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quirkylittle4daddy after i wrote my 4 page note on reddit on why for me a lady who has both the dark goddess and the slave and the little girl in one in my observation over the decades and my personal life why while some might last at most a few years here and there i have never seen a successful long term healthy and honest pairing of the daddy dom and little girl..and what the crux is and why even the most highly intelligent and successful people just seem to not crack the code for longevity...and why while most people who are in the scene aren't vanilla aren't regular..and anyone attracted to this is what i code as a thoroghbred horse..what is a bred racing horse? stronger fitter quicker cleaner shinier and a work of art compared to the domestic or regular horse......it still don't work..and the orienting going on that something is missing..it's the wild horse..the wild WOLF that is the next stage of ascension...and that the traditional layout of this isn't working because the traiditonal layout of this is broken...too much power for any decent human to try to wield without misuse, and too much of an internal death and sacrifice without the safety of being held, secure, stable, protected, and hands on intetionally in and out kept....at one point one or both break....and that in the wild the individual the honed in two streams on the same path with no false pretenses absolute soverignty meeting soverngyt coming together and going apart fierce and passionate when together and like soliders on the battlefield navigating life with self first is the next evolution of this..and that the power exchange really is some sort of toxic addictive drug that kills both parties.....
i asked this question. n a response to the call i put out to the universe while out and about god/the universe sent me this song while i was out and about and unable to really choose what i listen to. i'm an audio visual media mystic...music primarly. i get my messages, healing, transmissions, downloads, awareness, lessons, main way of orienting this life through sound. secondly through media...and so things will naturally guide me when i'm home and able to control it..but i have a mystical connection to music when out of the home in places where music plays that i can't control what station or song is played next as well. and the song that came up while i was out and about mystically ansewered it for me.
hang on collective, we're in for an amazing but probably bump and deadening past. but there are gems in the mental and emotional death if we choose to hang on.
as usual, they give me new/tweaked songs lyrics. i will often hear things that the original composers didn't put that fit the situation i'm thinking of, going through, asking about. i i never heard this song before. the original foundation of the chorus in the song is to ask it as a question...but in response to my spell and the question i posed to the universe that the lyrics and song responded to... i guess god is like, gurl there is no question:
mmm mmm mmm in agreement.
"families really bow their heads to pray
daddies really never go away.
oh grandpaaaaaaaaaa. tell me bout the good ol days."
Grandpa (Tell Me 'Bout The Good Old Days)
Song by The Judds
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Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like this world's gone crazy
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress, but I just don't know
And grandpa, let's wander back into the past
Then paint me the picture of long ago
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Mm
Mm
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
which i mean god can be grandpa in this instance if it, i believe in the tetragrammaton gender neutral energy version, and if that's what it wants to be in this transmission/spell well so be it!
PLBsub71 6/13/2024
I am Wordy...
Flirty...
a little bit...
Dirty.
Even so... sending me a message does not guarantee a reply.
Some may think that is rude. There are just only a certain number of hours in a day and I am not on here much.
MPH
SirRahvin I have, in the past 6 months, been messaged by 2 different men who had something about raceplay in either their messages or in their profiles. Allow me to be perfectly clear: any racial slur, race play, homophobic slur, misogyny, or domination from any aspect of supposed genetic superiority is a limit. I grew up having various slurs directed towards myself, family, and friends and they are a quick way to have me block you.
I mean the following in an honest and non judgemental way: if you have those desires, I would encourage you to look into your personal history and see why you have those desires or urges and honestly discuss them with a licensed professional. It is often a product of internalized hatred towards yourself or others through no fault of your own. Talking with a professional will help you to a much happier place where you can feel more comfortable with yourself and others.
BUT, do not send me messages with any form of racial, transphobic, homophobic, or misogynistic slur in them. It will lead to me immediately blocking you and reporting the message. Having anything about race in your profile (other than your own) will result in a short message and me blocking you. You are only harming yourself and it's a hard limit for me. Consider this your one and only warning.
Back2basics59 i am at a start of a new trail, where will it lead? i do not know, but i do know that i walk a small step behind You. Looking towards You to guide me, that You will pull me into You with a simple look, a word, or a command. The journey from the self-indulgent creature i am to the slave beauty You desire. A journey that will be fierce and difficult at times, one that will push me to the limit and past it, one that will find You throwing me off a cliff over and over again, to be waiting for me at the bottom, to catch me and say those two small words that make me want to please You more….”good slave”. It’s amazing how two small words can cause my spirit to burst forth, two small words that make me want and need to fall on my knees in front of You, back straight, head held high, eyes cast downward, legs spread apart and palms on thighs.You reinforce me to just how quickly i need this. How long it has been since i was truly in this mindset and just how wanton and needy i am. A connection of energy, of trust and of honesty. It is framed by the mutual respect, adoration, and admiration felt by both and a great deep fulfilling love can be found in and through it. And in my life, i strive for that deepness, it beckons me, calls to me.
geoOct1st Chastity - Week 95
Today is day 666 of my chastity journey, the 41st day of being locked constantly 24/7. The openness design of this cage allows me to be squeaky clean without removing it. i didn't think the 24/7 constant locking would be so humbling.
Chastity is not always a punishment Chastity can be a sign of adoration Chastity is not always an acknowledgement of inferiority Chastity can be a sign of strength and dedication
As the waves of submissiveness wash over me The longing to serve deepens to serve deepens
bnomad69 I must be doing something wrong because ever since covid come along nobody wants to talk to anybody real time I mean I just bought a house in Mississippi moved from New Orleans a beautiful house by the way I'm very proud of and I was going to use it for a dream home of because I'm trans and I have other attributes I mean I'm a disabled veteran I wear diapers and fortunately for me my my Uncle Sam decides to keep me stocked and anyway I don't know what's wrong with people nobody has conversations anymore it's just these one line sentences no pictures it's just really is everybody running that scared I don't know maybe I'll see if this makes any hits I mean it's not very interesting but I'm just like since journals are back I'm just trying to see how it works out with me see if it actually shows up so anyway hope everybody is having a great holiday you know Halloween anyway look forward to hearing from anybody that wants to have a real time conversation I mean I don't even know what I mean anymore I haven't talked to another human being since covid except that the VA clinic and stuff but anyway with all that said ciao for now
SteveCroxteth At the beginning of a relationship I try to keep surprises to a minimum. So I’ve written a short description of how I would spank the first time I did so.
I do not spank really hard as the pleasure is over far too soon. I spank firmly and slowly. I call it a ‘Cumulative Dozen’.
The first time you will have dressed as I instruct and will stand whilst I tell you why you are being spanked, it might just be for the pure enjoyment of doing so.
You will bend over the back of a chair and I will lift your skirt, if needed I will hold you in place between my thigh and my left hand.
The first spank will land on your far cheek, then one on your near cheek. I will then change sides and spank each cheek twice. Then change sides and spank each cheek three times, and so on until I decide to stop, or I’ve reached a dozen per side. Each cheek of your bottom could have received 78 spanks by this time. You will then be told to stand facing into the corner, holding your skirt above your waist and forbidden to touch your bottom.
After a short wait you will bend over again, your panties will be removed, your legs parted and I will repeat the spanking. If you struggle you will be put over my knee and have your arm folded into the small of your back. By this time your bottom will be red and sore so the spanks will seem much harder than they actually are. By the time a dozen is reached this time you will might want the spanking to stop. However if you have struggled too much, or clenched your bottom muscles too often I may decide to continue to 13, 14 or perhaps 15.
One finished you will stand in the corner again, forbidden to touch your red bottom that you will keep on display until I tell you can move. If I have collared you the process will vary, if you would like to know how then just ask.
AngelWingsOnly one potential ending
Now, My darkest desires proceeded to being fulfilled. SLAVE start the slow process of getting all the things needed. You hear clanks, scrapes, thuds, grunts and painful cries. What to make of all this, starts to run through you mind. Locked up in bounds on the bed, pinned down, spread eagle, arms like a cross… completely vulnerable. The blind fold is placed back on, and you put up a little bit of a fight. But to no avail you loss, but then again you expected that. But just not as quickly, for there were a second set of hands that were helping with the blind fold.
The cbt is still on, and the pain is becoming more intense for you. But I’m in no mood to give in to your whimpers. I say, ladies next please. Now you start to realize the fear that has begun to grow within you. You hear the rustling of the girls; giggles and loud noise all of what is now making you try to free yourself from the bounds that hold you dear.
Now back on the bed, SLAVE lays down beside you, caressing you body, up and down, making you slip into a state or relaxedness. Then while the moment of peace lasts, you hear a soft click and a rush of cold air; gliding up the length of your shaft for the cbt has been lifted off. With a sigh of relief, like you just had the biggest orgasm you have ever had… little did you know what was coming your way next. With that first sigh, that escaped from your lips, was the last time you were going to experience that feeling.
You hear some more giggling and some sharp sounds. Then there is a light smell of something you could not place. As your mind ponders what that smell may be, for its something you’ve smelt before. Again, your mind wonder and ponders away but is quickly brought back to the present by the sucking sound you hear.
As your mind slips back to the moment, you feel this wet softness along your inner thigh. Kiss, nibble, licks, nibbles, and a bite, the sharp piercing pain shoot’s right up your body. You let out a yelp, sounding like a puppy, with a loud and crisp. “Well, well, well, we can’t be having that now, can we?” I said. With a load voice, almost chill defining. SLAVE gets up and went into the back room and came back with a large ball gag. Since you were blindfolded still, you had no idea what was going your way. SLAVE lay down on the bed and began to caress your body. Soft, slowly and methodically, she worked over your body piece by piece. Till she reached your face, then the touched changed, but still were soft and caring. She caressed your lips with her fingers, carefully taking her time, centimeter but centimeter she glided her fingers over your bottom lip. Lost in the moment, you begin to moan and lost sight of everything, time, space, reality, everything what was happening right in front of your body and soul.
Still confused by the feeling of SLAVEs fingers, which were warm, supple, loving caressing touch lingered in your mind. Your moans and body language started to change. Your heart was racing, breathless to speak or move. No words could be found or describe what you were feeling.
Next you fell something cool, wet, and soft. With you mind slowly drifting back to reality; you try to assess what the feeling maybe. And with a blink of an eye it was over. The soft, luscious, lips of SLAVEs touched yours and it was a little taste of heaven in an instant.
Then in another flash there was shock, for now you felt the large ball of the ball gag graze your lips. You instinctively opened your mouth, knowing full well that you shouldn’t. Then the ball gag slipped in and the light smell of SLAVEs body sent could be smelled to your nose, carried lightly on a breath of wind. You fill your senses with that scent, as the gag is being fastened to you. The ball is almost too big for your mouth, but it what “I” want. I don’t want to have the world hear you moan, for what is coming next, so I state.
HuntsforSkulls My Personal D/s Relationship Requirements
The question was posed to me (back in 2019) “What do you require in a D/s relationship?” While at first, I thought it would be a simple reply over a text, one thought led to another and it quickly snowballed. (Phrasing, I know…) I quickly realized that there really was no quick, succinct answer and 70 characters would not be enough to relay my requirements. Some thoughts came quickly (Phrasing!) while others I feel I need to ruminate on.
First and foremost, I require honesty. Don’t lie through omission or do it to save my feelings or whatever. I’d rather have an honest, adult relationship rather than a childlike fabrication where I don’t know if I can trust what is being said to me. You may be brand new and that’s as ok as being an experience veteran. You may be barely legal; (that I will require ID for) I’ll still teach you. If I can’t trust you, I can’t play with you.
Secondly, I require that my “s” have the ability to effectively communicate with me. Whether it’s with words, sign language, texting, or moaning, they need to be able to make their opinions known to me. As the Top/Dom in the relationship, it ultimately falls to me whether to acquiesce or deny any requests. The bottom needs to understand that I’m never going to do anything to intentionally harm them but I also recognize that I often fail to effectively communicate my actual intentions/motives if not asked the correct questions. That can be alarming or scary. I’m not going to punish someone for wanting to understand what I’m doing or thinking; I encourage questions. If I’m not conveying myself satisfactorily to the point where danger may be legitimate, I do expect (safeword) to be invoked.
I also expect to be kept in the loop as far as my bottom’s day to day life goes. I don’t need a thorough breakdown (0700- woke up, 0703- used bathroom, etc.) but if there’s something bothering them, it will effect what happens between us. One thing bothering them, one lingering suspicion about something seemingly trivial can and will through off their ability to assess a situation and their reaction to stimuli. I do understand that, sometimes, a day can push you to a mental breaking point that just requires a thorough flogging to take your mind off it; if that’s what is needed, I will allow it but I will know to check in frequently. Plus, especially if there’s distance between us, I like to know you’re still alive. There’s nothing quite as undervalued as the text, “Hey. I had a rough day; I don’t feel like talking now. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.” That tells me you’re alive and I can back off on the worry. (Be ready at 6 am for my text/call though.)
The third thing I want out of D/s relationship is a connection. Not just an interpersonal one, but one on a deep mental level. For lack of a better phrase, I need to be in someone’s head. I need to understand how they think on a deep level. Many take my classic Cannibal question (yes, I got it from “Silence of the Lambs”), “What is your worst memory from childhood?” as overly personal and creepy. Not my intent. Unfortunately, to date, that is the best question (leading to follow ups) that I have found that truly lets me get into someone else’s head. It tells you
mastergcs I am currently seeking to add two new members to our House, one male and one female. The male candidate would ideally have a military background, but this is not a requirement. These will be live-in positions that require a full commitment. Currently, our House consists of myself (the Master) and two female slaves, and we are looking to expand to three active members, including one male.If you are interested in a true 24/7 live-in position where multiple members live and work together towards a shared goal, please email us for more information. The requirements to join are, able to drive, and open to learning a new way of life, both in the M/s lifestyle and in general.As the Master of the House, I consider myself to be straight, articulate, cultured, and a deep thinker. I value self-respect, honesty, integrity, and principles. I seek to dominate completely, both physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. My goal is to bring out the best in my property through intense training and development, while also fostering trust, obedience, and loyalty.This is not a role-playing or fetish-satisfying opportunity, it's a lifestyle that I live 24/7. I am not interested in subs who want to "top from the bottom" or those who are seeking a short-term commitment. If you are interested in total power exchange, authority transfer, good training, discipline, attention, and leadership, please contact us. However, if you have contacted multiple houses and stopped after a few emails, this may not be the right fit for you.
MasterG
HighCaliberDom Rush
I could feel the blood coursing through my veins. My skin was flushed and I could feel my heart beat with excitement. I cast my gaze downward, taking in the full length of the beauty who had submitted to me. Sweat glistend from her soft skin. Her arms and legs stretched to their full extent. Her eyes pleading. Her mouth clentched on the gag which stifled her words, but did little to muffle her moans.
It was her idea. She wanted to have her limits pushed. Pushed beyond her previous play. I was riding her edge in so many ways. Keeping her on the brink. Permission withheld. Applying pleasure, and pain according to her liking, but never enough. She could flirt with her orgasm, but I held her back. Torture, but not from pain. Torture from the pleasure without release.
I abandoned her to her need. That look on her face. Pleading with her eyes and body.
I wanted a break. Taking my time.
Poured myself a tall ice water to cool off. I walked back the ice clinking in my glass.
The bed complained as I settle next to her. She did not. I was greeted with an expectant look. A smirk even. She was ready for the next chaper. She knew that the story had not run its course.
I admired the marks that I left on her body. Hand prints and crop marks set upon a pink background from a generous amount of flogging. I plucked an ice cube from my glass. Gentlly traced my marks with the ice, leaving a trail of water and a slight shiver from my submissive.
My tracing spiraled around her breasts encouraging her nipples to their full extent.
I teased her belly button then towards her clit. I alternated between a vibrator and the ice until it melted. I retrieved the remaining ice from my glass. Traced her inner thigh. I rub the entrance before slipping the ice inside. I could see the discomfort, as I relished my control. Inserted another piece for good measure.
I could feel the blood flowing to my cock. Engorged and ready.
I rubbed the head against her, before sliding inside. I savored the cold created by her internal ice bath. It was time to get started...
iris73j The meal
The table was laid. It was an important dinner party, but the table wasn’t overly fussy. It was going to be a simple meal: the steak already in place on warm plates at either end of the six-seater table, wine in the goblets and terrines of buttered vegetables in the middle. One plate was set between the other two chairs. Chairs which stood, side by side, along one of the longer sides of the oblong table. Next to the plate were two glasses of water, a plate of small cubes of fresh bread and crudites and a dish of oily, dark balsamic dressing. The lighting came mainly from the open door to the kitchen and the two tall candles on the table.
Two women stood, close but not touching, each behind one of the chairs. They were dressed the same: black heels, black stockings, black suspender belt, but they looked different. One was significantly taller than the other, and much curvier. The curvier sub had dark blonde hair which fell in a straight curtain down her back, the other had shiny brown hair which fell in soft curls just past her shoulders. The brown-haired sub had pubic hair, neatly trimmed very short. The blonde-haired sub was completely bare. Both wore a narrow black leather collar around their necks with a metal ring centre front. And both wore leather cuffs with a similar metal ring around their wrists.
Two men entered the room and both women stiffened. Each one cling their elbows tighter behind their back pulling their shoulders back and pushing their breasts out; nipples already erect from anticipation and from being exposed. The older man walked towards the blonde haired sub and turned her collar so that the ring was at the back. He threaded a chain through the ring and attached it to her cuffs; holding her wrists in place behind her waist. Each man pulled out a chair and motioned for the women to sit.
Suctioned to the bare wood of each chair seat was a dildo, glistening with a thin coating of lube. It wasn’t very long, maybe only 4” but it was a little thicker than a standard dildo. Both subs placed themselves over the dildos and slowly eased themselves into their chairs. The blonde sub could feel it slowly stretching and invading her cunt and she felt heat spread up her belly. She turned to the older man and gave a barely noticeable smile. The older Dom said “You are not to speak unless spoken to.” “Yes sir,” replied his sub recognising the smile in his eyes behind his stern words.
When both women were seated the two men took a moment to check the state of their sub. The older Dom placed his hands on his sub’s shoulders. He gently ran his fingernail down her back. He heard the intake of breath, saw her breasts rise and felt her rock slightly forward – dildo inside her and clit bumping onto the hard surface of the wooden chair. He let his hands glide down the swell of her breasts, pinching each nipple between his fingers and using them to lift her heavy breasts; feeling their weight and seeing his sub rock forwards on the seat again. He gave each nipple a playful, sharp flick and the second Dom said to his sub, “Feed her first.” Both men sat down and began eating as the brown-haired sub, with her hands still free, turned to the blonde-haired sub and smiled.
The meal continued. The men and women talked normally to each other. The shorter sub fed the blonde sub bread and vegetables, dipped into the balsamic dressing. Whenever a small drop fell onto the lip, chin or breast of the blonde sub, she kissed or licked it off. After a while the blonde sub began to squirm noticeably in her seat. When the next drop fell onto the top of her breast the brown-haired sub leaned forward and grazed her tongue over her nipple before catching the drip. The blonde sub squirmed again and moaned aloud, the dildo deep in her cunt, her clit swollen from constant bumping and squirming on the seat. “I told you not to speak sub. Are you such a slut that you can’t eat a meal at the table without moaning?” the older Dom spoke sharply but quietly. “Over the table now.”
The blonde sub eased herself off the dildo, ging again as it left her cunt. She walked, wrists still bound, to the empty edge of the table, opposite the other sub, and leaned her body over it, feet shoulder width apart. Her Dom could see her slightly gaping, wet cunt. Without warning he stuck two fingers into it and everyone at the table heard how wet it was. Removing his fingers, he rubbed her juices over her swollen clit and gave a quiet chuckle at the low moans his sub made. “I think she needs more tonight,” he said to the younger Dom. From out of his pocket he took a metal butt plug with a flared base. The blonde sub could see that it was her medium sized one; the one she had been wearing recently for periods of time outside the house. Her Dom applied a little lube and then she felt it pushing gently but insistently against her arsehole. As she felt her arse open and suck the metal bulb in, her Dom grabbed her hair, turned her face towards the other Dom and delivered six sharp smacks to her arse. She felt the heavy metal plug jolt inside her and she closed her eyes and moaned with arousal and embarrassment. After the sixth smack he pulled her upright by her hair and delivered another six slaps to her breasts, three on each. She felt them bounce and her hard nipples screamed in pain, making her g and cry out. “Sit back down and finish your meal,” her Dom said.
On wobbly legs, she returned to her seat. As she lowered herself back onto the dildo she felt an exquisite fullness as the dildo rubbed past the plug in her arse. The brown-haired sub had been eating but, at a motion from her Dom, she began to lick and suck the blonde-haired sub’s sore, engorged nipples. The sensation was arousing and soothing but, desperate to make no sound, the blonde-haired sub closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Focused on allowing the soothing attention. She didn’t notice that she was already rocking her clit against the wooden chair seat again, but the two men did…
Mar 28, 2020
LadyK58 to those of you who think that a meeting should be hurried: this is something that you should know about me.
I need to have a sense of who I am meeting and the only way I know to do that is to have a lot of conversation and correspondence beforehand. I will not engage in primarily sexual based conversations before establising compatibility and mutual interest. I am much more interested in what's between your ears than what's between your legs. I have, on occasion, met people off the internet without spending much time chatting with them. Most times it has never led to anything beyond that initial meet. The majority of the people that I do correspond with on here does not lead to a face to face meeting. If it did, consider yourself lucky.
In particular, the need to know the other person is more important than if I was embarking on a vanilla relationship.I don't consider this process 'time-wasted because the search is usually interesting whether it results in a face to face or not. I refused to be hurried in the process. If you cannot articulate with me in an email then the chances are pretty damn high you will not when we are face to face.
If any of the above statements seem too trying or unreasonable, I honestly don't care. Just don't contact me.
C0SMICCUNT 7/30/2024 7:35:16 PM
Well, well, well... A very deep and sometimes disturbing subject indeed!
I've had the need to take some time off. I've been duped and while it is hard to admit that a woman of My age and intellect has been bamboozeled, I'm comforted knowing that this type of thing happens to many of us, most especially when we are vulnerable due to life circumstances or state of mind and that I shall be wiser for the game played.
While undertaking the supreme challenge of finding a right sub for Myself, I happened upon the GREATEST ONLINE MINDFUCKER that ever was and I discovered he has been playing around here and Fet for over 20 plus years and at least 39 profiles on CollarSpace to date!!!
VICTORY! I finally was able to find them out though I must say I was led on a not-so-merry chase full of intrigue and suspense, aliens, judges, the government, medical organizations and secret societies! LOL It takes all sorts.
After all, I have to laugh at Myself and how vulnerable My state of mind must be to have gone down that rabbit hole. I would not change the knowledge gained through the experience though I am seriously butt sore.
NEEDLESS TO SAY, ANY DOMINANT SLAVE OR SUB MAN READING THIS WILL PROVE YOURSELF OR PASS ME BY.
I have a phone, pictures, telegraph, google chat, skype and every other possible means of communication and verification including but not limited to a car! We chat, we verify, we meet or part.
MistressNikkiVixen Dallas — April 23–25
I’ll be in the city briefly, and I don’t waste time on unfocused or unprepared men.
I’m open to select company while I’m there—but understand this is not casual, and it’s not for those who need to be convinced of their place.
I will not be alone. My wife will be present—she is intelligent, composed, and fully aware of my dynamic. You will conduct yourself with the same level of respect, awareness, and restraint you would expect in the presence of accomplished women.
This is not a space for nervous energy, over-talking, or performative behavior.
I expect presence, discretion, and a clear understanding of how to approach properly. You should come prepared—mentally, logistically, and otherwise. I don’t guide from the ground up in a limited window.
If you understand structure, composure, and how to present yourself with intention, you may be worth my time.
Dallas is a short stay.
Make your approach count.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
CarpeEros Can anyone explain to me why people's profiles under "actively seeking" can say:
"Submissive female"
but then can say
"Sub / Slave Male"
I clicked purely to investigate this, to "edit my profile", thinking "well, maybe one can now, unlike in the past, select any one of 4 varieties:
'submissive female', and/or
'submissive male',
and/or "Sub/Slave female"
and/or "Sub/Slave male"
but saw only two options, same as old ones.Yet on people's profiles the above asymmetrical
Why force some to express interest in, and prevent others from expressing interest in, "slaves"? ?Or is that not the case, throughso it seems from just a quick glance. Anyone know? Post in your Journal.
DommeMissX [Just a little piece of erotic fiction (FICTION) I’ve got rambling around in my head]
"What Daddy wants, Daddy gets: Our daily “on display” routine","
I’m not a “little”, and my Dom who I live with is not into age play BUT loves the nickname Daddy. We live together in his fairly large ranch house that has a large 10 foot wide 7 feet tall picture window in the family room that faces our back yard. We have a private fence, but surrounding houses have a 2nd floor so it’s visible to many anyway.
Our morning routine is one of my favorites - I wake up 1/2 hour before daddy does to make some coffee and attend to a few things before he wakes up. It’s my responsibility to prep my pussy to be really and willing to accept whatever he decides to stick in there form the minute he wakes up.
When it IS time for him to wake up I’m his human alarm clock and so make waking very very pleasant! Coffee made the way he wants, appropriate clothes laid out and prepared for his day (work or home on the weekends), and me naked kneeling beside the bed at about the middle of his torso. I get to be creative with how i awaken him, which is a delight for me as I love to be creative!!
This morning I chose to give soft kitten-kisses on his arm that’s closest to the edge, and it gently wakes him up after a few minutes. “Good morning, Kitten,” he says softly in almost a whisper. “Good morning, Daddy.” is my standard reply. “And how are my Kitten’s nipples feeling after their treatment yesterday?” he asks with a knowing grin. “They are throbbing from yesterdays suck-fest, goodness they are tender, almost raw from your gnawing on them for so long! I love it, thank you Daddy.”
As he sits up to roll out of bed, I have slippers ready where his feet will land. He swings his legs out, I guide them into each slipper, and he spreads his legs wide displaying his dominance over me with his gorgeous cock and lovely man-bush at it’s base. He stands and I hold open his robe to slip on.
Before we even begin to move into the kitchen For breakfast, he runs his hand over my hard nipples, flicking them to make them harder - of course today it’s 10 times more intense because of yesterday’s activities. I gasp and all that does is make him pinch and rub harder, dammit! He knows he has my attention, and then slides his hand down to my pussy to ensure it’s wet and ready, which it always is but I love that his fat fingers probes me “just to be sure.”
After a quiet breakfast comes my second-favorite routine and that is the daily display of Daddy’s living fuck toy. I follow him into our family room that has no window coverings and assume my assigned position. “On your back legs wide on the fucking bench, Kitten.” And I dutifully do as told. My head is nearest the window, my pussy the other direction and he begins to fuck me and twist my nipples harder than yesterday - I begin to simultaneously cry and howl as I’m getting wetter from his invasion of my slit.
I tilt my head back to look out the window (upside down view) and I see 2 neighbors peeking out of their houses’ 2nd story's that face our family room window to watch with backs face the back of our house. Earl and Stephen have their pants down or off, and I see them both stroking their wieners in response to todays live-action.
It’s this morning ritual that makes me blush when I see them in the neighborhood or in the grocery store...none of their wives know, or at least aren’t saying they know, and it feels like a dirty secret (which it is!!). After Daddy has filled me with a huge load, he texts Ralph and Stephen to come on over, I’m wet and juicy and ready for them.
Stephen is busy and has to run, but Earl - who is retired - replies he’s coming over. Earl arrives in short order, chats with Daddy in the family room as I’m spread eagle and dripping, making a pool of my juice and Daddy’s jiz. Daddy retreats to the bedroom to get dressed, and leaves Earl free to do as Daddy did and cum in my pussy. (The rule with neighbors is they may come over and do to me what Daddy did, which means they had to pay attention and also keeps them in check with my body-boundaries Daddy has in place.
Earl retired “young” at only 58, but his cock works just as well as a 26 year old’s. He immediately enters my nasty wet pussy and shoves his dick HARD in me, so hard he jolts the table and I slide a little further away which amuses Daddy who peeked out from the bedroom. Earl takes his damn time, fucks me hard for 15 straight minutes, then pulls out and spews his jiz all over my bottom and floor which I’ll have to clean up later.
Left to clean up from the festivities, I hop to it before it dries. I wish Earl a good day, and Daddy is ready to leave and I wish him the same.
Wonder what tomorrow’s activity will be?
TeaMenthe Small Mercies, Longer Days
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It has been one of those stretches where the days stack up against you before you have had a chance to argue with the first one. Nothing catastrophic, nothing worth dramatizing, just the particular grind of too much friction in too many directions at once, the kind of week that does not make good copy but costs you something anyway. A significant loss in the family that required me to help plan funerary rites, and restructuring at work that threatens my position.?I have been moving through it the way I move through everything: upright, standard intact, but aware of the weight. Nothing breaks my stride, only I break things that deserve to be remade, but nothing in these uncertain times holds significant comfort for me (currently).?
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What has saved me, genuinely, is the weather.?
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Spring arrived this week with the specific conviction of something that has been waiting a long time to make its point, and I have been stepping outside just to feel it, that clean particular warmth that does not yet carry the heaviness of summer, where the air still has a crispness underneath the heat and everything green looks almost aggressive in its newness. There is something about spring light in the late afternoon that I find quietly restorative in a way I cannot fully articulate. It simply helps. I will take it. The cherry blossoms at the Field Museum are in bloom, and it's an easy walk. Lake Michigan has also been a close held companion, and was still as glass on Thursday. You could scry on her water like a mirror, and the light filtered through the overcast sky as if fingers were reaching out to dip themselves. It felt greedy to take her in, but I am nothing if not hedonistic.?
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And then there was Artemis, splashing down with the kind of elegant finality that makes you remember the world is still capable of extraordinary things on the days it feels most ordinary. Something about watching that capsule meet the water, the culmination of that much human effort and precision and audacity, pulled me briefly out of my own difficult week and into something larger. I needed that more than I expected to.
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The bad days will pass. They always do. I remain steadfast. Someone recently appraised me when I talked about my resiliency : "As the stars stay lighting the sky".?
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For those of you following the story of the weight of three minutes, the continuation posts tomorrow evening. Come back rested.
Tempslave So one idea I have had since I do have an extensive imagination:)
I present a training manual for myself. I don't want to top from the bottom. You'd be in charge. But I want to provide the template. Some things are only on the agenda for a first meeting. But it expands as we go, in choices of things to do and in twisted ways psychologically should you choose to continue having me; things that make the fantasy come real for me but also give you choices of potential activities that will bring me into the world of worshipping you.
Lesson one options
ify me. Spank me. Feed my mouth cock. Cum on me.
A. ify - As you watch me, I get undressed (or dressed a certain way) and pose for you. I am ready with three positions ahead of time unless you choose to direct me. Either way, you are free to tell me how to look better. Tell me to pull open my ass cheeks or position my legs differently or improve my posture so my body looks better. I can walk around for you or hold a position and not move while you look at me or touch me as you like. Could include dress up or tell me to take a shower and watch me. Bondage is up for discussion but some of the poses could be suggestive of ways you would want to tie me.
Should I bounce and be happy and positive to show I am happy to be with you? Should I walk in a way that my butt looks good for you all time?
B. You touch me as you like. I am generally passive on this, my body there for you.
C. Ass play: You tease my ass with your cock (no insertion). Or you stick a finger in me. I don't deserve it yet but you get me wanting it.
D. Verbal abuse. Only ask that it is generic and not personal. That I am just a fucktoy, faggot or cheap whore like any other rather than "you have a weird dick" or funny ears or something (I don't).
D. You spank me. You give me a lesson in being verbal. What phrases do you like? "I love your cock?" "You have a beautiful cock?" Please feed me cock?" "I'm your whore?" Or maybe start simply with a "Yes Sir." I get spanked until I get the phrase right five times before you move on to the next one. Two or three phrases are probably best for me to remember each lesson. These are things I have to say at least once each time I am with you in the future or as you instruct.
Or you spank me. You do not like talk. Just get the point across. Belt. Flogger. Hand.
D. Feed my mouth cock. A long slow lesson or rough. My mouth belongs to you Sir.
E. You jerk and squirt on me to cum. I hold my mouth open if you order but you spill much of it on me so that I can get used to wearing it and can jerk off later with it on me. This is a step in learning to worship your cum. I don't deserve to swallow it yet.
F. There isn't a focus on me cumming (I don't cum easily anyway. I am not easily teased or edged - I last a while in general although I get hard no problem. I am just as likely to get passionate by having your cock in my mouth and being allowed to jack while I suck too). But in this case, you are okay leaving me to be horny and wanting more.
Lesson Two Options
I learn to beg for and worship cock. Maybe you have already started teaching me. But we now know I have missed yours from the last time.
A. If I am lucky, I get to suck your Cock again. You make me beg for it first. I must be eager to get it. And each time your Cock slips out or is taken out of my mouth I must compliment or beg for it saying one of the phrases you have taught me befo
CoolBlackGoddess Orlando continues to have a markedly high number of HIV diagnoses, much like Florida as a whole, and the area is struggling to get care for those who need it, according to newly released analyses of 2021 data.
That year, 618 people in metro Orlando were diagnosed with the human immunodeficiency virus, which can cause AIDS, bringing the total number of HIV-diagnosed people in the metro area to 14,298.
Florida— with 5,000 new cases each year over the last decade — has among the nation’s highest rates of new diagnoses and hasn’t seen much of a decline even as the U.S. saw an 8% decrease over the last 10 years. Orlando’s rate of HIV-positive residents is higher than Florida’s average and almost double the national average, according to data released Nov. 14 on Aidsvu.org, which visualizes HIV’s impact using data from state and city health departments compiled by researchers at the Emory University
Take care of yourself. Don't be a statistic
LadyLaurelin I was here awhile back and left. Hello again.
I propose a power exchange. About me. I am a strong willed woman. I know what I want in life and am patient enough to wait for it. I've been active in this lifestyle for over 18 years. I would describe myself as a firm and demanding, loving sadistic, that delights in pushing her playthings to the point that is just this side of no return. I expect obedience. I give love, kink and a place to belong (kneeling at my feet). The setting. I live in the woods on the river, deep in the heart of a vast and beautiful land. Where the sun rarely sets in the middle of summer and rarely peeks it's head out in the middle of its winter wonderland. The exchange. I want to play with you. To hurt and humiliate you. To tend your wounds and then hurt you some more. At the end of the day I want you curled at my feet with a hot cup of tea in hand while we share witty banter about the days many activities. I also want my dishes done. My floor scrubbed. My door fixed. My garage cleaned. My art room organized. My garden weeded. My front deck built. This could start as a two week vacation or a repeat visit but should end as a lifetime venture. Serious inquiries preferred.
AngelWingsOnly second potenial ending to blend with majority of previous ending
Now exhausted from the day’s events, your precious body quivers, shakes lifelessly, just laying on the faux fur bed, hands still locked together, and your feet still in the spreader bar. Completely war out from the whole day’s events that enfolded all before your eyes. Twelve hours of pleasure, pain, excitement, desires being fulfilled, heightened arousals, your deepest most rooted thoughts brought up to the surface for all to see. Your path of fulfillment was laid out before Me, your strengths, weaknesses, everything was given to Me. Now it’s my turn to reward you.
All your bonds have now been released, first your wrists, then followed by each ankle, and then finally the lock that held you to the chain, that of which held you so dearly still. All that remained was the collar, the collar which now was yours to wear with pride. This was my give / symbol to give to you, that you may now show the world that you are now loved, cherished, desired, taken, cared for, and belong to me. All of that said in a simple fashion of a collar.
The reward, for your ever falling body, that is which, is slipping deeper and deeper into submission of sleep. I place you down, now under the faux blanket; I place you on plush oversized huge pillows at the top of the bed. Silk lined sheets covered with soft rose petals. A warm fire place glowing in the far corner; the corner that which was kept in the dark, hidden from your eyes the whole time. (Slave went and started the fire while I was releasing your bonds.)
My, sweet baby; so sore and sexy, all at the same moment. Looking at you with a new fresh pair of eyes, eyes no longer lusting but has contentment, restful, and happy. I’m proud of what I have done and now own.
Sweetness I have a question for you, “are you truly happy? Am I what you thought I would be? All that you lusted for? Is this what you will forever be able to be? My own, loved forever?”
