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	About LeVoixDuMaitre Being a Dominant is a genetically structured existence for me. The relationship I seek will be based on that hierarchal basis. If you have the clarity of knowledge of this, then you'll know that the "play" will only happen after the understanding is complete........Yet, when it does happen, it will reverberate thoroughly within you. Intelligence, imagination, humor, curiosity, adventurism and stability all will enhance your beauty.

A submissive here on CM wrote:

“I am slave, but most Masters scare me.”

My answer to her was:

And I can only answer; as they should, scare you. Unfortunately most use this venue as well as this style of life to not explore, expand and enjoy the nuances of a girl’s needs and desires (and thus His own) but to vent their inadequacies out on unsuspecting people through the use of abuse, neglect and artificial self esteem enhancement. It is best that you wrap yourself around stable emotional principles you now have and let the Man who would be your Master meld into them as a hand melds into a glove.

One Man’s opinion. . . .

Arrogance is the defense of the insecure.

Every submissive should know:
"Punishment" is to put an immediate stop to behavior that either is destructive or contrary to expectations.
"Discipline" is to modify a behavior as to make the person behave in an acceptable AND predictable behavior.
If a Dominant does not know the difference or chooses punishment without regard to the improvement of the submissive, then that Dominant is dangerous and delusional.

D/s and Comfort Zones

A simplified thesis of the interaction between the two

Definitions of terms

D/s is a commonly used acronym meaning Dominant/submissive. That while it has many uses and social meanings, really only reflects the hierarchical nature of the chosen relationship(s). This relationship is not directly related with the other commonly used term of BDSM. For that term is more accurately used to refer to the intense, out-of-the-norm sexual play. While these terms are often intermingled, doing so offers more confusion and disappointment than helps. There is no need to include the definitions of Sadism or Masochism here, for that is a pathology beyond the scope of this narrative.

Description of behavior

Comfort Zones refers to the nature of the mind to cope and survive, as well as grow in a manner that is often based on history or experiences. While it?s a coping mechanism, it may not always be a ?spot? that will lead to an improved life. In actuality it is often a less than great spot to exist yet it also reflects a predictable existence, even when it?s counterproductive.

The easiest analogy to illustrate this behavior is how an abused woman reflects upon her life with her abuser. ?I just have to not say ?that? and He won?t hit me.? or when a person stays in an unsatisfying job, yet makes excuses for not looking for something better.

In a nutshell, Comfort Zones removes the stress, fear and uncertainty when faced with the risk of making the efforts in improving their life. More often than not it is due to a sense of low self esteem or low self worth.

Source of origins

The pain and emotional scarring from living life lands on each of us differently. Sometimes it is a motivation for change or learning. Sometimes it rests upon our emotional psyche as just a bad memory. Yet sometimes it can become a symbol of feeling a failure. The stronger the comfort zone reflects upon dysfunctional existence the probability of it being a mirror of low self-esteem or low self-worth. See our brains are hard wired to survive. That survival ?instinct? is the highest priority we have and will manage, massage, dissuade, disguise, compromise and hinder us, whenever we allow ourselves to believe we?re not capable or don?t deserve better. It is a powerful impulse because knowing, that even if we?re neither happy nor content, it?s either better than the unknown or ?I? don?t deserve better, or ?I? am not capable of having better.

It requires the total conviction, either internally reinforced or externally reinforced, to make the mediocre today, more acceptable than the improved tomorrow.

Impact on life

Stagnation is the clearest impact on a life that protects Comfort Zones. Acceptance of non-productive, dysfunctional and/or unhealthy behaviors or even dangerous existences are

typical of embracing these ?lily pads? of life.

Conflict with desires

While in the short term, Comfort Zones seem to provide a sense of stability seeming to reinforce their worth. In actuality, the opposite is normally the ramification. Emotions and energy for growth, curiosity, learning, goal seeking, dreaming or even the nurturing of others are all affected when the foggy nuances of dysfunction are allow to take root.

