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if you cannot be bothered to answer a short message, you have not earned more. Back on to see if there is any fresh blood seeking. Its not the destination, its the ride. With all due respect to your tastes, I do not seek littles or diapers. Special likes to filthy sluts with dirty mouths.
Yes,I checked your profile and did not message you. Nothing in your profile called out to me. I can only assume that the same thing happened hen you checked out my profile. Or declined to respond to my message. Fair enough.
so. when the holodeck is invented, civilization will end, but only after an intense release of physical fantasy.
Odd.. every time, just before I log in.. the picture/profile is someone I have blocked..
FAKES? Easy enough to figure out. Fakes do not answer your email. Fakes do not check out your profile. Easy enough to answer an email, fakes. A simple "no thank you" ends it right there. no fuss, no mess. Fakes are the reason I enjoy sending out the link where you lifted your fake photo.
"Answers all messages".. except the ones received, evidently.
Latest pet peeve? Profiles that have been around for awhile and have "Will update later" listed. Also, ones that have pictures that are 5+ years old.
Yes, I send a lot of messages with few sentences. I have sent long ones, many times, and either received no reply, or got a deleted unread. The first message sees how you deal with a small, trivial item. If you cannot be bothered to deal with the little stuff, you are showing me that you will fail with the bigger stuff.
Next question? Where do you find a real person first: Craigslist or CollarSpace?
Sometimes no answer is more answer than was needed.

Young, slender Becky Larson had been, as ordered, secured over the top of the large oak table in my private dinning chamber. She was dressed in a crisp catholic schoolgirl uniform consisting of a starched white blouse which buttoned up the front, a short plaid skirt, white knee highs, white cotton panties/bra and her hair had been put up in little schoolgirl pig-tails. Becky was tied with her shapely smooth legs pinioned with narrow black leather straps at the knees, her ankles bound together and then tied to a rope leading to the right table leg and her trim white arms pulled and stretched out in front of her, her narrow wrists tied to ropes leading to the tables opposite end legs. Before being tied, Becky had been made to lay over a fat sofa pillow, placed at the end of the large oak table, and designed to ensure that her young, tender bottom was raised and the center of focus as one entered the long room. The ropes had been tied to allow enough slack for Becky to raise her upper torso some, or to arch her back and push her young bottom cheeks up and out in a big girl swell if ordered to. A large ornamental, beveled mirror on the wall in front of her allowed her Master to view her facial expressions at anytime.

As I walked in to the room, lightly tapping the long supple birch rod against my black riding boots, a stern look crosses my face. I looked forward to providing Becky with her first
real slavegirl whipping. Becky’s clear blue eyes widen with fear at the sight of the rod. Her
petite, slim, coltish legs lightly rubbing together with nervous anticipation of the feel of that rod across her plump schoolgirl bottom cheeks. Becky opened her mouth, starting to question….to plead to be let off, but not a word started before I cut her off sharply.

 “Be silent Becky.” I ordered her in a calm voice. “The only sound we are going to hear this afternoon is the sound of this birchrod skinning your bottom.” I smiled as I stroked the birch rod softy across her bottom cheeks. Young Becky Larson, 18 years old, a little tramp runnaway from the streets of Seattle. Robert had seen her often, panhandling money, hanging out with delinquent boy, intoxicated, or high, slouched up against the side of some downtown office building, or walking through the crowd down at the market, looking for tourists from Iowa, or Kansas, with fat wallets, and easily distracted by a pretty blond in a too short or too tight skirt who accidently rubs against them while one of the boys picked their pockets. Robert never got over how easy it was, how clean, and sudden and final. A phone call, some private words and a picture faxed, and now blond headed, willowy, plump bottomed Becky Larson, a new residient of Cheluna Mansion. Becky had been there a week, a long week, long enough to know better then to hesitate at a Master’s command, and long enough to know better then to refuse a request.

