A Dom's Tale ~ The journey there and back again

Anybody else noticing a sudden increase of scammer activity here on the cage? It was about once a month I would get some strange unusual text message here, now it is far more often.

Got one today, won't state the name (da rulez), other than to say it was to a barely filled out profile, just a few days old, that belonged to a very sexual young lady in her early 20's. Why of course she was just messaging me out of the blue ... lol, why wouldn't she?

So I was bored in a slow day at work, and thought hey ... see how far they'll take it. So I replied, and then it turned on, message after message, finally a message about texting her off site. So i fired up the ol whatsapp (anonymous phone number) and sent er (him, them, who?) a message. naturally within minutes they wanted to fly to see me,,, of course, oh, and her equally young and sexual GF BFF was coming along! Well of course they were! It went on and on, got more and more elaborate, even scheduling certain days to visit.. sure! 

And then it happened .... I asked for a quick selfie headshot with her holding up four fingers.  Got one with a peace sign, mentioned it was supposed to be four fingers, got a promise to FO, and a few other choice words, then POOF! Fast as they came, they left, off to greener pastures I suppose!

Moral of the story .......

Inside of this world, their minds are now racing,

No physical forms, merely two souls embracing.

They yearn, they pine, they long... to touch,

Though nothing is spoken, too soon, too much.

They have just now met, in this electronic place,

too late to abandon, for their souls have embraced ,

Through text and type, they have spoken and teased,

But the hunger inside them cannot be appeased.

Be cautious! Go Slow! Do not rush to this thing,

remember the last one, the pain it did bring.

So she holds him at bay,  stops from moving too fast,

Yet feels in her heart, this time, it might last.

She yearns for his touch, to hold her and more,

She begins to imagine being tied to the floor,

Her limbs spread afar, her breasts do now heave,

with each stroke of the lash,  and the stinging it leaves.

You must count them! He thunders, while rubbing her ass,

Yes Sir, I'll do better, she wimpers at last.

Now his fingers inside her, his breath on her hair, she wriggles and moans,

her body's convulsing, with a mind of it's own. 

To the edge of release, he takes her and then,

stops in an instant, denied yet again!

Over and over and over this played,

Each time this much closer, yet  always delayed.

The pressure inside her, now making her numb,

she finally remembers .... "Sir, may  I cum?"

With a nod from his his head, her body explodes,

and she lays there and quivers, at the end of this road.

But now back to the keyboard, reality calls,

The fantasy over, momentum to stall.

It seemed so surreal, yet they know they must wait,

She prays for a moment, that this man is her fate.

The calm washes over, her soul with great care,

The feelings seemed real, like his breath on her hair,

With sudden awareness, she becomes quite aware,

It was not just her dream, he had joined her in there.

The clock gently whispers, another moment is gone.

it is lost now to time, and cannot be reborn. 

How many lost moments, while thinking of you,

have passed by unnoticed, slipping into history's legend.

How many more have I spent wondering what you were thinking.

Did you think of me this day, do you wonder what marvels the shrouded future may hold.

Or does the uncertain and mysterious future hold you immobile, terrorized?

Do you fear for your heart, 

Unable to move, silently frozen in place, paralyzed into stone.

Is this why you're silent?

No uttered words can free you from your bonds,

but if you will but give me a sign, a small flicker from your darkness,

In the flicker of light that lasts but a mere second,

you will see the shadow of my hand, waiting for you to take it

The clock whispers again, another moment has passed

It will not stop, it cannot stop...

The clock heeds its master, 

as time marches on....

(ignore the first set of lyrics..lol)

    We go through life, sometimes alone, sometimes with another, but we go through life.  And when something dies that we thought never could, be it a loved one, or what we felt was a lifetime relationship, or any other cornerstone of our world we find ourselves lost...adrift in a stormy sea alone. The waves pounding on our heart, the wind seemingly trying to rip apart what is left of our soul after the wreckage.left us there, broken, battered, alone at sea. This is also when predators seem to prefer to strike, appearing underneath us from the blind side, circling, plotting, whispering those oh so tempting promises of safety and healing, when what they really want is to use us for whatever pleasure or gain they may be able to get, not knowing or not caring that it may spell the end for us if we give in, yet all we can think about it what was lost.

