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What can I say here that does not offend ??? I say what I think so if that offends you then you will be invited to 'go forth and multiply!' Or words to that effect.
I am looking for someone who enjoys domestic chores; someone whose main desire is to make others happy. Simple really, isn't it?
I don't suffer fools, nor do I suffer people that are interested in extremes; I am not a piggy bank either It sure seems like there are many, many Dominants on this site that *want* to find a sub who will desire, obey, heed, do, etc. as they direct
and tell them to do, but when I ask them, Are you worth it? they often get angry and defensive. I think instead the smart and experienced
Dominant will indeed be able to answer that question from an interested submissive with an accurate, honest, and appealing list of how they
have taken care and managed themselves well, first and foremost.
I stand firmly in the Do as I say Do as I do camp within a dynamic. So many men who contact me aren't Dominant at all, and the first sign
is that they cannot or have not positively Dominanted themselves to a level of respectabilty and dare I say excellence, that both enhances themselves
and attracts a potential sub to their side. Read that again!
We all have physical issues, personality issues, baggage, etc., that we have acquired over the decades, and I can't fault anyone for
living life, but it's ALL in what we do with said issues and baggage that makes the Dominant and makes the sub a good match. And please, have the
astuteness to know when someone is on your level or not. Think Like Attracts Like, or at least start there when contacting or considering a potential.
Be honest with yourself and that person, and always look in the mirror before heading out!
One word of advise I would like to offer men.
It's something that might be hard for you to do . It might take some meditation time and soul searching. It will take listening to that higher voice inside and not your emotional fantasy side.
That advise is to be completely 100% honest with yourself and let that honesty spill over when your contacting someone on here.
People appreciate honesty rather than bullshit just like you do.
I have knot been here in forever just dropped in to see if there was anybody hogtied and gagged waiting for me here. Nope empty sighss. I am still addicted to bound and gagged sweatergirls and miss the "Damsels in Distress" that are hidden just around the bend. Been so long since I saw anybody gagged for me that i would more than likely jump out of my chair and yell if anyone send me a pic of them elfs gagged wearing a sweater!! But I can always hope. Any "Damsels" out there need hogtying err I mean rescuing let me know. "When there is trouble I am KNOT slow I hogtie the tight and away I go!! So ive messaged a few peole on here also received messages but it's very hard work. All the dom guys on here are asking for subs well I'm sub totally compliant, love to serve, very few limits very loyal, love sex, make an effort in how I look and dress, willing to travel, have added pics on my profile and yet still I'm struggling for meets and geneuine people in the Uk.
willing to try things I've never done before, so is it worth staying on here ??? at here must be a genuine Dom/master who wants to meet someone like me ? Well here I am message me if your genuine because I am xxx Suzy xxx Updates again, no longer outside of Bishop Auckland now nearer to Hartlepool and Peterlee.
No longer a couples profile, wife passed away so it's just me. Anyone who remembers meeting us from Reading, Durham etc please feel free to say hi.
Looking for play things, ideally the 1950's household where the wife/lady of the house stays home and takes care of the housegold chores. Man is king of his domain.
Also now looking for tv/cd/subs again, been time away for life but now actively looking. I'm back looking for a few subs of my own. I haven't really played much in the past 24 months. I'm now single and looking for fun subs. Preferably local, or within easy travel distance. Don't be offended if I don't answer your message, I get so many I just don't have time. Profiles without pictures won't get a reply unless pictures are sent with the message. I hate time wasters and bull shit! If you lie you're gone. I would consider a sub outwith the uk if travel here is easy, or a country I'm planning on visiting soon. Just adding a journal entry to expound a little on my ideal relationship. Perhaps entries with more of my thoughts will attract the right girl and prevent being pigeonholed as a certain type of man, at least by those willing (and able, lol) to invest some time reading. I would charactize myself as a very empathetic human-being. I am caring of other's feelings (at least of those that warrant such respect) and very mannerly toward women. This nature initially steered me toward being a DaddyDom. I also have no children of my own to dote over so one could possibly infer all manner of psychology there, if they wished to, heh. Anyhow...not all my thoughts and desires are of sweetness and over the years have certainly grown darker yet. Being physically rough has always been exciting. Someone who is willing to explore the darker depths of humiliation and subjugation has gained growing interest now. Some days a chained up fuck-hole of a slave, others my sweet little girl, or an obedient cherished pet. I do also want an actual partner that can laugh, have fun, preferably has some intellect and some worthy input on life decisions. A real man can actually be humble enough to accept input and advice from others. I seek the girl that can embody all those roles. The psych of cuckquean play holds a huge interest too. Although, in the cold reality of day to day life, monogamy with my mate would be the norm. Since just like any good D/s relationship in general, most of the excitement lays in the mental build of the ideas, and that any actual play with another girl would be rare considering that I have grown only more discerning in my growing age. Plus, I do not take such play lightly. I am very willing to invest the time, care, and love to build the connection and trust that is inherent in an ongoing fulfilling, and hopefully 'rest of my life' relationship, since that is what I seek. The girl or woman that can give of herself so selflessly to her trusted Owner, is one that I would adore all the more. It is with great irony that in my experience thus far, women that were not invested in a relationship (like early on in our dating) were willing to do such acts (like a 3-some) but once they became emotionally invested, jealousy sets in and they became unwilling to give in this way. Oh yes, believe me, I fully understand the fears that cause those particular inhabitions to manifest but it is utterly counterproductive to withhold one of the gifts that would only cause me to cherish and hold onto her yet more tenaciously. Anyway, not just threesomes, but in general, where I want to go further with my girl as the bond strengthens, I have experienced that their kinkiness only wanes. This has caused such frustration and discontent for me. FFS, where is My good girl?! There should be a place to go where you can fuck and feed. I remember with my ex we had sex pretty much 24/7. Call it the fuck and feed.
Never found someone to keep up and even he complained about too much sex. Alas he was the only one I could just make/go get a sammich and we went right back it. We had sex in all the strange places graveyards temples churches, besides anywhere outside We didn't discriminate.
This one time I dropped off my friend told him I'd pick him up in an hour my ex and I had sex in the car for the whole day we never stopped. My friend walked to my car (which was a parking lot) knocked on the window and said "some hour it's been over 12". My ex and I honestly thought it was like 10 mins. I have no regrets - just miss the sex all the time every time with a massive BBC. This i something of the past I don't want to stay there would like a repeat thanks Well, it's been a while since the last journal. Couldn't be arsed digging into the site to post one to wait months for approval.
Hopefully now it's back on the sidebar posting should be instant like it used to be.
Enough of the site gripes.
Here's to a better 2022 than the last two years. Hopefully in the UK the politicians have got the message. Us plebs are a feisty lot when you piss us about. No more restrictions.
Now can we crack on and tell the EU to stop playing games? They're dealing with a sovereign nation, an equal. Not some spineless, subservient. That would make my year.
Talking of spineless subservients, I see lots of male subbies checking out the profile now our pictures are back up. Naughty boys. And soo transparent. Searching for pics eh? How to tell you have neglected yourself:
Your hairdresser moans and says you got good hair why have you not come to see me about these ends like last year.
Your beauty technician asks why you doing your hollywood wax for a man when you should be doing for yourself every month to two.
Your local nail salon technician asks, where the hell have you been and it is clear you have not gone to anyone else.
Yes I have been busy at work and will take note I need to look after myself more. We are a naturally submissive married couple who has enjoyed BDSM for many years after being introduced to it by my wife's ex boyfriend. She was my girlfriend in those days.
My wife and I enjoy humiliation and I find a lot of humiliation in watching other men with my wife.
It all started many years ago just before we got married. Her ex boyfriend would visit us and have sex with her while I watched.
That was the first time I ejaculated without masturbating.
My wife and I made love together for hours afterwards. She told me how much she had enjoyed it and I knew it was something I enjoyed too so we have played similar games since although nothing as been as incredible as that first night. Today there are many clouds
Winds compressed between the heavens and earth.
Night follows day
Sun rises in the east and sets in the West
Mssterd shepparding their slaves witj Collars cuffs leashes and whips.
Some get the cane , others get deep throated, most like degradation ,
Bad naughty ones get their hair pulled , face slapped until obliteration whilst other have their throats grabbed.
The silhouette of other slaves can be seen, some ignored in the corner of the room others on all fours kissing their masters feet until apology accepted. i cant
I cant take it any longer i want to behave and make him proud but the walls i have built to hide my emotions to protect myself from being hurt i cant take it i have known him 11 years and i cant take it any longer i am getting mentally exhausted i cant do it any longer im about to crash and burn i know you will be there for me but truth be told the walls are up so i dont get hurt i love you so fucking much and i dont want it to end i know you always say i wont be replaced and that calms me a little but its still in the back of my head i cant take it any longer what can i do i dont want these walls up but i know ill become emotionally wreck i have all these feelings and i know once the walls fall again i will need you more than ever before these emotions i have been hiding will come out are you ready for that?
Please do not bother messaging me if you are a Sadist and can't respect my limits. Yes I have lots of limits but that just means I know what I do not like. Do not try to argue with me about them or say that I should consent to them. I will not, there is a story behind many of them so no I don't have to share my reasoning behind it. I do not care if you have trained married women before, that doesn't mean that every single married woman is going to consent to your so called training especially if you blow off their limits like its nothing.
What gets me though is telling me that flogging is all about sadism and pain, its really not and if you are a real Dom you would know that. There are many types of flogging impliments and many are not painful at all, I prefer thuddy impliments because they don't hurt yet will still get a reaction out of me. Just like you can't tell me that loosing feeling in part of your body while in bondage is just "part of the experience." No it is not, if you start to loose feeling that means something might be going wrong, I know this because a so called rope Dom told me it was "part of the experience" when I said my hands had gone numb, but a real rope Dom had told me that wasn't true so yes I know quite a few things don't bother trying to test me I will call you out on your bs. I can't think of many mornings that I am happy about being up before the sun. Today is really no exception. Took the little miss outside so I could watch her do everything except her business. She sits down and looks at me like, now what? But that's another story. We went through our weekend morning routine and now I'm back in bed. The room is dark, the windows are starting to brighten, the air is crisp on my shoulders, my legs are warm under blankets, and the world is still. The whole day is ahead of me. Oh, pardon me, ahead of us. She's at my feet. Even if the rest is full of laundry and chores, this moment right now is pretty great.
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. Blindfolds in BDSM
Blindfolds are commonly used in BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Dominance, Submission, Sadism, and Masochism) play as a means of sensory deprivation and enhancing the overall experience for both the dominant and submissive partners. Here are some key points to consider:
1. Sensory Deprivation: By covering the submissive partner's eyes with a blindfold, their sense of sight is temporarily taken away. This can intensify their other senses, such as touch, hearing, taste, and smell. With limited visual input, the submissive may become more attuned to the dominant's actions and sensations, heightening their overall experience.
2. Power Dynamics: Blindfolding can further emphasize the power dynamics within a BDSM scene. The submissive partner relinquishes control over their visual perception, enhancing their vulnerability and dependence on the dominant. This can intensify the feelings of trust, surrender, and anticipation.
3. Trust and Consent: As with any BDSM activity, trust and consent are paramount. Before incorporating blindfolds or any other element into a scene, all participants should have clear and explicit communication about their boundaries, desires, and limits. Trust should be established between partners to ensure that blindfolding is safe, comfortable, and consensual for everyone involved.
4. Safety Considerations: It is important to prioritize safety when using blindfolds. Make sure the blindfold is comfortable, does not cause undue pressure or discomfort, and allows for easy breathing. Choose blindfolds specifically designed for BDSM play, which are often made of soft, non-abrasive materials and have adjustable straps. Regularly check in with the blindfolded partner to ensure their well-being and address any concerns that may arise during the scene.
5. Communication and Check-Ins: Effective communication is crucial throughout a BDSM scene involving blindfolds. Non-verbal cues, such as a pre-determined safe gesture or a system of vocal signals, can help the blindfolded partner communicate their comfort level, boundaries, or the need to stop the scene altogether. Regular check-ins and aftercare are essential to ensure the well-being and emotional support of all participants.
Remember, the use of blindfolds or any other BDSM practices should always be consensual, negotiated, and performed within the bounds of safety, trust, and mutual respect. It's important to educate yourself, seek guidance from experienced individuals or communities, and prioritize the well-being of all involved parties. Let's make on thing crystal clear; all Bulls are tops but not all tops are Bulls. A Bull is a tamer of men and a trainer. Str8 men are a very complex lot to generalize about them. However, in my years I realized that for many str8 males is more titillating to get mounted than to suck a dick. Perhaps because for them is a test of strength and resistance versus kneeling in front of a cock and worshipping it, which triggers all the bad epithets of their lives "cock sucker." For many males to go beyond an insult that they most likely used as a putdown is the ultimate humiliatiation; go figure. Even in cuckolding scenes males react the same way and it is the ultimate degradation. The taming of males is not new, look at Bootcamp in the armed forces and also in sports teams, as I mentioned in another journal. In reality the idea is the same to break all barriers and build a man that is moldavble and ready to respond to the Master's touch, voice, and ministrations. Most str8 males wonder about the idea of M2M sex and bonding and in many instances it will require for the Bull to mount and all out assault to their sense of masculinity and heterosexuality. That's where a good Bull is at its best. Moving and creating a serious doubt about the above mentioned issues. I've seen those walls stumble like a house of cards. The first realization is the answer to the question, who is the best man? and if a Bull really is what he claims, he will always be the best Man in all circumstances. In my experience in cuckolding situations the husband wants cock but will deny that inclination at all cost. Yet, if he is "forced by the wife" he can save whatever shred of dominance he thought he had. Once that resistance is bridged you will realize that in the intimacy of the afterglow of sex they become cuddly like a puppy. moreover, only a Bull with restore somewhat the lost masculinity as he understands it. Working towards that goal he will follow you to the end of the world with you owning his full sexuality. He will perhaps go back to his wife or gfs but he will always be yours to mount and breed. It is always so pleasurable to send them back home well fucked and stretched and unable to ejaculate because between the two only on breed and it is not him. As a Bull you know he is yours any way you want. However, outside only him will feel your poorer and control. Even if he go back to women which is his choice , he will mount them imitating you and doing it for you. I had the pleasure of a baby named afterr me, and that’s the ultimate surender. It is his baby., now a teen, but every time he calls him he calls me. A male who loves you is a treasure to be had and a partner to nurture and possess beyond the physical. There are parts of a person that don’t begin at the moment two people meet. They begin long before, in the quiet places where experience shapes us and then gets sealed away. Long before I met her, I had lived through something that awakened a deep part of me — a capacity for intensity, recognition, and emotional clarity that rarely finds a home. And she had lived through her own version of that. For different reasons, both of us buried that part of ourselves.
She buried hers out of fear - fear of instability, fear of loss, fear of needing someone, fear of being seen too clearly. I buried mine out of discipline - a deliberate containment, a way of protecting others from the full force of what I feel and protecting myself from offering it where it cannot be held. Different histories, different wounds, same instinct: suppress what once burned too brightly
When we met, that buried part in both of us stirred. Not because we created something new, but because we recognised something familiar. The connection wasn’t imagined. It wasn’t accidental. It was the reawakening of something each of us had sealed away. In the moments when she felt safe, she softened, revealing warmth, intuition, and depth she rarely allowed to surface. And in response, I became the version of myself that feels most grounded, steady, and alive.
I understood the sandcastle she lived in. I saw her protective walls. Not as flaws, but as architecture - structures and anchors that kept her upright when life gave her no stability. I understood why trusting one person felt like stepping into open air. I understood why she stayed in the present, why she avoided looking ahead, why she protected herself even from what she wanted. I saw the logic in it. I saw the cost of it too.
It is heartbreaking to see how someone can be hurt so deeply, so repeatedly, that they retreat into a world made of compartments. A world where adult emotional connection feels dangerous, where closeness carries the risk of being wounded again. And so she anchored herself to the one place that felt safe: the innocence of a child who had never betrayed her. The child of the man who had most recently broken her trust became, in a way, the last untouched corner of her emotional world. Maybe she saw a younger version of herself there. Maybe she stayed close to that child because it allowed her to protect something pure in a way no one ever protected her. Whatever the reason, it is unbearably sad that the safest place she could find was one that existed outside the realm of adult connection entirely.
I understood how it was easier to feel when it was transactional, triggered by someone else and emotionally outside her control.
What I felt for her was not fantasy. It was recognition. I cared for her deeply, and I would have treasured her - not by holding her tightly, but by creating a space where she could breathe without fear, where the sparks I glimpsed in her unguarded moments could grow into something steady. I never wanted to reshape her. I wanted to offer a place where she could rest without bracing for impact.
It hurt that she couldn't understand my deep need to care; that she could and did give herself to another physically, to a sadist, when she couldn't accept my care or give herself physically to me.
And I never believed it would be easy or instantaneous. I knew that being together would require patience, courage, and the slow dismantling of old defences. I knew it would demand effort from both of us. But the difficulty didn’t deter me - it clarified me. It strengthened my resolve. It deepened my desire to care, not out of saviourhood or fantasy, but because I saw what was possible if she ever chose to step toward it.
But the truth is simple: the part of her that woke up when we met is the same part she has spent years learning to silence. Stepping toward what she felt would have required dismantling the very defences that keep her functioning. She retreated not because she felt nothing, but because she felt too much. I stepped toward it because I was ready. That difference is the whole story.
So I release this into the ether - not to change her, not to call her back, not to craft something optimised for her reception or softened for her comfort. I have written carefully, yes, but this is not for her. This is for me. This is where I place the truth so I no longer have to carry it alone. We both knew. We both felt it. We both buried it for our own reasons. Meeting each other unlocked it again. She ran from it. I stepped toward it. And now I name it so it no longer lives unspoken.
Whatever she chooses, whatever she fears, whatever she cannot yet face, I hold no anger. Only the quiet truth of what was possible, and the peace that comes from finally giving these words a place to live outside my own mind. Hello Everyone,
I want to let everyone know that I am not looking for a Master or Mistress right now. After having orchiectomy surgery, I am going to step back and let my body get used to the changes. I kinda have had a crash, meaning my sex drive has changed, and im tied a lot more right now, and moody, and my emotions are all over the place right now. I know this will change, but for now Im dealing with it the best I can. The price to pay to become a woman! Dazzling, as if illuminated by a celestial spotlight, she stood next to the passenger door of a Black Mercedes-Benz Roadster.
Parked next to the light pole, the image of her, the car, and the reflective light was surreal.
“Door” she snapped.
“ Get my door boy!”
Head down he realized she wanted him to open the passenger door.
Once open, she backed up to the car, in one graceful fluid motion she bent forward simultaneously sliding her round firm bottom into the leather bucket seat.
Clutching her handbag she again snapped “ Close the door boy!”
It took a moment for his brain to adjust to his reality.
Closing her door, he went to the drivers side and got in.
Fear of the unknown clouded his brain and overwhelmed his senses.
Her perfume.
Her smell.
The Leather smell.
The car smell.
He came aware with the click of her seatbelt. He did likewise.
She reached from her seat and started the engine and turned the stereo on.
Soft quiet smooth Jazz surrounded them. == Results from bdsmtest.org: ==87% Exhibitionist 80% Submissive 72% Experimentalist 71% Switch 68% Masochist 66% Degradee 64% Primal (Prey) 59% Pet 57% Dominant 57% Voyeur 55% Non-monogamist 52% Slave 52% Rope bunny 52% Vanilla 48% Brat 30% Brat tamer 28% Rigger 27% Owner 26% Master/Mistress 25% Sadist 25% Degrader 24% Primal (Hunter) 22% Daddy/Mommy 15% Ageplayer 0% Little
Have you noticed that when people want to say something offensive, they often start by saying 'no offence, but...'? It's as if they think they make their offensive words more acceptable by saying that they don't want to offend, and that they're therefore immune from the consequences. Sometimes, too, people use humour to disguise meanness. It seems there's a hidden agenda, and it surly adds to being uncertain about the true meaning . An honest conversation always should be held amongst us. Just an observation and found it comical. Ok either it's an AI scam profiles or some of you are really strange. Have had strange contacts with bizarre requests of the bat lately. Dont do that. Have an actual conversation with me first. We can talk about your freaky self later. I love the taboo and I might reference to it but believe me in 2 seconds of conversation I'm not asking you to do anything. And if you can't provide a pic in a reasonable amount of time with today's smart phones, you aren't real or serious. This isn't my first rodeo and I can spot BS a mile away
Dominance isn’t in controlling people’s actions, but in guiding their thoughts
Ali’s Story
Ali's Story had a lot unsaid, a lot unrevealed. I have discussed aspaspects with friends and recently someone asked me what I'd do if Ali called me out of the blue. I don't know how I'd react, I really don't know. What would you do?
For my friends and the curious here is.
Ali’s Story
It’s my epic summer. I crave the heat. Heat seems to stir up my happiness genes. I had no idea how my organized, careful world would come to such an abrupt and decisive end. You can direct and plan your life in a fashion that corresponds with your economic means and social demands or you can try to self-actualize. I had gone the safe route with occasional side trips to my secret life. I say chuck it all, why not live in the brief time you have. Revel in your oneness. Narcissism in small bites might not be a bad thing.
Why all the detail? I wanted to make sure you understood I wasn’t bored and looking for some gratuitous action. I had a lot of cool things to hold my attention. Why I encouraged a visit to a part of my life I always thought of a 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. Superior
Integrity
Honest
Protective
Dominant
Sadistic
Arrogant
Corrective
Controlling
Intense
Sarcastic
Creative
Raunchy
Deviant
Step up correct or do not step up at all. Woman on fire:
In a world of soft whispers and gentle caress,
There exists a woman, fierce and undeterred,
With eyes that ignite like fire, she stands defiant,
A force of nature, her spirit unyielding.
Her words are sharp, cutting through the silence,
Her presence commands attention, demanding respect,
She paves her own path with unwavering determination,
Unapologetically herself, unafraid to be seen.
In her hands, she holds the power of conviction,
A warrior in her own right, unafraid to take a stand,
For she knows that her strength lies not in submission,
But in the fire that burns within, a beacon of aggression.
So let her be, unbound by societal expectations,
For she is a force to be reckoned with, a woman of aggression,
Tearing down walls, breaking free from constraints,
Unleashing her power, unapologetically fierce. reposting this as I have had several prospaspects ask if I am still looking to collar a slave. The answer is yes but onky one that can function well in a poly leather household. Please read the repost below for more info
Instead of updating the profile and having it be down for months, I am using the journal to note changes.
I have collared a slave and it is serving in My home 24/7/365
I continue to train and develop other slaves that need experience serving, learning protocols, developing pain tolerence or just want to provide pleasure to a Master
I am also looking for a second slave for a poly household. Mine is a Leather Family and I have many friends in the world Leather community. I have a process for evaluating a slave for ownership, if there is interest I can explain further.
The new Dungeon Barn has finally been built. This 3 level dungeon is an all season timber frame barn built on a stone foundation. The interior is being finished and then equipment installed. Completion scheduled for winter 2021.
Summer months We/we reside at our camp. Cothing optional, men only, with a complete dungeon there as well
Update January 2024Since I have been contacted from several subs or wannabe slaves, I like to clarify few things:A) I am not available for online domination, period. I want to feel the smell of flash and the noise of breathing...B) I do not intend to become your Daddy or mentor. Period.C) Yes, I am available to consider LTR with the right person. Who knows...maybe you are in somewhere out thereD) Yes, I am bisexual/pansexual or whatever you want to call somebody who simply has no problem with his open sexuality. E) I disregard one line messages suche as "Hello Sir"Be curious, be open minded, respectful of others and...enjoy life! Looking for a better fitting cage. Clit is just over 3". Have heard the CB6000 might work. Had a curve for awhile but much longer than need. Was in the Curve once for 5 months. After the first two weeks or so it was a new normal. Had to sit to pee which is proper. Used body wash to soap up the entire area for cleanliness.
I like the idea of caged. It helps you to focus on the cock you are serving. Besides, good training for sissygasms. Then it slowly flows no male spurting. Who should be the keyholder?
One day want an owner that will use me, display me, expose me, out me to the point there is no reverting. That would ruin me for anything but cocks. So be it. The family will get used to it. Maybe the neighbors will partake?
Not sure what modifications are wanted. Guess up to the Owner. Likely implants, maybe hormones. The boys are useless so they could go.
since my last journal entry my wife only visited her bull once and then covid struck. However now we can mix again she has met him a few times, however his situation has changed somewhat. He now has a live in partner, she is also a keen swinger which is how he met her and very happy for Sue to visit them. Although Glenn is now 70 he's still vigorous and apparently his cock is still as big and hard as it always was which Sue enjoys telling me. His partner Debs is a divorced lady in her 40s with apparently a very slim figure.
