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There is an update to this profile. Scroll to the bottom to see it.
Some have called me a sociopath, others have called me a player, one has called me lost. I suppose they're all close. However, not all who are lost want to be found. I'm here for simple reasons. I want to journal about my escapades. I want to anonymously put myself out there in black and white. I'm a liar. I can make a girl fall in love with me and leave her. I make normal girls stalk me. I have no shame. I'm married, but no one I sleep with or own knows that. I'm a nice guy, one who you'd never look at and think that I'd do the things I'd do. So ladies, look at my profile, look at my journal. Flame me if you wish, but it really doesn't bother me. I recommend you learn from me. Watch these patterns in others.
Remember, I love you so much. Its rare to find a girl I connect with so well. Can't you feel that tingle in our kisses? Don't you see how well we mold to each other when we hug? Now, remember you're owned, and your first focus is to please Daddy...so lets go...
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I believe I shall join the "Seeking" part of this crowd, for a short while anyway. I have recently purchased yet another house. I would like a live in slave girl. one who is 30+, has some meat on the bones without being obese. Someone who has read my profile and can deal with me continuing to do what I have done. you will have your own car, as well as an allowance. Should you wish a part time job as well, I would allow it, just so long as it didn't interfere with your service of me.
This is for a live in position only. I don't really care where you're from, as long as your from within the continental 48 states, and relocatable sometime within the next 8 months.
you will NOT get my pics until after we have spoken on the phone. When I say speak, I do not mean phonesex. Yes, I will want to see pics of you however. I know, double standards suck.
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It has been some time...
Things have been a roller coaster for me lately. My wife, after initially becoming a collared/contracted slave, started regretting her decision. she told me first she loses me, then her dignity, then her freedom. What more? However, after a longer period of time, she began to settle in. My other subs, with the exception of two, have all been dismissed. The remaining two are now best friends with eachother and my wife, and visit often for lunches and sleepovers and the like. Its always funny to watch three girls tease me about my oddities. Now, how one son of a bitch got this lucky, I don't know. But to those who are aspiring; listen carefully.
The gym. Yes, you'll need it. No, no one loves you for who you are, they can't see your mind in the dark, and that's where the strongest connection occurs. Plus who wants an owner who can't own himself.
Drive. Be going to school, work, whatever. Better yourself. Work a couple hours later than usual every day. You'll find that in a year you'll be better off than what you thought you would be.
Stability. Good stable or bad stable, every woman wants a man who is unwavering.
Remember, gentlemen, what you are trying to do is give this woman someone she can't live without, someone who cannot be replicated in his entirety, and someone she can worship from head to toe. Its really not that hard. Stop bitching. Start moving.
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I believe Norman Rockwell said that you don't need a new location, just a new perspective.
I've been busy with work lately. So busy that I haven't had time for my normal office sluts to come over. There's just something hot about being able to call up a girl, tell her to show up, and have her show up and be on her knees in a moment. However, one night this week I came home to my main house and wife and found something new. It was late, I walked upstairs and climbed into bed, and my wife stirred beside me. There was something odd about her movements. I pulled the covers back and she was laying there, bound. It was a sloppy getup, and she had obviously done it herself. she looked up at me and whispered, asking me to keep her. I liked pets, obviously, so please make her one.
Long story short, she knew much more than i gave her credit for. Much more. she cried as she lay there, telling me how sorry she was that she had let me slip away. Telling me that if I wanted a slave, I could have anyone that I wanted just so long as she was my main one. Eventually I fell asleep holding her, feeling confusion unlike any I'd experienced ever. I woke up and wondered if it was a dream, before she put her mouth over my cock to "please her new owner".
I have no idea of where this story goes from here. My wife and I enjoyed our time together for the first time in years. I still have all my pets. Everything is on the table with her now. she is also a contracted slave.
So, a toast to new beginnings. A toast to where they take you. And, most importantly, a toast to who goes there with you.
