6/4/2013 10:52:13 AM: 'To the cold-footed cash boy.'   Dear boy,  You begin the conversations telling me that you want to take me out to dinner and I order your food for you.  You want to buy me everything I wish from my wish list. You want to treat me to cocktails and serve under my feet at the bar as my loyal little servant. You want to take me shopping and fit the bill as I desire.    We get into it, talking of the night of your servitude, how much you wish to please me.  It's exciting, it's a thrill!   Then come the day you promise to serve...and you are gone.  Where are you? Where did you go? It disappoints me to see you vanish.  I did actually wish to meet you, to get to know you.  If you cannot afford such a fantasy to be a reality, please let me know.  I do actually care, you are not just a notch on the bedpost, nor are you a forgotten face.  This is serious to me, the generosity is appreciated, the risks of large purchases are not ignored.  Your livelihood comes first, what kind of dominant would I be if I didn't look out for the well being of my submissives? I play safe and encourage others to do the same all the time.  Safe in all words and phrases and definitions.  I also respect my submissives, they trust me to take care of them, so I shall do so.  However I need to be able to trust you as well, so be honest with me at all times.  Be up front about what you want or are able to do and we will talk.  Sincerely,  Zageden