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I am not looking for an online relationship. We can chate-mail a few times then I will want to meet you in person. If you are too shy to meet a real woman for real time play, then you need to move on. Also, I am not looking for a long distance relationship, so only the Seattle area please. I am looking for something that could possibly lead to an LTR. So, if you are already in a relationship and just looking for something on the side,I am not interested. I have a professional job and can support myself but I cannot support you, so please be financially secure and between the ages of 40 and 53. A few years either way is ok, but please be honest about your age. I know that you have been a bad boy and deserve to be punished. I will give you what you deserve. Hard limits are those that involve children, scat, blood, needles, animals or anything that may require me to dial 911. Non-smokers only please. Im a seeking an attractive, white, Latin or Jewish, clean shaven (face), no large tattoos or piercings (one or two small tats are ok, pierced ears are ok), prefer bigger guys (short chubby is ok), DD free man.I dont have kids because I dont want to be someones mommy. If I wanted to date my fathers friends, I would. So, if you are young enough to be my son or old enough to be my father, I am not interested.
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I am going to On the Market at the CSPC tonight (5/1/2015). Anybody interested in going too?
http://thecspc.org/calendar
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I am considering going to On the Market at the CSPC on Friday night. I would be interested to hear from you if you have been to it before. Or if you haven't been and would like to try it out, let me know. |
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Sometimes I think that she doesn't appreciate me. This is what was?going through?my mind last night as I stood in the kitchen washing the dishes from dinner. Gazing out of the window,?I pondered all the time and effort I put into making her a wonderful meal. She hardly said a word to me as she ate, then when she was finished she stood up and said "That was good, thanks". She walked into the other room leaving her dishes for me to clear and wash. What is it about her that makes me want to please her so badly? She is the only Mistress that I have ever been with. Don't get me wrong, I have been with other women, but?none compare to her.??She knows the real me, not some public facade. She channels my deepest desires and uses them for her own pleasure. The other women I have dated would be disgusted by the things she makes me do. When she is making me do these things, I feel awake and alive with a passion that I have never felt with anyone else. My life went from gloomy black and white to vibrant color the minute I met her. But lately it seems that?I just can't make her happy anymore. I just want to please her. At that?moment, she walked into the room and stood behind me. I didn't turn around, I just kept washing dishes. I could see her upper body in the glare from the window, she wasn't wearing a top. Her breasts looked luscious, but I wasn't about to acknowledge her, just kept washing. She is a few inches shorter than me, so to get my attention she got up on a step-stool and started kissing the back of my neck. She ran her hands across my stomach and up my chest. I could feel her hard nipples on my back as she pressed up against me. Then I felt something else. Could she be wearing a strap-on? She had never used one with me before. She has anally penetrated me in the past but with her fingers and small dildos. My heart was racing. I had to get a look at this thing. I quickly turned around and started kissing her. It was hard to?get a good look at?it?with her right up against me. After a few minutes she stepped back, grabbed a bottle of lube and began lubing this giant thing up. My first thought was that it?is too big and won't fit. Then I thought about whether or not I really trusted her. Do I trust her? She has never done anything for me not to trust her.........yet. What do I do now, do I tell her that it is too big and I am scared? It was as if she could read my mind when she looked up from greasing that monster up and said "You'll be fine!" I felt sick. Does she know what she is doing? She had me turn around to face the sink. She placed my hands on the sides of the sink, my knuckles?turned white as?I held on for my life. She told me to spread my legs, so I did. She got up on the step-stoll behind me. I thought that she would work me?up to?this for awhile, nope, not her, she likes to move things along rapidly.?I felt the tip outside, then inside, then whole thing was sliding into me. It fit. It fit perfectly, as if she had it made just for me. How could I have doubted her? I do?trust her,?I trust her completely. I felt full. She began to slowly grind. I moaned. It felt incredible. She said "You like that?my?slutty little whore?". "Yes" I said "I am your whore". I could barely eek out the words. Then I said "Mistress, please