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Where do pirates get their hooks? A second hand store.
Thank you for taking the time to read my profile. I’m looking for someone who naturally has a happy personality and only wants to make others around them happy also. She needs to be drug and tobacco free with only an occasional drink.
What do you call cheese that’s not yours? Nacho cheese.
I would like to find that type of feeling like when we were in high school and we have that super crush on each other. I do everything to avoid conflict. I don’t argue or fight, if you want a masochist I’m not for you. Trust and respectful communication are important. I am not a social bug so my friend circle is small. I have 2 kittens but love most pets. I’m not looking for perfection I’m looking for happiness and someone who has the suction of a shop vac. As I'm sitting here thoroughly enjoying Metallica Monday on WMMR, it occurs to me to mention something else about my thought process. (See, I told you it was all about me ) In the past, it was common to see "If you favorite me without messaging me first, I will block you" on profiles. Unfortunately, I'm not particularly quick off the cuff. I turn things over in my mind and rewrite several times before my fingers ever touch a keyboard. One of my solutions to that is to favorite a profile, then let my introduction simmer for a few days so that I can stand out from the inevitable avalanche. At least, standing out as more than another "On Ur KnEeS, bIcH" type is the idea. So that's that. By the way, wasn't The Inevitable Avalanche an obscure X-Men character from the 90's? I have come to hate this site. It's worthless, no one is real, and people thrive on their facade. I'm done wasting my time on this fantasy BS. I am giving up everything. No more being little. No more submitting. No more aching for something that doesn't exist. This is has been the biggest waste of the last 20 years and I hate myself for it. What do I have to show for it? PTSD from abuse and isolation from a pathetic excuse of human who advertised himsef as a Daddy/Dom on FL...ummm Loads of people wasting my life with no follow through who have no shame for their lies and manipulations? This is just a bunch of people who create some idea of themselves but it's all an act online. They can't bring it into reality. There's no such thing as any of the things advertised here. I hate this stupid con artist dating site. I will never be looking on here again. This just to see what its say but I am way more than this but its was funny to try. lololol
== Results from bdsmtest.org ==
98% Rope bunny
94% Pet
93% Submissive
89% Voyeur
81% Experimentalist
79% Degradee
55% Slave
54% Exhibitionist
41% Masochist
35% Vanilla
27% Non-monogamist
5% Brat
0% Ageplayer
0% Boy/Girl It's fun how often men approach me online proclaiming that they're somehow "floored" by my intelligence, and that it's just sooo difficult to find intelligent women online, and of course, they recognize intelligence because of how extremely intelligent they are themselves. They're looking for someone intelligent just like me, but obviously they don't actually want someone intelligent just like me since I am not flattered by such clownery. But they sure do want me to be flattered by such a clown tactic. There are a number of reasons it doesn't work:
I know I'm intelligent and don't need the validation for it from random strangers online. Just like these men don't seek validation for their intelligence from strangers online.
When you're smart or funny or kind or any number of traits, you don't need to start conversations by announcing it to others and trying to convincing them that you have those traits; people recognize them for themselves - especially when those people are as "intelligent" as you're claiming they are.
I am not some grand exception; there is a limitless number of intelligent women online, here and on every site. It's easy to tell there are so many since they message me and we talk - they just aren't interested in reaching out to you. You haven't flattered me by announcing how dumb other women are to you, but you've told me a lot about what you think of women and their intelligence, mine included.
The men who expect a woman to be flattered by telling her how very exceptional she is for being intelligent are simply using it as a pickup line. People who think I'm smart, and who want to engage with me as a result, simply engage with me, without waxing poetic about how smart I am and how smart they are and how they've been looking for someone smart just like me.
It's a pick up line. Talking about how smart they are and how smart they find me isn't even a conversation. They're interested in me and they hope that by appealing to my intelligence rather than by being more blatant in their tactics, I'll be more receptive. It's not flattering to me, but it is an unflattering look on these guys. Genuine people engage genuinely. Thanks
My wife's first words to me were a warning. "You're going to fry out there!"
I looked up from the sundeck at my condo and saw this pretty girl looking at me from a second floor balcony. She had long black hair and was wearing a short crop top that showed off her flat stomach. I waved and I told her I was fine and had lots of suntan oil. I went back to reading the Washington Post like I did every Sunday morning.
I was new here, this was my first summer at this place. It was steps away from the subway and had a big pool, a tennis court and gym. I loved the sundeck, a big wide area for sun worshippers like me. So every Sunday id head to the sundeck with my towel and the paper. I would do a few floor exercises and sunbathe while reading the paper. I was flattered that this girl was watching me.
She was now talking to me every time she saw me. "What are you reading?" she asked. "Would you like a water?" She would toss me a water when I said sure. Over time I began to look forward to seeing her. Eventually I asked if she played tennis. She did. She was pretty good and had a good forehand. During a match we took a water break as we were at the net. "Your shoe is untied." she said. I looked down and she kneeled down and retied my shoe.
Tennis led to workouts in the gym. She told me she was a trainer. She'd give me tips on form and spotted me when I needed it. I was doing a bent over row exercise and she spotted me and I felt her hand on my waist. Her hand slowly went to my back and drifted lower onto my butt. I could feel her fingertips touch the outline of the back of my bikini underneath my gym tights. So now I knew she wanted more than a friendship.
We talked about bdsm. She didn't understand it. I told her about my kinks and why it turned me on. I'll never forget her reply. "Why don't you let me train you so you look stretched all the time?". The truth of it was that we love each other. She's gay. She's had a lot of trauma caused by men and wants nothing to do with them. She understood my needs and we agreed that if this was going to work, she would have to accept my kink and I would never cheat on her. She's met all my friends and doesn't participate in bdsm.
You might be asking How can this be? This lifestyle is all about meeting one's needs. As long as both sides agree to things it'll work out for all. All I told her to do was to surround herself with beautiful things.
So my wife is my service sub. She takes care of our home, she cooks for me, she takes care of the pool, the Jacuzzi, grocery shopping. She loves it. It was raining one day when I drove home from work and there she was, in her bare feet holding an umbrella for me to walk me to the house. She decorates for the holidays. I hear her on the phone telling others how happy she is. She knows that I love it when she walks around in a T-shirt and bikini. She works out. She loves sunbathing with me. We fulfill each other's needs.
So to my lovely wife and sub, I thank you for your commitment to me and the love you've given me.
Depression wears funky shoes...does not matter what they look like, anymore, they all hurt and bring tears to my eyes.
Food fills a void. And then my reflection hurts as well. Days pass. Alone most of the time with little that asks to be done.
Care becomes a bird with no feathers that cannot fly. Hope is my shoe sole with lots of holes. Nothing matters. Nothing changes. Especially me...days come and go and will, till i die, my next horizon, the grave, how exciting. Sun rises and sets as if change cannot happen. Tick tock...tick tock...
Am i waiting for Godot? Should i pin my eyelids open or no, maybe closed. Maybe not seeing what is before would help.
And...maybe not...ah well...time heals all or, if nothing else, takes what we want and leaves us to make a legacy. i have only words to hold what has been and could never be. Something happened and joy left me. Slippery Feet
In the shower this morning, I became aware of the lack of feasibility of soaping the soles of my feet. I mean, slippery feet would lead inevitably to a crash.
That is where a slave comes to service. Before the delightful tending to My feet with warm water, soap and oil; before the tongue worship; after the ritual request to speak; before the satisfying engagement of eye contact over My toes with the lapping slave as it concentrates with adoration on the removal any dirt and smudges that may be on the soles of My feet; comes the anticipation of pleasure at the sound of warm water being poured into the wash basin that will be used as I recline in comfort.
The glance into the eyes on those times its eyes are visible as it labors up and down My soles when, in paroxysms devotion, it applies its tongue to the cleaning project. For Me, not infrequently, pleasure bordering on ecstasy.
And so, after I grant permission for slave to humble itself and order a refreshment, I settle back in My recliner to wait in happy anticipation the humble slave, that has become devoid of self; that is self respect, self care, self concern, self aggrandizement certainly, and has become nothing other than an appliance for My pleasure to provide the ablution with exaggerated care to My feet.
After it has finished the cleaning it will perform the permission to speak again, but, this time kissing a licking clean feet. Once I grant the honor of speaking to its better, it will express with emphatic enthusiasm gratitude for the opportunity to provide its Master with pleasure.
Life as it should be.
Master James
The Deer Lease
In Texas, access to a deer lease is an amazing opportunity to play outdoors. It's private and there's lot of places to tie someone up.
Three of us couples decided to do some outdoor bondage, camp for the night and leave the next day. There were two femdom male sub couples and my Domme and I.
One domme, a bbw who is married to her now nude male sub was immediately put in a chastity cage and was paraded in front of each femdom. That was their thing. He's a probate lawyer.
The other domme, a gorgeous lipstick domme did a whipping scene with her sub tied between two trees. Both are retired, he now makes whips. It was brutal. He likes it that way.
My Domme sees the spot where the hunters string up their deer and that's where I was hung spread eagle. She whipped me with a thin red horsewhip. I was left there on display while the dommes talked. I'm looking around taking this all in. Six grown adults having a good time and all the subs are being tortured/used.
The one sub in chastity was sitting in a folding chair and chatting. The other sub was laying flat and resting now that his body looked like hamburger. Suddenly, two dommes think it would be cool to chain me to a big boulder nearby. So I'm chained spread eagle face up on this enormous boulder. They try to scare me with tales of large spiders and scorpions.
So yea, they're fucking with me.
I guess I was looking too comfortable so they each grabbed the chains and tried to pull me apart. I pretend to be suffering. I'm actually having fun and getting turned on.
Hours later we eat and drink. Exhausted we all go into our tents and fuck.
The bdsm lifestyle is really something else.
So here's some more detail (and something to push down my previous whining about the site ). My wife and I are both looking for our own play partners, so I guess you could call it an open relationship. She's looking for a friend with benefits, emphasis on "friend," as in somebody she could just as easily talk to about daily minutia as she would give him a blow job. I'm not looking for anything quite so equitable. I'm looking for someone who would indulge me in whatever my twisted mind comes up with, like exhibitionism and public play or breathplay or the "usual" spankings and other impact play. I do have some limits of my own, chiefly scat and blood. Also, even though I might want my slave to show a lot of skin and go without bra or panties while she's with me, I wouldn't insist she do that or anything else that might put her job at risk. Yes, I am definitely looking for in person contact at least once a week.
My wife and I also have an agreement that we meet each other's play partners and basically vet them. It's not like we're conducting interrogations, it's just determining if we all get along and if there are any red flags. DOMINANT WOMEN BEWARE!
Well, Mr. Beenhere25yearsandf*ckingwithdominantwomen contacted Me again. I have a feeling he has made a full time job of this shinnanigans. Contacts women or waits to be contacted, then has a 3 month relation, then disappears due to multiple guardians (LOL), dual citizenship (USA/UK), testing on his ALIEN DNA (LOL), OH LORD the list and LIES gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooe ON AND ON! Then someone else contacts you, given your name from Mr. Mindf*ck, and you quickly realize it is the same person! Back and forth, round and round, LIES AND MORE LIES. Emails from yahoo, aol, gmail (his favorite) and forget about it now that AI and ChatGPT have arrived. He is a vertible keyboard warrior. Dont be fooled if given a phone number. You'll work for it, oh yes indeed and it will again be a series of shoots and ladders! He is a L I A R, F R A U D and he even has ropped in a person or two for his mind games. Can you imagine somone playing at this over 25 years?!
If I have said it once, I've said it 100 times - verify verify verify and don't put one ounce of effort into another submissive man until HE PROVES HIMSELF TO YOU! Phone, in-person VERIFICATION. And this goes for the other wankers as well. Even the ones who send a copy of license and passport. Only in person, face to face, contracts signed and skin in the game proves a mans worth. 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. Master's WritingsCreating a DynamicThe dynamic I want to create has its foundation in trust, open communication and pure honesty. These pave the way for how we relate to each other, how much of ourselves we will give and let go within the dynamic, and how safe we feel to be owned or to own another. The greater the foundation, the deeper the dynamic, and I seek genuine, tremendous depth.The best dynamics allow both kink and vanilla elements to flourish. Even in a total 24/7 dynamic there are vanilla elements that impact and are necessary to the health of the greater dynamic. To ignore this is to ignore the human you wish to create the dynamic with.Dynamics must be flexible and ever evolving. They are living breathing things when done correctly. They require nurturing, maintenance, and love, just as those who live within them do. As individuals, we all have needs. We evolve. We grow, and so too must dynamics. There must be flexibility to bend to whims of the moment, grow as the tastes and needs of the individuals evolve, and be reborn when people, situations and events take us off track.Finally, dynamics must reflect all participants. I seek a collaborative development of a dynamic where each has an appropriate voice, with opportunity to step outside of roles as needed for essential conversations to ensure none are forgotten as we build and rebuild our dynamic over time.Creating this dynamic has been my dream for longer than I can remember. But no one person can create this on their own. It requires another who feels this need as greatly as I do. So many have asked me what my husband cannot give me. After 15 years of him being my Dominant, he has decided to switch and become submissive. No we are NOT looking for a Dominant together, he is looking for his own submissive. No i am not leaving him.
What I am looking for, well You can message me to find out.
Ohh yes my profile says that I am a switch, I am not!
The only reason it still says this is because I tried to change my profile and it said it could take up to 3 months. It did the last time I wanted to change it so I decided to leave it alone.
Thank you for visiting my profile and have a great day. An evening, recalled by the lady, written by me.It was late afternoon and it had been a tough day at the Commission. His kiss when he met me at the station was warm and affectionate; we chatted on the way to the hotel and as we checked in. When we arrived in the room I dumped my stuff on the bed and went out onto the veranda to look out over the lake. A few minutes later I heard him say ‘come here please’. I turned to see him with an impassive look on his face and standing in the middle of the room pointing at the floor just in front of his feet.
He took hold of me around my waist and as he kissed me deeply, his hands travelled from my waist down my hips and across my bottom. Then up my back to my neck and then he felt my hair. He murmured ‘give me your tongue’ and I slipped it between his teeth. He nipped it and held it between his upper teeth and tongue. It was uncomfortable but not painful, he had done it often before and I had grown to like it. His hands resumed their journey around my upper body. They were firm, confident and moved without any hesitation. I could not have ed even if I had wanted too and the welcome feeling of melting inside began.
He then released my tongue, kissed my lips then he turned me around and bent me over so my elbows were on the bed. He lifted my skirt and folded it over my back. His hands then roved freely over my bottom and between my thighs. He felt my mons, traced the line of my slit and ran his fingertips between down the crease between my buttocks, pausing to press on my anus. He then held me firmly against his thigh and began to spank me- this had recently become a regular beginning to our time together. One spank per cheek, then two, then three, they landed on my upper thighs and the curve of my bottom. He stopped at six and spent a few minutes gently rubbing my bottom, occasionally slipping his hand between my thighs. At ten per cheek it was stinging a lot. By twelve I was having difficulty keeping still. It was the knowledge that if I moved he would start again that kept me in position. The spanking was not unexpected and it had the desired effect. I felt myself starting to melt inside even more as he rubbed my stinging bottom and thighs once again.
He stopped and made me stand. Then looked me in the eye, and then said ‘I have a few issues to resolve with you’.
My stomach took a lurch, I’d been here before, he had shown no sign of real annoyance with me recently but then he never really did. He took me by the chin, looked into my eyes and said ‘strip and kneel’. He then turned and went to the veranda.
It only took a minute to remove all my clothes and jewellery. I knelt, apprehensive about his return, embarrassed it had been a warm day; I had been wearing tights and had not had the time to wash and prepare myself for him. My make up had gone and I knew I did not look my best.
He returned and pushed me forward to my knees and elbows. Pulling back my hair he locked my leather collar around my neck. It felt strange after the long break since I last wore it. The wrist cuffs were fitted next before he clipped them behind my back pinioning my wrists. He pulled my collar by its short leash to make me kneel up and then buckled a gag around my neck and pushed the red ball behind my teeth before tightening it.
He turned me so my back was to the mirror and placed a low backed chair in front of me. He could now see both the back and front of me. Sitting on the chair he told me to part my thighs wide and to emphasise the point his foot nudged my knees wide apart. I hoped he wasn’t going to touch me between my thighs as he so loved too, I so regretted not taking a shower immediately we arrived in the room.
From his pocket he took some butterfly style nipple clips. I hate them and he knows it, he threaded their chain into the ring at the front of my collar and after pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger to make them fully erect he clipped one to each nipple. The discomfort was almost unbearable, I instinctively closed my thighs, and he ed and gently tugged the chain, sending sharp jolts through me. I did as I was told and spread my thighs wide, pushing my mons forward as far as I could. The gag muffling my weak protests.
He spoke slowly, jerking the chain on saying each word. ‘Three weeks ago you forgot your make up, two weeks ago your stockings, last week your high shoes. You have arrived in my company wearing tights for the last 4 weeks, hence the immediate spankings. You have not kissed or greeted me properly on meeting for the same length of time. You make up today is poor, your hair isn’t brushed and you have not left your pubic hair as I instructed. In short young lady you are marring your beauty. You are fully aware how beautiful I think you are and you are distracting from it by being sloppy and that disappoints me. I will not accept you detracting from the pleasure I take in having such a desirable woman as my lover. Do you understand?’
I nodded, my eyes starting to water from the discomfort in my nipples and the realisation of how I had disappointed him. There was also the knowledge that I had been here before and if it followed a similar pattern then this was the case against me. By nodding I admitted my guilt. So I was about to punished for being a sloppy and inattentive submissive who had disappointed her Dominant.
He helped me to my feet by lifting me by the collar on my ring; it also had the effect of tugging on my nipples. He reversed his chair and tugged the chain as he removed each nipple clip. It stung as the blood filled each nipple, my knees almost buckled each time, the gag muffling the g. He then connected my wrists cuffs in front of me, and bent me over the back of his chair so my weight rested on my elbows.
‘Part your legs’ he said, I complied and hoped he would decide to have me, not cane me. I was to be disappointed, though recently spanked I accepted I had earned this too. He fetched a cane from his bag as I waited anxiously. Holding the back of my collar he rested the cane against my bottom, drew it back and struck me. ‘One‘ he said. All I did was hear the sound then the harsh sting reached my brain! He was using the flat cane. A piece of flexible wood two feet long, an inch wide and a quarter of an inch thick. It didn’t leave tram lines or scars; I knew its stinging would last for ages and leave a square red mark on each buttock, but it would not bruise very much. Not that it seemed important at that moment. Though I find the cane painful, the thonged whip he occasionally uses is worse. Its thick strands inflict weal’s and their tips can get into the most intimate parts of my body. I’ve also known him use it on my breasts and belly.
Each cane stroke went slightly lower until the last 3 all struck where the tops of my thighs and my bottom met. My legs kicked out from the stinging, by now I had dribbled spittle around the gag, my eyes were streaming and my nose had started to run.
He let go the back of my collar and returned the cane to his bag. Returning he pulled me upright by my collar and turned me to face him. I refused to look him in the eye; I must have looked a real mess. He took my chin again forcing me to look into his eyes. I felt so ashamed of my appearance. He had told me I was beautiful so very often and it made me feel so proud when he said it. Now I had let him down by being too complacent. He unclipped the wrist cuffs, reattaching then in front. He said ‘Do you understand what I have told you?’ I nodded. ‘Then get down on your belly on the floor and spread your legs, I haven’t finished with you yet.’ My mind raced, would it be the whip now, on my bottom?
I knelt and lay on the floor, my bottom was really stinging and the carpet was rough against my sore nipples, my belly and mons. I spread my thighs wide, dipped my spine and waited. I heard the pop of a tube of lubricant being opened. It wasn’t the whip!! The lube felt cold against my anus as he applied just enough. He undressed, I could feel him looking at my prone body, the line of my sex and the rose of my anus. I was fully exposed because it was how he wanted me to be. He knelt between my thighs and pumped his cock to make the head larger. He spread my bottom cheeks with one hand and pressed his cock against my anus with the other. The tip entered me, it was so uncomfortable. I had forgotten how tight a caning made the cheeks of my bottom clench. He pushed into me, stretching me. I struggled and tried to object; he held me and reminded me of the presence of the whip. Once he was past the muscular ring I relaxed as the discomfort subsided somewhat; I felt the cool of his skin against my hot bottom. He reached and took hold of my hair and collar, pulling them back. At the first slow thrust he said ‘one’. The thrusts were slow and firm, they made my bottom sting though my anus soon adapted to the presence of his cock. He told me to squeeze my buttocks together as he withdrew his cock, and relax as he thrust in. I tried to do so; each time I failed he added two extra thrusts. He was punishing me and reminding me of his dominance by not taking pleasure from the stimulation my anus could give him. It was a reminder that sexual pleasure could not be an excuse for a lack of submission. It was a relief when he reached 100 and stopped counting and thrusting. I was glad he was no longer forcing my nipples against the rough carpet, and his tummy was no longer making my sore bottom sting more. But I immediately missed the closeness and intimacy of the man I so wanted yet had disappointed.
He pulled me to my feet by my collar, removed the ball gag and lifted my chin. I must have looked a real mess as I worked my jaw to stop it aching, I certainly felt a mess and I promised him and myself not to let my appearance or behaviour slip again.
He kissed me and said he loved me; I’m not sure if it made me feel any better- or if it was supposed to! He led me by the arm into the bathroom and told me to wash his cock and balls. I took a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked horrendous! Mascara running, the marks of the gag around my mouth, spittle around my chin and collar and my nose running!
I looked away ashamed as he wet a towel to clean the lube from between my buttocks. He turned me around so my back was to the mirror and rubbed the wet towel firmly between my buttocks, it stung where it touched the red marks. I heard him say, ‘You have 30 minutes until dinner. Be ready on time.’
I knew that I would make him the proudest man alive when he let me take his arm to dinner. 30 minutes wasn’t long. But I so wanted to see that look of desire in his eyes that I would ensure I was just as he wanted me to be. I knew just how good he would make me feel in return. He went to the veranda to watch the sun set. I set to work, though I did sneak a look at the red marks on my bottom. They made me feel strangely proud because they were his marks and I had submitted to him. He had put them there and there was nothing I could have done about it even if I wanted to. Now I didn’t know what he was going to do with me later, but after being disciplined he always had something special planned for me!
Stand here. Nice and still. Nice and straight.
Just listen to my voice and do everything I tell you to do.
Good girl. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.
Put your hands behind your back.
Don’t resist the rope. Just relax and let the rope do its work.
Be still while I put the collar on your neck.
Head up. Let me move your hair out of the way. Good girl.
Now the blindfold. Don’t move. Be still.
Now I attach the lead to the collar.
As I pull on the lead you follow.
Walk slowly wherever I lead you.
Now I control you. Listen to my voice.
Do everything I tell you to do.
Don’t resist my touch or direction in any way.
Be totally obedient and compliant.
Don’t think. Just do everything I tell you to do.
Good girl. 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.
2023-02-21 - Guy read a story and wants a replay USING HIM
Read more stories at www.SirKel.top
I had been chatting with a new guy on FetLife. We're going to call him Pennsylvania Redstripe. He read one of my stories at my website www.SirKel.top titled "Forced to be my fagot" and said he wanted the same experience.
He had Dominatrix experience but I don't think he had ever had a Male Dom control him. I'm pretty certain he had sucked cock before but only while being used as a cuckold. After chatting online and then texting for a week or two we finally set up a meeting.
Driving all the way to Kent, Ohio from Pennsylvania was slightly over a 1 hour trip for him. But he arrived just a few minutes early, I was impressed he scheduled it so perfectly with his long drive.
As he had read in many of my other stories, when he first came in he stood there and waited for my first command. Which of course was, "strip."
He quickly stripped and put all of his clothing on the chair where he was directed to place them. Then he just stood there for a moment as I looked him over.
I walked to him and put velcro restraints on his wrists. These are very nice velcro restraints that are normally used for ankles when connected to some form of bungee cord for exercise. They have D shaped rings on them. I had a cl and was going to cl his wrists behind his back, but I could clearly see he was extremely nervous. So I decided to wait.
He had warned me of bad knees, so I had a couple couch pillows on the floor in front of the couch. I told him to get on his knees, on the couch pillows, facing the couch.
He walked to the couch and dropped to his knees. I came up behind him and slipped a leather hood over his head. This was exactly like the story that he had read and wanted to be part of. I lined up the eye holes and the mouth hole and began tightening the leather Hood from behind. It's laced up the back.
Obviously I started with the laces at the top, pulling and tugging, tightening them as I worked my way down to the base of the back of his neck. I continued to tighten, checking most importantly that the mouth hole was properly centered. Once it was completely tightened I wound up the extra cord and tucked it under the neck of the leather mask.
I slipped a blindfold over the mask covering his eyes. I slid around in front of him and sat back on the couch. This was very similar to the story he read, and I'm sure his mind was racing, not knowing exactly what was going on in front of him but hearing my motion and movement directly in front of him now.
