The Freedom of her Collar
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Posted:Dec 12, 2019 4:51 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 1:23 pm 8024 Views
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She lay there, in the huge bathtub, soaking in her bubble bath. She had removed her collar and set it on the table beside the tub. As she looked at it, she noticed there were a few places starting show wear. She figured it should, as she'd been wearing it for a lil over 10 years now. Wow, how time had flown. Seemed yesterday she was a total newbie in the bdsm world. She had known her desires, and no way fulfill them. That is, she'd met Him.
She'd had a friend she worked with that was collared a Master, and had spent untold amounts of lunch hours listening to the stories her friend told her about their life. She remembered thinking how much she'd looked forward to her lunch hours, just to hear those stories. Her friend had offered to take her to a social gathering within the bdsm community, kind of a meet and greet, and be her protector during the ordeal. She'd agreed to go.
Eyes open wide, expecting to see all kinds of degenerate acts going on, she'd gone in with hopes. She'd been single for awhile now, and seemed her pussy was always wanting be played with, but she could never find a partner good enough, that was worth the effort, so she'd resigned herself always be single. Walking into this gathering, she was quite surprised. It was a quiet affair, reminding her of cocktail parties she'd heard her parents talk about, when she was younger. There were about 25 people, most dressed in "normal" clothes, much like what she had on. She did notice a few women and men wearing collars, some whose leashes were attached to their Owner's hands. Some kneeling, but otherwise, a fairly "vanilla" gathering. She tried to hide her disappointment, and replaced it with intrigue, instead. Her friend took her around, introducing her to some of the people, whose names she'd forgotten by the time the next introductions were made. She had noticed HIM. Since that point, He was her real focus. He wasn't "movie star" handsome or even gorgeous. There was just something about His presence, His energy. Her friend noticed her gaze, then led her by the hand over Him, introduce them. Her friend introduced Him as "John", but she could Him "Sir", if she liked. She introduced herself as Susan, and shook His hand. His touch was electric. He smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, Susan". She melted. There was a certain quiet authority in His voice. A certain timbre, that she knew He'd never have to raise His voice to her. She knew at that moment, she was His.
It took a few meetings before she gave herself Him, but when she did, she was committed learning all He had teach her. She’d been nervous at first, always thinking at any moment she would disappoint Him, and He’d take her collar back, and get rid of her. He never did. She remembered all the times she’d mess up, when learning something , and remembered how He’d gently reminded her of how it was supposed be. She remembered He always allowed her express herself, dress how she wanted, do her hair the way she wanted, etc, instructing her when there was a specific need. When she became His, and earned her collar, she remembered Him saying as He collared her, “You are now free, lil .” She thought it strange, but thinking back over the years, she realized what He’d meant.
She was truly free. She was free from worrying about having a man love her. He did, more than she could comprehend. She was free from having worry about other women, because He’d shown her that her chainsisters were not a threat her position as His. Shown her that , over and over, she finally saw it with her own eyes. She was free from having worry about security, as He provided a good stable Home for her. She knew all of her needs would be cared for, and a good portion of her wants and desires, as well. He was a very generous Master. The more she remembered how little she had fear and doubt, the more she realized she truly didn’t have any fears or doubts left at all.
Smiling from ear ear, she jumped up in the bathtub, nearly falling of it, catching herself on the side. She forced herself slow down, control her breathing, as her Master had taught her do when she got excited, all those years ago. She grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her, not bothering to fully dry off. She carefully placed her collar around her neck again, making sure it was perfectly straight.
She walked into the living room, where her Master was sitting in His chair, His “throne”, relaxing, watching something on tv. Being careful not to disrupt His view, she quickly went over to Him, and knelt at His feet, hands behind her back, head down. Smiling, she waited, a lil chilled by still being damp from the shower, but smiling from ear to ear, all the while.
After a few minutes, during a commercial break in the show He was watching, He patted her head and said, “Is there something you need, lil one?” She looked up, smiled broadly and said, “Yes, Master. I just wanted to thank you, ever so much. I finally realized what you meant when you gifted me Your collar, and said I was now free. I get it now, truly get it .Thank you sooooo very much, Master, I am truly blessed and free from doubt, worry, and fear. Thank you.” She then bowed her head again, still smiling.
