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| Read my journal.If you understand the words and still want to know me, message me.
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The Dom who I was with for 7 years died Sunday, New Year's Day 2017, a horrible way to start the year. It was sudden, he died in is favorite chair, a massive heart attack.If you would like to message,I need soft and caring words.
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So many on this site are simply "fishing" for a woman to please. If you have no knowledge of fishing, proper equipped or no knowledge then you will fail. So if you want to be successful study and learn this. From a very successful and responsible Dom!
A true Dom should do this.
Shoulder the stress, problems and concerns your sub has
Provide the support your sub needs in all aspects
Provide stability, structure and are understanding
Are caring, loving and respectful of the other person
Take an interest in your sub's fantasies and desires
Communicate your needs and desires- it's unfair to expect mind-readers
Provide motivation for things your sub has expressed interest in, be it furthering education, exercise more etc.
Learn and study every inch of their body- ultimate domination, to me, is the ability to make them orgasm when you decide, and often as you wish
Correct your sub even on the smallest things, but respond according to the situation.
Reward when it's deserved
Keep it interesting! Change things up- like any relationship you have to work at it.
I found that by being these things I am everything to her, the air she breaths. She will do anything to please me and worship the ground I walk on. You can only demand for so long, if it's earned its forever |
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FYI for those who wish to please:)
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A Masochist Sub's Prayer
I pray to you, my Master, My King
Within this dark lair, I beg thee for pain
I yearn for your touch, your sting
Release worries and woes that tax my brain
Lash me till my body and soul melt
Till the reality of my sad life takes flight
Love the sweet leather smell of your crops and belt
Maestro, play me please deep into the night
The dungeon of my desires is now my church
The alter for me is an Andrew's Cross
I writhe with each stroke and lurch
Each blow make me aware of who is the boss
You take responsibility which makes you the best
Wisely you will let me after a time, sleep
Take me, ravage me, after my body gets rest
Plunge powerfully nto my body, deep,very deep,
Your aftercare shows how much you love
I respect and trust you delivering my glorious pain
Nestle inside me like a hand in a soft glove
For my entire life as my Master you will reign |
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Just an FYI about his work. Collarspace when I copied and pasted this piece of prose I wrote it made it look wrong for prose. Forgive the way it looks, not me but this site!!
ANTICIPATION ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Erotica
Solitary submissive, scared to come out once more
I am a warrior again entering the social arena
In order to be touched, to nurture and serve
Wincing from the noises and sheer number of strangers
Trying to stay calm, focused and wary
Feeling his aura, my pheromones ignite
Anticipation, Anticipation
Alone and nervous, feeling shy, wanting to run
In a corner trying to hide
Dark shadow in the doorway
Watching, silent, sensing all which is around
Our eyes connect, my heart races
Beating, Drumming, Gulping Air
Anticipation, Anticipation
Cannot move, cannot speak
Shadow walking toward me
Leave or Run or Hide
Cannot flee or disconnect
Mesmerized by the Shadow
Intrigued, wondering, coming for me?
Anticipation, Anticipation
The shadow's aura pierces me
His breathing, close I hear
My body sweats, trembles, shrivels to almost nothingness
Vowing myself to silence, he approaches
Smitten by his spell, why am I near fainting
Dizzy, Scattered, Unsure
Anticipation, Anticipation
A deep yet soft voice pierces the silence
Is the shadow's words for me
Yet still locking eyes, he awaits
My heart flutters wondering, can it be
Am I who this wondrous Dom is wishing to see
Thrilled, excited, waiting
Anticipation, Anticipation
Like a butterfly so softly, a hand touches me
So tender, so dedicated, just to me
Away from the bright lights, away from the crowd
How can I go, when a stranger asks for me
But how not go, his voice and touch like a vampire
Confused, and almost floating
Anticipation, Anticipation
Entering his car, fear never enters my mind
A woman who never trusts has always been my way
To mistreat, scorn and humiliate forever what life gave to me
To give is in my nature, to give my goal in life
If this my last chance then I do it, now tonight
Tearing, hopeful, submissive
Anticipation, Anticipation
The elevator to his loft climbs and climbs as does my fright
Standing silent and my soulful head upon my chest
As the lift doors stop and open, hands lift my chin
His eyes, bottomless shades of blue
Pulling me close, pressing his lips hard to mine
Melting, swooning, smitten
Anticipation, Anticipation
A command he issues, one I in a trance concede
Granting it, I stand before him nude
He cuffs my wrists to bedposts My mind is racing unknowing what's to come
Pain, pleasure, passion, not caring I am suddenly blind
Moving not an option, speaking though an option still
Gasping, tensing, trusting
Anticipation, Anticipation
Telling me he wishes to hear my groans and moans to come
Given for my safety he tells me my word "Hurting" a word so well known to me
So now it is to begin, my journey I have waited for so long so long
Longing for the gift only a Dom can give, never given to me
Like a rainbow so fleeting and fast, my few happy moments have been like that
Sobbing, hopeful, begging
Anticipation, Anticipation
My lips are parched, apart in hopes of pleasure, the intimate dance he'll do
Touch me with kindness, touch me with pain
Not caring, arching my back for TOUCH, I listen quite intently
Waiting, a swoosh of leather leaving tabs. a sound of metal hitting the floor
I lay in wait for release, pain or pleasure, all fine with me
Surrendering to his touch, his wish, his lips, his power
Anticipation, Anticipation
Stroking my cheeks he asks for me to obey, my call, my submission
Choking on sobs, my body begs for touch, I give freely my soft okay
Long ago once spoken, whispered inn my ear
The remembrance quickly broken, feeling pain memories fade away
Gripping my hard engorged nipples to the point I wince and yelp
Squirming, twisting, opening
Anticipation, Anticipation
Fingers splay my nether lips, wet, smooth with fragrant cream
My head thrown back in beginning ecstasy
Entering with long strong fingers, I feel my body burn
One hand open, fingers digging, my breast bruised and throbbing
Ready for anything to be, my clit rises to his attention
Trembling, anxious, arching
Anticipation, Anticipation
He sees me smile as his touch comes to my nub
Responding to his touch my body arches begging for more
So calm, so slow, so sexually precise, the electricity flows
From nipple to the piston movement of his fingers
The lightning strike, that electric zing shocks me into bliss
Memories, Joy, Beginnings
Anticipation, Anticipation
All the things I've been missing I scream begging "More, More"
He climbs and straddles my hips, his movement fluid and graceful
Resting the head of his staff where my lips pout, he stops for me to stretch
My breasts have both felt his hard strong grasp
Now he strokes my entrance, my clitoris and ass
I beg for him to enter, but my patience he demands
Anticipation, Anticipation
I wait as he waits, my breathing slows he says" My Good Girl"
Slowly he slides his cock and my breathe catching with each push
Each small push a sharp breathe of erotic ecstasy
The tip is to the wall, his balls pressing against my bum
My breathing stopped, my blood is racing, waiting for more
Stroking, stroking, my mind about to explode
Anticipation, Anticipation
I know what my body now looks like and it must be frightening to him
Like a woman being strangled petechiae appear on my breasts
Also these bursts of tiny blood clots when my blindfold is gone soon
Will show on my back and the whites of my eyes, strange but just me
Sad, distraught, ashamed, my past invading my mind
These emotions from far back always sadly to be Anticipation, Anticipation
Screaming I cry to let me go, I say "Hurting, hurting"
I hear his gasp, knowing I think he is like the others who shamed her
Gently with palms on both sides of my head he bends near me
I feel his chest touching mine and gently kisses my tears away, saying
“I would never ignore the small covenant we made", his integrity now I see
Hope, Trust, Ultimate Joy, all that I've been praying
Anticipation, Anticipation
To make sure his point was taken he lifts the blindfold covering over my eyes
Gasping seeing the blood spots in my eyes, his eyes tear seeing my anguish
Apologizing for all in my past he strokes my cheek and kisses tenderly
Slowly he starts what I've been so waiting for, I feel his cock moving
In and out, steady and strong, so strong I feel his pulse inside me
Awestruck, ready, At the peak...
Anticipation, Anticipation
Still a fog of doubt ensnares me and I fear never to fall
At the crest and ready to plunge into that valley of endorphins and bliss
If not I'll know for sure that again the humiliation and self loathing will come
The wounds stay and do leave, better to be lashed to a cross
Those heal and leave scars it's true but those are better than open wounds
Stuck in time, afraid of the now, distraught from the past
Anticipation, Anticipation
No stopping now. ready for the next sense and feeling
He slams his testicles against me as I start to blissfully fall
He jerks and tenses and as he peaks, I'm falling
The tingling starts, the release and orgasm the ultimate she has never known
Vaginal contractions hit again and again she feels the volume of sperm spill
Every cell is alive and bursting in mind blowing pleasure Anticipation, Anticipation
Relaxing I let my body take charge, no thoughts or worries
I feel the spasms flood over and over again
My muscles tighten, my body jerks, though in the throes of these I smile
So this has been what I missed for so long
Subspace, glorious and sweet subspace
Anticipation, Anticipation
My Body, brain and soul in sync, complete, sexually fulfilled, floating
He holds me as my muscles from orgasm slow and finally stop
Looking at me he is pleasantly shocked
Through it all and my trepidation I had charged on
Scarred and scared I fought the demons of the past
I gave to him my submission when though abused and hurt
No MORE Anticipation
He took my demons into his body, into the hell hidden deep inside
They would stay with him, he would keep them there
Protecting me, keeping them chained in his own deep hell
Never would anyone take my self worth away
He had fought the demons and would stave off ones to come
All were his to make right, for my serenity, for my ability to soar
Before him I had never truly Soared, free from fear of neglect and cruelty
He wiped the sweat from my brow tenderly, licked the sweat off my breasts
Holding me, staring into my soft brown eyes
Words of Devotion, Endearment and praising me, his Delight
I knew with those words never again would I fear or fret
His allegiance true, his promises kept, his kindness always
I knew I was flawed when he brought me to his flat
All my flaws found I knew his leaving guaranteed
Never in her wildest thoughts did I think he would keep me
He took the responsibilities of his title to heart which few do
He destroyed the devils from my past, the ones he sought out and killed
Perseverance and tenacity, badges of courage, few such submissives
Had he ever known, me the one, his one
Through his eyes sheer perfection, glad others were too blind to see
He proved to be my chosen one, my responsibility to make happy
He wanted me to feel he was my forever protector, my forever Dom
So he laid close, stayed beside me to assure me he would stay
Stay in my heart, stay in my life, stay in my dreams
At peace now, demons gone and only days of joy to come
All self doubts erased forever, self esteem through the roof
Happy, Thankful, Owned
No more fear of Anticipation, no more fear since now owned by him
I welcome Anticipation forever and a day, Joyous Anticipation
Forever and a day................... |
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Just thought I would answer some of you who ask "Just what do you bring to the table":) This is what I bring! LOL
Due to being a professional techie I am very used to perfecting techniques. So when I saw shortcomings in giving oral pleasure I decided to self improve. I started a quest to gather information in achieving my goal. So after two years of studying and trialing these procedures and finally getting kudos of success I wrote it out in formal form. Reading and rereading, I revamped this as I do to erotica writing too, I finally perfected my technique and writing. I do hope this helps others who face this same quandary of excellence. I do hope the Doms, Masters, Slaves and Submissives do enjoy this discourse!!
