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MissHeather
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| I'm mostly here to look at pretty pictures, respond to interesting journal posts, and stay social when I otherwise can't.
I'm not looking for anything R/T because of health and energy issues.
Oh, and I don't really make that much money, I was just curious how many of you would be interested if I was. Hah!
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He worked confidently, but gently. As the massage ended, she could tell he was spending extra time on the back of her calves and feet. Indulging himself in feeling her under his hands. It felt good for her, so she made a mental note to correct him for being so selfish, and let it go for now. "Erik," she began at the end, "I'd like to take your training to another level. You've been a quick study, but I want things now besides service or sex. I want you more helpless and me in more control.
"Yes, Miss Kim," he said, nervously.
"And i want to feel that you are at a complete loss without me. I know it's true, but it's something I want to have now, and going forward."
"Yes, Miss Kim", he repeated, knowing not to interrupt with questions.
"Now, get on your knees, head up, knees apart" "Grip your ankles!"
He did as he was told, the apron he wore the only thing covering his obvious erection.
"Now, look me in the eye and tell me how important it is for ME of all people to own your balls, and don't hold back. Give me your most vulnerable submissive self."
As he did so, she amused herself, by playing with his balls through the apron, and slowly unwrapping a present she brought with her, a locking chastity device she'd been saving up for this evening, and a pair of latex gloves she put on slowly. As he pleaded his case she stood up, and walked around him, bending him forward, the tips of the flogger she'd gotten from his closet leaving wicked marks.
"You are withholding from me, erik, aren't you? My life has been filled with men like that. I don't want it from you. You don't' just want me to own you balls, but this ass needs to be owned too, doesn't it, and what about your mouth??" he would have answered, but his lips were wrapped around her fingers. "Too bad, all i want is your balls right now. Perhaps you will earn the rest." She attached the chastity device, and locked the key. The slight snap of the lock closing sent shivers down his spine, almost causing the beginnings of an orgasm. "There you go. Your balls and what comes out of them is now my property. If you wish to ever cum again, you'll need to convince me of your focus and desire to serve my needs, erik."
"Yes, Miss Kim" he said, gasping.
"I'll be traveling back and forth over the next two weeks, so i wont' be able to see you. When I do see you again will probably depend on you. Write to me regularly and tell me how much you miss me, and how you are learning your new place. From time to time I'll have you visit my apartment to do work for me, in your new apron. I won't be home, but your work will be valuable just the same.
She sat down. "You may get me some tea, and begin my pedicure. I need to be out of here in 45 minutes or I'll be late for my evening date." Erik hurried to the bathroom to prepare the foot bath and put water in the microwave. For a moment she felt guilty, and a little lonely, but the look of resigned suffering on his face as he got up, with the redness of his bare ass made them easy to overcome. |
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I was almost raptured!
I'm sure I felt a distinct tingle at 6!
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From Wikipedia: A spanker
is a gaff-sail flown on the mizzenmast of a tall ship
. For ease of handling in large sail plans, these sails would sometimes be split into lower and upper spankers. |
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CambridLibrarian, real or fake?
So the other day I asked if her pictures were taken in the US. A few days later her profile reappeared with someone different. I am not saying I have proof she is a fake, but it might be a good thing to have her take a pic with a local newspaper before getting serious about her.
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I suck, I Missed King Richar'ds Fair!
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He awaited Her pleasure on a rug in a well appointed room, a room with
nothing that did not have meaning. From the rug with it's floral
pattern on whose lilies his hands and knees rested, to the pictures,
clocks, small sculptures and silver desk accessories. He had failed so
often before the Governess had given him a final chance to prove he
could be useful in some way. "Perhaps if you could prove you can make a
reasonable impression of furniture you may stay." she said. The small
rug on his back covered him from shoulders to just beneath his behind.
The rope that simultaneously gagged him and kept his head up was made of
hemp like the ships whose picture he know looked at with a fixed gaze.
That was his one task, the one thing he might be capable of doing well
for his Governess. To look at the prow of the ship on the wall before
him and look no where else. He only had to look there and not move.
If a single sound came from the silver tea set resting on his back he'd
be dismissed and never allowed to return.
His outer form was in sharp contrast to his inner turmoil. Being
dismissed from Her service was a genuine possibility, since his past
attempts at gaining favor seemed to have met with increasingly poor
displays of self control, a situation, she made it quite clear, was
abhorrent. In addition, he could hear another person's voice, a dulcet
female voice, coming from the other room. Would she invite her guest
in to the study, or not? If so, would she mention him, or could he
disappear somehow by remaining perfectly still, perhaps convincing them
both he truly was furniture, or would she instead show her mercurial
side and reveal the single mark across his behind, a mark she only
delivered after he begged for another chance to stay. Would she
instead sit and proclaim with her what a disappointment he'd been to her
from the start, testing him for self control when she offered him the
humiliation he could almost acknowledge he searched for.
