Having been asked so often times as I have lately, in the random email messages I get (from girls I can scarcely even say that I know), if I "have experience as a Dom", or do I "understand how to earn respect instead of demand it", or even asking if I "know how to handle someone who will do things to try My patience repeatedly for no apparent reason"... it makes Me want to respond by saying something like.... "Do I?  Oh, boy, do I ever!!  Hell, I've raised two freakin' TEENAGERS...!  So, yes, I have something better than experience- Hell, I SURVIVED to tell the tale!"

Yeah, of course I love my kids, raising them has been the best job I have ever been entrusted with, but son-of-a-BITCH.... some of the shit they can get themselves into...!  And a great deal of the time, its as I said... for no apparent reason whatsoever, other than to see My blood pressure skyrocket higher than My social security number!  LOL
   Looking back on it all now, I can officially say that after raising them boys, I fully understand why animals eat their young.  (smiles)  

Everything she does seems to fit perfectly with everything I want.  Even when she's bad (which isn't often), she's a whole lot better than most I have ever met.  I love that she and I care very little for titles, for public opinion, and are not in the least worried about if the way we are doing things fits in with what people on some website say is the "real way to be a Dom/sub".  What we are doing, and the way we are going about it feels just right for both of us... and trust me.... its VERY real.  :)

The first time I meet someone is always a mind-fuck for me.  Not because I am trying to be something or someone I am not, but just because I know that everything I do, everything I say, and how I say it is under close scrutiny.  Of course, it does no good to fret over it... I can only be who and what I am and hope that she is attracted to my style and my mannerisms.  Yesterday I took someone new to lunch and did a little fun shopping... spent some time together, and I could feel her studying me.  This time, however, it wasn't something I was worried about.  I felt completely comfortable with her.  She was exactly how she was in our emails, and the countless hours in phone conversations.  At the end of our time yesterday, she felt so good in my arms as I kissed her.  She is preparing me dinner on Saturday at her home.  It is something I am looking forward to wholeheartedly.  I find that I deeply enjoy just being with her.  I am no fortune teller, I have no crystal ball, but I do have very high hopes for where this is all going to lead.  At this juncture in my lifetime, I am not seeking someone to play with... I am more interested in someone who can accept me the way I am, learn to love the things I love, and share the rest of my life with.  One can only hope, but damn, wouldn't this girl be absolutely perfect for that?  :)

 I love the building anticipation that permeates the mind in the days before meeting someone face-to-face for the first time.  All the desires, all the well-planned strategies to fulfill both our deepest, most secret fantasies wash over the mind and drives One to sleeplessness.  When one becomes closer to someone else, and they so enjoy hearing from them that they can scarcely wait until the next time they talk, it helps to wash away the stinging memories of all the frustrating and unfruitful previous encounters with those who are less-than-serious, or more about 'just getting laid' that anything else.  To Me, this goes so much deeper than physical sexual interaction;  Everything a Dom and a submissive plan for that first meeting, from exactly what needs to be discussed all the way down to what she will wear is a carefully choreographed mating dance... she deeply wants his attention, his approval, and most of all, she wants his desire.  He wants the very same from her, and if everything goes appropriately at that first encounter, he wants he most treasured gift of all: her submission handed to him.  Without that, he will have nothing- for though she may be the one kneeling during any play, the submissive is the one who holds the true power.  Only she can give her sweet, loving submission... and only to One who she deems has proven Himself truly worthy.  Irony can be so beautiful sometimes.