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milano9375 Turn ons: good spelling and grammar, "your" instead of "ur," and a notion of what you, the prospective owner, have to offer.
More on that last point. Your profile should somehow answer the question, "How will I make the slave's life better than it is now?" This site has slaves who are considering voluntary slavery, so you must make a pitch that would make them want to choose you. So many focus on their wish list: "You must be totally devoted to serving me, and have a job, and have no limits." Often that's the entire profile, though perhaps it ends with, "Contact me to learn more." How will you get a quality slave with a pitch like that? What will life with you be like? Can you make the case that you're worthy of trust? That your words are believable? Will life with you be in some way enriching? If you are unfamiliar, look up Maslow's Pyramid in Wikipedia. Is the slave's life with you going to provide more of the pyramid than they have now? If not, why would they it give up?
MistressMaguire Dazzling, as if illuminated by a celestial spotlight, she stood next to the passenger door of a Black Mercedes-Benz Roadster.
Parked next to the light pole, the image of her, the car, and the reflective light was surreal.
“Door” she snapped.
“ Get my door boy!”
Head down he realized she wanted him to open the passenger door.
Once open, she backed up to the car, in one graceful fluid motion she bent forward simultaneously sliding her round firm bottom into the leather bucket seat.
Clutching her handbag she again snapped “ Close the door boy!”
It took a moment for his brain to adjust to his reality.
Closing her door, he went to the drivers side and got in.
Fear of the unknown clouded his brain and overwhelmed his senses.
Her perfume.
Her smell.
The Leather smell.
The car smell.
He came aware with the click of her seatbelt. He did likewise.
She reached from her seat and started the engine and turned the stereo on.
Soft quiet smooth Jazz surrounded them.
trevligheter I’m at a point in life where I’m genuinely ready for love and a long-term relationship built on emotional depth, chemistry, and mutual investment. I’m drawn to men who are grounded, emotionally aware, communicative, and naturally attentive to the person they care about.
I give deeply when I choose someone (like the Leo I am). And I’m drawn to people who naturally feel inspired to meet that energy, or even exceed it. I notice when someone shows up with care and initiative.
I’m not looking for potential or vague curiosity. I’m looking for someone who actively wants to build something real, evolve together, and hopefully explore power-exchange through a FLR.
I created a questionnaire as a doorway into that exploration. You sharing real experiences matter more than theoretically "correct" answers. If you feel intrigued rather than intimidated you’re probably in the right place ❤️
Submit your answers here: https://forms.gle/6Ui8kVrZasXGZmc8A
/Miss Trevligheter
WnyDomina If you are Mine, I want to touch you but not just your flesh, not simply the surface of you. I want to touch you at a deapth you may have never known.
I want to jump off the cliff and swim with you in the deep waters of life because I know the shallow enis is simply that, shallow, and that will never take us to where we need to go. I do not fear the leap into the deep unknown. I do not want the facades. I do not want to pretend at life or love. Fiction has no value to me in our reality. Give me the mess, the struggle, the fear, the truth beyond the mask that we give the world to be able to traverse it. No, we will swin in the deep end because its in the deep where the truth of who we are will be seen and all that has chiseled our shape.
I want to touch your mind, your soul, your hidden self and the one you share with the world.
I want to inspire you to find and follow your passions and not subvert or hide them. To find your purpose, embrace it and claim your birthright. I want to ignite passionate conversations and talk all night about any topic that touched your heart or sparked your mind. I want to teach you, guide you and be inspired by you. I want to encourage you to understand different perspectives, different realities, a new kind of truth. I want to challenge you to love your truth and find freedom in your authenticity. I want to show you that you can be loved for the dark, hidden corners that hou have spent a lifetime hoping people will not notice and not despite them. I want to show that being who you are is valid, acceptable, beautiful and nobel. And I want you to have the courage to challenge me if you see some other side of the prism of life, one I might have missed, one that I might love. I want to grow. I want us to evolve individually and together.
I want to light the fire within us and be warmed by its flam and embers. To speak our truth and fall in love with it. I want to motivate your to go inward and reflect. Find your core and see the beauty of it through my eyes and your own. I want to discover your sense of humor. Your sarcasm. Your wit. Your intelligence. Because I want to laugh hard with you. I want you to read to me from your favorite books, share your favorite movies, fuel my understanding of you. I want to read to you from my favorite books and share what has touched my heart through its stories and artistry. I want to timulate your mind. I want you to be curious. About life. About me. About the universand how you fit in the tapestry of the Universe.
I want to touch every crevice of your mind, your body, your soul. I want you to touch all of me too. I want to show you what the word safe really means and prove to you that you are safe in my hands. I want you to to never doubt why I chose to own you. I want you to feel the pride of being owned. I want us to never wish for more than our cherished reality. Sustainably. I want to prove that I am worth and so are you, no matter what that might look like to any outsider..
TotalOwnerforslave Inspection
The first step in the process of a slave becoming My property is inspection. I have been asked many times what is involved with inspectuin, Here it is:
Inspection is its opportunity to demonstrate its desire to become nothing but slave property: an it.
Inspection may take just a few minutes. How long does it take to inspect a piece of meat?
What will happen at inspection depends on how it pleases Me. it may be sent away with nothing more than a casual viewing. it may be offered the opportunity to demonstrate its desire to become nothing.
At inspection, it may leave at any time without any restraint. In other words it will still have choice.
However, if both Master and potential slave property agree more may take place. For example, Master may take the time and trouble to explain the process by which the slave becomes property. The slave may have the opportunity to ask questions.
Further activities may, or may not, follow.
angeldmort Another day, another copied and pasted message from a fake sub.
This is the not uncommon "repeat offender" who tells me how much he enjoyed my profile, and how he really REALLY wants to find a Domme for whom he will do this, that and the other thing.He makes a point of saying that he is sincere, hard working, etc.
And it's literally the exact same message word for word that he's sent me twice before, starting in 2022.
I've replied in the past. I pointed out the first time that he failed to read any of the profile that he says he enjoyed. Then I told him it was insulting to get the same message over and over because he is basically saying he can't be bothered to remember who he's already written. And now, I've just reported him as spam and blocked him.
If I lower my standards to try to find ANYONE remotely acceptable, I end up with what I had a couple years ago - someone who comes to stay a week to "help with my house" but spends all their time smoking pot, watching youtube, and generally having a vacation without ever trying to do anything useful, and having a panic fit when I finally ask them to turn off the tv.
This is where the bar is, guys.
This is why you aren't getting kink.
It's not a lack of Dommes.
It's a total lack of effort to be more than the average lazy male couch potato, while expecting kinky sex from a hot chick.
not a good look.
YOU are the reason you are failing here.
HumbleProperty My Future Mistress
I sometimes daydream about you. It is amazing how someone can become so part of your blood. I realize that you will naturally have such a deep power over me. My slave heart would easily recognize you by your demeanor. A mere gaze from you would steal my will like losing my breath, I would be captured. I would involuntarily tremble with an intense excitement and vulnerability, knowing that you own me so naturally. Furthermore, I would feel myself beginning to kneel at your feet hopelessly enamored, as if your presence alone had instructed me to do so. As if my soul was specially synced and celebrated with yours as its only primary user. My soul would be glued to yours, anticipating whatever your will was for me, and then obeying you with such zeal, that there wouldn't ever be a question of whether I'd comply. Your life would become my life. I would not have a life of my own anymore, but my purpose would be something you own. Your world would be my world, and your goals would become my goals to help you achieve. There is so much generic role playing in this lifestyle, driven primarily by sexual kinks. But what I would be feeling at this moment, is not what I could do for myself, but what I could do for my Queen. It would be the epitome of subspace. My eyes would search yours, hoping you truly see that I am genuinely connected and at your disposal. My heart would only be quenched by receiving your approval and acceptance. A person can not truly own anyone unless they first own their soul.
Candysnatcher To elaborate on my interest/search: First, no headless profiles or photos of yourself heavily edited or otherwise masked by a photo app, otherwise my first and last impression of you will be that you are a fake or catfisher -- I won't respond.
Sexual encounters are not a priority, in fact most of my fetish play encounters to present have been non-sexual; as anyone who has played before knows 99% of fetish is mental. A regular relationship with someone who has common interests, particularly with bondage, is ideal for developing intimacy but not essential. Just play is perfectly fine. I'm not here for a 'blow and go' so if you're just looking to get off I am not for you.
Finally, I've dated or otherwise met a number of different indviduals over the years; in my opinion life is too short to 'search for the perfect one'; I prefer those like myself who are open minded and grounded that I get along well with to see where it goes over time.
MadameTessaH “The Lesson in the Red Chair – Part 3: Verbal Edging”
T.L. Duncan
He knelt in front of the red chair, shoulders tight, breath uneven, hands locked behind his back like that was the only thing stopping him from falling apart.
And honestly? It probably was.
I stayed behind him for a moment, letting silence claw at the edges of his self-control. Then I moved — not touching him — just stepping close enough for my presence to wrap around him like a velvet noose.
“You’re trembling,” I said quietly.
His exhale stuttered.
“I’m not even touching you, and you’re already at the edge, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am… I— I think so.”
“You think?” I echoed with a soft laugh. “Oh no, sweetheart. You’re not thinking anything. You’re reacting.”
He moaned under his breath — that small, broken sound a submissive makes when they’ve lost the ability to lie to themselves.
I circled him slowly, deliberately, letting nothing but my voice tether him in place.
“You know what I want?” I whispered. “I want to watch you come undone without a single finger laid on you.”
His breath hitched as if he’d been struck.
“That’s impossible,” he whispered.
I leaned down, letting my lips come close to his ear without touching it.
“Then why,” I murmured, “are you already right there?”
His entire body shook.
Good.
I stepped in front of him, lowering myself into the red chair like a queen taking her rightful throne. He kept his eyes down, not daring to look.
“Show me your face,” I commanded.
He lifted it slowly — flushed cheeks, parted lips, pupils blown wide with need.
“You’re sensitive,” I said, voice dipping into velvet dominance. “You’re needy. You’re desperate. And because I said nothing more than a whisper in your ear…” I paused, letting it sink in. “…you’re already fighting not to beg.”
He swallowed hard.
“Are you?” I asked.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he confessed, almost choking on the truth.
“Good. Then listen carefully.”
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, letting my voice soften into a dark, seductive purr.
“You’re going to hover right at the brink for me. Not from touch. Not from permission. But because your body responds to my voice more than it responds to your own will.”
His breath trembled — fast, shaky, frantic.
“You feel it, don’t you? That pull right behind your hips?” He nodded.
“That ache low in your stomach?” “Yes, Ma’am…”
“That tightening right at the base of your spine?” His moan gave me the answer long before his words could.
“That’s mine,” I whispered. “That reaction belongs to me.”
He whimpered — quiet, helpless, undone.
“Now breathe for me,” I instructed.
He took a shaky breath in.
“Slower.”
He obeyed.
“Good boy.”
His knees wobbled.
“One more,” I said. “Nice and slow.”
He inhaled deeply — too deeply — and his whole body twitched.
“There it is,” I murmured. “Right before your body tries to give you relief.”
He let out a desperate noise.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned, voice dropping to a threat that melted into his bones. “You don’t come. You don’t twitch. You don’t even think about release unless I say so.”
His head fell forward as if the weight of that command alone nearly toppled him.
I took his chin and lifted it again — slow, controlled, claiming.
“Look at me when I ruin you with nothing but my words.”
He obeyed. Barely.
“Good,” I whispered. “Because now I’m going to talk you right to the edge… and keep you trembling on it until the only thing left in your world is my voice telling you no.”
His lips parted. His breath broke.
He was right there.
And I hadn’t touched him once.
He was trembling so hard his breath came in little broken fragments, his hands still locked behind his back, his eyes wide and fixed on me like I’d become the only anchor he had left.
Good. He needed to be that undone for what came next.
“Hands behind your back,” I said softly. “Don’t let them move.”
“Yes… Ma’am…”
“Now listen carefully,” I continued, settling deeper into the red chair. “You’re going to hold the position I tell you. Exactly. No shaking out your limbs, no shifting, no chasing comfort. Service is discipline, not relief.”
He swallowed hard. He knew what that meant. He knew his body was already too unstable to make this easy.
I smiled.
“Present.”
He immediately widened his knees, straightened his back, lifted his chest, and locked his gaze just below my chin — the perfect kneeling position. But his breath shivered, rattling through the tension.
“Better,” I murmured. “But bring your shoulders back and open your throat.”
He obeyed.
His neck stretched beautifully when he lifted his chin, exposing everything from clavicle to pulse point. Vulnerable. Trusting. Swaying slightly from the lingering edge I’d whispered him into.
“You’re still trembling,” I observed.
“I… can’t help it, Ma’am…”
I tilted my head with cool amusement.
“You can. And you will. Hold your posture.”
He tried. Gods, he tried — his whole body fighting the urge to fold forward.
I let him struggle for a long moment before I said:
“Now lower your gaze to the floor… but keep your head high. No collapsing.”
MrPlacebo
The Gateway
For a long time I have thought that D/s, or in general kinky people, naturally relate to the superheroes of comics. This is not really an original idea - many gay guys have a superheroe fetish, and it is not just because of the tight uniforms. The typical superheroe lives a double life to preserve his secret identity from his enemies. By day a conventional, perhaps conformist character, he transforms by night to live dangerous adventures in an exciting underground world.
Fortunately, the need for gay people to hide their orientation has greatly diminished, but the dicotomy is still there - and it has its own appeal. Kinky people are in a very similar situation (complete with tight outfits). Many of us are selective about who can know our interests, and to what degree. And this, I believe, will continue much longer than for gays, because some areas of kink are just harder for the mainstream to assimilate. So we have a double identity - a gateway that leads to an exciting, sometimes dark world. A world where sexuality and power are both more naked and more sophisticated than in "the surface". A world that is also inside us - the gateway leading not just to others, but to a part of ourselves that is often a surprise. The Great Unknown, right in our core.
It is not a trifle. And it is all a present we receive when we face our inner cravings - and fears.
Sed timeo dominas et dona ferentes.
CosmicCunt Things are ramping up and a little closer we crawl
tug tug of that net for one and for all...
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Found out Mum has moderate sleep apnea. 40% of alz patients do. funny thing about amolyoid protiens, seems they only break down during REM. No sleep, No REM. No REM. No Brain.
70% O2 levels = BRAIN DAMAGE.
Seems to Me mandatory health screening for sleep/breathing/bmi disorders need be the call of the day, especially in terms of a dementia diagnosis!
Also...
What in blazing hell is with ER's with no TV for DEMENTIA PATIENTS!?!
DEMENTIA:
1 HOUR = 1 DAY;
1 DAY = 1 WEEK.
1 WEEK - 1 MONTH
1 MONTH - 3 MONTHS
Imagine being denied TV or computer or anytihng which gave you sanity for an entire week in the hospital!
How stable, or rational, or healthy are you?
Its barbaric and borderline abusive. Specialists are needed in the ER, just like for a child, and in terms of dementia for ordering food, diet, entertainment. To expect a comprimised, handicap person to "entertain" theirselves or to be mature enough to handle the ER is a fail for society.
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Best wishes
LePhont So I suppose I should expand upon what we are seeking so as not to waste anyone's time.
I am absolutely not a Dom or even a switch, not really. Not in kink and not in life. But I am looking for a submissive. Who will let me have my way with them like a spoiled child. I want someone so wrapped around my fingers that even though there really aren't any consequences I can give them, and that even though they could over power me or outsmart me they choose not to they choose every second of their submission wholely over and over again. No matter what I am doing to them they choose me as their princess.
A submissive daddy type if you will. And daddys arent controlled with fear and pain and neglect but with love and attention and sweet words...and other tantalizing treats.
I feel this is the type of relationship Westley and Buttercup had. Lol.
Ok I am sure I have done a not so stellar job explaining this but hopefully a bit better then before.
Be well everyone.
As always curious friends are always welcome as well.
bootman98125 I met a Dom on Fet Life who has been keeping me in line the last few weeks. He is not a nice person. I don't really like Him, but as a Dom and potential Master, He is exactly what I need. I've been processing this phenomenon, putting much thought into why I respond to Him so well as a Dom, even though I wouldn't choose to spend time with Him otherwise (and I'm sure it's mutual).
I cannot count the number of Doms, Masters, Gods, Slave Owners, etc. that I've met both online and in person who seem unwilling or incapable of issuing an order or command. I tend to follow orders. If I don't receive any, I assume the Dom is uninterested and I move on. Aftter all, it is my job to follow orders, not to issue them. The Man that I am currently serving does not have this problem. I obey all His orders without question, even those I don't want to. It's not my job to choose which orders to follow.
If you identify as a slave and you're having trouble attracting potential Masters, maybe you should take a look at your profile and count how many times "me" or "I" appear in your text. Then skim your profile for anything that would tell a potential Master what you could do for Him. Learn much?
Master0fMARs ExxonMobil Corp has set into motion a suggestion I made to them in an email to the corporate offices. I rather laid into them for not embracing the use of hydrogen as a fuel to replace oil. Here's the response, In Baytown, Texas, they are building a chemical reactor which uses 2 componets, water and methane. There is pressure and heat applied but I can surely trust its less than the yield. The reaction produces all 8 hydrogen atoms involved. Leaving CO² which can be made solid by liquefied air. That would br dry ice as it commonly called. What this means is unlike as are told by politicians there is no power source for cars and trucks. There now is many. Composting manure will be one of those sourced, human waste both sewer and garbage. All agro byproducts even wood chips, as well as coal and other natural sources for Methane. There's a secondary win here because Methane that currently goes into the atmosphere is a serious greenhouse gas.
Hydrogen is also able to combine with Oxygen to make water and electrons. One electron per atom. This is more efficient than a battery using far less chemicals with a longer life, faster charging, and less weight allowing electric aircraft.
Let not vote our way into a Putin wet dream and kill this opportunity to have an utopia.
MistressMaguire advice in seeking a partner
First narrow your search to the kinky community.Dont befriend or date vanilla women.You are wasting your time and theirs.Focus on knowing your self.So many people say they are this or that and seek this or that but when confronted with the reality, change their mind or back away.This makes them look like a game playing phony.Dont go around telling women what you want and what you want from them.Use the Internet to network with face to face local kink community.Attend every function possible.Be your self.Be the person you want people to see.Only when asked, say honestly what you are seeking.Try to make friends with everyone.Not just Dominants.Being friends with an established couple opens more doors than anything else.Dont ask any Dominants to do you, or train you or use you.Dont ask if they know anyone who will do any of the above.Just be you and say you are available. Period.When you become a known and recognized member of your local community anyone interested will come to you.Offer non sexual service if ever the opportunity comes up.Foot rub back rub, maid service etc.Start small. Earn trust.Never lie.Never break a date or be late.Often people test other people with precision details.Like do something or call at a precise moment.If you cant be trusted to follow that instruction, you wont be trusted to follow any other instructions.Be clean.Be polite.Never answer back.If you dont like whats happening excuse your self from the situation without saying anything negative.
slavemasterandrew I've recently had the chance to think about TPE more, and I decided that there are ultimately four types, three of which I consider acceptable.
In order of intensity, there is first the type, which is simply pushing past where a sub/slave would normall safeword, but not pushing so far that the subconcious is actually forced to acknowledge that they are not in control. This is a stage where a slave is usually begging or angry.
The second is the type that I practice currently. Pushing past where people think their limit is, past the second limit where their subconscious gives and realizes that it can only endure, but not going past the last one. The one that makes the mind retreat and can cause trauma. I just brush up against it.
The third is when someone deliberately breaks through that last barrier, repeatedly doing so in order to shape the slave into what they desire, using that shaping to subsume other desires and wants, to change who they are at the core level. This is acceptable when a Master has the time, will, and facilities to manage fully breaking a slave, and a slave has agreed beforehand.
The last is just the territory of psychopaths, just breaking for the sake of breaking, to do as much damage as possible, and only for their own amusement.
Yuride I am finding all about change. The difference when talking with Dom's, Dommes six years ago. Now talking, I am answering different to questions . I see things different. I am vulnerable, afraid at times, this is different. I feel I can't do it alone I need that voice telling what to do and following
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I feel in pieces need to be reassembled. I feel it's time I surrender to be guided in this process.
PaddledRed
Eurythmics: Sweet Dreams
“Some of them want to use you, Some of them want to get used by youSome of them want to abuse you, Some of them want to be abused.”
quirkylittle4daddy a bolder post, a bolder call to the sacred sexuality warriors of light of both genders. hold the mother fucking line. if you dare
as this awareness came to me i knew it wasn't something personal and needed to be shared. but i had a hesitation. what i share is already hard to understand...and this one can make even the most aligned buckle....but then i breathed and said i'm a splenic projector thats a juxtaposition with a cross of assimilation. if i am NOT talking about things that will be rejected by 99.9% of people i'm NOT doing my job.
and i breathe and take a deep dive into the waters.
we rose from the filth. we rose to the highest of heights. we've seen things that will make most want to end it all and yet here we are. we touch the heights of pleasure beyond what mere mortals understand. those risk takers those truth sayers. those people who play on the edge that have people praying for them night and day. and yet we know there is truth in those edges we consciously touch potentially getting burned.
even little girls like me, have a vicious primal gross and disgusting streak in us.
it's the dark empty void.
for us girlies of all gender identities it's the dark goddess and in the men it's the dark god.
but there's a deeper layer.....a lot of us are stuck in that fleeting, passionate, tempered vibe..and playing higher, rougher, deeper, stronger, more intense...that can get you stuck in the sauce real fast. the sauce of the 3d world of tradition and structure and organization that keeps you small.
there's a higher angelic fiery demon class out there......beyond the constraints of passionate love.
we're here to master a spiritual, esoteric, cosmic, and divine sense of sexuality and love. and hold it...hold it for dear life as the rest of the earth is stuck in this not BAD..but denser, complicated, more painful and stagnant vibe of love and sexuality.
a lot of my dark goddess aka alternative sophia energy ladies are wanting to stay in the sauce and tussle with their alternative dark god michael energy and keep the cycle going.
but i've risen above in the clouds into the starseed light of absolution. and it's haughty..it's haughty because radical detachment and a commitment to continue knowing i am human..i will have slips, i will fail, on earth i am not completely me...but the journey is to always return...the lessons and the landscape and the cosmic story is there...if you
DON'T
GET
IN
THE
SAUCE
be the observer...the lover the fighter the warrior, the dying the living, the exalted....touch feel breath smell taste feel ache scream cry hit claw explode...but always come back to love.
ai no message.
the fixation on the cohabitation the family the kids the stability the structure the compromise is what keeps us stuck.
pure absolution and the focus of self mastery first and a deep unyielding commitment to each other is the way. if you choose to be apart of this rat pack.
and it's only elite because you'll be pushed...pushed over and over and over again.....you'll start where people say they would hate to be apart of this..they can't imagine living like this..they'd rather DIE.
and yet here you are.....living breathing..maybe because you had no choice.but maybe you deep down did and know even in the darkest of the dementor days there's a gem and a lesson and an ascension coming if you just hold on.
people mean while you're fellow dark beings of love(not violent, not demonic, not manipulative....but dark and raw and scary and righteous not afraid to shank a bitch if necessary) are still caught in the sauce..it pulls it down.
but then...returning and holding the line rises....it rises you to the clouds, to the sky, the ocean, the galaxy....the dark with flashing lights so wide the purple violet flames of transmutation........the comets and the energy balls bigger than one can contextualize....and you're there......
it takes grit it takes everything and then when you have nothing else to give..it takes only perseverance in something you can't even imagine is there...just one foot in the other..beyond weary beyond done.....no hope..and yet something deeper pulls you forward...to hold the line.
deception is slink seductive, it's chemically altering, it's what everyone else is literally doing...it's acceptable....passionate fleeting love and sex is the drug..........if you choose. not bad..but it keeps you saucy in a sauce that isn't even tasty.
some of us warriors are meant....
TO HOLD...THE LINE.
and i really wrote most of that outside of myself......into something deeper behind just little twin stars space talking.
this is what i originally came to say.
HOLD.
HOLD STEADY, HOLD TRUE.
FOR LOVE, FOR LIFE, FOR LIVE.
FOR THE FIGHT, FOR THE FOCUS IS ALL ON YOU.
TO BE TRUE TO THINE OWN AND TO BE TRUE THINE HEART AND THINE COUNTRY AND THEY SACRED SPACE TOO.
FOR WHEN THINE IS TRUE TO THEE ,THEY SHINE SO BRIGHT.
HOLD STEAD SOLDIER, HOLD TRUE....HOLD THE LINE.
HOLD THE LINE AT ALL COSTS.
EVEN AT THE RISK OF YOUR OWN LIFE. HOLD THE LINE! FOR GODS SAKE(the tetra god, now the gendered ones) AND THE SAKE OF OUR CURRENT FREQUENCY AND DIMENSION ON EARTH.
HOLD THE ENERGY, HOLD THE DIVINE. THE WORLD DEPENDS ON IT....YOU DEPEND ON IT.
ProTkal COVID hit our community hard, and I have a few slave friends that lost their Masters.With no continuity plan in place, it is difficult for a slave. This, the House, helps address that. And it is a passion project for Myself. A way of giving back to a community that has altered My life for the better. On a personal egoic level, of course it is nice to be the Master of the House. But, it also is structured to survive My own passing and continue to care for its members. It is pan sexual in nature and can be grouped in different houses, gay, lesbian, trans, etc. as well as professional, career, orientation. There are a lot of moving parts to this. .... That said, the question is does one wish to be part of something bigger than itself. And to be owned and serve.you will be required to contribute to the home by being able to support yourself. It is a self sustaining operation.As a Master, My responsibility is to provide structure and an opportunity for the slave to serve and to be owned. Its primary service is to the Master, then its brothers and sisters, and then the House as a whole.That is what this Master offers all who come.
quirkylittle4daddy this site doesn't want me to be great. it keeps cutting off my piece i'm trying to share and it's not even as lengthy as other works i've written. oh well, can't stop won't stop. is the 5th upload attempt the charm instead of the 3rd? let's see if it cuts it off in this format.
Wavy Baby: Sirenade, The Lullaby of Power, Love, and Connection
this song is excellence. it provides nuturing in such a cool and curated vibe. it's an updated lullaby in a song. it's a shh shh shh whisper hug in an art deco haute couture framework.
this song could be so many versions. it could be a connection to spirit and the water goddesses since it is sirenade...serenade as a siren.....it could be a song for women connection to other women.
but my focus here is always about the power dynamic.
in that context i hear it in two ways..it could be the submissive woman singing to the man. in the first part...it could be then the man reciprocating in the other half after the mermaid season breakdown.
it could be a segment i don't talk about often due to my complete inexperience of being able to attempt this to happen for me but what exists, the daddy through the dominant woman...be it a more butch or masculine or gender fluid et all woman....or a femme woman...because similar to submissive daddy men, the feminine presenting and aligned woman that is a daddy is often overlooked...but they have and do exist for long periods of time as well....
i feel contextually given the singer is a woman it makes more sense for it to be sung for the submissive woman straight up from the dominant daddy woman's perspective in that relationship.
but i feel all those apply.
her cover says love is war and i've experienced that. but something in me knows it doesn't have to be...and while not getting there can be emotionally, mentally, spiritually hard..the actions of avoiding it being a war are quite easy. be ready to burn everything and anything that doesn't serve your highest good for the good of the third energy, the relationship. burn like a phoenix, shinier, brighter, more you, and more elevated. over and over between the dance of you and your beloved. claim them and hold on for the ride knowing your life partner is there along with you birthing this new you this new union.....the rollercoaster inside will eventually subside and when you don't make love war, you always have your emotional/mental/spiritual/sexual/physical/financial partner there with you step by step into the challenges of life by you. i see and have only experienced what happens when the other person can't go through the fire. and i have experienced only the love is war. but i see it in others all around me online, offline, before social media, after social media.
love doesn't have to be war if both parties or if polyamorous all parties don't let it.
"Wavy, baby
Baby, baby, baby
Yeah"
iamddb says, 'urban jazz'...but it sounds vocally like 'harbinger'...and that mishear nuance the way she pronounces it adds another layer to this chicly crafted lullaby.
"har·bin·ger/ˈhärbənjər/nounnoun: harbinger; plural noun: harbingers
a person or thing that announces or signals the approach of another."witch hazels are the harbingers of spring"Similar:heraldsignindicatorindicationsignalpreludeportentomenauguryforewarningpresageannouncerforerunnerprecursormessengerusheravant-courierforetoken
Shadowing For those of you who do not already know.. i have a medical condition called lymphedema, it affaspects my legs. The condition caused large ulcers to form on the backs of my legs six years ago!! my left leg healed up within the first or second year, however the ulcers on my right leg are still there. At one point it was one large wound, about the size of a dinner plate!! They are much smaller but still a significant size and depth. Anyway, my wound dressings are soooo painful!! i am currently using preion pain meds, extra strength fake Tylenol, concentrated cannabis, and cannabis gummies.. NOT all at the same time. Today i ate a large pineapple flavored cannabis gummy. i was told it was equal to 3 servings!! i was STILL in severe pain for more than an hour and a half!! Full on bawling my head off and big fat non stop tears. Should ANYONE have a suggestion.. please leave the information in my mail. Any help is GREATLY appreciated. Thank you all, so very much.
angeldmort Last week, someone shared MeatLoaf's video for "I would do anything for love" in one of the FB goth groups.
I hadn't seen it in years. Like... a decade or more.
It had the same immediate effect it had the first time. ( I recognize I have some monster fetish issues. Don't judge. LOTS of people felt the same way about it. Nyyaahhh.)
The imagery was specifically tailored to pull in notes from Beauty and the Beast, as well as Bram Stoker's Dracula, among other things.
Stories of a soulful, tortured man, cursed to be ugly and alone, desperately longing for the beautiful woman he feels would never want him in return.
Body language of self-loathing, body and facial expressions of agony and adoration, pain and passion. Always hiding just out of her sight, sometimes almost within reach before rushing away to escape his suffering...smashing mirrors and covering his face...
Meanwhile, she wanders around in the luxury of his castle, surrounded by silks and candlelight, soaking herself in a huge bathtub, stretching out on a curtained bed of satin sheets...
Classical romance.
Heady stuff.
And the same silly part inside me that got sucked in by similar images in the old fairytale stories when I was VERY young responded.
Re-watching it a few times.
Re-writing it and building a lovely fantasy where it's me he sees in the garden, me wandering through the castle halls... me looking around at the obvious roaring fire that someone lit, and the wine that someone had opened, the bath someone had run, ...
and then who I am gets in the way.
I can't quite get my head around walking into a house where someone obviously lived, and had just been in that room, and just making myself at home.
Because I READ the fairy tales. The OLD versions.
WHO lit the fire?
Who's bed is this?
Am I Goldilocks here, using up someone else's hot water, eating their dinner, etc? Because I know what happened to her after they find her, whereas the modern versions end on a much more PG note.
Or am I in a beautiful pitcher plant, seduced by the opulence in preparation for digesting? Because that's what it would be in a fairy tale if you wander in uninvited and start helping yourself to whatever without express consent.
Even his beautiful, plaintive lyrics, sung with such sincerity and emotion start to give me pause one I start looking at them closer. (You know about me n lyrics...)
"I would do anything for love..."
OK, but are you saying you would do anything to HAVE love in your life? Orthat you would do anything for the person you love? Or anything in the name of love that your loved one asked? Or just ... what? I need more clarification, please. I don't want to be going along thinking one thing, and then find out I misunderstood.
And then we get into "anything."
I mean, he does state "I will never lie to you" which is very much appreciated, and ideally, the whole song does seem to aim in the direction of "I want to make you happy" but... at the same time, I've lived a long time in the real world, and "anything" can be pretty terrifying if you have experience and imagination.
Would he kill a rival? Would he keep her prisoner in this beautiful settling until she gave in? Would he MAKE her love him with magic?
He obviously has a lot of power at his disposal to do those kinds of things.
I have a lot of experience, and a huge imagination.
And would "anything" extend to controlling that mirror-destroying temper if she disagreed with him or rejected him? Because he spends some of the video kinda snarling in his frustration, clenching his fists, etc.
Would it include exposing his deepest fears and risking himself emotionally to connect with her? Because spends most of the video avoiding that.
He sings that "no one can save me now but you." Will he love her even if turns out she can't? Does "anything" cover acceptance of failings and limitations?
As you can guess, my fantasy breaks down into logic puzzles and communication complications and 'what would I do if I didn't have this outside perspective to know how all this opulence was being provided?'
Which turns it into an entirely different kind of fantasy, I guess, because I've heard "I'd do anything" more times than I could count, and it always falls apart the first time "anything" includes something they hadn't already planned to do.
I guess I'm not really meant for fairy tales anymore.
On the upside, it makes me more grateful for my sweetie, because while he isn't a monster/wizard/whatever with unlimited power, and he can't provide "anything" I may want, he tries not to make promises he can't keep, and he tries to provide what he can that is within his power. He also appreciates what I do in return, so...
Maybe that is the modern fairy tale - good communication, honest effort, and sincere caring.
I do wish it came with the magical 'self cleaning house' thing, but I will have to live without.
QueenSassy666 When I say I want local people to serve, I mean it. If you write to Me and don't meet My requirements, I do not OWE you a response. My profile clearly states what I want, and ANYTHING other than that goes in the trash can. I get stood up, and I do not expect a WHY. I get ghosted, and rather than be some stalker, I never write them again. It is easy to move on if YOU want to move on!
Madametanya When any male decides to go to a Slave Master to become a gay, submissive, life-time slave it needs to be thoroughly and properly broken down from all it's humanity it thought it had in it's life before going to a Slave Master . Once the slave is broken and reduced it can then be trained as a slave and once properly trained as a slave it will be ready to serve any Master that takes it for Permanent Ownership. From that point on there are no choices and no turning back and the slave is a slave for life. This slave is now gay and submissive and ready to serve and go where ever it's New Master takes it. it will be honored to service it's Master's Dominant Cock!!! it will drink Master's Golden Nectar/Piss, and eagerly swallow Master's Precious Cum as often as Master demands and desires and expects slave to follow this routine Protocol of it's Master/Owner. slave will submit without question to all body modifications Master may require. slave will perform all mandatory protocol/duties each day. slave will be grateful to it's Master for all that is required of it. This includes Master's punishments and when Master just feels like Whippingor Spanking slave for His Entertainment which also serves to remind slave of it's subjugation to Master's Dominance and Ownership. slave is a slave and has no tittle or name anymore and will always only be known as "it" or "slave"
Tempslave So one idea I have had since I do have an extensive imagination:)
I present a training manual for myself. I don't want to top from the bottom. You'd be in charge. But I want to provide the template. Some things are only on the agenda for a first meeting. But it expands as we go, in choices of things to do and in twisted ways psychologically should you choose to continue having me; things that make the fantasy come real for me but also give you choices of potential activities that will bring me into the world of worshipping you.
