Betticus


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	About Betticus Stunningly handsome man with a very sensitive heart condition, recently inherited a large estate and several million dollars seeks nice, honest, cute submissive girl who is not shallow or seeking wealth for marriage, with no pre-nup. I also should mention my estate in Hawaii with my own private beach and yacht as well as my secret lair that I've had built into an extinct volcano. I have a tank with maneating sharks that I like to underfeed and then put on a steak covered wetsuit and swim with them. I just like to wrestle with em, they're like giant knife toothed puppies. I also recently bought my own small oil producing nation, it also has beaches. I'd like to try skydiving but don't know how to pack my own parachute but I'm very trusting and would let you do that for me. I'm also looking forward to going bear hunting but in the manliest of ways.... wearing only a loincloth with a wooden club. For New Years I dress up in a black leather Santa suit with a belt laden with crops and floggers. I give out free spankings at the local nightclubs to all of the girls who were naughty that year. I don't need a naughty list, I can spot bad girls on sight. Bad girls are the ones that go to night clubs on New Years Eve. I would not hold it against you if you own your own micro-brewery. psst... if you saw through that profile and laughed feel free to say hi Errrgh... ok.. disclaimer The humorous profile is just to let you see my personality and sense of humor while taking a jab at how awkward it is to write profiles about yourself. :) I did not really win a lottery and don't have a heart condition. Thanks for the enthusiasm but I'm not actually rich.

Ok, this is for Doms only!! If you're a subbie and read this entry then you deserve a spanking... A nifty spanking with a paddle.

Okay, completely on accident in the wee morning hours after a long night of fun activities the siren call of sheer exhaustion was taking all of us over and somehow a few of us were sprawled upon a very comfy memory foam bed. I honestly had nowhere else to put my pillow except for the feet of a sleeping Domme, about a whopping 104 pound girl at that. I was almost completely asleep when I felt it, the sharp pain followed by the nearly instant realization that I had just been kicked in the face. Nose nearly broken and starting to bleed I was about to take my revenge upon this evil temptress when I realized she was dead asleep.

Do not under any circumstances sleep anywhere near a Domme without first taking some safety precautions like duct taping her to a post or locking her in a cage. They are the embodiment of pure evil!

It seems that summer is upon us once again. It's been a long time since I've been on here, I've been busy and distracted. I should update my pics but I don't want to right now.. just take the one I have up and subtract fifty pounds from it.

Damn you ol' man winter! You and your chilly sense of humor. It's not so much that I don't like the cold weather but I would rather be basking in the warm sun somewhere lovely. Due to my having to make some life changes to deal with a health issue I am mainly only up for some stimulating conversation. I will also have to add in my profile that I'm now following a vegan lifestyle. It is really not so much different from a bdsm lifestyle except that I'm not only a sadistic top but also a masochistic sub. I'll be dropping from my list of perfect subbie requirements the need to own a brewery as I have also given up alcohol of any sort. If you are a vegan, raw foodist, non drinking non smoker nutritionist fitness instructor then say hello. Everyone else can say hi as well except for mean people. Mean people can just keep quiet.?

Ok, time for an update to the ol journal.? It has been HOT. Not just warm or humid but today after I got home from work I watched a movie pretty much in misery then I fell into bed for a few hours of thermally induced comatosis.? I don't know if that is even a word but if not I don't care as it fits. It's that kind of hot where you aren't quite at heat exhaustion but so close that it doesn't really matter. This is the kind of thing that makes me think I should get one of those jobs where you get to work at the South Pole for six months of the year.. the summer months. When I was driving home from work I think I could actually feel the rubber of my car tires getting softer as it reached critical mass temperatures. The wax seems to have vaporized off of my paint and formed a film on the windshield. The only thing enjoying this heat are the various forms of cacti living out in my yard. I hope that everyone else has been keeping cool.

On another note, fire play in Southern New Mexico is no longer on the list of things I'd like to learn about. Ice play, that's where it's at. In fact, a bathtub full of ice would be wonderful to come home to after work tomorrow. I'll try to convince my cat to make a bunch of trips to the store while I'm at work.

