“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because i reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me.

i have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature.

I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me.

I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate.

I decided not to coexist anymore with pretence, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise.

I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance.

I do not adjust either to popular gossiping.

I hate conflict and comparisons.

I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why i avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities.

In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal.

I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement.

Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals.

And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.”

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The above text was written and published by the great Portuguese Author, José Micard Teixeira.

Just a note... smile.

What I have observed is that all 'nilla relationships (marriage) are based on deceit.. and eventually they fail.

None of my D/s relationships have 'failed'... they are based on truth and honesty.  There is no need to lie.  I am what I am.  You are who you are.

My D/s relationships have lasted the test of many years.  We do not play, anymore, but we still trust each other ... and can say anything.... share triumphs and waterproof shoulders when needed.

This is the true worth of D/s relationships.  If you have shown your deepest desires.. explored your needs... and had them satisfied by somebody who cares for you... all else is just  'bum-fluff'.

smile.

xxD

I have been away for awhile... life gets busy and interesting.  But I am thinking about the things I have learnt recently....

1. Ladies can do hands-free peeing.  This is something that surprises me... but it should not.

2. I am really forgiven for small misdemeanours if I acknowledge them and learn from them.  Flowers help sooth the way.

3. Little things make ladies happy.. although they don't immediately mention them, they just smile. it is important not to forget the little things.

4. Big things make ladies happy ... but often they don't smile as much.

5. Dogs are good fun.

6. When everything else is done ... make bread.

7. This website crashes on me just before I am about to receive a message.  Which is very odd.  It is also odd that people can message me and mention my profile without showing up in the 'Viewed profile' list.  That is very odd... I wonder how they do it?

More ...

xxD

It is remarkable how 'gardening' is a major topic of conversation on here (one would expect all sorts of torrid stuff about ropes and clamps and floggers) but instead ... gardening.  smile.  Do you think there is a connection between kink and gardening?  The quiet pleasure of one contrasting with the intense eroticism of the other.

Or perhaps its an age thing?  I do have a preference for ladies who 'have their act together' and have interests outside of D/s.

xxD

Many young girls, who own to being subs, have age limits.  I find this odd.  An older Dominant is not necessarily wrinkled, flabby and limp dicked.  He may well be in a suit, tie, and crisp white shirt.. a Silver-fox, a Silver-back.  He will arrange a nice restaurant or pleasant surroundings, just to get to know you and your desires, he will not rush you... for him you have to be worth investing time.  In your world boys just want to fuck you; his world is different. He wants to know you, to understand you and your desires and take you somewhere you have never been before.... and he has the confidence and experience to do it.

 You have youth, a beautiful body, and desire.  He has experience and wisdom. 

 He will also have previous lovers that you can ask, confidentially 'Is it safe for me to be alone with this man?  He will, if you rise to meet him, cherish you, support you, teach you, advise you.. and, if time or circumstances dictate, wish you a fond farewell.  He will also be a special part of your life.  For all of your life.

 Don't get me wrong.  I adore older ladies... they are so much more... fun. But I do not understand these age limits for young subs.  Explain it to me, please.

smile.

You will not move without my permission.

You will not sound.

You will be.

I shall bend to you and administer the rope and the crop.

I shall administer to you.

You will be my desire.

Throat gripped, eyes glazed..

We will fly,

Together.

Damn, I wish I lived (or visited frequently) in Scotland,,,,

Perhaps this should be arranged.  smile

I hate mobile phones.

 A bloke can't get to... play... without being interrupted.  Let me explain.  I am refurbishing my outhouse.. there are some huge holes in the plaster so I need to stick something in there so I can paint over.  Being a bloke I look in my store and there is a half bag of 'one-stop plaster'... about 5 years old.  Kushty! 

Problem... mix it up and it sets .. rock hard.. in about 3 and a half mins.  no problem.. I will make up little batches.  This is a fine plan except for the bloody mobile phone.  Every time I mix up a small batch.. the phone, txt, call etc.  I made three irregular rock hard bricks before I managed to get any on the wall.

smile.

Now it is said that if you can make a lady laugh...  Below is all true, and no alcohol was involved.... smile.

I once took a bath in the wrong house. 

My friend Donney and I were coming down from University and he invited me to a Ball at his old school.  Donney was a medic and the pair of us arrived at his house in his white Triumph Spitfire - traditional transport for young blades like us.  Donney lived in a large house in a leafy, quiet, hedge bound suburban road in Surbiton (or somesuch).  The plan was to meet the family and then prep up into our penguin suits and hit the town.  I was introduced to his very pleasant  family who were more interested in how Donney was failng his degree course and while they were interrogating Donney - to save time - I suggested that I should pop up and have the first bath.  

I went out to the car to pick up my stuff and returned to the house with my bag. 

This is where things went wrong.  I, of course, walked back into the wrong house and straight upstairs where - as luck would have it - somebody was drawing a bath ('How nice' I thought).  I was deeply into the suds and singing badly (the acoustics were good - I remember) when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, the door handle turned, a small gasp and - after a short delay - a timid knock on the door.  I gathered myself in a towel and opened the door a crack to confront a middle aged lady with a puzzled look on her face.  Thinking - Aunt - older sister - some relative who I had not yet met - I said in a friendly fashion "Hi, I'm Noel, I'm a friend of Donney ". She just stood there with a very strange look on her face.  To fill the pregnant pause I added, as helpfully as I could, "I'm just having a bath".  Remarkably, given that she had no idea who I was - she said "Ohh - Is the water warm enough?".  The British middle classes fall back on good manners when confronted by inexplicable situations.

