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Update October 6, 2019. I am retiring my Dom self today. While I may peek at your profile, I no longer seek engagement. However, I will leave my profile up for now.

You park your car in front of my house, on a quiet old street in a quiet small town. You walk up to my front door, which I open before you knock. You are right on time. You remain silent, as Ive instructed. I have no need to speak yet. You can hear your heart pounding, wondering if I can hear it as well. As you step inside, I can see the pulse throbbing in your neck. I know. You are startled as I slam the door loudly behind you, and then you hear the distinct click of the lock. We are alone.

I place my hand in the small of your back and guide you to the master bedroom. The afternoon sun shines through the high windows onto my large bed, glinting off the heavy brass bedposts. You draw a deep nervous breath at the sight of the implements laid out there - an assortment of lashes, whips, floggers, straps, paddles. (There is a towel covering some other things. What might they be?) We have discussed limits. We know where this is leading.

Strip, now. You do not hesitate. Is there already a slight glistening between your trembling legs? Ill have to deal with that, but not just yet. I draw a line down your naked spine with my fingernail, and you try to contain a spasm while uttering an unintelligible mrmph. I lean into your ear. Hush, now. Sounds are for later, with the screaming. I gesture toward the instruments on the sunlit bed. Pick one, my pet, and well begin.

Im lacking in hands-on experience, late to this long-dormant dominant side of myself, but it already feels comfortable, like an old leather belt. I seek intelligent, willing, creative, hungry minds. Its not necessary that you know yet what you are hoping to find in a relationship. We can take that journey together. (Perhaps this is a good time to point out that I am not monogamous, and I will not engage in a 247 life with another person.)

I do not seek a sub to break - I want to guide you in discovering your deeper self, from within and without. My methods will not be effective with some, and those in need of more severe methods will may find their True Dom elsewhere on CollarSpace. (I suspect that many of the subs I minister will eventually want more than I am willing to provide. I believe, however, that they will have been well-served, well-Dommed, and will more easily adapt when they leave for a harsher Master.)

I administer physical pain because that is what I want and it is what you either desire (as a masochist) or it is what you accept because of your craving need to submitserveplease. It creates, then strengthens the bond between us. I will never spankbeatwhip you to punish or discipline you. My primary method of punishment is to simply withhold my attentions. Your shame will be the disappointment you see in my eyes when you fail me - when you fail us. I will determine additional disciplinary actions based on those things you fear - not by the things you crave. (But if I find you require severe corrective actions often, we will part ways.)

If you want my attention, you are going to have to quickly prove you are an engaging communicator. In my domain it is the subs responsibility to make first, respectful contact. (I hope that makes you nervous, but that you feel compelled to do so anyway. Yes, its a test.) I welcome messages from all, but I wont respond to one-liners or boilerplate messages. (well, unless its a really good line, or if you have a really intriguing profile). If you write a quick note to say you like my photo, my little story above, my even shorter journal stories, or to thank me for simply viewing your profile, consider this sentence as my thank you or you are welcome. Repeatedly sending short messages gets you blocked and reported as a spammer. And, no, I do not accept blind chat or friend requests. (Really?!) Im seeing a few subs adding me to their favorites list without messaging me to explain why they haveve done so. DONT DO THAT!!

One of the first messages I received when I signed up here was from a fellow Dom welcoming me to the dark side. I disagree. This is the kaleidoscope side.

I must add this note. This is NOT about sex for me. It is unlikely I will have you service my cock, as my sexual libido is nearly dead. But I will address your sexual needsdesires in ways you likely cant imagine.

A little still she strove, and much repented
And whispering I will neer consent consented. Byron

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11/23/2021 11:41:03 PM

I am suprised and delighted to see the return of Journals.
Did anyone miss me?


3/8/2018 11:34:01 PM
I see many Doms & subs say they value loyalty. I'm not so sure. How is loyalty tested? If your Dom or sub is disloyal, is loyalty broken? What does loyalty mean to you? Damn, I wish CS would add a feature to allow comments to journal entries!!

2/7/2018 7:54:26 PM

Respect is properly given, not earned! Contempt is earned!


Got your attention? Good. Now for the fine print, the reasoning behind such an audacious statement that counters the sentiment I have read way too often on these sites. It boils down to this: If I don't know anything else about you other than that you are a fellow human on our shared road through life, then that's enough for me to respect you. It's automatic (or it should be). If you stumble, stranger, I will try to catch you. If you fall, I will offer my hand. It's what people do (or should). And if I don't, then I'm an asshole as I have tossed my self-respect and your natural respect for me (as a stranger to a stranger) right out the window.


