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It seems not of people here.. And I say people are not real subs...
Same profiles written and same responses...
Let alone same reactions..
Women bored of the lives they lead.. And want something different and interesting...
In the meantime... Still enjoying the intelectual side of it..
As occasionally I find someone that actually has a brain.. And the guts to come out of the shadows and talk...
Those moments are worth the other 99% of scared or unsure women..
"Oh yeeh of little faith " true.. My search is no more...
But still one likes to browse and find very interesting profiles... Just that they don't match their actions...
Have a nice day!
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. With my husband's encouragement, I recently had a few dates with a Trump supporter. He was also a cop, which was interesting for me. He was very polite and kind and handsome, so as long as we weren't talking politics, I really enjoyed my time with him. I'm incredibly liberal and happily married to a very liberal husband, so the idea of serving a conservative was a new one for me. But cops always kind of scare me, I only really interact with them if I'm being pulled over, so talking to police officers makes me feel like I'm already guilty of something.
On our third date, I was at his place handcuffed (for the sake of not getting anyone in trouble, they were definitely my handcuffs and not his). He was using my mouth and during a break in the action, I told him it'd be a waste to come down my throat. He didn't need any more encouragement to bend me over his bed, kicking my feet apart. I asked him if this what they meant by "assume the position" and he stuffed my panties in my mouth. So I guess he didn't think that was very funny.
While inside me, he called me his little liberal slut and I groaned and pressed back against him. I wouldn't let anyone call me that in the street but in that moment it was so fucking hot. He took the hint and grabbed both my hips, telling me this is what I was good for. I must have gotten off twice to him degrading me before he finished inside me.
Later we watched Brooklyn 99 while I was still handcuffed and gagged and I rode him to completion. An unexpected but enjoyable time! I am so happy that the journals are back here !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I enjoyed this part of the site over the years more than any other part.
I thought i was dreaming when i noticed the link to the side with the word JOURNAL.
I though this must be a joke or it cant be back and boom its back.
I have been here since 2009 off and on and i used to journal everyday. It was where i kept all my thoughts.
It is an immediate way for us all to communicate and see what we are all doing.
There are many real people here .
I dont know if this will be saved immediatly but I am hoping its saved live...that was one of the best features of being here.
Chauffeur wanted for tomorrow night 25/03/2023.
You will be required to pick ME up from IG1 by 8.30pm and drop ME off at E11.
Update december 8 2022
I don't know if anyone noticed but I was gone for a while. It wasn't by choice and I wasn't too happy about it either. What happened was I was logged out of CS (I usually never log out so I don't know why this happened) and it was impossible to log back on. In addition to user id and password the site requires a capchta, and there was none. I tried everything with no success. I wasn't sure if the problem was at my end or if Collarspace was broken. I could read but not write or in any other way take active part and I could not access my mails. After trying other browsers and other devices with the same result I figured it was Collarspace and I decided to contact support. Turned out one has to be logged in to do so, so no help to be found there. All I could do was wait and hope for someone to notice and do something about it. Meanwhile I lost some people hanging in the middle of our conversations without a clue to why I didn't reply.
So here goes: I didn't ghost you! I was locked out!
Happy Hollidays! (In case I don't update this until next year.) It has been a while, and a lot has happened.
I moved to NY. Now stuck here due to a contract I signed with my job. Oh how I miss home. Soon to be alone again. Not because of a relationship, but because of other reasons, ask me Ill share no problem. I now often wonder what kind of spiral that is going to send me into.
Such is life I guess. Work, Karma, work, fur kids, work.... Such is life right now. Is there a respite out there somewhere? A slave define destiny ;
A slave surrenders all its human rights and civil liberties and indeed it has no real need of them. The slave is after all just a mere nonentity that is the owned property of its lawful owner. A slave is not its owners spouse, lover, friend, associate, colleague; it is its owners owned property...period. The slave cannot say what it pleases, do what it pleases or go where it pleases. It can only do what it is told and go where it is told. Being a slave is by no means an easy option in life. A slave must have plentiful labor to keep it busy during the day so it’s never really idle. Some owners require it to endure painful suffering in order to alleviate their own stressful anxieties and/or to enhance their three dimensional cathartic euphoria and improve and maintain their general well being. Even when safety is ensured it is no easy task for the slave to endure. it has been the custom and tradition for a slave to be kept completely in various types of restraint to restrict but not prevent movement. Such restraints have varied but included shackles, locked or soldered collars, locked chastity restraints. These have served a purpose of demonstrating to the slave and to others that it is property that owns and has access to nothing of its own and that it is completely owned and under the absolute power of its designated owner. It also additionally served to reinforce the slavery through humiliation, degradation and subjugation. When it comes to clothing there is little room for compromise. Clothing for a slave is a privilege and slaves clothing is chosen for them, they embrace the Masters desires plain and simple . Failure to adopt this simple rule will give the slave ideas above his station. A slave belongs to its owner and is on the periphery of its owner’s life, not at the center of the owner’s life. It places a servile and support function role only. Its conduct in slavery must be impeccable and it must never ever let its owner down. A slave is never allowed to look at its owner's face. A slave should never ever have access to the same luxuries that a freeborn person has. It should be housed in a small locked room or a cage when it is resting or sleeping or otherwise not required. Adequate heating and ventilation provided along with food and drink and mobile toilet facilities during its confinement stay. Once owned the slave should not have any further contact with family or friends nor should it watch television, listen to the radio, read newspapers, periodicals, books, use the computer, or telephone and write to anyone. It also has no right of complaint about its treatment as a slave or any right of appeal to a third party. It is property that is owned and so it must remain. Once negotiations have ceased and agreement reached about the parameters of the said slavery, the slave itself must offer itself unconditionally and not place any hindrance in the way of its owner’s legitimate right to use her owned property as she herself chooses within the agreed parameters.
It is a rule for me that I do not mix politics and kink and I've only broken that rule twice. The first time was when my daughter and grandchildren were caught in a shooting incident. Fortunately everyone survived because it wasn't the typical American indiscriminate shooting spree. Today marks the second time. Make no mistake, the U.S. has now descended fully into fascism and history, specifically Germany 1930 to 1945, already showed us how this will end. I have been single a long time. I have many interests and desires. I am also complicated. I desire contol to stay safe, to be heard and respected. Although would love to be able to trust and know that I am safe as well as feel I matter and I am important. I crave to have a comittment and to be desired. I am wish to be able to lactate and feed my future partner or partners. I desire a deep bond. I am sexually more submissive but also like it my way. Finding the right balance has been hard to find. My size 16 shoes are worn out and quite filthy.
I am retiring the shoes shown in My profile picture. The size 16 shoes are worn out and quite filthy. I figure them to be 'tongue ready.' At least ready for some slave that desires such.
I was just going to dump them in the garbage. After the first natural impulse to discard the foot wear, I thought maybe some freak would want them. I have never done anything like this with past worn out shoes. So, this is the first time. Here goes; I will give them away under the following circumstances.
The most interesting requester will receive the shoes.
It will cost Me nothing to make the 'gift.'
I will leave the offer open for 30 days from May 24, 2023.
Applicants for the shoes must send me a message telling Me why they want them.
Applicants must tell Me how they might use them.
Applicants must offer to cover any expense and make the transaction no bother to Me.
Since this is My first time with this, the above conditions are subject to change as I may see fit.
One of the options for the shoes is to let the rare online connection with a slave prospect have them to use while practicing the 'permission to speak' ritual. So, I may decide to use them in that fashion rather than give them to some freak. So, no applicant freak may get the shoes. Unfair? it might think. There is nothing fair about being a slave or freak for that matter.
I am interested to see what happens.
Master James
ps I am starting to look for walking shoes and boots. The only problem is I wear size 16 and styles I like are almost aways out of the size.
pet store (1/3)
you lead me into the pet store quietly, just smiling to yourself when i shiver from the cool air on my already wet pussy. you hold my hand as we walk through the store, but move to stand behind me when we get to the collars and leashes. you place your hands possessively on my hips and pull me back against you, enjoying the view down my top as my breathing speeds up. "it's time, baby," you whisper into my ear. "what kind of collar do you want?"
i hadn't thought about helping you choose my collar. i had half expected to wake up one morning to find it around my throat, if i was being honest, and i was overwhelmed by the choices.
i shake my head, and you feel the moment my trembling shifts from arousal to panic. you pull me closer and kiss the side of my throat. "you're not choosing," you remind me. "you're helping me, but this is not up to you." your voice is sterner now and i sink into it, letting you steady me. "clear?"
"yes sir."
you kiss me on the throat again, in a spot i know will soon be covered up by your collar, and i moan softly.
"good girl," you murmur before letting me go.
i watch you walk up the aisle before moving to the collection of leather collars. i lose track of you while i look through the rows of collars, touching the cool leather, feeling how supple or stiff they are, shaking them to see how much noise they make and how heavy they are.
i turn back to you as you walk back down the aisle toward me. you pick up one of the training collars, a metal one with spikes on the inside, and hold it up, jangling it to make sure you have my attention. my breathing speeds up again and you laugh a little when i squeeze my thighs together and reach out to the wall of collars to steady myself, but you put it back on its shelf. "maybe next time," you tell me, and finish walking back to me.
you reach out to touch the collar i was looking at with one hand, and the other slips under my skirt, trailing up and down the slickness coating my inner thighs. you trace those wet fingers over my lips and i greedily suck them into my mouth, moaning a little at the taste of us. you start to pull your hand away but i hold onto it, making sure i haven't missed anything and rocking my hips in time to my sucking.
you laugh at my whine when you finally remove your fingers from my mouth. "such a desperate little thing you are, babe." you move to stand behind me, trapping me between your body and the wall of collars. "this one?" i don't know how your voice is completely steady, considering you have one hand under my skirt again and i can feel you getting hard.
when you first brush against my pussy lips, i look around, making sure we're alone. "eyes ahead," you tell me, your fingers stroking up and down my wet cunt. "tell me why this one."
"it's pretty. i like--" i stop, ging when your fingers find my clit. a light pinch from you brings me back. "i like that it looks delicate, light pink with little gold hearts." i'm trying to grind against your fingers now, but you keep them far enough away that i can't get any relief.
"and?"
i can't help the whine that escapes me when you slip two fingers inside me. i rock against your fingers as i continue. "i like the matching bracelet. i can wear that whenever i can't wear the actual collar. so i'm always collared. always yours." i barely squeeze it out before you're pulling your hand out from under my skirt and i whine louder.
you step back and watch me as you bring your fingers to your mouth. i'm still braced against the wall, eyes closed, hips rocking against nothing. there's a trail of pussy juice dripping down my legs and i can't hold back all the little moans and whimpers. "look at you, my pathetic, wanton slut. we haven't even looked at leashes yet."
Llego se puso de rodillas frente a mi y me dijo: Señor vengo a limpiarlo, se que acaba de usar a una de sus perras...
Es verdad en la mañana me había cogido a una vainilla que lo mama muy bien.
bajo mi bragueta, comenzó a limpiar mi falo con la lengua, lo recorrió completo. Al terminar me pide permiso para chuparlo, se lo concedo.
mamo con tal entusiasmo y habilidad que exploto en su boca rápido, los traga con gusto.
ve por tu vibrador te voy a dar un regalo, la pongo en 4 frente a mi, le pongo su juguete, un instante después me pide permiso para tener un orgasmo en ese momento retiro el estimulo, le pongo su cinturón de castidad y la mando a hacer sus tareas. Una sumisa excitada es más obediente.
she got on his knees in front of me and said: "Sir, I came to clean you, I know you just used one of your bitches"....
It's true that in the morning I had fucked a vanilla who sucked me very well.
She went down my fly, began to clean my phallus with his tongue, she went all over it. When she finished she asked me for permission to suck it, I gave it to her.
She blows me with such enthusiasm and skill that I explode in her mouth quickly, she swallows them with pleasure.
I put her on 4 in front of me, I put her toy on, a moment later she asks me for permission to have an orgasm at that moment I remove the stimulus, put her chastity belt on and send her to do her homework. An aroused submissive is more obedient
Master's WritingsDo We Force or Do We Cultivate Submission?As Dominants, do we take or do we nurture? Do we force or do we cultivate? Do we allow for discovery and awareness or do we force a submissive to become the vision of submission we held in our minds before even meeting them?Nearly every Dominant I have ever talked to has a fantasy or a story about "taking" a submissive. We hold an ideal in our mind of what a submissive should be like, act like and perhaps even sound like. But do we truly, as Dominants, cultivate a submissive to find their own unique, natural path to their truest self?I believe in guiding a submissive, there is an easy road and a hard road. And like all things the harder road will always produce the richest results. The easy way is to take, force, and command them to fit into a predefined mold. For a skilled Dominant, grooming a submissive this way may be swift, but shallow, suitable for play, but not for a lasting dynamic.The only submission I find worthy of my time and energies, is one that is freely given, honest and genuine, where the submissive understands why they have chosen to submit. I find there are several critical aspaspaspects that are always part of this "harder" and, what I believe to be, a more fulfilling road. Though it might sound manipulative, it is not when done openly and honestly with the purest of intentions toward your submissive.Understanding: One cannot dominate another without knowing the person. One must understand the individual, both the vanilla and the kink. You should spend time to get to know how they think, what they believe, and the motivations behind them all. Share freely of yourself as well to create mutual understanding and build trust. Seek to discover the things that have shaped their life, brought them to the lifestyle - fears, joys, struggles, and fantasies. Each truth either of you share, unlocks a clue about how best to bring them out of their shell and open them up.Engage the mind before the body: The lifestyle and all its kink, when done right, will always be vastly more mental than physical. So many of the things we do here require deep trust, openness, and communication. I know you have heard this all before, but have you thought about what cultivates such trust? It is the mental closeness that comes from sharing, talking, connecting, explaining, and engaging in ways that are respectful of the thinking being standing in front of you, and generous in the giving of yourself. It is the understanding of how a mind works that reveals their blocks, their turn-ons, their fears, and the past damage that continue to color their present self, for good and for bad. As Dominant, be inquisitive of what takes place between their ears, not just between their legs and always engage the mind before you touch the body.Cultivate their awareness of self: In order for any of us to participate fully in the lifestyle, one must have an awareness of who we are, what we want, and why we want it. Few have taken the time to fully explore this in a meaningful way. If you have not, I encourage you to do this for yourself. Ask at least 3 why's after ever truth you think you have uncovered. Dig, explore and be curious. Don't be satisfied with superficial awareness but strive for the hidden understanding behind each “why”. Then when you have a better understanding of yourself, help your submissive explore in this same way. No judgment, no shame, no allowance for them to become self conscious or hide from a hard truth (of course in a supportive and respectful way that allows us all to share in our own time - some truths are really hard to share). Remain open, honest and welcoming. Create a safe place for them to share all with you. Don't lead or channel them to a specific place but allow the discovery to be organic. There is beauty in watching a flower unfold on its own. Question, reflect, explore and require total honesty as you go deeper. Only in this way can you guide them to an awareness of their most authentic self.Build confidence: Few dominants speak of the power of a submissive. I find that there is enormous power in the confidence and submission of an submissive. To know your most authentic and natural self is one of the highest forms of enlightenment I can think of. As a Dominant, I see it as our job to build that confidence, not break them down.It has been my experience that as you begin working on this fourth aspect, all of the work you have done comes together to provide you a depth of overall understanding of your submissive and quite frankly, they will, and should, understand you as well. I have always seen the yin and yang of D/s and M/s relationships being a growing together rather than a forcing to comply or taking of a submissive. There is no sweeter fruit than the fruit that is given freely and for an s to give themself freely, without reservation to a Dominant who truly "knows them" is priceless beyond compare. Once you have tasted such fruit, I doubt you will ever settle for less.A word of caution: This is powerful guidance, and not to be engaged in lightly. We do not use this for manipulation or deceit. We engage openly and honestly in order to seek the same in our partners. If you, yourself, are not yet ready to be fully open with your partner, please do not attempt this, you will only cause pain and emotional harm when you cannot reciprocate the openness that you have worked to create.For those on both sides of the slash, I wish you understanding and beauty and hope this helps in some small way in your life. I feel like the majority of people on this site are clinging to an unachievable fantasy.
There. I said it.
Don't get me wrong... Kink, total power exchange, all of that stuff is GREAT, and I wouldn't be here if I didn't want that in my relationship. But so many people here seem to blow those things up into EXTREMES.
We are all here ultimately seeking some form of relationship. Even if you want your relationship to entirely revolve around sex and kink and that is all you care about, it's still a relationship. Especially if you're seeking to be a live-in slave, how do you expect to fill the void when you're NOT in the middle of sex stuff?
The emotional connection is SO IMPORTANT. Yes, it's important to me that my boy be cute and his looks match what I want, but I would get bored of him SO quickly if he had the personality of a potato. I know some of you want to be totally o b j e c t ified and locked away when you're not in use, which DOES sound hot and appealing, but I also feel that would get SO boring, lonely, and miserable after like... a week, if not a day. The kink and power exchange should definitely be present, but to me there is no satisfaction in owning someone without a soul. We are social creatures, and you should be giving more than just your body to me. The TOTAL o b j e c t ification stuff can be a fun activity we do sometimes and turn on and off as I please, but I just don't see the reality in centering a whole lifestyle around it. (Though the total power exchange element WOULD always be present. You are still my human after all!)
If you plan to approach me, PLEASE be ready to talk about more than just sexual stuff. Be your authentic self, let your personality shine through, give me a sense of who you are and what you're all about! I promise it will make me want to own you all the more. My favorite people are the ones with lots of personality. Tonight
Getting ready to go out for an event.
I hope you all have an amazing night! Lately I feel empty, unwanted. I feel like the world is falling apart and I'm having a really hard time keeping it together. I'm not sure what is going on with me or why I can't pull myself out. I've always been able to pull myself out of depression but idk this anxiety I'm feeling is constant. I don't ever feel calm; I'm always worried I'm making someone mad or upse. I'm terrified to lose people so I'm quiet and try to keep it all to myself. I want to be mad right now but I think those around me will just think of me as a burden. gah I need to fix whatever is wrong with me.
I quit my job two weeks ago because of how I've been feeling although that job abso was breaking me and I'm glad I'm done there. Anyways I just need to complain for a bit... I'll pick myself up. I always do. I'm just so tired of whatever this stupid feeling is. Profile supplement: It sure can be diffiicult to sum up one's self succinctly! I don't wish to sound like a pushover. Yup, I'm a nice guy. Kind, thoughtful. Opens doors for women. This does not mean however, that I don't have rules, expectations, and urges to be pretty damn rough with someone within our own realm. It just means that it's all about consent. You need to respect me to the point that you want nothing more than to give me total control over you. That kind of power is delighful, romantic, intoxicating, and fun. And yes, it can be rough too. I picture myself as smart, talented, and deserving. Sometimes authoritative. I would not however define myself as 'alpha' and don't think that's a necessary attribute (or even a respectable one) to have in order to be a Dom, or a good leader in general. As the adage goes... there's a big difference between being 'a boss' and being a leader. My profile is my kink. My ideal relationship is just this kink. Only breast use and treating my breasts as your personal cum rags.
I'm really not into oral or penetrating sex.
Searching for that one in a million guy who just wants to abuse and cum on my tits in the context of a long term relationship.
It would be cool if he was local too. As I recently moved back to Northern Virginia and don't wish to another big move for a few years
This is a short story i wrote a couple of years ago
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Is your life really that empty? Maybe the best words I have ever spoken Is your life really that empty? That may be the best opening line since ‘.......I was born in 1518 in the village of Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel. And I am immortal'. In truth maybe not, but these words got me here, pressing keys on my pc’s keyboard about to tell my story. A good opening line, true, although not a good place to start my tale, so, where to begin? Who I am, where I was when I first saw her or the reason I spoke those words? Maybe to ground this thing would be best, I am male, a Dom, a sadist, not rich, not powerful, slightly artistic, getting to be older than I want to be living in a small suburb of a small city in the English Midlands. It was a Tuesday, early afternoon and I was on a coach going to Nottingham to check out an art gallery to see if they would exhibit, or sell, some pieces of my work. Don’t get all excited thinking I am a master painter or sculptor selling pieces for hundreds of thousands of pounds (yes pounds and not dollars) I sell my work for between £100 – 200 if I am lucky enough to find a buyer.Anyway, I first saw the girl, woman, standing on the platform along with others, waiting for our coach to arrive and noticed her because she fell into that style of female I like, slim, simple hair style, makeup tending towards the Goth, in jeans, ankle boots and a soft leather jacket and no handbag – simple pleases me. I am a good and sadistic Dom but I am no good at talking to females I do not know in vanilla situations so I took in her images, filed it under, ‘what a shame’ and then as the coach arrived I entered and walked to the back and sat down only to find she followed and sat in the seat in front of me on the other side of the isle. As we pulled out of the station I saw her take out a book, find her place, about a third of the way through, and begin to read. To say my mental image of her was shattered would be far too extreme but I was so disappointed in her. If she was vanilla it was such a pointless thing to read and if into my ‘lifestyle’ a really sad thing to read and I didn’t know which was worse. I tried to ignore her, and the book, as the minutes ticked by. I watched houses and trees and cars pass by before we reached the dual carriageway, connecting the two cities, and the coach built up speed. I noticed all other passengers were seated nearer the front leaving at least seven rows of empty seats between us and them and I decided this was the universe telling me to do something – the universe seldom tells me to do things in case you were wondering. I moved across the back seat until I was slightly to her left but still behind her and said in a normal speaking voice, not too loud, not too quiet, “Is your life really that empty?"I accept this could be a very insulting thing to say to anyone especially a stranger on a bus but the words formed and so were spoken. She lifted her head from the book but did not turn around, I could see her face from where I sat and her mouth turned down slightly, not in a frown but in a puzzled thoughtful way and lowering the book to her knees she said, “Why do you say that?" "I am a Dom and a sadist”, I said although not sure why I was so truthful, “I don’t usually tell people as most do not understand.” I paused waiting to see what she would do or say. "I see.” Was all she said, which didn’t give me any sort of clue or guide to what I should do or say next.
"The book does not relate to the real world of BDSM, most of us are so normal we are as boring as vanilla folk.” I saw a smile come to her face at this so continued, “It is only when we play that many of us diverge from the norm, but I suppose the same could be said of golfers or those that go tenpin bowling every week.” She laughed at this; thank god.
"How do you dominate people then, do you do it with men or woman or both?” She did not turn around as she spoke.
"Before I answer that, have you tried anything in a fetish way; are you sub or Domme or both?"
"You would certainly call me vanilla I think. Everyone is reading the book so I thought I would too.” She paused for a heartbeat and then said, “I am not sure if I would like to submit to a man, I think I might giggle too much if I had to call someone Sir or Master."
"There is much rubbish talked about BDSM, you do not need to call him Sir if that is not what you want, I have little interest in a female calling me Sir unless it comes naturally to her at a time that seems correct to use it.
"BDSM is like real life, it is not a video game, it merely has a few given rules that vary as much as any vanilla couple’s rules vary, that and blindfolds and restraints obviously"
"Something else I would not like until I trusted him enough.” She said and added “How to you write a contract?"
"I am a sadist, I like a little fear in my play, if you trusted me, or knew me too well, could you really be scared of me? I thought this was a statement too far and wondered if I was trying to sabotage this conversation. “There is even more bullshit talked about contracts.
No contract is needed by 999 out of a 1000 couples. “I say ‘do you want to play’? You answer ‘I am new to this’, I say, ‘understood’. What more needs saying?"
I watched her face, and saw a small frown crease her brow, “Remember, you have the power to stop whatever is happening by simply saying a single word, it is easier to stop what is happening in a BDSM encounter than, say, trying to get rid of some half drunk moron in a nightclub who is likely not to take no for an answer. If I do something you do not like, it ends and the play stops, it is in the skill of the Dominant one to not make you say that word."
"I don’t understand,” she said, ”if you are dominant how could I stop you doing what you want especially if I am blindfolded or tied up?"
"Blindfolded, AND tied up” I said with a smile, “I said before, BDSM is real life, if you say the stop word and the dominant one continues that is assault, or as close to it as make no difference, BDSM does not give anyone the right to, umm, go too far."
The coach stopped and two elderly couples boarded and I watch with not a little ‘fear’ as they decided where to sit, the universe was still on my side and they sat side by side 5 rows in front of the girl.
We were well passed half way to the city and I didn’t know where the girl was going, the University of Nottingham Campus would be reached in 5 minutes or so and she could easily be a student there. So as the coach moved on I said.
