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| Male Dominant
A passionate man with quirky tastes, a quick wit and great teeth. You may not always agree with me, but you'll NEVER be bored.
I am an experienced dominant looking for a submissive female playmate.
I'm looking for a woman who is bold and fun. Someone who enjoys bondage and giving of herself.
I prefer shapely women with enough mobility to easily kneel, crawl and cross her wrists behind her back.
I like to play bondage games in public, just to keep the thrill alive. Games like "Click". where I put a gals wrists together behind her back or against a wall and whisper "click" and she must maintain that position until I release her. If she breaks the bond, she gets a creative punishment.
I truly enjoy a woman's body, and I'm a good photographer. I know how to use light and shadow, and how to take a nice clear picture that highlights the best features of a model. Want some hot bondage shots of yourself?
My taste in music is eclectic. If you were to check my iPod, you would find bands like Frank Zappa and Weird Al as well as Klaatu and Dire Straights. I also like the Holy Modal Rounders, and any sea shanties. Yes, I'm kinda out of the box, so to speak. But for the most part I love all music. I play mandolin, conga drum, and bamboo flute. (But not at the same time, of course)
Politically, I am tending toward anarchy these days. I have pretty much lost faith in our current political system and mistrust the government.
I'm looking to spend some exciting afternoons with a submissive who appreciates a Dominant with a wicked imagination.
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Several years ago I went on a date with a delightful slave who happened to live near me at the time. I was keeping a journal at the time and wrote the following account of the date to remember it by. I decided to transcribe my account of this date here so that people new to the BDSM lifestyle can get a feel for how a BDSM date goes. This first date was a success and I had several other dates which I may also post here if folks are interested.
We decided to get together and I met her in the bookstore. She was standing at the counter buying a triple mocha. I recognized her by the pretty summer dress and the delicate tatoo on her left forearm.
She was much prettier than I expected her to be. I have met people from on-line conversations before and they tend to be on the bovine side of the description they send me. She was round, but firm. Big breasted and long haired. I was delighted to find so attractive a woman with such an intense sexual fire in her belly. It takes a strong and inteligent woman to make a good slave. She was both of these and passionate as well. I knew this from our online conversations.
I walked up to her and met her eyes. She looked apprehensive at first and I said, "Do you like chocolate mousse?" She said yes, and I told her of a little place where we could get a good mousse.
The place was an upscale pizza place where we sat in a cosey wooden booth, eating mousse and talking. I leaned close to her across the table and I think she thought I wanted to kiss her. Instead, I whispered' "Pull your dress up so you are bare on the bench." Her face briefly colored as she gracefully complied with my request.
She played with her mousse in the most sensual way. I have never seen a woman spoon mousse like that. It turned me on just watching it. This is a woman with great sensual powers. As the butterflies in my stomach battled for a better position, I took a deep breath.
Afterward, we walked out to my car. On the front steps of the restaurant, I stopped her and we looked at the sunset. Then I kissed her. She seemed reluctant, but I could feel the energy beneath that facade. I forced her lips to mine and she responded passionately. I could feel her nipple poking against my chest. Yum.
She thanked me after the kiss. Like a good slave. I commented on her enchanting perfume, and she said it was "Taboo". We laughed about how fitting a name it was for her scent.
I put her in the car and I told her to pull her dress up so she was bare on the seat. She complied, beautifully. I helped her get her dress from underneath her ass, and felt her roundness for the first time. Mmmmmm. I then asked if she had shaved her cunt, and slipped my hand between her legs. She quickly spread them to allow me free access and I discovered that she had, and was smooth and hairless. Like a good slave should be. I dipped my finger into her slit, and she moaned softly, her breath catching.
I drove to the marina, and we sat for a moment, in the car, talking and we kissed deeply again. I had my hand at the back of her head, her hair entwined in my fingers. I pulled her head back and forced her to kiss me again. Her mouth opened sweetly and I fucked her mouth with my tongue. We stepped out of the car and I took her cigarretts and lighter, taking charge of them. I tied a silk scarf she wore around her neck to her wrist and whispered "This is a promise for later." We smoked one while we looked out over the water.
