SirMGD

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Quote of the year:

“I am afraid that women appreciate cruelty, downright cruelty, more than anything else. They have wonderfully primitive instincts. We have emancipated them, but they remain slaves looking for their masters, all the same. They love being dominated.” 
-Oscar WIlde~

~CONFESSION~

I love to bully bound, barely clothed, defenseless, submissive, vulnerable, obedient women who only yearn to please me...so could I JUST GET SOME UNDERSTANDING AND COMPASSION HERE??!

hehe

I so hate when everyone else gets the joke but me...like last night it was;

 Q.What do you get when you cross an epileptic oyster-shucker, and a prostitute with diarrhea?

A.someone who shucks between fits??

 ??Anyone?...am I retarded or what...lol

They say if you're bisexual, you're confused. If you're gay, it's a sin. If you're skinny you're on drugs. If you're fat, you look nasty. If you're dressed up, you're conceited. If you dress for comfort you're a slob. If you speak you're mind, you're a Bitch. If you don't say anything, you're rude. If you are sweet to strangers, you are fake. If you cry, you're a drama queen. If you have male friends, you're a whore. If you have female friends, you're a player. You can't do anything without being labelled.. We live in a society where people can't survive if they're not judging the next person... If you're proud of who you are & don't give two shits what anyone's got to say, welcome to my world...and you just might be a DOM...lol.

Q. When you catch your sub in bed with your best friend, what should you do?

A. Look her right in the eye, slap her, tell her to pack her things and leave, cuz you're through.

Q. ..and what do you say to your best friend?

A. Look him right in the eye, and say;...BAD DOG!!

*smirk*

Oh great...

Another little "If you want me as

your sub, you HAVE TO hypnotize

me!" BIMBO. That one is starting

to get boring... Who wants some

near catatonic chick laying there

under hypnosis? Sex with a drunken

lush is likely better...lol. So stupid...

so pointless....so risky. Requiring

Doms to offer laughing gas, or even

free coke would make more sense.

Besides, I say it's her job to hypnotize

"little me", and me Dom, me in charge,

dammit!

Wow bratindeed*...

married and pregnant sub cheats

on hubs with Dom...any more

classy ladies like you in your

trailer park?

Just let me say; #Fork Twitter!

Geesh!, all too obvious some people here either haven't read, or just never grasped this profoundly useful human advisory. Before arriving here years ago, I guess I just presumed lifestylers were all "good people", and would naturally have a certain class and quality.

Sigh, I have NO such delusions any longer, nor any qualms whatsoever in saying I mostly point at the Dominant side, as by FAR the worst. We ARE supposed to stick together, love each other, and as men, I should think it our DUTY to be as true friends, and supporting,  protective, caring, helpful gentlemen, towards ALL the sweet, vulnerable, beloved submissives/slaves, whether they chose to serve and belong to us or not. ALWAYS try to remember, that unlike we Doms they actually have the choice, whether to be submissive or not...ALWAYS.

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~ The Desiderata ~

By: Max Ehrmann
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Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what p eace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble,
it's a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy, and kinky.

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The Gift of Submission?

There seems to be a growing number of women on this site who say submission is a great gift, implying the Dominant they eventually choose will/must be grateful, know how fortunate he is to have hers, and act accordingly, always. While seeming to be sound logic on the surface, given several factors in a dynamic, and mainly the fact of all she must do, obey, be and endure to assure her Dom/Owner is pleased, as he is easily seen as the recipient of her services and indulgence, but of deepest value to him as a man, her near complete, if not total sexual surrender in nearly every way. Makes perfect sense, anyone might think, especially those of the vanilla persuasion.

However, like so many other things in this topsy-turvy lifestyle, I have observed the opposite to be true in my own, and other couples dynamics, where after a few months in, it was the submissive who seemed frustrated or yearning for the play, nearly desperate to somehow reactivate his Dominance, which for whatever reason, often seemed witheld, stagnated, or even denied her as a punishment of some kind. Further, some of the most deeply frustrated women I ever knew had, for whatever reason, married a vanilla man who wasnt interested in dominating them, but were forced to do without to preserve their marriage vows, and typical family duties and raising children, or face the complications and guilt of being unfaithful.

