Over 50 years in D/s, BDSM, whatever you want to call it (!), with a firm conviction it's the people who make it good. Be conversational and have a sense of humor, and you're already ahead of the game. NSA relationships work, too -- again, if there's a person there.
Bondage is the base, and the rest flows from there (mental bondage is a plus). New or inexperienced? You don't have to do everything; we'll find nice thing(s) that fit you. :-)
If you'd just like to chat without obligation, that's fine, too.
Added: I don't do demeaning humiliation; if you're worthless why would I be interested? I look for value (as should you). See the poem, The Master's Hand, in my journal.
(A clarification about humiliation: what's not okay is belittling someone to feel better abut yourself; otherwise it can be appropriate (and have other forms)... depends on the person.)
Desperation not needed. :)
Added: It was suggested I also post the following: * Inviting women who crave discrete submission as an escape from (or a balance to) their personal and/or professional lives;
* who want (need?) to surrender and be taken to where reason and thought disappear;
* who are ladies in public and yearn to be something else behind closed doors;
* who have worth in of themselves that gives value to their submission;
* who need this for a sense of completion and/or renewal;
* who have always been spoiled and need to be treated differently; and/or
* those who need to be punished for the secret shortcomings they hold inside.
And this: Dommes - your needs are addressed discretely, too.
4/7/2011 1:40:50 PM
What's the difference between a dominant and a master, she asked... so I printed this out for her and she understood. Enjoy. :)
The Master's Hand (Unknown)
It was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But he held it up with a smile. "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who'll start the bidding for me? A dollar, a dollar - now who'll make it two - Two dollars, and who'll make it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, Going for three" - but no! From the room far back a gray-haired man Came forward and picked up the bow. Then wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening up the strings, He played a melody, pure and sweet, As sweet as an angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer With a voice that was quiet and low, Said, "What am I bidden for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow. "A thousand dollars - who'll make it two? Two thousand - and who'll make it three? Three thousand once, three thousand twice Going, going - and gone," said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand, What changed its worth?" The man replied: "The touch of the master's hand." And many a woman with life out of tune, And battered and torn with sin, Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin.
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine, A game and he travels on, He's going once, and going twice - He's going - and almost gone! But the master comes, and the foolish crowd, Never can quite understand, The worth of a soul, and the change that's wrought By the touch of the master's hand.
3/17/2011 8:50:18 AM
Well well well! Happy Birthday Me LOL! At my age birthdays aren't what they used to be but every one that comes around and I'm on the green side of the ground is a celebration, eh?
All weekend I asked people how old they thought I was. I asked everyone from men and women in their 20s to contemporaries. The most frequently guessed age was 52; only one was over 60. The usual comment on learning the real age was, "No way!" and I had to show my driver's license a bunch of times; that was fun. :)
As satisfying as that was, hearing from past lovers wishing returns of the day was even better. I guess I've done a few things right by them, and that's the warmest feeling of all.
Now to do more right by more, and I'll be happier. :)
Doggone it, if I'd timed things better I'd be doing that now LOL! But it'll happen. :)