with to write a response. I have thoroughly wasted my time and am faced with the same decision I should have made with the first email - block, delete, and go on with my day. Except now I am irritated with myself for making the exception and being proven wrong for giving them a chance. I'm back looking for a few subs of my own. I haven't really played much in the past 24 months. I'm now single and looking for fun subs. Preferably local, or within easy travel distance. Don't be offended if I don't answer your message, I get so many I just don't have time. Profiles without pictures won't get a reply unless pictures are sent with the message. I hate time wasters and bull shit! If you lie you're gone. I would consider a sub outwith the uk if travel here is easy, or a country I'm planning on visiting soon. If I contact you, it is because I have looked at your location and the consequential logistics such as cost, travel time and whether I think we might get along based on what dribble your profile says about you, your needs and your interest list appeals. So hitting me with "I think you are too far away is really annoying"
If your profile says you are in the UK as a location, don't get all flustered when I ask you for more precise location information, Your nearest Post Code reference IE LS means Leeds would be sufficient I've not made a Journal Entry in a Long Time. I would be fine with a LTR or even Live In or Married if circumstances led to that. Though since like 2020 or longer have been dealing with Diverticulosis along with Mobile Cecum resulting in a lot of Abdominal Pain to say the least. I could not figure out what was wrong thinking was just Lazy and Crazy. Seems like everything has been on a downward spiral or nothing works out quite right. RL stuff beyond my control has contributed to making this more difficult heh. Was not until I read people writing stuff about Kristalose medication that started to realize was quite sane. They would talk about the exact issues was having or details a strainger would not be able to know. Really its just an additive in every country except the USA. Its like a Lactose that you just are unable to digest which can give a movement in 24 to 48 hours.
I'm an Organic Vegetarian so unless its Tube Steak for something haha. Pretty dedicated to keeping up my diet and exercise. Really would be nice to get married have kids but doubt that will happen heh. Really avoid piercing as anemic so bleeding is not good for that condition haha. Site used to be really active now its mostly stagnated. Funny my string code is basically Restless. I remember reading the CT Scan saying how organs moved since the last one not that long ago heh. That freaked me out a bit. Supposedly as many as 10 to 20 percent of population has Mobile Cecum. Usually you have part of intestine removed like Brock if something gets infected. I'm like a garden hose that is wound up or knotted or leaking fluid from what I can gather. Most seem to die or collapse needing surgery to avoid that fate. Seems like it will eventaully need an operation unless it fixes itself by some miracle. The cramps or abdominal pain was really crippling like another level of pain beyond Thunderdome. I could not even believe it as would feel fine then all of a sudden. Its like having the diet was not enough to avoid this issue. Even if do everything right in life can still fail utterly and totally.
Being owned by Some Rich Femdom is often a Fantasy not Reality. Though that nearly happend for me over two decades ago. I doubt it would have been a great match. As really need somebody who fits what are ideal at or into. Certain things are prety neutral or do not make or break a deal. Height is not a real issue as it can be good to be taller or shorter. Women should weigh less than me in general not this BBW which we all know to be BS hehe. Having interests where can talk or communicate about other aspaspects is always a positive too. I've moved from NY to Alcoa Maryville area of Tennessee. I luv exploring fantasy fetish kink n role plays and enjoy upbeat positive minded types who may sometimes also share a luv for the playful sensual side of play. I'm especially interested in finding a bi female who would luv to fill the sister-pimp kind of role... Enjoys helping me build and grow a fairly natural fem identity ideally moving as close as able to passable-ish in closest way I can. She should be able to play dom sub or middle roles with both myself or others we may choose to include which may ideally settle out to a small core of connected poly family lifestylers. Theres lots of room to share ideas and flesh out the characters and roles. If your interested send me a message and let's talk and see if we might share a fun n mischievous sorta chemistry. I should have sum more to come to this journal section soon thanx all Thought for the day
"Everything will be alright in the end and if it's not alright, then it's not the end."
The best exotic marigold hotel. I am a dominant woman who expaspects to be pampered, prioritized, and properly served. I lead a queen-level lifestyle and I’m seeking submissives who genuinely enjoy making my life easier... I do not believe in lifting a finger when capable hands are available. Domestic service is a must: a clean home, thoughtful assistance, errands handled without me asking twice, and attentive care (yes, massages included). If you enjoy being useful, organized, and anticipatory—this may be for you.
I don't date Christians, they get all weirded out by my religion
I am Socialist/Communist, I am as Liberal as it gets and I dislike Conservative politics with a passion!!!
I am introverted but I still go to protests and take part in activism. I do a lot of things to make the world a better place and there is no excuse for anyone to not try when they live on this planet.
Unless you live in a country other than the US LGBTQ+ is VERY much legal and I am part of LGBTQ+
Reading is great, must read at least 12 books (for pleasure) a year
I don't do exercising, sports, etc the things I enjoy are various forms of gaming. I am a geek and a nerd and only date people who are as well
I have 4 cats, I think of them as my children (and they are the only kind of kids I am planning on having), anyone who doesn't love cats isn't welcome in my life
Edited to add - With the repel of Roe I am requiring men to have a vasectomy or be okay with having sex with condoms for the foreseeable future
Not wanting a Daddy.
Don't need a Trainer.
Not interested in a Protector either. I'm not a damsel in distress here...Eyeroll
I desire a Leader, a Leader that I can trust in and put my faith in to FOLLOW...Werewolves make fabulous Leaders, I hear. Lol
Just saying!
Push Limits!!!
Why?
Lack of experience and imagination or just to make make a submissive do things they stated as a limit.
Fully understand pushing and developing a submissive towards the Dominants desires but those who start off by concentrating just on pushing & testing limits surely lack a true understanding of the lifestyle.
As always i welcome the views and comments of O/others.
I'm back and in Florida. I'm thinking about putting together a dungeon for private lessons and play. Met another fake. This time she or he, was busy telling me how she wanted to be bound and spanked, needed to experience this right away yet had no experience. I asked specific questions to establish a baseline and sug we talk or video chat. And yes, her phone was broken so she could only text. Does anyone actually fall for this line? I am a firm supporter of vetting, both ways and will not exchange methods with anyone who I have not met in person and that won't happen until after a few voice verification calls and follow up video chats. The other week, I went to a comedy show. The show was wonderful and I was quite proud of my autistic ass for making my desires manifest. But as I'm heading home, I start coming down from my exhileration from the night's performance because the joy I was feeling: I wanted to share it with someone. I turn to the empty seat beside me and see no one. I glanced at my phone and realized I had no one to call. Sure I have close friends I maybe could've called but, at the moment, I craved having a significant other to share the mirth, to retell the jokes to. Because that's what I look for in a partner: they're the first person I think of when something, good or bad, happens to me.
I miss that. Hi, people!
My blog now is amaasht.art.blog
Go ahead and take a look, I hope you enjoy! It's been a while since I've done a journal.
it's been hard to do updates since they take so long to update a profile, but I'm still in my search for a daddy dom. Over the years all I've seen are men who want to be a daddy dom but don't have experience with diapers & don't know what to do.
men who think that a girl in diapers is sexy but she has to do all the work. Nah- that's not what I want.
I want someone who is serious about having a diapered girl/slave. That knows all the right words & things to say/do with her.
I'll be home alone for the next 10ish days & im excited to be wearing 247, I'd want someone to get to know & will be strict with me. Are you out there?? Msg me & tell me your experience! Profile supplement: It sure can be diffiicult to sum up one's self succinctly! I don't wish to sound like a pushover. Yup, I'm a nice guy. Kind, thoughtful. Opens doors for women. This does not mean however, that I don't have rules, expectations, and urges to be pretty damn rough with someone within our own realm. It just means that it's all about consent. You need to respect me to the point that you want nothing more than to give me total control over you. That kind of power is delighful, romantic, intoxicating, and fun. And yes, it can be rough too. I picture myself as smart, talented, and deserving. Sometimes authoritative. I would not however define myself as 'alpha' and don't think that's a necessary attribute (or even a respectable one) to have in order to be a Dom, or a good leader in general. As the adage goes... there's a big difference between being 'a boss' and being a leader. Why I only looking for a long term relationship:
I am a smart and educated boy but very hypersexual. If I don't life it in a hypersexualized relationship than I jerk off multiple times a day or think about kinky stuff. Another thing is you can't find the right kinky one near you and special kinks needs time and trust. Also my time simply run away and I need to decide if a HRT is needed to fulfill my sexual life.
The more extrem stuff that become possible:
total ownership (TPE Relationship)
permanent chastity (learn to get pleasure when please)
become fully feminized (hrt was always a thing if I find the right man)
other things like extreme corsetted waist training
Wow. Looks like this is my first journal entry in almost 9 years. Guess life got busy in that amount of time. The world has changed since then on many levels.
I will save many of you some time. I've read everything I've written on my profile and journal so far. It is all more true re my opinions today as it ever was.
Also, I am what many consider to be an open-minded, arch liberal. How could I not be? In order to be unapologetically who I am in this lifestyle, a free thinking approach is needed. So it follows that if you are set in your ways, hate the current president, detest liberals, have maga swag, and own any let's go Brandon paraphernalia, save us both some time and move on to the next profile. There are plenty of women who feel like you do. No need to feel I can, or should be, convinced. Could I have convinced you to vote for any democrat much less Hillary Clinton? I didn't think so. I don't want to spend time on this site having political discussions And since Im looking for serious play partners, I felt it best to leave this note here
Its better this way. More politically conservative males can click to the next profile and I won't have to read so many message. LOL
I wish each of you the best. Happy hunting!
Roxanna A mediocre Dominant tells, a good Dominant teaches, a excellent Dominant explains ... but a true Dominant Inspires! An Insider Account of CollarSpace Prison
Once upon a time, a little boy stumbled across a news website about some busdriver bitching about a pet getting on the tbe bus with owner.
Anyway, years later a website known as showed up. Cool cool.
Suddenly, "collarme was disappearing because failing business partnership issues"...
What about my information that little boy might have put up?
Do not know for how long, but see and look, my data was here in collarspace.com all along.
#and that is why it has become difficult for me to delete this account. It serves as a historical reminder that sane people still run the world.
So, if you do not like me here, you will like me less in person. If you come up on me without introducing yourself, I expect you are after my money for free, which you are.
Now, legally married slave couples that are seeking someone they would like to call "master" may message me; here, there, whereever.
Do not dare to presume I care to know you, because I really do not... I wonder, can you place your camera in front of YOUR new born baby son and capture his eyes as he slowly starves to death?
If you do not dare to make and post that video, you are not slave enough for me to consider you "slave", let call your bloodline by that.
I've been asked a few times how far I'd go with modifications. The short answer is as far as I can without limiting the toys usefulness. Ideally to turn her into a combination of Jessica Rabbit and Hellraiser. So if I find someone as into modifications as I am this is what I'd do. If not, then not. Reality is, if I connect well with someone who has no interest in any of this, the relationship takes priority.
I need to find a surgeon who will do some semi illegal procedures once I find a toy. The polypropylene breast implants certainly, so it's udders never stop growing. If not, then silicone up to an H cup. Bone anchor rings in its ankles and wrists to make hobbling it simple and permanent. Pull out its teeth with dentures to be used so it looks better, until it's time to use it orally. The tracheostomy as I already mentioned. Shorten its Achilles tendon so it can only stand in ballet boots. Ass implants if squats don't create enough.
The rest of the changes I can do: Total hair removal except for pigtails. The nipples, septum, clit and labia all pierced with 8 gauge rings. The tongue split and each side pierced cross ways. Induced lactation. Chastity piercing. Brands and tattoos of ownership as well as for punishment and humiliation. Corset training to 14-12 inches. My goodness....
A severe health emergency took me away along with the vanilla job. but it gave me a chance to figure out what I need and want in my dom/master/lover...whatever you wish to fill that blank with. I can't wait to explore this site further and answer some messages so so so so many messages! please be patient as I go through them all. A little about me further
I have a special needs child more on that in private messages it is my intent to be the best parent I can be you will not see a photo of him or meet him until I feel comfortable with you and we are in the "Serious" zone of this I am taking this lifestyle seriously as we have a void that needs filling beyond sex with me.
I am submissive seeking a dom or master perhaps a couple to join as a family? The best way I can describe my needs and what I expect out of this life is a "1950s housewife" if I mess up I fully expect to be disciplined as a woman would have been back then. if I please you then I expect to be rewarded as a woman would have been back then. Not much else to add in this note except see you in the threads! Please come with something of substance if you message me. Something more than just "hi",
A man recently told me that I have the ability to say "no" to anyone I choose to, even a Dom. Because even though a sub I still deserve respect and always have a choice.
please be respectful when you message me or I will not answer.
I am looking for something of substance, I want the mental connection before the physical one, I want the intense, can't live without you connection.
happy searching These things fill my submissive dreams:My partner wants to lead a relationship based on a happy friendship and sharing positive feelings.My partner enjoys using chastity to satisfy her need to possess her lover. She enjoys being center of attention when she wears clothes that men cannot ignore, especially me. She wants a partner who submits to her excitement for taking control physically using locks and keys.She would like to use her man's sexual energy to teach him to obey her. She want license to be persuasive on her terms.She is willing to take time to acknowledge my service with little erotic rewards even when she is tired. Words are enough.She is interested in putting mutual health activities into our shared routines of life for which we are both responsible.I'd be happy to do yoga, massage and connective breathing as our most frequent intimate activities.I enjoy being appreciated for my sexual arousal as a compliment to you at the same time I enjoy being denied sex as sincere submission to you.I'd like to demonstrate my experience with turning arousal in chastity into the intense desire to make you happy in non-sexual ways.I feel loved when locked in chastity but still want to make love when you decide to take it off. Please lock it up when you are done.I want to believe that you require chastity to prevent masturbation so that I stay fully erect when you want me to be.I am enchanted to believe you like chastity because it prevents anyone else from tempting me, that you now own me without question.The chastity does not need to eliminate having sex, but to control when. A woman who blocks male masturbation is never lonely. It is an easy way to encourage a man to give more hugs and better kisses if he is thinking about sex but cannot touch himself anymore. I believe some people need to be reeducated.
A female switch.
a female switch who is taking instruction from their dominant is and always shall be submissive, let's not kid ourselves, it is submission.
a male switch?
ha. Truly deluded. Once a man kneels, he is less, less than her, less that his male superiors, less than all that breath.
know the truth. Know your place and accept reality.
too harsh?? So is having to read inane spouting from something that has no choice, no rights, no place.
have a wonderful day.
xan I have surrendered to you absolutely,Given myself complete and whole,I have given you my mind and body,But then you also took my soul.You have broken the essence of my being,To shards and pieces spread about the dust,Then molded me into a creation,Solely for your pleasure and for your lust.You have taken everything out of me,You plucked my logic again and again,That when I crave for desecration,I welcome the punishment.You break and make my spirit,When the void you fill is just as muchAs when the words fail me you flail me,That my flesh welcomes your touch.This goes beyond all worship and adoration,When your commands are the breaths I need,And I know I’m not worthy of this servitude,When you drink the tears I bleed. in my last entry I talked about how I feel better blah blah blah how my weight training has heped me yadda yadda yadda... I got some feedback about it and I gotta say I wasn't expecting that so nice surprise...
now all that is going well, however the diet, while it has MASSIVELY improved, I feel it is still not the best... I still like my ice cream and sodas apparently and though I am trying, larger portions are still my standard... ugh... I welcome suggestions, and recommendations on foods etc. Some vanilla history:
I had given up on dating in the lifestyle after the end of a 7-year D/s relationship back in 2022. In 2023, I met My ex bf on a vanilla dating app and he said that he initially thought I was a catfish. He had been messaging with Me "casually" for a few weeks and when it started to feel like it just wasn't going anywhere, I attempted to end communication. Apparently, that piqued his interest and he planned an actual date. When I stepped out of My car, it took him a few minutes to compose himself. He seriously was expecting someone else I guess and didn't know what to do when it wasn't. I was thoroughly entertained by the whole thing and honestly couldn't stop laughing at the situation. I gave him a one arm hug and he was shaking! It was adorable. And of course, over the 18 months or so that we dated, I loved telling his friends that story and how he almost blew it being so nonchalant in the beginning. Oh this is a good one. Pay attention.
Wake up
Drink 1 litre of water (2 glasses)
Get out and walk at a steady pace, low intensity for 35-40 minutes
Stretch for 10-15 minutes
Drink a glass of water, then Eat breakfast, which is most protein. NO CARBS @ Breakfast. Examples:
a. 3 egg, ham & cheese omelette
b. Cottage Cheese and 4 slices bacon
c. Breakfast sausage and 3 eggs
Light walk, or do errands for at least half hour. Do NOT sit down immediately after Breakfast. Try to stay on your feet, and some activity.
About an hour later, Workout if you're going to. Best to do weights & lifting in the morning. Adding resistance 😈 training, increases your lean muscle mass, which in turn burns more body fat.
3-4 hours later, drink a glass of water, then have Lunch. Equal thirds of Protein, Carbs and Fat. Try to get 1 serving/cup of veggies in there. Examples:
a. Fettuccine Alfredo with chicken and broccoli
b. Sandwich with cold cuts, chicken breast, roast beef, or whatever. Get extra tomatoes & lettuce.
c. Roasted 1/2 or 1/4 chicken, steamed veggies and a sweet potato, fries, mashed potatoes, rice, hummus & pita, or a side of pasta salad.
d. 2 item combo Chinese food: chicken, pork, beef with noodles or rice
e. A burrito or wrap: go for the gold and get guacamole, as long as there's a carb, a protein and some sour cream (fat) in there.
f. Pizza: the cheese is the fat, the crust is the carb. Now do it up with the protein and veggies.
If you're going to have something naughty, do it towards the end of Lunch: a few pieces of chocolate, cake, cookies, soda, donut, you get the idea.
Another light walk, or do errands for at least half hour. Do NOT sit down immediately after Lunch. Try to stay on your feet, and some activity.
Mid afternoon snack, IF, and only IF you feel like you need something before dinner. This should be no more than 2 - 3 hours after Lunch. Have a light smoothie vs a "sugary juice." The goal here is: a base of coconut water or milk, AND mixed fruit, AND some deep green leafy vegetables like Kale, Spinach, Celery tops, etc. If you're able to add peanut butter and/or Greek Yogurt to it for the protein, even better! Drink a glass of water about an hour after the smoothie to flush it all through and out of your system.
Get on your feet, stay active, do some sort of physical activity after the smoothie for at least 5 - 10 minutes.
Dinner, anywhere from 3-5 hours after Lunch. Drink a glass of water before Dinner. The idea here is little to no carbs. Load up on veggies, and have some form of lean and mean protein. Think free range, wild caught, grass fed, etc. A few really good Examples:
a. Roasted/Grilled/Pan Seared chicken, fish, beef for pork, AND 2 servings of steamed or baked veggies, or a salad.
b. A huge salad, AND add the roasted/grilled protein above to it.
c. You could have a Denver Omelette here with lots of veggies if you wanted, AND a nice big salad.
d. Salmon/Tuna/Fish with veggies, AND a big salad.
Try to be active, get out for an evening walk or bicycle ride, do some sort of low intensity physical activity after dinner for at least 30 minutes. Don't just sit down or plop on the couch. Do something.
One big note, try to have and finish dinner at least 4-5 hours before bed. Go to Bed near hungry.
After dinner, drink a glass of water every hour for a couple hours if you can. But stop a couple hours before bed, otherwise you'll be waking up to pee all night.
Sleeping on an empty (or as close to near empty) stomach is important. This fasted state allows your body to recover, repair damaged cells and get rid of the bad ones. You'll notice better Growth Hormone production while sleeping in this manner, and more sex hormone release (estrogen for women, testosterone for men).
Finally, believe it or not, part of the process of vaporizing body fat happens in your sleep, IF you sleep in a fasted state. For use as energy (the process of recovery and repair), your body will convert stored fat into air, that is then expelled out your lungs as you sleep throughout the night.
Thanks for your time, and I hope you learned something. I was speaking to someone off this site for a few weeks, up until just recently just for them to lose interest because they "Couldn't handle the Fat". This was after showing them a number of photos of myself and being upfront and honest about who I am and my size. It's seriously disapointing that you think you might have made a connection with someone who was interested in doing something that you've wanted to do for a very long time. I'd started to organise travel (thankfully managed to fix that up) and other things because this person was apparently serious about wanting to meet up, but no "Can't Handle the Fat" is all I get one day.
Oh well, just another case of someone killing my confidence some more. Something about the Hood You Live In.
In any good relationship involving a slave girl and her owners, there is the need to train her to recognize her place - where she is allowed, what she is allowed, who she is allowed, and to what extent she is removed from society and becomes owned as an , a thing in the hands of her owner, to be controlled and trained.