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ignorance is probably my best friend. my wife doesn't know what i do for the simple reason that she has no interest in it. back when i first started, i was actually working 15 hour days. i'd leaver early and return late. so now she assumes that whatever i'm doing, its working. she has her 350z, as well as her armada (she has a nissan fetish). she has her own credit card(s). what does she care? the only reason i know shes not cheating on me is because i do care. there are cameras. i monitor her credit cards. gps on her cars.
if i caught infidelity on her part, i would divorce her in a new york minute. i suppose its only a matter of time, and the proper length of rope to hang herself.
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I read one time that the easiest way to detect if the man was cheating on someone with you was the absence of friends. I fixed that by coming up with a wing man. Take Bill, a vanilla gentleman who's the tender age of 38. Has a wife, whom he loves dearly, and two children. We differ in the respect that he loves his wife dearly, but 'can't eat the same thing every night'. I believe that he is simply lying to himself, but it really doesn't matter. As long as I have his company to show, and his mouth shut afterwords. Usually he'll borrow one of my cars, either the Tahoe or the Silverado (the Tahoe has to be cleaned thoroughly following), and show up after I've initially met the girl for the second or third date. He shows up and gives her this grin (I taught him well) and says something to the effect of 'so here she is!' and puts in some random compliment. He would have either brought his date, or she would have brought a friend for him. Either way, he has seductive powers beyond what I've seen and somehow or another the Tahoe always needs shampooing.
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Valentines day is what I look at to be a tactical success. For starters, I had to sate my wife, so she and I went out to a wonderful breakfast. I had gotten her a cheapish diamond necklace. It was too bad that I had to work at the office upstate to make sure things were ready for monday, wasnt it?
Lunch time rolled around, and it found me picking up a particular asain girl. she's cute, just a little naive. For some reason she thinks that every 'single' 30's+ man is seeking a wife as desperately as she is. However this makes her better in bed, so it got her a spot on my valentines day. I gave her a gift certificate to victoria secret, so this present should come back to me. We went back to her place, where I made her get on her knees and service me. It always has turned her on when I make her do things like that. A reminder of her place.
Last but not least, the day ended with the babygirl. I have this particular girl right now who really enjoys age regression. she's older than I am, but that doesnt matter, she has no problem slipping into my arms in public and calling me Daddy. she wears a collar and all and all is probably the most serious thing I have going. she got a bracelet that had 'Daddy's babygirl' engraved on the inside, and afterwords we went shopping at Fredricks.
3 women, 2 blow jobs, one night of fantastic sex.
now THAT is how you do V'Day
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A question I have often wondered is; why do people lie to themselves? Why do we come up with terminations such as 'subjective morality' and call it 'enlightenment'? Forgive me, right is right and wrong is wrong. I have fast cars. I enjoy driving them quickly. I have an illegal radar detector. Now I could argue that if I'm driving safely then I'm not actually doing anything wrong. Or that cops drive faster than the speed limit at whim and will so again, I'm not actually doing anything wrong. I could come up with a world of excuses as to why what I'm doing is not wrong. Wake up. Its illegal to have those devices and its illegal to drive that fast. Does that make it wrong? Yes. Will I do it anyway? Yes. Why are people such cowards that they cannot admit to their own selves that what they do is wrong? Why lie to yourself?
So go kill a fetus, its not alive therefore not wrong. Go drink and drive. You handle your liquer really well, so its not wrong. Go have unprotected sex, it feels better that way so its not wrong. Go make up more excuses, because as long as you have one, you cant do anything wrong. |
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I attended a party last night. It was about 4 hours from home, and I enjoyed it. I brought my new camaro and no chick. However, something odd befell me. I watched a boy, no more than 20, wander past a table and empty a vial of some liquid into a drink that was sitting there. I knew what he was doing, but decided to let things play out. Normally I pride myself on being heartless as it lets me run my businesses with efficiency. However, my gaze kept returning to the mug and a part of me hoping that the cup was abandoned for the evening. However I found distractions with a particularly well endowed blonde girl who had a thing for cars that could do better than 140 mph. However it came down to this. I spied who owned the little red cup and she began to sip from it. The person who had emptied the container was flirting heavily with her while she drank. In the end, he decided to 'help' her to her car, with no one else really caring. I watched them leave and did nothing. I returned to the blonde. However I couldn't stand it for very long, and left about a minute after they did. My young friend was trying to put her into his car despite her weak struggles. He turned around to see me standing there with a .357 pointed at his face.