Lesson one options
ify me. Spank me. Feed my mouth cock. Cum on me.
A. ify - As you watch me, I get undressed (or dressed a certain way) and pose for you. I am ready with three positions ahead of time unless you choose to direct me. Either way, you are free to tell me how to look better. Tell me to pull open my ass cheeks or position my legs differently or improve my posture so my body looks better. I can walk around for you or hold a position and not move while you look at me or touch me as you like. Could include dress up or tell me to take a shower and watch me. Bondage is up for discussion but some of the poses could be suggestive of ways you would want to tie me.
Should I bounce and be happy and positive to show I am happy to be with you? Should I walk in a way that my butt looks good for you all time?
B. You touch me as you like. I am generally passive on this, my body there for you.
C. Ass play: You tease my ass with your cock (no insertion). Or you stick a finger in me. I don't deserve it yet but you get me wanting it.
D. Verbal abuse. Only ask that it is generic and not personal. That I am just a fucktoy, faggot or cheap whore like any other rather than "you have a weird dick" or funny ears or something (I don't).
D. You spank me. You give me a lesson in being verbal. What phrases do you like? "I love your cock?" "You have a beautiful cock?" Please feed me cock?" "I'm your whore?" Or maybe start simply with a "Yes Sir." I get spanked until I get the phrase right five times before you move on to the next one. Two or three phrases are probably best for me to remember each lesson. These are things I have to say at least once each time I am with you in the future or as you instruct.
Or you spank me. You do not like talk. Just get the point across. Belt. Flogger. Hand.
D. Feed my mouth cock. A long slow lesson or rough. My mouth belongs to you Sir.
E. You jerk and squirt on me to cum. I hold my mouth open if you order but you spill much of it on me so that I can get used to wearing it and can jerk off later with it on me. This is a step in learning to worship your cum. I don't deserve to swallow it yet.
F. There isn't a focus on me cumming (I don't cum easily anyway. I am not easily teased or edged - I last a while in general although I get hard no problem. I am just as likely to get passionate by having your cock in my mouth and being allowed to jack while I suck too). But in this case, you are okay leaving me to be horny and wanting more.
Lesson Two Options
I learn to beg for and worship cock. Maybe you have already started teaching me. But we now know I have missed yours from the last time.
A. If I am lucky, I get to suck your Cock again. You make me beg for it first. I must be eager to get it. And each time your Cock slips out or is taken out of my mouth I must compliment or beg for it saying one of the phrases you have taught me befo
AZSubmissiveGirl Please do not contact me if only you are looking for a chat buddy. I will not endlessly text with anyone. There should be progression in getting to know someone and not just text messaging. There should be phone calls at some point when both are comfortable. But if I have text back-and-forth with someone for a couple of months I will lose interest and discontinue communication. I don't know about anyone else, but for me personally typing in a code every time I send a message gets tiresome. At some point the conversation needs to be taking either by voice or video chat. I'm sure we have all come across scammers or fakes pretending to be something they are not. I do not mean just men, women as well.
Just because I am submissive does not mean I am gullible or a doormat. I am a submissive woman, not your submissive. Be respectful of my time as it is a valuable resource just like yours is. Respect is a two-way street.
FYI: I am seeking a masculine/Alpha man that is tall, I prefer men 6'2 or taller. Although no shorter than 6 feet tall.
TeaMenthe Everything He Has, Until There Is Only Me
There is a particular music to it that I do not think you can understand until you have heard it in a room that belongs to you, with someone who has given you permission to play.
The crack of a whip is not violence. It is punctuation. It is the sound of a sentence ending exactly where you intended it to end, clean and final and ringing in the air long after the moment has passed. It lands and the room holds its breath and in that held breath is everything: the authority that swung it, the surrender that received it, the particular electricity that lives in the space between the two. I feel it in my wrist first, then in my chest, then in the slow, satisfied warmth that moves through me when something has gone exactly as I intended. The skin that receives it blooms and I watch that blooming the way an artist watches a canvas accept color. With attention. With pleasure. With the specific pride of someone who knows their medium.
The paddle is a different thing entirely. Where the whip sings, the paddle speaks in a lower register, a hard and resonant thud that you feel in your bones before your skin has finished deciding what happened. There is no elegance to it and that is precisely the point. It is blunt and declarative and it leaves no room for ambiguity. You know what it means when it lands. You knew what it meant before it landed. The sound of it fills a room completely, the way a bell fills a room, and the echo of it lives in the body for hours afterward, a reminder that resurfaces every time you shift your weight, every time you sit, every time your body moves against itself and finds me there, already waiting.
The cane is my favorite. I will not pretend otherwise.
There is a patience to the cane that suits me. The way you must take your time with it, must place it with intention, must understand that it is not a blunt instrument but a precise one. The marks it leaves are not accidents. They are calligraphy. Long and deliberate and raised against the skin like script, like something written, like the physical evidence of a conversation that only two people in the world were present for. I trace them afterward sometimes, these lines I have drawn on a body that belongs to me, and feel the same quiet satisfaction that I imagine a sculptor feels running a hand over finished stone. I made this. This is mine. You will carry this for days.
And my own skin, where the energy moves through me like current, where the act of wielding produces its own particular heat, a tingling that lives in the palms and travels, that settles somewhere behind the sternum and glows. I glow. There is no more honest word for it. Something in me lights from the inside when I am in full possession of my own authority and someone is receiving it with everything they have.
Neruda wrote that he wanted to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees, and I have always understood this not as tenderness alone but as inevitability, as the specific hunger of something that transforms whatever it touches simply by being what it is. That is what I want from you. Not your performance of devotion. Your actual transformation. I want to be the thing that happens to you, the season that changes the look of everything, so that you cannot see your own hands without thinking of what they are for, cannot move through a room without feeling the architecture of my expectations around you like a second skin.
I want to wring you dry.
Not cruelly. Completely. I want every thought that crosses your mind to carry my fingerprints on it, want you so thoroughly oriented toward me that pleasing me stops being a task and becomes simply the direction your nature moves, the way water moves downhill without deciding to. I want your first thought in the morning to be what She needs today and your last thought at night to be whether you gave it well enough. I want the obsession to be so total that it clarifies rather than confuses you, the way a religion clarifies the faithful, the way a vocation clarifies an artist who has finally stopped pretending they could have been anything else.
Bring me what delights me. You know what it is because you have paid attention, because attention to me is the one thing I require above all others and you have either given it or you have not. By now we both know which. The particular tea, the correct temperature, in the cup that fits my hand the way I like. The flowers I mentioned once three months ago that I did not think anyone was listening to. The way a room should be before I enter it, the light and the temperature and the specific quiet that tells me someone has thought about me before I arrived. The knowledge, brought to me unprompted, of something I would want to know. The book left on my nightstand, the right one, chosen not from a list I gave you but from everything you have learned about the country inside my mind.
Shower me in it until I glow.
Charlotte Bronte understood this, I think, better than she is given credit for. Rochester did not love Jane Eyre the way men in novels usually love women, as a soft and worshipful thing, a pedestaling. He loved her with his whole difficult complicated weight, loved her as his equal and his better and his necessity, and she received it not with flutter but with the straight-backed dignity of a woman who has always known her own worth and was simply waiting for someone else to catch up. That is the love I recognize. Not the love that flatters but the love that sees, that is almost furious in its recognition, that cannot look away because looking away would require pretending the world is smaller than it is.
Neruda again: I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. Yes. And also: I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. The wanting in Neruda is never polite. It is consuming and precise and it names its object with the specificity of someone who has studied what they love until they know it better than it knows itself. That is the quality of devotion I am describing. Not the vague warmth of general affection. The focused, detailed, almost scholarly hunger of someone who has made another person their life's primary text.
Learn me that well. Want me that specifically. Bring it to me not in grand declarations but in the ten thousand small and correct details that prove you have been paying attention every single day, that prove my preferences live in you the way music lives in a musician, available instantly, expressed naturally, impossible to separate from who you have become.
And when I glow, and I will glow, when something in me settles into that incandescent satisfaction of being known and tended and
DOMBOZOTRYING2now I would acctept a female submissive to teach a sissy the ways of womanhood.
I don't form sissies from scratch, will advise ones already shaved smooth, wearing panties and a plug.
sissies should be wearing a plug on their own, they don't need a Master telling them to. a plug is not to stretch them but to teach them
relax and let it enter and to clench on the narrow neck to tone their sissy pussy. they should learn to milk a cock thrust into it's loins, also a sissy should
pick it's own sissy or femme name to identify with, not wait for a Master to give it one. if they want to rename the sissy, so be it.
if you're a Mistress or a Wife that has a sissy you think needs a little or a lot of Male interaction I can visit, even stay for a few days to do so. DB
I have a room already set up for MY sissy. it has a bed, small bondage table, a tall stool, a cage and boxes and shelves of
toys, cuffs, collars,straps and other supplies.
breaze1969 Results from bdsmtest.org == 7/19/202298% Submissive90% Masochist88% Voyeur86% Rope bunny75% Exhibitionist74% Pet74% Experimentalist60% Vanilla
Blkitchincharge I thought I had found my person, my boy, my pet, my slave!!
In our process of communicating the only thing I asked of him is that he stayed in contact!!
Tell me how hard it is just to send a message in the morning, a message when you get to work, message me on break, if you get one, and message me when you get home!
I feel that's relatively easy, but the one thing that you do not do is give me a lame excuse for why it is that you could not message me!!
And then you want to send me messages out the wazoo the next day and tell me how much you miss me and want to hear my voice.........
This man is not a true submissive nor is he a slave! He has fallen into the commercialization of the lifestyle and is still pretending to be something he's not!!
Cheekylilmiss I messed up badly extremely badly on my first night at Masters home
I. Have thought n thought about it and I know i have to show Master that I know i made a
Big mistake and no matter what,I'm going to do my best to never ever do that again
We did discuss what happened and it did have the potential to kill what we both wanted.
I will strive to be better,do better and be what you want,need and desire
I just read a post about shitty subs,yes I said it and it did strike a nerve.
We did discuss my behaviour and over the next 2 days,I did demonstrate to Master that
I was ashamed of myself and stepped up in everyway possible
I could've ruined the best opportunity to be owned by a Master who is so special and so different .
Your a kind,caring and strict Master and even tho we agreed to never bring it up again,I want to say sorry ..
That was not acceptable in any way shape or form and beat myself up daily..
I know I have a way to go and I will Master.
I want you to be proud to own me,.
.were still kinda new to each other,but ii want this to work with all my heart Master
brattysub2025 Well the fuckery is working like it should. I am beyond exhausted now. My physical body is shutting down hard.
Rheumatoid arthritis is the new possible diagnosis.
The other options are MRSA (which I have ) and /or osteomyelitis.
So my options are crappy so time to rest and heal.
I really appreciate all the help from everyone out there
I wish people would read my journals before they message me.
time to rest and heal .
AngelWingsOnly second potenial ending to blend with majority of previous ending
Now exhausted from the day’s events, your precious body quivers, shakes lifelessly, just laying on the faux fur bed, hands still locked together, and your feet still in the spreader bar. Completely war out from the whole day’s events that enfolded all before your eyes. Twelve hours of pleasure, pain, excitement, desires being fulfilled, heightened arousals, your deepest most rooted thoughts brought up to the surface for all to see. Your path of fulfillment was laid out before Me, your strengths, weaknesses, everything was given to Me. Now it’s my turn to reward you.
All your bonds have now been released, first your wrists, then followed by each ankle, and then finally the lock that held you to the chain, that of which held you so dearly still. All that remained was the collar, the collar which now was yours to wear with pride. This was my give / symbol to give to you, that you may now show the world that you are now loved, cherished, desired, taken, cared for, and belong to me. All of that said in a simple fashion of a collar.
The reward, for your ever falling body, that is which, is slipping deeper and deeper into submission of sleep. I place you down, now under the faux blanket; I place you on plush oversized huge pillows at the top of the bed. Silk lined sheets covered with soft rose petals. A warm fire place glowing in the far corner; the corner that which was kept in the dark, hidden from your eyes the whole time. (Slave went and started the fire while I was releasing your bonds.)
My, sweet baby; so sore and sexy, all at the same moment. Looking at you with a new fresh pair of eyes, eyes no longer lusting but has contentment, restful, and happy. I’m proud of what I have done and now own.
Sweetness I have a question for you, “are you truly happy? Am I what you thought I would be? All that you lusted for? Is this what you will forever be able to be? My own, loved forever?”
As you slowly drift away to that sleepless state.
TeaMenthe The Brightest Mark of Ruin
She had warned him. Not with raised voice or trembling lip. The way a storm warns you: a change in pressure, a stillness that precedes something absolute. She had looked at him with those eyes that always saw further into him than was comfortable and said, quietly, with the patience of someone who has never needed to repeat Herself:
"Your body is mine. Your word is mine. Everything you signed your name to belongs to me now. Cross me unforgivably and I will not punish you. I won't need to. You will lose everything we have built, and it will be like poison in your veins."
He had meant it the way weak men mean everything: completely, warmly, right up until the moment it cost him something.
There was a contract. A real document, negotiated with Her characteristic precision, each clause a brick in something She was genuinely building. He had signed it with both hands steady and the particular glow of a man who has just been given more than he deserves. The ink was barely dry before he started deciding which parts applied to him.
The protocols She had built as architecture, the daily rituals that kept him tethered and honest, he let them erode with the indifference of someone who has confused being trusted with being unsupervised. Then he put his hands on someone else. Not a stumble. A decision, made repeatedly, to take what belonged to their bond and spend it somewhere cheaper. He came home from it and looked Her in the eye and said nothing, and that silence was its own act of violence.
When She found out, She came to him without hysteria, without tears, with complete and devastating composure. She asked him once for the truth. What he did next cannot be softened. He became physical, used his body the way cowards do, and drove Her from the home and safety that had been Hers. She left not because She was weak but because She has never once in Her life tolerated the intolerable.
She did not come back. She didn't need to.
The community moved the way water moves around a stone. No tribunal, no dramatic exile. People simply became unavailable. Conversations ended when he entered them. The doors didn't slam. They simply stopped opening. And She had not campaigned, had not made calls, because women of genuine authority do not need to destroy you manually. They tell the truth once, to the people who matter, and the truth does the rest.
He still tries. He appears at the edges of gatherings with the careful posture of someone who has rehearsed his normalcy, performing the shape of a man who has grown and arrived humbly at the gates of a second chance. Every experienced Domme in the room clocks it within minutes. The hollowness. The grasping. The unmistakable vibration of a man whose submission is a strategy rather than a truth. They decline, one after another, sometimes without a word, sometimes with a look that says they know exactly what they are looking at.
This is Her work, and She isn't even trying.
The contract still exists. She has it. Every line he failed, every clause he desecrated, every promise subsequently dismantled brick by brick. It is not a document anymore. It is an accounting, and it will follow him into every room he tries to enter, every connection he tries to build, every carefully managed first impression, until he has repaid what he owes in full. Everything must be returned to Her as was originally decreed for the poison to ebb. To the world he dirtied by what he did to Her, to the fidelity he shattered, the safety he violated, the home he poisoned : These things do not expire. They accrue interest.
She is woven into the world he still wants access to. Her judgment lives in it. He cannot go anywhere She has not already been, cannot reach anyone She does not already know. She is not a chapter; She is the book, and he is a footnote in a hand everyone can see was shaking.
She is not thinking of him. That is precisely the point.
He is living inside the shape of Her absence, and it fits him like the life sentence it is.
CosmicCunt Cowards? Dolts? Flakes? Predators? Time wasters? Inconsistent at best.
Its weird to have people request a time for speaking, give you their phone number and then close their account before the appointed time. Such odd behavior and it certainly gives one pause when engaging here. Then there are those whom you have spoken with many times, shared video chat, Q & A, moving towards a meeting, only to - never contact you again once you request a meeting.
You are not sincere and genuine.
Where have all the cowboys gone - the one with social graces, honor, integrity? There are a few here of course and they are greatly appreciated but the rest ...need relationship therapy.
Thank GOD there are a few men here who are moving in the right direction! I fear I would lose all hope if not for their persistence and welcome demeanors.
Master23Mike Master's WritingsFoundations: Commanding vs LeadingI came across a Dominant who appeared to miss understand the difference between leading and commanding. A thing seen too often in the lifestyle, where these two terms become red into one, yet for Dominants they should be viewed as quite different.Command is a singular act at a specific moment in time. A direction given to another to do something and when that thing is done, the moment is over. There is no longevity, no lingering emotion or sense of something larger. Command exists to accomplish a specific thing at a specific moment - nothing more.Leading, on the other hand, is a process that cannot be accomplished in a single moment in time. It is more about a direction than a specific action and as such requires vision of the goal as well as awareness of the individual. It involves motivating, developing and inspiring people into action. Leading requires both the skill to communicate and the presence of a leader to identify the goal and describe the path how to get there.When command and leading become interchangeable, they typically devolve into commands strung together and submissives running to accomplish tasks, under the pretense of leading. Even though sometimes these tasks have legitimate value in the development of a submissive, in the larger scope, they miss the mark because what gets communicated to the submissive typically lacks the values, principles, and/or underlying lessons that connect the submissive to the dominant or to the lessons to be learned.So is one better than another? They are the equivalent of a scene compared to a dynamic. Commands are adequate for a single scene, yet commands will never provide the foundation for a power-imbalanced dynamic. For this, Dominants must lead and lead with vision of what they intend to create, clarity of roles, a sense of purpose about why even the little things matter and the commitment to live path they set forth, committing to the same level of quality they expect from others.
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The silken ropes, a web both soft and tight,
Secure your limbs in the fading light.
You offer trust, a fragile, sacred thing,
Awaiting the pleasure your queen will bring.
Her eyes hold fire, her smile is sharp and keen,
The most intoxicating sight you've seen.
She moves with purpose, confident and slow,
And from a drawer, her chosen tools will grow.
The harness waits, of polished midnight black,
And as she lifts it, there is no turning back.
The leather sings a low and throaty sound,
As she first wraps the straps securely 'round.
A deeper creak as she pulls the harness tight,
A groan of leather, bending to her might.
The sharp-edged click of buckle meeting tongue,
The final sound before your song is sung.
It strains against her hips, a second skin,
A promise of the place you've never been.
The scent of leather fills the charged-up air,
A musky perfume, potent and beyond compare.
She turns to you, her shadow tall and vast,
This moment of surrender built to last.
The silicone now cool against your heat,
A strange and shocking, yet delicious, treat.
Your breath catches in a sharp, surprised gasp,
As past your final, guarded line she'll pass.
A world of pleasure, sharp and brand new,
Unfurls inside, completely owned by you.
And in the creak of leather, in her sigh,
You learn to fly, and learn to fall, and die
To who you were, reborn in this new role,
The willing vessel for her hungry soul.
ThisGirlis26 Realy excited about Victorian lifestyle / Era as in this lifestyle, we are were expected to adhere to strict standards of propriety and modesty. We are expected to be submissive to our husbands and fathers, and to prioritize their domestic duties over any other pursuits.
Women were not seen as equal to men.
In a Victorian marriage, a wife was expected to be obedient to her husband and to support him in all of his endeavors.
She was also expected to manage the household, including caring for the children and running the household finances. A wife was expected to be loyal to her husband, and to maintain a façade of respectability and propriety in all interactions with others.
In the Victorian era, a wife was expected to have a number of duties and responsibilities.
These included managing the household, caring for the children, and supporting her husband in his endeavors. One of a wife's primary duties was to manage the household. This included overseeing the cooking, cleaning, and other domestic tasks.
A wife was also expected to manage the household finances, which involved paying the bills and keeping track of the family budget. In addition to managing the household, a wife was also responsible for caring for the children. This included feeding, bathing, and dressing the children, as well as supervising their education and moral upbringing.
Finally, a wife was expected to support her husband in his endeavors. This could include attending social events with him, providing emotional support, and helping him with his work if necessary. Overall, a wife in the Victorian era was expected to fulfill a range of duties and responsibilities in order to support her husband and maintain a happy and well-run household.
Slavetotake2 I wrote a response and I am going to include in journal.
Not so,
Words can be read, with the meaning behind them getting lost. Sometimes if not most of the time, The answers are not on the surface instead they in the layers that are below.
It would be for those that go deeper, poke at the surface to discover what is so close.
I may have used to many words .. My therapy is in the past, I put a lot of effort into proving what wasn't the answer I was seeking.
It took time, to not think to solve problems, find better solutions and do everything myself while trying to convince others to follow.
The loss was always relationships. I chose to take the relationship path before I met you
I had no idea the journey that followed.
When you say I am looking for someone to solve my problem for me on the contrary.
I try to steer from say things I don't want or not looking for.
I am not looking for someone to want to solve anything on my behalf or be that feel good help save the day desire.
It's hard not to find that behind the mask in a lot of profiles.
I seek a true selfish, Dominant woman that overlooks any interest in knowing what I may or may not want or have opinion.
Someone who expaspects my voice when called upon to speak. Someone who will not ask if it hurts or if I like something.
I am interested in your leadership, if you will treat property as an asset that gives you return on investment and time. Will you maximize the asset you own and maintain while training to correct imperfections and lack of training before you owned it.
I look to sure see to a life I have only played out in my mind a thousand times. That there is no word no in my vocabulary. It's prove you right never wrong. To not ask or seek pleasure making you the focal point of why I exist.
For that is where I find purpose and a reason to be alive. That is my nature something I tried to change.
I take what is needed from only that is given, all efforts are to improve and comfort and entertain my owner. I accept it's still a challenge..
Yes if you say I look for someone to solve my problem. If looking for a qualified owner ? I am seeking that. My decision to surrender is precise. Your definition of property is precise. I have only one choice then yes an owner does solve what ever problem may occur. I am looking not for problems but some one to lead.
NYCDom4polysubs This is my kind of Dominance
The Equalitarian Dom: Is one who controls by teaching, mentoring, and leading. This Dominant knows that when he finds a comparable submissive that things will happen as a natural progression of the interaction. Usually just a short learning phase is required to receive the correct response from the submissive. Both the Dom and the sub “get it”, there is very little need for so called “training” and they naturally know what the other needs and is looking for.
The Dominant does not like the situation of constantly repeating and forcing a particular behavior (submission) to occur. Besides the activities (sexual and others) it is the surrender as a result of the Domination that is the ive and enjoyment. Creativity is an important part of this situation. They tend to intellectualize and be more into the philosophical and psychological mechanisms of this life style. They understand the concepts and resultant interactions and can put it into real life. They do not need many rules like the Democratic type, nor do they like the heavy S&M activities of the Authoritarian, preferring submission to occur as a result of an instilled desire in the submissive to surrender. She “wants” to submit as a result of the Dominant’s knowledge and skill in dominating her.
Sensuousness is the rule. Pain is given and received as a form of sensuous stimulation. Light pain as opposed to severe. Sensuous torture is a popular activity in this area. Both the Dominant and the submissive must naturally be this way. These are the people who will claim to be “born that way”. They fully understand the concept of D/s, it comes to them naturally and easily. They attract a submissive that truly and naturally desires to please and who will observe and sense what it is that the Dominant is communicating;
lostnlooking9 I figured I would do a quick about me. This isn't planned and will likely be random and all over the place.First of all, vanilla - as this is the most important thing to me, If we don't connect here, than sexually doesn't matter.I'm an extravert. I find energy in groups and crowds usually(not allways) And I find people fasanating, so I would enjoy people watching sometimes even.However, I would be ok being with an introvert and limiting my actions with groups. This isn't a must and being closed off and contained isn't an issue. It's the relationship that matters and as long as that is strong, I will be happy.I tend to enjoy a little bit of everything. Travelling, hiking, board games, movies and tv, reading. trying new things and activities.My tastes range from Downton Abbey, to Yellowstone, to Battlestar to NCIS(not as much anymore) to parks and rec.I love independant and foreign films/tv as well as classics just as much as anything above.I've become a board game and puzzle nut. It's an interesting way to spend time, have fun and use strategy/think.I enjoy conversations and debating.I'm the sort of person willing to try everything at least once.Some weird/different stuff about me:I am very Ticklish. To the point that if you wish to tickle I have a very strong ask that I be tied down. I have punched people before being unrestrained and flailing about. I do not enjoy it, but I enjoy the pleasure it brings my torturer I guess.I have a fear of heights. I have learned to manage this, I usually have no issue in a plane, on a ladder or even a roof. And if I can hold onto something solid, I am fine. But every now an again(top of a mountain looking over a cliff as one example) I do have that fear crop up.I'm a nudist at heart. I'm fine with nudity and I would be nude all the time if I could. Sometimes I am.I believe I'm undiagnosed ADHD. In no way really bad, but I do have quirks. When I have a list of tasks I can and tend to jump between them mid-task randomly. I can and have been known to fidget usually, usually just my fingers. And other really minor things. Nothing that I feel needs to be managed, it's more of a "wow it's crazy you work like that" sort of response from people when they know me, and like I said, not all the time, but enough it would be noticable long term.The kinky/sex stuff:I'm Pansexual. I have been with both sexes before, maybe I will again. To me it's about the person, not their parts. I have no requirements there, I don't 'need' both sexes in my life and I can and am able to be monogomus.My Limits: No Scat, No felonies.(an aside here - a lot of people say nothing illegial. But public nudity is illegial, and I would do it leading to -), Nothing that involves others without their consent. Wearing a collar in public is just apperal, being naked involves them. Being naked where a kid can see is a felony, so context matters there.No permanent changes without my ok. As soon as I ok being tatooed or pierce once, I'm good forever.Nothing involving friends or family or work without my ok. This includes collars and such.No Degredation. I was picked on as a kid. It wasn't fun. If you want to treat me like crap - no thanks. If you don't want to treat me like a prized pet, a love, a favorite possession, or something like that, I'm not for you. This includes namecalling, and includes for punishment.Humiliation is different, I love humiliation.My main joys(in no ways all)Being controlled/a lack of control. The more real this is, the more I tend to enjoy it.Tell me not to move or else is one thing, tell me not to move and bind me so I can't even if I tried and it's mentally a different level. And no, I don't expect this 24/7 365 or even often, just explaining control is key.Pleasing/serving/bringing smiles. Are you happy? Are you satasfied? Are you smiling? This can be from an act I did - cleaning your kitchen, bringing you to a great orgasm, or just submitting to something difficult for you.Humiliation. This is an aspect of control. Being naked around others is one example. The way I look at it, if it makes me blush or shy it's humiliation.In no ways is that all but the main ones.However note, I'm focused on #2, and that is most important to me. If I cannot and am not pleasing, this wouldn't work for me(and I imagine you either). Some other sexual/relationship notes:I have the mindset that I learn what an owner wants, needs and desires and it's my job to fit inside that, that a possible owner shouldn't need to change for a sub/slave. That I need to find somewhere that I can fit, and mold myself around their desires, fantasies and interests. This includes things like chastity as well as other activities. Some like it, some don't, in the end I can give or take.I have my fantasies and things I'd like to try or do, and I will talk about them if asked or desired. I have a desire to be an open book as best as I can be.Finally and most importantly - I'm looking for a relationship. With that, I would be with a couple as long as if there is another sub, that I am equal to the sub. I do not desire to be a side piece or a toy that is brought out on occasion. Likewise, I'm not looking to be a servent or "domestic only". In most cases that isn't a relationship that is a job. I would be domestic only if it were a relationship, but it would depend on the situation. I think 99% of domestic only searches fall outside that situation.I want someone to accept me for me. If you cannot do that, I will move on. Small changes I can and will make, Big ones I would only make if there is a really good reason(addiction) or something, of which I don't think I have anything currently.I'm not talking what I wear or my haircut or if I'm shaved or not. I'm talking "you can't like this or that because I told you to" sort of stuff. Also, I would like someone who listens to me and who allows me to speak my mind.It doesn't have to be always, or often, It can be at set times, and you do not need to do whatever I speak about or say, but you do need to really listen and understand. I do not want to be a robot.
Aqua619 How Manipulation Begins
I had begun conversing with a gent a few days ago. He asked me how my night was or some conversation starter. I dont typically respond to
emails with no photos, but thought I'd take a chance (in other words, I thought it was safe to let my guard down.) It was midnight and I was getting
ready for bed. He stated he wanted to continue chatting , at a later date. I sent him my Google number if he wanted to text freely.
🚩I didn't receive a goodnight text, which automatically let me know he's a ghost. He's clearly scamming or cheating. In his response, he states wants to get to know me.
However, he wants to "spoon til morning--that's creating s false sense of intimacy. This is why you need to pay attention, regardless of gender. His follow-up was just as manipulative.
He didnt apologize for sending mixed signals, nor did he take responsibility for the confusion.
Be Safe Out There!
I was not ignoring you my dear beautiful Miss, I was search for my archives of pictures so I could share another one with you. Thank you for your number I hope you don’t mind but given the vulnerability I feel in sharing pictures can we keep the correspondence here until and longer friendship is formed. I hope you don’t mind this. And of course I was always going to say goodnight sweet Miss. How much I would love to change now into something satiny and spoon you till morning
StrictLovingWify A submissive is one who chooses each and every time if he /she will submit.
A submissive often comes with a list of his / her restrictions and requirements.
While a true slave is one who comes to serve in the manner in which the Mistress desires.
A true slave makes the decision to submit one time for always.
A true slave may have desires, dreams, and fantasies but he / she is not selfish and he / she relinquish their selfishness to serve the Dominant.
It takes a very strong person to live the life of being a slave to another.
To observe a slave growing and one day to see him /her become the perfected specimen in which the Domme has created is the goal.
The submission of a slave is very admirable.
I seek that slave!
The one who will serve Me always, under My safe keeping, and owned by Me.
subNhou Appears i am a permanent chastity sub/slave. Locked 842 days as of 01/20/22.
As the sub, it’s a turn-off to see a sub-cumin during play.
While important both enjoy the scene, it’s all about the pleasure of the Dom.
An exception to “enjoy” is a discipline
The scene is about Dom’s pleasure and the sub should focus on them.
satyrrr I’m pleasantly surprised to find the journal feature is fully functional, things seem to be constantly improving here on Collarspace.
I’ve always worked to be honest and transparent on ‘singles’ sites as well as those focused on kink/power exchange. Out of privacy interests some of my personal information is approximate, but I’m happy to clear up any questions you might have. I’m thoroughly divorced/single, and any children I have are fully emancipated yet extremely important in my life.
Though single, I’m not promiscuous nor am I a ‘player’. I really prefer to get to know a woman before things get ‘too’ physical. I don’t want to break any hearts and I would prefer not to have mine broken either. I would dearly love to get to get to know you if what I share here is resonating with you.
I’ve had the honor of being able to talk with and correspond with several quality women through this site. Through sincere communication two Dommes have told me they think I am ‘kinky’, but not a ‘submissive’. I respect and appreciate these insights but they leave me a little confused. I’ve always been seeking a Domme here, but in real life I am typically Alpha in my intimate relationships.
When a man is with a woman who enjoys and thrives under that dynamic it’s been counterproductive to share my submissive kink with my partner in the past. That’s why I’m trying to be as open and transparent as I can in this initial meeting/exploring phase so I don’t waste your time.
I guess I could be considered ‘kinky’ as I am very heterosexually open-minded as I’m pretty open to trying new tgs that my partner might suggest, but I still have many submissive fantasies and crave playing that role for a woman as I have done in the past.
I had a very exciting relationship several years ago with a woman on the east coast, that showed me what was possible and left me craving more. She was vastly more experienced than I was/am and I truly began to fear the direction things were heading. Once connecting through Alt.com - when it was still usable - she immediately took complete control and had me completely off-balance, I was naive as to what it meant when she told me she was a sadist, and I had no idea the effects constant strategic humiliation could have: Stockholm syndrome. This taught me how important investing in communication and building trust is before delving deep into a Dome/sub dynamic is.
I love the idea and experience of power/exchange, but I’m mainly a pleaser. I really don’t have fetishes as without some kind of connection with the woman I’m not going to be interested in power exchange or even vanilla intimacy.
This is my first real journal entry, I think it best to keep them fairly brief. Hopefully it posts flawlessly and I will be inspired to think of other things I can share with the special woman I hope to meet if she finds me here…
WildPrecious Secret Room
"They met, irregularly, at the secret room and at his apartment in the Haight. She had the feet of a ballerina and the temperament of a harpsichord, and she possessed a certain willingness to be cold."
-Lindsay Hill, Sea of Hooks
angeldmort How Plucky Duck is an example of bad BDSM
Something that popped into my head this afternoon -
Waaaaay back in 1992 there was a cartoon movie called Tiny Toons Adventure- How I spent my vacation.
The trials and tribulations of Plucky Duck in that are the perfect way to describe many of the issues people run into with BDSM.
(Stay with me here. I'm not nuts. At least not about this.)
Upon hearing that his friend Hamilton Pig's family is headed to HappyWorldLand, he immediately throws himself at them until Hamilton asks if they can take him. They agree, and he hops into the car with them.
Plucky then has a very long, unpleasant trip where he discovers that they have a very different idea of how a road trip should go.
They don't use air conditioning because the dad says "it wastes gas" but they can't roll down the windows because mom says "people will think we can't afford air conditioning." They don't eat fast food, and offer to share the food they packed, but of course, it's not what he likes. They pick up a hitchhiker, and are oblivious to the radio reporting a dangerous homicidal maniac, and also oblivious to his trying to violently murder Plucky. And so on.
When they get there, they don't ride rides- they stroll through the park, admiring everything, and stroll out, while he loses his mind about having taken this nightmare ride with no payoff.
All of this is a perfect illustration of how people get into BDSM and then find themselves in terrible situations.
Like Plucky, they didn't bother to do any fact finding or discussion beforehand, to find out if THEIR vision and definitions for the trip matched his. There was no meeting of minds or shared understanding of comforts, interests, etc.
He didn't do any negotiation to make sure he got anything he wanted out of it.
He didn't plan, at all, for how the the trip (session) would be supplied, or prepped for, or conducted during, or have a way out (safe word) to get him back home if he wasn't happy.
He was too focused on what he wanted to bother finding out if the people he expected to provide it had an intention of doing so. Or if they even understood what he wanted to start with.
They had a plan, they had prepped for that plan, they had a goal for it, and he begged to be part of it without asking a single question.
And then he was unhappy the whole time.
And the whole way back, one assumes, although they don't show that. Just his sulking to his friends after about how terrible his whole summer was, and how soured he was on the whole idea now.
He did not do anything required to inform himself, but instead gave blanket uninformed consent to everything that happened after.
And then he blamed them for how it went.
I see this ALL the time played out by newbies to the lifestyle. They are so desperate to feel the way they think they will feel, and to get the experience they have seen in videos that they jump at the first thing that's offered without doing ANY of the boring, unsexy groundwork necessary ahead of time to make sure it fulfills that.
