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analsexadmire
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pup030
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TwistedDragons
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DevilsPain
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toyofmyMistress
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SpankologistTX
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MaleSub2008
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gothcandyony
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I am looking for a local Master/Dom to spend quality time with...
I love....
football, toy making, crops, live theatre, cuffs, camping, bondage, fishing, OTK, art shows, fisting, blues music, beginner pony play, hunting trips, Grey Goose Vodka, wax, good wine, books, floggers, books, anal sex & books.
However, not always in that order!
I make Fetish Toys. From floggers to paddles to suspension gear.
Many people seem to fit into one category; I do not fit into just one category. I am by turns a bratty pet, frisky subbie and a warrior slave.
The bratty pet in me comes out and teases you into playful happy mood after a hard day. Sitting at your feet and smiling up at you telling you joke and rubbing your feet.
The frisky subbie in me will gently coax you into just a few more minutes of decadent pleasure. Using my hands, words, mouth and any other parts of my anatomy.
The warrior slave in me will defend your house and herself in case of your absence.
I will from time to time try His patience. I will from time to time pull to the right instead of the left. It is just in my nature to do so.
In public I can be a lady, wearing stylish modest clothing.
In public I can be a slut. Wearing tank tops with boobies popping out everywhere!
I am comfortable at a corporate dinner and at the monster truck rallies yelling my fool head off!
I hope You find me pleasing...
Shellby Lea
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Happy Halloween!!!
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TRUE STORY!!!!!!!
....i was sitting here chatting when that Huge assed Cockatoo got out of her cage and bit me on my foot....i had to run across the room with her chasing me...jump on the sofa and cover up with a blanket...she climbs up the sofa and decides i am going to pet her OR ELSE!! so ....i am sittitng there being held hostage by a bird that can literaly bite my finger OFF!!!....i have to pet and 'groom' her untill she calms down....sighs.....sometimes my life is sooo fucking weird
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i am asleep and am woke up by tape being put over my mouth...i try to struggle to get away as i am flipped over in my front...arms being twisted and hand cuffed behind my back...He is keeling between my open legs as He starts paddling me...harder and harder.........MMMmmmmmmmmmmm.....after i have cumm dripping out of me, He very gently starts making love to me....kissing the back of my neck...softly rubbing my hurting rear end...He slides His hard cock up into my pulsing cunny...sliding in and out of my wetness...OMG that feels sooo good....being filled up with His Cock...feeling His Breath on my back....hearing Him say 'good gurl' over and over to me.....knowing He is going to shoot my cunny full of His hot cumm....... |
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Daddy calls to me from the living room…’Come here gurl’…’Yes Daddy’ I quickly reply…He has the cuffs and shackles in His hands…instantly my nipples get hard, they are newly pierced so it hurts when they get hard….I cross the room and kneel in front of Him…’Hands’ he says…up they go…the feel of the cold hard steel sends a shiver of delight through me….’Come stand here’….’ Yes Daddy’…I go over to the end of the sofa…standing so that the arm is up against my thighs…chains rattle as Daddy puts on the shackles… Daddy grabs my hair with one hand and the cuffs with the other…He pushes them farther up my back causing me to whimper…my shoulders and elbows are twisted tightly, so tightly that I dare not move…Daddy shoves me forward over the arm of the sofa…ass in the air He lets go of my hair and starts spanking me hard…over and over His arm raises and falls…I am squirming and whimpering as the heat starts to rise in my ass cheeks….when Daddy decides to spank me it is not over quickly…. |
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MMMM...a soft hand slides across my thigh...Her nails just grazing my skin... |
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She raises her hands slowly up to her breasts…fingers just grazing the skin…Will can see the goose bumps popping up…her nimble fingers start to dance around her hard nipples…He loves the way her nipples darken with excitement…She places the hard buds between her thumb and forefinger…Will can hear her breathing faster and faster…pulling and pinching them she makes her nipples even harder…He just sits and watches as her head goes back causing her long silvery blonde hair to slide over her soft skin…she moans as she works her nipples harder and faster…Will can tell by the panting and soft mewing sounds she is making now that she is just about to cumm for him…. |
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LOL...it's just as boring watching polyurathane dry as watching paint dry.... |
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I had a wonderful time this weekend visiting the Polyhouse in Casa Grande!!! Thank You for inviting me. |
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Thank You for piercing both my nipples!!
I love it!!
The 'twins' are very happy.....*giggles* |
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Part One if Sacred gurl.................
gurl is scared...her Daddy has blind folded her and put her in his truck...she can tell they are driving out of town because the traffic noise and road surface has changed...the gurl has no idea what Daddy has planned...yesterday he mentioned a gang bang...but she is not sure if he was just talking or seriously planning one...oh no...Daddy has pulled off the road and stopped...he just got out of the truck but left the door opened...she can hear a chain clanking and a gate opening...they must be farther out into the country then she thought...now Daddy is driving thru the gate...He got out.. must be to close the gate...He is back in the truck now and we are going slow over a gravel road...i can smell the dust...crouched nude and blindfolded in the floor of the truck is starting to scaring the gurl...she trusts her Daddy totally...but knows He will do to her anything He wants...she feels helpless....Daddy turns to the left...now we are driving over rocks and sand...if only Daddy had not told her to be silent she would beg to be told what was happening...but she knows better than to speak...Daddy has stopped the truck and gotten out...He closed the door so we must have arrived...she can hear her Daddy talking to several other people...it sound like all male voices....her stomach clinches in fear...what is going to happen to her...what does Daddy have planned...the passenger door opens and she feels a hand on her foot pulling her out of the truck...it does not feel like her Daddy’s hand...she scoots towards the door...holding out her hand to the man pulling on her legs she grabs a hold of the door and makes it out of the truck with out falling...the man grabs her neck and guides her toward the truck bed...bare foot she is stepping on sharp rocks...she hears someone else let the tail gate down and the hand on her neck pushes her towards it...her thighs bump into the edge and the hand on her neck forces her to bend over the tail gate....yet another hand puts a clicks a handcuff around her wrist and tightens it down painfully...the cuff is pulled and she and feel it being tied to the bed of the truck...the same thing happens with her other hand...all the while the hand on her neck has held her immobile...the hand leaves her neck and grabs her ankle...a spreader bar is attached to both her legs now...what’s going to happen to her?...all of the sudden several hands start touching her all over...Pinching and pulling on her tender flesh.......to be continued |
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Shellby Lea, Here is the fantasy I have been thinking. However, I would ask that if you post it on collarme that you not post it with any identification. I am trusting you on that. Thanks. D.
