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Hetero Male Dominant, 42,  New York, New York
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the1userve

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What is a Dom? Is it He whom inflicts pain for pleasure and discipline? Is He a friend, lover, mentor who guides you and brings out the inner qualities that you didn't know existed? Does He amplify all of your best qualities by grooming, caring, disciplining and loving you? Does He understand who you are at the present date, condition His expectations to keep the bar low enough for you to reach for and raise them accordingly to help you grow and flourish as His proud servant? Is He your first waking thought in the morning and last at night? Does He make you proud to be owned by Him?

The answer to these questions is yes.
That Dom is Me.

Many profess being submissive and claim to know what they want on this site but I can assure you that your sights are set much too low. What you think you are and what you think you want is only a mere fraction of what we will discover together.

I can hold your heart next to mine.
I can send an electric pulse throughout your entire body with one crack of my whip and I can whisper softly in your ear afterward..."I love you."

I am your Master.



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 the1userve

 Dominant Male

 New York 

 New York

 6' 1"

 200 lbs

 42

 Hetero

 Caucasian

 01/14/08

 

Actively Seeking:

Submissive female

 Loves:

 Art Galleries

 Beachcombing

 Fine Dining

 Museums

 Renaissance Faires

 Travel

 Camping

 Horseback Riding

 Rafting

 Scuba Diving

 Snorkeling

 Surf Boarding

 Walking

 Wind Surfing

 Yachting

 Anal Play (Expert)

 Blindfolding you (Expert)

 Body Worship (Expert)

 Bondage (Expert)

 Breast Play (Expert)

 Cages (Expert)

 Canes and Crops (Expert)

 You wearing my collar (Expert)

 Corsetry (Expert)

 Exhibitionism (Expert)

 Being Massaged

 Gags (Expert)

 Hair Pulling (Expert)

 Humiliation (Expert)

 Placing you on a leash (Expert)

 Mental Bondage (Expert)

 Obedience Training (Expert)

 Objectification (Expert)

 Orgasm Control (Expert)

 Spanking you (Expert)

 Wax Play (Expert)

 Whips (Expert)

 Likes:

 Going to the Opera

 Hiking

 Martial Arts

 Weightlifting

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Journal Entries:
8/1/2016 11:20:15 AM
Due to the many bugs and glitches in the poorly maintained website, I didn't realize I had so many new admirers. A fond hello to you all. And may the flogger be ever in your favor.

3/30/2016 11:28:51 AM
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.

12/8/2015 10:03:02 AM
If you don't like flowers, stay out of the garden.

4/29/2014 12:52:21 PM
That damn series of books really screwed this site up. Just think what the movie will do.

4/29/2014 12:23:39 PM
Some people are just plain stupid.

3/29/2014 12:21:49 PM
Got manners?

3/12/2014 11:57:10 AM

One of the redundancies, of which there are many, that I find in the sub/slave profile is "naturally submissive."

This leads me to believe that there is a vast misunderstanding of what the word means. 

Just because you liked to help others and do things for them throughout your life does not make you "naturally submissive." It is a sign of a nice person, perhaps. But it certainly does not make you submissive. Let's pause for a moment and familiarize ourselves with what that word ACTUALLY means:

Submissive:

adjective:  willing to submit without resistance to authority; deferent 

adjective:  inclined or willing to submit to orders or wishes of others or showing such inclination

adjective:  abjectly submissive; characteristic of a slave or servant


Not "naturally dominant?" Take Domitrol; available at your local pharmacy.

And now there's Subupherin, for those not so "naturally submissive."




9/26/2012 8:36:49 PM

Three Things...



1) I will beat you. I will fuck you. I will kiss you. (Not necessarily in that order)

 

2) "Curiosity" killed the cat...and is now serving time for it.

 

3) 50 Shades Of Shut The Fuck Up.

 

...we now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.


3/2/2012 11:59:17 PM

Are women really complex creatures?

Yes. But they do not hold exclusive rights to that claim.

Human beings are complex.

The basics are pretty universal - we all strive for happiness. We all seek companions to avoid loneliness. We all have needs that must be met.

Complex? Yes, we all are.