If he allows me, I put a silk scarf over his eyes.
I beg him to not touch me and have every sensation to be his, something I will give him. My next words are to tell me what he would not like me to touch. I assure him only soft caresses of any part of him will be done and not to think I will squeeze or give him pain of any sort. As this goes on he is to tell him what he wants or needs for the most pleasure as we go along.
I put a candy sweet sucker in his mouth and ask him to suckle it as he would my nipples. I place it again close to his mouth he can smell it and I laugh silently as he twists his head back and forth to find it. His mouth is open and his tongue out searching for that sweet taste, watching I watch getting aroused. Much like a babe when his mouth comes away from his mother's tit and he starts groping for it with his mouth.. It excites me to know later that mouth will be on my erect nipples. I slowly run my tongue over his lips nipping them once in a while gently. Love french kissing him deeply and passionately and my tongue dances and moves through his sweet mouth. His nipple I take in my mouth and slowly bring my bite tighter and tighter till it very easily slides off his nipple.
I start with a light massage at the arms and legs and softy run my hands over his torso. Then I softly stroke his face starting to hear the slight moans and massage him all over sucking his fingers and toes. Swirling my touch all around his twitching shaft never touching it, I circle and flick my finger over the head like slowly strumming a guitar, then slide my hand down to the base of the phallus and come up along the large vein on the other side. Slowly up and down, up and down. Down at the base I gently lift the testicles gently cupping them in the palm of my hand. I feel the light sweat beneath them and take in the musky smell that excites me. If desired I'll put one finger in his anus.My joy is to watch his face and hear his moans and see the arching of his back. Taking his cock I place my lips on the tip and swirl my tongue around it over and over.
I take it in deeper and stop, listening to his breathing. Then a little deeper and finally my lips touch the base. I can feel it pulsating and the heat from the blood engorging the veins. I'm probably enjoying myself more than he is at this point. Slowly slip my mouth up to the top and then down changing the speed. I slowly release it for just a second and teasingly do this at times but only for a millisecond. Usually I'll get vocal guidance on what is pleasing him,. His cock rises Then a muffled growl that tells me he is at the peak of arousal. For a split second there is no motion or sound. Every muscle in his body contracts, I watch miraculously enthralled, there is a small pearl drop at the tip. I realize it's the start of his release. I lick each drop wanting more and more but know those drops will be gone. After a few drops, take the full length into my mouth. The droplets are now a powerful burst hitting the back of my throat and I swallow not wanting it to spill from my mouth.
As he lays panting and exhausted I nuzzle my face into his neck and whisper in his ear how amazing he is and the joy and pleasure he has given me. He gave me a gift not me to him. The sights and sounds I have experienced truly amazes me. He tells me he enjoys watching me while I pleasure him and he watches the smile on my face from every sound and touch I receive.
I then bath him in bed with soft towels under him, stroking him lightly with a warm bath cloth mitt over my hands. With a soft towel I dry him. I look down and smile while putting a fresh cotton hand sewn quilt over him, kiss his forehead and tell him to relax. "Sleep well and dream of me please". The light is turned off and I'm happy to see him slip into a deep relaxing sleep. His breathing deepens and my heart soars.
Good night my treasured Dom, good night.
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Soooo....... Tried to connect all day yesterday to respond to some of the kind messages from true Dominants. Several messages saying to fight on and forget the trolls who appear here. BUT as usual by the time the site connected my message and attempt to send them went POOF since the site had timed out. So tired of this and if I do not respond know it is not me but the techies who run this site. No problem with any site do I ever have connecting. Throwing in the towel, don't have the time to deal with this site. Will when I can check in from time to time. See me on Fetlife, my kink home as delight4dom if you wish to reach out to me. |
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Soooo..... You guys call yourselves DOMINANT. Let me see if this sounds like a DOMINANT to you. I get contacted by someone who says they are an engineer of medical devices. I am not a young woman without a brain. He immediately sends a pic, probably not him an honestly I don't care about his visual self. So I ask "of what" and he then says of lactating devices, restraints and then he said Xray equipment. COME ON! You cannot be an engineer of so many genres. So I called him out and then he told me he thought I was FAT since I had not sent a pic as he requested. WHAT THE S---T?? Then as I went into a detailed explanation of WHY I said what I did, included my works of erotica to show him I was who I said he BLOCKED ME! My lengthy response was for nothing. He ran off with his tail between his legs like a scared rabbit. So tired of men who are trolls and at first say they think I am fine, great, phenomenal. Fell for kind words again. I am incredibly stupid to stay here and quite frankly I am NOT a woman who likes abuse! Why do I stay on here? GEEZ!! So if anyone confronts or asks questions which most Dominants here encourage then you will run due to not being able to have the mentality to explain what you said?? Are ALL of like this? Should I stay or go?????
If I took the percentages of how many do this, it would be the majority sadly by my experience:( |
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I am a bit confused on what gents on this want. They obviously want a woman who will cook, clean, give sex openly, see his needs met and make his world perfect. So what do these men offer? Discipline, humiliation and to teach a woman how to please him. What woman in her right mind wishes only this back. Do men who are saying this think women in the lifestyle far free whores, free house keepers, free nurses, free labor, etc.? Always the statement "I want or am looking for" this or that. Is this place merely a job site to them to find women who will give and give and give? Do these men think HONESTLY women will give this freely? These are the same men who scream about women who are scammers. Yep, they are honest in what they seek but do they think a woman who says she will do all they want never either take from them dishonestly or walk away? Come on guys, open your eyes, face the reality. If you truly know the lifestyle you won't ask and not give what you "bring to the table"! If you are a Dominant then tell me your strengths and don't keep asking what I bring to the table without showing me what you bring to it too! GRRRRR!! From a very educated alpha sub, a redheaded Leo who has been around the world so to speak! Sher |
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I am begging males on here that UNLESS you have been in the lifestyle and know the RESPONSIBILTY of a true Dom or Master, stop saying and asking for servitude. You are simply a man who wants to be served and someone to sit at you feet! To ask that means you have the responsibility of the title you profess. Just to say you DEMAND allegiance and her total submission is saying you PROMISE to keep her safe and help her soar. Can you do that? Do you know what it truly means to be a Dominant in the life of a woman who will be giving herself to you? Do you know if you do not know the responsibility of what you say you are that you could be horrible damage both physically and emotionally? It is a grave challenge that should be undertaken with maturity and a knowledge of what harm you can do. Think twice before saying you KNOW and have been in the lifestyle a long time. Be honest in saying you perhaps are a Dom or Master. If you are merely a Dominant man please say this in honesty. Nothing wrong with being Dominant but to make the claim you have been "A Dominant" for years and years "implies" a false opinion that you have learned the lessons how to be a proper Dom or Master. Just saying I see so many trolls fishing for just a woman who will have someone serve them hand and foot without the advantage of a caring man. Having a woman in your life as most say they do, is an enormous obligation to make sure just like a physician in taking the Hypocratic Oath to leave her better than you find her, in other words DO NO HARM!! |
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I am writing to educate those who are not in the lifestyle but post messages like they have been and are. New submissives may not be savvy to what is going on and that many here are merely trolls. So I hope this will not only let those who are playing this game to see what being a Dom truly involves and his responsibility to hold this title. Also this may help new subbies to see what is real and is not here. I give the credit to both explanations below to a marvelous Dom and excellent photographer known as depraved eros. You can Google him or see his works on Facebook. He is the real deal and knows what he writes about what a Dom and submissive are. I hope this can answer a few questions and make those who are trying to pull the wool over other's eyes to see that it is very easy to see. Red flags go off when a submissive sees the things that Depraved says to look out for. Due to his profession, he is very protective of submissives, especially those who haven't been in the lifestyle very long So thanks to Michael for educating and hope all read this important information!
From Depraved Eros to all who wish to learn!
What is a Dom...
Journal Entry |
This is my own opinion of course, everyone has their own ideas.
I've been asked what type of Dom I am several times so I thought Id write it all out in one place.
I believe strongly you can be loving and strong at the same time. Controlling yet not an arrogant jackass. I want to fill all my subs desires in my own way, my own timeline. I cherish her submission and take the responsibility very seriously.
A Dom,
- Shoulder the stress, problems and concerns your sub has
- Provide the support your sub needs in all aspects
- Provide stability, structure and are understanding
- Are caring, loving and respectful of the other person
- Take an interest in your sub's fantasies and desires
- Communicate your needs and desires- it's unfair to expect mind-readers
- Provide motivation for things your sub has expressed interest in, be it furthering education, exercise more etc.
- Learn and study every inch of their body- ultimate domination, to me, is the ability to make them orgasm when you decide, and often as you wish
- Correct your sub even on the smallest things, but respond according to the situation.
- Reward when it's deserved
- Keep it interesting! Change things up- like any relationship you have to work at it.
I found that by being these things I am everything to her, the air she breaths. She will do anything to please me and worship the ground I walk on. You can only demand for so long, if it's earned its forever.
New submissive, can you offer advice?
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I'm honoured to say I've been asked a great many times this question.
I am in no way an expert, I can only offer my opinion as a Dom, so before other Dom's flame me, this isn't a handbook.
It's only a note where I can point them to so I can consistently answer with my opinions. Feel free to add any comments you like, let's just make it constructive.
And yes, a submissive should be the one to give advice to another submissive but I get asked for my opinion.
First off my advice is based on the type of Dom I am, each Dom is different. I don't believe in the handbook version of a Dom, I don't care if someone thinks something I say or do isn't Domly. I say and act how I am naturally.
- This I have said in the last day to someone. Cherish your submission until you find someone who will do it for you even better.
You don't owe anyone you have never met anything! They don't own you. I give my first name in my messages feel free to call me by it, I have not earned the right to any title. Anyone who demands this right away I'd probably recommend you stay away from as a new submissive. This doesn't mean you can't refer to them as sir, that's a very respectful thing (reverse for gender) I can say in business I often greet and depart with the word sir to men.
- Explore the various fetishes on fetlife, this will help you to establish your limits.
