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Where does one begin with a profille on a BDSM site? Yikes? Not that I am at all indecisive, but something this personal, something that will affect the lifestyle of another human being is something of tremendous gravity.
This is not a lifestyle that is all giving or all receiving. We all give tremendously. Being a sub is no more, or no less substantial than being a dom.
My dislikes. Well, for starters, scat, or anything illegal is totally, 100% out of the question. Anything that would scar my lover emotionally is out. This lifestyle, at least for me, is NOT about abuse, it is about LOVE.
I do like things that make my lover quiver with anticipation. Bondage, spankings, nipple clamps, most anything kinky that will leave us both breathless. Together we explore the limits, take each other higher...and at the end, we both lie in bed, sweating, shaking, and holding each other.

RSR

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6/13/2008 3:08:48 AM
  I'm up late, due to work, but fortunately don't have to go in til late tomorrow.
  I was thinking of Renee earlier this evening.  No, you don't know her, but she was a former hooker who had a proverbial "heart of gold."
  She owned a little bar in Pittsburgh that my friend and I used to frequent.  I was in my early 20s, and for some reason I still don't fathom, Renee took a shine to me.
  We talked one night, and I asked her out to dinner.  It was great...she was funny, we laughed, and when we got back to her apartment, she overcame my youthful shyness and brought me into her bar (which was underneath her apartment) and we fucked on the pool table.
  What made this an unusual experience was when I unbuttoned her blouse, unfastened her bra, and there in the dim light of a neon Budweiser sign was the word "HORE" burned in scar tissue across her breasts.
  I must have had a serious "What the Fuck?" look on my face so she explained to me that she was a prostitute in Philly back when she was my age.  She liked the money, and wanted to keep it all for herself.
  A pimp in her neighborhood warned her, threatened her...and when she finally didn't get the hint, grabbed her off the street with a couple of his buddies and taught her a lesson.
  His put a piece of duct tae accross her mouth rip off her blouse and bra,  and held her down while the  pimp guy took a piece of wire and branded the word "HORE" across her breasts.
  She said it hurt more than giving birth to her three children later in life.  She looked at it sort of philisophically and said, )"If the stupid bastard would have put the "W" on and spelled "WHORE" correctly, I might have been able to turn some REAL money.
  Looking back, I think of how I screwed up that relationship.  I was young, she was older, and I thought that I was just a novelty.  With her being a former prostitute, I had no earthly idea that I had as much value to her as she did to me.  I was wrong. Real wrong.
  I started dating a girl my age from back in the hollows, and when Renee found out, it was over.  We were, and still are friends, but nothing I did, nothing I said, would get her to get our relationship back.
  I miss her.

5/2/2008 10:54:41 AM
  Creativity is the best tool we have as sexual beings.  Without it, everything just gets stale. You can only fuck so many different ways, beat the same ass so many times, before it all becomes yesterday's news.
  I visited a married woman several years ago, with whom I had previously had a dom/sub relationship.  She recently had given birth, and her husband (whome I am good friends with) was in Iraq.
  Her mother was taking care of the baby for the weekend, and my sub called me and asked if we could go to dinner together.  "Of course," I said.
  Afterward, she invited me back to her apartment. We had a drink, then she went back to her bedroom to retrieve some new toys she had bought.
 She asked me if I would be interested in using any of them on her, to which I replied in the affirmative.  BUT...If I was going to do it, I wanted to make sure her husband could see it.
  We got her video camera out of the closet, and set it up on a tripod.  We turned all the lights on, and I went to work.
  We started out facing the camera and both said hello to her husband, and I thanked him fo serving our country (hey, fellow veterans have that respect for one another).
  I slapped her across the face, then ripped the front of her blouse open, and fondled her breasts for the camera.
  I removed her bra, jeans, and panties, then put her on all fours, sideways to the camera.
  I took a butt plug with a horsetail attached to in, lubed it, and inserted it in her ass. Then, I reached under her and started milking her tits while ordering her to "Moo like a cow!"
  After several pulls, she began lactating, milk squirting out every time I pulled hard on the extended nipples.  I reached back and smacked her hard on the ass, telling her to Moo louder.
 I went behind her, pulled the butt plug out, and worked my cock into her ass, reaching under and working my fingers into her cow sized cunt.   I wanted to pull out and cum all over her back...but such is the stuff of porn movies. I couldn't work it out in time, so I came in her ass.  I did pull out and made a good show of working my fingers in and out of her asshole.
  We sent the DVD to her husband, and when we met him at the airport upon his return, he high fived me and told me that the video was what kept him sane over there. 
  Good friends, good lovers.  You can't ask for much more in life.

