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In memory of Dillon the Wonderdog, who passed away peacefully on Sunday night, and now rests with his friends underneath the fir tree where he always sat, always happy, always affectionate, a beautiful friend who will be sorely missed. No baggage, youngish, honest and most parts still under guarantee., own superb dungeon (pics on profile ) scroll down or even read the whole profile and journal..6ft 2in Vital Statistics if interested 46, 34 34...25 years experience in the lifestyle ( the first 3 as a slave in those blundering, groping pre-net days before I realised I was a rubbish slave and could dom with a lot more imagination, consideration and safety than those domming me ) has brought me this far. I am an experienced Dom with a fabulously equipped playroom where I have been able to put my own and other's fantasies into delicious reality. In this time I have had 4 'live-in' submissives , each relationship having lasted between 2 and a half to five years, which is quite a good track record, before annoying reality bit us in the bum.
I have a decent job, and a lovely home and am self sufficient, practically and emotionally and like to share my life with someone, not because I need them, but because I want them...
If any sub/slave is coerced into doing anything she doesn't want to do then that is assault and abuse, take your time, bond, and curiosity and imagination will open the door to a wondererful world. Please no micro-management, I don't enjoy it, others might if they are a kinky auditor.
The facilities and toys merely help the process of the infiltration or your soul and can take you places where you haven't been. Only about 1.5-2% of people who aren't in it professionally have their own playroom......boys and their toys perhaps..but real reason is this is part of my life and something I am committed to...the real deal. Some say, well you don't need a playroom..well will use the analogy of a dishwasher..if you haven't got one and have never used one you don't appreciate how useful it is....same with a playroom....atmospheric, set up, avaliable....at a moments notice you can be stripped collared, cuffed and taken to whatever I have prepared.
I want an LTR, and have been successful as I am interested in gelling with the person as well as the submissive...so try that first yes? A live in situation...'tis the ideal way to go..as part of a full relationship, but reality can intervene Submission is a gift, but so is Dominance, I would not show that personal side of myself to you if I did not think we were compatible. Totally monogomous and loyal, paternalistic, protective, in a good sense, tolerant and considerate, but also extremely imaginative and can strip you of what society deems 'acceptable' and can have your brain dropping to between your legs for days on end...I want to explore your mind and soul long before I investigate the contents of your underwear.
Have you been taken away in a straitjacket at 2am, after being sectioned under the mental health act to spend 48 hours without sleep undergoing pain-free but intense treatment to cure you of your deviation?
Or abducted, zip-cuffed and crated.......and taken to what you think is an airport to be exported?
Have you been interrogated where your only temporary release from the scenario is the gradual surrender of information, as you are teased, disorientated, confused and used over a long period of time?
Perhaps you have been immobilized over a long period of time, reduced to a state of wanting by a simple caress, you sould stripped naked, any veneer of social respectability gradually peeled off, reducing you to a sensually driven animal, the desire to serve and please in you released........a place where you can be who you want to be?
Done all this for real and more....
I love all aspects of sensuality, control, and very imaginative play, I try to drag BDSM out of the 15th century, by use of more advanced techniques to captivate body and soul.
I am monogomous, and do not seek 'one-off' or a harem, but a life partner with whom I can settle and explore further.
I am attracted to the 'whole picture' so personality and attitude play as great or greater role than physical attributes, if someone only sees skin deep, then they are probably not suited to the lifestyle. Having said that, I am in remarkably good nick for my years...and have current MOT and tax, and enjoy the 'normal' things in life with a partner d/s should be a spontaneous expression of love and emotion between two people...not bogged down in the chasm of boring micro-management which becomes a chore......if I want a chore I can sort out the cat littler trays. I like the mix of a good solid relationship with intense sometimes prolonged sections of intense depravity......
To Summarise:
Bad Points
1) I smoke..although when things are really settled this will cease
2) I can have cheesy feet, but a wire brush and some oven cleaner every couple of weeks keeps on top of that
3) Although infinitely patient with people I can have zero tolerance with things, people are emotional and therefore irrational, and so allowances are made, things are dead and therefore should conform to logic, I did give my car a sound spanking with a tea towel when it didn't start...oddly enough it worked
Good Points
1) Fiercely loyal and monogomous
2) Honest and genuine
3) Experienced and imaginative
4) Very well equipped
5) Single no kids
6) I am teetotal, I don'y mind if you enjoy a tipple, but can' stand the taste of the stuff myself
7) Look at someone as a whole, not as a list of parts, however, things which are a major turn off are a) a excess of feeling of self-worth/arrogance, b) narrow mindedness, c) lack of honesty, and d) someone who is shallow
8) In pretty good physical nick... nothing continues wobbling when I stop jumping up and down
moi?.............chic happens |
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I received this from an ex I split up with in Jan 2013.....( two and a half years ago ) on fetlife, what an odd response.....was nice at Xmas time. I have put my comments on the end..
Iv just read your update on collarme and need to point some things out..
your cat trays were only clean when i came ino the house thats why the cats were pissing aroung the house for months because you are too lazy to keep the trays clean.
maine coons need proper maine coon food ...cost is £20. a bag,,not the cheap shit you feed them.
you putm them at risk by not having them wormed or injected as you can bring disease in on your feet...
you never groom them...if you did you woudnt have to shave them..
you kept dillon alive for your own selfish needs,,,you should have let him go then he wouldnt have been lying in his own piss like he was when i came to bail you out yet again because you couldnt cope...
i bet ali dosnt know half of the truth..
you shouldnt have dogs as you fail to clean up the dog shit...putting the dog at risk....i did it...
get things straight........
now dont go thinking you have a tumor if you get tummy pains...it will be the shock of hearing the truth...
carved your legs latley...lol
a) Cat trays done twice a week..they have peed on a mat twice. I did the cat trays.
b) I feed them Butchers or Felix sachets...they like that. She has 3 Maine Coons, and can obviously afford luxury items as she has been on DLA for the past 20 years, although quite capable of working.
c) At their last check up at the vet, they were both in excellent health for 14 year old cats.
d) I did not keep Dillon alive unfortunately. I did spend a great deal of money and effort on him giving him the best chance he could have because he was my dog. As for lying in "his own piss", she came down at my invitation to say goodbye to him, by that time he had to be carried into the garden, he had gone downhill very quickly. When he had to have his operation to remove his right front leg I looked after him alone. The ex was not there except for a couple of days. I did look after her two dogs for some time so my petcare skills can't be that bad.
e) "Ali does not know half the truth". Ali is a friend of mine who stayed here before moving in with her boyfriend while getting divorced....
f) I was commended by my vet on the care and attention I gave to Dillon, and the cats.
g) "now dont go thinking you have a tumor if you get tummy pains...it will be the shock of hearing the truth". Oddly enough, as a result of going to see my G.P. about constant earache, subsequent tests have resulted in me waiting for an exploratory operation at the cancer clinic at Harefield hospital, which I expect to have in the first couple of weeks in January....at the instigation of the medical profession, not mine.....hmmm someone has put their foot in their mouth.
h) "carved your legs latley...lol" This is in reference to the self-harm I did when I was not being listened to in six years before I had my spinal operation. The ex does suffer from depression so to poke fun at present/past sufferers from depression does not reflect badly on me.
g) Someone needs to employ Spellcheck.
