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Firstly, I can no longer reply to anyone who doesn't live in SWFL within 50ish miles of Fort Myers. That's where I live, and I'm looking for in-person time with someone who lives in my area only. Also, we're NOT having sex on a first date. I'm NOT looking for casual sex hookups. At all. If you're cheating on a wife or girlfriend I'm not interested. If she's okay with us playing and we can all 3 sit down together to discuss it, then maybe. At this time, I am only interested in real live dungeon dates with guys interested in S&M scenes - rope, whips, chains, floggers, fire - whatever impact play you're into will probably be fine. I do have quite a few limits depending on the day and time, and they WILL be negotiated beforehand. You have to be willing to go to local munches, parties, and kink events with me. My time is limited, and when I have time to socialize, that's where I like to go. Dungeons are my home away from home. I am a masochist, and I am poly. These two things are not optional. Meaning no matter what you call yourself, and no matter what your interests are, I will always need to play with other men. We can discuss the nuances of how this this might work best with your needs also. But you MUST be okay with me S&M playing with other men also, or we are not a match. I promise. I'm not on here very often anymore. Maybe the reasons are obvious. But I am a masochist, so where else would I be?

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3/16/2024 7:30:27 AM

My view on online dating sites:

They work great when seen as a way to make a connection with someone you wouldn't otherwise meet as long as you then quickly move the introduction into real time and real life dating.

Otherwise, it's a waste of time for me.

That's why I won't chat with you or entertain any "possibilities" if you live more than 100 miles away from me.

If you're spending all of your free time interacting online, then you're only going to cotinue facilitating your online relationships. And that is definitely NOT what I personally am looking for.

I'm only interested in meeting people fact-to-face and spending time together person-to-person.

I currently host a singles gathering in Fort Myers, FL for just this purpose. Because I understand that if I want to interact more with people in person I have to actually meet up with people in person. We meet on the 3rd Friday of the month. Message me if you want more info about the location. It's a great group, and a good way to connect with others.

So I just want to make it clear that if you send me a message expressing interest, I'm going to want to pin down an actual meet in Fort Myers within a week or so of our first conversation or I'm going to completely lose interest.

It is what it is.


10/31/2022 10:15:53 AM

I must be a masochist, because I can't seem to leave this site completely, even though I know how much it fucking sucks. It's like we're all just trolling the bottom of the barrel of humanity here trying to find a dream partner that doesn't actually exist. And yet, here we all still are, day after fucking day...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  


5/3/2022 7:06:21 AM

Hey, guys.

Just so you know, this ain't my first rodeo.

I was experimenting with S&M activities long before I was legal, or had actual sex.

And so I call BULLSHIT on your "D/s is mainly mental" blah, blah, blah.

A solid D/s relationship is a 3 legged stool of mind, body, and spirit.

Each leg is equally important, and MUST be equally developed in order for there to be balance and harmony in the power exchange relationship.

This is not optional, and you don't get to change the D/s laws of the universe just because you live 3000 miles away, or are trapped in a boring marriage.

Mind.

BODY.

Spirit.

For a masochist, one of these things MUST take place in person.

So regular face to face meets are NOT optional.

Smacking myself online while you watch does NOT count.

And if you live more than 100 miles away, I'm not driving, or flying, to your place every week.

It is what it is.


5/1/2022 11:59:43 AM

Can I be honest for a moment?

I never wanted to live to be this old.

I used to tell my friends all the time I didn't want to live past the age of 55, and I meant it.

But here I am, and the next 40 or so years look even more bleak than the first 55 were.

I was deliberately reckless in my youth for a reason.

And you know I'm going to live to be at least 100.

Because God is a sick sadistic fuck, and knows I don't really want to be here any more.

Yet here I be.

And the ONLY thing I'm interested in these days is going to kink parties and having fun with my friends from time to time.

So if you don't want to take me out to a kink party, get off my fucking lawn.

 


12/29/2021 5:00:21 PM

Now that the journal entries are functional again, I find I have nothing more to say.

Typical...


10/12/2014 9:25:33 PM
Wow, some of these profiles just get funnier by the day. Everyone who knows the difference between reality and psychopathic delusion, please raise your hand! Lol!

9/24/2014 6:23:52 PM


"A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?"
- Albert Einstein


9/19/2014 9:46:57 PM


Power, Power, Who Has the Power?


So, I ran across this "Master Checklist" about a year ago on a Dominant man's profile, and it really resonated with me. He gave me permission to repost it, and he did not want acknowledgement for it. If there is an original source other than him, I do not know it. I found this list pretty much embodied all that I am seeking in a Dominant partner at this time. And while I know there is not just one twue way around here, I think these points pretty much encapsulate what many of us are seeking in ourselves and others that we associate with, so I thought I would pass it on to the CS winds today:

  • A Master is spiritually awake.
  • A Master is actively engaged in regular spiritual practice to strengthen and deepen his awakening.
  • To the best of his ability, a Master loves unconditionally.
  • A Master strives to be uncompromising in his integrity.
  • A Master is honest, trustworthy and consistent in his words and actions.
  • A Master is willing to be emotionally open and vulnerable, and does not hide his feelings but instead expresses them in a healthy manner.
  • A Master is self-sufficient.
  • A Master knows that while pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.
  • To avoid causing suffering in himself and others, a Master remains in control of his ego, even when he indulges it.
  • A Master does not accept the service of a slave casually, and does not take the responsibility of mastering a slave lightly.
  • A Master knows what he has mastered, what he has of lasting value to offer a slave.
  • A Master understands and accepts that he is engaging in a relationship of equals with his slave.
  • A Master accepts from his slave only that which is freely given.
  • A Master accepts the gifts of his slave’s body and trust with gratitude, and takes neither for granted.
  • If SM is to be a part of the Master/slave relationship, a Master has or acquires the requisite technical knowledge and skill.
  • A Master is fully conscious of his fetishes, and of the power they have over him, and acts on them only when doing so does not cause harm or suffering
  • A Master understands the importance and value of discipline and protocol, and develops discipline for himself and a protocol for his slave that is both nurturing and nourishing.
  • A Master possesses and uses healthy and functional communication skills, and insists that his slave do so as well.
  • A Master is willing to stand in the middle of his slave’s projections about the Master without moving, neither supporting nor fostering the illusion, nor destroying it.
  • A Master is willing to bear, without complaint or self-pity, the awareness that doing his best may at times not be good enough.
  • A Master is willing to admit his mistakes, acknowledge his shortcomings, and make amends whenever possible.
  • Despite appearances, in exercising his authority a Master’s primary intention is not to get his needs met, but to meet the needs of others as revealed by the Universe; it is a manner in which a Master fulfills his Divine purpose.
  • A Master fully understands and embraces the paradox of the Master/slave relationship.

Then today I saw a quote on another Doms profile that said:

"And the power that you give me is the power that you can take away."

So I would love to hear some thoughts from others on how they view a D/s or M/s power EXCHANGE relationship. In particular, I would love to hear other thoughts on the "paradox nature" of this relationship. Mainly because I am not sure this is a concept that is discussed very often, and IMHO, a somewhat critical element for the success of a D/s relationship. Or perhaps more accurately, critically important to the success of MY D/s relationship. :)


9/6/2014 11:32:42 AM
The time has come to talk about SEX.

