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| In the pursuit of my chosen paths, various nymphs have led me on some merry chases in the past and it is with some regret that I must restrict my indulgence. I'll name my vices quite happily: tobacco, alcohol, and adrenaline are consistent companions. Hopefully you will become a fourth, one more conducive to my well-being.
My tastes run the gamut, from pets to discipline to restraints. The only constant is that I will not give you up. I'm a possessive sort: I don't share well, and I have no desire to find someone and then set them aside and start over. I abhor wasted effort: if I must repeat something, I will ensure that it sticks. I expect timeliness: I accept the unforeseen, but will not allow excuses. I require communication: I cannot accurately determine the best course of action if I am unaware of circumstances. I demand commitment: I will stand by my agreements. How can I accept anything less from you?
I will teach you as I desire, guide you in your actions. In return you will offer me your thoughts and feelings: a new world for me to explore in the sensations, both mental and physical, that I can shape within you.
I will correct you when I see fit, comfort you when you need, and shelter you from the cruelties you face. In return, I expect you to grow and develop, to take hold of what I can offer and use it to set your path.
I'll not lie, I won't give you the moon and the stars. My job took an oath, and I won't walk away from it. But anything that I can give you, I will, so long as you commit yourself to me. And if you wish to see the road, wherever it may lead, I'd love to take you there.
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