Laro

                          The Other Face of This Life

Your standing at the kitchen sink peeling potatoes for dinner.  Knife in one hand, potato in the other.  As you look out the window, you hear the back door open and hear as I walk into the room, and the sound of my boots as they strike the floor.  I walk up behind you and take you in my arms, as you drop your hands that are peeling the potato.  I slide my hands under your shirt, and run them over your swelling breasts as you lay your head back against me.  I undo the clasp in the front of your bra and squeeze together your swollen breasts.  I hear your breathing quicken as I knead and pinch your nipples.  I turn you around and bend down to take your nipple into my mouth as I pull at your tit flesh.  The first drops of milk coat my lips as I take your teat into my mouth and begin to feed eagerly at your breast.  Your head falls back and you lean back onto the sink as I pull and milk you.  You drop the potato into the sink and wrap your arm around my head as I continue feeding. 

Its later in the dark of night that I again direct your movements.  While we lie in the darkness I direct your hands, hips, and mouth to areas of my body that I wish you to pleasure.  Your body is for me, my direct link to ecstasy.  I will use it for my pleasure, and I will avail myself of all you have to offer.  My appetite is insatiable, and you are my outlet.  What the rest of the world sees, is not what we share.  There in the dark, is truly what this lifestyle is about.  You the provider of comfort, passion and commitment.  I provide the direction, security and confidence. 

Apart, we are both one halves of a whole????..

?Please Dear, step on the scale,? I asked.  She looked down, unwilling to look at me.  She stepped up onto the scale and looked down at the numbers.  ?Please, tell me the weight.?  There was a long pause.  ?Please Dear, the weight.?  ?One???..forty????.sev?.ven.?  ?Repeat it please, was that??  Another uncomfortable long silence.  ?One forty seven,? her voice again trailed off at the end.  I looked at her directly, but she would not make eye contact.  ?Do you have your log??  She turned around and went and picked up the binder that held her daily food log.   I looked through the entries, and didn?t see anything unusual.  It appeared that she had been eating what she should be, yet she had gained 2 pounds.  As I looked at her, I could see a tear running down one cheek.  ?Do you have something to tell me, Little One??  ?I was out with my sister, when we all went out the other night, and I ate some things, I wasn?t supposed to Sir.?  She looked down and started to cry harder.  ?What kind of things Dear, and why aren?t they in your log??  ?I had some drinks, and ate a desert, after dinner.?  ?Why aren?t they in the log Little One??   Another long silence with sobbing in between.  ?Dear??  ?Because I knew you?d be mad.?

I can?t say I?m not surprised.  I am.  I?m not surprised that at times she will fail, or do things that I?m not pleased with.  We all do,  and she?s not any different.  What I am surprised about is the timing.  Yes, the timing. 

What is it about this, that?s unusual?  As always, her failure, is my fault.  Yes mine.  WHENEVER the submissive makes a mistake??..Its the fault of the Dominant.  I have not taken the time, corrected the mistakes, or given the direction necessary for the Sub???to want to follow so intently, that she doesn?t make mistakes.  She decided to eat the foods, forbidden.  She made the decision.  But I allowed her to get into a position where she could fail.  If I had been stronger??..If I had created a need for her to please me, if the rewards were such, that she couldn?t stand to fail, she wouldn?t have.  She failed through my weakness.  I didn?t do the things necessary for her to succeed.  I didn?t create in her the overwhelming need to please me, plain and simple. 

How do I fix my mistake?  I go back, and create the need in her to please me.  She has it naturally.  I?ve gone too fast, I?ve made a mistake, that?s given her the impression, that she can do ?what she wants.?  When the reward for doing my bidding,  completely outweighs the reward for doing her own, she?ll do mine.   I HAVE TO MAKE HER THINK ABOUT NOTHING BUT PLEASING ME, TO SUCCEED.  I can?t beat this into her, I can?t spank her and send her to bed with no dinner.  I must make the rewards for pleasing me so great, that she is unwilling to fail?????Like my Dad always said, simple, but not easy.

                  The King and his Castle

I guess its time to write my explanation  of how I see things as I was completely misunderstood yesterday by a young lady.  Because of the confusion I feel compelled to write this as I can?t stand to be misunderstood.  Disagree with me if you will, but please understand my position.

I am a King. Self proclaimed, but a King nonetheless. I have spent 50 years building myself and my castle.  I have worked very hard to acquire my castle and my Kingdom.  I am very happy with my life and situation. 