They don't read anything, so they don't know the terminology that would allow them to understand what was being said to them. *Or not said.*
They don't educate themselves so they know what questions to ask, or what to ask for when the opportunity presents itself. They don't learn how to spot a scammer, or a fraud, or an abuser.
They don't practice safety and negotiation, so they get scammed, sometimes out of thousands of dollars. Or they get a session, with someone who talks a big game but has had limited or no actual education or experience themselves, leaving them with damage (which can be hard to explain in the emergency room.)
Some of them even end up losing their homes, getting their paychecks sent to someone else's bank account while they live in servitude they never intended, with no money and no way out. Extreme example, but I've known people who had to literally drive to another state to help someone escape with just the clothes on their back.
So many people say that talking/reading/educating yourself about it first "takes the fire/fun/passion out of it."
Unfortunately, NOT talking/reading/doing the work up front to learn can literally take all the fun out of everything permanently. So much of what we do is borderline dangerous if not practiced by someone who's done all that work. If you don't know enough, you can't know if that amazingly sexy potential new someone is full of crap and will leave your hands numb and your junk non-functional for days, or months, or forever. (That's delicate equipment and its easy to wreck the hydraulics, yannow?)
So TL/DR - you can't safely "learn by doing" in this, and failing to ask questions and discuss stuff can leave you with some horrifically bad experiences.
Do the boring part so you can do the fun stuff for a long time.
LatexTopp One of the advantages of being older is that you learn what is realistic for a lifestyle and what isn't - what exists only in the realm of fantasy. The various profiles you read of "...wanting to be locked in a dungeon 24/7..." just aren't realistic.But… when you make someone whom (or what) they have always dreamed of being, it’s an emotional experience for both of you, almost intoxicating. So how can you make this work?
In my arena of the lifestyle - transforming someone into a rubber or rubber doll 24/7 isn't realistic.
You can however try and set up your lifestyle so that the experience feels like 24/7. The following works for a latex lifestyle:
I would come home from work and go into a spare room and change into rubber. My slave would already be waiting for me in another room, hooded. The first time I saw her after work she would be hooded. The first time she saw me after I got home, I too would also be hooded.The next day, before I left for work, I would change into work clothes without her seeing me. That way, we went several days without seeing each others faces, only hooded. For two people who found being around other humans awkward, this truly was a moment of emotional freedom.
I have tried this and it worked (wonderfully!), up to a point. But that topic - when things didn’t work out perfectly - is the subject for another post.
CosmicCunt POWER
Whenever a person applies for a position, we usually make inquiries into their references and previous work performance. From thiswe get first hand input on job performance, teamwork, punctuality, adherence to company policy and so on.
Let's take a look at the references of some of the top aides and cabinet members regarding Former President Trump...
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Republicans_who_oppose_the_Donald_Trump_2024_presidential_campaign
Previous...
VICE PRESIDENT PENCE!
National Security Advisor
Dir. National Intelligence
TWO Secretary's of Defense
Secretary of Homeland Security
TWO National Security Advisors
Secretary of the Army
And the list just goes on and on and on and on.
People need to do some serious homework and stop reading one word signs at the red light.
https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/War/Bob-Woodward/9781668052273
https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Rage/Bob-Woodward/9781982131746
https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/The-Trump-Tapes/Bob-Woodward/9781668028148
https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Fear/Bob-Woodward/9781501175527
Walkingblind34
A touch
A kiss
I didn’t know such passion could exist
A faint glow
A little light
A fire is now blazing in the night
A growl
A grip
A forward thrust of the hip
A whimper
A moan
A screaming of your name
A touch
A kiss
I didn’t know such passion could exist
CosmicCunt Any MALE OR FEMALE who wants to contact Me about a submissive male servant or dominant male whom they met online, and wonder if they are a MONUMENTAL GAME PLAYER, is free to contact Me. Once verified , I will gladly share the information I have and possibly save you valuable time and energy.
Well, well, well... A very deep and sometimes disturbing subject indeed!
I've had the need to take some time off. I've been duped and while it is hard to admit that a woman of My age and intellect has been bamboozeled, I'm comforted knowing that this type of thing happens to many of us, most especially when we are vulnerable due to life circumstances or state of mind and that I shall be wiser for the game played.
While undertaking the supreme challenge of finding a right sub for Myself, I happened upon the GREATEST ONLINE MINDFUCKER that ever was and I discovered he has been playing around here and Fet for over 14 plus years and at least 31 profiles on CollarSpace to date!!!
VICTORY! I finally was able to find them out though I must say I was led on a not-so-merry chase full of intrigue and suspense, aliens, judges, the government, medical organizations and secret societies! LOL It takes all sorts.
After all, I have to laugh at Myself and how vulnerable My state of mind must be to have gone down that rabbit hole. I would not change the knowledge gained through the experience though I am seriously butt sore.
NEEDLESS TO SAY, ANY DOMINANT SLAVE OR SUB MAN READING THIS WILL PROVE YOURSELF OR PASS ME BY.
I have a phone, pictures, telegraph, google chat, skype and every other possible means of communication and verification including but not limited to a car! We chat, we verify, we meet or part.
Meisterperv
Llego se puso de rodillas frente a mi y me dijo: Señor vengo a limpiarlo, se que acaba de usar a una de sus perras...
Es verdad en la mañana me había cogido a una vainilla que lo mama muy bien.
bajo mi bragueta, comenzó a limpiar mi falo con la lengua, lo recorrió completo. Al terminar me pide permiso para chuparlo, se lo concedo.
mamo con tal entusiasmo y habilidad que exploto en su boca rápido, los traga con gusto.
ve por tu vibrador te voy a dar un regalo, la pongo en 4 frente a mi, le pongo su juguete, un instante después me pide permiso para tener un orgasmo en ese momento retiro el estimulo, le pongo su cinturón de castidad y la mando a hacer sus tareas. Una sumisa excitada es más obediente.
she got on his knees in front of me and said: "Sir, I came to clean you, I know you just used one of your bitches"....
It's true that in the morning I had fucked a vanilla who sucked me very well.
She went down my fly, began to clean my phallus with his tongue, she went all over it. When she finished she asked me for permission to suck it, I gave it to her.
She blows me with such enthusiasm and skill that I explode in her mouth quickly, she swallows them with pleasure.
I put her on 4 in front of me, I put her toy on, a moment later she asks me for permission to have an orgasm at that moment I remove the stimulus, put her chastity belt on and send her to do her homework. An aroused submissive is more obedient
DOMGMR Hello long time no see.
For those of us who have lived the lifestyle and have lived this way of life for a long time we've endured trials and tribulations and it seems more than our share of failures as well as some success.
For those coming into the lifestyle, some things are new, most things are not BDSM is the natural order of life. There will always be dominant, submissive, property, owner, slave, submissive, bottom, top, all these are just words used to describe that order. There's no going back, No utopia to the human condition
Someone will always lead, someone will always follow, some will always use, some will always take, some always give, some always do nothing except sit there and not move forward for a lack of fear for lack of decisiveness for lack of just Not wanting to take that chance.
Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism are the tools of the lifestyle, the sex all that pretty much remains the same. The only difference is who's doing it,who's using it,who's living it. Humans are a short lived species better to have lived life then to wait until end to experience it at death's door.
Verijaa If your profile pic is your crotch or your butt, from any angle, clothed or not, lingerie or not, chastity or not, I will "Hide" your profile from view. I do not want to be introduced to a crotch or a butt.
If your profile pic is a bathroom mirror nude body shot, I likely will not look further. Why would I want to get to know somebody with so little sense of aesthetics, so little willingness to put in a bit of effort, so little imagination?
A profile avatar is your introduction, your first hand-shake, not a place to bare your all. Even on a kink site, we are people first. Kinky does not mean a total lack of class or style or courtesy.
A profile avatar does not have to be a face pic, it doesn't even have to be you, it just has to show something interesting about you. A hobby, a pet, a silhouette of you against a sunset, a photo you took and love. If your body doesn't belong in a fashion magazine, don't expect it to be interesting to potential partners as a first introduction. Bodies become much more attractive for many women when we get to know the person first. We are looking for more than bodies. Show us a WHOLE PERSON.
That goes for the body of the profile, too. Show us a whole person, not another horny porn-fed online wannabe without a clue. Show you know what you are talking about outside of porn, which is NOT educational. Be a real, interesting, knowledgable person.
Or do please write to somebody else.
LondonTriangle Polite heads up to anyone I engage with.
I am a real person, with real honest values, with a real job in the public sector.
I hop on in the middle of the night but during work time frame you will never see me on here.
I actually enjoy serving the community but my goal was to find like minded individuals to have an open relationship.
Open to me means we are single and not married and freely respecting our bodies and choices (can't be done when your married your disrespecting your wife and kids, you got problems at home pay for your wifes gym membership and have that honest chat to turn things around don't come to me).
I don't entertain time wasters.
I do expect the men I engage with to be employed, be in good job, be generous.
No I am not trying to con you, nor get your bank balance, I am not entertaining another bad experience where I discover on multiple dates I am the only one paying the bill and a 5 day date cost me £400 because the other person was a cheapskate.
I am independent, I am generous but I am no longer entertaining time wasters.
Other than that have a nice day.
C
RogueHD Sub thoughts for a Domme;
What pleasure means to me ... as a submissive man, pleasure, to me, is knowing that i am making Her happy, providing a service to or for Her, filling the role that She wishes me to fill, for Her and Her pleasure.
I can do or perform acts that bring me pleasure, but it is empty if She doesn't derive pleasure, happiness, amusement or satisfaction from it. I am always hoping to make Her happy or to provide something useful to or for Her. A disagreement about what type of food to eat, what movie to see, what we are doing for the day .. the bottom line is She will have the final say, the Control to determine those things and to exercise that power when and how She sees fit.
I am happiest knowing that She is happy. To make Her smile or see the approving look in Her face is all the pleasure I need and anything further beyond that is simply icing on the cake.
I think what it means to the exchange between a Domme and Her sub/slave is mentioned in the above, but essentially it means that my pleasure only exists and should only be possible if i am pleasing Her .. it is Her desires and wants that need to be met, and my ability to assist or aid in that brings me great joy and happiness, and is the only thing that really pleases me.
Self-gratification is nice, but hollow and empty as i am not fulfilling the desire and yearning i have to know that i am pleasing Her. I exist for Her pleasure and that is fulfilling.
I look forward to submitting my ego and desires to Her, for Her to guide, shape, influence and control.
Zvjar A trip to the vending machine
I'd like to share this little experience I recently had the honor of partaking in with a willing local masochist friend. If she happens to read this and recognize herself in the story, knowing her, she would love the extra humiliation :)
We were spending some time in a hotel room together when I informed my friend that I have an exciting and cruel ordeal planned for her today.
First I ordered her on all 4 on the floor at my feet and removed her butt plug before placing it in her mouth. Next a hose and with a funnel was placed in her ass and I emptied my full bladder completely in her rectum. This warm piss enema was plugged with an inflatable plug and her ass inflated. Next I ordered her to stand and clamped her nipples painfully, finally a humming dildo slid into her pussy which was already dripping wet. I began to dress her slowly, soaking up her discomfort as the bra went over her clamped nipples and the jeans zipped up in place over the dildo and butt plug. Her eyes never left me the whole time, the butt plug still in her mouth where I had left it, I saw her pupils widening as I finally began to apply the face mask over her mouth and nose and it dawned on her that not only is she leaving the hotel room retaining a piss enema, double plugged and clamped, but she'll also be sucking on her used butt plug the whole time.
"Here are your instructions, fucktoy, now that you're properly outfitted for a walk. I am thirsty and I would like a soda from the vending machine. The bad news I have for you is that there aren't any on this floor, so be a good girl and walk up the stairs, grab me a coke and yourself a drink, then hurry back-here is my card. I don't want you using the elevator, only stairs, and when you are back kneel at the door, knock and wait to be let in" She nods quickly in the affirmative as she begins to shuffle towards the door trying to reconcile the various sources of ovetstimulation.
I watch her with excitement as she disappears slowly down the hallway towards the stairs, each step full of anguish for my sadistic pleasure. When she returns and I see her waiting for me obediently kneeling at the hotel door, a huge smile spreads across my face as I step aside holding the door for her to crawl in with our sodas.
I lean forward and pick her up in my arms, whispering "good girl", as I set her on the bed, pulled her jeans down and placed my tongue directly on her twitching clit, licking and sucking until she exploded under me.
LAActress4U
Oh Sir, your bitch is waiting for you to grab me by my pussy hair and push me onto the bed You tie my hands over my head, put a spreader bar between my legs and then wisper in my ear, how dare you come to me with all this here My bitch is hairless you hear me You pull out your shaver and take off my hair, spanking my clit and pussy as you go Mmmmm When you are done you go into the bathroom and get a soapy washcloth You rub and scrub my lips and pussy You dirty bitch as you flip me onto my belly trying to decide which hole youll shove your big hard almost still cock You spank me first with a wooden paddle that I actually brought zwith me Ill show you who your Master is bitch You grab the back of d hair as you climb on top of me shoving yor dick into me hard I cry out
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RelevantWellephant I have strong notions of how things proceed with those I connect. With certain chords hit sings different notes and makes music. Symphonies and Encores. How many Encores does one investigate and others file 13? Do I need to lower my expectations?
I have high expectations of myself and, in turn, I expect better in a partner. Particularly after thourough training, which takes patience.
As I chart paths on My map - following the compass of Jack Sparrow. To navigate to the Priceless Jewel that is Myself.
Because I have confidence and I anchor My Will, you flee.
Few are Seekers of living in discomfort. You don't have to completely understand something to love it.
The 1st Mate. Protector of the Capitain. Like Capitain Shakespeare is to Tristan and the oblivious star that walked amongst them in Stardust.. ~~~>>@<<
quirkylittle4daddy Wavy Baby: Sirenade, The Lullaby of Power, Love, and Connection
this song is excellence. it provides nuturing in such a cool and curated vibe. it's an updated lullaby in a song. it's a shh shh shh whisper hug in an art deco haute couture framework.
this song could be so many versions. it could be a connection to spirit and the water goddesses since it is sirenade...serenade as a siren.....it could be a song for women connection to other women.
but my focus here is always about the power dynamic.
in that context i hear it in two ways..it could be the submissive woman singing to the man. in the first part...it could be then the man reciprocating in the other half after the mermaid season breakdown.
it could be a segment i don't talk about often due to my complete inexperience of being able to attempt this to happen for me but what exists, the daddy through the dominant woman...be it a more butch or masculine or gender fluid et all woman....or a femme woman...because similar to submissive daddy men, the feminine presenting and aligned woman that is a daddy is often overlooked...but they have and do exist for long periods of time as well....
i feel contextually given the singer is a woman it makes more sense for it to be sung for the submissive woman straight up from the dominant daddy woman's perspective in that relationship.
but i feel all those apply.
LaTulipe Do you like that?/
I keep his throat in my pocket/
He tries to bite back/
I'm sleeping deep in his lungs/
He wants to deny that/
He's on the edge of his seat/
And he's trying not to break, but I give it 'bout a week/
I'm made of linen and salt, my blood is made up of feathers/
He runs on language and laughter, he's made of leather and pepper/
Our limbs walk over to each other, the bodies are shoving/
And I grab him by the tie and, oh god,I think he's blushing/
And the tactics, accents, rip my seam/
He's a hopeless, focused, fucked up dream/
And he's trying not to crawl, 'cause he won't say he needed me/
And he's trying not to sleep, 'cause all he does is dream of me/
His family's scared of me 'cause the concept of sex is stronger than the concept of god/
And when he's missing on Sunday, they know who's at fault/
And I'll return him home, sick with a fever/
'Cause his still on the ground, on his knees, in a theatre/
'Cause I'm the backyard heathen/
The girl he's dreamin'/
I'll bend him over backwards, give him something to believe in/
No end, no completion/
He says stop teasing/
We'll play the game, both go insane, and then we'll call it even/
'Cause his chest is heaving/
His knees got weakened/
All strong and rough and tough, but I ruined that in an evening/
I sunk my teeth in/
And by next weekend/
You're admitting I'm the only god that you'll ever believe in/
HotHungCleanDom Here is my experience with the bimbo:She worked at a car dealership as a receptionist when we met. She dressed conservatively, never showing much skin. She was pretty, but could have really been a 10 with better hair/make-up etc. She was slim, had a round ass, and her best feature - her glorious D cups. She was simple minded. We fucked on the first date and by the third date she asked to stop at a pharmacy. She point blank said, "I'm going to pick up some lube so you can fuck me in the ass tonight". We starting dating and getting to know each other. I learned it was fine to be a bit aggressive with her. When she was in the mood, she fucked like a raunchy porn star. She loved to be dirty or nasty. She loved ass to mouth, spit/sloppy blowjobs, being spit on, getting/giving rimjobs. Even with unbelievable tits, nobody is perfect. Outside the bedroom, dealing with her became a chore. She could be very childish and whiny, constantly complaining. Also very stubborn or moody at times. She could also be demanding. I liked the slut a lot more than I liked the girlfriend. One day she'd wake me up with a blowjob and the next she wouldn't speak to me because I forgot to wear the cologne she bought me. Or She'd pick a restaurant, not like the food, and be in a bad mood all night. It became difficult to deal with her inconsistent behavior. It became she was really only good for one thing. And after a night of her begging for ass to mouth, she said I treated her too much like my "slut instead of [my] girlfriend". Things ended not long after. That's why I am open to find a girl who is more agreeable and build the bimbo onto her.
pizzapuppiescows I thought I knew what was wrong. But I saw a specialist and they talked medical blah blah and so for a few weeks I've been walking around thinking I have a rare cancer. Tests were ordered, biopsies taken, more specialists, antibiotics prescribed. I started mental checklists so if it's worse case scenario I get shit done before I'm not capable. I cried a lot. The not knowing of so many important things that might mean everything. Or nothing. Tests coming back inconclusive, waiting on next steps. It's a lot to add to your agenda since the world doesn't stop for a new crisis. It's tiring to be this stressed.
After all of this, the tests, the time, the tears, that first specialist agreed with my original diagnosis. If they would have listened to me on that first visit I'd be healed by now. Fuck silver linings, I'm pissed.
Not out of the woods just yet, one more specialist to go. But it's looking good enough that I can be uppity about the whole situation. Still, fingers crossed, okay? Thanks.
nov4 prt 2 ...
This was the first one on one interaction I'd had with
a female for over a month, and I'm ashamed to say that with
the smell of her perfume and her proximity to me, I was feeling
the tingles of an erection.
As we talked our legs occasionally touched each other,
and I was always the one to move. June told me that 23 was no
age and that a good looking young guy like me would have no
problem finding someone new. I tried to get off the subject
and asked about her.
She was divorced from Emma's dad
for some 20 years now and never seemed to have any interest
in dating again. She smiled and put her hand on my knee and
squeezed and told me I was sweet. I must admit I blushed a
little. She seemed to take courage from my blushing and
moved her hand slightly up my leg and squeezed gently again
. Her smile was even broader as I began to squirm a little
trying to hide my growing erection.
Her eyes held mine as
she slid her hand further up my thigh and her thumb brushed
the tip of my erection. She swirled her thumb around the
head making it twitch. I went to stand but her other hand
reached over and grabbed my knee firmly. I went to speak
but she seductively shushed me. Her thumb was joined by
the rest of her hand. I pushed upwards.
June smiled and pulled her hand away. Leaving my cock twitching
in my jeans.
She asked me if I liked that, I dumbly nodded.
She asked if I wanted more, again I nodded. Smiling, she leaned in and
kissed me gently on the lips, her tongue quickly darting
in and out of my mouth. She pulled away and told me to stand
up and strip as she wanted to see me naked. I was sexually
hypnotized, my little head was doing the thinking and the
rest of my body was just going along for the ride. I stood
in front of her, she smiled and leaned back on the sofa as
I took off my shirt. She leaned forward and undid my belt,
and pulled it from the hoops of my jeans, folded it and
laid it across her lap. I undid my jeans and let them drop
and stepped out of them. My hard as iron cock was trying its
best to escape its boxer short prison. I hesitated for a
second but her smile encouraged me and I slid them off as
well.
She reached over and cupped my hard balls and gently squeezed
, My cock throbbed and I almost exploded as she took the head
in her lips and sucked gently flicking it with her tongue.
What happened next took me totally by surprise and I nearly
fell over. She wound the belt around my thighs and pulled
it tight. I found my footing and put my legs together and
she took the opportunity to pull it tighter till it was biting
into my thighs. She fastened it.
I must have had the dumbest of looks on my face as she stood
. Her hand reached down and stroked my cock and she kissed
me gently on the lips. She pulled away and smiled as I leaned
into her. As she walked around me, her warm hands stroking
my chest, gently pulling on the hairs. She kissed my shoulder
and neck. Biting ever so gently. She stroked my back, I felt
her nail lightly scratch.
Her hand slid down and gave my
tight ass cheeks a squeeze. I was in a haze as she reached
into her bag. I became more confused as she pulled out a scarf
and tied tightly around my eyes. I heard a jingle then felt
cold steel being tightened around my wrist and then my arms
being pulled behind me and the other wrist was cuffed. I
felt her circle me. I winced as she pinched me and poked me
. She squeezed my balls hard and I almost doubled. Holding onto my shoulders, she gently pushed me. I shuffled the best
I could. She stopped and I figured we were in the middle of
the room.
C0SMICCUNT For more information see profile under same name...
Update: Mother on month 7 of sleep therapy. Yes it makes ALL THE DIFFERENCE. Meanwhile, I'm navigating a new normal. Some days you just need to 'smile and wave', put in the induction earphones and carry on...
I can always tell when something AMAZING is around the corner. There is always that s q u e e z e just before. This is a big s q u e e z e so I know it is going to be GREAT! Looking forward to My minions coming lol If this time has taught Me anything it is laugh cry do what you have to do and take no prisoners. Never more true were the words than -to thine own self be true. It's all you have at the end of the day and if you are really super lucky, you may have some company along the way. Needless to say the squeeze in this life is just about choking the every living life out of Me. With God leading the way, I follow the light fully armed.
On a personal front I continue to be grateful for those who share their path with Me. Each of Us is learning and growing in our understanding of ourselves and one another. Layiing the foundation for the time to come has been invaluable and all of us are looking foward to what will be.
In the meantime and until such time as the house is full, I am seeking and have availability to share in conversation after dinner most nights.
lusciouslisalips
Fall and Winter 2021 update.
Lisa's desires for younger/youthful gurls:
"If you are a younger Domme Gurl; whom would like an older sub/slave woman, and you would like to take that extra Control over her. Your using and humiliating her lifestyle to your pleasure; then please read on further. And, what could be more humiliating for an older woman when she kneels incestuously before someone young enough to be her daughter or granddaughter?"
A lovely lady lesbian, lecherous, lascivious, seeking similar, saucy, sexy, sophisticated, stylish, social, slender, smooth, similar senioress sisters. update information........Lisa and Brenda now live here together as two wonderful lovingly respectful, honestly honorable ladies from another gender. We so enjoy the compatibility of each other, our integrity, character, honesty, candor with each other---appreciation it is, totally.
The feeling of being subjugated to another in all aspects of my daily life--- is an unfilled dream of so many of us gurls. Lisa is now finally retired, and she would lose total Control if someone was "in charge" of her breasts constantly, for they are the most sensitive part of her whole body !!!
Sex, is rapidly moving to the back burner so to speak---due to these advancing years!
tomsub72 Just a thought
My dear sublook at you. Lying there so patiently, a good boy eager to please. You know what's coming, don't you? You feel the anticipation, the delicious thrill of expectation. My cock awaits, and so does the sting. Yes, there may be a little discomfort, a little tightness at first. But you understand, don't you? This is necessary. This is how you earn my approval, how you make your Mistress C proud.I will be patient, for a while. I'll let your little hole adjust. I'll feel the warmth of your body as it yields, just slightly. It will be an exquisite dance, a slow burn of pleasure and pain intermingling. There may be tears, little whimpers of protest. But these are merely a testament to the depth of your surrender, the degree to which you are allowing your Mistress to claim you.Every inch will be taken. Every thrust will be felt.I will alternate, exploring each facet of your yielding flesh. This is for your own good, little one.I am both ruthless and gentle – a delicate balance that you are privileged to experience. You will learn to crave the sting, the pressure, the feeling of being completely at my mercy.And then... then the patience will end. The rhythm will quicken, the pace will become furious. I will pound your hole, hard and fast, until you are screaming through that pitiful gag of yours. You will beg for it to stop, but your pleas are just music to our ears.I will take your desperate cries and weave them into our own symphony of dominance.I will show you the true meaning of being owned. I will show you the power of a Mistress's touch. I will show you what it means to truly be mine.
SeeksBrokenONES My Friend sent me this to proof read for his discussion of Slave vs Submissive Women. Enjoy
There are several distinctions and differences between a submissive and a slave. I will take the term submissive first. A submissive is a person with an intense desire to serve that does so under some conditions. The conditions would typically include terms of service, length of service, which areas of the submissives' life the dominant does not get to control, what the hard and soft limits are when they play or just interact, and of course the safe word. In many ways the submissive controls play. Hard limits are activities that a dominant will not be able to indulge with the submissive. Hard limits broken would lead to the end of a scene, relationship or arrangement and a serious breach of trust. Soft limits are limits that can be broken, but only after it has been discussed with the submissive. These are things the submissive is not excited about doing, but will try if it seems to excite the dominant or causes some latent excitement and fear in the submissive as well. The safe word ends all play. The dominant has free reign as long as he or she stays within the set limits.
After a scene, many submissives go back to controlling their own lives. They slip in and out of the role of submissive in most cases. They continue to make their own decisions and even in a 24/7 situation will continue to control those areas of their lives that are off limits to the dominant. A submissive submits every time a scene starts or some activity where the dominant has been given control commences. The choice is hers or his every single time the dominant requires submission. A submissive can walk away from a scene because something is not working for them and completely slip out of role whenever they feel the need to discuss something about the situation with their dominant. This does not indicate a lack of the need to submit or serve though.
Now we turn to the slave - the consensual slave. The slave gives up all rights to make their own decisions, becomes the "property" of a Master or Mistress, takes on the limits of their Master or Mistress and does what is asked of them regardless of their feelings about it. Sometimes a slave will give up all rights to property of their own and will continue to work for the household, having to ask permission to use any money they earn. Slaves earn privileges and do not have rights. A slave submits once - when the collar is placed around his or her neck and when something is difficult, has to ask for help to accomplish it. Slaves are not kept in basements or locked away forever. They are strong people who have an intense desire to please another human being and now has the freedom to live that desire and not have to submit to anyone else but those chosen by their Master or Mistress. Taking on the limits of another means that slaves have to ensure that the limits of the dominant they are talking to matches theirs, as their only choice is choosing the dominant. It is responsible to make sure that the person does match them or their preferences.
Can a slave be sold to another? No, most Masters or Mistresses would never do that. Remember this is consensual slavery, a 24/7 arrangement with one person fully in control and another person obeying all the commands and wishes expressed by the other because both of them want this. There is often a lot of love involved in this type of relationship as well. There are mock slave auctions that are used as fund raisers in the community, and slaves would go and serve another man or woman for the evening, but they always go back to the person they chose to be with. Can a slave end a relationship? Yes, they can petition their dominant for release and no responsible dominant would say no if nothing could be done to heal the relationship.
The difference between the two does not make one better than the other. I have seen countless submissives that serve as beautifully and perfectly as some slaves do and prefer not to be called slaves because of the negative connotation to that word. I have also seen many wannabe slaves struggle until they eventually found their place as submissives. It is difficult to devote one's entire life to another person but it is also incredibly rewarding.
PLBsub71 In my latest writing called, The Fitting Room... my characters meets a younger, submissive woman named Beth.
I am looking for my own Beth... like the woman I imagined in my writing. if you are intrigued ... message me :)
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The Fitting Room: Part 1 | Beth .... (erotica)
We met in the fitting room of a local boutique.
I had just tried on my new dress and came out to stand in front of the large 3-piece mirror. It was one of those faux wrap around dresses and I really liked the pattern and material. I had my hair clipped up and wanted to see what it would look like with my hair down. I took the clip out and shook my hair.. fluffed it a bit with my fingers, and stared. Turned... even lifted my breasts a little, as if to say... 'Get up there girls.. knockers up'.
As I was standing there staring at my reflection.... the door to the fitting room closest to the mirror opened up and a younger woman stepped out. I assumed she wanted to get a look at herself in the mirror so I smiled.. and stepped aside. She stepped ahead of me to stand in front of the mirrors, and like I did.. she turned and looked at her new dress.
She was easily 20-25 years younger than me and I thought of where I was in my life at that age. She had long dark hair and the dress accentuated her curves. I found myself wondering what she looked like without the dress on. I had told my Daddy that I was curious about being with another woman. Feeling another woman's breasts... her curves... tracing her bottom lip with my thumb... leaning in for a very full and sensuous kiss. I wondered to myself if this younger woman standing in front of me had ever thought those kinds of thoughts about another woman.
I cleared my throat and said, 'That looks really good on you'. I looked her up and down and met her eyes directly. She stared for a moment, and then looked down and blushed.
'Thank you.. but I'm not sure if I should get it.', she said. 'I had ordered it for a party I was going to go to with my girlfriend, but we broke up. When the store called me to say the dress was in, I wasn't sure if I should have told them that I had changed my mind.. or come in and try it on.'
She sighed and looked down at the floor, and bit her bottom lip. When she looked up, I could see she was holding back tears.
'Oh goodness', I said. 'It'll be alright... you'll see.' I touched her shoulder to show some comfort, and she smiled a bit -- but she still wore that sadness that only a recent break-up can bring.
She was still examining herself in the mirror and asked, 'So... what's the occasion for your new dress?'
Well... I smiled rather big and blushed really hard. How was I going to tell this woman that I had bought this dress for a rather special.. and very sexy dining experience? One where.. I was going to be.. the meal.
I decided to put my big girl panties on and take a chance.
'I needed to wear something extra special for a dinner that my.... Daddy, is putting together.', I said. I watched her facial expression to see if I could detect if she knew what I was talking about. I was curious if she was in the lifestyle or knew about Daddies and Master's, etc.
She blinked a couple of times and cleared her throat and said, 'Oh.. your Daddy is having a party for you?'.. and her smile said it all. She had a sweet smile, and was biting her bottom lip again. She knew.. and she now knew that I knew, she knew.
'Yes.. He is.', I said.
I smiled and stepped around her back and we both looked in the mirror. I came in close to her ear.. still maintaining eye contact with her in the mirror. 'After my Daddy helps me take off this new dress, I will be helped onto a table to lie down so his guests can eat food off of my body... among other things.'
She smiled then and said, 'Really?', to which I replied, 'Absolutely', and leaned in a little more.
'Are you a good girl or a dirty little slut?', I asked in almost a whisper.
I watched her in the mirror and saw her slightly rub her legs together and reply, almost automatically, 'I'm a dirty little slut, Ma'am.'
I could see her flush start to creep from her face, down her neck and travel downward.. and I smiled to myself. I knew right away.. she was a very good girl.. and I was already thinking she would be a very good little slut for me and my Daddy.
'You wouldn't like to come to this party.. would you?', I asked.
'Really? Yes Ma'am, I would really like that.', she stammered.
I swear I felt giddy at how sweet she looked right then.
'I'm sure my Daddy will be pleased that I'm bringing a... special guest. He is always very pleased when he knows I have met a good girl who wants to serve and please both of us. ', I said. "You would like to serve and please both of us, correct?'
'Oh Yes Ma'am.. Yes. I would like that!, she said.
'Oh gosh.. where are my manners.. my name is Beth', and she stuck out her hand to shake mine.
I smiled and took her hand in mine. Her handshake was strong and firm. I liked it.
'I'm pleased to meet you, Beth. You may call me, Ma'am for now.. maybe Sis in the future', I said. 'Here is my card. You will call me tomorrow but in the meantime, may I call you later tonight?'
She gave me her phone number to put in my phone, and her email.
'Yes Ma'am.. I would really like that.', she replied.
'Good girl... we'll talk later then.', I said.
With that.. I walked back to my fitting room, stepped in and shut the door behind me. She had no idea how hard my heart was beating and how nervous I was.
I opened a new text message and typed....
"Hi Daddy.. you're never going to believe what happened while I was at the boutique picking up my dress for the party...."
To be continued.....
Written 07/06/2024
MPH 💜
malesubslave2000 This is just a quick PSA, I have filled out and returned my ballot, so you can stop all the TV ads and yard signs and news coverage now.
Thank you.
StrictLovingWify Attitude matters!
I will be clear here.
If I choose you and you are not fit, healthy and eat healthy per My desires.
I will put you on a strict diet and exercise program.
I don't care what you weighed in high school or your younger years.
That is not what you look like today.
Who you are today, what you look like today is all I will see, and matters to Me!
Strip naked, take a long look in the mirror from every angle, take photos of yourself.
Are you proud of your appearance?
Or do you need to put in the work?
I am on a journey to better fitness and appearance.
If you are not, or have no ambition to, we will not match up.
you don't have to be perfect right now, although that is desirable.
What you do need is to be putting in the work and working on the goal of better health, healthy eating/diet, and becoming physically fit.
Eliminating substances from your consumption that is not healthy.
Watch 'Biggest Looser', maybe it will inspire you.
Its free to watch on freevee app
LadyLaurelin I was here awhile back and left. Hello again.
I propose a power exchange. About me. I am a strong willed woman. I know what I want in life and am patient enough to wait for it. I've been active in this lifestyle for over 18 years. I would describe myself as a firm and demanding, loving sadistic, that delights in pushing her playthings to the point that is just this side of no return. I expect obedience. I give love, kink and a place to belong (kneeling at my feet). The setting. I live in the woods on the river, deep in the heart of a vast and beautiful land. Where the sun rarely sets in the middle of summer and rarely peeks it's head out in the middle of its winter wonderland. The exchange. I want to play with you. To hurt and humiliate you. To tend your wounds and then hurt you some more. At the end of the day I want you curled at my feet with a hot cup of tea in hand while we share witty banter about the days many activities. I also want my dishes done. My floor scrubbed. My door fixed. My garage cleaned. My art room organized. My garden weeded. My front deck built. This could start as a two week vacation or a repeat visit but should end as a lifetime venture. Serious inquiries preferred.
Slavetotake2 To Daddy
From little gurl
Oh Daddy I’m so ready to truly begin our journey tog
Daddy I can say with 100% honesty that this little daily ritual you gave me has become something your little gurl looks forward to everyday.j
There is no misunderstanding Daddy. Just as you’re choosing me to be your submissive to own, I want you as my Daddy.I commit myself to you. I commit my mind, body, and soul to submit to you. I eager await all your lessons. I understand some may be veryj hard. I know some will make me very emotional and I may even cry.