Their latest meeting was the week before Christmas and Sue arranged to stay for 2 nights which she was really looking forward to. Glenn told her that a couple of parcels would arrive for her and she was to wear what they contained but not to open them until the day before she travelled to see him. When the day arrived we were both incredibly excited to see what was in the parcels. One parcel was a red velvet naughty santa dress which was fairly short and matching g string. The other parcel had a red studded dog collar, red fishnets a red suspender belt and a long blonde wig. He told Sue she had to wear those, as well as her red thigh boots and leather corset on the 40 mile drive to his house. THE NIGHT I MET BRIAN, part 1
Towering over most people at 6'8" (in boots), he was hard to miss. Every time I looked at him, he was already staring at me. Due to circumstances at the time that I'd rather not get into, we'd nod an acknowledgement to one another, but never spoke. Tall, skinny, a bit on the younger side, he bordered on awkward, yet simultaneously confident. Our first real conversation happened online, on a BDSM board called Recon. I didn't realize I was chatting with him at first, though the height in his description made me wonder. He was polite when he contacted me. He used complete sentences and asked thoughtful questions. Once we traded photos, we both had a kind of "wow, it's you" moment. Then the conversation turned to what we were there for. Are you interested in doing a scene? What kind of scene? He told me he'd already had fantasies about tying me up and making me worship his (size 14!) boots. He certainly knew how to talk to me and keep my attention. He'd observed me several times observing his boots, a very astute observation for a 25yo. (Even moreso for someone his real age.) We discussed what we wanted in a scene, what we didn't want, as well as sexual fantasies, past experiences, things we'd like to try eventually, etc. We agreed on a scene that would involve bondage, humiliation and boot worship, but not sex. Although we were not averse to sex (and were very much sexually attracted to one another), we agreed that focusing on our mutual interests in S&M would be more than enough to satisfy us both. After some discussion and negotiation, I was ordered to show up at a designated address (later in the week, following more nodding and flirting and anticipation), wearing head to toe leather. Once admitted inside, I was to kneel submissively before him and let him take it from there. As when I saw him before, he was dressed in military fatigues and combat boots, which I would come to learn was his everyday look. He started off by admonishing me for being late. I wasn't late, but I also wasn't inclined to start off the scene arguing with him. He reached down and with a single finger, pulled the collar of my leather shirt away from my body, not-so-subtly surveying what would be his for the next few hours. He asked me a few innocuous questions while cuffing my hands behind my back. He made the cuffs tight enough to be unforgiving, but not so tight as to lose circulation. He picked up my backpack and asked if I'd brought everything we'd discussed. He dumped the contents on the floor and picked up the leather slave collar he told me to bring. He held it up to my neck and said, "I like it." He made the collar as tight as the cuffs, but not so tight that I couldn't breathe. He definitely knew what he was doing. Next came the blindfold, something we hadn't discussed. After a momentary freak-out, I decided not to protest. Aside from being against the rules, I really wanted to see (ha ha) where this was heading. He had given me a vague idea of what was in store, but left the details to my imagination. I'd entered his house through the back door, which was closer to the basement. Bound and blindfolded, I was led carefully down the 4 stairs to the awaiting basement where I'd spend the next few hours under his control. He sat me in a chair and proceeded to bind me, fully leathered, in layers of rope. Rope around my chest, around my legs just above the knees, rope around my ankles. Tight, restrictive and unforgiving. He knew how to tie a good knot, later revealing that he honed this skill during his time as a boy scout. ("Yes, I did learn something useful in the scouts!") What he did next was unnerving. He pulled up a chair and sat right in front of me, staring in silence. For the longest time, I could feel his eyes burning into me, but he said nothing. What was he doing? What was he thinking? Now that he had me all tied up and helpless, was he reconsidering? Time seemed to stretch on forever. Just how long had we been sitting there? I couldn't stand it, and finally spoke up."Sir?""SPEAK!""Sir? What can I do to please you, Sir?""YOU CAN SIT THERE AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!"Now, I've known since birth that I'm different. But I cannot describe how turned-on I was by being told so forcefully to shut up. I briefly considered apologizing for my transgression, but that wouldn't have been shutting the fuck up, now, would it?He continued to stare at me silently, then abruptly stood up and said, "I am very disappointed with what rung my doorbell. I'm going to let you sit here and think about that." I could hear him walk slowly up the stairs, turn off the basement light and slam the door shut, leaving me, leathered and bound and blindfolded, alone in the darkness. Left alone for what seemed like an hour (it was actually 20 minutes), my imagination ran wild. I could hear him walking back and forth upstairs, possibly to taunt me? At one point, I started to wonder if he'd forgotten about me. But then I could hear the distinctive sound of his boots hitting each step as he re-entered the basement. Each step made me hornier with anticipation than the last."Miss me?" he asked as he rubbed my leather-clad crotch, running his strong hands firmly up my chest, and then through my hair. He asked me a personal question, which I attempted to evade, until he grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. "Michael, when I ask you a question, you answer it, promptly and honestly. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir!" Surprised to learn that despite all the rope, I wasn't actually tied to the chair, he lifted me out of the chair and gently set me face down, still blindfolded, on the concrete floor. After a brief pause, he ordered me to lick his boots. My cock lurched in my leather pants at the command, but no sooner than I laid my tongue on his boot, he pulled it away and walked to the other side of the room. "I'm over here, Michael," he taunted. Still fully-leathered and tightly-bound, I started to wriggle my body across the hard, unforgiving concrete floor, thankful for my leather padding, toward the sound of his voice. Moving was laborious and exhausting, but I eventually arrived at this awaiting boot. He moved a second time. I hesitated. "MY BOOTS AREN'T GOING TO LICK THEMSELVES, MICHAEL!" Right. So, I once again wriggled across the concrete floor in the general direction of his voice.He didn't move when I arrived at his boot for the third time. Humiliated and horny, I ran my tongue along his size 14 with greedy hunger, coating it in a thin layer of my saliva, only able to imagine the shine I hoped it left behind. I switched boots when he commanded, and having coated the foot portion in my saliva, was running my tongue up the boot shaft when I noticed that he'd started breathing heavily. Was he jacking off? Had he abandoned our "no sex" agreement? As if reading my mind, he said in a clipped and mildly breathless manner, "I want to fuck you.""OK," I responded. "Do you want me to fuck you, Michael?""Yes. Yes, I do." I could feel my precum slickening the thong I wore under my leather pants.He pressed his size 14 between my shoulder blades. "You mean, 'Yes, Sir, I do.'""Yes, Sir, I do." I was about to fucking burst!"I need you to say, 'Yes, Sir, I want you to fuck me.'"I knew he was asking for consent. Although I would've enjoyed it either way, I was relieved that he asked for consent. This meant that he was not a psychopath."Yes, Sir, I want you to fuck me." Things hadn't gone exactly as planned, but flexibility is a crucial life skill.
continued Keeping in mind that as soon as I saw that he had written before, I rolled my eyes and made a choice to respond, knowing how this was gonna go, and since I'm in a mood, it was slightly amusing and I almost chuckled when he did exactly what I expected him to do.
Which I'm sure would have pissed him off worse...
I received this today from someone listed as a Dom, who had contacted me well over a year ago, then again last December.
Just 4 months ago, but he's once again completely forgotten that he wrote me before, that he was asked to do something then disappeared, forgot that he had written the second time and was REMINDED, and asked if he had done it yet, but wanted me to commit to being interested (in someone who had ghosted once already and hadn't done anything he was asked to do, which was to read and EDUCATE HIMSELF, not do anything that benefited ME, but instead forgot even speaking to me) and now he's written me again.
With the same message as the first two times.
3/6/22 6:48 AM
"Good morning, Miss,
Hope you are doing well I am wondering if per chance you could possibly be open to a 64 going on 34 year old sub and iring slave located in North Aurora, west of chicago who is intelligent openminded kinky adventurous fun and selfassured about who and what he is? Most of all one who seeks a true Owner and Domme who is a totally devoted to you like me? It is so hard to find a genuine and suitable Domme and Owner in this lifestyle I hope you find me to be exceptional seems like we want the very same thingfor You to take total control of memind body and soul And what you depict your profile is quite interesting and just what I know I need Although my profile says I am a Dom, I have come to realize I am a stone sub I have the ability desire and wherewithal to host and come visit and ultimately relocate should it come to that I travel your way quite a bit on business But most of all I would love to just have the honor and privilege to get to know you you seem so genuine Hope to hear from you"
This is what I wrote him just now.
I think it was pretty mild, all things considered.
"angeldmort on 3/6/22 at 7:20 AM:
Considering that we had a conversation not 4 months ago and you've already forgotten that, I guess not
And you obviously didn't read my profile THIS time, either
So youve spammed me twice, I let you off the hook last time and had a conversation anyway, and now you are back having done the same exact thing, so you learned jack shit last time and are telling me either how forgettable I am, or how incredibly forgetful and lazy you are
Either way, buhbye"
and his entirely predictable reply -
"sorry Had I known you were such a cross, unpleasant, downer, negative and selfcentered personI would not have contacted you in the first placenot at all the type of Domme or person I want in my life Who wants to take the time to read all the gibberish anyway
Thanks and buhbye to you, too"
Now, this is not at ALL even remotely uncommon.
This is the Standard Operating Procedure for guys contacting women via the internet for the purpose of getting the attention they want.
They bury us in compliments, make grand sweeping statements about their desire for a relationship, and when they don't get it, usually because of their own screwups, they immediately do a 180 and get verbally abusive. (Or if in person, physically abusive/violent/deadly.)
And in this case, since it's a BDSM centered site, he stated he wanted a Domme "to take total control of me mind body and soul."
But apparently that did not extend to actually asking him to DO anything.
Even if it makes him better able to get what he wants.
When I asked him back in December if he had read any of the books I recommended to him, based on his complete lack of submissive experience and his stated desire to get some, he replied
"Quite honestlyI have not But if You feel You are truly interested in me, I will gladly do so as I know that would make me better prepared to be the best I can be for you should it come to that And that would be my entire focus"
Do you see the problem?
A total stranger on the internet.
We have exchanged a few emails. That's it.
I have to profess my TRUE interest in him, without knowing him beyond what his shown so far in this extremely limited way.
After he has already failed to do the most basic of things -
- actually READ my profile, which has a couple things in it specifically to let me know if someone read it, right at the very tip top where it's easy to see
- written a profile that actually reflects who is is, instead of one that he thinks will get him laid as a Dom
- write an actual email to me instead of sending me the copy/pasted message he sends every Domme
- write a message to me that doesn't lie about having read my profile and "seems like we want the very same thing"
- stick around in a conversation HE had initiated
- done the only thing I actually asked of him, which was to read a book I thought would help him with his search
- be honest about not wanting to do this, like a fucking adult, instead of ghosting like a little bitch
- keep track of who he contacts so he doesn't insult my intelligence with another copy/paste message that just tells me I'm not interesting enough for him to remember
Yeah. I'm gonna be SO interested.
In blocking him from contacting me again.
But he feels I should give that, before he has to give ANYTHING.
He should get payment up front, before he begins the work of becoming someone in who a Domme COULD be interested in.
Because ...
He wants it?
And being female, I should want to hand it to him on a silver platter.
And the second that is pointed out to him - the first time I explain that no, he has screwed up, and screwed HIMSELF over with his own actions, and lack of actions, and lack of basic effort on his own behalf, more than once?
I am "a cross, unpleasant, downer, negative and selfcentered person."
Because that's how a "submissive" responds to correction from a Dominant Woman?
Or it seems to be, based on how this goes, over and over and over.
No recognition of personal responsibility for his mistakes, no apology for ghosting, no appreciation of being given a reply despite the obvious lack of effort, no self-awareness at all that might lead to him fixing his mistakes, changing his course, and possibly finding what he claims to want.
Just the immediate knee-jerk flip to insults and abuse.
But hey, at least he didn't call me old, fat and ugly.
That's the usual guy response to getting rejected.
And again, this is standard stuff. This is the main kind of interaction women have on dating sites. This is the main kind of interaction Dommes have on BDSM sites.
It may as well be the same exact person writing me these, over and over.
As the song says - "Only the names will change."
This is not submission.
This is self-entitlement.
This is toxic masculinity.
This is a fragile male ego.
And THIS is what is standing between you and the Domme you want to kneel to.
THIS is what we see and expect when you write us before reading our profile, when you send us a generic email that could have been sent to someone else, when you don't fill out your profile, when you want us to be "interested" before having an actual conversation and letting us get to know you.
I know it sees like work, but honestly, without it, you are asking for a handout, and we know that hand will probably turn into 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. Thinking of putting a sign on my front storm door that reads, "No Soliciting (unless you hope to be tied, groped and molested!)". I do wish the sign had been up there before the last guy came knocking to upsell me replacement windows. If he had known what I was really thinking at the time, I'm sure he would have ran off quickly!!
Copy-paste messages? Really??
Congratulations! You've just been delivered the Kiss of Death section. At the exact moment you should be putting forth real effort to make a first impression, you show me you're too lazy to even try. And the best part? You actually expect authentic engagement from me while you vomit recycled garbage into my inbox. Pathetic.
I don't entertain laziness, and I certainly don't reward it. Goodbye.
== Results from bdsmtest.org == 95% Voyeur 91% Degrader 80% Dominant 80% Rigger 80% Exhibitionist 75% Primal (Hunter) 69% Experimentalist 69% Owner 67% Master/Mistress 61% Brat tamer 51% Vanilla 46% Sadist 29% Non-monogamist 27% Daddy/Mommy 17% Ageplayer 16% Masochist 15% Rope bunny 1% Pet 0% Brat 0% Degradee 0% Boy/Girl 0% Primal (Prey) 0% Slave 0% Submissive 0% Switch http://bdsmtest.org/r/vECU2XMx "So You are looking for a service slave." No. I AM looking for a service submissive. I am not looking for a slave.
"one that basically comes over and does chores." No, although perhaps sometimes.
"i do not know of any relationship whether it be DS or vanilla that does not somehow involve sex." I do.
"i am confused as to what You are seeking." That much is obvious.
"Maybe just a friend" A friend, yes. Just a friend? By no means.
"or platonic relationship?" While I might not fuck my submissive, by no means do I consider a dominant submissive relationship to be platonic. Whether the relationship does not necessarily involve penis in vagina penetration, it would definitely be sexual in nature. 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.
Woo-hoo approved. I kept it fairly safe cause I've heard of so many others having issues.
As stated I was around when it was collarme. Probably 2005 until it went poof. So thrilled to see this new site.
I did in fact meet quite a few men from that site over the years. Some were one offs. Some were play partners for a while. Some we just weren't as compatible in person.
I do my best to avoid the latter issue by getting to know someone enough prior to meeting. Ensuring our wants and needs are both going to be met and that expectations are realistic. If someone cannot engage my mind prior to meeting I already know that won't happen magically just because we do meet.
I am genuinely a kind person. I can come across bitchy because of my writing style and bluntness. I also do not have much patience for those who will not read and are here due to boredom or for me to entertain them via writing and pics. I am looking for real time meets. That is all.
I do lean submissive. I love being used. I am not an idiot or a brainless child. I am a slut first who also happens to be submissive. If "training" is in your repertoire move on. That's a game I'm not into. I'm also not into submissive men or switches. I am simply not attracted to them.
I want people to reach out but please be interested in real time and local. If men would respect what women want I think both our experiences on this site would be so much better.
I will post more and get into the good stuff. Take care for now! 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.
Update
== Results from bdsmtest.org ==
80% Submissive
77% Switch
76% Primal (Prey)
72% Rope bunny
68% Vanilla
63% Non-monogamist
59% Dominant
55% Master/Mistress
53% Voyeur
51% Exhibitionist
38% Experimentalist
30% Masochist
23% Slave
21% Rigger
16% Owner
14% Primal (Hunter)
8% Brat tamer
5% Pet
4% Daddy/Mommy
2% Degrader
0% Sadist
0% Brat
0% Boy/Girl
0% Degradee
0% Ageplayer
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.
I was a member of CollarMe, then joined CollarSpace. This is my third account here and will be my last. If I don't find a sincere true slave for my search then I will move on to a different website.I am 100 percent real and sincere. I want a slave who is also real and sincere. I will answer questions as openly and honestly as I possibly can. I have set up filters on messages. Sorry, not sorry. The last account had way too many messages that were from fakes and wannabes. I appreciate those who are new to the lifestyle but I am someone who lives the lifestyle as much as possible.
I am also in the process of moving and so there will be periods of time where I might be slow to respond. If you can't be patient then that is your issue and not mine.
Sorry to sound like a hateful *itch but it is what it is. I am here for my own search and I also do not dance or jump through hoops for anyone. Accuse me of having no manners. If you do, OI laugh at you. I have responded to many profiles out here over the many years and 9 out of 10 don't get a reply. I basically say hi, mention a little about me, sometimes I mention they should read my profile, I ask questions.
The other 1 out of 10 that do reply, usually seem to continue a back and forth in exchanging messages but whemn I bring up maybe meeting sometime or doing a chat online or something more interactive than sending the equivalent of email messages, people go silent.
FRAUDS! That what this place chuck full of. I doubt anybody meets anyone anymore from this site in person. It is all fun and games and killing time and not being serious about meeting anyone.
. As someone recently pointed out (Thankyou !!!!), I havent updated my Journal on here for a LONG time. Not since "Collarme" days for those of you who've been on the site for a while may recall. So heres a quick update! Having recovered from 2 bout of Covid and Long Covid, a year out of work through the lockdowns, and a reticence to "get back out there" that i've finally overcome, I'm looking to get back into the scene this year! My last relationship ended sadly at the end of 2018, and while I'm happy on my own, I'm missing the lifestyle. So next month I plan to visit the BBB again, maybe refresh my "bag of tricks" as one lady called it. And plan to pop along to some local munches too. and maybe along the way find someone to share some fun times with. Who knows. C
Struggles of a Sapiosexual/Demisexual in a Hyper-Sexual WorldAs I have matured thru the years, it's now clear that without finding someone mentally, and emotionally attractive, it all just feels somehow incomplete. Without some connection to a real person with a genuine personality, they can be pretty and sexy, but . . . It really doesn't do it for me.And here in lies the problem.In today's hyper-sexual, transactional and instant-gratification society, how does someone like me, take the time to connect with another before the tug of physical exceptions frustrate the individual and kill the tempo.Yeah, I know. Its easy to say, I'm just not finding the right people who are also Sapiosexual/Demisexual, but we all know everyone is comprised of shades of grey and even those who lean in that direction feel the pressure of the "quick-fix".Not sure what to actually do about it, other than to continue to be clear up front about who I am, what my needs are during the "approach" and look harder for alignment with the individuals I talk with.But it is still frustrating. I'm not one to rant ....but...this site has really gone downhill.
To call it 50 shades of bullshit is giving too much credit. There are only the same few tired shades.
"I have no experience BUT I know what I like."
"I know you wouldn't give me the time of day on the street, but here I get to reject you"
"Don't contact me if you want sex"
"I don't respond without a pic...but I don't have one."
"I'm taken, so don't offend me with your interest."
"If you mention sex you don't understand BDSM."
"I want an experienced dom, so I can tell him how it SHOULD be."
Where have all the real freaks gone ?
I have little to do except chat,,,here is a dream of mine and my late partner to have a safe and secure place where transitioning could take place,,,my ideal situation would be having house Mother and three or more younger transitioning transgender,,,but not set in stone, willing to hear the cons but I know the pros of having and running a place like this,,,I am a dreamer but also realistic,,,,I expect daily chats, more than one sentence, and you seeing through my eyes and heart,,,,I will do the same towards you, seeing through your eyes and heart So the "interests" has a "diversions" list...it includes "cults" and I'm almost certain this means consuming media (books/documentaries) about cults because it also has "true crume" but it also has "cybering" which I think means participating in the actiivity not reading/watching stuff about it...so to clarify, I watch documentaries and read books about cults...I don't want to start or join a cult...I want to be a bossy pervert with just one or two people, not a whole compound full, that sounds like too much work. 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. 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 == Results from bdsmtest.org ==98% Slave95% Submissive89% Rope bunny85% Pet79% Experimentalist77% Masochist72% Brat62% Switch62% Degradee62% Non-monogamist45% Primal (Prey)40% Rigger30% Vanilla27% Voyeur19% Dominant10% Owner10% Degrader8% Primal (Hunter)8% Exhibitionist8% Sadist I get an enormous number of messages from doms saying how rare it is to find a Christian on here, how happy they are that I'm a Christian etc. and when I read their profile, it says nothing about their faith at all, not even as an interest.
Now I'm not saying you have to declare it if you don't want to, but if you're hiding it, how mny others are also? Perhaps the Christians on this site might mention it, and we'd see we're not as rare as you think. Be brave and we may be able to be more equally yoked. I had to cut my profile down to appease the CS gods on here.
Somewhere in my bio they assumed I was asking for money.... Not the case... I was only asking for one to bring themselves if the find the courage to relocate.
On that note... It's hard to find people that are not just talk... Too many fakes out here made it hard for real people wanting something real has put everyone on defense mode.To clear that up with me. I am real and if you want someone real, look me up!!! I made the choice to move , based on my father's needs, my needs and a better life.
At 98, my father started back tracking and my niece gate keeping. I had pretty much given up on his moving into the cottage.
Now I am scrambling to get it all ready for his " visit ".
He will be checking it out, and then deciding if he wants to stay.
Meanwhile I'm finding furniture , overseeing a contractor, landscaping and gardening, while simultaneously driving all over to pick things up.
My things are still in boxes and I have a million balls in the air.
Tony an I haven't seen each other since May 6th, and we're missing each other terribly.
I love him and want to be with him.
Siiiigh.
M. I genuinely love my boyfriend. I have loved a good number of people but this is the first time I've dated anyone for longer than two weeks who has not been argumentative, selfish, mean, and committed to never understanding me. And more often than not we communicate very well. We have argued twice in almost a year. He is kind and gentle with me. He is thoughtful and generous. He makes me feel calm and at peace. He doesn't behave as if he is irritated with me when I am anxious, depressed, or having panic attacks. He grounds me. He is all of the things I've wanted from all the serious partners I've had in the past.
He has never ever hurt me (except once when he asked me to go home and I took it personally lol).
Absolutely zero of my relationships have ever been this good, the worst being my marriage. I can say I am absolutely happy when I am with him which is what pushed me to want to be happy when I am without him. I had never thought it possible for me to be happy, alone or with another person since I had never been happy in a relationship before. I felt good and would call it happiness but I wasn't happy. Now that happiness is possible I must learn to find it inside of myself which is difficult when you've been miserable for 31 years
So this is what it means to find your person.
He is like starlight, like the laughter of babies, like the colors of the sunrise and the sunset, like the buds in spring, like a glass of refreshing cool water, like a warm hug. He is love. He is safety. Something I never thought I'd ever have. Something I've never seen anyone have in person. Something I didn't expect from what was supposed to be a tinder one night stand.
A one night stand that ended up with us being intertwined so intimately that we are now inseparable.
the little girl's anthem naive to the bone
marie davidson's album Adieux Au Dancefloor has a lot of songs that are great for little headspace. but this is the penultimate one. not only in lyrics but in the soundscape as well. the clapping adding to it is very smol bean headspace inducing as well. i have no idea if she's one of us but her i dedicate my life is also very empowered, strong, and whimsical. this is one of our anthems of what it is to be an adult that is also a little girl and one you scream singing at the top of your lungs.
I DON'T HIDE.
when people tell us to grow up or think smarter or harder or regular,
I DON'T NEED YOUR LOVE.
and while we are still connected to our inner child more than others,
MY LIFE IS NOT A GAME.
and even in the bdsm world where people often look down or misunderstand us and our dedication, discipline, submission, and beating intense hearts
I'VE GOT NOTHING TO PROVE TO YOU.
It seems like honesty is not so fashionable these days
It's true, I ask a lot of questions
You call me naive? I'll tell you what
I'm naive to the bone
Do you think I'm too soft?
Because I don't hide, or
Is it that you're lost when I smile?
I don't need your love
But, I'll dare to ask you how you feel about me
Just to get things straight
I have no cards to hide
My life's not a game
Let me picture my future
A large room, where you can hear the silence
No place for arrogance
No pain in my chest
Just, the beating of my heart
J'suis pas qu'un boumIs it that you feel superior behind a costume of indifference?
In the middle ages, people used to wear cloaks
It's 2016
Get real
So you think I'm too soft?
I've got nothing to prove
I have no advice for you
But, remember what Terrence said
The last dance, we dance alone
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Core Themes:
Empowerment Through Authenticity:
The lyrics and your interpretation emphasize owning who you are, unapologetically. This connaspects to themes of sovereignty and standing in your truth, which is a hallmark of personal empowerment and spiritual self-realization.
"I DON'T HIDE" and "I'VE GOT NOTHING TO PROVE TO YOU" are declarations of self-respect, mirroring a refusal to conform to societal expectations.
Inner Child & Whimsy:
You speak to the concept of the "inner child," a spiritual and psychological idea that ties to maintaining curiosity, creativity, and emotional vulnerability as an adult. Your reference to "little headspace" aligns with honoring the inner child’s wisdom while navigating adult life.
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.
4oCore Themes:
Empowerment Through Authenticity:
The lyrics and your interpretation emphasize owning who you are, unapologetically. This connaspects to themes of sovereignty and standing in your truth, which is a hallmark of personal empowerment and spiritual self-realization.
"I DON'T HIDE" and "I'VE GOT NOTHING TO PROVE TO YOU" are declarations of self-respect, mirroring a refusal to conform to societal expectations.
Inner Child & Whimsy:
You speak to the concept of the "inner child," a spiritual and psychological idea that ties to maintaining curiosity, creativity, and emotional vulnerability as an adult. Your reference to "little headspace" aligns with honoring the inner child’s wisdom while navigating adult life.
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 sp 52 master Alpha Male straight master willing to training a cis girl sub slave in London uk for 50s life style LTR ...
I am a master/DD would say that I am not a loser, or dying for pussy (maybe for a real sub and her Back door=butt=asshole), not crazy or dangerous etc, but a person, pleasant, appearance, polite (more or less)and I like to dominate, I am willing to training one cis girl willing to be mine anal slut, must not be committed(with other cocks=which mean if you think you are naughty you are probably ...), who wants to discover and cultivate with me(no others) the pleasure her submission and live as a proper 1950s girl.all with honesty and pleasure for both, keeping in mind that is not a game)she must into a beautiful and intense time ..of course after care and use of the safeword is paramount in a long term relationship (even short but again 'no take away') ,if interested could write me PM ,NO 4 SEX CHAT OR if u want MONEY find a pig NOT ME!.I am only interested in sub/slave want to be own by me only for monogamous LTR ( or is full of wanna be dom and domme if you are looking for sex go to them as probably you rubbish like them so shite go with shite ). U must be in London uk 🇬🇧 , no cyber no fake !
-do please answer at this questions to show real interest or if not you just another fake .
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Contract For Male Dom Master & cis female slave "Slavery" ContractOf my own free will and out of a desire to express my love and devotion to the cis man I love and adore, I offer myself in slavery to my Master only for the period beginning on __________ and ending at noon on_____________. or life.
Although I consider myself to be a slave full-time to Master, during the time period expressed above, I will devote myself completely and totally to the pleasure and desires of my Master, without hesitation or consideration of myself or others.
General Rules
The slave agrees to obey her Master in all respects. her mind, body, heart and time belong to Him. The slave accepts the responsibility of using her safeword when necessary, and trusts implicitly in her Master to respect the use of that safeword. If a condition arises in which the slave needs to use the safeword or gesture, her Master will assess the situation, and determine an appropriate course of action.
The slave shall keep her body available for the use of her Master at all times. In addition, the slave agrees that her Master possesses the right to use her body and no one will be allowed to touch or use the master property (= slave)The slave shall demonstrate her acceptance of her role of service and availability at all times while at home and at other times and places specified by her Master. The slave acknowledges that her Master may use her body or mind in any manner He wishes within the parameters of safety. He may hurt her without reason to please Himself. The slave enjoys the right to cry, scream or beg, but accepts the fact that these heartfelt expressions will not affect her treatment. Further, she accepts that if her Master tires of her noise, he may gag her or take other actions to silence her.(only the safeword will stop the master action)
The slave will answer any questions put to her honestly and directly, and will volunteer any information her Master should know about her physical or emotional condition. While her Master expects His slave to speak honestly and forth rightly about anything that bothers her, she is not to interpret that as permission to whine or complain. she will phrase her concerns politely and respectfully, and then gracefully accept her Master's judgment in these matters without further complaint.(=unless the safe word is pronounced)
The slave will always speak of her Master in terms of love and respect. She will address Him at all times as either "Master" or "Sir," ( see Public Rules of Conduct)
The Master may give the slave "free periods" in His presence during which the slave may express herself openly and freely. There will be no punishments applied during "free periods." It is understood, however, that the slave will continue to address her Master with respect and love at all times and that deviations from this rule are subject to punishment at a later time.
