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	About lovepuppy Oh what to write, what to write? Life is like a box of...wait, no it's not, not really. Life is more like a gumball machine, you see what you want but it's stuck way up in the middle where you have to be dedicated and have a pocketfull of quarters if you want to get what you wanted. Or you can take the first fistfull that comes out the metal gate. My role models have always been HR Puffinstuff & Underdog, I DO still believe everything you ever needed to know you learned in kindergarden. I am a goofy genius with delusions of grandure, a maverick rooster sure on his own walk....which I still say only means I'm a runaway cock who can chew gum and walk at the same time. The stories they told us when we were kids were the truth! We turned them into lies when we grew up because we lost sight of the wonder and started thinking with only our greed. In my life I think I have always spent the time to get what I wanted. I am currently head of creative operations for a MMO which has released in China but won't see domestic release for another 18 months(ish). If you don't know what a MMO is, you can ask. We opened in Asia first as a live beta-release to test the engine and to make sure most of the jokes work. Lifestylewise. I don't know, I must not get it, cuz I keep reading profiles of subs complaining about being blasted by dom's for some breach of protocol or another, sometimes in rather rude ways. I don't understand this: To me babies throw tantrums, cry, threaten, bully to get their way. Courtsey is given always from a position of strength. There is an art to treating a woman like a lady and letting her know just how big a whore you can make her. It is very much like teaching a horse in that aspect, you can bully a horse into something but a horse will only do what is unnatural for it when it completely has learned it can trust the person on its back. Not that I compare women and horses too often, other than to know enough both will bite if you scare them and never ever to put either away wet. Otherwise, I'm easy to please, laid back, intensly curious man who treats everyone from begger to kings the same. Because in the end we are all the same, doesn't matter money or power or even self resepct people end up earning what they get, but I start with respect cuz everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt. I am about fun, not go to disneyland kind of fun, cuz any jackass with fiftey bucks can do thta, but tie fiftey helium weather balloons to a lawnchair and see where the wind takes you kind of fun. My bedroom is like a circus tent because I like the circus, it's gaudy as hell and it makes me happy. The pefect woman: All of them, every woman is perfect, a man just has to look differently to see it sometimes. Bitches can become saints, and saints become sinners it just depends on how much time and effort is taken to find it all.

Cuz at the end of the day....

I really did want to see you run those races, win, place or show, or even three days later after everybody else had gone home, watching you cross the line mattered. cuz it mattered to you, so it mattered to me.

Wasted months being a good guy. Never again in my life am I following my weird and shepherding strange young sheep as they dilatante around with what it is they really want. I call it my weird because it is my nature to be the good guy and give people what they need rather than take what I want.

I have learned since the benefits of being a bad boy. And all I can say it is interesting geometry the possiblities that you construct in a glass elevator.

Women: Can't live with 'em, can't have them committed to a mental hospital. It has been a very strange few weeks. due to a previous commitment on my part I have been turning a blind eye to two women's suggestions. They both know of my 'ventures in the lifestyle, one in fact helped with the concrete party when I laid the work in my dungeon (more on this below, stay tuned it's the part of this post worth sticking around for). As of this weekend it was clear I was no longer committed to anything so I stopped being blind in both eyes.

Now both girls are great. It's the problem with choice though, whatever you choose it's going to be the wrong one...in this women are very much like pizza, no matter what you order as you watch other tables being served you wish you had gotten THAT...but then again when you get yours it's still really good...so it ussualy works out.

So rather than game of eeny-meeny-miney-moe or holding a lengthy and time consuming auditon process (shadup it mighta worked) I invited both to bust the cherry of the new dungeon, without telling either the other was invited. I planned on who ever freaked out less would be the one to date.

Both showed up on time, and instead of the cat-fight or major meltdown I had expected, fuck me in the mud if both didn't just shrug and go with the situation. ya just can't figure women with a caculator or tarot cards.

THE DUNGEON

I am inardently proud of this dungeon. In the old house I had bought it had a full basement which had never been finished. While I was going through closing I had a chance to buy this 60's vintage kid's monkey bar set, like they used to have in schools. I had to lower the flooring of the basement nearly five feet, which was just an aweful weekend of hot nasty sweaty work. So there is now a retaining butress around the outside of the inside walls of the basement the same height of the orginal basemetn floor with the dropdown on a 20 degree slope.

The monkey bars are concreted into the middle part of the lowered section. I don't realy know yet everything I can do with them, all I really know it makes a nice solid platform to get creative with. Mostly useful for upside down stuff without the inherent danger of full 1-man operation suspension.

There are a row of old theatre seats along the north wall of the slope-down, the typical stuff of a st. andrews and witch's post on the eastern wall. I have this god aweful iron maiden (sans spikes, com'n people) I had made as a suprirse for the previous woman I had planned on bringing into the place and a barber's chair.