As you slowly drift away to that sleepless state.
angeldmort him on 8/17/25 at 10:54 AM:
Would you talk to older, retired submissive, man?
him on 10/10/25 at 2:03 PM:
I would love to be captured by you, trained as a slave, and sold into the slave
market to a forceful dominant couple
Me on 10/10/25 at 2:07 PM:
Thats nice. Id love to have applicants for my submission that were actually writing ME,
the human, based on their reading my profile and writings and figuring out our potential c
ompatibilities rather than randos who copy and paste messages to every pretty picture.
him on 10/10/25 at 2:09 PM:
Im sorry maam, but that was direct nothing was copy and pasted. It was just one of my
many fantasies to give up control, but that was an actual message not copy and paste.
him on 10/11/25 at 9:01 AM:
You are very pretty and very powerful
him on 10/11/25 at 2:39 PM:
God, you are beautiful
Me on 10/11/25 at 2:40 PM:
Do I strike you as someone who is susceptible to flattery?
him on 10/11/25 at 2:44 PM:
I only know that you are very attractive to submissive men
him on 10/11/25 at 2:51 PM:
I sincerely apologize if I insulted you
him on 2/6/26 at 10:43 AM:
Would you be interested in dominating a older, white submissive, male wishing to be
trained anyway, that you wish and to be your servant to be used abused, and even
loaned out if that’s what you wish
Me on 2/6/26 at 1:28 PM:
Here's the problem. You are so focused on what you want, that you have yet to bother
to consider what *I* want. You have now written me EIGHT times, yet literally failed to
the one one single thing I asked in the first fucking line of my fucking profile, even after
I EXPLICITLY stated that's something I require. You know - the thing that tells you who I am,
beyond just the "pretty" and "beautiful" picture you seem to obsessed with. You want to be
"trained" and "dominated" but you have already shown yourself to be lazy, self-absorbed,
and utterly unsuitable for anything I might want to use you for.
TheBlaqueQNGodess I am a Black woman, living in Amerikkka. As the result historical, societal, and universal pressures I've developed a power and strength that intrigues, inspires, and intimidates... some of you feel me before you see me. You know who you are ;-)
So what would I need with protection? Do I need protecting? Certainly a woman with my knowledge and experience can handle things herself, right?
Unequivocally, Black women need protection.
Protect Black women.
Malcolm X said it best, "Black women are the most disrespected, unprotected, and neglected in America". And I'll take it a step further, and say we might even be the most disrespected in the world. Why? Because anti-blackness and WS is one of Americas most prolific exports.
Yet, regardless of the prevailing narrative - Black women are beautiful. WE ARE AMAZING. We deserve respect, recognition, resources, regard, and above all SAFETY AND SECURITY.
And the latter is not possible without protection.
Protect Black women.
Yours Truly,
Thee Blaque Queen Goddess
MistressNikkiVixen I had a conversation yesterday that reminded me why I don’t rush access.
Every so often, someone comes along who understands the difference between fantasy… and function.
He didn’t come in with noise, exaggeration, or empty declarations. He understood something much more important, how to exist in both worlds without conflict.
That’s rare.
Because the truth is, this isn’t about cosplay. It’s not about acting out power or performing submission in isolated moments.
It’s about integration.
Taking what exists in this space, structure, direction, awareness, and applying it to real life in a way that actually works. Where it builds something. Where it creates value. Where it makes both people stronger, not dependent.
That’s what most miss.
A real dynamic doesn’t remove you from reality, it refines how you move within it.
And a true leader doesn’t just command… she guides. She shapes. She diraspects with intention so that what stands beside her is not just devoted, but useful, capable, and aligned.
That’s where something meaningful begins.
Not in fantasy.
But in what you can sustain. I think i'll keep him
— Mistress Nikki Vixen aka Goddess
FaBang
I can only be amazed of how this place works.. even after +5 years i was away... new profiles are not added in timely fashion...
Just for example..i made 1 new account to here, without pic ..i got it aproved.. then i added picture.. went 4-5 days..i sent support a message asking what is going on? could i get it approved.. end result account got deleted and nothing works anymore)..
Now.. this is my 2nd new account here.. i put pics and all descriptions in.. i can't do anything else...
been waiting again days for this to get approved but this time i won't be sending support any message..
So if you find me to visit your profile..and even added you as favorite it means i found your profile interesting in some way and i plan to contact you in future :) when i get this thing working.
TotalOwnerforslave Master does not chat with prospective slave property before inspection.
Exception: I will offer a picture of Master and the opportunity to ask limited questions to potential slave property that completely fill out My questionnaire. it may request the opportunity to complete the questionnaire any time after a firm date and time for inspection has been established.
Some slaves may find the questionnaire too invasive. In the process of taking a slave property into My domain I will sooner or later know everything about it. It is just a matter of timing: tell Me now or tell Me later.
Send its email address when requesting questionnaire. I prefer to use email for this exchange.
Reading all the material Master has here on offer will divulge much about what slave may expect as property.
darkshadows2 So many have asked me what my husband cannot give me. After 15 years of him being my Dominant, he has decided to switch and become submissive. No we are NOT looking for a Dominant together, he is looking for his own submissive. No i am not leaving him.
What I am looking for, well You can message me to find out.
Ohh yes my profile says that I am a switch, I am not!
The only reason it still says this is because I tried to change my profile and it said it could take up to 3 months. It did the last time I wanted to change it so I decided to leave it alone.
Thank you for visiting my profile and have a great day.
tabby81 The phone rang, his voice on the line
Hello slut
Hello, Sir she responds.
Cunt aching beneath her belt, craving. Touch... Craving play. Her permission to play has seemed to shifted into teases and torments.
As this evenings task, she must fill her wholes and they are to be locked in place.
As he ended the call his last words - enjoy your torments, girl
She replied thank you, Sir...
It's a very good thing she didn't share her pouts.. they would not have her any good..and if she did... He has the ability to keep adding to her torments... Nope... Thank you Sir, is always a perfect response.
Once the call was completed, she placed her locking tongue gag in her mouth and proceeded to try and accomplish something .. a bit messy and drooling from her gag.
Driving home with her gag in
She comes home from the office, her pants go right into the washer as they were soaked in the scent of her arousal.
She entered the bedroom and already she could smell her arousal feeling the room.
She was Afraid to unlock her belt, as all of the sensations rise to the surface and she's already horny... And not sure how much more she can take... But she will endure.
Sir chose her biggest largest plug that she is still getting accustomed to. She got it in place, and chose to write slut on her on her feet and then placed a cock shaped toy in her cunt.
Sent him a couple pictures, a before and after showing him, the task he set for her has been followed.
Asking to remove the gag for dinner, she practically waddled her way up the stairs to have dinner with the house mate..
Attempting to sit in a kitchen chair, while overly stuffed, was a tricky situation.. each movement.. Different out comes .. some okay.. some were reminder aas to just what a slut she truly is.
After dinner, she returned downstairs, and then proceeded to ask Sir, his preference in which gag to wear, she knew which one he'd choose, and he did... The halter gag.
So this girl is spending the evening with everyone of her wholes filled, everything is locked in place...
The torments of pictures on fet, the ache in her body to be used, the wanting to do something but In ways she's feeling lost... She's not had this experience in a long while...
I'm ways she's pouting not being able to play, though she run her fingers over the belt and the plug.. the tease felt good and she's greatful to not have her wholes empty while she's locked and denied entry.
No idea what's in-store... Not even going to ask.. was hoping to have a weekend of play while him and his girl goes away...
I'm being obedient, doing as tasked... It's been. A quiet night
Verijaa It's baffling why some guys start an email by saying they've read a profile, and immediately make it obvious that they haven't. Or that they have little or no reading comprehension. Do you think we're so stupid we won't notice? You know everybody can tell who has looked at their full profile, right? You can't read all of mine without looking at the full profile, so I KNOW IF YOU HAVEN'T. Not to mention there are things in there placed there specifically to see if it's been read.Do you think there's nothing in there you might need to know? Do you think a dominant just wrote it for fun and it doesn't mean anything? Do you think "getting to know a dominant" might include reading what she writes? Do you think lying about it will make a good impression?If you want to get to know me and maybe serve me some day, the first step is to PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT I SAY. Starting with the profile. The second step is to NEVER LIE. I mean, seriously, this is not rocket science, guys. Anybody past ten years old should be able to figure this stuff out.
WarlockTx Sweet DreamsI want to see loveI want to feel it's touch me softly across face at firstI want to smell love ,the way you smell the gulf before you see itI want to treat it on my dry lips and have it hug my soulI speak of things I know cause I once felt that kind of love A warm day many years ago ,time really don't matter it is just my floating pass, things I can't touch or remember well or just the parts, that make my old world part of my new oneBut love I remember how it left the teat in my lips like salt ,not like one you get from table salt but you get when you eat something that was made with sugar and salt, fist the sweet treat and the the salt that brings you back slowlyI love being in the world where air is lighter and it is hard to keep your feet on the ground , your love songs touch you deeper and food treat better,all of this is because you feel loveYes I do love to feel that nothing can go wrong and maybe she/he feels the same , that they will see brighter colors and the would will seem cleaner , and maybe just maybe the world wants to show it all to you and can act like you're seeing it for the first time.And sometime dreams are all we have, dream it will get better,dream that someone will understand you,dream that people will stop thinking you're a fool, dreams are the one thing we can count on, they will always be there.To us when no one will not, to hug us when we need a hug and to love us no matter what.Clayborne Arno HarrisApr 11, 2019
Ssytgirlber 2/13/23
Hey everyone just wanted to make an update to my profile with this Journal.... My profile pics are from 2017 but I am always willing to send newer ones. Some new developments in my life are:
I am no longer owned cause My old daddy moved away,
I found out I also like being a sissy baby but if your not into thats okay Its not something I have to do.
I also am willing to relocate!
So if you are looking for a prissy sissy slut like me msg me.
Thanks for reading this,
Love Sissy Amber
luv2likU Hi all,
I know hardly anybody reads these but here goes.
I'm an old biker, still ride. I smoke and drink, and if that puts you off then there isn't much point in reading further, cos I'm not changing in any hurry.
I'm recently retired and have lots of free time on my hands. After 50 years of working it means I am getting bored a lot. So I'm looking for ways to make life more interesting. Any suggestions considered.
Although I'm 67 now I'm still young at heart. 6'2", 12st, shaved head and long beard, usually dyed a daft colour. Currently green and blue.
If anything about me intersts you feel free to message. Suggestions and questions welcome. Manners essential.
If you managed to read this far, well done.
TulipGrace Time to clarify a few things, I guess. I wrote something to help clarify an age bracket I am interested in and why… but I guess on a sit like this I need to narrow it down a little further.
IF you were born with two X chromosomes, i.e. what the human race once called female… I have zero interest in dating you. If you live your life proud of those two X chromosomes we can be good friends!
IF you were born with one X and one Y chromosome, i.e. what the human race once called male…
AND you live your life proudly as a fully blooded man,
AND you are local,
AND you are not married,
OR living with someone,
OR have a LTR significant other,
AND you are gainfully employed (or independently wealthy and thus not needing employment)
AND you have a residence (your mothers basement and brothers-in-laws garage do not count)
AND you have transportation (Public electric scooters do not count)
AND you like to chant Let’s Go BRANDON!…
THEN, you have made it through the initial screening process and we can start chatting…
IF you have rainbows for anything other than the promise of God on your profile… you should probably not contact me.
IF you like to wag your hand when you talk for reasons other than being Italian, you should probably not contact me.
IF you have to practice speaking in high pitches, you should probably not contact me.
IF you have to decide between apples and socks in your bra, you should probably not contact me (Unless the cause is cancer related)
IF you need a tuck it bathing suit, you should probably not contact me.
IF you have two XX chromosomes and look like a cancer patient for no reason, you should probably not contact me.
IF you have a Y Chromosome and wear makeup and are not an actor or news anchor, you should probably not contact me.
IF you are a bottom, realize you can contact me, but it will be friends only. (Same for most switches)
IF you are far away, it is pretty pointless to contact me.
I can keep going but I am getting bored and if this doesn’t get the point across I don’t’ know what will.
Oh and if you want to friend me… I am flattered… but maybe try speaking to me? I am not a check mark to tally up on your friends list, actually make a friend of me. Like a box pops up and asks you, do you know this person, are they a friend, and you click yes, and you haven’t read my profile, or spoken to me… and I am supposed to agree, and say, oh yeah, that imbecile is my buddy! Yeah, nope. I only bite if you like it…
Bombo10 October 2024: Residing in AZ Tempe area
Wow, two years off this site. Still hasn’t had any upgrades haha.
Quick updates. Health is healthy. All testing up to date as of Oct. 11th 2024. Negative and clean bill of health.
Life updates:
I worked as a caregiver and in hospice and they have all passed on. Did their funerals as well, no family.
No longer wish to continue health care. Got into the Trades. Got an offer out in AZ and leaving CA in a month or two. Good 2nd career path and I’m happy to be in a new state with a good feeling of newness. I can’t wait for my first Monsoon and AZ heatwave.
Paid off every debt and loan I owed. Paid my new car out in full. Have a good start thanks to savings.
Baronsoy The desire to be dominated
It's perfectly normal for men and women immersed in BDSM to have specific desires and fantasies, such as the desire to be dominated. The lifestyle encompasses a wide range of activities and dynamics, and it's essential to communicate openly and honestly with your partner(s) to ensure that everyone involved is comfortable and consents to the activities taking place.
In the realm of the BDSM lifestyle, communication and consent are paramount. Before engaging in any routine activities, it's crucial to have a conversation with your partner about your desires, boundaries, and limits. Establishing a safe word is also essential to ensure both parties can stop the activities if necessary.
Remember that BDSM should always be safe, sane, and consensual. It's essential to prioritize the safety and well-being of all involved parties. If you're new to the lifestyle or have specific questions or concerns, it's a good idea to seek out resources and educational materials, or even consider attending workshops or discussions within the BDSM community.
Ultimately, your interests and desires in the lifestyle are personal, and as long as they are consensual and safe, it's a valid aspect of your sexuality. It's essential to find like-minded persons who can share your interests and engage in these activities with respect and understanding.
If you have any specific questions or need advice concerning our lifestyle topics or anything else related to your interests, feel free to ask. I'm here to provide information and guidance based on your preferences.
MzRaine A new entry is long overdue, so I'm glad they have finally brought back the journal feature. So... why am I still here if I'm not actively looking for a sub right now? Well, I've gone through many periods where I simply have too much going on or get frustrated or simply lack the desire for sessions. But it always comes back around. And there are a few people around here I converse with, so that's also why I keep my profile active instead of hiding it. But keep in mind that this doesn't mean I want to hear from anyone who hopes I'll keep them in mind for when I do want to meet subs again. I'm not keeping a list and I delete the majority of messages I receive.
KnowshisplaceNw lover of sparkles of the heart ✨ ✨✨ I am a sub. I feel beautiful when I submit to a Woman and am watched as my breathing, my sweat and eyes are given to You. The release i feel when She allows me to let Her take over. I want someone who willingly takes “control” in the most vulnerable of situations because it meets both of our needs. I do not want to feel abused that i offer control of me. I value and respect it. True submission requires trust, honesty, communication and patience. Do I want to ALWAYS give up control? No, I don’t. I am interested in an ongoing relationship with ONE person. I am not intimate with people I am not in a committed relationship with. I am however curious about developing a relationship that is Female led. I know that what I want is definitely out of the norm, but I seek someone I can connect on an emotional, psychological and physical level. There is nothing more erotic in my opinion than being with someone who I care about deeply and vice versa. I want to be kinky with my significant other in the bedroom. But I want MORE. I want to watch movies with Her and talk to her about life. I want to cook together, snuggle and have tea in the morning. I want to go on trips and have a relationship. I am a kind hearted person who genuinely cares about people. I often invest myself too quickly in someone, thinking that the feelings are mutual. I am looking for a real LTR, monogamy, love in all its forms. Ultimately I want to get married and have children.
LePhont So I suppose I should expand upon what we are seeking so as not to waste anyone's time.
I am absolutely not a Dom or even a switch, not really. Not in kink and not in life. But I am looking for a submissive. Who will let me have my way with them like a spoiled child. I want someone so wrapped around my fingers that even though there really aren't any consequences I can give them, and that even though they could over power me or outsmart me they choose not to they choose every second of their submission wholely over and over again. No matter what I am doing to them they choose me as their princess.
A submissive daddy type if you will. And daddys arent controlled with fear and pain and neglect but with love and attention and sweet words...and other tantalizing treats.
I feel this is the type of relationship Westley and Buttercup had. Lol.
Ok I am sure I have done a not so stellar job explaining this but hopefully a bit better then before.
Be well everyone.
As always curious friends are always welcome as well.
AKRONOHIOMAN June 2, 2025 - Pennsylvania red came by today.
He has been here many times before, so he knew to come into the garage where he stripped in back of the garage and put his clothing in a plastic milk carton with a written sign that says “Worthless Pieces of Human flesh are to put their clothing here before entering.”
For the first time, I had placed wrist and ankle restraints in the clothing box before his arrival. I had no written instructions, I had not told him I was going to be doing it, it was a completely new thing for him to see. I knew he would understand what I wanted him to do. And, as expected, he came in naked WITH the restraints on. It was just another level of humiliation I was putting him through.
We went upstairs and I told him I needed a blow job. I laid back on my bed, and he got up all fours with his ass to my right. He knows from previous visits that I love to play with his ass with my fingers as he is sucking my cock. As he was sucking, I put a bit of lube on my fingers and shoved them in his ass. I started with one finger, but soon I was shoving three fingers into him. He started out super tight, but I was quickly loosening his hole.
I started spanking with my hand. Not only did I spank both of his butt cheeks, but I was concentrating smacking the actual crack of his ass. Something about smacking his HOLE is a real turn on. This went on for about 15 mins, including wrapping my leg around his neck pulling him down onto my cock until he was choking, holding him there until I though he was about to vomit.
When I knew his mouth, jaws and throat were on fire from the session, I told him to get up on all fours with his ass at the bottom of the bed. I started with my fingers and lots of lube. I removed my fingers and replaced them with a long bumpy toy. I pushed it deep in his ass hoping he took the time to clean out properly. I was not disappointed. I fucked him with the toy for a while as I played with my cock with my free hand. Occasionally I would pull and tug on his balls.
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PaBiSub My new kink is a Daddy - boy relationship, I came across these rules and...yes please! I need a Daddy!
boy should understand and acknowledge that Daddy ALWAYS knows what is best.
Daddy's judgement is all that matters, not boy's. boy will always remember his place.
boy risks discipline if he does not do as he is told without delay or argument.
Little boys get no privacy from Daddy anytime, anywhere, and in any situation.
boy will not orgasm without permission, EVER.
boy will be treated as the age that Daddy feels boy is acting.
Discipline will generally consist of an otk spanking but boy understands that he may be disciplined at any time and in any way that Daddy feels is necessary, including the belt, paddle, bondage, denial of orgasm, etc.
Discipline will also be administered as a general way of ensuring that boy remembers his place even if he feels that he hasn't done anything to earn it.
boy will ALWAYS remain naked and exposed (either fully naked or from the waist down and wearing a cute little boy t-shirt) in Daddy's presence. boy may ask to wear socks if he is cold, but Daddy makes the final decision. Daddy may hold boy in his arms to provide warmth if he feels that boy deserves it.
If Daddy takes boy for a car ride, boy will immediately strip from the waist down once the door is closed. boy may also be told to play with his pussy or expose himself to other drivers and pedestrians.
boy will stay exposed regardless of whomever is present including daddy's friends, neighbors, housekeepers, pizza delivery boys, etc.
boy may not cover his genitals or pussy with his hands or another object at any time.
boy may be told to position himself and present any part of his body to Daddy or others for their enjoyment or inspection including his penis, balls, pussy, etc.
boy may be told to play with any part of his body for the enjoyment of others including masterbation, insertion of objaspects or toys into his pussy or mouth, etc.
Daddy may allow boy to wear clothing when they go out in public to avoid legal issues but Daddy will choose the outfits.
When they are not together, Daddy may require that boy wear/not wear specific items of clothing, plugs, toys, nipple clamps, etc.
Daddy may have boy service friends and other men as he sees fit (see Daddy's responsibilities below). boy will do his best to please these men to make Daddy proud and not embarrass him.
boy can set reasonable limits, but they must be discussed and agreed upon beforehand, boy should not make any assumptions.
Daddy may push boy's limits when he feels boy is ready, but this will be done slowly. boy must trust Daddy's judgement.
[IMPORTANT] The boy does have the ability to say no to any order or end any activity at any time BUT he should understand that doing this means that the boy is communicating his distrust of Daddy so he should be sure that he cannot continue.
ALWAYS REMBER RULE #1
Menewa Tonight
Im sitting here typing remembering the past.This used to be my main life.It was not on fetlife but another bdsm site. Hours turned into years as I sat and waited for my first Master. . It was more than online but He kept me online . I was trained to wait. He was a Dragon.There have been other Dragons. They seem to find me or me find them. I rarely drink but I'm drinking and I'm in a mood but Im not drunk. I need to back up and say at least they name themselves Dragon. I have my own ideas of what Dragons really are. Im not being disrespectful. I just need to get things out before I explode.
One is hardly ever here online. One does write and I want to write back and say more but I just cant. Im just going through so much stuff. I start therapy tomorrow. Yay * sarcastic tone* a vanilla therapist trying to help me with relationships etc when I know that they will have no fucking idea what bdsm really is.
Accalia My best friend has self terminated on Jan 26.I have always been one to put my best face forward, but I am not sure how I am going to be able to do that in the days to come. I had no warning, and I cannot understand why he has not reached out to me. To talk to me. I feel that if he had reached out to me I'd have talked him back from the ledge. I was supposed to buy him a beer when I saw him next, and him to buy me one in return. We were supposed to talk about the old days. Is this what growing old is? To take all thsoe who you love, and those who love you in return? If so, I do not want to grow any older. I am done. I'd rather sleep a thousand years and hope that the passage of time deadens the pain in my heart. I am in my 40's and should not feel this pain. I should not be feeling this pain. I feel it is too soon. Family.... I get it.... but my brothers in arms.... It's too soon.
BarbieBurns I used to think hrt pellets was not really viable
I think they are a brilliant tool for forced feminisation if there is to be no games.
I used AI to inform me, us. It’s also given Master some serious ‘weapons’
Pallets offer several advantages over patches or injections for MtF hormone therapy, providing steady hormone release for 3-6 months with minimal daily effort.[medicalnewstoday +2] Steady Delivery Pellets dissolve gradually under the skin, delivering consistent estradiol levels directly into the bloodstream without the peaks/troughs of injections (which fluctuate weekly) or patches (which can detach or vary with skin absorption).
This mimics natural hormone production, potentially leading to smoother feminizing effaspects like fat redistribution and mood stability.[alluremedical +3] Convenience and Compliance
No daily patches to apply/change or weekly/biweekly injections— just a quick in-office insertion every few months, improving adherence for long-term therapy. Users often report preferring pellets for this set-it-and-forget-it approach over messier gels or adhesive issues with patches.[queerdoc +2]
Additional Benefits Bypasses liver processing (unlike pills), may enhance energy, libido, and bone protection with fewer applications overall. Note: Pellets are often compounded (off-label for estrogen HRT), so monitor levels with a specialist.
One key advantage of estrogen pellets is that once implanted, they continuously release hormones without interruption, essentially putting feminizing effaspects on “auto pilot.”
This means the therapy works steadily and reliably without daily effort or forgetting doses. Even if you wanted to stop temporarily, the hormone release will continue until the pellet naturally dissolves over months, ensuring consistent feminization throughout that period. This steady, long-term commitment can bring peace of mind for those seeking a smooth, hands-off approach to hormone therapy.
Over the first 6 months after estrogen pellet insertion in MtF hormone therapy, feminizing changes unfold gradually as the pellet releases hormones steadily (about 1/3 in month 1, tapering over time).[pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih +1] Months 1-3 Skin softens and becomes less oily within 3-6 weeks; breast buds/tenderness emerge by 2-6 weeks. Emotional shifts, reduced erections/ejaculation, decreased libido, and subtle mood improvements often start in 1-3 months, with early fat redistribution to hips/thighs.[transcare.ucsf +2]
Months 4-6 Breast growth continues (typically A-small B cup max for post-puberty starters); muscle mass decreases for a softer appearance; testicular atrophy and slower body/facial hair growth become noticeable. Monitor blood levels at 4-6 weeks for adjustments, as full early effaspects peak by month 6.
Using a chastity device alongside estrogen pellets in MtF HRT could accelerate permanent erectile dysfunction (ED) outcomes by preventing erections, leading to faster penile disuse atrophy and fibrosis from lack of blood flow and tissue oxygenation.[cagechastity +1] Mechanism HRT already reduces spontaneous erections; a well-fitted chastity cage b
Mistresscrystal3 REPOST FROM JUNE 1ST
LET ME MAKE THIS VERY CLEAR!!!!!
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP!!
I AM NOT INTO THE SISSY ect OF THIS. I ALREADY HAVE ONE AND ONE IS ENOUGH.
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE OUTSIDE OF MICHIGAN!!!
I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE OLDER THAN 40 YEARS OLD!!!
THESE ARE NOT OPEN TO DEBATE!!!
subbylogic Didn't get through a little challenge called LockTober... it's a fun excuse for for people into chastity to go a month without an erection or jerking off... if you're into the fetish it's like Jack Skeleton discovering Christmas Town for the first time...
I lasted like 2 weeks.
But my friend is dope, and after communicating (she's also an ex) boundries, she turned around and was like, "Now about your pennence..." And I basically agreed to be her slave for a month.
She had me jacking off everyday, picking out girly clothes, but then made me stop all orgasms 😨, and start wearing the underwear and etc., November 1st... on top of locking me back into a chastity cage full-time. I know it's a weird fetish... but omg.
She knows me well, she's trans, and she knows how to make me really like her form of domination. Chastity just MAKES me so damned subby, and girly, and slutty, and over the moon kinky. Words don't convey the feels... the lustful horny cravings are unbearably intense at first.
But it calms down, and you get kinda gentled..
I woke up yesterday and feeling in my heart she was honestly becoming my domme again. She's long distance and has her own primary relationship (I love being poly) so I'm starting to look for munches and make local friends in the lifestyle.
Oh I wanted to explain the pictures I'm uploading... *edit I'll upload photos later when I can allow my profile to go into 'validating' mode for a few days.*
My KH sent me another package, and it steps up the feminization a bit.
We kinda renew our arrangement, for another week, every Friday.
She's like, "Do you want to stay locked up for another week Kitten?" And at this point I'm just plainly honest, "Yes please, I'd like that very much."Then she'll somethng like, "Good boy."And I kinda just melt 🥰.
Anyways, it helps this little anxious commitaphobe from getting nervous. = )
Deeply Hi
Some people have said I send them cut and paste because of the way I write. I write everything new, personally to each person.One person I wrote to 3 times accused me of being a scammer-fake because I only wrote about myself in the third message, whereas the previous two had been about why she appealed to me and why I felt we might fit well. Then she blocked me. Stop judging me as if I am another carbon copy of some one dimensional person you once knew or have heard about.I may not be the ideal dominant for you, I may say things in a way that seems odd or offensive, but maybe it is only a matter of interpretation of static written messages.
I am Here on Collarspace because I seek a special woman to share a long-term life with. As I sincerely intend to live that life neither being deceitful or offensive will achieve my goal.So be genuine, sincere, honest and able to communicate in a meaningful mannerMy desire to hear your voice and see your face is not about photo collecting (the web has millions of photos of women in all state of dressed and undressed if I wanted that) or harassing you.When you speak to a person face to face you already have given him more information about you and he has a better opportunity to threaten your peaceful life. Why interpret my desire for more personal interaction as evil when humans are made to understand and assess people with voice inflection, visual clues of facial expression and body language?Yes there Are real evil shits in the world, some on this site no doubt. You meet sociopaths, psychopaths and other 'people' with incomplete minds and souls all the time and actually invite them into your life.Yet you take offense when I suggest that after positive written conversation we progress to voice and visual?
I seek a real life, unequal power relationship. Simple concept. It has to be mutually beneficial or the woman cannot feel free to share all of herself with me.
tarasouth September 2025 Update
Well, what to update on? I've had precious little innteresting contact on this site for a while. I did have some medical issues toward the end of last year from which I am now recovering. I was in a relationship where the partner in question appears to have ghosted me. I guess that makes me single once again? I havent heard from him in over 6 months after all. To me, I'm single even if neither of us spoke the words 'we're broken up'.
I've maintained my chastity now since March 2020. I don't think i could live without it. I too, still regularly practice submissive poses, exercises, and enjoy self bondage sessions in lieu of a dominant.
My transition has been a drawn out process due to my illness earlier this year. I do take hormone treatments, and keep myself with long hair, and shaved below the top of my head. I dress as femme all day every day. I love as a woman every day. However, bottom surgery has not yet been approved for me. The psychiatrist I had lined up to provide my second medical declartion rejected it back in January, meaning I've been fighting both an illness and the NHS since then to get the documents and reports I need for my GRC. If you know what that means, you'll know the frustration. If you don't let me simplify it. I've been living as a woman now for nearly four years, but I can't have that legally recognised just yet because of paperwork.
If you want someone who is submissive and loyal, I am that. However, be warned that though I intend to undergo bottom surgery, that is still a little while away for me.
CarpeEros While I've got an idea or two, anyone care to suggest the meaning of " G-spot Service" in preferences? First I read a Journal by a (sub,iirc)woman expressing her frustration that CollarSpace literally removed two of her old prefs (one preferrence, one anti-pref) and replaced them with two new phrases, one of which was G-spot...(can't recall the other).
Now randomly found a profile listing it in dislikes.
My own theory ;) is that: "G-spot service" refers to Machine Learning, or an AI, which finds a spare Spot at the parking *Garage*, finds that Garage-spot for you automatically, and automatically parks your car.
Thus those who think it has to do with the female anatomy, and that P-Spot service for the male prostate is the analog, are WRONG..."P-Spot service" means the same thing, only phrased differently: The AI finds you a "P" or "Parking" spot.
If you haven't figured out this is very dry humor, yes, I *am* kidding!
On a serious note though -- surely vanilla wives, neither submissive nor dominant, massage their male partner's prostate sometimes, so surely G-spot "service" should be BDSM-neutral too.
Heck just plain old fashioned cunnilingus can be used by a male Dom on a female sub (while rare, I've even seen a couple Domme profiles on how she uses blowjobs to control/make male sub beg etc) but is some more narrow view intending "G spot service" in people's prefs to mean only subs to Dommes? The term "service" would appear to suggest that.
Needless to say, CS just changing words on all profiles is not nice. That's after a while ago, changing all "bi" to "pan" (I've heard of the term but still found it funny seeing it overnight be so so common; I don't even drink, but ended up laughing pretty hard, imaging it means, "I'm into drinking Pan galactic gargle blaster drinks" -- Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference, btw)
In CS's defense, they might be short on funds/hours, and it's true that software change can be hard, if one wants to add an option, instead of renaming an existing one. Still, I hope they are more careful in the future. Heck even give us a Poll and if you're worries we'll go all Torches and Pitchforks on you, CS, make it so we can't see the results but you'll at least get the "pulse" of CS users on which ways to tweak software we're for/against/neutral.
OTOH, most of the universe is cold, cold, empty space and with current technology, can't support human life, so we're still pretty lucky to be alive on this small but beautifully inhabitable planet..
Let's try not to F it up, or at least let's slow down how rapidly we F it up though, ok?
ProTkal I am building a House, an organization for many slaves, many. I offer a concept that is foreign to most, because most seek that one-on-one dynamic. As a result, not all but many flounder for years looking for the 'one'.What is offered is a home to those that cannot find the 'one' or no longer feel life must only be about the the 'one'. With this opportunity comes the offer of being able to call one 'Master', to fill that need, as they enjoy the larger chance to be part of something more than being alone within itself.Can I be a great Master to one? Definitely. It is very pleasing.But, I wish to be more, and more than just to one.I am trying to offer more to more, a home to many.Some would rather remain alone. I respect that.This is not for them. I offer something in lieu of nothing.More than that. I offer something for their 'one' and themselves, if they are so inclined.More than that, I offer community to the M/s community.A chance to be more, much more than just being alone or a couple.A opportunity to grow more than just themselves, to grow their world around them as they grow.To do that one must consider broadening, not limiting ones' possibilities.Master would love to see all grow with Master and the others in the House, as all enjoy the process of growth, of being more of what one seeks. To self-actualize both the light and darkness within.
LondonTriangle I am thankful I am not one of thoose.
I am not going to complain about fake profiles as I have met a couple of genuine men.
Once you get to the actual face to face level you have another hurdle, discovering they are not quite right.
The German - great with phone sex, seemed perfect over the phone and video chats. In person cheapskate and I mean real cheapskate.
The Greek, weird intro photos, nice on a first date was actually nearly a dream, however first overnight stay, which for reasons unknow was a favour - Jesus christ, turns up with a fish tank style anti-snoring machine and can't buy condoms that fit and leaves me to deal with the quick trip the pharmacy to have that awkward conversation over the counter. Not to mention brings Aldi food but expected STEAK for my turn to get ingredients even though he offered he stays with me he gets the food in. Ladies you have that one because I don't want him. Recommend for first date only.
I will aim for one gentlemen who appears to be a thrill seeker.
but I will be blunt. I am looking for a solvent, well endowed, Single, large cocked, kinky gentlemen.
islanddaddy Here it is years later and still the same guys looking for the same old thing. While I don't mind the admiration from those who contact me, it seems like all they want is to be dominated and used sexually.
When I ask them what else can they offer, all I get is the usual.
"I'm a great cocksucker."
"I'll take your hands up my ass anyday."
"I'm great at house cleaning"
YADDA YADDA YADDA!!!
If all you're going to offer me is a piece of meat, than no thanks.
Do you have a brain? Can you understand big words and know how to use them? Can you put a sentence together without a lot of ums and uhhs?
Do you know what's going on in the world?
So if you're a box of rocks, with not a brain cell in your head, move on move on.
And here I am....still looking.
Sigh!
Looking4boy2own one word: DEVISTATED!
my recent Echocardiogram came back worse than expected I went down the slope as opposed to climbing... I'm wrecked and not happy about it, understandably... It's almost back to where it was when the condition was caught and I was hospitalized... so NOT GOOD !!!
it feels like all the work I have done has been for nothing and I feel defeated... having a terminal condition sucks...
Some good news though, looks like my record shop will be a reality sooner than later, I got all my LLC etc filed and done so, look at me trying this adulting thing! lol This I am excited about!
CosmicCunt Ladies...You are welcome and encouraged to apply if you are honest and can obey. This is a real home and a safe harbor. I am not personally interested in women sexually, however I am not entirely adverse to the idea of shared intimacy with time. Mainly, women have entirely unique qualities they bring to a home and to service which I can and do appreciate. I respond well to women who are straightforward and even a bit tomboyish.
On another note....
Some of you gents are real doozies. The up side is that this has made way for some amazing men to move front and center. You know who you are - you delight Me and inspire Me and your supportive nature and devotion make all the difference to Me and inturn to Mum. Thank you.
Further....
I see a foot slave...toilet slave...a humiliation slave, lets get real for a moment. While I appreciate you all have your specialties and preferences, I have to wonder where are all the administrative slaves, the bookkeeping slaves, and refinishing slaves? lol I'm looking for My own personal TEAM!
Trust in Me when I say, you will be a creative lot and busy busy bees!
MistressMaguire The stick shift was prominent and imposing.
He knew what to do and eased it into gear.
She sat turned towards him.
With her left hand she softly gripped the back of his neck.
With her right hand she started to unbutton his shirt.
Her attitude and demeanor softened as she directed him to drive off into the night.
Not given an address, turns we’re made on her instructions.
Right here, left there at the next light.
After what seemed like an eternity he was instructed to pull up a ramp to a townhouse garage and as if by magic the garage door opened and closed behind them.
Mindful of carbon monoxide, he shut off the motor.
The two sat for a moment in the dark both the garage door light and the interior dome lights having timed out.
Her left hand now gripped the back of his neck firmly with authority and she made her demands.
She told him he had a choice.
He had to decide immediately.
Get out and leave. Walk away and forget tonight ever happened, or go around and open her door with the understanding that he was surrendering his will and body to her.
He stuttered, fumbled his words and choked out an acceptance of her demands.
The door opened, he helped her to her feet and she produced a latch key.
From a cabinet hung on the garage wall she retrieved a black leather hood. She ordered him to put it over his head.
Once in place, he realized it eye holes were covered and a rubber mouth piece similar to a scuba diving hose was forced into his mouth.
She laced it tightly and he heard a lock click around his neck.
Swiftly she slid off both his jacket and shirt together.
Bare chested he felt the chill of the room as she pulled his wrists behind his back and heard the handcuffs ratchet closed.
She put her hands around him from behind and fondled his breasts and pinched his nipples.
A low grunt escaped through the mouth piece.
He could breathe freely by nose and mouth through openings designed for that purpose.
