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I've dropped off this site for sometime but decided to give it another go as over the years I've met some wonderful, interesting and sexy people on this site, including the dear lady who is now my wife.
We are happily domiciled on The Sunshine Coast and certainly have room in our lives for another. |
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Still in Sydney but relocating full time to Brisbane. |
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A new years resolution has been to refind our BDSM "mojo". Life I'm afraid has got in the way. My kate is a wonderful woman and a devored sub who I love dearly. She deserves some more of the best of me. This was the plan tonight.
Do you think we could get the kids to sleep though. Not a chance.
Tomorrow night it seems. |
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So often I read of how many "wankers and desperados" etc there are on this site.
Two things amuse me about this.
First; it's a site with porn on it so what did you expect.
Second; why are most of those commenting about this whinney late teen early somethings claiming submissivness and yet with more bad attitude about them than Attila the Hun with a real bad hangover.
I've met many a good friend here and my sub. I'm happy with my lot so it's of little concern to me. I would suggest though loose the immature angst and attitude and you may find a few less wankers. |
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A cigartte right now.....oooohhh yes. I shall not. I know where there is one.
Want to be strong. |
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We seek now to add a sub/slave to our relationship. This will not be 24/7 though we anticipate an going casual relationship that goes beyond bdsm.
For further details please ask.
I won't say I don't bite.......I do. |
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My girl is submission made flesh.
My girl is all I desire.
My girl gives herself to me fully and completly.
My girl is owned by Me: mind, body, heart and soul.
My girl is the most precious soul in this world.
My girl brings me nothing but peace and happiness.
My girl is kate. |
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"I shall call thee kate, plain kate, simple kate." William Shakespeare.
The saying in this world is owned. I am the Dom, she the sub. Thus I own her.
The reality.....I am as much hers as she is mine.
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HF last friday. Talked and laughed with a charming lady all night. Cheers S. |
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I've been listening tonight to LADYSMIH BLACK MOMBAZA. Wobbled and danced parts of myself that I didn't know could be danced and wobbled.
The delight of African Music..... |
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Alas not much has changed......am still here though......looking......seeking......watching. Also just having an all round good time when the oppurtunity presents itself. |
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Just when you think things are heading along nicely........home computer turns up it's tail and dies. Alas won't be here much for a while. |
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I'm feeling a tad better about the world.....hehehe.
I'll never teeelll.... |
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Frankly I'm over it.....I'm here for friends who know me and to maintain those friendships.
If you don't know me and seek me as a Dom be real.....ensure there is honesty in what you say..... There is truth in my words ensure there is in yours.
I've been fucked around once too often. |
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Taking the two kids to the aquarium, ferry trip and and a high colestrol lunch......$130.
The first beer when you get home......priceless. |
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What is it about the site of a gagged sub drooling that just does it for me.....sighs. |
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Sometimes a Christams present can be an unexpected surprise.
My little sister gave a Waifs CD......WOW. |
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Well the halls are decked....
Presnts wrapped.
All that is left is to wish you all a safe, peaceful and merry Christmas. |
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I suppose it's no surprise lyrics from Kiwis are catching my ear currently.
I was at HF on friday night with two out of three of my favourite ladies. The other has drawn a part of me to Christchurch.
I miss you S. I hope you come back one day. |
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"Last Christmas I gave you my heart
The very next day you threw it away"
Regifting of boldily organs is not cool people.
I wish I'd thought of it but I just heard it sung by Tex Perkins on Spics 'n' specs. |
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A sad day for Australian cricket......I should take losing gracefuly but somehow it just dosn't suit me.
Looks like it's time to pull out the kit and hit the nets and ensure the selectors have my number. To date I can only put my non-selection down to an overwhelming lack of ability. |
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Well another of my years has passed......
A year older and a year wis.......who are we kidding.
K some of us aren't ashamed and adjust our age right away.......hmmmmmm? |
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Why are there some who can find the negative in anything. To some every silver lining has a grey cloud......sighs.
I know you can still drown in a glass that's half full but you can always learn to swim.
Even dog paddle would suffice. |
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I am often accused of being a hedonist.......and the issue is?
I WILL have my cake and eat it too. All you need is more cake. |
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Is it wrong to yearn.....? Well is it? |
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I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON.......GRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! |
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It's a bloody big ditch........
