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Rewrite. Because things change.
Im 100 single, never married, no kids, live alone. No drama, no baggage, no BS. lol Im not new to this, am well-equipped, a bit sadistic now and then... but every bit a gentleman. Respected and respectful. Open doors, pull out chairs, carry myself well in any situation...
I understand very well the difference between being a Dom and being an abusive prick. Not saying use wont be hard, but abuse has no place in my life. There needs to be balance in all things, and I want her to feel protected within submission.
Casual play is fun and Im absolutely open to that (boredom sucks), but thats not my main goal here. Im probably dreaming saying this on this site, but the long-term goal is a Ds RELATIONSHIP. I dont have a checklist in my head of what I want or a of how Ill dominate you, because thats not the foundation, imo. Rather, I want to a connection with an intelligent, fun woman with whom I have chemistry who is also submissive. The Ds part should start and evolve from there. I will not brag about what Ill take from you, or how Ill claim you, bla bla bla. I want submission or ownership to be genuine. I want it to be something you have given me freely, of your own accord, because you want to be mine. I see more strength in that bond than anything that could be taken or claimed.
Im politically very left, a California native, snowboard, play guitar, love the outdoors, adventure, festivals, road trips to nowhere in particular...
You Not a dummy, have a reasonable amount of freedom in your life to do this, take care of yourself physically, reasonably close or willing to relocate.
If this speaks to you, write me a note.
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. - Helen Keller
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Sometimes all one can do is recognize that some people are beyond help. |
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A daydream I had today...
She was new to this world, finally giving in to long held desires. He was fairly experienced, but had been stuck in the vanilla world for years. And he truly loved the role of teacher. They'd been chatting online for a few weeks. A few weeks of getting to know one another, experiences, desires... a time probably extended by the distance. But now she was walking to his door. Nervous. Hands shaking. About to hand herself over to a man she'd never met in person before. "This is crazy," she said, but her steps did not slow. She had his phone number. She had his address. She'd given these and his full name to a friend. Ultimately, she knew she was safe. "But still..." she thought - still not slowing down...
Standing in front of his door adjusting her clothes, trying to make her impossibly short skirt a little longer (even though she knew it would be on his floor in a few minutes)... She could feel her knees shaking. And her hands. Butterflies... and she felt wet. The terms were if she showed up, she was his for 48 hours. She had established hard limits, most of which they shared. He'd offered a safe word. She had declined, wanting to go wherever he took her on this ride. She had wanted this for too long. She didn't want an out.
She raised her hand, took hold of the knocker... raised it... hesitated for just a moment... she could still back out... just walk back to the car, and drive away. He'd even said as much in their last conversation. If she walked in, turned, and closed and locked the door, she was his for 48 hours. He didn't want to "take" her. He wanted her to give herself to him. To choose to lock the door.
"I could walk away right now."
She knocked.
He opened the door. He smiled, more warmly than she expected. She was slightly comforted by this. He looked her up and down, letting his eyes enjoy the beautiful toy that had been delivered to his door.
Without a word he stepped back, allowing her to enter. She looked at the doorsill, wondering if she could even take a step without her quaking knees giving out. She stepped in, smiling just a bit to herself at this achievement. He smiled just a bit more, knowing the debate that must have been playing out in her head. She turned, reached for the door, and closed it. She slowly reached for the deadbolt.
She was intensely aware of the cold of the brass on her fingertips as she turned the handle and the bolt clicked in place... |
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Feeling sadistic lately. Spanking, bamboo switch, clamps, clothespins, bondage... I think bamboo is my favorite. Love the sound it makes, and the way it stripes the skin... So accurate and versatile... |
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I've had the urge to shoot pictures lately... I'd love to take some outdoor shots, if any ladies are interested. There are some amazing locations here in the desert. I shot porn stills for a few years. I miss it sometimes. |
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| Age: 30 |
| Dallas,
Texas |
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