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Morning Pet!
I am a 49-year-old professional man living in central New York State. I am fit, healthy, and happy - and I am determined to locate and spend the rest of my life with my female counterpart.
I am calling out to you, looking for you as I go about my day, and requesting your response here.
You are intelligent, spirited, and unique in many ways. Having always been aware of your own inner need/desire to be submissive to your man, possessing a motivation to surrender utterly. If only that were possible.
Although I clearly see the beauty in all women, I am most attracted to those who are physically fit. I have a specific lust for those that are thin to even skinny. Petite is also nice.
However, it is your inner strength and beauty that will drive me to compel your surrender - so regardless of your body type - post a reply (only) if you (feel) (you) are moved to do so.
I am extremely open-minded man - and also open to a range of sexuality - from severe BD/SM to intensely sensual play. That shall all be discovered between us prior to any meeting. And hopefully, then a lifetime!
I recently met such a lovely young woman here, and thought that she was the one always intended for me. Unfortunately, it appears to have only been another God joke at my expense. (God does the most perfect jokes). She has however revealed to me how sweet the intimacy between a Dom and his girl can be. Because of her, those looking for a Daddy Dom are encouraged to reply.
I am entirely unencumbered (single), serious, and determined. Your location is not a detriment if you and I belong together - so it shall be.
It is my desire and intention to take possession of you. Your spirit, your soul, your nerve endings. To complicate your daily thought life with remembrances of me. Of the way I look into your eyes. My touch. My insistence. Of the feelings as I lift you up, and take you down.
Mostly though, it is your heart, soul, and spirit that I seek to dominate. Not by force, but by your eventual erasing of any other possible option from your heart - as you come to know me, to bask in my love and encouragement, and as you twist in my torment.
That erasing of self-will accomplished by your glad choice. Compelling you to submit and surrender. I will do with you what your secret hearts desire has always longed for - that calling answered! Together we will elevate your life and lifestyle to all that you are personally capable of. (Do not underestimate my meaning of that last sentance girl!)
You will submit and surrender ... all ... in time, and in return you shall receive my Love, as I cherish you. I will nurture your very life, as you provide me with a reason.
Close your eyes and listen. I am not (at this point) interested in what your mind is saying. I wish for you to write (only) if you feel an inner pulling to do so, having read my words.
I invite you to surrender first your disbelief - this life so easily knocking the breath of our dreams from our hearts. Leave your usual requirements and demanding safeguards behind as you present yourself to me in a first inquiry. If you cannot do this, due to the baggage of past failed attempts - I understand. In that case it is better for you not to write to me.
I expect any first contact to be polite, respectful and courtious. You shall put your very best self forward, as a sign of your desire. Please darling, before writing take a moment and meditate on it, making certain that you are ready.
Allow me to reveal my difference to you from the very first - our conversation to be unfettered by what has already transpired in your life. I am already saddened by what "they" did to you darling - and am now offering my protective embrace.
Understand though - it is the very nature of your womanhood - and your gentle giving up and natural surrender that will call to the sadist in me - and although it is not in my nature to ever disregard your best interests - you shall be repaid in kind for the delicious feelings you inspire within my soul.
One shall be chosen.
Come to me, and receive my acceptance of you with a freshness of hope.
Write Darling, for that is the beginning of it all.
M
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Such a glorious dream I have awakened from. My consciousness of the daylight of today's reality now seems too harsh.
I was walking along a path. It was dark and then light. Soft and then hard. My aloneness complete, or so it seemed. Then she found me. Not only that, it appeared in my dream that she actually saw me. She had a gift - her gentle ability to look and to see who I was through all of the clutter. Like she was meant to find me in the first place. Such is the workings of dreams. The tricky mind running free.
As I held up my mirror, perfect she seemed in my sight. A vision, as I commanded her. Bound beautifulness. Her image so very much like my ideal. Just like my ideal. Exactly like it. That should have tipped me off - I was likely the target of another God joke at my own expense.
This of course triggered the calculations. Life’s odds coming into play. Based on what you have already read even the simplest of odds makers can already guess what happened next.
Oh glorious dream! So in my other mindedness, I supposed that it was a fair trade at last!
The thing about a fair trade - it would reconcile it. All of it. The entire jumble that transpired before. Soft tears quenching the fire of past lies and hurts. Submissive needs a garment so fine that it is like Gods very breath gently caressing a bruised soul.
In comparison, it looks as though it was all worth it afterall. Life, making sense. A true dream awakened.
I do prefer the sleeping kind of dream.
M
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I am pleased to announce that a prefectly lovely young lady has found me - petitioned me - and is currently Under Condideration by me.
She is very beautiful, sweetly submissive in the softest of ways, an extremly polite girl, and we happen to share many deep desires between us.
At this time I am not seeking contact from any pretty little sub girls.
I do wish you the very best.
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Ah, hope itself presents at my doorstep. It has seemed pointless at times. I had thought of giving up myself - of choosing an alternate way. Even after I encouraged any who would listen not to do the same.
Then I read the words that I have so often imagined. She found me, or so it seems for now. She saw me in my calling to her. And she appeared.
If I were to craft her sensibilities, and her look, and her need, and her sweet soft nature myself - that created person could not seem more right for me, than she.
Finally? A fair trade?
M |
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My poem
But Her House Was Gone
So I pulled up to her house. It was raining, a very slight drizzle. Early evening. Dark still, as is fall.
Everything smelled alive and good. The leaves on the ground. The air crisp. The early evening quiet bliss, except for the falling rain. (not the rivers!)
I looked across the way. Where she used to be. To stay, to live. Where I had become. Alive. But it was gone.
So, then everything was gone.
Even this was gone now, too. How appropriate. It did seem impossible to me. That first it was there, then she, and us, but now it was simply an empty lot, collections of dust. As if, the earth itself, and of course - even the power of the universe, were not yet content, in simply blotting out all (that was decent and good within me.) No, not enough yet! Just a beginning. It seemed obliteration was required here. An example to the futility of my desire - to stand for all time in a mocking monumentless emotion, stabbing eternally within.
The empty space, dirt. Where often I paused to smell the air - to smell her - before knocking the wood. I would inhale her ... aroma. Savor her scent. Yes, I can even smell her now ... after all of these years. I have not forgotten. I wonder what she would think if she knew? What she might (not) do?
Then of course I could only smell the rain, and my loneliness. That smell exaclty the same. Myself abandoned here. The power taunting me - the groundspace less barren than my own heart, where love had come to be known.
So I cried. Yes I cried all the time. What else could i do. I had decided to leave here - my ultimate refusal to accept this fate of yours - but my friend of course talked me out of that - a few months before he killed himself. Now he is gone, too.
Why take the building though? All of these buildings here - yet this one must go? I remember gratitude even in that moment - that she had already taken herself, gone before it happened, not consumed. Her aliveness unfettered, doing those things she must do. |
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As I browse the submissive ads here on CM, I must admit to being saddened by the degree to which most must qualify. So much "only if" this and "do not" that. And then all of the "for those that cannot read or understand" entries.
Sad that all you pretty sub girls are apparently inundated by fool after fool. Sad because I can see the damage done.
Do not fret darling. Do not waver. Never give up. Still present yourself to him in your best submissive light. Just when you think it will never happen. When even you suspect it to be pointless - that dream of yours - He may then appear and call to you! |
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| Age: 30 |
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Canada |
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