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“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”
Anaïs Nin

“The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too”


Vincent van Gogh,
I am looking for a subslave/girl who enjoys not just the physical side of a Dom/sub/slave/girlrelationship but the complete psychological side of it too, one who realises that it's not all just about the bedroom but just as importantly, if not more important, what happens outside the bedroom. The D/s dynamic gives a very deep and intense relationship, Long term would be nice, if not fun now is great, bit of company, a partner in crime, weekends away, some to catch a movie with take it as it comes and see how it feels and grows. Submission eventually as the relationship develops. I am told I exude calmness and are quite wise. When the world hates you I will be your rock

As a general rule in life if I have to hide what I am doing then I shouldnt be doing it. Its so much easier to be honest and ethical, yet so many people are not. A submissive should have the respect of her master/dom / daddy as she is a person not just a blow up set doll.

I am artist so it would Be nIce if you appreciate beauty . I am a Master/ Dominate and will never switch. I can be a Daddy or not, I do care for my girls.

Integrity, loyalty and honesty are qualities that are the key stones to my character. I am a man who is masculine, capable, active and emotionally intelligent.
I am an intelligent, witty ( or half witty) man looking for a woman who wants to be loved and love back. I am very easy going and always look after a woman. I enjoy discussing things and get along well in social situations or leisurely night with just the two of us. I am an Artist some of my works are in my pictures "I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman."
- Anaïs Nin
To listen to Byrd , White, Nina Simone, to paint, the water on rocks , to wander through an art gallery, to look and touch things hundred of years old, Castle Howard, eating fruit from my lovers body under a starry Summer sky, a good bottle of wine(or two with the right person), sweet syrupy songs of soul, Miles Davis in my ears, a good book, leather, exploring spirituality and sexuality, encounters with interesting things, girls that purr in my lap, bondage, kissing until my tongue is bruised, writing, nipples, the curve of a woman's neck , the fall of her chest in the moonlight, roses, orchids, anything associated with vanilla(the bean...not the lifestyle), orgasms, good porn, a good movie , a good play ( by thespians) cooking and eating incredible food, good yum cha, laughing...and all of life's finer things...I could go on, but I'll stop there.

My Ideal Partner

Edit A woman who wants to sit in my lap and purr
perhaps a long term relationship, perhaps we will just enjoy what we have now, its all very flexible and we will just have to see, it would be great if it built into a LTR. However it will be what it will be and these things often take time . It will be D/s relationship, not as a session or a play date but a human life where D/s is part of the everyday

