When BDSM Slaves Grow Old

I was recently considering my own life. I started in this world of service when I was in my late teens. All through my youth I had yearned to "be lead" and controlled. By the time I was 19 I was in a couple of photo shoots in the Dallas area. I was being used on a regular basis for fun and parties and in my mid-20's I already had a master and two mistresses. Then, as many of you know, I met in my mid 30's a wonderful Mistress in a wheelchair. She controlled me for the next several years before she died. Now I am faced at 45 with few prospects. It seems that most of the Dominant men and women seek young slaves. They seem to want that 19-25 year old range so they can "grow" them up and make them the slave they want. And, I must admit that at 45 my jewels dangle a little more than they used too.... But, overall I feel like I have a lot to offer. There has been some young women, interested in learning, approach me. Sadly, even though they were in the 19-30 range, none of them were serious about having a slave. They all basically wanted to "play with the idea" of having a male serve them. I remember one college co-ed that was 21 a couple of years ago meeting with me. We met in her dorm and then went to her room. When I knelt down in front of her, she asked me what I was doing. I responded that I was showing respect and assuming my position of service. Turns out she wanted her dorm room cleaned. I completed the task upon which she said, "Damn, you really will do anything won't you. Well, you're not fucking me tonight." I tried to explain that having intercourse was not my goal...although with this young lady I would not have had a problem with that had I been ordered to do so....but instead it was to serve. She laughed and hurried me out the door saying something about me being "too old for anything other than cleaning." The bottom line (no pun intended) is that an old slave can sometimes be the best. He or she knows what to do and how to do it. The old slave can introduce the young dominant to a world of pleasure, fun, and and eventually, after a little reverse training, the young dominate will hold a leash to a collar of a well trained, and collared, dedicated older slave.

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You might be a slave if....

Hi all! I had a little fun lately with some post on twitter (Slave_4_Collar) where I posted my "You might be a slave if..." run. It was great fun and got me a few RT's in the Twitter World! I also landed a huge compliment from a Professional Domme (BaronessV) I'm greatly humbled by that one, even without being in a humbler.

Anyway, long story short, I thought I'd shoot off a few here...um, lines that is, not something else.... I haven't done that in a few days now hoping for some fun in Houston. Okay, without further chatter, here we go:

You might be a slave if have no idea handcuffs are meant to restrain criminals.

You might be a slave if someone says, "Get down," and you automatically drop to your knees.

You might be a slave if you look forward to airport security pat down checks.

You might be a slave if you find yourself looking at dog collars and preparing to buy one, when you don't have a dog.

You might be a slave if you think cat collars would make good ball restraints.

You might be a slave if after sex your partner says clean it up and you assume you should use your mouth.

You might be a slave if you think pigs in a blanket is talking about bondage.

You might be a slave if someone says "Kiss me," and you think they mean to start at their feet.

You might be a slave if each time you see a bondage picture online you think, "I could handle being in that."

You might be a slave if you think the term "Clean up," always means with your mouth.

You might be a slave if you get a bone whenever a dominant person responds to your tweets.

You might be a slave if you are straight, but find yourself willing to serve a same sex owner.

You might be a slave if you think the bat making contact with the ball is not a baseball discussion, but a discussion about your cock bouncing your balls.

You might be a slave if you find yourself imagining people in the community dominating you.

You might be a slave if your idea of perfect sex includes your partner being happy while you restrain yourself.

You might be a slave if when you read in the Bible about the children of god coming out of bondage you think, "Why the heck would they want to do that?"

You might be a slave if when someone says, "I ought to punch you in the balls," you catch yourself wanting to say, "Please."

Hope you enjoyed them...got a million and one more. Maybe someday my new owner, if I find one, will enjoy hearing them. Cheers and until later...Remember, I could be on my knees in front of you with your leash leading to my collar....

Considering Future Options

I was recently talking with a friend of mine and she suggested that I write erotic fiction. Her point was simple, she said I write decent, I have my own background to use, and I know a lot about other people and things they've done. It's something I'm considering at this time.