- Join a few groups related to submissives, there are many where submissives can ask other submissives. There are also lots of groups you can announce yourself and be welcomed, two groups of note is Novices and Newbies & BDSM Glossary. It's a great way to start off.
- Consider going to a munch near you, if you click on events you can find one in almost every large city near you. For those that don't know, it's a very vanilla meet and greet in a public bar or restaurant.
- Bring a friend and go to an event near you where play is taking place, watch the various activities. A friend can make it less daunting to go to. Events are scarier to think about than they really are!
- Take your time to get to know someone well before meeting or playing, this is a world of BDSM and you can get in a lot of trouble. Does this person match your level of pain tolerance? Talk openly about your limits, if you don't know your limits then say I don't know I'd have to start slow and see. If you are that new make, sure gags are in your limits for now so you can freely use safe words. (BTW I have a writing on limits too)
Also meet in a public setting first with zero expectations of more in the first meeting just like any type of dating.
TRUST IS PARAMOUNT YOU WILL BE AT THE OTHER'S MERCY.
- Play safe, super safe if sex is involved...many don't know that 1/3 of the population have herpes (I know some of you are living with this and I don't mean anything disparaging by it) and condoms only reduce the risk by about half compared to no condom. (I was told by a nurse in the U.S. that Herpes testing isn't standard in America you must ask for it specifically, so ask)
I'll probably shock everyone here but I do not have sex without tests done by both and I know where that person is for the week it takes. (Yes..I'm an odd ball in fet and probably overly cautious but I've been the same in the vanilla world too) Follow your own sense of safety and never feel pressured to give in.
- Every single aspect of the lifestyle is about Consent. Informed consent not a general, "I'm going to beat you now do you give me your consent?" I don't care how intimidated or scared you feel, you have the right to stop or have things scaled back....ALWAYS..Don't feel ashamed or embarrassed!!!
Part 2
So you played, or met someone and built up something you want to expand on.
How does a sub act? This will be different for every Dom too so ask! But for me...
I prefer natural submissives so my advice is based on these types..Why?? Because I am only interested if the sub is gaining something from the experience as well, a natural submissive gets pleasure in making the other person happy. It's a symbiotic relationship.
- A submissive for me calls me sir, she treats me with respect as I do her. I lead by example and I earn that respect.
- Listening is incredibly important, the way to a Dom's heart can be found in paying attention.
- Be selfless, this is a two way street I worry for my submissive's well being and happiness...it's the submissive's job to worry about mine.
- Don't try to take control, seems like an obvious thing right? If you're out together at a restaurant and they ask how many tonight? Do not answer, do not try to speak "over" me. Don't decide what position to switch to in bed. Don't make plans and then let me know after the fact for both of us.
Just don't decide for me on anything.
- Be attentive to my needs, is there something you can do to make my life easier? Little things add up to a great thing. I can tell you I try my hardest to be as attuned as possible to my submissive's thoughts, desires and needs and I feel it should be a requirement for both sides.
- Do not be clingy/needy, be available yes. Needy and clingy people are too much work.
- Communication, this should be the highest in my list! (It's not because the last thing is the most remembered) I can't read your mind no matter how attuned I try to be, I need to know everything...Openly and honestly. The more I know, the more I can be an understanding Dom and the more I can be the Dom for you. If you're texting and getting tired...say so, this way if you drift off and stop replying I know why. If you had a bad day don't just say you had a bad day, tell me why. If you're sad tell me why.
Honestly the rest is the Dom's responsibility to show you the rest they need from the relationship, if you're communicating, selfless and submissive, as I said above, things will evolve very well!
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I am right now about to blow a gasket laughing at a so called Dominant who wrote me. He is 22, from North Carolina and informed me his name was BRAD but I should call him SIR! First of all I have been in this lifestyle for a very long time. If I see this DEMAND to call a man SIR, I know he is a troll or young. Until he has proven himself fit to be called Sir, I will NOT! A Dom has to earn that title and know what the term involved in duty and obligation. I do not ask a man to call me MADAM or DARLING LITTLE ONE or any term. If you find a true Dominant who KNOWS the lifestyle he will laugh at any man who demands to be called SIR at the get go. Quite honestly he will probably tell any woman NOT to converse with this man at all. He obviously doesn't know anything about D/S or BDSM. I know many men who are older, wiser and more mature who say this to me all the time about addressing a new man as SIR! So don't ask, never, nada, nicht, Nein!!! If you do you have played your hand far away from your chest and I know just who you are, what you are and that honestly and sadly you are not for me!! |
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IF ANYONE SEES THIS JOURNAL ENTRY FROM MASTERSOTER FROM AUSTRALIA DO NOT ATTEMTPT THIS! IT COULD PRODUCE HARM AND IRREPTITABLE DAMAGE TO YOUR PENIS AND PROSTATE TOO! DO NOT BELIEVE THIS IS HARMLESS AND DO NOT LET SOME WOMAN PUT A DRUG INTO A CAPSULE AND PUT IT IN YOUR PENIS!!! DO NOT DO AS THIS MAN DID AS HE STATED IN THIS JOURNAL!!
Double Cannon Shot...
I was away from my Sydney home , working in the USA, when I had one of the most wonderful experiences of my life. So I'd like to find someone that I can repeat it with.
I'd met a friendly woman at a bar who took the trouble to show me around after work each afternoon. I'd not been to the US before and I had a lot to learn. Each day after some sight-seeing she'd drop me off in her SUV back at my run-down hotel. But after a week or so of this she noticed I wasn't very happy with my room so she invited me back to her place for a hot shower, a home cooked dinner and a few Budweisers.
After dinner she disappeared into her bedroom and came back with a few bits and pieces and I could see she was getting ready to be creative. She seemed to know what she was doing so I wasn't asking too many questions and I was content to watch.
I still had my bath towel wrapped around my waist when she lifted the corner sufficiently to expose a somewhat limp cock. She popped a Viagra tablet from the protective foil wrapping, placed a small dab of had cream on the tip of her finger which she used as lube and inserted the elongated tablet into the hole in the tip of my penis. Wow! That had never happend to me before. Not weird, but certainly exciting.
She then used her deft fingers, gently working the tablet into my expanding shaft, by rubbing the little buldge deeper and deeper. The buldge seemed to get stuck near the base of my shaft but she kept working at it until it jumped the hurdle and slipped down deep inside of me. It quickly dropped down somewhere under my balls and I was amazed to feel it moving somewhere in the smooth space just before my arse.
And her creativity didn't stop there.... she took apart a gelatine capsule from a cold and flu treatment and empied out the powered contents so she could re-use the capsule. Next, she popped the lid on a small jar of dental anesthetic that she'd kept after a visit to the dentist. She carefully filled the gelatine capsule with the Vaseline-like dental anesthetic.
I could now start to feel the effects of the Viagra as it melted inside my cock. It was a pleasant sensation; not erotic but very mentally and physically stimulating. I felt the very firm erection grow and I continued to watch her with some amazement at her creativity.
The refilled gelatine capsule, stuffed with anesthetic, now went down my penile shaft, following where the Viagra tablet had gone only a few mintues before; also egged on with her slender fingers working deftly along the edges of my shaft.
I wasn't quite sure quite what to expect next. I thought she was probably ready for some one on one action, but instead she neatly covered me up with the towel again. I wasn't in the mood to ask questions since I was feeling very warm and comfortable after the hot shower and a great meal. So we continued to chat, laugh and sip on the beer for around 20 minutes.
It was THEN that I felt the biggest hard-on that I'd had in my life. And it was showing! I was surprised to see that the tip of my cock had worked its way from under the towel. She also noticed and reach over to stroke my shaft and that was followed by a very long and deep, passionate kiss while I akwardly removed her clothes.
By now I would normally have cum (I have a short fuse in these situations!) but the anesthetic had also kicked in and my whole cock was feeling very numb and much less sensitive than normal. So my load was staying in place in spite of the huge erection.
She had climbed on top of me and was working her body up and down along my rock hard cock, thoroughy enjoying herself, sipping on more beer and laughing about my getting lost in the middle of town. 30 minutes passed, then 40 and even 50 minutes and my cock was still solid with no sign of a load drop. By now she had slowed her rhythmic movements but was still very much enjoying being on top and having the feeling of a hard cock inside her.
And I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to reach this part of the story since its what happened next that blew my mind. Even the numbest cock can only stand so much excitement before it blows its load and mine was no exception. Without warning I felt the biggest gush of hot cum, mixed with the (now liquid) viagra and anesthetic shoot right up into her body. And the heat of that moment brought the biggest smile to her face followed by another deep passionate kiss. She started her rhythmic movements again, but with renewed vigor which caught me by surprise. In the past, when I'd been with a woman, the play would stop after the women complained of being too sensitive, but with the anesthetic now filling her pussy here was no stopping her.
In short, we continued until we both collapsed and she fell asleep. By now I'd entered her from behind and I had my large hands around her small body and firmly encased on her breasts while she softy slept. I was still very hard and I was still inside her when we awoke the next morning. But there was the biggest puddle of cum on the bed sheets that I'd ever seen that needed to be cleaned up before we both went to work. |
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If you can check off all sixteen of these we really need to talk:) Too bad there are not many of these out there. Dominants please note and try to check off more and more!
Rhett was a man in control of himself. He dressed and spoke well, loved better, and had a great sense of humor, sometimes of questionable taste. He was unafraid to speak his mind, stand his ground, fall wildly in love, and show his love (and fight for it, too).
It's a celebration of the grown up man's man who knows how to treat a woman. What does this man look like, to me, at least? Well...
1. He is hygienic, but cleans his nails and trims his nose hairs outside of a nail salon. Think about it: Would Hemingway or Gladiator be getting his nails buffed? Methinks not.
2. He can balance both swag and sophistication and a career and a personal life without too many proverbial exclamation points (and certainly not multiple ones in a text message. No, no, no).
3. He reserves his "LOL" for actual laughter, which he exudes out loud and often.
4. He isn't looking to play "pen pal" with you through your iPhone because he knows that all text and no play makes Johnny a very dull boy.
5. When he's interested in a woman, he doesn't wait three days to call her, but he does actually call her, and when he does, he asks her out for dinner, makes reservations, picks a great bottle of wine (because he knows how to) and then makes sure she gets home safely.
6. If he wants to see her again, he lets her know, and if he doesn't, he politely lets her know that it was a pleasure to spend time with her, even if it wasn't. He does, however, let her know gently and firmly enough that he's not interested so that she doesn't waste her time thinking it might become something it won't.
7. He reads actual books and newspapers and holds opinions on everything from scotch pairings to world events all the while understanding that not all of his opinions are facts and that not everyone has to agree with him in order for him to maintain his relationships or his manhood. In fact, he enjoys it when you don't agree with him because it means he gets to indulge you in a good debate or leave you thinking a little bit harder about things than when you sat down in front of him.