Long ago, in creatures only distantly related to the slave girl, very specialize brain cells pushed out of the head to gain a view of the world, a view in dimension, in color, in shape, in beauty or in horror, to find food or prey, and to avoid becoming such, to find a fellow, or to avoid such.
In time, as with humans, the eyes, the vision on the world, provided up to 90% of all information a slave girl needs to get by in the world, sometimes even more.
Being a slave, she must recognize the fact that, all that vision, all that information gathering, is at the pleasure of her owners, and can be denied at an instant, and for extended periods of time.
That denial can be done in any number of ways, but the most readily used - the hood, has the most impact on her from the instant it is placed over her head.
In general, hoods are made of leather or vinyl or rubber or latex, sometimes of material such as blue jean or cotton or spandex.
It may have eye holes that can be covered or closed, a mouth hole that also can be covered or better, plugged.
And at least one small nose vent to breath though, sometimes more. Less than one has an obvious disadvantage.
Many are laced down the back, much as a good leather boot, pulled tight to make the material conform to the slave girls face. Some have zippers for that purpose, and a few have both.
When put on, and when being tightened, it is incumbent on the slave girl to maneuver her nose to keep the nose vents aligned with her nostrils, otherwise...
Most good hoods have a switched on leather collar, that locks tightly around the neck, and can have chains attached for any purpose the owner may desire.
For the slave girl locked inside, it is a mixture of feelings and emotions, thoughts and dreams, hopes and fears, and total resignation.
A hood can not be gotten off easily, specially when bound tight.
It is dark inside, and will remain so.
You may feel totally helpless
You may feel totally alone
You may feel total terror
You may feel total bliss
You may feel total safety and comfort.
As a More Typically Dominant CD Gurl it is easy to become frustrated and disalusioned with being Dominant when you do not have anyone reliable to Dominate. Too many panty wearers who think that is Crossdressing and never want to go beyond that. As stated previously, most CD Gurls also have a Submissive nature, but does not appear until she meets a more aggressive and Dominant CD Gurl or a Dominant Male who knows how to entice a CD Gurl to go under His spell. Since a CD knows the fun of being chased, a more Dominant CD gurl is usually the chaser, it is easier than imagined to switch and become the submissive once a more powerful force cums and takes you. All your other ideas become more of a fantasy and the overpowering reality of being taken and controlled seems so easy to succumb to. Sort of like a Moth being drawn into the fire, but knowing you will not return to the way you were is the daunting temptation of being seduced. In messaging with some ex-slaves they said the hardest thing to deal with was boredom when not used often enough for domestic and sexual servitude. All the changes and different usage was something all slaves learn to comply with and a Master's Protocol was Law. So an idle CD Gurl can easily be drawn into a Life of Servitude as a Submissive Slave, and knowing this can cause this to be an uncontollable yearning that can not be denied? So........??? Once the door closes behind you, you will be a slave to a MASTER. From messaging with several Masters, the general consensus seems to be if a potential slave is 1st properly broken and deprived of it's dignity it will become completely subjugated and dependant on satisfying it's Master as it's only goal and reward. It will not yearn or miss anything or anyone from it's previous life. Then the slave will be a slave that can be trained to any Master's protocols and it's new slavic life of eternal servitude. Even if the slave is required to wear a cuckold device it no longer thinks about having orgasms or masturbating. A properly trained slave seeks to give it's Master sexual stimulation with orgasms. To simply deny a slave what it once had and craved in it's previous life, it will still think about those things when it is left in isolation and restraints. The slave might even be considering a way to escape? Properly broken a slave never thinks about the past. It's life belongs to it's Master. Master decides everything. You probably will never have a female again. You might never wear clothes again, but if you do, the clothes will be chosen for you. Might be as little as a jock strap? You might never wear girlie girl fem clothes as you once loved to wear. You will no longer be bi-sexual, you will be 100% Gay for your Male Master. You will be Owned Property. Another year done and another year older. Up to 57 now. This is first birthday and Mother's Day without my mom. She passed away a few weeks ago. The last six months have really been hard since she had a stroke . Watching her health decline and I had to take over doing all her stuff and be advocate for healthcare. Also started a job the month after her stroke as I had been laid off at beginning of Covid and has taken year and half to get a new one.
"Calgone take me away". Anyone remember that old commercial? Also note that a lot has changed since this profile was created 7 years ago but I know there is no admin for the site so I cant change it without losing the ability to message forever.
I was not able to keep business going through COVID and I am in the process of getting SSDI and then I will be starting another business.
I am naturally dominant but not in a cruel way. Its not a role or fetish. Men defer to me even dominant men seem to follow my lead and seek my approval. I have high standards, few meet them and are treated accordingly. Service / labor slaves to the front of the line.
a Master told me his views on human toilets. He told me, once any human willingly tastes someone elses waste, they cease to be human, they will always be a toilet, becoming nothing more than a living toilet, no different than a ceramic toilet.
a ceramic toilet doesnt get to choose who uses it,gender, sexuality, ethnicity doesnt matter.
a ceramic toilet doesnt make decisions.
a ceramic toilet doesnt have orgasms.
so a living toilet doesnt either, just because a toilet used to be human makes no difference.
so once i taste someone elses waste i will cease to be human, nothing more than a toilet unable to refuse anyone who wants to use my mouth as such forever. If these words resonate, reach out.
I’m seeking a kindred spirit—relaxed, creative, and adventurous—someone drawn to trust, curiosity, and the possibility of a long-term D/s dynamic that grows from genuine connection.
I’m contemplative and sometimes quiet, always seeking balance in mind, body, and spirit. I find joy in laughter, art, books, good food, and music. Creativity moves through my days, whether I’m solving a problem, writing something small, or savoring stillness.
Nature centers me. I live on four acres in southern Arizona, nurturing a young permaculture forest through rainwater harvesting. I hope to meet someone who loves the land, appreciates regenerative living, and feels at ease in a semi-rural rhythm. I wander deserts and mountains, enjoy festivals and flea markets, and cherish quiet nights by the fire or beneath the stars.
I believe physical sensation can open deeper truths—where curiosity meets intention and transformation begins. In partnership, I care for emotional, physical, and spiritual well-being as one woven whole.
In D/s, submission is trust and intentional surrender and control is earned not taken. I’m drawn to someone self-aware, resilient, and grounded—someone who can lean into guidance while keeping a strong sense of self. Honest dialogue and mutual growth matter to me.
I envision a disciplined relationship where structure supports your evolution, where I take daily direction seriously and help you rise to your best self. This dynamic thrives with someone who craves clarity, consistency, and meaningful standards.
Seeking a trustworthy slave/submissive, preferably masochist, in or around Celina Ohio, interested in service involving care of my cats while I'm frequently away from home. Would have to be able to provide photos and videos of my cats since I will miss them so very much. On average once a week for my cats and then as our schedules allow for other bdsm activities together. Not sure why I even bother making a profile, when the majority of people here ask me what I'm looking for, among other details that are in my profile.
If you don't read profiles, just tells me you are not serious. If you are a sub/slave then wouldn't you want to read the profile first so that you can make an informed decision on whether to contact the person or not?
You claim that you are wanting to give your life to someone. Shouldn't you know as much about them as possible?
Goodness.
And you can lose the attitude when I am NOT going to answer your questions that have already been answered. Why answer? You didn't read the profile, what makes me think you are going to read the response? LOL COVID hit our community hard, and I have a few slave friends that lost their Masters.With no continuity plan in place, it is difficult for a slave. This, the House, helps address that. And it is a passion project for Myself. A way of giving back to a community that has altered My life for the better. On a personal egoic level, of course it is nice to be the Master of the House. But, it also is structured to survive My own passing and continue to care for its members. It is pan sexual in nature and can be grouped in different houses, gay, lesbian, trans, etc. as well as professional, career, orientation. There are a lot of moving parts to this. .... That said, the question is does one wish to be part of something bigger than itself. And to be owned and serve.you will be required to contribute to the home by being able to support yourself. It is a self sustaining operation.As a Master, My responsibility is to provide structure and an opportunity for the slave to serve and to be owned. Its primary service is to the Master, then its brothers and sisters, and then the House as a whole.That is what this Master offers all who come. 8-23-2022 Tuesday night.. i took my shower, my daughter was over and left about 10 or 10 30 PM, i had started to feel chilled and for another blanket.. making for 3 blankets i had on top of me! After suffering so long, an hour or two, and developing a fever of 103.6 degrees. i decided i was not waiting until morning, hoping the fever may break overnight. EMS came, one of them ended up being a second cousin!! That was cool to meet a family member. They got me to the hospital s emergency room and i was kept there until 8 AM, i know this because i had to ask if i could get some breakfast while i was in the emergency room. i was diagnosed with an infection in my wound. For those that do not know.. i have two wounds on my back of my right thigh as the result of having lymphedema. The hospital did not say about becoming septic! That has happened, maybe four or more times, in the past. i stayed at the hospital until September 1st when they transferred me to a skilled nursing care facility for further wound care and therapy. i have not been updated with a tentative release date, yet. But it better come soon! my daughter is getting married next month on October 30th!! Therapy is going very well, they are so happy with my progress. It has been a long time since I wrote in my journal. My search for a collar got delayed due to covid and only now am I trying to get active agin in my search. I still have the burning desire to be owned as primarily a sex slave. I can do domestic but I feel my true calling is to be a fucktoy for Master and his friends and acquantances.
I am also hopeing to find a Master experienced in electro. I have a little electro device that I use on myself but need Master with better device and ability to push my limits. I find it hard to keep it on high settings and dont seem to have the strength to do it to myself.
I am getting a new truck so I will be better able to travel for interviews/inspections/trials.
I hope to get some contacts soon.
I am a consistent creative relentless Disciplinarian
knowing through long personal experience that
a well spanked
whipped
strapped
belted
humiliated
paddled
woman
whether
submissive or slave
gives her very best
of whatever is wanted from her
whenever its wanted
I love
her tears
and sobs
her semi-hysterical begging
and pleading for mercy
these are all mine
to bring about
and enjoy
as I get
her most humble
her most slavish
Obedience
for the things
I will make her do
the things
that deeply please me
and just as deeply
humiliate her
McB
Good Golly guys
Get a grip.
Read my profile.
Not interested in OVERT TD, CD, or sissy
Interested in big, strong alpha types OVER 55
If you are six foot two, you step to the front of the line
Thank you. I shouldn’t have drank coffee late in the evening.
So now I am up writing out my thoughts. I will be paying for this tomorrow. -sigh-
I’ve been seeking a Dom for the past four years without much success. Partly because I feel jaded with most of the men I have encountered. Also, I admit, sometimes I self-sabotage.
I become immensely turned off by men who refuse to show themselves, as well as those who immediately refer to me as “Princess”, “babygirl”, and even “girl”. Or, when they are speaking with me OUTSIDE of an official dynamic and say “Good Girl”. I immediately become uninterested.
I am not fully inexperienced, though I’m also not fully experienced either. I have had one Dom. I learned a hell of a lot from him. Good and bad. Especially, how I should be treated. I get that this is a kink site with a LARGE spectrum of diversity when it comes to kinks. However still, I would prefer to be approached respectfully. I would like to be courted. Is this even possible within the realm of kink? Goodness I hope so.
I don’t have much on my page regarding to what I am seeking, well, because I’d like to keep my options open and not narrow down my dating pool even more than it already is. Plus, most of what I am seeking is repeated on multiple profiles, so it all sounds regurgitated after a while.
I would love to find a man who is secure with himself. I am somehow attracting men who aren’t in some ect or another. I won’t go into detail here. But, I’ve noticed.
Right now, in my life, I’m focused on working, saving money for visits with my children, and seeking a partner. So to me, while it is life, I self-sabotage due to thinking others may not find that appealing. Which it may not be. However, I would prefer a family oriented kinky partner. I believe someone is out there for me.
No, I am not looking for a sugar baby and I will not entertain those intent on wasting time. If your profile is blank, it’s highly unlikely you’ll get a reply.
What I am looking for:
A genuine connectionThose who can communicate and contribute to a conversation (yes, I will take the time to get to know you and expect the same in return)Honesty and transparencySomeone who has a solid sense of herselfEagernessVulnerabilityIntelligence
What I am NOT looking for:
Those with fake profiles (they’re easy to spot)Time wastersThose who misrepresent themselves in their profileThose who lack the ability to communicate (having to ask 20 questions to start or maintain a conversation is painful)Those who think they know everythingJudgmental people (if you don’t like my profile, move along) Some Say...
Wow, they haven't allowed us journals since 2016...amazing to have this back...
Well then, everyone, welcome to my journal! Back in the years gone by I used to use this to put out some Dominant wisdom I've gained through my, now, 26 years of BDSM experience and would now like to do the same.
Please, if you've read my profile, don't hesitate to reach out as I love to help and provide information, advise, or general guidance to those who might want it or even those with just a question they would like to see answered.
If I can answer it, I will, either in a journal entry or just in private if you prefer but in any event it is something I love to do as a Dominant so I'm happy to be able to get back to it!
TO ANYONE WHO BLOCKED ME OR GHOSTED ME
Thank you.
When a person ghosts or blocks me I think it says more about them than it does about me.
When someone ghosts or blocks me I say a little prayer. Well, that's not the first thing I do. The first thing I do is to probably to say a few little curse words --- just a few of my favorites --- and then I say a little prayer. I say the prayer because I am thankful that I dodged a bullet.
I think that people who ghost or block others are weak and cowardly. They don't have the strength of character, integrity, honesty, or courage that I want, in fact, require in anyone that I am associated with whether it be a friend, a submissive, a colleague, or anyone else. They are doing me a favor by ghosting or blocking me because I am better off without them.
Many find what they are looking for right before they tuck tail and run.
They can spend their entire life living in fantasy because they are weak and fake. They all know who they are as I never block them.
I'll spend my life doing and actually living it because I am real. I don't have fantasy. Only reality.
Permanent chastity does not mean no more sex, it means no orgasms without the keyholder. No masturbating changes the male mind permanently, no matter how often the partners have sex.
Locking up after sex can train a man to hold back his orgasm until given permission. This gives a woman the ability to control sex until he is trained to read her wants without words.
The enlightened man is able to control his arousal to become his pleasure without needing to finish because her pleasure becomes his goal of serving of her well. Why sub men need to be feminist allies
I firmly believe that any submissive man must, obviously, be a feminist.
Feminism by definition is the belief that women are human beings with the same rights as any human being. (The idea that feminism is about female supremacy is propaganda created by misogynists to try to argue against women having any rights at all.)
That said, submissives routinely insist that women are superior, and FemDom porn is some of the most popular BDSM porn out there. I would hope that to believe that women are superior would require that men first believe that they are equal.
One of the biggest complaints I hear from subs is that there just aren't enough Dominant women in the world to go around.
There's a very good reason for that.
In the book I'm currently writing, I discuss how girls are raised radically different than boys. From our earliest experience, any hint of assertiveness is usually squashed as "bossy" or "aggressive" or "unfeminine" and then later as "bitchy." The terms a "good girl" is defined by are usually submissive, demure words, urging us to be quiet, polite, deferring to the pleasure of adults in general and males specifically. Blanche Black paints a very good picture of this in her Feminism 101 article, and the MetaFilter discussion "Where's My Cut" is literally thousands of women giving examples of how they were crammed into the role of caregiver with strong social, economic and even physical consequences for ing or questioning it.
We are programmed from birth to be doormats, and are told we are genetically predisposed to be happy about it.
To go from that upbringing to being an assertive adult is a massive undertaking. I know a majority of the women in my life never even realize that they are following roles and rules they never agreed to. It usually takes a huge life event to force that awareness on us, and then years of hard work re-creating our understanding of communication and relationships to learn to stop playing that part and instead to stand up and assert ourselves. To stop allowing others to demand and take and expect, etc, and instead start working toward taking care of ourselves first, demanding equal effort from our partners, being willing to be alone rather than be subjugated.
To move into the confidence and self-reliance necessary to dominate ... that's a new world.
I'm not talking about becoming a bitch who uses and abuses and negates the feelings and needs of others to get her way.
I'm talking about being able to walk away from what doesn't serve us and require a higher level of interaction from anyone who wants to stay in our presence.
I'm talking about being unwilling to tolerate poor behavior, from others, or from ourselves.
That requires a sea change. A total re-writing of the base code that made us from our first memories. It almost never happens by accident. It almost never comes without great pain and sacrifice. It's almost always worth it. But it's always an uphill battle that never ends, because nearly the entire world we live in is still trying to tell us that we aren't being feminine, or desirable, or kind, if we aren't giving away whatever it whims to want. We are still being told that we'll be alone, that we are bitches or worse, sometimes it brings violence and poverty and suffering, because this world doesn't want women to be assertive, and it doesn't tolerate them being dominant.
If you want to have dominant women, you have to start with allowing them equality. Not special privilege. Just the same privilege men have to think what they want, without being told they are failing as females. The same privilege to act for themselves and not just for others. The same choices and freedoms and safetys to exist without being attacked for it.
If you want to have dominant women in the world, you have to be a feminist, and moreover, you have to be an ally. Aggressively so, because until feminist men outnumber and overwhelm the rest, you are going to have to counteract the bullshit message the rest are constantly putting out there telling us to SUBMIT! You, submissive male, must be the active agent that makes the safe space for every woman to express her thoughts and feelings and wants and to act on them without recrimination. You will have to stand up to other men, because they don't hear it when we say it. You will have to call out your friends when they catcall or mansplain or talk over a woman or _(insert male domineering behavior here____) to a woman.
I'm not saying that every woman you do this for will become a Dominant Woman.
I am saying that almost no women can without it, and if nothing else, you can make the first steps in that direction less of a battle for them.
Go forth, and create the world that lets us first become people, equal and unencumbered, and Dominant Women will become ever more common, until almost every submissive male that wants one can find one. A young woman asked me a question about posturing
I will share my view on that subject as there is so much of it on lifestyle sites and I feel most of it is pure bull shit.
There was a time, when, how lifestyle folks presented themselves in public and in private, told who they were. It was far more subtle. Subs and slaves did not announce who they were and dominants did not have to call themselves owners or dominants or masters because both sides looked for those tell tale signs and vice versa.
You could walk into a room filled with vanilla folks and pick out who was in command and who was subservient and who the clueless were.
A submissive would make less eye contact in public seem more shy, talk less or only when spoken to. More dominant types were bolder, asked the questions, initiated the conversations and so on. You knew by their "presence" who they were, not by their words or self given titles.
Lifestyle folks looked for such things and recognized each other, were drawn to each other.
The advent of the internet and sites like this and others, produced a bunch of wannabe owners and dominants who posture and preen and say "I am" when they are not.
You will see a 20 something male, working at McDonald's and living in a walk up rental, calling himself Master and demanding that women bow to him. He has an old beater car, no savings, no future, he has not even began to master his own life. Now he claims he can be master of a sub or slave. These are the people who demand a sub "posture" for him and demand the sub call him sir or master. It's his ego speaking, not his dominance or mastery of anything.
We married in the early 70's as a natural dominant and natural submissive but those words were never spoken for at least 20 years. Married in 71 but it took me until 86 to even begin to master my life. In 86 I walked away from a high paying factory job and created my first major business, an auction house. That began a lifetime of building businesses, getting them up to profitability and then selling them.
Even then, I never once called myself a Master.
We opened the marriage to others from time to time and it was always her seeking a dominant type and myself seeking a submissive type. We could do so because we were secure in who we were, who we each belonged to.
I played with a submissive on and off for few years who called me "Mister B" but she always made it a joke, a way of poking fun at me. She would say it with emphasis on the Mister and then she would laugh at me. She was secure in who she was and knew that I was as well.
Among the very best of submissives that I ever played with in those years, was a woman who was in upper management of a major corporation. At work they called her the dragon lady and people were actually afraid of her because she could make or break a career.
She called me "Donkey" from the movie Shrek and she claimed she was my dragon. She served me with her entire being.
It is not about posture or titles, it is about who we are and how we are, that makes us owners or dominants, subs or slaves.
Don't buy into the hype, the hype is bull shit. Look at who they are, what they have accomplished. Look at how they help those around themselves.
In the words of Mohamed Ali, an ultimate Master, "look at how they treat those who can not benefit them in any way". If they treat the waiter poorly, run.
A true master protects, builds up those around themselves, looks to help the less fortunate, looks to promote others to be all they can be and does not say worship me.
A master is. They are not someone who calls themselves as such.
A sub or slave, looks for such people and wants to help them by combining their power with the power of the owner or dominant or master.
I seek to serve nature as her sub/slave. She is far greater than myself, a worthy mistress with no ego. By doing so, I gain as well.
I seek those who feel that is something worthy of doing and want to add their power to my own.