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4/5/2016 6:28:39 AM

Imagine a light. A light in the darkness. There is a bench, one meter by one meter. In the light. The bench smells slightly of leather from its newly laid covering. On the bench is a girl. She is naked. She has a leather blindfold on. The only noise is the soft chink of metal and the groan of leather as she tries her restraints. She finds she cannot move. Her arms are chained to the wide belt encircling her waist. On the belt are rings. It is to these rings that her black leather wrist restraints are attached. Her thighs have restraints on them, and the restraints are chained to the side of the bench. She kneels up sitting on her heels. Her thighs are parted so she can not close them. Her sex is clearly visible. There is a man. He stands on the edge of the light. He is dressed in black. Slowly he walks counter-clockwise. His black leather boots make a small noise with each step. The girl's senses compensate for her enforced blindness. She follows his steps. He steps closer. He is wearing a strong aftershave, and the girl marks it well. He continues his circling. The girl's senses compensate for her enforced blindness. She follows his steps. Her head turns as he makes his way around her. He stops silently, leans across, and softly strokes the thigh furthermost from him. The shock of the unexpected contact makes her cry out. She turns her head frantically, listening for the sounds of a second person. He remains immobile. He then continues his circuit, always counter-clockwise, the boots making a slight noise with each step. He moves slightly further into the darkness on his circuit, but the girl is unable to detect this small deviation. In his hand is a cube of ice. He stop in front of the girl. The girl knows she is being examined. Her tension grows. She shifts in her position. He waits. Her attention turns momentarily to her knees. He strikes. He places the ice on her nipple. She cries out in fear. She thinks the sudden overwhelming sensation feels as if she has been burnt. He runs the ice cube under her breast, down her belly. He removes the ice. Her senses correctly interpret the sensation as heat. Tension gnaws her belly, and she realises how defenceless she is. How totally powerless she is. How she is at his whim. Slowly he begins his circling again, allowing his boots to make a slight noise. He smiles, observing her endeavouring, straining to make some sense of her captivity. He stops and remains motionless. She feels the tension build in her. She knows he is behind her. She can feel him behind her. Uneasiness builds in the pit of her stomach. He blows a cool breath on her neck. The slight perspiration upon her body makes his breath feel as if the most delicious taste has been transmuted to her skin. Then quickly he breathes warm breath into her ear. A shudder starts low in her body and quickly spreads upwards through her until it reaches her face, whereupon she emits a low groan. The musky smell of her wantonness reaches his nostrils. He grabs the hair at the base of her skull and pulls her body back. Her back arches beneath his power. She is trapped by being bound to the podium and by the force he exerts on her. Her face feels the pain of her constriction, but then he reaches for her nipple and manipulates it. Her face becomes sublime as all pain becomes pleasure. He releases her. Her shoulders slump and drop as his touch, his will leaves her. He walks in front of her, then he reaches behind her and slaps her bottom. She sits bolt upright. Her mouth opens slightly and he places the knuckle of his bent index finger in her mouth. Desperately she sucks at his finger. She tries to fill herself with his will, to reconnect with his essence. He allows her to suckle until she calms. He picks up the black leather handle of the leash and unhurriedly and deliberately draws it away from her body. The chain rises from her thigh, up her belly, from between her breasts and finally to the black leather collar. He pulls slowly on the leash, and her body has to strain to retain its balance. He pulls and pulls; her body attempts to resist the force and not topple off the podium. When she is fighting the pull with all her might, he gives a jerk to the leash, and she falls forward. The thigh restraints which had formerly held her securely in place now act only as pivot points. He withdraws his finger, and a look of pain passes her countenance, then peace as her surrender becomes total and she waits to be used as he sees fit. Without his will she is an empty vessel. Then slowly, very slowly his hand moves up her thigh, not actually touching the skin but just above it, so the heat from his hand can be felt but not the actual touch. Slowly and patiently his hand advances up her thigh. When his hand reaches mid-thigh she can stand it no longer, and her hips lunge forward to engulf his hand. The leather and chains that restrain her thighs groan, and realising her failure, she too groans--a deep throated animal groan of frustration as her reason leaves her and she is reduced to her primeval self. He smiles at her attempt and the look of desolation on her face. His hand approaches the top of her thigh. Her pelvis lunges forward in a series of rapid movements, the chains that restrain her snapping and relaxing in a rapid tattoo. He removes his hand and plays with both of her nipples. Her straining now converges into an upward push as she tries to wrap herself around him. He steps back and observes on the lip of her sex one small drop of her lust, then another and another, until they gather and form one large drop. This drop falls to the leather beneath her and a glistening, shining patch gathers beneath her. The world recedes from her and she fills the world. She flies through sub-space, totally filling it and being filled by it. Every noise becomes a diamond, every touch a wave. Her body ceases to exist. He smiles upon her, knowing he has taken her. He plays upon her senses as a master soloist plays a violin. She responds under his control as he composes a concerto of sensation upon the fabric of her mind. Slowly he lets her return to this world. Her eyes clear. He holds out his hand for her to kiss in submission. No words need be spoken for both he and she know, he now owns her, mind body and soul. He picks up her leash and gently pulls on it for her to dismount. She slips off the bench, stretching her limbs. He pulls once on her leash and she follows. As he is dressed in black, the darkness quickly swallows him. The leash chain can be seen for a moment, reflecting in the dark. Then she, being naked and pale, disappears more slowly. Her back, a thigh, a calf, then finally the sole of her foot, appear then disappear.

 

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4/1/2016 6:24:34 AM

Monkeys

fucking stupid horrible creatures
yeah buy some food for the fuckers in a temple in bali, its all good untill one takes the packet out of my pocket and eats all of it
well fuck you, have it
then it looks for more, by putting his hand into my pocket
sort of cute if you like being molested by furry animals , otherwise its a struggle not to be pantsed,
a very bad day to go commando
no food, it gets pissed, so it grabs my guide book, I grab the other end, monkey human tug a war, then the fucker tries to bit me with these huge saber tooth like fangs and takes a chunk out of the book.