My Castle is different than most.  Its 50 years old now, and although in very good shape for its age, its still 50.  It is not your typical Castle being built out of rock and stone, but it is warmer being built out of somewhat softer materials.  It is still very strong and formidable, and offers protection to all in its confines.  My Castle is hand built by me, and I had no formal training in its construction.  There are many others that have been trained in construction of there domains, and that?s OK, its just not my style.  I have been trained by experience and trial and error.  I am a much better King now, than I was at 30. 

My Castle has 4 corners in its construction.  They are Honesty, Compassion, Truth, and Spirituality.  These are the rocks that my Castle is built on. They are unmoving, and in my world unchanging.  When I was 30, my Castle although formidable was different.  It was of a more contemporary style,  and was flashier, but wasn?t as strong.  I am very careful of who I let in my Castle. I have invited some to my Castle, and to tour its grounds, but they normally look at it from the outside.  It looks pretty good, strong and formidable, but not as fancy as some of the younger Castles. Its hard to see the true foundation, from the outside, or just how good the construction is.  What is plain to see is that this is a very strong structure, that although still has some flaws, isn?t going anywhere.  It will still be here 50 years from now, although not in its present shape.

The only thing missing from the picture, is the Princess.  Yes,  a Princess.  The King rules the Castle, but has a Princess in residence.  The King doesn?t need a Princess, he has servants to take care of all his needs.  Yes, all.  He has concubines for the bedroom, and maids for the cleaning and cooking.  He wants for nothing.  What he dreams of is a Princess, to take care of, and to nurture and Mentor.  What does he want in a Princess?  What does he seek? 

The Princess must possess certain qualities, and those cannot be changed.  She is of no certain age, and no certain style.  If she is younger and flashier, she still must have character, and quality.  The King has no interest in arm candy.  He is fully able to buy that.  If she is older, that?s fine but she must bring more experience, and more qualities than the younger flashier Princess.  They both must understand that they are subservient to the King in all things.  The King wants someone he can be proud of in all things.  He wants it understood that he is the King, and all who see them understand that his Princess would die for him if necessary.  He wants to be adored and revered in all things.  He understands he still has flaws, and will make mistakes, but his Princess will be at his side, throughout all life?s troubles and challenges.  He will Mentor her and she will constantly be improving, in taking care of the King and the Castle.  The Princess will be the Kings sexual outlet and will become proficient in all he wants.  This is clearly not the sole purpose of the Princess, and only one of her important duties.  The Princess need not be subservient to anyone, except the King.  She will run the day to day activities of the Castle and Domain, and with the overseeing of the King all he delegates to her.  The King is in no hurry, to find a Princess.  The kingdom is large and there are many areas to search.  This area is but one small corner of the kingdom, and the King has no time frame. 

Are there examples of Kings and Princesses that we can look for as examples?  Yes, of course there are.

The best example is Mary Collins.  She was born in 1956 in California to a Hobie Cat executive and hairdresser.  At 16 she started modeling and met her King, 30 years her senior. They started dating and moved to Germany together because she was only 16.  When she turned 18 they returned to the US and were married.  They were married in 1976 and remained married until her Kings death, in 1998.  She served him in everything and many called him a svengali because of the age difference.  She has never remarried,  although beautiful.  She has had offers and although dated has never found another she is willing to devote herself to.  The King left her his Kingdom and Castle, so she wants for nothing.  Her King renamed her after meeting her when she was 16.  We know her as Bo Derek. 

Now many think of Hugh Hefner as a King.  I don?t.  Although wealthy, he surrounds himself with women of little or no character.  He is more like the extremely wealthy court jester.  His Princesses have no qualities that a true King would appreciate.  They are simply concubines and not Princesses. 

How does the prospective Princess ever be invited to the Castle?  That?s an interesting problem.  I?ve found those who seem to deserve an invitation, but because of geography or situation, have not been.  This is an extremely difficult problem.  The King wants nothing of writing endless e-mails describing himself,  or selling others of his situation.  He generally writes simple one line e-mails to those that catch his eye, for whatever reason.  It  doesn?t have to be the picture although the King does fancy beauty.  I have never said a disparaging word to anyone on here.  I have never blocked anyone.  I see no point in pursuing others that don?t want to be perused.  I have been blocked by others from responding to others twice as far as I know.  Both times, I found out by writing an e-mail wishing them luck in their life and search and was blocked.  I don?t get upset by that only laugh at the weakness of character it points to. 

