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**If you are married/attached, kindly pass me by. See rant dated 8/17/2016 for a detailed explanation. Thank you.**
Ok, time for a new approach. I was recently told I need to know my true value, and where my true value lies.
To that end, I believe my true value lies in my desire for abuse, not just domination. Not a slap and a tickle, but true, real abuse. The kind that lingers well after the bruises have faded and the welts have disappeared. The kind that makes me flinch any time a hand is raised because I don't know if it's a slap or a caress that's coming.
A consensual abuse relationship..that's what I want and need.
Yeah, my therapist would be mortified.
***Update*** Just because I'm a submissive slave doesn't mean there's anything "easy" about me. Before I'm a submissive slave, I'm a highly intelligent Alpha female with the self esteem of a super model* who is not automatically submissive to someone just because they happen to have a penis. In fact there are very few people that I feel naturally submissive to. But damn, I want to find one of those select few.
*Scratch that..Supermodels are notoriously self-loathing, and I definitely am not. Except Naomi Campbell; that bitch has self esteem for days..OK, that should read that I have the self esteem of Naomi Campbell, not a super model.
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I have simple needs and deep thoughts.
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→ In the porno of life, I don't need co-stars..just the leading man. Lol |
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Gotta love a blank profile..Tells you so much about the author.. |
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Seems I have only two settings: Aroused or Amused. |
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As a submissive, and eventually a slave (hopefully) I have learned a few things on this exciting journey. Some profound, some mundane, but all are important and contribute to making me who I am.
I'm a masochistic pain slut. Love the random slap for no other reason than you wanted to do it and I probably deserved it.
I believe that the single best way to show devotion and submission is through cock worship. Not that "I want to hurry up and get fucked so I'll suck his dick a little bit to get him going." Unh uh..No. It's not an appetizer before the main course. It IS the main course.
I fully realize that as a slave or submissive my pleasure is incidental. My pleasure comes from service, from serving. If allowed to have pleasure, great. If not, great. HIS decision, always.
I also fully realize that this isn't all sexual. Serving is also cooking, cleaning, waiting on him hand and foot, massaging him when he needs it, grooming him by clipping fingernails or applying lotion or shaving him. It's also running errands, fetching his slippers, helping him into his coat as we leave a restaurant, being his chauffeur if he desires..
In short, there are a million ways to serve, not just on your back.
True service begins in the heart, not the pussy.
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Finally..a candle for every mood or occasion
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Be obsessed --
Give all or give nothing.
(Borrowed from another, but it fits) |
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I don't know karate,
but
I do know "crazy"
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Uh oh..found more alternatives to the "slut" necklace..
Or this:
For the MILFs :
And for subtle ones:
And there were some that I had no idea about what they meant:
Turns out, that means "Double Vagina, Double Anal." Yikes.
Now I'd love to sport any one of these..well, except that last one..No thanks.
Slut, Whore, Toy..All great and fun to wear.
But this next one is best, and would love it over all others:
Awww...
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WANT this!
eBay has any and everything
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Note to self:
"Bitch, I might be!" is almost always the wrong answer... |
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I don't usually engage with trolls.
Either I ignore them, or block them, or both. Who has the time or energy?
Except when it comes to racist motherfuckers. When it comes to them, I will engage.
Every. Single. Time.
They need to know they're not safe or welcome.
They need to know they're not sliding by unchecked.
Silence is complicity, yes?
As the parent of biracial, heck tri-racial, kids, I've always had to be hyper aware of any
threat to my children, real or imagined. And as a member of a large and diverse family,
I'm used to dealing with racist assholes.
But for the most part, I've tried to keep that out of my life here. No need to discuss it
with anyone except those I may be growing close to or considering a relationship with,
right? No one else's business.
Except.
When they bring it to your door step.
I was recently contacted by someone who shall remain nameless ONLY because I don't want to violate terms of service here and possibly have my post removed. He knows who he is.
His charming message was brief and to the point:
"you would love to be my bitch"
As I always do before replying to someone, I checked out his profile/journal.
He started out stating that any sub responding to him needed to state her weight, and if over 125 pounds, should apologize for being a cow. Any sub under 110 pounds should apologize for being a bird..LOL.
No mention of his weight or height. (Wanna bet it's over 300 and under 6 ft?)
I was giggling until I reached his first journal entry.
It said that if you love gangbangs or BBC, don't talk to him. He doesn't want AIDS and
he deserves pussy that hasn't been stretched out.
Short man complex + white fragility = racist asshole
I sent him a short but heartfelt response, and included an appropriate picture from the internet:
"Nah, I wouldn't."
