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I'm interested in having a service oriented sub or slave who would like to serve me, and optionally my wife. I'm open to someone performing any of the following and more: Be my driver Wake me up with Starbucks & a smile Cook for me Take me shopping Bathe & dress me in the morning or before going out in the evening Be my companion for dinner or events Haircut and/or manicure Massage Workout buddy As a reward for your service I am happy to coach, mentor, discipline, spank, flog, beat, daddy, bind, humiliate, or train you, depending on your needs and our chemistry. For your safety and peace of mind I'm happy for you to bring a friend or partner as chaperon, and I'm also happy to compensate appropriately for driving expenses, food/cooking/shopping etc.
============ NOTE: The people who are listed as my friends on this site are people I know in real life. I don't add anyone as a friend unless they really are one! Feel free to message any of my friends if you want to ask them about me.
Chemistry and good attitude is more important to me than appearance or experience.
When I work (play) with a sub or slave girl, my intention is not that they have hardship and sacrifice, in the form of giving up what they want, but instead that they "give up" their resistance to "being" a certain way in life. They must be willing to give up their identity and their resistance to my direction. HOWEVER (a big however!) what I want them to do is to become their very best self, and, to do it for me!
I have a full life that includes work, play, travel, family, friends, and exploring the bdsm aspects of myself and others. I am successful in every area of life and feel very fortunate and grateful to be so blessed.
I travel often for both business and pleasure, so I'm open to meeting people in other places.
I am open to several types of people and situations, because I find that the "who" is more important to me than the "what".
"Who" I like will always include: Intelligent, open-minded, fun, growth-oriented, positive minded, action oriented, pleasure oriented, good communicator, and curious about many subjects.
As far as the "what" goes, it's based on our chemistry together, and what I think will move you and satisfy me. Some of the things I've done/required for/to/from my subs/slaves include: Flogging, bondage, DP, fisting, tantra, threesomes, gang-bangs, sex work, face slapping, throat fucking, anal, rimming, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, cuckolding, sedation, rape, abduction, suspension, needle piercing, body painting, body worship, public play, swinging, electrical play, massage, cross dressing, humiliation, water sports, isolation, begging, daddy play, age play, shopping, punishment, degradation, lions and tigers and bears - oh my! (Your mileage may vary).
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It seems like forever since I've written here. I'm hanging out more on that "other" site, which I'd name here but I understand that robots are deleting the name on this site whenever someone mentions that site, so... use your imagination! There you can find me as Mr_Goodbar.
Anyway, to update. I've moved back to NYC and am loving it! I don't have too much time for new playmates, but you never know what can happen so feel free to send a note.
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Here is an excerpt of a note I received from a playmate I met on this site. I don't take credit for her breakthrough, as I realize that it could have been triggered anytime by almost anything, and I feel blessed to be part of her regaining her muse. ===================== I want to share something personal with you. I've
always been a very artistic and creative person. Drawing, photography,
storytelling and lots of other interesting "creativities" came easy to
me and I was able to express myself thru them. About 6 years ago,
however, I lost interest and the ability to even try to put charcoal to
paper. I'm not sure why it happened but that ability was gone and when
it left, a large part of my soul left with it. Recently, I've noticed
the emptiness more and more, trying to find a way to express myself but
to no avail. Pure frustration!
Then we had a playdate..... wow! I
don't quite understand the why and wherefore of it but suddenly that
arty side of me is back. She's screaming to be expressed in any way
possible, to the point that I don't sleep much because I've been busy
journaling and sketching and even a bit of blogging. I love it.....like
a dam burst. Do you know that I was up most of Friday night designing
an image of a tattoo I've decided to have done as a visual touchpoint
in reference to the changes I'll be making and going thru this year. A
very symbolic and somewhat pagan approach to a "rebirth" of sorts. It
will be beautiful and I hope to share it with you at some point. Thank
you for helping to open those floodgates for me....I truly do thank you.
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A lovely lady on this site's writing has inspired me to write about my first "discovery" experience that set me on this path.
Once upon a time, I was making out for the first time with a fairly new friend, and when we were kissing I
instinctively slid my hand and fingers up into her hair and grasped it
firmly, curling my fingers into a fist, which pulled her hair and
pulled her head back.
I still remember the look in her eyes as
they lit up like there was a fire inside her, then they closed to
animal-like slits, her breathing tightened, and I could feel her whole
body tense and heat up.