fuck me harder". To my surprise, she did. My whole body tingled with sensation. My knees were like jello,?I was holding onto the sink so tightly that my fingers went numb.?Then she stopped, and said "You ride it, bitch!" She stood still while I rode that thing so hard. I am a bitch, I am her bitch. I have never been so turned on. I was rock hard. She reached around and grabbed my cock. She just stroked it?a few times and I came so hard into her hand. There was so much cum in her hand. She moved her hand in?front of my face and said?"You made the mess, you clean it up". I licked her hand clean. There was?cum on my face?and dripping out of my mouth, I could see it in the window. I felt humiliated?yet excited. She then said sternly "Turn around, you are not finished". I turned around. She removed the strap-on and let it fall to the floor. Then she got up on the counter and spread her legs. She took my hand and slid two of my fingers inside her hot wet pussy, she was so wet. I felt weak, I dropped to my knees. She removed my hand and pulled my head toward her. She said "You know what to do". I did. I licked her. I could feel that her clit was swollen, I don't remember it ever getting that big. She moaned as I went faster, then she let out this primal yell as she violently came into my mouth. I collapsed on the floor as she jumped off the counter and went?into the bedroom. ?I?closed?my eyes. I awoke up sometime later. Was this a dream? It couldn't be as I could still taste the two of?us in my mouth and my ass was wicked sore, but in a way it felt really good.?I walked into the bathroom, washed my face and brushed my teeth. She was in bed sleeping. I got down on all fours and?crawled toward the bed. I picked up her hand and began kissing it. She woke up and asked what I was doing.?I said that I was thanking her for letting me be hers. She told me to get into bed. As I drifted off? to sleep, I thought about how much I trusted her and how lucky I was to belong to her. |
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I don't know what you came here for...
But now I want you down on the floor
Hands and knees
And I did not say "please"...
I bet that you can't wait to find out what I do to you next.......... |
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I'm seeking a man who has had fantasies of being tied up, spanked, blindfolded, or something similar, and maybe is confused as to what it is that is drawing him to these fantasies. He thinks about being restrained or bound and sometimes used sexually in his quiet, alone times. Perhaps he thinks of these things while he is at work, sitting at his desk, making himself hard in a way no other thoughts have. He constantly is reminded of these thoughts and how they arouse him, but he fears rejection from others if he were to ever mention them, even in passing, to his friends or family. He feels alone except when these thoughts fill his mind.
The man I am seeking gets hard frequently, thinking of being bent over a desk, his wrists bound behind his back, a faceless dominant female alternates spanking his bare butt and sliding her fingers in and out of his tight ass. He imagines this same lover tying his wrists and legs wide on her four post bed, a blindfold obstructing his vision; his thoughts stray to that of being used as a sexual toy for this woman as she fucks him over and over again with various toys he cannot see. His quiet moaning in these fantasies fill the room as his faceless lover uses his body for her own pleasure over and over again for an hour, two hours, three hours, or more - whatever amount of time it takes for her to finish with him. He fantasizes of being ravished, of being used, of being owned like never before. He knows that he is just there for her pleasure.
Sometimes the location he is in when having these thoughts doesn't even matter - he feels that he should masturbate in his car, or while in the shower, or in his living room - anywhere he happens to have these fantasies. The intense hardness between his legs always wins in these situations. He feels sexually energized by the thoughts while he strokes himself until he cums with an intensity no other thoughts can even approach, yet he immediately feels ashamed and alone after this orgasm of his subsides.
His feelings of being different are only overshadowed by his belief that he is somehow flawed for having these thoughts to begin with. He seeks acceptance and he seeks the company of someone else who has these thoughts, as well - someone who will help him see that he is not the deviant he believes he is. Someone who will guide him through a safe, sane, consensual fantasy fulfillment and who will not judge him. He seeks that dominant female that, until now, only exists in his fantasies. He seeks that woman who will give him the disciplines he feels he deserves - the discipline he craves - the discipline that keeps him touching himself in the lonely darkness of his bedroom.
Is this You? |
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| Age: 28 |
| New York,
New York |
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