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| "It's Good to be the King"
Now accepting applications for a service sub/slave.
I am here to chat, listen, talk, maybe have coffee with you.
I am not here to Support you, give you money, or send you my bank info so don't bother.
Now that that is out of the way.
I am 48 now, been in the lifestyle since I was 19 when a friend asked me to a party, as her partner was sick that night. As they say "The rest is History"
Sadist 100%
Experimental 93%
Dominant 93%
Exhibitionist / Voyeur 61%
Switch 32%
Bondage 29%
Degradation 21%
Masochist 7%
Submissive 7%
Vanilla 0%
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I see not much has changed here. Been a while since I was here |
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J'ai aimé le point de la folie; Ce qu'on appelle la folie, Ce qui pour moi, est le seul moyen judicieux d'aimer. |
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Saw the new 50 Shades movie tonight with my slave. Its OK for what it is, more sex and nudity in this one. Still unrealistic on some parts. |
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Time to dust off my Armour, because the US has just been set back 1000 years |
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Do you ever sign in here and see a photo and wish you were blind?
Yes I know that is Shallow, but at least try to put your best foot forward. I am not the best looking person in the world either, but I try to use better photos here. |
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HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL YOU KINKY FUCKERS |
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A little culture for an uncivilized society......
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Its snowing here in Godley Texas |
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We are Back https://fetlife.com/events/408037 |
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Yet again I have survived the Holidays |
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Is it a sin,
To grin,
When you do BDSM?
Do you wank,
When you spank,
With a plank?
Does your penis get tight,
As you view the sight,
Of an ass red and bright?
Does your pussy run rivers,
As it twitches and quivers,
When the chains cause you shivers?
With needles employed
Do you feel overjoyed
As your body is toyed?
If you do
Look at you
You love BDSM too. |
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Heisenberg and Schrödinger get pulled over for speeding.
The cop asks Heisenberg "Do you know how fast you were going?"
Heisenberg replies, "No, but we know exactly where we are!"
The officer looks at him confused and says "you were going 108 miles per hour!"
Heisenberg throws his arms up and cries, "Great! Now we're lost!"
The officer looks over the car and asks Schrödinger if the two men have anything in the trunk.
"A cat," Schrödinger replies.
The cop opens the trunk and yells "Hey! This cat is dead."
Schrödinger angrily replies, "Well he is now."
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse;
The paddles were hung in the cupboard with care,
In hopes that her bottom soon would be bare;
The children were nestled at grandma’s in bed,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her nightie, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long discipline chat,
When out of her mouth there arose such a clatter,
I sat on the bed as she sassed “Hey what’s the matter?”
I pulled her across my knee in a flash,
Pulled up her nightie to bare her cute ass.
Her bottom was white as the new-fallen snow
But would soon give way to the luster of a healthy red glow,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a large wooden paddle, to redden her rear,
With long hard swings, both lively and quick,
She knew in a moment it won’t be a picnic.
In rapid succession the paddling came,
I shouted, and called out her no-nos by name;
“Now, SASSING! Now, LYING! And STAYING UP LATE!”
I paddled her hard and continued her fate.
She begged and she pleaded and I knew she would bawl!
Her bottom, her thighs I covered them all!
As I held her down tight I listened to her cry,
When the paddle met her, there were tears in her eyes,
So I spanked and I spanked and the paddle it flew,
With the lecture of love that came with it too.
The wiggling and kicking of each little foot
The paddle would soon make her little ass cook.
As I drew back the paddle, again it was sound,
Down on her bottom it came with a bound.
She was beautiful and sexy, from her head to her foot,
But her soul was all tarnished like ashes and soot;
A bundle of guilt she had on her back,
I took them away with each paddle wack.
Her eyes — how they twinkled! With tears that weren’t merry!
Her cheeks were red as roses, her thighs like a cherry!
