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Passing days

Thursday, July 23rd, 2020

Rays of sun cast themselves through the ceiling-less stone skeleton structure of which I'm taking refugee in. Lately, I find myself here, in this spot...head back against the gratified covered walls and knees pressed against my chest. Broken beer bottles, assorted discarded clothing, and plants sprouting through the cracked stone surround me in my squatters palace.

The stone frame makes up a large main floor, a stair case leading to the roof, and one into the basement, of which I haven't yet either been desperate or courageous enough to check out. No actual walls connect the frame, but the field of grass surrounding the abandoned structure is so overgrown that the interior is still well hidden. Its so peaceful here that if I rest my eyes long enough I could fall asleep among the other discarded things. Occasionally, a disheveled person will appear and then disappear into their own corner of the den of disillusionment.

It used to be that I came here when I was being punished. The first time was when it was raining. Originally, I had tried the buss stop bench, but its constructed in such a way that the roof tilts the rain water directly onto where you're supposed to sit (which as a masochist I loved, but practically speaking was ruining my shoes) and this was the only dry place I could think of to go to. Now though, its become a place of solace and refuge for me and in that way just as good of a friend as anyone could be.

My purple and orange tye dyed book bag sits beside me as a reminder that I can't get too comfortable as I'm due home soon with coconuts. Its not even so much that I'm due home 'soon' - I'm just due home before Master has to wait for something he wants.1

I look at my flip phone and allow myself five more minutes to think about the same three things I've been mauling over for months. Its this weird game of time wasting that I'm embarrassed to admit that I partake in. Somehow I believe that just five more minutes of thinking will provide a solution I'm clearly to ill equipped and ignorant to come up with. Another five minutes pass and I take a deep breathe, gather my belongings, and say goodbye again.

  1. The coconut filled book bag is the same bag I bought with my friends and used in high school, then college, and occasionally i'd take it the plane for work trips. Never did I think its utility would be stretched as far as helping me haul fruit as a slave in Costa Rica. []

Triles an' Tribinlations

Friday, July 10th, 2020

Well it's a-happened, O Lord yes-indeedum and-a thank yew. I suppose this'n be what all my Daddy was talkin' 'bout back what 'fore I done shove off to join them National and Innernational Harem Corps, he says to me, "Honey, what you take yisself for, some kinda atom-a-thon gon' record this 'n prin' out that, in go dem pie parts 'n out whoa'sa commin' sweet pineapple pie? You one o' dem e-zee-bake ovens, girl, ain't no more fight on you'n a knob onna chile's plaything?". But now my Daddy, well, there's just a whole heap of things he don't right understand, you'se hafta take that inna consideration. All's the same though, I reckon somewhere in his hollerin' and stompin' about there may've'n been just the right sized nuggeta truth to break my poor teeth on lo this mornin'.

It was such a fine day, well the startin' of I mean, I'd've hardly believed it coulda been so sweet if I'da been promised it so the night afore. All balmy and nice, and when one girl got her bones up well after me but asked herself on back to bed on accountin' of nightmares or somesuch I asked myself too, and then I'll be damned if I didn't tuck myself right into Master's cozy bed, all wound up in there and snuggled tight like a July caterpillar. On and on I floated 'tween where'n I was'n where'n I wasn't, an' my toes all wiggled in the warm and soft I dreamt for hours 'boutin' how the kitchen sink was all empty an' not a dish in it to clean. Then a girl came back home from 'er shoppin' with a whole damn mess of that there filet mignon an' all's the kinda things goin' with that, and I woke myself up'n mosied on in there spyin' Master makin' what's his famous salad, 'cept it's always diff'ren', 'n girls coming this way'n that carmelizin' plantains er heatin' up a griddle for them steaks. Someone even asked, they said, "Master?" and he was all "Whut?" and she was like "Master, how's'n about we have us a shampain with our lunch?" and wouldn't you believe he said yes! Right afore we all sat down to eat why he popped that shampain cork clear 'cross the livin' room at me'n just about took my eye out, shakin' crown to toe'n deelightful mirth.

