Don't get the wrong idea, I am not one to lend credence to the belief that one can encapsulate enough of themselves to allow another human to pick it up, dust it off, and decipher it's meaning.
I could go on about how I am a sadist, or my philosophy on controlling another human, but it would be a long and boring read, even perhaps some of the ideas expressed may have even been heard before. Let's just say I am not your typical Dominant, and I am looking for a slave that can accept this fact. I am growing exhausted from people, mostly females, that claim they wish to be a part of what I embody as my lifestyle, and yet, when the cane hits the flesh, things change.
I am not a vanilla man, I cannot be, I have no hope for filling my heart but to find a willing subject, or subjects. I do not feel that monogamy makes a lot of sense. It happens. Sure, at first, young Master may have thought it was a noble thing to praise monogamy, but this Master, almost lost the flame that burns, the one that empowers me to do what I do, to be snuffed, and it was over what I had always warned: jealousy. It has no place in my household. Either you enjoy pleasing someone or you don't. If you get jealous and cause a man's pain, you certainly aren't any slave I would want to keep.
Even snarling in a cage, I would have to look at this beast that is jealousy and rage. No. I am better than that. My house is to be cleansed of all such elements and left only to me and whomever may wish to serve a man they can count on, despite the really fucked up things he enjoys. Take this as you wish, as I said, these words here are not part of the nebulous and living body that is capable of such horrendously beautiful things. Perhaps you may catch me when I m in this particular mood, or close to it, but then, life is short, so I would not try to pin my conscious down to a single ideal, because we all change, even when we don't like to admit it. Also, please do not allow the age to fool you. I am more than capable to support the life of another being, no matter how humiliated or objectified. I am not one to give up, nor am I one to stand back and say nothing when gven the chance to forever hold my peace, Peace is not always my goal, and honestly, a peaceful life is often somewhat contrary to what I wish to accomplish.

Peace shall be disrupted. Only within chaos do we find life, as a slave finds her peace within bondage, so do I find chaos within my hands, I only need someone to share it with, to make sense of it, to have it pound them into submission.... and peace washes over their face while I spar with chaos itself. But hey... it's all part of the job descripion. To use my body as an outlet for creating pain in another, I battle chaos, but I am waiting for the chance to do it again. The extreme duality is a fascinating thing, my friends.