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I'm not sure what I can really say to draw attention to me. I'm just a slave without an Owner. That sort of makes me something like a dry husk of what I can be at a Man's feet in collar and owned.
Beyond that.. I like nature.. I adore animals.. I own my own business, that combines them both. I'm intelligent, don't miss a trick, and don't suffer fools. (kinda sound all uppity, huh?) .. seriously, I am a very kind hearted and sometimes naive person. I have been hurt, and won't allow that to happen again if I can help it.
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12/9/2015 10:25:01 PM
Sometimes I would just like to cry.  I am a fairly simple woman that has a pretty good grasp of who and what I am.  So I don't walk into some kind of munch or party and shout "here I am!" .. I'm quiet. .even shy.  I'm kindhearted and sometimes I'm very serious.  Its me.  

All I want is honesty.

12/31/2012 2:46:52 PM

Good evening everyone..


I have gotten many questions asking what happened.  I've shown anger here in my posts, but not the reason behind it.. and I wish to keep it that way to the general populace.


Rest assured.. I am not "angry" .. I am hurt.  There's a great difference.


I do not handle betrayal well.


I don't think anyone does really..


nerea


12/15/2012 4:40:47 AM

Yeah....


I'm done. 


When the real people show up for the party, someone send me an invitation.


A site containing so many people that feel they need to lie about their lives, lie about who and what they are.. and lie about what they want, just has no interest for me.


If I've emailed back and forth with You.. I certainly will continue to do so ..


But really.. I'm not interested in another 16 pages of emails in a day that are nothing but crap.  


I am a slave.  I will always be a slave. I don't pound my chest and say how much of a slave I am.  I don't get all uppity and claim I'm the end all be all of the pool of slaves in the world.  I'm just me.  I would expect that anyone contacting me would be just them.


Otherwise what is the point?  What are you people with your lines of bullshit trying to accomplish?  There's porn sites everywhere.. go find one to fill your spank bank.  You don't need to prey on people that are honest and sincere in their nature .. who come here in hopes to find something that completes them.  


Its sort of like being raped .. someone that's scripted the right words to say .. and you can't even believe them because you have so often heard the same things only to find they are utter lies.  Its violating.. to expose yourself to someone in hope that there may be something there, and find that they are little more than self absorbed roaches that feed on the energy and hope of others


You should be ashamed of Yourself.  Oh .. but in our world now, no one really should be ashamed of themselves because we spend all our time defending the dregs and trying to understand why they are .. the way they are.


Personal responsibility seems to be something that is becoming more a myth than bigfoot.


Clean our your houses people.  Stand up and believe in something.  At the very least, present yourself to the world.. like you or not.. at least you won't have to remember what lies you have told to what people while trying to keep all the stories straight. 


No one really gets away with it for long.  Observant people that pay attention can smell your stench a mile away.


I'd like to throw you all on an island and see who starts eating their fellow human first.  


My name is nerea .. at least that's the only name I'll give you here.

I am a slave.  I don't play one on tv.. I don't orchestrate the role to play out some sick fantasy to take advantage of men.


Don't like it?  Good... don't send me a message.. go whine to others.  

Idiots.


12/15/2012 1:05:26 AM

I really don't get it.  Why do people have to lie.. is that our culture now?  It breaks my heart that people aren't happy with themselves enough to just be honest about who they are.




12/12/2012 11:21:06 AM

Question :  What is the deal with tattoos?   I mean there is some absolutely stunning artwork etched into bodies... but .. one thing keeps coming to mind..


Don't they realize the dragon today becomes a zombie loch ness monster in their 60's or so?



Don't they know that that beautiful butterfly on their breast becomes some sort of mothman that savagely scowls at anything coming close?


Just .. wondering.


Maybe I should get on.. if I get something that looks like a zombie loch ness today.. will it look more like a swallowtailed butterfly when I'm old?


aahh the dilemna of body art.


12/12/2012 11:08:59 AM

Ahh Military Men



Who doesn't love them and just get all squirmy inside when around them?   Maybe its because I was raised in a military family.. but wow do I love a warrior!



Christmas is coming.. of course, according to the various nuts and crazies around the world.. this old planet's going to end before then.  