TulipGrace Yes, age is just a number. My husband was 12 years older than me, so it is a number that had never really bothered me. That being said... Age is a real thing. We all have baggage and being a widow is (just some) of mine. You will have to accept I am not a divorcee, I will always speak lovingly of my past husband as he is not an "ex" and I have experienced a decade of being a caretaker for an older man. That season of life is done. This is my season to be cared for. Call me selfish, call my bias, call me whatever... but this is the baggage I carry, these are my scars. I am truly grateful for all the mail I have gotten from the 60+ something crowd... but I can be nothng but honest and say, it isn't going anywhere, no matter how great we get along... Age IS more than just a number... It is deteroration of your kidney's, and heart, and liver. It is break down of your joints, it is restless legs, and trouble with the lungs... I am glad you eat great and hit the gym every day... that right there makes us total opposites for the vanilla side of life...
TeaMenthe On Silk and Steel
There is something about heels that shifts my spine the moment I slide them on.
It is not the height, though the added inches are delicious. It is alignment. The tilt of the hips. The deliberate pace required with each step. Heels demand intention. They refuse clumsiness. They create presence before I even speak.
Hosiery is quieter, but no less powerful.
Silk against skin feels like a secret. A whisper beneath the surface. It softens the line of muscle and bone, yet it also sharpens awareness. Every movement becomes intentional because I can feel it: the glide, the stretch, the faint resistance at the back of the knee when I cross my legs.
As a Domme, I have always loved that juxtaposition. Silk and steel. Leather and velvet.
Silk is control wrapped in elegance. Steel is the structure beneath it, the unseen spine that holds everything upright. Leather is command. It does not apologize. It creaks softly when I move, announcing authority in texture alone. Velvet absorbs light. It deepens shadows. It invites touch while denying access.
There is power in contrast.
A stiletto heel pressing into hardwood floors, sharp and decisive, while sheer hosiery catches the glow of lamplight. The world sees glamour. They see polish. What they do not see is the discipline underneath it. Steel in the mind. Leather in the posture. Velvet in the voice when I choose.
I love the ritual of dressing for authority. Selecting the pair of stockings that smooth and sculpt. Choosing heels that force my stride into something measured and unhurried. The act itself becomes preparation, armor made beautiful, intention made wearable.
Dominance does not have to shout.
Sometimes it is the softness of silk paired with the certainty of steel. Sometimes it is velvet brushing against skin while leather encircles a wrist. The interplay is what makes it intoxicating: strength wrapped in refinement, command dressed in the most elegant thing in the room.
I do not dominate because I am hard.
I dominate because I understand contrast.
And there is nothing more striking than elegance paired with absolute control.
quirkylittle4daddy Juxtaposition: A Simple Truth for Some, an Impossible Puzzle for Others
This post is going to be stylized a bit differently from my others because I have to use my natural learning and life skills here. I’m naturally an auditory learner, which means I process the world through sound, music, voice notes, and talk-to-text. The world is mostly designed for people who process through reading and typing, but this is a much more nuanced conversation, so I’m using talk-to-text to work through it. I’ll be editing as I go because the point of this is for others to understand what I’m saying. If I were just journaling for myself, I’d keep it internal, but I feel like this is something important for the collective that needs to be shared.
As this message has been brewing in my head, I’ve felt an internal pull stronger than usual. Everything I talk about is controversial to people outside of these conversations, but this one might even cause a split within the community—those who are involved in submission and dominance, particularly in a lifestyle or spiritual sense. There are a few ways this could go, and I’m aware of that.
There aren’t many women who are naturally wired for this kind of dynamic. You’ll see some who know, without needing to look it up, that they’re born with a mindset geared towards service, nurturing, honor, and worship—not as a duty, but because they see the divinity in others. They have a deep sense of care, even when hurt or upset, and they hold on to that unless a line is crossed. When that happens, sure, all bets are off. But in the natural ebb and flow of relationships, they hold a deeper understanding of the bigger picture.
Some of us are just born with a slavery mindset in relationships. I know that sounds intense, but it’s true. Of course, how that looks varies between individuals, but it’s a fundamental orientation. For some, like me, this manifests as a 'little girl' mentality within a servitude dynamic. And even that is rare. Most people associate service with traditional roles like being a housewife, but it’s more than that. It’s about attention, effort, care, patience, receptivity—seeing the other person’s needs and deferring your own preferences because you understand the give and take, the bigger picture.
The thing is, people often don’t recognize that level of care as service. They take it for granted, especially in vanilla relationships. But for people like me, the ones who orient this way, it’s second nature. And when we have conversations like this, it feels like we’re saying the same thing over and over because, honestly, we are. People write books on this, give workshops, travel the world to talk about it. None of this is new or unique to me. But what I do know is that we, the ones who truly live this dynamic, are in the minority.
Even in the lifestyle community, where you’d expect people to understand this more deeply, there’s still a divide. Some just play or role-play, and they don’t get it. And then there are dominants or submissives who think they want this level of intensity, but when they experience it, it’s too much. They didn’t realize how much work it actually requires. They didn’t know that being with someone who is always in that mindset—who is a slave at their core—would challenge them in ways they weren’t prepared for.
And that’s the juxtaposition I’m talking about. People think they want this dynamic, but once they experience it, they realize it’s not what they expected. It either deepens them or makes them realize they’re not capable of holding what they thought they wanted.
The smaller conversation I want to have revolves around the part of surrender that comes with letting go of certain expectations, such as: "He doesn't respect me because this is what I'm used to," or "If he's not willing to meet me halfway, then he isn't serious about this," or even, "I need him to communicate a certain way, or else it's just not right."
This kind of thinking stems from a need to hold onto something—be it a method of communication, an idea of respect, or even just a preference for how things should flow. But true surrender, especially in the context of power exchange, involves letting go of programming and societal constraints. It's about asking yourself, "Is this truly a need, or is this a want disguised as a need?" For those who are naturally oriented towards deeper levels of service and submission, there’s a realization that much of what we think we need in relationships is not a necessity. Instead, it's a projection of previous experiences, of societal conditioning.
What I've found, especially in lifestyle relationships, is that many people claim to live 24/7 dynamics or say they are 'lifestyle' D/s, but there’s a vast difference between identifying with that and actually doing the internal work required to embody it fully. This work doesn't come from hopping from one relationship to another or from constantly seeking physical experiences. Instead, it starts internally. It’s an emotional, mental, and spiritual journey before it becomes a physical reality.
I've seen this disconnect repeatedly in the community—people who are drawn to play parties or physical acts but haven't done the internal work to match the energy they’re trying to manifest. Yes, play parties, toys, tools, and skills are exciting, but for those who live the lifestyle, the real work begins deep within. For those of us who are spiritual, it starts even before that, on a soul level, and then trickles down into emotional, mental, and finally physical realms.
What many in the lifestyle don’t realize is that physicality—sexuality, play, and even basic physical touch—is something that can be improved and refined. There are sex educators, workshops, and so many tools to practice and elevate physical aspaspects. But you can't fix a fractured mindset, a shaky spiritual foundation, or a disconnected emotional core by just improving the physical. If you're starting out rocky in those deeper levels, you'll never
Madametanya What I have learned from messaging with Slave Masters who actually know the proper techniques for taking a person and transitioning them into a submissive, gay, loyal slave who is happy in it's new life of slavedom and has no thoughts or regrets for leaving it's previous life of freedom to domestically and sexually serve and service a Master as owned property. The Slave Master who knows how to dehumanize the slave-to-be uses sensory deprivation, hoods, and calculated pain with restraints and whippings and ass spankings to break the potential slave with feelings of hopelessness until the slave yearns for Master to teach it to be happy with calculated release from the pain ect and slave learns Master's Routine and Protocol. Once Master has made slave aware of it's postion to it's Master, then Master can begin Training slave to be a slave. slave now willingly accepts it owes it's care and existence to it's Master. slave is kept restrained but is not like a prisoner in jail or like when the Roman Empire took captured soldiers as slaves and treated them brutally. . The slave slowly learns it's function is to work to please and pleasure it's Master. slave will even learn to thank it's Master for the periodic whippings and ass spankings by sucking and servicing Master's Dominant Cock after each Whipping and Ass Spanking as a sign Master is pleased to have a loyal slave.
Pegstresss Guess What?
You've been rejected.
No long explanations. No closure. No friendship offers. No “maybe later.” Just a big, bold, unapologetic NO.
And don’t worry...I won’t block you. Blocking would imply I need peace from you. But I don’t. I want you to sit in the front row for my rise.
I want you to watch me glow, knowing full well you’ll never touch it. I want you tormented by the fact that someone like me was once within reach, but now I'm a constellation you’ll never map again.
Consider this my final gift to you:
A lifetime subscription to spectator status.
Enjoy the show, peasant. This is my FUCK YOU à la mode
topped with success and served cold.
As a sadist this really tickles my soul and warms my heart!
breastfeedingboy Here is the more detailed version of my "about me":
It took me a while to settle in on using the name “breastfeedingboy”. I went through several other possibilities first. But I’ll explain that a bit.
First ... you could say I’m very “mouthy”. Because that’s what I do. I use my mouth. But more in that in a bit. LOL
I am in my 40s, live in the southeastern part of Pennsylvania. I’m not married and I have no kids. I am a straight guy with a steady job, a love for soup and steak and football.
Now ... I have a strong jaw and am “mouthy” because I enjoy ...
Breastfeeding, whether dry or otherwise. If breastfeeding is something you crave having done to you, I am your titty boy. Not just for a few minutes, but however long you desire. Make me nurse you for hours. I will keep up.
Cunnilingus (eating p***y, to put it vulgarly). From hood to perineum and every little place in between, I will give my tongue a workout so that you are made to skyrocket to the zenith. If you are soppy wet, I will lick you dry. If you are dry, I will lick you wet. And I don’t stop until you tell me to. If you wrap your legs around my ears or try to wiggle away, I stay with you and keep lapping until you verbally tell me to stop.
Toe sucking with foot massages. I’m still learning about this one but know that the entire foot needs pleasured while the toes are washed clean. I will keep researching it and learning more about it. But you could have the stresses of your day rubbed and sucked right out of your body through your feet and toes, all while you lean back and enjoy a glass of your favorite wine.
Kissing (on the mouth), with or without the tongue. ‘A woman can tell a lot about a guy, just based on the way he kisses.’ This may be a cliché statement, but it still has a great deal of truth to it. If you can’t convey anything she likes through a kiss, what difference will the rest make?
I am very big on hugs and cuddling.
Now ... about the profile name.
I thought about ‘oralslave’, but I’m not a slave. And using the word oral just sounded ugly.
I thought about ‘mouthyboy’ but I felt that made me sound like a bratty smartass. Nothing could be further from the truth. I’m an obedient soul.
I thought about “licknsuck” but then I immediately stopped considering that one as I wanted my name to show some class and some dignity.
‘breastfeedingboy’ was the goldilocks choice. It sounded just right.
I’m not a slave and not interested in being one. I would say I am a pleaser, which is why I selected submissive for my profile.
I am most interested in making the female body feel goooood, slowly and in several different places on the body. I will be looking for a woman who enjoys the company of someone with “mouthy” benefits.
Other things I enjoy:
Opening the door for a lady
Pushing in the chair for a lady
Flea Markets
State Parks
Action/Adventure Movies
Suspense/Thriller Movies
I’m not offering a service. And I’m also not looking to buy a service from anyone. I am simply a submissive type guy who loves to use his mouth. And I would love to meet the woman who would love to control my mouth in whatever way she wanted.
So if you are interested in anything you just read on this profile, please contact me and let’s chat.
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Not to come off as being rude but just so I’m not misleading anyone, I understand that sucking cock is also an oral “mouthy” thing to do. But I am straight and I have no interest at all in doing that. So you don’t need to contact me and remind me that sucking cock is oral. I am aware that it is oral.
There is absolutely no chance you will ever get me to do that.
SindeeSux Part 2
So we moved to a new bigger house and soon I discovered the brothers that would start me down the path that turned me into what I am today. So the brothers slightly older were loud , bold and of course very dominate. For the first few months things were normal , but soon things took a decidedly darker turn. Things started with them hazing me at school , and the long walk from the bus stop . On the bus they didn't know me but as soon as we got off at the end of the street they would start , and when the girls that lived next to their house were there they puffed up and would show off , having me carry all the books , and taunt me.. I was just happy for the attention... and I got a lot of it from them, especially when summer vacation came from school . That's when things became intense. At first it was fantasy role play , but there was always some excuse to tie me to a tree or tie me and lead me through the forest that was behind our houses . Within a few weeks, the clothes were off when I was tied, and they would leave to go home and get lunch , but always return with something for me. that I had to eat without hands. Then around the middle of that first summer the boys got a tent and set it up in the woods by the house, far enough away to be partially hidden , and keep curious parents from dropping in. The tent is where my training really began. From simple ties. To elaborate ties , to whipping with branches , to inserting things in me , the summer flew by and I finally felt I belonged , I felt the brothers cared for me , and wanted me , and I wanted to please , I ed to nothing for fear I would again be alone if I did. I remember feeling it was wrong somehow, but I didn't care , I was wanted, and that was all that matter. As things continued to progress they seemed to take good of their roles and the pain became more intense as the whipping increased in both duration and force . The s I was to take and hold inside became bigger. One day one brother had me tied over a stool in the tent and was working a candle in me. After he had covered me with the hot wax from the same candle. when the other brother came over pulled my hair to raise my head and stuck his crotch in my face I could feel his hard cock under the jeans as he rubbed across my face.. I moaned and bucked forward as the candle went deep , and I was pushed into those jeans ,I could feel the heat , and the dampness from his precum. That was to much I guess and before I knew it his pants were off and his hard cock was pushing against my lips I felt a sharp pain as a paddle came down hard on my ass, and I opened my mouth to protest and it was immediately filled with a hard cock. It made me gag and my eyes tearup , but it felt good and he was holding my head , and telling me to relax and how good it felt , so me being the submissive I am, i relaxed into the feelings and took as much of him as I could . He held my head firm , and began to stroke my mouth Stopping occasionally so I could catch my breath , and he could make sure I was alright. It made me feel good , wanted and in my own way loved. Upon seeing this the other brother started rubbing his hard cock on my ass and between my cheeks. He took out the candle and put something cool over my hole and pushed his fingers in and moved them around to spread what he had applied , next I felt something hard and warm push against me and begin to slide in , it was about the size of the candlethat was just removed. But softer , I felt him slide in until his body was hitting mine. It hurt not bad , but an exciting hurt . It was something crazy, and naughty , but felt so good . All at once things began to flow ,and each alternated their thrusts so I was being bounced between the two hard cocks inside me I had two hands on my head , and two on my waist pulling me deep in each direction. I felt wonderful despite the pain, I relaxed and began to not only enjoy it but make it better ,I used my tongue and lips on the hard cock in my mouth , and I began to contract my muscles to squeeze the cock in my ass . To soon the brother fucking my ass began to come, I didn't want him to pull out so I ground back on his still hardcock , and kept him inside until the other brother came in my mouth. It was hot and tasted strange , both brothers fell back to the floor of the tent laughing , that laugh you have when you just finished a great orgasm . Me I was still bound to the stool but I was squirming , holding my mouth open wanting more . I had changed during those last few minutes , and became a sexual animal , lost my innocence, virginity and any dominance that might have remained. I felt more loved and wanted than I ever had before and I knew I was meant to serve and destined to be a toy for hard cocks , and much later wet pussies, but that's a story for another day . So the brothers fucking me became a daily thing that summer , and would spend many nights camping out tied in someway usually covered on cum. When school started things were different , I wasnt hazed, the brothers treated me like a prized pet , taking care of me protecting me , making me feel I belonged. Sex became more rare , only ocassionally away from the tent and maybe on weekends as the brothers began to have other Activities and friends , we had several more summers , but none as intense as that first one when they brought me out . By the last summer with them I was insatiable. I was addicted and they knew it . They begin to have other freinds join our camp outs , and they would always have me pleasure their guests, one time I time I remember they had several freinds over , I was made to jerk off in a bowl in front of all of them , then suck each one until they came each in turn adding their cum to bowl. Then I was made to lap the cum from the bowl and move on all fours while they all talked and drank some liquor one of boys took from his home . Soon I was tied , and once again the center of attention as I was fucked, and whipped until everyone fell asleep . This was one of the last times we were together , they had both grown and had girlfriends , so I was not as important , they did have one more surprise for me before we were done . This starts another chapter in my life ... for next time .
SeekingNewMan hello I feel the need to write a post. I have been on here trying to seek someone to help me maybe come out of my shell. Yet I get messages from so called men or Doms on here that think that a woman should bow down to them. Act there kings when there not. Some one here can't act like slave Masters, well slavery days have been long gone. Some on here want to just act out storie, if I wanted that I would read a book, or wat h a movie. I have brains and a strong willed femal. I know what I want and don't want. I will not be talked to like I'm less then a woma. yes I came on here to meet someone to help me come out of my shell. Yes I stated I wanted to try anal play, I have never had anal but open to trying tha. No o don't want bruised or have my boobs tied up for what pain, or marks on my boobs no, do you want you dick tied up and bruised?? Well done might but still. Just maybe I'm on the wrong sit. uggg this is frustratin!!!!!!!
SkyFullOfStars So many Doms who contact me here always seem to assume I'm full of all these unfulfilled fantasies about kink and a dom sub dynamic that are
unrealized, offering their cocks, hands, and sometimes even their minds to lead me down the path into my subconscious of dark desires.
Maybe those kind of offers entice other women on this site, ones who have had only dreams of scratching their itches, so to speak, but
hey fellas, if you have read my profile and my journals, you would know I have a great lifetime of experience for us to begin with.
That alone should elevate our initial conversations above the fray.
What I'm seeking here, what I'm seeking from you, is your extra special sauce and inner sanctum of domination, control, sensuality, experiences, etc. that all impact you and bring you to this current wonderful state of being you in all your learned kink glory.
So that we may dive together into the depth that our conjoined minds and sexuality and dominance and submission can open before us when we conspire to love and serve and liberate to build a fortress of dynamic.
So please don't ask me to tell you a dark longing I've held my tongue about, because the most sexy longing I'm desiring most is to have you
meld your mind and body and spirit into me so I can become truly yours forever.
submdj Where does one begin to find a subject for a journal entry, when one does not ordinarily journal?
This being a lifestyle site, i find reading others profiles and journals is akin to going out and finding people at munch's or parties and getting to read their minds. Journals are where so many post their / our thoughts and desires. I suppose it's the desires that many post, if they aren't just sounding off on all that vexes them.
W/we all want to find someone to belong to or belong with. (which side of the / do W/we live). I have mentioned in many posts, not just here, but in the rare journal or diary entries scattered through the devices i have owned, that i found the collar from this site. or when it was Collarme at the time. The time belonging to and growing again as a person, not just as a submissive,were the most special of my life. Finding joy in your life is important. How we find that joy varies immensely. my own discovery of belonging to someone (at that time a couple) gave me back a spark of joy that has carried me to where i am in the local community.
Do not lag in finding joy! I see many who live in their fantasy only in their minds, not realizing that all we desire and hope for is out there. Waiting for us to find it, accept it and be thankful for it becoming part of our life.
my own cravings for certain activites are again looking for an outlet. This is not a plea, just putting out there that a willing bondage subject and, now out of the closet, cross dresser, hopes to find people who, together, we can enjoy something together.
That's about all for now. Be safe out there and feel free to reach out to those you find interesting or want to learn more from.
@}-- Sister Ida
aka boytom
TvToBeCollared I am a 41 year old male who due to a physical disability caused at birth I am a wheelchair user, I have tried to live a normal life but due to discrimination that is almost impossible, got no friends, no social life and no even had a date in over 20 years. When it comes to ABDL I am quite open to what happens as long as it includes Bondage, I have seen a few professional dominants in the past with little luck but when I did meet they always feminised me so most of my ABDL stuff is female or sissy in nature. Not had much luck however some health issues in the past year have made me wear diapers. I have mixed neurogenic bladder disorder which means one minute I have Incontinence the next retention so have a catheter fitted so absolutely no control of my bladder, I had 3 haemoroids removed and 3 days later was passing rectual bleeding and blood clots so been prescribed laxatives.
MistressWhipplash Hey Mistress
I am not your Mistress
Sorry hello Ma'am how are you,Will you do to me the things you do?Whips and Canes and all that stuff,I have "sub" frenzy and can't get enough,
Yes I will say all the right things but never do them true,I am a shadow wanker and cum while messaging you.
*No I won't, you ignored my needs,
woofwoof1 My best memory of being a slave was when I met a girl called Chloe a couple of years ago. I answered an advert she had placed, seeking a slave boy. She was actually a fashion model, but was not that highly paid, so she was looking for a slave to clean her flat in West London.
First she made me put on a sparkly mini dress - so she could have a good laugh at me. I had to clean her flat while wearing it. Then she would force me to go across the road to buy her a bottle of wine in the shop. The guys in the deli could barely conceal their giggles. All the time Chloe was watching from the window of her flat upstairs, and really enjoying my humiliation. When i rang on the doorbell to get back in, she would leave me there for ten minutes, so all the passers-by could see me. This was on a busy street in Paddington.
She also loved to wrestle me down, just to show how much more powerful she was than me. She would straddle me, pin my arms back above my head, and squeeze my face between her thighs. One she had got me into that position, I was completely at her mercy. There was no escape.
Sadly she got a boyfriend soon afterwards, so I became redundant. But I've always been looking to repeat this amazing experience.
angeldmort For the record, if I haven't said it before, I, myself, am NOT turned on by anyone in pink frilly birthday cake dresses.
If you google "pink lolita dress" images and are wearing anything like any one of those pink ruffled outfits, understand that it actively turns me OFF.
They look like toddler's fancy dreses.
As I am not a pedophile, I am not attracted to toddlers.
I am, in fact, kind of repulsed by the idea of ANYONE being attracted to a toddler, and the entire thought process just squicks me out.
So, no, not gonna ever wanna dress anyone up in a frilly pink dress like that.
Now, if you make it black, with lace, and black fishnets, and don't make the skirt look like some nightmare square dance cloud of tulle, then, perhaps.
If it's properly paired with well done black eyeliner, etc.
If you MUST have frills and ruffles, make it a fluffy bustle with a black velvet corset and a black lace shrug that ends in a finger loop
Google "sexy goth dress" and wear that.
That is sexy.
That is not 'three year old girl' stuff
Be a cat to catch a cat lover
Be a goth to catch a goth dancer
Be both to catch me
Or maybe cosplay Thomas Brown Hewitt in the half mask, but that's a different conversation.
quirkylittle4daddy Through the Lens of Rika: The Sophia-Michael Connection Unveiled part 6
5. Balancing the Divine Masculine Energy
These men carry divine masculine energy that values action over words. Their emotional intuition is real, but they channel it into action and protection, which may feel like distance to you. For you, as Sophia, it’s about recognizing that this is their expression of love. A quick "hi" might feel emotionally connecting to you, but to him, showing love could mean working to make sure everything is stable and secure for the future.
How to Navigate This:
Anchor into the trust that you’ve been practicing. When he’s distant, remind yourself of how he’s showing love through his actions, even when it’s not immediate. Say, “He’s providing for us, and his distance is part of his process. I trust him.”
Ground your emotional needs through spiritual or personal practices when he’s not available. Remember that just because he’s distant in the moment doesn’t mean the love isn’t there. Lean into your own energy and strengthen yourself while he works.
Embrace his rhythm—Michael-embodied men have a different rhythm of emotional connection, and part of your journey is learning how to move in sync with it without feeling left behind.
It's not that he doesn't feel your anxiousness—he does—but sometimes his response to that is through action and providing, not necessarily through quick emotional reassurances.
ending all this lyric journey on this last part of the chorus:
'Cause you can call me, put you on me
'Cause I'm all you need boy
You know you're nothing like the others (Yeah boy, yeah boy)
You're nothing like the others
something happens even if the relationship never comes to full fruition between these two energies. whenever they come together the chance of inner knowledge, spiritual knowledge, growth physically/emotionally/mentally/and yes if it happens sexually is immense. even in fleeting moments, shorter moments. which is why if you find one and have a long term connection that is sacred full out and committed on both ends..sky is the limit if you can hang on for the ride each time and come back to each other....
but even for brief moments, he's all she needs because this energy resonance of original souls does something powerful other unaligned not wrong, just not as resonante such as complimentary and dissonant notes musically, happens. in those brief moments they elevate and enrich each other in a way other people just can't.
YOU'RE NOTHING LIKE THE OTHERS.
Have you ever experienced a connection that felt deeper than words or logic—where you knew there was something unexplainable drawing you together, even if it didn’t fully manifest? How did it impact your understanding of relationships or your own energy?
This analysis taps deeply into the energetic dynamics of the Sophia archetype and the Archangel Michael archetype within spiritual partnerships, exploring how these energies interact, challenge, and elevate one another. Let’s break down the spiritual and relational layers for the collective:
1. The Soul-Level Resonance:
You describe the meeting of a Sophia-aligned feminine energy and a Michael-aligned masculine energy as magnetic, undeniable, and highly charged. This is reflective of the idea that they are fragments of the same divine essence, split into complementary energetic expressions.
The “nothing like the others” lyric speaks to this resonance—these connections aren’t like ordinary human interactions. They vibrate at a higher frequency and awaken aspaspects of the soul that lie dormant in other relationships.
Collective Insight: When two souls meet who carry these energies, their interaction often serves as a catalyst for growth, even if it’s brief. For those encountering this dynamic, it’s important to recognize that not all soul-level connections are meant to last a lifetime; some serve as activations, bringing clarity, lessons, and alignment.
2. The Bridge: Knowing the Self Before Knowing the Other:
The lyrics “I can know myself” highlight a critical spiritual principle: self-awareness is the foundation for recognizing and navigating soul-aligned relationships. For Sophia archetypes, this means deeply understanding their spiritual gifts and emotional needs before fully connecting with a Michael.
The insight into the Sophia energy's ability to discern different masculine archetypes emphasizes the depth of her intuition and her connection to divine wisdom.
MrsBrenda Apparently it's time for a much needed journal entry, because my inbox is flooded with messages. A lot of nice messages from nice people with whom nice contact has already arisen, but unfortunately there are also a lot of people out there with (sexual) frustrations or worse. To make things clear to everyone who seeks me out to have a chat, if you have an extensive wishlist as to how you would like to be handled, kept or be treated, I am probably not for you. Submission derives from to submit! This essentially means that you follow and submit to Me and I decide where and how I am going to submit you. Being a slave, means to give up ones free will and give up his or her freedom. Eventhough this is in the BDSM way of life and completely voluntary, it does still mean that I get to kick you out to the curbes if you don't uphold our agreement. In other words, we've made a deal. You become my slave and I get to do with you however I please and you get nothing in return. Your reward lies in being My slave.
Then a footnote for some nutcase I came across who felt he needed to fill my mailbox with his pedantic little finger. Nobody is forcing you to send me a message, nobody is telling you or forcing you to become my slave (it is a privilage and certainly not one for you to receive).
A footnote in general: I literally receive 30 emails an hour. I am not at your disposal, but those who are chosen by me are at my disposal! Very important difference. This means that I will not respond when and how it suits you, but if and when it suits Me!
That will do for now. If you reach out, either be polite or f*** off! To all others, it is fun getting acquainted with you and talk to y'all soon.
Greetings Mrs B.
Falcone9 Slut Handler
Most online kink exchanges are really anonymous. How else could a submissive woman cow a pack of amply testosteroned dominant males of dubious intelligence?
My proven procedure for the education of said submissive is fulfilling and, at least for the female, informative.
I avoid any pregame chit chat and immediately put the worried slut on her knees with her wrists behind her back.
A collar serves a couple of functions and I like to lecture that it provides a symbol of complete submission. Importantly it also informs her who’s fuck toy she’s become. The collar needs to be firmly buckled and a short leash is appropriate for direction and control.
Now things should become crystal clear but if there is any question, cuffing the soon to be sex slave’s wrists should render that question moot. I favor a short 4” chain.
Controlling an aroused woman requires more then guile. A finishing touch includes the firm placement of a ball gag. Make sure her hair is out of the way and the ball goes behind the teeth.
There you have it. She’s on her knees, collared, leashed, cuffed, and gagged. And if she’s not hot and wet I’d be surprised
But wait, there’s more
All this preparation serves the ultimate goal.
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LilViciousLala Ok I tried. I really really tried to go full on vanilla. I turned off everything. I deleted it all. I was serious. As soon as I was done the very next day I sank so far into depression. I really do hate my life. Why do I need this? Why can't I turn it off and be normal? Right now crying because there's not some man telling you what to do? Pathetic. Weak. How can I call myself a strong black woman? I'm pitiful and I can't even look at myself any more.
So why are you back then?
Like I said I'm pitiful. An ex-potential Master reached out that same next day. After 4 or 5 years ...he was like i missed you, still had your number blah blah blah and I bounced back. I do not think he is a Master but a very dark aggressive dominant vanilla man. He knows nothing of limits, protocols, needs and he blows past my limits all the time hence why I didn't submit to him before. I know I know I'm desperate. My kinks is force and control so though I know what he's doing is detrimental I also get off on my wants, and kinks being ignored for his pleasure.. OMG just the thought is making me wet and driving that insane need that's in me... Gawd I hate that feeling... No I love it, crave it but I hate that I have it ... That need that feeling ...if that makes sense. Gawd, I wish I was normal.
So I'm kinda back. The ex-potential and I will meet this Saturday so at least for a week I'm semi normal until I realize he can't be my Master and then I'll sink back into depression and wanting to end... Anyways I really do hate me. I wish there was a way to stop it. To go back to vanilla to be normal to... To... Anything is better than this
I rather seriously just end it all then continue having this need that can't be fulfilled .... I hate that my mental health is based off ownership... I hate that I went from crying and being in the dark to just happy because some guy said he MIGHT own me .. I hate how pathetic I am... I hate how weak I am .. I hate how my mind has all this taboo, gross, dark stuff... I hate me. I hate my life. If there was an easy non painful way for me to end it all I would have done that years ago.
I hate this feeling.
I hate this need.
I hate this craving.
I hate me.
MistressVNN
The slave contract.
Some people assume that, since "slavery" was outlawed (over a hundred years ago in most places), then "Consensual Slavery" is nothing more than "Role Playing"; that there cannot be any legal, lawful way to "own" another person. To the point of using the words: slave, slavery, and owner, you would be correct; these words are merely symbolic and have no legal meaning.
However, Consensual Slavery (or Voluntary Servitude) is legal, very real, and can be legally practiced. Can a person legally join the military?
If they do, are they allowed to just up and walk out any time they like without warning? Hm… They can't, right? Why not? I thought you said slavery was illegal? Well... That's right. The military does not practice slavery. Yet, in a very real sense, they do own you. However, they do not (and never would) call it slavery; they call it service. We will not go into the detailed specifics of what wording is used in a real Contract of Voluntary Servitude, but, rest assured, it is as binding as any application into the military. It is perfectly legal for a person to voluntarily forfeit their rights and be legally bound to serve, suffer and endure. Slavery is not about sex; nor is it about S&M.Yes, a slave may be disciplined and this discipline can take the form of sexually charged torture or tormenting. Of course an Owner can have sex with their slave,it's a given. But you don't need a slave to have sex or "play" S&M.If you are only interested in sex or S&M (or any combination thereof), I strongly recommend a visit to any of the places in Europe US, or Asia where (prostitution is legal and) you can, far more cheap and you can easily, get your needs fulfilled.
Total Control + Total Responsibility
By definition, a ‘slave’ is a piece of (movable) personal property (a.k.a. "chattel") owned by another person. A slave can be bought, sold or traded.While a slave may be cherished and cared for, a slave can also just as easily be misused and abused. Of course an owner can love their slave; nothing in the book says that an owner cannot love their slave. However, slavery does not require love.
Slavery is about control: the utter and total domination and control over another human being's life.
Slavery is also about responsibility: the utter and total responsibility of another human being's life.
There are two basic elements required of slavery:
1.) A slave.
2.) An owner capable to take the great responsibility of possessing a slave.
Illusions.
For the would-be slave, trust may be an issue prior to slavery, but it is an illusion.
Physical attraction may be an issue prior to slavery, but it is an illusion as well. In fact, everything and anything a would-be slave requires or desires, apart from their true and total commitment to actually being a real, owned slave, is an illusion.
Slavery is NOT about "romance".Sure, an Owner could romance or seduce a slave if they chose to, but romance and seduction are not "part and parcel" of slavery itself.
Slavery is about Ownership and servitude; any other element involved is something other than, or in addition to, slavery.
If a "slave" insists upon a requirement or a condition for, or on, their Ownership – they are seeking something other than slavery. Hm...Yes, it all sounds so terrifically unfair, doesn't it? An Owner can require and involve whatever they like in the “relationship” and a slave must endure and indulge whatever an Owner's whim might be. Ups... That almost sounds like, well... slavery! Doesn't it?
There is nothing at all that a slave can claim “entitlement” to; however, in an effort to demonstrate this, here is an extraordinarily brief list of things a slave is specifically not “entitled” to:
- Respect
- Honesty
- Affection
- Compassion
- Understanding
- Appreciation
- Courtesy
- Recognition
- Fidelity,Etcetera...
You may get all or none of the above. It is at the discretion of your Owner.
Aridgarden Recently someone asked me in an email what five principles I would offer to submissives wanting to get into the lifestyle...
first and foremost, you always have the right to stop ANYTHING at ANYTIME if you dont feel comfortable with it
consensual means you both agree to and want it without coercion
the best and healthiest relationships, not just within the lifestyle, are those with open, honest, non judgmental conversations that take place throughout ...not just before or after scenes
casual bdsm, giving someone you dont know or trust the ability to destroy you, is about as safe as taking a ride from a stranger down a dark isolated road, it could easily be the end of your life
go into it with an open mind, you dont have to know what you like or have an interest in and might learn some things you thought you didnt like you actually do, but if you know there are things that you never want to try, voice them and expect them to be respected, not all dominants are the same and those who dont respect hard limits are not true doms
emptysoultoown Well, it thought it was heading back to Australia by. February. To spend about three months between. The Gold Coast, QLD. And Sydney. It was invited by another dom to spend time on his horse ranch out there, just to recover and to focus on.
Where It need to be, whether the enticement might be to stay, and not go back to the US.
Time can only tell. It don't see myself anywhere for some time. So trying to find my feet. So many dominants that don't understand how to really truly have a slave.
It's been difficult after It lossing Rosco My PTSD service dog.
And then four months under consideration to the rubber doctor. Who turned out to be? Someone that has a lot of issues. And having a lucky escape. It allowed him. To get inside it. To imprint on it. And Royally **** **** it.
His clear deions was mind **** It had a hard decision to make. Wether except the crimes that he committed. And that he was willing to commit further the atrocities. It was hard to walk away from him.
Even though, as his rubber slave, he wanted to make it an accessory to his crimes and put it at risk.
As a former medical surgeon. In the military. It had a moral obligation. And it own code of honor which conflicted with his to Do No Harm to those that as Surgeon we are there to heal the sick and the affirmed.
Mzspanks End of 2021 !!! A lil note to say ... Thank you for all the funny, sweet, lewd, crude, caring , seductive and fucking outrageous .. emails, naughty pics and vid clips throughout this past year ..I've been truly entertained by some, moved by more than a few and heart strings tugged at a time or two ..
May we all find what we seek ..
I discovered Collarme now Collarspace in my late 30's.. going into my mid 50's now and it's still an awesome site.. I've met some pretty amazing men and women ..online and lots offline too ! I've fallen in love, made mistakes and shed a tear or two for not taking a chance or not making an effort when I didn't feel the "timimg" ..
Ya know we never have enough time, there's that one day tho !! It's called regret !
So... whatever you identify as and whom ever it is you choose to please and for whatever your reasons .. do it all the way and the only way you know how .. by being you!! Authentcally u! Don't cheat yourself out of being that needle one the haystack..
Happy Kinky New Year ..
Hugs, bumps and grinds !
Ms. Eve
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SensualDs Greetings, I am a Dominant with over 22 years of experience. I am also highly skilled with a very creative mind (wink). I am single, no children, was married previously for 20 yrs. Am now a semi-retired attorney, meaning that I work from home providing litigation support to other attorneys, so usually a lot of free time to play. I am currently in Vegas, though I have only a couple of friends and no family here, so not much keeping me in this area. I am free to relocate anywhere, but preferences would be FL as I resided there previously and have family there or TX.
I have a varied style of play, from the soft and sensual to the more intense and challenging. I am not abusive nor am I a sadist, though I can be teasingly sadistic (smirk). I am seeking a woman with a desire to please and either close to me, or seeking a long term relationship together. Someone spiritual is a better fit for me, as I am as well. Should there be an interest in knowing more about one another, then feel free to contact me, as I only reserve protocol for play time, and even then, in a limited manner.
