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Private chat often does not work on here.







I am Prowl or Darkness.



In each of us, is a hunger, be it power, wealth, security.. I hunger for passion, intensely deep sometimes dark Passion.



To vanquish, one must first conquer ones self. To see beauty, one must first look within and see beauty there. If you sow sorrow, you will only reap despair. If you plant the seeds of hope, then you will reap joy and happiness



I dont look to control the fire. I simply adjust the flame.

For some it is the sexual, and others, it is the physical. For me it is the mental that I like to explore. Those places you have hidden way back in the darkness, that though hidden, still make you twitch.



You want to know more, ASK

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7/4/2017 4:52:41 PM
Do not confuse what is written on my profile as something written to entice or recruit. That was written to and for, former slaves. They have either parted ways or have died.  you have not yet earned that level of intimacy, nor will I say that will be the path I will take in the future.  What I shared with them is for them.  

What I  share with someone new will be based upon them, not a repeat of my past.

12/26/2015 8:45:45 PM
Mr.Prowl on YIM

11/13/2015 6:10:30 AM
 Wanted for short term enslavement, up to 3 female slaves.
 
Must be strong, fit, and able to run point during upcoming Black Friday sales.  Must find it arousing to trample over other shoppers with a grocery style cart. Willing to yank the Last TV on sale away from other shoppers and yet look innocent should the police arrive.

 Combat/ MMA / Professional Wrestling experience a plus.  And understand that failure to reach above goals, they will be severely flogged.

 will updates as more  features come to mind

10/30/2015 5:18:13 AM
 Just let go, free yourself from the restraints of what you think you cannot do and just be.. let your mind float and embrace the possibilities..

10/21/2015 9:10:43 AM
One good thing is for the slave to honestly find herself, it makes  choosing the person she will surrender to,  a much easier transition. Then she  will not be unknown to herself, and  in turn, expect  the Dominant to know what voids to fill .

 When she is uncertain of herself , the possibility to grow to resent him when the Dominant reveals things about the slave, she is not ready to face is higher.

9/12/2015 8:57:22 AM
 you find yourself at my door and I opening the door, slapping your face and pulling you in.. I  pull you in and   force you against the  wall, my hand gripping your neck and I  tell you to strip....... everything even the ring.. I watch you, watch your eyes  feel your struggle and yet you comply.. when you have done,  I  release and instead,  take hold of your hair and force you abruptly to the floor, face  pressed  against the hardwood floor..  you entered here by your own choice.. that is the last choice you  will make until I decide it time to let you back out the door.  I take a limber switch and smack your ass sharply, making sure I  aim for the rack for I want  tender inexperienced flesh..  making sure the the strike is precise enough to have the switch wrap around your ass and sting your pussy lips.. I so not accept no's. I do not  enjoy  women who hesitate.. force my hand to turn cruel. 

  I  keep your head to the floor and step on your hair as I instruct you fully with my expectations and  the price you'll pay for infractions.  Then bending over you  I take a collar and lock it around your neck.. this one is different..  perhaps your first  and if not different then you have worn before. For attached to the back of the collar is a pole..  which I use to keep you in position as you crawl along at my side..  the tug and pull or push  direction your head t to it's proper position..   higher when crawling..  lower when I stop.. even lower when I am conversing with another person.  

you feel the sting of the switch on your ass each time you are slow in responding to the  pressure of the pole.. so that in time you learn to anticipate  it's movement.  I take you around and show you the various equipment, telling you what it is used for and my expectations of  you when you are  attached to it..   you try to keep track but find it hard to do, for all you see is the various legs, or bases, not the full image of the equipment for your head is never allowed high enough to see much more then that.....

 you realize that you will not be making it home that evening, perhaps not that weekend.. and the fear of facing that situation as well as when will be expected of you here, floods through your head you begin to cry..  I pause, take note and  tug n the pole,, leading you even further on 

8/17/2015 2:09:01 AM
There is something  honest about the Man taking what and as he desires, and the woman enduring through it all.

8/15/2015 7:58:47 PM
  Hmmmmmm.....you ever notice,  that profiles with phone numbers,  have phone numbers with area codes that never match the city or state that the profile claims they reside in.   

                                            OR


They  are an experienced  no limit slave/submissive,  that is ready willing and able to submit to the right Owner. Master. Dom, Domme..etc. They are into all sorts of kinks and fetishes, then as you read further they  state " Do not expect to ever meet in person, will only submit during the hours of.. or when spouse isn't home"  ....you get the idea

7/5/2015 12:24:04 AM
I always wonder about profiles that state how they will serve and how they will  cook and clean and be what ever fk toy the Master wants her to be... To me that translates to let me stay at home and be sheltered and fuck me according to the way I, the slave wants to be treated.   and Yet nothing about being the slave the Master/ Mistress  needs. 

What if the Dominant already keeps a clean house and well fed house and doesn't need a fuck toy..  then that slave is nothing but one unhappy little drain on the peace and tranquility of the home because she/ he is not getting what they want, instead of transforming into what the Dominant needs or desires.  No body cleans eats and fucks 24/7 

6/27/2013 7:42:31 PM

 There is something to be said about the sway of a woman's hips, her muffled cries or her purr, when I drag my fingertips down along her freshly welted flesh.


6/2/2013 3:46:51 AM

 STOP SENDING CHAT REQUESTS,  IT DOESN'T WORK FOR ME.. Send a email  instead


10/21/2012 10:51:16 AM

 Enjoying Key West.. doing some diving and some drinking..  woke up with a sore neck.  I learned one thing, never share your bed with two drunk women; I feel like a pretzel.

