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12/21/2021 7:00:35 PM

Credit Suisse stock is at an all time low, positive EPS, and still paying dividends.  They've had 4 institutional buys this year.  ...It's good for a triple in value at Least, probably x6.


12/12/2021 11:45:22 AM

15 days completed on the Master Cleanse.  Brokerage account up 40% for the year.


12/9/2021 10:29:39 AM

SOCIAL SECURITY WILL BE CUT BY 22% STARTING 2033 OR SO.

Act accordingly.  S.S. is a pyramid scam and the base is no longer wide enough to support the aged at the top.  Whatever you do, you can't rely on it anymore.


11/17/2021 9:42:34 PM

I hope the profile updates don't take as long as last time.


8/11/2017 6:48:52 PM
Still here, just in case you were wondering. I don't journal much.

3/20/2017 10:07:46 AM
https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B06XDQS6PM My friend's erotica FAR exceeds all expectations! I've learned a Lot!

3/6/2017 7:51:26 AM
My friend Michael Holloway wrote a book. I usually find erotica, or porn in general to be just boring. But on the cover the guy has both a feather and a toothbrush to use on the girl, and I just had to know what he did with them. I bought a copy, mostly to support my friend, not expecting much, but it blew me away! I'm gonna try a lot of these things. It's called "Oh Please I'll Do Anything" and it's only on Amazon right now. It's adult so you have to scroll down the list a little. But take it from me, it's worth the read.

11/11/2016 3:01:38 PM
Going out for a little meet and greet tonight.

10/10/2016 11:48:24 PM
Aaaaand I'm back. A lot has changed and I'll get around to updating everything eventually. It's just not a high priority right now. Glad this site is back online.

4/21/2014 7:52:35 PM

I think I'll go off the grid for a while.


3/5/2014 10:16:28 AM

WTH?!  All my photos, photos that I personally took, are gone.  "Some photos maybe have copyright infringement" - may?  And I can't even reply back! - the reply buttons are gone!


3/24/2013 11:29:31 AM

By this time next week I'll be back in America.  The ex-gf has been looking at my profile on one of the social networks, and has asked to be "friends."  I was amused.  Had I more time or patience I might have went for it, and I told her that in addition to saying "besides, one glass of wine and you'll be right back to asking permission to lick my asshole, friend."  And now she's cyberstalking me even more.


12/8/2012 9:57:18 AM

I'm returning to the United States soon.  First it'll be New York - Long Island for a while and Schoharie County for a while.  Then out to Washington State.  Then maybe I'll drive around, maybe go to Peru or Thailand, then who knows.

 

The girlfriend has been dismissed - just too many red flags.  But she did make me happy, when she wasn't making me unhappy.


9/3/2012 5:44:47 AM

Got myself a girlfriend.  She's fun and skilled and won't be in Korea very long but she makes me very happy.


8/20/2012 8:38:08 AM

Met a girl while touring China - with the group.

 

I spent the weekend with her... I spent Sunday evening making out with her - I think she might just be the woman with skills I've been looking for.


8/8/2012 7:55:20 AM

China was amazing!  I was catered to, I saw the Forbidden City, Temples, shopping, the FOOD was terrific, and you know what - it really is a GREAT Wall!


7/26/2012 7:17:36 PM

China on Monday!  MONDAY!


7/26/2012 10:42:55 AM

Good day today.


7/25/2012 6:15:38 PM

Trip to China on MONDAY!


7/24/2012 11:04:27 PM

Met some really nice people just walkin' around today.


7/23/2012 5:23:55 AM

What a terrific time at the Mud Festival in Korea!  I didn't hook up but a friend of mine did and I did go skinny-dipping.


7/17/2012 7:36:34 AM

There's no decent porn anymore.   I guess I'll just have to start MAKING it.  First, written erotica, then movies, then products from the books and movies.  "If you do something well, never do it for free." - the Joker.


