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PLEASE = read my journal before contacting me. I am a divorced father of 2 beautiful teenage children and have been somewhat involved with the lifestyle for over 15 years. I am really just interested in friendship and delightful conversation and possibly meet other local people like myself. Be Well. DD.

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3/3/2011 9:08:38 PM

I am beginning to think that I may be masochistic. Every day I go into the chat rooms and watch grown men and women behave no better that high school students who sneaked away from mom and dad and got onto the computer without their knowledge. Has the lifestyle been so perverted that all people can do is just make fun of other peoples opinions? To me. Thinks are black and white. I was raised to believe that if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck and waddles like a duck.. its a duck. But no, We have to ask it why it thinks it is a duck. Ask it about its childhood. Run it through a whole battery of tests until we can twist the truth just enough to support their idiotic, stupid beliefs. Truth for them is only what they want it to be instead of what it is and when they begin to run out of foolish arguments to support their position. The, like children resort to jokes and insults about other peoples beliefs. I just no longer know what to do. it is like I fight to be a sane voice of reason in a world where reasonably sanity is not desired.  Oh well, At least this little rant is not off my chest.

 

DD


2/26/2011 2:52:29 PM

Today, I wish to discuss a book I came across. The book is called Master/slave and it is edited by N.T. Morley. it is a unique book for it is actually 2 books in one. A Section for masters and a section for slaves. Each section has 30 stories written by either a master or a slave and place in its appropriate section. I decided to read this book and in the introduction, I found the words that escaped me so well. I decided to post that introduction here for 2 reasons.

1. to give you an idea of my thoughts.

2. That it entices you to find this book and buy it and make it a part of your permanent

collection. You can find it in many bookstores and even on Amazon.com

 

Introduction

by N.T. Morley

In bringing together these stories, I realized how often erotica is told from the point of view of a submissive women surrendering to a dominant man. But what about that man----who is he? Is he a cruel, heartless exploiter. using his "victim" to satisfy his own needs? is he a tender lover, giving his woman exactly what she most desires even though she must be tied-up, shackled, bound, collared and humiliated to be able to receive it? Or is he simply, a man with needs like other men - needs so intense that he's willing to torment, restrain, and abuse the object of his affection in order to satisfy them?

The answer is that he IS all of those things and even more. The Stories in MASTER are told in the voices of dominant men taking power over women---power willingly given, but power nonetheless. There is an old Christian adage that says "the most powerful position is on your knees", and the women in Master have discovered that fact to be true---They kneel in prayer to their dominant Masters, worshiping the pleasures these men so forcefully provide. But as profound as it can be to give up power, The Male characters in this book make it quite clear that standing above a kneeling supplicant is a place of intense pleasure, as well.

The men in MASTER are not macho stereotypes or muscle-bound action heroes; rather, they are men who have learned that their pleasure comes from giving submissive women what they most desire---the chance to submit, to surrender, to experience release from all responsibility. They are controlling bastards, at times; they are sometimes callous, cruel, and arrogant, nasty and brutish. They're masculine archetypes, the in-control men that other men both envy and resent. But as you will understand as you read these stories, there is one trait that they share that your average Joe does not possess: As cruelly as they may treat their women, they never, ever take them for granted.

In the outside world, men who mistreat women are regarded by thinking people as a certain kind of criminal. In the bedroom, however, when a woman has whispered her darkest secrets into his ear, her breath warm against his flesh, when she has admitted to him her most taboo desires and, in so doing, giving him the most profound gift a woman can give to a man--When she has asked him to become the the bastard she so desperately wants him to be---he becomes a kind of god. Like the ordinary man who, in times of trouble or war or strife, must become a hero because that is what is needed, he takes on the responsibility of being the icon above reproach, the deity whom his lover will worship. It is a profound responsibility, and one not lightly by any but the reckless. And in taking that responsibility, he offers his girl the kind of gift that only a certain kind of man can give. Whether he's Daddy, Master, Lord, Sir or any number of expletives a willing bound woman may wish to heap upon him as he savages her, he has become more than man. Perhaps,  even, more than human.

I should note that, as in the companion volume slave, I speak of the bedroom only as a figure of speech. The men in MASTER do not constrain their deliciously brutish behaviors to the sleeping chamber. Quite the contrary: These Masters bring women to their knees in restaurants, nightclubs, living rooms, fetish clubs, dressing rooms, and warehouses equipped with pulleys and chains. They place those supple leather restraints around the wrists of their willing submissives on rooftops, dive bars, and offices. They strip their eager victims bare in public restrooms, public transportation -- even in alleys and on street corners. There are no doors on the bedrooms here, no rule that says a woman's submissive journey will begin in polite supplication before a four-poster bed. Rather, a woman who submits to these men, who lowers herself to her knees before them or sinks into their arms knows that nowhere is she safe---and nowhere is she safer.

 

Master is a book of stories about men who love women more than ordinary men could ever dream of doing. Whether you see yourself in the motorcycle boots of the narrators or the fuck-me pumps of their slaves. I hope you enjoy these adventures as much as i have.

 

Signed --N. T. Morley.   San Francisco, Summer 2003

 

 

For myself, I cannot think of any way to make it more clear then this gentleman and I once again urge everyone to find this book, buy it and read it vehemently.

 

DD


2/11/2011 8:21:49 PM

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 Age: 36
 Topeka, Kansas