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I'm a very strict and dominant mistress looking for a slave to own heart, body and soul to collar 24/7 in the BDSM lifestyle

I have a party coming up soon and I would love to plan a scene! My play usually involves impact, I have also done multiple forms of edge play including ropes, wax, sharps, and more.

The intention behind the scene is art, the human body itself and it's pleasure is an art form. I'm a very passionate person and cannot do without genuine intimacy, whether or not feelings are there.

In my heart, I am a submissive. But recently, I've also gotten a lot of joy out of taking care of a beautiful person and bringing the best out in them through the *** I bring them. I'm not sure if I'm a dominant, or if I'm even a switch, but I would like to experiment with dominantion at some point, as I take great pleasure from someone who is willing to give themselves to me for the sake of pleasure, for the sake of our bacchic ecstasy


TlDr: Sub wants a play partner for a BDSM party. I'm also experimentimg with domination and would love to explore that with a willing, beautiful person at some point. I go to a lot of play parties.

We can do whatever your heart desires. Just wanna get out and do something . Hit me up and promise we will have some fun

I want to meet a man who will understand and support me. Neither status nor material condition has any meaning, because the most valuable thing in life is understanding, respect and fire in the eyes. I want to meet light, positive, humorous man who wants to see in a woman and a friend, and a caring companion, and a loving keeper of the hearth, and a faithful spouse.

I have a big heart, generous, understanding, and fiercely loyal. When I care about someone, I go all in. I come from a family where love was real, deep, and unconditional, so trust me, I know what love is and how to make it last. I don't believe in limits, age, distance, rules, or labels. When two people meet and feel that spark, nothing else matters.

A man has a special meaning for me. This is an important element of the moment in my life that I now miss so much. I strive for family life, a lonely life does not seduce my tender heart. It is my cherished desire to build a reliable loving family and supplement my life with love and tenderness.

Conversations are the juice of life, a masterful oratory, if you want to get to know me, come and talk with me.

You won’t find Me shouting from rooftops. I prefer to whisper into minds. Quietly. Deeply. Until you wonder whether that thought was yours… or Mine.

I seek one, not many. I admire those who value presence more than performance. I'm not in a rush, I like to discover people in layers, not all at once.

Someone with the courage to p e e l back the layers of self, to travel both the world and the unlit corners of the psyche. Our intimacy will be built on raw curiosity, unfiltered presence, and the exquisite discomfort of truth.

If your idea of connection is casual, fragmented, or shared with others, keep walking and don't look back.
Married men? Pass.
Hookups, flings, and borrowed time? No.
Poly, ENM, “ethical” chaos? Not My kink.

Non-Negotiables I will not entertain:
Fecal matter, vomit, and adult baby play!
Madness disguised as edge or
Men who mistake ego for Domination

Kinks That Own You
(Whether You Know It Yet or Not)
Mind games so subtle you’ll thank Me for the confusion.
The scent of sex, the lingering ruin of you.
Edging until obedience replaces pride.
Chastity, because craving is power,
Bondage, mental and physical,
Pushing you past yourself, slowly, beautifully, without mercy.

If You Feel This is You... Step Closer Boy.
If you have a discerning heart, a sharp mind, and you communicate with intent.
You respect depth, abhor shallowness, and crave meaning, I'd like to get to know more about you.
Intelligence has always had a pornographic influence on me, so if you are intelligent enough to know when you’re being dismantled, and devoted enough not to resist, message me.

Warnings & Final Words
Ensure you're a verified member.
If you’re a dominant male browsing where you shouldn’t be, keep your fantasies to yourself.
I do not entertain power struggles.

My intention, know this:
I’m not here to entertain boys.
I’m here to find the one man willing to be unmade. slowly, exquisitely.
I come with purpose, embodied and unwavering,
to enter your realm, to command it, to claim what lies within.
This is not a game.
This is a rewriting of your reality, I want to be immersed in you.

If I’m not your cup of char. perfect.
Every cup has a saucer.
But I’m the heat that cracks porcelain.
Lj x
Miss Masters.

Im yet another fluffy haired gamer boy interested in getting to know some of you. Doesnt have to be with the intent of getting in eachothers pants. Im an artist, singer, hypnotist and dungeon master. Would love for the last one to fit both means but dungeons are expensive lol. Im more dominant leaning. Quick ways to get me to ramble are d&d, kingdom hearts, or asking about my OCs. Im an open book as far as kink is consermed so ask me anything.