7/15/2012 6:41:58 AM

I met up with a girl I've known a while at the Mud Festival, she was talking about control and embarrassment.  I told her I could make her beg without even touching her.  She wanted to know how but I told her it had to be a surprise or it wouldn't work.  We agreed to some terms, what could be done, what couldn't, and she agreed to come with me into the woods away from the main events.  She tried to excuse herself for a moment but I told her it was now or never and probably wouldn't take long anyway, she agreed.  I taped her agreeing to my terms: not allowed to do such and such but anything else was fine.  I tied her arms over her head to a branch and tied straps to her ankles, holding them open.  She was quite drunk and had just downed a 40 ounce right in front of me, so I knew it wouldn't be long.  I called my friend and he joined me to record her on his camera.  Remember how she tried to excuse herself for a few minutes? - that beer caught up with her.  She started to fidget, it increased more and more.  She asked when it was going to start and I told her it already had, and that she'd be begging in less than an hour.  She fidgeted more and more and finally it happened - she asked for a break, to go to the bathroom.  I smiled, and she immediately knew what I was doing.  I told her that I was going to keep her there for a certain amount of time (a lie), then let her go, but if she peed herself it would go on the Internet.  She tried to negotiate her way out of it, so I said if she finished another 40 I would cut her time in half, and she didn't ask how much time that would be.  She finished just under two-thirds of it and 43 minutes later after begging, twisting, grunting, moaning, begging, gyrating, and even calling for help (the rock music was too loud for anyone to hear), and a little wet spot formed.  My friend and I pointed and laughed, taunting her.  Her nipples were as hard as a rock, and when I pointed out how aroused she was she blushed.  At first the wet spot between her legs grew by tiny increments and in little spurts.  But before long she twisted and grunted and bounced and then let out one long growl and she wet herself, blushing so hard it made her purple.  I made her finish peeing before I would let her go.  And when she was all finished I stopped the recording, showed her the camera, and asked if she wanted me to delete the video.  She said "yes" and I deleted both right in front of her, so she knew it was done, then let her go and helped her down to the beach to bathe.


7/15/2012 3:50:25 AM

The Mud Festival in Korea is good stuff, plenty of girls to go around!


6/18/2012 5:07:25 AM

Profile is now REDONE.  I'm very happy, I'm more sure about what I want and my future than I ever have been before.


6/16/2012 12:19:10 AM

The new slave has FAILED.  She, if she is a she, posted a few things on the message boards that are inconsistent with what she told me.  No matter, I can devote my time to others instead.


6/10/2012 6:34:29 AM

It looks like I've got a new slave coming in.  She'll have to pass the tests of course, not the least of which will be getting here to Korea, and I won't be able to have sex with her for a while, but I have a good feeling - maybe this is the one I've been looking for, to train and to dominate.


5/31/2012 8:55:06 PM

The best thing a woman has ever done for me: We watched a video about pregnancy and birth; the hours of labor, the pain, all the little things that can happen, and I told my girlfriend, "No.  That settles it.  We're not having kids.  I'm not doing that to you, I CAN'T do that to you.  I could never ask you to do that for me."  And then she answered, smiling, "I'd LOVE to do that for you!"  I have never loved someone so much.

 


