True mercy consists of unrelenting discipline and punishment. Stern treatment would speed his acceptance of his new slave life.

Benefits of Chastity and Teasing

1. To be more attentive to a partner or dominant
2. To increase sexual tension
3. To feel controlled
4. A feeling of 24/7 bondage
5. To avoid masturbation
6. To save sexual energy for a partner
7. To heighten awareness of denied sexual relief and pleasure
8. To refocus sexual behavior towards a specific act (such as intercourse) and/or away from another (such as solitary masturbation)
9. To increase one’s sex drive
10. To feel a powerful sense of belonging
11. To enjoy greater pleasure by waiting

Should all enslaved male creatures have their testicles removed?

Lack of testosterone will make a male more easily feminized. So it may be ideal for sissy slaves.

It will be an irrevocable statement of the male’s status as chattel. An inferior creature even more diminished.

If you enjoy making a man eat his own sperm that entertainment will no longer be possible.

His muscular power will diminish. This would be unwelcome in a slave employed in hard labor.

In removing the scrotal sac a sadist loses the most fit part of a male for torture. Testicle torment is a sport rich in variety.

You have to weigh the options if you are thinking seriously about castrating a male slave.

What do You think?

Have you read, "Wheat Belly?"

Why would you or anybody want to own another?   Which characterization, found below, do you \identify with?  Do you have thoughts to add?

1. I don't want to; I have to.
2. To use someone till there is no more to use.
3. Because my sense of spirit/soul says I need to own someone.
4. To use someone for personal service: for chores, cleaning, cooking and sex.
5. Because it excites me erotically.
6. Because I don't know what else to do with my life.
7. To take out my anger issues and my dissatisfaction with life and myself out on someone.
8. To deeply bond with someone.
9. To take responsibility for someone.
10. For a sense of power and control.
11. To aid someone in becoming all he or she can be.
12. To make me feel tough and worthy, high and mighty.
13. To reunite with someone in soul or spirit.
14. Because I am in love with that person.
15. Because I feel that person is a part of myself.
16. For intimacy.
17. Because the one to be owned is worthless anyway.
18. Because it is my purpose in this life, it is a role I have been given by God.

Have you read "The China Study?"

As a slave i have answered in a positive fashion to most and emotionally to all of the following.  What is Your opinion as an Owner?

As a slave do you believe:

1. That Slavery is still relevant too societies in this modern day world that we live in?

2.  That certain types of people have a legitimate right to actually own certain types of inferior entities within society has their legal property in perpetuity?

3.  That the One you serve is naturally superior to your inferior self with all your heart and soul in sincerity?

4. That you have an overwhelming and compelling desire to become the actual legal property via existing power exchange enactments of a Dominant?

5. That  you are possessed of what is often termed both the slave mindset and psyche and are therefore obsessed with surrendering yourself irrevocably into the ownership of one or more Dominant?

6. That you feel out of place not being owned and does exposure to freedom actually pollute your psyche and deplete your natural submission?

7. That no Slave once owned can continue to be regarded has a human person and must be thought of as a Livestock Beast that is mere owned property to be directed and controlled?

8. That all slaves once owned forgo any and all entitlement to any freedom whatsoever nor any human rights or civil liberties since they are just a Livestock Beast?

9. That a Slave once owned must forgo forever any further contact with family and friends and devote itself in its entirety to serving and obeying its owner has her owned property without distraction?

10. That a Slave once owned shall be devoid of clothing or wear clothing has directed by its owner at any given time?

11. That a Slave once owned must wear shackles at appropriate times has directed by its owner?

12. That a Slave once owned shall wear a locked Slave Collar with electric control device attached so as to facilitate control?

13. That a Slave once owned shall be kept in a state of locked chastity restraint has a matter of routine unless the owner wishes to facilitate utilization of her Masculine Organs?

14. That a Slave once owned should be marked on its servile anatomy with its owners designated insignia?

15. That a Slave once owned shall at all times be spoken to, thought of and treated has a Slave Livestock Beast?

16. That a Slave once owned shall not be shown any kindness or compassion whatsoever except for that which is essential for its health maintenance protection?

