Occasionally I come across a blog or an erotic story where someone talks about bdsm in the extreme. What I mean is, for example, they might talk about a cuckolding relationship where the husband never has sex with his wife, or something like that. But in my opinion, it's impractical and impossible to live on the farthest end of the continuum. If something is always just one way then I think it has a greater likelihood of burning out. Even too much sunshine burns. There has to be some degree of diversity or people will lose interest. It's sort of like those people who fall in love really quickly and intensely in the beginning and then after a couple of months one or both of them start to lose interest.  Even in bdsm, each partner must find value and draw strength from the other. There still has to be a sense of fulfillment for each person, a fulfillment that comes from being compatible in various ways. 

So many women here market themselves as bitches. They come right out and tell you that all they're going to do is treat you like dirt. This seems like a strange marketing strategy to me. Maybe it's because I've been around for awhile now and have figured out that finding someone compatible with you is hard enough let alone finding someone who is both compatible and shares your interests in bdsm.  The truth is that people whose sole intent and purpose is to harm you or use you is really not difficult to find. Those types of people practically pop out of the bushes just when you walk down the street. I'm not saying that there's anything bad about findom or humiliation or any other bdsm activity. I'm just saying that isn't all of that better within the context of a secure and trusting relationship? Doesn't the mental, emotional, and spiritual connection just heighten all of the other experiences you share together? Most people who are serious about this lifestyle are probably a little reticent to open up about it. We are a rather marginalized fringe group in this society who aren't easily understood or accepted. Coming across as someone who just wants to harm or take advantage of another doesn't exactly invite honestly, openness, and trust, which might be why some of you keeping running into so called "fakes".  

Besides, there are many great webcam sites that can give you that "session" type of experience that provide far more interaction and satisfaction than just sending tributes through the mail...and with women who will be a lot more appreciative of it. 

Don't get me wrong, please. I'm not trying to hate on anyone. Everyone here is welcome to be who they want and connect in the way that best meets their needs.  I'm just suggesting, in my own humble opinion, that there might be a better approach to it all.  

No feedback? Nothing? Come on...even if it's not your thing you have to admit it was well written :P

The story I wrote for you is not based on true events per se, but is nevertheless a reality that exists in my mind. Dreams are not fantasies. They are simply unrealized realities. It's like looking at some destination on a map. The destination exists even if you haven't experienced it yet. The story I wrote for you reflects a destination that I would personally love to experience. Granted, actual experience differs from what we imagine. As they say, the map is not the territory. But that doesn't mean imagination and experience are that far apart. Imagination simply gives us the picture of the world we hope to inhabit. 

