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To those who tried to contact me over the last week I didn't reply as I was sentenced to five days in the basement for displeasing Goddess Tabitha.
I was allowed no outsdide contact wuth anyone and she only came into the basement twice a day to hand me food and close the door in my face.
She lifted mmy sentence and allowed me to return to help new slaves with questions about the 24/7 life. Thae basement has a toilet and sink so to all the scat folks I had water and a toilet. She isn't that cruel.
I am currently working on catching up on my mail and please and feel free to ask anyting if you are new to the BDSM life. Another day, another journal entry...
This is subMeghan, once again announcing to you all that as I type this I am naked, wearing only my collar (and glasses), just as my Dom wishes... and his wish, is my command...
I got several follow-up messages regarding my last journal entry. So here are some of the details you all demanded to know.
I was tied to a wooden chair with a high back. Yes, my legs were spread wide apart with each ankle pulled back and tied to a back leg of the chair in such a way that only my toes touched the ground. My wrists were tied together behind my back and behind the back of the chair. No, I was not blindfolded, but my Dom did remove my glasses. Oh course I was naked. (I don't know why someone would have thought otherwise.)
As my Dom was going to leave me alone like this while he went to the grocery store, no nipple clamps, no clothes pins were used. No ball gag was used. Nothing extreme. We wanted to play it safe since I'd be alone. Although I would have preferred it, I was not allowed to have a virbrator. All in all, this was a relatively easy position to maintain.
No, I did not try and escape. Again, I was alone and that might be dangerous. Let's see... My dom was gone for at least an hour. So basically I just sat there and waited. When he came home, he did not immediately untie me, but rather did a few things first. When he did untie me, he directed me to go and put the groceries away, which I did...
I think that answered everybody's questions. If not, let me know...
I hope you all have a great holiday weekend.
subMeghan
The heart lake is full to the brim and the ducks are making ripples along the surface. For the past few days as I drive around the bend and peek over, I've noticed this one duck sitting on the side. She hasn't moved at all, not a feather. There are eggs under there I am sure, and she's doing the nesting thing, protecting her precious cargo. I think about how I traded my heart lake back to nature, was it last year? And how everything is new. New water, new green growth, new life. I can't help but think there is a newness for me, too, and maybe just like that mama duck I need to be patient and nurturing. For me. For whatever is coming. Nature is still leaving me hearts, I see them in rocks, in leaves, in blossoms and pavement cracks. I like to think they are little notes to remind me I am not forgotten, and maybe something wonderful is on the way if I give it time to grow. Stretchmarks, scars and cellulite
It's a conversation that i've had far too often. "I want to take it off but I have scars", "I hope you don't mind my stretch marks" or what's worse "please don't be disappointed".
I can't and i'm not going to pretend to speak for all men ( I am increasingly realising that there are a large number of us who are unequivocal dick heads) But I can say with confidence that I am not phased in the slightest. By your scars, your stretch marks or any other imperfections.Each one of them is a different aspect of you and possibly even tells a story that explains why you are the incredible person you are.
My favourite thing to do on a play date is you standing in front of me so I can enjoy and explore every inch of you. I crouch in the dim light, low to the ground, my muscles coiled with anticipation. My heart beats with the thrill of the chase, yet no footsteps follow, no predator’s growl answers my call. I’m a kitten playing in the shadows, batting at a love that slips through my claws. You, so distant, so untouchable, are the prey I’ll never catch—the storm I’ll never tame.
The air is thick with the scent of longing. I arch my back, purring softly, an offering of submission, a plea for connection. But the silence stretches between us, sharp and cruel, like the edge of a blade grazing skin. I reach for you in my primal way, a growl in my throat, a playful swat, a desperate leap. You stand still, unyielding, unseeing.
I ache for your touch, even if it stings. I crave the thrill of being hunted, the satisfaction of surrendering to you, the sharpness of your love cutting through me. Instead, I am left to prowl alone, circling a void that offers nothing in return. Every glance you give that doesn’t linger, every word spoken without weight, slices through me deeper than any knife.
In my dreams, you are the hunter. You snarl, you chase, you pin me to the earth. Your teeth graze my neck, and I surrender willingly, body and soul. But reality is a different kind of pain, one that gnaws at me in quiet moments. You don’t see the way I tremble for you, the way I offer myself with every arch of my back, every purr in my throat, every unspoken word.
The shadows are my companions now. I curl into them, licking wounds that refuse to heal. I am the kitten you’ll never chase, the prey you’ll never capture. Still, I remain here, waiting, aching, caught in this endless edge between desire and despair, loving you in the dark where you’ll never look It is different...I know a number of widows, who are remarried to widowers... I kind of thought it a little odd until I became a widow myself. I wondered, are grief groups like the only place to meet someone once you are a widow? Are grief groups like speed dating after a while, you start going through the people there until you settle down with one because, well, at that age that is what is left? But like I said, then I became a widow... I "joined the club" no one would ever wish for anyone to ever have to join... and I get it now. It is a club. We get each other in ways others don't. It wasn't a divorce, it was a death. We will always love them. We will always speak fondly of them. Our eyes will always water at their memory. Their birthday, our anniversary, the anniversary of their death... will always be hard days. There might be children in our lives that will always will need to be comforted, and allowed space to honor their memories and love for the person. However, there is still a need for companionship again at some point. Room for love again. Desire for tactile touch of another human being on our starved bodies... It is hard to explain to someone outside the club that just because we speak fondly, cry occasionally, tell funny stories about... doesn't mean we somehow care less about our current relationship. We aren't comparing them, we aren't seeing which one is better. We are in the present with them now, and we are happy to be there... We just came with baggage, and it isn't bad baggage, we just need to be allowed to have it... Chapter one - Sweet Slave (Or, How it all Began).
A story I wrote for fetlife.I take the bottle of wine from the fridge and pull the cork, giving it a little time to breathe. I dice the onions, and throw them in the pan. I like that sizzling sound they make... I add the spices, then diced chicken breast. I let it brown a little, before adding the coconut milk and putting the rice on.
I get a text from you - you're on your way. I start dressing the table - a rose in a vase, a candle in a brass candlestick, nothing too fancy. I'm not the fancy kind, I don't want to give the wrong impression this early on in a relationship. If this works out, I want it to be for the right reasons.
The doorbell rings shortly afterwards. You're smiling as I open the door and ask you in, you genuinely seem pleased to be here - pleased to see me. "I didn't know what else to bring," you say, handing me a bottle of red wine. I smile and kiss your cheek, then take you to the kitchen, where the meal is spread out already. You give me a coy smile as I pull out a chair for you to sit down.
"This looks amazing." You take a bite. "You weren't lying, you really do know how to cook!" you exclaim. "This tastes amazing, my local takeaway could learn a thing or two from you..." you giggle a little as you speak. "Honestly, it's such a simple recipe, and I just add a little double cream, it gives it something extra," I say, glad that you seem to be honestly enjoying the food. I pour you a little wine and smile at you. "I'm really glad you agreed to this, I know it must make you very nervous," I say. "I haven't had much luck with first dates in the past. I don't seem to make a good impression until someone truly gets to know me. I guess that's why I wanted to chat online for a while before we actually did this."
You smile and look down at your plate, pushing food around, then taking a bite. You glance up at me and smile again, blushing a little. "I'm very shy around people I like - you know, that way," you say. "I was glad you wanted to go slowly at first too." I smile back at you, a sweetness seems to wash over me from your direction. I'm a little enamoured by you already, but I dare not say that to you, in case it scares you off. Something inside me feels your submissive nature - your little glances at me, the way you hide your face partially with your silky hair. The way you blush when our eyes meet, and immediately look at the floor, smiling. I like it. I kinda want to growl at you, but that feels premature.
We finish dinner, then we sit down to watch the movie we'd decided on beforehand. Amélie. We've both seen it before and loved it, but neither of us has seen it in a long time - so it seemed a safe way to spend a little time together. I put my arm around you and we watch the film, wonderfully quirky yet romantic, watching Amélie fall for Nino. As the movie ends, I find that you've wrapped yourself up in my arms and you're clinging to my arm, resting against me like I'm a giant teddy bear. You start sucking on my thumb...
I look at you for a moment. I'm not certain what to make of this action. You turn to me and smile. "I'm... I don't know why I did that..." you say, looking concerned. I smile at you, letting you know I don't mind, and you smile back, relaxing visibly. I kiss you...
You tense up and squeak, then let out a little sigh as you relax. I put my hand on your back and pull you closer, you put your arms around my neck in return, and we kiss - gently at first, but heat builds up between us and it's not long before we're kissing with a fervent passion. I push you down onto the sofa and pin your arms above your head, kissing you into the sofa. You moan and put your legs around my waist.
I break the kiss and growl at you. You squeak again, then look at me like a naughty schoolgirl. You have the same thing on your mind as I do. I pick you up, carry you to the bedroom, and put you on the bed gently. I start undressing you as I kiss you, getting a little rougher with each garment tossed aside - until finally I tear your panties off and toss them who knows where. I rub your pubic mound in circles as I kiss you, teasing you, and you let out a little moan.
I break the kiss and look into your gorgeous, sparkling eyes. You look comfortable, I see no fear in your eyes, just a naughty twinkle. "I have something for you," I say. I take a pair of fur-lined cuffs from my side table and I secure your wrists to the headboard. I pull your legs apart and I settle between your thighs, my face so close to your sex you can feel my breath. You have a buttplug in your ass, topped with a heart-shaped crystal. I rub it gently in circles for a moment, teasing you with it. "Oh, oh, I umm..." you start to say, but I lick your clitoris and you let out a squeal. "Oh, lordy, please don't stop..." you whisper, breathlessly. I lick your clitoris until it starts to engorge, then I start sucking on it gently. You squeal again, looking down at me, and we lock eyes as I pleasure you with my mouth.
"I've never... No-one's... Oh, my god..." you say, seeming a little overwhelmed. I push a finger into you gently and you gasp, your breath hitching a little. "Please, please don't stop, or I'll explode," you say to me, eyes practically begging. I feel you open up and I push another finger into you, fingering you for a few moments before I turn my fingers upward, find your G-spot and massage it gently with both fingers. You hit the back of your head on the pillow repeatedly, then lie back and whisper "What... What are you doing to me??".
It barely takes a minute and you're panting. I build up pressure on your G-spot, licking and sucking your clit with more enthusiasm. You start to roll your hips involuntarily, which I take as a sign that you're close, so I up the pressure a little more, watching you closely for signs I'm overdoing it - but you just squirm on the bed, eyes closed, rubbing your cheek against your arm and gasping. You seem to be trying to say something, but you're clearly too overwhelmed to manage to get your thoughts into some cohesive form.
I feel you tighten around my fingers and your body shudders. Your legs tremble gently and you arch your back. "Ohhh... Oh my... My lord... OOOOH! OOOOH FUCK!" I smile. I know you're not big on profanity, so I take this as a very good sign. Moments later, you're smiling down at me, panting. You look at me with such affection that I think you're going to propose to me for a moment, but then you say "No one's ever done that to me before. Please tell me we can do that again sometimes, it was amazing".
I smile up at you. "Only all the time, gorgeous. But now, it's my turn." I pull your legs up either side of your head and penetrate you gently. You immediately squeal out in pain, screwing up your eyes. I pull out. "I... I haven't... It's been a long time..." you say. I stroke your hair and push a finger gently into your wetness. You let out a sigh, and I finger you gently, slipping in another finger, then after a while, I feel you open enough that I can slip in a third. "You're extremely tight, gorgeous," I say. You look embarrassed. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie. I'm sorry I hurt you."
"I... I kinda liked it..." you say. I look at you and let out an involuntary growl. My fingers come out of you and my dick goes in. You bite your lip and squeak again. "Tell me how you feel," I say. "It hurts a little... But I like it... Please, don't stop..." you reply. You There are some really disrespectful retards on here. They have several Journal entries complaining about this or that premise they claim not to like, but when you contact them, they behave exactly like their own Journal entry complains about.
Is it really too much effort when someone clearly has taken the time to write to you, to answer it with a Not Interested reply if they don't interest you?
Is 2 clicks (reply - send message) followed by 12 measley letters and a space (Not Interested) too much effort for your brain?
You normally complain about the manners of whoever (its not entirely Doms or sub specific, I know both groups have extremely boneidle members on these kind of sites). I appreciate that some of you are looking for a specific niche, a specific thing, a set of requirements essential to your happiness, but grow the fuck up, this lifestyle is generally ruled by one concept, Compromise, because you will unlikely in 99 in 100 contacts get every T crossed and every I dotted to your expectations
Your arrogance allows you to bypass someone genuine whom might be able to compromise in return and give you most of those little quirks, if not all, you seek to get your perfect BDSM partner.... but no you choose to ignore them and let them pass you by, because you seek perfection from the start? Got a million cheesy pick up lines to use.
Do you mind if I Slytherin? Been a while since wrote this stufff. Basically there is no joy unless the Femdom is into something making it much easier. Foot Worship has no value if are not into it but knowing what can do along with what are into is important. Like piercings are not good as anemic or thallsemia so lack enough blood its not like some random limit. Needles were never my thing neutral if person has tats as that can be hit or miss depending on taste. Would not be against getting married or being live in. Female has the money or owns house should be able to serve as not able to provide. Rich guys living as subs is more like movies. Those unable to provide end up as slaves or servants basically in reality. Been caregiver to mom dealing with sick dogs hence things semm a lot easier as would not want to see or believe even if name was Ripley not from Aliens. Site is kinda meh finally found browser to work along with getting win11 laptop. Vanilla relationships and monogamous relationships are perfectly acceptable. However, these things are NOT my interest and are not for me. While this site is a bit limited in orientation, I identify as a dominant sadist. While I can enjoy sex occasionally, I tend to require kink as an aspect of my relationship. I am also an ethical non-monogamist, and require that any partner\playmate be accepting of that.
Really, I'm looking for a good person who's understanding and reasonable who I can sexually destroy and finish the evening with hot tea and cartoons under a warm blanket.
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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Is being honest worthwhile?
So once again I find myself questioning my upbringing, use of manners and being open and honest. A good conversation started but as normal soon stalled due to my honesty in the questions being asked.
Why is it that people are here looking for certain attributes in both a person and scenario and as soon as the finer details are discussed then it all comes to a stuttering halt?
I have no issue with people being reticent to give out too many details too quickly, but it seems the conversation starts with a full decriptive dump of what the other person wants. Little time spent getting to know the person before you and so when the finer details are discussed then it all becomes an issue.
Hence, is it worthwhile being honest? Let me know your thoughts. Be seeing you.
The pool party was in Royal OUak, a very nice suburb of Houston. I was admiring all the large homes with long driveways and manicured lawns. When I arrived at the house, I pulled into the driveway and parked behind a Tesla. I checked my face in the mirror and got out of my car. I wore a black string bikini under a black cover up with a pair of wedges and some sunglasses.
I could hear voices, music and splashing on the other side of the privacy fence. I opened the door and I looked around. From my left was the back of the house that had a covered patio. The large yard surrounded a big pool with lounge chairs and tables with umbrellas. To the right was a tiki bar. I headed there.
Heather called out to me , "Hey! I'm glad you made it. Why don't you get a cocktail and chill? Bartender? Give her whatever she wants."
I smiled and asked for a hurricane. Coming right up, he said. I looked around and saw people enjoying the day. Most were in or near the pool. There was mostly a mixture of 20 and 30 somethings. A group of four were sitting at a table enjoying a blunt. I headed there.
Me, smiling: Can I try?
"Sure gorgeous" a handsome guy said and handed it to me. "Hey are you that new girl I heard about?"
Me, smiling: "Maybe!"
Heather, waving to get my attention: "Come here I want to introduce you to someone.". She led me towards the house as Jim and another man were emerging from the back.
Jim, looking at the other man: This is the one I told you about." This is Renee, he provides the financing for my movies. "
Renee, smiling at me: It's nice to meet you. I heard you have a nice set of abs. May I see them?
I opened my cover up and showed off my body. I flexed my abs and instinctively did a bicep pose.
Renee, still smiling: You have a very nice body. Any tattoos?"
Me: "No, I'm all natural.". I glanced at Heather, smiling.
Jim, to me: "Enjoy the party. We'll talk later." And the two men walk back inside the house.
Heather, to me: "Let's go swimming."
And we spent the rest of the afternoon just partying and enjoying the pool. Throughout the day I met other people in the movie business. There was a black female actress. A Latino male actor said hello. I met a lighting guy, a sound guy, some grips, gaffers, a set manager, a camera man and an editor. I had no idea what some of them did until they explained it to me. No wonder films are so expensive.
Next, The Pitch
Submission Without a Name
If someone asks me how, as a little, I can be so submissive… so devoted…I’ll tell them this:
I’ve been devoted to my Daddy for 19 years—without a name, a face, or a single word of recognition.Through dangerous seasons, through heartbreak, through loneliness that cracked my chest open,I’ve held onto the quiet knowing that he exists. That he’s real. That he’s out there,becoming the man who can claim me.
I’ve never stopped looking. I’ve never shut the door.Even when my heart was heavy. Even when the world told me to give up.My devotion didn’t begin when I met him—it began when I realized what I was born to give.
That’s the depth I bring to this lifestyle. That’s the weight of my submission.Not play. Not a phase. Not a game.A spiritual path. A sacred promise. A longing that became a practice.
So when he finally arrives, I’ll already be ready.Because I’ve been his for years—long before he ever knew I existed. Coming to, you blink trying to get a grasp on your surroundings. Your vision is obstructed and when you blink, all you see is darkness. Moving your head, you feel that your head is placed on a softness that can easily be identified as a pillow. Panic alerts the hair on your arms and your heart starts to race. You try to reach for whatever fabric is covering your eyes, just for your arms to not move when instructed. Jerking again, you realize that your arms have been tied together and stretched out just enough for you to be safely propped up on them. Tugging roughly, you can hear the rope slide across the metal of a bed frame. Frantically struggling again, you try to kick your feet, also strapped down and you realize you cannot move them apart or lay down. Your ass is in the air and just as a breeze kisses the skin of your ass, you realize how quiet it is. You haven’t heard a single movement that you didn’t create.
You thank your lucky stars that has blessed you with the chance to escape.
With the knowledge of your bare asshole in the air and unprotected, your arms bound and inescapable, you test your feet again. There is a bar extender that has your feet cuffed and spread perfectly. If you extend your toes just enough, you can feel the edge of a footboard. Sweat is beading at your hairline now, but for some reason, you’re starting to grow. Cold metal wraps around your cock like your hand does every Friday and your nuts are sent to your stomach.
You can’t believe it… Chastity.
You’ve been bound, blindfolded, spread open and locked up. Adrenaline spikes your blood flow and you rack your brain with the best possible way to escape before the inevitable. Fighting against the rope and trying to free your hands, you’re panting, trying your hardest to not make noise. But how can you be quiet when trying to escape?
You feel the breath on your ear before you hear her.
It's been awhile. It seems that fewer and fewer people are interested in an actual D/s dynamic. They want a provider, they want just a little bit of kink on the weekends. Maybe that was always the case. After many years here I just see a trend towards transactional relationships that have nothing really to do with D/s.
Nevertheless, I am amazed at the good and genuine people who stick around and have good intentions. You all make it worth logging in. Thank you for arriving and staying. I met a very wonderful new Master yesterday and after exchanging a few messages here on CS we moved to another messaging service.
We spent a long time discussing the nature of slavery, its depth and ultmiately its simplicity.
We also talked about the key role that three things - trust, communication and love - have in scaffolding the long and iffcult journey a free (albeit submissive) person faces as they move into slavery, with a slave's outlook and a slave's mindset.
Even in a few short hours He opened my eyes to new possibilities. It was a wonderful afternoon/evening and I hope this journal entry captures my gratitude to Master for His time and patience yesterday. Another Week. The search continues.
It's frustraing on this site. (As well as others) to the lack of interaction. What is even more frustrating is when you meet or see a profile and Domme on here that you KNOW you would be what they want. They check ever box. Age, Desires, Interests, all of them. Yet it's impossible to score an interview with them. One day..one day!
Also I do ADORE getting the messages and the views of my profile. I'd say this to the guys on here. Just create the profile in red as a Domme. I mean. It's all online anyway. Right? Fool me and play the part!:)
Still writing on LE as well. If anyone wants to read up on me there..let me know!
The Weight of Three Minutes : End
"Unzip my skirt," I ordered, my voice rougher now, the command firm. "Slowly."
His hands emerged from behind his back with visible reluctance, as though the loss of that self-imposed restraint felt like a diminishment. He found the zipper at my hip with trembling fingers and drew it down with excruciating care, the teeth separating inch by inch, the fabric parting to reveal what I wore beneath, thigh-high stockings in sheer black, the lace tops pressing into my skin, and between them, nothing but my own arousal, glistening and undeniable.
I let the skirt fall, stepping out of it with deliberate grace, and settled back against the chair with my legs parted just enough to display everything he was forbidden to touch. I watched his gaze track down my body, watched the moment he registered my wetness, the visible evidence of what his submission had done to me.
"Look at what you can't have," I taunted, and heard the cruelty in my own voice, the deliberate sharpening of his hunger. "You over steeped my tea. You don't get to taste this."
He made a sound: helpless, desperate, and I saw his hands clench at his sides, the struggle for control visible in every line of his body. His arousal was unmistakable now, straining against the constraint of his clothing, and I let my gaze linger there deliberately, acknowledging what I was denying him even as I refused to relieve it.
I held his eyes for a long moment, letting him feel the weight of my decision, the absolute nature of my control. Then I reached forward and caught his hair in my hand, gripping tight enough to direct him, to control every movement.
"You over steeped the tea," I repeated, my voice dropping to something almost gentle, almost tender in its cruelty. "So you're going to steep yourself in me."
I pulled him forward without ceremony, pressing his face between my thighs with deliberate force. He made a sound of surprise, gratitude, desperate relief, and then I felt it, the hot wet pressure of his tongue finding me, eager and unskilled in his hunger, lapping at me with the desperate thoroughness of someone who knew this was his only permitted release.
I held him there with my grip in his hair, setting the rhythm, controlling the pressure, using his mouth exactly as I needed. I gasped, my own arousal cresting faster than I had expected, sharpened by the power of holding him, directing him, denying him everything but this service. "Don't you dare stop too soon. I'll make you regret it."
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue finding my clit with desperate precision, lapping and circling with the frantic energy of someone who knew his pleasure depended entirely on mine. I felt the heat building, the tight coil of release gathering at my core, and I rode his face harder, grinding against his mouth with abandon, using him exactly as I had promised.
The orgasm hit me suddenly, violent and consuming, my body arching as I cried out, my grip in his hair tightening painfully. I held him there through it, not allowing him to retreat, forcing him to feel every pulse, every aftershock, to understand completely that he had served his purpose. My chest heaved, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and I let my head fall back against the chair, savoring the weight of satisfaction the ruined tea had failed to provide.
I held him there a moment longer than necessary, feeling the wet heat of his face against my thigh, the subtle tremor in his shoulders as he waited for my permission to move. Then I released my grip on his hair, letting my hand fall to rest on the arm of the chair, and I looked down at him with the lazy satisfaction of someone who had taken exactly what she wanted.
"Better," I murmured, the assessment carrying the weight of both praise and dismissal. "At least you can follow some instructions."
He brings what I need without being asked, which is the only acceptable way to bring anything in this house. Cool water, a warm cloth, everything arranged with the quiet efficiency of a man who has understood that the aftermath of my pleasure is as sacred as the pleasure itself and deserves the same quality of attention. He assists me back into my clothing with careful hands, smoothing fabric, fastening what needs fastening, restoring the precise and elegant exterior that the world sees when it looks at me. When I am dressed he steps back and kneels without being told.
"Devotional," I say, and hand him The Binder, observing him as he flips to the correct page. "Then lunch."
He bows his head, and begins reciting from the large book.
"She is the standard and the destination.
What I give is never enough until she glows.
I serve the aftermath as I serve the moment.
I am most fully myself at the bottom of her world.
This is my honor. This is my purpose. This is my place."
He rises, bows one last time, moves to the kitchen, and begins preparing lunch as I stretch out in the sun on a love seat with my book in hand, feeling like a cat that caught the cream.
(Finis/End) The House Doctrine of Master George Part 1 of 2
A Journal Entry for the Instruction of Slaves and the Record of My Household Philosophy
Preamble
To be a slave in my household is to make a deliberate and life-altering choice. This is not casual D/s, nor is it a temporary thrill that fades when the mood passes. It is a structured, enduring commitment where the Master commands completely and the slave obeys without hesitation. This arrangement is built on mutual understanding: the slave gives themselves fully, and in return receives structure, protection, and belonging that few will ever know.
The relationship I offer is rooted in the tradition of Total Power Exchange (TPE), but refined through years of leadership, discipline, and the lessons learned from both military command and the guidance of households past. Here, slavery is not a costume worn for a scene — it is a state of being, a way of life.
The Five Axioms of a Slave
Every slave who serves under me must learn and live by these five axioms. They are the foundation of service in my house, and they are not negotiable.
Excellence in Service – A slave serves with excellence in all things while striving always for perfection. Mediocrity has no place here.
Truth in All Things – A slave is fully revealing about all matters at all times to the Master. There is no secrecy, no hidden truth.
Service Without Reservation – A slave serves without humiliation, hesitation, reservation, embarrassment, modesty, or shame. Their body, mind, and time are all for the Master’s use.
Surrender of the Self – Before a slave can surrender to the Master, they must first surrender to themselves, accepting their nature without resistance.
Property of the Master – A slave is property; therefore, their Master’s pleasure and use come first and foremost in all things.
The Benefits of Being My Slave
To kneel for me is not to lose yourself — it is to find the truest version of who you are meant to be. Under my collar, a slave gains far more than they surrender.
Structure and Stability In my house, you will never wonder where you stand. Rules are clear, discipline is consistent, and leadership is unwavering. There is no confusion about your role or purpose — you will always know exactly what is expected of you.
A Defined Identity Once I claim you, your identity as “slave” becomes absolute. It is not a game, not a temporary title. It becomes who you are, and in that identity, you will find clarity and certainty.
Protection and Security My authority is both shield and sword. Under my command, you are guarded from outside harm, defended against disrespect, and guided through life’s storms. My rules are not just for control — they are for your safety and well-being.
Growth Through Discipline I am not a Master who allows stagnation. I will push you to improve, to master new skills, to refine your service until it reaches the standard I demand. Weakness will be stripped away. Strength will be cultivated.
A Bond Deeper Than Equals I will know you in every detail — your habits, your triggers, your limits, and your strengths. Our connection will be forged through shared trials, daily service, and unbroken loyalty. This bond will not be casual; it will be absolute.
Belonging to Something Greater This is not a solitary arrangement. My household is a structure with hierarchy, purpose, and unity. As my slave, you join something larger than yourself. You contribute to the maintenance, honor, and legacy of this house.
******* see part 2 of 2 for the rest She would probably have bent over the padded bench if he had told her too, but he had lifted her easily and firmly pushed her over it. If asked she would have reached forward and held the legs before he had secured her wrists to them. Likewise she might have spread her feet wide, but there was no choice given at all, and she was helpless.
She would not have tied her hair in a ponytail but she was in no position to resist, or to stop him tightening the strap over her lower back that forced so wanton a display of her buttocks. He had bared her nipples by removing her bra with a knife.
She was denied the modesty of her skirt when he tucked it up in the waistband. The tie sided panties were soon pressed into her mouth which he had been made it available by attaching her hair to the waist strap, forcing her head back so affording her only a forward view.
