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You park your car in front of my house, on a quiet old street in a quiet small town. You walk
GentleDomSpanks
Male Dominant, 64,  Sikeston, Missouri

 

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 GentleDomSpanks

 Dominant Male

 Sikeston 

 Missouri

 6' 2"

 210 lbs

 64

 Bisexual

 Caucasian

 11/23/13

 01/18/18

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You park your car in front of my house, on a quiet old street in a quiet small town. You walk up to my front door, which I open before you knock. You're right on time. You remain silent, as I've instructed. I have no need to speak yet. You can hear your heart pounding, wondering if I can hear it as well. As you step inside, I can see the pulse throbbing in your neck. I know. You are startled as I slam the door loudly behind you, and then you hear the distinct click of the lock. We're alone.


I place my hand in the small of your back and guide you to the master bedroom. The afternoon sun shines through the high windows onto my large bed, glinting off the heavy brass bedposts. You draw a deep nervous breath at the sight of the implements laid out there - an assortment of lashes, whips, floggers, straps, paddles. (There is a towel covering some other objects. What might they be?) We've discussed limits. We know where this is leading.


"Strip, now." You don't hesitate. Is there already a slight glistening between your trembling legs? I'll have to deal with that, but not just yet. I draw a line down your naked spine with my fingernail, and you try to contain a spasm while uttering an unintelligible "mrmph." I lean into your ear. "Hush, now. Sounds are for later, with the screaming." I gesture toward the instruments on the sunlit bed. "Pick one, my pet, and we'll begin."
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I'm lacking in hands-on experience, late to this long-dormant dominant side of myself, but it already feels comfortable, like an old leather belt. I seek intelligent, willing, creative, hungry minds. It's not necessary that you know yet what you're hoping to find in a relationship. We can take that journey together. (Perhaps this is a good time to point out that I am not monogamous, and I will not engage in a 24/7 life with another person.)


I do not seek a sub to break - I want to guide you in discovering your deeper self, from within and without. My methods will not be effective with some, and those in need of more severe methods will may find their True Dom elsewhere on CollarSpace. (I suspect that many of the subs I minister will eventually want more than I am willing to provide. I believe, however, that they will have been well-served, well-Dommed, and will more easily adapt when they leave for a harsher Master.)


I administer physical pain because that is what I want and it is what you either desire (as a masochist) or it is what you accept because of your craving/need to submit/serve/please. It creates, then strengthens the bond between us. I will never spank/beat/whip you to punish or discipline you. My primary method of punishment is to simply withhold my attentions. Your shame will be the disappointment you see in my eyes when you fail me - when you fail us. I will determine additional disciplinary actions based on those things you fear - not by the things you crave. (But if I find you require severe corrective actions often, we will part ways.)


If you want my attention, you're going to have to quickly prove you're an engaging communicator. In my domain it is the sub's responsibility to make first, respectful contact. (I hope that makes you nervous, but that you feel compelled to do so anyway. Yes, it's a test.) I welcome messages from all, but I won't respond to one-liners or boilerplate messages. (well, unless it's a really good line, or if you have a really intriguing profile). If you write a quick note to say you like my photo, my little story above, my even shorter journal stories, or to thank me for simply viewing your profile, consider this sentence as my thank you or you're welcome. Repeatedly sending short messages gets you blocked. And, no, I don't accept blind chat or friend requests. Really? I'm seeing a few subs adding me to their favorites list without messaging me to explain why they've done so. DON'T DO THAT!!


One of the first messages I received when I signed up here was from a fellow Dom welcoming me to the dark side. I disagree. This is the kaleidoscope side!


A little still she strove, and much repented;
And whispering "I will ne'er consent" — consented.   —Byron

Journal Entries:
12/12/2017 9:15:22 PM
I found this quote on another CS profile, and he found it on another profile. It resonates with him, and I find the vibe as well.

"Submission is not a gift; it is an obligation!"