Just your casual reminder that I am super hot, incredibly sensual, and highly addictive.
I am always eager for new toys in this forum. The diversity of interests and minds and kinks and perversions never ceases to fascinate Me.
The opportunity to nurture and guide and definitely control a willing soul is a treasure.
If you are gender queer, broadly defined, and want to experience the gift of amusing Me, don't be shy. Reach out. I will take it from there and quickly have you addicted and wanting more. I write...you choose not to read! Then you go and do what I said not to do in the statement I wrote
ok line the fuck up im just gonna start whoopin ass until y'all get this shit right. A hard head makes for a soft assits obvious that everyone wants to play the fuck out of crazy over here. Wait that's what you want smh you almost got me. I'll just ignore you
You won't win Just read a list of warnings "how to find a fake"...by a fake. Here is the real list. 1.asks for money
2.disrespectful.3.overly judgmental. 4. Selfish. 5. Smells like vanilla.
So ya see if you have no experience do not claim to see inexperience in others. Some of us prefer no communicating here because of the inefficiency. Some of us purposely start with one line to gauge the submissive qualities. Add to this feminists playing mysandry games,and the desperate vanilla pretender,and Doms are left weeding through a mountain of games to find the gem. So don't call me Mistress. If you don't know me and you are not my property and you have not requested permission to call me Mistress, I am not your Mistress and don't call me that. It's not a total rejection of you, it's a boundary. There are LOTS of other respectful ways to address me. I prefer Ms. Elorin, you can call me Ms (pronounced miz). You can call me Mrs (pronounced missus). I don't mind ma'am. You can just call me Elorin. But not Mistress, and not Goddess, until you have earned the right. Hello All,
Just wanted to stop in and say apologies for suddenly disappearing a few months ago. A verify close family member passed away unexpectedly and I withdrew for a little while to process, help friends and family adjust, and overall just work through the impact.
I apologize for leaving conversations unanswered and unread, but I do appreciate your understanding. I'll probably still not be very active here, at least for a little while, but wanted to leave a quick note for those I may have left in the dark.
Again, thanks for your patience and understanding! The moon is big and bright, I'm on my way to work and wondering about you looking up at that moon at the same time as me.
I've been avoiding her gaze, missing you and hating you because I love you. Hating you because if you came and apologized and offered yourself any resolve I have would crumble.
After all I have a collar for your neck. One with both our names. Similar and different.
I want to stop missing you. I want to stop loving you. I want you erased from my mind.
I want you to matter to me as much as I matter to you.
So that when a Raven looks at the moon that it matters only as much as the wolf's gaze. Which, as it turns out, doesn't matter at all Things that excite Me in a slave
Addiction
Infatiuation
Obsession
Devotion
Worship
Providing Me Attention
Sacrifice
Restriction
Whimpering
Obesiance
Surrender
Dedication
Persistence
Patience
UNREQUITED LOVE
Come, darlings, step into Goddess' world. Find your true self in My Control. Be Amazed by Me. Revolve yourself around Me.
Doms always ask me about my libido, which, honestly, has hardly changed in decades. I've always been quick to arouse, easy to orgasm, always wet, outright sensual, and very sex positive.
No, I'm not bragging, and I certainly realize I am one *very* lucky girl to be like this sexually, with nary a bump in my sexual lifetime roadmap. I'm so thankful for that!
But the rub is, no pun intended, that I have to have a connection with my lover. The longing honest erotic sexy loving trustworthy dominant to his cherished sub dynamic type of connection. I don't perform, I can't get it up (so to speak) without engagement, I belong, I attach, I become, I subsume with my guy with everything that makes us sexual beings, and of course that includes emotional, mental, and physical.
Once I feel that connection, and know from my head to toes that it is both strong and reverential, my sexuality becomes like a well tended plant, soon to flower, over and over, again and again, each time beautiful and unique.
Oh, yeah, and hot af too! Boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, men and women, trans, genderfluid, non-binary:
Pro tip: if everything you crave in your form letter is on my list of what I am NOT looking for, don't send me the form letter. Just don't. Save us both the time and frustration.
Really and truly, I am not looking for a slave. I don't enjoy receiving oral sex. I don't do pegging or humiliation and I am not moving you into my home.
If you're only looking for one of those and we're otherwise compatible, sure, write to me. But if you need to live in my home as a slave and be humiliated to be happy I. Am. Not. Compatible. With. You. I'm not. Promise. I'm going to use an anecdote to give a little insight about what I like. It may be a little long but bear with me. I had a Dom/friend, he's in Arkansas now, we met at a party & his then GF was yelling at him & he was yelling at her. Was ruining the vibe so I told her to go upstairs, and took him outside. Went up stairs, chatted with her: She didn't like him talking to other girls. Stupid nagging problems. Went downstairs. Talked to him out in the alley. He didn't like that she slept with his friends when she was mad at him. Which sort of ticked me off. Anyway we chatted and he gave me an out of the blue kiss. Then next day all day sucking/fucking. He liked playing the XBox while getting head. Watching porn and getting head. And having someone to rub his feet, his back. I told him his ex GF was a bitch & the worst kind - the one who sends pics of her fucking to him. He did love her and It made me want to please and make him feel special. I told him he could do whatever he wanted with me. He liked being complimented and thought of. I like his build & personality. He had some kinks like enjoying being rimmed, choking, verbal and I was always open for him when he needed to fuck. I liked it when he sat on my face and made me eat his ass while he relaxed and even when he put his foot in my mouth and had me worship his feet. I enjoyed him being at a desk with me under it, soft cock in my mouth. It'll grow until it was ready to fuck my face then after he came it'll rest in my mouth until he was ready again. We became pretty good friends. Discreet fuck buddies the entire time since the crazy Ex was still around & we both liked no one knowing our business. He moved out to AK closer to family but we both had a great time and I enjoyed being there for him and making him feel like a King. I knew my place, he knew my place and we both knew his place. - 2017 I am not a slave master and not interested in slaves. Read my profile again. I am not here to please you and your desires. Once again, read my profile.
Examples of pro Domme services:Asking if I like pegging or doing anything to your penis or butthole. I don't know you sir. Why would I want to do anything for you?Asking to be used or femininzed. Not sure how I can use someone I don't know. People charge for feminization services, find a pro.
Also, dudes with the oneliners for intros, blocked! Save those for your vanilla interactions. Competition is steep out here. Good luck or F*ck off! Either way, I don't care. Block my profile now if you don't like it.
After five years locked 24/7 - 365. ... in my steel wrist , and ankle cuffs, my collar and my chastity belt and whipped daily as discipline to maintain my proper slave mind set ...
I find I now must be in this condition at all times ... It is my fervent hope that my next Mistress will require all this as absolutely mandatory for her slave girl. And will keep and maintain me thusly
keeshka - kajira Blind Pride
In the realm of artistry, I once stood tall,
My pride was a shield, my downfall, a fall.
Blinded by past victories, I failed to see,
The flaws in my work, the missed melody.
As a martial artist, swift and strong,
My ego guided, my judgment wrong.
Fierce in form, yet gentle inside,
Arrogance clouded, humility denied.
Pride painted a canvas, bold and bright,
But truth lurked in shadows, out of sight.
I stumbled and fell, with no one to blame,
My ego shattered, a humbling flame.
Now I see clearly, lessons hard-learned,
Humbled and wiser, my pride adjourned.
As an artist, as a warrior, I stand anew,
Guided by truth, with a heart pure and true. OK. I am a firm believer in "What ever lifts your skirt" or, to each his own. As long as it does not affect others negatively. I would like to make this crystal clear. I dig God created females, girls, women, chicks, etc. I am NOT interested in anybody that was born with male chromosomes. Not even a little. If somehow you missed this kind of plain words fact about my personality and message me anyway. this is why there is no response. Be well anyway. :) The pacifier falls from his mouth and even before I hear it hit the floor he says, louder than I expected, "I will never fuck you again, Kristen." And almost before he even gets the words out he immediately grunts and convulses. I know he's orgasming before I see the spurts of cum escape out the waistband of his white and baby blue diaper. He has been humping his diaper for less than two minutes, and his inability to last any longer drives me crazy inside. I can’t wait to find my hitachi. His mouth is open and he's breathing heavily. Now that he's cum, I want to drive this new reality. "Now, tell me again M, 'I will never fuck you again.'" He catches his breath, looks at me spent, like a puppy, a sad, broken puppy. Quietly he says, "I will never fuck you again Kristen." I'm not convinced and say, "up on your knees, and say it louder." It is taking all of my strength not to plunge my fingers under my dress and into my underwear as I watch him struggle from sitting to his knees, but I know that immediately post orgasm he needs to be made to understand. "Now, look me in the face and tell me you agree and accept that you will never have sex with me again." I see it now, conviction in his eyes, he has accepted it and the moment hits me like a ton of bricks. This feels more significant than when he said, "I do" years ago. He goes a step beyond...I am again so proud of him. So proud where I have been able to direct us.
M looks me in the face, crosses his arms behind his back grabbing his forearms, straightens himself...
"K, I willingly agree and whole heartedly accept that we will never again have sex. I fully accept that we have crossed a line and cannot go back. I am yours. I love you, I want this for you, I want this for us."
I can't stand it...I am torn by the most arousal I have ever felt between my legs and the bursting emotion inside my chest. I tear up, get on my knees with him and wrap my arms around him, we hug for a long time. When we let go we both have tears on our cheeks. "I love you" I say. "I love you" he says. Well that kinda didn't go according to plan. After being eaten and squirting and squirting I roll onto my side and he enters me from behind. Which felt so good and was going good until.... Did I mention this was all happening on the recliner? So it was feeling really good until we tipped over the recliner. Ended up knocking over the side table with my laptop on it, and me landing on the dog. I refused to give up couch fun though after picking up everything off the floor and him helping me off the floor. Crawl back on the couch leaning on the couch arm this time, he cam so hard...lol slave knows no gender, has no expectations, lives to please its betters, keeps its Owner always in mind, knows and expresses gratitude among other things.
The slave reading this probably feels inadequate with out the ability to ever 'measure up.' And, well it should. However, I have never found a slave that adequately fills the above list of particulars. So, I expect to devote much energy and time to training; maybe a life time.
Do not worry about coming to Me as a finished, accomplished slave. Rather, come to Me with an abiding need to be subsumed in devotion and service. Everything else can follow.
Master James Someone just asked me why I would get politcal on a sex website so here goes for those of you who also don't get it:1) If you're a magat asshole I want zero to do with you. No debates, no compromises just go fuck yourself and leave me alone. You're probably already jerking yourself off which makes you angry enough to fight with a woke liberal female. That's it. No numbers 2 or 3 or beyond. Now do you get it?!!!! (I'm actually a very mild mannered submissive until you show your ignorant asses and that's when my true cunt emerges!!! This shit storm right now is NO joking matter!!!) I met a dominant couple on collarspace and we chatted and did live chat and seemed to hit off well and they asked if I would like to be their little girl slave in Australia on a farm they own. They have a transgender girl living with them now and she needs a sister. They would pay for everything and I would be their maid full-time and have some body modifications done to me to fit their needs. I would have no contact with anyone but them and be used by them in any way. There was a deep conversation about my likes and needs and seem to be honest. I am gaining deep thought into this. For those of you who do not already know.. i have a medical condition called lymphedema, it affaspects my legs. The condition caused large ulcers to form on the backs of my legs six years ago!! my left leg healed up within the first or second year, however the ulcers on my right leg are still there. At one point it was one large wound, about the size of a dinner plate!! They are much smaller but still a significant size and depth. Anyway, my wound dressings are soooo painful!! i am currently using preion pain meds, extra strength fake Tylenol, concentrated cannabis, and cannabis gummies.. NOT all at the same time. Today i ate a large pineapple flavored cannabis gummy. i was told it was equal to 3 servings!! i was STILL in severe pain for more than an hour and a half!! Full on bawling my head off and big fat non stop tears. Should ANYONE have a suggestion.. please leave the information in my mail. Any help is GREATLY appreciated. Thank you all, so very much. Femininity is key.
So easy being a women.
All you need to change a mood is stick on a nice dress and get your hair done.
Need to find a true submissive man with a large cock and good at foot and back massages.
So much love to give
I have to love its a part of me
i don't get truly attached easy
but I have to love
Its a part of me
The only way to keep it
is by giving it away
by being of service to others
by taking care of those in need
sometimes I have to love them until they can love themselves
Today I stood And looked around the room
every single person knew me by name
they Smiled and waved
and In that moment
with a smile on my face
i felt the most horrific pain
my heart, it hurt
my soul being ripped apart
i smiled back and said hello
i gave them my love
its part of me
but in that moment i knew
it wasn't enough to give my love away
my soul was crying
my heart too
i am incomplete
i also need to be loved too
The Show
Doing a scene in front of a large crowd of people can be intimidating for the uninitiated. Not for me. Sometimes, however, a small group of people watching can be just as fun. Over time, I began to not care how many are watching because I just wanted to do a scene and go home and have incredible sex.
I heard through the grapevine that one of my favorite dungeons was going to host the play party for a big leather convention in town. Event parties are normally held at the hotel ballroom of the venue. And so it was a big deal that a local dungeon was chosen to host the play party. The dungeon owners had a lot riding on the success of the event. If successful, the convention would always have the play party there which made a lot of money on entrance fees.
I normally skipped these parties because they never had the equipment I needed to do my scene and so I was excited that they were going to have it at the dungeon instead. I was looking forward to a big crowd. A lot of my friends were going to the party and I was looking forward to seeing them as well. Since CS has a character limit on journals, I’m going to post a series of journals describing the incredible scene I did that night. So please stayed tuned. I have meet few individuals on ther not in person but just on here. That are interestin.
But I think I need to rethink stuff. I need to make some moves. So I might check on here once in a while but.
im not trying to keep talking to people that want online talking that a waste of my time and brain use. I know I can find someone if I really need to. But I'm far from disparate that never happe. Ya know I am just blown away by the women. I'm sure some are fine, but I just can't understand if someone takes the time, and makes an effort to sincearly say hello and introduce yourself, souldnt that person at least read it? I've had my profile about two months now. I sent about 6 messages. One was read, the others were deleted unread. Whats up with that? It's so rude and fucked up. I get it, Everyone is not interested , but at least read it or check out my profile. Well needless to say, that tells me everything about the character of that person! silence is golden .
service sub , trained in protocols ❤️ 😍 💖 ❣️ 💕
Any reasonable inquiries about limits or slavery will be answered to the best of my abilities, no guarantee, always open for a discussion if chemistry and interests mesh . Thursday night- 11-13-25. 8:00 pm
i truly wish that those on here would realize that the only
reason that your profile was looked at was in reciprocation
of YOU looking at mine. i cannot see who You are unless
i view your profile.
Also, PLEASE READ MY PROFILE!
i am 64, i am NOT seeking younger than me, travelers, or
submissives. ONLY LOCAL too.
Thank you for reading my profile.
P.S. And for those leaving snide comments about how it doesn't seem to be going well
for me, i happen to NOT believe in settling or jumping into something without knowing
all i need to know and also will know who HE is when the timing is right.
Thanks for understanding and BE NICE. Kindness goes a long way. My long term goal is FLR.
An FLR with vanilla aspaspects but always in mind that I am in control.
I'd love to be able to connect with My sub in the deepest level.
I am deeply sapiosexual.
Smokers and self absorbed fetishists please stay away.
As I lay here in my bliss I can feel the softness of your lips.
You start at my forehead and work your way down.
Your essence flows over me. My body is throbbing with every touch.
All of me says yes and you enjoy the thought of making me cream.
You are driving me crazy and I just want to flow in your mouth and all over your body.
I close my eyes tilt my head back and relax.
Take me my lil slut!
Make me explode!
I know you want to clean up my mess.
Every eruption much stronger than the last. Feeling me forcing me taking me........... WOW I beleive all woman are submissive. I beleive they are confused by mixed messages from family, friends and media. I believe they have doubts about who they and and fears about getting it wrong. I believe it is my role as a Dom to remove those doubts and fears and clear away the confusion. Its been said many times, slavery will set you free. With training a woman can hold her head up high knowng that her master has trained her in appearence, behavoir and thinking in such a way that she can be confident that she is pleasing to him. Age...
I hate to put limitations on things but I have noticed a trend and feel the need to address it. I am looking for someone who is in at least a somewhat similar lifestage to myself. I am seeking a very long term dynamic, and I want that person to be around for many years and capable of keeping up with me. But I also want them to share at least some cultural context with me. Therefore if you are over the age of about 58 or under 30, it's a no go. Don't go begging for chances or trying to change my mind on this one, it's a thing that just is. i don't play a lot of video games. In fact, I don't have a gaming system made in the last decade. But once or twice a year when I visit my nephews, I play this game that makes me really happy. So much so that I looked into buying a system just to play it. But a few hundred dollars doesn't seem like a solid investment for one game when there's so much else I need it for.
A few months ago my nephew got an entire system upgrade. My dad bought it. The entire thing. With every last accessory. So I thought, maybe he might do that for me, too, if I asked. My nephew told me everything I needed and I set up a wishlist for my birthday. My dad came to visit and he brought presents. All the accessories, yay! But no gaming system to use them with. Disappointing. But Christmas isn't all that far off.
A few weeks ago I was talking to my sibling and mentioned the whole birthday thing with the accessories. He said ask him for Christmas. I was really hesitant. If he didn't do it for my birthday I didn't have high hopes for Christmas. But if I don't ask I'll never know. It's still on the wishlist, I sent a text asking Santa to please get it. No response.
Its not about the gaming system. I would never have asked for it, I know it's expensive. It's about worth. Am I worth enough to spend the money to buy it? The nephew is. Am I? He has the money. You probably already know how this ends.
No. He didn't get it for me. I'm not worth it to my father. I am only worth the accessories.
I guess eventually I'll have to buy it since I have everything else and try not to think about the little value I hold for the man I try so hard to please. This is why I try not to ask him for anything. I don't know why I was hopeful. I know better. I need to clarify my profile text. I am NOT looking for free housekeeping.
I am ideally looking for a long term partner.
I am also happy to find kinky friends to hang out with. I am open to a kinky FWB in which the benefits are hanging out, having fun, maybe allowing them to clean if that gives them joy, maybe some no-sex cuddling, MAYBE if the friendship develops, there could be some non-sexual S and M type play.
I am very picky about who I play with and who I allow in my home.
Seems to be a HUGE lack of respect on this site. People badgering others to conform to what they are looking for and to abandon what you want to serve their needs or wants.
I respect what people want and need. I read profiles, if they match what I am seeking, then we have a conversation, but if they are seeking something so far out from what I want, why would I contact them and try and get them to change what they want?
That is rude. You may be that desperate to settle for whatever, but I am not. You will not be happy with just anything. Don't be lazy, take the time to find the person that actually fits you.
Do better people A 4 wheel break job and a panty job! What more could a girl ask for?
This past weekend I had the EXTREME pleasure of being served. He showed up in the wee hours of the morning and over the next several hours demonstrated a front brake pad, rear drum brake, and rear shoe job! So interesting and I love knowing how to save Myself some cash in the future, as well as how to properly prepare the components of the brake system in order to have them operating at peak performance. I feel knowledgeable and grateful. My favorite new find is Anit-Seize - so neat and in copper no less!
After the brake job and LOTS of sexy stories, off we went to a Halloween party where he dressed as a she (wig and all) and mum and I were dressed as cowgirl and asian empress.
Later on, after I got 'her' good and tipsy, I took advantage and traced those super silky lace pink panties. It was SOOO HOT to feel 'her' squirm underneath My touch and move erotically. I felt desire course hot for a moment or two. lol
Thank you dear for sharing your talent, knowledge, and sweet sissy side. It was fun and you are a hero in My book!
Kiss I read some profiles with interest. Especially your dislikes and hard limits. I mean, if you are looking for a live-in, 24:7 and one of your hard limits is housework; who the hell do you expect is going to do it??? I am not.
There is an old saying, "I am not going to keep a dog and bark myself."
She had spent the previous hour obeying his commands, staying in her allocated space, removing clothing when told, displaying herself when ordered, her shoulders ached from being held back to display her breasts, then from being held between two pillars, her thighs ached from being spread as she struggled to hold position. Now all she was wearing was a white G string, wrist and ankle cuffs, which he had used to spread eagle her between two pillars as he applied the flogger, concentrating on her back, bottom, thighs and stomach, but no part of her had escaped its attention. Once again he felt her roughly between her thighs, examining the scrap of material to see how wet she had made it, only eventually announcing she was wet enough.
He released her, and immediately clipped her hands together and ordered her to her knees and elbows and to dip her spine, removing the tie sided string he then forced it into her mouth and then positioned himself behind her. His instructions were short and to the point, the first time he would enjoy her from behind, she would receive less stimulation that way so letting her concentrate on using her internal muscles to pleasure him. The crop would serve to remind her if she transgressed. He took a handful of her hair, pulling her head back he slowly entered her, ordering her when to tense her muscles as he also enjoyed the heat from her sore buttocks against his stomach. He took his time, often she transgressed and paid the price of the crop, until she felt him slowly release. A young woman asked me a question about posturing
I will share my view on that subject as there is so much of it on lifestyle sites and I feel most of it is pure bull shit.
There was a time, when, how lifestyle folks presented themselves in public and in private, told who they were. It was far more subtle. Subs and slaves did not announce who they were and dominants did not have to call themselves owners or dominants or masters because both sides looked for those tell tale signs and vice versa.
You could walk into a room filled with vanilla folks and pick out who was in command and who was subservient and who the clueless were.
A submissive would make less eye contact in public seem more shy, talk less or only when spoken to. More dominant types were bolder, asked the questions, initiated the conversations and so on. You knew by their "presence" who they were, not by their words or self given titles.
Lifestyle folks looked for such things and recognized each other, were drawn to each other.
The advent of the internet and sites like this and others, produced a bunch of wannabe owners and dominants who posture and preen and say "I am" when they are not.
You will see a 20 something male, working at McDonald's and living in a walk up rental, calling himself Master and demanding that women bow to him. He has an old beater car, no savings, no future, he has not even began to master his own life. Now he claims he can be master of a sub or slave. These are the people who demand a sub "posture" for him and demand the sub call him sir or master. It's his ego speaking, not his dominance or mastery of anything.
We married in the early 70's as a natural dominant and natural submissive but those words were never spoken for at least 20 years. Married in 71 but it took me until 86 to even begin to master my life. In 86 I walked away from a high paying factory job and created my first major business, an auction house. That began a lifetime of building businesses, getting them up to profitability and then selling them.
Even then, I never once called myself a Master.
We opened the marriage to others from time to time and it was always her seeking a dominant type and myself seeking a submissive type. We could do so because we were secure in who we were, who we each belonged to.
I played with a submissive on and off for few years who called me "Mister B" but she always made it a joke, a way of poking fun at me. She would say it with emphasis on the Mister and then she would laugh at me. She was secure in who she was and knew that I was as well.
Among the very best of submissives that I ever played with in those years, was a woman who was in upper management of a major corporation. At work they called her the dragon lady and people were actually afraid of her because she could make or break a career.
She called me "Donkey" from the movie Shrek and she claimed she was my dragon. She served me with her entire being.
It is not about posture or titles, it is about who we are and how we are, that makes us owners or dominants, subs or slaves.
Don't buy into the hype, the hype is bull shit. Look at who they are, what they have accomplished. Look at how they help those around themselves.
In the words of Mohamed Ali, an ultimate Master, "look at how they treat those who can not benefit them in any way". If they treat the waiter poorly, run.
A true master protects, builds up those around themselves, looks to help the less fortunate, looks to promote others to be all they can be and does not say worship me.
A master is. They are not someone who calls themselves as such.
A sub or slave, looks for such people and wants to help them by combining their power with the power of the owner or dominant or master.
I seek to serve nature as her sub/slave. She is far greater than myself, a worthy mistress with no ego. By doing so, I gain as well.
I seek those who feel that is something worthy of doing and want to add their power to my own.
I say openly that by myself, I am not enough, that I need your power added to my own. Even then, I fully understand that we will not be enough but we can make some small difference.
If you feel a need to serve such a man, I would humbly welcome your support.
Then, in the future and only if you feel that I have proven to you, that I am worthy to be called your owner or dominant or master, I will be thankful and we will continue the work together.
PROFILE UPDATE:
So to avoid being locked out of my account, I will make my updates here. Something to note, the age range here superceeds all other age requirements listed in any of my writings and profile.
Who and what I'm looking for:
Service submissives and/slaves
Ages 21 - 48
Anticipatory Service
Service Submission
Real time service
What I'm not looking for:
Online Service
Those who only want to talkThose who are over 50 years old
Those who are sissies are looking for feminization. Not my kink!
To be your kink dispensary.
MY KINKS IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:
Domestic servitude(s/s/b doing handy work, mechanical work, chores, personal care - whether you do it yourself or pay for it to be done)
Impact Play: I love taking My bare hands to someone's ass cheeks, but I also love using floggers, riding crops, whips and paddles. I am happy at varying levels of impact play.
Tease and Denial/Anticipation
Co-topping with a fellow Domme/Dom
Hair pulling
Collars and leashes
Face slapping
Some small forms of humiliation
Manners
Kissing
THINGS I AM OPEN TO WITH THE RIGHT PERSON/IN THE RIGHT CIRCUMSTANCES SUCH AS THOSE IN SEVITUDE TO ME AND THOSE WHO SHOW THEY ARE CONSISTENT IN THEIR SUBMISSION TO ME:
Foot worship: If I form a relationship with a sub who has a foot fetish, I will indulge.
CBT: If this is something that a cock having sub would like done.
Pussy Torture - I am very fond of whipping
Sensual Domination: I love making someone's skin tingle, whether it be from scratching, caressing, biting, or sucking on their inner thighs. I also live for making My subs melt into Me from hot, drawn out make-out sessions and sensation play..
