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I am very much an alpha male in and out of my job in the cold reality of day to day life. I consider myself diverse, and typically pursue someone who is also diverse. Someone who can wear many hats is the ultimate aphrodisiac, as it paves the way to both lives meshing into one. I am looking to be THE one, for one Domme. Someone who can hold my attention outside of D/s, will create a deeper desire for submission on my part. Someone who is as selective as me, and has as many interests outside this lifestyle, as they do in the lifestyle. Someone who believes in building a solid vanilla foundation, as well as a solid D/s dynamic.
Some of my friends might not be surprised to know I was “a little kinky”. But....ALL of my friends WOULD be surprised to find I am submissive, and to find out just HOW into this lifestyle I am. I do not like to sit around letting life pass by, I like to get out and live it. I love good conversation, on many subjects from serious to light hearted. I can probably make you pee yourself from laughter. And You peeing on me is not out of the question either:) Sorry had to throw the pun in there.
My submissive side does not define me, however it is an undeniable, HUGE side to me. I feel as though submitting is a sort of price a slave must pay to be with a Goddess. A Domme who would use that very sensual power exchange dynamic of our relationship to make me want to serve, and to push myself more and more for Her. A Domme who longed to have power and control like an addict needs a drug. The feeling of a Domme who owns me, almost licking Her lips as she anticipates what She has in store for me is...a little scary when done right, but undeniably intoxicating for me. I often feel a strong sense of blissful comfort, yet my heart is racing.

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9/17/2010 1:59:37 PM
Cape May N.J. for a week, then N.Y. for a week. Should be a fun trip.

9/8/2010 11:27:09 AM
I love reading the journals of Dommes who copy and paste the worst messages they get from subs. Seriosuly, it makes me literally LMAO sometimes. I have a couple Dommes who send them to me now and again when they don't feel like posting, or when they want to share a laugh with me. It's great comedy. If any nice Domme is reading this and has a message in mind that they think would make me laugh, please feel free to send it. Thankyou very much in advance.

5/4/2010 5:38:37 PM
I've had a few requests for pics of me clean shaven.  I did not realize, I did not have any in my pics. I will add one soon. For the record, most women prefer me with facial hair.

3/2/2010 3:15:59 PM
I made a FB page a few months ago. It is totally vanilla, and not associated with this side of me. I am contemplating making a page geared towards the D/s side of me. Anyone have any thoughts? Anyone have two pages?

1/15/2010 2:36:13 PM
Been doing alot of reading lately and self analyzation. Centering around this lifestyle and why I am a sub/how I became one. Interestingly enough, I am starting to think that the Dommes, particularly the ones who want tribute, probably have lower self esteem then the subs. Interesting.

1/6/2010 12:39:52 PM
Back from NY. Had a great trip. Not sure if I want to move back to east coast, or to Austin. It's down to one of those two places though, at some point this year. Someone help me decide...lol.

12/22/2009 1:26:52 PM
Off to NY for two weeks. Be back on the 5th. Happy Holidays.

12/17/2009 11:37:10 AM
Why is asking for a picture such a sin? Physical attraction is not part of the overall attraction? You are scared to show me what you look like???....that is not a good quality in a Domme. people are glad to flip through my pics on my profile when talking to me, and then ask for more pics, yet some have such a problem sharing there pics.

12/12/2009 5:09:59 PM
OMFG Now I have read everything. I just saw a Domme's profile, and in BIG red letters, at the start of it, it said: "The only sub I am interested in having right now, is one who can help me learn Spanish".   Priorities....she's got 'em!  

12/6/2009 12:25:52 AM
What the hell is it with profiles that show just a bare foot? Is this the most attractive part of them? Is this some new thing that I am not aware of? Perhaps I should try posting a pic of just my hand.

11/23/2009 5:09:45 PM
Leaving for Austin in the Am, returning on the 2nd.

11/17/2009 11:17:01 AM
Most impressive display of control I have ever seen with a whip.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdsAD-sSM4Y

10/24/2009 3:49:34 PM
Do you ever feel like there is noone you are compatible with in this lifestyle. I mean hort of the obvious mutual interest in D/s? I've no clue why I am so addicted to it, but I certainly do not fit the mold of the typical person into BDSM. I am a genetic misfire. Will a fetish clad Mary Poppins with a whip please step forward?

10/20/2009 11:47:31 PM

         "The Submissive Loser"
 Here I sit, the submissive loser.
Broken heart, from a Dominant user.
I live in a world, that is neither fair, or just,
I asked for honesty, but morals are a bust.
Not just a Domme, but an angel in my eyes,
but when confronted, she informed me everyone lies.
Was always afraid she was out of my reach,
little did I know, someone already had her on a leash.
A web of lies, even laced with accusations,
coupled with false reassurances to increase my skewed fascinations.
Now I'm cast aside without a care,
a harsh reminder that life is not fair.
Permanently scarred, she wasted a year of my life,
why wouldn't she tell me, I'm someone's wife.
Still on this site, without a care, send her a message, if you dare.
No regard for your feelings, no issue with misleading,
beware submissive, your heart takes the beating.

I'm not much of a poet, but I can understand now why some artists are inspired by emotion.


8/17/2009 10:26:45 AM
I'd like for a Domme(s) who lives a 24/7 type relationshp to contact me please.  I have a couple questions, and would like some opinions. It is nothing all that personal or anything. It does not matter if you are one of the ones I am friends with, or someone I have never spoken to before.  If you are single at the moment, but have had alot full time subs in the past, this would work too. These questions will only be relevant if you had a very close, lengthy relationship.