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I am scared spit less. I have just committed to meeting a woman that I KNOW has the potential to do thing I have only dimly fantasized about in the darkest recesses of my mind. WHAT AM I DOING? How can I do this?
I approach the club with dread and anticipation. What will happen? What will the lunch be like? What will SHE be like? Will I – will my marriage survive – if it is ever discovered?
I find the Maitre` D and ask for a table in the deep back. I cannot be seen here. Thankfully he finds one in the far corner. It has walls to the booth that mostly cover our faces.
Suddenly I see HER - she is approaching. SHE is ravishing. She is big. She is my dream. She is my nightmare. She is wearing a moderately loose and plunging blouse that shows off her tits to the point of worrying if she will be arrested. Her jeans skirt is so short that I can see the slightest hint of her ass cheeks even. I am shocked. Graciously she introduces herself with a sultry low voice and I seat her. Across from me.
The waiter comes and we both stumble through our order. As he leaves to place the order – I suddenly feel bare toes between my legs. Gently at first and then more and more insistent – until my balls are being almost crushed by these alien feet – which I cannot acknowledge to anyone.
Our waiter MERCIFULLY returns – with our drinks in hand. I am thirsty as all get out! I take the first gulp of diet coke and breathe a relief. Before I can take a second my paramour quietly takes her glass in hand and says – I need to visit the ladies room. I don’t think a second thought. However, I am surprised when she returns but the glass is ½ inches fuller than before. I wonder what is in this “cocktail”. :D She simply switches glasses with me saying – I always think it is romantic to drink FROM each other’s choice.
Our waiter returns with our food – and we both quietly eat – each thinking – what will happen next. Already we are both in shock with how much we have dared to do to each other.
Before he returns for the finished dinners, I ask her to please remove her panties and place them with the napkins to be taken to the trash. However – she informs me she has none. – I can’t believe it and ask for proof – at which point she comes to my side of the table to “get comfy”. I check and discover it is all for real. DAMN – my plan is thwarted.
We pay the bill and stand to leave. We discover that while we were eating – many others have come in to the restaurant. As we walk out – I feel the eyes of 25 couples, families, and groups – watching us – looking as her hips sway – holding my arm – and with her ass cheeks showing and a tent in the front of my slacks.
We reach our vehicles and discretely shake hands, pretending to the world outside the restaurant that we are simply business friends – here for a meeting – and nothing more. Both of us get in our cars – parked next to each other unexpectedly – we roll down the windows – and can each look each other in the eyes – but no one else is aware of us.
I DARE her – okay – now in our seclusion – which of us can cum faster. She lifts her skirt, I unzip my fly – and both of us begin to race, but before I can get there she cumms with a gigantic explosion – shaking her body and a slight scream erupts from her lips. Two bystanders look her way – and they see her writhing – and me jumping up and down – each in our own vehicles. They wonder what this is all about.
We roll up our windows, and drive off – each of us thinking about what we have done – what others thought – and what will happen NEXT! |
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A Naughty Little Poem
She whispered "will it hurt me?"
"Of course not" answered he
"It's a very simple process,
You can rely on me."
She said "I'm very frightened,
I've not had this before.
My friend has had it five times
And said it can be sore."
It was growing rather painful
Tears formed in her eyes
It was hurting quite a bit now
It must have been a size.
"Calm yourself" he whispered
"His face filled with a grin
"Try and open wider
So I can get it in."
"It's coming now" he whispered
"I know" she cried in bliss
Feeling it deep within her now
She said "I am glad I'm having this."
And with a final effort
She gave a frightened shout
He gripped it in anguish
And quickly pulled it out.
She lay back quite contended
Sighed and gave a smile
She said "I'm glad I came now
You made it worth my while."
Now if you read this carefully
The dentist you will find
Is not what you imagined
It's just your dirty mind!! |
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If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
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I had a great time today! Thank You!! |
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I get to go fishing!!
I get to go fishing!!
I get to go fishing!!
I get to go fishing!!
I get to go fishing!!
I get to go fishing!! |
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Well now I can make floggers and Cats in additon to canes and all the rest of the toys!!
I am so excited about this training.
Thank You Master Michael! |
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Well, i now know how to make canes!! wicked & wonderful canes!! |
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OH how I do LOVE getting new toys!!!
snapers (2), cats(2), floggers(3), a Devils Tounge and one wicked assed cane!!! |
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Because Dave works hard at the plant and spends most evenings bowling or playing basketball at the gym, his wife thinks he is pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club.
The doorman at the club greets them and says, ''Hey, Dave! How ya doin?'' His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before. ''Oh no,'' says Dave. ''He's on my bowling team.''
When they are seated, a waitress asks Dave if he'd like his usual Budweiser. His wife is becoming uncomfortable and says, ''You must come here a lot for that woman to know you drink Budweiser.'' ''No, honey, she's in the Ladies Bowling League. We share lanes with them.'' A stripper comes over to their table and throws her arms around Dave. ''Hi, Davey,'' she says, ''Want your usual table dance?''
Dave's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club. Dave follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her and she starts screaming at him.
The cabby turns his head and says, ''Looks like you picked up a real doozie this time, Dave!'' |
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I just got home from the Fetish Ball... I had a great time! I missed being around my own kind! |
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I get to go to the Fetish Ball Tonight!!! |
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Had a great ten days... it was nice to get away...am glad to be back home though... |
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Being ‘under consideration’ for a Collared position is a way to communicate to the BDSM community at large (especially on-line) that the slave/subbie in question has found a potential Master/Dom and has asked to join the House.
It also allows other Masters/Doms to know at a glance that this slave/subbie is not looking at any more Masters/Doms. Thereby, not wasting Their time and attention.
Try thinking of it this way… You are looking for a property to own. You have done your research and found the neighborhood you want to purchase in. You have taken the time to drive thru the area looking for ‘for sale’ signs. You spot several properties that are interesting to You. You call the number only to find that there is already a sale pending. The sigh out front does not reflect this. So, now You have wasted Your time and effort. If the sign had mentioned ‘sale pending’ then You would have just made a note to check back later and gone on to the next property…right? Well then, a slave/subbie posted as ‘under consideration’ is like a property with a ‘sale pending’ sign out front. |
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Talking Italian
A bus stops and two Italian men get on. They seat themselves, and engage in animated conversation. The lady sitting behind them ignores their conversation at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of the men say the following:
''Emma come first. I come. Dennis come and Dennis come again. I come again. Two asses, they come together again. I come again and pee twice. Then I come once-a-more.''
''You foul-mouthed swine,'' retorted the lady indignantly. ''In this country we don't talk about our sex lives in public.''