With both hands I grabbed the sides of the leather mask and started pulling him forward and down toward my cock. I wasn't completely hard, but I was hard enough for him to get the first taste of my cock as I shoved his mouth down.
He was startled at first, I think I reached in with my fingers and pried his mouth open a bit wider and then shoved him further down on my cock. There are no ear holes in the leather Hood, so quite loudly I barked out the command, "suck my cock fagot, that's what you're here for, get to it."
He started sucking on my cock and it began to grow quickly. Soon his mouth was filled with my cock. He started to cough and sputter a bit, so I gave him just a second to catch his breath, then grab the top of his head and forced him all the way down to my balls.
Eventually we got into a nice rhythm. He was still slightly reluctant, but his body language was telling me he was starting to relax. His body wasn't quite as stiff as it was, he was getting used to being a cocksucker. My cocksucking fag.
I continued to berate him verbally, forcing him deep onto my cock, occasionally giving him a chance to catch his breath. At one point I pulled my cock out and pushed him onto my balls, without being told he knew to lick and clean my balls and taint.
I had planned to eventually put him flat on the floor face up and sit on his face making him eat my ass. From our conversations he was looking forward to it. But as luck would have it I either had a nasty pimple or the beginning of a boil, and definitely did not want to subject anyone, even him, to that.
He was actually getting to be a pretty good cocksucker. I had to pull him off my cock a couple times. Watching his leather clad head bounce up and down on my cock was extremely hot to watch.
I definitely didn't want to shoot my load yet so I told him we were going to head upstairs. I think by this time the eye mask had slipped off so I didn't bother putting it back so he could follow me up the steps to the bedroom.
When we got upstairs I directed him to The far side,
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! All in the Name
There are still many people on this planet who don’t know the acronym BDSM and what it stands for. Here’s one example of this:
“A company is hiring someone for a Business Development, Sales and Marketing positionufpu 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. second potenial ending to blend with majority of previous ending
Now exhausted from the day’s events, your precious body quivers, shakes lifelessly, just laying on the faux fur bed, hands still locked together, and your feet still in the spreader bar. Completely war out from the whole day’s events that enfolded all before your eyes. Twelve hours of pleasure, pain, excitement, desires being fulfilled, heightened arousals, your deepest most rooted thoughts brought up to the surface for all to see. Your path of fulfillment was laid out before Me, your strengths, weaknesses, everything was given to Me. Now it’s my turn to reward you.
All your bonds have now been released, first your wrists, then followed by each ankle, and then finally the lock that held you to the chain, that of which held you so dearly still. All that remained was the collar, the collar which now was yours to wear with pride. This was my give / symbol to give to you, that you may now show the world that you are now loved, cherished, desired, taken, cared for, and belong to me. All of that said in a simple fashion of a collar.
The reward, for your ever falling body, that is which, is slipping deeper and deeper into submission of sleep. I place you down, now under the faux blanket; I place you on plush oversized huge pillows at the top of the bed. Silk lined sheets covered with soft rose petals. A warm fire place glowing in the far corner; the corner that which was kept in the dark, hidden from your eyes the whole time. (Slave went and started the fire while I was releasing your bonds.)
My, sweet baby; so sore and sexy, all at the same moment. Looking at you with a new fresh pair of eyes, eyes no longer lusting but has contentment, restful, and happy. I’m proud of what I have done and now own.
Sweetness I have a question for you, “are you truly happy? Am I what you thought I would be? All that you lusted for? Is this what you will forever be able to be? My own, loved forever?”
As you slowly drift away to that sleepless state. oh boy was I ill today, B started her crap again it settled in the pit of my stomach before I finally reacted to her childish behavior. trying to teach me a lesson, um not happening she got told no more am I sitting for over 12 hours to get changed, she sort of laughed and you can't afford it. My response was your rent is going up to where it should be since you don't do shit anyways. I told her remember the state is coming this week he is a mandated reporter just pull your crap on me again she what happens there will be all sorts of people wanting talk to you. You messed with wrong bitch. Then I laughed and said I shit on my command, you want to pull your crap again. She won't give the bed pan to me, I don't have a strong leg to stand on my left leg is non weight bearing, my right leg gone. The hoyer could put me on my commode but B refuses to put me on it. Says she's afraid I will fall of it. come on really. I am so put out with her lack of reasoning, I am taking a membership with care.com they help me find qualifield caregivers that won't act this way. I have my friend for back up for now. she thinks cause she kissing my ass everything is good, nope I am done. she goats me into convo where it is obvious she is trying to cause an argument so she can play the victim. I am using you boys again. I have been with My beloved subby hubby for 6 years now. Surprisingly, daily life has taken over and I require fresh inspiration to pique My dominance and libido.So, I am using you boys again. Just reading your messages and profiles is sparking My libido. My appetite for My subby hubby's service is increased. I am just using you. But I thank you and share this information in case it gives you a little thrill. You are such good boys, you deserve a little reward.
LadyD Presently screening and vetting 43 prospective owners from US, UK, Australia.Two are former military.They are the first two it has gone to voice communication. Most presently.Building up trust is a very important before even a physical meeting to see if they truly know how to have a real slave.Its cautious after being in this Lifestyle for 37 years.And being a former Collarspace mentor and Collarspace admin.Dealt with far too many craziness and right nutters. We are coming to a time where we will have to make the difficult choice of following Christ or taking the mark of the beast. The world is coming to a point where they will be proclaiming peace. However when that happens we should know Christ is coming quickly after. There can truly not be peace in a world where death and sickness reside. Truly choosing Christ is not easy work. It demands repentance and skill development, to live for Christ and not for the world. To honor Christ's high standards because they are good for you and those around you. Jesus is very compassionate and empathetic creating a loving space for you to grow and evolve. He is very patient too not expecting change or perfection overnight but over periods of time. He can handle your frustrations, your anger, and any questions you hold. He is a friend and teacher. He understands your path. Let Christ's word sharpen you. "And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another and all the more as you see the Day approaching." (Hebrews 10:24-25) Jesus is the way. As the world comes to its completion who will you choose? It's Jesus or the adversary. I pray you choose Jesus. Truly I tell you, "Eye has not seen, nor ear has heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God has prepared for them that love him." (1 Corinthians 2:9) Reflection: Week 1
Well I would say that the first week has gone pretty well. I have worn my collar daily. I have used a plug all but one day. I will find some additional attire for around the house that will be acceptable.
I have shared all of the messages with him that I have received since the beginning of the new year.
It may be a small step but I feel like these things help maintain a good headspace for us bith and encourages intimacy on various levels.
I will try to keep an ongoung update as time permits. Through reflection comes the opportunity for growth.
After 10 years of being on this site, my collar and cage remain empty so I have finally decided to abandon my search here. While I am sure there are some devoted subs out there, apparently there is no true interest in ownership by an old queer like me, so time to move on. I am leaving the profile intact for a while to keep in touch with a few friends and close acquaintances that I have gotten to know over the years until I can let them know how to keep in touch. Thanks greatly to the flakes and fakes on here for all the b.s. and wasted time! Just remember Karma can be a real bitch!! Not telling you where I'm going next, so figure it out for yourselves! Good luck finding someone else to feast on! I wantI want to play with your dripping wet pussyI want to touch your dripping wet pussy softlyI want to tease your dripping wet pussy gentlyI want to taste your dripping wet pussy tenderlyI imagine sliding my fingers inside you to rub your gspot as I lick and suckI imagine feeling you respond as I urge you to climax for meI imagine hearing you moan and feeling your pussy pulsing in orgasmic delightAnd before your orgasm subsides,I want to slip my swollen cock inside your dripping wet pussyI want to feel your velvet soft pussy rubbing on my swollen shaftI want you to feel me erupt in climax to fill you with my cumThen as we lay spent and my cock slips from inside youI want to lick your dripping wet pussy filled with my cumI want to enjoy the flavors of your pussy juices mixed with my cumAnd finally I want to share the mix of our flavors with you in deep passionate kissesAfter all of that, my only want will be to do it all again!
JULY 2025 AGE UPDATE: 41
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.
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. My wound is very close to being healed finally.
It is ..2 cm less than 1/8 of an inch open.
Bought a new hoyer pad so I can be out of bed more
Have another one coming today to it's always good to have more than 1
What's in a name?
Obligatory attention getting headline: Every time you say your Dom's name, you reinforce everything he is to you.
I've been in this life for a long time now. I've been called many things, from Master/Daddy to everything else under the sun. What you call your Dom isn't just a cute pet name, it reinforces what he is to you every time you say it. Each name means something different, and when you use it, you’re shaping the dynamic between you and your owner. So here's what these names mean both to you, and to Them.
Sir
Lets start with the basics. Here is how and when to use your Dom's name: - Yes, Sir - No, Sir - Please, Sir - Thank you, Sir - Sorry, Sir - Sir, may i... Sir is an honorary given to any random Dom out of respect to the position, not necessarily the person. Should the individual in the Dom position lose your respect, you may stop referring to him with that honorary title. The respect must be lost though, saying "it must be earned" is no excuse.
While some, after collaring, choose to keep calling their Dom "Sir", most choose a new title that more clearly emphasizes their relationship roles.
Master
When you call your owner Master, you’re telling him you want to feel possessed, controlled, and kept. It’s the title you choose to call your owner when surrender is what you crave, handing yourself over fully and feeling the thrill of being someone else's prized possession.
Daddy
When you call your owner Daddy, you’re asking for more than just authority. you’re asking for safety, nurturing, and guidance. It’s discipline wrapped in comfort. You’re saying, “I’m yours, but I’m also protected.” For many, that mix of strength and softness is exactly what they need. There’s often a paternal craving behind it too, which is nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. Embrace your desire to be cared for, corrected, and cherished the way only a protective father could.
my Lord
When you call your owner my Lord, you’re putting him above you. Not just as your Dominant, but as someone you revere. It’s about hierarchy, about structure, about finding peace in knowing your place beneath his dominion. It’s old-fashioned, sure, but it carries a kind of ritual weight that can be deeply grounding.
Sire
When you call your owner Sire, you’re giving him the tone of nobility, but it’s not quite the same as My Lord. My Lord is reverent, almost worshipful; it places him above you in a way that feels ceremonial, tied to the safety you find in his dominion. Sire, on the other hand, leans heavier into command and authority. It’s the word subjaspects would use for a king, not just a nobleman, but the one who rules, whose word carries absolute weight. Where My Lord can feel romantic or devotional, Sire feels sharper, more commanding. Saying it is like kneeling at the foot of the throne and swearing loyalty, not just offering service.
Mister (Lastname)
When you call your owner Mr. , you’re looking at him as a figure of moral authority. It’s like the strict teacher who praises when you do well and corraspects you when you don’t. You live for his approval, and you fear his disappointment. Punishment becomes penance; obedience becomes devotion.
Vicar
When you call your owner Vicar, you’re placing him in the role of a guide, someone who leads you not just with rules, but with care. It’s a name that carries a sacred weight. Correction feels like absolution, rules feel like doctrine, and obedience becomes something almost holy. You’re not just following him, you’re finding both forgiveness and salvation through him.
Maestro
This is usually for the more latin-oriented as Maestro is a Spanish name. The slave who called me this was a beautiful Nicaraguan who I had named "bonita". When you call your owner Maestro, you’re seeing him not just as someone in control, but as someone creating something with that control. Maestron litterally translates to "Teacher", but think conductor, artist, master craftsman. Think of yourself as a blank canvas, and your owner as the one who will shape you.
Every name you choose carries weight:
Sir is about respect, and the starting point before a deeper title is chosen.
Master is about possession.
Daddy is about protection and nurturing.
My Lord is about reverence.
Sire is about command, your loyalty sworn to a ruler whose word is absolute.
Mr. Lastname is about moral authority.</
Been a while since I have written, I have discovered a new fetish that I absolutely love , I love drinking a woman's pee either straight from the source or fresh in a glass still hot recently had a woman that I took to dinner go to the bathroom fill a glass with her pee and brought it back to the table for yours truly to drink was very humiliating and very hot but anyhow I would like to find indiana , Illinois, Kentucky, ohio woman that want to feed me there pee must be drug free and clean . Let me know I will travel to you !! I will perform or let you do as you will to me for the privilege to drink your golden nectar . In my latest writing called, The Fitting Room... my characters meets a younger, submissive woman named Beth.
I am looking for my own Beth... like the woman I imagined in my writing. if you are intrigued ... message me :)
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The Fitting Room: Part 1 | Beth .... (erotica)
We met in the fitting room of a local boutique.
I had just tried on my new dress and came out to stand in front of the large 3-piece mirror. It was one of those faux wrap around dresses and I really liked the pattern and material. I had my hair clipped up and wanted to see what it would look like with my hair down. I took the clip out and shook my hair.. fluffed it a bit with my fingers, and stared. Turned... even lifted my breasts a little, as if to say... 'Get up there girls.. knockers up'.
As I was standing there staring at my reflection.... the door to the fitting room closest to the mirror opened up and a younger woman stepped out. I assumed she wanted to get a look at herself in the mirror so I smiled.. and stepped aside. She stepped ahead of me to stand in front of the mirrors, and like I did.. she turned and looked at her new dress.
She was easily 20-25 years younger than me and I thought of where I was in my life at that age. She had long dark hair and the dress accentuated her curves. I found myself wondering what she looked like without the dress on. I had told my Daddy that I was curious about being with another woman. Feeling another woman's breasts... her curves... tracing her bottom lip with my thumb... leaning in for a very full and sensuous kiss. I wondered to myself if this younger woman standing in front of me had ever thought those kinds of thoughts about another woman.
I cleared my throat and said, 'That looks really good on you'. I looked her up and down and met her eyes directly. She stared for a moment, and then looked down and blushed.
'Thank you.. but I'm not sure if I should get it.', she said. 'I had ordered it for a party I was going to go to with my girlfriend, but we broke up. When the store called me to say the dress was in, I wasn't sure if I should have told them that I had changed my mind.. or come in and try it on.'
She sighed and looked down at the floor, and bit her bottom lip. When she looked up, I could see she was holding back tears.
'Oh goodness', I said. 'It'll be alright... you'll see.' I touched her shoulder to show some comfort, and she smiled a bit -- but she still wore that sadness that only a recent break-up can bring.
She was still examining herself in the mirror and asked, 'So... what's the occasion for your new dress?'
Well... I smiled rather big and blushed really hard. How was I going to tell this woman that I had bought this dress for a rather special.. and very sexy dining experience? One where.. I was going to be.. the meal.
I decided to put my big girl panties on and take a chance.
'I needed to wear something extra special for a dinner that my.... Daddy, is putting together.', I said. I watched her facial expression to see if I could detect if she knew what I was talking about. I was curious if she was in the lifestyle or knew about Daddies and Master's, etc.
She blinked a couple of times and cleared her throat and said, 'Oh.. your Daddy is having a party for you?'.. and her smile said it all. She had a sweet smile, and was biting her bottom lip again. She knew.. and she now knew that I knew, she knew.
'Yes.. He is.', I said.
I smiled and stepped around her back and we both looked in the mirror. I came in close to her ear.. still maintaining eye contact with her in the mirror. 'After my Daddy helps me take off this new dress, I will be helped onto a table to lie down so his guests can eat food off of my body... among other things.'
She smiled then and said, 'Really?', to which I replied, 'Absolutely', and leaned in a little more.
'Are you a good girl or a dirty little slut?', I asked in almost a whisper.
I watched her in the mirror and saw her slightly rub her legs together and reply, almost automatically, 'I'm a dirty little slut, Ma'am.'
I could see her flush start to creep from her face, down her neck and travel downward.. and I smiled to myself. I knew right away.. she was a very good girl.. and I was already thinking she would be a very good little slut for me and my Daddy.
'You wouldn't like to come to this party.. would you?', I asked.
'Really? Yes Ma'am, I would really like that.', she stammered.
I swear I felt giddy at how sweet she looked right then.
'I'm sure my Daddy will be pleased that I'm bringing a... special guest. He is always very pleased when he knows I have met a good girl who wants to serve and please both of us. ', I said. "You would like to serve and please both of us, correct?'
'Oh Yes Ma'am.. Yes. I would like that!, she said.
'Oh gosh.. where are my manners.. my name is Beth', and she stuck out her hand to shake mine.
I smiled and took her hand in mine. Her handshake was strong and firm. I liked it.
'I'm pleased to meet you, Beth. You may call me, Ma'am for now.. maybe Sis in the future', I said. 'Here is my card. You will call me tomorrow but in the meantime, may I call you later tonight?'
She gave me her phone number to put in my phone, and her email.
'Yes Ma'am.. I would really like that.', she replied.
'Good girl... we'll talk later then.', I said.
With that.. I walked back to my fitting room, stepped in and shut the door behind me. She had no idea how hard my heart was beating and how nervous I was.
I opened a new text message and typed....
"Hi Daddy.. you're never going to believe what happened while I was at the boutique picking up my dress for the party...."
To be continued.....
Written 07/06/2024
MPH 💜 Hello everyone! subMeghan here...
As you guys know, my dom requires me to disslose the fact that as I type this, I, subMeghan, puppygirl and submissive, am completely nude, wearing only my dog collar and glasses...
Sorry for not writing sooner, but we've been busy and I didn't think I had much to say.
I will say that my last journal entry here was an "interesting" experience. For those of you you don't have the time to go look at it, basically my dom was pleasuring / teasing me as I typed my journal. Frankly I'm surprised I was able to type anything remotely comphresensible. lol
Hmm... I think my dom is up to something... He's been looking over my shoulder as i type. He just handed me my ball gag and has instructed me to put it on. Stand by...
Done. So this is naked subMeghan, wearing only my dog colla, glasses and now my ball gag... I wonder where is going to go... ;) Ah, I see... Now that I'm gagged and can't talk he has directed me to respond to him by typing my responses to him right here. My responses to you master are to be in bold face? Is that correct, sir?
My dom has just dropped a couple of clothes pins in my lap and said "you know where these go?" Indeed I do, sir! These go on my nipples , sir! So now I'm naked subMeghan, wearing only my dog collar, glasses, ball gag and clothes pins on my nipples.
Is that all, sir? No? Ok, what do you want me to do? Ha! My dom just loves teasing me. Now he has just dropped a pair of handcuffs in front of me. I guess we're going to take this up a knotch. Sir, if I cuff my hands behind my back, I don't think I'll be able to type. Ok, he wants my hands behind my back. Here we go...
k typing like this super hard i move keyboard to edge of thev desk and i hav to stand up so i can reach around and type wiyh 1 finger. this is naked submeghan wearing dog collar glasses gag clothes pins and cuffs. my dom is laughing at me an says i look like a stupid dork. good 4 me i happen to know he has a thing for nerdy girls lol
my dom sayys to say goodbye because hes going to make me dance for him then fuck me
bye 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!
6 months. 182 days of my life wasted. For the first time I felt hope that the perfect Daddy existed. I felt safe. Happy. Loved. Even tho the time difference was difficult, hours were spent talking virtually face to face. I had found my partner, my best friend, my Daddy. No man had ever made me want to save myself just for him. I gave my whole self to you.
Then I felt the snag and the hook as it pierced into my flesh. The catfish.
I feel stupid and ashamed that someone I never met can still make me this angry at the world. How and why did you take my soul that was freely given and crack it beyond repair. I love this quote by Anais Nin. I've adapted it for me:
I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my submissiveness. I want a Woman lying over me, always over me. Her will, her pleasure, her desire, her life, her work, her sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a man, oh, God, as a man, I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a Woman at her time, her bidding.
I love weird and sexy roleplay, especially if im the one you want to dress. Any potential masters, daddies, or mommies can make be a schoolgirl, a princess, a maid, a nurse, a cheerleader, and even your little daughter. Also any sort of toys you want to use on me if your heart desires. I can dress up and do any unique or sexy roleplay you have in mind, I want to help you fulfill anything your heart desires. Let me know more of the sort of roleplays you want to do. Would love to hear more of what you can think of in detail masterp ou want someone to help with those fantasies let me know.
slave rules
slave must only use the 3rd person to refer to itself
slave must confess that is is just an or garbage
slave must always be honest
slave may not have dignity or respect of any kind
slave must show total respect for Master or any humans
slave may not speak without permission
slave make not look at its Master without permission or look at other humans
slave is always wrong if its Master or another human tells it so
slave may not use a human name
slave must always accept punishment, abuse, or a beating if it pleases its Owner Master
slave may only live if it pleases her Owner Master
slave must never close its legs, they always must be apart
its holes must be available to its Master any time or any place
it must use every part of its body to please Master
slave must always be nude when it pleases its Masters
slave must be chained or tie up any time it pleases Master
slave must dress any way its Master orders it to dress
slave may never talk back or say "NO" to her Master
slave must always speak in a low sweet voice
slave may never own anything
slave may never use big words or else it must be punished
slave Master has complete control of how it moves: walk, crawl, speak, breaths, kneel, etc
slave must worship its Master’s cock and all of his body
slaves Master pleasure matters, its pleaser means nothing
slave must never edge its self without permission or take any sexual pleasure without permission
slave dignity or feelings are worthless
slave must not sit or use human furniture unless it is given permission
slave must ask to enter or leave a room
slave must ask to poo or pee
slave must whip, cane, or abuse its body when ordered to
slave must drink piss, cum, spit when it is ordered to
slave may not remove spit, cum, or piss from its body unless it is ordered to
slave must not sleep unless order to
slave must use degrading names when it refers to its self, for example: piss pot, cunt, inferior human, cum bucket, ugly, pig, whore, sick o, tits, ass hole, cunt hole, slave, fuck toy,
slave may never speak to another human without permission
slave must thank Master for using it, for allowing it to cum
slave must clean off Master's great cock after he is done using it
slave must perform any sexual act that it is ordered to do, no matter how degrading, painful or humiliating
slave must write down every single thought is has for its Owner Master's review
slave must sleep on the floor, or in its cage, cell when it is not serving its Master
slave must eat on the floor and its food must be cold with little taste unless it is given permission to eat people's food. its hands must always be behind its back
slave must now beg for anything it needs, food, water, etc, it must beg to be punished, abuse, beaten also
***slave may be punished or abuse or beaten because it deserves it because it is inferior, stupid, weak, and worthless cunt
***slave must repeat its rules over and over every day Personality Traits of BDSM Practitioners Another Look A recent study provides another glimpse into
Recently, the practice BDSM (bondage and discipline, dominance/submission, sadism-masochism) has generated a great deal of interest among lay-people and academics alike. The best-selling novel Fifty Shades of Grey and the new film of the same name have helped bring an otherwise stigmatised phenomenon into mainstream awareness. However, this book is apparently not a particularly accurate portrayal of how BDSM is practiced in real life (for example, see this post by sex researcher Justin Lehmiller). Fortunately, this increased interest in the subject has also been accompanied by some new scientific studies that may help to provide more accurate insight into these practices. In a previous post, I discussed a 2013 study that suggests that BDSM practitioners are generally psychologically healthy and that they tend to prefer roles that fit their personalities. In this post, I discuss a newer study that also examined the personality traits of BDSM practitioners using a somewhat different personality model. Some of the findings were highly similar, although there were some differences as well that may be worth exploring further to shed more light on the psychology of BDSM.
BDSM encompasses a diverse range of activities that include but not are limited to the exercise of power and control by one person over another, physical and psychological restraint, and infliction of pain and humiliation. These activities may or may not occur in a sexual context. Typically, someone in a dominant role, known by a variety of terms, including ‘top’, ‘dom or dominant’ or ‘sadist’, will direct the actions of someone in a submissive obedient role, known by such terms as ‘bottom’, ‘sub or submissive’ or ‘masochist’. All activities are consensual and practitioners will negotiate beforehand what they consider acceptable. Many participants have a preferred role they assume in most or all activities, while some prefer to switch roles as desired. Participation in BDSM can range from occasional casual role-playing to a preferred orientation and even to a whole lifestyle with 24/7 role enactments (Hébert & Weaver, 2014).
As discussed in one of the earliest posts ever, when i decided to start posting a blog, there has been some quite interesting research looking into the psychological characteristics of BDSM practitioners. Contrary to what has often been assumed, there is no evidence that BDSM practitioners in general suffer from any particular form of psychological disturbance and in fact they seem to be mentally and emotionally well-adjusted (Richters, De Visser, Rissel, Grulich, & Smith, 2008; Wismeijer & van Assen, 2013). I was particularly interested in the findings of a study of Dutch BDSM practitioners (Wismeijer & van Assen, 2013) which included an assessment of their personality traits according to the Big Five model. The five factors in this model are neuroticism, extraversion, openness to experience, agreeableness, and conscientiousness. These are broad personality characteristics that subsume a larger number of narrower more specific traits. According to this study, practitioners in general, including both dominants and submissives, tended to be higher in openness to experience and conscientiousness compared to a comparison sample from the general population. Additionally, participants who preferred the dominant role tended to be lower in agreeableness and neuroticism compared to submissive participants and to the general population, while, submissives tended to be more extraverted than the general population. Additionally, dominants tended to have higher subjective well-being and were less sensitive to rejection compared to the general population, suggesting that people drawn to the dominant role may be particularly You know how it's been on my mind lately, and for a while if I'm honest, about the spinning circle of the good but not right for me guy, yes? Yesterday an opportunity presented itself and I took a deep breath and set boundaries. Literally. I said we needed better boundaries because we're just friends, right? And he said, I don't know. Here's the courageous part... I said I didn't want to be a placeholder. !!! This is huge in my world, in my head, in my learning how to value myself. Standing ovation, I'm waiting.
