Well subs have a similar thing.
I wanted a dom who was my intellectual equal or better yet, superior. Someone who requires obedience but doesn't see everything as a test of whether I'm a 'true sub.' Someone with no interest in shit, vomit, anal fisting and other gremlins in my 'no fucking way sir' box. Someone who wants a D/s lifestyle but won't micromanage or oppress me. Someone who won't tolerate sammy behaviour or manipulation but recognises that I'm a human being and occasionally I fuck up or am in a generally belligerent mood. Who will make the important decisions but always after discussing things with me and who doesn't count my personal wishes and dreams as irrelevant. A sadist who won't kill me or treat me with kid gloves. A Master who is secure enough in himself to push my tolerances and limits but accepts that some things will remain outside my capability. Someone who values effort as highly as achievement. Someone who can objectify me, humiliate me, spit, cum and piss on me and still have me convinced afterwards that I am his most precious possession. I had a very long list.
Master is thankfully, most of these things, most of the time. I loved him from the day I met him and have never regretted not holding out for someone who checked every box in my head.
Is it possible you're being a little pre-judgemental? On a first impression, I can seem too passive or too belligerent depending on my mood and the time of my cycle. I'm just fortunate that Master and I met on one of my good days.
[Mini-hijack] I must still be only semi-functional this morning. When I first read this, I saw "like-minded simpletons" and thought a flame war was about to erupt. Looked again and those letters had changed
BOT, patience can often lead to finding what you were looking for, especially if you decide to enjoy life as it comes while you're being patient. And sometimes a decision to quit "looking" in an active sense and just enjoy life will do the same. I can't count the number of times I've heard and read people discussing the irony of finding their partner after they'd quit actively seeking one. Best of luck to you, Betticus. I'm sure that when the right partner finds you, it will be a wonderful thing for you both.
If your county sprays for skeeters, they've got to be big.
Down here, it's difficult to get the city to do anything about poison ivy, which is very thick and nasty in these parts. God forbid, if the misquitoes decided to mutate with the birds or something.
Actually, if you could send some of those cute, young and petite girls over my way, I'd have no problem showing them who's boss and I think I would then be a happy camper. Two or three of those sweeties tied up in my basement, and, well, I think you know what I mean.
I ask myself this sometimes.
I figure I'm too picky.
Also, I hate the dating game. The whole, look at me, I'm so impressive bull. Things would be so much easier if kidnap was legal.
-sigh-
I ask myself this sometimes.
I figure I'm too picky.
Also, I hate the dating game. The whole, look at me, I'm so impressive bull. Things would be so much easier if kidnap was legal.
-sigh-
Sometimes I've seen subs that looked like their ass had been toasted. The phrase "I'm gonna tan your hide" comes to mind.
*snicker*
Aww. *hugs* *giggle*