By the time they entered his mark was invisible anyway, and all that
remained was his blushing red complexion. In fact they ignored him
almost completely, his body stable but his mind constantly battling his
need for attention with his need for approval and his need to become
invisible in his current state. The guest remained, by her position,
invisible to his eyes, he could not see her, only hear and sense her
hands and feet around him as they had tea. Only near the end was his
secret desire teased, but not fulfilled. The guest said only "what a
lovely ottoman you have, it goes well here" before they said their
goodbyes.
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I need a professional Organizer/Dominatrix right now. Is there such a thing?
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A "real domme" is like a "true conservative." There's a lot fewer of them than they'd like to admit.
And for the record, a "true conservative" minimizes spending across the board, and scrutinizes the return on investment in all areas of government spending. A pretend conservative wants to spend all the money in the world on defense, while screaming about programs which directly enhance people's lives are too costly.
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I wrote this for Valentine's for a Domme i adore the day before she dumped me. Though my heart is broken over the incident, it is an example of my better writing, and an excellent illustration of what i seek.
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You sit in a robe and heels in Your chair, your knees spread, your
breaths are deep and relaxed... you grab my hair tenderly, as you pull
my lips away from your thighs, you whisper in your delicious slow voice
"poor baby, is your apron wet?"
"yes, Mistress, it is"
"Why is that?"
"Because your cum squirted all over me when you came, Mistress"
"Did I not tell you i wanted you to be well uniformed at all times, erika?"
"Yes Mistress, You did"
"Then why did you make me cum so hard?"
"Because i couldn't help myself, Mistress, You taste so good and it has been so long since i drank You into my mouth."
"You selfish little bitch, you never asked me if you could drink me, did you?"
"No, Mistress, i'm very sorry"
You
stand up, and bend me over, so my face is on the seat where a moment
Your pussy was, i can smell and feel Your cum on my face, You take the
crop out, and tease the tops of my garters with it and say "Tramp?"
"Yes, Mistress?"
"You will repeat after each stroke "I may not drink Mistress' cum without permission."
"Yes, Mistress"
"Let us begin" you say, holding my hair so i can't reach Your juices with my lips......
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True story. Last Wednesday I go to Sears because I need a mattress for a guest bed. I tell them it needs to be delivered on Monday, or Tuesday at the latest. The guy tells me no problem, it will be here on Monday. Trouble is, I'm thinking the next monday, he's thinking the week after that! Hope my guests like air mattresses....
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A while ago I jokingly wrote in my journal that my penis had been altered to look like Dick Cheney's head. Little did I realise how many never-say-die neo-cons would be sending me chat requests to tell me how much they want my surgically altered penis in their nasty little butts.
Apparently they miss being screwed by Dick Cheney when he was in office and will do anything to get that feeling back. Why do I have the feeling so many of these work for Fox News?
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I've been recently reassembled from the rotting remains of several unclaimed corpses by neo-Nazi medical students turned dark wizards and will be coming to your street seeking the only thing that will sate me, piles and piles of bite-sized Snickers in individually wrapped foil bags.
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I can be had for a box of dark chocolates.
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My penis has been surgically altered to look like Dick Cheney's head. Well, OK, not really, but I'm sure no one is ever going to read this.
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Will clean for tax help...
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I read a lovely Domme's profile, and she was kind enough to list things which she absolutely had to explore with a sub. I thought it was really great because I could tell automatically that I would not be good for her (needle and electric play were MUSTS). So, here are my MUSTS:
- Must enjoy paddling/flogging/spanking.
- Must enjoy the humiliation and power aspect of above.
- Must be willing to consider some semi-private display of above at some point.
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Ok, sometimes a no-strings, friendly spanking really IS just what the doctor ordered! Paging Dr. Slap Happy!
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Ok, another annoying type of Domme post. The "No strings, no friendship, just want to piss in your face on a regular basis. Must be single."
Give me a break! Hahahaha. Wtf does it matter to you if they are single or not if all you want to do is abuse them for a couple of hours here and there? Seriously.
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Ok, one of the thing that really bugs me about Domme's here at Collarme is they may list 100 things they like, dislike, and hate, but don't bother listing the kind of relationship they are looking for, then get upset if you e-mail them and you aren't what they were seeking. Ugh!
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I'm not a Pain Slut, Honest!
Because a delighful domme asked about the "spanking" thing I have to explain a little more. I'm not a pain slut by any streatch. I'm very "tender" when it comes to pain. What I meant to explain in my profile is that i seek the humiliation, the control, the power loss that occurs in a spanking. Not just being tied up and spanked, but being held by my domme's words, and then spanked... proof of Her supremacy in the handling of the most emotionally and physically intimate ways.
At the same time, having some stranger, or a pro, just spank me, without meaning, would be completely empty and honestly not worth the pain. Does this make me seem too needy and complicated?