 

Complicated...that's an entirely different story.

While we are all complex individuals, not everyone is complicated.

 

To take it one step further, there is a vast difference between complex, complicated and difficult.

 

There are many people who do not know the difference between these three. Your complexities and unique intricacies, complicated as they may be, are welcome. Leave difficult at the door.

 

Management.


11/25/2011 11:51:46 PM

Ah...Thanksgiving.

It always brings to mind the dynamic of the D/s relationship.

How so you ask?

 

The turkey, submissive as can be. It comes into the relationship in need of cleaning, with its personal baggage and it will remain an unflavored carcass until the Dom (chef, in this analogy) does to it what He must.

 

In order for the sub to be all that it can be, the Dom must wash it with his own two hands. He must reach inside of her and remove all of the things that inhibit her progress. He must tenderize her, season her and keep her basted until she is brimming over and flowing with the juices that have been trapped inside of her.

 

It is only when the Dom begins the work on His sub that she begins the journey to her ultimate goal. The turkey, submissive as can be. The Dominant chef seasons her to perfection, stuffs her to meet his discriminating palette, works with her until she exudes an alluring radiance...and then devours her whole.  

 

It's not called a turkey sub for nothing. ; 0 )

 

Gobble gobble girls.


10/30/2011 12:44:09 AM

"I am not a doormat."

 

There is SO much that can be derived from that statement.

Offsite, it means something very plain and basic.

 

On CM, however, it is a story teller all on its own.

It is a quick tale from a one sentence book with no binding whatsoever.

Yet, it can take a very long time to realize that this wonderful little sentence has a universal definition, in these here parts.

 

In response to this redundant, niggling phrase...

 

I am not a can Koozie. 


10/15/2011 11:50:26 PM

Has she earned the privilege of my hand tonight...

 

or

 

is she undeserving of such intimacy, requiring the impersonal leather from my strap? 

 

 

Does she deserve to feel the wonderfully charged sting of my hand transpierce deep into her soft, goose-bump ridden skin...

 

or

 

do her actions dictate that she be treated as a reprehensible thing, not the prize possession that she strives to be?

 

 

 

Tis' a luxury problem, deciding such a fate.

Tis' a luxury problem for she who gazes up from her knees awaiting His judgment. 

 

 


10/8/2011 9:45:32 PM

There are those too, who suffer from grave emotional and mental disorders.


4/16/2011 11:30:08 PM

Dealing with unruly submissives causes a Dominant to lose three things:

1) His memory

 

....and I forget the other 2.


3/25/2011 12:28:20 AM

And so it was that one day, upon her first waking moments, she decided that in order to fill the void in her life a world class stallion was required. This stallion must be strong, have untainted blood coursing through his veins and must not be any shorter than 15 hands. It was also her belief that the happiness she so desperately sought after hinged on one other variable - the horse was to be a white bespeckled creature, from head to toe.

 

She gathered her wits about her that morning, concocted a rather extensive interview process and began to look for, what she believed to be, happiness. The horses came in one by one. The first horse that she saw was a fine looking specimen. It was quite apparent from the bulging leg muscles that this horse possessed a great deal of strength. His obvious Arabian DNA was proof that the blood contained within was as pure as a newborn child. Her eyes began to widen with delight. Her heart began to beat just a little bit harder with every white speckle that she saw. "The search is over" is what she so coyly thought to herself. Then, she measured him - 14 hands. She snubbed her nose at him, turned her head to the side and motioned for the next horse to come in.

 

The next equinal applicant entered and took his place. Her eyes more leery than the last; giving him the once, twice and thrice over. Bloodline - check. Height - check. Strength - check. Speckles - only one or two; certainly not enough to please her discriminating palette. "Away with him!" 

 

On and on it went - not enough speckles, too short, mixed blood, not enough strength. Most of the stallions that she shooed away were just shy of the near unreachable mark that she set. The line of horses began to dwindle down. No matter. She was intent on finding the one horse that was perfect in all areas. 