I knew the Tasman Sea was a large body of water.
I didn't know how hard the distance was.
Miss you Sarah. |
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An apology has been given and accepted. The hurt though has been done.....and not just to me. I would like to have said this in a non public way but the profile has been deleted. I wish you well with your future R and hope you find what you seek. |
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I'm feeling old and somewhat down tonight....still it's good to know I can still feel this way.
It would be so much easier to have a cold heart but a life without feelings is no life at all.
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A song from a Kiwi to my two favourite Kiwis.
Hey, I got a lot of faith in you
I'll stick with you kid, that's the bottom line
Yeah, you have a lot of fun don't you
And living with you is a ball of a time
Hey beauty when the mood gets you down
Your bottom lip's near dragging on the ground
That's when I gotta play the clown for you
Black humour made you kick your blues
Howdy Angel! Where did you hide your wings?
Her love shines over my horizon, she's a slice of heaven
Warm moonlight over my horizon, she's a slice of heaven, yeah
A song from a Kiwi for my two favourite Kiwis.
Ha-, ha-, ha-, ha-, have fun
Hey, I gotta lotta faith in you
I'll stick with you kid, that's the bottom line
Yeah, we have a lot of fun don't we
And heaven has to be with you all the time
Hey beauty when the mood gets you down
Your bottom lip's near dragging on the ground
That's when I gotta play the clown for you
Black humour made me kick my blues
Howdy Angel! Where did you hide your wings?
Her love shines over my horizon, she's a slice of heaven
Warm moonlight over my horizon, she's a slice of heaven, yeah
Her love shines over my horizon, she's a slice of heaven
Warm moonlight over my horizon, she's a slice of heaven, yeah
(x2)
Howdy Angel! Where did you hide your wings?
Her love shines over my horizon, she's a slice of heaven.
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Oh Marlene, how we fell
What we've done now we can never tell
Bottle of wine, then another
Suddenly we fell into each other
Don't stand so close to the window
Somebody out there might see
Then the word on the wire
Would be just like Ash Wednesday bush fire
Kiss me quick, kiss me warm
Put your dress on and hurry back home
Don't stand so close to the window
Somebody out there might see
And you're not supposed to be here with me
There's a way, there's a track
One false move and there's no turning back
Turn the page, close the book
Walk out the door now with never a look
And don't stand so close to the window
Somebody out there might see
And you're not supposed to be here with me
The walls have ears and the darkness eyes don't you see?
[ Back to lyrics by alpha / by album, other lyrics]
I stayed away for so long but I love these lyrics.
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I read here of free champagne......be buggered if I can find it.......?????? |
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I am often asked why I'm a sadist.
I answer because I enjoy inflicting pain on another.
The next question is what do I enjoy about it?
It sexually arouses me.
Why does it arous me?
Ahhhh......there is a question.
I also like cooking and I think strangely there are similarities.
Both appeal to all the senses.
Sound: The screams, moans and sighs, the slap of skin, leather or cane on skin.
Smell: Leather, fear and arousal.
Touch: The heat of a punished arse. The slight undulations of welts across it. The gentle dampness of both tears and arousal.
Taste: The saltiness of the tears and the arousal.
Sight: Ahhhh sight. The welts. The bruises. The single drop of blood from the broken skin of a welt as the inevitable pull of gravity guides it down a thigh. Then the eyes. Again the tears, but the eyes. I fondle your welts enjoying my time as all my other senses are overwhelmed. I grab your hair from behind and pull your head back. Your eyes to their very core implore me both to stop and continue.
I can't say what works for every sadist but this is the best I can come up with for what appeals to me. |
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I'm somewhat concerend.
Normally the chocolate cravings dissappear as the weather gets warmer.
Another block of fruit and nut gone.....? |
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What I thought was to be alas was not. Sometimes it just dosn't work.
A delightful person though who I wish well in her quest. |
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A lady and a slut....a shy delight and a bratty bitch. So much more than just that and all rolled up into one wondeful fleshy body. Oh yes it's all good.
Bruises nicely too......hehehe. |
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I just may have found what I seek....
My search here is at the very least suspended and I hope over.
She is quite delightful......yum yum. |
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Many live in a humpty doo world where the sky is a unique colour unfamiliar to the rest of us.....