A friend and I were talking recently about how having the swinger crowd mixing in with the BDSM crowd more and more often has made parties and dating interactions far more challenging to navigate around here as a single submissive woman. I have friends who are swingers, so I don't mean for this to sound derogatory to anyone, but only to point out that sometimes the two crowds are coming from VERY different places in how they view sex. So I thought it would be a good time to articulate a little clearer how I view sex in my own life.

For me, being in a BDSM “lifestyle” is all about the physical aspect of being with someone person to person, and growing together in that physical/mental connection. Sex will deepen these bonds and this connection between two caring people. I believe virtual communication and interaction, such as networking websites, email, text, instant messaging, and telephone are awesome ways to communicate to SUPPLEMENT a good physical relationship in between times you cannot be together and talk in-person. However, when the “virtual” communication begins to replace actual face-to-face conversation and interaction, then there is a PROBLEM in the “relationship.” Therefore, even in my friendships as well as my sexual relationships, I seek actual face to face and physical interaction as often as possible.

For any women interested in me as more than friends: I'm not bi-sexual, at all, really, so sorry about that. I am bi-friendly, so will sometimes play with other women sensually, and it can get a little steamy, but I am just never going to want to have sex with a woman. I feel ZERO sexual attraction for other women, and at this point in my life, I am pretty sure this is never going to change. I love "pushing limits" and crossing "fine lines," but I just don't think sexual attraction is something you "develop" if there is not a seed there to begin with. I know myself well, and for better or for worse, it's the man-brain attached to the dick that really does it for me.

Now I know I opened Pandora’s box here by actually admitting I like sex. However, just because I am comfortable with my own sexuality, love having sex whenever and wherever I can, and have no problem doing things sexually other women don’t usually like doing, this does NOT necessarily mean I am going to have sex with YOU just because you think I am “really hot.” Sorry. I’m flattered, I promise, but I usually only have one lover at a time, and I never have casual sex, and I never have sex with strangers. There are various reasons for this which I would be happy to articulate for you in more detail if you would like me to, but the bottom line is I am very selective in who I decide to get into a sexual relationship with, and always have been. I can happily go years without having sex with someone. So I am very much about the quality of the relationship over the quantity of times I can have an orgasm in my life.

Right now, I am actually in the market for a reliable lover. A reliable lover for me means you have to live close enough to me that we can actually see each other a couple of times a month. You have to actually care about me. You have to be free to go out in the evenings and the weekends, and you should be as willing to drop everything for a booty call whenever I might need one as I would be for you. I expect to have some level of priority in your life. I don't have to be your one and only top priority, but I would expect that you at least put me somewhere over feeding your goldfish, and watching sit coms on television after work. Yes, I actually require a little time and effort from a man. Sorry. If you want that non-committal, no-effort, put you dick in and then go your merry way thing, I work at Spencers, and I can get you a blow up doll in your choice of bimbo for under $20.

If you are just interested in some casual and occasional S/M play with me, that is great, but I don't have sex with my S/M play partners. Sometimes this changes if we play regularly over time, but never for people I only see occasionally. If you are okay with this and you are interested in play with me, you have to be a sadistic Top, and derive significant pleasure just from inflicting pain for the sake of inflicting pain on someone. I find the pain intensely pleasurable in and of itself, and need nothing further on my end. People who enjoy playing with me are Tops who feel the same. They derive pleasure just from inflicting pain, and require no other sexual "favors" in return from me. A good friend and current play partner describes it as a "dance," and I love the analogy. When we play together it is sensual and erotic in it's own right, but requires nothing more to be satisfying on either end. If you do not feel the same about S/M play, then you and I will not "click" in this regard. Sorry. Can we still be friends? :D


6/3/2014 6:36:59 AM

So, it has become painfully apparent that the modern generation needs a crash course on internet wooing.

 

Let's pretend we are all normal people with normal everyday thoughts, feelings, and urges. Let's pretend we are all hanging out in a room together in person, and you see a really hot girl you would like to get to know better, and with a little luck, maybe she will let you put your penis somewhere in or near her body. You want to make a good impression so she will want to turn her attention to you, and spend some of her valuable time with you. Unfortunately, at this party, the only way you can make first contact with this complete stranger is through the written word. Damn. Now you wish you had paid better attention in spelling and grammar class, don't you? That's okay, you feel confident she can look past a few educational mishaps and see you for the unique and amazing person you are if you can convince her to give you a chance. So you ponder the written public profile she is holding up in front of her a little more, write your initial letter of introduction to her articulating in your own special way why you think she is amazing, and why you think both your lives would be enhanced if she would spend some time with you over the hundreds of other men in the room also vying for her attention. You re-read your note while pretending you are the reader on the other end to insure it has the information and flow you were going for, and then you hit "send message" and hope for the best. What could be simpler?

 

Okay, lesson over pervs. Good luck in your future endeavors! :)


5/1/2014 9:05:19 PM

The Law of Kinky Exchange

 

So, there is a law of the Universe that more or less states that in order to get something of value in life, you must first GIVE something of equivalent value in exchange. This law of the Universe has been interpreted in various ways over the centuries. Read Aristotle's "Nicomachean Ethics" if you want to really give your brain a workout on the topic (http://www.constitution.org/ari/ethic_00.htm). Or, for the current YouTube generation, Fullmetal Alchemist has a more modern interpretation of the law (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.?term=equivalent%20exchange).
I would like to humbly offer my kinky sex interpretation of the law of exchange:


NO ONE IS GOING TO FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT FOR FREE. AN EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE OF SOME SORT IS REQUIRED FOR YOU TO GET YOUR KINKY ROCKS OFF ACCORDINGLY. IF YOU DO NOT OFFER AN EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE FOR YOUR PERVERTED SEXUAL PRACTICES, SOMETHING REALLY BAD WILL HAPPEN TO YOU FOR TAKING ADVANTAGE OF ANOTHER HUMAN BEING FOR YOUR OWN UNFAIR USE. THE MORE VULNERABLE THAT OTHER HUMAN BEING WAS WHEN YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF THEM SEXUALLY, THE MORE HORRIBLE YOUR EVENTUAL DAMNATION WILL BE, MAY YOU BURN IN THE DEEPEST PIT OF THE MOST HORRIBLE HELL OF YOUR OWN MAKING.


Okay, that's my interpretation of the law anyway. You can all do with that whatever you like. And if you care to read on, allow me to continue rambling here with a few more of my midnight musings on the topic. :)


I don't particularly want to get into a huge debate here on the implications of prostitution and it's legalities in the good ol' USofA. Can we all just agree to work under the realization that sex in some way, shape, or form is politics? Can we agree that in order to get fucked properly, an exchange of some sort is required? If you are uncomfortable with the concept of the exchange for sexual acts being actual money, (because somehow that would be very, very wrong according to the patriarchal governing systems that wouldn't want to allow people any REAL power for their sexual prowess around here,) can we at least consider for a moment what kinky sex would be worth to you if we COULD place a value on it? You know, freedom of speech and of the press and of our own illustrious imaginations and all...


Recently I posted a snippet in my journal on Collarme that said something to the effect of "not all girls on this website are cheap hookers, you know." Then I got this lovely note in my inbox one day:


DomDude on 3/28/14 at 2:14 PM:You're not a cheap hooker. You GIVE it away.