I am guessing he didn't take it well. He said okay. And I haven't heard a peep since. Which is part of the problem. Was. Saying you want open communication and actually doing the open communicating are two very different things. As a friend I would have listened. As a friend I care and don't want to hurt him. As anything more, severed ties. Okay, more like severed ties that were reattached and cut again several times these past two years. Just like training wheels, leaning on the comfortable and convenient, being the comfortable and convenient. I'm in a much better place than I was two years ago. I don't know if you've heard, but I set boundaries. Tell your friends.
Back to me. Of course I feel bad. Worried I hurt him. Worried the timing is all wrong. And yet... not my circus, not my monkeys. You're familiar, yes? I have to remind myself of this all the time. If I ruled the world I would move from task to task, make it efficient or pretty or whatever it needed, and then hand it off to someone to continue running with my changes so I could fix the next thing. If there is a job where you are never responsible for finishing anything you start please let me know.
Oh. Right. I'm okay. I'm not beating myself up. It was long overdue. It's what I need and I'm proud of myself for following through. Sending him positive thoughts as I move forward without monkeys. Sometimes i feel badly, not replying to people who take the time to send me a message... (who have no picture of themselves included).
However, i don't ask anyone anything i'm not willing to do, or do do myself.
The fact they send me a message, likely expecting a reply, says they neither respect me as a person and or my simple wish to see their face, since they have seen mine.
Turn about and all that.
i may be a submissive, but i am not a door mat and certainly have standards and sense of self worth. 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. In the garden of memories we once used to play,
Sharing laughter and tears along the way.
But now the time has come to say goodbye,
As our paths diverge beneath the vast sky.
Though our friendship may be reaching its end,
The echoes of our bond will forever ascend.
Through trials and triumphs, we stood side by side,
Our memories and moments will never subside.
As we part ways and embrace the unknown,
Know that you're cherished and not alone.
Though we may no longer walk hand in hand,
Our bond will persist, like footprints in the sand.
Farewell, dear friend, with love in my heart,
May your journey be blessed from the start.
Our friendship may change, but it will never die,
Goodbye for now, beneath the endless sky. I just read my profile and realised how dry I made myself sound😮.
I have a very good,often quick witted sense of humour, sometimes sarcastic, but never derogatory.
I love animals, I have cats
I'm generally optimistic, I'm well educated, I do a job I really enjoy even though I work a very weird shift pattern,and so tend to have a lot of free time.
Yes,I'm still an old fashioned strict disciplinarian, but I am also a funny, sometimes eccentric, kind, very romantic, human as well.
Just felt I should add that , try to do myself justice.
Any other questions you have, ask away.,I don't bite,well unless you would like me too 🤣
Need someone to care . . . about me . .and give love 1st and build that . . .not only care about sex . . . so down and hurting and more bad just keeps coming in life . . .so need someone to be here Hello Friends, Thank you for reading my post.
A bit about me, I'm 30 years old, a hairy man, and I'm a sucker for snuggles and pampering (my partner).
I am an ENFJ and I LOVE to talk about anything and everything, the quirk is, I don't know how to get the conversation going sometimes. I'm painfully honest, and will never sugarcoat my thoughts and opinions, ask a question you will receive an honest answer.
When my partner enters my life, whoever she may be, Will become the center of my world, and she will be treated as such. I adore babying and intimacy and get more satisfaction from being together than most.
I work 5 days a week as a Sales Associate, for a cell phone company. When I do get my off days, They are spent with whomever I am with 95% of the time, there is going to be the odd occasion where I need to do some things solo since My work requires confidentiality.
I am loyal to my core and Monogamous through and through. When I commit I jump in with both feet and will do everything I can to foster a loving and healthy relationship. I'm willing to relocate to my partner or help her relocate to me if she so chooses, but that would be no earlier than 6 months together. If you can tolerate my quirks and oddities for that long, you're well on your way to being wife material.
What I am Looking for:Someone willing to commit wholly to me as I would to her.Loyalty and honesty. Integrity and trust, I will bare no secrets from my partner and I would hope she would do the same with me.Willing to relocate is a bonus but not required, I'm okay with an extended long-distance relationship, safety is key after all.Age and Body type are not an issue with me, Kids or not, both are okay with me.I'm looking for a soul mate, and a best friend, someone who will go through this journey of life together.
Useful Info about me: I'm Willing to talk about anything and everything, pick something and we will discuss it in detail. Enneagram 6. I like good morning texts and good night texts, I love being in contact with each other even if it's something simple, and I love knowing what is going on in my person's life no matter how silly or irrelevant it may seem. I love knowing my partner's secrets and kinks, and I crave communication, if you're curious about something or want to try something, let's do it!
For those that find this info useful:My primary love language is Touch, Secondary is Quality time.
I'm an open book and if you're curious about anything about me, I will tell you. Just be brave and ask! I won't bite unless you ask nicely, Most of my kinks and turn-ons can be found on my profile, so explore away. If it were different and I wasn't like I am I think I would be happy. Going through life without a care. Getting all the lights on the way to the airport and driving the speed limit, mind you.
A slave asked Me if I liked Myself. I said yes I like Myself but I don't like what I do.
Happy Easter to all.
Paraphrasing, of course.
"Dear beautiful and intelligent Domina, here is a long detailed message outlining why I'm a good candidate to move across country and serve you in all the ways you want despite being 20 years your senior. Let's have a discussion in a live chat so we can get to know each other and see if we are compatible."
20 minutes of conversation that suddenly stops for 9 hours with no warning later-
"Well, I don't keep my phone on me all the time. I have stuff to do."
Because of course, walking away mid discussion without saying 'hey, I need to go do something' or even having the courtesy of admitting 'hey, I'm not feeling it, but I appreciate your time' would take too much effort.
Age does not always mean wise and being raised in the older generation still doesn't mean they have manners.
This is what you guys are up against - proving you are the pearl in a sea of dregs. Masochism can be defined as the condition in which one’s sexual and psychological gratification is derived from suffering. While physical masochists draw pleasure from painful sensations, emotional masochists find pleasure in experiencing negative feelings. Some examples of these feelings might be humiliation, terror, jealousy, loneliness, and worthlessness. Emotional Sadists derive sexual and psychological gratification from inflicting or witnessing the emotional anguish of others.
Her previous Dom turned up at our house late one night with two of his mates He was saying things like where is your slut wife? Ive brought a couple of cocks for herThey had all been drinking and came straight from the pubI tried to explain that it was late and she had gone to bedHe went straight upstairs saying he was going to wake herI found out the next day when she told me that she was awakened when he pulled the bed covers completely off the bed She sleeps nude He made her suck his cock before dragging her out of bed by her hair She tried to put her house coat on but he wouldnt let herHe dragged her downstairs and into the front room naked in front of his friends This is Teds slut wife Holding her in front of them he pulled on her hair until she said yes, She loves big cocks dont you? again he pulled on her hair until she said yesThis went on for some time making her crawl on the floor barking and panting like a dog He made her Grunt like a pig and all three were laughing and making jokes about her I was told to go and fetch her whip and cat of nine tails he knew we had because he had used them on her before All three took turns whipping her leaving marks all over her He held her arms behind her back while the other two took turns whipping her tits She was crying her eyes out at this point They used beer bottles to masturbate her and even had her licking their shoes.
They ended up fucking her in all holes They totally abused her as I could do nothing but watchAfter they left we went to bed and I gently made love to her She admitted to me that she loved every moment of her ordeal Her cunt was absolutely saturated so I knew she was telling the truthShe once said to me that it is not about the sex, she can walk into any bar and get a man for sex For her the sex is nice but it is all about the pain and humiliation She can get a man to tell her how beautiful she is but again that is not what she wants deep down
PLEASE READ BEFORE RESPONDING I am NOT interested in cross-dressing, cuckolding, Do me Dom males or any sissy- baby dynamics, bi couples, or cat owners. If this doesn’t align with you, don’t respond. Respectful, straightforward replies on. Some days it's about the protocol, some days it's about the discipline, other days it’s accepting kindness, or cruelty.
There are people who are happy with one flavor of this, not me. Being locked into only one mindset shows no creativity and no adaptability.
i try to remain flexible, i know the more flexible the better (in mind & body). A comon question we get is what is a typical day like there is no definite answer but I will post one anyway
A typical day for you would be. Well that depends on how you fit in. What chores you would be able to do and your work schedule as well. But you would be assigned both indoor and outdoor chores some need done daily and some once or twice a week.
In real life here most of our life seems vanilla outside of you having to ask permission to go to the bathroom, get a drink, eat, enter or leave a room that either me or my husband is in, to get dressed, to go outside or leave the property, and other things as well.
We do have play night usually on Saturday night but sometimes we opt for movie night instead.
We attend events like spanking parties we went to one last weekend in Dallas for example. She knew she looked good.
The men at the bar thought so too!
Who would it be?
She picked up her hand bag and slowly made her way to the ladies room.
She admired her mirror image.
She freshened her perfume and lipstick.
Tugged her skirt into place.
Washed her hands.
Her heels clicked on the tiled floor.
Heads turned.
Letting her leather jacket fall open she leaned forward at the bar.
Her full figure bottom was attractive under the skirt.
Accentuated and flared by her corset.
Bar napkins in one hand, bowl of mixed nuts in the other, she clicked back to her seat on the couch.
She leaned back in her seat.
Closed her eyes.
Smiling to her self, she dangled her shoe.
The music filled her breasts.
They heaved in their confinement.
Opening her eyes, a very young and very handsome man in a black suit had slid from the bar and hovered at her table, two drinks in hand. Time took me back a bit and it made me think of the game we used to play out on the streets. I remember standing watching the kids turning the rope, while the others jumped over it. How, I wondered, did they know when to jump? Was there a way of calculating the right moment to run in and raise your feet off the ground? But standing watching didn't help. Eventually, i just had to go for it... and that's when i realised that skipping isn't something you can work out in your head, you have to feel the rhythm by actually doing it.. this goes much for anything in this life. Collarspace guidelines prohibit "trans exclusionary hate speech, consensual non-consensent, things which are unlawful, othering, culturally insensitive or hurtful". This and similar is common across social media.
It's as if PC Principal has invaded and occupied our online spaces:
https://youtu.be/Vvc1nxlJb-o?si=Jn3aS5FR-HX_E-8F I am tired of let people in.... I feell stupid for trusting. I'm tired of finally letting my walls down, opening up and to someone who has such a special and major important role in my life.. only to be discarded at the slightest change of mood. People just don't care what it does to a person. My feelings.. matter.. I am who I say I am.. Some people want to just form a judgment and assumption of me unfairly and to disregard my truth because they find some created idea in their mind to be more legitimate. So they pick manufactured fiction formed by their imagination... over the facts and truth from the source.. yeah.. that makes a whole lot of sense huh..
I think I need to learn that if someone wants to believe the worst about me, then they were looking for an excuse. I just want to say these men who message me deep and all acting like they care for me or my well being and like they have my back and talk to me every day and block me over nothing?? Please do not put me through this and play games with me.. Please. I have been through enough and you have no care for the emotional hell and self loathing and mind fuckery you leave me to stew in.. My mental health matters and there is no need to lead me on and let me drop. I need to keep putting myself out there to find the right one for me, but the fallout from the disbelief and hurt and confusion.. It makes me feel an absolute fool for believing someone who seemed genuine with a real interest in me.. That's a mind fuck. My psyche cannot keep taking this kind of unfair and immature mistreatment.
Please... I just want someone real, for once. Not put on or an act or manipulation. Just be real. The problem is I get so many useless messages that the good ones get buried. If you actually sent something worth reading and I didn’t reply, go ahead and resend it — I probably missed it in the chaos.
I want to be clear...here are my hard limits...
Kids
Animals
Choking
Guns
Orgies/Gangbangs
Swinger type events. I am into the power exchange not group sex
Cuckold
Scat
Serious Public Humiliation/ Sarcasm/ Degradation/ and/or blackmail
Diapers
Pacifers
Bottles
Dont ever call me mom or mommy
Age Play
Animal Play, no pony or puppy role play either ( can be done at very infrequent times but not for all the time)
Sissy play (some femme is ok)
Needle Play
Tattoos /brands, unless you are collared I won’t tattoo you ... and even then I probably won't.
Blood Play
Illegal Drugs and many legal ones
Smoking/smoke
Untruthfulness
Ass to mouth. I will not take things from your ass and expect you to put them in your mouth
Death play
Vomit
Occultism
Paranormal things
Vampirism
Poppers or drugs I had some lovely intro messages today, was nice to be introduced to the civil side of this site.
I did notice in the wave of change one message that is still behind the times.
Instead of introducing, or building rapport they offered a time stamped plan which included several hours of satisfying their one-sided fantasy.
The itemised itinerary marked 4pm you do this to me 5pm you do this to me 8pm you do this to me.
I do 6 hrs of unpaid overtime a week to help members of the public and now you want me in my 1 day off on my weekend to spend hours milking your fantasy. In the great words of Elton John will you F-off.
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i do not chase submissives. That is not who I am. I will inform you that you will only receive what you put into a relationship with me. If you expect me to message constantly with demands and orders, you will be sorely disappointed. I have better things to do than bark orders at a blank mind. If I wanted a gimp, I would own one already. My lifestyle demands honesty and respect. I respect those who approach me and I expect the same in return. If you cannot muster basic respect and honesty, I have quite the vocabulary to express my disdain for your lack of upbringing and failure to be worthy of my attention. In the words of the awesome Tracy Chapman
I am too old to go running around wasting my precious energy 6 Minths Post
6 months post break up.
Post world upside down
post everything.
The what if is strong for some reason
If I'd come home early and just started packing, said i know you've been cheating, I'm done.
If I'd stopped fighting sooner.
If If If
All of them don't matter, it's done now.
I am sorry I put you to the side
I'm sorry your drinking got so badI'm sorry we lost us.I'm sorry I wasn't enough. August 7, 2024 – Cock Hungry Slut gets his CHERRY POPPED TODAY !
I'm changing the name of one of the guys who have been hanging around for quite some time.
The first met him when he was single. He loved having toys shoved up his ass. But that was our limit. But he was young and hot and I definitely enjoyed playing with his ass. It was common occurrence to have him hop up into the sling and shove all manner of things in his hole to stretch him.
Then he disappeared for a while. It turned out he got married. And after a while he made the decision he wanted to play again, so we did.
Now, he has outed himself to his new wife and they have opened the relationship and she has turned him into a cuckold. He tells me he's looking forward to sucking a guy's cock after that cock has fucked his wife. Or maybe eat some guys cum out of her snatch when some random guy is done using his wife. And eventually, maybe have someone fuck him while he's eating his wife out.
But he has to start somewhere. And that somewhere was losing his virginity with me today. I get to pop his cherry today and leave my load inside him.
When he arrived I was already naked sitting in my chair with a hard on. I told him to strip and get on his knees and suck my cock. As he stripped he was wearing a micro cock cage. It had a belt around his waist holding it up. It was one of the extremely small micro cages made of metal.
He had briefly sucked my cock once before a few months ago, but today was especially exciting knowing that cock was going to penetrate his ass today.
Oh my God he was good at sucking my cock. Maybe I was extra excited knowing I was going to fuck him for the first time and leave my load inside him. But while on his knees in front of my chair, I watched intently as my cock went in and out of his mouth.
I grabbed a handful of his hair, I grabbed it hard, and I forced him down on my cock. I just wanted to see how far I could push him both literally and figuratively. It appeared that he was willing to take any amount of abuse. But if he's going to be a cuckold, he needs to get used to being used.
He would choke occasionally and I would reassure him that was normal. That he would get used to a cock in his mouth. And eventually his wife would be having him suck on cocks much larger than mine, so he better get used to it.
After about 10 minutes of cock sucking we decided to clean his ass out. I led him to the bathroom and told him to get down on all fours. I got the old fashioned rubber enema bag out of the closet and unscrewed the top. I let the tap water run until it was warm. I filled the red rubber enema bag almost completely full of water then screwed the tube back on the bag.
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Master's WritingsFoundations: Commanding vs LeadingI came across a Dominant who appeared to miss understand the difference between leading and commanding. A thing seen too often in the lifestyle, where these two terms become red into one, yet for Dominants they should be viewed as quite different.Command is a singular act at a specific moment in time. A direction given to another to do something and when that thing is done, the moment is over. There is no longevity, no lingering emotion or sense of something larger. Command exists to accomplish a specific thing at a specific moment - nothing more.Leading, on the other hand, is a process that cannot be accomplished in a single moment in time. It is more about a direction than a specific action and as such requires vision of the goal as well as awareness of the individual. It involves motivating, developing and inspiring people into action. Leading requires both the skill to communicate and the presence of a leader to identify the goal and describe the path how to get there.When command and leading become interchangeable, they typically devolve into commands strung together and submissives running to accomplish tasks, under the pretense of leading. Even though sometimes these tasks have legitimate value in the development of a submissive, in the larger scope, they miss the mark because what gets communicated to the submissive typically lacks the values, principles, and/or underlying lessons that connect the submissive to the dominant or to the lessons to be learned.So is one better than another? They are the equivalent of a scene compared to a dynamic. Commands are adequate for a single scene, yet commands will never provide the foundation for a power-imbalanced dynamic. For this, Dominants must lead and lead with vision of what they intend to create, clarity of roles, a sense of purpose about why even the little things matter and the commitment to live path they set forth, committing to the same level of quality they expect from others. You are too uptight and Never said you had to have multiple partners but you are way to dominant. You can deny this all you want but it is very clear and apparent. You might think you can submit in a committed relationship but you can’t. You won’t. It’s him conceding to your will and happiness. And that’s not submission. Its role play. And your excuses and justifications do not make this any less true. I’m sorry you don’t want to hear this and ignore its validity but it is true. You simply don’t care and then wonder why it’s so hard for you to find someone.
Someone wrote this to me, all because in response to a statement he wrote, I responded I dont just play with anyone, I am not a slut. Goddess has been away, as life intruded, for some time. Imagine Her Joy at finding on Her return a slave uncovering a new dimension to herself and immediately reconnecting with Me and another girl sending energy to Me that she had hidden from herself for years, trusting in Goddess to help her grow.
Worship and devotion is lovely. The intimacy of being seen and valued and spending time with Me cannot be overstated.
These two give Me great and tremendous joy. Others do as well. but this entry is for them. I hope they both smile as they receive My Blessings.
if this sparks a yearning in you, especially if you are lost and shy and wish for happiness through devotion, message Me. My Abundance awaits. 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 Earlier this week was my 50th day in chastity, without orgasm. It is the longest I have ever endured and Miss B has been tormenting me a lot about it. She has made it very clear that I shouldn’t expect release any time soon.
Miss B’s rule gets stronger every day. She is my Queen and Goddess and she is breaking me down to be the toy and sissy that She desires.
Miss B is everything I have ever dreamed of and so much more besides. I am a very happy toy!
Well It is Reserved its accomodation at Hotel Zero, VIP passes x3 for Montreal Fetish Weekend and flights booked.
I had guests fetish Model friends from the UK and another Dom who was claiming it till something happened to him coming all with it.
Now it feels lost that it might be going to this event by itself. Till it finds it feet there and hopefully like other Newbie first timers to this MFW event we get thru The Meet and Greet cocktail first night event on the 29th August and meet others to connect with especially for the play parties. If you are going to approach me in a written format, take the time and care to write. Present yourself well in a written medium. If you don't like to write, we probably aren't compatible. If you can't be bothered to write, we are definitely not compatible. If you express yourself better in person or over the phone feel free to say so, but don't expect me to automatically make an exception and progress to a voice or video chat if you won't take the time to write a decent introduction first. I love to watch a Dom's face as he holds me, sometimes mean and sometimes sweet but always controlled. l love to watch his face as he holds me down, sometimes forceful and sometimes playful but always with determination.
I love to watch his expression as he prepares the room with determination that what he plans will turn out the way he wants and expects.
i love thr Ds exchange that happens once we have bonded. It is a very beautiful feelin. Trust is built and you know that if you're in trouble and you reach out to your Dom, his words will be the right ones. They always were and are even today. Further to my previous entry:
As I sit here in Dubai, caught in the uncertainty and danger of the recent conflict, I find myself reflecting on something simple yet telling. I felt a sadness that she could not offer even the most basic human expression of concern. Not because I expected comfort or rescue, but because her compartmentalisation and defences run so deep that even a small gesture of care was beyond her reach. It is a quiet disappointment, not in her as a person, but in the limits that life has carved into her. I would have reached out to her without hesitation. She could not do the same, and that truth settles heavily, even as I accept it. Didn't get through a little challenge called LockTober... it's a fun excuse for for people into chastity to go a month without an erection or jerking off... if you're into the fetish it's like Jack Skeleton discovering Christmas Town for the first time...
I lasted like 2 weeks.
But my friend is dope, and after communicating (she's also an ex) boundries, she turned around and was like, "Now about your pennence..." And I basically agreed to be her slave for a month.
She had me jacking off everyday, picking out girly clothes, but then made me stop all orgasms 😨, and start wearing the underwear and etc., November 1st... on top of locking me back into a chastity cage full-time. I know it's a weird fetish... but omg.
She knows me well, she's trans, and she knows how to make me really like her form of domination. Chastity just MAKES me so damned subby, and girly, and slutty, and over the moon kinky. Words don't convey the feels... the lustful horny cravings are unbearably intense at first.
But it calms down, and you get kinda gentled..
I woke up yesterday and feeling in my heart she was honestly becoming my domme again. She's long distance and has her own primary relationship (I love being poly) so I'm starting to look for munches and make local friends in the lifestyle.
Oh I wanted to explain the pictures I'm uploading... *edit I'll upload photos later when I can allow my profile to go into 'validating' mode for a few days.*
My KH sent me another package, and it steps up the feminization a bit.
We kinda renew our arrangement, for another week, every Friday.
She's like, "Do you want to stay locked up for another week Kitten?" And at this point I'm just plainly honest, "Yes please, I'd like that very much."Then she'll somethng like, "Good boy."And I kinda just melt 🥰.
Anyways, it helps this little anxious commitaphobe from getting nervous. = ) Atlantic
Sleep Token
Call me when they bury bodies underwaterIt's blue light over murder for meCrumble like a temple built from future daughtersTo wasteland when the oceans recede
Marry in the morning, earn your bitter fatherIt's easier to try not to eatSo flood me like Atlantic, bandage up the trenchesAnything to get me to sleep
I woke up surrounded, eyes like frozen planetsJust orbiting the vacuum I amThey talk me through the damage, consequenceAnd how it's a pain they know they don't understand
Sobbing as they turn to statues at the bedsideI'm trying not to crush into sandSo flood me like Atlantic, weather me to nothingWash away the blood on my hands
Call me when they bury bodies underwaterIt's blue light over murder for meCrumble like a temple built from future daughtersTo wasteland when the oceans recede
Don't wake meDon't wake meDon't wake me upDon't you wake (don't wake me) me upDon't wake meOh (don't wake me up)
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. BOYS AND GIRLS MY FET IS
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Now quick jump and follow me over there also!!! 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 Ooooo...I was *just* about to take off to Alli's Birthday Party when I realized that I Locked My Fucking Vehicle & House Keys Inside The House.😖😖😖😖😖😠😠😠😠😠😡😡😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬
Yeah, this time I actually *did* get Fucking Irritated.I get Annoyed/Fucking Annoyed every fucking day (to VaryingDegrees), unfortunately, but I get Irritated maybe 2-3 times yearly.This was one of them.
(I used to have a BAD Fucking Temper years ago...Embarrassing...& No Patience either. Damn Embarrassing. 😑😑😑😑😑)
I'm actually not used To Being Rushed. I'm A Loner, so I'm used To Taking My Time, but this time I gave in To Family's Wishes & when that happens then Dad Starts Rushing & Pressuring (that's why years ago I Finally Quit Going To Restaurants With Him, or even At All), & when someone starts Rushing me then I start Getting Annoyed...then maybe Irritated, so then I might then Make Mistakes.I Prefer My Own Pace.When I realized what I did, "my balloon popped" & I knew that I was NOT Going Anywhere Now. Suddenly I Had Work To Do: Breaking Into The House (freshly-showered, cleanshaven, well-dressed, smelling good, blah-blah)...Time-Consuming Annoying Hassle but a Must, certainly before I get in A Worse Mood too, sooo...yeah, I had to determine Which Window To Remove The Screen From & whoaaaaa...first Kill That Goddamned Big W Nest that was in the way that I suddenly noticed.
🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 So one day you find you have lost the one thing that makes you whole.
Taken without rhyme or reason.
You devote your life to other aspaspects. Your daughter, work, your home…
She grows up and begins her own life. Work was good and helped you live a good life.
But suddenly you find yourself in a quiet moment and the darkness swarms in.. you miss the control.
You miss the power.
You use the tenderness.
You miss a touch.
But the world you knew has changed. You’re expected to be brash and expected to put your life out there for all to see.
I had intimacy. I have safety. I have protection and received absolutely devotion.
I took when I desired, and I held when she cried. Why can I not find someone who wants the same?
And no I am not trying to replace her, or cling to a lost memory of control.
I mean why has the world changed so much, that just wanting more than play is seen as old fashioned. Service person
I was out walking along the board walk that runs in front of my condo along Puget Sound. This mile long walkway is busy with pedestrians many with their dogs getting their daily exercise in a rather spectacular setting: delightful.
Anyway, most all one might encounter are vanilla types or if they are into D/s not ‘out of their particular closet.’ Most are older with various infirmaries, but, ambulatory. Many have dogs that are poorly trained. Dogs that jump at passersbys or are otherwise ill trained. Occasionally, there are service animals providing protection, direction and confidence to their owners. Rarely, there are guide dogs seeing for their blind wards.
Behind me, as I walked, trialed, one and one half step and slightly to my left thank you, my slave property. it walked, as it should, with its eyes focused on my heels with its mouth firmly shut. When I stopped it stopped, as it should maintaining its distance and focus.
I was stopped by a chatty elderly woman, vanilla no doubt, that wanted to engage in ‘pleasantries’ for her, no so much for me. Anyway, I put some effort into agreeing it was a beautiful day and dog owner should be more careful to pick up after their mutts etc.
Breaking my boredom she asked, “and who is this with you?” It then dawned on me what her reason probably was for interrupting my walk.
“This is a service person in training.” I said without prior intent or particular consideration for all honest things in my life.
“What in the world is a service person?” she demanded.
“Well, (have you noticed how much BS is started with ‘well?’) there are people in the world that have various chronic afflictions that need careful monitoring. Everything from sleep walking to certain types of epilepsy to cardiac conditions etc. Some people have combinations of these afflictions. Although dogs can be trained for some situations training a dog for combinations gets impossible. And so, humans of a certain type are trained to the task.”
She was not particularly impressed with my creative explanation, although I confess I enjoyed it a lot. “So what do I call you?” she addressed my slave. Now it knows it does not interact with others without my express permission. So, it looked at me with the ‘what do i do now’ look.
“You will have to excuse my trainee for not responding. Just like the service dogs you might encounter, it (I did slip up with that ‘it’ she was vanilla after all) needs not be distracted by attention from others. You know like petting or talking to it (oops again).”
With that I continued on my way with slave in trail. As I walked I was designing T shirts that proclaim service person in training for it and service trainer for me or some such variations.
Anybody know where I might get T shirts custom printed?
Sighs....Well for some reason I can't upload my recent Wax Play pics in my photo gallery, it took me YEARS to find SAFE, RELIABLE Wax Play partners to entrust my mental and physical well-being to actually play with. I enjoyed both scenes immensely! Smiles
Smh, and I can't even get approval to post them here on Collarspace? Rolling my eyes
Wow.
BUT! Others posting their genitals, asses and boobs are allowed...Which isn't even considered kinky to me, but whatever. Thank goodness for Fetlife as that will my only account to feature my kink adventures visially on.Shrugs
Lol
-Katota
4/26/24 LOL Some of ya'll are just pulling My leg now...
..."Another one gone, another one gone, another one bites the dust...yeah"
I'm learning to embrace this process. No doubt other dominants will agree, this 'finding' process hones you to a fine instrument of decisiveness and determination and deliverance.
One unfortunate aspect, at least in My experience, is that the nincompoops flood ones bloody inbox with so much wasting of time that they bury the sincere inquiries. Oh well, THANK God I have some hopefulls in the wings. Let's say a prayer they fly true and straight!
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I've been wanting to say a word to all the dominant and submissive men I've had the pleasure of speaking with here who are or who have been caregivers (admitely I don't often speak with women caregivers). The amount of you who have cared for mothers and wives, Mistresses and sisters, daughters, grandmothers, aunts and on... You have surprised Me with your care and your strength, inturn sharing your strength with Me and adding to My own convictions and care. THANK YOU for all that you do! You all are true gems and what would the world be like if not for the men who care for us? For those of you whose loves have passed on, My heart goes out to you as you journey foward after the battle you have endured. May you find peace and kindness and mutual hearts to heal after the storm. For those of you who continue on as I do, nurturing those whom we love and care for, may you find the strength to continue giving your grace and goodness. I hold a tender place in My heart for those who give of theirself and I pray for us all ways. May God bless you and keep you and those whom you love, in grace. You are not alone and you are loved. damn got it all wrapped up....this is talking about the imagery and also the real life of us that are dark goddess priestess vibes...those who either have their warrior/men of action dark dudes or who are holding out for theirs to come to them...and then girlies like me who are naga the serpent who ejected themselves from the entire equation.
this talksssss about mature topics of power dynamics, what the issues are on both sides, why opposition both in real life and in media keeps us seperate, what happens when/if one of us comes together..and the wildness of ladies like me who are on the roam by ourselves. sooooo warning placed.haha.
for this deep dive we are going back to the classics of anime. especially a classic that was brought to american back in the 00s.
gundam wing(i could've added gundam 08th ms team for that jungle vibe because the main couple is a similar vibe but i didnt)
and slayers
from there we are going to specifically look at three romantic couples that despite enough evidence or direct source material that shows these couples are romantic based the entire fandom tends to question if they are 'legit' or not.
we are talking about:
1.xellos and filla
2. zelgadis and amelia(this one grinds my gears to the end of time that the fandom continuously rejaspects them and falls for the okie dokie bait and switch that zelgadis deserves to be with the good easy docile girl??? we'll talk about that more..this is literally cannon...it's literally in the original work, this isn't fanfiction???)
3. heero and the queen herself relena
talk about a whole ass power couple of infinite strength and finesse that so much of the fandom just can't handle.
the finale person that is not in a couple that i'll be talking about is the one and only naga the serpent. as a young lady who matured physically very early seeing women with big breasts that were often sexualized, tried to be shamed for how their body is, their innocent and playful and wild nature being taken advantage of, and their loud boisterous ways...and yet they always stand on top..they were confident, they leaned into the sexuality that naturally forms from a body like that and make it look good for them. they wielded the sexuality that was given to them in a way that the men and women around them couldn't stand. and only the bad bitch pack could handle it...the archetype of naga tended to never have a man..but if they did the man was a wild one that let her be free and didn't try to cage her and was the supportive ground to her wild nature.
OH HO HO.
and you know a bitch practiced that daily as annoying young otakus do and perfected it.
and you know a bitch practiced that daily as annoying young otakus do and perfected it.
now that the scene is set, we are going to discuss a few topics.....how ameila and filla are literally high priestesses and while they are the light, the are fiery spunky and have a dark goddess vibe.....they have a side of them that the love and light people are often shocked, embarrassed, and disgusted by. and naga is the straight up dark goddess.
we have the men zelgadis, heero. and xellos the man of action. the warrior men, the dark brooding dark gods on display. the men in the fuckin trenches who aren't sweet, who aren't tender but are highly emotional and empathetic due to how life has shaped them.
and then we have the whole juxtaposition.
all of these people are not average people..they are cosmic beasts. powerful, agile, stronger, and more competent than the average person in their world. and the men and women tend to be engaging in their flirting, push and pull, dynamic, and attraction in a subversive power play due to the intense immensity of them.
vanilla people cite that heero trying to kill relena is a reason they can't be a couple. every either part time, fantasy, or someone like me who is a innate lifestyler where it's apart of my natural personality knows that when relena looked at heero with that face they were simply flirting and we knew it was over for her. it was the combo of the thrill the intrigue and the emotional oh hey there good lookin. i'd say if anything besides the fact that vanilla people were looking at it in a normal romance context the clunk was that they were so young. give it time for heero to cook and he'll get that devious dangerous flirt more refined.
u/littletwinstarspeace - the power of 3 will set you free? 3 priestesses and 3 warriors get together..or do they? how does their union which can totally be romantic, but often doesn't, transform the world? how does this work out in real life? and what about the dark goddess who ejaspects herself from…
u/littletwinstarspeace - the power of 3 will set you free? 3 priestesses and 3 warriors get together..or do they? how does their union which can totally be romantic, but often doesn't, transform the world? how does this work out in real life? and what about the dark goddess who ejaspects herself from…
u/littletwinstarspeace - the power of 3 will set you free? 3 priestesses and 3 warriors get together..or do they? how does their union which can totally be romantic, but often doesn't, transform the world? how does this work out in real life? and what about the dark goddess who ejaspects herself from…
and well naga being so powerful and without a dude is she realllllllllly running into those dangerous gangs of men where she usually gets some sort of kidnapped or tied up just for shit and giggles?
u/littletwinstarspeace - the power of 3 will set you free? 3 priestesses and 3 warriors get together..or do they? how does their union which can totally be romantic, but often doesn't, transform the world? how does this work out in real life? and what about the dark goddess who ejaspects herself from…
so we'll be talking about their relationships as the man on the ground the dark goddess priestess, their power dynamic-y ways....why so many especially traditional people don't see these people as actual romantic husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend, lovers, partners, what keeps them separate, why even when they are clearly the pair they tend to be tempted by women who aren't on their level such as lena or distracted by the young lady in kingdom waltz, why it seems in spite of the obvious synergy between these that these men tend to end up with the more docile mismatched woman that they have sexual and fleeting passion for, what the challenge is for the woman, what the challenge is for the man, what happens when these power couples never get together and why in writing and story they do everything in their power including insert some mismatched woman that they usually end up with instead to keep them away, when someone like naga says fuck the system i'm ejecting myself from all this storyline and paving my own way
AND HOW THIS TRANSLATES TO REAL LIFE.
because for some of us bdsm and power dynamics are real.
magic is real.
esotericism is real.
there are real dark goddess vibes, high priestesses, knights, men of action, warriors, and though we don't see it as visual as the media we have our own magic that we wield. and these pairings and the entire thing is a very real real world issue. or situation.
my answer is riding with naga to all this conundrum, peace out and jump off the plane with no safety net or par No one stays around for long. This is the famous words, I hear: "I don't think I can relocate after all, have lived here all my life" "I need some space to clear my head, it's not you, I am just so confused" "I can't get you out of my head, I tried by not talking to you and it just made me want to talk to you more, I just want to be with you, but I am so confused,"
And in all of this?? "It's NOT you!" What else am I suppose to think?
BOYS have your ducks in a row, BEFORE a Mistress spends time directing you, with her words and stories, to begin the molding of your spirit to her will. That is just a small example of what I have gotten. This is also why a Mistress usually talks to several boys at the same time.
School for the Bi-curious
For those boys who need just a little ‘push’
BC101 Introduction to Bisexuality
Course Overview
Course involves 5 classroom experiences, each dedicated to providing students with the training necessary to reach new levels of self-awareness. Each class is conducted by a lead femdom instructor and an assist femdom instructor. Instructors will be fully clothed unless decided otherwise. Below is an outline of each session along with learning goals and student assignments.
Before the start of class
Students accepted into the program will be assigned a partner - a BC Buddy - deemed to be a good match based on a variety of factors including age, station in life, education, and personality. Students will be designated as either ‘heads’ or ‘tails’ to facilitate ive decisions involving student interactions. Two weeks prior to the start of class students will meet with their assigned instructor one-on-one to go over the syllabus and discuss expectations. In addition, students will be fitted for a chastity device to enable a two-week adjustment period prior to the beginning of class. Finally, students admitted to the program will be required to take an HIV test prior to the start of class.
Overview of Classes
For each class, students will be given very explicit instructions in order to relieve participants the burden of decision-making. Prior to the beginning of class students will agree that all instructions will be followed without question and that the only talking allowed will be when directed by the lead instructor. Instructors will rotate each session between lead and assistant instructor roles.
I. Class One/Two
A. Section A – Curriculum and Student Responsibilities
Section A begins with students kneeling facing the lead instructor. The lead instructor will go over the syllabus so that students will understand their responsibilities. Below is a possible EXAMPLE text the lead instructor might use:
“Both of you are here because we all know this is where you belong. It’s time for each of you to take the next step and as your instructors we will make sure you both graduate this program. Now on to the curriculum.
Today one of you will learn, through a guided approach, the oral technique outlined in your syllabus. Next week the roles will be reversed and the process repeated. Of course, a man is not fully bisexual until he has experienced having another man’s cock in his ass. Classes three and four will follow a similar format with each student experiencing anal penetration from another man. Our fifth and final session will be the graduation ceremony where students will be guided through a demonstration of your newly learned skills. The graduation ceremony culminates in what we refer to here as ‘popping the bubbly’. Each student will be required to swallow a load of their partner’s cum. There may be other instructor interns present at the graduation as deemed appropriate.
Students will be graded on their enthusiasm and mid-term grades will be provided by the end of session 2. The student with the highest grade will be rewarded by being allowed to decided who will be the bottom for session number 3.
Disciplinary recommendations are spread throughout the curriculum. The assistant instructor for the day will be responsible for determining student disciplinary actions which will be carried out by the students themselves. This is a recommendation only. The institute believes students should hold each other accountable. In addition, such activity helps students further understand their own role better. Finally, most of our instructors enjoy watching and learning more about the disciplinary process. NOTE: Since students are graded on enthusiasm, disciplinary actions are expected to be as harsh as ordered by the instructors.
B. Section B – Disrobing and Genital Familiarity
Section B begins with students standing face-to-face in front of the seated lead instructor. The instructor will toss a coin to determine which student will have their clothing removed by their partner first. Upon selection instructor will guide each student in removing the clothing of their BC Buddy making sure that the individual who’s clothing is being removed does not assist.
Once complete, fully disrobed students will be required to kneel side-by-side facing the lead Instructor and begin masturbating slowly as directed in order to begin the arousal process. This will be referred to throughout the semester as the ‘ready’ position. Students will be required to maintain arousal throughout each session.
Next students will be required to shave each other’s genitals as directed by their instructor. A coin will be tossed, and one student will prepare a bowl of warm water while the other retrieves several beach towels to be laid on the floor in front of the instructor. The instructor will then guide each student through the process which will include lathering up the entire region, massaging the cock throughout, and holding on to the cock so all areas can be shaved. Once complete students will be required to assume the ‘ready’ position.
This activity serves a dual purpose. First, students will become familiar with the genital region of their BC Buddy through a slow, directed process. In addition, shaved genitals greatly enhance sensitivity further supporting advancement through the process.
Upon completion the assistant instructor will examine the shaved genitalia. Any evidence of unshaved sections will require discipline. RECOMMENDATION: 5 cane strokes delivered while bent over a chair in the middle of the room. Assistant instructor will count off strokes while the student receiving the strokes will say thank you after each stroke. The lead instructor will instructor the student to deliver the strokes with increasing severity whereby the fifth and final stroke is very harsh. Students will be reminded constantly that they are being graded on their enthusiasm.
B. Section B - Beginning Oral Techniques
As students kneel before their instructor in the ready position, a coin will be tossed to determine which student will be the first to learn a basic oral technique designed by institute instructors and sanctioned as the fundamental oral method of the institute. Once designated the student will remain kneeling and the subject will stand facing the student.
The student will be required to take the subject cock into to his hand and hold it against his tummy while being guided by then instructor to lick the shaft up and down. This will continue until the instructor expands the service area to include the balls. Student will continue the slow and purposeful licking of the shaft and balls of the subject in a slow and deliberate manner being constantly encouraged by the lead instructor. The instructor will then direct the student to guide the head of the cock into the students mouth, very briefly, for the first time. Offering supporting comments like, “doesn’t it feel good to finally have a cock in your mouth?” or “don’t be shy. These activities are designed to take you where you want and need to go.”. Of course, the student is reminded that he will be graded on his enthusiasm and attitude.
Instructor will hand the student a pacifier and instructing him to suck on the pacifier like he was a little baby. He will be told th This is a somewhat tongue-in-cheek, somewhat serious exploration of how to get to know someone via collarspace.com. Or, I guess to put it honestly, how to get to know me.
Step 1. Read the fucking profile.
My profile is not short, but it’s not War and Peace. It has important content in it that will help you know whether we are compatible or not and save your time AND mine. When you see a photo of someone you are attracted to, a compliment is a lovely thing. But if you honestly want to start a relationship or dynamic of some sort with them, read their profile before writing. It’s a form of respect, both self-respect (keep yourself from writing to people who are wildly incompatible with you) and respect for the other.
Step 2. Don’t call me Mistress.
I don’t like unearned titles, and if you MUST address me by a title, Ms. is enough. Don’t call me Miss, don’t call me Goddess, don’t use one of a hundred other unearned titles. If the time comes when addressing me by a title is appropriate to our relationship, you will know and we will discuss the appropriate title at that time. Until then, you may call me Elorin or Ms. Elorin.
Step 3. Three sentence minimum.
This is my 95% rule for responding to a letter on collarspace. A rare exception comes in where I respond to an initial email with fewer than three sentences, but for the most part, that’s the rule. If you feel like writing three sentences is too much to ask from someone with no relationship with you so far, that’s fine. You can choose not to write or you can write less and I’ll just delete your message when I read it. And if you send a long, run-on sentence with no punctuation and capitalization, I’ll treat it as one sentence and delete, even if it should have been three sentences. This is a personal value of mine, and it’s important to me that my partners are literate and able to write and express themselves. I realize that some people don’t do well with writing, or expressing themselves online, and I have made an exception in the past to meet people in person and give them a chance to express themselves in person, but that is rare and again, 95% of the time, if you can’t write and sustain emails with me for a short amount of time, you won’t be compatible with me in person.
Step 4. Don’t immediately ask to go to another media.
Warrior Worship, Service Sub for Service Members, Active Appreciation, Value of Veterans, Uniform Unicorn. However it is described, there must be a clarification made.
For some it’s nothing like the badge bunny! It’s not how You look in the uniform. It’s not that chicks dig scars. It’s definitely not the rowdy stories of conquests.
It’s YOU.
For some of us it is a deep and authentic appreciation for what You have given. The strength and fortitude, commitment and valor. The sacrifices, costs, tolls, consequences, all that You have dedicated.
i am deeply and absolutely grateful for Your Service.
THANK YOU
May You be Worshipped, Cherished, celebrated, honored, appreciated, All day every day!
Hello to all the wonderful Dominant Women here!
i want to share that i am commited to finding a wonderful partner and owner and also commited to being the best slave possible for You!
i am also a real person and a truly submissive gentleman here in the DFW area and welcome Your communication.
Please know that my face is withheld from photos due to a somewhat public career.
Also, even though the photos depic sissy or CD inclinations, i am flexible and do not feel the need to crossdress as i am a fairly normal guy in guy mode but sometimes enjoy some sexy panties :)
i look forward to hearing from You! WOW A year and a half without saying a word to Me.Should I say who ??? After many, many years of talking with eachother. Over 12 years. Deepest and Darkest Secrets W/we both shared. Just like to know if you are doing ok. You can't never trust someone or anyone once you share your pictures with them. And they share them with other's... I could never do that to you,like someone did that to you. Sent your picture to Me of you. Where are you??? Hello, well it has been just a little bit over two years now since W/we_I spoken to you. I Do hope you are ok whom you are ever with now, to be with a He, she or even they. I do hope you are serving who you are with very well. I hope you have a Wonder Holidays that are coming with your family, maybe if you can find the time that you can talk send Me a note I like to know how you are doing... Coachvisits again
Coach came by for what I think was his second visit. He visited in December and this time we wanted to step it up a bit. He wanted fucked. He wanted my cum in his ass. In his words, he wanted treated the way he's treated women most of his life. Like an object for pleasure.
Since he had visited before, he clearly knew where to come and that he was going to be at the correct house. The first time that someone comes for a visit, I always meet them in the driveway. This time, I told him that I would open the garage door and he was to come into the garage. I told him that in the back of the garage, near the door entering the house, he would find a stack of milk cartons. On an empty milk carton was a printed sign.
"Useless pieces of human flesh must put all of their clothing in here before entering"
I told him that I may (or may not) close the garage door after he enters, but he is to be completely naked before entering the house.
As I saw his car pull down the driveway I opened the garage door. I'm sure his heart was racing. Probably beating out of his chest since he knew he was going to be stripping naked in the garage. He was probably praying that I would close the garage door and give him some privacy from the neighbors.
I heard him near the door entering the house and knew he was inside the garage. I waited a moment listening for some rustling of clothing being stripped off before I closed the garage door. A moment later he came thru the door naked as he had been instructed.
I was leaning on the couch playing with my cock. I beckoned him over as he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I honestly can't remember but I think I had a white jockstrap on. At first I was making him lick, sniff, and suck my cock through the dirty jock strap. But eventually I removed it and threw it to the side.
He is a wonderful cocksucker. My already stiff cock instantly got harder as his tongue worked on my cock. Not that stripping in the garage wouldn't already remind him that he was nothing but my property during his visit, but I wanted to reinforce to him that he was absolutely sub human while visiting, so I put a dog collar around his neck. I grabbed the collar by each side and started guiding his mouth up and down on my cock.
His throat wasn't quite adjusted to the sensation of my cock yet, so as I pulled him deep down onto my cock he would gag. Of course this only made me chuckle at him. "Suck my cock, suck Daddy's cock, you know what to do, take that cock down your throat. Go ahead and choke on Daddy's cock."
His cock sucking skills are wonderful and after only being on my cock for a few minutes I felt the need to cum. But I had a lot more in store for him today. I pulled him off my cock and told him to lick my balls. I raised one leg so he could not only get to my balls but almost to my ass as well. Of course this only made me want to cum more.
Read the conclusion of the story at
www.SirKel.top
I am looking for a LTR with a very rarified type of woman. I would like to offer you the world, and everything that comes with it. In the mean time, I am interested in meeting people, learning what's out there, and coming out of my shell a bit. That's hard for me, as I am a giant nerd. I'd like to cook an excellent meal, watch some anime, and have some sexy cuddling. That sounds like my perfect day. Sub thoughts for a Domme;
What pleasure means to me ... as a submissive man, pleasure, to me, is knowing that i am making Her happy, providing a service to or for Her, filling the role that She wishes me to fill, for Her and Her pleasure.
I can do or perform acts that bring me pleasure, but it is empty if She doesn't derive pleasure, happiness, amusement or satisfaction from it. I am always hoping to make Her happy or to provide something useful to or for Her. A disagreement about what type of food to eat, what movie to see, what we are doing for the day .. the bottom line is She will have the final say, the Control to determine those things and to exercise that power when and how She sees fit.
I am happiest knowing that She is happy. To make Her smile or see the approving look in Her face is all the pleasure I need and anything further beyond that is simply icing on the cake.
I think what it means to the exchange between a Domme and Her sub/slave is mentioned in the above, but essentially it means that my pleasure only exists and should only be possible if i am pleasing Her .. it is Her desires and wants that need to be met, and my ability to assist or aid in that brings me great joy and happiness, and is the only thing that really pleases me.
Self-gratification is nice, but hollow and empty as i am not fulfilling the desire and yearning i have to know that i am pleasing Her. I exist for Her pleasure and that is fulfilling.
I look forward to submitting my ego and desires to Her, for Her to guide, shape, influence and control. FAVORITE TV: CSPAN, PBS, HTV, GAME SHOWS, HISTORICAL, WAR, SCI-FI, FANTASY, SOUNDSCAPES.
????????????????????????Senate Advances Pete Hegseth?????????????????????????
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Where is the experience necessary for the job as Defense Secretary -
3 MILLION MILITARY UNDER HIS DIRECTION
Someone who holds contempt for federal workers?
Taking the jobs from federal works and directing the money to make it great for Corporate America.
Why is Pete Hegseth even being considered for this postion? NO management experience for the manager of 3 million federal workers? What? How? A man who furhter displays a loathing for diplomatic relations with the nations of the world we share. Secretary of Defense unequipped to understand the necessity of healthy diplomatic relations in The World. If that isn't enough, he thinks women should not serve in the military becasue women detract and or are ineffectual, or worse, weakening the military due to the accomodation of women because they bleed...and are a source of rape. This is a vulgarly poor arguement for eliminanting representation of the human condition within our military and all of life through the elimination of the female gender. Just another ATTEMPT TO REMOVE A WOMANS GOVERNANCE OVER HER BODY. TO DIFFERENTIATE. TO SEPERATE.
TO ENSLAVE WITHOUT CONSENT.
Removing women in the military is NOT on the table.