Soon she had to use the restroom, and I took the knot of the scarf around her wrist and led her to the lighted rest facilities on the pier. Her fingers caressed my hand as I led her there. As we approached the light I took her hand and held it, because there were a bunch of people there on such a beautiful evening, and I didn't want to humiliate her at this point, only to excite her. It worked.
She came out and I took her back to the car. I asked what she felt like doing now, and she said we could go someplace like Thekla, a local dance club, find a fairly dark secluded corner and... I asked if she had ever been bound in a public place. That seemed to excite her. I mentioned how I had always fantasized about driving through town with a bound naked woman in my front seat. She groaned approvingly. We got back to the car I bound her wrists together and I drove us to Stevenson park (by the new DNR building) and we started making out. I leaned her seat back and put her hands over her head, leaving her body exposed by my attentions. I opened her dress enough to expose her hard nipples, and squeezed them firmly. I pulled her dress up to reveal her smooth cunt, and ordered her to open her legs. She didn't do it, so I slapped her inner thigh and repeated the command. She groaned and kissed back passionately. I slapped her thigh again, harder and her thighs parted slowly. I then slipped my finger into her very wet steaming cunt. She was very tight, and muscular inside.
The energy of the moment was intense at this point. I could feel it surging in my chest and belly. She said she was having trouble breathing, (she was breathing quite hard by this time) and we got out of the car. We cooled. I tied the scarf around her neck and asked if she had ever been collared. She said no. We smoked some pot from a tiny pipe she had brought. "Do you know what sound I really like?" I asked her. I pulled up the back of her dress, exposing her naked ass and slapped it. The sound resounded throught the tiny park. She groaned and wriggled. I slapped it again a little harder and told her to give me her ass, probing her cunt with my fingers. I wanted her to present her ass so I could finger her cunt from behind, so I spanked her a few more times until she let me into her tight hole. She was sopping wet and very hot. I pulled out my finger and she begged to taste it. She took my finger into her mouth and sucked it provocatively for a long time. I opened the top of her dress and pulled on her nipples. "Ever thought of having your nipples pierced?" I asked. "Yessss" she hissed. "It would make them easier to pull, and control you by." I said. "Yesss." she hissed again. Have you ever been walked on a leash?" She murmured "No" and shook her head slowly, her eyes closed. We will have to do something about that.
I hugged her passionately, pressing her against the car. I pulled her dress up so her ass was directly against the metal surface of the car, then bent down and sucked her left nipple into my mouth. She groaned with pleasure. I told her she tasted delicious. Then I decided I couldn't make that determination without tasting her deeper. I slid down and slipped my tongue into her sweet pussy crease. She groaned loudly and quivered, her breath comming sharply. I just love eating a hairless cunt. Yummmmm!
"Now it's time for a naked ride through town." I said and we worked the buttons of her dress open. I stripped her dress off, letting it drop to the ground. She shivered, standing there naked in the middle of town. Then I unhooked her bra and freed magnificent breasts with their hard nipples. She stood there naked for a moment, and I hugged her close, feeling her round ass and the tight muscles of her back. I put her in the car, and walked around. I bound her wrists with the scarf, and buckled her seatbelt. (It is the law, you know.)
"I don't know if I can do this." she said, her voice quavering. I soothed her and told her I would take the deserted freeway. (I had planned to take the freeway the whole time, but wanted her to feel the anticipation of a cross town drive.) She breathed hard while we pulled out of the parking lot and she again protested. I told her she had no choice and drove on. When she protested again, voice quivering, I capitulated the point and pulled over to let her get dressed. It was just too intense for her this time. She put on her dress, but nothing else.
We got on the freeway and I drove her to my house. We parked in the yard out back and sat for a while, talking and kissing. We went to the back of the wagon, and lay down on the sleeping bag. I unbuttoned her dress and looked at her naked body. It was beautiful. So smooth and hairless. I looked closely at her sweet cleft, and kissed it. She squirmed below me. I wedged my thigh between her legs and patiently licked her nipples, biting them occasionally, making her moan.
