Some days are harder than others. Still deeply in love with my babygirl though.

Thank you CM. My babygirl, jewelsy64, and I have been together ONE YEAR now. For those that say this site is full of fakes and wannabes, I say look in the mirror.  We beat the odds in so many ways. We both had life threatening events take place that changed our outlooks. We are still together and stronger, more in love, than ever. She is my wonderful, obedient, sometimes bratty, babygirl. I am her caring, supportive, sadistic Daddy. And our lives have joined in ways I never thought possible.

We got lucky. I hope those of you out there looking for a real connection get lucky as well.

I have been gone 5 weeks. I was working out of the country. The very night I returned, I collared Jewelsy64. It was a small private ceremony, but it was all we desired. She is mine. I think part of the reason I have her is I have learned to listen to all people. I respect her beyond measure. I like her as a person. She makes me happy when we do the most vanilla things together. I love her. She gives her heart without compromise. Her mind is my playground. We truly delight in deeper thoughts and exploring ourselves. Her heart is my fortress. I know that regardless of any disagreements, we love each other. We make it a point to say so in the middle of strife. Her body is my toy. I delight is hurting her. I adore making her cum. I giggle when she stamps her foot in pain or begs me to stop making her orgasm. I have never found such joy as I have with her in my arms. I love jules as I have never loved before. I am completely, utterlt and without question or regret, in love with her.

Dom/mes on the hunt, I have a bit of advice. Take it, leave it, say 'Fuck you'. It's just my take on D/s. Listen to the sub. Respect them. Befriend them before deciding whether to beat them. D/s is about fulfilling needs. The sub's needs are equally important. Even if those needs are expressed in the desire to be completely controlled, used and abused. And one last thing, try a little humility.

It works for me.

Happy birthday Jewelsy!!!!! You are my gift!!!! You are my love, my babygirl, my friend and my partner. You continue to grow and stay strong when many would have given over to despair. You brought my heart back from the deadness of apathy. You are my wonder, my miracle and my belief.

After 5 months, it just keeps getting better. I can't wait until we mark a year together. But I'll relish the journey to that point. The dew is definitely not off the lily yet.

With all my love on your day,

Daddy.

I wonder how many people in the life have this idea?

Dominance has nothing to do with beatings, force and getting a submissive to obey. It is about being that strength to support and guide the submissive. When they are weak or unsure, the Dominant holds them and helps make the decisions they cannot. Or maybe it is just a hand on their cheek and the words "It will be ok." spoken softly and reassuringly. For play, yes the orders, the spankings, bondage and other activities the Dominnant wishes are fine. Yes, they are a trust building exercise in addition to being pleasurable. But for me, the care, the trust and the support are primary.

Don't get me wrong, I play very hard with my babygirl. But I love her and guide her as tenderly as possible. The deep emotional connection we share makes it possible.

We never realize how fragile life is. How important people are to us, until their lives are hanging by a thread. Those of you that know my babygirl, send your positive thoughts her way. She has gone through a tremendous battle this weekend. It started with a headache. Then came a grand mal seizure. When she came to, the pain in her head was excruciating. THe trip to the ER told us we were lucky. She had an aneurism on the cranial artery. She was bleeding in her brain. A transfer to another hospital, and 3 procedures later, and she is recovering with 2 stents in place to heal her artery. I have never felt so out of control, so lost. I cried like a child. I had to be at work for a bit today, but will visit her soon again. I love her so much.

What is so difficult about reading a profile? I delight in reading an interesting one. I know my babygirl is Hawtness personified. But before you message her, be respectful of her wishes and contact me. If you're not a tool, I'll allow you to communicate with her. That's not to say she won't ignore you, but at least you'll have a chance to be nice and polite.

Keep learning and pushing yourself my friends. You will find it's worth it. So much in TTWD I'm new to, but still ready to learn. I have found I enjoy the study of ropework. I never flogged before late last year and am so glad I do now. I love that I am bonded to such a smart sexy and beautiful girl. She encourages my exploration and growth. Mostly because she digs it too.

I am a happy man. You twits that whine about this site being nothing but fakes? um WRONG. You are just not attuned to the real women's needs on here.

