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LuvHerControl
Hetero Male, 55, Limerick, Ireland 
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LuvHerControl
Lets see how far you can push me.
Let me stand in front of you, embarrassed and vulnerable but willing and craving your pleasure.
Let me struggle, let me cry, let me be submissive to you, let me give you pleasure.
2/1/2018 6:58:53 AM: So, for very many years I carved something what it was developed over time. I know what it is. I want what it is. I crave what it is. But of course there are two sides to every story. My story is I want to be spanked by a lady who enjoys spanking men. This lady will know how to spank a man and will know (or learn) how to drive him beyond his limits. Yes I want to be driven to my limits and beyond.  What I dread is humiliation as I submit to being told to bend over her knee and remain there no matter what until she is finished. The embarrassment of having to drop my pants down to my ankles when she tells me to do so. The utter humiliation and embarrassment of bending over her lap knowing that in just a few seconds I will be sore. Knowing that I will not respond or for that matter even influence when it stopped. It is as if she owns my body. Her closeness and intimate behaviour is hers to enjoy and mine to fear. Not knowing what will come and how it will come and for how long it will come.  Then, those dreaded moments when the underpants are to be brought down to my ankles, when I pass over her lap as I rub slightly offer her nylons, so embarrassing yet my humiliation is hers to enjoy. Even when she puts me over a bench and bears down with her full might on my bottom again and again. Her enjoyment I crave just as much as my spanking.   I have this insatiable need to be spanked. My ravenous need to feel her pleasure as pain with the sting and the thump of an implement means doing and acting as she so desires. To obey without ion and to take my fate as my only ive willingly by embracing its discomfort. Not something I care to make available to all but only to those I can trust, respect and kneel in submission to.   Is it all about me, no, it’s about us both. I am the bottom and she is the top. When I kneel in front of her I give my submission, when she calls for me to bend over her lap I am hers to spank and to explore her desires for her pleasure.  What she desires is pleasure from my torment and I gladly give it. So, when she wants to make it interesting why not as we can have our trust built up to try something different, new and exhilarating adding excitement and a further step on our journey of top and bottom.   Oh it’s the place to be  Across her knee  For a spanking  So that I can be free So when she says that she would like to spank me I am at once shaking in anticipation yet grateful indeed and look forward to it. The lead in, the expectation and execution all combine adding to the overall promise of my submission. I so want to be up the mark for her enjoyment and titillation. It is my place where my obedience is desired and expected and it is my desire to submit to her gratification, her enjoyment, her pleasure, her indulgence, her desires and her dreams. It is my sole desire to empower her irations without question and with total obedience. My promise to her is to give up total control, by us growing trust and limits over time. I will take satisfaction from her pleasure as she sets the scene, keeps me in suspense, anticipating, vulnerable, exposed and spanked. Her contentment and elation totally turns me into my submissive self.   What then does a bottom like me want? Have I got a profile? The answer is no – except for an interest and desire to spank for your pleasure. After that there is only obedience from me and dominance from you.

6/16/2010 5:14:38 AM: What I Deserve       Yes Ma’am I can just imagine what you would do to me.   Striped to my jocks awaiting your pleasure.   Waiting in fear and awe of your female authority and might.   Trembling and sweating knowing my time will come.   Then it comes.   Positioned across your knee like a little boy.   Helpless and submissive relinquishing control.   Lilly white backside in need of a colour.   Then spanked without mercy for being a brat.   Spanked quiet a lot and deserving it.   Spanked until Ma’am is happy and finds   A reason to continue and spank yet again.              

6/13/2010 3:20:00 PM: Bedtime   Out of the blue my wife said to me that she was going to spank each night for a full month before we go to bed.  I just stood there like a fool when she said it.  Then she took off her skirt and caught hold of me and put me across her knee with trousers down.  The first night she gave me fifty hand spanks.   The second night she gave me fifty hand spanks and twenty hair brush.  That brush hurt really badly.    The third night she gave me 100 hand spanks 40 hair brush and then 100 hand spanks again.  The fourth night it was just the hair brush for 200 spanks.    The fifth night she bent me over the high dressing table and tied me down.  After 500 hand spanks she took a light cane from the press set the alarm on the clock for ten minutes and continually used it until the alarm went off.  Then she untied me stripped me naked bent me over her knees and used the hair brush for 100 swats.  Needless to say my eyes were full of tears.    The sixth night was like the first night and so were all the other days except for the tenth night.    I expected to get the same which I did right up until she took out a heaver cane.  The pattern continued on the fifteenth night.  Again a much heavier cane but everything else was the same.  On the fortieth night I was on the floor wiping the tears from my eyes when I say her sitting on a chair.  She had her tights on and a bra but no panties.    When she saw me looking at her she slowly spread her legs revealing herself.  She gestured slowly with her hands for me to go to her and I responded.  Licking, sucking, and kissing feverishly with all my passion and might.  She screamed in release and remained breathless for minutes after as I continued.   Then she slowly stopped me.  “Thank you I needed that”.   She slowly turned my legs back against the bed so that my penis was aimed down at my mouth.  With her breasts on my very sore buttocks she slowly began to milk.  Then raising the tempo and as I straightened up to release she open my mouth and aimed my load straight in.  Each drop was carefully put in my mouth.    I noticed she was back on her spanking chair again so I went over wondering what was going to happen.  With her hands she gestured I get into position and I did.  I stayed there perfectly still without moving even in response to the spanks like I usually did.  I don’t know how long I was there but I remained totally resigned to my spanking.    When the cycle began again I did the same.  Perhaps she trained me to be a good spank toy for her and truly submissive.                      

