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Gay Male Submissive, 34, West Hollywood, California 
I live in West Hollywood CA, am single, and am looking for a Dom to train me.  I smoke, but no drugs/drink.  I am HIV pos, but as you can see in my picture very healthy, and very open and honest about my status.

I look forward to hear from you,

DT
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It was a good Saturday.  I packaged and mailed some paperback books for a book swapping club I belong to.  I make an effort to add some artistic flair to the wrapping so the receiver gets a little extra pleasure when the package arrives.  I placed an order for a book I'm looking forward to, and I have a new book that I'm starting today. The drive to the post office was very pleasant, the sun was out.  But, it's still much colder than usual here so I had to have the heat on in the car and I'm wearing a hoodie in addition to jeans and tshirt. Which brings me to this point... jeans, tshirt and a hoodie are common wear for me.  Yes I can dress up a bit for dinner out, but my daily wear does not consist of thigh high boots and a whip.  I get a lot of messages here, and some of them are pretty far out in the ozone.  Men who have no real life experience and are basing all their notions off of porn, approaching me with a list of demands.  Those folks are not exhibiting any behavior that indicates they know how to function in a relationship.  Even polite deferrals of, "we are not a match, best wishes on your continued search" are met with tirades and verbal abuse.   I expect some social skills.  The capacity for polite conversation.  The ability to discuss differing viewpoints.  An understanding of nuance.  A recognition of the need for communication.  I'm not here looking for casual kinky pick up play, I'm looking for a long term partner.  I think it's reasonable to expect some relationship skills.    
my ideal BDSM play party---what is yours??? my ideal play party is at a venue where it's large enough to be able to wander around, with multiple rooms so if there's stuff going on you don't want to see, you can distance yourself. Also, a nice, large-enough social area where there is no play going on is a must! If there is a Demonstration, Performance or Class before the party begins, even better. Something to watch or learn about. Inspiration! Multiple play rooms with multiple stations. Lots of the classic Dungeon furniture, in good condition, plus some more unusual and creative pieces. Plenty of cleaning supplies in each room. Enough light to see and the music at a low enough volume where it's not distracting, and communication is not inhibited. As far as what would be allowed...i do enjoy the rules and structure of a Dungeon club, but can feel intimidated or restricted when there are too many rules. Micro-managing is a buzzkill. i want to be able to feel safe and have enough information to know what i'm getting myself into. But, i also want that balance where the venue is running on the basic principles of personal responsibility and informed consent. There should be staff presence but hopefully they aren't sticking themselves into situations unless a safeword has been ignored. So we have the most beautiful, well appointed venue with loose-enough rules and cool staff. But what about the attendees? The attendees should be educated on basic BDSM Dungeon Etiquette---it should be a must that anyone attending a play party should go through an Orientation class first (or be a guest of a member/regular). That way people are on the same page about how to go about things. Even if we all have different Kinks, the basics of no loud conversations in play rooms...asking for consent before touching/sitting down next to someone/engaging in play...keeping a respectful distance from a scene should be practiced by all attendees. A large-enough group so that there is …
You, however, keep on speaking what is consistent with wholesome teaching. 2 Let the older men be moderate in habits, serious, sound in mind, healthy in faith, in love, in endurance. 3 Likewise, let the older women be reverent in behavior, not slanderous, not enslaved to a lot of wine, teachers of what is good, 4 so that they may advise the younger women to love their husbands, to love their children, 5 to be sound in mind, chaste, working at home, good, subjecting themselves to their own husbands, so that the word of God may not be spoken of abusively. 6 Likewise, keep on urging the younger men to be sound in mind, 7 showing yourself to be an example of fine works in every way. Teach what is pure with all seriousness, 8 using wholesome speech that cannot be criticized, so that those who oppose may be put to shame, having nothing negative to say about us. 9 Let slaves be in subjection to their owners in all things, trying to please them, not talking back, 10 not stealing from them, but showing complete trustworthiness, so that in every way they may adorn the teaching of our Savior, God. 11 For the undeserved kindness of God has been manifested, bringing salvation to all sorts of people. 12 It trains us to reject ungodliness and worldly desires and to live with soundness of mind and righteousness and godly devotion amid this present system of things, 13 while we wait for the happy hope and glorious manifestation of the great God and of our Savior, Jesus Christ, 14 who gave himself for us to set us free from every sort of lawlessness and to cleanse for himself a people who are his own special possession, zealous for fine works. 15 Keep on speaking these things and exhorting and reproving with full authority. Do not let anyone look down on you.   Titus 2:1-15
I wouldn’t let anyone whip me like that!   The sound of a chain hoist makes an unmistakable rattling noise when it’s being used. You can hear it wherever you are in the dungeon.  The crowd watches as I’m slowly being hoisted up into the air.  They see my torturer playing around with a very long single tail and let’s a crack a few times, CRACK!  It sounds like a gun shot.  Through the mask I can see the dungeon monitors making the crowd, over a hundred by now, stand back so there’s plenty of room for the scene about to take place.  The first lash was a doozy, WU-TISH!  It wrapped around my waist and left a nice red welt across my belly.  There was a pause and then another lash WU-TSIH! That one was across my tits leaving another welt.  This went on for awhile until my body was covered in beautiful red welts from my tits to my knees.  I could hear some guy nearby get up from his seat and say “There’s no way I would let anyone whip me like that!” and storm off to another part of the dungeon.  I have to say that I thought his reaction was funny because only a newbie would say that.  I’m like dude, I’m enjoying this!   I guess my moans and grunts during my whipping really caused a stir as the crowd now swelled to a lot of people.  As for me, my pain level is a 7.  I’m in pain but I know it’s not over.  I drop one of the safety balls I was holding onto (which in my opinion is better than a safeword) and it signals my torturer that I’m ready for the last part of the scene. 
