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LastSamurai The info on this profile can't be updated. So I add via Journals or the LastSamurai2011 profile.
I am currently 60 yrs young and I own a slave not on CS. Looking to grow a poly family.
Looking4boy2own In Januaury of last year I started a path I never saw myself doing... I hired a trainer and started working out 4 days a week... I feel like there should have been a betting pool, or something, because I NEVER expected to be on that same path a year and four months later...but here I am, healthier, at least 40 pounds lighter, and feeling so much better, physically, mentally, emotionally and about myself.
I constatnly amaze myself with things, like how four years ago my doctors said I'd never lift more than 10 pounds... last Wednesday, I did dead lifts at 205 pounds for 5 reps... or how they said I would never be able to handle running again, I started jogging on the treadmill (supervised of course) and have a total of 5 minuets over 2 days, not bad for something I haven't done in over 20 years, and for someone with "heart failure"...
In the last 20 years of my life, I've gone from an active live to inactive, a 30 waist to a 46, now back down to a 38, inching (get it?) closer to 36 actually... and all I can thinks is "Wow! I really like doing this!"
You see, when I was a kid, it was the "jocks" the weightlifters, the football ogres, I mean players, that bullied harrased and made me feel insecure about being gay, if only they tried that today... anyhow, I never figured that this training I do now would be enjoyable because of that. Actually it's more than enjoyable.
I get out of bed in the mornings with energy, ready to conqure my day and all that it throws at me! All because one day, I decided I wasn't gonna let heart failure win. Because I decided to be a healtheir, better me. And because I literally dared myself to do it! Who knows, maybe in a few weeks I'll give a progress update...
Mistresscrystal3 REPOST FROM JUNE 1ST
LET ME MAKE THIS VERY CLEAR!!!!!
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP!!
I AM NOT INTO THE SISSY ect OF THIS. I ALREADY HAVE ONE AND ONE IS ENOUGH.
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE OUTSIDE OF MICHIGAN!!!
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE OLDER THAN 40 YEARS OLD!!!
THESE ARE NOT OPEN TO DEBATE!!!
Byrdie Today I had a meet and greet with a man who was:
local
within my preferred age range
available for a publicly acknowledged relationship
interested in some of the same significant kinks that I am
cuter than his photos
The conversation flowed well. This seems promising.
bitchbottom 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.
KinkCoupleLV His results from bdsmtest.org
100% Master/Mistress
100% Sadist
100% Dominant
100% Degrader
88% Rigger
88% Voyeur
81% Owner
80% Primal (Hunter)
75% Non-monogamist
67% Experimentalist
64% Brat tamer
17% Exhibitionist
Her results from bdsmtest.org
100% Dominant
100% Rigger
94% Sadist
94% Master/Mistress
91% Voyeur
88% Degrader
81% Brat tamer
79% Experimentalist
76% Non-monogamist
75% Primal (Hunter)
70% Owner
46% Ageplayer
40% Exhibitionist
26% Daddy/Mommy
13% Vanilla
5% Submissive
Candysnatcher To elaborate on my interest/search: First, no headless profiles or photos of yourself heavily edited or otherwise masked by a photo app, otherwise my first and last impression of you will be that you are a fake or catfisher -- I won't respond.
Sexual encounters are not a priority, in fact most of my fetish play encounters to present have been non-sexual; as anyone who has played before knows 99% of fetish is mental. A regular relationship with someone who has common interests, particularly with bondage, is ideal for developing intimacy but not essential. Just play is perfectly fine. I'm not here for a 'blow and go' so if you're just looking to get off I am not for you.
Finally, I've dated or otherwise met a number of different indviduals over the years; in my opinion life is too short to 'search for the perfect one'; I prefer those like myself who are open minded and grounded that I get along well with to see where it goes over time.
skinprof Seller accepted everything I wanted.. Down to the last details. In underwriting and waiting for a closing date. This limbo has been emotionally draining.
I have clients who are sticking by me, wondering if they have one more appt. , or am I leaving.
It seems it will be soon, just don't know when.
I have all sorts of emotions. I'm feeling so ambivalent and anxious.
I'm stepping so far out of my comfort zone.
I will know noone, will have to learn a whole new area. Grow a circle of new friends, find doctors, dentists, car maintenance, vet, etc etc.
I will be setting a cottage for my dad, finding a caretaker for the weekends, and setting up braille lessons for him.
There will be much to do, packing, loading moving, unloading unpacking, arranging. On top of this , I'll be going into growing season, which means I will have a lawn on top of landscaping and gardening !
What was I thinking? I'm not 30 😆
I'm going to miss many of my clients, they have become special to me. My friends too ! The comfort of familiarity and confidence in my knowledge of my area. I'm a native to my part of the state.
I will not miss the politics of the DC area.
I've watched it become so contentious and intolerant. I'm so sick of the constant drum beat of pernicious propaganda.
Sweetdahlia shock then awwwwww 🥰
There is an undeniable chemical reaction that happens when a skilled Dominant creates an emotionally, physically safe space.It can permeate play and every day!
As a submissive, im constantly chasing that dopamine rush. The contrast of adrenaline high, being thrust 100% into my body. Immediately shocked into the feelings, scents, sounds, taste…. Until Completely depleted and exhausted. followed by being held. Dissolving into His body heat. Slowly, methodically talked down by His deep voice, grounded in my body, calmed, caressed by His words. His voice, His touch become my safety. In those moments, nothing else exists.
No thought, only gratitude. This is where im meant to be…. Why i will follow Him, do everything He asks without hesitation. How i navigate each day, focused on Him. Always moving back toward this space.
ive submitted to different degrees over the years. It wasn’t until recently that i was shown the difference between choosing to submit and absolute submission of heart, body, mind. There’s no going back now…
“Anything less would be uncivilized
bnomad69 Well this is John no this is February I'm sorry yeah 2022 I haven't put a journal entry in a couple years now I really upset with the collar space people because I continue to write probably two different people everyday just let him know what's going on in my life and let him know that yeah I made this purchase of a house to use for people that have a hard time transitioning and giving them a place to come stay you know I I first ask him if they have a job if they have a car they have transportation otherwise what will you know we'll try to help some people if we can but I expect the people to come and you know make an effort and it doesn't matter to me you know what's your fantasies are a lot of people just want to talk to you and probably talk about their fantasies and get all horny and get off and then you never hear from him for months I'm not into all that people I mean you know I understand your your needs I've been there I've I've probably done the very same thing.
There's people out here that have written to that I've never heard back and probably a couple years it shows if they haven't even been online in a couple years they're very cute very young very naive and I'm hoping that they're still alive that didn't get hooked up with a serial killer I mean that happens anyway so I wish people would just tell me to you know go to hell or yeah hey I'm interested in talking to you and hear when can you talk back to me I mean like stuff like that I'm not looking to fulfill your fantasies I'm looking for friendships lasting friendships just like in the real world folks so I'm transgender yeah I'm kind of a little and I'm real so I mean if I don't understand what's going on with covid here my God people yeah I'm all alone I hardly have contact with any of my friends because they're afraid to come outside their houses well I'm safe I I wear my mask I'm inoculated I've done everything I possibly can and yeah it's my freedom to do so so anyway with that said I'm done with this entity so as I always say it's ciao for now
tarasouth Remote Controlled - Part 1This is a fiction story based on a real event
The year was almost over once again and Sally had no one to gift her bound and helpless form to. Another year had passed and every dominant man she had met was a no-hoper. Scrolling on her phone she looked mournfully at the parade of bound subs that filled social media. Tapping over to her dating profile she sighed. It took a lot of patience to filter through the inbox. Determined to keep trying she browsed the various messages she had received. It was the usual stuff - men with empty profiles saying 'hey'. Disappointed she pushed on through message after message until she saw one with a photo attached. Steeling her courage, Sally tapped the message desperately hoping it wasn't yet another unsolicited dick pic.To her surprise it wasn't. It was a picture of an app that she recognised. She used the app herself for one of her toys. As she took in the picture she realised that her username was displayed. 'Random Control' was a feature of her app controlled toys. A butt plug and vibrator she owned could be worn and then controlled by a random user of the app. Sure enough, this picture was coming from someone who she had chatted with as he controlled her toys! For a moment panic made her blood run cold. Was it creepy that he'd tracked her down on a dating site? What other profiles of hers did he know about? Semi-paralysed by this surprise it took her some time before she read the message to which the picture was attached.
'Control doesn't have to be random. All you have to do is ask.'
Sally froze. This was out of the ordinary. How is someone meant to answer this? She gulped, but found herself unable to tap away from the message. She had to know more. Quickly she tapped through and read this man's profile. Thepicture wasn't amazing, but there was a very well written description of what this man was looking for. With every line Sally found herself drawn in further and faster. On the screen at least this man seemed like everything she was looking for. At least, right up until he used a single word - pantyhose. Sally's growing smile dropped. He was likely American. No Brit would use that word. Sure enough, on checking there it was - Bridgeport, Connecticut. Still, he deserved a reply. It was the most interesting message she'd received in weeks.
'I remember our chat. It was mindblowing. I'm sorry to say I'm not looking for an online relationship. - Sally'
Dispondant, Sally closed the site and settled down for a lonely night. Streaming the latest reality show nonsense, her brain numbed and the familiar rut closed in. Moments later her phone buzzed.
'What is it about online that worries you? - Jonathan'
'Consequences, there can't be any when its all online. I can say I've done something but you have no way of knowing if thats the truth. Its just not as fun for me. - S'
'I understand. Are you up for another fun chat then?'
Sally smiled. An online D/s relationship didn't get her motor running, but the thought of someone else teasing her with her toys really did. She quickly messaged back before hurrying to her toy chest. A touch of lube later and her plug and vibe were in. A few quick taps and she had the app open and connected to the man on the other end. His voice wasn't terribly deep. In fact he spoke very softly and gently. Almost careful with every word he chose to use.
'I really did love the message Jon.'
'It's Jonathan, not Jon.' He hadn't raised his voice at all to say this, instead he chose to set her toys to vibrate at their maximum settings. Sally breathed deeply as the toys caused her to let out a low moan.
'S..sorry Jonathan.'
'That's okay. Now you know.' The vibrations stopped as he lowered the control on his app. Then a second later, there was a barely perceptable rumble from her plug combined with a slow rhythmic buzz from her vibe. Sally gulped, he was good.
'You know Sally, there are other toys like this. Other ways a long distance dynamic can work.' But Sally bared heard, he was clearly skilled at controlling these types of vibrating toys. He was varying not just the intensity but the frequency and the patterns of her toys.
'Or maybe, even this type of play isn't something you enjoy as much as it sounds like?' The vibration stopped from both of Sally's toys. Snapping back to reality her hips were wriggling around, desperate for the good feelings from the toys.
'Please, don't stop now!'
'Well then Sally, answer me. Did you know that there are a lot of different long distance toys like this?'
'I'm sure there are. I don't think it would help though. Even in person, I can be bratty. I find ways to make it seem like I've done what was asked of me.' The vibrations began again, but this time at a very low level. Sally's hips writhed against the air, desperate to make the most of the sensations from the toys. She gripped her breats, teasing her nipples.
'What if I had a plan? A way of addressing some of your weaknesses? Would you be willing to at least hear me out?'
'I...I suppose...I could keep an...oh...oh.' Sally struggled for words as he played with her toy's controls masterfully.
'An open mind?'
'Oh god! Ye...ye...yes, and open mind.'
'I'm glad to hear it. Now, when you are close, do be a good little slut and ask me for permission to cum.'
Sally's entire body began to quake as both the plug and the vibe filled her with sensations that felt amazing. Closing her eyes, she flipped to her front and ground her hips into her bed, trying to get more from the sensations of the vibe filling her. A few moments later, she was begging the male voice she knew as Jonathan for the permission to cum. He managed to play the controls so well that he kept her right on the edge of an orgasm for another two minutes. To Sally it felt like twenty, but before too long he said in a gentle voice:
'Cum for me Sally.'
DisForDaddy 5 Traits Dominants Are Looking For In a Submissive
YMMV: It's important to note that all relationships and personal preferences vary greatly among individuals. However, here are five qualities most Dominants are looking for in a D/s relationship:
Trustworthiness: Dominant individuals often value trust as a fundamental aspect of their relationship. They seek a submissive partner who is reliable, honest, and can be trusted to communicate openly and honestly about their desires, needs, and boundaries.
Respect and obedience: Dominant individuals typically look for a submissive partner who respaspects their authority and is willing to obey their instructions within the agreed-upon boundaries of the relationship. This involves a mutual understanding and clear communication about limits and consent.
Subservience: Dominant individuals may desire a submissive partner who enjoys fulfilling their needs and desires, and who derives pleasure from serving and pleasing them. This can manifest in various ways, such as performing acts of service, physical or emotional intimacy, or engaging in specific power dynamics.
Communication and responsiveness: Dominant individuals value a submissive partner who is attentive and responsive to their guidance and instructions. They may appreciate a partner who actively communicates their thoughts, feelings, and desires, allowing for a better understanding of each other's needs and preferences.
Vulnerability and surrender: Dominant individuals often seek a partner who is willing to surrender control and be vulnerable within the established boundaries of their dynamic. This can involve the submissive partner relinquishing decision-making authority to the dominant and finding pleasure or fulfillment in their submission.
Finally, it's worth mentioning that any relationship involving dominance and submission should always be consensual, built on trust, and characterized by clear communication. Both partners should have a mutual understanding of boundaries, desires, and consent, and should prioritize each other's emotional and physical well-being. Consent and respect should always be the foundation of any healthy relationship dynamic.
"Now you know, and knowing is half the battle." - G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero.
SaltLifeFemDom We all know how much of a PITA it is to update profiles...so here's a 2022 UPDATE
Current age range I'm seeking is 36 y.o. to 44 y.o.
I get a lot of bizarre, whiny complaints about My education requirements. Three things: First, I don't give af about your opinion. Second, it's been My experience that most men really struggle being in a relationsip with a woman who has significantly more education...something about those delicate egos. Third, if you have a high enough IQ you'd already assume the first two and would send Me a brilliant intro making it irrelevant.
Facial hair is and always will be a hard limit, lol
quirkylittle4daddy tonight i miss you
19 years and counting. i still don't know your name. i still don't know your face. but you have to be out there.
i miss you every day. but nights like tonight are harder.
things are rough right now....big jess is worn and little jess is despondent.
just for tonight if only i could see you, if only i could hear you, smell you feel you.
maybe if you could hold me and tell me somehow this will all work out i could keep going better. but i can't.
tonight i hit another wall another moment where the adult me has to push and the little me hides more and more, it's not safe to be out.
daddy i don't know why you've been gone for so long but i really wish you could hold me right now and talk to me and just for one night we could go to sleep together.
even if it was just a moment and the stars and spirit took you away from me again...just one moment would fill my juice cup so big.
someone told me it sounds like a good country song, "19 years of looking and he's still not here".
every day i feel your absence. but tonight is one of those impossible nights.
tonight i miss you.
ilovefootworship Since adding journal entries won't cause my profile to need re-approval, I'm adding this after reading some of the profiles on the site.
I'm looking for trans Dommes or switches. No men or women unless you're exceptional, sorry, I've been attracted to trans women since 2011 (I was bisexual then). I'm not looking for sub trans girls because being a Domme doesn't really come naturally to me. I can be a Domme for sure, have been for years since it's so hard to find Dommes of both the trans and cis types. I also met too many subs and was interested in cyber RPs a lot then. Not so much anymore unless you're really good, because my tastes have changed over 15 years.
I very rarely chat to couples though I used to meet good ones on Reddit. Maybe 1 so far. It depends on if you're sincerely interested in trans girls or sissies.
I like watching gangbang and reverse gangbang porn, but probaby won't do it IRL. Not even a sissy orgy which I dream about so often. Fantasies and reality should be separate. I want someone exclusive in general, and please don't contact me if you're part of or looking for a poly household. Couples or being part of a throuple (a third wheel, not a fourth), will be very rare if at all and I'd probably be looking for my own lover anyway even if I was part of one, so you might be better off contacting someone who's poly.
I watch cuckold and cuckquean porn, and it'll be most likely a polite no if you're interested in acting out those things IRL. I don't mind acting as the occasional sissy cuck who cleans up a woman after she gets a huge fat cock, or maybe as the trans bull in some situations. Depends on what mood the three of us are in. I also do think of cuckqueaning trans or cis women sometimes, such as tying them up and making them watch me with a younger or sexier chick with bigger tits and an arse. That said, those RPs will probably be for hookups only, and I'd avoid them in general. I don't want to get into a relationship and destroy it with either type of cucking, though if you have strong fantasies about it, we can roleplay it anytime. For example, with dildos, fleshlights, body forms, etc.
If you're a cuckoldress or a polyandrous hotwife/polygamous couple/polygynous Dom, please avoid contacting me unless you understand that no matter what, I won't be completely submissive to you forever or a 'perfect cuckold'. I could be in the bedroom during the RP and Dom if you ask me to have sloppy seconds later, but I won't be exclusive to you at all or a complete slave, unless you can devote yourself to me as a Domme in the exact same way.
I prefer gentle, caring Mommy Dommes instead of heartless and cruel bitch Dommes, though I don't mind some sadistic and humiliating or hurtful RPs if you enjoy them too. I just want a Domme to serve who isn't selfish and all about herself, which seems to be most of them. A Domme is slightly more in charge of the relationship than her sub, but it doesn't mean she ignores and disregards her sub's feelings. Think of the dynamic in the same way as a male Dom who has to take care of his sub as well even if he dominates her, or else she'll find someone else.
If you didn't take note of this in my previous journal entries, please don't contact me at all if you're a pro Domme or expect any sort of tributes and dumb contracts to be signed which only benefit you. I've seen them all and IDC in the slightest about paying to act as if I'm being cared for. Some of you are disappointed in what you find online and IRL, and I don't really blame you because most subs and Dom/mes aren't very good at what they claim to do. It's very frustrating to put in efforts for your relationships or dates and find someone who half-arses it. I get it, but your previous disappointments have nothing to do with me, and vice versa. I've had enough people contact me on here and other social media explaining that a Domme needs tribute to show obedience and that you feel you've wasted enough time putting in efforts for useless subs. It's a joke and a pretty laughable reason. I've heard of enough pseudo-Dommes who ask for money and then vanish without giving a promised video or RP, or the ones who realize that it can be a very easy cash grab and pretend to be exclusive while contacting a million subs to get money up front, and then release nothing or piss-poor quality content. I don't see why my money should go to a user or liar, and I probably have no reason to trust people more than they trust me. We can just keep it mutually beneficial and respectful without exchanging money or false promises, and if that doesn't work out, we move on.
Happy hunting, all.
Bull60 There is a mystical moment when two men meet and sex is in the air. They both know what they want but one is a bottom he may or may not know it. Then there is a moment of hesitation when after looking the object of his desire the hand extends to feel what his body is craving. Still if there is a little presumption of an ill understood machismo that hand moves slowly for what feels like an eternity. After contact caressing the phallus is not sufficient, but how to surrender? Finally, the top takes over, and firmly guides him to acknowledge his place, kneeling; and having the object of his desires close to the parting lips... Sheer poetry, bliss, sweet hesitation, and the ultimate surrender to open his mouth and forgetting the world around devotes his energy to please the object of his desire, his top, who allows the bottom to taste him deep and completely. They are not strangers anymore, the bottom has found his niche in the order of things, kneeling and giving up any pretense of control. From now on his domination is in the hands of his top.
Seeker10101 Since I seem to get the same questions over and over I will answer them here and save me and anyone asking time and effort:
Q: Would you consider a male slave?/Do you ever play with a male sub?
A: Not really. My style of BDSM is very sexual and since males doesn't attract me sexually I wouldn't enjoy a male slave. I might consider a male slave as part of a submissive couple, but then again he couldn't expect much sexual interaction between him and me.
Q: Would you consider a CD/TV/Sissy as your slave?
A: I might consider it if you are part of a couple where the other party is a sub female, or if you are very feminine, very young and very submissive.
Q: Would you train my wife if I send her to you for a limited time and send me photos and films of you training and using her?
A: Yes I would if you really send her AND if she is in on it. The problem with the couples and men asking for this is they disappear and erase their profile after 20 - 30 messages and sometimes the same number of mails. Most probably they were roleplaying and there was no wife OR she wasn't in on it and they din't dare to suggest it to her, or if they did she wouldn't play along.
Q: Would you train me on-line?/Would you claim me as your on-line slave?
A: Probably not. I used to say no way, but during the pandemic I did have a few sexual relationships with submissive girls in several countries using telephone and/or various chat apps. We shared our dirty fantasies, we shared orgasms and I had some of them do painful and perverse things on themselves on my command. Now when the pandemic seems to be over and IRL contact is possible again on-line relationships seems less attractive. I live the lifestyle IRL and even an on-line slave girl takes time and effort. It's not a definite no, but you would have to be very special and very devoted for me to consider an on-line slave.
Sadist4painpigs Last profile wasn't showing.
So here we go, i am looking for 2 females for poly, those who can take or not but will take pain, also 1 for domestic chores.
I have a illness, so i live with my brother, so that puts most off, but you don't try, you don't get.
If you can see past that, then great.
TulipGrace Touch
I am sure I had sensory processing disorder as a kid. I totally remember crying all the time from some of the stuff my mom used to want me to wear, and I remember her just sitting there looking at me totally baffled trying to assure me it was the softest she could find. Or having to stop 15 times on a school field trip to sit on the floor in the middle of a museum and take off my shoes and pull up my socks because they kept shifting in my shoe and the seam was by my toe...
I grew up in the NJ/NY area around Italians, and Jews, and Irish, and lots of "Old World Europeans" who at a minimum bear hugged and kissed one cheek, if not both, if not multiple times each time they greeted you. I am in the Midwest now where they are a little more reserved. I can't remember the last time I got a cheek kiss and most of the hugs are just side hugs... I still tend to crash in and hug anyone I know won't flip out from it though lol. I miss those bear hugs! Getting one now days is enough to bring tears to my eyes my body needs it so much! The chemical release in my brain is outside of my control!
I need this. Need. Need like I need food, water, and shelter. Studies during the pandemic have shown am not alone in this, but my sensory processing issues probably make it a little extreme for me. For years scientists have studies out hands and fingers, joints, skin, etc and their sense of touch, but recently they are becoming interested in a subset of touch sensitive nerves in the core regions of our body, such as the back, which have one been discovered.
*“This second type of sensory nerves send signals to areas of our brains that deal with emotional processing. They are most responsive to skin temperature and gentle, stroking touch. Observational studies find that when people are asked to caress their infant, or their romantic partner, they spontaneously use the slow stroking speeds that these nerve fibres prefer. This touch is subjectively perceived as pleasant; it calms and soothes us physiologically, reducing heart rate and buffering against the effects of stress.
When stimulated, these nerves send signals via the spinal cord to the brain where they release a cascade of neurochemicals. One of the most notable chemicals among these is oxytocin, a hormone released by low-intensity skin stimulation such as hugs. Oxytocin is known to play important roles in social bonding, and can reduce stress and increase our tolerance to pain.
The release of oxytocin during social interactions is context-dependent: only when a hug is wanted will the comforting and rewarding effects be felt. When touch is desired, the benefits are shared by both partners in the exchange.”
This explains my desperate need and the reason I melt like a purring kitten when I get it and shut down like an angry Doberman when I don’t. Take me from a culture that touched all the time, and in sensory processing issues, and then throw widowhood in a post-pandemic world… Touch me. Don’t ever keep it from me. I can’t be held responsible if you do. Just saying…
excerpts from *From the Article “The science of hugging, and why we’re missing it so much during the pandemic by Susannah Walker”
mstrjx I think it is easily possible that single dominant people are seen as inflexible and unyieldimg. Set in their ways. My way or the highway. My interests are now your interests and there is nothing else to be said on the matter.
I suppose that could be true for some people. It is NOT true for me. I was an only child, more or less, and as far as I can tell that is still true. Due to reasons I will gladly discuss with individuals inquisitive enough to really want to know, I was a bit of a loner growing up. That didn't bother me, and it still doesn't.
Fast forward a thousand years and as a single person I live my life the way I see fit and do what interests me. Having said that, I am here to meet people and develop relationships. As I look around the CS landscape I suspect the same is true of most of you. Being in a relationship and being single are two completely different things. Within the framework of my relationship I expect to be dominant, but that does not mean that I expect to carry my single life along with me. Good relationships are good because there is at least some level of learning of the other person, and compromise when it seems to be practical.
I would ask that people who look at profiles and interest lists and try to assume that the square peg is always going to be a square peg and will never be able to fit into a round hole to look in the mirror and ask themselves if that is even a safe assumption of themselves.
BlueFyre I was asked why I wouldn't use AI to improve my pictures. (?!)
Um... I think the better question is why would I? (Why would anyone?!)
I'm not embarrassed by my appearance -- I look the way I look. *shrug* This is me.
With a site like this, in trying to find real connections, isn't it silly to pretend to be something different than what exists in the real world? It's not like AI is going to follow any of us around and alter our appearance 24/7... at least not yet anyway. *laugh*
I suppose if a Dominant's appearance is important to you, then I wish you the best in your search, because I'm OG wysiwyg. =D
MistressNikkiVixen I’ve been reflecting on past dynamics—especially the ones that carried intensity, structure, and a deep psychological connection.
And over time, something became clear to me.
Some lost sight of the purpose.
They became more focused on punishment than on presence. More attached to the feeling of correction than to the act of truly serving. The dynamic shifted away from alignment… and into fixation.
And that’s not what I want to cultivate.
Because my role, the way I see it, is not to break men down or leave them in a constant state of need.
It’s to guide. To shape. To bring them into alignment with something greater than themselves.
That’s where my philosophy of Goddess and matriarchy truly lives.
A feminine-centered dynamic, at its highest form, is not about chaos or control for its own sake. It’s about order, intention, and a quiet kind of authority that creates structure others can settle into.
Within that structure, the masculine doesn’t disappear—it finds its place. It becomes supportive, focused, and purposeful.
That’s where devotion becomes meaningful.
Not in desperation. Not in obsession with punishment.
But in awareness.
In learning how to show up consistently.In understanding how to listen, how to respond, how to serve in a way that actually contributes to something whole.
I won’t define what this looks like for everyone.
But for me… it has never been about destruction.
It’s about refinement. Guidance. And creating a space where submission is not just felt—but lived with clarity, balance, and intention.
That is where something truly divine begins to take shape.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
TheVintageYears 2026 - What will you bring?
It is a while since I developed a contact here into a rewarding encounter or relationship. But as you can see I am still here.
Why, you may well ask? Why suffer the frustration?
Well, simply because I know how good it can be.....when the connection is there. I have been extremely lucky a handful of times in my life, with special ladies - I cherish the memories of every one. A couple are no longer with us, a couple wanted more than I could give at the time and others just ran their course, parting as friends rather than partners. So I know!!!
In late 2025, I encountered a soul that brought out the Dom in me, the best of me. If you like, she awakened the beast within or the dark passenger I carry. It was not perfect. I misjudged an early element. She is hesitant to make any "move" or say anything - waiting for the Dom ( ie me ) to orchestrate everything. I prefer and am used to a more balanced partnership, but neither could deny the primal connection.
During 2026 I tried to recover from my early faux pas and build a stronger bond. I knew and understood that she really wanted a full-time, 24/7/365 relationship, but hoped we could find a middle ground. While she stayed resistant to my charms and I harboured hopes, I could cope with the ambiguity - but that was lost in early December. I am not the jealous sort, but I don't share well - just the way I am. She has now visited and stayed with another single Dom at least twice, so backed off.
I miss her. I miss our interaction. But I respect her choice. Submission is a gift that she holds in her hands until she trusts it to another. It is something I would treasure, but it is not something I could or would demand.
I wish her will and hope that I may find another muse in 2026. Recently most interest in my profile has come from submissive men. I am not sure why, other than the number of men on this site? I don't judge, but it is not my thing. The interaction does not reach that beast within.
Bull60
To a Man-Bride, do not be fooled by the title there is a special relationship that develops between two men that can only be consummated through phallic worship. One side holds the phallus and the other the vessel where that phallus is to dwell in glory. One is the earth and the other is the plow that opens it and makes it fertile. Not in the sense of conception but in ideas, attitudes, confidence, and fulfillment. I've always despised the words sub, and passive because the imply a degree of unworthiness. The one who allows phallus to enter him IS a full and total man; because it takes a man to allow another to enter him and hold him inside and effectively owning that part of the body that makes them equals, the phallus. The glory of a male phallus is the ring of his vessel around it, pulsating, embracing, and forever inviting him deeper then who is the more complete I ask? The vessel owns two phalluses and because of that becomes twice the man. The experience of he who is entered is dual; on one hand he feel a phallus invading his intimacy but also can and touched outside because he has another phallus outside of his body to experience, savor and reach fulfillment. Therefore, like a precious object he holds both seeds, his and his partner and becomes fertile by being able to put that experience to good use and walk tall, he has become a man's man. The one who entered him is the channel through which this is achieved and it is not a minor task to bring a fellow man out of his own shadow and into his own light. Nor a master, nor a top, not a controller, but an enablerer. The role of the phallic union is to elevate both men to achieve their best potential and expand their world. Every time they will unite it will be a process of beautification and the union between those two levels of energies can only be expressed as a bride be cause ones opens willingly and a groom because he enters by his own volition. The phallus is the channel of fulfillment and will work both ways as a heterosexual and as a homosexual (in the ancient ancient aception of the word) process of fulfillment phallus illuminates, guides, centers, and diraspects, that is our destiny.
CosmicCunt Ladies - feel free to contact Me anytime to discuss your experiences here with the unfavorables. I have an open door policy when it comes to protecting our interests and there are some parasites here who make it their lifes work to penetrate our defenses in an effort to conquer through deception. It is a rotten business and sours the landscape for honest and true relationships with men of distinction here.
I was reading some journal entries of other dominant women and was alarmed at the amount of similarities to their journeys here. Are we all speaking to the same men/man? Its a fact that Mr. Mindf*ck is spreading his disinformation seed all over. So I have started reaching out to other women. Do you hear that you VOCATIONAL POS PARASITE? One way or another, you will find your breeding grounds drying up. You messed with a very nice but very dogged lady and while I forgive, I never forget an injustice. So while you are creating or discharging both submissive and dominant entities, I will continue to contact other women and asking for them to reach out to Me if they wish to exchange notes. Mind you, we too have form letters, so dont get your hopes up that energy is being spent on you - energy is being spent protecting women from predators such as yourself and energy is being spent in sisterhood ensuring men of worth have clear passage.
Time to buckle up boys, Mama's Got a Brand New Bag! Good luck! lol
MadameTessaH I was a member of CollarMe, then joined CollarSpace. This is my third account here and will be my last. If I don't find a sincere true slave for my search then I will move on to a different website.I am 100 percent real and sincere. I want a slave who is also real and sincere. I will answer questions as openly and honestly as I possibly can. I have set up filters on messages. Sorry, not sorry. The last account had way too many messages that were from fakes and wannabes. I appreciate those who are new to the lifestyle but I am someone who lives the lifestyle as much as possible.
I am also in the process of moving and so there will be periods of time where I might be slow to respond. If you can't be patient then that is your issue and not mine.
Sorry to sound like a hateful *itch but it is what it is. I am here for my own search and I also do not dance or jump through hoops for anyone.
InspiredSymbionts Another day, another thought...
It is a hot one in NYC - 92 degrees F/33 degrees C. Surely there needs to be some ice cream. As the owner savours hers under the shade of the umbrella on the lounge chair. The near naked pet dutifully eats its share from her feet. She is in a breezy tube top summer dress with tropical print. It is only wearing metal cuffs around its wrists and ankles, a collar that connaspects to a anal hook, and a cock cage with chains tethered to the owner's lounge chair. It is licking and sucking fast to make sure that not one bit of that ice cream runs off of the owner's white polished toes or small feet as the consequences of wasting the owner's kindness will be dire.
Then...
Wouldn't you like to know. ;-)
TotalOwnerforslave 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.
TotalOwnerforslave Wake up
The day has been long and tiring. you get the last seat on the bus. you are grateful for the opportunity to sit. your legs are tired from the day.
At the next stop several people get on. One old man ends up standing in front of you. you glance at him, but, try to ignore the old codger. Vaguely you hope his grey beard does not shed on you.
Somewhere deep inside you a disquiet disturbs your comfort. you raise up and offer the old guy your seat. Other people on the bus admire your generosity. The old guy sighs as he carefully lowers his creaky body into the space you have left him.
A lady sitting across from you says, "that was a nice thing to do."
It was, but, that is not why you sacrificed. No, and not because you were thinking of one of your elderly parents. No, this was not a 'nice thing to do.' This was in compliance with your inner need to serve and suffer. you have a slave heart.
ServiceHeart4Her What my submissive nature looks like:
I naturally end up taking care of others better than I take care of myself. I love to maintain a household and provide nourishment and comfort to all who dwell there. I enjoy pampering my partner. I’ve raised a child, I garden, I cook, I fix things and I take pride in a job well done.
Things I’m not so good at… selling myself, making big $$, asking for what I need or making the first move.
I’m sensitive and inquisitive. I care about the world. I’m drawn to ponder the meaning of life. I cherish touch, beauty, intimacy and indulging in carnal delights. I love truth and freedom. I adore feeling wanted, desired and useful to the Feminine.
