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In search of a Fem Domme whom I can become one with on a deeper, spiritual level. A special person who can break me down, then build me up into a stronger and more resillient man. Looking to develop a sacred bond between the two of us on many different levels, not mere unenthused whipping. I'm a down-to-earth, caring individual, who loves to laugh and have a good time. I'm also somewhat intrigued by a switch situation.
Beyond My Best
You hold me in a world of love
Engulfing me with warmth
Taking me beyond all I know
Raising me beyond my best
Taking hold of my weaknesses
And turning them into strengths
Making me more than I could hope
Raising me beyond my best
You lead me through play and sceaning
The pain and love takes hold
Pushing my boundaries all the way
Raising me beyond my best
In life and in love my Master
Showing me how to cope
With what life has been dealt to me
Raising me beyond my best
Today and then tomorrow
Now and in the future
I know you will keep me growing
Raising me beyond my best
D/S Culture
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save where you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
Shakespeare
Longing
Alone in a corner no one to play with me
Uncollared submissive
Longing to be the one who is owned
Belonging to another
There for their pleasure to be played with and loved
Looking around watching others
Who play and perform in the heat of the night
Carefully not wanting other to see
The longing that is deep inside of me
One day i will find the one who is right for me
Who will take their pleasure and give it back to me
Then alone in the corner
No more will i be
D/S Culture
Go! obedient to my call,
Turn to profit thy young days,
Wiser make betimes thy breast!
In Fate's balance as it sways
Seldom is the cock at rest.
Thou must either mount, or fall,
Thou must either rule and win,
Or submissively give in,
Triumph, or else yield to clamor:
Be the anvil or the hammer.
Goethe
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