I say openly that by myself, I am not enough, that I need your power added to my own. Even then, I fully understand that we will not be enough but we can make some small difference.
If you feel a need to serve such a man, I would humbly welcome your support.
Then, in the future and only if you feel that I have proven to you, that I am worthy to be called your owner or dominant or master, I will be thankful and we will continue the work together.
i actually am pansexual and afab (assigned female at birth).
I don't care what your genitals are or what your gender identity is, I'm attracted to the person. Hearts, not parts.
Be decent. Be kind. Be respectful. And you'll do fine in my book.
Also, I don't want your money. I'm not relocating. And I'm not interested in anyone over 50 or younger than 35.
Platonic conversation only. No sexual vulgarity or you'll be blocked. Goddess's Adoring slut
The luckiest man who has ever lived is this horny little painslut. He is lucky because he serves the most wonderful Goddess there is. She is the most beautiful Goddess, the most caring Goddess, the smartest Goddess, the kindest Goddess, the most loving Goddess, the sexiest Goddess, the naughtiest Goddess, the raunchiest Goddess, the horniest Goddess, the harshest Goddess, the most fearful Goddess, the Goddess who cums the most explosively and often, and the Goddess who extracts from this trampy little skank his most delicious cries and whimpers and his most convulsive trembles and shivers and squirms.
This little painslut knows his Goddess is the brightest star in the Heavens, and that he is the stinkiest turd in the cesspool. he knows that he is entirely unworthy of Her. he knows he doesn't deserve to be the lucky little tart who gets to to be Her footstool and Her washcloth and Her bondage whore and Her strap-on snuggie and Her ball gag cozy and Her clamp organizer and Her flogger fuckhole and Her riding crop cunt and Her whip wimp and Her paintoy and Her whimperbitch. He knows that he is luckiest when he is bound and gagged and helpless and vulnerable and She is extracting the most ecstatic screams and cries and whimpers from him because he displeased Her, or because there is nothing good on TV.
He knows he is not worthy of being her little whimperbitch. He is not worthy of serving her, of being owned by Her, of being protected by Her, of being trained by Her, of being cared for by Her, of being harshly used by Her, of being called a good slut by Her, of seeing Her joyful smile, of being allowed to make Her cum explosively and often, and of being the lucky scratching post She so often sharpens Her claws upon.When she is at Her harshest and cruelest and most vindictive, when Her heart is hard and Her eyes are stern and Her commands are full of venom, when his screams and blubbers and whimpers are full of agony, when his cries of mercy are drenched with anguish, when he can do no right and Goddess will tolerate no wrong, those are the times that he adores Her the most. That's how She allows him to give Her the most. That's when She reaches inside him, rips out his beating heart, and consumes it whole as he watches with glee.
Goddess will plant in him the seed of a new heart. Her painslut knows this from experience. As it grows, She will tend to it and nurture it and train it and punish it fiercely and grind it to dust and call it back to life and shower it with rage, and then hold it and comfort it while its agonies collect on its cheeks and evaporate into tomorrow's tender rains. This squirming little bit of nothing knows he doesn't deserve Her. He is not worthy of living in the same universe Her. But She allows it, and He adores Her for it.
A typical day requires service at almost all times. I am served tea in bed as we begin our day, and meals are all prepped and planned. You wake first, fetch me my tea, a few digestive biscuits, and the paper, and then join me in bed to read me an article of my choosing while I sip. Some days when it is warmer, we take this outside, but most days it is in the comfort of bed while we are nude.
After this, we both have breakfast together. Usually you will cook, but some days I will announce that i feel like it and cook. These are healthy meals that focus on protein and good fats.
Then, we both work from home. I enjoy my work at a non-profit, taking breaks to to be with each other (lunch, walks, or you kneeling in prostration/worship as needed, etc). In the evening, we order in, cook, or go out. These all have rituals associated with them that are meticulously refined for both our benefit - what we eat, how we look, and what happens are important metrics of keeping you thoughtless and spotless. You represent me, and I will NOT be embarrassed.
We play board games,read, or watch a program as the evening draws to a close. Then we head to bed, where I do my beauty routine and have you serve me as part of it. This means providing hot water, ice, and towels as needed.
We head to bed, with me getting in bed first and you being caged, kneeling, or joining me if I decide to use you for my pleasure. I do like to be warm and to cuddle, so some nights I require just that and you serve me admirably. I swear the disrespect is unreal around here. You put something veyr specific in your profile and yet people still wanna disrespect you about it. Yes I'm married and looking for a dynamic outside of my marriage, it's not that uncommon so GET OVER IT! I have my reasons for not liking certain things so no need to be disrespectful when asking about it. Can't get over the fact that I have a preference of NOT talking to women or CD's? Then don't bother messaging me you'll just get blocked. I am really hating being alone.. Going through a really tough separation right now and I ache and yearn for companionship. Even just a long hug would be nice right about now. I crave physical touch from someone I have even a remote emotional connection with, but alas, it eludes me. I would even love to find a Switch/Domme that enjoys providing something like that for a vulnerable man such as myself. I am struggling mentally and emotionally and I truly don't know how long I can survive like this. If any of you miserable subs/slaves/however you identify think I need your offers for oral pleasure. Please stop and think...why would I, a GODDESS, need to come here to find someone to do this for me. My pictures are not fake, and I'm beautiful in real life, even with the flaws! That "act" is a pleasure for you,something I dont give a fuck about. A pleasure for me would be seeing you cry because I've mercilessly humiliated you. I mean, any other way I can make you suffer is a pleasure for me. I am a Black woman, living in Amerikkka. As the result historical, societal, and universal pressures I've developed a power and strength that intrigues, inspires, and intimidates... some of you feel me before you see me. You know who you are ;-)
So what would I need with protection? Do I need protecting? Certainly a woman with my knowledge and experience can handle things herself, right?
Unequivocally, Black women need protection.
Protect Black women.
Malcolm X said it best, "Black women are the most disrespected, unprotected, and neglected in America". And I'll take it a step further, and say we might even be the most disrespected in the world. Why? Because anti-blackness and WS is one of Americas most prolific exports.
Yet, regardless of the prevailing narrative - Black women are beautiful. WE ARE AMAZING. We deserve respect, recognition, resources, regard, and above all SAFETY AND SECURITY.
And the latter is not possible without protection.
Protect Black women.
Yours Truly,
Thee Blaque Queen Goddess
The everyday sized dick
Dicks I remember - A (soon to be) collection of the dicks that have made an impression over the years.Here is one about my most recent boyfriend. Now ex.When we first met he had troubles keeping it up with a condom on. I made him practice and only allowed him to wank with one on until it wasn’t a problem. It would later come in handy as I could easily pour his cum where I pleased.
In his ass, on his face.His cock was average. I came to enjoy it. Especially for tease and denial and long sessions. Fuck for a bit. Have him pause. Sometimes with a ruined. Or to be honest, most times. And then back at it at my pleasure. He could never make me sore, hence a good size for the everyday, several times a day.He knew that I needed something bigger and hotter from time to time though. And that my previous partners were well better equipped. We once scouted together at a sex club but none was big enough to pique my interest. I felt generous so I allowed a man to use my boyfriend’s mouth and ass though (a side dick to remember).I did really enjoy his obedience. He always needed my permission to orgasm. He did good except from one time when I rode him on a chair. We were in a communal space and I sat on his lap, back towards him. The view of my ass, the excitement from possibly getting ”caught” and me not slowing down made him cum hard and without permission. I think he felt equally ashamed and satisfied. I let it slip. I really wanted to be filled.
Why do I exist:
Why do I exist in this vast expanse? A fleeting speck in the cosmic dance, Am I a mere accident of chance, Or part of a grand, divine romance?
Do I wander aimlessly without a cause, Lost in the labyrinth of life's applause? Am I a whisper in nature's laws, Or a beacon in destiny's claws?
Do I exist to love and to dream, To unravel the mysteries that gleam? Am I a ripple in life's stream, Or a figment of an endless scheme?
Why do I exist, I often ponder, In this universe, do I wander? Am I a question without an answer, Or a journey to realms much grander?
In the silence of night, I search for clues, In the stars, in the wind, in the morning dew. Why do I exist? Is there a muse To guide me through this cosmic ruse?
Questions linger, unanswered still, In the depths of my being, an unquenchable thrill. Why do I exist? Time's hands fulfill The mystery of life, a quest until After having been loyal for years, my secretary decided to take revenge on me. I suppose I have been a bit of a chauvanist pig, now I come to think about it. Anna told me that unless I did what she said, she would report me to my boss for making an unsolicited pass at her. So I had no choice. Now I have to make HER a cup of tea, and run errands for her in the lunch hour. Sometimes she makes me crouch down on all fours, so she can rest her feet on me. Last week she made me kiss her feet. The week before she made me drink water from a dog bowl she had brought in. I suspect she may have told some of the other female members of staff about this, as I see them giggling by the water cooler. What am I to do? I don't want to edit my profile although I should to ensure that this remains relevant for anyone who might send me a message.Please put the phrase 'I make the angel scream, and the devil cry' in your subject line or message if you contact me, especially if you're not a switch leaning Domme sissy/trans girl/convincing CD. I am okay with exceptions if your message is well crafted, but I like people who read and understand others just like the Dominants here. If you're not someone I'm looking for, I keep an open mind — but sorry, you might have to try a bit harder just like I would if you're a Dominant not looking for a sissy slave. Fair is fair. Just to set the record straight: yes, my photo is generated, but it’s very close to what I actually look like. I’m here for genuine connections, not to trick anyone. However, no one with anything to lose would post their real face on a kink website—privacy matters.
For those genuinely interested, I’m happy to share real photos when there’s a reason to. Otherwise, I’m not here to entertain accusations of "trickery." Honestly, it’s never that serious, and I feel sorry for anyone with time to throw around that kind of snark. Let’s keep it fun and respectful—life’s too short for anything less. The Throne Room
Our friends were meeting us at the dungeon. We tried this scene at home and we ended up pulling out the ceiling chains from the rafters. The set up was for suspension not stretching. So we planned on doing this stretching scene in the throne room at the dungeon.
That was the plan.
The set up was simple. I was going to be in the middle and our friends were going to be on each side of me. My wrists were attached to chains that went to the ceiling and the excess chain hanged down on each side of me so that our friends could pull them.
The dominant watched from the throne placed in n front of me. She would give the order and the chains would be pulled and I would be lifted onto the air with my arms pulled wide.
That was the plan.
For this scene I didn't have much to do. All I had to do was strip down to my string bikini bottoms and attach chains to my suspension cuffs. My arms were spread wide as I waited for the order.
"Stretch her!"
The husband and wife on either side of me started pulling the chains. But they struggled. By flexing my biceps I was able to fight the chains. Two more friends who were watching joined in. Now there were two people on each side of me pulling the chains. By flexing my biceps I was still able to fight the chains.
Two more people joined in. I now had six people trying to pull me apart. I was now on my tiptoes as my arms were being pulled wide and I was being stretched. Two more people joined in. I now had eight people, four on each side, pulling the chains that were now stretching me.
I was now lifted off the floor with my arms tightly stretched by the chains. I let out a long moan of pain as I was being pulled apart. My torturers looked up at my torture stretched body and waited for the order
"Enough!"
They let go of the chains and I dropped to the floor. Spent. Chasing the Dragon
All she has left of her drug is dominant lovers..her dominant protective side keeps her from submitting to them; she tends to walk through life as a switch hiding her needy submissive side because the ones that she meets are disposable to her, and she tops them from the bottom gauging her danger in every encounter. They are always sexually excited, which causes a frenzy inside of them as they try to navigate her confusing waters.
She looks for more than sex, but rough sex can help her feel a slice of submission until he goes too far or tries to be a Master, Dom, or Daddy (which can never happen on a first encounter) unless he shows physical restraint digging into what makes her who she is, winning her mind because sex is great but fleeting. She loves a physical touch, and her body moves to every touch, but there is a difference between someone playing a song and mastering an instrument. The one she looks for can pluck the string, keep the melody and be psychologically intense. Sometimes using her against herself to mentally catch her and explain sides of herself hidden only to be discovered in the ultimate goal to own her.
It has to be more than a casual encounter; she will play, but she will remain guarded and in charge topping from the bottom chasing the Dragon until the dragon devours her...... Yes, I have been on this site for a bit. I am looking for the slave that is best to meet My desires. I am looking for long term and live in, when it happens.
I do not expect instant match and move. I want any relocation to be permanent and good for both of Us.
I hope you have watched the show Big Bang Theory. Living with Me is similar to living with the Sheldon character. At least in the aspect of I get what I want from a slave living with Me. If that isn't you then we will not work well together.
I am open to one offs and play dates and such. So feel free to reach out for that also. I'm reading this book on habits. There's a little bit of the science, but mostly it's anecdotal moments of famous and not so famous people and how one small change created an avalanche of positive changes. Sometimes just within themselves, sometimes branching out to entire companies. It's fascinating. As I'm expected to, I'm mining the nuggets and looking at how they fit into my life. A lot of times an easy answer to why you do or don't do something is I don't know. Maybe you don't know, even when consciously thinking about it. And then you're listening to someone else's story and it comes to you, THAT'S why you do the thing! Or you already knew the thing but hadn't figured out the alternative better habit, like replacing junk food with a bowl of apples so when you need something quick and lazy it's the better option. I know I'm going to forget more than I remember, but right now its helping me to piece together the reasons why I fall back into certain habits and how to move beyond the comfortable to solidify the new, better ones. Not today, of course. Today was a shit show. But it's a plan for tomorrow. Progress. It's so funny when a person contacts you and insist on doing things their way and ignore what you ask for. They were so insistant on "their" way that I even told them they are probably dominant, they claimed that they were definitely submissive....
NOW, just a few days later; alllll of a sudden you get a message saying that they don't think that we are a match (what I told them in the first few emails LOL) and block me for some reason. I was nothing but nice to them. Hate to tell them I get a lot of emails so I had to look at history to even remember who the hell they were so the block doesn't really bother me lol was just going to wish them good luck and to stop by and say hello sometime..... yes I'm so evil LOL
and NOW allllll of a sudden they change their profile to Dominant.....LOL Sounds like someone just wants to jerk off so now we are going to try Dominant since no one seemed to fall for the "I'm a poor pitiful submissive" routine LOL These people make me laugh LOL
What I like about being a Bull
Sometimes I am asked what I like about being a Bull with a cuckold couple. That is not an easy question to answer, but I’ll try.
I’m a dominant person, and always have been. I like being the one in charge. So I naturally tend to find myself at the top of the food chain in every situation.
When I’m with a couple there are several elements that appeal to me, which make the relationship more appealing than the traditional boyfriend & girlfriend.
First, a married woman is in it for the sex. Her motivations are not unlike ours (men). She is not looking for a relationship (she has one). She is not looking for drama (she wants none). She will not hound you or stalk you or pester you like many single women.
With a married woman it’s all about the sex. When you meet with her (or them) there will be little small talk, socializing or wasting time. Sex is on her mind, and it’s everyone's goal. Once her and your sexual cravings are satisfied she will go back home, with or to her husband. It’s perfect for someone like me who enjoys frequent, explosive sex with someone who is only too willing to provide it.
So, my first answer is sex, sex and more sex.
But there are other sides to it, too. Believe it or not I like helping other couples spice things up. I know Bulls are often painted as selfish, cock-wielding studs that are interested only in themselves, but that’s not usually the case. I, and others like me, enjoy interacting with couples and helping them reignite their flame in the bedroom.
Like I mentioned, I am dominant and I enjoy the domination theme. It’s empowering to have a woman offer herself to me, especially when it’s a beautiful married woman who would normally be off-limits to anyone except her husband.
Say what you want, but there is something edgy about hitting a pussy that was promised to someone else, especially when the wife is a stone cold fox, and someone you would NEVER suspect of being a submissive slut for another man behind closed doors.
Last, I love being dominant over a couple in the husband's presence. There’s something deeply satisfying when I see a husband silently watch me ravage his wife in their marital bed, knowing that he’s getting off on the whole show.
Most husbands I know are not submissive. However they do become extremely passive when I assert myself in their presence. Not only does this appeal to me, but I enjoy the wife’s reaction as well. The more passive the husband is the more sexually responsive the wife becomes, and that leads to even better sex.
Once you have taken the time to build a good cuckold relationship with the right couple the encounters can become intense, fulfilling and practically addictive.
What man would not want that?
Without a doubt, this site has become somewhat disappointing. The same people continue to CLAIM that they are seeking an owner, play, or just sex, yet are only haphazardly playing the contact game.
Now to top it off the site webmaster has changed the definition of FEMALE to Feminine adding to the overall confusion for people as myself seeking ONLY HETROSEXUAL contacts - not trans-anything!
I don't care how you identify - that's your thing. I do not and will not shove my cock into a man's asshole! That's my thing!
So I respectfully ask you who are inclined to list yourself as feminine - at least provide us STRAIT guys seeking a WOMAN a heads up.
To all the natural women posting - if you haven't found your niche after 2-10 years on this site - it's most likely not going to happen, or maybe it's you?
Hello to the beautiful souls in this lifestyle
i've been away from this site awhile, i seem to have developed, in more ways than one ! Especially my lovely budding breasts i now have growing on me, i accept i am submissive, trans, or sissy if you like. Two women decided to have me sign up for gender reassignemnt, and now i am pre op and on hormones, and i so love being me now, a kinky hybrid submissive, the only sad thing is, i'm not owned. boo ! The two ladies moved on after they knew there was no going back for me.
Now i'm seeking an Owner who would love to carry on making me be the way i am meant to be, serving them. i would embrace TPE and accept being a slave too, no say, no control. i jsut nered to meet that person who'd love doing such to me..
Don't be shy,,say Hi
Goddess has been back on site for a while, and wants to clarify some about Her Profile.
First, to be clear, Goddess has a fulfilling and rewarding RT Kink and Vanilla Life. She is here to interact with devotees ONLY on this site. No matter how deeply you fall for Me, you are not the exception.
Second, I know My Profile says that I am interested in cis. But I have been incredibly disappointed by the cis who have approached Me. you are all so dull and dim. So, I won't be responding to most messages from cis creatures any longer. And if you don't know what cis means, use google and join the modern age. It's not that hard.
GNC submissives on the other hand, have been delightful. Share your dreams with Me.
My ideal situation would be an active Dom who would like working out, hiking, adventuring around with me. I have zero plans of leaving my Dom I live with now but I do need someone who's more active to go out and do things He can't with me. We're open and play with others so having a friend/Dom who wanted to play sexually, kink, and vanilla world would be awesome. But if Someone was only interested in playing wirh us thats okay too. My ultimate hopefully goal is to find a Friend/Dom to hang out with regularly though. Also interested in having a poly household but not sure how my Dom feels about that. Oh a little about me. Most people on here seem very single minded and want some magic insta unicorn slave just off some old website like this...
I am a housepet. That means I have an owner. He has had me for nearly 10 years and you know... A puppy is for life etc. I am totally committed to this life and lifestyle and am very happy.
Where did we meet? Well I used to be a sex worker and he was a more kink interested client.. We had a few nervous meetings out and about then before long I was chained to his bed every night lol.
Here to perv and chat to other kinksters mainly. I like hearing about what happens in the rest of the kink world. Even if its mostly not for me. I am guessing that a lot of men here, and I don’t blame them, really, just want someone to look at their cock and tell them they did a good job by having one. But honestly, is that what D/s is? I thought that a Dom was a man that had figured out how to seduce a woman and liked seduction. I thought the whole point was for them to use their power in ways to see what they could do. Where are these men? I feel like I have more power now than ever and am so disappointed at the lack of creativity and artistry. What is up you guys?
Within minutes of making a connection a man says ‘you will be my whore’ which is a bit much, but ok, my dude, let’s see what you’ve got? Make me your whore! Just you telling me I will be your whore really isn’t so effective. Plus you don’t mean it, you might mean you want someone you can jack off to/with, which is cool, but that’s not your whore, that’s just a whore. And being a whore, which is also fine, is not what I am looking to experience. I am surely worth more than that.
When I think about being a man’s whore, well I get very excited. I think about the possibilities for so many interesting and intriguing things, I want to give this person pleasure, I want to focus on them, learn how to serve them. I want us to build a connection that allows for mutuality. I want to want to be really bad for him. But it’s a relationship and in my mind an important one and perhaps I am wrong but when I offer myself up sexually to someone it’s kind of sacred to me. I take the thing seriously, I am good at devotion.