''Hey, coola down lady,'' said the man. ''Imma just tella my friend howa to spella Mississippi.'' |
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Little Johnny came running into the house and asked, "Mommy, can little girls have babies?"
"No," said his mom, "Of course not."
Little Johnny then ran back outside and his mom heard him yell to his friends, "It's okay, we can play that game again!" |
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I am going to Kingman for the weekend....
i get to play!!! |
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I wanted to say "Thank You" to everyone whos been supportive of me during these cancer test...the results are in...I AM CANCER FREE!!!!!!! |
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A man wearing a Democratic pin walks into a bar and sees a picture of President Bush hanging behind the bartender. He calls the bartender over and says, "You should take that picture down. George Bush is a blight upon this nation. He should be impeached."
The bartender, a life-long Republican, is completely offended. "Why you liberal piece of garbage. How dare you come into my bar and tell me how to run my business!"
"Listen, I'm the customer, so I'm always right." the man says. "That picture offends me, so I want you to take it down."
"That tears it," the bartender says, "How would you like it if I came into your bar and told you what to do?"
"Well, you'd be the customer, so you'd be right," the man says.
"Fine, then let's switch places," the bartender says.
So, they do. The man takes the bartender's place behind the bar, and the bartender walks outside, waits a moment, and then comes back inside. The bartender sits at the bar and says to the bar, "You should take that pin off. The Democrats are destroying our country with their liberal agenda."
"Sorry," the man says, "but we don't serve Republicans here." |
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A House needs a leader, but smooth leadership is impossible without good followers. |
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Don’t you just love it when Master: lets you ride Him and He lifts your breasts up with nipple clamps!
I mean there you are bouncing away riding Him as hard as you can and He has the chain pulled up as high as he can reach!! Gawd that hurts so good!! |
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Yes, I am no longer under any collar or contract... I failed to bond with Him... the fault was/is mine... sighs... He was kind enough to let me be free...I truly wish Him the very best! |
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I have hidden my account here for a while... i need the time to think about my next decisions...Thank You everyone for Your concern....XOXO to all |
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Two old ladies were waiting for a bus and one of them was smoking a cigarette. It started to rain, so the old lady reached into her purse, took out a condom, cut off the tip and slipped it over her cigarette and continued to smoke.
Her friend saw this and said, "Hey that's a good idea! But, what is that thing you put over your cigarette?"
The other old lady said,"It's a condom."
"A condom? Where do you get those?"
The lady with the cigarette told her friend that you could purchase condoms at the pharmacy. When the two old ladies arrived downtown, the old lady with all the
questions went into the pharmacy and asked the pharmacist if he sold condoms. The pharmacist said yes, but looked a little surprised that this old woman was interested in condoms, so he asked her, "What size do you want?"
The old lady thought for aminute and said, "One that will fit a Camel." |
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gurl sighs...Owner is asleep...smiling...another good nights work done. |
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What do you call a psychic midget who just escaped from jail?
A small medium at large! |
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Defense Attorney: Will you please state your age?
Little Old Lady: I am 86 years old.
Defense Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened
the night of April 1st?
Little Old Lady: There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front
porch on a warm spring evening, when a young man comes creeping up on
the porch and sat down beside me.
Defense Attorney: Did you know him?
Little Old Lady: No, but he sure was friendly.
Defense Attorney: What happened after he sat down?
Little Old Lady: He started to rub my thigh.
Defense Attorney: Did you stop him?
Little Old Lady: No, I didn't stop him.
Defense Attorney: Why not?
Little Old Lady: It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Abner
died some 30 years ago.
Defense Attorney: What happened next?
Little Old Lady: He began to rub my breasts.
Defense Attorney: Did you stop him then?
Little Old Lady: No, I did not stop him.
Defense Attorney: Why not?
Little Old Lady: His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I
haven't felt that good in years!
Defense Attorney: What happened next?
Little Old Lady: Well, by then, I was feeling really "spicy" that I
just laid down and told him "Take me, young man. Take me!"
Defense Attorney: Did he take you?
Little Old Lady: Hell, no! He just yelled, "April Fool!" And that's
when I shot him, the little bastard.
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If you are a hearts  and flowers  Dom out side the bedroom, an in charge Dom
  
in the bedroom,
And who knows what "aftercare" is then Your gurl is very lucky!! |
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A man is driving home, when is pulled over by a patrolman for a broken blinker. The cop looks into the guys' car and sees a collection of knives in the backseat.
"Sir," the cop says. "Why do you have all those knives?"
"They're for my juggling act," the man says.
"I don't believe you," says the cop. "Prove it." So the man gets out of his car and begins juggling the knives. At the same time, a car with two guys in it drives by.
"Man," says the first guy. "I'm glad I quit drinking. These new sobriety tests are hard."   |
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A man is driving down the road and notices a car in the ditch. He doesn't usually help many people so he drives on by. Then he notices that a pretty woman is the driver so he goes back to help.
As he is hooking his truck to her car he says, "You know, you are the first pregnant woman I've ever helped out of a ditch."
"But I'm not pregnant," she says.
"Well, you're not out of the ditch yet," he says.  |
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Bozo's Big Beautiful Ass |
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There was an old man named Bozo, and all he had was a female donkey. One day he wins the lottery and gets $50,000. He doesn't know what to do with his money, so he decides to spend a night in a five star hotel. He asks for the finest room and starts going up the stairs with his female donkey. The manager sees him and asks where he's going with his donkey.
"Anywhere I go, she goes."
"I'm sorry, sir," said the manager, "but you can't take the donkey upstairs. Leave it down here with us and we'll take good care of her." So Bozo goes up to his room and opens the door. Everything is made of gold, there is a table full of food, and a huge television. He doesn't want to ruin anything so he takes his raggedy coat off and sleeps on the floor. The next morning the manager comes up to the room and asks how his night was.
''Great!'' replied Bozo. ''How much do I have to pay?'' he asks.
''One thousand dollars for the food.''
''But I haven't touched the food."
''It was right there, so you should have. Two thousand dollars for the TV."
''But I didn't even know how to turn the damn thing on!''
''It was there, so you should have. Five thousand for sleeping on the bed."
''But I slept on the floor!''
''It was there. Your total is eight thousand dollars."
''You owe me ten thousand dollars for screwing my donkey.''
''But sir, I didn't screw your donkey.''
''It was there. You should have!'' | |
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Three mice are sitting at a bar in a pretty rough neighborhood late at night trying to impress each other about how tough they are. The first mouse orders a scotch, gulps it down and slams the glass on the bar. He turns to the second mouse and says, "When I see a mousetrap, I lie on my back and set it off with my foot. When the bar comes down, I catch it in my teeth, bench press it 20 times to work up an appetite, and then make off with the cheese."