A Cuckold Story:
Do you like to host parties? If you've never hosted your own party before, I really recommend it. Sure. Going out with friends is fun, but there's something about hosting a party at home that creates a unique sense of intimacy and, as a result, leads to an unpredictable, unexpected journey of events. Parties tend to have stages to them. As the night continues on...as people continue to drink and mingle and enjoy each other's company...the party evolves through various stages of conversation, behavior, and activity. It'll always begin slowly as people arrive, grab their first beverage, and attempt to engage the people around them, some of whom they may know and others they may be meeting for the first time. Then the party moves on as people get more relaxed with one another. More drinks are poured, the music's a little louder and faster, and everyone starts to come out of their shells. The next stage is usually when the party reaches its zenith. Intoxication has now set in and personalities are at their most colorful. I love this stage. People are crazy and funny and daring, and just all around entertaining. The following stage of the party is usually when people start to come down from their buzz, or outright pass out. At this stage, people are either calling it a night and going home, or they're getting into those reflective and weepy moods about life, love, or glory days gone by. You know what I'm talking about. It usually sounds something like, "I love you, Man! You've always been there for me. You're the best friend I've ever had!" or, "Why didn't it work out between us? What do you think went wrong?" or, "I've had a crush on you since high school." It's the stage where people are most likely to hook up, or start preparing their "call in sick to work" speech as they ride the taxi home. But this isn't necessarily the last stage of the party, and it's certainly not the least interesting. There's another stage that's been slowly setting itself up throughout the night. And it always comes down to just a handful of people, people who will from that morning forward share certain secrets only known to them. It's in THIS stage that my story begins.
Andreea and I had been together for about a year. We met online, like so many people do nowadays, and we just seemed to click. We took the plunge and met face-to-face which just confirmed what we'd already figured out, which is that we were a great match. Andreea knew me really well. She knew all of my quirks, all of my flaws, and all of my awesome qualities. She also knew all of my fantasies. In fact, this was one of the things that attracted us together in the first place. She was a dominant and I was a submissive, at least in the bedroom. She knew about my cuckolding fantasies, which is something she was looking for in a relationship too. But we'd decided to wait awhile before exploring that aspect of things. It's easy for people on sites like this to role play and pretend to be someone that's outside of their true self, but reality tends to be more complicated. You need to have a context that can support the way that you want to be together, a context that sets you up to succeed rather than to fail. For cuckolding (and any type of BDSM activity) to really work, there has to be trust, and love, and respect. There has to be a foundation of security. Cuckolding introduces an element of the unknown, the unpredictable. If you're going to make space for the unpredictable then you must have something else that IS predictable, which is the mutual trust, and love, and respect that binds your relationship together. Anyway, back to the party.
It was about 3:00 in the morning. Everyone had finally left except for me, Andreea, and this guy, Mike. Mike was a friend of a friend. We'd socialized with him before and liked him, but he wasn't actually in either of our inner circles. At least not yet. Mike was about 5 feet 9 inches tall, dark hair, relaively athletic build, and pretty gregarious. He was funny and outgoing, and not in any way annoying, which I especially appreciated. And he seemed really comfortable around us. He wasn't afraid to joke with us, talk about personal subjects, or open up to us about his life. And he wasn't afraid to flirt either. In fact, he and Andreea had flirted all night. Nothing obnoxious, but it was clear they had a connection. So there we were, just the three of us, alone and still buzzed.
I went to the kitchen to open another bottle of wine, and I was probably in there for a couple of minutes. I could still hear Mike and Andreea talking and giggling, but I didn't really pay attention to what they were talking about. When I walked back out into the living room, I caught the two of them kissing. They quickly pulled away, each of them grinning from ear to ear. They both knew I saw them kissing, but oddly enough nobody commented on it, including me. Andreea just said, "Ohh goody. More wine pls." And she gave me a little smile and blink of her eyes that screamed naughtiness. I can understand why Mike didn't say anything. I'm sure he was waiting to see what the consequence was going to be. But of course, there were no consequences. A few minutes later, Andreea suggested we watch a movie. I don't remember anymore what exactly it was that we watched, but I do believe it was a horror movie. I know...cliche. Mike sprawled himself out on the sectional and pulled one of the blankets over himself. I sat in the lazy boy, a king's throne for a king's castle. Andreea sat on the floor in front of the couch holding her wine. About 20 minutes into the movie, she stood up, made a shivering gesture, and declared to the world that she was cold, a state of being that was simply unacceptable. She turned around and told Mike to slide over. She then curled up next to him and pulled the blanket back on top. I think you know where this is going...
I would later learn from Andreea that she'd already decided that she'd wanted Mike sometime during the middle stages of the party, and that she'd only needed the right moment to make her move, or create the opportunity for Mike to make HIS move. Apparently, while underneath the blanket, she'd pulled his arm around her placing Mike's hand over her breasts. Things just took off from there. It wasn't long before Mike took the hint and started massaging her tits. Then the bra came off. More massaging. Andreea described the moment like being in high school again, back when everything was still new and exciting, like the first kiss or the first feel. Back when you still felt butterflies in your stomach and felt your heart racing in anticipation. She then pulled Mike's hand down to her panties. Mike knew exactly what to do.
It was about that time when I started to notice what was happening. Except for the movie playing on the tv, the room had gotten deafenlingly silent...until I heard Andreea's breathing. That's when I looked over to the couch and saw movement between her legs. I instantly knew what was happening, and the recognition of that almost sent my heart leaping out of my chest like in the Alien movies. We both knew this was going to happen someday. But I guess I'd always assumed it would be something we'd talk about first and sort of plan out. That was not the case. This was happening here and now, and I was transfixed on the whole scene. Breathing led to moans, and the moans finally gave way to a climax. The cat was out of the bag now. Subtlety was now unnecessary as the reality of what was happening took over. Andreea pulled off the blanket, got on her knees on the floor, and started to unbuckle Mike's pants. Mike glanced over at me, briefly, and saw that I wasn't doing anything or saying anything, just watching in silence. And so he too remained quiet as Andreea reached inside and pulled his cock out.
This wasn't going to be a simple handjob from a grateful party hostess that said, "I hope you enjoyed the party. Let's get together again soon." She took Mike's cock directly into her mouth and starting sucking him with all of the intensity and sensuality of two committed lovers. To Mike's credit, he held out for an impressive 10 minutes or so, but ultimately the pleasure was too much to bare and he erupted in Andreea's mouth. She swallowed. "Mmmm I hope you liked that. I was wanting to do that all fucking night," she said looking up into his satiated eyes.
"How was that for you, baby?" How was that for ME? I just watched my girlfriend, who I happen to be in love with by the way, suck off another man in front of me.
"THAT was incredible," I told her.
For about 15 minutes there was some small talk as the three of us polished off what was left of the wine. The air was thick with tension, but not in a bad way. We were all stuck in the moment and not really sure what the next step was, sort of like someone had pressed the pause button on the little movie that was unfolding before our eyes. Then Andreea stood up, looked at Mike and held out her hand. Mike stood up too and took Andreea's hand into his. That's when she walked over to me, kissed me on the lips (yes, those sticky cummy lips) and said,
"Mike's going to be spending the night with me. See you in the morning. I love you."
And the two lovers disappeared into our bedroom. I was now her cuckold and our relationship would never be the same again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4EDhdAHrOg

