3/25/2016 1:15:31 PM: If a Woman is interested in meeting a submissive partner on this site but tired of being bombarded with messages, why don't she create a profile and hide it and contact only those  She consider as potentials?Kind regardsVanillaslave

3/4/2016 5:20:35 PM: A note on Financial Domination Financial domination/submission is acknowledging who you are. In it's purist form, it relates to transfer of power and freedom. At least in the modern world. More money = more freedom equals less money = less freedom which lead to the feeling of either gaining or losing power and control all depending on which side of the table you are. When I have a surplus of money it creates a feeling of control and freedom, but does it make me happy? No, it doesn't. I lack a reason what to do with it. However many years of finsubbing haven't made me happy either. Herein lies the reason that short term financial submission (which may in some cases only last a few minutes) creates the kick and feed the need of losing control and power to a dominant woman. But it doesn't feed my overall need of surrendering long term to a woman who's main drive is the feeling of controlling her partner. It doesn't create any kind of feeling of relationship evolvement. So if You are looking for a Long Term relationship with a sub, You are single and Financial Domination is one of Your things, it could be a start up point for more.  

2/15/2016 12:39:38 PM: Needed an upgrade from my previous page, 'meslaveyoudomme' which tells a story containing the sort of chemistry I'd prefer in a relationship.If You are interesting in reading it, please find it below.A lovely evening Stopping in front of the bedroom mirror I looked carefully at the man looking back at me. In the background a large bed was covered with a silver plaid and pillows. A confident and happy man in his thirties looked back from the mirror. He was wearing a wine red turtlenecksweater, marine blue jeans and green slippers. On the front of the sweater Pluto sat and wagged his tail. Hello handsome I thought as a smile sneaked in. 'Are you coming?' a woman's voice asked from the living room. It was soft, calm and friendly yet commanding as the question seemed not to allow room for a 'no' answer. 'Yes honey, found them'. I opened a bedroom chest and caught 3 feather soft plaids. Closed it and hurried back to the living room. My girlfriend and 2 of her friends were sitting and chatting. They looked relaxed. A three course meal and a couple of fine wines have that effect on most people. 'Plaids anyone?' I asked as I reached the couch and the two armchairs. The girls in the armchairs seemed not to notice me. One was telling a story about a recent big city weekend in Barcelona and it seemed to have fully consumed all attention. The woman on the couch looked at me and smiled while she placed her hand besides her. 'Place them here' she said. 'Yes honey', I smiled back and placed them beside her. She watched my moves with a content smile on her face. I kissed her softly on the cheek and said 'I'll go and make tea and coffee'. On the way to the kitchen I thought again about her friends preferences. One blackcurrant Earl Grey, white no sugar. One hazelnut flavoured coffee, white one sugar. I started making my owner's usual tea. Unless anything else was ordered this was the one she wanted. Yogi Tea Himalaya Ginger with a bit of milk. Starting with hers will make it cool off a bit while I'll make the other two, I thought. I heard laughter. Apparently they were now discussing who received the funniest Christmas present. The one who had recently been in Barcelona had received a pair of slippers from her brother. Each slipper was covered in dark blue and purple stripes and had Messi's head in front. With every step Messi's mouth opened and closed to the big amusement of her brother. I smiled to myself. It was surely a funny present, one I would never dare give my girlfriend. I would be punished severely if I ever gave her such a ridiculous present. I am a better man now I thought. Better manors and priorities and much more considerable. While I placed the three cups, a pot of various dark chocolates and a pot of nuts on the tray I thought about what she would do if I ever came home with such a purchase. First of all she would probably think I received too much allowance. Second she would probably plan a shopping training course which could last for months. I quickly binned the risk of making any shopping mistakes and entered the living room with the tray. She looked at me as I approached the cosy corner. Again she had a proud and content look on her beautiful face as her glowing eyes observed my moves and body. I put the tray on a sideboard, turned towards the coffee table with her friend's warm drinks and placed them on the table near them. 'One blackcurrant Earl Grey, white no sugar. One hazelnut flavoured coffee, white one sugar'. They looked up from their discussion and thanked me. I placed my girlfriend's Himalaya Ginger so she could easily hold it with her right hand without risking burning herself on the hot cup. I remembered she had taught me to always provide for her guests first, then her. Every time I bowed down towards the coffee table I could feel the chastity belt twist a bit underneath my trousers. I placed the pots with nuts and dark chocolate on the table. 'Nuts and chocolate anyone?' My question was met with a pleasant moan from the armchairs. 