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Greetings. Within the context of this forum I would describe myself primarily as dominant. I prefer relationship and commitment to long term rather than random play partnerships and short term pleasures. I am open minded and not judgemental toward the choices of others. ?My experiences in the 'lifestyle' are many and I do enjoy conversations on many aspects and tastes in D/s and BDSM, though my intentions are clearly to find a suitable partner who shares enough of the traits and tastes in D/s where we would have a strong chance at a deep, fulfilling relationship intended for long term. I'm not fond of generalizations or assumptions. I try not to make them and hope to not be confined by them on the basis of my writing or opinions of others. I realize that just stating that I am dominant is vague so I will elaborate. Things have evolved in the lifestyle since my beginnings. With the dawn of the age of information, things have become more common as opposed to the underground sense. Structures and dynamics have developed, common notions have been grouped into dynamics with titles and familiar language. As difficult as it is for me to declare my status and tastes by title for fear of being stereotyped because of such generalized notions, I will say that I do enjoy dominance and submission as a base dynamic. Having experienced various activities, I am open to many types of 'play', if you will, and what I call sub-dynamics. For example, D/s being the absolute main principle structure, I have enjoyed the'Daddy/girl or babygirl dynamic but it should not be assumed that I am into age play. In fact, the Dd/bg dynamic is one that I find extremely fulfilling. However, every person is different and our needs and tastes are unique. I would say that what works best is what is drawn out of me based on my partner's and my needs. I'm not married to one dynamic but there exists an ultimate joy. There is a fine line of what one wants and what one is able to find contentment in settling for. Ultimately, I believe in the connection of two people first and foremost...basically, love. In an effort to describe what I'm like, what I like, I write in my journal. I'd invite anyone to read and share in discussion. If you are female, single and available and find a personal interest in me, then by all means, I invite you to say hello. I'm very open and warm, an experienced teacher and guide, in many other aspects of life as well. i'm not a school teacher but I've taught classes on numerous interests. I also consider myself a good friend to have and seek the same. Know yourself, find yourself, see yourself, be yourself. God created only one you. You must be pretty cool. El
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98% Degrader
98% Master/Mistress
95% Owner
95% Rigger
91% Primal (Hunter)
87% Sadist
75% Daddy/Mommy
72% Brat Tamer
32% Experimentalist
22% Voyeur
20% Ageplayer
12% Non-monogamist
8% Vanilla
8% Exhibitionist
2% Switch
1% Degradee
1% Pet
1% Primal (Prey)
1% Slave
1% Masochist
0% Rope Bunny
0% Submissive
0% Brat
0% Girl/Boy
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The feel of her breast delights me to no end. I took hold of her nipple and pinched softly, then pulled gently until she leaned toward me, watching her eyes. I leaned, turning toward her and took hold of the other, pulling as I neared her face, slowly breathing her in from my nose sliding around her face. "A taste", I said feeling and smelling her skin. She slowly reached down, parting her thighs enough to slide her fingers between her lips. Several passes and her finger slid inside her. She was wet with love. She raised her hand to my mouth and I savored her drenched
fingers, watching her eyes, sensing her lusty passion as she watched and felt my mouth. My tongue caressed her fingers as I touched her belly and slid my hand down between her legs. In one motion my middle finger slid inside her very wet pussy. Hooking my finger I pressed against the outer wall, gently circling, simultaneously reaching behind her neck and pulling her lips to mine. She moaned of love and pleasure, her breaths deepening through her nose. I moaned back, thrusting my finger deeper. Minutes passed...fingering her and kissing her, she rose and lowered slightly, her thighs flexing, her pelvis slowly moving forward and back as I slowly moved my finger in and out with constant pressure, closing my other hand on her hair, powerful fingers rubbing her scalp. 'Tell me", I said. She let out a heavy sigh into my mouth breathed out passionately whispering, "I love you". |
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I called her by the name I gave her and she came. I pointed to the floor beside my chair where I sat and she knealt. I leaned toward her and touched my lips and she put her lips on mine and remained there because she knows. I savoured the feel of her soft lips on mine for a while. I grabbed a fistful of her hair at her nape and parted her lips with my tongue and she simultaneously opened to me and we kissed, and kissed more. I tightened my grip on the fistful of hair and pulled her face away. Her eyes remained on mine and I pointed to her shirt and gestured it away. She removed it and dropped it at her side. She undid her bra and did the same. I rested my hand, Palm up, comfortably on the armrest and she brought herself closer, took my hand and kissed my palm softly, she carefully turned my hand over, kissed my fingers, turned it again and kissed my wrist, then brought her breast to my hand. I touched her, caressed her, held her in my hand and continued my reading. |