Tell me, is there anything more fun? more mentally, emotionally, and physically exciting than being in a great cuckold relationship? All I can say is....mmmm.  

How is that 2 days after Nelson Mandela died they announce the release of a blockbuster movie about him?  That's really weird. 

The BDSM Thanksgiving turkey:  A little slave boy sprawled out on a dinner table naked and stuffed with dildos.  He's surrounded by dominant opening Amazon gifts while the woman at the head of the table keeps feeding his debit card into an ATM machine in the corner of the room.  Shit...that's just like being a member of Collarme.com!

Anyway, I just want to wish everyone a very safe and very wonderful Thanksgiving Holiday. Although we should be thankful for what we have every day, it's nice that there are at least a few days of year when we're specifically reminded to count the many blessings that we've been given.  I'm thankful for my family and friends. I'm thankful for a rewarding career. I'm thankful for the lessons I've learned and for how they've helped me to grow in wisdom. And I'm thankful for the special people who've always taken the time to reach out to me here on the site.  I appreciate you all.  

So I ran across another profile of a white female claiming to be originally from South Africa but has relocated to Ghana to find work.  

Really?   Relocating to GHANA to find work?  That's like an American relocating to Gary, Indiana.  "Hmmmm...it's been a couple of weeks since I've had a job interview.  Maybe I'll leave Houston and move to Gary, Indiana. I hear things are really looking up there. Yeah, yeah, that's the plan. I have a feeling I'll do really well there."

Come on, man!  

This is an example of an obvious false profile:

"Am a 27 year old entrancing domme, looking for online slaves. Willing to train any who interest me. Open to starting a D/s relationship, looking for someone to submit to me and serve me 24/7. Also interested in financial domination. Please send me a message I will be eager to reply if it satisfies me. Add me to yahoo messenger amazingd34, always online. My email is amazingd34@yahoo.com."