When the King finds the one who could become the Princess she will be invited to the Castle.  She will be let in and be able to examine the Castle at her leisure.  The door will always be open for her to leave.  When she is ready, she will be given a key to wear around her neck.  She will deliver herself to the King, lock, stock and barrel. She must be prepared to give up everything in service to the King.  The King will have the rings placed around her ankle, and she will be marked as the Kings property.  When and if she is ready to serve, and she fully understands the implications, she will shackle herself in the Castle.  She will close the lock on her servitude.  The door will be closed and her new life of service will begin.  She will be corrected when necessary, quickly and firmly.  The corrections are to teach and change behavior.  They are never given without basis. She will become the most important thing in the Kingdom to the King.  All who see her will know of her devotion to her King. 

This life is not for everyone.  Its for only one, with me.  I will continue to look, and I will know it when I find it.  If I contact you, its because I found something in you, that interests me.  It doesn?t mean you?re the Princess, it only means I think you maybe.  I?m not looking for the ordinary, but the extrordinary.  If I contact you, and I?m not for you, please know, I?m more than fine with that.  I will not reveal all that I am to everyone.  There seems no sense in that.  I am willing to help others in their search.  If you want my advice please ask.  Thanks for reading this far, and good luck to you in your search?????

Its been a few weeks since I?ve pissed off a major number of people on this site so I may be due.  Here?s this weeks.  First many if not most of the so called Dominants on this site aren?t,  and many if not  most of the submissives aren?t really either.  Here?s why.  The Dom?s tend to be bossy assholes that believe that this is about ordering someone around.  There is also a huge number that think that this is mainly about sex, which it may or not be.  BDSM is what you want from it.  It maybe just bedroom play for many, and that?s fine.  It maybe a power play for others and that?s fine as well.  Many of the subs I find on here are rude, and frankly, not very enjoyable to speak to.  Read the profiles.  ?Don?t contact me without picture,  anyone over 30 will be deleted, and blocked.?  ?Please have more than one line or you will be deleted.?  ?Why can?t the Doms read?? My profile clearly states no ?White? guys.?  I contact people that I want to converse with,  if I don?t want to exchange with you, I won?t contact you.  I rarely write more than 1 or 2 lines the first time.  I?m not trying to sell myself.  I want to see what?s on the other side of the aisle.  I want to see if I?m interested. 

I?m curious why so many have so much trouble with this lifestyle.  If your Dominant, and you don?t like what you have, who?s fault is that?  Yours.  If I want a German Shepard, I don?t buy a Cocker Spaniel.  MY sUB SHOULD BE A DIRECT REFLECTION OF WHAT I DESIRE.   I should create, mold, and nurture my charge.  She should be the MOST important thing in my life.  Period.  This is where I always get in the most trouble.  So here I go again. 

Nell is beautiful, and she respects me more than anything.  I am never out of her thoughts.  When I?m away, she longs to be close to me.  She never willingly disobeys.  She sometimes does the wrong thing, but I believe she never means malice. When she disobeys she is corrected, but she always understands, its for her betterment.  Everyone who sees her, can see her love for me, and mine for her.  They often comment how they wish they had one like her.  But honestly they are unwilling to put in the time, effort,  or love that I have, in her direction. 

Nell is a 3 year old Border Collie.  My 3 year old Border Collie.  I understand that she wants to be with me 24/7, as I do her.  I understand that she will live 10-12 years,  in direct service to me.  If you think she is submissive,  try getting her to do something for YOU.  She is submissive to ME.  She wants to please me, not everyone.  She couldn?t care less about other people.  Oh, she?ll let you pet her, feed her a bone, but she always has one eye on me if I?m in the area.

What the Man like me seeks is a woman who is like Nell.  I want a woman who wants to serve me, as much as I want to serve her.  Yes, serve her.  The Dominant serves the sub.  My job is not a simple one.  I don?t take it lightly.  Someone,  turns their life over to me, to my direction, my guidance, and wants me to lead them.  I must be worthy.  I must take my responsibility seriously.  I can?t let her down, ignore her.  The more effort, time, love, and direction, I put in, the better my result.  Why is this so hard?  Because we don?t want to put in the effort.  We want the perfect dog, kid, wife, job whatever, without the effort put forth to achieve it.  Many of the ?leaders?  can?t, because they can?t lead themselves.   

One of the things I chuckle about on this site is the list of things subs like and dislike.  Many of the lists are extremely long,  and detailed.  Why?  Lives for garage sales,  and wine tastings?  Nell lives to please me,  that is her goal.  She goes where and when I ask, willingly.  She knows I will provide everything for her,  her companion, her friend, her Mentor.  I decide what essentially, she likes and dislikes.  I lead, she follows.  I want the perfect partner,  sub.  I want everyone to look at her and say,  how special she is.  How beautiful, how smart.  How dedicated to him.  I?ll lead, I?ll Mentor her, teach her.  I?ll put in the time, the effort.  I?ll correct her when she?s wrong.  But the most important thing I?ll do is most often overlooked.  I?LL GIVE HER THE OPPURTUNITY, TO SERVE ME, TO USE HER sUBMISSIVE GIFT,  TO BECOME WHAT SHE IS,  A sUBMISSIVE,  a servant. 

