11/29/2015 6:35:43 PM:
Greetings and salutations to old friends and acquaintances. It has been far to long since I have allowed myself the pleasure of enjoying the many delicacies of this simple little space where we all can be our purest of selves. My life has been filled with the consistent campaigns of wealth accumulation and acquisitions. I have not yet reached the level of financial independence that I desire, but each day I grow closer. But through it all, how I miss the sweet smell of the leather. Her light whimper and weak squirming as she cums yet again, barely able to maintain consciousness.Everything soaked from her sexual release because I felt that she was worthy to receive such pleasure because she was good and obedient. Or even missing the hiss and and snap of the riding crop as it lands across her beautiful ass. It flexes and then relaxes with a sigh from her gagged lips as she accepts the discipline that molds her into that perfect being. Yes far to long. I believe I shall allow myself the simple pleasure of dropping in from time to time. If nothing more than to resurrect my true self. No. I am like no other,and no other is as I.

1/18/2013 1:28:11 AM:

The Master's Creed  

      I am a dominant man. I am just that. I am not dominant because of any superiority on my part. Not because I feel I am more intelligent, or wiser. I am not dominant because of the strength or mass of my body. I am not, nor would I want to be dominant with all women. Yet to you, I am.     

      I am your Master only after earning your trust and I embrace your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart and mind and clearly see your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of your heart and body. You have given me total access to your soul, and I accept the responsibility and

you are a woman. You are not weak or inferior because of it. You are a treasure to be cherished. We are not equal. I have the strength of body and mind and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend and provide for you. You are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and heart. Your belief in me gives me courage and direction. Your strength disperses my doubt. Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose. 

      We are not equal. We are halves of a whole. We compliment each other and make each other complete. My desire to dominate you is instinctive. It is not to degrade you nor is it degrading to you because you are secure in being totally feminine. We each recognize and accept our worth, and our need for someone to trust and fulfill our needs. You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood. You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion. You expect a man to stand strong and be a man. You desire and flourish in the strength and control of a man. In return you present control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty, and the faithfulness of your heart.     

      You submit because I have earned your trust. Because I have opened my heart and soul to you. Because I have listened to your words with my ears and heart and have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions. And because I have proven worthy in your eyes, you have given me the only true treasure of life; you have given me dominance over you. 

      What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and the rarest gift a woman could give a man. You have given me complete and unshakable assurance of your commitment to me. Your submissiveness is a magnificent gift and sacred responsibility. I accept this from you with humility and joy. I understand the rarity and purity of this gift. I recognize it is your body and soul, your heart and mind. I dominate you only because you have allowed it. I dominate only because you have allowed me to and when I see your body kneel before me, in my mind and heart you are raised above all other women, and all the treasures of the earth. What you give freely can not in reality be bought. 

      No. I am like no other, and no other is as I.

1/11/2013 11:40:42 PM:

    Slave Girl 

Can she understand the freedom of being a slave. The freedom to express desires and wanton needs. The freedom of giving everything she is to another. The freedom of being desired, cherished, with no worries, no cares other than to be willingly pleasing.
The freedom of being owned.
The fullness of a womans sensuality, of course, in the full spectrum of her physiological and psychological dimensions can be learned only by the female slave. The woman who is fully owned and finds herself at the complete mercy of a dominating and powerfull Master.
Those slaves who are well trained, are greatly desired, fiercely protected, treasured and even loved. Prizes, perfections and treasures.
Slaves offer pleasure.....for the eyes, and for the senses. Slaves, if obedient, pleasing, trained and skilled are cherished. A true Master wants to know her; profoundly and deeply; the background, history, the mind, the intelligence, the appetites, the nature and disposition oh his lovely article of property.
Many so called Masters, in their vanity, will not admit to caring for slaves. Who could care for a meaningless slut in a collar? Yet to often, for just such women, luscious and helpless, and in bondage, men are prepared to kill over her. Go to war over her.
It is not just pleasant to own a slave, to dress her as you please, if you wish to permit her clothing, to have her at your bidding, to do with her as you please; it is exalting. The man who has not owned a slave has no conception of the maximums of sexuality, nor has the woman who has not been owned.

 

No. I am like no other, and no other is as I.

 

1/11/2013 8:44:59 AM:

My mind's eye.....

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1/10/2013 10:34:14 PM:

Me. Well I've been this way all my life. Funny part was, I didn't know. I know why my attraction for bondage and dark hair. When I was very young I stayed with my grand parents in the deep south. My grand mother a school teacher. My grand father owned two businesses. She was subservient to him and he was head of the house period. Powerfull and strong was he, intelligent and beautiful was she. Things wer old school to say the least. Well any way fooling around and treasure hunting as young children do, I was going through some old school books of my grand mother's. Barely able to read, but I knew how before I even started school thanks to her. I came across a book. Part of a set of learning material. Dark orange cloth covers if I remeber. i've allways had a love for reading. It was allways in the back of my mind, "What secret knowledge can I learn". I come upon this story. I think it was about Paul Revier. I remeber the shadow sights of a rider in the nite. glimpses of tall pointy hats on red coated men carrying muskets with bayonets. I turned the page and was awestruck. There was a painted picture of a woman, beautiful pert bussom, long dark hair flowing around a face that would warm the coldest soul, dressed in victorian style, so elogant, and she was tied to a bed post. Her head leaned slightly to the right with a look of desperation. Behind her was a window that you could see the moon through. I don't know how long I stood there just staring at her. When i came to my senses, I was hard as a rock. It was the first time that I had an erection. That I can remeber. Of course I paniked, through it back in the trunk, and ran to my room to hide. Silly I know. I would often sneak out to the shed where the book was. I would sit there and stare, and enjoy the warm happy feeling from being hard. As I got older and begin to discover myself through masturbation, I would often invision her. Perfect in every detail. I have no idea what I would give to find that picture now. Just to have it redone, painted larger than life, to take with me from my humble home to my castle wall. My first love. Needles to say with my grandparents old ways and my natural love for the bound and submitted beauty, my relationships never quite worked. Ha. How many times has an ex girlfiend said to me," You don't want a girlfiend! You want a slave!". Apparently, they knew me better than I knew myself. Smile, I made a funny. I would just shrug it off, but think to myself, maybe. I had one even tell me that she was beginning to think of me before she did things, to wonder if I would approve or not. I remeber thinking, that is the way it is supposed to be. I direct and guide, I am the strength, I am the Master. This is as it should be, yes? Remove you worries and I shall take care of you. You must submitt. And this house will be strong. Fullfill my passions, bow to me, and I will set your countenance amongst the stars. Disobey or bring shame and I will bring you back to reality. Your proper place. Because there is nothing under the heavens as lovely, as beauty subdued. Of course we went our seperate ways. All of them ended up falling into despair. Sad really. In my mind it is simply trust in me. I will guide you. I will cherrish you. I will bring you into your perfect true form. In their mind it's " I want to be free!" So I set them free. And they dive head first into their own destruction. Pitty. So now I seek those who seek the ultimate freedom. The freedom of being owned.