Brat with a big heart and an even bigger attitude. Tempt me, tease me, train me. message me my bio says it all

i like to love and spend affections and passion,Its a peasure and excitement meeting new people

I'm an educated professional with a fast paced crazy job during the day and a Dungeons and Dragons, Pokemon collecting, video game playing nerd at night!

I'm only looking for friends first. I'm monogamous and don't do casual sex.

What gets my attention is: brains, humor, and heart-those get me every time!

Most common responses to the most common messages:

1) I'm not interested in your genital pics.

2) I'm not looking to come over tonight and have sex with you.

3) I'm doing great thanks!

4) My parents are the ones who did the making me look cute thing.

5) No I don't want to read your weird sex fanfic you randomly sent me a total stranger.

6) I make enough I don't need to be in your camgirl side hustle, paid for sex, feet pics, used underwear and or any other fetish you're trying to pay me for.

7) No I'm not sending you *** either.

8) Great you're a Dom/me that doesn't mean you're mine. Don't act like it or you'll see my final form (insert dragon Ball Z 2 hour montage of getting to level 5000).

Kink wise:
Rough CNC? You got it. A proper bare-bottom spanking followed by rough or sensual sex? I got that covered. Fucking my ass while you're whispering sweet words in my ear? I might have done it once or twice. Spanking my clit, torturing my pussy, flirting ineffectively, or simply watching a good movie together? That's amazing. Making me and you cum multiple times? That's written with bold letters in my resume. Learning your likes and dislikes? Oh yeah!

Totally awesome things I can talk about all day:

Pokemon cards (especially vintage) I'm a total nerd who does have a pretty sweet collection. If you're looking for something for yours hit me up! Maybe I can help. I have extensive cards from base, jungle, fossil, base 2, and team rocket.

Guessing several people screamed and ran but hey if you're still here I'm also into DnD (not the kinky type ... Though hey I do love role-playing) video games ( currently loving Dune: Awakening), horse back riding (hoping to get back into it now that I'm closer to places that have them), and fishing!

I'm stable in my life, own my home, car, good job, mentally not nutters, and know what I want and what I don't.

I get along best with people over 35 normally but sometimes late twenties have the old soul vibe too! Extroverted people who are happy to do most the talking and dominate leaning tendencies to the front please and thank you!

I'm more a quiet reserved introvert who likes to go with the flow. I have to be in charge at work so off the clock I love being around people who naturally enjoy leading so I don't have to.

Submissive at heart, waiting for the right match.
If you're dominant and nearby, don’t miss your chance.

I'm a firm believer and all people deserve some kind of attention hit me up I'm not interested in a relationship just hook ups I've had my heart broken too many times

What the title says! It's an aspect of my kink life that I've always wanted to explore but never get the chance to. I have a sub, and I love her with all my heart, but sometimes I wanna be pampered too! I want someone soft, affectionate, attentive, and who wants to take care of and help me rather than take control.
I want someone I can love softly. Someone I can trust to take care of everything and let me rest for a little bit.
Maybe I need a better mom figure, maybe I'm tired, maybe I just need help with feeling in control, or adversely, like someone has control of me. I probably just need therapy, but this is cheaper and way more fun!

Easygoing woman with a great sense of humor, I have very big heart to love

I was born dying, literally and barely made my first month and year.   No parental touch.   Lots of needles and sleep.  


Yet I knew immediately in the sensory human technology in my wild self, that this want my kind, my place, my pack, I could t see my mom… or any wolf mom I’ve had.

the hole in my human heart kept mostly hidden, very gruffly cute, self determinate self responsible and self governed thoughts and growls and snarls protected, for I would have pushed my mother to passive Ggressie me w neglectful stupidity if she’d had to experience that in form.  


sge saw in my eyes, my movements, my straying for the s and elders and stories and not toys and rs.



like her, but even more a aun the human world, I had to stay sane by putting anything I could l darn in my eternal  existence and experience.   The wild doesn’t have books and am glad, for evolution and mama earth favor the love of teaching our youth and protecting them w stories and imaginings of true events that remind the teller of the millions s of dna stories,  literally composing their physical universe body or chicle, so to speak, or section of space held by them (rocks and ravines tell as much as a perfect great white whose body is 400 million years perfect so imagine the musings their cultural dna and wisdom remembered provides beneath the skin where water is d to drop an atom…

uncer the sea is not for any weak la d creature that thinks they can just come back after evolving such land tailored suits.



