petstorm

Male Submissive, 54

Male Submissive, 48

Female Submissive, 23, Bentonville, Arkansas

CURRENT MOOD - Depressed. Facebook has it. Yahell has it. Seems like every social media website has it... a place to put your current mood. So why doesn't CollarSpace? I know, rhetorical question. But in truth, I really do feel depressed at the moment. It's one of those "ah-ha!" times, except it's contrary to the positive side. Years ago, I used to do so many things. And I'm not talking about the stuff that's changed or vanished due to my health conditions. I'm talking about services and activities that I simply did just because. To make him smile, because I loved doing them, or because they were just part of my nature. I realized tonight that I've been ruined! I don't do them anymore. I am afraid to. Too many times of being yelled at, ridiculed, reprimanded and/punished has literally beaten them out of me. I would LOVE to nuzzle my face into someone's lap, feel him grow hot and hard against me. I would enjoy knowing that I could take him out and enjoy the feel of his hot flesh against my face as he hardens, taste his arousal as I make him grow ever harder. It's in me, to be attentive and playful... to arouse and enjoy, groaning against him. But I no longer do so. I wait... hungry, afraid and shy. Even in asking, I'm reclusive and braced for scorn. And it's like that for many things. It's not right. It's been too long. I need to be set free again.

So, I'm a little annoyed tonight. And, what I'm going to say is going to amuse some, while offending others. To those who have no sense of humor, offend easily, cannot allow each their own opinions, or feel the need to rant at me for expressing my thoughts and feelings tonight... Go find a short pier and take a long walk! Ok, it's no secret. Gravity and I don't exactly see eye to eye. So, I have my dog to mediate all transactions. For those of you lacking a sense of humor translator... this means my lack of balance requires the use of a service dog to get around. A bit of ADA education for all the ignorant people who like to talk behind my back and criticize the use of service dogs when I'm obviously not blind - My particular use for one is listed as an example within the law itself! Ok, so... there I was, standing in line waiting my turn to get my rent money order. No big deal. MY dog is clearly marked and doing his job. When what would appear, but some idiotic woman with a jazzed up Chihuahua! Now look, I get that small dogs can help those in wheelchairs retrieve things and such. They CAN be a viable working animal. But this case was obviously not one of those situations. But, who am I to lecture this woman on abusing the system and giving a bad reputation for those who really do need the aid? And then... she adds insult to injury. She lets her froo-froo dog go UNDER the signage to come and sniff at MY dog. Now people, her thing is the size of mine's HEAD! No comment or consideration for me or my dog. Seriously?! Now across from me, my neighbors have three of these things. And they never... shut... up. They're everywhere. I was online looking for rain gear for my dog, which by normal standards is a medium sized breed at 70 lbs, and his clothing size is in the triple X!! Why? Because of all the tiny little wanna be dogs that are all the rage! One of my favorite comedy routines defines what is and is not a dog. I'm sure many of you know it, by Jeff Dunham. But I'm going to take it further... If it can fit into MY dog's service pouch, it's not a dog! It's a yapping rat! If it's smaller than my dog's ball, It's a noisy meal for Charlie. If it's small enough to slip through the gap in my porch gate, it's the neighborhood cat's next victem. And if my stepping, tripping or falling on it will break it's neck, it's tomorrow's leather working project. If you want a dog, get a dog. If you want a rodent, buy a cage and a running wheel to go with it.

COLLARING - The collar: A symbol of belonging. The devotion and commitment shared between one another. An intricate trust and bond intimately touched beyond the reach of our fingertips. Proudly worn around my neck. Placed between my heart and mind. It intertwines with the very center of my own being. Allowing the precious life force of blood and air to flow through it's never ending protective ring. To some it is a statement of fashion. To others it may be words of promise. A secret shared openly to all who choose to see it. But for me, it is the greatest gift I can ever offer. To proudly wear the symbol of the One I forever belong to. His own offering encircling the depths of my soul, allowing us to be joined together even when we are apart. Simple, even in elegance and complexity, the collar... MY collar, will forever be the window into the heights my One has taken me. It is not just something I wear. It is what has embraced every fiber of my heart, mind, spirit and soul. __________________________ Someone approached me today. He asked me to take a leap of faith. To be collared, and allow the bond to grow with time. He told me that I would come to love him for owning me. I told him that it wasn't the same as loving HIM and needing him to own me. There is a difference between wearing a collar, and BEING collared. And in my world, once collared, forever collared. I am not an ignorant fool. I am not so naive as to follow honey dipped words into a cage. I have indeed tasted true love and given in to ultimate surrender. ... He took my collar with him to his grave. So believe me when I tell you that I will not go into this blindly.