The second mouse orders two shots of bourbon, slams them down and nearly breaks the glasses on the bar. He turns to the first mouse and replies, "Yeah, well, when I see rat poison, I collect as much as I can, take it home, grind it into a powder, and add it to my coffee each morning so I can get a good buzz going for the rest of the day."
The first mouse and the second mouse then turn to the third mouse. The third mouse lets out a long sigh and says to the first two, "I don't have time for this bullshit. I gotta go home and screw the cat." |
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What Do I Look Like? |
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A newlywed couple just moved into their new house. One day the husband comes home from work and his wife says, "Honey, you know, in the upstairs bathroom one of the pipes is leaking, could you fix it?"
The husband just looked at his wife and said, "What do I look like, Mr.Plumber?”
A few days went by, and he comes home from work and again his wife asks for a favor, "Honey, the car won't start, I think that it needs a new battery. Could you change it for me?"
"What do I look like, Mr.Goodwrench?" was his response. Another couple of weeks go by, and it's raining pretty hard. His wife then finds a leak in the roof. She pleads with him as he's walking through the door. "Honey, there's a leak on the roof! Can you please fix it?"
He just looked at her and said "What do I look like, Bob Vila?" and sat down with a beer and watched a game on TV.
One weekend the husband woke up and it was pouring pretty hard, but the leak on the roof was gone! Speaking of leaks, he also went to take a shower, and he found that the one pipe behind the sink wasn't leaking anymore either.
His wife was coming home just then, and as she walked through the door, the husband asked, "Honey, how come there aren't any more leaks, and the car's running?"
She replied nonchalantly, "Oh, the other day I was picking up the mail, and I ran into one of our new neighbors, Jon. What a nice man. He came over and fixed everything." "Wow, did he charge us anything?" asked the husband. "No, he just said that he'd do it for free if I either baked him a cake or had sex with him" she said.
"Cool. What kind of cake did you make?" asked the husband. "Cake? What the hell do you think I look like, Betty Crocker? | |
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Buy me a beer if you want the story told
Of why I moved down South from the frost and cold.
Why I’m knee deep in therapy, liquor, and pills.
Why I’ve given up charity in lieu of cheap thrills.
Why I loathe mistletoe, fruitcake and bells --
And why I’ll celebrate Xmas when it freezes in hell.
You’ll never see this elf make angels in snow.
Hey thanks for the booze – so I guess here it goes:
“Twas the night after Christmas in the North Pole
No creatures were stirring, not one lousy soul.
Santa’s house appeared eerily silent
But inside the fat man was hungry, was violent
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This workshop of toys for kids of all ages
Was filled with elves quaking in cages.
Who woke up from their long winter’s naps
To find themselves snared in a devious trap.
Hours before I had been bingeing on nog
Passed out under the bed, I spied the whole saga.
I saw all my brothers rounded up in cages.
Sleepy victims of wicked midnight rampages.
Then what to my horrified eyes should appear
But a wild-eyed Santa pinching an elf by the ear.
Each little sprite shook in their tights and boots.
That this monster was Santa, no one could refute.
His size and his beard gave him away as St. Nick
His fangs and his scales made me quite sick
Blood seemed to stain his white fluffy trim
He was hunched, drooling, and disgustingly slim.
“Come little helper! Climb into my maw!”
He laughed, then casually ate the elf raw.
He greedily sucked the imp’s hide off the bone
I was awed! I was scared! I was truly alone!
Dainty elf paws clutched bars and cried
Drunk on deinal; confounded by why.
(He lost his count during his murderous spree
Thought he’d rounded up most, but forgot about me!)
His hunger was wracking his hunched-over frame
With a crippling appetite that didn’t know shame.
“Don’t eat us! We love you! Look at our faces!”
The doomed little elves made their sad cases
But Santa ignored them with a swipe of his fist
Pulled out some parchment and started a list:
“Silence, you nuggets – I’m trying to think
Who to char-broil, who to blend into drink.
Who to dice, fillet, bake or panfry
Who to boil in soup, who to stuff in a pie”
These taunts seemed so strange to come from a man
Who held the dreams of children in his hands
Teeth full of gristle, he then sadly revealed
To his captive chorus of angel-faced veal,
That humans are greedy, petty, drunk on their vices.
And each Yuletide revel exacts gruesome prices
These prices are paid by the magical gnomes
Who hammer the toys that clutter up homes.
The payment’s a life – one for each holiday sin.
Delivered by Santa, after his joyful break-ins.
Perhaps he was cursed by the Easter Bunny
Or an April Fool’s jester who thought it’d be funny.
The Great Pumpkin, Jack Frost or just maybe –
That jealous and bratty New Years Eve baby.
Maybe it was a clue, how well we were fed
On cookies, cakes, lard balls and bread.
But our nature’s to love, not to distrust.
So we hugged the fat Claus’s and finished each crust.
Ignorant to what would soon transpire
We’d collapse in heaps by the crackling fire.
Expecting the old man to come flying back
And start making next years toys for his sack.
But how does he have enough sprites for his belly?
The final act of sorrow starts as fetal elf jelly.
That ferments inside his wife until it’s a broth
Filled with thimble-sized elves that surge forth like froth.
And these newborn elves, spawned pure from her womb.
Don’t understand: their workshop is really a tomb
Their dimples are gumdrops, they sneeze pixie dust.
Santa doesn’t hate them – he’s cursed with a lust.
Elves are packed with vitamins A, C, and E
We’re awfully juicy, tart yet also fruity,
We go well with gravy and mayonnaise and toast
But casserole is how Santa likes us the most.
Barbequed, fricasseed, or flambéed
Sunny-side up, shish-ka-bobbed or flayed.
Prepared anyway, our flesh is quite delicious
And it’s not like toy-happy children will miss us.
Goodbye Carl, Zud, Sprinkles and Jan!
Blossom, Hortense, Cobweb, and Stan!
Julie, Miss Knickers, Fidget, and Ralph.
I’m sorry you’re dead, you wonderful elf.
A mouthed greased with fat, Santa then hibernated.
As Mrs. Claus squatted and grossly gestated
And all that is left of my cherubic siblings.
Was a pile of bells, curly-toed boots – mostly elf things
So much for good cheer! But don’t shed a tear:
This gruesome cycle has happened for hundreds of years.
And as the fist to survive Father’s murderous rout
In a month I stopped hiding and got the hell out.”
Now I spend my days soaking under a sun like a yolk
(Yeah, I wish I’d have saved all or some of my folk)
I now have a tan where the rum’s in supply.