I've cried more in the past 3 months than I have in the previous 2 decades. Some from sadness, some from emotional pain, all because I love her. She is that spark that brought my soul into a raging inferno. She tries to run, tries to make excuses, and makes it impossible to sleep without thoughts of her in my head. Who talks on the phone 2 hours or more every night? (Sunday it was 3-1/2). We aren't school kids. But we sure are as lovestruck as a pair of teenagers.

I may have cried more, but I have also smiled more and laughed more as well. I've never loved as hard. Nor do I want to think about life without her. I want a thousand adventures with her. I want to wake up in the tangled sheets with her wrapped in my arms, until my days end. I will let her run. Only then can I rush up to her and sweep her off her feet again. I want her to feel the safety, care, love and strength in my arms. I never want her to tire of me playing the romantic to her. I was never romantic before her. She is my babygirl, my love, my friend, my muse, my respected colleague, and my heart.

And if you think it's wrong for a Dom to cry?

Fuck you.

Anyone else love the rain? Oh the impact rain has on our psyche. It can make us blue, it can relax. It can arouse and it can confuse. I tend to like the rain, except when I'm on the motorcycle. Then that shit hurts!

So, once again, I have been called intolerant by some sage and righteous individuals. My offense? I commented on a thread on another site. Now, if you post something, you should expect to get both positive and negative comments. My comments were negative, but not insulting. I simply did not approve of the poster's actions. The group leader decides that any negativity is not tolerable. and basically said there was no such thing as freedom of speech in his group. THEN I got insulting. Oh yeah. Small minded people that do not allow for others' POV piss me off. I understood what the original post was getting at, I just didn't like it. Well, Even though I had an opinion that was stated logically and politely, I was told to leave. If I believed in Hell, there would be a special place in it for douchebags like that.

Hmmm, new Year, and a new focus.

I would say it's a New Year's resolution, but it's more like a lifetime committment.

I am going to be happy.

I am going to tell my babygirl I love her everyday.

I am going to prove it to her in all the little ways, and with a few big ones.

2011 has come to an end. And, Yes it was a wild ride. I have gone through physical and emotional hell this year to get to where I am now. I am the person I have always wanted to be. I have the partner I always wanted. All this, and More keeps coming my way! I have opened my heart to people. I am finding friends that I truly connect with. I have discovered interests that laid dormant for years. I owe it all to a terrible carwreck and a wonderful girl.

The car wreck woke me up. And I discovered the girl standing there. She is so fine to me there are no words to describe her beauty, inside and out. She is a babygirl, a submissive, a lover and a comic, an adventurer and a friend. Each day we grow together. I Feel my dominance swell when I'm around her. It's something that is always in me. But with her, it all meshes seamlessly. I am her Daddy, she is my little girl and my world. All the heartache, useless efforts, broken promises and struggles have led us together. I'm a nice man, for her. Only her.

I get so amused by all the whiners, both Dominant and submissive that say this site is full of nothing but fakes and scammers. Odds are damned good you are just not all that and a bag of fritos. I have met my soulmate here as well as some great friends and good playpartners in the past. Oh wait! I must be fake too! No one actually makes a connection here. Right? ROFLMAO.

If you haven't been able to connect, here's a thought: BE NICE. Yeah Yeah we know you're MasterDeathKillMaimRape of the First Order of Demonic Assholes. That or you are kajira-needs-Masters-beatings-and-rough-sexual-abuse. Save that until AFTER you've chatted a bit. Find some common ground. Enjoy the person, not the meat popsicle attached to the nickname. Just a thought.

You know how I won my duchess? I wooed her, I showed her the Man a Dominant can be when ego isn't in the way. 

Good luck and again, Be Nice!

OK MORONS, Jewelsy64 BELONGS TO ME. SHE ISN'T INTERESTED IN TALKING YOU IF SHE HASN'T MET YOU ALREADY. ESPECIALLY THOSE OF YOU THAT DON'T BOTHER TO READ HER PROFILE FIRST. ALL INQUIRIES MUST GO THROUGH ME.

Happy holidays to all. May you find love and contentment that follows you the rest of your lives. Jewelsy, you're the best Xmas gift EVER!

Is it funny, sad or what? that I have over 200 ppl blocked here. Most are dominants that start off their profile with what they demand. Get over yourselves. Orders are for after you've established a meaningful dialog. Not as an opening line. Here's an idea: Be nice, be respectful of others, even subs and slaves, ESPECIALLY subs and slaves.