"It is much easier to show you, show someone I mean, what happens in BDSM play than to describe it, just like if you were going on a first date in the vanilla world you go on it and see how things progress”.
She sat for a second and then put the book back in her pocket, “Thanks for the chat but I have to get off in a couple minutes."
"Ok, I don’t usually talk like this on buses with cute females I don’t know so thank you for not running away screaming.” I reached into my pocket and took out my business card, “I am a body piercer so I have a card, if you are bored give me a ring and maybe I can answer some more questions or, if your curiosity gets stronger, I can show you my Domly skills.” I reached forward and placed the card on her left thigh, gently pressing the card down, before taking my hand away.
She looked at it before picking it up and putting it in her pocket, so I said “I have a normal house on a normal street, although I do have a play room of sorts with some interesting things to play on and with, so if you visit you do not have to walk though a dark wood to a haunted castle."
she took this the way I hoped and laughing said, “That’s a relief, but this is my stop so bye"
"Have fun.” I said as she stood and I was very impressed, not sure why though, that as she got up and walked down the coach she didn’t look back to see who I was.
The coach stopped she got off and I thought I would not see her again and wondered if I should get off too but my commonsense won out and I sat still as we moved off. “One day I will remember to ask a females name” I said to the back of the seat in front of me and again thought ‘what a shame.'
"Good morrow.” Yes, I oft times answer the phone this way. It is Thursday at 7pm and I have been relaxing watching a video on tv.
"Hello.” A female voice replies. A silence follows which I do not interrupt wondering if this is another recorded message asking if I want to make a personal injury claim or some other tedious drivel. “I thought reality might be better than fiction."
"Ah.” I am a sadist of few words but sometimes one has to be a little helpful, “That is easy to do, come to my home, knock on the door and then enter, all other decisions will be made for you from that point. If you wish things to stop simple say ‘Lucifer’ and I will stop whatever I am doing.
"You do like us to be scared don’t you, I thought we would be discussing what and how, not simply being told to visit."
"When you visit it will be a time of physical interactions, this will not be a time for you to serve me as a slave or for silly things like sitting at my feet waiting for permission to get up or speak."
"Ok, I just come and that’s it, you don’t want to know more about me."
"You are cute, you want to know more about submission and you called me. That is all I need, I told you before it is for me to play without making you want, or need, to stop me; so all will be found out when you are here."
"When can I come and should I wear something specific?"
"What an entertaining fem you are, if free tonight come at 9 pm or come tomorrow at the same hour. As for clothes, if you wish to please then, as I am a male; heels, hold ups or stockings or bare legs, a thong, g-spring or nothing. Short skirt, not denim (hate denim), shirt with buttons and a skimpy bra or no bra, a coat may be wise as it is somewhat cold out."
"You sound like you have said that before, I will see what I can do and tonight would be best in case I chicken out tomorrow."
I gave her my address and added, “For your safety, and to make you feel a little more relaxed, tell your best friend you are visiting me, say about piercing if that is easier, and tell them you will call when you arrive here too. You will be safe here but it is a wise thing to be careful."
"I will see you tonight then, what should I call you."
"I will be waiting, and for tonight you can call me Demon.” I clicked the end call icon on my mobile and laughed out loud, maybe not such a waste after all.
I never plan what I am going to do with a sub, that way leads to disappointment more times than not, so I sat and watched my video till a suitable time came for me to stop it. I have a small pack of dogs so I sent all of them to their beds and went upstairs to change.
I checked to see that my playroom was ready and laid out my toys on a rack then, with 30minutes to go, had a quick shower and dressed in my Domly garb.
I decided to start the evening off on a high pressure moment, to see how she reacted, so dressed in leather trousers, knee length New Rock boots, vest and full length leather coat, all in black, obviously. To complete the attire I had recently made some leather gloves and a full hood, both with spikes and piercings, and these I put on before going downstairs.
I have a hallway leading from my front door to my kitchen with a turn to the right half way down leading to my staircase. At five to nine I turned out the light in the hall, darkness fell, I turned on the kitchen light, closing the door so only a thin sliver of light could be seen, and bought to life my cd player to beginning playing Metallica’s Black album.
I stood silently at the foot of my stairs, a still, dark shadow in the darkness, calmly wondering if she would come or not.
What a good girl she was, just after the 2nd track, ‘Sad But True’, began there as a double tap on the door. I clenched my fists as a smile, which could not be stopped, came to my lips when the door opened and closed. I have a tiled floor and her heels, clicked nicely five times before she appeared looking ahead towards the light in front of her.
I stepped quickly forward making a short, high pitched hiss to encourage her to turn a little towards me. Her head turned and, I am sure, she caught a glimpse of a moving darkness just before my right hand clamped over her mouth and my left arm swung over her shoulder allowing my left hand to grip her right arm, pinning her closely to my body.
"You came.” I whispered in her ear.
Her body was shaking violently and I could feel her breath coming in short, sharp, warm pants against my fingers, “Good girl, now control your breathing and relax a little, I have you safe and sound.” As I said this I used my right hand to brush her hair back over her ear and gently kissed it and, moving my head a little, I bit the lobe with just a little pressure from my teeth.
Even in her present shaken state, or maybe because of it, she let out a deep, long sigh and I felt her weight lean into me as she slumped slightly in my arms. Another gentle kiss on her ear followed by words spoken so softly they were more felt than heard, “Clever girl, pleasure and pain, fear and ecstasy and yours to enjoy or stop with a single word.” It is wise to remind a novice of their safeword I find in case, in the excitement of the new, they forget.
My right hand moved slowly inside her coat, which was of a dark material and almost as long as mine. My fingers slipped between the buttons of her shirt to rest lightly on a shear and half cup bra. Her flesh was very warm as I pushed my index finger under the top of the material and rolled her nipple under it then, drawing back my nail, I scraped over the small budding flesh. Another sweet sigh came to my ears.
I thought one more experience, before going up stairs, so my hand left her breast and moved slowly up to her throat and then, with a strong push, I sent her to thud against the wall and tightened my grip.
In the darkness I saw her eyes open wide as she saw my hooded face for the first time, “Sensations,” I said, “it can be all about sensations.”
“Upstairs, time to show you what the book could not.”
I released her and let her lead the way upstairs and into my playroom, the light was on dimmer so added a little dungeony atmosphere. I touched her shoulder to stop her then walked further into the room and sat on a chair facing her.
“Take off your coat.” I said.
I suppose it might be entertaining, and pleasing, to give a short deion of the girl at this point.
As I mentioned she fell perfectly into what I consider appealing, 5ft 7inchs tall, give or take an inch, a size 8 (I know such things as I sell corsets too) with breasts that fit nicely into my hand. Her hair, this evening, was shoulder length, straight and black with, something like burgundy hints. Her face was perfect, as only teenager’s skin can be, without wrinkles or lines and wearing black eyeliner and dark red lipstick.
As she took off her coat, which was a deep purple, I saw she was wearing a red shirt with full sleeves, a soft cotton skirt of a darker red that came to mid thigh, black fishnets and black, ankle boots, maybe, the same as on the first occasion I saw her.
“Hold-up’s or stockings? I asked, “show, don’t tell”
“You really don’t like small talk.” She said and lifted the hem of her skirt to show the lacy elasticated top of hold-ups.
“In case you do not know what these things are,” I waved my left hand to indicate my play furniture, “That is a St. Andrew’s Cross, a simple why to hold you safely, and securely, when being flogged; many like it this way, Dom and sub.
That is a spanking bench, you can lean against it or kneel on the lower cushion, also a nice height to fuck on. I have a pony, which is easier to show you it use than explain; maybe if you visit again I will let you ride it. And on the wall behind you there are many securing points if the cross is not wanted.”
“Come and kneel between my legs.” I said unzipping my coat and opening my knees.
She did not move and looked a little uneasy, “Be a good girl and come here so I can put some cuffs on your wrists. Now she came forward and knelt down, sitting on her heels and placed her right hand on my thigh.
“A little show of defiance?” I asked and not waiting for an answer I put on a leather restraint. “These were the first things I ever made when I came to the Life.” She watched me intently with a small smile as I fastened the strap then, when it was done, she gave me her left hand for the other restraint.
“Close your eyes.” I said and once they were shut I said, “Open your legs and put your hands behind your back.” Her skirt rose up and I could see pale skin above the fishnets as she obeyed. I reached down and gently pulled my nails along her inner thigh and then sat back to look at her.
“In a few moments I will use some of my toys on you, I will begin with a soft toy and use it gently but then I will change it and use another type of toy and change again and each change will mean more sensation until it brings pain and maybe ecstasy”
I picked up a blindfold and told her to open her eyes and come closer. Once it covered her pretty blue eyes I told her to give me her hand and to stand up.
“Take off your skirt and give it to me.” She pulled down the zip at her hip and climbed out of the skirt. She wore a thin red g-string which was mostly lace and very seethough.
“Give me your right hand.” She did and I placed it on my left shoulder, “Now give me your right foot so I can add an ankle cuff. “Now your left.” Once the other restraint was on I ran my hand along the underside of her leg, over her hold-ups, across skin and gently touched the g-string with my finger tips. I lifted her foot off my knee and, standing up, led her back to my flogging wall.
“As this is your first time I will let you keep your arms down by your side, I will still tie them as don’t want you covering yourself, but it is a little more comfortable this way. First though I need to do this.” I unbuttoned her shirt and took it off her compliant body. Her bra matched her g-string, cut low letting half a nipple show above both cups. I lifted out her left breast and sucked hard on her nipple pinching it between thumb and forefinger as I let it fall from my mouth, forcing a gasp of pain, or pleasure, from her lips.
I tied red rope to her left wrist restraint securing her hand about 6 inched from her side then did the same with her right wrist, then, before continuing and because she could no longer see me, I removed my hood and coat. I knelt in front of her and kissed her navel before tying a rope to her left ankle restraint and then her right, forcing her legs almost three feet apart
I sat back on my boot heels and looked at her, chest rising and falling quickly as she breathed in short, shallow breaths, one nipple, very pink, hard rested over the top of red material and moving down to more red material, wet and slick as her body, and mind, responded to stimuli physical and mental.
“This is a suede flogger.” I said beginning to gentle swing it in a figure of eight so that its movement caused a breeze that caressed her skin; goosebumps appeared over her arms.
I took half a step closer and the 18 tails brushed against flesh creating delicate slapping sounds. Downwards over left breast then right breast, from shoulder to nipple then, with a slight change of action, from hip to navel, left then right with not too much force, letting the suede tails move across skin once or twice a second.
I took another half step increasing the speed of my swing and the impact now made a very nice sharp sound. An added bonus, for me anyway, was that her hidden nipple had been forced out by the flogging action and the tails hit each pink morsel on each pass of the flogger.
Her skin was turning pink so I stopped and, discarding my flogger, ran my hands over her gently, creating marks with my nails and feeling the warmth I had created.
I have a very sharp dagger, broad of blade and 12 inches long in my playroom, I unsheathed it and laid the cold blade on her left breast, a nice intake of breath was my reward. I moved the edge across her breasts and under the right strap of her bra. A quick upwards pull and the strap split in two, a reverse journey, with a little more pressure this time, ended in another strap cut through. I reached behind her to unclipped the strap and her head came forward to rest against my neck and I felt a gentle kiss alight there. The clip opened (yes I can do this one handed) and felt the bra fall to the floor.
“More.” Was the single word she breathed against my neck. “Obviously, little one.” My reply.
3 fingers of my right hand moved up quickly to slap the red material of her g-string, ‘very wet indeed’ I thought as I stepped back and reached for my red and black 36tail flogger.
Now, as the multi tails hit, her muscles twitched and small panted sighs came from her lips. Heavy, thudding hits moved a breast with each contact and made a wonderful sound as they hit her flat stomach, only a couple minutes of this and her skin was red and she was dancing on her toes with each hit
I stopped and dropped the flogger into my play bag and stood still simply looking at her, I had a strong, and strange, urge to untie her and carry her to my bedroom and gently make love to her for she looked so innocent and young tied against my wall. I had an overwhelming desire to ‘comfort, no wrong word, worship her was much closer to the mark.
Her head tilted to the left, as though listening for me, and then said, “Demon: Sir? Is everything alright?”
A slow smile returned to my lips and, stepping forward, slapped down hard on her left breast stinging the fingers of my hand. She cried out in pain and, no doubt, shock and her blind eyes looked down to her hurting flesh as her hand tried to reach up to ease the sensation
"All is just as it should be.” I said, “One more toy and then you can turn around for a time.”
I have two toys I call ‘little and big sister’, little sis is a whip flogger with a jointed tail section joining 8 shortish leather tails to the main body of the whip, very flicky and stingy; perfect for nipples and caressing g-strings with touches of fire.
Following the heavy beat from the music, heard and felt from downstairs, I flicked the tails at her legs, aiming just above her knees and, with a strong wrist action, moved the tails slowly upwards, hitting one leg then the other. I was tempted to aim at that small piece of red material but did not want to risk her stopping the play. I, therefore, moved outwards as I got higher and then continued moving towards her navel and up over her breasts. I was rewarded with many twitches, sighs and seeing her hands clenching and unclenching.
I pushed this play as much as I dared, as I love the way this toy touches nipples with fiery kisses, so I watching her face and body intently, looking for the moment when her strength, courage, tolerance or, god forbid, boredom got the better of her.
She was shaking her head from side to side, facing the heavens her mouth open sucking in air as though drowning, so I slowed my swings and eased off the pressure until finally I stopped.
Throwing the toy in to my bag I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, after a moment I raked my nails down her back – sensation upon sensation without time to recover or relax into a lessened state of awareness
“If you do not want this just says no, other things can still continue.” I said and slipped 2 fingers under her g-string and into her wet, warm cunt.
She almost screamed as she thrust her hips forward on to my hand so, smiling (being a sadist makes me smile a great deal), I thrust my fingers into her letting my palm thud into her clit.
I am a Dom, a sadist and I love to inflict pain but I do not like receiving it, so I had an entertaining decision to make for, as my fingers continued to make her body shake and quiver, her mouth found my shoulder and her teeth found my flesh and she bit me as the orgasm, I knew was coming, racked her body.
I added a finger and speed and as her groaning breaths moved against my skin I almost forgot my tortured flesh until she cried out, releasing her hold on me. As her body danced in uncontrolled spasms while waves of orgasm rippled through her the pain in my shoulder doubled up giving me an incentive to reinforce the speed and strength of my fingers lifting her onto her very toes.
“Oh god, stop please stop, for fuck sake stop, god oh god oh god.” Such sweet words tripped continually from her gasping mouth, and like the good Dom I am, I continued,
She had arched her back, a beautiful human sculpture curving from toe tip to crown of head resting on the wall with nipples pointing to the sky, I bent down and bit into her left nipple, teeth clamping hard, head pulling back and lips clamped to allow me to suck hard and long.
I felt a sudden explosion of hot wetness on my hand and she screamed in one long wild cry, second after second her scream continued as my fingers and teeth did their work, “Demon, Lord, Sir, please, please stop.” she begged as the scream finally died
I stopped my fingers movement but left them buried inside her, releasing her nipple I supported her weight with my left arm as she straightened up to rest against the wall behind her. My fingers rolled over each other in the warmth of her cunt as I slowly withdrew them.
“Open your mouth”, I said, “You have made a mess on my hand.” This she did and as I placed my fingers close to her lips her tongue came out and eagerly licked them clean of her unexpected reaction. “Good girl.” I said as I watched her clean my hand.
“A slight rest, little one, then we will continue with more toys if you still wish it.” I watched her face hoping she would not want to stop. She said nothing as her breathing slowed. I asked, “Would you like some cold water?” With a slight nod of her head I said, “Stay still while I am gone, it will be only seconds but continue to rest against the wall your legs may not want to obey you if asked to do more than stand still.”
On impulse I gentle kissed her lips, tasting her cunt on them, before leaving to run cold water into a glass, returning I let her sip for a few moments until the glass was almost empty.
I placed my right hand, cold from holding the glass, against her cheek and let it travel over her skin to her shoulder then down her arm to reach the restraint. As I untied the rope I said, “I am not trying to break you, little one, I am not trying to release your hidden goddess or any other such sad drivel, I seek only to let you know yourself, your limits, your desires and allow you the freedom to enjoy and act on them.”
With the last rope untied and kneeling in front of her – I am worshipping again I thought to myself - I ran my hands up her legs and under the thin straps of her g-string and then slowly pulled them down her legs until she obediently lifted her right foot, then her left, to allow me to remove them.
I thought for a second or two, artistic considerations my only concern (sometimes my mind takes little detours) and then, making a decision, I removed her boots, ankle restraints then hold ups making sure my hands travelled slowly down her legs as I did so.
Naked, the first time is always so uniquely special, it is a shame how familiarity can diminish the beautiful sometimes - much too deep – maybe tis the fault of Metallica’s ‘Nothing Else Matters’ which is now playing.
No tattoos, no body piercings, (maybe I can add a piece of jewellery so she will never forget me) a tiny scar above her right knee, cunt, now swollen and pink, clean shaven, her skin red with a few subtle marks remaining from the flogging. Worshipping indeed, it is a good thing she wears a blindfold.
I stand and, taking her hand, pull her away from the wall, “Time to turn around,” I say, “Wait”
I leaned a 10 foot piece of wood, 10 inches wide by 2inches thick, against the flogging wall where she had been standing and then placed her hand on it, “Lean on this, it will hold your weight do not worry. It is best if you rest your head on your hands as this get your arms away from the flogger’s tails”
I caressed her back with my nails, leaving swirlling marks in her skin, “I have 2 toys like the ones you have felt, then others that are more severe, twin tailed straps in leather and rubber and then whips and for your arse I have paddles and a horse crop. You may be surprised how much you will like your back being flogged but I would hate for your front to feel left out”
Resting my weight against the full length of her body, crushing her against the hard wood, I reached around to attach a butterfly clamp to her right nipple and she cried out a little, which was pleasing, as it bit. I attached the other to her left nipple and said, “There is a chain between them, do not pull away from the wood or you will not enjoy the result.”
‘Big Sister’ is a flogger with 12 plaited, leather tails about 36inch in total length, I stood behind her and, again using the typical figure 8 action, began to touch her skin, very gently to start and at a slow speed too.
Building up speed and strength over a couple of minutes she began to make sweet music of sighs and little cries, the tails hit with delicious sharp sounds of their own as I began to punctuate the pattern of swings by sending much stronger whip like flicks at her arse, which, soon made her tense her muscles in anticipation of the next strike.I laid this toy down and picked up my purple and black Cougar (a longer 12 tail leather cat with 4in leather thongs at each tail end). I began again using this new toy in the same place and in the same pattern but then moved to my left, continuing to hit as I moved.
Once I stood level with her shoulder and about a stride from her I changed the way I used the Cougar. I now brought it down in single strokes, striking from shoulder blade to shoulder blade and moving down her back to her arse using much more strength especially when connecting, horizontally, on her reddening arse cheeks.
I could see her face as I stuck, and with each hit her teeth bit into her bottom lip. I said, continuing to hit, “Your choice, 12 hard strokes to upper back or arse?” she did not reply for a couple of seconds so I added, “And then I will take the clamps of your nipples.”
“Bum” she replied so I hit her hard on her shoulders and said “Bum, what”
“Bum, Sir” she said quickly after a gasp
“I was expecting a ‘please’, but Sir will do.” And then added, “count them as I hit in case I forgot how many and have to start again.”
She did as was told and by the time she got to 12 her voice was shaking as the strikes had gotten harder, “Good girl,“ I said and throwing the Cougar onto my bag I rubbed her back running hands over slight welts in her skin. Standing behind her I kneeded her arse for half a minute to ease the sting and then moved to kneel by her head.
“A new sensation now, what fun this will be.” I could see her face react as she tried to work out what I meant, “Your sweet, poor, tortured nipple hurt when the clamp went on but now is almost bearable. But when I take it off, new blood with rush back in, nerves will awaken and you will have an experience to file away and fear for the next time. Rubbing it will greatly ease the pain but do not rub it until I say you can.”
I held the clamp and because I am a sadist I twisted it first with a gentle tug, she squealed loudly, “Sorry little one, I just wanted to make sure you remember my words.” I pushed and the clamp opens, her nipple sticking to it for a second before coming free.
Her mouth opened and she sucked air in in gasps as the pain returned to her pink flesh, it was still flattened from the clamp’s pressure and I waited for a count of 5 then said, “You may rub it now.”
Quickly her right hand reached under her and he caressed her breast and nipple, a most rewarding sight. I let this go on for a short time still holding the removed clamp.
“Now then, time to repeat this joy. You get a choice.” I released my hold on the removed clamp and it swung down freely to tug gently on her other nipple, another squeal; being a sadist is fun indeed.
“You can give me a reward, for all my kind attention, and rub your nipple straight away or you must count 60 seconds before I let you rub after it comes off.”
In a most sweet and quiet voice she asked, “What reward, Sir?”
I stood and stepped slightly forward so my leather trousers just touched her upper arm.
”You can open your mouth.”
“I don’t think I can count to 60, Sir, so the reward is wiser.” I noticed she was smiling and as I pulled down my zip I said, “I must be doing something wrong if you are still smiling. Open.”
I slipped my prick into her hot mouth and, leaning over her, put my left hand between her shoulder blades ready to release the remaining clamp. I closed my eyes as her head began to move and I felt her suck and bite on my, most entertained, cock. “Let me know when you want the clamp off and I will quickly remove it for you to ease the pain”.
Her left hand had found its way between my legs and was holding my left thigh, gently pulling me towards her in time with her head movements. Her right hand she lifted and laid, palm up, on her back, I thought, so I had easy access to the remaining clamp.
After a very pleasing minute or two she took her mouth off me and said ‘now’ and returned to my ‘reward’. Reaching over I pressed in the clamp and pulled it off dropping them to the floor. I heard, and felt on my prick, her squeal as she sucked harder on me taking my prick to the back of her throat, her left hand pulling me in and holding me there though her right hand did not leave her back.
Her squeal became a mauling sound as her body began to shiver and only after about 30 seconds did her right hand finally move and I saw her massaging her right breast. I may be a Dom and a sadist but this sight, with this ‘attention, was too much (I am a male after all) so I pulled myself from her mouth and looked at the ceiling for a few seconds. This only just did its purpose as once my prick was out of her mouth the sounds she then made, as her orgasm came and diminished, could have deflowered a priest.
Fighting an almost overpowering desire to put my prick back in to her, anywhere in her, I finally put it back in my trousers and pulled up my zip – will power, such a pain in the arse at times.
I went to my bag and found my leg spreader, a 10mm bar of mild steel I had fashioned a few years before in the heat of a furnace - not unlike the forging of a new submissive I thought to myself. I found myself kneeling at her feet again as I replaced her ankle restraints and then secured these to the spreader bar, forcing her legs 30 inches apart. I made the mistake of looking up, and the sight of her open and inviting cunt almost made me change my mind about where I had put my prick.
There is a metal securing bolt at the top of the plank of wood so moving to stand by her head I took her hands and tied them to it so she was stretched along the wood’s length.
“The toys from now on will be much more intense?” I said. “I will use each for a minute or so but with each change they will get a little harsher. You already have pretty marks on your skin but these toys will leave better ones that will last for a few days, shall I begin?”
“Yes, My Demon.” she whispered and I saw her grip the ropes that tied her hands.
I take a red and black leather flog with twin, 8 inch, tails and began it strike her back, moving around her, watching her muscles twitch as the stinging leather hit, from neck to arse, leaving growing welts on her skin.
I hit with a constant strength as I moved from her left side to her right and back again until I was back at my starting position where I took a step closer to her and, reaching, sent the tails around her ribs to contact with her softly hanging breast. Her back arched and she screamed in a short feral explosion.
I dropped the flogger and, as she clenched her teeth, grabbed the hurt breast and squeezed it in my fist, “If you are expecting one thing the unexpected is so much better.” I said changing my hold on her flesh and rolling the nipple between thumb and finger.
I saw a tear appear under her blindfold so asked, “Do I continue, you remember the word to end this?”
I could see her think and then she said, “I remember but I don’t know, I think, I think I want to say stop.”
“ok, I will continue with a different sensation, use the word when you know you are sure about ending things.”
I untied her hands, along with one end of the spreader bar then said, helping her stand up, “I just need you to turn around and lay back on the wood.”