Ever see a movie so horridly awful that you just had to pen your own movie review. Please excuse my style change as I go on as I was really tired when I wrote this. :)?

Alas, it was one of the more rare occasions whereupon I chanced to visit Hollywood Video in search of a bit of theatre to broaden the mind and expound upon the heavenly essence of the actors craft.. Disappointed was I to say the least when it was that few of the proffered titles did tantalize my dramatic palate. About to turn and leave in sadness I found myself when suddenly my eyes did alight upon one single lone box, masquerading on the shelf as if it were hiding amongst the lesser movies. A movie with Steven Seagull upon its cover, standing there half in darkness with a scowl upon his worn visage. The title, Against the Dark stood out no more nor less than any of his previous offerings. It seems to always be the Gull standing the hero against some sort of cinematic foe who I assure you deserves the taste of his fist.

My hand atremble in anticipation reached out and picked up this movie, wary of the trap that could lie within I leapt back like a wild Springbok in the rut.... no, no trap door did open 'neath me to whisk me away to an untimely demise.. I was safe for the moment. So I read the back of the box and to my utter disbelief this was a vampire movie. Oh Twilight now doest thou truly have competition from the master himself. Steven Seagull will triumph yet again against a foe but this time the nefarious villains are vampires.

Set in the near future after an apocalyptic outbreak of the deadly yet for some reason unnamed vampire virus groups of men and women have banded together for safety, for comfort, for survival. One set of groups stand out, called the hunters!!! A group of sword wielding martial artists headed up by none other than the Gullman himself. I should mention that my peen was flying at 3/4 staff by the time I'd read this far and I knew that this treasure of a movie would be mine for the night. My plastic enrobed shiny little lover, you would fill up the nether regions of my dvd player and spout out such fantastic delights. I may have squealed just a bit like a small girl but that cannot be verified. Needless to say, my excitement was palpable.

To home I did race, not pausing to question why only one copy of this movie was there. It is not my mien to fathom the mismanagement of Hollywood Video, only to benefit from this grave oversight and thank the pagan diety of your choice that no one else had rented it. Alas, to home with much haste. Smile

Barely able to contain my own water I did shakily insert the disc. The machine closed and on the screen were my utter bane. Anti piracy warnings and previews almost as long as the movie itself. Bleh, a pox upon all of you who insist that I watch this offal. May your 72 virgins in paradise all be sheep whos cursed ugliness and demeanor is surpassed only by the next.

Finally, the movie. Am I ready??? Snacks, check... Hamsters, check... Tea, check... Hankie for tearful scenes, of course. The movie begins!! *squirts down own leg* Okay.. it's a narrative with a disembodied girls voice setting the stage for this master work of theatre. Virus, plague, people die, people eat each other, mankind struggles for survival.. Ok, we're set for the killing to begin! The movie takes place in a hospital that for some reason is the most massive building on the planet. Somehow, mysteriously our heroes are on the top floor of this place and the only way out is through a red security door on the ground level but one must make it there before the generators fail.... *gasps for air*... The vampires seem to be more like zombies who are stupid hillbilly wannabees who have filed all of their teeth into ragged stumps. The group runs into another group and they team up, then they make their way to an abandoned cafeteria where they feast upon old cocoa puffs and canned beans in the manner of a Viking feasthall. The women, sadly are not ravished at this time. Making their way through the hospital looking for "drugs" (type unspecified) they are accosted from above, below, through walls and in the one bastion of safety... the bathroom stall whilst poo'ing. Their numbers slowly being whittled down by this seemingly unending supply of vamzombies they eventually meet the hero, Steven Seagull himself and his team of black leather clad, sword toting hunters who got in on the ground floor but now have to for some unexplained reason (plot hole?) they now must also go down to get out with the others who somehow mysteriously had appeared on the top floor with no recollection of the way out (massive plot hole but hey, zombies... )