I could respond in kind. I didn't expect to receive a message after all this time. I had moved on, so can't actually be bothered. It is the season of goodwill. Interestingly she has me blocked on F/L so I could not respond directly. It takes all sorts to make a world, but sometimes I feel evolution has interpreted that a little too broadly.
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what a 'plum' I am, I have not edited my profile since I split with a 'long term' sub in Jan 2013......and still had I was with someone...what a berk..still was quite disenchanted with the scene generally so didn't take a huge amount of interest..but am single..apart from 2 Maine Coons |
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Fingers crossed for 2015...been out of the loop for a couple of years......getting things straight...
Today's thought:
second chances......when I had my big back op. I had a huge row with a long - term friend. about a year ago she appeared on my doorstep and said "If you want to punch me in the face I would quite understand". She had just fled her hubbie who had threatened her with a knife. choices, 1, tell her to bog off, and she roams the streets, 2 invite her in.....I went for choice 2. She was here for some months while the divorce dragged on and now happily with her boyfriend in East Anglia, and I received an unexpected gratuity. Second chances do work.
while she was here she did contact an ex of mine..who was very vitriolic about me in an email., some 15 months after we had split. I don't really give a hoot about what someone says about me..I stand or fall on my own merits. What did gall me was the statement that I neglected my pets. I spent around £3,000 on my dog trying to extend his life having just found out I was being made redundant, and when things were pretty poo at the beginning of 2013, ate marzipan for 3 days as that was the only food in the house, but made sure the cats got their food. This coincided with a dental appointment..and while I was having a filling..the dentist returned with the phone number of the local food bank..she was trying to tell me something lol.
Anyway..second chances, always worth a shot, might feel a prawn if they don't work..but you don't know if you don't try. |
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Been a very hard 8 months, but will be back in gameful professional employ in the next couple of weeks...seems to be about cheap now, not about experience and skill. I celebrated last night with some proper shop fish and chips, got my cats Higgins and Ice a packet of Dreamies each, and got Dillon a large saveloy, lifted one of the tree stump blocks over his grave, and put it there with him, and sat with him, bit silly perhaps, but was very happy and not a little relieved, and didn't want my little tripod mate left out, as I know that wherever he is, with Sasha, Tiggy, Fez and Rozie he is looking out for the cats and I.
Hopefully it will be a good Xmas this year |
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7 months without my 3 legged friend........always remembered, always loved....you were always there little furry mate, come thick and thin |
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29/4/12 I am amazed at animal's ability to cope with a difficult situation. It is now nearly 5 weeks since D. the wonderdog had to have his right front leg removed because of bone cancer....and he is doing so well....getting back to his old self......am very pleased, was a very difficult choice, but so much better than the alternative, and he will still have a good quality of life...which is the important thing.
Saw this on some young sub's profile
"Enslavement againts my will with no escape is what i want. Not bdsm games or fun."
Wrote a pleasant warning that she will get the nutter element and she should ensure safeguards for herself....being decent..deleted unread..ho hum..done my bit if she ends up in sandwiches in Morocco is her lookout....
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A sub told me they had met a dom from Bristol, the nett result was he was guilty of false imprisonment and aggravated sexual assault. all I know he is 58, lives in a flat in Bristol near a Petsmart, and there are a few takeaways, he also was an executive who lost it all apparently ( have heard that one before ). BE WARNED NO MEANS NO. SUBS SHOULD NOT BLAME THEMSELVES IN ANY WAY FOR PLACING TRUST IN A 'DOM' WHO DIDN'T DESERVE IT AND NEEDS CASTRATING
My 10 year old spaniel has had to have his right front leg amputated because of bone cancer....had the op. last Thursday...he is adapting very well, althought there is the prospect of chemo......what a brave little dog......animals are very affectionate but he really wanted me with him......downside is being let down by people, you chat to people but ehir agenda revolves around 'scene' and they lose interst when you have a crisis, made worse because i managed to give myself shingles because of the worry of what might of happened and how I was going to pay for the treatment as he isn't insured ( too old )..However we will battle throught it..... |
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10 Tips for Submissives
1) The bond within D/S is a unique thing between two people. do not rely on the pontifications of others whose knowledge may be based on the problem page of an old copy of Mayfair they read when they were 16. They probably don't know your situation. Internet chatrooms are notorious breeding grounds for chinese whispers and give the opportunity for people for some leadership opportunities that down to their own failings, they have sadly missed out on in real time.
2) D/S is about an exchange of power...think about that one POWER that means an element of our community will enjoy sticking to others as they will be getting off on it.
3) A goodlyproportion of people on these sites have actually done very little, they are either starting out nervously, dreaming, or can't do it in reality for whatever reason. Old proverb "In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king". So take everything with a pinch of salt. If a Dom constantly sets you up for failure...they have self worth issues..it isn't an expression of they love....it is an ego trip.
4) If they have a bag of string and some left over end of line stuff from an Ann Summers party it isn't likely they are going to be serious. Being a dominant is about constantly looking for new things to express their love for their submissive, so some wet celery and a bucket of tepid custard ain't going to cut it. It's too late when you meet the George Clooney/De Caprio lookalike ( from the profile pics ) and they are Eric the drain man from Essex with bigger breasts than you have hanging over the back of their jeans
5) The wonderful phrase 24/7. This, as a rigid structure of rules a submissive/slave can follow all the time is supposedly a wonderful concept which is not achievable in real time unless both parties don't actually work. It would become a chore and the whole point of the 24/7 idea, is that it is in our 'mind's eye', to be taken advantage of at any time, as am expression of what two people feel for each other, spontaneously.
5 1/2) Leading on from the above, throughout history people have been attaching more supposed importance to things by arguing about the meaning of things, some call it philosophy, some have called it marriage, and others call it pointless. By attaching some abstract definition to words they then seek to make themselves more important by insisting others take the same view, thus by having introduced the definition to the world, they gain importance from the acceptance of the definition they would not have had hitherto. It could be argued religion is based on this premise. Within the lifestyle YOU create your own definitions in a unique relationship with your partner.
6) Be safe, so carry some sort of automatic weapon and a landmine..which you can secrete under the bog-seat when he isn't looking...think of others after you.