External sources affecting self worth/esteem need to siphon off that energy to feed their own retarded maturity and self hate. Internal sources affecting them are ?dams in the river? for increasing development and a greater sense of contentment.

Manner of overcoming

Introspection, a sense of security, strong desire with personal inventory and possibly seeking external feedback are the sources of beginning the process of dismantling Comfort Zones.

To say that one wants to quit smoking, yet gets gratification from smoking is a conflict that won?t be overcome with just desire. Nor losing weight through exercise or diet without a sense of feeling empowered to do either. The same is true for relationship Comfort Zones. Desire needs self confidence or the belief that ?I deserve? the accomplishment. Now saying that, don?t think that external reinforcement isn?t helpful. It is. A Dominant can lead, motivate and positively reinforce. If the Dominant can offer the insight that the submissive is worth an abandonment of counter-productive behaviors, then the submissive as well as the D/s relationship itself, will flourish.

Eventual Pursuit of Growth

As self confidence and self worth flourish, so will the evolutionary growth of the submissive as well as the relationship. Trust is a huge risk to a Comfort Zone. Trust is generally the first victim to emotional/physical pain and suffering and with the most intrinsic need to survive being genetically sought, trust in oneself and the person the submissive chooses to submit to, requires a powerful energy to acquire and let envelop the person, then the relationship.

If this premises sound like they apply to general ?vanilla? life as well as the dynamics of a Dominant/submissive relationship, then good, because they do. The nature of D/s isn?t really much different than what everyone wants in life. It?s just the structure is more dynamic, intimate, powerful as well as better defined than what general society strives for.

Hopefully this narrative will cause some thinking and support for achieving the sense of contentment and aid in the establishing of principles to achieve the desires we all strive for in life.

Does anyone understand the colloquialism: "Tongue in cheek? I thought the previous entry was easy enough to understand as being such.
Relax People.....If I wanted that much judgemental attitude, I would have stayed closer to the Catholic Church....
(although her request does get a chuckle out of me)

I knew it was going to come to this.....
Wonderful submissive, full of life, laughs and devotion, but now she makes her first demand.....gawd....okay....here goes, as Master guess it's my responsibility to try and make this work......Here goes:
She says that to serve me more and better, so not to have to keep the house up and such, she's "asking" that I solicit for a retired bi-sexual stripper who needs to serve through domestic responsibilities.
Now I on the other hand, warned her that if she's good at serving in that capacity, she'll want, or more importantly need, the reinforcement of her physical need attended to. Be it tight bondage while blindfolded, periodic spankings and probably a good licking and fucking.....But hey, I'm just a compassionate dominant type, you know?!?!?!
She countered that if this girl does submit in that way and has kept her physical appearance close to her "professional" days, then She's confident that baths, hair brushing and significant orgasms would go along while the previous mentioned activities.....
So if this fits anyone out there........contact me and we'll go from there......(The things a Master has to do to keep the bitch happy)

Wow...this being happy and content stuff sure does allow for long gaps in my journal entries.....
AAAmmmmmmyyyyy, bend over. You're distracting me from pontificating about the lifestyle....<insert swatswatswat sounds here>
Okay, I look around on here a lot. Mostly to satiate my voyeuristic tendencies, but also to see what and how others view what we're doing/enjoying within this lifestyle.
And not surprisingly, I have my sort criteria set up for girls. Bi, Lez or straight, I like to look and read about them all. But I do draw the line at looking at submissive's only. Why...well, that's another journal entry. To elaborate to go into here.
But I digress....
I came across a girl's profile that caught my eye and opened it up and read that she's under consideration, and named the fellow that is, I guess considering her, and this is a part of what He has to say:
". . . I realized with my natural instinct for Dominance I found an endless source of excitement and pleasure."