7/30/2009 1:24:55 PM
I just saw a profile of a Domme that says she needs to have her rent payed by a pathetic loser. This girl can not pay her own bills, which are quite minimal I might add (Rent of 800 dollars per her journal) and the person who pays it for her, is a pathetic loser?  NEXT! 

7/29/2009 11:19:48 PM

While I have not found a Domme, I do chat with several Dommes on here when I come on. Most of them are just "hi and bye" type chat buddies. However,  slowly but surely, I have made a handful of real friendships with Dommes since being on here.  It is rare that this happens. Interestingly enough, the Dommes who are my friends are all totally different. Often times, it is the most unlikely of Dommes who I become friends with. Tonight this theory proved itself again. I have made friends with an awesome Domme/Domme couple. A simple compliment on there profile, yielded me a great conversation, a fantastic exchange of ideas, valuable insight, and what I hope will be a long lasting friendship.  You two know who you are when you read this. Just for you two, I have been careful in this entry with my "punchque ashion". ;)


7/25/2009 9:58:50 PM
Still incredibly dissapointed with the level of etiquette displayed over and over by people on this site. Fuck it is SO discouraging. The only thing that rallies the dysfunction of most people around here, are the lack of simple manners and common courtesy.  Why do I bother signing in here over and over...is there ANYONE normal here? If you weed out the Pro. Dommes, the Financial Dommes, the Cam Girls, the bots, the married Dommes, the lesbians, the Dommes from out of the country looking for someone to marry them for citizenship, the Dommes who want me to be into scat or be bi, you end up with about 5 or so Dommes that are eligible/compatible at all. Out of those five, one will have NO sense of humor, one I will be totally unattracted to physically, 2 will be so stuck on themselves I can not be bothered sending a second message, and the last one can not carry on a conversation to save her life.  NONE will have manners or be courteous. I love this lifestyle:)

6/28/2009 1:00:57 AM
My favorite profiles, are still the ones that show both sides to the woman behind the profile. The vanilla side, and the Domme side. Done both with pics and text. These profiles are WAYYYYYYYYYYY hotter to me then a profile loaded with fetish pics, and text that only talks about D/s. I think I like it so much, because it gives me hope that maybe what I am seeking is possibly out there, as hopeless as it seems at finding it. The profiles that are loaded with pretty fetish pics, and no content in the text other then D/s related blurbs, are usually not worth talking to. *Please note there are acceptions to every rule*

6/2/2009 10:15:09 AM
Can anyone fathom that having good morals is actually a turn-on for me? Just because I am kinky, doesn't mean I am looking for a whore. 

5/26/2009 1:41:12 PM
Added lots of new pics to my myspace page today. If you'd like to see it, just ask for the link.

5/20/2009 6:57:49 PM
You know....there is just not enough fake profiles on this site. I do hope more come along soon. Camgirls too, we do not have enough of these either.

5/6/2009 11:11:49 AM
The never ending battle continues. First I tried to increase my chances by going out of my state to find someone "real", that I was compatible with. I seem to have exhausted the entire country, I have decided that the best chance, at finding a "real" connection with someone, would be to broaden my search a bit more. No...I'm not going to look in other countries, I have decided to expand the seach to outer space. Given this new criteria, if you are an AlienDomme, please alert me as to this in your first contact. :)
FYI Just to be upfront, I have no space ship at this time. I am working on it, just waiting for the bank to approve the loan, should be anytime now.

4/30/2009 2:05:15 PM
I feel like my head SHOULD be covered at all times if scening. I feel like all I do is "ugly up the scene", when I am playing with a Goddess. It is sort of like, a credit application, where one person has strong credit, and the other has poor credit, and because the person with poor credit is on the credit app, the loan gets denied. So of course in the credit app situation, you would simply not say anything about the person with poor credit, and remove them from the app., and pretend they do not exist. So, I feel like, by covering me, it removes the ugly, and let's the Goddess shine through. I just feel like I do not deserve to have my face shown when with a Goddess. I feel like I do not deserve to be with Her in the first place, so, the least I can do, is cover myself up, as so not to draw attention away from her beauty.  I only feel this way during a scene...NOT in everyday life.

4/24/2009 2:41:46 AM
I went to visit my friend in the hospital tonight, while walking back to my motorcycle in the parking lot, I dropped the key to it........in th storm drain! Yes NOT joking, it hit the pavement, and as if in slow motion, I watched it go right down the storm drain...LOL. What a pain in the ass!

4/22/2009 4:04:50 PM
I saw a Domme's profile today, that said in big letters. "DO NOT VIEW ME IF YOU CAN NOT WRITE TO ME".  So in order to get to know more about her, I viewed her profile. I decided she was not for my type. So out of respect for her as a Domme, and wanting to honor her demands, I sent her a message, and told her I had absolutely no interest in her. LMAO

4/22/2009 12:14:32 AM
Why would a Domme have "Lifestylexxxxx" as their screen name, if they are a pro.? Talk about a buzz kill.

4/13/2009 11:17:56 AM
Does anyone on here give a shit about anything in their life besides kink? Does anyone care about the vanilla compatability between each other? D/s is awesome, and I can't live without it, but there is more to life then it as well. Does anyone think abut this when they come on here and look for someone? 