He sat there a second, then reached down and gently raised her gaze, to meet His. He smiled, looked deep into her eyes for a moment, and said, “Yes, pet. I do believe you’ve got it.” You may go dry off, and get ready for bed.” Then He leaned down gently kiss her trembling lips.
“Thank You, Master”. With a tear and a smile, she went dry off, and get ready for bed.
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Why I write the way I do......
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Posted:Dec 12, 2019 4:31 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 1:23 pm 7467 Views
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I've gotten questions about writings, mostly about the stories I write.
I've been asked if I'm , a slave, and just posing as a Master.
Definitely not.
I'm neither , nor submissive in any way.
I write from the perspectives I do, show those that may desire become Mine, that I truly DO understand their perspectives.
I've been called a coward and a woman hater, too.
Nothing in any of writings denotes cowardice, or hatred of women.
Individual interpretations vary, be sure, but damn, grow a fuckin brain. lol
those of you that enjoy writings, thank you. I will be posting more soon, I'm sure.
I don't have the time I , write, but will attempt do so more often in the future.
Thank you for your time.
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Posted:Dec 7, 2019 2:23 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 1:23 pm 7519 Views
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I know the instant messenger on here sucks.
If you really want to reach Me, leave Me your contact info in a comment on one of My blog posts.
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Why?
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Posted:Jun 22, 2019 1:34 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 1:23 pm 8160 Views
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Why do I get form letters from supposed submissives?
Why do I get Dommes constantly checking My profile, when I'm OBVIOUSLY not a subbie?
Why do I get women claiming desire My collar, then trying top Me from the bottom?
Why do I get emails asking Me questions I've already answered either in My profile, or here in My posts?
Why are people lazy?
Why is it so hard to find what I desire?
Why do people lie, for no apparent reason?
Why are you reading Me vent about stupid shit? lol
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Profile Info
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Posted:Jun 17, 2019 12:38 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2019 6:49 am 8674 Views
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Introduction
If ya like what ya see, don't "flirt" or "hotlist" Me.
Find Me.
I'm just a Kursed Kreature, in a state of Discord. #0287
Or you can find Me SKY clad in PE class, just being a Kreature.
You can figure it out. If you can't, then you're not for Me.
Everything is subject to change. (including this profile)
Everything in life, is a choice. Everything 's ever happened in your life, can be traced back to a choice you made.
No excuses. You are the author of your own fate.
I am a polygamous Master, meaning I do have, and will have, more than one slave. But not for the reasons most assume.
I do not have a stable, herd, or pack.
If you'd like to know the reasons, ask. Do not think you will change how I run My household. If you're offended statement, or not willing to see how it is a beneficial and beautiful thing, move along now.
You say you desire to serve. You may get chance.
You say you desire to have your horizons expanded. You may get chance.
You say you desire your fantasies fulfilled. You may get chance.
You say you desire discipline. You may get chance.
You say you desire structure. You may get chance
You say you're looking for your "One". You may just find Him.
Whether or not One is Me, remains to be seen.
I do not do "velcro" collars. I do not do online collars.
If I accept you as Mine, then it's with the expectation at some point in the future, you WILL be in My household.
Distance is no issue for Me. Geography can be remedied.
If you have "no" under the relocate header, fine. You're not for Me.
If you have "yes" or "maybe/yes", then do NOT tell Me I'm too far away.
makes you a liar. Simple.
If you become Mine, you will become My pet, My toy, My property, My slut, My bitch, and My slave.
If you cannot see the beauty of becoming those things for One, then I am not the right One for you.
I can see your potential, and know how to bring it out of you. Whether or not you desire to live up to potential, is up to you, and the choices you make.
There are rumors going around, especially on here, I am an angry person.
This is not true. I do not get angry.
I do, however, get frustrated with people, are not true.
They are not true to themselves, therefore, cannot be true to anyone else.
I abhor dishonesty. Lie to Me, you're dead to Me. It's simple.
My life is black and white, not shades of grey.
Something either is, or it isn't. And, something is, til it isn't. Simple.
I don't do complicated. Takes too much energy, and not worth My time, effort, or energy.
I am a happy person. I am happy with Who/What/How I am.
I enjoy life, as much as possible. I prefer laughter, to tears.
I simply do not tolerate negative energies in My life. Simple.
I am not looking for liars, players, or fakes.
If you are not true to your word, you are in fact, a liar.
If you're into games or "playing the field", you are in fact, a player.
If you state you're submissive but don't behave in a submissive manner, you are in fact, a fake.
