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I am a divorced 54 year old Dom of experience and compassion(Dominant by nature not playing a part). It is sad that Domination and Submission are sorely misunderstood by most novices on this site. Unfortunately, most so called Doms and Masters on here have issues which they try to compensate for by attempting to dominate and order around Submissives that they erroneously perceive as needy at all levels. Little do they know that a True Dominant is an individual of strong personality tempered with wisdom, understanding, passion , compassion and a genuine desire to care and help analyze a Submissive's need and administer the treatment that fulfills her emotional and physical needs. Even if a Sub is masochist, the Dom would switch the sadistic mode and deliver what the Masochist need with LOVE . Submission on the other hand is the result of the Sub believing in the Dom, his ability, experience , CARE and compassion and willingly seeks his counsel, advice,love and protection. A Dom has to earn that TRUST. Then and only then can there be basis for a BOND.
Say hello sometime.
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Positive outlook allows WARM rays of sunshine to brighten the heart, soul and mind whereas negative outlook shed a COLD and DARK cloud that engulfs your being. Avi |
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I recently read about an owned slave whose Master agreed to her wishes to find a husband and get married yet remain his property. It reminded me with the woman that loved animals and always wished for a Mink on her shoulder, a Jaguar in her garage, a Tiger in her bed and a jackass of a husband to pay for them all...<smile> Avi |
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Learn from the experiences of others so you can enjoy your own. Avi |
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In Real Estate , it is always Location Location Location and in BDSM it is Connection Connection Connection. |
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When I said Do Tell ..she did
I could tell you
That the best way to punish me
Is to take me across your knee
And smack my bare bottom
Until I kick and cry
But that would be a lie
Because I love being spanked
I could tell you
That the worst punishment
You could possibly give me
Is to ignore me
But that would be the truth
And I’m not sure I want you to know it
I could tell you that I need discipline
At times, severe punishment
But the truth is
I crave your attention
And in my fantasies
There is no actual suffering
I could tell you
Exactly what I want
And don’t want
And probably will
Because I’m assertive
And there’s no doubt that
I do want to be heard
But the truth is
I also want to be silenced
With just a look
And caused to suffer
When I ignore it
I need to cry real tears for you
Tears that make me hate you for just a few moments
And then love you for being strong enough
To follow your own vision of the truth
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Here is something for all of you SUBS to put a smile on your faces.
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town
Her pleas could be heard as her panties came down.
"Oh Santa, dear Santa, don't spank me, I pray!
I'll be ever so good, starting right from today!"
But Santa just chuckled, "I've heard that before
From many a bad girl with bottom so sore
As she wriggles and squirms `neath his hand's hearty sting.
But a promise like that - why, it means not a thing.
What matters, dear One, as you'll very soon see
Is that you should be spanked across Santa's broad knee
Till your sassy bare bottom is burning bright red!"
And with that, the old fellow did just as he'd said,
And proceeded to spank her with all of his might
Till her yelps echoed loud in the cold frosty night,
And each swat, ringing out like a loud pistol shot,
Turned her soft, round bottom increasingly hot.
Then, when she'd been hand-spanked with many a smack,
The jolly old fellow reached into his sack
He produced a fine paddle of well-seasoned wood.
"Now, this is the thing that makes naughty girls good."
He remarked with a grin. "And I think you'll soon find
How effective it feels on a soft, tender behind!"
"Oh please, Santa! No more!" she cried in dismay,
But the paddle cracked down without further delay,
And despite all her protests and wailings and shrieks
It soon deepened the blush on her squirming, rear cheeks.
Poor Dear how she wriggled but all was vain,
For the paddle descended again and again
Till her bouncing bare bottom was sizzling and sore
And as red as the costume that Santa Claus wore.
But at last he relented allowing her to rise,
Hugged her warmly while wiping the tears from her eyes,
And murmuring, "There, it's all over, my dear!"
Rubbing soothing cool cream on her blazing, hot rear.
Then he exclaimed,
"Well Miss, your sweet bottom so curved
Has had the sound spanking it so richly deserved.
From now on, I'm sure, I don't need to explain,
If you're good then I shan't have to spank you again.
But if you are naughty - remember, my dear,
That Santa keeps watch for the whole of the year!"
Then smiling, he shouldered his bulging big sack,
And sent her away with a crisp farewell smack.
So she hurried to bed with satisfaction you know,
With a song in her heart and her bottom aglow
And a sense that all manner of things were all right.
But she slept facing down on her tummy that night!
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| Age: 31 |
| Durham,
United Kingdom |
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