She was a little shaky as she stood so putting my arm around her I held her tight. As I did this her head lifted up so I kissed her and was pleasantly surprised as her tongue forced its way into my mouth. The kiss continued and my hand found its way between her legs and a single finger entered her gently slipping in and out as she lifted her left leg to give me easier excess.
“Enough.” I said removing my finger and mouth from her body, I helped her back onto the sloping wood and again tied her hands high above her head, to the securing bolt, I then secured the spreader bar between the ankle restraints under the wood. The bar has a loop at midpoint and to this I tied a length of rope, the other end I tied to the flogging wall, pulling her feet back under her arse and lifting her cunt high as her hips where pulled wide due to the width of the plank.
I sat on the chair I had used earlier and took off my boots and then trousers. I found a condom and with a little concentration, put it on then selected a horse crop, which had two short leather tails about 2 inches long, and moved to stand at the foot of the wood plank.
With small, sharp movements of my wrist I sent the tails across her nipples, first one then the other, hitting 10 or 12 times in a staccato rhythm then changing the target to hit once between her legs, on soft pink lips which stood, unexpectantly, open. I repeated this 3 or 4 times until I judged I had risked enough and she had had enough.
I moved to stand by her side and, while I stroked her body from nipple to inner thigh, I whispered in her ear, “Some do not think fucking is part of BDSM so I shall ask if you wished to be fucked before I do it as part of this experience.”
“Yes, Sir,” She said with a small smile. “or, Yes Please if you prefer.”
I untied her hands and she let her arms hang down at her side as I lifted my right leg over the plank so my prick was an inch or two from her and said, “Do not be cheeky, little one, you are still tied and just because I will be fucking you does not mean it will be the only sensation you will have
I inched forward and, pushing down on the end of my prick I slowly move inside her and like a good girl she pushed herself deeper onto me. I stood still, prick buried in warmth, and using the crop’s leather tails drew sensual trails across her skin from nipple to nipple to navel to clit and back again. Within a minute she raised her hands and held them again my hips as she began to move on my prick, drawing herself off and then pushing down to rub her clit against my groin as I stood immobile, her breathing began to get faster and, as her nails began to dig in, I saw the growing need she had for me to move inside her. Realising the moment had arrived I rested the crop across her belly and, putting a hand on each of her breasts, leaned down to kiss her ear.
My full weight was pressing down on her, crushing nipples against ribs through the flesh of her breasts. I thrust into her, my movement, adding more pressure and pain, caused her to groan loudly, “I will fuck you for as long as you stand the pain.” I whispered and, pushing myself up on to straight arms, continued to fuck her going as deep and fast as her mirrowing movements allowed.
My breathing was becoming fast as she placed her hands over mine and I saw her dig her nails deep into the soft flesh of her breasts between my fingers, ‘that is unexpected’ I thought to myself and took my left hand away to see what she would do.
Her hands squeezed and twisted her flesh, raking her nails across her erect nipple leaving lines as red as those I had given from my flogging.
“Harder.” A single word, she said, between gasping breathes as she reached for my left hand.
Making my hands into fists I pressed my knuckles into her breasts as her hands returned to my hips.
I fucked and forced my weight onto her as a building pain built in my hips under her hands, looking down I saw a bright red drop of blood on my skin, red lines, from this dear girl’s nails, mirroring her own marks; a small price to pay
I did not think I would be able to make her cum, or decide to stop this pain, before I came but suddenly her head thrashed from side to side and the raking of my skin stopped. She made no sound, did not breathe as her fingers spread wide and muscles moved in slow waves under the tight skin of her stomach.
I came a second later and, fighting the mix of pain and pleasure in the tip of my prick, continued to thrust into her until her movements calmed down.
A second’s pause, heart pounding, breathing trying to fill my lungs, vision clearing from an unnoticed unfocused gaze, I stand and let my prick die a little inside her.
I grasped the wood plank on either side of her neck and, leaning down, kiss her lightly on the lips. I gently removed the blindfold and threw it onto the floor.
Her eyes remain closed as I pushed myself up to stand looking down at her – fuck she was beautiful.
Her eyes opened slightly, they shine, a small smile comes to her lips and letting her arms fall to her side she closes her eyes again as the smile grows bigger.
Sadly, oh so very sadly, I pull myself out of her and stepping over the wooden plank sit down on the chair because my legs are shaking in a most entertaining fashion.
We stayed like that for about 5 minutes, her smiles, fading then bursting out bigger than before as the minutes pass.
I pulled on my trousers, discarding the condom into a bin, but remained barefooted as I moved to her shackled feet. I knelt down - I seemed to always be on my knees in front of her – and unbuckled the nearest restraint. Reaching under the plank I finally managed to unbuckle the other and, as if by magic, found myself within reach of her glistening cunt.
Like the nice Dom I am I lowered my head and, after one long, slow lick, bit gently into her soft pick lips, she tasted sweet, naturally and with a hint of strawberry from my used condom.
After a few seconds I stood going to her side to help her stand but as I got close she reached out and put the fingers of her left hand in to my unzipped trousers. I stopped and she pulled out my prick and, with a gentle tug, she led me back to her mouth, slow and gentle this time she held me with soft licks and sucks.
With eyes closed, her right hand moved slowly to go between her legs, with slow strokes, she put two fingers inside her.
I am old, but luckily not that old, for as I watched and felt her actions my prick came back to life. I took in what she was doing and let myself react as my body wished with no attempt at self control.
With a full prick in her mouth her fingers moved faster and, again, erotic moans began to come from her mouth vibrating on my shaft.
“I am going to cum.” I said giving her time to withdraw her mouth, if she wished, but she sucked as before and her fingers gained speed and strength adding wet sounds to my already stimulated senses.
I had to grab, with equal strength and need, the plank for balance and her hair to pull her on to me as I came in four strong spasms. She sucked, swallowed and bit as I came and I could not stop a cry cascade from my lips which went, something like, ”fffuuucckkkking jeeeeeeesus fucking Christ” as I tried to pierce the back of her skull with my softening prick.
As I died again, this time in her mouth, she gently sucked and licked until after a minute or so she took her mouth away, looked up at me and said with a smile, “Hello, Demon, my name’s Amy.”
The End - i think? I'm not on HRT or transitioning, think of me as more of a crossdresser. To clarify my role: I submit to bondage and control but I am not a service submissive (we can talk about that). I'm okay with groping, molesting, some tactile play, and sex. I'm more of a bondage slut as opposed to an actual slut; meaning I crave bondage and manhandling over just being used for sex. That out of the way -- I'm experienced but I never make the first move. Someone who communicates well (and is into restraints) always gets a response from me but I've learned to be careful about who I play with. I don't mind keeping things discreet since I'm not looking for long term. Dark Chocolate can be an exotic flavor
So creamy and smooth, you desire a taste
The aroma is inviting
The visual draws you in and puts you on your knees
I see you salivating so eager to please
I pull you closer and utter the words breathless and moaning
"oh my goodness, stay right there!"
You're such a talented pet and you know ho
w to please
I don't use the term fake when describing a person who isn't suitable for Me. A bottom pushing his own needs is off my radar because an actual submissive with five years experience ar giving up authority outside of play and in life who drives his own car, who already goes to munches and clubs is IN my radar.
So many on here who contact Me are not suitable so I rarely login here. Guys wonder where all the Dominant Women are? They are not on here for the reason I just gave. Pushy bottoms want a a kink service but don't go to fetish clubs to get their kink fix. There are plenty of tops at fet clubs happy to give twenty minutes of play for a drink and foot rub. Quid-pro-quo, give something in return as two human beings. Simple.
Mistress Whipplash Ma'am
Encounter
So one night at my baby dad's house when we were living with each other I decided at night to go for a walk. I was talking to Jesus and went into a clearing and into the woods. While in there I knelt by some trees to talk to Jesus saying that I wanted to be with him. Well while in there I started hearing footsteps get closer and closer to me but nothing was there. Once I heard another one not even a foot away I got up heart pounding and left back in the field clearing. I turned around to look back into the woods and I heard this loud woman scream a high pitched scream and it sounded like it was right next to me. I froze in fear calling on Jesus and I stayed frozen for a few minutes before collecting myself and walking back to the house I was staying at. To this day I have no idea what it was but it wasn't worldly. mislave
7/31/2014 3:20:46 PM: Recently i had the pleasure of Meeting and being used by theMistress T.Mistress T is an experienced and friendly Domme and as i had not served for a while and had a low pain threshold She was experienced enough to realize this and during my service she gave me what i needed, not what i wanted. Mistress likes to take her time to get to know her playthings, like a musician you must learn how to play an instrument before you can get the best out of it.To this end we chatted for about 30 mins about my needs and wants before she tied me to her bed for her pleasure.Afterwoods she introduced me to her live in slave and we chatted about experiences in the lifestyle.I left Mistress`s house carrying her marks but no regrets. Collarspace guidelines prohibit "trans exclusionary hate speech, consensual non-consensent, things which are unlawful, othering, culturally insensitive or hurtful". This and similar is common across social media.
It's as if PC Principal has invaded and occupied our online spaces:
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Can it be simple?
In Your most erotic and satisfying fantasy, are You doing it, or having it done to You?
Don't ask me for my number when we first chat
As a dominant myself, I have often encountered situations where people assume that just because I am dominant, I am always looking for new submissives and will readily share my personal information with anyone who asks. This could not be further from the truth. Being a dominant is not just about controlling and dominating others; it is also about respecting boundaries and building trust with a submissive partner.
When someone asks me for my number or contact information without even getting to know me, it not only shows a lack of respect for boundaries but also highlights a lack of understanding about the dynamics of a dominant-submissive relationship. As a dominant, I take the responsibility of my partner's physical and emotional well-being very seriously, and I cannot fulfill that responsibility with just anyone who asks for my number.
Another reason I am hesitant to give out my personal information to someone I have just met is that it takes time to build trust and establish a connection with a potential partner. BDSM is not just about physical acts; it involves a deep level of trust and understanding between partners. As a dominant, I need to know that my partner understands and respaspects my boundaries, and vice versa. This level of trust and understanding cannot be achieved through a simple exchange of phone numbers.
Moreover, just because I am a dominant does not mean I am always looking for new partners. Like anyone else, I have a life outside of BDSM and have other interests and responsibilities. Asking for my number without getting to know me first shows a lack of regard for my personal life and boundaries.
It is also essential to note that being a dominant does not mean that I am immune to rejection or unwanted advances. Just like anyone else, I have the right to choose who I want to engage with and who I do not. Asking for my number without even getting to know me is not only disrespectful but also puts me in an uncomfortable position.
In conclusion, just because someone identifies as a dominant does not mean they are always on the lookout for new partners or willing to share their personal information with strangers. As with any relationship, trust and mutual understanding take time to develop. So, if you are interested in getting to know a dominant, take the time to build a connection and respect their boundaries. Only then can you expect them to share their personal information with you. Well this is John no this is February I'm sorry yeah 2022 I haven't put a journal entry in a couple years now I really upset with the collar space people because I continue to write probably two different people everyday just let him know what's going on in my life and let him know that yeah I made this purchase of a house to use for people that have a hard time transitioning and giving them a place to come stay you know I I first ask him if they have a job if they have a car they have transportation otherwise what will you know we'll try to help some people if we can but I expect the people to come and you know make an effort and it doesn't matter to me you know what's your fantasies are a lot of people just want to talk to you and probably talk about their fantasies and get all horny and get off and then you never hear from him for months I'm not into all that people I mean you know I understand your your needs I've been there I've I've probably done the very same thing.
There's people out here that have written to that I've never heard back and probably a couple years it shows if they haven't even been online in a couple years they're very cute very young very naive and I'm hoping that they're still alive that didn't get hooked up with a serial killer I mean that happens anyway so I wish people would just tell me to you know go to hell or yeah hey I'm interested in talking to you and hear when can you talk back to me I mean like stuff like that I'm not looking to fulfill your fantasies I'm looking for friendships lasting friendships just like in the real world folks so I'm transgender yeah I'm kind of a little and I'm real so I mean if I don't understand what's going on with covid here my God people yeah I'm all alone I hardly have contact with any of my friends because they're afraid to come outside their houses well I'm safe I I wear my mask I'm inoculated I've done everything I possibly can and yeah it's my freedom to do so so anyway with that said I'm done with this entity so as I always say it's ciao for now
If you're interested in window shopping, or making small talk and what not, please skip my profile.
I already feel jaded with this site, as each time I have here, I have to sort through lots of junk mail, without anything meaning, and as nice as it is to hear how pretty I am, what is not nice is knowing that the compliment is the only interaction we will get, so please, people, keep it realistic, if you live on the other side of the globe, and you think your country is the whole world, it bloody ain't. Thinking of putting a sign on my front storm door that reads, "No Soliciting (unless you hope to be tied, groped and molested!)". I do wish the sign had been up there before the last guy came knocking to upsell me replacement windows. If he had known what I was really thinking at the time, I'm sure he would have ran off quickly!! For fuck's sake, guys. It is truly pitiable how few of you bother to do anything at all to learn about the reality of your own desires. There are non-fiction books, blogs, sites, videos, discussions, munches, classes, seminars, demos, and events all over the place, if you look up from the porn and erotica and think with the upper head. It is nobody elses responsibilty to teach you. Dominant women are NOT automatic teachers of all the stuff. How do you think WE learn it?
I've read a whole 3 profiles this evening. This is why I don't bother to read more. They are ignorant, porn-fed, and say nothing of interest.
Dominants do not "mold" you into a different person. Daily life in a D/s relationship in the real world without payment living together on a daily basis looks pretty much the same as any other relationship. It is not a constant kinky scene. Most subs wear the same old clothes, do the same old stuff, have the same old hobbies. Their partner is in charge for whatever they have agreed to, but that isn't a constant visible porn scene. A dominant does not live for inspections and demands. It means he asks if a casserole is okay for dinner, and if she says no, he finds something else. It does NOT mean she is standing over him in a corset inspecting his shopping list with a crop in her hand. It doesn't mean you spend your days cringing and hoping every tiny detail is correct. That's erotica. Learn the difference.
No, submissive men do not look or act any different than any other men. There is absolutely no need to make a point of how normal you are in public. Subs are ALL normal appearing people. Because that is what they are. Normal people who happen to prefer their partner being in charge. You are not alpha special super sub because you do not crawl in public or do have solid boundaries or do not have social anxiety. None of those things are submissive. You are just another guy. Get over it.
And no, if you have social anxiety, insecurities, poor personal boundaries, or any other personal issue, submission will not fix it. Dominants are not gurus, not life coaches, not therapists, and are not out here looking for projaspects. Submission just means you do things her way. That does not make all your problems go away, and a dominant is no more interested in taking on a project and trying to fix some guy than any other woman. Your life, your personality, your issues, as well as your other qualities, are yours to deal with. That does not change because of a relationship.
If you want kinky play, that's great. Have fun! Go meet a network of kinky play friends and go for it! But do NOT call yourself a slave and pretend you want an FLR. That is not what that means. Fantasy of eating juicy wet pussyI envision my hands behind your knees to spread your legs nice and wide plus helping me to control my access to your juicy wet pussy. My first thought is pushing your knees up towards your shoulders thus rolling your cute ass up in turn. mmmmmm now my tongue can trace the outline of your asshole in a swirling motion. Next sliding upwards to slowly part your pussy lips and take a nice deep taste of your juices until my tongue finds your clit where I lick and suck and finger your gspot. Then I slowly return to your cute bum hole and repeat the process. Slowly at first from your ass to your clit , then almost imperceptibly yet slightly faster each time while judging your response to my offering. I hear your breathing deepen and your moans of delight quicken as we arrive at the perfect pace. Rocking your knees back and forth with my face buried in your wetness licking and sucking and fingering you to climax. mmmmm that's daddy's good girl, cum for daddy baby! Cum for daddy and make that pussy ready for daddy's cock!! mmmmm yes baby be a good little slut and cum for daddy!! I have been trying to get a grant to help Me to obtain FTB Grants, but each time I click on one of these I find that it is an advertisement in order to get My e-mail so that I can be inundated with bullshit. If a/Any o/One has had any luck with any of these " Grant " websites" please write Me and let Me know. I would be extremely grateful.
Thank y/You
Mistress Char In correspondence with a gent, I was inspired to write this. I am posting it here because it will help you understand me.
Q1 - Are you looking for a Unicorn?
Since it has only been a few months since my beloved hubby died, I am NOT seeking My Unicorn at this time. Instead, I seek D/s friends and experiences so that I can enjoy My Dominance.
Q2 - What do you like to do or have done to you?
I'm not going to list specific sexual activities here. You can read my preferred activities in my profile. I put much care into what I have selected there.
I will, however, tell you about Me and My sexuality. I enjoy connected conversation, a gents' scent as we hug and that tingle in My loins as he kisses My hand. I enjoy the angst on his face when I direct him to lift My hair while I put on My jacket. An then, I revel in the public intimacy as he reaches into the warmth at the nape of My neck and lifts My hair.
I'm very oral and tactile. I love kissing, massage and foot worship. I love to be touched and tasted. Yes, he shall tend Me. But more, he shall adore Me. I am possessive of My boys' genitals and ass. CFNM seems a natural way of being and reinforcing status. I am private. My gent and I understand the quality of our time together. But, it's nobody else's business.
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My thoughts about FLR's
I wrote this a few years ago but I feel it’s still relevant… enjoy!—————————-So much said and discussed regarding FLR's. Some argue that it is not based in kink while others offer that it actually has its roots there. I personally believe that it can only roughly be defined… because ultimately… it is whatever the two consenting adults agree on creating together.
I will however take a moment to describe what I have imagined a Female led relationship to be. Let's begin by exploring some contrasts with what is...
What is a Male led relationship? Is it kinky by definition? I would imagine it to be the classic default idea of a bread winning husband and a wife who takes on more of the domestic duties. While kink really isn't involved in defining it… the assumption might be that the man's sexual needs get met with priority while hers are not. He is above criticism but she is not? Mix in our cultures unfortunate dance with masculine toxicity and I see why more and more Women are just plain fed up with the traditional relationship model. The goal to achieve equality often ends up seeming a pipe dream.
When I imagine a FLR i begin by flipping the script on the classic model.So perhaps She's the bread winner now…? and Her desires take priority?Regardless of income comparisons, the chores still need doing in the house so I naturally see the male stepping up and taking on the domestic roles before and after work. And much like how a male expects to be "served" as the head of house, I see the Female instead getting to make Her needs, comfort and well being the first priority.
But rather than asking for beer and sandwiches during a football game… I would imagine a Woman's requests to be more… well… feminine in nature. Intimacy building, sensual, communicative, nurturing and based more in the areas important to Her such as personal, domestic and emotional fulfillment.
Ahhh but macho men don't go there right? lol Perhaps this is why D/s is so much more commonly associated with the idea of a Female Led Relationship…? using Femdom to establish Her new authority and to lay the foundations of the power dynamics within the relationship.
YES, many men are clueless when it comes to being more balanced, more self aware, more selfless and more supportive of the Goddess in their lives. They grew up with the Patriarchy programming and only through months or even years of self introspection, re-education and re-balancing will they at last come to understand and access the Authentic expression of the Divine Masculine within them. It is so worth it but why oh why so rare in this day and age?
You can lead a horse to water but you cant make him drink is the saying that comes to mind when I imagine a vanilla version of a FLR. Perhaps D/s IS the most effective accelerant to what would be an otherwise painfully slow conversion process full of power struggles?
One element of kink that is definitely penetrating into more of the vanilla ranks is of course male chastity. This idea of harnessing the power of an otherwise out of control fire hose for bettering both himself and your intimate relationship is not surprising to see rise in popularity. Ensnared by his own kinky imagination, the chastity offers both initial enticement for him but also a far more tangible tool of enforcement for Her. This leverage She gains can then be used to establish a full and new domestic life balance between the two… while he begins to understand and witness the positive effect his attention and efforts to please have upon Her, Her beauty, their connection and his own personal awakening.
Now add in more and more kinks… BDSM, Cuckolding, Hotwife etc and to me you are just adding more toppings at the salad bar. The foundation of the FLR is laid out simply as the salad and the dressing… She is on top, she is leading the relationship direction and he is supporting Her efforts… hopefully quite willingly. If not then perhaps some croutons and deviled eggs are necessary as well? Maybe both enjoy a full on power dynamic 24/7 and act accordingly? The sky is the limit after that.
So yes, in my humble opinion… whatever they both create it to be… from the salad dressing on, is what I imagine a FLR to ultimately be. Thoughts?
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... I'm a masochist and only interested in play with sadists.
Into spanking of all kind, domestic discipline, cage and leash play, degradation, humiliation, and more.
I have a desire to be controlled. I want to be told what to do and how to do it every step of the way. And I need to be severely punished for any disobedience or imperfection.
I find it fun to fear of anyone that I play with. I respond well to doms that get off on making me make me obey ignoring my comfort. I try not to be bratty, but if I do, and proper correction quickly silences me.
I also sometimes serve as a hir .ed house maid for short trips. I clean and do any chores required.
I'm happy to travel anywhere for the right person. Tell me how I could serve you.
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 is easily possible that single dominant people are seen as inflexible and unyieldimg. Set in their ways. My way or the highway. My interests are now your interests and there is nothing else to be said on the matter.
I suppose that could be true for some people. It is NOT true for me. I was an only child, more or less, and as far as I can tell that is still true. Due to reasons I will gladly discuss with individuals inquisitive enough to really want to know, I was a bit of a loner growing up. That didn't bother me, and it still doesn't.
Fast forward a thousand years and as a single person I live my life the way I see fit and do what interests me. Having said that, I am here to meet people and develop relationships. As I look around the CS landscape I suspect the same is true of most of you. Being in a relationship and being single are two completely different things. Within the framework of my relationship I expect to be dominant, but that does not mean that I expect to carry my single life along with me. Good relationships are good because there is at least some level of learning of the other person, and compromise when it seems to be practical.
I would ask that people who look at profiles and interest lists and try to assume that the square peg is always going to be a square peg and will never be able to fit into a round hole to look in the mirror and ask themselves if that is even a safe assumption of themselves.
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What Are Your Kinks?
As a submissive sissy, I get that question frequently. The answer is as fluid as the journey I am on.
I see my kinks as a living breathing thing that demands exploration, particularly in my embrace of submission and the desire to fully experience that dynamic. My kinks are centered around the power exchange, especially as I continue to learn what it means to be submissive to a dominant man. It’s about finding the balance between trust, vulnerability, and allowing myself to be fully immersed in the role of servitude. I also have a fetish for the feminization process, loving the way it brings out my true self and helps me feel more aligned with the woman I am becoming.
In essence, my kinks and fetishes reflect the ongoing discovery of who I truly am after so many years of pretending, and each step I take deepens that understanding. I've been reaching out to more people irl and making some connections. Over the weekend there was a very impromptu long edging session with one of my friends.
It was insane because I didn't expect anything and he surprised me by having so much restraint while also being bricked up for several hours. There wasn't any heavy handedness or stripping in fact we were clothed the whole time.
Being ace and also a domme I very much do not cater to sexual gratification or allow people my body.
Nearing the end I allowed him a boob grab which lead to me squirting milk all over my shirt....he ruines his shorts 🥰
There was about an hour of after care talking about boundaries and trauma and him opening up about himself and thanking me for letting him be vulnerable with me. I also got to take a short nap and decompress from that. He offered to treat me to dinner the next day but I had other plans
I really value being able to be a safe space for people who don't hold entitlement over my time or body. I really enjoy using sessions to address frustrations and emotions for people. I just dropped in for my usual morning browse of this site, and was struck once again by the ages of the Masters on this site. Men, wonderful Men, but late 40s, 50s and 60s.
And it made me wonder whether this was beacuse it really takes this long to know what kind of lifestyle O/one wants to lead - and that there's just too much noise from relationships, kids (sometimes), career, mortgages etc when W/we are younger.
Just putting it out there in case anyone has a view!
Thank You Sirs! She said she wanted to be dominated, then immediately began listing things she would not do. Not just the usual, you know no kids, no animals, no scat. No her list included things like paddles, collars, crops, tieing, blindfolds, no name calling, no humiliation, no blowjobs or oral service.
I thought to myself, dam she doesn't want a dominant at all , she wants a pussy whipped nilla boyfriend. Women, stop trying to top from the bottom. New year... Same sweet, smart-assed, serious and silly, socially-awkward sadist!
Big news for the new year:
I've gotten a bunch done around the house on my own! For the first time in months, I've been able to move small things without fumbling around with braces and splints on each arm. *happy dance* The progress isn't hugely noticiable yet, but the fact I can do any of it has been exhilarating, and I want to do so much more while I can!