Well, while stated in a poetic fashion, it's bunk. There is no direct relationship between being Dominant and pleasure than there is between being tall and pleasure or being a tax payer and pleasure. Being Dominant is an existence, not an act. In my opinion, while this fellow is being articulate and attempting seduction through words, it does not aid any of Us to have delusions of grandeur about what leads to what. A submissive surrendering to a Dominant ONLY allows for the balance of that relationship to exist and flourish.

Now, as a result of that balanced, hierarchal relationship flourishing, could there be "pleasure" derived? Sure. But there is no direct, automatic consequence of pleasure, by being Dominant or submissive, just contentment.

My very elaborate point is; please separate the difference between D/s and BDSM play. Both are complex and have their purposes, but they are not necessarily linked within the relationship. I am a Dominant force in Amy's life now. I am every moment of every day. Yet I do not have her tied up to the cross for either of us to be happy and fulfilled. Neither of us need me to hold a paddle/whip/flogger/crop while she's tied up, for Me to be a powerful influence in her life. There is a point and purpose to BDSM play, but it is an adventure into the sexual psyche of the couple. The safe, nurturing, protective nature of the D/s relationship isn't a prerequisite of that source of pleasure. Nor is the play of BDSM a prerequisite of the hierarchal nature of a D/s bonded relationship.

Let us know ourselves well, before we attempt to seek another to join us in our quests.

What a huge change in 2 months.
Last I wrote, I thought that She was going be moving here and we'd have to balance her new life with a bit of distance from her children and having her seek new directions for her career.
By chance and Craig's List, I found a great opportunity over where she lives and have accepted a new position there (now here), got a new house and moved. What a change.
It's been just over 3 weeks now and while we're setting up for our 1st Christmas together, it's been an interesting myriads of stimuli and thoughts within this reality.
Lots to adapt to, lots to manage, lots to train and in the next few (holiday) days, lots to bring out of the boxes and begin to use regularly and fully with my more than willing submissive....lol. She is a bundle of energy and imagination. And yearning for the decadent side of her sexual needs.

This is a short story I wrote last spring and just recently was encouraged to include it here. Enjoy.....

Well Attended Garden

You've always been around the house. The younger girl on the street where it seemed all the other kids are 2 to 3 years older. My sons used to let you come over when there were others here and sort of "tolerated" you. Which seemed almost okay since you seemed a bit shy.

But as time went on, kids graduated High School and went off to college. This sort of left you wandering around the neighborhood by yourself. But again it seemed to suit you fine. You got along with the parents on the block fine, were respectful and in reality was turning into quite the pretty young thing.

With my sons gone off to college, the pending divorce got started and ended without much of a hitch. Leaving me with the dog and the upkeep around the place to do alone. Occasionally you'd come over and while talking about what's going on in your life. I thought it was more of an excuse to play with the dog, seeing as He went nuts whenever you came over and the two of you seem completely entertained.

But then you did something that never occurred before. As I was muttering how on this beautiful of a Saturday, I'd rather be on the golf course verses tending to the flower gardens, which were about to be overrun, you said that you'd like to help. Wow! How great that was, for you to volunteer. So we started. At first we were at opposite ends of the yard. Even when we were talking the distance made it hard to hear each other. Yet, it also made it better for me to really see you. My sunglasses pretty much keeping my "observations" subtle, I could see that now you had bloomed fully into adult womanhood. Your legs were long and shapely, hips perfect for your height, shoulders strong yet totally feminine, and you had developed wonderful breasts.....as perfect as your youth should allow.

Now why karma made it this moment to "discover" your developed charms, I don't know. It was only noon, we had really barely started the garden project. There was no way I could disappear inside to relieve the sexual tension myself. I was screwed and not in the way I wanted.

So, we kept working. Our proximity began to get closer and that only made it worse. Now I could detect those sweet tits swaying some as you were bent over. And speaking of bent over on your knees.....Oh my fucking god, did that ass look phenomenal with those shorts painted over them. Even each cheek had it's separate space which only got me to envision just how much I would love to run my fingers between them......fingers? Fuck, my tongue. To start at that strong back, and let my tongue work it's way down through your ass all the way to what had to be a gorgeous sweet juicy pussy.......