I set the long whippy birchrod down and gently caressed Becky’s pretty,
open- expressioned face, poking my finger in her small mouth, enjoying the sensation of her soft
lips and gentle tongue wetting my fingers as I slowly pistoned them in and out. I withdrew my
finger, smearing her saliva across her lips, making them shine. I reached down, running my hand down Becky’s long graceful neck, then further, stroking her small ripe breasts through the crisp starched white blouse. I stroked her briefly, enjoying the plump little breast mashing between my hand. I opened Becky’s blouse, and ran my hands down the tops of her small breasts and up under her small demi-cup bra, cupping her little titties and squeezing them out to the nipple in a rhythmic fashion. Becky’s breathing has start to pick up, her eyes fluttering slightly as
I let my hand glide down the outside of her firm breast, till just my finger and thumb capture her
tender nipple. I rolled her nipple betwween my fingers, feeling it swell, the nipple starting to extend and harden.

“I have a little present for these Becky, right here in my coat pocket, some very pretty nipple clips I bought just for you; would you like to see them?” I smiled and let out a small chuckle at Becky’s horrified expression.

“N-no”, she whispers. I pinch her nipple hard causing her to let out a little soft groan.
“What did I tell you about talking Becky?”
“I’m sorry!!She whined between clenched teeth. I pinched her a little harder.

“          Shhhhhh… quiet Becky, not a word now! I’m very unhappy with you Becky, very disappointed,” I tell her in a low soft voice.”  I thought I had taught you better.” I chided Becky as I continued to pinch and roll her nipple between my fingers. “We give special treatment to young girls who can’t seem to follow directtions here at Cheluna Becky”

I walked around the end of the table and was confronted with the exciting double cheekswell of this trim bottomed girl strapped over for discipline. I wasted no time in flicking the end of the birch rod under Becky’s little schoolgirl skirt, and flipping it up on to her back. There it was, that robust, plump little ass I had seen straining against her tight slut jeans on the streets of Seattle only last week. The elastic tightness of her white schoolgirl knickers straining with the plump fullness of Becky’s rear cheeks, broadened and fattened by her bent posture.. I took the tail of Becky’s skirt and tucked it up under the thick leather waist strap. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her white panties and slowly lowered the material, watching her ass flesh compress and then roll out from under the desending material. I sucked in my breath and felt my heart start to pound in my chest as Becky’s ass was, once again, in its perfection, now completely bare to my view. I pulled a table chair up directly behind Becky’s firm teenage bottom and sat down right behind her, letting my eyes enjoy the contours and fat fullness of her rear cheeks. God, how I had longed to see this little delinquent’s trim white ass, just like this, bound over and swelled out, waiting to feel the sting of the birchrod across those pearly white orbs, or to feel the fullness of my pleasure rod buried deep in her backside, her arms restrained,
her trim schoolgirl hips bent over the top of this broad oak table. Becky’s soft white bottom had been raised by her bent posture, her schoolgirl bottom cheeks slightly parted by the enforced posture. Becky’s legs trembled slightly as she felt my hand fondle the slight
heaviness of her chubby rear orbs. I bounced them up and down lewdly in the palm of my hands,
each small cheek occupying one of my warm palms, and watched as the fat of her rear mounds jiggled with the movement of my hands. I leaned forward and gave Becky a few light kisses across the white expanse of her broadened bottom cheeks, savoring the delicious feel and taste of
her milky white hillocks. I pulled my head back and quickly stood up. There would be more time
for that later, for studying and mapping…….with my mouth, my tongue, my lips…. learning about every inch of that exciting fleshy bottom. Now Becky was going to get the whipping of her life, a lesson is slave girl discipline designed to ensure compliance with her master’s wishes in the future.

I pick up the birch rod and step back a few paces, moving the chair to the side and watching Becky start to compress her bottom cheeks, her arms pulling against the restraints tied tightly around each wrist. I smile as I hear Becky in the background start to plead, no doubt asking for another chance, but my mind was fully occupied with the plump full ass now contorting in a lewd dance over the table top. I fish a pair of old panties out of my coat pocket, with one hand, swishing the whippy birch rod through the air with my other and relishing the sound the fine instrument made..