 Maybe you could try to inspire rather than demand. Just a thought. If you don't like it, well.... it reminds me of a story:

"Once upon a time,

Fuck You.

The End."

I really delight in who I am, who I love and who I like. I have never before so very comfortable with myself and my choices. It must be said, that I would have never reached this state of being without my babygirl's influence.

Now back to your regularly scheduled program. 'Dominant Guys that don't suffer fools of any role, sex, creed or color.'

apparently I'm intolerant. Simply because I dislike a person's kinks. I don't really care if person enjoys something I don't. I hope they do actually. But I don't want to deal with certain things. Is that so wrong? I don't find it disrespectful to say I'd rather you find a way so your fetish does not affect me. I find it rude when people assume I must accept their negative influence upon me. I got news for ya, Not gonna happen. I'll walk away. You'll know I'm not happy.

Free choice to all, just don't involve those who don't want to partake. You Savvy?

It was two months ago today I found her in real life. What a wonderful experience. she helps me be the man I can be and I coax the perfection from her. I am slap ass goofy in love, lust, and friendship. Thank you jewelsy. It's good to be Daddy.

So my life continues to change. My past relationship has fallen away and now I have more than I'd ever imagined. When was the last time you really got excited about giving a gift? Do you remember the last weekend trip you took and fell even deeper in love with your mate? So deep you never wanted to crawl out of the abyss? Hell, I went clothes shopping with her, AND I LIKED IT!

Did you ever travel and wish you were back home? Many of us have. To be home and with our loved ones and the comforts of familiarity is a natural desire.

But this is different. The time away has not been excessive. But, it's the who that I miss that changes the battlefield. I am actually glad I've had this time away from her. It's cleared my mind. It established a greater depth for my feelings. We both needed time to look inside. separated form the intense passion we feel every time we're close.

Now it's time to come home. I've talked with her every chance I had and we both need the connection again. I'm thinking it'll be more intense than before. (I am almost scared of the idea, we were so powerfully attracted before, the room would sizzle from just our kiss) Now I have had time to probe deeper into her mind and not be distracted by her outer beauty. This return, I know I have work in front of me. I must sweep her off her feet and sieze her mind ever tighter. I will hold her heart and show what I am with her in my life.

All this I have deduced. But I am still 2 days away from her.

Jewelsy, I'm coming home and I love you. Be the good girl I know you are and remember my heart is yours.

She showed me her darkest side. she was ashamed, heartbroke and afraid when it happened. I told her I wasn't after an easy day at the office. That worth doing is never easy. would i unberstand? would I stay around? Was I angry?

I AM STILL HERE. I am not angry or disappointed in her past. It's just that, the past. I want to make today and tomorrow better. AND WE WILL. I AM IN THIS FOR KEEPS, SLUT.

Prologue to a life

He lay next to the dozing slut. She was spent and floating. He’d taken everything from her he wanted. He’d made her wail in joy, cry in pain and sob in release. He’d held her when the fear came, the old fears of loss, abuse and denial. The words, Fuck the words, he knew what to tell her. But holding her as it all dumped out, it seemed so…minor. Compared to what she had given him it was and he hated words now. When he struggled to fine the thing to tell her, he kissed her. Tender kisses that spoke better than his rural accent ever could were his pit stop.

‘Fuck!’ his mine screamed. He was almost overwhelmed by her. The wench brought out the sadist like no one ever had. She howled in passionate joy when he played her. The things he did and the marks he left were tear filled songs upon her wondrous body. And the girl treated him like he was the only thing in her life. How could he do less when the little princess treated her Daddy like a king? After all the years of looking, not looking and denying the possibilities, this babygirl figuratively slapped his head sideways.

He traced small designs on her cooling flesh as she softly moaned. His delicate touch on the small of her back soothed her. As she was cuddled on his shoulder, her long naked leg thrown over his, he thought of the simple lunch that brought both of them back for despair. Salsa music and tacos were the backdrop to the encounter. ‘pfft! Encounter my ass, the girl thunderstruck me’ He mused internally. He couldn’t recall anything about the food or service. He could listen to her for hours. They spoke comfortably from the start and a few times he’d whispered in her ear. But he didn’t kiss her.