Removing a womans sovernty is NOT on the table.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!REMOVE HEGSETH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, here are my profile updates, which unfortunately I can't make to my profile itself. Let's see how much of this actually gets posted.
I am seeking only Dominant Men.
New profile:
**About me****TLDR version:** Male (he/him pronouns) Canberra-based ethical non-monogamist, rubberist slave (open to subbing and bottoming or even being equals) is looking for dominant men, for short term experiences, experiments, play sessions all the way to long term slave relationships. I am looking for local Australian people for a face to face relationship. I am not looking for an online relationship, but am open to relocating for the right man. I am very happy to satisfy your curiousity about latex rubber in a single session or something more long term. W/we may have already chatted/met/played over the past 15 years, as my previous profiles include ozrubbergimp, ozrubberpony and LearnerRubberDom. i was out of the local scene for a few years in the 2010s due to exploring long-distance relationships but I discovered that I need face to face relationships that are moving forward, not online fantasies which end up with long chats that don't go anywhere.**Personal information**I'm a person who:* likes using lists to organise information as my natural inclination is to start too many things at the same time and not finish most of them, which happens to me a lot as an [INFP](https://personalityjunkie.com/infp-personality-type-profile/) when my Extraverted Intuition is in charge :)* Is intelligent, caring, kind and enjoys conversation.* is physically 198cm (or 6'6") tall, of average build (i.e. have middle age spread and am doing something about it) and weigh 118 kilos (ditto). I have grey/brown head hair, blue eyes and little body hair (which may be hard to see under the rubber).* Besides wearing (breathing, smelling, tasting etc) rubber, I am an indoors introvert type of person. I enjoy quiet nights in and not nightclubbing or parties. I enjoy reading and discussing science fiction, history, politics, astrology, psychology, supporting green politics and causes, such as preventing man-made climate change, promoting respect for all religions, supporting the rights of minorities, and living in a world of limits, such as peak oil. My main hobby is playing board wargames published by GMT games, VPG games, DG, Strategy and Tactics, Avalon Hill (RIP).* Potential income-earning skills: besides those that i have gained as a policy wonk employed by the Australian federal public service for 25+ years (literature-based research and analysis; writing short, medium and long reports; managed four staff; project management; contract management) i also can do futures studies and foresight (help you and your organisation develop a vision for the future and implement it); high school science teaching; ecological field work; written communication: drafting, editing, proof-reading.---**How I want to meet and get to know people*** I am patient and want to get to know people well online (chatting, camming) before meeting in person for vanilla dates to talk about our common interests before playing the first time. Sure this way is a slow way, but I want to find people who could travel together with me a long way on a common journey, and so patience and a slow pace is a virtue. I am happy to talk through what I/i am looking for and work through any questions that people might have.* If you have no interest in me, please tell me. I have previously pissed people off by being persistent beyond reasonable requests to stop, so please tell me if you have no interest.* I believe that physical and emotional chemistry is vital between us, even for a play session. So meeting in person is important to establish this early in getting to know someone.* my philosophy is that there are two levels in any scene, relationship or 24/7 life: - at the base level, both parties (dominant and submissive) have the power to enter, continue or leave the scene, relationship or 24/7 life. Both parties have the power to propose, negotiate and consent to what might be included or excluded in it.- at the level of the power exchange, the submissive consents through negotiation to give the dominant a level of decision-making and control for the duration of the scene, relationship or 24/7 life.* my principle is that any participants in any scene, relationship or 24/7 life has a safeword or equivalent. W/we'd only play after W/we met for a meal or two together to check one another out and negotiate what we will do together, as I don't believe in rushing things. Feel free to ask me any questions Y/you like.* I prefer to meet single people, but I am open to playing and relating to people in all types of relationship. If you already in a relationship - well i don't want to be your "rubber affair", and have to compete with your spouse or partner, even if you think cam sex doesn't count as real sex. i am more than happy to play with people if their partner(s) is OK with that. I am discovering that I am curious about in ethical non-monogamy relationships, as I am realising that in Canberra it is unlikely that I will be unable to meet my fetish and emotional needs in the same person.* I am looking for local Australian men, or international men. I am not looking for an online long distance relationship.* My current consent model is FRIES, which stands for Freely given, Reversible, Informed, Enthusiastic and Specific (hat-tip to mishmash). The one that really resonated with me was enthusiastic, not just from the other people I interact with, but for myself. If I find I am not enthusiastic about trying something, it has given me the permission to say no, instead of the mindset of how do you know if you don't try?? And yes, there is something in that, but you can be enthusiastically curious, or not curious at all, and that's ok! For example, it's highly likely that you know that you don't want to lick that shit, even though you've never tried it before, it's ok for you to never try it.* i believe and support and use the sub's / slave's bill of rights:1. Every sub has the right to have their body, intellect, and emotions protected by their Dom.2. Every sub has the right to choose the person whom they serve and to discontinue that service and take their leave without being subjected to physical, mental, or emotional abuse.3. Every sub has the right to be cared for, disciplined appropriately, and allowed to feel pride in their submission.4. Every sub has the right to protected sex if they so wish.5. Every sub has the right to privacy if they so wish. No sub can be blackmailed, publicly humiliated, or physically coerced into service without his expressed desire to be so.6. Every sub has the right to defend themselves from physical, sexual, and emotional abuse.7. Every sub has the right to consent or not to consent to sexual activities.8. Every sub has the right to seek refuge, counsel, and advice from other subs and Dom/mes without the expectation of sex, money, or any other service in return.9. Every sub has the right to a physically and emotionally available circle of friends.10. Every sub has the right to protect his own possessions and finances against intercession, theft, and non-consensual acquisition.---Still here? Still interested? Now on to the kink stuff...## ***Kink information***### **Things that i know about myself that i EXTREME SADIST MASTER OWNER SEEKING FEMALE SUBS OR SLAVES FOR HARD USE BRUTAL TORTURE OWNERSHIP CHASTITY EXPERIMENT MINIMAL/NO LIMITS ETC.
ONLY SEEKING REAL TIME/IN PERSON SUBS SLAVES AND MASOCHISTS BOTTOMS SUBJECTS OPEN TO LONG DISTANCE AND INTERNATIONAL PROSPECTS
PM FOR MORE INFO 8-23-2022 Tuesday night.. i took my shower, my daughter was over and left about 10 or 10 30 PM, i had started to feel chilled and for another blanket.. making for 3 blankets i had on top of me! After suffering so long, an hour or two, and developing a fever of 103.6 degrees. i decided i was not waiting until morning, hoping the fever may break overnight. EMS came, one of them ended up being a second cousin!! That was cool to meet a family member. They got me to the hospital s emergency room and i was kept there until 8 AM, i know this because i had to ask if i could get some breakfast while i was in the emergency room. i was diagnosed with an infection in my wound. For those that do not know.. i have two wounds on my back of my right thigh as the result of having lymphedema. The hospital did not say about becoming septic! That has happened, maybe four or more times, in the past. i stayed at the hospital until September 1st when they transferred me to a skilled nursing care facility for further wound care and therapy. i have not been updated with a tentative release date, yet. But it better come soon! my daughter is getting married next month on October 30th!! Therapy is going very well, they are so happy with my progress. I'm a Marionette
By Abba performed by Ghost
You're so free," that's what everybody's telling meYet I feel I'm like an outward-bound, pushed around, refugeeSomething's wrong, got a feeling that I don't belongAs if I had come from outer space, out of place, like King KongI'm a marionette, just a marionette, pull the stringI'm a marionette, everybody's pet, just as long as I singI'm a marionette, see my pirouette, round and roundI'm a marionette, I'm a marionette, just a silly old clownLike a doll, like a puppet with no will at allAnd somebody told me how to talk, how to walk, how to fallCan't complain, I've got no-one but myself to blameSomething's happening I can't control, lost my hold, it's insaneI'm a marionette, just a marionette, pull the stringI'm a marionette, everybody's pet, just as long as I singI'm a marionette, see my pirouette, round and roundI'm a marionette, I'm a marionette, just a silly old clown"Look this way, just a little smile," is what they say"You look better on the photograph if you laugh, that's okay""You're so free," that's what everybody's telling meYet I feel I'm like an outward-bound, pushed around, refugeeI'm a marionette, just a marionette, pull the stringI'm a marionette, everybody's pet, just as long as I singI'm a marionette, see my pirouette, round and roundI'm a marionette, I'm a marionette, just a silly old clown
I have been asked to update my journal and my relationship status since its been a few years.
I am polyamorous. I believe in multiple loves, multiple relationships, communication, trust and respect for everyone involved. I currently have my own submissive whom I've been with for 10 years. He lives with me and does not expect to be included in my exploits.
I love being poly. I have so much of myself to give. I am looking for a Dom of my own.
If you have any questions and would like me answer them here in my journal please feel free to write me. Why does everyone think I'm joking about fly fishing? I'm on the water more than 30 days a year. When I'm not on the water, I'm tying flies (or teaching it to others.) It only seems natural to seek a like-minded partner so we can share a power exchange dynamic AND our love of the outdoors. That said, my succinct profile seems to still be a problem for many fellows here.
First messages are viewed as a test of the author's respect, mettle and attention to detail. When I receive a "seeking" message ignoring what I seek, it highlights a few key things. First, the author is hyperfocused on their selfish needs rather than recognizing my desires or any congruence between us. Second, I instantly question the intelligence of someone who can't read and comprehend brief, clear profile instructions. Third, I want nothing to do with a man who cannot trouble himself to respect my time (or his own for that matter.) Message to a User about Tonight 3/25/2020 I actually had a pretty good time tonight with the Divorced Dad. We chatted & caught up with each other. About the kids and he finally met someone whose he been dating for a month. Still new and casual but he thinks it's going to lead somewhere. I updated him about my life & school and such. We went to his bedroom and he was naked in a flash and laid back on his bed. I went for it. He has and upward curve so taking it down all the way facing him isn't possible so I went to his side and spread my legs and let him play with my ass as I went down. I got his balls deep in my nose and he loved grabbing my head and pushing me as hard as he could and thrusting upward. I started licking his balls and lapping up and down his cock before I moved southward towards his taint then his ass. He flipped over and I gave him a great rim job for quite some time. He then flipped over and I rode his cock. I have really built thighs and great at riding up and down and doing a lot of the saddle work. He surprised me by grabbing my hips and jack ramming me (He's very muscular) We then did reverse saddle then doggy all in the same me back into him twirling back into him and him thrusting deeper. Laying his body onto mine and pumping hard and speeding up his tempo. We ended with my head over the bed and him fucking me deeply. I did gag a bit. Disappointed in that but he did cum all the way down my throat with his balls at the base of my mouth. We both laughed afterwards and chatted some more. We have stayed friends even when we didn't sleep together and I have an odd habit of sucking a cock & making weird casual yet intimate relationships where I know about what's going on and things. He said he likes how genuine I am and likes that I'm doing well with school & work and that made my night since we haven't seen each other in a while and he sees that things are going well. (I don't see sucking cocks as a detrimental thing lol) Task #1
I was tasked to do an extreme outdoor date. I was to walk to my local beach naked after dark. Once there I was to lock a short hobble chain between my ankles. Then I slipped on a leather blindfold. Next I locked my hands behind my back using a 2hr ice timer. I was in an open area with no where to hide. I'm naked, hobbled, blindfolded and hands cuffed behind my back. I was stuck out in the open for 2 vulnerable hours. I was scared, excited and extremely horny. Anybody could have used me to their hearts content but sadly nobody did. I will definitely do this task again. Funny how you can talk to someone for weeks, things seem to be going great, you plan on meeting, make hotel reservation, then POOF, their gone, account deleted, not answer any outside messages, just gone. Then a couple of days later they start a new profile and act like you don't exist. Think people would have the common curtesy to tell you that there not looking for real life. To those who don't know (and some who do) I am very to the point and come across as harsh and rude. I know the ones I seek, am specific about that and won't settle for less than that just as I dont expect anyone else to settle for less than what makes them content as well.
So to those who send messages saying they want to serve Me, aren't local to Me, tell Me nothing about themselves, as well as how and when they can serve Me, as well as reading what My specifics are ... keep on going. Sending Me unsolicited photos will just get your message deleted. Well, that's another trip around our solar neighbor. Still looking for work, unfortunantly. Still not ready to start looking for a third for our lives again. If you send something asking for us to look at you for consideration, response will one of these three:
1) Not available at this time. (This is dependent on your proximity to us is too far us to consider traveling to meet; if we can't get to you via the RTC and/or finances, this will probably be the response)
2) Maybe we can try. (This is dependent on your proximity to us)
3) No reponse response. (Not that you are invaluable to us, but that we are too far apart to consider the request as probable)
ViperXTC Hey I really haven’t done anything with anyone but I really want to do something!
We can call or chat i’m up to anything
I’m sub but i think i could dom here and there so I’m a switch but sub leaning?
I’m from the Middle East 5”10 i have a dad bod some say that i have a nice voice but I will that for you to decide
I can show my face but only separately from my nudes if you ask for them obviously
I would love to see pictures from your side after we get comfortable with each other
About kink stuff i say lets talk about that on the DM’s
(say [potato] in your message so i know you read this and probably not a scammer please)
Just know that sissy play and CEI isn’t my thing sorry
Thanks for reading till the end I really dislike trying people on. The awkward small talk and insincere laughing, picking through the rolodex to create temporary common ground. Sorting feelings. I don't like dating, don't like more people touching me. I am a one person person. The right person. Maybe a number of people fit that, I'm not of the soulmate mindset. Rather, a click. A feeling. A knowing. Instinct? I tried waiting. Waiting brought sadness and pizza. A lot of time in neutral. Or maybe sleeper mode, good ol' ursa time. I'm ready to wake up. Still don't want to sift through the racks for the right fit, keep your hands to yourself. Maybe just window shop for a while. Or better yet, put myself in the window and see who wants to shop. The flower and the bee, friends. Know your role.
I was in such a serious mode right there, and as I reread for autocorrect typos my dog started snoring. Sweet girl, she brings lightness to my heart. He may come, he may not, but she is mine, and sometimes that's enough. I'm not satisfiedIt's all or nothingThere's no peace of mind for meAnd even though I tryMy greedy heart is hungryI'm not satisfied, you see?
I'm not satisfiedI'm lost and emptyThere's no reason why, you see?And I could live a thousand livesAnd I know I won't be happyI'm not satisfied with me Nobel Prize Committee: George Costanza.
Gears of War (Ginger Fish), Cyberpunk 2077 (Johnny Cash), Arkham Games (Chris Cornell), Left 4 Dead (Kurt Cobain), Dead Til Daylight (Kanye West).
Gotham: Harvey Dent.
Heath Ledger (MI-6 Assassin Services), Nicholas Maynard (French ExSec Bourbon), Cameron Hollopeter (NYU Film School), Andrew Donson (Firaxis Games), Michael Richards (NYPD).
The Matrix: Cypher.
Venus Terzo (British Navy), Keanu Reeves (Hezbollah), Ben Brown (DEA), Sandra MacDonald (Vatican Sudan), Ivar Hennington (UMass-Amherst ROTC).
Harry Potter: Voldemort.
Melinda O'Deele (Mutual Commonwealth Insurance), Joshua Moen (Haverhill Corrections), Ellen Page (Los Angeles Sheriffs Department), Gerald Friedman (Mossad Marine Corps), Marie O'Neill (Vatican Army).
007: Raoul Silva.
Sayed Adnan (DARE), Roland Spencer (Coast Guard), Jenna Silva (Canondroga), William Morgan Jr. (East End Games), Alexandra Gaetano (Coolidge Fund).
Confessions of a Dangerous Mind: Charles Hirsch Barris.
Michael Giroux (French ExSec Monitoring), Stacey Sahar (Nursing Disabled Chattel), Allison Haimes (North Korean Authorship), Matthew Lennox (Forbes Magazine Schlitz), Adam Luciano (Italian Prostitution Services).
Hail to the Chiefs: James Garfield.
Boris Yeltsin (National Rifle Association), George W. Bush (Confederate Southern Army), Edward Kennedy (World Bank Angiulo), Barack Obama (North Korean Gender Services), Hunter S. Thompson (Air Force Drug Enforcement Administration).
Grand Theft Auto: Tommy Vercetti.
Richard Kyanka (Gay Rights Iran), George Soros (Grocer's Unions MI-6), Donald J. Trump (Israeli Cocaine Sales), Marilyn Manson (Russian Intelligence Okhrana), Jack Chick (German Intelligence Comcast).
So I suppose I will update my age to avoid my profile going into the abyss. So I am 64 soon to be 65. And to the "Dom" that suggested that I was 72 since I have been here so long.........well you know where you can go. :) I actually updated my profile last year! And Hi all! I cannot say that I am looking for anything. I just enjoy the friends & mentors I have met here. I do enjoy chatting once in a while. I find I can learn something from almost everyone I talk with. So i'm starting to figure out how to better use this site, and discover it has advantages over Fetlife, where i usually go and waste time. One has to be on it every day to make it work. Logging on and doing things refreshes where one appears in the feeds to other people. Contextual searches are also more possible here than on Fetlife, where browsing for people is an almost hopeless and wearying task because a Boolean search only works on names there. So, i need to leave that one alone and keep coming here often. Still very happy journals are back. The Throne Room
Our friends were meeting us at the dungeon. We tried this scene at home and we ended up pulling out the ceiling chains from the rafters. The set up was for suspension not stretching. So we planned on doing this stretching scene in the throne room at the dungeon.
That was the plan.
The set up was simple. I was going to be in the middle and our friends were going to be on each side of me. My wrists were attached to chains that went to the ceiling and the excess chain hanged down on each side of me so that our friends could pull them.
The dominant watched from the throne placed in n front of me. She would give the order and the chains would be pulled and I would be lifted onto the air with my arms pulled wide.
That was the plan.
For this scene I didn't have much to do. All I had to do was strip down to my string bikini bottoms and attach chains to my suspension cuffs. My arms were spread wide as I waited for the order.
"Stretch her!"
The husband and wife on either side of me started pulling the chains. But they struggled. By flexing my biceps I was able to fight the chains. Two more friends who were watching joined in. Now there were two people on each side of me pulling the chains. By flexing my biceps I was still able to fight the chains.
Two more people joined in. I now had six people trying to pull me apart. I was now on my tiptoes as my arms were being pulled wide and I was being stretched. Two more people joined in. I now had eight people, four on each side, pulling the chains that were now stretching me.
I was now lifted off the floor with my arms tightly stretched by the chains. I let out a long moan of pain as I was being pulled apart. My torturers looked up at my torture stretched body and waited for the order
"Enough!"
They let go of the chains and I dropped to the floor. Spent. I know what I need is a caregiver someone who is available to me 24/7/365. While I don't need a "babysitter" once my ADL's (bathing and dressing me) putting me in my wheelchair, I will train you to run my hoyer lift. My caregiver does not have to lift me that is why I purchased a hoyer and it is electric once I am rolled onto the pad, and I roll pretty good. I can sit in my wheelchair approx 6-8 hours. I will train you which loops sit me up the best for transfer to my chair. I need assistance if I want to go outside my ramp in the house is a little steep, and the one going down outside just the same. This is 2nd year of being an amputee I am not fully adjusted but I am getting there. I am 70 yrs old good sense of humor I think. I take things as they come. I also need a housekeeper. I think I am a pretty easy person to work with probably because I have been on the other side as the caregiver. I am a dominant bbw I like control, and I like structured days. I don't consider myself the norm as far as dommes go. Hell I don't know what normal is. But I do know what it's not and what is happening at my home since I returned is not something I want to continue. I am not the one going to be leaving, granted I am happpy a tenant stepped up so I could come home, but on the other side I never know how she going to treat me one time to the next. What I desire from a D/s relationship
First, I have a nesting partner. Our relationship is totally separate from what I seek, but it would be equally important to me and you must be willing to accept that I am poly, but very demisexual.
With that being said, I want 2 separate households that I will go between equally. The one I currently have and Mistress's household, 24/7, D/s, kinky household with some vanilla elements incorporated. I want a second household within 15-20 minutes of downtown Parkersburg, WV, very private, complete with dungeon, medical room, sensual play space and outdoor play areas. I envision this home to be a place to host munches/events/small parties but also very private with a vanilla facade. I would like 2-5 acres and a big sound house/farmhouse to remodel to suit my needs. This will not be immediate and a rental situation will be necessary initially with the intention of find and establishing a permanent kink home.
I prefer a sub leaning slave but I am not seeking a sub/slave that only wants 24/7 chastity. I enjoy edging, ruined orgasms, forced masterbation, post orgasm torture, etc. I am extremely sexual and want to use my submissive sexually always under my control.
I am actually fairly flexible as how I want my household structure. I am equally fond of the following in no specific order:
A 1950's household
A Mommy/little or middle, but I'm not into diapers, breastfeeding (I'm almost 59 and milk hasn't filled these titties in years 🙄) cribs or high chairs. However, playing with toys, structured bedtimes, structure and a firm hand, kids movies, playing at the park, amusement parks, stuffies and all things child-like I'm very open to. But I would want a sexual little/middle.
A sissy submissive but understand I will NEVER use humiliation or degradation as it relates to being feminized. Any speech or play surrounding the theme that women are weak, pathetic, powerless, less than, etc. will NEVER be used! It is a privilege for me to show you the beautiful world of women and I will not tolerate this type of play. If you wish to escape your traditional alpha male role to explore your feminine side and want to walk in my shoes for a bit, that I will definitely do. I would love more males to understand how wonderful and freeing it is to be female. If you crave humiliation and degradation there are so many other ways of accomplishing this without degrading myself and women in general.
A true slave with all the discipline and intensity as outlined in Ingrid Bellamare's book Owning and Training a Male Slave, however, as I've stated before, I will remove your cage to use you as I desire sexually and put back you back in chastity when I'm not using you.
Also know, I have a good income but I am not independently wealthy by any means and I will not support you financially. You will need some source of income. If you work remotely from home or outside the home, second or third shift would be ideal. I would also consider a porn-based subion service as means of earning your keep.
Finally, I want an optimistic, positive, drama free and happy individual who also will accompany me on trips, attend conferences and kink events, and engage in "vanilla" activities as well. I am a whole person and want you to be as well. 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. The view differs from every bridge. Changing the view from bridges is not easy. It takes a Master. That said, I am The Founding Member of The International Hypocrite Society.
How far shall who look down their nose?
Of course my own view has changed in many ways in many areas. Thankful for that growth. If for not, for each time I have cut my nose to spite my face, I would not be able to share the tip with you.
Smiles all around .... [Just a little piece of erotic fiction (FICTION) I’ve got rambling around in my head]
"What Daddy wants, Daddy gets: Our daily “on display” routine","
I’m not a “little”, and my Dom who I live with is not into age play BUT loves the nickname Daddy. We live together in his fairly large ranch house that has a large 10 foot wide 7 feet tall picture window in the family room that faces our back yard. We have a private fence, but surrounding houses have a 2nd floor so it’s visible to many anyway.
Our morning routine is one of my favorites - I wake up 1/2 hour before daddy does to make some coffee and attend to a few things before he wakes up. It’s my responsibility to prep my pussy to be really and willing to accept whatever he decides to stick in there form the minute he wakes up.
When it IS time for him to wake up I’m his human alarm clock and so make waking very very pleasant! Coffee made the way he wants, appropriate clothes laid out and prepared for his day (work or home on the weekends), and me naked kneeling beside the bed at about the middle of his torso. I get to be creative with how i awaken him, which is a delight for me as I love to be creative!!
This morning I chose to give soft kitten-kisses on his arm that’s closest to the edge, and it gently wakes him up after a few minutes. “Good morning, Kitten,” he says softly in almost a whisper. “Good morning, Daddy.” is my standard reply. “And how are my Kitten’s nipples feeling after their treatment yesterday?” he asks with a knowing grin. “They are throbbing from yesterdays suck-fest, goodness they are tender, almost raw from your gnawing on them for so long! I love it, thank you Daddy.”
As he sits up to roll out of bed, I have slippers ready where his feet will land. He swings his legs out, I guide them into each slipper, and he spreads his legs wide displaying his dominance over me with his gorgeous cock and lovely man-bush at it’s base. He stands and I hold open his robe to slip on.
Before we even begin to move into the kitchen For breakfast, he runs his hand over my hard nipples, flicking them to make them harder - of course today it’s 10 times more intense because of yesterday’s activities. I gasp and all that does is make him pinch and rub harder, dammit! He knows he has my attention, and then slides his hand down to my pussy to ensure it’s wet and ready, which it always is but I love that his fat fingers probes me “just to be sure.”
After a quiet breakfast comes my second-favorite routine and that is the daily display of Daddy’s living fuck toy. I follow him into our family room that has no window coverings and assume my assigned position. “On your back legs wide on the fucking bench, Kitten.” And I dutifully do as told. My head is nearest the window, my pussy the other direction and he begins to fuck me and twist my nipples harder than yesterday - I begin to simultaneously cry and howl as I’m getting wetter from his invasion of my slit.