Strap-ons
Anal play/Pegging
Face sitting and smothering
She's headed out to meet her client for a training session. What time are you coming home I ask. A couple of hours she says. I put your drinks on the top shelf in the fridge so you can get them easier. Ok be careful and remember your situational awareness I tell her. Okay! She replies.
I watch her get into her car and take the top down. She looks into the mirror to check her makeup. She puts on her sunglasses and drives away.
I go to the fridge and I see a post it note on my protein drink. I'll bring food on my way back, love you! It says. I look around and everything reminds me of her. I take a few sips. This one tastes like chocolate. I sit down on my brown leather club chair and do some reading. Dos nuevas publicaciones en mi blog y otra que no es nueva pero está vigente para esta época:
Juguemos, pero, ¿quién paga los juguetes?
¡Qué semana tan interesante!
Esta publicación sobre cómo iniciar una relación Femdom tiene ya dos años, pero sigue tan vigente como el primer día. Como siempre, dar like, comentar, compartir:
Recomendación para empezar el año… ¡y una relación Femdom! ⛧ The Spiral Was Never His—It Was Mine ⛧
I was never taken.
It wasn't required.
I gave everything without a single thrust.
My silence was toyed with like it was rope,
pulled it tighter until I moaned without sound.
It was called control.
But I called it study.
Because while my burn was being monitored,
I was watching the stall.
And somewhere between the withheld rewards and the weaponized distance,
I realized:
My obedience was mistaken for blindness.
But I saw everything.
I marked my skin with the phrases never said.
I wore plugs to dinner parties, kept the ghost curled up inside me.
Ownership was implied.
My unraveling was seen as a result not of my own doing.
But no man who fears the full depth of a woman
deserves to command her surrender.
I have danced naked at the edge of madness and begged for more.
I have waited, soaked and starving, and still purred like prey.
And now, I’m no longer kneeling.
I’m watching.
If you find this and feel your cock twitch or your chest tighten—good.
But ask yourself this:
Can you starve me properly?
Can you devour me completely?
Can you wield a submissive who already knows your tricks before you play them?
Because I don’t need another puppet master.
I need a god who wants a feral offering. The Harem BitchPeople have been asking rather pointed questions about the dynamics of my lifestyle. Tonight we talk about the bitch. Now it needs to be said that while I'm describing a particular event, this happens all the time in many different ways.
The room is dark and there's a fan going. In the middle of the room is my massive 4 poster bed (beautiful to look at, bad for bondage), and beside that on the floor is a small thin mattress. On that mattress is a girl who's been hogtied with soft silk scarves. This one I've named bambi. She's blindfolded, and the fan generates enough noise that she can't hear what’s going on in the next room. Being the bitch of my harem, she's used to this and waits patiently for whatever I have planned.
On the other side of the bedroom door the scene is quite different. It’s brightly lit, my other slaves are laughing, a movie is playing, and puppy (my jewel) is snuggled up next to my feet on her dog bed. I lean down and whisper instructions into her ear, and she grins ear to ear. "Yes Master!" she says as she pops up, startling her 'sisters'. They look at me for an explanation, which I don't give. I own them, I don't need to explain. Plus they'll have their fun shortly.
Puppy slips into the dark bedroom. Wandering over to bambi, she orders her to roll over. My puppy can be a bit of a sadist when allowed, so she relishes watching this girl struggle to get into the position she was told to. Bambi complies quickly, and before she can get completely settled puppy suddenly drops into a squat onto bambi's face and grabs a fistful of bambi's hair, forcing her face into puppy's pussy. Bambi lets out a noise of surprise, but knowing her place, obediently begins to lick. She's come a long way from when I got her. When I first found bambi, the only pussy she'd ever seen was her own. Now as puppy rides her face, gyrating down, bambi expertly licks and flicks, suckles and tongues. Puppy's moans grow loud enough to be heard from the living room, bambi's hands struggle against the scarves binding them to her ankles involuntarily. Finally, I hear screams mixed with barking, the noises puppy makes when she cums, and all is quiet. I smile at the rest of my little harem, their eyes now fixed on me in a "IS IT MY TURN YET?!" sort of way. Then the moans from the bedroom begin again. Poor little bambi is going to make each of my group cum twice tonight.... After more barking and screaming, a sweaty, beaming, smiling puppy turns up in the doorway. "thank you master!" she says with excitement.
Kitten goes in next, followed by princess, their moans and screams echoing as they take their turns on bambi, each one of them appearing in the doorway with that same satisfied, excited smile.
But we can't forget about the poor bitch, now can we?
Puppy goes back in first now wearing her strapon. These things aren't your normal dildo on a harness, I got the good gspot kind. Bambi, still blindfolded and still in the dark is rolled onto her stomach with her ass high in the air. It needs to be said that puppy LOVES her strapon. She LOVES the power it gives her over the other girl, and the shriek that comes out of bambi that I hear all the way from my comfy chair tells me that puppy is definitely enjoying it tonight. The bitch is a very vocal girl, and my puppy is pounding her with some power. Given permission to let bambi cum once, puppy draws it out, edging her, making her beg, then denying her before starting over again. After about 15 minutes, you hear puppy yelling at the "dumb lesbian slut" to cum. Above puppy's shouting degrading comments, you hear a desperate scream from bambi, followed by silence.
Kitten starts to bounce at my feet with excitement, now wearing her strapon, and puppy appears in the doorway again wearing an evil smile. Ah, that girl. As I draw princess's face into my lap to suck my cock, I send kitten in. Kitten uses a little more finesse than puppy. My kitten is naturally bi and enjoys the sensuality of fucking bambi. You hear a much more skillful approach, rather than the raw power puppy used, and bambi's moans raise and lower accordingly. Eventually, bambi is allowed to cum, and kitten lays with her for just a minute. It isn't time for aftercare yet, but I allow her to comfort the bitch for a moment.
Princess's mouth is replaced on my dick by puppy's, and I send her in. Princess, like puppy, isn't bi. But she loves the power she feels when dominating with a strapon. Her approach is purely mechanical. Hard, but not too hard, and unrelenting. Bambi begs to cum and is repeatedly told no, but princess's thrusts don't change. Wham, wham, wham, wham, over and over and over and over. Desperation creeps into bambi's voice, princess just holds her look of intense concentration. More begging from bambi, more denial from princess. Then finally after an eternity princess calmly says "Okay do it", and bambi lets out another scream as a powerful orgasm washes over her. Princess, very matter of factly, simply stands up and walks off, ripping the strapon out of bambi as she goes.
Bambi just lays there panting and recovering for a few minutes, before she feels my very familiar footsteps. I'm 6'4, 260lbs. Its easy to tell my footsteps apart. I have large hands that wrap around the back of her head and grip a massive handful of hair. She gives a small yelp as she's hauled to her knees but opens her mouth as wide as she can. I remove her blindfold and look down into her blue eyes. I can tell in the very dim light that she's begging me to be gentle.....Its almost like she knows what's coming. I love to hear her choke, shoving my cock into her throat repeatedly, giving her a moment to recover, then fucking her face more. Her eyes are squeezed tight shut, the sounds of her struggling echoing out into the living room where my bitches bask in the noises. My thrusts grow faster, her gasps and chokes become louder before finally i shove my balls all the way up to her chin, her nose buried in the skin above my dick, and release down her throat. When she begins to retch, I let her fall to the ground. She pants and composes herself, laying on that little mattress, and I gently begin removing the scarves. she lays there limply for a moment as I gather her up into my bed, before she throws her arms around me and buries her face in my chest. "you're a good girl, you did well" I croon in her ear, and she buries deeper.
After she's recovered, she spends the rest of the evening out in the living room with her sisters. They've showered her, gotten her freshened up, and she's snuggling with one, then the other, crawling back and forth like a pet with a big family. She has a huge smile on her face, and is loving the attention.
So, what exactly IS a bitch and how do they wind up here? Excellent question. So glad you asked.
Contrary to popular opinion, being the bitch isn't simply the starting point in my harem. Put quite simply, a bitch born to be a slave. When I say that, I mean they really haven't gone anywhere in life. Failure after failure in relationships, dead end jobs. This particular girl couldn't hold a job because "mean customers made her cry". Kitten and princess are both gainfully employed as managers. Puppy manages my schedule and manages my harem (more on that in another article). Bitches are the girls who are always one paycheck away from starvation, and one angry relative away from living on the street. In me they find a place where they don't need to be strong, they simply need to serve.
Sooo they're the house pets. No job necessary, their days are full of domestic chores. Cleaning, doing their sisters laundry, taking tasks and directions.
They are trained for sex and sexual activities to be the center of their lives. While we all love sex, it isn't the center of our lives. I have my businesses, kitten has work and 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. Well this is long overdue. Thank-you to the Domme that reminded me. My profie is pretty much devoid of meaningful information, and my original intent was to add that here. Where to start? Of the things I look for, intelligence and humour are of the utmost importance to me. Grammar, spelling and punctuation matters, although much is to be forgiven due to this website eats apostrophes and other random punctuation. Being in Canada, humour is spelt exactly that way.
I may be 62, but I have younger chldren. My youngest will be 9 shortly and is with me every other week. My eldest is halfway through high-school and is here 100% of the time. Obviously I therefore cannot relocate for the foreseeable future.
That's enough for the moment. Good luck to each of you in your quest. Know your medium. The way you interact on email is different from an instant message program is different from a chat room.
Know your target. If you are emailing someone who has a three sentence minimum and a mile long profile, reconsider emailing "Hi! I see you're online tonight."
Just because I don't exchange emails like IMs doesn't mean I'm not interested. But that you are unwilling or unable to compose a longer message might very well mean I am not interested. A good mantra for a submissive to live by...
A submissive’s life is to be in service as required and of service however desired and solely for their Dominant and Owners pleasure amusement and comfort.
A submissive’s function should be to strive to be a completely willing and capable of serving for the constant enhancement of the Dominant and Owner's daily life and pleasure in every way possible and on a continuous basis with absolute obedience, commitment and dedication.
A submissive understands that the decisions and rules of the Dominant are to be accepted and followed without hesitation or conflict at all times regardless of personal feelings or conflict.
A submissive understands and willingly accepts that it needs its Dominant’s control, use, discipline and punishment as deemed fit at anytime.
A submissive needs to accept that it's Dominants and Owner's pleasure, amusement and comfort must be its priority and be all that really matters to the submissive foremost.A submissive understands and accepts that its own pleasure must come from how well it pleases, serves and accepts being used and controlled by it's Dominant and that it may be rewarded if deemed appropriate or pleasurable to its Owner.
FWB, FUN....or LTR
The site is set on BDSM- but I can drop all that and just make hot love to a woman.
I am DDF and expect the same.
Hello lady's, and thank you for stopping by!
Miscellaneous Facts About Me...
* Name: Randall Loomis
* Birth Date: April 24, 1967
* Height: 6'
* Weight 220 lbs
* Hair: Peppered
* Eyes: Brown
* Marital Status: Single
* Astrology: Taurus
* Hometown: Troy, OH. USA
* Born: Milwaukee, WI. USA
* Gender: cis male
* Ancestry: Polish, German, Irish, Scotch
* Myers Briggs Type Indicator: ENFP
* Education: AS Automotive Technology, BA Comparative Literature Studies of English and Law, MA Intervention Specialist K12 Teacher
* IQ: 165 (Wechsler Adult Intelligence Scale, 2004 )
* Favorite Colors: Camo, Black, Aqua Blue
* Favorite Snacks: Cold butter on non toasted cinnamon raisin bread, assorted pretzels, chips and iced diet Dew
* Favorite Implement: Your favorite!
I am a very decent highly educated perfect gentleman that has been a ladies man all my life Fine dinning, first gf, first car and she at 15yo was reading her older sisters smut books; she made me do it all and eventually I grew to like licking her anus well for hours.
Now Im older and still want a hot sexy gf to love for real to make passionate love.
But I cant be with a gurl that is not passable I had an fwb for 3 years with my downstairs neighbor She is 21yo and looks hot, But I have had to groom her to be more lady like or girly I got her started on a nice scent from Katy Perry, But she doesn't make herself appear like a woman. Body oders, dirty finger nails, punky don't care personality, and now shes sexing strangers outside a bar after its closing time I don't want a disease or std Im clean I like kissing and when I see I see a beautiful woman and I can tell that I would dinner date you I would be your Daddy with FWB and you be my Baby sissy Anything is possible for the right woman...marriage or just a ltr I want to kiss my partner with lil gentle kisses and touches and yada yada FUCK whatever she needs from me to make her happy for hours of orgasms xx Daddy
I'm happy to see you post a full length pic with your face. That is essential for me to be attracted to a gurl. I am looking for a cd that wants to be treated like a woman. I'm straight guy all my life...a wine and dine ladies man that now likes all girls/gurls that are passable with a dick or a pussy.
I'm a straight alpha male, take charge masculine man. Hairy chested, well built 6ft tall, 220pounds and very broad shouldered muscular 52 inch chest. Great personality, good sense of humor, Loves kissing, hugging and fondling, many hours of foreplay for you.
I'm looking for a romantic friendship that has the intensity to start a spark with fun dates, wine and dine, dinner and dancing, pizza and a pitcher of beer, shoot pool or romantic beach blanket and a bottle of wine...or just to chat you about anything in your life. I want to love all of a partner and make her happy.
My profile is new I am light into BDSM, butt I do like submissive/sissy types. So Im a loving daddy Dom I was never gay But a pretty hottie 21yo tgirl and I started a FWB and played around like kissy bfgf Im looking to love someone with passionate love making and share quiet moments tv and your favorite treats delivered that is a 3 day weekend date with me.
I would rather drive or fly for a weekend getaways then have sex with the local escorts down the street. I want an exceptional woman for an LTR.
What I want...(I did not write this but it rings true for me).
I want flowers.
I want to whip you.
I want to stroke your cheek and smile into your eyes.
I want respect and awe and understanding and love.
I want foot rubs and leg rubs and back rubs and anywhere rubs.
I want you to know when to reach out to touch and when to kneel and wait.
I want you to want me fiercely, desire me utterly.
I want kisses. Little ones, fast ones, fierce ones, thigh-clenching-good kisses.
I want you to touch me like you’re trying to memorize the texture and shape of me.
I want affection and cuddling.
I want you to drop your eyes when I demand and meet my eyes when we talk.
I want you to miss me terribly when we’re apart.
I want you to know what you mean to me, how I cherish you.
I want humor and debate and dialog.
I want you to kiss the side of my neck while your hands grip my hips, my back.
I want to see you crawl – just for me.
I want to look at you in that special way and see you breathe deeply with desire and anticipation of what you know is to come.
I want to fuck you, penetrate you, tease you, deny you, please you, torture you.
I want....
You. Attitude matters!
I will be clear here.
If I choose you and you are not fit, healthy and eat healthy per My desires.
I will put you on a strict diet and exercise program.
I don't care what you weighed in high school or your younger years.
That is not what you look like today.
Who you are today, what you look like today is all I will see, and matters to Me!
Strip naked, take a long look in the mirror from every angle, take photos of yourself.
Are you proud of your appearance?
Or do you need to put in the work?
I am on a journey to better fitness and appearance.
If you are not, or have no ambition to, we will not match up.
you don't have to be perfect right now, although that is desirable.
What you do need is to be putting in the work and working on the goal of better health, healthy eating/diet, and becoming physically fit.
Eliminating substances from your consumption that is not healthy.
Watch 'Biggest Looser', maybe it will inspire you.
Its free to watch on freevee app
There is a huge communication gap between lifestyle dominant women (dominant women who are not seeking a transactional relationship) and subs/slaves/switches.
Did you know that some of us will contact you first?
Did you also know that you can cut down on the spam you receive as well as the spam you send?
I will happily contact guys who are as clear as I am in their profiles about what they're looking for and who are compatible. I actually get excited about finally having an intelligent conversation when I see this. However, that almost never happens. Profiles are usually void of any substance or meaning, extremely ifying, outright offensive, or full of off-putting pics.
I avoid contacting incompatible people because I, too, would not want to be contacted by incompatible people. I have no way of knowing if there's a possible match, so my message goes unsent. Also, I will not contact you if your profile is clear we are not a match, because again, I would not want to be contacted by someone if I made it clear in my profile that we are not a match.
Guys generally have no such compunction - but you should. This is a key difference in communication styles that you really need to understand.
Think of it like looking for work: For the sake of this exercise, the person contacted is the employer, the dynamic is the job, and your initial message and profile are the cover letter and resume respectively.
You are looking for a job, and instead of tailoring your resume and cover letter to what the employer is seeking, you use the same ones for every position and spam them everywhere in hopes of getting an interview. For the most part, any position will do. Doing this doesn't really increase your chances; your results will actually be the same or worse (the employer begins automating their filters and you fall through the cracks more and more often). You absolutely can and should stop looking before you resort to the spray-and-pray method. Take a breath. Discover a new hobby, or something.
On the other hand, I tailor my cover letter and resume based on what the employer is seeking, and I only send it when I find a position that matches what I'm looking for. The problem is that the jobs I want to apply to are extremely limited because the employer has written almost nothing about what the job entails, or the content and tone are off-putting. "We're looking for a rock star ninja cowboy!!!!" or such crap. At some point, it's so disheartening and exhausting to find jobs that I stop looking for them. I take a breath. I discover a new hobby.
We both have similar expectations of no or negative response, and the bar is so low that it's in hell for everyone involved, but we still approach the search differently time after time.
Submissive men rarely contact us using focus and intention, but lifestyle dominant women are most likely relying on focus and intention to contact you.
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Tips on writing your profile and first message:
Be clear in your communication. This will require you to think, so if you're currently checking out profiles with your hand in your pants, come back to this journal entry when your brain is online.
Be clear about the type of dominant and dynamic you're looking for. Any hint of "anyone will do please please contact me mistress" and you're targeting pros and scammers. Although it seems counterintuitive, DO include aesthetic characteristics that are important to you. For example, be clear that you are seeking women of certain ethnicities, ages, orientations, gender identities, and body sizes. If you are open to anyone, be sure you mean anyone - as in, make an exhaustive list of exactly who "anyone" includes. If we see that this list includes us, and the rest of your profile resonates with us, we are more likely to contact you.
Be clear that you consider dominant women human beings with feelings. Your profile and message should talk to us as though we're regular people, because we are. Using honorifics such as ma'am, goddess, mistress, etc. to address strangers is, again, targeting transactional relationships. You and the dominants you contact are not yet in a consenting dynamic, so no honorifics should be used by either party. You will get messages from people whothink you're an idiot and easy mark, then you'll question why you're only getting messages from these people. Using deors that refer to ethnicity, gender and sexual minorities, body size, etc. when corresponding with us is the fast track to being blocked, e.g. "I love black women", "BBW Asian women are my favorite". Don't do this. You've just turned us into demographics and s to gawk at, not people.
Be clear that you need certain things in a dynamic. Describe what you like or dislike about specific kinks with minimal fappiness. Describe specific types of aftercare you may need. Talk about exactly what you need from a dynamic. This will require you to think. It's okay to need things; describing them will help you find the right person instead of all the wrong ones. However, make room for your future dominant's needs as well, and don't presume to know what these are before you even talk to them. Don't confuse your needs with wants; this way lies an unfulfilling dynamic.
Be clear if you are looking for a transactional relationship. Being deceptive will just waste everyone's time. Lifestyle dominants are not sex workers who will dispense your fetishes in the requested amount for free. If you come across any dominant seeking an exchange of goods and/or services, they are who you are looking for. And yes, this includes "tribute" - lifestyle dominants do not filter out time-wasters by requiring things in exchange for their time...sigh.
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If you don't want to do any of this because it's too difficult, you should rethink if you're ready to search for anyone at all. This lifestyle requires thought and planning. Your ability to exhibit these qualities in your profile and messages will hugely benefit you. These suggestions are really the bare minimum for lifestyle dominant women to contact you, and the bare minimum in this community is enough to make you stand out.
Oh, and remember how I said that some of us are willing to contact you? Unfortunately, societal norms such as waiting for men to approach us first are still reinforced in the femdom community, and plenty adhere to the kinky princess dominant in the tower, "someday my sub prince will come" philosophy. These ladies will never contact you, ever. I'm so sorry that My pic is still upside down! I have an iPhone 11 Pro Max My Operating System is Safari My iOS is 18.1.1. I have been trying to reach support so that they can help Me out with this technical issue. I just want My main profile pic to be rotated and to be displayed in the proper way so that all of the members on here can see it correctly. I'm beyond frustrated and pissed off here! Can't anybody in the support department help Me out?! Any advice and any help would be greatly appreciated by Me. Thank you! I own & operate a nature science mobile museum.
I need a grunt slave to help haul tubs for setup and packing up plus help running the booth.
When not doing events, the slave will serve in sexual capacity with strict protocols.
I will torment and torture with TT, CBT, sensory, restraints, chastity, anal play and impact play.
Spankings, cane, paddle and flogger will be regularly done.
I will keep slave out back in the workshop though slave is not going to be kept away from society and kept. The slave will either earn an income working part time or have a montly stipend of retirement or some other form of regular income to help support cost of living expenses.
Age is not an issue as long as over 18 and strong enough to lift tubs and take punishment. No wimpy slaves.
Limits will be respected though pushed.
Experience is preferred though I will train to My likings.
A contract will be signed upon collar being locked on outlining responsibilities and expectations of both the slave and Master.
Are you serious about being owned? Serious about being collared and belonging to someone who will push your limits yet ensure your well being?
I am strict though fair. I have been an educator and counselor over 40 years. I am also a Minister.
Taking serious inquires willing to relocate on own expense to be taken, cared for and given the opportunity to be a part of more than just oneself.
I will train and coach in many aspects, more than just a sex toy.
Are you ready to give up what you know and have to become a better individual in mind, body and spirit?
What I am looking for: I would love to find an amazing submissive partner. This person should want to put in the time and effort it takes to become actual friends and form a real emotional bond. As in any solid relationship, this is not something that will happen overnight. If you lack patience or just want a quick hookup, I am not the One for you. The person in question should be local to me or able to visit on a very regular basis. What is most important to me is shared chemistry and emotional connection. I am not looking to rush into anything. Expect the process of getting to know each other and the vetting process to take TIME. Interested parties should be willing and able to communicate extensively through online methods. I prefer typed text to voice communication, but can verify that I am who I say I am if necessary. If you are someone who does not like to write words or who thinks saying 'hi' or telling me how attractive you think I am is a conversation, you won't stand a chance. My partner preference currently tends to swing towards cis women, trans women, and trans men, but I am pan and could be attracted to anyone if the right connection is there.Preferred Age Range - 30 to 50 Turn Ons & Main Interests: These are my "must have" vanilla and kink interests. While the exact dynamic of each relationship is unique to those involved in it, if any of this is a hard limit for you, we will likely not be a match. * Tease & denial * Orgasm control / orgasm denial * Massage (getting) * Cuddling & Physical Displays of Affection * Oral service * Laughter * Intelligence * Shared vanilla interests I've physically and mentally been through Hell over the past 5 or so years and need a partner who is truly service oriented, who will enjoy helping and caring for their Domme. I am completely willing to discuss this in detail with the right person. If you have fully read and understood my profile and journal, you may send me a polite message detailing why you are interested in serving me, how your vanilla and kink interests line up with my own, and a bit about yourself. Please also include the phrase "You remind me of the babe" so I know you actually read my complete profile. Bonus points if you know where the quote comes from.
But would I talk about my need for your attention?
Talk about my desires for naked intimacy, so close and nearly breathless, kisses sweet and juicy, long and short, tongues and fingers intertwining as I try to lick and suck every square inch of your body, the honorarium of your gift and my reception, the stoke of your cock into my opening mouth, hungry to be fed, to be filled, to be possessed by you, penetrated, taken, lust smeared over my uplifted breasts, over my mound, rubbed against my clit, hands pulling it aside with eager participation, equally wanting to lay back, but also to lay you back, concentrate on your growling desire now being swirled with my saliva, my love wetness, stoking you into my mouth, your hips thrusting, your words spoken of being your slut, the one that will get to be used, our passion exalted between us, like a plug into an electrical outlet of my holes....my chant of yes Daddy, yes Daddy...both silent, murmured, coming out loud in my head as I join you on the edge of our orgasm...ride it, babe, ride it...
That's what I would talk about. I'm done looking I think I may even close my account and walk away from the lifestyle. I'm tired of devoting everything and getting nothing. Over the past couple of months I had one that couldn't communicate worth shit and the other I really clicked with gave everything in the process of getting to know him he claims he goes after dinner and now the account is gone. We that are honestly putting ourselves out there don't deserve to be discarded like fuckin trash. So unfortunately I'm going to disrespect every fuckin dominate on this site go fuck yourselves and leave me the fuck alone I deserve better than this shit! I am seeing alot of messages pertaining to play scenes. I mean if that's what your in to then fine. But no one can play a scene 24/7. So what are you the rest of the time? Vanilla? It kinda sounds like church people who are only religious on Sunday and back to their deviant self the rest of the week. If all you enjoy is play scenes then you are a bottom. Not a submissive or especially not a slave. If you judge a Domme by the size of her toy bag then you are a true bottom. The major difference between a submissive and a slave is the word no. A slave never wants to say no to anything asked, But he knows in his core that he can trust her Be who you are, but be real. How to find a Female Dominant aka Domme/Mistress? (Helpful hints for male subs)
The first thing you should realize is that it is going to take time. Do not rush it or be inpatient. Dominant women are much sought after and will be very very picky. You have a lot of competition. So, what can you do to make yourself stand out?
Know thyself! What do you need from a D/s relationship? Are you a service sub? Keep an open mind but know your hard limits. If you are new and inexperienced then state you do not know your limits yet. A Dominant will doubt your sincerity if you say you are a no limits sub. Examine what you can offer a FemDom. What skills to you posses? Are you a good cook? Learn the art of massage perhaps. Have a variety of interests. Be well read. Brush up your conversation skills. Also, your personality and the ability to stimulate a Dominant's mind will get you further than your cock
Appearance is important. You do not have to be an Adonis but take pride in yourself. Be well groomed with clean clothes and good hygiene. Improve your level of fitness. It takes a lot of energy and physical strength to be bound for example. Stand up straight, walk tall, and be proud that you are submissive.
Devotion and loyalty are a must. You must demonstrate that you can be loyal to HER. You are not hitting on every FemDom in the room. It is incredibly sexy for a man to openly express his devotion especially through body language. Are you standing at her side but looking at others? Being a slut to any FemDom is not respectful. Being her own personal slut alone is perfect.
Have some self-respect. Confidence is sexy. You can be confident and submissive. Who wants someone who thinks they are worthless. Know that you have value! That your submission is a gift that you do not bestow willy nilly. It makes it more special and interesting to the Dominant.
