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I am a strict daddy dom. My sub partner and I are exploring and developing each others kinky pleasures based on control with firm discipline.
I am open to enjoy kink with females who need corporal punishment and control; a mix of sensuality and strictness. Whether my sub is involved will depend on the dynamic. I believe that even in play both must invest effort and emotional engagement.
From my earlier profile.....
Some words that friends use in describing me; tactile, honest, loving, sensual, supportive, GSOH.
The mental & emotional aspects of d/s are important to me. I will provide structure for you and ensure my focus on your guidance & needs remains strong and active.
There has to be chemistry of course, but characteristics in a women that are important to me are; intelligent, naturally submissive, honest, open hearted; needing control, predicament, spanking /cp.... a masochist at heart.
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Very annoying that the site is not allowing me to open the messages page this afternoon |
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On a site that seems (from the comments of so many female subs) to have a high proportion of oafish doms, it is good to have conversations that show that not all of us are like that! |
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Why am I suddenly getting loads of male doms looking at my profile? |
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I am still completely awed by this amazing talent...makes me feel the world is a very special place. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDqTBlKU4CE |
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The Beginning
You look at me with serious eyes, your face yielding to my hands; carefully we kiss, tongues barely touching. I knew you as intelligent, fearless, intriguing, but when you reached out to me, in natural kindness, I saw a deeper person, of strength and sadness hidden.
Are you a girl who fights, who won't compromise your view of black and white; of others' more simple ways of getting through, of telling lies? Or is your fight to keep control, to stop the world demanding that you go beyond your comfort zone?
I feel the tension in your lack of ease; your control is not the same as confidence, but I am here for you, a confidante for your deeper needs. To guide your power of letting go, of revelling in your passion, your wish to please and finding pleasure in control given.
As I grip your hair and pin your arms behind you, soft moans and gasps make words redundant and tell me that the captain of this ship has found a crew, of rare delight, to explore needs of flesh on flesh together, in continents of delightful, dark desires.
Simple rules are not the route for us; a richer field of battle lies in wait, where trust will be tested, forged in minds and willing bodies, hungry to yield to each the needs of the other; where touch will light the way for our eyes to see deep into each heart.
But when the fighting is done and you lie by me exhausted, I will enfold you in my arms, to gently kiss your eyes and stroke your hair, to feel as one, our bodies sated. Our dreamy thoughts will be of both, the learning together, of hopes and needs, affection and trust created. |
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I need a good woman to love and be loved by......ever optimistic, I know that she is out there and not too far away! |
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Feeling sad as distance has meant the end of a good relationship. She is an assertive, feisty, intelligent woman who works ridiculously hard and successfully at a job she loves and it took her a while to accept that she has a powerful submissive side. Uncovering those previously hidden needs and guiding her in their discovery was very special. We liked writing poems or prose to each other when apart and I'm reading her last now, to, '..my wonderful, caring, intelligent, inspiring, intuitive and sensual John..'. We all know that loving risks suffering at its ending, but it doesn't make it any easier. Splitting up when you both have strong feelings for each other has its own bitter sweet pain. |
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This beautiful writing captures so well my feelings about the mental aspects of d/s. It is by YoursSir, a sub from New York.
Start with my mind. Touch me there first.
Run a fingertip along the edge of my fantasies. Learn where the sharp, unexpected edges are, and revel in the feel of each deviant curve. Pick one up and play with it.
Trace a long, meandering path through the depths of my desire until you know it as well as your own.
Put your lips against the secrets I tell you, the things I have never shared with anyone else, and kiss each and every one as you would a treasured gift.
Strip me of the things I hide behind so that I stand naked and vulnerable, but only to you.
Pinch away, a little at a time, the things that no longer need matter to me, making room only for you.
Brush up against my need to give of myself, but don't grab at it with both hands just yet. Use all of your body and mind to stroke and tease me here, until my tears flow because I know you want and understand me, and I offer myself to you freely.
With loving but firm hands, smack away the doubts that I am not strong enough to push away on my own.
Grip me with the truths I need to see about myself. Shake me until I do.
Embrace my dreams, my memories, and my failures. Everything that makes me who I am.
Fill me with your dreams, your memories, and your failures. Hand over your wants and your desires, and everything you have been screaming silently inside to share or to be. If you dare to trust me fully, then I will know that my trust is safe with you.