What is key in my argument is that I'm talking about the interactions of complete strangers. The instant I see your profile photo and screen name, I start to form opinions. My respect may rise or diminish slightly. When I further read your profile and journal entries my respect will almost certainly rise or diminish (perhaps diminish into contempt) further. When I read that first message you send, my respect may drop to zero or below, or it may soar. But please remember: Before we interacted, I respected you. If you didn't respect me before you knew me, then my respect for you is diminished. If you squander the respect I naturally have for you, you may be well on your way to earning my contempt.


1/31/2018 1:04:26 AM
I see SO many broken people here. I want to throw them a life raft, tell them that it might be all ok. But it may not be so. I may be salvation, but I also may be your ticket to hell.

12/17/2017 12:15:22 AM
I found this quote on another CS profile, and he found it on another profile. It resonates with him, and I find the vibe as well.

"Submission is not a gift; it is an obligation!"

7/3/2015 3:35:15 PM
My Dear M, such cooing! I love it. I don't exactly want to cause you worry, but I do so want to inspire a round of terror. I can imagine stripping you and chaining you spread-eagle, taut, immobilized, standing on your toes in the middle of a windowless room. I bring a small high table into your view and place it in front of you. I stand behind it, facing you - it separates us. Upon the table rests an ornate rectangular silver platter, covered in a small white linen cloth, obviously obscuring objects underneath. "My darling M,", I begin, "it is time for you to take the next step. It is time for me to drink you, to consume you." I lift the white cloth to reveal the assortment of blades - razors, knives, scissors, a scalpel. "These are designed to cleave, to open, to separate, to expose what lies beneath. You will not enjoy this, but I will, and that is all that counts." You are already trembling, and you piss yourself - not much, because we emptied your bladder less than 20 minutes earlier. Good thing I also gave you that enema and plugged you or you'd be shitting yourself as well. I nod at the spreading puddle on the floor and smile. "No, M, that is not what I will drink." I move to the other side of the table, to you. I see the fear in your eyes, and I smell it. A rare gift. You: "Please, Master, please no! I ..." Your voice forgets itself as I select the antique straight razor and slide it open with a grace and ease that surprises you. With the razor in my right hand, my left caresses your chest and neck. "Where to open you?" You: "Oh, Master, please! Please, no!" Your words crack, no spittle in your cotton mouth. But your eyes are beginning to well, pupils dilated, eyelids wide in terror. "M, my Darling, it is time." My left hand still sweeps slowly over you. The razor in my right rests comfortably in full view. Your eyes overflow, and tears begin sliding down your face. "Please, no, Master!" My left hand finds a spot on your upper ribcage. "This is it. Here." I activate the razor and shave the few peachfuzz hairs away. I apply some alcohol to the scraped area. "It's clean now, fresh for me." Your scream startles me. And it pleases me. You become a chained upright puddle. Bawling, sobbing, your tears flow, gush, torrent. I put the razor down on the silver platter and smile. I lap up the tears on your cheeks, suck them from your eyes. "The blades have done their job, and they are gone. Cry, my Darling, cry." Now you understand, and your sobbing intensifies, not of terror, but of love. I have taken you to a place we both desire. We are free, and we are one. As you continue sobbing your love, I continue sucking your tears, sating my thirst. In a few minutes, I will unchain you and put you to bed and put a blanket over you and lie next you with my arms enfolding you. You Are Mine.

I wrote this fiction more or less straight through in response to and inspired by a lovely note from mdaddie

, my muse. Upon reflection, I think it raises a valid issue of consent. When M says "No", we know he is not consenting to the bloodletting he and you (incorrectly) presume is coming. But M doesn't say "Stop". So, fellow kinksters, was consent revoked? Personally, I say it was revoked, and as a Dom sadist, it would be wrong to continue after M said "No". But it's a story, a fiction. Comments?

3/6/2015 5:51:05 PM
I finally decided to take the BDSM test at bdsmtest.org

. Here are my results:

96% Daddy/Mommy
91% Sadist
88% Dominant
79% Non-monogamist
73% Primal (Predator)
63% Bondage Giver
63% Experimentalist
49% Primal (Prey)
46% Master/Mistress
45% Degradation Giver
44% Brat Tamer
34% Masochist
25% Submissive
25% Vanilla
19% Brat
19% Pervert
13% Bondage Receiver
4% All-Rounder
4% Degradation Receiver
4% Girl/Boy
4% Switch
4% Voyeur
0% Exhibitionist
0% Slave

I could argue with a few, but overall they feel about right.