I adore giving pleasure… physical, emotional and mental. I adore receiving pleasure. I enjoy enduring erotic pain for another’s pleasure… and I cherish serving the will of a Goddess.
CosmicCunt FAVORITE TV: CSPAN, PBS, HTV, GAME SHOWS, HISTORICAL, WAR, SCI-FI, FANTASY, SOUNDSCAPES.
????????????????????????Senate Advances Pete Hegseth?????????????????????????
????????????????????????????????????WHAT????????????????????????????????????
????????????????????????????????????WHY??????????????????????????????????????
Where is the experience necessary for the job as Defense Secretary -
3 MILLION MILITARY UNDER HIS DIRECTION
Someone who holds contempt for federal workers?
Taking the jobs from federal works and directing the money to make it great for Corporate America.
Why is Pete Hegseth even being considered for this postion? NO management experience for the manager of 3 million federal workers? What? How? A man who furhter displays a loathing for diplomatic relations with the nations of the world we share. Secretary of Defense unequipped to understand the necessity of healthy diplomatic relations in The World. If that isn't enough, he thinks women should not serve in the military becasue women detract and or are ineffectual, or worse, weakening the military due to the accomodation of women because they bleed...and are a source of rape. This is a vulgarly poor arguement for eliminanting representation of the human condition within our military and all of life through the elimination of the female gender. Just another ATTEMPT TO REMOVE A WOMANS GOVERNANCE OVER HER BODY. TO DIFFERENTIATE. TO SEPERATE.
TO ENSLAVE WITHOUT CONSENT.
Removing women in the military is NOT on the table.
Removing a womans sovernty is NOT on the table.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!REMOVE HEGSETH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LeetahNMatre Alot has changed since I first created our profile.
What I have noticed over the past year or so since I last checked in is that is still many of the same faces. People I suspect want the idea, but are too afraid to go for it when it is in front of them.
So, what we are looking for also has changed. I was looking to add to a poly family. Well that part is done as there are now three of us under one roof.
What we since decided is to find someone (female) who desires a complete loss of herself not for sensual BDSM, but for complete enslavement.
The person who seek would be looking to disappear from society, and be locked away, perhaps never being allowed to leave our dungeon and your new home.
In this role, you will spend many hours in bondage or caged, except when one of us decides we wish to enjoy your flesh for our pleasure. That pleasure being anything from using you for our sexual gratification, to being tortured just so we can hear you cry or beg for it to be over, to simply clean the floor on hands and knees.
Is this what you desire? Seriously, because many people think it is, but few can really accept that they are offering themselves to a sadist who finds love only in hearing cries and whimpers. Who favors the sound of leather agaist flesh over sweet 'I love yous'. Many profiiles will read like this I suspect, yet less actually have experience in doing just that. So, if you really want to atone for what ever sin you have done (and I could care less what that sin is), then lets talk. If you want to be used while reminded what a worthless piece of crap you are, then your the woman we seek.
TheIronMistress Yeah, I thought I would get back here sooner.. shit happens.
Started getting all my medical stuff going this year. Ugghhh.
I am not looking for oral anything. My concerns this year involve going after the plastic surgeon who f'd up my reconstruction so severely it impacts the rest of my life and sue the f'er. I have to have what he did fixed. Firmly believe he shit on me because I am a medicaid patient. So, my focus is more personal health, at the same time, I have both art and print on demand stuff I am doing, my gardening is just picking up and getting busy at home, and I have an audio podcast I need to get going. On ssi at 560 a month sucks dirty dick.
If you want to be submissive to me, you have to have something to offer in return, not necessarily money, but say vanilla services that help me. Otherwise, I am busy as fuck making the next 20 years of my life better.
As I usually find my relationships in person doing stuff, make it good to get my attention, or I won't waste my time.
Approaching me about your needs is stupid.
Lola the Iron Mistress
GoddessVenom666 Goddess' appetite is insatiable. No matter the number of slaves Goddess owns She always wants more. Those who wish to experience My Glory here should approach and find themselves fulfilled in worshipping Me.
Until then, Goddess shares Her Dreams.
Fifty new girls, all beautiful and complete, were collected for a ritual. All to begin their life in eternity as Goddess' slaves. The ritual a conpetiton. Goddess sits upon Her Throne, radiant. In purple leather boots with straps and buckles and heels, purple leather calf length dress worn black stitching, animating venomous creatures that are My pets. And a black corset highlighting My FigUte.
The initiates were given little guidance. Do not wear leather. Do not wear black or purple, except if in rainbow. Do not wear boots. Otherwise dress in a way that reflaspects your submissiveness and in a way to please Me, which are quite varied. Each initiate approaches on her own, first crawling, head low and unable to see Me. Then when told to stand, to be inspected. Ogled. Desired. to walk slowly to My Boot and show devotion with a heartfelt prayer of thanks. And then to be settled on My Lap, to make out for 90 seconds. Such joy for the initiates to be used.
each is graded on their drEd's, approach, prayer, and kiss. A lesser goddess would surrender to lust and orgasm after four or five sessions. For Goddess it is but foreplay. Building My Inevitable and Insurmoutable Love. All fifty are broughy, kneeling, relaxed. Hopeful to be the one chosen to warm My Bed. My wife on a leash at My side. No trace of jealousy. Joyful that I take joy in cucking her in adding lovers. she sets the example for all to follow.
My Boots echo across the stone floor as I walk amongst you. All heads bowed. A few I touch. On the neck. Or hair. or breast. Since you are Mine, Intouch asI wish. And you touch Me, even see My delicate painted toes, only when I allow. It oleassMe how many quiver as My fingers trace patterns of joy on your bodies.
inneach hand a marble is placed. Unseen. then as I sit on My Throne yet again, palms are open. 44 black marbles. One pinis four red. One purple.
i call the girl with the purple one to My Side and affix a purple leather collar, diamonds spelling out beauty, on her neck. She is the one chosen. No one is disappointed. All pleased their sister gets to bring Me sexual pleasure.
but Goddess is greedy. one girl is never enough. My wife places red collars on four necks. Gives each a kiss. They too will come to MyBed. But first, they will take 11 girls each and lock in black steel. Confined for the night. Able on to hear My Pleasure from the next room. Each are kissedso they learn what others have done to please Me so that they might improve. They are told nothing about whether they can oleasure themselves, though their hands are bound, during the night, except that the Will report 0,1, or more than 1. The girl in pink is told to monitor their safety during the night. She had the lowest score, and so has the most menial tasks. But a task of joy in service to Me none the less.
whole the girls with black were being confined, Goddess took the chosen to her bed, and went down on her. For Goddess loves the thrill of discovering your body. Making it sing for Me. When the other four come, the room is alive with passion. All must fill Mine until I am spent.
Five new lovers. In the morning a tangle of limbs. Exhausted. Content. Then shown by My wife to their new room they will share, sisters. A final step for the other forty five. Each black collared slave girl is given a soft kiss, told their new role as maid or chauffeur. Each is asked for their number, 0, 1, 1+. Each answer is stored and welcomed. A tool to help Me shape and mold. Then the pink collared slave is fucked in front of them all, to show that even she has value, sexuality. There is no chastity here.
it matters not to Me whether you ire to be a cherished lover, wearing a purple collar, an occasional bed made, wearing red, a servant wearing black, or a caretaker of slaves wearing pink. All have value to Me. All are beautiful to Me.
lexi and demon will wear purple for sure. Others have earned red. Some have chosen black, which pleases Me.
Worshup. Be the best you can be. Shower Me and lavish Me woth attention. Confess to Me your greatest desires and fears and hopes and dreams and let Me share them with you. Give Me your sexuality to play with, holding and releasing at My Will. Find your color in My Realm. ire to the heights that you wish for. There is no shame on wanting any of the colors. For you are all beautiful
There is one more. Gold. Goddess will in time have more than one wife. I cannot wait to give out the second, though it may not be in this mortal realm.
Bombo10 Message to Another user when Questioned about deepthroating You just have to start slow and if it isn't working just relax your tongue & angle slightly different until it's a smooth motion into your throat. Then relax & let it go in & out. Then (if you did Swim team) do quick breaths of air in between some of the facefucking. If you have a long term guy to train you and get you used to it and the whole process it's not too hard. Unless your mouth is too small or under/overbite then .. Sucks for you. Or if the guy has a right angle member then.. That's pretty hard lol In terms of my oral health I'm 100% clean. Tested and STD Free & HIV Negative. I have health insurance/Dental too and even Vision (Wears contacts) I have all white teeth, no cavities or crowns, and I enjoy brushing them throughout the day. A clean mouth is a good mouth. Fresh breath. Marketing Major Caregiver/BarBack Have a nice Car Good place (can't host) Good head not emotionally wrecked or anything just enjoy being used and having fun.
MadameTessaH “The Lesson in the Red Chair – Part II: Temperature Chains”
T.L. Duncan
He knelt perfectly still in front of the red chair, hands behind his back, shoulders trembling just enough for me to know he was alive inside the anticipation.
Good. He should tremble.
Temperature chains demand obedience.
I stepped behind him and let the room settle into silence. A long silence. Long enough that he started to doubt what he’d feel first.
Then I touched the back of his neck with warm oil.
He inhaled sharply.
The oil wasn’t hot—just body-warm. Comforting. Seductive. A touch that coaxed him into trust before breaking it.
“My warmth first,” I murmured.
I smoothed the oil over the top of his shoulders, slow strokes that lulled him into lowering his guard. His breath lengthened. His muscles softened. His head tilted forward in surrender.
Good. Perfect, actually.
Now I changed the temperature.
The ice cube was newly unwrapped, frosty and dripping between my fingers. He didn’t hear it. He didn’t expect it.
And that made it exquisite.
I pressed it to the same spot I had just warmed.
He jerked like a current ran through him—but he stayed kneeling.
“Good boy,” I said quietly.
The praise landed deep.
I traced the ice down the line of his spine, a slow, cruel descent. He shuddered uncontrollably, head dropping forward, breath catching on every inch.
Then I wiped the trail dry with a heated cloth—soft, warm, soothing.
His whole body swayed, caught between two opposites with no ability to prepare for either.
“That’s the point of temperature chains,” I whispered. “Your body stops guessing. It just reacts.”
He exhaled a broken sound—half moan, half plea.
I circled him, letting the warm cloth ghost over his chest, then replaced it with the ice again, pressing it to the hollow of his throat.
He gasped and froze.
“Don’t move,” I warned.
He didn’t. He barely breathed.
I let the ice melt in a slow path over his skin, then chased the trail with my warm palm. Cold. Warm. Cold. Warm.
His head fell back against my thigh.
“You’re unraveling beautifully,” I said, cupping the side of his face gently—warm palm, cold fingertips.
He whimpered at the contrast.
Now that he was soft and undone, the next sequence would hit harder.
I dipped my fingers in the warm oil again, then traced a circle over his sternum.
He relaxed.
And just as the comfort settled—
I lifted the chilled metal spoon.
He didn’t see it. He didn’t hear it.
He only felt the shock when it touched the same oiled spot.
He choked on a moan.
His hands flexed behind his back.
His body bowed toward me.
“Hold your position,” I commanded, voice velvet and steel at once.
He froze, trembling uncontrollably now, his body shaking with a desperate cocktail of cold, warmth, need, and obedience.
I moved the spoon lower, then chased it immediately with warmed fingertips. His breath stuttered. His knees nearly buckled.
“Your body can’t predict me anymore,” I said softly into his ear. “That’s what surrender feels like.”
He nodded, barely able to speak.
“Good,” I whispered. “Because your final temperature test will break what’s left of your control.”
I stepped away to prepare it—just out of his line of sight, just enough for the dread and desire to twist together.
“Be still,” I said. “Lesson three begins now.”
He was still kneeling, barely holding himself together. The temperature chains had wrecked his sense of predictability, and I could feel it in the shivers running through him.
Now it was time to take the one thing he had left— his mind.
I stepped behind him, deliberately quiet, until my thighs brushed the edge of his shoulders. He stiffened, waiting for the next sensation.
But I gave him nothing. No touch. Just silence.
Then I leaned down until my lips hovered a hair’s breadth from his ear.
“Don’t look for my hands,” I whispered. “My voice is what owns you right now.”
His breath hitched.
Good.
I let my breath warm the shell of his ear, slow and soft—not touching, just threatening the touch. He froze in place like prey that knows the predator is right behind it.
“You feel that?” I murmured.
“Yes… Ma’am…”
“That’s not me touching you,” I said. “That’s me deciding you deserve to feel my breath.”
He shuddered so hard his balance wavered.
I slid one hand behind his neck—not gripping, just resting there, letting him know I could take hold at any moment—but my mouth stayed at his ear.
“Your body reacts before you can think,” I whispered. “And that turns me on more than anything else.”
He exhaled sharply, a small, helpless sound.
I didn’t touch him yet.
Instead, I let my lips barely graze the upper curve of his ear—so faint that he might have imagined it. A ghost of contact. A promise.
He whimpered.
Then I broke the almost-touch with a cold whisper:
“Keep your hands behind your back.”
“I— I am, Ma’am…”
“Good. Because if you lift one finger to steady yourself, this ends.”
His spine straightened in panic and obedience at the same time.
Now he was mine.
I brought my mouth closer, slow and controlled, until the tip of my nose brushed the soft edge of his jaw.
“Do you know what I want right now?” I whispered.
“No, Ma’am…”
LeavingLV I suppose I need to update this along with my profile. As I said in my new profile, I am currently living in Virginia and owned as part of a household so I’m no longer looking. I only come here occasionally to chat with a few people I’ve come to know.
A lot changed for me at the end of last year when I moved here. This is only the second ownership situation I’ve ever been in. I have a scattered history with the couple who now own me so they aren’t a complete unknown but much of what is expected of me is very new. I am their new alpha and expected to manage the general household as well as some aspects of others that are brought in, either short term or long term. Their prior long-term slave left the household last month and they have taken on a new one, at least on a trial basis. I’m not sure if she’ll last but the mistress has faith in her becoming a permanent part of the household so time will tell I guess.
For those who were curious about my tech gig work, I took a couple months off and I’m starting some new work next month. It’ll be tricky balancing that with my household duties so I’m not putting much on my plate at first. On the plus side, since I don’t have any expenses here, all of what I take in can go toward investing my future. I guess that’ll be yet another new situation for me.. lol
MissDAR Lately I've watched videos of people showing fake food, I've even come across some of it Myself.
But, I also question My life choice coming on this site that is now so full of fake people. They have flesh and bones yes, but no soul,
no honesty, half truths, and sometimes just down right lying losers and energy vampires.
I know I can't be the only one knowing this. I hear from men saying the same thing however , they are usually ( not always ) bullsh#ters themselves.
Yet here I am, still looking for a honest person is a sea of 1000's. Come on people, DO BETTER !
If your just looking for a play partner, say so. If you have family,property, work or a business and can't move, say so, better yet don't even write ,unless you will benefit Me.
I'm not a needy person, I do well enough on My own. I'm not looking for a certain look, body type or financial status. I don't give a sh#t.
Just because the world is going a bit crazy doesn't mean you have to.
I only want grounded honest people around Me. That's it !
jenjen4712 pet store (1/3)
you lead me into the pet store quietly, just smiling to yourself when i shiver from the cool air on my already wet pussy. you hold my hand as we walk through the store, but move to stand behind me when we get to the collars and leashes. you place your hands possessively on my hips and pull me back against you, enjoying the view down my top as my breathing speeds up. "it's time, baby," you whisper into my ear. "what kind of collar do you want?"
i hadn't thought about helping you choose my collar. i had half expected to wake up one morning to find it around my throat, if i was being honest, and i was overwhelmed by the choices.
i shake my head, and you feel the moment my trembling shifts from arousal to panic. you pull me closer and kiss the side of my throat. "you're not choosing," you remind me. "you're helping me, but this is not up to you." your voice is sterner now and i sink into it, letting you steady me. "clear?"
"yes sir."
you kiss me on the throat again, in a spot i know will soon be covered up by your collar, and i moan softly.
"good girl," you murmur before letting me go.
i watch you walk up the aisle before moving to the collection of leather collars. i lose track of you while i look through the rows of collars, touching the cool leather, feeling how supple or stiff they are, shaking them to see how much noise they make and how heavy they are.
i turn back to you as you walk back down the aisle toward me. you pick up one of the training collars, a metal one with spikes on the inside, and hold it up, jangling it to make sure you have my attention. my breathing speeds up again and you laugh a little when i squeeze my thighs together and reach out to the wall of collars to steady myself, but you put it back on its shelf. "maybe next time," you tell me, and finish walking back to me.
you reach out to touch the collar i was looking at with one hand, and the other slips under my skirt, trailing up and down the slickness coating my inner thighs. you trace those wet fingers over my lips and i greedily suck them into my mouth, moaning a little at the taste of us. you start to pull your hand away but i hold onto it, making sure i haven't missed anything and rocking my hips in time to my sucking.
you laugh at my whine when you finally remove your fingers from my mouth. "such a desperate little thing you are, babe." you move to stand behind me, trapping me between your body and the wall of collars. "this one?" i don't know how your voice is completely steady, considering you have one hand under my skirt again and i can feel you getting hard.
when you first brush against my pussy lips, i look around, making sure we're alone. "eyes ahead," you tell me, your fingers stroking up and down my wet cunt. "tell me why this one."
"it's pretty. i like--" i stop, ging when your fingers find my clit. a light pinch from you brings me back. "i like that it looks delicate, light pink with little gold hearts." i'm trying to grind against your fingers now, but you keep them far enough away that i can't get any relief.
"and?"
i can't help the whine that escapes me when you slip two fingers inside me. i rock against your fingers as i continue. "i like the matching bracelet. i can wear that whenever i can't wear the actual collar. so i'm always collared. always yours." i barely squeeze it out before you're pulling your hand out from under my skirt and i whine louder.
you step back and watch me as you bring your fingers to your mouth. i'm still braced against the wall, eyes closed, hips rocking against nothing. there's a trail of pussy juice dripping down my legs and i can't hold back all the little moans and whimpers. "look at you, my pathetic, wanton slut. we haven't even looked at leashes yet."
Ihntais 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.
alenaslight In the world are many denominations all claiming to possess the accurate knowledge of the truth. However this is divisions. In 1 Corinthians, Paul appealed to us that we have no divisions amongst ourselves and instead that we all be perfectly united in mind and thought. One of you say, "I follow this" and another says "I follow that" and still another "I follow such and such". Is Christ divided? Yet I say to you, revelations has something against each church. I tell you when Christ unveils his church there will be many upheavals and sudden changes. The real church is nurturing, a good guardian like a parent teaching it's child right and wrong. Allowing for the true knowledge of what truly matters to God the Father and Jesus Christ. Allowing individuals to grow in grace and become one in Christ's image. Jesus said if you love him you would observe his commandments. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance, and gentleness.
ServiceHeart4Her What I truly seek....I seek 24/7 submission on a psychological level and physical submission at my Mistresses whim.
I do understand that is something that is built gradually over time in a relationship, once trust has been established. I’m drawn primarily to a loving and nurturing style of Domination. I enjoy pleasing and making my partners life easier.
I am not a masochist… I don’t seek pain for the sake of pain alone, but I do understand its value toward discipline and training. Otherwise I will trust that my well being will always be a priority.
I am very sensual and enjoy many kinds of play. I also understand that play is NOT the foundation of a strong D/s relationship. That comes through the strength of the power exchange that both people desire.
I admit I tend to be very private.
I do not engage in groups or public play, and I prefer a completely vanilla exterior. I’m not into being cucked or treated like a slave. Nor do I seek to be a part of a stable of subs. My submission, attentions and adoration should be considered of value to the one I serve. I am after all, a man who is truly a pleaser.... someone who derives much of his own fulfillment from pleasing his Domme, and from giving over control to her. I am not interested in being some kind of mindless slave kept in a cage… but rather someone who is a person in his own right. I do have a quick mind and a sense of humor, and I don’t want to be afraid to use them at the appropriate times. I am looking for someone who will help me flourish under Her guidance and help me become the best version of me.
I would hope to become a best friend, a lover, a houseboy, Her personal servant, Her sensual slave and more.
Ideally, I would like to be with someone who is nearer to my age, intelligent, independent and knows what she wants from a D/s relationship. I am not looking for casual interactions, or for mere play sessions, but rather for my lifemate, with whom I hope to explore the ins and outs of Ds as well as the vanilla world for the rest of our lives...
If most of this resonates then by all means reach out to me and let’s have a dialogue.
Looking4boy2own First I'd like to say thank you to everyonw who has messaged me offering support and sympathies over my recent health decline, it's been very helpful to feel the support and encouragement!
I have an appointment in a few days with cardio, so hoping for better results when I go in then ...
on the other hand, the shop is going well we have 24 listings on ebay currently and we're excited to keep adding to those listings
I do have to say, I hate having this heat failure, I hate days like today when I am so congested and have no energy, I hate when I feel weak, but it makes me appreciate the good days so much more! Take nothing for granted and enjoy life with good vibes!!!!
jenjen4712 pet store (2/3)
after you approve the collar we shop for leashes together, but i'm in a daze. every time i start to regain my composure, you reach under my skirt and bring me to the brink of orgasm, then laugh at my whines when you step away.
as you edge me over and over, you taunt me- telling me i'm a desperate slut, just your little fucktoy, this is what i'm meant for, look at how pathetic and wet i am. then you have me repeat it back to you, and in my desperation i start adding to it, telling you that this is what i deserve for being such a whore, that it doesn't matter what i want as long as i'm pleasing you, begging to let me suck your cock to show you what a good girl i am.
after you push me so perilously close to the edge again, i finally tell you i can't take it anymore. you push me against the wall, using the leash across my throat to hold me in place. "touch yourself."
"sir please, i can't--"
you add pressure to the leash choking me and lean in closer, so your lips brush mine when you tell me, "that wasn't a request, slut."
i whimper but reach under my skirt and run my fingers up and down my wet pussy lips. you loosen the leash a little and kiss me just as my fingers find my swollen clit, and i can feel you smile when i g into your mouth.
you continue kissing me while i touch myself, seemingly unaffected by my need, just holding me in place in this pet store like we have all the time in the world. when you hear my breathing change as i get closer to the edge, you order me stop and continue lazily kissing me, completely ignoring my desperate whines and rocking hips.
when my breathing calms you order me to do it again, and again, and again. sometimes you order me to fuck myself, or lick my fingers clean, or pinch my nipples since your hands are still holding the leash across my throat. we keep going until nothing matters except your voice and my throbbing clit. i don't care anymore that we're in public, that all i can hear in this store anymore is my moans and wet pussy, that there's no way i could get within 20 feet of the cashier without him being able to smell the juices dripping out of me. all i care about is obeying you and ending this torment.
i don't know what you're waiting for or want from me and i'm too far past rational thought to think about it or even ask. after the fifth time in a row of making me edge myself, each session getting shorter and shorter, i burst into tears when you order me to stop.
you step back from me and admire your handiwork. i'm leaning against the wall, eyes closed, still crying. my inner thighs are glistening, my juices running down my legs in a way that's impossible to miss. even as i cry, my hips are rocking, still so desperate for any touch.
you cup the side of my face and tell me i'm a good girl, petting my hair and telling me how obedient i am in between you sucking my fingers clean. when i have enough composure back to look at you, you smile at me and ask if i'd like to cum.
i immediately stand up straighter. "yes sir."
"you'll still have to earn it," you tell me. i nod. "what will you do to earn an orgasm today, baby?"o
you ask it so innocently, but your hand slips under my skirt and finds my clit again before i can answer. "anything, i'll do anything to cum, please daddy," i beg.
Secretslut81720 So I've been getting a lot more hate messages from MAGATs of late. I'm thinking it may be because the midterms are quickly approaching and they know new days will be dawning. Some say this is not the place to express my political views. I'd respond that my views are more about not wanting to attract tRumpanzees with no moral compass than being political. But I'm often blocked after they show their asses which is ok. I have no interest in convincing them they're ignorant pieces of shit if they still think he's a good president who is doing great things for this wonderful country. It boggles my mind to think there are still people who are supportive of him after its clear he needs to be in prison or a nursing home. And that they're eager to defend him and vocalize their ignorance. I'd be glad to have civil and intelligent discourses with them but they don't seem to be able to do that. So AGAIN I will say PLEASE keep on strolling if you don't like what I have to say. That's the purpose of my rants. Thank you for your attention to this matter. lol
Menewa "life is full of endings that you never know are coming until they already pass"I wrote that quote in high school. Some of us learn and grow and im grateful that many things have been learned. Some answers will never be known for sure from my journey here in this lifetime.
A new chapter is starting and perhaps the last chapter . Today i finally got to start moving things to a new home . A home that I feel will be my last but things are never certain and I have learned you have to live in the moment and ride each wave.
I feel the shift of energy in the earth but I also know that things must shift so they can heal and balance. My Master Mate and Husband and I have been through many things in these last three years. We have grown and we intend to keep growing together.
I have learned about the light and the dark. I have learned about walking paths. I have learned about consequences for actions. I have learned about addiction . I have learned what vanilla mindsets are like and how many of those could just things that are spiritual and misunderstood. I have definitely learned and experienced Dominance and submission through mind body soul spirit and energy.
We cant protect people from all pain all we can do is try to guide but some lessons must always be learned by the being.
It feels good to write, its been awhile since I sat down and let words flow.
There is always new beginnings
Crueltobekind You do not restrain a girl when she is to be punished. Restraints are a learning and teaching aid, or part of simply revelling in who and what you are together.
A girl who is to be punished lacks discipline, she lacks a sense of her place and purpose. Part of punishment is making her understand that the only way to get through punishment is forebearance, strength and devotion, both to you as her owner and herself as a slave. Restraining her removes the need for her to endure and to control her responses.
I usually discipline with a cane, and usually a thin, flexible one rather than a thicker, heavier type. In my experience, girls tend to prefer thuddy canes as the pain is much deeper and more rounded. Thin cane strikes are sharp and immediately, eye-wateringly painful. And yes, I have been caned and caned well - I know what I talk about. You can become lost in the heavy impacts of a stout cane, overwhelmed and rendered mentally helpless. The pain just swamps you. The bright, cutting pain of a thin cane constantly assaults your sense, but never enough that you are mentally able to travel elsewhere. Those impacts always, always drag you right back to the here and now.
My routine is to bend a girl over the end of the bed or a desk (not a chair - too liable to tip), and tell her the number of strokes she will endure (usually 10), that she will count them from 1 to 10 as they are delivered and that she will not be restrained at all. Hands planted on the top of whatever she is bent over, feet planted and about a metre apart. There are two rules.
The first is that she will not move, speak or cry out. If she does, the count starts over and the leniency with which I apply that rule is at my discretion and dependant on what she is being punished for.
The second rule is that we will not stop until all 10 strokes land according to the first rule.
If the rear becomes too welted, then there are the front and backs of her thighs, her breasts, the soles of her feet and several other places.
She will take her 10 and she will do so with resolve, commitment and determination. She will do so with discipline.
And once punishment is delivered, the sin is forgotten. It is not referred to again, it is not held over her and is not used as some kind of fucked up supporting evidence of a future transgression.
It is done. The girl is cleansed and I tend to her. I bathe her from top to toe, slowly and with care, I ease her pain best I can and, if the situation permits, I reward her with pleasure. At the very least, she sleeps in my arms and when she awakes, it is a brand new day for us both.
Anjunajune Master's WritingsDo We Force or Do We Cultivate Submission?As Dominants, do we take or do we nurture? Do we force or do we cultivate? Do we allow for discovery and awareness or do we force a submissive to become the vision of submission we held in our minds before even meeting them?Nearly every Dominant I have ever talked to has a fantasy or a story about "taking" a submissive. We hold an ideal in our mind of what a submissive should be like, act like and perhaps even sound like. But do we truly, as Dominants, cultivate a submissive to find their own unique, natural path to their truest self?I believe in guiding a submissive, there is an easy road and a hard road. And like all things the harder road will always produce the richest results. The easy way is to take, force, and command them to fit into a predefined mold. For a skilled Dominant, grooming a submissive this way may be swift, but shallow, suitable for play, but not for a lasting dynamic.The only submission I find worthy of my time and energies, is one that is freely given, honest and genuine, where the submissive understands why they have chosen to submit. I find there are several critical aspaspects that are always part of this "harder" and, what I believe to be, a more fulfilling road. Though it might sound manipulative, it is not when done openly and honestly with the purest of intentions toward your submissive.Understanding: One cannot dominate another without knowing the person. One must understand the individual, both the vanilla and the kink. You should spend time to get to know how they think, what they believe, and the motivations behind them all. Share freely of yourself as well to create mutual understanding and build trust. Seek to discover the things that have shaped their life, brought them to the lifestyle - fears, joys, struggles, and fantasies. Each truth either of you share, unlocks a clue about how best to bring them out of their shell and open them up.Engage the mind before the body: The lifestyle and all its kink, when done right, will always be vastly more mental than physical. So many of the things we do here require deep trust, openness, and communication. I know you have heard this all before, but have you thought about what cultivates such trust? It is the mental closeness that comes from sharing, talking, connecting, explaining, and engaging in ways that are respectful of the thinking being standing in front of you, and generous in the giving of yourself. It is the understanding of how a mind works that reveals their blocks, their turn-ons, their fears, and the past damage that continue to color their present self, for good and for bad. As Dominant, be inquisitive of what takes place between their ears, not just between their legs and always engage the mind before you touch the body.Cultivate their awareness of self: In order for any of us to participate fully in the lifestyle, one must have an awareness of who we are, what we want, and why we want it. Few have taken the time to fully explore this in a meaningful way. If you have not, I encourage you to do this for yourself. Ask at least 3 why's after ever truth you think you have uncovered. Dig, explore and be curious. Don't be satisfied with superficial awareness but strive for the hidden understanding behind each “why”. Then when you have a better understanding of yourself, help your submissive explore in this same way. No judgment, no shame, no allowance for them to become self conscious or hide from a hard truth (of course in a supportive and respectful way that allows us all to share in our own time - some truths are really hard to share). Remain open, honest and welcoming. Create a safe place for them to share all with you. Don't lead or channel them to a specific place but allow the discovery to be organic. There is beauty in watching a flower unfold on its own. Question, reflect, explore and require total honesty as you go deeper. Only in this way can you guide them to an awareness of their most authentic self.Build confidence: Few dominants speak of the power of a submissive. I find that there is enormous power in the confidence and submission of an submissive. To know your most authentic and natural self is one of the highest forms of enlightenment I can think of. As a Dominant, I see it as our job to build that confidence, not break them down.It has been my experience that as you begin working on this fourth aspect, all of the work you have done comes together to provide you a depth of overall understanding of your submissive and quite frankly, they will, and should, understand you as well. I have always seen the yin and yang of D/s and M/s relationships being a growing together rather than a forcing to comply or taking of a submissive. There is no sweeter fruit than the fruit that is given freely and for an s to give themself freely, without reservation to a Dominant who truly "knows them" is priceless beyond compare. Once you have tasted such fruit, I doubt you will ever settle for less.A word of caution: This is powerful guidance, and not to be engaged in lightly. We do not use this for manipulation or deceit. We engage openly and honestly in order to seek the same in our partners. If you, yourself, are not yet ready to be fully open with your partner, please do not attempt this, you will only cause pain and emotional harm when you cannot reciprocate the openness that you have worked to create.For those on both sides of the slash, I wish you understanding and beauty and hope this helps in some small way in your life.
geoOct1st Current state of mind
i have been reminiscing on the choices i made and realizing i have allowed my fears and ego to stand in the way of pursuing my slavish needs. Once again i am in chastity 24/7, trying to feed my need for subjugation. The feeling of servility deepens with each passing day. Thoughts of absolute surrender fill my mind. my frustrations have me in a deep state of desperation and i am unclear on why this time chastity has affected me so deeply. As i look around, i find myself alone, void of any intimate contact. This was not my intention, but it is a product of my choices.
i am trying to accept the predicament i have put myself into. As my servility deepens, i sense i am to be a slave to all, no exceptions. It is difficult to maintain a position of authority when my demeanor is becoming extremely subservient. my chastity journey started as a curiosity. Then it became a way to fulfill my need for subjugation. Now it is my life. i am my own keyholder, yet i can’t unlock myself. It would be easy to do, but my psyche doesn’t allow it. It is like, i don’t have permission, but from who?
Dreams are a powerful influence. my sleep has been restless, filled with dreams of my inadequacies and subjugation. The individual in my dream is familiar, the voice i recognize, but where? They know what to say and do to intensify my feeling of humbleness. They receive pleasure in watching me slowly slip closer to absolute subjugation. Dreams of subjugation continue to fill my sleep, everyday i wake up in a more slavish state.
This has become a cruel spiral of emotions. The more i attempt to feed my need for subjugation, the more my slavish desires intensify, which in turn creates a stronger need for subjugation.
LadyRavenSky LET ME MAKE SOME THINGS CLEAR
DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME MESSAGING ME IF YOU DON'T HAVE A PIC OR PROFILE.
IF YOU DO MESSAGE ME YOU MUST SEND AN ACTUAL MESSAGE. NO ONE LINERS OR ONE ONE WORD MESSAGES
DON'T START YOUR MESSAGE OFF WITH Mistress or Goddess. YOU HAVEN'T BEEN GIVEN PERMISSION TO ADDRESS ME AS SUCH.
I'M NOT HERE TO FINANCIALLY SUPPORT YOU!!!!!!
Lady Raven
angeldmort This.
