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When I Was A Daddy Dom

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I actually met Bea online about 6 months before my life pretty much fell apart, we did not meet in person until about a month before I moved out.

I had already confessed to my then wife who I was and what my needs were. I also knew there was no turning back I had already reveled way to much information.
Then came the divorce, I had stayed at the house because of guilt, but the day the divorce was final, out the door I walked.
I let behind my 1976 Fiat Spider,my 1955 chevy that I had before we married, but the judge felt she needed it, and the 160.000 dollars we had in the bank account.
I left with a duffel bag and my Yamaha 750 Seca. It had about 77.000 miles on it, and I had about 1600 dollars on me.
Bea and I had met at an apartment I was going to rent. It was beach side in Daytona Beach. A nice 4 unit building, 2 upstairs and 2 down stairs. I opted for the top floor.
Two weeks later bea moved in as my submissive. It was some 6 months later I collared her. We had drove up to St Augustine for sunrise and I collared her by the old Spanish fort.

At that time I was going through some serious changes in life, I still had a huge guilty feeling concerning the Divorce. I had a young son as well, but instead of the 85.00 a week I was suppose to pay in child support, I paid 600 a month sometimes up to a 1000.00 dollars.

During this time I decided to drive a cab locally, who would of thought you could make a 1000.00 dollars a week driving a cab. I also drove a limo as well kinda like an on call thing.
Bea was working part time at a day care but wanted to be a teacher. So I set that as a goal. During our relationship I set many goals for her, because I wanted her to succeed in life, I also knew being her first daddy it would not last.
It is not to often the Baby Girl stays with their first Daddy and I knew that. I was 37 and Bea Had not been 18 very long, yea I was robbing the cradle. Her mom and dad came unglued. It was not very pretty at all, but they more less wanted her out of their hair anyway.

Bea was a cutter, she was a bad cutter, she could no longer wear short sleeves or shorts that were very short. There were times she would just cry for no reason.

I walked in the bedroom to let Bea know dinner was ready and when I walked in she was cutting herself. I just looked and said when your done , dinner is ready. That is all I said and nothing more.

Our relationship continued to grow, now Bea was about 5’2 a little chunky, she had the palest skin I had ever seen, Dark black eyes, and black hair that went to her ass, she was really beautiful.

As we continued to grow our communication also grew, and the more we communicated, the more she was able to release.

Now I was going through a lot of changes, prior to getting Married I was a full blow sadist, Sherri was my first slave. I had grown cold, no feelings and I cared about no one even Sherri. Cherri was just a target, nothing more. The whole time we were together for what ever reason I never fucked her, not one time. There was either something about her, or I did not want to become that emotionally close.
She loved being fisted, once my hand was in I would just pound that bitch, fucking her with my arm as hard as I could. I would have her tied down spread eagle on the bed, spanking her pussy with my hand, I would use a belt, and just spank and spank until it was so swollen, it almost looked deformed.

At first I got off on the humiliation, I got off on inflicting pain, I got off on seeing the pain in her eyes, but it soon became a burden, because each session I had to out do the last.

Before getting married I was jumping from one slut to another, but now I was fucking.
Yahoo profiles that was the shit. I could log on and have a date in an hour. I was upfront as well, you are just fuck meat and nothing more. Today or the next couple of days you are my whore.

So I was going through an adjustment, I met an older Dominant his name was Animel, yup that is his real name. He looked like a pissed off Santa Clause, I stayed by his side day in and day out. My mind could not take in enough information. To this day I consider him a mentor, we are not as close as we once were, but he is still here..

Six months into our relationship Bea has just gotten out of the bath, and walked into the living room , and kneel and said Master I want you to have this I do not need it any longer, and she handed me her razor. I took it from her and I said good girl, and I held her for what seemed like hours.

I had to teach her how to cook, she could not boil water, but that was really no task because I love to cook.
At night most of the time I would bath her, and wash her hair, once out we went to the bedroom and I would put lotion on her.

She followed rules and protocols without question. I do believe I was somewhat stricter then than I am now. Once she was home she had a collar and leash she would put on, the chain ran through the whole apartment.