8. He opens doors and takes coats, not because he feels a woman is weak, but because he is strong enough to show that he cares about the comfort of those around him.
9. Sure, he might want to get into a woman's bed, but he's also interested in getting into her head as experience has shown him that seduction is a delicate dance and the man who resides in her mind has conquered every other part of her.
10. He appreciates a woman who shows she cares for him, but he isn't interested in being courted. He enjoys taking the lead in courting and doesn't need to be "chased" because he's in desperate need of an ego stroke. He also won't play "puppy dog" to a woman who takes advantage of this.
11. He doesn't look to be anyone's father or savior, and he doesn't pretend to be the leading man in any woman's fairy tale. He's just a man looking for a partner who can slay her own dragons, pay her own bills and explore the world alongside him.
12. He looks for a woman who doesn't need him, but wants him, not for money or the happiness or a baby or a safety net, but solely for who he is.
13. He has a career, a hobby, a family of close friends and a favorite way to have his steak prepared and he isn't the least bit intimidated when the woman in front of him shares these qualities; quite the contrary, it makes him want her more.
14. He has taken the time to get to know himself and has a strong understanding of his own character and convictions, what he values and what he doesn't. He is a man who is honest with himself about himself and therefore is OK being honest with those around him.
15. He takes as much pride in the way he treats women he's with as he does his job and the way he looks.
16. He's not the bad boy, a good boy, or a boy at all; he's a man. A leading man, and he's looking not for a good girl, but a great woman. One who shares all of the solid qualities that he brings to the table, and perhaps, can teach him something along the way.
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Today's politically correct environment doesn't celebrate the Gentleman, or real men in general. Men who have convictions, ethics, well formed opinions not influenced by sound bites and America's Got Talent, and who are not afraid to stand up for their beliefs, protect their family and actively raise their children. Not only stand up for, but fight for.
We need more Rhett Butlers and not just in America, throughout the world.
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I was watching TV a few nights ago and Garth Brooks started his song with "Looking back.....". It started me thinking about that day riding the bus. There across from me was a young woman of perhaps twenty one or two. She reminded me of myself many years ago. I noticed she grabbed the backpack she was carrying as so many of us do riding buses. As a passenger got on she picked it up and plopped it in her lap hugging it like a young child. The bus was not crowded but I was touched by her eagerness to make a seat for someone else. I thought "That so reminds me of myself!". I love psychology and to watch people in everyday situations. Making sure not to appear like a pervert I glanced her way every once in awhile.
She had skin like alabaster, her lightly placed makeup fresh, her skin glowing. Her hair was bunched up in the back with sprigs pulled out to comb her face.
What amused me so was how she had tucked one leg beneath the other. She wore jeans rolled up to her ankles and flat shoes. Again so like me, practical.
But then my rational mind kicked in and I thought I used to sit like that all the time! But now if I do my poor knees scream in protest when I uncurl them. I found myself chuckling to myself.
What had happened to those days? Where did the blush from my cheeks go? When did my hair decide to stop "behaving"? Why don't I ever see that vivacious gung ho woman who could look great in just about anything looking back in the mirror? I sighed in sadness thinking how life has passed so fast! But then I thought back how vulnerable I was. How I looked at how I was always uptight, self critiquing all the time, thinking I would never hold the interest of a man. Insecure in everything.
I am not thrilled at what Mother Nature and Mr. Gravity is doing to my body. But inside I am so much more confident. I can take cruel words or gestures and let them slide off my back whereas if I was younger they would dig and dig into my brain. The words hit harder than a belt or hand. They stayed and caused damage and self humiliation. Would I really want that again? In my younger years I thought I could never make it alone, totally alone. I wondered if I was strong enough to handle adversities and the cruel twists of life? Would I crumble or prevail? I found only with years that I could, I did through the adversities of hell!
And that day as she got off the bus I thought "Yeah, I'd like to go back knowing what I know now, but to be back at square one?". Returning home I went to wash my hands and looked at the face in the mirror. Not as radiant, aged, the test of time showing so evidently. But even with my aches and pains, loss of the glow of youth, in the sunset of my life, I realized a few things. I am so much better off now! I don't see life anymore in black and white as I did. I am so tolerant due to life kicking me in the gut. My empathy and sympathy for those I hold dear and even to strangers is so much more. Life has taught me such invaluable lessons. With them comes a love of life, not of myself so much but of everything in life. I value the important things now, children, the arts, music, etc. I appreciate and admire the talents of others, full well knowing their value. For you see if something interests me I do try it! And doing this I realize some things I just am not good at!! LOL Only time can teach you this and so I am shall we say content in this time of life.
Things that made me happy were grandiose in looking back. A new car, a trip, clothes, etc. Now the most treasured things are memories. They cannot be sold, not lost unless dementia sets in, given away, borrowed or stolen! They are personal gems and no two are alike! Priceless! And the icing on the cake is to find some way to give someone you care about a memory! Not a gift as in material goods, but a wonderful, fulfilling memory. A long lunch over wine looking out over a river. Time spent enjoying a long weekend together. When they have a need perhaps donating your time to let them know you care. These stay for a lifetime if truly given with great thought.
Would I today trade places with the young ingénue on the bus? Go through the heartaches, all the bad that would come again with the good things?? To leave behind all I know now? To erase my talents, wicked or vanilla? With my wrinkles, aches and pains I earned the lessons life has taught! And some I have to say or shall I say others have told me are incredible! So would I trade? NADA, GILTCH, NEVER, AIN'T GONNA DO IT!! <wink>
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let me ask somethinng not related to us i like beign burnt with cig there a woman that wants to tie me up an grab my cock with a flat iron for hair if i did that how bad would it be for me |
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hello how are you if your intrested ill pay you 1100 dollars to put me in a garbage can an dump nasty gross thing on me all day.?? what kind of thing would you use on me ??? =) |
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ANTICIPATIONE
Erotica
Solitary submissive, scared to come out once more
I am a warrior again entering the social arena
In order to be touched, to nurture and serve
Wincing from the noises and sheer number of strangers
Trying to stay calm, focused and wary
Feeling his aura, my pheromones ignite
Anticipation, Anticipation
Alone and nervous, feeling shy, wanting to run
In a corner trying to hide
Dark shadow in the doorway
Watching, silent, sensing all which is around
Our eyes connect, my heart races
Beating, Drumming, Gulping Air
Anticipation, Anticipation
Cannot move, cannot speak
Shadow walking toward me
Leave or Run or Hide
Cannot flee or disconnect
Mesmerized by the Shadow
Intrigued, wondering, coming for me?
Anticipation, Anticipation
The shadow's aura pierces me
His breathing, close I hear
My body sweats, trembles, shrivels to almost nothingness
Vowing myself to silence, he approaches
Smitten by his spell, why am I near fainting
Dizzy, Scattered, Unsure
Anticipation, Anticipation
A deep yet soft voice pierces the silence
Is the shadow's words for me
Yet still locking eyes, he awaits
My heart flutters wondering, can it be
Am I who this wondrous Dom is wishing to see
Thrilled, excited, waiting
Anticipation, Anticipation
Like a butterfly so softly, a hand touches me
So tender, so dedicated, just to me
Away from the bright lights, away from the crowd
How can I go, when a stranger asks for me
But how not go, his voice and touch like a vampire
Confused, and almost floating
Anticipation, Anticipation
Entering his car, fear never enters my mind
A woman who never trusts has always been my way
To mistreat, scorn and humiliate forever what life gave to me
To give is in my nature, to give my goal in life
If this my last chance then I do it, now tonight
Tearing, hopeful, submissive
Anticipation, Anticipation
The elevator to his loft climbs and climbs as does my fright
Standing silent and my soulful head upon my chest
As the lift doors stop and open, hands lift my chin
His eyes, bottomless shades of blue
Pulling me close, pressing his lips hard to mine
Melting, swooning, smitten
Anticipation, Anticipation
A command he issues, one I in a trance concede
Granting it, I stand before him nude
He cuffs my wrists to bedposts
My mind is racing unknowing what's to come
Pain, pleasure, passion, not caring I am suddenly blind
Gasping, tensing and yet trusting
Anticipation, Anticipation
Telling me he wishes to hear my groans and moans to come
In my protection he gives my safety word, Hurting
A word so familiar to me, I have waited for so long
Longing for the gift only a Dom can give, never given to me
Like a rainbow so fleeting and fast,
Sobbing, hopeful, begging
Anticipation, Anticipation
My lips are parched, apart in hopes of pleasure
Touch me with kindness, touch me with pain
Not caring, arching my back for TOUCH, I listen quite intently
A Swoosh of a belt leaving the tabs, loudly it hits the floor
I wait for pain or pleasure, all fine with me
Surrendering to his touch, his wish, his lips, his power
Anticipation, Anticipation
Stroking my cheeks he asks for me to obey, my call, my submission
Choking on sobs, my body begs for touch, I give freely my soft okay
Long ago once spoken, whispered inn my ear
The remembrance quickly broken, feeling pain memories fade away
Gripping my hard engorged nipples to the point I wince and yelp
Squirming, twisting, opening
Anticipation, Anticipation
Fingers splay my nether lips, wet, smooth with fragrant cream
My head thrown back in beginning ecstasy
Entering with long strong fingers, I feel my body burn
One hand open, fingers digging, my breast bruised and throbbing
Ready for anything to be, my clit rises to his attention
Trembling, anxious, arching
Anticipation, Anticipation
He sees me smile as his touch comes to my nub
Responding to his touch my body arches begging for more
So calm, so slow, so sexually precise, the electricity flows
From nipple to the piston movement of his fingers
The lightning strike, that electric zing shocks me into bliss
Memories, Joy, Beginnings
Anticipation, Anticipation
All the things I've been missing I scream begging "More, More"
He climbs and straddles my hips, his movement fluid and graceful
Resting the head of his staff where my lips pout
He stops, waiting for me to accommodate his cock
Relaxing I am ready and willing, his captive willingly I become
He is patient, a gift a Dominant rarely displays
Anticipation, Anticipation
I wait as he waits, my breathing slows he says" MyGood Girl"
Slowly he slides his cock and my breathe catching with each push
Each small push a sharp breathe of erotic ecstasy
The tip is to the wall, his balls pressing against my bum
My breathing stopped, my blood is racing, waiting for more
Stroking, stroking, my mind about to explode
Anticipation, Anticipation
I know what my body now looks like and it must be frightening to him
Like a woman being strangled, tiny blood bursts on my breasts
A freak of nature I know due to the passion in my being
These emotions from far back always sadly to be
Wondering, soulful, assured he will pass by me
Holding my breathe I pray for salvation
Anticipation, Anticipation
Screaming I cry to let me go, I say "Hurting, hurting"
