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Owned property and slave of Master Z.
Registered slave: 279-653-430
It's His pleasure slave assists others in this Lifestyle and to share friendship with those in the Community. As well, Master seeks a sexy / attractive slave to join His family.
All e-mail is reviewed by her Master.

Without Master's approval, this slave is unable to speak to male or female Dominants. Please feel free to email Him: MasterZank

Thank you, slave cari


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9/3/2013 7:48:11 AM

Saturday, August 31, 2013

“Indeed, nothing outside your own mind can properly be described as negative or positive at all.  What actually causes suffering are the beliefs you hold about those things.” From the book The Antidote: Happiness for People Who Can’t Stand Positive Thinking by Oliver Burkeman

“You haven’t changed Your mind Sir?”

“No. “

“Really?  Your slave really has to go in there?  Alone?”

“YES! For the tenth time, YES!”  Master was getting upset now at slave’s reluctance.  The irony, that He wasn’t aware of, was that slave was reading a book about, well, how to change your thinking so as to make things better. The book is about stoicism, Zen and how to face the worst in order to be happy.  One of the first chapters is about psychologist Albert Ellis who liked to prescribe a humiliation exercise for his clients. He would have them get on a subway and shout out the name of each stop, very loudly, “as a way of demonstrating how irrationally we approach even mildly unpleasant experiences – and how we might find unforeseen benefits lurking within them, if only we could bring ourselves to look.” 

Mentally slave breathed a sigh of relief that He didn’t know that she had the answer, the solution to her fear so close at hand.  Or did He?  In any case, He discussed with her very patiently why He wanted her to do this.  “This” entailed going to the local strip club and slave walking in alone and ordering a drink.  This mortified slave.  It made her feel debased, trashy and not her element at all.  What would the men there think of her?  Or the women for that matter?  When she walked in they would all turn and look at her. she might attract attention.  Perhaps unwanted attention. 

But first, dinner.  This time slave prepared her person carefully but without the nervousness as before when she would have been meeting the other Master. This time she did her hair and makeup carefully and thought only of the dinner.  she had been wanting to go to this bar for a very long time and finally, tonight was the night.  Yet, even this would be a challenge! 

Master wanted her to wear a thin cotton knit blouse that easily revealed her nipples and cleavage.  She wore the same short black skirt from the previous outing that allowed her to sit on her ass and wore nothing underneath.  Master told her that she looked very beautiful and sexy.  As He drove to the restaurant it was still light out. Master reached between slave’s thighs and fingered her cunt.  she felt exposed, afraid that someone would see this happening and call the police.  she said as much out loud and Master told her that no one could really see her and even if they did call the police, could anything be substantiated?  Perhaps not, she admitted to herself, but the feeling remained.

We arrived at the restaurant and parked across the street in an office building lot.  Master escorted her out of the car and kissed her for awhile, then felt her cunt again.  He felt her often to see if she were wet.  Mostly she was afraid and was trying to relax and enjoy dinner. 

In the restaurant we sat in an unobtrusive corner that was somewhat private but still in view of other patrons.  slave wore high heels, a short black skirt and lime-green top that stood out among the drab sportswear of the other people there.  she felt conspicuous, especially since her nipples protruded through the thin fabric of the blouse.  Master seemed happy with this, happy with slave’s discomfort. He kissed her several times as they talked and snacked.  Once or twice His hand slid under the blouse to tease her nipple and cup a breast.  The waiter, who had smiled at her when they first arrived, now turned his eyes away from her and addressed Master instead.  Was she embarrassingly revealing in her clothes?  She felt distinctly out of place there.

All too soon the meal was over and we headed to the local strip club.  slave was feeling very afraid and didn’t want to go.  Having to enter alone would make her feel so vulnerable and alone.  One reason she liked being a slave was the feeling of always having protection, although she could take care of herself if need be, there were places she felt uncomfortable. Walking in to a strip club she would look like a whore or perhaps a woman very lonely and open to anything… 

Master explained that she needn’t worry so much, that they were going there early in the evening before things got too busy and He would be watching her.  They parked in the lot.  She took a deep breath and without thinking as much as possible lifted her chin and headed for the door. The bouncer glanced at her while cleaning the ashtray outside. “Hello,” he said, barely looking up.

“Hi,” she responded gruffly. She was a little bit too angry and scared she thought and it came through in her voice. 

Walking in she paused, looking for the appropriate place to sit while taking a deep breath.  There were only four or five other men there and one very fat dancer.  Yes, fat.  slave laughed to herself since no one really looked at her except the bartender who eagerly came to take her drink order.  she sat in the corner then, calmer finally than when the night began.  Master came in a few moments later and sat alone, ignoring her.  He had said that she must sit alone and have a drink or two before He would come over to her, but after ten minutes He joined her at the table.  “I guess this was a bust!”  He kissed her then, smiling. 