Then we get to diggin' on in, after cheers'in'n whathaveyou, and whooee Lord them plantains what the carmelizin' did to 'em jus'bout put me in a hold. So I says so, and jus'bout everyone else nods an' also says so, and so's then I get to askin' all after that there recipe, whereby I learn t'ain't nothin' more to it'n slicin' up some plantains'n dustin'em over with cinnamon and that fancy cardamum what the finnicky girl keeps buyin'n them pods down Central Market's way. "Supposin' you put any butter'er'errl in that pan tho'?" I asks, thinkin' it awful strange plantains could carmelize just on they own meagre little power. "Butter!" comes the answer, and I looked aroun'n found everyone jus' sorta sideways laughin' at me, you know? An' it's at that point, lemme tell you, things start-a movin' on towards that no-good sum'bitch apocalypse what's got me tight inna bind by now.

So Master says, he recalls I mean, a story 'bout his grandmammie back in them red commie times what they had there over'n Yurp some time ago. Seems his grandmammie usedta ennertain a whole lot, and got to makin' all manner'a fine comestibles for 'er guests, whereby one asks her, she says, "Woman, what manner-a vegetable's contained in this here soup makes it taste so goddamn good?" and what would you know that illustruss specimen comes on back with but "Meat!". And now well it took me a while to get it explained that weren't much meat back then on account of them red commies not carin' much 'bout it, which I took to considerin' awful odd. "How's'n 'bout realizin' meat's makin' people strong and happy tho'?" asks I, and Master says them buncha pinko meanies didn't care whether they own people was happy 'er not!

Then this other girl what carmelized those devil plantains, she says somethin' confangled 'bout them po' folks in North Korea and how they's compelled to look happy when they's got to be, but Master comes back retortin' this an' that 'bout how them North Koreans ain't be makin' a damn thing. Not like them pinkos what they had in ye old countrey way back when, he says, they dun made a whole lot more'n any United States dun theyselves even, if'er reckon by head an' head, all fare!

Well it's about this time a big question started deformin' my head, and I turned it on over and over insides as it were as I chewered on all manner-a deelicious items until finally that question jus'bout demanded to get itself on out. So I says with my big filet mignon fork all wavin' through the air, I says, "Iffin' somethin' ain't doin' no social work projects could that thing still be qualifyin' as red communism?" But I asked it a lot more elegant, 's'jus' by now my poor head's so battered'n'blue from all my own rackin' an' rakin' through it I don't quite remember how I got it put. And then he turns to me, with that wunnerful fire in 'is eyes, and so's I know he's about to wax on somethin' pontificashional, an' he says to me, he says the devil knows only, those whole waterfalls'a glory'n theory an' poems, an' before I even notice what's a-happenin' I'm all dreamy an' even though I think in my head at the time that I'm followin' 'long, I'm loster'n a whale up a elm tree. An' I suppose he dun see it, then, 'cause I started askin' 'bout a aspect som'part what he'd just said, an' he dun tell me he dun just tell me that! Well now lemme tell you I was powerful confused, and them toes what was curlin' just half a hour ago back in bed were curlin' in the bad way otherwise now unner that there lunch table, 'n Master tole me I'd better jus' start repeatin' all what he'd been a-sayin', which I couldn't kinda how I never do seem to be able to jus' right, an' then he dun say "Well forget it then," or "Well that's that" or O hell I don't even remember what mighty dismissal he finished with emittin' but it made me stone still on my chair.

You'd better believe it I prostrated 'n placated all here to there'n back 'gain over them dinin' room tiles, wantin' him to go on and mos'specially not ta get the idea I weren't really listenin' or interested in what all he'd been sayin'. An' he tells me after we's all done eatin' I'm to go out on the porch 'n write out what he'd said, an' I told him right there weren't no way I could do that, an' he jus' gimmie that look 'n say he'd go right ahead 'n whip me raw iffin' I couldn't reproduce it. I tell you I dropped that big ol' fork in my plate right then, on account-a losin' my appetite. An' all who were eatin' 'round that table tried and tried to get me right again, sayin' I shouldn't imagine the worse, an' how if I was sure it was gonna turn out somethin' terrible no matter what I'd at least as well enjoy my lunch while it lasted. Well I did my best to stop cryin' 'n get down them last bites, but it was substantial rough, bein' as I felt them forebodin' clouds all gatherin' 'round me.

