They say " don't be bitter , don't hate , calm down " yet this is what I get almost 99 % of the time when I come here ....if its not this its something similiar ... gezzzz

I have been on this site for a bit over 5 yrs , off and on again . Today I realize its full of flakes and fakes . We'll call them serial morons ! I have met some really nice Men here on the site , but once they got to be the real deal they turned into something less than desirable , sorta kinda like a garden slug leaving a slimy trail of ooze filled with deception and betrayal behind them .... well I am done with this site , as much as it pains me to say this , YOU MEN here are absolutely without a doubt the biggest bunch of dumbasses the planet has to have seen ! Not one man here that I have spoken to can be real ( except One here Master of Life I think was His name , He helped me with my profile some time back but then took off , but at least He was helpful )

Anyways , I am done , over-done actually , with the trolls of CM ....toodles

ok , so , I took out all the negative words from my journal , took the profile to a new level , and since I have not had ONE message from any Male on this site , only females...thats so wierd ! Anyone care to explain that ! ? I know I bitched about the morons messaging me but dang , does that mean every Male on here is a troll ?

The Basis of the Wife’s Submission

21 and be subject to one another in the fear of Christ. 22 Wives, be subject to your own husbands, as to the Lord. 23 For the husband is the head of the wife, as Christ also is the head of the church, He Himself being the Savior of the body. 24 But as the church is subject to Christ, so also the wives ought to be to their husbands in everything. 25 Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her; 26 that He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, 27 that He might present to Himself the church in all her glory, having no spot or wrinkle or any such thing; but that she should be holy and blameless. 28 So husbands ought also to love their own wives as their own bodies. He who loves his own wife loves himself; 29 for no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ also does the church, 30 because we are members of His body. 31 For this cause a man shall leave his father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife; and the two shall become one flesh. 32 This mystery is great; but I am speaking with reference to Christ and the church. 33 Nevertheless let each individual among you also love his own wife even as himself; and let the wife see to it that she respect her husband.

23 For the husband is the head of the wife, as Christ also is the head of the church, He Himself being the Savior of the body. 24 But as the church is subject to Christ, so also the wives ought to be to their husbands in everything.

When Paul speaks of the wife being in submission to her own husband, in everything, he means that she need never cease to be submissive in spirit, even if she must disobey him in a specific area. He means also that wives should not attempt to compartmentalize their lives, setting certain areas "off limits" to submission.

The wife’s submission to her own husband is to be complete, across the board, without exception.

The woman is to "put herself under" the headship of her husband, her own husband. This word "own" indicates that while there may be other expressions of submission which are necessary and appropriate for a wife to evidence in her relationships with others, there is a special "submission" which is required in relationship to her husband. The same exclusiveness can be seen in the practice of "love." We are to love everyone, including our enemy, our neighbor, and our brothers in Christ. But the "love" of a woman for her husband is special and unique. Her love for others is of the same essence, but not the same expression.

A word about fear :

Last night I was sent a message asking if I feared this so called Master because of his tools of the trade , the pic on his profile was of a bedroom filled with all sorts of restraints , homemade gadgets for torture and the likes ....this was the second sort of pic I had been sent in the last two weeks ... I had to laugh , I really did , and I am sure it had to have insulted them both when I said I didn't fear anything of the sort or of them... I even told One I would cut his ropes and restraints with my scissors lol

I have fears , but not of anything Man can put me thru anymore . I remain closely guarded with my heart , soul and body. It will take a seriously compassionate Man to tear the walls down I have placed before me , I built them not to keep people out but to see who has the courage and love , patience and faith to bring them down . I'm worth every step of the way too .... I'm worth every brick torn away of that wall ...

So when you sit and think ... " lets scare this little girl " ... think again , because Imma laugh at ya

recentlywidowed , maturewidower , germanherr , setxcpl4slave , sternmastermike , sternmastermike1 ( Micheal Baduns of Woodville Texas , a German legal alien , who needs a new home , just trying to help him out )

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A Daddy - little story

Daddy came to my room where I was laying on my tummy coloring in my scribble pads a picture for Him . He asked me if I wanted to go to the beach and I jumped up and down saying yessss please Daddy yessss... I knew there was lots to see and do there and some ice cream too ...