When they internet chatted, she confessed wishing he would have kissed her. The wait was worth it. When he picked the princess up in his rough old pickup truck, the first thing he did was clutch her face gently and draw her close. She tasted like….magic. The gentle brushing of lips slowly built to a deep needful connection between their mouths. Shell shocked, he drove to the restaurant and listened to her melodious voice. They spent another meal together. This time he growled in her wanton ear and kissed her randomly to prove to himself this was not a dream. When he asked what she’d liked to do after the meal, the young lady became demure. She told him that the answer was as dangerous as the question. He informed her he wanted nothing more than to have her all afternoon.

That first time, he could have attributed that to raw physicality between them. They moved so well together and the power was buried deep still. Even the first symphony they played together was epic. He’d gotten inside her mind, held the weeping girl as she shuddered and exposed her giant heart to him. He felt honored and he only wanted to live up to the trust she’d placed in him. Comfort was the gift he wanted to give her. Yes, he could incite her passion. He could make her masochist flower fully with practice and care. But he wanted to give her the safety to do it every time. He hated to let her go as they parted.

Yes, he was getting inside her head and could make her body dance. But they were not past the casualness of play…yet. Then she called him Daddy. She was his babygirl now. The website they posted on let him name himself her Daddy and they couldn’t look back.

They talked every day after that. He was there to take her to work, to lunch, just to take her. Still they kept crawling deeper down the rabbit hole. Emotions and pasts were laid bare. They moved so naturally together it would freak one or the other out regularly. A touch in synch with the other, a line from a movie they finished at the same time. Books they had both adored.  As cliché as it sounded, ‘like meeting my other half’ was how he felt. So he kept hearing the idea and its name bounce in his head. He was leery of the voice inside. “Dangerous, damned dangerous” he told himself one drive home, away from her. It didn’t change the fact that the voice was almost screaming three weeks after the first lunch.

The day came when he spent the night. ‘It was last night.’ he thought as the skyline brightens through the window. They’d slept so little. He worked her so hard bringing her to the edge sensually and sadistically as best he could. He’d met her friends and he only saw her through the afternoon, ten thousand naked drummers could have passed and he’d only notice her. He’d taken her to one of his favorite restaurants. They teased and whispered back and forth about the danger of those words. So when she was spent, and holding him and she whispered it with tears in her eyes. “I love you.” was barely audible in the early morning quiet. It screamed in his ears and he stopped breathing. He’d been from one end of the world to the other and seen a lot of crazy things. Nothing before that moment ever made him think some all-powerful Force was controlling his destiny. He whispered it back to her, louder.

By the time he reviewed where he was now, still with an arm around the wench’s back, he had wetness in his eyes. ‘For Fuck’s Sake! I’m her Daddy, her Dom and a natural born sadist. Why would I cry?’ he chastised himself. His lips pressed against her head. ‘Why wouldn’t I cry? She is everything I want.’ He retort to himself. He had never just pull a girl away from what she was doing to dance among the laundry on the floor. He was so much more with her and because of her. ‘Yeah, I can do this for the next 40 or 50 years’ was his last coherent thought as he drifted off to sleep, his little girl wrapped up tight in his arms, in his place.

• ·         Apologizes to George Lucas and Han Solo for the poorly stolen bit of my consciousness.

My babygirl has my heart and my attention and I have never seen one more deserving of care, protection, control, passion and compassion. I want to be the one to scoop her up, to drive her to her knees. she supports with with her submission. her experiences let me see more than before and her heart and energy fill me. With all I'm facing, the beautiful slut makes my life better. she is what I want.

Strange days indeed....most peculiar mama.

Nothing says happy like a babygirl bruised from little pinches while you take her to work. It makes me feel fortunate. That and a kinky friend who is cyanide to me.

It's good to be me!

Friends are the best. New and old.

Nothing is ever easy. 2 years I've gone without making paddles or rubber straps for people. Back at it. and the list grows.....

So damned cool to have people like your work.

Bugger off if I don't know you. They ain't for sale. It's a gift thing, you toads!

Is it bad to go to the barber shop with your own straight razors singing "These are my Friends!!!!......"?

What about trying to Dom in a rubber viking helmet and leather chaps to ABBA's "Dancing Queen"?