9 days to go... oh lawd the sky is falling!  Better get your bunkers built soon, folks..yep.. the big one's on the way



Where do these people come from? 



And while on that subject.. where do these Men come from that can't even support themselves or handle their own life.. and still think they can handle a slave?  Education, people.. education.. can ..not..be.. done!

 

Know thyself

 

Know thy limitations.

 

This isn't the place to hook up with chicks.. or .. hhmm maybe it is.. Ok this isn't the place to hook up with me .. if I wanted to spread my thighs to have just any man between them.. I'd likely be getting paid for it!

 

Oh.. and what in the bloody blue hell is a financial Domme.. do boys really send these chicks money?  What a racket..I gotta get in on that!

 

Ok boys.. on your knees and send me your paychecks .. don't worry.. i'll manage your money perfectly.  There's this horse I've had my eye on.

 

 


12/10/2012 5:19:48 PM

Bread day!  


I do love to bake.  This one of my favorite times of the year.  I get to bake cookies and candies and pies and lots of different breads.  Suffice to say that my family never goes hungry this time of year.  



Something wonderful has been going on here lately.  There have been some really excellent Men contacting me. I'm touched... I'm surprised.. I'm greatly encouraged.  


Perhaps there is hope after all!  Maybe its just the Christmas season (yes, guys.. I said Christmas.. not Holidays.  I think the generic version of the reason for the season..is insulting, and if my using Christmas is insulting to you.. good :)  My work here is done.)




3/27/2012 5:04:11 AM

Damn I'm awkward.

 

Have you ever felt like every move you made was the wrong one?  Every word.. should have been another? 

 

I met an amazing man last night.  And He did absolutely nothing to cause me to feel like I was walking through a maze blindfolded -- constantly running into walls and getting growled at.

 

I don't know when I became so ..stilted around people.. I used to be good at this.  Perhaps I am just extremely nervous and have grown even more shy in my little world here at the farm?

 

Maybe this just isn't the place for me anymore. 


3/23/2012 9:11:15 PM

Maybe there is some pathology here.  Perhaps it effects most people within this lifestyle. 

 

Over the past couple of days, I've found myself in the middle of a firestorm.  .. and I have learned.  It is better never to look at people within this community and take them at face value.  Sometimes people say all the right things.  Sometimes they appear to do all the right things...

 

But underneath.. sometimes there lurks, more danger than any whip, rope or chain can ever come close to duplicating.

 

There's a man that speaks sweet words to a girl, and draws her in .. to break her down and gain control .. he slowly isolates her from the world.. and in private, she bears the marks of his ......protection.. discipline.. love.

 

There's another man that speaks louder than others.. he boldly commands.  He speaks of honor.. integrity .. honesty.. and then you're in his bonds, and You see the monster beneath..

 

There's the guy that says little.  He doesn't have to.  He is himself.  He is not boastful, He doesn't feel the need to give a resume.  He is an iron fist, wielded with the precision of the most well trained samarai.  He knows when to strike, and when to sit back. His presence can make you shiver and question everything around you but the one spark of energy that is him.  He guides and he teaches.. he directs and leads.  With the simple crook of a finger, you would fall at his feet without the thought of anything but him in your mind.  He never has to say.. a word.

 

That...

That is the man I will follow into hell and back.


1/31/2011 1:32:26 AM

You know..

 

Every single one of us has flaws.  I grow tired of men sending me messages, and seeing flaws in me so much that thier focus becomes altering those flaws.

 

Please, folks.. I submit that you don't know a damn thing about me.  You see a picture of my face in black and white.. and somehow you think that is enough to make some sort of blanket judgement about me.

 

I'll make things very simple for each and every one of you.  If you don't think its "worth your time" to send me a message.. do us both a favor and don't.

 

I'm not one of those cowering, simpering, depressed girls hiding in a corner because she has the self esteem of a mud pie.  Don't for a moment, any of you, think that the moniker of slave, makes me weak, even for a second. 

 

Consider something, Men.

You're Dominants. Masters.  Whatever label you wish to hold.

You get to do whatever you like with someone calling themselves a slave.

 

Think about that... YOU get to do what YOU like.  i as a slave, am to be bendable.. moldable.. accepting.  As a slave, I'm to keep my mouth shut about things I don't like about you.  I'm just to smile, say yes, Master.. and go about my duties I've been assigned.  I get the "seen and not heard" a great deal. 