Damn, have to stop that. My cock is at attention and you'll see it. okay, back to the weeds.

After a bit, it was time to take a break and have something to drink. I grabbed a beer and offered you a soda. You looked almost dejected and asked for a coke and sat sort of quiet.

After a couple of minutes of trying to talk again, I asked what was the matter. You looked up at me and in a way that I never saw or heard from you, you replied:

"Well, it just doesn't seem fair that I'm working just as hard as you, sweating just as much and you get a beer and all I get is a fucking coke"!!!

Your word shot across the room and landed on me like brick.

Without thinking, I jumped up and grabbed you quick enough that the startle you felt made you drop the pop can. Quick as a flash I grabbed your wrist and spun you around, and at the same time dropped myself into your chair and you on my lap, arm still locked behind you.

Without even a thought, I just yelled....."What the hell did you say"? And at the same moment I landed my right hand fully on your right ass cheek. Even with shorts on, it cracked like a small board breaking. Your head lurched up, and a yelp escaped your mouth, yet you still replied: "You fucking heard me, I want one too"

SMACK....again. your feet popped up, your arm fought for release and your head was up tense and rigid. Again and again my hand landed first on one cheek and then on the other. Sometimes up higher, other times lower, almost to your thighs, the entire area was my target.

Then I realized two things, my cock was rigid, hard enough to almost lift you off my lap and I saw as well, that your legs had opened some, almost responding with anticipation my next slap on your ass. You seething breath seemed to have changed to almost a pant. Your back still arched yet your head still rigidly pulled back.

That led me to an almost primal action of letting go of your arm, placing my fist in your hair all to lift you high enough off my lap to yank your shorts off, down to your knees.

When that happened, regardless of whether that being the cooler air hitting your spanked, red, hot ass or the fact that your bare ass was now for my viewing pleasure as well as my spanking pleasure, you let out a stifled, yet intense sigh. That only motivated me further.

Now I gave up the last scintilla of decorum. I was now consuming you with my eyes and mind. My hand landing on your ass was now just a precursor to taking you fully.

Over and over I spanked that sweet ass that was going to be mine. You were now grunting hard and loudly as my hand landed. I took pleasure to see your tits bounce around as your body convulsed with the punishment. And then it struck me.

Without even realizing it, I could now smell your nectar. Your pussy had to be flowing from the attack on your ass. You were responding to the attention of a little foul mouth slut deserved by surrendering your sex. You body was inviting me to take you. That was the primal, instinctual exchange we were experiencing.

Now with every smack of your ass, I made sure that your cheeks separated some. That allowed me to see the swelling, reddening of your pussy. The glistening from the juices that escaped without help.

You head was only still raised because of my fist in your hair, you arms were loose and dropped to the floor. You were surrendering to me. And I took it.

Using your hair, I lifted you, stood myself and that let you drop to your knees. Head on your arms, ass up, I dropped my shorts and without even touching my cock aimed it right at the center of your sex. It slid it hard. The resistance was surprising. As hard as I was, the tightness still almost forced it to bend, but I was not going to stop.

Thrusting now, almost lifting your ass each time, my fist pulling your hair back, now I growled to your....."You fucking want a beer, Little Girl? Only grown up women get a drink....which is it? Do you want to be a woman or my little girl???"

With my left hand I pushed your T and bra up, almost over your head. What a back, still strong, with all the muscles responding to each fuck thrust I delivered. But I needed to feel those tits that I love to watch earlier. Reaching around, my hand captured your softness and in my hand I could feel just how hard your nipple was. My hands kept it's grasp on that tit, as I felt my balls tighten. Yet as my moment arrive, it was my hand in your hair that pulled your head back.

I started to softly speak. Telling you how disappointed I was that you had such a foul mouth for me. As I did, I started to caress the red hot ass that I had created.