That means I still need help. Especially because...
I'm likely going to be returning to an old job soon. It's exciting, yet I also know it's a big responsibility that will have me away from the house more often. Upside: if I have a sub/slave/helper at that point, they can assist. It'll be a lot of fun.
With a bit of luck, I'll find out in a few weeks whether my hands require surgery, and maybe I can get back to physically torturing willing souls sooner rather than later.
I will be paring down The F0rm in a way that is better fitting for folx who are interested in being part time, or even simply live-in, with minimal or no D/s etc.
There's rumor I may have a cage coming. *polishes halo* (Wait, shouldn't someone be polishing that for me?! LOL)
May your 2023 start on a delightful note! Best wishes to All!
~Blue (= i will not give you my phone number right away. I won't talk on the phone with you. I have arthritis in my hands and wrists, I don't like using headsets, and quite frankly I don't like phone calls. Also, just because I am his anal fuck toy does not mean it's any of your business to inquire about in the first few messages. If this is how you intend to interact with me, kindly fuck off. Thanks. Pro tip: you want those things to happen, go through my Sir first. Otherwise, be decent and respectful in my DMs or get lost. I've never been a fan of the fet site, layout reasons just irk me, but their event listings...
Meeeeow. When you slip into the darkness
When you fall from grace
Will it hurt as bad as they say?
Or will it wake up hidden dreams?
Can one transmute pain into pleasure?
Can the Fallen One really give you something for your soul?
Will I ever truly wake up to the truth?
If so who's truth am I gonna believe?
Which path is better for me to travel?
Staying in the middle is hard.... After all they say it's one or the other.
Can't I blend into a new being. A silver being. A being of tranquility and adventure?
I'm a Woman. I'm a rebel. I'm a sweetheart. I can be cold and closed off. I can be lovely.
When will I get the help I seek? No not a man to control me. I don't need that.
No a therapist either, I already have that.
There's something missing... A piece of me that has been ripped out and left a hole.
This hole doesn't fill because I don't know what was there to begin with.
When you let others dictate your life, you lose yourself and wrap yourself in their ideas of you.
But when you wake up.... Well you realize you don't and we're not what they said you were.
Do you or will you ever find yourself again under the mess?
Will the light shine or do I keep my eyes shut and stay in the dark.
I love them all.... Yet I love no one... I guess I'm a contradiction It has been a long time since I wrote in my journal. My search for a collar got delayed due to covid and only now am I trying to get active agin in my search. I still have the burning desire to be owned as primarily a sex slave. I can do domestic but I feel my true calling is to be a fucktoy for Master and his friends and acquantances.
I am also hopeing to find a Master experienced in electro. I have a little electro device that I use on myself but need Master with better device and ability to push my limits. I find it hard to keep it on high settings and dont seem to have the strength to do it to myself.
I am getting a new truck so I will be better able to travel for interviews/inspections/trials.
I hope to get some contacts soon.
i stay stresssed out and depressed all the time anymore its hard for me to think its hard for me finding someone to be in my life when your family mistreats you your thinking pattern gets off of what you was going to do with screaming and yelling at me all the time it never fails i speak i get jumped on for breathing or moving 16 years of there mouths and mentally i really take much more it's killing me mental im already dead on the inside but idiots doesn't care about me my feelings or my needs they dont care if i die anyways they tell me to kll myself nobody wants your stupid ass anyways fucking whore your nothing but a worthless piece of ass nobody wants ... and one cop in my hometown october said your ruthless piece of ass nobody wants when i was living at the apartment i was at so i stopped socializing i stop going to the store i busted my phone so i wouldn't have to deal with stupid ass bullies and i am at my breaking point and my landlord would let who ever in my aprtment because in august i was watching tv an smoked a joint before i went to bed an took my mucsle relaxer and then who ever had a key to my apartment did something because i was stiff an couldn't move and woke up next morning couldn't hardly move my right arm the second night they molsted me in my sleep and i can't walk for a week... they grab my right foot that is how i knew an i checked my self and i got pissed off them letting people in my apartment landlord was a jealous jesus christ freak that almost got me raped... i have no trust left with anybody at this point because when i do they abuse me Currently have 2 sub on a video messaging platform, anohter couple considering it on the same platform, A couple on antoher platform, 2 male friends on that platform also. They range in age from 20's-40's maybe 50's. Age is not important. They are all over the world from Florida to Nebraska, Boston, to NewZeeland and Canada. So if you are looking for a relationship and do not or cannot give up and move for a full time relationship message me. I will see what we can arrange. I cannot and will not do a 24/7 live in. So ti works for me. I love to talk with people and see where they are at. I will not make demands of anything that you say are off limits but will push limits if asked to. Thanks for reading this and have a good day. ExxonMobil Corp has set into motion a suggestion I made to them in an email to the corporate offices. I rather laid into them for not embracing the use of hydrogen as a fuel to replace oil. Here's the response, In Baytown, Texas, they are building a chemical reactor which uses 2 componets, water and methane. There is pressure and heat applied but I can surely trust its less than the yield. The reaction produces all 8 hydrogen atoms involved. Leaving CO² which can be made solid by liquefied air. That would br dry ice as it commonly called. What this means is unlike as are told by politicians there is no power source for cars and trucks. There now is many. Composting manure will be one of those sourced, human waste both sewer and garbage. All agro byproducts even wood chips, as well as coal and other natural sources for Methane. There's a secondary win here because Methane that currently goes into the atmosphere is a serious greenhouse gas.
Hydrogen is also able to combine with Oxygen to make water and electrons. One electron per atom. This is more efficient than a battery using far less chemicals with a longer life, faster charging, and less weight allowing electric aircraft.
Let not vote our way into a Putin wet dream and kill this opportunity to have an utopia. I saw this on Reddit. thought it was a good list so sharing it here:
Lots of people talk about Red Flags, but what about green flags?
Let's talk about green flags. The things you want to recognize as a potential good partner.
1.They ask about your limits and check in on you during play.
2. They encourage you to have other friendships in the scene.
3. You can talk to them transparently in and out of dynamic
4. You have compatible kinks to play with.
5. They actively seek out enthusiastic consent.
6. They embrace the constant negotiations and renegotiation that is part of relationships
7. The lack of drama is a bit boring but really cozy. People just do not talk about the fact that healthy relationships just do not have that drama cycle.
8. They are respectful and nice to people they do not want to fuck.
9. Their ex's are not all 'crazy". Talks about exs with respect. If someone only has 'crazy' exs then I am thinking they is a crazy maker ie they are reacting to their bad behavior.
10. They are a safe driver. Shitty drivers most likely will not be safe with you either.
11. They do not shit on your interests, in fact they encourage you to develop yourself.
12. They do not ask for nudes right away.
Lately I've watched videos of people showing fake food, I've even come across some of it Myself.
But, I also question My life choice coming on this site that is now so full of fake people. They have flesh and bones yes, but no soul,
no honesty, half truths, and sometimes just down right lying losers and energy vampires.
I know I can't be the only one knowing this. I hear from men saying the same thing however , they are usually ( not always ) bullsh#ters themselves.
Yet here I am, still looking for a honest person is a sea of 1000's. Come on people, DO BETTER !
If your just looking for a play partner, say so. If you have family,property, work or a business and can't move, say so, better yet don't even write ,unless you will benefit Me.
I'm not a needy person, I do well enough on My own. I'm not looking for a certain look, body type or financial status. I don't give a sh#t.
Just because the world is going a bit crazy doesn't mean you have to.
I only want grounded honest people around Me. That's it !
I’ve been looking at what fills my messages lately—and I have questions.
Too many hollow approaches. No restraint. No awareness. No sense of tone.
Just presence without purpose.
And I don’t believe that happens in isolation.
So I’ll ask it directly—
What are you cultivating?
Because the men arriving in my space reflect the environments they’ve been allowed to exist in. If they lack restraint, if they lack discipline, if they don’t understand how to approach with intention… that didn’t come from nowhere.
That was permitted. Reinforced. Played with.
And I’m not interested in inheriting the result of that.
There’s a difference between engaging and indulging.
If you that line long enough, you create men who don’t know how to regulate themselves. Who think access is casual. Who mistake attention for acceptance.
And then they arrive… unrefined.
I find that disappointing.
Because the standard, for me, has always been clear.
The men—and women—who serve me operate at a different level. There is restraint. There is awareness. There is composure.
I don’t lower myself to meet chaos.
And I don’t invest in weakness.
So this is a challenge as much as it is a statement—
Be honest about what you’re building. Be intentional about what you encourage.
Because what you allow will always show up somewhere.
And right now… it’s showing up in my messages.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen When my ex and I were exploring BDSM and doing research, I was more attracted to the submissive role for myself. I encouraged her toward taking the Domme role, and I would be her submissive, but she wasn’t interested. I even created a website dedicated to FLR, but she wanted me to be her Dom. But, my core was really very submissive to women. Now that I am single, I am very interested in exploring my submissive side with an amazing Domme. If you would like to see the FLR website I created, it’s
http://amazingflr.byethost8.com
As usual , My inbox overflows.
There are many reasons why I may not reply to a message.
My time is limited. If I allowed it, responding to messages could be a full time job.
There have been plenty of times I have accidentally or internationally opened a message and found I wanted to reply. However, I didn't have time at that moment. Later to find the message was too far lost amongst the rest.
Recently I strolled through the pages of messages and came across a very well written message from a submissive who seemed to have potential.
If you send Me a message which is not acceptable . One which does not show respect it will surely not get a kind reply if it gets a reply at all.
If I was communicating with you and you did not comply with My demands you can assume I stopped communication.
If I was communicating with you and some time has lapsed there is a good chance your messages are lost in the masses.
If you want My attention write an amazing message to Me.
Include a respectable, recent, clear photo of yourself.
Expect to share your email address and phone number if I ask for it.
I will not text you. I will not be sharing My phone number with you, unless I decide to.
I will only ask for your phone number if I wish to interview you further via phone.
I use no apps, except whatsapp for international.
I am not here to serve you!
I expect you come to Me to serve Me. The Journal has returned which was sorely missed for so long. It now has so many conditions that are prespective viewed it's difficult to know what is allowed as non offensive. Given that this in on the edge of societal norms creating a list of what is and isn't allowed without defined definitions allows for open interpertations by all. Remember that you can't please everyone and anyone can be offended by any posting they chose to be.
As an example these items:
Othering ~ This entire Life Style choice can be viewed as othering how could anyone not be offended if it was not their definition.
Culturally insensitive or hurtful ~ What is culturally insensitive "C I" when spoken from one race to another is not when spoken to the as race. Take the use of the N word. Anyone uses it to address a person of color when they are not and it is C I and even viewed as racist. Yet when spoken between peoples in that race to another it is allowed. So the definition applies to the readers ideas and ideals which those who post have no idea of.
The same applies to hurtful tell me what every reader thinks is hurtful and I can post in a way to not be. Of course I then lose any ability to express any thoughts as they have to be muted to what can be determined as hurtful. Again another eye of the beholder issue.
Criticism of other users or lists of "Bad" users. ~ What if one of these Bad users is engaging in exactly what is prohibited in posting here. How do you warn others if not in a post with the offending message included.
You might want to ask these questions of the Web Master and see what the reply is. Of course you might well be unable to post it to your journal.
Sweet DreamsI want to see loveI want to feel it's touch me softly across face at firstI want to smell love ,the way you smell the gulf before you see itI want to treat it on my dry lips and have it hug my soulI speak of things I know cause I once felt that kind of love A warm day many years ago ,time really don't matter it is just my floating pass, things I can't touch or remember well or just the parts, that make my old world part of my new oneBut love I remember how it left the teat in my lips like salt ,not like one you get from table salt but you get when you eat something that was made with sugar and salt, fist the sweet treat and the the salt that brings you back slowlyI love being in the world where air is lighter and it is hard to keep your feet on the ground , your love songs touch you deeper and food treat better,all of this is because you feel loveYes I do love to feel that nothing can go wrong and maybe she/he feels the same , that they will see brighter colors and the would will seem cleaner , and maybe just maybe the world wants to show it all to you and can act like you're seeing it for the first time.And sometime dreams are all we have, dream it will get better,dream that someone will understand you,dream that people will stop thinking you're a fool, dreams are the one thing we can count on, they will always be there.To us when no one will not, to hug us when we need a hug and to love us no matter what.Clayborne Arno HarrisApr 11, 2019 Shutting people out is confusing to me. It was one of the very first coping mechanisms I learned early in life, and it worked well. I used it often. Or, you know, all the time. By the time I learned it wasn't healthy it was too late. In the spirit of self-improvement I put effort into salvaging relationships when I could push past my initial reaction of shutting out, which wasn't often. Much more difficult for me and against every instinct I had. Those weren't always done in a healthy or whole way, either. Ignoring things instead of addressing them, having the other person react in the opposite way of what was expected. I struggled a lot with the what and the how. I still do. Only now, circling back to shutting people out, it's acceptable and encouraged in some instances. When the hell did that happen? How do you determine when it's the right move? After years of trying to undo the shutout it feels wrong. Right, but wrong. Like I've given up. Like I'm falling back on an isolating coping mechanism. Facts are facts and they may stack the deck for motive, but I can't help but feel like I'm the emotionally stunted person using her go-to move. I think about this a lot. Is it right? Or is it just easy? 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? Being honest about myself does have drawbacks. So much rejection...
I am worthless. All I deserve is to be beaten, tortured, systematically destroyed, beaten down and used.
Then bent over and fucked, taken as long and as often as it would make someone happy to take me...then left in a pile of useless burnt out ashes, unrewarded and awash in a mass of self hatred so that I may physically feel what I feel so acutely mentally and emotionally. If your profile pic is your crotch or your butt, from any angle, clothed or not, lingerie or not, chastity or not, I will "Hide" your profile from view. I do not want to be introduced to a crotch or a butt.
If your profile pic is a bathroom mirror nude body shot, I likely will not look further. Why would I want to get to know somebody with so little sense of aesthetics, so little willingness to put in a bit of effort, so little imagination?
A profile avatar is your introduction, your first hand-shake, not a place to bare your all. Even on a kink site, we are people first. Kinky does not mean a total lack of class or style or courtesy.
A profile avatar does not have to be a face pic, it doesn't even have to be you, it just has to show something interesting about you. A hobby, a pet, a silhouette of you against a sunset, a photo you took and love. If your body doesn't belong in a fashion magazine, don't expect it to be interesting to potential partners as a first introduction. Bodies become much more attractive for many women when we get to know the person first. We are looking for more than bodies. Show us a WHOLE PERSON.
That goes for the body of the profile, too. Show us a whole person, not another horny porn-fed online wannabe without a clue. Show you know what you are talking about outside of porn, which is NOT educational. Be a real, interesting, knowledgable person.
Or do please write to somebody else. My ideal sub:older than 45(younger than this don't waste your time) educated,intelligent,sapiosexual,extremely submissive,NO KIDS.Oh and always in suits and ties on the outside while wearing c0ck cage on the inside.NOT A SMOKER. You know, today kind of sucked. My boss spent a lot of time telling me why a solution to someone else's problem was to make it my problem. In trying to solve it he then told me I wouldn't get any help or support because that creates a new problem. And then he had a problem with how I handled another situation because he thinks I overstepped my position, so he very politely let me know that I don't get to make decisions if they disagree with what someone above me has decided, even if it disregards the criteria I've put in place for my position. So in other words, do my job as long as it makes everyone else's job easier, and when it doesn't, tough shit. I'm trying to shake this off. Fuck. 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.
Hooded, cuffed, naked to the waist, he smelled the car, heard the sounds of the engine cooling.
Her smell, that too mingled with the smell of fear in his leather clad nostrils.
The door to the entrance of the townhouse was one step up and forward.
By grabbing his belt and firmly tugging, she lead him up the step. His shoes stumbled, explored and found their footing.
Softly, with a definite and solid thud, the door closed behind him.
The metallic click of the door lock was unmistakable.
An anti room perhaps.
Mud room?
Laundry room?
Utility room?
The floor was ceramic tile.
He realized it when she unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants.
Without any word of command or explanation, he felt his trousers and shorts pushed to his ankles.
He imagined her face near his naked crotch as he felt her gripping his leg and intuitively understood she wanted his shoes off and one leg at a time his trousers were gone.
Through his socks, he felt the cold hard tile.
He almost lost his balance and fell when he felt her hair brush his inner thigh as she stood up.
He felt himself shiver in the coolness of the room but trickles of sweat ran down each side of his torso from under his armpits.
Suddenly he had the urge to pee.
How would he make her understand?
Unconsciously he began to dance that childish dance of holding back the yellow stream. Covid is over and we had our first play party in two years!Our BDSM circle consists of six Master and slave couples and our family of Master James Mistress Tabitha and myself. It was more of a bondage orgy than anything else. The only rule was that no Master could fuck his own slave.As the men recovered us slaves were encouraged to lick each other into a blissful state.We thought that it was just going to be nothing but play. Master Steven came into the room with a gallon ziplock bag of peeled ginger roots. Us slaves were told to get into a circle, drop to our hands and knees and each slave was given a ginger root to insert into her slave sisters ass.If you have never had a peeled ginger root in your ass it is, well...... The truth is that you don't know if you should shit, piss or cum or do all three all at once. It is an overwhelming series of sensations. Should you decide to try this for the first time use the ginger as soon as you peel it. If you wish to make the pain almost unberable then peel the ginger root and put it in a baggie overnight first. The ginger root will "sweat" and the sensations will be greatly amplified.It was so very delightful to cuddle with my slave sisters once again.
Family is the most precious of all the worlds gifts. Family need not be by blood but just created out of love, respect and appreciation for the others in your group. We are blessed!
slave janet Having spoken to you for a few weeks now, we understand each other. Our face to face meeting is at hand.
I know what motivates your need to serve and please your man. In the vanilla world, you have confidence - or at least a veneer of confidence you maintain - but internally you feel yourself unsure, uncertain and that sometimes you just want to run away. I pick you up, dust you down with warm encouraging words, embracing you as you feel the strength of me and know I give you care and comfort.
I know you. I know your thoughts, I know your experiences and I know what you need from me. I know your hard limits and the agreed safe signals.
We share a strong connection already. We have an emotional bond and an excitement between us as we plan to become a unity, planning our homelife and talking about our values of partnership and family together.
I value your intelligence, your feminine elegance and your utter submission to me, only me. Your devotion, loyalty and eagerness to please whilst still maintaining your vanilla pride and confidence - I respect that and appreciate those qualities.
You enjoy the guidance I give you, my mentoring, the boundaries that I give you and my affection.
Soon, you will arrive. We have discussed this many times. We know what to expect of each other, and yet, there is still that excitement.
I hear footsteps approach my front door ... Gloomy weather hits me hard sometimes. (That's one.) I don't like getting wet. (That's two.) I would rather be napping on the couch with my dog. Truth be told, most days, rain or shine, I would say the same. The comforts of home draw me in like nothing else. Especially on rainy days. I used to date someone who would tell me to be careful not to melt when I left the house. My frame of reference made me think he was calling me a witch, and I wasn't sure what to make of that the first time it happened. Once I understood it was because he thought I was so sweet I must be made of sugar, well, that made the rain a little more bearable. I miss that sentiment on days like today. Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is.
Every man needs a good woman in his life. Even if she is just his friend. A good woman adds value to a mans life, no matter what capacity she serves.
If we scare you why contact us? If its a good scare it doesnt matter, you're reluctant to act on it going to the next level. Viewing our profile a dozen times, showing up on our admirers list, multiple friend requests all for absolutely nothing. This place has just gone to shit. Two of the best slaves we have ever had both were met on this site but that was many moons ago. Today there are far less connections and people finding eachother because of the nonsense thats seeped its way in. We dont say this to bash, but to hopefully slow down so much of our time being wasted. If you dont have any real intentions, if you dont have the strength to step forward simply dont contact us. Dont waste days, weeks, months of our time or the time of others. Its tiring and pathetic, get a life. THis place has really changed over time. I think the short attention span, video game generation is here. Conversations see to be few and far between. I used to really enjoy connecting with people and talking to them, but for some reason this has really changed.
How hard is it to have a nice intelligent, RESPECTFUL, on-going conversation that is made up of multiple (yes multiple) sentences.Feels more like text messaging than actual real conversation these days.
Is there anybody out there capable of a real, intensive, intersting, respectful and engaging conversation, which if goes well might lead to something more???? The Bench of Despair
Not every play party I go to has the equipment I need to do my usual scene. I've been tied to crosses and Spanish horses which can be fun. I went to one dungeon and ended up doing a scene on this unusual bondage bench. This one was tall and was meant for a bottom to lean over it and be tied to it. You could say it was a spanking bench. When I saw it I imagined myself being tied to it in a back bend position instead. The scene was so hot I found the guy who made it and ordered one for me. I called it, The Bench of Despair.
I kept it in my bedroom. It a wooden bench with a black leather covered top. There were eyebolts on the legs arranged so that any size person could be tied to it. I loved it because the top was long enough so that when I laid on it I was supported from my ass to the middle of my back. So when I did a scene on it I was tied to it in a back bend. And because it was a tall bench that meant that when I was on it, I was in the perfect position for my mouth and pussy to be used at the same time by two tops.
It is a lot of fun to be tied up in a back bend on it. I've had hot wax dropped on my stomach. I've had zippers put on me. I've been flogged on it. I would be totally immobile and helpless. I've had many tops use me on that thing. But there was one drawback.
The human body is not made to be stretched backwards like that for a long time. I'm a strong girl with a six pack. I'm athletic and flexible. But after a long time in that position your body gets used to it and you're frozen that way. I literally am not able to get off that thing without help. I've had people watch me do a scene on it and oh wow that looks hot I want to try that. But when the scene is over and I look like I'm paralyzed they change their minds.
You read people's journals and profiles and you read that some slaves and subs fantasize about being in bondage for long periods of time and as someone who had that same fantasy let me say this. It's a fantasy. The human body is not made for permanent bondage or long periods of torture. You think you can be tied spread eagle to a bed or other position for the night?
Prove me wrong.
August 22, 2024 - Pennsylvania Red and something new !
Pennsylvania Red came over for a visit. I recently thought about how I give my guys their nicknames. In this case, his name on one of the hookup sites has the word "RED"in it, and he drives all the way from Pennsylvania. So, today we're talking about "Pennsylvania Red."
Today I was wearing only a jockstrap when he arrived. He stripped in the garage, with the garage door standing wide open. He put his clothing in a milk carton near the entrance door to the house. The milk carton case has a sign on it saying, "Useless pieces of human flesh should strip naked and leave their clothing here before coming inside."
As expected, he came in completely naked. I was leaning back in my chair watching porn and I beckoned him over where he got a nice whiff of my nasty dirty jockstrap. I told him to lick my cock through the jockstrap. Eventually I pulled my cock out the side of the jockstrap and started forcing him deep onto my cock. I laughed each time he gagged.
After a while of having my cock sucked in my lounge chair, I said let's set upstairs where I can be more comfortable. I laid on my back in bed and tucked my cock back inside the nasty jockstrap. He started licking and chewing at my cock through the dirty jockstrap. Eventually I pulled it to the side again so he could suck on my cock again. I grabbed him by the back of the head and pushed him down deep on my cock. He was having a good day at cocksucking. I was definitely enjoying it. Occasionally I would lock my hand behind his head and buck my hips up into his throat. I could feel his slobber and drool coating the jockstrap and my balls. This was great, add some more scent to the jock strap for the next guy.
I just laid back and enjoyed him working on my cock. It felt wonderful. I reached up and grabbed my camera and snapped a few pictures of his mouth bobbing up and down on my cock. He wasn't wearing a hood today so I can't share those pictures, but I do enjoy viewing them privately.
At this point my head was at the top of the bed, my feet at the bottom. He was at the bottom of the bed facing upward toward my cock. I wanted to play with his ass so I told him to shift around to the side, still kneeling on the bed, with my cock in his mouth. I wanted to make his ass available to my right hand. He knows that I love to play with his ass. When he suckis sucking my cock, there is nothing more fun than digging and grinding in his ass with my fingers. I keep forgetting to bring a fuck toy to bed with me. Next time I'm going to have to fuck him deep and hard with a rubber toy, maybe even a vibrating toy, as he sucking and choking on my cock.