3/7/2012 9:24:51 AM

Sometimes it's all about real hard, real fast, a long time, and subspace, but here's what I think a spanking should be - and this really happened: She took me to a hotel she knew, my love. It was on the first floor and the bed had an iron canopy, slightly bent at the points where a person might be restrained. She told me to take my clothes off and I did as she looked up, feasting upon me with her eyes. I didn't know what she had in mind exactly. Then she took out the straps that I bought for my backpack and told me to attach them to my wrists and ankles. I did and she bound me standing spread eagle at the foot of the bed. I grabbed the straps so I wouldn't hang by my wrists, but there wasn't much slack otherwise - I wasn't going ANYWHERE. Then she opened the door and went outside, leaving me there, the breeze moving around my body. I heard a cracking noise, then a someone speak, and my girlfriend answered "Well, he's been a bad boy" followed by two people giggling. She came in, blindfolded me, and took the thin, supple, three foot long switch and swished it past my hiny. "Oh, no!" She touched my behind, and petted it with the switch as I squirmed and twisted. I jumped with each touch and she warned me to hold still. She stroked me and petted and I remained tense, which pleased her - I'd done many a thing to her, and now she was finally into this end of things. She swished by my behind again, making me jump and squeak. We'd agreed - no safe words, use your own judgment. With each swish I jumped a little less, and tensed a little less, and when I didn't jump at all, SMACK! The switch was just right - not so heavy that it hurts too much, not so light that it doesn't sting - just right, enough to excite with pain but not REALLY hurt right away - the kind of thing to give you a little rush from the thrill. I breathed heavily and twisted a little bit. She then began swishing the air past me with the switch again, and again I jumped for a while, then calmed down, then SMACK! Then, the same thing again, swishing air past, I squirmed less and less, then stopped, then she paused, then SWISHED past - I jumped expecting to get the hit then. Then she swished around some more, the anticipation killing me! She swished, making me jump, then SMACK! Then swished then smacked again! "You're really enjoying this!" "No I'm not!" (I couldn't admit it yet). "Oh, no?" She grabbed my throbbing erection, which I didn't know I had, then bent it straight downward. "Ah!" "You sure you're not enjoying this?" "Oh, my God! I didn't even know I was hard!" "You want some more?" She gave me another smack, then another swish, then another two smacks, then paused...nothing...for two full minutes, then waited until I was unprepared and started smacking in earnest. "Ow. OW. OW! OW!! OW!!! No! Stop! Not there! Not the ass! Ah! I said 'NOT the ass!'" She began smacking the backs of my legs, "No not THERE!" She went back to my behind, "No NOT there!" So she did both. I let go of the straps and hung, they hurt my hands so I stood up and grabbed on again, still pulling and jerking, trying to twist away, but I couldn't. She stopped for a while, grabbed hold of my cock, and kissed me. She'd reach around a gently stroke my ass, making me squeal and tense, making her giggle, but I was loving every second of it. Then she stopped kissing me, gave my shaft a hard squeeze, then left. "Oh, no! Please don't go away! Please? Don't leave me." "You just don't want me to spank you again." "Um..." "Well bad boy?" "I don't, but please come back and kiss me some more?" She did. But eventually she said that bad little boys had to be punished and she had to finish this. NOW it got REALLY GOOD! She smacked my right cheek, making me twitch but not squeal, then the left, then the right leg, then the left, then the right cheek again, but a different spot, then the left - a different spot again. She kept alternating those four parts at a steady pace, sometimes changing the order, sometimes smacking the same spot twice, sometimes pausing for half a beat to mess with me and watch me twitch. She reddened the whole area, making sure not to miss a spot. Then she began to alternate, back and forth, between spots on each buttcheek. Every now and then she'd hit the back of my leg real hard, or hot a spot on my butt twice, or pause to fake me out, but it was mostly just back and forth, lightly, slowly. She was slow and steady and light, enough to sting only, to sting and tingle, but not quite fully recover before the same spot was smacked again. It began to build. I began to inhale sharply, hold my breath, then exhale slowly. I tried to deal with the pain, that constant stinging that got stronger by the tiniest of increments. She warned me to hold still, to take it, or else - it could be a LOT worse. I tensed, fidgeted, tried to twist, tried to lift my leg onto the bed and sort of walk away but I was fully restrained. I held my breath, I twisted right, then left, then right and left, then gyrated then "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" She increased the pace and I shook and wailed and flailed. I hung, hurting my wrists and flopped all around trying to get away, but I couldn't. After a minute or two she stopped and I heard rustling and movements. Then she started up again, a number of HARD SMACKS, then more movement. Then she put a condom on me, then went back to smacking some more - I flailed some more! She told me to keep the blindfold on, then released my legs, then she released my wrists but told me to hold on to the straps - to hold myself there. Then she told me to stay still and take it. She smacked me, trying to draw it out for as long as possible, and when I lost it she smacked me hard and chased me around. Then she stopped and told me to take off my blindfold: She was naked with a big smile on her face, her feet on the bed but here knees up to the ceiling and her legs open. I jumped on her and started humping with a desperation I'd only known once before. I have no idea if she came or not - there was nothing in my world except humping. She'd smack me once in a while for fun, or if I slowed down. When I started to cum she smacked me and threatened to do it again as I came and begged at the same time. Then smacked me again when I stopped, still inside her. I have always been grateful for that experience. And THAT boys and girls, is a spanking.


1/19/2012 7:26:00 AM

Here comes Lunar New Year!... among other things.


1/2/2012 3:46:14 AM

Happy New Year!  I will have to expand my hunting ground, the girls here, (in my town), are just not worth hunting.


9/26/2011 8:37:51 PM

It's time.