This was about the time I was starting up my internet cigar Business, which was really doing very well. It was almost to the point I was not going to have to work any longer.

I remember one day we walked into a golf store I was seeing about putting cigars in his store, and Bea had stopped at the door and just stood there with her hands in front of her. The clerk asked me what she was doing and I said just what she is suppose to, we are talking, she has nothing to do with this. When I walked out, Bea was two steps behind me.

Bea wanted to lose weight, not that she really needed to, so everyday we would walk 3 miles, down A1A and back, in the evening just as the sun was setting.
It was almost our 5th year together and Bea enrolled in UCF She wanted to become a teacher, she had really come a long way, and I supported her in everything she wanted to do.
After all that is what Daddy’s do, we want our girls to grow, we encourage growth.

It was really amazon because going on 5.5 years and we had not yet had an argument.This was due to us being so open, and the communication we had, but I also had a tight leash on her as well.
I allowed her to have friends in and out of the lifestyle, and once a month she was allowed to have a girls night out..

I came home one evening and Her demeanor was different she was more girly , although she was wearing her collar and chain.
As I started dinner because I did 90% of the cooking she started talking about how her feelings had changed, how she had been talking to other girls about their daddy’s.
I was not sure where all of this was going, but after dinner I helped her with her homework, and once we were ready for bed. She went to the bathroom and came back in and she kneeled and ask for permission to enter the bed, she handed me a bottle , a baby bottle, and she asked me if I would feed her, I was stumped at first but I said sure.
This was the transition from Dominant and submissive to Daddy and baby girl.
If it had been anyone else I do not believe I would of went through such a transition.

To date she had only been punished twice, she walked a straight line, and was very proper inside and out. Friends who would come over always made a comment about how good of a host she was.

Something happened though, and I started to let my feelings get in the way. I no longer wanted to tell her what to do, or what to wear, or what to take out for dinner. I stopped enforcing rules, I let protocols slide.

Once I realized what had happened , I tried to regain control but it was way to late, we even had long conversations about what was going on, because we could feel both of us falling apart.
Once you lose control, there is no way to get it back. Because a different side of you has been seen, that is something a submissive or slave, and baby girl will not forget.

Then I got sick , I got bad sick , one morning I got up and I was in the bathroom choking and I coughed uo this black stuff which was dead blood. so I grabbed my blackberry and I dialed 911. That was the last thing I remember. Seven days later I woke and I was in ICU I had 6 bleeding ulcers, and by this time 3 blood transfusions.

Bea would come and visit me everyday , except for the last week I was in. I spent 31 days in the hospital. On the day I was released I called and all I got was voice mail.
I actually called an escort service because I had to have someone sign me out. I did not have my cell phone so I had no one to call. This hooker looking bitch came up and asked for me, and off I went.
A cab waiting down stairs, I paid the girl a 100 bucks and I fell in the front seat.
Once home the cab driver whom I knew had to help me up the stairs, because I was to weak to walk.
He unlocked the door and when it opened everything was gone. no couch, no TV, no dishes, no bed nothing.

I was not mad or upset, because I knew why she left the way she did, but she took the fucking bed.

It was some 6 months before I was back to normal. My landlord and his wife would bring food over daily.
They furnished the apartment for me. It was some three weeks before I was able to go back to work, and then I was only able to work 4 or 5 hrs a day.

My website had been shut down, well my merchant shut it down , during the month of December I had over 10.000 dollars in charge backs. Shrugs

Today life is good I am in a good place. We all learn from our mistakes. The only bad mistake is the mistake you repeat.

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Vile

What Makes You A Submissive

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That question should be looked at long and hard. You are going to step into a whole new world. You are going to go places you have never in your life thought of. Your going to be treated like you have never been treated in your life.

There are things you need to think about before taking that step. Reading about BDSM is totally different than living it, or acting out.

What makes you a submissive ? What makes you think your a submissive ? Why do you have the need to serve ? Why do you need rules ? Would you really follow them ? Why do you need structure ?

Those are things that should be thought out before you begin your search. Again here comes the list things all of the above should be on paper and you should be able to answer each and everyone.