17. That a Slave once owned shall never be given any praise, thanksgiving or reward for its servile labor because of its nonentity status as a Livestock Beast?

18. That a Slave once owned shall be kept in locked confinement be it a cage, cell or room, when it is resting from its labors overnight or at such other determined times?

19. That a Slave once owned shall sign any and all legal documents that can formally bind it to its owner in irrevocable slavery has her Subject property?

20. That a Slave once owned shall be required to sacrifice itself regularly in the endurance of prolonged and severe painful suffering for its owner’s direct personal benefit and wellbeing?

Has anyone reading this had experience with, "Divine Reading?"

"A Master’s Word is part of a divine teaching, and to read this Word requires the practice of Divine Reading. To an owned slave the Master is that godly figure: someone to be revered, adored, worshiped and respected, and any word emanating from the Master is seen to be of divine providence and needs to be read as such. A slave should perfect the art of Divine Reading whenever given a text, edict, instruction or any other form of written word produced by his Master." *

This practice requires an altered state of consciousness.  Have you exercised this with any one?  What are your thoughts on this idea?

* tpeMaster.com

Face slapping:

A smack to the face is not meant to inflict a lot of pain, rather, humiliate the husband in a way that shows him who is boss, and he better behave. To have the husband stand at attention, with his hands behind his back, (holding her rings), being slapped repeatedly, gives the wife immediate discipline at the moment it is needed. It can also be used to let him know more serious discussions will follow when more time is available. Caution should always be taken, never with the palm so much as with the fingers, and about a foot swing approximately, and maybe this technique should be practiced somewhat. Like I said before, it is used more for effect and dominance than for pain. I did see a web site somewhere that dealt with face slapping but don't remember. One of the books in the magazine section, might even be the one by Keri Pentauk, deals with face slapping. 

So, what do you think about the subject?  i would love to have your views.

Here is a story i wrote sometime ago.  Please, if You are Dominant, does the idea expressed in this story please You?  Would You enjoy exercising such power over me?

1st Meeting

Dark;

 There is no seeing.

 Then there is the numbness in my arms.

 Something is covering my eyes and I can not raise my hands to my face.

 My hands are fixed behind my back.  I move my hands around my back; no clothes.  At least I can find no shirt or pants.  As my hands roam around they find only naked skin on my back and butt.

 Confusion;

 Reality is fuzzy,

 My mind, like my eyes, will not focus.

 I can smell; my nose works.

 It would seem I am in a barn.

 I feel the need to urinate.  Then I discover my ankles are tied together.

 Straw, I seem to be bedded in straw.  I struggle to me knees on the straw.  I spread my knees and urinate.  Relief; what a good feeling letting go is.  This is the best I have felt since cloudy awareness emerged in my cognition. 

 My head is yanked up by my hair.  I feel a pair of hands messing around my throat.  The collar grips my neck snuggly but I can still breathe.

 Someone has pushed me over.  My urine now tickles out on my leg.  No voices; no one speaks to me.

 I feel hands fussing with the bonds at my ankles.  My ankles are freed. 

 What is that smell?  Tobacco; at least one of the two is a tobacco user.

 The strong smelling user is very near me.  Rough hands; hands of callous grip my arms.

 Two, one on each side of me, pull me to my feet by my upper arms.

 My bare feet feel straw, soft and springy, under them as I am marched along.  I realize that although I am naked; I am warm.  Now I feel sun on my body.

 I hear a click and, almost immediately, I am hoisted up by my collar.  Tip-toes; barely balancing I stand.

My mind is just starting to compare this warmth with my last recollection of weather as I feel the shock.  Cold water steals the warmth of the sun from my body. 

 I feel the spray of water travel all over my body.  Some one with rough hands pulls my ass cheeks apart and I feel the water spray up me.

 The ablution stops.  I am left to dry in the sun; left tethered by my collar.