 

I need to get back to work, find myself a sexy young new toy to play with.  I've been involved with other things, but now it's time for the hunt to begin again!


9/7/2011 9:42:35 AM

Chuseok (Korean Thanksgiving) is rapidly approaching!  Time for some pumpkin pie... among other kinds >:)


9/4/2011 7:28:53 AM

I discovered something TERRIFIC: earplugs.  Blindfolds - yes, of course.  Blindfolds and earplugs - now THAT'S a psychadelic experience - it's almost like pure thought.  I was riding my motorcycle and thought I'd try that and it was fantastic!  I could just barely hear the motor - just enough sound to hear a horn or hear if something was wrong with the engine. 

 

I read that a guy used earplugs during sex and I will DEFINITELY try that out!


7/18/2011 5:20:57 AM

I'm goin' to THAILAND 7/27 through 8/2!!!!


5/30/2011 7:43:28 PM

NEW GAME: Put a banana in your slave's/sub's asshole, maybe a green one so it's stiff, and then subject them to various forms of...stimulation.  The task, of course, is: don't break that banana in half!


5/2/2011 7:08:10 PM

I had to release my slave.

She's a pretty little thing, begging me to come get her and take her away...and to just TAKE her.  She's so young but swore it was legal there - it wasn't.  I scolded her for that.

It's a shame, because all she wanted was attention of any kind - think of the possibilities.  She told my by normal habit that she touched herself every other day.  I got her to daily with my picture, then twice daily, then thrice - eventually I wanted to get her up to five times a day so that she'd crave it.  She was obedient, and oversensitive - perfect!

But she lied AND endangered me, punishable offenses, but illegal, no - I can't permit that.

So, it's time to find new slaves here in Korea.


4/6/2011 9:23:58 AM

I'm doing well, got some girls to play with, and some girls chasing me who are dying to be played with!


5/21/2010 3:18:07 AM
"You've had a heart-attack."

I had chest pains when I hiked. Just a dull soreness, nothing to worry about.
It got worse but I figured I was just out of shape and hiking would get me in
shape to the point where I could go to the gym and not make a fool of myself.

Then I had pains even at rest.

I am a New Yorker in South Korea so I asked my boss to take me to the hospital.
The doctor's accent was so thick I could barely understand him. But I did
understand him when he said "you've had a heart-attack."

He was so calm. My boss was calm - I figured maybe they needed to stay calm so
they didn't exacerbate the condition. I felt tingles in my chest upon hearing
it, but I willed them to stop - I had to have control. I'm a Scientologist, I
can fix this.

33, in a foreign country, the only Freezone Scientologist I know of here, and no
one locally to help me, and again my body is doing something horrible that
doesn't happen to other people.

I was going to break something. I approached some glass, made a fist, and
stopped. I went to the pharmacy, got beta-blockers, made a fist to break the
window, then stopped. Everyone was so calm!

I went home, started to cry, then stopped. I had seen "THE SECRET" and read the
book - I had to have absolute control over this thing.

I went to work - the hospital hadn't admitted me and the doctor, if I understood
him correctly, said it had happened two weeks ago. The Korean work ethic was
strong, and I always went to work, even when I felt I shouldn't.

I had commented to my boss, who went to the hospital to translate for me, that
normally when someone has a heart-attack they take the day off. He smiled and
did not offer me the day off. So I went to work.

I called my immediate supervisor and told her I'd be a few minutes late because
I needed to finish freaking out. She was calm too and just said "okay."

Life is a game - I know that, but I'm sick of it, and I didn't agree to play.
Ah, but I HAD, hadn't I? - how else was I here?

I didn't agree to these rules or this condition. But I must have - I felt it, I
somehow knew that this is exactly what was supposed to happen, and that I feel a
strange joy when things are at their absolute worst.

I didn't want to play anymore. And in that moment I KNEW that if I were to
think the thought I could chose between staying in the game, come what may, or
just pulling the plug.

First, I postulated that I'd have some time to think about it and not just puff
out of existence or drop to the floor with a coronary. I had those two choices.

And THEN IT HAPPENED: I realized the truth; I was in charge, there weren't two
choices, there were no limits. So, with great effort, I created a third choice:
I would stay in the game under my OWN rules, new ones.

And the pain reduced.