Sewing up flags for Captain Fourth of July. | |
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What two things in the air can make a women pregnant?
Her feet!
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LOL>>>>>>>>>>>A kid comes home from school with a writing assignment. He asks his father for help. "Dad, can you tell me the difference between potential and reality?"
His father looks up, thoughtfully, and then says, "I'll demonstrate. Go ask your mother if she would sleep with Robert Redford for a million dollars. Then go ask your sister if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Then come back and tell me what you've learned."
The kid is puzzled, but decides to ask his mother. "Mom, if someone gave you a million dollars, would you sleep with Robert Redford?"
"Don't tell your father, but yes, I would."
He then goes to his sister's room. "Sis, if someone gave you a million dollars, would you sleep with Brad Pitt?"
She replies, "Omigod! Definitely!"
The kid goes back to his father. "Dad, I think I've figured it out. Potentially, we are sitting on two million bucks, but in reality, we are living with two sluts." |
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A gurls gotta love getting this kind of note in her mailbox!!
Hi MY pet...
I have started this...in hopes of you getting a minute to read it and chase
some of those 'blues' away. I am saddened at the fact of you being in the
doldrums. Maybe this might improve your mindset.
After all....your note to me made me crazy for you...all over again....I
love the fact that you have been thinking of what I told you...to have you
hold my warm cum on your tongue....and admire how sexy and stunning you will
look....with your treat on your lips. Oh yessss....I will want you to be
fed over and over by me.....emptying for you.
And now....I am taking that rock hard cock of mine....and desiring to fuck
you mercilessly from behind.....as you are on all fours on the bed. A very
needful hunger for me......as I reach under you with my fingers....and open
that glorious pussy from the rear.....parting you with my hands....feeling
your wetness leak all over me....and then taking them from you to taste
you...over and over again.....
Leaning over you....whispering in your ear.....how desperately I need to
take you.....to use my pet.....to thrust my meat into her waiting hole. And
you will softly whimper back....."take me....take all of me Master....." IN
that instant, I will stand behind you...and reach to guide my tool into your
soaking wet pussy......your c*nt lips eager to accept that familiar member.
I take hold of your hips....and pull you hard...back onto me....and I begin
to slam my groin against your ass......It is a furious pace.....and I can
see your tits swaying with the motion......and you lean your head down..onto
your arms....to leverage further back onto me....wanting every bit of my
cock to fill your delicious twat. We fuck with mind bending passion.....
I tell you that I have never needed a pussy as much as I need
yours.........that I crave your openings......that I will fuck it and use
it....again and again.....and again. I want it sore when you sit....knowing that your Master has violated your c*nt lips with such a
torrid effort. It is heaven......
Soon....I can sense my orgasm building....it become more and more
intense...for you. You feel the heat and strength of my cock....deeply
buried in you. My hands....gripping so fucking tight on your hips.....the
redness of my clenching deepening. I Am there.....on the brink....and I
know of what I will do.......
As I feel such surge in my balls......it is scalding my sacs. I am
breathing out of control....and you have cum and cum again......at my
direction. Now it is my turn.....you feel me slide my cock out of your
pussy......the slurping sounds of our wetness mixing and filling the
air.....then...you can tell that I have laid my cock in the crack of your
gorgeous ass.....and then....let it lay there...in that warming slot....and
I begin to cum.....I am slowly sliding my cock in that valley of your ass
crack. The spurts continue...and I am coating your ass....filling that slot
with my heated jism.......it is all over your tush....and flowing in the
crack so plentiful. It looks so fucking hott.....my cum leaking down your
ass...towards your tight anus.....and you are my pet.
I tell you how awesome you look with my seed on your body....and then I
stand up straight....move my cock away from your ass....knowing that my
balls have emptied on you entirely. Now...my slut....my pet....my perfect
love...I will begin to massage my cum into your ass......slowly....deeply.
I take my fingers....and move a nice puddle of my cum...to your ass....and
feed it in...with my fingers......more and more.......And then...I begin to
fuck your ass.....that tight bung of yours....with my fingers. You arch
your back....to accept my fingers....and you scream with delight...
Soon....I am thrusting you deeply...fingering your ass...fucking your ass
with one...then two....then three fingers....your ass walls soothed by the
slippery cum that is lubing you......
I lean closer to you...and say.....I am going to do the same thing with your
c*nt now, my pet......and you scoot wider for me....to accept my other
hand...and its entry into that already dripping wet hole.
Oh my pet.....in a few seconds....I am fingerfucking both your ass and your
c*nt.....and you are mine.....you are my special pet....I am using you as
your heart wishes to give me....it is not long before you are ready....and
you offer your cum to me again....and I finger you deeply into that red hot
pussy....and as you are ready....I open you wide...and let you release all
your insides.....
I slowly ease you down on the bed......lean forward and kiss your
hair......and take my place at your side....holding you as you come back to
earth...
I will take you again...and again...
xo
M.
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"well maybe it will just take time and things will fall into place some times certain people are hard to bond with but they turn out to be just what we need or some times we never bond with them" This was sent to me by a wise Mistress!!
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Ok folks...here are the results!! Like it got 6 votes..and Dont like it got 12 votes!!!
Like it answers: 
- The perfect slave
- A great slave
- A slave to be proud of, because they are well trained and do me honor.
- You now own what you have strived for. "Perfection"
- A slave who is the epitome of low-maintenance. That would be more the result of years of being in a relationship than anything else.
- Her soul!
Don’t like it answers: 
- Cardboard.
- Boring!!
- A mannequin!
- A blow up doll
- Nothing but boring sextoy, Where is the learning where is the give and take.
- Either a good beer ... or a toy ... that would get boring after awhile
- You own a robot
- It would make me want to kick her out!
- Boring
- A fucking doormat!!
- A table or chair??
- The most boring and dull slave!
On a personal note... i think that a slave who is sooo perfect is creepy...it makes me wonder if they are human...knock knock is anyone in there?? |
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Question: If You are a Master/Dom/Domme/Top and your property gives you everything you want, when you want it, the way you want it and never gets out of line and never needs to be punished what do you own? |
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 well that just about covers my Friday night!!! |
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Welcome to the Christmas edition of getting to know your friends and family. Okay, here’s what you are supposed to do (and try not to be a Scrooge about it.) Just copy (not forward) the entire email. And paste it into a new email that you can send. Change all the answers so they apply to you. Than send it to a bunch of your friends and family. And including the one who sent it to you.
