Long Distance

In all My contacts in the cesspool of cyberspace, there are only 2 who have even turned out to be remotely real in their claim to be submissive. One sub also keeps a blog, and I am not completely convinced that her going onto Craigslist and soliciting for a Master was anything more than a craven attempt to draw attention to her blog. In her e-mail exchange, she was VERY quick to offer the blogsite (which I will NOT whore for here -- it would be unseemly!), very quick after that to confirm that she already had a Master, and, when I did the appropriate thing by deferring to her proper Master, she was thankful, and has not communicated again since.

I do enjoy her postings -- they appear genuine, and provide some good insights into the psyche that gives itself so willingly to another (albeit not Me). But I will not post comments on her blog, for that, too, would be inappropriate to My station compared to hers. As long as she is owned, she can only be a titillation to Me through her writing.

The other? She will know who she is when she reads this. She is very new to exploring her submissive side, or so she claims, although in listening to the stories of her long ago ended marriage, it is clear that she was in a subservient role to Him as well -- He just was not clever enough to recognize this and seize on the opportunity, choosing instead to leave her and their children for a lesser woman. And, honestly, she is either a VERY quick learner, or a remarkably good actress (see what hanging out in cyberspace does -- it makes even a Dom into a doubting cynic!)

Although I have not met her in person (yet!), she comes across as a proper woman -- unwilling to let her children or her few friends know this side of her, unwilling to take training when there is a chance she might be disturbed by any of them. She still seems to have more than a few inhibitions -- no doubt scars left from the Asshole who could have had it all with her, and some other equally dysfunctional relationships in her past.

Yet the minute I insist that she call me Sir, all propriety goes out the window, and she becomes a multi-orgasmic tub of melting butter on the phone. She becomes a total slave to My every whim, no matter how outrageous (from many limits to virtually none at the snap of a finger!?), and a total nymphomaniac. The only thing that turns her on more than her own shuddering orgasms is the knowledge that she is making her Master cum. She even administers her own punishment, providing aural confirmation on the phone, and visual confirmation with pictures of the damage she has inflicted, at My insistance, on her transgressing ass when I am displeased with her.

She claims to be totally straight, yet her most intense orgasm with Me so far came when I removed the "blindfold" in the middle of her orgasm during one of our phone sessions, only to reveal that the mouth that just made her cum was a woman's, having dropped multiple hints about what was happening during her build-up.

So far, she has passed all the tests I can administer online or on the phone -- so I guess it soon will be time to arrange that meeting in person. I can only hope that she is as real in person as she has been so far in fantasy. Only time will tell!

In the Beginning....

There is so much misunderstanding about Dominants, submissives, and their relationships, especially in the so-called "social networks" of the internet. Little boys, some of them grown men (in body only, and even those generally fail to pass muster!) claim to be "Dominant Males," and think that this, and this alone, gives them the right to crap all over any poor fool silly enough to give them the time of day. These are the same mouth breathers who generally are afraid to even walk into a bar, for fear their inability even to approach a woman, much less know how to have a conversation with one, might be revealed for all to laugh at! And, in truth, we should be happier with them salving their wounded pride this way than by going postal on some innocent unsuspecting crowd!

Worse, women, often just out of abusive or semi-abusive relationships, decide to "take ownership" of their issues by offering themselves up as "submissives," fooling themselves into thinking the anonymity of cyberspace will protect them from harm. While it is true that this usually (but not always) saves them from getting the physical sh!t kicked out of them, the emotional and psychological trauma to which they expose themselves (which is their true weakness in the first place) is far more dangerous and scarring to them, and often goes unnoticed, poisoning their ability to have real-life relationships even more.

And we won't even talk about those whose purposes in lying about who they really are and what they really want in this arena are based in a truly hurtful place in their souls!

So, then, what is a real-life Dominant Male personality to do? Especially one whose outer persona, both through career and family life, closets this instinctive element of his psyche, making it almost impossible even to allow it air on an infrequent basis?

Reading only frustrates more, as does the infrequent vanilla sex with the dutiful wife. Trolling the internet for kindred spirits frustrates still more, and unearths the truths revealed above. There is a release in fetish porn -- but our society has so demeaned this avenue, that even it begins to lose its luster.

If only there was a "Master Key" -- a device to unlock a door -- real or metaphorical -- to a parallel world. Perhaps, such a Master-in-waiting thinks to Himself, as alone as My reality makes Me feel, what I am experiencing is not so unique. Maybe, if I blog about My own experiences -- the successes AND the too-frequent frustrations -- it will not only be cathartic, but might lead to finding others in the same boat. Or maybe even, that true submissive soul who needs what I can offer as much as I need to give it, might stumble upon the words and make a connection?

So what is the worst that can happen -- more of the same frustration that colors every day already?