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fuck me the teeth were huge!!!!!
ok
have the fucking book, says I
I can wait it I think, it climbs up into a tree lounges back and starts to read the book upside down ( book not the monkey) out of my reach.
ok fucker I can wait , I think, looking up at it in the tree
it looks me directly in the eye and slowly rips the a page out and drops it on my face
the balinese temple boy laughs and says monkey business , naughty monkey.......naughty ,
I smile and grinningly tell him "go fuck yourself"
he laughs and gives me a cheery "fuck you"
"5 rupee i get back", says the temple boy impishly
I said "fuck off" encouragingly
the monkey decides the issue by dropping 5 pages in one go on my head
I said ok temple boy you have a deal
the boy throws the monkey a bag with banana in that is tied up so the monkey requires two hands to untie it and drops the book
i retrieve the pages and the book
and leave the stupid monkey temple

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another stupid monkey temple
I have just bought my girl a pair of very expensive designer glasses
there about 40 signs saying dont wear sunglasses painted on the way in in metre high letters
I tell her 60 times dont put the sun glasses on
we look at the stupid monkeys
we are walking out
she is the required three steps behind there is a shriek
a monkey has run up her back and taken the glasses
"why are you wearing the glasses ?"I say
she says "we were on our way out"
I could feel my blood pressure go into over drive
"why why why would the direction we are walking effect not wearing glasses?"
"but we were leaving she says"
"what!!!!!!!!!!!" I say , trying to stand erect as my blood pressure has now reached stroke proportions
"so the signs only work one way " I gibber
"the signs only face one way" she explains
" that is because no one else has ever thought, OTHER THAN YOU," I said pointedly " the monkeys would only steal sun glasses if you are walking in one direction"
breaking off this attempt to kill me with frustration
I pursue the monkey , who retreats to a bush growing out of the cliff with a sheer 200 metres drop to the sea.
The monkey looks at us through the glasses
indeed some what philisophicaly
I grow hopeful it might soon tire of them and possibly not drop them to the sea
. It the deliberately looks at me straight in the eyes through the lens and then pops out one lens then the other, stares straight at me , but this time not through the lens and frisbees them at me.
the casually drops the frames into the sea far far below us.

fucking monkeys

the a few months later the girl almost kills me on donkeys of death in Santarini in greece
fucking monkeys
fucking donkeys


4/1/2016 6:23:25 AM
"she is under my protection" he roared in capital letters to make sure everyone knew he was, very very very serious.
"NOW YOU WILL HAVE TO ANSWER TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!" he said with multiple exclamation points
"you can see on my profile, you HAVE to ask permission first to speak to ME" she added in a sultry 2nd life manner
Slowly he drew his mighty cyber sword and smote me a mighty blow
I collapsed bleeding pixels having learned my lesson

4/1/2016 6:22:36 AM

How are you today, I hope all is well with you .I am sorry to worry you with my Proposal for a relationship with you, but I know that you will grant my request in good faith and understanding, I am a:
Master
mistress
submisive
slave
dom
top
bottom
domme
switch

(please pick the one you are most interested in)

I just went Through your profile and I have no options than letting you Know that I am interested in having a relationship with you,

as you are a fine looking:
man
woman
intersex
(please tell me which one you are)

and I am a fine looking
man
woman
intersex

(as per your orientation)

my loins are :

Turgid
Wet
rigid
all of the above for you

I will also like to Know you the more, so you can send your banking details to my email address , plus age, real name address, mothers maiden name plus pass words to your banking accounts, as there are many frauds on the internet and I dont want to be cheated

so that I can send you more details about my self Including my picture.( please ensure you have answered the above queries so I may send you the right picture)

For personal references I direct you to Mrs Sawani Mtumbo the window of the recently deceeased Nigerian Oil minister who has 456 Billion dollars in an account and urgently wants to talk to you about using your account to transfer money from Nigeria as she has heard you are an honest person.

But bear in mind that Love has no colors barrier,but the only important Thing there is love. I am waiting for your mail to my email address


