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| Firstly, I am not a Master.
I am not a Sir.
I am Stephen. Had to use the extra 'N' in my Profile name as another Stephen already has it. Unsurprising, it's a fairly regular name. Though I do not like the spelling of it with a 'V' or shortening the name to 'Steve'. Address me as 'Stevie' and you will not receive and answer at all. Do it a second time, you may receive .. something unpleasant.
It's been some time since I've been in any relationship of what I would describe as one of intimacy or as I usually call it, a companionship. I was in a trapped position of having to care for a dying Mother who sadly, painfully, took seven years of declining health before age, her fear of death, strong enough to hold it at bay for at least the last two or three years of her life, became to weak for her body not to finally have its release from the cancer, breathing, strokes and other afflictions to finally let her die.
I write this not as criticism of her. I loved her and took care of her as best I could. Yet being alive and being able to live, are to entirely separate states of being. She did not live her final five years that she was alive. This is why, when the time comes for my own death, I shall choose it and carry it out, if not removed earlier than I plan by unknown factors not of my own doing, to end my life when I can not live it anymore.
If you've the intellect to understand what I mean, read on. Otherwise we're more than likely not going to be compatible.
For now, I'm like most strangers in a new strange land. Uncertain to exactly what I am looking for or what in the course of the new journey, I shall like, dislike, wish to keep for a small while, or for a long while. Or even if I may wish to keep anything at all or keep one thing for as long as possible for it to be kept by me as I am kept with it.
I have long had a dormant dominant side. For most (a small and select few) that believe they 'know' me. They don't know of my more inner thoughts, especially in regards to the majority of my previous relationship or relationships.
Monogamy or Polygamous, being honest, the single most important thing above every other thing there is, I am not certain I am cut correctly to wear either cloth comfortably.
I'm protective, overly so, for those I care for. They usually are small children and older people. So many of my own age, are bogged down in a mindless pursuit of material gain or obsessed with things so mundane I remove myself as far from their company as possible as often as possible.
I know there isn't any God or God's. Any attempt by any person, to dissuade me from the most logical conclusion of the greatest and poorest imaginative friend humanity has come up with, will only be met with indifference and ignored, totally. If you have beliefs to the contrary, even for my dominant side, I will feel a sort of pity you've been unable to outgrow and out-think the indoctrination by your parents, peers, media or societies general need to cling to something of myth to explain what is currently, unexplainable.
Which is like a dominant/submissive relationship. When the vast majority of relationships are, as the poorly termed phrase 'Vanilla' in nature. Why is there those of us that seek more than the one flavour and for informations sake, pure Vanilla is a rare treat indeed.
At times, I have a rage inside where I wish to hurt. My I.Q is of a reasonably high standard and I enjoy discussion on both things that interest me and I know a decent amount about them. I also enjoy finding out about that which I do not know well enough, BDSM being an example.
I look back on my companionships and hardly associate the term 'BDSM' with them, yet I have been drawn to for a long time only for other restraints (not meant as any kind of silly pun) of real life have prevented me from doing so much more for a long time, before I would have liked to have delved more deeply into the subject matter. The internet wasn't the very handy device of my earlier fumblings around into the deeper psyche of this matter to discuss with a far greater and wider range of people with similar interests as my own 'back in the day' as the saying goes.
I can be cold and dispassionate when dealing with adults who, when seeking say, dirty talk for instance, recoil from what they've said to me in past sexual relationships "Don't say the 'C' word". Yet think calling the vagina (literal meaning, a sheath) a pussy when there's hardly any woman alive, or so one may think going by modern pornography and the absence of pubic hair on 90% or more of women, makes not only no sense, it's also a sign that real dirty talk or being degraded and reduced in women to their most basic use, a cunt, means they seek yet fear and shy ever away through fear, of pushing through the boundaries that political correctness, female empowerment and even lack of understanding of history (Chaucer used the words 'keut' 'keunt' ') 'ceunt') as an example in 'The Canterbury Tales'. The word is the first word used for the vagina in anything resembling modern English yet over time, became obscene, not that I have a problem with that, as the puritans and prudes looked for a softer, 'kinder' way to refer to the opening of the birth canal with such an inane word like 'pussy' 'kitty' and suchlike.
Indeed, when an American President can be quoted as having said the word and it's reported on the evening news without censure, how can this be a 'dirty' word in any real meaning?
So, to take a quote from Hamlet, if we are to speak of the holes of a female that provide the pleasures that the male enjoys most. we shall indeed speak of 'Country Matters'. Tje 'o' made redundant as the Baird intended.
If you seek degrading of any kind through verbal communications on your intellect, attractiveness or more important, lack thereof, your association as 'pig' when it's really a Sow, the Pig being the male of the sub-species 'Sus'.
I do take pleasure from humiliation of this form.