I tilt my head back to look out the window (upside down view) and I see 2 neighbors peeking out of their houses’ 2nd story's that face our family room window to watch with backs face the back of our house. Earl and Stephen have their pants down or off, and I see them both stroking their wieners in response to todays live-action.
It’s this morning ritual that makes me blush when I see them in the neighborhood or in the grocery store...none of their wives know, or at least aren’t saying they know, and it feels like a dirty secret (which it is!!). After Daddy has filled me with a huge load, he texts Ralph and Stephen to come on over, I’m wet and juicy and ready for them.
Stephen is busy and has to run, but Earl - who is retired - replies he’s coming over. Earl arrives in short order, chats with Daddy in the family room as I’m spread eagle and dripping, making a pool of my juice and Daddy’s jiz. Daddy retreats to the bedroom to get dressed, and leaves Earl free to do as Daddy did and cum in my pussy. (The rule with neighbors is they may come over and do to me what Daddy did, which means they had to pay attention and also keeps them in check with my body-boundaries Daddy has in place.
Earl retired “young” at only 58, but his cock works just as well as a 26 year old’s. He immediately enters my nasty wet pussy and shoves his dick HARD in me, so hard he jolts the table and I slide a little further away which amuses Daddy who peeked out from the bedroom. Earl takes his damn time, fucks me hard for 15 straight minutes, then pulls out and spews his jiz all over my bottom and floor which I’ll have to clean up later.
Left to clean up from the festivities, I hop to it before it dries. I wish Earl a good day, and Daddy is ready to leave and I wish him the same.
Wonder what tomorrow’s activity will be? What is it with females on this site not responding to email? I have tried long, involved replies. I have tried short and succinct ones. I have tried "Please get in touch" notes. I have tried every type of email possible, but always courteous and non-threatening unless her profile specifically states that is not what she wants. I see lots of, "Please give me time to reply. I've gotten tons of responses," journal and profile notes, but they NEVER seem to have enough time to reply, no matter how much time they're given. What's the deal? Is EVERY female on this site a fake? Please, someone come through for me and restore my faith in humanity. We could be a perfect match, but unless you REPLY and we COMMUNICATE, we'll never know. When the opportunity slips away, we'll never get it back. A reply is literally two minutes (or less) of effort for a possible lifetime of reward. Have you ever experienced one of those moments when you can't believe what you're being told? When people say things we aren't expecting to hear, we have a moment when we literally hardly believe our ears. Our immediate reaction is in response to the shock. Once that's settled, we're able to reconsider the initial statement, and our feelings alter. This can happen a few times, over a period of time, until we reach a state of acceptance I'm grateful to Master Dominus11 for permission to reproduce this entry from His journal. It so nicely summarises everything I feel!
slavery is not about suffering - slavery is about service.slavery is not about humiliation - slavery is about humility.slavery is not about pain - slavery is about being present.slavery is not about being used - slavery is about being of use.slavery is not about control - slavery is about letting go.slavery is not about what is done to you - slavery is about what you do for others.slavery is not about abuse - slavery is about acceptance.slavery is not about proving anything - slavery is about being real.
slavery is not about contempt - slavery is about respectslavery is not about how you look - slavery is about how much you care.
slavery is not about denying yourself - slavery is about being open slavery is not about bondage - slavery is about freeing your spirit.
slavery is not about punishment - slavery is about discipline
slavery is not about being unable to escape - slavery is about being committed
slavery is not about submission - slavery is about obedience.
slavery is not about fear - slavery is about trust.
slavery is not about sex - slavery is about love.
slavery is not about pleasure - slavery is about happiness. 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. 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 ¡Nueva publicación en mi blog! No olviden: ¡Suscribir, compartir, comentar y darle "Like"!¡Provecho!
https://amaasht.art.blog/2022/10/10/de-premios-y-castigos/ i have to confess. I am not here for fetishes. I don't think of the BDSM world in the terms of kink. I see it as the world, my life, it's not about fun. It's about serving and submitting. If you want to get me, learn about me, more importantly let me learn about you. if I like you. If i am capable of meeting your needs and wants. Yay! I will happily do so. what is important to me is you, your beliefs, your intellect, your values etc... if I want to see a penis. I'll ask. Otherwise please don't honor me with it. 🏜️
I had my 15 month post cancer treatment scope. The one where they stick the scope up your nose then down in to your throat and look around to check if the tissue is still healthy and take pictures to see if anything has changed. And it's all still good. Nine months until I am past the most dangerous period for it to come back, but not totally out of the woods until 5 year mark. Still getting stronger, except for my right shoulder. Haven't had a dizzy spell in almost a month. The effects of radiation can last up t about 18 months, so I am at 15 months and am almost starting to not feel like I'm 80 anymore. Maybe going to the gym a few times a week and losing 20 more pounds has helped as well. 15 pounds to go to hit 160. I haven't weighed 160 since I was in my 30s. Can running my 6th marathon be far off? A man has to have goals. Maybe if the right woman was chasing me with a whip.....
I am using this journal entry as a reminder for all of us to listen to our instincts.
Distrubing experience, i had a man, [USERNAME REMOVED], contact me, he was nice and courteous, said he was very intrigued and wanted to get to know me better. Not having photos on my profile, as a courtesy, in my reply I sent a photo stating it was from 2 weeks ago, and requested one from him without hats or sunglasses.
He replied that I had sunglasses and he wanted photos from me without sunglasses. Red flag for me that he will be a problem
I replied, this is not tit, for tat and I dont feel we will suit. Thanked him for his interest and wished him good luck. I then also explained those were not sunglasses, but preion red filter glasses for a sun sensitivity. They don't prohibit clear view of my face at all
In an aggressive accusatory tone, he replied, my photo looked like a strip mall in the US with cars and trucks. And i was not good at faking photos, and I looked like a man in a dress 😂
i had already said the photo was from 2 weeks ago, I didnt feel the need to say it, but it was while i was in the US and the strip mall was where i had my hair done. His accusatory tone and misogynistic turn, proved to me, from that first reply about the photo, I was correct in feeling he would be a problem. Always trust your instincts.
Nonetheless, i wrote a reply acknowledging, yes it was in a strip mall in the US while I was visiting 2 weeks ago and had he asked about the fact Im in Portugal and it appears the photo is from the US, his question would have been answered. And it would have been a lesson in assuming the worst in people. My theory about that, is people tend to project onto you what they would do and hence the distrust.
He'll never learn the lesson, after he went Jekyll and Hyde, he blocked me.
People live in multiple places and travel all over the world, have photos from everywhere, phone numbers from different countries and if you have questions about where they are actually located, simply ask.
ASSUMPTIONS never work out!
You kneel, and the room inhales—not from fear,but from the gravity of your trust.
Power rests in my palmlike a living thing—warm, breathing, delicate.
The collar is not conquest.It is a circle drawn carefully,a boundary I vow to guard.
When I give a command,it is shaped with intention,measured to the rhythm of your pulse.
I do not take your will—you place it in my hands,steady as a gift.
And I hold itnot to break you,but to build a world
where your surrenderand my controlfit together
like lock and key. I have not been writing much in this journal but hoping it might just perk someone's interest. I just moved back from Texas and now living in Northwest Indiana. About 20 minutes from downtown chicago and live in Schererville just across the Illinois border. I have been on this site for many years unsuccessfully and still hold out hope to finally achieve my goal of serving a strong, Dominant Woman. I can assure You am for real and today the first of Decmember once again spending another birthday allone. I am not evil, and have met some off the site which has not amounted to anything . I am on Fetlife under subndyer and started to branch to other sites. I still hold out hope on this site. Am a single submissive which can be molded into a slave who has been off and on in the lifestyle for about 20 years. I have no children , no wife , girlfriend, hell dont even have a dog. But can assure You my loyality, respect, obedience, and You happiness is first priority. If I perk Your interest please drop me a line would not disappoint When I say that I want to turn a woman "trashy", I'm often asked to define what I mean by "trashy". A woman being trashy is much the same thing as a guy being a typical douchebag or tool. Below are some qualities that, in my opinion, make a woman trashy.
Slutty clothes in the wrong situations.
Obnoxious tattoos
Over use of profanity
Badly applied makeupgiant hoop earrings.
Being overly noisy and argumentative at inappropriate timesinappropriate places
Bad habits
Doused in cheap perfume
Crazy unemployable hair styles
These are just a few examples meant to bring a stereotype to mind. We would, of course, go with what works best with you. That would come from getting to know you better.
I'm also often asked why I would want this. Aside from the fact that it turns me on, a chick with a questionable past who proudly owns up to it is going to be 100% more loyal than some goodie-goodie who keeps secrets. Today my mind wanders as I contemplate the D/s dynamic. I enjoy the power given by a willing sub however as power and submission are given to be taken all the power a Dom has is in the end controlled by the sub so in the end in this power dynamic whonreally holds the power the controlling Dom or the controlled sub.
I love the dynamic, whether teasing to the point of torture until.a.sub begs for release or inflicting my sadistic desires with the cane and crop no matter the play as a Dom I cherish the sub the grants me power.
please note: I do not meet with people for the weekend. I don't think any of you realize how uncomfortable that is for a young woman. I am 5'3" and not exactly a body builder. Why on earth would I meet with a man who's twice my size and protected by the anonymity that is offered by solo traveling? Especially to a city like Reno. I really don't believe that someone who isn't from the area understands that women aren't exactly safe here. It's horrible. I'm not making my chances worse by meeting a stranger just because he wants to eat my ass and get his balls stomped. more to come here is a taste of the next part
Slave and pet are now preparing you for what will be the most by far the largest/greatest thing you have ever done in your whole life time. This will truly test your love, might and soul.
You look around the lit up room and see a full dungeon for what is worth. Rows of floggers, canes, cat-n-nines, hung so neatly, placed on one wall. You see several shapes, sizes, thicknesses and all different colors. You have never seen such a collection this large before. Your attention is brought to the one that is glittering in the light, off to the left middle side. It shimmers softly in the glow of the room. I am always curious how people meet after being here on CS.
It is so important to express who you are and what you need else you might get more than wished for.
It is confusing ( to me) when people say I am a sub slave. Or saying I am submissive or kajira.
Sub, slave and kajira or 3 different things to me. To someone else they could be all the same.
The risk is that if you introduce yourself as kajira (a Gorean slave) you will meet other behavior from me than when you say Submissive.
We never read about this stuff. But it is so interesting. time to make something clear
Yes. I am seeking what my profile states
Also that person needs to be someone I can
enjoy in vanilla life with
Ĺike dancing karaoke dinning out movies
nothing are a few
Yet knowing the undying factor that she is still
my total slave Growing out of touchWith myself -This is me;trying to stay afloatand trying to stayon this boat and clingto a motivational quoteand a big fat jolly emote.Trying to put on my sugar coat andKeep this sicknote in mytote, as i deepthroatAnother dose of thisworld's useless antidote.But then this is mewhen You touch me;i sing notes in octave CAnd become a born again devoteto your lifeboat of keynotes,And i realize all along my scapegoatWas an incredible sinking u-boat.~ dirtydarling (8.27.23) My apt burned down. Not my fault... My downstairs neighbor caught on fire and burnt up the second floor apt which meant mine caught trashed, and soot and that smell. Whole building is done. Luckily, I got a new apt but no need, no couch, no take etc. ok I'll figure it out. I'm hoping they can restore my clothes and shoes or I'm SOL there to. Ok, I'll figure it out. Then my car broke down. Tire and engine. Ok, whatever I got this! Tire easy fix. Engine well catalytic converter and they wanted to redo the whole exhaust, but I'm not made of money. So no just the tire... Except I need to get my tags so if the engine doesn't get fixed I can't get my tags. Ok I'll figure it out. I'll... Sighs Many years ago, I was talking to someone on Collarspace and they knew I was, and am, into dehumanization/humiliation play. Hardcore.
I received an email asking me what today was, and being aware that it was International Women's Day, I responded as so. The response that followed was something in the ballpark of since I was sub-human, an to a point, a piece of property, that I must feel pretty humiliated realizing how low I am compared to women who deserve to be recognized on this day.
And it was so deliciously humiliating, degrading, and twistedly hot to me that 5-6 years later, I still remember the interaction. It has been a long day, of chores, serving and some punishments finally I am at my official last task . My last task is to wait on master, kneeling by his bedside until he finally sleeping soundly before I can retreat to the quarter.
A slave can only sleep after the master's sleep and must rise up earlier than the master to wait on him.
Finally, when the master is sound asleep, I did the routine bow (careful with every actions because I am always watched by the CCTV) before retreating to the quarter right beside the master's bedroom.
Master has partitioned a small room barely the size of 3m by 1m right beside his room as a slave quarter. The furnishing only comprise of a bed, few hangers for the uniforms, and a small side table. It does not have any window (afterall slaves don't deserves such), and is ventilated by a 2 small ventilation fans on the wall. The lighting is only a few light bulbs which is create alot of heat when it is switched on. My bed is actually a thin mattress lining in it, with a hard elevated pillow. Master designed the bed this way as a reminder to of my lowly status.
Once in the quarter, though my official duties are finished, I am still required to perform my basic slave admin duties before turning in. I have a strict routine to follow, failure which will add to my huge pool of punishment debt which I have already owed master.
Sidetrack: Soiling of uniform is an extremely grave crime. Despite, slave is not allowed to clean the uniform until the end of the work day, which is after the master sleeps.
Changing uniforms
Once in the quarters, I am is allowed to change to the regular uniform.
I swiftly, yet with demurely unbotton and remove the blazer, next the inner vest, and finally the bow tie and the blouse... And most notably, out of the heels.
Finally feel some breathing air the moment I undressed out of the formal uniform- it was so tight and restrictive, and always sweating under the many layers. And finally freed ever painful super high heels.
Image of the undressing process:
Jesus Christ has the victory. I know we all have multiple priorities and things we think deeply on and often times, worry about. This becomes a certain kind of meditation that causes stress and to some extent much of it. However, I tell you now, trusting in Jesus Christ's love for you, he will show you how abundant you truly are in him. He tells us, do not worry, he will provide. There is justice for his children, vengeance belongs to him. He has your victory, hold your crown and let no one take it from you. Keep your faith. He writes your story and he is not finished with you. He will have the glory, let him keep the pen he sees it all. He will prepare a table for you in the presence of your enemies. The one thing he requires from you is LOVE. To walk in love. To love him wholeheartedly and to love your neighbors. Everything is summed up and tied together in one word, LOVE. Cookies.
I promised several people that, if this adventure happened, I would write it up and share it in my journal. well, it indeed did happen last evening, Saturday, but not exactly as I thought I had it planned.
The set up for this story is that I did some work for a woman living in a over 55 community and only charged her for the material costs which I commonly do when I first work for someone I want them to like the work and not worry about the price. she was very grateful and gave me one of those looks like she was ready to pay me back in a way if you know what I mean and then she said: I'm sure you can think of something that I can do for you and shot me a wicked smile I knew that was my opportunity so I very calmly said: Willl you bake me pecan chocolate chip cookies?
She let out what could only be described as a horse laugh, which I'm sure they heard in the adjoining units on either side. and then I followed up with, but that's not all, I want you to bake those cookies naked with 8 inch by heels, fishnet stockings and garter and a bright red ball gag.
there was a long pause, kind of like dead air on a radio station and she finally opened her mouth and said you've got to be kidding! I'm not burning my boobs so that you can get off on some weird fetish! And I said OK what about wearing a tight swea and no bra? I expected another flat out no response but she said yes I think I could do that. But I'll also be wearing a skirt, nothing less than that, and no ball gag! And if That isn't good enough then you can go bake your own cookies!
While it wasn't what I'd hoped for, I was still going to get my cookies, so on Saturday I came over with the ingredients she told me to get, and I sat in her kitchen, drinking coffee, while she walked back-and-forth across her kitchen in her very tight, white fuzzy sweater, and a very tight short leather skirt, plus stockings and heels, and she was an absolute delight to view. The blush in her cheeks said it all.
But the best part was, she was actually baking my cookies! Once they were bagged, she Pulled them from the oven, tucked the tray up under her breasts and she said, would you like a cookie little boy?
YES, Yes I would! then I asked so are all those cookies in the tray mine? Or should I ask if everything on the tray is mine? She just smiled and put the tray on the counter.
She grabbed me by the hand, pulled me down the hall. We walked into her bedroom and she took off her sweater., God, those were better than any cookies! We did all sorts of things that evening and late into the night. Considerind we're both in our mid to late 60s, so it wasn't like your first high school sex, in the back of your dad's car, but it was close.
in the morning, I woke up to the sun streaming in on my face lying next to a woman who still had her stockings and garter belt on, my head nestled between her large breasts, one of her arms underneath me,the other around my neck, and I thought to myself.... life is good!
Lou
I am a heterosexual submissive transwoman named Julie, and one of the several categories for which the modern term is sissy. That means as a transwoman I am primarily attracted to men and am submissive to them, though I also enjoy other transwomen. I am however bigender because I do not want to give up the societal advantages of being male to earn a living. It took me a long time to figure these things out and realize I was not bisexual. As a transwoman, I am ideally looking for long-term but occasional relationship with a mostly heterosexual man, ideally as his mistress. I want to make a man really happy because I'll do things for him that most wives will not. I will appear to him and behave for him as close to his ideal female partner as I can.*************************The one essential book every transwoman should read is Whipping Girl: A Transexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity by Julia Serano, now in its third edition (Seal Press, 2024). This is a detailed analysis of what it means to be a transwoman and the obstacles we face. It is important to note on this site that the title does not refer to masochism but to the frequent scapegoating of transwomen in the media as a threat to society. Serano's argument is that transwomen are demonized because of the rampant misogyny of Western society, where any feminine traits are denigrated, and any masculinity, including the toxic masculinity of cultural conservatives, is privileged. Even some feminists are anti-feminine, not realizing that is probably because they have transmen tendencies. Part of this "transmisogyny" is also the mistaken notion that male and female are opposites ("oppositional sexism") with nothing in between, and part of it is due to the mistaken belief that your birth gender cannot be changed. But as the book points out, many men have some feminine traits and many women have some masculine traits. The book also notes that we constantly unconsciously judge people as male or female based on just a few characteristics without every seeing their genitals or their chromosones, so a person's sex in society is not based on their genetics or organs.The third edition has many good rejoinders to current antitrans-hysteria, notably in the new last chapter. 3% of men and 3% of women appear to have some trans tendencies. Gender-affirming medical care such as hormones and surgeries for trans people has a low rate of regret, around 1%, whereas similar interventions for nontrans people such as breast augmentation and reduction or hormone supplementation have a regret rate of 14%. Puberty-blocking medications have been used for years for nontrans children with hormone defects, with no ill effects or inabilty to reverse them. Trans children who have been denied gender-affirming care have a 14 times higher suicide rate than other children. Trans children appear in families at the same rate independent of the degree of trans support in their families, so there is no "social contagion" with trans tendencies. There are more self-identified trans people today than in the past, but that is because society has become more welcoming. Trans people show no evidence of being sexual predators, any more than women who dress well are sexual predators: Marginalized groups (think blacks) are often hyper-sexualized in the media. As for "bathroom bills", I find it amusing that the current policy for U.S. government buildings which says that people must use the bathroom of their birth sex, in the avowed goal of protecting women from perverts, forces transmen to go to female bathrooms no matter how much facial hair they have -- something that will make women pretty uncomfortable. But forcing us transwomen to go to male bathrooms in full drag will not be bad -- men are terrifically scared to look at other men in a bathroom, much less men wearing dresses, for the danger of being throught gay. A weakness of Serano's book is that she sticks to her own perspective as a lesbian transwoman, and doesn't have much to say about transmen. She also doesn't sound sympathetic to us sissies; she says tranwomen are "fierce" and not passive. But of course being passive is not necessarily feminine, and could be just reflect to the long oppression of women (as with other minorities) by society. We need more books on other kinds of trans people. But for now, Serano's book is important reading. I am looking forward to my local Essex munch on the 20th June, meanwhile time to get the garden tidy for a barbecue. A nice strong experienced service submissive to cut the lawn and take the grass to my green bin for collection would be useful. I miss Servants4u.co.uk for that, there were some authentic service sub regulars on there. When the site closed without notice due to funding issues there wasn't any way to contact the useful men to attend and be useful.
Meanwhile I am looking for a new pair of wedge flip flops and black leather winter boots - any links send to my fetlife profile as links here get eaten by the crawling software.
Long Term Woman Boss Relationship
I find it bizarre that guys do not want long term Woman Boss Relationships and only seek short term play hook ups. Meanwhile I am a busy author so I will continue with my projaspects. Warning: This is a long rant...So I got my first really nasty message today regarding my political leanings. He called me an ugly ignorant cunt among some other choice words that I don't even remember now. Funny thing is I am a cunt but I don't consider myself ugly but, of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. To each his own. I don't expect to b everyone's cup of tea. To this coward (he blocked me before I could go off on him lol) I will say that insults like these tell me more about you than about myself. The fact that you blocked me tells me you're probably a baby incel living in your mother's basement. This is all well and good when you're in your 20's but beyond that makes you pitiful. You were well over 30 ad clearly need to get fucked. To anyone else out in CS land I will say that you don't need to show me your ignorance by attacking my political beliefs or my physical appearance. It's pretty fucking clear to anyone with at least one brain cell that this orange imbecile and his band of ass lickers are destroying our democracy in the worst dumpster fire this country has ever seen. We;re a laughingstock of the entire world. And just when you think he can't possibly do anything worse than he's already done he goes and does a few more detrimental things to the American people. That inclues you ignorant repugnicans! You're worshipping a moron and you can't even see he's fucking with you, too! Now that's what I call IGNORANT!!! In ending I will say that I'm glad this asshole showed his ass to me today because it gives me a chance to rant. My final words are if you don't like my politics you need to scroll right because I don't want to know you anyway and it saves me the trouble of asking, unless of course you're dumb enough to wear your ugly red maga hat in your profile pic. Considering going to the USA to meet a stranger.
Will take alot of planning but the connection is so strong.
There is a strong physical attraction and it is primal.
Life is too short and all I do is put others first, so for once I am putting my feelings, desires and sexual needs first.
But I can only imagine the moment I say I bought a ticket to the USA they will probably do a vanishing act.
Life of Waifs and Strays on CollarSpace. Wenn dass Liebe ist,
dann fass ich dich nicht an.
Wenn das Liebe ist,
kommst du nicht an mich ran.
Wenn das Liebe ist,
dann geh mir aus dem Weg.
Wenn das Liebe ist,
dann kommt sie für uns zu spät.
(Wenn das Liebe ist)
(Wenn das Liebe ist)
Beiß mir auf die Zunge,
Schließ die Augen für mich
Drück mir die Luft aus der Lunge,
dann verrat' ich mich nicht
Beiß mir auf die Zunge,
denn der Schmerz aus mir spricht
Reiß mir das Herz aus der Brust,
dann erschlägt es dich
¡Nueva publicación en mi blog! Rapidito pero clarito...
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https://amaasht.art.blog/2023/01/13/recomendacion-para-empezar-el-ano-y-una-relacion-femdom/ Ok, hello to all, Yes i am about to go ballistic on my rant.
this slave is now one of the happiest slaves on the planet. i am owned and the sole property. His name is MasterMike32. this slave is only allowed to be friends to all.
i would love to ask if there are any other slaves/submissives females that would love to become a sister to myself, please reach out. Wwe are looking for one to two, to add to Oour family. A second story I wrote for a friend after she told me the 1st was too sweet.
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The Visit
The time leading to this moment had been unbearable but now at last the bell was ringing, the waiting was over. The woman walked quickly along the hall and opened the door to see a man standing there."Have you got rid of them?""Yes." she replies."Get me a drink," he says and waits for her to turn away from the doorway and walk down the hall before entering.To her back he says, "are you wearing what I asked for?""Yes." The woman answers and goes to pour whiskey into a glass. The man, standing by the door, watches her prepare the drink then walks into the living room and looks around with a smile on his face."Here." The woman hands him the glass and the man takes something from his pocket and throws it at her."Put this on." The thin strip of black cloth falls at her feet and as she bends down to pick it up her short skirt rises up her leg and exposes stocking tops and the pale skin of inner thigh. She holds it not quite sure of its purpose."Over your eyes." The man snaps, "and be quick."The woman feels fear swell inside her as she looks at the material held between her hands."Do it." There is no warmth, nor for that matter any feeling at all, in the man's voice. When she as tied the cloth she feels ungentle fingers test the band and then a hand grabs her and, stumbling, she is led to her settee and pushed down onto it.