6/10/2010 2:10:21 PM: I Had a DreamI had a dream that one day you met me far away from Cork and far away from Limerick.  You told me to have on me a track suit bottom, a pair of clingy boxers and a t-shirt.  You gave me a time and a place.  You told me to be there ahead of time and be waiting for you to arrive.  You told me to have showered well and I did.   And so I went two hours ahead of time sitting in my car waiting for you to arrive.  When you did you had told me that I was to get into the back of your car face down and I did.  We arrived and you got into the back seat.  You had told me to kiss your two legs and then place myself over your knees and did this too.  I was to pick up your bat and hand it to you and I did as well.    You told me that for 20 minutes you were going to build up some pain and you did.  Then you stopped you told me that I was to pull down my track suit bottoms and you would tie down my legs so that they were restricted.  Then you told me that I would be punished again for at least 30 minutes this time.  Finally you told me that when we met you would then put me in the front passenger’s seat on my hands and knees facing backwards.  When you would clap your hands I was to drop my boxers for you to view your work and I did.    You told me you would laugh at me and if you desired you would put me back over your knee again just because you wanted to and I was to obey and I said I would.  You told me not to say anything to you and I didn’t and not to look you in the eye from start to finish and I didn’t.  You promised me that you would hold me down and should I resist you would go even harder and you did.    You told me that if we met you would break me and you did.  You told me that if I bent over your lap you would make me cry and I did.  And most of all you told me that you would enjoy every second of it and you did.  Its just a pity it was a dream.          

3/16/2010 9:51:09 AM: Visions of My Deserved Punishment   It was entirely my own fault.  I had lied to her.  There was no excuse.  Now my time of atonement had come.  It was time to feel for the first time the power of her discipline.  I will enter the room of punishment crawling like the snake I am.  I will receive my punishment that is HER right to inflict.  My blood pounded through my veins.  My body over heated to the point of sweat.  I was beginning to panic.    The door creaked as I shoved it in front of me. I got on all fours.  I crawled towards HER in the centre of the room.  SHE sat there like a queen.  Glorious and radiant as the sun shown down on HER like rays from heaven.  I quickly took my eyes away.  Still terrified and totally apprehensive about what was in store.  I moved on all fours until I could see HER beautiful nylon clad legs in front of me without lifting up my eyes. There I rested totally on the ground.  No longer could I see HER legs, for they looked so shiny, so silky, so soft and oh so sexy that for a moment my arousal was uncomfortable.    My instruction was like a gift.  I was to kiss these beauty pillars of female supremacy.  I am to kiss gently and slowly from the foot to the very top with loving lips for her pleasure.  I took my time, slowly and gently kissing each part of the front of HER left leg and making my way to the knee.  Once there my instructions were to go down the right leg.  Slowly and surely I kissed my way to HER left foot.  I kissed loving moments like roses in honour of feminist.  It was such a pleasure such an honour such excitement that again my discomfort was evident.  But SHE knew from the first moment my eyes were fixed on those beautiful legs.  Those legs of beauty that would be the resting place of pain for HER pleasure and for my own good.   HER legs spread and I would go between them without raising my head above HERS.  Resting on HER left knee and held by the right leg, it was time for penance as my underpants was pushed down.  I laid there wondering and waiting, totally vulnerable and submissive.   SHE felt the target area and caressed it so gently.  My arousal was instant.  I could feel the nylons resting against my body and as SHE moved me into position my wet penis, glanced against those pillars of femdom and became an encumbrance of humiliation as SHE laughed.  Then all went silent.  HER hand held in position on my arse I knew the time had come.    Now I noticed for the first time music playing in the back ground.  Its beat was continuous.  Each stroke from HER beautiful hand came to rest as the beat pounded.   Each smack was rested.  Each beat delivered a light stinging sensation.  SHE increased the intensity moment by moment.  My body reacted when it hurt too much.  But SHE would keep every following spank a level just below.  But then the intensity would again increase piece by piece and blow by blow.  SHE watched my reaction as SHE would meet my tolerance level and then push me beyond it inch by inch.  When my reactions stopped and I became immune SHE would discontinue and massage her target, gently, lovingly and tenderly.  I became uncomfortable as her nails clawed my bottom creating an instant erection.   I was very afraid to wet HER nylons but SHE again knew when to draw back.  Punishment would continue.  This process happened again and again.  Now and then I would be let kneel up straight allowing the blood back into all areas.    My manhood would loose its excitement, but again and again with the rubbing of my buttocks and a nail or two it would be rekindled.  This was my punitive denial and SHE enjoyed every moment of my uncomfortable moments and laughed.  SHE was strong having played games in HER youth.  Each stroke was sure and painful.  Each swat was held as the jaw of each struck buttock wobbled.  SHE knew what SHE was doing and executed this tuition with proficiency.  My struggling was met with higher and faster intensity.  I could only lay there totally submissive and aligned to my situation.  I could feel my bottom like as if it would glow in the dark.  My eyes began to leak and tears filled up distorting my view.  When the music stopped nothing could be heard except the impact of my punishment.  Each spank registered soundly in my brain from the noise and my bottom now pulsing, recorded the continuous elevation of my threshold driven onward slowly and surely by Ma’am.   Time marched on lots of time marched on and my lesson would only end when Ma’am felt it was time to end regardless of my tears or my beseeching, and rightly so.  My introduction to HER might left me trembling, sobbing and totally yielding to HER wonderful and intelligent mind as I stood in the corner for HER to admire her work on my naked bottom.                                 

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