Man O Man, I feel sorry for the women who come to this site and their first exposure is a NEWBIE Dom….  Like and adolescent with his first dose of testosterone.  It embarrasses me to think the brethren of my gender are such IDIOTS. And give the more calm, sensible guys such bad raps. Guilty by Gender type ! 

Guys, Relax, Slow down and give them a chance to respond either positively or otherwise. It’s a mind, spirit and body thing…

Grow up for God’s sakes and quit acting like your in 10^th grade and you have never been in someone’s pants before.

Been away for a couple of years, was in a devoted relationship. I have to say, only having one foot in the lifestyle is very difficult for me. I guess if she would have had a better appreciation and higher interest level things may have turned out different.

So, I'm back and once again looking for that special girl...

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I had a vision today while working at my desk on the pc.  My slave came in the office wearing the "code adornment" that tells me she is wanting me to take her or take advantage of her. She brought my coffee smiled waited  for my loving stroke and then began to slowly exit. That is where I said "hey, come here I would like a kiss". She turned with a huge smile and came to get one. That is when a peck became DFK and I told her to remove her panties. She did. I then ordered her to bend over the desk and masturbate until I tell her to stop. I wanted the show. So she began... I could see the glistening of her wetness which began to make me very hard. Every now and then I would wind up and spank her ass. The sharp sting escalated her wetness. I then told her to reach around and slip a finger deep in her ass (which she did). I could tell she was getting close so I slowed her down and turned her around to me telling her to crawl up on my face while I sit in the chair. She said, "but master". NOW I barked!

As I played with her clit with my tongue I could feel she was about to lose control so to support her while on my shoulders I held her up under her butt and slowly sliding my thumb deep in her ass. Her juices began to flow and her breath and moans were now on auto pilot and getting louder until there was a small eruption of Wetness. Gasping and shaking I knew there was more so I focused my tongue deep and when I came out with my tongue I would suck on her clit as my thumb explored deep in her ass.  This was too much and she screamed as she unloaded all her creamy cum. It kept oozing out and on my chin and chest totally soaking my silk shirt.

I had to help her down so she would not fall. I laid her on the floor with feet away from me and her head right under my crotch. Took my pants off and began stroking. She now had new focus. I told her she was about to get my load and she said "Mmmmmmmm". Then the request... "come up here and use your mouth, take me to the edge then lay back down there.... And like the obedient love that she is, she did just that.

Her blow job is slow, extra wet with her own saliva oozing out at times and lots of eye contact. She has been trained by me and I now love her deeply. As my Dick thickens and begins to pulse she knows I'm getting there and one last time she slides all the way down the shaft hugs the entire rod in her mouth and then retreats... Now I'm saying MMMMmmmm....

I then tell her to lay back down and stick her tongue out which she does. And while sitting in my chair I am now choking my cock off as to not come until I can't hold it any longer. Now aiming at her face I groan and release my hand's tight grip just enough to allow my hot steamy jiz to begin erupting across her face and in her mouth, it's now flowing as she is trying to catch more on her tongue and in her mouth. The sight is amazingly erotic.

Laying back, slumped in the chair I remove my soaked shirt and I tell her to get up and give me a kiss. She already knows that anytime I glaze her face she is forbidden to wipe any portion until I tell her. Today is no exception, she stands as the cum is dripping off her face so I take my shirt and gently dab and wipe near her mouth. Then kiss her, tell her she is wonderful and to reheat my coffee for me.

Another Memorex Moment in the _____ household.

Visions of things to come ? I can only Pray...

TURN-ONS:  Devotion, Sensuality, a woman who needs penis passionately not just willing to please her Master, a woman who uses her ability to “allure” the passion out of her Master, Sexy heels, stockings, cleavage, thongs, oral loving shortly after I have spent a “string of pearls” on you or in you, surprise servicing (without being ordered) and out of happiness not because its her duty, a woman who feels sexy and sensual to her self, nipples, giving oral sex until my woman is close to passing out, an emotional connection, tamable naughtiness, well done make-up, eyes and lips.

I know you are looking for me, I feel it. I somehow get the same fulfillment feeling from your service as you get from serving happily. I desire to take you by the hand or by the hair, walking you in to our play area and attaching the chained clasp from the wall to your collar after taking you to your knees. The shibari ropes are tightened firmly on your arms and wrists behind your back. As I stand above you I see the look of innocence and reverence but as you look up and in my eyes you see the adoration and appreciation that I hold of my woman. Your eagerness and devotion to fulfill my desires is like a dream come true. I used to wonder if a woman had the desire to insure my needs were served. You continue to surprise me with your erotic service in ways I have yet to dream. As a result of my happiness I feel moved to create even more happiness by your orgasms in which I control and by the absolute overwhelming feeling of being a now complete woman safe, protected and loved with happiness that seems to grow exponentially as the time passes.....