After a few drinks slave began to enjoy watching the girls dance.  Some were very good at it, some were sexy and others less so.  slave felt good being there and liked the change of scenery even.  Master watched the dancers and fingered His slave’s cunt at the same time.  Even though it was as strip club, slave felt that He shouldn’t be doing that, since no one could do that to the dancers, either.  No one said anything, but once again Master was pushing the boundaries. 

After awhile we left.  Master led slave to the car and opened the back door.  She thought he would fuck her in the back seat, but instead He removed all her clothes and put on a mask and handcuffs.  “Lie down,” He commanded.  She lay quietly in the backseat as they drove through the city, Master wouldn’t tell her where.

Soon He pulled in to a garage and carried her into a house, which she knew was their house.  She lay on the floor of the living room, cold and naked.  “Get on your knees bitch!”

On all fours she waited.  She felt the large flogger on her back, her ass, and her thighs.  The deep thump of it felt good in a way that is hard to describe.  It’s like being hugged and having something broken loose inside of you at the same time.  There is a small sting from the tips of the leather thongs, but it doesn’t really hurt.  In a sense it removes the excess emotion and allows you to relax.  So slave relaxed. 

she felt relaxed enough to have the butt plug inserted, but this proved painful.  she isn’t as anally erotic as Master would like and her efforts to please Him ended up backfiring.  In any case, she was able to insert the glass dildo instead while Master fucked her. 

For all intents and purposes this was the end of the evening’s festivities.  It had felt very challenging at the start but when all was said and done it had been enjoyable.  slave recognizes that she is very inhibited when it comes to being sexual in public.  she has never been an extrovert and has never shown off her body much.  Especially now, as age has caught up to her.  In high school growing up in Hawaii, she always wore a hoodie over her tee shirts, covering herself as much as possible. When Master fingers her in public, whether people can see it or not, she becomes tense and unable to enjoy it. Master says she is wet, but she can’t feel this.  There is little sexual thrill in her head at the time. It may disappoint Him to hear this, but she has never been that kind of person.  It reminds her of another slave He used to have, a woman who loved to show off her body and often tried to take the spotlight from slave by being more extroverted and revealing.  At the time she was jealous and felt like she was pushed to be the same way in order to compete but this was against her personality.  Anytime she’s gone against her personality to compete she has felt like a failure. 

So the lesson is proven.  Fear is all in the mind and everything is a game.  After all, if she didn’t mind any of this, would Master have a way to play with her?


8/29/2013 12:48:02 PM

Well, it seems to have happened again! Master just told His slave he will not be giving her away on Saturday. Seems as though for whatever reason this is not going to work with this Master. This slave thinks Master is very disappointed.


8/29/2013 8:09:15 AM

August 25, 2013

 

For weeks Master had been planning to give this slave away to another Master for an evening.  He had told her this but then had been silent on the matter for quite awhile.  She had no idea when it would happen for sure and this made her a bit afraid.  However, she also finds that sometimes knowing things in advance can make things worse too, so Master promised to let her know either the day before or day of when she would be loaned out to another Master.  He also told her that He had found someone suitable. 

Due to many unfortunate circumstances and doctor’s visits and other feminine issues the date and time were changed a few times so that by the time the day came for the Big Event slave knew about it way ahead.  Although she thought this might be a problem, she decided to not think about it overly much and this served to keep her from getting too concerned. 

Since her relationship with Master is first and foremost based on trust, being loaned to another Master that she has never met caused her some fear.  Master continually encouraged her to trust Him since He would only choose someone He trusted, of course.  But still… the reality is that being a slave essentially means having no choice, no power.  Even if she were completely repulsed by the other Master she’d have to go through with the activities.  If He did things to her that she didn’t like, that caused a lot of pain, she’d have to endure it.  Knowing what Master’s tastes were, His likes and dislikes, she had gotten used to them and could endure the things He enjoyed doing to her. Another Master, however, would have far different tastes.  Could she handle it?  Would He find her attractive?  Would He leave marks on her body?

The day of the meeting slave spent the day cleaning the house and preparing for the other Master’s visit.  Master Z kept asking her if she were excited and continually felt her cunt to see if she was wet.  He wanted her to be excited.  A part of her was excited, but not like He probably thought.  You never really know if someone is going to have chemistry with you until you meet them.  How could she be excited about someone she had never seen, talked to or had any experience of whatsoever

In any case, she wanted to look as good as she could and prepared accordingly.  Master asked her to shave at the sink using his shaving cream which was loaded with male scent and stung her cunt.  She washed it off quickly hoping it wouldn’t irritate the most sensitive areas.  Then she showered and spent a long time doing her hair and makeup.  Master asked her to wear her sexy pink top and a short black skirt that she could easily lift in order to sit on her ass.  He also asked her not to wear a bra or panties.  He told her she looked very beautiful and that the other Master told Him that he also thought she was beautiful.  This made her feel good about going to meet Him.

