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mastergeorgejr
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johnothan
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I am a far from ordinary girl with an extremely high spirited nature and a deep passion for life.
MEDIOCRITY DOES NOT INTEREST ME
BE WARNED: impish brat inside (in the nicest possible way of course) with a wicked sense of humour. If you can't laugh at things like blood gel caps during a face slapping scene or a fake wig during a hair pulling scene I am most likely NOT the girl for you 
Hmmmm what do I seek? Hell I thought I knew. I seek someone who wants the epitome of the perfect wife in the home and the perfect slut in the bedroom (or whichever other room He should see fit).
I am not looking to or for a switch and do not seek to Domme anyone. Please don't contact me if You are seeking either of these scenarios! I am also not interested in having affairs with married men so if all you seek is discreet fun again please refrain from contacting me! The future Master of me will know securely His role as Dominant. I do not look at this lifestyle as purely fun I look at it as my way of life so while I will carefully consider well selected play partners it is not ideally what I seek long term.
Although it is not a necessary component and many will disagree I am quite frankly far happier when my BDSM and sex are entwined so play partners will be carefully selected based on compatibilty on several levels for me including skill, experience and chemistry. I enjoy many forms of edge play so those familiar and well experienced in various aspects in this field are far more likely to be considered.
I believe that one should strive to offer service that is exemplary to ones Master in all areas. That one should gain great satisfaction from doing this in a pleasing manner for ones Master purely because it pleases Him to do so which in return brings great pleasure to oneself and honours the commitment to each other and the relationship as a whole.
I am not a stepford sub. I will not dishonour You by bowing down to You or call You Sir just because You believe I should. If I kneel before You it will be because You have impressed upon me incredibly so. If I kneel before You it will be because You are truly worthy of having gained my trust, my respect, my desire, my lust, my passion and my heart.
I seek the One who will make me feel content, satisfied and fulfilled. He will not wish me to hide any part of myself nor does He wish me to pretend to be less than I am in any way. He does not wish me to be less passionate, less kinky, less deviant, less joyful. He will love me for all that I am and all I encompass.
He will seek to understand me by listening, watching, feeling me. He will want to know and understand me on a level that no one has reached before. He will pay attention and He will care and remember the small things that may seem insignificant to another. He will do this because He cherishes the reward of my total devotion to Him.
I get on my knees before Him to stop from running from His power and offer my hands in the air to show Him I will not run from Him. That instead I have run to Him. I will know then that I am home in His heart and mine. As I offer my neck to Him He will know He possesses a spectacular creature in me.
My Ideal Person:
Currently seeking friends only . . .
I am waiting for my Knight in shining armour to ride in on His white horse. I am a little tired of the one's who can't ride in to play my hero because His horse is at the vets getting it's mane and tail plaited. I am beginning to think You do not exist. . .PROVE ME WRONG!
He must be passionate, strong spirited, adaptable, caring, capable, strong minded, patient (EXTREMELY PATIENT), adventurous, intelligent, honest with this girl and Himself, a free thinker, adoring and adorable with a thirst for life that equals or surpasses mine. . . oh and ummmm no tan lines  Above all He must be prepared to accept willingly and lovingly this girl in all of her beauty.
THIS IS WHAT I HAVE TO KNOW.
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream o's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have been shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you're telling is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday, and if you can source your life from God's presence. I want to know if you can live with the failure, yours or mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
"Come to the edge" he said. "No, we will fall". "Come to the edge" he said. "No, we will fall. "Come to the edge" he said. So they came to the edge and he pushed them and they flew.
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This is just for you yamr6 you fucktard!!!!
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butterfIy on 1/13/12 at 2:10 AM: |
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That speaks volumes of exactly what sort of complete fuckwit you are!!! i pity anyone foolish enough to believe you have Dominant qualities. People like you give bad press to those who actually have courtesy and manners regardless of distance fuckwad!
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yamr6 on 1/12/12 at 9:34 PM: |
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Oooo did i hit a nerve i was being funny what do you expect on Cm as for the respect thing well we are a zillion miles apart and Im unlikely. To give a fuck have fun as i will touchy |
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butterfIy on 1/12/12 at 9:05 PM: |
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In fact why do you have to be so rude as to belittle me and the way i have written my profile? It shows a total lack of class. i didn't invite You to read it nor do i care if someone chooses to not read it it is their choice but i do think it is rather rude of someone who purports to be a Dominant who is prepared to be uninvitingly rude. Dominants should at least show some modicum of manners.
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butterfIy on 1/12/12 at 8:58 PM: |
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Then don't read it it's that simple.
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yamr6 on 1/12/12 at 8:54 PM: |
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Cooo. Dont you witter on in your profile i got sleepy reading it |
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butterfIy on 1/9/12 at 11:59 PM: |
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LOL it had the same effect on me when i read it. Tears were streaming down my face. Yes of course You may use it. Laughter is good for the soul.
