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Life changes us. We are formed in its cauldron, forged in its fires and emerge stronger in our depths. The cauldron of life has slowed me down, now I walk with a cane and leg-braces, but I am a very active person who appreciates, more than ever, what life has to give. My will, hardened upon its anvil, is the rock upon which you dash yourself or the rock upon which you rest. My hands, weakened by life, still are strong enough to hold, shape, mold, correct, form, caress, inflame, punish, protect, soothe, torment, bind and embrace your body, your mind, your essence. Independent though I may be, I look for you. You come to me out of your need to serve: that deepest desire that moves your soul. You come because you must. It isn’t arrogance on my part that expects this, it is the need within you that matches the need within me. Is it arrogant of the river to know that the water will flow within its depths? I have within my deepest places an opening that only you can fill. You have a place with me, sitting at my feet, head resting upon my leg my fingers entwined in your hair, walking at my side, tethered to me by my glance, bound by a power stronger than steel. What matter if I touch you with my whip, my rope, my cane, my hand or my mind? What matter if you are bound in steel or bound by power? Certain it is you will know all of that for I am skilled, skilled in guiding us on those journeys to the edges of our senses. What of it? It all pales in the light of one thought: you come to me. Here you find your place. Here your need is quenched. Here your desire is fulfilled. Here your soul is freed in giving yourself. Here within me we both are complete.
I am a loving, firm, demanding Dominant. Intelligent, witty, educated, artistic, creative, appreciative of beauty in all its forms: flowing hair, flashing smile, twinkling eye, well-tied knot, neatly placed tape-gag. I sing the joys of life set free by the bonds of steel, fiber, tape, plastic, leather. . . the ecstasies of love intensified, compressed, concentrated by immutable embrace, inmost essence flung free of closely restrained flesh. Old enough to know how to please, wise enough to give pleasure before taking my own: Touch the submissive, love the submissive, honor the submissive; her mind, her body, her trust, her soul. Rest your spirit in her solitary places.
You will enjoy most forms of bondage. You will know the ecstasy of the flogger, the mysticism of shibari, the solitude of mummification.
You will learn the deep secret spaces of yourself and you will know how much you are treasured, how much you are challenged.
Our lifestyle is based upon trust and consent. How can a person demand another to abase themselves before them without first observing the basics of civilized behaviour? Without consent there can be no submission. Without negotiation there can be no consent. Without respect there can be no negotiation. Domination without consent is abuse. Domination without consent is detrimental not only to the person but to our entire lifestyle. Treating you with respect in no way diminishes either my dominance nor denies your submission.
I am a retired opera singer. Divorced. Exotically pierced. I have two grown daughters neither living at home. I am a non-smoker and hope you will be too. I am politically Liberal in that I value humanity above monetary gain. I ascribe to my own personal heresy which is mine alone and works for me. You be whatever works for you. I perform at Renaissance faires and can legally marry people. I’m very active and a leader in my local BDSM community. Join me in my enjoyment of fine music, good beer and ale, single malt scotch, great cooking, theater, and a rich fantasy life.
Who are you? You have a deep desire, a drive, to serve, to please. You are outgoing, witty, intelligent. You have read a book or two. You have heard of Shakespeare and Beethoven or at least wouldn’t mind learning about them. You have opinions and can express them. You are definitely no doormat, you have a strong sense of self. You make yummy noises when you eat sushi. You can quote from “The Princess Bride.” You understand the dominant nature of cats. You enjoy a bit of pain (what can I say, I’m a bit of a sadist, but mostly harmless). Perhaps you have long hair (what can I say, I’m a man and therefore visual) or perhaps not. Perhaps you speak with an accent (what can I say, I’m a musician and therefore aural) or perhaps not. You are just the right size (whatever that might be). You don’t take yourself too seriously. You yearn to wear a collar and spend years and years and years serving, being protected, being challenged, being owned, being loved.
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