wulfenstraat

Presently looking for a dominant woman who can handle an alpha male who is "in charge" in his life and of his life.

In LA, we live in shark-infested waters. Self-effacing minnows are swallowed whole and disappear from the scene, becoming gut-juice in other people's nightmare-view of the world. An alpha male in Shark-Town, who survives and thrives here without becoming one of them, is most like a dolphin, capable of swimming around these predators, both male and female, and driving them away, gently but firmly.

Yet, dolphins, being gentle and affable creatures, need a variety of experiences to expand their understanding of the world. Sometimes, a dolphin-esque personality needs a woman's strong hand and strict discipline to keep him from becoming a shark himself.

Looking for a domme who enjoys tormenting a man by stripping him naked, leashing his genitals and leading him around by his cock and balls.

It's my birthday.  I broke up with my girl two weeks ago.  Now, I wish she were here, at least to give me a handjob.  It's my birthday, and I'm full of come.  The jacuzzi is hot and the champagne is cold.  I'm in search of a 35 to 55 year-old of any height/weight and color who is ready to get naked with me on this very special day.

I'm in sub-tropical Carson, CA.  Beautiful home.  The yards would do justice to a Hawaiian resort, with a triple canopy jungle set among decks, runways, boardwalks, gazebo, barbecue pit and lounge-size jacuzzi.  If you want to bring a girlfriend, make sure she's not a prude.  Plan on getting here by 6.  Bring your favorite whip and leash.

When I'm interested in a woman (at that moment when we first meet, when we exchange a polite handshake and maybe a peck on the cheek), I find the fastest way to get my hand on her cunt.

This is always in public, and you may prefer not to make a scene: but I'm prepared if you do.

Usually, when I touch a woman there, that spot where her hand normally resides, a normal woman is shocked to astonishment.  Isolated by what has happened to her, she's even more embarrassed.  Worse, she knows she's been violated--out in public, without anyone offended, not one perturbed, no one noticing.  And, maybe, no one did.

So...you can make a scene.  Or, you can follow close behind me, able at every turn to go your own way or to follow me to mine.  And, as you follow, hateful step after every hateful jar on the bridle of your anger and frustration, you know that I know you, though you know nothing about me.

At that point, I have you in the palm of my hand.

There are two types of people on Collarme.com.  One of them is the dominant, and the other is the submissive.

However, the so-called submissive almost always tops from the bottom, which makes him or her an actual dominant...but one so powerful as to withstand an enormous amount of "pain."  On the other hand, the so-called dominant is simply the full-grown manifestation of a child who, physically and emotionally abused, cannot stand much pain, including the pain of remembrance.

There is a side-key to the so-called dominant which reveals that, as a child, he or she was a terror to parents and siblings, to teachers and schoolmates, and to one and all; consequently, this little terror deserved to be disciplined, though not as much as was ultimately delivered.  The side-key to the so-called submissive is that he or she was so confidently dominant that good people in their orbit were hurt; the so-called submissive feels responsible enough to want to repent and submits to being punished.

These two individuals, though mis-labeled as to who is actually dominant, make a perfect combination on Collarme.com...because the so-called submissive is there to take the pain that the so-called dominant has never been able to.

I saw you had a look at me...and decided not to pursue.  I wish I knew why.  I just read your profile and can see that you've had a problem meeting the right kind of people on this site.  What follows is a note I just sent to a woman who merely posted her picture and her name, without a word more.  I spent this much effort on this one person.  How do you know I wouldn't do as much for you?  It's titled:  A Thousand Words

Does this one picture tell all there is about you? Is this picture worth a thousand words? Is there more I should know, because so far I know that...

1) There is intelligence and animation in your eyes, showing a very directed spirit inside. One can almost read your thought at the moment this picture was taken. The eyebrows tell an interesting sidenote on who you think you are and what you project. More on this when we meet, because there is just too much information revealed for me to write it all down.

2) Your cheekbones are high and strong which shows a determined character in usually getting what you want. You probably have set high goals for yourself and are in the process of achieving some of them, even though these goals are often almost like the "carrot on a stick." As you get closer to them, they retreat. That's easily fixed by the way. You don't have to live on edge like that. Try reaching for the stick instead of the carrot.

