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There are many on here who criticize this site for being full of wannabes and timewasters. But compared to some of the other sites out there, this is a model of probity. |
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A very old friend of mine has died very suddenly. Boom! Just like that. Still a young man, he had so many plans and ideas for the future. One day you are here and the next you are gone. Nothing could ever bring me up more short than to realise life is so ephemeral and the things we worry about in our day-to-day lives really don't matter. I just wish we didn't need lessons like this to remind us. So spread the love, people. And so long Keith and thanks for sharing some of time with me. P |
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I take heart from the fact that survey evidence suggests that 47% of women fantasise about dominating someone sexually. That is a pretty good average. Full results of the survey here, in the table at the end. Enjoy!
http://uk.businessinsider.com/which-sexual-fantasies-are-normal-2014-10?r=US
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There was a piece in The Times (of London, for those of you outside the UK) in which a worried parent wrote to the Monday child psychology column asking for help in dealing with her son who has admitted to a fetish for smelling feet and for being crushed tightly. Obviously, I don't want to add to the poor mother's distress but I thought to myself "what's the problem here?" A large number of the subs on this site would admit to similar fetishes if pressed. Ironically, the psychologist's advice was to seek professional help. But I did think a Domme - paid or otherwise - would be more useful. |
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Despite what some people might think, or indeed hope, the relationship between a sub and a Domme is not simply about pain and shouting. It is a much more subtle voyage of discovery involving lots of mutual respect. Nobody can make a sub submit. They do so because they want to; need to. But once that threshold is crossed, you are in someone else's hands, going places you may not have the nerve to go without Her gentle leadership. The path chosen for you may not be one you would choose for yourself. But that does not matter. You have chosen to follow Her path - no-one forced you. That is why this is all so deeply fascinating. Which path will you follow and how far will we go? Just like real life, only more so. |
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It is all very well talking about the things that in an ideal world we would like to experience, but as normal sensible people, would we both not be better just chatting face-to-face in a normal environment about our day-to-day lives as adults? So if anyone fancies a drink, something to eat and meaningful conversation, please feel free to drop me a line. |
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Why does a grown man willingly accept being over Her knee? Isn't this a ridiculous thing to do? I'm there and She is spanking me, actually inflicting pain. I tell myself, never again! But I know I am lying to myself. I'll be back because I want to be, because I need to be. And besides, when She tells me to assume my rightful place I know what has to be done. |
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Domme maths: I live in a city with a population of roughly 8 million. If we assume that 70% of the female population is actively interested in men (8 million x 0.55 x 0.7 = 3.08 million) and that 0.5% of them are capable of being a Domme, this implies there are 15,400 Dommes in the London area. Do our eyes meet on the train each morning or do we pass each other by on the street? And do you know that I would quite happily just sit at your feet if you command, spending my days having my will bent to your desIres? Isn't this why life is so great: the chance that one day dreams can come true? Maybe my maths is so bad. But so long as the law of averages says that a roomful of chimps with a word processor can type the complete works of Shakespeare, I'll keep dreaming. |
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I have come to the conclusion that this is not a lifestyle which can, or should, be lived purely physically. The mental aspects are what make it so fascinating. True submission exists for a fleeting moment and we spend the rest of our lives chasing that perfect moment. The paradox is that the more I am denied that which I seek, the more I become a slave to my desires and the closer I am to learning about submission through denial. Maybe my quest is doomed from the start. But I cannot give up; submission is in my core and if I stop seeking I am no longer true to myself. Where would we be without hope? |
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Woman is like the sea of life upon which men sail. You take us to places to which we have never been before but You determine the pace and rhythm of the journey. You can wreck the fragile vessel which dares to set forth. You can suck us under and drown us as You see fit. It may be a dangerous voyage but we accept it because it is a life fulfilling experience. However strong we think we are, there is a force of nature which is stronger. Woman is that force. I am the lost navigator and I will be blown where life takes me.
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We may approach this from different angles but Your needs are my needs. As You dominate, so You liberate as part of me is set free, the less control I have. It's a paradox. Wish I could explain it better, but there it is
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