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My pain will be Your pleasure, my pleasure will be the pain.
Torment me, love me, tease and please me til i beg.
The collar is my pride and loyalty to the One holding the leash, His name upon my lips, His pride and ownership. i will serve willingly the One which earns my trust, and obedience.
Take me, teach me, make me complete and break me no more.
The One holding my leash has captivated my spirit, my curiosity and my mind. He will take me for training , teach me the way of the pleasure slave.
i kneel before Him in naked trust as He looks upon my willingness to learn what my heart already knows, i am slave.
La Kajira to He that uses the lash.
la kijira chase...

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7/20/2007 4:55:31 AM
  After having not been on the collar site for a few days, Damisa decides she had better check her mail.  The last time she checked there were no new messages from Timateo, being discouraged she felt that maybe she had been far to forward and thought it best to just stay away for awhile.
  Not that, that would prove anything. Only perhaps make Timateo think she were no longer interested..  Now having that thought go through her mind, she quickly logs into her page and waits impatiently as the site loads. 
  Tapping her fingers against the keys on the keyboard, the ticking does nothing to calm her nerves.  Growling in frustration, Damisa sighs with relief as the messages load.  
  Glancing down the list, the only one of interest seems to jump out at her.  Smiling softly she clicks on Timateo's name and smiles as his picture loads along with his mail.
  Dear Damisa, I can fully understand the need for an understanding Master. I understand fully the complications of dealing with real life, in time I would like to hear and know more about your situation and allow you to get to know Me better. 
  I like your straight forwardness and the fact that you have places enough trust in Me to be upfront about your situation.  I have messenger, just let Me know that you would be interested in furthur chat and I will send it to you.
  I hope to hear back from you soon little one, be well until Wwe speak again.

 
Laughing to herself, Damisa can't believe that he would actually want to talk to her!  How wonderful.  Still a little concerned about the distance, she's uneasy about returning an email. 
  Finally taking a deep breath, she begins her return message.

   Hello Timateo Sir,
       This girl is very pleased that You find her to be interesting enough to speak with her.  ~lowers head respectfully~  she would be very pleased to speak with You on messenger and allow You to get to know her better.   At the moment, she is currently attempting to free herself from an over bearing mentally abusive husband.   He has been out of the house since September, however , she still fears he will attempt to come back.  
  Being married to this man for 14 years , she is ready for a new type of freedom and wants to learn more about what she feels deep inside her soul.
  This one has 5 children, ages 15 to 6,  she knows this is a huge responsibility and has thought more than once about making this decision stick.   
   This girls family has been a great help to her in this time and she is ready to make a new chapter in her life,  she would really enjoy getting to know You better and see where this goes.
  she knows this is a lot to place on Your shoulders and she also know You may decide not to speak with her furthur,  i hope this is not the case.... 
  Please be well, and this girl awaits to hear from You Sir.

    Reading the return message again, Damisa wonders if she should place everything on his plate.. but she would rather let him know in the beginning than let him find out later , after any type of bonding.. emotionally or mentally.  
  Not wanting to hurt anyone, especially her own guarded heart, Damisa rethinks sending the message, then decides to jump in.  The worse that can happen is that he would decide to stop speaking with her.. If not him, then perhaps in time another would take the time to get to know her...
   Clicking the send message button she watches as  the mail is sent and any chances of retrieving it are now out of her hands. 
  Taking a deep breath she logs out and heads out to work, wondering if she has now just lost a damn good looking man.