Admittedly, as a Dominant, I had to learn the hard way, after 2 long term attempts to have relations with vanilla women which became fiasco's, and ended, that my Dominance is indeed hardwired, and can't be denied permanently. So bottom line, in my experience, both Dom and sub need each other equally, are both codependant of necessity, and will ultimately find the most exquisite and magical of dynamics as a couple, via a mutual obsession with each other, and ultimately their disparate contributions, and ALL they bring to the table in their agreed upon relationship, from the D/s realm, should, and in fact MUST be seen by both, as not nearly as much a gift, as WHO THEY ARE.

If as a submissive, you disagree with my perceptions and epiphanies here, and feel your Dom will and must be beholden to you for all you give and do to serve him...YOUR submission is nothing I want, trust me. Any veteran submissive knows it is in fact SHE who should ultimately enjoy the most pleasure, and exquisite bliss with a loving Dominant in a healthy dynamic, once he helps her find the gateway to her subspace, and takes her there often.

Wow, sure seems like a lot of subs/slaves get snotty and resentful about older Doms contacting them, especially younger ones. Damn kids messin' with me...lol.
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While understandable perhaps, speaking for myself, it took many years for me to learn to be a good Dominant, and during my 20's and thirties..I just wasn't, and arrogantly didn't care. Reading the profiles of so many younger Doms bears out the painful truth that they are no different, meanwhile, even younger subs/slaves invariably insist they want an "experienced Master" for their eventual LTR. Hmmm..."cake and eat it too" comes to mind. These are likely the same unenlightened girls who'll become bulgy, unattractive BBW's 20 years hence, like so very many are, tho still babbling about "yearning to please their Dom", while their very physicality suggests quite the opposite, and will rationalize that any man who rejects them based on that flab they carry is merely "shallow". *shrug, ~fair enough, but she should ask herself before making such presumptions, how much she herself might enjoy being with a big ole fat man? Funnily enough, few if any do, even BBW's seem to dislike it, but often, just won't admit it.
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Try and take care of yourselves ladies, stay in shape, and don't be so nit-picky about every little thing if you truly want a good, safe, experienced, single, loving Dominant, and always remember your figure, and feminine physical charms are always the MOST pleasing things you could ever give to ANY man, and if you think he should accept you unconditionally despite your excess weight, then hope he'll "dom" it off you once collared... you are truly self-deluded.

Sigh, a lot of you subs talk a good game, but that's about it, I reckon.
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Sorry, but, right or wrong, shallow or not, we males are ALL just hardwired this way...ask ANYBODY.
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"It's a shame that youth is wasted on the young." ~my grandfather

With her, my submissive, I would share
a transcendent mutual adoration,
complete and genuine,
Of the truest and highest possible emotional intensity,
between one man and one woman.
Ultimately being a fully mutual possession
for the both of us.
Never easy, not for her, nor for me.
Most never even come close.
Many never will even grasp the concept.
To go there, walls must come down,
defenses must vanish,
perfect trust must prevail and be real.
So hard to attain, so sweet to realize.
No man will EVER even know of,
much less enjoy her absolute best.
The wonderful and exquisite emotional nature
she waits for him to unlock,
brandishing the sincere intent to each for it lovingly, as his key.

So terribly sweet is her desperately willing craving to give him all her service and devotion,
he must be sure he is able and worthy to enjoy it, then cherish it.
Only when she knows he cares,
and craves to feel and see her true feelings,
and cares most about whats deep in her heart,
can she truly, at last, let them flow.
His undivided attention invoked,
he can then know, by her words he intently listens to,? and the romance and passion he can show her, may he patiently and tenderly bring it out of her.
Only then can he go where I so long to be:
To look deep in her eyes, as candles burn,
in the quiet embrace and caress of night,
and I know her soul belongs to me in totality,
and the rest of her will follow.
And the symphony of her very soul
I then hear,
as her passionately harmonious
and deeply cherished
song of submission.