*Because, you know, all old kinky chubby submissive girls are so desperate we just live to suck your dick and scrub your toilet for free. Duh.*


Neolloydia on 3/28/14 at 2:28 PM:You wish. Lol. I cost a HELL of a lot more than a cheap hooker. I don't fuck anyone unless they care about me in some manner first. Love ain't cheap. :)


So, um, what the FUCK is wrong with all the people out there who want other people to fall down on their knees and service them sexually with no effort or responsibility or exchange WHATSOEVER on their part??? Are you Fucking on Crack? At what point in your myopic development did you suddenly think you could put a fucking Domly label over your head and get something for nothing? Or call yourself "submissive" and think that means your job is to just lie there, look pretty, and let it happen? This goes for all you self-absorbed bitchy women as well as you asshole men, btw. How the Hell has that been working out for you over the years? Honestly??? Wait, let me guess: My crystal ball says you are over the age of 50, and starting to panic because you realize you might actually die alone someday...


Okay, don't panic. Take a breath and open your mind. You can do it, I know you can. I know you WISH the Universe would follow YOUR rules, and life would be simple and uncomplicated and all, but, uh, yeah - it just doesn't work like that. Accept. Adapt. Survive and move on. You can do it if you try. I promise.


Allow me to help you think of some ideas for equitable exchanges, or feel free to chat with others who are doing it right for their insight on how THEY worked it all out in their own lives if they seem to know something you don't, and have something awesome in their life you want also. That IS why we're all here, right? To help each other out, and to maybe LEARN a little something from each other? Well, it could happen accidentally anyway. You never know.


Here are just a few of my ideas off the top of my head when I think about our kinky sex exchange options:


Ask a person you are interested in sexually to meet you at a mutually agreeable location. Have an actual face to face conversation to discuss whether or not you are both interest in having sex in the same manner for the same reasons. Be honest with each other. Negotiate the terms of your verbal agreement to have sex with each other, your expectations from each other, and if S/M is involved, maybe summarize the gist in an email or text with each other just for future reference should it be needed. If it is agreed that both sides will be MUTUALLY benefiting from the sex act itself, I recommend at minimum an 1:1 orgasm exchange on average. Why? Because if one of you receives MORE benefit from the sex act than the other, then it is not an EQUIVALENT exchange, and much pissiness will eventually ensue on the side with the fewest orgasms. 


So how do you know for sure if your mutual sexual exchange with your partner is actually mutual? Because you BOTH leave the situation HAPPY with the sexual exchange. You BOTH feel satisfied, and you BOTH feel like you have gained something meaningful from the exchange. Easy peasy, right? (ps - Do NOT trust your partner's words in this regard. People lie with words all the time. Trust your partner's FEELINGS. If one side or the other is not happy no matter what they say, something is wrong. Trust me on this one...)


Okay, so now let's imagine only one side of the sexual equation gets to have an orgasm, or any enjoyment at all from the negotiated sexual activity. If you are the one that gets to have the enjoyable sexual activity that someone else is providing to you, ask yourself how YOU feel you should compensate that person for their service? Is there a part of your brain that thinks that other person should just give of themselves and of their service to you for FREE? Seriously? Do you REALLY think that is going to work out well for you in the long run? So perhaps ask that person what they would like in return, and OFFER that compensation to that person, or counter with something equivalent, and make sure the compensation is agreeable to the person who will be providing the service. You kinda get this concept, right? Please, for the love of the Universe, please tell me you kinda "get" this concept.


Do you have a problem with this in some way? Is my writing here offending you somehow? WHY DO YOU THINK THAT IS? Do you compensate waiters? Do you compensate hair dressers? Do you compensate taxi drivers? Do you compensate your masseuse? Do you compensate your maid? Do you compensate your doctor? Do you compensate your psychologist? Do you somehow think the person who lets you ram your dick down their throat deserves less than your hair dresser? THINK ABOUT IT. What is that person's service WORTH to you?


And if you are on the service end of the equation, be honest with yourself. WHY are you providing that service to someone else? What are you getting out of it for yourself? What are you expecting to come of it for you down the road? WHY do you think providing a "free" service to someone else is in your own best interest somehow? I'm not necessarily talking once or twice just to be a nice to another person, but habitually? Do you go to your job and work for "free" every day? If you made a commodity of some sort other people wanted, would you be able to just give it to them for free, or would you expect to "sell" it to them to pay your rent and compensate you for your time and materials? If someone came and asked you for an hour or so of your time and effort, what is that time and effort worth to you? Quit being a doormat all the time, and see yourself as a person of sexual VALUE in the world, and place a value on yourself and your service. YOU DESERVE IT!


I'm not sure at what point the kinky world stopped understanding the Golden Rule still applies no matter what label you give yourself, or what bizarre fetish gets you off sexually. If you wouldn't do it yourself, why do you think it is okay to ask someone else to do it? And just because you CAN, doesn't necessarily mean you SHOULD.


Being kinky sexually doesn't give us a pass on using personal values, morals, and ethics in our dealings with each other. If anything, I believe it makes us MORE responsible to use them appropriately, because otherwise, we are not just "playing" on the fringe of "normal" societies evil taboos, we become them, and not in a good way.


So says Neo. Now go forth and exchange kink more EQUITABLY pervs. You'll thank me later. :)


3/1/2014 7:17:49 AM
Can someone please explain to me the point of a dick pic for your profile picture? Do you guys actually think that is a turn on for women in any way, shape, or form? Have any of you ever actually met a legitimate woman (not a whore trying to get your money) who said they were turned on by your profile dick pic? We laugh our asses off at them, btw, so I guess if that's the effect you were looking for, carry on pervs...

2/16/2014 8:08:38 PM

I always thought women were notorious for having unrealistic expectations in a man, but this mythical perfect woman the guys around here are seeking is actually kind of hysterical. I think y'all have been reading a little too much Penthouse since boyhood, and it has officially addled your brains. Unicorns do not exist. Lmfao!


2/3/2014 6:01:00 PM
OK, so the down side to being a mature slut is that once you have experienced a few dozen penises in your life, the thrill is gone, and you no longer believe in the magic penis. I promise, no matter how big yours is, you really do not have a magic penis. You might have a really nice penis, and it might work great, and you might actually know what to do with it and all, and that would be awesome. But kinky girls are so NOT enamored with same old same old boring old vanilla sex. Honestly, we're not. Sooooo, sorry boys, but you are going to have to dazzle me with something else. You are going to have to find a reason I would want to hang out with you that extends beyond the 15 minutes or so you are pumping me with your prize possession before you get a cramp and start wheezing because you are out of shape, then fart, roll over and go to sleep. Yes, this girl requires dazzling. If my life is not somehow better for having spent time with YOU, then I have plenty of ways I can entertain and dazzle and diddle myself. Really.

2/2/2014 5:36:11 AM

"Insanity, why are you my clarity?"


12/31/2013 10:30:31 PM

Happy New Year, pervs! I wish happier and healthier relationships for everyone in 2014. Make it so! :D


12/27/2013 6:13:23 AM

<Deep sigh>

 

It ain't easy being me...