I put some lube on my fingers and found his hole. It was tight as usual. But I sunk two fingers as deep as I could into his ass with a quick thrust. He let out a muffled howl on my cock as I assaulted his hole. I started fucking his ass with my fingers quite rapidly. And without warning I slipped a third finger in. He wasn't lubed or loose enough for the addition of the third finger and he let out quite a yelp. I yanked my fingers out and shoved two back in him. I quickly found his prostate again and started harassing it with my fingers. I took my left leg and looped over the back of his neck and used my leg muscles to trap my cock in his mouth. I started finger fucking his ass hard again. He was whimpering. I was being rough today. I loved it. I'm not sure if his whimpering sounds were good or bad but I didn't care.
With my leg looped up over his neck trapping him onto my cock, I started swatting his ass with my greasy hand. It made hard contact. I switched from one cheek to the other knowing that they were stinging and turning red with each additional smack. In this position his hole was still spread wide open as I smacked his ass. So occasionally, between smacks, I would shove my fingers up into his ass, just to hear him grunt and then I would start spanking him again.
Then instead of spanking him on the left cheek or the right cheek, I smacked him right on his hole. He let out a painful moan. It made my cock throb inside his mouth. My leg was still latched over his neck so he couldn't get away from me even though he tried. I smacked right onto his tender hole over and over. Smacking a few times and then finger fucking him. Smacking a few times and finger fucking him hard and deep again and again.
I relaxed my leg and let him come up for some air as I got that third finger back into his ass. As he was gulping for air trying to catch his breath, he was almost crying from the pain of the third finger in his hole. But I was in "a mood," I really didn't care, not at all. I was enjoying it today.
READ THE ENTIRE STORY AT HTTPS://SirKel.topdeebee is now known as Gigi LaBoome online. she is fully vaccinated from Covid and also fully retired. she is fully owned slave of Mistress Jewels.
Nov 2021 Some people smhSo this guy contacts me, supposedly part of a Dom couple, with condolences saying he's sorry Master James passed away. Many have done that and I thank yoiu all for your kind thoughts, words and prayers.But this one guy then wants pictures, I say that I'm still happily owned by Mistress Tabitha and frankly we don't pass out pictures to strangers.He then says he wants g rated pictures and I remind him that my headshots from my younger days when I was trying to become a model are on my profile as well as a few that are more reresentative of my current age. I also politely inform him for about the fifth time that I am NOT interested in him and he should be on his way.Now he's angry and tells me that the pictures are too pretty to be me. I need to send him a nude while holding a sign with his name on it to prove that I'm real or he will declare me a fake! LOLLook at my profile. I CLEARLY state that I'm owned and not looking. Why would a fake tell people not to waste time chatting with her or sending her pictures?My guess is that there is an angry 14 year old boy out there with a bottle of his mommies hand lotion looking for love! LOL There is a certain refinement to restraint. I practice it daily. One learns, with time, that composure is far more unsettling than complaint. I am, by inclination, a devoted soul—selectively so. Devotion is not the frantic offering of attention; it is a measured gift, bestowed where presence, consistency, and intention actually reside. Anything less feels dreadfully untidy. I have spent enough years in these spaces to recognize patterns without needing a diagram. Experience has sharpened my eye and dulled my patience for theatrical ambiguity. One doesn’t hunt red flags anymore—they appear on their own, waving politely, hoping to be mistaken for décor. I am not troubled by silence. Silence can be deliberate, even powerful. What does amuse me—quietly, of course—is absence paired with conspicuous visibility elsewhere. One can only be “otherwise occupied” for so long before the choreography gives itself away. Multitasking is admirable, but clarity remains preferable. A submissive observes. She does not rush. She does not plead for coherence. She notes, she assesses, and—when necessary—she withdraws her attention with impeccable manners. Confusion is not mystique. It is merely poor communication wearing a better outfit. If I kneel, it will be with certainty. If I offer devotion, it will be to steadiness, not spectacle. Until then, I remain poised, discerning, and faintly entertained. Devoted, yes. Naïve, no. == Results from bdsmtest.org ==
93% Submissive
89% Degradee
78% Rope bunny
77% Exhibitionist
72% Experimentalist
64% Primal (Prey)
61% Brat
55% Voyeur
53% Masochist
50% Slave
45% Pet
41% Non-monogamist
31% Switch
26% Vanilla
0% Ageplayer
0% Boy/Girl
I am less and less impressed with doms on this site. I keep seeing all these profiles about "there are so many game players!!!" and "I'm looking for something REAL!!!"..."I don't tolerate LIARS!!!"
So ok...you're intolerant of game players, sick of liars. I tell you the truth. I am right up front with the good, the bad, the ugly. You can read through my journal and see that. I understand I am not anyone's idea of physical perfection. I've stated that over and over again. So we get to a certain point, you're impressed with how much I seem to understand the role of a sub/slave...and then...despite this, boom...you suddenly ghost. No explanation, no response...just. ghost.
I understand that you're playing the role of the big bad dom and you have to maintain this BS, including a first email saying something like "KNEEL SLAVE!!" right off the bat instead of a "hey...how are you? Nice profile...etc." However, it's simple human decency..."I'm sorry, you're very cool, but I don't feel like you're something I'm looking for." Especially after a slew of messages back and forth.If you're tired of liars and game players, then don't be one of the fools lying or playing games and wasting peoples' time and emotions. Most will never understand a true slave especially what life made me.
I have existed for others and sacrificed for so many. I have served in so many ways in the lifestyle and in the military going to Austere environments facing the darkness and trying to save others. I was born with skill sets and still tried to find redemption after 12 deployments and then my 13th in ukraine with the Ukraine Foreign Legion till getting injured twice and being forced back stateside.
A slave exists because another wills you to exist. rate this scenario was I to hard ..to soft ..or just right on the girl
Here is the scenario that could take place.
I arrive knock on the door. you open the door. Wearing only a robe open in the front, just as I requested. Upon entering I look you up and down, and smile with admiration. you lower your eyes to the ground, then walk to the corner behind the door and stand there facing the wall as I had ordered the girl to do. I stand behind you, reach around and cup your breasts and squeeze them in my hand. I squeeze them harder I feel a moan escape lips. I drop one of my hands down between your legs and feel that your moist, but I do not insert a finger. I grab your hair by your neck and turn you around a face me. I say "hello, the SAFE WORD IS RED" do you understand what the safe word is for? You nod that you do. upon hearing this I give your nipples are hard pinch, then I raise my hand and slap each tit once. You you jumped at the surprise. I watch as the red sets in...... "From now in I expect you to fulfill my request, even if I say you have the option oh saying No. Yes you do have the option to say no, but does not mean I will stop right away..but I will stop ... do you understand, you know why this is happening?" You nod yes.. "I want to hear you acknowledge that you understand " "yes Sir I understand Sir" you reply meekly I step back behind you and I raise my belt and it lands with a smack on you sexy ass. "count them for me" I order you You count "one" The second lands a little harder You count 2 The third lands harder You count 3 On the fourth I hear you inhale, You hesitate then I hear 4 the fifth to the tenth are the same intensity as the fifth. I pause to admire the red setting in to you cheeks. Your doing good I say to you. "We are half way done, unless you pull away or use your hands to shield you pretty red ass" I tell you I pause to admire the red setting in to you cheeks. Do you understand? I ask you you reply nervously "Yes Sir, I understand" upon hearing this I swing my belt harder than the first 10 had been. Your raise on your toes but hang on to the table. "11" I strike again just as hard, you g "12" "your doing good" I tell you,as I run my hand softly over your cheeks and feel the warmth "spread your legs and hold very still. " I tell you sternly you spread your legs. I feel you open wider as your feel my fingers pushing past your wet pussy. a moan escapes your lips as my finger makes contact your clit. I run my fingers down your clit and insert the tips into your wet open willing cunt. I hear you take a deep breath. I withdraw my fingers and run them down and them up to your ass. I rub your pussy juices on the outside of your asshole. you tense up, "relax" I say then I step back, and without warning I surprise you with the 13th swat you jump, almost letting almost pulling away "Don't" I warn "count" I tell you I deliver the last few swiftly "20" you say with relief I tell you keep your eyes on the floor and bring me a glass of water to drink you go bring me the water. I walk over to a chair and sit down. come let me see the wonderful red ass of yours my girl you do as told, I run my hand softly over it, being very gentle Now sit by my side on the ..... AcadaMay CFNM Party Dates
For years women have been sexually objectified in magazines, on social media and in daily life. But what happens when the rôles are reversed, what happens when the tables are turned and men are objectified by women?
Most alternative events objectify women, but there is one particular event that reverses the rôles. This is the Clothed Female, Naked Male party. CFNM by definition gives the power back!
If you wish to attend any of the events please do contact me here to be sent details about where to apply.
AcadaMay CFNM Ladies Tea Party
When: Saturday 02 November
Time: 4pm
AcadaMay CFNM Couples Tea Party
When: Saturday 16th November
Time: 4pm
If each of us knew how much time we had allocated,
perhaps we could play around with it.
But we don’t.
Believing tomorrow to be a guarantee,
is the biggest mistake we make.
Not seizing every day like the gift that it is,
is the biggest risk we take.
Waste time wisely
Time spent in rest, joy, company and kindness,
is never wasted.
As for the rest, just do it.
You won’t regret the things you tried and failed at,
but you will regret a life spent waiting.
Waiting for anything is a dangerous game because there is no guarantee the conditions will ever be just right.
Those who wait, wait..
but you,
you have a life to live.
Right here, right now. Femdom should be about finding joy and pleasure in a dynamic that suits you and your partner(s). Not about fixing a sub's sexism- not that it would work anyways.
Most people I've talked to say that their desire for femdom predates knowledge of femdom, or of sexual arousal. While some people may have a more concrete "I'm into femdom because of a specific reason" most people I interact with like it because they like it. Vanilla people don't have to have reasons to like vanilla sex. Here's another note.
My bodily fluids are off limits so if you want to control them and not even negotiate it then you may as well say goodbye. Also telling me you want me to give up complete control right away when I walk into a room is just a huge red flag to me. I don't care if you have pictures of you doing this kind of thing to others it's not for me and sometimes those pictures make me hugely uncomfortable. Please for the love of go READ MY PROFILE!!!!
Do not just skim through it and my interests/limits if you really want to potentially be my Dom you have to read the whole thing, I will certainly know by your questions if you don't. Demons
We all have them .Just some are better at hiding them. Or think they are.WE choose what to do with the ones INSIDE us.The ones we see everyday.You can't hide them for long.We learn to deal as we get older and perhaps they go away. O just find a better hiding spot That not just little things make them show there ugly horns.Perhaps Our loved ones help with keeping the triggers away. Who really knows.Till you've tried on the shoes make sure that you can walk in them ESPICALY if there NOT your shoes.The demons in ones head can choke a priest.Med ya say? WHY I say?Groundings oneself can help. Meditation can as well. BUT do the demons ever go away completely?Sure when one is dead and gone maybe.How we deal is what makes US STRONGER.Take my hand and I'll help all I can.Without hurting myself of course .May the goddess and gods guide and help you be at peace within oneself.( By KA) me
Among the minority within the class of submissives to whom slavehood is a vocation and slavery the ultimate goal, many are happily collared. Many, many more, however, are not. They are still waiting for their One, the master or mistress to whom they can give their lives completely, their submission totally, and their consent unconditionally. Commendable though this patience might be, the waiting can appear more than just a little frustrating at times. What does one do when every fibre of one's being is screaming for submission, while one has not yet found the person to whom such total submission seems right and natural?
If you belong in this group, or if you are simply biding your time for any one of many perfectly legitimate reasons, there is in fact something you can do. You can spend the waiting time "preparing" yourself. Note the quotation marks, however. There is a distinction here that is vitally important to make. You are not doing this for "the One to come", you are doing it for you. Why? Because if you do it for "the One to come" you run the very real risk of ending up worshipping an idol of your own creation with which no dominant, no matter how good, stands a snowball's chance in hell of competing. Instead of preparing yourself for "the One to come", consider it improving your own marketability.
Most of it is a matter of common sense. You probably already know what dominants generally tend to look for. Some of it you'll have down pat. Ignore that and get the other areas up to specs, then work on improving the whole. Have you noticed that when people want to say something offensive, they often start by saying 'no offence, but...'? It's as if they think they make their offensive words more acceptable by saying that they don't want to offend, and that they're therefore immune from the consequences. Sometimes, too, people use humour to disguise meanness. It seems there's a hidden agenda, and it surly adds to being uncertain about the true meaning . An honest conversation always should be held amongst us. Just an observation and found it comical. So a bit ago I posted about my weightloss and gettting back in shape journey with a new record for myself, 2 dead lift reps of 265 pounds... well, today I beat that record with 285 pounds for one dead lift.
for those just joining, this is only impressive because I have heart failure and was told I'd never be able to do this...
It's actually impressive that I am even doing this as I never saw myself doing let alone enjoying it... Seduced by the similarities, but buggered by the differences
This was a phrase I coined while leading a business initiative for an Australian company trying to bring their product into the UK. It ended up being one of the most stressful chapters of my career.
At first glance, everything looked aligned:
The same (or at least similar) language
A shared business need
Comparable economic environments
And so on
But as we got deeper into the work, the differences began to surface:
Cultural and attitudinal mismatches between the people involved
Regulatory goals that didn’t quite line up
Different interpretations of seemingly simple terms like “independent”
Very different ways of handling conflict
And more little surprises
The stress built, and eventually the whole thing collapsed—not with a dramatic bang, but with the slow, weary “death by a thousand cuts” that happens when one key player refuses to acknowledge problems that have become impossible to ignore.
Why bring this up here? Because there’s a striking parallel in the world of trying to find a compatible partner in BDSM. It’s incredibly easy to see a profile—someone calling themselves a submissive or a slave, someone listing their likes and dislikes—and think, “Ah, promising match!” We assume we know what they mean. We assume they know what they mean. But that’s not always the case. Something that feels wonderful at the start can hit speed bumps quickly as tiny cracks appear and widen. Tension rises, misunderstandings multiply, and… well, you can guess the rest.
Finding a truly compatible, sustainable partner can feel a bit like throwing a dart blindfolded from 100 yards away and hoping to hit the bullseye.
And yet, we’re all still here trying. So on some level, we must believe the effort is worth it. I just spent a solid five minutes trying to fit the charging cord into my recently new vibrator and started to panic when it wasn't fitting. No amount of cramming, jamming, or slamming worked (that's what she said). Quickly flipping through all the scenarios in my head as the anxiety started to rise; Customer service? What in the world would that conversation sound like??? Awkward return? Repurchase? Get the rose that everyone is in awe of? A girl has needs, yo. None of those are going to help me tonight. And then I examined the end of the vibrator. Turns out that little hole was the wrong one. Let that be a lesson to you. Make sure you put it in the right hole or you might end up replaced by the rose. 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. Her OK Space is a place where she is just getting a chance to be, be herself, be friends, be play-partners or be aware of her changing needs. She feels a change as she floats around having new experiences and enjoying all her new friendships. She no longer feels the need to be protected or guided by a hand. She was mostly into the strict Daddy-Master TPE type of dynamic but she is deciding not to look for that dynamic right now. She has decided to let herself grow and embrace new experiences, new people, and different kinds of play. Her play before was only about pleasing her Master but now she is deciding to venture out and play for herself. That selfish bitch, Yup she is but ethically so..... What makes it different for her is, doing it for the experience of something that catches her eye and is offered not in a service-type dynamic but because she wants to play with the person that has offered. It can be equated with flicking your own bean for the first time for the ladies but for the men, the first-time masturbating is your example. She has always held back until a connection was formed thinking that it would eventually happen but in most cases it never did. She missed out on many great opportunities because of wanting to stay in her comfort zone. She was addicted to safe and secure relationships because there was less chance of getting truly hurt. She was wrong and now reflaspects and decides to move forward dancing and full of life. A thirst for adventure, a thirst for experience, and an appetite for fun. She has decided that if any type of relationship forms it will be because it organically came about not because of need but want. She will fill her need herself. She is happy in her OK Space, a space for her to explore, a space for different opportunities, and a place where she holds her wheel and drives for a bit.... limitless ( with the exception of her hubby that is....). He holds complete power over her so he will keep her poised and somewhat balanced. I've been following the discussion about the idea behind sexuality, gender roles, and gender of the Gods as it relates to those who worship the spirit of nature. One thing that need to be clear is that when it comes to the spirit world according to most religious traditions (paganism included) gender is a characteristic of the physical world. Granted that we all conceive the divine according to cultural patterns that shapes our understanding of what and how the Gods relate to this world. One important characteristic comes from the way we choose to relate and express intimacy with each other and by extension to the divine. If we assume that the divine realm is an ever present reality then when we perform any duty or activity they are infused with that numinous quality that elevates everything to the realm of perfection. Having said that, our sexuality which is as they say "an accident of the flesh" attract the Gods as a way of communing and partaking of that that is universal. I we establish a divine relationship with the God of nature let's then look at nature to guide us in ascertain the true nature of the God. In nature the diverse ways in which sexuality is expressed provides a canvas to see that the God is at times active, at times passive, and at times neither.
Male to male sex is a show of strength on a different power stream. One partner is the guiding energy and and the other is the guided energy. Both partake of the divine order of things. So that was divided becomes one in the union of both forces mating. Who is then the divine? Both are because the God moves freely from the phallus to the receiving vessel and back uniting what was broken into a divine whole. The idea of Top or Bottom is foreign to divine; love and bliss is its true nature. Unity is the key to that that makes us human, sex and fulfillment. Then the God is neither a Top or a Bottom he becomes what his lover wants him to be at that glorious moment in which orgasm elevates our humanity to the realm of eternity. No one stays around for long. This is the famous words, I hear: "I don't think I can relocate after all, have lived here all my life" "I need some space to clear my head, it's not you, I am just so confused" "I can't get you out of my head, I tried by not talking to you and it just made me want to talk to you more, I just want to be with you, but I am so confused,"
And in all of this?? "It's NOT you!" What else am I suppose to think?
BOYS have your ducks in a row, BEFORE a Mistress spends time directing you, with her words and stories, to begin the molding of your spirit to her will. That is just a small example of what I have gotten. This is also why a Mistress usually talks to several boys at the same time. I had a lot of down time today cause I was on a flight and my monitor wasn't working so....first world problems, but anyways....I feel like food and music are universal languages. They have this power to transport you to a moment in time, often something significant in your life linked to a song or a certain meal. Regardless of where we came from or how we got there, you can always relate to someone on those levels.
So what's one of those meals or songs that transports you? Why?
A Veteran is someone who at one point in their life wrote a blank check payable to the United States of America for an amount up to and including, their life. That is beyond honor and there are way too many people in this country who no longer remember that fact. Copy and paste this to your journal if you are a Veteran,... know a Veteran, Love a Veteran, or Support the Troops! May God Bless Them All!!
I lost my voice a week ago, and am still recovering from it.
I attended a street fair yesterday with a friend: between gesturing, my smartphone, and her I managed to communicate with others when necessary, but I agree: if this keeps up for much longer, I may need to learn sign language.Still, it was lovely to just have a last minute adventure. It's been a while. I Wonder Who We Are...
I often look at myself thru the eyes of my mind. Who do I **think** I am? Who do I want to be? Who am I? What am I?
I wonder how many others take the time to self-reflect like this? I try to do this weekly.
Sometimes late at night as I bask in the quiet night’s arms I find my mind drifting to the day gone by. I replay the days events and scrutinize my actions at times.
TODAY, did I live my life to my best potential? The gift of life I was given is a treasure that we so often under value. It's easy to get caught up in the daily struggles that inflict us as we sometimes dredge thru the day thankful it's over. Guilty! After all we are all human.
In a world filled with hate, selfishness, struggles and woes sometimes its all we can do not to scream. Allow a blood curling sound to exit our lungs, travel up our throats picking up momentum as it exits our lips with a shiver echoing thru the darkness to find no respite.
A primal sound that perhaps evolved from our primal ancestors to never develop or change in the millions of years gone by.
Signaling our frustrations and every other imaginable negative energy that exists within us today. As we yearn to release it all allowing them to somehow be absorbed into the cosmos, never to return. A cry for help perhaps? Perhaps.
Perhaps it's just an evacuation of all that we resent exiting us hoping we can fill the vacancy with the positive. I like to think that's the case with me. But as I look around each day, looking for positive energy, from my fellow man I am left starving. Wanting to see more beauty I can absorb to act as my muse. Guiding me to be a better me as it motivates me to want to feed love back into the world.
But alas, it has become a daunting task. Disappointment abounds the empty caverns of my heart and mind. Have we become so shallow as a society that the only thing that now defines us is instant and momentary self gratification? Often at the expense of others. Is this what thousands of centuries of evolution has led us to? NAY I say! Not I today!
Unable to find it readily at the hand of my two legged peers I turn to nature. I find myself being blindly led to the pasture where my four legged friends reside. I hear their whinnies as they see me approaching. Running towards me anxious to see me. Besides me walks my fury four legged best friend. My canine soul mate who has dedicated his life to unselfishly and unconditionally love me. To never leave me no matter what I do or how I treat him. He is bound for life to me.
Arriving closer to the gate a thunderous echo of stampeding hooves envelopes the air. Filling my ears with its roar as it approaches closer.
Standing on the lush green carpet of grass I am surrounded by these four legged majestic creatures that so easily could do me harm. My smaller companion eyeing them carefully under his protective gaze.
Wet nuzzles against my hands searching for treats. This action is common place here. All fighting for my attention as there are so many and I am only but one. The creative one among the group, finding no need to challenge the rest for the position of my hands. He quietly walks up behind me. I am made aware of his presence among the distraction as I feel rubbing against my back. His side turned head using my back as a scratching post to satisfy his itch?
No my friends that is not the self centered case of this half ton creature. He is saying, "Daddy I am here. I missed you. Where have you been?" He is most certainly not the alpha but nor is he the omega. He falls somewhere in between the alphabetically defining realm of personality letters.
Turning to let him know I acknowledge his presence with rubs I manage just a few. The other horses quickly pushing him away to look to my moving hands for what they desire. Treats and rewards to fill their already fat full bellies. Yet he stands alone a mere stones toss away watching.
Reaching into my pockets I retrieve a handful of treats. Allowing the surrounding herd to acknowledge them with their keen sense of smell I toss them in the opposite direction of my inamorato who stands there with no desire to chase such petty treats. The rest of the herd now busy vying to retrieve the hand tossed delicacies he approaches me. I hold his head against me with love and affection. It is as much his fuel as it is my own. I turn to exit, followed at a respectable distance by my adoring and adored friend.
Holding it open signaling him the permission he seeks to exit the field and the others who physically resemble him.
As the three of us stand there, me enjoying and soaking up the moment, I can't help but observe. Acknowledging and absorbing the actions that just took place. My plotted journey observed and responded to. The actions and reactions as I entered. The easily manipulated distraction I created that all but one fell prey to.
His dedication to follow me outside his defined boundaries and the company of the others physically like him who have near matching DNA.
His choice to leave the safety of his peers signals to me that he finds safety and comfort in my company. His trust in me that I always have and always will be his caregiver, his provider, his protector fills my now empty heart.
The many journeys we have traveled together since his birth are safely tucked away in my mind. Easily retrieved to reminisce upon when needed. As I stand there admiring this majestic creature of God before me my mind retrieves from the filing cabinet labeled with his name. Quickly sorting thru day 3 of his birth begins to play.
He is laying curled upon a stack of hay within a stall of the barn. His protective mother standing guard over him. Her ears pinned back warning anyone that intends to do him harm to stay away. Her eyes soften and ears relax as she recognizes me as the source of the sound. Carefully not to startle the sleeping foal I slowly approach. His mother content with who the human visitor is allows me safe passage.
I find myself first sitting next to him admiring his beauty. Astounded by the miracle of birth that he is. His soft breathing seen in the way the straw beneath his nose moves back and forth as he inhales and exhales so gently. Leaning in closer to touch him I look at his guardian looking down at me as if silently asking for her permission to get closer. When I see no warnings of alarm in her I move my hand gently running it across his neck.
His days old fur so soft I am jealous not to have something as comforting as this to sleep upon myself. He releases a soft sigh as if finding comfort in my loving strokes.
Now realizing that the submissive love his mother has given me extends to the trust of her new born, I inch closer. Soon I find myself laying along side his tiny body. Curled up next to him I drape an arm over him. Another soft sudden exhale of breath reaches my ears. Is he communicating his pleasure in feeling my warm body against? Is he capable of such a thought process?
I lay there for what feels like hours pressed against him. Only to realize as he begins to finally stir that it’s only been 10 minutes by my watches time.