I hear his gasp, knowing I think he is like the others who shamed her
Gently with palms on both sides of my head he bends over me
I feel his chest touching mine and gently kisses my tears away
Saying "I would never ignore the small covenant we made"
His integrity now I see
Anticipation, Anticipation
To make sure his point was taken
He lifts the blindfold covering over my eyes
Seeing the blood bursts in my eyes he understands my passion
Apologizing for all in my past he strokes my cheek and kisses tenderly
Slowly he starts what I've been so waiting for
At the peak, about to fall, I gaze over the cliff
Anticipation, Anticipation
Still a fog of doubt ensnares me and I fear never to fall
At the crest and ready to plunge into that valley of endorphins and bliss
If not the failure and release never coming
His words of rejection to come
Leaving hidden scars never to heal, scars to recall in memories
Scars worse than those from an Andrew's Cross experience
Anticipation, Anticipation
No stopping now. ready for the next sense and feeling
He slams his testicles against me as I start to blissfully fall
He jerks and tenses and as he peaks, I'm falling
The tingling starts, the release and orgasm
The ultimate she has never known
Every cell bursting in tingling bursts
Anticipation, Anticipation
Relaxing I let my body take charge, no thoughts or worries
I feel the spasms flood over and over again
My muscles tighten, my body jerks, though in the throes of these I smile
Peace comes now, quiet and time stands still
Subspace, glorious and sweet subspace
God how long it has been
Anticipation, Anticipation
Brain, soul in sync, complete, sexually fulfilled, floating
He holds me as my muscles from orgasm slow and finally stop
Looking at me he is pleasantly shocked
Through it all and my trepidation I had charged on
Scarred and scared I fought the demons of the past
I gave to him my submission when though abused and hurt
No MORE Anticipation
He took my demons into his body, into the hell hidden deep inside
They would stay with him, he would keep them there
Protecting me, keeping them chained in his own deep hell
Never would anyone take my self worth away
He had fought the demons and would stave off ones to come
All were his to make right, for my serenity, for my ability to soar
Before him I had never truly Soared, free from fear of neglect and cruelty
He wiped the sweat from my brow tenderly, licks the sweat from my body
Words of Devotion, Endearment
Praising me
I knew with those words never again would I fear or fret
His allegiance true, his promises kept, his kindness always
I knew I was flawed when he brought me to his flat
All my flaws found I knew his leaving guaranteed
Never in her wildest thoughts did I think he would keep me
He took the responsibilities of his title to heart which few do
He destroyed the devils from my past, the ones he sought out and killed
Perseverance and tenacity, badges of courage, few such submissives
Had he ever known, me the one, his one
Through his eyes sheer perfection, glad others were too blind to see
He proved to be my chosen one, my responsibility to make happy
He wanted me to feel he was my forever protector, my forever Dom
So he laid close, stayed beside me to assure me he would stay
Stay in my heart, stay in my life, stay in my dreams
At peace now, demons gone and only days of joy to come
All self doubts erased forever, self esteem through the roof
Happy, Thankful, Owned
No more fear of Anticipation, no more fear since now owned by him
I welcome Anticipation forever and a day, Joyous Anticipation
Forever and a day...................
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If you know this already, then please mosey over to me:) It has the words of a very infamous Dom who knows what he speaks of! If you don't play by these rules it would behoove you to try! This is a good submissive's dream Dom! This Dom says to collar a submissive is a huge responsibility! Few here know what that means:) It would be nice to see more true Doms here, not just trolls fishing the pond! Rules for a proper Dom:
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I've been asked what type of Dom I am several times so I thought Id write it all out in one place.
I believe strongly you can be loving and strong at the same time. Controlling yet not an arrogant jackass. I want to fill all my subs desires in my own way, my own timeline. I cherish her submission and take the responsibility very seriously.
A Dom,
- Shoulders the stress, problems and concerns his sub has
- Provides the support the sub's needs in all aspects
- Provides stability, structure and is understanding
- Is caring, loving and respectful of the other person
- Takes an interest in his sub's fantasies and desires
- Communicate my needs and desires, its unfair to expect mind readers
- Provides motivation for things she has expressed interest in, be it furthering education, exercise more etc.
- Learns and studies every inch of her body, ultimate domination to me is the ability to make her orgasm when I decide, and often as I wish
- Correcting my sub even on the smallest things, but respond according to the situation.
- Reward when it's deserved
- Keep it interesting! Change things up, like any relationship you have to work at it.
I found that by being these things I am everything to her, the air she breathes. She will do anything to please me and worship the ground I walk on. You can only demand for so long, if it's earned its forever.
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As Adele says "Hello, it's me!" LOL Hope someone will answer and say "Hello, it's me!" back:) |
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- A dominant man will not start off by with, 'Bow down on your knees upon receipt of my message!' There seems to be many complaints from women about this kind of ploy as first introduction, and this is reason alone to 'block n’ move on.' (I would advise ladies to use this tactic often and liberally rather than engage in argument or flame wars…life is too short.). Ignore the Insta-Dom.
- A dominant man will not seem ‘desperate’ for your attention. Getting dates or getting laid is not his problem; he can find women on kink sites, at work, or in the grocery store. He knows women, and women are drawn to him. Many women, kink or vanilla, prefer a man who is take-charge both in the bedroom and in life. If a 'Dom' becomes frantic, anxious, or despairing because you don’t write him back every other hour, chances are he has a hard time with the fairer sex. The good news is desperation is easy to spot.
- A dominant man most often will be successful, a maverick, or at least happy in his chosen profession. If he has had some bad luck in his past, it will be fleeting, for he will strive relentlessly to place his universe back into the order mandatory to his existence. If your suitor languishes in poverty, unemployment for years, or hates his job, most likely his dominance is merely a cover-up to appease his lack of success. Though he may not be the millionaire, look for the man who is happy, confident, unique, and/or successful in his chosen endeavour.
- A dominant man will be very interested in you, and not just your sexual needs (though they will certainly get his attention). He will see you as a puzzle, and desire to make sense of that puzzle. The dominant guy loves challenge and that in essence is why so many submissives find disillusion in the vanilla world; most men do not seek challenge in sensuality, they fear it. Submissive women are the most challenging of lovers for they have great fantasy. Their fantasies often require a man to move far outside normal gestures requiring both skill and creativity. How you think about a myriad of criterion will be of great interest to him.
- A dominant man is likely to be damn good in the sack. Most men have their hands full with straight-up vanilla sex. The dominant man has either mastered or has no interest in such elementary play, at least not all the time. Making a woman orgasm many times has left him bereft of sport, so he now seeks a woman who will challenge him on other levels. The dominant guy is going to have a good understanding of the female anatomy, and will persist in finding the keys to your body and mind. He will have done his homework and already experimented in real-time on many lovers. He will be a bit of the Don Juan, if not Don himself; not a womaniser per se, but certainly sexually advanced.
- A dominant man may have all the accoutrement of kink (the whips, chains, and whatnot), but he will not need them to be dominant. A whisper, a word, a look, a swagger, and a touch are the essence of his talent. Confidence is his weapon of choice, not bragging about his dungeon. Those who tout their toys too highly might well be lacking in other departments.
- A dominant man will be very cautious in selecting you because he knows you have great desires, hopes, and dreams, and it is he that has to live up to them. Above all things he will wish to be good for you. He attempts to choose wisely but may at first make many mistakes in his choices as he finds his way.
- A dominant man will make mistakes and have no fear admitting them. The dominant guy knows he is not All Knowing, for he is human. A guy who believes he never makes mistakes or does not admit to them with good cheer is most likely not dominant.
- A dominant man will never send you a cock shot at first greeting and it is highly unlikely that he’ll have one on his profile.
- A dominant man will not beg you for naked photographs. In fact, he won’t beg for anything. He will simply wait till you’re dying to send him your naughty pictures unsolicited and accept them with lordly composure (or a rock hard-on, depending on the photo).
- A dominant man will never lie about being married or already having a girlfriend. If he’s married to vanilla, he’ll simply say so. If he’s dating vanilla, he’ll break up with her before venturing in with another (less he’s doing a poly thing and brings her along, or in an open relationship). The dominant guy is straightforward, will wish to be plain about his true desires and needs, and if he is attached, will be forthcoming with that information. If he’s cheating on his vanilla wife, he will say so. He made his choice and is going for it.
- A dominant man won’t lie about much, though he surely will keep some of his thoughts from you. A Dom who feels swallowing golden showers to be right up your alley may well know telling you straight out might have you running for cover. This is not in itself lying, he’s just taking the appropriate steps first and at the speed he thinks you can absorb them (he may well discard such thoughts as he gets to know you; he will discard his thoughts often). The lying 'dom' will have an agenda that has no bearing on your needs. The real dominant guy wants no part of someone for whom he cannot be good. A man who attempts to get with a woman he cannot handle or vice versa is desperate.
- A dominant man will not be heavy handed in his approach. He will be skilled at drawing you in, opening you up, making you feel at ease or on edge (depending on his tastes). His efforts will seem effortless; even aloof at times. He will grow on you. Capture you. Enlighten you and make things seem clear that may have been once blurry. You will feel better about yourself when communicating with him (even if your desire is to live in debasement!). Only an impostor will try to tear you down in order to raise himself to higher ground. The dominate gets off by watching you soar, not fall.
In essence, taking on a submissive is both invigorating and empowering yet also a humbling experience. He may err constantly, particularly if he is new. Yet he will always, always strive to be better, and though longs and seeks challenge, he will avoid that which he knows he cannot handle, or will in some near future be unable to handle. It may take time but he will understand his own limits as well as his woman’s.
A submissive is a truckload of challenge (ask their ex-vanilla lovers), and so the dominant man needs you like he needs air. He wants your worship not simply for worship sake but because he has gone beyond the call of the norm, ventured into the realm of risk, and passing across the dangerous abyss where footing is treacherous, hopefully breaks into the sunshine of success offering you something glorious. THAT alone is why he seeks your worship; because he has earned it and deserves it.
If a man does not seek risk and challenge in his life, if he wishes worship without venturing his ego, if he does not persist continually toward excellence in handling a woman as he does in many things, he is not a dominant man.
Happy hunting!