I dislike tattoos for the same reason I dislike the permanency of any kind of object you intend or believe at the time of your intent, to keep and like for your lifetime. It is like keeping the one carpet or one couch, the same wallpaper that you liked when you first decorated a room and that room is forever unalterable after that. Tastes change as does the elasticity of the skin. Sagging, old and aged tattoos that adorn people past an age where the vibrancy, glow and brightness of the original tattoo work has long since faded, are sad and rather pathetic in their needs to announce how individual they are, just like every other individual exactly the same as themselves. True individuality resides within, only by accepting your own true nature, can you know your own true individuality.
I first saw a girl urinate for me when I was approx ten/eleven years of age. She was eight/nine. A friends sister. The sight fascinated me in an instant and I've ever since had a strong interest in urolagnia. This interest grew even stronger as we secretly after that, in our childish and curious ways, would look more closely at each other as we pissed (as we came to call it instead of 'weeing'). I would get bolder and ask her to hold her cunt open for me (when I found pornography at School that showed a cunt could be held open) and she would oblige, eagerly oblige. My first dominant/submissive experience in hindsight. She would ask to hold my dick, it was the most common used word instead of pee-pee or willy, when I wanted to piss. Eventually, one day when I was watching and she was not just pissing but rubbing at herself as well, I asked why and she gave the natural reply 'it feels good'. So I didn't even ask, I just reached over and rubbed her pissing young cunt myself, I think she had her first orgasm, though neither of us new at the time is was called that. I certainly had a small and very stiff erection. She kind of blushed and acted shy which I found strange as I had liked what I saw. Out of nothing other than curiosity, I tasted her few piss drops off my fingers, The taste wasn't unpleasant and she looked wide eyed at me and asked if I liked it. I told her, it's okay why, do you like to taste it too and laughed. I found out the reason for her shyness when she said she often while rubbing and pissing, would cup her other hand and lick at her own piss and had done for awhile. I was now, very excited and asked her to do it for me now. But of course, having just emptied her bladder, she made an apology she couldn't as she was dry, I was angered by this, another sign of my dominant nature. My erection had gone done by now and I was the one needing to piss. So I just took by dick out and said for her to drink (and I said 'drink', not 'taste') my piss you dirty cunt. Already learning to use abusive language. Being a year or two older but around the same size in height and weight as girls generally mature at a quicker rate than boys, she could have fought me off probably quite easily.
Instead, she asked, begged really, not to drink it straight from my dick, but to piss on her cunt and she'd cup her hands and lick it to see if she liked the taste of my piss as much as she did her own. I was to angry now to care and just to her open her fucking legs stupid cunt and aiming my dick, growing harder but still not fully erect, pissed onto her cunt. She did as she said, rubbing herself again with the one hand, a cupping her hand to catch my piss with the other and lifted her hand, slowly to her mouth, dipped her tongue in and for the first but not last time, tasted the piss from my body. I was calling her every dirty word I could think of that a boy of that age knew. She was saying how yes, she was a dirty cunt. And how I should let the other boys in my class piss on her as well. It seemed to make her rub herself faster and again, she orgasmed.
And for me, instead of dry pulling myself to a climax, a first, my sperm, aching in my developing balls, make me tug and tug and tug after I'd done pissing (moving up over her dress and she nor I said anything about it as I lost control of my aim) and for another first, I pushed my dick close to her mouth, again like I had seen in porno photos and told her to lick it, she did and with a great eagerness too I thought afterwards that night. I came a little, she didn't like it as much as the piss and said it was 'sticky' gooey', what is it. I didn't know either at the time exactly but just said it's what comes out that makes babies when were older. But if you swallow it or spit it out, it can't make babies. Then the strangest thing, I had to piss again and this time, I just did it straight on her face, She recoiled a little at first and I yelled at her to open her mouth to wash away the 'gooey' stuff. Again, her innate submissive nature coming through, she did. She gagged, coughed and spat but she also swallowed, or tried to at the same time.
So, I became a watersport (again, a totally different meaning to what I thought of as watersports prior to that) enthusiast and dominate at around that age. And the fucking little cunt that encouraged me to use her that way, is of course to blame for corrupting my innocence.
All women being at their centre of course, receptacles for a males fluids. Saliva when kissing, spit if lubricating while licking at their holes. Sperm to procreate is one has a desire to do so (I never have). And afterwards, like other animals that we neglect to often to remind ourselves that's what we are as well as the other beasts of the planet, to mark what was mine (her at that time and until we were well into our mid-teens) by pissing on her when I was satisfied with the sex.
I did love her, or what I believed to be love and was heart-broken as well as sexually devastated when they moved to another state. I had a scholarship to a school I could not otherwise have afforded to attend and so, didn't want to leave to follow her as my desire for learning was then, remains now, as strong as my desire for a companion and for a companion who satisfies my needs as I had satisfied hers.