wolves don’t insist,

But squishy, weak, and un armed and unahilded or armored homo-fell off the stupid truck, and at first we Wilde thought it was like a fun first reality tv show on mtv… but then shit got hella cold and kinda frustrating for many wild, and some of this bipedal FYCKS killed our elders, our story tellers… it’s clear that our wild will never be gone,



I am proof… I am a wild in a human because the wild flight was sold out….  This shit is TRASH…



BUT,

I am here with some amazingly human bound brain for English and writing and oration and using words to t so all can hear…



and I know it ain’t MY MOTHER FUCKING ancestral wisdom cuz I DO NOT SPEAK FUCKING HUMAN ANYTHING!!!



we speak energy. Body, clarity. Honesty, music w howls and songs, we have made art in the physical universe on this planet since minutia-lily “animate” life could move.   Rocks and core and space and gasses and physics it the fucking proof that there is anywhere in physical that one thinker and feeliwr and doer and teacher can exist and play w physics, or just watch the game for a bit.



(go be a tree sometime, I fucking have t done that shit I AGES and w

y energy levels, it was a huge grove that got a lot of the elements and flowed and fruit and ants and woooo coooool.



humans deserve the wrath of any beast, in any corner above earths core, form:my ravenous curious and no fucks given for no good reason wildness of wolf pup or shark pup plat at predation and the sexuality of a predation species who lives for their prey and ecology and forest and as vigorously as for herself.



i digress.

im founding a path simply as a wolf w her pack (family and babies and siblings and aunties and all) who got to the rise were following to our next chill spot, but it DUMPED like 6 fluffy soft almost breathable Sierra feet and I’m gonna enjoy bounding into that bliss and ALSO sacrifice my full belly so my babies and elders can keep theirs warmer longer.


it started w bdsm and sex.



 Humans have sex as a spiritual event  well, haha, in Thor dumb  odies… and when you find the right prey, the right preymate, you know as a human they are your live mate… I am primal, as humans say.   As a woman, I am mother of the younger, always have been, and as such, I lead hunts to teach, and for curiosity, and then… the close I got to the right preymate and live mate… the more I found myself experience human  sexual extacy in energy MORE than the exquisite body sex.

i have to remember I can’t stay gripped on her neck and jugular muscles w my more male sized but womanly Basque jaws.

and she melts beneath me grip, both of us want the beautiful glory and energy unifying agreement that some specifies have made in pact together:



we, the herd, must stay strong or you will run out of food and your babies will die…  we don’t want that for you anymore than for ourselves…



we the predator, the keystone family and firm matriarchy, will guard this secret pact between those species of you that agree, and we will never chase the most perfectly muscled and fast, and FUN TO CHASE, for your babies need them and the family needs to hear stories of last leaders and current teachers are the ones we will seek, the ones with no stories not already told in every iteration they care

to this time… they want to be chased and look honorable to the youth, and yet, they will enjoy the time in your wolves or corvid bellies, and the shit parts of with the most SLOW molecules will have the least nutrition and will help all th others around.



ywah, if we fail you’ll have to keep those lusty little mammals in line, 



but that moment t of a predator taking their prey to death ns sacred.  You have no idea how important and humbling full of honor the keystone spreciea worship and elate in the sadness and grace of being any creatures last beating heart sound, and warm embrace…



unless you are like me: wild and the mother or father, or uncle who never doesn’t remind the wee ones how and killing is NEVER done in haste, with ought all options considered, or with agreement and balance.



In nature and evolution and earth (in Basque Mythology, I worship Mari most), the species living in this sacred peace and solemn solidarity to serve their own species, AND maybe even MORE so, to serve every living thing they see…



those creatures have proven the rewards of living in the morality of wild, the exhalation in the hunt,

wolves and cloven creatures have succeeded on every continent.   Great whites swim in every sea.



mari gives them the choice of more space and variation for more fun and learning, and because their pact, their marriage of herd and pack, their populations have spread with health and without much change needed, and with enough resources,



and not till man, did the loss f that natural church become burned and charred.