When you know I am coming home from work you watch the door knob for the slightest hint of it turning and be waking thought the door and like wise I am blowing yellow lights and dodging all the traffic I can in order to return to the woman that belongs to me. Its that first touch, that connection that eases our minds of no longer being separated. I know your out there and I also know you feel I am out there as well…

Some look harshly at long distance relationships. To me, if you are the woman that was meant for me, where ever you live, this world would never be to big to stop me from come for you. There is not enough miles to keep me from the woman of my desires. I know your out there,,,, I feel it.

I have not made a journal entry in some time, not because I have turned my back to this lifestyle but rather I am really fed up with what I have found here, or what I should say is NOT found here. To be truthful the real world away from this site has yielded more promise. Maybe it’s due to the fact that there is only a 200,000 to 1 male vs. female membership ratio here. Or maybe it just the case were I find women in the real world are less likely to jerk me around i.e. during or close after the initial conversation or first date we have summed each other and decide if there is any merit to continuing. I am not saying anyone makes snap decisions based on a first meeting I am only observing more is gained about a person when you can see their demeanor, watch their body language and look in their eyes.

I have had several micro relationships to report. One woman I thought had a foot in this world turned out to be a case where she only liked rough sex and a pink hue on her ass when it was over. Request she kneel for me and take care of “little delrey” and you would have thought I asked her to jump out the car window at 70 MPH, not to mention the attitude “tisk, that all MEN want”. I also quickly learned her “American Bitch” attitude was in full swing and did not get any feeling of wanting to accommodate or serve on any level. Next !

Being an exec in the Yacht industry is a great business and has it’s perks, I sometimes attend these "functions" on or around large elegant ships with extravagant black tie cocktail parties and such. They are good for business and sometimes it is fun to flirt with or chase the “atmosphere hostesses/models” who are hired to add to the beauty and elegance of the ship and or event.

I find my self wanting my own possession and have her on my arm also dressed to the 9’s. One that can fit in with her sexy and elegant tight black dress, One that is not only owned by me but one that I have that ultimate connection with, one that I can flirt with and drive her nuts, one that I can make wet with my words and one that I can surprise while the party or function is in full swing as I pull her into the butlers nook to slide my hand through the slit in her dress and under her panties to play just for a moment in her moisture as I kiss her neck and whisper in her ear what is coming later.

I placed a call earlier in the day to her office. No one knew of my spoken words but I know by the gasp and the sigh and of heavier breathing she would have a hard time concentrating for the rest of the business day.

She arrives home from work earlier than I. Quickly showers and changes into one of my favorite things for her to wear for me (heels, thigh-highs, corset, wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and her training collar with a sheer or lace sexy top that ties but is left open). She knows that depending on the collar I want her to wear will determine the type of greeting I will get when I get home. The training collar tells her she is to anticipate my arrival and wonder which hole of hers I will use to pleasure my self first. She is to be on her knees offering her self to me as I walk through the door with an unattached leash in hand and offering it to me as well.

This particular day I was going to surprise her from other such greetings for me. She had begun to cook our dinner and I estimate it was ½ done buy the time she noticed I was on my way up the walk to the door. From the walk I noticed her see me and quickly move items in the kitchen and I am sure she ran to the door . Realizing she was scurrying quickly I stalled at the door prior to opening to allow her time to make it right. As I walked through the door I got all I wanted for this day, the rest of the evening would be hers and she had no idea what was coming.