It seems the removal of a bodily organ can now be done under a local anesthetic and a tent. Oh dear that world must be a beautiful place.
Shedding tears of laughter for the bedridden.
Ciao Bella
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It seems so many lack some basic protocol. Not bdsm protocol......just some basic human politeness.
If I were to approach a sub with on your knees bitch, or the like, I would expect to be ignored. I don't do that.
So many female subs understandably hate this and complain about it in their journals.
Yet so many female subs lack the basic human politness to respond to a message. A polite no thank you, or even an impolite fuck off, would suffice. Yet nothing. I am aware that male Doms well out number female subs and at times you may be flooded but that is no excuse for a lack of politeness. There are many here who I've swapped messages with over a few days and then have just disappeared.....poof.....gone. Maybe cm has just swallowed you up.....lol.
To those that don't feel the need to act as a decent human being and offer due respect to someone who has spent the time sending you a message; wake up to yourselves. You are as rude as the Doms who order you to your knees.
Both types cheapen this site for us all.
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Written by Pete Townshend
No one knows what it's like to be the bad man
To be the sad man behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated, to be fated to telling only lies
But my dreams, they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance that's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings like I do and I blame you!
No one bites back as hard on their anger
None of my pain and woe can show through
But my dreams, they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours only lonely
My love is vengeance, that's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
And If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like to be the bad man
To be the sad man behind blue eyes
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For those that haven't noticed my pic has gone for a while.....those that know me know what I look like. Those that get to know me may find out......but don't get too excited....the statue of David and I only have the one thing in common. |
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Have found chess.com am happy.....I'm a nerd I know. |
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We spend a lot of time here, me included whinging, moaning and pondering about bdsm and so on. Sometimes maybe we should think about some more important things.....
I miss my little people.....
My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home dad?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then
My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
Can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok"
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then
Well, he came home from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?"
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then
I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me
And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then
Harry Chapin
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Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night's already old
Walking into Sunday, and I find
All desires are cold
I could walk forever, I don't mind
Show me a light, your company
Goes a little way to help me see
The path on which I'm bound
Rather than the things I leave behind
I've got the keys to the city
Baby
I can feel my luck
I got two days' money
If you light me up
This heart will shine on
"L'esclavage D'amour
It will be ours forevermore"
Words we both recall
Either from a lover, or the law
Saturday night, my steps have shown
I can walk away from all I've know
Goodnight, my friend, goodbye
Remember what they say,
When you're alone, laugh or die
Written by Don Walker
My thanks to Cold Chisel. |
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You don't realise how much you live your life for another until there is not another to live your life for...... |
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First you get down on your knees,
Fiddle with your rosaries,
Bow your head with great respect,
And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect!
Do whatever steps you want if
You have cleared them with the Pontiff.
Everybody say his own
Kyrie eleison,
Doin' the Vatican Rag.
Get in line in that processional,
Step into that small confessional.
There the guy who's got religion'll
Tell you if your sin's original.
If it is, try playin' it safer,
Drink the wine and chew the wafer,
Two, four, six, eight,
Time to transubstantiate!
So get down upon your knees,
Fiddle with your rosaries,
Bow your head with great respect,
And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect!
Make a cross on your abdomen,
When in Rome do like a Roman;
Ave Maria,
Gee, it's good to see ya.
Gettin' ecstatic an' sorta dramatic an'
Doin' the Vatican
Rag
One for all of us in Sydney that are most definitly doing the Vatican Rag right now. And before anyone gets on their high horse....I am a baptised Catholic....just one who can laugh at himself as well.
Courtesy of Tom Lehrer. |
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Looking counter clockwise
Knowing what could happen
Any moment maybe you maybe even you
Steadfast collapse
Always certain any moment
Maybe you maybe you
Maybe even you
Recline complete dream too sweet
I can't do it not with you
Not even with you
Maybe never with you
And I'd sell my soul for
Total control
Yeah I'd sell my soul for
Total control
Street wet tonight, lovers touch
It's pure delight
Always certain any moment
Maybe even you
Stay in bed stained sheets
My head hurts I repeat
Maybe you maybe you maybe even you
And I'd sell my soul for
Total control
Yeah I'd sell my soul for
Total control
Ooh I'd sell my soul for
Total control over you
Over you
Total control over you
Thanks to the Motels and a some people here for the inspiration. |
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Started tonight feeling a tad down. I have friends here that have lightend my mood....sometimes this site just works. It's not always about bdsm. Sometimes we just seek a gentle word from a person that cares.
