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Okay, so here's the deal, alright? I'm serious about having a 24/7 Master/slave Owner/property relationship with a cute woman. If you're not interested in being a piece of owned property, I'll hang out with you... but you have to get that I'm all about the preceding relationship.
When I say that I'm interested in being the dominant partner in the relationship, I mean it. I mean that you wouldn't get a vote. You have your opinions, you can express that opinion, I'll listen to it, we'll discuss it ... but you don't get to decide, I do.
When I tell you that I want you to do something for me, your obedience is expected.
I'm looking for someone over 30, and under 50 (or so) preferably. I'm looking for someone in decent shape and who is height and weight proportionate.
Your submission is no gift. It's your desire. I'm not interested in such gifts. You should need to be in a D/s relationship, because they aren't easy ones.
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I've been doing this for a long time. I have pretty much done it all, seen it all, or toured by it all. What you're into wont shock me, and I'm not shy about being who I am.
I'm a sadist. I'm not a top. Do you know the difference? I don't want your ass in subspace... I want you in pain and hating it. You not liking it is arousing. If you like it too much, I'm not happy. That's sadism. Sure, if you're due for a treat I might top you, but when it's for me? I want you hating it. The curious thing about that is that you can hate it from even a little sensation and it works for me. So you don't need to be some heavy masochist.
I'm a working professional with a good white collar career. If you're looking for some fantasy "Marquis Valmont" type who spends more time plucking his eyebrows and wears more makeup than you do... you're way off base with me.
I love women who are happy to be women. If you are a loving, giving woman who is slave wired and service oriented, who wants romance with her anal, and giggles with her sobs, look me up.
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So here I am, finally free of all those entanglements. I'd thought I'd feel free, like I was 20 again... able to love being a bachelor. Instead, I find that I am missing the warmth of a companion, the intimacy of a friend, the passion of a lover. I became very used to the comfortable familiarity of having a girl in my house.
It's been over two years. It's time to go enslave someone cute.
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From a nigerian 'slave':
"Hello sir, am i the type of slave you are looking for? I am looking for a master to own me 24/7 BDSM... i have full experience of Bdsm and I am willing to serve as property to my master..."
My reply:
"Awesome! Let me know if you're ever in the USA, we can meet for coffee."
His Reply:
"I am not yet in the us sir... but i have gotten a visa there... we could keep contact ..."
Now, I'm hoping that the nigerian scammer bites on this so I can have a little fun.
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No, turns out I don't have a cavity. How'd I find out? I thought I'd broken the tooth. I hadn't, but I had shattered the old filling.
You know you're getting older when your fillings have reached their life span.
:)
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To you know who... but not you.
I don't like you, you're
not my friend. You and your ilk, you fear the darkness. You make rules
to push the darkness back. You drive 55, or at least think I should.
You make your kids and friends wear bicycle helmets and motorcycle
helmets, and seat belts. You know what is best for me and mine, and
you're happy to dispense that advice.
I don't like you. You
fear the darkness, and you want to safety pad everything. You want kids
to be seen and not heard, unless they're your kids. You want others to
obey your rules for their own darned good.
No more playing
out in the street until darkness and your mom force you in. No more
camping out over night, just three friends and the night air, and being
grown up and staying. No more being told to man up and hit back. No
more being told to walk it off and stop crying.
You, and
your type, you weaken what it is to be an adult. Those of us that stand
on two feet and defy the night to do its worst, you fear and dislike
us. We're throwbacks to an older age, more raw and primal than you want
your world to be.
I have a message for you. Ready?
Fuck you. In the end, I will win. I will stand in the darkness, I will
shave with a straight razor, and I will be an adult. If I fuck up, I
take what I have coming, and I move on. You can lay down and moan. I
will step over you. That out there, the thing you fear, that's the
future coming, and it's coming like a freight train.
Go
ahead, make your safe calls, make your dire warnings. Live in that
fear. Me, I refuse. BDSM is scary, dark, and passionate... when it's
done right. How dare you try to kill that? Go on, take me out, I dare
you. You can find me over here, in the dark corner... waiting.
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I don't live in my mother's basement. I don't speak Klingon. I do not play World of Warcraft.
I have all my own teeth, though I think I may have a cavity. I no longer smoke, I quit nine years ago. I'm fit enough for 49, with a little bit of a tummy.
I can hold a conversation with you about anything from the disturbing trend of 'verbing' nouns, to why Caesar chose to return to Rome. I can listen to a woman talk about her life and not fall asleep or change the subject to sports. Heck, I may even ask you questions about you, your family, your life, your career, or your dreams that might even indicate some sort of interest in you outside the muscular capability of your pussy.
I have my own car, and it's paid for. I own my own business, and it's growing, not tottering on the edge of bankruptcy. My only major drama is managing the tail end of a divorce.
I am good to my kids, I don't abuse drugs, friends, dogs, or machine tools. I'm not bi-polar, schizophrenic, psychotic, depressed, or manic.
I can lay out a foundation, do concrete form work, sweat a solder joint, and run a deuce and a half. I can sit a horse, braid a whip, dance a waltz, and remember a birthday. I can bandaid a skinned knee, make a great steak, and write a novel. I was a boy scout, and I can do knots you won't get out of, or we'll build a rope bridge across an Amazonian river.
I am a member of my local BDSM community, and value many of the people I know there. I want to own a woman. A real, live, breathing, sexy, healthy, attractive, vital, and charming woman who can talk, walk, and chew gum.
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