She was very good at taking physical
direction, and it seemed like our every move was choreographed from
that moment on. I would just have a thought in my head, and she would
move to the position I wanted before I could even ask. Pulling her
hair, flipping her around like a rag doll, my hand gripping her hair,
arm, leg, or throat, she was my perfect fuck doll, hungry for my every
touch, begging with her eyes for more, whimpering as I gave her
pleasure or pain. It seemed that I could take her as far as I wanted,
that she was willing to take all I could give her, of any sensation.
Fantastic!
That was when I realize that there was magic in the power-play of sex, and that I had a gift for it, and a hunger for more!
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Written by "good girl" after our play date: "My Story"
We had been
playing phone/text games for a week. We agreed on a night for our first
meeting. I was excited but in the back of my mind I felt there was that
chance of things falling thru. Sure enough, he sent me a text....."I'm
not going to be meeting you tonight. How is noon tomorrow for
you?".....I was angry and confused and disappointed all at the same
time. Yet not really surprised....I knew he would be a mind-fuck. My
anger came thru in my texting to him, petulant was the word of the
night. I told him he was a mean Daddy know he would not be pleased. He
wasn't.
I ended up going out with friends only to receive a phone call later.
We agreed to the next afternoon. I knew he wouldn't forget my
willfulness. Bratty was a better description. I drove to
his house in the correct (or what I hoped to be correct) outfit....lacy
bra/panties, sexy top and skirt. As I sat waiting for him to pull up
the street, I was so nervous. My first time. This isn't me...I kept
thinking. What am I doing coming to some strange man's house for god
knows what? I called a friend just to chat so I could calm down. Then I
saw him pull up. We both met in the driveway. It
started then...at that moment....no easing into it. We walked to the
house, me carrying his things in. Breathe....I kept thinking. "No
talking until I say you can speak. look at me but not in my eyes." were
the rules he gave me. Once inside, I didn't know what to do so I just
stood. After putting things away, he removed my scarf from my neck and
then my coat. I remember bits and pieces of what happened as he spoke
to me and touched me. I started to feel my mind blanking......my
breathing seemed so loud to me. "Do you have a friend expecting a call
from you?" he asked me. I told him yes and after a bit of
play....touching, pinching and light slapping.....I made the call. All
was clear and I was set to go.
My mind is such a jumble now trying to remember it all. I know he asked
me if I had been a good girl. I had to say no because of the attitude I
had given him the night before. I also had been bad during the week and
played with one of my toys when I was told not to. I was hoping he had
forgotten that but.....no. Then came what I had expected but was still
surprised by.....a slap in the face. Shock....surprise.....slight
pain....anger....I felt all this in an instant. But after that initial
rush of feelings came one that I didn't expect.....pleasure. I liked
it.
He had me sit back on the couch with my legs perched on the ottoman,
spread, and my shirt up over my breasts. Touching....pinching.....slapping.....oh
god, I don't remember it all because it came in such a rush. Then he
stopped. "Beg me....say please Daddy fuck me" he said. I did, softly,
but he wanted it louder.....louder......so loud that the neighbors
would hear. I finally said it as loud as I could given that my throat
felt tight and dry. "Please fuck me Daddy".....loudly and with a hint
of anger. I was pissed with him for making me say it and pissed at
myself for not being able to say it as loud as I really wanted to.
"Close your eyes" he said and I heard him walk out of the room. When
he came back he had something....I could hear the movement.
SMACK......right on my pussy. I think it was a flogger but from that
point on I was riding the sensations. I felt it everywhere.....thighs,
pussy, breasts.....it's such a haze. I've never experienced that
before....truly my first time. I understand how people get addicted. I
could have gone one much longer....the flogger (or was it a small whip?
Eyes closed)then a paddle. "Kiss it" he said as the paddle was pressed
to my lips. I did gladly. He pressed his stomach to my lips and I could
smell musk..male? female? I didn't care, all I wanted was to smell and
taste. To feel his cock in my mouth. He had me put my mouth on his
cock, albeit thru briefs. Please Daddy.....please.....please.