She presses her knees together and hugs herself to try to stop the tremors that suddenly take hold of her. She feels more than hears him walk away then a metallic click followed by something plastic falling on the floor.She jumps as the music centre bursts to life playing something loud and frantic that she does not know. The floor is vibrating with the heavy thud of the base and she is surprised when hands grab and pull her to her feet.She keeps repeating in her head, don't show fear, this will be over soon, relax, but she has to choke back a scream as strong fingers crush her breast through her clothes."Now we can play without undue notice." The man says and rips apart her short top and sends buttons flying over the carpet.Instinctively she covers herself with crossed arms. The man laughs and forces his hand up her skirt and between her legs.She clenches her teeth and holds her head still and tries not to show how she feels so he will not get any further excitement from her. She feels him fumble with the zip at her hip and the skirt fall to the floor.He steps back and looks at the woman before him. She is in good shape and he savours the thought of the time to come. The black bra supports rounded breasts which show over the thin lace. A flat stomach and trim hips meet his approval as too do the thin narrow panties which show a neatly trimmed triangle of fair hair.
He turns her around and grabbing material pulls it sharply up between her legs.He barely hears her g but his erection grows as her hands fly down to ease the pain in her crotch. In the blackness of the woman's head see tenses for the next pain but none comes and she has to relax her muscles then shivers with the thought of this is what he is waiting for.The time in the dark void passes without any way to measure and the pounding music seems to have no beginning or end but repeats the same mind numbing beat.She wants to say something, anything, to the man to make him not hurt her but no words come to her and she waits. She had thought the waiting, after the phone call, was going to drive her insane.
With the way he was dealing with the evening she realised that he had known it would do. Oh Christ why did I keep those photos? Why didn't I install that burglar alarm when I thought about it? She is shocked back to reality as hands grab her and force her to walk blindly.
"What do you want?The words sound pathetic even as she speak them and she hopes he does not hear her weakness over the music. Her legs hit something and her hands reach out letting her know she is up against the settee back. The man says in her ear, "Take off your bra."She reaches back and unclips the hooks and tries to take it off without showing her fear. The man moves to kneel facing her, on the settee, and takes both breasts in his hands and gently caresses them.The woman breaths hard and thinks about her child sleeping safely at her friends home and hopes her body will not respond. She feels wetness on her breast and the familiar sensation as her nipples expand.The man smiles and rolls flesh between thumb and finger watching as small bumps rise around the woman's nipples. He reaches down and pulls the skin back over his erection.
He always likes the first stroke as the slight pain burns at the head. With his left hand he traces small circles on her body as his right hand moves faster and faster bringing him to he brink.
His right hand leaves his prick and darts out and hits the woman's left breast in a upwards swipe. The woman cries out and the man shudders with the effort of withholding his ejaculation.
When he has controlled himself he is pleased to see tears appearing from The Power of Tarot
I always consult the Tarot before getting serious. TWO of my decks refused to read a sub. Read two other subs and the Hang Man reversed showed up. Waste of time. So yeah
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STARTING A COURSE FOR TVs, CDs and Trans Mtf
I have been approached by a lot of people wanting to be feminised and trained to be more ladylike.
The course is hands on not online. The course is for a weekend to begin followed by a week and then a further fortnight afterwards.
It covers full deportment (how to carry yourself in walking sitting and standing et cetera), correct clothes selection, correct shoes selection, make up selection and application.
The beginners course is basic but this is expanded on the subsequent courses.
If interested then message me
boy oh boy could i use a spanking and scolding in a bra, slip and panties,,,, its been sooo long since my last one....sigh
So, I got this in an email today as a reason for someone refusing to read a profile... "
Ive noticed people dont always write true facts and their profilesSo I replied with pictures of my dying husband to prove I am a widow. Anyone else want to question it?
It is important to start with the right premises and not waste each others time. When contacting Me, I assume that you have read the above information and we now have a common language. There is no reason to discuss this all over again
Complete sincerity is understood and by the slightest sign of lie or leak of seriousity I lose My interest
Either you are committed and a 24/7 relation is your first priority now, or move on. I am not interested in empty words. If you do not intend to enter a 24/7 permanent relation within short time, don't waste My time
OBSERVE:
Since most of candidates does not have the fairest idea what 24/7 is in reality, I will put this clearly:
It is very different from sessions, weekends or anything exciting you ever dreamed of.
It is nothing like you imagine. It is not exciting at all. It does not give you any rush, nor kick, or fun.(If you made it reading this far, you most write in your answer to Me the words ''devotion'' with capitals.)
Slavery is about obeying, being ignored, serving and doing what you are told, not what you feel you would like to do
Does the list seem long to you? Hard/boring to read, even harder to fit into it? If you get bored to read it or any of the above does not suit you, it is a sign we are not a match.You are then welcome to continue your search and I wish you good luck
If you do find the text interesting, hang on and continue to read but bare in mind:
The below deion does not depictwho I am, it only analyzes the concept of slavery
What is Real Slavery, then?
Slavery, and I do mean Real slavery, has been around before recorded human history.
The ownership of people by other people, in its purest form - slavery - has existed for thousands of years throughout the evolution of civilized humanity.
There is a distinctive difference between CONSENSUAL slavery and non-consensual slavery.
Non-consensual slavery is ILLEGAL. I explicitly CONDEMN the practice of non- consensual, involuntary slavery. Non-consensual, or involuntary, slavery has been made illegal in every major country in the world.
So, if non-consensual, involuntary, slavery is illegal, than how can someone legally own a real slave? Oh, that is an excellent question.
Consensual slavery is not a myth; no more a myth than marriage (or a "civil union" in some cases) is or than being an employee is. Legally, you cannot use the word "slave"in any contractual agreement. It's a legal thing. However, the principals of slavery are perfectly legal as long as everyone involved is old enough to enter an agreement, capable of comprehending the magnitude and gravity of the agreement, and then fully agrees to enter the agreement.
From this point on, and everywhere else in this deion, wherever you see the words: slave, slavery or enslavement it is being referred to Consensual Slavery.
Now, while a slave very well may wind up in a monogamous relationship, owned by just one person who cherishes them as their prized property, showering their slave with love, affection, fidelity, devotion, consideration and only the best of care, where both owner and slave consider themselves as 'equal' partners, and while such an owner may consider the slave their property and while these slaves may consider themselves as property of their owner, I would not consider a relationship so described as “slavery”; no matter how brutal the S&M play may be. The above deion is generally referred to as a deep D/s relationship and not necessarily one of “slavery”.
Many people will argue that "slavery isn't real" and/or "you cannot have no choice slavery or no limits slavery (etcetera)" using the argument that: "because that would be non-consensual slavery - which is illegal".
The fact is (regardless of what any idiot you might have heard said) you most certainly are allowed to legally "give up" (or "waive") your rights. There is no law that says you are not allowed to voluntarily choose to disable any (or all) of your rights. People "give up" their rights all the time; sometimes (unfortunately) without even realizing what they are doing.
For those of you that may want to , but can't really move, I'll say what you probably have heard many times. FIND SOMONE LOCAL.
On the other hand I could use someone remote to help develop a website with lifestyle merch for sale that I have designed myself. Mainly clothing . I know I can do 2 things one is get someone else to build it from a place like fivver . No problem but the subject is kind of sensitive so I'm not sure about getting someone else to do it that is outside the lifestyle. The other thing is to do it myself as I have done sites myself before. But it's time consuming and I spend most My time designing and marketing.
However I would rather find someone in the lifestyle to do it even if it means I pay someone .
The other thing I am looking for is for someone to seriously get me started in crypto. Not just a statement like " go to this site and sign up" . I know there is a lot more to it . There are courses and some follow crypto gurus to immulate what they do .
I know this is maybe something I'm just putting out there on a limb but if I don't put it out there then it won't be known I'm also looking for that as well as getting someone here fulltime. This profile is severely out dated and with the current way that it takes forever to get your account re approved and reviewed , im worried about loosing contact with amazing people , so im updating here first.
Ok firstly this is no longer a Dominant profile , I gave it a go for a partner but it was not for me .
I much prefer the slave lifestyle and to be owned n controlled , and I very heavily prefer the absolutely sadistic and more intense Experiences all the way around.
I'm seeking a Hellashish amount of CBT , and would absolutely adore it if I could find an owner or owners that would want to use me partially or fully as their personal toilet .
Open to.relocation , although it'd have to be a live in , even if out in the barn , type of situation.
I'm very open minded and just want to find a home that will enjoy torturing and hurting the every living bajeebus out of me on a regular , who would benefit from my labors. Skills and dedication of time , energy and life to them.
When I get this way I can't help myself. I need to have my mouth filled with a real man's cock.
Oh, George… bless your heart for writing me a whole novel about how you want to “look into a sadistic woman’s eyes” while she perverts you into anal bliss. Truly poetic. But here’s the problem: you’re out here asking for a woman to host you for a month like you’re some kind of kinky exchange student, and all you’re offering is sexual gratification—as if women are sitting around saying, “You know what I need? A strange out-of-towner living in my house for 30 days to eat my food, hog my bathroom, and tell me how multicultural he is in between begging to be pegged.”
You spent time in multinational corporations? Cute. I’m sure your old coworkers will be thrilled to know you’re now out here writing essays about “soft sensual erotic rape play” and “verification photos” like you’re running a BDSM HR department. And let’s be honest—if the highlight of your pitch is “I’m not into pro dommes, but please abuse me sexually,” you might need to realize… sir, you are basically asking for free labor with room and board included.
It’s giving: “Hi, I’m George, I bring nothing but my dick, my mouth, and a suitcase of sci-fi DVDs. Please ruin me, host me, and feed me while I explore my journey.” My love, women are not Airbnbs for your perversion vacations. You wanting someone to host you for a month and offering nothing but orgasms is like me telling Amazon Prime, “I’ll pay for my package with good vibes and a smile.”
So, George, no—no sadistic woman is out here waiting for a floundering consultant to move into her house for a month-long pegging intensive. But I truly hope you find someone on Collarspace who’s willing to take on your… dissertation of desires. Godspeed.
About me:
Well I can tell you that in the vanilla everyday world I present like a cisgendered male. I am definitely not a passive person, nor am I overly aggressive either. I'm more of a thinker and definitely analyze situations first before just reacting.
With that being said I consider myself a high functioning individual. I own my own home, vehicles, and have raised a child to a functioning adult as well.
I work in the white collar business world in a career that demands excellent communication, planning, organization, and implementation. Those communication skills also transfer into my private life.
I am fortunate that I had Parents that are very open-minded and were able to provide a wide variety of experiences. That open-mindedness has transferred into my life as well. I have traveled overseas for work and pleasure and probably have been to most of the lower 48 states. As a result I have a very wide area of interests including the Arts, classical music, academics, and spirituality.
I'm not obsessed with Fitness but I consider myself to lead a healthy lifestyle and I'm very active.
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During my sexual development I noticed that I never ever made the first move and always let the woman lead. I thought that was just the natural way that things were. After the first move is made, all bets are off I am not a passive or Lazy Lover. I just became to recognize that my need is for a woman to take charge.
During my development from puberty to adolescence I was attracted to women who were intelligent, older, and the Femme Fatale type. The cheerleader or schoolgirl type never did it for me.
Like many of us I started to explore my sexuality and relationships more deeply after my divorce more than 15 years ago. I was drawn to my local alternative community which provided a safe space for exploration. However I am not active as the idea of public play or competitive BDSM games are not something that suits my values.
Female lead relationships, or taken in hand relationships spoke to my inner soul in a way that is difficult to explain. To use an analogy, i view the relationship like a knight and her Queen. The Knight is still a strong capable being who happily and lovingly relinquishes control and Authority to the Queen. I do also like the Goddess analogy as I think there is a spiritual component to this for me.
I have had vanilla relationships where the woman was in control and led the way in terms of vacations, day to day life, and even being sexually in charge. However, I have not had a formal female lead relationship like you would read in a book. I am searching for a woman to develop and work on this with me in terms of rules, limits, and how we would live our lives together.
For the past 10 years I've been at a point in my life where I know this is what I want and need. However, we as human beings cannot give up our personal values for relationship. Those values have to do with other areas of compatibility with a potential lifelong partner.
More to come
The Chinese sites like Temu and AliExpress have some cheap kinky stuff, but it could be embarrassing when kinky stuff comes up in your sidebars on various websites. It's okay when furniture and vanilla stuff comes up.
Cheap pvc wear amongst other stuff on Temu and Ali. Handy for anyone wanting to dip a toe into fetish wear.
I definitely approve of the shiny leggings on there, obviously.
We all know our devices are listening to us. But really, there should be a way to filter out the fetish ads. Getting an ad for Honour in a sidebar while browsing the phone at work would be interesting to explain if the guys didn't already know what I get up to in private.
So I took rhe test for kids and giggles.
== Results from bdsmtest.org == 100% Master/Mistress 98% Rigger 97% Owner 96% Dominant 94% Daddy/Mommy 90% Voyeur 84% Primal (Hunter) 73% Brat tamer 70% Sadist 68% Degrader 57% Experimentalist 53% Vanilla 43% Non-monogamist 19% Switch 17% Ageplayer 10% Exhibitionist 4% Submissive 0% Brat 0% Pet 0% Primal (Prey) 0% Masochist 0% Rope bunny 0% Boy/Girl 0% Slave 0% Degradee http://bdsmtest.org/r/heS9XQau https://youtu.be/ao-Sahfy7Hg?si=I5urdTDYYwQPDdPn Insatiable
A work of non-fiction
"How many was that?"It's a common question I ask her, while she lies there panting. Her mascara is running from her watering eyes, as she looks down her naked body at me and tries to think. Her mind, normally sharp as a steel trap, full of important information, years of schooling, and an intelligence that accentuates her sophistication, is mush. She blissfully struggles to form words into coherent sentences. "Twelve or thirteen?" She asks. We had only just begun, and I hadn't even pulled the wand out yet."Are you asking or telling me," I inquire and remind her it's her job to keep track of her orgasms. "But Sir, it's hard when they roll one into the next," she says quietly.I smile.I know she can't keep track of them when things start rolling, and the waves crash one after the next. "We'll just have to keep practicing," I say with a grin.We take a break and enjoy the meal I cooked. I enjoy cooking. Perhaps its the mastery over something so many can only do passingly, that fills me with such satisfaction. It seems to be a pattern in my life. Mastery. Control. Domination. Winning. All similar, yet different.After dinner we play chess. She's a beginner and eager to play. I smile once more. Her eagerness and joy just to play is refreshing. We play two games and I'm never in any danger of losing either one. I make quick work of both games, thinking deeply on how to most effectively secure the win as to not prolong things unnecessarily - I only inflict pain that is desired. And frankly, she deserves my best, she's been a good girl all day.As we put the pieces away, she asks if we can play some more. As mentioned, she has been a good girl all day, so I tell her of course.She has a burning need to be restrained and spanked. I build her anticipation with teasing kisses and deliberately take my time applying the cuffs to her wrists and ankles. I get her into position on the bed and attach the spreader bar to the ankle cuffs, and connect the wrist restraints behind her back.Her beautiful ass now high in the air, her blindfolded head resting on the soft blanketed surface of the bed, I begin administering what she desperately wants and needs.The orgasms begin anew when I use the wand on her clit. Sometimes they crash while my fingers apply pressure to her G-spot, sometimes while I paddle her ass. Unable to close her legs, or reach down to push the wand away, she accepts the orgasms as they well up inside her. Each forced orgasm melts her brain a little more.She's responsive on a primal level - coos and grunts - and has stopped making coherent sounds like words. Her body, mostly limp, is exhausted as it stiffens with her latest orgasm and then relaxes.I ask if she is ready to finish, and she nods slowly. The wand is put away and she counts her final 10 swats, thanking me and asking for another after each.When it's over, we cuddle. I'm still fully clothed and quite content. I tell her what a good girl she was, and how proud of her I am. She thanks me and nuzzles her sweaty form into my embrace.I smile and contemplate.Is she insatiable? She will want more again soon. Thoughts and memories of what I do to her, and how much she desperately craves it, invade her mind and linger while we are apart.Am I insatiable? The sights and sounds of her orgasms are some of my favorite things. I find that want her to experience longer and more intense releases, and for her to know it was at my hands.Perhaps, the truth is we're both insatiable.
If you'd like a reasonable answer and a good prospect of meeting me for real, message me and
Don't assume any titles. You can tell me how you like to be addressed. You can ask or tell me once how you are going to address me unless I.
Start with a greeting. It says so much. Not using any also tells me novels about you. Very disappointing and frustrating ones though.
Tell me the reason why you contact me. Is it based on my profile and to figure out if, when, and how we'll have a real session offline? Tell me.
Respect your own prospect and mine. If there is no overlap between what we are looking, don't ignore that. Don't ask me or try to play online for instance. Ask me questions if you like, but don't ask me something you can look up. You can always ask about my own definitions or opinions about something but give me context, please. I need to know why you ask.
Tell me something about you but not everything, especially not right from the beginnung. Start with the most relevant information concerning your reason to message me. Open up a bit. Personal information is a give and take. Our balance gives away a good portion about the prospect to meet.
Manage your expectations. This is the internet. Without closer contact, you don't know in which situation I am in, any sudden accident or sickness for example. I expect having to filter through a lot of crappy messages, people not reading, lack of manners, disrespect, crazy people, insults, plenty of people just disappearing. The list goes on. Don't expect a 100% reply rate, even from me. I am only human.
It's the internet. Don't stalk or annoy (see respect above) but be patient and persistent. The only way to filter strangers is time and continuous communication. Liars have a hard time keeping up consistency. Con and scammers people don't like to invest too much time into the same contact. Trust is most valuable, time is second to that, followed by other resources like money.
Try to include a question towards progress on trust, checking if it's a match, and possibly a real meeting.
In the world are many denominations all claiming to possess the accurate knowledge of the truth. However this is divisions. In 1 Corinthians, Paul appealed to us that we have no divisions amongst ourselves and instead that we all be perfectly united in mind and thought. One of you say, "I follow this" and another says "I follow that" and still another "I follow such and such". Is Christ divided? Yet I say to you, revelations has something against each church. I tell you when Christ unveils his church there will be many upheavals and sudden changes. The real church is nurturing, a good guardian like a parent teaching it's child right and wrong. Allowing for the true knowledge of what truly matters to God the Father and Jesus Christ. Allowing individuals to grow in grace and become one in Christ's image. Jesus said if you love him you would observe his commandments. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance, and gentleness. I would like to tie you up and blind you from knowing anything that is coming and watching your expression of surprise that may come
The tension of the body as it tries to figure out what I'm doing to you or what I have done
The mystery of surprise Drax & Scott Max - The Sun
Moments... (I) Count each moment Believing you'll set me free Wanting... Draws you closer I taste you on the air I breathe Touch me Feel me Come and feel the love this time that's in my heart and set me free Touch me Feel me Save me from this emptiness inside Here comes the sun Here comes the feeling Here comes the moment that we've waited for so long...
Not interested in one liners -
Tell me who you are in your everyday life — not just online.
If you’re too busy for effort, don’t bother.
I’m not here for convenience or endless texting.
I’m seeking something real, intentional, and in real life.
And the fact that you’re on this site tells me you already understand the balance between kink and vanilla — and that kind of self-awareness matters to me.
Hello :) I have been sick this last week with Covid. I'm finallly getting better but still sneezing alottt but I'm getting better and am soooo thankful for that. I've been feeling very little this last week. wishing I had someone to take care of me a bit. Someday maybe that will happen for me but right now it's just me! I'm glad I can start getting back to normal this week and go back to work. I feel Like I've lost a week of my life truly I have just slept for a week and ate saltine crackers because I haven't been able to taste anything lol. I'm miss writing on here, my old profile had many pages of my writing but I've lost all of that unfortunately. maybe I'll try to write more. I'm sure it won't be super exciting stuff all the time but it helps me get out of my head a bit.
i started talking to an old friend again. I've known him for 8 years which is crazy! Weve always talked about getting together but its hard with the distance and just life things. i am glad we are talking again, he makes me feel safe and special and sometimes that's all I need.
I would truly love a woman that can write back and show the true need of being with a man like myself I don't wanna sit here and rag on this site, but there's so many profiles that speak about submission and slavery, but nobody who wants to move forward and truly live it with someone. I've been the proud owner and master of three beautiful slaves in my 43 years of the lifestyle And many more part-timers. Feel free to reach out and open up and share your heart and soul with me. I'm very receptive. You will see that when we get to talk. Here is a new picture of me. I am 60 years old now and have many years under my belt. It has occurred to me that for thousands of years almost every woman (and man) has participated in not just power exchange, but perhaps a form of prostitution as well. Almost every marriage in history is a result of women looking for protection and provision. In exchange for this the man gets sex.
What says the crowd?
While on the subject of prostitution, if a woman does exchange sexual favors for compensation, has she also committed the crime of human trafficking, even if her "victim: was herself? Many want "Her body, Her choice" but when it comes to prostitution they will write a hundred laws to prevent it (except for the escorts their aids bring in for them). SEEKING THIS SPECIAL PERSON
Someone who asks me about my day and genuinely listens and cares about the response
Lends their strength and support when needed
Is affectionate and attentive
Makes me feel listened to
Makes me feel safe and protected
Makes me feel cherished and adorable and valued
Effective and consistent communicator
Can carry on a conversation
Doesnt just talk about themself or kink and sex
Wants to build a deep and loyal relationship before sexual activities are discussed
Who doesn’t need sexual activities as a guarantee in a relationship but sees them as a perk
Investing in my mental and physical health
Open to telling bedtime stories
Has a lot of time to devote to me
I really do need to find a man to take me in for retraining. Since my last LTR ended I have been unable to find anybody of the calibre needed to properly dominate me. And properly dominated I need to be.
If you are the sort of man who would grab me by my blonde hair and unceremoniously put me over your knees, push my skirt up off my bum, pull my panties down as I squealed and kicked around and give me a thrashing for nothing more than pouting my disapproval at you when you told me to do something.
If you are the sort of man who is comfortable enough in your ownership of me to publically humiliate me and/or lend me out to one of your mates occasionally.
If you are the sort of man who would keep a variety of implements in the wardrobe solely to punish me with and used them on me regularly whether I misbehaved or not just to keep me in my place and because you enjoyed doing it.
If you are the sort of man who would make sure that I always had fresh welts and whip marks on me to demonstrate your complete ownership and domination of me.
If you are the sort of man who would lock me in the garage, shed or spare room for hours on end to give me plenty of time to reflect on my shortcomings before coming in to administer a good thrashing to me.
If you are the sort of man who would take great pleasure in seeing me hog tied and gagged, struggling on the floor.
If you are the sort of man who would give me a good slap across the side of my face hard enough to send me sprawling if I back chatted you.
If you are the sort of man who would expect a girl to know her place, do all your housework, do it to your expectations and do it with a smile on her face or else.
If you are the sort of man who, while watching the footy on TV and I was doing a big pile of ironing in the laundry, would shout out to me for a beer and expect me to immediately fetch it from the fridge, open it and put it into a beer cooler before hurrying to hand it to you with a smile on my face.
If you are the sort of man who would not allow me to leave the house or do anything without your permission and who dictates to me what I should be wearing.
If you are the sort of man who would take great pleasure from watching me squirm and squeal on the floor as your belt leaves bright red welts on my bum, thighs and back.
If you are the sort of man whom I would be a little bit frightened of.
If you are the sort of man who expaspects me to be dressed like a girl should be dressed to please a man, in miniskirts, short dresses, sexy panties, heels and stockings.
If you are the sort of man who would occasionally reward me by treating me like a lady even though we both know that I’m nothing but your slut.
If you are the sort of man who is intelligent, articulate, financially stable and is prepared to put in the work on me to give me the life that I deserve.
If you are even some of those things you are a real man and a rare man. Where are you?
I NEED YOU! All of these journals that are being written today..
The sound of muffled feigned pleas whisper in the air of the dark room. The only sharp sounds that radiate through the wind is the sound of the combat heels I adorn and the sound of the whip whirling so eagerly close to your skin. With each push of air towards your bare skin, the whimper of fear and pleasure ring out. Fear of the sting, pleasure from thinking you'll get your way and knowing I'll take care of you. Your wrists and knees are going tired from the face down position you're locked into, repositioning your knees causes more wrist flicks from me. Still there isn't any connections yet. Watching sweat bead down your back, my hand slides up the back up your ass cheek, the sweat making the slick material glove to glide so easily. The movement from your jolting was involuntary, you're spared a smacking with the paddle. You're disappointed and starting to get aggravated. Sitting in front of you, straddling the bench you're leaning over, I'm watching you closely, waiting for the whimpering we both know will be happening soon. The denial of physical touch besides once is tipping your aggravation into pure aggression for satisfaction. The cock gag in your mouth is making you drool right between my thighs, causing me to raise a curious eyebrow.
How long can you wait? I want to clarify my relationship status so no one is caught off guard.
I am and have been in an open relationship for years. He is not a part or aware of what I get into with other men. He knows my kinks but does not share them. Vanilla as they come. He agreed long ago to let me pursue my fun and to be happy being me.
Therefore while I have and will be involved with someone ongoing I also do one offs. I seek play partners and no one should expect more to come of it. Play partner being a catch all term for sub, slut, toy, etc...