Her beautiful hair was drawn up in a bow,
And her bottom was now not as white as the snow;
I let her get up and put the paddle on the shelf,
I kissed her and I love her more then myself;
A wink of my eye and a twist of my head,
Soon let her know it was now time for bed;
I spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
I tucked her in bed; then turned with a jerk,
And laying my finger aside of my nose,
And thinking inside, “She’s as red as a rose”;
Now discipline is not as easy as a whistle,
And it won’t go away like the down of a thistle.
Now to all of you who love spankings so dear,
“MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A RED REAR!
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It's that little catch in your breath, the spark of fearing the unknown, the click of the lock, before the whip touches skin that brings you to your knees........... |
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Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam |
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Why are the BAT SHIT CRAZY ones attracted to me? |
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I must have a trustworthy face or something. Down at the local 24hr store tonight talking to one of the cashiers, when all the sudden she tells me I have to put my hand down her pants. A fairly good sized beetle had crawled inside her pants and she was afraid of being bitten. Such is a humid night in Texas |
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I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose,
Drinking fresh, mango juice,
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Friday yet again and I am bored. |
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Is it a sin,
To grin,
When you do BDSM?
Do you wank,
When you spank,
With a plank?
Does your penis get tight,
As you view the sight,
Of an ass red and bright?
Does your pussy run rivers,
As it twitches and quivers,
When the chains cause you shivers?
With needles employed
Do you feel overjoyed
As your body is toyed?
If you do
Look at you
You love BDSM too. |
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Yes I wrote this
Hands
Behind a close door, she whimpers, curled in the corner of the bed. Shaking as the emotions flood through her again. The pain, pain makes it real, feeling the places now sore from abuse, she smiles. “How has it come to this?” She whispers to the empty room.
Uncurling from the corner of the bed, she steps across the cold floor toward the bathroom. All she wants is a hot shower and sleep, knowing she won’t get either here. Opening the door all she finds is a small toilet and a cold-water sink, using the small hand-towel, she rinses off. Working slowly, feeling every bruise and raw spot, smiling again. Moans come uncontrolled as she finishes rinsing off; damn she is sore and raw all over.
Working her way back to the bed, the floor still cold, she falls into the bed. Wincing as the sheets touch her skin, biting her lip so she won’t scream. This really hurts she thinks. Suddenly smooth hands caress her cooling her skin. Rubbing away the soreness and rawness, cooling sensations take over her body. Moaning with the pleasure of it, she relaxes into them.
The hands move about her soft at first, as the move to her breasts they need harder, squeezing her nipples so she yelps. Tugging against them so her body’s pulled up from the sheets, she grabs at the arms above the hands to support her body, brushing against something long and hard she gasps.
Now the hands have her head, fingers woven in her hair guiding her down. The pain, the coolness, the warmth of these hands all combine, she gasps again. As her lips part for a second gasp, she feels him sliding into her mouth; salt and sea are all she can think of as the hands guide her head where he wants. Moving her up and down, choking her then releasing, only to choke her again. Her pain and pleasure combine as tears roll from her eyes, stinging her cheeks.
As suddenly as he was within her mouth, he is out again. Rolling her on to her stomach and spreading her legs from behind her, she can feel him sliding inside. No gentle pressure here, strong strokes to gain entry to her. Hands still in her hair pulling her neck up at an almost painful angle, making her whole body move as he punches deep within her. Moans and screams escape her, wondering where the pain ends and the pleasure begins, as they have become one, a white hot core within her growing by the second.
White hot pain, crushing pleasure, her body spasms as he misses and enters her ass with brute force. Neither slowing nor stopping he shudders as her vision goes red with the pleasure of pain. Vision clearing, no hands touching her, she feels weak. Water running in the cold water sink, a door closing.
Soft hands running through her hair. “How is the sunburn? “ He asks.
“Fine, Master.” She answers.
Looking into his eyes, with a steady voice, “Again, Master?”
That is who I am. |
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| Age: 27 |
| London,
United Kingdom |
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