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	About Osiris28551 ?I am looking for truth, within the web of lies', and sincerity in the heart of just one. I am looking for a full-time live-in submissive. I am not looking for someone who seeks to only serve in the bedroom, nor am I looking for anyone who cannot give of them self completely. I don't want to waste my time molding, and sculpting, a compulsive liar. So I expect complete honesty from the time we say hello. All that I expect from you, too You I will give. I do expect to be able to laugh with you, joke around with you, and build fond memories that we can share outside of the lifestyle. ? I will also expect, as you would from me, the best possible care that can be given. Anything less than our best, will not be enough, we will?create our memories, our moments, our way. I?am seeking a submissive, someone who shares matching interest, if we do not than I wish you well on your journey. To those who share similar needs as my own some of them being as follows': (But will not be limited to) 1. Lactation/Forced Lactation 2. Anal/Oral/Vaginal Use 3. Spankings ? A. Buttocks ??B. Thighs? ????????? ??????????? Additions: (Not limited to) ???? 1. Face slapping ?????2. Nipple Pinching ?????3. Clit Spanking ???? 4. Choking ?????5. Chastity ?????6. Branding 4. Bondage ???? A. Breast ?????B. Hands ???? C. Arms ??? ?D. Legs Domination to me has many avenues, and many needs'. As submissive does', the point I am making is this the relationship between owner, and property is solely built by the works, and understanding of those involved. The aspect of control is not dropped upon the intended, but instead is placed upon them, wrapping them in a loving blanket so to speak, allowing them to feel protected, as well as,captive. To Be Continued.

I lay down the elegance of my words, to reveal the inner most secretive of thoughts. If only I had my wits, if only this day I controlled mine own heart. Let before me the rose budding open unto me yet to be seeded, to be fed, all that's needed for it yet to develop, to find substantial, and suitable nourishment for the journey which calls it to reveal, everything. Maybe not from the started not from the beginning, but open it shall, and giveth all it will, but not upon first being nourished, being fed, finding fulfillment by the care of its guardian, the sweet nectar of in the reign of its caretaker, and the sweet love strokes of discipline, or the the caress of useful pleasure explored by tender marks. Or the simple touch of the Handler, to get it all started.

I see you, funny you thought you could hide. I see the passion that Burns within, the need that drives you. My hand around your throat, squeezing tighter, and tighter, as I gaze into your soul. I let go only that you may breathe, to choke you some more. I twist your nipple, pinching its erectness lifting the fullness of your breast. I stop choking only to allow you air, and choke you some more. I watch your eyes, focused, vulnerable, allowing ME to your soul. I see you, you are the best of the best, as far as sluts go. I let go of your nipple, kiss it, lick it, then rougher harder, I twist, I pinch, bitch I am in control. I see your longing, I don't let go. You need air lets see how much longer you can go. Then you touch ME, damn now I got to start over. Bend that ass over.

Submission, is not an act of weakness, but instead strength. It consist of trust, of allowing another control of you. It comes in various ways, as gentle as the caress of a feather, to as harsh as the blow of a sledge hammer attacking an anvil. It can be as prey struggling to free itself from the predator that holds it. No matter how much you fight, no matter the tears you cry, nor how loud you scream, it wont let go. Submission is an art beautiful and pure, a dance of sorts rhythmic and sensual, destined to fulfill to satisfy your one, it is the prey the predator cannot escape, the net that holds, a Dominant captive.

Who are you, a friend, a foe, or slithering, slothful, plotting another's end? What do you require a paddle, a whip, attention, to be led, to be used, is your worth more than your body, or your sex? Can you communicate your thoughts, your intentions, or will I have to guess? Define yourself for yourself?

This is a MAN'S world. You see MAN made the car, to take us over the road. MAN made the train to carry the heavy load. MAN made the electric light to take us out of the dark. MAN made the boat for the water, like NOAH made the Ark. This is a MAN'S, MAN'S, MAN'S world, but it would be nothing, nothing, without a WOMAN, or a girl. MAN thinks about a little Bitty baby girl or a little boy. MAN makes them happy, cause MAN makes them toys'. And after MAN makes everything, everything, that he can MAN makes money, the root of all evil, too buy from other MAN. This is a MAN, MAN, MANS', world but it would be nothing, nothing, without a WOMAN, or a girl. HE'LL be lost in the wilderness, he's lost in loneliness, he'll be lost in bitterness. This is a MANS',MANS',MANS', world but it will be nothing, nothing without a WOMAN or a girl.

