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I searching for a woman that has a great imagination along with a serious meanstreak. I have been searching for a "Adoptive Mommy" type Someone with a strong, strong sense of no sparing of the rod. Someone that could make MOmmy Dearest seem like Aunt Bee from Mayberry. Please note, if you have an interest in strap-on play I respond well to the same caliber of sterness as I'm looking for in my spankings and paddlings.
I desperately need a severe spanking. I can easily tolerate a medium spanking yet look for a woman who would find it much more amusing to dish out a much more severe paddling. In other words if you feel you might enjoy seeing me try everything I can to end my spanking and know with confidence I"m counting on you to ignore me. I would much rather hear "Get Your little ass back over that couch !" instead. As long as I am not permantly scared this would be young little boys buttcheeks you could send wriggling and whining every which way but LOOSE.
I have played for a few years and have some idea what it is that I am asking for, if you feel you might have the time and inclination.
I think it would be a good idea to take my clothes from me the second I am in your door and put them away. Only returning them to me once your apetite has been satisfied. I feel being ballgagged and having my wrist LOCKED to a neckcollar heightens my predicament so that I am more vulnerable and helpless. Through my past experiences I know for a fact a woman can indeed deliver a very sound, hard paddling. After the first dozen or so smacks I will want everything to come to a screeching halt. I can't begin to express how much of a letdown it is every time that happens. I NEED a lady who can enjoy ignoring me, ALLOWING ME TO PUT MY BALLGAG TO GOOD USE. It would be music to my ears to hear instead "Get your little ass out of that corner !" In my mind I see myself being asked a steady flow of questionS to which the only apprpriate answer is "Yes Mommy, Yes Mommy." and having you get off on the desperate sincereness in my gagged cries. Could you imagine having me show up at your doorstep and opening the door only to greet me with a angry, curt "Get your little ass in here" ? Closing the door and saying "You"ve got five seconds and I mean five seconds to strip off thos clothes !"
Also I TEND TO WRIGGLE AND SQUIRM my buttcheeks around while I"m getting my spankings. I am not looking for a dungeon scene but a domestic IN HOME MOMMY-SON DISCIPLINE scene. I REALLY enjoy when the spanking is spread out a hundred or so in the bathroom another hundred or so in the livingroom, kitchen etc. Would you enjoy paddling my trembling asscheeks every step of the way from one room to the next.
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Light works outs this week. 100 reps with bench free weights. 40 reps curls and 100 reps military presses. Too hot lately ! ! ! |
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Lately, I've envisioned myself in the middle of someone's kitchen. Naked from the waist down and clothed only in a really short T-shirt.
A lady has a firm grasp of me with one hand tightly holding me by the crook of my elbow. In her other hand she's whaling away at my behind with a solid wooden paddle. (More of a short piece of board really)
I'm jumping around from one foot to the other as if I were running in place or standing on a scorching, hot floor.
My wobbling, tan butt is in agony. This lady shows no signs of letting up on her ferocious paddling. It seems as though she understood me. She could appreciate my unfulfilled need to be her safety valve for blowing of some steam. To use me as a sort of venting tool for her frustrations and anger.
Perhaps, she enjoys my anguish that she herself is creating on my bottom. At any rate I feel totally trapped. No venue for escape. Sure, I'm prancing and hopping madly about, but she understood me when I asked if the rest of my clothing could be taken away. Hidden from me. Leaving me unable to leave. Leaving me butt naked, in her kitchen getting paddled, paddled and more paddling.
I soon will be crying and begging for her to stop. She will just ignore me though. It is not up to me how much paddling I will get. I knew that and she knows, I know that.
We both enjoy that part. I am there to squirm. I am there to cry and be paddled. |
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Just a quick foot note to my previous journal. I already know that I have a medium level tolerance to pain. So it would only be a matter a of a few hard swats to have me climbing the walls. You'll have a long, long time to enjoy lots of crying and whining. So after you read my previous entry remember, size and age does not matter so long as you are caucasian, asian or hispanic and interested in resoundingly sadistic spanking and paddling.
In fact a BBW person would be better able to smack me into a corner and deftly pull me back out into the middle of the room for more much, much more. i tell you it would exactly be what I am looking for have you chase me busily tearing up my buttcheeks only to have you yank me back into the open and let the beating continue.
I can almost hear the sound of your heavy breathing as you swing away in earnest while I prance and squeal in panic and pain and fear. My entire world consists totally and completely of the hell you visit upon my rearend. Can you take me at my word that there is no escape or respite. That you will provide me a hard, harsh world of sadistic pleasure for you. A world where I can whine freely and fully, cry and squeal. And frantically muffle out of my ballgag "Yes Mistress !" . . "I WILL DO WHAT I AM TOLD, MISTRESS ! ! !" |
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For some reason this site will not let me respond to mail. (Infinitely frustrating). Is it me or has anyone else noticed the plethora of profiles obviously coming from overseas. Most notably the out of contexted verbs in their sentences, etc.