I believe you will guide me to achieve my dream of being the beautiful sexy desirable woman I’ve always felt inside of me.
AnotherMale I love face sitting... there's that first initial gasp when suddenly someone's tongue makes contact with you. it's a little cold at first, in a wet and exciting way. kind of like putting something minty on your skin. tongues, used well, are much more refined instruments than fingers. they can either cover more surface area or become pointed and extremely localized. this is how I prefer to start -- go extremely slow, hover between your legs so you can feel me breathing and maybe I kiss your thighs, ( more than likely since I turned on by tuning in). Very occasionally I flick my tongue over your vulva and you will yelp. I myself like it if at first I left your clit alone -- she's too sensitive for immediate onslaught and I want to pleasure you, play around for a while. This part feels crazy amazing; if your aroused you're already feeling a throbbing inside you but every time I suddenly lick you it's like all that interior feeling leaps to the surface and is crystalized in a bolt of warm juicy lightning. The best part of this early stage is that you don't know what's going to happen next. I try and surprise you. take a long pause, give you one lick, pause again, then three short licks in succession. You are all tensed up at this point, completely focused on the next moment my tongue will make contact, and feeling the desire to spread your thighs far apart to make room for all the need I am building up in you. I am now completely a part of your being, I have become one with you. Then I really get down to business, as while I love the teasing stage because for me it is my only chance to worship your body, I know you can't take it for too long. (I'll know because you'll make some frustrated vocal noises and be arching your pelvis towards me.) here is where I start exploring ""in the groove,"" as I call it, try long slow licking motions that start at your vaginal opening and go all the way up to, but don't QUITE make contact with your clit. then vary the length of the lick, the speed, and the shape of my tongue -- try pointy, then big and wide. In this stage your body relaxes; it's sort of like getting the most hyperbolically good massage of your life, and you can't believe how awesome it feels so you just sort of melt into it. Then I start working your clit and this is where you go bonkers. I try licking up to it -- stroke my tongue repeatedly from about half an inch below it right up onto it. Your vaginal walls are tensing like crazy at this point, and you are rotating your pelvis towards me because you can barely stand it but need more. Don't even have the words for this part -- I know it feels absurdly wet and sparkly for you, though the sensation is still happening on the surface at this point. If I'm doing my job well, at some point during this stage you will start to feel a strong, bodily premonition: you are going to cum. I visualize this shift as a change in WHERE the sensation is coming from: while before it was all in the little external sphere of the clit itself, at this point the clitoris's roots well inside have suddenly gone warm and tense. ( I have looked this up,---- the clit is misunderstood, it isn't just a little button but a really large interior structure.) they are grabbing all the muscles in your pelvis and squeezing. You begin to feel intentionality at this point: before you were just enjoying how absurdly good this feels, but now you are on a mission. You are going to orgasm your brains out. (for me), coming strongly involves your pelvic muscles, so I'll notice where you're at because I'll feel you contracting over me. You are probably also shifting your legs around at this point. Now, I can keep you on the verge for a long long time -- but whatever I do, I won't return to the teasing stage at this point. I'll focus on the groove as a path to your clit. when I do something in particular that increases that ""I am going to cum"" sensation in you, that's when you're most likely to exclaim ""YES"" or ""FUCK"" or ""OH MY"" or just ""WHARBARBALFGBLE."" And I keep doing that thing. There will come a point where everything in your body knows that you are going to cum IMMEDIATELY if the right sensations keep happening. As for me, this is the only time when I should focus entirely on your clit. I will know because you are clenching everything in your body. everything I do on the surface is sending warm, contracting depth charges of pleasure into your pelvis. You lose your ability to feel really subtle sensations at this point: I pick a repetitive motion and DIG IN. I might have to try a few different ones but I will find one that works. The part just before you actually cum is the best fucking part for me, oh Jesus. You are on a giant cliff-edge of more pleasure than you thought was possible and suddenly, all those clenched muscles relax for just a few seconds, everything is silence and slow motion and you feel a big, round, room filling sensation of OH ! MY! GOSH! Then you begin the orgasm and everything clenches back up, you are falling down the cliff and your vaginal walls are contracting so fast and furiously, and the sensation is one of pulsing nuclear bursts of intensity that you almost can't stand. It is probably hard to keep my tongue on you ( and in you )at this point, you are thrashing around, and my head is being squished so hard I am now in pain, but I won't stop, I promise. You need to get every possible pulse out of you, when you have, you will probably shiver and moan, and that's when you'll be able to relax again and feel a huge gentle wave of pleasure out to your fingers and toes. high five! good job! We did it, and I feel closer than ever to you, because I have brought pleasure to you
CosmicCunt A 4 wheel break job and a panty job! What more could a girl ask for?
This past weekend I had the EXTREME pleasure of being served. He showed up in the wee hours of the morning and over the next several hours demonstrated a front brake pad, rear drum brake, and rear shoe job! So interesting and I love knowing how to save Myself some cash in the future, as well as how to properly prepare the components of the brake system in order to have them operating at peak performance. I feel knowledgeable and grateful. My favorite new find is Anit-Seize - so neat and in copper no less!
After the brake job and LOTS of sexy stories, off we went to a Halloween party where he dressed as a she (wig and all) and mum and I were dressed as cowgirl and asian empress.
Later on, after I got 'her' good and tipsy, I took advantage and traced those super silky lace pink panties. It was SOOO HOT to feel 'her' squirm underneath My touch and move erotically. I felt desire course hot for a moment or two. lol
Thank you dear for sharing your talent, knowledge, and sweet sissy side. It was fun and you are a hero in My book!
Kiss
MasterMayDomme AcadaMay She's Royal CFNM Ladies Tea Party - Saturday 5th July
You may contact me here to reserve your place.
Most alternative events objectify women, but there is one particular event that reverses the rôles. This is the Clothed Female, Naked Male party. CFNM by definition gives the power back!
Ladies of elegance and sophistication are cordially invited to take the opportunity to mingle with their peers whilst sipping their wine and enjoying the entertainment.
Come & join the the AcadaMay CFNM Ladies' Tea Party every month for an afternoon of tea & wine with lashings of decadence. All whilst being served by underlings who will be there solely to serve and cater to our every whim. You will never want to go to a vanilla tea party again!
Ladies, this is your chance to be served by men and objectify them. CFNM includes activities that are not particularly oriented towards female dominance and superiority, but a modicum of humiliation and punishment to the nude men not behaving according to protocol would be expected, nay, encouraged!
Gentlemen, this is your chance to parade yourself in an elegant social setting, to have the opportunity to serve and make yourself compliant to the request of any lady present without demur or backchat. If you wish to have this experience, come and join the ladies for an afternoon of CFNM.
subNhou Protocol Party Ideas
Low Protocols that are public-friendly.• sub refills the Doms drink.• sub not sitting until the Dom sits• serving the Dom before the sub.• sub not eating until the Dom starts• etc.
Medium Protocols are usually seen at kink parties.• sub sitting on floor next to the Dom.• sub saying yes Sir/Maam.• any type of service including play.
etc.
Then there are High Protocols. These are actions the sub is not to question. They are done quickly and respectfully.• sub is not allowed to speak.• sub can't look into Dom's eyes.• sub stands at attention.• sub walks behind the Dom.• sub obeys all orders.• etc.
These are just a few examples of protocols. When beginning to use protocols remember to start slow. Try one or two to begin with and discuss whether they are working or not. It is very gratifying when protocols are used. The sub is pleasing the Dom and the Dom is proud/pleased with the sub. Now that's a turn on. 😁
bitchbottom To what degree these numbers are meaningful, i do not know, and i confess to being skeptical (although i’ll confess to virtually anything if the mood is right). But still...
== Results from bdsmtest.org ==100% Masochist100% Submissive100% Rope bunny86% Degradee75% Slave62% Primal (Prey)<br style="box-sizing: border-box; border-width: 0px;
MistressNikkiVixen There’s a pattern I see far too often—and it’s impossible to ignore.
Too many men hiding behind loud opinions, inflated egos, and surface-level submission. Talking endlessly, questioning everything, yet completely lacking the one thing that actually matters: direction.
And no—I don’t place that blame entirely on them.
Without consistent interaction, correction, and instruction from the Dom side, many never develop the proper tone of submission. They don’t learn restraint. They don’t learn how to listen. They don’t learn how to respond with intention instead of impulse.
So they remain… reactive. Over-opinionated. Frustrating.
Not because they’re incapable—but because no one required more of them.
Submission has a tone to it. It’s measured. It’s aware. It understands when to speak, and more importantly, when not to. It doesn’t push for control under the guise of curiosity or “connection.”
And without structure, without standards, without a Dom who actually enforces both—most will never evolve past that noise.
That doesn’t interest me.
I’m not here for unmanaged energy or misplaced ego.
I’m here for discipline. For growth. For those who are capable of refinement—and willing to be shaped by it.
The difference is always obvious.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
Eslavegirl
Desire fires: a machine gun
Turning love to hate.
You could never
Be my mate...
Tears fall, heart aches.
i poison myself
Day after day till
Pneumonia hits
In ways You never did.
Grief buries feeling,
As i cleanse,
Breath by breath,
Coughing sadness
Till life deceives,
yet i defy death
And hate,
For God knows
As i let go
In prayer,
love feeds
What love makes.
6/14/24
HouseofG On the Nature of Slavery — A Master’s Perspective
Slavery, in its truest sense — the ownership of one human being by another — predates recorded history. For over ten thousand years, it has existed alongside the growth of civilization, woven into the story of humankind itself. But there is a vital distinction to be made: the difference between non-consensual slavery and consensual slavery.
Non-consensual, involuntary slavery is a crime. It is illegal in every major nation and stands in direct opposition to the principles of human dignity. I condemn it without hesitation. Any person found to be engaged in such practice deserves the full force of the law. It is an affront not only to morality but to civilization itself.
And yet, there exists another path — one that is lawful, deliberate, and chosen: consensual slavery. This is no myth. It is as real as marriage, as binding in spirit as any oath freely sworn. In the eyes of the law, the word “slave” cannot appear in a legal contract — the 13th Amendment sees to that — but the principles of slavery can be honored, so long as the arrangement is entered into by informed, willing adults.
Consent is the keystone. The individual must be of sound mind, capable of understanding the depth of what they give, and willing to yield fully to the bond. In this way, rights may be waived, freedoms surrendered, not by force, but by choice. It is a reality the uninformed often deny, clinging to arguments born of ignorance or fear. They forget that people surrender rights every day — often without realizing it. The difference here is that it is done with eyes open.
While some may call a monogamous, affectionate, and mutually respectful arrangement “slavery,” I do not. Such relationships, no matter how intense the play or ritual, I regard as deep Dominance and submission — not true slavery. Slavery, to me, is a state of being where one’s will is no longer one’s own, where the identity of “property” is absolute, and where the Master’s word is the axis upon which the slave’s world turns.
The law will never recognize true ownership of a human being — but within the sanctity of consensual agreement, within the walls of trust, discipline, and surrender, one can live it in spirit and in truth.
Mistresscherrypie Let’s stir it up: if pegging the untimate submissive or just kinky play
Do you think it’s:• A way to explore masculinity in a new light?• A form of psychological and physical domination?• Just hot ass play and we’re all overthinking it?• Still too taboo for most men to admit they want?
For those who get pegged…What really goes through your mind when she straps in and tells you to present yourself?
For the the curious guys…What’s stopping you from trying it (or asking for it)?
Let’s hear it — the messy truths, the bold takes, the confessions, the horror stories.Is pegging overrated? Underrated? Or secretly the gateway drug to the best sex you’ve never had
GenXMs So about 13 years ago, I was in club pedestal in London, it was nearing the end of the night, is been my usual shy self and not spoken to anyone.
So then I saw this amazing looking woman, dressed in a green dress, with some beautiful flowers painted on one face cheek.
So what did I do?
That's right, I stood up, walked right across the dance floor and introduced myself to her.
Not long after we were meeting regularly and we embarked on a year long experiment in Domme, slave dynamic. We both learned many things.
Eventually it ended, we became the best of friends and still are today. She's now a professional Domme and is damn good at it too!
Why am I telling you this? Well there are new people out there, who don't know what to say to a dominant or how to act, it's easy, they're people just like you, tray them like a person, be yourself, unless you're a cunt!
Most submissives and dominants just want to be talked to like humans.
BTW I'm on fetlife if anyone wants to make friends? Same user name.
dancesonstarlight I don't like them innocent
I don't want no face fresh
Want them wearing leather
Begging, let me be your taste test
I like the sad eyes, bad guys
Mouth full of white lies
Kiss me in the corridor
But quick to tell me goodbye
You say that you're no good for me
'Cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve
And I swear I hate you when you leave
I like it anyway
My ghost
Where'd you go?
I can't find you in the body sleeping next to me
My ghost
Where'd you go?
What happened to the soul you used to be?
You're a Rolling Stone boy
Never sleep alone boy
Got a million numbers
And they're filling up your phone, boy
I'm off the deep end, sleeping
All night through the weekend
Saying that I love him but
I know I'm gonna leave him
You say that you're no good for me
'Cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve
And I swear I hate you when you leave
I like it anyway
My ghost
Where'd you go?
I can't find you in the body sleeping next to me
My ghost
Where'd you go?
What happened to the soul that you used to be
I'm searching for something that I can't reach
My ghost
Where'd you go?
I can't find you in the body sleeping next to me
My ghost
Where'd you go?
What happened to the soul that you used to be
Ghost by Halsey (it's a song)
Byrdie Public Service Announcement
For those who have a tendency to delete their own profiles multiple times in a few weeks just because they're getting contacts from people of a less desirable gender, age, role, or location there is the option to set Mail Controls so that messages from people of:
certain genders- either any, or who identify as certain kinky orientations
outside of specified age ranges
outside of your country of residence
part of a couple's profile
a situation where they have no profile available at the time of contact
... go into the Bulk folder, and thus you don't get a notification that they've contacted you. Depending on how hard-core you are about your filters, you can delete every message that appears in there unread.You can either follow the link I included above, or you can find the Mail Controls button at the top, right-hand corner after clicking on "Read Mail."Now, if you tend to dig into your Bulk Mail no matter what, um, good luck with that.
angeldmort Why language matters. Or, Darmok and Jalad.
angeldmort
57F Domme
I had a reminder this week, (not that this week is that unusual, but some cases are more extreme than others) at how important it is to have a common language in any interaction we have with others. Most of our lives, the average American at least walks around hearing English, speaking English, reading English, and assuming they understand what other people are saying. And vice versa - they assume they are understood. And yet, so much of our attempts to communicate end in misfires.
Often, it's because we don't really care enough about the interaction, and we glide along on autopilot, comfortable in the status quo quality of our interactions. We are usually getting enough of what we need out of it that we often don't even question it.
Often, if there's a problem, we make a scene to make it clear that no, that's NOT what we meant, or that isn't what was said to us, etc but unless we feel slighted, or it leads to the loss of something we DO value - a comment made here that loses us a promotion, or a question not answered loses someone's interest, or a tone of voice makes us concerned for a possible loss of status- unless it's serious, it's just anger and fuss and it's over. THEN, it may become a real issue, worth some thought, but by then, it's really too late. The miscommunication has happened, the thought process it started it under way, and a feeling has been had, etc.
Stick with me here.
At it's most basic level, language is how we express a thought.
It's pretty common to believe that most of the time, other people from a similar area have similar thoughts to our own about a general variety of things. We expect that they want the same basic things, because we are all human, and most of the people we deal with were raised similarly, and had similar experiences.
And that they will use the same words as we do to describe them.
That's where the screeching halt comes in.
"Most adult native test-takers range from 20,000–35,000 words."
That's a decent vocabulary.
It should mean that most of us that speak English will have plenty of words in common to have a discussion and be understood with enough clarity to make it through most common joint activities.
That said, most people don't tend to think too deeply about words themselves. Which means when you start to want more than just "enough to get by" conversation, things can get a bit complicated. And in cases where you need to negotiate something VERY specific, in depth, such as the fine details of kink or what our limits are... suddenly, your vocabulary will not only need to grow, but become very precise.
I'm not seeing that as often as I would expect from the letters I receive. In fact, the majority of people that write me seem frustrated by the need for words at all, and irritated by the requirement that we spend some time talking about anything that isn't a description of a sex act. Which baffles me... if you are wanting someone to tie you up, do ... THINGS ... to you, while you are helpless, etc, wouldn't you REALLY REALLY want to make sure that the things they want to DO are the same things you want DONE? Wouldn't you be DEEPLY interested in making sure they are the kind of person that honors your Safe Word, or who shares your definition of "honest," or who won't just walk off with your wallet and DVD player while you are tied down, or who won't turn out to be straight up batshit nuts?
I've had another rash of "own me" messages. Interspersed of course with the regular "total sub" offers.
The topic at hand isn't the "I'm a TOTAL sub!" who responds to "ok, go read this for me and tell me what you think" with "What? That's not what I want! I'm a SEXUAL submissive!"
Or even the "i want to be ur slave" that can't obey enough to respond to an email on time.
This topic is about the problem that causes that problem in the first place.
I received one this week from a very pretty dick pic with an empty profile that did read enough to call me Domina, but obviously nothing else, so I sent a link to the "First Impressions" thread, and followed with "Consider Your Target Audience." You can guess how it went. Before he got to "Bye, Bitchhhhhh!" he told me he wanted me to "own" him. And he referred to himself as "very kinky like to be watched ! Masterbaiting live turns me on"
(Yes, that's how he spelled it.)
Meh. No great loss.
Later, sissy under consideration asked if I was at all interested by Dick Pic Guy. Aside from the obvious stunted mentality of thinking his naked dick somehow mattered, he was a good tool to explain the problem of common language/vocabulary.
While being turned on by being watched is very common, and whatever floats your boat, etc that he described himself as very kinky based on that was a VERY clear indicator that we weren't even speaking the same language in regards to kink. Much like the majority of the people that write me, he had an interest in something, and had set out to pursue that, and as it wasn't mainstream, they thought it must mean they were REALLY out there crazy kinky. (Hell, ex-husband number two thought anal was the height of twisted and kinky.) Now, obviously, there was no actual interest in submission, or desire to actually be owned, so there was no point in even considering trying to have a conversation.
However, if there actually HAD been interest, if he had just been a newbie and without clue, there would have been this huge gap of vocabulary to fill in before we could have ever tried to talk about anyth
snowcatsub Please do not bother messaging me if you are a Sadist and can't respect my limits. Yes I have lots of limits but that just means I know what I do not like. Do not try to argue with me about them or say that I should consent to them. I will not, there is a story behind many of them so no I don't have to share my reasoning behind it. I do not care if you have trained married women before, that doesn't mean that every single married woman is going to consent to your so called training especially if you blow off their limits like its nothing.
What gets me though is telling me that flogging is all about sadism and pain, its really not and if you are a real Dom you would know that. There are many types of flogging impliments and many are not painful at all, I prefer thuddy impliments because they don't hurt yet will still get a reaction out of me. Just like you can't tell me that loosing feeling in part of your body while in bondage is just "part of the experience." No it is not, if you start to loose feeling that means something might be going wrong, I know this because a so called rope Dom told me it was "part of the experience" when I said my hands had gone numb, but a real rope Dom had told me that wasn't true so yes I know quite a few things don't bother trying to test me I will call you out on your bs.
jstmi i really feel badly over what transpired this past week. i have enjoyed many rewarding experiences in r/l and sometimes talking via this site can open up minds and really get minds thinking towards a r/l meeting.
there have been some special people i have met and they are exactly what i expected. i think i need to step back from this site. it hasn't happen in sometime, but i think someone has ghosted me, i guess they were not up to coffee or a meal. i do not play on my first meet. that is just dangerous.
so my mind closes again until someone is clever enough to open it.
this world is not bs to me, but maybe vanilla is the answer....
toxiclostheart
Unless you want to clean our house or pay our bills, we don't want you. (Note: this is called a joke)
Daddy is all i need or want and i don't share, nor does He.
i am on here to communicate with friends i've chatted with since collarme was a thing. i have no need or want to be bothered by the so called "doms" that throw temper tantrums when i point out i am happily taken. Just a clue, it's none of your concern why i am on here. i don't message or bother you, so don't bother me. If you are not my Daddy you mean nothing and i owe you nothing.
skinprof I am finally in WV!
It was a hectic past three months.
I don't know what I would have done without my wonderful Dom, Tony!
It has taken four days to recover from the stress of moving.
With the weekend packing, loading, renting a huge cargo van, driving 6/7 hours, unloading and driving back for four weeks straight. All while working and saying goodbyes. Add to this, two parents having their separate issues, and projecting them...it's over!
I'm in a cabin with my pets.
Tony and I are working on adjusting.
He trying to find a remote position, so he can come this way.
Me trying to adjust to an area I have never been , and know not a soul here.
Setting up utilities, , registering, making sure mail gets to me, and all the things that go with a huge move.
I'm still unpacking, and then I have to get the cottage ready to lease.
That will be a bit weird for me, I reeeeally like my privacy.
But I need to set up passive income.
Lots to do, I miss you Tony💙💙
M.
LondonTriangle This is not a kink message but a human, normal message.
Majority of us who put work first and mental health last, I appreciate now being told off and told you need to look after yourself or your can't look after others.
I can literally feel the headache like someone is poking their fingers into my brain for fun.
It is raining in London and I am taking a couple of days off but the rain is doing me some good, telling me slow down, rest, grill some sausages, pour some wine, enjoy your plants that are thriving, read a book and slow down.
Forget wear and tear or getting older (in my 30s so not that bothered) but I can feel the life effort reaching overload.
I love helping others but might be time to consider a sabbatical.
Pegstresss Wow
For the first time in a while, I received an email that made me smile. This is what I'm talking bout! The grammar and punctuation were off, but that's ok. The words were honest, sincere, and authentic. Yes, it was poorly crafted, but it was the best thing I read all day!
PEGSTRESS IS PLEASED!
MistahZ Hello Friends, Thank you for reading my post.
A bit about me, I'm 30 years old, a hairy man, and I'm a sucker for snuggles and pampering (my partner).
I am an ENFJ and I LOVE to talk about anything and everything, the quirk is, I don't know how to get the conversation going sometimes. I'm painfully honest, and will never sugarcoat my thoughts and opinions, ask a question you will receive an honest answer.
When my partner enters my life, whoever she may be, Will become the center of my world, and she will be treated as such. I adore babying and intimacy and get more satisfaction from being together than most.
I work 5 days a week as a Sales Associate, for a cell phone company. When I do get my off days, They are spent with whomever I am with 95% of the time, there is going to be the odd occasion where I need to do some things solo since My work requires confidentiality.
I am loyal to my core and Monogamous through and through. When I commit I jump in with both feet and will do everything I can to foster a loving and healthy relationship. I'm willing to relocate to my partner or help her relocate to me if she so chooses, but that would be no earlier than 6 months together. If you can tolerate my quirks and oddities for that long, you're well on your way to being wife material.
What I am Looking for:Someone willing to commit wholly to me as I would to her.Loyalty and honesty. Integrity and trust, I will bare no secrets from my partner and I would hope she would do the same with me.Willing to relocate is a bonus but not required, I'm okay with an extended long-distance relationship, safety is key after all.Age and Body type are not an issue with me, Kids or not, both are okay with me.I'm looking for a soul mate, and a best friend, someone who will go through this journey of life together.
Useful Info about me: I'm Willing to talk about anything and everything, pick something and we will discuss it in detail. Enneagram 6. I like good morning texts and good night texts, I love being in contact with each other even if it's something simple, and I love knowing what is going on in my person's life no matter how silly or irrelevant it may seem. I love knowing my partner's secrets and kinks, and I crave communication, if you're curious about something or want to try something, let's do it!
For those that find this info useful:My primary love language is Touch, Secondary is Quality time.
I'm an open book and if you're curious about anything about me, I will tell you. Just be brave and ask! I won't bite unless you ask nicely, Most of my kinks and turn-ons can be found on my profile, so explore away.
MistressWhipplash I am having a fun break until 2th January then back to manuscript editing.
4th January I reintroduce keto and steps, later back to yoga. I can't wait to get supple and increase my stamina again. February I will back weight training, I have all sorts of free weight dumbells in my home so I can concentrate on reps before form to rebuild what went last year.
No suitable driving submissives, as all that applied were newbie bottoms, when it's two years experience in BDSM, FLR and driving/having a car I want. I miss the web site Servants4U for that site had plenty of respectful gentleman submissive guys with at least five years experience. But many left the community once covid hit and haven't returned. What a pity.
Today I am off to the nail salon so new pics of my nails will likely be on Fetlife.com for those who enjoy a Lady with carefully manicured nails. What a New Year 2024 is in store! Make it a fun one now!!
HouseofG Journal Entry: Why Some Women Choose Slavery
I have often reflected on why some women willingly choose to live as slaves in a Master/slave household. To outsiders, it may appear confusing—why would anyone want to surrender control of their own life? But when viewed through the lens of trust, devotion, and purpose, the answers reveal themselves clearly.
For many women, there is a deep longing to be free from the constant burden of decision-making and responsibility that the modern world demands. In slavery, there is clarity. A slave’s role is defined, her place is secure, and her purpose is to serve. This surrender of control is not weakness—it is a relief. In letting go, she discovers freedom from doubt and hesitation, and in service, she finds strength and fulfillment.
There is also the matter of intimacy. When a woman gives herself fully, she allows herself to be seen in her most vulnerable and honest state. No masks. No pretenses. In that surrender, bonds are formed that are deeper than most will ever know. To be owned is to be cherished, and for many women, the knowledge that their Master claims them as His gives them a sense of belonging they have always sought.
Growth comes, too, from the challenges of slavery. The training, the discipline, the demands of service—all of these shape her into something stronger. She learns to endure, to obey, to strive for excellence. In pleasing her Master, she also proves something to herself: that she is capable of devotion, of transformation, of becoming more than she thought she could be.
And perhaps the greatest reward is devotion itself. To give one’s life, heart, and soul to another, without reservation, brings a sense of completeness. Some women long to dedicate themselves fully, and in slavery they find the purest expression of loyalty and love. Their submission is not a loss—it is the path that brings them peace.
This is why some women choose slavery in a consensual M/s environment. Not because they are weak, but because they are strong enough to surrender. Not because they lack value, but because they find value in being claimed, used, and cherished. And in that, they are fulfilled.
TransGamer Things I want to get during 2024
Succubus Womb Tattoo
Nipples Pierced
Ears Pierced
even a single win in a local yugioh tournament
MrWryly Socrates wrote, “The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.”
Another way to look at it is that anyone who thinks they have achieved great wisdom clearly hasn't attained the wisdom to realize how little they still know, and are likely unworthy of the title wise.
I love that idea. I think it's capable extending beautifully for the scene.
If I ever tell someone they should trust me, rather that show someone who I am and hopefully inspire trust through my every action, I am probably undeserving of trust.
If I ever tell someone they should respect me, rather that show someone who I am and hopefully inspire respect through my every action, I am probably undeserving of respect.
If I ever claim to be a Master, having mastered myself, my ideas, my tools, it is likely I am simply displaying my deep unawareness of the more than a lifetime's worth to master.
Of course, they executed Socrates for what he said about wisdom. So, to all those Masters, who demand trust and respect, who have little cliques who award each other leather. I'm sure you totally deserve all you demand. Hopefully that didn't sound too sarcastic. The British accent makes everything sound that way!
LadyDiRainicorn Still looking for the sub husband. He:
is 30-50 yo
have no kids of any age
is not a bore
is in good shape
knows how to make money and at the same time does not flaunt his wealth
is not sissy
We still can discuss your age. Don't be shy and DM me.
MrWereWolf108
I’m not a perfect Dom/Sadist/Master or play partner as you read in your fantasy eroticas, but I’m confident I can give and receive the best experience based on mutual effort.
If you expect constant pleasing with nothing in return, count me out.
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With 6-7 years on Fetlife and over 10 years of kink knowledge, I’ve had positive real-life experiences. If you're more experienced, I’m open to learning. Also, I’m here for real-life connections, not endless text games.
The 6 feet + man who believes more in exploring as much aspaspects of the kink world . Gentle to high pain, respectful and caring to degrading, dominating & enslaving woman. I love it all.
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MadameTessaH Too many people say they want an FLR when what they really mean is, “I have a fantasy I want you to perform for me.”
A Female-Led Relationship is not a shortcut to kink. It is not instant authority, automatic discipline, or a woman becoming your personal manager because the idea excites you.
This week’s blog post breaks down the common mistakes people make when asking for an FLR — from leading with fantasy, ignoring her needs, rushing authority, confusing service with performance, and expecting rules without accountability.
If you want a woman to lead, begin with respect. Then prove you can listen.
Read the full post: https://www.tlduncan.com/post/common-mistakes-people-make-when-asking-for-an-flr SaltLifeFemDom Some vanilla history:
I had given up on dating in the lifestyle after the end of a 7-year D/s relationship back in 2022. In 2023, I met My ex bf on a vanilla dating app and he said that he initially thought I was a catfish. He had been messaging with Me "casually" for a few weeks and when it started to feel like it just wasn't going anywhere, I attempted to end communication. Apparently, that piqued his interest and he planned an actual date. When I stepped out of My car, it took him a few minutes to compose himself. He seriously was expecting someone else I guess and didn't know what to do when it wasn't. I was thoroughly entertained by the whole thing and honestly couldn't stop laughing at the situation. I gave him a one arm hug and he was shaking! It was adorable. And of course, over the 18 months or so that we dated, I loved telling his friends that story and how he almost blew it being so nonchalant in the beginning.
Blkitchincharge It was a rough day for this new slave in training
He was very willing and eager to please
We started out with his oral servitude which happened to be very subpar
I knew it would be because he had bragged about what an expert he was at using his tongue
I had to get him to understand that a slave never brags about what he can do because that is not his place
If I choose to acknowledge your talente in an area, I will issue that compliment and you may wear it as a badge of honor
The ultimate goal is for you to make me squirt and then drink and lick up every drop
Are you going to be worthy pet for me??!!
yourgirljoy
ABOUT ME:
I'm quirky, blunt, fun, wild, and just a little shattered. My days are sometimes too dark, sometimes too bright, and my nights are sometimes way too long. I am often strangled by my own insecurities as much as I am my over confidence. I require attention, long for passion and wish to be desired, to be lusted after, to be romanced darkly. I use music to speak when words fail me. but words are as important to the writer in me as the air I breathe. I am manic, overly optimistic and a dreamer who finds one beautiful thing about every day, no matter how bad it seemed. And even with all my flaws, even though I am difficult at times, I am worth every second.
Sydisa This is my comment on a post by another Domme. I quote statements in her post and then comment. It has a lot to do with my previous journal post on Finding a Domme.
Your points -
"Let’s be clear—finding a Domme for a genuine FLR, a 24/7 dynamic, isn’t just hard; it’s incredibly rare. You’re not after a casual fling. You’re seeking a deep, powerful connection that most people can only dream about."
"You can keep chasing a fantasy, or you can face reality. The Domme you seek is out there, but finding Her demands effort, investment, and a willingness to reconsider what you’re willing to give." Investment does not have to be money. Think of everything else you have to give, invest time, emotion, etc, in her. Payment might be in triplicate in ways you cannot imagine.
"A relationship with a Domme is no different. It requires investment—your time, energy, and resources. If you want to serve a powerful woman, be prepared to give." - Giving as in sweat equity. Be willing to do the work, and put your whole self into what you want at your core. I can't speak for all, but I would bet that in a loving relationship, she will pour sweat equity into you. It will look different from the D side, but you will feel it.
The comments in the original post and discussions are interesting. They highlight differences in understanding what a lifestyle relationship looks like, interpretations, expectations, and desires.
A lot of communication needs to happen for a lifestyle relationship built to last.
MissDAR For those that simply ask " How are you ? " . you don't have to ask . I'll tell you here before you ask. I'm doing ok. If you simply write and just say Hi. Then I'm here saying Hi back.
Why is that ? So I don't feel the need to small chat with someone. That is not my purpose of being on this site. I AM NOT lonely and looking for a chat buddy. Honestly I am not. Now if your deeply into alternative medicine , an advid gardner, a highly spiritual being then I might be intested in " chatting " with you.
But my guess is 99.99 % of people that read this is not into those things.
That being said I am looking for someone no matter what your age/looks/ education or lack of, is . That doesn't not matter to me in the least. What matters is are you someone I would consider in owning in real time ? If you think you are then write and let me know... in DETAIL. It is an extreme blessing that I don't waste my time on time wasters.
Eslavegirl Depression wears funky shoes...does not matter what they look like, anymore, they all hurt and bring tears to my eyes.
Food fills a void. And then my reflection hurts as well. Days pass. Alone most of the time with little that asks to be done.
Care becomes a bird with no feathers that cannot fly. Hope is my shoe sole with lots of holes. Nothing matters. Nothing changes. Especially me...days come and go and will, till i die, my next horizon, the grave, how exciting. Sun rises and sets as if change cannot happen. Tick tock...tick tock...
Am i waiting for Godot? Should i pin my eyelids open or no, maybe closed. Maybe not seeing what is before would help.
And...maybe not...ah well...time heals all or, if nothing else, takes what we want and leaves us to make a legacy. i have only words to hold what has been and could never be. Something happened and joy left me.
DaddyOwnerinKs3 Well let some thing here about me to help explain who i am what am and things i like to do on both sides of the fence. Let start with that i am 53 years old living in Kannsas . I enjoy movies of most genres from scifi to fantasy action and more i have over 300 dvds i like scifi tv shows cartoons anime. i like to read and cuddle i like to build lego starwars and others i like to play computer and videogames i like baking . i do have some medical issues but dont we all if that upsets you then move along i am not here for your hate messages or you trying to tell me i shouldnt be on here looking as you are not my keeper and have no right to tell me what to do or where i can be. ( sorry about that rant but needed to be put out there)
what i am is real simple i am a gentle kind person i can be supportive and fair but i can be controlling and strict as well . i am someone who believes in a person being honest and keeping their word and promises i dislike those that break then and lie about things
MissLoriinFL My story......Back in 2007 I filed for divorce divorce after 20 years of marriage. I got very tired of his narcissistic behaviors. There was one time that I should have called the police on him and I didn't and that's when my ex attempted to choke my oldest child, because she said something under her breath and he heard it. It was Israel also in 2007 that I was introduced to this lifestyle, by a doctor friend of mine. He was the one to train me so to speak and introduce me to it. I am very thankful for him. in 2009, my divorce was finalized, the day before my 52nd birthday. I have had many subs and slaves over the years. Mostly part time. People have asked me why don't I have one now and that is because when I moved to Florida from Connecticut I released my sub/slave. It's very difficult to find one that is not a "do me" type. I am looking for a very specific type. I am looking for one that will be able to mix vanilla and Ds. I'm also looking for a long term relationship. I'm not looking for a live in, at this time. Please be sure to read the rest of my journal entrie.
sharpestcookie Male wives, sissification, forced bi, and forced fem
(from Fet)
This is a long overdue update to a previous post. It felt kind of vague when I first wrote it 6 years ago, but with new insight, I'm going to attempt a bit of clarification.
