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| Autobiographies aren't really my thing, but I shall give it the old school try here. I am a man, in the latter half of his life (hopefully). I spent far too many of my earlier years hating myself for the rift that existed between the external me with a fervent belief in the egalitarian nature of mankind and the internal me who could not stand equality within interpersonal relationships. Ultimately, I have learned that the hypocrisy can be explained by understanding that if the woman involved wants who and what I am, if she craves that control, then there is no harm in it.
First, the bad stuff. I have been married twice. The first time to a woman who increasingly became addicted to control even as she increasingly became addicted to alcohol. We were married fifteen years until finally I gave her the choice between remaining married to me and continuing to drink. She chose the booze. The second time I would describe as a friendship that should have remained a friendship. That marriage lasted five years, but we stayed together another ten so that neither of us would have to admit it had failed. I am close friends with both women today. I am proud of both of them.
I make a decent living, not rich but not poor either. I am neither abysmally ugly nor breathtakingly handsome. I notice that my friends are starting to look old, but I remain as young as ever (okay, that's a lie). I love to sail, to ski (all four types), to fish, to hike and to canoe. I am involved in political causes and would describe my political perspective as leaning toward Libertarianism (hence no picture). I have lived in the city and I have lived in the country and I definitely prefer the country.
I am dominant. I am dominant socially, professionally, sexually, interpersonally (is that even a word?). I am, though, not sadistic. Well, that isn't entirely true either. I love predicament bondage and I love delivering spankings that produce very real tears. I equally love to comfort the woman I love after she has come to realize her errant behavior (defined as anything I don't like) is the cause of her grief. I love to create a world that is safe and warm and loving for the woman I love; a world where her only fear will be of displeasing me. I suppose some would say that I am best described as a "Daddy Dom", a term that kind of gives me the creeps but is descriptive.
Now, about you. You are a woman who understands that partners are not always equals. You are not inferior, nor are you less important than I am. You recognize that obedience is not a destination, but a journey. You want to embark on that journey, to delve ever deeper into obedience and trust in a man who is trustworthy absolutely. You enjoy my smile and you know that any effort on your part to manipulate me will be met with severe correction. You know that things are and never will be fair, sometimes I will punish you when you are right and I am wrong. Sometimes I will say yes when you needed me to say no. Yet, through it all you understand that surrendering control means surrendering your right to be right. I am right even when I am wrong.
You are not proud of being stupid or fat or uneducated or bitchy or any other negative. That isn't to say you cannot be fat, stupid or bitchy; simply that you recognize it is a condition that needs to be remedied and not embraced. The same goes for bad attitudes or selfishness. You can be these things, but be prepared to have them corrected, sometimes rather harshly.
You understand that a submissive has no limits. The dominant has limits, the submissive has trust.
You understand that it is about a relationship, not sex. It is something that evolves. In the beginning I expect from you polite conversation and good table manners. Everything else comes with time as trust grows.
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We each have completely differing standards of modesty and behavior and so I won't presume to judge. Well, I won't judge morality, but I must question the wisdom of a woman who chooses to show her intimate bits across the internet. Speaking for myself, I seek a woman who will surrender herself to me and for whom her body, as much as her mind, will be a part of my world. Frankly, and it may seem old fashioned or even prudish, but once a relationship develops I would not be happy to know that her breasts and naked flesh belongs not only to me but to every man with the time to have at one time surfed this site. Some things, me thinks, ought to be private.
On a similar and more amusing note, I am oft amazed at profiles where the lass shows portraits that illustrate either her unadorned or, more often, enhanced breasts and then explains how she truly seeks a dominant who will appreciate her mind more than her flesh. Fascinating stuff really. |
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