Then it was time to go to the restaurant where they would meet the other Master for drinks.  Master took her there an hour early so that she could have a few drinks and relax and also have some food.  On the ride there she wasn’t allowed to sit on the fabric of her skirt but instead rested her bare ass on the seat of the car.  She hoped it didn’t smell funny afterwards (the seat).   Master parked in an underground parking lot and made slave get out of the car and rest her hands on the hood.  She felt nervous about this but obeyed.  He lifted her skirt and stuck His fingers in her cunt telling her that her cunt was very wet and hot.  He pulled slave to Him and exposed her tits squeezing her nipples and tits in the process. Then he led her into the restaurant.  Several times the wind blew her skirt, nearly exposing her nakedness. 

Master took her to a booth in the bar area, asking her to sit next to Him.  Again when sitting only her naked bottom touched the seat (she hoped it was clean!).  He ordered drinks and some appetizers while waiting for the other Master.  Slave felt nervous, but not too much.  This was much better than swinging, she thought.  Knowing that it would make Master happy and that He wanted this very much gave her a sense of purpose.  When they swung Master was often not happy with how things turned out as He couldn’t be Himself, and this often caused slave not to relax when swinging.  So figuring that she simply had to receive whatever the other Master gave out, and do whatever He asked, she relaxed a little.  It was more important to make Master happy than to be afraid of what would happen to her. she knew that He would protect her and that nothing terrible would happen.

 While they waited Master revealed a little more about the other Master; where he lived and a little about his previous slave, etc.  Master continually challenged His slave by feeling her tits or fingering her cunt. At one point Master made her expose her tits to Him just as the bus boy walked by. Soon the second round of drinks was finished.  Slave asked if they would have another drink with the other Master and he said yes, that the other Master would be buying that round, which was the deal they’d made.  Master ordered His slave to the bathroom to freshen up and be prepared for the arrival of the other Master.

Returning to the table, she was told to sit on the other side of the table and across from Master Z. He then ordered her once again to show Him her tits. Nervously she complied hoping the bus boy was nowhere in sight. Master commented on how hard her nipples were and how He could see her breath rising from her chest. She found herself getting very excited and scared at the same time. Shortly after Master got a text and said that the other Master was running late and he’d meet us at home.  Master led slave to His car, again asking her to put her hands on the hood and checking to see if she was wet.  Once again she complied bending over and spreading her legs. Master soon had His fingers deep inside her cunt and His other hand pinching her left nipple. slave enjoyed the power of Master even though she was totally exposed to the world. He then pulled her to Him kissing her and enjoying her exposed tits. He placed her in the car, pulled out His cock and ordered her to lick. she obeyed without hesitation enjoying the pre-cum that was oozing from His cock. He took her by the back of her head and shoved His cock deep in her throat. He ordered her to suck. she complied, enjoying His cock as it grew larger in her mouth. He pulled His cock out of her mouth and ordered her to gently put it away.  Driving home she was   becoming very nervous about the change of plans.  Meeting an unknown person at a bar first felt much safer than meeting them at your house for the first time.  Master expressed his unease as well. 

Once home, Master pulled into the garage and shut the door. He told slave to stand by the door and wait for Him.  He returned with a blindfold, which slave found interesting.  As He led her inside her senses became heightened and very aware.  She sensed His presence, his breathing and His confidence as He led her to the living room.  He sat her on the couch and put wrist and leg cuffs on her, then pushed her back onto the couch so she was lying with her skirt up and shirt open to expose her tits and cunt.  She figured that the other Master would soon arrive and felt nervous again.  Her lips were very dry so she asked Master if she could have some chapstick.  She could hear Him go downstairs and on the way up His phone rang.  He said a few things she couldn’t hear and then, “I’ll be right up, I had to get her some chapstick in the basement.” Slave figured He was talking to other Master.   

Once the chapstick was smeared over my lips, Master went to the back door and opened it.  Listening intently to everything, slave strained to hear a second set of footsteps but heard nothing.  She heard no other voices or the sounds of anyone else in the room.  She began to wonder if there really was another Master. 

Soon Master was asking her to stand up, or kneel while He smacked her with what felt like a ping-pong paddle.  He hit her very hard so that she cried out.  It surprised and angered her to be hit so hard right off.  Master juxtaposed the hard smacks with His light touches which felt incredibly good and helped to take the edge off of the pain.  He played with slave for a while in the living room, putting nipple clamps on her and other things.  One clamp felt fairly mild at first and then He jerked her to her feet and the clamp shifted and tore into her nipple.  The pain was terrible.  Master finally removed it and slave was very grateful! 