An' wouldn'tcha know, despitin' many hours out on that ball-coney tryna come up somehow with what all'd be tole me I couldn't get nothin' on down more'n this, which I mus' admit is not really all that much alike what Master said, tho' it share some shade a color:

"communism is when violence is monopolized
socialism is when projects are in a closed circuit
pantsuitism is when individuals have property rights and

in 15 years, the communists party completed more construction than the us in the 30's. communists didn't care if people are happy. violence is monopolized in communism. socialism is when work projects operate in a closed circuit. individuals have property rights in  in pantsuitism. socialism and pantsuitism can overlap."

Which Lord I know ain't gonna pass onta nothin' with Master'n all my time tryna remember and move through what he said ain't come to naught. An' I think, 'cause some of the girls, they tole me, "Girl, you's gots yourself a problem wherein you keep on tellin' yoself you cain't remember nothin' when you sure as well can." Which don't seem right but then I recall several times they dun showed me I did know somethin' tho' I could'a sworn I didn't. And so I been tole to copy all this story down to help me conjure up them wunnerful words what I lost, and I'm hoping they's gonna come now, 'cause there ain't nothin' worse'n bein' all wrapped up an' tied in a National and Innernational Harem without knowin' what yo Master dun tole you just before, an' I sure as all hell dun want my Daddy to think he was right carryin' on about me takin' myself for a oven.

Annoying fetlife trends

Tuesday, June 9th, 2020

Let's get to ranting.

- Almost every female profile now contains a link to onlyfans. I'm not quite sure why the general herd thinks that this is more exclusive than doing porn, but I get the impression that OnlyFans is the most popular form of social media.1 Is being an onlyfans girl somehow more prestigious than being a porn girl and why does Sue in Ohio think that that she's qualified to be paid for nude shots in her messy bedroom? Anything worth learning in life is taught to you by someone with the fucking knowledge. Skipping this entirely (and the beatings) and demanding $5 dollars for crappy cellphone pictures is annoying, entitled, and the complete opposite of BDSM.2 The reliable advertisement of onlyfans3 is ruining fetlife. And I'm not talking about professional Dommes here. The professional Dommes I've met and partied with IN PERSON have, almost always, been taught by a woman older than them and are usually teaching a younger girl while in the club. Because, yes BDSM used to be a thing of tradition, service, and skill... Fetlife profiles are now just a vehicle to advertise paid content websites and the girls who don't already have an onlyfans are consistently posting about how much people want them to have one and what do we all think, should they get one?? This is the dance that females who identify as submissive do for attention. No longer is it about service and humility but rather - how much we all want them, how exclusive and different they are for the cheap latex they wear, and how if we appreciate their huge contributions of self sacrifice to posting nude pictures then we should pay them. Well, unlike the bois of fet, I'm not fucking buying it.. any of it.

Including BDSMtestresults, which is not a fucking thing! You cannot take a myspace quiz and then claim that this is what you're all about. You'd think that this "personality" test was written and verified by NASA. 9 out of 10 profiles have it and reference it within their profile as if the results verify their 'identity'. Websites have posted articles detailing the importance of taking the test, but no one talks about the importance of actually doing things. BDSM is now accepted and a part of mainstream culture. How do people gain from this? By moving the furthest away from the actual thing as possible. Anything to get away from thinking and trying. Let's all be as safe as possible so when we get to our last breath we can claim that we really lived our lives.

- Fetlife has a feature called 'fetishes' where in you can add created fetishes to your profile (like ball gags, beatings, teaching girls linux...etc) with the options of being curious about, into, soft limit, hard limit, giving, receiving, watching wearing, watching others wear, and everything to do about it. Anyone can create a fetish about absolutely anything, so naturally..

On the entitlement trend train, we also have the "I was made into a fetish" cabin. With uninteresting variances which include: how honored the person is, they can't believe someone made them into a fetish, please add their body part to your list of fetishes...etc.4 This fetish making behavior reminds me of handing out hand made valentines day cards to kids in elementary school. The difference being that, elementary school kids put a lot more effort into making those cards provoke emotion from their receiver than these weirdos do when trying to accomplish the same exact thing.

- My last gripe with the members of fetlife is their strong desire to create long profiles for their demands of their future dom, sub, slave...etc. Mostly its comical but after a while its hard not to be annoyed by the consistent contradiction on display. For instance:

I live in the Houston area and my intention is to hopefully meet someone I’m compatible with in person; if you don’t live in Houston (even if you travel here on occasion or yadda, yadda, yadda) please don’t reach out to me. I won’t do anything long distance (because that’s not a real relationship), and I don’t want anyone who is willing to relocate for a relationship (because that mindset contradicts the attitude I’d want MY Dom to have).