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Peing punished for misbehavior is sexy. Being spanked because my Mistress wants to is sexier!!
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and studying while watching really really bad movies on SciFi
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What if you met exactly the right person for you, but you each spoke so differently, that you couldn't come across in such a way you could recognise them? Isn't that just it's own version of hell?
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She kissed me, on the forehead, once, before taking out a soft silk rope, and tying it around me with a cloth to act as a gag. She reached down my chest, her delicate fingertip tracing lines around my nipple as she spoke, i wanted to moan, but i could barely hear myself. Taking my long hair in her hand, she pulled me over, until my face was next to the floor. The rope she had gagged me with was much longer than i thought, it reached down between my cheeks, and i could feel it sliding across my ankles. She spoke on the phone as if nothing ontowards was amiss, quoting numbers and asking questions, as if she were across a conference table from her staff. She bound my wrists, several loops of rope went around both wrists, before she ran another loop to pull it all together, leaving my arms crossed behind my back. It somehow seemed so natural, so normal, until i grasped the next stages of her work.
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I waited for Her just as i had promised over the phone, naked, kneeling, candles all around me, my hands behind my back, my eyes looking down at the floor. I faced the open courtains, only mildly afraid some one could see me in this darkness.
I heard Her car, and Her voice, talking quickly, confidently. I thought some one was with her, and considered getting up for a robe, or locking the door... but i knew the consequences. if i moved, i'd never speak to Her again, and i needed her, i needed her to come back in the living room and touch me, look at me, give me a reason for being, to make me feel wanted in a way only she could.
The door opened, her heels clicked on the tile floor of the entrance, and her voice continued, but now i could tell she was on her cell phone, making arrangements for a meeting in Hong Kong. Strategizing her next minor coup. She closed the door quietly and came towards me, just close enough for me to feel her warmth, then her fingers running softly through my hair.
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Dinner was fantastic, my date witty, beautiful, immaculately dressed. All was going so well until she told me she wanted me to show her my home. "Don't worry, I only want to see your living room" she said teasing me. When we got in she smiled sweetly when she asked me to come stand next to her. "Would you like to kiss me, erik?" she asked. Of course she knew i did. "Then hold your hands behind your back, and do not speak. If you say anything, or move your hands, i will leave and you won't see me again." I was angry for a moment, angry at the game she was playing, but those eyes and lips.... i swallowed my pride and did just that, held my hands behind my back and my mouth in check, until she was almost ready to leave.
By then she was sitting comfortably in my recliner, dangling a shoe on the end of her foot, looking at me. I was there, naked, kneeling, bare. Blushing from my toes to the top of my head. It wasn't a woman seeing me, it was that she was seeing me like this, quiet, obedient, while she stood there oh so comfortably, looking at me as she chose to, or not. "I've enjoyed myself, erik, very much, you are a good kisser, and reasonably well behaved. If you wish to see me again, you will present yourself to me just like this, on the floor, naked, kneeling, and looking at the ground. Do you understand?"
That was the only time i spoke to her again for a week. What could i say but "Yes, yes, Ma'm, i do" She pulled my head back by my pony tail and kissed me. Then left without another word.
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I've come to the decision that Iv'e spent too much time focusing on my school, work and martial arts training, to the detrement of my social and intimate life. I can't take it anymore!
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So just for fun, I decided to look up all Hispanic Domme's. Like 95% of them are pro's. What's up with that? I mean, no objection to a craftsperson earning a living, but why are there not more lifestyle Domme's? Is this a cultrual thing? Do we need to begin educating more Hispanic women on the joys and benefits of Domination that go beyond the financial?
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Ok, to be fair, both subs, and Domme's and people who are completely a-sexual can be parasites.
On the other hand, it's the Domme's I think who should be held more accountable.
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Domme, Pro or Parasite?
These are the questions you must ask yourself while looking for a Domme here, or anywhere else. Is this person truly a self-reliant, self-effective person, who happens to be Dominant by nature, or are they parasites, who without the submissive are completely unable to survive. Are you a willing host for such a creature? Why? You won't find love, or companionship, or anything else other than being drained until you are an empty husk. Is service to such a person just a slow suicide? Are you really proving your devotion to them, or your mother, who no matter what could never love you? Some one explain it to me.
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This one is really amused by those in the scene that think that because they are in some alternative lifestyle the normal rules of what is means to be in a healthy relationship don't apply. These same people also don't seem to know what it means to have A relationship, let alone a BDSM relationship. People, get a grip. Being kinky does not excuse you from the requirements of love, reality, or health. A healthy relationship is one where each is fed and free to grow. When that is gone, you are in an abusive relationship, whether it involves corporal punishment and bondage or not. So many in the scene are here because they are afraid of change, afraid of loss. Those of you who are are hiding from your true nature. |
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| Age: 19 |
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