2/9/2015 9:54:12 PM
Whenever somebody you don't really know says "Trust me." Don't!

No, it doesn't necessarily mean they're lying. It just means they're taking inappropriate shortcuts.

But they could be lying.

12/19/2014 2:53:11 PM
The word lollygag should have an entirely different & distinct meaning in a BDSM context.

12/6/2014 5:59:55 PM
This    http://vimeo.com/60465577


10/20/2014 11:45:50 PM
A few tips I've discovered on formatting profiles

Stupid narrow columns - I hate how narrow the standard column width is here for profile text. It looks absurd to me. Yet I've seen the occasional profile that defies this default width and is wonderfully wider. How are these users doing that? Do they have special HTML-fu? Web-savvy fung-shui? I searched the forums for help. Nada. Google was no help. I asked one user whose profile was spread across the page. She had no idea how it happened. Finally tonight I saw a wide profile, and it finally clicked. (Thank you, MsBlackheart. I've been reading your profile for weeks, and I now see the HTML light.) All you have to do is put a line of characters WITHOUT SPACES in your profile, and when it's displayed it will automatically expand its width to accomodate that line without wrapping it! MsBlackheart does it with tiny graphical hearts. I did it with an unbroken line of underscores immediately following my little opening story. This lil discovery made my day, my night, my fucking WEEK!

Too many blank lines between paragraphs -
Most of us are used to hitting the Enter/Return key twice when we end a paragraph to put a single blank line between the paragraphs. Mostly we do that because that's how our word processor program works. Well, in the HTML (web publishing) world, they think differently. Why make the user hit Enter/Return twice? Hitting it once signals the end of the paragraph, so we'll insert the blank line automatically. That's the way it works here. When you want a blank line to appear, signalling the start of a new paragraph, just hit Enter/Return once. The blank line won't show up while you're in the editor, but it will when viewing your profile. And that leads us to our next problem. This trick does NOT work for journal entries. Here, you need to hit Enter/Return twice for a blank line to appear.

How can I start a new line without having a blank line in between? - For example, when I'm making a list, or throwing in some poetic verse. (See the last two lines of my profile, a couplet by Lord Byron.) Easy to do, but tricky to remember if you don't do it often: instead of hitting Enter/Return at the end of the line, press & hold the Shift key while hitting Enter/Return.

Finally, a tip on reading profiles with a dark (typically blue) background and black text - I HATE when a sub does this! I can understand a Dom doing it, thinking that a sub should have to really, really WORK to view what he's written. Geez, people, do you REALLY want your profile to be that hard to read? But, if you're really intrigued by this user's stats & likes/dislikes & awesome user name, press & hold the Ctrl key while hitting the A key. That highlights all the text in the profile, and it will almost always become more readable. But please don't message these folks, except to lambast them for their choice of background color.

I hope this helps a little for some of you. Now, get back to searching for your One True Complement!

10/18/2014 10:14:59 PM
In some of my little journal stories, astute readers have noted the absence of "gentle" that my user name suggests. Some have suggested that my moniker should be BrutalDomSpanks. These little tales are meant to titillate, not to advertise what lies in wait. We should all learn to recognize the difference between fantasizing and wanting it to happen.

10/16/2014 11:25:05 PM
I got this lovely first message from breetge yesterday:

I sense your presence fractions of a second before I feel it. Hairs bristling on my neck, a quick catch in my breath then your words start flowing into my ear. They are the only thing that exist for me. I have been lost in darkness hooded and stretched out comfortably on this plush St Andrews cross. How long my conscious mind can not put a number on, this is what you wanted to know when you whispered in my ear. With my mind grappling with finding an answer you ask "Is this what you had in mind when you contacted me?". I am bound tight to the cross and gagged so manage to motion yes with my head. I had just been on a roller coaster of pain, erotic sensation and emotion I will relive many times trying to understand why I had craved this so. Next you say "Shall I continue?" Now somehow I manage to free enough movement for a more visible response.  In my head i am pleading yes yes Please don't stop

Here is my response:

That most erotic of body orifices, the ear. I use it most effectively, efficiently, to slip into your mind, to make myself comfortable there, to reside deep inside you. From there, it's an easy ride down your spine, your neurons firing along the way, radiating signals to your fingers, nipples, quivering belly, genitals, ass. I can buckle your knees with a well-placed whispered puff of my breath followed by a sharp ending. Words like "pet", "prick", "break", "pink", "clit", "cock". Add the subtle elongated serpentine hiss of "submit", "bust",  "supplicant", "spank" to summon the Satan in me. Finally fold in the low rumbling resonating repeated "r" in "surrender", and yours is complete. Everything else must follow the words. And everything will follow. It begins now, as I have prepared you. You have heard me. You have listened. You are ready for whatever comes next.