1/11/2009 6:32:54 PM
Does anyone else view this lifestyle as a "burden"? Don't you every wish you could be happy with being vanilla? The vanilla pool would be so much easier to fish in. This lifestyle is almost like a disease or an addiction. When you are into D/s, it is like you have GOT to have it to be satisfied. I wish I got the same pleasure from vanilla that I did from D/s.

10/3/2008 3:02:09 PM

There should be a section on here for reporting fakes. Seriously, in the bulletin board section. I hear Dommes talking about fake subs all the time, I have talked to 5 fake Dommes in the past 8 weeks. By fake I mean someone who's picture in their profile is not who they say they are. In one case it was a guy. Or for scammers, like Dommes who say they require a tribute to talk to you, but then just collect the tribute and don't talk to you ever again. Or for the people who are married and try to hide it. I am SO sick of the lies on here it is getting old.


4/7/2008 1:21:43 AM
Another True Story for all to enjoy. Thanks for the emails I got about the last ones.  Hope it makes you laugh like the others.

O.K., you could title this one, “Burning Down the House”. This is a story about my former Domme and I, (she's in my pictures). This was so embarrassing, this incident happened after she and I played one time, and I didn't tell her about it for like a year...lol.



     SO, when my former Domme and I first got together, I used to always go to her house, because she had kids. We did not live close together. She lived in south Henderson, I lived in the very northwest part of town. So one night, I was home after work, thinking it would be a lazy evening, I even rented a video. She calls me unexpectedly. “Hey I was supposed to be going to dinner with a friend in your part of town but she cancelled, so I'm gonna come by, where exactly is your place?” O.K. Now let me paint the scene for you. I lived in a townhouse, and I can't remember why, but I had no kitchen garbage can, for like the past month. I had been spending so much time with her, I had rarely been home. Hardly spending any time at my place at all. So, what little garbage I had, I had just been throwing in a bag and then tossing it into the dumpster. Well, you tend to go through a lot of garbage bags quickly this way. Since the bags don't hold their shape laying on the floor. So, I am completely out of garbage bags, and I have stacks of junk mail, and newspapers piled up on the kitchen counter, and on my coffee table. Now, let's return to the convo.



“Hey I was supposed to be going to dinner with a friend in your part of town but she cancelled, so I'm gonna come by, where exactly is your place?”



“Ummmmm where are you, it's a bit difficult to find.” I say, panic stricken.



“Well, I'm halfway there, I'm still on the 95, passing the Rancho exit”. So this translates into I MAY have 10 minutes before she arrives.



“O.K. Well, take your time, I need to shower if you are coming over.” I give her directions, and hang up thinking, OMG the place is a mess and I have no way to clean it up. I start gathering up the mail and newspapers, all that I can hold, and run to the dumpster. I quickly realize I do not have time to keep running to the dumpster with everything. So.... I improvised. I open the oven door, and start piling the newspapers in the oven. Along with all my mail. I then moved on to wiping down the counter. I haven't showered, and I'm in the middle of wiping down the coffee table, and she is at the front door. Comes inside, with a bag of toys, pulls her jacket off and the little liar is dressed to play! She gives me some shit about not being showered and how I am obviously hurrying around to clean up for her. With that she rips my shorts off and starts smacking my ass and well, I'll spare the details, but we played really hard, right there in my living room. I forget about everything else going on in my life of course.



     We get done, hang out on the couch and talk for a while, then she tells me she needs to leave. It was hard for her to find a babysitter and she needs to get back home. So she leaves and I am like ecstatic with how the evening went. I decide to watch my video, but I am kind of hungry. Well, it's late, I'll just make a frozen pizza. The town house was an up and down type unit, bedrooms upstairs, everything else down. I preheat the oven, and head upstairs to my bedroom and close the door. I lay down and turn on the video. I'm watching the video, and I swear I completely forgot about the oven, much less the newspapers and mail in it. I don't know how much time had passed, but it was quite a while. I'm watching the video thinking, to myself, smells like someone is BBQing. Damn I'm hungry, I should have preheated the oven. Yes I swear to God I forgot I turned it on! So the BBQ smell goes on for a while, like 30 freggin minutes! I'm sitting upstairs, door closed, getting more and more hungry, being too lazy to go downstairs and turn on the oven, and watching this movie. Then... what is that? Do I hear knocking? Nooooo no way, who would knock on my door. Sure as shit, that is someone knocking, more like pounding on my back door! I get up, open the bedroom door, and OMG the smoke! I had never experienced smoke so thick that you could not see through it. It rushes into your lungs and INSTANTLY you start choking and gasping, your eyes are burning, and tearing up. This all takes place if you are not ready for smoke, in like a couple seconds. You just draw in a breath without thinking and you are screwed.



OK well, I had the presence of mind to know I needed to get the fuck out of that place fast! I also knew that by getting the door open I would have air, and the smoke would start pouring out. I am standing on a small platform, that is at the top of the stairs, just outside my bedroom door. I know that my front door is pretty much dead straight ahead at the bottom of the stairs. I start to run down the stairs. I do not make it all the way though. Between the smoke ruining my vision, and lack of oxygen, and not being able to breathe. I fall, and tumble down the second half of the stairs. (That might have been fun in another setting...lol) But let me tell you I wanted air so bad I didn't even care. I had landed on the tile at the bottom of the stairs and KNEW the door was around there somewhere. I feel around and find the front door and stagger out. Meanwhile I can hear someone is pounding on the back door. I go into the front yard and get some air. I regain composure and run around to the back of the building and tell my neighbor, who is pounding on my door, that I left the oven on and that my townhouse is not on fire.