How I can then yet be cruel,
indulging my sadistic beast within,
and use her brutally, as I do?
With my fist in her hair,
and vile words on my lips for her,
after I have bound her,
and punished her,
and even humiliated her,
or diabolically threatened her,
till she shivers in abject fear,
while remaining abjectly obedient,
tho' I push her to the very limits
of the sweet ever resilient woman?
It is an enigma and a paradox
rooted deep in the subconscious
I have yet to unravel,
knowing for her, there is no need.
She adores it and consents by her
utter surrender,
even sweetly begs for the pain,
as she gleefully enters her subspace,
where she desires only I alone take her there,
perhaps knowing better than I,
it is all borne of a dark primal sentiment,
perhaps far too pure, powerful and
exquisite, to ever be put into mere words,
and can only be shared,
by sinister actions,
so perverse and deviant,
and even by harsh words which belie it.
She and I may then soar the heights
of the passionate ecstasy of the immortals
And though it is somewhat akin to,
it is vastly transcendent of,
what those unable to comprehend all this,
between she and I,
so weakly and naively call
LOVE.

SirMGD~2007

D/s and left-brainers

Lord, I been lookin high and low,

She can run and she can hide
She seeks a collar instead of bein' a bride
She don?t strut 'cause she wanna kneel
An? she can blow, an' she can feel
all the pain they cause me playin'
Hard to get at collarme

Chorus:
She don?t gimme no lip
She do just what I sayeeee
She aint no full figured bebe
and all she wanna do is playeee
She wear nuthin but spike heels,
her closet full of hot lingerieeee
A real drunkards dream
both lady and slut,
pleasin' me and little me
and do it so submissivelaieee'
and I know she?s out there,
everywhere cept? collarme

(kewl guitar riff here)

She is all about perfection
She is ALLLL about slavereeee
She wants pain instead of plastic
She don?t need no book of GOR to see
a way to serve me more
or less, down at collarme.

I know one day she?ll show up
got faith one day she?ll find me
Wake up her sleepy profile
And say ?Daddy whip me, tie me?
an' show me a hot pic, an' care less
how im getting old and grey,
waitin' at collarme.

She?s one spicy and smart creature,
such brains, curves and a smokin' rack
She loves gags and clamps and whips
and floggers and stripes across her ba-ack
wantin'it to hurt so good, and asks;
(now take it home boys..)
"Sweet Mastah, Why oh, WHY,
why, why, tell me WHYee-yie..
you gotta be, on collarme?"
MGD

2006

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she gave me everything once

 MGD2009

"I Have a Penis"

I have a penis,
for which I am cursed,
envied, vilified and revered.
It is seen as the seat of my inner desire, and truest self,
albeit wrongly so,
although it often seems to think for itself,
and act of its own confounded volition,
power and purpose.
While it has given me such pleasures,
and joys,
it is driven by the primal force
of which I must fear, hardly fathom,
yet longingly reconnoiter it's targets,
It has conversely brought great sorrow,
evil, tragedy and travesty.
It makes me a fool;
It makes me a God.
It creates.
It destroys.
It cannot be ruled,
or possessed,
yet I can take it in hand.
It can be worshiped,
as odalisques do,
as those who seek and adore
it's power and charms.
In dubious exaltation it will rise
and with enough encouragement,
stupidly hold forth it's essence.
It's seeds.
As many as the stars in the heavens,
for which my body has dutifully striven
to gain and replenish,
then nourish and support,
as a perfunctory bodily function.
It's priority of "survival"
cannot be altered.
It seems to know
it's essence is beautiful,
LIFE-FORCE,
yet it's essence is vile,
or seen so by many.
While it's purpose is victory,
over life itself,
through cleansing, rejuvenation
and regeneration,
I know it can and does defeat me,
and instigates filth and squalor,
and invokes my deviance.

I have a penis,
and by it's virtue,
and lack of same,
I am a man.
MGD 2006