 

THE DATE

 

At exactly 9:00pm, the doorbell rang. Toni did a final "once over" check in the mirror to make sure her outfit and makeup were as perfect as possible, then hurried to the door, unbolted the lock, and swung it open. The man standing before her was perfection himself. She was always a bit surprised with how handsome he was when she looked at him. Sometimes she found herself staring at him and seeking to find a flaw in him just to reassure herself he was actually human, but tonight she caught her breath at the strength and beauty of him standing before her. He was that classic Latin good looking tall, dark, and handsome. His jet black hair was cut short and actually gleaming in the porch light. His chocolate brown eyes were so dark you couldn't really see the pupils, so they always managed to pull her in if she allowed herself time to just stare into them for a moment. He knew she had a thing for "scruffy" facial hair, so while he would prefer to be closely shaven at all times, he had grown a shadow of a goatee, which always made her smile knowing he had done it just for her.

Tonight he was wearing black jeans with black alligator leather cowboy boots, and a black dress shirt folded casually at the cuff to show off his muscular forearms, then unbuttoned far enough to reveal a the top of his chiseled chest and the gleam of a simple gold chain with a cross nestled there. She resisted the urge to throw herself into his arms and bury her face in the hollow of his neck and chest for a moment and just breath in the warmth and smell of him, and instead just stood there waiting for his inspection and approval. She smiled brightly and asked, "Well?"

"Turn," he stated, which she did, and he nodded in approval at her simple black halter dress, strappy black leather heels, and simple but elegant hair and makeup. "You look stunning," he said, "Are you ready to go?"

"Always," she smiled. He reached in to pick up the black leather duffle bag sitting just inside the doorjamb, rested his hand in the small of her back to escort her out of the door, then pulled the door closed behind her and tested it to make sure it had locked tightly behind her. He walked slightly ahead of her to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for her and supported her as necessary as she slipped into the leather seat and put on her belt securely. He placed the bag in the trunk of the car, and slipped into the driver's seat and started the engine.

During the half hour ride to their destination they chatted brightly about the events of the day in their work lives, catching up on friends and shared stories, and enjoying the comfortable companionship that always just seemed to occur very naturally whenever they were together. Toni loved how they could slip easily from every day "real life" activities to more formal "protocols" at appropriate times and places with no effort, and she always really enjoyed these moments when she felt like every other girl in the world on a normal date with a handsome man without a care or concern in the world. About five minutes before they got to their destination, which was in a warehouse district in the city, and not the "safest" neighborhood in the area, her anxiety started kicking in, and he sensed it immediately. "Are you okay?" he asked, "Do you want to wait a bit before going in? We are fairly early, so we don't have to go in right away."

"No," she said as she took a few deep breaths and began to prepare herself mentally for the evening ahead. "I'm okay. It is what it is." Then she put on her brightest "party face" to reassure him she was ready for whatever the evening would bring.

When they got to the destination and he parked the car, they both immediately morphed into their "formal event" personas. All the casual chatting of the car ride stopped, and now there was no talking at all, as he retrieved the bag and assisted her out of the car and led her to the door of the warehouse. All the other units in the vicinity were dark and quiet at this hour of the night, so it lent an eerie feeling to walking into a unit with no markings or windows to give any kind of a hint as to what was just inside. She allowed the tingling of fear and trepidation she always felt settle over her as she approach the door behind him. He knocked, as the door was always locked from the inside, and a doorman opened it and welcomed them into the reception area. "Max and Toni" he stated confidently, and waited for the doorman to find their names on his guest list. "Yup, there you guys are," he said. Then Max handed the guy $40 for their entrance fees, and the doorman opened the curtain behind him so that they could enter the main part of the building.

The room was very dark, but had enough soft lighting to illuminate all the dungeon equipment scattered throughout the room. In the front left corner of the room were the doors to the restrooms and some lockers were available for use for the guests. In the right front corner of the room were several couches and chairs arranged in a comfortable "social" area with some snacks and beverages on a long table next to them. A few people were seated there already talking quietly together. In the main part of the room several pieces of dungeon furniture was scattered about with plenty of distance between to accommodate multiple players. There were no scenes going on at the moment as it was still early, so people were scattered about greeting and chatting in various locations in the room.

Max escorted Toni to a seat in the social area and placed the bag next to her as she sat. "Stay here," he said, "I'll make all the arrangements then come back to get you when we're ready." Toni was grateful for the opportunity to just sit and continue to mentally prepare for the night, and it was a gift to be able to let someone else handle all the logistics of the negotiation and preparation for a change. A few people she knew seated around her said, "Hello, nice to see you again," but otherwise she was left free to just observe the room and clear her mind.

She just sat and watched as Max approached a few other people in the room and engaged them in conversation. Now and then she could see them point to a certain piece of equipment, nod or shake a head, or point to an or tool of some sort or another. After about 20 minutes she saw Max shake the hand of one of the men in the room dressed in black leather pants, large clunky biker boots, and a black t-shirt and leather vest. He had tattoos up both arms, was bald with a full beard, and Toni was quite sure he tried his best to look like the scariest person in the room just for the intimidation factor alone. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized he would be her partner for the evening, and she couldn't figure out if it was due to excitement or terror. These days the two sensations were so closely intertwined she could rarely tell which was which any more.

The scary biker man started staring at Toni intently while Max walked across the room back to where she was waiting. When he got to her he stated matter-of-factly without a hint of emotion, "We're going to go ahead and get started. No use waiting." A wave of fear hit her again when she realized she was going to be the first and only person on the floor, and that all eyes in the room would be on her alone at that moment. But she swallowed down her fear, then stood up, and pulled on her "tough girl" face. She stared defiantly back at the biker man, looking him right in the eye with a dare and a challenge in their depths that she knew would only spur him on. He actually smiled for a moment when he caught her look from across the room, and Toni resisted the urge to flip him off, and looked instead to Max.

"Disrobe," he stated simply, and without further hesitation, Toni slipped the black dress off to reveal her nudity underneath, and slipped off her heels. Max gathered the dress she dropped and her shoes and placed them on their bag, then took a chair to a position along the wall where he could watch her closely without being in the way of anyone else. Toni was left standing alone and naked, and this time when she looked at the biker man, some of the challenge had dissipated from her face, and some of her fear had begun creeping into her eyes.

When she looked at him him this time, there was a hint of pleading already, and this seemed to set him into action. "Girl, get over here NOW!" He demanded strongly, and everyone in the room stopped what they were doing, and now all stared at Toni also. A flush crept over her whole body from the tops of her cheeks downwards, and for a moment, she thought her knees would buckle and she wouldn't be able to comply. But there was a compulsion within her to do as she was commanded, so within seconds she dropped her eyes from his, gathered her strength, and began walking straight towards him.

The second she got within arms reach he grabbed her hair roughly at the nape of her neck and pulled her head back so she had to meet his eyes. "You almost made me have to come and get you, girl, and that would have been BAD." She blinked a couple of times and forced back tears that started to spring into the corners of her eyes, "Yes, Sir." she breathed out in a whisper, and that seemed to appease him somewhat, and his grip on her hair loosened just a tad. "That's better," he said, "but it isn't going to save your lovely ass." Then he dragged her over to a hanging bar that was situated in the center of the room by her hair, and when he had her positioned directly underneath it, stated firmly, "Don't move."

