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TheGentIeGiant

Male Submissive, 25, peshawar, New York
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TheGentIeGiant - Male Dominant, North of Brisbane | BDSM Profile on Collarspace

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About TheGentIeGiant

Before I start, I am not available for other than friendship. I am happily attached.
My "seeking" preferences reflect the orientation of those with whom I would prefer to chat, though this will not preclude anyone of like mind who wishes to chat also.
For those persons I have never communicated with and who wish to contact me, and who give an email address to respond to - Thank you but - no. Look elsewhere. I also would NOT be interested in any relationship with someone young enough to be my own child (and he was born in 1985) even if I WERE available. Look elsewhere!!

Having covered that:
Hi, My name is Derek and I am divorced with a grown up son, not living at home. I am a non smoker and a light, very infrequent drinker.

I consider myself to be articulate, caring and reasonably well educated. I seek friendship and chat only. I enjoy chatting and will generally try to respond to any received messages, even the less polite ones. In short, I am real and would expect anyone contacting me to be real also.

Oh, and I tend to like to sing now and again. Bring your earplugs with you.
The following was sent to me in an email.  I thought it good enough to put here:

Why Women Are Crabby ??  
 We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.

Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John . Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.

Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a wholewatermelon and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER.

Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the     OB     says, 'Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar Calm down and push. 'Just one more good push' (more like 10), warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the
%$#*@*#!* hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 pound bowling ball through a keyhole.

After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that 'cute' wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.

Then come their 'Teen Years.' Need I say more?

When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.

So we progress into the grand finale: 'The Menopause', the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned 'buds' or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

So, while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. You think women are the 'weaker sex'? Yeah right. Bite me.

Send this to seven bright women you know, or to the men who love them, and make their day!!! Or at least make them laugh a little.....

GOOD FRIENDS ARE THE RARE JEWELS OF LIFE...
DIFFICULT TO FIND AND IMPOSSIBLE TO REPLACE!
HAVE A GREAT DAY TODAY
AND A BETTER TOMORROW!
Well,  here it is,  Friday the 13th of March and I jumped on the scales today.  After they groaned and shuddered and told me I was the correct weight for an aircraft carrier  (just kidding)  I noted that I have lost a little weight since December.  I tipped the scales at 112 kilograms (246 pounds) back then and now I am showing as 107kg (235 pounds) which is encouraging.  I have recently found a combination of things that have reduced my calorie intake by about 1000 to 1500 per day and if I can keep that up, my goal of 100kg should be achievable,  but it is going to take some time.  Hopefully the recently started half hour brisk walks will also have some effect.
We had a bit of a cyclone recently which missed us by a not very large margin,  but the *&^* thing is dumping water on us slowly but constantly in a volume that is going to have me growing webbed feet.  Am not far from having my garage floor clear again so that my rafter and floor ringbolts can be put to good use again - any volunteers? 

TWENTY DOLLARS
On their wedding night, the young bride approached her new husband and asked for $20.00 for their first lovemaking encounter.  In his highly aroused state, her husband readily agreed.

 This scenario was repeated each time they made love, for more than 30
years, with him thinking that it was a cute way for her to afford new clothes and other incidentals that she needed.

Arriving home around noon one day, she was surprised to find her husband in a very drunken state. During the next few minutes, he explained that his employer was going through a process of corporate downsizing, and he had been let go. It was unlikely that, at the age of 59, he'd be able to find another position that paid anywhere near what he'd been earning,  and  therefore, they were financially  ruined..

Calmly, his wife handed him a bank book which showed more than thirty years of steady deposits and interest totaling nearly $1 million. Then she showed him certificates of deposits issued by the bank  which were worth over $2 million, and informed him that they were one of the largest depositors in the bank.
She explained that for the more than three decades she had "charged" him for sex, these holdings had multiplied and these were the results of her savings and investments.
Faced with evidence of cash and investments worth over $3 million, her
husband was so astounded he could barely speak, but finally he found his voice and blurted out, "If I'd had any idea what  you were doing, I would have given you all my business!"
That's when she shot him.

You know, sometimes, men just don't know when to keep their mouths shut.


Have a great day people

Well, I have been checking the occasional profile and have to wonder at those profiles of women who put a lot of promise into their introduction yet have only joined in the last few days. They say they are new and often are in a relationship already. These women will almost invariably have a photo of someone VERY attractive and also, almost invariably, she will be willing to relocate, even though she is new to the lifestyle or maybe "inquisitive about the alternative lifestyle" in short, coming across as a troll. I find it even more amusing that these women often live in Cities that do not match the State they list for themselves.  For example  Florida, Australia.  They often will message me with offers of submission, or wanting to get to know me better, while living 12,000 miles away, being younger than my own son as well as listing themselves as DOMINANT!!!! Perhaps these trolls and twats need to learn some Geography, a little common sense and also how to write correctly using the English language. Generally they give themselves away with their combination of MIXED cities and states, their AVIDITY, their totally unbelievable offers at such DISTANCES, their unequivocal WILLING TO RELOCATE and their words, consistently similar to each of the other trolls. In short, they shoot themselves in the foot time after time.     I imagine that they are simply trying to trick money out of people who may be gullible enough to think that these trolls would actually come to them if they pay the fares.  I still reply with a polite thank you but no thank you. If they offer a phone number for me to call and it matches their location, I might be a little more likely to believe them... AFTER I speak with them via telephone, but not likely in any other circumstance.  Don?t get caught people, and have a great day.
Cheers, Derek 