Why am I looking for a male wife?
I only experience initial primary sexual attraction to a very narrow subset of people (thanks, demisexuality). It shortens the extremely lengthy process of friendship and emotional compatibility leading to sexual attraction.
To me, a male wife is more of a genderfluid, androgynous, or crossdressing AMAB who doesn't rigidly adhere to stereotypical gender roles in real life. Some buzzwords may include metrosexual or femboy. He finds enjoyment and comfort in incorporating stereotypically feminine roles, attitudes, and attire, just as I do on the masculine side of things. He craves the freedom that comes with true gender equality on all fronts. I think I have more in common with heteroflexible, bi, or pan guys (I, too, like men), but I'm definitely not turning away straight guys with a healthy mindset lol
Anyway, he's generally also more confident in himself and open-minded in regards to exploring gender identity and sexuality in kink as well. If not, he's actively working on eliminating misogyny, misandry, or elements of toxic masculinity that may be causing him to struggle in his life. There's no sissification, forced feminization, or forced bisexuality. If this is you, contact me :)
Why is sissification a hard no for me?
Unfortunately, there's an element of misogyny and mockery of women related to sissification. Before you say "not all sissies", please keep in mind that your counterparts are badly misrepresenting you. Personally, sissification gives me old-school minstrel vibes. A select few minstrels put on blackface and made a point to use it positively to honor and represent black people in a way that most white audiences had never experienced. Unfortunately, it was overwhelmingly used by white men to mock with offensive caricatures and harmful stereotypes for the pleasure of themselves and their audience.
Think hard about why sissification is so prevalent in a subset of domination that's supposed to be woman-positive. It concerns me because your extremely loud counterparts seek a dominant woman, yet appear to believe that being a woman is somehow inferior. Are they honoring women by honestly representing us, or are they using it as a way to mock us with caricatures of ourselves and harmful stereotypes? Are they using that internalized misogyny to fuel their humiliation kink and to entertain their audience so they can all get off to it?
(and before you come after me, I'm both black and a woman - so yes, I can make these comparisons and they are definitely fair)
When I see so many people who identify as sissies looking like they just stumbled home after drinking heavily and puking in the bushes at a frat party, it's disheartening. The makeup is clownish and smeared, the outfit is hideous, the wig is terrible and crooked...it's just a mess, and it truly hurts to see ourselves represented this way. It's humiliating to us and to them, and I understand that humiliation may be their kink, but their future dominant may not want to see someone dressed as a caricature of themselves. This is likely why sissification doesn't sit well with the majority of lifestyle dominants, and they may not be able to explain it past a basic "ew, no thanks."
Why are forced feminization and forced bisexuality a hard no for me?
There's misandry and aspects of toxic masculinity related to forced feminization and forced bisexuality. There's rarely any true "force" involved. Instead, there's a great deal of transferring emotional responsibility to the dominant to avoid feeling guilt for enjoying something they feel societal pressure to dislike because it's not considered "manly."
I am completely uninterested in incels, alphas, or whatever ultra-toxic pick-up artist crap is going on out there.
2017 version of this post, titled "Comparison: Male Wife vs. Male Partner in FLR"
To me, a male wife is more of a genderfluid or androgynous man who doesn't adhere to masculine stereotypes and has no issue with it. There's no need to feminize him as he's already naturally more feminine in mindset and/or body than society prefers. When in womenswear, he prefers looking as natural as possible and eschews excessively frilly "sissy" wear. He doesn't call himself a sissy, either, as the term has a negative connotation for me of "femininity deserves humiliation and mockery." He's generally also more confident in himself and open-minded in regards to exploring gender identity and sexuality in kink. In summary, if I tell this man he looks beautiful in a dress, he'd accept it as the compliment I intended. If this is you, send me a message.
On the other hand, a male partner is more stereotypically masculine and more reticent to explore gender identity and sexuality in kink without being "forced" to, e.g. forced bi, forced feminization, forced sissification. There's a great deal of transferring responsibility to the dominant to avoid feeling guilt for enjoying something they feel societal pressure to dislike because it's not considered "manly." It concerns me because they want a dominant woman, yet they believe being womanly is somehow inferior. In summary, if I tell this man he looks beautiful in a dress, he takes it as an insult or believes that I'm trying to humiliate him - which will either turn him on or repulse him. I'm not interested in this guy.
ctandy86 Five hour drive for a throat fuck, part 1.
In the not too distant past I had an encounter with a young woman that was quite enjoyable on my part. After talking for a couple weeks she decided to come down and visit me for a day. She drove five hours down to where I was to come and see me.
Five hours one way with only the promise of meeting up to get some ice cream. It ended up being a bit more than that, but still, a five hour drive one way. So after the five hour drive we met at a dairy queen not far from where my house is. She was very shy, but she built up the courage to at least get a little ice cream.
We ordered and had some light conversation waiting for our ice cream to be made. Once we got it we went back to my car and sat and talked while enjoying the sweet treat. After we had finished and talked for a while longer, I asked if she would like to come back to the house with me. She agreed and went back to her car to follow me.
We got back to the house and went inside. Spent a little bit of time introducing her to the dog and letting her get a little more comfortable. After a while we migrated to the couch at turned on some unimportant TV show and continued to talk.
I asked her how she was feeling and what she was thinking and her response was simply "I'm shy".
I asked if she would be more comfortable texting me her thoughts instead of saying them and she nodded yes. So she turned to her phone and typed away. We had discussed at length the different things that we both enjoyed sexually over the last couple weeks. One of the things that she particularly enjoyed but was shy and bashful about was being throat fucked, used very hard, given little if any chance to breathe or recover, and having a man have his way with her for his pleasure.
My phone vibrated after she finished typing away. In short, her message said that she was shy and nervous but she really wanted to please me and just needed me to tell her what to do and she would do it. I asked her verbally if she was sure and she nodded yes.
"Good, very good." I say to her as she sits on the opposite end of the couch with her gaze averted down and away from me.
I move over to her, grab her gently by the chin and lift her face towards me. "Look at me." I say and she responds immediately.
I tell her "You're going to be my good little slut now and do what I want, but I know how shy you can be and I don't want you pushing yourself further than you can handle. So at any point if things get too intense for you, you are simply going to say Time Out. Do you understand?"
She nods her head yes again and I say, "No, for this you have to say it. I need you to tell me verbally that you understand and that this is what you want. Do you understand? Is this what you want?"
She turns her eyes downward again and says "Yes Sir, to both." With that I step back away from her and sit back down on the couch. "On your knees in front of me." I command and she moves immediately.
Oh we are going to have some fun tonight. I think to myself. Yes we are going to have some fun. To be continued.......
Exoticpie2024
Could you go back to vanilla dating?'Ive decided that I cannot willingly be in a vanilla relationship ever again. There is gonna be some kink, poly, and/or freakiness in My life from now on. I cannot tell you HOW MANY people that I have met that are miserable in their vanilla relationships and sneak out for kink. I have played the kinky therapist for those that are devastated with the thought that they have kinky desires and its "just WRONG." I end up patting them on the shoulders and then paddling their asses every time. Ive seen someone monthly for 5 years that is just now coming to grips with the fact that he likes to be spanked. Wouldnt DARE bring it up at home, but he has to have an outlet somehow.I get it that some people discover their kink AFTER already being in a vanilla relationship, but WHY would someone enter back into a vanilla relationship after knowing what their desires are and try to suppress them? A dear friend mentioned how his inner "naughty girl" sat dormant while life passed him by until he decided to be true to himself. And true he is! yes, it was a gamble getting up the nerve to tell his wife of many years, but in the end... she stayed and they live happily ever after. Im quite certain that 75% of the time it doesnt end that way.Now that I have grown in My kinklife and reaffirmed My dominance, I know a bit more about what I want and expect in a partner, kinklife, and SEXlife and I am not afraid to stand up for what I want and need. Now I have met a decent vanilla guy or three that has captured My interest- or that falls head over heels in love with Me- (yes, that happens to me!) and I am always upfront about My lifestyle and desires and the deal breakers. Some of My 'nilla friends say that I tell them to run them off, but realistically, I am just being honest with Myself and saving them from trying to tell Me that 'its just a phase' and making attempts at changing Me.I've been on a dating site or two and found myself on dates asking "what am i doing having dinner with this biblethumpin' overly righteous, straightlaced man?" and quickly following that thought up with asking him how he feels about doing house work naked and being hogtied and gagged on occasion. (hmm..
SkyFullOfStars Doms always ask me about my libido, which, honestly, has hardly changed in decades. I've always been quick to arouse, easy to orgasm, always wet, outright sensual, and very sex positive.
No, I'm not bragging, and I certainly realize I am one *very* lucky girl to be like this sexually, with nary a bump in my sexual lifetime roadmap. I'm so thankful for that!
But the rub is, no pun intended, that I have to have a connection with my lover. The longing honest erotic sexy loving trustworthy dominant to his cherished sub dynamic type of connection. I don't perform, I can't get it up (so to speak) without engagement, I belong, I attach, I become, I subsume with my guy with everything that makes us sexual beings, and of course that includes emotional, mental, and physical.
Once I feel that connection, and know from my head to toes that it is both strong and reverential, my sexuality becomes like a well tended plant, soon to flower, over and over, again and again, each time beautiful and unique.
Oh, yeah, and hot af too!
MistressNikkiVixen Today, I’m open to something a bit more direct.
A few of you may have the opportunity to speak with me on the phone.
Understand this clearly, this is not casual conversation, and it’s not open access.
If you approach, you do so with intention.
The rules:
You request—never assume.You ask for the opportunity. You don’t demand it, hint at it, or try to casually slide into it.
You introduce yourself properly.Name, location, and what you’re seeking clearly and without filler.
You respect my time.Be available, be prepared, and be concise. I’m not here for rambling or nervous energy.
You maintain composure.No over-talking. No interrupting. You listen as much as you speak.
You understand this is a privilege, not a right.Not everyone will be chosen. Most won’t.
This is about presence.
How you approach me before the call tells me everything I need to know about how you’ll carry yourself during it.
Choose your words carefully.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
MistressNikkiVixen I’ve been looking at what fills my messages lately—and I have questions.
Too many hollow approaches. No restraint. No awareness. No sense of tone.
Just presence without purpose.
And I don’t believe that happens in isolation.
So I’ll ask it directly—
What are you cultivating?
Because the men arriving in my space reflect the environments they’ve been allowed to exist in. If they lack restraint, if they lack discipline, if they don’t understand how to approach with intention… that didn’t come from nowhere.
That was permitted. Reinforced. Played with.
And I’m not interested in inheriting the result of that.
There’s a difference between engaging and indulging.
If you that line long enough, you create men who don’t know how to regulate themselves. Who think access is casual. Who mistake attention for acceptance.
And then they arrive… unrefined.
I find that disappointing.
Because the standard, for me, has always been clear.
The men—and women—who serve me operate at a different level. There is restraint. There is awareness. There is composure.
I don’t lower myself to meet chaos.
And I don’t invest in weakness.
So this is a challenge as much as it is a statement—
Be honest about what you’re building. Be intentional about what you encourage.
Because what you allow will always show up somewhere.
And right now… it’s showing up in my messages.
— Mistress Nikki Vixen
BDSMtoygirl77 In lieu of the entry directly below, spent the first 2 weeks of February this year, in a Hospital bed dying from kidney failure. Thankfully the doctors caught it before it was beyond complete failure and before the need to discuss transplants became a topic. The issue basically meant my kidneys weren't cleaning my blood properly and my blood was effectively flytipping excess body proteins the kidney didn't transfer to the Bladder and Intestines, into the rest of my body, this was clogging up arteries, clinging onto muscles and organs slowly crippling my bodies ability to function.
I went into hospital weighing in at 23 stone, and came out at just under 17 stone. Hell of a weight loss regimine, but I don't recommend it, its a potential killer (pun intended)
I am now mostly free to pursue what I would like from this lifestyle, however I am still on the mend in some capacity and cannot perform every task I once used to enjoy to the full capacity and this will reflect on what I will agree to submit to.
This problem is mostly physcial stuff like housecleaning, but also things like going out dressed in heels, as I get very dizzy sometimes with headaches when I stand for long periods, This is mostly a blood pressure issue, which I am in discuession with my doctor at solving, but in the meantime I need understanding from would be Dominant's I agree to meet, that these sort of things are not high on my list.
I am still seeking a Dominant Male or the Elusive Dominant All Male couple, whethr they're married, friends or whatever isn't important. I see myself mostly as a sex slave who wishes to be put into bondage and used eventually with rough face fuckings and rear end action. I can submit to some pain play but nothing excessive, as a diabetic I just don't heal wounds such as welts and lesions on the skin, they take months to recover from and I am just not that kind of pain slut. If you cannot restrict your sadistic needs to sore skin or keeping your slave in uncomfortable bondage situations or furniture, I am unlikely to be what you seek. Any initial sex dates need to be safe anal sex, we can discuss things like bareback if we become a full time relationship, as I see bareback being between 2 people or more, who are only fucking each other, and theres trust in place that they're not sleeping around with anything with a pulse.
Ideally I seek a Master or more with a decent sized cock, I am sorry but if you are under 7 inches, you are just not big enough to arouse my sexual interest and you'll be wasting your time.
If you're UK based and you are ok with my medical issues, at least willing to discuss their impact and accept my limitations on what I can and cannot do, lets chat and see if there is a spark.
MsNude It's a Tuesday evening in the middle of Dark Mofo, Hobart's art festival of sex and death.
I'm at an impossibly hip bistro for dinner. It's tiny and beautiful and the service is faultless, though the food is not as good as they think it is. The table barely fits me and my toy, wedged between a coat rack and the bar.
The waitress is young and curly-haired with a septum ring and Blundstones. Her forearms are covered in fine golden hair a shade lighter than her skin. I wonder if her armpit hair is the same beautiful shade, and suddenly I see it in damp ringlets, see her on her back, arms stretched above her head, naked, lying next to me...
"Can I get you a drink to start?"
My toy is not permitted to speak.
"I'll have a Camapari and soda, and have you got a rosé or an interesting white for him?" I nod my head in my toy's direction.
"You know I have something very interesting open tonight that might fit the bill" she says, reaching for a bottle on the bar behind my toy.
"Let me give you a taste of this. It is an orange wine from WA." She pours a generous mouthful into the glass in front of my toy. I wave away her offer to pour a taste into my glass, and pick up the glass in front of my toy.
The wine is a deep, sunset orange.
"What an extraordinary colour." I swirl the wine in the glass and bring it to my nose to smell.
The waitress begins to explain the maceration process used by the wine maker. I lift the glass to my lips and tip the generous tasting pour into my mouth, my eyes on her. She explains how the winemaker uses Gewurtztraminer and Shiraz grapes separately fermented on skins, and then mixed. I nod, suck air through my teeth to aerate the wine and swish it around my mouth.
I drop my eyes to My toy. His head is bowed, enough to show defence but not enough to draw attention. He's watching me, alert, intent.
I spit the wine back into the glass neatly and place it on the table. My toy flinches as if he's been pinched, then his cheeks flush the same colour as the wine. The waitress is silent, I feel her eyes on me. The wine swirls, cloudy, bubbly with salivary protein. I exhale with satisfaction and look up at her.
"That is delicious, excellent suggestion. He'll love it." I slide the glass towards to her. She hesitates for a moment, then pours a full pour into the glass. She looks at my toy and smiles, then turns her head to me.
KYGuyLooking23 Online Submission:
What does it mean to me? As a submissive who is seeking it?
The submissive has to be open. As a submissive I have to be prepared to share lots of personal details about myself and my life. More than likely I'll have to confront some old demons. I would expect a Domme/Dom to want to pry into my past. Learn about past relationships and why they failed or why drove me to be the way I am. Nothing should be off limits.
I should be expected to write. From writing erotica to keeping a journal. It would keep me focused on the situation I am in.
Physically..
I should embrace that tradional "sex" is over for me. I am choosing a "pussy-free" lifestyle for the chance to be mentally warped by a Domme/Dom. I should be encouraged to fail in vanilla relationships for the betterment of the virtual one. My mind should be washed to the point that I "KNOW" every Woman around me is superior than me and that I am a cuckold to the female world in general.
My manhood should be caged. Not even in a real chasitiy sense..but just in the fact that I am dedicated to the task at hand and sex is...over...
I will work out. I will have my diet controlled and altered. I will be monitored at all times. My alpha life will take a backseat to beta slavery.
WHAT DOES A GOOD ONLINE DOMME/DOM LOOK LIKE?
You MUST be educated. You have to know the "ins and outs" of how to train and use a sub virtually.
Honestly it doesn't matter if You are Mistress or Master if Your mind is right and your heart is dark.
You have to know Your way around the terms and words of the lifestyle. You have to get off on the MINDGAMES of this world.
Can You paint a picture with Your thoughts and words to suck me deeper into subspace?
You have to make me feel worthless...but at the same time as if You are molding me FOR worth.
Look up how Mistress T, Natasha's Bedroom, Princess Miki, Princess Fierce, or Princess Kaeline handles their subjaspects. If you have traints of that..then we are a perfect match!
i hope this helps and I am excited to have the chance to interview for YoU!
Draconus35 Many people love the fantasy of Dominance. The commanding presence and the control. The title of Master just drips with power and for many, the image it conjures is one of unquestioned authority, luxury and being served hand and foot. Maybe for some it is, I know I definitely have that life most days. But here’s the truth most don’t talk about, being a Master isn’t just about being the king of the house, it’s about being the rock. The standard. The one who leads with clarity, compassion and an unshakable sense of duty. It is the responsibility of a Master to do the best for those in your charge. This is your cautionary tale, because once you accept the role of Master, you don’t just gain power, you take on the weight of someone else’s trust. Their safety. Their submission. And if you can’t honor that, you have no business calling yourself Master at all.
yourgirljoy I've been asked a lot about being poly and I thought I'd make a note here about it.
I am polyamorous. I believe in multiple loves, multiple relationships, communication, trust and respect for everyone involved. I currently have my own submissive whom I've been with for 7 years and a vanilla boyfriend I've been with for two. They both live with me. They date seperately and neither of them expects to be included in my exploits (IE we DON'T DO threesomes)
We practice a "kitchen table" type polyamory where we have this cozy, happy little household where everyone gets along with everyone else. We often invite our partners and dates over for little wrestling parties (we're all huge WWE and AEW fans) and Cards Against Humanity.
I love being poly. I have so much to give.
If you have any questions and would like me answer them here in my journal please feel free to write me.
your girl joy
TotalOwnerforslave Dinning Out with slave
I expect My slave was excited. At least I was hoping it would generate expectations in its little brain. it had not been fed solid food in the last ten days. it was being treated to My lose weight regime. Yes, it had lost a little, but, far from the goal I had determined for it.
Outside its cage I had enjoyed leaving pizza fresh from the oven in order that it might enjoy its denial. Actually, I doubt it was ‘enjoying’ smelling the pizza while slowly starving. What it enjoys is not an issue of My particular concern. Needless to say, I enjoyed its discomfort. In its journal it was recording dreams of gorging itself on delicious pizza. So, I offered a torture by way of tantalus for My pleasure.
In any case I watched its face closely as I announced it would be accompanying Me out to dinner. it had just finished its required ten miles on the tread mill and was sweating profusely. I let it catch its breath and cool down to the point of an onset of chill. I took a bight of a large corn-beef sandwich while its eyes devoured the sight of My pleasure. I slowly chewed the sandwich while My slave involuntarily chewed nothing but saliva.
When it seemed to be at the point of crying with the frustration of dental and hunger, I swallowed to clear My mouth and, negligently dropping the half eaten sandwich on the floor, I began to speak.
“Slave, tonight it will accompany Me to dinner out. I will allow it to wear ladies panties, the tight little boy shorts and a T-shirt. it will play chauffeur to the restaurant. it will sit on its hands and not speak without a nod of approval from Me. Before I go out to eat, I will beat it in order that it might keep its servile position in life firmly in its mind. I grant it the opportunity ask a question now about tonight’s adventure. Remember, any answer including punishment for any impertinence I perceive must elicit profound gratitude from it. Ask now, slave.”
Poor thing, it could not resist the crying need it felt for, at a minimum, the prospect of receiving food. “Master will it be fed tonight?” To which I responded with a series of face slaps. At each it did as it had been trained and forced its face up to face slapping position with its eyes firmly fixed on mine. No matter how hard I struck its impertinent cheeks it thanked Me profusely for a number of things. The ‘things’ included that it was receiving attention from a Better, it had the opportunity to serve, that it was learning etc.
Later that day, still wondering if it would be fed, the slave although in advanced years of age was dressed much like a little boy included Buster Brown shoes was kneeling by the front door waiting to drive Me to My repast.
As I approached the door ready to leave My residence, I thought I heard My slave properties stomach growl its protest at the lack of something to digest. Darn if I thought I heard the same little growl as I passed it through the door it held open to the interior of My car. I gave it the destination from My comfortable seat. I suspect the slave was pleased to be driving rather than locked in the trunk of the car as it usually was.
It did a competent job of driving, holding the door for me at the entrance of the restaurant and then parking the car. I enjoyed the sight of it running back to me to open the door of the eating establishment. When I announced My name we were conducted to a both. My slave used a handkerchief it carried for just such occasions to wipe down the seat I was about to occupy. As I sat, it waited at the ready should I require anything else in the moment.
When I was comfortable, I took a moment to survey the table. The linen tablecloth was spotless and was not overly starched. The flatware was sterling, the plates were all porcelain and the glass all crystal. It pleased Me to see such an elegant setting before me. All the while My slave property maintained a standing posture ramrod straight with eyes focused on My face waiting for instructions.
I casually looked at My adoring chattel and nodded slightly. At this indication from Me it took its seat on its hands.
The reader may skip the following digression. Sitting on one’s hands sounds simple enough. However, hand sitting is far from comfortable. The reader might like to try a little experiment and spend some time sitting on hands for a while. The longe one sits in that fashion the less comfort afforded. Further, there is the question of palms up or down. Up or down question in My realm depends on the surface the ass is to rest on. A hard surface with palms up leaves discomfort to mount slowly to the ass while the back of the hands almost immediately suffer from the weight of the sitter and the hard surface the knuckles and back of hand are pressed into. A soft cushion, such as the current eatery provided would receive the back of the hand with grace and ease. However, if the hands are palm down, the soft surface causes the hands to bend backward and over time gain certain agony to the sitter. Guess which way My slave property had been trained to orient its palms?
Water was in each of the crystal water glasses provided. There was a carafe of H2O on the table as well. I sipped My water while I perused the menu. My slave property kept its eyes on My face should I require anything, even as its thirst remained unquenched. I discarded the wine list. My drinking days are long past. However, I was aware My slave was a drinker (the reader should note the past tense.)
The waitress arrived to collect the order. She enquired about drink preference. Noting My decline and nothing by way of speech from My companion, went on to the food question. My order was rather simple, a crab cocktail, followed by a caesar salad, main course of prime rib.
“And for the gentleman?” enquired the wait person after turning to face it.
I watched as My slave’s face reddened ever so slightly. I looked forward to reading its journal entry regarding this whole dinner, especially, its reaction to the “for the gentleman” inquiry. I sadistically savored its quandary of imperative sustenance need and secure knowledge it was to have only what I allowed.
“You may bring one dry piece of toasted white bread, please.”
With a very well, Sir, she turned to place the order with the cook.
“it may have a sip of water, slave.” Of course My slave property could not resist taking more than a sip. It even allowed some liquid to dribble down its chin as it downed half a glass. “Remind Me, slave, to beat it severally for taking more than a sip and for removing hands from under its ass without permission.”
MorghanXX Some things I enjoy that don't fit neatly in a check-the-box type space, and are fun to explore once the service need is met:
Predicament bondage - putting the sub/slave in a position where they are bound from full movement, and maybe can't qutie reach something, say a fleshlight just out of reach of their errection, or in a more mundane case, weights placed so that when they releive pressure on one body part, it shifts to another, making a comfortable position impossible. There are a thousand variations on this, all lots of fun.
Obj-ect-ification (spelling modified to fit requirements of this place)- this can be literal "Be a table" or treating the person as an for pleasure, with a hood or mask or other thing that covers/hides their individuality.
Chastity - for the right person, chastity is a powerful tool. But not everyone responds to it in fun ways. So it could be a metal or silicone device, or just the honor system. But it allows for a highly personal reward system for desired behaviors or behaviral changes, and shifts focus to the Dominant partner.
Obedience - and by this I don't just mean jump when I say jump, I mean I give a series of instructions, and the obedience is considered successful based on how closely to the instructions it is completed. Sometimes this is to build a listening skill, sometimes its for fun.
CosmicCunt I'I'm going to answer a few questions that perhaps I will not get asked these repeatedly.
When you ask me why Im here, my reply is this: I get off on extreme time wasting liars. NOT!
I'm here to find lifestyle relationships which reflect My wants, needs and desires. I'm polyamorous, meaning Im looking for more than one relationship, sexual and or otherwise.
Okay, now, for the million dollar answer, what is a cosmic cunt and why did I choose it?
Part of me finds this telling that I should be asked to explain.
Pay attention now....
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brattysub2025 I understand trolls have their role in this world. Both online and in real life if that’s what you believe. I’ve placed enough warnings that if your trolls stay away. If you’re dumb enough to approach me, I’m gonna rip you apart and I’m gonna feed you your inners. This is my final warning. I’m done with people being fake and breaking promises just like everybody else else’s. But I’ve decided to stand up and fight for my right to live. The prey has become the predator so fuck you.
maybe this is help trolls hear me roar !!!!
Exoticpie2024
I am not your Chocolate Queen, Domme, Mistress, Baby, princess etc. I don't know you. I don't do random terms of endearment when there is no relationship established.
You may address me as Ms.cherry when messaging me.
If you are a person under the age of 26 DO NOT. JUST DON'T.
Refrain from messaging me about things you want to do to me, or things you want me to do to you.I DO NOT CARE. Keep your fetishes and imaginary expectations to yourself. People don't have to participate in your fantasy because your dick jumped at my photos.
Thanks for he compliment
ConfidentGent How I Think About This Life
There's a difference between Dominants and Masters that most people . Dominants and submissives live this episodically, in scenes, in chapters, in hungers that get fed and return. It's something they do. For those at the deeper end of the pool it goes further than that. It is fundamentally different. It is woven into who they are. It can't be set down because it was never picked up. It is simply there, part of who they are. When they aren't living in alignment with it, they feel something is missing.
If you've done scenes, found satisfaction, and then felt the hunger return unchanged as if you'd fed the wrong appetite entirely, sit with that. It may not mean something was wrong. It may mean you've been reaching for the right thing in the wrong form. That isn't to say that a lifestyle that's built around playtime scenes is wrong or lesser, just that if it isn't scratching the itch you feel fully, mere domination may not be what you need.
From my perspective, dominance is about the application of power in a given moment. Mastery is about depth, about how completely you're committed to understanding and fully expressing a woman's unique nature. I use dominance as a tool of Mastery, not its definition. What I'm after isn't the performance of control but its reality, to shape a willing partner into their deepest perfection as I see it. Dominance is the moment. Mastery is the journey.
That journey begins with genuinely knowing her. What moves her. What holds her back. What she hasn't yet given herself permission to want. What she doesn't yet understand about herself.
I hold what many people today would call an anachonistic (and often misogynistic) view of a woman's nature and her place in a dynamic. It is not a lesser place, simply a different one. A hammer and a screwdriver serve different purposes, and each performs terribly as the other, yet they are both equal. Dominance and submission is a response, in many ways, to how our society has tried to homogenize the roles of men and women in a way no different than demanding we accept hammers and screwdrivers as being equaly capable of fulfilling each other's roles. I believe far too many women today struggle with happiness precisely because they have accepted society's rejection of traditional gender roles socially and sexually. I've seen women who feel peace and gratification when they submit in the bedroom, then can't understand why they're angry and frustrated when they live the rest of their lives trying to pretend to be the same as men. Some women can navigate society's definition of "equal" just find, but submissive women need a place to express something core to their being that isn't satisfied in that space of equality. For some, submission in the bedroom fills the need adequately, but if you're still feeling that hunger to submit, if scenes aren't fully feeding your need, I believe that's why.
Do not mistake me: I do not see women as in any way lesser than men, only different. There are highly compentent women in every field and skill; I simply believe that a woman need not sacrifice her femininity, nor a man his masculinity, for the sake of equality, and that society's attempts to do so are why so many women (and men) are dissatisfied today. It is mind-boggling to me how so many people can recognize the fundamental difference between equality and equity in relation to (for instance) disabilities, yet contend that equality between men and women is natural. If you have a womb and I don't, equality isn't possible, period. Equity, however, is.
I don't apologize for those beliefs and I'm not interested in debating it. What I mean by that isn't contempt. It means I think femininity carries something specific and profound and inextricably linked to submission. A something that goes to one's core, and that a woman who understands and inhabits that space rather than arguing with it is capable of a submission that most people in this life never actually find. I find that kind of woman extraordinary. Truly a priceless masterpiece to be treasured, and conformed to my vision of their perfection not harshly, but with firm confidence.
My approach has always carried a 1950's quality to it, in the best expression of that era (which most certainly wasn't always its reality). The structure of domestic life has always served, for me, as an expression of the dynamic. That particular kind of submissive femininity that finds meaning in service and in the rhythms of a household held to a standard, the rituals of daily life weaving the texture of the dynamic. The aesthetic matters to me as well: a woman in a well fitted A-line dress over stockings and a garter belt, moving through a home with intention and grace is, to my mind, one of the most beautiful things there is. It is simply where my sense of how this life is lived most fully has always landed. It certainly isn't for everyone, and I"m not saying it is better, only that for those for whom it fits I believe it is most satisfying. I'm drawn to a woman who makes pleasing me her partner her quiet art, whether we are in a relationship or not. I love enging with a woman who wants to be formed and shaped into her most fully realized self, who finds in that not diminishment but the truest expression of what she is.
TotalOwnerforslave Prospective slave's Friend Requests
In My search for a total slave, I have had several make a "Friend" request of Me.
I tire of explaining to each and every prospective pieces of chattel that I am not looking for a 'friend.' Indeed a slave of mine would never be a friend, buddy, lover or social equal of any kind.
To illustrate, I explain that if I walked into a public Men's room and surveyed the line up of porcelain urinals I would not be looking for a 'friend.' Nor would I expect to treat any of the appliances like a lover.
In fact if the prospective slave were kneeling with its mouth open in the line up of other urinals, I may choose to ignore it for any of a number of utilitarian reasons, like maybe its face was particularly filthy with urine, ejaculate or even human waste and covered with flys.
And, speaking of human urinals, I do like to hear effusive gratitude for the slave's opportunity to be of service to a Better, but, a sign above it, if speech were impaired by say a spider gag, would work as well.
Master James
AKRONOHIOMAN Coachvisits again
Coach came by for what I think was his second visit. He visited in December and this time we wanted to step it up a bit. He wanted fucked. He wanted my cum in his ass. In his words, he wanted treated the way he's treated women most of his life. Like an object for pleasure.
Since he had visited before, he clearly knew where to come and that he was going to be at the correct house. The first time that someone comes for a visit, I always meet them in the driveway. This time, I told him that I would open the garage door and he was to come into the garage. I told him that in the back of the garage, near the door entering the house, he would find a stack of milk cartons. On an empty milk carton was a printed sign.
"Useless pieces of human flesh must put all of their clothing in here before entering"
I told him that I may (or may not) close the garage door after he enters, but he is to be completely naked before entering the house.
As I saw his car pull down the driveway I opened the garage door. I'm sure his heart was racing. Probably beating out of his chest since he knew he was going to be stripping naked in the garage. He was probably praying that I would close the garage door and give him some privacy from the neighbors.
I heard him near the door entering the house and knew he was inside the garage. I waited a moment listening for some rustling of clothing being stripped off before I closed the garage door. A moment later he came thru the door naked as he had been instructed.
I was leaning on the couch playing with my cock. I beckoned him over as he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I honestly can't remember but I think I had a white jockstrap on. At first I was making him lick, sniff, and suck my cock through the dirty jock strap. But eventually I removed it and threw it to the side.
He is a wonderful cocksucker. My already stiff cock instantly got harder as his tongue worked on my cock. Not that stripping in the garage wouldn't already remind him that he was nothing but my property during his visit, but I wanted to reinforce to him that he was absolutely sub human while visiting, so I put a dog collar around his neck. I grabbed the collar by each side and started guiding his mouth up and down on my cock.
His throat wasn't quite adjusted to the sensation of my cock yet, so as I pulled him deep down onto my cock he would gag. Of course this only made me chuckle at him. "Suck my cock, suck Daddy's cock, you know what to do, take that cock down your throat. Go ahead and choke on Daddy's cock."
His cock sucking skills are wonderful and after only being on my cock for a few minutes I felt the need to cum. But I had a lot more in store for him today. I pulled him off my cock and told him to lick my balls. I raised one leg so he could not only get to my balls but almost to my ass as well. Of course this only made me want to cum more.
Read the conclusion of the story at
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Aridgarden Recently someone asked me in an email what five principles I would offer to submissives wanting to get into the lifestyle...
first and foremost, you always have the right to stop ANYTHING at ANYTIME if you dont feel comfortable with it
consensual means you both agree to and want it without coercion
the best and healthiest relationships, not just within the lifestyle, are those with open, honest, non judgmental conversations that take place throughout ...not just before or after scenes
casual bdsm, giving someone you dont know or trust the ability to destroy you, is about as safe as taking a ride from a stranger down a dark isolated road, it could easily be the end of your life
go into it with an open mind, you dont have to know what you like or have an interest in and might learn some things you thought you didnt like you actually do, but if you know there are things that you never want to try, voice them and expect them to be respected, not all dominants are the same and those who dont respect hard limits are not true doms
KandMcouple He drops his head to his chest, but then slowly nods.
"Thank you for your honesty, baby."
I continue to explain how, just because of the pandemic I had not deviated from my desire of finding someone else and that now that people are comfortable meeting again, I would resume my search. He kept looking at the floor between his legs and I had to keep telling him to look me in the eye. This was the moment I had been holding back on for too long. I could feel my anticipation building in my chest, bursting to be heard. It took all of my strength to stop me from just ting out what I wanted to say, but I understood the gravity of what we were discussing and knew that was not the way to go about it. A good Dominant wants her submissive to be on the same page as her, not only willing to have his limits pushed, but wanting it. I find the psychology involved in convincing M that this is what he wants, intoxicating. It is what I consider the true essence of behavior modification.