4/21/2008 2:42:44 AM
  Okay, this entry is kind of weird, only because I just watched "Hostel, Part 2" on video tonight. It was okay...but it brought me back in time when I watched part one.
  I had heard that "Hostel" was a really good horror flick.  So a submissive female friend I work with, and I cuddled up naked late one night on my couch to watch it.
  She, laying in front of me, spooning on the couch, a down comforter covering us.  30minutes of set up, then the action begins.  She starts to squirm at the torture scenes, wiggling her ass against my rapidly hardening penis.
  She reached between her legs, grabbed me and stuffed me into her as the gore, torture, violence appeared on the screen.
  After the movie, I asked her, "Would you ever, EVER want to be tortured that way?"  She answered, "No, of course not!  But being put into the position that one person had that much power over another made me cum so hard!"


4/15/2008 4:27:30 AM
She asked me, "Will you do it?"and I had to think a long, long time. She being the one who submitted first.
The "will you do it?" part was branding. She was already experienced in the lifestyle, but she wanted to belong to me. And even after years of marriage to her husband, she truly has always been mine.
Did I want to do it? Not particularly. But through the shots of tequila, the smell of burning flesh, the ice rub down afterward, she had a star on her ass.

4/11/2008 3:06:53 AM
Knife play.

The first and foremost tenet to live by in this lifestyle is also the first thing they tell you in First Aid classes:  Do no harm.

I was introduced to knife play back in the 1980s by a female mentor.  The object is not to cut, but to arouse.
  When I do it with a woman, eroticy is the goal.  Imagine a candlelit bedroom, being tied to the bed.  I put iPod earbuds into your ears, and give you a gentle volume of relaxing music.

I take a gleaming stiletto and show you it's glint in the candlelight.  And then I put on your blindfold.

  I rub the flat of the blade along your cheeks, letting you get the feel of the cold, hard blade.  I go down you your bare feet and lightly run the tip of the blade along the soles and heels of your feet.

I work higher,  still with a gentle touch, up your calves, olong the insides of your thighs. I spread your lips for a brief moment and put my tongugue to your clitoris.  You shudder, thinking it is the blade.

I kiss your tummy, then rub the flat of the blade over your belly.  Up father, I lift a breast, and like the touch of a feather, run the sharp tip along the soft skin of the underside.

I release your breast, and let you feel the cool, flat of the blade press your nipple, around in a circular motion.

I let you feel the tip in an upward motion along the silky skin of your throat, and under your chin.  I drop the kife to the floor, kiss you, and your submission begins.

For those of you who have a major phobia of knives, almost the exact same thing can be accomplished using a feather.  Both erotic, stimulating, and such a wonderful way to love.

4/10/2008 2:06:57 AM
This is more of a message to the doms/dommes out in the cyberspace.
Who is the dom, and who is the dominated? Have you ever asked yourself that? No, I'm not asking this to the wife beaters, or the guys just out to get laid.
A true dominant/submissive relationship is an equal partnership.
I do quickie sessions for fun with a couple of hobby subs, but when it gets to a lifestyle relationship, it is such a sharing of power.
You, the submissive have an equal share of the power. Yours is to please by pleasing us, the dominants. Vis a vis, ours, as the dominant is to please you as the submissive...your life is in our hands, and it is truly a great responsibility to live up to your wants, your expectations.
All in all, we in the lifestyle are no different from all the "normal" couples out there. Except, perhaps, we like a little bit of cayenne pepper mixed in with the vanilla.

4/8/2008 3:13:56 AM
  I was younger, and much, much more crude.  1989, I had a Pontiac Trans Am, and my second submissive, whom I had met after my first love accepted a marriage proposition. No, it didn't work out for them, unfortunately.
  Wannabe fetish gear back in tose days was a throw together look...a cross between Madonna and C.C. DeVille of poison...with some nipple clamps and a dildo thrown in for pleasure.
  Driving up to Cleveland for a night of clubbing, my subbie suggested we pull off somewhere and play "for just a little bit."  She said it in such a whiney voice, it did make me want to punish her.
  She was from the area, and knew just the place.  An out of the way turnout off of I-77.
  I stripped her down to her t=shirt, then lifted her naked ass onto the hood of the Trans Am. It was blue, it was summer, and she cried out until she acclimated.
 I used clothes line to tie her wrists to the mirrors, and tied her ankles off to the bumber.
  I pinched her nipples and she screamed and told me, "do it harder."  I slapped her breasts, and the hard I did, the more she loved it.
  My first lifestye partner had some firm limits. This woman was something I hadn't seen before.
  I leaned down and started eating her, then working her with my fingers. She wanted so much more, telling me to put my whole hand in.
  I worked slow, but finally got my hand past her pelvic bones and made a fist. She screamed and I pulled out. She started to cry, so I cut her loose and held her.
  After a few moments, she asked me to turn around. She spread my ass cheeks and started to rim my asshole. I began to masturbate, and when I was ready to cum, turned around and she took me in her mouth.
  I got dressed, she rode the rest of the way to Cleveland in a bra.  Lucky we didn't get stopped on the highway.
  Young and unskilled, yet no less exciting than what we do in our older years.