After moving toward her and taking the leash out of her hand I snapped it on the D-ring on her collar and gazed down at her. She looked into my eyes and her smile became the smile that says she is in love and drips with the feeling of total devotion. I won’t lie, it warms my heart and is one of the reasons I do not need a second woman. Now with the leash on her neck and other end in my hand I reached down grasping my fist around the connecting link and told her to stand up as I lightly pulled on the link in my hand. As she stood I pulled her into my arms as I kissed her on the lips. She knows she is not to speak while wearing this collar unless I say it is ok. Her eyes were as big as saucers with confusion. In her mind I could see she was thinking, “did he notice I had this collar on?, did I misunderstand and wear the wrong collar?”. Not allowing her to speak I just stood there for several minuets kissing her and holding her romantically in my arms. I then expressed interest that I would like a drink, and suggested she make me my favorite rum drink since it was Friday and the weekend had begun. (Barbados Mount-Gay rum, Mango juice topped with pineapple juice)

I then went to the living room put on some sultry sax jazz music and sat down to relax on the couch. When she returned she is trained to kneel between my knees and hold my drink for me until I take it from her. And as I do again I see that smile that fills my soul. Sipping my drink with her between my legs she, with almost 100% certainty she knows as I relax and get closer to the ½ point of my drink she will likely very soon have me in her mouth with my hand on the back of her head. Eagerly she is awaiting my direction as she again seems somewhat confused. And then it happened, my favorite saxophone tune came one (Gato Barbieri - Caliente!) And for just a moment I closed my eyes as the music seemed to take over as I am now playfully just stroking her hair.

Setting my drink on the table, I hooked one my index finger threw the D-ring on her collar and lightly pulled her to me as I bent forward to meet her. After kissing her for a moment as I un clipped the leash, I got up and took her to her feet with me. While she is in my arms I turn us around and I now sit her on the couch while I kneel between her legs. The look on her face was classic shock. I could see the wheels turning in her head, “what was going on? This is not normal !”.  I then told her to lean back as I pulled her to the edge of the couch cushion. As I began to kiss the inside of her thighs I looked at her pussy and noticed she glistening. Her breathing was elevated and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. As I teased her clit and lips I told her she is NOT allowed to cum until I said it was ok. This is one of the hardest things for her to obey and as I lick, tease and enjoy being between her legs I looked up and noticed beads of perspiration on her just below her neck. She was working hard to obey my withholding command. I eased off slowly to allow her to regain her composer and I grabbed the ring on her collar again to pull her to me to kiss her with my now glistening wet face. As I kiss her with the passion of the Greek Gods, I whisper in her ear how much I love owning her. This statement nearly takes her over the Orgasm cliff as I slow the kissing down to retreat just a little…

My drink is now needing to be refreshed so I told her to go finish dinner and bring me another drink. She got up to head to the kitchen and I sat back down on the couch as she turned to walk away I told her to wait, she stopped and turned back around for another order. Put some nice candles on the table for us during dinner I said. She lit up the room with that smile once again at my simple request.

I know this woman loves to serve, nothing pleases her more than to make sure I am happy, she loves to perform, loves to feel she is worthy of my love and I enjoy giving it to her.  

I think the next time I read a profile of a woman that claims to be submissive or a slave that has a laundry list of “Demands”, “Rules” and or “Conditions” in which they expect or require I will PUKE !

A couple of weeks ago I took a trip to Cali Colombia. While there I had the opportunity to meet and date a couple local women. I also was surprised to learn of the friendliness of the people there. As I walk to the mall people would smile and say “Buena’s dieas” (good day). The beauty of the women was particularly striking. As I also learned quickly from talking and dating a couple of the women there was NO Bitch Attitudes ! These women seem not only pleasant but also had a submissive side to there demeanor. The women I dated were extremely sensual and loved to see that I was pleased. Men are in control in Colombia and women don’t balk at it ! They know their roll and they don’t fight it. (contrast that to the women in the states or some of the Bitch profiles on this site with all the demands and rules while they claim to be submissive or even slaves….. ACK ! )

Here is another surprise, I saw NO women over 200LBS, NONE ! I would be hard pressed to say I saw any women over 150LBS although there were a couple. In Cali you walk EVERYWHERE ! Everyone walks. No SUV’s to McDonalds or to Dunkin Donuts, No Bon Bons while sitting on the couch watching Oprah in a moo moo or stretch warm up pants. Shit where I live I see people driving to the mail box (1/2 block) to get their daily mail, and its not like there is a blizzard or bad walking conditions - ITS SOUTH FLORIDA !. Whats more is it is an old city and 90% of the buildings DO NOT HAVE ELEVATORS !!! And from admiring the tight glutes I can tell you these women do stairs. A LOT OF STAIRS.

On "MY BENCH"

Why do I love eating pussy as much as I do? Is it the act?, Is it that I like to pleasure (service) the woman I’m with ? Is it the pheromones? Or is it the total submisson and the offering of her self that I get off on ?