3/13/2016 4:02:33 AM

Imagine a light. A light in the darkness. There is a bench, one meter by one meter. In the light. The bench smells slightly of leather from its newly laid covering. On the bench is a girl. She is naked. She has a leather blindfold on. The only noise is the soft chink of metal and the groan of leather as she tries her restraints. She finds she cannot move. Her arms are chained to the wide belt encircling her waist. On the belt are rings. It is to these rings that her black leather wrist restraints are attached. Her thighs have restraints on them, and the restraints are chained to the side of the bench. She kneels up sitting on her heels. Her thighs are parted so she can not close them. Her sex is clearly visible. There is a man. He stands on the edge of the light. He is dressed in black. Slowly he walks counter-clockwise. His black leather boots make a small noise with each step. The girl's senses compensate for her enforced blindness. She follows his steps. He steps closer. He is wearing a strong aftershave, and the girl marks it well. He continues his circling. The girl's senses compensate for her enforced blindness. She follows his steps. Her head turns as he makes his way around her. He stops silently, leans across, and softly strokes the thigh furthermost from him. The shock of the unexpected contact makes her cry out. She turns her head frantically, listening for the sounds of a second person. He remains immobile. He then continues his circuit, always counter-clockwise, the boots making a slight noise with each step. He moves slightly further into the darkness on his circuit, but the girl is unable to detect this small deviation. In his hand is a cube of ice. He stop in front of the girl. The girl knows she is being examined. Her tension grows. She shifts in her position. He waits. Her attention turns momentarily to her knees. He strikes. He places the ice on her nipple. She cries out in fear. She thinks the sudden overwhelming sensation feels as if she has been burnt. He runs the ice cube under her breast, down her belly. He removes the ice. Her senses correctly interpret the sensation as heat. Tension gnaws her belly, and she realises how defenceless she is. How totally powerless she is. How she is at his whim. Slowly he begins his circling again, allowing his boots to make a slight noise. He smiles, observing her endeavouring, straining to make some sense of her captivity. He stops and remains motionless. She feels the tension build in her. She knows he is behind her. She can feel him behind her. Uneasiness builds in the pit of her stomach. He blows a cool breath on her neck. The slight perspiration upon her body makes his breath feel as if the most delicious taste has been transmuted to her skin. Then quickly he breathes warm breath into her ear. A shudder starts low in her body and quickly spreads upwards through her until it reaches her face, whereupon she emits a low groan. The musky smell of her wantonness reaches his nostrils. He grabs the hair at the base of her skull and pulls her body back. Her back arches beneath his power. She is trapped by being bound to the podium and by the force he exerts on her. Her face feels the pain of her constriction, but then he reaches for her nipple and manipulates it. Her face becomes sublime as all pain becomes pleasure. He releases her. Her shoulders slump and drop as his touch, his will leaves her. He walks in front of her, then he reaches behind her and slaps her bottom. She sits bolt upright. Her mouth opens slightly and he places the knuckle of his bent index finger in her mouth. Desperately she sucks at his finger. She tries to fill herself with his will, to reconnect with his essence. He allows her to suckle until she calms. He picks up the black leather handle of the leash and unhurriedly and deliberately draws it away from her body. The chain rises from her thigh, up her belly, from between her breasts and finally to the black leather collar. He pulls slowly on the leash, and her body has to strain to retain its balance. He pulls and pulls; her body attempts to resist the force and not topple off the podium. When she is fighting the pull with all her might, he gives a jerk to the leash, and she falls forward. The thigh restraints which had formerly held her securely in place now act only as pivot points. He withdraws his finger, and a look of pain passes her countenance, then peace as her surrender becomes total and she waits to be used as he sees fit. Without his will she is an empty vessel. Then slowly, very slowly his hand moves up her thigh, not actually touching the skin but just above it, so the heat from his hand can be felt but not the actual touch. Slowly and patiently his hand advances up her thigh. When his hand reaches mid-thigh she can stand it no longer, and her hips lunge forward to engulf his hand. The leather and chains that restrain her thighs groan, and realising her failure, she too groans--a deep throated animal groan of frustration as her reason leaves her and she is reduced to her primeval self. He smiles at her attempt and the look of desolation on her face. His hand approaches the top of her thigh. Her pelvis lunges forward in a series of rapid movements, the chains that restrain her snapping and relaxing in a rapid tattoo. He removes his hand and plays with both of her nipples. Her straining now converges into an upward push as she tries to wrap herself around him. He steps back and observes on the lip of her sex one small drop of her lust, then another and another, until they gather and form one large drop. This drop falls to the leather beneath her and a glistening, shining patch gathers beneath her. The world recedes from her and she fills the world. She flies through sub-space, totally filling it and being filled by it. Every noise becomes a diamond, every touch a wave. Her body ceases to exist. He smiles upon her, knowing he has taken her. He plays upon her senses as a master soloist plays a violin. She responds under his control as he composes a concerto of sensation upon the fabric of her mind. Slowly he lets her return to this world. Her eyes clear. He holds out his hand for her to kiss in submission. No words need be spoken for both he and she know, he now owns her, mind body and soul. He picks up her leash and gently pulls on it for her to dismount. She slips off the bench, stretching her limbs. He pulls once on her leash and she follows. As he is dressed in black, the darkness quickly swallows him. The leash chain can be seen for a moment, reflecting in the dark. Then she, being naked and pale, disappears more slowly. Her back, a thigh, a calf, then finally the sole of her foot, appear then disappear.

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