She was now displayed, securely bound and completely available.
A familiar sound made her wonder if his intention was to use or discipline her. He had a crop in a Velcro sealed case, it wasn’t often she regretted her music playing however it concealed enough of the sound to make her unsure, was it the crop case opening, or was it his trouser zip?
She involuntarily clenched her buttocks, this served to pucker her anus, almost inviting him to use her there. – she suddenly wondered if could serve to distract him?.. Then wondered again if he actually intended to beat her? Moments prior to her restraint he had demanded her tongue, ‘Good girl ‘he had murmured into her mouth before his hand descended and found her becoming aroused.
She heard his step on the wooden floor; her curiosity would soon be resolved. Being a Dominant is not like the military where rank assumes obedience. The “rank” of Dominant or Master is not assumed by the Dominant but bestowed by a submissive.
This is important because it cuts to the heart of why a Dominant has the authority to give “orders” in the first place. A Dom only has power because he has been granted that power by the submissive. And a submissive grants that power to someone he respects, trusts, desires, and believes has his best interests at heart.
He grants it to someone with whom he feels completely safe and protected. So yes, I as a Dominant do in fact give orders. But my orders are not simply motivated by desire for blind obedience but are often targeted at a higher purpose. Sure, often they are for my personal pleasure. But they are also designed to instill knowledge, establish norms of behavior, set expectations for performance, and above all, challenge my sub to be the best person he can possibly be both in and outside our relationship.
They are also designed to similarly challenge me. I always strive to be a better person, a better partner, a better Dominant, and have our mutual interests always at heart.
Being a Dominant is less about assuming authority than being a leader.
A leader earns the right to lead.
My sub gives me all the power I have as a Dominant.
What I do with that power is up to me. But if I use it unwisely or selfishly, it will evaporate and my sub will opt to vote with his feet.
D/s is, after all, a consensual agreement between two free persons and thus can be terminated when one or the other is not satisfied.
D/s and even M/s are not true slavery, even when we choose to call it that.
Ultimately, the submissive decides who will be his leader or if he will take on a leader at all.
It is that decision that empowers the Dominant, and that decision is earned, not taken. November 15th, 2024
Back on collarspace!
November 4th, 2020
I had not been online for quite long. I just come to update my profile and to reply all those kind and gentle messages from my contacts. My life changed quite a lot and those days when all was fun and BDSM and long gone. I became a mother of two beautiful boys and with all the Covid19 situation, my life is reduced to motherhood. I love my family and do not regret it but I miss those days when I was never worried, I was always sitting pretty, dressing like the queen I am and being served by female and male subs. Perhaps some day that will happen again? )UPDATE Yes, life evolves and keeps going!I moved to Belgium, I am in the process of divorcing but I am still in a poly relationship (that has not change). This is my second week in Belgium and I am hoping soon to be ready to get involve in the local BDSM scene.I would love to get to know people around here and know how things work around. It would be great to get a domestic slave and an assistant, a Lady is always in constant need of attention...............................................................................................................Relocating soon to Belgium... I've always found it interesting how females, in general, like to show themselves off...
To the men they like, total strangers, friends and mere aquaintances, to anyone who would give them even the least bit of attention.
But what's most interesting of all is that even women that portray themselves as dominant can't escape the very nature of the female creature that lurks within them.
And thus, get naked like mere sluts, slaves to their lust and desire for attention, parade and show off their bodies to anyone who would want to look at what they have to offer. Tonight has been... wine, re-watching my comfort movies, thinking about rain and bad weather ( I'm weird and I love 'bad' weather)... it has also been me wondering if I have enough autumn decor in my aparment. I need more pumpkins, more twinkly lights. My home should look like 'autumn' threw up in here. Instead, it is tasteful and subtle instead of gauche. But sometimes, sometimes I really like gauche. I suppose there is too much of a good thing at times. But when I fall in love with something, I like it to consume me, or to be consumed by it. I have fallen out of love with humanity for the most part so...I love silly things instead. Or maybe it is more accurate to say that I am not currently on speaking terms with humanity. I'll always love it because I love people but... things, inanimate things..things that are tangible in my hands like the felt leaves I taped to my wall are easier to love. They make me happy when I look at it. I swear I am like a little girl in a grown woman's body. If that little girl drank too much wine and was extremely repressed.... YAY! The profile editing works!!
I just kept pasting pieces a little at a time to determine what it was to which the site was ing, and eventually, got it figured out. There is also a character limit on profiles now, but it seems, not on journal entries.
If you try to edit your profile and get a page saying you are blocked, it probably means you have too many links or some kind(s) of "forbidden" words in your profile. It let me have two links in my profile, which is fine, because all the links I had are also on where I linked to. If you wanted to have more links on here, you could probably put them in your journal, though you may need to use multiple entries, but really, how many links do you need on here if you are not trying to spam opr scam people??
Why I only looking for a long term relationship:
I am a smart and educated boy but very hypersexual. If I don't life it in a hypersexualized relationship than I jerk off multiple times a day or think about kinky stuff. Another thing is you can't find the right kinky one near you and special kinks needs time and trust. Also my time simply run away and I need to decide if a HRT is needed to fulfill my sexual life.
The more extrem stuff that become possible:
total ownership (TPE Relationship)
permanent chastity (learn to get pleasure when please)
become fully feminized (hrt was always a thing if I find the right man)
other things like extreme corsetted waist training
I'm an open book! Ask me anything!
It seems on the surface to be a very friendly declaration. Maybe you think "Wow, anything!? How brave!" And perhaps they are being brave and truly would answer any question put to them. But my experience is different.
When someone says "ask me anything," their contribution to getting to know each other frequently stops there except for answering direct questions asked of them. There is frequently no sharing of "more" or stories of "Oh, when that happened to me..." Instead the only things I learn are the things I ask directly. Which shifts the emotional burden of getting to know each other from "US" to "ME." And later on, if I didnt know something, the blame shifts to me for not having the forethought to ask, rather than it being on them for not volunteering relevant information, or better yet shared blame for not getting to know each other better before XYZ.
My first marriage was to a man that I believe was and still is a compulsive liar. And one thing he did that was excruciating to me was NEVER volunteer information. It was a method of CYA (Cover Your Ass) so that if he had to cover something up, the less that was known the fewer things he had to cover or sweep under the rug. Trying to get information out of him was like pulling teeth.
So I admit, when I see "I'm an open book!" I have a knee jerk reaction, but it is not solely based on the experience with my ex-husband. I have dealt with more than a handful of people with that mantra both online and off over the years and for the most part, they have similar traits. No volunteering information, only answer if asked, no sharing about experiences spontaneously, and only share as much information as necessary to cover the question.
My advice (unsolicited, worth what you pay for it) if you use one of these phrases and you are sincerely trying to be open and brave, is this:
1.) Find another way to word it. Saying you are an open book triggers a knee jerk reaction in more people than just me.
2.) Take the time to realize what you would like to know about a potential partner in early getting to know each other stages
3.) Be prepared to offer the same information about yourself without waiting to be asked each specific piece of information before you share it.
What this may look like: Hi I'm Elorin. "Hi, I'm Jim. Can you tell me a little about yourself?" Well, you found me on FetLife so you know I'm kinky. I've been into kink for over 20 years, I consider myself a Dominant Sadistic leaning switch and I like canes.
You don't have to tell everything at one question. But you don't have to make them dig for pieces of information, either. I didn't volunteer information about my relationship status, the number of pets I have, or my sexual orientation. You can give that information as it comes up. But don't be of the mindset that you need to hoard your information anymore than that each question needs a two page info dump. Pace yourself, be open, and share equal and similar information to what someone shares with you.
My $0.02
~Me Nov 2021
gigi is fully retired, fully Covid vaccinated as of this month. She is in chastity under the control of Mistress Jewels, even though gigi is in Arkansas and Mistress Jewels is in Florida.
Football Player experiences the Milking Machine
October 30, 2023 - Football player experiences the MILKING MACHINE
Football player came for a visit. And it's been quite a while.
Quite a while since he has visited, and QUITE A WHILE since I have written a story. (Sorry, I've been both busy and lazy)
Oh my God his visit was absolutely incredible. He got here at noon and left at about 2:00.
He messaged me around 11am and said he would stop by at noon. By the time he got here I had been watching porn and had a nice hard on.
Probably the last three or four times that he got here he wanted to suck my dick but I couldn't get hard because of a new medication my doctor had me on. I did not have that problem today, I was as hard as a rock.
He was sucking on my dick for a few minutes and...
Continued on http://www.SirKel.Top/?collarspace
http://www.SirKel.Top/?collarspace Like many of my ponderings here, it all starts with reading a book. In this particular book a character was talking about a two year relationship he had with a woman but it wasn't serious. She was sort of a place holder for a while. Those were the words. Place holder. I get it, people want companionship, sex, having your needs met in the moment. Like that song, "If you can't be with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with." I suppose I've been idealistic most of my life, hence the waiting and saving of various things, so it's probably not difficult to believe that this bothers the holy Moses out of me. I don't like the idea of a place holder. At all. I mean, I suppose sometimes those place holders turn into something unexpected. What do you do if it doesn't? What happens when you meet someone else? What if they do? What if being together prevents you or them from meeting that person?
I make quick decisions. I walk into stores and if I like it I don't hem and haw. I buy. I order at a restaurant and I don't ask the wait staff which is better. I know what I'm getting and how I want it prepared. In the past I've experienced the same uncomfortable break ups as you, if you've ever tried to break up with someone. It sucks. But I don't draw it out, that doesn't benefit anybody. If you know it's not working, rip off the band aid and make yourself available for new experiences. Or don't. If you like the place holder and everyone is comfortable with that idea, more power to you. Just make sure you're both on the same page. For the record, I will never be on that page. Don't come at me place holding, buddy. Some people might say I'm missing out on all of the everything. To me, he is all of the everything, and I don't want to tarnish that with place holding. Does that feel like pressure to you? When it's right, it won't. My Mistress/Cuckholdress 43yrold BBW is seeking a bull / play partner. They must be able to host as we are unable to...period and she is wanting weekly meet up with a regular bull over a long term. First meet is in a public place guaranteed, no expectations.
Please use potential in tital of message
Requirements
1 ******* Must BE ABLE TO HOST *******
2 age between 27 and 53
3 decent endowment
4 NZ euro please
thanks for your time Well as the Whitesnake song says...here I go again. My back surgery has to be redone, well at least part of it. One of the stainless steel screws has begun to migrate, and has gone far enough it is touching My spinal cord. So far the surgeon says there is no damage according to the CT scan but it is only a matter of time that's why he has the day already set and has ordered a push on all the pre op tests. I'm fact I am going today in just a few hours to get them done. Hopefully they are all done and there are no follow up tests or extra ones required. Wish Me luck folks.... Here I go again!!! LOL Since my last journal entry things have moved on fairly significantly. Glenn who is Sue's former bull from years ago and his partner Deb are very active swingers as well as being into the bdsm scene and have encouraged Sue to visit them on a fairly regular basis. At the moment she is going virtually every other weekend plus the occasional night away. I will confine this entry to just one of her visits and hopefully keep you updated on a more regular basis if anyone is interested.
On this particular occasion Glenn and Debs were going to an event up country so rather than Sue drive down to there house she arranged to meet them at Exeter services and I was to drive her there. Sue had taken the Friday and Monday off to allow plenty of time. Usually Glenn specifies what Sue should wear for the journey and this time was no different although a little more discreet as they would be stopping at services, so Sue was dressed in a silver satin blouse, black knee-length skirt, but with a rear slit, black seamed stockings with suspender belt and black patent heels as she wasn't driving. Over this her shiny pvc mac, she was in full make up including bright red nails and wearing her handcuff necklace and ankle chain and I must admit she looked so fucking sexy. At the services I dropped her off in the carpark and she walked into the entrance to meet Glenn and Debs pulling her wheeled suitcase that had several outfits, toys and hoods in. I was in my new tiny chastity cage and wearing satin panties and stockings under my trousers as instructed by Glenn.
I will add more as soon as I have time. Unconfined:
Within walls of steel and stone,
My body may be caged and prone.
Yet my spirit soars, unconfined,
In the vast expanse of my mind.
You may try to bind me tight,
But my thoughts take fearless flight.
Imagination knows no bars,
It dances beneath the stars.
My spirit, wild and free,
Defies all attempts to decree.
In the realm of dreams, I find release,
Where my inner world will never cease.
So lock me up, try as you might,
But my essence shines, a guiding light.
For in the depths of my soul, you'll find,
An unbroken spirit, unconfined.
At Their feet…
…a place to kneel in devotion
…a place to listen attentively
…a place to adore Their mind
…a place to worship Their body
…a place to understand a lesson
…a place to feel home
…a place for so much more
I was asked about the history of M/s in the U.S. so I put together this paper for my class that I teach. As many of you know, I teach classes about our lifestyle.
Consensual Master/slave (M/s) relationships form a distinctive branch of the larger BDSM world, built on explicit consent and mutual trust rather than coercion. Though the language echoes the United States’ painful legacy of slavery, within this context “slave” refers to a self-chosen role in which adults negotiate the terms of authority, service, and the freedom to leave at any time. Tracing the history of these relationships reveals a story of gradual emergence from secrecy to visibility and of a community that continually refines its ethical principles.
Long before the term BDSM existed, underground currents of erotic power exchange ran through American life. In the nineteenth century, small “flagellation societies” and clandestine magazines catered to people fascinated by ritualized dominance and discipline. Early-twentieth-century fetish photography and private clubs in cities like New York and Chicago hinted at a subculture that could not yet show itself openly, constrained by strict obscenity laws and the threat of arrest.
After World War II, a more public foundation appeared. Returning veterans formed motorcycle clubs and gay leather bars, creating what became known as leather culture. These spaces celebrated hierarchy, uniforms, and protocol—values familiar to men who had served in the military and who now sought camaraderie and structured erotic play. San Francisco’s South of Market district, Chicago’s Gold Coast bar, and New York’s Greenwich Village all nurtured this emerging aesthetic. While not every leather relationship was explicitly Master/slave, the emphasis on ritual service and clearly defined roles foreshadowed the dynamics to come.
The social upheavals of the 1960s and 1970s brought the first real stirrings of public organization. In 1971 the Eulenspiegel Society, or TES, was founded in New York as an educational and social group for people interested in consensual BDSM. TES meetings offered a rare safe space to discuss negotiation, service, and authority exchange. At the same time the gay liberation movement and the post-Stonewall push for visibility encouraged practitioners to speak more openly, while feminist debates over sexuality and power sharpened the community’s thinking about agency and consent. It was during this era that the term “Master/slave” began to be used more deliberately to describe ongoing power-exchange relationships rather than isolated encounters.
Through the 1980s and 1990s the community expanded and codified its ethics. The principles of “Safe, Sane, and Consensual” became a rallying cry, soon joined by the idea of “Risk-Aware Consensual Kink,” which acknowledged that all play carries some danger if undertaken without careful negotiation. National gatherings such as Living in Leather and organizations like the National Leather Association connected practitioners across genders and orientations. Amid the HIV/AIDS crisis, leather and M/s groups became hubs of health education and mutual support. Competitions such as International Mr. Leather made formal presentations of Master/slave relationships more visible, and writers like Guy Baldwin explored the psychology of dominance and submission in influential essays and books.
The arrival of the internet around the turn of the millennium transformed everything again. Email lists, online forums, and later social networks such as FetLife allowed people in small towns or conservative regions to find community, share protocols, and even post detailed M/s contracts. Education went global as conferences could draw participants from every region. Meanwhile, mainstream attention—from documentaries to the runaway success of Fifty Shades of Grey—brought BDSM into living rooms and office break rooms, if often in sensational or inaccurate ways. Academic researchers began publishing peer-reviewed studies that showed consensual power exchange could be compatible with psychological health and relationship satisfaction.
Today’s M/s community in the United States is strikingly diverse. Participants span every gender, orientation, and cultural background. Annual gatherings such as the Master/slave Conference in Washington, D.C., offer advanced classes on negotiation, long-term dynamics, and the philosophy of service and ownership. Many households create written agreements spelling out duties, limits, and the right to revoke consent, underscoring that autonomy remains central even within total-power dynamics. Yet the term “slave” still prompts careful reflection. Some prefer alternatives like “property” or “servant,” while others reclaim the word as a conscious statement of agency. This ongoing conversation shows how the community remains attentive to the country’s history of chattel slavery and the need for language that honors both freedom and responsibility.
From clandestine nineteenth-century societies to today’s internet-connected conferences, the evolution of consensual Master/slave relationships in the United States is a story of people turning hierarchy into intimacy. Over more than a century, practitioners have built a culture grounded in negotiation, education, and mutual respect. Far from re-enacting oppression, these relationships transform the language of mastery and service into a chosen path of trust, discipline, and personal liberation. If these words resonate, reach out.
I’m seeking a kindred spirit—relaxed, creative, and adventurous—someone drawn to trust, curiosity, and the possibility of a long-term D/s dynamic that grows from genuine connection.
I’m contemplative and sometimes quiet, always seeking balance in mind, body, and spirit. I find joy in laughter, art, books, good food, and music. Creativity moves through my days, whether I’m solving a problem, writing something small, or savoring stillness.
Nature centers me. I live on four acres in southern Arizona, nurturing a young permaculture forest through rainwater harvesting. I hope to meet someone who loves the land, appreciates regenerative living, and feels at ease in a semi-rural rhythm. I wander deserts and mountains, enjoy festivals and flea markets, and cherish quiet nights by the fire or beneath the stars.
I believe physical sensation can open deeper truths—where curiosity meets intention and transformation begins. In partnership, I care for emotional, physical, and spiritual well-being as one woven whole.
In D/s, submission is trust and intentional surrender and control is earned not taken. I’m drawn to someone self-aware, resilient, and grounded—someone who can lean into guidance while keeping a strong sense of self. Honest dialogue and mutual growth matter to me.
I envision a disciplined relationship where structure supports your evolution, where I take daily direction seriously and help you rise to your best self. This dynamic thrives with someone who craves clarity, consistency, and meaningful standards.
almost 10 years since my last post here. geeze! i am happy, not wealthy but well. saw someone neat viewed my profile and was sending them a nice to see you message.... they had already blocked me... hmmm... i don't remember things as well as others so i don't know if i offended anyone since i have been on here all these years. i just hope everyone is alright and have their own little slice of humility. lost a lot of people i love in these past 10 years and just... hoping that i don't have to feel that much more lose. thank you. What makes YOU stand out from the 9 million other dudes that message me?
I am, admittedly, picky and a bit jaded at this point. I know what I want, and I'm not going to just settle for being a plaything again. I can get laid pretty much whenever I want. That really is not an issue. What I want at this point is a mental and emotional connection with someone who wants to be my Dominant.
How do you prove to me that you are that person? If you're not willing to do something simple like download a common messaging app after I've said that I don't use snapchat any more for personal reasons, then you're probably not the person for me.
Because honestly, how hard is it to download an app?
Is that really asking someone to "go the extra mile?" I don't think so.
What do you do to stand out in a crowd?
Maybe you're the one with a little more personality than the rest.
You're the one who knows the difference between to and too, and yes, I notice these things.
I may eventually give up the control to the Dom, but in reality, we know who has the power here, don't we guys? Let's be honest. If you can respect that, let's talk. There he is, not too tall, gorgeous body, all man, all muscles, all mine. Kneeling and taking my rod like a hungry pup. I’m not going to lie, I’m a 57yo married bi man with a good looking uncut rod enhanced by a metal cock ring. We spoke when he asked about my ring, he was fascinated. I always use it and never leaves my cock. I went to the gym and showered with it and wore no towel when I was out of the shower. That’s when he talks to me for the first time. One conversation led to the other and in day he asked me why I wore my ring and to my surprise if he could touch it. Right then and there I knew I had him. I offered to let him wear it to feel it but he hesitated. Why , I asked. He moved away and left.
The next few days he was distant but never far away. I kept my distance because I know every str8 male finds himself confused when it comes to like another man’s endowment. His brain is telling him one thing and his body is urging him to accept and surrender to the primal feeling growing inside. Eventually we met in the nearby cafe and he asked if he could sit with me. We spoke and again the cock ring came up. And I directed the conversation to our manhoods and how it is natural to look and compare. Then out of no where the question, “can you show me it again?” He is not interested in seeing my rod, so he says but I know the real motive. Later in the car I pulled up my rod but it was semi hard. “If you want to see it hard you either have to stroke it or suck it.” To my surprise he looked straight to my eyes and timidly at first he tasted his first cock. I leave the rest to your imagination. I will not form a sissy from scratch, to visit ME a sissy must be dressed, made up femme and wearing a plug. your plug should come out clean or punishment or dismissal will happen. a sissy is not a big brested bimbo, only having small budding sissy tits waith large, plump nipples. a sissy should not expect to recieve pleasure, if the get it from servive to and use by a Dom that's wonderful. I believe a sissy's hands should be restrained while pleasuring a Dom. no manipulation of it's clit at any time for a sissy. a sissy must remember it is a third gender beta male and it recieves pleasure differently than a real Male, more like a woman does. a sissy must remember it only has two holes whereas a real woman has 3 so the sissy must try harder to pleasure a Man. more surly to come. Today there are many clouds
Winds compressed between the heavens and earth.
Night follows day
Sun rises in the east and sets in the West
Mssterd shepparding their slaves witj Collars cuffs leashes and whips.
Some get the cane , others get deep throated, most like degradation ,
Bad naughty ones get their hair pulled , face slapped until obliteration whilst other have their throats grabbed.
The silhouette of other slaves can be seen, some ignored in the corner of the room others on all fours kissing their masters feet until apology accepted. What kind of a Dom am I?
Right away you can tell that I have a sadistic side. I've often used floggers, paddles and whips on the asses of those that were mine. Flogging the ass has been my favorite, I get into a kind of zone when I get into the groove of things. I just don't wind back and let 'er rip. I will repeatedly work a small spot over and over again building up the sensitivity until it gets to that stinging phase. Sure I could just crack a whip on her, but where is the fun in that? I like to put the work in. In this instance I like to work harder, not smarter. I like a little bit of ification, humiliation and degradation. Putting my fingers in her mouth and slide them down her throat, rubbing her and my spit in her face. Place a hand on her throat and squeeze with one hand and rub that little clit with the other. Tie her up and over stimulate that clit with a strong vibrator. Messy throat fucking and gagging, I love that saliva build up. Squirting. I love that as well, and have gotten pretty good at fingering it out of her and will see how many times I can get it out of her in a session. Those were some examples of my hard side, but I also have a soft side. I can comfort her, make her feel safe and loved. Treat her kindly and sweetly. I enjoy cuddling very much, because there is that feeling of closeness that is almost hard to describe when we are in each other's arms just enjoying each other's company. A submissive with the tendencies of a little would not be a terrible thing. The spectrum of BDSM is vast, and I do not have experience in every single thing. Though one of those things I would desire more of is a sub that would enjoy anal play. I've only dipped my toes in anal sex a little bit and used butt-plugs on them, just because the girls I have been with were not all too keen in exploring it very far, which I could respect. I would enjoy delving into using larger butt-plugs, anal beads, dildos, and maybe anal fisting, but that is a big maybe because my fists are on the large side. Those are more like wants than actual needs. I am pretty much open to just about anything except for blood and shit play. There is such a thing as too messy and smelly for me. Youngens pass them by but I’m here to set you straight on a few things. First of all mature subs are not in a rush you I like a chefs choice at an exclusive restaurant where only a few are allowed to dine. They savor You as if you were a ridiculously expensive champagne. They can sense your reactions much faster as they’re concerned about your pleasure and in doing so they receive pleasure. So I don’t miss out on a tongue fest because it’s not the dick you want I think 24/7 is asking a lot of someone. I personally, would get bored doing the same thing all the time. Maybe 1 or 2/7? lol.
But if I met the right Lady, a relationship would be conceivable. Just realize, that I need my free space and time.
I guess this is the type of thing you discuss as you go on together. Conjure One feat. Poe - Center of the Sun
When I close my eyesI am at the center of the sunAnd I cannot be hurtBy anything this wicked world has doneI look into your eyesAnd I am at the center of the sunAnd I cannot be hurtBy anything this wicked world has done Continuing our profile…
We are an intelligent, attractive andrather atypical couple who are younger than our years and tend to stand out and get noticed (in alluring ways). He is an experienced top with a naturally dominant and assertive personality who has a rich variety of experience ranging from mild sexualbondage to harder-core BDSM and always enjoys tying up both squirmy rope bunnies and distressed damsels for fun or more fiendish things. She is a bottom and aspiring switch who, despite a somewhat dominant and assertive personality, enjoys being bound and sexually (ab)used.WE ARE NOT what you would expect of an older couple either in looks, lifestyle or outlook.
Our sex life has never been vanilla and BDSM has always been an occasional part of that but we are not thestereotypical D/s couple. We also aren't wildly promiscuous, we don't view any of this as a lifestyle and we don't feel the need to live up to real or imaginary lifestyle stereotypes. Our interests tend to be more interested in things along the lines of ‘forced’ bondage and sexual fantasies with some S&M overtones rather than the more mainstream D/s dynamic (e.g. expectations of servitude or passive submissive roles).
We’re seeking social connections with others who share some of our interests and desires but we realize that quality, compatibility and timing can be rather elusive. Given the right mutual chemistry and connection we’d be open to other things but we’re not interested in quick or indiscriminate hookups so our focus is on socializing, either publicly or privately, without other expectations. Although we are mainly interested in connecting with other couples, we’d be open to women (either curious or experienced) who piqued our interest.A proverbial female rope bunny, either single or part of a couple, who craves being the subject of creative rope bondage encounters would be an interesting find as well.
In general, we tend to be most compatible with those who aren’t defined by the expectations of others (especially in the BDSM realm) and have a healthy view of their sexuality and sexual interests. Other desirable qualities include: the ability to hold an intelligent conversation, reasonably height/weight proportionate, in decent shape, non-smoker and NOT a heavy drinker or drug user. Although age is fairly open and not a significant concern to us, couples in their 50s or 60s are probably a better fit. Especially those whose looks and lifestyle belie their years. But regardless, there are expectations of somewhat unique character, maturity, quality and social fit. Obviously there should be an interest in BDSM and the willingness to socially connect without anyexpectations. Experience is always a plus but a strong interest, desire or curiosity are far more important.We are not overbearing or pushy and would likely be a couple that others, regardless of experience or nervousness, would be comfortable meeting socially. Respect and discretion expected and always assured.
Well hello! It is currently April 29, 2023 at 11:10 am... Just a small update, my photos are over 10 years old... I'm nearly 30 now and I'm not gonna risk losing my approved status for new photos. I'm happily still single but that is willingly now. Last year was a nip in the butt with a vanilla guy who abused my cats. I still go to events local to me, farthest I travel is 2 hours out. I have an amazing foot slave who not only worships the ground i walk on but also worships my body for all the work I've put into losing weight over these years. Still my usual 5'4" self just half of what I weighed in 2018. Ok I'm rambling now, shark week makes me do that. Have fun and stay kinky my friends. wuddup again cs .
Just a heads up—if you notice I’ve opened your message but haven’t replied, it’s probably because your request is a bit... ambitious. 😂 Just to clarify, I won’t be abducting anyone anytime soon , And a big thank you to those who are taking this seriously. I’m still on the lookout for chefs and maids. I'm ready to pay well for the right help, so let’s keep it realistic!