Recently I met a vanilla woman in a bar, we were having a great time and decided to go back to my place. We began kissing and petting on the couch. You know all the stuff i.e. teasing, laughing, pinching, giggling in between some great DFK (deep frensh kissing) She seemed so sensual and I love women who have that ora.  I could tell that she was not only totally up for the main event but I sensed it would be on my terms and when I was ready as she seemed to go along with how the action was unfolding.

Was that a submissive sign I was wondering or perhaps “wishful thinking” on my part ? In any case things began to really heat up when I took the wine glass out of her hand, ran my hand up her back to the back of her neck where I firmly got a very large fist of hair very close to the back of her neck as I pulled her close in my arms she gasped but wrapped her arms around me a little tighter. I then pulled her towards me and we slowly lay on the couch. Now as I lean in to DFK some more I slide one knee between her legs. We are now laying there together, comfortable in each others arms when I begging to unbutton her blouse. As I do she leans her head forward for some more DFK, During this time I raised my knee and thigh tight to her crotch as though she could ride it and began a slow but definite stimulation with my leg. I could tell it was working because she seemed to be moving her hips forward and into my leg as I would add a little pressure. I managed to get her blouse off (it was mine) and her lil B’s were exposed for me to attend.

It was right about then my mind was racing, wondering how I could some how take this innocent nilla encounter and selfishly turn it into one of my full blown kink sessions. Now keep in mind up to this point I had dropped some innuendos that would expose my Non_nilla world if she had ever had even a little toe in the BDSM would ever in her life. But NONE were bit on, the statements were never keyed on even from a comedic angle as most were laid out there.

So we are now all over each other, both of us knows where this is going and one of us wants to steer it in a slightly altered direction. As I’m woking my leg and kissing her neck and caressing, teasing and pinching one of her exposed nipples. I whispered in her ear with a very low husky voice, “do you trust me?”, I got a moan, an even deeper kiss with a “yes” attached. I decided it was do or die time and again as I was working on her neck and ear she now was sliding her hand up and down the front of my pants and it was then I dropped the MOAB (mother of all bombs) I whispered in that very low sultry voice, “I’m going to tie you up. Still trust me ?” This was a positive statement not a wimpy pleading question.

With that I did not wait for an answer and got up off the couch, taking her by the hand and helping her up I took her in my arms and said, “I want to make you happy, now answer my question”. She looked in my eyes and said nothing. There was a brief moment of silence when I decided since she didn’t say NO that that was a “Yes” and I began DFKing her as I remove the rest of her cloths. During this time my hand invariable slipped between her legs and noticed she was dripping wet which make me even hotter.

When we got to the bedroom there was a lil more kissing as I told her to kneel down as she did I began unbuckling my belt when she enthusiastically took over. She was good but not great down there and I could see she needed some training not in the act but to my likings so I raised her to her feet picked her up and laid her on the bed, her arms were around my neck as I tried to get up she asked, “where are you going?” Shhhhh I replied as I reached in one of my drawers for about 6 or 8 small candles and lit them around the room.

What is it about candle light and sex ? I don’t know but as soon as I got in bed she became a live wire. We made love for about an hour. After we caught our breath the chit chatting began, you know “this”, “that” and all the rest of the b.s. that comes to mind after a great sex session. Then it happened, out of the blue she says, “I thought you were going to tie me up”. The smile on my face had to have been priceless. To which I said, “THAT’S NEXT” which shut her up pretty quick. And with that as I leaned in to DFK her my left hand ran up her leg, I slipped one finger in her and used my thumb on her clit as it was time to heat her back up for ‘MY’ round.

As I was kissing her and playing with that wonderful but unshaved pussy when she tired to pull away a little to talk or inquire or what ever. At that point I got that hand full of hair I enjoy and pulled her back into the pillow. As I did this I removed my hand from her pussy and raised my index finger to my lips to say, “shhhhhh, NO more words !” and with that finger at my lips I could smell her sweet nectar and as I looked in her eyes I could sense she was a little daunted but willing. Now that finger…. I slowly raided it under her nose then began sensually sliding it in and out of her mouth. Her eyes seemed to roll back with comfort and delight and at this point I told her only to respond to my orders as she kept milking my finger.

I then rolled her over on to her stomach and began messaging her back for just a few moments. As I did I told her to stay there, not to move while I get a few things. I got up and went to the closet where I had stored red candle domes and a red neon light which I placed behind a chair just to get an up lit glow.