Over and over and over from I swear to god THOUSANDS of you over the years.
This is EXACTLY why almost every "sub" and "slave" is failing, and will never find an actual Domme.
They will almost certainly find lots of scammers who will rob them blind, but honestly, I can't honestly say they don't deserve it.
A Dominant Woman is just that- Dominant.
Not tolerant of lies or bullshit.
Not people pleasing and letting poor behavior slide.
Not simpering and desperate for the scraps of effort random men offer.
This one wasn't even offering scraps. He was expecting a whole feast provided to him on a silver platter for on my dime.
I LITERALLY just posted a journal entry about how men don't read profiles.
About how insulting it is to be handed spam messages as if we are interchangeable.
About how it insults our intelligence for men to give us such obvious lies.
How denigrating it is to have them expect us to tolerate their total lack of effort - if you can't spend 2 minutes to read a profile and at least see if there's a requirement for contact, you absolutely are the laziest mutherfucker imaginable.
And if you think we deserve that kind of treatment, that's the biggest insult of all.
And here comes Mr 'I'm so awesome'.
Name changed for TOS.
I even TOLD him how he fucked up… I literally told him to go read it. And he kept on refusing to do the bare fucking minimum even when directly told to do so by someone he wants to make him a "SLAVE." Cause lord knows, he wouldn't be told to do anything as a slave, right???
So… yeah.
Let's call this one -
"How to offend every Domme you contact in the first message and get blocked by anyone who isn't a scammer."
Him on 7/12/26 at 3:54 PM:
hi ma'am, i hope you're doing well first of all, sorry about my profile. it has an issue that i couldn't fix, so it is not showing for anyone, but i am happy to tell you all about myself if interested I'm Reese, 47 years old sub male in MD seeking a dominant woman owner to turn me into a slave I am educated and have a good career. I'm single with no kids please let me know if you would like to get to know each other as i feel we might be a good match thanks
angeldmort on 7/12/26 at 5:11 PM:
"ma'am"
"i feel we might be a good match"
Based on what?
You may wanna go read my latest journal entry.
Him on 7/12/26 at 5:17 PM:
i desire to be turned into a slave
angeldmort on 7/13/26 at 9:44 PM:
And I desire a slave who can read and has strong cognitive skills. Like, one that can catch a clue by four.
Him on 7/14/26 at 5:30 AM:
oh i have strong cognitive skills
angeldmort on 7/14/26 at 8:15 AM:
And yet, you STILL haven't figure out how you fucked up, that you need to apologize for it, or how to stop fucking up with other Dommes. Which is why I'm blocking you. I have no patience for stupid or lazy, and you are both.
alenaslight You, however, keep on speaking what is consistent with wholesome teaching. 2 Let the older men be moderate in habits, serious, sound in mind, healthy in faith, in love, in endurance. 3 Likewise, let the older women be reverent in behavior, not slanderous, not enslaved to a lot of wine, teachers of what is good, 4 so that they may advise the younger women to love their husbands, to love their children, 5 to be sound in mind, chaste, working at home, good, subjecting themselves to their own husbands, so that the word of God may not be spoken of abusively. 6 Likewise, keep on urging the younger men to be sound in mind, 7 showing yourself to be an example of fine works in every way. Teach what is pure with all seriousness, 8 using wholesome speech that cannot be criticized, so that those who oppose may be put to shame, having nothing negative to say about us. 9 Let slaves be in subjection to their owners in all things, trying to please them, not talking back, 10 not stealing from them, but showing complete trustworthiness, so that in every way they may adorn the teaching of our Savior, God. 11 For the undeserved kindness of God has been manifested, bringing salvation to all sorts of people. 12 It trains us to reject ungodliness and worldly desires and to live with soundness of mind and righteousness and godly devotion amid this present system of things, 13 while we wait for the happy hope and glorious manifestation of the great God and of our Savior, Jesus Christ, 14 who gave himself for us to set us free from every sort of lawlessness and to cleanse for himself a people who are his own special possession, zealous for fine works. 15 Keep on speaking these things and exhorting and reproving with full authority. Do not let anyone look down on you.
Titus 2:1-15
jbonds Personal information about me
single male, never married
no children
full head of hair
have all my teeth
none tobacco
light social drinker
self-employed
flawed, work to be better
kind, honest, trustworthy
genuine and seek it too
relocatable within USA
Important Lifestyle Relationship must knows
i believe in Safe Sane and Consensual.
i believe in being of value, not a doormat.
turned on by women who are dominant and aggressive inside of relationship.
it's hard to turn down a beautiful set of feet and ten toes.
kneeling at feet of Goddess, feels so good.
attracted to women who have kindness and stern when need be.
turned off by women who are just right down mean in life.
high priority for worshipping women as a my Goddess, showing and giving her respect.
yes i will cook, clean and wash the window. Always leave the toilet seat down, never up.
mutual attraction, both inside and out. i want to get to know you.
being geniune, honest, trustworthy and good communication.
good sense of humor, able to laugh at one's self and enjoy others.
not looking to be paid or looking to pay anyone.
subMeghan Another day, another journal entry...
This is subMeghan, once again announcing to you all that as I type this I am naked, wearing only my collar (and glasses), just as my Dom wishes... and his wish, is my command...
I got several follow-up messages regarding my last journal entry. So here are some of the details you all demanded to know.
I was tied to a wooden chair with a high back. Yes, my legs were spread wide apart with each ankle pulled back and tied to a back leg of the chair in such a way that only my toes touched the ground. My wrists were tied together behind my back and behind the back of the chair. No, I was not blindfolded, but my Dom did remove my glasses. Oh course I was naked. (I don't know why someone would have thought otherwise.)
As my Dom was going to leave me alone like this while he went to the grocery store, no nipple clamps, no clothes pins were used. No ball gag was used. Nothing extreme. We wanted to play it safe since I'd be alone. Although I would have preferred it, I was not allowed to have a virbrator. All in all, this was a relatively easy position to maintain.
No, I did not try and escape. Again, I was alone and that might be dangerous. Let's see... My dom was gone for at least an hour. So basically I just sat there and waited. When he came home, he did not immediately untie me, but rather did a few things first. When he did untie me, he directed me to go and put the groceries away, which I did...
I think that answered everybody's questions. If not, let me know...
I hope you all have a great holiday weekend.
subMeghan
littlerabbitgirl night air, a primal rhythm that echoed through the park. Lily's cries mingled with his grunts, their bodies moving as one, driven by the raw, animalistic need. He reached around, his fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing and pinching it in time with his thrusts.
"Cum for me, you little slut," he demanded, his voice harsh and commanding. "Cum on my cock."
Lily's body tightened, every nerve alight with sensation. She was on the edge, teetering between pain and pleasure, as his fingers worked her clit and his cock filled her to the brim. With a final, powerful thrust, she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, causing her to scream into the night.
As her body convulsed around him, he groaned, his own release building. He gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as he emptied himself deep within her, filling her with his hot seed.
They stood there, panting, their bodies still joined, as the echoes of their passion faded into the night. Lily's mind reeled, struggling to process what had just happened. She had been taken, used, and yet, she couldn't deny the pleasure she had experienced.
The man released her, stepping back, his breathing heavy. "You were a good fuck, Lily. But now, I must go."
Lily's legs trembled as she leaned against the tree, her body still throbbing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She watched as he zipped up his pants, the moonlight glinting off his hooded figure.
"Wait..." she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Who are you?"
RAWRSUB 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.
quirkylittle4daddy i tried to make a post about lilith earlier like i did on reddit but this site ho'd me and didn't post it after posting it was already posted. oh well. trust me if you go on reddit or otherwise it's there.
I think I've mentioned it before on here that I am above average with astrology, but I'm not an astrologer. I've never been trained on how to actually read the charts, how to make the charts. I've never taken any classes on it. What I've learned is simply through grit and connecting with other novices and pulling together information. and just amalgamating slash being alchemical And bare bonesing it, you know, like raw dogging it. But as I've shared on my previous points. my intuition is like Doja cats lyrics. Trust me, I got magical foresight. so I might not have all the understanding in three D of the words, the vernacular, the structure, the format, the step by step to do things. especially with people that are more versed in these esoteric and magic school and mystery school or any of these long standing principles and all the stuff in the mystic spiritual magic world, right?
It's like the vibe of not being a pedigree, but being a scrappy, rough misfit. LOL.
So I know more than the average person about astrology, but in the world of astrologers, I know nothing.
I've been riding extremely about this balance and holding the line when it comes to how the. Michael male divine energy engages with the feminine. Sophia Divine feminine original source energy. And because in this life I'm alternative, I'm kinky. I'm. BDSM y. I'm polyamory. in a world where I was meant to be in the sauce and I was meant to be. physically engaging with people in a romantic sexual. real life kind of realm. categorizing myself in my past experiences. But before I came to realize I'm supposed to be more of a teacher and I'm not supposed to really hold that. because when you start holding that, you lose the higher perspective. You lose like the higher realm of it. right? but before I figured that out and I was trying to get lost in the sauce, I've always. expressed relating to the opposite sex in a very Non mainstream way. So it's like, as I continue to write the way that my divine feminine resonates on Earth is with the other alternative girls. I'm connected to the divine feminine with the dark goddess energy, with the bad babe energy. with the girlies who are with the mafia vibe, who are with the gangsters who are with the dominance, who are with the. people running the emotional, physical, mental, sexual. edge.
Just like cyberpunk. 2077. I'm with the edge runners. Not all women are like that. Most women aren't like that. Not all men are like that. A lot of men aren't like that. And in the spiritual world, I have found most of them are very love and light and asexual to begin with. So it's like the way. I'm channeling this message is for a very unique small subset of people. But even in the confusion and stuff, I know what I'm seeing. I know what I'm I'm supposed to write about. I know I'm supposed to say I know the message that I'm spreading even. if I don't necessarily know who I'm supposed to spread it to. I know I got the goods. Deep down. and even if these goods never turn into anything but these notes like I know that there's something magic going on. Hashtag being a projector, hashtag being a instinctual spleen at projector hashtag having the juxtaposition cross of assimilation bringing in crazy ass concepts that are forward thinking. so ka. so desu ne.
Unrelated side note. Because I am an anime snob I do not like the digital animation and the styling. Of the I watched this show because I am deeply into the fandom. I literally not being facetious, but probably two years straight watching over 15 people play the game as much as. much as they completed it and I have never seen anyone complete the game. I saw one person on You Tube from Australia that was a lady get very close to completing the game but then felt pressured to do phantom liberty without finding all the side missions and side things and stopped to go to Phantom Liberty to appease her. fandom. but yes, I went very deep into this whole lore of cyberpunk. and so I felt I needed to watch this show in order to honor the essence of it and the message that this amazing franchise had and I Like I do most modern anime was slightly disappointed. Didn't feel much from it. Got a little bit from it, but a lot of people love how that style of medium of art is nowadays. And I'm on purpose, not on the same. not on the same vibe. I went to a club that was anime based. And I came across a younger guy. that was still an adult, obviously. But he said, I'm stuck in the past and I said yes on purpose. and he was like the 90s and I was like actually to be specific. I'm stuck in the 1970s to 2005 talking about bigger concepts like Leji matsumoso Galaxy Express 999. space operas. Tenchi muyo slayers. ah megumi sama sailor moon, serial experiments lain, neon genisis evangelion, even lighter stuff like mermaid melody pichi pichi, metropolsis the ova. When I look at something, I'm looking to learn to expand my soul, grow, get the channeled message. I'm not here for shits and giggles and fun. 99% of the time when I'm consuming, it's like I'm doing this as an unpaid job, like as a message. So this stuff nowadays that I've been introduced to does not have a message. So I do not relate to it. I'm a bad girly with a mission. And I'm very serious about it. And because I'm human, I might go astray. I might slip. I might fall, but I'm always straight back to the motherfucking mission in the day.
I'm always going to be talking about relationships and sexuality and spirituality and all that, because I've literally my entire adult life, have been wired that way. And I was. probably starting to get trained to do that when I was a minor in. probably more appropriate manners. and spirit. But I just been feeling like this message of unity on your sovereign path and not getting lost in the entanglement and the ties....passion....of sexuality and fleetingness of of. obsession and fixation and getting off track because of the pool of what the opposite person might do. And St true to you and like holding into that and seeing how so many women, especially because when you're on the edge, you're dealing with More intense chemicals in your body. You're dealing with more power play. You're dealing with it on a higher level than the average person. It's like I I've just been like talking about getting in the sauce and how it it leads to at least on the woman's side cause I'm a woman, then being down bad and their lives literally ruined like either physically, mentally, emotionally. Unfortunately, sometimes sexually, like that's the the gamble playing on the edge that when you fall, you fall harder than someone that's just totting the line. But because the dark goddesses are out there seeking truth on deeper depth and dark corners, they're willing to take that risk. I'm assuming, you know, you guys, I guess I'll call you dark gods. I have an awareness, but again, I just don't have a penis. I don't have that energetic masculine quality. I'm more of a panther. You guys are more like lions. Like III see it, but I just really can't tap into it. I can only observe. So I'm guessing same thing for y'all, but I can't say it from the core of my soul because that's just not what I was meant to do this time around. And a parmy hates to say stuff that isn't 100 percent confirmed. LOL. To the best of my confirmation at least, or to the best of my sourcing.
All this to say, my astrology hasn't gone to the level of looking at the transits or the. conjunctions. I know what they are. I can read when I see it on a chart, but it's not something I know how to make my own. It's
ToserveandpleaseU I mainly just want to be a "boy" in the sense that daddy guides me. My main kink has always been spanking. I don't know why. I didn't get it growing up and I also have "daddy issues". I have a lot of submissive tendencies. And I read a lot of erotica stories of younger dudes meeting up with older guys to build spanking/dad relationships. I was always wishing that boy was me and every time I would try in the real world it never seemed to be quite what I was looking for. I want a genuine friendship with a man that cares for me . basically I'm looking to be your toy in the bedroom. Teach me how you like to be serviced. Put me on your cock whenever you want. Spank me at your discretion. Whether it's because you feel like it or for a real reason. Tell me my ass belongs to you and you do what you want with of the bedroom I'm looking for more.. guidance. Do you not want me to say the word "cock"? Want me to wear specific underwear? Want me to focus on exercising a certain part of my body? I want to feel small and like I need to do what daddy says. I like being a good boy, but sometimes my many years of doing things on my own might get in the way. I'll be shy or nervous, but just put me in the place and remind me whose words I listen to
ddclop I am so lucky to belong to my wife! Last time that she invited me to have sex she handed me my favorite plug, a medium size latex spade that is very comfortable. She pulled out her lash but unfortunately she did not hit me hard with it. As always i had to lick her pussy for a while, using my finger to caress the vagina simultaneously to licking the clitoris. When she had enough i inserted my dick very gently and started the usual program, that is inserting only the cock 8 times and deeper the 9th. Repeat for a few minutes while licking her tits. She loves that , and i love to please her. I d love to be tortured during sex but that is too exciting for me and makes me cum too fast to please her well. After the cock thing, she was already ready to cum so she came on top. I always must grab her breast with my both hands and lick her tits while she rides me. I love it when she tells me "lick, doggy". Again, i must admit that it is bad to please me as i could not control my cum any further. I was already enjoying so much witnessing her pleasure and feeling that nice plug in my butt. I m so kinky... then she came to her orgasm sqeezing my tits between her fingers and i was able to cum in her pussy after that. I always have to hurry to unload before she turns me away. I love her so much. Too bad she does not take me yet a gull slave. I love her so much. Married for 5 years. Know her for 14 years. Oh darling please take me at your service. I'd love so much thst you rape me again like the time when you fucked me with that big strapon and you pissed in my mouth and shouted "swallow"! I know it will be though but i cant stop thinking about that. Rape me again, please let me show you what i am ready to do , please break me and help to improve and become how you want me.
quirkylittle4daddy a throw back...then and now...how i talk about the spiritual dominant man and the slave woman referencing brooklyn baby in 2015 vs 2024. my writing and perspective growth
a bit not complete because the two service oriented and protection images i have shared back in 2015 cannot be added here due to the wonky layout of the site.
yes i've been writing about this for quite awhile on different platforms.
i was going through my facebook where i first started writing this and trying to i don't know..gain some sort of dialogue, community, connection, recognition, semblance of back and forth over it back then and mostly stopping when i was met with silence and or resistance.
nowadays i come to understand that my writings are more for me and while i'd love to find a community or people or to turn this into something more be ok if all that happens is it lands and holds a space on the sentience that is the internet!
i wrote about my thoughts about brooklyn baby as the little girl and the daddy romantic power dynamic figure back in 2015.....somehow almost 10 years later i forgot about it..
and with my new lived spiritual, energetic, and cosmic awareness i recently wrote about it in 3-4 posts here.
i asked my lovely chat assistant to compare and contrast...how do i approach the same lana del rey song 10 years ago vs now?
what my writing style and my awareness used to be back then:
"i was initially going to keep this on my fetlife side but after a request i am putting this on here too. dual post. talking about power dynamic stuffs, nothing sexually graphic but this is the okay with everything tag anyway so..ya know that'd be cool too .my vanilla friend on facebook posted a bunch of old 1950s ads which had of course a lot of natural male lead household media since that's how things were back then without options or visbilities of choice or other ways to live.
when i came across this one it made me a mix of how cute, something i very much miss and one of those loss moments all into one.(first photo)this was the photo that stuck out the most to me. in both my real life real time offline daddy/little girl relationships this was something that i frequently did and looked forward to doing on dates or as the first one when we eventually moved in together.it was comforting to have a routine to follow. to know what to expect was going to happen. it was safe and quieting for me to know that my man was safely allowing me to serve him in a way that was going to get rewarded, acknowledged, praised, and vauled for.it always goes back to this for me(second photo). added, i just found the full quote of where the second image takes its quote from..and it just fits what all of it was/what i wanted it to be/what i was hoping to get:"“I loved having a dad who was smarter than the New York Times, and I loved how my cheek could feel the hairs on his chest through his T-shirt, and how he always smelled like shaving, even at the end of the day. Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing.”― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close"to find someone who makes me believe that they understand all of me and my crazy mentalness and the challeneges of my antisocial mom and all my brokenness and stays and commits to providing structure and care and rough brawns is just one of the biggest gifts in the world that could be given. and being able to care for them and thank them for the service and direction and guidance they provide is easy. is comforting and nice. with my first daddy parts of this translated into getting him his diet coke in the morning, picking out clothes for him, and getting his english muffin heated and buttered before he leaves for work. usually it invovled a kiss goodbye as well. i did this until he told me he no longer felt able or willing or wanting to be a daddy to me and he wanted us to be equals. after that i did it off and things just pretty much started to crumble after that...but while that was a standard for the 3 years we lived together i never felt obligated to...when i was sick he would do so. if i was late or off i would do what i could.
but i never felt obligated or had to or that it was out of my way to do so.with my last ex we never got to the point of living together. instead when i would go over to his house or i would rent hotels for us i would help him get dressed and i would usually buy him something to drink or some sort of item for breakfast. getting my daddy all set for his day was a big honor and fufilling feeling that i had. it was one of the top 5 things that felt right and complete for me.in return usually as with my first one he would help provide a chunk of the income to help take care of us and while i wanted to work full time i didn't find any full time work while we were togehter except the first few months of us being together. i would get tenderness and emotional care and consideration and gentle leading i never had. what i got in exchange just felt right.and in the further discussion of this and the ability of choice now my friend pointed out in regards to the times back then, 'wouldn't want to be frumpy' and thank goodness we don't have to be dressed up at all times.over the years i've changed and grown into being more femme with my outer apperance and playing with makeup. with my first daddy i didn't have that many clothes....but i did like dressing up for him. and with my last one of the things that just made all of my heart soar along with my little girl's heart and core was for him to take the time to commit to dressing me every day.this actually didn't work out because he started slacking and saying for me to just pick after he committed to it..one of the many signs...of course...but it went back to the safe contained space for mea safe contained space of my worthy man being able to take the time, energy, and effort to tell me how he'd like me to look like for the day.
the addition of no surprises and routine and knowing at all times i am to his pleasing. it was an intimate thing to be taken in and looked at and appreciated and fawned over for being such an addorble femme being. and one that was held and cherished and well cared for and taken like a prized possession. at least the idea that this was happening was. none of it was deameaning or a bother. i always had energy to get dressed up or to do what i can to help out. these are some of the things i miss the most and grieve over losing forever.funny how small little things bring up things like this.i'm not sure why..but this song brooklyn baby by lana del rey really fits the mood i'm expressing here. especially the vocal sound of it:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5xcnjAG8pE"
i got a really sweet comment from someone that i'll anonymous share. it was the only comment i got from it, but on facebook back then pretty shocking i would've gotten any at all with a concept that radical back then.
"J - I'm speechless. That was an incredibly powerful and beautifully written post! Truly! Thank you for sharing it here. All I can think of to say is that you are a very fine human being...and whomever you spend time with, they are LUCKY and fortunate to have found YOU. You are such a smart, beautiful and gifted soul. It's an honor to be your friend, my dear! ❤
IntenseOwners
An insight for a slave downunder to understand the sadist side of me.
I found along the way somethings very interesting.
Pain
Pleasure
Intense pain
Intense pleasure.
An hour later, while marks remain, you can not remember how either felt so it must be performed again
And again
And again.
Endorphins
The little body chemicals that respond to pain over time, and not just mask it, but make it feel pleasurable.
For example, if you ever hit your shin very hard on something, it really really hurts... but if you pay attention, your body may well begin to feel better, 'good', 'happy'.
These are those endorphins taking hold just as they do during a serious orgasm.
It is setup with very strict escape proof bondage. Whispers in the ear of the hopelessness she is in, the pain and abuse that is coming, she is softly petted before the sudden abuse envelopes her, and she will wiggle and moan and scream and plead but nothing will relent. Nothing will hold back the pain she will feel
Nothing.
And she is reminded of this verbally, which often primes her mind for the direction will will take, and since she has no control, she is told to release it all without holding anything back.
The mind begins, anticipate and then demand such as it goes along, thus you have slave screaming 'harder' and 'more' and dont stop. Do not ever stop.
It is a semi-conscious state many call subspace but it is just the effect of endorphins. The more the better as they say
Thus you have the state where the sadist feeds off the slaves love of and need for pain and she encounters pleasure in abundance that she is not allowed in any other way.
I have whipped women long and often and very hard to achieve the end result. While they are passed out I watch them to make sure they are breathing ok and such.
When they come out of it, I teach them to parade in front of me after I release them. Show off their marks, their colors, which ones hurt the most and inspired the deepest reaction. Then to kneel and forehead on my right boot to thank me and then forehead on my left boot to beg to do it again.
And I hold them for a while and let them recover more whispering how the next one will feel and how long it will last.
Then they can go about their daily slave duties with purpose.
They will fell totally secure and safe in their purpose.
Its a very nice place to be.
PapaBare New Kink Unlocked!
She told me on the phone...
You invite me in and walk me back to your bedroom. You order me to strip and to get on the bed in a doggy position. You are still clothed and slide a blindfold over my eyes. I can hear the shuffle of clothes as you disrobe and feel your weight shift on the bed behind me. Your fingers slide between my legs and can feel how wet the anticipation has made me. And then I gasp as you slide the length of your cock into my pussy, feeling your size for the first time. It has been quite a while since I was last with anyone and you are surprised by how tight I am. You grab my hips and begin fucking me from behind. You tell me that I am just a dirty cum dump and that my only job to take the fucking you feel like giving me. Your rhythm quickens and I can feel you filling me with your cum.
But you don't pull out, and I feel your hands spreading my ass cheeks apart. You feel my pussy twitch as you rub my asshole with your thumb. You tell me another part of being your dirty cum dump is to take your cock in every hole. You tell me that you are going to fuck me in the ass and that I'm going to take your load there as well. You squeeze some lube on me and begin working in your finger to prep the hole. You ask me where your cock is going and I tell you "my ass sir."
You "And why is it going into your ass?"
Me "Because I'm your cum dump and my job is to take you cock in any hole you choose." Your cock has gotten hard again inside me and your fingers have lubed up my hole. You pull your cock out and I then feel your head pressing against my asshole. You lean your weight forward and over me, whispering in my ear to relax and take it as you slowly slide your full length into me. I feel so full and the size of you initially feels impossibly large. You give me a couple second to adjust to your size before you start a slow, gentle rhythm. You feel feel my body accept your and tell me "I'm going to fuck you faster now," and I feel a spike of nervousness as I already feel pushed to my limit of intensity. You are fucking me a bit harder and tell me that I'm doing a good job taking your cock so you are going to give me an orgasm. One hand reaches below me and starts playing with my clit... palm pressing perfecrly. The other hand reaches around and finds a nipple to pinch and squeeze. Your touch sends me over the edge, forcing me to cum hard on your cock. You cum as well, my orgasm essentially milking your load from your cock. You tell me I was a good cum dump and did my job well. I love it when you praise me for being a good toy. You roll me to my side and your mouth finds my tit as you finger me again with your fingers. You have me keep the blindfold on as we cuddle for a bit. Then I clean you and get ready for bed... wanting to sleep in your arms... but also thinking, worrying? wishing? you will take me in the middle of the night.
pizzapuppiescows I met someone recently who was so different than any experience here to date. I felt seen. It's truly a scary thing, when you hide between what you put to paper and what you keep to yourself. You don't really think anyone will notice, but you sort of hope someone does, but maybe from a safe distance. He noticed. He read everything I ever wrote here, told me his thoughts and speculations, shared some of his writing. He got goofy with me. It was just about the best everything someone could do in my book. He shared vulnerabilities with me, too. I felt valued. I felt comfortable. It made me want to be brave, at least a little. But things can change quickly. I don't know if he took it for more than it was or if something else happened, but he's gone. Maybe I said the wrong thing. Maybe he was moody. Whatever it was, we were not in sync that day. Part of me feels like one not-so-great conversation shouldn't outweigh the rest, especially in the beginning. The other part remembers that what is meant to be will always find me. He was pretty wonderful. Maybe he will find me again, and maybe we will hold patience for each other enough to find out. Maybe someone else is waiting around the proverbial corner. There is never a shortage of men. But good men, those are harder to come by. I needed some time after the liar. I think I'm ready again.
edc4656 It has been a long day, of chores, serving and some punishments finally I am at my official last task . My last task is to wait on master, kneeling by his bedside until he finally sleeping soundly before I can retreat to the quarter.
A slave can only sleep after the master's sleep and must rise up earlier than the master to wait on him.
Finally, when the master is sound asleep, I did the routine bow (careful with every actions because I am always watched by the CCTV) before retreating to the quarter right beside the master's bedroom.
Master has partitioned a small room barely the size of 3m by 1m right beside his room as a slave quarter. The furnishing only comprise of a bed, few hangers for the uniforms, and a small side table. It does not have any window (afterall slaves don't deserves such), and is ventilated by a 2 small ventilation fans on the wall. The lighting is only a few light bulbs which is create alot of heat when it is switched on. My bed is actually a thin mattress lining in it, with a hard elevated pillow. Master designed the bed this way as a reminder to of my lowly status.
Once in the quarter, though my official duties are finished, I am still required to perform my basic slave admin duties before turning in. I have a strict routine to follow, failure which will add to my huge pool of punishment debt which I have already owed master.
Sidetrack: Soiling of uniform is an extremely grave crime. Despite, slave is not allowed to clean the uniform until the end of the work day, which is after the master sleeps.
Changing uniforms
Once in the quarters, I am is allowed to change to the regular uniform.
I swiftly, yet with demurely unbotton and remove the blazer, next the inner vest, and finally the bow tie and the blouse... And most notably, out of the heels.
Finally feel some breathing air the moment I undressed out of the formal uniform- it was so tight and restrictive, and always sweating under the many layers. And finally freed ever painful super high heels.
Image of the undressing process:
MistressMaguire advice in seeking a partner
First narrow your search to the kinky community.Dont befriend or date vanilla women.You are wasting your time and theirs.Focus on knowing your self.So many people say they are this or that and seek this or that but when confronted with the reality, change their mind or back away.This makes them look like a game playing phony.Dont go around telling women what you want and what you want from them.Use the Internet to network with face to face local kink community.Attend every function possible.Be your self.Be the person you want people to see.Only when asked, say honestly what you are seeking.Try to make friends with everyone.Not just Dominants.Being friends with an established couple opens more doors than anything else.Dont ask any Dominants to do you, or train you or use you.Dont ask if they know anyone who will do any of the above.Just be you and say you are available. Period.When you become a known and recognized member of your local community anyone interested will come to you.Offer non sexual service if ever the opportunity comes up.Foot rub back rub, maid service etc.Start small. Earn trust.Never lie.Never break a date or be late.Often people test other people with precision details.Like do something or call at a precise moment.If you cant be trusted to follow that instruction, you wont be trusted to follow any other instructions.Be clean.Be polite.Never answer back.If you dont like whats happening excuse your self from the situation without saying anything negative. TulipGrace I find all these profiles wanting subs for training interesting. Do Dom’s get on here thinking all women are new to the lifestyle when they join a site like this? They go from a totally vanilla world and think, hey, I am going to do something crazy today, despite never having had a fantasy or desire, or want, I am a blank slate and door mat, I am going to join this site and seek someone to train me to fulfill all of their desires since I have absolutely none of my own… Because let me tell you, that is totally what I was thinking the first time I joined this site, totally… Facepalm. Do you really think you can train someone to just service your desires? Are people really that narcissistic? All humans have desires and I don’t care if a relationship is D/s M/s or whatever, there are still two people in it and they are both wanting something from it… There is no training, there is learning about each other, and growing together, or ending bitterly…
Anjunajune Master's WritingsFoundations: The Ethics of SadismThe ethics surrounding sadomasochistic play are perhaps among the most important in all of the BDSM community. I constantly see posts from masochists searching for a "Real Sadist", someone who knows what they are doing and they can trust. And why shouldn’t they, in this realm, we are often talking about genuine pain and the potential for real harm. Yet I continue to see those who call themself by the title, who operate without a code and believe that sadism is nothing more than a license to hurt another person. Thus, the need for a code and identify the ethics behind the title.Up-front, any attempt to identify ethics must include basic standards such as:
Both parties being of minimum legal age
Both parties being competent to legally consent
All physical and mental health considerations of both parties have been made known
The nature, depth and limits on the activities have been previously agreed to by both parties
Consent of the bottom has been given to the activities discussed without any form of duress, coercion, manipulation or barter
and finally, that safewords or some form of safeguard communication is in place that stop or pause play as necessary
Beyond the basics, however, I believe that the ethics of sadism must go beyond that. It must include a dedication to perfecting one's skills and knowledge of the craft long before you ever raise a cane, a commitment to know your bottom to a depth beyond normal play so that you possess a clear understanding of what they want and why they want it and an absolute mandate that the Sadist never brings their outside emotions, such as anger or stress, into a scene (if you are made at the world, no bottom should pay for that). Additionally, it must also include a dedication to maintain a constant awareness of a bottom's capacities throughout any scene.But the real point of the ethics of Sadism lies in the commitment to maintaining all of these beliefs and values during the heart of a scene. It is easy to be ethical before a scene begins, but as the tempo rises, as the pain threshold lies within reach, being ethically strong enough to not get carried away in the thrill and glory of the moment is an ever present challenge. It is there, in that moment when a Sadist must lean into their ethics and remember their responsibility for a bottom's safety, the commitments you made about the scope play, and the dedication to not get sloppy with either technique or intention. In the heat of the moment, you walk the fine line between pleasure and pain, ecstasy and injury, but responsibility requires a strong ethical core to keep your bottom safe and deliver wisely on the gift of the experience you deliver.For me it is the connection I make during play, either physical, as in touch, or verbal, as in checkups, communication and listening. Connection helps remind me my bottom is a person. A person who has placed their body and experiences in my hands. It humbles me and reminds me that without ethics, I am no better than a monster with a whip. It is the ethics of Sadism that keeps me human and allows me to call myself a sadist with a clear conscience.
MistressNikkiVixen Domme, Mistress, and Goddesses do we have a monthly meeting in the space because the insubordinates, sissies, uninslaved, and footstools are running a muck in my DM's
Meeting Agenda
1. Who the hell taught them to just start speaking to us with out asking for permission to speak? You bet the fuck not even think about it. It's an instant ignore. 2. Who is allowing them to start telling us about what they want with their needy asses? Am I a therapist?
3. Whats up with the population of couch surfers asking to live with meSo does this mean they think im a job?
4. So we don't actually train them. We just pretend to train them, get them edging and then what?
Ill be the secretary
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princesstomboy Something must be wrong with me
I have wandered out amongst the wolves lately... I kinda knew what would happen but like everyone, I hoped for different... I hoped to find that hidden jewel standing in the shadows like I typically do, alas fools gold emerged...
In my submission the power dynamic is very important, ( I do voice this upon meeting) I think it’s taken with a grain of salt but I communicate and try to warn of my insecure Self Protective Dominant Nature... I scream that I live my vanilla life in Top Space, I live there everyday, I have responsibilities there, deadlines, decisions, must do’s and I hold myself accountable to be all things and do all things... I can be quite aggressive in this world ( I’ve learned to live in ). I’m not sure these days if I’m actually conveying this or if it’s in my head .... Like a movie that plays in the background while you are thinking or doing something else.
