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"So," she said, once she finally had met him, "I feel this emptiness. It haunts me from the inside.I..I..feel empty and hollow." She pauses, eyes downcast. "I, I need something, you see," she stammered. "Perhaps... God... or something?" She looked around desperately for a brief moment and then up into his eyes. "I need something to believe in," She said softly. "Can you understand this, what I am trying to tell you?" She was almost pleading now. He turned away and looked out into the inevitable falling darkness. And then, turning back to face her, he placed his hand lightly upon her cheek. Almost a caress. He locked eyes with her. And then it seemed to her that he looked into her. He said, " If you need God, we will create him. Until then, there is me." ".
"There is a road which only Thou can take. Ask not where it leads, take it." -- Nietzsche
I am a dominant man. I am just that. I am not dominant because of any superiority on my part. Not because I feel I am more intelligent, or wiser. I am not dominant because of the strength or mass of my body. I am not, nor would I want to be, dominant with all women.
Yet to you, I am your Man. I am your Master only after earning your trust and embracing your submission and desire to serve me. I have looked into your heart and mind and have seen your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You have told me of the needs of your heart, mind and body and given me access to your soul -- I accept that honor and responsibility. We are not equal. You are a woman, and you are not weak or inferior because of it. You are a treasure to be cherished. I am a man, and have strength of body, mind and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend and provide for you, as my woman, property and slave.
Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to my efforts. We are halves of a whole. We compliment each other, and together, are complete. My desire to dominate you is instinctive and not to degrade you, nor is it degrading to you because you are as secure in your femininity as I am secure in my masculinity. We each recognize and accept our roles, worth and needs, as well as our desire to trust the other to fulfill those needs. You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood.
You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion. You expect a man to stand strong and be a man. You desire and flourish in his strength, control and confidence -- and in return, you present control of your heart, mind, body, and soul with unconditional trust, honesty, and the faithfulness of your heart. I have listened to your words with both my ears and my heart, and by opening myself and my soul to you, I have earned your submission and trust. You have given me a treasure... you have given me dominance over you. What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and the rarest of gifts a woman can give to a man. You have given me complete and unwavering assurance of your commitment to me, and to us. Your submission is both a magnificent gift and sacred responsibility, one that I accept from you with honor. I understand the rarity and purity of this gift -- that it is your body and soul, and your heart and mind. When you kneel before me, know that you alone are raised above all woman and all treasures. But not only as my slave, nor a girlfriend or wife. More than those.
You are submissive to me... What you give to me freely cannot be bought, and that which circles and adorns your neck is a symbol of my ownership and your commitment. I am looking for you. It is time for you to come to me. I will strip you bare and bare your soul.
Together, we will reshape and re-create you and us. Just the way it should be to please, complete us both. You want to offer yourself to me as my slut, my whore, my slave and my queen.
You will find me your best friend and most trusted confidante. I will love you with a firm hand when I choose and tenderly when you are broken. You will be bound, spanked, collared, used, punished when necessary, dominated, and always appreciated while you serve us upon my needs and whims . You will be collared and owned.
But that will be the dynamic of what we create. It comes with time and mutual respect and passion and desire. A healthy relationship is the coexistence of two individuals who understand and choose to please the other. Pleasure found by balancing each other. You will delight while performing whatever tasks I ask of you. Pleasing me always is foremost in your clever mind. Crawling upon all fours if that is what I decide. Offering you to me completely upon command regardless of circumstance (tastefully and appropriately when in public.... most of the time, then again maybe not. My choice). You will learn to undress me with your teeth and bathe me with your tongue. You choose to please me so you may find a sense of worth in your submissiveness as a slave.
But I am very specific and demanding. You will learn to anticipate my needs. You will come when called regardless of my location, but at my expense. But please realize that I am understanding of your responsibilities and flexible within the constraints of your life. And the rewards are my compassion, knowledge, love and affection, full attention to your needs (as I determine them), and appreciation and care of your soul and body. The obvious reality is that we provide for one another.
Materially, I will take you shopping for pretty shiny things when satisfied by your commitment. And for clothes that beautifully drape your body in public causing others to be envious of such a well-kept woman. But as they wistfully stare, you are silently and triumphantly always aware of being owned and loved by your Master. Your pleasure comes from being my slave whether I drape you in burlap or silk. It is to please me. that is where you find pleasure. This brings you great pride, that warm glow inside, and a constant smile to finally be so l fulfilled in life. You long for that inner peace found when a worthy submissive slave is kneeling at the feet of her Master in service. You know that this is what you need and crave. The unquenchable thirst... I will satiate.
So now I extend my hand to you. Offering the opportunity for love, friendship, nurture, growth, training, service, and the kindness shared between a master and what is his property . Ego and status are of no importance when you are with me. I do not believe in hardcore sadistical or masochistical life style. I do not want a mindless slave. Rather, a woman who understands her place in servitude pleasing her man. And expects to be taken care of completely in return. But is at the end of the day, ever mindful, she is a slave to her master and nothing more. My search is based on the premise of a relationship with depth and growth for both of us.