"I want to rub my beard on your thighs." I whispered as I kissed my way south. I kissed her smooth pubic mound and rubbed my curley beard against it and against the inside of her thighs. She squirmed and eventually I could tell it was too intense, so I went back up to kiss her. "You have an unfair advantage." she told me with a smile.
By now it was time for her to go, and we stepped out for a smoke. I hugged her close and massaged her back and ass. We talked about how intense the energy was between us for a long time. I felt very comfortable with her. I felt that I had met her before. In fact, I feel we have a Karmic tie. I truely feel we have made love before in another life. It was so powerful and so right.
I pointed out the tree where I maintain bondage ropes hung from branches. She cocked her eyebrows, and said thanx, now she will carry that image around. I smiled. Yes, you will, my dear. She had to pee again, (and so did I) so she squatted in front of the car and let fly, while I went off in another direction. I have her a happy meal napkin to wipe herself with. She put it in her purse. "I don't want to litter", she said with a smile.
We got back into the car and I took her back to the bookstore. It was that "awkward" time after sex when you are winding down, but the energy wasn't awkward. Quite the opposite, it was still very alive, but becomming non-sexual. And I still loved it. She told me of a friend of hers at work who has an expensive collar she will trade for a copy of the videotape of "The Story of 'O'". I told her that when she gets it. (I assumed she would get it because she had mentioned it. My assumption may also be intrepeted as a subtle command by a perceptive slave.) I want to put it on her for the first time.
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The Cold Roll by The Holy Modal Rounders:
Your jelly roll ain't what it was, when I met you back in '31
Time was home I'd come & your jellyroll was yum yum yum
You used to serve it hot any time of day
But now when you serve it, it's cold as clay
I like my jelly, I like my jellyroll
But how can I like it when you serve it cold
I like that jellyroll,
In the morning it is cold
I like my jellyroll,
In the morning it is cold
But it's been warmer than my toes, it's froze
Well go and tell me Mama have you lost your cookbook
On how you bake jellyroll or am I mistook
Now ain't this really the cold sweet potato pie
You know that the tongue of the connoisseur don't lie
What's the matter with this here jelly roll
Is the oven broke or out of control
I'm losin' sleep and hungry can't you see
I do believe you lost your recipe
I like that jellyroll,
In the morning it is cold
I like that jellyroll,
In the morning it is cold
But it's much colder than my nose, it's just froze
Well I'm gonna take you baby to the turkish bath
To put some heat in your yas yas yas
We'll come on home and start to bake
Some of that good juicy jelly roll cake
If that don't work, I got the fix-it kit comin'
Somethin's probably wrong with your gut plumbin'
I hope I can fix it cause as you can see
Your jelly roll ain't what it used to be. |
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I had a dream of you.
You were kneeling with your knees wide apart. Your sex over a vibrator that I have that activates by pressure. You had to arch your back to push against it and make it hum.
I had your arms tied behind you in a sleeve of rope that was tied to a ring bolt in the floor behind you.
When you arched your back, I would lick and suck your nipples, biting and pulling them harder until you had to flex your back again. Sucking and biting one while pulling and pinching the other.
You shook with anticipation and need.
I woke up before I let you cum.
Sorry about that.
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I'm in the mood to do some shibari bondage.
I wonder if anyone around here is up for it?
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I wish I could find a fem sub with tree bondage fantasies in the Daytona Beach area.
I think that would make our lives interesting for a while.
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A thought for the new year.
Why is our economy based on fear and greed?
An economy focused this way puts the most fearful and greedy in charge. I for one, believe they are the LAST ones you want in charge. A fearful greedy person will be more than happy to start wars and steal anything they can get their hands on. Case in point, the entire U.S. government and corporate structure.
I believe the only way to change this for the better is to switch from a fear based economy using tokens that can be stolen, to a hope based economy where everyone gets the necessities and the reward is to do what you want to do.
Think about it. Instead of getting paid and spending much of your time reinvesting and paying bills and doing whatever you can to prevent theft of your money, you would have no worries about being evicted or arrested for not having money, but would worry about being the best at whatever you want to do so you can get the resources you need to do it.