So much is a haze.......clothes off next, lying on the couch, more
slapping and pinching. Then he spread my legs and I felt coldness as he
used lube then my toy I had brought. It felt so small and yet it was
good to be full. Then he brought out his own toy....a large plug. I'm
tight, I know that. I felt him press the plug into me and it
hurt....good, but still hurt. He didn't do more than I could
handle....thank you Daddy. Then I watched as he put a glove on. More
lube then fingers....I don't know how many. I wanted to cum so badly
but he wouldn't let me. Throughout it all was the talk....the
words....."Daddy wants his little girl"...."Do you want Daddy's cock in
your cunt?"....."Tell Daddy to fuck you". Oh god....that will stay with
me more than anything.
I knew he wasn't going to let me orgasm.....and I knew, deep down,
there would be no fucking. I knew this and yet when it was time to
stop and come down....it hurt. He was right to pull back and stop at
that moment.....I was feeling so much and shaking and it was good to
just ride the tide of that feeling. I still am. We
cuddled and even though I tried to continue....he made me stop. Even
when I finally got on my knees in front of him and begged (that was
more difficult than I let on) he told me no more. Relax....pull myself
together......get dressed. Oh, but I feel good.
Before I left, I told him he had opened a Pandora's box. I was fearful
of what this experience would bring up in me. Fearful of past demons
that, although dealt with, could still worry me. But they never
came....all I feel now is peace and happiness and a desire to delve
deeper into my mind. I want to see what's at the bottom of my Pandora's
box to make things right. My own little Hope. It's a start.....a very
good start with a man that I trust will guide me to who I'm meant to
be. Thank you, Daddy.....and you were right....Life is good. **I know I've forgotten to write some things, they come to me now that I've finished this. It's a work in progress.... :D "good girl"
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From a new friend. Her first homework assignment (be nice in your comments, she is brand-new to this, and it's her first time!):
My fantasy....... I stood
before Him...uncertain of what to expect. My palms damp, stomach
clenched and pussy wet from the anticipation. "Come closer" He said
and I took two steps...then two more until I was standing close enough
to feel the heat of His skin and watch his nostrils flare in
excitement. "Have you been a good girl today?" He asked me. "Did you
touch yourself, your pussy?" He continued. "No Daddy" I say and hoped
that he will believe me. I tried so hard not to touch, but......not
hard enough. "I can see when you're not telling me the truth" He said
and grasped my jaw in His hand. "Look at me and say it again. Don't
look away" He said softly as I breathed deeply and said with a slight
shudder "No Daddy". It was the shudder that gave me away....He knew I
was hiding. He laughed and released my jaw. "I'm very disappointed with
you. You know the rule. Daddy gave you one rule to follow...no touching
your pretty pussy so you'll cum but you didn't listen." He said with a
sigh. "Now I'll have to punish you, naughty girl, for not minding your
Daddy". I started to sweat and shake slightly. I knew the
punishment....spanking. I knew it would happen and I also knew my Daddy
always followed thru with his promises. He
sat down on the bed and patted His lap, "Come over here and lay down".
"No Daddy, I promise to be a good girl and do as you say. Please don't
spank me, please don't". He looked at me and cocked an eyebrow as if
to say "right" and patted His lap again and said one word....."Now". I
walked to the bed and lay myself face down across His lap. I felt as He
ran His hand over my bare bottom...stroking each cheek softly. He
pushed my thighs apart and ran His fingers lightly over my bare pussy,
just barely touching me. "You're so soft and smooth here, just the way
Daddy likes" He said as He worked one finger between my lips and just
touching my wetness. "This will hurt, baby" He said "but you need to
learn your lesson". With that He raised His hand and smacked the right
ass cheek. "Ohhhhhh" I cried as he let his hand fall again, once,
twice, too many times to count. He varied the blows, right, left,
sometimes catching the underside of both halves. "Oh, look at how red
Daddy has made your bottom. Will that help you to learn your lesson and
do as Daddy says?" He says as he strokes my warm red ass. It throbs and
stings but then He begins to rub my clit with His finger. "You're a
good girl for taking your punishment, so good that Daddy wants you to
feel what it does for Him". He takes three fingers and, without
warning, shoves them deeply into my cunt. I moan and squirm but He just
fucks me with His hard fingers. " You make me want to do this to you,
you good naughty girl" He says. Then He suddenly stops just as I start
to feel the tingling of an orgasm starting. He tells me to go lay face
down on the bed, head down on my knees with my ass in the air. "Open
your legs more" He says as He pushes my thighs even further apart and
pinches my clit. It hurts and I cry out. Smack.....His hand lands on
my ass...."Quiet little one, don't make Daddy punish you again". He
uses his fingers to explore my pussy, rubbing my juices all over my
clit. He takes some of my wetness and rubs my asshole and pushes His
finger in deeply. It hurts but I don't cry out.....I want what He
wants. "Good girl" He says to me as I take two fingers deep in my ass.