Out of another closet came “my bench” I made this wonderful piece of BDSM furniture which opens like the letter “A” allowing my sub kneel on it and yet I can get behind her and between her legs without the bench becoming my obstacle. It raises her ass to the height I like and allows her comfortablely to lay forward on the sloping padded bench. I think you got the picture. I also got out small bag which stores my rope, tossing it on the floor behind the bench. I am not only in to Shibari  but I am also an active boater and love sailing so my work with rope is experienced to say the least.

Now that the stage is set, I crawled back into bed where she was obedient and waiting while still on her stomach. I selfishly used this opportunity to lay on top of her allowing my cock to lay right between her cheeks. I then began to message her back again and I noticed she used her buttocks to squeeze me a little. That was about all it took and I had a full load of wood again so now as I’m messaging her back my fully erect cock is sliding back and forth between her ass cheeks. I can tell she is getting the same excitement because she is now slightly raising her ass while laying on the bed face down. But before things get too out of control I decide its time to make our way to the bench but before we do I slip a single rope around each wrist and each ankle leaving one end dangle. The fifth rope went losly around her neck as I used it as a collar, not saying anything I tugged it just a little for her to follow me. I then lead her to MY bench….

The room is glowing red her mind must have been in high gear as mine was and I’m sure that she not sure what is to come, but I insured her that she can trust and I would stop any time she wanted. She is now securely tied to the bench, her ass is high and her head and shoulders are low. Directly in front of her I placed a box which store several toys, vibs, beads and alike. I opened the cigar type box for her to have more for her mind to chew on. Then went back around to that beautiful ass and pussy exposed helplessly for me to have my way with.

I began with light strokes with my finger nails up the backs of her legs. I then began to tickle the inside of her thighs which lead me to her pussy and gently playing with and encircling her lips each time making my way to her clit for a little tease. I then walked around the front of her grabbing a hand full of hair raising her head and asking the question, “Who’s girl are you ?” , “yours” she moaned. What?, I barked.

And went back behind her and told her for breaking the rules (no word that she agreed to ) she would have to be punished and began to lightly spank. Light strokes can begin to sting with many reps and as her cheeks began to glow with the room and she began to squirm I stopped and said, lets see if you learned… grabbing another fist full of hair I asked the same question, Who’s are you ? This time I got what I wanted to hear. Moans of submission and a tone that she wanted to do the right thing FOR ME. Now your are to be rewarded I told her as I bent forward to kiss her on the lips, In doing so I also reached in the box and removed the medium sized anal beads.

As a D it was a great feeling as I kissed her I sensed the passion that was running through her mind. I then went back around to “my spot”. Laying the bead innocently between the crack of her ass I lowered my self and began kissing, licking and nibbling the backs of her legs. As I worked more inside of her legs and closer to her pussy I could tell she was very close to an orgasm. So close that all I had to do was keep teasing without touching any part of her clit or pussy. She began to cum and drip. Which to me was an incredible erotic sight. I remember thinking, I was in Heaven, this is what I live for….. Knowing directly after her O she would be very sensitive I went around her got my fist full of hair and slowly slid the head of my cock in her mouth. I think she could sense or she just trusted that I was not going to ram the back of her throat forcing her to deep throat me she began to work some magic as she was still bound and seemingly a little frustrated that she not free enough and could not just take me in the way she wanted. That was ok, because the only purpose was to allow her pussy a little time to desensitize so I could continue my fun.

When I felt the time was right, I went around back again and said, “looky here, there just is not enough red in this room” and with that I picked up a paddle and began to work. Keep in mind at this point I don’t know if this woman ever even thought about the BDSM world let alone allow some almost stranger have his way with her so I was extremely cautious not to go too far. When that wonderful hue retruned and she began to squirm I backed off and began to kiss the sore area just a little. This time I had one thought in mind … EAT THAT PUSSY !

What is it about eating pussy for me? I just can’t get enough. There just seems to be something so wonderful about me having my face drenched with pussy juice as I assault and tease a woman’s lips, pussy and clit as she is somehow taking it all in. Why do I love eating pussy as much as I do? Is it the act?, Is it that I enjoy giving pleasure (service) the woman I’m with ? Is it the pheromones? Or is it the total submission and the offering of her self that I get off on ? I don’t know for sure but at this point this woman is very close to another O. And then it happened. Moaning, grunting and trying to thrash with the ropes holding her in place she lets out a whale and begins gushing all over my face. Like an old sailor wearing his slicker in a violent storm at sea I hung in there and made sure I completed the job. My chin is now dripping with her juices all over my face I begin to just lightly wipe my face on her butt. She is now trying to get her breath and is quivering as she lay, roped on my bench.

