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	About SirChristopher Hi, my name is Sir Christopher Wren and I'm seeking any submissive males or females that would like to be domed. Check out some of my pics to see how good I am at doming, or read my journal to find out more about my interests and past achievements. 'DOMING' AND ITS HISTORICAL CONTEXT Today it is commonly accepted that what is now known as the common refracting telescope was invented in 1608 by a Dutch spectacle-maker, Hans Lippershey. In the years immediately following Hans Lippershey's invention, Galileo Galilei's popular utilization of this early telescopic design caused a big stir in the BDSM clubs of Pisa and Florence, and by the mid 1620s voyeurism had become a monumental craze, not only in Italy, but throughout all of Europe. However, by the time of my youth, the rapture of the post-renaissance BDSM world had widened to also include wax play, fire play, knife play and breath control, although there was also an ever increasing interest being shown, by those who like pushing the envelope, in completely new areas of BDSM such as cuckolding and long-term imprisonment. Nevertheless, need I remind you, there was no electric play back then, nor Gorean Masters, and no one had heard of Shibari yet. And of course, in those days, women that demanded the payment of a tribute, or gift of an offering, before they would even socially interact with you were almost universally known as courtesans (if they were well-to-do) or prostitutes (if, like most of their modern day counterparts on this site, they were not), while sissy maids were simply referred to by their more correct name of catamites. But the big craze for me and the crowd I hung with (Robert Hooke and Robert Boyle, mostly) was fire play ... we really got our rocks off on it. One day, back in September of 1666, the two Bobs, some other notable astronomers and alchemists from the Royal Society, and myself were all participating in a pretty wild fire scene down in one of the private dungeons located in the basement of the Tower of London (this was a big BDSM hangout in those days) when the sub bitch we were topping suddenly broke into spontaneous combustion ... and before any of us could fully appreciate what had happened, we had started the Great Fire of London. As my scientific colleague Huygens used to say: "Shit Happens!" But every cloud has a silver lining. I guess it was only natural that, after the great blaze had finally run its course, the next big thing to hit the scene in London was rebuilding. That's when my lifelong interest for architecture really took off .... and, in particular, my intense passion for doming. This became the new buzz among the aficionados of the London BDSM in-crowd that I hung with, and we pursued it relentlessly - we were like men possessed. Not only were my architect buddies and I the first ever professional domers, we were probably also the most prolific professional domers - or, as we were more colloquially referred to back then, ProDoms - that the BDSM community has ever known. We would find any excuse or opportunity we could to 'top' a building with a dome. The results of our great lust and fervour - England's most noble, majestic and imposing domed structures and edifices - very quickly became the talk, not only of the London BDSM scene, but of most of the civilized western world, and resulted in a whole new genre of BDSM play that is today simply referred to as 'Doming'. The way I like to tell it ... I, with a little help from my architect friends, was the dude that put the "D" in today's BDSM. A full listing of the domed erections (pardon my French) that I am personally responsible for is far too extensive to include here; so I have selected, for the photos that are contained here in my listing, some of my personal favourite doming achievements from this golden period of BDSM. FEEDBACK If you like my listing, please take the time to send me a message ... I love to read emails, and unfortunately there's not much else to do down here where I am. I strive to reply to all the messages that I receive, but sometimes it can take me awhile as I only have a quill pen and the vandals keep stealing the ink ... so please be patient. BUT PLEASE NOTE: Any emails from subs or sissies who fail to show me due respect by not addressing me as "Sir" will be deleted without any response.

Hey, will whoever the SOB is that keeps adding new photos to my listing please cease and desist ASAP. Those photos have absolutely nothing to do with what I'm about ... no, really ... look, read my profile for chrissake ....

WELCOME TO SIR CHRISTOPHER'S JOURNAL. If Y/you came here to peruse My list of interests and/or achievements then please note that they appear at the END of my journal, as they were entered first. To reach them will require some scrolling. If Y/you don't know how to scroll, please move on. If Y/you do have the scrolls then Sir Christopher recommends that Y/you see a physician -unless, of course, Y/you've always walked like that. Ah, yes ... for those of You that are Dom/mes, need Sir Christopher remind You that the "DOWN ARROW" key is what Your slave's nose is for!