You say your a Dominant / Master or even Top... I say I’m looking for a part time arrangement because I’m married in an open relationship... He is not a Dominant / Master however he is my Alpha. I am given free license to fulfill my cravings as long as it doesn’t interfere with my marriage... ( I will admit pretty cool and I’m thankful) I love my Husband and I do serve him too ... not sure he understands it all the time but if it wasn’t for my submission to him, I would have ran a long time ago... He holds very strong with me and he does remind me of who is in charge...
I then advise of my personality and my need to relinquish control but that a foundation must be built with me due to needing to trust you. I advise you about my role in my everyday life... Yes there is a lot about me ( sorry I’m so complicated) Then we start to get to know one another ... You agree this can be accomplished ... (Maybe in wishful thinking, we all have periods of that) you read my journals I’m open and honest with you. I speak of my short comings honestly I understand I’m a lot to take on ... I try to be as good as possible until you start to ask me questions or speak about techniques you don’t understand .... I try to explain. What I know ... I find out you have done no research in the lifestyle and have not reached out to anyone / or attended anything. The Power Dynamic shifts due to your lack of knowledge and I become the teacher .... Things then fall apart for me, I try to rationalize you are human and give you allowances for that .... but no I have periods of top space that go unchecked ... things crumble
This is my journey ... this is why I walk away ... This is why you might see me out and then I disappear... I love this lifestyle but I will say it is the hardest thing to understand in my life... Each time this happens it takes a lot of me, leaving me empty, sad and like something is wrong with me ....
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Aug 15, 2018 MsTxStorm Not sure what it is with Sundays but jeez lol
A lot of you shoot yourself in the foot on the first email. You know what they say about first impressions. lol
Just cause you send me a message does NOT make you under consideration. I have people contacting me for different reasons so I don't assume why people are contacting me, thus is one reason I put that in my profile on what to send me if you are wanting consideration. Also, just because you want consideration doesn't mean I'm interested
If you can not approach me with a "hello" before you start rattling off what YOU want, then we are not a match
On that note if you approach me rattling off what YOU want and how I might be "good enough" for you we are not a match
If you can't follow the instructions within my profie, then we are not a match
If you don't realize that "I" get to choose who I pick and it's not all about what you want, then we are not a match
If you think the dominants on here and are all the same and only here to serve you like we are some prostitutes that take clients, then we are not a match
If you don't agree with what I am looking for and the way I want to achieve it, that's fine, no hard feelings move on the the next profile. But don't waste your time or mine trying to manipulate me into your perfect, whatever
Have a good Sunday
TeaMenthe What She Is Looking For
I am not looking for a fantasy. I am looking for a life, and I expect that life to be beautiful.
The distinction matters because fantasies are performed and lives are lived, and I have no interest in someone who shows up for the aesthetic and disappears when the reality of sustained devotion asks something difficult of them. Total Power Exchange is not a weekend arrangement or a mood that gets activated under the right conditions. It is the architecture of a shared existence, built deliberately, maintained consistently, and governed entirely by my authority. If that sentence produces hesitation in you, this is not your door to knock on.
What I want is a man who presents to the world as my equal, polished and capable and the kind of presence that commands a room, who comes home and exhales completely into my ownership of him. The contrast is not incidental. It is the point. I am drawn to the specific magic of a man who holds genuine power in the world and chooses, with full understanding of what he is surrendering, to place it entirely at my feet. Submission means nothing from someone who had nothing to give. I want the full weight of what you are, handed over without reservation.
I require intelligence. Not credentials, though I respect those. The living kind: curiosity, attentiveness, the capacity to learn me with the focused dedication of someone who has decided I am worth studying completely. I want to be known the way Keats knew beauty, as a truth so self-evident it requires no argument, only devotion, only the willingness to stand before it and be completely undone. I will know immediately whether you have paid that quality of attention. I always know.
I am a dominant woman in the fullest sense: not a role I perform but a nature I inhabit. I move through the world with the ease of someone who has never needed permission to take up space, and I expect my home to reflect that, my dynamic to reflect that, my partner to reflect that back to me in the quality of his service and the depth of his surrender. The house runs on my standards. I have the Binder, and there is ceremony in you holding it, learning it, and cherishing the standard I have created through my writing. My comfort is the first consideration in every room. There is good linen and good light and the specific luxury of a life curated entirely to my taste, and you will maintain it to that standard because anything less is not a home I recognize. My pleasure is the organizing principle of our shared life, not as imposition but as the natural order of a structure we have both chosen and built together.
I want your obsession. Earned, total, focused entirely on me. I think of E.E. Cummings carrying his heart in his hands, given over completely, and I want that, the real version of it, the version that costs something. I want to be the thing your thoughts return to without deciding to, the standard against which you measure every choice, the presence that lives in you so completely that pleasing me stops feeling like a task and starts feeling like breathing. I will wring that out of you, patiently and completely, until there is no daylight left between what you want and what I require.
I mark what is mine. Permanently, intentionally, with the quiet pride of a woman who builds things to last. I do not share. I do not negotiate my authority. I do not soften my expectations to make them more comfortable to receive. The contract I offer is real, the terms are mine, and I hold to them with the same precision I expect from you.
Emily Dickinson wrote that she dwelt in possibility, a fairer house than prose. That is the quality of interior life I bring to everything, including this, including you, and I expect to be met there by someone whose imagination is equal to mine, whose capacity for devotion is as expansive as what I am offering in return.
And what I offer is not small. My world is one of ease and intention, of travel and good rooms and the particular luxury of a life built by a woman who knows exactly what she wants and has never once settled. I will take you to Greece and Japan and every beautiful place I have decided I deserve, and you will move through those places slightly behind me, handling everything that needs handling, leaving me free to inhabit the world at full scale. You will carry my bags, you will shine my boots, you will lay out my clothing and wonder at the softness of my lingerie, you will rub oil upon my skin and marvel aat the way I soak up the golden light at the end of a day we spent together. In return you will live inside the most extraordinary thing available to a man like you: my full, genuine, sustained attention, chosen with my eyes open, given to someone I have decided is worth knowing completely.
My care, when you have earned it, is not small. My world, once I allow you into it fully, is a place that will ruin you for anything less.
I know precisely what I am offering.
The question is whether you are worth offering it to, and worth being molded in my carefully crafted image.
MorghanXX So yes, I am looking, but slowly. My needs have not changed so terribly much, but they are non-negotiable.
Be familiar with polyamory, and comfortable with a poly dynamic
Be service oriented. My life is full to overflowing with responsibilities, I need someone who is driven to reduce my burdens
Be intillectually stimulating - politics, science, culture, history, psychology etc. Engage the brain.
Be Pet friendly - I have two big dogs, live in the country, keep chickens etc. If you're a city only person, no dice.
Be a foodie or nearly so - it is one of the great creature comforts of life to explore and enjoy food
Be not conservative. This wing of politics in the US has been subsumed into an authoritarian, fascism based mob trying to dictate our lives.
Be pro-LGBTQ. Trans folks in the US are under attack. I am rabidly pro-civil rights for Trans folks. Be good with that, or be gone.
Be politically engaged. If you don't vote, don't know whats happening, you're abdicating your responsibility.
Be reasonably put together - you must have a license, a car, a job, and some degree of education.
Be articulate. If you send a one liner, I may just delete and block. It depends on my mood.
Be aware of perimenopause and what that does to women. Its no small thing.
Why do I have to put these things in bullet points? I guess I've just seen too much garbage in my day, and right now, I'm tired. I am here to find what works for me, not to accommodate other people's interests or wants.
sextoy1970 Looks like they have reopened the option to add a journal note.
So just a quick update. I have not had much luck on this site. Most everyone is either not in my area and has no intention to come to my location (unless I pay for it which not gonna happen), the person is a fake or scammer, someone who gets their rocks off by getting you to answer questions and jump through hoops just to find out that was all they were doing, the person is too childish to say I don't think you are what I am looking for so they ghost and block you, or in a lot of local cases you don't even get a response
That and the massive number of profiles that have not been active on over 10 years. I get a similar response experience from Fet but at least there I have actually had a few conversations and met some cool people though that is few and far between.
So with that said, my fet info is listed in my profile. I will be logging off of here for now and can be reached there
Bombo10 October 2024: Residing in AZ Tempe area
Wow, two years off this site. Still hasn’t had any upgrades haha.
Quick updates. Health is healthy. All testing up to date as of Oct. 11th 2024. Negative and clean bill of health.
Life updates:
I worked as a caregiver and in hospice and they have all passed on. Did their funerals as well, no family.
No longer wish to continue health care. Got into the Trades. Got an offer out in AZ and leaving CA in a month or two. Good 2nd career path and I’m happy to be in a new state with a good feeling of newness. I can’t wait for my first Monsoon and AZ heatwave.
Paid off every debt and loan I owed. Paid my new car out in full. Have a good start thanks to savings.
ceesub Face to face - A work of fiction. (by me)
The door bell chimed, he took one step back composed himself and took three deep breaths. The Square of frosted glass lit orange and he heard footsteps approaching. He swallowed.
They had met online some couple of months previous and instantly liked each other . He appealed to her sensually dominant side, she wanted to respect and enjoy the men in her life . She also wanted to pull them closer, to wrap them around her little finger.
She appealed to his submissive. The little boy inside who craved that guidance. The worshipful serf in need of his Queen.
They both wanted to fall in love.
One final breath and the door was open. The masculine and feminine greetings crossed through the silence between the two and they embraced there on the front step almost immediately. It was warm and familiar to both and both felt a charge.
He felt like he was drinking her in. The scent from her hair, her neck, her clothes all combined and rushed to his stomach. She knew that he meant this embrace, she felt his passion and new that she had him, if she wanted him. She broke off first and pecked him on the cheek.
Very lovely to finally meet you, you smell very nice. Come in and shut the door behind you.
Yes Ma'am
He responded. They had agreed on this title some time back but saying it out loud now made it real. She liked the sound of it from him. He liked saying it to her.
You brought wine I see, thank you, go through to the left and take a seat and I'll bring us some glasses. Make yourself comfortable.
He watched her turn and leave and she felt him watching and it felt right to both.
They sat and they talked like old friends catching up yet one friend had developed a crush on the other and the other knew it. She found him charming and charismatic. He had a shine and a passion that she liked. He found her alluring and intriguing. She had a presence and grace that he loved.
Should I open another bottle do you think?
Entirely up to you Ma'am. I am enjoying myself but it is getting late
He looked at the clock, the time had gone sweetly by for both.
Nonsense. I want another. Go to the kitchen for me, there's a bottle on the table. Pour us a couple of fresh glasses and relax,there's just something I need to do in my office, I'll be 10 minutes or so
Yes Ma'am
He waited and gathered his tipsy thoughts. He was glad of this time to tether his excitement a little. Don't blow it, he told himself.
This block of time was the longest for him by a long way this night. She returned and broke the wicked spell, walked over to wear he was sat, handed him a sheet of paper still slightly warm from the printer, took her glass of wine and walked away.
I'll be upstairs
She said just before she left the room.
He pulled his eyes from the empty space that she left and looked at the document in his hand.
Here is how I want it to be.
It read
I want you to be exclusive and loyal to me and not me to you. I might be but I don't have to be. If you agree sign your name here ->
He took the pen from his shirt pocket instinctively and clicked it open. He paused and read on.
Until I decide otherwise every other time we meet will be a vanilla date with no sex. I want a friend as well as a submissive. Sign here ->
His face was red from the wine and the heat of what he was reading. Is this real? His thoughts were escaping him.
You hand over control of your orgasms for me off the bat. This is none negotiable. Sign here ->
He felt the acute energy in his groin and in his belly. He could hear his heart in his head.
You are in competition with two other potentials. I may keep you all or none of you. You need to impress me. Sign here ->
A game, it's just a game, he told himself
Your safeword is TORONTO. Sign here ->
He smiled widely at this and felt a certain lightness come over him. He had told her that this was one of his favourite places he had lived previously, that he always thought about that city and what it gave him whenever he doubted himself or felt too blue. It was a gentle thing for her to use that, he thought. A true gesture of sorts.
If you sign all of the above then we can proceed. If you sign all of the above, remove your clothes, roll up this letter and crawl up the stairs with it in your mouth. You will see only one door open, crawl to it and ask for permission to enter. If you don't sign all of the above then sleep on the couch until the morning and we will talk about it.
He read it all through again and then again and then he signed and then he took off his clothes.
She lay and drank her wine and watched the doorway from her bed.
Permission to enter Ma'am. Yes come in.
The masculine and feminine mixing and twisting this time.
Close the door behind you and crawl to my side here. Let me see what that is in your mouth.
He turned on all fours to close the door. She watched him. He felt her watch him. She knew. He knew.
The End.
GoldenMyr
Under your feet-- On top of the world In my place I never get bored
With a delicate touch, your tension I ease To pamper and please from heels to knees
Gracefully you let me kneel in prayer As you sit before me with dignified airs
Commanding respect, admiration; no flaw In humble submission I follow in awe
The final touch in quiet repose A purple coat on each royal toe
TeaMenthe Everything He Has, Until There Is Only Me
There is a particular music to it that I do not think you can understand until you have heard it in a room that belongs to you, with someone who has given you permission to play.
The crack of a whip is not violence. It is punctuation. It is the sound of a sentence ending exactly where you intended it to end, clean and final and ringing in the air long after the moment has passed. It lands and the room holds its breath and in that held breath is everything: the authority that swung it, the surrender that received it, the particular electricity that lives in the space between the two. I feel it in my wrist first, then in my chest, then in the slow, satisfied warmth that moves through me when something has gone exactly as I intended. The skin that receives it blooms and I watch that blooming the way an artist watches a canvas accept color. With attention. With pleasure. With the specific pride of someone who knows their medium.
The paddle is a different thing entirely. Where the whip sings, the paddle speaks in a lower register, a hard and resonant thud that you feel in your bones before your skin has finished deciding what happened. There is no elegance to it and that is precisely the point. It is blunt and declarative and it leaves no room for ambiguity. You know what it means when it lands. You knew what it meant before it landed. The sound of it fills a room completely, the way a bell fills a room, and the echo of it lives in the body for hours afterward, a reminder that resurfaces every time you shift your weight, every time you sit, every time your body moves against itself and finds me there, already waiting.
The cane is my favorite. I will not pretend otherwise.
There is a patience to the cane that suits me. The way you must take your time with it, must place it with intention, must understand that it is not a blunt instrument but a precise one. The marks it leaves are not accidents. They are calligraphy. Long and deliberate and raised against the skin like script, like something written, like the physical evidence of a conversation that only two people in the world were present for. I trace them afterward sometimes, these lines I have drawn on a body that belongs to me, and feel the same quiet satisfaction that I imagine a sculptor feels running a hand over finished stone. I made this. This is mine. You will carry this for days.
And my own skin, where the energy moves through me like current, where the act of wielding produces its own particular heat, a tingling that lives in the palms and travels, that settles somewhere behind the sternum and glows. I glow. There is no more honest word for it. Something in me lights from the inside when I am in full possession of my own authority and someone is receiving it with everything they have.
Neruda wrote that he wanted to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees, and I have always understood this not as tenderness alone but as inevitability, as the specific hunger of something that transforms whatever it touches simply by being what it is. That is what I want from you. Not your performance of devotion. Your actual transformation. I want to be the thing that happens to you, the season that changes the look of everything, so that you cannot see your own hands without thinking of what they are for, cannot move through a room without feeling the architecture of my expectations around you like a second skin.
I want to wring you dry.
Not cruelly. Completely. I want every thought that crosses your mind to carry my fingerprints on it, want you so thoroughly oriented toward me that pleasing me stops being a task and becomes simply the direction your nature moves, the way water moves downhill without deciding to. I want your first thought in the morning to be what She needs today and your last thought at night to be whether you gave it well enough. I want the obsession to be so total that it clarifies rather than confuses you, the way a religion clarifies the faithful, the way a vocation clarifies an artist who has finally stopped pretending they could have been anything else.
Bring me what delights me. You know what it is because you have paid attention, because attention to me is the one thing I require above all others and you have either given it or you have not. By now we both know which. The particular tea, the correct temperature, in the cup that fits my hand the way I like. The flowers I mentioned once three months ago that I did not think anyone was listening to. The way a room should be before I enter it, the light and the temperature and the specific quiet that tells me someone has thought about me before I arrived. The knowledge, brought to me unprompted, of something I would want to know. The book left on my nightstand, the right one, chosen not from a list I gave you but from everything you have learned about the country inside my mind.
Shower me in it until I glow.
Charlotte Bronte understood this, I think, better than she is given credit for. Rochester did not love Jane Eyre the way men in novels usually love women, as a soft and worshipful thing, a pedestaling. He loved her with his whole difficult complicated weight, loved her as his equal and his better and his necessity, and she received it not with flutter but with the straight-backed dignity of a woman who has always known her own worth and was simply waiting for someone else to catch up. That is the love I recognize. Not the love that flatters but the love that sees, that is almost furious in its recognition, that cannot look away because looking away would require pretending the world is smaller than it is.
Neruda again: I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. Yes. And also: I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. The wanting in Neruda is never polite. It is consuming and precise and it names its object with the specificity of someone who has studied what they love until they know it better than it knows itself. That is the quality of devotion I am describing. Not the vague warmth of general affection. The focused, detailed, almost scholarly hunger of someone who has made another person their life's primary text.
Learn me that well. Want me that specifically. Bring it to me not in grand declarations but in the ten thousand small and correct details that prove you have been paying attention every single day, that prove my preferences live in you the way music lives in a musician, available instantly, expressed naturally, impossible to separate from who you have become.
And when I glow, and I will glow, when something in me settles into that incandescent satisfaction of being known and tended and
MsAbyssia !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
Andski1961 Hotel from a sluts POV
We check into the hotel and as we are standing at the desk you brush your arm 'accidentally' across my nipples which are swollen and tied sticking out under my top being constantly rubbed and I'm trying to hide them as I know they are really visible. The reception definitely can't see my swollen tied clit or the sink plugs in my arse and cunt that are stretching my holes right in front of her but she can see in my face that I am slightly flushed and breathing a bit heavily. I wish she would type faster!
Finally we have our key. You tell me to walk ahead of you to the lift, I know this is so you can watch me on my heels in my tight skirt trying not to walk like a Slut full of cock.
We are in the lift alone and you take advantage of the time to rub over your handy work on my tits and cunt making me shake and cry out. And Cum inside myself. Unable to release it because of the plug. You smile at me and laugh at how ruined i am tonight. Already begging for you to fuck me.
In the room i stand in front of you with my hands on my head and my legs apart and wait for my master to tell me what to do next. You stroke over my body and sharply pull my nipples, bringing me round from my drift and then sit me down firmly on a chair in the corner and opening up a bottle of champagne that is on the desk. I am wriggling in the chair, trying not to moan out loud with the anticipation and my holes open.
You pour us a glass and turn around and sit on the sofa opposite and tell me to crawl over to you. I slowly crawl across the room my nipples rubbing on my shirt my clit rubbing when I move my legs because it is so swollen. I get to you and you tell me to kneel...
You lift me into your lap by my nipples making me get tears in my eyes and roughly hold me by the neck sideways on your knee...
With your free hand you pass my drink and tell me to drink it I am thirsty from breathing hard and knock it back. You put the glass down and spread my legs and tap on the plugs in my holes staring into me while I beg you to open me up and touch me inside....
You pull the sink plug out of my cunt tube leaving it held open and poke up inside me so I can feel the tip of your fingers deep in me but nothing where the tube sits making me really aware that I am gaped....
I can hear myself begging... Please Master, fill me up with your fist and cock I need it so much. .... then I feel a bit of a lurch and sway into you, I can still hear myself begging and moaning but everything is getting a bit weird and I realise, as I pass out that you are telling me that when I wake up I will get what a Slut deserves......
I don't know how long I am asleep.
I come to hog tied.
It is dark so I am blindfolded
I can't hear anything except my own heart and inner voice.
My mouth is now plugged like the other holes.
I wonder how this going to go!
Cagedluv Getting to know someone !
Funny how getting to know someone can be a real task. I mean you don’t have any idea of the person on the other end. Now if they have a bio you may know a little about them but omg that is just a tip of who they are or what they want and desire.
What I am finding is everyone is afraid to open up and say what they want or who they are out of fear you won’t understand or you will judge them. This is for good reason to. How many times has someone said I like it when you pee on me only to hear that’s gross.
No one wants to hear their kink is gross and there are all kinds of kink out there from daddy daughter to playing like a puppy or dressing like a pony and pulling a carriage. Some enjoy being strung up and whipped like a slave from the old times some like being cut.
All in all there are thousands of kinks and no one should be shamed for what yours is and you should not be ashamed to share it with those who will help you in your journey, now that the kink is out of the way comes the really hard part.
How do you open up about the everyday you. The one who works and lives or has kids or is married and open. The one who is not happy and just wants to have someone care about them again. How do you talk about that to a stranger do they are not a stranger anymore.
You have to take chances. You have to just hope and take a leap of faith. Will you get hurt sometimes yes you will but without hurt and pain there can be no pleasure and happiness. So with that I ask how do you get to know a person ?
This is from my fet page and I would ask do you think I am a gentleman or a sex fiend. After all both sights are about sex BDSM to be exact. Not talking about sex would imply you are vanilla and don’t belong here. So with that said enjoy getting to know someone.
angeldmort "So into you" or why ification is not as flattering as some guys think it is
A post from my group- from Jan 2022
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The subject today will be centered around ification, and how lack of the right actions is getting in the way of what you want.
Recently my day was spent prepping for Mom spending the night, which mostly meant me continuing to organize, clean and just generally improving the space in my sewing room, (the only real spare room) which has a futon, and most importantly, DOORS, so she can have privacy and quiet from my cats.
Now, being ADD, I work better with music and company, so I put music on that she and I can both enjoy- a Pandora station based on the Doobie Brothers I started just for her.
And being who I am, I tend to listen to lyrics, and then often find myself analyzing them.
Usually, I'm specifically analyzing the relationship failings described in them.
It doesn't always stop me enjoying the music, but sometimes I recognize the stalkery mindsets that filled our airwaves when I was young and impressionable. As were the guys who were listening. It's not surprising that we all grew up thinking these kinds of unhealthy behaviors and expectations were normal, and even romantic.
Songs like Boston's "Let me take you home tonight," where a guy is explaining to a woman he's never actually met before that he's basically been stalking her and built a strong fantasy and expectations about who she is, and now he feels that she should absolutely feel both flattered, and obligated to have sex with him.
"You must understand this, I've watched you for so long, that I feel I've known you, I know it can't be wrong," and goes on to say
"I'm dreamin of your sweet love tonight, let me take you home tonight."
So… he's been watching her for a long time without talking to her, decided who she was without ever having a single conversation, and, of course, imagining sex with her. A lot. And he tells her so, over and over and over. Let me do this thing I want. Let me do this thing I want. Let me do this thing because I want it.
Because that's always what is really going on there. Always the focus and end focus.
Nah... that's not creepy AT ALL. Geesh.
Today, it was "So Into You" by Atlanta Rhythm Section.
Different band, different song, same thought process - I saw you, I was attracted, I've decided who you must be, and I can't think about anything except sex with you - only this time, they seem to want to make it her fault.
Now, at first, what struck me was "could not catch your eyes" and "stand here helplessly hoping you get into me."
Which just makes me ask 'What did he actually try?' I end up envisioning Toothless in How to Train Your Dragon 2, dancing around like a lunatic and freaking out the of his affections. Let's hope it wasn't like that.
But honestly, it sounds like he really didn't try much. He admits that he's 'standing helplessly' rather than walking across the room and saying hello.
Which sounds a lot like complaints I've heard from guys before. "I don't know how to talk to women" and that's where it ends, rather than trying to solve that. I mean, there are classes, there are workshops, there is therapy, etc.
There are options. Why would someone not even try to fix the thing that keeps them from finding companionship if they are stating that they want it?
Passive is not a good look.
Or as has been said "faint heart ne'er won fair lady."
Unfortunately, the closer we look at the lyrics, the creepier it gets.
All this woman did was walk into a room. Suddenly, he's obsessed. He "can't think of nothing else." He says "Love the things you do" when so far, all she's done so far was exist in the same room. She's "driving him crazy," "thinking about how it's going to be" and he's "Gonna love her all over, over and over."
So he's not really thinking about getting to KNOW her. He's focused on this fantasy he has of who she is, and what he wants to do to her.
She's a beautiful woman.
But somehow, she's not really a person.
I mean, he's impressed by her, and he wants something from her. But not enough to make the effort to interact with her as human being.
So he's "helpless" and "driven crazy" and "captured" but is just standing around "hoping."
Worst part is that I really do like the song. Musically, and I like his voice, and the moody, kinda slow jazz feel to it.
Shame about the message.
I do get it - sometimes you see someone who just looks so cool it's hard to figure out how to approach so that they will be as impressed by you as you are by them. I was told that I'm intimidating... decades before I knew that Dominant was a thing. And the problem isn't that he thinks she's beautiful with "voodoo in the vibe."
It's that he's turning that into something SHE's doing - "driving him crazy," and turning his insecurity into "helpless."
And the entire thing is portrayed as flattering, and romantic, and a compliment to her.
Because isn't that what women are supposed to want? For men to desire them? For her beauty to give her power somehow? For her appearance to add to her value to men?
Because "The Male Gaze" is always supposed to be a woman's focus. And what a man feels when gazing is her responsibility. And anything a man might do because of that feeling when gazing at her is her fault.
(cont)
LondonTriangle This is not a kink message but a human, normal message.
Majority of us who put work first and mental health last, I appreciate now being told off and told you need to look after yourself or your can't look after others.
I can literally feel the headache like someone is poking their fingers into my brain for fun.
It is raining in London and I am taking a couple of days off but the rain is doing me some good, telling me slow down, rest, grill some sausages, pour some wine, enjoy your plants that are thriving, read a book and slow down.
Forget wear and tear or getting older (in my 30s so not that bothered) but I can feel the life effort reaching overload.
I love helping others but might be time to consider a sabbatical.
VTFemaleEunuch I'm noticing I need to spell this out since my profile likes isn't obvious enough. I have very little interest in sex. In fact, I connect better with people who enjoy keeping someone in long-term chastity or orgasm denial than someone who wants their partner(s) to have orgasms.
I am on the Ace Spectrum - I may experience sexual attraction, and I may even get turned on by certain conversations or ideas. but this is more of an exception rather than a regular occurring event. I most likely don't want to have sex with you or be made to orgasm by you. I don't need to be fixed or trained either.
I'm quite okay with my inability to get turned on and as a good friend explains asexuality - I am more likely going to get more excited over a bowl of freshly popped popcorn than the idea of having sex.
However, if you are someone who truly, and I mean TRULY, is interested in orgasm denial and chastity please feel free to reach out to me. Eventually, with enough teasing, and edging, with someone who knows how I get turned on, I turn into a puddle of pathetic beggingness for an orgasm and THAT is hot to me.
sommisandry 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.
dungeonkept It's become very clear that the main peeve the Dommes have about men not reading profiles is also true of them! So let me make this clear. Even Ray Charles can see that the items listed in the "Kinks" List is NOT the things I love and expect. They are things I TOLERATED for my previous Domme and they are what she wanted. Being the good sub I acquiesced. (even if I was secured very tight for the hardest of them!).
One more "rant"- I may be submissive, so if you think I'm going to take being berated and chastised in the first of email exchanges, you can kiss my ass. If you want a relationship to begin, I'm going to get the same respect you may damand or it's not going to work. Move on.
CarpeEros While I've got an idea or two, anyone care to suggest the meaning of " G-spot Service" in preferences? First I read a Journal by a (sub,iirc)woman expressing her frustration that CollarSpace literally removed two of her old prefs (one preferrence, one anti-pref) and replaced them with two new phrases, one of which was G-spot...(can't recall the other).
Now randomly found a profile listing it in dislikes.
My own theory ;) is that: "G-spot service" refers to Machine Learning, or an AI, which finds a spare Spot at the parking *Garage*, finds that Garage-spot for you automatically, and automatically parks your car.
Thus those who think it has to do with the female anatomy, and that P-Spot service for the male prostate is the analog, are WRONG..."P-Spot service" means the same thing, only phrased differently: The AI finds you a "P" or "Parking" spot.
If you haven't figured out this is very dry humor, yes, I *am* kidding!
On a serious note though -- surely vanilla wives, neither submissive nor dominant, massage their male partner's prostate sometimes, so surely G-spot "service" should be BDSM-neutral too.
Heck just plain old fashioned cunnilingus can be used by a male Dom on a female sub (while rare, I've even seen a couple Domme profiles on how she uses blowjobs to control/make male sub beg etc) but is some more narrow view intending "G spot service" in people's prefs to mean only subs to Dommes? The term "service" would appear to suggest that.
Needless to say, CS just changing words on all profiles is not nice. That's after a while ago, changing all "bi" to "pan" (I've heard of the term but still found it funny seeing it overnight be so so common; I don't even drink, but ended up laughing pretty hard, imaging it means, "I'm into drinking Pan galactic gargle blaster drinks" -- Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference, btw)
In CS's defense, they might be short on funds/hours, and it's true that software change can be hard, if one wants to add an option, instead of renaming an existing one. Still, I hope they are more careful in the future. Heck even give us a Poll and if you're worries we'll go all Torches and Pitchforks on you, CS, make it so we can't see the results but you'll at least get the "pulse" of CS users on which ways to tweak software we're for/against/neutral.
OTOH, most of the universe is cold, cold, empty space and with current technology, can't support human life, so we're still pretty lucky to be alive on this small but beautifully inhabitable planet..
Let's try not to F it up, or at least let's slow down how rapidly we F it up though, ok?
TradBrandi31 Co-Top
Co-topping is when two tops are sharing control in a BDSM scene. A typical BDSM scene has a top and a bottom, with the top in control and/or giving sensation and the bottom giving up control and/or receiving sensation.
In a co-top scenario, two tops are sharing the control in a negotiated way.
More About Co-TopThere are many different situations in which two tops may choose to work together. There are coordinated forms of play, such as two people wielding whips at one recipient. Their are collaborative forms of play where one top may be taking more of an assistant role.
Co-topping can be a way to mentor a new top so they can practice their skills in a supervised way. It can be a way for friends or partners who are both tops to play together in a scene, or it can simply be a way to provide a more intense or complex experience to the bottom.
KOLover To the asshole who called me a royal bitch then blocked me so I could not reapond... I know you'll see this. I can see that you are still looking at my page.
My response:
"And you seem like a judgemental prick who puts no effort into a conversation. You just make assumptions, poorly apologize, somehow expect me to be super interested by or attracted to that behavior and fawn all over you, then hurl insults. Whatever."
Background info for others:
I didn't respond to his lazy messaging fast enough so he accused me of ghosting in less than 3 hours on a weekday afternoon. I said I was busy and pointed out that most people have things to do on a weekday in the early afternoon. Then I asked him to be more thoughtful and considerate before talking to people. He said "sorry miss". The next message from him was insults, combined with blocking me so he can continue to live in a fantasy world were that behavior is okay.
To everyone looking to make connections. Be thoughtful with your communication.
AlphaSub1300 I've been on and off this site for a long time, and last time I tried, getting a profile write-up changed - was impossible.
Rather than go through that process, I'm writing a Journal Entry. I've attempted a couple of relationships the past five years and I have to say that I'm exhausted by emotionally unavailable Doms who only want to play on the internet.
If that's all you want, I'm not interested.
Yes, I can relocate. That part of my life has changed.No, I'm not going to redo my entire profile write-up. If you want to know about me, ask. I need someone in my life who is a good communicator and this is a great place to let me know you are willing to fill that need.
As of 2026-03-13 I am 65 years old. I'm in pretty good shape for my age and I have some arthritis issues that can be worked around.That's what I have for today. Who are you?
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Anjunajune Struggles of a Sapiosexual/Demisexual in a Hyper-Sexual WorldAs I have matured thru the years, it's now clear that without finding someone mentally, and emotionally attractive, it all just feels somehow incomplete. Without some connection to a real person with a genuine personality, they can be pretty and sexy, but . . . It really doesn't do it for me.And here in lies the problem.In today's hyper-sexual, transactional and instant-gratification society, how does someone like me, take the time to connect with another before the tug of physical exceptions frustrate the individual and kill the tempo.Yeah, I know. Its easy to say, I'm just not finding the right people who are also Sapiosexual/Demisexual, but we all know everyone is comprised of shades of grey and even those who lean in that direction feel the pressure of the "quick-fix".Not sure what to actually do about it, other than to continue to be clear up front about who I am, what my needs are during the "approach" and look harder for alignment with the individuals I talk with.But it is still frustrating.
lostnlooking9 I have never worn a chastity belt outside of squeezing into one(painfully) for like 30 minutes at most at a time here and there.And I recently found a site that showed me how to measure, and sadly(sadly?!?) to my non-surprise, i'm much too large and need a custom belt. One that costs $200-300, not the $30-50 belts that seem to be everywhere.And I think back to a recent conversation I had with a Dominant. That they don't see the point. That if they tell their slave not to cum, they want and expect their slave not to. And they wouldn't want them not to.Besides, they want to make use and enjoy the orgasms, so again the belt is unneeded.And having always had to do just that. I agree. And I understand.I don't have no particular joy or desire or need for chastity or denial. I would be very happy having some form of sex and orgasm daily or more just as I would being denied for days or weeks or more.For me, I don't NEED a belt. But thinking about it, what I NEED is a lack of control. And the belt can help with that.I was thinking about that today... How could I explain that idea to someone, and came up with a story of sorts that I see as being a good way of explaining it.Imagine my orgasm is a pile of cookies in the Kitchen. My owner can say - "don't eat the cookies unless I tell you". And I could/would obey. But then again I also could disobey and eat if I see a chance to.(I wouldn't in reality - i'm not bratty like that) But even though I was told not to, the ultimate power and control of my actions is held by me. I CHOOSE not to. I CHOOSE to obey. Which in and of itself is a powerful thing for the dynamic. But my thought here goes beyond that.Now imagine a lock on the kitchen door. That symbolizes the belt. With a lock, it doesn't matter my choice or decision or even my desire - I have no choice. That was removed from me. The control I had in any way shape or form to obey or not obey is removed from me.And it's that removal of control that the belt can bring. I would only have a cookie when my owner allowed. When it pleases them to do so. And that brings a different dynamic to the relationship.Even if that is one where I eat cookies daily or more even. I only do so when my owner unlocks the kitchen and allows me to. Otherwise, like it or not, I wait. Helpless and not in control.And it's that, that appeals to me about chastity belts more than anything else. It's like bondage, but a bondage that can be applied 24/7/365.So it has always intreagued me. That, and the fact I can never really fit in one so it's like a teenager desiring beer, the more you're unable to have it, the more you crave the experience of it, at least once. Anyways, just some random musings from my head. The end result with everything? Whatever pleases most. I don't need it, I don't not need it. The relationship matters more. I may always wonder how it may be though. For better or worse. But I can be happy never trying it just as I could/would being made to live with it 24/7.So like I said, just some random, maybe meaningless musings... thank you for visiting my mind with me this night...