I once read, (Every Woman Is Destined To Be The Property Of A Man). I did accept it, and did believe it. I bought that wolf ticket, but for many I have known, it is the furthest, from the truth. Many women I believe secretly want to be a man, or want a woman,hmm. Or believe all men are so amazingly weak that if she dangles herself in front of him, any man would be willing to do what ever she wants. Hmmm, that's not a thought worth pondering. Nor worth the time it took ME to type it.

I am a chauvinist, I stand on the traditions, and the belief of the 1950's. An era of great significance, an era that brings such pleasure to MY imagination. An era of family, when MEN where not afraid to be, and women where A vital asset, a homemaker, the mortar that held it all together. The key to the puzzle.

I lay bare my title, I lay bare my weaknesses. Is Domination now like a child's game, like children on a school yard, tag you are it, like an adolescent child, gimme gimme, then how dare I subject myself, to horrid, and self pain. I wish more, than the lies, I wish more than the futile little childish games, I wish more than some twisted fantasy existence. I lay bare all that surrounds me in vain, and I wait ever so patiently like a grizzly tracking prey, one of substance, will I find, and then I will understand why it has been this way. What better way to appreciate what you HAVE, BY remembering the ordeals you sent away.

Such beautiful faces, such clouded minds, and confused hearts. I see no end too this desolate state, yet like many others I wait for change, a change of mind, a change of heart, a woman who is and will be constant. A constant SERVICE, a viable, asset too the Master plan held by me mentally, too be erected by me physically. MAYBE the best action is to forget the heart, and just put one under contract, a paid servant maybe 12 months too start. Maybe.

So many waist their time in wasteful, unproductive, situations. Carrying around the baggage,blaming all for the scars. That you dont care or cant see when someone truly wants you. You become part of the machine, tearing your way to hurting more.

If I command you and dont know you, demand you and cant call your name, am I worthy of you, or a weakling hiding behind a screen name. If I cannot respect myself can I respect you. Choose wisely ladies the scars the pain is all that will comfort you.

RESPECT, is earned titles are given. If I command you to bow before me, that requires an act of humility and trust. If I demand you honor my title, does my title hold more authority than my actions?

Trust me pass, the pains that rage deep inside causing you to strike out in fear. The doubt when someone new approaches, causing you to cowar when someone reaches for your hand. If all thats given is your body on what can we build.

If you are to give yourself, then know it means more than words. It means more than sending picures or fulfilling a fantasy. It means being free, of mind, of heart, it means giving you the essence, the soul, that which you fear to give, that which is rare

Feel the coldness and it will bring you warmth. Feel its strength and it will comfort you, accept its restrictions, and you will find freedom. With this collar I take from you what rightly belongs to Me. I take you.

As a Dom, Master. I govern My property as I govern myself. I expect from her, what I invest. I demand from her all, and accept all with care, and respect. With endearing care I govern, and with a sadistik thirst I will drink from you.

I just want to tell you I love you, that I love you. From my chest I cut out my own heart, and give it to you. My faith, my heart, I trust to you. My Pet A treasure to Me you are, and in all My searches, not one, not one I found compares to you. None can.

I make you no promises except one, all I am I give to you my pet. I offer consistancy and attention. Discipline and guidance, nurturing and after care. I will make your body my canvas, your mind I will hold, and your sex will house my seed.

The same faces, the same games, is there not any who do not offer themselves in vain, the same faces, the same games, each with there own objectives, each with there own plan, none with a clue pass there own nasty little pussies which they pass out like cotton candy.

This path keeps getting more and more entertaining, and less, and less, clarity, for all the weeds, choking out the grass.

A slave/submissive is more than just someone to inflict pain upon, they are fulfuillment to a cause, an answer to the mystery, a Dom/Master is only a title when no one kneels at your feet.