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yamr6 on 1/9/12 at 11:39 PM: |
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Fuck that tazer story had me howling with laughter can i use it |
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This is soooo funny i have to share it . . .
Dear Carl,
Last weekend I was at Larry's Pistol & Pawn looking for a little something special for my wife, Renee. I came across a 100,000-volt pocket taser. Its disabling effect on an assailant was described as short-lived, with no long-term consequences, but would allow my wife--who would never consider a gun--adequate time to retreat to safety.
WAY TOO COOL!!
Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed, but then I read (yes, I read the instructions) that if I pressed the taser against a metal surface and pushed the button at the same time, I'd see a blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs, to verify that it was working.
Awesome!!!
I have yet to explain to Renee that new burn spot on the face of her microwave.
There I was, home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right? I sat there in my recliner, reading the directions, my cat Gracie looking on intently. Trusting little soul. I got to thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood moving target. I admit I thought about zapping Gracie for a fraction of a second. She is such a sweet cat, but if I was going to give this device to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?
So there I sat in shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and taser in another. The directions said a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant, a two-second burst would cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control, and a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. A burst longer than three seconds would be a waste of batteries.
I'm sitting there alone, with Gracie looking on, her head cocked to one side as if to say, 'Don't do it.' But I was reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one-second burst, just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and...
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!
Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up from my recliner, and body slammed us both onto the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, tingling legs, nipples on fire, and testicles nowhere to be found.
SON-OF-A... That Hurt Like HELL!
If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a taser, you should know that there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that taser until it is dislodged from your hand by your involuntary violent thrashing about on the floor.
A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was relative at that point) I collected what wits I had left, sat up, and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there? My triceps, right thigh, and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it was shot up with Novocaine. My bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. And I'm still looking for my testicles!!
I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return.
Still in shock,
Jacob
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MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!! |
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Am i a submissive or slave i am often asked?
I have been asked many a time how I define myself . . . submissive or slave? I usually describe myself as submissive for one reason.
I believe that I am capable of being an exemplarary submissive to any Dom however I do not neccessarily agree that I could be an exemplarary slave to any Master so I at times anticipate that describing myself as slave could be a false hood. I also believe that the place of slave with a Master has to be grown into over time as the relationship develops and trust grows.
Personally I wince at anyone that tells me they have just entered a M/s relationship with someone they have just met or within a relationship that has just been established. But this reaction is purely based on my personal definition of what a M/s relationship is for ME.
For me the ideal is getting to know someone on a person to person basis often based on vanilla ( yes I said the ghastly v word ) format with the physical and psychological aspects of BDSM being introduced over time as the relationship develops. The relationship would grow geared towards an M/s one testing the waters but still within the confines of a D/s relationship as trust continues to build. Then as the relationship grows if it is growing in a forward direction to satisfaction to both parties it can be developed solely towards an M/s relationship.
Do I wish to be in an M/s relationship? Oh god yes! Eventually I seek a 24/7 TPE LTR. Will I rush into one because a Dom wants to walk straight into an M/s relationship rather than develop this from a D/s relationship? Fuck no!
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North Island road trip YAY  |
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If you look deep within
With the heart that sees
You’ll break through her disguise
She’s so easy to please
Her cavernous soul
Desires they tease
Overtaking her mind
They spread like disease
You release her her pain
With Your mind You appease
You overcome her her sorrow
So freedom she can seize |
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Only He around to witness her cry
Body writhes against binds that tie
Her fears of past no longer take their toll
Struggle tormenting the searching soul
Drenched in desire she aches to explore
Shrouded in pleasure her whimpers implore
Consumed by longing she embraces delight
Consumed by hunger she no longer fights
He searches her eyes intense pits of passion
He purges her pain He has her submission |
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You took me with Your mind
To places I longed to be
You seduced me with Your heart
Wanting me to be free
You dredged my inner soul
You know You captured me
Body twisted and naked
Torturing me tenderly
Ripped out my darkest desires
You know You captivated me |
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MasterFoo FUCK OFF!
Geesus some ignorant people just don't get it do they! MasterFoo i have asked repeatedly for you not to persist in contacting me. i am not in the least bit interested in talking with you or having any contact with you. It's idiots like you with absolutely no respect for my boundaries that drove me away from here and similar sites last year and no sooner do i return than you start harassing me once again. i am not interested in debating why i don't want to talk with you nor am i interested in your pathetic pleas to talk with me.
