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Hello! I am a straight, monogamous male Dominant. I'm looking to meet like-minded people for friendship, and eventually hoping to meet the sub who matches / shares my desires.
What are these desires, you ask? :) I want the D/s aspects to be part of an overall relationship, not the basis or entirety of one. There has to be an emotional attachment, certainly more than just the play, or it won't work for me. In some ways I'm a romantic as well. I feel the lists of interests for Dominants is a bit limiting, so I've added some details here. I would describe myself as a "sensualist;" I'm very much into sensual play, and touching / nurturing / fostering the mental and emotional aspects of D/s. I enjoy such things as light / situational bondage, shower play (meaning it takes place IN the shower), blindfolds, light spankings, and stimulation play. I honestly feel a soft touch works just as well (or better) than a hard slap. Though I do enjoy having a sub naked, or in cuffs / collar at times, I didn't check it on the list because I don't look for that 24/7 or all the time at home. Like everything else in life, that's situational.
I'm NOT into Children (either actual kids or age play / infantilism), heavy BDSM, Sadism / Masochism, electrical play, needles, suspension, drugs, water sports / urine play, scat, anal play or breath play.
To me, the duties of a Dominant include (but aren't limited to): Guidance, Control, information/education, and protection. Respect is a two-way street, it's not just freely given from one to another. Both it and Control over another have to be earned.
This picture of me is from an old job a few years ago. It's accurate, except that I've added a few pounds since then. I'll admit, I keep rather busy with work (EMS-related areas). My hobbies include reading, exercise (though not enough of that these days), writing (both erotic and non-erotic works), and music (both listening and singing).
My screen name comes from both personal desire and a professional requirement to always learn more. As it relates to D/s... I've been exploring this realm for some time, and while I've learned a lot (especially about myself), I feel there's still more to learn.
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This is a poem I wrote for an online erotica contest... I hope you like it; please let me know what you think.
"Kneeling At The Threshold"
Dream… Nightmare… Fantasy… Reality… Amidst them all she kneels Not knowing what will be next…
Her body buzzing with need… Her heart fluttering with hope… Her mind questioning her desires… Her soul aflame with anticipation…
She came here with a goal, A desire to serve… And now she knows There will be a price to pay
What be that price? She wonders Her body? Her virtue? Her soul? Her life? Yet there is no escaping payment
Her clothes lie flung about, Removed not by her… Yet she’s not the naked lady She dreamed she would be…
Clad in thin bra and panties, She feels more vulnerable… For instead of her body, her desire is displayed And her soul laid bare for all to see
In a room darkened and quiet Under a spotlight she kneels Not the fantasy she read or even wrote But a reality more powerful
How long since He left her here? No clock is there in this room, No outside noise to give a hint Only the silence in which screams her soul
Kneeling in this darkened room she is Bathed in a narrow cone of light Yet in this place she sees nothing For her eyes are covered and closed
Even so, her soul sees her future And many things that could yet be It also sees her past And the visits she has made here before
Knelt under this light she has Feeling the powerful gaze that is His Trembling in the moment As He contemplates and decides
Should she feel soft touch of fur, Or the sting of the cane? Will the snap of leather come next, Or the sensual caress of His hand?
Will it be breast or buttock? Or on the back of her thigh? Will He kiss her mouth with passion, Or probe the Gateway that elicits her sigh?
All this and more He has done The times she has come here She has discerned no rhyme or reason Other than pleasure that is His to steer
She had thought she knew this man Before she came to this place But she has learned another side And seen a hidden face
Friend and lover he had long been And explorer, she knew as well But now He has opened a new door And together they have journeyed her soul
Desires she had feared voicing Were strutted upon His stage The crop, the flogger, the cane, Even time in the cage
She kneels at the threshold The point where desire meets fear She trembles with hope and wonder In anticipation of his next deed
Fire dances up her spine As ice touches the small of her back His other hand gently caressing Feeling passionately warm on her neck
She senses him reaching around her Then feels the cold touch her breasts Nipples already hardened jump outwards Yearning for His caress
Her nether lips start tingling They, too, hoping to feel His touch The clit sends signals through her body As her nectar starts to flow
The threshold creeps closer Her fantasy has already been passed Reality, though harsher, has proven She is much more than she dreamt could be
A pinch on the left nipple As His fingers slide the nether fabric Probing her lips, touching her clit Filling her with reactions ecstatic
His mouth nibbling her neck Then downward she feels it glide Where it tugs on the clasps Then away the brassiere slides
Away from her He goes Though she can still feel Him in the room Then comes the swishing sound That means more play will come soon
Tresses of leather glide on her shoulder A flogging he will soon go But for pleasure or punishment Only He currently knows
The falls trail across her breasts Then a firm grasp on them he takes Probing and fondling the tender flesh And enjoying the soft moans this makes
His tongue dances on both nipples Her sighs she barely contains She is edging over the threshold And knows He is holding the reins
This is the dream and the nightmare – The loss of her control Her desires and fears combined The core of her soul
She knows now she has found Him The one she has yearned for so long And as the threshold slides past her Her heart sings its true song
It has no words or melody, Neither sorrowful nor joyous refrain It is simply the essence of her being The service, the joy, the pain
Again his fingers probe her wetness While his other hand caresses her spine And his soft voice explodes in her ears “Now you must choose if this is Mine”
She knows that it’s more than her pussy He is ready to possess He also wants her heart, mind and soul Will she hold back, or give Everything with a “yes”
In that moment, all the parts of her come together And their answers are uniformly true In once voice they tell Him “My love, I belong to You”
Fire dances across her lips Their mouths meld together as one As they part He tells her, “There’s one more thing to be done”
Away for a moment he goes, Then she feels His hands near her neck His fingers, they fumble for a moment Followed by a soft “click”
She blinks as the blindfold comes off And finds herself facing a mirror The person there the same as started this night Except for a neck with a lose band of silver
Dangling from it the ring With which she dedicated herself in good and poor Then His hand lifted her chin Her eyes saw lover and husband, and so much more
For now, he is her Master And she, the slave He has claimed The union of their souls complete The completeness of each other they have gained
Each resonates within the other In joy, in sorrow, in life Master and husband forever mated To His slave and wife
In public they will walk together The outside world will never know That in their minds she kneels to Him And the true affection to each other they show The price she had to pay Was a worthwhile one, she now knows To cast away the shells of fear That kept her from where she must go
The threshold she has crossed is the freedom of self And the ability to be true To mind, heart, body and soul And the only One she can give them to
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Age: 22 |
St Augustine,
Florida |
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