Steven Seagull wields his sword and shotgun with the dexterity and stamina of a wounded hippo, afflicted by the mange, scurvy, croup, botox and bad gas. With the close ups it seems that only his stubby arms move up and down in marionette fashion about his expanded torso, his scowl going from one of bad humour to one of tasting fish guts. Sweat appears on him in abundance in one swipe of the sword only to be fresh the next. Gutsy three word key phrases drop from his lips like honeyed bits of dried camel dung. The death of companions and those he is saving seem to affect him less than a small breeze would the most steadfast of giant redwood trees. Down through many levels of hospital and also down through the swamps of bad acting and tired taglines go the heroes. Oh no, the girl got bit, the hot one... do we now see tits.. sadly no. Even though tits would temporarily suspend the horror that this movie is we see none but in a scene where ghoulish zombires are feasting upon some random girl victim.

More die, hearts are broken in hastily discarded moments of this film, tears are shed and still the windmill like whirlwind that is the Gull keeps mowing down the undead. But wait, a twist to this plot for the military is ordering an airstrike and Oh Noes, the Gullmans radio was broken in a battle with the undead and he doesn't know that at dawn the whole area will be bombed. What shall our heroes do? Will they live? Will they ever eat another stale cocoa puff?

Finally the red door is reached and through it..... *drum roll* An concrete room underground with no way out and another zombire in a closet that leaps out and very nearly bites one of the men before being flung against a wall to its demise. *sigh* Damn them for getting my hopes of a speedy rescue dashed... The hamsters are in their cage, peering through the bars and quite possibly wondering WTF. I give them seeds and they squeak in glee then run on their little wheels.

Where was I?? Oh yeah. The door that leads nowhere. So back they go and to the underground parking garage that we know all hospitals of city size have. YESSSS, there is power enough to open the door and the sun is shining through, the airplanes are on their way for the bombing run and a horde of zombires is rushing through the parking area after our heroes. They hit the door close button and run for their very lives. Zombires are all trapped in the hospital as the door grinds shut. They look disappointed.

The bombing run hits and the entire sky is smoke and fire and crumbly bits of building flying everywhere. Walls are staved in and random items flung about. Everything is killed except for The Gull, his lone surviving hunter and three of the survivors, one of which is a young girl who I believe was to pull against our hearts with her sweet innocence through the movie.

The generals pat each other, the zombire horde is destroyed and humanity is saved once again somehow by a very stout and limber as a plank of oak Steven Seagull.

The world is safe, you may all now rest easy. Smile

Wow, I was just peeking through some of the profiles and it's stunning how many there are with a single, really hot photo and maybe two lines of text in the profile. Don't get me wrong here, I'm not saying that they are fake profiles.. just that I happen to know a few people who make their living spamming and pimping advertising on the net and those profiles seem suspiciously similar to these.

So, from now on I'll not answer to or message anyone who does not have a fleshed out profile and at least a few journal entries.

Ok, when I said I wanna do you doggy... I meant with you on your knees and elbows and me behind you...? I was unaware that this meant anything else on this site.

Thank you for your participation, your mileage may vary.

I wonder what would happen if I sent out a bunch of one line messages to people that said something along the lines of "u r hawt" or copies of the worst pick up lines ever used in bars.

Honey, you're finer than two buckets of chicken and a six pack of cool beer.

I'd drag my balls through two parking lots full of broken glass just to ask you for your name.

Ok, everyone reading my profile should message me and tell me what the worst pick up line was that has ever been used on them.?

Well, I have pretty much gotten my strength back but with not having been able to train for so long my lower back slipped a bit so I have to strengthen up all of the supporting muscles. Damned weightlifting accidents!!? So I need to drop another 20 pounds and really tighten up my abs. Sooo, situps and crunches and all that kind of stuff in my future.

