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la Chatte will purr for ladies, Couples perhaps a specialman might do...
I am an educated and creative woman. I have struggled with my inner depravity for many years. I am a bisexual erotic adventurer. Although I am sexually motivated and it is true I am a slut, please respect me as a woman and an elegant woman at that!
A petite feminine sexual being (height 5-3, dress size 8) brown eyes and hair, curves in all the right places.
Take me, rape me, make me a total slut for your pleasure - or fall at my feet and submit your inner slut to me!
I seek a bi or Lesbian Lady Domme, Switch or Submissiceslave and would consider a TGshemale
or possibly I might consider a special Dominant Man - do such special Doms exist on Collarspace? Im sure they do but I have to be convinced that you are not just a kinky average male otherwise dont waste your time.
Couples are welcome to enquire - but please only people that are experienced
I will travel for the right experience throughout Essex, Cambridge, London Home Counties I have neither the time nor interest in on-line
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I ache this morning, it was hard getting out of bed. So tired, feeling drained. Still coming down I think from yesterday afternoon. I was with a couple that I have seen a few times. She is Domme while he is cuck. Both married but not to each other. She flogged me and I loved it, she then caned me and as it became harder and harder I felt that familiar slide into sub space. That's the one drug I am am addicted to. The endorphins running through me, lifting my soul and I flew, like I was warmly comfortably floating on a cloud. I could hear her whacks from the cane more than I could feel them at this point. In a dream state and loving it......I was limp and he was instructed by her to fuck me. I was rocking back and forth, moved rhythmically by his thrust. Where I went from there is a mystery, I had a sense sometime later that I was waking up, did I fall asleep?
I was pleased to kneel before her and bring her to (rather loud) orgasm - my pleasure to say "thank you" for a lovely afternoon.
I can never ever get enough of this.
Thank you, and yes I would love to 'do this again sometime soon'
A x |
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A young woman that I recently corresponded with on this site mentioned her 'need to feel inferior' - I mused on the word inferior all morning after reading her thoughts.
I knew that when M took me as his slave he introduced me to a ritual that I often think about to this day. He would sit or stand and hold out his right hand, cupped as if to hold some thing precious, his palm faced upwards. It was my duty to then open my legs as wide as I could but maintain my balance, and offer my cunt to his cupped waiting hand. He would firmly hold me, his hand locked onto my cunt. I would ever so slightly rock my hips to feel his hand and fingers against me, I was supposed to stand still, I had to disguise my movement but he knew. He would raise an eyebrow and immediately I would stand still feeling guilty for taking my own pleasure from his fingers. His power over me, the gesture of his ownership of me. I was his slave, and my cunt was no longer mine, it was surely his. And will always be so.
Inferior? Yes, delightfully, willingly and lovingly so...... |
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I was contacted by a rather eager and kinky young man with a simply gorgeous shy young wife. It seemed that she has had long held fantasies about being seduced and used by an older woman. Treated harshly, made to do unspeakable things I was told. Her shyness had so far in her life prevented her from exploring these fantasies in real life. The young man had persuaded her to be open about her fantasies in doing so he had tempted her and encouraging her to explore them in a safe and discreet way with him close by to ensure her safety.
I met them both for a glass of wine at lunchtime Saturday. Lovely sunshine, a country Inn, quiet and peaceful. More wine than I bargained for, a few nibbles of lunch and eventually the young man took a room. He was excited, very keen to see his lovely bride in the kinky grip of a woman. Well he got his wish and she was slow, shy and trembling at first, but soon she relaxed and gave herself to me. She floated, lost in the experience and I enjoyed so much seeing this transformation from the girl-next-door to the naked slut, drinking from me and being consumed by me....its was all erotica, sexual rather than BDSM - playful spanking not as heavy as I believe she needs time to develop - and a respectful man that didn't get in the way. Although he did receive a splendid relief as a thank you from us both!
I had a wonderful time, |
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I don't know if today I feel angry with myself or angry at him. Him would be M (and yes I know you read this, don't pretend you don't, I'm angry with you!) |
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Strange and wonderful things really do happen to me sometimes. I met a woman who I hoped would be a future client today. An intelligent, elegantly dressed lady who sat sipping rather than drinking her coffee. Her look was intense, enquiring- coffee turned to lunch which then led to a rather swish hotel bedroom and I devoured her.
It seems a mid forties lady, married with children at university 20 odd years with a boring accountant for a husband has been plagued by her fantasies to be sexually abused by another woman for two decades or more and has - until now - done nothing about it.
"Never underestimate the power of denial" so said Ricky Fitts and how right was he?
She tasted so sweet, she blushed, was embarrassed afterwards. Strange how after giving herself so passionately and screaming like a lioness, bathed in erotic bliss she would hide her nudity behind a towel
I wonder now if I will have her as a client after all or will she be shy and slip silently away and decide best not to call me again....