     Run back to the front door, take a deep breath and hold it and run into the kitchen. A lot of the smoke is gone, I can see, but you still can not really breathe. I turn the oven off, and decide, the best thing to do is get rid of the source of the smoke. I'm gonna grab all those newspapers and throw them out. Open the oven door, and what does my ass do? Adds oxygen to a giant pile or papers that are already red hot. Yup, you guessed it, INSTANT fire! I filled whatever was in the sink with water, threw it into the oven, created a lot more smoke and hauled ass for the front door again.

     Well, no climatic ending here. Townhouse was OK. I Opened the garage and back door and let the smoke die out some while I was in the front yard. Finally went in and grabbed all the mail I had ruined, and newspapers and made a bunch of trips to the dumpster with it. Cleaned the oven out, went to bed, left all the windows open and did not go home again for like 5 days...LOL. Told my Domme about it a year or so later and she was laughing her ass off.


3/26/2008 1:14:16 AM

By request, another true story from the archives of my scary ass dating history.

OK so, I hope I have not ramped this story up too much. It's freggin LONG! It is totally true though. NOONE has ever been able to top this bad date story, man or woman, straight or gay, sub or Domme. Now, this story does not so much have an apex like the last story did, more just has an amazing string of outlandish acts this crazy bitch put me through in one night. I should have just threw in the towel early on and followed my gut. When it becomes obvious early on that I am not compatible with a girl, ESPECIALLY when they are playing headgames, I pull back and switch to just being friends. But this chick, I NEVER spoke to again. She called me afterwards...ALOT. I would never speak to her. She even proposed to me in a voicemail! I thought I was going to have to move back to NY, thank God she didn't know where I lived...lol.

So, one day this 50ish year old customer of mine, asked me if I was single. I was really hesitant to answer yes because he was the type of guy who looked like he was barely able to handle the rent at the trailer park. And we all know where it is going when someone asks if you are single. From the looks of him I figured she would be pretty scary. So, I said yes I was single, but that I was dating someone, to give myself a way out. (Which was a lie) He told me he had someone for me to meet, she was about 21 and really cute. He was right, she was surprisingly good looking.....on the outside. We spoke on the phone for a couple weeks, and in one of our convos, she tells me she loves to dominate guys and that she has all these toys and fetishy type outfits. And can you believe I agreed to go out with her? No, me either...lol.

I come to her house, which surprises me how large it is. She comes out the side door and invites me in and explains she rents a room there but no one is home at the moment. First thing I see on the floor in her room, a large aquarium with a stick, some rocks, NO water and a box in the corner of it. Now, slaveboy has a phobia of snakes. I'm O.K. With other reptiles, but NOT snakes. To help you understand how bad this phobia is, I had to take black magic marker, and black out the pictures of snakes in my science books in high school. So, the first thing I do, is I turn to her and I go “Do not ever show me what is in there” she goes, “Oh it's a snake” like this puts me at ease...... I respond, “I KNOW!” Please don't ever take it out when I'm around. “O.K.” She says sort of hesitatingly.

So she explains she needs to finish writing something, why don't I look in her closet and see if I find something I like and she will wear it for me. Instantly I'm like, “ALRIGHT!” So I slide open the one side of the closet, nope, all vanilla clothes. Start to slide open the closet door on the other side and I hear her sort of scramble and then the undeniable sound of the top of an aquarium...... not being placed, but THROWN on the ground. With that I hear, “I know you really want to see what's in here”. I turn around and as if a horror movie has started in real life, she has this long snake stretched out from one arm to the other and she is coming right at me with it. No need for further conversation, this date is OVER! She is blocking the door I came in from the outside, but there is another door that leads into the hallway of the house. A chair and a trash can sit in front of the door, I fling the chair, kick the trash can, whip the door open and start a sprint up the hallway Carl Lewis would envy. Not even stopping to yell at her, I'm just gone. Straight into the living room, where there are 3 good ole boys drinking beer, watching TV, and get this, cleaning guns! I swear to this! They are as surprised by me, as I am by them! From a dead sprint to a dead stop, INSTANTLY. Yes the snake was scaring the fuck out of me, but good ole boys with guns could KILL the fuck out of me. She calls out the door of her room, “OK, OK, come back. I just wanted to see how scared you were.” “I'll put him up.” I look at the rednecks, they look at me, I don't say a word, and head back into her room. I'm like, “WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” She goes, “I thought you would get used to it”. I answer with, “LIKE THAT???” She tells me she is sorry, and right there starts kissing me. So we make out for a couple minutes, I decide this could turn out fun, instead of bailing on the date, perhaps I can forget about the snake ordeal and we can have some fun after all. I'm sure she won't do anything that stupid again right?

So we hop in my car, and we are headed up the freeway, right in the middle of conversing, she blurts out, “OH NO WAY!” I'm like, “what???” But she is already rolling the window down. She shoves her torso out the window, and starts screaming YEAH! at these guys in a VW van. Then....she flashes them! They of course honk and are trying to talk to her out the window. I'm like stunned, what the fuck is wrong with this bitch. Luckily, if you did not already know this, a VW van is extremely slow, I speed up and pull away. She sits back down in the car and tells me she loves VW vans. I ask, do you always do that? She says, “usually.” Like it was normal. Now today, at 34 years of age, had any ONE of these things happened, I'd just turn the car around and bring this chick home. I literally have zero patience for headgames anymore. But at 21, if there is a chance of getting trim, from a potential Domme, I'm gonna hang in to the end like an idiot! And oh man what an idiot I was.