May the English coming from my basque genes and all my ancestors as human, may it reach those of you…

for we are far more than they, and at this point, most of us are in human…  we can’t rebalance with peace:  



woman up

man up

if you conceive, that child is your new god or goddess.   
if you’re lovemated as human or wild, you know… our kind follows eachother in life a d death.



MOTHER THE FUCK UP, YONGER AND OLDER LADIES OF CHILD LABOR AND LOVE!!!!



working on organizing this human English shit into more actionable or cultural or community or nature worship ways, and need help or shortly worded feedback   


English is not my first or 1,000th language guage.   Ask the robins and crows and birds and beasts around me.   Human faces do have the cool skill od learning g other species la guages   So many birds are WAY BETTER,



but it’s decent.



will be:

www.bigbadlittlered.com

bigbadlittleredways@

510-994-6776 or 961-488-8522

wolf  tacy traverso

pronouna:  mom, MOMMMM, MOMmy?, mother, etc… as my sons

basque Mapuche Celtic gaelic



happy hunting loving fucking and lusting

As Bella Bunny, I carry a secret confession deep in my heart, one that’s shaped me as a 60-year-old sissy from Mission Viejo, CA. It’s about my neighbor—let’s call him James—a man whose family has been intertwined with ours for years. Our families were close, sharing barbecues, holiday gatherings, and lazy afternoons by the coast, walking the trails I’ve always loved. James was a fixture in my life, a charismatic soul with a laugh that filled the room, and I never imagined he’d awaken something hidden within me.

It started five years ago, almost innocently, though looking back, I see the slow burn of his seduction. One evening, after a family cookout with classic rock humming from the stereo, he pulled me aside with a mischievous grin. He showed me photos on his phone—intimate, private shots of his wife pleasing him in ways I’d never considered. My pulse quickened, a mix of shock and curiosity stirring in me. He didn’t push at first, just let those images linger in my mind, planting a seed. Over months, those moments became a ritual—quiet chats where he’d share more, his voice low and teasing, drawing me into his world.

I resisted at first, my life with my wife and family a comfortable shield, but James was patient. He’d catch my eye during our family outings, a knowing look that made my stomach flip. One night, after a few drinks and the kids off playing, he invited me to his garage under the pretense of showing me a car project. There, with the door barely cracked, he guided my hand, and I found myself tasting him for the first time. The rush was overwhelming—guilt tangled with a thrill I couldn’t name. That was just the beginning. Over time, he encouraged me to try on his wife’s silky panties, the fabric hugging me in a way that felt both foreign and right. Each step—oral play, dressing up, surrendering to his lead—unfolded over years, a dance of trust and desire.

The pinnacle came one humid evening, the air thick with secrecy. In his bedroom, with classic rock still a faint echo from a distant speaker, he took me fully, my body yielding as his bottom. It was my first true dive into submission, a moment that birthed Bella Bunny, my sissy self. I learned the power of letting go, the joy of pleasing him, and the ache of keeping it hidden from my wife, who remained oblivious. Our families continued their closeness, oblivious to the intimate bond we’d forged in shadows.

Then, a few months ago, James moved away—new job, new city, a clean break. The void he left is palpable. I miss his laughter at our gatherings, the way he’d brush my arm during a coastal walk, the secret glances that promised more. Without him, I feel adrift, my sissy desires simmering beneath the surface, unfulfilled. I’ve started exploring this side of me here, discreetly, longing to reconnect with that thrill. SoCal’s kink scene calls to me, but my heart still aches for James, the man who opened this door. I hope to find someone new to guide Bella Bunny, but a part of me will always miss him.

Hi there,

I’m a 20-year-old sub (she/her), soft but spirited, curious and creative, with a wild little heart that craves calm hands and steady presence. I’m looking for an older Daddy Dom (25+), someone emotionally intelligent, secure in himself, and deeply interested in building a long-term connection rooted in mutual trust, care, structure, and slow-burn romance.

💌 About me:
I’m feminine, nurturing, and playful—a mix of soft giggles and deep conversations. I love creative things like junk journaling and makeup artistry, and I’m the kind of girl who wants to sit at your feet while coloring and listening to music while you read or work. I find safety in gentle dominance and melt for patient discipline, consistency, and affectionate authority. Bonus points if you’re a little poetic or philosophical—I like a man who thinks deeply and leads softly but firmly.