I am neither cruel nor interested in tormenting or degrading you. Just the opposite. Your body is my canvas. Mine to design, create, and express myself with. You will be the one beyond all others. Know that I am confident, intelligent,and successful. Strong both in spirit and physically. Self correcting and always learning as I take the paths of life. But I am the one who stares off into the blackness while others sleep. It is critical that one understands that a M/s relationship is not just sex any more than is a vanilla relationship. It is about the synergy created between a man and his submissive woman . And she understands that... I am not interested in an encounter... And so it goes.... We meet and laugh and have an enjoyable evening. Just because we can, trust me. Now then, where it goes from there, or if it does, that is the journey. You may respond with questions, requests or just to share your thoughts. I am here waiting for just that.
Remember that not all who wander are lost.
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And as time passes, as the moment becomes what you are living... do you look back over your shoulder wistfully? The past fading behind you like driving in a fast car with the top down looking behind you at the highway becoming a distant ribbon of time already lived.
I look forward. Navigating the terrain and admiring what I have not yet seen of felt. And always I bring those I keep close along for the adventures...
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"Of course you are going to get hurt", I explained to her. "This is life, a struggle. It is not meant to be a magical delight like a child's view of the tree on Christmas morning... We all feel the aching pain of loneliness and deep scar of shallow existence at times". "But", she whimpered softly, "Why do I feel like I do not belong?' I took a deep breath and sighed. "You belong to me, and with me. For now, that is all you need. When you stop fighting, punching the air, screaming silenty, then you will understand that you are indeed where you belong. Thoughts become things. This is important to always remember", I told her.
"Yes, we all..... you are going to get hurt, feel pain, and suffer. But remember that it is up to you to choose who you go through these moments with", I said. " Afterall, there is only this moment right now and nothing else. No past, or future, just now, this time. So choose wisely who you want by your side, or standing back to back with you as the battle rages". She started to cry silently. " I am not strong like you", she sobbed in a whisper.
"And I am not soft and delicate like you", was my reply to her. "That is why I am choosing you".
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Before him, She often found herself alone.
Day dreaming and fantasizing and wondering. But mostly just wondering if she would always be alone...even when she was with her friends, family, and others, alone.
She smiled to herself while remembering before him.
But mostly she smiled because she heard the door opening and his footsteps coming toward her....anticipating his hands upon her. Untying her and removing her blindfold. Now She would get the opportunity to show him her happiness..... |
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A woman who embraces this mentality and physicality is rare indeed. My quest; to find the one who truly knows herself this well. In the mean, doomed to suffer medocrity.
"I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don't mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding." - Anais Nin |
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No price is too high to pay for the privilege of being loved and owned. To deny oneself, pretending you are whole and complete, is a dramatic waste of your life. |
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"He said Dance for me," and he said,
"You are too beautiful for the wind
To pick at, or the sun to burn." He said,
"I'm a poor tattered thing, but not unkind
To the sad dancer and the dancing dead." |
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She lay there feeling abandoned. Her sobs escaping and breaking the total silence of being alone. How can one feel so completely empty and hollow? Does any understand that pure emptiness, not understanding ones purpose? I do. Come to me and I will heal you.
She did. She was.
But, sadly, he outgrew her limitations. Afterall, just because your horse can no longer run doe not mean you are done racing. |
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How simple to bend, conform and please. Him.
Nothing can replace the absolute ecstasy of pleasing. The smile. Kind words. Gentle touch.
How simple not to bend. Brittle. And incur his wrath.
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| ""The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous play thing."-Nietzsche" |
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Look for it, and it cannot be found.
Reach for it and it is not there. Yet it is all around us.
To fully embrace it, be yourself and look within. Then it will become yours forever.
-Taoism
Have you ever known a friendship? Not just a casual best friend that you are comfortable with. No. I mean the kind of friendship that has been tested under fire. Where both balance on the edge of doom and destruction, and one reaches out.... not for balance, but to save the other. Heedless of self. That is the depth of friendship I refer to.
The depth of the bond remains unknown. But you would not hesitate to share your most intimate secrets if asked. Nor would he from you. There exists in the human condition an unspoken connection between two, and sometimes more, that is like an extension of self. Tangiable and consistent and completely infallable. Some soldiers and close knit groups of people know it well.
Beyond love. This synergy is what binds the universe.
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Does the submissive slave embrace the void that blooms and grows in the absence of a Master?
Does she wither and wilt and twirl on the thorny stem, in despair, while waiting to be noticed in all her beauty?
Does she grow deaf for not hearing the sound of his laughter joined with hers? Mute for not having been told to speak?
When she leaps for joy, does the happiness collapse to the ground with her, when he is not there to break the fall? Without his body to hold, his arms, hands upon her, how can she possibly not fall into the vast abyss?
When she cries and whimpers with the sounds of her suffering drifting away like music on the breeze, no one to quell her hunger, taste her tears, does she exist at all?
I wonder about these things at times, you see. And then I know the answer. Over time, we all know the answers.
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Water has three states... Solid. Liquid. Vapor.
The Dom/submissive relationship evolves in stages as well.
At first, both rigid and firm in their own existence and desires. Icicles hanging from the jagged ridges.
In the second stage, the sun begins to shine and as the air warms around them and within, they begin to melt. Becoming liquids mixing and filling the voids of one another. Crystal colored streams converging
to create the surging river.
Finally, becoming like mist surrounding each other ethereally, vapors bonding and swirling. Impossible to tell where one begins and the other ends. Eddies of fog magically appearing and twirling from the darkness on a cool summer night.
For most, just fantasy. But I will tell you this, reach for it, and it reaches out to you. |
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