I put on my prettiest lil sundress and my ribbons to match , and my sandals , looking in the mirror I twirl around pulling my dress tail to the sides to flare as I swung around ... Daddy was watching me too , and I knew he was there ... so I sat down on my bed and I began a lil pouty face ... I could see Daddy looking all worried like ... and He came in and sat down in front of me on His knee's , asking , " whats wrong with Daddy's girl ? "

In my bestest pouty face I said " I need a huggle or two before we go way far away from home "

So Daddy sat down beside me now and started a huggle on me when I reached for His face with my lil hands and cupped His cheeks and looked into His eyes and said " annabelle loves Daddy " ...... I knew what was going to happen next .... smiles

Daddy picked me up off my bed , took me to the car and we drove off to Galveston , where we built a sandcastle and had some ice cream ... grins

I got sand in my panties tho .... Daddy had to help me with that ... thats as dirty as this story got ! haha

The Daddy-Dominants Creed ~

• Above all else a Daddy cherishes his girl , and takes great delight in watching her grow
• A Daddy/little relationship can be demanding and Daddy most times takes full advantage of the power given to them, but knows how to share the pleasure that comes from that precious gift of having a " little "
• A Daddy is in control of themself first and foremost, so that they may control and take control of thier " little ".
• As a stern and demanding yet caring compassionate nurturer , they may cause their submissive babygirl / little to cry real tears , but will ALWAYS be there to wipe them away .
• As the consummate lover, they will then kiss the tears away, without stepping out of character.
• In times of trouble, a Daddy will never leave the role behind, and is always there to be a supportive friend and partner, never forgetting that this is still a loving relationship between two caring individuals.
• A Daddy is quick to understand the differences between fantasy and reality.
• A Daddy would never ask His little to put Him before their career, or family, just to satisfy their own pleasure , yet will encourage independance in growth
• To win a " littles " mind, body, spirit, soul, and love, a Daddy knows they must first win their trust.
• A Daddy will show their " little " humour, kindness, and warmth . how to play , when to play , and its not always of a sexual nature .
• A Daddy must always show His " little " that their guidance and tutoring is deserving of their attention, that this is a person they can learn from, and that they can trust their direction.
• A Daddy is romantic enough to be protective and chivalrous. When called upon, He will fight for His " little's " honour.
• A Daddy proves to their " little " that His is someone they can lean on, and depend on.
• When it comes time to teach His girl their lessons of obedience, they are a strong and unyielding professor , but always nurturing , loving and patient .
• A Daddy will accept His " little " as she grows but wants the best for her so nothing less than perfection from His " little " will be allowed while she learns .
• Never does a Daddy use discipline without a good reason. When they do punish thier " little's ", it is always with a knowledgeable and careful hand.
• A Daddy is always open to communication and discussion; always ready to hear their submissive's wants and needs.
• A Daddy is patient; taking time to learn the limits of His " little " , and knowing that as their trust of them grows, so will they.
• A Daddy understands the fragile nature of mind and body and never violates the trust given to them.
• A Daddy is secure enough to laugh at Himself and the absurdities of life. Open minded enough to learn new things. Strong enough to grow.
• A Daddy's tools are mind, body, spirit, soul, and love.

• A true Daddy-Dom is not hesitant to kneel to His submissive/babygirl.little and kiss her hand in honor of her trust, service, and love for Him.

The power of beer !

A man goes into a bar and drinks beer. After every glass of beer he pulls a picture out of his pocket and looks at it. After the 4th beer the waiter asks him why after every glass of beer he pulls the picture out and looks at it

Then the man says: It's a picture of my wife. When she looks good to me I'm going home.

A few months ago I adopted a BAB ( build a bear ) teddybear . I found him at an adoption center ( a resale shop ) My mother passed away last tuesday and I had to bury her Thursday . I sent my favorite teddy with her to heaven .... My mother and I were never close till this last few weeks , she never told me she was proud of me or loved me till she became so dependant on me for help , that she finally told me last week .... I lost something I had prayed for for many years , just to hear my mother say " i love you " .... Ziggy was like me , made , created , loved for a moment then discarded . I found him tho in a pile of other discarded teddybears in that resale shop a few months back , I was so happy I found him ... brought him home and loved on him each day ....Ziggy was like me.... and he was so important to me that I had to let him go with my mother ... its hard to explain but its something I just had to do . When I placed him in her coffin beside her , it was like the circle was complete. I can't explain it any better today than this but some will understand

As God finished with creation, God looked at Adam and Eve. "I have two gifts left, the first, is the ability to pee standing up and --"
"--Oh please, pleeeese! Oh, can I have that one, please-please-please!" Adam interrupted.
God looked over at Eve.
Eve shrugged, "if it make him happy, it’s fine with me."
God nodded.
"POOF"
Adam, stood up, and he peed up a tree. Then he wrote his name in the snow. Laughing he ran off, peeing with every step laughing and happy.
"I’m so glad he’s enjoying it," Eve told God.
"Well," God turned to Eve, "I guess your stuck with multiple orgasms."

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

GermanHerr , SeTxcpl4slave , EurpoeanDominant , maturewidower

you're a liar from the word go .... If I could find a way to have you deported back to Germany I would do it ... Ladies beware of this one , I've known him personally , and up close for 10 months . He lived in my home .

Thats all I'm gonna say .