As Master/Dom/Domme, when do we accept the challenge to rise above the bullshit, the lying, the games, the overall, making bad lasting impressions, causing pains, creating barriers, leaving some scarred for life, because it makes you a man/woman to spank somebody.

Until you learn to master you, you cant master nobody else. Until you learn to appreciate the gift of submission, you can't respect the art of controlling the one who offer's it? Domination is not a toy, it is as air. As it dwells within urging, it must be released.

It can lay dormant, or held in, for a time,but it will not be cut off or put away. It must be released, It is a warm blanket, a coating placed upon the intended to keep them safe, to allow them in servitude the freedom to be who they are, without emotional scars.

Respect the art, and gain a new respect for the canvas to paint your master piece on.

Interesting is it not how so many women are willing to expose themselves completely, but cannot divulge not even an inkling of the purpose of the position they say they are seeking.

It is interesting how when the multitudes of interest appear, you know the ready to fuck you right now doms' appear with the bullshit, the you have pretty titties, or the you will kneel before me, or the I own you. But dont even know your name.

This shit is sickening I understand the lifestyle is based on the interpretation of those living within it. But when do we remember safe, sane, and responsible. Can we not get pass the bullshit, so real people can handle real business.

If you dont define yourself, for yourself, then someone else will. You showing nude pictures don't define you, it defines what others will percieve of you.

For me personally to have a slave, is to have property, to collar a slave is what mortar means to a brick. Through hurricanes, or monsoons, droughts, or times of plenty the bond if (2) decide to be Master/slave, and in my mind Husband/wife the bond should never loose it's grip.

Ladies figures wear away, personalities stay.

A word I need with you. I cannot wait, so I say to you stop what you are doing, and hear me.

You dance around me, not noticing. You dance around me, without care. Thinking because many want you, many crave your attention, that you have the audacity to overlook greatness, but to frown in the face of it.

Little girl, watch your step, I may accept this arrogance from you, for a time, although you are not mine, as I have told you many times before. I will have you.

You think because you are a rich chocolate, and your sweet ass has a perfect round curve, watch yourself slavegrl, I thirst to take you, smell your fear ooze from your pores, little grl, little grl, you play dangerous games with that pretty brown frame.

Would I rape? You are as beautiful as you are chocolate, I will not only take you. I will hold you hostage.

I sit staring, staring out into a cloud filled sky. Rain drenching all it reaches.

I sit staring, thinking of that one to be mine. I wonder of her beauty, of her mind. I wonder of our times, those we may share.

The rain now pouring, my heart wondering when will the day come, the day when the one I own is the one I hold.

The day when my bride-slave will be revealed to me. My lips cannot wait to taste her. Thinking of her on my tongue, feeling her at my side. My bride-slave. A simple smile appears on my face, completion my thought.

How sad these thoughts make me, not even close I think I am tho there is always wishfull thinking. Who would have ever thought such pains for a willing, living, feeling, doormat. My doormat/woman lover/tool where are you?There is possibly one, but no interest she shows. My will persistant, my heart beats weak, still I press on. I'll find her someday, even if not today. Someday will come.

So I'm sending out.
Not my heart, but a special request.
To all who reads this lay to rest the games, and the bullshit. I seek one to be mine, I wait for her, to earn her, that upon finding her nothing will be in our way.

You see I seek to own her, but I dont wish just to place a collar upon her neck, she will mean even more than this. The missing piece to the puzzle, the missing pillar to our dynasty.

If you feel you may be she, make your feelin's known. If not just move on. I've been waiting to long. I need, I need for my girl to come home.

If I were you, and you were me? Then who are we?

Would we find completion?
Would our,my,your weaknesses prevent us from our destiny.

If I were you, and you were me, how unfulfilling life could be, if all shared my strengths. As well as weaknesses.
How empty it would make us, you,me.

Persistance gets the better of me.
There is one who intrigues me.
Yet no notice has she given me.

Obvious no interest she has for me.
Still the girl intrigues me.
Yes she is shapely, yet intellectual.
A gem of a find, a treasure.

