2/28/2018 7:59:20 PM: So, I am truly seeking what I talk about.  I have two boys who currently live with me full time.  Now I know that this site has a ton of fakes.  So I keep looking.  I get a little tired of somebody saying they want something then when you offer exactly what they are looking for, they disappear.  So far several have accepted a place with me, but have failed to keep up the deal.  Can somebody explain the get off on saying yes then disappearing?  its annoying.  but I will continue.  Ask me anything and I will tell you.  I can prove this life.

2/2/2018 11:15:46 PM: Somebody just asked me about what the entry is about below.  Well somebody asked me once to write about my most painful memory and post it.  I forgot to delete it, so I will leave it there.  Its the day my slave and I had a motorcycle accident and he died.  We were not wearing helmets. Always look for motorcycles. 

8/20/2017 6:53:44 PM: The feeling was very surreal.  It was like the world was a camera with the iris left open.  Getting brighter and brighter as the images of the world faded to white.  Some how I found him.  He was laying on the ground about 20 feet from the warm motorcycle we had just been sitting on.  Looking around people were talking and some woman was screaming but it was just white noise.  The kind you can tune out because you are focusing on something else. As i blinked around trying to clear my vision and see shapes again, I felt his leg.  With out thought I ran my hand up his body until I found his head.  It was sticky.  A warm liquid brought the world into sharp focus.  That arid smell of blood.  The taste of iron in the air.  With out thinking I pulled his limp body into my lap. I could look down.  I just held on to him as the warm life slipped from him.  In a few moments I could hear the screams of the ambulance.  What seemed like hours was just minutes.  A hand on my shoulder took my gaze.  It was an old man.  Gray beard and long hair.  He was yelling something at me but I couldn't hear.  The sounds of everything was overloading my mind and it was just that white noise.  I felt him slide out of my arms but something was holding me back as I tried to grab on again.  He was leaving me, but I knew he was already gone.  As I looked down I could see his face.  It was smeared in red and his beautiful blond hair was covered in blood and something else.  I watched detached from  my body as they lay him down.  After some time they covered him.  He was gone.   

8/20/2017 6:29:54 PM: There is a submissive that I really would like to come join my house.  We have spoken for a very long time.  Tonight I made the formal offer and sadly he was too scared to take the leap to become a slave.  The choice I ask of anybody is very scary.  Its not something that is to be taken lightly.  I am asking for your life, your hopes and dreams.  I want to take you from a submissive person to a slave with defined purpose and place in my and my houses life.  Many I speak with seem to think because of my nature I am not dom enough or something of that nature.  If we speak, do not take the fact I am not an asshole as not being a dominant person.  It is possible not to be an ass, not to be self serving and to be an owner.  I know this because I do it in real time every time.  I don't dream about it or fantasize about it.  I live it every day.  Ever bump in the road I live with and manage. So if you truly want to become an owned slave.  Somebody who is devoted to serving their master.  Lets have a good conversation.  And a conversation is more then just yes sir and no sir at every question.  Engage me,  talk to me.  You may become a slave in the future doesn't mean you are one when we speak.  It will help me and you decide if you are a fit.

8/6/2017 8:26:18 AM: Males, fix your profiles. If you are not looking for a male dom. Change your profile search settings to reflect this. It's very annoying.