Simple.
No varying degrees. You either are, or aren't, who/what/how you claim to be.
Simple.
The easiest way to get to know Me, is to talk to Me.
Notice I said talk, not chat.
I do not "chat". If I choose to gift you with My time or attention, it's because I see potential in you.
I do not message every woman on here.
I am not desperate, I've no need to be.
I'm an extremely patient man. Quality takes time.
So, if you've read this far, you're obviously interested.
Read My blog posts, they will give you insight into Me.
If you do, do not read between the lines.
There's nothing there but empty space.
I say exactly what I mean, and mean exactly what I say.
I can only put the information out there, I am not responsible for how you try to twist it to fit your own perceptions.
I'm sure a lot of you have made it this far, think I have no sense of humor.
I do. Take the time to get to know Me, and you'll find out.
I just put the serious stuff here, to weed out the wannabe's.
My Ideal Person I do not have an "ideal" person.
I do , however, have standards.
If you are offended those standards, then you are not for Me.
Not every slave is right for every Master, and not every Master is right for every slave.
If W/we're not a fit, no reason to be offended, just move along.
Life's too short to get hung up on shit.
If you've made it this far, and are curious about My standards, here ya go:
I expect you to be female.
I expect you to be submissive, subservient, obedient, appreciative, patient, understanding, and respectful.
I expect you to have a willingness not only to learn new things, but to un-learn what you have learned.
I don't care what experience/training you've had. You were not trained to serve Me.
W/we've all been through some kind of trauma in O/our lives.
Your past can only control you, for as long as you let it.
I can you work through/past it, if you're willing to put forth the effort.
I expect you to be h/w proportionate, and if not, willing to work towards goal.
I will not apologize for My standards. I don't have to.
You must be drug and disease free. (contagious diseases, of course)
A lil extra padding is fine. I like curves. If you have the body of a 10yr old boy, then I have one thing to say: EAT SOMETHING!!!
The flip side of is, if I feel I'd need a snorkel, to gift you with a mustache ride, you need to be willing to work towards being healthy.
If not, if all you have is excuses, then you're not worth My time, effort, or energy.
I used to weigh 395 lbs, and now I'm at 224.
If you weigh more than I do, be willing to work on it, or be 7ft tall.
I have pictures on My profile, of Me.
You should, too, or at least be willing to send one (or more).
If you're real, then you'll have no problem proving you are.
I require you send Me a picture of your face, holding up a piece of paper with My nic from here with today's date on it.
If you can't/won't, then I have no use for you.
Simple.
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Sometimes...I wish I were blind
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Posted:Jan 25, 2016 4:08 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 1:23 pm 108249 Views
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I see too much.
I see everything.
Those things you do, that you don't think I see, but I do.
I see your actions.
I see your words.
When they don't match up, it breaks My heart.
You think to yourself, "Oh, He won't know"
But I do.
I see it.
You say you have to work, but I see your car at another's house.
You say you have to have dinner with your parents.
But, I see you on cam, naked, on another website.
You tell Me I'm the most important thing to you.....
yet you're adding "friends" every day
You say you're tired of everyone just wanting sex, that you want more,
I offer it, then all of a sudden you're too busy to talk
I see everything.
I really wish I didn't.
I wish I could be blind, sometimes.
I wish I didn't care.
I wish
For bliss
For oblivion
For the Void
My grandmother used to say, "wish in one hand, shit in the other, see which one fills up first"
Well, I've had enough shit on My hands
Time for My wishes to come true
I am a patient man, not always by choice
Yes, there are times blindness can be a blessing
But the heart still hurts.......
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Things to know, if you even THINK you might desire to become Mine...
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Posted:Jan 19, 2016 12:36 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 1:23 pm 111783 Views
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1. I smoke cigarettes. I'm in the process of quitting, but it's going to be awhile yet.
2. I rarely, if ever, drink. If I or Mine do drink, W/we NEVER get drunk.
3. I don't do illegal drugs, neither do Mine.
4. I currently have one dog. I'm not running an animal shelter. If you have more than one 4 legged pet, time to make a choice as to which one means the most to you.
5. My house is NOT -friendly. If your aren't grown and gone, move along.
6. If you lie to Me, you're dead to Me. There is NO excuse to not be honest %100. The truth ALWAYS comes out. Don't waste My time.