Thanks K and p. |
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A little addition to piss off the feminazis and amuse those with a sense of humour....
Women, learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.
Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not considered by us to be opportunities to see if we can find the perfect present again!
Sometimes we are not thinking about you. Live with it.
Sunday = sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.
Don't cut your hair. Ever. Long hair is always more attractive than short hair. One of the big reasons guys fear getting married is that married women always cut their hair, and by then you're stuck with her.
Ask for what you want. Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!
We don't remember dates. . . .Period!!
Most guys own three pairs of shoes - tops. What makes you think we'd be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look good with your dress?
Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.
Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.
A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.
Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.
If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.
If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. We've been tricked before!!
If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.
Let us ogle. We are going to look anyway; it's genetic.
You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.
Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.
Christopher Columbus did not need directions, and neither do we.
The relationship is never going to be like it was the first two months we were going out. Get over it. And quit whining to your girlfriends.
ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.
If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.
We are not mind readers and we never will be. Our lack of mind-reading ability is not proof of how little we care about you.
If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing", we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.
If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.
Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as navel lint, the shotgun formation, or monster trucks.
Foreign films are best left to foreigners. (Unless it's Bruce Lee or some war flick where it doesn't really matter what they're saying anyway.)
BEER is as exciting for us as handbags are for you.
Thank you for reading this; Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight, but did you know, it's like camping.
© 2008 compiled from many sources by Howard Daughters |
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Normally when issues arise or I find myself in an unusual place the words of our unofficial poet lauriet Paul Kelly serve me well....
Just right now though..... sadly lacking.
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I'm On Fire lyricsHey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I'm on fire
Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I'm on fire
Sometimes it's like someone tooh a knife baby
Edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
Through the middle of my skull
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the
Middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I'm on fire
The Boss
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YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL TO ME
YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL TO ME
CAN'T YOU SEE
YOUR EVERYTHING I HOPED FOR
YOUR EVERYTHING I NEED
YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL TO ME
Joe Cocker.
I was asked recently the most romantic song ever written. Happy to take comments. But this can make me cry when I have someone in mind. |
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I will come for you at night time
I will raise you from your sleep
I will kiss you in four places
I'll go running along your street
I will squeeze the life out of you
You will make me laugh and make me cry
We will never forget it
You will make me call your name and I'll shout it to the bluesummer sky
We may never meet again
So shed your skin and lets get started
And you will throw your arms around me
I dreamed of you at night time
And I watched you in your sleep
I met you in high places
I touched your head and touched your feet
So if you dissapear out of view
You know, I will never say goodbye
Though I try to forget it
You will make me call your name and I'll shout it to the bluesummer sky
We may never meet again
So shed your skin and lets get started
And you will throw your arms around me
Yeah you will throw you arms around me
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All the kings and queens in the bible
They could not turn back time
So what chance have I of a miracle
In this life of mine?
I only want one day
To unsay the things I said
Undo the thing I did
Twenty-four little hours
Oh God, please take them all away
And I promise I will change
If I could start today again
I know I'm not the milk and honey kind
Today I proved it true
When the red mist falls around my eyes
I know not what I do
Please give me back today
And I won't say the things I said
Or do that thing I did
Every minute, every hour
The replay's just the same
And I can't stand the shame
Oh let me start today again
I only want one day
One lousy day, that's all
Of every day that's been before
Since time began
I know my prayer's in vain
But for a second I'll pretend
That I can start today again
Paul Kelly.
It's amazing how a size six mouth can so easily accomodate a size ten foot.
I offended a friend tonight. I hope still a friend but thats very much unlikely right now.
One thoughtless line after so many wonderful lines from her.
Feeling very much a fool. |
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Sometimes in a music genre that dosn't normally grab you a piece of life advice comes from no where.
You got to know when to know when to hold 'em.
Know when to fold 'em.
Know when to walk away.
Know when to run.
You never count your money,
When your sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Mr. Kenny Rodgers. The Gambler.
More a lesson for life than poker.
Just a thought.
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New nervous subbies,
All shy grins and giggles.
Tight fitting clamps,
And hot wax on their nipples.
