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| ***WARNING: Any institutions or individuals using this site or any of its associated sites for studies or projects - You DO NOT have permission to use any of my profile or pictures in any form or forum both current and future. If you have or do, it will be considered a violation of my privacy and will be subject to legal ramifications. It is recommended that other members post a similar notice to this or you may copy and paste this one.***
I believe even though this is BDSM, we need to connect as people first, and then as "BDSM-ers."
I am described as Genuine, Insightful, Fun loving, Spiritual (not religious) , Diverse. I believe a balance is essential in all things, including our very real lives, jobs , friends and our vanilla / alternative interests.
I would hope to find someone that I enjoy to be around as a person/ woman/ friend as well as a kinkster.
I believe that roles when aligned with personality (defined by the partners) lead to stability in the relationship[. My Dominant personality is just that.... a personality of sorts. Its all pervasive.
I seek a woman with a submissive /slave personality or tendencies, a classy , educated( not necessarily academic) girl with a curiosity in the lifestyle that is beyond just physical whips and chains. Someone that isn't a doormat, but instead offers her submission to He/Her who has earned it. Oh and if you are musically and rythmically inclined that would help!
Overall, I like genuine people, (labels mean little to me), usually comfortable in her skin, nurturing, and most importantly can see the lighter side to life. If you have read this far, Thank you. I wish you all well in your searches. Drop me a line if you wish to talk some more.
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Hands off fat man, you can have them when the milk dries up
---Stewie Griffin
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Inducing/ forcing female lactation has become a Serious fetish for me now, Its DELICIOUS..in more ways than one. |
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Despite all the negativity and frustration here, there are some really nice people on here. Dont give up guys.. |
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Passion... it lies in all of us.
Though unwanted, unbidden - it will stir. Open its jaws and howl.
It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have?
Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love - the clarity of hatred - and the ecstacy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace...
but we would be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered and dank.
Without passion we would be truly dead.
- Joss Whedon |
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Im going to be in LA for a week!! Actually Long Beach, California. Anthing fun to do around here? |
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Im in VEGAS!! Any BDSM clubs that people would recommned? |
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Imagine a scene in a restaurant. Where is not that important, I always find a nice place. Sometimes it has been at a nice low key spanish supper club off 7th ave in NYC; other times in the restaurant atop Mandalay bay hotel in Vegas. Work takes me to world wide so where matters far less then "with who"
You see to me this is about a couple in a quiet corner. Both well-dressed but not over-dressed. Under dim light and the din they appear to be whispering and talking. The music is low. The food is impeccable. The menus are open though not really being browsed. In front is a basket of bread, a plate of fine olive oil and two glasses of wine. Some of the bread has been eaten but the olive oil is untouched.
Under the table, hidden by the long table cloth is quite a different story.
Her legs are splayed wide open.
Her bottom rests bare on her seat.
To her upper thighs are attached thick cuffs of leather, to her wrist another cuff, between the thigh cuff and the wrist cuff: a short metal clasp.
Above the table hey chat openly and freely. Perhaps they debate film or literature? The conversation is easy and it is give and take. Above all he asks a lot of questions and is enthralled by the wisdom and strong opinions she can impart. He wants to learn, be informed, and hear her out.
Even as she argues strongly against him above the table below her blouse her heart beats fast for his hand slowly moves up her thigh. She knows this man well enough to know that the place is safe.
This allows training (or molding) to kick in. when she sat down, her skirt had to rose automatically and she waited for the cue to sit. For a second that felt like a minute her bare striped bottom would be visible if someone could see over his shoulder. Of course that makes her heart pound but her mind is at ease.
She knows he values her and even seems to be a bit in awe. In public she can call him by his first name and he is happy to hear her use his name. The fact they disagree vigorously on state of the economy won't be held against her later when his flogger comes out. Indeed on these matters he never pulls ranks. The give and take of how they interact is respectful and natural. The ease of how she opens up to him has nothing to do with training, rather it is rapport, chemistry, and empathy.
Now, every now and then he'll break from vanilla chat to whispers in her ear, image after image rolls into her mind. Each a notion that is impossible for a responsible modern woman, but each also tangible, indeed craved, as that same woman searches for her submissive truth. In her head she simply hears it, processes it, and lets the resultant feeling wash over her.
…The image of her red bottom bent over his knee
…the notion of her clamped nipples under her blouse while shopping for groceries
…the vision of her naked torso walking out of this very restaurant’s restroom
…the idea of pulling a cigar from her thong and brazenly asking the cute bartender for a light
…the command that makes her roll her thong all the way down and around her ankles. Her dining mate tightly snaps her wrists together behind her back. With the click and a discreetly quiet NOW she starts the process using just the grind of her hips knowing full well that when she is done her most private of undergarments will be visible for anyone who takes the time to gaze at her shoes
Later as the bread in his right hand reaches her privates she is shocked by how it rapidly dampens. As he slowly shares that piece of bread with her she is elated at the pure decadence....