 

Honestly, if you think this lifestyle is about what you get to do for fun, and that it requires no work on your part.. do us all a favor and move on.  You're wasting everyone's time, including your own.

 

You won't find a slave .. a real slave, that melts at the mere command of a guy claiming to be a Master.. or a Dom.. whatever you call yourself.

 

You want to own a slave.. you better be freaking prepared for the WORK that goes into it.  This is not a one way street.

 

I'm getting really tired of men that think it is.

 

And for the fellow lowbies ... whether slave.. sub.. switch.. whatever lable YOU want..

 

get over yourselves.

 

You are NOT the end all be all of this lifestyle. 

 

Since when did the ones beneath the tops decide to hold a revolt and claim all the power?  God you have emasculated the men as much as society itself has.  If you want to play subbie.. great.. know your role.  If you're claiming to be a slave.. don't insult those that ARE slaves by acting like anything but.

 

God what is WRONG with people?

 

How do you come to this lifestyle and then completely throw away the accepted protocols and norms that this lifestyle is based upon and which you voluntarily entered?  Why are you here?

 

God I am sick of idiots, people playing games, clueless people trying to be what they are not, predators thinking the girlies are easy prey, the boy lacking self maturation and actualization trying to pound their chests the hardest so no one sees the insecurity and weakness beneath.

 

This lifestyle is SUPPOSED to be about honesty.. and I'm starting to think that is a word that has become something thrown around as easily as "goreans" throw around the word "honor."

 

-shakes her head, and turns her back-

 

i am nerea

i am a slave

and i am sick of the games, bullshit and lies.

 

 


6/13/2010 10:28:35 PM

There is something interesting that I'm noticing here on collarme .. That there is an air of desperation in people.  I wonder why that is.  Why are people so desperate to find someone to fit into the mold they have in their head about what it is that they do and do not want.  It almost has the feel as though people are looking through a catalogue and deciding whether or not they want to buy. Its disappointing.


Desperation makes us do foolish things.. believe me.. I know.  It makes us react instead of thinking.. it makes our thought process be processed as though through mud.. we can not clearly see what it is that we are looking at because all that we -do- see is this overwhelming need to have what we -want-

What if what we want.. isn't what we need?  What if what we need.. isn't what we want?  What message does that send to another person that you are comminucating with?   Just something to ponder.

For the record -- I do not like being addressed as a submissive.  I am not a submissive.  I am a slave.  If there is some confusion in the knowledge of difference between the two "titles" .. please do some research.  It is a very important distinction.


5/15/2010 7:41:23 PM
I've recently read someone say that we are all products of our past.  And I'd like to talk about that a bit.

As someone that has faced quite a few difficulties in my past, I'd like to respectfully submit, that we may be products of our past, ie .. what our pasts have formed us to be, but we are NOT slaves of our pasts unless we choose to be.

There's a woman on the corner, looking for her next trick.  When she is asked why, she says .. look man, you don't know what has happened in my life.. i have to do this to eat. There is no other way for me.

She is a victim of her past.

The girl that is dilligently studying to earn a degree says .. I've had some really awful things happen in my past, but its made me what I am today, and allowed me to envision the future success that I'm no longer afraid to go for.

Frankly, anything less than that, is an excuse, and its weak.

Please, don't tell me how awful your life has been, and then lament how awful your life is now.  That. .is your choice.. and your fault.

Don't tell me that you can not climb out of the sewer if that is where your past left you.  Again, that is your choice. 

Courage isn't just running headlong into a mob on a battlefield that is trained to kill you...

Its looking at yourself in the mirror, facing every rotten thing that has happened to you...

and not letting the bastards win.

Ghosts can haunt, but remember this.. they are just mists in the darkness.. easily dispersed with the light.  Nothing in this world says that you are owed a damn thing, and you have no -right- to expect it. Its not fair, its often cruel and harsh, and it is always .. ever evolving. 

You make the choice every single day to decide whether or not you want to be afraid of the ghosts, or step into the light and banish them to mere harmless memories. 

But please...

don't whine to me about it. 

I've met every one of those spectres ..and kicked them in the head.

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 Age: 20
 Burlingon, Vermont