COY - First, a definition. : having a shy or sweetly innocent quality that is often intended to be attractive or to get attention : not telling or revealing all the information that could be revealed Full Definition 1 a :shrinking from contact or familiarity <'tis but a kiss I beg, Why art thou coy? ? William Shakespeare> b :marked by cute, coquettish, or artful playfulness 2 :showing reluctance to make a definite commitment ? coy?ly adverb ? coy?ness noun So, why am I posting this? Well, I was accused of being coy. NOT, to my understanding as a manner of flirtatious shyness, but as in he believes I was intentionally refusing to answer his questions. Now, as I believe he is most likely reading this and assuming it is to get his hackles up and draw attention to myself in another "princess mentality" move... let me clearly state that I honestly don't care how you feel or what you think about this. I have said my piece to you, g'luck with your jackhammer. Moving on... I'm one of those people who is MORE than happy to answer questions and elaborate when asked. I do tend to over think because my brain never turns off. Do I intentionally mislead or avoid giving someone the truth? Where would that get me?? Yes, sometimes I flirt, and given the right mood or circumstances I can be a tease. But it's NEVER without an understanding of where my intentions are. I am honest to a fault. And if that includes telling someone they're being a dumbass, or that they need to look up a definition before they go slinging insults and accusations my way, I'm happy to do so. Remember guys... there are no right or wrong ways here. There is only right and wrong for the people involved. And if you can't understand that, then stay off my porch. You'll only be wasting both of our time.

SUBMISSIVE, SLAVE, LITTLE GIRL, OR PET? - What exactly am I? People have asked me that for years. Are you a submissive? Are you a slave? It's like asking someone to describe the color green. You can associate it with feelings or objects, even moods. But to describe the color itself? It's impossible. The color green IS green! I... am simply me. I placed myself under the submissive label because I needed to choose something. But it's not what defines me. I am submissive, in that it makes me happy TO submit... to the man who naturally compells me to do so. With a look, with a whisper...I know I am his when I can't resist him, even though I try. I don't bend my will to just anyone. He has to be stronger than I am. Physically, yes... but I'm talking about the man within. A dominant man through and through, in everything he is and does. And believe me when I say, I'm pretty strong willed. But, I want to be over powered. I WANT to be helpless against him. I want to know that at any time, no matter what I do, or what I say, he can take every shred of power away from me, and I can... and will be... at his mercy. I want to know that no amount of tears or begging, no amount of struggling will stray him from his decision, because I belong to him, and he's going to take from me what he desires. But... I also want to know that in so doing, I am safe, because he is ALWAYS keeping my welbeing at the forefront of his mind. There are times when I am the sweet and innocent little girl, and others when the seducing woman takes over. Ever present is the loving lap kytten, a pet to be proud of... but easily hurt by a harsh word or a misplaced strike. I am eager to please, but quick to snap when unappreciated or taken for granted. Driven by recognition and always hungry for more... more affection, more touch, more of your pride in me. I have a slave's heart, an old soul, a lover's devotion. There is no mold for the likes of me. There is no label that suits.

SAFE WORDS - Green light, yellow light... no wait, red light! Red, red, red... I said stop damn it! Oh that's right, all you're hearing is a muffled mumbling. OK , let me actually be serious about this. Safe words, they have their place for those who need them. But I am not one of those girls. Having been in too many situations where speaking isn't exactly an option, I have always depended on the dominant to do his job and be responsible for my safety and wellbeing. HE should know how far to push, when enough is enough, and when it's safe to progress. Crazy, right? Can't trust everyone to act accordingly. Yep, I know. However, I don't play just for the sake of playing. And I don't submit to just anyone. So I can get away with him having the control. Besides, this eliminates me stopping someone out of fear, self doubt, anger and when I CAN endure more but don't know when I'm going to burst. I'll leave it to him to know where my limits are, to see, hear or feel when I need to rest, and when to take advantage of my body as he sees fit. It's less confusing this way. HE has all the power, all control... and I can simply be me. Fiesty, spirited, playful... sensual and affectionate. Whatever mood suits. No muss, no fuss... now where did that ball gag go again?

A STRONG DOM - I have said many times that I need a strong man to command me. It takes a strong man to compel my servitude and natural submission. But without knowing what I mean by that, how can anyone ever step forward? What is strength in a man? It's not how much he can bench press, nor the size of his muscles. In fact, it has nothing to do with physical condition or seeable size at all. It's the very essence of his being, and what drives him through life that dictates his strength. A man who knows his worth, and has the confidence to be himself is far more desirable than the sexiest man on Earth. He has a firm grip on his life and where it's going. He can be a rock to lean on, and tender arms to hold you when you get knocked down. He's not afraid to speak his mind or defend his beliefs. He's a mentor, guardian and friend. A lover and tormentor who knows what's his, how to use it to his own desires, and push it to the bounds of it's potential. Nothing, not begging or pleading, will alter his course once his actions are chosen. He... is in control, and you are at the mercy of his whims. Life can be simple from day to day, and he does not have to take out the "Dom" stick to be at peace with your companionship. There is a natural balance and understanding that needs not to be spoken. Being a dominant is being a natural extension to his own core, just as submission is to myself. He doesn't need to be called Master, Sir or Lord to simply know... He is in command. He deserves respect because he abides by it. He has honor and pride. Truth means more to him than glittered up falsities spoken only because it's what he wants to hear. A strong man is just that... a man. He is always growing, always learning, and always true to himself.

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