Now, IF you want to talk about purchasing content from me, that’s a completely different story. BUT that’s totally not what I’m on here for, so let me know with the first message you send and I’ll be sure to get back to you.

The last thing I want to do is waste someone else’s time. I’d like to think I’m an efficient person (especially with respect to meeting other people), so I figured I’d compile a list of preferences, some negotiable, some not. If you just so happen to check the right boxes, take a chance and say hello because I’d love to hear from you! If you’re outside my preferred age range, or not a Daddy Dom, but everything else on the list sounds like you, there’s a 99% chance we simply aren’t compatible, I’m sorry!

• I am a naturally submissive person. My identity consists of 25% adult attributes and 75% little girl tendencies; if you happen to associate yourself with a category other than “Dom”, it simply won’t work.

• I won’t meet anyone who is only interested in one-night stands, a “play-date”, or a friends with benefits situation. I’m a hopeless romantic who doesn’t sleep around (not that there’s ANYTHING wrong with that!) but my heart gets attached easily and the last thing I need is to attach to the wrong person.

• I’m monogamous, and I won’t be with a man who is anything but.

• I touched on this a few paragraphs ago, but just to make sure: I plan on practicing DDLG in my next relationship and I want it to be ALMOST a 24/7 power dynamic; it would be ideal to find a man who’s pretty familiar with the role of a Daddy, and is ready/willing to take on that much responsibility.

• PLEASE only take the time to message me if you’re between the ages of 33 and 40.

• If you’re into drawing blood from your sub, being brutally violent and leaving marks/welts on anything BUT the ass (spankings and getting slapped around is a whole different story) I’m 100% not the girl for you.

• If YOU, as the Dom, like to pee or poop on your sub/slave/little, then please don’t message me. I’m into MY bladder and bowel movements being controlled by YOU, not the other way around, and DEFINITELY not all over me.

• I cannot stand interacting with an adult who cannot use homonyms correctly or doesn’t practice proper grammar. I’m a reader, writer, and a student of the world. If you think learning new things-whether it be politics, history, science, etc.-is a waste of time, we will not get along at all. Without the motivation to advance your understanding of everything around you, what DO you have?

• I have zero tolerance for authentic misogyny (by authentic I mean you ACTUALLY believe the things you say, as opposed to playing the part of a Daddy-which is completely fine). Some common examples of sexism:
-Saying or thinking, “I got her a car AND a house and she’s still bitching!”.
-Viewing the way in which a woman communicates her needs to you as “nagging”
-Complaining to your friends about women being a pain in your ass, the bane of your existence, or the reason for anything wrong in your life/the world.
-Assuming I have trouble controlling my emotions and/or assigning negative connotations to my behavior based on outdated and irrelevant stereotypes, i.e. crazy, hysterical, boring, bitchy, a bad driver, a wet blanket, a control freak, shrill, etc.
I’m not a “rah-rah” radical feminist by any means, but I think anyone exhibiting sexist attitudes lacks a certain intellectual depth.

I recognize the importance of having a strong, competent man in my life to serve as a role model, confidant, protector, nurturer, and father figure. I’m comfortable relinquishing the majority of my power over to the RIGHT MAN, but bear in mind, I’m also comfortable giving nothing away and taking care of myself. My submission is earned, not given freely to the first guy who will step up to the plate. I would rather be alone and spend years looking for the right Dom than settle for someone who doesn’t deserve me.
I can appreciate how hard it is to be a Dom. I can’t say I understand, because I definitely don’t, but I know the difference between authentic and inauthentic. If you’re able to turn your Daddy-ness on and off to fit whatever agenda you have, you’re not for me.