Cheers Cs 7/25/24- Theres a part of our dynamic that doesnt seem to be acknowleged for what it is..
" Our aim is to connect with the right female who resonates with the idea and has the desire of joining a household but specifically our household... My first girl oversees everyone when I am not present, as work takes me for periods of time. Your domestic duties in the home would be light as its shared amongst the three of you. Simple mundane tasks that your basic upkeep any nucular family household would require, with opportunities to take on more responsibilities if desired over time. Your outward role may be that of a “roommate” or a "housekeeper” to those who don’t know the lifestyle,"
No this doesn't mean were looking for a maid. We're looking for a sub and were trying to make it clear that we expect other people to not understand the lifestyle choices everyone makes and that if you are living in this house you will have house responsibilities and expected to help keep it clean. This is common sense. Yes there are two other females in this home but that doesn't mean you don't get to do anything but be in a bed 24/7.... I mean we have to let you out to shower at some point right? All jokes aside- hoping to find a sub that is service orientated, has slave tendency, or wants to be a slave. I must clarify something, im not actively looking for a Master/Mistress. If a connection is made through talking and experiences, fine. But most importantly this is not my main goal so anyone is welcome. It can be only one message, a sentence, a task, seeing my cock, tell me what a beta loser should be allowed and/or denied to do, humiliate me etc....I expect nothing in return. Anything that comes up to your mind. Im here to serve, suffer (physically and mentally). Dont be shy, talk to me as you desire, no respect needed. Just please read my profile as there is things i wont do. Thank you. My outlook on D/ s is a process the first choice is your choice to be sub and mine is Dom. We agree to a form of power change and define what our power exchange will cover. Then first and this is what mater what are the strengths of the sub, attributes like in your case humor. Plus as many as we can define together. Same for weakness. Must improve. What is off limits. This can take time but worth it. As we discuss in depth we both learn our foundation is the sub . What is good we encourage growth . Bad we take steps to modify the goals a road map to achieve. It is now the Doms role to fit his own strengths into reaching the subs plan to make them shine and excel. . The kink, discipline, rules and reward system a Dom is the same as a good Dad, a Boss .. maybe therapist. Except A Dom has kink as a tool...
I have been a father, a boss trained countless people and Dom came easy . It's an honor to have anyone put faith in me. It then puts tremendous pressure on me to take them to where they envision not my vision. It may feel to them it's my vision . In the end most have understood and were gracious thankfully. Don't know why I am sharing .. did.
Things are turning around for me. I know its going to be a long haul but I keep pushing forward. I worked on my gofundme page its on my profile on fb.
I am not angry at the world. But it was so traumatic this past year. I have found my voice and am able converse with my caregiver better. She is a little
Upset I found anoher caregiver nearby
I have to do whats truly best for me. My lawyer has all my hospital records its time for
My drs to see me for who I am no wonder they kept me sedated.
Losing a limb is hard enough losing it for no reason other than money is so wrong on so many levels
And of course my stalker returned. Apologizing again he is an abuser and I am so over that. He needs to get a life but not
Mine.r Seeing a peak of interest. My profile is years old and a pain to update, and was always inteaded to start conversations more than end them. If you care to chat, you can present yourself. A few updates: I'm 44, not 37. I'm enby and grey-demi, and have had more acceptance from the queer community than the anime villain laugh I get from the average BDSM crowd. Before I got tired, I have been doing this for 20+ years and have nothing to prove to anyone at this point.
Not interested in cis men or sissies. Femboys and trans women by narrow exception. Writing my "about me" here. Doing it in a profile just gets you locked out indefinitely.
Im a submissive 100%... with masochist and slave tendencies.
I feel like I was meant to be feminized and emasculated by a Dominant man or Dominant Trans, in a TPE 24/7 life. It's my place and where I belong. I want to be his maid, cook, and stress relief. Kinda scary to admit that to the world.
We all have out oun definitions or assumptions about what true submission really is. Until it happens to you personally, it's only what your capable of imagining. The piece that can't be understood is the bond that goes along with it.
I've imagined but never truly submitted my entire self. I feel like that is my next chapter. I don't need a Dom to make me be a girl. I can do that now if I want. Id rather do it because it makes a Man very happy. My dream is to be molded as he see fit.
I need a Dom who can mold me into his slave. Fair WARNING
I WILL NOT deal with FAKES/or time wasters at all. The first time anything isn’t done the correct way I will block you immediately.
Everyone’s time is precious DONT WASTE MINE. As my time is EXTREMELY VALUABLE! I want what I want and WILL NOT SETTLE FOR A IDIOT THAT CANT COMPLETE A SIMPLE TASK.
#FrustratedGoddess I just found out that my first dominant passed away. I'm sad, bewildered, melancholy. I normally maintain friendships with exes but he chose not to. So I don't know what happened. He's the first friend, person from my generation to go. It feels so strange. He was the third person I messaged with when I joined CollarMe. He was a wonderful person and I have fond memories of him and our time together. I'm grateful he gave me those. Rest in peace, Stephen. Vide cor meum. Vide risio meum. I am not looking for someone that wants to alter their anatomy!
I am not looking for a cuckold!
I am very much aware that even submissive men and slaves have desires! If any of the above applies to you, I wish you the best in your search!! Wishing you a season of low stress, minimal family drama, and maximum snacks.🎄🎅 RIP Queen Elizabeth II. Long live the King.
Times are definitely changing. A new monarch, a new Prime Minister and new prices almost weekly for everything.
For those of you that hold onto stability like a comfort blanket, recent times must be very challenging. You have my utmost sympathy.
The one constant in life is that things change. Rest assured that things will eventually stabilise, but you have to embrace the change and if necessary adapt to survive.
If things are challenging for you, set a routine, concentrate on things that you can control and regulate. There's no point in worrying about stuff you can't control.
Or let someone lock you away in a dungeon until it all blows over. 😁
I have no capability to break slaves. I know plenty of them want that, but I simply lack both the means and proper location. Eventually, I want to get a full underground dungeon, and that could be a possibility, but it currently is not. If you have the ability to provide that capability, then we can talk about it.
And with that said, I don't think it should be necessary. A slave should want to obey, to do as a Master orders. As a practitioner of TPE, I am certainly capable of taking you much further than you think you can, but I want you hold out your hands for me to restrain you willingly.
Your Negotiation Means Nothing If the Results Were Forged
[CW: STI non-disclosure, predatory behavior, legal consequences, community safety]
Let me paint you a picture.
Someone gets a positive result. Instead of disclosing instead of doing the one thing that consent absolutely requires they go shopping. They find a friend. They swap names on paperwork. They screenshot someone else's results. They walk into your negotiation with fabricated proof and a smile, and everything you agreed to was built on a lie.
Your yes was never real. You consented to a fiction. And now you're living with the consequences.
This isn't just a community problem. It is a crime.
And I want the people doing this to understand exactly what they're walking into because the law in these states doesn't mess around.
FLORIDA
Under Florida Statute §384.24, you don't even have to transmit anything. Knowingly having an infection, being informed you can transmit it, and sleeping with someone without disclosure is already the crime. Non-disclosure of most STIs is a First Degree Misdemeanor. Non-disclosure of HIV is a Third Degree Felony up to 5 years. A repeat offense escalates to a First Degree Felony. The statute covers gonorrhea, chlamydia, syphilis, herpes, and HIV. Fabricating test results to obtain that consent? That's fraud layered on top of the underlying charge.
GEORGIA
Under Georgia Code 16-5-60, there are criminal penalties for reckless conduct involving HIV and hepatitis transmission. Prosecutors in Georgia are aggressive about pursuing charges against those who fail to disclose their status to sexual partners. And for anything not specifically named in the statute syphilis, herpes, anything else a person can still face assault charges.
TENNESSEE
Criminal exposure to HIV in Tennessee is a Class C Felony that is three to fifteen years in prison and up to $10,000 in fines. Tennessee covers HIV, Hepatitis B, and Hepatitis C specifically under criminal exposure law. The burden falls on the defendant to prove disclosure happened, and proving disclosure is notoriously difficult because there is rarely documentation so it often comes down to whose word gets believed in front of a jury.
ALABAMA
Alabama's communicable disease exposure statute casts a wide net "contact" is broadly undefined, meaning a whole range of behaviors can be criminalized, and neither intent to transmit nor actual transmission is required for prosecution. Alabama has also pursued HIV exposure cases under general criminal law, including attempted murder charges where intent can be established.
MISSISSIPPI
Mississippi's felony exposure statute covers HIV, Hepatitis B, and Hepatitis C. Exposure without disclosure can result in felony charges. This is not a state where you want to test those limits.
SOUTH CAROLINA
South Carolina carries explicit criminal exposure statutes covering HIV, Hepatitis B, and Hepatitis C both misdemeanor and felony tiers depending on the circumstances and the infection involved.
LOUISIANA
Louisiana has been actively expanding its reach. Intentional exposure to incurable STIs without disclosure has been the subject of legislation targeting up to 10 years in prison and $5,000 in fines. Syphilis and herpes both incurable fall squarely in that conversation.
And then there's civil court which doesn't need a criminal conviction to destroy you.
If a partner knowingly infaspects you, you can file civil battery or negligence claims. Intentional, unconsented, harmful contact raises the damages recovered and can run alongside criminal charges simultaneously. A fabricated test result isn't a defense it's evidence of premeditation. A civil attorney will use it to light you on fire.
Now let's talk about the test swapping specifically.
Presenting falsified medical documentation to obtain sexual consent is fraud. Full stop. It potentially constitutes identity fraud, forgery, and fraud to obtain consent all separate charges that can stack on top of whatever STI exposure statute applies. You handed someone else's results to your partner. That's a paper trail. That's a witness. That's a case.
What this means for all of us in this community
We build our entire framework on the quality of the information exchanged during negotiation. One lie poisons the whole structure. Informed consent isn't informed if the information is fake.
Ask for documentation. Ask about the lab. Ask about the date. Cross reference the details. If someone treats those questions like an insult if they get hostile, evasive, or suddenly defensive about you wanting to verify what they've handed you that reaction is data. Use it.
Protect yourself. Know your rights. And if something has already happened to you talk to someone who can help you understand your options. You have them.
Legal References
Florida Fla. Stat. 384.24 Unlawful Sexual Intercourse / STI Non-Disclosure
Florida Fla. Stat. 384.34 Penalties for STI-related violations
Georgia Ga. Code Ann. 16-5-60 Reckless Conduct / HIV & Hepatitis Exposure
Tennessee Tenn. Code Ann. 39-13-109 Criminal Exposure to HIV, HBV, HCV (Class C Felony)
Alabama Ala. Code 22-11A-21 Communicable Disease Exposure Statute
Mississippi Miss. Code Ann. 97-27-14 — Felony Exposure (HIV, HBV, HCV)
South Carolina S.C. Code Ann. 44-29-145 — Criminal Sexual Conduct with STI Non-Disclosure
Louisiana La. R.S. 14:43.5 — Intentional Exposure to AIDS Virus; pending expansion legislation
Civil Liability Negligence & Battery claims available in all 50 states; no criminal conviction required
https://www.nolo.com/legal-encyclopedia/sexually-transmitted-diseases-stds-lawsuits.html
https://www.hivlawandpolicy.org/state-profiles/south-carolina
https://www.kevinkuliklaw.com/is-std-transmission-a-criminal-offense-in-florida/
https://www.legalmatch.com/law-library/article/liability-for-transmitting-a-sexually-transmitted-disease.html
https://www.criminaldefenselawyer.com/resources/transmitting-std-florida.htm
https://www.criminaldefenselawyer.com/resources/transmitting-std-north-carolina.htm
Since adding journal entries won't cause my profile to need re-approval, I'm adding this after reading some of the profiles on the site.
I'm looking for trans Dommes or switches. No men or women unless you're exceptional, sorry, I've been attracted to trans women since 2011 (I was bisexual then). I'm not looking for sub trans girls because being a Domme doesn't really come naturally to me. I can be a Domme for sure, have been for years since it's so hard to find Dommes of both the trans and cis types. I also met too many subs and was interested in cyber RPs a lot then. Not so much anymore unless you're really good, because my tastes have changed over 15 years.
I very rarely chat to couples though I used to meet good ones on Reddit. Maybe 1 so far. It depends on if you're sincerely interested in trans girls or sissies.
I like watching gangbang and reverse gangbang porn, but probaby won't do it IRL. Not even a sissy orgy which I dream about so often. Fantasies and reality should be separate. I want someone exclusive in general, and please don't contact me if you're part of or looking for a poly household. Couples or being part of a throuple (a third wheel, not a fourth), will be very rare if at all and I'd probably be looking for my own lover anyway even if I was part of one, so you might be better off contacting someone who's poly.
I watch cuckold and cuckquean porn, and it'll be most likely a polite no if you're interested in acting out those things IRL. I don't mind acting as the occasional sissy cuck who cleans up a woman after she gets a huge fat cock, or maybe as the trans bull in some situations. Depends on what mood the three of us are in. I also do think of cuckqueaning trans or cis women sometimes, such as tying them up and making them watch me with a younger or sexier chick with bigger tits and an arse. That said, those RPs will probably be for hookups only, and I'd avoid them in general. I don't want to get into a relationship and destroy it with either type of cucking, though if you have strong fantasies about it, we can roleplay it anytime. For example, with dildos, fleshlights, body forms, etc.
If you're a cuckoldress or a polyandrous hotwife/polygamous couple/polygynous Dom, please avoid contacting me unless you understand that no matter what, I won't be completely submissive to you forever or a 'perfect cuckold'. I could be in the bedroom during the RP and Dom if you ask me to have sloppy seconds later, but I won't be exclusive to you at all or a complete slave, unless you can devote yourself to me as a Domme in the exact same way.
I prefer gentle, caring Mommy Dommes instead of heartless and cruel bitch Dommes, though I don't mind some sadistic and humiliating or hurtful RPs if you enjoy them too. I just want a Domme to serve who isn't selfish and all about herself, which seems to be most of them. A Domme is slightly more in charge of the relationship than her sub, but it doesn't mean she ignores and disregards her sub's feelings. Think of the dynamic in the same way as a male Dom who has to take care of his sub as well even if he dominates her, or else she'll find someone else.
If you didn't take note of this in my previous journal entries, please don't contact me at all if you're a pro Domme or expect any sort of tributes and dumb contracts to be signed which only benefit you. I've seen them all and IDC in the slightest about paying to act as if I'm being cared for. Some of you are disappointed in what you find online and IRL, and I don't really blame you because most subs and Dom/mes aren't very good at what they claim to do. It's very frustrating to put in efforts for your relationships or dates and find someone who half-arses it. I get it, but your previous disappointments have nothing to do with me, and vice versa. I've had enough people contact me on here and other social media explaining that a Domme needs tribute to show obedience and that you feel you've wasted enough time putting in efforts for useless subs. It's a joke and a pretty laughable reason. I've heard of enough pseudo-Dommes who ask for money and then vanish without giving a promised video or RP, or the ones who realize that it can be a very easy cash grab and pretend to be exclusive while contacting a million subs to get money up front, and then release nothing or piss-poor quality content. I don't see why my money should go to a user or liar, and I probably have no reason to trust people more than they trust me. We can just keep it mutually beneficial and respectful without exchanging money or false promises, and if that doesn't work out, we move on.
Happy hunting, all. The Binder: On Wanting Things Unapologetically
I have been thinking about want lately. The specific texture of it, the way it sits differently when you stop apologizing for the size of it and simply let it exist at full scale. I was raised, as most women are, to want carefully. To want reasonably. To frame ambition as gratitude and desire as practicality and to generally keep the whole operation small enough that no one feels threatened by the outline of it.
I am done with that.
The Binder exists because I am a woman who plans, and planning requires honesty about the destination. So here it is, plainly, without qualification:
I want my dream home. Not a reasonable approximation of it, not a compromise that checks most of the boxes. The actual one, with the particular light in the particular rooms and the space that finally matches the interior life I have been carrying around in a series of spaces too small to hold it properly. A home that looks like me. That is the entire requirement and it is not a small one and I refuse to shrink it.
I want work that deserves me. I have spent enough time being competent inside structures that were not built for someone like me, doing it gracefully, doing it well, doing it without making anyone uncomfortable with how much more I was capable of. The next chapter looks different. I am finishing my degree with the same intention I bring to everything: completely, on my own terms, and as the foundation for whatever comes next rather than a box I am checking for someone else's benefit.
I want Japan and I want Zanzibar and I want the specific feeling of being a woman who moves through the world with enough ease and enough resources that distance stops being a reason and becomes simply a coordinate. I want to stand somewhere I have never stood and feel the particular expansion that travel produces in a person who pays attention. I want more of that, regularly, starting now and not eventually.
And I want to be married again.
To someone who understands, in their bones and not just in theory, what it means to belong to a woman like me. Not a partner who tolerates my nature or finds it interesting from a safe distance. Someone who meets me in public as my equal, carries himself with the kind of presence that makes other people straighten up slightly, and comes home and kneels. Who wears my marks the way some men wear medals: privately, permanently, with the specific pride of someone who earned something real. Who worships not as performance but as orientation, the way a compass points north not because it is trying to but because that is simply what it does.
I want all of it at once. I want it unapologetically and in full. I want the dream home and the passport stamps and the letters after my name and the man who undoes me at the end of a long day by completely undoing himself first.
The Binder is where I keep the map. This is me, reminding myself that the destination is real, that wanting it loudly is not arrogance but clarity, and that a woman who knows precisely what she is building is already most of the way there.
The rest is just time. What makes me a good Domme? Simple: I actually know what I’m doing. I’m not one of these “rawr I’m dominant” girls who just yells and hopes it counts. I lead with intention, precision, and zero delusion. I know what I want, what I won’t tolerate, and what I expect from anyone who wants to be in my orbit. I’m a good Domme because I don’t chase…I select. I listen…not because I need your opinion, but because I want to understand your wiring. I prioritize your stability, not just your fantasies. I have standards high ones. Olympic-level. If you can’t breathe at this altitude, that’s a you problem. I’m funny, but I don’t play. I’m soft when you’ve earned it, and ice cold when you need it. I can make you feel seen and safe, or make your ego evaporate like tap water in July. Duality is my superpower. I don’t confuse dominance with shouting, cruelty with carelessness, or power with pretending. My dominance is lived, not performed. It’s in how I think, how I move, how I choose, how I correct. I don’t need theatrics…my presence is the authority. And the subs who get me? They don’t just behave…they grow. Because I’m not here to babysit their kinks; I’m here to shape their discipline, their service, and their usefulness. So what makes me a good Domme? Easy: I don’t just dominate your body….I refine your mind, your habits, and your entire approach to serving a woman like me.
Tips on Courting a Domme
Over the years I've had my fair share of good luck when it comes to successfully courting Dommes and I've given out quite a bit of advice to subs looking to court Dommes. I consider myself to be average to below average when it comes to my looks and physical attractiveness, job quality, etc. so I must have done something right in making a good impression.
Now that I have a blog I figured I would post my advice in full. I covered several of these a little over a week ago but I figure they could easily have their own post.
1. Be courteous, respectful, and have good manners.
This should probably go without saying but one of the biggest turn-offs many Dommes have are subs who fail to meet these basic requirements. This is the most important thing in making a good first impression. If you are contacting them through an adult dating site, make sure you read her entire profile first and adhere to any requirements she might have. Write out a well-thought message (complete with spell check) that indicates what you find interesting about her (aside from her looks and your fantasy) and what you have to offer. Do not send a picture of your penis unless she specifically requests it. It doesn't take a lot of effort to be a perfect gentleman.
Most Dommes on adult dating sites receive 20-300 messages per day from potential subs, 90% of which are disrespectful, thoughtless, or downright crude. If you are approaching a Domme in public (at a munch, play party etc.) you have to be twice as well-behaved since there is only a limited chance that she is actually looking for a sub. If she says no, be courteous and get out of her face. If you don't, you can basically assume you will be blacklisted within that community.
2. Be a real person.
No one is "just a sub" all the time. No Domme is "just a Domme" all the time. Even if both of you are seeking a 24-7 lifestyle relationship, you have to come off as more than just a live in servant(unless that is specifically what she is looking for). Have interests. Have feelings. Have dreams. Have goals. Have a personality. Have a sense of humor. Just like in vanilla relationships, all of these things will be important if you want to be an appealing life partner.
If you are as interesting as a box of hair, expect to be discarded as easily as a box of hair. She won't want to be burdened by having to keep you occupied and entertained all day every day. That is higher maintenance than being needy.
What are your favorite movies? Books? Music? Hobbies? Sports?
If you can pique her interest as a person, you are much more likely to succeed in winning her over. If you are smart, funny, and caring it will go a long ways.
3. Have a philosophy and a good gr of yourself.
It's easy to think about the sub you want to be. Hell, most subs have probably fantasized about Femdom situations for years before they act upon them. If you haven't thought about it, think about it. If you have thought about it, refine it a little more.
Step One: Define your idealized form of submission.
If she is the right match for you, your ideal and her ideal will likely coincide. This is not about what kind of play you enjoy or what kind of kinky fantasies you wish to have. Dommes an advantage since they can have rather meticulous expectations for a sub. Think about what types of characteristics and responsibilities those entail. Should a sub perform all of the household chores and domestic duties? Should a sub have any expectations of rewards or pleasures? Should a sub expect to be treated as a lover?
There is no right or wrong (although some of them should be obvious), but more a matter of preference. If your view of being a sub involves few responsibilities, you will probably be looking for a less strict Domme or a switch. If your view of being a sub involves extensive micro-management, that will be targeted towards a particular type of Domme. Some Dommes want a sub that is their lover, others may want a strict code of Mistress/servant formality. D/s relationships that work out generally will have idealized ideas of subm Today there are many clouds
Winds compressed between the heavens and earth.
Night follows day
Sun rises in the east and sets in the West
Mssterd shepparding their slaves witj Collars cuffs leashes and whips.
Some get the cane , others get deep throated, most like degradation ,
Bad naughty ones get their hair pulled , face slapped until obliteration whilst other have their throats grabbed.
The silhouette of other slaves can be seen, some ignored in the corner of the room others on all fours kissing their masters feet until apology accepted.
I wrote this for a for a budding slave. A slaves prayer /affirmation /mantra
I dont want to be a free , i Need to be owned.
I dont want to be abused I need to be cared for.
I will feel more alive on my knees, begging to serve my masters needs.
Than I ever have anywhere in the world standing up.
A master who does not provide this property with balance. Is unworthy of my service.
A master who will provide me with balance and care. I will devote my life and service.
I would love to read your thoughts ?
Clocks. Have we talked of this before? It feels familiar. Let's set the stage. There are four clocks in my bedroom - one on a surface against each wall, and one of those clocks also casts onto the ceiling. Basically, open your eyes wherever you are and you can easily know the time. Or a time. For six months of the year I live in the wrong time. I do not adjust my clocks for daylight savings. Which means I have to remember, at 3 in the morning when I look at the clock to see how much longer I can sleep, if the clocks are accurate or if I need to do basic math in my head.
One clock kept randomly alarming. I gave up, it's unplugged. Down to three and a ceiling. Whenever it was that the power went out months ago, it knocked out all of the clocks but one. Meh, good enough. One clock it is. Yesterday I was tidying up and reset two of the three clocks and the ceiling. It's a small thing (that's what she said), but it made me happy to look at that one other clock from where I was sitting and also see the ceiling time. And then four hours later the storm knocked out the power for thirty seconds. Sigh. But okay. This morning I reset them. I came home to blinking clocks again. Why, Universe?
I am back to my one original clock, currently no math needed. Unlike the kitchen appliance clocks that basically hold your cooking rights hostage until you set the time, I don't have to deal with bedroom clock terrorists. I'll try again in a few months. Maybe. ALWAYS MANOR: THE LEGACY
The lawyer’s office smelled faintly of old leather and strong coffee. Tessa sat stiff-backed in a chair too soft for her liking, her paramedic’s jacket folded neatly over her lap. She had come straight from a night shift, still carrying the phantom weight of sirens and the metallic tang of blood in her nose. Sitting here, among mahogany shelves and polished brass, felt wrong.
April should have been the one in this room, laughing that velvet laugh of hers, teasing Tessa for looking so out of place. But April wasn’t here. And that truth was a splinter lodged too deep to pull.
The lawyer cleared his throat, a small man in a larger suit. “As per the wishes of the late Ms. April Laurent…” He began reading, his voice even and practiced, but every word was a pin dragged across raw skin.
Bequests went first to charities April supported: a scholarship for young nurses, a donation to an animal rescue. April always gave more of herself than anyone knew.
Then came the pause. The lawyer adjusted his glasses, eyes flicking to Tessa. “To my dearest friend, Tessa Holt…”
Her stomach tightened.
“…I leave my estate, including the residence on Brookhaven Street, its contents, the club—The Haven—and…” another pause, as though uncertain how to phrase the next words, “…my submissive, Daniel. It is my wish that he remains under your care, guidance, and protection.”
The words hung in the air like a struck bell.
Tessa blinked. “I’m sorry—what?”
The lawyer coughed into his hand. “It’s quite explicit in her will. She names you as custodian and—ah—successor.”
A chair creaked across the table. Daniel lifted his head, eyes red-rimmed but steady. He had been silent through everything, hands folded, shoulders bowed. Now he whispered, with a reverence that sent a chill down Tessa’s spine:
“Yes, Mistress.”
The title wasn’t hers. Not yet. But the weight of it pressed down, heavy as any body she’d ever tried to save.
Heat crawled up the back of her neck. “No,” she said, sharper than she intended. “That can’t be right. April wouldn’t—she wouldn’t leave me a person.”
The lawyer raised his palms defensively. “I assure you, Ms. Holt, the will is legally sound. The… phrasing is unusual, but the intent is clear. Mr. Daniel Shaw is, in every practical sense, part of the estate and your responsibility.”
Tessa’s gaze snapped to Daniel. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t deny it. He just watched her with quiet, steady eyes that seemed too calm, too accepting.
“This isn’t…” She exhaled hard, fingers knotting the fabric of her jacket. “This isn’t how it works. I save lives. I don’t… own them.”
Daniel lowered his gaze, voice low but firm. “You don’t own me, yet, Mistress. April entrusted me to you. There’s a difference.”
The word landed again—Mistress. A mantle she had only worn once, with disastrous results. April had been the natural one, the woman others orbited. Tessa had only stood at her side, not in her place.
Her throat tightened. “I’m not April.”
“No,” Daniel agreed softly. “But she chose you.”
The lawyer shuffled papers, clearly eager to move on, but the room felt smaller, denser. Tessa sat frozen, torn between disbelief and the creeping awareness that her best friend had just handed her a world she didn’t know if she could carry.
“To clarify, Ms. Holt,” the lawyer said, “your late friend was very thorough. The property and assets are yours outright. As for Mr. Shaw—” his gaze flicked to Daniel, then back to Tessa, “—April did not mean ownership in the literal, legal sense. She established a trust. The house, and a portion of her funds, are designated for his upkeep. You have been named custodian of that trust.”
Who I Am
I believe Mastery begins with self-mastery. I know what I want. I know what it costs. I have the discipline to follow through. Structure isn't a constraint for me, it's the foundation of Mastery. Yield control of your body, behaviors, and attitudes to me, and I will apply equal discipline in sculpting you into my vision of feminine perfection: a strong, confident, beautiful domestic goddess who knows her place is to love, serve, and please her man, and knows exactly how to do all three while being held to the highest standards. Such a treasure is rare, and to be valued accordingly.