Canes, crops and floggers leaving welts where they sting.
These are a few of my favourite things.
With thanks to Julie Andrews and the entire cast from "The Sound of Music".
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I met a lovely lady today. After chatting here for some months.
I have a new friend. She is all I thought she would be and so much more. |
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Someone special let me into her life a little further tonight. |
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Head nurse looked up;
said, "leave this one alone"
She could tell right away,
I was bad to the bone.
George Thorogood |
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I unwittingly tied her too tight. Put a flogger in her mouth. She has safe words. She kept shaking her head. Trying to talk. I ignored her. She has safe words.
I worked out there was something wrong. I released her. She has safe words. She did not use them.
Everything is alright. She is now kneeling with her hands behind her back with her tougue on the wall.
FOR NOT USING HER SAFE WORDS.
Please Doms; always play with safe words.
Please subs; safe words are there for a reason please use them.
We had a scary moment.
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WOULD YOU OFFER YOUR THROAT TO THE WOLF WITH THE RED ROSES.......?????
Well would you? |
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You can take me to paradise,
And then again you can be as cold as ice
I'm over my head,
But it sure feels nice.
You can take me anytime you like,
I'll be around if you think you might love me baby,
And hold me tight.
Your mood is like a circus wheel,
You're changing all the time,
Sometimes I can't help but feel,
That I'm wasting all my time.
Think I'm looking on the dark side,
But everyday you hurt my pride,
I'm over my head,
But it sure feels nice,
I'm over my head,
But it sure feels nice.
By Christie McVie
A gift from a sub is not always the pain they accept from you purely becuase it pleases you. The gift of music can be special to.
And thanks K for the idea. I've started finding all types of nuance in lyrics. So much fun.
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slave at my feet re-platting my Cat.....Happy Dom |
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I have a fem sub that while not playing outside the rules is enjoying just playing around the edges. I have many ideas of my own but would also welcome any others. It's an interesting little game she plays. I would like to delight/torment her with somethinig a little out of the square. All ideas more would be much appreciated. |
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For some months I've been chatting to a wonderful sub originally from NZ. Her intellect is a joy and even though we only chat on msn. I often find myself going to bed way to late just for the pleasure of her company. I always part from her company with a smile on my face purely from her wicked twisted sense of humour. Somehting we share. Her friendship (though it only be online) is a joy to me and something I value highly.
She has said we may meet after Easter. I am looking forward to that. I hope her Dom knows how lucky He is.... |
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someimes all I seek is my sub at my feet,
compliant to any whim that may please me.
Sometimes I seek to leave my mark across
you with ny crop.
Sometimes the very act of you at my feet
meets my needs.
Sometimes I must leave a mark to claim you.
Sometimes........... |
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The ones that yearn for the heat of my crop are the ones I least feel like striking.
Those for whom it is a thing to fear are the ones I most like to mark.
Maybe I'm just an occasional sadist.
Maybe it's the feeling of reshaping someone to my design.
I do like the welts though.........
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RESPECT RELATIONSHIP AWARENESS.
All right I,ve done it. I said I would not use the journal part of this site but I'm driven to it by Doms I hear about who ignore three of the most basic parts of bdsm.
A BDSM RELATIONSHIP IS A RELATIONSHIP. "RELATIONSHIP" IS THE MOST IMPORTANT WORD.
RESPECT YOUR SUB AND THE GIFT THEY GIVE YOU. WITHOUT THEIR NEED TO SUBMIT YOUR NEED TO DOMINATE THEM WOULD GO UNFULFILLED.
BE AWARE OF THEIR NEEDS. D/s IS LIKE YING AND YANG. APART THEY ARE TWO FLOATING SPERM LIKE OBJECTS......LOL. PUT TOGETHER THEY MAKE A PERFECT CIRCLE. IF YOU ARE AS AWARE OF YOUR subs NEEDS AS YOU EXPECT THAY OF YOURS, THEIR GIFT OF SUBMOSSION MAY LAST A LIFE TIME. WITHOUT RESPECTING THEIR NEEDS IT MAY NOT EVEN MAKE THE FIRST SESSION.
WAKE UP DOMS. ONE BAD EXPERIENCE FOR A sub CAN TURN THEM FROM BDSM FOR EVER AND WE ARE LOST WITHOUT THEM.
Soap box moment is now over. |
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