MistressNikkiVixen I’ve been reflecting on past dynamics—especially the ones that carried intensity, structure, and a deep psychological connection.
And over time, something became clear to me.
Some lost sight of the purpose.
They became more focused on punishment than on presence. More attached to the feeling of correction than to the act of truly serving. The dynamic shifted away from alignment… and into fixation.
And that’s not what I want to cultivate.
Because my role, the way I see it, is not to break men down or leave them in a constant state of need.
It’s to guide. To shape. To bring them into alignment with something greater than themselves.
That’s where my philosophy of Goddess and matriarchy truly lives.
A feminine-centered dynamic, at its highest form, is not about chaos or control for its own sake. It’s about order, intention, and a quiet kind of authority that creates structure others can settle into.
Within that structure, the masculine doesn’t disappear—it finds its place. It becomes supportive, focused, and purposeful.
That’s where devotion becomes meaningful.
Not in desperation. Not in obsession with punishment.
But in awareness.
In learning how to show up consistently.In understanding how to listen, how to respond, how to serve in a way that actually contributes to something whole.
I won’t define what this looks like for everyone.
But for me… it has never been about destruction.
It’s about refinement. Guidance. And creating a space where submission is not just felt—but lived with clarity, balance, and intention.
That is where something truly divine begins to take shape.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
Cheekylilmiss I messed up badly extremely badly on my first night at Masters home
I. Have thought n thought about it and I know i have to show Master that I know i made a
Big mistake and no matter what,I'm going to do my best to never ever do that again
We did discuss what happened and it did have the potential to kill what we both wanted.
I will strive to be better,do better and be what you want,need and desire
I just read a post about shitty subs,yes I said it and it did strike a nerve.
We did discuss my behaviour and over the next 2 days,I did demonstrate to Master that
I was ashamed of myself and stepped up in everyway possible
I could've ruined the best opportunity to be owned by a Master who is so special and so different .
Your a kind,caring and strict Master and even tho we agreed to never bring it up again,I want to say sorry ..
That was not acceptable in any way shape or form and beat myself up daily..
I know I have a way to go and I will Master.
I want you to be proud to own me,.
.were still kinda new to each other,but ii want this to work with all my heart Master
TeaMenthe The Ocean Does Not Apologize for Its Depth
There are women who dominate and there are women who *are* dominance, the way the ocean is not something that contains water but is the water, is the depth, is the pressure and the pull and the ancient, indifferent power of something that existed long before you arrived on its shore and will exist long after you have gone. I am the second kind. This is not a role I step into. It is what I am made of, down to the cellular level, the way the ocean is made of salt and motion and the kind of patience that only belongs to things that have never once needed to hurry.
You come to the shore of me with everything you are. I want you to understand what that means before you take another step.
The ocean does not meet you halfway. It does not soften its edges to make the entry more comfortable. It simply is what it is, in its entirety, at full depth and full force, and what happens to you when you enter it is entirely dependent on your willingness to stop fighting the current and let the water do what water does. The people who struggle against the ocean are the ones it takes. The ones who surrender to it, who release the desperate grip of their own buoyancy and let the water take the weight, those are the ones who discover that it will hold them. That the very thing that felt like it would consume them is also, in its way, the most complete support they have ever known.
This is the theology of your surrender. Not the performance of it. The real thing.
I want you empty. Genuinely, completely empty, cleared of every opinion about yourself that you arrived with, every defense you have constructed across a lifetime of needing to protect something, every carefully managed presentation of who you are and what you can handle and how much you are willing to give. I want the vessel clean. Because I intend to fill it, every part of it, with something it has never held before, and there is no room for what I am bringing if you are still crowded with what you came with.
Walt Whitman wrote that he contained multitudes. You, in this context, will contain precisely one thing: me. My will, my presence, my pleasure, my standard, my voice in the place where your own voice used to be the loudest thing in the room. This is not diminishment. This is the most complete thing I know how to offer another person. To be so thoroughly known and so thoroughly claimed that the boundary between your purpose and my desire becomes academic, becomes irrelevant, becomes a line so worn from crossing that it simply ceases to exist.
The ocean fills every space available to it. Every crack in the rock, every hollow in the sand, every place that offers itself and every place that does not, eventually. It does not ask permission of the shoreline. It simply arrives, and it arrives completely, and it keeps arriving, tide after tide, with the patient certainty of something that has never once doubted its own nature or its own direction.
That is what my dominance feels like from the inside. The certainty of water finding its level.
Matthew Arnold stood on Dover Beach and heard the ocean's roar as the sound of a world that offers neither joy nor love nor light nor certitude nor peace, only the eternal note of sadness underneath everything human. But I hear it differently. I hear it as the sound of something that does not negotiate. Something that has been devouring shorelines since before language existed to describe the loss, that takes the rock and the sand and the carefully constructed walls of human certainty and makes them, over time, into nothing but new shapes of itself. The ocean does not mourn what it consumes. It simply continues. This is the quality of my dominance that I most want you to sit with: not the drama of it but the continuity. The patient, absolute, unstoppable continuation of a nature that was never going to be anything other than what it is.
Give me everything. Not the generous portion. Not the carefully considered offering of the parts of yourself you have decided you can afford to lose. Everything. The parts you are proud of and the parts you are ashamed of and the parts you have never shown anyone because you were not certain they could be trusted with them. Bring all of it to the water. Let it go. Watch what I do with it.
Because here is what the ocean knows that the shore does not: the surrender is the point. The emptying is not the loss. It is the preparation. The space you clear when you release everything you have been holding is exactly the space I intend to inhabit, and what I bring to fill it is larger and stranger and more sustaining than anything you were protecting by keeping yourself so carefully full of yourself.
You were not built to be your own container. You were built to be mine.
Kneel at the water's edge. Feel the pull of it. That pull is not danger. That pull is recognition.
I release what I was before this shore.
I bring myself empty and offer that emptiness as gift.
I am the hollow that her presence fills.
I do not end where she begins.
I am most myself when I am most completely hers.
The ocean does not ask permission.
Neither does she.
I am grateful for both.
Go under.
She will bring you back.
She always does.
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StrictLovingWify Communication Matters!
Open, honest, forthright Communication is essential.
"He voluntarily and openly commits himself to serve the needs of the dominant partner.. .
and by accepting, she fulfills his need to serve.
Where things go from there will vary from relationship to relationship
depending on the mutual desires and unique personalities of the partners."
Zvjar A trip to the vending machine
I'd like to share this little experience I recently had the honor of partaking in with a willing local masochist friend. If she happens to read this and recognize herself in the story, knowing her, she would love the extra humiliation :)
We were spending some time in a hotel room together when I informed my friend that I have an exciting and cruel ordeal planned for her today.
First I ordered her on all 4 on the floor at my feet and removed her butt plug before placing it in her mouth. Next a hose and with a funnel was placed in her ass and I emptied my full bladder completely in her rectum. This warm piss enema was plugged with an inflatable plug and her ass inflated. Next I ordered her to stand and clamped her nipples painfully, finally a humming dildo slid into her pussy which was already dripping wet. I began to dress her slowly, soaking up her discomfort as the bra went over her clamped nipples and the jeans zipped up in place over the dildo and butt plug. Her eyes never left me the whole time, the butt plug still in her mouth where I had left it, I saw her pupils widening as I finally began to apply the face mask over her mouth and nose and it dawned on her that not only is she leaving the hotel room retaining a piss enema, double plugged and clamped, but she'll also be sucking on her used butt plug the whole time.
"Here are your instructions, fucktoy, now that you're properly outfitted for a walk. I am thirsty and I would like a soda from the vending machine. The bad news I have for you is that there aren't any on this floor, so be a good girl and walk up the stairs, grab me a coke and yourself a drink, then hurry back-here is my card. I don't want you using the elevator, only stairs, and when you are back kneel at the door, knock and wait to be let in" She nods quickly in the affirmative as she begins to shuffle towards the door trying to reconcile the various sources of ovetstimulation.
I watch her with excitement as she disappears slowly down the hallway towards the stairs, each step full of anguish for my sadistic pleasure. When she returns and I see her waiting for me obediently kneeling at the hotel door, a huge smile spreads across my face as I step aside holding the door for her to crawl in with our sodas.
I lean forward and pick her up in my arms, whispering "good girl", as I set her on the bed, pulled her jeans down and placed my tongue directly on her twitching clit, licking and sucking until she exploded under me.
pizzapuppiescows Legitimate question. Who is it you're trying to entice or impress with a name like AssDestroyer or JizzGobble4u? (Sidenote: I did not look these names up and have no idea if they are actual names, but if they are and its yours, you have no one to blame but yourself.) I know not every person is lured in with rainbows and teddy bears, but does anyone stop and say, WOAH. JizzGobble4u. THAT'S what I've been looking for! Have you ever said your screenname out loud? Try it now, I'll wait...
Is it embarrassing? Would you refer to yourself as that name... hi pizzapuppiescows, jizzgobble4u here but you can call me Tony. Very little judgment, honestly, I'm moreso trying to understand the logic. Alright, slightly more judgment than that because I just can't see anyone owning up to these names and I suspect you're probably an accountant. I keep thinking about scenarios where your name would be needed, like a coffee order, or a reservation. Renting a car. Jizzgobble4u, all one word on the document, no last name. Like Cher. Makes me giggle.
RayvenAmaranthine
So I have had a few people now ask me what I am looking for and normally I don't like to put this in to words because it isn't something that is set in stone. It is definitely fluid and ever-changing, but I guess I can put the basics.
Firstly, in order to define what I am looking for in a partner, I have to define who I am as my partner would be, in the most base sense, the opposite side of the same coin(s) (note the plural and you will start to see why this isn't so easy for me to define).
So lifestyle me in a nutshell:
-masochistic tendencies
- primal
- kajira
- slave
- submissive
- doll
- baby girl tendencies (not a little)
- slight brat tendencies
- service-oriented
- energy practitioner
Vanilla me in a nutshell:
- high functioning anxiety/manic depression (sometimes not so high functioning)
- extremely introverted
- Norse Pagan
- Gypsy Soul/ Wanderlust
- dog mom
- Scorpio (almost to a T, honestly minus the high sexual side)
- highly intelligent and logical
- overthinker
- animal lover
- hopeless romantic
So in the most BASIC sense, that is me...so from there I would be looking for someone to complement me in these areas. Great! So what does that look like? Well, let me attempt to paint a picture:
If you thought this part would be a bullet list, you will be sorely mistaken as it is not so easy to define.
Him-
The Dominant that I am searching for, as I stated before, would be my other half. I have MANY sides and nuances and so the person I need is someone who has all of the same sides, just on the opposite end of the spectrum. This is what I mean when I say I am searching for a unicorn as I am pretty sure it just doesn't exist.
In the most base sense, I need someone who is 100% an Alpha Male. Yeah, I know that society today frowns upon men being men, but I also know that there are some that are still out there as it is just a part of who they are. I get toxic masculinity, but I also know there are many 'manly' men out there that aren't just a meathead. I have an extremely large and active primal side and it will not submit to just anyone, so that Alpha presense is needed. I need someone who can put me in my place and who isn't afraid to be rough at times. I love things like pursuit, take down, capture; CnC; wrestling; etc.
If you made it past that part, the next thing would be someone who has more traditional views of a BDSM relationship. I am old school in a lot of my interests, wants, needs, and that zone in which I thrive. 24/7 M/s is where I find that I function the best. I love the depth of the relationship between a Master and a slave/kajira..but I also know how long it takes to foster the trust and depth of those relationships. I love the ritual and protocol of the M/s lifestyle and do extremely well in situations where everything in my life is controlled. This is not to say that only the daily that my outfits needs approved, but in like making sure my wardrobe is all choices that would be approved and they are sorted by occassions so that no matter what I would wear, it would be appropriate given the occasion and would have been approved.
I understand there are not many who want the responsibility of how involved this type of relationship is and they do not want to control every ect of someone's life. They just want their bedroom play and that is it. That is great for those people, but not what I am looking for.
I have a HUGE interest in the idea/concept of dollification. I know that most submissives/slaves may say that they want to be perfect for their Sir, but how many will go to the extent of actually doing it? This goes back to the slave mindset I believe in that I do want to be perfect for my Sir. If that entails changing hair color, getting tattoos, piercings, the type of clothing I wear, implants, waist training, etc...then so long as it is not illegal, it is want I would do/want with my Sir. This also includes sexual things such as stretching to be able to be fisted, or anal training, etc. This goes along with the 24/7 ect as typically enforced diets/excercise are a part of this.
My masocistic side is weird. I am not a masochist in the every day sense that I crave pain all the time or that it gets me off. It fucking hurts. However, pain for me is a means of catharsis and for me to be able to process emotion as I have a terrible habit of just bottling it up instead of expressing it in the moment. The pain allows me to release all of that. My masochistic side is also very largely dependent upon the energy between my partner and me. I can take
Blkitchincharge I was not interested in meeting this person because he's very busy and I need someone that's has more time like myself.
He went on a little bit of a rampage about earning money which I totally understand and I am a strong believer in that family comes first.
I did not care anything about how much money he made or expected to earn
Tell me what y'all think about this reply
Maam Just one question. Why is it that people that do not make much money have no idea what it takes to make a great deal. Time is the key. Yet people who do not make alot always wish to make more. Yet when You do make more than they never understand what it took. Yes i have responsibilities that go beyond this lifestyle. That does mean i am busy. But i take time for those i care for and the One i wish to serve. But i cannot drop everything at a seconds notice. i have to plan. Do i place money over my person. Yes, everyone does. Because it is what pays the bills and gives us those benefits we enjoy. And if You do not believe that statement go find a homeless person and give them a thousand in cash. Because if the money did not matter than You would do that everyday. Thanks for the reply. i have tried.
DominorVobis I wrote this as part of an introductory message to someone and think it was good enough to share here.
"This is an alternative lifestyle to me
There are several reasons, one is something that kind of bothered me at a young age I shoved thebad thoughts I had, I had even as a very young youth, thoughts that both horrified and fascinated meI used to justify my thoughts as not being cruel if what I did, I did to those who deserved it, like criminals etc What worried me was the sexuality I feltIt was much later in life, around 40 years ago I started putting it all together from a primal blueprint and social and religious pressure through to conditioning I was relieved to find a world I fitted, and its this world and learning to interact between the lifestyle and the vanilla world that I have been studying, learning, teaching and livingIts a strange world with so many dark and mysterious places."
BB442keFw6 This happened to me some years ago now but still remains in my memory as one of the my most embarrassing but exciting experiences.
I was staying with my BF at his house for a couple of weeks. He only lived a short drive from the sea and we occasionally went for a walk on the beach.
One day he announced that he thought that because of my behavior I was in need of a spanking which is something, I might add, that he did to me almost on a daily basis, and he decided we were going for a beach walk and he was going to give me a public spanking.
Well, he had never done that before, I always got spanked in private usually in the bedroom or the lounge room and I was a bit dubious and rather nervous about it and what the public reaction might be and I said so.
He just said well that’s tough girl that’s what’s going to happen to you and I knew there was no arguing with him, his word was law in his house (and out of it).
I pouted at him a little and tried to argue further but of course it made no difference, in fact it probably made it worse for me.
I was dressed in a summery, flowery mini dress, it was summertime, that flared from under my bust and only just covered my bum. Underneath I only had on my bra and panties, with my beach walking sandals on my feet. He was wearing cargo shorts and a tee shirt and to my alarm was carrying a cane in his hand as we went out the door. I said you’re not taking that with you are you! He just told me to shut up and get in the car. I did so, still pouting, which was about the only sort of defiance I could hope to get away with without risking getting a slap.
I put on my seat belt and sat in nervous silence staring at my bare legs as he drove us to the beach. My mind was in a bit of a turmoil as I thought about what he said he was going to do to me but I did begin to find it curiously exciting and arousing even thinking about which panties I was wearing if they were going to be seen.
Ok, out you get he said to me as we parked in the beachside carpark. He emerged from the car carrying the cane quite openly. I was quietly amused and aroused at his confidence and audacity as he walked down the sandy track to the beach proper, cane in one hand and towing me along behind him with the other.
The sky was a clear bright blue with a few fluffy little clouds scudding across it. I now felt very nervously alive and excited at the thought of what was to come. The surf was crashing noisily onto the beach and the cool breeze blew through my hair and lifted up my dress forcing me to do a Marylyn Munroe seven year itch sort of pose to keep it down. To my relief the beach was not all that crowded, just a few people scattered around but there was a roadwork gang working on the road that ran alongside the beach and I could feel those guys already taking an interest in me with my attempts to keep my dress in place.
We walked up the beach past the road work crew and the beach sunbathers to a rocky area at one end which was some distance from anybody else but definitely not completely out of sight. He sat on a conveniently placed large rock and I petitely sat down in the sand next to him and shading my eyes with my hand looked out to sea where a fishing boat was underway bobbing up and down in the swell.
We sat like that in silence for a little while then he turned to me and in a rather soft sexy voice started to admonish me for what he called my lack of respect and disobedience over the last couple of days and how I needed to be taught a lesson, spare the rod and spoil the girl sort of stuff. I squirmed around a little as I listened to him knowing that he was right I had not been obeying him as instantly as I should have been doing, even occasionally arguing with him and that I did deserve what I was about to get. I looked across the beach towards the fairly distant beachgoers we had passed and then to the work gang on the road, also fairly distant from us now, but nobody seemed to be taking any notice of us.
He took hold of my shoulder length blonde hair at the back of my neck then slowly but deliberately forced my head back until I was staring at that vivid blue sky. Automatically I twisted my head to try to get away from him but this just made him firm up his grip on my hair until it hurt and I stopped resisting him.
Still using my hair to control me he pulled me across his knees and held me there. My flared dress was so short that it was already up round my waist. I felt his hand caress my bum through my satin panties and his fingers went down between my legs. I was already a teeny bit aroused by all this and by his power and confidence in what he was doing and it was now all I could do to prevent myself from squealing out loud. I just sighed instead.
Then he started to spank me. He had large powerful hands and it always hurt. Each smack across my bum sent pain shooting through me making me g. I kept my hands in front of me, palms on the sand sort of balancing myself over his knees, I knew better than to try and protect my bottom with my hands.
Then he hooked his thumb into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down until they were stretched tight across my mid thighs and continued spanking my now naked bum. He had pulled me across his knees facing away from the distant beachgoers and work gang but still in sight of them and I remember hoping that someone didn’t think that I was being assaulted and call the police, the last thing I wanted to face as we got back to the car would be a couple of grinning cops waiting for us and having to explain
quirkylittle4daddy the little girl's anthem naive to the bone part 2
Freedom from Judgment:
Both your reflections and the song lyrics challenge societal norms, inviting freedom from external judgment and embracing emotional authenticity. This is similar to spiritual themes of non-attachment and self-acceptance.
A Whimsical and Warrior-like Nature:
The juxtaposition of whimsy with strength mirrors archetypes like the Fool from the Tarot (a symbol of trusting one's journey with innocence and boldness) and the Warrior (discipline and resilience). The line "discipline, submission, and beating intense hearts" ties this duality into your BDSM identity while integrating broader spiritual lessons of balance.
Spiritual and Esoteric Connections:
Inner Child as the Eternal Self:
The inner child is often viewed as a reflection of the eternal self in spiritual traditions—a connection to purity, creation, and unconditioned love. Your post embodies this by holding space for that part of you.
Naïveté as Wisdom:
In spiritual contexts, naïveté isn't weakness—it’s seen as openness to the universe, akin to the Zen concept of "Beginner's Mind." The lyrics’ "I'm naive to the bone" and your acceptance of asking questions connect to this, signaling humility and curiosity as strengths.
Empowerment in Submission:
The phrase "dedication, discipline, submission" reflaspects mastery and integration of opposing forces. In esoteric terms, submission can symbolize surrender to the higher self or the divine, requiring immense strength and intention.
Clarity and Silence:
The "large room, where you can hear the silence" evokes themes of spiritual solitude and stillness, reminiscent of meditative practices where one listens to the "beating of the heart" as a guide to inner truth.
Judgment as an Illusion:
"No place for arrogance, no pain in my chest" reflaspects detachment from ego and societal pretenses, resonating with spiritual teachings that highlight inner peace and freedom from the need to prove oneself.
Closing Reflection:
Your post is not only a celebration of your unique identity and journey but also a spiritual manifesto. It integrates music, lifestyle, and emotional depth while challenging stereotypes and societal conditioning. Through this lens, you’re asserting your sovereignty and inviting others to honor both the softness and the strength in themselves.
suckyD
Ode to Her First Locking
Her fingers, steady, hold the gleaming steel,
A promise whispered, made to feel so real.
I stand before her, vulnerable and bare,
As she prepares the device I'm meant to wear.
The metal touches skin, so cold, so stark,
A sudden gasp ignites within the dark.
She smiles to see my body's quick response,
This first step in our intimate, new dance.
Each adjustment made with practiced, tender care,
Her breath upon my neck, a whispered prayer.
The cage slides into place, a perfect fit,
As I surrender all control to it.
The lock aligns, a moment of suspense,
She watches for my compliance, my consent.
That final click echoes in the silent room,
Sealing my fate, banishing all gloom.
Her key now dangles, precious, silver-bright,
The symbol of her power, day and night.
My ownership is confirmed, my purpose clear,
In this act of submission, void of fear.
My body now belongs to her alone,
This cage of steel a comfort, not a groan.
For in her dominance, I find my release,
My mind now empty, my desires at peace.
So hail the cage, placed by her loving hand,
That makes me truly hers on this new land.
For in her control, I'm finally free,
To be the man I'm meant to be, with thee.
Blkitchincharge I am not looking for someone that wants to alter their anatomy!
I am not looking for a cuckold!
I am very much aware that even submissive men and slaves have desires! If any of the above applies to you, I wish you the best in your search!!
Brit2cuck Based on a previous relationship some time ago:
Saturday Night Sunday Morning
It’s raining outside and I curse it for keeping me awake, a lie to myself as I know I never really sleep when you are out. I reach to turn on the light beside the bed and am reminded of the lock you have on me as it rubs my upper thigh. The clock tells me it’s coming upto 2:30 in the morning.
I roll onto my back wondering if you are asleep in the bed you have chosen for the evening, asleep in the arms of another. Or perhaps not asleep, in which case you will be ……….. occupied.
I try to put those thoughts out of my mind, and fail.
Thoughts of you crowd my mind whenever you are from me, thoughts of the curve of your thigh, the look in your in your eye, the taste of you, the way your waist tapers just above your hips, god that makes you so fuckable.
It’s coming up to three in the morning now and I have convinced myself that you are asleep after your exertions.
Your exertions…….. I can’t stop thinking of what you could be doing with whoever he is, in my mind’s eye I see you on all fours with your back arched receiving him your face wracked with the pure pleasure of it, I have seen that look when you are approaching the peak of your orgasm. It’s an addictive sight and a special reward for the man who gives it to you.
I decide to get up and get myself something, descending to the kitchen in a bath robe. With each step I take on the stairs I feel the weight of your restraining lock on me. It’s been ten days now and I have never felt so ripe, kept swollen and aching for you right down to the root of me.
In the kitchen I can see the dark rain running down the window panes as I make myself a cup of tea, coffee would be such a bad move right now.
I sit on a kitchen stool looking at a picture of you laughing and smiling with friends, the image captured is a night out and you are looking so elegant, so beautiful so enticing.
As I sip my tea I find myself gazing at your smile, you have such beautiful lips. My eyes follow their curve to the corners of your mouth. I feel myself absorbed in your every detail.
I love kissing you, feeling you on my lips, your wet tongue penetrating my mouth. One of those intimacy fixes that I crave so desperately. I can’t keep at bay the thought of how those lips have been occupied this evening.
I finish my tea and wash out the cup placing it on the drainer.
The rain seems to be subsiding, with daylight but a short time away I turn out the light and return to bed.
It’s nearly four in the morning and I find myself curled up around a pillow, every now and then rocking my hips into it, but it just makes me ache more.
As I close my eyes I feel so desperate for you to return to me.
The first few hours of dawn have past before the sun has risen to the point where it shines through the window and wakes me. It’s bright and shiny and fresh, the only signs of the nights rain is the dark wet dampness of the soil.
I look at the clock it’s nearly nine thirty, so I rise with a degree of haste to wash, shave and brush my teeth. Before donning my bathrobe again and descending once more into the kitchen.
As I am buttering my toast I hear you come through the door and my heart skips a beat. It’s that cusp of turmoil with thoughts of how you have spent your evening competing with the joy of your return to me.
I hear your heels clicking towards the kitchen as I turn towards the door, seeing you framed in the doorway, hair loosely brushed, braless under your blouse, a flush of red to your cheeks and a coy smile adorning your lips.
You walk upto me placing a hand behind my neck a fingertip or two running back and forth over that spot that you know makes my knees buckle. You hold my gaze for what feels like an eternity looking into my soul through my eyes. I can’t help but lower my gaze and look at your lips before you kiss me.
Its deep, passionate, consuming and ……….. musky.
Your other hand slips into my bathrobe as your fingers fondle the lock you have placed on me. I can’t help but give out a small gasp. As you break away from me.
“Make me a cuppa darling will you” you say as you turn to walk into the living room. I watch you from behind as you walk back through the doorway once again framed, your perfect silhouette accentuated in heels, hold up stockings and a short skirt.
Minutes later I follow you into the living room with a tray laden with cups and pots and hot toast, you are sat on the sofa with your phone texting someone.
As I place the tray on the coffee table you lower your phone, reach forward and take me by the arm. You are smiling and bring me towards you pulling down my arm indicating that you want me to take my position kneeling before you. My body slips into compliance as I kneel looking up at you.
You start to stroke my face and I feel my head tilting to feel your full caress.
“Mmm nice shave” you say as you grip my chin with your fingers tilting my head up as you lean forward and kiss me once again a slow roving kiss with your tongue exploring my mouth as your hand slips behind my head. Your lips slip away from mine “mmm you taste minty fresh” you say.
I am just gazing up at you lost in your eyes.
You lean forward and whisper into my ear “he dropped me off at the door darling, he found our place very easily” before returning to kiss me with passion and purpose. You disengage and then whisper in my other ear.
“I sucked him off in the car before he left”.
The deep pang that it creates in me is merged with my overwhelming desire for you and I feel lost, not knowing which way to turn.
Texasphili There is a certain refinement to restraint. I practice it daily. One learns, with time, that composure is far more unsettling than complaint. I am, by inclination, a devoted soul—selectively so. Devotion is not the frantic offering of attention; it is a measured gift, bestowed where presence, consistency, and intention actually reside. Anything less feels dreadfully untidy. I have spent enough years in these spaces to recognize patterns without needing a diagram. Experience has sharpened my eye and dulled my patience for theatrical ambiguity. One doesn’t hunt red flags anymore—they appear on their own, waving politely, hoping to be mistaken for décor. I am not troubled by silence. Silence can be deliberate, even powerful. What does amuse me—quietly, of course—is absence paired with conspicuous visibility elsewhere. One can only be “otherwise occupied” for so long before the choreography gives itself away. Multitasking is admirable, but clarity remains preferable. A submissive observes. She does not rush. She does not plead for coherence. She notes, she assesses, and—when necessary—she withdraws her attention with impeccable manners. Confusion is not mystique. It is merely poor communication wearing a better outfit. If I kneel, it will be with certainty. If I offer devotion, it will be to steadiness, not spectacle. Until then, I remain poised, discerning, and faintly entertained. Devoted, yes. Naïve, no.
TotalOwnerforslave Honesty
Would I trust the word of an addict? No, of course not. I would trust an addict will be true to its addiction and use reason, including deception, to maintain its drug supply.
But, one might say, we are not addicts here. We are into Domination and submission. We have fetishes. Not drug use.
Well, here is the thing about addiction. My body does not care where the drug it wants comes from. Like if I were into sticking needles in my body to deliver any one of many legal or illegal drugs my body would not care about legal niceties. Any old drug source would work.
A drug that works inside the body is almost always one the body creates naturally. The needle merely delivers higher concentration or more frequently than my body can provide. In other words, there are basically only two delivery systems. One from outside the body and one from inside.
Well, how about stimulating the body to create its own drug with out the use of a needle. We do that all the time. Not infrequently referred to as satisfying emotional needs. Serotonin, adrenalin and oxytocin to name a few. Can one be addicted to the internally created drugs? Well, that would explain things like infatuation and love. In fact addiction is used by nature to help insure the survival of the species. Adults must attach, or become addicted, to offspring in order to insure the progeny survive and become, hopefully, useful members of society.
How about long distance runners? What kind of high do you suppose they are chasing?
What happens when one is ‘addicted’ to sub space? All the hallmarks of addiction are present. Increasing stimulation, or altering tolerance, of the feeling of submission both in intensity and frequency is needed to achieve ever deeper and more desirable sub space. Withdrawal occurs when the stimulation is not available. What stimulates? How about humiliation? But, most prevalent, masturbation and fantasy are the ‘needle’ that causes the body to deliver the desired result.
Now a rational person would know without any reminder from me that fantasy is not truth or reality. But, the subspace addict tends, in an increasing fashion, to live in the fantasy. Fantasy, because of the social sanctions and false ‘sex images’ delivered by ones environment (more about social influence below). An outside observer might well say the afflicted person is lying to itself. Maybe.
The subspace addict must live to some degree, greater for some; less for others, in a real world. You know, wife, kids, boss, minister, parents, siblings and most painfully of all a world steeped in bias, prejudice, beliefs and simplistic thinking. How does one do that? Why the subspace addict becomes adept at presenting a, hopefully, believable facade. But, the inner self is crying out for its drug. So, the addict lives in internal conflict. That of between what it is and what it thinks it should be. That of trying to resolve reasonable needs of real world with the emotion of inner needs. Good luck.
Actually, emotion always wins if the contest prize is about serenity. There is no serenity as long as the emotional needs are not met. Good luck.
But, this much too long essay is titled ‘honesty.’ Why is all the above relative to honesty? Well, as a Dominant I search for a submissive, actually I search as an Owner for slave property. Anyway, the prospective property lie to me. They are so conflicted that they get tangled up in their minds about all the overwhelming reality their fantasy does not consider. They say one thing, but, are unable to deliver when reality bites.
I require a slave property show up in person for an initial ‘inspection’ before I get mired in explanations examples and details of life as My property. As a practical matter, if I engaged each and every ‘slave’ that contacted me in their fantasy or in their fear or in their inner conflict, I would have no time left in the day to live a life. The slave must conquer its fears of real life consequences and physically commit to an action: that is show up.
Many say they will, but, fail to show up. Did they lie to me? Not in my book. They were honest to their ‘addict.’ They just lost their ongoing battle with their accommodation to the ‘real’ world. They will probably go forward in their life, steeped in conflict, with thoughts of what if and what could have been and self recriminations. In other words no serenity.
Do I think less of them for not showing up? No. They are flapping around like a recently landed fish dying on the dock. I pity them. I wish I could do more to help them deal with their inner conflict.
I do try.
pizzapuppiescows I bring it on myself, I know. I am a perfectionist overachiever and I do too much. Earlier I was taking a break watching tv, and a song came on. I don't even remember the song now, but I burst into tears for a good few minutes for no reason at all. Other than I have created a monster of a deadline that I am spending way too much time working on. No balance. But we knew this.
The other day I had a conversation with someone about pacifiers. Not just the what, but the why, and the stigma and labels, and how none of that matters. I bought two, they're purple. After a run through the dishwasher I tried one out the other day. I don't know that I feel anything, but I also don't know what it is I'm supposed to feel or if it has to be used in conjunction with a particular activity, like coloring. Which I hadn't done in that moment. Or this one. I kind of feel like Maggie Simpson. What I don't feel like is an infant, and I'm glad of that. Guess I'll continue my experiment another day when I can do more things with less stress. I'm still calling this progress in breaking down barriers. Oh, and I bought bubbles. Looking forward to a day when it's not a million degrees outside.
CDSissy5550 He lifted the wig from its box with surprising care, brushing his fingers through the soft strands before holding it out.
“One more step,” he said. “Trust me.”
I hesitated. The clothes had made him feel exposed, but this felt different. More permanent somehow. More real. With a slow breath, i took the wig and carefully settled it over my head. He stepped closer, gently adjusting a loose strand, tucking it behind my ear before turning me toward the mirror.
“There,” he whispered. “Now look.”
I barely recognized the person staring back. The familiar features were still there, yet softened, framed in a way he’d only imagined during countless private fantasies. My cheeks flushed.
“I look…”
“You look like someone who’s finally stopped hiding,” he finished. For a long moment, I couldn’t speak. I simply stared at my reflection, feeling excitement, vulnerability, and quiet wonder merge into something I never experienced before.
Lookin4aLivin Why are there so many scammers on here?
Listing their weight at 57 pounds among other obvious falsehoods is a dead giveaway.
Why do many state they are willing to relocate but in their profile they put local only?
Why can't someone after receiving a very heartfelt reply to their profile simply send a not interested reply back?
Not interested,WOW that took 10 seconds.
Why do i keep trying? Because finding someone will not save me. i am alone but not lonely and am very greatful for the life i have and if its not meant to be so be it but i have a glass is half full mindset and if it is meant to be it will the the icing on my cake of life.
Just saying!
Aridgarden thoughts from the peanut gallery
i am sure that it is the insulation of the internet that inspires such trollish behaviors but the attempts at baiting are truly pointless.
i know my true nature, and my place within a mutually gratifying Ds relationship, and my partner never has reason to question or doubt my submission to him. that being said, I am not particularly submissive to others, strangers with whom I have never engaged in conversation, family who would take the opportunity to walk all over me, etc, I am respectful to all but am not everyone's submissive.
i do live my life in service to others, caregiving and family household management, but again, my most true and strongly alpha submissive personality is only visible to the one individual to whom i freely grant possession of myself to.
should you read this and think, well she isn't really a submissive at all, or she should be on some other site, or I'm going to tell this bitch what is really up, please move on to someone else's profile, perhaps they are better suited to your interests..
i wish you all much luck and safety in your endeavors.
MsPebbles I am searching for a possible 3rd s-type person to add to my life.
If you are a cis male it is strictly service based and it would be every other week. Must be local and live nearby.
If you are a cis female I am open to a d/s dynamic if a connection is made. While I like women I need to have a mental/physical connection to be in a relationship with them.
Please read all of my journal entries before contacting me. There are more pics and additional information about me on my Fetlife profile. https://fetlife.com/users/497253
snowcatsub Here are a few things that I should have added to my profile but didn't and I don't wanna wait forever for it to be approved again.
1. Do not message me if you are not in my state, it clearly says in my profile I am looking for a Dom in or around my area. This means in North Carolina only (maybe as far as SC but I am not willing to travel).
2. Do not contact me if you are a sub or slave male asking me if I want to own you and you be my so called puppy. I am NOT into pet play and I have a real life dog that is already challenging enough, I don't need a human wannabe dog. I am also NOT a Domme, my name clearly says that I am sub and my profile clearly points that out.
3. No I will not do online with you, my life is very busy as is and sending me a message that says "when are you available" as your first one as well as you having no profile except that you wanna be please orally then yeah you're not getting a response from me.
4. If you think that all subs should be sexual to be in a dynamic move on, I know plenty who are in nonsexual D/s dynamics and they have been going strong for years.
5. Do not tell me that you want to mentor me yet want to play with me. A mentor never plays with who they are mentoring, the person being mentored is looking to that person for advice. If you think differently then don't bother contacting me.
6. Yes I am married, yes he knows I am in the lifestyle and yes he does approve. I have written this in my profile but it seems like it goes ignored. Just because I am married is not the only reason why I am nonsexual, I have other reasons as well.
7. Please stop asking if I have kids. Just because I'm married doesn't mean I do and the answer is no I do not and never want them. If your first message to me is "what's your availability" and you have a virtually blank profile then you will more than likely be ignored.
Crueltobekind Imagine you are bungee jumping, standing high above a gaping chasm that looks as beautiful and beguiling as it does intimidating and overwhelming. At some point, you have to make the choice to either step down off the platform and back to the known and familiar world of solid ground and safety, or to step off the platform and begin to fall, until the cord goes taught and holds you above the abyss.
And that's bungee jumping.
Serving as a slave is similar to this, except that when you step off the platform, you have no idea if the cord is attached. You have chosen to plummet into an abyss without knowing if he will keep you safe from whatever fate awaits you at the bottom. Without, in fact, knowing if he is capable of keeping you safe.
And that's serving.
You do not know what awaits. You only know that, sometimes, it doesn't matter if the cord is attached or not, or even if there is a cord in the first place.