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After taking a much needed hiatus to step back and re-evaluate some things, I am renewed again.
I realized that I want/need from this lifestyle is the same thing I've always wanted:
to be owned, and to serve a deserving Master completely, in every possible way. I tend to not only serve a Master, but to deify him, worship and idolize him. I've learned the hard way that not everyone is worthy of this. Or prepared for this. Or even desire that level of intensity and servitude.
And that's cool. Diff'rent strokes and all that..
What I've learned is, to slow down, be a bit more cautious, and temper my unbridled enthusiasm with a little more common sense. The urgency of "hurry up and wait" will not control my actions going forward. I'll no longer ignore my inner wisdom because I'm too eager to serve. I've matured, and while my enthusiasm for this lifestyle knows no bounds,
I no longer just want a Dom/Master...I want my Master. He's worth waiting for.
One thing I have learned is that I don't owe everyone a "Sir." Until some sort of understanding is developed, you're just Dave, or Tony, or Joe, or whoever. Everyone is not automatically a Sir or a Ma'am or a slut. We're people before orientation. I am not a believer of respectability politics, nor am I a respecter of persons. Titles of random people do not impress me.
That is NOT to say that I will not call my Dom/Master "Sir" or "Master" or whatever else he wants me to call him. Of course I will revere him.
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To gain the level of intimacy that I ideally want, to gain that level of
control over a slave mentally, there has to be a bit of fear. Not a lot, but some. A tinge.
In my scenario, that fear comes from the not knowing when the slap will come. And when it does come, that's play time. That's nasty time, when your beast comes out full force to exercise his full control over his property.
I fully realize that real life is not play time 24/7..Whips and bondage and humiliation, oh my! It cannot be sustained. It is not feasible. Expecting that is a recipe for failure.
No, the beauty lies in the unexpected. It is interwoven in the fabric of everyday life.
It's me folding laundry and being grabbed from behind, a fist in my hair, a growl in my ear, letting me know my Owner demands attention NOW, and my servitude kicks in, eager to please him however he wants.
It's not "sessions." It's real life.
And may I add, at my core, I believe that my pleasure is incidental. My pleasure should and does come from serving. My only focus is HIS pleasure. If he allows me pleasure, it will only make me adore him more. If he doesn't, that's his absolute right. My pleasure is a privilege, not a right. |
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Drought doesn't make a flower blossom
And
Negligence doesn't inspire devotion.
Both just die.
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I just want some of these...
...is that too much to ask?
Bruises, welts, bite marks... just give you that warm, happy feeling. :)Save |
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That's how an INTJ rolls, bitches! |
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I see all these grammatical errors and misspellings in people's
profiles, and I want to rush up to them and beg them to let me
proofread and edit their profiles and journals.
Of course, there's the obvious:
Misuse of their, there, they're. It's, its. To, too, two.
And the not-so-obvious:
Here, hear. Where, were.
I swear, I'm not trying to be a bitch. But as a former grammar and spelling nazi, it hurts my soul a little bit more every time it happens.
Would it be rude if I offered my services?
Subbies and slaves probably wouldn't mind, but Doms..I'm not so
sure. They can be a prickly bunch (no pun intended. I SWEAR)
But today was the last straw.
Someone messaged me and asked if I am a collard slave.
No, I replied. I can take them or leave them.
If you need me, I'll be the one sobbing quietly in the corner.
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For the first time in my life, hard drugs and liquor are looking
like viable alternatives..
at least for the next four years..
Wait..I don't make enough money to have a serious drug problem..dammit.
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Is it against the law for Doms/Masters to smile?
Just wondering..
Is that the first lesson in Dom school? No smiling!
If caught smiling, your Dom privileges can be revoked, and you will be banished back to the vanilla
world in shame.
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If we don't sin, Jesus died for nothing. |
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Lack of a sense of humor is a hard limit. |
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I have found my One.
Or rather,
He has found me.
He intuits me
like no one has.
i'm not worthy,
but
i
will
be
Master
T.
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Umm...Fuck yes
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**WARNING: RANT AHEAD**
I thought this was obvious, but apparently not. So I need to let it
be known so there is no misunderstanding. It's right here, in black and
white.
If you meet either or both of this criteria, just click on to the next profile.
*Married. Also, engaged, living together, open marriage, boyfriend/girlfriend, domestic partners, errand boy, or otherwise involved with another person romantically.
*Wanting cyber/phone/text/Skype sex. I have neither the time or desire to help you get off.
