Ah well, were do I begin?
My parents told me I could be anything I wanted, so I became an a'hole! (content rejected)
I meet a very lovely submissive female who told me I was wonderful, so I became a superman!
I spent twenty years with her, ( large, petite shoes to fill). Raised a family, built a business, wealth, success, travel, companionship.
She grew to know my needs and I hers, better then ourselves.
I’d buy her flowers for no reason in the morning, strip her, dress her in nylon, spread her on the bed, whip her, and make love to her all night.
In time I learned that communication and honesty was the key to our successful relationship…. And in time we rose beyond that.
She moved me to great heights and always seemed to know when I needed the lady, the slut, the slave, the domestic or companion… and my natural domination served her needs as well!
I’ve always dominated my environment to the benefit of those around me. For her well, she felt safe, secure, and protected, never dominated. Then again, I’d have to punish her when she was evil…. but I think she did that just to amuse herself and me, of course.
B&D and slavery became an acquired taste in our relationship, as well as, a recreation in every place we visited. Things were as they should be between a man and a woman. Some would say old school, or even medieval. Although it crossed my mind, I’d never share this precious item with another dom…. Proudly display her, was another story! I’m not a swinger!
I’d like to think the male must always be the rock that forms the solid foundation , and the female, the earth that holds him up.
Mature thoughts for mature adults and not children playing tie-up games.
Well, she’s gone but not forgotten and I’ve had other Dom/Sub, B&D relationships since… but always something missing , a shallowness without the depth I seek, the compassion, honesty, and communication required.
One can always hope that special flower is still out there waiting to be picked.
I’m in a relationship now, as well. This flower is turning into a bouquet supporting far to many unnecessary petals.
I’ll continue to search the local gardens, within say, fifty miles or so, for that excellent blossom, but not perfect, since I’m no longer the prince I once was…a mature, 40 to 50, low maintenance, blossom , with a life of it’s own and not to much baggage. One that may well be able to wake that super-man again.
You’ll see a picture here eventually but never a face. I have my reasons. I’ve taken care of the package I came in and expect the same… and I’ll be happy to exchange a face if you send me yours and an adequate description of your experience, wants, and dislikes…. and if compatible, for certain we’ll each want more then that… I’ll add points for exhibitionism as well as, understanding the concept of a metaphor.