What & Who I'm Looking For
Conversation by message primarily. Perhaps supporting someone in exploring their submission and its link to femininity and inner nature more deeply, whether that be just talking about it, coaching, or some degree of connection. Your understanding of where you are is not important, your interest in discussing it is. I am open to and interested in messaging with a range of women at different places in their understanding of themselves. I also love hearing about woman's fantasies (even if they'd never consider living them out), as I write a good deal of erotica and am always looking for good plot material. If you've got some to share, who knows, maybe they'll make it into my next novella.
Some women may just want to chat with someone who genuinely knows this life and will talk about it honestly, without agenda, without pressure, and with equal interest in its non-sexual dimensions as in anything else. That has real value and I mean it when I say I'm glad to have it.
Some are further along. They know what they are but haven't found the right container for it. They want something structured, something that builds over time, a real dynamic even if it lives at a distance. That interests me as well.
And then there is the woman who knows, somewhere beneath the surface, exactly what she is but hasn't found someone who could be trusted with all of it. The need is there, but not the means. A woman who wants not just to be led but to be genuinely shaped. Who understands that submission at its deepest includes being remade over time by someone with a clear and considered vision of what she is and what she could become. That isn't something I take lightly. It is the most intimate thing I know how to do. I'm open to exploring that with the right person, but it is not something I will enter into lightly.
If the right person and the right circumstances were to intersect to where something in-person were to eventually become possible, I'm open to that too. That isn't a promise or a goal I'm pushing toward. It simply exists as a possible future out on the horizon, honestly named for what it is.
Wherever you fall in that range, if this life calls to you in a way you haven't quite been able to satisfy or understand, reach out. You don't need to have it figured out first.
If you find me interesting but are interested in something else - long distance dynamic, roleplay, casual conversation, whatever - reach out. Who knows, maybe you've thought of something I hadn't even considered.
One thing worth knowing: my natural orientation is toward depth rather than breadth. While something is still finding its shape, genuine conversation can begin with more than one person and I welcome it. But I'm not built for maintaining multiple meaningful connections simultaneously. When real depth begins to develop with someone, my attention moves there and stays there. If that means a conversation with someone else has run its natural course, I'll say so directly rather than simply go quiet. That's what honesty looks like in practice. That kind of focused, undivided attention is simply what I prefer to give. @Tallsexybete
Sounds like a great idea but what about the food?
Are you stretching for a buffet?
Your gonna a have bunch of horny people asking if there is free meal at the end of this romp?
:)
Are there straight , masculine, professionally successful men that would willingly be committed to become a slave/submissive in a FLR TPE relationship ?
I am earnestly curious to know if those type men exist out there. Most RT inspections I have chosen to set them up as dates. Quite interesting to see who's willing to be who they say they are and quite literally go the distance and drive/fly to get a chance to serve at My feet.
the princes pretending to be submissives and only desire is to be charmed, woed and courted as a vanilla Woman into submission tickle Me.
Please do not have issues with who you say you are, or attempt to charm or win Me over while pressing the breaks. Sort out your issues (age, status, financia ones, logistics) before even attempting to message Me.
"thank You so much for meeting me yesterday. You are truly charming and a Woman who knows exactly what She wants - and that is a dream come true. You are of course also very beautiful and desirable as a Woman - quite delicious actually!" Last compliment from a slave. Who after dinner cowardly simply just walked away. Smart move, rather disappointin still.
NO male doms = In case folks on here have forgotten I am solely interested in Slaves and Submissives so only reply to that demographic. Club Pedestal , Cruel Huntress Hunt and Club o&I in Kent are the three fetish venues I talk to Dominant Women as well. The Mawney munch I talk to everyone with good manners who are pleasant to laugh with for the evening.
All Goals Done = I have had a week where I planned to ease up my workload. Key pieces are now complete so I will take my week end a little slower.
SERVICE SUBS = Today is cooler so I may think about opening up applications for service subs to cut my lawn - though a first few meets at the Mawney are key prior to me accepting that person. I can't sleep, it warm and I'm horny, which reminds me and makes it harder to sleep...
thinking about a really hot time I had with an old friend of mine. She new I was a slut, and that I was into kink. I was staying at her place one time. It was a hot night and I was laid awake, and I heard her get up. Then my room door opened and she came and laid next to me.
She said she was awake because of the heat and feeling horny. Sh e then whispered in my ear, saying "I know how kinky you are, are you a slut for anyone, even me"
She pulled the covers off me and could see I was getting stiff, and said "I guess so".
She then held my cock, and told me she was thinking of telling her female friends about me, what I was, and asked me if it turned me knowing that they'd know.
Of course my cock got hard, and she said "well I guess that's my answer"
She made me flip over, and then just rested her arm out underneath me, making a grip with her hand, she then told me to fuck her hand.
I said instinctively "yes Miss" and proceeded to slip my throbbing cock into her hand and stated to fuck her hand. With her other hand, she began to play with herself, it didn't take long for her to make herself cum, after which she just opened her hand and said
"goog slut, now I'm going to bed, no touching until I say"
She kissed my cheek, and promptly left.
It took me a while to get to sleep with my cock throbbing and the heat. Enjoy your PARTNER. It’s going to be a very lonely life you lead as you grow older.
A message i got, after not giving out the gender of my partner! So aparentlig, now im going to be lonely for the rest of my life!Because I have a loving partner in my life, that I do not plan to marry (We dont want to get married).
Gasps.. I guess.. lol I don't know if anyone but me reads these things but I'll give it a try. Still working on the profile and waiting to be approved. I just want to clarify, in messages and communications, I will be polite and have manners. Yes I am extremely sexual and kinky, no I am not just a total asshole to people all the time. After we have introductions and discuss what we are looking for and interested in, if that's part of the agreed upon dynamic then so be it. We'll go from there. I find it better to have a respectful adult conversation about our wants before anything is decided. I'm going to use an anecdote to give a little insight about what I like. It may be a little long but bear with me. I had a Dom/friend, he's in Arkansas now, we met at a party & his then GF was yelling at him & he was yelling at her. Was ruining the vibe so I told her to go upstairs, and took him outside. Went up stairs, chatted with her: She didn't like him talking to other girls. Stupid nagging problems. Went downstairs. Talked to him out in the alley. He didn't like that she slept with his friends when she was mad at him. Which sort of ticked me off. Anyway we chatted and he gave me an out of the blue kiss. Then next day all day sucking/fucking. He liked playing the XBox while getting head. Watching porn and getting head. And having someone to rub his feet, his back. I told him his ex GF was a bitch & the worst kind - the one who sends pics of her fucking to him. He did love her and It made me want to please and make him feel special. I told him he could do whatever he wanted with me. He liked being complimented and thought of. I like his build & personality. He had some kinks like enjoying being rimmed, choking, verbal and I was always open for him when he needed to fuck. I liked it when he sat on my face and made me eat his ass while he relaxed and even when he put his foot in my mouth and had me worship his feet. I enjoyed him being at a desk with me under it, soft cock in my mouth. It'll grow until it was ready to fuck my face then after he came it'll rest in my mouth until he was ready again. We became pretty good friends. Discreet fuck buddies the entire time since the crazy Ex was still around & we both liked no one knowing our business. He moved out to AK closer to family but we both had a great time and I enjoyed being there for him and making him feel like a King. I knew my place, he knew my place and we both knew his place. - 2017 Oh wow, that looks sexy.
I don’t want to give away what I think is the best part of the scene so I manage to change into a small leather loin cloth that ties on the sides. Imagine Jane in the Tarzan movies. I’m wrapped in a big towel as I change in front of everyone. I put on a hard leather mask and collar I use to protect my face and neck from the whip. It’s cool looking and like a medieval mask with slits over the eyes. It will protect my face and ears from any errant lashes during the scene.
I put on some ankle cuffs and drop the towel put it away. I’m now topless in front of a crowd of people eager to see what was going to happen. I grab two squishy rubber balls (more on this later) in my hands and I walk under the spreader bar and my wrists are attached to the suspension cuffs and my ankles are attached to the floor chains. I’m facing the crowd as I’m getting slowly oiled up. I know the lighting and the oil really show off the definition of the muscles of my thighs and belly. My mind is racing now. I know what is going to happen to my body. I can feel eyes all over my shiny glistening flesh. Enigma is playing in the background. I feel sexy, powerful and excited. you joined up because you want someone, to want you, to use you, to abuse you.
Then in your profile you set all sorts of conditions, must have this, must do that, you set limits that keep you from finding what you began as looking for.
How's that working out for you, youre here day after day waiting for prince charming, for the " perfect" one, while missing out on weeks or months or even years of fun you could have had fun with somebody a little less than perfect.Are you perfect? Why do you expect him or her to be?
Seems to be a HUGE lack of respect on this site. People badgering others to conform to what they are looking for and to abandon what you want to serve their needs or wants.
I respect what people want and need. I read profiles, if they match what I am seeking, then we have a conversation, but if they are seeking something so far out from what I want, why would I contact them and try and get them to change what they want?
That is rude. You may be that desperate to settle for whatever, but I am not. You will not be happy with just anything. Don't be lazy, take the time to find the person that actually fits you.
Do better people What am I intreseted in? What am I looking for? I am open to many situations. Mostly I would like an online sub to be my babygirl. Someone who wants to live her normal life and yet needs someone to give her stability and direction. I would guess a Daddy figure is the most accurate description.
All of that being said I understand we all have different views of the perfect relationship.
While I search for my "perfect" match, I am willing to learn about what you want, and who knows, it may become what I want.
Let's talk and see if we can meet on some common ground. Life doesn’t give you breaks. The echoing silence of the house after work is a painful reminder of the voids that have been created in the past few years. James's memories are still fresh, like an unfinished story that replays in my mind every time I find a moment of quiet. The vibrant life he introduced me to, our moments of intimacy in the world of BDSM, and the painful void of his loss due to COVID.
But this year, just when I thought I was gathering myself up, learning to stand again, another wave hit. Dad's gone. It's been four agonizing weeks since his heart failed him, and my world crumbled, yet again.
Coming home, I see mom trying to cope, trying to smile for me, but her eyes betray the pain. As much as she leans on me, I lean on her. Between the bustle of the law firm, my weekend beauty appointments, and the humdrum of daily chores, it's these stolen quiet moments with mom that have become my solace. We share memories, of dad's quirks, of his love for spicy food, of the times he'd dance with me on old Bollywood numbers.
this city feels so different without James and now, without dad's laughter ringing through the corridors of our house. The weekends are a . Between the shopping, the laundry, and the cooking, there's this constant underlying grief that seems to tag along.
Sometimes, during my beautician shifts, I wonder what's next for me? Would I find love again? Or perhaps another purpose? My heart feels so brittle, afraid to hope, afraid to dream.
Yet, with every sun that sets, there's a hope for a new dawn, a new beginning. I believe James and dad would want me to find happiness, to thrive, to make them proud. And so, I promise myself to take each day as it comes, to find little moments of joy and to cherish the love that I've been so lucky to experience. I can more clearly understand why people lie on the web and on this site. Telling the truth often gets you virtually ghosted early, no matter how much people say it doesn't matter. Lying, on the other hand, gives you the option of dealing with it when it comes out, which it always does. I guess then you count on the other person saying "oh, well...it's not that big of a deal."
There's no real reward either way, so...
Oh, and I'm not 49 like my profile apparently says. I'm 53. If I make a move to change it, it'll probably lock me out for 6 months. And I'm not sure where my journal entries from 2023 went, but anyway...People really do suck I want a truly submissive, Female Supremacist who is acquiescent to their core and craves pampering a Beautiful and Dominant Goddess. I am bored of being approached by porn sick sex focused faux-subs who want to use Women to fulfill their kinks and "domestic shlubs". Cleaning My toilet is not an act of submission. Worshipping any sexual parts of my body is not an act of submission. Understanding your role as a male and sub in the order of My World is an act of submission. Begging to know how you can be of use, cater to Me and relieve Me of stress or woes is an act of submisoon. I am a dream Woman by all standards. I expect any sub who even attempts to approach Me to have a "how can i tangibly make Your day better, Goddess" attitude. Enough with the sex and domestic crazed bs. It's lazy, patronizing and patriarchal. The only sub I'll accept is one who hired a cleaning service to work while I'm enjoying a spa day that they arranged for Me. Afterward, they will prepare a delicious meal for Me, then I let out My pent up stress on them in a corporal manner, or have My feet massaged and kisssed...whatever mood stirs Me. Long drive up and back to Seattle has been completed. Gorgeous views along the way north. A weeks worth of cold, clean rain that helps keep Seattle clean and green, with a brief cloud break of sunshine for a funeral I had to attend to break up the rainy week.
Now back in Oakland, CA to resume the old grind of work.
Still without that local KeyHolder looking to enslave with a FWB to relationship. Hoping to maybe find someone soon. Please don't hesitate to reach out and let me know your thoughts on the subject. New to the scene? Your blank canvas awaits to help guide you along your journey to KH and Domme fun! thesis statement activiated.
for years i've been studying this dynamic on a spiritual, esoteric, comsic, deep level. seeing so many little girls like me of various ages, genders, nationalities, all that. and yet something was always the SAME. the story kept repeating. it feels like being on a conveyor belt. pumped out trying to figure out the answer faster by dissementing us all..mostly the same with slight variables.
and it feels it's the same but different journey for the men who are daddy dominants. and bit more aloof at times for me to track because i'm not a man..but i've been tracking it too.
if curious, all my writings of this are now on reddit...some time i lost some of what i wrote when i gave up on this for a few years in the past. ask for my name if anyone stumbles upon it and wants to see. i'm divining this through spiritual messages, mostly music, sound, visual, sonic, pop culture media magic. a la goofy fellow little girl from harry potter professor treelawny style.
i don't usually want to write stuff down here. i see what people wrote here on collarME..because i was on here in my 20s when it was called that. and i go yeah that won't stick.
but i know this will for me. i cracked the code. and even if i haven't cracked my michael and our long term permanent phyiscal union as of this creation...i'm pretty sure that this will work.
check this out...as i play the song hidden sign by visage longer version is on..for those who are mystical you'll get what's going on.
i've already tested this with 6 other little girl friends from 20s-50s differen races mostly unmarried...we need to get better at this..how are we going to evolve into the new earth with so many of us continually seperated and too chicken shit to ride it out and face our individual storylines of insecurites together without running away at the first uncomfy hiccup.....come on everyone....but one or two married thank god. and they all checked. they all had uncanny things they forgot or didn't piece it together.
so i know i hit into it.
i at this point have probably 10 pages of this and growing.....and i know my breadth on here is already too long enough for most people's capacity. though i'd like to pass this esoteric knowledge on to the community on this true deepth path beyond physicalness, beyond fun, beyond roleplay, beyond a unawkaen sleep approach that's deeply tapped into the mission.
sailor moon and mamaoru aka darrien and serena, usagi and mamoru are this tale as well. ai no message..message of love for the good of the future.
so if anyones ready to dive deep of any gender and isn't being creepy weird or not serious about it hit a girlie up..i'll give you my reddit..and if you ask nice i'll give you the trascripits of this mystical message i unfolded.....with clear instructions on how to navigate these waters and more....but only if you ask nicely.
until then.....let's start with theis.....there are images to attach but collarme won't let me....so....images are on reddit.
i cracked the code
for those that have been following my musings..i've been trying to fucking track this energy. the guy converybelt the girl converybelt........the synergy the unique qualities that keep repeating itself over and over and over and all the fucking over again. an endless journey.
i went deep into my professor treelawny divining....the tea leaves were tea leaving..the music was musicing..the channeling was challenging...the messages were messaging. and i was asking other girlies that i've been friends with..i found this out about me..and i know it's not ME it's an original collective thing..this happened to you too right..yes...okay..what about this in your life..shit when i was 5...of course....
WHAT ABOUT FUCKING THE DRAGONS THOUGH. CYBERPUNK 2077 MR. BLUE EYES...........SPACE...alot.
i'm holding off on my book/dissertation on it cause it's too big for now.
but i figured it all out.
what the fuck is the whole daddy dominant and little girl cycle that keeps happening? why are we humans so instinctively same carbon copy with only small minute changes......because in spite of what society says.. the age, the race, the location, the uniqueness..those are all the fucking details. i had a rando tell me one time that they were unique and i was like oh the things i could tell you about yourself and you don't even know me....unique only to a very finite extent.
welll...here it is.
this is the michael sophia code.
i thought it was persephone/hades but that doesn't have the space not quite human life is foreign familiar but not familiar etheric/angelic/galactic thing going on. that was the rough draft.
i was looking for an image to finish this...the lesson isn't learned, the message isn't done...
FIRST FUCKING RESULT UNDER ARCHANGEL MICHAEL AND SOFIA
i'm going to still have go to back to the books for this......i'm still in research mode..how deep is this going to go cause damn...i already passed the twilight zone and the multiverse near the end of time.
this one has that trickster energy you can tell.
i have a penchant to the statue era...it was a vibe. it was a moment..it was a era.
it gives chris brown....one of yall for sure..vibes of
"I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
You can't even get in
Leggo"
to be continued as i keep doing this doctoral degree on this shit. but damn i had to come to the surface to say i finally figured out the thesis.
case in point...as i finished verification string says ahshua.....found this
"Ahshua is not a widely documented term in mainstream esoteric, spiritual, or cultural traditions, but based on the pattern and sound of the word, it may carry roots in mystical or sacred languages. Here's some exploration based on its phonetic and spiritual associations:
1. **Hebrew/Aramaic Influence**: The term "Ahshua" could potentially echo the sounds of Hebrew words, particularly related to divine or messianic figures. For example, "Yeshua" is the Hebrew name for Jesus, and the similar sound of "Ahshua" might evoke an esoteric or mystical connection to salvation, divine intervention, or sacred naming traditions. In Kabbalistic teachings, names hold significant power and vibration, so it’s possible this name resonates on a mystical level, even if it’s more modern or personal in origin.
2. **Angelic or Channeled Knowledge**: Sometimes names like "Ahshua" emerge in the context of channeling or angelic traditions. If you're connecting with Archangel Michael or higher-dimensional beings, this name could be part of an energy or being that you are tapping into. Certain spiritual figures are only known within smaller or more esoteric groups.
&nb It is always trying to improve itslf by learning new skills to serve a potential Owner .
It has recently received some human toilet training.
It is now VERY experienced in the consumption of Alpha male yellow.
Are there any local London UK men who would like to help it train further by using it BY DUMPING YOUR BROWN WASTE DOWN ITS THROAT ?
It could possibly travel to you , if you live further afield , but , it would need to be for a weekend , or longer , where you would chain it and use it daily. Naturally , other forms of servitude could be provided.
ONLY 100% Top men please , who are not overweight.
NO versatiles , females or TV/CD's.
Please get in touch
Thank You I'm not sure why this surprises anyone but I have had my expenses reimbursed in order to attend a play party or bdsm function. In order to garner interest in a new dungeon or group the organizers will reach out to an edge player or other lifestyle to attend their party or function. It happens all the time. Organizers will advertise this in order to boost ticket sales or entry fees.
An example of this was when I was asked to do a suspended whipping scene at the grand opening of a new dungeon. They saw me do a session and reached out to me. They arranged for a place for me to stay, they handled the transportation and entry fees. All I had to do was show up.
Some times I would ask for equipment modifications beforehand and those would be handled. Other times I would ask for special lighting or music and that would be taken care of.
Since I don't do sex play I don't consider this sex work. I consider it an opportunity to perform my fantasy in a new exciting place. It turns me on that people are willing to do whatever it takes to have a fun and exciting function that includes me!
Hello everyone... subMeghan here.
As rerquired by my dom, as I type this I am sitting here naked, except for my dog collar and glasses... what else is new...
I had an interesting chat with a user here and I have come to the conclusion that I am pretty terrible submissive. The problem is that I am a sub for my dom, and only my dom. I am not your sub. My dom has directed me to be polite, not submissive, towards you all. For us it is role playing. So, not only am I not a 24/7 sub, I am not inclined to behave like a sub unless I'm with my dom.
So the dilemma for me is, How should I interact with you all? I've taken the approach that being a sub is like my "job", and that when I'm here, I'm off work. I'm not working, but perfectly happy to talk about my job.
I don't think this approach is working out to well... and I think that a lot of times my one on one interactions with you all are not satifying.
What do you all think? Should I modify my profile? If so, what should it say?
I'm really interested in what you all think. Send me a message, and let me knbow what you think?
subMeghan
⭐ “Control vs Containment” ⭐
There’s a difference between holding power and simply holding someone in place.
Control is deliberate. It’s awareness. It’s the steady, intentional hand that shapes the dynamic.
Containment is the opposite. It’s restriction without purpose, limits without direction, and a quiet way of saying, “I don’t know what to do with you, so I’ll just cage the parts I can’t manage.”
One builds trust. The other erodes it.
A Dominant who controls brings clarity. A Dominant who only contains? Creates tension instead of structure.
Your submissive can feel the difference — and so can you.
www.tlduncan.com/blog Making yourself attractive to other people really does not have to be that difficult.
1. Don't be an asshole.
2. When you send an entre email, consider sending more than just "hi/hey/'sup/you look sexy" because, to be honest, for myself, and for many others, those are auto-dump phrases that will get your email tossed directly into the trash can. Have something to write that makes me actually want to converse with you.
3. Have a picture of you that is flattering. If you want anonymity, use a filter over your face. This is 2024, figure it out. The number of times I have heard the excuse, " I need to be discreet because of my job, etc" is ridiculous. I have worked in healthcare and in the school system with small children. I have had federal background checks done on me. My face is very clearly shown on several social media platforms where I am nude. I haven't had an issue. Trust me, if the government really cared if you were naked on here, you would know it already.
4. Actually read profiles and pay attention to what is in them!
Have I been abused over my whole lifestyle experience?
I don't think I have, but it was brought to my attention that the reason I think the extreme harshness is normal is because to me it is. I get so confused when I'm asked questions or my opinions early on because from the 3 long term matters I had I didn't get that. It was instantly meeting and then I'm molded to what they desire without breaking my personality. a lot of it was in sex and pleasing them, being super respectful etc.
If my master gave me pleasure it was a reward, an honor, because it's not a given my pleasure.. His is a given. Always. So why am I so obsessed? I dunno..I honestly truly do not know why this is life is such a draw and a need for me when I know (I'm a smart cookie) that this isn't a nice relationship. I just know I crave it. The butterflies in my stomach, - when I'm given a command it almost ferments in my brain and when I complete the task it feels like a pressure is released.. Now I have the world poorest memory so I'm forgetful af, so I might forget the task if it's something that needs to be completed in the future lol
I don't think I was abused. I crave that intensity today and won't be happy if it's not a constant thing. My body moves on its own sometimes. I'm lippy. No I think it was good teachings and what I deserved at the time.
I met someone new. We talked for hours and next day met. It was all pretty fast. He said if it doesn't keep this pace ... I'm a runner...I'll leave and... He's right. I'm fucked up. I get in my head and I overthink everything and then I get headstrong and stubborn. I don't know if it's real.. Again it was mostly talking with some fun times and lots of correction and reframing my mind. It was fun yesterday. Was it enough? Is this what it's always gonna be like?
I dunno. I dunno. Theres a huge huge difference between people who do things for you because they have to, through obligation manipulation coercion threats or whateverVersus people who do things for you simply because they adore you and want you to be happyThe 1st set are worthless to MeThe 2nd ... Priceless
Not saying I don't enjoy enticing puppeting manipulating coercing even mindfkg .. bc I absolutely do!! In fact I used to find subliminal manipulation and blatant MindFucks particularly entertaining.. allatime everywhere lol weg
But only for Funsies with wellbonded friends at the Trust level of ConsensualNonconsent .. which I had with so many onceupon. Good times!! But so many relocated .. and too many passed, sobs .. venues closed, everythings Different, the World has Changed ..as it always does, and as must I, again.
Ik Ik. "The best way to predict ones future is to create it."
Shame Quality Muses seem superscarce this decade. ah well. Def past time to explore new Hunting Grounds irl .. nilla and alt .. hmm believe theres an alt party 12 16 somewhere .. So the world is rapidly changing for me and us. We are leaving Florida and relocating to southern Oregon in the coming month or two. As is often the case with big changes some of the issues behind it have been discussed and worked through but the final push seems to have been just a coincidence and offer of an extraordinary work opportunity. I don't know hardly anyone in Oregon but I'm sure we'll meet wonderful open minded and liberal people there once we settle in. We have lots to get done here before leaving and just driving across country with 2 Great Danes and 3 bossy black cats will be a challenge. We're still looking to add the right person or two to form a small bdsm focused poly family so if that's something you can relate to and Oregon sounds more inviting than SW Florida feel free to write and let me know.... Attending: Charmed 2023 Hypno-Kink Convention, in Annapolis, MD.
I'm like a little Kid waiting for Christmas morning.
These are some of the Hypnosis Classes
I am interested in Attending:
Hypno-Kink 101
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""Sir"" Hugo
Ok, here goes another journal entry, another step down this path…
As always, I am subMeghan, and as required, as I type this this, I am completely nude, except for my dog collar and glasses…
First things first. My Dom got a new toy for me. It’s called a “cheek retractor dental mouth gag”. Here’s a link to what they are:
https://www.extremerestraints.com/cheek-retractor-dental-mouth-gag.html
We’ve been trying it out this weekend and so far we are both really liking it… a lot! My Dom just loves, loves, loves how I look when I wear it. I knew right away that he’d like it from the perspective of fucking my mouth, but he also is obsessed with me just wearing it. In fact I am wearing it right now as I type. In fact, I’ve been wearing it around the house most of the weekend.
As far as gags go, all in all, it’s really comfortable. Compared to some other types of gags, breathing is not an issue at all. Drooling of course is unavoidable. And yes, I’ve got drool all over my chest. (My Dom loves to see me drool.) I just need to make sure I don’t drool on the keyboard. lol
This has all been part of a puppygirl weekend, which is something we do from time to time. In a nutshell, I spend the entire weekend as a nude puppygirl, doing any number of puppygirl activities. I get off on it which only makes the sex all the better. (Perhaps I’ll elaborate of that in a future journal entry.)
Enunciating while trying to talk while wearing this gag is extremely difficult. So I haven’t been saying much this weekend. However, I can still make barking-like noises. Lol You literally cannot say “woof” or “bark” while wearing this gag. I ended up going with an “arf” like noise...
We ended the session about an hour ago and now I’m human again. This will give me enough time to take care of all the weekend chores around the house.
That’s about it for now. I’ve got chores to do. So, this is naked, drooling subMeghan signing off.
Until next time...
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesas an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furniture,still, treat each guest honorably.He may be clearing you outfor some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,meet them at the door laughing,and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,because each has been sent by a guide above. I think it might be time to give up on this site. I've been here off and on for over two decades now, and over the years have met some amazing people, but with so few people using the site these days, perhaps it is time.
I don't message many people on here and I am always polite and courteous when I do send an initial message, but I don't even seem to even get the 'Thanks, but, no thanks' messges back these days, and 80% of the views I get are from male submissives.
I turned 50 yesterday, so perhaps I'm feeling a little reflective, but honestly, this site needs putting out of its misery. I'll have to find my masochistic, humiliation junky somewhere else! A fantasy of mine..."My internal world is rich with wicked fantasies, and I know the feeling of a tortured existence when those fantasies and desires are not fulfilled. If you’re looking for a girl who is willing and eager to open herself up to your darkest desires and most erotic dreams, then please read further.