We have ways of making you laugh, dammit!

mmm. my low grade dyslexia is fun at times:

THE EARLY BRIDGET GETS THE WORM. BUT THE SECOND MOUSE GETS THE CHEESE.

Where is this damned Bridget?

Yeah, when I think I have it bad because of a little accident and such, I talk to some of my friends. Heads high, smiles and chipper and they let on in little pieces some of the tragedy in their lives. you never can tell from their overall demeanor, you have to ask. They worry about me and how I'm coming along, despite their own hardships. And suddenly, my little problems are bullshit.

Thank you my friends for putting things in perspective and reminding me about pals.

Hmmm. new paddles....oak (Heavy, deep impacting, solid, classic, and cliche) or cedar (stingy yet with some thud, different, gorgeous, and lighter)?

quick and easy for instant discipline? oak

or more methodical and time consuming for torture/play? cedar

Which should I make? please chime in.

*thinks that the "Hide" feature on CM is great. keeps the wall up that others raise. And prevents me from bothering them. Yeah, i should have better willpower. But when someone is your friend, it's hard to walk away.  C'est la vie.

less than 2 weeks until the Dr clears me for full duty. I hope. And let me tell you, things have gone to hell in a handbasket. But good friends have given me moral support and made me laugh. I am glad for their kindness and care. But dammit! I need a little S&M. *WEG*

who says cleaning can't be rewarding?

I sure wish my back was healed. The world has need of me.

well, the car didn't look as bad as I was led to believe. hardly a scratch on it! and they totalled it! Still it did hurt like the dickens. and not the good "you've had this coming a long time young man, so stay still and take your swats" kinda hurt.

take a look at my last picture.

went the night without a pain pill! and I slept ok! Perhaps this damned brace is working. A Domme asked me if it was like a corset.....Ummmm yes, very constricting.

yeah, I hate telling people the truth. It usually pisses them off. and don't try to help a Top (heavens forbid!) They must know more than everyone else. yeah i'm sarcastic and bitter.

bummer. I liked the lady too.

ARRRRG!!!! 6 more weeks minimum. And now a goofy back brace too!

Thank you to all my friends for their well wishes. I am trying to feel better. I have so much to look forward to in life. I truly appreciate the people around me. Hugs, kisses and spanks to you all. (use them or put them where you want them most my friends)

y'all won't hear from me for a bit. was in a bad car wreack this morning. So I'm not ignoring you. just hard to move and sit behind a laptop with cracked sternum and compressed vertebraes. peace out perve.

Darn it's good to have friends. people to chat with when you feel bad, or they feel rough. Community means so much. and when we bond as individuals, not hormonal animals, it makes the connection even stronger. Although with that connection, the deeper primal feelings bind even tighter.

Rain rocks after months of drought.

Friends, Dominant or submissive make me smile. They brighten my day and remind me why I come to this site. Even if they do need their butts torn up, or want to tear mine up. LOL

Do you know what I hate? Not being able to help a friend. Watching them struggle through things and being powerless to affect the outcome.

Some days you just want a nice bratty sub or two that needs placed completely. Take them and make them feel captured, secure, protected, focused and Dominated. A long talk with them across your lap as you spank them lovingly and soundly. A rub and set in focus position while you comfort them. Then, to solidify both Your place and theirs, Taking them slowly and finally allowing them to release upon your command. The cuddles and holding after. gentle nips on their neck and words of praise, These mean alot to both Dominant and submissive.

What a nice day. Genuine people are such a joy to talk to.

Thank you my friends that always offer kind words and wisdom, or humor. We will all keep moving forward.

I hope the weekend is better than the week. Things are definitely cyclic.

No more. I will never keep an online collar again. Done!

Are you really a Dom if you put a sub's needs in front of your own feelings? If you look past your own hurt, mistrust and doubt to keep a sub cared for and well, doesn't that make you the sub?

So, I had this thought, and it came from reading another switch's profile. I'm sure I'll get some hate mail over it, so what.

A Dominant serves equally as a submissive. The only difference is the manner of the service.

Any Dom/me that doesn't serve their sub is simply a user or a bully.

You know the worst thing about coming back from vacation and being a Domly cowboy? All the chores only You can do. They tend to add up while you're gone. I'm half tempted to just go ride the motorcycle this afternoon instead of cutting up fallen trees.