I'm once again attempting to sprout some pomegranate seeds which I hope will go well. I'd like to have around 3 trees growing around the house. I also want to order some olive trees which should do well here as they like a mediterranean climate. I'm just on the cusp of zone 8 to 9, they like it a touch warmer but our winters usually don't go below 20 degrees so it should be ok. Homemade olive oil would be awesome!!!? I wonder if I can graft different types of olive onto the same tree like they do with those citrus trees that grow limes, lemons, oranges and grapefruit all on the same tree... Things to ponder.

My cocoa tree has grown enough that it needs a bigger pot to live in and I have it outside in a niche where it only gets direct sunlight in the afternoon/evening. It's a happy lil tree and in the next 2 to 3 years should start producing cocoa pods and then I will be very happy too.

In other news a stray cat seems to have adopted my yard. It's got a good disposition but it's awfully skinny so I may start leaving out some cat food for it. I just don't want every stray cat in town in my yard. It would be helpful if the cat somehow sensed that it should drive off the birds that like to eat my figs and peaches and apricots.

I've also been digging out a flowerbed that I want to plant melons in and I've discovered this seemingly phantom root that just keeps going and going till it disappears under my house. It's a tree root and alive but no trees anywhere close to it. It's driving me nuts.

I did manage to get a pineapple top to put out some small roots so I planted it in front of the house. I hope it grows even though it would have to be dug up and kept inside through the winter. I'm getting good at building plant grow lights so I should be able to keep one alive till spring.

Wow,

???? I had more friends than I thought. My friend I didn't know I had who is from Ghana works in some sort of box repository. It turns out that he needs my help to discretely turn over ownership of some "boxes" and he and I will split whatever's in em 50/50. All I have to do is contact this guy and probably give him all of my most secret personal info and bank account numbers.

???? It's like winning the lottery!

Ok, two days after my previous journal entry something really bad happened. I managed to blow out some blood vessels internally and almost bled to death. I spent some time in the hospital being subjected to all sorts of tortures. A couple of surgeries later, some brand new artificial parts and I'm now home trying to recover. I can't lift weights for some time and can never drink anything with alcohol in it again. I've already lost over twenty pounds and haven't worked in just over three weeks. On the good side there is an adorable lil subbie from here that's been reminding me to take it easy and behave. :)? Sez the subbie who likes to jump out of perfectly good airplanes.?

Ok, I don't know if you are aware of this but in addition to the plethora of fake dominants (not dominate, seriously check your spelling) there are scads of completely fake submissives.

A fast clue that the person you are talking to is a fake is the photo. If it looks like a modeling photo odds are good that the person is fake. Unless it is my photo which is really me. If the profile sounds too good to be true, guess what??? It is really too good to be true.

Also, once again... I was joking about winning the lottery so if you are contacting me thinking that I am wealthy then you will be disappointed. I do happen to have a lottery ticket so sudden, incredible wealth is potentially viable. Getting hit by lightning is also a possibility. The female orgasm is still a myth.

Now, with that all said if you are real, submissive and a cute lil petite tomboy who is a bit butch on the outside but a beautiful little subbie on the inside then definitely contact me. :)? You are the person who I want to talk to.

Ok, so it turns out that I am allergic to wheat gluten. The upside is that now I know what I have to get out of my diet. Anything with wheat, barley or rye. I was feeling better as I quit just a few days ago. I had a pretty bad reaction to a pad thai dish with rice noodles, turns out that paprika may have wheat gluten in it and mine did. So I was coughing and wheezing and felt like ass but I lived. Then today I got a nip of something with gluten in it and OMFG!!!! Within minutes I'm coughing and having something like an asthma reaction. Now I have a fever and chills and can barely stay awake and a runny nose and the runs. The literature said that once you go off of the stuff when you get hit with some the reaction would be stronger but this is just a few days!!? So I'm stuck at home feeling terrible and watching The Dresden Files on dvd.

One would think that doms suffer stoically when feeling bad, take it in stride and all that but it's a LIE!!? We are the biggest babies when sick. When you feel bad it means you are not in control of your own body and we absolutely hate letting some bug or allergy take us down.