Yet no notice has she given me.
Still my mind finds her delightfully intriguing.
Me she cant see.
Maybe I dont fit her taste.

But maybe holds no bounds, no reasoning in my mind. Only certainties move me.
Maybe causes stubbling which causes reasons for inadequate blabbering, and constant worry leading to doubt.

A warrior in me.
Willing to take my place a King.
Still my mind challenges me with thoughts of the idea.

This girl intrigues me I dont even know her name, just her ID:blkslavegrl.

A mystery her face.
Like a pirates treasure hidden from me is her name.

So I wait for the moment, the spark, maybe the chance that I may know her.

What you say? I sound weak.
Aren't we all sometime or another.
Take me at my word weakness not the reasoning, I am overwhelmed, by her the girl blkslavegrl.

No silly I am not in love, I am intrigued wondering if maybe, just maybe I've been searching for her.

I wait because well so many let downs so many wasted chances. I expect there may be more. But this chance will not be wasted in her thoughts, one day I will dwell.

But I havent done anything?

I've done possibly more than you. I sent a quick note giving a glimpse of myself. While you read this and wonder, possibly about you, yourself.

If it is meant then mine she will be, and if not a well treasured experience it will be, just to know her. You know blkslavegrl.

I am Dominant.
I am not mean, nor hateful.
I am Dominant.

It does not mean sex is all I seek.
It does not mean I am desperate.
Please, with so many willing to play the part though true many are posers. I seek for Me that 1 who serves with her heart.
Fueled by the passion within her soul.

Then, and only then can a Dominant, play his part.

To be Dominant without girl is aimlessly, ranting, screaming a title, while not living the part. Since I wait, I prepare, always preparing for the girl I will own true to heart.

So I wait until I find the girl.
The 1 true to Me, to her, to her own heart.
Willing to give all she is, finding Me worthy of what she gives.

I am a Dominant who has yet to find his girl.
Many willing to accept her part, none able to fill her shoes. Still I seek her, I prepare for her. I prepare for my part, I prepare Me the Man, all the while preparing, simply waiting, to unleash all within My Dominant heart.

I see you My pretty.
How Fiesty you are, My precious girl.
My Sapphire.

I see you as you try and evade captivity.
No need running, all prey in time find comfort in cages.
None the less prey, My captive soon will you be.

It is well that I should take care of you, that I shall be He that rules you, it is well.
Chains', My precious worry not about them,
instead use them to learn of boundaries, and how they shall be overcome.

Entangled in chains learn of your inner strengths, watch the depths you grow, while feeling free, and yet bound.

Will I hurt you, of course not!!
I will love you as I know.
By Dominating you.

There, There, now dont be afraid.
I seek to mold you, sculpt you, make you My slave. Created by GOD, sculpted by Me, for Me.

At times I may seem harsh, but remember your safety always a must, and although I seem cruel, sometimes may heart will break, but still I will follow My guide for My control of you, and the rules I've made.

Whether I choose to be as gentle as a feather, or with an iron hand will be according to whats needed as a proper reprimand.

It is well precious Sapphire, if the time comes, a perfect little collar I will place upon you. A sign for all eternity, before man and beast, this precious girl is owned.

While on this collar enscripted will be
"Never To Be Released".

I find it interesting how things stay the same, yet they change. Although I have been away from the site awhile the same names, from the same places, the same games.

Who Am I:
I am honest, responsible, disciplined, and most of all motivated. I dont need, nor want money whores, prostitutes, or just an average sex slave. I want more.

You can call me Osiris, I am 35 years of age, and I reside in North Carolina. I do what I say, and mean what I say. I dont allow for excuses, nor care to hear them, but understand things happen.

I am not looking to control you via: web cam, telephone, e-mails, or possibly by putting a note in a bottle. I want real time interaction, whether it be your place or mine,as long as it happens. I am chauvinistic I am controlling, I am demanding, I am overbearing, and I am strong willed. You will do what I want. No questions or doubts about it.

I am seeking:
A heart that is true, and a tongue that is honest, attached to ass,and titties. A woman no matter how strong willed can be put to use as long as she trully knows what is required, and her duties. The rest will be taught by discipline,and a strong collar.

To be continued:

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