Got through my first year of retirement. Nope not bored. Got a fair amount of projects finished, and a few extea miles on the Harley. Figure to do the same this year. It would be nice to have a slave to smack around in between. 

  Today I reached a milestone. I retired... Time for a new chapter in my life. No more work, no more clock punching, no more rising at 5 A.M. No more steel toed work boots, no more hardhat, no more whining co-workers, no more bullshit. It feels pretty good.

   No Skype, no twitter, no kik, no facebook, so now you can stop asking. I do not feel the need to splash my life over the world via the net. Enough of it sits here.

     Complain about spelling???

 If you can read this, you are one of the 55 people out of 100 who can.

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                           About ageing.

 As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend..

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love .. I will.

     I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

    They, too, will get old.
     I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten.. And I eventually remember the important things anyway...

     And yes, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

    I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep lines on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore..
I've even earned the right to be wrong...

   So, to answer the question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day(if I feel like it).

      It's Offical... I'm old.

  I turned 60 this past weekend. There was a time I didnt think I would make it past 30, so it's a milestone. A few pals, a couple of strippers, and a roast. Of course I over did it. I turned 60.

   I'm so old my birth certificate is a stone tablet.

   I can remember when stop signs were hieroglyphics.

   My prom theme was fire.

   The candles on my B-day cake were directly responsible for 3 degrees of global warming.

   I can remember when the dead sea wasnt even sick.

   Moses still owes me a sheckle.

   From time to time I still crave Mastodon meat.

   My memory is in black and white.

   I actually dialed a rotary phone before facebook.

   I fart dust and shoot powder.

   There was no history class when I was in school.

   Sometimes right in the middle of a sentence I...

Ahh yes the early years. When a wife was shown her place. http://www.spankingtube.com/video/9437/spanking-clips-from-movies

                          50 Shades of newsflash.

http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/sideshow/fifty-shades-grey-steak-sauce-assault-171428353.html

     She must have been a saucy wench.

     I wonder if Christian Grey puts sauce on his meat.

   Ironic her name is McCormick.

                                Another Bikeweek.

   Havent been off the bike much in the last two and a half days. Kinda feel like a saddle tramp. BBQed chickin, Babyback ribs, Itialian sausage, the Bike wash girls. The sights, sounds, smells, the steady roar of man and machine. They really should have more then just two bike events a year here.

                         Lets narrow the field.

     In the last month or two or more I have turned down a number of prospects/offers. Lets begin with the "littles", "pets" (including furrys, ponys, and puppys), and "babygirls" that I have no interest in. I prefer my female well grounded with both feet firmly planted on the ground...Point made, lets move on.

     I actually had a sub write me and ask what would I be willing to do to earn her "gift of submission". That was not the entire content of her message, but it was the part that almost made me pee my pants. Ya, it took a minute to stop laughing. Let me make this plain and recorded for future reference. Your submission is not a gift, it is a given. I as a dominant offer control, boundries, discipline, protection, guidance, etc... the very things you as a sub claim you need in your life to feel somewhat close to normal. Then by her train of thought it can be fairly said I am the one that is offering the gift. The gift of Dominance. Sounds ludicrous dosnt it. If you agreed you would be right. Its as laughable and absurd as the gift of submission. The one and only gift out there is what ...you give each other... through whatever type of relationship that works best for you. In my case that would be a loving caring M/s relationship.

     Lets go a step futher. If you are listed as a slave you better know what that truly means. To come to me with a laundry list of limits and wont do's will only elicit a wry smirk and a no thanks. In what era was it ever permissible for a slave to set any kind of limit on her owner/master. I often wonder how anyone can sit comfortably on that high horse with their head stuck so far up their ass. As for the rest... I am sure there are no shortages of (Ahem) dominants that are more then willing to dance like a marrionette on the end of your string to prove how worthy he is to "earn your gift".  Kindly stick to them in the future. You will not find a watered down version of Dominance here.

    A brief note to said doms... In any relationship where you allow a sub/slave to tell you what you can and cant do, what areas of her life you can and can not control, you are not in charge of anything. She holds the power over you. She tells you what goes. You just sorta go along, thinking all the while you are in charge. She on the other hand is laughing up her sleeve knowing you are her puppet. Think about it.

                 ANIMALS NOT INCLUDED.

   Reciently I have had females from both sides of the "pet" coin write me about the photo of my dog.  Having a pic of my dog on my profile is only to indicate that I like and have pets. The dog is not for sex. I repeat... NO PET SEX.

   For those of you looking for K-9, piss off/move on... For those of you that assume that the pic indicates pet sex, sending hate mail only makes you look like a complete ass. Like my profile says, "My limits apply".. Next time try reading the profile and asking what the limits are . Good grief, why would I want to lay up with some bitch that sucks and fucks with dogs...