Instead of over half our workforce hard at tracking the tokens we call money, our workforce is actually working on projects that improve humanity as a whole.
Animals don't worry about money, and humans didn't worry about it for the majority of our existence. Why should we buy into that reality now?
It's our choice. We can continue to support the greedy fearful folks that "own" or control everything, or we can take a different track and forsake money and live our lives the way we want to.
Sounds like a no-brainer, to me.
Comments?
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"Yesterday it was my birthday
I put one more year on the line.
I should be distressed, my life's a mess
But I'm havin a good time"
(Have a good time, Paul Simon)
Yep, it was my birthday yesterday.
So I'm older and presumably wiser. One would hope, anyway.
I find myself wondering why the rulers of the US, the corporations, are intentionally turning over all production to China, and putting our government, (us, in otherwords) so deeply in debt to them? It's almost as if they were being paid off by the Chinese to do so.
Is it all for that uptick in profit margin? Are they really that stupid? What happens when they evict us? I suppose the US royalty thinks they can escape and continue to live like kings in Dubai or some other haven, but I'm thinking the new owners are going to want to change the money so that those who so wickedly stole it will end up holding useless paper.
So why don't we, the American people, push to have the money changed? Our economy is based on greed, so the greediest people rise to the top. Since when have greedy people made good leaders? NEVER!
I think we need to change the economy so that leadership and ability are the basis, so the top dogs will be the strongest and most able leaders. And specifically NOT domineering leaders, but inspirational leaders.
I had hopes that Obama would be an inspirational leader, but the last one we had got shot. Kenedy was our last truly inspirational leader. Carter was a good man, and a wise leader, but he was too trusting and got torpedoed by his own people. Mostly the GOP. And sold out by he CIA chief, Daddy Bush at the time, so the big rescue of the hostages taken by Iatolah Komeni was expected by the Iranians who had the deal with the Regan administration.
A good example of how twisted our national government has become. With so much backbiting and infighting in Congress, all for the love of money, it's no wonder we're going down the tubes. I'm afraid the great United States of America will go the way of the Romans, crushed under the weight of it's own corruption, unless something drastic is done. Something the shadow government that runs this nation will not like. And that means major strife to make it happen.
Maybe we, as citizens, have become to complacent and soft to force our nation back on track, but I hope not.
One more year. Let's hope this next one will see better times.
I have spoken.
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Am I too old?
I don't feel that old.
Or is it something I said?
Oh well.
I'm probably better off without, anyway. |
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Good worker! Have a dollar.
If you're good, you'll get more dollars.
They don't mean anything. They're just digits in a computer somewhere, but you get them when you work. And if you go to the bank and you have some digits, you can get some slips of paper with pictures of dead presidents on them to carry with you.
Why can't we have an economy that allows us to do the things we want to do?
Want to put solar panels on your roof? Do it. Solar panels should be free, but they're very expensive because the oil companies bought up all the solar technology back in the 80s to keep it from hurting the energy industry. So now, no regular people can afford to solarize their homes and are forced to use the energy sold by the power companies that is generated by oil fired power plants. What a waste.
Want a new car? Go to the car factory and help build a few, then take one to use for yourself. Want an old car? Just find one someone that went to build a new one of their own has left in a free lot and start driving. There are plenty of cars to go around. In our economy, most of them sit in car lots waiting to be sold, or they get crushed because the market isn't right for them. What a waste.
Need a place to live? Go where you want to live and look for an empty place. Then fix it up and live there. In our economy many of the houses are sitting empty waiting for someone to buy or rent them. What a waste.
Want to go yachting? Just go down to the marina and find a boat nobody is using and take it out. In our economy most boats just sit in the marina waiting for someone to buy them or use them. What a waste.
As a society, we can no longer afford to waste as much as we do. We need to scrap the meaningless economic model we are currently using, and embrace a new, better reality. One where people are more valued than imaginary digits we call money. Money is obsolete.
I have spoken
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Ok, this is kind of a rant, and totally off topic for this venu, but I feel it's important.
I hate seeing the nation sending it's young men and women out where they have no idea who the enemy are.
Vietnam was a nasty conflict, and ended badly for everyone.
