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	About strippedwarrior Heya, I'm me and I'm guessing your you, if not something metaphysical may be about to occur. I've layed things about me out in a few headlined sections so you can have a quick gander or an indepth look. Please feel free to drop me a message just saying hi. Summary: Bi-curious male sub, quirky sense of humour, relaxed, eclectic music and viewing tastes, lots of spirit, looking for friends, in addition to a good time for all. Indepth: I'm roughly six foot four, weighing in at around thirteen stone, which when combined with the fact that I'm active and fighting fit means there's not much spare. To give you a little info about my physical background I used to be a keen cyclist and rugby player, I still am a keen swimmer. Over all its left me nicely toned with well built thighs if thats of any interest. This combined with my currant role in the Royal Engineer's keeps me in shape. Dress sense wise, I tend to dress as a punk in summer, rocker in the spring and autumn and gothicly inspired in the winter months, which starts to show my eclectic approach to life. I'm at home whether escorting mi'lady and guests down to the west end, dressed appropriately for the moment in a plain waistcoat, simple trousers and sensible shoes, or decked out in steel toe'd boots, leather's and t-shirt, merrily launching the crazed fool who dared elbow charge out, head first back into the moshpit. I'd describe myself as adventurous, outgoing, vivacious and witty. I was brought up as a gentleman and tend to behaive that way in my day to day life. Having lived on my own I've learned to make a virtue of necessity, taking pride in housework and daily tasks. I've been away from the scene for a while due to work commitments, but want to jump back in. Perhaps I'm a little rough around the edges I have to admit, but I believe that to be no bad thing, after all, if someone wants a doormat they're cheap to buy at homebase. I believe there's opportunity to grow only when presented with a new challenge or experience. This is something i'd like to explore! Experiance wise, I'm not an expert in matters BDSM and my interests, are just that. I probably need a little breaking in to individual tastes. Please don't mistake my lack of knowledge for ignorance, but just as you dont forget how to ride a bike, when you havn't riden one for a while you tend to wobble. So, if your viewing this as someone with an eye for a sub with a few rough edges, a parker for your penelope, maybe just a nice body to put on a leash on the way to a festival drop me a line. Just, take your time to know me before you scroll on. There's always more than meets the eye. Side notes: When you take it all into consideration, how do you judge if someone is ok to play with? Is it when they reach the age you think is required to have the knowledge required? Perhaps its when they've been visible for a long period of time, available for contact or just seen around. Maybe its when your associates say they are ready. I (and i) would seek to disagree, for more than just discusions sake. I (and i) would say that someone is ok to play, when they are of a mind to engage in such activity. when they steel themselves to enter such an arena of sensation. when that person feels that such an avenue is attractive, for whatever thier reasons, then is an individual ready. Not before, to force someone into anything is abhorent, but when they decide to step forward and try, then a person is ready. It is not for one to judge another, either by age, race, or experiance. one does not know that person, until one experiances them. Personal skills: As this site allows you to add certain information about your skillsets, perhaps it would be worthwhile to expand it. I'm a currantly serving Lcpl in the Royal Engineers. By trade I'm a plant fitter, in basic terms, if it has an engine or hydraulics on it I'm the subject matter expert. However my currant role leads me to specialising in heavy plant and water purification systems. Outside of the associated military experiance that comes with the role, I'm a capable personal assistant, able to organise many things from simple travel from A to B for one, to catering for a large group over several days with entertainment provided. Some people on this site have commented that it's a shame that I dont do escort work, please feel free to judge for yourself. It's something I'm considering. I'm always looking for ways to improve myself, and learn or relearn skills. I intend to relearn for example, kung-fu something that has fallen by the wayside over the last few years. Prior to leaving the army I want to complete a CP course, and include such duties into the D/s relationship I am in at the time.

This is a Bad Idea.

I make an effort not to write when intoxicated, or record anything worth the paper its written on. But sod it, its christmas. This said, I have had a skinfull, and I will not edit this nor correct the spelling as I go. It wil last so long as I care to keep it.