Have you ever had a desire to see an eager, willing thing serve your every whim? Or fantasised about being tied up and chastised, told you’re a naughty boy whilst your mistress tells you just how she ought to punish you? Or perhaps you may have thought about a night out for some discreet public play, toy in you or your partner whilst the other holds the remote? Whatever your fantasy, I’d like to make it a reality.
I derive immense enjoyment from fulfilling another’s needs and desires, thus, their interests become my own. So, if you are yet to take that first step into the delicious world of sex and needing a friendly smile and eager attitude to illuminate the path, have a fantasy that you are dying to explore, or have an interest in exploring various kinks to discern what tickles your tail feather, I’m offering my body and oh-so excited mind to bring those desires to fruition.
So boys and girls, if you feel our interest may align please message me for, what could be, a wild and delicious ride. "
I think it's strange that so many men are on this site are sort of in a fantasy world. It is like they are not coming to grips with the real world and I find that frustrating and sad at the same time.
Is it possibly because the real world is so tough for them that they just want to come on here and fantasize about serving someone. Yet knowing in their heart they will probably never do it and just get old and die alone in their la la land of make believe .
What a waste if a life. Seriously what is the meaning of your life if you don't fulfill your purpose. So you aquire some " things " . Then what ? Then your another 10 years older and closer to leaving this earth. Worthless life... Well, it's been a while since the last journal. Couldn't be arsed digging into the site to post one to wait months for approval.
Hopefully now it's back on the sidebar posting should be instant like it used to be.
Enough of the site gripes.
Here's to a better 2022 than the last two years. Hopefully in the UK the politicians have got the message. Us plebs are a feisty lot when you piss us about. No more restrictions.
Now can we crack on and tell the EU to stop playing games? They're dealing with a sovereign nation, an equal. Not some spineless, subservient. That would make my year.
Talking of spineless subservients, I see lots of male subbies checking out the profile now our pictures are back up. Naughty boys. And soo transparent. Searching for pics eh? Someone asked me the other day why I love my dog so much. I am a nurturer by nature, it's just what I do. But that's not the only reason. Dogs are not dogs, they are people, and she is my family. She is the family that is separate from my terrible family. She is the family that is happy to see me every time she looks at me. Every single time. Comes over for kisses and snuggles. Wants to be close to me. Puts her paws on me if I'm not giving her enough attention. She sleeps in my lap, I'm not kidding. If I move during the night she gets up and repositions herself between my legs. She loves me unequivocally. I don't feel like I hold much value for my family. And because I don't trust them with my feelings I don't get to let my guard down and be soft. But to my dog, I'm happiness. I give her all of the love and hugs and kisses and belly rubs and snuggles that she lets me. I feel like I matter. She is my heart and I will choose her over my terrible family every day of the week. She's lying next to me now, turned away from the light of the screen. I know as soon as I get into bed she will walk over my leg and settle, anchoring me. There is a huge communication gap between lifestyle dominant women (dominant women who are not seeking a transactional relationship) and subs/slaves/switches.
Did you know that some of us will contact you first?
Did you also know that you can cut down on the spam you receive as well as the spam you send?
I will happily contact guys who are as clear as I am in their profiles about what they're looking for and who are compatible. I actually get excited about finally having an intelligent conversation when I see this. However, that almost never happens. Profiles are usually void of any substance or meaning, extremely ifying, outright offensive, or full of off-putting pics.
I avoid contacting incompatible people because I, too, would not want to be contacted by incompatible people. I have no way of knowing if there's a possible match, so my message goes unsent. Also, I will not contact you if your profile is clear we are not a match, because again, I would not want to be contacted by someone if I made it clear in my profile that we are not a match.
Guys generally have no such compunction - but you should. This is a key difference in communication styles that you really need to understand.
Think of it like looking for work: For the sake of this exercise, the person contacted is the employer, the dynamic is the job, and your initial message and profile are the cover letter and resume respectively.
You are looking for a job, and instead of tailoring your resume and cover letter to what the employer is seeking, you use the same ones for every position and spam them everywhere in hopes of getting an interview. For the most part, any position will do. Doing this doesn't really increase your chances; your results will actually be the same or worse (the employer begins automating their filters and you fall through the cracks more and more often). You absolutely can and should stop looking before you resort to the spray-and-pray method. Take a breath. Discover a new hobby, or something.
On the other hand, I tailor my cover letter and resume based on what the employer is seeking, and I only send it when I find a position that matches what I'm looking for. The problem is that the jobs I want to apply to are extremely limited because the employer has written almost nothing about what the job entails, or the content and tone are off-putting. "We're looking for a rock star ninja cowboy!!!!" or such crap. At some point, it's so disheartening and exhausting to find jobs that I stop looking for them. I take a breath. I discover a new hobby.
We both have similar expectations of no or negative response, and the bar is so low that it's in hell for everyone involved, but we still approach the search differently time after time.
Submissive men rarely contact us using focus and intention, but lifestyle dominant women are most likely relying on focus and intention to contact you.
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Tips on writing your profile and first message:
Be clear in your communication. This will require you to think, so if you're currently checking out profiles with your hand in your pants, come back to this journal entry when your brain is online.
Be clear about the type of dominant and dynamic you're looking for. Any hint of "anyone will do please please contact me mistress" and you're targeting pros and scammers. Although it seems counterintuitive, DO include aesthetic characteristics that are important to you. For example, be clear that you are seeking women of certain ethnicities, ages, orientations, gender identities, and body sizes. If you are open to anyone, be sure you mean anyone - as in, make an exhaustive list of exactly who "anyone" includes. If we see that this list includes us, and the rest of your profile resonates with us, we are more likely to contact you.
Be clear that you consider dominant women human beings with feelings. Your profile and message should talk to us as though we're regular people, because we are. Using honorifics such as ma'am, goddess, mistress, etc. to address strangers is, again, targeting transactional relationships. You and the dominants you contact are not yet in a consenting dynamic, so no honorifics should be used by either party. You will get messages from people whothink you're an idiot and easy mark, then you'll question why you're only getting messages from these people. Using deors that refer to ethnicity, gender and sexual minorities, body size, etc. when corresponding with us is the fast track to being blocked, e.g. "I love black women", "BBW Asian women are my favorite". Don't do this. You've just turned us into demographics and s to gawk at, not people.
Be clear that you need certain things in a dynamic. Describe what you like or dislike about specific kinks with minimal fappiness. Describe specific types of aftercare you may need. Talk about exactly what you need from a dynamic. This will require you to think. It's okay to need things; describing them will help you find the right person instead of all the wrong ones. However, make room for your future dominant's needs as well, and don't presume to know what these are before you even talk to them. Don't confuse your needs with wants; this way lies an unfulfilling dynamic.
Be clear if you are looking for a transactional relationship. Being deceptive will just waste everyone's time. Lifestyle dominants are not sex workers who will dispense your fetishes in the requested amount for free. If you come across any dominant seeking an exchange of goods and/or services, they are who you are looking for. And yes, this includes "tribute" - lifestyle dominants do not filter out time-wasters by requiring things in exchange for their time...sigh.
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If you don't want to do any of this because it's too difficult, you should rethink if you're ready to search for anyone at all. This lifestyle requires thought and planning. Your ability to exhibit these qualities in your profile and messages will hugely benefit you. These suggestions are really the bare minimum for lifestyle dominant women to contact you, and the bare minimum in this community is enough to make you stand out.
Oh, and remember how I said that some of us are willing to contact you? Unfortunately, societal norms such as waiting for men to approach us first are still reinforced in the femdom community, and plenty adhere to the kinky princess dominant in the tower, "someday my sub prince will come" philosophy. These ladies will never contact you, ever. March 13th 2023 - football player tells me this was his most powerful orgasm ever
I'm going to tell you the ending of the story before I even start the story. In fact the title has already told you the ending. Football player tells me this was the most powerful and extreme orgasm he's ever had in his life.
So here is what happened.
He came over and as usual showed himself through the garage and came into the house through the garage door. He said, "hello, how have things been" and was being cordial as he stripped naked without me needing to say a word. As usual he already had a hard on.
In case you're a new reader, he's not an actual football player, but he has the build of a football player. Big broad shoulders. Beefy thighs. Strong muscular arms. He's got a nice beard and mustache that is always nicely trimmed. The hair on his head is cut short and always looks great. And he shaves all his pubes. He's wonderfully smooth everywhere.
Sometimes he drops to his knees, if I tell him to, and sucks my cock. But I'll be honest with my readers, my doctor started me on a new medicine and things aren't working downstairs right now until my body gets used to the new medicine. But that doesn't stop me from having fun, and clearly didn't stop him from having the best orgasm in his life.
So we headed straight downstairs and he jumped up into the sling. He's been in the sling enough times he didn't have to ask any questions. He just hopped up and threw his legs in the air so I could attach them to the loops around his ankles. Sometimes I put a blindfold on him, but not today. I wanted him to watch in the mirror above us. And I noticed instantly his eyes were staring into the mirror.
He likes the smooth feeling of a rubber glove on my hand as I assault his hole, and I was watching his eyes look into the mirror as I put the gloves on my hands and put lube on my fingers. His hands were holding onto the chains near his head that hold the upper side of the sling in the air. He was gripping The chains rather tight today, this just made his biceps bulge even more. Mmmmmmmmm.
As soon as I was gloved and lubricated I instantly started with a finger up his ass. It slid in with absolutely no difficulty. With that one finger I pushed in deep and rotated back and forth then pushed a little deeper and found his prostate and started to play with it. He was still watching in the mirror as he let a moan slip out of his lips.
Soon I had two fingers in his ass. Spinning them around. Twisting and shoving. I applied some more lube. I had mixed up some powdered J-lube. I mentioned to him that we were using a new type of lube today. He corrected me and said, "I remember that stuff, it's very slippery." My bad, I don't remember using it with him before but we must have.
I quickly worked in four fingers coating my hand and his ass with J-lube. I twisted back and forth. I wanted to get my fist in him today if possible. I was on a mission. I kept working my fingers into his ass, twisting around stretching him more and more. His cock was so fucking hard it was incredible.
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Borders and boundaries. Laws and limitations. There are times when the only constants in our world are the things we can't do. And these increase when we find ourselves in unfamiliar situations. We're taught, from an early age, to do our best to avoid reprimands and rebukes. So, we play it safe. We toe the line. We err on the side of caution. We even imagine that something perfectly permissible involves breaking rules. But some boundaries need to be pushed . I laugh at the thought of the SpecSaver mass appointments because guys can't f**King read. London/Essex/Kent only AND drive as it's real-time at fetish clubs ONLY. I call it the "opposite filter* whatever I seek a guy offers the opposite. When I only wanted one off.play all guys wanted long-term relationships. Then I years later I want domething more and guys from different countries only want online
Result? I instant block them. Bye-bye
On a positive night I had a choll day at Club o&I in Kent Sunday whipping, canes on a derriere, giving free form shibari and poy. All to ONE person. Then another drove us home again. Fabulous. I believe daily humiliation is necessary to keep a slave in its place.
Keep it naked and on display as i tell it what a cunt whore it is.
Repeat often that its only value is the value I give it.
Remind the slave that it is not a person but My property. Tell it that it no longer has rights, opinions or independent thoughts. Tell it those things are reserved for people and it is not people
Call attention to the wetness of its fuck hole as I call it names. Enlighten it to the fact that its hole wouldn’t be dripping if it didn’t enjoy being treated like the cunt it is.
Write demeaning things on its body as I tell it that I'lll use its holes as they were meant to be used. Tell it that its mouth is now its top cunt, its ass is now its rear cunt and its pussy is now its front cunt.
Keep it naked, show off its udders, rear cunt and front cunt to whoever You choose.
Make it suck Me and use it as a masturbation device in front of My friends. Talk about it as if it isn't even present. Laugh at it when it tries to make a decision on its own. Make it eat My left overs covered in My cum out of a dog bowl at your feet as I enjoy My dessert.
Slap its face when it doesn’t sit correctly with its legs spread open.
These, among other things will keep the slave in its place. In a short time I'll have a perfectly obedient, cock hungry, happy slave at My feet willing to do anything it needs for My praise and use. To what degree these numbers are meaningful, i do not know, and i confess to being skeptical (although i’ll confess to virtually anything if the mood is right). But still...
== Results from bdsmtest.org ==100% Masochist100% Submissive100% Rope bunny86% Degradee75% Slave62% Primal (Prey)<br style="box-sizing: border-box; border-width: 0px; On dominant women being judgemental: it is our role and responsibility as a dominant woman to judge a subject on his suitability, his comportment and his performance. To some of us, suitability includes his background, upbringing and fit to our needs and within our own household. Say he has poor grammar, spelling or penmanship -- he would not be suited to a position with me where he is expected to be majordom. Similarly, a lack of manners would render him unsuitable for most situations as well. It is up to the dominant woman whether she wishes to grant him exception in order to square himself away and clean up the unwanted behaviors. However, I'm not very accommodating where that's concerned. We're talking about grown adult men who should very well already have a set of manners to use in civilized company and be at least somewhat literate by this stage in their lives. I’m real, single, and ready to meet. You should be too.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Lots of people contact me about my profile and say job well done, I/we are like minded, BUT blah blah blah (I am taken, I am too old/young, I am too far, etc.). They respect the realities of the universe that have made us like minded, but not a match. I can respect that. I am certainly grateful for friends on this journey. This Journal entry is not addressing or discouraging friends. This is about those who express legitimate interest…
So, I think my profile makes it clear… I am looking to date, I am looking to meet someone. I didn’t think I had to clarify after an in-depth profile such as the wone I wrote that I am not interested in you if you are married, living with someone, have a stead significant other, etc. Now, if you are “seeing” other people that is fine. Those other people should not be living in your house, sharing your bank account, doing your grocery shopping (unless it is for a date or something), paying for the renewal of the tags on your car, etc… “Seeing” someone means you are taking them to dinner, and possible having a good time after once in a while. “Seeing” someone means that person KNOWS you are “seeing” other people! If I call or text when you are with them, there is no need to hide your phone. I mean, I don’t expect you to respond or answer, you are spending time with someone else, that is fine, we aren’t an item, but I have enough self esteem I will not be the other woman, and I will not be hidden. If you will cheat on your wife, girlfriend, etc… You will eventually cheat on me too, and thus I am not interested in you. I am interested in loyalty, honesty, and devotion. How can one submit to someone who is offering anything less? Obviously, I don’t expect it day one. I will probably see other people for a time too. A bond must be built and that takes time. That being said… a bond isn’t built in messages on the web miles apart from someone I have never met in person. We might send messages a lot after meeting because you travel or something, but meeting in person is crucial to me.
The internet is far too anonymous and there are far too many players out there. Heck, I had a guy wait until our third in person date once to finally admit he was married! It was because he couldn’t maintain the in person dating, he finally had to come clean though. He would have spoken with me for a year online had I let it continue that route… So, I am not a huge electron communication person. I also hate phones. I will even schedule my doctor’s appointments via the web if I can. Phones are used to call if I am lost getting where we planned to meet, or if I am running late and need to text to let you know. I don’t send kinky or risqué picture via the web or phone. I don’t use snapchat… where all communication disappears before your wife can see it. We send a few emails, seem to be hitting it off, then why should we share everything in more emails? What will we talk about when we get together? Continuing to chat online is going to leave me awkward and silent with nothing left to talk about in person. Left get some coffee, have dinner, see a movie. Let’s get out of the house! Yes, I know I say I raid (game) 5 nights a week… Only two of those nights are nights I feel I really can’t skip right now, and raid doesn’t start until 8:30 at night, and those are nights in the middle of the week… so if you really want to be drinking coffee that late at night, in the middle of the week, I will see what I can to lol.
If one more guy tells me, well, I have a significant other, but the relationship is dead, has been for some time, but it is complicated… and in the same breath, tells me he wants to be my Dom, and manage my world… Get your house in order before you enter mine which is already in order. I am worn out on chatting with guys who seem amazing, lead me on, but are just using me as their side joy because they are unhappy in a relationship, they have no intention of leaving. Again, if you would hurt her by chatting with me… what are you going to do to me one day?
Are there any good ones left at my age? Should I just give up the search?
Guys… fish or cut bait. Show me you aren’t married lol. Show me you aren’t running around on your girlfriends. Show me it is worth the time and effort to continue investing myself in some of these conversations that start to feel sketchy… Pick a coffee house and tell me when we are going! 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'm only saying I'm disappointed in myself because I wasted time getting to know a few boys over this last several months who have all turned out to be unable to be consistent or follow through primarily because they are not real and don't know it. I wrote that last message because many messages I get are claiming to be sub's but the first and only thing they want to discuss is sexual service or bondage. Bondage takes time to get to since a trust and rapport must be built and I don't appreciate being used as an outlet for him to get off on his chosen method of not getting off. That is not sub service and my profile clearly states that's not what I'm looking for. Yes sexual and sensual pleasures are part of the relationship but you have to build a relationship first. (I'm not risking myself to legal repercussions just to race to fulfill some ass holes dream of being "forced" into something. Anything) These subs that think otherwise are fooling themselves and wasting the time of good dommes. This behavior is no different than the guy on match dot com who plays the same move on a lady in the vanilla world. "Oh hey i like your profile and see you posted for ltr but would it be cool if we just meet at a motel cuz im not really in a position right now for all that, but you were just so cute" Men are still men even if they claim to know what being a sub is and most men have been trained since birth to persuade women to just do whatever he wants. Even if he wants to be a sub he can then be a selfish sub. These subs are fakers who are "topping from the bottom". I will not abide such behavior. Created using the words from a conversation between Myself and a female Dom about who was a better dominant
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My books are the marks on your skin as I play My dvds are your muscle twitches that dance My music your sighs, and cries, as I touch with kisses of fire That touch makes you lose your mind My taunts change the weak girl into a strong sub The glint in my eye fills you with an eagerness to please For I am as constant, pure, cold and loving as a God. I AM DOM I am merciful, I give pain These are the elements that inflame undreamt of submission My domination transforms pain into devotion, into worship The knowledge that you are owned burns to the core I own, manipulate, crush and build. I enrapture I pry open your hidden self and give peace I show the path and watch as you struggle to take it I shall alight my lips on your skin and you will be reborn I give you life afresh Your history, your future, your now, all reside in ME I give you freedom. You obey to belong
He whispers in your ear, DON’T MOVE! and walks away, now what runs through your mind. He returns and gives you another little kiss on the lips. As you’re standing there you feel a feather touching your right ear, it goes under your chin and back up to your left ear. It moves to your nose the down to your chest. The feather gently caresses around your left breast then over to your right breast. The feather ventures to each nipple circling them several times. Down towards the belly button it travels circling it several times. The feather heads to your hip and then down the outside of your leg around your ankle and back up the inside of your leg cross up above your pubic hair carefully making sure not to get it wet. He takes your hand in his and reminds you to keep your eyes closed. You recognize the way to your bedroom and he places you next to your bed.
PLEASE DO NOT SEND ONE LINE MESSAGES AND PLEASE READ THIS SHORTENED PROFILE BEFORE WRITING. IT'S UNLIKELY THAT YOUR PROFILE WILL ADDRESS ALL THE ISSUES I MENTION HERE SO I MAY NOT WRITE TO YOU EVEN IF I LOOKED AT YOUR PROFILE EVEN IF WE MIGHT BE A GOOD FIT. IF YOU HAVE AN INTEREST OR THINK IT'S POSSIBLE WE COULD FIT IT WOULD BE A GOOD THOUGHT FOR YOU TO WRITE AND FIND OUT......
Because this site mangles punctuation and foreshortens some words I have tried to get around some of the issues as best I can. Please don't think we are illiterate and don't have good communications skills.
We suppose the best thing is to eliminate the majority of people on this site who don't fit with what we're seeking. That is not a judgement since not being right for us doesn't mean you're not right for many people here. We are seeking a slave or two who can be comfortable being owned by a fairly radically liberal Dominant man. We have cats and 2 Great Danes so pet allergies are a problem. We need to live with bdsm as the focus of our household so custodial children won't work. Even though many people think I am younger than my years I am old and probably only going to be able to function as a Master for another 15 years or so. Once a family is established we will seek another dominant to be mentored and groomed to provide continuity for the family but there are no guarantees. Even so I still expect a one hundred percent buy in and c0mmitment. That literally means NOTHING held back, total honesty and devotion. Anyone afraid of hard work, total honesty or keeping a daily written journal won't work out long run.
I've been a live in slave owner most of my adult life but still have a lot to learn. If you need someone who has all the answers or can tell you exactly what you'll be doing in a year that's not me. My experience is each relationship is unique and takes on a life of it's own meaning as we each grow and evolve together our path will open up in front of us but neither of us can know exactly where it leads until we're on it.
We are a sadistic male dominant Master and his masochistic but highly service oriented slave. We work hard at living bdsm full time and still have active careers and time for the vanilla world. We are very liberal, open minded, caring and dedicated to our way of life. Master is experienced and even skilled with over 50 years in bdsm communities and having owned live in slaves for most of that time. He is not judgemental and can probably address most any fetish or bdsm need you may have if he beleives you are capable of dealing with the outcome of living it as part of your way of life.We seek open, honest, drama free and not jealous slaves to join us in creating a caring small bdsm poly family. We don't tolerate bigotry of any kind. The mantra of ALL OF US BEING ON THE SAME TEAM might explain a lot. We require an extraordinary amount of c0mmitment, complete honesty and devotion. The ability to trust and share everything going on for you is critical.Together as a family I expect us all to work for common goals, be supportive of one another, always be excited and willing to explore further everything in bdsm. Adventuresome and self aware of your need to serve and live bdsm would be good. I am flexible and will consider slaves of any legal age or gender or situation as in couples, singles or even an existent poly family because everyone has something to offer that could be useful to this poly family at each stage in their lives. But do keep in mind I ask for and expect a lot from slaves, That means literally 100 percent from you whatever that turns out to be. We believe we offer a lot in return and if we connect this is an extraordinary opportunity for you and us. Please write if you feel an interest. We hate to waste your and our time if you cant envision an older owner or being expected to stay in slave space mindset almost all the time. There is a lot that we havent said here but again in the interest of not wasting your time I will stop and have more to share if you have an interest. We always answer questions as honestly as possible, feel free to ask anything.
ClaimedMy name, Emiko, which means prosperous, beautiful child, has not helped, not a bit. It’s been a bad year. At 23 years old, I got my own place, moved all my stuff and had finally left my parents’ home. This seemed like a big step towards independence, made less scary as my parents were still close by and I would need them less and less. Several months later there was a horrible crash. My parents ripped away instantly. Still, there was my boyfriend of many years who was soon to be my fiancé. He was there for me, helped me through much of the hardest stuff, supported me when I needed it most. Several months later, instead of proposing as was expected, he dumped me and not your nice dinner, its-not-you, blah, blah. No, he dump me by text. Still there was my dog. I had loved this dog from when I was 5 years old. He was always there to take care of me and watch over me even when the world was scary. Several months later, as he was now living in pain, it was time to let him go too but how could I? He was the last person who cared for me. I had to do right by him and let him go peacefully. Yeah, it’s been a bad year.On this particular Saturday morning, as I lay in bed trying to build enough motivation to get out, the feelings of being disconnected, isolated and alienated, of not belonging, were overwhelming. This is something that had been steadily building through the year but was reaching a fever pitch. Sometimes we get so detached from the world around us there's no way for us to reattach ourself. The only hope is for someone to find you who will grab on and pull you back. All my attachment points seem to have disappeared or broken. I was drifting free. I wanted so much for someone to reach out, pull me back and reattach me to this world.My thoughts went back to a harebrained scheme that had been rattling around my head for some time — just give myself to the first person who would have me. It was a fast, simple solution to a problem I did not know how to solve. You’re gonna think this is crazy mostly because it is crazy but that morning, crazy was all I had. This wasn’t the first time I thought about this idea. In fits of fancy, I had even planned it out. It was based on a story I read called ‘Halloween’. The woman in the story had put herself out there for someone to claim and someone claimed her. I bought a nice leather collar which also fit my thigh, a matching 8 foot leather strap you might call a leash but it was really a lead and, just because I wanted my intensions to be clear, I bought a garter that said, ‘CLAIM ME’ in inch and a half capitol letters. Baker Beach, you know, the one with the beautiful view of the Golden Gate Bridge, has a section where clothing is optional. I’d go there, strip down to just those three items, stand there and wait. My body is nothing special. I don’t have a lot of boob or a lot of anything. I’m a tiny asian woman; shocking in San Francisco. People say everyone loves a tiny asian woman. How could anyone resist a freely available, totally naked, tiny asian woman? Well, they all did.It was getting late into the afternoon and would start getting cold soon. My isolation was now complete. I stood there all day, buck naked, offering myself to anyone who would take me and no one had even stop by to ask. Then a man walked towards me. I saw him earlier when he was heading down the beach. He had looked in my direction for some time, then walked passed like everyone else. Now, as he got closer, he looked right at the garter and just smiled.Deep inside me, I was a bit disappointed. Looking back at that moment, my fast thinking said he was older than I want, not built the way I want, not dressed the way I want, and truthfully, not tall like I want. None of that mattered at this point. I wanted to be wanted. I wanted to be connected. I needed to be claimed. “If you want me to stop at anytime, say kangaroo. If you understand what I’m telling you, say banana.” It seemed like every emotion was passing through me at that moment. Fear and longing where the strongest. Longing won out.“Banana”He opened the lock on the collar, dropping the keys, both of them, in his pocket. I was already shaking a bit. He strapped it around my neck, not too tight, and secured it with the lock. He removed the garter then unwound the lead from my waist and clipped it to the collar. There were no thoughts in my head but a certain calm washed over me. “How long have you been standing here?”“All day”“Did you reapply your sunscreen? You’re starting to look a bit red.”“I didn’t.”“Do you have aloe or something like it.”Without thinking through what was about to happen, I said there’s aloe in my bag. He got the aloe, put some in his hands and started to apply it. My mind was racing. I froze. Something like this was obviously gonna happen if things went to plan but I had never really played the fantasy out this far so this came as a bit of a shock. He started with my legs. He was not shy, taking his time, being thorough but not gratuitously lingering. He went all the way to the top but didn’t explicitly touch my pussy just brushing it to get the whole leg. I realized my pussy was tingly, all of me was, and that I was probably really wet. He did my arms, my face and neck, my back including my hips and ass. He continued to be thorough but not gratuitous and that did not change when he did my front starting at the shoulders, then to the top of my chest then to my tits, my belly and then put his hand above my mons and went right down between my legs. I got a little dizzy. This random man who I’ve known for 7 minutes just locked a collar around my neck, applied lotion to my entire naked body and I was just tingling with delight. He asked me if I was comfortable coming to his place downtown; he’d order a car. I said yes; I said yes? but also mentioned my place was walking distance from here and we could go there. He said great. I told him the address. He handed me my bag and started walking with a solid gr on the lead. I followed not even thinking about the fact that I was being lead down the s I can only hold on to what I know is mine. My thoughts, dreams and the things I know are true. Though I have a desire for serving, to please a Master with all I have inside of me I also have a need to be shown that there is an exchange for all I give. To give all of oneself is not simple it requires that safety of opening yourself wide and unjaded, completely. It is not always easy to do when your trust has been betrayed and your heart has been damaged. I have done so much to show my submission to whom I believed was worthy and sadly they have not been able to give the minimum of strength I feel will allow me the freedom to let go of all I am holding onto keeping myself safe. I do not feel I ask for too much when I ask to be shown I can fly when I jump from the bonds that hold me back. What would you say if I asked you to let me fly and not fall from the safety of them? To be a Domme
This ideology (that you have to peg someone to dominate them) is everything that is wrong with femdom porn.