You began to cry, barely at first. Saying over and over how sorry you were.

Now my fingers were caressing that tit, capturing your nipple as well, as my thrusting slowed only a tad, yet fucking you deeper every stroke. My whispers not interrupted my grunts of my own, leading up to a growl that seemed to start at my cock and work itself up to my mouth, letting loose a guttural sound as my cum erupted inside you.

My fist still in your hair, our breathing trying to catch up, our bodies in unison, your ass/pussy pressed against my stomach, I lean forward and notice the tears that had been flowing from your face and a smile on your face. You turn your head even more and with your arm, reach back to pull me in for a kiss and quietly, softly kiss me.

After a bit of recovery, I finished stripping your clothes off, mine as well and took you inside for the first of many many baths you've received from me.

And you still never have had a beer, just soda......

Interesting how it's been almost 6 weeks since my last entry. These times have brought so much pleasure, activities, nuances, introspection and compassion that I feel like it's been a year that we've been involved.
She's on her way here now. We have a number of things to accomplish.
As I ready myself and my home for her arrival, I become mentally, emotional and physically aroused by the aspects of what will occur.
Now mind you, not all that we do is "play". Actually if evaluated analytically, most of our time is still discovering and teaching her the things that matter in her new Dominant/submissive relationship. But it is my intent that I have to.....no, make that need to take her to a new plane. When we talk, there is a different lilt to her voice when I lead her. A different consideration in her voice when she talks about how she misses me and how she's looking forward to "play".

We had a bet that she would stop saying "fuck" (still allowed in the sexual context, of course) for 30 days. If she did, I'd buy her a new iPod. If she couldn't, she'd buy a new flogger for me. Now she's been doing great, but something happened yesterday and she slipped and said it in anger. She cried in disappointing me, lamented that she was doing so well for 22 days and seemingly failed. I told her that for her to go so long was a success, none the less and that she'll do even better for the next 30 days.
Our conversation moved on and all of a sudden the "Lil girl" voice piped up...."Daddy, do you know what?" I said "Well no...lol...tell me."
Her reply was full of excitement and almost in a bouncing voice, she said...."Now that I lost the bet, I get to buy you a FLOGGER....{{Giggle}}"

Yes she's come a long way, and I'm happy.
I'm going to enhance this trip significantly so that my efforts, my voice, my scent, my touch will resonate in her mind continually.

When you receive something from someone

that is easily within their grasp,
knowledge or experience,

it is nice and fills you with gratitude and appreciation.

When you receive something from that same person

that is not easily with their grasp,

that is out of their comfort zone,

or out of their experience
and/or they have fears over,

then you not only feel gratitude and appreciation

but also amazement that provides
a clarity of vision illuminating
the depth of her desire.

She has been continually doing this.

I have and will continue to not only nurture

but teach and support her
concerning the parts of her journey

that she has to travel alone,

and fully attend to her on
the part of her journey she takes with me.

She has knelt & surrendered. I am Happy.

Patience is not one of my strongest traits.
Recently I, while doing what I do a lot on this site, ran across a profile of a girl who had a wonderful picture. That of course got me to read her profile.

What I found interesting was that in a very subtle yet descriptive way, she was trying to communicate more about herself than most would discover if they didn't take some time.

So I wrote her. She was courteous enough to respond, only to say that she was buried in emails and please let her get through them and she'd write again.

Well she did.

After writing and talking to each other, we're going to delve even deeper into what each other is about, what we dream of and how we each can contribute happiness to each others lives.

It is my expectation that she will not surrender out of expectation(s), nor surrender out of manipulation, but surrender because she'll find her peace is directly related to her exposing herself ways beyond the physical.

Do I desire her surrender? Absolutely.

For now we share smiles and dreams and learning history. Next..........

Time will tell.