Nice afternoon though x
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Dear diary,
A luxurious whole day free at home. What shall I do, write or paint? Then out of the blue a text - drinking my coffee naked under my robe my fingers tracing steps across my body the way I know he will explore. Simple text, straight to the point, it's his style and it suits his dominance. He informs me that given my free day he has decided to come over at 11am to fuck me. He is the worst and the best of men for me. He has a sensual sadist nature, a gentleman that oozes sex appeal, handsome, educated and charming when it suits his agenda. I love him that's for sure. I would give him anything and adore his dominance when he decides to take what he wants before I even get the chance to give it.
I'm one of several women he holds in his spell. We once lived together but he felt tethered, strangled and had to be free. I'm past caring about the others, I can't change that and if he changed to accommodate me then he simply wouldn't be the man I would want in any case, he is a lion not to be tamed. I imagine what he will do to me. Is today the day he needs me sexually or brutally?
I'm ready, bathed, smooth all over naked, waiting for the knock on the door. I feel so alive, so hungry for his touch. So submissive, degraded to know I'm a willing whore for his needs. I'm shy and demour. With women and ordinary men I'm in control with M im a weak and wanton slave.
My phone alerts me to a text message. "Change of plans"
I don't know where it came from but an uncontrollable heaving in my chest I just fell apart, sobbing and babbling like a spoiled child - crying real gut wrenching tears
I'm on the couch whaling in my misery, another text. "Cum for me now my whore"
Instinct, submission. An immediate scramble to collect my thoughts run upstairs to find my vibe. Leap onto my bed and switch on the familiar buzz of my plastic friend and ever present companion. It's for him, I cum and I cum, all for him. I then roll over and weep uncontrollably again into my pillow.
A man I love to hate and a man I hate to love but cannot resist
My cunt is here for you Master whenever you require it for your pleasure xxx
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Lovely weekend weather, charcoal grilled prawns and I confess probably too much Pinot Grigio. It's fatal drinking in the afternoon on a hot summers day. Met some interesting people, a few local munch types that enjoy pontificating about how Ds really should be (etiquette police) some sharp kinksters there for sure. I saw a friend and her Dom. She who defines submission, looking lovely, beautiful dress, her curves highlighted, looking slender and sexy. Her Dom tall and proud, and so in control. I do admire him, the hard chisled face, hard man, the firm but fair type. My friend tells me that she knows exactly where she stands - he's consistent but capable of the level of brutality that can turn a woman on so much.
I don't know how it happened but at some point she was chatting to some guy and it seemed he was pressing her, her Dom dragged her from the party and in the shade of some trees I saw him slap her face. I crept closer to hear (nosey Parker) he held her by her throat in a tight grip, called her a slut, a filthy disgusting pig, etc it seems he accused her of flirting with the guy (I have to say I know her well and she is too shy to be the flirting kind) he flew into a into rage and slapped her, slappped her face repeatedly. He spit in her face then his right hand reached up and his hand between her legs accusing her of being soaking wet and lusting after the other guy.
I was so turned on watching this scene unfold.
Abused, forced, controlled, harsh, demanding, unforgiving - so erotic I thought I would cum just watching it
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A slender young thing, quiet as a mouse. Timid, afraid but with a deep longing in her eyes. The more I pushed her the deeper and faster her breathing. Her body was saying yes, take me further. Her eyes filled with fear. Afraid to fully let go but eventually she screamed in orgasm and her inner slut escaped and she morphed into a complete wanton little fucking whore. She became totally engulfed in my control, my whim becoming her duty and she, desperate to perform any and all things I asked of her. From a shy butter wouldn't melt girl next door to filthy whore in under two hours. Meanwhile her rather handsome and dashing young husband sat quietly and watched this all unfold. I had him too, just to show her that I could. I wonder did he see something new in his bride now? I wager that's a yes, but can he handle it?
Wonderful way to spend a lovely sunny day. I will most certainly be back for more, and soon.
You know who you are X (big sloppy kiss to you both) |
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M arranged a wonderfully erotic threesome for me with a delightful couple today. Thank you J&s it certainly was a gratifying encounter, I had the most delicious orgasm. Thanks for making my day
And thank you most graciously M you wonderful man you - I can't help it, I have to write it here "I love you" there I have said it. Thank you Sir |
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A cute little thing, she gives herself to me with such passion. I consume her, she feeds my lust. The fear in her eyes is beguiling, the fool told her husband and he didn't take it well. So when I arrived I see her bruises. I stroke, kiss and calm her. I undress her and she sighs and submits so elegantly, so willingly. The jealous husband must have watched me enter from outside. He bursts into the bedroom to catch me red handed fingering his lovely wife and hears her loud guttural moans. The bull in the china shop drama ensues. Shouting, insulting - time for me to leave I think, but I linger, deliberately slow I let him see me, nude and desirable. He grabs my hair throws me back onto the bed and forces himself on me. He fucked me hard with hate in his eyes and for a few moments I actually admired him. I think it must have taken him all of two or three minutes to empty his seed into me. His victory of course, bless - I left with a wry smile...... |
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