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It was like making out with her belly button as she moved sensually responding back to my mouth on her flesh. Her effort to feel and carress my body with her feet were sweet and futile due to the restraints at her knees but I found myself moving slightly left and right in response and to assist her. I then slid down further, wrapping my arms under her spread thighs, delighting at how flexible and apart her legs were. I diminished my sense of sight for now to not allow myself feral appetite for her sensual sevretions to surge. Patiently, I continued to absorb the splendor of her flash, the intimacy of where I was and the familiar taste, texture and smell of her skin..all the while experiencing vthe feelings of ownership and being just where I belonged, at the core of her pleasure. Though eager to feed, I mouthed my way to the thick, protruding tendons of her right inner thigh..relishing the redness caused by the deliberately slow but rigorous sucking and biting in my travels. Her, at times, loudly expressed moans of painful pleasure in response to some more intense chewing on her flesh ignited more fervor in my soul, I clamped my teeth down with a mouthful of this, one of many favorite spots, this powerful tendon. Her response was magical, her body slowly wrenching, her back arching, her breasts shooting outward, thighs struggling against the restraints, mercilessly and a bit crazed my teeth remained clamped on her, sunken into her skin, my lips useless in containing the saliva as my mouth watered. Off to the left for more, a matching bite mark and continued yelps of delicious pain. It was time to feed. ...
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I raise myself above you, my eyes yearn to look at yours. We stare into each other's eyes for a long moment. You're silent...you're exactly where you belong...under my body. I feed my eyes with your beauty. Hungry. I feed on your neck. The taste I love. Biting, sucking, sensing your responses, working my way down..your delicious collar bones. I love your bones...your veins and sinew. Finally, I reach your breasts. There my soul rests. You are my delicacy, I know you're watching me. I know you know what you are to me and I know, with every nibble, soft kiss, hard suckle.. you're in your glory. Triumphant. You are someone's everything. You boast of your desirability to your Master to the universe with every offer of yourself.
I venture downward. Kissing, deep inhales of your scent every step of the way. My hands hold your sides firmly. I feel those ribs simultaneously as I kiss my way down and around. The softness of your sidws just under your ribs. My balance shifts. My oosition changes..I'm headed somwhere. But there's no rush. Too much to sense with each sense. This is mine. I reach your belly button. My little friend. I've eaten out of there, It's a milepost. Intimacy area. And her neighbor below. I'll taste her soon. |
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There is something different about being bound and kissed all over. Controlled unbound and examined intimately...objectified and adored all the while...scrubbed thoroughly, rigorously, with course exfoliation (a little painful, perhaps more so) then tenderly pampered with lotions.
A vision:
Naked, lying down, arms bound to headboard above, legs bound apart as far as possible at the knees...feet free. I climb above you...clothed for now. First, long soft kisses on the forehead, the cheeks...for minutes...many long soft kisses resting my lips on your skin. My hands holding your face, grabbing handfuls of hair, resting softly on you supporting my weight on my knees and elbows. My knees pushing under your thighs, your ankles dangling. Only your hips and knees down can react. Then, a precious moment our lips meet. I grow in my pants as emotions whirl. Long kisses, my grip on your hair speaking to you, our tongues meet. Tremendous surge of arousal and emotion...we kiss...we kiss long...we kiss true..we kiss...one lips, one tongue...connected, one moisture, connected and connecting. Bound yet free.
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Substance:
Total power exchange, TPE. There is fantasy and there is reality. Somewhere there is a balance. To surrender your will is to submit and subordinate yourself to another. To pretend that another can manage you to the point of every move or thought in actuality is to be less yourself. I cannot honor or value a person who is not themselves. I'm not trying to duplicate myself in another but add the other half of myself to become whole. I'm driving and navigating and don't need a silent passenger as one sitting in a taxi. There is no substance in a person who is not themselves. I read so much nonsense about TPE. I don't see the benefit of it as described so often, mostly by submissives. The less you think, the less you are. I am the head and she the body but we are one. A mindless slave cannot offer herself as a woman. Players can enjoy a type of temporary power exchange, total if you will. But relationship is ongoing and a completely different dynamic altogether. I need all of her to be whole. |
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Upon arrival, after some instruction on protocols, I held out my hand, she placed her hand in mine and I led her to the bedroom..to the side of the dresser near the 4door. She stood there silent as instructed. I went over to the bed and took off my belt and laid it flat perpendicular to edge. I was in no hurry. I stood there about five feet away, quiet and looking elsewhere but at her. I let myself feel for a few moments. She stood quietly still. I could sense her nervousness...her anxiousness and her excitement. I sat down on the edge of the bed. Staring at her, her bold, beautiful eyes stared back. "Face the dresser and place your hands on top," I commanded. She turned toward the dresser and lay her hands on top at just higher than her breasts. "Why are you wet?" I asked. She proved cautious and respectful as she said,"Sir, I don't know that I am." She did not turn her head but her eyes followed her thoughts to speak. I rose, placed a bottle of water in front of her and said firmly, "Keep your eyes on this."