I read a post about a month ago that asked the question ?Why do all Dom?s say that they are not like other Dom?s??  I myself believe I?m unique, and was somewhat put off by the question, and frankly the responses. I do believe I?m not like the other?s on this site and I?m sure there are other ?unique? Doms as well.  First I don?t believe I?m a ?Dom?. I actually don?t like the word.  I?m a teacher, instructor, leader.  I lead, you follow.  I teach, you learn.  I ask, you do.  First, why would you do these things?  And second, why would you do them for me?  Without  answers to these questions,  there is no order, and without order, there is no direction.

As we walk into the house you look down at the shiny steel rings around your ankle, knowing they mean ownership, but not sure what else.  As we near the center of the living room,  you see a small steel ring laying on the floor.  I take you over to it, and you stand looking down at it, its bolted to the floor, right in the middle of the room.  As you watch me I take a length of chain, about 7 feet long and I attach one end to the ring in the floor.  I take a shiny new silver lock and attach it to the other end of the chain, and chain the lock to the smaller ring on your ankle.  ?Little One, your rings define my ownership of you, but they also mean,  restricting your freedom.?  ?From now on, you will spend much of your time, chained, in body as well as in spirit.?  ?When shackled, your mine, in body, mind, and soul.?  ?You will work to improve yourself, as an object for my pleasure, during these times.?  You look down at the chain, that binds you wondering how this will play out, unsure of your commitment.  ?During your confinement, you will study, ways of pleasuring me, refining your body as a tool of pleasure for me.?  ?You will find rings throughout the house, in the kitchen,  and of course in the bedroom.  You will sleep, with one leg shackled to the floor, the chain long enough to be comfortable.  You will become to be uncomfortable, when unshackled, as that will be your normal state.  When you walk, you will hear the inevitable click, click, of the rings coming together and that will remind you of the fact that your owned and taken care of,  as the valuable property that you are. When you get home, either I, or  yourself will shackle you, and you will continue your studies.  You must learn muscle control, to extract pleasure from me,  you must learn orgasm control so as not to lose sight of the fact that you?re my plaything. You must be corseted, to accentuate the flair of your hips and the curves of your body.   You must re-lactate to produce milk for my pleasure, and must constantly pump them, to produce more.  Your ownership comes with many privileges, but has costs as well,  and you need to be keenly aware of both as you progress.  Relax Little One, and as you become familiar with your bonds?????..

Your nervous as I lead you by the hand, from the open car door.  It?s a large welding shop, and you can see the men looking up from there work to look at you.  They don?t get many women in here, and few yet that look like you.  I walk confidently toward a man that recognizes me.  ?Hey, John, what?s up??  ?Just thought I could get something welded around here maybe, is that possible??  I laugh.  ?Anything for you, you know that,? the man looks toward me for more information.  I hand him a stainless steel ring, heavy, that is a 4 ½ inches across. It has been cut and is been stretched to open up to a gap of about 4 inches.  ?Can you weld this shut for us??  I ask.  ?No problem,  but being stainless I have to heli-arc it, is that OK??  ?No problem,  I want it to look like it was never cut, can you do that??  ?Sure, let me have it, and come back in an hour,  I?ll have it done.?  I look at you and you bow your head.  ?Jack, there?s something else.?  ?We want it on her ankle.?  Jack looks at you, and then to me.  ?Welded shut??   ?Yes,  welded shut on her ankle.?  There?s a long silence as the man grasps what exactly we want.  ?OK, but its gonna be hard to get off once its on.?  I look at Jack and then to you, ?It?s not coming off.?  Jack is starting to get the idea.  ?Over here then, lets get started.?   Jack grabs a large wooden box and turns it over, and motions for me to have you sit.  You sit down as I hand the stainless ring to Jack.  ?Oh, and Jack, we want a smaller ring attached to it,  around the shaft, stainless as well.?  ?OK,  how much smaller??  Jack asks.  ?About the size of a silver dollar, if you have it.?  ?No, problem,  I?ve got all sizes.?  Jack walks across the floor of the large metal building as you look up to see the men, looking at us, more curious than ever.  Jack comes back with the perfect size ring, shiny and almost the same gauge as the main ring. ?Is this OK??  ?Perfect,? I respond.  Jack reaches down and you feel him touch your leg, and you jump slightly.  ?Your going to have to be very still, while I?m welding, are you OK, with that??  he asks you.  ?Yes, you answer quietly.?  Jack places the two rings around your ankle and pinches the larger one closed, with a large pair of pliers.  He then takes out a large sheet of asbestos material and wraps it around your leg and then places a hard asbestos shield up against your lower leg.  ?You sure you want to do this?? he asks you.  ?Yes,?  you again answer quietly, as you feel the men?s eyes on you.  Jack takes the handle of the welding machine and moves the hoses so that he has access to your lower leg.  He lowers the hood on his welding mask and say?s ?don?t look at the light, look away.?  You see the bright flash and hear the buzz of the machine as he starts to close the ring, the ring you will never remove.   No sooner than it starts, he?s finished, and when you look down you see for the first time,  your addition.  Jack takes a small hand held buffer and grinds away at the welded area.  Sparks fly as you look up for my approval.  I look down at you and smile.  Soon Jack stops his grinding and say, ?there you can?t even tell where it was split.?  As I turn to pay Jack you put your shoe back on and hear for the first time the small cling of the two rings coming together.  I turn back around and your standing looking down at the rings around your left ankle, and I smile as I take your hand and lead you toward the car with the faint, sound of the rings banging together. 