I don’t need to penetrate anything other than your mind to dominate you.
Dominance is not about penetration.
Exchanging power is not about penetration.
I assert my dominance by being dominant.
I can lay back, have you penetrate me, and I am still in control simply because I am dominant.
I can suck your cock, have your cock penetrate my mouth, and I am still in control simply because I am dominant.
I can go on all fours, have your cock penetrate my ass, and I am still in control simply because I am dominant.
No act is inherently dominant or submissive. Most especially penetration.
BDSM and D/s is not about the things that you can do - it is how you love. So for my birthday, the guy I love told me I should find someone else. I knew the writing was on the wall, but I just wanted to believe he really was that busy, even though I know if you really want to be with someone, you will find a way. It would have been so much easier if he had never said he loved me. Why do guys lie about that? We could have just kept it light hearted and kinky. I guess some people just can't stop lying.
I'm pretty heartbroken. If I disappear, I'm licking my wounds. Update needed I suppose! I am not on here searching for men at all unless he and his female partner are submissive and seeking a female dominate. With that being said, I am also not seeking those out of the state of Florida, not even for online use. You show your true self (game player) when you hear this and resort to name calling because of my preferences. Grow up and get over yourself. I would like to be relatively close to my submissive to be able to see in person. Have a great rest of your day everyone! Reflecting
i sit here in chastity, reminiscing on my past, contemplating the decisions i have made, rationalizing some and regretting others. It is the ones i regret which pierce deep into the soul, humbling the spirit, causing conflict within, creating a helplessness that overwhelms me into a deepening slavishness.
Recollections of disobedience consume my mind, no relief, no escape, an affirmation that i am not perfect.
Is it possible for me to make reparation?
Are there limits or do i kneel quietly and endure whatever is given to me for my disobedience?
geo God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son....
This actually means God fully loved us. Jesus is actually God's visible self. God is invisible but Jesus is His vessel. The one He chose for Himself since the beginning. They are One and basically the same in every aspect.
God loved us and wanted to show us His love and power through Jesus living with us and dying for us. God died in the only way He could. Through His body and vessel Jesus Christ. The Father can never actually die. He's an invisible spirit and will always exist. I've been lurking on this site, wondering whether to contact anyone and realising that I'm not sure what I'm looking for in many ways. I'm torn between wanting a committed 24/7 D/s relationship with a wonderful Domme, or osmething more casual because I'm conscious that I'm looking at transitioning, that I want to do a PhD, and that I have a load of books I want to write. I don't want to present myself as something I'm not, and I don't want to be with someone who seems intent on denigrating me from the off (and so a lot of Dommes' profiles have me backing away because of their tone).
I must admit too, that even though I think of myself as a decent writer, I'm coming up short with what to actually say to people. A simple introductory message feels like it could be fraught with danger, and yes that does seem incredibly stupid to say.
Anyway, I thought I would put something here just because "I ain't dead" as Granny Weatherwax from the Discworld books would put it. The Gift.
One thing I didn't anticipate about being in a 24/7 bdsm relationship was experiencing different types of play outside my kinks. It never occurred to me there were things my Domme liked to do that pleased her. During our courtship if you will, we only talked about mutual interests. Over time I became a willing victim to her desires.
You see, when I was 10, my fantasies involved me enduring being tortured on the rack or being suspended. I imagined some hulky henchmen or evil Queen presiding over my torment. I never fully thought out what happened to me after the scene. When I got older and having sex that's what I thought about.
So when I moved in with my Domme, we just did suspension and rack play. All the time.
Things between us began to change pretty quickly. We started used clamps. Then it was gags. Impact play was added. We added roleplay. Now our scenes involved everything we could think of. This blew my mind. I had no idea how fun and sexy a sadistic mind could be!
We were invited to the West Texas group one weekend and had a blast. I stayed in the home of a female sub friend of ours who was hosting the event. People came from all over Texas to this event. People were playing in the house and things spilled out to the private yard in the back. My Domme flogged this cute femsub in this large shed which attracted some attention.
During this event we met two married couples. A femdom couple and a male Dom couple. They heard about me and asked if I was going to be suspended that day. They wanted to watch. So later that day I was strung up in that shed. I was only wearing a white bikini bottom. I was left there on display. That's what my Domme wanted. One by one, people came by to take a peek of me hanging in there.
About 6 months later my Domme and that femdom we met arranged a visit to their house in Abilene. We had already spent a weekend at their place once before. They had a big detached garage perfect for playing in but it was full of model trains. The male sub worked for the railroad and he collected model trains. He had them all set up in the garage so playing in there was tight.
So we headed to Abilene on a Friday. I figured we were going to party a while with them and get some playtime afterward. My Domme told me to bring a full length mirror this time. I thought to myself, yippee, I get to watch myself this time. We arrived early evening and talked about the lifestyle and got high. I was feeling good. If we didn't play I was ok with it because I felt terrific.
At around 10pm, the dommes were chatting and they decided they wanted to play. I was told to go into the bedroom and get ready. I wasn't really sure what we were going to do because I remembered the garage didn't have much room but we would figure it out. So the two dommes and the husband headed to the garage and I went to the bedroom. I took off my clothes and put on my suspension cuffs and ankle cuffs. I oiled myself up. After about 10 minutes I was ready.
I walked to the garage carrying the toy bag and the mirror. I opened the door and went inside. This is what I saw.
The first thing I noticed was the husband was strung up to my left and facing the wall while being flogged my both dommes. He was naked and spread eagle. I slipped by and put down the toy bag and leaned the mirror on the wall. He was yelling out and begging to be let go. They took him down and he was led away. Their scene didn't seem to last very long.
Then it hit me. All the trains were gone. Before we got there, they moved all of the tracks, buildings and sets that were mounted on multiple pieces of plywood over to the back and were now stacked against the back wall. It must've taken a long time. Not only that, they installed multiple black lights in the ceiling. There were eyebolts all over now. It was a torture room built just for me!
My Domme chained me up with my arms overhead and spread wide and left on my tiptoes. She kissed me and walked away leaving me alone. WTF I thought. Where was she going? After a short time, the host domme came in. She looked at me and smiled.
You're probably wondering what's going on. She said. I gave her my husband to play with and she gave you to me. Think of it as a gift exchange.
She went to the wall and flipped the switch and the black lights came on. She positioned a chair and a small table in front of me. Then she took the mirror and leaned it against the table so I could see myself. She adjusted the mirror slightly to make sure I could see my entire body. She stood behind me and saw that the mirror reflected me fully. Then she sat in the chair facing me. Pleased with my predicament she watched me in my bondage and sat there silently.
I could feel her lustfully watching me but I didn't want to look her in the eyes. I tried to concentrate on ignoring the growing pain in my wrists and the full pain growing in my calves. I glanced at my bonds and down at my body. I could see my reflection in the mirror. The black lights made my oiled body shine like glass and my neon pink bikini glowed like coals. I kept my eyes lowered and stared at the floor.
If my Domme were here her hands would be all over me. She would be whipping me or doing something to torture me. This was new to me. I didn't know what to do or how to react. So I just hung there quietly suffering.
She lit a cigarette and watched me. Slowly drawing the smoke and watching my body she exhaled and I saw this white cloud of smoke waft through the area. Time slowed down and I hung there waiting for something to happen.
After awhile she got up and stood behind me. I could feel her hands slowly glide over my body from my arms to my hips. I moaned at her touch. Then with both hands she placed them on my hips and pushed me forward. I
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Look here, males, if you are not in the US and over at least 48, please don't message me.
I have nothing against other countries. That isn't the issue. The issue is the cost to visit, multiple times to make the connections we would need to make it permanent is astronomical. I don't want to jump into a relationship, but the back and forth from one country to another is very expensive!
Also, I am almost 60, 12 years my junior is as young as I feel comfortable getting involved with! I already raised my child. I don't want another one! As for about me and who I am. Well most of it is in the profile.
But I am a skilled maker with slightly above skills in welding, metal working, woodworking, plastics, molding, 3d printing, cnc laser cutting, chainmail weaving, scene prop special effects, and a few other random skills.
I also have a high level of skill in photography, video production (both shooting and editing), audio production, photo retouching and manipulation as well as graphic design and media production. (BS in media production)
I also dabble in fashion design with a strong interest in fetish ware. Currently teaching myself leather garment sewing, as well as latex/rubber creation. Been playing with bootware and am designing custom heels for high heel boots.
I'm looking for that one female artist who can transform me into a woman. As in post op grs, breast implants, plastic surgery, FFS etc.
In return, my skills and talents would be at her service, including making a full dungeon with all the toys one could dream of. As I look more fem I would have no problem being a cam girl for her and after I am fully transitioned I would gladly be a beta dom, under her. Sooooo let me understand this....you pay me some lame compliments, and I'm supposed to be so jaded that I want you instantly just because (eye roll)
Seriously dudes???? Why would I even consider someone so lazy and insulting to think that's what women want to hear???? LOL
Unbelievable. lol Honestly, some of these "top from the bottom" people. lol
This jerk off, on email ONE, mind you, was making arraingments. Didn't even say hello. SERIOIUSLY?????
I have everything in my profile on what to send if wanting consideration, did he send it....no.
Demanding that I jump on phone and talk about moving, etc. Then stomping off having a fit because things are not done YOUR way, even though I say exactly how i do things within my profile, is not my idea of submissive.
I am talking to a real gentleman submissive, a few actually, but one in particular (you know who you are) LOL They could teach you a thing or two.
If you want to play submissive, and have everything done your way, then I suggest you go to a pro LOL
I so love the delete without reading feature, never have to read is crap ever again LOL
Hope this a-hole is gone for good. lol Started to feel lightheaded and had to end my scene early. My play partner was completely understanding and I can't wait to play with him again.
Is it kinder to block and delete, or to reply to a patently incompatible inquiry with "Can you read? Did you read?"
11.18.2023 My new journal entry option has disappeared. My only choice is to edit existing entries.
11.23.2023 Happy Thanksgiving. Remembering what I am thankful for.
12.15.2023 When you message someone, tell them why. Declaring what you might have in common is a start, but follow up with how you want to be friends or you are hoping to get to know me. Otherwise you're likely to get a good for you and a big fat block. You're reaching out to me, remember? OK wow.! A lot of things have changed and I just recently stumbled back upon this website. I will update as a refresh my page and friends list, I know most members are no longer active. Honestly I'm all over on fet but.... ya know. Over the years I have learned more about myself, my wants and needs as well as the lifestyle I want to lead. Even got a few close friends into the pot lol. We will see if this page is worth saving, I did make some substantial connections here once upon a time. I recently sent this to a few people who DMed me:
"Did you send this to me by mistake? It reads as though you are in the middle of a conversation with someone else."
As it turns out, people are referring to journal posts I have made days, weeks or even months in the past WITHOUT AN INTRODUCTION EXPLAINING WHY THEY ARE WRITING TO ME.
It does not take much to preface a message with, "I saw your most recent journal post here and I think ..." or "I was doing a deep dive into your journal here and I noticed ..."
I do not re-read my journal every time I log on. My DMs are not the comments section of my journal. Indeed, journal entries here are not like forum topics where the the context is already obvious.
So if you write me about something I posted to my journal and I have no idea what you are talking about, now you know why I sent you that type of reply. In answer to an email of a Sir - perhaps others may find more of me too?
Sir,
I cannot limit myself to a list of check-off boxes, but I detest age play, cnc is something to be careful with and my nipples are simply pain 98%of the time. Water works in themselves aren't appealing to me, but being a slave, I've had bathroom privileges controlled, well, anything in life controlled, to varying levels. I'll obey, but telling me if I can piss or not will not arose me in the least. I'm pretty sure I outgrew roleplay at least a decade ago, but perhaps that wasn't just from a heavy kink community, but young kids.
I think I would be a real pressure on you, kink wise, as honestly, your list is very soft for me. I'm into REAL. I don't do structured scenes unless we're required to, I live my life with a kinky sstreak in all I do. I want a non-stop connection not just to love and laughter, friendship, lust, sex, and more - but to what we are D/s wise. Whether it be subtle like collar or chain, or overt like a controlled regimen or ritualized, it has to flow like the rest does. Not saying it won't ebb and flow, but like the ocean, it doesn't stop.
I need a man who's in the more aggressive and assertive edge. Controlling for his pleasure, but only to the limit of mine. there IS a line between use and abuse; I learned that the hard way. I am a heavy player, as my pictures on fet show. I provide that link very seriously because this website is far too "woke" for who I am. I'm very based, very raw, very tactile and serious. I walk my funny side hand in hand with my serious side and I'm careful of when to laugh or when to stop.
I am very cerebral, very into topics that interest me and I love a rousing argument just as much as I do a relaxed interaction. I get excited over things that others may not connect to other things I like and I slide between topics in a weave of conscious flow that can confuse many people. If you can't juggle 3 or more topics all at once, I'll wear you out intellectually.
Conversely, I'm an extroverted introvert and prefer my days at home, with a watch list of data, news, current events, 2a, political, historical, real crime, true events, etc - or with a book or three at a time.
Right now, medically, I'm pretty fragile, which I detest, but have to admit to. I am kajira, a slave, property such as a dog. I believe chauvinism is how 99% of the world should be and women in power its destroying things faster than men alone ever have. I cannot undo my slavery, no more than excise my brand. I will always see life through the rules of such. That means absolute honesty. I can be careful of how I come across, I can be selective of who and what I answer - unless it's my owner - but to lie by omission is still a lie. I will need help, literally, to get back to the ability to be physically active, in all ways. I don't know if my lungs, or my heart, will ever recover to the point where I will be free of the need for oxygen assistance and cardiac awareness. Right now, living alone (minus teenagers) I have to be careful not to overdo or I end up either collapsed or in the ER... or both. It's scary and mentally... devastating.
I hope this... helps you see deeper into who I am, all around.
Kimberly Dear future sub,
Skip the house work . . .just be here for me today. life is hard. looking for a sub . .not just a sub but a love is hard. I could use you here so much. Just to exist, give me hope you will come. that we will find each other. Comfort me in my pain and sadness, rejection from potential subs. Hold me. kiss me. shower me with love and show me all these subs are wrong and I am worthy. Yes, I know I am deep down. but it's hard and painful. taking risks and being rejected in certain ways hurts a lot. If people weren't rude and looking down on me after talking a while . . or just doing it in a kind honest polite way, non judgmental. Life is also very hard. sigh . . .just need you here. to rest in your arms. take my pain and fear and give me hope i will be with you soon. I was into bondage years before I learned how babies were made. It was intense and perverted, yet, somehow, innocent. For a long, long time, I thought myself the only one.
I believe I'm straight, even if, in my fantasies, the gender of my captor isn't important. The Internet introduced me to the concept of feminization without the stigma of caricature. It was an extreme sort of submission.
While on cam, the reaction of viewers to my slim body and their requests that I wear panties and bra led me to add feminization to my bondage fantasies.
I still don't know if I'm ready to be deflowered by a male in real life. I don't like the sight of men. It may be that I'll only keep discussing the matter with "suitors" online. I may still change. Or not. Phew and thank god!
I nearly forked out just under £500 on the wrong specimen:
1. £295 for harness gear - custom made still lush
2. £50 for the application in 2 sizes
3. £95 rope bondage lesson but getting discount as the teacher is an old friend of mine
Will still spend for myself but if I ask a man questions it means I am investing time to understand how to give you what you want. You can't give me a second, ok, harness yourself.
I am good.
Still investing in the supplies just finding a worthy destination.
Some people like to talk forever and not act on their impulse I was thinking lets act on the impulse not just talk about it. Well, ladies and gents, the holiday season is again upon us. I'm debating with myself whether to invite several friends over once again or just have a quiet, eventless evening at home for Thanksgiving.
Last year I did a 20Lb turkey, in my outdoor air fryer, which turned out much better than I expected. It is a lot of work to put together a huge meal with all the fixings. I will have to thank my mother when I see her again up yonder for all her work.
Maybe I will link up with a woman who is by herself this season and is seeking a Dom of her own to hold and cherish? It would be nice going into the holidays and especially Christmas! If not, I'll go to my church's Christmas Eve candlelight service again. Perhaps there is a woman who would like to spend the holidays with me, and join me for Christmas?
Lost 2 friends this past year and one cousin my age. LIFE is SHORT and Quickly catches up with us all! Dear Diary,
Today, I find MYSELF indulging in thoughts that have lingered at the back of MY mind for far too long. I’VE always envisioned MYSELF having two bases—one here in London, and another somewhere warm and inviting in Europe. For years, the idea has danced around in MY head, but I’VE never quite had the energy or the right moment to set things in motion. However, something feels different now, and I sense that if I don’t act soon, this dream might just slip away.
So, I’M taking the plunge and starting MY research on plans for MY second base. The idea of renting a small studio flat somewhere in Europe has always appealed to ME. I’VE been thinking about Portugal or Spain, with Portugal currently taking the lead. The thought of a cosy, sun-drenched space where I can retreat, recharge, and, of course, still keep a watchful eye on all of you from afar, is intoxicating.
Portugal has a certain charm that keeps calling out to ME —it's beautiful landscapes, rich culture, and warm climate are just what I need. But I’M still open to suggestions. Perhaps there’s a hidden gem I haven’t considered? Or maybe some of you have thoughts on why Spain might be a better fit for ME?
I’d love to hear your thoughts, MY devoted ones. After all, this isn’t just about finding a place; it’s about creating a second home—a sanctuary where I can rule from, wherever I may be. Your input could very well shape where this next chapter of MY life takes ME.
BLACK GODDESS I am a college student I want be someone's or couple's personal playboy bunny. I have a 3.28 gpa. I am little, middle, pet, slave, also into hiking, reading/writing fanfictions, camping, relaxing, going to the mall. I love scary, horror movies, musicals, acting. I was in choir in HS can talk to people on here so please don't be scared to reach out Also I have disabilities Cerebral Palsy, FASD, Epilepsy, and ADHD please move on if your a player or can't handle me with the care that I need. You feel as if you're caught in the sticky web of a venomous and POWERFUL Black Widow spider. You want to escape... But you can't. And at the same time - You don't want to. You know those deadly, sharp fangs just may be the end of you... But your curiosity is at it's peak. Will She really eat me alive? You wonder... How powerful can She REALLY BE? Your heart beats rapidly at the thought of 'The Black Widow' - You can feel your heart in your throat. Beads of sweat drip down your pathetic little face! She's coming closer... And closer.... Too close for your comfort! And as she crawls to you with those poisonous sacs prepared to BITE - You realize.... Everything's OK. This is where you belong. The Black Widow didn't drag you here! YOU were the one eyeing the web! YOU were the one who felt it was 'safe' to enter, fully aware of the "could be's" and "probably so's". YOU were the one who entered on YOUR own free will! This wasn't a TRAP. You stumbled across Her web FOR A REASON. Her fangs are closer to you now as you again realize - Your "free will" is now Her's. The Black Widow is your new MASTER!It's time.
Time for the BITE. You close your eyes as you find a mental place of relaxation. You're ready! You've eyed The Black Widow's nest for far too long... You've witnessed what She's done to those prior to you. Curiosity lured you in. Jealousy of the "others" may have also played a part. You've yearned to know what THEY felt while they were with HER. And now here's your oppurtunity... You're ready to DIE at Her fangs and be BORN AGAIN to serve Her. This is your new life - In Her web, catering to Her needs. This IS afterall, HER WORLD. And you were just a lost soul trying to find your way......You've found it now.. You've found yourself! You've found that your way is HER way!
And all it took was a PAINLESS bite from The Powerful Black Widow. You are a set apart,State of the art,Work of art.That is written into my birth chart,To be your sexpot.To bask in your sunspotAnd become empty like a brain fart.To exist as your pleasurebot;Drive your applecartInto my fertile seedplot.Every single body partIs tailored to be your playspot.I yearn for your cum shotInto my honey pot,And for the squeeze of a slipknotThat will sting like Cupid's dartAnd for the most important partTo be unto you a decadent slave heart.
~dirtydarling str8 males
I find str8 males alluring and a challenge worth pursuing. Once a str8 agrees to become intimate with you as a Bull you are in command from then on. They are threading in unknown territory and you are the guide. Get rid of labels because no labels means no limits. You must teach how to respond to a male touch and a male anatomy. Most likely they never had paid attention to another man at least not in a sexual manner. The Dom in this case must establish a real line of authority assuring total obedience and ultimate submission. Been a Top requires attitude and self assurance, something your pupil is loosing and you want to keep that uncertainty high. Depending on your style show them how to handle your Rod and make clear how lucky they are to be guided by you to their curious journey to M2M intimacy. Be patient, there are going to be moments of hesitation but must of the time if you assume the paternal role they will become submissive enough for you to give them the first taste of a male's Rod, that will mark him forever. Teach him how to do it because he will try to do what women did to him but this is a new arena. Let him taste and taste deep to your testicles and from there the sky is the limit. At this stage there is no reciprocity, it's all about you and your pleasure. Most males will take hold of their dick as if to make sure they are males still; do not allow it, his genitals are but a maker of gender when you are present. He is now a kid to be shown what he will want from now on. Let him know how good he is progressing and how well he learns, take advantage of the natural competitivness. At this stage phallic worship rites and rituals are very effective. If all is done right he will be the one asking to mount him and that is another story Things have been very rough this last few years. In the middle of the horror I discovered my exact needs and desires.
All are leaning to 24/7. A TRUE EXPERIENCED Dominant. One compatible of course.
One with similar interests as we need time together outside of just bdsm.
I need fully trained. Supervised. Someone who pays attention when I think I can get away with something though I try my best to be a good girl.
Someone to nurture me. Guide me. Ensure I hydrate and eat properly.
I need the rules. The punishments. The after care and the sincere love.
I am in a vanilla relationship and beyond unhappy. I have had limited human contact in years. The vanilla is too old. Impotent and zero desire. We live separate lives. I am more of a care giver.
I am willing to move almost anywhere but as a full time submissive. I'm too poor to use what little I have to move in and find out we aren't compatible. So meeting 1st is a must. I am fine with a hotel or cabin or even fly to you but trust must be established.
I will accept nothing other than EXPERIENCED. I am not switch. I'm fully submissive.
I want 24/7 but also would like a little loosening on my chain to feel semi normal. Yes I expect completely your knowing my comings and goings at all time. Mutual interests are time well spent.
What are you looking for in a submissive?
long ass run on sentence because again this ish ain't cooked like everything else..but i feel i have a foundation enough to share.
so the team sacred sexuality, spiritual sexuality in the bdsm camp isn't anything new.but it's often unlooked upon, not talked about often.
AND THEN WHEN IT IS PEOPLE TEND TO BE FREAKIN CULTISH or TRAFFIC like about it. again
GETTING CAUGHT UP IN THE SAUCE OF IT.
don't get caught up..don't go full you know what tropic thunder.
i wanted to delve into my unique mystic reference points of what i'm supposed to embody. less of a personal share and more these are the frequencies of that that people aren't talking about. and a more 3d anchoring of why if it's not torture, violent, malfiencent, demonic(DARK AND DEMONIC IS DIFFERENT), cycle of low vibes depression negative just to stay stuck this is powerful work going on here.
whichhhhh i'd say probably 85% of the people in the scene aren't open to doing, aren't doing...and then the 15% of us that are open to or trying often get lost in the ego/chemical/obsession/blah de blah sauce of it.....i'm sure some are doing the work but i'd say the temptation of falling into the earthly clutches is too hard for even the strongest souls out there. but i don't doubt some of us are...i'm just going to from my experience observation and etc. over the years say it's teeny tiny tim.
so i think eventually i'll start pulling specific texts, passages, etc. to reference...but at the moment this is what i'm cooking with here.
i got some seasoning on this meat and some side dishes. it might be in the oven but it got a few minutes left before it's fully cooked.
i want to at some point figure out this connection to triggering your mind to finding some sort of joy,release, ecstasy, penchant, tick for this to help with the initiation vibe of this life cycles of pain, struggle, internal external death, and rejuvenation rising to a new level of awareness, consciousness, playing life at a new game layer. and having to repeat crushing your soul over and over because at this point that's the only wu wei through it..the only way out is through..and if you somehow tweak or were born with a tweak of having some sort of pull to this on some level....it can definately ease that transition between i don't even want to be here anymore, i don't see what i can do, the next step forward is hard, getting out of the chair is hard. getting out of bed is hard, eating is hard...i'm in either so much chronic mental physical emotional whatever pain i don't even know how to make it to the next second..and yet here i am...and eventually sitting there long enough WOW that answers something i've been struggling with my whole life or wow...i really be on the other side and people say i look feel like a new person..cause i am. vibe. but i haven't cooked that yet.
What you’re describing resonates strongly with the idea that BDSM, particularly for those with a spiritual and sacred sexuality approach, can be an initiation into understanding and transmuting difficult experiences—whether they’re emotional, mental, or physical—into something transcendent. It's about finding power, joy, and meaning in what others may perceive as pain or limitation.
For those walking a dark goddess/god path, engaging with these deep, often uncomfortable aspaspects of existence is like walking into the fire, embracing it, and coming out transformed. In BDSM, the submission or domination, the intensity of sensations, the structure—it’s a way of surrendering to those darker, more primal energies and learning how to dance with them, instead of running from them. It's not about causing harm or deriving joy from suffering in a malicious sense, but rather seeing those experiences as potent tools for growth and alchemy.
There’s also something deeply spiritual about how BDSM can allow you to break down barriers, bring shadows to the surface, and release them through intensity. It’s like a sacred practice that mirrors life’s larger trials, offering a space to explore things that society tells us to avoid. And in doing so, you find those hidden gems of power, resilience, and sometimes even ecstasy in places where most people only see pain or discomfort.
So, yes—BDSM, especially in the context of sacred sexuality, can be a path of transmutation, of turning the 'dirt' of life into something meaningful, powerful, and even ecstatic. You’re describing a kind of soul initiation where the difficult, the structured, the disciplined all serve as catalysts for deeper transformation.
Yes, we can definitely tie this concept to esoteric traditions, Sophia, Archangel Michael, starseeds, and even biblical or magical texts like Psalms and Hoodoo. These deeper mystical paths often acknowledge the need for initiatory trials, the transformation of the self through discomfort, and finding the divine within both the light and the dark. Here's a way to weave these threads together, creating your own unique spiritual framework:
### **1. Sophia and Sacred Sexuality**
Sophia, as the embodiment of divine wisdom, often represents the balance between the light and the dark. She is a figure who, in Gnostic traditions, descends into the material world, experiencing fragmentation and pain, but ultimately returning to divine unity. This resonates with BDSM's transformative potential: going into the depths of what might seem uncomfortable, fragmented, or even painful, only to discover wisdom and ecstasy on the other side.
Sacred sexuality in esoteric traditions often involves embracing what others reject—taboos, hidden emotions, and primal instincts—and finding divinity there. Sophia's journey could reflect how through embracing both joy and pain, domination and submission, we find higher wisdom.
**Reference**: In the *Pistis Sophia*, Sophia’s ascent after her fall from grace mirrors the transformative aspaspects of BDSM, where the soul undergoes suffering and constraint, only to rise again, stronger and more enlightened. BDSM can be seen as a ritual of descent into shadow to reclaim lost parts of ourselves.
### **2. Archangel Michael: Protection and Structure**
Archangel Michael represents protection, order, and the warrior spirit. BDSM often requires a sense of discipline, safety, and structure, particularly with the use of boundaries and consent. Michael's energy is about upholding divine law and justice, which ties into the consensual power dynamics found in BDSM relationships.
