Hello there. First, I am intensely curious. And as you can tell from my stories, I’m into power exchange, spanking women, tying them up, telling them when to come and when not to (and edging the hell out of them, which so many enjoy). If you tell someone they can’t do something, all they want to do…. I tied my first gf up when I was 16, and most every one since then, so I’ve been doing this a long time. I’m good at it. Perhaps the biggest lesson I’ve learned is that as a Dom, your most important duty is to take care of your sub. As a Domme and friend taught me, submission is a gift, perhaps the most amazing and brave gift someone can give. A great Dom figures out what their sub needs, what their limits are, and then gives them what they need (which is often not what they want). I always push my subs to take better care of themselves, push them to be better people. All that being said, I do enjoy straight sex, making out and holding hands. A foolish romantic, even though life occasionally teaches me that maybe that isn’t wise. I did end a three year relationship in October (which explains the gap in my stories) and I am looking for a new sub, which I’ve done before on Lush and met some amazing women. The one difference this time is that if I decide to accept the wonderful gift of your submission, it has to be able to lead to something real, not just online. That might be something serious, or it might be a weekend in NYC and nothing more, who knows. But the possibility needs to be there. Relationships that are completely online never end up being satisfying to me. So that means you can’t be married, can’t be 14 and acting like you’re older--you have to be who you’re representing yourself to be. Yes, I’ve had all those things happen. You do have to be attractive (I’m really into faces and butts) and take care of yourself physically, but even more important, that you are intelligent and have a sense of humor. Yes, I think I’m all of those things, I also have a great career going, and I’m really happy with my life. I strive to live honorably, and I’m a good guy. And it would be great if you were more intelligent than me, it’s been too close to call a few times, which is awesome. Even if you’re not everything on that list, but you want to ask me some questions or discuss sex or the D/s stuff, send me a message (I like answering questions, too). I don’t know anyone that has too many friends (the real kind, not the Facebook kind). What else do you need to know…. I’m dyslexic (who made that word so damn hard to spell??), and a horrible speller. I have a dog. I don't own a microwave, and love going out to good restaurants (sushi, Vietnamese, Mediterranean, steak, Mexican). I’m not materialistic, or I try hard not to be and not to accumulate stuff, but in the US it’s not easy. I believe in (or hope for) karma, and making the world a little bit of a better place.I’m incredibly fortunate and feel blessed; I have a great life.
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Most of my life I've been much more of an leg & ass guy, and boobs are sort of a distant 3rd or 4th behind that. I also like eyes, faces, smiles/lips/backs (really like a nice, toned shoulders and back that lead down to that wonderful curve to the hips and ass, but I digress), necks, stomachs, fingers and toes. Pretty much every part of a woman's body. As I've gotten a bit older, however, breasts do interest me more, but I'm not sure why that is. Anyway, I generally prefer small to medium, but perky is the real key. Actually seems like cleavage is more interesting when they're pretty big than actually seeing them. I don't like big and floppy and all over the place--yuck... But I think I'm much more of the exception than the rule--American guys mostly seem all about breasts and big breasts.
Bent over the chair, Hayley waited for him, her heart beating like a hummingbird’s. She lifted up on her toes, arched her back and pushed her ass out, hoping to please him as he sat on the couch, directly behind her. She hoped he was enjoying the view. The plug was still there, big and rude inside her—could he see the bright blue tip? Her ass wanted his attention, all of her did, even while...
Added 03 Jan 2017 | Category BDSM
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Why hadn’t she put her little purse back in her handbag? Hayley was so angry with herself, so angry with everything, she wanted to scream. He’d planned the perfect weekend, she was so looking forward to it, and she was screwing it up. She had taken her little clutch out of her handbag to pay for the lunch delivery, and why had she not put it back? To make matters so much worse,...
Added 21 Dec 2016 | Category BDSM
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Holding hands, they left the Center for Performing Arts, and walked towards the subway station. It was snowing lightly, the night crisp and sharp, and Hayley felt giddy, like she wanted to skip, and couldn’t stop smiling. They had just seen the Nutcracker, always a dream of hers, and it was a Saturday night in New York during Christmas! At the stoplight, still holding hands, she pulled...
Added 17 Dec 2016 | Category BDSM
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Hayley daydreamed as she stared at her computer screen, wondering if the day would ever end, if even lunchtime would ever arrive. Bored, she sipped her tea, then ate a sweet. She was still chewing on the sweet when she heard his voice. It was like stepping barefoot onto fresh snow; all of her senses were instantly alive, like a police siren flashing behind you. She could hear him through...
Added 16 Dec 2016 | Category Spanking
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She said, “You clearly need more discipline. Get your clothes off and get into the living room. Now. I so should’ve spanked you last night.” Half sitting upright and still tangled up in my sheets, I stared at her, my mouth hanging open. My mind was thinking Just say no and run away , but something much deeper inside my heart couldn’t resist her, couldn’t stand that I’d angered her,...
Added 19 Nov 2016 | Category Spanking
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I stood at the sink, washing dishes, the anger rolling through me in waves so harsh my gums itched. My new roommate was a slob, worse than that, she was a freshman. I’d expected someone young and lost, someone that would need my guidance and knowledge, and yes, someone that would at least have the common human decency to clean up after herself. Essentially what I’d been three years ago when I...
Added 03 Nov 2016 | Category Lesbian
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She sat on the couch, her hands trembling, staring at her purse. Her purse held a little bomb, the clock ticking down. Escape seemed unlikely. Looking quickly at her watch, she hoped with all her heart he would be late. Please please please... That might save her for a bit. They had dinner plans with several friends, and if he got home too late, the bomb wouldn’t go off until after...
Added 01 Feb 2014 | Category Spanking
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Exiting the highway and dropping down into the trees, she thought of Little Red Riding Hood and smiled. The anticipation throbbed wickedly inside her. Turning right, onto the two-lane, she passed the new gas station. Her tongue flicked across her lips; she was once again headed towards her Grandmother’s house. A naughty Little Red Riding Hood, wanting the big, bad wolf to find her. She was...
Added 26 Aug 2013 | Category Spanking
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The road gently curved to the right, a long ribbon of black-grey asphalt twisting through the big trees. Bored already--the thought of another visit to her Grandmother’s wasn’t a good one--she turned up the radio. It was a long drive. She rubbed herself on the outside of her jeans, teasing herself, to help with the boredom. The hood of a white car flashed by, most of the car hidden in...
Added 04 Jul 2013 | Category Spanking
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Part II Hand in hand, they walked through the airport, him leading of course. Her Master. Her Sir. She saw the slot machines, which always surprised her, and wondered which way her luck was going. What would good luck mean? What wicked things did he have planned? Ripples of nervousness and excitement pulsed through her body, and she could feel her thighs shaking as she walked. She already...
Added 12 Jun 2013 | Category BDSM
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Hayley walked fast along the pavement, towards the hotel. She could hear her heart thumping as if in time with the click of her heels. Her mouth was dry, but her snatch dripping, like her body was confused. She tried not to overthink it. Her mind was already a mess of quick, unfinished thoughts; anxiety, arousal, fear, excitement and a strange kind of pleasure. Not sexual pleasure. The kind...
Added 21 Dec 2016 | Category Reluctance
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