Emancipated from this world lost in head space I return the the physical by his movement.
He turns his head, in what seems to be, a search to find the source of his sighs. I softly look into his eyes hoping he can peer into my own and see the love and adoration I have for him. THAT moment etched in my mind forever more NEVER to be lost or forgotten.
Slowly he rises as if not to harm me and stands over my still prone form. I find my heart overflowing with love. If only I could find this form of love in my own breed. His mother content that no harm will befall him under my watch, complete and loyal trust bestowed upon me finds comfort in our bond to now lay down herself.
Obviously exhausted by the ritual of birth and having to provide protection to her child. Her 1400 lb mass taking up much of the stall but careful not to invade my space.
Suddenly I find myself lost in thought.
Who do I think I am? Who do I want to be? Who am I? What am I? To THEM.
A brushing against my calf returns me to the world of today as the drawer filled memories are closed. In the universe of my mind I lost a momentary connection to this plane of existence.
My canine comrade standing now by my side waiting for direction. He looks at me then glances to the tack room and back at me. As if he is asking me, in the best way he knows, “Are we going for a ride?” my eyes look down at him as I rub his head. “Not today good boy. Today daddy just needed affirmation to who he is. My hearts full again. Thank you.”
“Go get him and let’s go back in. Daddy has work to do.”
Doing what he’s been taught to do under my caring tutelage he bounds off to bring back my blessed 4 legged gift. A simple double click from me, seeing his adopted brother heading his way, he knows its time to go back. With the look of a bowed head he walks to me as I rub his face and ears. I whisper in his ears, “Good boy.” As if content to hear these words he heads for the gate.
Opening the gate I let him return to his pasture mates where he looks like just another horse.
“Come on dog. Daddy has to go search for someone! “ he says as he turns to go back into the house.
Because now I know who and what I am. I know what I was meant to be. I'm hesitant to update my profile. There's a few things that need changed, and a few more that need added. I wonder how long it will take to be approved... If I seemingly ignore you, keep chatting anyway, because I may be unable to respond. Updates:
Reiterate that Hubby is a platonic friend, not a kink, sex, or D/s partner
Political ideology matters. Drumpf=no, nuh-uh, hell naw
Sub/slave skill bonus for repairing fence, organizing online selling
Can't meet w/in 6 weeks, don't bother until you are. (Maybe 8 for holidays?)
Be realistic!! No, you can't completely escape the Real World by being a slave in my Home. I'm not going to kidnap you and/or lock you in a cage, even if you beg and plead. That's foolish, unrealistic, and would be irresponsible for me to do. We each have to be accountable to some degree. That's for your protection and mine. (If you don't understand this, ask.)
May have The Form™️ online soon. Wish me luck! lol
Masturbated for the first time in a while, and omg it was the best cum I've had in along time. I don't usually use a dildo, and it never fully fits so....lol But omg with my bullet it was the best things since slice bread as they say...lol With everything going on these days I just haven't felt like doing anything, but I think I'm good for now....lol
My thoughts and understanding between the difference between a sub and a slave. Yes, everyone thinks that a slave has no rights. They are property. I view slavery as the utmost form of submission. When a sub says to her dom or master "please own me." What the slave is meaning is that she has such trust in her dom that she trusts him with her life. Not only physically, but psychologically as well. She knows that any decsions that her "owner" makes is in the best interests of the slave. This subsmission should not be taken lightly but after a high degree of trust is earned. That trust has to be mutual or the relationship will suffer.
Basic Rules
1. The sub/slave will address all men as Sir or other appropiate title within the BDSM lifestyle, All women will be addressed as Mistress or other appropiate title within the BDSM lifestyle. If agreed too all vanilla men and women will be refered to as sir or ma'am.
2. The sub/slave wil report any changes to health physical or mental.
3. The sub/slave will commincate any concerns, requests, or desires in an honest and respectful manner as well as keep a journal and make one entry per day in the journal and will present the journal for review weekly.
4. The sub/slave when entering the houshold shall remove all clothing and present herself naked for inspection. Once inspected she is to remain naked or dress in appropiate clothing as directed.
5. The sub/slave will accept any restriction as agreed too including mental or physical bondage.
6. The sub/slave will adhere to all protocols, modes of speech, positions as agreed too. All positions must be done in a graceful manner.
7. The sub/slave will accept any discipline and punishment as agreed too and realize that thisis a corrective action to aid her in her journey of submission.
8. The sub/slave shall perform any sexual service as agreed too, unless there is a health issue that would prevent her from performing that sexual service.
9. The sub/slave shall perform any domestic service as agreed too, unless there is a health issue that would prevent her from performing that domestic service.
10. A collared sub/slave shall honor her collar and not engage in any activity that would dishonor her collar, herself, or her dom/master. 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.
I'm vacinated and boosted, but that doesn't mean I'm just going to hop on a plane and sweep you up out of your life.
a- that's stupid. You probably have work and friends and a life (or at least I would hope you would)
b- distance is my #1 problem factor. I genuinely want to play with someone here, in my nice playspace, not in a hotel room.
c- COVID is still a thing and I'm not looking to take my chances. If I do travel, it's by car or train these days unless it's for work. Having a nice and quiet chill day for a change. Netflix and music, people in general just seem to be irritating to me these days. Kinda hard though when you're horny and people just seem to be replusive with their self entitilment attitudes. At times I feel like I'm better suited for slave, but yet someone still independent you know. But I swear some can be so freaking irritating. So many things going through my mind right now. My mind just seems to be on fire, if only I can be the anonymous encounter type of person. Just f someone up and go. There's like a fear there that if that side is ever unleashed.... And just like that, its time to start packing. The house sold within the first week of being listed. Once again the Universe has chosen to show favor towards me. I have lived in VA all of my life except 1 year, the year after my divorce when I moved to MD. Now, I am headed to Philadelphia PA.
Sorta funny considering I have spent the last 20 years of my life traveling throughout different parts of western PA to attend swingers parties and go to a few clubs in that area. Have always wondered what it would be like to live in an area where there is a swinger's club within driving distance of my home. Never did I imagine that I would one day move to PA and then Philadelphia at that.
There at least 3 swingers clubs and 1 bdsm club within a 30 min drive of my new place in PA. Not sure how long I will be there but it will definitely be fun. 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... 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. I will probably be getting a kidney transplant by the end of the year. I have a PD catheter in right now. But that doesn't mean i cant play. I don't want to be seen as weak and fragile. I'm young and horny and enjoy being played with. It's just been so hard finding someone to connect with that is at least close by. I still live with my over baring mother who knows shit about kink BDSM. Can't host here. Working on building an addition on sid of house for myself can have roommate latter on or full time relationship is dream goal. I just want a true partner that likes what i like and understands. Live a normal couple life but with BDSM to enhance the relationship. I need love, i need dicipline, they go hand in hand. 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. I was getting my chores done to slowly last weekend and am being punished.Sunday night I recieved 20 strikes to the sole of each foot and must crawl instead of walk until this coming Sunday.I am allowed to stand to load and unlod that washer dryer dishwasher etc. But I must crawl at all other times.Mistress Tabitha had fun today following me as she made me crawl several laps around the inside of the house slapping my on my bottom and even my cunnie lips as she said "hurry up puppy, hurry up".Not walking for a week is MUCH more difficult than I imagined. Hilarious
The amount of people on here who talk to you like your already best mates, meeting down the pub for a drink after a hard days grind at work is in my opinion ridiculous
If your going to upen a conversation, drop the "how are you" pleasantries and just spit out what you want.
Not everyone is here just to have sex with you, we're not mind readers and when we ask the "What do you want" question and get blanked, do you actually think that makes a great impression? Oh no sacrilege, I used the banned word.......... banned in the male brain that is
THINK this has gone beyond obssisive. 1 play session, ONE! probobly nearly a decade ago. sparadic but basic human courtiousy texts for a few years, then a decleration. that was unwanted, desprate,and frightening. both the men i respect and care for in the world forbid me from further comunication. two years i have ignored this person not responded to a single message. and now that i know my Master is going to leave, he thinks i will break my promise to both my husband and my Master? does he think that just because my Madter leaves my husband will be fine with me seeung a clearly obsessed man? no . i do not feel the same as this person, this scares me, this makes me angry, this makes me question if the lifestyle is worth it any more. i have been aproached by a convicted seriel killer once befor , ( the kc master/ slave killer) and listening to my gut kept me out of a barrel. this feels worse Well the fuckery is working like it should. I am beyond exhausted now. My physical body is shutting down hard.
Rheumatoid arthritis is the new possible diagnosis.
The other options are MRSA (which I have ) and /or osteomyelitis.
So my options are crappy so time to rest and heal.
I really appreciate all the help from everyone out there
I wish people would read my journals before they message me.
time to rest and heal .
Sadly my iMac has crashed causing loss of all the unsaved data. I have taken my iMac to a recovery. They took a nominal fee up front, but, told me there would be a $2,800.00 fee if they recovered the data, but, no fee if they failed. I had them go ahead. They turned out to be a front, agency. I told them to proceed with the recovery.They kept it for a while then wanted an additional $500.00, over and above the amount they promised to not exceed, to continue with the rescue effort. I told them to return my hard drive to me. Now I am looking for an honest data recovery service. Does anybody know of a reliable honest data recovery service? I have come to the conclusion that there are some ignorant barely educated people on this site that are not worth speaking to. For example one informed me that the UK owed the US so much money that they owned our Crown Jews and there was a sign behind them saying "On loan for the USA" the rules here stop me form printing my responce.
Another informed me that "If I drive for two hours I am still in my State if you drive for two hours you in another Country" poor uneducated souls I pity them. What are the origins of My interest in the Master/slave dynamic? That's a question I have asked Myself many times and still find the answer elusive. Was it all those sword and sandal films I watched with the muscle bound men in chains? Or is it something deeper that drew me to those films and all the other images of lesser men serving a Superior? As humans, I believe we are drawn to others that confirm what we know is true about ourselves, My involvement in training and developing slave minds and bodies dates back to the mid 1990's. I was newly out in My mid 30's and drawn to the darker edges of the gay community I was exploring. I began to notice a man watching me in the leater/levi bar I had started frequenting. The man was not physically attractive but his intensity interested Me. I was curious. Asking others brought a common warning, "he's a werido stay away". I continued to ignore and then finally one day he spoke to me. his first word to Me was "Sir".
More later......
As Elise Sutton, a well-known FLR author, is quoted as saying, “In a proper marriage the woman disciplines a man in order to fulfill his desires and in order to train him for her service. Women are not better than men. I never say that women are better than men, or of more value. What I say is that women are superior (above men, of a stronger character, designed to lead men, equipped to train men, equipped to rule men). A woman trains a man to be a better person, a better husband, and a better father. She breaks the aggressive male and channels his strengths into service of the woman and to humanity as a whole. “
Her hands held the pen, the black ink swirling across the page as she signed the contract. The last time she would ever see her real name, the last time her date of birth would even matter. She paused, holding her breath in her shuttering lungs… and as the seconds ticked by like years, her lung’s released and the chime rang. The electronic paper instantly sealed the contact and the encryption code saved to the nanochip.A metal arm came from the wall, and in a quick second her eyes blinked, and the chip engaged.She was still her, her personality, her smile, her spirit, but her body now belonged to the New American Order. She fought as long as she could, the price of housing and food had risen so high she was living so poorly. They had removed all unchipped teachers long ago, uncipped could not work jobs that paid in NAObitcoin. She could only get paid in paper money which only unchipped could spend. The black market was dangerous and she knew the consequences.The government now allowed people to elect to be chipped as household wifes. They would live a normal life, raising children, and making their families a unit, and thus rebuilding the community which once made this nation strong.She was a beautiful women, her long auburn hair landed in near perfect curls, her beautiful eyes could sink the universe. She held a PHD and would make an excellent home school teacher for a man who had a large family.She sat in the chair, gripping the skirt if the dress, and staring at the wall. A screen came on and the host started talking.“Gentlemen of the NAO tonight we have a wonderful selection of wives. They have all signed in willingly so there are no confinement rules for these women. Lets get started.”The door to her room opened and she stepped in to the hall. She took the step and closed her eyes, her sister got a nice man, they are so happy. She was going to have the same, she knew it.“First we have this beautiful older model, she will bare no children, but she is sweet and caring. She has a good voice, pleasant demeanor, tested level 9/10 in cooking and house keeping, she scored 10/10 in intellect. As you know gentlemen she will be tested for sexual abilities, her current rating in the outside was 4.6 so definitely above average but those chipless have no idea.”The door opened at the end of the hall, she walked quickly to the door, she had watched this millions if times on the tele. It had become required viewing but the poor only got to see the limited view, they put so many propaganda commercials in the show it was hard to really understand what was happening.The men in the room were all high class government officials, they were all men who had created the order, and their first wives were probably in work camps, or dead from the war. The rebels attacked their homes and wives, so many ran to other countries at the end of the war. Now other countries were turned to watch as NAO rebuilt and became the world leader of technology and education.The days of the starving poor was over, well as long as you chipped up. If you were a normie your life didnt change except you had no rent, no bills, but you worked for the government and ate what the government gave you. It wasnt a horrible life, you married in your class, and lived happy. The problem came with people like her. She was smart enough to live with out the system, pretty enough to be a wife, refined and well skilled, and her date rating put her on their radar.She only signed up to find a match, she was sick of her lonely home. They just started letting nochips on the site and she knew better!When her rating hit its highest the rent in her area went up, the power for vehicles tripled, food prices doubled. She got a speeding ticket and that was it… she couldn’t pay her rent… and there Lacy was, to offer her a spot in the highest ranked tv show in the History of the planet. It was required watching in the NAO and many international countries allowed their citizens to watch and participate, part of the new Jenniva treaty.So here she was, the room was black, the ceiling back, the bed and everything painted in the darkest black. She stepped to the door and the door behind her shut.“Remove your dress and precede to the bed.” The audience wouldnt see anything, its black, there is no light, but there are speakers and they can hear everything. She pulled her dress off and sat it next to the bed. She was stark naked, her large breasts we’re hanging from her, her body shivered as her hair tickled her back. She crouched down and lay down on the bed.“Place your right hand on the board. Place your left hand on the left board.” Her arms moved and then click the magnet locked, they had implanted her with magnets and chips throughout her body. The lights clicked off. For a second she could hear movement and then the headphones clapped down on her head. Hands ran down her body and the audience cheered as the meter stared to rise. His hands found her face and he pulled her in to a kiss, his tongue darting about and dancing with hers. His other hand found her pussy, and he clamped his hand down. The meter went to 1.0, and then his finger slipped inside, her body wetting for him, his head tilted, and his eyes flickered in to the darkness. “Ohhh a fun one.” He whispered in her ear. His fingers began working her clit and her body responded, he rubbed and twisted and pulled as she moaned loudly. Her chip holding her back from orgasm but leaving her right in the edge. He paused, and his mouth found her breasts which made her moan loudly again as the meter kept rising 3.0,4.0,7.0. The crowd started to whisper as no one had ever gotten higher than 8 and she was just starting. He pressed his cock against her, his large head pushing hard, as her rating went higher, and then he pushed in, hard. His huge cock filling her and pushing hard against the top of her as she moaned loudly, the harder he pushed the rougher he got the more she moaned and flooded him. Her hips moved with his, drawing him deeper, harder as she ground herself in to him. He reached up and put his hand on her neck, the default for allowing an orgasm during testing and she came. Her vagina pressed in on him pulsating hard as he continued to pound her, she came hard over and over moaning loudly. He stopped for a second and stepped back. “Turn over.” Her wrists released, and she flipped over, she had not had sex like this in years, she forgot it was anything other than a glorious night of love. He gripped her hips and pressed his cock in to her ass, as she arched her back and moaned out loudly. He started to work her ass slowly and then harder and harder pounding her hard. She shook as his hips hit her ass with a force she couldn’t believe. It almost took her breath how hard and good it felt. He reached up and grabbed her hair and held it tight slamming in to her harder, his other hand found her clit. He wouldn’t let her cum, he had decided now she didn't get anymore, they were all his. He pressed harder and harder, her body sweating and her breathing rough he continued, as he came he slapped her ass hard. The number blinked on the wall 8.7 highest first test score. The room blacked.. the commercial started, and men whispered among themselves.“I think i might have enough to purchasing that one.” A tall dark gentleman spoke. The room fell silent, as a bell rang which meant a second test was requested. The testing fee was not cheep, but someone needed to know her limit.Two men with night vision glasses came in and helped her straddle a round saw horse, her leg magnet locking in place, her wrists, she could no longer move.“Its time for the maximum orgasm test!” The host spoke in an over excited tone, his own body reacting to the sights. The lights turned off and above her head a digital board read 4.“According to the chip she has already orgasmed 4 times, remember folks the highest score ever is 70, in 2hours and 10 min. Once we start this test we will continue the auction.She was cold, but as soon as she felt it the sensation went away, the chip overriding the warning. A buzz starts in the background and her body starts to prepare, the sound of a milker clicking away behind her also made her body react. The buzz and tick tick take her in to a trance, and her body relaxes. He inserts a large 1 inch dildo inside if her, he clips the vibratior clamp on her clit as she lets out a loud yelp.“Mute her please.” The host says quietly. The man hits a button and her moans quiet and she starts to orgasm.“Oh no not yet kitten we aren’t even there yet.” His deep voice echoed in her ear, as thr command found its protocol, her body slowed the orgasm, and then liquid squirts on her ass as he presses in and works a large plug, its vibrations start to sink with the dildo. Her entire body clamped down, which only made the sensation stronger as she orgasmed hard. "oh yeah I should… release." as the word echoed in her empty mind the orgasms rushed in..10,11,12,13… her biometric system counting orgasm after orgasm.He smiled in to the dark as the goat milker cups attached to each breast and turned on low, then higher and higher, as it sucked her 38h breasts deep in to the glass, 22,23,26.He stood there watching with his night vision , his prize will be a percentage of her price, 30,31,32. He grabbed a flogger and whipped her ass hard, a flood of orgasms came in 41,43,44. He spanked her again, 50."Gentlemen our special purchase has hit 50! can you believe that? alright next is 35, rating 4.5, cooking 6 but comes with optional upgrade option, overall sex rating 8 with a maximum daily use 3 times… the bidding starts at her debt to the NAO of 100 Naobitcoins. Let the game begin. " the host pointed to the screen where bids were flying in from all over the world."The timer has started… bids are up to 2,000… 2,300… 3,2,1. 2,600 NAOBC… And your name is Cynthia. congratulations and may you live in the peace of your submission. " the audience said along with the host."now were are we at with our live test… 67 in 30 min, 68,69,70! she beat the record!
She sucked breath in to her lungs as her body just kept going, she was dripping with sweat, her body begging for help, her moans muted her voice box turned off as she cameover and over. The machines clicked off her body shivered, and the chip took over, her hands and legs released as she stood, her brain not fully functioning. She walked to the bed her legs shaking and pulled her dress on. A door opened to a bathroom, an entire crew of beauty and glamor experts stood there. They had one commercial break to make her look fresh. She was pushed in to a shower the water spraying up and down on her in all directions. The water turned to warm air as she stepped from the shower dry and clean, the stockings slid on and clipped in to a pink and black garter. the corset top clipped in to place and then tied tight. her dress was slid over her head, and tightened down. Her hair was twisted and twirled and her makeup went on fast, a blinking light told the crew it was time.“Gentlemen it is time. How much would you pay? The time starts now…..” the
Haven't logged in in about ten months, so many messages in my inbox! Thank you all: be assured that I will be reading them all but I am taking a break for a while.
Just one too many conversations ending the same and combining that with the fact that my health problems had worsen,k and the fact that I'm 100% bound to Canada forever... I'm in no mood to meet up at the moment. No mood for much sexy times at all really, sorry. If things change ou'll see me back here, but for now I shall be lurking only
Have a good day!
From time to time i come across reference to the enjoyments of the "forbidden fruit or taboos" as of may ects of this lifestyle what do people see these as, is this reference to what most would deem to be hard limits or is this really much more diverse.
We all know how much of a PITA it is to update profiles...so here's a 2022 UPDATE
Current age range I'm seeking is 36 y.o. to 44 y.o.
I get a lot of bizarre, whiny complaints about My education requirements. Three things: First, I don't give af about your opinion. Second, it's been My experience that most men really struggle being in a relationsip with a woman who has significantly more education...something about those delicate egos. Third, if you have a high enough IQ you'd already assume the first two and would send Me a brilliant intro making it irrelevant.
Facial hair is and always will be a hard limit, lol
18 July 2023
Not posted anything for a while, i did step back from logging into a couple sites i am listed on to see if i could walk away from lifestyle and carry on in vanila life.Simple answer NO i CAN'T. its must be so deep within me and my blood, i think it would be impossible to walk away and try and forget what and who i am. So i am back to searching for an Owner. i have talked to a few Doms in last few weeks, but not being taken as yet, who knows maybe one fo these will or others come along - i hope and need to be taken owned as total slave property 247 (i know might not be possible for "live in 247, but at least knowing being owned 247 as used on demand) by someone one Dom or Domme or Dom/me Couple.
The Dom/me Couple i sometimes serve have requested i attend them, from this coming Friday 20th July until the Monday, They are having a BBQ with a number of guests some lifestyle and some not. They often call for me to attend when having such as the female They have cant cover all that is needed when Guests are there. i never know exactly what will be required until i arrive, same with being clothed , in what and how and if in shackles etc. See if i can post some new pictures once over, as normally They will take some of me in service.
NEWJust had a double Dydoe piercing done a couple days ago , have 2 x 10g 12mm long curved barbells in with 6mm balls will put a picture up soon, have to say it bled some when the needle went in, but no discomfort at all and seems to be healing up fast. Not sure whether will be a good thing for potential Owner or not .
Well now back see if can post more as did in the past, see how it goes.Satrt my search for an Owner in earnest now fingers and everything else crossed
The Chinese sites like Temu and AliExpress have some cheap kinky stuff, but it could be embarrassing when kinky stuff comes up in your sidebars on various websites. It's okay when furniture and vanilla stuff comes up.
Cheap pvc wear amongst other stuff on Temu and Ali. Handy for anyone wanting to dip a toe into fetish wear.
I definitely approve of the shiny leggings on there, obviously.
We all know our devices are listening to us. But really, there should be a way to filter out the fetish ads. Getting an ad for Honour in a sidebar while browsing the phone at work would be interesting to explain if the guys didn't already know what I get up to in private.
It's interesting to discuss slavery.
People outside the scene only see what the slave gives up.
They cannot see what the slave gains in return.
Of course "our" form of slavery is a mutual agreement, it is not coerced.
Mind you the slave can request as much unfairness in the relationship as they desire.
But even then the slave is getting what they desire.
That's the thing. The slave gives up freedom in return. But that slavery can be freedom in itself. Freedom from the depression society can impose, freedom of sexual expression, freedom to just be.
Sometimes i wonder if people are speaking to so many other people at the same time that it explains why they get confused with where your at, what's been said, what commitments have been made. MY "ACTIVELY SEEKING" SECTION SHOULD ALSO INCLUDE:
SEEKING CROSSDRESSERS Sorry to say but I'm not going to respond to a message that just says "hi" or "hello" I would prefer something a little more than that in your first message for example "hi, how are you? " and maybe a little something about yourself. I will also NOT accept messages from someone not in my state sorry but that's just my preference. Also if you have to send me a rude message like "are you behaving" you are clearly not worth my time and energy because it is not something a complete stranger needs to know. Mr.McB
writing from nyc
I am here seeking
a very submissive
housegirl
a domestic slave
a service minded girl
a fully Owned property
to be trained
educated instructed
for a longterm position
in my life
and in my home
I am retired
healthy
experienced
in Owning
and training a girl
both or which
I have done
very successfully
I have a home here in nyc
and can provide
a strict safe place
for a girl to
learn how best
to live
her life
in strict
slavery
the kind of life
for which she was born
some sexual service is required
oral anal and body worship
but the girls behavior is whats
most important to me
my preference is for
a slave to be kept
in a state of
orgasm restriction for
extended periods of time
at the same time her most
Respectful Obedience
will be worked on
a girls Obedience
is a special interest of mine
as I am a Disciplinarian
so I am always looking
for a reason
to use the paddle
I will not hesitate
to correct
whenever she does not
live up to the standards
expected of her
I am also an everyday spanker
something she will get simply
because a spanking
is always needed
and there will be
oversight of her activities
meaning all of them
if this strikes any interest?
please say hello
thank you for reading
MstrB We were at a party on the camp site where Katie was dancing and flirting with a couple of guys who were new to the site.