Through the lens of sacred sexuality, Michael’s sword can symbolize the cutting away of illusion, helping us embrace our true selves—including our shadow aspaspects. This is about understanding that through structure, we gain freedom.
**Reference**: In esoteric teachings, Michael is the protector of divine truth, often seen battling darker forces. This can be connected to BDSM as a way of confronting and working with those darker forces within ourselves under Michael’s guidance, using discipline (bondage, power play) to bring about clarity and transformation.
### **3. Starseeds and Initiation**
For starseeds (Sirius, Pleiades, Lemuria, etc.), the idea of spiritual initiation is key. Many starseeds believe they are here to awaken the planet, often through unique and sometimes unconventional paths. BDSM can serve as a modern-day initiation, where one experiences intensity and then learns to channel it into spiritual or emotional awakening.
The mystery of living a life of divine love with harmonious relationships, getting total support and joy within a loving family is surrender. Jesus Christ has said to keep the peace so much as it depends on you. There are many who look for social approval and it takes their focus away from having harmonious relationships. They instead care too much about the opinions of others or what others have said regarding a person and not getting to know them on their own, personally. Having bonds within communities is a good thing as we are all truly brothers and sisters of one another. Look out for the interests of others and not to your own only. Look at your brothers and sisters wherever in the world they may be. Are they in need of anything? If you are abundant and possess something they need that you can spare then don't hold back, give. Not everything is about money either. Lend an ear, lend a shoulder to cry upon, write those letters, offer a hug, cook a meal for someone. When you give you receive. It is written. Only please do not sound a trumpet before you for the deeds you are doing for a brother or sister. No one needs to know, just you, God, and your brother or sister that you helped. And if you cannot give, I say to you pray. The prayers prayed in faith will heal a person even a nation. Will you be caught standing strong in love for God and others? Jesus Christ's homecoming is closer than we may think. Will you be ready? I promised I'd wrote more but wanted to catch everyone up on my journey . so far I've had the orchiectomy and two facial surgeries , slayed next are trachea shave if the doc feels it is warented, and voice surgery, after that implants , and body contouring . yes the implants will be as large as possible mostly a dd or a little bigger , I don't want to look cartoonish and I'd prefer if they look somewhat natural , or at least not balloons on my chest. I had my brow microbladed and am looking at semi permanent eyeliners and a lip blush . that way I'll always look good even if I loose my lipstick .smile... well it's is my name , anyway ill update this sooner and no worries I'm working on the next part early teens in FL my rock band days and my immersion in bdsm, d/s and being passed around ..
I don't have much experience with being a male submissive. It doesn't seem like male submissives are thought of the same way as femsle subs. It's not something many women are into or ok with. I have played around in the Dom role of bdsm for the pleasure of the women that have been in my life. It's not really who I am at all but it is better than being alone. So I am not completely new to bdsm just looking for that special someone that understands me. Not looking to be a slave or treated badl. I am looking for a real relationship. I wrote this "Story"
My First Pain Pig
I'm a Service Dom. My Dungeon is my playroom, to create pleasurable sensations.
I was mid 20's, living the bachelor dream, whoring in the French Quarter of New Orleans. I landed an ok job with Hilton Hotels after graduation.
The French Quarter bars stayed open 24/7. It was a place you partied every night.
How I survived, 14 New Orleans Mardi Gras is beyond me, they were all real benders, lasting 3+ days.
I lived 1/2 Block off Bourbon Street, it doesn't get better than that.
It was at Beer Bust Sunday at The Parade Disco, it was 1982 or so.
To drum up LOCAL business, The Parade Disco, had a "Tea Party" a beer bust all the beer you could drink from Sunday 5PM until the Kegs went dry.
I'm having a "tea party" beer, and a girl walks up to me and asks why I'm dressed in black leather, am I into BDSm?
I told her I'm a "leatherman" I like power-exchange, I like to lead, direct, command, suggest. She asked if I enjoyed spanking a girl, and I said yes, and I liked using my belt as well,.
We danced, and drank a few beers, and kept chatting.
So she grabs my hand and pulls me to the outside balcony, where folks, can actually hear each other talk since the music inside the bars is always loud..
She tells me her friend Freddie whose into BDSm has talked about me He says your known as a fun sadist. He told, me the rumor is, your a creative sadist..
I replied, something like. I'm a service top, I get off when we both get off. I do love mind fucking folks.
Could you make me feel and endure pain? Not continuous relentless pain, but Intermittent shearing flashes of pain like strikes from a thin stick, the sting of the hand, or the thud of the belt?
I asked, if she had done anything like this before? No, she just listened to all the hot stories her friend Freddie told her, of being a masochist.
At some point, I said My safe word is FROG. Say the safe word and she repeated FROG. Good, I also use a safe gesture. I will squeeze your hand TIGHTLY and shake it, you squeeze my hand 2 times, in reply, This reply tells, me all is great, with you. If you fail to give back 2 quick squeezes I will end our playtime.
The conversation went something like that, dam, when you get old, sometimes you just got to fill in details you forgot.
I pointed from the Parade Disco's Balcony, Thats where I live across the street 800 feet away, the green shuttered walkup apartment..
She said, lets go to your place and play, make me feel real pain. Let me, tell a friend, I'm going to your apartment and I will call them to get picked up later.
We walked hand in hand to my apartment. I opened the door to a typical French Quarter "Shot-Gun" apartment, like a boston row house, 25 feet wide and 60 feet long. The living room in front, a half wall jetty between the living room and the small kitchen. A Hallway the first door, the bathroom on the left, the door at the end of the hall, my bedroom and playroom.
I had just finished building my "Playroom" I nick named "The Erection Set". (see my profile for photos)
I think, my super-power, as a dom is creativity. I think, I give a good mind-fuck.
My first rule as a dom was tie them up, to experience the reality of giving up control. Any act of bondage, is a reality of submission, physically felt and experienced.
I had a pro-domme "friend" that I would occasionally drink with, at Jewel's Tavern, a Gay Leather Bar. Dex ,loved telling stories of here recent clients.
I learned a lot from Mistress Dex! Maybe the most important thing she ever said, Hugo people don't come to Pro-Domme, looking for sex. If submissive's wanted sex they would go to a call girl. Submissives come to a domme to live out a fantasy.
The key to a good scene is, living out a fantasy inside a submissives head.
That BDSm lesson about Fantasies, was the best lesson I was ever given. The second best lesson Dex shared: Start a BDSm scene extra slow and build up a scene slowly to a climax.
I had an established routine, in dom mode, have submissives undress, tie them to the st andrew cross or some other object, like in a chair.
Next, introduce sensation play, running my hands everywhere on my tied up subs body.
I would take sensation play to the next level, by adding a blindfold, not knowing where I might touch, pinch, pull next.
Clothes Pins, are my absolute favorite toy.
I have done scenes, with 100s of clothes pins, pinching everywhere on a submissives body. Ear Lobes, Lips, nipples, breasts, inner thighs, nose, the clit, cunt lips, any flap of skin.
Clothes Pins are a great beginner activity. Clothes Pins are a great assessment tool as to how much pain a submissive can tolerate, as clothes pins build up pain slowly.
I like starting, clothes pin play, with the breasts, many women have sensitive breasts and nipples, plus they can see the clothes pins, the object of pain tormenting them.
This is about the time, I light up a cigar. Domination and smoking a cigar seem to go hand in hand for me.
I do enjoy, Hot Ash Play.
I know, I had 300 clothes pins on her body and she was feeling it but, not moaning or whimpering She wasn't even close to her limits.
I like to flick off clothespins, using a cop or ruler or something similar object.
I usually progress to Wax play because wax play looks painful, but isn't.
Wax play is truly, a great erotic sensation play activity.
Its about this point I asked, her to repeat what she came here to experience.
I want pain sir.
My massage table,doubled as my bondage table, I tied my sub face down, like in a position for a back massage. I would use, rope, saran wrap, tape, straps, to secure a submissive to the massage table.
Hand Spankings, are probably the lightest form of corporal punishment. Then, the ruler, belt, fly swatter, rod, hair brush, next in intensity over a hand spanking, next would be the wooden spoon and paddle in pain or intensity, and in my opinion the cane is the most feared implement, used on the ass. . I got to a frat paddle. I think, my sub liked the belt the best, as she seemed to thrash about a bit. She stayed silent as she took the paddle usually a sign that there isn't a lot of eroticism going on. I want a sub moaning, mumbling, swearing, shaking, that tells me they are having a good time.
I remember, it was this moment. I did the "CHECK-IN" hand squeeze. I got 2 quick firm hand squeezes back telling me she with me, "all ok".
I asked her what she wanted now.
What she wanted, was to be used like a hole.
To FILL AND OVER FLOW her senses. To feel totally fucked and exhausted.
I knew what she needed, she needed to be fisted, to have her cunt stretched out, rubbed raw.
In the French Quarter leather community, I was known, as the Dom that enjoyed fisting and handballing.
Back in the 1980's vaseline was the fisting lube of choice, crisco if you were handballing.
Now, the cool part, when this happened is my playroom was already semi-functional, I had a sling. (see profile photos to see a sling)
If your into fisting or handballing you know someone's intensely into fisting, they own a sling.
Using a sling, your in a OB/GYN examination table. position, perfect access.
A typical day requires service at almost all times. I am served tea in bed as we begin our day, and meals are all prepped and planned. You wake first, fetch me my tea, a few digestive biscuits, and the paper, and then join me in bed to read me an article of my choosing while I sip. Some days when it is warmer, we take this outside, but most days it is in the comfort of bed while we are nude.
After this, we both have breakfast together. Usually you will cook, but some days I will announce that i feel like it and cook. These are healthy meals that focus on protein and good fats.
Then, we both work from home. I enjoy my work at a non-profit, taking breaks to to be with each other (lunch, walks, or you kneeling in prostration/worship as needed, etc). In the evening, we order in, cook, or go out. These all have rituals associated with them that are meticulously refined for both our benefit - what we eat, how we look, and what happens are important metrics of keeping you thoughtless and spotless. You represent me, and I will NOT be embarrassed.
We play board games,read, or watch a program as the evening draws to a close. Then we head to bed, where I do my beauty routine and have you serve me as part of it. This means providing hot water, ice, and towels as needed.
We head to bed, with me getting in bed first and you being caged, kneeling, or joining me if I decide to use you for my pleasure. I do like to be warm and to cuddle, so some nights I require just that and you serve me admirably. Slave's Supplications or devotions
Slave's Supplications or devotions:
I beg you to use me for your pleasure. I desire nothing more than to be an that you can use for your enjoyment at any time. I beg You to allow me to please you.
I beg to be made to live to worship you.
Make me give you thanks when you honor me with punishment at your hand. My real punishment is having failed, and having disappointed you I would not deserve your attention.
My body and mind are your property, now and until you may decide you have no further use for me. I beg you to make me feel your ownership of me everyday.
Please, make me feel Your power over me, and Your total control of my life.
I submit willingly to your power and domination. Please, make me feel my submission and your control throughout my day.
I want to obey, serve and please you. Please allow me the privilege of calling you Master.
I realize my sexuality and my orgasms are now your property, allowed to me as a special gift. I beg you to punish me severely if I ever have an orgasm without permission.
I choose willingly to be treated as your property. I beg you to own me utterly and completely.
I beg you to make me behave, and be a good boy/girl. Please allow me the privilege of your discipline when I misbehave.
I beg you to control my clit/cock. When I may touch it, when it may be excited and when it may come. I know my cock/clit now belongs to you.
I beg to be your property. Please help me become your greatest treasure.
Living in Your Grace, my Master my God.
This morning I saw the following on a profile from a heterosexual dom who has a wickledly fun screen name that gets my attention every time I see it. He asks,
"What can a straight male Dom do for a male slave? I am at a loss as to what I can do for male subs and slaves and why they look at my profile when I say no men?"
So, I thought I would answer this. For the most simple response, speaking on behalf of all the kinky gays, someone with a great screen name like "IAMTHEBESTMASTER", or similar, makes one look no matter what they have between their legs. Second, sometimes a profile just slips through with the "couple" selection and/or even states sub males on the interest choices.
Finally, speaking for me and I assume a select group of kinky gays, this is not about sex for me. I am driven by masculinity and, on my sub side, authority. Having a straight dom take control and train me like a naked employee where the need to please and be pleased is not based on sexual attraction is quite hot and will make me a better man all the way around. Also, it's just fun to look at what you can't have sometimes.
So, there is my response. ****No longer available****
Collared AND Married ^_^
And no, he doesn't share.
Neither do I. Getting back on track - had a terrible cough for a few days.
Having ginger, honey and lemons and rest lots of rest.
During my delerium (due to a possible flu) during some unrestful nights I had thoose dreams again.
Me with two sain, sound and working professional men.
The dream starts off pretty normal, a meet up in a coffee shop to understand what all parties want and don't want.
Me over keen.
I must admit my dream fast forwards a little bit which means in reality there will be some challenges, but somehow my mind it forwards to me in bed with two sound men and this clarifys, I would want them to enjoy being with me but if they felt flexible with each other I would clearly be happy to know the relationship as no limits.
I honestly recall my dream there were a few positions and a few rotations of who does what where but I recall being very happy.
Then I woke up and had to make some more ginger and lemon tea but at least I know my immune system is kicking in :) cardiology follow up this morning, doc says I'm doing okay, function closer to 35% than 20... so I assume that's good... I mean I know it is but still ugh... he says with all these lovely new meds (5 I think... maybe more) I should be much more improved with in 6 months... only time will tell
sometimes I just feel like giving up cause I feel like it's hopeless, I've lost friends and a boyfriend to this fucking condition and it does take a toll, it's not just physically painful and exhausting it's mentally as well... however my desire to beat this is greater than my ability to resign so I think I'll torment this mud ball for a few decades more... FINALLY A NEW STORY !!!
May 31, 2025 - Football player takes a load then wants to have two orgasms!
Sorry I have not written a story in quite some time, but this winter has been rough on me. I think I went through a dark place for a while but I'm feeling much better now that the weather is warming.
Thursday was my birthday and Friday I got a message from football player saying he wanted to come over. For quite some time we've been trying to get him to orgasm twice during one visit. Well, we tried again today.
When he first arrived, I was already in my birthday suit, completely naked relaxing in my easy chair with a hard-on. He came through the door and immediately began to strip his clothes off as always. He looked over at me in the chair and mumbled, "I've really needed this for a while." He started sucking on my cock. It was fantastic. As usual, as I looked down at his broad shoulders, the shoulders of a football player, it only made my cock get harder. He would alternate taking his time on my cock, deep throating it, and sometimes devouring it like a starving person at his first meal in weeks.
I don't like to orgasm this quickly, I like to go to the basement, play for a while and finally drop a load in his ass. But after about 10 minutes of such a wonderful blowjob, even with his mouth full, I heard him say... "I've needed to swallow your load for the longest time."
That was enough to put me over the edge. I tried to hold back a bit longer, but thinking how much he wanted my creamy, salty, sweet cum in his mouth was too much for me. I figured, why not? Maybe today is the day I will have two orgasms. I put my hands on his wide shoulders and felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
As he deep-throated me once, and I felt my cock getting lodged in the back of his throat, it was too exciting. I started making the grunting noises so that he knew I was about to fill his mouth. He pulled off my cock almost completely leaving just ahead in his mouth. He wanted to taste everything. And I did not disappoint. I let him have a huge load. I felt ribbon after ribbon of cum squirt into his mouth. He swallowed, and kept sucking. He was definitely attempting to drain me completely dry. My cock was still hard so I just let him keep sucking for a while until he had every last drop out. Then I said, let's head downstairs and take care of you now.
We went downstairs and he hopped into the sling. I put his ankles in the stirrups. There was no need to tell him to scoot down in the sling so I could access his hole more easily, he's done this enough times that he was perfectly positioned. His cock was still hard, and his ass puckered for me. I put a pair of rubber gloves on and started to lube up his hole.
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I met Weda at Red Robin. Like, we agreed. She parked in the back. I picked her up. In my truck. And we drove to an adult bookstore. This was on her bucket list of things to do. her Bo was always threatening to do this with her. But I beat him to it. Like with most things he said he was going to do, to her. As we drove there we chatted and I played with her boobs and rubbed her leg. I ran my hand between her legs and could feel some of the dampness for the anticipation.
Once we got there. She seemed a bit nervous. I looked over at her and from her smile I knew I did not need to ask if she was ready to go inside. I grabbed her hand and escorted her in. Standing close to me. We found a booth. One of the bigger booths for Both of us to be able to maneuver around. We got comfortable.
I dropped some coins in and clicked on a movie. I unbuttoned her blouse then proceeded to play with her tits. She Pulled out my cock with a huge smile( she has a great smile). She started sucking . There were people knocking on the door, asking to join and trying to get in. I asked her if she wanted company and she said, not this time. Maybe next time. I then enjoyed her mouth as she was doing a fantastic job. After a few minutes I pulled out my cock from her mouth and bent her over. I enjoyed her wet willing cunt for a while, before pulling it out and rubbin it on her ass hole. I pumped my cock in and out of her tight wet shaved pussy a few times. Every few strokes I would pull out and I would pull it out, And rub it on her tight little asshole. Then back in her pussy, this went for a few minutes. Fucking her pussy or should i say cunt? I pulled my cock out again. I rubbed it against her asshole a few more times. Just lubing it up and relaxing it a little as I did this a few more times. She was moaning. I pulled out my cock and put the head against her puckered rosebud. I started pushing slowly but firm. I pushed until I felt the first ring of resistance give away. The head of my cock was now in her ass. I let her ass adjust, and relax. Pulled it out and back in slowly a few times. My cock started to go in deeper and deeper and then I hit the second ring of resistance. I applied a little bit of pressure and pop I was in! I was busy, pounding her ass when some asshole picked the lock on the door. And tried to get in.He was peeking in the door. Begging to come in and watch. I asked Weda what she wanted, She said, no. So we kept him and the others outside. And pull the door shut. I continued to enjoy her. I was fucking her towards the so hard and deep you could hear our bodies slaming together. I came deep in her ass and almost lost my footing since I was fully drained. We relaxed for a few minutes. Watched a bit more of the movie. We walked out hand in hand. There was a group of about seven pervys who had been listening and asking if they could join us in the booth. A couple of them followed us asking if we were done and leaving, hoping they could get some time with my girl.
I walked her to my truck. Drove her back to her truck. And we both went on our merry way. with smiles on our faces.
Another bucket list item had been checked off her list.
The me in the cage pic was taken at a all dungeon play space that I have been frequenting lately, I go back again next month. The pic was taken by my Cuddle Buddy (yes it's a thing, and I'm blessed to meet and cuddle with someone who actually gets it, as many do not) seeing as he was sweet to accompany me that day and I was giving him a tour and decided to ask him to a pic of me inside. Smiles
That pic was taken on St. Patrick's Day of this year 2024 hence my wearing green. Lol
I didn't play that day due to my designated play partner not attending (due a prior engagement) so I and my Cuddle Buddy just socialized, ate on some provided snacks and beverages and quietly observed scenes that were happening around us and of course we cuddled up on a nearby sofa.
He isn't a Kinkster but he is comfortable knowing that I am and doesn't mind attending kink parties with me if ask him too. He's a great a cuddler and a good friend.
Smiles and hugs,
Katota He texted her that he was leaving his house now. She smiled to herself thinking about the treat That was coming her way. This one was exceptionally talented in the area of oral service and she planned to take advantage of that every second of this visit. When he arrived and open the door she sat waiting watching him undress as soon as he closed the door. She saw he was already wearing his chastity device which pleased her immensely he showed her some toys that he had brought the chinstrap dildo catching her eye. She certainly wanted to try it out but her desire to experience that mouth again was overwhelming. Just put those down she said don't worry about a collar and cuffs come with me. The boy followed her eagerly ready to do her bidding We found this online and now can't find it to reference. We are grateful to the author
What is a Daddy Dom \ little girl relationship:
Daddy Dom/little girl does not refer to the ages, real or pretend, of the participants. Nor does it imply closet desires. We do not engage in age play specifically (beyond the occasional school girl fantasy) and our relationship is not based on any need to have sex with children. A Daddy Dom is so named because of the qualities he possesses and the service he provides. So, what are these qualities? What is a Daddy Dom? His love for his little girl goes without saying. He loves her as much for who she is as for who she will become with his guidance. She is his prized possession. His eyes light up when she walks into the room and he takes great pride in her successes. After all, he helped to create her. She holds the most tender part of his heart and has the greatest power to hurt him. This love would not be possible without respect.
A Daddy Dom needs to feel pride in his little girl. He needs to know she can hold her own in the outside world and still submit to him. He holds the greatest respect for the gift she has given him and takes great pains to increase it's value. It is extremely important to him to know she can be with any man and she chooses to be with him. He knows that this makes discipline a priority in their lives, more important than in some other D/s relationships. In order for the little girl to really trust, she must know he means what he says. If his little girl is going to be the best she can possibly be he must stand firm. He uses his experience in life and his knowledge of her to provide proper direction and punishment when the need arises. If he does not enforce discipline, this respect becomes a tenuous thing. If his submissive finds that she can manipulate him out of punishing her, she begins to lose respect and the ability to empower becomes impeded. He understands that it becomes increasingly difficult to be possessed by someone you do not respect.
A Daddy Dom provides something else that is very important to his submissive...acceptance. She is safe in his arms because he knows her, everything about her, and he still loves her. When she goes to him she knows that this man knows all of her dirty little secrets and it doesn't matter. To him she is beautiful.
Daddy Dom and sadistic Dom are by no means mutually exclusive. Many Daddy Doms embrace their sadism while understanding and feeding their submissive's masochism. This balance is necessary to many little girls because it allows all parts of her to be nourished, leading to an incredibly fulfilling relationship. I think most Dominants have a bit of the Daddy in them, taking on the role of male authority figure in the submissive's life and using their power to enrich that life. Daddy/little girl verbalizes that feeling, and adds a dimension of warmth, caring, and ritual that it's participants crave.
There is something infinitely magical about a Daddy Dom. Perhaps it is something only a little girl can understand. Why do I exist:
Why do I exist in this vast expanse? A fleeting speck in the cosmic dance, Am I a mere accident of chance, Or part of a grand, divine romance?
Do I wander aimlessly without a cause, Lost in the labyrinth of life's applause? Am I a whisper in nature's laws, Or a beacon in destiny's claws?
Do I exist to love and to dream, To unravel the mysteries that gleam? Am I a ripple in life's stream, Or a figment of an endless scheme?
Why do I exist, I often ponder, In this universe, do I wander? Am I a question without an answer, Or a journey to realms much grander?
In the silence of night, I search for clues, In the stars, in the wind, in the morning dew. Why do I exist? Is there a muse To guide me through this cosmic ruse?
Questions linger, unanswered still, In the depths of my being, an unquenchable thrill. Why do I exist? Time's hands fulfill The mystery of life, a quest until Why do female doms on this platform just tend not to respond to messages. I would appreciate it if you atleast responded with "not interested" or somthing other than radio silence. Especially if you have a bunch of requiemts in your bio about how to message you. If I go through all the hoops you set up I feel like a response no matter how small should be possible. I'm not the kind of person to open up conversations with cheesy one liners or dickpics so I'm unsure why I get this response so often. And just like that, the talks have ended and I've sent that prospective slave on her way. There were two very big (imo) factors as to why she would not have worked out.
The first being a big communication problem. When I speak, I speak directly and clearly as to what I want, think, feel or am asking. If I'm asking a question, I expect an answer to the question asked. Not what you think you feel the question is or pretains to. That tells me you aren't listening to my words, just your feelings. And that will lead a slave to failure every time.
The next problem is ideals vs reality. I see this as rampant throughout these bdsm sites. A slave will search for their ideals and not except that the reality is rarely, if ever, matches what their idea of being a slave is. The fact is, thought the slave wants to be kept in a cage and only brought out to be played with, bills need to be paid, the house needs to be cleaned, meals need to be cooked. These are, to me and other Masters, part and parcel to being a slave. The fantasy slavery is good for maybe a weekend or so. But not something feasible for the long run.
So for now, it seems I am still looking for a slave. As I continue on this journey, I think I'll continue to use this form of media as a sounding board. RigidityI have recently discovered something about my psyche. I have a very rigid mind, or at least when it comes to roles. I like dominants to be dominant, and subs to be subs. I like hierarchies, both parties knowing their place makes a relationship work, i feelBut my mentality has a few downsides too: Once roles are realised, i don't know if i can ever see someone in a different light. If a dominant wants to submit for a change, i can't handle that, If they start acting contrary to their established role, it just causes damage to my mental image of that person, and my respect for them
I also group kinks into these rigid roles. There are a variety of things that i feel are "submissive acts", and a dominant doing them makes me uncomfortable in the same way, even if they are just doing the things they want to do. These include things like:
-consuming urine
-wearing chastity
-Worshipping feet
-being penetrated
-Begging, or pleading
And to a certain lesser extent, rimming and giving oral
The list is not exhaustive
These are all things that i, as a sub, am generally comfortable and happy with, But i can't really deal with a dominant choosing or maybe even wanting to do these things, it feels wrong. Amd I get "the ick"
These have largely not been a problem, but there are a few edge cases where i talk to someone promising, and then they reveal wanting to do stuff like this, and it kills everyting.
Not all at once though, i try to explain whats wrong, they usually understand, don't talk about those desires again for a while. But unfulfilled desire always resurface, and someone who wants to be penetrated is eventually going to ask me again to do it. And again, and again.
I guess we can say that "dominants doing submissive things" is one of my hard limits. it makes me irreconcileably uncomfortable and wears down the respect i have for a person.
I dont think i can change the way i think,maybe others can't either.
i'm seeking a dominant who likes this kind of rigid hierarchy too. my life is so completely upside down, I literally can't do anything for myself. That isn't totally true I can wash the front half of my body in bed. I can't get into the bathroom with out a hoyer assist, I want to find out what it would be to change my shower to make it bigger so I could use a shower chair in it. My left leg isn't strong enough for it to stand and pivot into my wheelchair. So I can't get out of bed with out a hoyer assist. I do the major wipe ups when I soil my briefs my roommate has done it but she didn't sign up for it.
I am praying the contractor I hired comes and widens the doorway to the entry hall so I can go to my appointment. I have tried calling him and get no where so holding my hand on my ass and waiting. Right now I have very little control and that drives me nuts, as I thrive on control. Being totally out of loop for 5 months has not been easy on me or having to be dependant on others. Piercings
Piercings can be incorporated into BDSM play as a form of body modification and enhancement of sensory experiences. However, it's important to note that piercings are a personal choice, and engaging in any BDSM activities involving piercings should be based on informed consent, safety, and proper aftercare. Here are some points to consider:
1. Informed Consent: Consent is vital in any BDSM activity, including piercing play. All participants should have a clear understanding of the risks, implications, and intentions behind the piercing. Open and honest communication is crucial to ensure that everyone involved is comfortable, informed, and consents willingly to the activity.
2. Safety and Hygiene: If piercings are involved in BDSM play, it is essential to prioritize safety and hygiene. Sterilization of piercing equipment and following proper aftercare protocols are vital to minimize the risk of infection and other complications. It's advisable to consult a professional piercer who adheres to strict hygiene standards and has experience in BDSM-related piercings.
3. Sensation and Aesthetics: Piercings can provide unique sensations and aesthetic enhancements during BDSM play. They can be used as points of attachment for restraints or other bondage accessories, adding an element of control or vulnerability. Sensory play involving piercings, such as gentle tugging or stimulation, can also be explored within negotiated boundaries and consent.