But, boy, how things have changed since My day ... back then everything was TOP DOWN. Sir Christopher has to admit He is very uncomfortable with the inherent BOTTOM UP nature of this journal, but what can a Dom do ? I've tried complaining to the CollarMe admin. folks but they won't help ... all I get back from them is a request for a more recent digital image of Me. Jeez ... is there NO intelligent life on this website ?

Due to the number of very kind and endearing electronic messages that I have been receiving lately, I have decided to publish a few of the more recondite of these communiqués in my journal so that all of Y/you aspiring novice and wannabe kinks out there may appreciate much better the subtlety and nuance with which properly educated and polite, well-seasoned kinks communicate with each other. There is no place in Sir Christopher's mailbox for one-line correspondence from people offering "to be done by Sir" (no matter how delightful that experience might ultimately turn out to be for Him) nor for silly time wasters who believe that Gor is a real place. Sir Christopher does, of course, avidly look forward to reading any well-written and well thought-out communication that has something poignant or interesting to say about the wonderful world of BDSM and the kinky kinks that populate it, so please keep those letters coming ...

My Dear Sir Christopher Wren,

Ahh, Sir, such wonderful doming experiences you have shown me. The archways, the flying buttresses ... the breast implants. Hey, stop that! Do you know with all of my vast experience as a FemDom, I had no clue that doming had such a long and illustrious history, unlike my first marriage which ended on a note so low that I daresay it would have heartily echoed throughout the domes of Rome.

I, of course, now seek to have my own doming experience in the present day to continue in the grand tradition that you have labored so long and hard (Watch it, sister! This is a family site.) to instill within the modern confines of our BDSM lifestyle. Ahh, to transcend time; the eternal stone of the dome shall ever live on in an upstanding fashion within the throbbing walls of my heart.

I shall start small: I will erect (Alright, thats it! Everybody out of the pool!) my first dome on the crest of my garage in celebration and soon, my entire neighborhood will not only be in awe of my own doming abililities, but also amazed at how much their own property value has rapidly plummeted.

I thank you, Sir Christopher Wren, for this enlightening excursion through the annals (Hah! That's not even a dirty word!) of doming history.

As always, I remain

Sincerely yours,

Domina Blyght

Dear Domina Blyght,

For some time now I have been considering sharing with other like-minded kinks some of the truly wonderful correspondence that I have received from those that have viewed My profile here on CollarMe.com. Consequently, I was wondering, Madam, whether You would welcome the honour of being the first person to have Their letter reprinted in it's entirety in Sir Christopher's journal. Since Yours would be the premier such entry I would, of course, completely waive all costs associated with the proper professional presentation and publication of Your missive, so this new venture of Mine would, this one time, involve absolutely no expense to Yourself, Dear Lady.

The reaction from CollarMe administration to My proposed new endeavour has, to be honest, been somewhat luke warm ... their only comment so far being that I would have to Bowdlerize the word "annals" from it because the CollarMe site has a considerable number of minors that regularly log on to it (which, of course, goes a long ways to explaining the quality of most of the listings on their esteemed pages).

I look forward to hearing back from You soon with respect to My proposed enterprise, my good Lady, and in the interim I hope that You have a very enjoyable Easter holidays.

Respectfully Yours,

Sir Christopher Wren

My Dearest Sir Christopher Wren:

I sit in silent awe at your proposed offer, Sir. I am honored, unabashedly so, that you would consider my humble offering for your proposal, and I do accept forthwith to allow you permission to repost with respect my recent rehashed repast.

Again, you honor me by even knowing of the existance of Mr. Bowdler, and I, Sir, am heartened that you do not intend on doing him any lipservice on this site or any other.

Please keep me abreast of your enterprises, good Sir, and I shall await further word from you upon attainment of your proposal.

Blyght

My Dearest Blyght,

Tchh, tchh, Good Lady, how times have changed. In My day, a person could have been fined as much as £200 for alliterating in public. We live in very dangerously liberal and sordid times indeed when it is acceptable for a Good Woman of grace, elegance and social standing such as Yourself, Madam, to be able to ? without so much as a conscience ? roll Her Arrrs in such a provocative manner when corresponding with a Gentleman. Believe Me, Madam, when I tell You that I have seen many, many things during My short 372 years on this planet, but that right there, My Dearest Domina, takes the cake!

