As this is my first entry, we should get acquainted. I am a seasoned Dom, veteran of munches, slurps, play parties, seminars, a convention or two. I've had long-term subs and owned a slave, whom I still adore although she found the love of her life elsewhere.
I married someone who was ostensibly in the lifestyle, but now we are something somewhat less than vanilla. Happens that way sometimes, more's the pity. I fulfill my responsibilities nevertheless and find my outlets elsewhere. Not "open," our relationship, but there is a tacit agreement not to pry too deeply.
Don't mean to kvetch, she's a good woman who perhaps deserves better. It is, as they say, what it is.
I do not dwell on the past, but instead try to learn from it. I've learned a lot, and when you reach a certain point in life you begin to appreciate the mistakes and failures as much as the triumphs and perhaps want to share lessons learned with others who might benefit.
Most people don't learn from others' mistakes however. They insist on making them themselves.
I did.
So let's talk about life, love and the lifestyle. Let us sit upon the grass, tope the grape and watch the sunset, admire the curve of an elegant body unclothed, and ponder how best to decorate it - with stripes, with ornaments clamped here and inserted there, about the seminal joys of illicit sex and sensuality.
"Come into My parlor," said the...