Then Master grabbed her by the hair and pulled her in to the bedroom and pushed her on to the bed.  By now she knew that there was no other Master, but after removing her clothes Master said, “Ok, she’s all yours!”  Again she listened carefully and heard no other people.  She thought it could’ve been possible for the other Master to come inside and watch from a distance.  But then she felt Master over her and when He kissed her she knew for certain it was Him.  

The exact sequence of events is cloudy now, but Master began to use her for His sexual pleasure.  He used a vibrator and played with various toys. Slave began to feel very aroused.  They had bought a new toy that day, a long glass dildo.  He began to push it in to her ass, but it wasn’t going in well, so he allowed her to remove her mask and put it in herself.  At first it really hurt, but once in it felt very good.  Then Master started to fuck her.  she was so hot, so turned on but she didn’t cum.  Neither did Master.  After awhile the glass dildo fell out and He took its place in her ass.  He pressed Himself against her cunt and fucked her ass really hard, which normally would be difficult for slave to take.  But it felt incredibly good that night and she came like she’s never cum before!  Upon slave Cuming, Master removed His cock from her ass and exploded all over her face and into her mouth. She continued to suck and lick Master’s cock and balls until they were completely clean.

Once the mask was removed the deception was over.  The other Master had cancelled earlier in the day but Master kept up the ruse.  It was useful to slave to have gone through the process and the preparation as well and thinks that when it does happen in the future she will be better prepared.  She very much enjoyed Master Himself and was so turned on by everything that that made it worth it as well.  The pain that He inflicted was notable for its violence and intensity, more than she was used to.  This surprised her.  Too much pain tends to anger her and sometimes takes away from the eroticism it can bring.  She realizes that won’t stop Him from causing her pain and knows that Master would say that she should accept it and learn to get over it.  Yes, she probably should.

She would also like to say that she very much enjoys Master’s talents in the way He touches her. He can be incredibly sensual and yet very demanding and harsh as well.  The vast difference between the two is what is so exciting about Him.  She also felt that this evening brought about a new level of play and made certain things possible.  If Master chooses to do it again, He could even be more creative (for example, take on a totally different personality?).  Just an idea, Sir.

Slave very much enjoyed the evening and enjoyed how happy it seemed to make both Master and herself.  They talked for a long time afterwards, energized by the experience.  Master is a Master and a Lover, and she appreciates BOTH things! 

 

 


8/28/2013 4:19:47 PM

Master has instructed His slave to write a story / essay and tell the world about her experience this past Sunday...when she thought she was going to be given to another Master. Thus, as directed, His slave will post the story tomorrow. This slave will again have to write another essay on Sunday telling about her service when given away to another Master on Saturday evening.


8/26/2013 5:19:06 AM

Well, last night did not happen. The Master who was to take this slave for His use had a family issue arise. Thus, this slave will be shared on Saturday.


8/25/2013 7:39:00 AM

It's Sunday. This evening Master will be giving this slave to another Master for the evening. This slave is scared to death and excited at the same time. This slave is surprised she is actually excited but thinks her excitement is in pleasing Master. This slave hopes she makes Master proud of her!

It will be a day of prep. Master just told this slave W/we will leave the House at 5:30 pm. This slave is hoping Master will allow her a cocktail before giving her away. Master is requiring this slave to write a complete story of today from beginning to end and Master will be sharing her story tomorrow. Wish this slave luck!


8/21/2013 8:12:52 PM

This slave found out last night that the day has come when Master will be handing this slave over to another Master for His pleasure. Master told this slave last night she will be shared with this Master on Sunday. This slave is scared to death but committed to pleasing Master! This slave will share more on Monday...if she survives lol.


7/27/2013 5:48:04 PM

This girl is amazed how many disrespectful people there are on CollarMe. Or is it they just can't read? Please explain to Master and this girl how people who profess to be a Dom or Master would approach a slave who is owned and collared property?

 Respect is of utmost importance in a Ms relationship. Perhaps those without experience or understanding should seek a Mentor to advise them.


7/26/2013 9:53:03 AM

Master has found a Dom with whom He shall be sharing this slave. This girl appreciates all the interest and kind words from all. Not sure when this will be taking place but this girl trusts Master very much and looks forward to making Him proud!


7/4/2013 10:35:06 AM

The past day has been an interesting journey. Master is seeking a Master or experienced Dom to further this slave's training. It's interesting how many Dom's have viewed this profile. This slave wonders how many emails Master has received. This slave has never been so scared and excited at the same time! Embarassed

 Why do so many not post pictures of themselves on their profile? They seek a slave, sub, or even a Dom but they post a cartoon as T/their picture. Odd, to say the least.


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