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PeterCat

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What to say .... I'm a sub man looking to serve and enter into a relationship with a dominant woman or trans, possibly a master ... I think I can hold a conversation, have opinion on many things and hope I'm reasonably intelligent. I can travel with reason and would willing to so for the right situation. I have a fetish for PVC and latex and love bondage but it's the experience of submission that I'm really seeking ...

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1/23/2012 3:25:19 PM

What's the old saying ... try, try again ... I've regret that something about me wasn't a good fit for the last person I 'connected' with but hopefully perseverance will be rewarded.

 

If you are going to be rejected it's nice to know it's because of something you actually did (or didn't do) instead of what someone thinks you have in mind.


1/19/2012 3:56:44 PM

Some times I despair that people won't give you the time to prove yourself - they make judgements without taking the time to investigate ... not everyone is a perfect fit for someone else but neither is everyone a wanker and a timewaster.

 

Long and depressed sigh .....


1/17/2012 3:25:23 PM

Things are improving ... hopefully a new beginning beckons ....


1/15/2012 1:06:32 PM

Perhaps I should give up ....


1/15/2012 10:02:36 AM

Apparently I can't and I've been thoughtless .... regrets ... again regrets.


1/15/2012 5:54:19 AM

Too eager ... coming across as a nervous child ... be calm, collected, suave and self-assured ... I can do that ... probably ...


1/14/2012 2:35:36 PM

Complete self-control ... it's going to be a challenge ...


1/14/2012 1:38:13 PM

I feel myself on the edge of something .... a feeling of vertigo ... a little frightening, but fulfilling ...


1/14/2012 10:05:01 AM

Slowly, link by link, enmeshed in golden chains ....


1/14/2012 12:46:43 AM

The story of a Saturday yet to be ...

 

Nervously he sits in the car looking out at the bright and crisp winter's morning.  All around the city is only just beginning to stir.  His eyes flick to clock on the dashboard, watching the second hand trace its inexorable circular sweep.  He's here now, a few hours and a mile away from meeting .... eventually a door opens, cold air bites and he steps out into the world.

 

The city's pulse is quickening, the pavements begin to fill with people scurrying about, living their Saturday lives.  He is one among thousands, a face in the crowd but he feels different.  As he walks his eyes dart about wondering, can they tell that he's on his way to a moment of submission and happiness or freedom and disappointment.  His eyes flick to his watch, an hour away and a few hundred paces from meeting.

 

He walks through the docks, past the moored narrowboats and pleasure cruisers, genteel and well-manner in their old age.  He listens for echoes of long ago, the voices of navvies the cries of bargemen, but the cold wind took them long ago.  He looks at the tall warehouses, now shops, offices and homes ... he distracts himself from the meeting to come.  His eyes pick a low cube among the high victorian edifices, rust red, iron hard ... an eating place, the meeting place.  His eyes flick to the clock tower, a few minutes and within sight now.

 

He sits nervously at the table, looking at the other dinners, wondering if they can tell.  His eyes flick to his wrist watch, it's here and now.  He gazes across the tables, filled with the lunchtime crowd, to the door.  It opens ....

 

She walks in ... he's sure it is her ... the photographs didn't show everything but there's something about the way she walks and the way she picks him out from the sea of dinners.  He feels a lump in his throat as she walks across the restaurant towards him but stands and pulls out her chair so she can sit before he does.

 

He looks across at her wondering what happens next, aware of his heart beating out a savage primal beat.  A moment's silence, should he speak first?

 

"I'm glad to meet you Miss.  I hope you've had a good journey?"

 

It seems strange passing such banalities but this is a meeting for each of them to discover more about the face behind the monitor screen and the person behind the face, the everyday as well as the Everyday.

 

They talk, haltingly at first but then in a richer more consistent flow of words, exploring who they are and what they want.  They don't explore the proposed relationship in detail but he begins to detect steel in her voice, a way of framing the conversations so L is generally in charge.  The meal is pleasant, but he hardly notices, wrapped up in the moment.

 

Finally this first meeting has to end - he searches her face for signs of approval, of a willingness to take things further?  He knows he is often too needy, to eager to move forward, has he put her off.  She pushes something towards him - a test?

 

He looks inside ... and sees something that he recognises .... a strange looking piece of clear plastic with something that looks like a thin plastic lock.  He looks up at Miss and back into the bag.  A chastity device.  He looks up again and she just smile ... he remembers a conversation about controlling his pleasure ...

 

His eyes click to the clock on the wall, watching the second hand sweep travelling it's perpetual circular route ...

 

"I've got to go the the toilet ...."

 

The words have a frightening component that they've never had before.


1/13/2012 4:52:42 PM

Impaled I thrash, hooked I struggle but escape isn't what I seek.  To be reeled in, caught ... a hunter's captive ... helpless but happy ....


1/13/2012 2:45:01 PM

Perhaps I should just keep quiet?  Mmmm ....


1/13/2012 1:37:40 PM

Seeking I find

 

Finding I approach

 

Approaching I Appeal

 

Appealing I Disappoint

 

Disappointing I Weep

 

Weeping I Wait

 

Waiting I Hope


1/12/2012 10:07:33 AM

I thought I'd made a connection but ... sadly ... nothing came of it.  Disappointed ... I perserve .... sad ... I try to smile ... 


1/11/2012 10:42:00 AM

A long silence - have I done something to offend!  I gnaw nervously at my fingernails ....


1/9/2012 10:11:07 AM

Must get 'normal pictures' ... must get 'normal' pictures ...


1/8/2012 5:00:27 PM

Wow ... I've been honoured with the opportunity to meet an intelligent, attractive, friendly domme .... am I up to the challenge ... inquiring minds want to know ...


1/8/2012 3:50:13 PM

May have just made a mistake ... time will tell ....


1/8/2012 12:53:44 PM

Am I a kinkster or a sub .... food for thought ....


1/8/2012 2:28:44 AM

It looks like the person I've connected with has serious RL issues and they're going to have to bow out for while.  I wish them luck .....


1/7/2012 8:19:40 AM

Very new to journals and blogs ... what to say ... what to say.  I suppose I've been inspired by an exchange of emails with another user that were mature, intelligent and didn't involve demands for money.  I liked that ....

 

It felt like a connection .... let's hope it proves to be so ...


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