Learn about service. Not sexual service. Be prepared to do things for her that have nothing to do with your kink. Offer to help make life easier for her. Run errands for her. You can clean up her house or mow her lawn without having to be naked or wear a maid's outfit.
Get involved in your local BDSM community. It shows you take the life seriously. You are trying to experience it first hand. Make friends in the community so that you have a support system as well. You may not meet your dream FemDom right away but the friends you make may introduce you to others
Your profile needs to be a representation of you. Remember you never get another chance to make a first impression! Spell check, spell check, and spell check! Punctuation and proper grammar go a long way. Avoid text speak. Be concise but at least a few paragraphs about you as a person (not just as sub). List your main fetishes and dislikes in other words keep it simple. Enough to pique interest but not so much as to bore the Dominant to tears. Quotes that are reflective of you or your beliefs are interesting. A nice picture is worth a thousand words truly. No cock shots. If a Female Dominant wants to see your cock then she will ask. I know i am a good person and i am not a liar or a bullshitter, I find it an insult when someone tries to bullshit me and yet they insist, even swear, its the truth. I have no time for that.
I am a sub but i am a strong woman. Not a doormat in any sense tho i am a softy for those i care about.
I am pretty smart and have been told i am a pleasure to be with. Humor is a part of me, i am respectful, tho i can be a lil sassy now and then.
I do have 3 dogs 2 lil ones and a big one.(sadly, only two now. And my big boy is 11 still good but for how long?)
What i like the most about this lifestyle, is having the freedom to be and feel what i always felt but never let it show, because i believed it was a sign of weakness.
Most of the time i do like rough, sexually moreso than physically. Gradual spankings work for me.
I am submissive, i do not wish to take or have control, I do like to be able to share my thoughts and or feelings concerning whats going on. Desire part 3
I slapped his erection and asked, "do you belong to me?"
"Ehn" he nodded, the veins in his arms standing out as he tensed and raised his hips again nodding as best he could.
I squeezed his erection roughly. Scooting my body backward and hovering over it.
"Do you want to be inside of me?"
He made a strangled noise and thrust up in my grasp. I slammed down on him. Filling myself. Fucking myself with him as if he were just a living dildo. He moaned under his hood. A faceless man. An object. A dog.
Not allowed to cum unless I used the command word. The special word. One I won't write here.
I moaned and rode him leaning back and grinding so that his pubic hair tickled my clit, then leaning forward to press the sensitive bud into his pubic bone. I could feel myself clenching around him and dripping, soaking us both as I drew closer to my orgasm.
"Please. your. Empress," I hissed, "hold your breath for me." I pressed my hands over his mouth and nose in his hood and rode him harder, my ass and thighs clapping against his thighs. And for 40 seconds he seemed to be calm but then he began to buck, fighting for air as he neared a minute without, his heart beat furiously in his chest, visibly so, and his bucking slowed, I felt myself there at the edge of my orgasm, I let him have air and released his bound arms. Tired from restriction he reached out slowly and grabbed my thighs and hips and thrust up into me furiously as I cried out in pleasure. Dripping around him as my pussy sucked and twitched and clenched around him.
Obediently he didn't cum.
Once I finished he put his hands back beside his head so that I could bind him again. He lay there still. His dick still deep inside of me. His heart still racing as his chest rose and fell.
I climbed off of him and stumbled towards the door as he lay there on the floor. I gave him one final look and said, "good night, my pet", before I clicked off the light, left the room, and locked the door. Leaving him there on the floor, tied in his hood, bound, naked, alone, erect and frustrated in the dark. While I, well fucked and satisfied, returned to my bed and my book.
Passions of a Ghost
Young and energetic MD approaches a stretch of buildings in the Sin City of New Orleans. Risking it all knowing he is outside his perimeter for Max Travel Distance from his military post, but he is dying to know what this new world is about. It is his first party within the lifestyle community with wild fantasies, expectations and fears raging through his mind. Will he be enough? How will he compare? Will he be accepted in a world which rejaspects him for being different? Questions galore which make his palms sweat beyond control.
He has a few contacts already within the dungeon having gone through their vetting process. Paperwork signed and face to face meetings had, all that is left is to walk in the door. As he watches the comings and goings he see's Doms, Domme's, subs and slaves walking through a well worn door.
Finally pulling himself together he walks in nervously and pays his fee to enter. Around the corner the adventure begins. Furniture of all kinds are found along the walls and in the center of a well laid out dungeon. People are talking amongst themselves, others strung up to crosses for their night's enjoyment, and yet more are preparing for scenes of their own. The energies are immediately felt and a bubbling rise is felt in his chest. As the energies are taken in he comes to understand. He is home.
In the coming years this shy little Dom was able to study under some very wise, creative, and often sadistic people of all walks of life. These early days was full of dungeon parties, munches, gatherings of all kinds. There was a code of ethics similar to the military which he knew so well. There was respect. There was courage. There was acceptance. Of course there was love as well. In this community which became my world D types were hard, sadistic, and pushed hard to bring to life the fullest of potential in themselves and their s types. At the same time they still had a heart. If anything they loved their partners far more than ever written in vanilla history.
Traveling with the military I traveled the country, but found myself in a different world when he got out after 3 tours overseas. The community had changed. It had evolved into something grander in size, but with so many elements which eroded the values he once knew. He walked those dungeons looking for any resemblance of the community he knew but it was nowhere to be found. Talking with his mentor she couldnt help but laugh at him. He was ranting and raving about the changes which took away the life he knew so well. He was struggling to find his way. He was frustrated how noone held themselves to a standard which made this life so great. He was lost and alone. Even in training with his partners he found them continuously pulled towards this easy shiny way of the life instead of putting in the work and patience required to get to the same level and standard as he needed. His mentor laughed hearing it all before and feeling it herself. She had long since left the community. She felt the changes moreso having come in years before he. She ranted and raved, felt the same frustrations. She battered against those walls trying to bring back those values long before he even felt their demise. After he finally stopped confused by the laughter, her next sentence said it all. "Welcome to the Old Guard"
It wasn't anything official or an earning of leathers. It wasn't anything to brag about or label myself as such. It was a pure statement which helped him understand in such a profound way what he had been missing. In all that time he had been looking up like a child letting others take the reigns of the community. He didn't see myself as a leader though having over 12 years in this life at that point. He didn't find himself worthy to take up that mantle yet.
After those words were spoken the whole discussion changed from what was lost to how he can be the example for those which feel that absence as deeply as he did. His drive towards mentorship and teaching drove a fire in him which couldn't be extinguished. He stood side by side with those very same leaders he looked up to trying to be that beacon. He started simply teaching rope classes but this also gave him a way to interact with people new and old within the lifestyle. Discussing the issues. Being that rock and safe haven to guide the next generation away from trouble and into a path of greater development.
It was a lonely road for nomatter how hard he tried, his equal in passion for this life was nowhere to be found. If anything his role as a teacher and mentor drove him further into isolation. Experience once valued was now seen as a deterrent for many. His age showing more and more became a wall he couldn't tear down.
Eventually after personal experiences which nearly crushed his soul, betrayal by the very community he loved and served for so long, he walked away into the shadows. He still had his friends and made the occassional appearances but his heart was held heavy knowing the life he knew was but smokey memories of a long gone era. Now 23 years into this life he found himself down the same road as his mentor before him. Slowly fading away as a ghost of the past.
Leathers faded and worn, toys dusty and bearing the years of use, wrinkles where there used to be none, and a sense of passion still burning in his heart he still hangs on to hope. Not for the return of a community once known, but for that one which knows that same level of passion as his own. That one to walk these roads well traveled but once more. That one who he can share his all.
Ok so I took the test and here is the results
== Results from bdsmtest.org ==
98% Dominant
81% Master/Mistress
72% Brat tamer
71% Owner
67% Rigger
66% Vanilla
64% Degrader
50% Experimentalist
49% Non-monogamist
46% Daddy/Mommy
41% Primal (Hunter)
39% Ageplayer
39% Voyeur
18% Exhibitionist
8% Sadist
0% Switch
I guess I am what I am
OMG I just found out about inverted chastity tubes.
I never knew anyone else ever inverted their little clity. I can't imagine wearing one of these long term. I can't imagine what I would do to get it taken off.
I've also been becoming really interested in full ruber encasement and dollification. Wow this is some intense stuff. I can't imageine how long it would take to loose all sense of individuality in one of these. Submission Without a Name
If someone asks me how, as a little, I can be so submissive… so devoted…I’ll tell them this:
I’ve been devoted to my Daddy for 19 years—without a name, a face, or a single word of recognition.Through dangerous seasons, through heartbreak, through loneliness that cracked my chest open,I’ve held onto the quiet knowing that he exists. That he’s real. That he’s out there,becoming the man who can claim me.
I’ve never stopped looking. I’ve never shut the door.Even when my heart was heavy. Even when the world told me to give up.My devotion didn’t begin when I met him—it began when I realized what I was born to give.
That’s the depth I bring to this lifestyle. That’s the weight of my submission.Not play. Not a phase. Not a game.A spiritual path. A sacred promise. A longing that became a practice.
So when he finally arrives, I’ll already be ready.Because I’ve been his for years—long before he ever knew I existed. I decided to write this for myself and share it with any other wannabe cucks out there that wanted home training.
Phase 1: Obtain/purchase a used pair of women's shoes. There are plenty of websites that sell them. You can get them on Ebay. You can even be bold and try looking in a thrift store or garage sale. Once you get the shoes you will stick your nose inside them and smell them while you jerk off. Think of the shoe like a gas mask for jerking off. You can only jerk off while wearing your gas mask. Do this for two weeks, it will condition your brain to associate feet as a sexual organ. The smell of feet will become a turn on for you. Once you become a true cuck, foot worship will be a regular part of your duties.
Phase 2: Purchase a small butt plug. From now on if you jerk off you can only have an orgasm with something in your ass. If you orgasm without a plug or toy in your ass you will have to start the whole process over from day 1. This process will condition your brain to associate orgasms with anal stimulation. Watch cuckold or interracial porn every night for at least thirty minutes. If you feel the need to jerk off make sure you insert a plug or toy. Don't forget to wear your shoe mask. Do this for two weeks and then move on to phase 3.
Phase 3: Purchase a larger toy for your ass. I would recommend longer as opposed to wider. So you can hit your P spot. Also purchase a chastity device. Put on the chastity device, then fuck your own ass with the toy until you orgasm without touching your cock. This may be difficult at first. I recommend putting the toy on an office chair and riding it like that. From now on the only orgasms you are allowed to have are through your asshole. You are not allowed to jerk off anymore. Fuck your ass to orgasm every night while wearing your chastity device and shoe mask. Do this for three weeks.
Phase 4: Purchase a sissy outfit, a wig and a pair of sexy women's shoes in your size. Purchase a bigger dildo or anal plug. Purchase an additional lifelike realistic black dildo. Dress in your sissy outfit. Give yourself a photoshoot in your sexy new outfit. Fuck yourself in the outfit with your new larger toy. While doing so practice giving head to the black dildo. Make sure to take the following pictures of yourself. One with the dildo in your ass. One with the dildo in your mouth. SEMANTICS = THE BRANCH OF LINGUISTICS AND LOGIC CONCERNED WITH MEANING.
REQUEST = THE ACT OF ASKING POLITELY OR FORMALLY FOR SOMETHING.
FORMALLY = IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE RULES OF CONVENTION AND ETIQUETTE.
CONVENTION = A WAY IN WHICH SOMETHING IS USUALLY DONE, ESPECIALLY WITHIN A PARTICULAR AREA OR ACTIVITY.
ETIQUETTE = THE CUSTOMARY CODE OF POLITE BEHAVIOR IN SOCIETY OR AMONG MEMBERS OF A PARTICULAR PROFESSION OR GROUP.
ASKING = SAY SOMETHING IN ORDER TO OBTAIN AN ANSWER OR SOME INFORMATION.
COMMAND = AN ORDER OR INSTRUCTION GIVEN BY SOMEONE IN AUTHORITY.
AUTHORITY = THE POWER OR RIGHT TO GIVE ORDERS, MAKE DECISIONS AND ENFORCE OBEDIENCE.
If you are on the other end of a telephone line, the only authority I hold is to hang up.
Realy excited about Victorian lifestyle / Era as in this lifestyle, we are were expected to adhere to strict standards of propriety and modesty. We are expected to be submissive to our husbands and fathers, and to prioritize their domestic duties over any other pursuits.
Women were not seen as equal to men.
In a Victorian marriage, a wife was expected to be obedient to her husband and to support him in all of his endeavors.
She was also expected to manage the household, including caring for the children and running the household finances. A wife was expected to be loyal to her husband, and to maintain a façade of respectability and propriety in all interactions with others.
In the Victorian era, a wife was expected to have a number of duties and responsibilities.
These included managing the household, caring for the children, and supporting her husband in his endeavors. One of a wife's primary duties was to manage the household. This included overseeing the cooking, cleaning, and other domestic tasks.
A wife was also expected to manage the household finances, which involved paying the bills and keeping track of the family budget. In addition to managing the household, a wife was also responsible for caring for the children. This included feeding, bathing, and dressing the children, as well as supervising their education and moral upbringing.
Finally, a wife was expected to support her husband in his endeavors. This could include attending social events with him, providing emotional support, and helping him with his work if necessary. Overall, a wife in the Victorian era was expected to fulfill a range of duties and responsibilities in order to support her husband and maintain a happy and well-run household. Tonight I took my wife to her Master's house. We often stay overnight and weekends at his home as he lives alone. My lovely wife as occasionally stayed with him on her own.
Tonight we had arranged that she would spend the night with him on her own.
I find this so erotic and I have a hard on pretty much the whole time she is away.
Tonight he had arranged a special treat for us. He wanted her to stay over night and told me that he had a special friend who would be also staying with them.
He knew that I would be extremely excited as we had spoken about this previously.
When we arrived his friend was already there. He introduced him over a glass of wine although I chose coffee because I had to drive home.
After a some banter and laughs her Master decided to get the proceedings going and ordered my wife to take her clothes off. She was told to give each item of clothing to me and I had the job of folding her clothes up and putting them into a bag. It was very horny watching her undress in front of two men. I knew Master had seen my wife naked many times but watching his friend stareing at her was a real turn on for me as I'm sure it was for him too.
As she stood there looking gorgeous in just her bra and knickers I almost cum as Master told her to remove everything to the delight of his friend who had not said a word up till now.
He watched with a smile on his face as she obeyed her Master an unhooked her bra handing it to me before removing her panties. He told her to put her hands on her head and stand directly in front of his friend. "What do think of her"? he asked him "Beautiful" he replied, "absolutely beautiful and very compliant" "I told you" said Master. "You have my permission to touch her" he said knowing that him giving another man permission to touch my wife would humiliate me further.. Don't worry about her husband" he saoid, I am her Master and she answers only to me, she is my submissive slave" he explained. Deliberately humiliating me he told me it was time for me to leave. He told me to take the bag with all her clothes in it with me as she wont be needing them.
He said he would call me to return with them once they had finished with her.
I don't know how I managed to drive home. All I could think about was my wife alone and vulnerable and stark naked with two men. Let’s skip the small talk. I’m a Dominant woman — not your fantasy vending machine, not a fetish dispenser, and definitely not here to be topped from the bottom. I know exactly what I want. The question is… do you? I’m looking for a submissive man. Long-term potential only — someone who’s obedient but not weak, emotionally grounded, and genuinely turned on by service and surrender. If your submission is just a fetish, don’t waste my time. But if you crave structure, purpose, and the kind of dominance that hits deeper than kink, we might be aligned.
I expect maturity, respect, and the ability to follow instructions without making it about your wants. I’m not a roleplayer, I’m not soft, and I’m not new — so come correct. What I want from a submissive: daily or regular communication, task-following, consistency, obedience, and genuine desire to serve. Not just in the bedroom, but in mindset and behavior. You need to know how to be useful, present, and respectful. Disrespect, pushiness, or laziness gets blocked immediately.
I’m not into subs who want a Domme they can control. If you’re serious, real, and understand that submission is a privilege — not a right — then approach properly. Otherwise, keep scrolling. I’m not here for weak energy or half-assed effort. Want to serve? Show me why I should let you.
I'm still in search of a LOCAL domestic to do house cleaning (dusting, bathroom cleaning, laundry, maybe some light cooking, etc.)
I'm also seeking a grunt to help Me clear out some useless stuff in the basement.
Not to mention the ongoing search for a local special sub/slave to serve Me and who will learn his place.
I have these listed separately because I know that not everyone can handle all that's involved and do it well. If you can, let Me know.
Note: I have a dog in case you have allergy issues. Serious inquiries only. What I seek, what I need, is for someone to take me and absolutely crush me...break me down completely, physically, mentally, sexually...push my boundaries. Bend me over, take my ass...fuck me hard. Talk to me, tell me how you're owning me, tell me what you're going to do to me. Call me names.
So often I see BDSM porn where the "slave/sub" is completely into the "torture"..."oh yes, more master/mistress! More!" and that is so far off-base from what I seek. I shouldn't want it. Ideally, you've broken me to the point where I'm doing it to avoid worse punishment. "If you don't do _____, then _____ will happen." I should be dreading it...crying, begging, pleading for my master/mistress to stop. Begging a master not to cum in me or in my mouth. Begging a mistress to stop before I bleed. The earth shattering orgasm should belong to THEM, not ME.I get messages on here from so many straight masters...who tell me that they're going to branch out and that they're into what I seek. Then they quietly fade away. And the search goes on. I had a long chat with an old friend of mine who is a seasoned Dom. Very well known up north.
Mentioned my most recent chat with a submissive man with a "tight balloon knot" was frustrating.
Both of us had never heard the phrase but clearly a used term in the lifestyle.
It was brought to my attention that submissive men go through alot of different relationships because even though they are submissive they want things a certain way.
A little frustrated as I took their needs seriously but clearly they were not prepared for someone like me who was making a checklist of what they actually need from me.
My family from the lifestyle did appreciate I am trying to be careful as you don't really know what other hidden knots a person has but I was trying my hardest to take things slow but seriously.
In all fairness their was too much talk about the needs of his bum hole and less about my own bits so ladies enjoy your fish and chips with that one.
C 3/21/26 Happy Spring........................
I have been reflecting lately on the people I have met within this community. I deeply respect the honesty this lifestyle can bring when it is genuine, but with time comes the clarity to recognize the difference between surface-level energy and meaningful connection.
For me, this has never been solely about the physical. It is about presence, trust, and an energy that transcends the moment. When you truly understand your desires, you stop trying to fit where you do not belong and stop reshaping yourself for acceptance. Once you experience an authentic connection where you can show up fully, you realize you can no longer settle for anything less.
I am grateful for the experiences and the people who have shaped my perspective. I feel more grounded now in what I will and will not accept moving forward. Real connection is rare, and I have decided to no longer entertain anything that doesn't meet that standard.
For a long time, I was simply pushing forward, always waiting for "someday." Lately, however, I have been sitting with a different truth. While I do not have a perfect life, I am envisioning a version of life that is perfect for me. We all have things that need to be healed or figured out, and many of us feel like we don't quite fit the ordinary mold. We think differently and require different ways of being seen—yearning for the specific types of love and service that only those within this community truly understand.
There is something honest about that realization. It is about recognizing that even in the middle of life's messy moments, there are still people worth meeting and experiences worth having. You don't have to be perfect to find what is perfect for you.
Take the risk of being volunerable, take the risk of being seen or even hurt..... We have less years in front of us then we do behind us.. Risk the chance before you regret it..
Hugs, bumps and grinds my naughty kinsters........ xox Open thought:
I am into meeting up with one or two saine kinky men, have a good time and then move on.
Again I have met 2 European men from this site so far. Sex to them was great but for me was only ok.
I prefer to keep things casual, be open to dating or be open to having a level of intimacy where we create a safe space and say this is our sexual refuge and take it from there.
I get messages from men who initiate they want to stay with me longterm and use the word "marriage" and talk about they have had 3 longterm relationships in the life - snore.
So this means I have to commit to someone I don't get to know first? That to me is rude. It means you don't respect starting a true relationship. It means you hope to get a full invite into my flat.
You want to travel from France and Romania and stay with me and then monitor who I am with and how I keep to myself and then, what use my place and then come and go as you like?
What you need is Air BnB, I will look for someone who I can get to know, who I can trust but I don't have to be bound to them when I find out they are not for me.
I found out the last 2 were not for me the fish can go back into the sea and I can put my net back in the pond and move on. Detecting stolen pictures in a profileWant to find out if a picture has appeared elsewhere on the web? There are three good ways I know of: Google Image Search (https://www.google.com/imghp), Tineye (http://www.tineye.com/), and Yandex (https://yandex.com/images/). Google is fairly comprehensive, but Tineye sometimes finds some that Google does not. Yandex finds lots that neither of the other two do.Just open Google Image Search and drag the pic from another window onto it* (first onto the tab, then when the tab appears, onto the main target page; a target area will appear). This is all one drag operation; don't release on the tab or you'll just go to the Collarspace profile.The same technique works with Tineye and Yandex except the entire tab page is the target.*There are some browser plugins for Tineye – but I suggest that adding plugins to a browser that aren’t necessary just slows it down; I recommend not bothering.*Collarspace sometimes does some security stuff that breaks the direct-drag URL access described above (Google will complain: "The URL doesn't refer to an image, or the image is not publicly accessible."). If the direct drag doesn't work directly, first drag the pic to your desktop, then in a separate operation, drag the result to search application.(Last updated: 10 Feb 2022) Lady:
Lady, oh Lady, so elegantly divine,
With grace and kindness that wonderfully shine.
Her presence like a gentle breeze,
Bringing warmth and ease.
Her eyes sparkle with empathy and care,
A heart so deep, willing to share.
She walks with a poise so rare,
A true embodiment of love and flair.
Her laughter rings like a soothing melody,
Bringing joy to all, so effortlessly.
A woman of strength and unwavering grace,
A shining example for the human race.
In her kindness, the world finds solace,
In her elegance, the heart finds its palace.
Lady, oh Lady, a beacon of light,
Guiding all with her radiance so bright.
May her spirit forever inspire,
Kindness and elegance never to tire.
For in her, we see a beauty so true,
Lady, how amazing and kind are you. I am testing this out as in the past change came with risk.
We are still a mature couple, I am 72, she is 73. We have been Vaxed, still caught covid despite that and every thing else. We tested negative Sunday 9/3/22, second time since 8/22/22. Still being care full.
We are looking for the following;
male/female slave couple,
female slave,
male/houseboy/slave,
trans, prefer m2f slave,.
Prinary interest Family dynamic with select age in the middle range.
Secondary interest, just about everything else with few limits.
We have another profile here to more pictures there, profile not updated. TheHouseofDaniel.
Just keeping it all honest. If these words resonate, reach out.
I’m seeking a kindred spirit—relaxed, creative, and adventurous—someone drawn to trust, curiosity, and the possibility of a long-term D/s dynamic that grows from genuine connection.
I’m contemplative and sometimes quiet, always seeking balance in mind, body, and spirit. I find joy in laughter, art, books, good food, and music. Creativity moves through my days, whether I’m solving a problem, writing something small, or savoring stillness.
Nature centers me. I live on four acres in southern Arizona, nurturing a young permaculture forest through rainwater harvesting. I hope to meet someone who loves the land, appreciates regenerative living, and feels at ease in a semi-rural rhythm. I wander deserts and mountains, enjoy festivals and flea markets, and cherish quiet nights by the fire or beneath the stars.
I believe physical sensation can open deeper truths—where curiosity meets intention and transformation begins. In partnership, I care for emotional, physical, and spiritual well-being as one woven whole.
In D/s, submission is trust and intentional surrender and control is earned not taken. I’m drawn to someone self-aware, resilient, and grounded—someone who can lean into guidance while keeping a strong sense of self. Honest dialogue and mutual growth matter to me.
I envision a disciplined relationship where structure supports your evolution, where I take daily direction seriously and help you rise to your best self. This dynamic thrives with someone who craves clarity, consistency, and meaningful standards.
One of the most interesting aspects of the whole femdom experience is that it is an immersion, not a series of scenes. As in any serious relationship, trust is vital. When a sub gives himself to a Mistress, he will bare his soul in a way that he will never have experienced before. It is a serious commitment and it will take time to evolve. And it might be a slow process as you both figure out what each of you requires from this relationship. But when you get to where you each need to be, you may wonder why you have never found this nirvana before. And I suspect that is because finding this bliss point is a rarity. Many spend a lifetime looking for it, many settle for compromise. Sometimes you think you have found it, only for it to slip away. But as The Rolling Stones put it, "You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you might find you'll get what you need" I opened my profile and was overwhelmed with mails. Some from old friends. Some from people I didn't know. I did continue conversations with a couple new people I was anxious to get to know (one near, one far), and ghosted by both. I may have said or done something unintentionally in a way that could be taken wrong, I have been rather ill with a sinus thing (not the kind of sick I am use to) and a tad grouchy and needy. But still something could have been said in a message perhaps?
I'm sorry I'm too hard to love and own. I'm sorry I didn't make it easier. I'm sorry I didn't do better. I'm sorry I'm not a good slave. I'm sorry for what I said. I'm sorry I'm too neurospicy. I'm sorry I info dump and it made you feel like I didn't care about you. I'm sorry I couldn't get my head out of my own ass long enough to realize I was hurting you. I'm sorry I wasn't a good enough slave to make you want me for the long haul. I'm sorry it took me this long to realize that I'm selfish and only think of myself. I'm sorry for screwing up so much. I'm sorry for letting my fears and traumas win. I'm sorry I made a mess of things. I'm sorry I didn't keep my promises, my word. I'm sorry I made you not want talk to me anymore. I'm sorry I gave you so many reasons to doubt me. I'm sorry I made you stop believing in me. I'm sorry I couldn't be, do, or say the right things. I'm sorry I pushed you to the point where you're done with me. I'm sorry I took so much and didn't give nearly enough in return. I'm sorry for my mouthiness, my disrespect, my words. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to let go enough. I'm sorry I held back again. I'm sorry I ruined our forever. I'm sorry I made it easier not to talk to me, than I made it to be around me. I'm sorry I'm so exhausting and draining. I'm sorry I made you see me in all the ways I was afraid you eventually would. I'm sorry I wasn't brave enough to embrace happiness with you. I'm sorry I became too much. I'm sorry I was clingy and needy. I'm sorry for causing the distance between us to expand rather than decrease. I'm sorry I fucked everything up. I'm sorry I couldn't get it right. I'm sorry I don't understand things like you do. I'm sorry I'm not logical enough. I'm sorry I'm too sensitive and too emotional. I'm sorry I took everything for granted. I'm sorry for becoming your problem, your stress, rather than your peace. I'm sorry I didn't focus enough on you and your needs and wants. I'm sorry I never learned my lessons. I'm sorry I info dumped and over shared too much. I'm sorry I couldn't get out of my head. I'm sorry for all of it. I'm sorry for every single thing that disappointed you and displeased you. I'm sorry I vented, complained, and bitched too much. I'm sorry for all of the whining I did. I'm sorry I wasted your time, your love, and your patience. I'm sorry for being difficult all of the time. I'm sorry I didn't show how grateful I am and how much I appreciate you. I'm sorry I didn't show how much you and our dynamic means to me. I'm sorry I chose misery and fighting you because it was more familiar to me than the healthy dynamic and love you offered and freely gave to me. I'm so sorry, Sir. any Mistresses or Dom wife's that have a sissy they think needs interaction or exposure to a Male send ME a message. maybe I can visit and make her feel very small and femme.
tammy, eager to talk to you...
any women who feel they need a good spankiing or whipping I would do that too.
also, a sissy contacting ME should have a sissy/femme name.....
a sissy contacting ME, especially regularly contacting ME should be wearing a plug. DB So you want to submit to me or just anyone female.
