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GrymJahk - Male Dominant, Algonquin Illinois | BDSM Profile on Collarspace

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About GrymJahk

I am an Owner/Daddy type. I am attracted to women that have slave/pet/middle personalities, a sense of humor, and intelligence.

I am affectionate, playful, and twisted.

I am looking for an actual relationship.

This means that we will need to have things in common, most specifically a sense of humor.

There is much more about me in my journals.

My https://a-daddys-search.tumblr.com
Dangers and benefits of anonymity. A reminder.

Give a man a mask and he will show you his true face.

   - Oscar Wilde (misquoted but credited)

As it appeared in The Critic as Artist (1891):

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.

Words of prophesy from 100 years in the past

However we arrived at this point, there is no denying that the anonymity of the internet has allowed us to see the true character of people… whether it is cyber bullying, catfishing the desperate, or simply revealing that your ego or insecurities are visible from space.

For us here, in this realm of openness and acceptance, it is an opportunity to get a better understanding of people as individuals… A peek into their soul as it were… But, at the same time we must continuously be on guard to the possibility of deception… a challenge to be sure.

We come here, to this community, a place so similar to many others, to learn, grow, and connect… We have seen the best and worst in people on the internet. From communities working together to help out people in need, to bullying and other behaviors that have devastated lives.

I sit here writing this as a reminder. We, as individuals, for good or bad, are nothing more than the sum of our parts…

I’m not talking about limbs, organs, or features… I’m talking about how we present ourselves, how we project ourselves, how we treat others, and most importantly who we are underneath the mask… but first a clarification… There are two kinds of mask, one that we sit behind and looks vaguely like a keyboard… and the other one, the one that we hide ourselves behind to keep others from getting in.

The sum of our parts… How we present (integrity), how we act (character), how we interact (acceptance), and what we show those close to us (openness). Sure I left out many important traits, but you know what I’m after here…

I can’t say this often enough.

Be the person you want to attract.

Integrity
Character
Acceptance
Openness

So much of our little corner of the universe is based on trust, honor and reputation… without those, your future here is most bleak.


#BZZZZZZ# 6:51 AM
The alarm goes off, I reach over, hit the snooze...

9 minutes.

I turn over and there you lay, facing the other direction. I can't tell if you are asleep or pretending, but it doesn't really matter.

I slowly roll you onto your back... After all if you are asleep, I have a different way I'd rather wake you... I push your legs apart, climb ever so gently over the top of you, slowly working my way inside you... as usual you are quite wet. Within moments you are moaning, you stretch your arms over your head as though they were tied. Now I know you are awake, I lean down to take your nipple in between my teeth and start to bite, rolling my tongue over it as I do... I love it when you fight to keep silent as I chew, but eventually a gasp passes your lips...
You know what happens next, I release your nipple, pull out of you, grab one leg and flip you over. It all happens in seconds, and I love how you keep your hands above your head with the grace of a ballerina through it all. A smile of pride crosses my lips that you will never see. As I reposition myself between your legs I look to the clock...

4 minutes.

Seems you held out longer on my chewing than normal... good girl! As if you can read my mind, you reach back with both hands and open yourself wide for me, letting out another moan as I grab a handful of your hair and pin your head to the bed as I slide deep inside you.
After a few moments I sense you tense up, you know I'm close, you are ready for my decision... Will I release your hair and pull out, for you to finish me with your mouth? Will I finish where I am? You let out the tiniest whimper, telling me that you want to finish me off... but not this time, this time I unload hard into you, pounding you with all my weight...

As I roll off of you, onto my back, you immediately move to clean me, as you always do. In my state of orgasmic contentment, I start to stroke your hair as you work. I look down to see you looking up at me.. I look into your eyes, I see the love I feel for you reflected right back at me... Right then, in that moment, nothing else in the universe matters. Just the love in your eyes. The moment is both fleeting and a lifetime.
#BZZZZZZ# 7:00AM

Crap.

As I silence the alarm, you jump up, move to the bathroom door and look back at me, asking silent permission to leave the room. I nod and get out of bed. I go to the closet to pick out what you will wear for the day.
I hear the shower start, and a few moments later I walk into the bathroom. You are in the shower, kneeling up straight, knees spread wide, hands locked behind your neck, mouth open. I relieve myself, starting on your breasts, moving up your neck and over your face, finally settling on filling your mouth, it continues to run out and down your chin until I am close enough for you to wrap your lips around me. From that point not a single drop is lost. I turn and begin to shower, as you continue to clean me. When I am clean, I reach down for a handful of your hair and gently lift you up to stand in front of me. I begin to wash you now, sometimes I use a brush, other times a cloth, or a sponge, this time I use a cloth and my hands. Your hair takes the longest, sometimes I joke that I should shave your head, but you cleverly remind me I would have nothing to pin your head to the bed with...