Wrapping paper or gift bags?……………………………..................paper
Real tree or fake tree?……………………………...............................none
When do you put up your tree?……………………………................don’t have a tree
Cranberry jelly or berries?……………………………........................jelly
Eggnog, love it or hate it?……………………………..........................love
Favorite gift received as a child?……………………………...............A new saddle
Do you have a nativity set?……………………………........................no
Hardest person to buy for?……………………………........................Russell, my son
Easiest person to buy for?……………………………........................Killian, grandson
Mail or email Christmas cards?……………………………................don’t send them
Worst gift ever received?……………………………...........................A spoon
Favorite Christmas movie?…………………………….......................none
When do you start shopping for Christmas?………………………..December
Have you ever re-gifted a Christmas present?……………………….no
Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?……………………….......choc covered cherries
Clear or colored lights on the tree………………………………...........none
Favorite Christmas song?……………………………...........................none
Travel or stay home for Christmas?……………………………............stay home
Can you name all the reindeer?……………………………..................no
Angel or star on the top of the tree?……………………………..........no tree
Open all gifts Christmas Eve or Christmas day?……………………day
Most annoying thing about this time of year?………………………..people
Best thing about this time of year?…………………………….............small children
Favorite ornament theme or color?……………………………............none
Favorite dish for Christmas dinner?……………………………...........stuffing
What do you want for Christmas this year?………………………….boots
Best holiday tradition?…………………………….................................none
Best thing in your stocking?…………………………….......................it’s empty
Favorite ornament on the tree?……………………………...................no tree
Least favorite thing in your stocking when you were a kid?…....nuts
What’s always a good holiday gift?…………………………….............$$$$$$$$$
Best holiday smell?…………………………….....................................snow
Least favorite holiday food……………………………….......................lima beans
Favorite holiday cookie?……………………………..............................Oreos
Favorite holiday candy?……………………………...............choc covered cherries
Favorite holiday character?……………………………..........................none
Most memorable Christmas?……………………………..…..Ski trip to New Mexico |
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LOL...Yes i have a tattoo on my butt... it says 'Slippery When Wet" |
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The Rug Merchant
Part two;
Gurl sighs and rinses off and finishes her shower…she dresses with care…each item selected to show off her body to it’s best advantage…hose are silky and sheer…matching bra and panties…blouse unbuttoned just so to show off just a hint of what is hidden underneath…gurls hair full and softly curling down her back… just a hint of perfume at her wrists and nape of her neck…she is ready to go…gathering up her book and purse she heads out the door… gurl pulls out into the early evening traffic…Miles Davis in the c d player…windows down…gurl noses her truck onto the freeway…the mall is just up the road from her condo…she finds a parking spot and sets the alarm…going in the entrance she has to walk thru most of the mall...window shopping as she goes … gurl stops by a new store that is not open yet… looks like a Rug Merchant is setting up…hmmm a rug in her dining room would be a nice touch…she will have to remember to come back next week and take a look at some…
The man watches the woman stop at the window and look in …tall …early-thirties …single?…she has a look about her… the man feels that she is a slave…He did not see a collar…pretty gurl he thinks to himself as he goes back to what he was doing…
Making her way to the food court gurl stops and gets a chai tea with soy…mmmm her favorite…finding am empty table with a good view she settles in…book open…foot tucked under her…she sips her tea and scans the crowd…with the Christmas Holidays near the mall has a pretty good crowd… young lovers…married couples with children…she sits and watches them all…
The man needs a break and decides to go get a cup of coffee…as he turns from the vendor he sees the gurl…she is sitting there with a book open and a empty cup from the same vendor in front of her… foot under her…she is not reading the book…she is people watching…hmmm…he has a lot of work to do, but, decides to sit down and watch her… she reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear… as she does so her blouse tightens across her breasts… they are large… 40 d d is his guess… and they are real … they move lightly beneath her movements…firm but soft… she turns her head and looks directly at him…as if she could feel his eyes on her…
Gurl sighs… she had noticed the man looking at her but didn’t think much of it…men look that’s what they do…he looks to be in his early forties…not too tall but with a nice build…dark hair and light eyes…green Or blue perhaps…oh well…its getting late and the mall will be closing in about half an hour…she closes the book with out ever having read and word… tonight even Tom Clancey can’t distract her…as she turns to leave the man stands and starts walking towards her…green his eyes are green…and he has a 5 o’clock shadow…and he is a Master she realizes with a start…He looks directly into her eyes and smiles… gurl, as silly as it sounds, gets flustered and looks away from Him… she realizes what she has done but it is too late…He is walking away…right about now she wishes she cursed because there a few choice words she would like to mutter… well too late he is gone now…
Throwing away her cup she starts back thru the mall…looking into windows and thinking about the upcoming Holiday Season…shops are closing down for the night…vendors are rolling down those big metal doors and turning off the lights…she comes to the Rug Merchants store and pauses to look in… in the time she was sitting in the food court a large pile of beautiful rugs had been moved to the center of the store…she looks around but does not see anyone inside the store… the rugs look so soft and Ooohh the lovely colors…gurl goes in and runs her hand thru the lush silk pile…Mmmm…how she would love to feel that on her back…or on her face as she knelt on it…looking around she still does not see anyone so she leans over and rubs her cheek on the silky rug…
The Man looks out from the back room as the door chime rings… it is the slave from the food court… she had turned, looked away from Him before… and now she was in His store… He watches as she looks around and then leans over to rub her face into a silk rug… as gurl leans over he gets a good look at her nice round rear end… she is wearing slacks but they are fitted just right to show her off… He feels Himself stir…
Gurl stands up and looks around the store…still no one in sight… unable to resist she goes over to another stack of rugs…these are much heavier and scratchier… and once again she leans over and rubs her face into the rugs’ pile… all sorts of naughty thoughts go thru her mind… being taken from behind while her head is being pressed down into the rough fibers… of being four pointed and the sound a single tail makes cutting thru the air just before it pops her shaved cunny as the fibers rub her back and rear end…
The Man quietly comes out of the back room and walks directly up behind her…he is just inches away from her…she is wearing Shalimar… her light scent fills His senses…again He feels Himself stir… softly he says “Hello little gurl” …she gasps and whirls around to find herself face to face with the Master from the food court…
His presence up close is very powerful… she had felt His power from a few feet away but it was nothing compared to now…licking her lips she says Hello Sir…He asks “ Where is your Master?”…’I don’t have a Master, Sir’…arching His brow He reaches out and takes her hand, lightly pulling her she turns in a circle before Him…looking her over from head to toe He says “ Are you looking for a Master to serve?”…’yes Sir’ she replies…”Good gurl, stand here.”…‘yes Sir’ she answers…He walks to the front of the store and pulls down the heavy metal security door… blocking out the noise from the mall and locks it…
He turns back to her and says…”What’s your name?”… ‘Lea, Sir’…“I am Gregory”…to be continued… |
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The Rug Merchant
Part One