I haven't been on this site much recently but today I've found myself with some time, was in the right mood and thought it would be nice to find someone to chat with and possibly even hypnotise or maybe even find a lady who might hypnotise me (yes, I enjoy being on the other side from time to time too with the right person). Sadly, no one interesting or interested in chatting. But something interesting HAS happened whilst I've been on here, so I thought I would relate that instead.   Now in the past I've written journals and blogs on various websites like this that are designed to hypnotise you simply by you reading them, whether you even realise it or not, and subtly implant suggestions in your subconscious for you to get in touch and tell me what you would like us to do together hypngtically or to just mae more and more horny as you read them, but this isn't going to be one of those so you have nothing to worry about: there are no hidden suggestions (unless you're massively suggestible, in which case... awesome... but you've probably already decided to contact me anyway if that is the case.   Anyway, I digress.   I'm killing time in a coffee shop in London after a meeting and before an event this evening. How better to spend my time than by logging on here? I'm sitting in a booth at the back downstairs, slightly away from everyone, and in a position where no one is going to walk past and see my screen. Suddenly I look up and an increadibly attractive lady is heading towards me. When I say attractive, I mean she is absolutely my type.. and not just because she's wearing a large erotic watch (which she is, Rolex no less!) but just because she's casual, smiley, confident. Mid to late-30s with thick naturally dark blonde hair, she's weairng a white, tied shirt over a tight low top and jeans. My eye is drawn to her plunging breast line by the necklace she's wearing.   Now those of you who have read my other blogs will know that this is my fa…
I'm just gonna leave this out here... worship is bringing the best of what you have to offer to your god, regadless of the sacrifice to yourself, and placing it reverentially at their feet in hopes that they will accept it. Worship is hoarding and savouring every little tidbit of whatever they see fit to bless you with, to immerse yourself in your own utter appreciation of it. Worship is not pawing at some body clumsily immersed in your own excitement. Worship is not slobbering over something you know you cannot afford and do not deserve. Worship is not defiling something to make yourself feel good -- it is, arguably the opposite, to defile yourself to preserve the sanctity of the thing you worship. Sexualised worship is a delicate thing. It is something that can only tolerate being called for by the Dominant. It is no longer worship when requested, directed, demanded or expected by the sub/slave. Then, it just becomes sex. Yes, even if there is no penetration or ejaculation. Worship calls for sacrifice and some measure of suffering on the part of the supplicant. If you are not giving up anything, if it does not hurt you in some way, then you have worshipped nothing. Men keep trying to trick women into doing what men want... they tell a woman she must fuck anything that wants her to fuck them regardless of how she feels about it, that doing as they tell her is the only way to prove she is empowered and free...... but are you ever in control when someone else is calling the shots? They tell a woman that she must keep her sub happy and safe, take all the mental load from them and tell them exactly how to make her happy, and that she is doing a bad job if she cannot find a way to make him feel appreciated and worthy in his weaponised incompetence...... so then at what point is the sub actually being submissive when all there is is her making sure he's happily kept? They tell a woman that she must crave being obeyed, to be willing to do anything to be obeyed, th…
Advice for messaging*It is disrespectful and insulting when someone sends an introductory email which does not mention anything specific about my profile or interact with it at all.  Ask yourself this question.  Could the majority of your email to me be copied and pasted to 100 other people and be just as valid?  If the answer is yes and you send this to me then you have just identified yourself as a time waster.  Do you want me to think of you as a time waster?  Is this really how you want to introduce yourself?*If your spelling and grammar are poor, you are not putting in enough effort.  This identifies you as LAZY.  Some try to excuse their laziness with various reasons but you can always have a friend read what you write or just reread what you type out loud a few times before you hit the send button.  I do realize that some bad punctuation is facilitated by the text editor here because this site strips out most punctuation except commas, question marks, periods, and exclaimation points. Hopefully this will be addressed someday, but till then you can still find creative ways to mimic other punctuation.*But the main form of showing disrespect through a lack of effort is just not typing very many words.  Incomplete sentences, only one sentence, or worse, one word or just a bit of text speak show a lack of effort, interest, and concern.  Many people do not want to communicate over a phone, they only want to type, but then they also are not willing to put in much effort at typing either.  So I quickly find an imbalance of effort as I see the words I type quickly outpacing the other person.  This makes the other person seem uninvolved and unappreciateive of my efforts.  They insist that I type and not TALK to them but then they do not put effort in to type either!Frequently, I find that I spend a great deal more energy and effort typing long messages to people who do not put any effort into what they se…