🌹 What I’m looking for:
I want a dynamic that feels like home. One where I can submit not out of ***, but because I choose to give myself to someone who’s earned it. I’m not looking for casual play or a fantasy inbox dom—I want something real. Age difference is part of the appeal, but maturity, emotional availability, and integrity matter more.

You:

35+ (I’m open to older)

Calm, communicative, protective

Able to offer structure and support without being controlling

Looking for a romantic, long-term D/s dynamic

Ideally monogamous or seriously emotionally focused


Me:

Emotionally honest and loyal

Playful, caring, intuitive

Naturally submissive with bratty tendencies when I’m comfy

Looking for structure, consistency, and emotional depth


If this speaks to you, tell me about yourself—not just what you want from a sub, but what you want for a relationship. Let’s co-create something soft, steady, and sensual—one ritual at a time.

✨
Stella

He stands on the shoreline of his own history, waves hissing like suppressed confessions at his feet. The surf reminds him of “Take me back to Eden”..

That brief, aching plea Sleep Token once whispered into the dark.. Because Eden, for him, is simply a quiet room where love stays when tempests rise... Yet each time he reaches for it, the water retracts, leaving salt scored stone behind. 😔

He is learning that hearts can turn to granite long before they shatter, and the weight makes statues of the tender hearted..😶

Inside, thoughts spiral in endless, luminous loops..constellations that refuse to align. He is the “Ascensionism” refrain embodied. Climbing, always climbing, afraid the summit is a guillotine.
He overthinks every silence, hearing in it the ghost of all the times someone said they would stay and let go anyway.
He's not clingy.. No, just a cartographer of exits, mapping the quickest route someone might take when irritation flickers across their face.

Still, there is worship in him. Sleep Token sings “Offer me your devotion,” and he answers with every unsteady heartbeat, hoping devotion might be more than a song this time.

When he is noticed, truly heard, It’s a shot of aqua regia dissolving the rust that years of solitude left upon his spirit. One gentle phrase, one steady hand, and the metal inside him glows molten again.

If you say you love him, mean it in the language of patience. 😶 translate your anger into pauses, your doubt into clarifying questions. Remember the way “Are you really okay?” hung in the air.. ask it, mean it, wait for the messy truth. When once in a blue moon frustration flares, anchor him instead of casting him adrift. He is a ship scarred by storms but built to sail, your steadiness can be his northern star.🫥

He keeps reopening old wounds because , paradoxically, proves the heart still beats. Yet even the numb feel warmth when dawn leaks over a horizon they thought would always be black.
Tell him he’s safe. Tell him you won’t bolt at the first misstep. Trace the cracks in his shell and call them kintsugi, golden seams that promise beauty can survive impact..😶‍🌫️

Somewhere beyond the midnight of his s, Euclid’s geometry falters and the straight lines of endings curve into continuations..
Let him believe in that impossible arc. Hold his hand as the tide rolls out and promise.. soft but certain, that this time, when the water crashes back, you’ll both still be standing, together, on the same shore.

He's a lover, and he's lost.

I am a kind-hearted, genuine, and passionate person looking for someone special to share life’s journey with. I believe in deep connections, meaningful conversations, and building something lasting with the right partner. I enjoy good food, music, outdoor adventures, cozy nights etc.., and I would love to find someone who shares similar passions.
And I am here hoping to meet a like-minded man who is ready for a true partnership—one built on trust, love, and mutual respect. If you are looking for something real and long term, let’s connect and see where this path takes us!

Been a rough aweek. I am so very exhausted from grieving. I feel like I am eternally stuck in a groundhog day reality. Every time I think I get over loss I loose another precious friend.
I think I can start ascending and laugh again without guilt and my heart seaze again. Being into a more committed M/s permanent type of relationship I refuse to settle. Has any other slaves out there managed to recover and find another Master who knows what they are about, in reality?

am kinky and lonely I don't believe in limits, age, distance, rules, or labels. When two people meet and feel that spark, nothing else matters. Love finds a way. Always.

So I originally came to fet to be a submissive. But after talking to someone on here I have found even as cute and subby as I am. I still have a dominant streak. So im looking for other trans, non binary and fem people to chat to and play with x

I'm looking for a man who's confident in himself, but kind in spirit. Someone who leads with strength, but loves with softness. A partner who's not afraid of ambition mine or his and who knows that the best relationships are built on laughter, loyalty, and late-night talks. If you've got a good heart, a curious mind, and a smile that melts stress I think we might just be a perfect fit.