Be careful out there evening all
(Q closing credits and music ) |
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Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr some people...other people are super and fab of course
sweet dreams and fluffy stuff |
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Just made a full set of locking metal cuffs......she loves them...is cool to make things made exactly to fit, just finished my spanking/gyno bench and interrogation chair...am very pleased.....be well peeps |
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Saw my doc today with bad headaches, he said I could be developing a small amount of brain, I was relieved but worried about the new concept of cognitive thought |
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Big, long gap.....was operated on on 2nd September at top place in London, looks like I will be pain free after 6 years. Around May 2010 was finally offered prescription pain relief and so paid for my own MRI scan of my back, having had been asking for one for 5 years but been denied one as diagnosis was depression and pain didn't exist. Showed a bulging disc T5/6. Referred within 12 hours, admitted when I attended outpatients. Was a cyst on my spinal cord at T4 ( between shoulder blades ), so they took the back off T3 and T5 to get at it, pressent party trick is to let people run the flat of their hand down my spine, and they go ew when there is 6" of no knobbles...ho ho ho.. Very odd having an extreme level of pain removed. Excellent hospital, will have to see if remaining neurological symptoms are permanent. |
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Last weekend had a friend from CM come and stay, talenas, for a few days, following her recent break-up.......few days away to recharge her batteries....giving her a rest...no smutty stuff...her 'dom' ( note small d and use of inverted commas ) had been seeing her for seven months, collared her one weekend, and promptly released her for another person the weekend afterwards.....I now know what SM really stands for...'swinger master'.........talena is a genuine slave, and I think because of that some take advantage of her nature.....she enjoyed the break here, was polite about my cooking..enjoyed the company of my zoo....and liked the view from her room window....I also did her some new profile pics in the playroom...which she was most happy with.....and she tidied my house while I was at work..which was nice ..she was supposed to be a guest and watch tele and empty my fridge ...lol |
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R.I.P. Sasha
A lovely dog..I called her
'Lenny the Lion' or
'Big Mouse'
A long haired German
Shepherd...gentle and
sweet..who went to sleep
this evening....To quote a
good friend....our heaven and
doggie heaven have adjoining
doors....and to use a
beautiful phrase they told me
"You have a safe journey
Sasha, and wait for me at
the bridge" |
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DimDomDitty
His Supreme Highness, the Mighty Dom,
God knows where the justification comes from,
With a stick-on tasche, a pair of
tight leather chaps,
And a bundled roll of Andrex, in
his underpants perhaps,
Riding boots and a riding crop complete the attire.
To the Marquis de Sade he tries
to aspire,
He comes on strong talking of meeting your needs,The truth be
told it is off you he feeds,
Presenting an heart of steel and
a facade of brass,
His ego popped, he falls flat on
his arse,
He wants your passwords ,
and access to your e-mails,
Thriving on miniature and all
that entails,
To order you pointlessly with instruction didactic,
In 'vanilla' life this would be
abuse-domestic,
Destroying your confidence
with insults thinly veiled,
Concealed as helpful advice
he has hailed,
His pronouncements to you as tablets brought down from the Mount,
Too pointless to name, too
numerous to count,
Saying you need his guidance,
you are nothing without his connection,
Though you actually need him,
like a genital infection,
Nothing of togetherness, of love eternal,
Only jibes at your failure, and damnation eternal,
Incapable of the integrity, to
which he aspires,
Selfishly toying with your hopes
and desires,
With a few pervy e-mails, kinky
sex on the phone,
He gets his pleasure, then
leaves you alone,
You finally realise, that at this junction,
His behaviour is dictated, by
erectile dysfunction,
Controlling all contact, after
many months still,
With no love of affection, and commitment nil,
But the stark reality, of the
situation you see,
He is in fact thinking, about
ME, ME, ME! |
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The Submissive
You feel at peace, yet rigid with pent up energy,
You finally have your freedom, but gladly accept
immobilising restraint,
You crave love and tenderness, but remember my
clinical detachment with affection,
You dread the apprehension of my touch, but feel naked
without it,
You stand straight and pround, then crawl to my
feet,
You cherish your independence, yet your eyes close in
sulty bliss as I lock my collar around your neck,
You are proud of your opinions, but savour the golden
hooks of my love through your heart, brain and clitoris,
You are my delicious parodox, who fills me with love and pride, lust and desire,
No simple play, but a deep understanding, I cherish you, but want to use you, you have your own mind, but have
chosen to give it to me...........two contrasting colours
that compliment each other, two souls intertwined and locked making a greater whole
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She waits by the phone, savouring the last few
moments of peace.
Her thoughts in turmoil, but staring blankly into the mirror,
Like a fast flowing stream under a blanket of ice........
He approaches his phone, a cat stalking a mouse....pausing, thinking, considering.......
Dialing her number with deliberate pace,
considering response and counter response.
Each ring causes her heart to skip a beat, stop time.....
four rings, as specified, she picks up the reciever,
A tiny splinter of time too late, the line merely purrs, taunting her............
He may ring back...he may ring back...
Each glue encrusted second slips agonisingly
slowly into the next,
She wants to ring, she wants the closeness of
exchanged words, the reassurance before she
leaves and is permitted to go to him..to become one...
He has a watery grin..............the cat still stalks........measured, clinical..............hiding the deep wanting that salivates through his soul. He rings again....
Exactly on four she picks up.....greets him.....eyes closed..imagining his lips moving as her instructions
are stamped out to her in clipped english......
a metronome that with each swing of its needle
counts her down to full submission..
She feels that submission flowing through her,,,,,down
her neck and back..swirling round her loins......cooling
her legs and forming an ever deepening pool that
engulfs her...shie is his completely once more....
He relishes her aquiescence..........he baths in her
unconditional wanton desire
Finishing...he replaces the reciever..........his delicious
prey comes willingly to an unknown fate....
He will express his love for her in a way unique
and personal to them both..........she will respond in
kind..they will once more be totally one.. |
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Thought I would put down a couple of involved scenarios I have done in the past, as there appears to be a distinct lack of imagination on this site....
Scenario 1; Some years ago while I was amassing the tools of the trade, I had a sub who expressed a wish to be treated as a dangerous mental patient...ok I said..you have a weeks holiday coming up......I will give you a window of three days where I will come and get you and we will see what transpires...
I woke her up at 3am , she was cuffed, plugged and gagged ( for her own protection )..I then 'sectioned' her and placed her into a transit minibus...borrowed off a friend....from which all the seats except one had been removed and a cage installed around the one remaining seat....she was then strapped into this in a straitjacket and a 'Lecter' mask applied.....she did get some odd looks driving up here...what followed were three days of complete control where she was deprived of sleep...no pain..as that would not be accurate, but intense, sensual, and prolnged 'therapy'.....I had two alarm clocks.....one signified anal masturbation, one vaginal..but the end of that therapy session she was orgasming when the alarms went off without any outside stimulus......the expression on her face..the glazed eyes and the Cheshire cat grin was a joy to behold.....Scenario 2; I took a sub out to dinner.....and 20 mins or so before the end....gave her one of my anti-depressants I used to have...these knock you pie-eyed in about 20 mins.....she was quite drowsy when we walked out to the car.......by this time she was cuffed...I opened the boot....showed her a selection of lager and cider..and pointed out she would be staked out in the park with a pillow case over her head for the tramps...and I would be videoing it.....she was asleep on the way home..she woke up naked and staked out..unable to see..she was groped and abused..and finally mounted..at the exact moment she began to panic I removed the pillow case...it was me and we were in our back garden....Scenario 3 A sub of a friend said she wondered what it would be like to be sold.....hmm I thought..give me some time on that one. She was brought here in bondage.....and inside a transit van was a crate....there was also a Ferarri in my drive...it was pointed out she had been genunely sold and that was the payment....while she was being secured in the crate her dom mounted her one last time...and pointed out she was leased, and would probably be sucking off camels fo the next 6 months...but would come to no harm....she was hooded...headphones playing white noise to deaden sound..and completely secured..she felt the crate being taken to the airport..loaded and taking off.......she began to think..is this real......sensing this we removed the hood......this took 6 weeks to prepare....recording the correct aircraft noises...and placing the crate on rollers on a corect base to give the sensation of taking off...the Ferarri was a crap one hired for the day.......six weeks of preperation for one day.but was worth it.....in BDSM you work on a thin crust.....above that genuine fear..below that boredom.....as the scenarios intensify that crust becomes thinner and thinner......and requires an intimate knowledge of your sub, mentally and physically, their triggers aspirations and fears....and a deep commitment to each other.....based on respect, trust..and at the risk of being accused of being chintzy...love.....but what rewards you reap.... |
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A DIY entry today......I have 12 year old german Shepherd who is quite poorly, her left hip and knee are on their way out, and she has been leaving me little 'presents'...and my 7 year old Spaniel got an eye infection....the latter was easy to sort, but the poor old girl wasn't very good at all. I got some Glucosamine frm the health food shop and it proved to make her much more comfortable..also changing to a higher propertion of wet food cured the 'presents'..odd but as they get old their systems can't cope with too much dry food.