The current conflict is not only like Vietnam in that we don't know who our friends are, but it was started under false pretenses as well.
No investigation into the demolition of the twin towers and building seven had been launched when they started sending troops to Afghanistan.
Soon afterwards they lied about Iraq having weapons of mass destruction, and sent troops there too.
And it has never occurred to any of you "brain surgeons" that American corporations staged the 911 demolition to look like an attack?
Even after seeing what American corporations did in Vietnam to boost sales of their war oriented products, nobody thought to question why two skyscrapers built to withstand impacts from aircraft larger than those that plowed into them would suddenly crumble to the ground after being struck. Nobody questioned the four billion dollar no-bid contract awarded to Halliburton, or the destruction of two buildings that were about to become HUGE liabilities to the owner because they were about to be condemned due to poorly applied asbestos fire proofing? Have any of you wondered why building seven which housed the SEC and FBI investigation files for several pending cases against corporate giants as well as backup records of all the illegal and suspicious NYSE transactions that occurred just before the event, just fell down for no apparent reason? Don't you all see that this whole thing was a big show to get Americans to back the corporate rape of our economy?
Now that the rape is over, and our economy lies in ruins, nobody is doing anything to stop it from happening again, or even to admit it happened in the first place. So America is responding just like a sexual rape victim. Telling themselves it never happened and even though it did, they don't tell anyone else for fear that they will be looked upon as a gullible slut who was looking for it in the first place. People of America. That is what makes a gullible slut, someone who acts JUST LIKE THAT!
Face it, people, corporate America has turned against the populace and is running PsyOps against the American people just so they can enslave us with control of the Federal Reserve notes they steal.
We all know that we have no chance of ever becoming major players, or even of being comfortable enough in life to focus on what we want to do. They have the game rigged seven ways from Sunday, and there is NOTHING you or I can do about it as long as we play this game.
We need to change the rules!
We need to take back our government, and use it against the corporations as it was originally intended to be used by the founding fathers.
Our government is supposed to represent WE THE PEOPLE. Not corporate interests. Not the Federal Reserve Bank of New York. Not insurance company lobbies.
It doesn't matter what color the president is as long as he is in the pockets of corporations, and THEY ALL ARE. We KNOW this, yet we consider it normal. That means they have won!
So the terrorists who demolished the world trade centers have won, and have taken all our monopoly money and convinced us that money is worth our blood sweat and tears. How do you like that, America?
They have control of our government. DON'T LET THEM KEEP OUR NATION FROM US
WE HAVE RIGHTS!
Let's use them.
Ok, I'm off my soap box now.
This was probably the wrong venu for such a rant, but I just had to let it out, and say the Empress is naked! (Yes, I know the story was about the Emperor, but I would rather see an Empress naked. )
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I wonder why some women are all friendly and flirty until you get them undressed, then they act distracted and maybe a little annoyed?
It may come for self-consciousness, I suppose. But it completely defeats the purpose. If they can't just relax and enjoy themselves, they miss out on all the fun.
One of the worst things is to get a woman in bed after playing and getting each other hot, only to have her start talking about other subjects. Plans for the next day, things that she should get from her purse. Goofy stuff like that. It totally breaks the mood, and just ruins the moment.
I wish there were some way to just keep them on track for a short while. I mean besides hypnosis. That works, but having to hypnotize a woman for sex just seems tacky to me.
Maybe I just need to change my attitude about that.
Ok, I'm done ranting. I feel better now.
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I love the look a woman gets when she is bound and exposed to me.
Just the look on her face is priceless.
Anticipation mixed with a little trepidation and a lot of arousal.
When she sees the crop. Or when she sees the razor sharp blade drawn to cut her remaining garments from her.
I love the way her body trembles and her nipples harden. I love the smell of her body preparing to placate me, her rapacious lover. I love the way her belly quivers when she opens her legs on command. But most of all, I love the look on her face.
You can tell just from the look on her face that she is resigned to what will happen, whatever that may be. She knows this is an event in her life, that could get deadly serious. But the most impressive thing is the hope beneath it all.