I compose myself and everything starts to flow out naturally, I feel my power. This is the moment of truth. M and I have discussed cuckolding quite a bit and he is granted sex very infrequently and has learned not to even ask, but this is the first time I am going to extiguish any hope he may have of it happening again. I know this is a big deal. I explain in a very sweet and delicate tone how I love him dearly with all my heart, but that he would never have sex with me in the traditional sense again, ever. He stares up at me unblinking. I repeat it so that it would sink in, "M, we have arrived at this point, please understand that you will never, ever have sex with me again." He looks heartbroken, I want to scoop him up and hold him, but I must continue. I tell him how I know he could never satisfy me and in a way, I didn't want him to. I tell him what he already knows, which is that I have been driving this lifestyle because this is what I want. I tell him that there may have been a time when I saw him as a toy to be used sexually, but I just can't even picture that anymore. I tell him how I have always loved the dynamic we have and especially now more than at any other time in the past.
"M, this has always been my goal, you must have always known that." he nods with sad eyes.
I love the control, I love completely owning him in a mothering sense, I love his submission and most of all his helpless obedience and emasculation. I tell him he could never go back, that this was how I want him and how I love him. I can see my words sinking in as he stares at me. The shield of his pacifier gag is rather big and I can't tell if I see anger, fear, or acceptance in his face as he sits there quietly. I continue.
"I love you M...but we committed to this lifestyle a long time ago TOGETHER and I just cannot keep indulging you sex when I get nothing out of it. Indulging you in such a way is not good for your headspace and I know you know that. I’m in need of the feelings that I used to get from men who were not my little boy. Yes, our dynamic has me almost constantly aroused...the power ugh..., but masturbation no longer satisfies me and the idea of having sex with what we've helped you become just ruins my powerful headspace."
He looks very sad and is pleading with his eyes, but at the same time I can see he is rocking on his butt slightly fidgeting (he thinks he's being discreet but the crinkle of his diaper is unmistakable). He rocks in his diaper like that when he is aroused and trying to get some feeling to his chaste bits; it's his “poker tell.” This rocking is the final indication I need that I am making the right decision. I stand up, get very close to his side and have him hug my leg while I rub the top of his head.
I tell him that I can tell by his rocking that he must accept everything I'm saying and that a verbal response wasn't needed. He looked up at me suddenly, still rocking and holding my legs, with big eyes, pleading eyes.
I smile, "accept it baby, it will be easier, you don't even need to speak. Just nod your head and show me you accept what I've said."
Still looking at me, he closed his eyes and drops his chin to his chest.
With a little more force I say, "M, open your eyes, look at me and nod your head."
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painwhorejenny Hello all, I want to take a moment to give out some tips to cathing my interest with your messages. Some of these are gonna sound bitchy but take them to heart they will help you not only with me but probably every woman on this site.
1) In less than 24 hours I have recieved nearly 30 pages of messages. If I don't get to you immediately when you send a message, do not spam me with stupid are you there, pay attention to me, come here slut, and so on messages, that only slows me down and pisses me off and i will most likely just block you.
2) Do not write a thesis paper as a first message. I have 30 pages of messages to read and If your first message to me is more than a paragraph I am not investing the time into you.
3) On the opposite side of above, don't just say hey, or whats up. You need to catch attention with your first message. Also don't just tell me to look at your profile. If your message catches my eye I will go look on my own.
4) Don't send me a dick pic without asking first, come on its 2023 women shouldnt have to say this anymore. I am submissive but all your cocks look the same and I don't care to pretend otherwise lol
5) This might just be me and not all women but I do not want to immediately jump to some other messenger. All thousand of you who have messaged me today want to use a different app, I don't want to have 1000 apps, and if i cant keep up here alone why do you think 1000 apps will be faster? If we click and get to know each other i might move to an app, until then if you dont want to chat here why bother being here?
Ok, rant over. The jist is guys, women here get absolutely flooded, dont be an ass about it. And if you think you deserve my sole undivided attention after one message get over yourself, if thats how it worked the first guy who messaged me would be the only one i talked too and where would that leave all the rest of you?
COSMlCCUNT This is a time to remain very aware.
Keep close watch over those who seek to distract and otherwise keep you busy whilst they rape and pillage our government and our republic. It is the oldest trick in the book - keep them busy and in fear, meanwhile they shall help theirselves to a sizable helping of the American Taxpayers monies and benefits.
Whilst government programs are being cut, WATCH WHERE THE MONEY and BENEFITS GO. A simple diversion tactic.
All the law suits will keep people occupied while more and more of our liberty is stripped.
Consider: while the 'parents' have allowed the 'undisciplined child and friends' to run wild, the greater world wide community will have no problem 'spanking' the errant child and holding the 'parents' accountable for not parenting. IT CAN ALWAYS GET WORSE.
Be care full, be watch full, be account full and "do not go gentle into that good night."
Be proactive and be ready for the change which is most certainly here.
TeaMenthe The Ocean Does Not Apologize for Its Depth
There are women who dominate and there are women who *are* dominance, the way the ocean is not something that contains water but is the water, is the depth, is the pressure and the pull and the ancient, indifferent power of something that existed long before you arrived on its shore and will exist long after you have gone. I am the second kind. This is not a role I step into. It is what I am made of, down to the cellular level, the way the ocean is made of salt and motion and the kind of patience that only belongs to things that have never once needed to hurry.
You come to the shore of me with everything you are. I want you to understand what that means before you take another step.
The ocean does not meet you halfway. It does not soften its edges to make the entry more comfortable. It simply is what it is, in its entirety, at full depth and full force, and what happens to you when you enter it is entirely dependent on your willingness to stop fighting the current and let the water do what water does. The people who struggle against the ocean are the ones it takes. The ones who surrender to it, who release the desperate grip of their own buoyancy and let the water take the weight, those are the ones who discover that it will hold them. That the very thing that felt like it would consume them is also, in its way, the most complete support they have ever known.
This is the theology of your surrender. Not the performance of it. The real thing.
I want you empty. Genuinely, completely empty, cleared of every opinion about yourself that you arrived with, every defense you have constructed across a lifetime of needing to protect something, every carefully managed presentation of who you are and what you can handle and how much you are willing to give. I want the vessel clean. Because I intend to fill it, every part of it, with something it has never held before, and there is no room for what I am bringing if you are still crowded with what you came with.
Walt Whitman wrote that he contained multitudes. You, in this context, will contain precisely one thing: me. My will, my presence, my pleasure, my standard, my voice in the place where your own voice used to be the loudest thing in the room. This is not diminishment. This is the most complete thing I know how to offer another person. To be so thoroughly known and so thoroughly claimed that the boundary between your purpose and my desire becomes academic, becomes irrelevant, becomes a line so worn from crossing that it simply ceases to exist.
The ocean fills every space available to it. Every crack in the rock, every hollow in the sand, every place that offers itself and every place that does not, eventually. It does not ask permission of the shoreline. It simply arrives, and it arrives completely, and it keeps arriving, tide after tide, with the patient certainty of something that has never once doubted its own nature or its own direction.
That is what my dominance feels like from the inside. The certainty of water finding its level.
Matthew Arnold stood on Dover Beach and heard the ocean's roar as the sound of a world that offers neither joy nor love nor light nor certitude nor peace, only the eternal note of sadness underneath everything human. But I hear it differently. I hear it as the sound of something that does not negotiate. Something that has been devouring shorelines since before language existed to describe the loss, that takes the rock and the sand and the carefully constructed walls of human certainty and makes them, over time, into nothing but new shapes of itself. The ocean does not mourn what it consumes. It simply continues. This is the quality of my dominance that I most want you to sit with: not the drama of it but the continuity. The patient, absolute, unstoppable continuation of a nature that was never going to be anything other than what it is.
Give me everything. Not the generous portion. Not the carefully considered offering of the parts of yourself you have decided you can afford to lose. Everything. The parts you are proud of and the parts you are ashamed of and the parts you have never shown anyone because you were not certain they could be trusted with them. Bring all of it to the water. Let it go. Watch what I do with it.
Because here is what the ocean knows that the shore does not: the surrender is the point. The emptying is not the loss. It is the preparation. The space you clear when you release everything you have been holding is exactly the space I intend to inhabit, and what I bring to fill it is larger and stranger and more sustaining than anything you were protecting by keeping yourself so carefully full of yourself.
You were not built to be your own container. You were built to be mine.
Kneel at the water's edge. Feel the pull of it. That pull is not danger. That pull is recognition.
I release what I was before this shore.
I bring myself empty and offer that emptiness as gift.
I am the hollow that her presence fills.
I do not end where she begins.
I am most myself when I am most completely hers.
The ocean does not ask permission.
Neither does she.
I am grateful for both.
Go under.
She will bring you back.
She always does.
RavenMoonSiren I genuinely love my boyfriend. I have loved a good number of people but this is the first time I've dated anyone for longer than two weeks who has not been argumentative, selfish, mean, and committed to never understanding me. And more often than not we communicate very well. We have argued twice in almost a year. He is kind and gentle with me. He is thoughtful and generous. He makes me feel calm and at peace. He doesn't behave as if he is irritated with me when I am anxious, depressed, or having panic attacks. He grounds me. He is all of the things I've wanted from all the serious partners I've had in the past.
He has never ever hurt me (except once when he asked me to go home and I took it personally lol).
Absolutely zero of my relationships have ever been this good, the worst being my marriage. I can say I am absolutely happy when I am with him which is what pushed me to want to be happy when I am without him. I had never thought it possible for me to be happy, alone or with another person since I had never been happy in a relationship before. I felt good and would call it happiness but I wasn't happy. Now that happiness is possible I must learn to find it inside of myself which is difficult when you've been miserable for 31 years
So this is what it means to find your person.
He is like starlight, like the laughter of babies, like the colors of the sunrise and the sunset, like the buds in spring, like a glass of refreshing cool water, like a warm hug. He is love. He is safety. Something I never thought I'd ever have. Something I've never seen anyone have in person. Something I didn't expect from what was supposed to be a tinder one night stand.
A one night stand that ended up with us being intertwined so intimately that we are now inseparable.
CarpeEros Who else has come across dozens of profiles over the years that go like this:
"Not much to say now but I'll be adding lots more detail SOON"
Date of profile: Years and years ago (yes I realize that in theory they might have just put that current profile in yesterday (so before that it said what exactly?) Also unlikely..and usually confirmable that they've had the profile say that for years..profiles the login page features again and again so you've seen it say that same "much more, soon!" promise on their profile for a long long time)
And this went on long before making changes in profile put your profile on hold for weeks or months on end, so while today I can understand people hesitating to change, this "will add lots more detail soon" and yes they say "soon"..this has always gone on. Makes you wonder..
Unrelated, and non sarcastic praise for part of a recent journal entry where she said:
"My life has included fantastic sex, better than yours in most cases. I prefer to wait to have a superior time..."
The praise is for the "in most cases" part she put in. Accuracy and recognition of variosu shades, rather than mere bravado. Yes it's a low bar, but still nice to see people exist here that are gounded enough to add those words.
Slavetotake2 Welcome Home, Little Princess
Are you looking for a place where you can truly be yourself? We are seeking a "little girl" princess who needs a new home and a fresh start. Here, you will have your very own princess room and a sister to talk to.
Our household includes a supportive Daddy Dom, a Domme, and sister in a family dedicated to helping you adjust and transition.
You’ll eventually meet your "older sister," who recently graduated and now lives and works in the city. When she visits, she may even stay in your room, as it was once hers.
Her journey wasn't easy. Daddy rescued her from people who suppressed her true self, forcing her to wear masculine clothes and hide her identity. When she first arrived, she struggled with guilt and even tried to run away, but Daddy kept his promise never to let her go back.
Once she felt safe, she embraced her life here, leaving all responsibilities to Daddy. She flourished—attending cosmetology school, beginning her hormonal transition, and undergoing facial refinements. Daddy took her to fetish balls and dance clubs in beautiful dresses and heels, where she made many friends.
She also loved helping with our lifestyle parties. Dressed in her maid outfit, she was the star of the house; guests always flocked to the party when they knew Daddy’s girl was serving. She also cherished her training sessions, where Daddy pushed her to her limits during their "in and out" workouts.
Now that she has grown up and moved into the city, her room is open and waiting for Daddy’s next little girl.
sweetsapling
Something I just wrote to someone on here which I think is a valid statement from me:
I mean I'm not on here just for sex. I'm a sapiosexual above anything and to even interest me you have to engage me on a mental level.
To expound on that, I'm also here to expose myself to people and concepts of sexuality and expression that are new to me.
As I've explored further, by reading, connecting with people and experience I find that I've become a more sex positive person in general.
I've been accepting new and bizarre things that perhaps turn me on and celebrating them instead of shaming them away.
I am becoming more comfortable as a sexual creature as I follow my curiosity.
I am also honing my communication skills. I love the emphasis the BDSM community has on talking about limits and consent and making sure people feel heard and valued. It's a value set we would do well to enact in our everyday vanilla efforts to communicate.
These are just some musings I suppose.
silkscarfslave I had enough experience tying up my girl-friend to know really quickly there was no way I was going to slip or work my way out of the tie. That meant I was going to have to find a way to loosen the knot. But the girls had me by the elbows, so I had to let them turn me around and shove me back on the couch.
They sat there on either side of me and went back to watching their stupid talent show, and I tried to work my fingers around to find the knot. I tried to to let them see, but Nancy noticed and didn't bother to do anything about it. She knew what she was doing, as it turned out a lot more than I did.
A commercial came on and my girl-friend got up to go to the bathroom. I tried to reason with Nancy, and responded by getting up and going to her bedroom for a second, and coming right back out with a handful of scarves. She reaached under her skirt, took off her panties, and before I could resist, stuffed them in my mouth. She took one of the scarves, knotted it and gagged me with it. She told me I'd better keep my mouth closed enough to hide the panties, or my girl-friend would freak out if she knew. And she was right, my girlfriend would have freaked out and even more if she knew how turned on I was getting.
AfricanGoddessUK Yesterday, Thursday: 15/08/2024
Dear Diary,
MY day begins at 10 AM, just as I like it—on MY own terms. I wake up knowing that the world is MINE to shape, and I take MY time easing into the morning. MY routine is deliberate: a workout that awakens MY body, followed by a long, hot shower where I let the steam clear MY mind. As I prepare for the day, I’m already planning MY moves, each one purposeful.
Dressing for the day is a ritual, even when I’M working from home. Today, I chose something comfortable yet powerful—an outfit that reminds ME of the strength I carry. Before I head to MY home office, I check MY phone, smiling as I see the messages from MY submissives. They know what pleases ME, and today, I’VE received a few thoughtful gifts—tokens of their appreciation and respect. It’s a satisfying reminder of the influence I hold, and I allow MYSELF a moment to savour it.
MY home office is where the magic happens. As a web designer, I create, innovate, and build. The morning is spent in focused work—crafting designs, and connecting with clients. Even though I’M not in a traditional office, MY presence is undeniable. Every email, every project, every call reflaspects MY vision and MY control. I love knowing that MY work drives success and shapes the online world. I’M in charge, and it feels exhilarating.
In the afternoon, I switch gears to focus on growth and giving back. I mentor young black female entrepreneurs, helping them navigate challenges and harness their strengths. Empowering others is part of MY power, and I take pride in guiding them. Their progress fuels ME, just as much as MY own success.
As evening falls, I pour MYSELF a glass of Hennessy and dive into the course I’M developing. This project has been months in the making, and tonight, the ideas are flowing effortlessly. The warmth of the drink, the satisfaction of creating something meaningful—it’s a perfect combination. This course will be a game-changer, and I’M excited to see it come to life.
The night deepens, but I’M energised. I’M building something incredible, and I know it. When I finally wrap up, I feel a deep sense of accomplishment. I’M not just a woman with a career—I’M a force, shaping MY world with precision and pride.
As I lay in bed, I reflect on the day. I’M proud of who I AM—strong, confident, and in control. The gifts from MY submissives, the success of MY work, the course I’M creating—it all reminds ME that I navigate this world with grace, power, and a touch of indulgence. Tomorrow is another day to conquer, and I’M ready. This is MY world, and I own it.
BLACK GODDESS xx
ArrogantTVBitch WELL!!! What can I say? I have been a Goddess to all low life loosers and it seems the older I become the more my temper and patience grows shorter as I am constantly having to turn so many loosers away, and believe me!! Goddess Davinia Jade does NOT get any satisfaction from turning male and cd/tv subbys or pathetic males who cheat on their wives and beg ME to take control of their lives, in every way.
Dare YOU become a special pet to The Goddess Davinia Jade,
SHE WHO WILL BE OBEYED,
SHE WHO IS CONSTANTLY IN YOUR MIND,
SHE WHO BRINGS REAL HAPPINES AND MEANING INTO YOUR LIFE
SHE WHO GIVES YOU A REASON TO LIVE
Only you, the real looser, can make that decision, so act NOW and apply to your Goddess, and I Expect, NO I WANT
to see a well written mail with plenty of reasons as to why this Goddess should even consider you and take some of her precious time to answer your mail???? Then again if you dont try you will never know, never reach that high state of personal happiness and excitement.
Obsidian1955 She will spend her days at home nude … She will sleep in a cage unless she is being used by me at night. She will cook and clean and keep my home immaculate. In public she will dress slutty and be on display. She will call me Master in private and Sir in public. She will be very flirty and sweet to every man and boy. In public no bra or panties. She will exercise daily in the nude. She will shower daily as needed and shower with me every day. She will keep her body perfectly smooth and shave often. She will sit nude at my feet when I watch tv. She will speak to me in third person at all times and accept punishment when she makes errors. I will attach a permanent collar that she cannot remove, engraved with my name. I will have a tattoo placed on her left thigh, near her pussy. The letter “O”, for master obsidian, so all will know she is my property.
Baronsoy Blindfolds in BDSM
Blindfolds are commonly used in BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Dominance, Submission, Sadism, and Masochism) play as a means of sensory deprivation and enhancing the overall experience for both the dominant and submissive partners. Here are some key points to consider:
1. Sensory Deprivation: By covering the submissive partner's eyes with a blindfold, their sense of sight is temporarily taken away. This can intensify their other senses, such as touch, hearing, taste, and smell. With limited visual input, the submissive may become more attuned to the dominant's actions and sensations, heightening their overall experience.
2. Power Dynamics: Blindfolding can further emphasize the power dynamics within a BDSM scene. The submissive partner relinquishes control over their visual perception, enhancing their vulnerability and dependence on the dominant. This can intensify the feelings of trust, surrender, and anticipation.
3. Trust and Consent: As with any BDSM activity, trust and consent are paramount. Before incorporating blindfolds or any other element into a scene, all participants should have clear and explicit communication about their boundaries, desires, and limits. Trust should be established between partners to ensure that blindfolding is safe, comfortable, and consensual for everyone involved.
4. Safety Considerations: It is important to prioritize safety when using blindfolds. Make sure the blindfold is comfortable, does not cause undue pressure or discomfort, and allows for easy breathing. Choose blindfolds specifically designed for BDSM play, which are often made of soft, non-abrasive materials and have adjustable straps. Regularly check in with the blindfolded partner to ensure their well-being and address any concerns that may arise during the scene.
5. Communication and Check-Ins: Effective communication is crucial throughout a BDSM scene involving blindfolds. Non-verbal cues, such as a pre-determined safe gesture or a system of vocal signals, can help the blindfolded partner communicate their comfort level, boundaries, or the need to stop the scene altogether. Regular check-ins and aftercare are essential to ensure the well-being and emotional support of all participants.
Remember, the use of blindfolds or any other BDSM practices should always be consensual, negotiated, and performed within the bounds of safety, trust, and mutual respect. It's important to educate yourself, seek guidance from experienced individuals or communities, and prioritize the well-being of all involved parties.
SlutSnuggleButt Hi there, I'm a 26-year-old submissive bi-sexual girly woman who is into BDSM. I'm currently looking for a long-term live-in relationship with someone who shares my interests and desires.
As a naturally submissive woman, I am eager to explore and learn about the dynamics of a submissive-dominate relationship. I am interested in experiencing the various ects of BDSM and exploring my own limits in a safe and respectful manner.
Ideally, I'm looking for a partner who is also bi-sexual and open to a polyamorous relationship. I believe in open and honest communication, and I value trust and respect above all else in a relationship.
When it comes to my dressing style, I love to wear feminine and flirty outfits that accentuate my curves. I'm a big fan of dresses, skirts, and high heels. I enjoy experimenting with different colors, patterns, and textures to create a unique and eye-catching look.
In terms of shoes, I have a particular fondness for high heels. I love the way they make me feel, and I find them to be both elegant and sexy. I have quite a collection of heels in different styles and colors, ranging from classic pumps to strappy sandals to chunky platform heels.
Of course, I also have a variety of other shoes for different occasions, such as flats, boots, and sneakers. But when it comes to dressing up, you can usually find me in a pair of sky-high heels that make me feel confident and glamorous.
As a submissive girl, I have had a range of experiences exploring my submissive side in BDSM relationships. I find that submitting to a dominant partner allows me to let go of control and experience a deep sense of trust and surrender.
In my previous relationships, I have explored a variety of BDSM practices, such as bondage, impact play, and power exchange dynamics. I enjoy experimenting with new techniques and pushing my limits in a safe and consensual way.
I have found that communication and trust are essential components of a healthy and fulfilling BDSM relationship. Open and honest communication allows me to express my desires and limits, while trust enables me to fully surrender to my dominant partner.
Overall, my experience as a submissive girl has been both challenging and rewarding. It has allowed me to explore new ects of my sexuality and develop a deeper understanding of my own desires and boundaries.
If you're interested in getting to know me and exploring our shared interests together, please feel free to connect with me. I'm excited to see where this journey takes us!
FatMansHarem Looking for permanent companionship.
I am poly and unpartnered currently.
What I am looking for is obedience and full time servitude.
I am not a nice person. If you please me, you will be rewarded. If you displease me, you will be punished. None of that bratty punishment. You will be punished in a way that you genuinely dislike. If chaining you up and leaving you alone is something that distresses you, that can be your punishment. If you dislike pain, or public humiliation, or anything really, I will make it happen so you genuinely suffer. If you want to be playful and want some of these things, just ask at an appropriate time and I will make it happen as long as you have not displeased me.
Also looking for genuine hypnosis subjaspects
I am not a monster, I am not a nice guy either.
Spike
ClaimedMy name, Emiko, which means prosperous, beautiful child, has not helped, not a bit. It’s been a bad year. At 23 years old, I got my own place, moved all my stuff and had finally left my parents’ home. This seemed like a big step towards independence, made less scary as my parents were still close by and I would need them less and less. Several months later there was a horrible crash. My parents ripped away instantly. Still, there was my boyfriend of many years who was soon to be my fiancé. He was there for me, helped me through much of the hardest stuff, supported me when I needed it most. Several months later, instead of proposing as was expected, he dumped me and not your nice dinner, its-not-you, blah, blah. No, he dump me by text. Still there was my dog. I had loved this dog from when I was 5 years old. He was always there to take care of me and watch over me even when the world was scary. Several months later, as he was now living in pain, it was time to let him go too but how could I? He was the last person who cared for me. I had to do right by him and let him go peacefully. Yeah, it’s been a bad year.On this particular Saturday morning, as I lay in bed trying to build enough motivation to get out, the feelings of being disconnected, isolated and alienated, of not belonging, were overwhelming. This is something that had been steadily building through the year but was reaching a fever pitch. Sometimes we get so detached from the world around us there's no way for us to reattach ourself. The only hope is for someone to find you who will grab on and pull you back. All my attachment points seem to have disappeared or broken. I was drifting free. I wanted so much for someone to reach out, pull me back and reattach me to this world.My thoughts went back to a harebrained scheme that had been rattling around my head for some time — just give myself to the first person who would have me. It was a fast, simple solution to a problem I did not know how to solve. You’re gonna think this is crazy mostly because it is crazy but that morning, crazy was all I had. This wasn’t the first time I thought about this idea. In fits of fancy, I had even planned it out. It was based on a story I read called ‘Halloween’. The woman in the story had put herself out there for someone to claim and someone claimed her. I bought a nice leather collar which also fit my thigh, a matching 8 foot leather strap you might call a leash but it was really a lead and, just because I wanted my intensions to be clear, I bought a garter that said, ‘CLAIM ME’ in inch and a half capitol letters. Baker Beach, you know, the one with the beautiful view of the Golden Gate Bridge, has a section where clothing is optional. I’d go there, strip down to just those three items, stand there and wait. My body is nothing special. I don’t have a lot of boob or a lot of anything. I’m a tiny asian woman; shocking in San Francisco. People say everyone loves a tiny asian woman. How could anyone resist a freely available, totally naked, tiny asian woman? Well, they all did.It was getting late into the afternoon and would start getting cold soon. My isolation was now complete. I stood there all day, buck naked, offering myself to anyone who would take me and no one had even stop by to ask. Then a man walked towards me. I saw him earlier when he was heading down the beach. He had looked in my direction for some time, then walked passed like everyone else. Now, as he got closer, he looked right at the garter and just smiled.Deep inside me, I was a bit disappointed. Looking back at that moment, my fast thinking said he was older than I want, not built the way I want, not dressed the way I want, and truthfully, not tall like I want. None of that mattered at this point. I wanted to be wanted. I wanted to be connected. I needed to be claimed. “If you want me to stop at anytime, say kangaroo. If you understand what I’m telling you, say banana.” It seemed like every emotion was passing through me at that moment. Fear and longing where the strongest. Longing won out.“Banana”He opened the lock on the collar, dropping the keys, both of them, in his pocket. I was already shaking a bit. He strapped it around my neck, not too tight, and secured it with the lock. He removed the garter then unwound the lead from my waist and clipped it to the collar. There were no thoughts in my head but a certain calm washed over me. “How long have you been standing here?”“All day”“Did you reapply your sunscreen? You’re starting to look a bit red.”“I didn’t.”“Do you have aloe or something like it.”Without thinking through what was about to happen, I said there’s aloe in my bag. He got the aloe, put some in his hands and started to apply it. My mind was racing. I froze. Something like this was obviously gonna happen if things went to plan but I had never really played the fantasy out this far so this came as a bit of a shock. He started with my legs. He was not shy, taking his time, being thorough but not gratuitously lingering. He went all the way to the top but didn’t explicitly touch my pussy just brushing it to get the whole leg. I realized my pussy was tingly, all of me was, and that I was probably really wet. He did my arms, my face and neck, my back including my hips and ass. He continued to be thorough but not gratuitous and that did not change when he did my front starting at the shoulders, then to the top of my chest then to my tits, my belly and then put his hand above my mons and went right down between my legs. I got a little dizzy. This random man who I’ve known for 7 minutes just locked a collar around my neck, applied lotion to my entire naked body and I was just tingling with delight. He asked me if I was comfortable coming to his place downtown; he’d order a car. I said yes; I said yes? but also mentioned my place was walking distance from here and we could go there. He said great. I told him the address. He handed me my bag and started walking with a solid gr on the lead. I followed not even thinking about the fact that I was being lead down the s
angeldmort The Kink Vending Machine
Dec 17, 2017
So, you want to submit.
You want to be Topped.
You want to find a Dominant Woman to whom to submit, and who will probably Top you.
I get it. I really do. It's just like all other relationships - we need something, and we can only really get it from other people.
We want sex. Sexual gratification is possible without other people, but almost everyone agrees that it's not nearly as gratifying as it is WITH someone else.
We want love. We can love ourselves, and we can love others, but most of the time, we have a powerful need to receive it from someone else.
We want to do… stuff. Sex stuff, relationship stuff, life stuff, and yes, again, some of it can be done by ourselves, but mostly, we want someone to do it with, or to do it TO us.
We want a someone. Lots of us want our own special someone, who is OUR someone, and for whom we are THEIR special someone in return. Or at least one of their special someones.
And let's face it - sometimes we get lonely. Or we get needy. Or we just really want to do that fucking cool thing RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!!!!
And then we can get a little…. fixated.
That "someone special" starts to look more and more like "someone who will" and then "anyone who will" and then to just "anyone."
But almost NONE of us want to be "just anyone" to someone else.
"I didn't get their name" is the joke we see all over to denote a space filler, a warm body, without memorable characteristics.
Not special at all, in other words. Forgettable.
Not important enough to bother with as an actual person.
Just a means to an end.
Completely interchangeable with any other "anyone" we can get hold of when we need one.
About as special as a vending machine.
You need a coke, you go find a machine, pop in your dollar, soda pops out, and you move on. The machine? You barely noticed it when you were feeding it money.
You sure as shit don't value it.
And you forget it the second you pop that can.
Not flattering.
Here's the crux of the problem - if you will kneel to anyone who lets you, then when you kneel to me, you aren't kneeling TO ME - you're just kneeling because you like to kneel.
It's the same as telling me that I'm no one special, and I could be swapped out with anyone and you'd be fine with that.
It makes everything I am … nothing.
Meaningless.
Worthless.
Well, to you, at least.
All the years I spent working on learning how to communicate in a healthy, assertive, honest and open way… they don't matter.
All the work I put into learning what makes a good Dominant? The same.
All of the time I took educating myself on what makes a bad Dominant? Who cares?
Any skills I built because they would give my submissive a better experience? Nada.
All of the things that make me Dominant, or a good lover, or a good partner, hell, that make me a good person? Not worthy of notice.
Everything I am, everything I've made myself, everything I value about myself, has no value to someone like that.
They aren't looking at my profile and thinking "DAMN this person sounds amazing!"
They aren't reading my writings and falling a little bit in love with my mind.
They aren't seeing what I post about how Dominants and Submissives should treat each other and wishing that could be them.
That person… the one who kneels to anyone and everyone at the drop of a hat?
THAT person saw a pretty face, got a woody, (or let's be honest, had a woody before they even logged on and are just looking for something to wank it to) and dropped to their digital knees because that’s what they want out of it all - to feel grovel-ish, to play pretend without admitting that to the other person, to rub one out to their fantasy of a Dominant Woman who would do to them the things that they saw in some porn vid.
That person is 100% focused on getting something they want.
They don't care where they get it, or even about the quality of what they get.
They want what they want, and everything else is irrelevant
masterpadrone 52M Dom/Daddy london uk, Seeks *relocatable* live-in 18-25 any cis girl must willing to Anal Training
i am Master/DD would say that I am not a loser, or dying for pussy (maybe for a real sub and her Back door=butt=asshole=Anal Training for younger female),I am not crazy or dangerous etc, but a person, pleasant, appearance, polite (more or less)and I like to dominate, I am willing to Anal Training for younger= one cis girl willing to be mine anal slut, must not be committed (with other cocks=which mean if you think you are naughty you are probably ...), who wants to discover and cultivate with me(no others) the pleasure her submission and live as a proper 1950s girl.all with honesty and pleasure for both, keeping in mind that is not a game)she must into a beautiful and intense time ..of course after care and use of the safeword is paramount in a long term relationship (even short but again 'no take away') ,if interested could write me on telegram analmandingo or PM ,NO 4 SEX CHAT OR if u want MONEY find a pig NOT ME!.I am only interested in sub/slave want to be own by me only for monogamous LTR ( or is full of wanna be dom and domme if you are looking for sex go to them as probably you rubbish like them so shite go with shite ). U must be in London uk 🇬🇧 , no cyber no fake !
Basic tasks for the girl what to be my slave 1_ you must be naked or basic dressed you will be touched regularly by me I love to have my hands all over you 2) you must suck a minimum of 2hrs per day my cock .3. you will get spanked or whips minimum 30 shots per day as to remind you, you are mine .4. you will be rape play daily as ATM mouth fuck .5. you must rim me regularly after u cum it relax me .6, you need to wear a plug Or plug tail Or the hook posture ,7.piss whore you will get my golden rain in or on your face ,8, you must wear a collar as show of respect to me.and you will be training to wear a plug daily t! .9. do what I said or get punish the way i want or like . listen to what I need and make sure I get it from you 10. You will sign a contract to show me you understand
Snapchat DomPadrone telegram analmandingo not for sex chat
i do not fit in. never did.never wanted to , I do not mix with sh*t.
pizzapuppiescows Another ridiculous story you just can't make up, this really happened last night. So. Like most people, I drive to and from work five days a week. I take the same route. I'm not great with directions so while I know a few other ways to get there in theory, I stick with this one way. I had made plans to go out with a colleague friend last night and we were going to meet back at work where she would pick me up and she would do the driving. Perfect. I get back to work, we go out, have a great time, she drops me off at my car at 11:45. I head home the usual way, it should take about a half hour. Only there's construction and an accident and it's jammed beyond belief. So I follow a couple of cars who got off, thinking eh, I'll pick up another road I'm familiar with. And I do. I know this road goes out in my direction so I can start there and find a cross street along the way. So I'm driving. And I'm driving. And it's now well past the thirty minute mark, I don't recognize anything, there are no lights on the road, and I have no cell service to pull up a map. But alright, I have half a tank of gas and I can figure this out. And I keep driving. For over an hour. I get to a road that I know leads me home. But which way? I make a choice and fully commit, because another half hour goes by and I still have no idea where I am, still no lights, still no cell service. I see deer and can confirm the saying about deer in headlights freezing up is accurate. Eventually I realized I made the wrong directional choice and turned around, find my way home. At 1:57. When I say I am directionally challenged, clearly I'm not kidding.
blkbitchincharge Embracing my slumber, I feel as though I'm in a dream
The softness of your caress, has me feeling so serene
I want to open my eyes to make sure you are real
I will not venture, because I don't want to interrupt what I feel
The moisture begins to flow as my body loses control
You have me at this point and I will never say no
Relaxation and anxiety are about to collide
Multi orgasmic pleasure, I will never hide
WOW!
Aqua619 100% Dominant
90% Sadist84% Rigger82% Master/Mistress80% Daddy/Mommy75% Degrader64% Non-monogamist60% Owner39% Experimentalist32% Vanilla29% Primal (Hunter)28% Brat tamer3% Voyeur
gavco98uk I'm just back from holiday... and it's been a few days. I woke up this morning feeling exceptionally horny and kinky.
I'm at work until 5pm, and can't cum till then.
Give me tasks or dares to complete before then to keep me horny and busting to cum.
Anything posted by males I will consider... anything posted by females is non optional and must be completed before I can cum.
Keep me horny and on the edge of exploding!
Only 7 hours to go...
subgurl4trueDOM Every time i try to update my profile it either gets discarded or just never seems to update, so i am going to try a journal entry.
It's hard to believe i could be much more prepared to meet someone for a serious relationship/position, but i continue to work toward it, hoping someone might one day be there for me.
In a perfect world, i would find someone that wanted both a genuine relationship and a very regimented M/s life. It would be wonderful to travel and share a life with a Master, living life as His girlfriend, with hormones and 24/7 femme existence. But to also have the M/s dynamic as a backbone of our relationship. Cuddling on the couch, binging a series but all the while wearing a metal collar, chained wrists, chastity, ass plugged. All of the wonderful things of being a spouse but never once having a moment to think that it is "free" of will or choice.
