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Well I guess I am classified as a submissive with a few years experience. I have met four really cool people on this site, and chatted with a few more.? I've always had a foot fetish since I can remember.? I just never knew other?s had the same feeling as I did.? I am always learning on this online community.
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I?m a submissive who is a well trained older male who enjoys the company of a superior female.? Your feet can be clean or dirty, (I do prefer the latter).? There is no need to be a scary Dom who is always screaming and hitting as I serve willing, gratefully and it?s more than just a fantasy and or role play.,., this is a new way of life for me.? Any sexual contact would not be for me. I know some who think this may be ?odd? for this site, but I just adore women?s feet and I will not seek anything else from you.
You will find me sincere, fair, and straight-forward. I will demonstrate exceptional integrity towards the friends I get to serve. You will not find any drama, disappointment, or duress when you allow me to service at your feet.
I'm hoping we can have a dynamic foot session which is relaxing, accommodating, fun and full of laughter for all of us.? If you have any questions, please just ask me.
I know your time is a gift and will always treat your time as something special; I will never waste your precious time.? I travel 100% for my work life so I do get to go visit friends around the country.? When I do get some free time from work, I seem to peek at different profiles here on Cspace? So if you?re just wondering why I looked at your profile, please understand that for whatever reason, something about you just caught my attention.
Thanks
Footserver
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Hello 2018! Hey our little blue marble of a planet successfully circled the sun once again without the human race blowing it up. Yea us! Maybe there still hope for us here on this tiny little planet.
If history is any guild then we're only 2 years away from the roaring 20's. We're going to need you to party like the great Gatsby did (Dancing the Charleston and drink bathtub gin). Then let the great depression run its course like a drunken hangover by 2029.
Bye 2017, it was nice meeting you. Now ya'll play safe and have a good year one yesterday at a time. |
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2017 how'd you sneak up so fast? Hoping and working to make this another great year just like 2016 turned out. |
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Maybe it's time I start working on a bucket list. |
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Well, all right, it's not a fetish by the strictest definition. It's a fixation. If you know the difference, you must have spent some time in the wikipedia section, as I have!
But whatever you want to call it, I like feet. Woman’s feet, mind you. Show me two Goddesses, one with shoes and one barefoot, and I'll pick the barefoot Goddess, regardless of hair color, height, ethnicity, etc. almost every time.
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Its been so long since I've updated my Journal... not for sure where to start... If I'm this far behind, it may be better just to leave it alone for a little while longer. |
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http://collarmefakewatch.blogspot.com
Found this site which seems like a good start to help weed out the problems on CM. It just a tool like any other tool which will work if it is used properly (and often).
Thanks
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Wow its five years since I stumbled upon C-me. Never really been a type of guy who kept a journal, always too busy in the “contemporary time” to think about the past. Kind of freaky how fast time does go by when you read your past journals. I do immensely enjoy this site. There's always something new to view and wonder about. If you get a chance, check out the C-me humor page, its can get pretty funny and I always love to laugh at good jokes.
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I’ve been on this site for three years now… I guess this means I’m no longer a newbie here, but yet there is so much more I crave to learn on how to server….
It has been a while since I jotted anything down in my journal. I am still traveling around the nation working for a living, never spending more than a few days in one place before I’m shipped off some where else. There is always the next emergency priority going on somewhere. Really getting tired of traveling from place to place, it's not as much fun as it used to be. But it does pay the bills and I do like the people I get to meet along the way.
So if you get a chance, drop me a note and say “hello” sometime.
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Just beat the thunder snow out of Cleveland. I left while there was only 2” of snow on the ground. They got dump on with +8” and everything shut
down at that point. Man-oh-man I am glad to be out of the white cold stuff.
But I did get a chance to meet with Miss S. She has a few mean looking dogs she keeps near by for her own personal safety. She started telling
me about some of the unfortunate events with some people she had met
through C-Me and that’s why she keeps the dogs near by for her personal safety.
I’ve been really lucky and only met with real nice people but apparently
there is a flip side to this group that I never thought about. Miss S hasn’t given up all hope on C-Me but I do understand a little bit better about needing to play safe. Thank you Miss S for furthering my education, If I can ever be of service to you please let me know.
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I met another Dom (or Switch) here on collarme. Miss N… lives in or around Memphis, TN. Whenever I get a chance to go to Memphis, I jump at it.
She seems just a little self-conscious about her nice feet. I really don't know why, they are cute 9.1/2” with toes that stair step down. It probably has something to do with me being a bit of a perfectionist. She does take good care of her feet - but I guess being happy with them yourself, and being happy enough with them to let someone else get up close and personal are two different things. I hope I'm able to get her converted to seeing them the same beautiful way that I see them. With any luck she will let me grovel at her feet, while applying a little pain/reward from time to time so I can stay in my sub-space as I care for them…. But her enjoyment is what I care about. If she happy, then I’m happy…. |
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I met my first Dom on collarme. We've been emailing back and forth for a few weeks when I was able to get to Chicago. She (Miss T) seems to have a country girl charm style with a big city resolution personally. I was given an address downtown to meet her after work, near a city tram station. My heart was racing, my palms were sweaty but the traffic seem like it was moving so slow. My adrenaline made it seem worse than it probably was but the traffic was bumper to bumper all the way. I just kept thinking "Wow this is it - I get to meet her in person" as I was fighting the traffic.
When I laid eyes on her, I was more than a little nervous, Miss T had some cute feet, wearing black strap high heels with all natural toenail with no nail polish. Pulled the car over to the curb, jump out of the driver door and got caught in the seatbelt. She was on her cell phone (so I don't think she saw me choke my self via the seatbelt) and after the personal introductions; we decided to go out for dinner. I'm thinking all the stupid things a male thinks when meeting a Dom. The way she walked, the way she holds her head up high, her smile, her smell, the click of her heels on the payment….
Over a nice dinner, I'm trying to figure her out looking at all the facial movement, subconscious facial ticks and voice stress tones just like we were taught in the business world. When I looked into her eyes a chill ran down the back of my neck. She was reading me a lot faster than I was reading her. She saw right though me. It seems I lost the "figure you out first" game that all people play.
I thought I had this BDSM thing figured out but the more we talk, the more confused I was about how BDSM worked. Half way through dinner, I no longer cared about my fetishes. Talking and laughing with her got me zonked out of what I was looking for out of this relationship and into what I could I possibly bring to her from my side of the table. I drove her home, said our goodnight's in the middle of the street and my head was whirling around every thing she said and done that evening. She taught me so much more than I ever imagined. I didn't know I was going to get schooled over dinner. I'm still coming to grips about my fantasies and the BDSM scene. I'm still having problems getting my head wrapped around the thought of the sub has most of the power over the Dom in the relationship. Because of whose needs are being fulfilled here?
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| Age: 60 |
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