So we go to a bar she picked, where we are going to shoot some pool. We are there for about 15 minutes and I keep seeing these guys staring at us. I mean totally not hiding it, just sitting there staring, and it's not like we are doing anything out of the ordinary. So finally I ask her if she notices them, and she tells me they are her friends. She has invited them to meet us but was not sure how I would respond to it, so she did not tell me. Then without waiting for an answer, she asks me, “would I mind if they came over and joined us.” Before I can even begin to explain to her, how that is screwed up on several levels, she is calling them over. They come over, and bring 2 girls with them who were on the other side of the bar. Suddenly our date has become a 6 person outing. So it turns out, she is VERY friendly with these folks. This whole group goes out together quite often, and sort of trades off? Yes it means exactly what you think it means. No one person in this group, is exclusive to another, and they all seem to have slept with each other. The girl who was supposed to be my date, seems to be the crowd favorite. Before the night is over, both the guys are kissing on her. BUT, so are the women, so even though I am pissed that she dragged me into this situation with no warning, I decide to shut my mouth and see where this goes. Maybe, somehow it will end up with me and her and one or two of the girls together right? WRONG! If only Dionne Warwick and the psychic friends network had been there to tell me how the date was going to end.

So, we go to leave the bar, and this girl told me just what I wanted to hear. She takes me aside and quietly tells me that she and one of the girls want to go back to my place, BUT, everybody in the group needs a ride home, and can I drive them all home. Don't ask me how these folks got to the bar, I still don't know, the bus I guess, it's not relevant at this point. So, like an idiot, I agree to this. Although at the time, it seemed like a small price to pay to have a 3 way. Gawwwd I was SUCH a sucker!

OK well, the plan is, the guys get dropped off last, and the one girl gets dropped off first. At the time I owned a 1970 GTO, stick shift. This car has 2 bucket seats up front, and a bench in the back. So, she is

straddling the hump, and feeling me up, AND kissing the girl next to me. This is too good to be true. Now, for those of you who are not car savvy, a GTO is a big old muscle car. To put it simply, these cars had a huge loud motor, used a lot of gas, and went fast. When you are on your way to getting a 3 way, they go REALLY fast. We don't drive to this girl's house, we FLY there. Only to arrive and WTF???? BOTH the other girls get out? Ummmm what is going on here? She tells me that the one girl felt sick and decided to not come with us, but not to worry, drop off these 2 guys, and she and I will still have fun.

So we are driving again, and I've slowed down a bit now. This damn little bitch tells me that driving fast turns her on. Well can ya guess what I went back to doing? So yeah we are screaming through town. There is a street in Vegas called Desert Inn. It's a pretty well known major street that stretches from almost one side of town to the other. A long time ago, where Desert Inn crosses a street called Joe W brown, there was a MAJOR bump at this intersection. A bump so big, that if you hit it, in your car going fast enough, your car would jump. Now on this night, a cop was sitting at the intersection as I screamed through it, with full intention of jumping my car cause this little tease told me driving fast tuned her on. So here is what the officer said AFTER he saw me jump my 1970 GTO over the intersection. “Son, the first time I saw you, all 4 tires of your car were off the ground, can you give me any reason why I shouldn't take you to jail?” The only thing that saved me from going to jail, was that I was the only sober one in the car. He told me he thought for certain I would have been drunk. It did not however stop him from writing me tickets until the ink ran out in his pen! OK so after searching my car, running my record 9 ways to Sunday, and me signing off on enough tickets to make this cop eligible for early retirement, we were on our way again.

Next stop, these 2 guys apartment, turns out they live together. Hmmmm this is getting stranger by the minute. So, the one guy is talking with my date from the back seat. Sure enough where does the convo turn to, SNAKES! Yes these 2 closet bi freaks have snakes as well! Now add to it, that they own tarantulas. I KNOW whoever is reading this think I am just making this up at this point, I swear I am not! They TRULY had snakes and tarantulas. Oh how lucky I am! And hey we just got a couple new snakes, you HAVE to come in and see them when we get to the apartment they tell her. I can not believe the luck, 2 bisexual freaks, with snakes, and spiders, are going to cock block me, OMG can this night get any worse! If you factor in the traffic tickets, it's the most expensive date I've ever had! So, we get to the half fags apartment, and she expects me to go in. I'm like, “No way, you know how I feel about snakes”. The part time carpet munchers overhear this and tell me not to worry, the snakes are kept in a back bedroom and if I don't want to see them, I don't have to go into that bedroom. So for whatever reason, I decide to go in. I know, I know, I don't know why I went in either.

