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I am looking for something I don't think I will ever be able to find. I am not interested in a 24/7/365 TPE. I would like to meet a man that is more interested in the surprise effect. A man who would take me by surprise, over his knee and spank me. I do enjoy the power exchange, but my life is crazy enough with out having to make sure I am shaved, or that my toes need to be a certain color, or if a bowling pin will fit in my vag/ass. Personally, I like the diameter of my orifices and being able to feel it stretched when someone uses it. A man that understands that my job is important to me and if I get stuck working overtime not give me a rash about it. When in the right situation/location this man will find that I am submissive, but due to the nature of what I do, I can't be running naked through Publix. I would really enjoy a Dom who treats me like a person, not a piece of meat or a dog. Why is this man so hard to find? Is there a man somewhere near the 34205 zip code that is sane, smart, employed, that could pass a background check, over the age of 40 but younger than 60 and would like to enjoy some Dom/sub time with a willing participant? I just need a good spanking right now....good, hard, and otk...too much to ask???
******Update*** Thank you to everyone who replied to my profile. I am trying to answer everyone, but I fear that if I do I will not be able to leave my computer for my entire weekend. I thought maybe I would try to answer some of the most commonly asked questions:
1) No, I would not try a beer can instead of a bowling pin. I like it the way it is. 2) Blue eyes/Brown hair 3) If I am not interested in doing it at Publix then why would I do it at Winn Dixie?
more to come.......
***June 3, 2012*** I would like to point out a few things I have learned doing this... 1. "Hey" is not a proper pickup line, when I reply back "hi", don't give me shit about one word replies. DUH! 2. Thank you but no thank you. Sex with a guy that is an animal is fine....sex with a real animal (4 legs and a tail), isn't just WRONG, it's baaaaaad!!! 3. How can I believe you are a Dom when you are whining at me? Dom's don't WHINE!!! (subs whine, that is our job) 4. Role playing is great, I enjoy it. I will not however, participate in a game of <Zombie/victim>. Zombies scare the crap out of me. (hard limit) 5. It is physically impossible for a whole honey dew melon to be inserted anywhere in my body, no matter how much lube you are choosing to use. 6. The first line of your email should be a welcome to engage in conversation. "I wanna choke you," Not so welcoming!! 7. When all the email says is "pic please," Sometimes the pic you get, ain't the pic you wanted. (personally I thought the gorilla flipping the bird was cute). 8. How do you expect me to earn a spanking if I am not allowed to be a smart ass? Would I really want something I didn't earn??? more laters!!!! *****New UPdate 06/10/12***** So I have answered/read/deleted many emails. Sometimes there are too many and it gets overwhelming. Some of the responses are funny, some witty and some send shivers all the way to my hooha . It is Sunday and I am still not sitting here suffering from a long, hard, otk spanking....

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8/10/2013 11:15:53 AM

It is pretty disturbing when you get a phone call from an angry wife.  If you are married and your wife calls me, don't expect me to cover for you.  I will not!!  If your marriage sucks that bad that you are looking for it on the side, be a man and get a divorce.  


7/6/2013 6:22:03 PM

Hope everyone is doing well!!!  I have a few new stories I am working on for your reading enjoyment!!!  

 

Still taking classes and living life in paradise, so bear with me!  

 

CC  :)


12/24/2012 2:05:17 PM

Merry Christmas Everyone!!!!   


7/15/2012 12:12:28 PM
*****Been crazy busy with work, I promise to answer emails over next two days.*****

6/21/2012 1:33:53 PM

Why is it that I am always wanting more?  Why do I have this gnawing inside me?  No matter what I do, everything causes my pussy to get wet. I watch tv, there is always some situation on some show that gets me going.  I try to read. Do you realize how much sex is in books?  Fifty Shades of Grey had me finger humping all the time.  I give up, or in.  Laying here in my bed, my fingers slip below the waistband of my panties, that first touch, I catch my breath.  I am so wet, fingers slipping, sliding over my clit.  I close my eyes, in the darkness behind closed lids I see him.  The Dom who is finally going to give me what I need, desire and deserve.

 He's caught me playing with myself, without permission, my heart quickens as his eyes convey the message, he is not happy with me.  He walks toward me, his eyes lowered to my hand buried in my panties, fingers still between my pussy lips.  "SMACK!" His hand hit it's mark, I jerk my hand back, stinging pain in the back of my hand.  Before I can protect myself, he smacks my pussy.  "Do you have permission to be doing that?"  I squeak out a small "no."  "I didn't think so.  Are you allowed to do that without permission?"  "No." My reply causes his eyebrows to rise, "No, what?"  I realize my mistake, "no, Sir."  He moves to the top of the bed, his hand finding my hair, "Up."  I am off the bed with my feet on the floor, my heart racing, his fingers tied up in my hair.  "Strip."  His command makes my heart race, I know what he is going to do.  Fear swells in my stomach, my clit throbs harder, every nerve ending in my body screaming.  I reach down and slide my panties off my legs, then reach up to remove my shirt.  He releases my hair just long enough for my shirt to go over my head, he grabs me again, to control me.   