I maneuvered behind her and paused, letting her think, letting her wonder. I raised her shirt and quickly undid her waist and lowered her bottoms and panties to just above her knees in one move. I could feel her tense up but purposed to oblige with a slight shift to free herself in between. I slid my hand between her cheeks gently but hardly in a sensual way to check her pussy for wetness. I found only slight residual moisture probably from earlier and no more than normal. Her arousal was directly a result of nerves and anticipation. I walked back a few steps and said, "Aren't you enjoying my company?" She turned to me, almost desperately looking at me and said, "Sir, of course," and before she could finish, I went forward and slapped her ass hard. "KEEP YOUR FUCKING EYES ON THAT BOTTLE!!!" My face remained inches from behind her ear for a few moments until I slid my hand up the back of her thigh, up and across the red hand print, gently hovering and caressing in place. "Mistakes are not welcomed but allowed because you're learning. Did that feel good?" I could smell her hair, her skin, her emotions. My hand continuing to caress. She cautiously answered, "Yes." I distinctly froze and said, "Yes what?" One heartbeat next, I grabbed her cheek firmly. "YES SIR," She said with equal firmness. I moved closer to her center, cheek still in hand, still a firm grip, sensing slight discomfort and moved her hair away from her nape. I kissed her neck softly and open-mouth sucked her skin with drenched lips and tongue. I repeated opening, sucking and closing my lips around that spot, enlarging the area of wetness on the side and nape of her neck. I reached up, placed my hand over hers, dwarfing her hand with mine, took hold and lowered her hand to feel the swelling in my pants. Kissing and sucking her neck, I spoke softly, "Feel that?" She nodded. "Feel good?" She felt and grabbed gently of her own will, her knees moved and I could feel her slightly move her pelvis back to me once, then again. "This result is from you. You did this to me," I said. Before she cook utter, I froze with a snap again, my grip on her ass, my grip immobilizing her other hand, almost pinning her against the dresser. I snarled, "Dooonot ssspeak!" Her eyes went from startled oblivion to searching for the bottle. She refocused and remained still, breathless. I released my grip gradually to move away. She remained there, legs somehow slightly more apart. I returned closer again and reached between her legs and my first three fingers held together like a knife and parallel to her ass crack, slid into a very wet pussy. For the first time I felt inside her. It was perfect, it was right. I felt a rush of emotion, pure attraction and I loved it. It was a bit tight, feeling almost unused and amazingly fluid. I know she felt the disprportionate size of my hand inside her. "Whose is this?" I asked in her ear, realizing I was pressing a very hard, throbbing cock against her left cheek. I felt around her lips, spreading intense wetness. I slid my finger inside her again. "Yours," she said. I grabbed her face by the jaw bone, turning her face to me, seeing her eyes surrender, looking into me, I kissed her twice, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. My left hand slid up, my wet right hand followed, feeling her body up to her breasts, centering my torso to press my cock between her cheeks. I cupped her supple breasts gently and grasped her nipples kneeding them. "Whose are these?" "Yours." She writhed in my grasp. I reached my hand back down the crack again and felt her hot anus. "Whose?" She hesitated as her body slowed from a gentle sway in pleasure against my body to a distracted stillness. I did not penetrate it with my finger but delicately slid it across which sent fire through my body to my loins. I know she was hesitant, even perplexed. "Yours..." she said in defiance to her own will. |
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Gestures that say "I am yours" and "You are mine". She opens her blouse to me. She wants me to look at her pretty virtues. I say, "Look up." She looks up. I say, "Open." She opens her mouth. I take hold of her face with both hands, grasp her top lip and eat it, suck it gently, tasting it with my tongue. She remains still. I say, "Tongue out." She extends her tongue. I take her tongue in my mouth and softly suck it, my lips even enter her opened mouth, I feel her breath from her nose, so cute, so obedient. I say, "My delicious woman." I reach down and touch her. I find wetness. I'm content. I walk off, my hand the last to leave her. She's flushed, she on. She quietly goes about her business. She knows what comes later. She tears when I'm inside her, facing her, kissing her neck, her lips... She undoes my boots because they come off easier than when I pull my feet out. I hate tying them, but I'd never forbid her. She takes my socks off and runs the shower. I guess I'm taking a shower. She helps me undress, she takes my clothes, I step into the shower, let the water run on my head, washing the day away. Moments later, she's behind me, her arms under mine, I feel her breasts on my back, her lips on my nape. Paradise on earth. |
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Random...