PLEASE CONSIDER ME ! : I still yearn for a strong, forceful woman, someone who doesn't mince her words. Perhaps some Saturday, you could fill the day by summoning me. Take away my clothes (stuffed into a box or back of a closet). Perhaps there's a cleaning project you wish done. Perhaps it just so happened you've had a bad, bad week and need set of nice rounded buttcheeks placed at your disposal for some sound, thurough thrashing.
I will know I have arrived at my Nirvana, as I'm standing in the midst of your soap-sudsed covered kitchen or basement floor. With ballgag firmly in place, my wrists LOCKED irrevocably into a neckcollar. My face flush, eyes reddened with tears and my legs tremble.
Can you find some relase of sorts in venting frustrations? Would it bring a warmth a sorts to the cockles of your heart to grant the following wish.
Could you please find it in your heart and temperament to KEEP me in your home under utterly extreme micro-managment? I yearn for the experience to sincerely ask for the spanking to stop. Look into your eyes and both see and know, 1) You are truly enjoying my predicament, 2)That you understand my need to ask for a respite and the much bigger comfort you can give to me in paying no attention to my crys. 5) That I can cry, and wiggle and clench and yes finally 6) submerge into true genuine fearfulness.
So I'd like to ask, is there any lady out there with a quiet, fairly secluded basment or room. That would entertain the idea of some Saturday keeping a male clothed in only a t-shirt, wrists lock to a neckcollar and ballgagged for 8 . . 10. . .12 hours? Would a venture into a deep, brutal Sadisticly long day be of interest. After a half-hour break does the thought of tramping back down into the basement to be greeted by the sight of a cowering, half-naked man desperately, desperately scrubbing your floor as ordered. Will you get a rise as you descend the final step and his whines rise to greet your ears. You don't have to or need to stop from what you are about to unleash upon his already quivering rearend. What shall this go around be 300, 400 . . 500? Would a kinda of rush of warmth rise as seconds later you stand there with the light-colored, half-naked, whining black man hopping in terror and pain. His asscheeks bouncing, wobbling with each whack of your short piece of board? You've watched as the shaking, round, tan globes jumping before you have turned from pinkish to reddish to welted and purple to bluish. 100 . . 200. . .300 is that a high pitched whine of sorts coming to your ears? "Silly, little backside -why there are hours and hours more of this in store for you, my dear little scrubbingboy."  |
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I had a pleasant dream/musing last night as I lay in bed waiting for sleep to overtake me. I saw myself impaled on the business end of a ladies" strap-on. She was in a frenzy of self-indulgence, hotly-pursuing an orgasm. ( I was told by a "Domme" that it is indeed possible for a lady to acheive orgasm through use of a sub male in this manner. Though, I have never experienced it myself.)
I wonder if it really it possible? To me it seemed as though in the dream I had been opened for business for some time and this woman was completely oblivious to the discomforting havoc she was causing my bottom.Or maybe she was enjoying all the whining rising up from under her. Like salt and pepper the two (my crys and her physical sensations of pleasure) rose up and intermingled together. There was no self-consious refrain when a wave of pleasure came over her, throaty moans flowed and ebbed, returning again and again. Her rod prodded me at times at a frantic pace and at times slowed down perceptably only to quicken back up once again. I imagined the jangled nerve endings of my sphincter muscle screaming for relief from the ever constant friction of her rubber phallus. My ankles were attached with lengths of rope to either side of the bed. A footstool positioned under my belly ensured that my rearend remained in position to receive her assault(s). With ballgag in place and my hands bound together and secured to the end of her bed. It seemed as though I were a sacrifice offered up for her Oh so private enjoyment. (Is it possible for a woman to not only acheive an orgasm this way at the expense of her male? But can a woman pursue a series of climaxes. Provided of course she were 1)In the mood. 2)Could actually orgasm this way. and 3) Had the idea imbedded in her brain to fully indulge in her pleasures.
I saw myself whining as her pelvis smacked into me. I saw myself crying when she suddenly turned into "Mommy" for a change of pace and repeated this question "I told your little ass what would happen if I caught you playing with dildoes one more time. . .Didn't I? .....Didn't I?. There would be breaks for her for a breather and short bathroom breaks for me. But she had hidden away my clothes, I had absolutely no idea where they were. I was hers for the duration.
My eyes closed and I drifted off into sleep. Oh well. |
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| Age: 20 |
| Arlington,
Texas |
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