There have been men that believed they very much wanted me to be their whore, but with the exception of a very few, they weren’t really getting me, and though they seemed very much committed to ‘the idea of idea’ of the dynamic, they weren’t able to be realistic- like they lacked maturity or experience. I totally thought I would be able to find someone to teach me something. And I am mean, I am not that evolved. I am sure I have a lot to learn. Are my expectations out of bounds? Am I wrong about what this D/s thing has come to be about? Any sane person out there want to share a prespective on this for me? No need to attack me, I am seirously just speaking from my own experience. (There is apparently a way to actually change the entire background color of a post: I have seen other users do it. All I can figure out to do is to use a different color "highlighter" to contrast against the font color. I guess it is essentally the same thing, but dang.)
I got contacted by a man on FetLife who fits so many of my criteria that I'm actually tempted:
lives one city over
within 7 years of my age
in an open relationship (he's separated ad casually dating)
has a car
He already has some chastity devices, and we have overlapping interests. We're sizing each other up, but he sounds eager to meet. eeeee!My only concern is his interest in "intox play," which Urban Dictionary defines as:
short for intoxication play, It is a type of BDSM scene where one or both partners get intoxicated and have consensual sex.
I put that one down as a hard limit: it's too easy to forget important things like negotiating safe-signals before someone is tied up and gagged. Not *cough* that I'd have any direct experience with that. *ahem*
However, we have plans for a coffee date this week, so here's hoping. However, since the pandemic it's not like I've been a social butterfly, so if nothing else I'll get points for making the effort. Considering going to the USA to meet a stranger.
Will take alot of planning but the connection is so strong.
There is a strong physical attraction and it is primal.
Life is too short and all I do is put others first, so for once I am putting my feelings, desires and sexual needs first.
But I can only imagine the moment I say I bought a ticket to the USA they will probably do a vanishing act.
Life of Waifs and Strays on CollarSpace. This lifestyle can be so enjoyable and rewarding at times... however I find myself disappointed with all of the fakes and phonies.
I am 100% real, I choose to live this life 100% of the time. Everybody I come across here anymore wants to play 20 questions and I hate it. I know what my profile says. No need to remind me about it, and then question me. That is not how I work. There is FAR MORE to Me than what you see here.
If I like you well enough, I may just clue you in...
...until then
A submissive with Etiquette
To be owned by Someone who wants to understand me and know who i really am, Someone who can Dominate me like no One and mould me to be the best submissive i can be. Someone who will not give up if the road ahead looks to be undulating but will guide me to firmness. Someone with a “can make it work” attitude as opposed to dismissive. i am and will be a very committed and determined submissive who gives my utter respect, devotion and loyalty.
Patiently waiting for my Leader to reach out and take hold of the reins.
(i am unlikely to make first contact but will always reply to all in a fitting and courteous manner that should be fitting of an online submissive)
The sub that craves the lack of choice- being taken and thoroughly controlled and used with no say in the matter at all. The only thing he can do is endure. What he's enduring also contains this enjoyable sexual experience. A passive psychology coupled with a body that is wired towards a more intense physical sensation - and he's the result.
He wants to submit, he wants to perform as expected, he needs to please and to be sure that he has. He is willing to go to great lengths to demonstrate how completely eager he is to give himself to another along with a deep need to be taken to that level.
He is a slave who craves the intense sexual sensation, the knowledge that he is giving great pleasure to another and to satisfy all the needs of the other, and through that he gains his satisfaction, pleasure, gratification and the positive sense of self as well as the ease and peace that comes from total surrender.
FWB, FUN....or LTR
The site is set on BDSM- but I can drop all that and just make hot love to a woman.
I am DDF and expect the same.
Hello lady's, and thank you for stopping by!
Miscellaneous Facts About Me...
* Name: Randall Loomis
* Birth Date: April 24, 1967
* Height: 6'
* Weight 220 lbs
* Hair: Peppered
* Eyes: Brown
* Marital Status: Single
* Astrology: Taurus
* Hometown: Troy, OH. USA
* Born: Milwaukee, WI. USA
* Gender: cis male
* Ancestry: Polish, German, Irish, Scotch
* Myers Briggs Type Indicator: ENFP
* Education: AS Automotive Technology, BA Comparative Literature Studies of English and Law, MA Intervention Specialist K12 Teacher
* IQ: 165 (Wechsler Adult Intelligence Scale, 2004 )
* Favorite Colors: Camo, Black, Aqua Blue
* Favorite Snacks: Cold butter on non toasted cinnamon raisin bread, assorted pretzels, chips and iced diet Dew
* Favorite Implement: Your favorite!
I am a very decent highly educated perfect gentleman that has been a ladies man all my life Fine dinning, first gf, first car and she at 15yo was reading her older sisters smut books; she made me do it all and eventually I grew to like licking her anus well for hours.
Now Im older and still want a hot sexy gf to love for real to make passionate love.
But I cant be with a gurl that is not passable I had an fwb for 3 years with my downstairs neighbor She is 21yo and looks hot, But I have had to groom her to be more lady like or girly I got her started on a nice scent from Katy Perry, But she doesn't make herself appear like a woman. Body oders, dirty finger nails, punky don't care personality, and now shes sexing strangers outside a bar after its closing time I don't want a disease or std Im clean I like kissing and when I see I see a beautiful woman and I can tell that I would dinner date you I would be your Daddy with FWB and you be my Baby sissy Anything is possible for the right woman...marriage or just a ltr I want to kiss my partner with lil gentle kisses and touches and yada yada FUCK whatever she needs from me to make her happy for hours of orgasms xx Daddy
I'm happy to see you post a full length pic with your face. That is essential for me to be attracted to a gurl. I am looking for a cd that wants to be treated like a woman. I'm straight guy all my life...a wine and dine ladies man that now likes all girls/gurls that are passable with a dick or a pussy.
I'm a straight alpha male, take charge masculine man. Hairy chested, well built 6ft tall, 220pounds and very broad shouldered muscular 52 inch chest. Great personality, good sense of humor, Loves kissing, hugging and fondling, many hours of foreplay for you.
I'm looking for a romantic friendship that has the intensity to start a spark with fun dates, wine and dine, dinner and dancing, pizza and a pitcher of beer, shoot pool or romantic beach blanket and a bottle of wine...or just to chat you about anything in your life. I want to love all of a partner and make her happy.
My profile is new I am light into BDSM, butt I do like submissive/sissy types. So Im a loving daddy Dom I was never gay But a pretty hottie 21yo tgirl and I started a FWB and played around like kissy bfgf Im looking to love someone with passionate love making and share quiet moments tv and your favorite treats delivered that is a 3 day weekend date with me.
I would rather drive or fly for a weekend getaways then have sex with the local escorts down the street. I want an exceptional woman for an LTR.
Since I have been away for a while, have a writing entry!
There is just something about women’s eyes. The way that you can look down into them and see the arousal. You watch, never losing eye contact, your breath mingling with one another. You watch her eyes squint and then light up when your skin touches hers, the space between your bodies getting smaller. The way the hue hazes over with eagerness and need. The underlining knowledge that she craves it, the roughness, the love, the caring about her, just someone being obsessed with her, even if for those next moments spent together. The furrow in between her pretty eyes when she’s trying to concentrate on listening, the deeper furrow when she’s angry for not being allowed a release, the begging and pleading in the corners of such a beautiful color. A tornado of frustration in the depths of the pupil that send fire to her iris when she’s pinned against the surface below her, the teasing ensues. Her words match the storm you’re staring into, wanting all of the earth shattering pleasure those pretty eyes are about to give you. As her pretty mouth fixes for another vulgar attitude, you see the fireworks on the brim of exploding behind that tornado, her head falling back, eyes squeezed tight, urging the leg shivering to take over her body. Your fingers dance along her body, your mouth cascades her skin as those pretty eyes of hers start to well with the happiest of tears. Picking her head up, you let the sea of waves in her happiness wash over you, never losing eye contact as you use your tongue to clean your mess of a woman with such beautiful eyes. I need to have my own personal dungeon type space. A place that I can just do whatever with whoever. Cool cages to keep a human pet or two in while I watch sport. Get foot massages while I'm watching TV. If the team I'm watching or betting on doesn't win, being able to put on a timberland boot and engage in a little ball busting to soothe my nerves. A swing will be mandatory. Pegging while a subbie is suspended is TOP TIER. I highly recommend. Admission fees to be determined lol
Let's Go CANES!!
#MIAMI Phew and thank god!
I nearly forked out just under £500 on the wrong specimen:
1. £295 for harness gear - custom made still lush
2. £50 for the application in 2 sizes
3. £95 rope bondage lesson but getting discount as the teacher is an old friend of mine
Will still spend for myself but if I ask a man questions it means I am investing time to understand how to give you what you want. You can't give me a second, ok, harness yourself.
I am good.
Still investing in the supplies just finding a worthy destination.
Some people like to talk forever and not act on their impulse I was thinking lets act on the impulse not just talk about it. Lady of Mexico
In Mexico, where the sun meets the sand,
There lived a woman, fierce and grand.
Her spirit strong, her will untamed,
In her veins, a legacy unashamed.
She ruled with grace, her presence known,
In every step, her power shown.
Her eyes ablaze with fiery might,
A force of nature, shining bright.
In lands of color, where passion thrives,
She led with strength in all her strides.
Her essence echoed through historys call,
A dominant spirit, standing tall.
In Mexicos embrace, she found her way,
A queen of purpose, unafraid to sway.
With courage as her guiding flame,
She carved her place, a revered name.
In every heart, her story lives,
A dominant woman, whose power gives
Inspiration to those who dare to dream,
In Mexicos tapestry, a vibrant seam.
Tripping at the first hurdle isn't getting old, it has been old. So let me explain how this goes. If you contact me and express interest, I'm going to hold you to it. I'm going to start checking your service mindset right away. I'm going to ask boring non sexual questions about your interest. I shouldn't have to repeat a question when you have stated this dynamic is something you want.
You can think it's funny or strange, but you're being held to the example set by people who have gone from online interest to real service in the past. Why should I adjust my expectations for you to lower the bar for standards you're unwilling to meet. There is a reason I don't mention my father often. Yes, I have father issues. Yes, it has helped shape who I am and what I try to overcome and who I try to be and not be. Let's talk about that. About him. If psychological family philosophy isn't of interest you may want to skip this one.
My father is a selfish, self centered, chauvanistic bully. Always has been, and he has no idea that he is. A lot of excuses have been made for his behaviors. He grew up doted on, his father was the same, blah blah blah, excuses. Now, I've known for some time that I am both more intelligent and emotionally aware than all of my parents. Still, I think people should recognize their own behaviors and adjust accordingly. Silly expectations, that's on me.
He makes me feel like a second class citizen. My opinion doesn't matter, my thoughts aren't worth paying attention to, he is right and I am wrong. It has created a lot of issues for me going all the way back to when I was a little PPC. Everything is a confrontation. It's never a question of curiosity, it's always a derogatory statement in the form of a question with a side of judgment and attitude. And it gets my back up. So I shoot back. Most people do not. I can't help it. And I know it just makes it worse because he won't back down for anything and won't see beyond needing to be the loudest. I'm trying to do this while feeling like a second class citizen and a lifetime of being dismissed, and I fumble a lot but I'm trying to stand up for myself and stand up to him and his opinions. It's scary difficult. It takes a lot out of me. It carves emotional scars a little deeper than they are.
I can honestly say that he has had girlfriends I would have traded him in for and if he died tomorrow I'd very likely be okay with it. I'm not heartless. I do a lot for him, I try to be a good daughter even though he's not been a very good father. I've come to terms with that fact. It can't be changed. He wouldn't own up to it if confronted. It is what it is. It took a long time to come to that.
An entire Thanksgiving meal just for the two of us since the rest of the parents couldn't be here. I ruined it at least three times, according to him. And my kitchen is too cluttered. And I need to do this and that. And I wait on him, bring him things, clean up after him, and stop talking when he ignores me for scrolling on his phone. I both wish and would never wish for you to actually feel this. It's so heavy on my brain, on my heart.
He left this morning and I am elated. I have a whole weekend to recover. To put my house back together. To erase him from my life until Christmas, when he will buy me things he likes without thinking about what I like or asking what I could use or looking at my wish list created for this very purpose, and I'll pretend to ooh and ahh and hope there are gift receipts. Prick. Building a Shared Language
Have you ever thought about the inherently flawed nature of language? What is the purpose of language?
At the most basic level language is the attempt to take what is in my mind and communicate it to your mind. Much like the phone game this process is always going to be extremely imprecise. Words are concepts. I'm going to take a string of concepts as I understand them add modifiers and conditionals and then you are going to interpret those based upon your understanding of those concepts and modifiers.
Take even the simplest of words. If I say a "tree", basically everyone understands essentially what I mean but not exactly. There are many different kinds of trees, they look very different from each other, they have different characteristics and quirks, different kinds grow in different areas of the world. I'm am in a more rural environment than say NYC is. Something tells me my relationship to the word "tree" is going to be much different from someone who grew up in an urban area. My mind makes different connections and ties different emotions, I'll picture something slightly different than every single person who hears me use the word.
That's just for a relatively objective word like tree. What happens when we start getting into more esoteric concepts. Submission, wow talk about a word that can have so many meanings, so many different emotions and thoughts around it. The internet has been great in so many ways but it has also created a sort of collective consciousness, many words have been loaded up with toxic baggage. I like to talk about breaking a sub, but I don't mean it in the way you keep hearing it, the way the last 20 toxic people have used it.
R.I.P. Dickey Betts!!!!! Hi to those who read my journal.
Major updates since updating a profile sucks ass now...
I do have a male partner, we are long term and engaged. Yes, I am still poly, but guys I am now triple picky when vetting you. You have to be damn special to fit into my life.
To all the amazing women looking for women here.... I am looking for just myself. That means my male partner will have no more then friendship contact with you unless YOU request for more. I just ask to be on friendly terms like be able to come over play board games, maybe go to the movies or dinner with all of us together. No this will not be every time maybe once every couple months. If you are looking for live in, great we can figure that out as well.
My age now: 45
2023-02-21 - Guy read a story and wants a replay USING HIM
Read more stories at www.SirKel.top
I had been chatting with a new guy on FetLife. We're going to call him Pennsylvania Redstripe. He read one of my stories at my website www.SirKel.top titled "Forced to be my fagot" and said he wanted the same experience.
He had Dominatrix experience but I don't think he had ever had a Male Dom control him. I'm pretty certain he had sucked cock before but only while being used as a cuckold. After chatting online and then texting for a week or two we finally set up a meeting.
Driving all the way to Kent, Ohio from Pennsylvania was slightly over a 1 hour trip for him. But he arrived just a few minutes early, I was impressed he scheduled it so perfectly with his long drive.
As he had read in many of my other stories, when he first came in he stood there and waited for my first command. Which of course was, "strip."
He quickly stripped and put all of his clothing on the chair where he was directed to place them. Then he just stood there for a moment as I looked him over.
I walked to him and put velcro restraints on his wrists. These are very nice velcro restraints that are normally used for ankles when connected to some form of bungee cord for exercise. They have D shaped rings on them. I had a cl and was going to cl his wrists behind his back, but I could clearly see he was extremely nervous. So I decided to wait.
He had warned me of bad knees, so I had a couple couch pillows on the floor in front of the couch. I told him to get on his knees, on the couch pillows, facing the couch.
He walked to the couch and dropped to his knees. I came up behind him and slipped a leather hood over his head. This was exactly like the story that he had read and wanted to be part of. I lined up the eye holes and the mouth hole and began tightening the leather Hood from behind. It's laced up the back.
Obviously I started with the laces at the top, pulling and tugging, tightening them as I worked my way down to the base of the back of his neck. I continued to tighten, checking most importantly that the mouth hole was properly centered. Once it was completely tightened I wound up the extra cord and tucked it under the neck of the leather mask.
I slipped a blindfold over the mask covering his eyes. I slid around in front of him and sat back on the couch. This was very similar to the story he read, and I'm sure his mind was racing, not knowing exactly what was going on in front of him but hearing my motion and movement directly in front of him now.
With both hands I grabbed the sides of the leather mask and started pulling him forward and down toward my cock. I wasn't completely hard, but I was hard enough for him to get the first taste of my cock as I shoved his mouth down.
He was startled at first, I think I reached in with my fingers and pried his mouth open a bit wider and then shoved him further down on my cock. There are no ear holes in the leather Hood, so quite loudly I barked out the command, "suck my cock fagot, that's what you're here for, get to it."
He started sucking on my cock and it began to grow quickly. Soon his mouth was filled with my cock. He started to cough and sputter a bit, so I gave him just a second to catch his breath, then grab the top of his head and forced him all the way down to my balls.
Eventually we got into a nice rhythm. He was still slightly reluctant, but his body language was telling me he was starting to relax. His body wasn't quite as stiff as it was, he was getting used to being a cocksucker. My cocksucking fag.
I continued to berate him verbally, forcing him deep onto my cock, occasionally giving him a chance to catch his breath. At one point I pulled my cock out and pushed him onto my balls, without being told he knew to lick and clean my balls and taint.
I had planned to eventually put him flat on the floor face up and sit on his face making him eat my ass. From our conversations he was looking forward to it. But as luck would have it I either had a nasty pimple or the beginning of a boil, and definitely did not want to subject anyone, even him, to that.
He was actually getting to be a pretty good cocksucker. I had to pull him off my cock a couple times. Watching his leather clad head bounce up and down on my cock was extremely hot to watch.
I definitely didn't want to shoot my load yet so I told him we were going to head upstairs. I think by this time the eye mask had slipped off so I didn't bother putting it back so he could follow me up the steps to the bedroom.
When we got upstairs I directed him to The far side,
Thought of a sexy Mixer/ Munch idea... Picture this...
You arrive at the upscale hotel address provided by Goddess Dani and head up to the suite. You clutch your chastity key in your jacket you were instructed to bring. you knock on the door and are greated by a pretty woman who motions you inside. She offers you a drink and let's you know Goddess Dani will be out shortly. As you scan the room you see 4 other guys mingling as they anxiously wait. The bedroom door to suite opens and Goddess Dani appears. She is dressed in an all leather bustier with a matching garter set, thigh high boots and sporting a bright red lip. She walks up to you and slides her hand in your jacket, retrieving your chastity key. She places the key on her necklace and puts it around her neck And smirks.
You belong to her now. I've absolutely no interest in her sexually but just added someone to Favorites just as a way to bookmark them so I can read her Journal entries. Because we have a few things in common and I may find her writings interesting.
Was considering sending her a 1 or 2 sentence message just to let her know the Favorites means that and only that..but apparently no messages from males are accepted. Which is just as well, since too many on here are unable to see the truth even if it's right in front of them, though I mostly sympathize as many have been burned by the dishonest in the past.
Others on the other hand, protest loudly how they hate all the unwanted advances but recoil even more from the encounter with someone who truly has no sexual interest in them but may have interests in common. Which is a bit rich given all the comments one hears about how it's bad form from the other side to only be interested sexually and to lose interest when it's for friendship..pot and kettle.. gander and goose..
On a positive note, life despite its pains and worse, can be very beautiful, so those of you, which is very many, who struggle with depression or holiday stress..please take a few moments or longer to take good care of yourself and remind yourself This Too Will Pass about bad things in your life, and find some moments to enjoy stillness, warm solitude, quiet and inner peace. What makes me a good Domme? Simple: I actually know what I’m doing. I’m not one of these “rawr I’m dominant” girls who just yells and hopes it counts. I lead with intention, precision, and zero delusion. I know what I want, what I won’t tolerate, and what I expect from anyone who wants to be in my orbit. I’m a good Domme because I don’t chase…I select. I listen…not because I need your opinion, but because I want to understand your wiring. I prioritize your stability, not just your fantasies. I have standards high ones. Olympic-level. If you can’t breathe at this altitude, that’s a you problem. I’m funny, but I don’t play. I’m soft when you’ve earned it, and ice cold when you need it. I can make you feel seen and safe, or make your ego evaporate like tap water in July. Duality is my superpower. I don’t confuse dominance with shouting, cruelty with carelessness, or power with pretending. My dominance is lived, not performed. It’s in how I think, how I move, how I choose, how I correct. I don’t need theatrics…my presence is the authority. And the subs who get me? They don’t just behave…they grow. Because I’m not here to babysit their kinks; I’m here to shape their discipline, their service, and their usefulness. So what makes me a good Domme? Easy: I don’t just dominate your body….I refine your mind, your habits, and your entire approach to serving a woman like me. I spent the better part of Friday evening in tight breast bondage. Goddess Tabitha started at the chest wall of each of my breasts and wound the thin rope round and round until each breast felt like it was being crushed.She then had me stand on a stack of books and she took an additional rope and wound it around both breasts then tossed the free end of the rope over the rafter in the living room and tied it off. With a simple slap on my bottom I stepped of the books to hang by my breasts, my toes about six inches off the floor.It was such an awkaward feeling. It felt like each breast was going to explode, it felt like they were going to be ripped from my chest, it felt like I was going to fallover backward all at the same time.She then took a lit candle and ran it around my backside. Bursts of pain and heat here and there making my body jerk adding to the pain in my breasts with each flinch.It didn't last long as my breasts actually started turning very dark, it was heaven and hell all at once. I was so very close to orgasm as she let me downAfter I was untied I had to crawl between her legs to service her needs in gratitude for my training session. I whimpered, begged with my eyes and twerked my hips to tell her how desperally I needed release. She just kissed me and said "not tonight pet, maybe tomorrow"We went to bed and cuddeled until we ferll asleep.I am such a lucky girl :) So I'm such a lucky guy.
i have found my perfect partner who possesses everything I have searched for .