Gurl sighs…another week has gone by…get up at 5, shower, do her make up, dress, go to work, come home at 6, try to cook diner for one, watch the news at 10, go to bed , get up and do it all over again…it has been like this for almost three months now… three long empty months…gurl is very capable of taking care of her self…she put herself thru college working as a stripper and paid off all of her student loans ahead of time…her condo is almost paid for…her truck is only a year and a half old…credit cards are paid off each month…her life is steady and stable… she has many acquaintances and a few friends…but no Owner…she has the need riding her hard…the need to feel hands on her body…need to feel a whip on her flesh…to feel teeth rasping on her hardened nipples…that sweet ache between her thighs has been getting harder to ignore… gurl knows soon she will have to find a new owner… she sighs with regret… regret that she has to start looking on the internet and going to local BDSM clubs… the flakes and the wannabes give her a headache… restless she decides to go to the mall and just sit in the food court and people watch…take her book and pretend to read it while she sips her hot tea and watch… gurl goes into the bedroom to pick out what to wear… navy slacks, white top with pearl buttons, matching panties and bra set, hose and heels…next to the shower…dropping her tank top and shorts into the hamper as she reaches in to the shower and starts the spray…after adjusting the water temperature she turns back to the sink to take out the elastic holding her hair…catching glimpses of her self in the mirror gurl pauses… she has just had her 35th birthday… her skin has a healthy tan… her hair is to the middle of her back…with just a bit of curl in it… the silvery blonde is shiny and thick…her large full breasts have big dark nipples…they hang prettily with the nipples hard and slightly turned upwards…gurl is bbw and has a nice round butt and tummy with a nice waist…all in all very nice to look at…gurl steps into the shower… readjusting the temperature steam starts to curl around her … mmmm that feels good… she reaches for the softly scented soap and lathers herself… legs, thighs, tummy, arms and neck… saving the tender parts for last… slippery fingers slide into her folds…rubbing…stoking… turning around she presses her cheek against the marble…arching her back as the hot water turns her skin pink…rubbing just a little faster and harder she moans ever so softly…it feels good…faster, harder…her other hand slides up her slick soapy belly towards her breast…cupping it…thumb stoking over the hardened nipple…then a pinch… Ooohh yes…her hand is going faster and faster on her little clit…the heat from the shower swirling around her…first one nipple pinched and pulled on then the other…oh god…she is going to cumm…here it comes…starting deep in gurls belly…rolling down to her most tender of parts…neck arching gurl is racked with the pleasure…its fading now…drifting away…and gurl is left in the shower…breast in one hand and cumm soaked fingers in her cunny… to be continued… |
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The mystery of the valley is female...It is the emptyness in woman and the fullness of the Great Mother, The endless source of everything and the generosity of all that is...Lao Tsu's Tao Te Ching |
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sighs of delight sound in the night...and the air is perfumed with the smell of leather |
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LOL!!! SAD but true...I just got this message from a "Master in Oklahoma... "No one gives s a shit about your journals m,ake room for women who are still seeking whats the deal with all you dumb asses NOT looking but you still take up space.MAKE ROOM MOVE UR FAT ASS "...can you find the spell check button? I pasted it into Word and ran the grammar check Flesch-Kincaid grade level 0.0!!
I am not saying the same thing would happen to my entries...but then I don’t go around trying to make myself feel better but belittling others work…so here is some advice to the “master” from Oklahoma…”GO BACK TO THE SCHOOL YARD”
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Beyond the light…there is one who has fallen in to the abyss… into a place of such emptiness…such darkness… in a place where no others dwell… so long alone… that even she has forgotten her name… No one to look for her…no one to remember her…lost into the abyss…nameless and forgotten…alone…who will find her…none least they fall into the abyss as she did…chasing the light… unaware of what’s just ahead…just one step away from the edge…from falling … |
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The feel of your teeth as they sink into my flesh…marking me as yours…for all to see… |
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start here... then some of this...  add some of this... and some of this... some more of this and some more... and perhaps i could end up looking like this... !!
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…Sighs…Yet once again I will say this...Make no mistake here…I do not fear you…so threats will get you no where…This is the last time i will respond to you...Call me what ever names you want...I will not meet you...I asked permission to keep my appointment with you and was denied...I WILL NOT ignore the one who told me not to go...no matter how many fake names you put on CM I will just keep blocking you...so go away...go back to where you came from and stay there...the more juvenile things you do the more I respect the one who told me not to meet you…Shellby Lea |
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I found this and had to share it!!!
A Man who displays sensitivity will be a Master who is sensitive to you.
A Man who displays humility will be a Master who will show you respect.
A Man who is not afraid to cry will be a Master who understands your tears.
A Man who is quiet will be a Master who will hear your quietest whisper,
A Man who knows fear will be a Master who will not leave you to face yours alone.
A Man who will listen to a child will be a Master who will always work to understand your words.
A Man who can stand alone will be a Master who will not crush you under His weight.
A Man who controls Himself with ease will be a Master with the ability to control you in the same way.
A Man who does not have to prove His point will be a Master with many worthwhile points to share.
A Man who never makes demands will be a Master who treasures anything you give.
A Man who doesn't run after you will be a Master you will never need to run away from.
A Man who is calm will be a Master who can weather your storms.
A Man who has walked the path to peace will be a Master able to guide you along that path.
A Man who does not shout will be a Master who will never deafen you.
A Man who knows Himself will be a Master who will have time to know you.
A Man with an open mind will be a Master who never stops learning.
A Man who never stops learning will be a Master who never stops growing.
A Man who always seeks to be the best He can be for you is the only Man truly worthy of being called Master. |
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Sir,
I am sorry You feel betrayed. Regardless of Your ego I have to do what’s best for me.
For what it’s worth, I did asked permission to still make the interview and my request was denied. So, what would have me do? I ignore him??
If our positions were reversed would You like it Your new toy ignored what You said and went to meet another Master?
I think NOT.
Shellby Lea |
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" It is a happy talent to know how to Play" ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
oh how true...the joy one can obtain from play...
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I wish to thank everyone I have met here on COLLARME.com. With very few exceptions everyone has been very nice to me. I have decided on the one I want to play with. He is a Master with years of experience. Both He and His Wife are wonderful people. And I am looking forward to spending a long time with them. To everyone I chat with on yahoo I would like to continue to talk with you. However. I cannot consider any offers of play or RT meetings. I will continue to add to my journal. Sharing my dirty thoughts and ideas with you. I wish all the best to You and Yours, Shellby Lea |
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"The two opposing values-good and bad, good and evil- have waged a terrible battle on earth for thousands of years....Up to now there has been no greater event than....this deadly contradiction."