DIY trick 2...my car failed it's MOT...broken spring on rear suspension...you obviously have to change both..unless you want a caar with a limp..I know it is a BMW convertible...but that doesn't mean the cash register at the garage goes KERCHING......anyways...bought springs for 110 and did it myself..many people saying..hmmmm you have to use spring compressors....and watch they don't take your head off....errrrrmm what a load of cobblers.....you lever the arm down with the rod off a trolley jack and whack it with a mallet.....ping down the garden..boing boing..15 mins a side..garage wanted another 240 quid for that....but in a very technical and health and safety concious way....my arse...
DIY tip 3 They are building a little house on the little private road I live up..is like living on a wood....anyways...they cut off some branches and dumped the wood...hmm I thought....can use that...so chopped it up into foot high stumps and reworked my barbie/patio decor..also used some really big bits with dead mistelto on ( large thick misteltoe ) which had wound its way round the big branches which had come off...looks fabulous..using it as a border...next step is to use large branches to make a 'rustic' style sort of 'ranch fence' be in keeping with where it is...oh yes..and making lots of diabolical kinky stuff as on profile photos..... |
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Watching a programme on the four cornered god......."The Brits who fought for Spain" about the Spanish Civil War...couple of interesting facts.....Ford gave Franco 12,000 trucks and Texaco supplied all his petrol....all free....so next time you fill up at a garage..or rush to buy your new car...or even an old one....you could be supporting an organisation which was happy to contribiute in no small measure to the suppression of democracy in Spain for over 30 years.....interesting that... |
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Ahhhh....the delights of the interweb.....the ability at the touch of a key to communicate vast quantities of information and complex ideas almost instantaneously with a complete twat anywhere in the world.....sharing personal thoughts and emotions...probably with his/he partner and all their friends at work.........to converse in intimate and sweet terms with a acned brikkie from Basildon who has uploaded a pic of the Mrs. before she dropped 4 kids....or perhaps the lonely ex-spouse in their little abode...reaching out across the airwaves to instill a little misery and false hope in someone's life, thus giving them some trancient purpose.....Will leave profile up here for couple of weeks.....don't need to be on here, things to sort out.......generally of the opinion this site is about 5% real people about 95% wastes of time and effort....lucky I have spoken to some of the good ones...and will continue to do so.... the rest appear to be people interested in a little online fun with no intention of carrying it any further....just want a quick fix....then disappear, move on, reappear with a different profile ( moan winge ) Some I believe want to exchange submission for a better quality of life or security, and I have seen profiles which blatently state that..that is not submission, that is moral prostitution ( deep statement ) Also I think market forces are such that the whole sub female/male dom dynamic is turned upside down...some incredibly cocky people on here for the wrong reasons....own opinion is fine and cool....ego the size of a blimp..( balances agressive hypothesis with humour ) with as little real substance is not..easy enough to spot...me me me me.......nothing as to what they can offer a partner.....I do have high standards of a potential partner..as a person and as a sub ( in that order )...I want to know you have time for people..are open minded..don't mind coming for a walk with the dogs in the rain, prepared to eat my cooking...make me smile....all comes before naughtiness.... submission is not an end in itself....but an integral part of a full relationship..( profound statement ) people see the pics of the playroom and their eyes are bigger than their belly....cynical..moi..you'd better believe it...... a warm welcome to people here for the right reasons, with a genuine interest, wih honesty and integrity, and to the chaff......get a life....if you have to come onto sites like these in a desperate attempt to get a partner as you have plainly failed in the r/t world....go and get your cheap thrills elsewhere ( public information bulletin ) |
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If you get a BJ from a veggie..is that Quorn on the cock?.....Have been a busy bunny, as I had to flog my spanking bench I made in 1992 to pay people off, I thought I should make another one......and have just finished it......I have put the pics of it up on here....will have to wait for CM to approve them. I have been a green dom, which does not mean the gout has finally taken a grip, but as I have just been given a very nice 3 piece suite..cloth though..not so good with pethair, I have been able to dismantle the old 3 piece, recover the wood foam and leather, and make a new one, not as ornate but does a lot more....i made a full set of 'slave-cuffs' metal, rubber lined, which lock, for neck, upper arms, wrists, behind the knee and ankles, they can be linked together with metal rods or chains ( is a pic of them too )....they can also be attached to the new bench, which has a normal spanking mode ( 2 options, metal cuffs or a wooden yoke for neck and wrists ) and also a 'gyno' facility, which entails moving the cuffs and bolting on some leg supports for that classic feet and arse in the air look.....with the gyno option the part of the bench which you lie on tilts so it is flat, as opposed to angled if you were lying over it in spank mode......I will be making some other bits, which can go on it, such as a head-box will all the goodies and support for anal/vaginal probes...possibly motorised...hmmmmm.....have also fully upholstered my fold down restraint bench, so is now soooo much more comfy....I am all heart.....have also done my spring chuck out of old crap...and repaired my huge sleigh bed which is in one of the spare rooms......so have been seriously active....hopefully the pics will be up and you can observe my humble efforts.... |
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Funny couple of weeks.......I occasionally talk to a sub on here...she had got herself into something...gone with a dom in Thamesmead..who turned out to be a Jehovah's witness and kept her locked in a room for a week..with no food..I was the only person who could help....I said I would drop her off back in darkest Wilts. the next evening......lo and behold, she was here half an hour, had some home cooked fish and chips.. and a text arrived saying her son was in hospital.....odd....so had to run her back there...when we arrived wasn't even invited in for a coffee or a much needed wee...if I hadn't been avaliable she would really have been in the poo....haven't heard anything since....will be very wary about rushing to someone's aid in future... I don't like being used.....an email saying thanks would have been nice....but hay ho |
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Oh to fall in love, to settle, for good, to run through puddles hand in hand...write stupid stuff on condensation on cafe windows........to surmount difficulties together...as a team....to know that with a gint of an eye and a smile the relationship becomes something darker, deeper, richer.........fat chance with the dreamers on here...ho hum.....I live in hope |
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THE REAL DEAL what does this really mean.....in my case it means single, no kids, brilliant dungeon, own lovely house, 20 years of lifestyle commitment, professional, loving, tender, imaginative, monogomous seeking a lifetime connection.
