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Life is tedious without a woman at my feet. I'm not here for an ego. I'm after a precious female (slave?) of my own, to consume and possess. One who is on this earth to serve. Because every self-indulgence requires justification. For every action there's an equal and opposite reaction. We serve to justify what serves us. I serve the goddess of love, I serve my species, I will serve my mate, and someday I will serve my children... and so forth, to justify the privilege of my existence. There is no way I would tolerate a woman who was self-indulgent without a servant's heart. But where is that woman? Have you seen this woman?
This world doesn't need another "happy" me or "happy" you.
The world needs great and unquestionable love.
That is something to get out of bed for.
That is something you don't see every day.
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I am not always intense, but merely sitting idle I frighten the typical girl.
That's fine. I'm not here for her.
The typical girl is destined to be nothing but self-indulgent and useless.
I starve for that worthy female, her flesh, her scent, her tears.
I thirst for her clean, warm blood.
I long to be accepted, embraced, and relieved by her.
I am not to be pitied for waiting for her.
And I am not to be feared.
I am to be trusted, informed, and joined in collaboration.
I am heavy, beastly. I am clean, healthy, civilized. I am a fixer of things by talent and by trade. Oh, the puzzles I've seen.
What I seek is heavy, dirty, healthy, chemical-free, and beautiful from the inside out. A canvas for the irrational. A model of fractal geometry. A scientist of being alive.
If you don't understand, don't worry, just submit.
I can't do anything with someone who says "No."
Music may be the silence between the notes, but only if the notes ring true. A woman must be honest. Whatever level she is on, I will meet her, there is no righteousness in failing me. She cannot lie, she cannot deny, she cannot disappear. She must be within my grasp. Always. She must seek the truth in her emotions and desires, and position me to fulfill her missing pieces.
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I have experience and knowledge of woman's mind and body. I have no experience in role playing or restraints or fetishes. I am not here for play. As a solitary man my ways are naturally and necessarily dominant. I do not seek dominance, but ways to serve. Man is often resistant to his own best interests, and so, to save us all, he must be governed. He must be pushed. He must be led. And so I do.
If you are mine, a lot is demanded from you. Nothing you can't handle. But a lot. You are not me and you are not responsible for me--nevertheless you must be loyal to me in every single thing. That is not negotiable.
However, I will not spend the rest of my life micro-managing a woman's soul, cutting her off from nature, or barking orders. Sometimes I do this; it is rare. I'm not looking for a flimsy pancake to slap on the grill. I seek to be symbiotic with my submissive heartbeat... intuitive, and synchronized. We bring the secrets of our gender's industry and metaphysics. I am a friend and father, pursuing the highest standards of health and beauty and peace... I would set her free, let her become filthy, even broken, and carry her home, purify her, and restore her stronger than ever. Ours is a life full of deep pain, and deep pleasure. Joy and sorrow--the two are inseparable. My woman will have unprecedented access to know herself, her mind, her basest instincts, and her deepest desires. But above all, I am after the one who will stay under me forever. Because I have a servant's heart, and without love, what am I? We can fail in every way, a thousand times a day, but she must never leave my side.
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What is left of me after all these years, in the cold, dark dungeons of the mind? Without a woman, there is no light of day. She is the key to me. Do you not see that a woman must submit before a man can put her mind at ease? Choose wisely, woman. But do not fail to choose.
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A note on Submission. As I define it, it is a woman's only natural power. Not content with merely gathering berries, taking what is given, a woman always wants and needs something more; that is what separates her from the apes. Her SOUL is as hungry as her belly. She knows that good men provide. She seeks to deserve. Real submissiveness from anyone today is not common (it is almost always a trap, or a bedroom fantasy, an article of clothing, or someone's paradigm of vile rants against weak and pathetic women, and the "jerks" who "exploited" them). But for the exceptional, brave and beautiful, enchanted and timeless women who know real romantic love, they alone know what it means to be genuinely adored and spiritually justified by loving a real man down to the bone. They know they are not naturally worthy nor capable of controlling a man's focused aggression. But they can endure it and more, and earn the fruits of faithful devotion from her healthy, deeply-inspired Man.
Man remains a thing to be feared.
Giving up control is not normal.
Most women refuse to let go of their useless ego until they are old, used up, and alone.
And then it's too late, and they know they blew it. But they don't tell you their shame.
This kind of trust is no one-night stand.
And you only get so many chances to have it.
If this was written for you, and you know it...
Then reach out to the author.
Share yourself.
Show yourself.
Submission isn't commitment. Commitment is commitment. We're just talking.
Welcome to my world, sweet ones.
My god, you must love to read.
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