Friedrich Nietzsche |
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Such greed for You...eating at me from the inside...consuming me...gnawing at my bones while they are still covered in living flesh...ripping at my guts... shredding my insides...rendering my mind useless of all thoughts except those of You, my Master Knight… |
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Knees shaking…thighs trembling…teeth clinched…I stand bare before you… a light sheen of perspiration on my brow… the heat rising from my striped back….Your hand reaching out to trace the marks with finger tips….admiring the nights work…”good Girl. My brighteyes” You whisper into my ear…sighing I say “thank You Master Knight”…exhausted and spent I sink to the floor as my bonds are released…You kneel beside me…petting me and whispering soft words of love to me…I can see in Your eyes and hear it in your voice that You are pleased with me…You have bought me so far along in the time we have been together…from the slave I was…un-loved, under-used…the trust I have in You has grow strong and steadily under Your teachings…You have brought me out of the darkness and into the light…into the love I have longed to find…and have with You….My master Knight…. |
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I am a woman with needs.
I have a soul deep longing to serve Master.
I am a woman with needs.
My body is trained to be fulfilled by the whip.
I am a woman with needs.
To find pleasure in the pain is ecstasy. |
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I would like to thank everyone for Your interest in me. i have decided to stop looking and choose from two D/S couples and a single Master. So, once again Thank You All. |
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WOW what a way to start the day!! Ya Gotta love great sex in the back yard at 6am in the morning!!!    |
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Ever wonder where some people come from? I mean we are all susposed to be from earth but somtimes I wonder...Some get pissed off if you don't run outside and jump into the truck and run all the red lights getting to them...i mean he told me in his one line msg i could suck his cock!!! That was it. Thats all he said. I sent him a msg asking for more information about him and what he was looking for. I got a huge hateful msg back from him because i dare question a "Master"....i guess i deserved what i got for assuming he was from earth...   |
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Yesterday i spent the whole day getting spanked, flogged, whipped, fucked HARD,had a cock deep in my throat several times (MMmmm), nipples pinched and abused, pussy spanked (am still swollen and pink), got to have a single tail used all over my rear end. I hope all of you here on CM had as good of a day as i did!!! |
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Hidden in the Golden Light
Shining down so bright
Never Seen or Spoken To
Left to burn in the Sun
Deemed unfit, just left to Sit
All alone, shown no Love
Only in the Darkest of the Night
Am I to be Shown Attention
Just for the Pleasure I can Give
Never for the Value I have
Brought out And shown Off
Just to be put away with the coming Light
Least I bask in His Love
To Which I have no right
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I hate not being able to sleep!!
Mostly because there is no else awake that i can be bratty to...*grins* |
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A bald man with a wooden leg gets invited to a Halloween party.
He doesn't know what costume to wear to hide his head and his leg
so he writes to a costume company to explain his problem.
A few days later he received a parcel with the following note:
Dear Sir,
Please find enclosed a pirate's outfit. The spotted handkerchief
will cover your bald head and, with your wooden leg, you will be
just right as a pirate.
Very truly yours,
Acme Costume Co.
The man thinks this is terrible because they have emphasized his
wooden leg and so he writes a letter of complaint. A week goes by
and he receives another parcel and a note, which says:
Dear Sir,
Please find enclosed a monk's habit. The long robe will cover your
wooden leg and, with your bald head, you will really look the part.
Very truly yours,
Acme Costume Co.
Now the man is re ally upset since they have gone from emphasizing
his wooden leg to emphasizing his bald head so again he writes the
company another nasty letter of complaint. The next day he gets a
small parcel and a note, which reads:
Dear Sir,
Please find enclosed a bottle of molasses and a bag of crushed
nuts. Pour the molasses over your bald head, pat on crushed nuts,
stick your wooden leg up your ass and go as a caramel apple.
Very truly yours,
Acme Costume Co.
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Here is something i thought of...
You shove me onto the bed, hands bound behind my back; I struggle to my knees, as you stand there watching me. Ass stinging from the paddling I just took…there on the wall are two 2x4’s nailed about 8 feet apart, stretched between them is a section of chain link fence where you had me tied with thin crepe’ paper, the kind you see strung around
At parties … If I moved and broke the paper holding me to the fence I would get 10 hits with the wooden paddle that is layered with lead and dipped into latex… the paper tied around each wrist and around my neck…you had been working my breasts with the flogger… I don’t know how long I took the beating…it seemed forever…but eventually my head came away from the fence and broke the paper…sobbing I fell to my hands and knees…reaching down you grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet…walking me to the bed, you bent my over the edge and reached for the paddle…you knew that I would break the paper…it was just a matter of time…whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap...5 hits each side in quick secession…screaming out in agonized ecstasy I thanked you for each one…leaning over me pressing your cock to my welt covers ass you say softly to me good girl brighteyes…standing me up I sway on my feet… head swimming and huge purple bruises already starting to show up on my ass you steady me…I lean into you over come by it all…after a few minutes of you holding me you reach for the handcuffs…by the time you turn back to me my hands are already behind my back…I know what you want…you’ve taught me well… You shove onto the bed, hands bound behind my back; I struggle to my knees, as you stand there watching me…my face pressed into the mattress…back arched…knees spread I wait for you to shove you cock into my dripping wet pussy…I am so wet I can smell myself…that clean musky scent…my breast are aching so sweetly…red welts turning darker…blending in with the older marks already there…you run your big hands over my ass…feeling the heat rising from your work with the paddle…digging your fingers into my cheeks I whimper in delight…I can feel the tip of you cock just at my opening…barley touching me…I want to push backward so bad…craving the feel of you deep inside of me…I know better than to do that…so I wait…wait for you plunge home…
This is what I thought of tonight as I lay in my bed alone…dilldo shoved deep in my pussy…vibrator buzzing…dancing on my clit…I cry out your name as I cum over and over…master, master,,,master…
This is the first time in so long, too long, I have cum…the first time I’ve had anything in my pussy in what seem like forever…………… |
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 Wow... i have met a lot really nice people here.. thank you to everone who has sent me a message!!!! |
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Hello, Just a few lines to say thank you for your interest. I am collared and have her permission to go play. Maam has a few rules, i must be able to be reached by phone, no branding, no harm, respect my safe word. |
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| Age: 59 |
| Chino Hills,
California |
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