3) Your lower lip is full and your upper lip is thin. I would almost venture to state that you're a Virgo, but I'd probably be wrong about that because you have a Taurus hairline (you know, a place at the temples for horns, maybe a little devilish to boot). Regardless of this or that, your lower lip suggests that you have a strong sexual side to you, perhaps even overwhelming your logical nature sometimes. Lots of information on this later. Your upper lip indicates that you are more logical than most females, more like a guy in the way you think and act, meaning decisive and competitive. More information on this later.

Anyway, these are the thousand words that your picture said to me. If I hadn't been so verbose, I could have described the 12 other attributes that are likewise revealed for the entire world to see. So, you see, that's why people fill up their profiles with words so that others won't see who they are. You're very brave. Until we meet, I am...an admirer.

I meet and am attracted to many women and, consequently, date a lot. The sex at the beginning is good and exciting, but it is only vanilla sex which soon becomes more of a chore than a pleasure. When I try to introduce a D/s aspect into play, they allow a small bit, like wearing a dog collar and leash; but they never get into it. And, at no time, have I ever found a date who wanted to play the dominant role in the bedroom.

So, how did the dommes on this site become dommes. Please don't say that you were born into it or because you have always had a dominant personality. You probably have. I've dated many dominant women, including VP's in corporations who were ball busters in the board room, yet they're just soft and cuddly creatures in the bedroom. I know for a fact that it's not simply a dominant personality that makes a domme. There's something else, something intangible that I'm trying to ferret out.

So, how did you become a domme? I cannot imagine that on your first date as a teenager, you pulled out the whip and chains, just because you were so dominant and he was so submissive. Or did you, right then and there on your first date, grab his crotch and make him squeal just to make him squeal? If not, at what point did you exercise this side of your character/personality in the bedroom? With whom did you try, and how many guys simply ran off, thinking you were a freak?

Was that how it began for you? Or, as I believe, did you find a guy who, like me, got tired with vanilla sex and suggested that you take the lead, little by little suggesting more and more (and you complied, simply because you thought you were in love with him and would do anything for him)? That's what I want to know. How did he suggest it, so I can suggest it? I can get plenty of women, but I'm wasting my time with them if they'll never come around. I've tried finding a woman who is already a domme on these sites, but you ladies are a rare specie with a hundred subs vying for each of you. And since I'm in this for a long-term relationship, I'm not going to a pro-domme and just waste my time on sexual release. I can do that on my own.

So, what's the answer? Do I keep searching for one of you, or do I create one of you? And, if the latter, HOW???

The question is DOMINATION in the bedroom. Women I know are submissive in the bedroom. They're the ones who want to be tied up and ravished, if there's any D/s play. That's why I'm listed here as a switch. I'll do it for you, if you'll do it for me. But, of course, this is impersonal sex, necessary just to lighten the load.

Finding a woman who could be a life partner, one who is also a switch or a bedroom domme, is like searching for the proverbial needle in a haystack. It's a lot of work with a lot of disappointment.

I'm the director of market research for one the biggest real estate developers of retirement communities in the US...before the global meltdown. You would think that with all the research tools at my disposal (and we're talking Big-Brother survey instruments on households purchasing habits) that I would have been able to localize my search or do better. I haven't.

So, why am I searching to be dominated in the bedroom? I am a dominant personality after all, but I've learned that you get more flies with honey than vinegar, that if you're looking for trouble you'll be fighting unnecessary battles all day long. I've learned that true dominance should be downplayed during the day and, actually, in the course of normal affairs, that it should only rear its ugly head when sheer force of power is demanded to resolve an issue. In other words, very much like nations, it's diplomacy, cooperation and compromise that work best, not intimidation. The Bush era is over.

You would think then that since I hold myself in check during the day that I would want to dominate in the bedroom, where I could unleash these primal urges in the physical act of raw and brutal domination. The exact opposite is true. I spend my day in full domination mode by employing subtle manipulation to convince everyone whose contribution is needed that they are doing so voluntarily. In the background, I guide them to contribute in exactly the manner I've prescribed but which, in Socratic fashion, I've led them to believe is their own ideas. This ensures maximum effort on their part, because they now own that project. They are responsible for its total completion and viability.

The bedroom then becomes a place where I can exorcise this demon of dishonesty and manipulation by being dominated myself, by being humiliated and beat for what I've done. Consequently, I'm going to find a "bedroom domme" of my own, to court and wed and cherish, because I need to lighten this heavy load in true Catholic fashion. Because ultimately, we all have to be punished for our sins, even when those sins serve the public good.