sweetnevil

Another interesting note... in looking at the pictures of the girls I'm mostly interested in, I see a lot of well-done hair, manicured nails, etc., and I'm starting to think I'd probably require them to keep that up, even if it cost me a bit of dough to do so. I mean, what's the purpose of spending months (hopefully not years) searching for exactly the right Faberge Egg and then burying it in your basement under a pile of rags?

She will be something I will take to play parties and other kink events and I want to keep her in a state that I am proud to show off. She will be a symbol of my prosperity and, curiously, further objectified by being so. So, ironically, keeping her appearance up actually becomes part of her humiliation...

I love playing with contradictions. Things like this, or using a soothing or cheerful tone of voice while subjecting girls to the most vicious of torture. It creates the kind of mindfuck that really enhances the bonding of a Master with his slave.

So a reality just dawned on me... but first an interesting aside.

This process of searching for a slave for our household has caused me to do a lot of introspection and self-analysis and I'm becoming a better man and a more effective dom/master-type person as a result. I have to ask myself what I'm saying and why, what my motivations are, what I really want and how I envision our dynamic working.

It's interesting, exciting and frustrating.

Frustrating because I have sent dozens of notes at this point and gotten one response from someone who exchanged 3 emails with me and disappeared. I keep asking myself if it's me... wrong pictures, wrong text, wrong impression in the emails I send. I know people have read my messages and checked out my profile, but no response.

I assume at this point because the profile is all too straightforward... for someone looking for something exciting it sounds boring. I think. There's no mystery, anyway. I've given this all so much thought and consideration that I know what I want and how I want things to work. Maybe I need to be less straightforward.

No, that's me... I'm a straightforward guy. I just don't get why the girls who say they're looking for a mid-to-late 30s master/couple don't respond. Very. Frustrating. I wish I could figure it out; then again maybe there's no formula... it's just fate and constant effort to randomly ping the right person.

But back to my realization...

I've known this all along, but it's never occurred to me in exactly these words. I've always been puzzled whether to be Big And Strong or just friendly or just very blunt in my cold-contact emails to these girls. But, that answer was answered for me this evening when it dawned on me that they are still human beings up until the time that someone surrenders their existence to me. They may not LIKE being that, but until they're placed as slaves, that's exactly what they are.

Just people...

It should make sending emails much less of an issue for me because now, rather than trying to figure out what they want, I can just talk to them like people.

How the hell do you penetrate the Great Wall of Spam these girls get? I'm trying to communicate with several and some of them haven't been online for a few days. I understand they come back to dozens of pages of junk.

The search for a decent guy (relatively speaking, anyway) to select and possess a slave is daunting... at least in a day when we don't have a real slave auction to go to. lol

In my search for a 24/7 TPE slave I see a lot of "send pics and a couple of real paragraphs, aren't there any real people out there?" So I do... and get no response anyway.

So fucking frustrating.

I know I suck at this cold-contacting personals site thing. But you'd think that someone who can string a few decent sentences together and bothers to send out a few pictures would be worth, at least, the courtesy of at least a "No thanks, thank you though!" especially since CM gives you those responses at the click of button.

I know I shouldn't be in a hurry... this is an important decision and I'm selecting someone that will probably be with us for the rest of our lives.