 Now some of the confusion in my brain begins to abate.  I am able to compare this warmth with where I was before the blackness; before that empty time started that ended with the sound of animals and the feel of straw under me. 

 Warmth was coming from a cup of coffee between my palms and a cashmere sweater around my shoulders.  Outside the window of the little café fog was freezing on the street.  I took another sip of the coffee and then…..

 And now, here I am.

 I wonder if my team mates have missed me.  I wonder if I have missed any games.

 Some one must have decided I was dry because I was taken down and pulled along by my collar on what I guess would be a leash.

 There was no way for me to be sure, but from the straw under me I guessed I had been returned to the same barn. 

 Still I could not see and no one spoke so my hearing was tuned to the soft tread of my handlers on straw and the occasional animal sounds near me.

 The one with tobacco odor pulled me to my knees and then to the wall of my space.  Dragged along on hands and knees with a side of my body rubbing the rough planks of the wall we explored.  Here a door, there a pan, that had contained liquid but I tipped over and in a corner a bucket.  My head was forced down into it and from the smell; I could determine this to be for my body waste.

 Crawling, my thirst has become quite insistent.  I thought of the pan that had contained liquid.  Was this my watering place? 

 I heard the run of water into a metal pan.  I felt my head forced down.  I was now able to lap up water.  Like a dog; but without that animal’s most efficient appendage, I watered myself. 

 I heard the soft steps on straw as the tobacco user left.  I struggled to get to my feet only to find I was tethered by my collar.  It was not a long enough leash to allow me to stand; I could but crawl.

 Later, how long I do not know, Tobacco returned.  He, I think it was a he as no female I have ever known had such rough hands, jerked me to my lead.  Tugging me forward we went out into the warm sun again.

 I stood and waited.  Still no spoken direction; but, a prod at my backside propelled me forward.  I went as prodded and stopped only to be motivated forward again.  It became clear to me I was to keep moving unless stopped.

 My lead seemed tethered in one place so I found myself moving in what seemed to be a circle.  At the same time I heard a loud, “crack,” I felt a rush of air near my ass.  My god, I thought, some one is snapping a whip near me.  But, before the thought, I reflectively, jumped ahead. 

My nervous system seemed to cry out for information; how do I avoid that whip?  Before I had completed a strategy, I felt the whip bite. 

Now I was moving forward with purpose.  I was running.  Unfortunately I violated the circuit allowed by my tether and was snapped off my feet with a painful yank on my neck collar.  I struggled to my feet with only one crack of the whip that did not bite me.

Soon I discovered the solution; I was to run.  But not just run; but do so with a constant pressure on of the leash tugging on my collar so that I could maintain the circle without crashing to the ground.

Soon I was yanked to a stop and as earlier, hosed down.  The sun felt good as it dried my exhausted body.

Feeding occurred after the exercise.  Water for me to lap up and then I heard a plop of some thing in the plate.  I felt, what was probably the sole of a shoe, press down on the back of my head forcing my face into what had plopped.  It smelled vaguely familiar; that which my face had been pushed into.  As I ate, I tried to recall the odor.  Dog food; was what I was being fed.

Still no sight was allowed me and no voices were heard.  I tried to speak and shout.  The result: a gag forced in my mouth.  It stayed for a long time; long enough to get used to the foul taste and the jaw popping size.

Thinking: my faculties returned in fits and starts.  Images flashed through my mind, the coffee shop of my last free time, the view out the window of that warm place and the young blond woman that passed by in a cloud of breath condensing and probably freezing in air. 

Then cognition:  Wondering how I managed to be here, wondering about who might have engineered such transportation and who might have the power in today’s world abduct me and keep me here?

My mind begins to focus on that, “Who.”  There creeps into my consciousness a kind of admiration for the power, influence and control.  I had not thought of being in the power and control of one who might perpetrate abduction such as I am experiencing. 