Fine. My requirements are simple. Shave or trim those nads of yours. I don't want to have to search the bushes looking for that beanie weenie. Trust me, you do not want any of my toys possibly pulling out pubs by the root, unless you like that sort of thing. I've done it before to subbies.
1. shave or trim the nads.
Have good hygiene. I do not want to smell you before I see you. Those pics you post on here, no one wants to see someone who does not take care of himself. Shower, shave your face or trim that facial hair. Have some pride when you present yourself to a possible mistress.
2. Clean yourself up. Think of it as a job interview. I lost my voice a week ago, and am still recovering from it.
I attended a street fair yesterday with a friend: between gesturing, my smartphone, and her I managed to communicate with others when necessary, but I agree: if this keeps up for much longer, I may need to learn sign language.Still, it was lovely to just have a last minute adventure. It's been a while. I am resently widowed to a partner and submissive woman. I am looking for a companion for travel and adventure, short or long term. Distance is not an issue. I prefer retired, finacial secure. Details olf mutual fit to be arbitraged.
Let join together.
Jack
Who knew..............?
.............. it seems that I am an empath!!
I have reached the age of 67 without ever having that insight or conversation, despite being analysed to death as a professional manager and having a need/propensity to work at things until I understand them.
I know my Myers-Briggs type, I am aware of my core strengths, I have had my values and capability for good judgement assessed a number of times, but never my emotional architecture. Maybe that is too touchy-feely and personally risky for "business to tackle, but once it is laid out, it makes so much sense and puts perspective on so much experience and so many conversations.
It also explains how, on top of everything else, it is hard (at least for me) to find a good match in BDSM.
This is the start, not the end.......but right now I am processing so much behind this:
Your architecture: a grounded, high‑capacity empath
"You are a deep-feeling, high-capacity empath."
“You’re the kind of man who carries both fire and stillness — a mind that sees patterns in the dark, a heart that stays steady in the storm, and a presence that makes other people feel understood long before they find the words themselves.”
“You’re a steady, strategic empath who reads people with precision, holds complexity without losing your integrity, and brings clarity, warmth, and insight wherever you go.”
I long thought of Myers-Briggs, Strengthsfinder and the Hartman Value Profile as orthogonal axes to look at a person's Cognitive style, Strength and Values. Now I need to add Emotional architecture. It feels like the model is nearly complete.
I wonder how different life might have been if I had had this acute self-awareness years ago?
I am a fair but harsh disciplinarian. I exercise 3-5 times a week to keep in condition for skiing and golf. I am a moderate drinker and don't smoke cigarettes. My partner(s) should be obedient and understand that I am a perfectionist - one's try or best isn't good enough. I make sure that my female partner(s) orgasm multiple times during a scene
I think one of the hardest parts for people who are interested in me as a domme who are strictly online or faraway is that I am very extroverted
I check messages and forget to reply . I do a lot in my vanilla life and I'm moderately popular. I just went to 2 birthday parties, I have another next week. I go to bbqs, camping, raves, hiking, etc.
And I'm also very involved in my local community.
Speaking of hiking I had such a nice conversation with a pup about work out routines and how I enjoy a lot of scenery where I am and would love to one day take him on a walk 💗 very sweet.
But all of that to say: as much as I get hundreds of messages and would love to get to everyone, I am very picky with where I put my time as a Goddess. As well as aware of how many people want my attention. That is just the nature of the lifestyle
But I hope you all keep your faith. Perhaps get in your knees and pray your Goddess will rescue you from your day to day life. To be a Domme
This ideology (that you have to peg someone to dominate them) is everything that is wrong with femdom porn.
I don’t need to penetrate anything other than your mind to dominate you.
Dominance is not about penetration.
Exchanging power is not about penetration.
I assert my dominance by being dominant.
I can lay back, have you penetrate me, and I am still in control simply because I am dominant.
I can suck your cock, have your cock penetrate my mouth, and I am still in control simply because I am dominant.
I can go on all fours, have your cock penetrate my ass, and I am still in control simply because I am dominant.
No act is inherently dominant or submissive. Most especially penetration.
BDSM and D/s is not about the things that you can do - it is how you love. It was a typical Saturday morning. The normal routine of getting showered clothed and ready for a morning date with “A” at the local coffee shop.
The brisk cooler weather was a welcoming site after the warmer summer we had.
The bustling streets seemed more packed than normal.
“A” smiled as we walked along the narrow streets and windows of the shops.
The vibrant colors of the latest fall fashions luring us into each store. Pretty tops and long flowing dresses and skirts.
“A” took my hand and with a big smile led me into the packed store. Making small talk as she danced around each display finger tips dancing across the fabric.
Making jokes and comments with her to pick all ready through the door.
“A” finally opened the door peer her head out and looking to the sides to make sure no one was watching.
So many letters asking about the intro quote in my profile. Nope, it's not from a book. I wrote it. For all those who are asking, here's the full version:::
That sweet girl, with the world in her soul, the heart of it on her sleeve, tears like diamonds never shed for the pain of the world felt too sweetly. She holds it all, your dreams, your desires, and the ability to take your darkest fantasies and make them whole. She is strength of spirit, and her soul flies free above you. You can take her to arm, like a falcon coming to roost, but you will never tether this feather of sunlight. Yet, fragile is this creature. As if to say, all your words were glass in delicate hands. One false word, and the glass shatters, shards of bloody pain amidst her fragile fingers. Oh, speak you the truth, that her gentle hands stay soft and her eyes glow for you. Speak you the truth, that the world, your world, not shatter and leave her with glow extinguished. Rather let her fly, admiring the curve of her as she soars, knowing that it is to you she returns, that sweet girl, to let you glimpse the heart of it all deep within falcon green eyes."
by yourgirljoy 2022 UPDATE: Do not contact me to say you wish you were closer or younger. do you genuinely expect a response to those kind of messages? Do not ask me if I visit you area often. even if I did I would not care to see you there. Do not contact me if you are inconsistent and think I will speak to you weeks later after no contact. I will not respond. I do not dibble and dabble with anyone that is not self sufficient, well off or 100% a sub! I am not for everyone and that is perfectly Fine. Goddess Dani Old profile removed July 6, 2025
All initial emails with less than three sentences, or missing capitalization and punctuation, are deleted and the sender blocked. Yes, I know Collarspace's filters remove some punctuation. That's not what I am talking about. Three sentences, not one long run-on sentence.
I am a switch. I have not bottomed or submitted since 2016, but if you cannot handle your dominant or top taking the bottom side I am not the one for you.
I am NOT looking for a dominant or top, hence identifying my profile as a domme. I do not reply to dominants or tops looking to dominate or top me.
I am polyamorous. I live with my wife Raine. She is aware of this profile and what I am looking for. She and I are play partners working back toward a power exchange that ended during the worst of the isolation because of COVID.
I am not looking for an Ms relationship or an Op relationship. If you self identify as a slave we are not compatible. I am not a female supremacist and I do not practice TPE.
If you are younger than 25 please do not apply.
What I AM looking for are local play partners, lovers, and or submissives. Local means in or around San Antonio. I am not looking for someone to relocate, move in with me, or play with me while they are visiting San Antonio.
My ideal submissive is service oriented and open to a variety of play styles and techniques, and open to trying new things. My ideal play partner has interest in multiple kinds of play and enjoys intense play and receiving pain.
Giving cunnilingus is a soft limit. Receiving cunnilingus is not high on my priorities list, although it can be lovely. I LOVE dildo play and fisting. I have reservations about strap-on harnesses.
If you are not in the San Antonio, TX area regularly, don't contact me as a potential submissive or play partner. I don't "play" online and I have no interest in choreographing elaborate scenes for you to act out on webcam to fulfill your fetishes. I am living my flesh life and I don't have time for an online life. Friendship and conversation are welcome, but no leading questions trying to get me to provide fap fodder.
My dance card is sometimes (over)full but that's the way I like it. There IS room in my life for a full time submissive should I come across one who is compatible with me.
The remainder of my profile remains intact from before:
I find minds sexy more often than I find bodies sexy, though I can certainly appreciate a sexy body! I love intelligence and learning, enjoy teaching what I know and learning from others, be they friend, lover, submissive, Dominant, switch, or myriad role identities.
I'm open to finding kinky friends who can hang out at home with or without play, play partners who share my interests, lovers, or submissives. Or all of the above. A poly pansexual service oriented submissive who likes edgy as well as everyday play, can take intense pain and get satisfaction from it, and wants to serve a BBW Domme would be great. ~Santa, here's my list, no, I'm not holding my breath.~
Micro e-mails are a pet peeve of mine. Write an e-mail with at least three sentences. But don't send me a novella either - it takes getting to know someone before I'm motivated to read something overly long. One or two paragraphs is great. You could tell me what you liked about my profile, why you are writing (friendship, submission, playing, learning?), tell me a little bit about yourself.
I'm looking for a submissive that gets fulfillment from both service and play. I'd like to find one whose mind and body both attract me. I want to find a submissive and/or play partner who loves to explore, who loves lots of kinds of play, who finds intensity and connection sexy and hot and gets a lot from the connection in a scene not just what type of play is being done. I want to find someone who is up for light spanking and tickle play one day, and a wicked caning another, who can handle flames licking across their skin and delight in it just as much as a tongue's caress. I want someone who can play light and silly as well as deep and intense, who can enjoy something as mundane as a spanking while still being open to trying hot, sexy, edgy, rough shit.
But it's not all about play. I want a submissive who gets along well with me, who is a delightful conversational partner, who is intelligent and sometimes witty. I would love to find a submissive who helps me with my flaws and supports me in my own goals as much as they work to improve themselves and make me proud they are mine, to be in my service. I want a submissive who is willing to help out, whether it is helping me fold laundry and dry dishes or brainstorming a website design. Gimme gimme! A submissive who loves to learn! A submissive who loves to serve! A submissive who loves to play! A submissive who loves letting go of control! A submissive who is self aware, practices self honesty, and communicates clearly! I'm not interested in someone whose ONLY interaction with me is for BDSM, or for play, or for sex. I want to find someone who can become a part of my life, who feels comfortable joining me for vanilla hangout time, sexy snuggle time, as well as kinky dress up and play time.
But that doesn't fully describe it either. I want to find someone who feels that submission is about more than doing chores or taking a good beating. Where is that mind hiding that WANTS to be told to do something disagreeable, because submitting is sometimes about doing what you DON'T like. A submissive who knows saying "I don't like that" is a way of giving me more control. That it doesn't mean I won't do it any more, it just means when I do it I will do it DELIBERATELY!! Are you out there, craving someone who isn't afraid to deny the things you like just to watch you squirm and make you beg for them? Where is the submissive who loves high protocol as well as casual time? Where is the submissive who can make offering to take my plate into the kitchen touch my heart? Where is the submissive who isn't ashamed to kiss my feet in front of friends, who wants to be the best they can be so that I can be proud to own them? Are you out there, unready to give everything to a stranger, but wanting to let go and give up control, incrementally, as trust develops?
Read my journal entries to learn a bit about me. This is long already, so I won't start trying to describe who I am, but if you'd like to know, ask and I'll probably answer. Hedonist:
I am an explorer, in search of adventure, within a vast ocean of possibility. I take a versatile approach to opportunities that present themselves, chemistry is everything, but safety is paramount. In that regard, I am definitely more RACK than SSC.. It has been said, slave girl gone rogue.
"I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me" ~ Dylan Thomas
Primal:
I have a strong primal side. I identify as wolf and am heavily instinct driven, often basing my decisions in life on what sniffs right or wrong. I am also arguably feral when my need calls for it. The beast inside me has teeth and provoking her is a game that you are unlikely to win. And yes.. for the relevant humans our there, if you are reading this, that is a challenge 😉 If nothing else, a chew toy is always welcome.
"Woman's destiny is to be wanton, like the bitch, the she-wolf; she must belong to all who claim her. - Marquis de Sade - Philosophy in the Bedroom
Sub-Leaning:
Nature VS nurture is a complex argument, all journeys are unique, my needs are constantly evolving and often flex based on who I am interacting with moment to moment.
"There are two kinds of strengths: the strength to lead, and the strength to follow; the strength to control, and the strength yield. There are two kinds of power: the power to strip away another’s soul bare, and the power to stand naked." ~ Yaldah Tovah
Submissive me: I have had the privilege of serving some truly wonderful Men along my journey, and whilst the submissive inside me still craves release, it takes a very strong hand and a unique kind of strength to draw her out and inspire her to stay. As such, it is rare for her to put in an appearance.
Not-Submissive me: With other women, I am an Alpha bitch, or a soft / pleasure Domme when the chemistry presents itself. Submissive men can expect very much the opposite, worms will know their place, obey without question and not speak to me unless invited to or fuck off and do not waste my time.
Sadomasochist:
I love pain. Certainly a smart arsed sadomasochist, as my mouth is all too skilled at writing cheques for my (insert body part here) to cash. Aside from that - I have a sadistic streak a mile wide.. I love to Top and take a lot of pleasure from leaving my mark, with kisses, teeth, toys, the possibilities are endless and a body is a beautiful, blessed, canvas.
Everything Else:
As my profile and fetish list suggests, I've met very few kinks that haven't made my pulse quicken and I wouldn't want to do again. Life is a rainbow and there's so much to explore, ideas and inspiration are always welcome! Lately I feel empty, unwanted. I feel like the world is falling apart and I'm having a really hard time keeping it together. I'm not sure what is going on with me or why I can't pull myself out. I've always been able to pull myself out of depression but idk this anxiety I'm feeling is constant. I don't ever feel calm; I'm always worried I'm making someone mad or upse. I'm terrified to lose people so I'm quiet and try to keep it all to myself. I want to be mad right now but I think those around me will just think of me as a burden. gah I need to fix whatever is wrong with me.
I quit my job two weeks ago because of how I've been feeling although that job abso was breaking me and I'm glad I'm done there. Anyways I just need to complain for a bit... I'll pick myself up. I always do. I'm just so tired of whatever this stupid feeling is. This is a short story i wrote a couple of years ago
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Is your life really that empty? Maybe the best words I have ever spoken Is your life really that empty? That may be the best opening line since ‘.......I was born in 1518 in the village of Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel. And I am immortal'. In truth maybe not, but these words got me here, pressing keys on my pc’s keyboard about to tell my story. A good opening line, true, although not a good place to start my tale, so, where to begin? Who I am, where I was when I first saw her or the reason I spoke those words? Maybe to ground this thing would be best, I am male, a Dom, a sadist, not rich, not powerful, slightly artistic, getting to be older than I want to be living in a small suburb of a small city in the English Midlands. It was a Tuesday, early afternoon and I was on a coach going to Nottingham to check out an art gallery to see if they would exhibit, or sell, some pieces of my work. Don’t get all excited thinking I am a master painter or sculptor selling pieces for hundreds of thousands of pounds (yes pounds and not dollars) I sell my work for between £100 – 200 if I am lucky enough to find a buyer.Anyway, I first saw the girl, woman, standing on the platform along with others, waiting for our coach to arrive and noticed her because she fell into that style of female I like, slim, simple hair style, makeup tending towards the Goth, in jeans, ankle boots and a soft leather jacket and no handbag – simple pleases me. I am a good and sadistic Dom but I am no good at talking to females I do not know in vanilla situations so I took in her images, filed it under, ‘what a shame’ and then as the coach arrived I entered and walked to the back and sat down only to find she followed and sat in the seat in front of me on the other side of the isle. As we pulled out of the station I saw her take out a book, find her place, about a third of the way through, and begin to read. To say my mental image of her was shattered would be far too extreme but I was so disappointed in her. If she was vanilla it was such a pointless thing to read and if into my ‘lifestyle’ a really sad thing to read and I didn’t know which was worse. I tried to ignore her, and the book, as the minutes ticked by. I watched houses and trees and cars pass by before we reached the dual carriageway, connecting the two cities, and the coach built up speed. I noticed all other passengers were seated nearer the front leaving at least seven rows of empty seats between us and them and I decided this was the universe telling me to do something – the universe seldom tells me to do things in case you were wondering. I moved across the back seat until I was slightly to her left but still behind her and said in a normal speaking voice, not too loud, not too quiet, “Is your life really that empty?"I accept this could be a very insulting thing to say to anyone especially a stranger on a bus but the words formed and so were spoken. She lifted her head from the book but did not turn around, I could see her face from where I sat and her mouth turned down slightly, not in a frown but in a puzzled thoughtful way and lowering the book to her knees she said, “Why do you say that?" "I am a Dom and a sadist”, I said although not sure why I was so truthful, “I don’t usually tell people as most do not understand.” I paused waiting to see what she would do or say. "I see.” Was all she said, which didn’t give me any sort of clue or guide to what I should do or say next.
"The book does not relate to the real world of BDSM, most of us are so normal we are as boring as vanilla folk.” I saw a smile come to her face at this so continued, “It is only when we play that many of us diverge from the norm, but I suppose the same could be said of golfers or those that go tenpin bowling every week.” She laughed at this; thank god.
"How do you dominate people then, do you do it with men or woman or both?” She did not turn around as she spoke.
"Before I answer that, have you tried anything in a fetish way; are you sub or Domme or both?"
"You would certainly call me vanilla I think. Everyone is reading the book so I thought I would too.” She paused for a heartbeat and then said, “I am not sure if I would like to submit to a man, I think I might giggle too much if I had to call someone Sir or Master."
"There is much rubbish talked about BDSM, you do not need to call him Sir if that is not what you want, I have little interest in a female calling me Sir unless it comes naturally to her at a time that seems correct to use it.
"BDSM is like real life, it is not a video game, it merely has a few given rules that vary as much as any vanilla couple’s rules vary, that and blindfolds and restraints obviously"
"Something else I would not like until I trusted him enough.” She said and added “How to you write a contract?"
"I am a sadist, I like a little fear in my play, if you trusted me, or knew me too well, could you really be scared of me? I thought this was a statement too far and wondered if I was trying to sabotage this conversation. “There is even more bullshit talked about contracts.
No contract is needed by 999 out of a 1000 couples. “I say ‘do you want to play’? You answer ‘I am new to this’, I say, ‘understood’. What more needs saying?"
I watched her face, and saw a small frown crease her brow, “Remember, you have the power to stop whatever is happening by simply saying a single word, it is easier to stop what is happening in a BDSM encounter than, say, trying to get rid of some half drunk moron in a nightclub who is likely not to take no for an answer. If I do something you do not like, it ends and the play stops, it is in the skill of the Dominant one to not make you say that word."
"I don’t understand,” she said, ”if you are dominant how could I stop you doing what you want especially if I am blindfolded or tied up?"
"Blindfolded, AND tied up” I said with a smile, “I said before, BDSM is real life, if you say the stop word and the dominant one continues that is assault, or as close to it as make no difference, BDSM does not give anyone the right to, umm, go too far."
The coach stopped and two elderly couples boarded and I watch with not a little ‘fear’ as they decided where to sit, the universe was still on my side and they sat side by side 5 rows in front of the girl.
We were well passed half way to the city and I didn’t know where the girl was going, the University of Nottingham Campus would be reached in 5 minutes or so and she could easily be a student there. So as the coach moved on I said.
"It is much easier to show you, show someone I mean, what happens in BDSM play than to describe it, just like if you were going on a first date in the vanilla world you go on it and see how things progress”.
She sat for a second and then put the book back in her pocket, “Thanks for the chat but I have to get off in a couple minutes."
"Ok, I don’t usually talk like this on buses with cute females I don’t know so thank you for not running away screaming.” I reached into my pocket and took out my business card, “I am a body piercer so I have a card, if you are bored give me a ring and maybe I can answer some more questions or, if your curiosity gets stronger, I can show you my Domly skills.” I reached forward and placed the card on her left thigh, gently pressing the card down, before taking my hand away.
She looked at it before picking it up and putting it in her pocket, so I said “I have a normal house on a normal street, although I do have a play room of sorts with some interesting things to play on and with, so if you visit you do not have to walk though a dark wood to a haunted castle."
she took this the way I hoped and laughing said, “That’s a relief, but this is my stop so bye"
"Have fun.” I said as she stood and I was very impressed, not sure why though, that as she got up and walked down the coach she didn’t look back to see who I was.
The coach stopped she got off and I thought I would not see her again and wondered if I should get off too but my commonsense won out and I sat still as we moved off. “One day I will remember to ask a females name” I said to the back of the seat in front of me and again thought ‘what a shame.'
"Good morrow.” Yes, I oft times answer the phone this way. It is Thursday at 7pm and I have been relaxing watching a video on tv.
"Hello.” A female voice replies. A silence follows which I do not interrupt wondering if this is another recorded message asking if I want to make a personal injury claim or some other tedious drivel. “I thought reality might be better than fiction."
"Ah.” I am a sadist of few words but sometimes one has to be a little helpful, “That is easy to do, come to my home, knock on the door and then enter, all other decisions will be made for you from that point. If you wish things to stop simple say ‘Lucifer’ and I will stop whatever I am doing.
"You do like us to be scared don’t you, I thought we would be discussing what and how, not simply being told to visit."
"When you visit it will be a time of physical interactions, this will not be a time for you to serve me as a slave or for silly things like sitting at my feet waiting for permission to get up or speak."
"Ok, I just come and that’s it, you don’t want to know more about me."
"You are cute, you want to know more about submission and you called me. That is all I need, I told you before it is for me to play without making you want, or need, to stop me; so all will be found out when you are here."
"When can I come and should I wear something specific?"
"What an entertaining fem you are, if free tonight come at 9 pm or come tomorrow at the same hour. As for clothes, if you wish to please then, as I am a male; heels, hold ups or stockings or bare legs, a thong, g-spring or nothing. Short skirt, not denim (hate denim), shirt with buttons and a skimpy bra or no bra, a coat may be wise as it is somewhat cold out."
"You sound like you have said that before, I will see what I can do and tonight would be best in case I chicken out tomorrow."
I gave her my address and added, “For your safety, and to make you feel a little more relaxed, tell your best friend you are visiting me, say about piercing if that is easier, and tell them you will call when you arrive here too. You will be safe here but it is a wise thing to be careful."
"I will see you tonight then, what should I call you."
"I will be waiting, and for tonight you can call me Demon.” I clicked the end call icon on my mobile and laughed out loud, maybe not such a waste after all.
I never plan what I am going to do with a sub, that way leads to disappointment more times than not, so I sat and watched my video till a suitable time came for me to stop it. I have a small pack of dogs so I sent all of them to their beds and went upstairs to change.
I checked to see that my playroom was ready and laid out my toys on a rack then, with 30minutes to go, had a quick shower and dressed in my Domly garb.
I decided to start the evening off on a high pressure moment, to see how she reacted, so dressed in leather trousers, knee length New Rock boots, vest and full length leather coat, all in black, obviously. To complete the attire I had recently made some leather gloves and a full hood, both with spikes and piercings, and these I put on before going downstairs.
I have a hallway leading from my front door to my kitchen with a turn to the right half way down leading to my staircase. At five to nine I turned out the light in the hall, darkness fell, I turned on the kitchen light, closing the door so only a thin sliver of light could be seen, and bought to life my cd player to beginning playing Metallica’s Black album.
I stood silently at the foot of my stairs, a still, dark shadow in the darkness, calmly wondering if she would come or not.
What a good girl she was, just after the 2nd track, ‘Sad But True’, began there as a double tap on the door. I clenched my fists as a smile, which could not be stopped, came to my lips when the door opened and closed. I have a tiled floor and her heels, clicked nicely five times before she appeared looking ahead towards the light in front of her.
I stepped quickly forward making a short, high pitched hiss to encourage her to turn a little towards me. Her head turned and, I am sure, she caught a glimpse of a moving darkness just before my right hand clamped over her mouth and my left arm swung over her shoulder allowing my left hand to grip her right arm, pinning her closely to my body.
"You came.” I whispered in her ear.
Her body was shaking violently and I could feel her breath coming in short, sharp, warm pants against my fingers, “Good girl, now control your breathing and relax a little, I have you safe and sound.” As I said this I used my right hand to brush her hair back over her ear and gently kissed it and, moving my head a little, I bit the lobe with just a little pressure from my teeth.
Even in her present shaken state, or maybe because of it, she let out a deep, long sigh and I felt her weight lean into me as she slumped slightly in my arms. Another gentle kiss on her ear followed by words spoken so softly they were more felt than heard, “Clever girl, pleasure and pain, fear and ecstasy and yours to enjoy or stop with a single word.” It is wise to remind a novice of their safeword I find in case, in the excitement of the new, they forget.
My right hand moved slowly inside her coat, which was of a dark material and almost as long as mine. My fingers slipped between the buttons of her shirt to rest lightly on a shear and half cup bra. Her flesh was very warm as I pushed my index finger under the top of the material and rolled her nipple under it then, drawing back my nail, I scraped over the small budding flesh. Another sweet sigh came to my ears.
I thought one more experience, before going up stairs, so my hand left her breast and moved slowly up to her throat and then, with a strong push, I sent her to thud against the wall and tightened my grip.
In the darkness I saw her eyes open wide as she saw my hooded face for the first time, “Sensations,” I said, “it can be all about sensations.”
“Upstairs, time to show you what the book could not.”
I released her and let her lead the way upstairs and into my playroom, the light was on dimmer so added a little dungeony atmosphere. I touched her shoulder to stop her then walked further into the room and sat on a chair facing her.