Toni was left standing naked in the center of the room with every eye on her while the biker went to his bag and pulled out leather cuffs and some chains. He returned and buckled the cuffs around her hands then chained up to the bar so that she was standing with her arms up and out above her, and when he was done, she closed her eyes and gripped the to cold solid chain the best that she could in her hands to give herself something to hold on to and brace herself for what was to come. She squeezed her eyes shut, and just waited. She had no way to know what might be coming next, and in her mind, she prayed only for the strength to handle anything this man did to her with dignity and grace, and to not embarrass herself further in front of all the people now watching.

She kept her eyes squeezed shut, but she could feel him come back to her and walk all around her. She could smell his leather and man scent, which wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but certainly not overly cologned either. "Well," he said, "You're quite the looker, ain't you? You got some nice curves here, girlie, and I'm gonna see what I can do to pretty them up even more for you, 'cause I'm a nice guy like that." And he chuckled a deeply at his own little twisted irony. After a few more passes around her, she felt him stand directly behind her, and then he demanded, "Spread your legs." Toni moved her legs apart about a foot or so, then heard him shout, "Wider!" and she moved them as far apart as she could while still maintaining a strong standing balance. "Better," he said, than after a few moments he shouted, "Damn, girlie! I can smell you already, and I ain't even started yet!" He chuckled again, and Toni wanted to sink into the floor in humiliation and shame. She couldn't stop the reactions of her body, like it or not, and it always embarrassed her to no end that activities that horrified other women excited her like no other. She had been told by those who loved her that she shouldn't try and continue to make herself crazy wondering "why" she had been made this way, but that she should just embrace it and love herself for who she was. But at moments like these when the reality of her life and the betrayal of her own body hit her full force, she couldn't help but feel like a freak for being so clearly "broken" in this way. Again, she felt the tears begin to threaten in the corner of her eyes, and again, she steeled her mind and forced them away, and was able to find a new confidence and a new strength in her stance, and now she gripped the chains in her hand tightly, took a few deep calming breaths, and just stood firm waiting and willing to accept whatever happened next to her.

She heard the deafening crack of a whip echo through the room, and before her brain had fully processed the sound and what would be coming next, she felt the burning sting of it hit her on her upper back. Involuntarily, she flinched and arched backwards as she threw her head up and back with a gasp of shock. As soon as she felt the lash, however, her body began to relax for the first time that week, and the sensations began to morph into those of pleasure. She hung her head and gripped the chains again to support herself, and then just allowed herself to get lost in the dark, and the sounds, and the sensation of the whip striking her all over her back, ass, and thighs.

Now that the biker man was concentrating on his craft, he was blessedly silent, as was the rest of the room. There was nothing to distract her from the sting and the burn that began to permeate her body spreading pleasure and relaxation in it's wake. For the most part, she remained motionless and silent, other than for a gasp or a flinch now and then when the whip hit with a higher intensity, or in a more tender part of her body. Every now and then he would just crack the whip for theatrical and sound effect, and each time the sound echoed off the wall, she could feel the moisture between her legs increase until she could actually feel it start dripping down her inner thighs. Sexual desire started permeating every cell of her body until she felt her limbs begin to tremble with her need for release. When he sensed her arousal, the biker started increasing the intensity of the whipping, but she didn't think it was to bring her more pleasure. She realized he was trying to get her out of her pleasure zone, and make her cry with the pain. Luckily, though, he was concentrating so hard on making it hurt her that he ceased the verbal humiliation, and so even as the intensity increased, she was able to ride the waves of pain with no more than a few gasps and an audible "Ahhh," that would slip out now and then.

Eventually, however, her body began to sense that it had had enough abuse, and she began to squirm and twist to avoid the increasing intensity and brutality of the lash. When she began to do this, she heard the biker chuckle in delight again, and after a few excruciating moments of hearing him laugh and her body starting to send signals to her brain she needed to stop doing this thing she was doing, she could feel the tears start to threaten in her eyes again, and in a moment of panic she opened her mouth to call out her safe word. The instant she was about to do so, she heard Max stand up and say very firmly, "OK, that's enough. No more."

The relief that hit her body was instantaneous. She nearly fainted with the release of every last bit of tension in her sliding away. In less than a moment she felt Max behind her supporting her body and wrapping his arms around her as the biker began unchaining her arms. Then Max put a blanket around her and turned her into him so she could rest against his chest, and he just wrapped his arms as tightly around her as he could and held her there trapped against him for a few minutes. Eventually, she was able to pull back a bit and look up into his eyes and breathe, "I'm okay." He kissed to top of her forehead and breathed back, "You were gorgeous, and fucking amazing!" She glowed at his praise, and he led her over to a couch to sit and recover, and a few friends started soothing and gushing over her. She heard a few people saying things like, "Oh my God! That was incredible!" or "That was an awesome scene!" and the energy and sexual tension in the room was palpable, and clearly contagious.

After a few more minutes, people began mingling again, and someone started playing some alternative music in the background. Toni realized that more people had come into the dungeon during her scene, but had just been entranced and stood to the side to watch until it was over. These newcomers now started greeting people, and new couples and groups started positioning around the furniture to engage in play of their own. Toni remained snuggled on the couch in the blanket next to Max, and he just kept his arms tight around her until he could sense she was coming back to her perky and saucy self a bit. When he sensed she could stand and walk straight again, he pulled her up to a seated position, and said, "It's time to go."

Obediently she stood and let the blanket fall off her shoulders. He picked up her dress and pulled it back in place over her. "Sit down," he said, "I'll put everything in the car and pull it around, then come back to get you." Gratefully, she sat down again, and waited in a bit of a daze for him to return. She heard him say good-bye to a few people for them, then he came to her, and she stood up a little too eagerly, and felt herself start to feel a little light headed. She reached for his arm to steady herself, and then he just reached down to pick up her shoes in one hand, and scooped her up in his arms to carry her out to the car so she wouldn't have to walk in her heels or bare feet. While he was carrying her, she held tightly around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder and just breathed in the scent of him. He put her down gingerly next to the car, opened the door, and turned towards her to lead her into the car again. She looked into his eyes and could see the love and adoration for her shining there, and his care and concern for her touched her more deeply than anything she had ever imagined could. No one in her entire life had ever loved her like this, or taken care of her like this, and she couldn't believe this incredible man was standing before her now. She threw her arms around his neck again, and this time when she felt the tears come to her eyes, she could not stop them. She stood there in front of the warehouse in the dark parking lot with his arms holding her safely and securely and let the tears flow. The biker sadist with all his cruelty and harsh words could not break her, but the gentle kindness of this man who would never hurt her shredded her heart into a thousand bloody pieces the whip could never reach.

He just held her and let her sob and cry, and occasionally kissed a tear or two from the corners of her eyes while holding her and soothing her hair. When she had cried herself out and quieted, he wiped her face with the tail of his shirt, then lifted her chin and kissed her deeply until he felt her begin to squirm in passion. He released her gently, turned her and placed her gently into the car, made sure her seat belt was fastened safely, and got in to drive them both home.


~Neolloydia


It's just a story, pervs, but if you don't "get it," then you won't get me. It's called BDSM, people. Welcome to the dark side... :)

 

12/16/2013 9:34:02 PM

Okay, where is it written that being a kinky girl automatically equals being a slut who has no problem fucking you behind your wife's back?