Obedience. The start of all things.
I asked, "Tell me something you would like me to do."
Worst answer: "Anything that pleases you Master."
Best answer: "I want to feel your tongue in my ass again...that was nice."
Him: Come here. We're going to kiss for 5 minutes. her: Should I time us? Him: Seriously? her: pffft...giggle 6 minutes later... her: talking while kissing, "I think we went over.." Him: 5 more minutes...(she pulls her shirt off)...Hey! kissing only! her: grabs a boob and rubs her nipple on His nose.... Him: mumbling with boob in mouth...No fair treacherous little bitch! 45 minutes later... Him: We have to go...now! her: Ok...I need a quick shower. Him: Ok..let's go quick. No wait...you better go first...we might not leave. her: grabs His arm... That evening at dinner... Him: staring at her... That was Hot. her: huge grin... Yeah.
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Now I know why they say save a copy of your writing. |
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What I like, what I'm like...and other stuff.
We always hold hands when we're out walking. I may take her by the wrist. I have a tendency to fondle and caress her hand in mine.
We will have many conversations while she straddles me as we sit talking, telling me about her day, face to face as my hands hover around her body, breathing in her breath, kissing her neck, her shoulders, caressing her breasts.
I need to feel her flesh always. Her warmth, her energy calms my soul. As we walk, I may hold her around the waist, my hand may slip under her shirt. I will feel her softness, her muscles working. It's all about connection. Closeness. My fingers might explore slightly down her pant waste, a subtle feel of her cheek, her lovely hip...discrete but mine to indulge anytime.
In an instance when I pause to take or make a phone call, she stands close, holds me, plants continuous soft kisses all over my face and neck. In her boldness she even stands behind me and holds me under my shirt and caresses. I can feel love, I can feel desire...her hands speak to me. There is no such thing as too clingy. I am hers and she is mine.
We kiss (make out) hello, we kiss often, kissing connects us. Kisses are sacred, even holy. Kisses speak multiple emotions clearly. She looks at me from across the room, or the dance floor, or the shoe department. I discretely tap my lips with my finger and she works her way back to me, kisses me, then continues her business.
We feed each other, she feeds me as a service, I feed her as...well...she's mine. I find it delightful, the skills we develop as we grow together. How awesome is it skilled in holding one's ice cream cone and just knowing?
I may touch her and depart with her scent(s) on my hand or fingers...reminiscing, yearning to have her again. She is my obsession, the object of my desire. As I depart for work, after a night out, a loving touch of what's mine...the touch itself...HER WETNESS!!! It energizes my soul. Her perfume, her musk...MINE!
We shower together. We kiss peacefully, deeply, lingering, even meditatively. Under the falling water...the world disappears. I wash her, every intimate crevice. Like driving around familiar neighborhood, every aspect off her flesh is recorded deeply in my mind. I am home in her and she in me. I wash her hair...sending my energy through my fingers, silently speaking to her. Sometimes I shave her, she will learn to shave me. We are one in every aspect. I am the head and she the body. I wash her feet...not a foot fetish but feet...pretty feet...even those...
We sometimes lay opposite each other on the sofa. She gives me her feet. I kiss them, I rub them...my hands are extremely sensitive. Call it a gift. I can feel energy, find tension or soreness...or pleasure. Feet are somewhat intimate. She touches my face gently with her feet. I rest my lips on her toes, connection, different...that's me, intimacy.
I sometimes sit on the sofa, watch tv or read and she comes to me, pulls down her bottoms and lays across my lap, bottom up. If I had to choose a favorite body part it would be her ass. Nothing speaks more to me of visual physical beauty than that. She can watch with me, read or just relax and enjoy my touch. I touch her, caress her...I feel the heat of her pristine anus, her lips, the tender warmth of her inner thighs, all mine, all the time. I will train her in the way of the still orgasm. Ask about that...
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Tonight, I will begin writing about myself. I'm going to share my experiences, my views on certain things and mostly, my tastes. I'm going to also write about my vision of the ideal situation for my eccentricities. My views are mine alone and I don't speak for anyone nor do I make any claims about any expectations or definitions of any aspects of this so-called lifestyle. No matter what may be interpreted from my writing, I am completely accepting of anyone's personal choices within the boundaries of safe, sane and consensual choices. |
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