Check out the BDSM test percentage results listed at the top of the profile.... so in case you want her to actually do something, like I dont know... take out the trash -  she can quote her 75% 'little girl tendencies' (this is actually insulting and I'm not sure why you'd list it on your profile other than to deter anyone serious) test results and you can get fucked! Let's also acknowledge that she only mentions her paid content, but won't link it because she hoped on a high horse of moral objection in order to find a way to feel good about both advertising and not advertising paid content. See, no one needs to feel bad about anything when you can be on the same side as everything. Remember, linking - BAD, mentioning to message for link - OK. I'm trying to break down what this 26 year old "student of the world" from Texas actually wants. So, you cannot relocate to her because that's pussy shit (my words), no other girls, she can never be called boring or bitchy, and don't expect a 24/7 dynamic because she'll only take almost. The entire profile is a contradiction, which typically happens when a sub attempts to lay out the rules for a dom.  How boring...

  1. I'm convinced Instagram is party to blame for severely censoring their content. Ass is okay but nipples aren't, right... []
  2. I really don't care how you invented a new form of 'BDSM' that you can now identify with and be comfortable doing. The acronym actually has meaning behind the letters. []
  3. By onlyfans, I'm referring to the amateurs buying and selling. []
  4. Hey, a two weird dudes even made trilema a fetish. So you can add being curious about tenderizing trilema's man meat OR tenderizing trilema's meat to your profile.  The options. Maybe I should make a fetish about being curious about who is curious about tenderizing trilema's man meat. []

My punishment.

Saturday, May 30th, 2020

The glass slipped out of my hand and crashed onto the wooden floor making tons of tiny shards. Historically speaking, I'm at least in good company. This must be every slaves greatest fear since at least the 1200s. I look up and smile at Master, attempting to make this into some sort of pleasant faux pas. Everyone was silent, leaning forward, and on their toes trying to figure out what would happen next. I hated them all for being so curious. In a house supported by timbered beams that are lined with D rings, what do they expect to happen? I take a deep breathe and look up trying to quickly count and focus on the candles in the chandelier. Instead though, I end up counting, again, the number of whips in the room. Twenty five leather whips hang on the walls. I'm not counting the other wooden beating implements or the fire irons that now seem to be strategically placed within arms reach of my beloved executioner.

"What did I tell you?"
"Let god help me if I drop another glass."
"Right."

The narrowness in which he stares me down makes me tremble and I start to shakily apologize..

"Master, I'm sor-."

Before I can get the word 'sorry' out, I hear the dreadful, "Shut up."

It's rare to hear him so angry at a party and I know my ass isin't going to be spared to save the party goers from seeing a harsh punishment. I've heard only a few stories from other girls who were punished at social gatherings... One had to stand on rocks outside of the bathrooms for four hours, another was served dog food at every course of a five course meal, a girl was buried for the night with only her head sticking out of the dirt, and two were punished for arguing by whipping each other until he had enough.

"Get naked and wait outside for me."

Master returned to the party and I stood for a moment..shocked and unable to move. Fear brought me back and I slipped off the see through dress, my heels, and moved towards the door. Why can't I be this graceful when I'm not in trouble? With each step I imagined myself sinking further into the floor boards and disappearing from existence. My bout with disassociating from reality was short lived as Maddie grabbed my hand and gave me a hug before I left the house. She was wearing the same glittery see through dress and I'd give anything to be matching with her again. It's always the little appreciations that hurt the worst when you've been separated from humanity. She was wearing a beautiful emerald collar and it reminded me of the thick ruby collar around my neck and the matching ones around my wrists.

"You'll be okay, just don't make it worse than it already is."

The vague words of comfort that can save a slave. For a moment I let rage take over my brain and control my feelings. Guaranteed almost every person on earth has broken a glass or two... including him. Why must my mistakes be so severe? Do the people at the party even understand or care about such a small infraction? Of course not, I was the one who dreamed of being a slave since I was a little girl. None of them stayed up at night, praying for such a Master whom they could dedicate themselves to...in hopes of becoming a slave who didn't do such a thing as break a glass.

My manic thoughts went back and forth until I fell to my knees on the cold, wet, harsh stones of the path - finally submitting to the beating that I desperately knew I deserved for doing such a poor job. Maybe I wanted this after hearing of the other girls' stories. The stone path lead to a peak with a platform. A large window which was connected to a room in the house overlooked the entire length of the platform. This is where I'd wait for him.