“Take off your coat.” I said.
I suppose it might be entertaining, and pleasing, to give a short deion of the girl at this point.
As I mentioned she fell perfectly into what I consider appealing, 5ft 7inchs tall, give or take an inch, a size 8 (I know such things as I sell corsets too) with breasts that fit nicely into my hand. Her hair, this evening, was shoulder length, straight and black with, something like burgundy hints. Her face was perfect, as only teenager’s skin can be, without wrinkles or lines and wearing black eyeliner and dark red lipstick.
As she took off her coat, which was a deep purple, I saw she was wearing a red shirt with full sleeves, a soft cotton skirt of a darker red that came to mid thigh, black fishnets and black, ankle boots, maybe, the same as on the first occasion I saw her.
“Hold-up’s or stockings? I asked, “show, don’t tell”
“You really don’t like small talk.” She said and lifted the hem of her skirt to show the lacy elasticated top of hold-ups.
“In case you do not know what these things are,” I waved my left hand to indicate my play furniture, “That is a St. Andrew’s Cross, a simple why to hold you safely, and securely, when being flogged; many like it this way, Dom and sub.
That is a spanking bench, you can lean against it or kneel on the lower cushion, also a nice height to fuck on. I have a pony, which is easier to show you it use than explain; maybe if you visit again I will let you ride it. And on the wall behind you there are many securing points if the cross is not wanted.”
“Come and kneel between my legs.” I said unzipping my coat and opening my knees.
She did not move and looked a little uneasy, “Be a good girl and come here so I can put some cuffs on your wrists. Now she came forward and knelt down, sitting on her heels and placed her right hand on my thigh.
“A little show of defiance?” I asked and not waiting for an answer I put on a leather restraint. “These were the first things I ever made when I came to the Life.” She watched me intently with a small smile as I fastened the strap then, when it was done, she gave me her left hand for the other restraint.
“Close your eyes.” I said and once they were shut I said, “Open your legs and put your hands behind your back.” Her skirt rose up and I could see pale skin above the fishnets as she obeyed. I reached down and gently pulled my nails along her inner thigh and then sat back to look at her.
“In a few moments I will use some of my toys on you, I will begin with a soft toy and use it gently but then I will change it and use another type of toy and change again and each change will mean more sensation until it brings pain and maybe ecstasy”
I picked up a blindfold and told her to open her eyes and come closer. Once it covered her pretty blue eyes I told her to give me her hand and to stand up.
“Take off your skirt and give it to me.” She pulled down the zip at her hip and climbed out of the skirt. She wore a thin red g-string which was mostly lace and very seethough.
“Give me your right hand.” She did and I placed it on my left shoulder, “Now give me your right foot so I can add an ankle cuff. “Now your left.” Once the other restraint was on I ran my hand along the underside of her leg, over her hold-ups, across skin and gently touched the g-string with my finger tips. I lifted her foot off my knee and, standing up, led her back to my flogging wall.
“As this is your first time I will let you keep your arms down by your side, I will still tie them as don’t want you covering yourself, but it is a little more comfortable this way. First though I need to do this.” I unbuttoned her shirt and took it off her compliant body. Her bra matched her g-string, cut low letting half a nipple show above both cups. I lifted out her left breast and sucked hard on her nipple pinching it between thumb and forefinger as I let it fall from my mouth, forcing a gasp of pain, or pleasure, from her lips.
I tied red rope to her left wrist restraint securing her hand about 6 inched from her side then did the same with her right wrist, then, before continuing and because she could no longer see me, I removed my hood and coat. I knelt in front of her and kissed her navel before tying a rope to her left ankle restraint and then her right, forcing her legs almost three feet apart
I sat back on my boot heels and looked at her, chest rising and falling quickly as she breathed in short, shallow breaths, one nipple, very pink, hard rested over the top of red material and moving down to more red material, wet and slick as her body, and mind, responded to stimuli physical and mental.
“This is a suede flogger.” I said beginning to gentle swing it in a figure of eight so that its movement caused a breeze that caressed her skin; goosebumps appeared over her arms.
I took half a step closer and the 18 tails brushed against flesh creating delicate slapping sounds. Downwards over left breast then right breast, from shoulder to nipple then, with a slight change of action, from hip to navel, left then right with not too much force, letting the suede tails move across skin once or twice a second.
I took another half step increasing the speed of my swing and the impact now made a very nice sharp sound. An added bonus, for me anyway, was that her hidden nipple had been forced out by the flogging action and the tails hit each pink morsel on each pass of the flogger.
Her skin was turning pink so I stopped and, discarding my flogger, ran my hands over her gently, creating marks with my nails and feeling the warmth I had created.
I have a very sharp dagger, broad of blade and 12 inches long in my playroom, I unsheathed it and laid the cold blade on her left breast, a nice intake of breath was my reward. I moved the edge across her breasts and under the right strap of her bra. A quick upwards pull and the strap split in two, a reverse journey, with a little more pressure this time, ended in another strap cut through. I reached behind her to unclipped the strap and her head came forward to rest against my neck and I felt a gentle kiss alight there. The clip opened (yes I can do this one handed) and felt the bra fall to the floor.
“More.” Was the single word she breathed against my neck. “Obviously, little one.” My reply.
3 fingers of my right hand moved up quickly to slap the red material of her g-string, ‘very wet indeed’ I thought as I stepped back and reached for my red and black 36tail flogger.
Now, as the multi tails hit, her muscles twitched and small panted sighs came from her lips. Heavy, thudding hits moved a breast with each contact and made a wonderful sound as they hit her flat stomach, only a couple minutes of this and her skin was red and she was dancing on her toes with each hit
I stopped and dropped the flogger into my play bag and stood still simply looking at her, I had a strong, and strange, urge to untie her and carry her to my bedroom and gently make love to her for she looked so innocent and young tied against my wall. I had an overwhelming desire to ‘comfort, no wrong word, worship her was much closer to the mark.
Her head tilted to the left, as though listening for me, and then said, “Demon: Sir? Is everything alright?”
A slow smile returned to my lips and, stepping forward, slapped down hard on her left breast stinging the fingers of my hand. She cried out in pain and, no doubt, shock and her blind eyes looked down to her hurting flesh as her hand tried to reach up to ease the sensation
"All is just as it should be.” I said, “One more toy and then you can turn around for a time.”
I have two toys I call ‘little and big sister’, little sis is a whip flogger with a jointed tail section joining 8 shortish leather tails to the main body of the whip, very flicky and stingy; perfect for nipples and caressing g-strings with touches of fire.
Following the heavy beat from the music, heard and felt from downstairs, I flicked the tails at her legs, aiming just above her knees and, with a strong wrist action, moved the tails slowly upwards, hitting one leg then the other. I was tempted to aim at that small piece of red material but did not want to risk her stopping the play. I, therefore, moved outwards as I got higher and then continued moving towards her navel and up over her breasts. I was rewarded with many twitches, sighs and seeing her hands clenching and unclenching.
I pushed this play as much as I dared, as I love the way this toy touches nipples with fiery kisses, so I watching her face and body intently, looking for the moment when her strength, courage, tolerance or, god forbid, boredom got the better of her.
She was shaking her head from side to side, facing the heavens her mouth open sucking in air as though drowning, so I slowed my swings and eased off the pressure until finally I stopped.
Throwing the toy in to my bag I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, after a moment I raked my nails down her back – sensation upon sensation without time to recover or relax into a lessened state of awareness
“If you do not want this just says no, other things can still continue.” I said and slipped 2 fingers under her g-string and into her wet, warm cunt.
She almost screamed as she thrust her hips forward on to my hand so, smiling (being a sadist makes me smile a great deal), I thrust my fingers into her letting my palm thud into her clit.
I am a Dom, a sadist and I love to inflict pain but I do not like receiving it, so I had an entertaining decision to make for, as my fingers continued to make her body shake and quiver, her mouth found my shoulder and her teeth found my flesh and she bit me as the orgasm, I knew was coming, racked her body.
I added a finger and speed and as her groaning breaths moved against my skin I almost forgot my tortured flesh until she cried out, releasing her hold on me. As her body danced in uncontrolled spasms while waves of orgasm rippled through her the pain in my shoulder doubled up giving me an incentive to reinforce the speed and strength of my fingers lifting her onto her very toes.
“Oh god, stop please stop, for fuck sake stop, god oh god oh god.” Such sweet words tripped continually from her gasping mouth, and like the good Dom I am, I continued,
She had arched her back, a beautiful human sculpture curving from toe tip to crown of head resting on the wall with nipples pointing to the sky, I bent down and bit into her left nipple, teeth clamping hard, head pulling back and lips clamped to allow me to suck hard and long.
I felt a sudden explosion of hot wetness on my hand and she screamed in one long wild cry, second after second her scream continued as my fingers and teeth did their work, “Demon, Lord, Sir, please, please stop.” she begged as the scream finally died
I stopped my fingers movement but left them buried inside her, releasing her nipple I supported her weight with my left arm as she straightened up to rest against the wall behind her. My fingers rolled over each other in the warmth of her cunt as I slowly withdrew them.
“Open your mouth”, I said, “You have made a mess on my hand.” This she did and as I placed my fingers close to her lips her tongue came out and eagerly licked them clean of her unexpected reaction. “Good girl.” I said as I watched her clean my hand.
“A slight rest, little one, then we will continue with more toys if you still wish it.” I watched her face hoping she would not want to stop. She said nothing as her breathing slowed. I asked, “Would you like some cold water?” With a slight nod of her head I said, “Stay still while I am gone, it will be only seconds but continue to rest against the wall your legs may not want to obey you if asked to do more than stand still.”
On impulse I gentle kissed her lips, tasting her cunt on them, before leaving to run cold water into a glass, returning I let her sip for a few moments until the glass was almost empty.
I placed my right hand, cold from holding the glass, against her cheek and let it travel over her skin to her shoulder then down her arm to reach the restraint. As I untied the rope I said, “I am not trying to break you, little one, I am not trying to release your hidden goddess or any other such sad drivel, I seek only to let you know yourself, your limits, your desires and allow you the freedom to enjoy and act on them.”
With the last rope untied and kneeling in front of her – I am worshipping again I thought to myself - I ran my hands up her legs and under the thin straps of her g-string and then slowly pulled them down her legs until she obediently lifted her right foot, then her left, to allow me to remove them.
I thought for a second or two, artistic considerations my only concern (sometimes my mind takes little detours) and then, making a decision, I removed her boots, ankle restraints then hold ups making sure my hands travelled slowly down her legs as I did so.
Naked, the first time is always so uniquely special, it is a shame how familiarity can diminish the beautiful sometimes - much too deep – maybe tis the fault of Metallica’s ‘Nothing Else Matters’ which is now playing.
No tattoos, no body piercings, (maybe I can add a piece of jewellery so she will never forget me) a tiny scar above her right knee, cunt, now swollen and pink, clean shaven, her skin red with a few subtle marks remaining from the flogging. Worshipping indeed, it is a good thing she wears a blindfold.
I stand and, taking her hand, pull her away from the wall, “Time to turn around,” I say, “Wait”
I leaned a 10 foot piece of wood, 10 inches wide by 2inches thick, against the flogging wall where she had been standing and then placed her hand on it, “Lean on this, it will hold your weight do not worry. It is best if you rest your head on your hands as this get your arms away from the flogger’s tails”
I caressed her back with my nails, leaving swirlling marks in her skin, “I have 2 toys like the ones you have felt, then others that are more severe, twin tailed straps in leather and rubber and then whips and for your arse I have paddles and a horse crop. You may be surprised how much you will like your back being flogged but I would hate for your front to feel left out”
Resting my weight against the full length of her body, crushing her against the hard wood, I reached around to attach a butterfly clamp to her right nipple and she cried out a little, which was pleasing, as it bit. I attached the other to her left nipple and said, “There is a chain between them, do not pull away from the wood or you will not enjoy the result.”
‘Big Sister’ is a flogger with 12 plaited, leather tails about 36inch in total length, I stood behind her and, again using the typical figure 8 action, began to touch her skin, very gently to start and at a slow speed too.
Building up speed and strength over a couple of minutes she began to make sweet music of sighs and little cries, the tails hit with delicious sharp sounds of their own as I began to punctuate the pattern of swings by sending much stronger whip like flicks at her arse, which, soon made her tense her muscles in anticipation of the next strike.I laid this toy down and picked up my purple and black Cougar (a longer 12 tail leather cat with 4in leather thongs at each tail end). I began again using this new toy in the same place and in the same pattern but then moved to my left, continuing to hit as I moved.
Once I stood level with her shoulder and about a stride from her I changed the way I used the Cougar. I now brought it down in single strokes, striking from shoulder blade to shoulder blade and moving down her back to her arse using much more strength especially when connecting, horizontally, on her reddening arse cheeks.
I could see her face as I stuck, and with each hit her teeth bit into her bottom lip. I said, continuing to hit, “Your choice, 12 hard strokes to upper back or arse?” she did not reply for a couple of seconds so I added, “And then I will take the clamps of your nipples.”
“Bum” she replied so I hit her hard on her shoulders and said “Bum, what”
“Bum, Sir” she said quickly after a gasp
“I was expecting a ‘please’, but Sir will do.” And then added, “count them as I hit in case I forgot how many and have to start again.”
She did as was told and by the time she got to 12 her voice was shaking as the strikes had gotten harder, “Good girl,“ I said and throwing the Cougar onto my bag I rubbed her back running hands over slight welts in her skin. Standing behind her I kneeded her arse for half a minute to ease the sting and then moved to kneel by her head.
“A new sensation now, what fun this will be.” I could see her face react as she tried to work out what I meant, “Your sweet, poor, tortured nipple hurt when the clamp went on but now is almost bearable. But when I take it off, new blood with rush back in, nerves will awaken and you will have an experience to file away and fear for the next time. Rubbing it will greatly ease the pain but do not rub it until I say you can.”
I held the clamp and because I am a sadist I twisted it first with a gentle tug, she squealed loudly, “Sorry little one, I just wanted to make sure you remember my words.” I pushed and the clamp opens, her nipple sticking to it for a second before coming free.
Her mouth opened and she sucked air in in gasps as the pain returned to her pink flesh, it was still flattened from the clamp’s pressure and I waited for a count of 5 then said, “You may rub it now.”
Quickly her right hand reached under her and he caressed her breast and nipple, a most rewarding sight. I let this go on for a short time still holding the removed clamp.
“Now then, time to repeat this joy. You get a choice.” I released my hold on the removed clamp and it swung down freely to tug gently on her other nipple, another squeal; being a sadist is fun indeed.
“You can give me a reward, for all my kind attention, and rub your nipple straight away or you must count 60 seconds before I let you rub after it comes off.”
In a most sweet and quiet voice she asked, “What reward, Sir?”
I stood and stepped slightly forward so my leather trousers just touched her upper arm.
”You can open your mouth.”
“I don’t think I can count to 60, Sir, so the reward is wiser.” I noticed she was smiling and as I pulled down my zip I said, “I must be doing something wrong if you are still smiling. Open.”
I slipped my prick into her hot mouth and, leaning over her, put my left hand between her shoulder blades ready to release the remaining clamp. I closed my eyes as her head began to move and I felt her suck and bite on my, most entertained, cock. “Let me know when you want the clamp off and I will quickly remove it for you to ease the pain”.
Her left hand had found its way between my legs and was holding my left thigh, gently pulling me towards her in time with her head movements. Her right hand she lifted and laid, palm up, on her back, I thought, so I had easy access to the remaining clamp.
After a very pleasing minute or two she took her mouth off me and said ‘now’ and returned to my ‘reward’. Reaching over I pressed in the clamp and pulled it off dropping them to the floor. I heard, and felt on my prick, her squeal as she sucked harder on me taking my prick to the back of her throat, her left hand pulling me in and holding me there though her right hand did not leave her back.
Her squeal became a mauling sound as her body began to shiver and only after about 30 seconds did her right hand finally move and I saw her massaging her right breast. I may be a Dom and a sadist but this sight, with this ‘attention, was too much (I am a male after all) so I pulled myself from her mouth and looked at the ceiling for a few seconds. This only just did its purpose as once my prick was out of her mouth the sounds she then made, as her orgasm came and diminished, could have deflowered a priest.
Fighting an almost overpowering desire to put my prick back in to her, anywhere in her, I finally put it back in my trousers and pulled up my zip – will power, such a pain in the arse at times.
I went to my bag and found my leg spreader, a 10mm bar of mild steel I had fashioned a few years before in the heat of a furnace - not unlike the forging of a new submissive I thought to myself. I found myself kneeling at her feet again as I replaced her ankle restraints and then secured these to the spreader bar, forcing her legs 30 inches apart. I made the mistake of looking up, and the sight of her open and inviting cunt almost made me change my mind about where I had put my prick.
There is a metal securing bolt at the top of the plank of wood so moving to stand by her head I took her hands and tied them to it so she was stretched along the wood’s length.
“The toys from now on will be much more intense?” I said. “I will use each for a minute or so but with each change they will get a little harsher. You already have pretty marks on your skin but these toys will leave better ones that will last for a few days, shall I begin?”
“Yes, My Demon.” she whispered and I saw her grip the ropes that tied her hands.
I take a red and black leather flog with twin, 8 inch, tails and began it strike her back, moving around her, watching her muscles twitch as the stinging leather hit, from neck to arse, leaving growing welts on her skin.
I hit with a constant strength as I moved from her left side to her right and back again until I was back at my starting position where I took a step closer to her and, reaching, sent the tails around her ribs to contact with her softly hanging breast. Her back arched and she screamed in a short feral explosion.
I dropped the flogger and, as she clenched her teeth, grabbed the hurt breast and squeezed it in my fist, “If you are expecting one thing the unexpected is so much better.” I said changing my hold on her flesh and rolling the nipple between thumb and finger.
I saw a tear appear under her blindfold so asked, “Do I continue, you remember the word to end this?”
I could see her think and then she said, “I remember but I don’t know, I think, I think I want to say stop.”
“ok, I will continue with a different sensation, use the word when you know you are sure about ending things.”
I untied her hands, along with one end of the spreader bar then said, helping her stand up, “I just need you to turn around and lay back on the wood.”
She was a little shaky as she stood so putting my arm around her I held her tight. As I did this her head lifted up so I kissed her and was pleasantly surprised as her tongue forced its way into my mouth. The kiss continued and my hand found its way between her legs and a single finger entered her gently slipping in and out as she lifted her left leg to give me easier excess.
“Enough.” I said removing my finger and mouth from her body, I helped her back onto the sloping wood and again tied her hands high above her head, to the securing bolt, I then secured the spreader bar between the ankle restraints under the wood. The bar has a loop at midpoint and to this I tied a length of rope, the other end I tied to the flogging wall, pulling her feet back under her arse and lifting her cunt high as her hips where pulled wide due to the width of the plank.
I sat on the chair I had used earlier and took off my boots and then trousers. I found a condom and with a little concentration, put it on then selected a horse crop, which had two short leather tails about 2 inches long, and moved to stand at the foot of the wood plank.
With small, sharp movements of my wrist I sent the tails across her nipples, first one then the other, hitting 10 or 12 times in a staccato rhythm then changing the target to hit once between her legs, on soft pink lips which stood, unexpectantly, open. I repeated this 3 or 4 times until I judged I had risked enough and she had had enough.
I moved to stand by her side and, while I stroked her body from nipple to inner thigh, I whispered in her ear, “Some do not think fucking is part of BDSM so I shall ask if you wished to be fucked before I do it as part of this experience.”
“Yes, Sir,” She said with a small smile. “or, Yes Please if you prefer.”
I untied her hands and she let her arms hang down at her side as I lifted my right leg over the plank so my prick was an inch or two from her and said, “Do not be cheeky, little one, you are still tied and just because I will be fucking you does not mean it will be the only sensation you will have
I inched forward and, pushing down on the end of my prick I slowly move inside her and like a good girl she pushed herself deeper onto me. I stood still, prick buried in warmth, and using the crop’s leather tails drew sensual trails across her skin from nipple to nipple to navel to clit and back again. Within a minute she raised her hands and held them again my hips as she began to move on my prick, drawing herself off and then pushing down to rub her clit against my groin as I stood immobile, her breathing began to get faster and, as her nails began to dig in, I saw the growing need she had for me to move inside her. Realising the moment had arrived I rested the crop across her belly and, putting a hand on each of her breasts, leaned down to kiss her ear.
My full weight was pressing down on her, crushing nipples against ribs through the flesh of her breasts. I thrust into her, my movement, adding more pressure and pain, caused her to groan loudly, “I will fuck you for as long as you stand the pain.” I whispered and, pushing myself up on to straight arms, continued to fuck her going as deep and fast as her mirrowing movements allowed.
My breathing was becoming fast as she placed her hands over mine and I saw her dig her nails deep into the soft flesh of her breasts between my fingers, ‘that is unexpected’ I thought to myself and took my left hand away to see what she would do.
Her hands squeezed and twisted her flesh, raking her nails across her erect nipple leaving lines as red as those I had given from my flogging.
“Harder.” A single word, she said, between gasping breathes as she reached for my left hand.
Making my hands into fists I pressed my knuckles into her breasts as her hands returned to my hips.
I fucked and forced my weight onto her as a building pain built in my hips under her hands, looking down I saw a bright red drop of blood on my skin, red lines, from this dear girl’s nails, mirroring her own marks; a small price to pay
I did not think I would be able to make her cum, or decide to stop this pain, before I came but suddenly her head thrashed from side to side and the raking of my skin stopped. She made no sound, did not breathe as her fingers spread wide and muscles moved in slow waves under the tight skin of her stomach.
I came a second later and, fighting the mix of pain and pleasure in the tip of my prick, continued to thrust into her until her movements calmed down.
A second’s pause, heart pounding, breathing trying to fill my lungs, vision clearing from an unnoticed unfocused gaze, I stand and let my prick die a little inside her.
I grasped the wood plank on either side of her neck and, leaning down, kiss her lightly on the lips. I gently removed the blindfold and threw it onto the floor.
Her eyes remain closed as I pushed myself up to stand looking down at her – fuck she was beautiful.
Her eyes opened slightly, they shine, a small smile comes to her lips and letting her arms fall to her side she closes her eyes again as the smile grows bigger.
Sadly, oh so very sadly, I pull myself out of her and stepping over the wooden plank sit down on the chair because my legs are shaking in a most entertaining fashion.
We stayed like that for about 5 minutes, her smiles, fading then bursting out bigger than before as the minutes pass.
I pulled on my trousers, discarding the condom into a bin, but remained barefooted as I moved to her shackled feet. I knelt down - I seemed to always be on my knees in front of her – and unbuckled the nearest restraint. Reaching under the plank I finally managed to unbuckle the other and, as if by magic, found myself within reach of her glistening cunt.
Like the nice Dom I am I lowered my head and, after one long, slow lick, bit gently into her soft pick lips, she tasted sweet, naturally and with a hint of strawberry from my used condom.
After a few seconds I stood going to her side to help her stand but as I got close she reached out and put the fingers of her left hand in to my unzipped trousers. I stopped and she pulled out my prick and, with a gentle tug, she led me back to her mouth, slow and gentle this time she held me with soft licks and sucks.
With eyes closed, her right hand moved slowly to go between her legs, with slow strokes, she put two fingers inside her.
I am old, but luckily not that old, for as I watched and felt her actions my prick came back to life. I took in what she was doing and let myself react as my body wished with no attempt at self control.
With a full prick in her mouth her fingers moved faster and, again, erotic moans began to come from her mouth vibrating on my shaft.
“I am going to cum.” I said giving her time to withdraw her mouth, if she wished, but she sucked as before and her fingers gained speed and strength adding wet sounds to my already stimulated senses.
I had to grab, with equal strength and need, the plank for balance and her hair to pull her on to me as I came in four strong spasms. She sucked, swallowed and bit as I came and I could not stop a cry cascade from my lips which went, something like, ”fffuuucckkkking jeeeeeeesus fucking Christ” as I tried to pierce the back of her skull with my softening prick.
As I died again, this time in her mouth, she gently sucked and licked until after a minute or so she took her mouth away, looked up at me and said with a smile, “Hello, Demon, my name’s Amy.”
The End - i think? I like that former submissives know they can depend on me when they really need me.
Today may have gone a bit far.
~phone rings~
"Hey, what's up?"
"SWAT wanted me to call you."
"SWAT?"
"Yeah. My son is off his meds and holding me hostage. SWAT got called."
He was in no place to follow SWAT directions. She was too upset that they were going to shoot him. They were upset that she was too upset to follow directions and help them deescalate it. So they asked her to call someone she felt safe talking to.
And so now I can add Hostage Negotiator to my list of experiences. 2 days until we meet.
and im nervous,excited,scared and kinda freaking out a lil bit.
by the end of our time together i could be collared or not.
this is it..a big step forward.
i know it will bring postive changes to my life and the discussion we just had was positive and touched my heart a lil bit.
soo nervous though. It's a Tuesday evening in the middle of Dark Mofo, Hobart's art festival of sex and death.
I'm at an impossibly hip bistro for dinner. It's tiny and beautiful and the service is faultless, though the food is not as good as they think it is. The table barely fits me and my toy, wedged between a coat rack and the bar.
The waitress is young and curly-haired with a septum ring and Blundstones. Her forearms are covered in fine golden hair a shade lighter than her skin. I wonder if her armpit hair is the same beautiful shade, and suddenly I see it in damp ringlets, see her on her back, arms stretched above her head, naked, lying next to me...
"Can I get you a drink to start?"
My toy is not permitted to speak.
"I'll have a Camapari and soda, and have you got a rosé or an interesting white for him?" I nod my head in my toy's direction.
"You know I have something very interesting open tonight that might fit the bill" she says, reaching for a bottle on the bar behind my toy.
"Let me give you a taste of this. It is an orange wine from WA." She pours a generous mouthful into the glass in front of my toy. I wave away her offer to pour a taste into my glass, and pick up the glass in front of my toy.
The wine is a deep, sunset orange.
"What an extraordinary colour." I swirl the wine in the glass and bring it to my nose to smell.
The waitress begins to explain the maceration process used by the wine maker. I lift the glass to my lips and tip the generous tasting pour into my mouth, my eyes on her. She explains how the winemaker uses Gewurtztraminer and Shiraz grapes separately fermented on skins, and then mixed. I nod, suck air through my teeth to aerate the wine and swish it around my mouth.
I drop my eyes to My toy. His head is bowed, enough to show defence but not enough to draw attention. He's watching me, alert, intent.
