1/27/2018 12:28:21 AM: Fuck

12/17/2017 5:14:30 PM: Once upon a time Ol' Wkd was just bouncing around the Intarwebs wearing his patented and trademarked smirk, a pair of gnarly old Chucks and those uber retro aviators he's so fond of (best $5 I ever spent, don't you doubt it for a second) trying to be the biggest dick he could possibly be and tossing out random helpings of offense and butthurt. Yep, that SmthnWkd was a real Class A, bona fide, dyed in the wool douche canoe. 'Fuck 'em. Twice.' was his motto. He drank gasoline and chewed coffin nails for every meal. He liked shiny things (aka, pretty little girls ripe for beatings) and never hesitated to flash that panty melting smirk whenever he could. If that didn't do it you can pretty damn well bet that the Southern accent would seal the deal. That...and the beard. Then one day the Big Bad Wkd met a slave, and that slave enslaved him without even knowing or trying. she gave more and more of herself to him and in doing so showed him more and more of himself until one day he couldn't really tell if he was him anymore. He looked at himself and thought 'That's one righteous dude'. So SmthnWkd stopped being so wicked except to the slave who begged for that from him. she begged for his demons and his darkness and his desire to be poured out from him and make her whole. she begged for the warmth of his light and his love and his embrace to make her safe. she begged for him to be a Man and to take her as his Woman to be one with and complete with. So he did and he hasn't looked back. And that obsession-cum-owned-slave has cloaked me in the perfume of lust and my mind wandered into darkness. And as far as Ol' Wkd is concerned about the Intarnets: Fuck 'em. Twice.

11/7/2017 10:29:23 PM: Gather 'round, kiddies, and let Ol' Wkd tell you a story...Rounding the fourth corner and looking down the home stretch of half a century (how's that for perspective?) I've occasioned to look back upon the wild and crazy chronicle that passes for my history. For goddam sure it's been a metric fuck ton of holy shit moments. In the grand scheme of things I've been kinky for a fraction of my life span but -boy- have I made up for lost time.There's been a dramatic shift in my personal self image of late. I look back at the things I've written since meeting the borderline-obsession-cum-slave and I see myself soften. I see that harsh and gruff exterior giving way to a more intimate and introspective Wkd. That could be a good thing. she perpetuates that cycle of order-beat-fuck that I crave but then turns and gives me the space to be gentle and considerate. she leans into my gentleness and fosters it with her own vulnerability. she holds me to a higher standard of myself that given the opportunity, I would protect her rather than damage her. I've all but abandoned the chest pounding and dick swinging that I started (back) with almost a year ago. My outlook is changed and my personality has flipped a full 180. But that's not to say that scathing sarcasm and razor sharp wit isn't readily at hand. CS is still a shit show and I still lurk around with my popcorn and cheap paper 3D glasses. But these days pouring that angst and derision is better suited for her. Fuck all y'all.  

10/31/2017 6:30:13 PM: Hell's BellsThree and a half months later and it's been one hell of a ride. It makes me realize that plans and situations change rapidly and without warning. Sometimes for the better, sometimes not. That beautiful borderline obsession-cum-slave has been that one constant, the soft glow of redemption, that has pulled me through the wreckage. Even though our relationship has taken some hits she's stayed, she's fought and she's earned her place. Now she's in a place of change herself. Although a controlled changed, it'll still be hard for her and she'll need the support and guidance that only a man worthy of her calling Master can give. And we are on that journey together. For better and for worse. 

7/17/2017 11:47:59 PM: Fuck, y'allI want to go on record right now and say that if you are cock strong and think you want to own a slave, buckle up for the ride.I ain't new to this Dominant thing, but even I get caught up in my...well, let's call it my Big Dick Syndrome. That's where I get so full of my Domly Dom self and forget that there are other people -REAL PEOPLE with REAL FEELINGS and REAL NEEDS- in my life. And when I start swinging my Big Dick (tm) around, those people invariably get hurt by it.I'm not stupid either. I understand my faults and I know where they come from and I try very hard to combat them. But sometimes I slip.That borderline obsession-cum-owned slave...I've fucked that cunt and I've fucked her over. I've treated her miserably, horribly, shamefully. I've practically beat her in the face with every fear she's laid before me.And she's still looked at me with love, with respect, with obedience. For guidance and for support.Goddamn, I don't deserve that girl.But we're here. We're in it. And the next time I start swinging my Big Dick (tm) around, it's going to be beacuse someone is fucking with my baby girl. And I don't tolerate that shit.