“You’ll do anything, anyway, my dear Becky. You know what’ll happen
if you don’t…”, I smile at her in the mirror and wad up the panties and push them into
her mouth. “If those panties leave your mouth at any point, your punishment will
be increased ten-fold. Do you understand me Becky ?” Becky silently nods her head, her eyes wide with fear.

I take a few steps back, standing to the right of Becky, and bring the whippy-ended birchrod
up sharply and step forward, bring the rod through the air sidewayswith a backhanded motion, and deliver a fine cut low down across Becky’s straining asscheeks.
WHIP!!!!! The rod blazed a bright red strip across the young girl’s bottom cheeks, low, where her upper legs swell into her bottom. Becky pulls hard against her restaints, her curly blond pig-tails flying in to the air with the smarting impact of the blow, her legs tensed and her bottom cheeks compressing hard, and then bounding up. I step forward again, my eyes glued to the bare trim rounded pallor of Becky’s bottom cheeks, tensing and shifting over the top of the pillow cushion. “Keep you chubby little ass quite still for it Becky….push those hips back up over that pillow you little tramp…..”………. WHIP………………….. WHIP …………….. WHIP………. I delivered three quick hard cuts right through the middle of Becky’s young tender ass cheeks, the rod singing through the air, the impacts sounding like pistol shots as they meet Becky’s churning white ass flesh.……………. WHIP…..another cut delivered with vicious accuracy across Becky’s ass, aimed low, and at an angle, stripping Becky low down across the top of her bound legs, and letting the tip of the whippy-ended birch rod raise up to catch her on the puppy fat fuller cheekswell low down on her bottom.

Becky was frantic, she let out a long low gasp of agony, her blond head turning from side to side rapidly, her mane sweeping across the polished oak table top, and her knees trying to draw up and rubbing against each other under the leather binding strap. I tapped the rod on the top of her now quivering young bottom, enjoying the sight of the angry red lines now starting to grow against the white background of her ass cheeks. Becky was tensing and releasing her little bottom cheeeks, squirming across the top of the pillow booster in lewd and seductive fat assed quivereings. Her young bottom would drive out, hips raised and buck back as far as the straps
would allow, giving her a wanton and whorish look, like inviting her lover to take her bottom in
a fit of honeymioon passion. “I’m going to break you this afternoon Becky, just like a young filly
is broke to the bridal”….……….. WHIP………. WHIP………..“I’ll have obedience from you,” …… WHIP ……… “Becky.” …………bend tighter, I want a full cheekswell you fat bottomed
little teased……………. WHIP….…… WHIP…… “we have all afternoon Becky, no interruptions”… WHIP!!!……….. WHIP!!!. “when I am finished with you…we’ll have an obedience test” WHIP!!!………… WHIP!!! Again and again I whipped her plump teenage backside , my mind lost in a haze of erotic discipline. My cock was straining against the rough fabric of my wool trousers, and my breathing was coming in large gulps, sucking giant mouthfuls of air in my lungs as I let the rod fall across the middle of Becky’s firm girlish cheekswell. “Better get use to this Becky”………..WHIPWHIPWHIP!!!!………….. “use to slavegirl discipline! “You’ll have masters who enjoy whipping little tramps like
you” …WHIPWHIPWHIPWHIP!!!! “slavegirl whippings and ……WHIP…. slavegirl sex up that tight little ass of yours” WHIP……. WHIP……I dropped the burchrod and pulled the chair back up behind Beck’s welted and contorting bottom cheeks. Becky is crying into her panty gag, her shoulders shaking a little with each sob. She couldn’t keep her rear mounds from bounding up and down, trying to climb over the top of the table, her legs tensing and her tiptoes pushing hard in to the floor as the fire like stripes work their way deep into her 18 year old ass. I lean forward and run my hands over her chubby welted ass cheeks, feeling the heat radiate from her stripped ass flesh. I lean in to her ass, rubbing my cheeks against her soft bottom, feeling Becky flinching at the slight touch of my face….feeling the warmth of her whipped bottom cheeks. I turn my head, and pursing my lips I place gentle, soft, pouting kiss-kisses across
the burning welts, my lips enjoying the warm red marks. “Ahhhhh, you mark beautifully Becky.”
I push my chair back a little and look at the back of her sunkissed thighs. The white surface
marked with 8 or 10 narrow red lines where the whiprod had cought her across the back of her
trim bound legs. I kiss down the back of her thighs, slowly down the right thigh, kissing and licking with my tongue along the red lines, all the way down until I reached the black leather ties around her knees. I start low and work my way back up Becky’s other leg, mouthing the soft
tender flesh, licking and sucking the small ruby red spots that appear across the expanse of the
whip welts. I return to Becky’s warm bottom flesh, kissing her right cheek in small little circles,
kiss-kissing gentle little bumble bee kisses, nipping her warm stripped ass flesh and running my tingue across the wider expanses where her ass swelled out the most. I slowly start to expand the little circle, covering her tender rear flesh with wet, full kisses, licking the soft surface of her ass cheeks, and leaving a trail of wet lust across the plump bottom flesh. I shift slightly, and unbutton my trousers. My cockhead snakes out of the vent of my pants and rests lightly against Becky’s trim lower thigh. I lean forward and start kissing her left cheeks, feeling Becky flinch
at the softest pout. My other hand is busy rubbing small circular patterns over her warm tender right ass lobe, raking small handfuls of her ass flesh between my fingers and sqeezing, then letting go and running the edge of my thumb between her bottom halves, feeling the damp
warmness of her hidden vally. I start sucking little mouthfuls of her abuse left cheek’s ass flesh into my mouth, between my teeth and giving her captured bottom flesh smarting nips that cause her to shake and buck over the pillow roll..