Seeing as it's been five weeks since I wrote, I'll let these thoughts be for our enjoyment:

Course Corrections
It has always been known between us that your needs force you to misbehave. The subtle nature of your personality will at times force the issue to the point where in exasperation, a quick grab of your hair and you are either over my knee or kneeling on the chair.
Even as the tears well up in your eyes, and even as your voice slides from the defiant to the higher pitched little girl, the excitement within you also starts migrating as well.
Your face flushes as quickly as you nipples harden, your eyes dilate as much as the sweetness of your pussy flows. All the while waiting for my hand to grab your skirt, pulling it up roughly and that first quick hot smack lands on your ass.

Now, we both know that the direction is heading back where it should be.

The protests, the writhing, the quick high pitched yelps slowly surrender to the more rhythmic swaying on my knee. You voice evolves from those protesting cries to lower toned moans, with the swearing changing to the quieter biting of your lower lip. Even as you feel my hand lowering your panties, exposing not only your feminine center but also your arousal, you know that this is needed and will be made even more important when I'm done.
The grip of my left hand in your hair has not changed in it's tightened fist, and still has your head pulled back, yet as your ass reddens, that sensation of your hair feels more secure than forced.
The surrender has begun, just as it has many times since we've met, the sense of releasing everything to me is easier now. For you have the experience, the trust, the belief that as you surrender fully, the depths of nurturing you receive from me will impact you completely as contentment envelops you.

This moment has ended. There is more for you to learn about, to experience. Especially the care you receive after that surrender, but now is not the time.

For The Purpose Of Full Disclosure

In recent entries I have spoken about the principled posture of D/s, itself. Also, about the nature of human emotions as it relates to sexuality and relationships. All very high brow and some may have concluded that I was "pontificating" for self ego stroking.....wellhellll.....Nevah!!! Never I say do I ever do anything to stroke my own ego or to entice another to stroke it....(Well almost never) But I digress, today I'm going to allow you to see the more primal part of this persona.
I had the opportunity recently to be with a very sweet, bright, curious girl who one would consider "vanilla". And while we were "relaxing", she was laying on her belly and I, completely on auto pilot, reach over and gave her porcelain sweet ass a smack. On a scale of 1-10, it was about a 7.5ish. Ohh did she yelp, but interestingly, as her wonderfully shaped cheek redden to the outline of my hand (which is pretty large btw...) she did stay there in her prone position and allowed the heated sensation to flow through her. I, on the other hand, initially just enjoyed the visual of her ass reddening, the replay of her yelp and head toss as my had landed on her ass. As she was whimpering a bit about the sting....I leaned over and gently grasped some of her long hair, and after kissing her, told her to lie still, I wasn't done. Her complaints were shrill, intense and pleading and all the while we both knew her other cheek was about to be initiated as well.
Later, (yep I am skipping a chapter here, You Voyeur!!!!) She asked me about what motivated me to do that, just at that moment and why did that please or arouse me.
Now I can discuss the physio/psychological aspects of spanking and the mid brain, how that part of the brain solely responds to survival and sexual stimuli, but in the deepest level of understanding, it has that ingredient of course, but also the aspect of knowing that she would (and did) surrender, that she wanted to please and that the arousal after the "heat" application was going to end up being for my pleasure.
The discussion went on for some time. She listened and asked lots of questions (all the while I "experimented" on her ass cheeks with my hand and later my belt, some). We both marveled at how her skin responded to my efforts and how long the red outline of my spank took before a welt of sorts followed.
She even tried to shake off that surrender by joking that my ass needed her experimentation (No, not in this lifetime) and later on while her protests were quick, she still stayed very still knowing that I was going to do it again.
What I came away with is that I have to remember that while I seek to protect the legitimacy and principles of D/s, I have to also allow myself to release the primal aspects of my existence as well.