As I sit here and reread Your electronic communication to Me, Dear Lady, and I struggle to twirl My tongue around Your extended Arrrs, I am reminded of my good friend Hippocrates, the Greek physician, who was the person that originally said: "Life is short, the art long, opportunity fleeting, experiment treacherous, judgment difficult." Quite, quite ? I couldn't have put it better Myself. However, over the centuries, his original "ars longa vita brevis" comment ? muttered, I might add, on encountering a Greek Goddess with magnificent cleavage ? has been much misquoted and abused, and even in the days of My youth, it was a very popular aphorism bandied around the Royal Society by the air-heads and superficials of My own day. My goodness Me ... during the last fifty years or so, damn it, it has even been appropriated by those "artsy-fartsy" types to mean "Life is short, but Art endures."

But the point of My little digression, My Dearest Domina, is that I just wanted to tell You that despite My short life, Your Arrrs will endure forever in My mind. Yes ... I think that adequately expresses what Sir Christopher wanted to say. There was more ... but it has gone clear out of My head.

Respectfully Yours,

Sir Christopher Wren

P.S. I will indeed keep You a breast of My enterprise ? Good Lady, You should fully appreciate, by now, Sir Christopher's great and consuming passion for all kinds of domes!!

My Dearest Sir Christopher Wren:

It seems such a sad state of affairs when an innocuous innocent receives certain continuous confining chastisement for daringly displaying a decisively deft dervish of alluringly appropriate alliteration! I stand aghast; my wrists, sir, are completely beside themselves with fluttering. I am suddenly reminded of an amusing yarn overheard during a brief discourse between learned, but quite obviously drunken men: A woman walks into a bar; asks the barman for a double entendre. So he gives her one.

I shall never forget those words, sir. They ring true, much like the sound my first wedding band made when it hit the side of the porcelain receptacle I had conveniently tossed it into after learning that my husband preferred the company of toothless, malapropic concubines. But I digest.

The hour it does grow late, sir. And with it my conviction that the TV Guide was right, once upon a time: the new day begins at 6 a.m., and the night belongs to the day that it follows.

Take heed, O ye most brave domer of men, for soon shall appear on the horizon the grand-Dome of us all, the sun.

Until next we speak, I remain

Sincerely yours,

Domina Blyght

Dear Domina Blyght,

How I truly value and treasure Your communications with me. Why, the first sentence of Your message alone must be good for at least £3500 in alliteration fines. Assuredly, a refined, reputable, yet rascally and roguish rapscallion, such as Wren could be readily rewarded with early retirement writing really raunchy retorts and repartee to a rare but radical redheaded reprobate such as Your royal redolent rump. Sometimes, I wonder if maybe I should have ~~erected~~ [this is your last warning, buddy ? three strikes and you're out! ... this message automatically inserted by the CollarMe anti-smut sentinel (ComeAss)] a "No Allitering" sign on My listing ?

To be quite frank (oh, how I hate that expression ... one never hears Mr. Lloyd Wright saying "To be quite Christopher" now, do You ?), I am unclear what Your point is, Dear Domina, with respect to "toothless, malapropic concubines." As one BDSM newbie innocently remarked to the Domme that was pushing the envelope in a fire play scene: "What are You incinerating, Madam ?" It strikes Me as perfectly natural that Your ex-husband would wish to seek the comforts of a Mistress ? the CollarMe website is full of such solicitous suckers seeking similar succour ? so why should such a worthy male quest be malapropos ? Is Your rancour directed at this harlot's concupiscence [hmmm ... we'll get back to you on that one ? ComeAss] or at her lack of dental work ? You must understand, Dear Lady, that in this world, for some men the seeking of a Mistress is an adventure, while others merely enjoy sucking Mistresses that 'av dentures.