 

And why is it when you are the one lying and cheating on a spouse or significant other, I am the one who is being "judgmental" because I have a problem with people who lie and cheat on a spouse?

 

I know everyone has challenges in life that make it hard for them to do the right thing sometimes, but NO GOOD EVER came from lying and cheating on anyone - EVER.

 

And if you are so fucking Domly, how come you can't have an honest conversation with your wife about your kinky desires and needs, and let the chips fall as they may? No problems ever got solved in a marriage by keeping secrets from each other, I'm quite sure about that. And no wife who ever found out about her lying, cheating spouse ever said, "I'm soooo glad you lied to me about cheating on me, because the truth would have been much harder for me to handle. Thank you so much for protecting me and our family from the truth with your sneaky behavior and lies."

 

So, you can rationalize it all you want, but the bottom line for me is if you don't have the balls to have an honest conversation with your wife, and do the things that you know you need to live life the ethical way, then you don't have the balls to stand up next to me. I promise you that. 

 

So do us both a favor and just move along...

 


12/6/2013 7:46:43 AM

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

 

It's all fun and games until you have to actually meet the scary maso in person and say it to her face... Lol!

 

Fuckin' scaredy doms - and you all know who you are. :)


12/1/2013 9:01:51 PM

I'm sorry, did I miss the memo where Collarme became the hookup spot for creepy old men going through a mid-life crisis trying to hook-up with clueless young and desperate barely legal girls seeking a little more tingle in their ginies?

 

Where the fuck are the hot men in leather with the whips and chains??? If they defected to another site, they should have sent out a memo or something...


12/1/2013 7:26:22 AM

Just for clarification:

 

Chatting online while sitting in your living room in your underwear is not a date.

 

Mutual masturbation over skype is not a date.

 

You expecting me to make all the effort and arrangements to meet is not a very endearing and/or Domly quality. If meeting and hanging out with you  becomes more work and effort for me in my life, I'd rather hang out alone, and you can suck your own dick.

 

So, bottom line, if you don't have the time, money, or inclination to actually get dressed and take a girl out on the town now and then, that would probably explain why you are still single and/or seeking something more in your life. Just sayin'...


11/25/2013 9:32:08 PM

Sooooo, is anyone else bored with the same old same old around here? If this gives you a new tingle tonight, you're welcome. :) (ps - No one has permission to steal my shit unless you give me due credit. I can easily prove it's mine, and if you liked it, there's plenty more where that came from. Just say "pretty please." ) ;) 

 

The Fury

 

She felt the energy hit her in her heart, creeping up and squeezing around her throat, choking her just as effectively as if it were his own hands. She knew he was pissed like he had never been pissed before, that she had overstepped her bounds knowingly, and that he was deep in the grip of his “beast.” She had felt his rage before, often when something she had unwittingly done set him off, but he was always so in control of himself that he was able leave for a time, and send the rage to her metaphysically from a distance, which was unbelievably painful to experience, but allowed him time to pull back into himself until they could work it out again.

 

This time it felt different because she knew what she had done, and she deserved everything he was going to do to her, and probably more. When she heard the ding of the text on her phone she knew without looking it was him, and what it would say.

“OPEN THE DOOR!”


She stood on the other side of it, placing her hands and forehead against it, knowing he was just on the other side, and knowing exactly what his face looked like at that moment even without seeing it. “Please!” she choked out as the tears started to spring to her eyes and roll down her cheeks. “I can’t. I’M SORRY!”


“OPEN THE DOOR NOW, BONITA!” she heard him demand, not loud enough to wake the neighbors, but loud enough for her to hear the power and fury in his voice clearly through the door.


She started sobbing in earnest now. He had used her pet name – the name he used when he was holding her in love and smiling deeply into her eyes, and it sounded so grotesque when he said it in rage. But the power behind it compelled her just the same, and she had no choice. She turned the deadbolt with a click, and she cracked open the door.

He didn’t push it open roughly like she expected he would, so she was forced to keep opening the door slowly on her own until she could see all of him standing there, staring right into her eyes. He stood there motionless for a few moments staring at her, and she was trapped like a deer in the street seeing oncoming headlights, knowing danger was imminent, but completely unable to move. When she couldn’t take the tension in the air or the pain in her heart a moment longer, she finally whispered, “Sir – please…”


She had no idea what she was pleading for. Was she pleading for her life, or was she pleading for him to take it from her? At that exact moment, she really wasn’t sure. He never broke eye contact for even a second, and then suddenly, she felt his actual hand at her throat as he pushed her backwards and onto the stairs leading to her upper-level apartment floor. He held her pinned on the stairs with one hand at her throat, and the other partially supporting his body weight as he pressed himself against the full length of her with himself. She was trapped and completely immobile like she had never been before, and the panic hit her instantly. She couldn’t stand being trapped, and not being able to see or know that there was an exit or an escape route should she need it. Years of having to live a life “on the run” had taught her to be ready to was unpredictable, not always nice, and you never knew what might happen next. Usually, she found it fun and exciting to live that way, but now she was trapped in her own deep fears and insecurities in her own mind, and he knew it. She started to struggle involuntarily, grabbing at his hand around her throat with her own, and feeling the hard wood of the stairs behind her biting deeply into her back. He did not move or stop staring at her, even when she closed her eyes, cried, and really started struggling in earnest for release. She didn’t scream, as it wasn’t in her nature to do so no matter how scared or injured she was, but she fought him for the first time ever – actively trying to get him off of her and his hands off her throat. It was the first time she had ever struggled against his wishes, and it scared her beyond comprehension.


He held her there by her throat, never squeezing tightly enough to block her air completely, but enough she had to gasp and struggle to breathe, for several excruciatly long minutes that seemed like hours. He allowed her to struggle in futility while he held his hand at her throat, and she was quite sure he was contemplating whether or not he should actually keep squeezing tighter, and tighter, and tighter. In her frenzy and panic, she suddenly heard him command, “STOP!” She stopped her struggle instantly, she had no choice. Her body and her brain had been trained to obey him without question, and so against her panic, she stopped thrashing, gathered every ounce of calm she could muster, held herself still, and forced herself to look back up and into his eyes again.


He had not moved other than to prevent her from escaping, and so his expression was exactly the same as the one he had at the door. He had schooled his face into such an unreadable mask of calm all the time that it was nearly impossible to know what he was thinking from his face alone. But she could read his eyes, and she felt his energy inside her, and she knew EXACTLY what he was feeling at the moment. He was furious.


When she could manage to find the barest whisper of a voice, she breathed, “Are you going to kill me?” He did not move, did not change expression, and did not acknowledge the question in any way. Gradually, as she looked up at his unchanging face, her forced calm became real calm. She continued to look deep into his eyes, and felt her love for him begin to surge through her, beginning to cancel out his rage. Her voice became clearer and stronger now, “You can, you know. Kill me. I would let you. I deserve it. You should. I don’t deserve you, and I can’t live without you.” In that moment, she felt the fury stop, and the rage morphed into his usual passion. His eyes changed just enough that she could see he was back in control of his beast, and that she was no longer in mortal danger, and that he was still angry with her, but no longer furious beyond reason.