Having assured the pleasant lady that all was well I returned to the bath thinking 'That was a bit odd' and I heard her trot downstairs and out to the back door where her husband was apparently working in the garden.

Her - "George, there's somebody taking a bath" Him - "What?" Her - "Somebody is taking a bath in our bath!" Him - "What?" Her - "George SOMEBODY is taking a bath and he's singing"

By this time I began to supect a problem.  Gazing around the bathroom I spotted a name tag sewn into the corner of a towel.  I knew Donney's surname and this wasn't it! 

The social horror of the situation dawned on me and I realised that the only mature thing to do was give the owners of the house a long and very embarrassing explanation followed by profuse apologies.  I therefore grabbed my clothes and - bare-bottomed and wet - I fled next door. 

I pulled the plug before I left – it would have been bad manners to do otherwise.

When I was a new Dom I took the physical side much more seriously than the emotional side (error... but we all have to grow up).  I acquired the toys, attended lectures, read books.  Of course the ultimate was 'Shibari'  - the art of beautiful bondage (and yes I know it should be called Kinbaku). 

 I bought the rope, I studied the lectures, I practiced on the dog (he was deeply unimpressed).  Finally, fed up with both my neighbours and the dog looking at me funny, I persuaded my submissive that she needed to be my practice horse.

All started well.  Then things got difficult.  Then things got very knotty indeed.  My sub got bored.   She then fell asleep (she had had a long day... but still!... this was art).

 It is deeply off-putting when you are trying to create art if your subject is asleep.

These days I just throw the rope on.. in long sensuous drifts and slow movements across the skin of soft cotton rope.  It binds, it caresses... its lots of fun for both of us.

It is sad.  On another site I borrowed this

 'It would seem that being a Dom is an excellent career path for anybody over the age of 40 who wants to get laid.' 

 I know there are many wank-fodder men on here who believe that... for whom the pictures are probably enough.

 What is sad that I suspect there are a number of ladies on here as well who are prepared to put up with 'perverts' just to get the attention of a male.

 If you can't find a lover in vanilla...

Genuine Not a Truck Driver called Dave.

 Just looking through the profiles and one caught my eye online.  An interesting lady and it seemed we had things in common,  Not a million miles away.  So, unusually for me, I constructed an introductory message.  It was elegant, witty, amusing and, I must say, showed me off in a great light.  If I had received that message in my inbox I would have responded.

 One final check, a flourish of a sign off and I pressed the SEND button.

 PROFILE NOT FOUND

 WTF!!

 Gone... my beautiful composition.  Have a heart ladies....

 smile.

 xxD

Meeting and chatting with some very nice people.  But still not that 'right' one.  I'm sure it will happen one day... but if not... the sun is shining and it is a beautiful day to wander around the garden.  All is well with the world.  Smile.

You have to suspect that some profiles with full face photographs of female submissives have been set up by men... ex-boyfriends who want to humiliate and get revenge on ex-girlfriends.

Slowly, so slowly, beginning to meet some nice people on here.  They do exist! (But some of the profiles are a bit...well Your Kink Is Not My etc etc)... smile.

And a 'Thank you' to the elegant Ebony who made me smile from the Bulk Mail Box.

It seems Leonard Cohen fans do not have a sense of humour.  My bad.  smile

Crab-apple tree in full bloom under a blue sky.  It looks like a wedding.

I have just been told I ooze dominance in my writing.  I really cannot understand that.

Rambling Number 3

 Magpies and Blackbird really are not getting on this morning... they squabble - fight even.  I shout 'Play nice!' at them in a sort of distracted way while drinking my early morning tea on the deck.  They ignore me. 

Its not nice being ignored by an animal with the brain the size of a peanut.

Rambling Number 2

 I think that every time I drive through a speed trap  and I am travelling under the legal speed limit...

I should have one point removed from my driving licence.

Carrot- Stick.  Awesome idea!

 Smile

xxD

Rambling Number 1.

So.  New to this site.. but not to the lifestyle.  I have been reading profiles (and sending the odd friendly message... only one reply so far... smile... thank you.. you know who you are).  Anyway.. I'm beginning to realise, from reading profiles, how lucky I am.  I'm not desperately seeking a submissive partner... I have good friends who care about me.. I have a rewarding job that still fascinates me but I can do at my own pace...  

There seem to be a lot of unhappy/rude/demanding people here.. well, many of the profiles/journal entries seem to suggest this.

The further I get into this the more I think  'Bugger it ... my style of Domming.. my style of me.' 

I am begining to get jaded with all these rules and protocols and definitions.  Its me and my sub in a bedroom.. and if she wants to call me 'Master'... OK... 'Sir'... OK... but if she dosn't ... thats OK too. 

As long as we both leave with a smile on our faces...               

Its bluebell time!  Do you want to share a blanket, a book of poetry and a bottle of wine?  I can always bring some soft cotton rope to make things more interesting ...  if you want to be a 'good girl' for me.