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| New to the BDSM community and seeking to learn the skills and abilities of a good dom. The original still water runs deep here quiet and reserved, almost aloof public demeanor covers an assertive, demanding personality. Prefer experienced female/trans sub/slaves as I have much to learn. Any doms willing to mentor please feel free to contact as I feel an ignorant, inexperienced neophyte dom needs to learn thoroughly and correctly or risk injuring or dissapointing their sub/slaves.
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How can society trumpet the so-called truth of euqality in relationships when the actual truth is so self evident?
All of us here know that people are different, have differing needs and potentials yet still those fools chant 'we are all equal'. Save us all from equality I say. Relationships cannot be managed by a commitee, for there to be any useful direction there must be a single guiding hand.
A partnership is not a meeting of equals, for how then can agreement ever be reached on direction? Just look at the United Nations for example. A partnership is a teaming of complimentaries, leadership for foresight and direction, empowered by subordinates who give their energies, effort and indivualism so that something greater can be achieved than if all worked seperately towards the same ends.
This is the essence of a truthful, fullfilling and healthy relationship.
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My normal rolling strut of a walk carries me to the portal of Slingo's, one of my favorite haunts - home of all that is bi and gay in Melbourne. Glass in hand I strut out to the beer garden primed for the hunt.
There she is, a goth by her dress and makeup but there is an element of forced bravado about her demeanor, she is new to the lifestyle and still unsure of herself. Her half smile of invitation changes my daytime strut into the dancer's glide and as I enter her personal space she doesn't flinch as my hand slides from her wrist to her elbow,drawing her to my side.
My manner has driven her friends away but still this little bird lingers, after a very satisfactory bout of tongue wrestling I loosen my hold a little and slide my hand down to her hand, slowly and sensuosly massaging the base of her thumb and watching her eyes go sleepy with sensuality. Now is the time, quickly I take the fold of skin between her thumb and index finger and give it a sharp twisting pinch watching her eyes dilate with shock.Will she flush with pleasure or. . my little bird goes pale with fright, twists her hand out of my grasp and flies to her friends - such a shame, but not a total loss, she looked back at me twice before her friends ushered her out the door.
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My normal rolling strut of a walk carries me to the portal of Slingo's, one of my favorite haunts - home of all that is bi and gay in Melbourne. Glass in hand I strut out to the beer garden primed for the hunt.
There she is, a goth by her dress and makeup but there is an element of forced bravado about her demeanor, she is new to the lifestyle and still unsure of herself. Her half smile of invitation changes my daytime strut into the dancer's glide and as I enter her personal space she doesn't flinch as my hand slides from her wrist to her elbow,drawing her to my side.
My manner has driven her friends away but still this little bird lingers, after a very satisfactory bout of tongue wrestling I loosen my hold a little and slide my hand down to her hand, slowly and sensuosly massaging the base of her thumb and watching her eyes go sleepy with sensuality. Now is the time, quickly I take the fold of skin between her thumb and index finger and give it a sharp twisting pinch watching her eyes dilate with shock.Will she flush with pleasure or. . my little bird goes pale with fright, twists her hand out of my grasp and flies to her friends - such a shame, but not a total loss, she looked back at me twice before her friends ushered her out the door.
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Black,black,black it has always been feared from the time of our earliest primate ancestors as they huddled together for protection as the dark night advanced over the african savannah black has always represented the night and danger which most men are ill equiped physically or mentally to deal with.
Black has always been my hue, it defines me in certain ways and conveys a message to the world that in many ways I am an absolutist. We only have to lift our eyes to the night sky to witness its ascendency over earthly colour, lit only by the purest argence of starlight it presides over half our existance yet the vanilla world shuns it and turns away its eyes, searching for colour.
Yes black is my hue, worn without any distracting colour and relieved only by silver accessories, the argent glow that intesifies the absolute soveriegnty which is black.
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Well here I am at the start of the road and my path lies clear before me, a journey from ignorance to enlightenment. I have cast off my millstone on convention and look around me with eyes that seek truth, not mere acceptance. At my feet lie the broken shackles of conventional wisdom that bound me to a life of fear and loathing of the unusual and unnacepted, not that I ever sought aceptance in that life, I simply never thought beyond the accepted boundaries as they rarely touched my vanilla life. From here the path winds ever onwards leading who knows where, but one thing is certain I will never be the man I was and the way forward is a journey of learning and personal growth within a community that practices genuine acceptance of the unusual which the vanilla world merely pays lip service to.
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| Age: 20 |
| At Her feet,
Illinois |
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