      I hope this has cleared it up for future viewers.

   Now that HELL is over, summer is here.

                      A good slave.
     A good slave is proud. She respects herself and her Master. Her person is pleasing, her temper amiable and her heart open and kind. A good slave is hopeful and strong. She knows love therefore she gives love. She delights in relieving the wants of her Master. A good slave is virtuous and walks with honor. A good slave knows that her love has great power and value and is mindful of that always. A good slave remembers her past, understands her present, and strives toward her Masters goals for her future. A good slave loves and protects her Masters property, foremost including herself. She cherishes her Masters direction and never strays.

   Whine and cry, or say Goodbye:
 

     I see it a lot lately, this ones fake, that ones a time waster. Half the time it comes from the Dom/mes.  I can understand it coming from the sub's, they, after all, are the ones that get screwed over the most by the ones they out. But, you Dom/mes that whine and cry like little babies. It makes you look weak, soft and ineffectual. As Dom/mes we are in this life with some basic unspoken responsibilities. To be leaders, teachers, protector of the weak. What do you think others learn form your whining? How does a whining baby lead?
  So you spend time talking to someone, it didn't work out.  Pull up your big girl undies and get over it. Move on. Try to remember the last half of the word "wisdom" and start living it.
   And remember, if you don't like the site, or the people in it you can always close out your account. It begins with "Delete profile" and ends when you click the little red X in the upper right corner.

 The shock of the lie...
 Or Innocence lost.
  
   While standing in the checkout line I had the misfortune to be within ear shot of two females that were complaining incessantly about their life and all that was wrong in it. It was all the usual stuff about family and friends and I had just about tuned them out when something caught my ear. One was complaining about how her young child had just told her first lie. "and told it to me" she exclaimed. I thought about C.M. and all the postings I had read about posers and lies told here.
  I wondered about this for a while. What makes the child lie to the parent. Or a person uncaringly deceive another. After some thought it suddenly dawned on me. Why I didn't see it before I think, is because I never had kids of my own, so I never went through the lies we raise children with.
  Just a few.......
  The tooth fairy, I remember the quarter I used to wake up to under my pillow. Lose a tooth and the fairy "pays" you a visit.
  The Easter bunny, and all the painted eggs, which has absolutely nothing to do with Easter or Christ rising from the dead.
   And especially poignant at this time of year Santa (I wont even go into the flying reindeer) who has nothing to do with the birth of Christ. How many times have your kids heard, "You better be good or Santa wont come". 
  Oh sure, we see these things as harmless really. But, as with all things seen harmless, they build, and build, until suddenly.... 
  Kids are taught to deceive at a very early age, so it's no real surprise that it carries over into adulthood. So, the next time you feel like posting on C.M. about some poser that lied to you. Just blame his/her parents.

    Observations I have made.
  On medical leave from work for a blown appendix I have had more time on my hands to be on C.M.
 In the last month I have read the journals and thoughts of a lot of people. Here are a few observations. 
   A female sub with photos of 3 fingers in her pussy whining about why she only gets mail from a certain type of Dom. 
  The Dom who tells the world about his nervous breakdown, and wonders why he is still searching. 
  Quite a number of those that are sick of the site and are leaving.
 Just go, trust me you wont be missed.  
  The crying broken hearted released slave (fresh out of a 6 year relationship) that is collared the very next day, and more deeply in love with the "bestest" Dom in the world. 
  The midget domme ( ya ok, little person) that wants to fist a 6 foot sub male. 
  A cross-dresser who wants to be sissified but has more hair then King Kong. 
  A Dom that actually thinks he's the devil.
  The switch who wants to be spanked in a casket, and wants her goth look permanently tattooed on her face. Wonder how she will fit in with that crowd at about 40. 
  A male Dom and female sub who think they are vampires. Not sure if they know each other or not. Maybe we should match them up. 
  Online (only) tribute dommes that have no cam. 
  The religious fanatic who wants to own 9 slaves. 
  And lets not forget the pregnant lesbian. 
   This is only a small portion of things I have seen this last month.
   Conclusion: I'm feeling like an island of sanity in the middle of the bizarro sea. 
   We really do put the fun in dysfunctional... 
   Jerry Springer... eat your heart out.
  
   

     Meeting safe. 