 

I'm surprised that  there isn't more kinksters coming down for Fantasy Fest.. It's like Mardi Gra, but with less clothing.   We're supposed to go swim with the dolphins today, but as sleepy as I feel, I'll probably be the one out there looking like a drowning victim.

 

Still got a week of fun left to go, so I better pace myself, and get more dive  time in..

 

Peace.

 


7/19/2012 7:29:30 AM

 This is what happens when you either take on stupid people to be your Dom/ sub/slave, or cultivate insecure relationships. 

 

Brittany Killgore, Slain Wife Of Marine, Targeted By Sex Ring, According To Warrants (VIDEO)

 


5/29/2012 8:40:58 AM

   Perhaps

Perhaps you  need someone to whip you for that is the only way for you to cry.
 Perhaps you need someone to push you into the corners you fear, for only then will you face them.


Perhaps you need  that man to take you by the throat and pin you into the wall as he pulls down your panties and proceeds to tell you how he is going make you his whore, as he teases your pussy lips with his dick, making you wet and  grind your hips up  to greet him. Where he enters you and violates you with a brutal hunger. All the while between growls and grunts, He whispers in your ear about how much a shameless dirty girl you will become for him. Making your body complies with his desires.

Fanning the hungers in you, fanning the rage, forcing you to expel them both through body languages and curses. To feel your body, to feel your  inner will, grow tired and succumb to his brutal sadistic thrust, as he breaks you, yet embodies you with a new sense of spirit.

Perhaps you will find yourself hating him yet following his lead. Hate him for the ease in which he molds you and controls you. How you walk 2 paces behind him, and let nothing  come between  you and his reach.  How he makes you feel worthless and beautiful as the same time.  How he controls you yet you never fully know him or the depth of his desires.

 The dance continues and you rage on, your hatred builds and forces it's self out your throat and onto your lips as he has you bound there, feeling the fire of his lashes upon a flesh no longer yours to control, or protect.  His words not flowering and the kind suitors offer up to you, thinking that they are the words you want to hear.  His words, His actions direct and clear, cutting into your mind and planting new truths within you, just as his whip has done with your flesh; straight forward, placed by design, awakening a new sense of self, of purpose, of discipline. Instilling a new sense of drive within you.

 There are no perhaps,  only certainties  that you will rage against or surrender to.











4/10/2012 9:32:48 AM

 I keep  getting way too many emails..  I look at the ones with pics attached first..  the others I'll read as  time goes by and if I have the time.

I'm real time, so please do not come to Me looking to cyber, I don't have time for that.  I will chat though, if My schedule allows..  


5/22/2011 2:36:19 AM

TONIGHT

When I take you into my arms and lay you down and feel the tips of my fingers flowing along your flesh. I watch as you slip off into my world and become mine.. feeling the shivers of desire flowing throughout you. I lift your hair and run my leather around your neck and pull you up and kiss you.. my breath warming your lips before my kiss.

My eyes dark and intense, looking beyond yours looking deep within you, seeing the things you have kept in the dark recesses of your mind, your heart, your passions.. those longing you have long put away and too afraid now to rekindle or even admit to. I reach within you and draw them to me.. for you, as they are mine.

My touch grows more deliberate and fuels a heat in you as a candles wax is upon the flesh hot, strong deep in it's burning.. needful you grow.. hungry.
I lift your chin and ask you what are you? you reply.." what ever you want me to be" I ask you who are you? To that you reply, " i am who you have made me to be.. the one you have chained and yet set free. i am the woman I am no longer afraid to be. i am I."

I kiss you, and you respond with a desperate hunger.. knowing that no matter where I take you, no matter who much afraid you might be. I will embrace you and protect you and take you openly into my arms..

I have brought you here to please me, my inner desires to feel my need to to feel your body betray you and surrender your vanquished needs to my hand. I kiss you softly and lay you back down and you realize that with all of you, you love me, as I remind you, though my ways are easy to love, I will be the hardest love you have ever experienced.... slipping further into the softness of the covers, your eyes heavy, you heart slows and relaxes and knows my words to be true..

I watch you laying there as you slumber, shedding the worries of the world, the beauty I see as I, the Panther watches over what is mine.. as I trace my fingertips upon my mark.. I watch as you turn and even in your sleep find your flesh compelled to obey.

I, the Panther, takes my place to watch over you and take you when my hunger is strong. pulling your naked form up against me I feel you snuggle in and wiggle your ass up against my loins.. where you belong.. where your heart calls home.. the paradox.. the tenderness of a cold heart, black with cruelty yet not evil in his ways.. your home, your man.. & you are Mine.

5/22/2011 2:32:54 AM

 Do you...  

 

When I pull you close and take away your defenses do you cry foul and crumple to the floor? Do you get angry and refuse to see another path?

When I strip you of your layers, do you lay there and cry and say it's not fair and tell me a man should pamper and protect?

When I take you and inflict pain, do you play the victim ?

OR

Do you learn that without defenses you gain strength, you learn to overcome your sense of weakness?

Do you find that the layers were actually a hindrance? Layers that were weighing you down and restricting the freedom of growth

Do you find, that even pain, brings pleasure, and from it's core grows radiance and passion..

All of these things, even the flower must do, if it is ever to break free of the seed.

 


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polaire
 
 Age: 22
 Zimbabwe, Alabama