So now, rather than being totally preoccupied with thoughts of why and how do I get out of this, I begin to focus on the “Who.”  My curiosity was inflamed with a growing desire to please this person who I was becoming to feel as, “omnipotent.”

I tried to speak one more time with the same results.  From the gagging I learned to keep as silent as my keepers.

Much time passed.  Several trips out and back from exercising.  Many times on my knees face in a bowl for food or water.  Many times awakened with a prod to my body by what I suspect was the toe of a boot.  But, more impressively, was the preoccupation in my mind with thoughts of who the omnipotent was that so controlled my existence.

And then it happened.

I felt myself being positioned on my knees kneeling up but then bent from the waist.  My face was forced into the straw as though I was to be fed, but only straw greeted my nose and mouth. 

It was not clear to me how vulnerable this position made my ass until the first lash fell.  I started to rise up from surprise as much as from the pain, but, with what I imagined a boot sole on the back of my head my face was pressed firmly into the barn floor. 

I found myself in great physical pain and mental turmoil as the lashes fell repeatedly on my upturned ass.

Then I was jerked up by my hair; kneeling erect the blind fold was removed.

As a slave, nothing in life is more rewarding than pleasing a Superior.

i have been thinking about sensory deprivation and how it may be used to induce enculturation.  That is, how me as a slave can be lead to a more complete asset to an Owner.  The principal seems interesting.  However, i have no experience with the application of sensory deprivation to psychological an behavioral change.

Any thoughts?   

i just noticed a strange thing.  Listed under new users twelve of the 14 were Female Dommes under 25 years old.  (One of them was 26, but You get the idea.)

Maybe, there should be an effort to sort out the phony "Dommes" from the real.  i bet there are Dommes out there that agree with my sentiment.

"Obedience is the goal. Practiced constantly, it is the only mentality and thought, that will allow a potential slave to develop into its slavery. A slave's only pleasure is from obeying."

Howard Green

"Obedience induced by fear is temporary, devotion induced by love is eternal." -- unknown

From Sir Tim's profile:

"submission is not a gift. It is a need that requires an exchange of power to be fulfilled."

What do You think, please?

i heard from the Domme in Atlanta.  Here is what She said, "As I said at the airport, it was wonderful meeting you, James.  You are a very nice, respectful, attractive, easy-to-be-with gentleman--exactly the person I expected you to be.  I can't say, though, that there was a compelling M/s connection.  The mystery of chemistry will always be mysterious to me and, in addition to many other things, you are certainly deserving of my being forthcoming in my thinking."

i am sad.  However, it was a good experience.

james

She drove a Cement Truck for a living.

How did I first meet her?  I do not remember.  What I remember is how big, not fat, she was.  She had huge biceps, certainly bigger than mine.  I remember her look.  Her eyes were a little small for her face but they seemed to pierce my flesh like needles.

She stood solid like a tree trunk.  I suppose she would be called “butch.”

I guess I do not remember much about her, actually nothing, until she pronounced me hers’.   That is, in my apartment (no I do not remember how she got there) standing in front of me as I sat in my green recliner she said, “you are mine.”  Not would you like to be or would it not be nice if, but, “you are mine.”

When she said, “you are mine,” to me I just sort of curled up inside.  I did not say “go to hell” or “no way” or even, “excuse me?”  I sort of went numb.  Today, I would know I had entered sub-space.  Back then I entered confusion.

She pulled me out of my green recliner and kissed me.  I sort of melted into her rather large chest.  When she pushed her tongue into my mouth I sucked gently on it.

Then, in my apartment, she guided me by holding my upper arm to my bedroom.  If I had resisted or even if I had said, “please don’t,” maybe I could make a case for rape.  However, that submissive side of me just loved the whole thing while my ego fought for my male pride and dignity.  Male pride and dignity lost. 

After I found her cigarettes and lit one for her at her direction of course she explained the relationship she had planned for us. 