7/4/2007 4:29:47 AM
Having waited a couple of days to check her mail , Damisa finally takes the chance to see if Anyone had noticed her unworthy existance.  First checking her mail , she finds several notices that there are messages awaiting her on the website , one name in particular stands out. 
Catching her breath, Damisa stares at the notice as her hands begin to tremble and her heart pounds in her chest. 
Clicking the check mail link, she finds herself scarcely breathing as the yahoo page opens onto the Community page and the login request appears before her.
Typing in her name and password, Damisa sits while the computer takes it's sweet time loading the pictures and messages. 
Scanning her page , she finds the NEW MESSAGES button and quickly clicks it.  Holding her breath, she seeks the one name she is interested in.. Timateo.. the man with the panther tatoo. 
Finding His message , she lets out the held breath for a moment , takes a sip of her tea, then with eyes closed clicks his message.
Slowly opening her eyes, Damissa is once again drawn instantly to his picture. Standing with arms crossed , a stern experssion on his countanence , one that she would not dare to cross, nor disobey. 
Looking mesmarized into his picture , she wonders what color his eyes really are , and if he's all that stern. Smiling slightly she moves the mouse up so she can read his response.
To her suprise , she finds a message stating that he would be interested in speaking with her and that he was intriqued by her forwardness.
Laughing softly so she does not disturb the sleeping people around her, Damisa goes into Timateo's profile, finding more and more that she could enjoy at his hands.
Reading the response again , she sits and carefully types up a message of her own, stating that she would indeed enjoy getting to know him better and to learn of what might come between them.
Thinking again on how difficult the disance may make the situation , she figures it would not hurt to speak with him at least. 
Dear Sir,
  This girl was surprised to find that You took the time to read her message to You, she lives in a small area of Southeastern Ohio, and seeks to become a full submissive or slave to One. For His use , as He sees fit, to care for His submissive with respect and love.  
  In return , she will give willingly of her body, and will. Trust will need be earned as she has recently started divorce proceedings, and has other resposibilities that come first. 
  This one's life is a bit out of sorts at the moment, so the One that chooses to take this girl, must be patient with her for reasons she can not explain at this time.  He must also understand she is unable financially to come when He bids, but will do her best to meet Him at His request.
  This one hopes to hear back soon from You soon, Blessed Be.
  Reading her response once again , Damisa smiles and clicks the send button.  The cat and mouse game begins. He being the cat, now that she has become the mouse.
  All she can do now is wait.. Wait for His response.

 

6/10/2007 6:24:24 AM
  Waiting with bated breath , Damisa types a quick message commenting to the Dominant on how good His looks were , as she types her message , her heart pounds within her chest. 
  Not knowing if what she was doing was proper she cared little , what could He do? Repremand her with typed diction?  So be it , then she would learn something from the experience.
  Reading her words over and over carefully , so as not to offend she smiles as the words come to life on the screen before her.
 
   Hello Sir ,
     This girl just wanted to say hello , and let You know that she finds You extremely attractive. she loves the tat, very tantalizing.
   Hope You find what You seek within the countless faces and desires of all these . 
    Take care , Be well,,,
Damisa 

  Sending the message ,  Damisa takes a deep breath , silently wishing that somehow He would have been in her area , or she in His. 
  No matter , feeling her body stir with the longing of wondering what He might do now , she logs out and starts her dreary day of work and housekeeping....

6/3/2007 8:51:44 AM
  Watching this gorgeous mans profile load before her eyes , her heart pounds solidly against her chest , her breathing shallow.
   Going through His list of likes and dislikes , she smiles slightly as the realization hits her that she and He enjoyed the same things in the lifestyle. 
  Reading carefully on His profile , she laughs softly when she runs across the list of enjoys to do.. as His matches her nearly word for word.
  Coming to sceneing , her jaw drops as she sees He enjoys role playing. Something Damisa had been searching for , for some time .
   Smiling , her hand hovers over the computer mouse as she debates whether or not to click the  "send message to this person' button.
   Taking a deep breath she clicks the mouse to begin her journey as to whether or not this Dom would bother giving her the time of day.

3/28/2007 3:53:19 AM

 Wondering aimlessly through the profiles, she sits scanning through the never ending words of Dominants and submissives, each seeming to ask or beg for her attention.  
  Sighing, she begins glancing around for the log out button, tired of looking , tired of searching and not finding the interest that  would challenge her intellectually and physically. 
  Hitting the 'next' button , Damisa's entire posture changes.  A charge of electricity races down her spine , the breath of her entire being stops as her heart suddenly pounds in her chest. 
  Feeling every fiber in her being quiver , she looks harder at the man standing before her.  His long arms crossed Dominantly , almost as if to challenge her .  Finding the 'read profile' button , Damisa quickly clicks it , nervous and anxious to read what this man has said. 
  Waiting for the page to load , her mind jumps back to the panther tatoo on his right upper chest.  Smiling slightly , she thinks to herself , how ironic , considering that in some cases she had thought of herself as a panthress on the prowl.


3/19/2007 3:28:42 PM

This day of our Lord , March 19 of the year of our soverign, 2007.
   Coming onto the Collarme site was nothing more than a seek and find. She was seeking to find a friend that had been banned from their favorite chat site. 
  Upon entering the site and browsing around a bit, Damisa began to realize that this was not just any other chat site.  This in itself seemed to be the real deal, though of course not all the people on the site were real. This she understood, many times she'd been trolled at the other site.    However , this one was set up entirely different.
   Making her profile, Damisa sat looking at all the various areas of interest.  Some she understood, others baffled her entirely. Unafraid to ask questions, she wandered about looking into others profiles and such. 
  


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