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What is it that you think you want? How did you get there and by what path? These are the questions that interest me. Remember... you have no leverage with me. I don't care about the size of your tiny male clitoris. You have never met anyone like me. You have never been with an absolute before. The old schoolers would understand, but no one else. |
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What are you looking for? Do you even know? So many subs and such weak-minded fools. I can crush you with my mind. |
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Which kind of bird are you? A swallow or a stuffed parrot? :) |
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Hey bitches... what's the difference between a captive slave and a Porsche?
I don't have a Porsche in my garage. :) |
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I like the lowest of the low. |
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I am not afraid of your darkest fantasies.
Where is the line between punishment and abuse, between being a caring Dominant and a totally sadistic psychopath? Who cares? I think I'll have another beer. If you are a safe, sane SSC type, do yourself a favor and beat yourself with a fur-lined flogger. I don't even wish to think about your mainstream, narrow-minded, "D/s is all about love" crap.
If you are still reading this journal entry, it means that at some level you are an emotional loser. You get off on the fact that there are people in this world who don't care about you. You are an object to them. Something in your head is broken and you don't want to fix it, instead you want to immerse yourself into it. Like seeing a pool where you know the water is cold, yet still you jump in. You want to know that the guy pissing in your face thinks you are nothing more than a urinal.
You probably come from a dysfunctional family and were sexually molested by a trusting uncle or the babysitter rubbed her crotch in your face and you found yourself getting sexually excited. You didn't know it then, and it wasn't your fault, but now you crave those sick feelings again and don't know how to get it.
If any of this speaks to you, then you need to speak to me. Remember... I am not afraid of your darkest fantasies. |
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Now I have a hot looking female writing me from the UK. How sad is that? She has a minimalist profile on CM that she can use to contact someone and then disappear without a trace. Listen people... do not mess with me unless you can actually handle it. I will crush you. |
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Wow... some pathetic loser just wrote me from Chicago. Get this, he has a 4 inch cock! Four inches... no wonder he's a slave. He should serve others forever. |
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Been gone a while. Haven't checked my mail or anything, but I'm back. So shut the F*** up and put that mouth to a good use. |
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Tell me, what draws you into a world where you know you'll be beaten and yet, you still crave it? Self-esteem is not the only answer. It is a good start though. |
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You know what I think? I think you are all punks. Right now I just want to make someone cry and scream. |
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Hey... who's up to be whipped or flogged until they pass out? |
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Was my last entry a little bold? Tough... it made me laugh. :) |
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C'mon here slave... drink from the dish. :) |
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Well, I had a solid potential sub/slave contact me who sounded like the genuine article, but could apparently not handle the reality of it all. I understand this dilemma. A sub/slave wants to be controlled, but also fears it at the same time. It is a paradox of human nature. I'll keep looking though. |
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There are only two limits acceptable to me. One is a guarantee of no permanent harm (with brands, tattoos and scarification discussed) and/or nothing illegal. That's it, everything else is on the table. Can you handle it? |
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When you write, tell me who you are. What drives you and what is the source of your motivation. If you don't know your own mind, who does? |
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A little bit more about me. I have been a sub/slave before, so please don't think you can top from the bottom or play little mind games with me. It won't work, at all. In fact, there are very few people in the lifestyle today with as much genuine experience as I possess. When I started out in the lifestyle, I never wanted to control another person, yet I have come full circle. I want to control someone to a degree unimaginable to most. Of course, we are all limited by time, space and energy.
If I had a place for it, what would I like? Well, my highest hope would be to create a prison style dungeon. One where the screams would echo along the walls of a wine cellar and the slave would surrender complete control. An environment where refusal was not an option. Where obedience was secured by heavy guage steel and eyebolts in the wall. Where sleeping in a cage was a privilege. Where slaves lick their food from the bottom of my shoe and are grateful that their drink does not have a yellow tinge to it. |
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I guess there is even more fear out there than I expected. What are you looking for? The people that contact me want to be controlled, but they seem to be scared to live out their dreams. Hopefully, I will find some more willing subjects soon.
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Apparently I am scaring off almost everyone I speak with. Well, that's good. If I'm going to spend time controlling another human, then I want it to be for someone who truly wants to be controlled. Make sense? |
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I have spoken to a few of you. Remember, I'm not looking to be your version of what you want. You will either be my slave, or nothing.
You need to feel like a piece of property in order to be successful around me. Focus on your inner footstool. :) |
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What part of TPE don't you understand? |
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