I look on here and see what people seek and see THE REAL DEAL about the lifestyle.
The bald fact is the the ladies dictate the action as they are outnumbered by the men some 50 to 1. This means some can be very very selective about any prospective partner and work on the priciple they can obtain a much better standard of partner here than they could in nilla life. This means that some are very arrogant, critical and have a degree of self-awareness only equalled by Idi Amin after smoking some really good shit. It is the law of supply and demand. Another point is that the majority of people I have spoken to in the lifestyle, of whatever persuasion or gender, have actually done very little, with little imagination, and with no finesse. I have no problem with people who lack experience as long as they are honest about it.....my gripe is the so called experts who have read a few blogs and start preaching.....the lifestyle is about the manipulation and enrichment of emotions, but some parasitise the emotions and hopes of others for very selfish ends....and then claim to be 'lifestlye'..I practice my art so it is sexual poetry....I take pride in it, unlike the majority who I would dismiss as fiddlers......I delight in writing to those who seek extreme degredation as no rights slaves etc. blah blah.....because these half-wits haven't got a clue what that might actually involve.........when you do the intro letter and state what that may actually mean..they cry off...eyes bigger than the stomach.....so that is all j/s. A very good indicator of a sub who is on this site for the wrong reasons is the huge shopping list of what they want ( me me me GOY syndrome ) with fixed parameters...errrrmmm please get your heads out of your arses....limits are fine and excellent......but if you think you are all that then please re-read what you have said...this isn't Tescos.....it isn't a shopping list, it's a very fluid relationship between two people, and don't bull..because when it comes to the crunch you will wet your knickers and disappear...had one today.....afraid of commiting yourself..if you fall into that category then buy a mucky book and play with yourself in the bath. There are some among us who like the idea of dalling in love and settling with one person only....hopefully for ever...don't spil it for us playing silly internet games. Likewise I take care of myself, and am not a bad looking lad.....if I went into a club I would want my sub to be proud of me on her arm, and I want to be proud of her....I do not want to be embarrassed by what looks like a badly inflated liferaft. I do have high standards...and will not put up with second best...so tthose who are visually challenged, make Jabba the Hut look like Twiggy ( and not willing to do anything about it ), arrogant, stupid or judgemental people I am not interested in you, sorry..it's a standards thing...I have them...you obviously don't,which cuts out about 90% of people on here.....oh dear I am limiting my market share...whoops what a shame.... ooo and a lot is spelt a lot not alot it's two words for christ sake |
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I had somone ask me the old cherry about why do you have a dungeon, surely you don't need one to dom..you should be able to do that with your mind..blah blah.....ok people..let's go to BDSM 101.......firstly the connection and compatibility between two people on the scene is central and vital, without that you have nothing. The dom nurtures a seed in the submissive, they d not plant it..... and moulds its growth. All this is happening on a mental level. The submissive sees in the dom a rationalisation and realisation of their hopes and dreams. Ideally these then flow parallel and they live a heavenly existence ever after...
So what point is there in a playroom...well....the atmosphere and techniques in a decent payroom hieghten the physical and mental sensations immeasurably, which supports and enhances what is going on in the previous statement......I have used the dishwasher analogy in the past, if you haven't had one, you don't see the point, if you get one..it is a godsend........same goes for a playroom, spontaneous, atmospheric, threatening to a degree....but a collection of goodies to supplement and enhance a beautiful thing between two people......class dismissed |
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Has anybody taken the trouble to watch a sunrise...is quite beautiful |
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Back to work, is yummy........picked up a nice contract, however, first day top radiator hose went on car..whoopee do....does anybody have one, including a main dealer...of course not..one said..too old don't stock them, it's a 1997 BMW convertible for God's sake...not Lawrence of Arabia's Brough Superior..not even the main dealer....stuff them ordered it...and made up one out of some radiator hose I got off a dead Range Rover in a scrappy.....see if it works tomorrow.....sold my Double Pillory on flea-bay...got 150 quid for it..not bad..constructed with my own fair hands....bit big for what I need......will contruct one to fit a subbie, perhaps with a soundproofed headbox and a couple of impalement dildos......and some hooks round the outside to hang flower baskets off when she is outside in the summer...hmmmmmm |
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Seen on ebay, sedan chair, £350 pick-up only...tickled me |
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all tickety boo....returning to work this week....odd as have found a paradox, there is a govt. site that says if you come off incapacity benefit and go into work...you get 40 quid a week tax free to help you over the transition period into work....hmm I thought that's worth while. so that's what I did......however there is a catch, you need to be in reciept of incapacity benefit when you get the job, but funnily enough employers want you signed off the sick so you are fit for work, and if you are signed off you do not get incapacity benefit so are inelligible for the payment.....so the whole thing is a scam, the only way you could get it would be to lie to your new employer and tell a big fib on the medical declaration...which I am not prepared to do... Likewise there is a thing called Jobgrant, which is £100 lump sum if you have been on benefits for 26 weeks or more, and go back into work. However there are strings attached to that,,so it is unlikely you will get it. Oh and one further little bit of advice, if you are thinking of remortgaging for the purpose of home improvement or debt reconcilliation....don't, if you fall ill once your insurance has run out then the DHSS won't pay your mortgage interest as it wasn't for the purchase of the house...so you have to pay it out of whatever else is coming in...this is applicable to all mortgages taken out after 1995. Here endeth the public service announcement. |
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Interesting day, getting bad fang sorted tomorrow...getting smashed out of my brain on the NHS for it.....so will be away with the fairies tmorrow afternoon. Back to work next week.....things have really turned a corner. Am a very happy bunny
I have a friend on here who gets very upset about the emails they get.....well if any of you do get unpleasant emails then just delete them. If you are talking to people and they are dismissive, judgemental and obviously up their own bum then ditch them. There are some truly wonderful people on this site, as well as some real tat, unfortunately the lifestyle is very image led so this does lead people to think they are better than they actually are. My personal preference is to go with my gut instinct, if someone is not prepared to open to you, actually spend a little time and effort with you, whether they be sub or dom, then drop them, as that just shows they are shallow...good manners and consideration of the feelings of others cost nothing. I have continued to speak to people when my first impression was far from good......and without fail that initial impression has been borne out to be true.