This thought was generated by a email discussion with a like mind. The original premise was:
"What is apparent in general is that while one can understand that all emotional desires are selfish in nature, the path to acquiring those desires requires anything BUT selfishness. It is the ultimate paradox."
I think that is probably one of the basic benchmarks for anyone to use when considering not only a potential partner in kink or love. Do you and/or the intended one understand that human emotional responses ARE selfish by their very nature. As pain warns us of danger, emotions motivate us to selfish needs. We have to remember that our selfish need for love, is after all a siren's song to have us procreate. Yep I said it...P R O C R E A T E. Now while as a species we can self determine whether or not to have children as a result of having sex (making the sign of the cross...Thank you Lord) What is harder to deal with, and only a healthy mind can, is that to acquire this totally selfish gratification, one must be selfLESS. To be loved, one must be lovable. To receive the gratification of a loving relationship, one must be available to love another.This is no different in the D/s lifestyle. While more hierarchal in it's structure, the Dominant must avail himself to protect, nurture and provide emotional substance to his submissive in order to acquire the depth of devotion he desires. The mirror image is just that, the same dynamic in reverse. The submissive presents devotion and obedience to acquire the unconditional love she seeks to envelop her.

Ponder and consider, this will be on the final exam...

Now don't get me wrong, I don't believe that every woman/submissive/slave on this site is just waiting for me to look at their profile and respond to any note I send to them. I'd like to think they are........but I haven't been that delusional in quite some time.But.............(here's the kicker)....there are a couple of points of contention. There was a cutie who has a very nice profile up. Not too theatrical, not too soliciting, just a nice series of statements that melded very well with her series of pictures. From sexy/cute to the elegant sensuous. Sooooo....I send a note, not an invitation, not a demand, not a seduction, just a note.........and she deleted the dayum thing w/o reading.....WTF???Now there are times I do like to think that I am the god on earth when it comes to D/s, but alas....lol...reality does come back with my 1st morning coffee. The only point of my note was to show appreciation, just appreciation. She is what she is, and made an effort to expose enough of herself for this community to observe/judge/critique her. I just wanted her to know that she brought a smile to my face and hopefully my appreciation would bring a smile to hers.....but NOOoooooo. Point #2....I saw a s/n that was interesting (see earlier post) and scoped out her profile and sure enough the narrative was as interesting as her chosen screen name. But no picture....geez...doesn't this woman know, hasn't she gotten the memo that as a voyeur, it's my "jones" to be able to see her image(s) and meld them together with her words and s/n???? Life just isn't easy.....Love, laugh, flirt....this is our only turn here.

Regarding this site;
I am often surprised and entertained by some of the screen names some women have chosen for themselves. Particularly younger women. Some show very subtle level of intelligent introspection or even more subtle humor. Nice to see.
On a different tack, I find it refreshing when a profile states directly "looking for fun and excitement in the bedroom" versus a long dissertation about D/s then contradicting it by subsequent parts of their narrative.

God, how I love people. Well, observing people at least. "Observing" in my world doesn't have to be in the vis-a-vis mode, it can be intellectual, verbal or even non-verbal behavior(s), that the interaction creates.
To which, it's the interaction, reaction or lack of action (all non sexual) that is amazing.
Fear, in my opinion, often requires larger efforts to manifest, than taking the risks that the "fears" are creating energy to avoid.
What is also interesting is that those fears are not limited to interpersonal interactions, but also in most other aspects of their lives.

Will be in Florida the week of March 14th to March 20th.

Level1964 Male Dominant, 39, Beaumont, Texas	leviathan321 Male Dominant, 25, Daytona Beach, Florida	levelled Female Submissive, 37, Keighley	Leviathan Male Dominant, 23, Lake Forest, California
leveledout Male Dominant, 51, south jersey, New Jersey	levensrau Female Switch, 31, Dublin	LeVamp Male Dominant, 41, Jax, Florida	LeVieuxSalaud Male Switch, 59
LevisnLthr Female Dominant, 45, Raleigh area, North Carolina	LeviathanXIII Male Dominant, 27, Richmond, Kentucky	leveleky Male Dominant, 44, Dublin	levisloveslave Female Submissive, 29, Clinton, Iowa

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