I have had a hooley with a ver yclose friend of mine, at the Corporal's christmas ball. It was a good night marred only by someone being an ass and trying to snake my friend away from me using the line "you can do better than him" did I mention that this is a friend of many (8+ years who has a steady bo?

It occurs to be that, even though I have a good friend that somehow im an ass who should have his friend whisked away... how have I come to this?

I have so much to offer to those that look to se it, to those who take 5 minutes to talk when i'm having a coffee at sometime, who is willing to well be human.

I'm no longer looking for love to quote pop culture im looking to fall into happiness' with someone.

Todays entry is a vocalised version of what I wrote yesterday. Sadly I don't have much time today, but this is better than nothing I hope.

You.

I want your incandescent rage,

to dance through the flames,

and become a cinder because of you.

I desire your pain,

cutting to the core of me,

slicing through the flesh you own.

I need your love,

siezing my heart,

so tight it stops for all but you.

I wish for your arms,

around my neck so tight,

you'll kill me.

I want your thigh,

to rest my head upon,

to show who loves and serves you.

I require you,

to fully display,

what I can become.

I am guilty of once telling someone that I would (probably) have to be tied down and heavily restrained to listen to country... is it too late to say I was wrong? Some deviant linked to Terri Clark in the message boards, and I love her music. I'll say it again. Country music is pretty good.

Now, where's that edit button?

I think I'm developing a cold (just my luck), because my voice has just dropped into a slightly deeper baritone than normal. This is accompanied by the other usual signs and symptoms too, which sucks because I prefer just to wrap myself up in my fur blanket.

It never rains but it pours doesn't it?

Ciao for now,

Matthew.

I'm eye-candy. Thats got to be it right, after all if there was anything interesting about me people would message me other than to say 'Heya, you look nice' or simply only view me. If anyone actually reads this, could you tell me what's wrong? I mean, I like being eye-candy and sure shop around, but being eye'd up with no comments is a little lonely.

Either way, ciao for now.

Today I've had the benefit of a Works Party (sadly not the kind of party that invloves beer, the kind where there's a list of tasks as long as my arm and I've been assigned blokes). I found myself standing to one side running through the list of things I needed to do, when I wondered if I was truly a submissive.

Not that these thoughts haven't been fliting across my mind for the last few days of course, but perhaps it's because I was butting heads with one or two who were trying to slack off and instead of pulling Rank I took the more reflexive method. Normally I'm easy going I'll ask someone to get a pallet, box or item and do x/y/z. It'll be phrased as a request because my "Command Style" is informal.

Today however instead of standing off, organising things from near my desk I slipped over to (what I have been informed is) Alpha behaivour. I didn't really notice it untill I started to go over my day to that point. I was easily stepping into people's comfort zone's, holding thier eye's for longer than necessary requiring them to look away, making full use of being 6ft 4 and addressing people square on rather than turned slightly away. In other words displaying fully Dominant behaivour.

Then I started thinking about wether this was an attractive part of my personality for a Dominant. I was interupted at this point by yet another task.

Winding down at the end of the day I think that yes, it is an attractive part of me. Why? Because it is part of me, and if I were to repress or suppress it then I wouldn't be me. So, there is a spider in the garden still, and I'm not going to hide it. After all, surely there is enjoyment in Dominating someone who is strong in thier own right.

Now I remember why I dont go to fetish clubs. From midnight on, the slightly disturbing men who stand in corners or on the dancefloor naked and un-interactive, then from 3am, the dresscode disappears and I'm having to restrain myself from redecorating the club with obnoxious arrogant lager fueled idiots.

Think I'll stick to play parties.

Looking to go to Festival of Sin (festivalofsins.co.uk) this Saturday, first time in a long while I'll have been out on the scene.? From various comments I'll dig out the chaps as they seem popular, but I'll go with the fantasy theme although my vambraces will need a little modification to make them restraints over protective items.

Photo's will be put up prior/post event.

If there is anyone who would be interested in a boy for the event would be more than welcome to message me.

