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| I am a Dominant looking for a submissive. Someone who desires to provide a service so that I may use them as a receptical for whatever needs i have that need expressing. In exchange, I will train you in the fundamental workings of Dom and sub. If you know the basics, we will move on to the intermediate and advanced. I'm strict, but very patient. I push what limits you have to the extreme, guiding, assisting, instructing. You will find your inner servant and offer them to me gratefully, on your knees, and head bowed. Ultimately, you learn what being of service means.
We will discover just how committed to being trained are you. What are your limits, safeword, etc. What your experiences have been so far.
I'm not sure you would keep it up if things get a little difficult. Too many of you puffballs can't take the intensity and give up too soon just because of a little pain or discomfort. Smacked a little too hard. I need someone strong enough to stand where others would grovel. I need someone who can get past a few bumps in the road and ask for more.
Want to be of service? I need a sub. Now, if you just want to get your holes filled, I can accommodate that as well.
I have a want to find that perfect submissive. When we're having a "session", will obey without question, throat bulging, tight ass, willing to have no limits (besides the hurting of Innocents. I draw the line there. Everything else can be negotiated, I'm sure).
Scat discusts me. Piss drinker preferred, but not mandatory.
While your pain is my pleasure, it must also but mutually agreed that red, yellow and green light are the only safe words used. I have free reign otherwise. I've flogger, paddles, etc. You provide your own toys which are to be used in your holes.
I don't want a slave. Mindless beasts. Submissives must be self sufficient. I'm not anybody's sugar daddy or pimp. Sub must have employment, a working vehicle, and a roof over their head.
And that head better know the fundamentals of submission.
Who is in charge. Who allows the relationship to continue. Who admits their mistakes and allows others to make them as well. Who gives all they have to the relationship so as to make it work? Who can take being wrong and accept the consequences, whatever they may be. Who? It's a conundrum. Hmm.
Been in the lifestyle for the past 20 plus years. I've instructed many in that time. I'm hard and cruel. I'm patient and giving. I instruct and encourage. I have a short temper for disrespect or bullshit. I point, you jump. I am sometimes unfair and callous. I nitpick and couldn't care less. I'm many things, and nothing.
White, balding, bespectacled, balding, born in '63, 6'1", weigh under 250, ie hwp. My hands often get dirty. My jeans, always. 420 friendly. Retired. military service Navy. Two daughters that are successful in their chosen professions. One's talking marriage. Smoked since I was a kid. Overall health; B-.
Pretty much it I guess.
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I have a friend who lives off the Ortega . There are several places on the road to his house that overlook lake Elsinore. The views are spectacular. I would take you to one of these places.
We would eat our KFC meals and talk about ourselves, music playing, stars overhead, the drone of crickets. The city lights form a crescent, enough to see each other by. The breezes make wisps of your hair dance across your face. Your eyes glisten with excitement, reflecting the stars behind me.
We talk of family and friends. Favorite foods and least liked. I talk about the time I died. You tell me of your exploits in the girlscouts. I tell you my favorite joke. You bedazzle me with your singing talent. I share with you how Stephen king taught me a basic truth. You explain your allergies and why you ran away from home when you were 7. I tell you this kick ass poem I wrote. You laugh like an angel.
We fall into a heated embrace tasting the seasonings from our meal, accented with the nervous sweat off each other's lips.
You lie back, I snuggle into your neck, my tongue tapping that spot behind your ear, down your neck. Your hands run up and down your body, calming the goosebumps created when my tongue hits that sweet spot .
I continue my attention until you realize I'm waiting for you to unbutton your blouse, and your fingers fumble with determination to allow my breath to cascade down your front. My mouth pulls down one bra strap, then the other.
I lay to your right and my right hand explores your body, fingers drawing lines of fine hairs standing at attention across your torso, zig zagging and little touches of fingers tapping your senses to a fine mist. Hand roams up to your neck, my wrist feels your rapid pulse. Between your breasts I snap my fingers and your delicious breasts are freed. Your nipples and areolas engorged with blood, highly sensitive, and I gently blow across them. They crinkle even more.
You pull your stomach in as my hand reached for your honey spot. Your Lacy silk panties are being drenched by your salavating pussy. My hand backs up to your belly and back down, this time UNDER your panties. Your sweet butter scent makes my dick quiver and it starts to drip.
My fingers find the petals of your pussy, my middle finger finds your swollen clit. Slow, small circles. Dip into your pussy. Small circles. Dip in. Circle. Circle Dip
Your hips thrust up uncontrollably. Circle circle dip circle circle dip.
My whole hand massages your center, palm over clit, index finger probing, (circle circle ) lips pressed against gently rocking fingers. Dip
My mouth, of course has been busy as well.
To be continued, maybe?
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I need a distraction. I'm looking for a hole needing to be filled. Don't wanna play nice. Need my balls sucked dry. Unless, of course, your ass is on the menu. Piss drinker preferred but not mandatory. (I do enjoy the feeling of my piss pouring down a throat, tho.)
I want to keep you as a toy, to take you when I want, fuck when I want, as often as I want. When I whistle, you do whatever it takes to get your mouth on my meat ASAP. You are to service me at my whim. Your holes will belong to me.
Pleasure me and you will be positively rewarded. Disappoint me and feel my displeasure thru the whelts the sting of my favorite toys leave on your ass as you sit, a constant THROBBING reminder of your failure to service me in the manner of my choosing.
I can host, but you gotta earn that. If I like what you've sent, I'll respond. If I like your introduction, I'll call. If not, try again. I'm a firm believer in second chances.
No pics unless requested for, please. D&DF.
I'm gonna try this one more time, y'all. If it doesn't work, I'm cutting my losses and looking elsewhere. And it's been disappointing so far.
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I have a want to find that perfect submissive. When we're having a "session", will obey without question, throat bulging, tight ass, willing to have no limits (besides the hurting of Innocents. I draw the line there. Everything else can be negotiated, I'm sure).
Scat discusts me. Piss drinker preferred, but not mandatory.
While your pain is my pleasure, it must also but mutually agreed that red, yellow and green light are the only safe words used. I have free reign otherwise.
I've flogger, paddles, etc. You provide your own toys which are to be used in your holes.
I don't want a slave. Mindless beasts. Submissives must be self sufficient.
I'm not anybody's sugar daddy or pimp. Sub must have employment, a working vehicle, and a roof over their head.
And that head better know the fundamentals of submission. Who is in charge. Who allows the relationship to continue. Who admits their mistakes and allows others to make them as well. Who gives all they have to the relationship so as to make it work? Who can take being wrong and accept the consequences, whatever they may be. Who? It's a conundrum. Hmm.
Been in the lifestyle for the past 20 plus years. I've instructed many in that time. I'm hard and cruel. I'm patient and giving. I instruct and encourage. I've a short temper for disrespect or bullshit. I point, you jump. I am sometimes unfair and callous. I nitpick and couldn't care less. I'm many things, and nothing.
White, balding, bespectacled, born in '63, 6'1", weigh under 250, ie hwp. My hands often get dirty. My jeans, always. 420 friendly. Retired. military service Navy. Two daughters that are successful in their chosen professions. One's talking marriage. Smoked since I was a kid. Overall health; B-. Pretty much it I guess. |
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| Age: 25 |
| Connecticut,
Alabama |
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