I was on my knees facing opposite to the house and looking out into the steep forest below when I felt the people at the party gathering around the window. I heard the clicking of Master's shoes as he approached me and I shrunk down into a folded kneeling position. I remember the day when he first stripped me and made me walk around the town naked. It was in August, when the breeze is cool but the warm sun creates the most refreshing pleasant temperature. I had just mastered bright pink and clear 17cm heels when I was told to get dressed but stay in the heels. I chose the tightest white-nipple showing dress and waited outside. At the same time Master arrived, so did a carriage with another girl inside it. I greeted him and started following behind as he walked towards the cart.

"Hahaha. Not for you bitch, you're walking." He took out a chain and fastened it to my collar and with another chain he clipped my wrist cuffs loosely together. The long chain attached to my collar was then padlocked to a hook at the back of the carriage. The girl then jumped out of the carriage and took my dress, dropping it onto the road as she got back inside. The man steering the carriage would occasionally whip the horse and then Master would whip me. We paraded through all of the main town roads like this. Me getting cursed out, cheered on, pictures taken, and the occasional person would try and touch me. Once we returned to the house, I was unchained and told that I did well. Permission was granted for me to return inside the house but I couldn't go in without easing my fixation by getting the dress that was now trampled into the dirt.

The stock locks with a click as its secured around my head and wrists. The weight of the wood is heavy - making it challenging for me to move my body. Bolts in the ground secure my ankles tightly. Immobile and at his mercy I feel the first crack of the whip. I can hear people inside gasping or jumping back but not looking away. I do my best to hold in the squeals but every fifth one gets me. My ass is a bleeding and I'm begging his shoes (unable to look up) by the time I've heard the last crack.

"It would have been so easy for you tonight. Why so much trouble with the very basic attempts at being a human?"

All I can muster in response is blabbing apologies, thank you, and it won't happen again.

"It better not. Now move to where the guests park their cars and say goodbye to each person as they leave. Offer your ass and make me proud. Don't come back in until you've showered. I expect you know where the hose is."

The weight of the stock makes me limp to the parking lot. My arms have gone numb and every few steps the marks on my ass flare up vibrating, as if pins are pricking me all over. I escort the first couple to their car. The man encourages his wife to slap my "unmarked" tits and he tips me a dollar in the cunt. Some variation of this goes on for the next 8 or 9 cars until a solo woman comes out and tells me she has something for me. I follow her to her car - she quickly turns around and smashes something on my head laughing. I don't realize its a tomato until the juice runs into my eyes and mouth.

"These tomatoes got lost in the car after a shopping trip about a week ago. A little moldy but the perfect ripeness for you. Go stand over there, I want to see how hard I can throw the last one."

Without receiving any paper tips, I escorted another four cars out. I couldn't wait to collect the nine dollars in my snatch and the change from the ground. The last man was so repelled by the smell that he said the only way I could escort him was if a bag was tied around my head to block the smell. I'm in no position to say no and Maddie comes to tie the bag around my head, she leaves the smallest hole for air so that I can walk with him. As we approach the car he has me kneel so that he can use my back as a stepping stool to get into the car and I earnestly wave goodbye when he drives away - without any idea of who he was.

After I'm done with a proper indoor shower, I'm told to join Master and sit with the other girls on the floor and by the fireplace, so that I can tell the story of my punishment...without leaving any of the details.

Work Report - 5/21/2020

Friday, May 22nd, 2020

•Chores 1 hour and 44 minutes.
- Dishes: 1 hour and 20 minutes
- Clean table: 8 minutes
- Coffee, Make (2x) & Filter (3x): 12 minutes
- Make beds: 4 minutes

•Spanish: 30 minutes.

•Writing: 15 minutes.
- Work Report: 15 minutes

•Exercise: 1 hour and 25 minutes.
- Walk: 1 hour and 15 minutes
- 200 crunches: 10 minutes.

•Respond to contacts: 1 hour.
- 15 people.

•Message new contacts: 25 minutes.
- 13 people.

•Translation of Trilema article from Romanian to English: 6 hours.
- Article

•Download movies: 15 minutes.
- 9 movies

Total: 11 hours and 34 minutes.

Why everyone hates fetlife

Tuesday, November 12th, 2019

I'm cleaning out my fetlife inbox of over forty unread messages and why suffer alone? Enjoy a snapshot of my inbox or why everyone hates fucklife. Unfortunately, I haven't found a better website for connecting kinky people so I guess its a necessary evil.

