12/26/2017 3:13:18 PM: First Time (erotica)We'd certainly mentioned sex on our first date and in the chats after that but those conversations were largely about pets and roommates and family and cars and the vagaries of CollarSpace. This was the night where we would take things a step further. After dinner we went back to her apartment for the first time. It wasn't like she asked me back; more like she insisted that her apartment was what was next. Her apartment was tiny and cute. It had one thing she kept apologizing for though, her roommate, who sat reading in the living room. She introduced me briefly as the 'one she keeps talking about' and then she drug me by the wrist up to her bedroom. She teased me with clever words. She found time between the words to remove my shirt and take off everything she wore. She wanted tied to the corner of her bed, a sturdy four poster with dark wood. I tied her hands behind her back and had her kneel with her back to the bed's corner. I took my time lashing her torso and thighs to the post. Last but not least was the rope collar pulling her neck to the top of the pillar. Her breath was heavy with fear and excitement. She looked up at me and then looked as far down as she could without choking herself on the rope around her neck. 'There's an envelope <pant> in the kitchen <pant> under the toaster.'Her breathing became faster. I looked at her for a good thirty seconds before deciding to walk to the door. This was the first time I'd tied her, and I would be abandoning her with neck rope. Only for a minute, I told myself. I skipped down the stairs, doing all kinds of odd math in my head. What if I tripped on the stairs and fell unconscious? Her roommate would find her for sure. What on earth did she leave in an envelope under the toaster? Money? It made no sense, but it would have to make more sense once I opened it. I made my way past the roommate and realized I was not wearing a shirt. I wanted to say something clever about how obvious it was that fun times were unfolding upstairs but I just smiled and waltzed into the tiny kitchen. There was an envelope tucked under the toaster. I ripped it open and looked over my shoulder to see if the roommate was possibly headed into the kitchen. Seeing no motion from the living room I read the card inside, filled with her handwriting. 'If you are reading this then you have tied me in such a way that I don't think I can escape (or that I don't want to escape). I wasn't sure it would happen tonight but it did. When you return to wherever I am tied, know that you can do whatever you want with me. I hate spelling things out but any hole, any amount of time, any amount of pain, anything you want. I trust you.' Now it was my turn to pant. My eyes got wide and my knees got weak. I was seriously worried about tripping on the way back up the stairs to her bedroom. I composed myself. I stuck the envelope and card in my pants pocket, sure that I would be taking them home and adding them to my keepsake stash. I made my way carefully back up the stairs, keenly aware as I passed the roommate who would be given no explanation for my quick trip to the kitchen. (Maybe I should have grabbed a spatula, or something, to give her some ideas.)I opened the bedroom door to find her heaving and flushed. She looked up at me. 'Maybe <pant> we could not do anal tonight? <pant> <pant> And if you would please <pant> not get me pregnant <pant> that would be nice.' I looked at her, more amazed by my luck than my arousal. Here was someone who wanted to be tied helplessly, obviously gets turned on by it, and who becomes incredibly submissive in the process. Not only that, she still has the presence of mind to ask for a few limits. I've freaking won the lottery. She has been thinking about his night so much that she put a note under her toaster. I taxed my spinning brain for the perfect Dom-ly thing to say in response. I opened my mouth and these two inspired words fell out. 'Anything else?' Geez, at times like these I'd give my right hand for more power with words.She panted a few more times before speaking. 'Yes, if you end up <pant> sleeping with me <pant> could I sleep tied?' I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming.

11/25/2017 5:40:30 AM: It's been seven years since I've been on this site! It had a different domain back then.I had to update my age from 48 to 55. Wow. I can still chase down any submissive I know. I say that I keep in shape to look great naked but it's more accurate to say that it's to be able to top my partner.

8/2/2011 2:19:37 PM: Another great party at Doug's!  I pity the souls who can't get out to actual real life kink gatherings.  They really, really have no idea what they're missing.

6/15/2011 10:08:11 AM: This from taboofairy's profile...   'If you aren't involved in any of the local groups/scenes, don't expect an answer back unless you are really able to wow me.' ...is one of the smartest ideas I've seen here in a while.   I constantly encourage folks to try attending their local community gatherings.  It's where I'll insist you meet me first, and there's every chance you'll find someone there who's a better match for you than I could be.     Connecting with your local community will change your life.  You'll thank me later. :)

2/15/2011 1:35:36 PM: I've often thought that there must be ten male profiles on CM for every one female.   Then I decided to do a test.  I searched for 'Ohio' in the handle field, assuming that such a word would be used equally by both sexes.  Of the first 50 entries only two were female.   That's right, there appears to be 25 male profiles for each female.   Guys, it's a miracle any woman writes back given the competition.  Gals, I don't envy what you have to wade through to find a message of any substance. Good luck.   You won't find out about...  dot com from me because you can't type it into CollarMe.  It is automatically censored. :)