    Friends try to console us with words, but words are never enough. They are like whispers on the wind, barely audible, faint glimmers of sunshine peering through the distant horizon, and so very far away from where we are now, that is seems unlikely we will ever reach that peaceful place, and escape the storm.

    So we hold on to the wreckage, surviving minute by minute at times, unable to picture escaping the stormy sea,  only trying to survive this minute, this moment, until the next moment arrives and we repeat the process again. Over and over the process repeats, the minutes tick by, the hours pass unnoticed, day turns to night, and night into day, days into weeks, and weeks into months.

    Suddenly, we find the sea a bit calmer, the wind just a bit less brutal, and we know it is time to begin to heal. We have endured the pain, survived the barrage, and the edge of the storm is just a bit closer. It is now that our minds overpower our hearts, shutting them down, encasing them in a very necessary impenetrable shell, unreachable, protected, safe. With clarity of mind and purpose, we begin to paddle, working our way out of the storm, until we are in calm waters, still alone, but in calm waters.

    So we start to plan our ultimate escape, and in the distance we see an island, and we make our way toward it. As we wash up on the beach, still tattered and battered, we at least know we have found some security.  We build a shelter, find food, lick our wounds and continue reinforcing the hardened case our heart was placed in out at sea. Once we are certain it is safe, we begin looking for a way off the island, back to civilization, back to our life.

    This is the decision point people. This is when we must decide if we are going to uncase our heart, and become a whole person again. Or will we allow the previous experience to prevent us from any chance at finding happiness again? We are in the rebuilding stage, the stage where we are laying the foundation for our future.  Yes, we can rebuild completely and keep the heart safely encased, but it will mean a life without the possibility of a true love, the True Dynamic. Because you see, we need our heart to get that, we will have to trust it to another, as they trust theirs with us. If we want to be able to give and receive love, we have to open our hearts here at the rebuilding stage, so it gets stronger and healthier with the rest of us.

    I know alot of people will disagree with this, they will say "until you are fully healed you cannot give to another", but I respectfully disagree. I believe that if you have rebuilt enough of yourself where you are done grieving and pining away for the thing lost, then you are capable of once again entering into a dynamic. But you must be careful, do not just jump on a ship because it is passing by. Take your time, learn about who it is you are talking to. Get to really know them, and for Gods sake, do it on the phone or in person. Alot can be learned that way, from inflections, tones, and body language, and best of all -  predators don't have the time they need to edit and rewrite their bullshit.

    The True Dynamic, once found, will not only heal your remaining wounds, but it will surge a level of power into your lives that will enshroud you both, keep you and protect you, you will fill their valleys, reinforce their weaknesses, as they will do for you. And each of us must remember, the other will have some protections in place, or maybe even just need to learn how to trust you, be patient, be kind, be understanding.

Anyhwo, just my 2 cents on healing and moving forward, take it for whatever you will.

   Now you may or may not find this hard to believe, but after repeated failures finding a sub, I decided my approach was ALL WRONG!  There I was, just being myself, the person I was born to be, laying it all out there and waiting for one of the many, many contacts I have initiated to produce "her". Then I got it!! 

  So (and follow this through to the end now!) I booked a fast flight to Transylvania, and met with the one and only Dr. Frankendom! After a few days of deep deep counseling, he told me I was ready for the procedure! So here was this ancient looking theater room with 3 operating tables laid out in a semi circle, giant electrodes everywhere,  and a ferocious storm brewing outside.  He strapped me to one of the tables, gave me a mild sedative, and then strapped 2 more beings onto the other tables.

WHOA! To my shock what was on the other tables?