There is someone for everybody out there, but is even more luck involved than vanilla relationships. |
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Was Mr. Stresshead today........unpaid counci; tax...Oh dear....had a baliff's notice today for unpaid council tax...I had written to the council, they ignored it...soooo I was very ill before but we had come to an arrangement, so 1000 owing on council tax, 1100 on gas, 450 electricity 450 on my mobile she ran up 900 on the phone........all this have been dumped with......good innit...just as things were picking up god knows what will happen. They will take loads as it is sold at public auction . now sorted...god I've got some brilliant friends who can act on my behalf....steak dinner for them methinks...a fountain of knowledge which I didn't have |
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Despite difficulties and money mess I was left with I managed to scratch the dosh together for some road tax...lo and behold, battery flat on the Bee-Em.....so when I put it on charge the alarm went off..and would not shut up.....so as a desperate last resort, read the manual and tried to reinstall the system..no go..at this point I must admit to going all John Cleese and giving the thing a damn good thrashing..well spanking..have to take care of the bodywork...every time you opened the doors if went off..and was not going to sit in it for 15 mins while it calmed down...tried getting the hood down but the alarm locked that up too..grrrrrr finally ripped the dash off followed the wiring through and disconnected the bloody thing....so can still lock it and drive it...strict but fair me....I hate using the tumble dryer as it slurps electricity.....but had to go out in a rush so killed two birds with one stone...by sitting on a high stool I was able to tumble dry clothes, fill in some forms and use the exhaust from the dryer as a hairdryer....clever or what..... |
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Some minor storms offer a tiny amount of respite from the oppressive heat, several times yesterday I had to construct a firebreak to keep the locusts away from my gooseberries.....I took the hounds out in the warm night rain.....took my top off...the rain flowing over my rather old but still svelte body.....rivulets of water flowing in little trickles down my back and between my cheeks...I was even eating a Flake.....then I trod in some dog poo and it destroyed the moment. |
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Off to the Motor Show today..free invite...result.....now...a deposit on a New Aston Martin..and the rest on tick....or buy a second hand restored pink bubble car cash..hmmmm decisions decisions.. was brilliant...also if you go to St. Pancreas..go upstairs to the AMT shop and have an 'Original Frofee' coffee milkshake......best I have ever tasted..absolutely glorious....like Helen Mirren licking warm cream off your spine ( when she was a bit younger...sort of 'Casterway'..with Olli.. ) |
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House is now super duper and nice..is mine again....lord of all 94% of it ( building society own the rest ), so can run around the garden doing aeroplane impresions if I wish.....although that might result in alternative accomodation, have saved ex's hound from pound, which is where she was going to send it out of spite..and have inherited a hamster...which I am fattening up for xmax....one problem...looked at it's bum and I don't have a spoon small enough to get the stuffing in...ideas? thought about a straw?.MAJOR WARNING she came and picked up her stuff today Sunday 13/07/08, demanded a scene dress just to cause trouble..the police were in attendance..I had to show them the playroom......she threatened me with making trouble, had abusive texts from family...not a good bet...and will be living in Linconshire...she does have a profile on CM but is really interested in a financial backer..I kid not..she is unable to afford the rented accommodation she has had to take..it went as badly as it did Friday when I was threatened by her kids ( also the cat was threatened...bit sad that ) and had to call the police . Also she has an 11 year old German Shepherd who I am looking after, who is very happy..out of spite she was going to call the dog warden and have her taken away...who is going to want to re-home an 11 year old dog...is sickening I must admit to peeing in their blackcurrant cordial in the last week...not very adult but was better than strangling them. She did appear today ( Wednesday ) saying I had stolen some of her clothes...well derrrr..she packed them in MY cases....took them lost them and blamed me.....want her clothes..ha.....I prefer something off the shoulder personally that shows a bit of leg.....flighty so I am
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Bit of a serious one here.....brought things to a finish, after her sons ran my phone bill up to 900 quid and with everything else...wound up calling the police after threats to me, my cars, the house and anaimals so they are picking up the rest of their rubbish today 13/07/08 with the police in attendance.....unfortunately when one of her son's stabs the other one in my house, and they are constantly fighting, resulting in three damaged doors and a hole in the wall you get a bit fed up...especially when nothing happens.and they are not disciplined,,,and your authority in your own home is undermined. I bent over backwards to make them welcome in my home and they have taken the mickey, I liked the idea of a family environment and being settled with my soulmate so am not angry...but disappointed.....so much effort....sold both bikes to keep this 'family' afloat...and built up some debt...and you wonder for what? ( it's good to vent )if my friends write back to me I may be offline for a bit...her son's ran the phone bill up to £900 so may be offline .....but will have my house back
This may be of use to you, some funny, some sad, some beneficial....
I started getting syptoms in Easter 2004, and had started seeing my GP...referred to hospital. Consultant pre-judged the issue and thought it was in my head...had various tests, nothing conclusive..but was a heart problem and not guts ( I thought it was a hiatus hernia )....sent in complaint when I went to my GP and saw locom..he didnt examine me and said conultant said it was in my head. I wrote a complaint about the consultant, he said when he saw us..."Mr X you seem disappointed you don't have cancer..." he was fully aware my father died very unpleasantly of it and I had nursed him. Another complaint, the hospital didnt do anything, and he refused to apologise. I gave up at that point, the pain discomfort, and memory loss had made me resort to self-harm to maintain some functionality.....When the holiday started and I had discharged my responsibilities at work I took an OD the next day. My partner took me to the hospital....I met a work colleague in there..being typically British i said that it was a tummy thing. Before I went through I noticed a man in a wheelchair in handcuffs....obviously had some problems..he was in the next cubicle to me...and as I was being interviewed the odd arm and leg was coming through the curtains.....as they sedated him and strapped his legs.. ( the plod was there as well )..the Doc said to me...Mr. X was this OD deliberate.....seeing the commotion from 'next door' and realising that might be me I said "Noooooooo". Saw the mental health nurse at the gP's surgery and saw what I had done....crisis team show up and am in as voluntary patient that evening.....saw somebody done up like hannibal lecter in the back of an ambulance..they were being transfered to 'somewhere safe' very unusual in NHS...loads of paperwork to do before they do that.....and three weeks of 4 channels on the tele and overcooked veg....came out..rested for a bit....physical symptoms not good..obviously...disappointed so things didnt go well..I started to over-medicate myself..on one occasion my partner couldn't get through so called the emergency services..lo and behold...2 very attractive lady paramedics turn up...I let them in...then 2 very pretty lady police officers arrive...I jump to the obvious conclusion my parter had bought some stripograms to cheer me up....and ask who is first...this was dispelled very quickly.....and it was real...they wanted me to go to hospital and I said no...and a friend's mum came and looked after me...I had thought the police could take you to a place of safety of you were in a public place ( section 135 ) but they had to get a load of people in if you were in your own house......that isn't true...if someone is in danger they can make you go...bit worrying...When in hospital I got chatting to someone..and asked them how he got there..as you do..he said I drove to Romford...although I don't know anybody in Romford....and made myself a cup of tea in the house..a lady came down the stairs and started screaming..it was her house and I had no clothes on...so the police arrived...they handcuffed me...and took me to hospital....I didnt want to stay so they injected me in the bottom and I dont remember anything for three days.....ahhh I said....that was probably it...I went back to work......still things got worse...On one occasion my partner asked me when I was ging back to work......I said I didnt know as the physical symptoms were worse, any more that 5-10 mins major activity was really bad..constant chest pain so by the end of the evening I was pretty much crippled, being blamed on somatic pain and the depression ( in actual fact was an undiagnosed heart problem ) so fed cycle of deprsssion, so she lost it, said you useless c**t get off your backside and get a job , and hit me in the face....somewhat of a direct therapy really...am a gentleman so refrained from swatting her back.....I spent most of the time curled up on the sofa...lot of pain angina attacks dizziness fainting..and my attempts to cope with it didnt help...various white and stripey taxi visits to hosp. crisis team involved again....suggestions I go to hosp...no thanks..its a waste of money and didnt help...more visitors..ooo thats nice....then they started saying we can make you go..didnt take that seriously...and errmmm they did...was fine until ambulance turned up..then locked myself in the ensuite...not very original.....some conversations were exchanged...and a friend who had turned up levered the door open..and I was informed if I didnt go they would have to get the boys and girls in blue up there...and please could I let go of the sink ( I am being flippant...it actually wasn't too much fun )..so that was it..section 2..was very Pythonesque.....I hadn't eaten for some time.....and after a few days..they remembered I hadn't given a pee sample ( you have to..they check for drug abuse anyway with everybody ) and when they saw the colour I was spoken to and it was pointed out if I didn't eat then I would be transferred to the hospital...tube up the nose job and suggested ECT.....no ta....I am usually 33/34 waist but a pair of 26 waist shorts were falling off of me....and I had to lean against the wall to get down the corridor...I was on 24 hour watch...so the door had to be ajar when you went to the loo...when you don't eat you still poo..but it is like passing a cement model of st Pauls cathedral.....more of a thud than a splosh....and I ran out of ways to say excuse me as I went about my ablutions......one care assistant told me to stay still while he went to the loo..so I wandered off into the garden and lay down in the bushes to get some privacy..he couldnt find me and the alarms went off..I wandered back in and was grabbed and told off...wasn't my fault. I came out...In November I had an angioplasty at Harefield...there are three arteries which feed the heart...one was ok one was 50% blocked and one 70% blocked..finally someone listened...two years of agony....apparently I was a few weeks away from the big one...am surprised I am still here...but it was my responsibilities towards my 'family' and my pets which kept me going.....lucky really. I take those responsibilities towards my partner and any dependants very seriously....just as well I do....