Not being a dancer myself I was sitting at a table drinking with a few friends.
I watched with interest as the three of them were having fun on floor and dancing sexy to the slower records being played.
I think they thought my wife was a single woman as their hands were all over her and both rubbing up against her.
They were buying her drinks all night and at one point she must have told them who I was because half way through the night one of them came over and apologized and asked if I was okay to the fact that they were dancing with her and buying her drinks. I assured him there was no problem and that I was actually enjoying watching them have fun.
To cut a long story short she was pretty drunk by the end of the night. They came over and apologized for getting her so drunk and offered to help me take her back to our campervan as she could hardly stand up and the van was parked some distance away. I was not that drunk myself but made out I was.
On the way back to the van she passed out and we had to carry her the rest of the way.
Back in the van we laid her on the bed and I thanked them for helping me get her back. I invited them to stay for a while and gave them both a cold beer from the fridge.
After chatting about the party for 15 minutes or so I suddenly said "Oh my god, She'll kill me tomorrow." I lied. "That's a new dress, she only bought it today, cost a lot of money too" Pretending to be more drunk than I was I sat on the bed and tried to lift her head up in an attempt to take her dress off. Not being able to I asked if they could help. One of them pulled her up by her arms so she was in a sit up position.
I managed to undo the zip on the back of her dress. I unhooked her bra too. After managing to get her dress off I put it on a hanger as she laid there in just her panties with her loose bra and her breasts partly on show. I said "Oh well might as well get her into bed" I removed her bra and panties leaving her there totally nude for their pleasure. Without making it obvious I slightly opened her legs so her cunt was on show.
That was when I gave them another beer and made the excuse that I needed a wee up a tree and left the van leaving them alone with her..
It was pitch black outside and bright in the van. You could not see out of the vans windows but leaving the curtains ajar I had a perfect view of inside. Oh no Im Blocked
So you contact someone after reading their profile. You can see that you don't fit what they seek but hell you contact them anyway. They chat with you whilst trying to make it clear that you are looking in the wrong place for the help you seek.
You then decided to call them names and block them. Maybe you need to look in the mirror as they are not the issue you are.
Respect is what you need and just because they seem to be what you want does not mean you are what they want.
SoS Thought it would be helpful to cover a few points here...
Interview style conversation is not my thing, if you want to get to know me then use your ability to hold a flowing conversation, not an interview
I am single, I do not see why anyone in a happy relationship would be on sites chatting so I assume you are also single ... if not then please don't waste our time with trying to strike up a chit chat
As of this year, 2022 I will be 50 on my next birthday and I found the lifestyle when I was about 21 so you do the maths
Sorry but I don't want to meet someone who is close to my children's age, to be safe if you are more than 10 years older or younger than me we won't be matched
I am not a slave, honestly I am very sure of that. I do have strong sub tendencies with the right alpha male but seriously if you don't consume my head you won't stand a chance of controlling anything else
I am not into poly or sharing or being shared. I am totally monogamous and if you are not then flick over to the next profile
I live with my family, happy to discuss with the right person but I have a young child at home so seek someone who understands how to make a vanilla and lifestyle combined relationship work whilst keeping tiny ones protected from it all
I am a non smoker, I don't vape, I rarely drink and am seeking someone similar. Nights in the pub are not of interest
I work full time and have limited time free so I am not in a position to travel to meet someone, so local is needed. For anyone who thinks a plane ride is local then jog on as you really are not on the realistic spectrum I am seeking
Yes I have been collared twice and for some reason it seems relevant but to be honest the first waited almost a year before it happened as he knew to me I see it as a serious commitment
I do have limits which are a mix of health and personal things so happy to discuss but they are not negotiable
Likes, vanilla and lifestyle wise are varied but those can be savoured as part of a conversation
I hope that has given a flavour and please do find happiness in your journey but don't come across my pathway of you are a new dom I am not looking to teach you the ropes, a dom who really is a sub (there are many on here), if you are a female dom (so not my thing), if you are a male sub and finally no female subs.
Cheers x What is truth?:
In the depths of night, in the light of day,
We ponder the truth that won't betray.
Is it a fact, or a subtle art,
A guiding light, or a shattered part?
Do we seek truth in words we hear,
Or in silence, when none is near?
Is it a mirror, reflecting clear,
Or a whisper, elusive, never near?
In the echo of history, in the depths of time,
Do we find truth in prose, or in rhyme?
Does it lie in the stars, in the sky above,
Or in the beating heart, in the depths thereof?
Is truth a rock, unyielding and stark,
A guiding beacon through the dark?
Or does it shimmer, a shifting beam,
A distant hope, a fractured dream?
In the soul's deep yearning, in the mind's keen quest,
We question the truth, we put it to the test.
Seeking answers amid the fray,
What is truth? We ask, day by day. Superior
Integrity
Honest
Protective
Dominant
Sadistic
Arrogant
Corrective
Controlling
Intense
Sarcastic
Creative
Raunchy
Deviant
Step up correct or do not step up at all. The Deer Lease
In Texas, access to a deer lease is an amazing opportunity to play outdoors. It's private and there's lot of places to tie someone up.
Three of us couples decided to do some outdoor bondage, camp for the night and leave the next day. There were two femdom male sub couples and my Domme and I.
One domme, a bbw who is married to her now nude male sub was immediately put in a chastity cage and was paraded in front of each femdom. That was their thing. He's a probate lawyer.
The other domme, a gorgeous lipstick domme did a whipping scene with her sub tied between two trees. Both are retired, he now makes whips. It was brutal. He likes it that way.
My Domme sees the spot where the hunters string up their deer and that's where I was hung spread eagle. She whipped me with a thin red horsewhip. I was left there on display while the dommes talked. I'm looking around taking this all in. Six grown adults having a good time and all the subs are being tortured/used.
The one sub in chastity was sitting in a folding chair and chatting. The other sub was laying flat and resting now that his body looked like hamburger. Suddenly, two dommes think it would be cool to chain me to a big boulder nearby. So I'm chained spread eagle face up on this enormous boulder. They try to scare me with tales of large spiders and scorpions.
So yea, they're fucking with me.
I guess I was looking too comfortable so they each grabbed the chains and tried to pull me apart. I pretend to be suffering. I'm actually having fun and getting turned on.
Hours later we eat and drink. Exhausted we all go into our tents and fuck.
The bdsm lifestyle is really something else.
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. Wow. It has been a while since I have updated this, and things have been going well. I have been seeing a Lady who is encouraging me to have my first birthday experience. Well, encouraging is putting it mildly to say the least. I have been experimenting with chastity for a while now, and do have a keyholder, who at the moment, let me out once a week to masterbate, and then back in the cage i go.
I hope everyone has had a wonderful start to the New Year
Communication is key: Make sure you are clear about your desires and boundaries, and listen actively to your partner's needs and limits.
Respect boundaries: Always respect your partner's limits and never push them to do something they are not comfortable with.
Safe, sane and consensual: Always practice safe and consensual BDSM, and never engage in activities that could cause serious harm.
Learn and educate yourself: Take the time to learn about BDSM practices, safety measures and the different types of play.
Be honest and authentic: Be true to yourself and your desires, and never pretend to be something you're not.
Empathy and compassion: Show empathy and compassion towards your partner and always strive to create a positive experience for them.
Be flexible and open-minded: Be open to new experiences and be willing to adapt your approach when needed.
Take responsibility: Take responsibility for your actions and be willing to make amends if you make a mistake.
Practice self-care: Take care of yourself physically and emotionally, and make sure that you are in the right mindset before engaging in BDSM activities.
Have fun: Remember that BDSM should be enjoyable for both partners, so don't take things too seriously and have fun with it.
No, I do not fall into sexting, virtual relationships (really?), or any form of online sex.
I am here for REAL and move fast to confirm if I am talking to a REAL person.
So, if one tells me something about dirty fantasies, I will reply with a "cool", or "I am also into it" and that's it. Do NOT expect me to simulate or fantasize.
If I approach you because you seem to be a fit and registered as relocatable, I expect you to wish for having voice and video calls for knowing each other. No camsex, no phonesex or any other stupid poor real-life replacement. Touch
I am sure I had sensory processing disorder as a kid. I totally remember crying all the time from some of the stuff my mom used to want me to wear, and I remember her just sitting there looking at me totally baffled trying to assure me it was the softest she could find. Or having to stop 15 times on a school field trip to sit on the floor in the middle of a museum and take off my shoes and pull up my socks because they kept shifting in my shoe and the seam was by my toe...
I grew up in the NJ/NY area around Italians, and Jews, and Irish, and lots of "Old World Europeans" who at a minimum bear hugged and kissed one cheek, if not both, if not multiple times each time they greeted you. I am in the Midwest now where they are a little more reserved. I can't remember the last time I got a cheek kiss and most of the hugs are just side hugs... I still tend to crash in and hug anyone I know won't flip out from it though lol. I miss those bear hugs! Getting one now days is enough to bring tears to my eyes my body needs it so much! The chemical release in my brain is outside of my control!
I need this. Need. Need like I need food, water, and shelter. Studies during the pandemic have shown am not alone in this, but my sensory processing issues probably make it a little extreme for me. For years scientists have studies out hands and fingers, joints, skin, etc and their sense of touch, but recently they are becoming interested in a subset of touch sensitive nerves in the core regions of our body, such as the back, which have one been discovered.
*“This second type of sensory nerves send signals to areas of our brains that deal with emotional processing. They are most responsive to skin temperature and gentle, stroking touch. Observational studies find that when people are asked to caress their infant, or their romantic partner, they spontaneously use the slow stroking speeds that these nerve fibres prefer. This touch is subjectively perceived as pleasant; it calms and soothes us physiologically, reducing heart rate and buffering against the effects of stress.
When stimulated, these nerves send signals via the spinal cord to the brain where they release a cascade of neurochemicals. One of the most notable chemicals among these is oxytocin, a hormone released by low-intensity skin stimulation such as hugs. Oxytocin is known to play important roles in social bonding, and can reduce stress and increase our tolerance to pain.
The release of oxytocin during social interactions is context-dependent: only when a hug is wanted will the comforting and rewarding effects be felt. When touch is desired, the benefits are shared by both partners in the exchange.”
This explains my desperate need and the reason I melt like a purring kitten when I get it and shut down like an angry Doberman when I don’t. Take me from a culture that touched all the time, and in sensory processing issues, and then throw widowhood in a post-pandemic world… Touch me. Don’t ever keep it from me. I can’t be held responsible if you do. Just saying…
excerpts from *From the Article “The science of hugging, and why we’re missing it so much during the pandemic by Susannah Walker”
Personality Traits of BDSM Practitioners Another Look A recent study provides another glimpse into
Recently, the practice BDSM (bondage and discipline, dominance/submission, sadism-masochism) has generated a great deal of interest among lay-people and academics alike. The best-selling novel Fifty Shades of Grey and the new film of the same name have helped bring an otherwise stigmatised phenomenon into mainstream awareness. However, this book is apparently not a particularly accurate portrayal of how BDSM is practiced in real life (for example, see this post by sex researcher Justin Lehmiller). Fortunately, this increased interest in the subject has also been accompanied by some new scientific studies that may help to provide more accurate insight into these practices. In a previous post, I discussed a 2013 study that suggests that BDSM practitioners are generally psychologically healthy and that they tend to prefer roles that fit their personalities. In this post, I discuss a newer study that also examined the personality traits of BDSM practitioners using a somewhat different personality model. Some of the findings were highly similar, although there were some differences as well that may be worth exploring further to shed more light on the psychology of BDSM.
BDSM encompasses a diverse range of activities that include but not are limited to the exercise of power and control by one person over another, physical and psychological restraint, and infliction of pain and humiliation. These activities may or may not occur in a sexual context. Typically, someone in a dominant role, known by a variety of terms, including ‘top’, ‘dom or dominant’ or ‘sadist’, will direct the actions of someone in a submissive obedient role, known by such terms as ‘bottom’, ‘sub or submissive’ or ‘masochist’. All activities are consensual and practitioners will negotiate beforehand what they consider acceptable. Many participants have a preferred role they assume in most or all activities, while some prefer to switch roles as desired. Participation in BDSM can range from occasional casual role-playing to a preferred orientation and even to a whole lifestyle with 24/7 role enactments (Hébert & Weaver, 2014).
As discussed in one of the earliest posts ever, when i decided to start posting a blog, there has been some quite interesting research looking into the psychological characteristics of BDSM practitioners. Contrary to what has often been assumed, there is no evidence that BDSM practitioners in general suffer from any particular form of psychological disturbance and in fact they seem to be mentally and emotionally well-adjusted (Richters, De Visser, Rissel, Grulich, & Smith, 2008; Wismeijer & van Assen, 2013). I was particularly interested in the findings of a study of Dutch BDSM practitioners (Wismeijer & van Assen, 2013) which included an assessment of their personality traits according to the Big Five model. The five factors in this model are neuroticism, extraversion, openness to experience, agreeableness, and conscientiousness. These are broad personality characteristics that subsume a larger number of narrower more specific traits. According to this study, practitioners in general, including both dominants and submissives, tended to be higher in openness to experience and conscientiousness compared to a comparison sample from the general population. Additionally, participants who preferred the dominant role tended to be lower in agreeableness and neuroticism compared to submissive participants and to the general population, while, submissives tended to be more extraverted than the general population. Additionally, dominants tended to have higher subjective well-being and were less sensitive to rejection compared to the general population, suggesting that people drawn to the dominant role may be particularly I have been approached by a sub who wants to be treated like a piece of shit. Excuse me but I treat subs as humans not as feces. I am going on a limb here hopefully it holds me I don't get told by anyone who claims they are "subs" or are real subs 2 secs into a conversation such a this. Or the one who professed he has 17 years of fake experience by reading and watching porn, but no real life experience. Come on really he said I needed a different perspective. Ok here is my perspective you need to find a dominant besides me. That will give you a different perspective. Because your barking up the wrong tree with me. I think someone fed you too much fruitcake at christmas and you turned into one.
The guy who invented the anal hook is one sick bastard. I totally want to kick that s.o.b. in the balls.
My Dom knows how I feel about anal hooks. Whenever he presents me with an option to choose between "Option A - anal hook" and "Option B - something else", I will always choose option B, no matter how nasty option B is.My Dom knows this too and uses this approach whenever he wants me to try something "new". And yet, I keep on picking Option B...
Yup, I am one twisted girl...
subMeghan 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!! The major thing in good relationships is mutual mind connection. Resources are also crucial thing but it's the second place.
Of course, having your own safe comfortable place is very important for mind health. For me it's not only the house or apartment (I prefer apartment) but also the safe society and surroundings. Now the Russia became a nazi country and cannibalistic propoganda so I don't feel safe there.
After visiting USA for 6 months I decided that USA is the best country for me where I feel safe and where I could realise myself in my carrier or business.
So still looking for the 30-50 yo sub husband in the USA with mutual mind connection, without any kids any age.
I can approve your 60yo in only one case - you are Brad Pitt. To explain my fascination with Weeds. I have lived a wow! life just not the agressive way Nancy Botwin has. https://www.vulture.com/2012/09/list-of-everything-nancy-has-done-on-weeds.html
she and I would both be in need of therapy her because of her roar. Me because of my kindness and resulting PTSD always seeing the best in people.
she and I both just fling ourselves out into the world and try our best. we just try different things. That's the difference. i became a sub she became weed dealer.
What I seek, what I need, is for someone to take me and absolutely crush me...break me down completely, physically, mentally, sexually...push my boundaries. Bend me over, take my ass...fuck me hard. Talk to me, tell me how you're owning me, tell me what you're going to do to me. Call me names.
So often I see BDSM porn where the "slave/sub" is completely into the "torture"..."oh yes, more master/mistress! More!" and that is so far off-base from what I seek. I shouldn't want it. Ideally, you've broken me to the point where I'm doing it to avoid worse punishment. "If you don't do _____, then _____ will happen." I should be dreading it...crying, begging, pleading for my master/mistress to stop. Begging a master not to cum in me or in my mouth. Begging a mistress to stop before I bleed. The earth shattering orgasm should belong to THEM, not ME.I get messages on here from so many straight masters...who tell me that they're going to branch out and that they're into what I seek. Then they quietly fade away. And the search goes on. It has been a long day, of chores, serving and some punishments finally I am at my official last task . My last task is to wait on master, kneeling by his bedside until he finally sleeping soundly before I can retreat to the quarter.
A slave can only sleep after the master's sleep and must rise up earlier than the master to wait on him.
Finally, when the master is sound asleep, I did the routine bow (careful with every actions because I am always watched by the CCTV) before retreating to the quarter right beside the master's bedroom.
Master has partitioned a small room barely the size of 3m by 1m right beside his room as a slave quarter. The furnishing only comprise of a bed, few hangers for the uniforms, and a small side table. It does not have any window (afterall slaves don't deserves such), and is ventilated by a 2 small ventilation fans on the wall. The lighting is only a few light bulbs which is create alot of heat when it is switched on. My bed is actually a thin mattress lining in it, with a hard elevated pillow. Master designed the bed this way as a reminder to of my lowly status.
Once in the quarter, though my official duties are finished, I am still required to perform my basic slave admin duties before turning in. I have a strict routine to follow, failure which will add to my huge pool of punishment debt which I have already owed master.
Sidetrack: Soiling of uniform is an extremely grave crime. Despite, slave is not allowed to clean the uniform until the end of the work day, which is after the master sleeps.
Changing uniforms
Once in the quarters, I am is allowed to change to the regular uniform.
I swiftly, yet with demurely unbotton and remove the blazer, next the inner vest, and finally the bow tie and the blouse... And most notably, out of the heels.
Finally feel some breathing air the moment I undressed out of the formal uniform- it was so tight and restrictive, and always sweating under the many layers. And finally freed ever painful super high heels.
Image of the undressing process:
My new pholosophy: Scare off a man with my (sometimes over-) enthusiasm, put up a new pic and move on.
But men, please remember that sometimes over-enthusiasm is not desperation. Is it really so hard to believe you are likeable? Is it also difficult to know that you might be wanted but not needed?
I am Pisces...we love the idea of love. But don't worry: Once the new and shiney has worn off from you we WILL see through the decorative wrapping that held such promise. Let's just hope the return window has not expired. Co-Top
Co-topping is when two tops are sharing control in a BDSM scene. A typical BDSM scene has a top and a bottom, with the top in control and/or giving sensation and the bottom giving up control and/or receiving sensation.
In a co-top scenario, two tops are sharing the control in a negotiated way.
More About Co-TopThere are many different situations in which two tops may choose to work together. There are coordinated forms of play, such as two people wielding whips at one recipient. Their are collaborative forms of play where one top may be taking more of an assistant role.
Co-topping can be a way to mentor a new top so they can practice their skills in a supervised way. It can be a way for friends or partners who are both tops to play together in a scene, or it can simply be a way to provide a more intense or complex experience to the bottom.
I’m not interested in disrespectful, fake subs who throw temper tantrums like toddlers denied candy. I’m not here for a drama queen who thinks his pussy is somehow better than mine — sweetie, we’re not comparing fruit here. Life’s too short for attitude, bad manners, and ego contests. If you want my time, bring respect, humor, and a little humility… otherwise, you can keep your crown and your tantrums for someone else’s court
This is not a kink message but a human, normal message.
Majority of us who put work first and mental health last, I appreciate now being told off and told you need to look after yourself or your can't look after others.
I can literally feel the headache like someone is poking their fingers into my brain for fun.
It is raining in London and I am taking a couple of days off but the rain is doing me some good, telling me slow down, rest, grill some sausages, pour some wine, enjoy your plants that are thriving, read a book and slow down.
Forget wear and tear or getting older (in my 30s so not that bothered) but I can feel the life effort reaching overload.
I love helping others but might be time to consider a sabbatical.
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Here is one of my theories.
All straight men are bisexual. I have been engeged to a dominant man and he was in complete denial that he was bi.
He worked out, drank his protein shakes, enjoyed me a bit of a bimbo (boobs out long hair) but was intrigued by sexuality.
To all the dominant men who contact me, open to my way of ideas. Your a free to be yourself and be open minded but don't judge me because your afraid of your own desires.
I am a bisexual strong women and I have no shame.
This does not interfer with my values in the community, what I do in my bedroom to relax with age appropriate men (above the age of 30) is my business.
If you have an issue I suggest you kiss my backside but you would probably enjoy it I’m just venting.. but for some reason today is just one of those days I miss having an actual Daddy Dom. Maybe I’m weird but I miss rules and structure. It has made me think a lot about my last Dom and missing him. We still talk sometimes but it’s not like that. We just care about each other. But I just have this void in my heart. I love my husband but nothing about my bond, connection and relationship with him is the same as a D/s dynamic. I don’t just miss the sexual aspect of it, I miss all of it.
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So the looser of our little game is now in the position of being constantly aroused at the thought of so many folk seeing one of her pictures, and as she has no control over further posts. Its hard to tell which is arousing her more, the loss of control or folk seeing her pictures. So today we have a fresh picture to review, feedback welcome.
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. == Results from bdsmtest.org: ==
100% Submissive
90% Rope Bunny
88% Brat
81% Masochist
77% Experimentalist
57% Degradee
52% Voyeur
45% Primal (Prey)
38% Vanilla
21% Pet
20% Slave
18% Exhibitionist
9% Non-monogamist
6% Owner
4% Rigger
0% Daddy/Mommy
0% Ageplayer
0% Brat tamer
0% Degrader
0% Dominant
0% Little
0% Master/Mistress
0% Primal (Hunter)
0% Sadist
0% Switch
I have experience in allsorts of scenarios from normal Master/Sub rl to Sadist/masochist and DD/LG.
I could still be interested in DD/LG if the lg is masochist, or prepared to take pain. Tattoo therapy is real.
So, I was, or rather am, in love with someone who can not love me. I've reluctantly moved on from him.
And so I've lost my muse. In a bid to return to myself after a year of suffering from life struggles, becoming disabled, falling in love and losing that love, losing my best friend of 31 years, etc etc, I have been dating another man who has been quite lovely. He recommended a tattoo shop to me. What's good for grief, outside of good food, good drinks, good dick, is a little pain. I've a new piercing and three new tattoos
I've a scar from a surgery in December and have begun to cover it with art. The pain was big relief. It hasn't fixed the pain in my heart but it did the trick.
I wish I could share new photos here. I'll post them to fet. It has been a week since your initial inspection
I have had you serve me daily. Your domestic skills are very good and you are quite the handyman
You endure your daily spankings, but
your limits need to be pushed as far as pain tolerance
Today I have errands to run, prior to leaving, I blindfold you and lead you to the bed
I assist you to lay on your side and place you in a fetal position
I bound your hands behind your back and your feet they found it together
I slowly pushed your knees more forward to expose your man pussy
I grab my favorite remote butt plug lube it up really nicely and slide it in
I kiss you on the forehead and tell you I should be back shortly and as I'm leaving out the bedroom I grab my phone and begin the wonderful stimulation of your man pussy
I have meet few individuals on ther not in person but just on here. That are interestin.
But I think I need to rethink stuff. I need to make some moves. So I might check on here once in a while but.
im not trying to keep talking to people that want online talking that a waste of my time and brain use. I know I can find someone if I really need to. But I'm far from disparate that never happe. Whore needs to know what farmers look for and where they look for it that gets their attention.
Whore went to Rural King around 5p with no bra on and her udders were obviously loose under her shirt. She had to be careful because there were families there. How does she find pervert farmers in this area? Are they visiting Rural King, Tractor Supply, Home Depot, or what?
What can the whore do to get attention and encourage a farmer that is interested in hucow or any activity that is a little different? Using a journal entry so I don't have to wait for approval to change my profile. I'm 50 now and no longer a vegetarian. I do not have any pets. I'm no longer looking to move outside of Michigan. I need to stay here due to the license for my job. Moving within Michigan might be an option.
Things I'm truly looking for: an intelligent, service oriented submissive who is between the ages of 40 and 55 and who is both single and available for a long term relationship.
Hard limits: chastity, cross dressers or sissy maids, pegging, people who try to masturbate to my emails, people who have one main kink and only want that need met, people who don't read my profile, people who expect Barbie with a whip and leather catsuit.