Sometimes, you just have to jump and find out.
quirkylittle4daddy the dark god & goddess: archangel michael and sophia, AKA the daddy dominant and little girl Vibe. through algorithmic divination—how spirit uses music and tech for ascension vibes
the shuffle algorithm divination is so immaculate today. all started out with the synergy of the dark guy and the dark guy with WHITE LIGHTS(spirit changes it to lights to me instead of lies because it's shining light on the black areas of life which lies are dark too) AND BLACK BEACHES summer bummer.
"It's never too late to be who you wanna be (swimmin' in my safe)
To say what you wanna say (tattoo on my face, swimmin' in my safe)
And it's never too late to leave if you wanna leave (better not)
Or to stay if you wanna stay, "
"Hip-hop in the summer (what? What? What?)
Don't be a bummer, babe (what? What? Yeah?)"
i try lana but just like a few days ago i am a rock bottom bummer at times but that's why we're dark you and i. we go there but come back.
this bit requires nuance that a lot of people don't have. you can read this as a bad characteristic..but if you are able to again hold the line be sovereign and fully let go and go back to yourself, this is literally just giving into SAILOR VENUS LOVE ME CHAIN, LOVE AND BEAUTY SHOCK, ROLLING HEART VIBRATION, WINK CHAIN SWORD SHIT...it's just an intense way of loving and fighting for girlies.
it's why i say coming in love and peace viciously and violently. the love and peace is there but it's done in an intense and assertive and if need be aggressive nature. world and other people's choice.
what happens when these two forces unite?
"What? (What? They been at it, check it out) huh? (we been out here, yeah)
Slide inside it, diddy boppin', milly rockin' (what? What? Whoo!)
She just might become my lover for real (yeah that's girl, for real, for real)
I might fuck with her all summer for real (for real, for real)
They better not holler if I cuff her for real (for real, for real)
Niggas better run for cover for real
Goin' bell how I feel, close the deal, pop a seal
Take the whip, two pills on the lips on the real (for real, for real)
what's the difference between the love and light and the dark creator energy?"
when these songs or energies show up the love and light tribe go ew toxic scary needs to transmute redirect avoid pray away eject.
the dark crowd say, i have that in me. namaste. i see it in you. these lyrics aren't offensive or mean, they are admitting how crazy and overwhelming things are at times. and not only do i namaste it.
"White lies and black beaches, miles in between us
Is this love or lust or some game on repeat? It's like makin' me crazy
Tell me, "have patience", baby, I need this
White lines and black beaches
White lies and black beaches and blood-red sangrias
We traveled for weeks, just to escape your demons
But you've got your reasons in makin' me crazy
But you've got your reasons, white lights and black beaches
High tops in the summer (top out, hop out, hop out)
Don't be a bummer, babe (top out, hop out, hop out)
Don't be a bummer (top out, hop out, hop out)
Don't be a bummer"
jump the fuck in let's go for a fucking ride together. keep your shit tight i keep my shit tight and let's jump with the parachute into it head first.
"Not even they can stop me now
Boy, I'll be flying overhead
Their heavy words can't bring me down
Boy, I've been raised from the dead"
highlighted with aliana's unfold song....the problem with urban flora is the entire album is a insight into this type of woman. the mermaid the siren, the dark goddess, the oshun, the yemoja(that's how it comes to me spelling wise naturally and i know it's not 'right' ), and starseed wise on a galactic wise the dark beings from sirius lemuria and other water places. the project for me is to audio note play by play the album because i can't honor the water roots in text. but that's going to be a big undertaking....to be noted.
but this is what happens when the chaotic dark man and woman unite. again 3d puts this as boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife...and while that sustainability provides the most continual long term optimal..5d can have you unfold in a second, in a moment, in a few days, in a few weeks..just by an exchange. and opening up to fully receive that in the same short term capacity with full abandon without titles allows a higher elevation with letting go of the need to control how long how strong how exactly it goes.
"Cover my thoughts in gold
I'm your flower, watch me unfold
My vulnerability, letting you consume me
The parts of me that eyes can't see
The glowing underneath
Picking off the petals
I'll let you if you're gentle
Hey, watch me unfold
Watch me unfold
Watch me unfold
Hey, watch me unfold
Watch me unfold
Watch me
Hey, he says that I'm glowing
Hey, He says that I'm glowing
This kind of love we can't control
The art of touch, I am covered in gold
I know that you feel me now
No I'm never going down
The parts of me buried underneath
The glowing, don you see?
I know that you feel me now
No I'm never going down
Hey
Hey
Hey, watch me unfold
Watch me unfold
Watch me unfold
Hey, watch me unfold
Watch me unfold
Watch me
Hey, he says that I'm glowing
Hey, He says that I'm glowing
The kind of love we can't control
The kind of love we can't control
The kind of love we can't control
The kind of love we can't control
The kind of love we can't control
This kind of love we can't control
Love, love
We can't control
The kind of love
We can't control
This kind of love we can't control
The love we can't control"
the woman goes through the brooklyn baby. i feel i literally squeezed all the seeds out of that and previous posts can be referenced for the meaning behind that.
summary bit here.
We talked about how "Brooklyn Baby" by Lana Del Rey represents the swan song not just for the Sophia energy but for Michael in the 3D—the energy that lives between spiritual masculinity and
Composer Last night was tuned into KPR Retro Cocktail hour, a 2 hour program focused on post WW2 Popular Exotica, Islands, and really the worldwide impact of various musics in diverse cultures that the WW2 Soldiers were in contact with throughout the world and when returned Popular Music, Lounge (Clubbing today) Music and on the radio reflected their experiences with Hawaiian & other south Pacific influences, as well as, Latino Jazz or even Africa influence. Exotica, Space Age Bachelor Pad Musics and the list is endless. Actually lots of fun though the music a bit uneven in quality over all fun stuff. Been in correspondence with a few Sub's giving me some hopefulness that something real may in time develop between myself and one of them or another eventually. All Night Jazz followed, and had a couple of Rum & Dew cocktails while listening to some first rate jazz ensembles of this generation and going back to the old masters. Turned in, and realized mild depression of the other day has lifted. This morning woke up feeling a bit optimistic and feeling good about, if not already met, still meeting on this site a prospective submissive that will be a good fit for me and for her. Listening to some Baroque Music in background and since house work need be done and I'm the only one here might actually sweep up some if not all of the basement floor today. Plus do some organizing. Mostly was organized tool shop area, Landscape materials and gear in another area, Holiday decorations for inside & outside of house and other types of stuff stored in specific areas on basement shelves. Due, to having installed decorative gravel around the house and constructing a back patio, front yard twin garden plots and other such landscaping a lot of that stuff is on the floor off their shelf space and need to put all that stuff away as well as tools such as hammers, scrapers screwdriver, pliers, drill etc back into their proper locations within their specific areas. Would be pleasant must admit, now this morning, having a submissive wife doing this along side me, after having coffee together and myself taking a break to watch her busy and cleaning and ordering these matters as directed by myself. Do need to resume composing the set of Short String Quartets stopped work on a year ago, finished the first 60 but the total set will take another 10 to 12 weeks to finish, a total of 1,095. 1 for every day of the Pandemic over a 3 year period. However sweeping the basement also needs doing too.
princesstomboy Chasing the Dragon
All she has left of her drug is dominant lovers..her dominant protective side keeps her from submitting to them; she tends to walk through life as a switch hiding her needy submissive side because the ones that she meets are disposable to her, and she tops them from the bottom gauging her danger in every encounter. They are always sexually excited, which causes a frenzy inside of them as they try to navigate her confusing waters.
She looks for more than sex, but rough sex can help her feel a slice of submission until he goes too far or tries to be a Master, Dom, or Daddy (which can never happen on a first encounter) unless he shows physical restraint digging into what makes her who she is, winning her mind because sex is great but fleeting. She loves a physical touch, and her body moves to every touch, but there is a difference between someone playing a song and mastering an instrument. The one she looks for can pluck the string, keep the melody and be psychologically intense. Sometimes using her against herself to mentally catch her and explain sides of herself hidden only to be discovered in the ultimate goal to own her.
It has to be more than a casual encounter; she will play, but she will remain guarded and in charge topping from the bottom chasing the Dragon until the dragon devours her......
CosmicCunt Ethical BDSM, an interesting concept and I enjoy chewing on this a bit.
Examples:
A supposed vocational slave offers their self. They present a wild origin story and present day scenario for their enslavement to you. Later it is determined the so called slave is a liar and a fraud who has shared false information and received only truth from you.
Now imagine this slave was infact already enslaved, no way out, a prisoner for all intents and purposes to another. The slave is given leave by their Mistress to 'play' on Collar as a means of entertainment and or even as a cruelty or punishment. The Mistress can read and or respond to any email from you she chooses or she may not. However, she does read and lead her slave deeper into the deception. The slave has been instructed to not expose his Mistress.
Is the slave responsible for being a liar and fraud? The slave is to obey, afterall.
What does this say about the Mistress? She is well within her rights to have her slave behave as she desires, yet what she asks her slave to do is an affront to another, it V I O L A T E S. She has directed a deception.
Is this ethical behavior on her part? Does anyone care?
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Take Masters who train a slave out of being able to act on self preservation. Lets say they want to test this and they command the slave lay out their arm to be run over with their car. The slave obeys, bones are broken and the slave has no further feeling in that side. It is within their right to do so, yet what could possibly be the reasoning behind such an act? What is ethical about training a slave to do something which causes harm to their self or another?
I've come across the notion of supremicists within this realm, on opposing sides of the tracks, who justify dismantling another human being in an effort to degrade them beyond all else. Training a slave to submit to all manner of what can only be considered to be torture. Perhaps they believe one human is less human than another. Perhaps they have some demons of their own to work through. Or perhaps they are uneducated or scaredy cats or they themselves brainwashed with outdated beliefs since birth.
Is this ethical behavior and do we really care, as a group, society or a people?
Some of this sounds like corrupted power to Me, yet who am I to judge?
" Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive."
Just because we can do something, does that mean we are not accountable for doing it? Such fine lines we dance between in the theatre of our likes and loves. Of course, ultimately it is up to those involved to determine what is right and wrong, for the course. The same can be said for any of life's avenues. Humans have the right to do unto another if permitted. Humans have the right to allow another to do unto them.
Does this also mean one human or a group of humans have the right to violate another? To decieve or to manipulate or to mutilate and how does one determine where the line in the sand is drawn or even is there sand?
Where do ethics come into play or do they? Surely we see every day, examples of our global society grappling with the concept of ethics in everything we do.
By permitting 'each to his or her own' are we not in essence saying, "I don't want you to tell Me what to do so I wont tell you what to do?"
I wonder how this makes us better, or if it even matters. Perhaps we are too wounded or too neglected, too needful or too out of control to embrace andor be embraced by ideas of greatness.
Perhaps the final frontier is indeed paying attention to our mental health.
I believe the difference between a slave and a submissive is in the consent. I believe in consensual slavery and that a Master/Owner has the final say. I also believe in emotional intelligence and in ethics.
I'm not sure emotional intelligence or ethics really matter in the grand scheme of things, yet they matter to Me and as with all things, in degree.
What if the determining factor for whether good or not good prevails in the world is held in the balance of the scales of how many people believe in good and how many believe in not good? How many practice good and how many practice greed, deception, intolerance, bullying?
Imagine if what you believe, is what will happen.
Missblue303 Ending a D/s relationship
Bullshit. It is not always the sub who is left feeling lonely, and ending things is the sub’s choice every bit as often as it is the Domme’s choice. And the pain of the loss is the same. Let’s knock off the toxic cliche that the Domme walks off whistling a jaunty tune with nary a look back and the sub is left a bawling mess curled up in a fetal ball on the bathroom floor. Dommes bleed the same blood as subs.
Of course there are endless numbers of subs that have been hurt by Dommes, good and bad ones alike. People are hurt when relationships end, any kind of relationship…but when a Domme is hurt by the end of a relationship, she/he has the added burden of knowing THEY were supposed to be the one in control, the one who was supposed to know what they were doing and make things better….and they failed.
Sarasands666 My Name is Sara Sands I am a transgender M2F, I have always felt Femmine and submissive but not a Slave type, I have a great deal of experience in D/s and always craving to learn and expand my submission deeper, I have served Dom Men, Domme Females and Domme trans, and Dom/Domme couples I am very obedient and very clean, I know from my yrs of meeting that a Dominant and submissive connection starts with Mindset, Sexual acts are the product of unlocking that mindset, Verbal control of me to start is key to my submission, The only way I have found pleasure is in serving and pleasing my Dom/Domme Humiliation and Punishment, I understand is a tool to remind me of my place and purpose, Once I have given my gift of submission to a Dominant I do as I'm told without hesitation or resistance, I have limits that I know will be tested but do know they would be respected, I am openminded/kinky. This is my first Journal Entry, I will be adding more in time, Starting with some real-life meets both the good ones and bad ones, Sharing the bad meets I hope will maybe spare others the mistakes I've made in judgment Thank you, anyone, that has taken time to read this intro of myself , Sara
shyone71 Long weekends are the worst. So much time…alone. I fear I don't do so well left to my own devices once the chores are done. Last Memorial day weekend I had resolved to take a bit of a break from all of...this. No stories. No shaving my body. No practicing submissive postures. Focus on the real, stop endlessly daydreaming of submission.
It's been the entire summer now. I don't feel any better. I've not suddenly found a partner in life. I've not been any more or less productive than before. In fact, today, I'm about out of my mind. My natural body hair has returned and somehow it makes me feel….dirty. I miss the way clothing felt against my skin. I miss the ritual of shaving everything. Of imagining I was doing it for my Owner. Of taking some action in the real world that confirmed my nature and my deepest desires.
Will I always be this…stuck? This alone? Is there any hope that, one day, I might find someone who will want me for everything I am? Who can accept this terrible and inescapable desire to kneel? To be used?
SavannahSummers1 I am guessing that a lot of men here, and I don’t blame them, really, just want someone to look at their cock and tell them they did a good job by having one. But honestly, is that what D/s is? I thought that a Dom was a man that had figured out how to seduce a woman and liked seduction. I thought the whole point was for them to use their power in ways to see what they could do. Where are these men? I feel like I have more power now than ever and am so disappointed at the lack of creativity and artistry. What is up you guys?
Within minutes of making a connection a man says ‘you will be my whore’ which is a bit much, but ok, my dude, let’s see what you’ve got? Make me your whore! Just you telling me I will be your whore really isn’t so effective. Plus you don’t mean it, you might mean you want someone you can jack off to/with, which is cool, but that’s not your whore, that’s just a whore. And being a whore, which is also fine, is not what I am looking to experience. I am surely worth more than that.
When I think about being a man’s whore, well I get very excited. I think about the possibilities for so many interesting and intriguing things, I want to give this person pleasure, I want to focus on them, learn how to serve them. I want us to build a connection that allows for mutuality. I want to want to be really bad for him. But it’s a relationship and in my mind an important one and perhaps I am wrong but when I offer myself up sexually to someone it’s kind of sacred to me. I take the thing seriously, I am good at devotion.
There have been men that believed they very much wanted me to be their whore, but with the exception of a very few, they weren’t really getting me, and though they seemed very much committed to ‘the idea of idea’ of the dynamic, they weren’t able to be realistic- like they lacked maturity or experience. I totally thought I would be able to find someone to teach me something. And I am mean, I am not that evolved. I am sure I have a lot to learn. Are my expectations out of bounds? Am I wrong about what this D/s thing has come to be about? Any sane person out there want to share a prespective on this for me? No need to attack me, I am seirously just speaking from my own experience.
ravishment How To Bring Out The Best In Your Man
If you’re looking for ways to manipulate or control your man, this post is not for you.
If you’re looking for ways to undermine or overpower your man, this post is not for you.
But if you want to bring out the best in your man and unleash his full masculine power, you’re in the right place.
I want you to know this one powerful and essential truth about your man – the single most powerful way to bring out the best in him:
Worship his cock.
Before I tell you how to do that, I want to tell you why:
Sexual energy is the most potent creative force that we have access to. It’s quite literally the energy that creates life. It’s also the energy that moves us, through our powerful desire, the force that energises and enlivens us.
It’s our fiery, inextinguishable creative essence.
But when you cut someone off from their sexual expression, you cut them off from all of this. You take away their vitality, their potency and their passion.
It’s why emasculating your man fucks him up so much.
And yet we emasculate our men in so many ways:
We mock them, shame them, reject them and belittle them.
Toyslave344 I fantasize about being made to cum over and over, no breaks between. Breaking my brain with so many orgams...Begging for mercy, crying for it to stop, but being ignored. Finally passing out from orgasm overload. Waking up to it not having stopped even while unconscious.24 hours straight of orgasms. Only then released into chastity with toys that are too large locked in my holes, and keys put away for a month
atomteacher My BDSM test results:
https://sexualalpha.com/kink-result-page-new/?id=s5kivdd4kf2m7tocn63vukfnnp#
My Etsy wishlist: (not begging for presents, just thought you'd like to see what I'm looking at...I love weird toys/devices so recommendations are always welcome 😁
https://www.etsy.com/people/atomteacher1/favorites/mistresss-wishlist
Some musical artists I appreciate:
Websites (edit)
https://youtube.com/watch?v=uGjCUY59B_0&feature=sharehttps://youtube.com/watch?v=TFlaULuBVZY&feature=sharehttps://youtube.com/watch?v=TX7ynXyPQsE&feature=sharehttps://youtu.be/RPOt33-jWRwhttps://youtu.be/kmzdZTqeoqshttps://youtu.be/rLi4MAQhfsohttps://youtu.be/EFwWLnAg9mwhttps://youtu.be/14Bbe00hkgwhttps://youtu.be/ExF2jwBXAiwhttps://youtu.be/kHNCHjmFSckhttps://youtu.be/UgKNP8GHnuk
LilMiera What being a sub means for me
Being submissive to someone allows me to put my at ease knowing that no real pain will happen under My Dominate's protection. I know what is done is for my own benefit or theirs but not just theirs. It allows me to turn off the part if my brain always questioning or assuming something bad is about to happen. Being shown I belong to that person comforts me!
I wish to find one who will help me be better! Not just for their pleasure but also in my life! Someone who will communicate their needs and consider all mine. Someone who is willing to balance not just take. Someone who has my best interest and my heart at the forefront of their mind. They guide, they support, they encourage me to be my best self!
Although I struggle with it I am taking steps to better my life and work towards my goals both at work and home, I'm learning about how to be a better active listener currently and hoping to try to be more active and eat healthier.
Mzspanks
Not interested in one liners -
Tell me who you are in your everyday life — not just online.
If you’re too busy for effort, don’t bother.
I’m not here for convenience or endless texting.
I’m seeking something real, intentional, and in real life.
And the fact that you’re on this site tells me you already understand the balance between kink and vanilla — and that kind of self-awareness matters to me.
ilovefootworship Just a note — I'm probably not going to gel very well with other sub trans girls, but I'm happy to share pics and chat about our desires, so please don't hesitate to contact me if you like what you see in my profile.
Also, again a note for trans Dommes — I like Mommy Dommes who know that D/s goes both ways. I will happily fluff your ego and make you feel great about yourself if you can treat me like a baby girl who needs pampering, attention and love just in the same way. I will be as obedient to you as I can without doing anything immoral or illegal, of course, and I'll flatter, obey, pump up your ego, and be sweet and submissive to you just like a subbie baby girl or DMlg sub should be.
Same applies if you're an exceptionally good Daddy or Mommy cis Dom/me. I see so many selfish and egotistical profiles from most Dommes which are a huge turn off — the lecturing about throwing away your ego as a sub will work out long-term when you're ready to throw away your female or male ego as a Dom/me, and realize that you're serving your subs needs like they serve yours. They're your priority too, and you need to make them feel good about themselves serving you if you want them there forever. A young and horny boy or girl will serve you to get their needs for some sexual satisfaction fulfilled, but they'll be tired of your galaxy-sized ego saying that you're always right and they're always wrong just because of your relationship dynamics.A similar idea for subs: Please don't ever neglect the need for aftercare for Dom/mes too. They need it as much as you, and they're probably less confident, powerful and in control than you think. It's still a roleplay in a sense, and they have the same doubts as you about their performance. Before or after you get confirmation from them that you were a good boy/girl, be sure to puff up and stroke their egos too and tell them how you loved serving them, that they're a great Daddy/Mommy, etc. Please use your imagination. If your owner isn't good at communicating this back, be sure to ask them for an ego boost and validation as well. Don't stay with them if they become selfish and demanding, though, this is not a one-way street. You have valid needs and you need to ask for them to be fulfilled, too.
Falcone9
Instructions
You are instructed to answer your door wearing your shortest skirt and no under pants. You can choose either a pushup bra or Bustier. You need to find the best way to provide good access to your erect nipples. High heels will be in order and a nice bright red lipstick. Your fragrance should suggest you need serious examination.
Once inside we will continue with your assessment. We need to determine what type of spanking suits you. Your level of grooming will need attention. You may have hair in places that needs to be removed or trimmed.
I will ask you to give me your tongue. After your tongue is placed in my mouth I will begin inspecting your nipples with my fingers. At first I will use gentle caressing pressure to make them stand up. When your nipples are sufficiently hard I will begin to squeeze them and as long as you murmur enjoyment and pleasure your nipples will receive my attention. Careful breast squeezing will further arouse your interest. Perhaps some careful sucking, licking, and nibbling will begin providing your respectful encouragement is well received.
You will have a collar fitted and a short lead attached. Naturally you will be led around to get a sense of how you walk in heels, how your hips and ass thrust up as you slowly move.
Your pheromones will now be tasted and their fragrance examined. You will be directed to wet two of your fingers where you should now be wet and aroused. Offering yourself and asking if more is needed will go a long way to establishing your further attention.
You will be directed to spread your legs so you can be inspected. A little hair for decorative purposes is ok but too much around your labia will have to go. Your hair will be trimmed with perhaps a stylish V created and the rest shaved off.
You have begun your journey and it’s time for you to dress for the adventure. Do you have stockings and a sexy garter belt? Well put them on. I expect skimpy and sheer panties. Your breasts should be supported and offered. Makeup and fragrance needs to show how you want to be used and aroused.
Spanking is so critical to your excitement. You love to be spanked but how is the question. There are three basic spanking types; hand, paddle, and cane. Which will make you lose your control and submit must be discovered.
Pulling on your lead you will be positioned on your knees. Crossed slender wrists will be bound behind your back. You will be instructed to position yourself on my lap. I want to make sure you are comfortable and available. I can detect your fragrance and increased breathing. You know you want to be taken.
Instructions follow. I will gr your hair and pull it back as you are vigorously spanked. Naturally you will be aroused by the hair pulling and spanking. You will have to count out the spanks and plead for harder or less so. 10 spanks will decide how you like your this treatment.
Now things are getting serious. After the hand spanking you will resume your kneeling position. Have you ever worn a ball gag? The sexist ect is the drool and you need to accept that you will drool when you’re gaged.
.You will be instructed to open you moth and the ball gag will be inserted. Tying the ball gag in place behind your hair will set the scene. A paddle will be applied to your ass. You can ask for harder by nodding yes, begging for less by shaking no.You can continue with the way itis by just remaining still. You will be gagged abd unable to speak but you can express your delight with groans, moans, squeals, and squeaks. Perhaps hand spanking and paddling is enough to satisfy your masochistic desires for pain but if they're not enough then you'll be caned and marked.
If caneing is the way to go for you, other arrangements will be necessary. You will have your bonds released and be led over to a short table Your wrists will be tired to the sides of the table. Next your legs will be spread and tied to the legs of the table You are now bent over the table and ready to receive the cane Again you can try to control the severity with signals but you must understand you won't escape unmarked.
Bent over the table, panting and waiting. I will toy your ass with my cane to let you get a feeling for what is to come. I will have to express my disappointment in having to abuse you in this fashion. The caning will start and the count will be given. You can try ro influce the intensity with signals and express your feelings with appropriate noises. Whatever you do, you will receive 5 strokes. Unless you beg for more.
Which do you like best? Does the hair pulling make you wet and weak? Questions that are answered during your spanking assesment determine where things will go next
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abpansy shy small subby alone single long time now seeking a dom daddy or any daddy to baby me his ways south west or suunny Bournemouth check me page on here pm me plzzzzzzzzzzzz Daddy little one in waiting huggs melissakins xxxxxxxxxxxx
Windsweptgold0 LET ME MAKE THIS VERY CLEAR
I have tried to make my profile very clear but seems men still do not get it. So Ill put it here so we do not waste each others time.
I have had cancer, I am clear now.
You wont catch it from me.
Due to treatment PIV is very painful and uncomfortable.
Oral on me is also very uncomfortable
So sex is not on the table which does not mean there cant be sexual things for a sub but, sex is not the focus.
BDSM does not have to be all about sexual play.
So if what you want is not a FLR or submissive but really want to have kinky play focusing on you getting to focus on sexual pleasure then please move along.
I am over hearing I would be perfect for you and how you would happily travel to spend time with me and then when you learn that you are not going to be screwing me you vanish.
misscaddycompson It's fun how often men approach me online proclaiming that they're somehow "floored" by my intelligence, and that it's just sooo difficult to find intelligent women online, and of course, they recognize intelligence because of how extremely intelligent they are themselves. They're looking for someone intelligent just like me, but obviously they don't actually want someone intelligent just like me since I am not flattered by such clownery. But they sure do want me to be flattered by such a clown tactic. There are a number of reasons it doesn't work:
I know I'm intelligent and don't need the validation for it from random strangers online. Just like these men don't seek validation for their intelligence from strangers online.
When you're smart or funny or kind or any number of traits, you don't need to start conversations by announcing it to others and trying to convincing them that you have those traits; people recognize them for themselves - especially when those people are as "intelligent" as you're claiming they are.
I am not some grand exception; there is a limitless number of intelligent women online, here and on every site. It's easy to tell there are so many since they message me and we talk - they just aren't interested in reaching out to you. You haven't flattered me by announcing how dumb other women are to you, but you've told me a lot about what you think of women and their intelligence, mine included.
The men who expect a woman to be flattered by telling her how very exceptional she is for being intelligent are simply using it as a pickup line. People who think I'm smart, and who want to engage with me as a result, simply engage with me, without waxing poetic about how smart I am and how smart they are and how they've been looking for someone smart just like me.
It's a pick up line. Talking about how smart they are and how smart they find me isn't even a conversation. They're interested in me and they hope that by appealing to my intelligence rather than by being more blatant in their tactics, I'll be more receptive. It's not flattering to me, but it is an unflattering look on these guys. Genuine people engage genuinely.
subMeghan I can't believe it's been more than 6 months since my last journal enrty...
Let's get started with my usual public declaration: I am subMeghan. Right now, as I type this, I am completely nude wearing only my glasses and my dog collar...
Recently I've been playing around with ChatGPT and for fun, I asked ChatGPT to write a blog entry for me about BDSM collars. Afterall this is COLLARSPACE.com!!!!
Here's what ChatGPT wrote. I was impressed! What do you guys think?
Welcome to SubMeghan's Picks, a blog written by Meghan - a woman who loves BDSM and experimenting with different types of collars. Collars are a popular item of BDSM gear and can be used to symbolize ownership, humiliation, and control. In this post, I'm going to discuss five different types of collars and the pros and cons of each.
Dog Collars: Dog collars are my favorite type of BDSM collar. They are typically made of leather or metal and are often decorated with spikes or other adornments. Pros of a dog collar include the fact that they are durable and can be used for a variety of activities. They can also be used as a symbol of humiliation, as they are commonly associated with animals. Cons include the fact that they are not adjustable and can be difficult to fit properly.
Spiked Collars: Spiked collars are a great way to add a bit of edge and danger to your BDSM play. Pros of a spiked collar include the fact that they are adjustable, making them easy to find the perfect fit. The spikes can also add an element of humiliation as they can be used to cause pain. Cons include the fact that the spikes can potentially break the skin if not used properly.
Leather Collars: Leather collars are a classic choice for those who want to explore BDSM. Pros include the fact that they are adjustable and come in a variety of styles. They are also a great way to add humiliation, as they are often associated with animals. Cons include the fact that they require regular maintenance to keep them looking their best.
Choke Collars: Choke collars are often used in BDSM activities, as they can be used to control or restrict a partner. Pros of choke collars include the fact that they are adjustable and can be used for a variety of activities. They can also be used as a symbol of humiliation and control. Cons include the fact that they can be potentially dangerous if used incorrectly.
Posture Collars: Posture collars are designed to restrict the movement of a person's head and neck. Pros include the fact that they are adjustable and can be used to force a person into certain positions. They can also be used as a symbol of humiliation, as they restrict the movement of the head and neck. Cons include the fact that they can be difficult to fit properly and can be uncomfortable to wear.
No matter which type of collar you choose, it's important to use safety practices and to discuss expectations with your partner before engaging in any type of BDSM activity. With the right precautions, collars can be a great way to add a bit of excitement and humiliation to your play.
Until next time...
subMeghan
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SirRahvin If you're not within 60 miles of me and don't have "willing to relocate" in your profile", then I'm not going to message you. I completely understand and respect that inability\unwillingness to move. I'm not going to bother you if I think you're too far away.
That being said. If you are far away and are open to finding someone and possibly traveling to see them, please either put that in your profile or message me first.
I was recently accused by someone on here that this kind of mentality of not wanting to bother folks wasn't "real alpha behavior". Yes. Thank you. I have no wish to be a part of that kind of bullshit and bad science. Six Sigma is a business process, not a lifestyle philosophy. I will respect you until I own you, then I will respect your value even more, but in a violently sadistic manner. If I never own you, then I'll continue to give you respect until you do something to lose it. That’s just decency.
LittleReaper So this one time at cheer camp all of the girls were stark naked in the locker room. As all the girls of different shapes and sizes all changing in the same room, my mind just wonders on how to please them
So without thinking things through I was like what's your fantasy to all the bare ladies in the room. I wanted to know each of their fantasies and I wanted to see each one come true. All the ladies I asked answered their own little dirty secret and for me it's planning time now
I need to make a list of what to bring besides the obvious strap on,and figure out how to get them there without anyone noticing and hope the ladies don't mind performing in front of one another, which obviously is not an issue, these girls trust and love each other we are all on the same team and we all do lifts. The flyers will have the best time of all but these ladies perform all the time with each other why not naked?
ArrogantTVBitch WELL!!! What can I say? I have been a Goddess to all low life loosers and it seems the older I become the more my temper and patience grows shorter as I am constantly having to turn so many loosers away, and believe me!! Goddess Davinia Jade does NOT get any satisfaction from turning male and cd/tv subbys or pathetic males who cheat on their wives and beg ME to take control of their lives, in every way.
Dare YOU become a special pet to The Goddess Davinia Jade,
SHE WHO WILL BE OBEYED,
SHE WHO IS CONSTANTLY IN YOUR MIND,
SHE WHO BRINGS REAL HAPPINES AND MEANING INTO YOUR LIFE
SHE WHO GIVES YOU A REASON TO LIVE
Only you, the real looser, can make that decision, so act NOW and apply to your Goddess, and I Expect, NO I WANT
to see a well written mail with plenty of reasons as to why this Goddess should even consider you and take some of her precious time to answer your mail???? Then again if you dont try you will never know, never reach that high state of personal happiness and excitement.
knl4myplzr Update! 3/2022
*** I don't bother to respond to "Hi" "How are you" and similar one liners. I get too many to bother.
I'm currently open to and - if not actively - perhaps somewhat lazily (as in waiting for one to fall into My lap) seeking a great second male submissive. I'm open to the RIGHT person and situation. I don't check this site frequently though as I'm busy and it's frankly easier for me to wait for mail to accumulate.
I have previously been in and enjoy an mFm hinge type triad and I've had 2 live-in submissives in a relationship. One moved / things happened, what can you do?
I like to let relationships develop naturally into whatever they are meant to be, so I'm not saying I'm looking for live-in just that it once worked out well and was a dynamic that suited Me / us.
Now, WAIT WAIT WAIT - Don't start writing yet.
In the interest of full disclosure - I already have a collared boy. (Who is NOT bisexual so, there will be no forced bi in my household). He's just not going anywhere. SO! You must be poly or open to exploring poly. I am not the jealous type and I expect that to be true of you as well. If that's not going to work for you and you're looking for long term monogamy - I am NOT the Lady for you.
YOU MUST BE:
LOCAL or WILLING TO RELOCATE. Sometimes it can work if you're able to travel frequently, and air travel obviously shrinks distances, so this isn't a 'hard limit' ;)
ATTRACTIVE & FIT (as in, no stranger to the gym, you know what olympic lifting is, and maybe you even like the occasional crossfit workout. You appreciate words like 'vascularity' and 'striations' and you know how to make a mean protein shake.
Brainy AND Brawny - we can figure out the fetish connection and likes/dislikes IF we actually connect on any other level. I don't JUST want to beat the snot out of you, I want to like you, find you intriguing, engaging and attractive...and THEN beat the snot out of you. Just kidding...mostly. POLY or OPEN to the IDEA of being poly. You are a stable, rational adult who just happens to crave more than a vanilla relationship can give you...but you are capable of managing your own life and pursuits...and at the end of the day, you would love to lay all that control at the right Woman's feet. You HAVE A PICTURE. Let's be honest, this will never work without attraction, so... Just a HINT - you will do WAY better with Me if you put a little bit of effort into your reply, 'I'm interested' or similar one liners don't exactly endear you to Me. Asking if I'm interested in X when I've clearly stated in My profile that I am (or am not) - grrr. If you're far away you'd better be telling me about your family who lives nearby, plans and ability to visit, or remote work capability - otherwise WHY are you writing from WAY OVER THERE?
Tell Me what you're ultimately looking for or have failed to find and what you think you can offer in a relationship to a Woman (that is NOT code for money, you cynic) - what do you see your ideal situation and future looking like - what would make you so content - so happy? What future seems out of reach now but would be just what you would be afraid to hope for if you could have it? Have you ever connected with a Dominant Woman via Kink AND outside that arena?
TheVintageYears 2026 - What will you bring?
It is a while since I developed a contact here into a rewarding encounter or relationship. But as you can see I am still here.
Why, you may well ask? Why suffer the frustration?
Well, simply because I know how good it can be.....when the connection is there. I have been extremely lucky a handful of times in my life, with special ladies - I cherish the memories of every one. A couple are no longer with us, a couple wanted more than I could give at the time and others just ran their course, parting as friends rather than partners. So I know!!!
In late 2025, I encountered a soul that brought out the Dom in me, the best of me. If you like, she awakened the beast within or the dark passenger I carry. It was not perfect. I misjudged an early element. She is hesitant to make any "move" or say anything - waiting for the Dom ( ie me ) to orchestrate everything. I prefer and am used to a more balanced partnership, but neither could deny the primal connection.
During 2026 I tried to recover from my early faux pas and build a stronger bond. I knew and understood that she really wanted a full-time, 24/7/365 relationship, but hoped we could find a middle ground. While she stayed resistant to my charms and I harboured hopes, I could cope with the ambiguity - but that was lost in early December. I am not the jealous sort, but I don't share well - just the way I am. She has now visited and stayed with another single Dom at least twice, so backed off.
I miss her. I miss our interaction. But I respect her choice. Submission is a gift that she holds in her hands until she trusts it to another. It is something I would treasure, but it is not something I could or would demand.
I wish her will and hope that I may find another muse in 2026. Recently most interest in my profile has come from submissive men. I am not sure why, other than the number of men on this site? I don't judge, but it is not my thing. The interaction does not reach that beast within.
blkbitchincharge HEAT
Tossing and turning. I just can not seem to fall asleep! I am hot so I get up and take off my t shirt. I am lying back in bed with the light beaming off my clock.......I am not worried about the time cause I can stay in bed all day today.....I try to deflect my thoughts from this apparent hot flash.....I drag the sheet down and an instant sensation is felt as it flows over my nipples........my back arches in response and I become very moist from that simple act......I push the sheet down over my naval and let it drop between my thighs........OH MY it is hot!
I am aroused and I am not sure why......no other thoughts are on my mind except for me thinking about my body.......I turn on my side and the moisture has flowed between my ass cheeks........I rub my bottom and as I slowly spread my cheeks.......my pussy starts to pulsate and the moisture is thick and very warm......I slide a finger between my cheeks and run it around my hole.......so warm, so moist....WOW
misscaddycompson The best thing about being a sadomasochist is playing with my group of fellow sadomasochistic friends. We've had many adventures with canes and needles and scalpels and fire in so many forms and hanging by hooks and lots and lots more over the years. It's been such a delight. Sadly, it's not all fun and games. Online, too often, too many guys approach me to announce themselves as a sadist who is looking forward to causing me great pain. Is that so? GTFOH.