Press every inch of your soul against every inch of mine so that I feel owned, protected, cherished.
My body is aching, my soul is longing, and my heart is waiting.
But start with my mind. Touch me there first. |
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Just seen this on F**life...perfect.
By Mark Grist-
"So... what do you go for in a girl?" He crows, lifting the lager to his lips. He gestures where his friend sits and Downs his glass. "He prefers tits. I prefer ass. What do you go for in a girl?"
I feel quite uncomfortable. The air left the room a long time ago. All eyes are on me. "Well, if you must know... I want a girl who reads."
Yeah. Reads. I'm not trying to call you a chauvinist Because I know you're not alone in this, but...
I want a girl who reads. Who needs the written word And uses the added vocabulary She gleans from novels and poetry To hold lively conversation In a range of social situations.
I want a girl who reads. Who's heart bleeds at the words of Graham Greene Or even "People" magazine. Who will tie back her hair while reading Jane Eyre And goes cover to cover with each Waterstones "three for two" offer. But I want a girl who doesn't stop there.
I want a girl who reads. One who feeds her addiction for fiction With unusual poems and plays That she hunts out in crooked bookshops for days and days and days. She'll sit addicted at breakfast, soaking up the back of the cornflakes box, And the information she gets from what she reads makes her a total FOX. Because she's interesting. And unique. And her theories make me go weak In the knees.
I want a girl who reads. A girl who's eyes will analyze the menu over dinner. Who'll use what she learns to kick my ass in arguments So she always comes out the winner. But she'll still be sweet. And she'll still be flirty. Because she loves the classics.... And those get pretty dirty. So late at night, she'll always have me in a stupor As we re enact the raunchy bits from the works of Jilly Cooper.
See... Some guys prefer asses. Some guys prefer tits. And I'm not saying that I don't love those bits. But what's more important... What supersedes... Is a girl with passion, wit, and dreams.
So I'd like a girl who reads. |
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WHY?
Why do I want to hurt you
when I love you?
Why do I kiss you till my jaw aches
then spank you till my hand stings?
Why does my heart pound and my cock rise
when I have you bound to my bed?
Why do I feel so horny
when I spring my cane on your arse?
Because you want me to release you
through my control.
Because I feel your mind
and hold you
as I take you down,
as pleasure floods your body
into your fiery pool of pain.
Because you trust me
to hold your heart, safe |
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Results of quiz......mmm interesting.
Dominant 93%
Experimental 82%
Switch 64%
Sadist 61%
Masochist 57%
Vanilla 29%
Bondage 29%
Exhibisionist / Voyeur 25%
Submissive 4%
Degradation 0% |
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With the hot weather some weeks back I got all horny. My vanillerish fantasy started very sensuously and that part of it tumbled out onto a page
Fantasy Island
I want to touch you with my fingertips , softly - to make tremors in your mind
I want to breathe your smell, deeply- to find your animal inside
I want to taste your skin, your lips, your breasts, your pussy, your everywhere, gloriously - to eat your very soul
I want to fuck you, hard - for you to be mine.
Awake now
you lie there, languid, revelling
in the trust between us.
You look into my eyes, surrendering
your body, to my keeping.
You smile and I spread your legs, wide
to trace the wicked wheel inside your thighs
and lick you, once, twice, with a flick
of my tongue, like a whip .
Your pussy yearns towards my mouth,
but I score your softest skin,
as the wicked wheel sparkles on
around your tummy and your breasts.
I enter you; Oh, how your warmth and wetness is like a shock that says
- I've been away too long!
We swirl and sink, into waves of lust;
I grip your hair and pull,
running my hands around your face, your scalp, your throat.
I bite your ears, your neck, your breasts....
and say-" You must'nt come, You must'nt come yet!"
I tease you and smack you and kiss you
and hold you and lick you and bite you and fuck you.
You twitch and moan as though electricity, not touch, is in play
until I command, " Come, Come now!"
You lie there, limp, swept up on the beach of fantasy island
safe, after your storm of roaring, falling, giving, has ebbed
slowly, into the sand.
You lie now, warm in my arms, asleep
and I feel my heart melt in wonder
at your softness, your smell, your taste , your love
and that, you are mine. |
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Age: 29 |
Dallas,
Texas |
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