Alaska is a beautiful Lady, she is a deadly bitch and She will kill you in a heartbeat.   If you don't understand what I'm going to say about Alaska, ask and I will explain.        What I'm looking for is life long commitment .      What I expect. you will respond to My voice.  you will let my voice control your mind. I will plant my words to trigger you.   My triggers will cause your body to react as conditioned.   I'm not hard core abusive but you will walk a fine line of constant excitement. Open your mind to me and I WILL put your pussy outside your body.    It's so tempting maintaining control. Giving your will to another is scary. Planting myself in your mind and triggering you where and when I want, such a rewarding experience. You'll slowly surrender to my voice. You never know when you're going to submit. When the proverbial rug of sanity will disappear under your foot, just it will happen.    My voice is stronger than you desire to disobey. When I speak, you wait expecting.  Your body will tremble.       Weather is getting cold here in Alaska.  Almost time for subbies and slaves taken to the Mountains.    Have your body stripped of warm clothing. Its so enjoyable to watch your face as your warm pussy is placed on a large rock at 40 below.      Should I bring some ice cubes to help the spreading of cold slowly clawing its way into your pussy.    Alaskan winters offer so much enjoyment.  I hope to enjoy this winter, how about you?    These are serious things to think about.  I'm telling you now what your end results with me look like. Can you handle knowing what you will look like when I finish playing with your mind      Can you live in that terror. Always expecting. Do I terrify you. Are you willing to give it …
  the little girl's anthem naive to the bone   marie davidson's album Adieux Au Dancefloor has a lot of songs that are great for little headspace. but this is the penultimate one. not only in lyrics but in the soundscape as well. the clapping adding to it is very smol bean headspace inducing as well. i have no idea if she's one of us but her i dedicate my life is also very empowered, strong, and whimsical. this is one of our anthems of what it is to be an adult that is also a little girl and one you scream singing at the top of your lungs. I DON'T HIDE. when people tell us to grow up or think smarter or harder or regular, I DON'T NEED YOUR LOVE. and while we are still connected to our inner child more than others, MY LIFE IS NOT A GAME. and even in the bdsm world where people often look down or misunderstand us and our dedication, discipline, submission, and beating intense hearts I'VE GOT NOTHING TO PROVE TO YOU. It seems like honesty is not so fashionable these days It's true, I ask a lot of questions You call me naive? I'll tell you what I'm naive to the bone Do you think I'm too soft? Because I don't hide, or Is it that you're lost when I smile? I don't need your love But, I'll dare to ask you how you feel about me Just to get things straight I have no cards to hide My life's not a game Let me picture my future A large room, where you can hear the silence No place for arrogance No pain in my chest Just, the beating of my heart J'suis pas qu'un boumIs it that you feel superior behind a costume of indifference? In the middle ages, people used to wear cloaks It's 2016 Get real So you think I'm too soft? I've got nothing to prove I have no advice for you But, remember what Terrence said The last dance, we dance alone =================== Core Themes: Empowerment Through Authenticity: The lyrics and your interpretation emphasize owning who you are, unapologetically. This connaspects to themes of sovereignty and standin…
Keeping in mind that as soon as I saw that he had written before, I rolled my eyes and made a choice to respond, knowing how this was gonna go, and since I'm in a mood, it was slightly amusing and I almost chuckled when he did exactly what I expected him to do. Which I'm sure would have pissed him off worse... I received this today from someone listed as a Dom, who had contacted me well over a year ago, then again last December. Just 4 months ago, but he's once again completely forgotten that he wrote me before, that he was asked to do something then disappeared, forgot that he had written the second time and was REMINDED, and asked if he had done it yet, but wanted me to commit to being interested (in someone who had ghosted once already and hadn't done anything he was asked to do, which was to read and EDUCATE HIMSELF, not do anything that benefited ME, but instead forgot even speaking to me) and now he's written me again. With the same message as the first two times. 