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| It’s not about romance or love or the cleaned up country club version of bdsm that has become so popular lately. There is a place for those things but some of us have needs for something else, something more primal, something that dispenses with the burden we have been forced to carry as a result of the pretensions of civilization.
So go back. Be yourself. Thrashings are given—old style beatings—heaping helpings of degradation or objectification can be administered with the hopes of dragging you over the edge and into the vortex. Many things can happen, not out of a puerile fascination with toys or scenes, but out of the collective effort to achieve a total effect. I like--indeed relish--protocol, but not as modeled after some sort of Internet-inspired guidelines, but as defined by our relationship, as our own language of dominance and submission. It’s pushing you down until you perhaps feel who and what you are if only for a moment in time. I like to see the formerly willing crawl across the floor, like to give them things to wallow in, and I like it all because it is what we are. Unashamedly. Unapologetically.
But is it safe? It sounds so…so…dangerous. Don’t worry. Because I equally respect our laws, the sanctity of human life and our rights to make choices about how and what we choose to do regardless of the societal norms often espoused at us by the denizens of the “scene,” it is more about retrievable pain and suffering than it is about anything that would be permanent or irreversible. Limits are likewise observed, respected and guarded. It is more about the sublime nature of peering into the abyss. Do you want to come and look over the edge? (The journey to get there may vary greatly, in accordance with your needs and desires, from mild to wild, but the view from the top is still exhilarating no matter what path we take to get to our destination.)
Needless to say, none of this is about staking out an easy road to cheap sex. I know the wires seem to be currently crammed to overflowing with people that have that notion--at least that's a general perception--but to be quite frank and hopefully not too deflating, sex is rather pedestrian and woefully easy compared to the possibility of something deeper, more difficult and perhaps more fulfilling. This is not to take sex completely off the table, but to say it is not all about a sex act, and indeed it could be dispensed of all together if it would serve our path better. but it is to wrap sexuality within a wrapper of raw passion. And yeah, at that point, anything is possible.
What you choose to do, in terms of those other relationships is up to you. But after all, I’m not talking about falling in love, building houses, picking out the carpet, having babies or whitewashing the picket fences. (Oh wait a minute...I'd love to have a baby if anyone is interested in going that route--and I don't mean this to be in anyway associated with the kink bdsm/aspects of this profile—but yeah it could go that far—and since I've ventured down that road, I'd love to fall in love--deeply, with a thud [or thuddy if you prefer]--if our entwined passion seems to seek and desire permanence). But I am talking about intimacy. Undeniably. This undeniably aspires to a certain intimacy which rules out the notion of throwaway cheap and easy sex under the pretext of dominance or supposedly assuaging your submissiveness. (Again, there are people who may have needs of the quick and easy variety, and for them, there is a time and place for that, but I want to be clear in these notes.) What it is about is the animalistic instincts to give and to take, to suffer for a cause, and to finally know and understand that you’re alive before you drift away on the warm washes of a too-calm sea. It also can go way beyond the bedroom, pervading a subtle life of submission and control. After a long life of riding choppy seas, I deeply want an ultimate, final relationship. Give me that and I'll give you everything.
I am not swept up in the Internet-driven dominant bluster, with the accompanying titles and sweeping declarations, nor do I make broad general assessments designed to make this something that speaks for the bondage community or makes it an oh-so-serious worldview that describes something that is supposed to work for all of humanity. It is simply something that I want and need, something that works for me. And something that might work for you because I know that there are others who are a little bit lost in a vast plain of sameness, and who likewise have these burning primal needs. Yeah, maybe you.
I might update this from time to time (and I do) but inquiries are always welcome. (Question...comments...requests for more or better pictures...all that for the interested or curious.) Come to me (on here) because it's not likely I will come to you. It makes much more sense for people who self-identify with these words to come forward than for me to try to figure out who might be reasonably expected to be receptive to an approach of this nature, based on the sparse and safe nature of words that any decent girl should or would put in a profile--while keeping that other face, the one with that smiley-face exterior, hidden away. She might not want to be found out, even by the prying eyes of strangers. She might have a purpose in mind, some changes she'd like to make but are so-far inaccessible on the routine-terrain of ordinariness, changes that could only be properly assuaged on a deeper level of control. And towards this end, it is also not just a fantasy to be put-on like a fashion accessory, but something much deeper and integral to her true essence.And besides all of that, I never ever chase, and I never beg. I am likewise happy, content and patient, with or without replies, which should read as not particularly desperate or cloying, and I am confident that the right person will present herself at the right time. And she'll know when she's there, she'll know who she is. And maybe she'll feel something at last. And maybe she'll even think it's about love and romance after all, because maybe it is. And maybe everything is somewhat malleable, another world will open--even picket fences albeit with a little barbed wire. [I also make a good eggs benedict and cheese fondue amongst other things and enjoy a receptive sense of humor because doesn't a heightened level of sensuality follow from an enhanced level of intimacy.]
I have a wide range of interests that could be fused and mashed up with the other elements of this profile which could make a fine blend for the right person/recipient--this includes disparate things like cooking and taking long walks (even disappearing into the landscape for a few days) and writing published romances (yeah...you read that right), reading a lot, and always striving to find the adventure in day-to-day living no matter how deep I have to look. I'm healthy and in good shape (which hopefully translates to more than that I can fling a whip or wield a paddle with authority.,,but that too). I have rather deep sensitivities to people and the conditions they live in, and to the contrasting conditions and dimensions of life on this planet--but I believe that sensitivity is not incompatible with dominance in that it takes strength to feel powerfully and deeply. And I'd love to do all that with someone who likewise has the strength to surrender, and to become most decidedly mine.
In the meantime: Relax. Everything'll be OK.
[I also don't smoke, drink or do drugs because THAT's dangerous--although I don't mind drink in moderation because that tends to be the shape of the world in which we live. And for the record, I have never ever hit a woman out of anger, nor would I.]
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