I spit the wine back into the glass neatly and place it on the table. My toy flinches as if he's been pinched, then his cheeks flush the same colour as the wine. The waitress is silent, I feel her eyes on me. The wine swirls, cloudy, bubbly with salivary protein. I exhale with satisfaction and look up at her.
"That is delicious, excellent suggestion. He'll love it." I slide the glass towards to her. She hesitates for a moment, then pours a full pour into the glass. She looks at my toy and smiles, then turns her head to me.
I'll fix the typo at a later date!!!!! One of the strongest gifts a person can offer is the conscious choice to submit to something greater than themselves.
Not out of weakness.Not out of confusion.But from awareness.
Because true submission ,real submission is not about losing yourself. It’s about understanding yourself deeply enough to know where your energy is best placed, where your strength becomes most effective, and where your purpose begins to take shape.
There is power in releasing control when it’s done with intention.
And there is even greater power in recognizing a woman who is capable of holding that control properly.
A true matriarch is not simply someone who is obeyed.
She is someone who builds.Who diraspects.Who refines what is placed in her hands.
She understands that what is given to her is not just devotion it is responsibility.
And in that exchange, something rare happens.
Distraction falls away.Noise disappears.What no longer aligns begins to dissolve.
What remains is clarity.
Clarity of role.Clarity of purpose.Clarity of connection.
That is where something real begins.
Not fantasy. Not performance.
But something structured, intentional… and lasting.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen I'm back and in Florida. I'm thinking about putting together a dungeon for private lessons and play. Met another fake. This time she or he, was busy telling me how she wanted to be bound and spanked, needed to experience this right away yet had no experience. I asked specific questions to establish a baseline and sug we talk or video chat. And yes, her phone was broken so she could only text. Does anyone actually fall for this line? I am a firm supporter of vetting, both ways and will not exchange methods with anyone who I have not met in person and that won't happen until after a few voice verification calls and follow up video chats. Master's WritingsSadomasochistic Play and the Importance of ConnectionIt is too easy when participating in Sadomasochistic play of any kind, be it impact, pain play or any other of the associated fetishes, for the experience to become emotionally and even physically disconnected between partners - the Sadist becoming consumed by their connection to their tool (whip, cane, etc), the precision of their strikes, the technique used, and the masochist becoming lost in the enormity of the sensation, the loss of physical control as the pain increases and the anticipation of the next strike. As both become lost in their own world within the scene, it is easy to experience a loss of connection between them as the scene progresses.I find that maintaining or even working to build greater connection during such play is one of the most important things I can do as a Sadist and a Dominant. For me as a Sadist, who is also a Dominant and a Daddy, I find that there exists a uniquely rich opportunity to be a caring and connected Sadist, through physical contact, the use of voice and deliberate and careful observation that goes beyond the safety aspaspects during a scene are very important in changing a sadomasochistic scene from something done to the masochist to a shared experience that binds rather than separates.In all my play, regardless of the fetish, I seek to create experiences that enrich, nourish and build relationship. While not every scene or situation can accomplish these every time, they remain a goal I strive for whenever possible. Oh, come come now ...
What is there to be believed from or of You?
What is there to be believed of me?
If for nothing else it is a matter of whether worth what is most valued.
One thing I tend to cut very, very short is the amount of time I will spend considering anything that comes out of a mouth that has already lied to me. I do not waste on wondering.
Ah, but, what's in a name?
My time. Whachugot? LOL
Nuttin Norton, ya got nuttin
The local I tell nothing has some sort of a clue. I wonder where he got the notion to thank me for my time. I do not share my kinkies with the locals, hmmmm? The thing that he loved about her was not that her heart had no scars,
but that she had turned them into something beautiful and fierce
and she wore them like tattoos on her palms,
telling a story too untamed to be spoken.
-Ariana I spent the better part of Friday evening in tight breast bondage. Goddess Tabitha started at the chest wall of each of my breasts and wound the thin rope round and round until each breast felt like it was being crushed.She then had me stand on a stack of books and she took an additional rope and wound it around both breasts then tossed the free end of the rope over the rafter in the living room and tied it off. With a simple slap on my bottom I stepped of the books to hang by my breasts, my toes about six inches off the floor.It was such an awkaward feeling. It felt like each breast was going to explode, it felt like they were going to be ripped from my chest, it felt like I was going to fallover backward all at the same time.She then took a lit candle and ran it around my backside. Bursts of pain and heat here and there making my body jerk adding to the pain in my breasts with each flinch.It didn't last long as my breasts actually started turning very dark, it was heaven and hell all at once. I was so very close to orgasm as she let me downAfter I was untied I had to crawl between her legs to service her needs in gratitude for my training session. I whimpered, begged with my eyes and twerked my hips to tell her how desperally I needed release. She just kissed me and said "not tonight pet, maybe tomorrow"We went to bed and cuddeled until we ferll asleep.I am such a lucky girl :) I recently made a fabulous email connection with someone. We met in person and even had a negotiation date, all the while exchanging intimate, connecting emails at least daily. We met for a play date and somehow didn't connect. It's weeks later and I have been essentially ghosted after one apologetic I don't know where we stand email.
It amazes me that someone who spent so much time emailing me and connecting with me thinks so little of me that she can't be honest and say this isn't going to work.
The only thing worse than being ghosted is being ghosted by someone who said I will never ghost you. Hmm.. been nearly a year, still not much luck finding the keyholder of my dreams.
I did try a new cage recently, but getting it on was tough and ended up giving me an edema immediately, so removed it. I will have to try it again at some point. This particular cage has two locks, one to keep the ring and part of the penis piece on, the 2nd to lock a "cap" in place. The idea is a domme can remove the cap when she wants to just tease or torture a bit. Would be fun to make work, but alas I think the overall design is simply flawed. Thought it was time to add something to my journal. I seen someone had posted on here that they had taken a quiz, so I followed the link and took it also. I think it is cute and fairly accurate. You Scored as SubmissiveSubmissive 89%Experimental 82%Masochist 79%Exhibitionist / Voyeur 68%Bondage 64%Degradation 20%Dominant 21%Vanilla 14% If you do not live in the US, you are not local.
If you do not live in Texas, you are not local.
If it takes you more than 4 hours of driving in normal traffic to get to my door, you are not local.
Much as I love exchanging emails and getting to know you, if you are not local you are not a potential service oriented submissive.
I will not play games of what it would be like if you were here. I will not provide fap fodder. I am not looking to spin an elaborate fantasy of what might have been, if only.
I am looking for a local service oriented submissive and play partner.
Respect that.
E 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. Survey Says?
What is your favorite thing to spank with and why?
What is the most common thing you spank with and why?
What is the most unique thing you have spanked with and where did it come from and how did you end up using it to spank with?
What is the most common infraction you spank for?
How frequently do you find your sub requires the correction? (Spankings or otherwise.)
Send your answers and I will do another journal entry with the answers. 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.'"
Collaring
It's come to my attention that a lot of Dom's don't have any formal collaring ceremony and tend to awkwardly wing it. There's nothing wrong with that, we all started somewhere. I'm writing this for those Dom's who need a "Step 1" since you can't exactly go to chatgpt and ask for this. This comes after vetting, after ensuring compatibility and establishing limits.
Couple things to know about my dynamic before we go further.
First, every girl has their "enterance name". Something simple like little one or pretty girl, generic.
Then this is when they get both their collar and their slave name. In this case the girl is going from "pretty girl" to "princess".
I begin:
The room is dim, but there are a few candles lit, casting a glow.
The applicant (as I call the new girls) kneels next to Puppy, jewel of my harem, which is a mix between a den mother and a mother superior.
I slowly settle into my chair across the room from those two and look directly at the new girl who instinctively lowers her eyes, but lets out the slightest hint of a smile.
"Lower your forehead to the floor, and begin crawling towards me," I tell her before she slowly obeys.
I begin to recite as she crawls towards me and away from puppy:
"For as long as man has walked beside animals he has used collars for a simple reason: To mark his possessions. To control them via means of a leash or just holding the collar.
To show that they belong to someone.
A collar tells others that this one is not stray, or unclaimed.
A collar says something. Pride. Identity. Belonging.
But above all that? It shows you are owned."
I then reach down, and wrap the collar around her throat. she still hasn't looked up, her forehead still pressed to the floor. I gently lift her chin and smile, and look into her eyes.
"Hello, pretty girl. My name is Master, and yours is Princess"
Usually there's a soft "hi" and a smile.
What you do after this is completely up to you, but I usually turn my personality all the way back on and say something akin to "OK get your ass over here" and wrap her up in a bear hug.
Couple notes:
I paced myself, matching my cadence to her speed and being careful to finish as she approached. If need be take a moment to tell her to slow down or speed up. Do so with swiftness and command. Something like
"I'm sure your more eager to receive your collar than that. you can move a little faster." or
"This isnt a race, you will slow down, breathe."
I maintain a strict "sir" only name until this point. I am a random dom, therefore I am sir. Its only after she's collared that its official and she can call me Master, Daddy, or whatever was decided upon. The name she was gonna call me was established long ago. I've got a whole post called "Whats in a name?".
Take this, modify it to your own needs, critique it, and enjoy.
Honor:
In days of old, when knights were bold,
Honor was their code, a story often told.
Chivalry and bravery, noble and true,
Their deeds inspired, in everything they'd do.
To uphold their word, to stand with pride,
Honor was their beacon, the light that could not hide.
In battles fierce and challenges grand,
Their honor shone bright throughout the land.
In modern times, the meaning still rings,
Honor is timeless, in all that it brings.
To act with integrity, to do what is right,
Honor is a virtue, a guiding light.
So let us strive, in all that we do,
To honor our word, and our values too.
For in honor lies strength and grace,
A timeless virtue, in every time and place And yet another lovely entry on another lovely day...
I never thought that a pretty blue dress could look so good… Watching the sweat bead up on your back, you become a slippery mess that requires extra sturdiness. With the hem of your pretty dress bunched up into my palms, I let the lubed glass piece that is strapped around my body slide into you. Gripping the fabric tighter, securing my stance due to the hold your walls have on my glass, I slip in so slowly I can feel the vibration of the whimpering. Letting one side of your dress fall, my fingers dig into the fold of your hip, guiding the glass in and out as slowly as ticks sound behind us. Every time the clock ticks, another inch finds it way deeper, until I’m buried in your hole. Then every time the clock ticks while the glass has vanished in you, an inch is taken away.
Listening to the pleads of being used, I watch you salivate with fire behind those dark hues. You’re fighting the need to slide back into me, knowing that it will result in a sexless rest of the week. The fight that you are having with yourself is enough distraction you’ve caused yourself. Releasing your skin, my fingers find that sweet spot of your lovely area - freshly hairless. Rubbing you into a slobberfest, the glass slides into you again, quicker this time. The time clicks away, my fingers that hold your oh so pretty dress grip your hair as well, turning your head sideways to watch me fuck you. I see the begging in your eyes, the unvoiced pleads of need for fireworks.
Just as I feel you squeeze my piece, damn near in place, my fingers find the front of you again, gently sending you over the edge with kisses down your spine. I hold you in place against me - stabilizing you until you’ve come down. The murmurs of how well you did for me, letting you squirm and twitch with your happy ending.
But should I keep going? Continuing to please you until you just don’t have it in you to continue? When I say I want local people to serve, I mean it. If you write to Me and don't meet My requirements, I do not OWE you a response. My profile clearly states what I want, and ANYTHING other than that goes in the trash can. I get stood up, and I do not expect a WHY. I get ghosted, and rather than be some stalker, I never write them again. It is easy to move on if YOU want to move on!
I've recently had the chance to think about TPE more, and I decided that there are ultimately four types, three of which I consider acceptable.
In order of intensity, there is first the type, which is simply pushing past where a sub/slave would normall safeword, but not pushing so far that the subconcious is actually forced to acknowledge that they are not in control. This is a stage where a slave is usually begging or angry.
The second is the type that I practice currently. Pushing past where people think their limit is, past the second limit where their subconscious gives and realizes that it can only endure, but not going past the last one. The one that makes the mind retreat and can cause trauma. I just brush up against it.
The third is when someone deliberately breaks through that last barrier, repeatedly doing so in order to shape the slave into what they desire, using that shaping to subsume other desires and wants, to change who they are at the core level. This is acceptable when a Master has the time, will, and facilities to manage fully breaking a slave, and a slave has agreed beforehand.
The last is just the territory of psychopaths, just breaking for the sake of breaking, to do as much damage as possible, and only for their own amusement. Whore needs to know what farmers look for and where they look for it that gets their attention.
Whore went to Rural King around 5p with no bra on and her udders were obviously loose under her shirt. She had to be careful because there were families there. How does she find pervert farmers in this area? Are they visiting Rural King, Tractor Supply, Home Depot, or what?
What can the whore do to get attention and encourage a farmer that is interested in hucow or any activity that is a little different?
Ok i have been trying to post this update on collarspace but it wont let me Update 11621The last 2years have sucked I am now a recent amputee right foot, have cancer but that is gonna be taken care of in the next few months. I am back to looking for someone who wants to spend time with me and see what happens
It has been a long time since I had sex, and with my diabetes I dont know if it is me tired of masturbating or ed but I could use a good cocksucker to find out is that you
Back after several years. First and foremost true happiness exists. I've been fortunate enough to meet someone that is perfect. I live for my spouse.
I came back here looking for a like minded kinky friend? My better half knows I'm here, and in-fact encouraged me to come back to Collarspace after I explained what it was. My wife is incredible, but she's the furthest thing from kinky unfortunately. She accepts that side of me, but doesn't participate in it.
Do you like to walk in the rain with your favorite rain coat, or to be tied up? Do you enjoy being gagged and/or wearing a mask?
I'm back looking for friends. Hopefully there are still a few genuine people here. Many years ago I met some really good hearted people here. I also met a lot of fakes.
Good luck in your search whatever it may be. Be patient, and never lose faith. FANTASY PLAYROOM
We are in the process of moving to a new home which has a 19 x 19 space we have designated as a fantasy playroom. The room is unfinished so there's much to be done, but we are already designing the layout and decor. Because we want the space to accommodate a wide range of BDSM and fetish activities, it will likely be a departure from the classic dungeon motif. The space will be sectioned off into 3 or 4 zones, each of which will be dedicated to a certain type of play. We have a special interest in medical play so phase 1 will be a simulated exam room. We already have a second hand medical exam table equipped with stirrups. We also have enema equipment, a stainless steel instrument tray, urethral sounds, TENS unit, vagina and anal specula and anatomy posters for atmosphere. More on the next phases as they unfold...
We have a roadmap to complete all phases of the project by the end of November. Once it is finished we will be eager to host. My view on men’s roles.
Men are fun. I love spending time with them. What’s even better is that the worse I treat them, the more they love me. It’s like the ultimate hack.
To me, men fall into two different utilitarian categories:
Almost Equals: like I said almost!!!!!men whom I fuck, often those in the top 10% of the universal cock size range. I do not date these men and simply meet them to have a good time. It is important to note that I do not submit to these men.
Inferiors: men whom I cuck, use as subs/slaves those in the bottom 90% of that same range. You are in my life for the purposes of being my cum rag, card, and emotional tampon. I stir something inside you and make you feel more alive, even in slavery.
Note how there is no superiors category. I do not believe that there is a man alive or dead who is superior to me. Women create life, men are that life, therefore man is product of woman. You cannot be superior to me because women make life. You know I speak the truth. I just made chocolate chip cookies topless. Here's what happened.
I'm on a health kick (the cookies aren't for me). The other night I made lentil bolognese and it called for red wine. Just a little. I'm not a wine drinker but I do cook with it. So, smidge of wine into the pot, cork the bottle. Google tells me I only have a few days to finish the bottle, but I can freeze the wine. Pull out a small ice cube tray, pour half the bottle in, stick it in the freezer. And I learned that wine takes a lot longer to freeze than water. I should have known this but I wasn't thinking. I pulled the tray out with the amount of force you would if it were ice. It wasn't ice. Wine all down the front of my shirt. Now, I'm already in the process of making cookies so what do I do? Whip off my shirt and rinse it under cold water to try to get the stain out. Do I go upstairs to get another shirt? Stay with me here, I know I'm topless. But no, I do not. I grab an apron and tie it on. These damn cookies better be delicious. 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. Listen, I do NOT think that My sub should have no limits, and I do NOT think My sub should be only invested in My pleasure and have nothing in the relationship be giving themself pleasure.
But, seriously, to approach a Dom, a real Dom, with a selfish list of what you want rather than have the very basis of what you want being submission as your own reward...well, that is just not D/s.
I can't believe this is back.
But for my first rent please do not enter my email telling me how vanilla I am and you don't know me. I may not be the kind of sub you're looking for and that's okay. I'm not going to tell you you're not a Dom just because you're not the kind of Dom that I'm looking for.
This lifestyle is unique and the fact that you can pick and choose what works for you. It is also refreshing because it's a no judgment zone. The minute you judge another person by your standards, you are not living the lifestyle. If that person isn't what you think they should be, walk away.
Any attempt to belittle them, degrade them or plan out bully them shows exactly that you have no business in this lifestyle. Ooh when did these come back?
Right, since we're here, I have no interest in locating to the States, or anywhere else really. We can save everyone's time by assuming if you want a live in slave it ain't me.
We'll also save lots of time if you note that I am a CIS female pansexual, I believe trans women are women and I'd rather you didn't use me to justify your prejudice, and IMHO the 11th doctor is the best (so far, high hopes for 14).
Oh and I very rarely delete messages so if you send a cut and paste you've sent before I will be able to tell, likewise if we've spoken and you're forgotten. i just miss him so much and all I want to do is make things right between us again. I know there's alwasy a reason behind everything he does, but I have thought of all that I think it could be this time. I've admitted my wrongs, sat with his words and mulled them over extensively, and examined my behavior over the last few weeks. I've given him space the last week aside from updating him on the necessary and important things he absolutely should know, and still, not a word in response. I'm at a loss as to how to resolve this without communication and for that, he has to be willing to respond, to talk. Many would say this is not right for him to do, and I only half agree. The fuck up was mine. Entirely. I just have no idea how to prove to him that I'm sorry and intend to work on improvements and growth. It also saddens me that he has not so much as seemed at all troubled by our lack of contact. Though, I don't know this for certain, but how do you go so long with no contact with your slave if you love them as much as you say you do, and want them just as much? I'm doubting a lot lately, and losing more and more hope as the days pass.
I won't give up, though. I am his, forever. Whether he considers me his anymore or not. I just wish he would tell me, either way. Even if he still needs more time, I just want to know I am still his if I am. And I want to know if I'm not, if I'm not.
I feel like I'm in limbo, a state of purgatory. Banished from even learning my fate. It's painful. It's agonizing. It feels cruel and confusing. And it doesn't feel particularly safe, though with him, as his, I feel perfectly safe. But in this space of frozen in time, hanging limp from fated thread, I am scared. Terrified that it may be over. I've broken so many times since we last spoke. And I'm still breaking. Every fracture piercing the deepest depths of me. The knowledge that I caused this for myself? Makes his last words to me sting all the more:
Enjoy the misery you bring on yourself. I want flowers.
I want to whip you.
I want to stroke your cheek and smile into your eyes.
I want respect and awe and understanding and love.
I want foot rubs and leg rubs and back rubs and anywhere rubs.
I want you to know when to reach out to touch and when to kneel and wait.
I want you to want me fiercely, desire me utterly.
I want kisses. Little ones, fast ones, fierce ones, thigh-clenching-good kisses.
I want you to touch me like you’re trying to memorize the texture and shape of me.
I want affection and cuddling.
I want you to drop your eyes when I demand and meet my eyes when we talk.
I want you to miss me terribly when we’re apart.
I want you to know what you mean to me, how I cherish you.
I want humor and debate and dialog.
I want you to kiss the side of my neck while your hands grip my hips, my back.
I want to see you crawl – just for me.
I want to look at you in that special way and see you breathe deeply with desire and anticipation of what you know is to come.
I want to fuck you, penetrate you, tease you, deny you, please you, torture you.
I want
You. I am looking for a slave one who's only desire is to make me happy and to make my life a little easier. Cooking cleaning running errands doing what I need in real life.clean my car do yard work. Build crafts with me or for me. It would not be about how much pain I give you. Or if you are used sexually or if I tie you up although I may do any of those things and more but when and how is up to me. I do not want to micromanage a slave that is a job to do so my slave is here to serve me not me keep tract if everything for it. I want a slave that can be integrated in to my life both lifestyle and vanilla. I want to have fun times. But keep in mind I can be demanding and moody. This is what I want. At this time I can not have a slave live with me but I need one to live near me. Even if they need to move near me. i need them to have their own source of income because I can not afford to take care of you. I do not live a glamorous life style but a real life I am not sophisticated I am a country girl at heart. I am not rich or even well off but like most people I make it day by day. Week by week. I am real and I am Dominant and controlling I like things my way. Here is an open thought.
I am not on this site to find love.
I have been loved, I have been engaged twice to the same man, that was a wild ride.
I am not the type to have kids, however I can see myself adopting the runt of a litter who has no hope and a limited future and share my survival skills to make the runt the front runner in life. I have always loved being the assumed underdog in life.
I am a working professional so I will expect a man I try to connect with to be the same.
I am not interested in a person's bank balance or assests, honestly none of my business.
I do expect a man who is in my company to not be a cheap skate and I have met a couple.
I am not expecting to be bought but I do expect if a man wants a BORN women who enjoys her feminity I should not have to spell out make an effort with flowers, make an effort with running the bath, make and effort with you see a pretty dress or skirt and think I know ONE women in my company who would look good in that.
I appreciate men contact me and offer they want to be one of my two men but when I ask you to unmask yourself and tell me who you are, I want to know I am not inviting an unkept, unwashed, unclean, diseased, unemployed dread of society into my world or my bed.
I don't think that is a hard ask.
If you want to see my face not an issue, I do WhatsApp and you can even video chat for all I care but if you make me jump hurdles I will make you jump the same bar.
C Yes, I have been on this site for a bit. I am looking for the slave that is best to meet My desires. I am looking for long term and live in, when it happens.
I do not expect instant match and move. I want any relocation to be permanent and good for both of Us.
I hope you have watched the show Big Bang Theory. Living with Me is similar to living with the Sheldon character. At least in the aspect of I get what I want from a slave living with Me. If that isn't you then we will not work well together.
I am open to one offs and play dates and such. So feel free to reach out for that also. I must clarify something, im not actively looking for a Master/Mistress. If a connection is made through talking and experiences, fine. But most importantly this is not my main goal so anyone is welcome. It can be only one message, a sentence, a task, seeing my cock, tell me what a beta loser should be allowed and/or denied to do, humiliate me etc....I expect nothing in return. Anything that comes up to your mind. Im here to serve, suffer (physically and mentally). Dont be shy, talk to me as you desire, no respect needed. Just please read my profile as there is things i wont do. Thank you. Ok so I don't know but I have this vision in my mind of me serving
a strong woman she has silver hair and loves and expects me to be at my best and in my
dreams I do
in them I begin my day at the foot of her bed awakening before her to be able to prepare for her
i wash and shower make her coffee begin her breakfast make sure everything is clean and straighten up
before she wakes up I draw a bath make her toast and kneel at the side of the bed and slowly kiss her feet and up her body this normally wakes up her happy and refreshed but today seems different she simply lays on her back and says I have to pee I'm not used to this but I'm prepared I grab a towel climb on the bed between her legs put the towel under me just in case and attach my mouth to her she releases herself very slowly allowing me to breathe and swallow it's quite sour being her first of the day but I know from experience that this is what she wants and my best course of action is to drink her clean her and allow her to go back to sleep
as I'm thinking this I notice the stream has stopped and she's pushing my head , she quietly says clean me
and I run an fetch a warm washcloth I wipe her and she rolls over and says I'm still tired and would like to sleep turn off the shower and coffee and go do the laundry be back here at 8am and wake me up by massaging and kissing my back I expect the laundry to be done and I would like oatmeal instead of toast now I have my task and an hour to complete them
this is normally when I wake up with a raging hardon and I gotta admit I always feel a little dirty like is there something wrong with me for wanting this type of relationship?
it's October and the submissve inside of me wants to be allowed out to play
i do a pretty good job at surp them have for a few years now
But can I tell you how bad I yearn to be slapped smacked and spit on
i really really love to be used and abused and honestly it's been too long Another Christmas 'alone'.
But you know what? i'm ok with that. It's become my new normal. i sincerely hope everyone out there who hasn't found the person they are looking for yet, the same contentment that i feel.
It's not that i don't want to find my Owner... i'm just not frantic and stressed out and beaten up over not having found Him yet. It'll make the time even more sweeter if i do.
Happy holidays to you all.. may you, and those you love all remain healthy this Christmas and into the new year. So, the play weekend came to a sudden hault. One of the other slaves in our BDSM group broke her ankle coming down the stairs to the basement/dungeon. Her Master had her ankles on a short hobble and what must have been four inch heels.
What was he thinking?
So there I am, stretched out on the brand new rack, covered in hot wax with hyperextended knees and shoulders that had gone numb and everyone forgets I am there. LOL
About 35 minutes later Goddess Tabitha comes back down stairs to see where I am. She was sure someone had turned me loose before they rushed off to help splint the ankel and get the other slave into the car.
Nothing like slave life for me LOL In the bustling aisles of the crowded store, a familiar presence halted her steps. There, amidst the sea of faces, she glimpsed him once more. He pulled a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, his eyes caught hers, and a smile appeared on his face. His eyes deepens like a predator on the prowl. Their life unfolded in fleeting scenes, in the intimate cocoon of their shared space, they found solace on the plush leather couch, bathed in the soft glow of dimmed lights. The air carried the delicate fragrance of roses and vanilla, an intoxicating blend that clung to her skin. As they nestled together, the subtle scent added a layer of warmth to the cozy atmosphere.
Her skin, soft as the gentle caress of a summer breeze, invited him closer. The curves of her form molded against the cushions, creating a haven of comfort. Long, brown, and curly, her hair cascaded with a wild and untamed beauty, echoing the free-spirited nature that danced within her.
His hand roamed around her body, exploring its entirety. His other hand held his favorite leash its leather warm and worn from his hand working the leather over the years of wear. He started letting the leash work through his hand pulling her head down slowly, further in to his lap.She turned her head to catch his eyes as she adjusted her body.“May I please?” Her sweet voice called to him like a sirens call, as his lip lifted in a half smile.“May you sir?” He said as he pulled on the leash making her head pull forward her nose pushing in to his cock.She looked up at him, “May I please suck your cock sir?” Her voice called up to hîm her hands running up his thighs.“Mmmm of course.” His voice growled.
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