*take notes girls*

If I had a subbie I would have sent her to the store for juice and strawberries then we would watch movies and maybe she could pet me once in a while because that would make me feel better. I'd promise to reward her with a scene of her choosing and that I'd make it a fun present. :)?

Rubbing my belly is always a nifty bonus, makes me purr and go all dreamy..? It's not often that I feel bad and end up giving away dom secrets so if you see this consider yourself lucky.

Lastly, wheat is the devil! I can't even have a beer once in a while. I'm supposed to cut out dairy products too so gelato or soy ice cream from now on.

I once made a luscious red wine sorbetto, it was amazingly good. I'm gonna have to adopt a crazily healthy diet since most processed food has gluten in it somewhere. Especially sauces. It's a good thing that I'm a good cook.

Sooo, being superdom and it being so close to Christmas I had made plans to go to the local bdsm groups munch and play party down in El Paso. :)?

There's a whole secret santa gift exchange with a fifteen dollar price limit and the Mistress hosting the event also supplied a list of acceptable stores to shop at. The imagination is the important part and the gift had to be bdsm'ey in nature or at least usable as a bdsm thing.

I was chatting with a lil subbie about gifts and the suggestion of a dvd copy of "Secretary" came up. I loved that movie and at least one of the group has to have not seen it so off to Best Buy I go and get a copy. Now the Best Buy here is close to the Pets Mart and I wanted to see if my cat would like catnip. I go into the store and for some crazy reason I end up all the way over in the leashes and collars. I found a nice Harley Davidson collar with little metal logos and spikes and also a four foot leather leash. The collar was fifteen and the leash was 31 but I know that some lil subbie would just adore it so I got them....and some live catnip.

Ok, so I'm all set up so I go catch the game at a buddies house until it is time to go. I drive all the way down to El Paso, about 45 miles and it's really crowded downtown so it takes me forever to find a parking spot. I'm all proud of myself for getting neat gifts and I'm even a little bit early so it's all fine.

I make it to the club and the door is locked and no one is there????? WTF???? I'm not that early after all. So out comes my trusty cell phone and I give her home a ring. She answers and I ask where everyone is, that I'm at the club but no one is there yet. She starts laughing as if someone just told her the funniest joke in the world so in true domly fashion I'm a bit miffed and ask what's so funny.

It just so happens that the munch is NEXT SATURDAY!!!!!? GRRRRR!!!? Dammit. :(

I end up going over to her house and visiting, dropped the gifts off since I won't be able to make it the next week due to work. So I learn that the list of stores to shop at wasn't a suggestion, everyone was supposed to limit themselves to only those stores and I totally blew the price limit. She did offer to tie me up and spank me to which I had to decline.

So that was my munch story from last week. Superdom strikes again. I'm not sure why but most of my bdsm adventures end up being totally fucked up in some way no matter how awesomely cool I'm trying to look.

At least this isn't as bad as the time I hit myself in the ass with the 25 foot bullwhip.

Allright, this is getting pretty darn rediculous with the emails.

I keep pretty busy and it takes me a little while to respond to some of the flood of emails I have been receiving. Honestly, I get like 1's of emails a week or so and I'm getting finger cramps from all of the replying.
In order to take some of the load off of myself I have ordered my cat to evolve some opposable thumbs so that she can filter through my messages and make replies.

If you get a message from me that mentions going nuts at the opening of a can of tuna or complaining about litter box etiquette or chasing pixies through the living room then it's definitely the cat replying. She's sweet but ornery.

She is working hard on those lil kitty thumbs so it won't be long, unlike the time I tried to train her to use the toilet. That was a stressful week and she still hides at the sound of running water.

Anyway, this ludicrous flood of 1's or 2's of emails per week has to stop ladies. I'm only human. I'M NOT A MACHINE!!!

Ok, I'll admit to being a love machine.? Love machine not in the mechanical, repetitive kind of way but more like if Barry White's voice had an unholy lovechild with a Sybian and a Belgian master chocolatier.? If that were a machine built for love than that is the one I would be. A chocolatey, vibrating sexy voiced love machine. With Antonio Banderas' Zorro accent but sexier because I'm well vibrated chocolate.