Looking4boy2own one word: DEVISTATED!
my recent Echocardiogram came back worse than expected I went down the slope as opposed to climbing... I'm wrecked and not happy about it, understandably... It's almost back to where it was when the condition was caught and I was hospitalized... so NOT GOOD !!!
it feels like all the work I have done has been for nothing and I feel defeated... having a terminal condition sucks...
Some good news though, looks like my record shop will be a reality sooner than later, I got all my LLC etc filed and done so, look at me trying this adulting thing! lol This I am excited about!
IntenseOwners Well, let me kick off this writing to you with this first document This one and all others may use words and describe parts of life and relationships that the uninterested my find offensive I also may often you the word you or another pronoun that has the same meaning
I am writing to your mind to read and understand me and give me significant feedback so I understand you as well
Because I am writing this more or less on the fly, the thoughts may be laid out a bit more scattered than a book, but too bad
I am writing to the submissive deep in your mind and being, the slave or the masochist that needs and desires and wants and needs more
So hang in there
You must have a very strong mind which is determined to learn things most just ignore
Let me touch on some emotions as the physical, mental and emotional state of life is so deep into all this
Most people are basically insecure That is why research has shown that up to 98 percent of people are very satisfied being followers and letting others take the responsibility of decision making and leadership
The mentality of a person that advocates she is a slave is right there
She looks first of all for safety and security and close behind that is the need to feel wanted, to be needed, to be of value
In return for that emotional reassurance she is very willing to do almost anything to please another because that is the one great thing she has the power to do
Being bound tight she nearly always tests the bondage to see if she can get away It is important to her that she cannot because it has an emotional meaning that someone took the extra time to insure that grip on her and it carries the meaning that she is wanted Almost any of strict control, humiliation and abuse is far better than being alone and unwanted
It does not need the complications of sex or to say someone loves you or that they would never want someone else one day far off
At that moment it is a simple fact they want you and that is what starts your life living
As you step into it deeper, being blindfolded or hooded restricting eyesight calms you in very deep ways Its that other one is taking responsibility for you and your needs and most of all your safety You will want to feel it, and reach out for the one controlling you that way
Being locked in a cage has at least a double meaning emotionally
You are restrained and kept and thus very limited in what you can do without someone wanting you to do it by letting you out
But there is also that gate and lock between you and the world, which can be seen as keeping all the evil things that chase you real or imagined out where they can not reach you
A strict cage not only is like your prison, but also like your base or your fortress where again you are safe, where you can indeed relax and sleep
And that collar
Like a wedding ring, it means so much to a submissive slave She has made it and her ownership and that desire to take her is on display for all to see When you can, you finger it and hold it and fidget with it, and know it is there for a real purpose
But to have all this requires that someone really does want you, be it for the better or the worst, that want and desire is real and gives you a place and purpose in life
And with that, you are never really alone In time, you may feel frighten or scared or even cry when it is taken off when for a short time
Even deeper is the matter of control, and how it reaches into your personal thoughts and life and gives you something to live up to and meet in a consistent way
Both pain and pleasure are emotions first and are often never tended well in everyday life In a stricter life, so much fluff and useless energy is removed or not allowed and something special happens
You can focus
You can see more clearly yourself and all you need to be as well as all you want to be
Yes, it takes time and training and understanding to know the reason why you feel that the slave in you must submit and submit deeply and unendingly
Those emotions of need and want are so different and so rarely understood
You can want this feeling to be like a beautiful ring to wear, and you want it a lot but you can eat and drink and breathe without it everyday of your life
A need is like the air that you breathe and that need is so powerful that a few minutes, without it you are dead A slave grows up wanting things, but at the same time she grows up needing things Control and submission show the path of making the needs a reality
You learn to focus on those things in life that are needs and those that are wants when all the fluff is removed and those distractions to your emotional thought process are removed
I am a writer, and a scientist and I can go on and on about this, and do so in the face of all those that just want their experience to be sex with a little rope
The true slave and the true owner learn that there really is so much more to this life
NoSugarCoatingIt Just adding a journal entry to expound a little on my ideal relationship. Perhaps entries with more of my thoughts will attract the right girl and prevent being pigeonholed as a certain type of man, at least by those willing (and able, lol) to invest some time reading. I would charactize myself as a very empathetic human-being. I am caring of other's feelings (at least of those that warrant such respect) and very mannerly toward women. This nature initially steered me toward being a DaddyDom. I also have no children of my own to dote over so one could possibly infer all manner of psychology there, if they wished to, heh. Anyhow...not all my thoughts and desires are of sweetness and over the years have certainly grown darker yet. Being physically rough has always been exciting. Someone who is willing to explore the darker depths of humiliation and subjugation has gained growing interest now. Some days a chained up fuck-hole of a slave, others my sweet little girl, or an obedient cherished pet. I do also want an actual partner that can laugh, have fun, preferably has some intellect and some worthy input on life decisions. A real man can actually be humble enough to accept input and advice from others. I seek the girl that can embody all those roles. The psych of cuckquean play holds a huge interest too. Although, in the cold reality of day to day life, monogamy with my mate would be the norm. Since just like any good D/s relationship in general, most of the excitement lays in the mental build of the ideas, and that any actual play with another girl would be rare considering that I have grown only more discerning in my growing age. Plus, I do not take such play lightly. I am very willing to invest the time, care, and love to build the connection and trust that is inherent in an ongoing fulfilling, and hopefully 'rest of my life' relationship, since that is what I seek. The girl or woman that can give of herself so selflessly to her trusted Owner, is one that I would adore all the more. It is with great irony that in my experience thus far, women that were not invested in a relationship (like early on in our dating) were willing to do such acts (like a 3-some) but once they became emotionally invested, jealousy sets in and they became unwilling to give in this way. Oh yes, believe me, I fully understand the fears that cause those particular inhabitions to manifest but it is utterly counterproductive to withhold one of the gifts that would only cause me to cherish and hold onto her yet more tenaciously. Anyway, not just threesomes, but in general, where I want to go further with my girl as the bond strengthens, I have experienced that their kinkiness only wanes. This has caused such frustration and discontent for me. FFS, where is My good girl?!
DominorVobis I wrote this as part of an introductory message to someone and think it was good enough to share here.
"This is an alternative lifestyle to me
There are several reasons, one is something that kind of bothered me at a young age I shoved thebad thoughts I had, I had even as a very young youth, thoughts that both horrified and fascinated meI used to justify my thoughts as not being cruel if what I did, I did to those who deserved it, like criminals etc What worried me was the sexuality I feltIt was much later in life, around 40 years ago I started putting it all together from a primal blueprint and social and religious pressure through to conditioning I was relieved to find a world I fitted, and its this world and learning to interact between the lifestyle and the vanilla world that I have been studying, learning, teaching and livingIts a strange world with so many dark and mysterious places."
servUx O/our marriage ceremony has finally taken place - my adored Wife & Mistress has solemnly sealed Her Female Domination (: She has granted my humble request and taken possession of me as her devoted property. She accepted me plighting my irrevocable troth to submit myself unconditionally to Her will and wishes and to be at Her service at all times. In a ritual inspired by the “Cybelian Marriage”, She has affirmed Her vision for O/our relationship, how She wants to use and arrogate Her devoted property in the future and how She wants to be lacking for nothing.i have to report on the ceremony and the new dynamic that has entered O/our relationship here in the coming months and have to be available for Your feedback and answers.my adored Wife & Mistress sends her warmest regards to A/all those who live Female Domination and those who are subordinate to her!
U/unsere Ehezeremonie hat endlich stattgefunden - meine angebetete Ehefrau & Mistress hat Ihre weibliche Herrschaft feierlich besiegelt (: Sie hat meiner demütigen Bitte stattgegeben und mich als Ihr ergebenes eigentum in Besitz genommen. Sie hat mir das unwiderrufliche Gelübde abgenommen, mich Ihrem Willen und Ihren Wünschen bedingungslos unterzuordnen und Ihr jederzeit treu zu Diensten zu sein. Sie hat in einem von der "Cybelian Marriage" inspirierten Ritual Ihre Vorstellungen an U/unsere Beziehung bekräftigt, wie Sie Ihr ergebenes eigentum künftig nutzen und benutzen und es sich an nichts fehlen lassen will.Über die Zeremonie und die neue Dynamik, die in U/unsere Beziehung Einzug gehalten hat, habe ich hier in den nächsten Monaten zu berichten und für Reaktionen und Fragen zur Verfügung zu stehen.meine angebetete Ehefrau & Mistress lässt alle, die weibliche Herrschaft leben und alle, die ihr untergeordnet sind herzlich Grüßen!
LexiBloodMoon I just got the official 'Okay' from my doctor and I am now officially "healed". The fucking dick has no fucking clue what he is talking about. I still have aches and pains from just standing up. I went from in fucking good shape to what I feel is a bloated whale. And my endurance is total crap. After 2 flights of stairs, I am now winded.
As for my business, it's gone. All of it. No more tools, or materials. I was even forced to sell off my "personal collection" of goodies. As for my clients, They have found other 'artists' and 'makers'.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have now hit rock bottom.
So what am I looking for I am looking for an artist. Someone who feels they are up for the challenge (and bragging rights). Some knows the ins and outs of social situations as well as proper etiquette in different circles. Someone who is willing and able to invest their time, talent, money, knowledge etc to make it happen.
The challenge,
Take this currently out of shape male, with lacking social skills and has not started their transition yet. Then through training, diet exercise, surgeries, lessons, transform him into a proper walking talking sex goddess. To remove every trace of ever being a male from the body and mannerisms. To transform so far that unless another was told they would never even suspect that the lady next to them was born a male.
I know something like this is a commitment in both time and money. As such, I do have skills in making and building that can be used. As I transition and look more feminine, I am willing to be a cam girl or what not. To be by your side as an assistant and maybe more. After the transition, I am more than happy to be a beta dom in your dungeon, or who knows what we can come up with.
Here I am a living flesh piece of clay, looking to be transformed into the 'perfect' woman. To live the life I know I was meant to be living. Help me and in return I can help you.
Send me a message if you are interested.
DesertDream You kneel, and the room inhales—not from fear,but from the gravity of your trust.
Power rests in my palmlike a living thing—warm, breathing, delicate.
The collar is not conquest.It is a circle drawn carefully,a boundary I vow to guard.
When I give a command,it is shaped with intention,measured to the rhythm of your pulse.
I do not take your will—you place it in my hands,steady as a gift.
And I hold itnot to break you,but to build a world
where your surrenderand my controlfit together
like lock and key.
Grabdaddyshand It is important to note that the specific tasks assigned to a submissive in a BDSM relationship can vary greatly and should be mutually agreed upon by all parties involved. However, some examples of tasks that a submissive might be assigned include:
Cooking and cleaning the house
Running errands or completing specific tasks as requested by the dominant
Maintaining a specific appearance or dress code
Engaging in specific sexual acts or role-playing scenarios
Following strict rules or protocols
Participating in BDSM activities such as bondage or impact play
Participating in BDSM rituals or ceremonies.
It is important to remember that BDSM should always be safe, consensual, and respectful. All parties involved should communicate their boundaries and desires clearly and negotiate any tasks or activities beforehand.
CowGurlJan Since Master James passed away things have been a little different between Mistress Tabitha and I. More like girlfriends in mourning than Mistress and slave. I had to ask if I could resume wearing my collar as it had been removed for the funeral services.Today started out as a surprise for me. Mistress snapped my leash on and led me to the basement and tied my in a standing spread eagle an picked up the buggy whip.She kissed my cheek and said youve done nothing wrong but I need this.She started to whip me and she started crying. She whipped harder and harder. I was crying and writhing in pain and she beat me for almost 20 minutes. Breasts, back, bottom and the inside of my thighs. It was the most severe whipping I have ever had. Almost no delay between strokes, just a storm of constant pain.She sat and watched me as I tried to settle down. Finally she said I love you, it will be ok. I started crying again. I was happy and felt a huge amount of relief.Things are getting back to normal.Master James would be pleased.
Minoan Before you can be taught, you have to know what classes interest you to attend.
But that's not submission, I hear you ignorantly complain. No, but most of you don't understand the difference between being submissive and being A submissive. Most of you try and convince the world you are the latter whereas you are barely the former.
Nosce te ipsum, is the first order of any day. Youre not qualified to know anyone else before you get to know yourself. Life becomes a series of dead-ends and u-turns unless you know where youre heading.
Understand this - there is nothing wrong with not knowing, there is nothing wrong with asking and there is glory and purpose is learning.
Act accordingly, before that laundry list of expectations and demands that you carry becomes nothing more than a shield against actually experiencing anything.
And to those desparing of finding their place and purpose, remember that when you're falling out of the tree, any branch you can grab before hitting the ground is a blessing and should be appreciated. Even if it's not where you want to be, its better than the thud at the end of a drop. There is precious little enough joy in this world these days that any of us should spurn the chance to feel some when the possibility presents itself.
Here endeth the lesson.
islanddaddy Here it is years later and still the same guys looking for the same old thing. While I don't mind the admiration from those who contact me, it seems like all they want is to be dominated and used sexually.
When I ask them what else can they offer, all I get is the usual.
"I'm a great cocksucker."
"I'll take your hands up my ass anyday."
"I'm great at house cleaning"
YADDA YADDA YADDA!!!
If all you're going to offer me is a piece of meat, than no thanks.
Do you have a brain? Can you understand big words and know how to use them? Can you put a sentence together without a lot of ums and uhhs?
Do you know what's going on in the world?
So if you're a box of rocks, with not a brain cell in your head, move on move on.
And here I am....still looking.
Sigh!
GoddessVenom666 Goddess has been away, as life intruded, for some time. Imagine Her Joy at finding on Her return a slave uncovering a new dimension to herself and immediately reconnecting with Me and another girl sending energy to Me that she had hidden from herself for years, trusting in Goddess to help her grow.
Worship and devotion is lovely. The intimacy of being seen and valued and spending time with Me cannot be overstated.
These two give Me great and tremendous joy. Others do as well. but this entry is for them. I hope they both smile as they receive My Blessings.
if this sparks a yearning in you, especially if you are lost and shy and wish for happiness through devotion, message Me. My Abundance awaits.
Baldrick I'm a Marionette
By Abba performed by Ghost
You're so free," that's what everybody's telling meYet I feel I'm like an outward-bound, pushed around, refugeeSomething's wrong, got a feeling that I don't belongAs if I had come from outer space, out of place, like King KongI'm a marionette, just a marionette, pull the stringI'm a marionette, everybody's pet, just as long as I singI'm a marionette, see my pirouette, round and roundI'm a marionette, I'm a marionette, just a silly old clownLike a doll, like a puppet with no will at allAnd somebody told me how to talk, how to walk, how to fallCan't complain, I've got no-one but myself to blameSomething's happening I can't control, lost my hold, it's insaneI'm a marionette, just a marionette, pull the stringI'm a marionette, everybody's pet, just as long as I singI'm a marionette, see my pirouette, round and roundI'm a marionette, I'm a marionette, just a silly old clown"Look this way, just a little smile," is what they say"You look better on the photograph if you laugh, that's okay""You're so free," that's what everybody's telling meYet I feel I'm like an outward-bound, pushed around, refugeeI'm a marionette, just a marionette, pull the stringI'm a marionette, everybody's pet, just as long as I singI'm a marionette, see my pirouette, round and roundI'm a marionette, I'm a marionette, just a silly old clown
sweetgrace1977 What I seek is more than play/sex.
Maybe if you get to know me as a human being you might have more luck.
I seek that feeling of danger, but knowing I am safe from harm.
He is in control of his life and doesn't have to beat his chest to prove his dominace.
He doesn't beg for my submission, he proves himself worthy of it by consistency, that calm controled authority, and care.
He may well be sadistic, but that is not what drives him.
He is playful and has a great sense of humor, but can tame my brat with a look, a growl, or a snap of his fingers.
He is demanding, an asshole even, but he gives of himself freely. His time, his energy, his focus.
He has time for the mating dance and is dedicated to the process.
He is equally at home beating my behind or taking a romantic stroll down the beach
He is not afraid of his inner sadist.
I seek 24/7 tpe with the right one but I have learned that not everyone, in fact very few, are worthy of my submission.
I cannot leave NZ perminantly.
quirkylittle4daddy Structured Devotion: The True Depth of Littles in D/s
i'm reshaping some of my older soundgasm posts and transferring them to audiomack for more streamlined platform.. this was one sparked by a common misnomer about littles like myself by the old guard members of bdsm..or to be more accurate the loud old guard members who say that is their education, background, and experience in the scene and yet tend to be always judgemental of the evolved nuances of archetype descriptors of dominants, masters, submissives, and slaves out there.
so if you want a slightly more(i'm still wordy and keep my whimsy and little-ness in the recording in there) streamlined version of an older concept of mine back in june, check it out.
Littles often face misconceptions about being undisciplined or solely playful, but the truth runs deeper. This audio explores the structured, dedicated side of being a little in D/s dynamics. It challenges stereotypes, highlights the growth mindset, and redefines what it means to live a 24/7 lifestyle. From compounding discipline to addressing outdated narratives, this is a journey into the balance of submission and personal development. Let’s break the myths and explore the truth together!
brattyNcute before its asked or implied or suggested, no, i do not ignore my basic rules he knows i will not cause trouble or drama and i , do not go behind -MY R./T-bACK,lie to him, or disrespect him or shame my family in any way. Y'all only get this one warning and reminder and well, i have a really really button pushing finger that i do not want to be tempted into taking Last memo i promise. if ya are responding to me and i click open your mail and the first thing i see is a picture floating out of a close-up of your cock, you can pretty much accept your fate that you are instantly blocked and will not even exist on the same playing field as the others here regardless of their gender or energy level, or role identifier. so simple unforgettable notice for you... 1 dick pic+1 ignorance of my rules or warning = -alarm bells guard dogs, sharpshooters and everything else turn you into dust to be cleaned up and mixed into the sand never to be heard or seen of again. ---yes yes i know;...graphic and dramatic.. but pleads innocence since she is unsupervised currently with her other half in bed this fine dark night;I truly do look forward to any and all responses i might have to be honest.. you being there for me today just means the world to me as putting myself out there is terrifying for me in general. *can not help the impish excitement of how many right now pigging out will even read the whole note and the panic sets in. just as A team heads off for their camps.. in comes B team who makes the realization not much got accomplished and something had to have happened...? maybe?.
VTFemaleEunuch I am presently not owned. I have had interesting experiences in the past few years, and I am taking my time looking for the special person(s) whom I fit very well with. My interests have changed since I’ve written my profile, and my interests have grown.
I am looking for people who enjoy corruption sexually.
Those who love engaging in humiliation and degradation.
Individuals who are looking for “untraditional” service submission. I may not be able to remember to check if you need drinks regularly or breakfast, but I bring other skills and talents to the table. My skills include butler service, administrative assistant, massage, cooking, and baking.
Those who love non-monogamy and loaning out submissives.
Out-of-the-box creative sadists.
Please note that I want things to progress and meet up with individuals. The long-term goal should be to have an actual relationship. Things work out best with well-humored individuals who appreciate sarcasm and are skilled at being relatively evil, petting my hair and saying I’m such a good girl while pressing pressure points, bringing me to the floor.
UrPrettySissy Let's seeee.... okay. Ideal setup
Im looking for someone that is 1000% supportive of me and HRT. I wish to find a place where I can mentally dissolve who I currently am and evolve into a genuine bimbo sissy trans doll. And yes I used sissy and trans in the same sentence. Is it possible. Yes. Sissy referring to ones submissive girly play toy. And trans doll as in well. Me :). Petite smooth tight body. Speaking of body. Let's talk about that. So apparently I have an exotic one of a kind body .... I know right. Hard for me to believe it too :p. Anywho. I'm very very very great full for having it and would love to put it to use where I can generate climaxual pleasure for anyone. What do I mean by this ... well idk to be honest. But I'd like to have gym access and/or an encouraging person that help maintain the motivation to get as sexy and as feminine as I could get. Minus the bottom surgery. Yes u read right. Not going to do any cutting off down there. However. I am open to some body modz to a certain extent. Of course nothing deforming or any such thing. (Please don't ask what) if anything asking if I'm open too.. whatever ur kinky desire is. And I'll let u know if I'd be willing.
Anywho. Um so yes. I tend to be a little high on the kinky side. Which is a very VERY Vague statement. However let's just say. I really really do truly enjoy seeing the satifaction one get from doing/not doing/ treating or being a certain way with me. Again very vague not trying to get into detail just showing u the willingness I have to satisfy you. Umm so. With that been said.
I seek someone who will take me in own me collar me and use me for their twisted pleasure. How far am I willing to go. Ask. Me. But it just how far am I willing to go lol. Ask me how do I feel about this or have u done things like that. What about if we xyz. . But umm okk so yaw. Truly one of a kind here. Appearley something very very special. An amazing eye candy. Incredibly smart. I credavly capable of achieving ur satifaction :). I like to be told/force. Made to submit my body for ur pleasure lol. Ummm. Well yawww. Serious inquires please. I'm ready to purchase a round trip ticket to you. Where towards the end we'll see if I should stay. Or go. No games no bs. If ur catfish fake poor hugene ethic or manors I will initiate blan b. I ask please no hard feeling. We're all chasing that life we have in our mind
.idk if any of this came out the way I inted as in ur understanding but I like to post genuine articles that flow right. Off the top of my head. I feel its more genuine since there is a not much time to contemplate the topic potentially leading to an influenced decision other the my own thanks for readjng
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Epilogue
pizzapuppiescows Lately I feel like a lot of my time is spent being adulty. I could really use some unrestricted time to not have to be doing and thinking and being responsible. I've been thinking a lot about coloring, which is not a typical hobby of mine. I don't age play, I don't have stuffies and binkies and pink sippy cups with glitter unicorns on them. But I find myself wanting the freedom to be less complicated, and maybe coloring is a way to do that.
After a very specific search, I found a couple of simple books with bold outlines. They sat in the kitchen for a few days. Today, after a responsibly busy morning of chores, I grabbed a pillow and dropped to the living room floor with a box of crayons. Swinging my feet back and forth in the air as I lay on my stomach, selectively choosing colors and testing them on the side of a page like I was being paid for my efforts, I completed my first picture of a cup of ice cream with sprinkles and cherries. I hummed. I deliberated on the correct shade of pink. I carefully stayed within the lines. It's a perfect picture.
Here's what I noticed... I like being little, doing little things. If someone had stuck a binky in my mouth I'm pretty sure I would have happily sucked on it while swinging my feet and asking for a snack. It turns me on. Weird? I'm not really sure what to think of this. Or maybe I don't need to think anything of it and let it be. But great googlie mooglie, am I a little little? I already know that all those cute little names and specific praise all but set fire to my panties, but little activities? What do I do with this? Who even am I right now?
bdsmsubmissive93 lyrics
Some lyrics from the song all the ways i can die by the band arrows in action
Self sabotage is an old friend of mine self care just isnt worth the time
Mistresscherrypie Oh, George… bless your heart for writing me a whole novel about how you want to “look into a sadistic woman’s eyes” while she perverts you into anal bliss. Truly poetic. But here’s the problem: you’re out here asking for a woman to host you for a month like you’re some kind of kinky exchange student, and all you’re offering is sexual gratification—as if women are sitting around saying, “You know what I need? A strange out-of-towner living in my house for 30 days to eat my food, hog my bathroom, and tell me how multicultural he is in between begging to be pegged.”
You spent time in multinational corporations? Cute. I’m sure your old coworkers will be thrilled to know you’re now out here writing essays about “soft sensual erotic rape play” and “verification photos” like you’re running a BDSM HR department. And let’s be honest—if the highlight of your pitch is “I’m not into pro dommes, but please abuse me sexually,” you might need to realize… sir, you are basically asking for free labor with room and board included.
It’s giving: “Hi, I’m George, I bring nothing but my dick, my mouth, and a suitcase of sci-fi DVDs. Please ruin me, host me, and feed me while I explore my journey.” My love, women are not Airbnbs for your perversion vacations. You wanting someone to host you for a month and offering nothing but orgasms is like me telling Amazon Prime, “I’ll pay for my package with good vibes and a smile.”
So, George, no—no sadistic woman is out here waiting for a floundering consultant to move into her house for a month-long pegging intensive. But I truly hope you find someone on Collarspace who’s willing to take on your… dissertation of desires. Godspeed.
snoopymnky Feeling the need to update the profile a bit
Seeking an alpha-type mentor who prefers encouragement over rigid discipline. I love "protector" energy, but I require a partner who knows how to listen—to my body, my energy, and my limits.
The Essentials:
Patience: I don't rush into sex or scenes just because the vibe is right.
Privacy: My home is my sanctuary. I only host once we are in a committed relationship.
Respect for Titles: I do not use the term "Master" outside of a committed collar. To me, that title is sacred and signifies a total giving of myself that must be built over time.
Dominance vs. Ego: I’m looking for a leader, not an ego-trip. If you’re domineering instead of dominant, we won't be a match. And dont get me started on my post below where i described 'the dominate male" Geesh...educateyourselfs already...the Google is a powerful tool!
Let’s see if our rhythms match before we ever talk about power.
Minoan I've had some interesting conversations of late.
The one who spoke of how much her curiosity drove people away and then spoke about how her mental disorders stopped her being curious and that drove people away.
The one who who admitted all manner of deviant desires but then admitted me knowing those things made her uncomfortable in my company, so she ghosted me.
The one who believed slaves should have no rights, but that she could never be a slave because of that, but that being just a submissive was beneath her.
The one who masturbated openly to thoughts of degradation and humiliation, but was afraid her future owner would expose her to anything degrading or humiliating.
The one who wanted to serve anyone just to practise her skills, but admitted she couldn't serve at all because she just couldn't take D/s seriously.
The theme? Internal conflict. Its a very odd thing to see so many here pulled in such clearly opposing directions. Now, people of all persuasions have regularly dreamed of writing cheques it turned out they couldn't cash; that's par for the course and expected - our reach often exceeds our grasp, after all.
But this almost 50/50 spolit been desire and reality, between who we think we are and who we turn out to be, and who we present as and who we then admit to being, is something new.
I was away a while, but I did not expect to come back to this.
I think it's just fear, something of which there seems to be so much of, more than I ever remember.
People are afraid of speaking openly, afraid of seeming dumb, afraid of saying or asking the wrong thing, afraid of learning about themselves, and on and on and on.
What I think people are afraid of is being seen for who they really are because so many don't seem to know that basic fact about themselves, and they don't want to put the time, effort and work into finding out, or be vulnerable and humble enough to listen and learn if they do.
It's a dispiriting experience.
wayward5oul Read a profile tonight. The dumbnant said that he is looking for someone he can tell "what a piece of shit she is even in front of others even her family".What ever happened to "don't scare the nillas"?Vanilla people didn't consent to be a part of your dynamic. Even other kinksters didn't consent.Who are you to do what we do in front of non-consenting people, especially if it can have consequences for your partner outside of bdsm circles?That just screams to me of someone who is an abuser, not a dom.Prove me wrong.
For some reason, won't let me spell d-u-m-b-i-n-a-n-t right ..
Shadowing 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.
quirkylittle4daddy When we kiss When we kiss Bears and boulders Vibrate through the air
i will probably do a whole post on laura veirs. her songs are little girl and softcore approved. but this song when i heard it over 10 years ago..this is love. just a simple share.
When you sing
When you sing
Stars fill up my eyes
Galaxies
Pour down my cheeks
Galaxies
Galaxies
They flood the street
Galaxies
When we dance
When we dance
Eels and sea grass float on by
I? m ten thousand leagues
Beneath the sea
Ten thousand leagues
Ten thousand leagues
Beneath the green
Ten thousand leagues
When we kiss
When we kiss
Bears and boulders
Vibrate through the air
Gravity
Is dead you see
No gravity
All I need
Is beating red
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
TotalOwnerforslave Service person
I was out walking along the board walk that runs in front of my condo along Puget Sound. This mile long walkway is busy with pedestrians many with their dogs getting their daily exercise in a rather spectacular setting: delightful.
Anyway, most all one might encounter are vanilla types or if they are into D/s not ‘out of their particular closet.’ Most are older with various infirmaries, but, ambulatory. Many have dogs that are poorly trained. Dogs that jump at passersbys or are otherwise ill trained. Occasionally, there are service animals providing protection, direction and confidence to their owners. Rarely, there are guide dogs seeing for their blind wards.
Behind me, as I walked, trialed, one and one half step and slightly to my left thank you, my slave property. it walked, as it should, with its eyes focused on my heels with its mouth firmly shut. When I stopped it stopped, as it should maintaining its distance and focus.
I was stopped by a chatty elderly woman, vanilla no doubt, that wanted to engage in ‘pleasantries’ for her, no so much for me. Anyway, I put some effort into agreeing it was a beautiful day and dog owner should be more careful to pick up after their mutts etc.
Breaking my boredom she asked, “and who is this with you?” It then dawned on me what her reason probably was for interrupting my walk.
“This is a service person in training.” I said without prior intent or particular consideration for all honest things in my life.
“What in the world is a service person?” she demanded.
“Well, (have you noticed how much BS is started with ‘well?’) there are people in the world that have various chronic afflictions that need careful monitoring. Everything from sleep walking to certain types of epilepsy to cardiac conditions etc. Some people have combinations of these afflictions. Although dogs can be trained for some situations training a dog for combinations gets impossible. And so, humans of a certain type are trained to the task.”
She was not particularly impressed with my creative explanation, although I confess I enjoyed it a lot. “So what do I call you?” she addressed my slave. Now it knows it does not interact with others without my express permission. So, it looked at me with the ‘what do i do now’ look.
“You will have to excuse my trainee for not responding. Just like the service dogs you might encounter, it (I did slip up with that ‘it’ she was vanilla after all) needs not be distracted by attention from others. You know like petting or talking to it (oops again).”
With that I continued on my way with slave in trail. As I walked I was designing T shirts that proclaim service person in training for it and service trainer for me or some such variations.
Anybody know where I might get T shirts custom printed?
Goodboy305 Femdom should be about finding joy and pleasure in a dynamic that suits you and your partner(s). Not about fixing a sub's sexism- not that it would work anyways.
Most people I've talked to say that their desire for femdom predates knowledge of femdom, or of sexual arousal. While some people may have a more concrete "I'm into femdom because of a specific reason" most people I interact with like it because they like it. Vanilla people don't have to have reasons to like vanilla sex.
KittyforOwner I crouch in the dim light, low to the ground, my muscles coiled with anticipation. My heart beats with the thrill of the chase, yet no footsteps follow, no predator’s growl answers my call. I’m a kitten playing in the shadows, batting at a love that slips through my claws. You, so distant, so untouchable, are the prey I’ll never catch—the storm I’ll never tame.
The air is thick with the scent of longing. I arch my back, purring softly, an offering of submission, a plea for connection. But the silence stretches between us, sharp and cruel, like the edge of a blade grazing skin. I reach for you in my primal way, a growl in my throat, a playful swat, a desperate leap. You stand still, unyielding, unseeing.
I ache for your touch, even if it stings. I crave the thrill of being hunted, the satisfaction of surrendering to you, the sharpness of your love cutting through me. Instead, I am left to prowl alone, circling a void that offers nothing in return. Every glance you give that doesn’t linger, every word spoken without weight, slices through me deeper than any knife.
In my dreams, you are the hunter. You snarl, you chase, you pin me to the earth. Your teeth graze my neck, and I surrender willingly, body and soul. But reality is a different kind of pain, one that gnaws at me in quiet moments. You don’t see the way I tremble for you, the way I offer myself with every arch of my back, every purr in my throat, every unspoken word.
The shadows are my companions now. I curl into them, licking wounds that refuse to heal. I am the kitten you’ll never chase, the prey you’ll never capture. Still, I remain here, waiting, aching, caught in this endless edge between desire and despair, loving you in the dark where you’ll never look
UsefulPROPERTY Sir , You don?t have to be gay or bi to own male property.