Sometimes it's hard to remember dreams, it's impossible however to forget those who influence you in such a way that you mark yourself perminently.? Anything that marks the body forever contains memories, from silly mistakes to things that tear your heart to pieces.

Tattoo's are impossible (without great expense) to remove, piercings however, can heal. It takes alot to daily care for and study something like that, which remind you of your hopes and when you reach too far.

It would be very easy to remove the piercing, and to try and forget everything that it entails. It would also however, be wrong. The one's that inspired me to mark myself in such a way inspire me still. I reach a little closer to home now, but still strain for dreams.

Deployment Training - The fastest way to get in shape by 1. Not eating much, 2. Being up active at all hours, 3. Not having any "Me" time to chill out.

I really need to go play...

Sometimes being a senior in the flat can be a good thing, being able to keep a lid on things, letting the lads loose when I can.

The downside is being unable to do what I want on a friday night, which is sit back relax and chat to people.

I so need to get down to a local club, only not this side of the water.

I couldn't sleep too well last night but, after tying my ankle to my bedpost I slept like a babe.

After being stuck at work and finally being able to convince them to give me time off, with the intent to go to a local munch... a friend of mine utilized a cunning plan and convinced me to drive for 4 hours to a place i didnt know and hit people with sticks (larp) for hte weekend.

The upside? Lots of fun, acheing like i've been through a long play session, and a deeper understanding of why people enjoy massages. Although no new faces to add to my little book.

I've been reading around, and i think perhaps its time to re-write my profile. I think there's a little to much about me in it, and not enough what I would like to find.

Well I'm in a better mood than before. It's wierd really that taking my Ex and her sister out for a meal can actually improve my mood. I mean, we're all good friends, but still, buying dessert for them shouldn't have such a grand effect on me surely.

But who know's anyway.

So, I'm kinda back once more looking to have genial conversations with one and all. Back to deleting messages demanding instant tribute because I'm a worm and therefore should be glad of any kind of correspondance.

I mean really, I dont know you and yet you hit me with two single lines of text, or on occasion three. Then expect me to fall over cringing and begging at your feet?

If you expect me to roll over your going to need to get to know me. I was too quite with a good friend of mine and I rather fancy I can find my voice when I need it.

So, please, inform me as to why I should be spending the next few hours making sure I can see my five o'clock shadow in your work shoes. And yes, thats because I've bull'd them, because I can.

This is probably not the best mood to write in here during, but hey, I'll take what oppurtunities I can. I've just finished watching Gilmore Girls (its actually quite good, the sarcasm and witty responses perfect) and I'm struck once again by all the Lovey Dovey story lines. The thing is, I know it's fake, and I know that it's plotted out and carefully written. But it makes me regret not being with someone, it actually almost made me feel more lonely than I have ever let myself feel. Guess thats the power of TV, to remind you of the things you've lost, or could have had.

Checked my emails a few days late too, seems I've missed a couple of play parties, something I've been looking forward to but once again failed to achieve. Seems like I'm indirectly kicking myself while I'm down. Even the toy I bought during a bout of retail therapy isn't that appealing currantly. Don't get me wrong it's very very pretty, and I'm sure i'll look nice wearing it. But today it doesn't hold the attraction it normally would.

Well, I'll sign off here and talk more soon. Hopefully going into town will buck up my mood. Ciao for now folks.

It's 0445 local, I find myself listening to old Frank and I find myself agreeing with most of the words he says.

I've bitten off more than I could chew at times and I've had my share of losing.

But I'll be damned if I wont look back on the high's and low's and say that I did it my way. I know my mistakes, my failures, and that I've learnt from them.

I did it my way, maybe not the best way, but mine. Is this a resolution? Maybe, maybe not. Rather an affirmation, that I think I know what I want, and I'm going to find it. Hell or high water, I'm going to get it.

Its been a while hasn't it? There are things i wont enter here so, thats said.

Moving onward, i've been looking into Ponyplay recently, and have found i love the look of the boots/shoes. Not i note, that i have a shoes fetish, but you tell me that they dont look pretty, i dare you.