Once inside, these two loose-holed freaks, insist on making drinks. I sit on the couch, she sits with me, we get drinks, and they call her into the back bedroom for some lovely snake and spider exhibits. Like 10 minutes passes, and she starts calling my name. Telling me to come in there. I'm like, “excuse me?” she tells me to come in there like 2 or 3 more times, but of course I won't go in there. So, she comes out with a small jewelery box. “Here, open it” she says. Now at this point, I don't trust this chick. Probably a freak in bed, which is the only thing keeping me around, but I SOOOO do not trust her. I'm like, “There's a snake in that box.” She acts all offended, then finally goes, “How did you know?” “Cause you've been talking about snakes all night?” so she goes back into the bedroom, and another 5 minutes passes, she calls me in there AGAIN! Then one of the guys calls out, “it's OK we put the snakes in the closet.” So I go in there, she closes the door. Now it is all 4 of us in an apartment bedroom. She goes on to tell me she wants to have sex with all 3 of us. I'm trying to remain calm, and tell her I have no interest in that. Then, (and here is where I finally lose it) one of the guys, goes and stands in front of the door, and the other guy puts his hand on my shoulder, and tells me it will be fun. Now, I'm tempted to tell you I beat the shit out of both these guys PLUS this whore, but, I have said over and over I would keep this real. SO, I ball up my fist, and tell him to get his fucking hand off me, this is not happening. Luckily he drops his hand, I turn and walk straight for the door. As I get to it, and pull the handle, the other ass pirate moves out of the way. She follows me out into the living room. I head straight for the front door. She runs in front of me and puts her back to the door. To condense her words, and because this was so long ago I don't remember them exactly anyway, she tells me she is sorry, it was their idea to do that and she thought I would like it since I was submissive. I am so disgusted, all I want is to get away from her, forget the sex, I just want to go home. She then begs me to stay. Nothin doin on my part. Now, here is the best part, and I mean it, she then tells me she has never met anyone like me. She really wants to see me again, would I care if she stayed and fooled around with them. Because if I do care, she will still leave with me. I'm like, “No, I don't care if you stay.” She's like, “really?” and she is SO happy. What a freggin idiot. Like I care what she does or who she does it with at this point. This crazy bitch thinks I have had a good time tonight. She's like, can I call you tomorrow and tell you how it went? I'm like, “sure”. Like I mentioned in the opening, she called and called and called, proposed and everything else. What a freggin nutcase.


3/24/2008 11:11:56 PM
An Irish man moves to a new town. He settles in the first night, and on the second night he decides to sample the local fare. He stops at the pub, orders 3 beers, heads to a table in the corner, and quietly drinks all three beers. He does this 2 more times, then goes home. This goes on every night for a week. He makes no friends, and quickly becomes known as the town drunk.
     One night the bartender asks him, "pardon me for saying something, but I can't imagine you like being referred to as a drunk, you seem like a sensible fellow, why don't you slow down on the drink a bit and order your beers one at a time."
"I can not do that", he replies to the bartender.
"Well why not??" the bartender asks in disbelief.
"Well you see, me 2 brothers, joined the service and each got sent to fight in a war, each in a different country. I was terribly worried about them before they left, so, we made a pact, that when any one of us was worried about another, we would say a prayer, thank God each of us was still alive, then we would go to a pub, and drink 3 beers, just as if we had never been seperated"
"Oh my goodness" says the bartender,
"and all this time, the whole town, myself included I'm ashame to admit, thought you were a drunk".
"Ay" says the man, "don't worry about me, it's my brothers I wish you to pray for.
     Word spreads quickly throughout the town about his brothers fighting in other countries. The whole town befriends him and often inquires about the well being of his brothers. One night, he enters the bar, and only orders 2 beers. The bar falls silent. Word again spreads quickly, all over town, about how one of his brothers has died. One night, while ordering his 2 beers, the bartender offers his condolences, and asks if he is getting along OK with the passing of his brother.
"passing of my brother??" the man asks in disbelief....
"Well, you are only ordering 2 beers anymore", says the bartender, "if your brother has not passed then why are you not still ordering 3?"
"My brothers are fine" he says, "it was me who had the problem."
"come again?" asks the bartender
"I had to quit drinking, I had become an alcoholic."

3/21/2008 12:05:10 AM
I'm thinking of moving, if it wasn't for my business i know i would. Other states offer so much more of a chance of meeting someone in this lifestyle.

3/17/2008 10:28:17 PM
OK, I sort of forgot about this one, HAD to share it. I am writing the story in MS Word that I mentioned that would be the next posting, and in doing so, jogged my memory to this short one. Dommes, You think subs are the only ones who have odd requests...HA! I say not! Here is a short convo I had with a Domme I talked to on the phone, the last time I had a membership on CM.     OK so a Domme with little to nothing on her profile contacted me and we exchanged a couple emails. Surprisingly, (and what I thought was to my delight) in the 3rd or 4th email she asks for my phone number. She calls me and i shit you not after 5 minutes, here is what the convo turned to.

  Domme "You ever put anything in your ass"?
  sb32 "of course"
  Domme "Oh yeah like what?" 
  sb32 "plugs, dildos, ben-wa balls...stuff like that"
  Domme "what about a snake?"
short pause as i process this
  sb32 "is that some kind of dildo?"
  Domme "No you idiot, a real snake!"
another pause
  sb32 "ummm....no???"
  Domme "why not?"
  sb32 "cause it is a live animal and it might eat my ass?"
  Domme "not a poisonous one you know"
  sb32 "i don't care it's still a live animal"
  Domme "so is it just that it is a live animal, or is it that you are afraid of it biting your ass?"
  pause
  sb32 "ummm both?"
long uncomfortable pause between both of us   then as if in a compromise she says:
  Domme "well how about an eel?"
 sb32 (click)

3/17/2008 11:27:28 AM
I can not believe the response I received from the story I posted in the last journal entry. Those of Y/you who read carefully know that there were other stories i could have shared. Stay tuned, by popular request I will post another, honest story. It is more unbelievable then the last story, and should almost be saved for an ending to a series, but, i am impulsive, so screw it i'll publish the "topper" of them all next.  Stay tuned and thanks so much for the feedback, please keep it coming, good or bad.