Yes , I know you Straight Alphas are here mainly looking for pussy to use and I also know you are looking for a female slave who will be compliant and obedient and do all of your housework , cooking etc?
So , you are looking for two things
1 ? pussy to fuck
2 ? A slave to be a domestic slave and take care of all of your domestic needs.
At the moment , you have neither.
How many years have you had neither ?
The option available is to use a faggot male gimp to fulfil your domestic needs.
You don?t have to have sex with it ? hell , you don?t even have to look at it .
Keep it hooded and in chains and put it to work.
If you want to make it look aesthetically pleasing you could even keep it in head to toe latex, waist cinched, giant fake boobs , masked and in towering heels.
From morning till night , you simply use it for all of your domestic needs. Cooking , cleaning , laundry , ironing , gardening , cleaning your car , maybe even put it to work in your business.
You don?t even have to get out of bed to take a piss in the middle of your sleep at night. Just summon your gimp using your electro shock dog collar and have it come to you and open its mouth.
It is always hidden out of sight , from friends and family. Stored in a pare room , garage or outhouse , caged or boxed and gagged when not in use.
You carry on with your life much as you do right now . You still continue to seek out pussy.
You see this gimp slave is merely an object in your eyes , a thing to make your life easier.
It does not question , it does not make a sound ( as it is perpetually gagged ) it simply awaits instruction and obeys.
?An extra in my home is gonna cost me , financially? ? well , actually , not that much. Naturally, you have to feed and water it , but , this can be done in conjunction with your own intake. Just an extra meal or snack whenever you have one.
When its daily work is done , you can use it as human furniture , or as an ashtray , so , it has more use there . Or, simply return it to its cage and lock it up for the night.
No one will ever know that you have a male gimp object making life easier for you.
This object is free to fulfil that domestic need for you Sir. It could be relocated to you if you set up the right environment i.e invest in chains and a cage or box to store it .
This all makes sense Sir , please do get in touch.
KneelAndCry2 I take pleasure in the details others miss. The subtle shifts in posture, the way hesitation creeps into speech, the quiet tremor in anticipation—these are my playgrounds. I am not loud; I am deliberate. Each command, each touch, each calculated pause is designed to bend will and sharpen obedience.
Sadism is my craft. I derive satisfaction from controlled discomfort, from the tension that builds when anticipation meets consequence. My discipline is precise; my rewards, rare but unforgettable. Those under my guidance learn quickly that pleasure and pain are entwined, that obedience earns more than praise—it earns my approval, my attention, my game.
I do not need to dominate every moment to dominate fully. Silence, observation, and a single deliberate action carry more weight than chaos ever could. My presence alone is authority, my judgment absolute. I seek those who crave structure, who understand that submission is a gift to be earned, not assumed.
If you are willing to surrender, to test your limits under watchful eyes, you may find yourself shaped by hands and mind that do not falter, and you may discover how deep obedience can go.
SkyFullOfStars I read over my profile, again, today, as I have many times since I created it anew.
I've tried very hard over the years to make my profile on FL be realistic, vulnerable, intelligent, reflective of who and what I am at my core, and just as importantly, to have it reflect what I want to have in my life. To let it give someone who doesn't know me, either well or even at all, a solid idea of myself, my body, my mind, my soul.
The more I looked over it these last few months, the more I often changed it, inserting more intellectual references and suave self assured witticisms, but still I saw what it lacked.
The more I saw and felt the only true and right and beloved deion it could and should contain was...love.
The joy of caring, the elation of sexual union, deep and abiding compassion, the sensual act of touch, the smell and taste and sounds of affection, the respect of intimate and unflagging positive human regard, the vision of altruism, the singular romance of knowing you are and you can and you do and you need and you give that one precious wonderful thing that we all need in our lives; love.
It often seems to me in our kinky little corner of the universe there isn't much talk of that kind of love in profiles anymore, even though it also can take many shapes and forms; love of rope, love of play, love of sexual adventures. I hope we all will list more love and loves in our profiles. It's never too late. I'm not going to change my profile again though, please don't worry.
Let this note stand from this day forward as my more than official confirmation of my own proclamation to need want desire make spread create admire demonstrate dream bring deliver give ask understand and embrace more...
LOVE.
tHEGovernessJ I want flowers.
I want to whip you.
I want to stroke your cheek and smile into your eyes.
I want respect and awe and understanding and love.
I want foot rubs and leg rubs and back rubs and anywhere rubs.
I want you to know when to reach out to touch and when to kneel and wait.
I want you to want me fiercely, desire me utterly.
I want kisses. Little ones, fast ones, fierce ones, thigh-clenching-good kisses.
I want you to touch me like you’re trying to memorize the texture and shape of me.
I want affection and cuddling.
I want you to drop your eyes when I demand and meet my eyes when we talk.
I want you to miss me terribly when we’re apart.
I want you to know what you mean to me, how I cherish you.
I want humor and debate and dialog.
I want you to kiss the side of my neck while your hands grip my hips, my back.
I want to see you crawl – just for me.
I want to look at you in that special way and see you breathe deeply with desire and anticipation of what you know is to come.
I want to fuck you, penetrate you, tease you, deny you, please you, torture you.
I want
You.
Cucklife4me2 When Peter came to visit us. Peter loooked older in real life than he did in his profile picture. He was extremely well dressed and well spoken. He seemed mild mannered and not the typical Dom my wife normally goes for. After what seemed like hours of chit chat and a few glasses of red wine he finally got on to why he was actually here. That was to inspect Katie my wife and to find out how obiediant we were.
The conversation eventually got around to Katies underclothes. He started asking her questions about her bra and knickers. What colour they were, what material they were, where she bought them, how much she pays for them, how often she wears them. The questions were relentless. Then he asks if he could see her in just her bra and panties. He looked at me "You don't mind that do you Ted"? "er No" I replied. "Ok Kate I want you to stand up and strip down to your bra and panties for me" "Good girl" he said as she stood up and started undressing. She looked lovely standing there in just her undies. "Mmm" he muttered "A matching set, just what I like to see" He looks again at me. "Your wife looks very sexy Ted, does it bother you" he asks. "Does what bother me? that she looks sexy" I ask. "No Ted, does it bother you to see your wife take her clothes off so easily for another man"? "haha Oh no" I nervously laugh trying to make light of it, "I'm used to it now" I replied. "Does she make habit of it then Ted" he asks. "Well she is an exhibitionist" I reply.
"Ok Ted for this next part I'm going to require you to leave the room " "Oh no, Im comfortable now, I wont be a problem" I assure him. "No Ted as part of your obiediance test I must insist that you leave the room, go and sit in the kitchen and have a beer" he tells me. I want to interview your lovely wife in private, be a good boy and wait in the kitchen until I call you back in and don't worry I am not going to have sex with her, I will instruct her to get fully dressed shortly, I simply want to test her obiediance and limits, yours too Ted so be a good boy and wait in the kitchen until I call you back"
"Well if you insist" I mumble as I get up to leave.
Of course I don't go to the kitchen as told. I stand outside the front room door listening to what is being said.
I hear him telling her to remove her bra. the silence tell me she is complying. "Thats it my dear, just drop it there" I hear him say. "You have beautiful breasts Katie. stand closer so I can feel them, thats it" I hear him say. He asks her if her nipples are sensitive and by the sound of her shreek I'm guessing he is squeezing her nipples while fondelling her breasts.I can just about hear a few Mmm's and Arrr's and It sounds like he is playing with her tits for some while. "There lovely" I hear him say.
"Ok Katie, now the panties, Just lower them down a little. Mmm I love a fully shaved pussy, Wow that is very smooth Kate, Did Ted shave that for you"? I hear him ask. "Yes he did" I hear her say in a soft shy voice. Did he do that for ny benefit Kate" he knew I was coming to inspect you today. "Lower your panties a little more for me. Thats hit down to your knees. Part your legs a little more, Mmm thats it. That's lovely. Mmm your so wet Kate. Do you like this"? I hear him ask her. She replies faintly "Yes Sir I do"
He tells her to let her panties drop to her ankles. "Mmm just stand there like that for me" I hear him tell her. "You are so horny" he says. "I must get a couple of pictures" it goes quite and I'm guessing he is getting his phone out and photographing her.
I have been standing outside listening and wanking myself. I didn't want to cum as I wanted to fuck her after he had gone but I couldn't help cumming at the thought of what was happening.
I heard him telling her to kneel down and unzip him. She was obviously complying. "Thats it put it in your mouth, Ohhh thats lovely" I can hear him moaning as she sucks him off. After a while I hear him telling her not to swallow. "Hold it in your mouth" he tells her. from his groans it is obvious that he has cum in her mouth."Open your mouth let me see" he tells her. "Good girl" He tells her to gargle before allowing her to swallow. He again tells her shes a good girl and she knows how to suck a cock.
"I bet you've had a lot of practice" he jokes. Just clean me up a little" Mmm thats very good" he tells her.
I hear him say "Ok my dear you can get fully dressed now
and go tell Ted I said he can come back in"
"Thank you Sir" I hear her say in that soft voice of hers.
TeaMenthe The Brightest Mark of Ruin
She had warned him. Not with raised voice or trembling lip. The way a storm warns you: a change in pressure, a stillness that precedes something absolute. She had looked at him with those eyes that always saw further into him than was comfortable and said, quietly, with the patience of someone who has never needed to repeat Herself:
"Your body is mine. Your word is mine. Everything you signed your name to belongs to me now. Cross me unforgivably and I will not punish you. I won't need to. You will lose everything we have built, and it will be like poison in your veins."
He had meant it the way weak men mean everything: completely, warmly, right up until the moment it cost him something.
There was a contract. A real document, negotiated with Her characteristic precision, each clause a brick in something She was genuinely building. He had signed it with both hands steady and the particular glow of a man who has just been given more than he deserves. The ink was barely dry before he started deciding which parts applied to him.
The protocols She had built as architecture, the daily rituals that kept him tethered and honest, he let them erode with the indifference of someone who has confused being trusted with being unsupervised. Then he put his hands on someone else. Not a stumble. A decision, made repeatedly, to take what belonged to their bond and spend it somewhere cheaper. He came home from it and looked Her in the eye and said nothing, and that silence was its own act of violence.
When She found out, She came to him without hysteria, without tears, with complete and devastating composure. She asked him once for the truth. What he did next cannot be softened. He became physical, used his body the way cowards do, and drove Her from the home and safety that had been Hers. She left not because She was weak but because She has never once in Her life tolerated the intolerable.
She did not come back. She didn't need to.
The community moved the way water moves around a stone. No tribunal, no dramatic exile. People simply became unavailable. Conversations ended when he entered them. The doors didn't slam. They simply stopped opening. And She had not campaigned, had not made calls, because women of genuine authority do not need to destroy you manually. They tell the truth once, to the people who matter, and the truth does the rest.
He still tries. He appears at the edges of gatherings with the careful posture of someone who has rehearsed his normalcy, performing the shape of a man who has grown and arrived humbly at the gates of a second chance. Every experienced Domme in the room clocks it within minutes. The hollowness. The grasping. The unmistakable vibration of a man whose submission is a strategy rather than a truth. They decline, one after another, sometimes without a word, sometimes with a look that says they know exactly what they are looking at.
This is Her work, and She isn't even trying.
The contract still exists. She has it. Every line he failed, every clause he desecrated, every promise subsequently dismantled brick by brick. It is not a document anymore. It is an accounting, and it will follow him into every room he tries to enter, every connection he tries to build, every carefully managed first impression, until he has repaid what he owes in full. Everything must be returned to Her as was originally decreed for the poison to ebb. To the world he dirtied by what he did to Her, to the fidelity he shattered, the safety he violated, the home he poisoned : These things do not expire. They accrue interest.
She is woven into the world he still wants access to. Her judgment lives in it. He cannot go anywhere She has not already been, cannot reach anyone She does not already know. She is not a chapter; She is the book, and he is a footnote in a hand everyone can see was shaking.
She is not thinking of him. That is precisely the point.
He is living inside the shape of Her absence, and it fits him like the life sentence it is.
GoddessVenom666 As those who choose to worship Me know, Goddess devotes Her Time, Her Energy, and Her Wisdom to slaves She selaspects. This is part of Who Goddess is. Growth for slaves is paramount.
This necessarily takes effort. In October, Goddess has selfishly focused only on Herself. My Growth. My Beauty. My Happiness. My Pleasure. Think of the absence of Goddess from this platform as simply an extension of locktober. slaves are denied something even more pleasurable than orgasm. They are denied Me.
Depsite this, four have shown the depth of their worship. Praising Me. sending Me energy. Worshipping. Such darlings. Demon, Kitten, Anastasia, Bunny are seen and valued. Rewards of worshipping Me even in My absence are tremendous as even non reciprocal worship gives you strength.
others, Lexi, Butterfly, Lu, Kira have lives that have taken them on various paths apart from Me. But still are valued, and are welcome in My Realm when their lives permit.
a few have disappointed and could do better.
those nervpus about approaching should do so. I am glorious. I will uplift you even as you sink into deep emotional and spiritual enslavement to Me. I always want more souls and more energy.
Sometime in November I shall return. And provide health and joy to those worthy, but especially to those named.
kisses, pets
Missblue303 The below is a great place to start..
Rules
1. The male must always practice respect, whether in private or public. Stand when she enters the room. Sit (or kneel) as soon as She is seated.
2. Be totally attentive: open doors, offer her your coat, she sits first, begins to eat first, and always ask permission to leave her presence.
3. The male should never speak unless spoken to, or unless anticipating the needs of his Mistress.
4. The submissive will never sit with legs spread or slouch in a way typical of untrained males. Good posture and decorum is a sign of respect.
5. The male will never stare at a woman without her permission. Unless the woman seeks eye-contact, the submissive will keep his eyes lowered at all times.
6. When walking with his Mistress, or any woman, the submissive will keep his gait in step with hers, which usually means taking smaller steps. The male should always be at least 1-2 steps behind, but not too far because he must open all doors.
7. The submissive must always be pleasant, never argue and never pout.
8. The male surrenders control of how he spends his time, how he dresses, what he eats, where he sleeps, the friends or acquaintances he is allowed to keep.
9. The submissive must remember that his orgasm does not belong to him but to his Mistress. It is Hers to use or deny... however she sees fit.
10. The submissive may never touch his own genitals without the permission of his Mistress. When washing, he must use a wash cloth or brush, never his hands.
11. The submissive should never buy his own clothing without the guidance of his Mistress. He should buy what pleases her, not what he likes.
12. When urinating, the submissive will always sit on the toilet... no exceptions.
13. The submissive must submit to eating only “submissive food” selected by his Mistress whenever she requires it.
14. When a meal is over the submissive must be quick to clear the table and wash the dishes.
15. The submissive must always give his Mistress the first choice of everything — She picks the channel on TV to watch, the restaurant to go to, the movie to see, the friends to entertain, etc.
16. The submissive will perform all household chores for his Mistress , to include(but not limited to): sweep and vacuum all floors and carpets mop all floors dust and polish all furniture make the beds every day wash and fold all clothing linen scrub bathrooms clean kitchen Cook meals wash dishes set the table shop for groceries take out trash and sort recycled items run all errands. Keep the lawn and grounds in great shape. Fix broken things around the house. Keep things maintained ie change the furnace filter every 3 months. Wash all cars inside and out.
MasterDomDok My car died. It died the same day I closed on my new house/dungeon pair. The cobblestones of my new town ate the last reserves that the power steering pump had. I got back to the rental, 50 miles East with a ride from a friend. I sat there for 2 weeks, trying to put together enough crap to move in. Borrowed a truck from a friend in the local-to-my-rental, got one load made with the washer/dryer stack, got them into the new place, not installed.
got back, didn't get another load for another week, on borrowed trailer, called my soon-so-be-exlandlady, who pulled the trailer, got me over with half my stuff.
two weeks later, we got a 3rd load, so I am mostly moved in.
I then started in on settling down, straightening up the debris. The dungeon will need lots of work, plenty of cash, which I have none of. Stay tuned!
Tain77 First Journal Entry
I am back on here after a long hiatus on this platform, fingers crossed, it works out better than the first time.
I am here looking to make friends, and who knows what after that. One thing I have found so far is that not much has changed, those jumping into my inbox still manifest many of the prior encountered issues: trying to insta me, using titles before they have been earned, fantasy pushing, and having the sort of energy and vibe of trying to use me as a kink vending machine. I am a person first, before being a dominant, so please don't do this.
A new one on me is seeing not being willing to jump to chat apps as a red flag, as a reason to think someone isn't genuine. To be very clear, I won't jump off this platform onto a chat app after a few brief message exchanges. Trust has to be built up, a connection of sorts created first. I am not interested in one of hook-ups, but want to build something more meaningful, and that will happen on here first. In my book trying to pull me off here, after a few minimal messages, definitely is one, and strongly suggests a scammer at work, not a genuine person.
Please don't try and do that.
Moonsbowsonder Her head dipped down as his hard cock almost jumped up to her mouth. She licked her lips as her mouth watered for him. She pushed his cock passed her partly parsed lips letting his cock pop in to her mouth, and then she pressed him deep. Her throat opened for him as she took him all the way down to his base as she swallowed, moving her throat. Her tongue rolling like the river as she pulled him out slowly so she could breathe and then plunged him deeply again. Her body started dripping, she always got so wet when she was taking him deeply. Like her vagina was jealous of the attention. She pulled him out and licked his head, placing a soft sweet kiss in the head of his cock before pressing him in deeply again, her hand slowly finding his balls and the other the base, as she founds the moves that make his body sing and his spirit live. She wants him to gift her with his seed, as she presses him in deep again, his hands found her curls, as he wrapped both his hands on the side of her head. He started moving with her movements fucking her throat, as he pumped hard and rough his cock swelled and then his body tightened filling her, shooting his hot sweet gift deeply down her throat. He slowly let go and leaned back, as she sat up. And cuddled back in to him. He ran his hands down her hair.
HardRoc577 It’s no surprise that I have been on this site Collarme now called CollarSpace a long time since Two thousand and eight and I am becoming impatient.
I try to be as transparent as possible whenever the time arises.
I have been lied to way too much to do anything less than be honest and hopefully get the respect of honestly back.
I have been lied to most of my life about big and small things As my birth mom would say I HATE LIES especially volunteer lies I felt that in my soul when she said that.
Willingness to communicate clearly is easier said than done
I have to say I put my all in everything I do and say and for many of these sites that I am on I feel like guys only see or want what they see or want and dont actually want the real deal just the fantasy of it all.
I would love to find a balance between the vanilla and the S/M world.
I feel like I am a very direct and transparent person but maybe I am not?
I am very tired of expending resources, time, and energy on frivolous endeavors. SIGH!!!
WitchyVibesDoeEyes Well, yeah, I spit blood when I wake upSink porcelain stained, choking up brain matter and make-upJust two days since the mainframe went down and I'm still messed upRoom feels like a meat freezer, I dangle in like cold cutsMissed calls, answer phones from people I just don't trustMirror talk, fake love, but I'll take a pound of your fleshBefore you take a piece of my pay stubWhite roses, black doves, Godmother, rise upI need you to see me for what I have become
My, my, those eyes like fireI'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyreCome now, bite through these wiresI'm a waking hell and the gods grow tiredReset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higherGrow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire
I guess it goes to show, does it not?That we've no idea what we've gotUntil we lose itAnd no amount of love will keep it aroundIf we don't choose it
And I don't know what's got its teeth in meBut I'm about to bite back in angerNo amount of self-sought furyWill bring back the glory of innocence
My, my, those eyes like fireI'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyreCome now, bite through these wiresI'm a waking hell and the gods grow tiredReset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higherGrow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire
angelfyre05 So, i have been told that if i edit my profile it takes a while for it to come back up so i will add a few things here instead.
1. If you message me and ask for money, you will be blocked and reported.
2. If you message me with "hi" it will not get answered. You are supposed to be an adult, use your words.
3. If you are a married couple, poly or looking for a house maid or an animal...sorry, not interested, please move on.
4. If you do not live in the US, i am sorry, but i will not relocate to another country, i love the one i am in.
5. If you are a submissive and want anything other than friendship, i will not answer you. I am not bi and i am not looking to serve with a sister. I have 5 sisters, i dont want any more lol
6. I will not download multiple chat programs so if i dont have what you have i am sorry (I only have 2)
I know, i know, i sound demanding for a sub. ;) Just trying to weed out the fakes and wannabes and those who only want a maid and cook.
GoddessVenom666 Just your casual reminder that I am super hot, incredibly sensual, and highly addictive.
I am always eager for new toys in this forum. The diversity of interests and minds and kinks and perversions never ceases to fascinate Me.
The opportunity to nurture and guide and definitely control a willing soul is a treasure.
If you are gender queer, broadly defined, and want to experience the gift of amusing Me, don't be shy. Reach out. I will take it from there and quickly have you addicted and wanting more.
Pegstresss It's that time of year! Exxxotica time!!
I'll be appearing at EXXXOTICA Edison & DC! Here is your opportunity to present your pathetic self to me in a public venue! The wise take advantage of this opportunity.
Edison dates: 24-27
DC dates: Dec. 5-8
ZensualDeviant Collarspace guidelines prohibit "trans exclusionary hate speech, consensual non-consensent, things which are unlawful, othering, culturally insensitive or hurtful". This and similar is common across social media.
It's as if PC Principal has invaded and occupied our online spaces:
https://youtu.be/Vvc1nxlJb-o?si=Jn3aS5FR-HX_E-8F
TotalOwnerforslave Slippery Feet
In the shower this morning, I became aware of the lack of feasibility of soaping the soles of my feet. I mean, slippery feet would lead inevitably to a crash.
That is where a slave comes to service. Before the delightful tending to My feet with warm water, soap and oil; before the tongue worship; after the ritual request to speak; before the satisfying engagement of eye contact over My toes with the lapping slave as it concentrates with adoration on the removal any dirt and smudges that may be on the soles of My feet; comes the anticipation of pleasure at the sound of warm water being poured into the wash basin that will be used as I recline in comfort.
The glance into the eyes on those times its eyes are visible as it labors up and down My soles when, in paroxysms devotion, it applies its tongue to the cleaning project. For Me, not infrequently, pleasure bordering on ecstasy.
And so, after I grant permission for slave to humble itself and order a refreshment, I settle back in My recliner to wait in happy anticipation the humble slave, that has become devoid of self; that is self respect, self care, self concern, self aggrandizement certainly, and has become nothing other than an appliance for My pleasure to provide the ablution with exaggerated care to My feet.
After it has finished the cleaning it will perform the permission to speak again, but, this time kissing a licking clean feet. Once I grant the honor of speaking to its better, it will express with emphatic enthusiasm gratitude for the opportunity to provide its Master with pleasure.
Life as it should be.
Master James
CosmicCunt 6/15 Mum is doing okay, not terrific. Sleep therapy is going so so and My nights are interrupted, though the Dr. seems pleased. After a day of good sleep, Mum seems more alert, mindful and able to complete more simple tasks. I'm convinced that she has had sleep apnea for the better part of 30 years. For the past 20 years, I've discovered a severe lack of follow through by her medical team and I would love to find an attorney who wants to spend the next 10 years on a medical suit. I've got the proof of medical negligence and am following the proper steps to making legal changes to law regarding diagnosis. Sleep tests should be standard exams given every 5 years for NO reason at all except to make sure we dont' have a bunch of zombies walking around after 65. Dementia is on the rise and much has to do with sleep deprivation and a lack of restorative sleep. Note: If you are not sleeping 6 hours or more, better get a sleep test cause you may not feel it now, but later on you will feel nothing but CONFUSION. Also, looks like gingivitis is another contriubuting factor which can come into play for Alzheimer's disease.
We, Mum and I, are navigating as usual. I'm very stressed, and tired, and learning how to manage through different therapies and self care. She is lovely as usual, most times. Life has a way of moving forward and together we strive.
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On the sub/slave front - we have had successes and oh so many hearty disappontments, so much dropped communication. For some reason, most men seem to have a hard time realizing if they are not here, I have little time to spend in communication with them over the phone. Oh well. The ones who stay the course, WIN - We win.
Again, I've tightened up the reigns on My searches:
Phone chat through Microsoft Teams or Google Chat, at night, pre-arranged day/weeks in advance.
I'm seeking those who wish to be part of a ds family, permanently with a woman who is HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD. We start at ground zero and build from there, regardless of where you are starting from.
I'm not abusive or a fantasist. I am also not going to force you into doing anything for Me and Mine. Anyone serving Me is doing so because they want what I have and what I offer. This means you OFFER yourself up to Me and beg to be of service and to be utilized as I see fit.
As for what I am looking for: people who carry health insurance. lol No locking you away on My property indefinately unless I get security clearance and immunity from a higher authority. I mean it. Don't come to Me looking for prison. You stay because you know I have what you need and you help to PROTECT ME. Period.
Slavery is not legal here and My livlihood is on the line. All these fantasists who claim, "I'm a real slave or want to be, eating from a bowl on the floor, naked, shackled, beaten for the slightest offense". BE GONE! I don't have time or desire for your bullshit. We might have a night or two of , let's play doggy, but the rest of the time, I want PEOPLE, who want to be of REAL VALUE TO ME.
Be real, be genuine, be sincere and be looking for a life time of service where each of us continues to explore and develop our respective roles and responsibilities.
As a dominant woman, I am always on the lookout for like minds to share this journey. I appreciate honesty to a fault, manners, and kindness.
Hello to all and best wishes.
MasterDraconus 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.
Aridgarden thoughts from the peanut gallery
i am sure that it is the insulation of the internet that inspires such trollish behaviors but the attempts at baiting are truly pointless.
i know my true nature, and my place within a mutually gratifying Ds relationship, and my partner never has reason to question or doubt my submission to him. that being said, I am not particularly submissive to others, strangers with whom I have never engaged in conversation, family who would take the opportunity to walk all over me, etc, I am respectful to all but am not everyone's submissive.
i do live my life in service to others, caregiving and family household management, but again, my most true and strongly alpha submissive personality is only visible to the one individual to whom i freely grant possession of myself to.
should you read this and think, well she isn't really a submissive at all, or she should be on some other site, or I'm going to tell this bitch what is really up, please move on to someone else's profile, perhaps they are better suited to your interests..
i wish you all much luck and safety in your endeavors.
subbieforyouM I moved to NH around a year and half ago. I grew up here but lived in the Pacific NW for 30 years. I returned to be a caregiver for my mother after my father died in 2020. When I first returened I put some effort into finding a Dominant Women to serve. I was unsuccessful and eventually my commitment made it impossible to continue that search. So for most of the past year I have just lurked here, looking at profiles and contemplating what could be.
I now find myself without commintment and wish to again search for a Dominant to serve. I am free to live where I choose though I have many loose ends here to deal with.
I am looking for an intelligent Dominant who enjoys the mental aspect of control and who is looking for someone who is ready to learn how to be that which they wish. I am healthy, intelligent, creative and in good shape. I am financially secure. I enjoy being service oriented and wish to please my Dominant and make their life easier. I enjoy travel and learning new things. Helping others and being a good first mate to my Captain.
I welcome any correspondence and will also be initiating contact with the profiles I admire and dream about. I hope every one has had a great 2023 so far and who also has not lost hope as to what could be.
Krookedmind77 I have not been writing much in this journal but hoping it might just perk someone's interest. I just moved back from Texas and now living in Northwest Indiana. About 20 minutes from downtown chicago and live in Schererville just across the Illinois border. I have been on this site for many years unsuccessfully and still hold out hope to finally achieve my goal of serving a strong, Dominant Woman. I can assure You am for real and today the first of Decmember once again spending another birthday allone. I am not evil, and have met some off the site which has not amounted to anything . I am on Fetlife under subndyer and started to branch to other sites. I still hold out hope on this site. Am a single submissive which can be molded into a slave who has been off and on in the lifestyle for about 20 years. I have no children , no wife , girlfriend, hell dont even have a dog. But can assure You my loyality, respect, obedience, and You happiness is first priority. If I perk Your interest please drop me a line would not disappoint
transformme64 The following I did not write, but came across in here and it very much resonates with me.I think you are more suited to being kept as a submissive fetish sissy. When most people talk about a shemale they mean a girl who has a cock a girl who uses her cock... A frilly fetish sissy is something else entirely. A fetish sissy is not even allowed to have a cock we call it her clitty and we treat it like a clitty keeping it in locked chastity. The more needy horny a fetish sissy gets, the more she becomes controlled by her clitty and quite quickly she finds herself doing utterly humiliating things to please her superiors without so much as a whimper in fact, she often begs for more of the same. She is overwelmed with the desire to suck cocks or be bent over to be doggie bitch butt fucked to obtain her erotic pleasure. To become a submisive creature that wants men to subjugate her and use her to satisfy all their sexual desires and perversions. Using her and ifying her as a sexual toy for their pleasure and orgasmic release. Her oral and anal slut holes just cock receptacles to be filled with hot cum. A sissy sexslave as it were, obediently doing everything she is told no matter how humiliating it might be. Her desire for utter and total submission and humiliation compels her to obey without question.If you google shemale, youll be directed to sites of TS girls fucking males. If you google sissy, youll find frilly little creatures, often dressed in extremely fetish feminine attire getting fucked by a strapon cock or a real mans cock. Often the sissy is on her knees submissively sucking a mans cock like a good sissy cumslut. I think you are the later. I think you are a submissive fetish sissyslut.I think what you need is to have every trace of male left in you removed until you are hopelessly feminine in the most exaggerated ways possible. Totally transformed into a hot sexy slave bitch, then dressed, displayed and used as one.Willing even to submit to large breast implants. Your clitty needs to be locked away and the only way you would be allowed to find orgasmic relief is by being penetrated with stiff hungry cock or a dildo. Your libido and lust turned inward, your slutty desires only satisfied by phallic anal insertion or a mouth full of hard cock. Soon you will find your hips wantonly grinding up to meet your penetrator to attain your orgasmic femme sissy relief. Soon you will crave the company of dominate horny males seeking to use you as a cock slut for their pleasure and perversions.Now picture yourself like that deliriously horny tightly corsetted, locked in a chastity belt with large butt plug stretching your rosebud and filling your bottom, dressed in frills, garters, nylons, panties, petticoats, short revealing skirts, fetish leather or rubber, open ass hobble skirts, locked in the steepest stiletto high heels or ballet boots, ribbons, satin, latex and lace, often humiliated even in public. Often kept in some of restrictive bondage, your will or choice to resist your male suitors completely removed. Forced to submit to horny men orally and anally on a regular basis, transformed into a willing and wanton cocksucking cumslut sissy and bend over pussy butt bitch... Does that sound like you? Yes it most certainly does. You are a fetish sissyslut.
ThisGirlis26 Realy excited about Victorian lifestyle / Era as in this lifestyle, we are were expected to adhere to strict standards of propriety and modesty. We are expected to be submissive to our husbands and fathers, and to prioritize their domestic duties over any other pursuits.
Women were not seen as equal to men.
In a Victorian marriage, a wife was expected to be obedient to her husband and to support him in all of his endeavors.
She was also expected to manage the household, including caring for the children and running the household finances. A wife was expected to be loyal to her husband, and to maintain a façade of respectability and propriety in all interactions with others.
In the Victorian era, a wife was expected to have a number of duties and responsibilities.
These included managing the household, caring for the children, and supporting her husband in his endeavors. One of a wife's primary duties was to manage the household. This included overseeing the cooking, cleaning, and other domestic tasks.
A wife was also expected to manage the household finances, which involved paying the bills and keeping track of the family budget. In addition to managing the household, a wife was also responsible for caring for the children. This included feeding, bathing, and dressing the children, as well as supervising their education and moral upbringing.
Finally, a wife was expected to support her husband in his endeavors. This could include attending social events with him, providing emotional support, and helping him with his work if necessary. Overall, a wife in the Victorian era was expected to fulfill a range of duties and responsibilities in order to support her husband and maintain a happy and well-run household.
Sydisa I want to thank those who have reached out. I appreciate you.
If I haven't answered your message, most likely it's because you used limited words, such as "Hi, how are you?" or something equally short. I don't consider this a conversation or reason to start a more extended conversation with you.
The other reason I've either not responded or sent you my well wishes regarding your search is where you are located. I am clear that I am looking for someone local. I expect to meet with you face-to-face at a local munch (to me) and in person. (Face-to-face and in-person are the keywords.) This isn't easy if you are not local to the Bay Area. Service to me cannot be attended to if you are not local.
If you want to meet with me, you must travel to the Bay Area, have a place to stay and transport yourself at your own expense. You should plan on attending a local munch I attend.
I'm not going to meet privately with you, and I'm not going to call you.
CosmicCunt Okay, what is with mens profiles on here? Is this a matter of the Collar Gods not updating mens profiles or journals? Is it a matter of too many of them to approve?
I dont recall engaging with one man here whose age is accurate lol And we are not talking a year or two off, but typically a DECADE or more some times! lol
At least if your profile is not accurate, the least one can do is update in the first contact email. I should think this provides the appropriate degree of honesty upfront, while also reducing time wasted for you if the person does not like your stats.
As for Me, I could care less how old or young you are, with the exception of 20 year differences. Those kind of differences need a wee bit more considering to the extreme differences/challenges these may pose).
Also, what is with dominant men contacting Me and telling Me they are submissive/slave types, but they have no such information in their profile? Make another profile or have something prepared to share in your first email.