I have made a complaint to the hospital..and have been blanked..this is policy they will just ignore you....Have written to Healthcare Commission, and if you don't get any change from them go to the Medical Ombudsman..( who can order compensation )..but the hospital will ignore you initially in the hope you will give up and go away......worth remembering
now the not so serious bit..money short...I don't want to go back on the game....going back to selling my bum to foreign tourists outside the Dorchester again....I got prosecuted last time..not for soliciting..but under the Trades Descriptions Act for wearing a set of oversize rubber genitals.....ok I made that up..be well people..but be honest...loyal...and don't poo on people who put themselves out for you |
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Foreplay in Yorkshire;
"Where's my fooking dinner!"
Wife's response
"Don't push so hard, I'm spilling my chips"
Been purusing profiles and some points come across;
1) All most people have done is a bit of bondage and a bit of 'smacky botty' that's fine, but don't start saying you're something which after a couple of questions you plainly aren't.
2) The scene is very image led and most of it is b/s
3) There is no such thing as the perect dom as there isn't the perfect sub/slave...it relies on the chemisty between two people, there is no menu or check list.
4) Anybody who is into Gor is a kinky 'treckie'..Gor is just Narnia with tits....the first 2 books by Burrows were ok..the rest were plagurised rubbish...why demonstrate such a complete lack of imagination that you have to pinch the ideas of a not very good author about somewhere which didn't exist.
5) Beware the subbie who is purely looking for security for herself and her offspring and is willing to trade their submission for it.
6) Men outnumber women on the scene by about 50 to 1 so the result of market forces to go the the heads of a few..which is self evident when you read some profiles.....in the words of Kylie "You should be so lucky" instant turn off..the attractive profiles are those which are honest and you see some of the person in it..see the person...not just the subbie.
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Lot of people complain about fakes on here....it's true.....are a lot.....people ask me if I am real...derrrrr yes...that is me in the pics and that is my dungeon...and anything I have suggested in my profile I have actually done....am a very innovative perv......and do want to get to know the person first....and build up a rapport before launching into depravity......so lots of nice meals and trips to the supermarket and cooking together before you lock a chain body harness on them under their clothes and walk them through the local Arndale in handcuffs under their coat making suggestive comments in their ear....also if you do that too quickly how are they supposed to carry their part of the shopping? |
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Just seen Saw 4...not my cup of tea but better that the others..they would catch the culprit much sooner if they went to an audio-visual wholesaler and found out who bough 120 of those crappy dictaphones.....ho hum whats 40 foot long and smells of wee...a line dance at an old people's home..have fun peeps and peepettes |
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Hate throwing anything away...so making a f***ing machine out of an desk fan..the gubbins therein is deal for it....just got to get the gearing for the speed right, 'throw' is brill...if too fast might have to replace fan so recipient gets air-cooled watsit....or even wind-powered..very green.... |
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Met a very odd person today...a vacuum repair man....kept referring to them as she..really wierd, ships, boats, aeroplanes, even cars I can understand having a female name..but a vacuum....what happens when he repairs one...does he dress up as the queen mum, and break a bottle of champers over it as it slides down a tilted table onto the carpet..exclaiming ( I name this hoover HMV Dyson, good luck to her and all who vacuum with her"...really really odd, and no I don't think he has a girlfriend... |
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As a hint to doms and subbies......if you are looking long term..then they should get to really know you before any play occurs...I think it is vital to do that so there is a sound basis for a good relationship....maybe old-fashioned but it works for me...my first meeting with an old subbie was a drink then me going back with her to paint her flat..and it was good for several years, either that or she had been sniffing the terps too much..be safe people |
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A rare glimmer of genius today...was in a chatroom..and to prove a point a person decided to back up their bullying attitude towards some innocent by using a quote.......got I hate that..so piped up "you are basking in reflected mediocrity"..thought that was quite good as in the eyes of many I am old and senile..Ok, sometimes I forget where I live..but the upside of that is you get to meet lots of new people, and sometimes get tea and biscuits,,,other time they just throw things at you...be good |
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I got bunged out of the Gor ( bore ) room on alt tonight.....I have read most of them before anybody says anything so if I say they were fluffy plop on a stick with sprinkles I do have some basis for the criticism. I was listening to all the banter and it reminded me of a comic strip in :ook and learn in the 60s, 'The Rise and Fall of the Trigan Empire'....and then joined in...all I said was "The stricken atmosphere craft plunged headlong into the Plane of Vord" and "Our weapons are useless, it is made from pure spon"...and they booted me out...touchy touchy |
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Another little episode from when I was visiting planet stupid......I gave myself food poisoning by not reading the sell by date on a packet of ham...and didnt eat for three weeks and at one point couldn't drink....not good.....I ended up giving myself the dreaded 'farmer giles'...and obtained a prescription from my GP which I promtly lost. Being a practical person I looked around for an alternative until I could get another one...ha ha..Eureka...looking in the bathroom cabinet....oil of cloves ( well it works on teeth ).....doesn't work on bums though...really doesn't....like having someone cooking your rusty sherriff's badge with a blowlamp.....probably....after I ran around the house slapping my bum to try to create a cool breeze without success I sat in a sink full of cold water for an hour until the pain subsided....SO BE WARNED....... |
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Many many years ago I lost an inch of the middle finger right hand in a motorcycle accicdent....been waiting ages to make a funny of it.....I took a DVD back to Blockbusters late and the smart witty young man said "We don't take late fees any more..we just amputate fingers"...I held my hand up and said "I know..I came here last night". The rest of the staff burst out laughing.......at the time it originally happened mum tried to be positive and said it would be ideal for putting the hole in the top of fruit pies....aren't mum's wonderful.... |
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Had the thing done.......one artery was 70% blocked, some pain/discomfort has gone but quite a bit of residual stuff..had a word with my GP, should clear by end January...a quiet family Xmas, with just my subbie's family here...so lots of teenage tantrums..but nothing which can't be sorted out with a firehose. I did put a blog entry up on this site....I didn't think it would have rattled anybody's bins but it did.....amazing how many people haven't got a boyfriend/girlfriend and too much time on their hands.....after replying with my usual dry wit...."your're ugly and your mum dresses you funny".......I left it....no point in getting worked up over people you will never meet. 1 dom..I use the word very loosely is in dire need of an optirectomy..a pioneering op. at Lister hospital to remove the victim's head from their rectum, thus improving their outlook on life. He was tres tres patronising....and very ugly...people have the right to be ugly..it's their choice, but his chap was really ugly in many many different ways...I think he would still be called a minger on the planet minger in the constellation of ming. He really needs to eat less pie too.....