An inspirational lady who has a core of bravery,compassion and care.
She is a tour de force and I feel a sense of pride when I take her hand
I am excited for our future together as we can give one another so much.
my profile will be amended accordingly .
thank you Collarspace ,for all your foibles you have worked well for me.
i hope everyone encounters the same luck as me . It's been years since my last journal entry. But I am seeing alot more profiles pertaining to play scenes. I mean if that's what your in to then fine. But no one can play a scene 24/7. So what are you the rest of the time? Vanilla? It kinda sounds like church people who are only religious on Sunday and back to their deviant self the rest of the week. If all you enjoy is play scenes then you are a bottom. Not a submissive or especially not a slave. If you judge a Dom or Master by the size of his toy bag then you are a true bottom. The major difference between a submissive and a slave is the word no. A slave never wants to say no to anything asked. But she knows in her core that she can trust him with her very life. Be who you are, but be real. !IMPORTANT CLARIFICATION
I'm looking for someone initially to come in as a cleaner / domestic drudge for a few hours either weekly or fortnightly and then go away again. I have no intention of putting anyone up overnight, nor am I initially looking for any more than stated above although whoever is chosen will be subjected to strict oversight by myself and be suitably punished should they not perform to the required standard.
With that in mind, you MUST be based in South East UK, either in Kent or able to asily get to mid Kent from where you live, so SE London, Essex, Surrey or Kent itself.
I would have amended my profile to reflect this but as that then means my profile disappears for up to a week I've been compelled to add it here.
Goddess Abyssia ***Rant Incoming***
This is just common courtesy. If you send me a message, I will respond to you but in a timely manner (unless this site goes down) and I can't respond. If you read my email and don't respond because you didn't like my answer, then that is your problem, not mind. Please at least have the courtesy of emailing me back saying that "You are not what I am looking for, the best of luch to you." and I will respond back "I totally understand, best of luch to you as well." Just don't fucking ghost me! That will get your email deleted and you fucking blocked for life!
***Done Ranting*** The Gift Pt ending
About a month later my Domme tells me that we've been invited to the Doms house in Austin. We were going to party on 6th Street first and get some playtime that evening. Bet!
So the four of us are in their living room and talking. The two dominants were chatting and I chatted with the sub. She asked me. Do you want to do a scene? Yes I said. Would you like to watch me being tortured? With a big smile on her face she said Yes!
We head out to their garage which cleared out and had plenty of room. They had bought a chain hoist and set it up for a whipping scene. (Another custom torture chamber built for me? Yes please!)
I stripped down to my black string bikini bottom and started putting on my cuffs. Meanwhile, the other couple was moving a couch around so it was placed in front of the area I was going to be whipped. I was attached to a spreader bar and hoisted up into the air. The other couple sat in the couch to watch. I was a little concerned because I wasn't told to wear any of my safety gear. It didn't matter I was ready for anything.
My Domme attached chains to my ankles so that I was spread wide and facing the other couple. She stood behind me with her long black single tail and began to whip me.
That familiar sound we all know rang out in the empty space. Wu-tish! Wu tish! Each lash left a bright red mark on my skin. The strokes were deliberate and paced. Between strokes I looked at the couch to see their reaction. The Dom was now laying flat on his back and his sub was on top of him and they were fucking each other while watching me being whipped. She's riding him hard.
This blew my mind. Usually, during a whipping scene I'm trying to concentrate on my breathing and ignoring the pain in my wrists and body. Being whipped while hanging is another welcome distraction so to speak. I try to anticipate every lash by tensing my belly. I want to last as long as I can. So my brain doesn't know which thing to concentrate on which makes the scene last longer. Watching an older Dom fuck his sub during my scene I suddenly thought, I hope he comes! Otherwise I'm going to be here a long time.
My Domme is aware of all this. She's not only watching me but also then. If she stops, he might not cum. So she's pacing things out in sync with their fucking.
After awhile I hear him yell out, Aaahh! He's cumming inside her. She's grinding him out, milking every last drop. The whipping stops and my suspended and whipped body hangs limply in the chains.
My Domme stands in front of me and says, Stay her we'll be right back. (As if I had anywhere to go). Then the three of them go back inside the house. After a minute or two the sub comes back out and stands in front of me. She says, I'm supposed to get you down. She hesitates. Can I stretch you a little bit first? I nod my head yes. She starts pulling the chain and stretches me.
I wince but I don't complain. She licks my stomach and rubs her hands all over my stretched body. I can feel her warm hands go over my whip marks and it feels good. I moan in pleasure. She then lowers me down. It's all over.
The next morning we're all in the kitchen. Nobody is saying a word. It's like nothing happened. What goes on in Austin stays in Austin I think. We're still good friends to this day.
Next up: The Show
Encounter
So one night at my baby dad's house when we were living with each other I decided at night to go for a walk. I was talking to Jesus and went into a clearing and into the woods. While in there I knelt by some trees to talk to Jesus saying that I wanted to be with him. Well while in there I started hearing footsteps get closer and closer to me but nothing was there. Once I heard another one not even a foot away I got up heart pounding and left back in the field clearing. I turned around to look back into the woods and I heard this loud woman scream a high pitched scream and it sounded like it was right next to me. I froze in fear calling on Jesus and I stayed frozen for a few minutes before collecting myself and walking back to the house I was staying at. To this day I have no idea what it was but it wasn't worldly. When writing to Me, start with
"Dear Ma'am,"
your first message to Me will include the answers to the following questions! :
Tell Me your first name.
Tell Me about yourself
Education, career, skills, talents, hobbies, interests, goals, and what you are passionate about.
Why should I consider you?
Include a clear, recent, respectful photo of yourself.
》》Be sure to read My other journals!《《
Because this seems to come up a lot... I am less likely to respond to your message if you are under 30 or over 50. I am less likely to respond to your message if you don't have some sort of photo of yourself either included or in your profile. I will definitely not respond to your message if it's some version of "hi, hey, good evening, how are you" etc.
<3 Was i talking to her:
You walked into my life like a sudden storm,
Shaking my world, changing my norm.
Turned my heart inside out, made me believe,
Then vanished like smoke, left me to grieve.
I needed you most when the nights were too long,
But you pushed me away like I didn't belong.
No words, no closure, just silence so cold,
Yet your name is the story my thoughts still unfold.
Do you ever wonder, do you ever regret?
Or am I just a shadow you're trying to forget?
Was I talking to her, or am I just a ghost—
Still chasing a past that has long since been lost? Through the Lens of Rika: The Sophia-Michael Connection Unveiled
this piece is on the vibes of the soul lineage/shard/fractures of the sophia energy woman and the archangel michael guy. of course as it always is on my side of the internet. but this time it's about either the beginning of the relationship or what happens when one of us meet each other either online or in person but do not go through with initiating past a surface level connection. this is through the analysis of the song the others by rika. even the music video showcases this lovely too.
when a femme/women of any gender expression meets an archangel michael soul encoded guy fireworks spark. chemistry is there. and an underlying pull comes. it can be pretty clear to those who work with energy and all the signs that will come if it's just this dynamic going on or something more. there will be more signs/synchronicities/depth/alignment going on if they are supposed to be your woman and you are supposed to be their man....but each of these sophia's and michaels have an underlying current of spark, magnetism, and probably some type of attraction going on than other energetic signatures out there. just do. why? not sure i was given the esoteric awareness without the whys yet.
let's pull out the lyrics to start the incantation as usual shall we?
verse
We're not together but I feel like we're together
And you know what
That when you leave you're like a mission puzzle piece
'Cause you know
Yeah boy you know
pre-chorus
I try and try a million times
I wish that I could read your mind
Day to day I can't come back
I love the way
chorus
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you know you're nothing like the others, yeah
'Cause you can call me, put you on me
'Cause I'm all you need boy
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you're nothing like like the others
verse
I can be the lion, no one got you on my mind
It feels good, so good
Mhh, you're away I'm dreaming of those days
This is so good, so good
pre-chorus
I try and try a million times
I wish that I could read your mind
Day to day I can't come back
I love the way
chorus
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you know you're nothing like the others, yeah
'Cause you can call me, put you on me
'Cause I'm all you need boy
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you're nothing like the others
bridge
I can know myself, I can now myself, no one, no one knows
You know me so well, you know me so well, so let's lose ourselves
No, I can know myself, I can help myself, no one, no one knows
'Cause you, you know me so well, you know me so well, so let's lose ourselves
chorus
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you know you're nothing like the others, yeah
'Cause you can call me, put you on me
'Cause I'm all you need boy
You know you're nothing like the others
No, you're nothing like the others
outro
I can know myself, I can now myself
No, you know you're nothing like the others
You know me so well, you know me so well, yeah
'Cause you can call me, put you on me
'Cause I'm all you need boy
You know you're nothing like the others (Yeah boy, yeah boy)
You're nothing like the others
instead of starting at the beginning i want to start with the bridge.
"I can know myself, I can now myself, no one, no one knows
You know me so well, you know me so well, so let's lose ourselves
No, I can know myself, I can help myself, no one, no one knows
'Cause you, you know me so well, you know me so well, so let's lose ourselves"
sophia again is the archetype of the original source of women that comes from knowledge knowing the foresight the ability to understand what is going on..a deep awareness of the future the deep ability to see ahead of the present and to tap into past present and all directions of awareness right?
this song says, i can know myself.
she knows HERSELF first....only by knowing herself can she understand what she sees around her. and in knowing herself she sees her outside world clearly.
through seeing her outside world clearly, i typo-ed outself.....i think that's a spiritual interesting typical..outside of the self....anyway through that she can clearly understand how other mens energies around her work. and she can seek the michael aura and how it looks in the sphere of men vs. the other energy and archangel qualities men carry. and if a man doesn't have angelic energy what that looks like as well.
unless you have the ability through whatever your psychic strength is to see it, no one else might be able to pick up on what you see. and then, no one might know or the average person might not know what you are picking up on.
not only that...no one will know yourself more than you. and through knowing yourself, you can see how deep this michael uses his golden boy the lead of the angel's keen tactical warrior senses to hone in on you. to see beyond what most men would not go into understanding. and because of your awareness of yourself and others, you see how heavy this man is going in on you. and for these michael men they sniff out women like me, like my sisters in a way they can just pick up on nuances that many would take longer to get.
michael and sophia after all are the same soul cyrstal if you will broken between two gender energy expressions. and now that we have the masculine and the feminine in different bodies it can often look in a multitude of ways...and this dark starseed archetype of the two spreads the way this looks into more finite details. a core of shared basics but things people might deem as 'too separate' simply different variables to figure out which way is the most optimal at once.
once she uses her knowledge and sees you....she's ready regardless of what the outside world or other appearances say to lose herself in you! why?
because she found your energy signature and essence.
YOU'RE NOTHING LIKE THE OTHERS!!!!
the song opens up in a fanfare brass moment. and it has cheers and celebratory vibes. this also goes into a vibe of fanfare of winning a war/battle spoils that would come naturally for an archangel michael masculine energy and her coming Things have changed yet AGAIN!
My father has declined to the point , that he is afraid to move in with me. I structured my whole life around this. Closed my business, left my condo, friends, clients, swing dance community, and support network, plus my Sir.
I didn't pick this place for job opportunities, I was going to care for my father until the end.
He backed out of coming twice and then let it slip that they, my niece, her failing husband and my father were moving 15 hours away! I may never see him again! My world has turned upside down.
Now I'm scrambling to get reciprocity for my license, sending out reaumes, and praying to secure employment. Starting over yet again.
The one good thing out of this, is the bathroom in the cottage, is completely renovated. It is stunning , just gorgeous! Porcelain tiled shower , elegant grab bars, not clinical looking at all, all metal shower fixtures, top quality, new toilet, new sink, beautiful oval mirror and lights. When renovating, when the wall was stripped down, we even found a window! I prepped the bedroom, learned to skim coat, scraped sanded, and primed it. I found gorgeous furniture for the parlor, a large couch, chair and a half and a darling tiny gingham print wing chair. A gas operated cast iron stove stove is in place and hooked up. Now I need to finish the kitchen. I stripped the wall paper boarders, several of them. Then came across a metal seam! Uuuugh! Put one layer of skim coating and need to sand that down. Another one or two more coats , then I sand and paint.
At this point I haven't decided whether I'll do my esthetic business or a small daycare out of the cottage. Either way, I need a part time job before I decide, and complete it. I landscaped the front of it, and it looks darling. The covered screenedin front porch has two Amish gliders. I saw my dad in those, rocking outside , safe and comfortable. Siiiiigh.
Anyhoo, I need to push forward, live in the now for a bit.
My Sir has been out , and his next time is on my birthday.
Hopefully all will go smoothly this time. Last time work took two of our days together 💩💩.
Miss him being around the corner. I can't believe it's been over two years!
After discussing my challenges with dating or even befriending certain types of people, my friend wants to come up a snappy phrase for me to use that translates into, "Yes, but your complete list of Issues Has to Fit in Large Print on an Index Card or It’s Too Much for Me.”
That's much pithier than what I originally said, so ... progress! Its been a loing time, but the writing bug bit again since Christmas. I have a novella pretty close to completetion. Looking for volenteers to help edit it.
Here is the synopsis an AI created for it:
In a shattered world ruled by ruthless megacorporations, eighteen-year-old Sophia clings to the last independent farm outside the megacity. Each night she dreams of the same man — tall, blue-eyed, commanding — who pins her against walls and claims her body with effortless authority.
When the farm faces ruin, her desperate parents send her to the black skyscraper that purchases beautiful, impoverished girls. Few ever return.
Under a merciless spotlight, Sophia meets the man from her dreams. He sees in her a rare, natural submissive ready to be broken and remade.
Stripped, examined, collared, and renamed Initiate 37XY8C, Sophia begins her transformation from frightened farm girl to obedient pleasure slave in a hidden world of absolute power and perfect surrender.
A dark, intensely erotic dystopian tale of total submission.
Just completed BDSM Test and results are below:
== Results from bdsmtest.org: ==100% Submissive 97% Exhibitionist 95% Rope bunny 94% Masochist 93% Degradee 91% Slave 86% Experimentalist 75% Pet 72% Non-monogamist 62% Voyeur 57% Primal (Prey) 47% Little 40% Brat 36% Ageplayer 8% Primal (Hunter) 7% Vanilla 0% Daddy/Mommy 0% Rigger 0% Brat tamer 0% Degrader 0% Dominant 0% Master/Mistress 0% Owner 0% Sadist 0% Switch Hey there everyone! i hope you all are enjoying your holiday celebrations. We are watching the original Independence Day movie, with re added scenes. Watching the movie got me to thinking. The President said the aliens go from planet to planet absorbing all natural resources. Our in home discussion was.. What do you think would have happened when ID4 aliens invaded the planet of Sigourney Weaver's aliens? What about ID4 aliens invading the planet of Battleship's aliens? ID4 aliens invading the planet of Arnold Schwarzenegger's Predators? What if ID4 aliens invaded a planet overrun by TVs Walking Dead zombies? i would love to know your thoughts. Thank you for your input. The grass is greener on the other side.
Met someone normal from this site.
Both very busy working professionals but seem to be orbiting which is not a bad thing just waiting to align a little.
Meeting someone normal makes you look at this site a little differently.
Your not dissappointed by the odd time waster because your time has no longer been wasted.
Your hopeful about a possible relationship now being closer to one that might have some sort of functionality in a modern busy working professionals relationship.
Makes you not want to advertise your vexes with the site but merely observe and let not affect you anymore.
- The grass is greener on the other side. Well I thought I'd make a few things clear on here I dont seek anyone who is sub I only seek dominant peole who seek somone to use and to serve them. It's not in my nature to be dominant, I just love serving and making peole happy whether that be during sex or anything else that's what makes me happy and turns me on.
I am likeing he thought of being a full time slave/sub for someone and serving them the best I can even if that means relocating.
I can be domestic and a slut in the bedroom if required. I know my place. I'm also very kinky into bdsm in many ways and get off on it.
suzy x x
So the forums are back up, we'll see how long that lasts. I deleted my old profile after they disappeared, but when I rejoined today I was able to get my old username. So I am back, just to see how things are. Maybe even start writing again. I wrote in my journal regularly before, even had a few followers. I was known for my bitchy honesty. We'll see if I am still that way or if I have settled down some in my older age. Even when we are apart, I still try my best to send him notes that'll make him happy and pleased. He loves when I'm in pain, so I tell him every time I am. Migraines, tender fingertips from blood sugar checks, toothaches, etc. I have pain meds, but to take them I must ask his permission. Whenever he replies to my messages are about these things, he enjoys them, and I enjoy his joy. It's a way we connect when we are apart.
I am thinking about taking some photos for him as well, later today. It's been awhile since I done that in general, but he loves looking at his property, and that should be priority over how I see myself.
Yes, this slave is finally bending. Master is making sure of it, but I'm also trying my very best and choosing to be intentional with my surrender.
He gave me beautiful bruises recently, as well, and I am grateful for his time, attention, sadism, and correction. Thank you, Master. Thank you for teaching me to let go and sink into your capable hands completely. I am happy to report one position in my stable may become occupied!! Starting a new probationary period with new bitch! It's so exciting! In the traditional world they call this the honeymoon stage. In my realm, I call it ...Break a Bitch in time! I'm still seeking to fill more spots as I'm building my poly household.
Read my profile carefully, and follow the instructions. Maybe one day soon, you can fill the next spot that will lead to you, as my eternal property.
Passions of a Ghost
Young and energetic MD approaches a stretch of buildings in the Sin City of New Orleans. Risking it all knowing he is outside his perimeter for Max Travel Distance from his military post, but he is dying to know what this new world is about. It is his first party within the lifestyle community with wild fantasies, expectations and fears raging through his mind. Will he be enough? How will he compare? Will he be accepted in a world which rejaspects him for being different? Questions galore which make his palms sweat beyond control.
He has a few contacts already within the dungeon having gone through their vetting process. Paperwork signed and face to face meetings had, all that is left is to walk in the door. As he watches the comings and goings he see's Doms, Domme's, subs and slaves walking through a well worn door.
Finally pulling himself together he walks in nervously and pays his fee to enter. Around the corner the adventure begins. Furniture of all kinds are found along the walls and in the center of a well laid out dungeon. People are talking amongst themselves, others strung up to crosses for their night's enjoyment, and yet more are preparing for scenes of their own. The energies are immediately felt and a bubbling rise is felt in his chest. As the energies are taken in he comes to understand. He is home.
In the coming years this shy little Dom was able to study under some very wise, creative, and often sadistic people of all walks of life. These early days was full of dungeon parties, munches, gatherings of all kinds. There was a code of ethics similar to the military which he knew so well. There was respect. There was courage. There was acceptance. Of course there was love as well. In this community which became my world D types were hard, sadistic, and pushed hard to bring to life the fullest of potential in themselves and their s types. At the same time they still had a heart. If anything they loved their partners far more than ever written in vanilla history.
Traveling with the military I traveled the country, but found myself in a different world when he got out after 3 tours overseas. The community had changed. It had evolved into something grander in size, but with so many elements which eroded the values he once knew. He walked those dungeons looking for any resemblance of the community he knew but it was nowhere to be found. Talking with his mentor she couldnt help but laugh at him. He was ranting and raving about the changes which took away the life he knew so well. He was struggling to find his way. He was frustrated how noone held themselves to a standard which made this life so great. He was lost and alone. Even in training with his partners he found them continuously pulled towards this easy shiny way of the life instead of putting in the work and patience required to get to the same level and standard as he needed. His mentor laughed hearing it all before and feeling it herself. She had long since left the community. She felt the changes moreso having come in years before he. She ranted and raved, felt the same frustrations. She battered against those walls trying to bring back those values long before he even felt their demise. After he finally stopped confused by the laughter, her next sentence said it all. "Welcome to the Old Guard"
It wasn't anything official or an earning of leathers. It wasn't anything to brag about or label myself as such. It was a pure statement which helped him understand in such a profound way what he had been missing. In all that time he had been looking up like a child letting others take the reigns of the community. He didn't see myself as a leader though having over 12 years in this life at that point. He didn't find himself worthy to take up that mantle yet.
