Well I'm back, or almost.  I still have to convince the goverment that I'm back but should be before short term diabilitiy wears outl  I may be back to droving class 5 but you gotta start some place.

And ladies, I think I may be of the market.  Sure she a bit older than me but what da heck I'm no spring chicken either.

I havn't been making any journal entries since I have had a stroke last September.  One day king of the hill the next an invilid,  I am on the mend right now.  This work is hard.

Okay I was posed by another Dom that BDSM is not sex.  Well to me sex and BDSM are both.  Give and take, what's the point of a good spanking without a little love and hugghing afterwards.  Besides I am looking for a long term friend for life.

You first have to be my friend, and we can work from there.  I am looking for a companion for the rest of my life.  If she wants to spank me, especially when I've pissed her off, yes let's get the discussion over with.  I'll admit I did you wrong, and there is no safe-word for what happens next.

This morning I looked into my underwear drawer and discovered I only have two pairs of old thong underwear in the bottom.  Darn things are uncomfortable and make me feel nude under my cloths.  An ex-mistress suggested them for obvious reasons.  I feel so empty, alone.  Oh well, I’ll go to Walmart this morning, and try to find something other than Fruit of the Loom which, well after a year of farts wear out. 

Oh well that’s how I feel this morning.

My Journey So Far

So where to begin, Richard Lester’s A Hard Day’s Night, I sometimes identify with Ringo Starr as he walked down the lane in a vain attempt to parade and get in touch with himself.  I look back at myself and see a photograph of me drunk at an SCA party.  I’m giving a girl a spanking.  She later admits that spanking made her very aroused as a woman and started her on a path to becoming a Dom/Switch.  She eventually found me and took me with her.

Soon I became her submissive/Switch.  In the morning she would blister my bottom and make me clean and re-clean the bathroom till it was sparkling.  In the afternoon she gave herself to me and begged to be punished for losing her temper at work.  She would strip naked and bend herself across my lap, he naked ass waiting and wanting.  I would blow on her bottom and watch little goose bumps rise.  That was thrilling.

But she was still in control and did not want me as anything more than a fuck-toy.  She then introduced me to the woman who became my best friend.

Life with her was like 24/7 Subbing.  I get up in the morning and fix her coffee, just the way she likes it.  We split duties on meals, I make plain and simple meals, just as she taught me how to make them.  I clean the dishes, clean house, and no spanking.

We’ve been through some very bad times.  I had cancer, she helped me get through it.  She cooks often with tomatoes.  So a future partner should know that.  We’ve also had some very good times.  I still love her, she wants to go in other directions and I can’t stop her. 

I have to move on too.

Saturday Morningish,

Well I was running some chores today I was listening to the Radio, CBC1, and some femminist was going on and on how women should breastfeed, and how not breastfeeding is un-natural and makes one a bad mother.  Well heck my Mom was a great mother, and she only breast-fed me once,  I was sick for three days and so was her. 

Now I do like a nice set of tits, any tits except for on a man.  I don't go ga-ga over them, and when told I will suckle, lick and nibble on them.  I don't need a sore ass to do that.  But my Mother had certian biological problems, and that should also be taken into notice.

Anyways I just wanted to make note of it.

Every day same old thing, people from all over the world are hot and horny, meanwhile I'm terrified to go to a munchie in Edmonton while cool and ready on line. 

Patience Patience Patience.

Well been on for 3 days now, outside of two domm couples looking at my files seems like a waist of time, but we'll see.  The Games afoot.