I think my son is trying to kill me.      He is being very subtle about it though.  He said he would like to go out canoeing with me and he arranged a second canoe which weighs in at about a gazillion tons.  So,  he has to put it on MY trailer behind MY car and the trailer can only accommodate ONE canoe can't it!!!  Going to have to remedy that problem I think.  Now the only place of any decent length to paddle is the river isn?t it!!!  AND, the launching ramp is something like three or four kilometres from home, more than DOUBLE what my poor old bones and muscles are used to and this is EACH WAY!!!!!!!!   So how do we get MY canoe to the water?  We (as in ME) has to ride the pushbike with the canoe trailing behind on its trailer.  He stopped to get some bottled water on the way out, and passed me about 1000 yards from the launching ramp.  I arrived about a minute behind him, with my legs threatening to fall off.  We get to the water and we have an option of up or downstream, the tide is on the ebb, so we end up going UPstream

Which same, three kilometres upstream there is a nice little island (Baddow Island)  which I am assuming we will circumnavigate and come back,  right?   Nooooooooooooooooooooo,  HE keeps paddling PAST that doesn't he, up to the Henry Palmer bridge, ANOTHER kilometre upstream.  Where he sits and rests till poor old dad can catch up.   THEN, nice and rested, with dad a puddle of mush, trying to catch his breath, the little wart (well,  they grow on you too!!!)  waits till I round the pylon, say so long to the other guy in the racing kayak who paddled up the river beside me, and we are off again, on the 4 kilometre RETURN trip, AGAINST incoming tide, and AGAINST the breeze that has sprung up.  Then, AND THEN, dear reader, he gets in the car and tows HIS borrowed canoe home while I manfully struggle to tow MINE back the extra distance and up the extra hills behind that BLASTED pushbike.  Cussedness and stupidity had me refusing to get off and walk up the hills.  A friend has reminded me:   ?Reminder: You are NOT a spring chicken anymore Ya old Rooster!?  She is sooooooooooo right.

We spent  a couple of hours on the river almost constantly paddling, so I pedalled about 3 ½ miles and paddled another 5.  I need a slave to snuggle up to I think.   And the sadistic little monster wants to do it all AGAIN and some time SOON!!!!!!!   

I am SURE he wants me DEAD.

 I think I am going to have to disinherit him at this rate.  All in all,  it was a great morning spent with my son.   

I STILL have not found that local slave who is proficient at massage, and who might like some fringe benefits for her trouble.  Oh well, such is life. 

Be well all

Derek.

 

I received a message today asking, "How can someone be GENTLE if they are dominant?"
Over my time I have come across many with this attitude. It seems that there is a lot of stereotyping, and associated misconception, out there.  There are some who feel that if a slave is happy,  she needs to be disciplined.  They see tenderness, closeness etc as weaknesses.  These traits are not macho, don't appear to be in keeping with our perception of a dom or master,  so they can't be part of a dominant/master's characteristics.  I consider them to be the opposite.  I consider that they show STRENGTH of character, a person who is comfortable in who they are with no need to prove anything.  They have the trait of being human, gaining and holding their subs regard and respect without needing to instil fear of reprisals if it is not given.  I believe this builds the strength of the bond in relationships of like minded people.  A person can be gentle and tender while being no less dominant.  They are quite capable of meting out physical discipline if needed, though they often have NO need to do so.  (Degrees of hardness during play is a different thing altogether.)
Having said that, I also acknowlege that there are those who desire / need harder or harsh treatment to feel their dom is strong enough to handle them and to protect them.  It takes all manner of people to make this lifestyle,  and while every one may be different, given the right combination of submissive and dominant personalities, provided they match, and things are safe, sane and consensual, there is no incorrect attitude.

Have a great day people.
Derek

I came across this song,  which goes to the tune of Cranky Frankie Sinatra's "My Way"
It was written by someone for a slave named "spinny" way back in my Mplayer days. She loved it.   - I think he did a good job and I might even sing part of it for my video greeting one day.
 

And now, your arse is near
And so you face some serious hurtin'
My slave, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my rules, of which I'm certain

I've choked your mouth that's full
I've been your main and Hershey Highway
And more, much more than this,
I'll do you my way.

Regrets. you've had a few,
But then again, they're imperfections
I did what I had to do
And gave you justified corrections

I planned each pervy scene
Each part of you I crop and I flay
But more, much more than this,
I did you my way.

Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more of your limbs than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
Will she eat it up or spit it out?
You swallowed all, I made you crawl
And did it my way.

I've lashed, I've laughed, you've cried
I've shown my will, your juices oozing
And now, as tears subside,
I find your sorrow so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say - not in a sub-way
Oh no, Oh no not me
I did you my way.

