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Male Submissive, 38, Annapolis, Maryland
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Female Submissive, 55, SanDiego, California
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About LovingStrength
I am told I am a ruggedly handsome. A gentlemen Daddy/Master. I believe in Honour, respect, and above all honesty. As a Daddy/Master, I tend to be more nurturing, and loving, in my guidance. That does in no way imply weakness. That would be a terrible mistake! (weg)
I do not play at this, nor am I seeking a fling. I am seeking only r/t LT. You must be serious. NO head game, liars, players,or trolls, will be tolerated.
I am very well read, highly intelligent, and creative. I am within myself and grounded. I am not in the least shallow. But I know what I am attracted to. And my needs. Nor am I self centered, in that your needs, and desires are as important, if not more so. I am experienced, and have engaged in most aspects of BDSM, till I found myself where I am most comfortable. That being a Daddy/Master.
You must be female, NOT BBW!(no offense, just MY preference) in decent shape, extremely submissive, attractive, feminine, shaved, open minded, a complete slave slut, oral, anal, multi orgasmic. And seeing as I am always polite and a gentlemen, I expect you to be a lady. Though having a mischevious side.....can be fun, and keep me on my toes. 
I will cherish, and honour your submission....but you , must be respectful, caring, loving, passionate, loyal, honest, and obediant within our parameters. Keen of mind....and strong of heart.
I am intensly passionate, caring, loving, gentle, stern, patient and strong of heart. I would never hurt you just to hurt you. I believe in the pain of pleasure, not pain for pains sake. Though I will creatively, and imagitively, push your limits.
Love 8 ball and nine ball, martial arts, shiastu, singer/songwriter, guitar ect.
Please see my journal below for some of my musing and poetry.
Above all..stay safe....there is so much bullchit here and out there. It can be an unsafe place to dwell. |
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Telling you what to do, how to do it, when to do it, where to do it....or the words,"Get on your knees bitch!".....does not a Master make. Any wannabe, player, abuser, user, phoney can do that. What makes a Master is the size.........................of his character. His patience. His empathy. His capacity to love. His ability to use his lifes wisdom in a meaningful, constructive, creative and imagitive way. His ability to laugh. (at himself.....as well as the joke) His ability to shed tears........even when he is trying to be strong, without the fear of someone thinking him weak. For he is within himself, and always steadfast. His honest and strong heart. His ability to inspire, rather than always commanding. And last (of this list at least) is his Honour and integrity.......both of which clasp hands around you, as he holds you in his arms.
Look up the words Honour (honor) and integrity. Their meaning in this day.......seems to have gone the way of the DoDo. It seems that many of the so called Master/Doms/Daddies here and elsewhere......never learned those words. |
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Telling you what to do, how to do it, when to do it, where to do it....or the words,"Get on your knees bitch!".....does not a Master make. Any wannabe, player, abuser, user, phoney can do that. What makes a Master is the size.........................of his character. His patience. His empathy. His capacity to love. His ability to use his lifes wisdom in a meaningful, constructive, creative and imagitive way. His ability to laugh. (at himself.....as well as the joke) His ability to shed tears........even when he is trying to be strong, without the fear of someone thinking him weak. For he is within himself, and always steadfast. His honest and strong heart. His ability to inspire, rather than always commanding. And last (of this list at least) is his Honour and integrity.......both of which clasp hands around you, as he holds you in his arms.
Look up the words Honour (honor) and integrity. Their meaning in this day.......seems to have gone the way of the DoDo. It seems that many of the so called Master/Doms/Daddies here and elsewhere......never learned those words. |
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"Knights Honor" (Part "one")
My fair one. Like the snow, Draped in sunshine. Alabaster. Smooth as silk. Eyes of sky. So inviting, Sensual. Evoking my smile. Lips, That beg my kiss. How I love thee. Need thee. feel you, Stirring in me. Want you. Beneath me. Deep within thee.
Within my realm. My castle walls, Protect thee. My armour, Shields thee. My sword, Defends thee. My arms surround thee. In coiled heat. My chains bind thee, In your dreams. My collar brands thee, As mine. I wait patiently, Upon my throne.
You, Kneel to me. Obeisance, For me. Obey, Me. Give all you are, To me. Trust me, Implicitly. Desire me, Above all others. Your loins, In heat, for me. You breath, For me. You only dream, Of me. Your body dies, For me. As I would, And do, Indeed, Die, For thee.
I am your, Lord. Your Master. The one, Who holds, the key. Your hearts, Desire. The one, Who strokes your fire. With my, Salt sweet seed.
I am your Knight, In Honor. And I, Complete thee. As thee, My heart. Complete me.
Part "one" (c) 9/02 By: Bo
Knights Honor" {Part 2) Come my lady. My hearts desire. My Little one. Who inspires, Great deeds. Know that I love thee. Need thee. Will have thee. Show thee, My hearts, True blood. Crimson, As your, Moist lips.
