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Why did the rise of the internet, mean the fall of manners?
If someone takes a good deal of time to write to you, it would seem the only decent thing would be to respond. Even if but a few words, "thanks, but no thanks."
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Sometimes I wonder about the women that claim to be Dommes and then ask for money knowing full well that I've been a contracted-slave for most of my adult life.
What is it they imagine my owners have done when I sign over my paychecks? Saved it for me and returned it at the end of my submission?
Is that what they intend to do???
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It's terribly frustrating to put in hours and days of legwork in the hopes of finding a new situation, but nothing materializes.
I suppose it's difficult in the sense that I cannot post my photo for professional purposes, but I certainly send it to enough women.
Why do so many people simply want to chat? Do they not crave the human interaction that I do? What pleasure is derived from speaking about one's desires if there is not the opportunity to fufill them?
It would seem a simple task in this world, finding someone to mistreat you. To derive the same joy from your humiliation as I get from sharing my submission. That does not seem to be the case.
Can anyone point me in the right direction?
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Everyone's in the Hamptons, but myself.
Went to a BBQ with some kids I haven't seen since sophomore year of college. Nice kids, but the kind of eternal frat boys that can be found in Murray Hill.
It's odd that our lives were once in the same spot, and that they took such divergent paths.
I wondered what the reaction would be if someone spotted my pink panties. I looked around the rooftop and wondered if anyone else had been the subject of such ridicule. Been a human toilet.
What did the kinky do before the internet. It must have been such a sad and lonely existence.
Come to think of it; it still is.
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Craigslist can be rather amazing.
Last evening I found myself cleaning a couple's apartment as they had sex in the other room.
They called me into the room to invite me to play, but after having me remove my panties they decided I shouldn't be allowed with the adults and had me working until two in the morning.
I hate that I'm only serving for a couple hours at a time of late.
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Wow.
So people are actually reading this thing, collarme's poor formatting and all.
I'm just so sad and lonely tonight and tired of hiding my true self. I am desperate to find a woman that will embrace my submission as a part of my being.
It's so odd to spend a summer weekend in the city. So quiet and empty and humid.
Finally watched the Robert Baer interview from Charlie Rose a few weeks ago--his dire predictions called to mind that it might be like this in NYC for a while.
I don't know--I just don't want to be alone. I want to center my life around a woman's pleasure soooooo badly.
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I am seeking an owner with a rich life beyond the kinky.
If you don't have an elementary command of the English language, and your main attribute is that you are genuinely dominant, please don't waste my time or your own.
I have a brain and a personality and a full life beyond this that I am not eager to abandon.
I am sure there are enough men that are lacking so drastically in other areas of their life that they are willing to abandon their sense of self that you don't need to bother me.
My submission stems from adoration and amazement. It is a choice. A commitment. A decision that I make again and again to subvert my desires for a woman's.
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Just came back from the beach where a terribly attractive girl approached me.
I went well as she flirted with me, but when she asked where we were going out I froze--terrified that the night would end with yet another woman laughing at my endowment.
Do women out of college still care, or am I just paranoid? Will it be like my youth where every girl knows how small I am within the week?
No wonder I'm more comfortable as the cuckolded slave.
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i haven't had much luck on BDSM sites in the past, but i suppose that shouldn't interfere with my current search.
i am well (over?) educated and hope to share my time and submission with a Woman that walks in similar vanilla social circles.
Someone that i might see laughing uncontrollably at THE LIEUTENANT OF INISHMORE or at Shabbat services.
Someone who's kinks run so deep that they are inseparable from their being.
i found this lifestyle early in life and have delighted in it for seven years, but i would like to find someone who also yearns for a deep emotional connection.
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