He pulled back off her body just enough to put both hands at the base of her throat now, and rip the flimsy tank top she had been wearing from the neck down until is was torn into two jagged halves. He pulled the sides of the top around her arms at her side and tied them behind her body to function as a makeshift bond for her upper arms, which when combined with his body weight on top of her, left her effectively pinned and helpless. With no thought or care or concern for her whatsoever, he started biting her neck and breasts so hard she was sure her flesh might actually be tearing. His hands squeezed, pulled, pinched, slapped, hit, and otherwise abused her body in whatever way amused him at the time, and she lay motionless underneath him, allowing him to do as he would without protest. The moment she felt his hands, lips, and teeth against her skin, her own fear morphed instantly to her own intense passion, and her body began to betray her once again. She could not stop herself, she began moaning and writhing beneath him, desperate to finally feel him take her body completely. The more he hurt her, the more her body responded until she started sobbing again, but this time it was in frustration, and a need for release. “Please…please…please…” she heard herself chanting raggedly under her breath with her head thrown back, eyes closed, and back arched towards him. She was half afraid he would leave her like this – he had done it before, just to be mean, and that was when he wasn’t mad at her, and when she didn’t deserve to be punished. But this time, he did not. She could feel that his own need to possess her was as intense as her need to feel him inside her, and then suddenly she felt herself be pulled forward roughly by the back of her hair and flipped onto her stomach. He didn’t bother ripping off her panties, but just pulled them to the side as he pushed himself inside her, brutally fucked her from behind while pulling her head back tightly by her hair, and continuing to slap, pinch, and otherwise abuse her body with his other hand. The violation was fast, but their need was in sync, so when he came, her body was also ready, and they climaxed together.


He collapsed on top of her, now pushing her face and belly into the stairs with his full weight as he encompassed as much of her as he could with his own body behind her as he held her pinned and immobile once more. She was having difficulty breathing with the weight on her lungs, but she didn’t dare move, speak, or even breathe at that moment until he told her to. After an indeterminate amount of time with the two of them lying together like this, he finally pulled her head to the side by her hair again, and whispered fiercely into her ear, “NEVER, EVER do that again, or it WILL be the last time. You are MINE, do you understand me?” The tears of gratitude and relief started flooding from her eyes immediately, and she was able to gurgle out of her constricted throat, “Yes, Sir. I understand completely. Thank you, Sir.”


Suddenly she felt him remove his body weight, and she could move enough to get full gulps of air for the first time in what seemed like hours. But before she had time to fully process anything else, she heard him state matter-of-factly, “Now get up, we have your punishment to attend to.”


~Neolloydia


11/24/2013 8:59:06 PM

Aaaaaaaand another profile update today. How many times did it take for Edison to invent the light bulb again? Never give up, kinky peoples... :)


10/30/2013 10:12:06 AM

I find it both sad and annoying that most men these days think they can somehow shortcut the "dating and getting to know each other" process. I personally think it is how you look at things that matters most. Is it a waste of time and money to take a girl out and woo her a bit, or is it an investment in your potential on-going and reliable blow-job future? You decide...


10/28/2013 6:21:48 PM

I'm still getting quite a bit of interest from men in other cities, or those who are married or in situations where they don't really have time to devote to a girl like me. 

 

Basically, if you are interested in connecting with me, you have three options:

 

1) We can be casual play partners at parties and events in South Florida if I like you enough and we can coordinate schedules to be in the same dungeon at the same time.

 

2) You can fly me to wherever you are to play at a public dungeon. I will expect my own motel room, and sex is not a given.

 

3) You can ask me out on a date and get to know me on a personal level, and if I like you enough, we can be private play partners and lovers. However, I expect quite a bit of time and attention from my lovers, as in every day connection, and sex at least once a week. And if you live more than 30 miles away from me, I am not driving to you every time you have an urge if you are not willing to do the same. Just sayin'...

 

**I do NOT have sex with strangers or have casual sexual encounters - ever. I got over that thrill LONG LONG ago. For me, sex without connection is completely pointless, so please stop asking. If you got onto this site thinking kinky girl = easy sex, you are sadly mistaken. No one is a bigger pain in the ass than me. Lol!


10/18/2013 4:43:58 AM

So, are there really no boxers or martial arts enthusiasts in Ft Lauderdale or Miami area that would like a human punching bag? My West Coast play partners say I am a lot more fun to practice on than the old bag at the gym. Just sayin'...

 

I go to parties in South Florida a couple of times a month, so drop me a line if you want to combine forces. :D

 

*If you live in Tampa area or Orlando area, I might be willing to drive up for a public party there, as I do sometimes go to dungeons in those areas as well. However, in that case, travel expenses and a motel might need to be part of the negotiation on your end, so just know that before you contact me.


10/11/2013 7:36:37 AM

Dear Self-Proclaimed Master Morons on Collarme,

 

Please stop sending me asinine messages like this:

 

"Which do you prefer: a slap in the face or a punch in the face?  do you believe in complete obedience to Master's orders? -- Master M"


If you are trying to establish your Dominance and superiority over us lowly women, this ain't the way to do so. Just sayin'...


Respectfully,


Sweet Little Stupid Subbie Neo

 

ps - When and if I ever meet a "Twue Master," I will happily follow his orders. :)


10/1/2013 7:23:03 PM

** I did not write these. They were stolen from the tablets of an anonymous Goddess. If you are the original Goddess who wrote them, let me know, so I can worship you <here.> 


The Collarme Ten Commandments:

  • 1. Thou shalt not use dicks as thy profile picture
  • 2. Thou shalt not proposition sex or sexual acts, including fantasy fulfillment, upon initial contact.
  • 3. Thou shalt not send gratuitous sexual tripe without seeing if the recipient is into said erotic fantasy.
  • 4. Thou shalt not openly covet someone attached who is completely not interested in you
  • 5. Thou shalt not proposition a submissive to Dominate you.
  • 6. Thou shalt not request nudie shots of random strangers.
  • 7. Thou shalt not talk as if you are a teenager texting her BFF4lyf.
  • 8. Thou shalt read a profile IN FULL TO THE END BEFORE sending a private message or a friend request
  • 9. Thou shalt not abuse the ellipses.
  • 10. Thou shalt accept rejection sans butthurt and not bother them again.

9/25/2013 6:10:37 AM
Today I would like to tell you a little story about a man who called himself a "Master." This man thought he was so awesome that any women should instantly fall to her knees at his feet and worship his magnificant cock, and enjoy doing so just for the pure joy of having his cock rammed down her throat. So, one day, he finds a girl who does this for him, and is very sweet and generous in all things. She opens her heart to him, and her home, and her life. She commits herself to him, and trusts him to be the great Master he says he is. He repays her by calling her names, demanding that she wait on him hand and foot, scrub his toilet, and tolerate his beatings and humiliation in return. The woman hopes that maybe if she continues to sweetly show her devotion, he will at some point show her some love, service, and courtesy in return as well. But he does not, because HE is the "Master," and she is the "slave." Then one day he notices she is not as happy and loving as she used to be, and that she has become bitter, and does not seem to enjoy worshipping his cock with the same enthusiasm as she used to. He says, "You are becoming defective as a slave! Shape up, or get out!" So, the woman cries a little for what might have been, but in relief, goes back to her own life where no one orders her around, and she can do whatever she wants, and no one calls her names and treats her badly. The Master then wakes up and realizes he no longer has a beautiful slave to do whatever he says, and worship his cock whenever he wants, and he decides he wants his slave back. So he calls her and says, "Are you ready to come back and do your job and suck my dick properly now?" And the slave says, "No thank you, Sir. Have a nice life." The End.