This is a person from somewhere in Africa.  The tell is the first line which begins with "Am" instead of "I am".  It's a common grammatical error used by people from Africa.  

Already I've been receiving feedback on my last entry. The comments all seem to suggest that Trayvon "got what he deserved".  I don't deny that Trayvon exercised poor judgment, but my point is that there are larger factors at play in this case.  Such as...who had the power in this situation? How does 200 years of racism shape how people might navigate a situation like this? It's easy for me, as a white male, to look at this case very simplistically through the lens of my own power and privilege.  But that would cause me to miss the cultural, social, and historical context that surrounds it. 

Are any of you following the Traevon Martin case?  What a classic example of racism resulting in tragedy.  A black young man walking in a white neighborhood. Zimmerman: "I'd like to report a suspicious character".  Suspicious because he is a black man in a white neighborhood?  The old "you dont belong here" defense?  Meanwhile a black man is being followed by a Hispanic man (actually he is multi-racial but still more privileged than a black man...for those of you who understand the privilege concept).  Hmmm...why should the black man be concerned about that?  Gimme a break.  And we have the fact that Zimmerman was carrying a firearm.  Why did he need to carry a firearm?  You know, in some communities, residents believe that the only reason to carry a firearm is because you intend on using it. That is certainly the reality in many black communities.  Everything about this situation was setup to go wrong from the beginning, but it was setup because of racial biases and beliefs.  And then you have the media parading Traevon's corpse around on national tv.  It makes me sad. And I can't even imagine how it feels if you're African-American.   

Finally! My search is over!  I found a website for cats that look like Hitler.

http://www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com/cgi-bin/seigbest.pl

There's nothing wrong with you that what's right with you can't fix.

One Domme writes....

"im into  cbt spanking whip dog slavery bondage foot worship toilet teamviewer fin domme and more...."

There are a couple of things there that I need to ask about.  First of all, what is dog slavery? Does this woman want to make my dog her slave?  Because he and I never discussed it and, quite frankly, I can't even get him to sit or roll-over so I'm not sure if he'd be such a good slave.  And what is toilet teamviewer?  How does that work? Through teamview she wants to control my toilet? Like...she'd be the one to decide whether or not it flushes? She would manipulate the cleaning supplies? I suppose anything is possible. Maybe there's a toilet-cleaning app I can download.  I'll call the Apple Store. 

I love the profiles that start out where the member is already pissed off about something.  They must be a lot of fun to be around. 

So...I see so many profiles that indicate the only emails which will be read and replied will be from individuals who send a tribute. Is that really your approach? I mean...do we subs really have to pay just to have basic contact? I'm supposed to spend $250 just to say "hello" to 5 people? lol.   Why am I the only one who finds that completely ludicrous? 

I think there's a lot of you models/performers/ProDommes or whatever you are who don't really understand your competition. This is now the world of Adult Videochat. There are hundreds of websites out there that offer live webcam interaction with gorgeous models from all over the world. LiveJasmin and MyFreeCams just to name a couple of them. I can interact however I wish and pay the performer as I please. Or I could join a bdsm personals site, AdultFriendFinder for example, and pay a simple monthly fee to connect with other like-minded people. All of those sites I mentioned offer some kind of guaranteed "return on investment". So why should I just throw my money away to some of you people here who will probably just delete my message or string me along to the next purchasing requirement? 

I originally came to Collarme because I wanted to find like-minded people who were interested in actual relationships of some kind. That's my ultimate desire to explore my bdsm preferences in the context of an actual relationship.But I quickly found that the majority of women here are actually just here to advertise and earn a living. Ok...so be it. But then try to be reasonable about it, at least. I happen to love financial domination. It's a huge fetish of mine. But I am NOT going to just throw money away on something that I KNOW will be a complete waste.  And if you ARE trying to earn a living through bdsm, try to come up with a more effective approach than one that basically sends the message that 99% of us will never be contacted. 