3/6/22 6:48 AM "Good morning, Miss, Hope you are doing well I am wondering if per chance you could possibly be open to a 64 going on 34 year old sub and iring slave located in North Aurora, west of chicago who is intelligent openminded kinky adventurous fun and selfassured about who and what he is? Most of all one who seeks a true Owner and Domme who is a totally devoted to you like me? It is so hard to find a genuine and suitable Domme and Owner in this lifestyle I hope you find me to be exceptional seems like we want the very same thingfor You to take total control of memind body and soul And what you depict your profile is quite interesting and just what I know I need Although my profile says I am a Dom, I have come to realize I am a stone sub I have the ability desire and wherewithal to host and come visit and ultimately relocate should it come to that I travel your way quite a bit on business But most of all I would love to just have the honor and privilege to get to know you you seem so …
It looks like any changes to a profile are still problematic.  Because it's risky to change my profile, I'll announce that I turned 50 recently.  The housing crisis that was brewing finally came. I moved 3 times from October to December.  I whittled down my stuff, and I have no emotional, legal, or financial attachment to where I'm living now.  I can move easily.  Right now, I'm still close to Cumming, Georgia.  (Yes, that's really the name.)My top / potential Dom versus slave seesaw keeps teetering.  On one hand, I am still interested in being a live-in slave.  On the other, I have great memories of my several months as a top, which was years ago.  I am NOT expecting to switch.  I think it may be doable, but most women don't think it's doable, so that's fine.  I can commit to one or the other.  If I find a woman to submit to, I expect to become a totally obedient slave.  I am open to the idea that the slavery will eventually become permanent.  I understand it is not the place of the slave to make demands.  With that said, I can't envision myself as a slave without worshiping HER feet.  I also envision bondage, pain, and cages, but I'm not sure that is essential.On the other hand, if SHE wants to give pain, I hope to learn to take whatever she gives.  I hope she'll start slowly.  On the top side, I am open to that, too.  As for being a Dom versus a top, I am pretty sure I could first play the Dom role and then become the role.  We'd have to discuss.  There is a question whether I'm in a place in life to project Dominance, but that obviously depends on the potential sub.As for history, years ago my woman liked being called slave girl, even though BDSM was only in the bedroom.  I'll use the term slave or sub for simplicity's sake.  Slave girl got lots of excellent foot massages, but she also got the opposite.  After some research and starting very sl…
Alright, feral creatures. Drag your claws in a circle and listen.   If your master plan is to speed run your BDSM bucket list with strangers like you’re farming achievements, you are not practicing power exchange. You are running a fantasy drive thru.   Hi yes, I’ll take one degradation scene, extra intensity, no emotional labor.   That’s not dominance.   That’s not submission.   That’s transactional self gratification wearing a harness.   Power exchange is not a vending machine. It is not a same night shipping option for your curiosity. It is a relational structure built on trust, communication, and actual human care.   You cannot ethically hold power over someone you do not care about. Period.   Now let’s talk about pick up play before someone starts twitching.   Picking up someone you’ve seen in the community? Someone you’ve observed at events? You’ve watched how they negotiate. How they respond to a safeword. How they treat people after scenes. How they handle NO. You’ve seen them interact when they’re not performing.   That’s informed risk.   Scooping up a total stranger with zero shared community, zero references, zero behavioral observation, and hoping adrenaline carries you through?   That’s rolling dice with someone’s nervous system.   Vibes are not vetting.   And while we’re here get involved in the community.   Go to munches.   Go to vettings.   Go to classes/workshops.   Go sit at a table and actually talk to people without trying to collect them.   Observe.   Watch how people interact. Notice who listens. Notice who interrupts. Notice who respaspects space. Notice who name drops. Notice who checks in after someone looks overwhelmed. Notice who vanishes when cleanup starts.   Munches are not play parties. Vettings are not…