9/24/2013 10:55:35 AM
I have come to realize I actually have to clarify for many why I am on this site. I am here for the BDSM: Bondage (everything to do with it) Dominance/submission (only if I am lucky enough to find the right life partner) Sado/Maso play (the bulk of my interest at the moment) Any of the interests you see on my profile are just that - interests and kinks that are constantly expanding the more that I learn and expose myself, and they vary from partner to partner. I do not have anything I would consider a "fetish," so if you have some, that is cool and all, but please don't assume I have your fetishes. Let's just try to agree that "Your fetishes are not my fetishes, but your fetishes might look really fun, so if they don't creep me out, maybe we can work them into play." :) Besides the usual squicky things, my hard limits are sex with strangers, and men under 30.

9/12/2013 10:33:32 PM
Okay, boys, it's time to get a clue. Messages like this get mocked by thousands of women in an online group and prevent you from getting your dick sucked: "You need a diet and some exercise before you post anymore photos. You look as disgusting as you sound. Uneducated, classless slob..." Now, I'm no genius, being fat and classless and all, but I'll bet I know which uneducated slob isn't going to get anywhere near a real pussy anytime in the near future. Yup, ^^^THAT^^^ guy.

8/31/2013 8:27:17 PM
Okay, clearly we as people have fucked up the natural boy-girl mating process beyond all recognition somehow in the name of bdsm. First, I don't care what your self-proclaimed classification as a person is, or what type of a D/s relationship you are seeking, clearly, many out there need a bit of a refresher these days on the basics: 1) Boys have a penis, and girls have a vagina. 2) If a boy wants to put his penis anywhere near a girl's vagina that he likes, he needs to treat her with love, dignity, and respect FIRST, and then pray she allows him to use, abuse, and treat her like a dirty whore-slut later. Or, he needs to actually pay a prostitute. Please know which girls are which around here, and save us all a lot of aggrevation. 3) I don't care how many books you've read, or how long you have proclaimed yourself a "Master" in "the lifestyle," female slaves do not ask male Masters to be owned. Ever. Period. Whoever caused your delusional man-master-brain to think otherwise was sadly misinformed, and worse, you have all managed to brainwash about 80% of the stupid and desperate female twats out there as well. So, a few deeply confused souls out there need to go back to the beginning of biology and history, and re-read #1 and #2 a few more times until it sinks in thoroughly. Just sayin...

7/25/2013 12:05:32 PM

You Hate What You Can't Control.

 

You hate all the "losers" on Collarme, so you don't see the value of exploring and learning from those different than you.

 

You hate poetry, so you'll never read that which evokes emotions you'd rather keep buried inside.

 

You hate seeing the harsh realities of pain, loss, anger, and loneliness in others, so you will block them to protect yourself and pretend they don't exist.

 

You hate that you can't predict or control the actions of others, so you do what you can to force those you love to do what you say to do.

 

You hate heated debates that make you uncomfortable, and make you think about another way of understanding life.

 

You hate that someone else might be right, and you might be wrong.

 

You hate that if you admit you are wrong, you might have to apologize and make amends.

 

You hate the fear of the unknown, and so you slip back into your own comfortable patterns, and stay in your rut.

 

You hate that there is so much hate and fear filling your soul, that you have no room left for love and understanding.

 

You hate that when you finally let go of hate, you feel empty, and needy, but now look at all the room you have left inside for joy. <3

 

~Neolloydia


7/3/2013 1:27:34 PM

My One

Will know me at a glance, and will not be able to look away.

Will live to see me smile, and will understand why I must cry.

Will be enthralled by my intellect, and will embrace my childlike nature.

Will share all his thoughts and interests, and will determine when silence speaks clearest.

Will brutalize my body with his endless passion, and will discern when tender mercies are required.

Will love me beyond reason at my best, and will love me even more at my worst.

Will not ask that I be his, but will demand it by his every action.

And until the day he finds me, I will just be here, content in my oneness.

~Neolloydia

I have many more pics and writings on Fe_Life.com under this same profile name for anyone interested. :)


5/17/2013 3:17:27 PM

Clearly, I need to rethink my life plan...

 

Evidently cute 19 yo girls can start an online profile claiming to be Domme's, insult men over the internet who are clearly idiots, then get presents sent to them in "tribute."

 

Where the fuck did I go wrong??? Lmao!!!

 

If I link an amazon wishlist here, and toss on a few more pictures up of my tits and ass, will you pervs buy me presents also? I'll throw in the insults for free...  :D


5/6/2013 9:44:11 AM

Just to save a little time and frustration on my end now that I have opened the flood gates again here on Collarme:

 

If you send me a message of some sort and do NOT politely indicate you have read my profile and at least glanced at my profile on Fe_Life, and then ask me out on a real live in-person date in some manner, I am most likely going to just nicely blow you off, so don't say later that I didn't try to warn you in advance...

 

Have a wonderful day. :)


4/17/2013 7:19:23 AM

I now realize that the term "masochist" is widely misused, or misunderstood around here in bdsm land. The best I can do is explain what it means to ME, and what it means in my life and relationships.

 

I have been a masochist my entire life, which means my body has always just naturally found pleasure in sensations other people find painful. Since I was a child, I have sought out various deep-impact sensations in any way I could. Basically, I was that kid getting herself beat up at every opportunity, and I liked it. This translated into some professional choices as a young adult that also got me beat up on a regular basis, and at that point in time, my masochism had nothing at all to do with sex.

 

At this point in my life, I still mostly keep my S/M play very separate from any other D/s or sexual interactions. That is because pain play to me is in a very different "zone" than sex in terms of sensations, and while intensely pleasurable, the pain itself is it's own reward to me.

 

Therefore, the only people that derive satisfaction from play with me are usually Sadists who enjoy inflicting pain just for the sake of inflicting pain, and they do not require any additional sexual favors in play either. My current play partners describe it as a "dance" - it is sensual and exciting to watch, but complete in and of itself.

 

If you are NOT fulfilled just by inflicting certain types of pain on a woman just for the fun of it, then you and I will not click in that department. I'm sorry, but that is just the way it is. Also, I only like certain types of pain (deep and thuddy impact) and I don't like others (stingy stuff that irritates the surface of the skin.) Therefore, if you don't enjoy the same kinds of activities I enjoy, then we won't click in the S/M play department either. I only like it if you like it, so I am not seeking anyone change who they are or do only what I want to do, I am seeking someone with common interests and perspectives so that we can both enjoy a scene together.

 

If you are interested in learning more about the kind of pain and play I like, please look for my profile on Fe_Life.com. I have over a hundred pictures and writings that should fill in the gaps very nicely. :)

 

3/10/2013 9:13:01 AM

The Invisible Woman

 Never seen, no matter how often she is viewed.

 Never heard, no matter how loudly she speaks.

 Never touched, no matter how close she is.

 Never loved, no matter how much she offers.

 Never valued, no matter how much she is worth.

 Never allowed to dwell, no matter how small she makes herself.  

 Yet an invisible woman is never forgotten, no matter how often she is ignored. 

 

~Neolloydia


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 Age: 23
 Seattle, Washington