I pull my head back and breathing hard, look at the double cheekswell of young Becky Larson,
the schoolgirl slave, her young ass welted and streaked with the results of a slave girl whipping…. Young Becky Larson, her misfortune to possess such an exciting rear
view, destined to be trained as a pleasure girl, serving masters that enjoy testing their whips across a sassy young girl’s asscheeks, but now, for now at least, Becky will serve me, the young
girls plump ass, to do what I want with to satisfy any carnial lust that I have….mine to expose and dress up and punish and play with whatever mood may strikle me. I lean forward again, fondling and fiddling with her ass, kissing and sucking mouthfuls of her exciting warm, bottom flesh between my lips, murmuring to her to push her bottom up, to show me an exciting swell , push her hips back into me nipping her along the fuller lower cheekswell…. running my tongue
along the crest of her leg, where it swells and meets the overhang of her girlish ass. I parted Becky’s asscheeks and placed little soft warm pouting kisses all up and down along the inside of her rear cheeks, then turn my attention back to her plump bottom, taking giant mouthfuls of her plump rear cheekskin in to my lips, sucking her hard, nibbling across her swelled as cheeks like eating corn on the cob now, my lips again traveled kissingly across every wonderful inch of the her welted teenage bottom flesh, musing and nuzzling her in the fat underswell of her rear mounds. I craned my neck a little as I fingered back the soft folds of her girl flesh and kissed-kissed gently up and down her pussy, swiping my tongue between her pussy lips, tasting Becky, noticing her dampmness, until Becky is flinching her legs, and I can hear small gasps escaping
from her lips. I spread her warm red bottom globes, holding them apart and blew a little gentle
breeze across her exposed rear flower. Becky let out a muffled whinny at feeling the cool air circulate across her exposed anus. I ignored her protest, holding her bottom cheeks hard apart, pushing my lips in between her open bottom cheeeks, …….quite mad with lust now, I pucker my lips, wetting them with my tongue and start placing lickety-lick wet mouthed kisses on the top of
her exposed anus. Becky is clenching her little white bottom cheeks, her ass contractions
pressing against the side of my face, now resting between her cheeks, she protests from behind her panty gag, humiliated, embarrassed at this use of her body, even after the whipping, objecting to this lewd assult on her mostv private of spots. Her legs jerk in suprise and I can feel her torso rear up as I swiped the tip of my tongue across her tight anal bud.
“Push that bottom right out Becky,” I murmer to her. “do it now Becky,” I panted, my breathing ragged, “or do you want more of the birchrod?” I leaned my face forward, parting Becky’s bottom cheeks further, intruding as much of my face as I can between her parted rear lobes. I was mad with desire, unable to contain my lust for this schoolgirl’s bottom. I let my lips pout across her dark vortex, gently sucking on her tight rear dimple with my lips held soft and moist, flicking my tongue across her anal flower with quick pointed swipes……..then again pursing my lips and settling down for very long intimate kissess. I pull back and can see my cock, straining with lust, its head large and angry, the stem solid and standing away from my trouser vent at a 45 degree angle. I get up from my chair and look at Becky’s face, turned sideways, her damp, tear filled eyes clear to me in the the mirror. She has a questioning look, wondrering if that is all, has her