There are the mixed approaches of course, from the 24/7 attempts, to the occasioanal players. Then theres the ones who mix it with sexual activity, and those that would be horrified to do so. I can see where the two of them come from, but i think that i'd fall on hte side of those who would mix it.

To open your mind and body to being that aspect, especially as a male would be an empowering thing. Part of that empowering is sexual in nature, its not the be-all and end-all, but it is part.

Diverting from that enticing subject however, the dressage part looks interesting as well. I suppose it appeals to that part of me that actually likes Drill (yes i said it now dont you repeat it to anyone, not even me). The aspiration of form and the search for perfection and poise. Yes the training would probably hurt, and not just in that deliciously sharp way either, but in that oh-dear-god-my-muscles-are-CRAMPING kinda way.

Although a nice warm wash and rub down solves many ill's.

I'd have to grow my hair though, i would NOT be seen in a plume, nu uh no how no way. You'd have to beat me into it, and the bruises would show (beautifully but not the point).

Thats enough for now i think, see you all in a day or so.

I fly tomorrow.

I dont know if Im more scared or excited...

Its been *pauses to think* 14 months give or take, since my last "play" as it were. I long to feel a tender touch, either on its own or just after or before a sudden sharp pain. I miss the hoarse feeling in my throat from screaming.

I dont have a foot fetish, but i look forward to the oppurtunity to hold someones ankles while i kiss there feet to try and avoid what comes next, or to avoid what came before. The inevitable requirement to raise my rump, someones nails dug into the welts there...

Oh, and dispite how much watching it happens to other male's freaks me out.. I really want Master's love on my face..

Gah, im so confused!

Its less than a month till i travel over to see Miss and Master. Every time i think what it may be like my heart races, i feel a boost in my body, the same as just before an adrenaline rush, and oddly a rather gutteral moan building in my throat.

Oddly because i have only ever felt that kind of anticipation once or twice before. For me its a moan of want, of need. A cry almost for anythign that is coming to come now and be quick about it.

I want to go there, to see my Miss and Master, and see how we meld together...

A short update.

I got up early this morning and went to breakfast as part of the normal routine for the regiment grinding back into gear for the year to come. Somewhere along the line i began to wonder about, should Miss and Master accept me, how i was going to stay in the USA.

Haveing looked through 5 websites so far i can say that i am begining to dispair ever so slightly. I am not an individual of exceptional ability.

I think that i'd fit somewhere in that void known as third preferance, which for a UK Citzen, is a limbo. I get a horrible feeling that, even though i want to move, and want to settle with Miss and Master. I might not be able to, which opens a pit in my chest.

Thoughts.

I forget what brought this thought to mind, and please dont misconstrue this because it sounds slightly crazy to me too.

I believe in dual Divinity, mucha along hte lines of the Old religions of my homeland. These Divinities both Male and Female guide my life each in thier own way and within thier own passions/aspects/fields.

When I believe I recieve a guidance or influence from them I obey without question and within the bounds that i have available.

Somehow and somewhere I have drawn a parallel between service to the Gods and Service to my Miss, and Our Master.

Maybe its the instant response to anothers Will, that unquestioning action to Anothers instruction.

Or perhaps i've finally gone insane from watching cctv cameras for 6 hours a day.

Maybe i've been thinking too much about it. But often, in my own experiance, when deep in s-space my body will respond to a command without "Me" activly being involved in the movement. Not that i act without thought, its just the ego part of me doesnt chime in, and i just do.

I believe in Iminant Divinity, that within each of us we hold a part of the Divine. I enjoy the "kink" and know better than to blur the borders between a slaves ervice to a Master and worshipping/ serving that Divinity. I think that to confuse the two would be madness, but doesnt a Master become something akin to a God? (Please excuse any potential Heresy here)

A slave gives everything, and the Master takes that as well as what the slave doesnt realise that they have to give. The Master has in thier relationship absolute control and absolute right to everything, even hte air the slave breathes.