DEMONSTRATE SOME BLOODY EFFORT, YA LOUSE!
Facts are, I have gone to considerable lengths to share quite a bit about My motivation and vision. Still that is not enough for the energy hoards. Send pics they say. lol How about you tell Me what it is that I have written which speaks to YOU about Me and how you see YOURSELF SERVING ME. How about you lay out all the mundane shit you are just dying to do in order to get a wiff. Instead many begin with pics! I get it. Yet if we don't even have the makings of something which will work in the REAL WORLD, how come we need to see one another?
I'm54, Rubenesque, full figured, strong like bull. What else? Height? Weight? I'm a little above the average on both and stronger than any women I've known. I have good teeth, wear glasses, have allergies, am quite fair, and am letting My long strawberry dirty blondish grey grow out. I've hazel eyes and freckles, size 9.5 shoe, D cup and a large ass. I've never had a surgery or broken bone. Type O positive lol I'm shaved or hairy all depending on mood and My shit stinks lol The list of things could go on and on and it doesn't matter one fig in the long run.
What matters is that I get you and you get Me and we want to get IT together. This is discovered by YOU DOING WHAT I REQUEST and Me honoring what you have to share with Me. From there we both get to determine our suitability.
Oh yes, and what is with the supposed slaves offering theirself for ALL? I really don't get it. If you offer all, you should be here already not phone-finger fucking Me.
I'll tell you how My first introduced himself, got a picture, every alais I've got and is on speed dial on My phone.... wait for it.... in his FIRST email, he quoted My profile, commented on it and said why HE LIKED ME. Wow! There it is folks, the slave told Me what he liked from My profile! LOL
When he asked how to proceed, I told him we move to another chat venue (NOT PERSONAL PHONE LINES). He moved so fast I got whiplash!
We typed some words and after a few minutes things started getting convoluted -as TYPING THOUGHTS OFTEN DOES. I told him it wasn't working for Me and it wasn't going to work for Me if we didn't speak by telephone. BAM! - he said I could call him ASAP. I called him and the rest is, literally, history.
IF YOU CANNOT SPEAK BY PHONE I AM NOT INTERESTED. No where to go and time is a ticking!
Newsflash, I am not going to work overmuch to get you to submit yourself to Me. I am not a salmon or a trout. If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen and if you cant come off the porch, you can't play with the big dogs.
And don't get your hopes up, My tongue is worse than My lash...unless you are beloved and then you will get your just desserts! lol
LovingFLRforUs Feeling Grateful! A few days ago I was in a major accident, hitting a deer while I as going 75mph down a highway. I saw one deer cause another car to swerve and that deer made its way without incident, but I knew that meant there could be more. Before I knew it, there was a deer immediately in front of me and there was nothing to do but allow the inevitable. The sound was awful, the hood flew up and I got the car to the side of the road without further incident. Not quite 48 hours has passed yet, and I am grateful no injuries have surfaced beyond very minor bruises.
The next day, I learned from the wrecker driver what normally results from similar crashes. That choked me up and caused tears to start to flow. Yes, my car, which was not going to last much longer anyway, is done, but I am fine. I consider Myself lucky, blessed and My response is gratitude.
I know, not a "site" topic, but I am sharing it anyway.
Master23Mike Adding to the House of M - Our search for a slaveThe House of M is looking for a slave.We’re going to be picky, very picky. We will take out time in this search to find the right one at the right time for us. And because of that, we recognize this search will take some time.Our House and more specifically, our dynamic is built on communication, trust, honesty, intelligence, friendship and deep respect for each other. Those who are a part of it, are individuals that recognize that connection and relationship must exist in both the lifestyle as well as in the vanilla world to develop the kind of bonds that are required to create the richness we desire. We want one who will care a deeply about us as we will about them and share our values. We place a high value on intelligence, the mental aspaspaspects of the lifestyle, caring about each other, loyalty, seriousness in and about ones roles, as well as the ability to have fun and be let loose when the time is right.We seek a bi M masochistic slave (under 45), smooth with at least a slightly feminine appearance who is height weight-proportional. One who craves to serve and derives fulfillment from the act of giving themself to us. A slave who knows that their proper place is at a Master's feet, serving whenever, however, and whatever Master requires. Our vision is that my babygirl and I will both Dominate this slave equally as their Master. Not live-in, but possible in the future as part of this long-term dynamic. While there should be NO expectation for sexual use from either of us, they should be ready and eager to serve both of us in any way we choose. Our current needs include domestic, sexual and masochistic service, but know that as we intend for this to be a long time ownership, these needs will evolve and grow. We hope to find one who craves degradation, humiliation, objectification, and belonging, with limits that align with our own (see our profiles).For those who wish to explore becoming part of our House, write us and we can begin a conversation about it, but be patient, be respectful, come ready to show us who you truly are and most of all be patient. Take this time to get to know us as we get to know you.We are worth it - I promise you
TeaMenthe On Being Tended To
There is a particular kind of vulnerability in being sick that I have never made peace with easily. I am not a woman who softens gracefully under inconvenience. I do not do helpless well. A migraine, specifically, is an affront, the kind of physical mutiny that my body stages without my permission and that I resent with the focused irritation of someone who had other plans for the day and does not appreciate the interruption.
What I have made peace with is this: being cared for well, by someone trained to my specific requirements, is its own kind of power. It is not weakness to lie in a darkened room and receive exactly what you need. It is, in fact, the point.
I wake with it already behind my left eye, that specific pressure that announces itself before I am fully conscious, before I have had a chance to negotiate or refuse. The light from the curtain gap is already too much. I do not have to say anything. You are already moving.
This is what attention produces, real attention, the kind that is trained and deliberate and treats learning me as the serious undertaking it is: you read the quality of my stillness the way a sailor reads weather. You know before I speak. The curtains are drawn the rest of the way before I ask. The room drops into the particular darkness that a migraine demands, not full black but the soft gray of a room that has been told to be quiet. You move through it without turning on lights. I notice this. It matters.
The water arrives cold, with the specific glass I prefer, on the nightstand without a sound. My medication beside it, already sorted, already the right ones in the right order without my having to inventory my own suffering aloud. You have learned my protocols the way you learn everything about me: carefully, completely, understanding that the details are not optional and that getting them right is the baseline expectation rather than a performance deserving praise.
You adjust the pillow without being asked. I note this too.
The house goes silent. Not the silence of absence but the managed silence of someone who has taken on the task of keeping the world at a specific volume so that I do not have to. Inside there is nothing: no television, no movement that is not careful, no presence that asks anything of me. You understand, or you will understand, that tending to me when I am unwell is not about hovering. It is about calibrated invisibility. Being precisely available and precisely absent in exactly the right proportions, which requires more intelligence than most people give it credit for. I am not interested in someone who needs to be seen caring for me. I am interested in someone who simply does it, correctly, without making their effort my problem.
You bring a cool cloth without being asked and place it over my eyes with hands that are exactly the right temperature and exactly the right pressure. Not tentative. Tentative is more irritating than bold when I am in pain. You do the thing or you do not. You do not do it halfway and then hover at the edge of the bed waiting to be told you got it right. You already know whether you got it right. If you do not know, you are not ready for this.
I sleep for a while. When I surface you are in the chair, not at the bedside, not making your presence into a demand I have to respond to. Simply there, available the way a room is available: quietly, without agenda. The water has been refreshed at some point without my noticing. This pleases me more than you will ever hear me say.
By afternoon the worst has passed into the dull aftermath, that wrung-out flatness that follows a bad migraine like a gray tide going out. You bring food without asking whether I want it, because you know that I will refuse food when I should eat and that part of your function is to override my worse instincts with gentle, firm consistency. It is exactly what you know I can manage: nothing that requires effort, nothing with a smell that will undo the fragile progress of the afternoon, presented without ceremony or the implicit pressure of someone waiting to be thanked.
I eat. I do not thank you. You do not require it.
Later, in the thin early evening light, you sit at the foot of the bed and work your hands over my feet with the focused attention you bring to anything you do for my body, slow and deliberate, the kind of pressure that does not ask anything back. I lie with one arm over my eyes and the understanding that I want from you in these moments is not sympathy and it is not performance. It is competence. It is presence without weight. It is the specific quality of someone who considers this a privilege rather than an inconvenience, who moves through my discomfort with the steadiness of someone who has made my comfort their entire purpose for the day and requires nothing in return.
You do not ask how I am feeling every twenty minutes. You do not make small sounds of concern that require me to reassure you. You do not treat my pain as an opportunity to demonstrate how caring you are. You simply handle it, quietly and correctly, and you let me be unwell without making my illness into a performance we are both starring in.
This is what I require. Not grand gestures. Not visible sacrifice. The quiet, intelligent, sustained attention of someone who has studied me carefully enough to know what I need before I need to say it, and who finds their satisfaction not in being acknowledged but in the simple fact of having gotten it right.
If you can do this, on the days when I am at my least, when there is nothing glamorous or cinematic about what is being asked of you, when the task is simply to be useful and invisible and exactly correct, then you understand something essential about what this life actually is beneath the surface of it.
It is not always the collar and the candlelight.
Sometimes it is the cool cloth, the right glass, the chair in the corner, the silence held like something precious.
Get that right, and you will have understood something that most never do.
AKRONOHIOMAN 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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worshipru123 The Women here are inundated with unwanted messages. For that reason, I won't initiate contact.
If you would like to know about me, see if we have kinks in common, you'll have to start the ball rolling yourself. It really isn't that difficult.
You won't be one amongst dozens of other messages I receive, I promise you.
worshipru123 -Michigan
TheIronMistress Hello to the Newbies, Lifers, Kinksters, and PowerPlay People,
This was my favorite place to blog. When it was bought and they made it hard to post in your profile and changes required a wait to be approved, which went on for part of a year, I left.
My life has been moving and doing since I was last on here often posting my thoughts. I still have saved the oiriginal posts I put in my profile. Some of it was some interesting shit I don't want to rewrite for a podcast or a book.
We are all here to be open, open on the inside and with many hiding their outside with masks and fetish wear..lmao but open still. Wide open aren't you, you cumsluts.
To the Men who are just kinksters and here for sex primarily, most of you don't interest me in the least. I am born a naturally Dominant/Alpha and even in my vanilla life I am the one in charge. Period. If you are not able to submit without worrying about sex and orgasms, if you need to act up to be punished, you are not of interest to me.
My interests include spending a LOT of my time painting, writing and getting an art business up and running so I am independant and no longer on SSI after breast cancer. One of the things I dealt with in my time away from here.
I am a computer geek, with two pitbulls, art supplies for several businesses, and I am home with a great garden and mobile home spot I will sell in a few years. Someone who wants to create art or go tech and work on websites, social media for stores, etc. or a good dog person, house cleaner who has a great vocabulary fits my lifestyle. Lots of free time to learn and improve your own life is a good fit as well.
My life has included fantastic sex, better than yours in most cases. I prefer to wait to have a superior time than fuck someone not worth a dime. I am getting shit fixed in my life before I care about a sex partner. My sex type is not the same as my companion type, unless you are a computer geek with a great smile, abs, ass and eyes....lmao
Let life roll and have fun,
Lola the Iron Mistress
MsPam4u No one stays around for long. This is the famous words, I hear: "I don't think I can relocate after all, have lived here all my life" "I need some space to clear my head, it's not you, I am just so confused" "I can't get you out of my head, I tried by not talking to you and it just made me want to talk to you more, I just want to be with you, but I am so confused,"
And in all of this?? "It's NOT you!" What else am I suppose to think?
BOYS have your ducks in a row, BEFORE a Mistress spends time directing you, with her words and stories, to begin the molding of your spirit to her will. That is just a small example of what I have gotten. This is also why a Mistress usually talks to several boys at the same time.
RavenMoonSiren Desire part 3
I slapped his erection and asked, "do you belong to me?"
"Ehn" he nodded, the veins in his arms standing out as he tensed and raised his hips again nodding as best he could.
I squeezed his erection roughly. Scooting my body backward and hovering over it.
"Do you want to be inside of me?"
He made a strangled noise and thrust up in my grasp. I slammed down on him. Filling myself. Fucking myself with him as if he were just a living dildo. He moaned under his hood. A faceless man. An object. A dog.
Not allowed to cum unless I used the command word. The special word. One I won't write here.
I moaned and rode him leaning back and grinding so that his pubic hair tickled my clit, then leaning forward to press the sensitive bud into his pubic bone. I could feel myself clenching around him and dripping, soaking us both as I drew closer to my orgasm.
"Please. your. Empress," I hissed, "hold your breath for me." I pressed my hands over his mouth and nose in his hood and rode him harder, my ass and thighs clapping against his thighs. And for 40 seconds he seemed to be calm but then he began to buck, fighting for air as he neared a minute without, his heart beat furiously in his chest, visibly so, and his bucking slowed, I felt myself there at the edge of my orgasm, I let him have air and released his bound arms. Tired from restriction he reached out slowly and grabbed my thighs and hips and thrust up into me furiously as I cried out in pleasure. Dripping around him as my pussy sucked and twitched and clenched around him.
Obediently he didn't cum.
Once I finished he put his hands back beside his head so that I could bind him again. He lay there still. His dick still deep inside of me. His heart still racing as his chest rose and fell.
I climbed off of him and stumbled towards the door as he lay there on the floor. I gave him one final look and said, "good night, my pet", before I clicked off the light, left the room, and locked the door. Leaving him there on the floor, tied in his hood, bound, naked, alone, erect and frustrated in the dark. While I, well fucked and satisfied, returned to my bed and my book.
MistressVNN
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.
MorghanXX I don't really like doing "negative space" posts, but a few things:
I do not do "sessions". I'm not a prodomme, I'm not interested in casual anything. If I pursue something, its because I think it has potential for an ongoing dynamic of substance. I'm also not a findomme, and have no interest in folks whose primary motivation is in that realm.
Doms - some of your cohort are giving you a seriously bad name. Here's what keeps happening. A Dom contacts me, says they want to do the equivalent of talking shop. Within a few exchanges they're pushing boundaries, either telling me they want to flip the and sub, or telling me how wonderful they are and bragging all around, or in one case, attempting to pathologize my own participation in the lifestyle and dismissing any woman with interests in this realm. Guys, don't do this. It just makes you look bad, and I'm happy to use the block button when things go down that path. You're here on a site for finding people who complement your preferred power orientation. Go forth! Pursue them! Have fun! Just leave the Dommes alone, we're not buying.
Geez, what else. Please be ready to engage in conversation of substance. I'm not looking to chat forever, but I am looking to chat until I can see that you are a consistent, reliable, engaging individual who can connect with me on a materially significant level. I'm not going to invite you to my off-site world unless I feel you've proven those things, because I don't need fifteen "hi" messages a day blowing up my phone from folks who don't bother to string together a full sentence.
Ahh, venting complete. I might even delete this later, but for the moment, it needed to be said.
OneOldSoul I have an exercise I've used on people over the years. Its funny my biggest success story with this was a subs guy who really wasn't sub. This got him in touch with himself. And it turns out he was Dominant.
Lesson 2
This can be a little tough to maintain. Remember if this was real life breaking position would get you disciplined.
This position is commonly called Nadu.
Now for the 15 minutes I want you to look at the girl in the mirror. Notice how she sits, how she squirms as you look at her. How she Flushes under your gaze.
And then think about how you feel in position as ordered, how you feel to be gazed upon, how you look.
When the timer expires organize your thoughts and then put it down in a 750 word essay. Really think as you write and be honest to yourself.
When your done I would have you send it to me so we can discuss how you see yourself vs how i see you. But your not mine so put this in a safe place you'll be reading it later.
subMeghan Hey everyone! subMeghan here...
As always, as required by my dom, I need to announce to you all that as I type this I am naked wearing only my dog collar...
Just a quick journal entry. My dom and I just finished an awesome puppygirl session and I have been informed that I was was a very good girl! Yay! Now my dom has decided to reward me and is using a vibrator on me right now..
He thinks it would be funny to watch me try and type as he is pleasuring my pusssy. However, he said I can't cum until I finish this journal. He is watching me type this and laughing at me. Good thing I have spell check! Ha! I am not allowed to speak to him, if I want to say something to him I must type it here.
My dom says to tell you if I'm a horney slut. Yes, I am a horney slut! Please my I come?
He says not yet. Damn! he has turned up vibrator. he knows what i like/ He says type louder. OK, I AM SUBMEGHAN I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT I AM A SUPER HORNEY SLUT! PLEASE MAY I COME NOW, SIR!!!!!!
nO?!?! WTF! pLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I WANT TO CUM SIR111
ok. yes sir i'll say that, then can i cum? my dom says show everyone that your a dumnb cunt and bark like a fuckng dog. WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! STUPID SUBMEGAN IS DOG!!!! i am barking
thank god, ge says i can come after i say goodbye.
bye
SlutSnuggleButt Does anyone else feel the pain!!!!
I don't necessarily hate one-liners, but I do prefer to have more substantial and thoughtful conversations with people. It shows that they are genuinely interested in getting to know me and are willing to put in the effort to make a connection.
When someone sends a one-liner, it can feel like they aren't really invested in the conversation or interested in me as a person. It's important to me to build meaningful connections with people, and that starts with engaging and thoughtful conversations.
Of course, everyone has their own preferences and communication styles, so what works for me may not work for everyone. But as for me, I'm looking forward to having deep and meaningful conversations with those who are interested in getting to know me better! 🌸😊
Madametanya All Slaves expect to be used. All Slaves expect to be punished . All Slaves must learn Master decides everything about it's life of servitude. All Slaves must learn to be thankful of Master's guidance and usage of His property. Those are the only "expectations" any Slave is allowed. Master might loan Slave to another Master for special training . Master could decide to trade Slave or sell Slave. . Slave goes where it is taken and told to go. Slave NEVER questions Master or Master's authority to make all decisions concerning Slave. Slave is Slave.
MissDAR For those of you that may want to , but can't really move, I'll say what you probably have heard many times. FIND SOMONE LOCAL.
On the other hand I could use someone remote to help develop a website with lifestyle merch for sale that I have designed myself. Mainly clothing . I know I can do 2 things one is get someone else to build it from a place like fivver . No problem but the subject is kind of sensitive so I'm not sure about getting someone else to do it that is outside the lifestyle. The other thing is to do it myself as I have done sites myself before. But it's time consuming and I spend most My time designing and marketing.
However I would rather find someone in the lifestyle to do it even if it means I pay someone .
The other thing I am looking for is for someone to seriously get me started in crypto. Not just a statement like " go to this site and sign up" . I know there is a lot more to it . There are courses and some follow crypto gurus to immulate what they do .
I know this is maybe something I'm just putting out there on a limb but if I don't put it out there then it won't be known I'm also looking for that as well as getting someone here fulltime.
DeviantJourney 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!
justApebble2 people are always asking what my kink or my fantasy is
I want a who enjoy the play as much as I do. one who not afraid to use a girl for the same needs she has as well. one who can Master himself but also Master her, omg he a shadow daddy! I want a Master who would take my big alien dildo and shoved it up my cunt or mak me wear a plug in my ass. then leave me there plug all day while he does his own thing. sometimes he uses me, sometimes he play with me and sometimes he leaves me to my own to get lost in my service to him in my mind.
I want to be his play thing so I can be his captive slave girl who he use as his play thing and doll. dress up in his leather,rope and may other things!
those who want to put me in leather and rope, stuff my cunt with a dildo and make me ride it and orgasm for hours
and
these who want to hook my nipples to a milking machine and make me ride a dildo till Im a puddle
get moved to the front of the line
I like these creators and want to recreate this with you - they all on fetlife
_Inquisition_
deargreyh0und
_TheDollMaker_
The_Woodsman_
GreedyGod
I honestly have little interest in your unless you take the time to go look at these creators pictures and videos. I know what I want and how I want it and I need that 24/7.
Minoan Noone Owes You A living
In the last few weeks, I've learned a lot of painful lessons. Top of the list is learning that no matter how solid you may think something is, no matter how well built and diligently assembled you may feel it is, no matter how recently it's solidity was tested and found good and true, that something can fail with breathtaking speed. Literally here today, gone tomorrow.
As a consequence, I find myself amazed that I STILL have to learn not to put too much reliance on one thing. We all need supports, we all need things and people in our lives that matter to us and who we matter to, but the lesson is that such things and people must, by virtue of necessity, be a plural. If we become too reliant on a single support then we run the risk that, should that support fail us then we fail with it. The collapse can be dangerous mentally, emotionally and physically because not only is so much of our structure built on that support, but there's not a huge amount left to work with when it's gone.
So spread the load, don't put too many eggs in one basket and, whatever you do, don't put all the eggs in one basket.
Secondly, and equally surprising that I STILL haven't learned it, is that as much as we want to be good for others and to show them love and support and kindness, we have to also do that for ourselves. We must remember to be an advocate for and believer in ourselves before we attempt to do those things for another. I feel this is for two reasons.
Firstly, if we cannot be for ourselves what we seek to be for others, how much value does what we offer actually have in our own eyes? How can we offer ourselves to another if we don't think we have much value and, in truth, don't actually want or like our self? Isn't that basically re-gifting the shitty present you got for Christmas or a birthday, and if it is what kind of a way is that to treat or see either ourselves or the person we offer ourselves to? Aren't we essentially saying that we hold them in such high regard we want them to have something we don't value or like or have a use for?
Secondly, assuming we do value our own love and support and kindness, we must always keep a personal stash of it just for our use. We must do this otherwise we risk the damaging, diminishing effaspects of someone taking those valued parts of ourselves and, instead of giving us the best of them in return, suddenly deciding they've had their fill and they're moving on. We are left not just lacking in the resources we need to function in their absence, but also knowing that we only have ourselves to blame for assuming that just because we wanted the best for them doesn't mean they're obliged to want the best for us. And if they did once, we have no right to assume they will continue to do so just because we want them to.
The third lesson is simple; people change, and nothing changes people like other people. We are all dynamic, constantly evolving and constantly discovering new places we want to go and new people want to be with and new people we want to become. And if that holds true for others then by definition it can and should hold true for us. We are not who we were, we are not really who we because really we're just constantly becoming who we will be. In the face of that, stability is an illusion and the only person we can and should truly depend on is ourselves. Everything and everyone else is temporary in our lives. We are permanent.
And the last lesson is a cliche. If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it doesn’t, then it was never meant to be.
foreverslavery A slave define destiny ;
A slave surrenders all its human rights and civil liberties and indeed it has no real need of them. The slave is after all just a mere nonentity that is the owned property of its lawful owner. A slave is not its owners spouse, lover, friend, associate, colleague; it is its owners owned property...period. The slave cannot say what it pleases, do what it pleases or go where it pleases. It can only do what it is told and go where it is told. Being a slave is by no means an easy option in life. A slave must have plentiful labor to keep it busy during the day so it’s never really idle. Some owners require it to endure painful suffering in order to alleviate their own stressful anxieties and/or to enhance their three dimensional cathartic euphoria and improve and maintain their general well being. Even when safety is ensured it is no easy task for the slave to endure. it has been the custom and tradition for a slave to be kept completely in various types of restraint to restrict but not prevent movement. Such restraints have varied but included shackles, locked or soldered collars, locked chastity restraints. These have served a purpose of demonstrating to the slave and to others that it is property that owns and has access to nothing of its own and that it is completely owned and under the absolute power of its designated owner. It also additionally served to reinforce the slavery through humiliation, degradation and subjugation. When it comes to clothing there is little room for compromise. Clothing for a slave is a privilege and slaves clothing is chosen for them, they embrace the Masters desires plain and simple . Failure to adopt this simple rule will give the slave ideas above his station. A slave belongs to its owner and is on the periphery of its owner’s life, not at the center of the owner’s life. It places a servile and support function role only. Its conduct in slavery must be impeccable and it must never ever let its owner down. A slave is never allowed to look at its owner's face. A slave should never ever have access to the same luxuries that a freeborn person has. It should be housed in a small locked room or a cage when it is resting or sleeping or otherwise not required. Adequate heating and ventilation provided along with food and drink and mobile toilet facilities during its confinement stay. Once owned the slave should not have any further contact with family or friends nor should it watch television, listen to the radio, read newspapers, periodicals, books, use the computer, or telephone and write to anyone. It also has no right of complaint about its treatment as a slave or any right of appeal to a third party. It is property that is owned and so it must remain. Once negotiations have ceased and agreement reached about the parameters of the said slavery, the slave itself must offer itself unconditionally and not place any hindrance in the way of its owner’s legitimate right to use her owned property as she herself chooses within the agreed parameters.
xxbeautifulxliexx I used to love whoring and slutting around. There wasn’t anything quite as fun as finding a new cock to play with – I was always thrilled at how fast I could get a guy hard and how hard I could make him cum with my mouth or my cunt. Fucking was the only time I felt genuinely confident in my 20’s.
A lot of that came down to Kevin. I belonged to Kevin (on and off) for over a decade. He was my first D/s relationship, and his primary focus and kink was whoring me out. He loved having me be an absolute filthy fucking slut for him, and the confidence and power I felt in that role over time was incredible. Through him, I learned how much power a woman could have in herself by submitting to her own sexual desires. It wasn’t just that Kevin loved having me be a whore (as much as I wanted to think that was my sole purpose at the time), I fucking loved sex and I loved the attention and desire I felt from men in those moments.
I loved the strength and confidence I gained from their desire; it was a strength that lasted a lot longer than the encounter did, that’s for damn sure. I didn’t need their reassurance or their attention after. I didn’t need them after, period. I got my reassurance from Kevin. His praise and enthusiasm for my behavior reinforced the strength that I gained and reinforced my confidence in my skills. I didn’t have shit for confidence walking down the street or walking into a party to be around strangers, but the second I was presented with a hard cock, it was Game. Fucking. On. THAT I knew I could handle with perfect confidence, grace and skill. And I fucking relished every moan, groan, sigh, gasp, and trembling muscle from the man I was with.
In my 20’s, I was somewhere around 340-375lbs. I didn’t really get on a scale very often, so I honestly don’t know how much I actually weighed. What I do know, is that it was Kevin who taught me that my size didn’t preclude me from being desirable. When I moved to “the big city”, I had the opportunity for basically unlimited male attention, which was a first for me, having grown up in the middle of nowhere Nebraska. Kevin encouraged this exploration, but also gave me very distinct rules and boundaries (he’d more than learned by that time that I had no idea how to establish, let alone maintain, my own boundaries). He made me go to Planned Parenthood to get my birth control shot. He “gave me permission” to tell guys to fuck off if they didn’t want to use protection for sex; I could ‘blame my Owner’ if they were at all hesitant. Having all this attention from all these different guys, never having to go more than a few days without sex if I didn’t want to, god – it was fucking incredible! And in the background, was Kevin, telling me what a fantastic little whore I was.
When it came to being with Kevin, it was an even bigger reassurance. He told me once, during a moment of extreme insecurity, “I don’t give a shit what you look like, Lisa. What I care about is control.” I knew I could give him that better than anyone, the question was, did he actually mean it? The short answer is, abso-fucking-lutely. When my stunning beauty of a roommate (who’d played with Kevin over the phone and online multiple times) joined us one night, I figured it was going to be game over for us. She was a knock-out compared to me and way better at everything sexual than I could ever dream of being. He was choking her with his dick and she freaked because he wouldn’t let her control the pace or how far down her throat his cock went. She jumped up and took off out of the room to go smoke a bowl and calm down and he called me over. Despite her naked self standing mere feet from him, perky ass and tits on full display, he was totally soft. The second I put his dick in my mouth and let him choke me to his hearts content, he was rock hard and having the time of his life.
She eventually came back to the kitchen table where he was sitting while I sucked him off, and I remember feeling an unbelievable surge of pride as he praised me, telling me what a good girl I was, how much he loved choking me and making me cry, how pretty my tears were. And when he finally came in my mouth, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that for some men…it really is all about control.
And I was officially hooked. That was all I wanted from that moment on, and to a large extent, it’s still all I want. Especially when it comes to any type of D/s dynamic. I don’t fucking care about the sex, whips or chains…I want the man who gets rock hard simply because I love to obey, to give up as much control as possible. I want the guy who gets off leaving me a list of chores to do in the morning and is way more turned on by me having completed the whole list plus some, then having to “punish me” because I failed to do those tasks. I want the guy who’s dick goes soft because a girl tells him ‘no’ (and he would never dream of pushing her beyond that ‘no’), but he gets hard as steel, instantly, because where someone else says ‘no’, I say ‘yes please and thank you’.
I don’t need gymnastics and props…they can’t do anything nearly as good as a hand in my hair and a deep voice whispering in my ear.
toserveandobeyU What is Y/your WHY?
If You are familiar with the Simon Sinek video which You'll find easily enough on Utube he asks the question about what is your WHY. The Why is what gets you out of bed in the morning, it's what motivates you and pushes you and keeps you constantly striving and pushing forward.
I was thinking about that video again today because I feel like it's a good question to consider when figuring out where I belong in this lifestyle. And simply put, I think that while I am searching for an Owner just like every other s-type here, I realize that what I am really seeking is my WHY or more specifically, that person who embodies my WHY. I'm not seeking an Owner because of the kink or because of some fetish though those are certainly the spices of this lifestyle. I'm seeking my Owner because I believe they will be the WHY in my life. I don't think I currently, truly have a WHY.
I think everyone wants to live a life of meaning and purpose. I think everyone wants to matter. I think everyone wants to know that when it's all said and done, there will be something they can look back upon and smile knowing that what they did made a difference.
I have a good job, but it's just that, a job. I've achieved professionally, but the truth is that my career has never been more to me than a means of paying the bills. I don't have any kids. I know a lot of people live for their kids but life didn't work out that way for me. So what is my life for? What is my WHY?
I think that's what I am searching for here. I think my Owner will be my WHY. I think They will be the reason i get out of bed smiling every morning. I think that in surrendering to Them, I allow Them to direct and control my life in a way that pleases Them and give me a sense of purose, direction and that through my service, worship and obedience to Them, I am living a life of meaning. A service sub or slave takes joy in pleasing, in washing every dish and scrubbing every floor for their Owner. We take pride in our willingness to do whatever it takes to make Them happy and we are grateful to Them for every single thing They allow us to do in service to Them. It's why we want to say "Thank You," when we fetch that glass of water for You. It's why we want to say "Thank You," after You've allowed us to pleasure You. Or, why we say, "Thank You," when You deny us pleasure as a means of making You happy.
There are certainly a lot of people who are only in this for the kink and fetish but I think there are a lot of us who are in this looking for our WHY too. And our WHY is a person we get to please and in allowing us to do so, they give our lives meaning. That's an extrordinary gift. And the truth is no matter how much You demand of us, no matter how hard You work us, no matter how much You push us, we will never be able to repay You for that gift. It's the difference between a life looked back upon with joy or with regret. It's why wanting to own an s-type is an act of grace and benevolence.
SuaveItalian L.A: I need a Female Domme or Switch date to a FemDomme Dungeon Play Party in West Hollywood Sat. Nov. 6
https://fetlife.com/events/1045163
I want to attend the Sweet Sadist FemDomme BDSM play party in West Hollywood Sat. Nov 6. The Dungeon is richly stocked with MANY BDSM play stations on the first floor. On the second floor is a lounge room and another bedroom with 3 or 4 clean beds.
I live in Northridge, San Fernando Valley, L.A. I will need you to pick me up in Northridge, take us to the BDSM Play Party in West Hollywood, and then take me back home to Northridge after the party is over at 1:00 am.
I am a Male Switch Rigger, but I will play as a male submissive on the main floor. I floggings, spankings, body worship and foot worship (100% ANY female body part), strapon sex, bondage, cock & ball bondage, and roleplaying. More of my fetishes are listed on my FetLife Profile, along with my BDSMTest.org test results.
Thank you,
SuaveItalian
MsPam4u I DID EDIT A COUPLE ENTRIES WHEN I REALIZED THEY WERE HARD TO READ, UNTIL I NOTICED IT CHANGED THE DATE...
I don't know if I should just give up or redo my profile or what. I have lost contact with some I wished to talk to due to short term memory issues that pop up from time to time. Those that I have a great conversation with just seem to disappear. If I am screwing up-tell me. I do talk a lot when nervous. I also try to lay it all out there so things don't come up later and be a red flag, and that can be overwhelming. I am very honest and open because I know what I need and want. Very few have been as open back, but I have appreciated it, Maybe I just need a break? I have grown weary of the search.
angeldmort Tonight's top email -
"You know your getting rid of 55 to 60 of potential contacts by restriction in your second paragraph?"
Well, first of all - "you're." A contraction of "you" and "are." Kinda tells me a lot right there.
I wrote back and responded to what I thought he meant. But no.
"Dimina its the political restrictions that throw out 55 60 of the potentials in line"
Then second, it's not "Dimina" and third, its not the second paragraph. It's the 4th and 5th sentence. Further clarifies the kind of person writing.
So I responded to THAT.
"If the political restrictions are the problem, then they arent actually potentials. They would be incompatible with me on many deep levels, and compatibility is the most important thing to me. The fact that they might not consider it an incompatibility, and would want to approach anyway, just further illustrates the basic incompatibility.
The bottom line is this it doesnt matter what someones kinks are, how much money they make, etc. If I cant respect them as people, I dont want to be around them in any capacity. If I cant respect them as people, then I ABSOLUTELY dont want to have to spend the kind of time with them that is required for kink, intimacy, or a relationship of any kind.
Its not politics. Its a basic test of character, intelligence and humanity.