Here are some tips to make your first meeting a safe meeting.  
  Ask him to bring a  copy of his drivers license to your meeting. Make sure the address is current.
 Mail it to a trusted friend, not to your own address. It's to easy to just drive by and take it back once delivered. Bring the envelope with you and meet near a post office, or public mail box so you can deposit it right away. Don't forget the stamp, and never give him your address to have him just mail it to you.
   Set up hourly safe calls, calls made to you and calls that you make to another friend. You can even have a friend follow you around. For this it's best to have dates that keep you on your feet walking around in public places. And of course never ever meet any where other then a public place. If you cant have a friend follow you, keep them updated as to where you are, and where you are heading next. If the plan changes call right away to let your "safe caller" know.
  If you ask a Dom to copy his license and he balks, or refuses that is a very big red flag. Turn away and run. No true Dom that is really interested in you will say no. 
And remember when the date is over don't forget to call your friend and let them know you are safe at home.
     Almost forgot, one last thing. Make sure your friend can come pick you up at a moments notice. If things go south and he wont give you a ride back to your car, you don't want to be stranded or have to get back in his car. Never have him pick you up at your house. Always keep your dates local to your town, not his. This will help you if you need to call a friend for a ride. Keep it safe. If you are unsure you even want to get in his vehicle, just follow him in your own. No true Dom/Master will have an issue with any of these safe points.

      Using your head, Or how to cut down on the fakes mailing you.
   I like reading the journals, it's like a little hobby. While many complain about the fakes and all the mail they receive one in particular caught my attention today. She complained about the fakes and stated that she was taking a break because of it. Funny part was she posted it in all three profiles she had. Here was the no brainer part. Three times the profiles equals 3 times the fake mail. I wonder if shes taking her  break at campquityourbitchin.  

You will never be able to look forward as long as you are peering over you're shoulder at your past. Let it go...

      It's about perspective, Or are there really that many fakes. 
    Lets hope this wont drag out to much, but it is a mouthful....   40 years ago I began my journey into the B.D.S.M. world. Back then it was a closed door society, you didn't get in unless you knew someone and they thought you would make a good addition to the life. Things were pretty cut and dry. We had the occasional switch (usually female) but for the most part we were Master and slaves. Subs with their so called "gift of submission" were nowhere to be found. Nor were they invited in until they were properly schooled. Now we have everything from subs, to bisexual trans lez.. Still trying to figure out how that one works. With the advent of he Internet this lifestyle came suddenly into the spotlight. Now they come from every possible corner of the world looking to find their niche. Many are artful scammers, some are players, others just bored or unhappy with their life, so they log on to belong to something meaningful even for only an hour or two.
The list goes on. You have online collars, collars of consideration, collar of protection, and lets not forget the most important of collars... those of real life. As each of us find and enter this lifestyle we have an understanding of what it means to us personally. As we learn and grow that "perspective" changes. But... what never seems to change it the level of tolerance we have for others in the life that are not on the same level as we might be. One is called a fake because he or she may not answer a mail genuinely sent by another. The Dommes (not all) get slammed because of wanting tribute. Others have used panties for sale. (A small side note, my laundry hamper is full if interested, lol...) The point is that for every one of us out there, for every new level of lifestyle that gets invented there is someone that will be on the opposite side thinking "now that's what I want". That is their perspective. All the crying, reporting, bitching, and complaining isn't going to change a thing. If you are not part of the solution, you are still part of the problem. So... what do we do???
      I propose we create a panel of lifestylers, well mixed containing Master, slave Domme, sub, and yes even the bi trans lez. Whoever we believe to be real. They can come up with a questionnaire, do phone interviews, cam verification, and determine if new ones coming into the life are real or fake. Those that pass the testing process can acquire for a small tribute (to keep the panel paid for all this hard work) a watermark of sorts to be attached to their profile. This will help those that believe they are real to single out others that are real. Thus eliminating the frustration of contacting or being contacted by all those fakes out there No watermark, no contact. We can ever petition C.M staff to add another button or feature to allow only watermarked lifestylers to be allowed to contact each other. One alternative is everyone that believes fakes abound can make a donation to the cause of creating yet another website for B.D.S.M.ers and filter out all they believe to be fakes as they register. I wonder just how many accounts would actually be on that site.
     Sarcasm is just another service I offer.

   Ahhh, righteous indignation... Doesn't it make for quite the speech. This is about adding people to my favorites list. When i read a profile and I find something that I like, or it makes me think about things slightly different then I have previously thought then I will add that profile to my my favorites so I can go back from time to time and re-read it to get a better or more full understanding about how other people think about the life we live. After almost 40 years living the livestyle I still learn something new. That is part and parcel of what we are. Learning. So if I have added you to my fav's. and you don't like it... to bad. If you don't want to get added then hide your profile. Or keep it (like so many others) more blank then filled. If there were a place to tuck profiles away in a "read again bin" I would put them there instead. But alas, it's not to be....Remember this most of all. It's my favorites list, not my or your "FRIENDS" list. Deal with it.