Shortly we are both clean, I dry myself off as you do the same. After we are completely dry and ready to leave the bathroom, you sit on the toilet with your knees spread wide for me to watch, should I choose, as you relieve yourself.

We get only a few feet out of the bathroom when I grab your hair again, pulling you up short. You let out a little girlish giggle of joy as I do so because that means only one thing... you promptly lay out flat across the floor with A smile across your face that lights up the room... I straddle your face as you extend your tongue to probe me. As soon as you make contact and I begin my moans of pleasure, you spread your legs wide for my attention.

This position is the only time you are allowed release without asking permission, As I discovered it was impossible to stop you... I lean forward, locking you into my mouth, nibbling, sucking and caressing. As I moan out my pleasure into you, you begin screaming your pleasure into me... I may not be able to stop you from release, but it does not mean I cannot drag it out for several of them...

I look at the clock.. 7:35 AM, almost 10 minutes behind schedule... Damn.

I get up and begin dressing, you do the same. Shortly we are both headed down the hall. I stop at the chores board to select what you are to accomplish Today. You go to the counter to collect my keys and wallet and wait by the door to see me off.

I pause at the door, look again into your eyes...

I don't want to go...

I don't want to leave you...

But I must, we need food on the table...

I reach up and grab yet another handful of hair, pull your head slightly back, lean in and slowly nibble from the base of your neck to your earlobe. I shift slightly and kiss you as if it will be the only thing to keep me alive while we are apart.

That damn clock... 7:45AM

I turn to the door and leave. Not a word has been spoken.

****

I return home, you heard me coming, you greet me at the door.

I walk in and set some bags down on the table...

"Breakfast is served Baby, I got you the pancakes you like with your eggs and hash-browns." The smile on your face melts me. "I missed you while I was gone"

The clock on the wall says 8:15 AM...

I love Saturdays...

My Dom side


I'm a Dirty Old Man. I know it. Kinky, Twisted, some may even say Depraved. 

I will hurt you. I will not harm you. If you don't know the difference between the two, we can't play. 

You will know your safeword, you are not in danger. 

I will use you for my pleasure, and leave you exhausted... or not.. depending on my mood... 

I have rope, straps, blindfolds, crops, switches, paddles, clamps, cuffs, a training collar, and a leash... and that is just the "Go" bag in my car... Just the "Things". 

My mind... My mind is where it all comes together... control, depravity, taboo, lust, infliction... 

You are now my plaything, you will do as you are told. Subject to the thoughts in my mind... the whims of my loins... 

Maybe, I say something that really gets you wet... and we both discover something new about you... 

Maybe, I make you do something that, at any other time you'd swear that you have no interest in... and you start to drip with need. 

Maybe, I am feeling selfish today, and it's all about me... Who am I kidding? It's always about me... 

Just maybe... what I want is to see you laying there, a sweaty exhausted mess, too numb from pleasure to form words... A work of art. 

Sometimes, you are the canvas on which I paint, leaving mark after mark while you cry out... 

Sometimes, you may have marks that will fade over time... reminding you for a week or more, of the time we spent together... not that you'd be likely to forget... 

Sometimes, you are just three holes... 

Sometimes, you are my whole universe... 

Shall we begin?

My Daddy side


The girl I seek is a slave with the heart of a babygirl.

I seek a special girl. Yes, what I seek is a complex combination, but I know she is out there... The slave that will give everything to be Daddy's good girl. I would rather praise and reward than punish. But, if deserved, punish I will. 

Because what I seek is so rare, I am in no hurry. If you are interested, I want to get to know you, I want you to know me. This can happen online, over skype, kik, and visits. Relocation to me is the ultimate plan as I cannot relocate. I have no interest in this as an online thing.

Some aspects of my desires are dark, not shiny... These are parts of me I do not share publicly. You can find hints... You can guess... ...and if you ask me a yes or no question I will answer truthfully...

But... When I find her, and feel her acceptance, only then can my Demon dance, and the Dark side emerges.

 

I am: Good natured, affectionate, playful, silly, geeky, realistic, and open. I enjoy good movies, good food, games, laughter, kinky fuckery, and tickling bound/helpless little girls. Also a little bit of a sapiosexual.