Not much to report up here at this point in time.  Our weather has been hot enough to want to consider investigating water bondage,  or at least to go laze in a swimming pool or, at a pinch, maybe roll the canoe.  NO,  belay that,  the lagoon is ANYTHING but pristine with all those birds roosing in trees and such,  and there have been reported sightings of crocs in the river recently.  Never mind,  the local pool will have to do at the moment. ( wonder how much admission will cost for the canoe?)

I am not homophobic but I have to admit to being somewhat amazed at the number of gay / ts individuals who have viewed my profile and even surprised at being added to their favourites at times.  What I wonder is, how come the ones that have viewed me seem to have almost perfect, sometimes TOO perfect feminine figures? 

Oh, forgot,  have changed my video greeting again. Not sure WHEN it will be approved but hopefully soon.

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO PLAIN OLD FASHIONED COURTESY?  Does the fact that we are here in a BDSM site render it obsolete? 

I thought it was fundamental, a cornerstone to our interaction with others, something we should have been taught to give to others in all situations. 

I sometimes wonder if a lack of response to messages (those which contain a  specific enquiry rather than simple comments)  is due to inadvertence,
forgetfulness or a plain LACK of common courtesy. 
Let's say you put east coast (state name)" as your location.  Someone from the next state enquires regarding a little more information including, but by no means limited to, (eg:  How North, South, West etc in the state - without asking for specific city location) so as to assess travel times if there appears to be some reasonable degree of compatibility which might bear exploring. 

The question can be answered,  eg: "approximately 1 - 2  hours from the border on the coast / a little inland/out west"   without compromising your security.  Simply reading and then deleting / ignoring the message entirely puts YOUR courtesy and credibility
in question.  A lack of ANY response impresses unfavourably and thereby makes them wonder if YOU are genuine or just another "wannabe" out to play games.  There are those out there who simply prey on others, but there are just as many who are genuinely interested.   

If you have no desire to be contacted by the person making the enquiry,  by all means, be polite and say so.  "Thank you for your enquiry, but at this time you do not appear to be what I seek.  I wish you well in your search" and then if they persist, by all means IGNORE future messages.  This kind of response can be valid and employed for ANY reason that you may not wish communication from someone, but please give them common courtesy at least for the first message. 

On a lighter note, missed my canoeing for the last 3 days due to other committments and a 600 km (about 375 miles) drive this weekend, so might put her in the river tomorrow and see where the exploration may lead, but is time to go fit a new windscreen washer bottle to my fathers car, a replacement distributor to my friends car and then to fit a fuel pump to the 7 seater hovercraft I am rebuilding.  Hey,  there is an idea,  I might see if I can add a photo of it to those already on site.   Look for it in a couple of days.
Have a great day everyone.
Derek





Well, nothing much to report today, made a couple of cradles to fit the box trailer so that I can take me further than the lagoon at some time,  perhaps down crocodile alley (local river) which seems like it will be more of an adventure as you have a tidal movement to overcome .... and wooo hoooo,  can learn to balance in moving water without falling overboard hopefully.

I have finally fitted replacement carpet into the garage so that the ringbolts in the floor, under the one in the rafter, are surrounded by something more comfortable than cement, and they are crying for a pair of feminine ankles to take up occasional residence between them.  I may have to embark on making more toys again in the not too distant future.  Hoping all are having a good day. 
Derek
*Scrabbling for the oxygen bottle* - what IDIOT came up with the brilliant idea of a canoe?  Life was sedentary, life was ordered, in short, life was moderately painless.  Today was my second time on a pushbike in 5 to 10 years and I have found I am getting more cantankerous with age.  I have learned that the mind and the body do NOT get along well.  Why do I say that, you ask?  Part way up the first hill (or is that hell?) which I had to walk up when I did my initial bike ride some weeks ago, I was pedalling with the added burden of the canoe and trailer (85 - 100 pounds) when my body said  "Don't! "  and  "Stop and walk!!!"    The mind was being macho and ignorant and refused to listen, and instead decided to interpret it as one sentence "Don't stop and walk" so I did not walk ANYWHERE and pedalled up hill and down dale.....   Then,  THEN, I actually launched the canoe in the lagoon and paddled the darned thing for a blimming HOUR, exploring the shores,  the island where many birds roost, the different wildlife.  All in all, very pleasant scenery, but very tiring too.  Then, dear reader,  I had to get back ON that damned bike and pedal the whole lot BACK home again.  Somebody find a good 4 x 2 please, I think it may become useful in the future.  Now where is that slave that gives a good massage when master needs one? 
Have a great day people
Not being one to overly enjoy typing (see mention of preferring telephones in profile)  I thought I would like to wish everyone a safe and happy New Year.  I have been busy working on refurbishing a canoe (It used to be all red but faded to orange - it looks kind of different now for a few hours of my time) and building a trailer on which it can be towed behind a pushbike,   yes,  "PUSH"-bike.  Heck it is only about 14 feet long.  It is time for this fellow to improve his health and aim for a better body mass index.  (I think it is called being more height / weight proportionate)  Wish me luck. 
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