Random ficlet: I gleefully stood, naked, and allowed my my hands to be bound together by a man who I knew wanted nothing more than to devour me. I grinned in anticipation as he guided my bound hands above my head and looped to tail of the rope through a chain hanging from the rafters above us. Once the rope was looped through the chain, I noticed him smirk as he pulled the rope tight and my arms were stretched further over my head until I had to rest mostly on the balls of my feet, leaving me in an unsteady stance.   I was so wet that I felt like my slick was dripping down my thighs and my pussy was clenching in anticipation and nervousness. I couldn't help but shift around in my eagerness and groaned as I felt my naked thighs sliding wetly against each each other as my pussy practically drips with want.    My eyes were wide as you faced me and pulled my right leg up to expose my pussy. You clutched your throbbing dick in your hand. I felt you take a moment to rub your cock along my wet slit, I hear you groan when your dick meets the warm and wet folds of my pussy lips. I feel your grip on my thigh tighten right as you slide your dick easily into my wet, slutty hole.   I groaned, and before I even had time to register the intrusion, you were pumping into me, eager to feel more of my slick, clenching hole.   This didn't last long, though, as it wasn't nearly all that you wanted. You pulled out, much to my displeasure, my pussy was throbbing and needed much more. I saw you retrieve the leather belt from your discard pants and knew my ass and thighs were about to be on fire and I shuddered in a combination of trepidation and want.   I watched you loop the belt in half and pull it taught, making the leather snap delightfully. When our eyes met, I watched your face turn predatory when you met my playful and challenging look. I grinned, and hoping to sound more confident than I was in that moment, I looked up at you said "Do not bo…
I read this profile today and think its nearly perfect"   Hello slaves and Masters. Dom is looking for slave who knows that he/she was born to serve. Im looking for slave bois for permanent ownership. I will break you down. I will show you that your place in life is to serve and please me. I will degrade and discipline you. I wont stop until you truly believe you are shit and that you were destined to be mine. I will make you an my own personal property. Im looking for a live in , cleaning ,sex slave, dinner makeing, foot stool,  urinal, cumdumpster,  whipping post, slave  Im looking to humiliate abuse, degrade slaveboy for my pleasure.  Only interested in smooth, submissive, straight acting, slim bois who know that they are made to suffer, serve, obey, please, and commit accept any order from their Master. Absolutely every decision will be taken by Me, what the slave eats, drinks, when, where and how long it sleeps, what to wear should outside activity be granted, no social contact to others. I also do online training so slaves welcome.   Im also looking for disabled slaves and Masters, sissies   My rules are:   The proper way of things. i.e the way it will be   As My slave you have no rights; in fact you have nothing at all. You will take your place in  fully recognizing the truth of My Supremacy, My Superiority and your own lowly status.     You will obey My commands eagerly to the letter without questioning any of them and you will accept My authority and judgment of your servitude. My word is law and My whip is the implement of its enforcement. You will spend all your waking hours learning to exist exclusively for My pleasure, comfort, and glory and that of all masters . You will not allow your mind to wander even for a moment from Me and when it is not occupied in My service you will remember that all you do is at My whim and command. Even the basic privileges for you to…
"do you remember the first time (part 1)  i saw a status update asking people about their first time attending a Play Party...such a great topic and it inspired me to write a bit about my first time!    i had taken a lot of "baby steps" and done a lot of research before attending my first play party. i wasn't going to events because i naturally wanted to---after a year of playing privately with "doms" i met on the internet, it had come down to three choices: either leave BDSM behind, keep doing what i was doing and end up in the hospital or worse, or....start attending events.    So yeah. It was basically my only choice, if i wanted to continue to explore and play, without risk of grievous injury and/or complete mental breakdown.   After much consideration, i chose to attend a night at a pretty famous Dungeon here in Los Angeles...The Lair De Sade. i had chosen a night that they called "Insight". The evening started with a program of classes (a BDSM101/Dungeon Etiquette Class, then a Flogging Class), then there would be a play party for the rest of the night.    "Sir, will i enjoy this?" i remember asking my then-Dom and Mentor.    "you will enjoy the class, the play party...maybe not so much..." i remember him telling me. He had been encouraging me to start attending things for months, urging that i would meet "a better class of Gentlemen Pervert there". He knew, more clearer than i, what danger i was putting myself in with each "Coffee Meet and Play In Private" i was doing.    Although he knew diving into "the scene" of BDSM Dungeons was my best option, he also made it clear that not everyone there was to be trusted. Attending a BDSM Dungeon wasn't a guarantee of safety, but it WAS another tool that i could utilize to be safer.    So knowing all this, i went with an open mind, yet set my boundaries firmly in advance: i'd go and attend the classes, then stay at the play party a l…