Then comes the hard part. Finding the new Dom. That will probably be the hardest task you will ever come across in your life. Because now you are going to spend a great deal of time weeding out the fakes. This will take you at least two or three relationships. Then you have to weed out those who think they are Dominant but they do not have a clue. Then you have to weed out the real ones. You have to pick out the one who fits like a glove.

Maybe your looking for a Daddy Dom , maybe a regular Dominant what ever that maybe, Maybe your looking for a Dominant who is a sadist, or a Dominant who is more into the discipline part of the lifestyle. Maybe your a Masochist, not every Dominant can fill that role,. Maybe your a Brat, again not every Dominant can fill that role.

The above should go on a list as well, and you should be able to answer each and everyone with a clear understanding of what the differences are. What role each Dominant plays.

What type of relationship do you want ? This falls under all of the things above. How do you see yourself living as a submissive on a daily bases ?

What are your limits ? What are some of your limits but in time you may be willing to try ? Never be afraid to express yourself, never be afraid to tell someone what your limits are, and they had better be respected. Never be afraid to tell someone if your limits are crossed you will walk away.

Remember you are a submissive not a slave. You still call the shots. You still have the right to say what will happen and how. You are submissive not a slave.

Make sure your Dominant keeps his word. After all the first thing a Dominant will tell you is to always be honest, and truthful. Why would you not expect the same respect in return.  If you are promised a call, a visit, a text, flowers, a birthday card, then that is what you should get.

Let me get something straight you the submissive are replaceable , that sounds really cruel, but I am sure most of you have been there at some point in your time. You were dumped without notice, no calls, no emails, no text, your calls were ignored. You were replaced.

The same goes for a Dominant he is replaceable as well. Many men fail to look at that side of the picture. When you enter a relationship you need to plant that seed. You were looking when you found him. You need to stand up for yourself, there is nothing wrong with making sure you get what you need and want out of life, and a relationship.

You are a submissive you say when you will submit, and how you will submit. Most who are in a D’s relationship do not even live together. I did not say all I said most. So why would you as a submissive submit to someone who cannot be truthful with you, or they cannot keep their word.

I am giving you a males point of view, because I have been that asshole, I have used, I have abused. Before the mule kicked me in the head, most of the women I saw and fucked were just meat, and nothing more. Most were just cum dumps, with a functioning cock sucker. I could care less what happened once they walked past my front door.

If you think I am the only one who thinks in this manner if you have dyed your hair blonde, you need to run to sally’s and dye it again and fast

So I sit here almost on a daily basis, giving advice. I am giving good advice. You can call me stupid, you can say I do not know what I am talking about, shrugs I could really careless what someone thinks of me.

It is not impossible to find the right one, it just may take a little more time than your willing to invest, but if your willing to invest more time, it would cut out a lot of heartache , and drama that you do not need.

Limits are very important. You have limits in place for a reason. Maybe you don’t like anal sex and you don’t care to try it. Maybe you refuse to RIM, maybe you don’t swallow , no matter the case you need to share your limits and explain that they will not be crossed. Why because they are replaceable.

The Slave factor is a total different story. Arianna is not into pain. Being a sadist at one time, I still have those tendencies, but I respect her way to much to hurt. That is a limit I have, hurting my toy. With the exception of pain and a few others that are normal, Arianna has no limits. That was something that was discussed when we first met. I covered each and everything in great detail so there were no questions. The only answers giving were Yes Or No. Apparently she answered more yes’s than no’s because she is still here , and will be for many years to come.

If your in a relationship and you have to step outside of your circle to ask for advice. Guess what? Your in the wrong relationship. You do not have the communication within your circle to make it work. That means you never had the freedom to express yourself, or your feelings. Now comes the replace part.

You can ask Arianna about the past Dominants she has met, more so the ones she has met while with me. She can see a clear difference. She will tell you how many times her ass was beat and left black and blue, the pain she endured. So there is more than just you who are having or have had problems. Guess what ? Arianna replaced them. You can do the same.

If you are not getting the attention you deserve, the communication, the play time you need. The you need to open the dictionary and look up the word replace.

You can make your search very simple, or you can drag your life through the mud. You can be relaxed, or your life can be full of drama. You have to decide what side of the fence you want or need to be on. Your the one dealing the cards.