NOW FOR THE FINAL TIME DO NOT EVER CONTACT ME AGAIN! |
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my father lost his battle with cancer Sunday afternoon 04/04/2010. Thank Y/you A/all for Y/your support during this time. i may not get back to Y/you as promptly as possible during this time. |
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Ok so today i get an email from a supposed wannabe Dom on here who in past i have refused to have contact with because he has been known to be a predator to women here so i nicely explain to him that i don't want him contacting me . . . not naming names but you know who you are MasterFoo . . . so then i block him after he refuses to heed my request not to contact me; so a few minutes later i get an email from another supposed wanabe Dom harrassing me because i won't contact his friend and am sending supposedly unwarranted abuse . . . God another dickhead . . . not naming names but you know who you are bobalotte . . . Why is it that some supposed wannabe Doms have to hold each others tissues for them? . . . not naming names but you know who you are MasterFoo and bobalotte . . . i mean i started my day not too well already then i get barraged by total idiots and am expected to remain civil to them after they breach my requests. Gosh people wonder why i stop frequenting here at times. W/we need like a blow in the bag idiot meter. Turn on the computer and blow in the bag and if you are an idiot then your computer won't allow you to connect? It certainly would make my day better! |
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i am currently taking some time out from my search so although i am quite happy to continue making friends and maintaining current friendships made so far please don't contact me if You are looking for more at this stage.
Thank You and Merry Christmas to A/all. |
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Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning, Satan shudders & says... "OH SHIT....SHE'S AWAKE!!'' |
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ONLY A PERSON WHO RISKS IS FREE
by Author Unknown
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach for another is to risk involvement.
To expose your ideas, your dreams,
before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To believe is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the
greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The people who risk nothing, do nothing,
have nothing, are nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they cannot learn, feel, change,
grow, love, live.
Chained by their attitudes they are slaves;
they have forfeited their freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.
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Disclaimer: No cats were hurt in the telling of this!
A sadist, a masochist, a murderer, a necrophile, a zoophile and a pyromaniac are all sitting on a bench in a mental institution, bored out of their minds. "How about having sex with a cat?" asked the zoophile. "Let's have sex with the cat and then torture it," says the sadist. "Let's have sex with the cat, torture it and then kill it," shouted the murderer. "Let's have sex with the cat, torture it, kill it and then have sex with it again," said the necrophile. "Let's have sex with the cat, torture it, kill it, have sex with it again and then burn it," said the pyromaniac. Silence took over... and then the masochist said: "Meow." |
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My Recent Trip To Wal-Mart.
Yesterday, I was at my local Wal-Mart buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my loyal pet, Biscuit, the Wonder Dog. I was in the checkout line when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog. What did she think I had, an elephant?
Since I'm retired and have little to do, on impulse, I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was starting the Purina Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn't, because I ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with
tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete, so it works well, and I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story.)
Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no, I had stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's ass, and we both got hit by a garbage truck.
I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard.
Wal-Mart won't let me shop there any more. |
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Ok so this is not BDSM related but it amused me highly . . . .
The Seven Dwarfs go to the Vatican, and because they are the Seven Dwarfs, they are immediately ushered in to see the Pope. Grumpy leads the pack. Grumpy, my son, says the Pope, 'What can I do for you?’
Grumpy asks, 'Excuse me your Excellency, but are there any dwarf nuns in Rome? The Pope wrinkles his brow at the odd question, thinks for a moment and answers, 'No, Grumpy, there are no dwarf nuns in Rome.’ In the background, a few of the dwarfs start giggling. Grumpy turns around and glares, silencing them.
Grumpy turns back, 'Your Worship, are there any dwarf nuns in all of Europe?’ The Pope, puzzled now, again thinks for a moment and then answers, No, Grumpy, there are no dwarf nuns in Europe.’ This time, all of the other dwarfs burst into laughter. Once again, Grumpy turns around and silences them with an angry glare.
Grumpy turns back and says, 'Mr. Pope! Are there ANY dwarf nuns anywhere in the world?' The Pope, really confused by the questions says, ‘No, my son, there are no dwarf nuns anywhere in the world.'
The 6 other dwarfs collapse into a heap, rolling and laughing, pounding the floor, tears rolling down their cheeks, as they begin chanting......
Grumpy screwed a penguin! Grumpy screwed a penguin!
Grumpy turns back and says, 'Mr. Pope! Are there ANY dwarf nuns anywhere in the world?' The Pope, really confused by the questions says, ‘No, my son, there are no dwarf nuns anywhere in the world.'
The 6 other dwarves collapse into a heap, rolling and laughing, pounding the floor, tears rolling down their cheeks, as they begin chanting......
Grumpy screwed a penguin! Grumpy screwed a penguin! |
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Commitment to ones Master . . .
I am willing. .
. .to receive what my Master givest me,
. .to lack what my Master witholds,
. .to relinquish what my Master takes,
. .to surrender what my Master claims,
. .to suffer what my Master ordains,
. .to learn what my Master teaches me,
. .to change what my Master alters,
. .to do what MY Master commands,
. .to be and do anything that my Master requests always! |
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Heading to Christchurch tonight and am looking forward to my week there :) |
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Sometimes this journey is disheartening when you think you have found your One then you are left with no evidence of their existence except for the brick wall you built around you that now stands a foot higher than it did before. |
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| Age: 23 |
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New York |
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