11/8/2016 7:58:14 PM
It's 31 degrees Fahrenheit outside, the first freeze of the season. Fall is here. Winter is coming.

6/29/2015 12:35:15 PM
My Dear M, such cooing! I love it. I don't exactly want to cause you worry, but I do so want to inspire a round of terror. I can imagine stripping you and chaining you spread-eagle, taut, immobilized, standing on your toes in the middle of a windowless room. I bring a small high table into your view and place it in front of you. I stand behind it, facing you - it separates us. Upon the table rests an ornate rectangular silver platter, covered in a small white linen cloth, obviously obscuring objects underneath. "My darling M,", I begin, "it is time for you to take the next step. It is time for me to drink you, to consume you." I lift the white cloth to reveal the assortment of blades - razors, knives, scissors, a scalpel. "These are designed to cleave, to open, to separate, to expose what lies beneath. You will not enjoy this, but I will, and that is all that counts." You are already trembling, and you piss yourself - not much, because we emptied your bladder less than 20 minutes earlier. Good thing I also gave you that enema and plugged you or you'd be shitting yourself as well. I nod at the spreading puddle on the floor and smile. "No, M, that is not what I will drink." I move to the other side of the table, to you. I see the fear in your eyes, and I smell it. A rare gift. You: "Please, Master, please no! I ..." Your voice forgets itself as I select the antique straight razor and slide it open with a grace and ease that surprises you. With the razor in my right hand, my left caresses your chest and neck. "Where to open you?" You: "Oh, Master, please! Please, no!" Your words crack, no spittle in your cotton mouth. But your eyes are beginning to well, pupils dilated, eyelids wide in terror. "M, my Darling, it is time." My left hand still sweeps slowly over you. The razor in my right rests comfortably in full view. Your eyes overflow, and tears begin sliding down your face. "Please, no, Master!" My left hand finds a spot on your upper ribcage. "This is it. Here." I activate the razor and shave the few peachfuzz hairs away. I apply some alcohol to the scraped area. "It's clean now, fresh for me." Your scream startles me. And it pleases me. You become a chained upright puddle. Bawling, sobbing, your tears flow, gush, torrent. I put the razor down on the silver platter and smile. I lap up the tears on your cheeks, suck them from your eyes. "The blades have done their job, and they are gone. Cry, my Darling, cry." Now you understand, and your sobbing intensifies, not of terror, but of love. I have taken you to a place we both desire. We are free, and we are one. As you continue sobbing your love, I continue sucking your tears, sating my thirst. In a few minutes, I will unchain you and put you to bed and put a blanket over you and lie next you with my arms enfolding you. You Are Mine.

I wrote this fiction more or less straight through in response to and inspired by a lovely note from mdaddie, my muse. Upon reflection, I think it raises a valid issue of consent. When M says "No", we know he is not consenting to the bloodletting he and you (incorrectly) presume is coming. But M doesn't say "Stop". So, fellow kinksters, was consent revoked? Personally, I say it was revoked, and as a Dom sadist, it would be wrong to continue after M said "No". But it's a story, a fiction. Comments?

3/2/2015 2:51:05 PM
I finally decided to take the BDSM test at bdsmtest.org. Here are my results:

96% Daddy/Mommy
91% Sadist
88% Dominant
79% Non-monogamist
73% Primal (Predator)
63% Bondage Giver
63% Experimentalist
49% Primal (Prey)
46% Master/Mistress
45% Degradation Giver
44% Brat Tamer
34% Masochist
25% Submissive
25% Vanilla
19% Brat
19% Pervert
13% Bondage Receiver
4% All-Rounder
4% Degradation Receiver
4% Girl/Boy
4% Switch
4% Voyeur
0% Exhibitionist
0% Slave

I could argue with a few, but overall they feel about right.

2/5/2015 6:54:12 PM
Whenever somebody you don't really know says "Trust me." Don't!

No, it doesn't necessarily mean they're lying. It just means they're taking inappropriate shortcuts.

But they could be lying.


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