27 Undecided 2d
hello dear, i saw you in the news.
are you still in timisoara?
we are a couple interested in your lifestyle and would like to meet you for a glass of wine if thats something you wish to do.
kisses.
Remus and Alina

Shit, I'm in the news. I can't be seen with you drinking wine.

59M Fetishist 5d
Miss Yes_pleaase,
Firstly and foremost I have to thank you for having accepted my friend request! :)
I had a glimpse all over your pics and I found them so attractive and interesting mostly for a 26 yr old girl..(it seems you maintain quite a sort of a teenage 'aura'..appearance) I would like to have a sort of correspondence with you, if possible.
(..btw sorry for some questions here: I was wondering, perhaps, despite the fact that you claim to be a slave, if would you like to be interested in the same way about findom/femdom activity? Could you using KIK for that purpose?)

Thanks in advance for any info you will furnish to me.
Regards

E.

https://fetlife.com/groups/66300
https://fetlife.com/groups/114213

Lol dude called me a 26 year old girl... but what's even more annoying is that he thinks his thoughts matter enough to write down that I 'claim' to be a slave. Oh, the links are to groups that explain what financial domination is because finding a woman to pay money to is so hard he has to seek out ones who durr can't understand the concept.

23M Dom 1w
damn hey little, just found you on here. I am new to bratislava however a dom from austria looking for some useful girls. text me !

I know what you are going to ask and no I can't lift heavy things!

38M Top 1w
Hello, interesting Slave girl is that you on this profile pic cause you look really cute and it seems you could benefit from a solid but strict guidance.....am i right or wrong.....i hope i m right.
Also it looks like you are very serious about being a part of this lifestyle and want to go further with you and your company?

What an odd & neurotic message.

28M Bull 2w
Hello! So lets go party tonight,im from portugal and i live here, and i have few girls that arw able to join too

Portugal and a few girls. Sold offer.

23M Switch 2w
are u coming in albania

Actually I do squirt across countries.

32M Switch 3w
Hello, it seems that you are in Prague now so Im thinking - would your master be interested in you being watched when you are dominated? Because that could be a lot of fun and since you are not staying here for a long time... Let me know
Peter

32M Primal 7w
Hey there you and a friend wan to go out tonight? Aka 6-8hours from now, lol

Not funny & I heard there are a few girls in Portugal(s).

26M Switch 13w
Hi, would you like to kick a man's balls ? :)

This is one of a dozen requests and all are just as annoying.

24M Dom 15w
How many cocks have you fucked?

At least he skipped over the 'where are you from'.

57M Master 37w
Hi,

Thanks for accepting my friendship!

If you feel I can be of assistance, just PM me.

Master, slave and pet Trainer

He listed his credentials so if anyone's interested, please do let me know!...


Twenty-nine unopened messages and I give up. Fetlife seems to be the loser lunch table of all social media composed of socially awkward people and financial 'dommes' ready to take advantage of them. Coincidentally this describes the munches and parties we've been to with the exception of Warsaw, Vienna, and Prague.

VooDoo club in Warsaw had a gothic themed play space and huge party attendance. The space to play was lacking because of the amount of people attending; however, I had a blasty blast smoking weed outside with transsexuals (who hid their joints in broken bricks outside) and women donning strapons. The venue was also shared with middle schoolers who were attending a k-pop concert so conversation in the bathroom was not lacking.

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Here I am outside of VooDoo wearing a dress from Romania, ballgag from Argentina, handcuffs from Costa Rica, cat mask from Kiev, and a purse from Minsk. If you read this blog then you know I can't make this shit up.

Vienna had the first casual BDSM cafe and bar that I have ever encountered (named SMart cafe and No Limits bar respectively). The people watching me getting my ass beat were all very pleasant and understood boundaries of scenes which made them a pleasure to spend an evening with. If they were annoying you wouldn't have been able to tell.

Prague is an honorable mention because of how massive the play space is. The party we attended was huge (literally) but not one person was worth talking to, which has never happened before - no matter how lame the party. They have a serious bdsm shop and mini dungeons composed of a working wheel, cages, stocks..etc..that will forever be worth the mention to me.

In the end, it breaks my heart that fetlife is dead and truthfully I want to be wrong. After all, it is the website that I met my Master on and a few other people I care about. So, if I am wrong and missing the party somewhere please let me know because it sure as hell isin't in my inbox.