Now writing here, in this venue as a declared s-type, I wish I could relate a wonderful D/s romance.  That is not what happened.  After she left I resolved that my male image of myself was more important than feeding my subby side.  I think if she had been a beautiful centerfold type, I would have welcomed the romance.  As it was, I found ways to extricate myself after a couple more adventures with her from the relationship.

Back then, I thought I had struck a blow for my male being.  Today I think I was quite stupid and self-deluding.

What do your think?

A real slave would of allowed the Mistress to castrate him for it was her desire to do so. A submissive would of left.  i was told this by a Dominant that i respect.  Please, does this fit Your distinction between slave and submissive?

A couple days ago a stranger, a woman, stopped her car by me as i walked home from the gym.  She said to me, "get in." 

No this is not a fantasy although it could be.  This actually happened to me.

"Get in," she said and i did.  Now getting into a strange person's car is not a good idea.  However, my poor subby brain submits to direction readily.  In addition or maybe in rationalization i thought maybe She has seen me on Collar me and is ready to take Ownership or at least get to know me.

Unfortunatly, she seemed to just want company and had reduced her inhabitions with a little alcohol.

Sigh, life goes on and the need continues.

"Lately, a new sensation had come over him, something he had not expected in his blossoming relationship with Kim: Fear!  Yes, he was drawn hypnotically, erotically to her.  Now he found himself obeying her out of fear.  The fear had two dimensions.  One was basic fear of her punishments, which he had come to learn could be very harsh.  However, the overriding fear was in letting her down, or seeing her displeased.  It was perverse, he knew—after all what about his own feelings? Had they no place, no importance?  Instead, he catered to Kim’s desires, obeyed her… wanting to please her."

The Training and Education of a husband (or slave)*

By Patricia de Gifford founder of OWK

The book covers finding, selecting, sorting applicants and training a slave/husband.  The small section I have chosen for your review and comment is from the early stages of establishing the Owner/slave relationship.

Please, what are your ideas and reactions?

Pg 110

You must never come to the first date.

When you meet or hear from your suitor the next time, make a very OUTRAGED face and indicate that he failed to appear in the place agreed for the date.  You must use your bit of acting so that the blame for the failed date rests entirely and solely with him. Let him send apologies and flowers far at least a fortnight and only then concede to another date. This is how to control your relationship from its very start.

When your (partner) gets use to your lack of punctuality, come on time once.  Come ten minutes earlier. An let him try and come half a minute late!

Show him your disregard for punctuality also on other occasions. If you have agreed that he picks you up at your home at five sharp to take you to dinner, start making yourself ready at five only.  Tell him you would be some time and have him waiting for you.

Always keep him waiting outside the house.

It can never happen that he would ring the bell after an hour asking you to hurry up.  (if he does) tell him you have no business going to a dinner with the kikes of him and that he may go home.  There will be no chicanery from him.  You may rest assured that nothing like it is likely to happen again even if you get hem waiting outdoors for three hours.  Even safer you are if you remain ice cold for a week and make him to apologize formally.

Whatever disregard for punctuality you show the partner (or prospective slave) may never point this out to you under any circumstances whatsoever – the fact that you agreed to meet him is such an honour for him that any late comings must be silently and obediently tolerated.

*Book was written in German so some translation problems may exist.

slave control protocol & rituals:

Owner did differentiate between punishment and discipline.  

It is Her opinion that discipline is ongoing and can be both reward and Chastisement. It also can be used simply for Owners’ entertainment. It is tailored to a slave's tolerances.

Punishment can (and should) be avoided. It will be designed to the slave's worst fears and will only be meted out for the most grievous infractions. A slave will only be punished for violating one of the six rules.

Rules (breaking a rule requires punishment):

1.      A slave will always obey.

2.      A slave speaks only if spoken to. If it needs to ask a question, it will kiss Mistress' feet and wait on its knees to be given permission to speak. A slave should always ask if it is not sure what Mistress prefers rather than make a mistake and incur her wrath.

3.      A slave must always speak in a calm, soft voice to its Mistress. (Never speaking, the slave, loud or fast, unless there is a dire emergency.) A slave must NEVER talk back to Mistress, argue with Her or speak in a sarcastic tone of voice.