I just love how these connections, these conversations can spontaneously burst into bloom.

9/7/2014 9:54:23 PM
I was asked this question tonight by a woman in my non-BDSM life. (I had cautioned her about the actions of a man she is seeing.) “Does a dominant have disdain for a submissive or in any way look down on or feel superior to a submissive?”

My reply:
I could write pages in response, but I'll try to keep it short - as agonizing as that is for me. Ask that question of 100 Doms and you'll get 300 different answers. Some will say, "Well, define what you mean by 'superior'." Others, "Of course, hell-yah! I'm a goddammed Dom!!!" The one near constant is that each will adamantly proclaim that his/her interpretation is impeccably right, and anyone who dares to disagree is utterly wrong and a menace to proper BDSM society. (Lots of CAPS and BOLD CAPS and ITALICIZED UNDERLINED BOLD CAPS will probably be tossed around. And the text will be thick with exclamation points and contempt and the sullen tenacity of unwarranted certainty.)

(Well, so much for a short response. Sheesh.)

The clearest I can see is that each dom, each sub, is unique in how they view their place in the world. I've read profiles of "doms" that I revile. (Hence the quote marks.) And I've read profiles of subs that make my skin crawl. (In a bad way.) But I also realize that most of what they say about themselves is true to themselves. (Well, there are the fakes, the scammers, but hey.) Their burden is lightened, and they may yet find their match.

Ok, I feel like I just answered like a Buddhist priest on crack in a whorehouse. If I can't be enlightening, I strive to be entertaining.


6/27/2014 9:50:41 AM
I envision you sitting on my lap facing forward. I have my left hand solidly pressed over your mouth to muffle your moans while I whisper sweet & sinister words into your right ear. Sometimes I kiss, lick, & nibble at your ear between whispers. You're trying SO hard to remain quiet and motionless, but the torment I'm dishing out with my right hand is too much, too intense. You're almost in a panic, kept in check only by my embrace and my whispers. You keep involuntarily squirming and screaming into my left hand. Sometimes I pinch your nostrils closed briefly to deny you breath, but only briefly. My left arm crosses your chest and holds you firmly on my lap. You can squirm, but you can't run. The upper part of my right arm also presses against your chest to your quivering belly. Beyond that is my right hand, tormenting you so deliciously. I can't see where my right hand is, what it is holding, how it's causing you such sweet torment. Can you?

6/22/2014 2:09:38 PM
I'm starting to feel the ache of my reality absent a kink partner. Exchanging fantasies, building an online relationship is (or can be) magical, but I must wonder what it's really like to hear the tinkling of the small chain that hangs from the clip on your nipple, the groan of the leather cuffs holding your ankles tight as you steady yourself for the next strike. How many times can I really raise a strap and bring it down on your backside before my arm begins to ache? How do I know just exactly how hard to hit to bring maximum pain without bruising? Will you beg for me to stop after a single blow, declaring that you just can't take real-life pain like you (and I) hoped? I'm not tired of the fantasies. I'm just tired of the absence of real, hands-on kink.

4/27/2014 9:38:04 PM

Dammit, all you (like me) secret-keepers, it's "discreet," not "discrete."

And while I'm at it, "dominate" is only used as a verb. Otherwise, use "dominant."
   I am dominant.
   We are a dominant couple.
   I am a dominant.
   I dominate.

End rant.


4/19/2014 5:11:29 PM

Here's a message I received today from a Dom here on CM: "You are a disciplinarian....as in the old days.... Do you believe a Dom should ever face discipline? And if so, who should administer it? Should it be done formally?" (We hadn't exchanged any earlier messages.)

Here's my reply -

Ha! Those are essay questions, but I'll give 'em a shot.

First, I don't consider myself to be primarily a disciplinarian in the sense I think you mean, that many in the kink community mean. Strictly speaking (more or less), discipline involves setting behavior standards for a sub to adhere to. Failure to comply results in some form of punishment aimed a preventing further infractions. I don't use standard spankings, whippings, etc as punishment. (Read the last two paragraphs of my profile.) Some (most?) subs seek disciplinarians, as they feel they need an external force, a Master, to provide the discipline they feel lacking in themselves. I'm not interested in that being my primary role. I want subs who are comfortable in their own self-discipline.