I want to have fun with this again! I live to please you and enhance your life. I love to give you pleasure. I am an adventurous and imaginative lover who cannot get enough of you. And it's still not enough. It will never be enough to compete against the perfect image in your mind of her. The one who is none of those things so you seek me out in the dark. Happy Thanksgiving 2021! It's been a fabulous year and I've much to be thankful for. I'm heading out of town with my slave hubby to spend a week or so at our Villa on Marco Island. It's such a beautiful and peaceful place. If you were in service to me, you'd be coming along so that neither of us would have to lift a finger. Because, you are aware of course, that while he is submissive to me, he is Alpha to all others. Service to me is not something I allow instantly, you must prove yourself worthy ... there's only been a few over the years and I am so pleased to say that after my training, they went on to find the Goddess of their dreams who they were lucky enough to marry and live the life they've always wanted ... probably one that you'd like too. Fear the past:
In the shadows of my past, a man filled with rage,
Terrified of losing control, trapped in a cage.
Once consumed by anger, consumed by hate,
Afraid to unlock the demons, their destructive fate.
Like a storm on the horizon, brewing deep within,
Memories of the past, where darkness had been.
Fear grips my heart, as I walk this fragile line,
Afraid to slip back, to a time so unkind.
But in the depths of despair, a flicker of hope,
A light in the darkness, a way to cope.
I find strength in the present, in the love that surrounds,
A new path forward, where solace abounds.
Though the fears may linger, like shadows in the night,
I choose to face them, to stand and fight.
For within me lies the power to change,
To break free from the past, to find a new range.
So I tread this path with caution, with courage by my side,
Facing my fears head-on, with nowhere to hide.
For in embracing my vulnerability, I find my true self,
A man reborn, no longer trapped by anger's stealth. Yes, I know I have been quiet and a bit of a recluse. There is a huge reason. I have finally focused long enough to start a project that has been on my mind for about 20 years. I have started writing a novel series that can be found on amazon. Just search Always Manor. So far there is one prelude (goal is a total of 5). There will also be probably about 5 main volumes to the book series. It has been so much fun to sit down and let the words flow and bring life to this story that has been begging to be told. Accuse me of having no manners. If you do, OI laugh at you. I have responded to many profiles out here over the many years and 9 out of 10 don't get a reply. I basically say hi, mention a little about me, sometimes I mention they should read my profile, I ask questions.
The other 1 out of 10 that do repley, usually seem to continue a back and forth in exchanging messages but whemn I bring up maybe meeting sometime or doing a chat online or something more interactive than sending the equivalent of email messages, people go silent.
FRAUDS! That what this place chuck full of. I doubt anybody meets anyone anymore from this site in person. It is all fun and games and killing time and not being serious about meeting anyone.
. Update (February 2022): We wanted to make this change to our profile but based on how wonky it's been we're worried about it being down.
So we're still looking for everything listed in our profile and we're going to keep our old profile information because it's fun and tells you a lot about us.
That said, we're ready to embrace our breeding fantasies. I want an older man (younger if you're VERY dominant) to take me for the weekend, tie me up, and knock me up. When I walk into your house for the weekend, you take my clothes away, collar me, take my cell phone away, and use it to document my submission for my husband back home. Sunday night you send me home completely full. We're ready.
Does Pain Get Easier To Bear?
Wow, talk about a powerful dream.
I was cuffed with my hands behind my back, hands upwards (which is not something I can normally do and is uncomfortable for me) and cuffs on my ankles. I think there was some additional metal hardware on me. I couldn't move much. And my domme was putting some sort of "fur suit" over me (though I'm not into furry play at all) to prepare me for a trip to the local dungeon.)
In the dream I was so turned on, I was nearly bursting out of my cage and ready to orgasm, but of course knew I'd be in trouble. Then I woke up. What is Y/your WHY?
If You are familiar with the Simon Sinek video which You'll find easily enough on Utube he asks the question about what is your WHY. The Why is what gets you out of bed in the morning, it's what motivates you and pushes you and keeps you constantly striving and pushing forward.
I was thinking about that video again today because I feel like it's a good question to consider when figuring out where I belong in this lifestyle. And simply put, I think that while I am searching for an Owner just like every other s-type here, I realize that what I am really seeking is my WHY or more specifically, that person who embodies my WHY. I'm not seeking an Owner because of the kink or because of some fetish though those are certainly the spices of this lifestyle. I'm seeking my Owner because I believe they will be the WHY in my life. I don't think I currently, truly have a WHY.
I think everyone wants to live a life of meaning and purpose. I think everyone wants to matter. I think everyone wants to know that when it's all said and done, there will be something they can look back upon and smile knowing that what they did made a difference.
I have a good job, but it's just that, a job. I've achieved professionally, but the truth is that my career has never been more to me than a means of paying the bills. I don't have any kids. I know a lot of people live for their kids but life didn't work out that way for me. So what is my life for? What is my WHY?
I think that's what I am searching for here. I think my Owner will be my WHY. I think They will be the reason i get out of bed smiling every morning. I think that in surrendering to Them, I allow Them to direct and control my life in a way that pleases Them and give me a sense of purose, direction and that through my service, worship and obedience to Them, I am living a life of meaning. A service sub or slave takes joy in pleasing, in washing every dish and scrubbing every floor for their Owner. We take pride in our willingness to do whatever it takes to make Them happy and we are grateful to Them for every single thing They allow us to do in service to Them. It's why we want to say "Thank You," when we fetch that glass of water for You. It's why we want to say "Thank You," after You've allowed us to pleasure You. Or, why we say, "Thank You," when You deny us pleasure as a means of making You happy.
There are certainly a lot of people who are only in this for the kink and fetish but I think there are a lot of us who are in this looking for our WHY too. And our WHY is a person we get to please and in allowing us to do so, they give our lives meaning. That's an extrordinary gift. And the truth is no matter how much You demand of us, no matter how hard You work us, no matter how much You push us, we will never be able to repay You for that gift. It's the difference between a life looked back upon with joy or with regret. It's why wanting to own an s-type is an act of grace and benevolence. Once again I am realizing that my latent desire for a Dominant Man rears itself when a woman I desire goes for the Guy who does not show weakness and wimpiness as I do, that He has what she wants and needs. The pain I feel isn't necessarily in losing her, but maybe in the jealousy I feel... that I am not the one who has my mouth around His cock. That it is not me on the receiving end of whom He wants to penetrate.
That is when I realize sometimes that I want and deserve nothing more than being on my knees at the feet of the Man who is my Superior Ann's Deep Rub Facial
The following is part of a much longer story I have written. I will not be presenting it here as much of it would not pass censorship.
TEST ONE
At the back door there was a note “I am in the study. Make me black tea and bring it, with cream, to me.”
My face flushed with excitement. I made the tea and took it to the study. I stood there, in my short little pleated cheer leading skirt and sweater, looking for a place to set down the tea and condiments.
MRS. MARQUIS, who was reading, did not bother to look up. After a while she indicated the little table near her. I moved the little box aside and sat the tray down. MRS. MARQUIS appraised what I had done and commented that it would take a while to train me properly. While I remained standing she indicated I should pour her tea with an impatient gesture of her hand. Then she added cream to her tea and then stared rather contemplatively at my chest. After a while she spoke.
“Are you ready for another test?” I answered in the affirmative. “You will go to the hall closet and bring me one of the pairs of riding gloves you find there. Make sure it is the oldest most beat up of the lot.”
There was riding equipment in the closet. Including riding boots, crops and a couple buggy whips. The gloves were laid out on a rack. It took just a second to find a pair that was a little scuffed. All the others looked new. I returned to MRS. MARQUIS. I offered her the gloves.
“Put them on me, stupid.”
It was very strange to put gloves on another persons hand so I fumbled around a bit.
“Don’t you think it would be easier if you knelt?”
“Yes of course,” I said as I sank to my knees.
“You are not very good as a supplicant. But then you have had no training. Would you like to learn more about yourself and service?”
“Yes” I was stammering again.
“Well we shall begin. You have offered, yesterday, to endure discomfort for my pleasure. What would please me now would be to slap that insipid face of yours. Put your hands behind your back Grab opposite fore arms. Arch your chest forward. Hold your face up. Very good. Now I will slap your face from side to side, by the way, you should know that I am using old gloves because you are not worthy of the new ones. I would not want to scuff a good glove on your face. You will return your face to a forward looking position quickly after each slap. Are you ready?”
I stammered a “yes”.
“Good.”
My face stung furiously after just the first slap. But I brought it back to the ordered position.
“Quicker” was the order.
Again the slap. I learned to keep my mouth shut when my teeth cut the inside of my mouth. I returned my face to the requisite position, only to learn that I was not fast enough. I got quicker, in spite of the pain, so quick that she could swing as fast as she wanted. My eyes red from tears. But before I lost clear vision I could see the look of extreme pleasure on her face. This slapping continued for what seemed an eternity.When she stopped my ears were wringing and my vision red. My face felt like it was covered with Deep Heat Rub. I was sobbing. She pulled me to her. Close to her. As I knelt, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me gently on the lips. Later she put my face to her breast. I knew my tears were leaving dark spots on the garment she wore.
“There, there my little bitch it is not so bad now. Is it?”
We are unable to accomodate live in 24/7/365 situations or assist with relocation
One of us will offer to meet with you via video or in person before engaging in any kink activity.
Both Owner and slave travel fairly extensively from their respective sides of the pond so while geography is not always a challenge, some places will be easier than others. Please be ready to meet us part of the way, be realistic about your abilities and availabilities.
Currently we are looking for information about any private outdoor play space locations. The Owner is also looking experienced heavy bottoms for sharps (needles, scalpel, hooks, and more) and folks into genital torture. So I begin this new year still seeking a sub who is sane and not so self-absorbed to believe that I would drop all that I am doing to cater to his fetish du jour. Why do guys think that I am going to stop what I am doing to peg them if I am not really into pegging anymore? Or that I want to spend hours talking to some dude 5 states away about it when they aren't here? I don't want to get into an internet thing with some dude I want to find someone who can actually play who is here not someone jacking off by themselves in their mother's basement or some dude sneaking away from the wife long enough to get hard so that he can finally fuck her so that she will shut up.
I think the hardest part of all of this is how I can't seem to find what it is that I thought would be fairly easy to find. A pretty guy who is sane enough to want to explore his bounderies and still be able to fuck. But that has proven to be rare enough. Meh. Maybe my need to actually like a sub is my problem. I am not into using people and I am not really into broken people so that leaves a lot of men on the table. And shit, let us not get started on the women.
I know we all have our baggage but don't bring that shit to the session. I am not a therapist or your mother. I just want to have fun too. And digging through your emotional shit is exhausting.
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Now quick jump and follow me over there also!!! I want a dominate woman to take me under her wing. To feminize and transform me into a full woman. I mean learn how to sit, walk, talk, think,...... everything. But to also transform me physically as well. Hormones, body contouring, breast implants, FFS and finally SRS.To transform me into a woman so much that no one would know that I was EVER a male. After a long time, I'm trying again to find someone through the internet. It's just so hard with so many "doms" demanding things from the first message. Now I've met real-life doms and I realize they wouldn't do things like that. They are polite and respectful. There's several guys that send you a checking list of things the want, such a turn-off. Shouldn't BDSM or DD or Ageplay (or whaever you are into) be about forming a real connection? Romance and domination, is it too much to want both? I spend a lot of time at the park lately, when I can. Grab a leash secured to another, longer leash, clip one end onto the marshmallow, the other knotted around my ankle. Plop down on a blanket. It's peaceful. The grass smells sweet. On a good day there's a breeze. Ants track up my arms sometimes and I almost don't mind. The marshmallow sniffs as far as the leash allows. She eats grass and rolls in cooler spots. I read. Or pretend to read and take pictures of her. And I think about my life. Yesterday a friend told me that Mercury is in retrograde. I don't know what to do with that. Tree of life and tree of knowledge were not actually trees. The tree of life was God and the tree of knowledge was the devil. The devil was actively talking to Eve in the garden about how he felt towards God. Eve was believing him and started talking to Adam about it who wasn't sure but eventually sided with his wife Eve. They wanted the devil to rule over them instead of God. It was the devil who told them they were naked. It was the devil who said they weren't getting what they truly needed from God. When God came to the garden they hid from him thinking he was the bad guy that the devil made them to believe. They were clothed with leaves. God questioned this and asked who told them they were naked and they told them the devil did. God then asked them what else the devil said. God then gave them a choice to worship him or follow under the devil's care. They chose the devil. God kicked them out of the garden and explained to them they would die one day because they were leaving the tree of life behind and they would no longer have access to it. They would have to learn from their choices. 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. == Results from bdsmtest.org == 100% Dominant 91% Master/Mistress 75% Sadist 72% Owner 67% Brat tamer 67% Vanilla 59% Rigger 56% Experimentalist 50% Primal (Hunter) 40% Degrader 40% Voyeur 29% Rope bunny 24% Exhibitionist 18% Submissive 11% Daddy/Mommy 11% Non-monogamist 0% Masochist 0% Boy/Girl 0% Brat 0% Pet 0% Primal (Prey) 0% Degradee 0% Slave 0% Switch 0% Ageplayer I'm addIng this more so I remember it than anything else.
I'm not used to being afraid.
Death was never really a deterrent... He'll between the ages of 18 and 25 I was actively trying to get myself killed. I've walked through Cabrini Green at midnight, stood and taunted a guy shooting at me because he was to drunk to be acurate. I was on a first name basis with the cops in three counties by the time I was 21. Just adding that for context.
After my fall I was chained to a hospital bed for months. The old age home I went to just exuded a miasma of death. I had nothing to do but watch TV. I didn't even own a TV at the time. The worst part was not being able to use the bathroom.
Now I get panic attacks thinking about it. I'm not worried about being killed but I'm terrified of being a quadriplegic. I can't read books or watch TV that includes guys in that condition. Being trapped in jail seems to get to me as well. Just being unable to move around or take a shower when I need it.
I am not used to this. Being a submissive means being:
Honest
Obedient
subservient
Courteous
Respectful
Committed
Disciplined
Accepting
Willingness
Mindful
Humility
Eager
An Asset
Being Challenged
More than a sex object
Willing to present: Mind
Body
Spirit
Soul
Self
I am at a point where I would like a live in.
A romantic relationship would be ideal, but a house bitch would be acceptable.
I am in the process of purchasing a 3 bedroom home in an affluent part of the south bay area of Los Angeles. It will be fully remodeled and beautifully upgraded in a resort community with many amenities.
I will NOT be supporting you. You will be expected to pay your own way and contribute financially to the household, as if you were a roommate. You should be a working professional with a good income or prove that you have the solid financial means to contribute.
I work full time from home M-F, a corporate type job with regular hours. You should keep a compatible schedule or travel frequently. Tell me what you could do to make my life easier and how you could serve, whether personally or within our household. What are your skills?
We'd start with a trial period first to assess our compatibility.
All other attributes, per my profile, still apply. You must be over 35 and have your life together. I'm not looking to "rescue" anyone with drama, mental illness, substance abuse, or instability in your life.
If you can't string together a decent intro, I can't be bothered with replying.
Hello to all the wonderful Dominant Women here!
i want to share that i am commited to finding a wonderful partner and owner and also commited to being the best slave possible for You!
i am also a real person and a truly submissive gentleman here in the DFW area and welcome Your communication.
Please know that my face is withheld from photos due to a somewhat public career.
Also, even though the photos depic sissy or CD inclinations, i am flexible and do not feel the need to crossdress as i am a fairly normal guy in guy mode but sometimes enjoy some sexy panties :)
i look forward to hearing from You! Spring is nearly here, busy season.
Time to get the kink on.. male slaves that are ready for ownership feel free to contact me. make it more than just one line and personal . If I think you haven't bothered to read at least part of my profile which tells how I prefer to be addressed I won't bother to respond to you .
Be a good slave find your manors but show me your passion for slave life. Let me know why you think a a slave like you should be in service to me.
The first step is contacting me, second step is meeting face to face to talk over coffee. Your life might change.
Mz Stormz
Good Morning Ladies and Gents- well it's a great morning anyway, here in the hills of East TN.
Had a great time in Illinois this past week, looked up some old friends, and partied a bit. I was sorry to hear that my old friend Paul C of Paul C Leathers had passed away early this year. I have been out of touch with the Chicago LGBTQ community.
Enjoyed being invited to my friend Carlas' Bed, Breakfast, and Bondage weekend. Thanks to Carla, Bob, Travis, Julie, Jessica, Hanna, and Amanda for the love!
Happy LOCKtober!
Well, I'm growing closer to 71 now, had one Hell of a great run thus far, but am slowing down a bit. Where are all the lovely women around my age? Getting too old to build your dungeons anymore so don't ask me to. I do have contacts that can help if you can afford it.
The damn hurricane did much damage to Places such as Greenville, Sevierville TN, but especially the Ashville area of North Carolina. :( My God Interstate 26 is closed! As a practicing Christian, Man, I pray for the lost and the survivors.
The older I got the less time we seem to have to get things done. I have been wanting to upgrade my journal for some time. Thanks for reading!
Goodness I blocked two guys before breakfast today.
I want a slave near me who drives so we can go enjoy munch evenings together and fetish clubs too. Cinema and meals out. Because I am a Dominant Woman that is "usual" for me. I want someone easy on the eye so no older than 40 and single.
Not too much of a list I thought. But as many women everywhere comment on here, guys are not reading profiles= I copy/paste replies to avoid the monotony.
1. First guy was living in Germany 1 hour away he said. The point is he doesn't live near me in the UK. I lead so it was no. Pushy got him blocked.
2. Guy was 65 so I declined as late nights bring.on the moans from older guys= it's late/music is so loud etc. Not my thing so MY choice is the guy is a certain age bracket. Guy us pushy gets blocked.
They need to put NOTE to self Google what Woman Led Relationship is=the Woman Leads=ME.
3. The late entry to be blocked. Another free ProDomme seeker who doesn't accept a FLR is ME the Woman leads. Period.
Accept that or get blocked. Simple.
The script was essentially a love story. The narrator, Heather, describes how she gets revenge after her husband cheats on her. There's lots of sex and torture going on as any porn movie would have. My character was simply an innocent girl who was captured and tortured because Heather's character thought I was the one her husband was with.
We'd have these read through sessions which to me were funny because I didn't have any dialogue other than some moaning and screaming. If you think about it, not everyone has a good scream. It took some practice.
I met with the makeup girl who handed me a bag of stuff. What's this? I asked. It's your costume she said. I looked inside and there were 20 string bikini bottoms in various colors inside. I gave her this puzzled look. She said I know, there's a lot but I had the material and wanted to make them in different colors in case the director wanted it.
I held up a black one and it basically was a couple of triangles and some string. I tried it on and it looked great. I was able to pull the strings up high on the sides like I like it. Can I keep them? I asked. Of course she said. I smiled, thanks!
After she styled my hair and did my make up we headed for the set. There was a lot going on. Gaffers were busily adjusting cables and lights and the cameraman was setting up. I could overhear a conversation between the director and the set manager.
SM: Ok Heather heads for the dungeon and her and a guard go at it. Then they talk about torture girl. Who's torture girl?
Jim: She's that new bondage model from the pool party.
SM: Oh, ok. They go to the dungeon where torture girl is tied to the wheel of pain. They spin her around and interrogate her. Then they leave her there and go to the bedroom and the guard and the servant girl do it on the bed while she watches. How do you want to light that?
Jim: I want it as natural as possible. No floods.
The prop master, the nice man who built all the equipment on set came over to me. I stood in front of him wearing my bikini bottom. He looked me up and down. "Ok you look great. Are you ready?". I nodded yes. He led me to the wheel. I was instructed to stand inside the wheel spread eagle with my back to a small square pad. My wrists and ankles were bound to the rim of the wheel and a wide belt was strapped to my belly. Tight. A gag was put on me.
PM: It takes about 5 seconds for you to spin around. Thank goodness you're tall so it should look fantastic. When the director says action I'll flip the switch. You'll keep spinning until he says cut. Got it?
I nodded yes. I looked directly ahead. I sucked my tummy in as much as I could. I heard "Action!". I slowly was spun around and around. I just stared forward trying not to react. I could see my image in the monitor in the background as the camera slowly panned down from my head to my toes. My ribs were showing and my hip bones were sticking out.
Heather stood in front of me and pretended to interrogate me. I heard "Cut!". The machine stopped.
Jim: No no this won't work Heather. You're asking her questions and she's wearing a gag. It doesn't make sense. Let's do it again without the gag. He walked over to me and asked, Are you ok? Do you think you can do it again?
I nodded yes and smiled.
My gag was removed and the scene was reshot. After it ended the set erupted in applause. I was untied and helped to a nearby chair. The actors on set said I looked awesome and sexy.
Jim: We can stop here if you want or we can do the rack scene.
Me: I feel good. I'd love the rack.
Jim: You see Heather? Those muscle girls were a joke. What good are all those muscles if you can't take any pain? Ok everyone, take five and we'll stretch her on the rack. Lady:
Lady, oh Lady, so elegantly divine,
With grace and kindness that wonderfully shine.
Her presence like a gentle breeze,
Bringing warmth and ease.
Her eyes sparkle with empathy and care,
A heart so deep, willing to share.
She walks with a poise so rare,
A true embodiment of love and flair.
Her laughter rings like a soothing melody,
Bringing joy to all, so effortlessly.
A woman of strength and unwavering grace,
A shining example for the human race.
In her kindness, the world finds solace,
In her elegance, the heart finds its palace.
Lady, oh Lady, a beacon of light,
Guiding all with her radiance so bright.
May her spirit forever inspire,
Kindness and elegance never to tire.
For in her, we see a beauty so true,
Lady, how amazing and kind are you. Many on here are so picky about their girls appearance..
The same picky ones get on here with RY, OUTDATED, AND OR HATS, SHADES, AND DIRTY LOOKING PICS. They want a maintained women but haven't shaved or trimmed the hair or beard in forever.
If you want a well groomed partner, BE well groomed. If you want a classy lady BE a classy gentleman.
Upgrade yourself before trying to upgrade or downgrade us.
Laziness is a turn off.
my latest fantasy: You are going to subject me to a CFnm party. i meet You at a hotel party. i have two choices. A) i can remove my clothes and You can escort me the the party space, or B) You can bring me to the room and my clothes will be ripped off of me. i chose to remove my clothes, leaving them behind, and now totally helpless. We get to the other room and as the door opens i hear the voices of the Women waiting for me. i see Your friends standing there, but then i am horrified that i see some Women that i know. Some are Friends of mine. They have never seen me this way before and now i can not escape. You announce to the room that there is only one rule, there are no rules. i must remain naked the entire time, and the Women will never show anything that could not be shown in public. One of the Women i secretly have a crush on. She walks over to me, looking me up and down, smiling. She said she says, "I know you like me, and you are never going to get the courage to ask Me out. So I have to take things into My own hand, literally, She statrs to stroke me and pulls me into Her chest, and laughs. “That is as close as you will ever get to Me!” i am pinched, spanked, and passed back and forth between Your Guests. i am embarrassed by my Friends seeing me naked but i have way of leaving. i beg my Friends to help me, but no one comes to my aid. At the end of the party all of the Guests leave me. my body still aching in pain, but my body still crying out not to be left alone. I would like to take 2 road trips yet this summer, or at least one. One of the trips is up to explore some small towns in North Central Washington and one road trip is starting in the Northern peninsula of Washington and drive down the coast of Washington and Oregon. Then more and longer trips next year. I will pay for the gas, food and lodging. if you want other things please be prepared to purchase yourself. I am not a fancy person so there will be nothing fancy but not too cheap either. You can't beat a free trip. My only requirement is you must bring out your exhibitionist side and show me a lot of skin while traveling. It will give me something to look at and so forth on our trips. My house is also open if you so decide to relocate and maybe this will develop into much more for long term.
I will be waiting to hear back from you.
LongTerm Chastity
The waves of denial come and go.There are days when i forget that i am locked up, then a wave of reality hits and the feeling of helplessness and inferiority pound on my psyche.The need to be teased, aroused and denied as others enjoy their sexual freedoms intensifies..i started this journey out of curiosity and now i am overwhelmed with the need to be locked.i have gone back to my original device. It is open and i can keep myself clean without removing it.i am wondering if i should forgo any shaving, thus eliminating any reason for the occasional unlocking.Thoughts of making this permanent and irreversible have entered my mind. It would be easy enough to do: Hex button Stainless Steel screw, a tap, Locktite 266.
(Don't forget to round out the Hex hole with a f=drill bit after it is tightly in place, to render the Hex key useless.)
.Yes, the thought has crossed my mind..........a few times.. |
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