Everything has been tiled in this rusty brown tile which is actually not as slick as I thought it would be. If ever I get out of debt for what I've done so far I'll go ahead and put in a drain in the lower section so when the mats are moved I canut hose the place down. The lighting still needs a ton of work so there are no pictures yet, but will be up as soon as I get some I'm willing to brag on. The couple I took makes the place look really tiny which it's not.

God damn it I am tired of people being too stupid to stay at the top of the food chain.

To quote an ancestor of mine, you can lead somebody out a burning house and damned if they won't turn around and run back in. My god dogs and sheep have more basic common sense because both learn if something isn't working to try something new.

How many people do you know who are running as fast as they can in a hamster wheel and then surprised the scenery isn't changing?

Somebody peed in the gene pool cuz I'm damned certain we didn't climb out of the primordial swamp for Ipods and Leadership By Committee. We need to be more aware of our surrondings not less, pull the headphones Barbie, that lump you are stepping over also happens to be somebody's dad who trusted his 401K to people who thought three card monte' was a good business model.

How the fuck do women who keep falling in love with the kind same man honestly figure this time it will be different How do guys who have gone shitass broke listening to his best bud say "dude what could happen?" not figure to bring bail money with them! If the people who keep screwing you over all shop at the same store, go to another fucking store to find a date!

It used to be if you knew right from wrong, really KNEW right from wrong you couldn't choose wrong. The moral responsiblity to choose right overpowered the temptation to do wrong but we have graduated into it isn't right or wrong it just needs a support group.

And Ohmigod, how many fucking people tell you how tired they are from being busy. Then you ask them what they do, they go to work in an an air conditioned office and afterwork go find someplace to play. They aren't out in the heat pulling steel or figuring out how to keep the land feeding their sorry ass. They aren't out there taking care of the cast off dogs because they were to fucking stupid to take thier puppy to the vet before something happened. They aren't putting up houses on the weekend for folks who the bank will never give a loan.

When did the fuck did character and ability get replaced by self pity and the abilty to delude yourself that the people at the mall think you are special. You are a sales number to them 'Hon, a tiny entry in a long list of numbers If you want the testament to your life being more than a series of being notches on bedroom posts quit fucking men who keep notches on thier bedroom posts!

Awwww screw it.

One of the real drawbacks to being a dom is the amount of work involved. What I'm about to say is probably not going to fly with a lot of people reading it, and let's just leave it at the fact we disagree how a person does the job. And I'm not really whining here cuz if I didn't like doing it Frued's law says I wouldn't do it...which is also known as the Rule of Cats and Small Children, but I digress, I do things the way I do them cuz they benefit me.
That being said, urrrgh, how hard is it to find a girl who understands simply bending over is not the same thing as active submission. I'm not really talking about all the "yes master" bunk, cuz that's just window dressing most people using it don't mean, it's a cheap substitue for what I'm talking about...kinda a madison avenue approach to D&S, if it looks good it must be good...again I digress. What I'm meaning is a girl who trusts her own instincts enough to act and the courage to actualy do it. Always eager to please is a thing for dogs. Lingerie, candlelight and the smell of supper cooking that is a thing of women and more online with what I'm meaning.

You have to love Vegas in the spring. A week ago an old friend said to come out he had a surprise for me. Which considering my friend I had figured it was something I would live to regret, not that he shows off a person a bad time, but I know I can take him in a fair fight so figured I'd live to regret whatever he had planned.
Anyway, I got there and there was this sweet little domme, when I say little I'm not being an 'ist about it, she was 4' 11" and maybe 85 pounds who had also been invited by my friend. He had also wrangled up a bunch of kids, maybe twenty of them in the 21-25 age crowd who were all wide eyed and trying to act so much dirtier than they really were.
The party was pretty vanilla you could feel the tension as all these kids were waiting for someone to make some sort of move towards whatever they thought was going to happen.
It was like watching gazelles at a watering hole who desperately hoped a tiger would jump out at them, not a real tiger, but maybe a mascot in a tiger suit, just enough to give a thrill without actually leaving them with a happening that would need to stay in Vegas.
The Domme and I stayed near the bar drinking scotch and smoking my cigars telling each other lies and doing a better job of entertaining each other than any of these kids looking for a roller-coaster thrill ride could with lessons.
She ended up showing me her desert for the week, we went up and saw the dam and did a few of the non-tourist things. Our AC/DC inputs weren't going to be complimentery but I made a decent friend out of it all.
Which reminded me of the whole of the life style, it ain't the whips and the chains or even the dirty little secrets people keep it's about the people who are worth the time you meet along the way.

Being alone on an island has never scared me, I'm pretty sure I have the basic skills I could survive and there is a certain kind of intellect which is impossible to imprison no matter the circumstances.

My worry has always been practicle rather than emotional. I get easily distracted by some things.

Day One: Set up camp, made fire, found coconut.
Day Two: Opened coconut
Day Three: Learned to fish with sharpened stick. Reminder: don't eat the green ones, they aren't ripe yet
Day Four: Met native girl.

Day Sixtey-four: still getting to know Native girl.

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