What are the odds that a good catch has not yet been taken?
What are the chances that a beautiful, juicy flower will not be discovered by a bee?
How likely it is that a one hundred dollars bill will remain on a busy sidewalk without being spotted and picked up?
If you wish to hope that the 100 dollars bill will be there waiting until you come along, then you are unlikely to find much common ground with me here, and possibly better off moving along to another with similar wishes as yours.
But if you know that the chances of good catches being out there untaken and waiting just for you in a site like this, are slim to none as the case is with you and me, then we have enough in common already to take this a little further.
Because you know that the real value in this web site’s domain is for those who have not only done the good catching in life, but have also nurtured it to a level of maturity that embodies accomplishment that has taken us to a cherished safe, solid place from where you are now ready to extend a jumping board over a new pool of pure, new water of the deeper desires in life that you crave to dive into without loosing your cherished castle of marriage and family.
If you have read so far with interest, than I must assume that you are like me happily married, and have passed the age of judging another married soul for having the wisdom and legitimate reasons to explore deep fires inside, secretly with the spouse or secretly without the spouse. Because we now know so much more.
You have made the leap to a new land beyond judgment because like me, you know that we both have trust in our ability and commitment to keep our cherished marriage and life harmless first and foremost. That we are not here for moral teaching or judgment, and that our place in life today and record of earnings (not material) give us the license to open the gates to our soul’s deepest desires and cravings.
These deep desires and cravings cannot be better expressed than with the real scene that consumes our imaginative mind. The beautiful scene of a strong and powerful true Master standing over his beautiful, submissive, trembling subject or subjects in his beautiful castle on the cliff by the ocean, in a low light beautiful huge high ceiling and exotic wood floor room with tall leaded glass windows over looking the ocean. Knelling at Master’s feet with a racing heart beat from the intoxicating sensation of finally being taken by a true Master who was born to liberate each and every submissive craving. Liberate the pet whore, private slut and sex slave that his true subject was born to be… finally.
Is this real? Can it be?
It is for me.
If you are a married woman or a married couple conscious of their submissive side, and see yourself or yourselves in this picture and at my feet with comfort you thought you will never find, than I invite you to send me your own expressive words about how reading this made you fell inside.
Rare Master