After those words were spoken the whole discussion changed from what was lost to how he can be the example for those which feel that absence as deeply as he did. His drive towards mentorship and teaching drove a fire in him which couldn't be extinguished. He stood side by side with those very same leaders he looked up to trying to be that beacon. He started simply teaching rope classes but this also gave him a way to interact with people new and old within the lifestyle. Discussing the issues. Being that rock and safe haven to guide the next generation away from trouble and into a path of greater development.
It was a lonely road for nomatter how hard he tried, his equal in passion for this life was nowhere to be found. If anything his role as a teacher and mentor drove him further into isolation. Experience once valued was now seen as a deterrent for many. His age showing more and more became a wall he couldn't tear down.
Eventually after personal experiences which nearly crushed his soul, betrayal by the very community he loved and served for so long, he walked away into the shadows. He still had his friends and made the occassional appearances but his heart was held heavy knowing the life he knew was but smokey memories of a long gone era. Now 23 years into this life he found himself down the same road as his mentor before him. Slowly fading away as a ghost of the past.
Leathers faded and worn, toys dusty and bearing the years of use, wrinkles where there used to be none, and a sense of passion still burning in his heart he still hangs on to hope. Not for the return of a community once known, but for that one which knows that same level of passion as his own. That one to walk these roads well traveled but once more. That one who he can share his all.
Effort and Results
There are at least two parts to a slave's existence. Effort and results.1. Effort is up to the slave. At all times the salve must exhibit, even live in, effort. Always doing the best it can with whatever resources it has, mental or physical, to achieve total involvement in the work assigned it. This effort goes beyond duty, it is life incarnate for slave. Nothing in slave's cognition takes priority over effort to please its Owner.2. Results are the province of the slave's Owner. In fact, results have nothing to do with slave except how the Master may determine. To judge results is God like. slave is only related to God through its Owner. It may well be slave has experienced life without an Owner. This 'Ronin' state is the worst possible existence a slave can have. One of the reasons for this is the freedom the slave has when it has an Owner that takes possession of determining the quality of results. As the Bible indicates the only man (person) free of God’s judgement is a slave. Thus the slave needs to live in gratitude for everything. This grateful slave state can never be 'assumed,' but, must always be expressed outside slave's brain in every thing it does and says. Living in gratitude helps slave apply itself to effort at hand.
Rarely do I post in journals, most of our entries being from the wife but sometimes I do encounter experiences here that I'll feel necessary to speak on, in this case the experience has been more than a few.
Im not, and my wife is certainly not sending anyone money, ever.
Its mind blowing in this day and age just how many women shamelessly beg from complete strangers like panhandlers. We take care of our subs and their needs as responsible dominants but thats for live in arrangements ONLY. Save your seductive photos attached to sob stories and either get this collar or get a job.
A submissive without an Owner has a life that seems to be without a purpose.
Thanks
My wife's first words to me were a warning. "You're going to fry out there!"
I looked up from the sundeck at my condo and saw this pretty girl looking at me from a second floor balcony. She had long black hair and was wearing a short crop top that showed off her flat stomach. I waved and I told her I was fine and had lots of suntan oil. I went back to reading the Washington Post like I did every Sunday morning.
I was new here, this was my first summer at this place. It was steps away from the subway and had a big pool, a tennis court and gym. I loved the sundeck, a big wide area for sun worshippers like me. So every Sunday id head to the sundeck with my towel and the paper. I would do a few floor exercises and sunbathe while reading the paper. I was flattered that this girl was watching me.
She was now talking to me every time she saw me. "What are you reading?" she asked. "Would you like a water?" She would toss me a water when I said sure. Over time I began to look forward to seeing her. Eventually I asked if she played tennis. She did. She was pretty good and had a good forehand. During a match we took a water break as we were at the net. "Your shoe is untied." she said. I looked down and she kneeled down and retied my shoe.
Tennis led to workouts in the gym. She told me she was a trainer. She'd give me tips on form and spotted me when I needed it. I was doing a bent over row exercise and she spotted me and I felt her hand on my waist. Her hand slowly went to my back and drifted lower onto my butt. I could feel her fingertips touch the outline of the back of my bikini underneath my gym tights. So now I knew she wanted more than a friendship.
We talked about bdsm. She didn't understand it. I told her about my kinks and why it turned me on. I'll never forget her reply. "Why don't you let me train you so you look stretched all the time?". The truth of it was that we love each other. She's gay. She's had a lot of trauma caused by men and wants nothing to do with them. She understood my needs and we agreed that if this was going to work, she would have to accept my kink and I would never cheat on her. She's met all my friends and doesn't participate in bdsm.
You might be asking How can this be? This lifestyle is all about meeting one's needs. As long as both sides agree to things it'll work out for all. All I told her to do was to surround herself with beautiful things.
So my wife is my service sub. She takes care of our home, she cooks for me, she takes care of the pool, the Jacuzzi, grocery shopping. She loves it. It was raining one day when I drove home from work and there she was, in her bare feet holding an umbrella for me to walk me to the house. She decorates for the holidays. I hear her on the phone telling others how happy she is. She knows that I love it when she walks around in a T-shirt and bikini. She works out. She loves sunbathing with me. We fulfill each other's needs.
So to my lovely wife and sub, I thank you for your commitment to me and the love you've given me.
The Chinese sites like Temu and AliExpress have some cheap kinky stuff, but it could be embarrassing when kinky stuff comes up in your sidebars on various websites. It's okay when furniture and vanilla stuff comes up.
Cheap pvc wear amongst other stuff on Temu and Ali. Handy for anyone wanting to dip a toe into fetish wear.
I definitely approve of the shiny leggings on there, obviously.
We all know our devices are listening to us. But really, there should be a way to filter out the fetish ads. Getting an ad for Honour in a sidebar while browsing the phone at work would be interesting to explain if the guys didn't already know what I get up to in private.
Attitude matters!
I will be clear here.
If I choose you and you are not fit, healthy and eat healthy per My desires.
I will put you on a strict diet and exercise program.
I don't care what you weighed in high school or your younger years.
That is not what you look like today.
Who you are today, what you look like today is all I will see, and matters to Me!
Strip naked, take a long look in the mirror from every angle, take photos of yourself.
Are you proud of your appearance?
Or do you need to put in the work?
I am on a journey to better fitness and appearance.
If you are not, or have no ambition to, we will not match up.
you don't have to be perfect right now, although that is desirable.
What you do need is to be putting in the work and working on the goal of better health, healthy eating/diet, and becoming physically fit.
Eliminating substances from your consumption that is not healthy.
Watch 'Biggest Looser', maybe it will inspire you.
Its free to watch on freevee app
Last year I found a wonderful Mistress to assist me in my needs. I had many many discussions with Mistress of my needs and desires thru CS. It was late 2021 that i actually met Mistress in person, only for a meet and greet. I felt very at ease with Mistress during our first face to face, I wore a pink pair of panties Mistress allowed me to show her, nothing else was seen. The second visit was a exciting as the first, however Mistress allowed this sissy to walk around in the clothes shown on this CS site. Again, this was only a question and answer meeeting. I could not be happier with Mistress, really. For all of you who are looking, keep trying and be honest. Do not play games as the person on the other end should be for real I know I am, and my Mistress is also.
Thank you Mistress.
Starting on my adult content page today didn't figure it was this much work making the content was a lot of fun but little more than I figured.Link coming soon A small respite is coming, but it wont last long then it will be back to OT and I will watch my summer disappear.
Little heads up to anyone who may even remotely care. Folks need to grow up. If you are not into a person, then dont lead them on only to just poof one day with no explaination.
I will not be the one to text first normally. Nor will I be up all night chatting. My sleep schedule just does not permit it. If you truly are interested, then make sure I know it. Dont think if your coming for a visit, you will be staying with me. Not happening like that. We have a little hotel just up the road. I wont be putting miles on my Jeep traveling a thousand miles unless I am headed home.
Often times I wonder why I even log in any more. I have people who just dont get my job or schedule that comes with it right now. They dont gr that I just am not a huggy cuddly person. Even to the point of telling me "but your a woman". What does that have to do with the price of biscuits? I like my alone time just as much as I enjoy good company. My traditional upbringing often wars with the lifestyle. My geographical culture shock wars with where I really am from.
And people ask why I am so guarded. What is the point of opening up and feeling anything for someone only for them to just disappear? So if we talk for an extended period and I am just not emotional, sorry but not sorry. I wont continue to live that shit. To those of you who claim that you are "service oriented" or only wish to serve, please tell me what you are actually skilled at.
I love having my feet pampered, but I do not want my toes painted by you unless you are actually skilled at doing so.
The same goes for other "services".
You want to give sensual massage, but your hands are rough and your nails are jagged? No thanks.
Oral services, but you have bad teeth? Again, NOPE!
Take a few minutes and spell it out. Want to mow my lawn while you are wearing pretty panties and a big buttplug?
Can you do a competent job on the lawn?
Do you imagine yourself a domestic maid, washing my dishes in a frilly dress? Am I going to have to re-wash half of the dishes because you did a half ass job?
I love the idea of service slaves, but most of you are fairly worthless. Don't be that guy.
This is something I wrote.
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.Why did you make me do it -I remember, and tears of anger will not stop, the time you forced me to strip that night knowing that others might see.Why did you make me do it -I remember, and I have to hold my arms tight to stop the shivering, that time you said your demanding friend was going to fuck me.Why did you make me do it -I remember all of the times your eyes watched from miles away as you made me perform on webcam debasing myself for your pleasure and I have to try and calm my heart as it beats in my chest and my breath catches in my throat.How could you make me do that -the countless times I stood in front of a mirror and looked at bruises and marks on my skin and felt fear as you left, wondering if you would return.What would make you do that -I re-live the times your hands were around my throat, breath withheld, as you pounded between my legs and I cannot put into words the fear I feel.Why do you make me do this -my hands tremble as I remember the times i stood naked before you made me wear the clothes of your choosing and sat watching to make sure my makeup was applied perfectly.How could you make me do this -my stomach tightens as I remember the, oh so many, times on my knees begging or with my mouth wrapped deep onto your prick in the hope I would please you.How can you make me do this –and I feel like screaming those word for the world to hear as I cled my hands together and can feel the rope you used to bind my wrists and even the belt that lashed my ankles tight as you left me on that cold floor and I know I cannot forgive you.How can you make me do this -my world is coming to an end, how can I live without your hands on me. Without your control and love where will my submission go?How can you make me go to that fucking University when I wish, and want, and need, and desire, and long to stay at your feet.How can you make me leave you for those three long years when all I want to do is stand naked before you and see the love in your eyes as you look back at me and the pride I see, when dressed, I am lead out on that, oh so, delicate silver chain that pulls at my collar.My body reacts as every memory comes back, vivid as if those wondrous things happened only yesterday, and you are forcing me to lose those joys.Why do you make me hate you for doing the right thing in letting my world expand, why do you make me do this?When all I want to do is serve? Subservience:
In the dance of love, a man's strength lies,
Not in dominance, but in heartfelt ties.
A real man knows the power of surrender,
In yielding grace, he finds true splendor.
To submit is not to weaken or to fall,
But to stand tall, giving it his all.
In the gentleness of his loving embrace,
He finds his place, his truest grace.
For in humility, he finds his might,
In vulnerability, his spirit takes flight.
To honor, cherish, and respect with care,
A real man knows, a woman's heart to bear.
So let it be known, in love's sweet symphony,
It takes a real man to be submissive, you see.
For in the strength of humility's embrace,
He finds his soul's most sacred place. i don't play a lot of video games. In fact, I don't have a gaming system made in the last decade. But once or twice a year when I visit my nephews, I play this game that makes me really happy. So much so that I looked into buying a system just to play it. But a few hundred dollars doesn't seem like a solid investment for one game when there's so much else I need it for.
A few months ago my nephew got an entire system upgrade. My dad bought it. The entire thing. With every last accessory. So I thought, maybe he might do that for me, too, if I asked. My nephew told me everything I needed and I set up a wishlist for my birthday. My dad came to visit and he brought presents. All the accessories, yay! But no gaming system to use them with. Disappointing. But Christmas isn't all that far off.
A few weeks ago I was talking to my sibling and mentioned the whole birthday thing with the accessories. He said ask him for Christmas. I was really hesitant. If he didn't do it for my birthday I didn't have high hopes for Christmas. But if I don't ask I'll never know. It's still on the wishlist, I sent a text asking Santa to please get it. No response.
Its not about the gaming system. I would never have asked for it, I know it's expensive. It's about worth. Am I worth enough to spend the money to buy it? The nephew is. Am I? He has the money. You probably already know how this ends.
No. He didn't get it for me. I'm not worth it to my father. I am only worth the accessories.
I guess eventually I'll have to buy it since I have everything else and try not to think about the little value I hold for the man I try so hard to please. This is why I try not to ask him for anything. I don't know why I was hopeful. I know better. What every gurl should have...
Dressed in black silk thigh highs, wobbly on stiletto heels in a simple soft velvet black dress i sashay toward You til reaching out with Your crop You lift the hem exposing my balls bound tight in pink para-cord. Turning me with a flick of Your finger and bending me over You force a jeweled butt plug up my bung and swiftly flip my dress over my face and pull me towards You by the clover clamp chain joining my pert nipples peeking out from slits in my bikini bra. You drive me to my knees spreading them wide, vulnerable to Your slapping crop. Before they turn blue You lube my stiffening cock commanding " Stroke it, but dare not cum" while having grabbed a rattan cane You begin to stripe my ass to set a stroking rhythm. Each time stopping just as i am about to spurt and flipping the cane between my wide spread legs i scream as rattan bruises my scrotum.
2B continued? I have studied femdom and I am interested in everything to do with female supremacy and us beta males serving an amazing Domme like you for your pleasure, entertainment, and personal and domestic chores. I am very submissive and would like to be transformed by you into whatever pleases you. I will become your slave, your pet, your boyfriend, your footstool, your sissy maid, your girlfriend, or whatever else makes you happy. I am looking for real life and not online. I am not a masochist but I will submit to your discipline. I am hoping to meet a wonderful partner to obey in a Female Led Relationship. sacred symphony: where love, lust, and devotion meet
i’ve found myself at the crossroads of neurodivergence, spirituality, and kink—a meeting place where dominance isn’t just about power but about the profound and unending interplay of trust, ownership, and devotion. writing about these experiences feels like capturing the essence of an eternal union, where love, lust, and passion merge with spiritual and physical commitment to create a connection that transcends the fleeting and becomes permanent.
this isn’t about navigating the surface of dating; it’s about diving into the sacred depths of what it means to fully belong to one another—body, mind, and soul. it’s about exploring devotion as an act of ultimate union, a fusion of spiritual and carnal energies that defy time and space. through my words, i seek to articulate the beauty and power of a connection that isn’t just a relationship but a lifelong symphony of surrender, love, and sacred commitment.
just noticed they finally brought journals back, so I thought I would take advantage...
What is your purpose of being online? Mine is simple, to get to know others in the lifestyle, to see if any can not only meet my expectations of as ub slave but also understand how they can fit in my busy life.
If I need to invest MY time into fulfilling your online fantasies, then I am simply not getting anything of value out of speaking with you. it is one thing to discuss limits and interests, to gauge compatibility, it is another to feed your fantasy with no return for my pleasure... at least that is not for me.
Still think you're here for the same reasons as myself? Great, but here's the thing, would you walk into a job interview unprepared? Similarly, why approach a Domme if you are not prepared... mentally or physically.
I don't expect much from those who message me, atleast not in the beginning, but I do expect you to know why you are here, that you are prepared to speak, with the hopes of serving, and that you are honest and forthcoming, not just with Me, but with yourself.
So, why are you here? I regularly get messages asking me what I consider edge play or what is an "extreme" scene that I have done. A few thoughts on this. First, and most importantly, my adventures are no one else's fapping material. I have met people off this site before, but that is more of an exception than a regularity. Sharing something like a story, which is very intimate, or a scene, is asking a lot right off the bat and is something that no one is entitled to.
What is considered edge is going to be different for each of us? I am not here to one-up on someone or compare sausages. What is taboo to me? Having someone viewing another person on camera might not seem hardcore, but having cameras set up 24/7 to view on-demand is. Going out to dinner may not seem hardcore, but my footing the bill can be edgy. Humiliating play may not be edgy, but when you consider mental health, it can be as sharp as a physical knife edge.
If you are not on the same wavelength as I am, you will miss the subtleties of how sharp my edge is. I had my 15 month post cancer treatment scope. The one where they stick the scope up your nose then down in to your throat and look around to check if the tissue is still healthy and take pictures to see if anything has changed. And it's all still good. Nine months until I am past the most dangerous period for it to come back, but not totally out of the woods until 5 year mark. Still getting stronger, except for my right shoulder. Haven't had a dizzy spell in almost a month. The effects of radiation can last up t about 18 months, so I am at 15 months and am almost starting to not feel like I'm 80 anymore. Maybe going to the gym a few times a week and losing 20 more pounds has helped as well. 15 pounds to go to hit 160. I haven't weighed 160 since I was in my 30s. Can running my 6th marathon be far off? A man has to have goals. Maybe if the right woman was chasing me with a whip.....
Picture it Feb 14, 20?? (to protect the innocent). A friend of mine was getting married. I always had a little crush on his girlfriend but I would never do anything to jeopardize their relationship. Little did I know that she felt the same way about me, and I was about to find out. The day before of the wedding she called me up and asked if I could help her with a few things.She gave me the address and told me to stop by. When she opened the door she was wearing a robe and holding two wine glasses. She invited me in and we sat on the couch. We started talking about tomorrow's events and she said her feet were killing her from practicing walking around in the high heel shoes. She asked me if I could give her a foot massage. I rubbed her feet and I could tell she was really getting into it. She was at the nail salon earlier and didn't want to chip a nail and asked me if I could help her at a shower. So we went into the bathroom and she took off her robe. Now up to this point we only gave each other hello or goodbye hugs, and now she is standing in front of me naked. I am trying not to stare but she is in great shape. She told me to get undressed and into the shower with her. I washed & conditioned her hair, washed her body, shaved her airpits, legs, and pussy too. She asked me why I never made a move on her and I told her I didn't think she was interested in me. She said that's too bad, after tonight it is going to be to late and I will never have this chance again. We kissed a litttle, I got her dried off and into bed and I went home. I saw her the next day at the wedding and she was beautiful. The wedding went on with no problems and as far as I know, my friend has no dea how she spent her last night as a single woman. House of M UpdateDamaged (and Slightly Broken)
As the song goes, "You're just broken. You're a little bit damaged, I'm a sucker for that"
Something you might have seen in one of our past posts - "Seeking a slave who's slightly damaged"
But what does it mean to us and why is it important to me and the House of M.
First, We are all just a little broken and damaged inside. Nobody gets thru life without some degree of trauma, but so many of us just keep moving blindly forward, mindless of the bruises and scars that shape our actions every day of our life. We want those who are not blind to their trauma, and more, know how it impacts them and are connected enough with their inner self to confront it, so their brokenness does not blindly shape their life.
Second, broken and damage adds flavor, uniqueness, and depth. Another song goes, "You might have fewer scars, but I'll have better stories" is absolutely true. I have found that those scars create depth of character and more interesting people. We love your scars!
Third, to truly be able to be sympathetic to another, you have to have experienced struggles of your own. We want those who can be genuine, very real, and deeply emotionally naked with us as kinky people and vanilla ones too. If you cannot know the path we have walked, how can you truly "be" as real as we need you to be.
Fourth, broken and damage leads to alternative methods to "cope". For whatever reason, it has been my experience that those who are slightly broken and damaged, have the deepest craving for kink. Could it be because they have found their healthy coping mechanism in their kink? Could it be that really letting go in the lifestyle is easier, deeper, more fulfilling because the kink, quiets the voices, eases the pain, brings the sensations that triggers that dopamine rush they need? Perhaps A causes B, who knows? Perhaps?
Important: We will never take advantage of anyone. (That causes further abuse or harm). We respect each other, create a supportive environment, and are ALWAYS SAFE and SANE in our time together. So as long as it is healthy, we love help each other cope! Those who might hear manipulation or abusive use in this fourth aspect, know that is NOT it.
Fifth, we are stronger together. In our House, we care for one another. Master is a Daddy, and Babygirl has a strong Mommy streak. There is big time nurture aspaspects going on here. We support each other. We care for each other. Our style of blending kink and vanilla lends itself to supporting each other. This is a value of our House that we take very seriously.
So YES, we learned long ago that we connect the most with those who are slightly broken, slightly damaged. Our House will always be a safe (and exciting) place for you The Ocean Does Not Apologize for Its Depth
There are women who dominate and there are women who *are* dominance, the way the ocean is not something that contains water but is the water, is the depth, is the pressure and the pull and the ancient, indifferent power of something that existed long before you arrived on its shore and will exist long after you have gone. I am the second kind. This is not a role I step into. It is what I am made of, down to the cellular level, the way the ocean is made of salt and motion and the kind of patience that only belongs to things that have never once needed to hurry.