Also I have a profile with the same name on fetlife for those who want to learn more. I am sometimes amazed at the ignorance demonstrated by some. In this case, it is from someone who was blocked by Me. Recently, some months since I made that decision and took that action, I was messaged again by that person, new ID.
Before blocking the new ID, I made sure I was right on identifying the person and relayed to them they were not showing Me respect, but being self centered instead. Their reply made it obvious they did not understand the concept of respect.
If you are a sub, looking for a Dominant, please make sure you know the difference. Seller accepted everything I wanted.. Down to the last details. In underwriting and waiting for a closing date. This limbo has been emotionally draining.
I have clients who are sticking by me, wondering if they have one more appt. , or am I leaving.
It seems it will be soon, just don't know when.
I have all sorts of emotions. I'm feeling so ambivalent and anxious.
I'm stepping so far out of my comfort zone.
I will know noone, will have to learn a whole new area. Grow a circle of new friends, find doctors, dentists, car maintenance, vet, etc etc.
I will be setting a cottage for my dad, finding a caretaker for the weekends, and setting up braille lessons for him.
There will be much to do, packing, loading moving, unloading unpacking, arranging. On top of this , I'll be going into growing season, which means I will have a lawn on top of landscaping and gardening !
What was I thinking? I'm not 30 😆
I'm going to miss many of my clients, they have become special to me. My friends too ! The comfort of familiarity and confidence in my knowledge of my area. I'm a native to my part of the state.
I will not miss the politics of the DC area.
I've watched it become so contentious and intolerant. I'm so sick of the constant drum beat of pernicious propaganda.
Well, it thought it was heading back to Australia by. February. To spend about three months between. The Gold Coast, QLD. And Sydney. It was invited by another dom to spend time on his horse ranch out there, just to recover and to focus on.
Where It need to be, whether the enticement might be to stay, and not go back to the US.
Time can only tell. It don't see myself anywhere for some time. So trying to find my feet. So many dominants that don't understand how to really truly have a slave.
It's been difficult after It lossing Rosco My PTSD service dog.
And then four months under consideration to the rubber doctor. Who turned out to be? Someone that has a lot of issues. And having a lucky escape. It allowed him. To get inside it. To imprint on it. And Royally **** **** it.
His clear deions was mind **** It had a hard decision to make. Wether except the crimes that he committed. And that he was willing to commit further the atrocities. It was hard to walk away from him.
Even though, as his rubber slave, he wanted to make it an accessory to his crimes and put it at risk.
As a former medical surgeon. In the military. It had a moral obligation. And it own code of honor which conflicted with his to Do No Harm to those that as Surgeon we are there to heal the sick and the affirmed. Had a dream last night.
I finally was able to control the fire that comes out from my being. I harnessed it so that it didn't hurt others. They've been needing me to accomplish this feat for a while now. I even heard them say "she's doing it." They were pleased.
Not sure if this were demons with me in my dream or angels. Probably demons cause that's when I can't control the fire and it just tries to burn them. I block it and pull it away each time but I'm sure they've felt the heat. But this time was different. This time I controlled it and it didn't control me. The man knew what would happen next
He’d imagined it in his mind enough times to create the thoughtform
A thoughtform that his imagining breathed into life
There was nothing she could do
The thoughtform once released would invade her mind
Gentle but persistent
Increasing in intensity until it fully became her thoughts and her feelings
Enchanted and enslaved by his will If you get lost I apologize the inbox gets a bit full and it's not on purpose please understand.
If you get ignored and I haven't ever replied it's likely you didn't bother to read at all and just replied to a picture! I usually try to explain as alot of you are not within the age range I'm comfortable with but sometimes I run out of spoons dealing with the disrespect of ignoring the work I put into my profile. The Women here are inundated with unwanted messages. For that reason, I won't initiate contact.
If you would like to know about me, see if we have kinks in common, you'll have to start the ball rolling yourself. It really isn't that difficult.
You won't be one amongst dozens of other messages I receive, I promise you.
worshipru123 -Michigan 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. 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 got an email asking what I am into. Short of a BDSM checklist, here's a summary
I'm dominant and enjoy being in control, making decisions, being obeyed, developing trust, setting goals, agreeing on consequences, developing and enforcing rules.
I am a top and I enjoy bringing both pleasure and pain, applying restraint, sassy talk, working on goals, challenging my bottom, leaving marks, eliciting tears, causing yelps.
As a top and sadist, some play styles I enjoy include wax play, clips and clamps, nipple torture, CBT, impact (paddles, canes, wicked sticks, crops), fire play, violet wand, rope bondage, leather restraints, metal restraints including sometimes handcuffs, needle play, knife play, and erotic artistic cutting.
I don't expect every play partner to enjoy every form of play I do. A potential submissive of mine is expected to be open to trying new things but not expected to enjoy them all. this came to me last night as they do....the multi level.
first level is the lyrics:
"Touch, touch
I remember touch
Touch, touch
I remember touch
Where do I belong?
Touch, I need something more
I remember touch
I need something more in my mind
Touch, I remember touch
Pictures came with touch
A painter in my mind
Tell me what you see
A tourist in a dream
A visitor, it seems
A half-forgotten song
Where do I belong?
Tell me what you see
I need something more
Kiss, suddenly alive
Happiness arrive
Hunger like a storm
How do I begin?
A room within a room
A door behind a door
Touch, where do you lead?
I need something more
Tell me what you see
I need something more
Home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer, you're
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer, you're
Touch, sweet touch
You've given me too much to feel
Sweet touch
You've almost convinced me I'm real
I need something more
I need something more"
love of a 5d radical detachment spiderweb synchronistic beyond the physical vibe ting.
then we go to the actual song for the layer, pauls intonation and the cloudy vibes emphasize...
TO---UU-CCHHH.
TOUCH!
A YEEEEEEEE
re MEM bah TOUCH!
the key is in how he says it...you could simply speak, touch. i. re.mem.ber. touch. but he choses how to speak it in a way that carries a deeper message.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Gkhol2Q1og&pp=ygUPdG91Y2ggZGFmdCBwdW5r
4 years ago this fellow probably scriber made this video. amalgamizing from the person's text video from another daft punk that i actually either didn't see or didn't remember that synched perfectly to it.
i want to emphasize in my 20s i took the blowing up to mean literal but now at 37 forward i see it as radical detachment..the key isn't ejecting it's removing what seems so familiar and deeply you to ascend to another playing level of life. it feels like it's exploding but it actually is simply elevating.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wP1w5M0F57U
i'll always be salty that daft punk stopped sharing the message and the lessons...but we all know when it's time to let it go and be the merlin like in the 1998 movie that only tells stories. i'm just salty they are simply telling stories and not in it anymore. but whatever i'll get over it. they'll always be grandfathers, masters, ascendedness in more ways than one. and well at least they are still around there's that.
side note on the message if you are on my frequency and you've seen this movie/tv special you are probablllllllllly like me that queen mab was the end beginning and everything and her son mordred is the best boy hottie husband/boyfriend/romantic attraction if men are your deal. if he an arthur we don't want em. funny thing is, with all this esoteric work i've done i've cracked a code that some men that carry the archangel michael energy in their souls tend to have either slightly or obsessively horrible connections with their moms and how it is their personal life lesson to balance their nurturing protective nature in the reflection on earth with their parental upbringing. and wellll mordred babe DEF reflaspects that.
at least for me the key is to be queen mab, bellatrix, galaxia from sailor moon etc. but NOT kill people this time...wield the same thing but be cutting and cunning..but don't go full in. the balance is the lesson this time around. Or "why aren't women turned on by my lingerie pictures?"
I get that some guys are into wearing dresses. I can often enjoy pictures of guys in dresses, depending on the guy, and the dress, and the overall look, and the makeup, etc.
And some enjoy wearing cute ruffle covered pink dresses that look a lot like birthday cakes. You know, the kind that toddler girls are put in for Easter Sunday.
And some guys enjoy wearing lingerie, or makeup, or rubber... I can often enjoy pictures like that, again, depending on the guy, their choice of lingerie, the presentation, and so on.
Some guys like wearing big frilly lacy lingerie like you'd see a 'sexpot' femme wearing in an old porn movie. While they kinda sit hunched on a rumpled bed, legs sprawled awkwardly, legs unshaved, on the dirty duvet, with their dirty laundry in the background.
And that isn't necessarily a bad thing.
The problem is, they want US to look at them like that, and get turned on.
Usually because they get turned on wearing it. Which is great.
More power to them.
But as I've written before - Know Thy Target Market.
And make the effort to find out what sells, and why.
You can put a cold naked hot dog on a paper plate, and take a picture of it.
If someone is already hungry right then, and they really like hot dogs, maybe they will think 'yeah, I could do that.'
If you want to get the attention of someone who might not be hungry, or might not usually eat hot dogs, you'll need to find out what they like, and try to tailor that image to their interest.
Maybe they would like hot dogs chopped up in chili. Maybe they are more into the classics, and want to see a sizzling hot dog with the little burn lines cradled in a fluffy golden bun, teased with wavy lines of ketchup and mustard, with just a tiny dot of relish peeking out underneath. Maybe you need to pair that with thick, steakcut fries sprinkled with seasonings and cheese. Or maybe they only like corndogs.
Maybe a lot of things.
But without some market research, you're spending your time and money on hotdogs, trying to guess what will interest people, and mostly, your safest bet is going to be going with the most common image, probably the 'classic' version, and even then, the production value needs to be as high as possible, because hot dogs are plentiful and cheap. You gonna have to dress that up REALLY well to make it anything other than a simple tube of processed meat.
Not to put too fine a point on it.
Now, maybe you are one of those rare few who is completely disinterested in anything other than one specific kind of hot dog lover. That's the ONLY kind of person you want to talk to or sell to- the one that likes them sliced thin, frozen and alternated with pickled beets. Again, more power to you. However, you need to recognize that you are going to search a lot longer, possibly forever, and you'll get a lot fewer potential buyers, and even then, lots of those will be potential duds, because lots of people are willing to say 'yeah! I love that too!' to anything that gets them closer to any kind of meal, and honestly, they'd dive into cold cereal if that's what they found, because they are starving, and it's better than nothing.
If you are NOT one of those people, and you like hot dogs, but you also have hamburgers, and chili, and maybe pie too, then you want to put all that out there. You want your first impression to be one mostly likely to get interest. Maybe your initial pic should be whatever you like that is the most common, then have other pics showing your other great offerings. And again, with high quality photos, of more than just the hot dog - how about people enjoying the hot dogs? How about a lovely buffet, all laid out with what you offer, once they've been drawn in by that great first picture that was well designed, showcased your best quality in the best way, with good lighting, good preparation, polished and pretty and enticing?
I get that no one wants to pretend to be something they aren't. Especially here - here is a place to express one's self fully, hopefully without judgement, and seek others of similar interests, and hopefully find someone with whom to engage in those interests in real time.
And I get that there are things we each enjoy, and we really really really want to have someone appreciate those things in us, about us.
But if you are seeking, you need to seek in an effective manner, which means taking into account the interests of those we are looking to attract, and what attracts THEM.
You need to find out WHY they are attracted to some things more than others. You need to CARE what they care about, if only so you can find out early if their interests align with yours. And also so you can more easily appeal to people who are interested in what you have to offer.
Even if it turns out you are just a plain hot dog on a naked paper plate, you need to at least make sure you get the best picture you can possibly take - in focus, at a good angle, clean, no roaches in the background, etc. If that's all you really want to put out there, but you want someone to admire it, then you're going to have to show it in its best light. You'll have to make an effort. And you'll have to accept that it may not sell right away.
Sometimes, it's worth adding to your offering. Learning a little about what your target audience wants, and then finding out how to offer that. Maybe grow a bit, and become MORE than just a hot dog on a paper plate.
Hell, you might be steak and not even know it.
Isn't it worth trying? Hey ,
Single guys if your going hit me up , you should read the profile. While I do enjoy a masculine sub , you need to be in shape and submissive. Also if you dont like mutual oral, kissing . I'm not for you .
Hi
I'm looking locally for a person (s) to have regular lunch dates or coffee date here in NYC Manhattan or Brooklyn ..
A nice restaurant conversation and see where it goes . No pressure at all.
I'll send a recent face photo to anyone who inquires once we are comfortable phone number and face time to verify .
Using the journal instead of updating my profile itself because CS just takes forever to approve any updates.
What I am looking for is a dominant playmate. Open to something casual or serious. At least something ongoing even if a FWB would be great since this lifestyle does require a degree of familiarity and trust. I am married but poly, so someone who is also poly would be ideal knowing they can't be the center of my world at all times as I don't expect to be the center of theirs. My spouse knows everything about me and knows Im looking. She has a boyfriend of her own, and we arent looking together. She will not be involved, and if you ask the conversation ends. A slave define destiny ;
A slave surrenders all its human rights and civil liberties and indeed it has no real need of them. The slave is after all just a mere nonentity that is the owned property of its lawful owner. A slave is not its owners spouse, lover, friend, associate, colleague; it is its owners owned property...period. The slave cannot say what it pleases, do what it pleases or go where it pleases. It can only do what it is told and go where it is told. Being a slave is by no means an easy option in life. A slave must have plentiful labor to keep it busy during the day so it’s never really idle. Some owners require it to endure painful suffering in order to alleviate their own stressful anxieties and/or to enhance their three dimensional cathartic euphoria and improve and maintain their general well being. Even when safety is ensured it is no easy task for the slave to endure. it has been the custom and tradition for a slave to be kept completely in various types of restraint to restrict but not prevent movement. Such restraints have varied but included shackles, locked or soldered collars, locked chastity restraints. These have served a purpose of demonstrating to the slave and to others that it is property that owns and has access to nothing of its own and that it is completely owned and under the absolute power of its designated owner. It also additionally served to reinforce the slavery through humiliation, degradation and subjugation. When it comes to clothing there is little room for compromise. Clothing for a slave is a privilege and slaves clothing is chosen for them, they embrace the Masters desires plain and simple . Failure to adopt this simple rule will give the slave ideas above his station. A slave belongs to its owner and is on the periphery of its owner’s life, not at the center of the owner’s life. It places a servile and support function role only. Its conduct in slavery must be impeccable and it must never ever let its owner down. A slave is never allowed to look at its owner's face. A slave should never ever have access to the same luxuries that a freeborn person has. It should be housed in a small locked room or a cage when it is resting or sleeping or otherwise not required. Adequate heating and ventilation provided along with food and drink and mobile toilet facilities during its confinement stay. Once owned the slave should not have any further contact with family or friends nor should it watch television, listen to the radio, read newspapers, periodicals, books, use the computer, or telephone and write to anyone. It also has no right of complaint about its treatment as a slave or any right of appeal to a third party. It is property that is owned and so it must remain. Once negotiations have ceased and agreement reached about the parameters of the said slavery, the slave itself must offer itself unconditionally and not place any hindrance in the way of its owner’s legitimate right to use her owned property as she herself chooses within the agreed parameters.
I've added several profiles to my "Favorites List" so that I can actually read thoroughly and either appreciate them or discard them as incompatible. If I hadn't added a profile that you may think is actually in line with what you're looking for, please let me know that you're interested. I'd be honored if you did. The Lesson in the Red Chair (part one)
T.L. Duncan
He showed up trembling.
Not from fear—at least, not the kind he admitted—but from the anticipation he’d been drowning in for weeks. Every message he sent dripped with eagerness, with that hungry little please he tried to hide behind politeness.
I opened the door before he had a chance to knock twice.
“Inside,” I told him.
He obeyed instantly, the good ones always do.
My living room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the salt lamp and the single, deliberate spotlight shining down on the red leather chair in the center of the room. That chair wasn’t decorative. That chair was ritual.
“Shoes off.” He complied.
“Phone on the table.” Another instant reaction.
Good. His training hadn’t even begun and he already understood offering control.
I circled him slowly, letting silence do the work. The air between us tightened when I brushed a strand of hair behind his ear—not to comfort him, but to claim space. His breath hitched, and that was when I knew: he’d fall beautifully.
I stopped in front of him.
“You said you wanted structure,” I said. “Discipline. To feel owned for one hour.”
His gaze dropped to the floor. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Look at me.”
He obeyed again, the word Ma’am still warm in the air.
I placed a finger under his chin. “Then you’ll start by kneeling.”
He sank to the floor so fast I almost laughed. Not cruelly—just with the quiet satisfaction of someone who has seen this dance a thousand times and still enjoys every second.
“Knees apart. Hands behind your back. Shoulders straight.” He adjusted three times before he got it right. Nervous boys forget how their bodies work when they’re desperate.
I walked behind him, lifted his hair, and inspected the vulnerable line of his neck. “So sensitive,” I murmured. “If I pressed my thumb here, you’d melt.”
He swallowed hard.
I didn’t touch him yet. Not physically. Instead, I moved to the red chair, sat down, and crossed my legs with deliberate slowness.
“Crawl.”
He hesitated, only for a breath. Then he placed his palms on the floor and moved toward me like he’d been waiting his whole life to be commanded that way. His breath shook with every inch he traveled.
When he reached the foot of the chair, he stopped and waited.
“Good,” I said, letting the approval slide over him like warm oil. “Now put your head on my knee.”
He rested his cheek against my thigh as if it were a pillow he’d spent years searching for. His exhale was a confession.
I stroked his hair once—reward, not affection.
“You crave rules because the world expaspects you to be strong,” I said softly. “But here, strength is mine. Obedience is yours.”
“Yes, Ma’am…”
“And you take direction beautifully. That’s why I chose you for tonight.” His whole body trembled.
I slipped my fingers into his hair and pulled his head back—not harsh, not gentle, but precise. His lips parted, surprise and need blending into something addictive.
“There are three things you’re going to learn,” I told him. “One: listen when I speak. Two: obey the first time. Three…” I leaned in, my breath barely brushing his ear. “Never make me repeat myself unless you want consequences.”
A shiver shot through him so sharp it might as well have been an orgasm.
I smiled.
“Now,” I said, loosening my hand but not releasing him. “Your lesson begins.”
His head was still in my lap when I slid my hand from his hair to the back of his neck. He froze. Not from fear—no, he was far past that—but from the realization that he had no idea what would happen next.
Good. Uncertainty is the first tool of sensory play.
“Hands flat on your thighs,” I instructed.
His palms landed instantly, but I tapped one with a single finger.
“Softer. You’re not bracing for impact. You’re waiting for permission.”
He corrected himself. Obedient. Attentive. Hungry.
I reached to the side table, slowly enough that he heard my bracelets shift but not fast enough to interpret the sound. His breathing changed—shorter, quicker—as his imagination sprinted ahead of me.
Let it.
The first thing I picked up was the silk scarf. Not to blindfold him. Not yet. I simply let the fabric glide across his forearm.
He inhaled sharply.
“Too sensitive?” I teased.
“No, Ma’am. Just… unexpected.”
“Good. That’s the point.”
I drew the silk back, then traced the same path with my fingertip—cooler, firmer, more precise. His skin twitched under the contrast.
“Tell me what you feel,” I said.
“Soft… then colder. Like my body’s trying to guess you before you touch me.”
“Your body doesn’t get to guess. It gets to react.”
He shivered, a subtle ripple that traveled from shoulder to knee.
I reached again—this time to the small wooden wand, smooth on one end, textured on the other. I let him hear it roll across my palm. His breath caught; he recognized the sound but couldn’t place it.
Perfect.
I touched his wrist with the cool, rounded end. He sucked in a breath.
Then I flipped it and dragged the textured side down the same line.
He gasped—quiet, but the kind of sound a man makes when his brain can’t decide between pleasure and restraint.
“Overwhelming?” I asked, lifting his chin with the wand.
“Yes, Ma’am…”
“Too much?”
“No, Ma’am. More.”
“Then you’ll stay still for it.”
He nodded, and I rewarded him by letting the wand trail up his inner arm—slow, deliberate, circling closer to the bend of his elbow.
He swallowed. He always swallowed when he was fighting the urge to PUNISHMENT
Punishment in BDSM is a consensual practice between adults who engage in relationships of domination and submission. However, it is important to remember that BDSM is based on the principle of safety, consensuality, and respect. Before engaging in any type of punishment game, it's critical to set clear boundaries and communicate openly and honestly with your partner.
In the context of BDSM, punishment can be used as a form of erotic play and can range from mild physical punishment, such as whipping or whipping, to psychological punishment, such as verbal humiliation or deprivation of certain pleasures. The purpose of punishment can be recreational, to generate sexual arousal, or as a way to reinforce roles of dominance and submission within the relationship.
It is important to note that punishment in the context of BDSM must always be consensual and negotiated in advance between the parties involved. Both parties should agree on boundaries, and safety signs, and establish a safe word to stop the activity if necessary. In addition, it is essential that punishment is carried out safely and permanent injury or damage is avoided.
Remember that BDSM is based on consent and mutual respect, so it's critical to maintain open communication with your partner and make sure both parties enjoy and feel safe during any punishment game. It is always advisable to educate yourself about BDSM practices, seeks reliable information, and consult with experienced people in the community before embarking on these types of activities.
To a Man-Bride, do not be fooled by the title there is a special relationship that develops between two men that can only be consummated through phallic worship. One side holds the phallus and the other the vessel where that phallus is to dwell in glory. One is the earth and the other is the plow that opens it and makes it fertile. Not in the sense of conception but in ideas, attitudes, confidence, and fulfillment. I've always despised the words sub, and passive because the imply a degree of unworthiness. The one who allows phallus to enter him IS a full and total man; because it takes a man to allow another to enter him and hold him inside and effectively owning that part of the body that makes them equals, the phallus. The glory of a male phallus is the ring of his vessel around it, pulsating, embracing, and forever inviting him deeper then who is the more complete I ask? The vessel owns two phalluses and because of that becomes twice the man. The experience of he who is entered is dual; on one hand he feel a phallus invading his intimacy but also can and touched outside because he has another phallus outside of his body to experience, savor and reach fulfillment. Therefore, like a precious object he holds both seeds, his and his partner and becomes fertile by being able to put that experience to good use and walk tall, he has become a man's man. The one who entered him is the channel through which this is achieved and it is not a minor task to bring a fellow man out of his own shadow and into his own light. Nor a master, nor a top, not a controller, but an enablerer. The role of the phallic union is to elevate both men to achieve their best potential and expand their world. Every time they will unite it will be a process of beautification and the union between those two levels of energies can only be expressed as a bride be cause ones opens willingly and a groom because he enters by his own volition. The phallus is the channel of fulfillment and will work both ways as a heterosexual and as a homosexual (in the ancient ancient aception of the word) process of fulfillment phallus illuminates, guides, centers, and diraspects, that is our destiny.
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 Update I am searching for someone who wants to control and humiliate me into becomeing a permanent woman
I need someone who wants to do this to me and enjoys seeing me submit and do as you make me do
I am hoping for a permanent relationship with no way out ever
debbie Dallas — April 23–25
I’ll be in the city briefly, and I don’t waste time on unfocused or unprepared men.
I’m open to select company while I’m there—but understand this is not casual, and it’s not for those who need to be convinced of their place.
I will not be alone. My wife will be present—she is intelligent, composed, and fully aware of my dynamic. You will conduct yourself with the same level of respect, awareness, and restraint you would expect in the presence of accomplished women.
This is not a space for nervous energy, over-talking, or performative behavior.
I expect presence, discretion, and a clear understanding of how to approach properly. You should come prepared—mentally, logistically, and otherwise. I don’t guide from the ground up in a limited window.
If you understand structure, composure, and how to present yourself with intention, you may be worth my time.
Dallas is a short stay.
Make your approach count.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen not to complain, but I'm gonna... you see, my mean evil hateful trainer took away my sugar... it's been a week of no sweet tea, sugar in the coffee, no donuts, sodas, cookies or even worse, no ice cream (who the hell does he think he is???)!!!!
honestly, except for the no ice cream thing, I am taking it pretty well... I mean, no one has died... yet...
the IGRA Royalty Competition is coming up fast, October will be here before I know it, just a few (60) more pounds to lose to my goal weight, and a few more inches to shave off the gut and waist, I'm getting there slower than I wanted but getting there... I am almost ready, just a few things left to sort out...
I still want ice cream... (are you sure this isn't "cruel and unusual punishment"?) Lately I've watched videos of people showing fake food, I've even come across some of it Myself.
But, I also question My life choice coming on this site that is now so full of fake people. They have flesh and bones yes, but no soul,
no honesty, half truths, and sometimes just down right lying losers and energy vampires.
I know I can't be the only one knowing this. I hear from men saying the same thing however , they are usually ( not always ) bullsh#ters themselves.
Yet here I am, still looking for a honest person is a sea of 1000's. Come on people, DO BETTER !
If your just looking for a play partner, say so. If you have family,property, work or a business and can't move, say so, better yet don't even write ,unless you will benefit Me.
I'm not a needy person, I do well enough on My own. I'm not looking for a certain look, body type or financial status. I don't give a sh#t.
Just because the world is going a bit crazy doesn't mean you have to.
I only want grounded honest people around Me. That's it !
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