Indeed, I will take heed, Madam ... I always take as much heed as I can get! Some men like to give heed, but I've always erred on the side of taking it, Myself. At heart, I'm quite the consummate heedonist. "Fill Your head with heed," is my life's motto, Dear Domina. These thoughts come to Me "like arrows, shooting through My mind from out of the blue ..." I'm not sure who originally said that, but I think it was my good friend Jeffrey Domer (now there was a gentleman that truly enjoyed edge play!). I hope they are of some value and comfort to You, Ma'am, and I look forward with fervent glee and ardour [don't push it, pal ? ComeAss] to receiving another ~~epistle~~ [OK, Fred, we're gonna have to close this creep down ? ComeAss] from You shortly, and I remain,

Respectfully Yours,

Sir Christopher Wren

P.S. In accordance with My promise to keep You a breast of My enterprise, Dearest Blyght, please check out the latest updates that have been made to Sir Christopher's journal.

P.P.S. I also kept You a couple of wings and a leg ? I do pray that You like Your meat white and not too greasy, Madam (I never could fathom what Women saw in Galileo ...).

My Dearest Sir Christopher Wren,

Sir, I am shocked; nay, shaken to my very core, yet stirred up emotionally not unlike the martini you will undoubtedly be enjoying while reading this, my latest missive.

As you will see, I never push the envelope as it is a certain way to garner at least one paper cut. And as the envelope never consented, this sensuous sentinal shall surely seek successive succinctuality with salacious stationers selling single sets of seemingly sentient stationery.

With regard to my ex-husband (and all ex-husbands everywhere), I fully conjecture that his misanthropic misadventures with malapropic, yet mealy-mouthed maidens shall serve him well in his dotage, which should be occuring any second now. I can scarce breathe from the excitement of it all, or mayhap it is just a corset set at such a level of constricture as to catch the passing fancy of my next liason. In either case, it is like my old nanny used to say: still cleavage runs deep.

I shall endeavor to check the signage on your journal, good Sir, to see if there was indeed a 'Fine for Alliterating' sign posted. If there is, I assure you that it was indeed fine, and thank you for the offer as you can see I have made good use of your hospitality. Your words tickle me in such a way that a featherdown comforter could never hope to.

Until next we speak, I remain

Sincerely yours,

Domina Blyght

My Dearest Blyght,

What a pleasure it is to decipher correspondence from You, Madam. Forsooth, not since I used to correspond regularly with My dear old friend and colleague Geoffrey Chaucer have I had to put My talent for reading Middle English to such extensive application. However, first Sir Christopher would like to say how very sorry He is to observe that the 'M' and 'S' keys on Your typewriter are now starting to cling, cleave and cohere in the same manner that Your taut 'R's did a couple of missives ago. If I was in Your position, Madam (and as much as an expert as Sir Christopher is in the tantric art of Kama Sutra, He isn't sure He could ever adopt exactly THAT position, Madam ? I take My hat off to You, Dear Lady!) I would dispose of Your current mechanical typing contraption forthwith. Forsooth, a lexical machine that is not capable of withstanding the harsh rigours of delivering 'S&M' can be of little utility to a dominating Domina such as Yourself, My Dear Blyght.

But even with his proficiency in Medieval English, Madam, Sir Christopher is still unable to fathom what the frick You are rabbiting on about with respect to pushing envelopes. I was unexpectedly reminded of the ecstatic joys and rapture of My youth and early adultery when, on entering words such as "sentinal" and "succinctuality" into my thesaurus rex, which ? it not being used to being fed words that do not exist (nor, I might add, have ever existed) in the English language ? promptly burst into flames, causing Sir Christopher to indulge in some sprightly spontaneous fire scene play. Ahh, such fond memories; those were the days ... I often think that it was from fondling such mammaries in His earliest years that Sir Christopher's deep and lusting passion for doming was born.

But it is not only Your syntax (which, I might add, is much, much higher under the current Bush administration than it was back in My day!) with which I find Myself struggling, Dear Lady, but also Your somewhat peculiarly singular and specious semantics. Now, don't get Me wrong, Madam, Sir Christopher is not at all anti-semantic ... no, no, no, some of My very best friends are words. But, despite Your obvious great love of alliteration, Madam, You don't seem to have quite got the hang of it! You seem to have got a fine grasp on that part of alliteration that mandates that all of the words must start with the same letter ? yes, that part You definitely appear to have down pat, Madam (and patrick, being the verbal abuse slut that he is, thanks You profusely for that, Dear Domina) ? but You don't appear to fully appreciate the fact that the resultant phrase or sentence must also ... and this is very, very crucial to successful alliteration, Dear Lady, so take good heed (I know I do, I get it on prescription now) ... the resultant phrase or sentence must ALSO make grammatical sense.