4/6/2008 5:00:47 AM
Not really an entry on the lifestyle, or sex, or lovers.
No, tonight it's just about how I feel at this moment in time.
Just got off work a few hours ago, went out for breakfast with some friends. And now I'm back on Queen Anne Hill, in my upstairs bedroom at my keyboard.
The rain continues here in the Emerald City. A cold rain, with not a hint of it actually being Spring.
Outside an occasional car passes by, it's tires making that "ssssshhhh, splash splash" sound on the wet pavement.
Other than the few cars, I feel alone in the midst of the city. The ice in my glass of Scotch makes a crack or a pop once in a while, just to let me know it's still half full.
I feel most complete late at night. The darkness is like a security blanket, I am invisible from the rest of the world. I cherish the alone time, thinking of things I've done, people known, places been...and I contemplate all the adventures yet to come.
Life is best lived with another, but on rainy nights like these, being alone isn't too bad. To those of you still alone out in the world, I wish you the very best in finding the one to share your lives with. But if you are alone right now, laying in a big warm bed, just realize that sometimes the alone times are also quite fulfilling.
...and as the planet continues to revolve, and the sun is just meeting up with the East Coast, I bid you all goodnight, and give you my wishes for a good day!

---Rick

4/5/2008 3:33:59 AM
  Let's see by a show of hands here, how many of you think the afterglow, when the punishment and the play ends, is the best part?
  Turning your lover, your sub, your slave onto her tummy and gently rubbing aloe lotion gently into her cheeks, her back.  Kissing gently, soothing the pain, letting her know she is loved so much.
  If there happen to be tears, kissing them away, whispering to her how much you love her.  Turning out the light, cuddling...maybe just going to sleep, or perhaps making love, oh so slowly.
  Turning the power and intensity into a slow, lazy passion.  My favorite time.

4/2/2008 10:09:39 AM
  Same sex domination. So sexy if it's woman on woman. But how many men have dominated other men?
  Me, I have once.  While I am not homosexual, or even consider myself bisexual, I have dominated another male.
  I have a female dominatrix friend who asked me to help her with a married male submissive. She said she wanted to expand his horizons.
  When I got to her house, he was already tied to the cross in her basement.  Beforehand, I made her show me the contract she had made with him, just to make sure it was all within his limits.
  His name was Jason, I went to him, stroked his cheek, and asked him if this was all okay with him.  He said, "Yes." and we went over our safe words, just to make sure we had it all straight.
  We began with his Mistress slapping his face, pulling his hair. She stood in front of him, rubbing her clitoris, pulling her nipples. She teased him and his flaccid penis. She called him "limp dick." Told him he wasn't man enough to please his wife.
  On her instruction, I went behind him and spanked his ass. I reached between his ass cheeks, and ran my finger around, and then gently into his hole.
  His Mistress noticed his arousal, and began taunting him, telling him what a faggot he was.
  I reached up front, wrapped my hand around his cock and began masturbating him.  I didn't take long and his Mistress readied herself for his orgasm.
  When he came, she caught his seed in her hand, then rubbed it on his face, lips, and into his mouth.  I went around front, grabbed him by the back of the hair, and Frenched kissed him.  I grabbed my clothes, told him I hoped he enjoyed it, then left.
  To those of you newbies here that don't think you can meet wonderful people here, what you just read was an actual happening that came about because of a Domme that I made friends with here.