Master’s lust been satisfied. I smile. “You didn’t think a little schoolgirl discipline would completely satisfy me did you?”, I laugh, drunk on desire, this young blond who I had secretly followed down 5th avenue every night afterwork, timing her comings and goings so I could be presnt as she paraded her little schoolgirl ass under some too tiight cotton shorts, young Becky Larson, who I had walked behind in the shops at the farmner’s market, my hands in my trouser pockets to keep my lust from other eyes. as I watched her bottom cheeks shift and sway, in her thin denim jeans.. hoping to catch her bending over some stall table, reaching across a
table, her trim ass cheeks pushed back… no, my lust, my obssession with young Becky LLarson would last for awhile, would last for as long as she was allowed to remain at Cheluna Mansion, until some master called for her and one night she would be gone…..taken to who knows where…… “Oh, no Becky….I haven’t forgotten what you refused me this morning…..”
Becky lets out a muffled protest, pleading with her eyes. She is making small mewing sounds from behind the gag, trying to beg , trying to convey how much she doens’t want this……
I undo the top button on my trousers and let them drop to the floor, my cock now standing straight and fully exposed to the bound slavegirl,,,, I pull a small tube of lubricant from my coat pocket, and smear a light sheen of the lubricant up and down my penis head, watching Becky’s eyes follow the movement of my hands across my fully erect cock in the mirror reflection. I coat the end of my finger and push them between Becky’s parted asscheeks, running my goo
coated finger up and down between her clenching bottom halves. Becky’s rear mounds clench hard as I find her anus and lightly traced small circles around the ridges of her anal bud.
She gasped as I slowly insert my finger in to her bottom, making her take more and more
of my goo coated finger up her backside. I start to slowly frig her teenage backside with my finger, pushing my finger in slowly, feeling the tight anal ring expand over the thicker part of my finger, then letting it slide back out, till just the tip was inside her bottom. I would turn and twist my finger, worrying her little tight ring, and then slowly work my finger back in to her bottom, all the way…reliving night time fantasies for this girl that had occupied me for months….. I push more of my index finger into her anus, feeling Becky jerk alittle as I tuned my hand over, this way and that, twisting the finger in a small rotation while deeply enbedded in Becky’s bottom. I could hear small urgent “ohhhhs and Ahhhhhs” coming from this captured gir’s panty filled mouth. I stand up and push my self forward, my erect cock laying in the warmth of Becky bottom divide, letting the head of my penis roll in between the globes of her ass, savoring the moment; knowing how tight its going to be and revelling in the humiliation this young schoolgirl is about to receive. I start to slowly push the head of my penis past her small tight anal ring, holding my breath, the veins on my forhead showing with the starin of my effort, Becky’s muffled cries are becoming louder as the pressure builds and the pain of her anal deflowering starts.


I should go into the webcam repair business.. Everyone's cam is broken..if they have one.
They keep looking, but don't say anything..
My latest enjoyment? Sending the URL to guys pretending to be women of the website that they lifted their picture from. You guys need to pick better. I developed a program that seeks them out.
Current number of sent emails not read: 15. Can I pick 'em or what?
A quick question: I have been on here so long that I notice when someone changes their profile picture. Is it wrong to send them  a note to let them know that I have noticed?
NO.. That was not the word. It will continue.
Being a submissive or a slave does not mean you are not involved.
Alcoholics and crack whores: I have what you want. What do you offer?
They be lookin' but not be wantin'