MasterDomDok

My car died.  It died the same day I closed on my new house/dungeon pair.  The cobblestones of my new town ate the last reserves that the power steering pump had.  I got back to the rental, 50 miles East with a ride from a friend.  I sat there for 2 weeks, trying to put together enough crap to move in.  Borrowed a truck from a friend in the local-to-my-rental, got one load made with the washer/dryer stack, got them into the new place, not installed.

got back, didn't get another load for another week, on borrowed trailer, called my soon-so-be-exlandlady, who pulled the trailer, got me over with half my stuff.

two weeks later, we got a 3rd load, so I am mostly moved in.  

I then started in on settling down, straightening up the debris.  The dungeon will need lots of work, plenty of cash, which I have none of.  Stay tuned!

The dungeon got a good flooding today.  It will be muddier than usual for a while.  It never warms up, so shivering slaves will enjoy the damp dankness.

I got lucky.  The town just west of me, Sulphur, Oklahoma is badly hit, kindling all over the place where once were aging residential houses.   Further west, the business section is just as bad, roofs gone, buildings demolished, power out for a week.

The post office was a total loss, new mail is handled out of Davis, 20 minutes west.  the boxes were replaced in a trailer on the site.

I have made a deeply hidden discovery.  I am in full-blown rage at the whole world.  It frustrates me becaus I have held it in check most of my life, meaning that I have forcibly ruined my careers, one and all. 

It gets in the way of being a Sadist to the point of driving those who would be friends away, and mistaking scammers for human beings.  Terrible.  I have to keep my rage in tight check when in the dungeon.  So far, I have not found a masochist who was up to the challenge of receiving damage.  

If you are up to the challenge, dm me.

Sulphur lost a child/father pair.  The town is on the mend.

I walked in, saw her, sat down and was pleased when she lowered her eyes from mine.  The munch suddenly didn't smother like usual.

I took her home, got down to skivvies, but she wouldn't lower them for her spanking, which earned her an introduction to Earnie.  Rhino Hide thudds so soundly.  She kept begging for more.

After I came all over her back, I got her dressed and we sat down over coffee, and talked.  She was slightly annoyed when the subject of her masculine gender taped up under those skivvies had not been her giveaway.  I had spotted her as the CrossDresser she was, in the same breath that I spotted her deeply seated masochism.  We spent the summer bruising her.  I did insist on silk panties for the rest of our sessions.  It does a wonderful job of administering a bruise from the cane or batt that cotton tiddy-whities cannot.  I built stocks, hoisting timbers, made leather suspension cuffs that broke when we tried them.  I was crushed, darn it.  Stuck to shibari after that.

I dream of starting a church where pervs like us can cum, indulge in the odd orgy/bondage party/bukkake douch, you name it.  closed off from the world.  My dungeon, my rules.  If you think it would be a good idea, dm me.