I fully understand that this is, indeed, a very subtle nuance in the art of alliteration ? and forsooth, Madam, there are not very many of us that are capable of fully grasping it ? but I am sure that after some deep cogitation and contemplation on this matter, and with some subsequent committed drill and practice on Your part, a fine Woman of such astute perspicacity and ~~deep penetration~~ [Oh No, No, No ... tut, tut ... You should know better than that! ? ComeAss] as Yourself, Dear Lady, will soon be able appreciate and better utilize to Your supreme benefit this more abstruse dimension to alliteration dexterity.

Finally, to return to the subject of Your taut 'R's, I did receive in the same mailbox as Your fine communiqué to Me, Madam, a letter from one Reverend Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (another good old compatriot, comrade, colleague, cohort and confrere of Sir Christopher's) who was writing to Wren to inform Him that he is currently working on a modest commentary that deals with the profound (hmmm ... or should that be profane? ... Sir Christopher sorely laments of late the loss of his linguistic lexical lookup facility) subject of hairy taut 'R's, and he wanted to know if I knew of anybody so afflicted. Well, Sir Christopher knows full well that Your Ladyship loves to extend Her 'R's in public and that You have absolutely no rectitude [Hey, come on now! ? ComeAss] when it comes to provocatively rolling Your 'R's in front of a Gentleman, but nevertheless, I do feel that it is neither polite nor becoming for a man of moral upstanding [?? ? ComeAss] and social stature such as Myself to be making comment to a third party with regard to the extent of the hairiness of Your esteemed taut 'R's. To do so would, in My humble opinion, Madam, be quite ~~heinous~~ [OK, that's it, finish this message up right now, you're out of here! ? ComeAss].

Consequently, I hope You don't mind, Dear Lady, but I have taken the license and liberty of forwarding Your CollarMe.com moniker to Reverend Dodgson so that he may pursue his fascinating inquiries with You directly, Dear Domina. Hopefully, You will be able to appropriately help him delve more deeply into his dark and dank subject matter, and that You will generously and liberally facilitate his lude, lustful, lecherous, lascivious and libidinous carnal research. Until our next communication, Dear Lady, I remain,

Respectfully Yours,

Sir Christopher Wren

Good Morning Sir Christopher :)

I found your profile to be very educational, interesting ... intriguing, and amusing! I had no idea how far back in history the story of Domination went! The pictures you've included in your profile are beautiful :) ...

Sir Christopher? I have a question for you. In your profile you list Knife Play, would you please explain to me exactly what Knife Play is? All I can imagine is that someone is tied to a St. Andrews cross and used for target practice .. .. Surely my imagination is out of control, no?

Thank you for your time.

Sassy. xoxox

Dear Missy Sassy,

The history of Domination goes much further back than where my humble narration begins, dear lady. Forsooth, there have been Masters and slaves throughout the whole history of mankind ... it is only in the last century or so that the wusses seem to have gained a more prominent political profile than they rightfully merit and now, for some ungodly reason, good honest slavery is considered politically incorrect! Harrumph! Dear, dear me, how social fashions have sadly changed for the worse ... we certainly live in troubled times. In His profile, Sir Christopher has merely addressed the history of Doming, dear lady, but He is, nevertheless, grateful that you found it "educational, interesting ... intriguing, and amusing." Sir Christopher thanks you for your very kind compliments, ma'am.

With respect to your question regarding Knife Play ... Sir Christopher was very amused by your vivid imagery of target practice on someone tied to a St. Andrews Cross! Ha, ha, ha. But unfortunately, something like that is straight out of Vaudeville or the Circus. In real life, Knife Play can take two basic forms, "cutting edge" Knife Play and "blunt" Knife Play. You really haven't lived as a sub until you've allowed some cruel and sadistic Dom/me to make nice deep incisions all over your body with a very sharp cutting instrument (Sir Christopher notes that since 9/11/01 box cutters have become a very popular Knife Play fad within some esteemed BDSM circles). It is this form of Knife Play that gives rise to the expression "edge play" that is used throughout all of the BDSM genres to express the sheer intense excitement and exhilaration that can be achieved by the use of sharp edges to push One's sub to the outer extremes of their tolerance (or beyond ... hee, hee, hee!).