3/13/2008 10:34:01 AM
     Someone contacted me to say hello who knew me on this site when I used to be on here a year ago. She and I used to trade stories about bad dates and such and have a laugh about it. I have had some straight-up nightmare, bad afterschool special type dates and we were talking about them. They are all lengthy. I chose one to share, and see what kind of feedback I get. But I do not think people want a  novel in a journal entry.
     12 years ago or so I met this beautiful woman at the Gold Coast Casino. She was exotic looking, tall, cuban with blonde and brown hair. It was about 6 in the evening, and we sat at a bar there and talked and drank. Well, the alcohol started to take effect and we both started to loosen up. The conversation led to sex and I told her I was submissive and into D/s. She was really surprised by this, because I did not strike her as a submissive type of guy. I hear this from every dominant woman I meet and explained to her that how I act in vanilla land, is no reflection of how I act when submitting to a Domme. 
     Well she told me she had an interest in D/s but could not really find anyone to explore it with. She had had a lil bit of kinky fun here and there, but nothing that had satisfied her interest. No guy had ever let her have her way with them and it was something she had always wanted. I talked more about it with her and explained how D/s relationships could take many different forms and go to many different depths. From casual interest, that some folks occassionally explore, all the way to 24/7 control between consenting parties.
     She was intrigued by 24/7 and thought it hot to have total control over a guy full time. She asked if we could experiment with it, and asked if I would truly do what she told me to.  I agreed as long as it was nothing too outlandish. She pops off with, "OK you cant go to the bathroom anymore and I get to decide how much you drink".  Now I'm already 6 or 7 beers into this little one on one seminar, and I agree. Then she says she wants to stroke my cock under the table without anyone seeing. Then she starts ordering more and more beer. She wants me to act like nothing is going on, continue the convo with her, and keep drinking. This goes on, her stroking my cock off and on for literally a few more hours, and ordering both of us more and more drinks. Between needing to pee, and her stroking, let's just say I am...RAGING. 
     Now, something I did not mention, which is pertinent at this point, is that she told me she lived in these apartments right across the street from the Gold Coast. She also told me she wanted to leave the Gold Coast and go fool around, but her apartment was a mess, and she did not feel comfortable going to mine since we just met. So after alot of begging, at about midnight, she agrees to go to her apartment, IF all the lights can stay off so I do not see the mess. Of course I instantly agree. Fine she says, you can go pee now and we'll leave. But hurry up about it and don't keep me waiting.
     Now the fun starts. I'm not wearing any underwear, and some Levis that were tight, and had a surprisingly strong zipper.  I head into the men's room, whip my ding-ding out, FULLY erect as you may suspect, and pee. It is standing STRAIGHT up and I am drunk, in a rush, and well, not wanting to keep her waiting, I don't take maybe all the care I should, in closing up my package. In short, I literally zip the head of my cock in the zipper. NOT JOKING, caught the tip of the head and pinched it in the zipper. STILL not wanting to keep her waiting, or ruin what this night is leading to, I somehow unzip WITHOUT yelling. No blood, OK seems like I am fine. I come out of the bathroom, of course don't mention it, and we go to her apartment.
     Now, of course all the lights are off, she has the shades drawn, and it seems like it is the darkest apartment I have ever entered. She was SO not joking, the place is a mess! She is literally tripping over stuff as she leads me to the bedroom. We go into the bedroom and we start to make out. We fool around for about half an hour, she starts sucking me off. She pushes me back, SO I am laying down on the bed, but I can not help but notice, this kind of hurts???  I decide to not say anything, surely this will go away, how could a vanilla girl sucking my dick hurt? (keep in mind she was not trying to hurt me...yet) So, she asks if she can tie me to the bed. Ummmm sure. she rummages around in her dresser in the dark, pulls out stockings, and ties my arms to the bed. Then she seemed to turn on a sort of human hoover vacuum in her mouth. She starts sucking on my cock, like it's a water hose in a 50 year drought! OK it hurts and since I know this chick is vanilla, and not TRYING to hurt my cock, this alarms me. Now, I am a pretty vocal guy, no matter whether being pleasured or punished, I make noise. Usually alot of noise. So remember, we had been fooling around for like half an hour already, so she is not surprised by how noisy I am. I start moaning, and sort of accidently mixing in the occassional "ow". Well, she notices the occassional "ow". Now, in hindsight, I should have said right away, something to the effet of, OK something is wrong we need to stop. But remember, I am about 21 at the time, I am drunk, submissive, I am 21, totally thrilled to have stumbled on a potential Domme, I am getting a blowjob, I am tied up, and I am 21. For the most part, this is going awesome, except my ding ding is starting to hurt more and more, and I KNOW she does not mean for this to hurt. I REALLY do not want to ruin the moment. Were she an exp'd Domme, inflicting CBT, would have been a different story. So she turns the mouth hoover suction up a few more notches, I start saying ow more and more. Now, I am not one to fake it, I do not fake role play for the woman/Domme's amusment. The noises I make are genuine, I do not add to them. However, a vanila girl, with no D/s experience, thinks this is normal, and that I am roleplaying and making this up. Time to turn the vacumm up some more. Now I imagine, her face must have been turning as purple as my cock she is sucking so hard at this point. Finally I break the mood and start seriosuly yelling. I'm like Ok something is wrong, we have to stop. NOPE! Not for her it's not. No there is nothing wrong on her end, just some more role playing, and I'm tied up, she keeps on sucking. Finally after like the tenth "No stop it, for real, something is wrong". She stops, disgusted, and asks, "how could something be wrong? I am sucking your dick!" Finally I have to come clean and tell her the truth about getting the head of my cock caught in the zipper. Her response, "If there was something wrong with this cock, I would know, I'm the one sucking it!"  And with that, she turned the hoover back on. Some more of the same on my part, and she finally stops.
     I'm like, let me just look at my cock. No way she says, I told you I am not turning the lights on. She won't even untie me. She is pissed. Finally she agrees to go clean up her bathroom a bit and I can go in there. I head into the bathroom, her talents clearly lie in the suction department, not so much in the cleaning department. Sure enough I have a cut on the tip of my head. And the skin around the cut is almost as red as the little bit of blood coming out. I'm like totally freaked out. My ding-ding is cut! The world is going to end! I explain to her, no.... more like yell to her, that I have a cut penis. Through the door of the bathroom because I am not allowed to let any light escape into the batcave/apartment.  She's pissed more now. Well, the night ended with me putting a condom on and fucking her. She would not have anymore to do with exploring D/s with me. The relationship ended after a couple weeks. She turned out to be kind of a nut case.