He pushes me face down to the end of the bed, my head and chest flat against the mattress.  He kicks my feet apart, my ass, legs and pussy now exposed to him.  Holding me down with one hand, his other finds my ass, and the assault begins.  His hand smacks my backside rapid fire, one cheek then the other, hard, stinging, too fast to react to.  I want to get away from it, but he has me, I can't move, his fingers tight in my hair.  As quickly as it started, he stops.  He moves away from me, and I catch the reflection of my red ass in the mirror.  I know not to move, he is behind me, I can hear him in the closet.  The shelf above where my clothes hang is a bag, and in that bag are the tools he uses to punish me.  I hear movement, and then cold steel is on my back.  He straddles me, hand in my hair again pulling me to him.  I feel the leather collar around the front of my throat, he hooks it behind my neck.  "Put your hands behind your back."  I do as I am told and I feel the bracelets lock my wrists in place, and I feel the roughness of the rope as he secures the handcuffs to my collar.  I am now unable to defend against him. Movement of my wrists tighten the collar cutting off my breathing.  

From behind me, I hear his belt slide loose from his jeans, the buckle jingling in his hands.  His hand is on my ass, rubbing both cheeks.  I relax feeling his cool skin on my ass.  Without warning, the belt bit into my skin, one after the other, over and over again.  He does not stop, there are no breaks.  He gives me what I deserve, he is stern.  When the twentieth stroke lands, he stops.  My face is covered in tears, I am face down in my own saliva.  His touch on my backside gives me goosebumps, I can feel him tracing the welts on my skin.  "Now that we have satisfied your punishment for your behavior yesterday, we can focus on masturbating without permission and the proper way to address me."  I can't speak.   "Well?" His  tone elicits a response, "Yes Sir."  What he says to me next takes me by surprise, never in the time that he and I have been given a choice.  Today he gives  me one, though neither is a good one.  Both choices mean pain, more pain then I can handle, but this is my own fault.  I know what is expected of me, I broke the rules.  But why this choice?  "I am only going to ask you once, cane or whip?" he says, "Thirty strokes either way, but if I decide it will be thirty with each."  I find my voice, "the cane Sir."  

"Good choice." he says, his fingers dipping into my pussy, "my, my someone's pussy is wet, lets see how it is after 30 strokes."


To be continued.....


6/19/2012 1:11:58 PM

I am just curious, are there any Law Enforcement officers on here?  Seems like being Dom would just be natural in that job.  


6/14/2012 7:38:12 PM

No matter how much I know that I need a spanking, not so much because I have been bad, but because I have this deep craving from somewhere deep within my body that tells me so. The butterflies in my stomach are more the size of buzzards.

I lock eyes with him the first time, every nerve in my body sends electrical waves to my nether regions. Impulses firing over and over making it difficult to hear what he is saying to me and more difficult for me to answer him. I look at him as he teases or maybe warns me of things to come by rubbing his hands together, showing me what he is going to do to me.

As we sit in the restaurant, feeling each other out, my brain is trying to figure out if I will be safe submitting to him. I feel as though I will be, he seems gentle. I don't see a sadist sitting before me, I see a man, a father and yes I can see or maybe sense the Dominant in him. I don't see any hint of a cruel man, and I will soon find out I am right.

As I walk into the room where I am to be spanked, the buzzards return. My stomach is churning, I am light headed. I feel him come up behind me. Every nerve in my body is firing rapidly like a package of fire works that explode one after another, his hands are on me. He rubs my shoulders, my arms, his hands cup my breasts one then the other. His fingers trail down my back to my ass where he squeezes. He steps away.

Moving in front of me, "take off your clothes," he says. I look at him questioningly, "all of them?" I ask. In his reply, "EVERYTHING!" very sternly. My heart is racing, my hands shaking as I slide my shorts down my legs, I remove my panties, I am so nervous that I can't think straight, I ask if I can leave my shirt on, the look says more than the spoken answer.

Standing naked in front of him, I am scared, my fight or flight instinct seem to be bound to the bed and gagged so she can't tell me to run. He is behind me again. His hands touching me gently. In a world of Dominant men, I am not used to this. This foreplay to spanking has me balanced on a ledge teetering over a world I have never known. His finger tips feel good as he rubs them along my back to my ass then up again to my breasts, the roughness of his jeans against me. The aching and throbbing between my legs getting stronger, I close my eyes to enjoy his touch and then he takes it away.