'Come sit a while' she said as she moved the plaids so I could sit beside her. The lights from the candles on the coffee table slowly waved as I sat down. Stroking her hand on my thigh she asked one of her friends. 'Tell him what you receive in Christmas present' while clucking out a little laugh. 'Men are soooo optimistic' her friend said rolling her eyes. 'This is the third time he give me lingerie and every time the bra is too big and the panties too tight. I don't bear telling him so I change it without letting him know'. I could feel the hand gently squeeze my thigh. I once bought her a pair of indoor socks as a little surprise present. Unfortunately they were too large so punishment was 10 whippings. I also received a kiss for the nice thought. The following day she brought me with her back to the store and changed them to the correct size. Afterwards we went on a 6 hours long shopping spree. I was to carry the bags and wait outside each store she visited. If she found something she wanted I was to enter and follow with her to the counter and pay. I didn't mind paying for her shopping but 6 hours of none stop shopping? Not my cup of tea and I learned a lot from that. If you surprise your girlfriend with a gift be sure it's correct size. 'So, tell us what you gave' the girl with the Messi slippers wanted to know as she took a sip of her coffee. They looked curiously at me. I turned my head and looked into the eyes of my girlfriend. 'Tell them' she smiled. Her hand was gently stroking my thigh. I straightened myself up on the couch. 'Well, I gave you a, I paused and smiled, a vacuum cleaner'. The girl who had received the slippers started laughing and almost spilled her coffee. 'No way' said the other friend rolling her eyes again. I laughed and quickly corrected myself 'no no I'm only joking'. My girlfriend laughed too. That was one of the things I loved about her. Besides being natural dominant and having developed an urge to be in control she had also a great sense of humor and she knew when I was being sarcastic. 'Tell them silly', she said pushing me gently with her shoulder. 'Okay, the third Sunday before Christmas you received a little note at the breakfast table'. 'Do you remember what it said'? 'Yes, but not word by word'. Okay, it said, Morning break, eyes awake, my heart fills with love. Being here, with you dear, life has just begun. Following you, always true, next a treasure clue In our bed, roses are red, where will they lead you to? Her hand squeezed my thigh as I said the poem out loud. 'So I went into our bedroom and on my pillow lay a bouquet of red roses'. Underneath there were a map over city centre and on the map three positions were marked with a large X. Underneath each X a date were written in Roman numerals.' My girlfriend had taken over the story. 'A text on the bottom of the map wrote; Roman numerals reveal the day on which we towards each X must stray'. The first Sunday the treasure hunt led us to her favourite store for shopping dresses, the next Sunday it led us to her favourite store for shopping shoes and the Third Sunday it led us to a store for shopping lingerie. Christmas Eve she was wearing her new dress, shoes and lingerie. She looked smashing. That night I gave her the last Christmas present that year. A medallion made of amber. Inside she found a little key. She knew what it meant. I had accepted her wish of chastity and would no longer come up with excuses for not wearing it. Placing the necklace around her neck her lips were only a few inches from mine. Her palms were on my chest. She looked deep into my eyes, one palm moving downwards until it reached the cage. The other could feel my heart beating fast. 'You are both mine now' she whispered as we entered a long kiss. Her friends seemed to like the present. While her hand was slowly stroking my thigh they started asking which dress and shoes she bought. Her hand stopped and patted me 3 times which meant I was excused to leave and do some work. I still had to clean up in the kitchen after dinner. 'Honey, I'll go and clean up after dinner' I said as I kissed her. She smiled and nodded. 'Bring back some of the biscuits we bought today when you have finished'. Fifteen minutes later she entered the kitchen. Cleaning was almost done. She smiled 'good, we need glasses and some cold water'. She found a water carafe and went to the sink. I looked at her as she was standing by the sing waiting for the water to turn cold. I couldn't help to take a few steps embraced her gently and kissed her neck. Her perfume relaxed me and I could feel her soft skin. I whispered in her ear 'You know what'. She turned off the water as the carafe was full and relaxed her head on my shoulder. 'You make me so happy'. She turned around and placed her arms around my head. 'I am happy too'. She rolled down the turtleneck and touched the collar underneath. 'Does it feel okay?' she asked. 'Yes it does honey'. In my trousers her cock tried to get hard as she began to tease me. 'You're such a good boy' she whispered and kissed my mouth. Her body was close to mine. I tried to embrace her tighter but she gently pushed me away and rolled the turtleneck back up, making the collar invisible again. 'Finish here and come back in. Bring the biscuits'. She smiled and disappeared into the living room with water and glasses. I stood a minute and grasped my senses. Thoughts flew through my mind. Would she release her cock later? Had I completed my daily tasks and behaviour satisfactory? What more did I have to remember tonight? I finished cleaning, grabbed the biscuits and entered the living room full of hopes for the future.