Ride upon, This brave steed, With me. Feel his power, Within your, Virgin loins. As he fly's us, As if the wind, To our place, Amongst the bowers. Let your flaxen, Flow as a brook, Within the breeze. Trust and believe, That I am he, Who covets thee, With an honorable heart. A wise tongue. A Passionate soul. He, who has always, Been the spectre, Within your, Erotic virgin dreams.
Know that I, Am your knight. True of heart, And deeds. That I hold thee, In my palm, Even as I, Build your pedestal. Know that, No azure sky, Can compete, With thine eyes. No spun gold, With thy silken hair. No flower, With thy true scent. No fruit, With the lush, Nor the blush. Of thy lips. No velvet royal, With thy skin. No convection, Nor nectar, With thy taste. That thou, Is perfection, To me.
Come my Heart. My lady of the moon. Full with promise. We have arrived, At your destiny. Here below, The flowered branches, Where I, Will give thee gifts, Of bliss, My deep kiss, Will gently, Bring thee there. See how my steed, Bows for thee, As I help thee alight. He knows, Thy pure heart too.
Trust in me. Thy true knight. Know my love is thine. That no other, Has its key, But thee. As I, Hold the one, To thy chastity. Know, my love. That, These shackles, Will not chafe. This whip, Will not mar. This fire, That is my body, Will not burn. But, be the instrument, That will churn, Your secrete desire.
Know, my love, Of my fond intent. To take you where, Satres flutes, Will spend, Sweet notes, Upon thy soul. Heat your loins. And make woodsprites, Laugh in carnal glee.
Trust in me, As I shackle thee, Upon this bower. Feel earths power, As it soothes, Your trembling senses.
Know my sweet, As my sword, Cuts deft, not deep Thy gown, From such exquisite form. That my intent, Is noble, Not greed. That I will, Turn thee into fire. Take thee higher, Then dragons soar. And more, I will, Give thee, Such, Sweet ecstasy. Be as patient, As this, Ancient tree.
My Heart,
We have only,
Just begun my sweet.
Only,
Just begun.
End Part 2 "Knights Honor" (c) all rights reserved 10/02 By: BO
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an excerpt from one of my poems
Though sometimes I use her lust. I do not abuse her trust. Nor give her pain, For pains sake. Why break a lovely spirit? Why risk it all? When, My joy is her pleasure. Her pleasure, is my joy. |
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I am constantly amazed at all the players, wannabe's and trolls here. If you ladies that are true of heart, think the guys are bad, the women are worse. At least with a guy that announces himself by telling you to, "Get on your knees bi&ch! I am your Master!" You know what kind of bullsh*t a-hole he is. The ladies are a lot more subtle. They play the game a lil better. Untill you ask enough of the right questions and weed them out. I can't tell you how many have tried to play me. One or two may have even been guys! Jeeesh, get a life!
I am tired of all these so called subs/slaves/babygirls, whatever. But I shall keep trying. One day, I will meet my true of heart lil one. One that appreciates my worth, and her own.
Hope you do too. |
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Love & Honor (a masters self credo)
I love and honor her for all that she gives me. Her gifts, to fruitful to count. To precious to ignore, To rare to take for granted.
I love and honor her, For her tender selfless heart. Her deep and quiet soul. The adoration in her eyes, That she sees reflected in mine.
I love and honor her For her strength of character. Her complete sense of self. Her keen and agile mind. That strengthens me. And keeps me on my toes.(smile)
I love and honor her For the gift of her submission. So complete, and without restraint. given with such total love, and trust. Because she knows, She is submitting to her Masters heart. And Not his hand.
I love and honor her Because there is nothing she would not give, or do for me Because I will never have to demand. She will give unbidden. Without rancor or remorse. Without fear or trepidation.
I love and honor her And I will give her my protection My strong arms, my life wisdom. I will give her the fullness of my heart. The breath from my soul. The touch of my empathetic hands. The passion that is body. And the song, that is our voice.
I love and honor her, Because She is a women, Sometimes a little girl. One Who could stand on her own. But, who has chosen to belong to me. To something greater then us alone. Knowing we fill, Each others empty spaces. Knowing, Without honor, How could there be love? This is what makes us whole.
Poem? credo? by: Bo aka LovingStrength (c)9/18/95 revised 4/30/02 revise again 7/04
My Little Kitten
She rests, Within the circle, That is me. Kitten snores, Vibrate a gentle rhythm, Against my chest. A soft purring, Of content. My hand a hypnotic comb, Through long flaxen hair, My mind, awash in sense memory. Filled with her essence. Her scent. Her subtle taste. Her satin warmth, As her skin, Becomes mine. My groin still aches, From that passions grasp. Though satiated and relieved, From that deep release. Into the bowels of her. Where we both find solace the most. A deep, intense place, within her belly, Where I...........release us both.... Into ecstasy's madness. Loves gladness. And, I feel it stirring again. Within her. Me. Erect with anticipation. I enter. A slow journey....into the heart of her. To again. Ride her orgasm with mine. A rushing pulsating river. And then again...............again. Till we sleep, In calmer waters. In loves sweet exhaustion. Loves sweet embrace.
By Bo....6/25/04
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