OWNED & COLLARED
....... to follow, much muttering and pouting after having written the worlds longest profile and nada, zip, zero .... So I will update when I've stopped pouting about it :-)
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** before my message box explodes, i have a Master and i am His property, i would like to meet friends of the pervy kinky inclination but i am collared, owned and solely His property. W/we are interested in possibly meeting with a like minded individuals for one off "fun times" and joining a local munch **
Ok so here goes ...... again !?
I am new to all things BDSM, having little prior experience, I always knew sexually & of mind that I had what I thought of as pervy ideas, turns out I might not be a total weirdo as there are a lot of us pervy kinky souls out there :-) phew?
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My first foray into this lifestyle taught me many things, some good some not so. I arrived in a chatroom and clearly must have been a deer in the headlights, in the first few weeks of chatting I learned water sports are not wind surfing, no matter what my nick was I would be called slut, whore, cunt and pet .... and no apparently pet was not the endearing term I had always associated with people from Newcastle.?
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So began the best & worst 4 months of my life, I managed to be collared to a Dom & His wife without realising what a collar was or signified, told hards limits were at His discretion (once I had googled enough to learn a little of limits) and I wasn't allowed any, i was to live poly with them eventually and when & if W/we met I was His to use how He saw fit in any manor He chose.?
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I lost who I was, I lost my spirit & my soul.
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I knew I had to remove the collar and be free when I found myself on my knees crying as I didn't know what I should wear, I was broken, I could no longer make even the smallest decisions alone, I was terrified I would endure His wrath, which included being left with no contact for days, knowing I would suffer the most this way. I was a mess and He had taken and destroyed everything about me, I turned out to be His toy His pet and one of many. ?Luckily I had met many people online who supported me and helped me see that, this was not what it was all about and supported me as I left, and have since become lifelong friends.
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I fell spectacularly, broken and desolate, I spiralled out of control, I spent much of my time talking to Doms who would treat me in the way I felt I deserved, the worse the better, the more I was broken the less emotional pain I felt. I became numb, i died inside. ?The friends I had met stood by me as I fell and were there when I needed them, listened offered advice and cared.
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Then He came into my life, He caught me while I was falling and cherished me, He taught me Doms can be caring, patient, healing and that I was precious to Him. ?I found myself, my smart mouth, stubborn streak and cheeky nature returned. W/we finally met in real life and He was everything I knew He would be, tolerant to a point, gentle yet unyielding, loving and controlled. ?He showed me things I never knew existed, took me to places He knew my body needed, ?became my place of solace. ?He asked me after a while to honour Him by wearing His collar, I choked I was afraid I had sworn i would never have another, i wanted to run, yet in Him I knew I had been saved that I would be safe.?
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i wear His collar with pride and I am grateful every day for this Man who took something broken and afraid, turning it into something precious, nurtured and wanted.
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I am His mind, body and soul, and His alone.
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If you're still awake after that epic profile, I am here to make new friends, meet likeminded souls chat and giggle, but not to be used, abused or berated.