"On your knees, on the bed." he commands. I do as I am told. From my position, I cannot see him, nor can I hear him as he moves silently behind me. His first touch startles me, his fingers running up and down my bottom, gently touching, relaxing me. Then they are gone, I hear his hand hit me before the searing pain ever reaches my brain. He alternates one cheek then the other, over and over again. My fists are clenched, my eyes shut tightly against the assault on me. He stops, replacing the slaps with his delicious fingers tracings the skin he has just stung. No Dom has ever done this to me, the stinging pain followed by the sweet gentle touch tracing over the redness. Where I was tense from the assault, I am now caught up in the soothing coolness of his hands touching me. His fingers trace the lips of my pussy, slipping between them he finds my clit. Sliding over, back and fourth rubbing and teasing my clit. My body so confused, pain then pleasure, pleasure from pain. I respond climaxing in his hand. His hands move away, then are back smacking me hard, cheeks, thighs, cheeks, back and forth over and over again until I lose the ability to stay up on my arms, my legs now flat on the bed. I want it to stop, but I don't. My mind is enjoying the pain, but my body isn't up to the task.

When we entered the room, he was carrying a small bag. He told me what it held a few days before now from my position on the bed I watch as he removes a leather braided belt. My heart starts to race. "Get back on your knees." he says as he moves back me behind me. I do as I am told and I feel his hand in the center of my back pushing me down so my ass is high in the air. I hear the buckle tinkling as the leather slices into me. The hard spanking I have requested delivered with more than I could verbalize. My body racked with the pain, the sweet pain that I have been craving for months. It hurts so bad, but so good. Giving in, I silently let the bad, ugly, awful emotions that have racked my brain for so long drift out of my head. As the belt bites into my skin, he has no idea how he has released me.

Before I know it, the belt is now laying on the bed next to me. He is back at his bag. "Roll over on your back." he says, removing his clothing, and putting a condom on. His body is reddened from the sun, his cock is hard. Spanking me has him aroused. Now he is going fuck me. My bottom is at the edge of the bed, his cock at my opening, he is thick and I feel my sex stretch open as he enters. To my core I feel him, and starts to slide deep inside me. It feels so good, I am tingling all over, my ass and thighs from the spanking, my clit throbbing from the attention his fingers have given me and now my whole being as moves in me. I cum for him quickly because it feels so good. He is not ready for his own and he pulls back from me.

I brought my own bag, things he told me he wanted me to bring. He told me to retrieve the dildo from my bag along with the lube I was instructed to bring. “Get up on your knees again.” He says. He takes the lubed up dildo, which I didn’t realize the lube was the kind that heats up, and he slides it in my pussy. OH MY GOD!!! He guides it fast and hard in me, it doesn’t take long before I am sliding over the climactic edge of reality until it is just too much and I beg him to stop.

As I turn around, covered in sweat I see his cock. I am not sure why but I am really cock hungry at this moment and I just want him in my mouth, to taste him, feel him in my throat. Timidly I ask “May I suck your cock?” I think he is happy to grant my request. I peel the condom off his cock and am rewarded with a delicious treat. He feels so good in my mouth, his cock is just the right size, he slides easily down my throat, the smell of his skin makes me want more. I love hearing him tell me how he enjoys what I am doing, his hands in my hair, gently guiding me to find the right pace.

I don’t want him to stop me, but he pulls away. He wants to fuck my pussy some more, he places another condom on and his cock is soon buried deep in me again. This time he is forceful, fucking me deep and hard, willing me to cum on his cock. From somewhere deep inside me, I am able to cum again, my body tensing up and releasing. He reaches in his little bag again this time pulling out two close pins. He takes the first one, pinching my nipple he pulls it up and attaches the clothes pin to it. It hurts, but I know I can’t, he reaches over, the other nipple now pinched between his fingers and puts the other clothes pin on it. He pushes me back on the bed, grabs my legs and pulls me off the edge of the bed so my ass is off the bed. He spreads my legs and he is back in me, he is pulling me on to his cock, harder and harder, the clothes pins on my nipples rocking back and forth, the sensation is overwhelming.

He pins my arms to the bed and begins to fuck me hard then his hands find the clothes pins and he begins to twist. The sensation is too much, he asks if I want them off, and when he releases them the pain travels down to my pussy and I feel myself cum again.

He lets me come down from my orgasm, and as I do I realize he still has a nice hard cock. I pull off his condom and quickly take him in my mouth. I want to make him feel as good as he has made me, so I pull out all my cock sucking tricks and give him all I have. I want to please him and make him feel good and after a while I am rewarded with a mouth full, and the sounds of his release.

As I lay next to him, thinking about the events of my afternoon, I am very happy I stepped out of my vanilla life and spent the afternoon with this man, this Dom.

Waiting for the next time ;)


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 Age: 19
  Minnesota