HOWEVER through all this the conversation was light and easy. The only give away of his primal urge to control is how her eyes locked on hers throughout as his nostril flared and the occasional lick of lips and wry , evil, grin.
BDSM is often misinterpreted. Most seem to believe it is a guy telling a woman what to do, how to behave, what to believe. I prefer to see it otherwise. I think it is sub driven.
The challenge is not to impose something; the rush is bringing out of the sub what is most powerful for her.
It is a context that allows you to set aside the conventions of modern society and simply FEEL. If this is not something you can or want to feel it is not for you. I don't ask obedience of my sub-partner so much as I ask honesty. I want her to open herself to feeling. Beyond that the structures of BDSM are simply a way to deeper understanding of self.
This is more or less what I believe |
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"Pain, when pushed and endured long enough, brings to the surface
the uninhibited, raw soul of human beings. When two people can
experience this together, it is like meeting on another plane."
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I am in NYC for the weekend...This place is truly amazing. |
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"The two enemies of the people are criminals and government, so let us tie the second down with the chains of the Constitution so the second will not become the legalized version of the first." Thomas Jefferson |
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Finding intelligent life forms on here, is much like the space exploration expeditions, and their searches for life in outer space.. |
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Going to be in Vegas for the weekend..Any recommendations to see or do? |
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A dedication..that I thought I would share.She called it "Reflections"..
Bluest eyes lift up to him lovingly, she could not deny what her heart felt. As she looks upwards she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror behind him. Completely forgetting Him she moves to the mirror in shock and perhaps awe. Standing in front of it she stares back at what should have been her reflection but she didnt recognize the person staring back ar her. Hand lifts and touches the cool looking glass. The young woman staring back at her was unfamiliar to her, a complete stranger. She was breathtakingly beautiful whoever she was. The flushed cheeks looked radiant upon this girl, soft full rouged lips with a dainty pert nose completed her glowing face. A slight healing cut on her bottom pouty lip addd to her beauty. That small imperfection did not detract from the girl's beauty in fact shockingly so it enhanced it.
The steel about her neck shines almost as brightly as her eyes. Hand moves down the looking glass, to the girl's inner hip. Her other hand touches her own brand, she watches the girl in the mirror. gasps looking down at her own body then back to the mirror. Hands cover her mouth as she whispers," It's........me" Looks back over to her Master, then back to the mirror. Where was the fierce panther in her, the hardened woman who showed the world she feared noone? What had he done to her? Even more so, how did he do it? WHen had she stopped being that shell of an empty to woman to this lovely creature before her?
Sinks to her knees almost in a dream state, the questions in her mind now swirling like a tempest starting. Why had he done this? He had destroyed her......but............but......what she saw staring back at her was not a destroyed woman, no not at all. It was a sensual hot beauty with fire in her eyes and places she didnt even want to think about. Her deep seated fear started to rise now hands shaking. As the woman she once was she could hide behind her mouth, her sracasm her jaded views. He had stripped her of this perhaps. She had no weapons, no sisters, only Him. Hand rests against the cool glass what would become of her? |
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There is so much anger and victimism here on this site, its just depressing. People always complaining about fakes and disrepectful people...and probably WITH GOOD REASON.
I think we have all gone away from the fundamentals and foundations of what I lifestyle is about....
If you cannot respect Power, DO NOT engage in power exchanges, for everyones sake. |
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The success or failures of our relationships may very well hinge on the fundamental understanding of this paradox. ---"The more she does not want to do a certain act, the more she wants to do it, because ultimately the sub's sexual pleasure is not tied to physical acts, but is primarily based on feeling (His) Power, knowing she has pleased and given pleasure to her Master. The more a Master can Create desire in her to do what she previously did not want to do, the more "Power" she will Feel, and that is exactly what she wants. To take her to the limit, to the extreme, to do things she "officially" does not want to do and even to create desire for that very act through her feeling the power and incredible connection with You is not only what she wants, but needs ... craves."
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Anyone play the MMORPG called Second Life? It has quite the D/s community.. |
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7/20 Ive learned something from a certain someone, I thank her for this. . I have learned that we need to be compatible as people first, then our kinky interests and lifestyle choices...second
Online forums generally force us to thrust our interests out there, and ignore the fact that we are people first, and fetishists second.
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| Age: 50 |
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