Oh yeah.? :)

Also, house music.? If you get it then you get it. If you don't know what it is then keep walking, just go away.?

Just to set aside the confusion.. Yes I do have a sense of humor and I absolutely love life. I laugh and I enjoy having the people around me just? as happy as I am.

This doesn't change the fact that at the same time I am very capable of some very sadistic, dirty, evil deeds. I honor the safeword but up until you use it your ass belongs to me! I get turned on by tears, by pleading and it makes me want to push you a little more. To be in control may be a responsibility but at the same time making you mine tastes wonderful to me. I will break you, if we have fun as I break you and make you mine then we can go dancing and I will kiss you like there is no tomorrow. :)

So take a chance and get to know me. Any asshole can tie you down but it's my goal to have you submit to me deep in your soul.

I was just enjoying my day today. The blissful aftermath of the Thanksgiving holiday and it occurred to me that dammit!!! I'm really fucking awesome. In fact, as I was just now basking in my own warm glow of awesomeness I thought that perhaps I should share some of this with all of you.

So, for all of you girls that strike my personal girl kryptonite weakness... you petite, pixie haircut tomboy girls who like to pick on me right back... This is for you..

I might be a dom, I might even stumble and drool a bit when I see you during my day..? It might even be correct to say that if you in any way resemble a young Joan Jett I'd dance the night away with you but no matter how much you disarm me with you being so cool and fun, I reserve the right to pull your hair, nibble you and spank your naughty lil bottom!!!!

I promise that there will be nice cuddles after. :)?

I love to cook, am a big fan of it. So mostly it's something quick for lunch at work and nothing special but since I live here in the land of the world famous Hatch green chile's I decided to make green chile stew.

Yes, chile is the right spelling.

Anyway, I like to innovate and when the whim hits me I screw up the recipe. Most of the time when I do this it ends badly but today was not that day. :)? I added a block of that golden curry stuff and some spicy Italian sausage as well as the beef and pork. Two pounds of hot, fire roasted green chile and since I'm watching the carbs I used diced turnips instead of potato.

It's not all done yet but I did taste it in order to see if I need to adjust the seasonings. This is how it went.

I got some of the stew on my wooden spoon and blew on it to cool it enough to taste. The aroma was wonderous, color and texture pleasing to the eye but when I touched it to my lips something magical happened. I heard trumpets blowing from on high and a halo of golden light burst into existance around my head. I looked up and could see through the walls of my house and into the very stuff that makes up reality. The thunder of horses hooves reverberated in my kitchen as Nordic warrior women flew past in gilt chariots.? It was as if an amazing new drug had just hit my brain, I got a little dizzy and my whole body relaxed. It was almost like the relaxation one goes through after a very nice orgasm.

I have actually managed to surprise myself with this version of green chile stew and I've made enough of it to last for a few days. Possibly to share with friends too.

This morning has brought to me the knowledge that I am in the midst of a household emergency. I do not have all of the ingredients required to make myself a delicious sandwich. I was trying to figure out why there was no selection of tasty deli tidbits to make a sandwich with and the cat was slinking away with quite the guilty look.

I suspect that the cat has somehow learned to open the fridge and has been nibbling on my groceries. I may have to hook up security cameras to gather evidence of her nefarious activities.

It looks like every time you add a photo to your profile that you have to go through the 72 hour wait period for it to be approved. So I guess it will be a little while before my pics are once again viewable.

Sorry for that, if I sent you a message and you want to see a pic just say hi and ask. I have some on the net and I can send you the links. :)?

Ok, so somewhere out there... there has to be subs that are not into heavy play all the time. A girlfriend with a kinky side who just also happens to be fun to be with, loves to laugh and enjoys getting out and being social.

*sigh*

It is beginning to become apparent that in spite of my best efforts my cat will not even attempt to learn to clean her own litterbox.

I refuse to believe that it's an inadequacy with my training methods as much as it is her lack of an opposable thumb.

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