You come to the shore of me with everything you are. I want you to understand what that means before you take another step.
The ocean does not meet you halfway. It does not soften its edges to make the entry more comfortable. It simply is what it is, in its entirety, at full depth and full force, and what happens to you when you enter it is entirely dependent on your willingness to stop fighting the current and let the water do what water does. The people who struggle against the ocean are the ones it takes. The ones who surrender to it, who release the desperate grip of their own buoyancy and let the water take the weight, those are the ones who discover that it will hold them. That the very thing that felt like it would consume them is also, in its way, the most complete support they have ever known.
This is the theology of your surrender. Not the performance of it. The real thing.
I want you empty. Genuinely, completely empty, cleared of every opinion about yourself that you arrived with, every defense you have constructed across a lifetime of needing to protect something, every carefully managed presentation of who you are and what you can handle and how much you are willing to give. I want the vessel clean. Because I intend to fill it, every part of it, with something it has never held before, and there is no room for what I am bringing if you are still crowded with what you came with.
Walt Whitman wrote that he contained multitudes. You, in this context, will contain precisely one thing: me. My will, my presence, my pleasure, my standard, my voice in the place where your own voice used to be the loudest thing in the room. This is not diminishment. This is the most complete thing I know how to offer another person. To be so thoroughly known and so thoroughly claimed that the boundary between your purpose and my desire becomes academic, becomes irrelevant, becomes a line so worn from crossing that it simply ceases to exist.
The ocean fills every space available to it. Every crack in the rock, every hollow in the sand, every place that offers itself and every place that does not, eventually. It does not ask permission of the shoreline. It simply arrives, and it arrives completely, and it keeps arriving, tide after tide, with the patient certainty of something that has never once doubted its own nature or its own direction.
That is what my dominance feels like from the inside. The certainty of water finding its level.
Matthew Arnold stood on Dover Beach and heard the ocean's roar as the sound of a world that offers neither joy nor love nor light nor certitude nor peace, only the eternal note of sadness underneath everything human. But I hear it differently. I hear it as the sound of something that does not negotiate. Something that has been devouring shorelines since before language existed to describe the loss, that takes the rock and the sand and the carefully constructed walls of human certainty and makes them, over time, into nothing but new shapes of itself. The ocean does not mourn what it consumes. It simply continues. This is the quality of my dominance that I most want you to sit with: not the drama of it but the continuity. The patient, absolute, unstoppable continuation of a nature that was never going to be anything other than what it is.
Give me everything. Not the generous portion. Not the carefully considered offering of the parts of yourself you have decided you can afford to lose. Everything. The parts you are proud of and the parts you are ashamed of and the parts you have never shown anyone because you were not certain they could be trusted with them. Bring all of it to the water. Let it go. Watch what I do with it.
Because here is what the ocean knows that the shore does not: the surrender is the point. The emptying is not the loss. It is the preparation. The space you clear when you release everything you have been holding is exactly the space I intend to inhabit, and what I bring to fill it is larger and stranger and more sustaining than anything you were protecting by keeping yourself so carefully full of yourself.
You were not built to be your own container. You were built to be mine.
Kneel at the water's edge. Feel the pull of it. That pull is not danger. That pull is recognition.
I release what I was before this shore.
I bring myself empty and offer that emptiness as gift.
I am the hollow that her presence fills.
I do not end where she begins.
I am most myself when I am most completely hers.
The ocean does not ask permission.
Neither does she.
I am grateful for both.
Go under.
She will bring you back.
She always does. Part 3
Yes , the brothers had one more surprise .
I thought I was going to be alone, suffering in silence , but that was not to happen, or at least not yet . the boys had one last act . They were never really mean to me and I always liked at everything they did or had me do as caring for me and showing me the c live and attention I did not get from other areas in my life . their final act was to make sure I continued as a pet , even though they were no longer in the picture . they had me meet them at the place in the forest that they usually took me to. I arrived and they told me that this would be the last time as I stripped and crawled to them . but thus time instead in binding me to a tree, they bound me to the log that functioned as a chair .after that they rolled my holes and deposited their seed as they had done so many times over the last several years. when they were done they both caressed me , before fastening a shiny red collar around my neck, a gag in my mouth and a hood over my head , and said good bye as I heard them walk away. then I was alone bound , naked save for the collar and hood , lost in my thoughts, I dozed off unaware of the passage of time , or of the foot steps that had done up the path. I awoke to the aroma of a hardwood fire. unable to see or speak, I listened intently to any sound. I could make out foot steps , two different ones . I felt a bit groggy and dozed of again . when bi woke the second time , I true to move , forgetting for a moment where I was and that I was bound . I heard an unfamiliar make voice say it's, awake . a female voice replied , I'll be ready in a few minutes wait . at this time I heard movement and could smell a perfume as the breeze came toward me . the male came over and removed the hood and as my eyes adjusted I saw him dressed in black leather pants, a chest harness and a cover snapped over his crotch. then I heard her for the first time , in a firm tone telling him to remove the gag from her , emphasize the word her. She walked over to me and stood in front of me , I had never seen a women dressed like this thigh high shiny black boots , a short leather skirt , corset top , and a ringed harness around her waist . I had seen her before , she was the girl from the next block . As she stood there, she told me that the brothers in an act v of compassion had arranged this for me. they wanted to make sure I continued on my journey , She sounded sweet and kind as she explained that to me and that the reason I was Groff is they had coated the gag with a pill to make me drowsyand relaxed as she wanted me to be relaxed for what was to come . after that she attached a chain to the collar around my neck and gave it a sharp tug. in a very commanding voice she told me the collar around my neck belonged to her, , the chain be longed to her and from now on I will belong to her and she expaspects obedience, and loyalty , and the brothers have given me to her to continue my training , and iv was now her part to use in anyway she saw fit. did I understand , she un buckled the gag and asked me again did I understand , I answered yes , and she yanked the chain savagely and held it tight pulling the collar around my neck right enough to stop me from breathing , just when I started stuffing to breathe she relaxed , and a I was gaping for air she sits you first lesson , you shall refer to me as Ma'am, when we are in public , and Godess when we are not . so let's they that question again Do you understand what I said that you are now mine to use as I see fit ? I answered Yes Godess . . she smiled very good. I understand you know your way around a cock . we will see , if your good enough , I'll let my boyfreind try you out . but it's not all about cocks anymore , you are going to learn your away around a pussy . her boyfreind came over with a dildo she attached to the harness around her waist. she had me thank him and to me he was Sir, from now on. . She approached until the dildo was brushing my lips and simply said show me.
Some might ridicule me for what I am about to post, thinking that I shouldn't say it here, but I really don't care. If you don't like it, go to someone else's profile.
It was here (on CollarMe) that my Daddy (and later Husband) met and so it is here I will write this and declare it...
My heart has been shattered into so many tiny pieces it feels like they'll never be put back together but I know that somehow and some way they will be. I know that some friends on here have been told, but not everyone was made aware and so I feel it necessary to inform everyone that my beloved Daddy and Husband, DeadlyDream, has left me. Not in the normal sense, meaning we didn't get divorced, or he didn't move out; what I mean is much, much more devastating on a personal level.
On December 30, 2021, at 4:30am he suffered a heart attack in bed. I tried, I truly did, through CPR and through the massive efforts of the local PD and EMTs to bring him back but after over an hour they declared him gone. I felt as though my world stopped when the EMT turned to the Police officer and shook his head while the others covered my beloved Daddy. It's been a few months, I know... But it's taken me this long to deal with everything, and to come to terms with what has happened. To convince myself that he’s NOT going to come strolling through the front door like this has been some sort of grand joke that he’s played on everyone.
I'll never again get spun in the living room as he spontaneously grabs me while music is playing and dances with me. Or grabs or slaps my ass in the middle of a store and declares that “this is my ass and no one else’s” as we’re shopping. I won’t be able to have play wrestling matches in bed that start other fun times in bed. Yes, we argued like any normal couple, but we had more good times than we had bad times, and those are the ones I’m going to cherish more than the bad ones. I’m not going to get to hear him sing to me or hear his perfect imitation of Eeyore telling dirty jokes to me. However, what I AM going to do? I’m going to be the strong woman he taught me to be. I’m going to remember him as the loving man he is, and I’m not going to let this drown me in fear or trepidation.
I ask that all his friends on here remember him the same way. As the strong, goofy, wonderful man that he was. He goes on, in the organs that he donated. I know that several of them were used to save lives. I received several letters of thanks, sharing stories of what good he did and how he continued to do good even though his spirit has left us.
Oh friends. What I'm about to describe may change our relationship, but it 100% happened just now and I'm not sharing this story with anyone else.
My puppy woke me a short time ago to go outside. Glancing at the clock and seeing it was 4:30, I didn't do any of the things I would normally do before taking her outside. Her waking me means we need to go now. Yes ma'am, let's go. We get outside and she decides that dandelions are interesting and this patch of grass tastes divine, and so on, as she does sometimes leading up to her business. She has a flare for the dramatic, like her momma. Meanwhile, I've had to pee since the moment she woke me. All the way down what felt like ten thousand stairs, through every moment of her moseying outside, I. Have. To. Pee. And I'm not going to make it back to the house.
Chances are if you're reading this you are genetically male (is that the correct term?) and so you would just pull up a patch of grass and unzip. Not having that luxury I faced my two options. Either I could wet my pants, or I could squat and tinkle. Friends, I really tried to use all of those downstairs muscles to make it back to the house. Truly I did. But it wasn't going to happen and I did laundry earlier today. So I did the unthinkable. I moved to a spot less lit. I slid my pajama pants down a bit. I squatted. And I peed. I'm sure someone's door camera caught it, or maybe someone out for a walk. Hopefully it was just me and my puppy. And now you. It's our secret, okay? Thoughts...
If you read my profile, you konw I'm evolving. Pamela calls and I listen and become. The question is, how far I will go. Today, I went shopping online for more clothing and toys. I wonder what wearing these things and submitting to these toys will do.
Previously, the intent of the dressing and toys was to see if I could put Pamela away. Obviously, that didn't happen. Will this next round make Pamela emerge even more?
I'm looking for guides - dominants that are interested in taking a fledgling submissive farther, gently coaxing her out, pushing those imaginary boundaries that I have yet to reach. I imagine I will be a horrible submissive, real life gets in the way as does my personality.
Still, if you are interessted in experimenting with me - drop me a note.
Pamela In a dungeon deep and dark, so goes the tale,
A Mistress and her sub, both clad in leather's veil.
With a whip she cracks and teases, oh what fun,
Her sub's eyes widen, "What have I gotten done?"
She ties him up, with knots so tight, he's stuck,
She whispers, "Fear not, for pain is just my luck."
Tickling feathers, ice, and wax, she plays her game,
He squirms and wriggles, calling out her name.
"Now beg for mercy, plead and grovel low,"
He follows orders, putting on a grand show.
She grins and chuckles, "That's enough for now,
But remember, my dear sub, I hold the power, and how!"
With playful glee, she toys with his mind and frame,
In this erotic dance, neither are quite the same.
Their bond is unique, a blend of pleasure and jest,
In this world of domination, they both find their zest. Looking for someone local in dallas texas
Listen up, boys. I’m looking for a local sub who actually knows how to kneel, beg, and worship me the way I deserve. Over 35? Perfect. Mature enough to know better, still foolish enough to want it.
You will worship me in every way I please:
Pegging (because sometimes I want to see you squirm)
Ball busting (you’ll learn pain can be pleasure… my kind of pleasure)
Foot worship (my toes aren’t optional—they’re sacred)
Strip roasting (I’ll verbally roast you while you grovel)
Body worship (kneel, lick, beg, repeat)
Trampling (I like to feel your desperate little body under me)
Impact play (spanks, paddles, crops—you’ll earn every one)
i tried to put this in my main profile but, for some reason, the system would not let me so i am putting it here.
i am BiSexSubBurl which sums up my BDSM life in a nutshell.
Not hearing from him is absolute agony. I don't understand not talking to your partner for this long. Even if mad at them. I get I screwed up, but I would and do miss my partners after just a day or two of not speaking. His resolve is way stronger than mine though. The not knowing is just gutting me. And no I'm not going to elaborate on this to anyone else I haven't already explained it to. I'm tired of explaining it repeatedly and people not understanding or respecting what I'm saying or talking trash about him, trying to convince me to walk away so they can have a chance at me even after me saying that won't happen.
i just want to talk things over and make things right again. When I begin searching for a dominant I am extremely particular. I don’t trust easily and I don’t care or love easily either. I ruled a number of people out because I knew I couldn’t trust them, or they didn’t have the right motives, experience, temperament or ego. I didn’t want a know-it-all and I didn’t want a complete newbie either and I certainly didn’t want an egotistical guy with real or fake experience. Immediately when people hear the word particular they sometimes think ‘shallow’ but my carefulness was really about finding someone I feel safe, sane and consensual so that I could build trust to allow myself to experience my submission. Finding someone I could allow myself to experience my submission with and through. Someone I trust implicitly, someone I care for deeply and someone I want to hold the title and responsibility of owning me. Well almost a week now since my last entry, not that anyone is concerned
I've been off work since the 15th, and will be until the 8th of August, all this time off and I can't even go on holiday, thanks to petrol prices and Brexit ruining everything.
So here I sit, with my kinky thoughts, seeking some kind of stimulation and escape.
I hope everyone is having a nice time. How To Bring Out The Best In Your Man
If you’re looking for ways to manipulate or control your man, this post is not for you.
If you’re looking for ways to undermine or overpower your man, this post is not for you.
But if you want to bring out the best in your man and unleash his full masculine power, you’re in the right place.
I want you to know this one powerful and essential truth about your man – the single most powerful way to bring out the best in him:
Worship his cock.
Before I tell you how to do that, I want to tell you why:
Sexual energy is the most potent creative force that we have access to. It’s quite literally the energy that creates life. It’s also the energy that moves us, through our powerful desire, the force that energises and enlivens us.
It’s our fiery, inextinguishable creative essence.
But when you cut someone off from their sexual expression, you cut them off from all of this. You take away their vitality, their potency and their passion.
It’s why emasculating your man fucks him up so much.
And yet we emasculate our men in so many ways:
We mock them, shame them, reject them and belittle them.
this is my dream
This is not a fantasy.
This is the ache beneath my ribs—
the lullaby I’ve hummed to the stars
since I first learned to wait.
I have waited
with my heart open like soft hands,
through silence, through stalling,
through the almosts that never quite stayed.
I dream of a man who is not just Daddy in name,
but Daddy in soul—
the kind who meets me at the door
with arms that feel like Sunday morning.
Where I kneel, not in performance,
but in reverence—
because I know I am held.
Because I know I am safe.
I want to kiss his feet every day—
on the good days, with laughter between us,
on the sad days, when the world is heavy,
on the angry days, when we tremble but choose not to run.
Not out of duty, but devotion.
I will pray over him.
Not because he needs saving—
but because I need to witness his peace,
his purpose, his path made light.
Because loving him is my quiet altar.
I don’t want a scene.
I want a sanctuary.
I want someone who learns my rhythm
and holds my chaos like something holy.
To be kissed on the forehead
because I am more than pretty—
I am precious.
To be told "good girl"
in a voice that knows
I am doing my best,
not just being obedient.
To not have to explain
why I cry after sweetness,
why soft love undoes me,
why I tremble when someone finally stays.
I’m not waiting to be played with.
I’m waiting to be kept. OK my conclusion is that 98% of people here WANT a kinky relationship but have never actually done any real world kink activities or lifestyles. This is going by the, holiday/wedding/scary stare/drinking at bar photos.
That is fine I suppose. But the difference in chats between actually kinky lifetylers and people who just have a vague desire to be kinky is like night and day.
No am not really interested in seeing your face (having a face does not make you a kinky lol). I do really want to see you doing some kink though. As thats what prob attracted you to my profile?
Still making new friends here. So gonna stick around.
I am using this journal entry as a reminder for all of us to listen to our instincts.
Distrubing experience, i had a man, [USERNAME REMOVED], contact me, he was nice and courteous, said he was very intrigued and wanted to get to know me better. Not having photos on my profile, as a courtesy, in my reply I sent a photo stating it was from 2 weeks ago, and requested one from him without hats or sunglasses.
He replied that I had sunglasses and he wanted photos from me without sunglasses. Red flag for me that he will be a problem
I replied, this is not tit, for tat and I dont feel we will suit. Thanked him for his interest and wished him good luck. I then also explained those were not sunglasses, but preion red filter glasses for a sun sensitivity. They don't prohibit clear view of my face at all
In an aggressive accusatory tone, he replied, my photo looked like a strip mall in the US with cars and trucks. And i was not good at faking photos, and I looked like a man in a dress 😂
i had already said the photo was from 2 weeks ago, I didnt feel the need to say it, but it was while i was in the US and the strip mall was where i had my hair done. His accusatory tone and misogynistic turn, proved to me, from that first reply about the photo, I was correct in feeling he would be a problem. Always trust your instincts.
Nonetheless, i wrote a reply acknowledging, yes it was in a strip mall in the US while I was visiting 2 weeks ago and had he asked about the fact Im in Portugal and it appears the photo is from the US, his question would have been answered. And it would have been a lesson in assuming the worst in people. My theory about that, is people tend to project onto you what they would do and hence the distrust.
He'll never learn the lesson, after he went Jekyll and Hyde, he blocked me.
People live in multiple places and travel all over the world, have photos from everywhere, phone numbers from different countries and if you have questions about where they are actually located, simply ask.
ASSUMPTIONS never work out!
At the end of 24 - 2025 .. I’ve stepped away from this platform before and return with intention—not curiosity, not games. I’m interested in real-world compatibility, emotional maturity, and mutual respect, not fantasy hopping. I seek a man who understands this lifestyle, is committed to it, and can actively participate in a stable vanilla-blend partnership.
I'll fix the typo at a later date!!!!! Japan has been an interesting getaway. I really am too fussy of an eater to really appreciate the culinary experience here. Most of the ramen offerings will be pork related and that annoys me. I did find a wagyu ramen last night but it was a bit underwhelming. The shopping is probably the highlight of the trip. More specifically the boutique stores with streetwear like Supreme, Undefeated, Atmos, etc. Unfortunately I did not find the BDSM scene while here. Oh, Universal Studios was fun. I've recently had the chance to think about TPE more, and I decided that there are ultimately four types, three of which I consider acceptable.
In order of intensity, there is first the type, which is simply pushing past where a sub/slave would normall safeword, but not pushing so far that the subconcious is actually forced to acknowledge that they are not in control. This is a stage where a slave is usually begging or angry.
The second is the type that I practice currently. Pushing past where people think their limit is, past the second limit where their subconscious gives and realizes that it can only endure, but not going past the last one. The one that makes the mind retreat and can cause trauma. I just brush up against it.
The third is when someone deliberately breaks through that last barrier, repeatedly doing so in order to shape the slave into what they desire, using that shaping to subsume other desires and wants, to change who they are at the core level. This is acceptable when a Master has the time, will, and facilities to manage fully breaking a slave, and a slave has agreed beforehand.
The last is just the territory of psychopaths, just breaking for the sake of breaking, to do as much damage as possible, and only for their own amusement. I’m realizing that my heart is learning faster than my words can keep up.
I’ve been exploring what it means for me to want attention, connection, and intentional dynamics in my relationship. I love flirting—not because it’s shallow, but because it makes me feel seen. I love being noticed, chosen, and appreciated. There is something deeply affirming in that for me, and I’m done pretending it’s something to feel guilty about.
At the same time, I’m learning that I don’t want to be reduced to a role or a fantasy. I can’t live as an idea. Real life exists—laundry, stress, tired days, responsibilities—and I exist fully inside of that reality. Submission, for me, isn’t about performing constantly. It’s about choosing to show up with softness, trust, and intention even when life is ordinary.
I crave the quieter moments most.
The way I listen more closely.
The way I offer support without being asked.
The way I slow down, check in, and make space.
The way I surrender control in small, meaningful ways—through care, consistency, and presence.
Those moments feel more powerful to me than anything dramatic. They feel real.
What I’m struggling with now is how to explain this to my husband in a way that doesn’t sound confusing or contradictory. How do I say that I love attention and playfulness, but that I also need grounding and depth? How do I explain that I don’t want to be put on display, but rather held with intention? That my submission isn’t something I turn on and off—it’s something I live through daily choices, not constant expectation.
Seen a few of these done on profiles and got curious. Thought I'd give it a go.