You walk in, and are greeted by me at the door.   ?Please Dear,  remove your clothes.?  It?s a command you want to hear, but not one you thought you?d hear so fast.  I sit down in a large leather chair, and watch as you start to unbutton you blouse.  ?I trust that you?ve followed my instructions,?  I ask as you slowly unbutton the front of your  blouse.  ?Yes, Sir.?  ?Good, please Dear, move a little slower,  I want to enjoy this.?  Yes, Sir.?  ?Did you complete all your assignments??  I ask.   ?Well, Sir,  I, stttt?.   ?That was a simple yes or no question,  did you complete all your assignments,  I don?t remember asking for an explanation.?   ?No, Sir.?  ?Then please,  Dear,  set down your assignment book on the table and please bend over the couch.   As you finish removing your skirt and panties, you can feel my eyes on you, watching your each and every move.  You walk to the couch bend over, and lean up against the smooth cloth fabric.   You hear me as I open the large leather case and begin to select which object that I will use to begin your correction.  You want to look back over your shoulder but don?t, knowing that that offense would be severely punished.  ?Please, Dear, spread your legs wider for me.?  You hear as I get up and approach you, and you  tense in anticipation.  My fingers go between your legs,  feeling the silky folds of your sex.  ?Your wet Little One,  I like that.?  You feel as my fingers invade your folds, spreading you, impaling  you on first one finger then two,  then working there way inside your body as you push down wanting more contact.  ?Easy Little One, easy,  there?s plenty of time for that.?    As I removed my fingers you are startled with the first slap of the crop across your  upper thigh.  ?Slap?,  the cold leather, bites into your  upper thigh and you jump.  ?Slap?, you  arch now, against the couch, as you feel my hand press down on the small of your back pinning you across the couch.   ?Stay put Little One,  don?t make it worse for yourself.?   For the next five minutes you endure the torment of the crop abusing the tender flesh of your ample buttocks.  Tears well up in your eyes as you struggle to not move away from your punisher.  I am slow, methodical, in my correction, finding every piece of sensitive flesh on your backside.  As quickly as  it started it stops,  and you again feel my fingers between your legs.  ?There, there Little One,  my we are wet aren?t we?? 

A Journal......What an idea........
Lets see, about who I am,  I'm a trainer of beings I guess.  I train animals and people.  I'm a Cowboy, and I train horses as well as dogs, birds and have trained at one time or another just about every kind of critter. Grew up on a ranch, currently live on one.  Been a athlete all my life, went to school on an athletic ride.  I believe in friendship first and foremost, and don't believe that humilitation or anger has any real role in this.  I believe that  we all are put together different, and submissivness is just the counterbalance to what I am, dominant. I believe that the submissive truely has the control, he or she gives it to someone they trust, and that trust is not to be taken advantage of.  I believe mentoring and direction, is a more productive way, of accomplishing the same thing.  I do believe in spirtuality, and believe that I can be
what I was created to be, without violating God's laws.  He created us, and we are his creations.  I believe that correction is sometimes necessary, but can most always be done in a loving and respectful manner.  I am not experienced in the language, or protocal of this arena, but I know my heart, and how I was created.