I am not: Cruel, abusive, or destructive. I am not a heavy Sadist. I will not lash out, I am not prone to anger, I will not treat her like trash, I have no intention of breaking anyone. Not my style. She either wants to serve and please me or she does not. I'm not interested in a power struggle.

What I want: My girl will be a combination of slave, babygirl, and best friend. She will be my perfect everything. I would: protect her as my property, guide her as my ward, play with her as my toy, adore her as my pet, take pleasure in her as my slut, hurt her as my masochist, confide in her as my friend, and I would love her as my partner. In all things, in all ways, she will be mine. It is my hope, that one day, she will be offered one last chance to say no, and refuse... Then she will be my wife.

What I need: Her total surrender, this is not only about sex, this is about ownership, and responsibility of that other being. She must understand the core of TPE relationships. I have clear hard limits. I am into nothing illegal, I will never put her life, well-being, or career in any peril. (Hard limits)

What I expect: Obedience, Service, Affection, Companionship, Open communication.

What she can expect: Attention, affection, structure, honesty, protocol(some), maintenance, patience(as appropriate), humor, laughter, sanctuary, and to be valued as my most important investment.

We will; explore perceived limits, laugh frequently, enjoy the world around us, and allow our demons to dance and play.

My Goal; to continually prepare her for future success, while taking great pleasure in her in the present.

Another point to be clear up front on. I don't share. By this I mean that my girl is MY girl. I don't share with other men. Plain and simple I am not wired that way. But, if she wants a sister, or her own f pet/sub, discussions may be opened.


You are:

  • 18-35 (some possible room on top end)
  • thin to average 
  • serious about being owned by Daddy
  • Non-smoker (or ready to quit cold turkey)
  • DDFree (420 OK, this is California after all)
  • Not into ABDL

 

Randomness...

...the flick of a crop and the cry it elicits...
 
...the feel of a nipple hardening under subconscious touch while watching a movie...

...bound and helpless... ...erotic ...intoxicating  ...arousing

cuddles, giggles, wiggles, and bites
pinches, spanks, lectures, and secrets

sharing

the taste...  ...that triggers  ...muffled sounds through a gag

the smell...  ...the nape of her neck   ...as I encase her before sleep.

the ecstasy...  ...of her tongue   ...the look in her eyes   ...of her submission

to see...  ...her joy  ...the tears I inflict  ...the marks I leave   ...sunsets 

the look on her face when I praise...
her apologies when she thinks she let me down...

to hear...  ...that sound ...the laugh  ...the giggle ...the moan ...the heartbeat.

to take...  ...her ...places

to show her... ...wonders  ...how beautiful she is  ...off  

to cherish...  ...her ...mind ...body  ...and soul

to hold her... ...hand ...through the forest ...to the sea ...close 

sharing...  ...a day  ...a laugh ...a bath  ...a cookie

making her...  ...do what I want  ...my girl   ...my priority

she gives me everything... 
she could be everything...

to accept my darkness, serve my desires, and dance...

...is all I ask...
...is all I demand...
...the click of a lock.


A Man can dream can't he?
Has anyone actually found a real person behind all these "xyzslut at yahoo dot com" profiles???

...  I have run into a few very creative scammers. But, none of them has gotten anything but time wasted with me...

It's a good thing they are so persistent, it helps me pass the time when bored.
The trick is to find the soul whose demons will dance and sing with yours. That person is the one that will cherish you the most, and protect you the most fiercely.

Against the tide (reaching out)

Every time I try to break free from this loneliness I get hit in the face with a new wave...
A wave of pretenders, fakes, scammers, the clueless, or the broken...
I can see the sails on the open waters and I long to join them…
Carefree in the breeze, rolling with the wind...
I must resist the urge to give in…
To turn away from it...
To give up…
No.
They await.
Their need matches mine.
The soul that so understands me.
The one whose demons will dance with mine.
I must get out there past the debris field, where they wait.
Just maybe, I can be the one to pull them from their lonely shore.
…be the light that guides them past the flotsam that hinders their release.

Sub Female, not sub-human

Guys... seriously...
Enough has been said about the wrong way to make an approach.

Well... obviously not, as the problem still exists.

I think the reality stems from the mindset. Too many, while hidden safely in their anonymity, lack the ability to respect a fellow human being.

If you cannot be decent and respectful before you've even met, why the hell should she trust you with her body, well-being, and her life?

If you can't see this simple truth, she doesn't need you, let alone want you, and you don't deserve her.

 

Favorite recent quote:

I like my women like I like my coffee: No pubes
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