Perhaps in the "Story of O" her absolute devotion to Stephan is what a slave should seek to emulate, except maybe keeping her own mind but hey thats just me.

I serve my Miss, and eventually Our Master because it makes me feel complete to do so. Isnt that the ultimate aim of all of us?

PostScript. This thought-trail of mine lost focus, i drifted away from my original intent but am uploading it in its entire unedited form to try and give somekind of insight to me.

PostPostScript. No i dont hear voices, nor do i believe that my Miss is the Goddess, nor Our Master, Her Consort.

Well, it has been a long time since my last entry and i think that it would be good for me to make another. I, as opposed to i, have spent a very slow (so far) week at work.? It has been mainly uneventful, with duties cropping up as they often do. I have in some respects slipped back into my old routines.

Each night after work, I do some basic stretches to ensure my calves, quads and assosciated muscles dont tighten too much. A result of the arches of my feet collapsing on my cadre. I go to evening scoff/ scran/ meal. I eat something balanced, but plenty of it and with a pudding. I try to balance my diet from day to day, on days when we have physical training, its heavy on the pasta and red meat, on off days a variety.

Depending on the day I'll have had a shower before or after scran. I'll make sure my kit goes in the washer, along with any of the other lads that have things need doing. I'll iron the next days kit. There is even the chance that, as we are resitricted to camp, I'll head over to the squadron bar for a pint or two.

This evening routine has changed slightly, now when I return from work, I'll shower as before, but I renew the mark on my inner left ankle. The pen I use is not special, just a simple 0.5mm marker. One I used to draw with. The letter however, and the act are significant however.

It is three straight lines, nothing fancy. A letter K, for my Miss.

The act of drawing those three lines, of making that Mark, helps me forget I, and be i for a short while.

i am i, for as long as i am in my room. But things cannot always be this way, and so when i dress and prepare myself for the people outside who dont know this. i am still I to them, but inside my heart, and inside my sock, is a mark that makes me what? I/i am.

Well, where to start?

Last night was very, very emotionally charged. I've been talking to EquineMistress for a while, and we hit it off pretty quickly. It seems that we both share the same opinion's regarding the role of the submissive as well as other points. Things have been good with alot of what newscaster would call "Dialogue both ways".

It came to a head last night or should i say 5am local for me. Crap its technically today not last night... yep feels wierder.

EquineMistress and I had scene'd in Torture Palace main room and pushed a soft limit for me which was describing a sexual event in a public place. It might sound strange but, even though i'm an extrovert in many ways, my sexual habits have always been behind closed doors.

It takes me 5 minutes at least to put self conciousness away while in a changing space, before entering a public space naked. Prudish? nope just plain dont like being exposed, I have to order myself to get over it and get out. but enough about that.

So, EquineMistress was asking me to describe myself to her physically, wether i was shaven or otherwise and similar when she expressed an interest in my naval.

I know that She is uncertain of wether I'm sure about what I'm getting into, but I would like the oppurtunity to try even if it turns out to be something that we both, not forgetting Her Master, we A/all, cant live with.

With this thought in mind I offered her something simple.? Or so I thought. To me it shows my dedication to trying, to making a leap into the unknown. Not least the fact that I may be forced to go back on it. But thats a work issue which I'll fight tooth, nail and elbows for, sexual equality works both ways!

I offered EquineMistress my navel. While I am tattoo'd on both arms and, should I be acceptable to her, I intend to incorperate it somehow to them. I am however, getting back on track, not pierced in anyway.

So in one way what I offer her is a virgin thing, my first piercing.

As firsts go this scares me a little. Blowing somthing up for the first time was cool, doing it in theatre in an assault was exhilerating. Shooting a rifle in training was fun, in combat, well i wasnt thinking how it felt just making sure to do it right. This however, scares me a little inside.

I said to Her, that it would be a Mark of Concideration. I've never been permanantly marked by someone I wish to serve. Walking into the studio to get pierced is going to be harder than walking into an open space naked. So much harder.

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