But there is a whole school of BDSM aficionados that also enjoy "blunt" or "dull edge" Knife Play. These perverted souls get their rocks off by using blunt knives (or even broadswords or spatulas) to spread such items as peanut butter, cottage cheese or condiments (such as mustard or tomato ketchup) all over their subs before playing with them, or teasing them, or even "licking," "sucking" or "eating" them! All Sir Christopher can say is: E/each to H/his own kink! Personally, I have no interest in such repulsive and repugnant forms of "Master basting!"

I hope all this was useful and fully answers your question, dear missy. As you can see, Knife Play is not quite what you imagined it to be, although Sir Christopher does applaud your creative imagination ... maybe you should think about becoming a Domme, Miss Sassy ?

Respectfully yours,

Sir Christopher Wren

Quick note from MsStrez: i must say your profile is quite amusing! thank you for the smiles

Dear MsStrez,

Thank You for Your nice compliments about My listing - Your thoughtfulness is much appreciated. Please add Me to Your Favourites and check back often ... I intend to enhance My personal profile and update My journal entries. Also, tell Your friends about My listing, or even write something nice about it in one of Your wonderful technicolour blogs.

I am somewhat new to the world of BDSM (let Me see, I've only been involved in the 'scene' for about 330 years now, give or take) so please explain to Me what the *&#$ Your photo is all about - what has a Bosnian peasant woman hanging up her laundry in a domestic garage got to do with Female Domination ? Or is it Your impersonation of a bat ? You have great inner qualities, Madam ... wonderfully astute observations, a great sense of humour, a love of animals, and My personal favourite, a passion for chastity piercings ... so don't hide it all under a dirty blanket.

And what is with Your sense of colour, Madam ? No one has used a combination of magenta and lime since the early 1980s when CGA monitors were still considered high tech (but their excuse back then, poor souls, is that they only had 16 colours to choose from). What are You, Madam, some kind of aging hippy ? The psychedelic era ended in the 1960s, Madam ... Cream have broken up and Jimmy Hendrix is dead (and Jefferson Airplane lost it when they changed their name to Starship) ... You need to let go, Madam, and move on.

I know I have had to. No one builds cathedrals any more, nor do they fortify ports, nor are they interested in sundials, and the people on this site are more fascinated by cock rings than Saturn's rings. Believe me, Madam, take this advice from someone who has been around the block a few times, magenta and lime is, how do You say it ... ah yes ... friggin' geeky !!

I wish You well in Your search Madam. You have recondite 'interests' and they may be hard to match. I wish You good health and God's blessings, Madam.

Sir Christopher Wren

my beloved sir wren

you know FULL WELL the woman in front of the industrial garage is neither in a dirty blanket or pretending to be a bat. she of course is the morrighan and is about to change into her raven form. i need not let go of anything. i am comfortable in who and what i am. my visage is far too exotic for most to gaze upon, hence the rear view. it is out of concern for others i do this.

you are wrong by the way, i am interested in sundials and have several.

please do not speak to me of the jefferson starship. i spit when i hear their name (they built this city was THE biggest piece of tripe i have heard since wagner). cream may have broken up but somehow i'm wasted and i .... can't..... find..... my.... way........home (listen to that by ellen mcillwaine by the way)

i have added you to my favorites dear sir and will check in on you from time to time. you need never worry, i shall fly over you on occasion and make sure you are most safe and comfortable

i am the blood red rose
the morrighan
the earth mother

My Dear Moirah,

From where I sit, I've just seen a crone doing her bloodstained laundry outside an industrial (OK, I stand corrected) garage. Does that mean My number is up ? Or, I wonder, are You offering Me strength to deal with a major change in My life ? Either way, my Dear Morrighan, lose the bat outfit and the psychedelia. I attach a .gif file that I suggest You use until You come up with an image that Your inner qualities are more deserving of. This is also to let You know that I did a major update to My listing today .... check it out.