Soaking up whatever attention it's owner is willing to give, working every minute for it's opportunity to get a little positive feedback.
sommisandry I've not made a Journal Entry in a Long Time. I would be fine with a LTR or even Live In or Married if circumstances led to that. Though since like 2020 or longer have been dealing with Diverticulosis along with Mobile Cecum resulting in a lot of Abdominal Pain to say the least. I could not figure out what was wrong thinking was just Lazy and Crazy. Seems like everything has been on a downward spiral or nothing works out quite right. RL stuff beyond my control has contributed to making this more difficult heh. Was not until I read people writing stuff about Kristalose medication that started to realize was quite sane. They would talk about the exact issues was having or details a strainger would not be able to know. Really its just an additive in every country except the USA. Its like a Lactose that you just are unable to digest which can give a movement in 24 to 48 hours.
I'm an Organic Vegetarian so unless its Tube Steak for something haha. Pretty dedicated to keeping up my diet and exercise. Really would be nice to get married have kids but doubt that will happen heh. Really avoid piercing as anemic so bleeding is not good for that condition haha. Site used to be really active now its mostly stagnated. Funny my string code is basically Restless. I remember reading the CT Scan saying how organs moved since the last one not that long ago heh. That freaked me out a bit. Supposedly as many as 10 to 20 percent of population has Mobile Cecum. Usually you have part of intestine removed like Brock if something gets infected. I'm like a garden hose that is wound up or knotted or leaking fluid from what I can gather. Most seem to die or collapse needing surgery to avoid that fate. Seems like it will eventaully need an operation unless it fixes itself by some miracle. The cramps or abdominal pain was really crippling like another level of pain beyond Thunderdome. I could not even believe it as would feel fine then all of a sudden. Its like having the diet was not enough to avoid this issue. Even if do everything right in life can still fail utterly and totally.
Being owned by Some Rich Femdom is often a Fantasy not Reality. Though that nearly happend for me over two decades ago. I doubt it would have been a great match. As really need somebody who fits what are ideal at or into. Certain things are prety neutral or do not make or break a deal. Height is not a real issue as it can be good to be taller or shorter. Women should weigh less than me in general not this BBW which we all know to be BS hehe. Having interests where can talk or communicate about other aspaspects is always a positive too.
Looking4boy2own why do people play these stupid games... I thought I had an interested (local) sub that wanted my ideal D/s relationship... well... he decided he's "...too pretty to be a sub, and wants to go to California to get with a modeling agency..." I didn't tell him that I used to model and stilll have connections... why should I? I thanked him for leading me on and blocked him on all media...
Okay that's over... was back at the gym today for the first time in a bit, lot's going on and been sick so BOO!!!!! Did dead lifts for the first time in a long time (maybe 2-3 months?) 235 pound, 5 reps... not bad still not back up to my record but not bad! Left the gym, went to the grocery store (I see enchiladas in my future...) and came home only to find myself bored... I made my drag performer friend a mix, then decided today was a good day to make BBQ Sauce... oooops... 3 kinds... BBQ, Sweet & Spicy, and Hot... my son came by as I was just starting so I had him help... he's jealous that he can't take any home with him... oh well... time to find my next project... maybe I'll go out back and get that firepit started...
MistressWhipplash I wonder if there any service submissive guys right now who just enjoy being useful to a a Dominant Woman without expecting a list of actions in return.
I also wonder if there are any polite adult gentlemen submissives left.
In his heart is he sad and needs glee,
Seeking to be helpful to a Dominant Woman such as me,
Drive together for meals out and joy,
Where he craves to be my long term boy.
CosmicCunt 10172025
Thank you again to all who reach out with words of encouragement and shared experience. I feel the supportiveness and it gives Me another speck of SOURCE which fills Me and carries over to care of My best friend and mother. Thank you from both of us women. I never have shared much about the dominant nature of mother, but it is enough to say we are matched well.
For those who are DRAINS on My energy, you know well who you are and your presence is the slow bleed in life. One could hope it all balances one out in the end, yet I cannot help keep thinking WHATAWASTEOFCELLS. You have the capacity for greatness and yet you allow EGO to rule you and with it come all the rest of the bedfellows, or more commonly known as the 7 sins. Such a sorrow and I pray you find grace and love in your life.
I am seeking. Many men have flitted in and out, some sharing more of their self and then life gets in the way, and afterall still I am not served, WE are not served. No live in, no part time, and 'Blast! Nothin but mutton to eat." lol
I continue the search and refine, redefine and realign Myself for the PRESANT.
Neolloydia 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.
wayward5oul Saw something on here today that was a HUGE RED FLAG for me.
Some guy checked me out, so I in turn checked him out, and saw that he was using a picture of a former sub or playmate or whatever on his profile, face and all.
I gotta ask, does she know that you are using her picture, showing her ladybits and her face on a bdsm site for all to see?
How many women are having their privacy violated because a guy thinks the best way to advertise himself on here or other sites is to show pics of women, identifying chracteristics and all?
Frst of all, is that all you got? You can't make your own profile attractive on your own? You have to resort to pcitures of other people?
Second of all, how do I know that if I played with a guy who does this to other women, that he wouldn't do it to me also?
I am not the only one that thinks this way. Check out the questions about this on discussion boards on Fet. Lots of women say/think the same thing.
HUGE red flag. HUGE.
whtmtnlady Current Mood......
I have climbed highest mountainsI have run through the fieldsOnly to be with youOnly to be with you
I have runI have crawledI have scaled these city wallsThese city wallsOnly to be with you
But I still haven't found what I'm looking forBut I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I have kissed honey lipsFelt the healing in his fingertipsIt burned like fireThis burning desireI have spoke with the tongue of angelsI have held the hand of a devilIt was warm in the nightI was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found what I'm looking forBut I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I believe in the kingdom comeThen all the colors will bleed into oneBleed into oneBut yes I'm still runningYou broke the bondsAnd you loosed the chainsCarried the crossOf my shameOh my shameYou know I believe it
But I still haven't found what I'm looking forBut I still haven't found what I'm looking forBut I still haven't found what I'm looking forBut I still haven't found what I'm looking for
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UCrave2ServeMe PSA!!! Misogyny and topping from the bottom is alive and well on Collarspace!
The faux wannabe’s start out nice, but within a few words that are contradictory to who they profess to be, they reveal who they are.
They go from so nice, to blocking you after you’ve called them out on their inconsistancies.
These people make it difficult for the men with true hearts, irregardless as to which power dynamic category they self identify as. They take up so much undeserved oxygen.
The most recent exchange went like this.
Unnamed User
greetings Goddess! have You ever been to new york in usa? im 55 single male sub. im eager to serve and worship You. please consider me.
Looking4boy2own First I'd like to say thank you to everyonw who has messaged me offering support and sympathies over my recent health decline, it's been very helpful to feel the support and encouragement!
I have an appointment in a few days with cardio, so hoping for better results when I go in then ...
on the other hand, the shop is going well we have 24 listings on ebay currently and we're excited to keep adding to those listings
I do have to say, I hate having this heat failure, I hate days like today when I am so congested and have no energy, I hate when I feel weak, but it makes me appreciate the good days so much more! Take nothing for granted and enjoy life with good vibes!!!!
COSMlCCUNT 052426
Oy!
Such fragility amongst some members. Not ALL men, but SOME men have been so PAMPERED, so sheltered in this life that they believe ALL WOMEN are there to serve their understandingS and expectationS. I serve God, Me, Mum, and My cat lol You are last on a loooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggg list.
I am NURTURING, KIND and hold HIGH EXPECTATIONS.
You will work to be PHYSICALLY, MENTALLY, SPIRITUALLY 100% available in My presance or you will not be in My life.
If you are interested in serving Me, we will need to get to know one another through speaking by phone.
I am available SUNDAY THROUGH THURSDAY AFTER 6PM EASTERN STANDARD TIME AND THROUGH BLOCKED PHONE, CHAT/MEET OR TEAMS, and WITH ADVANCE NOTICE.
I dont sign in daily and sometimes not for weeks at a time. If we speak once and then dont speak again for several months, WE ARE STARTING OVER.
Keep it real people. Keep it real.
MadameTessaH “The Lesson in the Red Chair – Part II: Temperature Chains”
T.L. Duncan
He knelt perfectly still in front of the red chair, hands behind his back, shoulders trembling just enough for me to know he was alive inside the anticipation.
Good. He should tremble.
Temperature chains demand obedience.
I stepped behind him and let the room settle into silence. A long silence. Long enough that he started to doubt what he’d feel first.
Then I touched the back of his neck with warm oil.
He inhaled sharply.
The oil wasn’t hot—just body-warm. Comforting. Seductive. A touch that coaxed him into trust before breaking it.
“My warmth first,” I murmured.
I smoothed the oil over the top of his shoulders, slow strokes that lulled him into lowering his guard. His breath lengthened. His muscles softened. His head tilted forward in surrender.
Good. Perfect, actually.
Now I changed the temperature.
The ice cube was newly unwrapped, frosty and dripping between my fingers. He didn’t hear it. He didn’t expect it.
And that made it exquisite.
I pressed it to the same spot I had just warmed.
He jerked like a current ran through him—but he stayed kneeling.
“Good boy,” I said quietly.
The praise landed deep.
I traced the ice down the line of his spine, a slow, cruel descent. He shuddered uncontrollably, head dropping forward, breath catching on every inch.
Then I wiped the trail dry with a heated cloth—soft, warm, soothing.
His whole body swayed, caught between two opposites with no ability to prepare for either.
“That’s the point of temperature chains,” I whispered. “Your body stops guessing. It just reacts.”
He exhaled a broken sound—half moan, half plea.
I circled him, letting the warm cloth ghost over his chest, then replaced it with the ice again, pressing it to the hollow of his throat.
He gasped and froze.
“Don’t move,” I warned.
He didn’t. He barely breathed.
I let the ice melt in a slow path over his skin, then chased the trail with my warm palm. Cold. Warm. Cold. Warm.
His head fell back against my thigh.
“You’re unraveling beautifully,” I said, cupping the side of his face gently—warm palm, cold fingertips.
He whimpered at the contrast.
Now that he was soft and undone, the next sequence would hit harder.
I dipped my fingers in the warm oil again, then traced a circle over his sternum.
He relaxed.
And just as the comfort settled—
I lifted the chilled metal spoon.
He didn’t see it. He didn’t hear it.
He only felt the shock when it touched the same oiled spot.
He choked on a moan.
His hands flexed behind his back.
His body bowed toward me.
“Hold your position,” I commanded, voice velvet and steel at once.
He froze, trembling uncontrollably now, his body shaking with a desperate cocktail of cold, warmth, need, and obedience.
I moved the spoon lower, then chased it immediately with warmed fingertips. His breath stuttered. His knees nearly buckled.
“Your body can’t predict me anymore,” I said softly into his ear. “That’s what surrender feels like.”
He nodded, barely able to speak.
“Good,” I whispered. “Because your final temperature test will break what’s left of your control.”
I stepped away to prepare it—just out of his line of sight, just enough for the dread and desire to twist together.
“Be still,” I said. “Lesson three begins now.”
He was still kneeling, barely holding himself together. The temperature chains had wrecked his sense of predictability, and I could feel it in the shivers running through him.
Now it was time to take the one thing he had left— his mind.
I stepped behind him, deliberately quiet, until my thighs brushed the edge of his shoulders. He stiffened, waiting for the next sensation.
But I gave him nothing. No touch. Just silence.
Then I leaned down until my lips hovered a hair’s breadth from his ear.
“Don’t look for my hands,” I whispered. “My voice is what owns you right now.”
His breath hitched.
Good.
I let my breath warm the shell of his ear, slow and soft—not touching, just threatening the touch. He froze in place like prey that knows the predator is right behind it.
“You feel that?” I murmured.
“Yes… Ma’am…”
“That’s not me touching you,” I said. “That’s me deciding you deserve to feel my breath.”
He shuddered so hard his balance wavered.
I slid one hand behind his neck—not gripping, just resting there, letting him know I could take hold at any moment—but my mouth stayed at his ear.
“Your body reacts before you can think,” I whispered. “And that turns me on more than anything else.”
He exhaled sharply, a small, helpless sound.
I didn’t touch him yet.
Instead, I let my lips barely graze the upper curve of his ear—so faint that he might have imagined it. A ghost of contact. A promise.
He whimpered.
Then I broke the almost-touch with a cold whisper:
“Keep your hands behind your back.”
“I— I am, Ma’am…”
“Good. Because if you lift one finger to steady yourself, this ends.”
His spine straightened in panic and obedience at the same time.
Now he was mine.
I brought my mouth closer, slow and controlled, until the tip of my nose brushed the soft edge of his jaw.
“Do you know what I want right now?” I whispered.
“No, Ma’am…”
TotalOwnerforslave Simple Life For A slave
Written by submissive4dominant
its a simple life for a slave. it is removed from the trails and tribulations of the world, it just has one focus, one thing to concentrate its attention on…Master. it can only do its best to follow every order to make life for Master as comfortable, pleasurable and easy as possible. Master has to think, it just has to do.
it has spent the day cleaning, preparing food, working out to make its body attractive for Master, meditating and focusing on how it can be a better slave, maybe practising a new skill it has been told to learn. A text alerts it to the fact that Master is 5 minutes away so it pours His favourite wine and kneels by the door, head bowed.
What happens next will depend on Masters mood. Mostly He will grab the wine, dump His briefcase for the slave to put away and slump onto the sofa. Unless ordered otherwise, the slave will crawl over and carefully remove Masters shoes and give Him an expert foot rub, whilst Master drinks and comes down from the stresses of the day. Of course if it has been a particularly bad day Master might need a different form of attention, need to get rid of His frustrations before He can truly relax. A slap to the kneeling slave as He comes in is the signal that it should go and position itself below the frame, offer its body for Master to release His tension on.
Yes, its a simple life. the slave just needs to live in the moment, it never knows what to expect, doesn’t need to..it just accepts, just obeys. Will it be slapped, will it be stroked…it doesn’t matter each comforts it, lets it know it is fulfilling its purpose in life.
TulipGrace Touch
I am sure I had sensory processing disorder as a kid. I totally remember crying all the time from some of the stuff my mom used to want me to wear, and I remember her just sitting there looking at me totally baffled trying to assure me it was the softest she could find. Or having to stop 15 times on a school field trip to sit on the floor in the middle of a museum and take off my shoes and pull up my socks because they kept shifting in my shoe and the seam was by my toe...
I grew up in the NJ/NY area around Italians, and Jews, and Irish, and lots of "Old World Europeans" who at a minimum bear hugged and kissed one cheek, if not both, if not multiple times each time they greeted you. I am in the Midwest now where they are a little more reserved. I can't remember the last time I got a cheek kiss and most of the hugs are just side hugs... I still tend to crash in and hug anyone I know won't flip out from it though lol. I miss those bear hugs! Getting one now days is enough to bring tears to my eyes my body needs it so much! The chemical release in my brain is outside of my control!
I need this. Need. Need like I need food, water, and shelter. Studies during the pandemic have shown am not alone in this, but my sensory processing issues probably make it a little extreme for me. For years scientists have studies out hands and fingers, joints, skin, etc and their sense of touch, but recently they are becoming interested in a subset of touch sensitive nerves in the core regions of our body, such as the back, which have one been discovered.
*“This second type of sensory nerves send signals to areas of our brains that deal with emotional processing. They are most responsive to skin temperature and gentle, stroking touch. Observational studies find that when people are asked to caress their infant, or their romantic partner, they spontaneously use the slow stroking speeds that these nerve fibres prefer. This touch is subjectively perceived as pleasant; it calms and soothes us physiologically, reducing heart rate and buffering against the effects of stress.
When stimulated, these nerves send signals via the spinal cord to the brain where they release a cascade of neurochemicals. One of the most notable chemicals among these is oxytocin, a hormone released by low-intensity skin stimulation such as hugs. Oxytocin is known to play important roles in social bonding, and can reduce stress and increase our tolerance to pain.
The release of oxytocin during social interactions is context-dependent: only when a hug is wanted will the comforting and rewarding effects be felt. When touch is desired, the benefits are shared by both partners in the exchange.”
This explains my desperate need and the reason I melt like a purring kitten when I get it and shut down like an angry Doberman when I don’t. Take me from a culture that touched all the time, and in sensory processing issues, and then throw widowhood in a post-pandemic world… Touch me. Don’t ever keep it from me. I can’t be held responsible if you do. Just saying…
excerpts from *From the Article “The science of hugging, and why we’re missing it so much during the pandemic by Susannah Walker”
alenaslight Be passionate about the Lord Jesus. Be fervent in spirit. Celebrate one another's victories and build up each other. Rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those who weep. If one part suffers everyone suffers with it. If it is honored so will everyone be honored. This world is charming with all of its shiny fun things but we cannot love this world. This world is a dying world headed straight for destruction along with everything in it. Since Christ suffered we will suffer too not because he doesn't care but because being a member of Christ means this world and the ruler of it hates you just like it hated Him. Christ did not come to take us out of the world. The world belongs to us. The world doesn't belong to the ruler of it currently and for that reason those in Christ suffer. There is a limit on what the ruler of this world can do. He can kill the body but not the soul. What has come onto you is nothing new that others have not gone through. We all have history. We all have a story. This is why community is so important, we can help each other bear the burdens and trials placed on us. Two is better than one and when two or more are gathered in Christ's name he is with them. Christ will never leave you. There is nothing that can separate you from his love. Nothing. Also remember Christ is seated at the right hand of his Father. He is honored and those in Christ whether they live or die will share in the honor in the new world. Live for the approval of God and not for the approval of man. By doing this, you set yourself up for a happy life filled with rewards from God whether you receive them here or the next life is up to him. But know you are blessed in Christ. He will care for you. You will face trials and tribulations here but take heart your creator has overcome the world. The fear of the Lord is the beginning of all wisdom. Wisdom is supreme and with all you receive of it gain understanding. If any of you lack wisdom ask God and he will give it to you. Wisdom is better than gold and in its right hand is long life and in its left hand are riches and honor. Change your life today. Read the gospels and letters. Read them and obey them. Don't bombard yourself. Take it slow. One change is better than no change. And one change often leads to more change. Open your heart to God. Allow Jesus to work in you. Sure it might feel messy. You might cry. You might feel torn down. But Jesus is the potter and all he's doing is making you into a new vessel to hold what he wants to pour into you. Yes healing takes time and honestly God/Jesus they don't work inside of time. They are eternal. Learning, growing, changing it's something we are always gonna do. There's so much to learn. There's so much to experience outside of this shitty world. Please go to Jesus. Please come inside. He's waiting for you ready to talk. Ready to take your hand and walk you through all the good, bad, and ugly. He doesn't run away when you're messy. He stays. He will always be with you. He's your Rock. Your Defender. Your protection. Your best friend. He cares and he wants a relationship with you.
SlutSnuggleButt Let's talk about skin care and smelling good
Morning Routine:
Cleansing: I start my day with a mild cleanser to freshen up my face. It’s essential to remove any impurities that may have settled overnight.
Toning: After cleansing, I use a soothing toner. This helps in balancing the skin's pH and prepares it for the next steps.
CosmicCunt Ladies - feel free to contact Me anytime to discuss your experiences here with the unfavorables. I have an open door policy when it comes to protecting our interests and there are some parasites here who make it their lifes work to penetrate our defenses in an effort to conquer through deception. It is a rotten business and sours the landscape for honest and true relationships with men of distinction here.
I was reading some journal entries of other dominant women and was alarmed at the amount of similarities to their journeys here. Are we all speaking to the same men/man? Its a fact that Mr. Mindf*ck is spreading his disinformation seed all over. So I have started reaching out to other women. Do you hear that you VOCATIONAL POS PARASITE? One way or another, you will find your breeding grounds drying up. You messed with a very nice but very dogged lady and while I forgive, I never forget an injustice. So while you are creating or discharging both submissive and dominant entities, I will continue to contact other women and asking for them to reach out to Me if they wish to exchange notes. Mind you, we too have form letters, so dont get your hopes up that energy is being spent on you - energy is being spent protecting women from predators such as yourself and energy is being spent in sisterhood ensuring men of worth have clear passage.
Time to buckle up boys, Mama's Got a Brand New Bag! Good luck! lol torturedfacepillow A Perfect Circle: "The Thirteenth Step".
Alex Fleming: The baby monitor. South Park Studios.
Lloyd Ahlquist: Microsoft Office. Chas T. Main.
David Charlebois. The World Wide Web. The Adult Video Awards.
Kara Williamson: America's Funniest Home Videos. Fox News.
Roshay Reddy: The stun gun. Judge Rotenberg Center.
Daniel Monahan: The drum machine. Death Row Records.
Jenna Williamson: The terminal process. MUSH Park.
Cody Keiser: The duct tape wallet. Tool.
Mathilda Gagnon: The collectible card game. MoveOn.
Peter Tsaptsaris: The Tamagotchi. Persel.
Allison Haimes: Arabica blend. Starbucks Coffee.
Pat Ware: The Quake engine. The Respite Center.
SlutSnuggleButt Embracing My Feminine Submission 🌸✨
Today, I find myself reflecting deeply on my journey of submission, a path sprinkled with the soft petals of my femininity and the resonating echo of my girlish heart. There's an undeniable intertwining of these identities, each one validating and magnifying the other, creating a tapestry of self that I continue to weave with delicate, yet eager hands. 🎀. OMG, Total introspection! Like, deep-diving into my submissive heart and its BFF relationship with all things girly and femme. It’s crazy how these parts of me just click together. It’s as if the universe went, “Hey girl, here’s some sparkle for your soul,” and BAM, I’m living my authentic self. 💁✨
Being submissive isn't just a role I've adopted; it's a celebration of my most authentic self, where my natural inclinations to yield and please are not just accepted but revered. It's in this sacred space that my girlishness - the sweet, effervescent joy I find in the simplest things, and my feminine essence - the flowing well of nurturing, intuitive emotion, come together in a beautiful, symbiotic dance. 💃❤️.
It is like...my heart’s home. It’s where my love for pleasing isn’t just okay; it’s adored. And this space? It’s where my inner girl - all giggles, twirls, and happy tears - gets to hang out with my woman-self. They chat, they laugh, they cry, they share skincare tips (lol), and together, they’re just me. 💕👛
Now, let’s talk fashion, because honey, my subby side loves to dress up. It’s like every outfit is a secret message, all “this is me, this is real.” The fabrics kiss my skin, the swish of a skirt, the jingle of my bangles - girl, it’s all part of the symphony, you know? 🎵👠
I dress myself in the aesthetics of my submission, each garment a symbol of soft surrender. The silk feels like whispers against my skin, the colors, pastel or vibrant, mirror my mood, and the act of choosing what to wear is less about fabric and more about wrapping myself in a visible representation of my identity. The bangles on my wrists sing with every movement, a gentle, constant reminder of the delicate strength I carry within. 💅👗
But real talk, submission isn’t just a look. It’s like...a heart agreement. It’s built on mega trust and this super special respect-package. It’s not a solo gig, either. It takes two to tango, and when His strong, guiding hand finds mine? Magic. It’s like I’m free in a way only us in the know get. 🙈💫. it goes beyond the tangible. My submission is painted in the strokes of trust, painted with the brush dipped in the hues of reverence and devotion. It's an artwork that requires two, though - one to surrender and one to accept the offering. It's a mutual dance, and when guided by a firm, loving lead, I find the purest freedom, a paradox that only those in this intricate dynamic can truly understand. 🌹🔐
In my day-to-day, whether I'm tending to my tasks, engaging with others, or lost in quiet moments of reflection, my submission hums softly in the background, a soundtrack only I can hear. It's in the way I craft my space, a blend of comfort, beauty, and order. It's in the way I express my care for those around me, a pour from the pitcher of my heart. And it's most loud and clear in the stillness of the night, when I journal my thoughts and experiences, each word a thread in the tapestry of my submissive journey. 🌙✍️
The resilience of my journey isn't lost on me. There's a profound strength in vulnerability, a courage in femininity that the world often overlooks. As I continue this journey, I do so with an open heart, celebrating the girly joy, the sensual submission, and the intricate femininity that makes me whole. Here's to the paths we walk, the roles we cherish, and the selves we continue to discover. 🥂💕
TeaMenthe My Fool, My Leash, My Afternoon - a Fantasy for a Future slave
The morning of the faire I lay his costume out on the bed with the particular satisfaction of a woman who has planned something she intends to enjoy thoroughly. The motley is excellent, deep jewel tones, the bells on the collar catching the light, the cut of it deliberately absurd in the way that only works on a man with genuine physical presence. Foolishness on an unimpressive man reads as foolishness. Foolishness on a man like him reads as theater, as choice, as the most interesting thing in any room he enters. He understands this. He puts it on without comment, with the quiet dignity he brings to everything I ask of him, which is itself part of what makes it so delicious.
The leash attaches to his collar with a sound I find unreasonably satisfying.
I am wearing the corset, deep burgundy with black lacing, the kind of construction that does what good corsetry always does: makes the architecture of a woman into an argument that cannot be refuted. My skirts are full, my shoulders bare, and I carry myself the way I carry myself everywhere, which is to say as though the ground has been expecting me specifically. We make, I think, an extraordinary pair. The Goddess and her Fool. The implicit story of us readable to anyone with eyes and the wit to use them.
He walks two steps behind me and slightly to my left, the leash held loosely in my right hand, and I feel the particular pleasure of his presence the way you feel good weather: as a condition of the atmosphere, something that improves everything around it simply by existing.
The faire opens around us in all its chaotic, fragrant, anachronistic glory and I move through it with the unhurried ease of a woman who has nowhere to be except exactly here.
It is the stocks that I have been thinking about since I planned this outing.
They are positioned in the center of the square, heavy oak weathered to silver, historically accurate in their construction and entirely available for use by willing participants. I steer us toward them with the gentle but unambiguous redirection of the leash, and he feels the change in direction and does not ask where we are going. He has learned not to ask where we are going.
"In you go," I say pleasantly, nodding to the attendant, who opens the upper board with the cheerful efficiency of someone who has done this many times and finds it no less entertaining for the repetition.
He folds himself into position. The board comes down. His wrists and neck are held, his posture suddenly and completely at the mercy of the construction, and I step around to face him with my hands clasped lightly in front of me and look at him with the full and unhurried attention I reserve for things I am enjoying very much.
He looks up at me from his locked position with that expression. The one I have catalogued. The one that contains too many things to name.
I lean down until we are level, my face close to his, close enough that the bells on his collar would brush my cheek if either of us moved. Around us the faire continues its noise and color, children running, merchants calling, the distant sound of a lute being played with more enthusiasm than skill. No one stops. Several people look. Some smile. I do not acknowledge any of them.
"Comfortable?" I ask.
"No, Goddess."
"Good."
I straighten and produce from the small bag at my wrist a piece of the honeyed pastry I purchased at the last stall, and I eat it slowly, with evident pleasure, directly in front of him. He watches. The bells are very still.
"You look," I say thoughtfully, tilting my head, "exactly right."
A small crowd has gathered at a comfortable distance, the way people gather around anything that has the quality of performance, and I am aware of them the way I am aware of weather, peripherally, without concern. I reach out and adjust the bells on his collar with one finger, a gesture so proprietary and so casual that I hear the quality of his exhale change completely.
"We will stay here," I inform him, "until I finish my pastry and decide I want to see the falconers. Which gives you approximately," I pause, taking another unhurried bite, "as long as it takes me to eat this."
He says nothing. His eyes do not leave my face.
The afternoon light falls across the faire in long gold bars and my corset is exactly right and my fool is exactly where I put him and I am, in this moment, precisely as content as a woman who has arranged her Saturday exactly to her specifications has every right to be.
I take a very small bite.
I am in no hurry at all.
HouseOfHarold Those striking blue eyes gazed up at me, filled with worry. I had just finished an in-depth discussion about one of my business endeavors with her sister, who had offered her insights. As soon as "puppy" left the room, this one rushed in, knelt at my feet, and wrapped her arms around one of my legs. Both of these girls are my property, collared and devoted. One calls me Master, and the one looking at me with such concern calls me Daddy."Daddy," she started, her voice trembling slightly, "you always talk to puppy about work and projaspects, but never to me..."I knew what she was getting at. This wasn't about changing my behavior, but about reassuring her of her value and role."Well, sweetheart," I replied, choosing my words with care, "do you think you'd understand what I was talking about if I included you in these discussions?"She paused, then nodded slowly. "I think I would, Daddy. I mean, I'd try!"I smiled gently. "Little princess, you could try as hard as you want, but you wouldn't be fulfilled by it. You're comparing yourself to your sister, and that's not fair to either of you."Einstein had a quote that fit this situation perfectly:"Everyone is a genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will spend its whole life believing that it is stupid."She wasn't particularly intellectually inclined, and that was okay. Her role in my life wasn't about deep conversations or business strategies. She was my companion, a soft and warm presence for cuddling or holding hands. She was my background noise, chatting about coloring, makeup, and other girly topics while I listened with a smile. She was there to please me, happily using her body to relieve my stresses and desires. But business wasn't her forte, and I wasn't about to force her into something she wasn't suited for.Some might say I'm limiting her by encouraging her to stay in her lane, but let me give you another example.I'm fascinated by astronomy. The planets, stars, and moons, the chaos and order of it all. I enjoy listening to Neil deGrasse Tyson talk about gravity and watching old Carl Sagan videos. But that's where my interest ends. I wouldn't be happy trying to comprehend the deeper complexities of space. I'm content running my businesses and enjoying my harem. That's enough for me.Reassured, the little one returned to her chatter, nuzzling and kissing me softly. She didn't need to understand the intricacies of my work; she just needed to be the little girl she always wanted to be. Soft, warm, cuddly, and secure in her place.Everyone is a genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will spend its whole life believing that it is stupid.
PrettySissyTS OK OK OK OK OK OOOOOKAYY Attn: MASTERS /OWNERS
i offically have the funds to get me anywhere in the united states i think. if you dont know me by now i have been seeking and owner /master to spend the rest of our times together. with that been said allow me to tell you ALLL about me incase your intrested in onwing a sissy pet. (Ps. excuse any grammer erros and or misspelling)
MY NAME IS MATEO OCAMPO AKA: MAKAYLA ERMOSA..
i am currently 24 going on 25 on april 9. i am average to fit build. hmmm lemmie see well im an aries but a very unique on... since my characteristics lean towards leading and what not and knowing i am not one to assume a leadership rolll anything that over powers me. enslaves me or take the ability away to do what i want TURNS ME THE HECK ON!!! i crave it dramatically lol
knowing that ive develoed a sumissive personality and beacame a really really obidient little sissy property piece not to mention my youth and sexy boddy heeehee .....--- hmm this isnt coming out to well so ill stop right here and will rewrite on this topic when i get a spontaioius streak of the proper thought and bettter explained
nevertheless for now here you go please feel free to ask away just if you can possable make it a multiplle choice questions lol it would help me answer better lol
umm but yea long story short:
i have money to buy a ticket and go anywhere in the US i am a very willing kind obident sexxy little play thing looking to be owned. i am very adaptable and could be molded into literally LITERALLY anything you desire and pretty dam good at it too lol ( i could just tell ) :)
so imagnin haveing a sexii little thing in the palm of your hands.. within a few weeks of training you have a very willing enthousiastic sissy toy doing exactly what you crave exactlly the way you crave it. sound yummy huh lol
so freaken florida is making it hard to obtain HRT and since i stopped before the bill went into place theres even more hurtles to get them :( it sucks so bad i havent been on inlike 3-4 month i think... i forgot... so one of the very first things i want to do is get back on HRT as soon as possible. but dont worry im still cute petite and feminim :) juss saying lol
silentdeer I've been in the lifestyle since my early 20's. I am my area MAsT group leader. I use to be very active in the NYC area bdsm scene, have atended many events through the years about north eastern USA. I do not do play, and am not a bedroom submissive. I am a slave all of the time, in my daily life. I am not submissive to everyone, I have owned and run my own business, been a boss to many people in my jobs through the years. The world does not know I am slave, nor do they need to know such, I simply am who I am all the time. I can not turn myself on and off. I live life to the fullest that I am cabable of doing. I serve with my heart and bering, in all I do, yes, even when I am sans a master.
Would it not be dishonorable, dishonest and disloyal for me to be on this site and be owned or collared and not have such stated in my profile as well as have checked that I am actively seeking a dominant male? I believe it would be. If I were owned, collared, in a relation, or even simply focusing on someone at the time, I would state such perfectly clearly in my profile for all to see. I am here seriously seeking someone, this is not a game to me. Read my profile please, then consider contacting me. First impressions mean a whole lot.
quirkylittle4daddy this came to me last night as they do....the multi level.
first level is the lyrics:
"Touch, touch
I remember touch
Touch, touch
I remember touch
Where do I belong?
Touch, I need something more
I remember touch
I need something more in my mind
Touch, I remember touch
Pictures came with touch
A painter in my mind
Tell me what you see
A tourist in a dream
A visitor, it seems
A half-forgotten song
Where do I belong?
Tell me what you see
I need something more
Kiss, suddenly alive
Happiness arrive
Hunger like a storm
How do I begin?
A room within a room
A door behind a door
Touch, where do you lead?
I need something more
Tell me what you see
I need something more
Home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer, you're
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer
You're home, hold on
If love is the answer, you're
Touch, sweet touch
You've given me too much to feel
Sweet touch
You've almost convinced me I'm real
I need something more
I need something more"
love of a 5d radical detachment spiderweb synchronistic beyond the physical vibe ting.
then we go to the actual song for the layer, pauls intonation and the cloudy vibes emphasize...
TO---UU-CCHHH.
TOUCH!
A YEEEEEEEE
re MEM bah TOUCH!
the key is in how he says it...you could simply speak, touch. i. re.mem.ber. touch. but he choses how to speak it in a way that carries a deeper message.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Gkhol2Q1og&pp=ygUPdG91Y2ggZGFmdCBwdW5r
4 years ago this fellow probably scriber made this video. amalgamizing from the person's text video from another daft punk that i actually either didn't see or didn't remember that synched perfectly to it.
i want to emphasize in my 20s i took the blowing up to mean literal but now at 37 forward i see it as radical detachment..the key isn't ejecting it's removing what seems so familiar and deeply you to ascend to another playing level of life. it feels like it's exploding but it actually is simply elevating.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wP1w5M0F57U
i'll always be salty that daft punk stopped sharing the message and the lessons...but we all know when it's time to let it go and be the merlin like in the 1998 movie that only tells stories. i'm just salty they are simply telling stories and not in it anymore. but whatever i'll get over it. they'll always be grandfathers, masters, ascendedness in more ways than one. and well at least they are still around there's that.
side note on the message if you are on my frequency and you've seen this movie/tv special you are probablllllllllly like me that queen mab was the end beginning and everything and her son mordred is the best boy hottie husband/boyfriend/romantic attraction if men are your deal. if he an arthur we don't want em. funny thing is, with all this esoteric work i've done i've cracked a code that some men that carry the archangel michael energy in their souls tend to have either slightly or obsessively horrible connections with their moms and how it is their personal life lesson to balance their nurturing protective nature in the reflection on earth with their parental upbringing. and wellll mordred babe DEF reflaspects that.
at least for me the key is to be queen mab, bellatrix, galaxia from sailor moon etc. but NOT kill people this time...wield the same thing but be cutting and cunning..but don't go full in. the balance is the lesson this time around.
skinprof Things have changed yet AGAIN!