Sent my complaint off to the hospital, will get the usual b/s back as per normal...and then go from there..will not let it go.... |
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Having an angioplasty at Harefield hospital on Wednesday....60% blockage in main artery in heart and 50% in another......NOW WILL PEOPLE BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY IT HURTS.......hospital have spent the last two and a half years blaming it on the depression.....I want to sue but it may be very difficult......however...I will have my bloody pound of flesh...there is a consultant who I want struck off......as he abandoned me after I made a complaint about him..and said twice in front of a witness.."Mr xxxxx you seem dissappointed you haven't got cancer"...knowing full well I nursed my father in the last two weeks of his life when he went down to 6 stone....grrrrrr. Can't wait.......apprehensive but looking forward to the end of pain/discomfort, but not looking forward to have what is only a glorified pipecleaner stuck up my femoral artery into my ticker....a doctor joke..man goes into surgery..has a banana in one ear, a sausage in the other, mash all over his forehead and gravy dripping out of his nose...he says "what's wrong doc?" Doc says.."You are having trouble eating"...... |
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Had an angiogram ( this is a heart thing...not a telegram delivered by somebody called Angie..as someone asked me )in mid-July....found a couple of things that need remedies....still waiting for the follow up appt. to sort them out....isn't the NHS wonderful.
Bit bored so browsed some profiles......quite a few SLS...
'Shopping list subbies'
In answer to them one or two rules;
1) Sessions will not be interrupted because you want to watch Eastenders
2) If we are going to go down the menu route the going rate is £200 an hour...no cheques please
3) Your perception of a 'comfort zone' may be very different to mine...live with it...despite being nervous you will not come to any harm and we have gone through it at length beforehand...the goat is only for effect and will not take part as he told me he is a voyeur, and the standard lamp with the rubber hand on is there because I appreciate the works of Salvador Dali
4) Whatever has been planned has be thought out and reviewed with mutual interests in mind, through much prior discussion subbie input or negotiation isn't necessary..look what happened with the Austin Allegro
5) Being hung upside down from a tree in the garden will not result in you being eaten by garden spiders or next door's cat.
6) A running commentary on the progress of the session like some demented Murray Walker serves no other purpose than waste breath...this is not a black and white Open University lecture on Beeb 2 on Sunday morning with a Bill Oddie look-a-like resplendent in an ill-fitting tank top.
One or two other things I have heard;
"Crabs scare me, they are like spiders but made with fish"
"Buy land, they've stopped making it" ( Mark Twain )
"A stranger is just a friend who tried to borrow money"
"Women, you can't live with them.....well..errrrm...that's it really..."
Be safe people
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Haven't entered anything for some time... have had and interesting week or two. were friendly with a couple on the scene but they have recently broken up. They had recently moved to a new flat which was in her name. She had set things up with another dom with whom she wanted a relaionship and promptly ditched her then current dom. She decided to blab about her lifestyle at work where her erstwhile dom's worked, who then phoned her son and disowned him. He had nowhere to go and no one to turn to. The situation was compicated by the fact that her new dom already had a collared subbie who is four months pregnant with twins. When she found out she is supposed to have cut her wrists. The result of that was that the first subbie then took an overdose. We had her here the folloowing weekend to cheer her up. On the Monday she then took another overdose as a result of discussions with her new dom, who she claims was going to leave his subbie for her. Spent five hours at the hospital by the end of which was quite annoyed. I have been in hospital twice with depression, once voluntarily and once having been sectioned, and a stepson of my subbie's did actually commit suicide,so anything like that hits a raw nerve. thought it was a 'put-up' job and a waste of resources. She discharged herself the next day and went home, despite all we had done we never received a word of thanks......aren't people wonderful |
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I don't like bullies......had a big talk with shrink 'tell meee abowt zer relationsheep wiz your muzzer' and had moan...saw one of the patients bundled into the seclusion room ( read empty locked room with a pot to pee in and a mattress ) with her arm twisted up her back..er excuse me..pain compliance is a major no-no when dealing with patients.....especially when they were 5ft 2in 7 stone and female......got that off my chest..some people are in the wrong job......I taught in an EBD school and had to restrain one person..shattered me....different approach I suppose |
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Big disappointment.....friend took me out to din-din and i found out 2 years ago a lady who I had met once had been spreading all sorts of germs about me....not nice..especially when the lady in question denied it at the time......even thought when somebody died at the Southend munch she took it upon herself to get off with somebody else's dom at the funeral....and she has attacked many other people behind their back.....be warned about the cat from Essex...hmmm some real wallies on the scene |
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pets are very difficult to understand, I have 2 Maine Coons ( largest domestic cat ) Higgins and Ice, my subbie's German Shepherd Sasha, a failed police dog ( wouldn't bite anybody )who raids the cat tray ( yuck ) and my dysfunctional Clumber Spaniel Dillon, who despite being let out sees me go on the computer and takes that as an entre to start whining to go out. He paws me constantly for his caffiene hit when I have coffee and sleeps on the pillow next to me when subbie is away, and wakes me up with his minging breath and laying across my bladder in the morning when he wants feeding...many pitfalls but I love them all, the way Dillon raids the fridge, Ice sits on the fridge and paws your head, Higins for chasing the dogs and sleeping in the sink, and Sasha for being a goon |
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In agony.....broke a took on Xmas cooking, seeing dentist on Tuesday for runing gnasher repairs, has a nice New Years Eve with scene friends round.....and decent champers.....got the TVR running again..take that for MOT next week.....and saw King Kong at the cinema...very good film, wonderful effects, and get sympathy for Kong without having to stoop to 'humanise' him.........be cool, lick a hippy x |
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