~Author Unknown~
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Submissives Beware of these Trolls! Ongoing List!!
woodworker4fun
Allie48
Number9inDFW
SalaciousMAX2u
Pleasure Dope
Poloman2
BlueSkies
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Please note the following which disturbs me so immensely. Time and again so many questions with me saying I will be truthful as I can. I open myself to all questions answering to the best I can. These questions go on all day and I keep answering giving detailed honest answers. I keep saying as we go along I know what I say is not the answers they are looking for. They say "Not at all, do go on, I want to hear!" I go on as they ask and with each new revelation that I grimace at in telling, faults or things I want to be honest about I keep getting how fantastic and gem I am. I feel euphoric, elated that I pass their tests. With words of praise, of being accepted I give sometimes hours to conversations. At the end of the day when they say we should talk, they say they will call. I expect at least a message. Twenty four hours later they are gone, Poof! My time totally wasted and I feel almost emotionally raped. True, I gave the information, my responsibility for trusting again. But to do this to someone is incredibly cruel and without empathy on how I feel the next day.
Please don't do this to someone. As the conversation flows and you see she is not a good fit, don't lead her on. Don't take a chunk of her heart and walk away and not explain why. You have my hidden faults, you have something to hold over me, you have information I know you are passing to others and laughing at me. It haunts me and yet you have no afterthought of what you did! In the interim I keep saying how tender and caring you are by asking more questions, a sign that we might just click. Don't waste my time if you're an emotional player. It robs my sanity, destroys my self esteem and makes it so much harder for the next guy to get close to me. So don't blame the submissives for their harsh treatment and doubts. They are due to your peers treating us with callousness and cruelty. As to my lovely submissive sisters please journal this is happening to you too. I will as time goes by create a list of those who are doing this to keep others aware of emotional rapists and perhaps some Dominants would like to voice their thoughts to these men who hurt the women that finally give up and believe all of you are like them.
BEWARE OF ALLIE48. He'll strip your self esteem with words of caring understanding with promises and promises. You will be online for hours for 24 hours and the next day nothing. I never tried the next day or gave him the satisfaction that I was even waiting. Why feed wreckless egos??
NOTE~ Now ALLIE48 has changed his name to SalaciousMAX2u . He strikes, changes his name to hurt again and again! If someone states they are from Ashburn, Va., a writer and owns a hundred acres this is him! Look out for he is a troll!!!!
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Dear Sir:
Thank you for your unexpected and unsolicited submission of your penis portrait for my
consideration. I regret to inform you it has failed to pass my most basic quality control at this time.
However for a nominal fee I can offer a report that will help you change this.
The A4 report provided via Postal Service will include a personalized booklet that covers the following:
* Why genitals are not acceptable conversation openers. A step by step guide how to say
hello!
* How to appear tough and yet tell that you weren't raised by wolves
* Better ways to deal with your sexual frustration
* How to dress your penis for social media ( A basic guide to pants)
* Penis-Readings Another form of palmistry that may help you unlock the key to your
future!!
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Am I invisible again?? LOL I just lost someone due to something I couldn't help. I have my gmail address to a gent on here due having a hard time to connect. I know we all have the same problem on here. So someone wrote me with Hi! I had no idea who it was. I get several "Hi's" everyday. With time he gave no info and I asked " what is your profile name?" He left in anger. So if all of you when contacting would be so kind to give your profile name on your first email. It would be so less confusing! I end any message, be it through emails or here with my vanilla name. Thank you and I'm sure everyone would like the same courtesy. Whoever you are who left due to me asking who you are, I'm sorry but then again a Dominant should be better at communicating and have more patience:) SHER |
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Thanks to all who have given in service and their lives for my freedom. Also a big thank you to all the families, be they families of sons, daughters, be they brothers and sisters of those serving or have served, friends and other family members who lost a loved one or are waiting for those to come back to loved ones and civil lives. Without you we would all be living in a life without freedom! Those of us who treasure you all have your back and are fighting to see that your service and maybe losses will be better rewarded. I think every politician has to serve in some way to know the hardships those who served are or have gone through. Bowing to all of you in gratitude and thankfulness!
MEMORIAL DAY weekend 2016
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Where has everyone gone:( |
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Empaths are like..............
"I don't listen to your words.
I listen to your use of words, your tone, your body
movements, your eyes, your subtle facial expressions.
I watch the furling of your brow, the clenching of your
jaw. I watch your hands, tight fists or splayed fingers.
I interpret your silences with worry and concern. I can
hear everything you don't say and keep inside. You cannot
hide from me, you cannot cloak yourself or your feelings.
For not only am I an empath but your submissive. As such
you have no recourse but to let me take your worries away,
fulfill your desires, absorb your pain. If after I see you
are healed, you are happy and seek another I will silently
walk away. My job is done and if you seek another to
replace me as yours it is to be for your happiness is my
purpose. I will walk away and find another to care for, to
care about for in your judgment I cannot fulfill your wishes.
My purpose in life is serving and if the most precious and
important person in my life does not want me I have to
find one who will accept my servitude. A woman knows if
she is an empath and a mature man has known empaths in
his life at times. They are rare and if you can find one
who wishes to serve you and be your submissive you are a
very lucky man.
It takes great energy and fortitude to be an empath for
you see I am an empath to all. Not a submissive but an
empath for all. I suffer whenthey suffer. suffer .
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Midsection of my new work! Sound interesting???
Some paragraphs from LEGACY, my latest book. If this piques your interest perhaps you'd like more:)
She undressed and drew herself a bubble bath. As she looked at the lab coat on the hanger she remembered the piece of paper Dr. Moss had given her. She retrieved it and it was a company check for five hundred dollars! Sweet! It would go to good use for sure. With her clothes put away she tested the water with her toe. Submerging herself, she got her hair wet shampooing it and sank down to her neck in the fragrant water and relaxed. She nodded off and the water was getting cold. She drained the tub and picked up the shower head from its holder and extended it letting it fall. She got the water pulsating as hot as she could stand it. Laying on her back with her head on the end away from the faucet she splayed her legs on the ledge and scooted down as close as she could. She ran the hard pulsating stream from her ankles to the top of her thighs and melted into relaxation. Soon she edged it up to her clitoris and touched it, backed off, repeating this till she felt ready. She could feel her orgasm coming and held her bottom up for better contact. She felt like she was at the edge of a cliff about to jump off. Her body was in control, not her. She begged for her body to cum and to jump off the cliff to the beautiful orgasm below. She arched her back and every cell burned as the blood rushed everywhere. She moaned and release came hard and made her almost scream in feeling its power.
She was glad it came, if not she would have a horrible headache with the blood rushing to her head and not traveling due to her body aborting the orgasm! She then flipped over and went on all fours backing herself till her feet hit the wall of the faucet. She put her head down and with her arms bent her breasts pressed against the bottom of the tub which made her ass higher and extended it backward. Again she pulsated the water on her anus and clitoris. This way a different area of her clit was reached and soon she came again and her knees and elbows buckled. She melted into the tub and got control of her breathing, turning off the water and getting out. She towel dried and wrapped her hair around her head. One more thing and off to bed. What if the evening came and it brought time in bed together. God she needed to be laid! So she decided to make every nook and cranny desirable and easily accessible and waxed herself to complete smoothness. Not a hair anywhere and smeared her entire body with softening lotion. She looked in the mirror spinning around. Her entire body and mons was like a baby’s bottom, smooth and soft. She jumped into bed and fell into a deep sleep with dreams of tall castles, innocent maidens and knights with armor. Such wonderful dreams of Camelot!
Something woke her up! What was that ringing noise? Who would be calling this early in the morning? A chipper voice said “You ready Kendall?” She told him it was too early and he told her it was 9 am. She was shocked she had slept so late and told him 10 am, not a second sooner! She scooted him off to visit a shop down the street. She ran her fingers through her hair not brushing it. If she did her hair would frizz! She pulled out her new jeans and picked out a crop top of blue and white. It was fairly low at the neckline so she put on her half bra and a thong which accentuated her toned bottom in tight jeans. She chose a pair of slip-on white leather sneakers and tennis socks because he had mentioned hiking. She took out her largest backpack purse and put a tuxedo shirt which was huge on her and several pair of panties and toiletries in the bag. She also put a pack of condoms just in case. Lightly powdering her face and applying lipstick she needed no blush. Her cheeks were rosy from the anticipation of the day. She viewed herself in the mirror. She looked great and her crop top came daringly close to her belly button at the bottom. Her waist looked small in comparison to her hips and breasts. Just the image she wanted. The bell rang, she put her cell phone in her bag and answered the door. Lathan stood in a pair of jeans and shirt with the arms rolled up. Hmmmm…., delicious she thought. “Ready?” he asked and she shook her curls and locked the door.
She opened the car door and he slapped her hand saying “Protocol, you have to learn patience”. She rubbed the sting from her hand and slipped in her seat. He had two cups of coffee near the dash and the top was down. She hadn’t noticed it was a convertible last night, he had the top up. “I bought some coffee since I knew you probably had no time for some” he said handing her a piece of paper. “Here’s your receipt for the coffee, pay up” he said. Infuriated she grabbed her wallet. “Kidding, kidding” he said. “Relax and enjoy the drive, I was teasing!” he told her. So who did you call?” he asked. She was very confused and asked why would she call anyone and why was it his business anyway? “You did make a safety call and told them who you’d be with and to call you every few hours to make sure you weren’t with a pervert” he asked. She said “I am with a pervert, remember!” She said not wanting to truly hurt him because she knew she was a “perve” herself. “Well, did you?” he pestered. She said she had called Candy but she hadn’t. She didn’t want another slap on the hand. He thought to himself how bad she was at lying but he didn’t verbally attack her. She knew he wouldn’t harm her, but how was she so certain of that!
They chatted for an hour and then with the sun warming her she nodded off. He looked over at her since she had gone silent and thought she was so beautiful, her soft snore and her top almost half exposing her breasts. He so prayed at the end of the day she would be his and would be wearing the collar he had bought a year ago in anticipation of finding a sub in this new city. Nowhere could he find one. He had gone to munches and gone online but he was going to be picky this time. She was the one and he knew another chance like this would never come his way again. Slightly waking she realized he was quiet and she had learned as a sub to let a Dominant have time without her jabbering. She didn’t say anything and brought a game book of trivia out. “So do you always get them right?” he asked making her jump thinking he wasn’t watching her. She told him most of the time she did. He then challenged her to a game seeing which one would get the most right. The game was about anything and everything from pop culture to geography, math, and history and so on. “So what do I win?” she asked with confidence. He decided whoever won got to make the other play Truth or Dare. They played halfway through the book. She was amazed at his knowledge and this game was Masters Level! They had agreed on using just half the magazine and he asked her for the tally. She started counting and finally didn’t want him to know he had gotten them all right and told him he had won hands down. He contemplated what would be his winnings and he asked her Truth or Dare. She decided dare to show him she had the right stuff to challenge him and wasn’t afraid. He dared her to take off her top and for three miles down the highway leave her top AND bra off. She squirmed but wanted him to know she fulfilled promises and took them off. The cool wind made her nipples into tight little rosebuds. She felt the world was looking at her as she sat in the convertible and anyone could easily see her! Latham knew this stretch of road was almost never travelled but didn’t tell her that!