Sir Christopher Wren

P.S. Don't forget to move Your sundials forward next weekend.

*** Journal Entry Pending Approval ***

Some of my kinkier interests include: sundials; anatomical experiments; blood transfusions (especially dog to dog); physiology; goniscopes / measuring angles; instruments for surveying; meteorological instruments; CBT (oops, who put that in there?); fortifying ports; machines to lift water; water clocks; improved waterworks / bladder control / diaper training (hey, stop that!); methods of building under water for moles and quays (I'm very proud of the fact that I'm the world's first quay-holding Dom); trusses (that was always one of my favourites); fumigation and purification of sick rooms; grinding hyperbolic lenses (my good friend Descartes and I always enjoy a good grind); improvements in the art of husbandry (You FemDoms should take particular note of that one!); perfection of coaches; observing Saturn / voyeurism (jeez, that wasn't me ... that was Galileo's kink); optics; sunspots; watersports (hmmm, my mind's a blank on that one ... but I am interested in all kinds of water-related stuff, so I'm probably interested in that too); cycloids and logarithmic spirals; elliptical orbits; spherical trigonometry / breast implants (OK, that's it, now I'm getting really pissed); determining longitude at sea; and pasteboard models of the solar system.

Feel free to email me if you share my deep passion for any of these activities.

Some of the more notable achievements in my life as a Dominant male are listed below:

Fellow of All Souls College, Oxford, 1653-1661 (I first became acquainted with the wonderful world of BDSM during my years as an Oxford Dom)

Professor of Astronomy at Gresham College, 1657-1661 (it was me that first postulated that men are from Mars, women from Venus, and that little sissies have something to do with Uranus)

Savilian Professor of Astronomy at Oxford, 1661-1673 (I tried for the military post but I didn't get it ... just a mo, that's not how you spell 'civilian' is it ?)

Elected Fellow of the Royal Society in 1663 (I was, of course, one of the founding members ... is it OK to say 'member' here? ... this site isn't owned by ClearChannel is it?)

In 1668, composed a paper on the laws of impact, a solution to the problem of perfectly elastic impact (actually, the paper doesn't just address impact, it also discusses aspects of beastiality and necrophilia too. You can download a free copy of this paper, "Flogging a Dead Horse," from my website

Appointed Surveyor of St. Paul's Cathedral in 1669 (yeah, yeah, yeah ... all the babes know I'm the architect behind this magnificent edifice ... so let's keep moving along ...)

Appointed Surveyor-General of the King's Works in 1669 (and that's a real job description for a position given to me personally by the King of England ... it's not some stupid made-up Gorean fantasy title ...)

Appointed as Surveyor for Rebuilding the City Churches in 1670 (with the help of Robert Hooke, I replanned the entire City of London, rebuilding 51 churches ... show me another Dom on this site that has directed the rebuilding of anywhere near that many churches ... go on, I bet you 10 quid you can't ...)

Received a commission from Charles II to build a Royal Observatory for Flamsteed in 1675 (personally I think this is one of my most underrated erections ... is it copacetic to say that here? ... one can't be too careful after what happened to my good buddy Howard Stern)

Organized the first ever recorded BDSM event on Blackheath Common in 1678 (I don't think many people know I did that ... of course, back then, the term BDSM stood for Blood, Domes, Surveying and Models - you probably need to see my listed interests in this journal ...)

President of the Royal Society from 1680 to 1682 (to be honest, I would never have won the presidential election if I hadn't accidentally received all of the votes that had been cast for Sir Isaac Newton ... heck, it was a butterfly ballot - what can I say ?)

Appointed Surveyor of Greenwich Naval Hospital in 1696 (you can't even start to imagine some of the kinky things I 'surveyed' in that naval hospital ... nudge, nudge, wink, wink ... know what I mean ?)

Appointed Surveyor of Westminster Abbey in 1699 (what more can I say ... I done both St. Paul's and the Abbey - eat your friggin' heart out Frank Lloyd Wright!)

Had a crater on the planet Mercury named after me (hey, don't knock it, I bet You haven't had any planetry features named after You lately ... You ProDommes may think all the worlds revolve around You, but they name the holes in these worlds after people like me, so there ...)

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