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GentlemanDom1963

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For me conversation is not just a starting element, its the basis of things. If you have nothing to talk about, theres not much of a connection. I hate one-word answers. I need a sub with more to say than Yes, Sir. I consider myself a bit of a wordsmith, especially for humor. Not todays humor, not the cruel humor of most standup comedy Ive been exposed to, but crafted wit.



Im also old, fat, and bald, but I try not to emphasize that. (This is where modern writers would put in an emoji to make sure that the humor comes across. Im still on the fence about that. I much prefer words.)



Ive been investigating BDSM for about 3 years, since I stopped living with my wife. We are thus separated (although not legally in New York State a legal separation is a specific plan with the imprimatur of a judge). Im still learning. Of course, we all need to learn. At the very least, we need to learn about the people we meet. If you dont care who youre playing with, its very unemotional. Thats fun for a while, and I welcome play partners, but its not what Im looking for in a long-term relationship.



I use Fetlife (GentlemanDom) to keep in touch with the local community, which Im on the fringe on. I go to a munch and a demo group, plus an occasional party. Id be happy to chat at a Fetlife event.



As a Dom, Im caring and supportive. I know the difference between hurt and harm, and it is my responsibility to make sure a sub of mine is never harmed. Im not a sadist. I do like to inflict pain, but more as a show of submission than because I like pain. I certainly wouldnt inflict pain without consent, and I certainly dont want a sub who consents to being harmed. I dont want to tear anyone down. I want to have a sub who the rest of the world thinks is absolutely amazing, but who chooses to put that amazing person at my feet because she thinks Im worthy of it. Grovel to me and when the world sees it, theyll know how worthy I am to have such a person putting herself in my hands.



A Dom should help a sub to increase what she is capable of, not limit it, even though, of course, he must sometimes put limits on what she can do at the moment. Im not alpha. Most of the world isnt interested in what I have to offer, although I do offer quite a bit if you can get to know me decency, intelligence, sensitivity. These arent the qualities people associate with alphas. But I dont want to alpha someone, and I dont want to force someone. I want someone to bend to me, because she can see what others cant. I need sub to make me a Dom I need to use her power and energy to make me what I want to be, in return for using my guidance and support to make her be what she wants to be.



BDSM is fun. I like impact play, bondage, orgasm control, and a bunch of other things, but the person is more important than the techniques. I demand shows of submission. I love control and will take as much as I can. But Im not a harsh person. Gentle, in fact. I need someone willing to submit to me because of the qualities she can appreciate.

I have a particular attitude toward humiliation. I dont want a sub who thinks shes worthless. I want a sub that everyone thinks is wonderful, but who is willing to put herself under my control. I might ask her to crawl, to show her submission. But I would never tell her shes worthless or try to lower her self-esteem. Im into building people up. I want a marvelous sub and I want her to know it.

I do not forget about people. I dont suddenly disappear. I like to talk every day to people Im involved with. I expect subs to be in contact more or less always, unless there are specific reasons, and I return the attention. I have once or twice imposed a short silence as a punishment, but that is something different, not simply ignoring someone. In fact, demanding my attention is a show of submission, and I like shows of submission. Im about obedience. I explore a lot of other things, but obedience and respect are what I demand. In return I offer attention and guidance, including, on good days, wisdom. (On bad days Ill read you a fortune cookie instead.)


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2/11/2017 2:44:51 PM
?Are you proud of me?? she asked. He was slumped in his chair. He looked up at her through tired eyes. ?Kneel,? he said distractedly. She did as told. He closed his eyes and rubbed them softly. She lowered her head and waited, breathing quietly. He stayed slumped in his chair. She hesitated, then said, ?Yes, Sir? with half a question mark at the end of it. He opened his eyes. It took him a moment to focus on her. She thought he looked a million miles away. She was looking down at the floor, but her mind was focused on him intently. He tried to concentrate. Nothing came. He stared at here and a thought finally struck him. ?The red skirt,? he said. ?Yes, Sir,? she answered. ?Do you want the white?? she started. ?Run,? he said, quietly. She ran, into the bedroom. He tried to clear his mind but his shoulders slumped with the weight of his thoughts. He shook his head, as if his thoughts would tumble out and leave his mind clear. She ran out, dressed in the red skirt and white blouse she thought he liked, holding her heels. There wasn?t much room to run. She stopped in front of him. He looked down at the skirt. Another thought. ?Twirl,? he said. It wasn?t what she expected. She was not athletic, not much of a dancer. She put her shoes down and twirled. The skirt flew out as in a wide circle. As her head turned around she could see him there for just a split second each time she spun around. She thought she saw a half smile. He watched. His mind filled with her red skirt, and he could see her white panties underneath. He put his hands on the arms of his chair and lifted himself up. Her muscles were getting tired but she kept twirling. He took a step toward her, watching the skirt float in midair, and the panties disappear and reappear beneath it. It seemed to give him energy. He was smiling now. ?Take off your panties,? he said tauntingly. She stopped twirling and lifted her skirt. ?I didn?t tell you to stop twirling.? It took her a second to absorb the command, but no more. She resumed twirling, and struggled to take her panties off at the same time. He watched her struggle and chuckled. ?You?re laughing at me, Sir.? ?Am I? Yes, I guess I am. Does that make being mine so difficult?? He was mocking, but there was no meanness. ?No, Sir. I love to make you laugh.? It was no more than the truth. ?Here. Let me help you.? He took two strides toward here. When he reached her, he reached under her skirt with one hand and grabbed her panties, She almost fell as the twirling and the pantie pulled her in opposite directions. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her up. He yanked the panties down to her knees roughly. ?Thank you, Sir.? She kicked them the rest of the way off. He put his hand on her throat and held it there. She swallowed hard. He noticed, and it made him tighten his grip. She tensed and he felt it shoot through him. ?Fetch your collar and leash.? She immediately got on her hands and knees and crawled back into the bedroom. He waited impatiently, bouncing up and down on his heels. She returned, still crawling, holding the collar and leash awkwardly in her mouth. ?Stand up.? ?Yes, Sir.? He took the collar and leash from her mouth. He pulled her hair back and clasped the collar around her neck, hooking the leash to it. He took a couple of steps back from her, held the leash out, and gently pulled it taut. He looked her up and down, approvingly. Then he jerked the leash harshly, and she stumbled into him. He caught her, and looked into her eyes. ?Yes,? he said quietly. She beamed, and he led her down the hallway.

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laura352
 
 Age: 20
 St. Petersburg, Florida