Who are you, random person? I didn't express interest in you. You don't get to decide what you're going to do to me before I even find you interesting, in any way, at all.
I have an extensive group of fucked up friends with whom I've already fostered deep trust. I know that the things I enjoy most require a level of trust.
I'm a sadomasochist. I am not a masochist. I am not only interested in experiencing pain. I am also interested in causing pain. I enjoy both. But I would enjoy a great deal of your pain before I'd ever remotely allow you to cause me pain. I'm a sadomasochist who plays with other sadomasochists.
It's not a great look for someone to tell complete strangers what they plan to do to them before said stranger reciprocates interest. It's an even worse look to me when a sadist ignores my own sadistic side, as though I'm strictly a masochist and that I’m just dying to suffer for someone else who isn't invested in suffering for me, too. Women don't just proclaim their intentions to be my sadist the way men do, however, even though women are often the most titillating and fascinating sadists and sadomasochists. The majority of the most exciting and intense pain-based scenes I've ever enjoyed have almost all been with other women and NB creatives. Do I think there could be men who are creative sadomasochists, too? Certainly. I have male sadomasochistic friends as play partners. But those are obviously not the so-called sadistic guys contacting me online.
MissDAR I came to the conclusion years ago that most men are on this site because they aren't truely honest with themselves. So they have been on here long term, 1 year 5 years 10 years and more. Why ? Because they get comfortable in lying to themselves and eventually lying to others. I'm not actually talking about dom men. I'm more talking about sub/slaves. If your just looking for weekend kink , just say so. If your never going to move and your shoes are nailed down to the floor, just put it in your profile or tell people that.
If your never going to move but don't mind meeting someone and let her take control of your life , online, phone and meeting in person sometimes. No problem just say so.
The lies will ever get you anywhere. you might come on here in your 40's and next thing you know your in your 50's and beyond and just fooling yourself. Chasing something you'll never get. What a waste of time and a life. Do you think working and having some money means anything when your last breath is at hand ?
I promise you that you will look back and see what an actual waste your life was. you take nothing with you in the end , but still, you hold on to your pathitic life and lies.
It is a free man that breaks away from that thought and becomes what he knows in his heart is the right thing to do . It might sound like a contradition or an irony .... someone free enough to be enslaved by someone. But in reality it's about following your heart and mind and breaking away from all the " things " in this world.
I know not everyone will understand what I wrote but hopefully you'll re-read it and ask yourself serious questions. The answers are in yourself as well.
TotalOwnerforslave Slave's Supplications or devotions
Slave's Supplications or devotions:
I beg you to use me for your pleasure. I desire nothing more than to be an that you can use for your enjoyment at any time. I beg You to allow me to please you.
I beg to be made to live to worship you.
Make me give you thanks when you honor me with punishment at your hand. My real punishment is having failed, and having disappointed you I would not deserve your attention.
My body and mind are your property, now and until you may decide you have no further use for me. I beg you to make me feel your ownership of me everyday.
Please, make me feel Your power over me, and Your total control of my life.
I submit willingly to your power and domination. Please, make me feel my submission and your control throughout my day.
I want to obey, serve and please you. Please allow me the privilege of calling you Master.
I realize my sexuality and my orgasms are now your property, allowed to me as a special gift. I beg you to punish me severely if I ever have an orgasm without permission.
I choose willingly to be treated as your property. I beg you to own me utterly and completely.
I beg you to make me behave, and be a good boy/girl. Please allow me the privilege of your discipline when I misbehave.
I beg you to control my clit/cock. When I may touch it, when it may be excited and when it may come. I know my cock/clit now belongs to you.
I beg to be your property. Please help me become your greatest treasure.
Living in Your Grace, my Master my God.
BDSMtoygirl77 Wanted:
Man or M/M couple
Top Only (regardless of whether you identify as a Top, Dom, Master, Daddy). If your a couple, I'd prefer it if the other is a minimum of switch
UK Only, Overseas attention is flattering but its highly unlikely I'll be interested in travelling to you, especially at my expense. Yeah I've been victim to that scam too.
Interested in bondage orientated kinks, Hoods, Gags, Collar and Leash etc
Interested in SAFE SEX ONLY while dating, if you want bareback I'll only agree to it if we live together.
You must accom, I live with friends, no play house rules here, if you cannot accom, go away. Hotels considered if your local. I am TRAVEL ONLY, please be realistic. I dont intentionally catfish but if you live 100s miles away, I ain't paying for that train ticket.
Unless part of a couple (as above) you must be single. I will not play second fiddle to your unsuspecting wife, because you no longer get some at home.
This might seem demanding, for a submissive, but with the amount of fakes on here, precautions must be undertaken for personal safety and to root out those fakes.
Talk to me, who knows, I might be that elusive submissive or slave, you are looking for
Mishka1fiesty
Ok, I have an idea. There is still many kinks in it but here is the basic idea.
I think that minimum wage should be 15.00 an hour, at 40 hours per week that is 600 per week, at 52 weeks in a year that is 31,200 a year.
Ok so now lets say that every person who is retired and not making that amount, well they should have their retirement increased to that. After all that is the cost to live according to the left. Same for any ADULT on disability. I will explain later why I said ADULT.
Now for those who are working but not getting 40 hours a week or 15.00 an hour..ok we will subsidize their income with cash or food stamps or any combination of the two. HOWEVER, they must work some how for the government to get it. They can pick up trash, help paint lines on the side walks, work in places that are short handed because well the government really cannot afford to hire more people.. but if people that were already getting money from the government for doing nothing could fill in that would be awesome right???
We all get health care, not driven by insurance companies or by drug companies or by medical supply companies but by Drs alone. There is a set amount the goverment will pay for each drug, or test and no more. That stops what is going on now where drug companies can hike the price for no reason. Oh, in the health care, that needs to include dental, vision, mental health outside of the hospital, physical therapy, any thing else like chiropractor as well, all of that should be included.
Want to have 4 kids, sure, but you do not get any more money for having them. Just your 600 per week that is it. You still have to work, do not worry about day care, that will be covered by the government. How you say, easy, that is one of the jobs those who do not have jobs can do. 24 hour day care so people can work jobs any time day or night and have child care.
Now you are wondering why I did not include children on the disability, well personally the parents should not get a pay check just because their child was born with a disability. HOWEVER before you all go off pissed off, the child should get all medical care needed, things like wheel chairs, teachers and all of that, but more money for food or clothes and the likes, nope that is no different then any other kid. Ohh and just to let you know.. I have a sister who was born with Downs, my parents never got money for her. Now she is an adult, so now she should get the same standard of living that the rest of us should have.
Ohhh I forgot the most important thing. Since this 600 per week is what I think is needed to live off of, then anyone making under 600 a week should have to pay any form of income tax, no federal, no state and no local.
alenaslight In the world are many denominations all claiming to possess the accurate knowledge of the truth. However this is divisions. In 1 Corinthians, Paul appealed to us that we have no divisions amongst ourselves and instead that we all be perfectly united in mind and thought. One of you say, "I follow this" and another says "I follow that" and still another "I follow such and such". Is Christ divided? Yet I say to you, revelations has something against each church. I tell you when Christ unveils his church there will be many upheavals and sudden changes. The real church is nurturing, a good guardian like a parent teaching it's child right and wrong. Allowing for the true knowledge of what truly matters to God the Father and Jesus Christ. Allowing individuals to grow in grace and become one in Christ's image. Jesus said if you love him you would observe his commandments. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance, and gentleness.
KaliBlisss Computer Log 2023/12/23
Well, first time has gone well. Met several men, no women in sight. Oh! Not true. I met a lovely lady that is part of a partnership who runs a bnb and sponsors play events on the coast. That is a dream! I would give a lesser favored digit to attend one of those weekends.
I am so very eager to learn both sides of Dom/Sub relationships. I'm a natural Switch with Dom leanings. I think I might make a feisty sub, unless I employed my pretty strong self-discipline.
I don't know. I'm eager, so eager. But tonight, too many messages to respond to and I've lots to do before we move.
If people would like my friendship, and possibly more, disclosure is helpful. One new friend is married, and to that disclosure, I applaud. I'm very faithful, honest, open and open-minded. I do not wish to engage in play with persons in "monogamous" relationships, without the knowledge and approval of both parties. I'll be friends with anyone, as long as my boundaries are respected.
I think you could call me an Earthy type. I'm just the girl next door who just happens to enjoy having fun in new and creative ways.
I consider myself a neurd. I'm neuro-atypical, intelligent, creative, and "disabled" because of chronic pain conditions. I'll tell you more if you want to know.
I'm versatile in life, as in sex. If I had the proper clothing, you could take me to a symphony one day and I'd fish with you the next, cleaning and fileting my own catch.
I'm looking forward to my new life in a new city. I'm working on myself in myriad ways.
Life is for growing, not stagnation.
Elorin This is a somewhat tongue-in-cheek, somewhat serious exploration of how to get to know someone via collarspace.com. Or, I guess to put it honestly, how to get to know me.
Step 1. Read the fucking profile.
My profile is not short, but it?s not War and Peace. It has important content in it that will help you know whether we are compatible or not and save your time AND mine. When you see a photo of someone you are attracted to, a compliment is a lovely thing. But if you honestly want to start a relationship or dynamic of some sort with them, read their profile before writing. It?s a form of respect, both self-respect (keep yourself from writing to people who are wildly incompatible with you) and respect for the other.
Step 2. Don?t call me Mistress.
I don?t like unearned titles, and if you MUST address me by a title, Ms. is enough. Don?t call me Miss, don?t call me Goddess, don?t use one of a hundred other unearned titles. If the time comes when addressing me by a title is appropriate to our relationship, you will know and we will discuss the appropriate title at that time. Until then, you may call me Elorin or Ms. Elorin.
Step 3. Three sentence minimum.
This is my 95% rule for responding to a letter on collarspace. A rare exception comes in where I respond to an initial email with fewer than three sentences, but for the most part, that?s the rule. If you feel like writing three sentences is too much to ask from someone with no relationship with you so far, that?s fine. You can choose not to write or you can write less and I?ll just delete your message when I read it. And if you send a long, run-on sentence with no punctuation and capitalization, I?ll treat it as one sentence and delete, even if it should have been three sentences. This is a personal value of mine, and it?s important to me that my partners are literate and able to write and express themselves. I realize that some people don?t do well with writing, or expressing themselves online, and I have made an exception in the past to meet people in person and give them a chance to express themselves in person, but that is rare and again, 95% of the time, if you can?t write and sustain emails with me for a short amount of time, you won?t be compatible with me in person.
Step 4. Don?t immediately ask to go to another media.
MistressNikkiVixen Be who you are—fully, unapologetically, without hesitation.
Not the version shaped by expectation. Not the version softened to be accepted. But the one that exists underneath all of that—clear, aligned, and undeniable.
Let what no longer fits you… fall away.
All the expectations that were never yours.All the identities you outgrew.All the roles you kept playing out of habit, not truth.
Release them.
Allow everything that isn’t aligned with you to dissipate naturally—without force, without resistance. What’s meant for you doesn’t need to be held together artificially.
Free yourself from what no longer exists.
And then… build again.
With intention. With clarity. With honesty about who you are and what you need.
If matriarchy is your path—walk it with confidence.If servitude is your language—speak it without shame.If structure, devotion, power, or surrender call to you—answer fully.
There is nothing wrong with becoming who you were meant to be.
The only mistake is refusing to.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
subMeghan At last, another journal entry!
Let's get started with my usual declaration: I am subMeghan. Right now, I am naked wearing only my glasses and my collar...
And now on to today's journal entry...
Apparently, my Dom has decided to introduce me to "ahegao". Ahegao, for those, like me, who don't know, is an anime term for a specific type of face for a woman to make during sex. The classic ahegao face is where you cross your eyes and roll them back, all the while sticking out your tongue. My desciption does not do it justice. Go google ahegao and you'll get a better idea of what it's all about. Apparently its a thing... lol
Making a ahegao face is harder than it looks, especially during sex. However, my Dom wants me to do it, so I am going to do it. My Dom recently placed a full sized mirror on the wall next to the computer. Originally he did this so that I could see myself sitting here naked in front of the computer. Now I get to use it to practice my ahegao face too.
One thing I learned is that is is very difficult to stick your tongue and keep it still. I also realized that I can't see myself in the mirror very well when I try roll my eyes. My Dom saiys: "The more stupid you look, the better you're doing it." It seems I have a way to go...
By now I know what my Dom wants: My Dom wants you all to visualize me just sitting here making ahegao faces. So I am...
That's all for now.
subMeghan
Lkn4nxxruit
11/07/2024
Take Notice
I will be unavailable until further notice.
The noted positions have not been filled ...
For those that meet preferences and follow direction
I may or may not be checking in periodically.
quirkylittle4daddy When we kiss When we kiss Bears and boulders Vibrate through the air
i will probably do a whole post on laura veirs. her songs are little girl and softcore approved. but this song when i heard it over 10 years ago..this is love. just a simple share.
When you sing
When you sing
Stars fill up my eyes
Galaxies
Pour down my cheeks
Galaxies
Galaxies
They flood the street
Galaxies
When we dance
When we dance
Eels and sea grass float on by
I? m ten thousand leagues
Beneath the sea
Ten thousand leagues
Ten thousand leagues
Beneath the green
Ten thousand leagues
When we kiss
When we kiss
Bears and boulders
Vibrate through the air
Gravity
Is dead you see
No gravity
All I need
Is beating red
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
No gravity
DWM71 I know what I want and willing to train, teach and discipline...not in position to support you as I am on SSI and have roommates..what I am looking for are roommates to relocate to North Bend/Coos Bay Oregon..we would have to get OUR own place...you MUST be willing to live 24/7 as female if not one already..you have a dream and so do I that is turning you into very feminine classy sophisticated woman outside the house and a cum loving bitch behind closed doors...understand this will be poly household with ONLY one DOM..have been on here under various aliases...NO photos showing butt plugs or stubbie or you will be blocked....current photos showing you in favorite outfits...so that you know my training techniques take between 18 months to 3 years to complete ,,,I ask for serious commitment after we have gotten to know on another.....I am very assertive, very aggressive, very controlling and have a habit of micro managing but chalk that up as being Dom,,,,what type of foundation has been laid for me to build OUR house on?
VTswitchcouple We've gotten a few questions, people asking for more info about me dating the Trump supporter. We're still dating! When Kamala entered the race, I teased him a few times about losing to a woman and he'd always make it a point to tell me later (when I was tied up or bent over or otherwise had him inside me) that November wasn't going to change anything for me, that I'd still be fucking him on Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Valentine's Day, basically anytime he wanted. We don't get too into the details - he's not super politically engaged and it's actually kind of upsetting to think about the state of the country, and how rights are being taken away all the time, when I'm in a relatively privileged position and choosing to indulge in this kind of play.
A few people asked how we met. We're in the same grad school program and he's always starting arguments about politics and "how come people don't just get a driver's license if they want to vote so bad", that kind of thing. I'd always jump in and push back, and he told me later that he liked getting me riled up. He said he liked seeing me flush and get upset and try to convince him of things when he didn't really care. We chatted a few times before classes and he'd be incredibly forward so he knew I was married, knew I wanted kids, made a few comments if I wore a choker or a fashion collar.
After class one night, my car battery was dead so he came over and gave me a jump. We were the only ones left in the lot so while we were standing outside in the dark, he slid his hands in the back pockets of my jeans and pulled me against him. I instinctively reached back and he trapped my hands and held them behind my back while kissing me, jamming his tongue in my mouth. I blew him in his car and we made plans to go out that weekend.
He's pretty rough and he loves being in charge. My husband will buy all sorts of bondage toys and I'll take them to the cop's apartment and that's where they stay. He keeps bondage straps on his mattress, has a spreader bar that he straps my hands and ankles to, has all of my favorite ball gags and blindfolds and plugs. He's also incredibly respectful, in his own way. He doesn't push limits we've discussed and I've gotten him to say things like "do you want me inside you?" which is as close to consent as he's interested in, but is still a huge deal.
I let him take pictures of me tied up and naked as long as he obscures my face. I know men always show their friends and there's always the chance he revenge porns me if we break up, and he totally understood without arguing. He said he hears about that at work from teens and he knows it's a huge problem.
Last story - he had me tied up recently, wrists and ankles on the spreader bar, gagged, a black hood over my entire head. Then his doorbell rang and he let in one of his buddies. We had discussed before that I was open to other men but I wasn't going to let them fuck me without protection. And here I was, ass up in the air, a stranger carassing me, unbuckling his belt. I started whimpering and wiggling my fingers. I was starting to make our safety signal when I heard him say "dude, condom, come on." I'm not going to say chivalry isn't dead but it made me feel good that he wasn't like "huh huh huh just fuck her in the ass huh huh huh." I gave them both a hell of a ride in gratitude.
And to answer the most common question, no I'm not pregnant yet!
AllInOurMinds So, this is working now, is it? This site is weird, but hopefully I can post somthing here without sending my profile off to limbo for another few years. Anyway, consider this an addition or replacement to what's in my profile, as appropriate:
Lockdown's given me a chance to think more about who I am and what I'm looking for and I'm interested in discovering more about Female Led Relationships (FLRs) and the women who lead them. It's the mental and psychological side of it that interests me more than the physical part of it. I want to know what it's like to give yourself to serve and follow another, and if I'm capable of that level of giving myself or devotion to another. When i read stories of submission and dominance, it's the mindset of the submissive that interests and arouses me, not the physical element. That doesn't mean I'm not interested in the physical side of submission and surrender, but it's not my primary interest.
I'm interested in finding someone to connect with for a relationship, but also friends and people who want to chat. I'm monogamous in relationships, I know people who are poly and it works for them, but I'm really not sure I could deal with the logistics of being involved with more than one person, let alone the emotional side of it.
What am I interested in most of all? Knowing things, learning new things and discovering things about the world, especially the people that fill it, and especially myself because even after all this time I still don't even come close to understanding everything that goes on in inside my mind. I definitely don't think I'll ever understand everyone else, or the world, but it's fun to try and understand as much as I can. I'd be happy getting to know someone here who makes me want to write and think more, to discuss and explore everything and anything together be it sexual or not. I don't really mind if you're next door (well, I know my neighbours, and it would be a bit of a surprise if you were) or on the other side of the world, if your interested in getting to know each other, I'm happy to fire interesting messages back and forth.
pizzapuppiescows I'm reading this book on habits. There's a little bit of the science, but mostly it's anecdotal moments of famous and not so famous people and how one small change created an avalanche of positive changes. Sometimes just within themselves, sometimes branching out to entire companies. It's fascinating. As I'm expected to, I'm mining the nuggets and looking at how they fit into my life. A lot of times an easy answer to why you do or don't do something is I don't know. Maybe you don't know, even when consciously thinking about it. And then you're listening to someone else's story and it comes to you, THAT'S why you do the thing! Or you already knew the thing but hadn't figured out the alternative better habit, like replacing junk food with a bowl of apples so when you need something quick and lazy it's the better option. I know I'm going to forget more than I remember, but right now its helping me to piece together the reasons why I fall back into certain habits and how to move beyond the comfortable to solidify the new, better ones. Not today, of course. Today was a shit show. But it's a plan for tomorrow. Progress.
Fervidly Just want to make a few things clear about n my profile:
S eeking only a heterosexual, monogamously-minded male.
Mild feminization is a great tool to humiliate a male sub. But I am seeking a male, not a man seeking to be a girl or woman. (Nothing wrong with that, just not for me.) You also don't have to be a "manly man" for me to find you appealing. 😉
If you require a lot of online messaging before you feel safe talking by phone, I don't want to waste your time or mine because I would rather hear the inflections in your voice than see your words on a flat screen. Be both should be cautious because there are scammers on both sides. But I want to voice verify that you are not a minor or in another country before we discuss details of out proclivities.
I am absolutely NOT interested in a man who is married or in a serious relationship, no matter what your situation. Please close your doors before knocking on mine .
Time is precious. Let's NOT waste even a second of it if there isn't a chance from the get go because we aren't a match.
Thanat0ast Hello prospective submissive, I'm glad my post caught your eye, I've been looking for my pet slave for quite some time now, and I do hope you are going to be the one to fulfill both of our desires. But first, let me tell you a bit about what I'm truly looking for:I search for a submissive that, from the bottom of her heart, desires a relationship with her dom, her owner. This dynamic, and relationship, would be built upon a foundation of transparant communications, triplicate (physical, mental, and emotional) care, and proven mutual trust. Within this, I expect that my word and intentions are the law by which the submissive is beheld to, for her to surrender, both her control and her worries, completely to me, for I shall be the one to lead and to guide her. I do not mind to start off with long distance, but when the time comes, I would expect for her to be with me, and I have the means to ensure this happens, be it relocation assistance or otherwise.She should expect to have protocols be taught and enforced, be able to execute my instructions in a timely and satisfactory manner, assume basic household duties, engage in pet-play or pet-play adjacent activities, and eagerly look forward to affection in all its forms. Shared hobbies, especially nerdy ones, and deep conversations of whatever topics that graces the mind will be part and parcel for the healthy maintanence of the relationship.Do not mistake my kindness for a lack of structure or lack of the darker side of play, I am more than capable of providing affectionate cruelty with humiliating remarks, sadistic orders, and physical discipline. Ultimately, the shape of the dynamic-relationship will be influenced by the experiences we both share. If any of this resonated with you, and you are someone that places her owner first, I invite you to reach out. I want to learn more about you, and there is no substitute for communication.Do you think you would be the one to catch my eye? I look forward to finding out,Your future master
Lottiethefckpig Messy Little Piggy
Had the best time today rolling around in the bath in piss and custard. Oinking as I poured it all over my head, down over my snout and finishing by rubbing it all over my tits and pussy.
Piggy piss play and sploshing, yum, my favourite.
What food do you like to wallow and oink in?
SkyFullOfStars I'll give you a little hint too.
I get a LOT of contacts here. Many are polite and interested in me, at least until they realize I'm not gonna show them my junk on cam within the first 24 hours after they say they are a real true Dom! LOL
So often the proof is in the engagement, the talking, the conversations, the eventual move off of this platform to one where we can take the next steps.
I should not be expected to carry that load myself. Matter of fact, I expect the Dominant to take the lead here after all they contacted me. If I say yes, I'd like to get to know you, I expect conversation, asking questions, sharing FetLife profiles, etc. etc. etc. whatever it takes to see and feel if there is a common and mutual spark worth pursuing.
I of course have many of my own questions and comments and I will most certainly share those.
I WANT to find my man/Dominant/Master! So this should be a labor of love for both of us.
I look forward to hearing from you!
littleblueeyepet had forgotten i can leave 'journal entries'.
i've been unowned for almost nine years... or so? i've kinda lost track. That's a long time to be wild. To be a stray. i've kinda settled into being alone. i'm in no hurry to fall into someones lap again.
i read a lot of profiles here, see a lot of pictures, get a decent amount of messages from people who clearly haven't taken the time to learn about me. Still makes me shake my head.
i wonder sometimes if i belong here... The bulk of Doms here seem to want only a slave... they want to bruise and abuse, and hey, that's fine... for them, and for the people who seek that kind of... treatment. It's NOT for me though.
i don't exist to be treated like that. i won't, be treated like that.
i'm on vanilla dating sites too. Coz, why not. Tossin that line into multiple ponds in hopes of finding -Him-. While a lot of my views are vanilla, a lot aren't. i feel like i don't really belong anywhere...
i hope... one day, i will find someone as rare and unique as i am. Who wants to own me, train me, take care of me... bring out the utter best of me so that i can return it all back to Him.
May those reading on this Halloween, find lots of treats, and enough tricks to make it interesting.
KandMcouple I sit back in the chair. Make sure he's looking me in the eye, compose myself and begin.
“M, as I lay out these things that need to be said there is no need to speak just nod your head.”
"You will never have sex with me again, nod your head." He pauses, then nods.
"I will never leave you, I have no desire to, I love you, you will always be my primary. I know you are scared but we both need this. Nod your head.” He nods.
“I am going to find a man who will be my sexual companion, nod your head." He nods and I notice he starts rocking his hips.
"Stop that rocking immediately." He complies, but I see a level of desperation in his face that hasn't been there in a long time. I continue.
"I will be going on dates. I will be staying overnight at other men's homes. You will accept this and be happy for me. Nod your head." He nods his head.
"The man or men I choose to see will know the details of our lifestyle once I trust them. Nod your head." He nods.
"Eventually, this man...or men, will be allowed at our home, even while you are here. You will treat my bull with the same respect you treat me. I will only allow men here who I know will respect you. My high dream is for someone that we can both call Daddy. Nod your head." He nods.
"You will continue to remain in chastity. You know how important I feel that it is for you. Though, you will now be allowed one orgasm every other week. We will do it exactly this way every time unless I say otherwise. Palms on the floor, legs straight out, humping your diaper. Nod your head." He nods vigorously and the clip of his pacifier clinks.
"Now, M, you may begin humping." He makes three slow long humps. I can feel my underwear soaked between my legs with my thighs and move my hand to my crotch, I can feel the heat coming off my body.
"Good boy." His diaper crinkles, it is the sound of my power and I almost can't take it. I feel the outside of my underwear with my finger tips and say, "you will never fuck me again, nod your head." He nods vigorously again and more clinking from his pacifier. Now for the final mind fuck. I want to hear him say it. I want him to acknowledge this out loud as he masturbates the only way I will allow him. "Say it M. Spit out your pacifier and say, 'I'll never fuck you again.'"
nymphea These writings are my thoughts. They're neither right or wrong simply what I think and feel. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions;
Submission evolves just like everything else. However, we fundamentally stay the same. We have that deep need, want, desire to serve. I believe a Dominant will build a submissives confidence. He will build her up and show her how strong she is because He is confident in His Own Dominance.
Anyone can Own a doormat. Not everyone is capable of Owning a strong minded, confident woman.
Ultimately the submissive doesn't have to bow down to every Tom, Dick or Harry just because they call themselves a Dom. You do not have to address them as sir or master or any other title. Submission should be earned through Mutual Respect, Trust and Honesty.
Like any relationship it takes time to get to know each other. The deeper the bond the deeper the submission. I do think as a submissive we should try to conduct ourselves respectfull. When lucky enough to be Owned we need to be mindful that we are a reflection on our Owners.
Before a submissive is Owned they hold their power in their hands. They owe it to themselves to be strong and ask questions. Remember when you submit you are putting your life in that persons hands. Do you both want the same things? Yes of course you want to be led out of your comfort zone but, you want to be as safe as possible.
Always remember to have a safety call set up when you meet someone for the very first time. Listen to your gut. If something feels off then trust that feeling. Don't feel pressured into accepting things that don't sit right with you.
Most of all enjoy this beautiful lifestyle and stay happy and safe 👌🏻
CDSissy5550 He lifted the wig from its box with surprising care, brushing his fingers through the soft strands before holding it out.
“One more step,” he said. “Trust me.”
I hesitated. The clothes had made him feel exposed, but this felt different. More permanent somehow. More real. With a slow breath, i took the wig and carefully settled it over my head. He stepped closer, gently adjusting a loose strand, tucking it behind my ear before turning me toward the mirror.
“There,” he whispered. “Now look.”
I barely recognized the person staring back. The familiar features were still there, yet softened, framed in a way he’d only imagined during countless private fantasies. My cheeks flushed.
“I look…”
“You look like someone who’s finally stopped hiding,” he finished. For a long moment, I couldn’t speak. I simply stared at my reflection, feeling excitement, vulnerability, and quiet wonder merge into something I never experienced before.
LondonTriangle I have a confession.
I met an odd Greek guy from this site.
I dumped him or he let me down and I did not take his offer to remain friends.
First date he was amazing was in shock how real he was.
Crashing around mine he was ok in bed but snored and really snored.
Had a fantasticallly large cock and I am annoyed I did not tie him up.
His cock felt, warm and pulsating and I felt fulfilled and I remember tilting my neck back and relasing hot breathing after every grind.
I just recall being in sexual purgatory, being dominant but enjoying anal domination, I think the Switchy side allowed the moment to happen.
He was reckless with condoms which is why I felt in the bin with him.
But now and again I wish he had now NOT cocked up because I would be probably be typing my odd sexual experimental ecounters with him.
I liked him, I really liked him but I was so hurt that he was reckless with protection.
Not to mention AFTER sex he mentioned his trip to Africa - I am west indian Carribean and all I kept thinking is have you lost your mind you experiement in a country with a high level of minimal medicla support are you insane. My mind spun, realising this sexy Greek guy with self- esteem issues parading as a switch on collar space may be a high risk individual who should go to the first GUM he can find.
I work in a clinical setting and assist HIV patients so this is a big NO NO.
I meet every day people who have trusted the wrong person, or have congential issues so passed on from familly or met people who have fallen on real hard times and the world has honestly chewed them up and spat them out and the whole reckless with condoms hit a large nerve.
Now and again I reflect on how I enjoyed the snogging, I enjoyed being sexually open and it drives me a little loopy our chapter lasted 2 encounters.
Omg, his tongue in on my clit, his tongue in my mouth, his tonue on my arse hole his tongue on my legs and thighs, his tongue on my nipples, his tongue on my belly button, his tongue on my neck - Fuck me!
I am also still pissed he brought Alidi food and demanded I buy him steak the little shit but I honestly did like his good side just not his entitled side.
Do people really deserve a second chance.
He is probably just messaging other women and finding his way into their accommdation for a free overnight stay he is Greek after all.
I actually liked him, annoyed by his snoring. Honestly his snoring was bad if the Walking Dead actually happens he would have to go for survival, his snoring was that bad. The Walking dead will hear him a mile away. Honestlly you would have put a pillow over his face to save yourself from the zombies it was that bad.
It annoys me while I feel weak I have this back flash of remembering how his tongue felt all over me and remembering the sounds of his moaning and remembering how silky his hair felt when I pulled on it during a climax.
Weird, Weird, weird - maybe I will admit defeat I have lost the plot!
J4truth I have been in severe physical pain from a recent surgery. I chose to let myself feel it seep through my body so I could concentrate on it. Meditate on it. Use it to help me find clarity and wisdom. Every time I felt like I could not find a comfortable position to lay, or awakened with fresh discomfort, I tried to memorize it since it is my only chance to catch a glimpse of what a sub does. After all, I am not interested in allowing anyone control or opportunity to inflict pain in any scene.
I do not like pain but when the choice is between emotional, mental or physical, I believe it is somehow useful to let the physical carry you over the threshold. I wanted to be able to relate to what a submissive man seeks when he is reaching for that space between physical endurance and challenging his mind to accept his position despite all of society impying that he should never give in to his submissive needs.
I also wanted to use this opportunity to accept the decisions I am making that are emotionally difficult. The real truth about me as a Domminant woman is I desire true submission on MY terms, not his.
minkus Hello to the beautiful souls in this lifestyle
i've been away from this site awhile, i seem to have developed, in more ways than one ! Especially my lovely budding breasts i now have growing on me, i accept i am submissive, trans, or sissy if you like. Two women decided to have me sign up for gender reassignemnt, and now i am pre op and on hormones, and i so love being me now, a kinky hybrid submissive, the only sad thing is, i'm not owned. boo ! The two ladies moved on after they knew there was no going back for me.
Now i'm seeking an Owner who would love to carry on making me be the way i am meant to be, serving them. i would embrace TPE and accept being a slave too, no say, no control. i jsut nered to meet that person who'd love doing such to me..
Don't be shy,,say Hi
TwistedCheshire Twisted Cheshir Madness 2.0
Let the One true Twisted cheshir Lead you into the darkness and down the rabbit hole.... Here we goooolooking for friends and whatever more may come with is this this world .. my name is cheshir i am the one and only .. So come and join me in this journyava name TwistedCheshirLet Madness Guide you into the ever lasting peace that come with it
justApebble2 seeking only:
Gentlemen - Master - Sadist - Dark Primal
lets be honest with each other. I have a type
between the age 20 - 45 age is just a number but that what I am attracted to
someone who has there shit together. and who has there life together. we not all perfect. we all have our issues
is ok with gummies. I need them for my pain and to not slap people but like pain is pain and nobody want to live in pain
want to and understand certain things that should be commons knowledge but as a kinky content creator you fine out guys think more with there dicks then there brains but want a guy who understands right from wrong
has the braincells and know how to use them
know what you want. this is a life. this is our hobbies. this life make us feel as our real self that other don't get to see. we both know what we want and we consenting adult
I probably better fitted for a lifestyle home but I am open to talking to all with the understanding we both know our wants and needs and it ok we not a fit then we not a fit
let me be honest. I have a type. if you are this type you get moved to the front of the line.
anyone like these main male characters in these books but while I like Tigger warning with books you need to be a decent human being. cause they are as well in my books
also if you have Fry bread and looking for a kinky aunty, hit me up
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sold - williow winter
Lord series - shantel tessier
The Ruinous Love Trilogy by Brynne Weaver
light out - Navessa Allen
Cat and Mouse Series - H.D. Carlton
Bull60 I've been following the discussion about the idea behind sexuality, gender roles, and gender of the Gods as it relates to those who worship the spirit of nature. One thing that need to be clear is that when it comes to the spirit world according to most religious traditions (paganism included) gender is a characteristic of the physical world. Granted that we all conceive the divine according to cultural patterns that shapes our understanding of what and how the Gods relate to this world. One important characteristic comes from the way we choose to relate and express intimacy with each other and by extension to the divine. If we assume that the divine realm is an ever present reality then when we perform any duty or activity they are infused with that numinous quality that elevates everything to the realm of perfection. Having said that, our sexuality which is as they say "an accident of the flesh" attract the Gods as a way of communing and partaking of that that is universal. I we establish a divine relationship with the God of nature let's then look at nature to guide us in ascertain the true nature of the God. In nature the diverse ways in which sexuality is expressed provides a canvas to see that the God is at times active, at times passive, and at times neither.
Male to male sex is a show of strength on a different power stream. One partner is the guiding energy and and the other is the guided energy. Both partake of the divine order of things. So that was divided becomes one in the union of both forces mating. Who is then the divine? Both are because the God moves freely from the phallus to the receiving vessel and back uniting what was broken into a divine whole. The idea of Top or Bottom is foreign to divine; love and bliss is its true nature. Unity is the key to that that makes us human, sex and fulfillment. Then the God is neither a Top or a Bottom he becomes what his lover wants him to be at that glorious moment in which orgasm elevates our humanity to the realm of eternity.
salaciouswhimzi He Heard the Bells on Christmas DayShe waited for him by the door. He was working late today, and he’d promised they would have their celebration when he got home. Just having him there was all she wanted, all she needed. He was her star that guided her and she loved showing her appreciation for his gifts.Her cheeks were cold. The red teddie didn’t cover her ass. It didn’t really cover her size DDs that hung over the top either. The white fur trim was fun, playful and she did like the way it felt against her pale flesh. She was wearing jingle bells around her ankles and she played games with herself to see just how still she could be while she waited by the door for him. How long could she stay like that and not hear the bells? She waited, her ass in the air, legs parted slightly, breasts mashed against the floor, her head down, positioned in a way she knew he especially liked to see her. Open. Available. Waiting for him. She heard the car approach, the sound of it in the driveway. She inhaled. The door opened. She twitched. She felt dampness roll slowly down the inside of her thigh and the bells jingled as she shook in anticipation of his arrival. The door shut, the sound of the locks engaged, his footsteps approached the door. She could barely stop of squirming. The damn bells jingled and she silently cursed herself. Had he heard? She held still and listened. Where was he?Her mind drifted to thoughts of him. He was always in there with her. She never felt alone after she’d met him and he’d consumed her mind. It started friendly, but without realizing it, she found herself always thinking about him. He didn’t demand things, they just talked, but she found herself wanting to do things for him. Slowly, he’d moved in her head and she’d stopped feeling lost.She never heard him come up behind her. He’d caught her off guard. His gloved hand muffled a slap across her bare, pale ass cheek. And then another one. The bells jingled with each impact. She closed her eyes and pictured his face. He must have come in the back way. She heard his wide, shiny belt slide from its place on his waist. He smacked one cheek and then the other, his gloved hand rubbing the now hot flesh vigorously. His hand dipped into her pussy, the glove soaking up some of her wetness. He chuckled. She resisted the urge to press back against his hand. Sometimes he’d let her grind against him, sometimes he’d let her cum that way, but not tonight. He’d not said a word yet, she had no idea yet what presents he had in store for her. His hand slid up her wet slit, and in between her cheeks. Another slap of the belt while a gloved index finger probed her tight opening. The fabric scratched her, she winced, the jingle bells sounded as her body shook. He pressed a bit harder, her sphincter resisting the pressure, and he smacked her ass again with the belt. She yelped, he knew there were tears in her big blue eyes now. He also watched her back relax, he gave her the chance to inhale and then exhale slowly, and his finger was slowly pulled into her.He dropped the belt, and leaving his index finger snug inside her, his other hand undid his pants. His cock was hard now. She quivered with anticipation and the sound of the bells came from behind them. He rubbed his cock up and down his wet cunt’s slit, it had become his game to toy with her, to see those responses that generated the wetness and to see how long he could make it last. Helped take his mind of the drudgery of work. Toys were his specialty, but his favorite toys were warm and wet, they wanted to please him.She felt the roughness of the glove rub against her muscle as he pulled out, but then, almost immediately, she l of his cock slide inside her. He filled her and she loved having him inside her ass as much as her mind. He paused, then grabbing her hair like reins, he pushed himself even deeper. His body smacked against her and the bells jingled. He could still feel the heat of her spanked cheeks, and it felt good as he held her cheeks against his thighs, pulling her head back, his cock flexing inside her ass.He kept up the grinding, the thrusting. She’d push back on him, and he’d wrapped her hair around his fists to hold onto her bucking tighter. She’d clench on his cock and he would sigh as he felt the tightness she worked so hard to provide for him. He finally released himself inside her and slowly pulled out, letting go of her hair and letting her drop to the ground. His boot kicked at the inside of her knee softly though. He wasn’t done with her. He reached into the bag he’d brought in with him and placed a cold, metal butt plug in her ass. The plug had a ruby red stone in the base and it slipped in with only a slight resistance as some of his cum was pushed out to make room. The bells jingled as he tapped on the stone set in the base. Just one more of her buttons…He reached into his bag, and he pulled out another gift for her… walking slowly around to stand in front of her he whispered “up”. She did so slowly, her ass very sore from his attention, the plug filling her even as much as he did. He bent down slightly and placed a steel, locking collar around her neck. Her tears didn’t flow this time from pain or happiness that was pleasing him. He’d given her such a wonderful gift and the small liquid drops ran down each cheek. He chuckled again and wiped them away.He bent down this time very close to her ear and said… “I wouldn’t be so happy just yet… I’m wondering… how do you think you’re going to cum tonight without making those damn jingle bells jingle?” He laughed harder this time, and clipping to the collar a leash he’d also pulled out of his bag, he led her to his bedroom.
