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I have tried and failed to serve any superior lady effectively. I am 32 year old submissive male from Bombay in India. I have been part of this world for a good 15 years. It seems to be a part of my psyche and it is difficult for me to part ways with it. I am looking for good quality interactions with Females who identify themselves as essentially superior. I enjoy serving such women, domestically and sexually. Of late i have been identifying myself as a cuck. It is not something i have experienced. I have had the fortune of interacting with lovely Dommes from around the world and also the ignominy of dealing with a few tasteless and of course the myriad masqueraders on here. I consider myself honest, genuine and intelligent. As a sub i do not consider myself as a pushover and need to be directed towards that end. Time and privacy are my major constraints but i have been said to be a person who is keen to serve. I possess certain toys but am primarily looking for Online. I am also tired of kowtowing to people who do not verify themselves. Yes submission is about trust and exposure but in this world especially the online world is it wise to enter into such interactions with people who are usually not who they say they are?

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8/19/2013 10:58:21 AM

Chance Encounters - 16.08.2013 - Freedom in slavery

They say every dog has it's day. I never believed that. But something happened to change my belief. I was frustrated with my time on this website. Playing with people and usually being played by people. Yet, my need and desire to submit was overwhelming me and drawing me to this place, in the hope of meeting the One that makes all the other nonsense worthwhile.  It is the proverbial case of the Knight in Shining Armour, Prince Charming or Princess Magnificent.

A chance, i would probably have never ever taken, I did and initiated contact with Mistress Natasha, a person I had seen on this website for almost two years but never dared to speak with. What came over me? I look at it as destiny and providence. To my luck and privilege i was  granted the honour of being in her august presence. To be examined and checked if i was worthy of being trained. The answer is of course No. But the kindness and benevolence that She exudes, She gave me the opportunity to be trained! I am sure this is out of compassion for a wretch like me.

 

I was transported in to the magical land of Mistress Natasha. There she sat on Her throne bejeweled with the finest diamonds but none that could outshine Her. Her countenance was serene and beautiful yet at the same glistened with control and superiority.

She explained to me the difference between being submissive and being a slave.

"Nobody can become a slave without training, irrespective of how submissive they are...just like the most intelligent of children cannot become a doctor or a pilot without the education"

I realised in one sentence she explained the world of D/s to me.

I was nervous and tensed but she calmed me down.

"Deep Breaths! Relax Slave" she repeated patiently

I was naked before Her. My elbows at the back of my head pointing upwards and exposing my armpits. My legs spread wide leaving my hole vulnerable and open and of course my cock exposed.  As a slave i needed to be completely revealed in front of Her.

Yes I could feel her superiority as she controlled me.

As per her instructions i breathed slowly and deeply...marinating in only one thought and one thought alone...

I AM A SLAVE BORN TO SERVE AND SUBMIT!

I could feel myself sinking in the quicksand that was Mistress Natasha.

I did not want to fight this. It was dissolving me, consuming me, destroying me, but also building me into what i needed to become. A truly owned slave.

I folded my hands in front of Her in obeisance.

And begged to be trained. Begged like the bitch that i was.

Yes i was not worthy. No body could be worthy of this person

But i begged to be accepted because like a moth i was drawn to Her flame.

I wanted to be consumed by Her used and abused, humiliated and degraded

I begged as she finally relented. Yes i was going to be under those feet.

On my best day i would never be worthy of Her feet

I was a submissive who like an unruly horse needed to be broken in

Broken and tamed as she put it.

She brought out the rope and painfully wrapped it around my balls. Tight with one end in my mouth i was chomping at the bit. Saliva drooling out from my mouth and copious amounts of precum flowing freely from the tip of my cock.

I heard her whisper to me - Pain will surface to demotivate you, to defeat you...it is your quest to  win over it"

 I was rejuvenated on hearing these words. I could feel her hot breath on my body and i tingled as it assaulted my senses. I moaned in pain and pleasure.

The rope wound its way around my neck and under my armpits through the back and under my ass and onto my balls. I was bent over, knowinng that if i straightened out i might be castrated as the rope cut into my sack.

I was doubling over as Mistress Natasha coaxed me ....Straighten out. Keep your back straight. I tried my best to obey her. Fear, pain and duty took over but i just could not straighten out completely. She was kind to me.

THen came the process of being plugged. I widened my legs as she carefully introduced a slim toothbrush which was atleast six inches in length. I could feel it probe into my asshole and work its way up slowly and surely. Lathered in my own saliva it made its journey upwards until it hit resitance and could go no further.

I was in pain...my balls were blue with pain. My ass was screaming from being molested

But i just had to bear this. It was my rite of passage. THis was the opportunity of a lifetime and i could not let it pass!!

I was moaning in pain and every move i made reminded me of the brush that was safely snuggled in my asshole. It reminded me that i was the bitch of Mistress Natasha.

I was in pain and feel to my knees at the feet of my supreme Goddess

I could see her beautiful toes and the arches of her feet.

"Clean my shoes" She commanded me

And i needed no second invitation as i hungrily licked her soles of her heels. Licking, sucking eating the dirt from her soles. It was my manna that came down from heaven.

As i licked and cleaned i felt her soft hands on my neck.

She was collaring me with a shiny blue collar. It was my identity.

I could feel her fingers clip it on with practiced ease. She held the leash and tugged on it to show me who was my Owner.

I had no doubts in my mind.

I was tied up in a corner just out of reach of her.

Her beautiful fragrance wafted through the air.

I was thirsty and needed water. She could read my mind and said

"Open up slave, you need my holy nectar:"

She positioned herself on top of me and spread her legs as a stream of golden nectar flowed like the pristine waters from the heights of the Himalayas.

It was holy to me and i could not waste a drop as i drowned in her essence

I gratefully thanked my owner as i realized that i was now Her property

i surrendered all!

 She then dressed me up in a pair of lacey black panties that was too small for me.

and a black brassiere.

I slept at her feet, tied to the bedpost with my leash...my ass plugged and wearing skimpy female underwear. Yes I was a slave to the most wonderful Mistress


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BellezzaDivine
 
 Age: 46
 ONT, Canada