Any Dom worth his salt must be highly self-disciplined and should never behave otherwise with a sub. But it happens - Doms aren't perfect. I take your question as this: What is the proper action for a Dom to take when he realizes that he has misbehaved in a way that would carry a punishment if his sub were to misbehave in the same general manner? My short answer: I have no f'ing idea - yet. That's really a good question though. I want to ask some other Doms and subs what they think. Broadly, I think the Dom probably owes it to the D/s relationship to accept a punishment similar to what the sub would merit for the same infraction. But I'm not casting that in concrete yet.

Anyone out there want to add their two cents worth?

 


4/16/2014 9:57:21 PM

So, most of you (like me) probably want your vanilla friends/family/coworkers to not know about your kinky CollarSpace profile, right? But then some of you post a photo here that you also post on your facebook page, your linkedin page, your company page. Do you guys not realize that anyone can Google your photo here? Yes, if you use a photo here that you also use elsewhere on the interwebs, YOUR REAL-LIFE IDENTITY CAN BE FOUND! So, for the love of all that is (anonymously) holy, PLEASE stop using photos here that you've posted elsewhere! Well, unless you don't care. I'm cool with that if you are.


4/1/2014 11:13:18 PM

m & l,

It stings quite a bit, and will continue to do so. But I learned so much - an amazing 4 days that I will treasure. I wish you the best.


3/25/2014 7:44:52 PM

I would be shaking my head, disappointed that you can't seem to remain motionless. Time to put your wrist restraints to use - shackle your arms high and wide to the chains hanging from the ceiling. Might as well fasten your ankles while I'm at it. That's better - you're not going to find any cover now. Yes, the flogger. I love when it catches a nipple just so - oh, how you can howl! Alternating harsh blows with gentle caresses from my free hand, feeling your skin heating up, feeling the welts rise. Your howls start to annoy me - time for the gag. Let's work on that cock, those balls now, shall we? You're already a little hard. Pre-cum is making your knob glisten and drool. I lightly pull your cock, milking another clear drop onto my finger, which I raise close to my face and yours for inspection. As I lick and suck my finger clean you let out a low guttural moan behind your gag, and your knees buckle. I smile and step back. With a sweeping underhand, like tossing a horseshoe, I bring the flogger up between your legs, connecting from your ass to your taint to your balls to your cock. It's amazing how loudly you can scream while gagged like that!

This a fantasy intended to titillate, not to advertise what lies in wait. We should all learn to recognize the difference between fantasizing and wanting it to happen.

(Thanks to CollarMe member mdaddie for sketching out this story in a message to me, inspiring me to fluff it up a bit.)
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Update: If you message me and claim to have read my profile and journals, include the pseudo-word "huzzlegump" in your message to prove it.


3/4/2014 3:31:15 PM

You collapse in a heap at my feet, exhausted, sobbing uncontrollably into my lap - so grateful, so loving. You wrap your arms tightly around my legs while I run my fingers soothingly through your matted hair: this is a moment of Transcendence, Power, and Beauty.


11/28/2013 10:23:18 PM

Here's something I sent to someone who wrote to me tonight. I feel like sharing it.


Do you like the belt in my profile pic? It feels remarkably comfortable in my hand. And, yes, it is genuine leather: soft at rest, brutal in motion. Sad that I've not had the opportunity to swing it across someone's ass. I'm more of a Dom-in-waiting, or perhaps a Dom-lite who wants to become a caring, competent Dom.

Were you here tonight, I'd invite you to strip and lie ass-up across my lap on the couch. I'd start with my bare hand, asking you to report on my technique. We'd work together to improve my swing, through repetition. I'm sure I could start to feel the heat rising from your ass as it reddens. When my hand begins to tire, I'd turn to the belt. I'd find out what your limits are. I'd find out if you scream or cry, or both. I'd learn whether you plead for mercy, or break free and run to cower in the corner. I'd discover whether your cock gets hard or your pussy gets wet as your ass gets redder. Perhaps I'd take a side trip and explore the sensitivity of the bottoms of your feet? When your ass can take no more, I'd roll you over, and you could teach me how to most effectively torment your nipples and genitals - balls & cock or pussy. After that? Well, I'll have to ponder that.


Ok, that's just me rattling off a fantasy off the top of my head while sipping a snifter of amaretto. Does it excite you? Maybe you can use it to effect. I may do so myself in a few minutes.


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