MistressValerie * ISO of a decent, naturally submissive gentleman to grow old with in a committed LTR relationship
* NOT interested in horndogs, freak shows, married and cheating, online anything, pay to plays, or anything else subpar
* just want a great guy who is submissive by nature, who knows his place in a FLR with whom to share My life
* NO drama, excuses, or BS
* am seeking a quality submissive man ready to settle down and enjoy life with a truly Dominant Woman in a D/s relationship
* not willing to settle for less
AKRONOHIOMAN
February 12th, 2022
Pantyhose guy came over today. He has pretty much given himself the nickname, because he loves the feeling of being in pantyhose. I'm not really into him wearing them during a visit and he respaspects that.
He's visited a few times before. But today was a little different. Today he decided to suck cock for the first time. He might have had a taste or two before, but today he got the full treatment.
Because he reads my stories, he knew when he walked in the house to strip naked. I don't even think I had to tell him. He just stripped off his clothes immediately. Although it did not come as a surprise, his tiny cock was trapped in a beautiful black cock cage.
He was very nervous, and he shared this information in text messages before his arrival. So instead of giving him a chance to think it over, and maybe change his mind, we headed straight upstairs.
I had just gotten out of the shower, still a little damp, wearing nothing but jogging pants. When we got upstairs I stripped out of the jogging pants and laid on my back in bed. From text messages we had shared earlier in the day he knew that's what was going to happen. I was going to let him go at his pace, for his first time of sucking cock.
He was nervous and stood next to the bed naked for a few minutes, until eventually he asked what he should do. I scooted up in the bed a bit and told him to climb in from the bottom and start to suck my cock. Knowing he was nervous, I kept my cock soft, but as his mouth surrounded my cock it was wonderful. Not just the fact that my cock was the first cock that was going to get hard in his mouth, but it felt warm and wet and wonderful.
Instead of laying flat on the on his stomach, like the boy in my previous story (the boy with his hands tied behind his back) pantyhose guy was on his knees leaning down toward my cock. This made the angle a little bit difficult but he was having no problems. But even with the slightly difficult angle before long I could feel my cock starting to grow. I didn't want to force him into anything but I did lay my hands on the back of his head, feeling the rhythmic bouncing of his head on my cock. Once or twice I grabbed a handful of hair and pushed him balls deep. I was surprised that he didn't gag.
As he continued to suck my cock, I reached down and started playing with one of his nipples. I started with a little pinch and then got a little more aggressive. Something about pinching his nipple put my cock on fire. I could feel my cock getting even harder than it was just a few moments ago. He didn't resist, he didn't complain, he just let me play with his nipple.
After he had sucked cock for a while, I told him we were going to change positions. Instead of both of us being parallel to the length of the bed, I laid at an diagonal and he positions himself perpendicular to the bed. This gave me access to his ass with my fingers, while still giving his mouth access to my cock.
He brought his own silicone lube and I poured some onto the fingers of my left hand. He leaned forward and started sucking my cock again, pushing his ass up into the air. As my fingers found their way to his hole, I was met with another nice surprise. I felt a butt plug in place. I started to pull and tug on the butt plug and there was quite a bit of resistance. It started popping out of his ass but it did not release completely. I learned it was a multi-layered bubble butt plug with two big bubbles/balls. The first ball came out followed slowly by the second. It was either glass or clear acrylic, very large, and I knew it was leaving an empty space in his hole.
I sat it on the back of the bed, and soon my fingers found his gaping hole. One finger slid in with absolutely no resistance, so quickly two fingers went into his ass. As he continued sucking on my cock I found his prostate and started massaging it. He started to moan. Since my cock was in his mouth I could feel the vibrations of the moan penetrating my cock.
With my left hand on his ass and my fingers in his hole, my right hand rested on the back of his head or neck occasionally pushing him deep under my cock. Once or twice he came off my cock and said It felt so great he was afraid he was going to orgasm. So we would take a bit of a breather. I would pull my fingers out of his ass but he would continue to suck my cock.
We did this for quite a while, and at one point he said his jaw was starting to ache. I knew why he had come for a visit. He wanted my cock in his hole and my seed deep in his ass.
From the discussions we had earlier while texting I didn't know how much time he had, but I knew I was ready to fuck him. So I told him it was time. He questioned if we were rushing, I'm not sure if he was enjoying the cock sucking and me playing with his ass or if he was thinking of backing out. I decided not to take the chance. I told him it was time to get fucked.
I climbed off the bed as he pushed his ass higher into the air. I climbed on the bed behind him, my left foot flat on the bed with my bent knee. My right foot and leg hooked around his right leg to hold him up and to keep him from dropping away from me.
My cock found its target, and plunged in balls deep first try. The toy that had been in his ass was so large, he was so opened up, he didn't even g. But he was definitely not loose, his ass was tight around my cock. Oh my God it felt wonderful. I twisted my right knee on top of his back, somehow keeping my right foot locked in place so he couldn't get away. In this perpendicular position our bodies were almost forming a "T."
This gave me the absolute maximum depth in his ass that I could have. I varried my rhythm going from slow to fast. Sometimes pulling completely out and plunging back in. Sometimes just popping the head of my cock in and out. Sometimes working full length without pulling out completely. His head was down on the pillow where it should be, his ass in the air. At times I felt him rhythmically push back as if to force his ass to swallow more of my cock.
The sensation was incredible, plus from my view it was a hot sight to see. His ass up, his head down, occasionally I would lean forward and put my hand against the back of his head and push him into the pillow. I probably only lasted about 10 minutes, and during that time I thought of everything including work, my broken snowblower, and things on my to-do list... but it didn't help, it was all too exciting.
Then I made my fatal mistake. I flipped my right foot onto the back of his neck pushing him down into the pillow with much of my weight. Psychologically there is something about me being dominant and doing this to a submissive that pushes me over the edge. And that is exactly what it did. My bad, LOL.
Soon I told him that I was going to be flooding his ass with my cum. I pumped another dozen or so times and then felt my cum pulsing out of my cock. Filling his ass with my orgasm. I was staying hard so I continued fucking him. I moved my leg back to the bed pinning him against me, sometimes brutally thrusting into him. Eventually I was exhausted and had to pull out.
We reinserted the glass toy into his hole so none of my seed would
Learningmy3lf I’m realizing that my heart is learning faster than my words can keep up.
I’ve been exploring what it means for me to want attention, connection, and intentional dynamics in my relationship. I love flirting—not because it’s shallow, but because it makes me feel seen. I love being noticed, chosen, and appreciated. There is something deeply affirming in that for me, and I’m done pretending it’s something to feel guilty about.
At the same time, I’m learning that I don’t want to be reduced to a role or a fantasy. I can’t live as an idea. Real life exists—laundry, stress, tired days, responsibilities—and I exist fully inside of that reality. Submission, for me, isn’t about performing constantly. It’s about choosing to show up with softness, trust, and intention even when life is ordinary.
I crave the quieter moments most.
The way I listen more closely.
The way I offer support without being asked.
The way I slow down, check in, and make space.
The way I surrender control in small, meaningful ways—through care, consistency, and presence.
Those moments feel more powerful to me than anything dramatic. They feel real.
What I’m struggling with now is how to explain this to my husband in a way that doesn’t sound confusing or contradictory. How do I say that I love attention and playfulness, but that I also need grounding and depth? How do I explain that I don’t want to be put on display, but rather held with intention? That my submission isn’t something I turn on and off—it’s something I live through daily choices, not constant expectation.
VixenCherry This is not a fantasy experiment, a curiosity phase, or a place to “learn as you go.” I am looking for an obedient, emotionally regulated, experienced cuck who understands that this dynamic is built on discipline, restraint, and service..not constant sexual noise. If your idea of being a cuck starts and ends with porn scripts, frantic messages, or needing reassurance every five minutes, this is not for you. I value control, not chaos.
You should already understand that the role is not about your gratification, that obedience is shown through consistency rather than words, and that boundaries are structure..not something to push against. You must be comfortable existing in the background, supporting without needing to be centered, and maintaining composure even when attention is not on you.
Experience matters. I am not here to train basic etiquette or explain why patience is required. You should already know how to listen, wait, and follow instructions without negotiation or emotional spirals. Emotional maturity, self-control, respect for authority, discretion, and reliability are non-negotiable. I value men who can be useful without entitlement and who understand that access is a privilege.
I am not interested in men who lead with explicit language, confuse desperation with devotion, think access is owed, or collapse without constant validation. This dynamic works because I choose..not because someone begs. Fulfillment should come from knowing your place, serving with intention, and supporting my standards and lifestyle without interruption.
Communication will be clear, direct, and intentional. Silence will sometimes be part of your role. If that makes you anxious instead of focused, you are not ready. This is a privilege-based dynamic: access is earned, maintained, and can be revoked.
Exoticpie2024 You feel as if you're caught in the sticky web of a venomous and POWERFUL Black Widow spider. You want to escape... But you can't. And at the same time - You don't want to. You know those deadly, sharp fangs just may be the end of you... But your curiosity is at it's peak. Will She really eat me alive? You wonder... How powerful can She REALLY BE? Your heart beats rapidly at the thought of 'The Black Widow' - You can feel your heart in your throat. Beads of sweat drip down your pathetic little face! She's coming closer... And closer.... Too close for your comfort! And as she crawls to you with those poisonous sacs prepared to BITE - You realize.... Everything's OK. This is where you belong. The Black Widow didn't drag you here! YOU were the one eyeing the web! YOU were the one who felt it was 'safe' to enter, fully aware of the "could be's" and "probably so's". YOU were the one who entered on YOUR own free will! This wasn't a TRAP. You stumbled across Her web FOR A REASON. Her fangs are closer to you now as you again realize - Your "free will" is now Her's. The Black Widow is your new MASTER!It's time.
Time for the BITE. You close your eyes as you find a mental place of relaxation. You're ready! You've eyed The Black Widow's nest for far too long... You've witnessed what She's done to those prior to you. Curiosity lured you in. Jealousy of the "others" may have also played a part. You've yearned to know what THEY felt while they were with HER. And now here's your oppurtunity... You're ready to DIE at Her fangs and be BORN AGAIN to serve Her. This is your new life - In Her web, catering to Her needs. This IS afterall, HER WORLD. And you were just a lost soul trying to find your way......You've found it now.. You've found yourself! You've found that your way is HER way!
And all it took was a PAINLESS bite from The Powerful Black Widow.
CosmicCunt Okay, what is with mens profiles on here? Is this a matter of the Collar Gods not updating mens profiles or journals? Is it a matter of too many of them to approve?
I dont recall engaging with one man here whose age is accurate lol And we are not talking a year or two off, but typically a DECADE or more some times! lol
At least if your profile is not accurate, the least one can do is update in the first contact email. I should think this provides the appropriate degree of honesty upfront, while also reducing time wasted for you if the person does not like your stats.
As for Me, I could care less how old or young you are, with the exception of 20 year differences. Those kind of differences need a wee bit more considering to the extreme differences/challenges these may pose).
Also, what is with dominant men contacting Me and telling Me they are submissive/slave types, but they have no such information in their profile? Make another profile or have something prepared to share in your first email.
DEMONSTRATE SOME BLOODY EFFORT, YA LOUSE!
Facts are, I have gone to considerable lengths to share quite a bit about My motivation and vision. Still that is not enough for the energy hoards. Send pics they say. lol How about you tell Me what it is that I have written which speaks to YOU about Me and how you see YOURSELF SERVING ME. How about you lay out all the mundane shit you are just dying to do in order to get a wiff. Instead many begin with pics! I get it. Yet if we don't even have the makings of something which will work in the REAL WORLD, how come we need to see one another?
I'm54, Rubenesque, full figured, strong like bull. What else? Height? Weight? I'm a little above the average on both and stronger than any women I've known. I have good teeth, wear glasses, have allergies, am quite fair, and am letting My long strawberry dirty blondish grey grow out. I've hazel eyes and freckles, size 9.5 shoe, D cup and a large ass. I've never had a surgery or broken bone. Type O positive lol I'm shaved or hairy all depending on mood and My shit stinks lol The list of things could go on and on and it doesn't matter one fig in the long run.
What matters is that I get you and you get Me and we want to get IT together. This is discovered by YOU DOING WHAT I REQUEST and Me honoring what you have to share with Me. From there we both get to determine our suitability.
Oh yes, and what is with the supposed slaves offering theirself for ALL? I really don't get it. If you offer all, you should be here already not phone-finger fucking Me.
I'll tell you how My first introduced himself, got a picture, every alais I've got and is on speed dial on My phone.... wait for it.... in his FIRST email, he quoted My profile, commented on it and said why HE LIKED ME. Wow! There it is folks, the slave told Me what he liked from My profile! LOL
When he asked how to proceed, I told him we move to another chat venue (NOT PERSONAL PHONE LINES). He moved so fast I got whiplash!
We typed some words and after a few minutes things started getting convoluted -as TYPING THOUGHTS OFTEN DOES. I told him it wasn't working for Me and it wasn't going to work for Me if we didn't speak by telephone. BAM! - he said I could call him ASAP. I called him and the rest is, literally, history.
IF YOU CANNOT SPEAK BY PHONE I AM NOT INTERESTED. No where to go and time is a ticking!
Newsflash, I am not going to work overmuch to get you to submit yourself to Me. I am not a salmon or a trout. If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen and if you cant come off the porch, you can't play with the big dogs.
And don't get your hopes up, My tongue is worse than My lash...unless you are beloved and then you will get your just desserts! lol
Draco023
slave rules
slave must only use the 3rd person to refer to itself
slave must confess that is is just an or garbage
slave must always be honest
slave may not have dignity or respect of any kind
slave must show total respect for Master or any humans
slave may not speak without permission
slave make not look at its Master without permission or look at other humans
slave is always wrong if its Master or another human tells it so
slave may not use a human name
slave must always accept punishment, abuse, or a beating if it pleases its Owner Master
slave may only live if it pleases her Owner Master
slave must never close its legs, they always must be apart
its holes must be available to its Master any time or any place
it must use every part of its body to please Master
slave must always be nude when it pleases its Masters
slave must be chained or tie up any time it pleases Master
slave must dress any way its Master orders it to dress
slave may never talk back or say "NO" to her Master
slave must always speak in a low sweet voice
slave may never own anything
slave may never use big words or else it must be punished
slave Master has complete control of how it moves: walk, crawl, speak, breaths, kneel, etc
slave must worship its Master’s cock and all of his body
slaves Master pleasure matters, its pleaser means nothing
slave must never edge its self without permission or take any sexual pleasure without permission
slave dignity or feelings are worthless
slave must not sit or use human furniture unless it is given permission
slave must ask to enter or leave a room
slave must ask to poo or pee
slave must whip, cane, or abuse its body when ordered to
slave must drink piss, cum, spit when it is ordered to
slave may not remove spit, cum, or piss from its body unless it is ordered to
slave must not sleep unless order to
slave must use degrading names when it refers to its self, for example: piss pot, cunt, inferior human, cum bucket, ugly, pig, whore, sick o, tits, ass hole, cunt hole, slave, fuck toy,
slave may never speak to another human without permission
slave must thank Master for using it, for allowing it to cum
slave must clean off Master's great cock after he is done using it
slave must perform any sexual act that it is ordered to do, no matter how degrading, painful or humiliating
slave must write down every single thought is has for its Owner Master's review
slave must sleep on the floor, or in its cage, cell when it is not serving its Master
slave must eat on the floor and its food must be cold with little taste unless it is given permission to eat people's food. its hands must always be behind its back
slave must now beg for anything it needs, food, water, etc, it must beg to be punished, abuse, beaten also
***slave may be punished or abuse or beaten because it deserves it because it is inferior, stupid, weak, and worthless cunt
***slave must repeat its rules over and over every day
BullMeister What are the origins of My interest in the Master/slave dynamic? That's a question I have asked Myself many times and still find the answer elusive. Was it all those sword and sandal films I watched with the muscle bound men in chains? Or is it something deeper that drew me to those films and all the other images of lesser men serving a Superior? As humans, I believe we are drawn to others that confirm what we know is true about ourselves, My involvement in training and developing slave minds and bodies dates back to the mid 1990's. I was newly out in My mid 30's and drawn to the darker edges of the gay community I was exploring. I began to notice a man watching me in the leater/levi bar I had started frequenting. The man was not physically attractive but his intensity interested Me. I was curious. Asking others brought a common warning, "he's a werido stay away". I continued to ignore and then finally one day he spoke to me. his first word to Me was "Sir".
More later......
SteveCroxteth A record of a night out, recalled by the lady, written by me.
Dinner.
My phone warbled, from the tone I knew it was a text from Steve. ‘Blue’ was all it said. It was an instruction on what colour of underwear I was to wear tonight. That my lover had been thinking of what I should wear closest to the most intimate parts of me made an interesting diversion from a dull meeting and I took a moment to enjoy the prospect of what tonight held.
5pm arrived and I was out of the building like a sprinter, trailing my suit bag and case behind me! He had booked me into the beauticians for 5.30 and it was a cab ride away, luckily the station was only around the corner and a taxi was waiting in the rank. Leaning to the passenger window I breathlessly asked ‘The beauticians on Marchmont St as fast as you can please’. I jumped in the back and we took off as if he knew why I was in a hurry!
On arrival I gave the Cabbie a £20 note and ran in through the black shop doors. The receptionist said ‘Ms Canning? booked in by Mr Mitchell?’ Yes I replied and was introduced to a middle aged lady who led me downstairs. Sitting in a consultation area she asked me a few questions that gave me some insight into what Steve had planned for this evening. I was going to be waxed, a Hollywood plus my legs, all my nails were to be done, a full facial and my hair was going to be worn ‘up’. My makeup was also going to be done, and a massage had been booked. I was going to be collected at 7.15 so time was tight.
First I was waxed, it had been done before however this time all the hair was to be removed, including from my armpits, I was told to strip, and put on a dressing gown. I lay back on the white padded table, placed my lower legs in the cradles and tried not to seem embarrassed though the blotches on my throat gave my true feelings away away. As I had been booked in by a man they must have realised why I was there. I loved being Steve’s submissive however I still felt embarrassed if I thought people knew. Once she had started removing the faint traces of hair two women joined her and my finger and toenails were filed and prepared. They were finished before I had to turn over and kneel on all fours; they gently held my buttocks apart as she removed all vestiges of hair from around my anus. Once my eyebrows had been plucked I put on the dressing gown on and was taken to a large wet room and advised to shower quickly, but not to rub the waxed areas.
It was heaven; the supply of toiletries was superb! I was quick, but called before I wanted to finish, trailing the dressing gown chord I went to the masseuse, Twenty minutes later I felt like a million dollars! She also applied the after wax solution to prevent in growing hair occurring. By now my mons was super smooth, and felt very sensitive. Then back into the shower, a quick wash off to remove the oil and then I was dried in a hot air chamber! Marvellous sensations of being caressed by a powerful jet of warm air blowing up from the floor! I parted my thighs just more than was needed to feel its effect on all my bare skin! I thought this a luxury until I was surprised by being told I was having a spray tan applied to turn my skin the gentle tinge of honey gold that he loved. I blushed internally when the beautician informed me she had been told it had to be even, and all over.
The private section of the beauty salon was the venue for my hair, make up, nails and I sat there nearly naked as people fussed around me. The facial was followed by the make up artist who asked what colour dress I was going to wear, dark blue I replied. By 6.45 I was being ushered into a dressing room where my bags had already been placed.
I rolled the dark, seamed fitted stockings up my legs, the suspender belt had the proper metal clips so it was a simple job to fix them. The dark blue silky thong slid neatly between my buttocks. The bra was designed to give a little more cleavage than it needed to. Finally I slid the panties up my thighs. Steve sometimes expected me to wear them over a thong; he delighted in taking my panties off twice and knew I did not find a thong too comfortable to wear. It was part of why he made me wear one.
My shoes were high and black patent leather with wide ankle straps. The dress was close fitting across the top, plunge necked almost to my bra and the slinky material fell from my waist to just above my knees. It had been slightly lined, so my elaborate underwear was not obvious.
The shop called a taxi and I met Steve in the hotel foyer. Dressed in his DJ he was noticeable by his height but that was all that attracted attention. However I caught every male eye in the room. I crossed and embraced him as I always did if I knew what was good for me! It was a routine I had always felt embarrassed about, today it was more so as I was being watched by so many people. He murmured ‘You look absolutely stunning’. ‘Let’s get dinner out of the way, the clients wowed and committed to the project and you and I too our room.’ I stopped pressing myself against him as he finished speaking.
Dinner was a fairly lively affair, if a little difficult due to the 3 different languages. It seemed the Japanese chap to my right could only communicate by looking into my cleavage. As I was the only woman I had no competition and wished I had! However as he was the senior partner in the firm placing the order I tried to show some interest and smiled until my jaw ached.
By 10 it was done, a few good byes, an open ended expense account at a lap dancing club was organised and the rest of the party set off into the warm night air.
Steve led me by the arm to the lift. His hand rested on my waist as the door shut, it was trailing across by bottom as the door closed. By the time it opened again the people in front of us would not have known his hand had been up my skirt and caressing my bottom and the length of my slit the whole way from the foyer to the 25th floor. By now my tummy had the light feeling that always presaged our time alone. I did not know whether I was to be spanked or made to pleasure him, the feeling in my tummy didn’t care.
The room was large, the bed huge, it had a sitting area and a large desk. It was stylishly lit by wall lamps and just warm enough. The view out over London was amazing. He emptied his pockets onto the desk and removed his jacket. ‘Come here’ was a simple statement. It never failed to make my throat feel tighter. ‘Remove my tie’ was the next thing he said. I ran my fingertips over his neck and kissed where his shirt collar had been. He quickly spun me around so I faced a mirror, his arms encircled my waist and he whispered int
Anjunajune Master's WritingsFoundations: The Ethics of SadismThe ethics surrounding sadomasochistic play are perhaps among the most important in all of the BDSM community. I constantly see posts from masochists searching for a "Real Sadist", someone who knows what they are doing and they can trust. And why shouldn’t they, in this realm, we are often talking about genuine pain and the potential for real harm. Yet I continue to see those who call themself by the title, who operate without a code and believe that sadism is nothing more than a license to hurt another person. Thus, the need for a code and identify the ethics behind the title.Up-front, any attempt to identify ethics must include basic standards such as:
Both parties being of minimum legal age
Both parties being competent to legally consent
All physical and mental health considerations of both parties have been made known
The nature, depth and limits on the activities have been previously agreed to by both parties
Consent of the bottom has been given to the activities discussed without any form of duress, coercion, manipulation or barter
and finally, that safewords or some form of safeguard communication is in place that stop or pause play as necessary
Beyond the basics, however, I believe that the ethics of sadism must go beyond that. It must include a dedication to perfecting one's skills and knowledge of the craft long before you ever raise a cane, a commitment to know your bottom to a depth beyond normal play so that you possess a clear understanding of what they want and why they want it and an absolute mandate that the Sadist never brings their outside emotions, such as anger or stress, into a scene (if you are made at the world, no bottom should pay for that). Additionally, it must also include a dedication to maintain a constant awareness of a bottom's capacities throughout any scene.But the real point of the ethics of Sadism lies in the commitment to maintaining all of these beliefs and values during the heart of a scene. It is easy to be ethical before a scene begins, but as the tempo rises, as the pain threshold lies within reach, being ethically strong enough to not get carried away in the thrill and glory of the moment is an ever present challenge. It is there, in that moment when a Sadist must lean into their ethics and remember their responsibility for a bottom's safety, the commitments you made about the scope play, and the dedication to not get sloppy with either technique or intention. In the heat of the moment, you walk the fine line between pleasure and pain, ecstasy and injury, but responsibility requires a strong ethical core to keep your bottom safe and deliver wisely on the gift of the experience you deliver.For me it is the connection I make during play, either physical, as in touch, or verbal, as in checkups, communication and listening. Connection helps remind me my bottom is a person. A person who has placed their body and experiences in my hands. It humbles me and reminds me that without ethics, I am no better than a monster with a whip. It is the ethics of Sadism that keeps me human and allows me to call myself a sadist with a clear conscience.
Missblue303 I want to be clear...here are my hard limits...
Kids
Animals
Choking
Guns
Orgies/Gangbangs
Swinger type events. I am into the power exchange not group sex
Cuckold
Scat
Serious Public Humiliation/ Sarcasm/ Degradation/ and/or blackmail
Diapers
Pacifers
Bottles
Dont ever call me mom or mommy
Age Play
Animal Play, no pony or puppy role play either ( can be done at very infrequent times but not for all the time)
Sissy play (some femme is ok)
Needle Play
Tattoos /brands, unless you are collared I won’t tattoo you ... and even then I probably won't.
Blood Play
Illegal Drugs and many legal ones
Smoking/smoke
Untruthfulness
Ass to mouth. I will not take things from your ass and expect you to put them in your mouth
Death play
Vomit
Occultism
Paranormal things
Vampirism
Poppers or drugs
TeaMenthe The Particular Ache of an Empty House
I have been thinking about doors lately. The specific quality of a door that opens onto something waiting for you, the difference between entering a space that is simply empty and entering one that has been prepared, held in a certain state of readiness by someone whose entire orientation for the hours you were gone has been toward your return. I know that difference in my body. I have lived on both sides of it, and I will not pretend they feel anything alike.
Right now I come home to silence. It is my silence, my space, maintained to my standards because I maintain it myself, and there is nothing wrong with it except that it is inert. A room that has not been thinking about me. A kitchen that holds no evidence of anticipation. A threshold that does not know the difference between my arrival and any other event in the day. I cross it and the space simply continues being what it was, indifferent, unchanged, requiring nothing of either of us.
I miss the other kind of threshold with a specificity that surprises me sometimes.
I miss the quality of a home that has been tended. Not cleaned in the transactional sense, though that too, but tended in the way that a person tends something they care about, with attention to what it is for and who it belongs to. The particular arrangement of a room that tells you someone has been thinking about your comfort in your absence. The light already correct. The temperature already what you prefer. The small and specific details of your own preferences reflected back at you by a space that has been held, carefully, in your image while you were elsewhere inhabiting the world.
I miss being known before I speak.
There is a warmth to genuine devotion that I do not think translates to anyone who has not felt it, because it reads from the outside as service and from the inside as something closer to being loved in the most precise and practical language available. Not the warmth of sentiment, though there is that too, but the warmth of competence directed entirely at your ease. Of someone who has studied you carefully enough that your needs arrive met before you have finished forming them into requests. That warmth is not loud. It does not announce itself. It simply exists as the temperature of the space around you, slightly and unmistakably above what the world outside provides.
I think about coming home after a hard day, the specific hard days that my body produces without my permission, the ones where the pain has been a sustained and wearing presence since morning and the outside world has asked more of me than I had available and I have given it anyway because that is what I do. I think about what it would mean to cross a threshold into a space that already knew. Where the bath had been drawn, not because I asked but because someone understood the day I was having and had moved to meet me in it. Where the room was quiet and the lighting considered and the particular tea I need when I am worn down was already steeping to the correct minute.
Where someone was waiting, not with needs of their own to present or words requiring response, but simply with presence. The warm and steady presence of a person whose purpose, in that moment, is entirely my restoration.
I built that once. I know how to build it. I know what it requires, and what it produces. I know the specific quality of peace that settles into a body that has been genuinely, competently received by someone who considers receiving you their greatest privilege.
Kahlil Gibran wrote that work is love made visible. The devotion I am describing is exactly that: love made visible not in declarations but in the ten thousand small and correct things that together produce a life that feels held. The right cup. The considered room. The hands that know where it hurts without being told. The presence that asks nothing and gives everything and finds in the giving its own complete satisfaction.
I am building toward it again. This quiet house is a temporary condition, a chapter rather than a conclusion, and I know this with the certainty of a woman who understands the difference between where she is and where she is going.
But tonight I notice the silence, and I name what it is missing, and I let myself want it fully and without apology.
The warmth of a home that has been thinking about me is always on my mind.
LondonTriangle A handful of journals on here discuss disability and sexuality.
It shouldn't be challenging but it does make me think why should a disability hinder your true feelings or needs.
Some interesting artists have popped up locally: Mari Katayama
Very inspiring.
For some of the creative appreciators in the fetish scene.
MasterofEcstasy I stand before you. A Master Hypnotist trained in the ways of seduction and coercion. The collar that enslaves you still wreathes your lovely neck you can feel it, but how it has become invisible is unclear. You sense my hunger and begin to unbutton your blouse while unrestrained, addictive pleasure courses through your mind and body. Your blouse slips silently to the floor as you begin to remove your brazier and it suffers the same fate. Hoping desperately that your Master is pleased, you help your skirt slide down your legs to join the rest of you clothing. I stand close, forcing your gaze to meet mine, extinguishing the last of your free will. I fondle your breasts then the curve of your waist. I run my hand slowly up your spine and pull you close. You shudder and and struggle to remove your panties. Now as you stand before your Master, unadorned, a tidal wave of arousal washes through you but you there is no release in sight.
I motion and you sink slowly to the floor, fully naked, legs folded beneath you. Looking up at your Master, enraptured, doe eyed, staring longingly into my face, you place your hands on your thighs just the way you know that you should and feel the magic of my will and words bind you firmly into that position. I touch your lower lip with my thumb and slowly open your mouth. I slip my fingers every so carefully around the lips that will soon caress my cock. You feel yourself growing wetter, wetter everywhere as your desire for me grows but still you are not allowed to cum.
I touch your cheek, the lobe of your ear, slide my hand past your supple shoulder and as I reach down and let my finger encircle your left nipple my hard cock brushes your cheek and you are set aflame by passion as I command you cum. Explosions of rapture seize your body and you are racked in orgasm. Cum now! Harder! Cum for your Master! Harder! I slip my stiff cock into your mouth and as you close your soft lips around it another wave of frenzied pleasure rips through your body. Heaving in orgasm you suck and you lick frantically trying to make me climax. Finally, you taste the saltiness of me, feel the warmth on the back of your throat as I cum into your mouth. Greedily you swallow my gift as the next wave of indescribable pleasure tears through your body setting every nerve, every cell aflame.
I leave you burning as I slowly extract my member. Your mouth hangs open wide, not knowing what else to do. You still can't move as the last bit of my germ drips from the corner of your mouth onto your nipple. I look down at my perfect slave and tell you to relax, sleep now and you collapse wearily to the floor spent, happy to the core of your soul that you pleased your Master this time.
I pick you up, take you to bed. I gently kiss your lips, the small of your throat, a nipple, naval, your clit. I circle about you. Open your trembling legs. Run my hands down the velvety, warm flesh of your inner thighs as phase two of your training begins.
Minoan Noone Owes You A living
In the last few weeks, I've learned a lot of painful lessons. Top of the list is learning that no matter how solid you may think something is, no matter how well built and diligently assembled you may feel it is, no matter how recently it's solidity was tested and found good and true, that something can fail with breathtaking speed. Literally here today, gone tomorrow.
As a consequence, I find myself amazed that I STILL have to learn not to put too much reliance on one thing. We all need supports, we all need things and people in our lives that matter to us and who we matter to, but the lesson is that such things and people must, by virtue of necessity, be a plural. If we become too reliant on a single support then we run the risk that, should that support fail us then we fail with it. The collapse can be dangerous mentally, emotionally and physically because not only is so much of our structure built on that support, but there's not a huge amount left to work with when it's gone.
So spread the load, don't put too many eggs in one basket and, whatever you do, don't put all the eggs in one basket.
Secondly, and equally surprising that I STILL haven't learned it, is that as much as we want to be good for others and to show them love and support and kindness, we have to also do that for ourselves. We must remember to be an advocate for and believer in ourselves before we attempt to do those things for another. I feel this is for two reasons.
Firstly, if we cannot be for ourselves what we seek to be for others, how much value does what we offer actually have in our own eyes? How can we offer ourselves to another if we don't think we have much value and, in truth, don't actually want or like our self? Isn't that basically re-gifting the shitty present you got for Christmas or a birthday, and if it is what kind of a way is that to treat or see either ourselves or the person we offer ourselves to? Aren't we essentially saying that we hold them in such high regard we want them to have something we don't value or like or have a use for?
Secondly, assuming we do value our own love and support and kindness, we must always keep a personal stash of it just for our use. We must do this otherwise we risk the damaging, diminishing effaspects of someone taking those valued parts of ourselves and, instead of giving us the best of them in return, suddenly deciding they've had their fill and they're moving on. We are left not just lacking in the resources we need to function in their absence, but also knowing that we only have ourselves to blame for assuming that just because we wanted the best for them doesn't mean they're obliged to want the best for us. And if they did once, we have no right to assume they will continue to do so just because we want them to.
The third lesson is simple; people change, and nothing changes people like other people. We are all dynamic, constantly evolving and constantly discovering new places we want to go and new people want to be with and new people we want to become. And if that holds true for others then by definition it can and should hold true for us. We are not who we were, we are not really who we because really we're just constantly becoming who we will be. In the face of that, stability is an illusion and the only person we can and should truly depend on is ourselves. Everything and everyone else is temporary in our lives. We are permanent.
And the last lesson is a cliche. If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it doesn’t, then it was never meant to be.
MistressNikkiVixen Let’s speak on something most avoid.
What is the point of control, if there is no purpose behind it?
To take responsibility for someone, whether you call them a submissive, a slave, or anything else, and then leave them without direction, is not power, it’s mismanagement.
Service is meant to be useful.
Without purpose, without structure, without a defined role, that energy has nowhere to go, and over time it deteriorates, focus fades, discipline weakens, and what could have been something valuable becomes wasted potential.
So I ask,
You say you “own” them, now what?
What is their routine, what are they responsible for, what are they building under your direction, what is the outcome you’re working toward?
Because in any real system, any kingdom, any structure, everyone has a place.
A role, a function, a reason they exist within it.
Without that, you’re not leading, you’re collecting.
And that’s where most fail.
If your life cannot function without them, then who is truly in control?
If their only purpose is to sustain you financially, then what happens when they step away?
You haven’t built anything, you’ve created dependency.
And dependency is fragile.
Real power is stability, it’s structure, it’s having your world in order first, so that anything added to it strengthens it, not holds it together.
So this is the challenge,
Get clear, get structured, get intentional.
Because if you’re going to take responsibility for someone else,
You should already know what to do with it.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
MistressNikkiVixen There’s a pattern I see far too often—and it’s impossible to ignore.
Too many men hiding behind loud opinions, inflated egos, and surface-level submission. Talking endlessly, questioning everything, yet completely lacking the one thing that actually matters: direction.