I now await your hate-mail replies. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuA0Xm2cy1s

I sent a message to a member here. It was deleted unread. ::shrug::  It got me thinking about what a cool feature that would be in real life. Like maybe at a bar or something...you could set the front door settings so only the type of people you wanted would make it through the door. Everyone else would deleted unentered. Oh...if only it were possible.  Of course...I'd probably never make it into most bars ::shrug::

If my Mistress' name is Dyslexia does that mean she has to pay ME?

I used to do drugs.

I still do...but I used to too.

I've seen a few profiles now that start out with, "I get lots of messages here..."

Well I don't!  So send me a F'n message!

Lately I've been wondering if maybe I was born by caesarean section because every time I leave the house I always go through the window. ::shrug::

Summer's just around the corner. I'm thinking about buying this new swimsuit made from sponges. That way every time I leave the pool no one will be able to swim until I get back. 

The term "timewaster" is funny to me. Like this is some kind of evil villain out there in the world plotting and scheming ways to consume copious amounts of people's available time as part of some master plan to take over the world.  Maybe he show's up at Starbucks when you're already 5 minutes late for work. He strikes up a conversation in the Pickup line to distract you. He starts talking about your lovely smile, your shared taste for green tea lattes, and your thoughts and feelings about the recent transit authority strike. He seems funny and interesting so you keep talking with him. But really...his only desire is to "waste your time".  Muahahahaha.  Now you're 15 minutes late for work.  Muahahahaha.  You've fallen right into his evil trap.  And poof...he's gone.

What if he had access to a time machine? Then he could go back to early points in history and waste people's time there too.  Muahahaha.

Now I wanna send a message to all you Filipina shemales, or "ladyboys" as they seem to be called there.  ::shrug::   Deceitfully getting a guy to fall in love with you will NOT prevent him from having a heart attack when he discovers you have a penis. I'm sorry, but he's still gonna freak-the-fuck-out!  Real life is not like the movie, Crying Game.  And disclosing the fact you have a penis after a few weeks of chatting is not the same as disclosing something like having been married before, or your struggle with dyslexia, or an allergy to chocolate.  Having a penis is...kind of a big deal.  You know?  Try being up front about it from the very beginning. There all kinds of people on a site like this. I'm sure you can find someone who's into it. 

I suddenly feel odd for even writing this post. I really need cut back on my coffee intake. 

Here's the problem with these sites....too many damn guys and not enough women.  What is the ratio of men to women here, like 20:1?  You see, women are like cell phones. They like to be held and talked to, but press the wrong button and you're immediately disconnected.  Guys are more like buses.  You can miss one and be confident that another one will come along.  Too many buses here. 

So what does it mean to be "fake" here? I've read a lot of profiles accusing everyone of being "fake".  But what do they really mean by that?  Sure, there are disingenuous people here, people using someone else's photos or people presenting themselves as something that they're not. I run across a lot of dommes who are really just adult videochat performers, or people trying steer new customers to websites. But I suspect when some of you accuse someone of being fake that you're just saying they're not giving you money.  Like if I don't automatically open up my wallet and send a tribute then I must be "fake".  Truthfully, I have websites for such an exchange already. I can go to Flirt4free.com or to MyFreeCams.com and pay for a sexy interaction on webcam.  So the whole idea of tributing someone just for sessions, or just because they think being a domme is good enough reason to be paid seems a little silly to me. If I hide my true whereabouts, does that make me fake? Because I'm not about to open up my personal and professional life to strangers on a quasi-porn site.  I'm searching for a genuine relationship. I have no problem with financial domination, but I want that in the context of a relationship. Maybe some of you can score a sugar daddy who has nothing better to do with his money but blindly send it to someone over the internet and get little to nothing back for it, but I'm not that guy. I have a life and I work really hard to manage it.  But within the context of an awesome cuckold relationship, I'd gladly surrender everything and not just finances.  