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Pass Your Slave Around

Posted in abuse, anal sex, Arianna, bdsm, Bdsm events, BDSM Safety, disable, Dominants, Eating Pussy, emotional, Fear, Fetish, fuck hole, fuck meat, fucking, Gang Bang, Humiliation, Kink, kinky, Master, morals, oral, oral sex, pass your slave around, Safe, Safe and Sane, sex, slave, submissive, sucking cock, sucking dick on August 12, 2013 by thekinkyworldofvile

I cannot relate to the way other Dominants feel, when they think it is okay to pass your property around like a bowl of pop corn.

A couple of weeks ago I was speaking with another Dom via phone, and it only took me a couple of minutes to realize I had made a mistake by answering it.  You know how some people can just be annoying on the phone. Then you have to act like your really interested in the conversation. and I am thinking why cant by battery in my cell just die, or maybe hear that beep drop call. She was nothing more than fuck meat, she was a whore, a cunt, she was worthless, and was built for only one thing, being used and abused.

He was looking for a room to rent, not from us, but I knew a couple who was looking to rent a room out, so I was going to introduce them. They did go meet the other couple, which did not turn out to well. As you have noticed you did not see here that I invited them over to my house, that would never happen. I just don’t open my home up to anyone.

Although I do know a lot of people within the community there are very few I would hang out with. I have not found really anyone I can really connect with.

So this phone conversation is going nowhere fast, I am yawning hoping for some kind of natural disaster, an earth quake, possibly a hurricane, a cell tower to fall over something.

This Dom is on Disability , nothing wrong with that, it happens to the best, and there are those who truly need it. Our conversation turned to bars and going to sex parties, okay still have not peaked my interest. He is talking about how much his ex slave was out of control, she would not listen, out drinking all the time, just out of control.

Then he begins to tell me how next time he was going to lay the law down. She would fuck and suck anyone he wanted her to, he was just going to pass her around and let others do what they wanted to. Yea I am thinking no friendship in sight.

I have seen this before some years ago I was invited to speak at a swingers party, Once I had finished I decided to hang around for a little, to see just what went on. So after a bit I went upstairs mother nature calling and I saw a line outside of a bedroom so as I am passing these three dudes were just hammering away at this little blonde, I could tell she was not enjoying it, almost in tears, so I just shrugged it off none of my business, so off to the bathroom I go, still thinking about her and the bad situation. I washed my hands whipping my hands on my jeans making sure not to touch anything, walking down the hall I stopped looked again, and I walked into the bedroom and this dude was yelling at her because she was not sucking dick right, he then told me I had to get in line.

So I told her to get dressed, and he looked at me sticking his chest out and told me to mind my own business she was not through, I said yea man she is done, once dressed I took her by the hand and we walked downstairs and out to my truck I told her to get in. I did not feel like driving down to west palm that night so I took her home, once in I told her to shower, and I I got her a blanket and sheet out and put it on the couch.

After the shower sitting at the table she started to explain she had just met this Dom that night for the first time. They had spent several weeks talking and emailing each other, but once she met him he changed. WOW a huge change.

We all have our kinks, we all have our needs, and to each their own. I am not here to judge anyone, or tell someone how they should run their life.

These men are Ego Driven nothing more, it is a pure power high, being able to control someone in such an inhuman manner, not giving a fuck

Okay I believe you can like someone and it does not bother you to watch some other dude fuck your girl, but to say you love someone and be able to do the same thing nah I just cannot see it. To put someone you love in such a horrid position and the word love comes out of your mouth.

I am not into sharing, I would not get off on watching my slave bang some other dude, and I respect her enough not to even ask. I love watching two women together, but again the respect factor comes into play.

A D’s or M’s relationship is not about power, or ego, it is about love respect and honor, it is about caring for the one your with. It is not about abuse physical or mental, it is about two walking the same path.

On the other side there are those who enjoy being passed around, there are those who enjoy gang bangs, even being forced to perform sexual acts, some get off on it, I can see the thrill, the need, the sexual drive. To each their own, have at it.

What ever gets you off, be like Nike and just do it, but do not put others in harms way just so you can get your kink on.

 

Vile