"I did not agree to this pain."

The pain reduced. I HAD agreed to it before.

"Well, I do not agree to this pain."

The pain was GONE. It comes back every few minutes and I have to not agree to
it again, sometimes a few times, but it reduces and disappears.

That's right: I am Mr. Spock, I am Paul Atreides, I am Kes from Ocampa, I am
Neo, I am Harry FRICKIN' Potter - I AM a Scientologist!

Rolf "Dane" Krause has been wonderful through this crisis. He's an OT8,
qualified to take ME to OT8, and I AM GOING. Rolf has helped to reduce the pain
further with greater permanency, and I've done HELLOs and OKAYs to it, as well
as self-assists - I am a Scientologist, and I CAN FIX THIS.

I was faced with death and I didn't freak out, I didn't go on a rampage, I
didn't drink, I didn't tell people off who...who I sometimes think ought to be
told off, I rose to the occasion, and I lived.

Now, HERE'S THE IMPORTANT PART:
A friend of mine that just bought her copy of Dianetics asked me, as I recounted
this, asked me, HOW can I get to where you are?

It's not knowing this is a game, it's not knowing postulates can me made and
unmade, it's not knowing YOU can make them and unmake them, it's being able to
DO it. It's having faith. And how do you get faith?

Go to the library and rent "THE SECRET" on DVD. (There is a book but it's
horribly formatted and hard to read - if you must, get it after the DVD because
the DVD is much easier and faster - I was using the techniques before the movie
was even over!)

THE SECRET explains how things enter your life, how you can change things, and
how you can MAKE things happen. It specifically says to start with something
small, something believable for you, and work your way up. Maybe something as
small as a free cup of coffee.

Do that, study Dianetics, go Clear, study FREEZONE Scientology, go OT, and you
WILL arrive - THAT is how I did it. I'm not a pioneer, I'm not the first, I
didn't build the bridge... but maybe I put up a road sign pointing to it.

There's more to this story, little details, funny stories, but it's already too
long, and I wanted to make sure people got the point of it.

Ten hours later, after I had been told I had a heart-attack, my supervisor, an
English teacher, told me some more details from the hospital conversation with
the doctor, my boss, and myself that my boss had recounted. As it turns out,
the doctor's accent was so thick that I missed the first two words of the most
important sentence:

The fist two words were "I doubt." Unfortunately, the remainder of the
sentences was "you've had a heart-attack," making the complete sentence, "I
doubt you've had a heart attack."

One Hell of a game this life thing, isn't it? But regardless, I simply
disagreed with the pain, and the pain was gone. I will continue on my path to
Clear, and I will get there.

My biggest fear is that I will die before OT8, or even Clear, and have to start
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall over again. That's my fear, but I don't think it'll
happen. This should be taught in school, instead of playing with blocks. We
should all be Clear by freshmen year of high school at the very LATEST! We
should be OT8 before the end of college.

I'm annoyed that I'm so far behind, that at 33 I am beginning to understand the
nature of the MEST world and reality, since that should've been taught to me
since the day I was born. But at least I'm not 100 and on my deathbed,
(although I sure thought I was).

Someone asked me, that if it were up to me, what would I do about it? I said
that all the Scientologists should just take over a town. Not forcibly, just
buy up all the property and live there. If there's enough of us, a whole
county, or the smallest state. Show that it can work, show that the people
there can be healthy, prosperous, crime-free, and have advanced spirituality and
intelligence, and that we simply expand, district by district, until we can show
the world that there IS a better way to be.

I'm told Clearwater, Florida has the highest concentration of Scientologists.
(I don't know about Freezoners though), and someday I'd like to visit there.


10/25/2008 1:35:17 PM
NEW GAME:

I had three slaves visit me for a week, and one of the things I did was get them bottomless, with their ankles tied to the foot of the bed, and their wrists loosely bound at the head.

In addition, they must hold on to a rope that is tied to the head of the bed.  Their wrists are also bound, but it's a test of self-control.

I take a switch, (last time it was a riding-crop one of them had brought), and begin smacking their behinds in sequence; BAM-BAM-BAM!

The first to let go of their rope (although it won't do any good), the first who can't fight the instinct to protect their hinies, looses.

This can be a good test - sometimes you want someone who can take it, and sometimes you want someone who can't.

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