Ahead was an eighteen wheeler and Kendall prayed they wouldn’t catch up now that the three miles were almost past. But Lathan sped to catch up and Kendall yelled at him telling him to go the speed limit. As he caught up to the trucker she prayed they would quickly pass and no one would see her half naked! But as Lathan edged up to the truck he slowed down to Kendall’s shock. “Speed up, speed up” she told him. “Fickle little thing aren’t you, one minute telling me to speed up and the next to slow down” he said shaking his head in fake confusion. With his car even with the cab of the truck he kept even as he drove down the road. The trucker of course was much higher than Kendall but to Lathan’s shock the man never looked down. Seems he’d have to take things in his own hands. He blew his horn over and over again and finally the driver looked down. “God Almighty” he thought. There below him was an angel with glistening locks and baring her breasts for all to see. She was furious and told Lathan to speed up. The trucker was taken aback by the paleness of her breasts, the pert tight nipples and the pale flawless skin. He gave several toots on his horn and rolled down his window. “Thank you Sir for the glorious view you gave, much obliged, the highlight of my day probably” he said with a wicked grin. “You are one lucky son of a bitch” he shouted as Lathan sped away. Kendall put her top and bra back on swearing never to get into a game of intellect again! |
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“She was no helpless female – never had been. She was death clothed in a body of female allure and fiercely proud of it.
But in sex, she needed the surrender. She craved a man strong enough to take the control out of her hands. I hunger to be dominated, for someone who doesn’t see me as a ball-busting female. She would yield everything to a man masterful enough to command her obedience. But she had never found one strong enough – or discreet enough. It wouldn’t do for the Blue Daggers to know their commander wanted domination during sex. Most of all, she had never found anyone she could trust with her desires who didn’t try to crush her – body and soul. Disappointment had followed disappointment until she had quit looking. To find strength paired with sensitivity, or dominance tempered with love? It didn’t seem to exist.”
― Patricia A. Knight |
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Note: This is directed at male Dominants for two reasons. One, that’s my main experience, and two, I’ve never heard of Dommes pulling this kind of crap. If they do, share with me in the comments below so everyone can be aware.
1. He demands you call him Sir or Master from the moment you meet. You’re a submissive, not his submissive. I advocate being respectful until he gives you a reason not to be, but anyone who demands a title before it’s earned needs to be ignored.
2. He starts out an introduction with a dick pic. No Dominant is going to send you this without some sort of agreement between the two of you. It’s just not going to happen.
3. He sends you unsolicited instructions of how to please him or orders to obey. Did you talk about this list? Was there communication and consent? If not, this is just another poser.
4. He ignores your hard limits. Don’t just walk away from this loser, fucking run. Ignoring your clearly identified and communicated limits is the sign of an asshole and an abuser. A Dominant will push your limits, sure, but not without first talking to you – a lot.
5. He disregards your safe word.Yes, some Dominants out there claim not to play with a safe word. I find that dicey but won’t pass too much judgment. If you use a safe word, though, it should be respected. Ignoring this is just more abuse.
6. He lies. I know some people will say that everyone lies. White lies to save face or feelings. Most Dominants I know are honest to a fault. Think about it. How can you communicate openly and honestly if you’ll lie about things – big or small? John Brownstone doesn’t lie; he simply refrains from speaking until the time is right to tell the truth. I can respect that.
7. He thinks more about his pleasure than your own. Caveat: if you’ve negotiated a relationship where this is acceptable to both of you (yes, that’s possible), that’s okay. Not my kink, but okay. I’m referring to the jerk who gets off and then ignores you or doesn’t listen when you tell him your preferences.
8. He makes you feel bad about yourself. I’m not talking about a humiliation fetish in the middle of a scene or even as part of an on-going relationship. I’m talking about the soul-sucking, self-esteem shattering bullshit that makes you feel less than human and unworthy of love and affection. D/s should build both people up, not tear you down.
9. He separates you from family and friends. Okay, let’s be honest here. Some people are just bad for us. They make us feel bad and doubt our self worth. I don’t mean those people. I’m talking about loving relationships with friends and family. A good Dominant wants a happy, healthy submissive – and isolating you from people who care about you won’t achieve that. Frankly, it will simply show that he’s selfish and, most likely, insecure.
10. He tells you that you’re not a “real” submissive because you have your own opinions. In a D/s relationship, how you express those opinions will vary based on your consensual, negotiated agreement but you should always have your own opinions. The other flavor that goes with this one is that you’re not a real submissive because you’re too independent, aggressive, or (best of all) not willing to do what you’re told by someone you just met who claims to be a Dominant. (Insert big, fat eyeroll.)
Assuming you’re online when these things occur (and it usually does), I also think you can be proactive in dealing with these men. First of all, you are under no obligation to reply to a message that includes anything you find offensive. If you tell them to stop or to leave you alone, you can and should ignore them. You don’t have to continue following or being “friends” with these people online. The unfollow, unfriend, and block features are all there for a reason. Use them. If it crosses over to harassment, you should report them to whichever site you’re on.
Once you’re in a relationship, you must remember that you’re free to end it. You are allowed to withdraw your consent. If he doesn’t listen, he’s no longer acting as a Dominant. Now he’s an abuser. And he should be treated as such – even if that means getting the law involved. Your physical, emotional, and mental well-being truly are that important.
If someone does a couple of the things on this list, they might (but I doubt it) simply be too new to understand how D/s really works. I’d give them the benefit of the doubt, but I’d also move on and not engage with them. Let them learn the hard way – or end up alone, either way works for me. When you come across the guy who does most of these things, he’s not a Dominant. He’s an asshole. Don’t waste your time or breath on him.
You are worth more than that, and you need to remember it and believe it.
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I am requesting please to consider this. I am on Collarspace and even Fetlife but that doesn't make me any less of a woman in integrity. I held a very tough job before retiring. I was held accountable by the FDA as a chemist and had great responsibilities and have many accomplishments, too many to list. I am not a snob and think everyone has expertise. I hold nothing against a self made man. I have been alpha all of my professional life and during my marriage now gone was the sole bread winner. As such I learned to be strong and able to handle adversities by myself.
I am a strong submissive only in this lifestyle for eight years. I never thought of myself in this role but with two gentlemen's showing me I found they were right. I am a nurturing and caring submissive who is looking for a Dominant but caring man. I feel to be of value and treated as such. I am not going to put myself below him necessarily in my view how wise I am simply because he calls me a submissive. Submissives can be strong but are also malleable. To have a weak submissive is to me a sign of not having forethought. Life is at some time going to bring any man to his knees. Be it emotionally, financially or physically. That is the time the submissive comes into the light from his shadow. She should be intelligent to help him to his feet! If he doesn't have the strength or ability to forge ahead she, who has always had his protection and mentoring, should be there for him. Be it by hard work, nursing him, researching for anything physically to find him good doctors or remedies, she should have the ability and fortitude to help the one who is her world.
So please treat me with respect and don't assume me to be a whore or slut. If that is who you seek please walk by me. I am not like most females here. I do not coddle, pout or easily accept a man who asks immediately for service. If I do kneel it will because of how he proves himself. If I find he is truly wanting me for the reasons I have expressed I will kneel, obey, nurture and serve. All I wish for is to be treated with kindness and to be cherished for once in my life. I am tired of ego and arrogance which is thought by some to label themselves as Dominant. If egotistical and arrogant then truly you are not for me. I seek a humble man with integrity and a love of intelligent and witty women. I love to laugh in bed and with request can show you my playful side through my many journals and writings. DD
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There is something about~
Being pushed up against a wall, face first~
Cheek resting on rough wallboard~
Breath caught in your throat~
Listening to the growling in your ear~
And trying to remember your own name~
There's something about being~
Pushed up against a wall~
Your back flat up against it~
Staring straight into eyes that see through you~
Swallowing hard~
Waiting for your heart to start beating again~
There's something about~
Being made to crawl across the floor~
To a seated Man, staring into your eyes~
Not letting you not look at Him~
Not letting you stumble~
Drawing you to Him without a word~
Trembling, a whimper caught in your throat~
There's something about~
Being pulled up by your hair~
Feeling that hand slink up your neck~
Into your tresses, close to the scalp~
Grabbing, gripping it, guttural sounds emitting from His lips~
The pain not nearly as strong as the urge~
To cry or bite a hole through your bottom lip~
There's something about~
Being bent over the back of a chair, without warning~
Without pretense, without question~
Having your skirt flipped up, cool air hitting hot skin~
Your cheeks blushing, with the same color of your ass~
As He warms it with the striking of the palm of His hand~
The tears you cry not cooling you~
The tears you cry because He has found you~
There's something about~
Those words He uses~
Those names He calls you~
Those phrases meant to elicit a response~
And you do respond~
All of you responds~
And your body betrays you, always~
There's something about~
Being thrown down and taken~
Not against your will~
For your will is to be there~
To please, to submit, to offer, to relinquish~
And you cry out for breath, for more, for Him~
And you know you are home~
There's something about~
Being dragged into the shower~
Forced to your knees~
Hissed at for silence~
Growled at to be still~
And awaiting the flow~
That you know~
Marks You as HIS~
There's something about~
Kneeling quietly beside Him~
Your body reddened, coated, tired~
Your mind silent, for once ~ for a time~
Your head bowed, your eyes closed~
Your lips quivering as His fingers touch you~
Your submission, unquestioned~
Your Peace at Hand.
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Journal Entry
I was watching TV a few nights ago and Garth Brooks started his song with "Looking back.....". It started me thinking about that day riding the bus. There across from me was a young woman of perhaps twenty one or two. She reminded me of myself many years ago. I noticed she grabbed the backpack she was carrying as so many of us do riding buses. As a passenger got on she picked it up and plopped it in her lap hugging it like a young child. The bus was not crowded but I was touched by her eagerness to make a seat for someone else. I thought "That so reminds me of myself!". I love psychology and to watch people in everyday situations. Making sure not to appear like a pervert I glanced her way every once in awhile.
She had skin like alabaster, her lightly placed makeup fresh, her skin glowing. Her hair was bunched up in the back with sprigs pulled out to comb her face.
What amused me so was how she had tucked one leg beneath the other. She wore jeans rolled up to her ankles and flat shoes. Again so like me, practical.
But then my rational mind kicked in and I thought I used to sit like that all the time! But now if I do my poor knees scream in protest when I uncurl them. I found myself chuckling to myself.