Ideally, I'm looking for women between the ages of 20-40, in decent shape, smart and fun and interesting to talk with.  I'm not looking for women over 50 years old (Sorry, many of you in this category are lovely people and I'm happy to be friends, but I'm looking for someone younger for cuckolding).  And I'm not looking to be a customer...as I said above I already have resources for that.  But if there's someone out there who really adores the cuckold lifestyle and wants a cuck who is also a pretty awesome guy then hit me up.   There's nothing "fake" about me.  

Finally someone gets it.  Kudos to Hotwife01 for representing BDSM as a choice and not something we're compelled to do because we're somehow deficient, broken, or lacking.  Maybe that's true for some, but it's definitely true for all.  It's certainly not true for me.  I choose this relationship because it meets my needs.  Thanks Hotwife01.

I have to say something....PLEASE STOP SHOOTING!  What is going on? And don't tell me this is happening because of our gun control laws, and don't try to blame it on mental health problems.  There is something deeper, something more fundamental that is at the root of all of this. In so many of these cases, it seems that those responsible were disconnected in some way. No meaningful connection to family, on the fringe of social membership, etc. Or maybe it is something on more of a spiritual level.  Something is radically wrong and I hope we start having the right conversations about it soon because this violence has to stop.  

Last night I stayed up playing poker with tarot cards. I got a full house and 4 people died.

If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR. I WISH EVERYONE A SAFE AND JOYFUL HOLIDAY

When I was new to the lifestyle, I kept getting manicurist confused with masochist. I once showed up at a nail salon naked with needles in my balls and begging for someone to punish me.  Despite the brief police intervention, I did leave with beautiful nails. 

I'm so tired of commercials. I swear I turn on the tv and the only thing on is the commercials.  It's insane. 5 minutes of tv show, 25 minutes of commercials. And it's not just tv.  My Youtube is saturated with commercials. My radio is saturated with commercials. My internet is saturated with commercials. Come on, Man!!  What's the point anyway? Maybe it's helpful if you're a foreign exchange student from a third world country and you just have no clue what to use to wipe your ass, but I think the rest of us are pretty familiar with what's available on the store shelves now. 

MissDee1...blonde with blue eyes and living in...Ghana, Africa??

I saw a couple profiles of Dommes who started out by saying "I've come here to be worshipped..." I started wondering if Jesus was alive today if his profile would start the same way. And then I wondered if that might get confusing for subs...

Jesus: Ive come here to be worshipped.

Sub: Great...will you punish me?

Jesus: No. I'm actually here to save you. 

Sub: I see. Well, how about you tie me to that big cross and whip me?

Jesus. No. The cross is for me.

Sub: Are you sure your a dom?

Jesus: Yes, and thou shall have no other gods before me.

Sub: This is really confusing...how about I just give you all my money?

Jesus: Ok. But can we call it an offering?

I decided to pass up an offer to become a slave to a Domme living in Beirut Lebanon. First of all, I'm not hairy enough to be Lebanese. And second, I'm afraid if I ever pissed her off she'd strap TNT around my chest, put me into a Volkswagon van, and drive me into a crowded cafe.  I don't know...I'm not always so good and screening people in or out...but it feels like the right choice. 

I am so frick'n tired of our wimpy society.  So...the other day I was in a good mood...which is something I try to celebrate...and I found this cute little psychology joke. So I decided to send it out to my e-friends. The joke was this:

A woman walks into a psychiatrist office and says, "Doc? I need your help. Every time I meet a nice guy, I always seem to end up in bed with him, and then the next day I feel guilty and depressed."  The psychiatrist responds, "I see. So I guess you'd like me to help you strengthen your resolve so as to not go to bed so quickly?"  The woman quickly replies, "God no! I just want you to fix it so I don't feel guilty or depressed".

