Trust, it's not something that's given lightly. It can be abused, discarded, lost and destroyed. The bond between a Dominant and his or her submissive(s) is one based upon a trust so strong and yet, so easily shattered. If the submissive lies or fails in his/her duties repeatedly, it brings about punishment and torment. In the case of the Dominant towards his or her submissive(s) should they fail to uphold their respect for their limits and understand that their position is meant not to be above, but alongside the submissive in question to better both people involved towards a greater good. In the end, trust is a fickle thing.


I wonder what forced slaves feel like in that dynamic...

This is Me, a tiny glimpse into my mind. Something that might help others better understand Me and My role, My chosen role, My given role and the role I take with pride. I am a Dom, I can be called out by the Old Guard, headstrong people and anyone else who wishes to stand in my way as such. But anyway, that isn't what's the subject of this post. The Human Psyche is variable to many changes, stability is caused by situational stability of the person as they grow. For me, there was no stability in my life, constantly reminded of my Darker skin, larger appearance and couldn't have a moment's peace, even in my own home. That caused a lot of fracturing in my mind, separate parts of a whole. Two of those parts are my Dominance and my Sadistic desires, I don't command Dominance nor do I force it upon others. I want my submissives to feel Inspired to serve me, because from the depths of their hearts it's their fondest wish and desire. For them to understand the line between their submission and their humanity is non existent, I want them to embrace themselves and be who they are. Allowing me to help them grow alongside me as better people. My training, doesn't really exist, at least, not in a literal sense. It happens over time, subtly. And I'm rambling again, sigh. Those two parts of my mind are in constant conflict with my other mind, they've been fragmented a long time ago and now their facing the rest of me. The things I want to do, the things I can do, the things I love and wish I could do, are things I can't truly let myself do to just anyone. The first thing I tell anyone who has or will submit to me is this, My only limits are your own. I mean it, I've seen some disturbing things, extreme watersports, mutilation, humiliation, public displays, you name it I've likely viewed it at one point or another. My only limits are within Legality and Mutilation. I don't believe in destroying my submissives bodies nor leaving any permanent marks they aren't willing to bear for my enjoyment. I realise this post might be pointless and seemingly inane, but that's the thing...That's how my mind works, it comes and goes as it pleases and so few people can accept it. Anyway, I'll elaborate some other time...Many days and pleasant nights.

First off, this is a bit of an analysis I'm doing with a friend of mine, she's partly aware since I've brought it to her attention. Ultimately, my original reason for this blog was to find a Submissive or more to help me grow into my place as a Dominant Male. This friend has helped me quite a bit on that road and has recently unlocked the gate into the deeper parts of my Dominance, time will tell if she is suited for that particular area.  I don't know if its a concious act or a sub-concious one, but she seems to test my Dominance and ability to assert myself in situations, pushing buttons best left alone and cringing at the mention of retribution. I don't know if its her upbringing or if its just humans in general, but at the mere mention of "punishment" she goes into a "Can't touch this" state where until she see's reason, she throws everything back at me in an attempt to remove the Punishment(Which, on further thought I should be calling "Correction" since it its not an act that is worthy of any great harm sent her way. But I digress.) She has the ability to draw out the more Dominant parts of me and makes me feel right at home when I'm doing it. She's made me proud of her and very happy with having made this blog that allowed me the chance to get to know her. But enough bragging, here is the continuation of the story...

"Local Woman Found Dead, Police Baffled." The most beautiful headline I've ever read came in the morning paper. I didn't think they would get the job completed that quickly, but needless to say, I was quite pleased. "A local woman was found burned to death in her vehicle in downtown's "Rough side" an area filled with tramps, whores, hookers and junkies looking for a quick fix. The woman(Who's name police have refused to release) was found brutally beaten and burned alive to an irecognisable corpse. What has phorensycs baffled is the fact that the local woman only dissapeared last night, where the corpse matching her body type and DNA is at least 2 days dead, filled with enough semen to populate a small(possibly ethnic) army. "Who ever did this to her must have had at least 200 men helping, the vaginal cavity is stretched beyond recognition and the anal ruptures are ghastly, whoever this woman was, she died painfully after a long ordeal."

That was the gist of it, the Police had their guesses but nothing solid. I had my slave and she would soon be awake and I could play with my new toy. Only a matter of hours now, I decided to go down and check on her, down into the basement I went. I was greeted with the sound of nothing, a truly lovely and hellish sound all at once. opening her cell, I could smell the Piss I left for her when she woke up last night. Feeling the need to take another one, I emptied the bowl onto her body and refilled the dish with a fresh batch. "Enjoy, you cunt." I muttered to her sleeping body. I couldn't wait for her to wake up, but time makes fools of us all...