If you are married or otherwise engaged, you cannot be my Dom or Master. If I am going to devote 100% to you (which is what I want to do) I expect and deserve 100% from you. Why would I settle for
half of you, or half your attention?
I'm living my dream. I'm looking for my rightful owner and Master. I will not be distracted or detracted from that by wasting time on someone who lacks the courage to make himself happy and is not living his dream. I'm ALL in, and I have no patience for someone who is just dipping a toe in the water from the safety of vanilla land. Don't talk about it, be about it.
If you're not happy at home, stop being a bitch and get a divorce. If you are happy, what the fuck are you doing on here?
You're going to need both hands, both eyes, and all your faculties to deal with me. I'm a fuckin handful.
Cyber/phone/text sex does nothing for me. If you've had real BDSM, nothing else will do. Why would you have pretend sex when you can have the real thing? The answer is, you can't or don't have real sex, so you have to have pretend sex. Not me. I have real, grown up, nasty sex.
It's like seeing a commercial on TV. For a cereal or a Pepsi. "Oh, now I don't have to go get that cereal or Pepsi. I've seen the commercial. That's enough." WTF? No it's not.
Now, rant over. I'll talk to anyone, even if you're married or looking for cyber sex, as long as all parties are respectful. But just know that if you are either of those, I'm not going to be helping you with your
agenda. I'm too busy working my own.
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There are no words...
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That look on his face..mofo knows what he's got, and used to getting whatever the fuck
he wants. He's not smug or conceited; he's convinced.
And of course that Big Black Dick..the star of the show..Ohhh, that foreskin..I could chew
on that for hours, in between choking on the sheer size of that cock..That cock deserves
worship like no other, and I'm a true believer. Take me to church daddy..
I need a cigarette now...
Well, whatta ya know...there were some words after all.
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Is it too late to run away from home?? |
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Master doesn’t believe in stress balls. |
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Oh, YES, please...
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I think I'm going to start letting my southern accent out more
often, thus lulling unsuspecting doms into a false sense of
security and superiority (cue derisive laughter)
The equivalent of typing in Comic Sans.
Damn, it's fun to be a brat.
Also, today is Slurpee day..I need something to slurp.
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Um, so is a lot ;)
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Ha! I fucking knew it!
I actually have a really big vocabulary for someone who
says "fuck" so often.
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Dear life:
Whatever, motherfucker.
Whatever. |
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Still coming to terms with the fact that I like Taylor Swift... |
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I have traveled
through
madness
to
find
me.
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Yes we will. |
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Wow. This resonates with me:
Keep your easy answers and uncomplicated satisfactions. Love lives amid complexity, below the surface and behind the mask and beyond the pale. The power of shame isn’t in being earned or forced, but known. You suffer more for nuance than you ever do for pain or degradation. Self-awareness begets wisdom and compounds despair. The better you understand your destruction, the deeper the truth of it.
Examine yourself.
via Degrading Love on Tumblr |
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Mmmm...that look
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So this happened today..
Had been talking to this guy off and on for months. Always seemed kinda sketchy..Never available for a face to face meeting, except 10 o'clock at night. I had a strong suspicion he was either
A. Married
B. Vanilla guy who used D/s as a way of getting sex
C. Both
Of course, another possibility was that he was just a douche.
Anyway, he messaged me tonight:
Him: So you will drop to you knees in the parking lot and suck my cock on command?
Me: Not at our first meeting, Sir. I told you before, first meeting is strictly meeting, getting acquainted.
Him: Really? No matter what?
Me: Really, no matter what.
Him: Well, maybe I wont be able to make it
Me: See ya!
Do me a favor and don't contact me again.
I've always suspected you were a vanilla guy who uses D/s to get sex.
There are plenty of women available for that. No need to play games.
Him: Bitch, fuck off I'm used to sluts that want ti show there submission right off the bat. This BS of wanting to meeting getting acquainted. Ill play your fucking game once but if you don't remember your place I will give you the back of my hand and be gone.
Me: Well, I don't show my submission to random strangers in a parking lot, so YOU fuck off, biotch.
And then I blocked him. My first ever block on here, believe it or not. Might need to exercise that option more often.
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Purpose. |
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Doms, dommes, ladies, gentlemen, kinksters of all ages:
Here's a bit of friendly advice. Take it as you will, it's meant
in good humor, not to deride or chide anyone.
In having a conversation, do your part to hold it up, keep it
going.
Yeah, I want to get to know you, but I'm not going to feed
you endless questions like we're conducting a job interview.
I may ask you 3 or 4 questions, but then my patience ends
if you are not balancing the conversation. Speak the fuck
up, ask questions too, or regale me with tales of your debauchery.