Well...I might as well have sent a redtube porno clip, or a video of small kittens being tortured because I had 2 people ream me a new one. I was unprofessional, gender biased, sexually explicit, and basically a son-of-a-bitch. lol.I was like....really? You were offended by that?? Of all things in life to get excited about...that was it? So...I guess this would rate right up there with things like breast cancer, human trafficking, and genocide?   Omg. 

But...it's my fault. I should know better than to ever...EVER...tell a joke in public.  Thank God for Family Guy. 

I love the profiles that come right out and denigrate subs.  They tend to read something like this (I will be paraphrasing): 

"You worthless piece of &*%$. You are nothing. You are the worm under my feet. You are pathetic. There is no reason for your existence. You are a waste of air and green space. You are subhuman"

I read these profiles and I'm like "holy crap! really?  Well maybe I should just kill myself now and get it over with".  :P

Seriously. I'm a submissive cuckold by choice.  It's a lifestyle and relationship type that I enjoy and that feels natural. I don't choose this because I have no value or self-worth. I'm a great guy, and I suspect most submissives are good guys.  I understand people enjoy humiliation and that's fine, but I encourage (not mandate) that dommes try to do it in a way that isn't completely dehumanizing of their subs.  

Thanks for reading.

Where are all you lovely mistresses who adore cuckolding?  Come to me....

If you come across the profile of an Asian woman from the Philippines and the picture on the profile is of a blonde, Caucasian girl with big tits and blue eyes, is it possible that the woman may not be 100% genuine?  Just curious.

I'm so disappointed. I was perusing tubekitty.com and thought I'd stumbled across a cool sex video, but it turned out to be a midget gangbang.  Don't get me wrong, I support little people. I just thought it was depressing to think that even midgets are getting more action than me.  

So I see there are Pro Dommes on this site.  Can there be Pro Slaves?  I wanna be a Pro Slave.  Maybe I'll change my intro to something like this...

"Pro Slave available for sessions. Come beat the shit out of me at a great low price. Available for online and realtime. Most major credit cards and insurance plans accepted. Ask me about my family discount too"

What a long and busy day. You know? Work wouldn't be so bad if there was a way to remove the actual work part. I see myself sitting on a pile of cash that just comes to me once a week in a large dump truck. Is that wrong? Do I have the wrong attitude?

More on FinDom...

I'm not against financial domination. In fact, it really turns me on.  But I like to do this in the context of a real relationship (either online or in person).  But I feel that way about every aspect of BDSM. It's simply more intense and more meaningful when it's wrapped up in a relationship. I'm a true genuine committed cuckold.  For me that's the most beautiful type of relationship. And when it actually is a relationship then her infidelity (for lack of a better term) is much more powerful and can actually be a bonding experience.

I know some of you out there are doing these things to earn a living. I suppose it's not unlike going to the doctor or seeing a therapist...it's "fee for service" in that regard.  But some of us, especially me, are interested in a true lifestyle and caring relationship.  

So if you want the love and friendship of a great man AND the freedom to fuck who you want whenever you want as much as you want then I'm your guy.  And the findom will come in time. 

This teamviewer thing seems to be pretty popular.  But should people really just surrender their id's and passwords in the first email?  I'm a cuckold, and I happen to be into findom and control and all of those things (except the whole sissification thing).  But I'm not going to just surrender personal information, shell out money, or expose myself to a total stranger. I would hope that safety, self protection, discretion, and trust are elements that are valued by anyone in any type of relationship. You know...the best kind of relationships are the real ones, relationships that involve honesty and genuineness and intimacy, even if they're BDSM relationships.  

So..I guess I'm back again.   Ok.  Why do you put links directing people to other sites? I'm on THIS site.  If I wanted to be on another site I would be on THAT site!  But let's face it...you're really just promoting the other site, right? ;)  There's so much bullshit that goes on here.  But thanks to everyone who is honest and direct about what they really want. I do appreciate it. 