== Results from bdsmtest.org ==
98% Degradee
94% Submissive
86% Slave
85% Rope bunny
74% Pet
70% Primal (Prey)
69% Boy/Girl
69% Brat
67% Exhibitionist
66% Experimentalist
65% Ageplayer
61% Masochist
59% Voyeur
47% Non-monogamist
33% Vanilla
19% Switch
15% Rigger
11% Dominant
4% Sadist
4% Primal (Hunter)
2% Daddy/Mommy
0% Owner
0% Master/Mistress
0% Degrader
0% Brat tamer
The desire to be dominated
It's perfectly normal for men and women immersed in BDSM to have specific desires and fantasies, such as the desire to be dominated. The lifestyle encompasses a wide range of activities and dynamics, and it's essential to communicate openly and honestly with your partner(s) to ensure that everyone involved is comfortable and consents to the activities taking place.
In the realm of the BDSM lifestyle, communication and consent are paramount. Before engaging in any routine activities, it's crucial to have a conversation with your partner about your desires, boundaries, and limits. Establishing a safe word is also essential to ensure both parties can stop the activities if necessary.
Remember that BDSM should always be safe, sane, and consensual. It's essential to prioritize the safety and well-being of all involved parties. If you're new to the lifestyle or have specific questions or concerns, it's a good idea to seek out resources and educational materials, or even consider attending workshops or discussions within the BDSM community.
Ultimately, your interests and desires in the lifestyle are personal, and as long as they are consensual and safe, it's a valid aspect of your sexuality. It's essential to find like-minded persons who can share your interests and engage in these activities with respect and understanding.
If you have any specific questions or need advice concerning our lifestyle topics or anything else related to your interests, feel free to ask. I'm here to provide information and guidance based on your preferences. What's Forrest Gumps password? 1forrest1
I am not perfect, I don’t expect those around me to be either. I don’t dwell on mistakes or the past. I choose to move on. We have all stumbled on this venture of finding the right person. Those stumbles do NOT define us. How we work our way through the problem does. Why do we look for someone else to be perfect? Are we? Do we bring baggage to the relationship?We each need to find someone who makes us happy and whole, then lean on each other through the hard times. Find someone who is willing to meet you halfway and adjust as we grow. Learn from each other and teach each other. How long are we willing to look for perfect ? NEVER accept TOXICITY as acceptable. Hi, so, I have a fantasy and am looking to offer my submissive, services for anyone hosting a Superbowl party 🎉 🏉
I'm available to dress, cheer and play along however you decide! Show me off to your friends, use me as a wager, or just keep me locked away as your good luck charm 😘
Message me for more information so we can set something up!! I'm looking forward to being able to being your slutty little cheer squad! ❣️🙏 I opened my profile and was overwhelmed with mails. Some from old friends. Some from people I didn't know. I did continue conversations with a couple new people I was anxious to get to know (one near, one far), and ghosted by both. I may have said or done something unintentionally in a way that could be taken wrong, I have been rather ill with a sinus thing (not the kind of sick I am use to) and a tad grouchy and needy. But still something could have been said in a message perhaps?
It was way too soon to be sodomized the first time someone tried. I just couldn't take it. It hurt so much that I avoided anal sex until I was in my early 50s. Realizing how many years I wasted being afraid turned me into the eager slut I am now. It's true.
I can't speak for anyone else but I have heard this happens to a lot of betas. Anymore when anyone fucks me I lose all sense of manhood and experience a surge of femininity until they finish, sometimes even longer now. It feels so right but it doesn't last like I want it to. I'm sure the day is coming when I'll remain a gurl permanently.
There are Doms and Dommes here who want submissives like me to feminize and control. I might be the ideal one to serve you long term and live-in.
So, please tell me, how can I serve you? How do you see me fitting into your household and improving your life? I dont feel like I am home. I am treated not the greatest unless I have company then she puts on a show of how good she is to me. It is all an act. When I am in the sling of the hoyer she will cause it to jerk which puts fear into me that she drop me. She does it on purpose. I am so tired this bs. This is a total nightmare and I am not waking up from it. Yesterday she pointed her finger at me and bitched me out. It is getting rediculous. .f I'm a masochist and only interested in play with sadists.
Into spanking of all kind, domestic discipline, cage and leash play, degradation, humiliation, and more.
I have a desire to be controlled. I want to be told what to do and how to do it every step of the way. And I need to be severely punished for any disobedience or imperfection.
I find it fun to fear of anyone that I play with. I respond well to doms that get off on making me make me obey ignoring my comfort. I try not to be bratty, but if I do, and proper correction quickly silences me.
I also sometimes serve as a hir .ed house maid for short trips. I clean and do any chores required.
I'm happy to travel anywhere for the right person. Tell me how I could serve you. It's been awhile. It seems that fewer and fewer people are interested in an actual D/s dynamic. They want a provider, they want just a little bit of kink on the weekends. Maybe that was always the case. After many years here I just see a trend towards transactional relationships that have nothing really to do with D/s.
Nevertheless, I am amazed at the good and genuine people who stick around and have good intentions. You all make it worth logging in. Thank you for arriving and staying. I used really enjoy male chastity and all their torment.
Now I prefer no physical chastity and the man having self control over his penis. So I don't spend a ridiculous amount of energy talking about his penis (night wakes, chastity rubbing, when can he be free/locked blah blah blah) It stopped. Why? My choice as I am in control of ME.
Now it's about other things that are more interesting.
In this journal I said I am NOT into chastity then 5 guys on the trot offer their their.locked penis key to me. Silly boys didn't read the whole sentence=got blocked. Hello my fellow kinksters.
I am so glad that this site brought back the ability to add new journal entries.
Today's rant boys and girls is...
Does no one want to be an exceptional submissive or slave anymore?
All I get are young gamers who want to escape their pathetic life that they created and live in a basement somewhere. WTF!
Or old guys who were cross dressing back in the day that now list themselves as " Trans" because they think it's cool to do that now.
News flash..just because your fat ass found a dress to squeeze into doesn't make you automatically a Trans.
Being Trans is way more than that and the Trans slaves slaves that I have had and Trans friends I have would tell you the same thing.
It seems like everyone in the lifestyle only wants to have casual play and sex.
They want fantasy instead of the reality and hard work that this lifestyle requires to have a long lasting relationship.
Ok, old man lecture over.
Well for now anyways! Random (consensual) bondage fantasy:
The room is dark and quiet, lit only with some kind of blacklight, and maybe some creepy ambient bass-heavy background music is playing. The room is full of mirrors, which allows me to see both my perfectly done makeup and the bonds restricting my movements
I'm bound by heavy rubber inflatable inner tubes from my chest (right below my bra) all the way down to my ankles, my arms pinned tightly to my sides and each ring fitting its respective section of my body snugly enough that I can't move an inch. They're also so thick once fully pumped up that my feet don't touch the ground. I'm left on the floor face down, unable to do anything except attempt to rock side to side or look in the mirror to see my pouty red lips wrapped firmly around my ball gag. This whole time I can also feel the stretch of the buttplug that was put in me before I was put in the constricting grip of my inflatable bonds.
My dom eventually enters the room, clad from head to toe in a heavy rubber catsuit and a latex hood that completely hides his face, saying little beyond asking if I'm ready for the load he's been saving all week, to which I affirmatively moan around the ball gag. He casually rolls me over so I'm lying face up, taking the ball gag out of my mouth before he unzips his crotch, pulls out his cock and kneels down and straddles my face. He proceeds to slowly thrust into my mouth while I wrap my lips as tight as I can around his shaft, unable to do much more in my distended bonds, his movements gradually increasing in pace until he blows a huge load directly in my mouth, spurting one shot after another into the back of my throat while I do my best to hold it all in my mouth.
He then pulls his cock from my mouth with a loud pop and tells me to open my mouth and show him the cum. I open my mouth and show him the copious pool of semen in my mouth, playing with it until he tells me to swallow it all. He then tells me he'll be back for more before he exits the room, leaving me still bound and unable to clean off any cum that may have spilled out of my mouth.
He then comes back half an hour later, already ready to use my mouth again, but this time he props me sitting up against the wall so that he can get a better angle, and then proceeds to fuck my face again until he blows another load.
He then leaves again, leaving me sitting slumped and bound against the wall. He eventually comes back one more time, brining me back to the floor turning me over so that I'm face down again and removing the inner tubes trapping my lower body in order to have access to my ass. He slowly pulls down the back of my panties, takes out the buttplug and begins to finger me with a gloved hand, edging me with his fingers alone as he intermittently and quietly asks me questions about sucking his cock and about whether I want to cum, with me moaning and answering in the affirmative as he uses his edging to make me subtly beg.
He then pulls out his cock (and puts on a condom and plenty of lube) and proceeds to fuck me, using the inner tubes still binding my upper body as a makeshift cushion as his cock gets even harder and eventually swells and pulsates inside of me until I cum all over myself inside the front of my panties while he fills up the condom, finally spent once and for all.
He helps me out of my bondage, never removing his mask or catsuit until I'm gone, going only by the pseudonym he gave me and the calling card he left for the next time I want to help him relieve some stress. After my first marriage to a cheater, I developed the confidence to start exploring bondage. I have a strong need for connection with a lover. Random hook-ups don't feel right to me. On the other hand, I love to flirt and have no problem meeting people anytime, anywhere. To balance this out, I experimented with chastity, both mental and physical. Around this time I made some good looking friends who got me comfortable with showing off my body for them. This was all very exciting but was not matching my desire for a relationship built on trust that includes times of intense sexual expression. I wanted to have a bondage partner that was as strong minded and aggressive as I was.With years of searching, it is dawning on me that my natural manner attracts compassionate and often sexually submissive women. My hidden desire is to be the submissive partner, however, I wanted to feel my submission during daily life rather than in the bedroom, without squashing my masculine personality. I'm searching for an unusual balance where I am appreciated for being a responsible man navigating every day life but with my happy partner having the power to flip my switch into a lusty and aggressive lover who will pin her down and take us both into sexual adventures in bondage and submission. I am now picturing a scenario in which my I commit to someone by surrendering the keys to my chastity belt. On days of her choosing, she provides me an opportunity for freedom knowing that I am quite frustrated with lust for her. This is my license to drop my normal demeanor and become a little meaner, taking what I need in the way that I want. When the time to revert to public persona returns, it is understood that she should claim the keys and remind me that I belong only to her. This is what I might term a submissive led switch, with the role-reversal determined by the woman not by playing domme but by choosing to let the dogs out! Yes, I want to have to freedom to using my ability to capture and dominate, but I don't want to have to suppress my desire to do so. If I hand you the keys, I want us to be comfortable knowing that when sex happens, it happens only because you want it to happen. You will know I am always ready when you are because you are my only release. As an experienced Dominant in the leather community, I can certainly understand the appeal of consensual objectification within a safe, sane space. When I discover that my submissive derives pleasure from being treated as an object of desire, it elicits a complex range of emotions.
There is a sense of power and control, knowing I can shape their experience and push the boundaries of their submission. But there is also a deep well of trust and responsibility that comes with that. I must handle their vulnerability with the utmost care, ensuring their needs are met even as I strip away their agency.
It's a delicate dance, really.
On one hand, there’s the thrill of reducing them to a mere plaything for my enjoyment.
On the other hand, there’s the profound connection of being entrusted with their most intimate desires. It's a privilege to be granted that level of trust and intimacy. And with that privilege comes the duty to wield it wisely, to push just to the edge without ever compromising their safety or well-being.
Does that resonate with you? The heady mix of control and care, power and responsibility? Please speak to me, and let us explore this dynamic further in the confines of our sacred space. I am worth more than the sum of this profile.
I love dogs, have a smart mouth and take delight in making someone I care for laugh.
I am not perfect
.I believe in being transparent.
my first entry since i created my account.
Its only a thinking about how much difficult to have a relationship with a person, normally its already difficult with vanilla, because you have the choice of saying your "truly desire" or just lie, like a lot of other kinkster.
I did the first because i dont like to lie, trust is important, even if after this will be difficult.
Then if youre lucky like me your vanilla romance can be transformed into a kinky romance.
But ahaha, luck with me came only in half, she liked the kinky community but shes a dom and.. im a dom.
Then having sub, slave and partner play came really fast to us, but the problem is...
I can releave my desire of spanking, doing general sadism, experiments this with her with complicity but..
Sexual desire, humiliation, degradation and dicipline/domination i can't! because both of us are dom!
If the person beside you is a kinky person this can be helped but if that not the case, youre doomed!
After 8 years of relationship, we will broke, not because we dont love each others but because of the path we need to take separatly.
Being a kinkster if you didnt find a person to walk with you at this long life and with the same desire, same way of living, some time this will broke or you will broke.
make the good choice, and assume it. only like this you will never regret it. Yet another message from an illiterate sub wanting to submit to me as their Mistress...
FFS!! Really?
Okay okay, as your Mistress i demand as your first task that you write to me detailing the exact parts of my profile that makes you believe I'm the slightest bit Dominant, each part must be written by hand 1000 times and sent as a picture and once sent you must not send any further messages until I reply otherwise you are banished forever..
Get to it slave.
Mush. August 14, 2024 - Multiple visits from Sextoy69
Sextoy69 has been coming around for a while. He loves to be tied to the bed and throat fucked viciously.
Probably about a year ago before tying him to the bed and throat fucking him, I started telling him to get up on all fours so I could play with his ass. We both enjoyed it. I would start with a single finger, applying lots of lube, eventually working in as many as three and sometimes four fingers.
A couple times he let me fuck him with my cock. But since he never cleans out because he comes straight from work, once my cock is in his ass I can't stuff it down his throat. It's one of his hard limits and I respect that. Definitely not a problem.
So most recently when he gets here, we head upstairs, we both strip, and he gets up on all fours on the bed. I've been using wider and wider toys to open his ass up while reaching between his legs and stroking his dripping cock. I'm usually playing with my own cock at the same time. We both enjoy it.
In fact I found, I'm enjoying it a bit too much. I get so excited, I'm so aroused playing with his ass and my own cock, it's such a mental rush watching him push his chest hard onto the bed while pushing his ass in the air.
I've learned that I get so excited, that when it's time to tie him down to the bed and throat fuck him I don't last very long. Usually within 5 or 10 minutes I'm shooting my load down his throat.
Two visits ago, I told him we were going to skip the ass play. And I must have throat fucked him for 30 minutes. He likes being tied down tight. And he likes being throat fucked extremely rough. Since my cock is down his throat a safe word doesn't work since his mouth is full. He knows to smack his hand on the bed frame three times and that's the safe word, or safe action. This tells me to stop instantly. Not that he has ever used the safe word or safe signal.
So two visits ago, after skipping the ass play, I tied him face up on the bed to the four corners. I tied him tight. He likes to struggle. I like to watch him struggle. But he never turns his head away causing my cock to pop out of his mouth. He just enjoys struggling.
I throat fucked him so hard. I was vicious. There were times my cock would get so rigid that I would push it all the way down his throat blocking his wind pipe. Normally I can hear him gasping for air around my cock and through his nose, but this time I couldn't hear any air going in or out of his body. That's how far my cock was lodged into his throat.
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It has occurred to me that for thousands of years almost every woman (and man) has participated in not just power exchange, but perhaps a form of prostitution as well. Almost every marriage in history is a result of women looking for protection and provision. In exchange for this the man gets sex.
What says the crowd?
While on the subject of prostitution, if a woman does exchange sexual favors for compensation, has she also committed the crime of human trafficking, even if her "victim: was herself? Many want "Her body, Her choice" but when it comes to prostitution they will write a hundred laws to prevent it (except for the escorts their aids bring in for them). My size 16 shoes are worn out and quite filthy.
I am retiring the shoes shown in My profile picture. The size 16 shoes are worn out and quite filthy. I figure them to be 'tongue ready.' At least ready for some slave that desires such.
I was just going to dump them in the garbage. After the first natural impulse to discard the foot wear, I thought maybe some freak would want them. I have never done anything like this with past worn out shoes. So, this is the first time. Here goes; I will give them away under the following circumstances.
The most interesting requester will receive the shoes.
It will cost Me nothing to make the 'gift.'
I will leave the offer open for 30 days from May 24, 2023.
Applicants for the shoes must send me a message telling Me why they want them.
Applicants must tell Me how they might use them.
Applicants must offer to cover any expense and make the transaction no bother to Me.
Since this is My first time with this, the above conditions are subject to change as I may see fit.
One of the options for the shoes is to let the rare online connection with a slave prospect have them to use while practicing the 'permission to speak' ritual. So, I may decide to use them in that fashion rather than give them to some freak. So, no applicant freak may get the shoes. Unfair? it might think. There is nothing fair about being a slave or freak for that matter.
I am interested to see what happens.
Master James
ps I am starting to look for walking shoes and boots. The only problem is I wear size 16 and styles I like are almost aways out of the size.
My long term goal is FLR.
An FLR with vanilla aspaspects but always in mind that I am in control.
I'd love to be able to connect with My sub in the deepest level.
I am deeply sapiosexual.
Smokers and self absorbed fetishists please stay away.
Induction or Trial Period
After inspection there may be a trial period. This is a time when the prospective slave property experiences what being My property entails. That is slave may leave at any time up until commitment.
This trial period lasts until either Master or it decide to leave off or slave commits to becoming My chattel. In terms of time, the induction may last one day or up to 6 months. As stated above, at any time during the trial period either may terminate the process. During this time slave may exercise choice. While after commitment, slave looses any opportunity for choice except as the Master may allow.
I have been asked to clarify induction. Please excuse the redundancy.
During the period of induction, aka trial, slave may leave at any time. Or, Master may dismiss it any time. There are no conditions for termination of trial; no reason is needed.
If during that trial period if both agree slave may become total chattel property of Mine.
Notice, choice is available to slave up until both agree differently.
Joshua 10
The men of Gibeon who were now Israel's slaves for the sneaky thing they had done to not be killed by the Israelites were under attack. They cried out to Israel to save them. Israel came to their aid and the Lord gave the ones attacking Gibeon into the Israelites hands and those attacking were defeated. The Lord even listened to Joshua when he commanded that the sun stand still over Gibeon and it was so. This is an insight into being grafted in to God's nation. You may only be a slave when you get grafted in but be glad about it. God still cares for you. He allowed the Gibeonites to live. When Jesus came he came for the ones in need of a doctor not the ones who were healthy. Jesus will graft you in as long as you remain in him and he in you. Jesus opened the door to salvation for all people. So love God wholeheartedly and love others for the whole law lies on these two commandments. Have you noticed that when people want to say something offensive, they often start by saying 'no offence, but...'? It's as if they think they make their offensive words more acceptable by saying that they don't want to offend, and that they're therefore immune from the consequences. Sometimes, too, people use humour to disguise meanness. It seems there's a hidden agenda, and it surly adds to being uncertain about the true meaning . An honest conversation always should be held amongst us. Just an observation and found it comical. An actual exchange I had on another site:
Random Dom: I'll tie you up, and gag you, now show me what you would wear.
Me: *sends pictures of me in my regular attire of tights, corset and ballet boots.*
Random Dom: Don't like the boots. U Wuld have to wear heels.
Me: I don't own any, so I apologize but I'll have to skip this one, thanks though.
Random Dom continues to try to bring it back for about 3 hours with no replies.
I'm cool if people like what they like, this is why I'm looking for someone that likes enough of what I like to get started.
Check my profile https://fetlife.com/users/2504110I am looking for a slave one who's only desire is to make me happy and to make my life a little easier. Cooking cleaning running errands doing what I need in real life.clean my car do yard work. Build crafts with me or for me. It would not be about how much pain I give you. Or if you are used sexually or if I tie you up although I may do any of those things and more but when and how is up to me. I do not want to micromanage a slave that is a job to do so my slave is here to serve me not me keep tract if everything for it. I want a slave that can be integrated in to my life both lifestyle and vanilla. I want to have fun times. But keep in mind I can be demanding and moody. This is what I want. At this time I can not have a slave live with me but I need one to live near me. Even if they need to move near me. i need them to have their own source of income because I can not afford to take care of you. I do not live a glamorous life style but a real life I am not sophisticated I am a country girl at heart. I am not rich or even well off but like most people I make it day by day. Week by week. I am real and I am Dominant and controlling I like things my way.
If each of us knew how much time we had allocated,
perhaps we could play around with it.
But we don’t.
Believing tomorrow to be a guarantee,
is the biggest mistake we make.
Not seizing every day like the gift that it is,
is the biggest risk we take.
Waste time wisely
Time spent in rest, joy, company and kindness,
is never wasted.
As for the rest, just do it.
You won’t regret the things you tried and failed at,
but you will regret a life spent waiting.
Waiting for anything is a dangerous game because there is no guarantee the conditions will ever be just right.
Those who wait, wait..
but you,
you have a life to live.
Right here, right now. |
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