4.      A slave is never permitted to cry out. If it can't avoid doing so, it will beg Mistress to gag it. If a slave is bound and cannot kiss Mistress' feet to ask for permission to speak, it may beg for a gag rather than cry out.

5.      A slave is not permitted to masturbate or have any kind of sexual release unless Mistress gives it permission.

6.      A slave does not leave Mistress home unless to do Her bidding and then only with permission and with complete understanding of its instructions.

7.      A slave must never lie to its Mistress. Even if telling the truth will result in discipline, a slave must always tell its Mistress the truth, not just what it thinks She wants to hear.

Protocols (not following protocol requires discipline)

1.      Every privilege Mistress grants a slave, whether it be kissing Her feet, licking Her ass or being lucky enough to receive discipline or punishment from Mistresses requires that a slave say "thank You, Mistress." Any opportunity to serve in any way is a privilege and should be acknowledged with gratitude.

2.      A slave must always remember that it exists solely for the pleasure and comfort of its Owner. A slave must be humble and abject before its Mistress, at all times. A slave's goal in life is to anticipate Mistress's needs--before they become needs, before She knows them Herself--and being there to provide whatever it is She may require.

3.      If slave is ever in public with Mistress, it will be deferential, attentive, and respectful, but not obviously submissive. it will not call her Mistress in public. it will always walk slightly behind, except when approaching a door which it will, of course, open.

4.      While in Mistress's presence in Her home, a slave's head must never be higher than its Mistress's, except in the actual performance of a task that requires it for him to properly administer to Her needs.

5.      A slave is not to meet Mistresses eyes unless it is specifically told to do so. Eyes should be down toward Mistress feet, where a slave belongs.

6.      A slave is not allowed to use any of the furniture.

7.      A slave will make extra effort to maintain silence whenever Mistress is on the telephone so that party the with whom She is speaking will not know someone else is in Her home. Any information a slave learns about Mistress from overhearing her conversations or being in her house will, of course, be kept in strict confidence.

8.      A slave is not permitted to have an erection without permission.

Rituals (not observing rituals requires discipline)

1.      A slave opens doors for its Mistress and waits until She is completely through before following.

2.      When Mistress returns home, a slave will bow and kiss each of Mistresses feet, and thank Her for allowing it the honor of serving Her. It will take anything she is carrying and set it down, remove her coat if She is wearing one and hang it up then, remove her shoes and replace them with the appropriate slippers. At its earliest opportunity, slave will inspect shoes and either wipe them clean with a soft cloth or polish them if they need it and put them away.

3.      When Mistress leaves home, a slave will bow and kiss each of Mistresses feet, and thank Her for allowing it the honor of serving Her. It will exchange Her slippers for the shoes She chooses, and put on the coat She chooses if required, and give Her, Her handbag and make sure She has anything else She requires.

4.      Before slave departs to perform tasks on Mistress' behalf, it is to kiss each of Mistresses feet and thank Her for the privilege of serving Her. It then will put on its clothing and its shoes before going out the door. It will always make sure the door is locked when it leaves.

5.      When slave returns home from performing tasks on Mistress' behalf it will remove its shoes and clothing and then find Mistress, bow, kiss each of Her feet, and thank Her for allowing it the honor of serving Her.

6.      When Mistress summons Her slave, the slave enters the room where Mistress is and kisses Mistresses feet until Mistress acknowledges its presence.

7.      When a slave is required to leave a room in which Mistress is present, it must back away, head slightly bowed, for at least three steps, before turning to walk away.

8.      When Mistress walks into a room where Her slave is working and approaches it, it will fall to its knees and bow its head to Her feet, kissing them and awaiting Mistress' instructions.

9.      If slave is finished with its assigned work, it will wait on its knees where Mistresses can see it is available to perform other chores for her.