Usually, I don't approach someone first unless they have really sparked something within me. So when people message me and then clam up, I lose interest quickly. I
want a give and take, some repartee, fuck, something.
If you can't communicate on this most basic of levels,
we probably aren't gonna be a good match anyway.
So just go browse all the pretty pretty pictures of the naked people here.
This has been a public service message on behalf of the
Council of Annoyed Bratty Subs (ABS)
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OMG, I so want to do this..I don't mind getting slapped,
after all..LOL
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Why can't I get "Pillowtalk" lyrics out of my head?
Stupid catchy lyrics
I'm seeing the pain
Seeing the pleasure..
A place that is so pure
So dirty and raw
In our bed all day
Bed all day
Fuckin and fighting on
It's our paradise
and it's our war zone
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If you drink enough vodka, it tastes like love ;) |
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I came across this on Tumblr, and it spoke to me. My thoughts exactly.
Just Fuck Me.
Don’t be afraid to hurt me. I know you worry. Please don’t. I’m not as fragile as you think.
Don’t tug my hair. Grab it. Force me to my knees with your hands in my hair wrapped in a fist. Pull hard. Make my eyes water.
Don’t graze your teeth along my skin. Devour me. Bite down until I cry out. Then do it again.
Don’t caress my throat. I want to feel your fingers wrap tightly around it. Feel my pulse hammer into your palm. Feel the breath short in my chest and that little bit of panic set in.
Don’t nudge my knees apart. Move them like they’re yours to spread. With intention. With possession.
Don’t hold my hands. I want to feel your strong grip around my wrists. Use all your weight. Make me lie still.
I want it to still hurt tomorrow.
I want to see the bruises. The welts. The handprints.
Don’t ask me if I’m ok. Tell me I am.
I need to let go and not think.
I need you to make me yours.
Let my body answer for me with each shudder and moan. With the pool of wetness between my thighs.
These are the things I can’t control. I don’t want to control. That’s the point.
Don’t doubt.
Don’t worry.
Don’t overthink.
Just fuck me.
More naughtiness on DaddysDLG.Tumblr.com🎀
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Be the reason someone
smiles today.
Or the reason they drink.
Whatever works. |
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How many ways can you say it?
Trust
CANNOT
be
Demanded.
It must
be
EARNED.
Show of hands if you agree with me! |
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I was asked recently what it is about BDSM
that I enjoy most.
After thinking about it thoroughly,
I realized that it's
making grown doms cry.
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My spirit animal is Grey Goose. |
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Remember ladies..
Blow jobs are like flowers for guys. |
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"I'm a firm but fair Dom.." ----- the beginning of 90% of Dom profiles. |
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Just got a booty call from life. Apparently it wants to keep fucking me. |
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Too many people are walking around unmedicated, unsupervised, and
affecting my life. |
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You can't make someone love you. You can only stalk them and hope for the best. |
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Bah humbug. Hate holidays. Maybe hate is too strong a word. I don't care for holidays. I'm annoyed by holidays.
They're just an interruption to me. I want to get back to regular life.
The only way it could improve is if Santa left me a brand new Dom under the tree, wrapped in leather and holding a flogger.
Merry fucking Christmas, bitches! |
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Sometimes I like having a sore throat and a raspy voice ;) |
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What is it with people on here, or any social site really, writing one, two or three word messages?
"Hi."
"Hey there."
"How are you?"
Or my favorite: "Hi pain slut bitch." OK, that's four words.
If you're a grown ass man or woman, surely you can string together more words than an awkward seventh grader flirting with his first crush.
If you're going to the trouble of messaging me, put some effort into it, or at least a little shine on it. If you're this hard to communicate with online, you must be a real prize when I'm one on one with you. (Yeah, that's what's known as sarcasm in the grown up world.)
Guess what, though? It's never gonna get to the one on one stage if you can't engage with me on this most basic of levels.
I'm not going to spoon feed you conversation to make it easy on you, just 'cause I feel bad for you that you never graduated from "Grown Folks Communication 101." I could do that very easily, since I am quite fluent in speaking like an adult.
No, now when I am confronted with a Monosyllabic Mike or Tongue-tied Tom, I simply mirror whatever they say to me.
"Hi pain slut bitch."
"Hi domly master douche."
"How are you?"
"I'm fine, and you?"
"I'm good...."
Inevitably the conversation dies a quick unnatural death. I'm not gonna revive it after you kill it.
You started it, it's your baby. It's up to you to carry it.
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| Age: 18 |
| Melbourne 3141 ;],
Australia |
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