I don't get off on scaring people. I want to challenge them to find their limits and their place. Sure there is always a little fear when you're pushing any emotional boundary. But you also have hope that your partner will bring you through that barrier to a new plateu. One that will cement your union and give you a new place in this life.
I love to see that, because then I know I'm on the right path. Because I too am seeking that same plateau. That same partnership.
Love
We have more than enough fear, we need more love in this world.
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Being rich doesn't make you happy. I know, because I've known a lot of "rich people" and they were all miserable.
Buying stuff doesn't feed your soul. I know, because I've seen the stuff gathering dust.
Happiness comes from within. If you're a happy person, you can be happy with nothing.
Being rich and buying stuff just so you can lord it over others is a symptom of a diseased soul seeking validation.
The true measure of wealth is the ability to feel the love of those you respect. If you don't respect anyone, you live a poor life, indeed.
Happiness comes from loving each other and respecting each other. We all have our foibles and fortes. We are all useful, if for no reason then to be
an example of what not to do. Money is worthless. Literally. It's just paper that represents nothing. It's your relationships with others that enrich you.
The United States of America was founded on the principle of tolerance. All religions were tolerated, as well as all races, colors and creeds.
When the nation started there was racial slavery, but only because the economy was built on it by the Europeans that started plantations here. The slavery lasted as long as it had to to keep the economy strong enough to prevent the Europeans from taking the new world back.
Now racial slavery is gone, but all people have become slaves to the banks.
The original founding fathers started the American revolution BECAUSE European banks were charging interest on the money we used. The founders saw that having to buy your money with interest was a form of slavery, so they revolted. Now we have the Federal Reserve Bank that charges interest on the money we use, and the revolutionary government has been bought by the very same bankers that we revolted against ages ago. What are these overlords paying for this nation of slaves? Nothing. They just print paper and make us work for it. So having more pieces of paper only means you're deeper in the pockets of the bankers. And that doesn't make you better than anyone.
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Am I a pervert?
Sometimes I like to talk to my playmate while she's bound and blindfolded. Tell her how she looks to me, and let her know what's coming next so she can anticipate the experience in silence.
She mustn't interrupt. That would be rude and warrants a sharp slap, and maybe a gag.
I like to challenge her to take as much as she can, but let her know I'm there to save her and cuddle her. Kiss away her tears and gently rock.
But sometimes I just like to feel my playmate in silence. Experience her smooth roundness. Explore her hollows. Feel her warmth. Listen to her breath and the dripping.
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This country is no longer a democracy. The overlords have hacked all the voting systems and put whomever they want into office. The tax payers are footing the bill for all their expeditions into other markets and resource theft, sending not only our money, but our own children to go out and terrorize the civilians in other countries. It's grim.
If you have ever been in a war zone, you will know it's the civilians that take the brunt of the damage. Their homes are destroyed. Their women and children are killed. Their national infrastructure is "bombed back to the stone age" so to speak. So yes, it's the civilians that our troops are killing. The resistance fighters are quick and wary. They know how to take cover and evade capture, while the civilians out to do their regular business get caught in the crossfire. And who wouldn't resist a foreign power rolling through your home town killing civilians and blowing things up. You see, it's not the politics, it's the situation they are responding to.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, our politicians are demanding more and more so they can get whatever it is our troops are securing for their profit margin.
But guns are not the power we need. Guns are the power they use. We need a force of will. Because it's not the weapons that win the war. It's the resolve of the warriors that make it happen. We need to unite under one banner. It doesn't matter if your white, black, yellow, red, brown or if you believe in Allah, Jehovah, Moses, Christ or Buddha. What does matter is your will to make our world a better place for everyone. The will to make things right is what ultimately carries a fight.
So fly the good old Betsy Ross flag proudly. That's when our national spirit was clean and our nation was truly free.
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Humanity cannot go on like this.
We, as a people, need to change. The way we are living is killing us, and the planet we live on.
Everyone now seems to be doing crazy things in the name of money. Raping the earth, blowing up buildings, evicting people from their homes. All of this is illogical.