10.     If someone unexpectedly comes to the door, the slave will make sure it can not be seen before Mistress answers it, preferably hiding upstairs, until Mistress is through with the caller. If anyone comes into the house at Mistress invitation, slave will be hidden in the upstairs hall bathroom; if Mistress doesn't hide slave in the bathroom, slave is to assume guest(s) also are Masters/Mistresses and should respect them accordingly. If slave is instructed by Mistress to answer the door and admit Her guest, it will hide itself behind the front door while the door is open. it will bow and welcome the Master/Mistress to Mistress' home, take His/Her coat if it is wearing one and hang it up.

11.     After attending to Mistresses pleasure during Her meal, slave will ask if it should put Mistress' leftovers away for storage or if it is permitted to place them in slave's bowl. Then it will request permission to eat its meal. (If leftovers are to be stored, once they are put away, slave is permitted to ask Mistress if it may eat and what.) A slave eats from its bowl on the floor, or directly from scraps Mistress throws on the floor.

12.     slave will drink filtered tap water from its bowl.

13.     A slave will only use the hall bathroom and will never close the door to that bathroom except when it is being hidden from Mistress' guests.

Well, there it is; one Owners' expressed regime of service for this slave.  Of course my goal was to accept and adhere to Her desire and pleasure and i did my best.  Looking back it seems too much yet it was one of the best experiences as a slave i have ever had.

What do You think?  Please ask questions of me if You have them.

james 

Scolding and Crying

It has crossed my mind that i might cut my hair.  i had sort of thought that it might be cut on orders of an Owner.  Obviously, if an Owner prefered long hair a crew cut would not be attractive.

What do You think?

 It is a strange dance we do.  You needing to lead; I needing to be led. You knowing I need to submit; I knowing you need to express your domination.  You might be unsure of the meaning of what you are; I unsure of where you might lead.  You may be unsure of when you are what; I unsure of when and how to compliment the dynamic between us.

And yet this dance would tend to flow naturally to the music of each others physical presence, if we were physically together.  The subtle clues that give personal communication substance are not available in the single dimension of the written word.  Nor are the clues sufficient with voice only parley.  We can not begin to surmount the problems of a dance not done every day with curtailed opportunity to express ourselves.  We, each of us, needs the slightly narrowed eye of skepticism to temper the spoken agreement; need the slight curl of the lip of amusement to mellow the intensity; tenseness of the brow in tentative anxiety to soften the blow; stiffening of posture in mild apprehension to shorten the term.

Nor do we have the embrace of presence or arms; the warm humanness of tender collusive embrace.  The knowing of physical presence that adds to the conclusion that I will be there for you and you for me.  The reassurance that, warm and fuzzy, takes us to the womb of security.

The miles that separate us keep us from most all of the above save the limited spoken or written word.  I write this in an attempt to cheat the distance of geography and take you to my heart.  In spite of the fact you can not smell my smell nor feel the strength of my arm these things have the probability of being with you.  It would be a shame if we did not do what we could to explore them; these, and other, things.

I will resist the temptation to go into the D/s scene rapidly.  I know you are a novice or nearly so; you have told me often and well. I, like others, tend to hear and see those things I want to hear and see.  I might tend to see you, as our communications progresses, as much further into D/s then you really are and thereby cheat both of us of the sweet taste of youth unfolding.  You are, in all probability, metaphorically a baby in the scene.  I must patiently enjoy your personal trip of discovery and accomplishment.  I must not rush too quickly along with expectation.  We both would lose.

The music of this dance is not totally known to us.  Yet the compass we share, have shared from early on, leads us on to realizations.  The music can only be heard when we manage the dance.  Unlike the dance of feet and limbs where the tempo is heard, this is a dance of long denied needs and unmet longings that set the tempo.  Frequently we do not even recognize we are dancing until after the music has stopped.  Such is the visceral nature of what we do.

Enough of this esoterica; I propose we do meet and meet as friends who know only part of our reason for being friends.  I propose that we have no greater expectation of the meeting than the touch, smell and see of two people who share possibilities.

What do you think?

james