Needing her to calm just a little I went back in front of her and pulled a condom out of that little box. She saw this and I heard her say to her self, “oh God”. To which I barked ,,, “what, did you say something?” there was no answer only a whimper…. As I began to put the condom over the head of my cock I also inserted it in her mouth and said , “help me put this on” as I wanted her using her mouth to finish putting the condom on me. And like a trouper she did. I went back around her and picked up the anal beads whish had dropped on the floor and began gliding them across her ass to tease her. Her moans changed as she began to anticipate some ass play. I then lubed her puckering hole and began to slowly insert the first bead. She winced and tightened up closed like I was trying to drive a truck through a pin hole. I could tell Anal was not her thing and backed off out of respect. So she knew I had come to this conclusion I threw the beads back in the box so she could see I abandoned that Idea.

Now with a condom on that ass still in the air and the anal out the window there is only one thing left to do…. Yep I got behind her and gave her what she really wanted. After a few min I was very close and told her she was now going to get a facial. As I pulled the condom off she turned her head to one side as I lifted her and began running my cock in and out of her mouth. I then told her to keep her mouth open and just then I began to sensually paint her mouth and face with my serum. It coated her face and I could tell she was not into the taste but she did what I said anyway. Exhausted and spent I sit down on the bench right in front of her and tell her to gently take me back in her mouth. Time for the finish, the decent or the downside of the (climb) oral, and I don’t mean that as a negative.

99% of woman think just because I came means it’s over…. News Flash – its not ! I wish women understood, you cant sprint full force until you hit a wall which makes it come to an end. NO Its more like climbing a mountain, climaxing at the top and then slowly descending . Once at the bottom then and only then is it over. Well she learned this invaluable lesson that night which she did not care for due to the taste resistance and again I respected what I perceived to be one of her displeasures.

Thinking we are now finished since both of our legs are quivering I went in to the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth to help clean her face up a bit. Upon coming out of the bathroom there is her ass again, pointed right at me. What a beautiful sight. It caught me almost by surprise as devilish grin comes across my face I tell her that I’m going to untie her but I don’t want her to move. With one hand placed on the small of her back my other hand approached her pussy. I insert one my thumb and begging to encircle her G-spot. Her moaning and the movement of her hips tell me this will not be a long task when again she gushed all over my hand then layer almost lifeless across my bench.

With all the strength I had I picked her up and laid her in bed where we both were even too spent to even wrap out arms around each other, but somehow we managed and fell a sleep. About an hour and a half later I woke up and realized she had gotten up and was in the bathroom. When she came out she came back to the bed side and said she had to get home before her k*ds woke up. I drove her back to her car where we had a smile, a loving embrace before we said goodbye.

Update on the woman I met at a Starbucks;

After speaking to her a couple of times on the phone I picked up some real attitude issues that I would rather not get involved with. When I politely excused my self and informed her that I did not believe there was a future between her and I she only confirmed my thoughts on the attitude issues. She almost insinuated that I had no right to decide that “we” were not a worthy pair and became somewhat in sensed about it. Almost to say “she does the dropping and or deciding” how dare I cross that line…. LOL

A sub/slave recently asked me if I would ever consider a LTR with a switch. My knee jerk reaction was an infatic NO ! To me switching is a roll being played. I love to play but I don’t give up power ! I am an alpha male/Master.

Since I don’t think a great deal about three-somes I never really thought about another possibility.

After some thoughts, I thought to my self it may be possible to be in a LTR relationship with a switch ONLY if the hierarchy was consistent. Meaning the switch is 100% submissive to me if I decide to bring another sub in for play I would allow her to switch and become dom to the new subbie.  Under that scenario of course my slave/sub would need to be bi, I submit to NO ONE and I am not giving up any power.

Holy Crapola Batman !!!!!!

The Under size 14 thing !!!

I read more frustrations in women’s profiles and on the message board about men writing to them. Sometimes I wonder how many good contacts they pass on because they are so distressed in reading the mail from the Nutzo’s.

I read a post on the message board that I have to run up the flag pole. It was buy candystripper regarding “HAIR”. It is classy and well written. It is this type of attitude from a slave that I dream of. That is to say, she looks good and feels sexy to herself and enjoys her submissiveness and femininity .

http://www.collarchat.com/m_223800/tm.htm

(a vision)