No one on that side of the table is going to meet my requirements in those areas.
Or, to put it in the simplest terms if someone is in the same crowd as the self- proclaimed Nazis and isnt leaving, I dont want to know them."
Let me try to explain something here - If "liberal politics" is a hard limit, maybe don't contact people for whom fascism, libertarianism, and Drump are hard limits. Seems pretty straightforward to me. I mean, isn't a profile for finding common interests and weeding out incompatibilities? Contacting someone who you KNOW isn't interested in you, and who you know has qualities you aren't interested in, to complain that their hard limits keep you from approaching?
Whining is really unattractive, guys.
Then again, maybe he WANTED to be humiliated.
So... merry christmas, random complainy dude?
MistressNikkiVixen I’ve been looking at what fills my messages lately—and I have questions.
Too many hollow approaches. No restraint. No awareness. No sense of tone.
Just presence without purpose.
And I don’t believe that happens in isolation.
So I’ll ask it directly—
What are you cultivating?
Because the men arriving in my space reflect the environments they’ve been allowed to exist in. If they lack restraint, if they lack discipline, if they don’t understand how to approach with intention… that didn’t come from nowhere.
That was permitted. Reinforced. Played with.
And I’m not interested in inheriting the result of that.
There’s a difference between engaging and indulging.
If you that line long enough, you create men who don’t know how to regulate themselves. Who think access is casual. Who mistake attention for acceptance.
And then they arrive… unrefined.
I find that disappointing.
Because the standard, for me, has always been clear.
The men—and women—who serve me operate at a different level. There is restraint. There is awareness. There is composure.
I don’t lower myself to meet chaos.
And I don’t invest in weakness.
So this is a challenge as much as it is a statement—
Be honest about what you’re building. Be intentional about what you encourage.
Because what you allow will always show up somewhere.
And right now… it’s showing up in my messages.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
LadyLaurelin I was here awhile back and left. Hello again.
I propose a power exchange. About me. I am a strong willed woman. I know what I want in life and am patient enough to wait for it. I've been active in this lifestyle for over 18 years. I would describe myself as a firm and demanding, loving sadistic, that delights in pushing her playthings to the point that is just this side of no return. I expect obedience. I give love, kink and a place to belong (kneeling at my feet). The setting. I live in the woods on the river, deep in the heart of a vast and beautiful land. Where the sun rarely sets in the middle of summer and rarely peeks it's head out in the middle of its winter wonderland. The exchange. I want to play with you. To hurt and humiliate you. To tend your wounds and then hurt you some more. At the end of the day I want you curled at my feet with a hot cup of tea in hand while we share witty banter about the days many activities. I also want my dishes done. My floor scrubbed. My door fixed. My garage cleaned. My art room organized. My garden weeded. My front deck built. This could start as a two week vacation or a repeat visit but should end as a lifetime venture. Serious inquiries preferred.
MoonlitFox My Ideal Mommy Domme
The Background
The idea of submission to another is still a very new concept to me, and has come out only after a very long time of considering myself purely a dom for about fifteen years at this point. I still love being a Dom to my wonderful partners, and have no desire to change the way those relationships operate. At the same time, I now have a strong desire to explore this side of myself and experience a new side of the kinks I love so much. It makes sense to me, then, that this is something that I want to explore with a new partner.
This is not a comprehensive look at myself as a submissive. This is partially due to my own inexperience, and it is something that I hope to write about in the future. At this time, I do not know whether being a submissive will emerge as something that I want to explore for the rest of my life, or if it is something that will be less frequently desired. I have chatted with prospective dommes in the past, but they have all fallen through for one reason or another, and I am hoping to avoid that in the future (this is also not a post made to criticize those I have interacted with previously).
The list below is written generally, but I will make sure to say more about the specifics I desire from that under each bullet point. For those of you that do consider yourselves subs, I hope this assists you in further understanding your own desires as a submissive. For the Dommes out there, I am flattered you would read this, and that already constitutes a big green flag for me. 💚
The Criteria I Seek
1) Be confident with what you want out of a relationship with me.
Minoan I am English by birth, I just currently live and work here. WInters are hard and long and endlessly dark, summers are beautiful and short and endlessly bright. This is a place of extremes, where there is very little grey between the darkness and the light, much like myself.
I do not plan on staying here, and when I do move on it would be nice to have company, here or, ideally, in the world.
I am on Signal only. I am spiritual, born out of my time, believe shame and guilt are hurdles to be pushed past and overcome, and I behave as the situation requires.
I enjoy predicament bondage, corporal punishment, and distinguish between training, discipline and punishment. My skills include, but are not limited to, orgasm control, use of canes, balancing pain and pleasure, finding things most consider difficult to find, pushing limits and boundaries, mental domination and having an extremely open mind.
I am not a stranger to Gor, at all levels of commitment to its tenets.
Come and say hello. The worst thing that will happen is that you will add another name to your block list.
I am an acquired taste.
How about you? Byrdie Him: I want to have a 1950s style relationship with you!
Me: Then why did you contact me?
Him: I just said. I want to have a 1950s style relationship with you.
Me: But you are white.
Him: Is that a problem?
Me: In the 1950s, it would have been illegal for us to have a relationship.
Him: So?
Me: So, a 1950s style relationship between us would involve us not having a relationship.
Him: Some people did it, didn't they?
Me: Illegally, involving scandal and and the likelihood of violence and likely damage to at least one partner's class status.
Him: It could not have been all that bad.
Me: Loving vs. Virgina happened one year before I was born. Lynchings are still not unheard of.
Him: . . .
Me: Toodles!
YoungSissyTs drama at home :( mom turned her back on me and gave me an outcasted look earlier today all for her hubbys aproval... however i know shell do anything in the world to give my little brother a "fauther" exp. even it mean Xing me... in the end i cant hate her for what shes doing but dang .... talk about a shotgun round to the heart :(
big empty hole needs to be filled .... lol get it.
im very loyal and honest to the bone probably the nicest person youll ever encounter however dont get misslead ... i totally love to push my envolope and live life on the edge... ive expirienced and expiriemented with a lot in my opinion ... please dont ask... "" what kinda exp do you have -_____-"" just fill in the blanks as we conversate ... ... im ALL go with the flow so more then likey i dont know what im doing next week so idk if id be available or intrested in meeting you.. i know im not always on here but im ready for my next chapter and willing to give a special someone all of me to mold into their perfect being :)note im intrested in heading out to Texas, NY or socal(home) however not a deal breaker im just as intrested in nearly anywhere on the east or west COST!! more inland .... ehhh but will consider of course :) if your intrested drop a message anyone who takes a chance on me wont be disappointed. oh ps.. NO Flakes and for gods sake picture please ....
Butterflyfairy Above all else, I’d like my ideal M/s dynamic to be established on and occupied with love. Mutual respect is a must. W/we would foremost seek to meet each other’s needs completely in a monogamous relationship. He would be in charge, make the decisions, rules and protocols; but seek my input where appropriate and value my opinion. I would like to wear His collar (and leash when appropriate) as a reminder of O/our commitment.
Shared interests, in both vanilla and kink activities, should be present. Shared values would also be helpful, in both social, religious and financial concerns. I would hope, after some time, that this type of relationship might lead to a union of marriage or long term cohabitation / commitment.
Broadly, I’d like the power exchange dynamic to permeate the relationship both in and out of the bedroom 24/7, but that W/we both have our lives and lead them together and apart. I do not seek to be a “kept” slave, but I do want to know He is in control at all times. This can take the form of rules, protocols, and expectations / goals.
I would expect that full discussion of limits (hard and soft) would be discussed thoroughly, and that safe words wouldn’t be necessary or allowed once trust was established. This would aid in the vast possibility of CNC activities (within the confines of the pre-established limits). I would hope He would also push my limits over time.
While W/we are together, He would exert His dominance in whatever way He chooses. I would attempt to anticipate His needs, but obey His requests as made. These requests could be sexual, domestic, or kink in nature. As a masochist, it would be helpful if He were a Sadist. I want to know He is getting as much out of the impact play as I am. This Sadistic predilection would also aid in intensifying the play and intensifying the benefit W/we both receive from it.
I would expect that protocols would be established to help define the power exchange dynamic. These would be different when W/we were together alone, or together in public (or with family and vanilla friends). Public protocols would be known to us, but invisible to those around us such as waiting until He takes a bite until beginning to eat, sitting on a specific side, looking for a head nod to get up from a meal, wearing an insertable while out, etc. In private, protocols might include clothing restrictions, eye contact restrictions, greeting positions, speaking, bedtime rituals, distance, etc.
Protocols would also assist Him in maintaining control when W/we weren’t together. These might include communication requirements, requesting permission (i.e. to do things or go places), journaling, maturbation, bedtimes, curfews, and the like. The concept of “protect His property” would be an overarching protocol that would manifest as rules / protocols when apart, but when in doubt “protect His property”. The idea that when W/we are together, He is looking out for my best interest and safety, but when apart, that job falls to me.
I would expect that He would want me to grow and better myself. He would help me establish goals and hold me accountable to reaching them. These goals could be educational, health, career, kink, etc in nature. Periodic oversight and/or establishing benchmarks would be useful in ensuring progress.
Punishment or negative reinforcement would need to be outlined so expectations are clear. I always strive to be the “good girl”, however, I would expect punishment if deserved. While I wouldn’t never fail or disobey to get a punishment, I would need to believe that followthrough on punishment would be made if I deserved it. Punishment would be warranted when protocols were broken or if progress toward goals hadn’t been met. I realize that punishment is hard to define for a masochist, but not impossible.
Looking4boy2own So, recently I did a photo shoot for something I am doing in a few months, I kinda wish I had waited for this as I want to lose more weight as I feel like I am still unattractive in my current state, but I had limited time to submit the required photo... grrr...
it's been a few decades since I've done a professional photo shoot, or any modeling for that matter, it was fun, and I may have to do it again soon...
the photo I just uploaded and hopefully gets past the bs approval process soon was one of the ones I really liked from the shoot... but not the one I used for my upcoming bid for a title... however, I will say it's been a confidence boost to see these pics and realize the progress my working out has been... it still amazes me the things I have accomplished and the direction I am headed!
currently I am hovering somewhere between the 225 - 230 weight range... my ultimate goal is to get back to the 160 -170 range... in the last year and a half I have gone from a 46 waist to a 36, I have gone from walking 5 feet and being exhausted to jogging for 2 minuets on the treadmill at a pace almost twice my normal walking pace and feeling ready for more when done... so yes the hovering bothers me, but no it doesn't at the same time.
I know I'll never be the 130 pound toned build I had into my mid thirties, but I also wont have the unhealthy habits I had that lead to the state I was/am in now either, so I can actually live with that!
3 things that hurt me, 1 smoking, 2 poor diet, 3 the heart failure diagnosis... 3 things I changed: 1 the last 4 years smoke free, 2 a healthier diet I actually follow, 3 I may not win the war, but the battle with the heart failure has been interesting... and I am winning, just like with my weight loss, not at the pace I want lol
Madametanya When any male decides to go to a Slave Master to become a gay, submissive, life-time slave it needs to be thoroughly and properly broken down from all it's humanity it thought it had in it's life before going to a Slave Master . Once the slave is broken and reduced it can then be trained as a slave and once properly trained as a slave it will be ready to serve any Master that takes it for Permanent Ownership. From that point on there are no choices and no turning back and the slave is a slave for life. This slave is now gay and submissive and ready to serve and go where ever it's New Master takes it. it will be honored to service it's Master's Dominant Cock!!! it will drink Master's Golden Nectar/Piss, and eagerly swallow Master's Precious Cum as often as Master demands and desires and expects slave to follow this routine Protocol of it's Master/Owner. slave will submit without question to all body modifications Master may require. slave will perform all mandatory protocol/duties each day. slave will be grateful to it's Master for all that is required of it. This includes Master's punishments and when Master just feels like Whippingor Spanking slave for His Entertainment which also serves to remind slave of it's subjugation to Master's Dominance and Ownership. slave is a slave and has no tittle or name anymore and will always only be known as "it" or "slave"
Pegstresss Wow
For the first time in a while, I received an email that made me smile. This is what I'm talking bout! The grammar and punctuation were off, but that's ok. The words were honest, sincere, and authentic. Yes, it was poorly crafted, but it was the best thing I read all day!
PEGSTRESS IS PLEASED!
LexiBloodMoon As for about me and who I am. Well most of it is in the profile.
But I am a skilled maker with slightly above skills in welding, metal working, woodworking, plastics, molding, 3d printing, cnc laser cutting, chainmail weaving, scene prop special effects, and a few other random skills.
I also have a high level of skill in photography, video production (both shooting and editing), audio production, photo retouching and manipulation as well as graphic design and media production. (BS in media production)
I also dabble in fashion design with a strong interest in fetish ware. Currently teaching myself leather garment sewing, as well as latex/rubber creation. Been playing with bootware and am designing custom heels for high heel boots.
I'm looking for that one female artist who can transform me into a woman. As in post op grs, breast implants, plastic surgery, FFS etc.
In return, my skills and talents would be at her service, including making a full dungeon with all the toys one could dream of. As I look more fem I would have no problem being a cam girl for her and after I am fully transitioned I would gladly be a beta dom, under her.
bdsmseeker What is wrong with people?
So once again I find myself here, trying to fathom out what has happened. A certain someone from here has decided that after a protracted conversation my being polite and making sensible concessions is my being not what they seek.
Honestly. This is who I am, manners cost nothing yet form the basis of my being. I use them in everyday life and conversation and they have served me well. Yet here once again I am faced with them being seen as negative.
Where are the people on here who want to be treated like real human beings, with respect, honour, and morality?
If my being me and using manners is going to offend then step away. If my asking questions is not for you then don't approach. If I want to build trust and you don't then look elsewhere.
Rant over!
TeaMenthe Small Mercies, Longer Days
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It has been one of those stretches where the days stack up against you before you have had a chance to argue with the first one. Nothing catastrophic, nothing worth dramatizing, just the particular grind of too much friction in too many directions at once, the kind of week that does not make good copy but costs you something anyway. A significant loss in the family that required me to help plan funerary rites, and restructuring at work that threatens my position.?I have been moving through it the way I move through everything: upright, standard intact, but aware of the weight. Nothing breaks my stride, only I break things that deserve to be remade, but nothing in these uncertain times holds significant comfort for me (currently).?
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What has saved me, genuinely, is the weather.?
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Spring arrived this week with the specific conviction of something that has been waiting a long time to make its point, and I have been stepping outside just to feel it, that clean particular warmth that does not yet carry the heaviness of summer, where the air still has a crispness underneath the heat and everything green looks almost aggressive in its newness. There is something about spring light in the late afternoon that I find quietly restorative in a way I cannot fully articulate. It simply helps. I will take it. The cherry blossoms at the Field Museum are in bloom, and it's an easy walk. Lake Michigan has also been a close held companion, and was still as glass on Thursday. You could scry on her water like a mirror, and the light filtered through the overcast sky as if fingers were reaching out to dip themselves. It felt greedy to take her in, but I am nothing if not hedonistic.?
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And then there was Artemis, splashing down with the kind of elegant finality that makes you remember the world is still capable of extraordinary things on the days it feels most ordinary. Something about watching that capsule meet the water, the culmination of that much human effort and precision and audacity, pulled me briefly out of my own difficult week and into something larger. I needed that more than I expected to.
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The bad days will pass. They always do. I remain steadfast. Someone recently appraised me when I talked about my resiliency : "As the stars stay lighting the sky".?
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For those of you following the story of the weight of three minutes, the continuation posts tomorrow evening. Come back rested.
angeldmort FYI - to anyone looking - I am pansexual.
What that means is that I am attracted to all kinds of people, and their genitals don't really factor into my initial attraction.
That said, I do have a "type" where crossdressing is concerned-
I am not attracted to children, in any way, so dressing like a little girl in a frilly pink dress and ruffled panties, etc is a turn off to me. I associate that look with toddlers, female toddlers at that, which I associate with tantrums and screaming and stinking diapers and work and stress and being exhausted and a side of misogyny as all that falls on women because the men in their lives are willing to dump it on on us rather than step up and do an actual share of the work.
If dressing that way makes you feel pretty, and feminine, and you enjoy that, more power to you. I wish you lots of dress up time, and fancy frilies that don't chafe.
HOWEVER
If your goal is to find a Domme, you need to start tailoring your profile and pictures to what appeals to THEM.
I don't know how many other Dommes are into that, or are turned on by that look, but I can say it doesn't come up much when we are talking about sexy subs. In order to find a buyer for your fine qualites, you need to advertize the thing that your target market wants to have. You need to find out what that is, and understand that it may not be what you hope it to be.
Or maybe consider a different audience. Plenty of pervy guys that like little girls. Maybe learn to like being liked by someone who likes what you offer, rather than trying to convince someone who doesn't like it to provide it.
MistressWoff61 Oh? You think you are free when you are NOT at home? I think it is the opposite. I think you are free when you are at home & a prisoner when you are away in the vanilla world. You are a vanilla prisoner; one of their rules, their thinking, their ways of acting. They are suffocating you with their blandness, with their very vanilla-ness. Vanilla is the most boring of the paint colours, of society`s rules & regulations of governing you: how you act, what you say, thoughts & dreams. The very fact that you love seeing yourself get beaten proves this. That is not Vanilla. That is very UN-vanilla like. More like Rocky Road where you never know if and when you get a marshmellow or a nut with the rich chocolate flavour. Like you never know when I will sneak into your room and wake you with a smack across your thighs or ass, perhaps administer a brutal beating or rope you up like a cow or pig. The Dice Game is like Rocky Road Ice Cream as well, you never know what you get when you roll. {Excerpt from an old email in response to an ex-slave's journal entry, I thought it was appropriate}
Cheekylilmiss we meet for the first time in 7 days
I hope this is the last time I meet a new Master and my search is over.
So over being letdown for whatever reason.
I'll always feel like we could've been great together and even though I understand why you ended it,it still hurts and my head is making sure I move forward.but my heart ..well it's still hurting and you will always hold a special place in it.
But I'm so looking forward to this next chapter in my life and do far,it's been great..I've only fucked up once ..maybe twice.
I'm not a perfect slave,I have serious hangups n they do surface sometimes and they do impact on the way I perform set tasks,but when I fail I own up and take responsibility
That said,I think some slack should be applied in a new relationship or agreement,I see massive differences between the Masters ive played with and been collared by and it's so much fun learning and experiencing these differences.
I am eager to learn and experience all you bring to this relationship if you do decide to collar me,but if you do or don't,it has been a fun journey anyway.i sincerely hope your my forever Master,it's tiring trying to find a match,don't get me wrong it's fun chatting n getting to know people,but I know what I want and I'm over wasting my time .
dancesonstarlight There's something wrong with my calico, Luna, and I'm very worried. She's not acting like herself. She had a jaw issue the other day and ever since she's been drooling, hiding in the bathtub (she's not a jumper and never did this before), felt warm, acts restless, among other symptoms. She's 7. While not the norm, I've had cats last until 20. This is my familiar.
Vet said her teeth look good but to keep an eye on her as she isn't eating the dry food, only wet. We did get her rabies shot done and I'm really hoping she's not having a reaction to it. Will call the vet in the morning and take her in asap. She didn't even fight being picked up, which she hates because she always thinks it's bathtime when she's picked up and usually will fight it and mewl so pitifully but she didn't do that this time.
I tried to reach out to Bakayashu for help but he of course is still ignoring me. Whatever. I just hope I don't lose my cat, him, and have to send my kiddo back to her father in two days. I'm already battling horrible depression and barely keeping myself focused through it.
I feel so damn abandoned. Alone. And Baka's silence now just feels cruel.
I just want everything to go back to being good again.
Tain77 I am having one of those days today, triggers are pushing me into grief. Things I am reading, elsewhere, and stuff on TV. When I took two grief counselling courses after my mum died, I found out about the fact that grief can pop up at any time, often a random trigger bringing it to the surface.
Well today I am feeling very sad over the passing of an ex submissive, she found me on here, and after messaging me, I wasn't here much then, on another kink site, we got together.
It was good for a long time, she had more experience, and I was a relative newbie, having only a years experience, still she consented to being mine. I learn't so much, and I will be forever grateful. After we separated, we stayed friends until I got involved with someone, who wasn't her, the friendship ended then.
I had already tried once and another time would not have worked any better, so I moved on, but I guess she didn't.
I know we would never have been friends again, but I miss her, and the idea of the universe not having her in it, that's painful. I had hoped she would meet someone better suited to her, but that didn't happen before she passed. That breaks my heart.
The reason I am writing this, is, life is short, very short. It only seems like yesterday I was 20, and now there are fewer years ahead of me, than behind, and I wish everyone happiness, and fulfilment, including me. Thing is you never know the moment or the hour, people die suddenly, she did, my dad did and, well don't waste your life, live it fiercely, honestly, with care, consideration, and love.
Tain
Windsweptgold0 Some people should stop watching porn
Lets start with this umm Master, we will call him MasterJS. He has just joined and contacted me asking if I was interested in 2 slaves as he had to get rid of them. I asked why and he said he was getting too old and he was going back to his wife and kids. How nice to take the time to dump them off with anyone. He tells me they were house slaves and listed what they would do, severl things which are against the law. I asked him if he or they would be paying for all that was needed for them to move to another country. He said that would be at my expence.
It is funny he blocked me but what is sad was he did not read my profile where he would have learned I am not into women. I have also had a message almost the same conversation a while ago so my guess is this person watches too much porn.
If you cant be bothered to read my profile dont contact me and make offers.
subbylogic Didn't get through a little challenge called LockTober... it's a fun excuse for for people into chastity to go a month without an erection or jerking off... if you're into the fetish it's like Jack Skeleton discovering Christmas Town for the first time...
I lasted like 2 weeks.
But my friend is dope, and after communicating (she's also an ex) boundries, she turned around and was like, "Now about your pennence..." And I basically agreed to be her slave for a month.
She had me jacking off everyday, picking out girly clothes, but then made me stop all orgasms 😨, and start wearing the underwear and etc., November 1st... on top of locking me back into a chastity cage full-time. I know it's a weird fetish... but omg.
She knows me well, she's trans, and she knows how to make me really like her form of domination. Chastity just MAKES me so damned subby, and girly, and slutty, and over the moon kinky. Words don't convey the feels... the lustful horny cravings are unbearably intense at first.
But it calms down, and you get kinda gentled..
I woke up yesterday and feeling in my heart she was honestly becoming my domme again. She's long distance and has her own primary relationship (I love being poly) so I'm starting to look for munches and make local friends in the lifestyle.
Oh I wanted to explain the pictures I'm uploading... *edit I'll upload photos later when I can allow my profile to go into 'validating' mode for a few days.*
My KH sent me another package, and it steps up the feminization a bit.
We kinda renew our arrangement, for another week, every Friday.
She's like, "Do you want to stay locked up for another week Kitten?" And at this point I'm just plainly honest, "Yes please, I'd like that very much."Then she'll somethng like, "Good boy."And I kinda just melt 🥰.
Anyways, it helps this little anxious commitaphobe from getting nervous. = )
HighCaliberDom People are fascinating. We are a true mix of talents, experiences, complexities, desires, strengths, weaknesses and hope.
Relationships are a balancing act of attraction, relation, commonality, goals and ideals. Kink adds an extra layer of intricacy.
I see a dichotomy in many profiles on here: the desire to be seen alongside a desire to be enveloped in a new lifestyle.
Bull60 str8 males
I find str8 males alluring and a challenge worth pursuing. Once a str8 agrees to become intimate with you as a Bull you are in command from then on. They are threading in unknown territory and you are the guide. Get rid of labels because no labels means no limits. You must teach how to respond to a male touch and a male anatomy. Most likely they never had paid attention to another man at least not in a sexual manner. The Dom in this case must establish a real line of authority assuring total obedience and ultimate submission. Been a Top requires attitude and self assurance, something your pupil is loosing and you want to keep that uncertainty high. Depending on your style show them how to handle your Rod and make clear how lucky they are to be guided by you to their curious journey to M2M intimacy. Be patient, there are going to be moments of hesitation but must of the time if you assume the paternal role they will become submissive enough for you to give them the first taste of a male's Rod, that will mark him forever. Teach him how to do it because he will try to do what women did to him but this is a new arena. Let him taste and taste deep to your testicles and from there the sky is the limit. At this stage there is no reciprocity, it's all about you and your pleasure. Most males will take hold of their dick as if to make sure they are males still; do not allow it, his genitals are but a maker of gender when you are present. He is now a kid to be shown what he will want from now on. Let him know how good he is progressing and how well he learns, take advantage of the natural competitivness. At this stage phallic worship rites and rituals are very effective. If all is done right he will be the one asking to mount him and that is another story
luv2likU Hi all,
I know hardly anybody reads these but here goes.
I'm an old biker, still ride. I smoke and drink, and if that puts you off then there isn't much point in reading further, cos I'm not changing in any hurry.
I'm recently retired and have lots of free time on my hands. After 50 years of working it means I am getting bored a lot. So I'm looking for ways to make life more interesting. Any suggestions considered.
Although I'm 67 now I'm still young at heart. 6'2", 12st, shaved head and long beard, usually dyed a daft colour. Currently green and blue.
If anything about me intersts you feel free to message. Suggestions and questions welcome. Manners essential.
If you managed to read this far, well done.
MistressMaguire The stick shift was prominent and imposing.
He knew what to do and eased it into gear.
She sat turned towards him.
With her left hand she softly gripped the back of his neck.
With her right hand she started to unbutton his shirt.
Her attitude and demeanor softened as she directed him to drive off into the night.
Not given an address, turns we’re made on her instructions.
Right here, left there at the next light.
After what seemed like an eternity he was instructed to pull up a ramp to a townhouse garage and as if by magic the garage door opened and closed behind them.
Mindful of carbon monoxide, he shut off the motor.
The two sat for a moment in the dark both the garage door light and the interior dome lights having timed out.
Her left hand now gripped the back of his neck firmly with authority and she made her demands.
She told him he had a choice.
He had to decide immediately.
Get out and leave. Walk away and forget tonight ever happened, or go around and open her door with the understanding that he was surrendering his will and body to her.
He stuttered, fumbled his words and choked out an acceptance of her demands.
The door opened, he helped her to her feet and she produced a latch key.
From a cabinet hung on the garage wall she retrieved a black leather hood. She ordered him to put it over his head.
Once in place, he realized it eye holes were covered and a rubber mouth piece similar to a scuba diving hose was forced into his mouth.
She laced it tightly and he heard a lock click around his neck.
Swiftly she slid off both his jacket and shirt together.
Bare chested he felt the chill of the room as she pulled his wrists behind his back and heard the handcuffs ratchet closed.
She put her hands around him from behind and fondled his breasts and pinched his nipples.
A low grunt escaped through the mouth piece.
He could breathe freely by nose and mouth through openings designed for that purpose.
ConfidentGent How I Think About This Life
There's a difference between Dominants and Masters that most people . Dominants and submissives live this episodically, in scenes, in chapters, in hungers that get fed and return. It's something they do. For those at the deeper end of the pool it goes further than that. It is fundamentally different. It is woven into who they are. It can't be set down because it was never picked up. It is simply there, part of who they are. When they aren't living in alignment with it, they feel something is missing.
If you've done scenes, found satisfaction, and then felt the hunger return unchanged as if you'd fed the wrong appetite entirely, sit with that. It may not mean something was wrong. It may mean you've been reaching for the right thing in the wrong form. That isn't to say that a lifestyle that's built around playtime scenes is wrong or lesser, just that if it isn't scratching the itch you feel fully, mere domination may not be what you need.
From my perspective, dominance is about the application of power in a given moment. Mastery is about depth, about how completely you're committed to understanding and fully expressing a woman's unique nature. I use dominance as a tool of Mastery, not its definition. What I'm after isn't the performance of control but its reality, to shape a willing partner into their deepest perfection as I see it. Dominance is the moment. Mastery is the journey.
That journey begins with genuinely knowing her. What moves her. What holds her back. What she hasn't yet given herself permission to want. What she doesn't yet understand about herself.
I hold what many people today would call an anachonistic (and often misogynistic) view of a woman's nature and her place in a dynamic. It is not a lesser place, simply a different one. A hammer and a screwdriver serve different purposes, and each performs terribly as the other, yet they are both equal. Dominance and submission is a response, in many ways, to how our society has tried to homogenize the roles of men and women in a way no different than demanding we accept hammers and screwdrivers as being equaly capable of fulfilling each other's roles. I believe far too many women today struggle with happiness precisely because they have accepted society's rejection of traditional gender roles socially and sexually. I've seen women who feel peace and gratification when they submit in the bedroom, then can't understand why they're angry and frustrated when they live the rest of their lives trying to pretend to be the same as men. Some women can navigate society's definition of "equal" just find, but submissive women need a place to express something core to their being that isn't satisfied in that space of equality. For some, submission in the bedroom fills the need adequately, but if you're still feeling that hunger to submit, if scenes aren't fully feeding your need, I believe that's why.
Do not mistake me: I do not see women as in any way lesser than men, only different. There are highly compentent women in every field and skill; I simply believe that a woman need not sacrifice her femininity, nor a man his masculinity, for the sake of equality, and that society's attempts to do so are why so many women (and men) are dissatisfied today. It is mind-boggling to me how so many people can recognize the fundamental difference between equality and equity in relation to (for instance) disabilities, yet contend that equality between men and women is natural. If you have a womb and I don't, equality isn't possible, period. Equity, however, is.
I don't apologize for those beliefs and I'm not interested in debating it. What I mean by that isn't contempt. It means I think femininity carries something specific and profound and inextricably linked to submission. A something that goes to one's core, and that a woman who understands and inhabits that space rather than arguing with it is capable of a submission that most people in this life never actually find. I find that kind of woman extraordinary. Truly a priceless masterpiece to be treasured, and conformed to my vision of their perfection not harshly, but with firm confidence.
My approach has always carried a 1950's quality to it, in the best expression of that era (which most certainly wasn't always its reality). The structure of domestic life has always served, for me, as an expression of the dynamic. That particular kind of submissive femininity that finds meaning in service and in the rhythms of a household held to a standard, the rituals of daily life weaving the texture of the dynamic. The aesthetic matters to me as well: a woman in a well fitted A-line dress over stockings and a garter belt, moving through a home with intention and grace is, to my mind, one of the most beautiful things there is. It is simply where my sense of how this life is lived most fully has always landed. It certainly isn't for everyone, and I"m not saying it is better, only that for those for whom it fits I believe it is most satisfying. I'm drawn to a woman who makes pleasing me her partner her quiet art, whether we are in a relationship or not. I love enging with a woman who wants to be formed and shaped into her most fully realized self, who finds in that not diminishment but the truest expression of what she is.
misscaddycompson It's fun how often men approach me online proclaiming that they're somehow "floored" by my intelligence, and that it's just sooo difficult to find intelligent women online, and of course, they recognize intelligence because of how extremely intelligent they are themselves. They're looking for someone intelligent just like me, but obviously they don't actually want someone intelligent just like me since I am not flattered by such clownery. But they sure do want me to be flattered by such a clown tactic. There are a number of reasons it doesn't work:
I know I'm intelligent and don't need the validation for it from random strangers online. Just like these men don't seek validation for their intelligence from strangers online.
When you're smart or funny or kind or any number of traits, you don't need to start conversations by announcing it to others and trying to convincing them that you have those traits; people recognize them for themselves - especially when those people are as "intelligent" as you're claiming they are.
I am not some grand exception; there is a limitless number of intelligent women online, here and on every site. It's easy to tell there are so many since they message me and we talk - they just aren't interested in reaching out to you. You haven't flattered me by announcing how dumb other women are to you, but you've told me a lot about what you think of women and their intelligence, mine included.
The men who expect a woman to be flattered by telling her how very exceptional she is for being intelligent are simply using it as a pickup line. People who think I'm smart, and who want to engage with me as a result, simply engage with me, without waxing poetic about how smart I am and how smart they are and how they've been looking for someone smart just like me.
It's a pick up line. Talking about how smart they are and how smart they find me isn't even a conversation. They're interested in me and they hope that by appealing to my intelligence rather than by being more blatant in their tactics, I'll be more receptive. It's not flattering to me, but it is an unflattering look on these guys. Genuine people engage genuinely.
Master23Mike Master's WritingsSadomasochistic Play and the Importance of ConnectionIt is too easy when participating in Sadomasochistic play of any kind, be it impact, pain play or any other of the associated fetishes, for the experience to become emotionally and even physically disconnected between partners - the Sadist becoming consumed by their connection to their tool (whip, cane, etc), the precision of their strikes, the technique used, and the masochist becoming lost in the enormity of the sensation, the loss of physical control as the pain increases and the anticipation of the next strike. As both become lost in their own world within the scene, it is easy to experience a loss of connection between them as the scene progresses.I find that maintaining or even working to build greater connection during such play is one of the most important things I can do as a Sadist and a Dominant. For me as a Sadist, who is also a Dominant and a Daddy, I find that there exists a uniquely rich opportunity to be a caring and connected Sadist, through physical contact, the use of voice and deliberate and careful observation that goes beyond the safety aspaspaspects during a scene are very important in changing a sadomasochistic scene from something done to the masochist to a shared experience that binds rather than separates.In all my play, regardless of the fetish, I seek to create experiences that enrich, nourish and build relationship. While not every scene or situation can accomplish these every time, they remain a goal I strive for whenever possible.
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