"One day very soon Daddy is going to enjoy this tight little hole" He
says "But for now.....Hold still". With that I feel Him begin to probe
my pussy with his cock....teasing me by just barely putting the tip in.
I push back and He laughs. "You want Daddy's cock don't you? You're
just Daddy's little whore...His little cunt just begging for it".
"Please,
Daddy" I say....unable to think of more because all I want is to feel
Him push deep. He grabs my hair and pulls my head up, turning my face
to Him as he positions His cock "Good girl...now scream for Daddy". I
feel him ram His cock into me...hard...deep, so deep I think I can
taste it. I scream and He just keeps pushing hard. It feels so good, so
right, so scary my eyes well up with tears. He calls me His whore, His
little slut and I like it. I feel that any moment I'll come and I
tighten up.....He knows I'm on the edge and then He stops. He pulls out
and rolls me over onto my back. My legs are pushed over His shoulders
and He starts again.....pushing deep. Only this time I see Him....I
look into His eyes. "Look at me when you cum" He tells me..."I want to
see you". He touches my clit with His finger and I know I won't last.
"Not yet" He says "Not until I say so". I wail....I can't look away
and it's too much....too raw......too open. He sees that...."Daddy's
here...let go baby. Just let it happen. Do it now....cum for Daddy". I
cry out and go over the edge.....looking into His eyes the whole time.
It hurts to be so open, but He won't have it any other way. "Good girl"
He says as I feel Him shoot into me, so warm and so right. As I come
down I feel a hand on my neck, holding me gently, rubbing
softly....."See what good girls get" He says " You took your punishment
well and so for that you got a reward". "Thank you Daddy" I say as I
hold him close. Thank you for understanding me. Writing
this down has made me so hot. Thank you for having me do this. I have
so many fantasies that I don't bring to light......it felt good to let
this one out. Goodnight........(good girl)
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A note to a newbie
You wrote: "I realize the hardships and sacrifices that I will make..." While a life of sacrifice is one possibility, this has more to do with your desires in life and the Dominant(s) you choose to serve, rather than being a "given".
For myself, when I work (play) with a sub or slave girl, my intention is not that they have hardship and sacrifice, in the form of giving up what they want, but instead that they "give up" their resistance to "being" a certain way in life. They must be willing to give up their identity and their resistance to my direction. HOWEVER (a big however!) what I want them to do is to become their very best self! And, to do it for me!
Most people have a lot of fear about playing big in life, and they act smaller than they really are. When a woman is mine, they have to give up the idea that they have the right to be shy. They have to give up the idea that they can allow anyone (other than myself) to tell them what to do or to dominate them. In short, they have to become a big enough spirit so that they can (if needed) dominate others, or at least gracefully refuse to be dominated by others.
You see, my slave is my property, and therefore anyone who shows disrespect or discourtesy to my slave is showing disrespect to me. I will not tolerate that and I will not allow my slave to tolerate it.
If my slave allows someone other than myself to disrespect her, then she is disrespecting and disobeying me by allowing someone to abuse my property and undermine my good name.
I would no more tolerate someone disrespecting my slave than I would allow someone to abuse my wife or my child.
This means that a slave must be powerful! Not a doormat. Not a small person. Powerful! Someone capable of demanding respect! You see, the sacrifice she has to make is to sacrifice her fear of being powerful. Sacrifice her idea of her identity as a slave, and take on the identity that I require of her.
One interesting dynamic of this is that my slave can take on being her best self because she has to! She has to obey me and therefore she has to become her best self. I demand it! And, when she fails I will punish her. So her choice becomes fairly easy, either be the best she can be, and show the world her best, or she gets punished. Now she has the perfect excuse to do the things in the world that she once shied away from, or didn't try because she was afraid to. Plus, she has my power behind her. My experience and my coaching, to help her face the new situations that she encounters.
So you see, a slave can become a leader, a success, a figure of respect in public, while serving her master faithfully.
Choose your master carefully. You can be a slut and a whore (not a bad thing, just demonstrating choices), or you can shine brightly and accomplish anything in life. You can even do both if you like!
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Age: 30 |
Secret,
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