3/28/2008 9:45:43 AM
  One of the things that "outsiders" don't seem to understand is how normal this all is.  It's not all darkness and sadistic ritual.  Sometimes it is even funny.
  Yes, sometimes the scenes go a bit awry, and you and your submissive are both left laughing.
  Case in point, my submissive at the time wanted to do a quickie on Thanksgiving.  The turkey was in the oven, both of our sets of parents were coming over for dinner.
  We went upstairs, both promising to "make it quick."  I cuffed her hands behind her back, slapped her breasts a few times to get that nice pink glow to them.  I flipped her over, kissed her ass cheeks, gave them a good spanking, and then penetrated her.
  We ooohed and aaaaahed, both climaxed, then prepared to go downstairs to meet the families.  I put the key in the lock of the handcuffs...and NOTHING happened!  After 20 minutes, the doorbell rang, and it was our guests.  I went down to greet them, made a few excuses, then went back upstairs to try again to unrestrain my lover.  Finally, after what seemed a lifetime, the cuffs came unlocked. We kissed, she bit me playfully on the tongue, and we went downstairs for a Thanksgiving dinner we still laugh about via long distance to this day.
  Lesson to be learned is that you should always buy high quality gear.  Cheap handcuffs are not such a bargain when they won't unlock.
  Oh, and the turkey? It was a bit dry.  Perhaps if we had taken it out of the oven a bit sooner...

3/26/2008 10:07:09 AM
  It is so terribly hard to find "the one," isn't it?  I think deep down we all want true love, but no matter vanilla, or our lifestyle, it is so terribly difficult.  No matter which way of life you subscribe to, the difficulties manifest themselves in much the same way.
  My life has been quite vanilla for awhile.  My last "session" was back in October with a dear friend, who is now married, but going through a divorce.
  We met for dinner, then the old passions and desires returned.  She didn't want to go back to her place, the memories of marriage were just too strong.
  We ended up in the woods, late at night., using my rental SUV as a base for our games.
  She stripped down to green lace panties and bra for me, then rubbed her behind against me.  I reached around, squeezed her breasts, increasingly hard as she cried out in pain and desire.
  I cut a willow switch from a tree, put her face down on the tailgate of my SUV and began to whip her ass, back, and legs.
  As she began to cum, she begged me to put my cock into her.  Instead, I reached into the bag of toys she had brought and took out a glass dildo. The entry end was tapered. The other was a glass knob the size of a tennis ball.  I put the tapered end in her mouth, made her suck it to get it wet, then inserted it, back and forth.
 I reached up, slapped her breasts, the slowly sucked in a big, fat nipple. I bit down and heard her cry out.
  I pulled the dildo out, turned it around, and put the tennis ball sized knob into her.  It was such a tight fit as it moved into her pelvis, but finally it was through. I licked her clitoris while shoving the glass cock into her, leaning down occasionally to bite her on the insides of her thighs.
  After she came, we held each other, naked in the cool night air.  She told me she had never been that fulfilled, and I sort of believed her.
  As I got up to get dressed and take her home, She whispered, "Play with me one more time, make me cum again..."
  And I did.

3/24/2008 10:17:09 AM
  How did it get started for you?  I mean mwhen did you really know "the lifestyle" was for you?
  I totally snuck up on me.  In college, a girl in one of my classes.  We struck up a friendship that developed into so much, much more.
  Sure, I had experimented, as nearly everyone does.  Tying up a girlfriend, making love gently. Oh, maybe even tickling her with a feather to enhance the "kink" of the moment.
  But Tiffany.  Tiffany was so different.  She craved being controlled.  She wanted to be hurt, humiliated. She wanted to give up all control to someone who would own her.
  At that stage in my life I didn't quite understand. Yes, I was in it for the sex, the kinky sex. Someone letting me do whatever I wanted, in such a dirty way.
  Tiff and I parted ways after college, but she kindled a spark in me.  I needed to know more. I wanted to know so much more about the lifestyle.
  I met Cindy in a nightclub.  She was beautiful in an unusual way.  She didn't have quite the looks and figure of a super model, but she had something that put her over the top. Something that made up for a less than perfect figure, a bit of an overbite.
  From Cindy I learned to appreciate my dominance.  No, even moreso, I learned to expect, even demand submission from others.
  From Cindy I learned that even though she was my so called "slave," I was, as her dominant, her master, even more of a slave to her submission.
  Cindy died of breast cancer in 2003.  She will always be my love. Anyone else coming into my life will be loved and cherished.  I know that my next love, my next lover, will probably have had others before me that will be her "one."  But that is something we will deal with and discuss at the appropriate time.
  So, to other doms and subs, how did YOU get into the lifestyle. When did you know that this was for you?

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MrsPatriciaKwak
 
 Age: 42
 Phoenix, Arizona