Vacation is over. As relaxing as it was, I feel the need to unwind with a sub being paddled to a wimpering puddle of goo. Then take the sub every way I desire. A welted, warm gooey sub, spoon up against me as I relaxed after. MMmmmm. then they could rub me down.

Ever wonder about some of these trolls? Their Profiles state 'YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS MASTER (OR MISTRESS)'

Clearly these ass goblins have no concept of protocol. Here's your sign. And they get blocked before they send some lame website link more there 'special service'. Of course the submissives are just as bad.

when I meet you in chat or through messages. PLEASE DON'T START OUT CALLING ME 'SIR'. I'm a Dom. but not your Dom. I don't care for honorifics being tossed around like confetti. Thanks.

I'm happy that some people view the life as 'play'. Something they do to enhance their sex. I really wonder why those of us who live a more dedicated path are not accorded similar respect. For me, D/s, DD is not about the next romp in the playroom. It's simply how we chose to live, and that choice fulfills us.

Yeah disappointed at how narrow minded some people are.

It's good to be a Switch with clear views on yourself. I'm lucky to have friends that understand me. Thanks friends.

So do you savor all the little flavors? Sweet and sour? the tangy and tart? the succulent and the charred? If your palate adores all the variety, why shouldn't your emotions?

The generic taste of 'happiness' is good for most. As is fast food. I prefer to nibble on the delicacy that is life in all the extremes. Anger, pain, fear, joy, ecstasy, laughter.

I'd rather take the small nibbles of quality than be force fed what everyone else tells me is 'good'.

Back from a short holiday. Do I feel better? yes. Do I still need a reversal and someone to Top me fully for a change? no doubt. Perhaps, in my relaxed state, even more so.

Grumpi is exactly how I feel. some things we just can't get. sometimes we just want too much. and acceptance seems a high price. 

peace

Yeah, I really do like some of the people on this site. some are waste of skin. but a few are absolutely wonderful. if I've been chatting with you, thanks. I've enjoyed it greatly. Tops or bottoms, you all make my day with wit and charm.

and why did I chose 'grumpi' as a nickname? it is sooooo gonna cost me one day. LOL

So I guess I'll write about switches.  why can't people understand the concept or accept that a person has different facets to their being?  I'm not suggesting that all people are switches. but don't discount those who can move in either circle simply because you're not built that way. Contrary to popular belief, most of us are not indecisive. we  realize we need different things at different times. Myself, it's about WHO, not when. I am Dominant to the majority of people I encounter. But the rare one, I feel the urge to submit.

Now you may not 'get it'. That's fine. But leave it be. I don't get religion either. but I accept it in others.

Chatrooms on this site vary from entertaining to insanely frustrating. Some room 'owners' develop such childish rules it shows that they've never interacted with ppl in the real world. They need to go back to harry potter or world of warcraft or barbiville. sheesh. Don't try to act like you have 'power' as an owner or op. be nice. FFS. and be equal and fair to all you twat.

Nice people do exist on this site. and I've been lucky enough to chat with a few.

Why is it when You disagree with a viewpoint people assume you are uninformed? Yeah, I know this'll get me hate mail, big whoop. I detest the idea of Master/slave relationships. sorry. just my opinion. No I don't give a shit about yours. I'll read your journal if I want yours. I was told in chat that it's wrong to judge, but also told that switches are actually slaves. Dumbasses. Who is the slave? the person that keeps quiet and will not form an opinion about what they believe, let alone tell others how they feel? or the person who stands up and admits what the want, need and desire?

What happened to telling someone he was wrong and then dotting his eye? The world has moved on, and not for the better.

It's nice to chat with people who want to know more than my a/s/l and cock size. I realize most are here to hook up, but would showing some manners hurt?

hope everyone has a mellow day.

The evil Grumpi

No, I'm not always grumpy. I do joke and have a sense of humor. i'm pretty laid back too. Ever hear of a diversion?

 you're learning grasshopper.

No, I am not a sub. Not  even close.  So why do I have it on my profile? so I can chat without being bugged all the time. no one bothers male subs. I can comment and listen. you don't like it? too fucking bad, you're the small minded ass clown i'm avoiding anyways.