My father has declined to the point , that he is afraid to move in with me. I structured my whole life around this. Closed my business, left my condo, friends, clients, swing dance community, and support network, plus my Sir.
I didn't pick this place for job opportunities, I was going to care for my father until the end.
He backed out of coming twice and then let it slip that they, my niece, her failing husband and my father were moving 15 hours away! I may never see him again! My world has turned upside down.
Now I'm scrambling to get reciprocity for my license, sending out reaumes, and praying to secure employment. Starting over yet again.
The one good thing out of this, is the bathroom in the cottage, is completely renovated. It is stunning , just gorgeous! Porcelain tiled shower , elegant grab bars, not clinical looking at all, all metal shower fixtures, top quality, new toilet, new sink, beautiful oval mirror and lights. When renovating, when the wall was stripped down, we even found a window! I prepped the bedroom, learned to skim coat, scraped sanded, and primed it. I found gorgeous furniture for the parlor, a large couch, chair and a half and a darling tiny gingham print wing chair. A gas operated cast iron stove stove is in place and hooked up. Now I need to finish the kitchen. I stripped the wall paper boarders, several of them. Then came across a metal seam! Uuuugh! Put one layer of skim coating and need to sand that down. Another one or two more coats , then I sand and paint.
At this point I haven't decided whether I'll do my esthetic business or a small daycare out of the cottage. Either way, I need a part time job before I decide, and complete it. I landscaped the front of it, and it looks darling. The covered screenedin front porch has two Amish gliders. I saw my dad in those, rocking outside , safe and comfortable. Siiiiigh.
Anyhoo, I need to push forward, live in the now for a bit.
My Sir has been out , and his next time is on my birthday.
Hopefully all will go smoothly this time. Last time work took two of our days together 💩💩.
Miss him being around the corner. I can't believe it's been over two years!
toxiclostheart Finally re-dyed my hair for the first time in six months. Made a mess of it, all over me, but the colors are better than i could have hoped for. Unfortunately it did not help my mental state at all, which was what i was most hoping for. But at least now i can get my new driver's license and have pretty colored hairs in my picture.
Daddy has been so patienct with my mental state, or lack thereof, and i need to find a way to make it up to Him. How he deals with me i will never know, but i am beyond thankful.
This week also started our doctor appointments...hopefully we are able to start the disability process for Him quickly so that we have a dual income again. And i know He hates not being able to contribute financially due to His health. The doctor told Him that although He is only 41, He has to consider Himself 75 physically, and that is a tough pill to swallow.
For me i'm sure they will try and give me medications again, and i'll accept it for my blood pressue as it is beyonf sky-high but other than that i prefer not to take anything....i would rather allow my body to heal itself....even if it is really bad at doing so...
RelevantWellephant I am a humble Mistress.I come from humble beginnings that led to spending large amounts of my life in my own head with limited trust in others.Neglect.I'm very new to understanding what that really means and how deeply it has shaped me.I think, on some level, I look for the spirit of a man who can see his future partner at her best, at her worst......and everywhere in between.The whole package.Someone who trusts that she works harder than anyone else at freeing the bonds within herself so she can radiate the light she was meant to shine.
I'm less likely to continue surface-level chatter, though I'll use it when I'm spinning too many plates.The kind of friends where, if I visited their home, they'd already have the St. Andrew's Cross waiting for me, a place to sleep, breakfast in the morning...I'm frequently busy with work or entertaining potential submissives (just the way it is). If there's delay in response, this is most likely the cause. I do try to get back to everyone. However, sometimes, I miss people or do not respond because there's real lack of effort in even saying anything in your letter to me.
I live a busy, interesting, full, and engaging life— in abundance or scarcity. I am, and will be for the foreseeable future, deeply engaged in personal healing and development. For those of you that think all of that should be in my past and not cloud my present? I think you're parcially correct. I also believe part of it will unfold naturally, as is realistic, for the rest of my life. I'm looking in part for a partnership we can point out, when misbehaving, questioning where the behavior is coming from and not taking things so personally so as not to hurt each other mentally or emoationally. I'm looking for someone who supports what I need to propel me toward what's calling me in this season of my life.A life that blends vanilla and kink.I know it's damn near impossible to find that in the vanilla world.Then stack BDSM on top of it?I've been out here long enough.We'll know it when we've found it. I've built a solid track record of moving myself in the right direction.I can only imagine the heights with the right connection and support from an adoring partnerMy number one love language is words of affirmation.
CDSissy5550 He held up a bottle of bright red nail polish and placed it in front of me.
“Your hands give you away,” he said. “If you’re going to commit to this, commit all the way.”
I uncapped the bottle, my hands shaking slightly. One careful brushstroke became another. A few mistakes forced me to start over, but gradually each fingernail gleamed with a glossy crimson finish.
“Now your toes,” he instructed.
I hesitated, then nodded. When I finished, i sat quietly, waiting for the polish to dry. I glanced in the mirror, saw myself in lingerie, make-up, wig and red nails.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
I turned ny hands over, studying them from every angle. Such a small change, yet somehow it felt surprisingly significant. Every glance reminded me that I crossed another line.
He smiled.
“Good. You’re beginning to notice the details. Sometimes the smallest changes are the hardest to ignore—and the hardest to forget.”
Golden50 I’m interested in meeting a confident, respectful Dominant who values trust, communication, and mutual respect. I’m looking for a genuine connection with someone who understands that the best dynamics are built on honesty, consent, and getting to know each other first. If you’re kind, emotionally mature, and enjoy good conversation as much as chemistry, I’d love to hear from you. I am also open to talking to couples
LilViciousLala I am pathetic.
After everything that happened I swore off this life. I deleted Fet, removed all my social media, removed all my chats EXCEPT FOR CS only because I was afraid in the next few years if I returned to this life it would take Forever to make a new CS account. Which I guess is good as I have 1 avenue I can share these thoughts. In summary, I'm pathetic. I didn't even last 3 weeks before I was deeply depressed.
Which doesn't matter as I don't have a Master anyways.
By the way Master Tim wherever you are now, dead or alive, you owe me. You owe me big time. I was newly married, a house wife, in my 20's and I went online (back then) on Yahoo chat. I had just found a book on Gor the first book in the series and I had questions and I didn't know what to do with these newly discovered feelings. I just wanted to know what this meant. I'm a black female who was married to a black man and I had shown him what I saw and wanted to engage it. My husband said what black woman would ever want that life. I was mortified. Is there something wrong with me? I just wanted to know. Then I found Master Tim.
Master Tim you didn't have to show me the lifestyle. For 5 years.
You wanted to meet outside of chat day 1 of talking. I agreed and thought I'd was being smart by saying a public place .. Like the library. You pulled up an older white man with leather on and a motorcycle. You looked like you came from the wrong side of the tracks. I was young (in my 20's but truancy officers still stopped me), newly married, black female who was probably too naive for my own good. I watched you sit on your motorcycle. I knew it was you. You didn't look like you belonged here.. it was thrilling to watch you knowing you were just like in the books. You finally got off your bike and went inside. I wanted to see more, observe more. I went inside. I didn't see you and went deeper looking through the book aisles. You cornered me and said my chat handle. I nodded and you said you knew it was me something about being able to tell a submissive girl.
Side note: I have heard that over the years. A man would look at me and be like your submissive or a slave and I would be like how do you know. This always happened in a vanilla setting where I was not behaving in a submissive way to me but I was always called out.
I digress. You reached slowly to touch my breast and I didn't fight you or anything. I didn't know what to expect but I knew from the book and Yahoo chat this is what is to happen if He/You wanted. I got nervous and you stopped. What if we were spotted and this was my town what if a friend of my husband saw us... See I was naive and stupid. You told me to take you to my home. I nodded and did. JUST met this man and did. I was lucky you didn't hurt me. I brought you into my home and you whistled. I was proud of my house. You then ordered me to kneel and you stripped me. You put me in the correct position for kneeling and you touched my pussy and breasts. I was in heaven. I can't describe the feeling of being under that gaze that makes you forget how ugly and fat you are. That gaze that makes you feel womanly, sexy and that you'll do anything for Him. Master Tim gave me his address and told me to meet you at your house tomorrow if I was serious.
I was serious. I did everything you commanded. I was not perfect. I was tired. Annoying. Hell, you had to order me to fuck my husband (my first Master was so considerate). When you worked late, I went out with the "girls" at your commands so you wouldn't be bored. Tired up in the back of your party bus. The patrons thought it was a great gag. When you parked and they went to the clubs to party you couldn't leave the bus. We had fun. Whatever Master wanted. Needed.
Then one day out of the blue you said your were sick/hurt and that you were moving to Georgia. And left. Just like that. I was released and you were gone. Over the phone. A year or so back I had begged you to meet me divorce my husband so I could be your slave full time. You said you couldn't give me the life I was used to. I'm not an idiot. I realized you lived in poverty let's be honest and I was upper middle class but that didn't matter to me. I just wanted this life but permanent. I thought I could say least prove to you that I was what you wanted but you were gone. I didn't even get a say.
I was devastated. I was crying on the bed and my husband sat next to me. He said that our first 3 years of marriage/dating was hard but these last 5 years have been pure bliss. Now I'm home crying like I lost a family member. He gently asked if I had been cheating. I told him yes. That it was bdsm and he said he didn't realize how important it was to me. He would try. My husband found out I was cheating our whole marriage and said he'll be what I needed to be happy. I agreed.
It lasted a mere thought. The man is just not built like that and I was trained in the strictest version of bdsm. He was doomed to fail.I was depressed sad and this life I can't stand anymore. Everything made sense with Master Tim. This... This life didn't.. I got divorced.
I've had Masters after Tim but ... I'm not worthy. I'm not submissive. I'm a slave. They are different to me. I get excited at options cuz I'm used to not having them and honestly I don't really want the choices. I'm a slave. I do as commanded. That feels right. I don't mind getting to make a recommendation but ... Yeah ...I'm too old now to keep looking for a Master. Youth is not on my side and my pretty looks is aging. It's harder to stay slim naturally and ... I really hate this life. I wish I never found that damn book. I wish I never had good Masters and then bad Masters but regardless Masters. I wish I could be normal and vanilla and that I don't long for the strict confined world I can no longer be a part of.
I wish there was a way for the pain to end.
It's so incredibly painful to be this way, I can't help it, and there is no counterpart. Its worse than being lonely. I'm a slave with no Master. I can't breathe, I can't think, I try desperately to never engage to not think of this life. it wasn't supposed to be this way and like I said lated 3 weeks. I'm pathetic.
RAWRSUB Surviving Dead by Daylight:
In the shadows, I roam, chased by dread,
In "Dead by Daylight," where hope hangs by a thread.
Heart racing, I evade, my breath but a sigh,
Survivor in this twisted game, never ready to die.
Through the fog and the fear, I must find my way,
Trapped in this nightmare, where I cannot stray.
With every heartbeat, a killer draws near,
But I must persevere, conquer my fear.
Pallets crash, windows shatter, as I make my stand,
Against the darkness closing in, in this cursed land.
Alone or with others, we fight side by side,
In this deadly game where survival is our pride.
Generators hum, a beacon of hope in the night,
Guiding me towards dawn, towards the light.
Though hunted and haunted, I refuse to yield,
In "Dead by Daylight," my fate is sealed.
So I'll run, I'll hide, I'll do what I must,
To escape this fate, to rise from the dust.
A survivor, a warrior, in this never-ending fight,
In "Dead by Daylight," I'll cling to the light.
D00mKitty Well life is different. After 12 years of being owned almost 1 year being Free and looking to step foot back into things again. I am looking to start with a play partner or so and work my way up. Vetting will be a must. I am not going to just drop to my knees at first meeting we need to get to know boundaries limits likes dislikes each other etc. Play parties with local hosts and munches can and will be enjoyed. why things failed from my perspective. Rose colored glasses came off when I was the one putting 99% of the effort into the relationship. I stayed faithful throughout but he cheated. He stopped putting effort in first as a dom then as a partner yet still married him. I was trying to hold onto the spark we had in the begining and the man I saw so full of potential. I cooked I cleaned I provided I got forgotten. No birthday christmas mothers day nothing. I had to on many occasions buy my own presents. Even when he picked them I then had to pay for them (we were both working) I made his dreams come true he wanted to own this kind of vehicle sure thing. a motorcycle here got ya set up for one. Hey you need a motorcycle club to join I networked and found one that I thought he would mesh with. I got the day after christmas chocolate covered cherries on clearance and the only kind i didnt like (theres 2 major kinds i didnt want the creme ones) I wanted to be touched loved fucked beaten and i got ehh nothing. I made him a little jealous by going to a kink party without and he came the next one but the flogging just didnt have his heart in it and i could tell. My platonic play partner did a better job than my spouse. He had Poly Pride tattoeed on his person so I asked to find a girlfriend and he blew his stack at me screaming calling me all sorts of names and even by his ex wifes name. Gaslight me about his sexuality that he had told me years ago he was ace (nope never said that) Tried to gaslight me on that argument and broke some of my boundaries that night. I asked him to go to therapy and find couples therapy. He went a couple times then quit. I tried to hold on hope until my kid said mom your not happy dont wait for me to graduate go be happy. So Now thats what I am.
TotalOwnerforslave automatic dishwasher
Ingrid Bellemare from her book "Owning and Training a Male Slave".
“Having a slave is like having an automatic dishwasher: set it up and make it do the work. It is there to serve your needs. If something is not working right take corrective action until it's fixed”
quirkylittle4daddy the dark god & goddess: archangel michael and sophia, AKA the daddy dominant and little girl Vibe. through algorithmic divination—how spirit uses music and tech for ascension vibes
the shuffle algorithm divination is so immaculate today. all started out with the synergy of the dark guy and the dark guy with WHITE LIGHTS(spirit changes it to lights to me instead of lies because it's shining light on the black areas of life which lies are dark too) AND BLACK BEACHES summer bummer.
"It's never too late to be who you wanna be (swimmin' in my safe)
To say what you wanna say (tattoo on my face, swimmin' in my safe)
And it's never too late to leave if you wanna leave (better not)
Or to stay if you wanna stay, "
"Hip-hop in the summer (what? What? What?)
Don't be a bummer, babe (what? What? Yeah?)"
i try lana but just like a few days ago i am a rock bottom bummer at times but that's why we're dark you and i. we go there but come back.
this bit requires nuance that a lot of people don't have. you can read this as a bad characteristic..but if you are able to again hold the line be sovereign and fully let go and go back to yourself, this is literally just giving into SAILOR VENUS LOVE ME CHAIN, LOVE AND BEAUTY SHOCK, ROLLING HEART VIBRATION, WINK CHAIN SWORD SHIT...it's just an intense way of loving and fighting for girlies.
it's why i say coming in love and peace viciously and violently. the love and peace is there but it's done in an intense and assertive and if need be aggressive nature. world and other people's choice.
what happens when these two forces unite?
"What? (What? They been at it, check it out) huh? (we been out here, yeah)
Slide inside it, diddy boppin', milly rockin' (what? What? Whoo!)
She just might become my lover for real (yeah that's girl, for real, for real)
I might fuck with her all summer for real (for real, for real)
They better not holler if I cuff her for real (for real, for real)
Niggas better run for cover for real
Goin' bell how I feel, close the deal, pop a seal
Take the whip, two pills on the lips on the real (for real, for real)
what's the difference between the love and light and the dark creator energy?"
when these songs or energies show up the love and light tribe go ew toxic scary needs to transmute redirect avoid pray away eject.
the dark crowd say, i have that in me. namaste. i see it in you. these lyrics aren't offensive or mean, they are admitting how crazy and overwhelming things are at times. and not only do i namaste it.
"White lies and black beaches, miles in between us
Is this love or lust or some game on repeat? It's like makin' me crazy
Tell me, "have patience", baby, I need this
White lines and black beaches
White lies and black beaches and blood-red sangrias
We traveled for weeks, just to escape your demons
But you've got your reasons in makin' me crazy
But you've got your reasons, white lights and black beaches
High tops in the summer (top out, hop out, hop out)
Don't be a bummer, babe (top out, hop out, hop out)
Don't be a bummer (top out, hop out, hop out)
Don't be a bummer"
jump the fuck in let's go for a fucking ride together. keep your shit tight i keep my shit tight and let's jump with the parachute into it head first.
"Not even they can stop me now
Boy, I'll be flying overhead
Their heavy words can't bring me down
Boy, I've been raised from the dead"
highlighted with aliana's unfold song....the problem with urban flora is the entire album is a insight into this type of woman. the mermaid the siren, the dark goddess, the oshun, the yemoja(that's how it comes to me spelling wise naturally and i know it's not 'right' ), and starseed wise on a galactic wise the dark beings from sirius lemuria and other water places. the project for me is to audio note play by play the album because i can't honor the water roots in text. but that's going to be a big undertaking....to be noted.
but this is what happens when the chaotic dark man and woman unite. again 3d puts this as boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife...and while that sustainability provides the most continual long term optimal..5d can have you unfold in a second, in a moment, in a few days, in a few weeks..just by an exchange. and opening up to fully receive that in the same short term capacity with full abandon without titles allows a higher elevation with letting go of the need to control how long how strong how exactly it goes.
"Cover my thoughts in gold
I'm your flower, watch me unfold
My vulnerability, letting you consume me
The parts of me that eyes can't see
The glowing underneath
Picking off the petals
I'll let you if you're gentle
Hey, watch me unfold
Watch me unfold
Watch me unfold
Hey, watch me unfold
Watch me unfold
Watch me
Hey, he says that I'm glowing
Hey, He says that I'm glowing
This kind of love we can't control
The art of touch, I am covered in gold
I know that you feel me now
No I'm never going down
The parts of me buried underneath
The glowing, don you see?
I know that you feel me now
No I'm never going down
Hey
Hey
Hey, watch me unfold
Watch me unfold
Watch me unfold
Hey, watch me unfold
Watch me unfold
Watch me
Hey, he says that I'm glowing
Hey, He says that I'm glowing
The kind of love we can't control
The kind of love we can't control
The kind of love we can't control
The kind of love we can't control
The kind of love we can't control
This kind of love we can't control
Love, love
We can't control
The kind of love
We can't control
This kind of love we can't control
The love we can't control"
the woman goes through the brooklyn baby. i feel i literally squeezed all the seeds out of that and previous posts can be referenced for the meaning behind that.
summary bit here.
We talked about how "Brooklyn Baby" by Lana Del Rey represents the swan song not just for the Sophia energy but for Michael in the 3D—the energy that lives between spiritual masculinity and
Minoan When punishing a girl, a discerning owner will not restrain her. The purpose of punishment is to teach a lesson and that lesson is usually one of helping her learn control. Sometimes of what she says, other times of what she does or doesnt do. She has to learn a better way, to understand the needs of the one she serves, and to behave accordingly.
When I punish it is with a cane. The girl is bent over something like a bed or desk or chair, and allowed to get set into a position. My preferred place for punishment is over a desk, arms either outstretched in front or to the sides, legs spread but not excessively, and the girl's rear exposed. Then I use chalk to mark where her hands and feet are and we begin.
The rules are simple. No outbursts or the count starts over. No lifting hands or feet or the count starts over. If the chalk lines are excessively smudged, the count starts over.
She counts.
She may ask permission for an interlude, but if she does so without good reason then the count starts again.
If she cannot control herself when it is wholly to her benefit to do so, then perhaps this is not the world for her. If she can, then the punishment serves its purpose, she atones and life moves on to more pleasurable things.
Either way, his will be done should be the mantra on every girls lips.
abpansy shy small subby alone single long time now seeking a dom daddy or any daddy to baby me his ways south west or suunny Bournemouth check me page on here pm me plzzzzzzzzzzzz Daddy little one in waiting huggs melissakins xxxxxxxxxxxx
DallasDomCpl We have selected one male to do the trial period next weekend which is May 13th - 15th we have notified him and he has agreed to to do the trial period. This does not mean we will accept him he must be compatible with us and once he is here we will be able to see if he is all talk or can acutally walk the walk. If we do accdpt him we will put another journal entry so you all know the postion is taken.
What does that mean for you now if you have been going through the process?
It means you did not get the first chance at the trial period it does not mean you will not get the chance. He might not even show up. If he does he may not meet our expectations so sound off and let us know you are still hoping for a chance. If you messaged us and we have not began the process with you we will not even begin with you until we go through the many applicants that have began the process.
We are till looking for one female slave so if you are a female slave that is interested let us know if you are one that we are currently considering know that this does not affect your chance.
What was the reason that we chose him over the many other candidates. Frankly for the most part many of you that we did not choose were close in the running but this guy was the only one out of more than twenty guys who does not claim he works from home. We are not against that but we find it hard to belive that 95% of our male applicants work from home. For those of you that was not bullshitting us understand that we do not know who is and who is not. So we chose the one who has a job at a warehouse.
If he does not work out we will have to try one that claims to work from home and see where it goes. My sister in law legitimately works from home and has for many years so we know it it is possible but since so many claim to it just seems like some of you are bullshitters and we cannot figure who.
If you stay interested keep your eye out for the follow up entry to this to see if the position acually closed.
Otherwise good luck in your search.
Dad4SonOrSlave Being a Dominant is not like the military where rank assumes obedience. The “rank” of Dominant or Master is not assumed by the Dominant but bestowed by a submissive.
This is important because it cuts to the heart of why a Dominant has the authority to give “orders” in the first place. A Dom only has power because he has been granted that power by the submissive. And a submissive grants that power to someone he respects, trusts, desires, and believes has his best interests at heart.
He grants it to someone with whom he feels completely safe and protected. So yes, I as a Dominant do in fact give orders. But my orders are not simply motivated by desire for blind obedience but are often targeted at a higher purpose. Sure, often they are for my personal pleasure. But they are also designed to instill knowledge, establish norms of behavior, set expectations for performance, and above all, challenge my sub to be the best person he can possibly be both in and outside our relationship.
They are also designed to similarly challenge me. I always strive to be a better person, a better partner, a better Dominant, and have our mutual interests always at heart.
Being a Dominant is less about assuming authority than being a leader.
A leader earns the right to lead.
My sub gives me all the power I have as a Dominant.
What I do with that power is up to me. But if I use it unwisely or selfishly, it will evaporate and my sub will opt to vote with his feet.
D/s is, after all, a consensual agreement between two free persons and thus can be terminated when one or the other is not satisfied.
D/s and even M/s are not true slavery, even when we choose to call it that.
Ultimately, the submissive decides who will be his leader or if he will take on a leader at all.
It is that decision that empowers the Dominant, and that decision is earned, not taken.
TravelinMasterFl I am worth more than the sum of this profile.
I love dogs, have a smart mouth and take delight in making someone I care for laugh.
I am not perfect
.I believe in being transparent.
WildPrecious
Secret Room
"Of her naked body this: that he had never seen anything so beautiful."
-Lindsay Hall, Sea of Hooks
(My mission is to get you all to read this book)
RAWRSUB Understanding:
What does it mean to truly understand?
To grasp the depths of another's hand,
To see beyond words, to feel the emotion,
To bridge the gap, find a shared devotion.
Is it in the silence, the space between,
Where empathy blooms, unseen yet keen?
Or in the eyes, windows to a soul,
Where truths lie hidden, waiting to unroll.
Understanding is a dance, a delicate art,
A merging of minds, a meeting of heart.
To walk in another's shoes for a while,
To embrace their essence, their joys, their trial.
It's a connection that transcends the spoken word,
A bond so deep, yet seldom heard.
To understand is to truly be present,
To listen, to feel, to be ever-so pleasant.
So let us seek to understand each other,
To lift veils, to unearth, to discover.
For in understanding, we find unity,
A shared humanity, a priceless opportunity.
differentsub So slightly better news. 99.9 percent of the people who get this cancer are either heavy smokers, heavy drinkers, or drug users, and have depressed immune symptoms. Since I am none of those things, my chances of making it out of this alive is closer to 80 percent than 50. I'll take it. I go in for surgery next week. They are cutting out a piece of the back of my tongue, a piece of the back of my throat, and going into the side of my neck and removing all the lymph nodes. Fortunately, the surgical techniques have advanced a lot and they no longer have to take out all the bones and muscle in my neck along with it. So I will have a scar on my neck, but won't be grossly disfigured. I won't be able to eat solid food or talk for a few weeks, and it's still going to be horribly painful, but better than dying. And hopefully, if they get it all, I won't need to follow up with chemo and radiation and it won't come back. But this cancer does like to come back. I will worry about that when it happens. For now, I'm going to focus on getting through this and keep living my life as best I can. Thanks to everyone who took the time to write me about their own survival stories, or to offer support.
SirHugoAtlantaGa I wrote this "Story"
My First Pain Pig
I'm a Service Dom. My Dungeon is my playroom, to create pleasurable sensations.
I was mid 20's, living the bachelor dream, whoring in the French Quarter of New Orleans. I landed an ok job with Hilton Hotels after graduation.
The French Quarter bars stayed open 24/7. It was a place you partied every night.
How I survived, 14 New Orleans Mardi Gras is beyond me, they were all real benders, lasting 3+ days.
I lived 1/2 Block off Bourbon Street, it doesn't get better than that.
It was at Beer Bust Sunday at The Parade Disco, it was 1982 or so.
To drum up LOCAL business, The Parade Disco, had a "Tea Party" a beer bust all the beer you could drink from Sunday 5PM until the Kegs went dry.
I'm having a "tea party" beer, and a girl walks up to me and asks why I'm dressed in black leather, am I into BDSm?
I told her I'm a "leatherman" I like power-exchange, I like to lead, direct, command, suggest. She asked if I enjoyed spanking a girl, and I said yes, and I liked using my belt as well,.
We danced, and drank a few beers, and kept chatting.
So she grabs my hand and pulls me to the outside balcony, where folks, can actually hear each other talk since the music inside the bars is always loud..
She tells me her friend Freddie whose into BDSm has talked about me He says your known as a fun sadist. He told, me the rumor is, your a creative sadist..
I replied, something like. I'm a service top, I get off when we both get off. I do love mind fucking folks.
Could you make me feel and endure pain? Not continuous relentless pain, but Intermittent shearing flashes of pain like strikes from a thin stick, the sting of the hand, or the thud of the belt?
I asked, if she had done anything like this before? No, she just listened to all the hot stories her friend Freddie told her, of being a masochist.
At some point, I said My safe word is FROG. Say the safe word and she repeated FROG. Good, I also use a safe gesture. I will squeeze your hand TIGHTLY and shake it, you squeeze my hand 2 times, in reply, This reply tells, me all is great, with you. If you fail to give back 2 quick squeezes I will end our playtime.
The conversation went something like that, dam, when you get old, sometimes you just got to fill in details you forgot.
I pointed from the Parade Disco's Balcony, Thats where I live across the street 800 feet away, the green shuttered walkup apartment..
She said, lets go to your place and play, make me feel real pain. Let me, tell a friend, I'm going to your apartment and I will call them to get picked up later.
We walked hand in hand to my apartment. I opened the door to a typical French Quarter "Shot-Gun" apartment, like a boston row house, 25 feet wide and 60 feet long. The living room in front, a half wall jetty between the living room and the small kitchen. A Hallway the first door, the bathroom on the left, the door at the end of the hall, my bedroom and playroom.
I had just finished building my "Playroom" I nick named "The Erection Set". (see my profile for photos)
I think, my super-power, as a dom is creativity. I think, I give a good mind-fuck.
My first rule as a dom was tie them up, to experience the reality of giving up control. Any act of bondage, is a reality of submission, physically felt and experienced.
I had a pro-domme "friend" that I would occasionally drink with, at Jewel's Tavern, a Gay Leather Bar. Dex ,loved telling stories of here recent clients.
I learned a lot from Mistress Dex! Maybe the most important thing she ever said, Hugo people don't come to Pro-Domme, looking for sex. If submissive's wanted sex they would go to a call girl. Submissives come to a domme to live out a fantasy.
The key to a good scene is, living out a fantasy inside a submissives head.
That BDSm lesson about Fantasies, was the best lesson I was ever given. The second best lesson Dex shared: Start a BDSm scene extra slow and build up a scene slowly to a climax.
I had an established routine, in dom mode, have submissives undress, tie them to the st andrew cross or some other object, like in a chair.
Next, introduce sensation play, running my hands everywhere on my tied up subs body.
I would take sensation play to the next level, by adding a blindfold, not knowing where I might touch, pinch, pull next.
Clothes Pins, are my absolute favorite toy.
I have done scenes, with 100s of clothes pins, pinching everywhere on a submissives body. Ear Lobes, Lips, nipples, breasts, inner thighs, nose, the clit, cunt lips, any flap of skin.
Clothes Pins are a great beginner activity. Clothes Pins are a great assessment tool as to how much pain a submissive can tolerate, as clothes pins build up pain slowly.
I like starting, clothes pin play, with the breasts, many women have sensitive breasts and nipples, plus they can see the clothes pins, the object of pain tormenting them.
This is about the time, I light up a cigar. Domination and smoking a cigar seem to go hand in hand for me.
I do enjoy, Hot Ash Play.
I know, I had 300 clothes pins on her body and she was feeling it but, not moaning or whimpering She wasn't even close to her limits.
I like to flick off clothespins, using a cop or ruler or something similar object.
I usually progress to Wax play because wax play looks painful, but isn't.
Wax play is truly, a great erotic sensation play activity.
Its about this point I asked, her to repeat what she came here to experience.
I want pain sir.
My massage table,doubled as my bondage table, I tied my sub face down, like in a position for a back massage. I would use, rope, saran wrap, tape, straps, to secure a submissive to the massage table.
Hand Spankings, are probably the lightest form of corporal punishment. Then, the ruler, belt, fly swatter, rod, hair brush, next in intensity over a hand spanking, next would be the wooden spoon and paddle in pain or intensity, and in my opinion the cane is the most feared implement, used on the ass. . I got to a frat paddle. I think, my sub liked the belt the best, as she seemed to thrash about a bit. She stayed silent as she took the paddle usually a sign that there isn't a lot of eroticism going on. I want a sub moaning, mumbling, swearing, shaking, that tells me they are having a good time.
I remember, it was this moment. I did the "CHECK-IN" hand squeeze. I got 2 quick firm hand squeezes back telling me she with me, "all ok".
I asked her what she wanted now.
What she wanted, was to be used like a hole.
To FILL AND OVER FLOW her senses. To feel totally fucked and exhausted.
I knew what she needed, she needed to be fisted, to have her cunt stretched out, rubbed raw.
In the French Quarter leather community, I was known, as the Dom that enjoyed fisting and handballing.
Back in the 1980's vaseline was the fisting lube of choice, crisco if you were handballing.
Now, the cool part, when this happened is my playroom was already semi-functional, I had a sling. (see profile photos to see a sling)
If your into fisting or handballing you know someone's intensely into fisting, they own a sling.
Using a sling, your in a OB/GYN examination table. position, perfect access.
tHEGovernessJ Submit to yourself and to the idea of submission. Give in. Give it up.
She will see it. She will be drawn to it. She will know.
She will hear your cry and see your hunger and it will cause Her own to rise
Express it without hesitation and without vulgarity.
And most importantly, express it with dignity and in a language of whispers only She will hear. Live it from your center, from your soul.
Olderdaddy48867 In 2014, I began the process of changing a 40 acre farm over to a 40 acre nature sanctuary. I began by planting wildflowerrs and trees where the row crops used to grow.
I also created a very large indoor grow in one of my comercial buildings and in 2019, a machine shop in another comercial building. Together, these replace the income lost due to stopping the row crops.
Covid came along and threw a wrench in things but I've gotten things back on track.
I wanted to staff the machine shop and the grow with lifestyle folks and it has taken me awhile but I have found my first couple and they are moved in.
I am happy to announce a new profile over on Fetlife.com
Come and view us and if you are a sub or slave couple or a sub or slave female, you just might want to throw in with us.
Look for HomesteadFamily on Fetlife.com
Here is to hoping we all find what we seek.
Larry B. Owner
RAWRSUB The vow of a slave:
I met her in the shadow’s call,
A Mistress strong, unyielding, tall.
Bound by fate, though not by choice,
A forced path, a silenced voice.
At first, I raged, defied, denied,
Met steel with fire, stood in pride.
Yet every lash, each measured word,
Cut through walls I'd never heard.
Then one night, through softened eyes,
I saw her break, I heard her cries.
Not steel nor whip, but fragile pain,
A soul beneath the cold domain.
I made her laugh, I found the key,
A bond unshackled—yet bound was me.
Not by chains nor cruel demand,
But by the touch of knowing hands.
She spoke of honor, of my name,
That my defeat would bring her shame.
A slave to her, but not to fear,
She made my purpose crystal clear.
No loss allowed, no second place,
For I was hers—a pure embrace.
With every strike, with every fight,
I bore her will, I claimed my right.
And so I swore, through time unkind,
She holds my heart, she owns my mind.
Not just in flesh, but in my soul,
For she had shaped me, made me whole.
BdeB If these words resonate, reach out.
I’m seeking a kindred spirit—relaxed, creative, and adventurous—someone drawn to trust, curiosity, and the possibility of a long-term D/s dynamic that grows from genuine connection.
I’m contemplative and sometimes quiet, always seeking balance in mind, body, and spirit. I find joy in laughter, art, books, good food, and music. Creativity moves through my days, whether I’m solving a problem, writing something small, or savoring stillness.
Nature centers me. I live on four acres in southern Arizona, nurturing a young permaculture forest through rainwater harvesting. I hope to meet someone who loves the land, appreciates regenerative living, and feels at ease in a semi-rural rhythm. I wander deserts and mountains, enjoy festivals and flea markets, and cherish quiet nights by the fire or beneath the stars.
I believe physical sensation can open deeper truths—where curiosity meets intention and transformation begins. In partnership, I care for emotional, physical, and spiritual well-being as one woven whole.
In D/s, submission is trust and intentional surrender and control is earned not taken. I’m drawn to someone self-aware, resilient, and grounded—someone who can lean into guidance while keeping a strong sense of self. Honest dialogue and mutual growth matter to me.
I envision a disciplined relationship where structure supports your evolution, where I take daily direction seriously and help you rise to your best self. This dynamic thrives with someone who craves clarity, consistency, and meaningful standards.
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