What had happened to those days? Where did the blush from my cheeks go? When did my hair decide to stop "behaving"? Why don't I ever see that vivacious gung ho woman who could look great in just about anything looking back in the mirror? I sighed in sadness thinking how life has passed so fast! But then I thought back how vulnerable I was. How I looked at how I was always uptight, self critiquing all the time, thinking I would never hold the interest of a man. Insecure in everything.
I am not thrilled at what Mother Nature and Mr. Gravity is doing to my body. But inside I am so much more confident. I can take cruel words or gestures and let them slide off my back whereas if I was younger they would dig and dig into my brain. The words hit harder than a belt or hand. They stayed and caused damage and self humiliation. Would I really want that again? In my younger years I thought I could never make it alone, totally alone. I wondered if I was strong enough to handle adversities and the cruel twists of life? Would I crumble or prevail? I found only with years that I could, I did through the adversities of hell!
And that day as she got off the bus I thought "Yeah, I'd like to go back knowing what I know now, but to be back at square one?". Returning home I went to wash my hands and looked at the face in the mirror. Not as radiant, aged, the test of time showing so evidently. But even with my aches and pains, loss of the glow of youth, in the sunset of my life, I realized a few things. I am so much better off now! I don't see life anymore in black and white as I did. I am so tolerant due to life kicking me in the gut. My empathy and sympathy for those I hold dear and even to strangers is so much more. Life has taught me such invaluable lessons. With them comes a love of life, not of myself so much but of everything in life. I value the important things now, children, the arts, music, etc. I appreciate and admire the talents of others, full well knowing their value. For you see if something interests me I do try it! And doing this I realize some things I just am not good at!! LOL Only time can teach you this and so I am shall we say content in this time of life.
Things that made me happy were grandiose in looking back. A new car, a trip, clothes, etc. Now the most treasured things are memories. They cannot be sold, not lost unless dementia sets in, given away, borrowed or stolen! They are personal gems and no two are alike! Priceless! And the icing on the cake is to find some way to give someone you care about a memory! Not a gift as in material goods, but a wonderful, fulfilling memory. A long lunch over wine looking out over a river. Time spent enjoying a long weekend together. When they have a need perhaps donating your time to let them know you care. These stay for a lifetime if truly given with great thought.
Would I today trade places with the young ingenue on the bus? Go through the heartaches, all the bad that would come again with the good things?? To leave behind all I know now? To erase my talents, wicked or vanilla? With my wrinkles, aches and pains I earned the lessons life has taught! And some I have to say or shall I say others have told me are incredible! So would I trade? NADA, GILTCH, NEVER, AIN'T GONNA DO IT!!
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If anyone is currently taking Benzoidiazines please visit the FB page I am administrator for. It is called Benzoidiazapines - Public Awareness of the Killer Drugs. I am with a legal team putting a case together for suing the physicians, doctors and Big Pharma for compensation for loss of income, suffering, misinforming patients and frankly playing footsies. Also physicians who are trialing and getting huge compensation for pay outs to the ones doing the trials and getting paid by Big Pharma. I have a dear friend on here who has his Masters in Statistics and taught at Annapolis. He told me any data can be manipulated and any results in hypothesis can be falsely attained. Doctors do this so Big Pharma will come back to them because they prove the drug company's efficacy and the company's present all this favorable information to the FDA. Go to MY group, it is all true documentation including the Justice Department suing drug companies for BILLIONS for falsifying trials and telling their reps to lie to physicians. Unfortunately physicians don't research and just take the words of the drug reps. So of all the benzoid groups only mine is public with the information the public NEEDS to know to protect themselves. Thanks for reading this NON sexual journal!! <wink> So appreciated. Wish me well! Too bad we can't get more attorneys on our side who know what the right thing to do is and have the integrity to know greed doesn't always win out! DD |
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If you write to me and then several messages come with a desire to meet, a desire to phone, a desire to know me better and I give the information you wish, accommodating your wishes then act on it. If you leave in silence and nothing is said, tell me you have moved on! I look at my phone for messages for days, nothing. I check my email address, nothing, I check for messages here, nothing. Then comes I'm single when can I call you. I leave it open and no calls. So to be blunt, why in the world did you even contact me? This is not a fluke or you men are having a personal crisis. It's the norm. It can't be anything I said, we never had the chance to talk! Being a strong submissive and seeing the behavior on a D/S site I wonder truly am I supposed to be the alpha? Lately I strip my panties off and look for those two round things between my legs. They're not there! So I must be the woman and the supposed submissive I claim to be!
Yes, in my professional life I had to have balls to confront men of power to not be walked on. Other women would be amazed and frankly say "I had no idea you had such big ones!" I'm not afraid to use them if I must!! But I was soooo hoping to find an alpha who would have bigger ones than my imaginary ones! What's the deal. I find a bunch of candy ass men who play DomdadadaDom. They talk the talk but don't walk the walk. I WANT to be owned, WANT to be told to obey, WANT to feel protected and WANT to serve. I want someone to tell me what he wishes and enforces his desires. Teaches me, trains me, educates me, bridles me and tames me to be his prize possession. I want to be the one who he proudly has by his side. Sees other men in jealously look at him because he has a woman of intelligence, wit, kindness and sees her bowing to him, caring for him and nurturing him. Little do they realize all that I become is due to his attention, caring, instruction and security he gives. It takes just like raising a child a great deal of patience, discipline and explaining the way things are to be that will make a creature of femininity that men envy and drool to be theirs. I wish there were Dominants who were the real deal. I am tired of playing games and YES men play more games on here than women. So suck it Buttercups. Grow some or please leave the smart submissives here alone. Seek out Match.com or OK Cupid. This site isn't for those afraid of a powerful and strong minded submissive!! |
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The Ultimate
Erotica | By DerbyDelight
Four poster bed
Blindfolded, tethered, nude
Waiting, waiting
Chill in air, goose bumps
Nipples taut, legs spread
Twisting, torqueing to escape.
Waiting, wondering, waiting
Nerves shot, mind racing
Waiting, waiting.
Footsteps at the end of the bed
Mattress sags, someone else on it
Hands inside my thighs,
Words Said, Open for me, Spread
Hands cup my butt cheeks lifting me.
A hot breathe on my cunt
A curled tongue touches me.
My slit slick with my flowing juice
The tongue spoons my cream,
His groans excite me
OMG, my clit circled over and over
Hot blood racing, back arching
Loud chants give to pleasure
Sweet satisfaction and things to "come"
No, No, please no!
You can't! I'll cry,
I'll cry, be so embarrassed, no please!
Two fingers inside curling up
Pressing into my pubic bone, rubbing enticing.
He's found The Spot!
The ultimate spot that I alone had ever touched.
How did he know what that could do, would do to me
Sliding fingers left right, him listening and sensing
Maneuvering with uncanny insight
I squirm knowing what's to come
And I know positively what will come
Oh God no, no, I can't stop myself.
The fingers leave and deep groans escape my throat
My body jerks and I I spew a hot stream
From between my legs hitting his chest.
So ashamed! I'm sorry, God, I'm sorry.
Tears flow down my face, so embarrassed
He must think me disgusting.
His chest drenched and wet
More tears, more undiscerning sad mumbling by me
Soft words of praise, joy and concern from him
Blindfold gone, soft sweet eyes meet mine
"Please no more tears little one '"
"Why the tears, why ? "
I'm so ashamed to do that, you so close
Soft chuckles and a hand cups my chin
"Look at me, look at me, angel."
"You made me so happy, don't you realize
No, it's so disgusting and humiliating.
"Don't you know, don't you get it?"
What, What, What??
My heart is breaking, my chest tight.
Biting my bottom lip it bleeds.
My head tucked down, his hand still cups my chin
Raising my head looking deep into my eyes
His hazel eyes are more blue, a sign he's concerned, worried.
"What I just saw and yes felt, was your total surrender"
"I'm proud of you and actually me" he chuckles
"You have no reason to be ashamed, no way ''
"I gave you the ultimate and utmost pleasure a man could"
I knew he had. Very rare to have a man give the ultimate orgasm
Always me giving everything I could to him.
Never expected a total release for me
Only I knew how to do that or so I thought
"I gave and you responded, you gave to me and I responded"
"A perfect bonding, perfect pleasures"
I had my prefect pleasure release but you didn't I say
I want to give you what you gave to me.
"I think we're both wanting that" and he gives what I love
That wonderful deep male soft laugh
As he lays on top of me warming my breasts
The beating of his heart in rhythm with mine
I'm not one but one of two, and two now is one
Not him, not me, now one body comprised of "us".
The chest hair tickles my nipples and my body melts into his
His hands on either side of my head
Palms flat on the mattress, his body arched above mine
I always marvel at those beautiful biceps
Lowering his body his lips meet mine, softly tenderly
His tongue opens my lips and it begs mine to "dance".
The first time our tongues met I knew
We danced in sync The cadence matched, sheer perfection.
And the sex, hot and fucking fantastic
The sexual dance in sync and the cadence perfect.
Hs lips leave mine, I whimper like a pup.
His eyes squint then a wink and a smile.
"I think we're in perfect position"
"Let's make your wish and mine come true"
His knees inside my legs opening me to enter.
I spread them further waiting, ready to welcome him.
Giggling now in hysterics my serious mood broken.
Both Caruso fans and he knows how to humor me!
So funny, that cocked head and always the words
He bows his head, curls his fingers, tucks my hair
Behind my ear, gently hotly whispers words
"Here we go!" And how we did!!
He knew how to finger and pluck my sexual strings
He met the highs and lows of my emotions.
Helped me overcome my insecurities.
Heightened my self-esteem.
Brought me to ultimate pleasure and orgasm!
What more could I ask for from a man?
He had fulfilled every wish, every sexual need
My trust he had earned and he worked patiently to achieve it.
He knew how to handle a woman, outside and "in"
Laying now both of us exhausted I had to snicker
Last night I had "showered" him with my affection
And he had given his affection in return , his gush
Which was immense and I swallowed it with gusto!!!!
Tasted better than a fine Chianti!
Relaxed and willing to surrender myself,
Nice to let myself be totally in the moment.
No worries about "what will he think!
My total trust of him resolved.
A reward for his patience and skills
He cherishes it as an affirmation of my love.
The need of my desires fulfilled totally.
His sexual prowess proven.
He's the only one.
No one had ever done this.
He waited, gave me time.
Let me know it was fine.
Better than fine, for him pride.
No more doubt for me
Only a clear path to feel secure
If he had never come into my life
I never would have gotten to the ultimate
Bravo, Bravo!
Take a bow my amazing Maestro
You play my body so well
Now, how about an encore
And another and another and.........
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I am not on here everyday and if you want to contact me and don't get a response you can find me as Delight4Dom on Fetlife, a free site I call home. . So hope to meet you if you so desire. With respect, DD |
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| Age: 28 |
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