Why I did that, I know not. I have seen so many girls high as kites been taken advantage of, yet for some reason I intervened for this girl. Perhaps its because this was none of her doing, instead of smoking whatever the herb was when it came to the others.
I drove a long 4 hours home that night, without getting what I came for. I have yet to decide if I am upset about that or not.
However, there are always busty blondes who like middle aged men with hard chests and fast cars.
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Amateurs! OMG do any of the Dom's on this site get laid? I've been going from profile to profile, reading the doting ones, the cruel ones, the almost kinkless ones, but no one seems to know what the hell their doing! I read and I think "Its a bad day to have a penis".
However, its a worse day to be a Domme. They call men worms then think they're going to get someone of quality. I see the brains they think with.
And beyond that, I dont care who you are or what you think, you can ALWAYS bring out the submissive side of a woman.
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My worst enemy: the gut feeling. Don't ask me what it is, as there are as many explanations for this as there are people, but for some strange reason people's sub conscience can pick up on other people better than with words spoken. My charms and wit and money don't stand up when a girl looks at me and says "I have a bad feeling about you...." Teasing her doesn't work, playing innocent doesn't work, nothing does.
Now I'm a lucky SOB that most women will follow their minds and hearts over their intuition.
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Lies.
Lies are not simple things, but there are things that simplify them. For instance, keep them close to the truth. "The best lies contain a shred of truth". Remember, lies are something you will have to remember again and again, keeping your story straight through a half dozen situations. However, every so often you'll stumble anyway. poor women, all it takes is my disarming grin. I learned long ago the difference between being caught and smiling nervously, and smiling confidently. The worst thing you can do is stutter. If you stutter, break eyecontact, TOUCH YOUR FACE, make it seem like nothing, or anything like that, you'll be caught. So, best thing to do is turn and look at the girl and somehow turn it on her. There are too many variations of this to give a good example though, but I'll try.
For instance, i told her (whoever she is) I was going to be working, and the next day I slip and tell her golfing (a lie from another senario) was fun. Wait, wasn't I gonna be working? Yes. I was working. Lots of business deals are signed on the golf course. Hasn't she ever gone to dinner with a boss or someone in the company and gotten further with an issue? Oh, well, remember that then....
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With each girl, the story is different. My most common lie is the closest thing to the truth. I simply say I've divorced my ex wife and now we live in the same house but in separate rooms. That way I don't have to give up my hard work. It amazes me how many women accept this at face value. Are they trusting? or simply uncaring? In the end, it really doesn't matter. I get a hotel room for us, take what I want, whisper what they want to hear, and am gone. The next night "I'm too busy with work to see you", and there is yet another girl and another hotel room.
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So, I have 3 companies, all of which make me a decent amount of money. I travel from one end of the state to the other doing them, so I have a decent amount of time away from my wife. To start off, marrying her was a mistake that came from an unplanned pregnancy. However, if we divorce, she gets half of everything and I'm just not willing to part with all my hard work. Now, this is where craigslist comes in so wonderfully handy. Sometimes I'll advertise myself as the doting Daddy Dom. Other times I'll talk about making a girl my b**ch. Either way the replies come in. I'll start off with my first encounter. The sex with the wife had gotten old. And since she knows she has me by the REAL balls (the ones that stay in the bank account), she has made no attempt at firing it up. So I stepped onto that aforementioned site and ran up my old fantasies. "hello, I'm single. I'd like to meet you for coffee to see if we match, but after that I would like to roleplay with you. Obedience in all things is what you need, but after that our imaginations are the limit". Okay so it was a bit more in depth than that but whatever.
Meeting this woman was the most amazing thing. We had coffee, and our first roleplay involved me picking her up like some stray hooker, then 'raping' her in the back of my car. she was so nervous but I tackled her anyway, and began tying her up, telling her that she wasnt worth the money she was trying to get from me, slapping her, everything.
Afterwords, I went home to my wife, said work was awesome, and I was tired so good night. That one day was the beginning of so much more....
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