So I've role-played 'age-play' even before that too, became a term I read online, with a few accepting different partners and not have had partners at all for very long by even bringing up the subject. Strangely I have thought, most of my partners haven't been adverse to at least trying piss-play though. Not all have liked it and some flat out refused. Yet they would go arse to mouth on what I would look at what I thought was a shit-stained dick at times (most cleaned prior to anal, yet there's usually no sure way of entirely cleaning oneself through a home enema) without hesitation. Sex, human nature. It's not for us to understand why we enjoy, but to know what limits we have (role playing age games is fine, under-age is abhorrent) and if consent is there, then it's of the two (or more depending on the amount of those involved in consent) and that, along with trust, is all that matters.
I can as written before, by cold and very aloof. Mild Aspergers I have been tested for a few times. Also social alienation. I don't like parties or crowds of people all that much. On occasions, I can find them enjoyable but only in moderation and preferably, with as little as possible people attending that I know. Finding a conversation with a stranger that resonates with you both, is a truly magical and rare find. Treasure the experience if and when you have the opportunity to do so.
I have also, a superiority not complex, rather a conviction. I'm in every way except the physical, far above the common mob of humanity. So taking in and nurturing an inferior I've found makes for a very good didactic between a dominant and a submissive personality in both intellect and emotional and physical relationships.
My temper can be quick, explosive and seemingly from 'nowhere'. Especially towards companions (as I've never had a long term, over four/five years) 'partner', I prefer the term, companion while involved with another whose diametric is the opposite of mine in their own desires.
Sending a Secondary Teacher who I was only seeing on an irregular basis for instance to her Schooling classes. Where underneath her neat and professional outfit. I'd have written over her body what a slut she was and how the school class and other Teachers, office workers and the maintenance staff, should really use her body to teach sex education. With her holes to be the main practice equipment. Sending her into work with my piss as her mouthwash on he breath to further keep her worth as little more than a plaything I enjoyed immensely as well. As for her butt-plug. She'd been wearing that herself she told me from when she had a crush on one of her own teachers from around the age of 16/17. Stolen from her Mother's sex-toy chest. I asked how she knew if it was certainly her Mother's and not her Father's? She found this very disturbing to think of her Father being perverted enough to enjoy being sodomised yet I only brought the thought to her silly little pretty head when she told me of the enormous strap-on she'd also found among her parent's 'toys'.
She also liked bruising that was just out of sight of her rather ample (a shorter lass and overweight) but still attractive by her eager need to please and be chastised for never wholly succeeding in being able to please to my total contentment. A lie but one she never and to this day wherever she may be, ever found out abut.
She was also the first woman I took a cane to her breasts, arse, the inside of her thighs but not her back. She couldn't see the markings on her back and took no pleasure from that. But where I had left, at times, deep scarring that would last a week, two, she would be proud of. Like the bruising of twisting pinched, punched firm fat tits, when showing off cleavage to strangers and that .. thought of them seeing her abuse and debasement, would give her a wetness she told me that would lead to midday frigging sessions at work or finding the nearest toilet or back to her window tinted car to get herself off on how disgusted or aroused or both, those who had seen her markings had thought of this wanton and wanting slut.
Ropes and bondage, while I've performed them when begged to do so or as a reward, I personally find tedious. I'm no good at knots for a start. And the pain from cramping which I've witnessed, hasn't been an erotic pain but one of real torture and can lead to serious consequences if blood cannot be restored to the cramping area in a hurry. Tightly bound rope bondage, unless you've a good Stanley knife at hand, can be hard to achieve this need.
Yet, I'm open minded on the needs that the companions have had as they after all is said and done, are as open minded to my own needs and desires as well.
So, that is Stephen. If he appeals to you, you're very welcome to introduce yourself and we may see if there's a mutual melding of the minds, emotions and physical that might develop into a more substantial undertaking than mere internet correspondence.
Age and looks aren't overly important. I am not attracted to extreme obesity.
I've no homosexual/bisexual interest. Nor am I interested in trans-gender people. Though I congratulate those who have the courage to make this decision to alter a genetic failure that's put their gender identity into the incorrectly given gender of their birth body.
One of my few reservations after having worked to closely with a few women far to overweight and I found them also, slovenly. Another habit that is not desirable. I don't smoke and anyone that does, is an idiot putting themselves on the road to not only an early death. But a very unpleasant one of being unable to breath (and not in an auto-erotic asphyxiation) but long lonely hours hooked up to machines and little contact with anything except overworked nursing staff that have seen it all before not matter how kind or attentive they are to your particular case. I drink rarely. Do not take illegal drugs, mainly due to quality control. I do take preion medication for some uses other than which they have been prescribed. I can, when trust is/if it is established, elaborate further on that at a later time.
And in some things and instances, though I am not a Master or Sir (or even a Daddy, though I can role-play that part as I can role-play for those that want to be a Mummy) I am Stephen. And you, if you've read to this part, now know my story.
If you wish to be another chapter of it, the decision as it should be, is yours.
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