And no—I don’t place that blame entirely on them.
Without consistent interaction, correction, and instruction from the Dom side, many never develop the proper tone of submission. They don’t learn restraint. They don’t learn how to listen. They don’t learn how to respond with intention instead of impulse.
So they remain… reactive. Over-opinionated. Frustrating.
Not because they’re incapable—but because no one required more of them.
Submission has a tone to it. It’s measured. It’s aware. It understands when to speak, and more importantly, when not to. It doesn’t push for control under the guise of curiosity or “connection.”
And without structure, without standards, without a Dom who actually enforces both—most will never evolve past that noise.
That doesn’t interest me.
I’m not here for unmanaged energy or misplaced ego.
I’m here for discipline. For growth. For those who are capable of refinement—and willing to be shaped by it.
The difference is always obvious.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
tomsub72 Just a thought
My dear sublook at you. Lying there so patiently, a good boy eager to please. You know what's coming, don't you? You feel the anticipation, the delicious thrill of expectation. My cock awaits, and so does the sting. Yes, there may be a little discomfort, a little tightness at first. But you understand, don't you? This is necessary. This is how you earn my approval, how you make your Mistress C proud.I will be patient, for a while. I'll let your little hole adjust. I'll feel the warmth of your body as it yields, just slightly. It will be an exquisite dance, a slow burn of pleasure and pain intermingling. There may be tears, little whimpers of protest. But these are merely a testament to the depth of your surrender, the degree to which you are allowing your Mistress to claim you.Every inch will be taken. Every thrust will be felt.I will alternate, exploring each facet of your yielding flesh. This is for your own good, little one.I am both ruthless and gentle – a delicate balance that you are privileged to experience. You will learn to crave the sting, the pressure, the feeling of being completely at my mercy.And then... then the patience will end. The rhythm will quicken, the pace will become furious. I will pound your hole, hard and fast, until you are screaming through that pitiful gag of yours. You will beg for it to stop, but your pleas are just music to our ears.I will take your desperate cries and weave them into our own symphony of dominance.I will show you the true meaning of being owned. I will show you the power of a Mistress's touch. I will show you what it means to truly be mine.
MissDAR Lately I've watched videos of people showing fake food, I've even come across some of it Myself.
But, I also question My life choice coming on this site that is now so full of fake people. They have flesh and bones yes, but no soul,
no honesty, half truths, and sometimes just down right lying losers and energy vampires.
I know I can't be the only one knowing this. I hear from men saying the same thing however , they are usually ( not always ) bullsh#ters themselves.
Yet here I am, still looking for a honest person is a sea of 1000's. Come on people, DO BETTER !
If your just looking for a play partner, say so. If you have family,property, work or a business and can't move, say so, better yet don't even write ,unless you will benefit Me.
I'm not a needy person, I do well enough on My own. I'm not looking for a certain look, body type or financial status. I don't give a sh#t.
Just because the world is going a bit crazy doesn't mean you have to.
I only want grounded honest people around Me. That's it !
MistressNikkiVixen You felt something real when you found me.
That pull you’re describing… you don’t need to question it.
Come here.
Be still for a moment and let everything else fall away.
In my presence, you don’t have to chase, you don’t have to prove, you don’t have to search anymore.
You’re safe here.
Not because you’ve lost yourself… but because you’ve found where you belong.
If you’re going to be devoted to me, then let it come from clarity, from trust, from the quiet certainty that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
I don’t need you overwhelmed.
I need you steady… focused… and aligned with me.
So come closer.
Stay here. I chose you
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
suckyD
The silken ropes, a web both soft and tight,
Secure your limbs in the fading light.
You offer trust, a fragile, sacred thing,
Awaiting the pleasure your queen will bring.
Her eyes hold fire, her smile is sharp and keen,
The most intoxicating sight you've seen.
She moves with purpose, confident and slow,
And from a drawer, her chosen tools will grow.
The harness waits, of polished midnight black,
And as she lifts it, there is no turning back.
The leather sings a low and throaty sound,
As she first wraps the straps securely 'round.
A deeper creak as she pulls the harness tight,
A groan of leather, bending to her might.
The sharp-edged click of buckle meeting tongue,
The final sound before your song is sung.
It strains against her hips, a second skin,
A promise of the place you've never been.
The scent of leather fills the charged-up air,
A musky perfume, potent and beyond compare.
She turns to you, her shadow tall and vast,
This moment of surrender built to last.
The silicone now cool against your heat,
A strange and shocking, yet delicious, treat.
Your breath catches in a sharp, surprised gasp,
As past your final, guarded line she'll pass.
A world of pleasure, sharp and brand new,
Unfurls inside, completely owned by you.
And in the creak of leather, in her sigh,
You learn to fly, and learn to fall, and die
To who you were, reborn in this new role,
The willing vessel for her hungry soul.
Mysterium
Your Negotiation Means Nothing If the Results Were Forged
[CW: STI non-disclosure, predatory behavior, legal consequences, community safety]
Let me paint you a picture.
Someone gets a positive result. Instead of disclosing instead of doing the one thing that consent absolutely requires they go shopping. They find a friend. They swap names on paperwork. They screenshot someone else's results. They walk into your negotiation with fabricated proof and a smile, and everything you agreed to was built on a lie.
Your yes was never real. You consented to a fiction. And now you're living with the consequences.
This isn't just a community problem. It is a crime.
And I want the people doing this to understand exactly what they're walking into because the law in these states doesn't mess around.
FLORIDA
Under Florida Statute §384.24, you don't even have to transmit anything. Knowingly having an infection, being informed you can transmit it, and sleeping with someone without disclosure is already the crime. Non-disclosure of most STIs is a First Degree Misdemeanor. Non-disclosure of HIV is a Third Degree Felony up to 5 years. A repeat offense escalates to a First Degree Felony. The statute covers gonorrhea, chlamydia, syphilis, herpes, and HIV. Fabricating test results to obtain that consent? That's fraud layered on top of the underlying charge.
GEORGIA
Under Georgia Code 16-5-60, there are criminal penalties for reckless conduct involving HIV and hepatitis transmission. Prosecutors in Georgia are aggressive about pursuing charges against those who fail to disclose their status to sexual partners. And for anything not specifically named in the statute syphilis, herpes, anything else a person can still face assault charges.
TENNESSEE
Criminal exposure to HIV in Tennessee is a Class C Felony that is three to fifteen years in prison and up to $10,000 in fines. Tennessee covers HIV, Hepatitis B, and Hepatitis C specifically under criminal exposure law. The burden falls on the defendant to prove disclosure happened, and proving disclosure is notoriously difficult because there is rarely documentation so it often comes down to whose word gets believed in front of a jury.
ALABAMA
Alabama's communicable disease exposure statute casts a wide net "contact" is broadly undefined, meaning a whole range of behaviors can be criminalized, and neither intent to transmit nor actual transmission is required for prosecution. Alabama has also pursued HIV exposure cases under general criminal law, including attempted murder charges where intent can be established.
MISSISSIPPI
Mississippi's felony exposure statute covers HIV, Hepatitis B, and Hepatitis C. Exposure without disclosure can result in felony charges. This is not a state where you want to test those limits.
SOUTH CAROLINA
South Carolina carries explicit criminal exposure statutes covering HIV, Hepatitis B, and Hepatitis C both misdemeanor and felony tiers depending on the circumstances and the infection involved.
LOUISIANA
Louisiana has been actively expanding its reach. Intentional exposure to incurable STIs without disclosure has been the subject of legislation targeting up to 10 years in prison and $5,000 in fines. Syphilis and herpes both incurable fall squarely in that conversation.
And then there's civil court which doesn't need a criminal conviction to destroy you.
If a partner knowingly infaspects you, you can file civil battery or negligence claims. Intentional, unconsented, harmful contact raises the damages recovered and can run alongside criminal charges simultaneously. A fabricated test result isn't a defense it's evidence of premeditation. A civil attorney will use it to light you on fire.
Now let's talk about the test swapping specifically.
Presenting falsified medical documentation to obtain sexual consent is fraud. Full stop. It potentially constitutes identity fraud, forgery, and fraud to obtain consent all separate charges that can stack on top of whatever STI exposure statute applies. You handed someone else's results to your partner. That's a paper trail. That's a witness. That's a case.
What this means for all of us in this community
We build our entire framework on the quality of the information exchanged during negotiation. One lie poisons the whole structure. Informed consent isn't informed if the information is fake.
Ask for documentation. Ask about the lab. Ask about the date. Cross reference the details. If someone treats those questions like an insult if they get hostile, evasive, or suddenly defensive about you wanting to verify what they've handed you that reaction is data. Use it.
Protect yourself. Know your rights. And if something has already happened to you talk to someone who can help you understand your options. You have them.
Legal References
Florida Fla. Stat. 384.24 Unlawful Sexual Intercourse / STI Non-Disclosure
Florida Fla. Stat. 384.34 Penalties for STI-related violations
Georgia Ga. Code Ann. 16-5-60 Reckless Conduct / HIV & Hepatitis Exposure
Tennessee Tenn. Code Ann. 39-13-109 Criminal Exposure to HIV, HBV, HCV (Class C Felony)
Alabama Ala. Code 22-11A-21 Communicable Disease Exposure Statute
Mississippi Miss. Code Ann. 97-27-14 — Felony Exposure (HIV, HBV, HCV)
South Carolina S.C. Code Ann. 44-29-145 — Criminal Sexual Conduct with STI Non-Disclosure
Louisiana La. R.S. 14:43.5 — Intentional Exposure to AIDS Virus; pending expansion legislation
Civil Liability Negligence & Battery claims available in all 50 states; no criminal conviction required
https://www.nolo.com/legal-encyclopedia/sexually-transmitted-diseases-stds-lawsuits.html
https://www.hivlawandpolicy.org/state-profiles/south-carolina
https://www.kevinkuliklaw.com/is-std-transmission-a-criminal-offense-in-florida/
https://www.legalmatch.com/law-library/article/liability-for-transmitting-a-sexually-transmitted-disease.html
https://www.criminaldefenselawyer.com/resources/transmitting-std-florida.htm
https://www.criminaldefenselawyer.com/resources/transmitting-std-north-carolina.htm
subSlutTina4U October 21.2023 Update .... H/hello SIRs n everyone, it has been a long absence from Cs but after deciding to start the New Year off afresh encountered password problems again, and took it as maybe it should re-evaluate its life ? Unfortunately just a wasted 10 months, and having recovered its correct password yet again, finds itself even more brainwashed by M.s Bdsm vids, and craving even Harder use by even more men than ever before - whilst it is Spring rutting season here in the Southern hemisphere, its also Fall cuffing season in Northern hemisphere, so maybe it will get lucky .. ie. owned. NB. please excuse if it has just read or reread Your mssgs but a Lot of new and forgotton old ones to catch up on. it will def try to update its profile and new pix soon, however the basics remain the same, and it does not want its page to disappear for months so soon after being back here. Thank You for Your time perusing slavesluts profile SIRs.
Fck it ... uploaded 2nd pic and bumped for review ... again Grrrrrrr
MissyMichelle Advice for messaging*It is disrespectful and insulting when someone sends an introductory email which does not mention anything specific about my profile or interact with it at all. Ask yourself this question. Could the majority of your email to me be copied and pasted to 100 other people and be just as valid? If the answer is yes and you send this to me then you have just identified yourself as a time waster. Do you want me to think of you as a time waster? Is this really how you want to introduce yourself?*If your spelling and grammar are poor, you are not putting in enough effort. This identifies you as LAZY. Some try to excuse their laziness with various reasons but you can always have a friend read what you write or just reread what you type out loud a few times before you hit the send button. I do realize that some bad punctuation is facilitated by the text editor here because this site strips out most punctuation except commas, question marks, periods, and exclaimation points. Hopefully this will be addressed someday, but till then you can still find creative ways to mimic other punctuation.*But the main form of showing disrespect through a lack of effort is just not typing very many words. Incomplete sentences, only one sentence, or worse, one word or just a bit of text speak show a lack of effort, interest, and concern. Many people do not want to communicate over a phone, they only want to type, but then they also are not willing to put in much effort at typing either. So I quickly find an imbalance of effort as I see the words I type quickly outpacing the other person. This makes the other person seem uninvolved and unappreciateive of my efforts. They insist that I type and not TALK to them but then they do not put effort in to type either!Frequently, I find that I spend a great deal more energy and effort typing long messages to people who do not put any effort into what they send me. Sometimes, when someone does not put enough effort into their messages, I will limit my response back to them. If all you can offer me is a few words or letters then I will try to use FEWER words and letters than you did! This will make my messages difficult to understand and if this frustrates you, GOOD. Now you know how I feel!*On the other hand, if you are willing to put time, and effort to create a polite, cogent, salient, and compelling email which directly references my profile... perhaps by pointing to something specific that I have written and telling me what you think about it, then you can be sure that I will write back to you.
TheDeviantDr __Do I Want A Sub or Slave?__There are many definitions of what is a sub and what is a slave, not are wrong, it's just a matter of personal opinion. I state that I'm looking for a slave, but what to me is a slave?Slavery to me isn't about having a servant without question, a punching bag, or a doormat. Slavery is a state of mind. In my mind, a sub is someone who likes to submit, but ultimately, through limiting what they submit to retain ultimate control. A slave gives over that control. It does not mean they don't have opinion, in fact they should have opinion, and those opinions should be listened to, but the ultimate control should sit with the Master. A Slave can live without constant control, but knows that with a look, or a call, they will submit to the one they call Master. A slave and a Master should move forward together, there relationship should be a balance between BDSM and 'vanilla' life. Following a heavy session, a slave should be held close, talked to, cared for, as at all times. Heavy play doesn't just have to mean a heavy spanking, but more importantly after forcing a strong psychological response from the slave. In public, and at work, a slave should always be seen as a 'vanilla' member of society, but underneath always know what they are owned. Sometimes they may receive a call, or a txt, or an email, telling them to carry out a task. It could be as simple as going to the toilet and removing their underwear, or only drinking one sort of drink in particular, but it would remind them of there ownership. Having behind there eyes that pearl of knowledge that they were owned, cared for, and controlled. A slave should be held close, cared for, and always listened to. Slavery is not being told what to do, it is giving the final decision as to what to do to the Master your trust. Many think limits need to be set in tone, but to me, slavery is without limits, or at least truly defined ones, HOWEVER, the trust control given over to the Master by the slave, means that to go beyond the limits of the slave and then to keep going without taking there opinion into consideration, is a breakdown in that trust. While a slave allows a Master control, it does not mean the master has to use it all. It is the ability to truly understand the limitations of the slave, and not over extend them, that makes one a Master, not just a bully.
mastergcs We here at the House of G are continuously evolving and growing and the training of our slaves is a daily ongoing process. We also train our Dominants and future Masters the same way. As you can tell by now, we are a training environment. However, we are TPE/24-7 (Total Power Exchange) and RT (Real-time), we do very little online. That does not mean that we are not willing to share information or to help other people in our lifestyle grow, but there are just some things that just do not work well online.
As for collars of consideration, we here at the House of G do not believe in them. In fact, I as the Master of the House of G, do not even offer my collar to people, they must ask for it and prove their worth before receiving it. Once they have it, it doesn’t end there; they must work hard to keep it. I have addressed this in several forums, and we are hoping soon to have our own website up, where Masters and Dominants who wish to learn can come together and share information.
As far as the House goes, our location currently is in Carrollton GA, we would be glad to make ourselves available, if you would like to come see us, provided after a few more conversations online that we find that your mindset is compatible with ours.
dancesonstarlight Property.
Noun.
1. A thing or things belonging to someone; possessions collectively.
2. An attribute, quality, or characteristic of something.
I, am property. I don't always behave that way, but I should, because that is what I am. Master is a saint for how much patience he's had with me. Property doesn't have a say or an opinion. No voice, nothing. Change is not easy for me. To my brain it signals that there's a threat, danger, or that my world is going to be upended. I don't really know what to do with change, and abrupt change? Forget it. My brain either goes into full meltdown or fight mode. There is no in between. To be calm during changes means a meltdown later. Because I'm only calm outwardly. Inwardly I'm screaming for something to be the same, anything. Even a small thing. Master is that one thing. When my brain is screaming, he's there, steadfast and strong, unyielding and sure. I am his property. I don't get a say anymore. But I do get protection, care, and a Master who has always been there since day one. I'm property. A thing. His thing. Whenever, wherever, however he wants. His.
I am not looking for a response to this. I'm posting so that I can come back and read it when I need to.
Madametanya Just so you know I am addicted to cotton school girl plaid skirts with opaque white pantyhose or thigh high nylons. Also addicted to gingham checks for skirts and dresses and blouses. These fabrics and patterns really get me excited and turned on sexually and always catches my eye when anyone is wearing these. Also addicted to white in most all feminine clothing, but especially white, tight denim fem jeans and shorts. Also get excited with cotton dresses and skirts and camisole tops in stripes. Love those stripes! Now do not laugh at this but the cotton check table cloths, like in Italian Restaurants and Pizza Parlors also turns me on. I like the smell of that type of cotton fabric along with the check pattern. Horny Crossdresser !!!
FemDommeBrenda Again, it is sad and pathetic that I am having to make this journal entry. First, in no shape or form did it hurt My feelings. But his correspondence has actually made My day and just proves My view/point of men that contact Me.
Second, I do not have to respond to anyone that contacts Me. Just like it was your choice to go through all of the profiles until you find Mine and send a message.
So here is the secret, if it truly someone that I am interested in, I will see just how long he will go before he turns ugly, name calling, etc. Again, does NOT hurt My feelings. his behavior actually makes Me feel sorry for him and I have no room for subs that I feel sorry for.
A certain book about D/s, that was turned into a 3 part movie, has actually turned this lifestyle in a wild romper room of kinky sex. A majority of the men that contact Me "say" they are not married but as things move along, the signs start popping up. Hey guys, not My first rodeo okay? ;-)
Of course, sex is great, especially hot monkey sex. Drop Me a line if you have no idea what that is. But personally for ME, it is a state of mind. So if you are looking for a Tuesday afternoon spank/sex romp, that's not going to happen so move onto the next profile. Oh yes, if you live outside the US, I will not sponsor you so begging to be My house boy again is pathetic
So why am I posting this? Because My favorite part of this lifestyle is training newbies. But apparently, subs that have been in this lifestyle for over 15, 20, 30 years really need a refresher.
After all of these years and you are still searching to be owned, you need to look at your approach to see if you come off desperate or even as a stalker. Just putting it out there.
Well today's lesson is over
Pain and Pleasure always,
Mistress Brenda
hopefully, autocorrect hasn't made Me look like uneducated. :-)
whtmtnlady Current Mood......
I have climbed highest mountainsI have run through the fieldsOnly to be with youOnly to be with you
I have runI have crawledI have scaled these city wallsThese city wallsOnly to be with you
But I still haven't found what I'm looking forBut I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I have kissed honey lipsFelt the healing in his fingertipsIt burned like fireThis burning desireI have spoke with the tongue of angelsI have held the hand of a devilIt was warm in the nightI was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found what I'm looking forBut I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I believe in the kingdom comeThen all the colors will bleed into oneBleed into oneBut yes I'm still runningYou broke the bondsAnd you loosed the chainsCarried the crossOf my shameOh my shameYou know I believe it
But I still haven't found what I'm looking forBut I still haven't found what I'm looking forBut I still haven't found what I'm looking forBut I still haven't found what I'm looking for
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emptysoultoown Well its week after the Montreal Fetish weekend and I can't help but to get depressed after being immersed in an environment which Is so conducive to acceptance.
Having some impact play with VagaBound in the VIP dungeons was a breath of fresh air and him doing the photo shoots for me on the streets of Montreal
And especially a City like Montreal that welcomes you so well being fetish and kink and being able to so freely excepted doing photo shoots around and on the streets of Montreal was inspiring.
I cannot wait till next year MFW 2025 to create more content and hopefully I find the owner as the Rubber sub and Rubber Doll i am that can consume me and complete my existence. Its been a long journey.
I am trying to concentrate on the next events that are ahead of me like Folsom Kink street fair SF September 29th 2024 and then DOMMETRIPS Cozumel Mexico October 5th to October 12th. As a early 57th birthday present.
Then I also have to find a costume ball or event for Halloween for September. To go full latex Cat hood, catsuit too. Need to keep the constant rush happening for the adrenaline rush and excitement showing the rubber doll in me.
I am also have my attention on Claiming my tickets for MFW 2025 when they go on sale January and Fetish factory Florida Anniversary 5 day event 2025.
LordOverload Here is the prolouge for the new book - let me know if you want to see the full thing, I might look for a place to publish it. The full mansucriot is about 65500 words
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SteveCroxteth She would probably have bent over the padded bench if he had told her too, but he had lifted her easily and firmly pushed her over it. If asked she would have reached forward and held the legs before he had secured her wrists to them. Likewise she might have spread her feet wide, but there was no choice given at all, and she was helpless.
She would not have tied her hair in a ponytail but she was in no position to resist, or to stop him tightening the strap over her lower back that forced so wanton a display of her buttocks. He had bared her nipples by removing her bra with a knife.
She was denied the modesty of her skirt when he tucked it up in the waistband. The tie sided panties were soon pressed into her mouth which he had been made it available by attaching her hair to the waist strap, forcing her head back so affording her only a forward view.
She was now displayed, securely bound and completely available.
A familiar sound made her wonder if his intention was to use or discipline her. He had a crop in a Velcro sealed case, it wasn’t often she regretted her music playing however it concealed enough of the sound to make her unsure, was it the crop case opening, or was it his trouser zip?
She involuntarily clenched her buttocks, this served to pucker her anus, almost inviting him to use her there. – she suddenly wondered if could serve to distract him?.. Then wondered again if he actually intended to beat her? Moments prior to her restraint he had demanded her tongue, ‘Good girl ‘he had murmured into her mouth before his hand descended and found her becoming aroused.
She heard his step on the wooden floor; her curiosity would soon be resolved.
hopeb Alright......look... if I get a DM asking me to go to Google chat OR any other chat program BEFORE we get to know each other a LITTLE bit THAT is NOT going to happen. Much like that "take off your clothes" and/or "what are you wearing"
Yes I want and NEED to find a Master OR Mistress and YES that this web page has been reckoned to Mos eisley spaceport, and I understand people have been hurt from their interactions. However:
*I* know that *I* am worth it, I'm worth the time AND effort that is required to claim me, this isn't going to be easy and IF it was then wouldn't you be more concerned? Perhaps, JUST perhaps the reason people get those type of people that are NOT "real" is because of the DM's that they receive? Take it for what it is...
SO the pictures of me ARE me.....the text I wite (with spelling errors) ARE mine. i'm asking for you, to look deeper, take a chance to nuture a relationship with me,THAT is what will form a unbreakable bond, NOT "what are you wearing".....
With Love,
hope
FelineRanger So here's some more detail (and something to push down my previous whining about the site ). My wife and I are both looking for our own play partners, so I guess you could call it an open relationship. She's looking for a friend with benefits, emphasis on "friend," as in somebody she could just as easily talk to about daily minutia as she would give him a blow job. I'm not looking for anything quite so equitable. I'm looking for someone who would indulge me in whatever my twisted mind comes up with, like exhibitionism and public play or breathplay or the "usual" spankings and other impact play. I do have some limits of my own, chiefly scat and blood. Also, even though I might want my slave to show a lot of skin and go without bra or panties while she's with me, I wouldn't insist she do that or anything else that might put her job at risk. Yes, I am definitely looking for in person contact at least once a week.
My wife and I also have an agreement that we meet each other's play partners and basically vet them. It's not like we're conducting interrogations, it's just determining if we all get along and if there are any red flags.
bdsmsubmissive93 wheres the pain
Where the pain i need to strive in this world i need pain to feel alive the marks arent there wheres the pain the pain that takes me to cloud 9 here we are no pain no marks am i still breathing am i where i need to be begging for pain this is all confusing why do i strive on pain how did i end up this way Master i feel like breaking down i need the pain i need the guidance you give me your hand around my throat the pain you inflict upon your property where is the pain cause this causing withdrawals i need the pain i need you i am nothing without you where oh where is the pain i want to feel the heat from each stroke of your toys Master what is wrong with me
MoonlitFox My Ideal Mommy Domme
The Background
The idea of submission to another is still a very new concept to me, and has come out only after a very long time of considering myself purely a dom for about fifteen years at this point. I still love being a Dom to my wonderful partners, and have no desire to change the way those relationships operate. At the same time, I now have a strong desire to explore this side of myself and experience a new side of the kinks I love so much. It makes sense to me, then, that this is something that I want to explore with a new partner.
This is not a comprehensive look at myself as a submissive. This is partially due to my own inexperience, and it is something that I hope to write about in the future. At this time, I do not know whether being a submissive will emerge as something that I want to explore for the rest of my life, or if it is something that will be less frequently desired. I have chatted with prospective dommes in the past, but they have all fallen through for one reason or another, and I am hoping to avoid that in the future (this is also not a post made to criticize those I have interacted with previously).
The list below is written generally, but I will make sure to say more about the specifics I desire from that under each bullet point. For those of you that do consider yourselves subs, I hope this assists you in further understanding your own desires as a submissive. For the Dommes out there, I am flattered you would read this, and that already constitutes a big green flag for me. 💚
The Criteria I Seek
1) Be confident with what you want out of a relationship with me.
MadameTessaH When Tenacity Becomes Entitlement
There is a difference between being persistent and being entitled.
That difference matters.
Especially in BDSM spaces.
Tenacity, when it is healthy, can be admirable. It can mean someone is patient, respectful, willing to learn, and capable of showing steady interest without demanding immediate reward. It can mean someone understands that trust takes time. It can mean they are willing to show up with consistency instead of trying to force instant intimacy.
But too often, what some people call tenacity is not tenacity at all.
It is pressure.
It is impatience dressed up as devotion.
It is someone deciding that because they want access, attention, conversation, affection, dominance, submission, or play, they are owed a path to it.
They are not.
No one is owed access to another person.
Not because they sent a message. Not because they wrote a long introduction. Not because they have waited. Not because they believe they are “different.” Not because they think they would be a perfect match. Not because they call themselves submissive, dominant, switch, slave, Master, Mistress, Daddy, pet, little, or anything else.
Interest does not create obligation.
Desire does not override consent.
Persistence does not erase a boundary.
In BDSM, we talk often about consent during scenes. We talk about safewords, limits, negotiation, aftercare, and risk awareness. Those conversations are necessary. But consent does not begin when someone is tied to a cross, kneeling at someone’s feet, or negotiating play.
Consent begins at first contact.
It begins with whether a person wants to talk to you at all.
That is where many people fail.
They treat the first message as an opening move in a game they intend to win. If they do not get a response, they send another. If they are ignored, they try again somewhere else. If they are blocked, they create a new path. If they are told no, they look for a loophole.
That is not dominance.
That is not submission.
That is not devotion.
That is disrespect.
A person who cannot respect a simple social boundary has no business asking for access to deeper, more vulnerable spaces.
If someone says they are not interested, believe them.
If someone does not respond, accept that silence as information.
If someone declines a chat request, do not treat it as a challenge.
If someone blocks you, that is not an invitation to find another way in.
If someone has clearly stated on their profile how they want to be approached, and you ignore it, you have already answered the most important question about yourself.
You have shown that your wants matter more to you than their boundaries.
That is not a good look.
And it is not a small thing.
In BDSM, attention to detail matters. Respect matters. Self-control matters. The ability to hear “no” without spiraling, sulking, arguing, punishing, or pushing matters. These are not optional social graces. They are foundational skills.
If you cannot handle not getting a reply to a message, how are you going to handle negotiation?
If you cannot respect a profile, how are you going to respect limits?
If you cannot accept a polite decline, how are you going to accept a safeword?
If your first instinct after rejection is to push harder, you are not showing passion.
You are showing a lack of emotional discipline.
That does not build trust.
It destroys it.
The fantasy version of BDSM often rewards persistence. The determined suitor. The relentless dominant. The submissive who proves devotion by refusing to give up. The person who keeps chasing until the other person finally realizes they were the right choice all along.
Real life does not work that way.
Real people have boundaries, preferences, schedules, moods, histories, safety concerns, and instincts. Real people get to decide who they engage with. Real people are allowed to say no for any reason or no reason at all.
And no, you do not have to like it.
You do have to respect it.
That is where maturity enters the room.
A mature person can be disappointed without becoming manipulative.
A mature person can feel rejected without becoming cruel.
A mature person can want someone and still understand they are not entitled to that person.
A mature person can move on.
This is especially important for submissives who approach Dominants with the language of service. Service is not pestering someone until they give in. Service is not demanding that a Dominant manage your feelings because you did not get the response you wanted. Service is not showing up with a fantasy and expecting a stranger to step into it on command.
Service begins with respect.
Read the profile.
Follow the instructions.
Offer a thoughtful introduction.
Accept the answer.
And if there is no answer, accept that too.
Dominants are not vending machines where you insert flattery and receive attention.
Submissives are not auditioning for your approval because you have declared yourself dominant.
Switches are not available simply because you are curious.
Kink labels do not remove basic human courtesy.
The same applies to Dominants who mistake aggression for authority. Sending commands to a stranger is not dominance. Calling someone pet names without permission is not dominance. Ignoring stated limits is not dominance. Acting offended because someone does not recognize your self-appointed title is not dominance.
Dominance without consent is just behavior.
And often, not very good behavior.
A real power exchange requires trust.
Trust requires safety.
Safety requires respect.
Respect requires the ability to stop.
That last part is where many people reveal themselves.
Can you stop when someone does not answer?
Can you stop when someone says no?
Can you stop when your ego wants one more message?
Can you stop when you think you deserve an explanation?
Can you stop when you are embarrassed?
Can you stop when you are disappointed?
That ability matters.
LadyEnchantress How many of us find the treasure we've sought for so long? How many of us give up and just accept what is in front of us? How many of us are truly sincere and willing to kiss a few frogs while trying to find our kinky slave or the pearl.
Someone suggested I should put up a picture and that My feed would blow up. That's not what I want. Let's be real, the one or two or three I want may not be here, it’s like finding a needle in a haystack. Lol I'm sure there is a more up to date analogy.
Yet we persevere hopeful for a meaningful connection. They are few and far between, but on ocassion we meet someone, strike up a conversation and even a friendship.
Where is the boy you want to beat when frustration is high? Where is the slave You want to kneel and do whatever You command? Where is the man you want to rub Your back and have a meaningful conversation with? it's a dichotomy, can you find both in the same individual or do You have a stable of eager boys ready to serve? Time to find what's right for Me! The search continues. Goddess
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January 25, 2022 - My Leatherboy wants fucked.
It's been a while since I have written a story. Because of asthma and lung problems, I'll be honest, I hid out for quite some time during the beginning of the pandemic.
After I received my first two shots I became a little more active, and after the booster shot, things are starting to return to normal. But we won't talk about the pandemic, because I always try to stay away from conversations on religion, politics, and now... The pandemic.
This story is about my leather boy who came for a visit. He visited before but I didn't write the story. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, on his second visit I took his virginity. This is his third visit.
We didn't waste much time after we got inside the house, he stripped naked almost immediately. I know how much he loves leather, the smell, the texture, even the taste as he licks my leather. So before heading upstairs to the bedroom, I grabbed my leather jock, which is actually a codpiece.
Once we got upstairs to the bedroom, I stripped down and handed him the codpiece and told him to put it on me. It is entirely made of leather, and the front of the codpiece is a flat piece of leather with a hole in it large enough to pop my cock and balls through. Then there is a leather waistband that snaps in the back. And finally an "up the ass crack" piece of leather that loops over the waistband.
He snapped all the leather pieces together around my waist with the bright silver snaps. Then looped the piece going up my ass crack over the waistband and snapped it in place also.
I turned around and handed him the pouch that snaps into place over my cock and balls. He snapped the bottom snap in place below my balls at my taint. Then after slightly and gently fondling the smooth soft leather, he gently pushed the pouch over my cock and balls and attach the two side snaps, one on each side of the base of my cock. My cock and balls are now almost completely hidden by the Leather pouch.
As he started to snap the first of the three across the top, the cock of my head was peeking out a little bit. I stopped him, and unsnapped the two side snaps he had just completed. My growing cock spring free, and I told him, "Why don't you suck on Daddy's cock for just a moment before you close it up."
He anxiously took my cock in his mouth and started to work on it. It felt wonderful, warm and wet. His tongue darting around my cock as it grew stiffer and stiffer. I knew he was enjoying the smell of the codpiece as well as the taste of my cock. I wouldn't be surprised if I was already starting to precum a bit at this point.
I let him suck my cock and lick my balls for a while and then told him to close it up. He reattached the two side snaps, stuffed my hard cock in the pouch as best he could, and then attached the three snaps across the top.
I told him to get in bed face down. He quickly complied of course. I grabbed a long soft rope from the table and walked back to the bed. I took his right wrist in my hand and put it behind his back. I think it surprised him a bit. I was a little bit aggressive at this point, maybe that's what surprised him. Then I grabbed his left wrist and put it behind his back on top of his right wrist.
I started wrapping the soft rope around his wrists using a special technique that I had learned at CLAW quite a few years ago that keeps the rope from tightening around the wrist and cutting off blood flow. Eventually his hands were tightly secured behind his back.
I lubed up a couple fingers and started playing with his ass. I felt his hips push back against my fingers as they penetrated his tight hole. Deeper and deeper I pushed until I found his prostate. I started massaging his prostate which caused him to moan. I continued adding more lube and more fingers until he was nice and loosened up and relaxed.
I have a small dressing mirror on the wall that is positioned in the exact place so that if a boy looks to the right, he can see the reflection of his own ass as I work on it. I noticed that my leather boy kept turning his head to the right, I'm not sure if he was watching the scenario unfold in the mirror or just changing his head position.
I walked over to the table and got a very small string of anal beads. There are only four beads and are probably only 3/4 inch in diameter. I wanted to leave something in his ass as I was planning my next move.
I pushed the first bead against his tight hole, and kept pushing until it popped inside his ass. As I started to push the second bead into him I felt him push his hips back to give me full access. He was enjoying the feeling as the second bead popped into him. I started to push the third bead up his ass but at the last moment decided to pull and tug so he could feel the second bead pop out. That only meant I had another opportunity to push that bead back in place where it belonged. Soon the third bead joined the first two in his warm lubed hole. I pulled all three beads out just so I could start over again.
Occasionally his arms would move or jerk around as I would pop the beads in and out of his hole. This was accompanied by many soft moans slipping out of his lips.
After a bit of play all four beads were snuggly up his ass. With only the final Loop showing which would allow me to pull them out when I was done with my next task.
Although his hands were tied behind his back I told him to scoot down on the bed a bit. When he did, I climbed in near the top of the bed with my legs on each side of him, my cock near his face. I reached down and unsnapped the codpiece pulling it completely off. I laid it next to me on the bed because I knew I would be using it again soon, but for a different purpose.
Because his hands were tied behind his back, it was slightly difficult for him to lift his head to take my cock. So I grabbed his head on each side with my hands, lifted him up a little bit, and slid my body down a little closer.
He instinctively knew to open his mouth for my cock which was now in front of his face. I lowered his mouth onto my cock. Once again it felt wonderful. The muscles in his stomach were working overtime to allow him to bob up and down on my cock. And hopefully he could still feel the beads that were penetrating his ass. I know it was only a matter of time until those muscles started to wear out.
A few times I would pull him off my cock and push him onto my balls and let him lick and play with my balls with his tongue. Sometimes arching my back so he could look that area between my ass and my balls. It's one of my trigger spots, it really gets me going. I think I'm going to have to teach him to rim my nice clean ass sometime in the near future.
Occasionally using my hands on the size of his head I would force him deeper on to my cock, or if I felt he needed a breath of air, I would pull him off my cock so only the head of my cock was left in his mouth. As I expected, after about 10 minutes of this position his stomach muscles were giving out.
He could no longer pull himself off my cock. With no muscles to pull him off, his face fell forward, my cock finding its way to the
wyckid Wow.. it's been forever since I posted here. Im not even sure when journaling opened back up. Last weekend was 1 year since my husband/ex Master passed away. It's been a journey of refinding myself, of re discovering independence and my own abilities to take care of "honey do" jobs around the house, and of learning to put myself first. I've gone back to favorite recipes I hadn't made in years because he didnt like them, I've thrown out the foods I never liked but had because he liked them. I've even learned to install a doggie door and a keyless entry by myself:)
And I've gone through several cycles of being mad and sad, and mad and sad again. I didn't like the man he became, but I will always treasure the many years with the man he used to be. And while it's been a bumpy road, I like this version of me that has come out of it all. A me that wouldn't exist without the strength he gave me for years.
Be well wherever your soul rests, Daniels.
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