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Make a life?
Looking for my last girl.
I want to establish a few ground rules and express some pet peeves in the hope that I will not have to readdress them.
First, if you are married, please dress in something slinky and go fuck your husband. Trust me, he will like it. Second, this is my lifestyle. I believe this is an honorable, functional and healthy way to live. A Master and a girl can truly be perfectly matched puzzle pieces.
This is not simple kink for me. Don't get me wrong, kink is good, but I have no interest in feeding anyone's masturbatory fantasies.
Fantasy is good. I just don't want to be a part of yours. Experimentation is good. I just don't want to be part of your experiment.
I have been an owner.
Come real or don't come. Save us both the time and energy.
Now that that is done; Friends welcome.
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Why do so many equate being submissive to a Man like being slutty?
Slutty for me behind closed doors is one thing, but this trash focus is just that, trashy. |
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Hidden Benefit of Being Submissive:
"Long-living women are also more likely to be empathetic and cooperative than women with normal life spans."
Time Magazine, 12/7/2009, page 65 |
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I am convinced he was right.
I am just a dreamer
and you are just a dream. |
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I have received quite a few messages asking me to continue the story of my first girl. Perhaps I will when I have more time. |
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Clowns to the left of me
Jokers to the right............. |
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I am a student of history. My own and the world's. Call it a bit nerdy,
if you like, but I look to history for a faint bread crumb path to tell
me what comes next. This seems to be a good time to look at the bread
crumbs. I even watch the History Channel and Biography for
edification.One thing from the past remains clear even in our world of
gray --- no black and no white. There always was a dedicated woman
behind the grand achievements of every noted man. Sometimes they
facilitated and sometimes they tolerated, but they never interfered.I
am one of those unfortunates who turns out to be more than competent at
nearly everything I lay my hand to. When most things come easily, it is
hard to keep things organized. The mind flits about. Things are
underway and needing my shove, often as my mind is fully off in the
next direction.Don't fret, I do manage to be very capable, but wonder
how things would be if she was there to gather the stray thoughts into
a triage bin for future consideration.Great men, far out of my league,
came up with their own solutions. Einstein married his cousin after
living with her for a decade because she kept his life orderly, kept
the public at bay and gave him time to think.I've seen my cousins, so
that's not going to work. Any suggestions? :} |
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Since that time, I have owned two other girls for terms longer than 4 years each. They have both left my service for personal reasons. One to return home and care for aging family members and the other because of preexisting emotional issues that were simply above my pay grade. I am in close contact and in a mentoring position with them both on a daily basis.
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This silliness continued for a few weeks. She would sometimes be at the pool with her massive and scarey looking boyfriend. Them at one end of the pool and me skulking at the other, until one day I walked out and he was all moved into my end.
I don't know if you have ever lived in a garden apartment complex, but everyone has their spot at the pool. It is a hierarchy based on duration of residency. Think High School Cafeteria.
The curious thing was, he wasn't in my chair, he was next to it. Boom box and cooler respectfully on the other side of his lounge chair. In other words, I had to sit next to him and knew that is what he wanted.
I went and spread my towel out on the chair's greasy straps, parked my cooler under the edge, adjusted my shades and eased back as if to catch some rays.
He was reading the paper and said without looking up, "So, what do you do for a living?" I told him and he responded that was a great job. I asked him about his and said he was a consultant. I mentioned the name of the closest military base. He said, "Bingo, end of that part of our conversation." I said, "Understood."
Then he said, "So, you like her?" There was nothing for me to say but yes. Anything else would have been such an insulting lie to everyone involved. I said Yes and thought I sounded like something out of "Leave it to Beaver". "Oh, gee Wally, I think she is swell."
Might as well get my head pounded in for being honest.
He said, " She is a good piece of property and I have raised her well. I found her in the midwest blowing cops for a warm place to sleep. I took her and trained her and she now has her GED and is ready for community college. Unfortuneately, I need to be away for a while. If you want her, she is yours. She likes you and calls you "The funny one." You have a good job and apparently, some time on your hands."
I had now idea what he was talking about. I thought I had stumbled into one of those kinky, wife and the voyeur things, but shit, I had lust on my side and it was a strong and single minded ally.
He looked me in the eye and asked me if I would take care of her. I said yes and he said to go home, which was about 45 ft. I walked into my apartment and put my stuff down when the doorbell rang.
Still in my wet bathing suit, my system was screaming and heart pounding. Was this going to be a kinky evening or was I going to get the shit kicked out of me?
I looked through the bell/peephole and there was nothing to see but the neighbors door across the breazeway. I had put the chain on the door when I came in and opened the door slowly.
When I looked down, she was there on her knees, naked to the waist, eyes down and palms up. She had two small suitcases and asked to come in. She stayed low to the ground as she shuffled in and out of my apartment. When she was finished, she said, "My former Master told me I belong to you now, so I do. Are you a good Master?"
So you see friends, this is not a lifestyle I sought or choose. It came to me at the pool and at the door.
She was a good girl and I did move her on through college and she now has a good job and a family of her own.
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Almost every Wanna be Dom or Master says he has experience. One in 500 admits to having no experience. I do have experience and that experience makes me very wary about going swimming in this pool yet again. For your sake I'd best start at the begining. It was a dark and stormy night......just kidding. It was a series of bright, sunny Florida afternoons. I was working the night shift and making good money by Florida standards. I lived in a typical metropoliton garden apartment complex; 2 pools, a hot tub, weight room, etc.. Most of the residents were around my age, early 30's, or younger, with a few grizzeled vets in their early 40's thrown in for balance. I hung out at the largest pool during the day to keep from taking on the pasty look of a true night worker and that is where I saw her. She was tall and thin with an olive complextion and jet black hair to her waist. In her mid 20's, her breasts appeared too large to belong to someone so thin, with ribs showing, but my overworked and practiced eye, knew they were real. Soon we had the same pool habits, by this I mean I adapted my schedual to her's so I could be around her. Full blown lust soon developed, at least on my part. She was friendly, but demonstrated no interest or interaction beside politeness. She offered nothing to a conversation, but was a good listener. She laughed at my jokes and swam away with a giggle.I was stumped, but not frustrated. After all, it was a pleasant way to spend the day.
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I assume many of you have seen this profile lurking here the last couple of years. I was new to North Carolina and wanted to see what the local scene was like, check the comings and goings and get a feel for the level of experience and sincerity the denizens of The North State really have.
Like most places it turns out to be a mixed bag. There are plenty of wanna be everythings. Wanna be Masters who end up sharing a trailer with their mother and ex wife. Married Men looking for the ultimate affair, one they can control. Young Wanna be submissives using fake pictures on their profiles typing with one hand while working themselves to a fever with the other. Some middle age women wondering if the way their life has been is all there is. And there are few who seem to believe as I do, that this is a real life, or hope it is.
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| Age: 25 |
| Garden City,
Michigan |
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