 

One of the horses she turned away was just under 16 hands, a stunning creation from the heavens above. Another was capable of towing a tractor. There was one stallion whose speckles were so perfectly aligned and bright that at night one would think the constellations themselves came down to Earth. None of them "had it all." It was of no concern to her that others were finding happiness in the horses she so easily discarded. She would not waiver. She would not budge.

 

Soon, there were no more to interview. She went through the interminable line that showed up for her approval. There were no more horses to shun. There was, however, a farm full of horses who found happiness in spite of her disapproval. There was a farm full of stallions, once considered to be worthless by she who sought to fill her void, coupled with welcoming mares - whom had much better vision and foresight.

 

In her dogmatic search for happiness the only thing that she procured was a larger void than she initially started out with. The remainder of her declining days were spent in the confines of her barren stable - an inconsolable mare.    

 

the1

 


3/19/2011 11:33:13 PM

When the world slips you a Jeffrey, stroke the furry wall.


3/11/2011 11:53:38 PM

Funny story...

I have received extremely mixed reviews about my profile pic. Some have contacted me and...well...let's just say that they have liked it a lot. Some have contacted me in utter shock...mostly newbie subs. Others have skipped the small talk and went right to the judgments and hate mail. THAT is the funny portion of the tale.

 

I have heard words like "abuse", "twisted", "torture", "sick"...you get the picture.  It is said that a picture says a 1,000 words...but does it say EVERYTHING? Does it say that the person in the photo enjoyed what took place? Does it say that there are people in this world who derive their pleasure from pain? Does it say that the person in the photo had an orgasm that some women will never know from what took place?

 

No, it doesn't say those things. Moving to the funny part...

 

Here we are on "The Largest BDSM Community On The Planet." Let me point out the key ingredient of that recipe...BDSM community. For those new, BDSM = Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism. Many get confused about what this site is.

Some people here are just fakes...spammers and such. MANY are brand spanking new to this and are exploring because they got turned on watching The Secretary. Then there's the rest of us...who live this and have lived it for some time...the ones with experience.

 

To point out what should be the obvious, you are on a BDSM website. You are bound to come across some things that you find disturbing. But before you contact someone that you have never had any communication with and are spewing out your judgments about things you know NOTHING about...stop and think...what would your grandmother think if she knew you were on a site like this trawling for kinky sex and/or spankings?

 

Now, ain't that some shit? ; 0 )

 


1/16/2011 9:30:20 AM

I love lamp.


8/29/2010 12:24:22 AM
I dreamt of you my little one. There was no coherent timeline; just flashes of you in various forms. Vivid visuals still course through my mind. Your head on my shoulder as we lay together naked in the midst of aftercare. The marks still fresh on your skin. The heat still radiating off of your round and reddened bottom. On the floor you were, kneeling before me with your head hung low. Your hair draped to cover the shame that was plastered on your face. Your subtle sobs audible to my mindful ear. My ropes wrapped around your wrists keeping them bound in a prayer like gesture. Your beautiful breasts bound to perfection. The unbearable pain of remorse ever so present in your big, soulful eyes. The tears welling up, ready to erupt upon the slightest beam of disappointment to shoot from my eyes. The arch in your back, the curves of your bare feet as you knelt down before me awaiting judgement - stirring up the love you have filled me with from your loyal servitude. The anger and disappointment that you created - temporary. The reasons we have sworn ourselves to each other must be nourished. Cleansing you of your transgressions is the only way. The discipline you've earned is at hand. Our lips lock, tender moments shared - our hearts renewed once more. Stronger have we become by smoothing out this latest warp in our never ending circle of love and service. Fleeting visuals with no coherency danced through my dreaming mind only to be burned in so deeply that they could only be real. Perhaps a vision of things to come. Fleeting visuals passed, the conscious mind awoke and for the first minute all I felt was a deep rooted love that I have never known. It was as if you were there. Fleeting visuals passed, the conscious mind awake and that second minute...all I knew was sadness and longing. A sadness and longing so profoundly empty that all I could do was fill my lungs with a plethora of deep, centering breaths to stop from going mad. I go to sleep hoping to see you there once more. I awake with the hope of finding you. I live knowing that you are out there but am incomplete until we speak the words. I wait for you my little one. I wait.

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