Passionate top with a twisted sense of humor and a growing dominant side.
True passion begins in the mind -- or is it the mind fuck? There are so many things I might enjoy "subjecting" you to - if you ask me nicely. Chaining you to the rafters, bringing out toys, grabbing your hair and then ... the delicious anticipation as you wait ... for the first ... Blow? Caress? Oh, I have an endless imagination. Not everyone can handle it.
I'm here to meet friends and playmates to explore together. I believe in open relationships and am involved in several to varying degrees (Some have profiles here and on other sites). Everyone knows everyone else and we sometimes play together as couples.
I believe in saying what you like and asking for what you want, regardless of role - not that I'll give you exactly what you ask for, or when you ask for it. Sometimes you have to earn it. I don't focus specifically pain or pleasure. I enjoy "inflicting" sensations that make you wet and me hard. Yes, I believe that sex and BDSM do mix, and in fact I prefer it that way. Once we decide to play, I'll choose where we go, per our mutual understanding. I respect safewords.
Are you ready to explore?
- Houndmaster
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Why "Houndmaster"? Besides living in a former hunt club, the words and metaphors of the hunt seem appropriate to my involvement in the scene. In fox hunting, the Houndmaster is in charge of the hunt, and is responsible for the hounds showing the best possible sport in pursuit of their quarry (Manners do count). The "master" part of Houndmaster is a bit too black and white for my taste. I'm firm where it is called for, and enjoy being in control. Top/Dom, Sub/Bottom - the lines are often blurry, and the appropriate relationship usually emerges once two people meet. Once our relationship is defined, nothing is beyond discussing, and I will move without hesitation.
Some final thoughts ...
When you were younger, you couldn’t wait to get your clothes off, so you tore or pushed them aside. Shirt half removed, panties around your ankles, you came together, almost desperate in your teenaged passion, fearful of being caught. By the dim light of the dashboard, or a flickering candle, your passionate moans became louder as you forgot your surroundings. Then just as you were about to reach your blissful climax … “What are you doing there?!!!” The flashlight in the eyes, the bright lights switched on, the … rapidly deflating erection.
If you were lucky, you planned more carefully and got a second chance. More likely, you were deeply traumatized until years later you found the scene. You now participate in frequent "therapy sessions" to provide for the missing orgasmic fulfillment.
"Love is the answer — but while we’re waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions." - Woody Allen