4. Healing and Aftercare: It's important to consider the healing process and aftercare of piercings. Certain BDSM activities may put stress on freshly pierced areas, hindering the healing process. Adequate time should be allowed for healing before engaging in any activities that might disrupt or damage the piercing. Following proper aftercare instructions provided by a professional piercer is essential to minimize complications and promote healing.
5. Emotional and Psychological Impact: It's crucial to recognize that piercings can have emotional and psychological significance for individuals. Engaging in BDSM activities involving piercings requires understanding and respect for each participant's feelings and boundaries. Regular communication, check-ins, and aftercare are essential to ensure the well-being and emotional support of all involved.
As with any BDSM practice, piercings should always be approached with caution, consent, and a focus on safety. Educating oneself, seeking guidance from professionals, and engaging in open communication with all participants are vital to creating a consensual and enjoyable experience. Consent (a poem from one of my slaves)
Tell me what you want.
Tell me it all. Speak your truth And I promise I will listen With kindness in my heart. Your desires are yours and I am touched by your trust. You are safe to share all this with me. Ask me. My answer will be given with care. Expect nothing of me, except my honesty. Accept my honesty. I will ask the same of you.
I said no to the one who had all the right answers I said no to the one who demanded my attention I said no to the one who invaded my personal space I said no to the one who said I was gorgeous and expected me to be grateful I said no to the one I said yes to last week I said no to the one who grabbed my hand I said no to the one who was ambiguous and shifty I said no to the one who stole a kiss I said no to the one who got me drunk I said no to the one who bought me dinner I said no to the one who was incredibly good-looking and that’s all I said no to the one who told me things I already knew I said no to the one who touched my knee without asking I said no to the one who didn’t listen I said no to the one who said I was the one I said no to the one who thought I was their missing piece I said no to the one who just assumed I said no to the one who I just didn’t really like I said no to the one who got angry I said no to the one who pinched my arse I said no to the one who was lying to their lover I said no to the one who sent me a picture I didn’t ask for I said no to the one who was pompous I said no to the one who wanted me all to them self I said no to the one who didn’t want to take no for an answer
I said no to entitlement And so did you.
You didn’t move as you spoke, you just looked me in the eyes. You wanted and you hoped and I could see your truth. And I asked you, “What do you want to do?”
“I want to fuck you” you said. “I want to hurt you and enjoy the pain in your eyes” you said. “I want to degrade you and use you and make you my slave” you said.
And I gave you my answer. 40+ +5
50-59 years old +10
60+ years old +15
Big enough to push me around and overpower me. I'm 5'10" and 180 lbs. +10
Playfully cruel and sadistic. +10
Into orgasm control +5
Into tease and denial +10
Key collector +15
Strict +5
Very strict, as in seeks to make it impossible for me not to fail and therefore deserve punishment. +10
Into private humiliation, not life ruining exposure kind. +10
Likes being domestically served +10
Likes being pampered +10
Male -1000 I fantasize about being made to cum over and over, no breaks between. Breaking my brain with so many orgams...Begging for mercy, crying for it to stop, but being ignored. Finally passing out from orgasm overload. Waking up to it not having stopped even while unconscious.24 hours straight of orgasms. Only then released into chastity with toys that are too large locked in my holes, and keys put away for a month Goddess is on vacation with Her three beautiful slave, each fully devoted to My pleasure.
That My inbox is cluttered with desperate musings from thirsty cis male creatures, who can't get Me out of their heads, only makes it sweeter.
pine away, pray, humiliate yourself. Chances are, I will laugh. But you won't hear it. Chances are your desperation will amuse Me. But not enough to get a message back.
it's ok, though, that addiction. That unrequited love, cuts through your soul. It's what you like. This past week was superb! Had a few friends over for a turkey dinner I made. Brined the 15 lb turkey in a sugar and salt brine, then AIR fried it. The bird was done in 3 hours and ready to mate up with the other sides I made. I enjoy my time in the kitchen as it relaxes me. My friends continually rave about my cullenary skills. Part of the fun of entertaining during the holidays is being free about who you are, what you enjoy and being able to share it with your friends.
Yes, the ladies are collared by their owners, including my friend Veronica, who brings her lovely slave girl Jessica. Set the table for 9, myself and my four couples. Turkey, dressing, green beans, hot rolls, mashed potatoes and gravy, and of course a white wine.
I was asked when I would find a woman to wear my collar again. Said that was up to the good Lord himself, and maybe a bit of luck and reckoning. Been single again now for 3 years, and have not been actively looking too much. When / if it happens again, I am hopeful her training will not be too stressful for her.
Holidays are so much fun, even with the games we play. Sometimes the single life does suck, but I am not hurry to cross over and explore the alternative quite yet, Lord be willing! Thats all for now youall, I will try to post again after the holidays..
I prefer to take thing, it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission
Plus permission can be hard to come by.
Why now just take it and break it into what you want
Just be comfortable with yourself in skin.
Anything can be beautiful with confidence
Turn ons: good spelling and grammar, "your" instead of "ur," and a notion of what you, the prospective owner, have to offer.
More on that last point. Your profile should somehow answer the question, "How will I make the slave's life better than it is now?" This site has slaves who are considering voluntary slavery, so you must make a pitch that would make them want to choose you. So many focus on their wish list: "You must be totally devoted to serving me, and have a job, and have no limits." Often that's the entire profile, though perhaps it ends with, "Contact me to learn more." How will you get a quality slave with a pitch like that? What will life with you be like? Can you make the case that you're worthy of trust? That your words are believable? Will life with you be in some way enriching? If you are unfamiliar, look up Maslow's Pyramid in Wikipedia. Is the slave's life with you going to provide more of the pyramid than they have now? If not, why would they it give up? Update! (13 years later, my how time flies!)
Currently cruising the yacht in the Caribbean since the global pandemic started. It's best to be isolated during these kinds of events. Much is the same as it was, so the current profile is still appllicable, but looking now for a girl that has a love of the sea and the sun, swimming and diving, enjoying life on a sailboat. (and looks good in a bikini of course!) Service is currently needed aboard, TPE in nature, but not limited to kink. Running a yacht is hard work but rewarding, so if that's something that interests you, hit me up and we can discuss the details in depth. I have high expectations, but am happy to train you for any required tasks. OMG Merry Xmas Everyone, How is everyone? Xmas was nice, my family got nice things. Thanks to all who wished me a merry christmas since i was gone. My new addiction before i fall asleep each night is Ice Road Truckers and zzzz. but this year I listened to some music with my family and I made more videos TT (Tik Tok) if no one understands, yes people 1200 followers as of tonight! YAH! I also have Fetlife so if you want to connect on there! Cool. thanks for being the adorable people you are!. My 2026 resolution, find my slave and myself with my slave, and learn to play guitar! heart. A Ghosty friend: a pokemon poem
In shadows deep, where darkness lies, A spectral presence, a haunting surprise. Gengar, the ghost, with mischief in its gaze, A phantom's dance in the moonlit haze.Whispers of fear, its eerie grin, A mischievous spirit, a trickster within. From shadows it emerges, a ghostly delight, Gengar's essence, a mysterious sprite.In moonlit nights, its eyes gleam bright, A spectral waltz, a dance of the night. Haunting laughter echoes, mysterious and sly, Gengar, the ghost, beneath the starry sky.With phantom hands and shadows cast, Gengar's silhouette, a spell it has cast. A ghostly friend or a playful foe, In the realm of spirits, it loves to go.So, in the dark where shadows play, Gengar, the ghost, will find its way. A phantom's presence, a spectral delight, In the mystic realm, it takes flight. I don't think I am searching for a unicorn.
A man (or two) age appropriate, within the 10 year older range no more.
Solvent
I am independent and work extremely hard can be generous within means but this does not mean I will let you take advantage of me.
Single, actually signed the Decree Absolute, not just thinking about it.
And respect anal douching.
I am not searching for a unicorn I love being in a good place:
Loving my response to a nosey kinkster:Have had 2 monogamous unions with 2 kinky odd balls
I have had to put the odd balls back in the fish tankPersonally in a good place, received awards for my service literally, networking, working on my health and wellbeing, great hair, jogging again to loose some weight but average size so easy tone up and my bum looks great already just chiseling around average meat so all goodHey, my response is pretty chilled I must beI am sure you are knee deep in honest pussy all the bestC
I could be your mother/
I could be your dream/
I could make it look like it never happened, leave it clean/
Oh I could be your friend/
Or I could be on my back/
I could beg, I could bully/
I could brace you for impact/
Oh I could be counterfeit/
I could be real/
I could be the wound around your neck/
You tell your friends you can heal/
I could be 500 virgins/
I could be 500 whores/
I could be anything, anything, anything but yours/
I could be your mother/
I could be mad/
I could talk utter bullshit, I could be matter of fact/
Oh I could be broken/
Or I could be whole/
I could be something to fix in your New Years resolution goal/
Oh I could be an angel/
I could be a jerk/
Make a plan to save me, you can choose if you want it to work/
I could be a purity to ruin/
Corrupt for you to restore/
I could be anything, anything, anything but yours/
I could be your mother/
I could be your dad/
I could be the family that you always wished that you had/
Oh I could be a kiss/
I could be a hit/
Let me know if you ever figure out the difference/
Oh I could be a fact/
I could be a lie/
I could be the truth you search for your whole life but never find/
I could be your bravado/
I could be gone tomorrow/
I could be anything, anything, anything.../ The ritual for asking to speak
I get questions from slaves frequently. Many slaves seem to think it is a slave's entitlement to ask questions of a Master at any time in any fashion. This is a false assumption to make with Me. Below is the ritual a slave must follow if it desires to speak when in My presence. A slave that wishes to ask Me a question on line should at least observe the ritual as best it can.
The ritual for asking a question (or being allowed to speak for that matter) of Me when it is My presence is to kneel and put its lips and tongue to use on My shoes. Then while it kisses and licks, it waits for Me to acknowledge it. This may take a while as what ever I am engaged in is more important than the slave's request for recognition. Should I tire of its presence I may dismiss it with a word or a, maybe not so gentle, kick to the side of the face. The slave must wait at least 15 minutes before attempting to get My attention again. its question must have some value to what I care about, or, the slave will be punished.
If slave should intrude on My time on line to ask a question that is answered in the writings it can find herein it risks being blocked.
Regarding safewords and such... saw a journal post that caught my attention. My two cents worth: Don't rely on colors or even simple code words like "uncle" or "mercy" playing the very first or even first few times with someone new. If they don't agree with "No" means "No," at the outset, don't play with them. Don't be the sub that consents to having any choice taken away with someone new, and don't be the Dom(me) who takes that choice away. Save the word games for later in the friendship, after more trust is built up, and you have more assurance of your partner's safety and care for your welfare, or they have from you of their own. I for one have gone so far as to have actually used "Mercy" in a scene that I felt was going too far, but She didn't hear me, and I didn't repeat it. And I endured it. It was Someone I knew for almost 20 years by then. It didn't destroy what we had, and I was okay with it afterwards. But here's the thing: We had known each other that long, and we had that deep a trust while in the Dungeon. It wouldn't have been acceptable the first time we played if I had said "No" and She didn't stop. But She was always much more attentive than that. I've been fortunate that all the Tops and Dommes I've been with (only several, I assure you) have not crossed acceptable consent boundaries at all. They have known not to without having to negotiate it. Every Top should know not to, and every bottom has a right to expect that. I would call it common sense, if sense were really common. Dont be afriad to talk to me, but can we talk about life first.
Always opened to talking to
Doms
Dommes
Switches
Slaves
Subs.
i got home this morning, well right before noon, opened the front door.. There was the cat sitting, looking very happy with herself and the pup just too excited. She was running back and forth, from the door to the middle of the room, at a very fast speed. i am rather amazed she does not knock her head more often! Here is the point of it.. the cat left a present for me. i looked down, thinking it was her jingle bell play mouse... Nope!! It was a real mouse she had killed.. for me. Is that not sweet of her? The last time, she killed 6 of them and laid them all out in a line. i hope this is finally the end of them! UPDATE: Do not contact me to say you wish you were closer or younger. do you genuinely expect a response to those kind of messages? Do not ask me if I visit you area often. even if I did I would not care to see you there. Do not contact me if you are inconsistent and think I will speak to you weeks later after no contact. I will not respond. I do not dibble and dabble with anyone that is not self sufficient, well off or 100% a sub! I am not for everyone and that is perfectly Fine. Goddess Dani 🧑⚕️ You know you might be coming down with something, and I'm afraid some tests and a thorough examination might be in order. 🧐
Now I have to make sure I'm protected as well 😷, so I'll need to perform some hands on testing 🧑🔬 with tight fitting latex gloves on. Snap snap, all prepped and ready. I'm sure you won't mind. And I will have to lube them up as well to get into some spots on and in your body.
Now why do you undress for me behind the curtain, leave your bra and panties on for now, and go ahead and put this gown on.🧖♀️
Good. Ok, so sit down on the examination table. I'm going to take your temperature, open your mouth. 🤒 And give me your left arm so I can get this blood pressure cuff on you around your bicep. Pump, pump, pump, and listening to your pulse. 120 over 80. That's ok, normal. Oh, your temperature should be ready. Ah yes, 99.3. You are running a little hot. Are you a nervous?
I want to check your reflexes now. You'll feel a tap here on your knee. 🦵 And the same with your right. That's good.
So go ahead and remove your bra from under your gown. That's it. And now your panties. Oh, you're not wearing any. I see. Let me make a note of that in your chart. ✍
Well let's have you lay on your back, and get comfortable. Yes, that's it, good girl.
You're going to have trouble seeing things for a minute while I turn this bright light on. It's so I can get a really good look at you. 🧐 The exam table underneath you might be a little cold at first. You'll just have to deal with it.
Comfy, great, now let's make sure you're centered on the table. That's it, get your wrists between the arm binders at your sides and the leather wrist cuffs near your hips. Good, ok everything looks symmetrical. And let's get your legs apart between the leather ankle cuffs down here at this end of the table.
Those are for the unruly patients. Are you going to be a good girl? Tell me. I'm not going to have to use those restraints on you, or am I? 🤔 What a productive and enjoyable Sunday was! I woke up early, feeling energized and ready to tackle the day's errands. After having a light breakfast of yogurt and granola, I got started on my to-do list.
First on the agenda was laundry. I gathered up all the clothes and linens and separated them by color, ensuring that everything was properly sorted. I then loaded the washing machine, added detergent, and set the appropriate cycle. While waiting for the laundry to finish, I tidied up the living room and the kitchen, making sure everything was neat and organized.
Once the laundry was done, I hung the clothes outside to dry in the fresh air and sunshine. There's just something so wonderful about the smell of sun-dried laundry! 🌞
Next, it was time for grocery shopping. I grabbed my reusable shopping bags and headed to the local market. I picked up fresh fruits and vegetables, along with some staples like rice, lentils, and spices. I also treated myself to a beautiful bouquet of flowers to brighten up our home.
Upon returning from the market, I spent some time prepping and cooking meals for the week. Today, I made a delicious chickpea curry, a hearty vegetable stir-fry, and a scrumptious quinoa salad. I always feel so accomplished when I have nutritious meals ready to go for the upcoming week.
After finishing up in the kitchen, I decided it was time for some much-needed girly time at the salon. I booked an appointment for a manicure, pedicure, and a deep conditioning hair treatment. The salon staff were so friendly, and I had a great time chatting with them while they pampered me. I chose a lovely pastel pink for my nails, perfect for the spring season. 💅🌸
Yes, I have been on this site for a bit. I am looking for the slave that is best to meet My desires. I am looking for long term and live in, when it happens.
I do not expect instant match and move. I want any relocation to be permanent and good for both of Us.
I hope you have watched the show Big Bang Theory. Living with Me is similar to living with the Sheldon character. At least in the aspect of I get what I want from a slave living with Me. If that isn't you then we will not work well together.
I am open to one offs and play dates and such. So feel free to reach out for that also. I am worth more than the sum of this profile.
I love dogs, have a smart mouth and take delight in making someone I care for laugh.
I am not perfect
.I believe in being transparent.
Roe v Wade
This has nothing to do with babies. If it was about babies, we'd have free healthcare. If it was about babies, you wouldn't have to pay to give birth. If it was about babies, we'd have months of paid leave. If it was about human babies, we wouldn't force mothers to have to choose to keep their job, or put their baby in daycare AT 6 WEEKS. It's ILLEGAL to take nursing kittens and puppy's from their mothers before 8 weeks. Why don't I have the same rights?
This has NOTHING to do with babies. And EVERYTHING to do with suppressing a Woman's RIGHT to autonomy over her own body. Being told I don't know the role of a real sub because I don't suck dick is just fucking hilarious, only a fake dom would say crazy shit like this. There are PLENTY of nonsexual subs in the lifestyle and submission means different things to different people not just the sexual aspect. This is how I can spot a fake dom a mile away when he starts talking bs like this and clearly doesn't respect limits.
I also really love that "dom" men think I'm gullable, asking me if I'm willing to meet them somewhere in their first message and neither of us knows ZERO about each other. Yeah sorry but I'm not stupid enough to just hop in my car and meet someone I know absolutely nothing about much less what they look like. ΠΟΤΕ ΔΕΝ ΘΑ ΑΠΑΝΤΗΣΩ ΣΕ ΜΗΝΥΜΑ ΓΡΑΜΜΕΝΟ ΣΕ GREEKLISH.KATEYΘΕΙΑΝ ΒLOCK It baffles me why people are dishonest?
Finding a match who is local enough for a real relationship is tricky, we all know that. What I don't get is why men send fake pictures, it just makes no sense.
Please, if you cannot show the real you don't message me. I don't want to chat with a fraud ... life is too short to waste it getting to know someone who is using Internet pictures to hid behind.
Whilst soap box is out, it is nice to hear from people all over the world yet let's be realistic if you need to get on a plane or travel hours to visit then we won't be classing the distance as local and I seek a local man x
Again, it is sad and pathetic that I am having to make this journal entry. First, in no shape or form did it hurt My feelings. But his correspondence has actually made My day and just proves My view/point of men that contact Me.
Second, I do not have to respond to anyone that contacts Me. Just like it was your choice to go through all of the profiles until you find Mine and send a message.
So here is the secret, if it truly someone that I am interested in, I will see just how long he will go before he turns ugly, name calling, etc. Again, does NOT hurt My feelings. his behavior actually makes Me feel sorry for him and I have no room for subs that I feel sorry for.
A certain book about D/s, that was turned into a 3 part movie, has actually turned this lifestyle in a wild romper room of kinky sex. A majority of the men that contact Me "say" they are not married but as things move along, the signs start popping up. Hey guys, not My first rodeo okay? ;-)
Of course, sex is great, especially hot monkey sex. Drop Me a line if you have no idea what that is. But personally for ME, it is a state of mind. So if you are looking for a Tuesday afternoon spank/sex romp, that's not going to happen so move onto the next profile. Oh yes, if you live outside the US, I will not sponsor you so begging to be My house boy again is pathetic
So why am I posting this? Because My favorite part of this lifestyle is training newbies. But apparently, subs that have been in this lifestyle for over 15, 20, 30 years really need a refresher.
After all of these years and you are still searching to be owned, you need to look at your approach to see if you come off desperate or even as a stalker. Just putting it out there.
Well today's lesson is over
Pain and Pleasure always,
Mistress Brenda
hopefully, autocorrect hasn't made Me look like uneducated. :-)
Since childhood, I was taught to think in alternatives. So with paul (my husband) incapable of satisfying me physically and psychologically - and with many Doms abusive or fake, i turn to males. looking at profiles, some impressive physiques and tasty equipment. however - so very dissapointing - most do not offer themselves as men but as pathetic losers. how nice to encounter a masculine who - while accessible as a sex toy - maintains a male aura that appeals to the feminine desire. But i know wishing will get me nowhere.i am still craving the masculine aura, power and sensuality that only a true Dominant possesses. there is abolutely no substitute. I figured I would do a quick about me. This isn't planned and will likely be random and all over the place.First of all, vanilla - as this is the most important thing to me, If we don't connect here, than sexually doesn't matter.I'm an extravert. I find energy in groups and crowds usually(not allways) And I find people fasanating, so I would enjoy people watching sometimes even.However, I would be ok being with an introvert and limiting my actions with groups. This isn't a must and being closed off and contained isn't an issue. It's the relationship that matters and as long as that is strong, I will be happy.I tend to enjoy a little bit of everything. Travelling, hiking, board games, movies and tv, reading. trying new things and activities.My tastes range from Downton Abbey, to Yellowstone, to Battlestar to NCIS(not as much anymore) to parks and rec.I love independant and foreign films/tv as well as classics just as much as anything above.I've become a board game and puzzle nut. It's an interesting way to spend time, have fun and use strategy/think.I enjoy conversations and debating.I'm the sort of person willing to try everything at least once.Some weird/different stuff about me:I am very Ticklish. To the point that if you wish to tickle I have a very strong ask that I be tied down. I have punched people before being unrestrained and flailing about. I do not enjoy it, but I enjoy the pleasure it brings my torturer I guess.I have a fear of heights. I have learned to manage this, I usually have no issue in a plane, on a ladder or even a roof. And if I can hold onto something solid, I am fine. But every now an again(top of a mountain looking over a cliff as one example) I do have that fear crop up.I'm a nudist at heart. I'm fine with nudity and I would be nude all the time if I could. Sometimes I am.I believe I'm undiagnosed ADHD. In no way really bad, but I do have quirks. When I have a list of tasks I can and tend to jump between them mid-task randomly. I can and have been known to fidget usually, usually just my fingers. And other really minor things. Nothing that I feel needs to be managed, it's more of a "wow it's crazy you work like that" sort of response from people when they know me, and like I said, not all the time, but enough it would be noticable long term.The kinky/sex stuff:I'm Pansexual. I have been with both sexes before, maybe I will again. To me it's about the person, not their parts. I have no requirements there, I don't 'need' both sexes in my life and I can and am able to be monogomus.My Limits: No Scat, No felonies.(an aside here - a lot of people say nothing illegial. But public nudity is illegial, and I would do it leading to -), Nothing that involves others without their consent. Wearing a collar in public is just apperal, being naked involves them. Being naked where a kid can see is a felony, so context matters there.No permanent changes without my ok. As soon as I ok being tatooed or pierce once, I'm good forever.Nothing involving friends or family or work without my ok. This includes collars and such.No Degredation. I was picked on as a kid. It wasn't fun. If you want to treat me like crap - no thanks. If you don't want to treat me like a prized pet, a love, a favorite possession, or something like that, I'm not for you. This includes namecalling, and includes for punishment.Humiliation is different, I love humiliation.My main joys(in no ways all)Being controlled/a lack of control. The more real this is, the more I tend to enjoy it.Tell me not to move or else is one thing, tell me not to move and bind me so I can't even if I tried and it's mentally a different level. And no, I don't expect this 24/7 365 or even often, just explaining control is key.Pleasing/serving/bringing smiles. Are you happy? Are you satasfied? Are you smiling? This can be from an act I did - cleaning your kitchen, bringing you to a great orgasm, or just submitting to something difficult for you.Humiliation. This is an aspect of control. Being naked around others is one example. The way I look at it, if it makes me blush or shy it's humiliation.In no ways is that all but the main ones.However note, I'm focused on #2, and that is most important to me. If I cannot and am not pleasing, this wouldn't work for me(and I imagine you either). Some other sexual/relationship notes:I have the mindset that I learn what an owner wants, needs and desires and it's my job to fit inside that, that a possible owner shouldn't need to change for a sub/slave. That I need to find somewhere that I can fit, and mold myself around their desires, fantasies and interests. This includes things like chastity as well as other activities. Some like it, some don't, in the end I can give or take.I have my fantasies and things I'd like to try or do, and I will talk about them if asked or desired. I have a desire to be an open book as best as I can be.Finally and most importantly - I'm looking for a relationship. With that, I would be with a couple as long as if there is another sub, that I am equal to the sub. I do not desire to be a side piece or a toy that is brought out on occasion. Likewise, I'm not looking to be a servent or "domestic only". In most cases that isn't a relationship that is a job. I would be domestic only if it were a relationship, but it would depend on the situation. I think 99% of domestic only searches fall outside that situation.I want someone to accept me for me. If you cannot do that, I will move on. Small changes I can and will make, Big ones I would only make if there is a really good reason(addiction) or something, of which I don't think I have anything currently.I'm not talking what I wear or my haircut or if I'm shaved or not. I'm talking "you can't like this or that because I told you to" sort of stuff. Also, I would like someone who listens to me and who allows me to speak my mind.It doesn't have to be always, or often, It can be at set times, and you do not need to do whatever I speak about or say, but you do need to really listen and understand. I do not want to be a robot. So, many years ago I met someone on here, who absolutely blew my mind.
I'd never experienced control before and it was an amazing journey.
From the very beginning, the controlling of my time, as in what I did with my free time, updates of where I would be at certain times in the day so they always knew where I was.
Having to be available at specific times. Not a minute before or a minute after.
Controlling how and when I touched myself if I could have an orgasm.
Even my clothing having to replace my underwear with women's underwear. Sitting to go to the toilet. All these things which I was told was leading up to a very hard limit of feminizing.
Which was a total mind fuck. Because with each step that I was pushed and you eventually that that limit would be pushed as well and if both scared and excited me at the same time. Now I never knew as we never got to it if that would have happened, whether I would have been feminized or whether because it was a very hard limit of mine, it was simply used as a mind fuck.
Either way it's certainly did the trick.
The less freedom I had and the more control she took made me feel so submissive and so desperate to continue to please. Computer Log 2023/12/23
Well, first time has gone well. Met several men, no women in sight. Oh! Not true. I met a lovely lady that is part of a partnership who runs a bnb and sponsors play events on the coast. That is a dream! I would give a lesser favored digit to attend one of those weekends.
I am so very eager to learn both sides of Dom/Sub relationships. I'm a natural Switch with Dom leanings. I think I might make a feisty sub, unless I employed my pretty strong self-discipline.
I don't know. I'm eager, so eager. But tonight, too many messages to respond to and I've lots to do before we move.
If people would like my friendship, and possibly more, disclosure is helpful. One new friend is married, and to that disclosure, I applaud. I'm very faithful, honest, open and open-minded. I do not wish to engage in play with persons in "monogamous" relationships, without the knowledge and approval of both parties. I'll be friends with anyone, as long as my boundaries are respected.
I think you could call me an Earthy type. I'm just the girl next door who just happens to enjoy having fun in new and creative ways.
I consider myself a neurd. I'm neuro-atypical, intelligent, creative, and "disabled" because of chronic pain conditions. I'll tell you more if you want to know.
I'm versatile in life, as in sex. If I had the proper clothing, you could take me to a symphony one day and I'd fish with you the next, cleaning and fileting my own catch.
I'm looking forward to my new life in a new city. I'm working on myself in myriad ways.
Life is for growing, not stagnation. I don't want to edit my profile although I should to ensure that this remains relevant for anyone who might send me a message.Please put the phrase 'I make the angel scream, and the devil cry' in your subject line or message if you contact me, especially if you're not a switch leaning Domme sissy/trans girl/convincing CD. I am okay with exceptions if your message is well crafted, but I like people who read and understand others just like the Dominants here. If you're not someone I'm looking for, I keep an open mind — but sorry, you might have to try a bit harder just like I would if you're a Dominant not looking for a sissy slave. Fair is fair. |
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