Let's face it, a slave in his 40s has little chance of finding someone desiring to have a Domination/sub relationship. It's very hard to find. Most people have already settled down with their slaves and I'm not spring chicken anymore. I mean really, why do you think I use a picture from my twenties for this site? Nonetheless though, I could at least write, maybe build a small following, and maybe even make a living at it. It would be nice to write full time I think, but who knows what would happen.

On the other hand, I have to keep in mind that some young person may come along looking for a slave and pick me. Even if he or she did, the writing would still be good for income I believe. Who knows, I could end up writing stories about a hot twenty-something year old dominating and pushing an old forty something year old to his limits. It could make good fiction or maybe reality....

The Perfect Male Nipples

Years ago I was told that I had the perfect nipples for torture. Seeing how I was being tortured at the time by my owner, I saw no reason to argue, question or really even give much thought to the clamps that were affectionately being applied to my sensitive nipples...well or "Tits" as my owner was calling them at the time.

The other day as I climbed out of the shower and was drying off in front of the mirror, I once again remember being told I had "perfect nipples." I stood there for a few moments with the towel around my waist taking each nipple between my finger and thumb and giving it a gentle pinch. I became very aware that I have these tight, pointed little "man-nips" that seem to stick out and say put a clamp on me. I went to the other room, took out a clamp and gently clamped each nipple.

I returned to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at the clamps. They seemed to set perfectly on my nipples and there was no pain. Each nipple fit perfectly into the end of the clamp. As I stood there remembering the session and thinking about how good the clamps felt, I couldn't help but notice the front of the towel was gently rising. My perfect nipples for torture had apparently notified my cock that nipple clamps feel good.

Ultimate High of this Slave

A slave is is usually seeking something when he or she seeks an owner. While most slave will say, "I want to serve," or "be used," or even "be owned," they are ultimately seeking something in return. After spending years at the feet of various owners, friends, and even photographers, I have found that there is one something I seek.

For example, recently a very hot Domme had me so heated on Twitter it was not even funny. Most of our conversation was simple discussions about likes and dislikes, but she said (or typed) two things that really turned me on. First, she somewhat humbled me by putting me down in her words. In other words she abused me verbally. The second thing she did was a statement. She said she wanted to "tie my hands to my ankles with me bent to touching the floor while my legs were in a spreader bar and stoke my cock from behind until I was almost ready to cum, stop, start again, and do this until I had a huge load to drink." Naturally, she meant for me to drink the huge load. When I read her post, in several different messages, I could feel myself pushing against the restraints of my pants zipper. In other words I could feel myself being in that position.

I have also had this "hot" feeling when females or males have told me they would "squeeze my balls until" I cum all over the place before as well. What I have found is these are feelings, or fantasy ideas. I don't know that I want someone to really squeeze my balls until I cum since I would likely be damaged severely; however, the first idea of being tied to my legs has come true before and is very hot.

Ultimately, this slave is looking to be used in some manner and the fantasy is generally some sexual form. As a slave I do not think about washing dishes, cleaning a home, making a bed or even taking out the trash for my owner as being hot. I don't get excited about these ideas in other words despite the fact they might be part of the package. What works me up is simple....sex. Sexual acts whether for the amusement of my owner or enjoyment of my owner and myself, work me to a moment of exceptional and outstanding feelings. For me there is nothing better than the heavy and hot breathing after a moment of sexual explosion when my owner says, "You need to clean this up." This for me could be the floor, a cup, a leg, a foot, or anywhere where the explosion of climax has ended. It's the ultimate high!

12 Days of Sub Christmas

On the 1st day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 1 solid erection.

On the 2nd day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 2 blue balls.

On the 3rd day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 3 chrome cock rings.

On the 4th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 4 padlocks.

On the 5th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 5 silver chains.

On the 6th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 6 whip lashes.

On the 7th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 7 large dildos.

On the 8th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 8 rubber mask.

On the 9th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 9 solid cock lashes.

On the 10th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 10 binding ropes.

On the 11th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 11 pieces of duck tape.

On the 12 day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 12 seconds to make the Owner cum.