Setting:

It’s Thursday evening approximately 10:00pm. You and I are lying in bed together preparing for sleep. The lights are off, but 2 candles are flickering in the dark and their soft music playing in the background. You are wearing only a pair of white cotton panties, and I’m wearing a pair of black silk boxers. A half empty bottle of pinot grigiot wine sits on the bedside table. The previous night you had gone out on your 4^th date with Brad. This is the conversation we had about your experience. Your words are represented in italics. 

It’s nice to have you here with me again, Printesa (kissing your lips)

Mmmm...it’s nice to be here with you too. I missed you Robert.

I missed you too.

::silent pause::

Do you want to talk about it?

Yes (with a small grin). I’d like that. Where do you want me to start?

You already know where I want you to start, Printesa. Start with your feelings (bigger grin)

Hmmm…ok (smile). Well, I feel great. Everything about Brad feels really great. I haven’t met such a great guy in a long time. He’s a lot of fun. Makes me laugh. And he’s so smart too. He really seems to care about what I think and listens to my opinions. You know how important that is to me. But at the same time…I don’t know…he’s cocky and arrogant…not in an obnoxious and negative way…but in a confident and aggressive way. I find that soooo sexy.

Sexy way? Is that because of the way he looks, or do you mean something else? I mean, would you feel that way if it someone less attractive?

It’s not his looks. It’s his personality. He walks into a room of people and it’s almost like he owns the place, like everyone is there to respect him, but he does it in a quiet way. He does it in this natural, humble sort of way. He just seems to know what he wants. And I find myself responding to him. My heart races when I’m around him. I feel myself giving into him.

Wow. That does sound a little intense. And it’s not his looks? (winking at you)

(laughter) Ok funny man. I admit it. He’s really hot. His body is gorgeous!! And those dark eyes? Mmmm I could eat him up.

How does he make you feel….physically?

(Looking into my eyes. Kissing my lips) Amazing. Curvulitza? I can’t remember the last time I came so hard and so many times. I surrendered my body to him, and he took me, all of me, more deeply than I’ve ever felt. Every orgasm he gave me shook me from my head to my toes. Ohh honey…I love the way he feels inside me….so so much.

(kissing your nipple as my hand begins to caress your pussy over your panties)

It seems there’s a powerful connection between the two of you.

You know? There really is. Yes. You’re right. It is powerful. Very powerful.

::silent pause:: (your body begins to respond to my touch)

Baby? I think I’m falling for Brad.

(still kissing your nipple)

Tell me about it. I want to how you think and feel.

I think about him constantly. Sometimes when I’m working on the site and talking to other guys, I’m picturing him. I’m imaging his face, his body. Dreaming of HIS touch. I like him sooo much, and I think I’m falling for him.

(I slowly slide your panties off and open your legs. I move down to the lower half of the bed, positioning myself between your legs, and lean close and start licking your clit. After a minute, I look up at you and say…)

Printesa? Tell me the truth now. Would you like to date Brad? Would you like to follow your heart and your body and see where it goes with him?

(I gently suck your clit into my mouth)

Ohh…(gasp)…mmmm…yes curvulitza.

Then you have to say it. You have to say what you want, Printesa.

I…I want to date Brad, Baby.

Say it all. You have to tell me exactly what you want. You know how this works.

I want to date Brad. I…I want to fall for him. I want to be with him. I want to surrender my love and my sex to him.

(I push my tongue into your pussy and fuck you. Tonight it doesn’t take very long and you soon explode into my mouth)

Mmmmm…that felt soo good.

(I move up closer to you, and pull you into my body. I put my arm around you and stare into your eyes)

Ok my Printesa. I want you to date Brad as much as you like. Let yourself go with him and see where it takes you.

(giggle) Ohh I’m glad you said that because actually we have another date planned for tomorrow night.

::silent pause::

Printesa? I love you more than anything in the world.

I love you too, Baby. We’re a team, and we’re going to be together forever.

You know I’m yours, Printesa.

And you know I’m yours, Curvulitza.

(We fall asleep in each other’s arms. Best friends. Lovers. Companions)

THE END