3/9/2008 2:15:14 PM
OK have GOT to share this with someone.... Now, i try not to be judgemental, after all i am a sub and know what it feels like for someone to criticize you or pass judgment. Today though, this freaked me out. I was on a toy website, reading a review about a hood that was supposed to be very sensory depravation oriented. The guy writes in his review about how he could barely breathe, could hardly hear, and of course not see, there were alot of tongues licking him, he could not tell who's tongue was doing what, and one of the tongues belinged to his dog and he loved it. OMG! the dog??? the dog???? I'm ALL for pushing limits and edge play, but the dog???? 

3/9/2008 11:12:54 AM
OK device bondage, is even hotter then hogtied. Least they also have some fetish gear going on, wish they had Dommes on it though, seeing a guy in any position in a movie typically ruins it for me. Unless they focus on the Domme during it, and she is seriously punishing the sub or fucking his ass etc. Men in Pain is still my favorite, wish they would combine device bondage, with Men in Pain...lol. That is how i hope the future home dungeon gets set-up. Course, that is more the future Domme's decision.

3/7/2008 4:42:51 PM
In a very crappy mood, playing with a Domme would be a great distraction and lift my mood.

2/29/2008 12:49:52 AM
I swear i think if hogtied featured male subs, I would want to auditon. OK reality of it is I'd probably never have the balls to appear in any kind of professional porn movie. But damn, the bondage on there is pretty intense, and i Do so love extreme bondage. Interestingly enough, there is really no fetish attire in the movies. Kind of dissapointed in that respect, and i wish they'd have only Dommes on it and get rid of the males...lol.  

2/28/2008 7:10:24 PM
UH-h_oh...is it my birthday???? Let me run and check the calender. Nope, not my birthday. Well I don't know what the dealio is but CM seems to be in an awfully good mood, they have approved my pics. Did CM get some last night? Did CM corrupt Eharmony and get freaky late last night? Maybe a little strap on play with a reach around, maybe Eharmony and CM got REAL freaky and posted an add on Craigs List for a 3 way and Match.com responded and they all got together and cybered like it was 1999. I dunno but...all I can say is thanks CM, my pics are approved and you are one smooth bitch!

2/27/2008 9:50:26 AM
Someone seems to be asleep at the wheel in the picture approval department. Site is free and all, but this seems to be the number one complaint among members about the site, and the administration seems to not care in the least. I remember this same problem last time I was on here. 

2/25/2008 12:10:44 PM
Added more pics today, didn't realize the existing pics would go away, wonder how long this will take this time.

2/22/2008 10:54:15 PM
It would appear that Tapatio, has absolutely no expiration date anywhere on the bottle. This worries me. Is this a Mexico thing? I wonder how long  they keep their fruit down there. 

2/22/2008 8:42:47 PM
Don't ya freggin hate it when you are shopping for furniture, and you see an ad that says "exotic furniture".....you click on it and it is SO not what you had in mind. I feel like Charlie Brown with Lucy when she convinces him every year to run and try and kick the footbacll, and every time she pulls it away. I just keep clicking on those ads hoping for something that is never there...lol.

2/20/2008 9:17:23 PM
Just realized my picture is not even approved yet.

2/20/2008 9:05:51 PM
OK sorry I haven't made a profile yet, but let me express something. I am not gay, bi-sexual, or bi-curios. I wouldn't even like a job that paid bi-weekly! I am straight, home pride, split the loaf dead STRAIGHT down the center non gay, FemDomme loving male! It is not that someone has not shown this to me yet, offered it to me yet, or intriduced it to me in the proper way. TOTAL mood wrecker/HARD limit. So, thanks and all, but, if another guy is going to be involved in any way shape or form, i'm not interested. The person offering this to me who seems to be having trouble receiving my NO response hopefully will read this.

2/20/2008 6:01:48 PM

Haven't been on in a year or so. Had a good circle of friends on here when i went off, hope find them again and make some new ones. O.K. that's ebough of a hallmark moment for today. Brain now tuning back into freak mode...where I'm most comfortable.


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 Age: 27
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