*dips his head in a humble bow to the reader of his profile*

I am a young man, one whom lives an ordinary life. There's work, the dredge of programming and webdevelopment. And then there are the hobbies, drawing, digital art, reading books, mmo's and having fun with friends. I'm known to have a good sense of humor, yet also to be shy among strangers. 

Plain and simple, nothing out of the 'ordinary' there.

Yet beneath this shell of complete 'normalness' lies a different side. A side that craves to feel the leather of a collar being wrapped around his neck. That leash being tugged, the demand to finish that bowl of dog food that has been so graciously provided as dinner. Merely writing this already makes me want to kneel behind my laptop as I confess these things.

Those are my fantasies, but they are not reality. Therefor it is hard to claim I am slave or sub, knowing  that thee is a big difference. It is hard to claim that this or that is my limit. It's impossible for me to know these things.

You can't really say how many miles you can run, unless you try it.

And even then, each next attempt might well mean you can achieve more.

The same goes for what I might seek, a dominant lady, that's a given. How strict? how cruel? I know Id just liek to try first. There's no use in stating that in my fantasies I am some heavily abused 24/7 slave, because fantasies and the reality of it are totally different things.

So that is a peek in me, and perhaps someone will read this and decide to give me a peek in the reality of BDSM, one can only hope.