7. I don't do "social" bdsm: munches, gatherings, etc.
8. I and Mine do not "swing" with O/others.
9. Mine do NOT submit to anyOne but Me. Period.
10. Before I accept someone as Mine, that I've met online, they WILL, without question, be on cam and phone with Me. Not for sex, for verification. If that's a problem for you, move along now.
11. If I accept someone as Mine, they WILL move into My household, when the time is right. That time is of My designation.
12. Any female interested in becoming Mine, will read My profile fully, as well as all of My writings/blogs.
This should be enough for now, I'm sure I'll think of more later.
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Patterns.......
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Posted:Dec 22, 2015 6:21 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 1:23 pm 128124 Views
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I have noticed a few patterns of late.
99% of the women I've talked to, are liars, players, fakes, and/or psychos.
Go figure.
I guess you'd have to be a lil "crazy" by today's standards, to even desire a D/s or M/s relationship.
That being said, I've also noticed another pattern, mainly among My readers.
Any post title that might insinuate some kind of personal drama, people read like crazy.
I've got one post, that's only been up about 10 days, and the site is showing there's been over 14000 readers/viewers.
I do appreciate when people enjoy My writings, but, the stories I've put heart, soul, blood, sweat, and tears into, aren't being read.
That kind of makes Me sad.
I will ask a favor of My readers/viewers, please, check out My other writings:
"Good Girl"
"Bathing Beauty"
"Master's Mistress"
"Communication"
"Desolation..."
"Immobility"
"Chopsticks"
"One of Many"
"Many for One"
"Birthday Present"
And I'm sure, many more to come.
For those of you interested in My actual writings, not just My rants, I am currently working on a 7 book series, a trilogy, two standalone novels, and a compilation of short stories, some of which I've posted as blog posts. (listed above)
I do appreciate constructive feedback, praise, commentary and conversation.
Derisive commentary will be deleted.
Please, enjoy My writings, as I enjoy writing them for you.
Thanks again, for your time.
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The One(s) That Got Away.........
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Posted:Dec 21, 2015 9:10 am
Last Updated:Jul 6, 2019 2:08 am 129165 Views
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Some people spend their whole lives looking for that ONE perfect mate. I've been lucky enough to find three. They were perfect for Me, in almost every way, except one: I wasn't the right "One" for them.
The first was 23yrs ago. She was My first slave. I explained to her about the Universal Elemental energies, and how I needed My 5 to fulfill that need. She was sure she could fulfill all 5. She couldn't. She died trying. No, I didn't kill her, it just wore her down to the point that when she got sick, she couldn't recover.
It broke My heart, and I swore I'd never let it happen again.
The second was about 3yrs ago. This one fit every parameter I'd set, even didn't mind Me being a polygamous Master. I know, JACKPOT, right? Sadly, again, I wasn't right for her. Apparently, due to family issues, and lack of communication, she'd found her "One", during a time when she wasn't returning My calls, texts, etc. Guess I should've seen that one coming, but I didn't.
The third one, was fairly recent. She struck Me to My very soul. Even to the point I was willing to re-think My whole paradigm, and make some changes, just to accommodate her. But, in the course of just trying to carry on a conversation with her, she deemed I was putting "too much pressure on her", and "blowing up her phone". 3 text messages over the course of 2 hours, each not requiring any reply at all is "blowing up her phone"? Really? Wow. Just. Wow. Seems to Me, she was just looking for any excuse. Of course, I don't know what convos she'd had with any O/others during this time, as she wasn't telling Me, and I didn't ask. Whatever it was, she obviously found reason to deem I wasn't her "One". She has her fantasy, and she's welcome to it. I do hope she finds it. The sad part is, the one slave I do have at home, really liked her, too. That's even rarer.
For Me, though, that's it. Three strikes, I'm out. Not going to do this anymore. What I desire, truly doesn't exist. To think that the Universe would actually put someone in My path, that fits all of My parameters, or even most of them, a fourth time in this lifetime, would just be ludicrous.
So, this will be My last post/writing.
To all of you that have enjoyed My writings so far, thank you for taking the time to read them.
For those of you that think you can change My mind, don't.
Just.
Don't.
Not gonna happen.
I can not, will not, go through this again.
So, to those of you chasing a fantasy, I do hope you find it, and your reality is better than your fantasy.
The sad truth is, it won't be.
Good luck to you A/all.
Goodbye.
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