There are wharehouses full of stuff stored because people think they can get more money for it later. It's going to waste. All those last year's models of computer games just sit. All the food someone horded awiting a way to get it to a better market is spoiling just sitting in storage. If a store can't sell something, they destroy it so it doesn't bring the price of the stock they can sell down.
Money is getting in the way of our very survival on this planet. We need a better way to do things. One where things aren't wasted, and everyone gets what they want.
There are only two true emotions; love and fear. Every other emotion is based on either one or the other. Anger and greed come from fear. Desire, and devotion come from love. The powers that be know this. They are well versed in emotional intelligence.
The economy we live under now is based on fear. This means the most fearful or greedy end up with the most power. This is crazy, because those hoarders are the very people we LEAST need in control. All they want to do is get more for their hoarding.
Logically, hoarding should be illegal, but the way things are set up now, it's revered. The richest men in the world should NOT be praised, they should be pittied, because they have a disease. That disease is greed. But instead, they run the show and use their power to push the rest of us lower so they can get even more.
There's enough here for everyone to be happy and healthy and productive. If it weren't for the hoarders, we would all have solar panels on our roofs and everything would be free to everyone.
It's time we see money for what it really is. Paper. No more, no less. We need to stop chasing paper and start doing what's best for all of us.
I'm not the only one who feels this way. There's a movement that is gaining momentum called "The Venus Project". Named for the Goddess of love, this project seeks to bring more love and togetherness into the world.
You should Google it.
More love, less fear. That's what we need today.
Be well
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Ever wonder what you look like naked, struggling in bondage?
Bondage photography isn't about capturing a woman's "lady parts", it's about capturing a special moment of life.
The perfect moment.
The goal is to capture a woman being a woman and reveling in that being.
Bondage helps to set the mood if the model is into bondage. If not, you may as well put a hood over her head and hope you can catch a random "brilliant gesture" to make it look like she's into it, but that's a real crapshoot.
I would love to photograph a model who revels in being a woman in bondage.
Is any gal out there interested in capturing images of themselves reveling in that woman magic that makes it all so much fun?
One can only hope.
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Who is bold enough to serve me?
To walk with me at BikeWeek in a short dress without underwear?
To flash on command and show her lust to all?
To be bound by my word and my cuffs?
Who will serve me to find the dept of her lust?
I await her.
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The United States of America: Land of the free?
How free are we, really? We're born naked, but we had better cover up quickly, because you will get arrested if you don't wear clothes. No shirt, no shoes, no freedom.
We're only allowed to have one wife here. Sex for money is illegal, but huge corporations can use sexy models to sell stuff.
Just like it's illegal to steal, but white collar criminals like the US Congress or the Federal Reserve bank get away with murder. Litterally.
So I guess freedom is for those with good lawyers. You can only be free if you have a team of overpaid verbal brawlers running interferance for you.
That kind of leaves the rest of us with the freedom to be arrested for not wearing seatbelts or for not wearing pants.
But some say it's to protect our children. Protect them from what? The truth? Yes, we are sexual beings. We all have genetailia! That's not news, people. Even kids know that.
If I were to strip my slave, bind her and walk her down the street on a leash, kids would probably think that was pretty cool. They would know we were playing, because kids play all the time too.
So why make everyone suffer because some people have twisted morals?
Yes, the "moral majority" isn't moral nor are they a majority. Good christian mores are certainly not what these people are preaching. The folks who wrote the bible had concubines. Lots of them. And they bound them and whipped them publicly all the time. That's how they lived. What we do isn't anything like living. We struggle and survive. Yippee.
It's just not fair. But then nobody ever said life would be fair.
I have spoken
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Hello . . .
Is there anybody out there. . .
Anybody who understands my heart and shares my lust?
If you can kneel and present yourself in a pleasing way, I will notice.
If you are respectful and obey, I will train you.
If you please me, I will bind you and show you the joy of submission.
If you submit and our flames become one, I will collar you and mark you as mine.
If I want you, I need you to obey. Failure to obey dissapoints me, and you don't want to do that. Or maybe you do, just for the punishment rush, but I don't like to be dissapointed.
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| Age: 32 |
| Dallas,
Texas |
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