    Why none other than Christian Grey and a giant gorilla! The electrodes buzzed, the tables spun, and the room twirled as I fell out of consciousness! When I awoke, all my former personality and traits had been replaced by a combination if the two others!  Frankendom was smiling broadly as he released me from the table. I spent the next few days exploring my new personality, I had become ....

Suave to a fault! I was so smooth silk worms wanted to take lessons from me!

Powerrful and indestructible, nothing could affect me, nothing could hurt me, I had no weak moments or moments of insecurity!

Literally everything that came out of my mouth was right,  and anybody that doubted that just had to ask me

I held the power to accomplish anything, to dominate any sub with a mere glance, or my overpowering presence in the room, 

And ... I was sooooo damn good looking "I" even wanted to date me and submit to myself!

   So out into the world I went, everywhere I turned subs were falling at my feet, begging me to dominate them.  Naturally, being all powerful and hotter than Bill Clinton stuck in a monastery, I ignored them one after another, looking for the perfect one, the one I had done all this for. But as time went on, I began to realize these were not subs after all, well at least not any I wanted.  These were just superficial people looking for a thrill, the perfect match for any insta dom that may come around ....

   So back into the lab  I went, Dr Frankendom was waiting for me with an all knowing smile.  After a few moments, he began to speak as he fixed me back to the table.  "My boy, you came to me to become the perfect Dom yes? And I gave you all the things you thought you were missing, made you the picture of perfection for a Dom, and sent you out into the world. And yet you came back more unfulfilled and less happy then when we first met. That is because what you sought does not exist, it cannot, and if it did, it would not get you what you wanted. So now you go back to being you, but that is far better than what you became, Somewhere out there, there is a sub for you. Maybe younger, maybe older, maybe shorter or taller or thinner or larger, but she is out there, be patient, find her, she is searching for you too.

   I asked about the sedative for the process, and he smiled and told me, "becoming you was a mixed path of pain and joy, successes and failures, becoming you again can be no different. The agony was excruciating as the Gorilla and Mr Grey were removed, and my original self restored.  I left the lab, flew home, and opened up my blog here on the Cage, and once again began the process of searching for her...

   My trip had reminded me of one thing, to believe in the search, to believe the "True Dynamic" is out there waiting for me to find it, to never give up on her, because somewhere, she is waiting and searching too.....

With the exception of accessories or toys upon request ... I think I finally have it the way I want it!! Now to just add a sub! All freestanding toys are built with the capacity of 1,200 pounds limits, yes .. overkill, but yes .. SAFE!!!

One of 3 mainstays! This multipositional bench allows no less than 14 positions, including built in stocks,and a kneeling bench on the backside . has tie downs EVERYWHERE, the cushions have 4 positions, and I added adjustable arm holders for all toys to accommodate vibrators, or other toys!

The backside of that toy!

The newest addition!  once properly bound to it, the sub can be placed as shown,  flat and level, slightly inverted, or totally inverted! Has attach points for the all the toys in the playroom as well,  the legs adjust to 2 positions, and the amrs to 3 (straight up, straight out, or angled down as shown)

same toy in the level position

The St Andrews, was going to repurpose it, but whats a playroom without one?

the stand, many fun uses!!!!

The ceiling mounted padded cuffs, fixed with marine quality anchors to the wall studs, and 800Lb pulleys up top

the hand held impact playtoys!  (and 2 adjustable toy holders in the middle)

Mainly vibrators, a lush device, lubricant, toy cleaner, and other various toys

A new toy! Power stroking sex machine, lots of attachments, stand makes it available for the other toys at the same time  :)

And finally - 4 smart bulbs, endless color possibilities   :)

Well thats it for now! A 7 month labor of love ... now to get to use it lol!

So my bottle came back this afternoon (see blog below), but, I apparently misread the situation entirely. Seems all there was in the bottle was a "Hello" from a friend, but having friends is a good thing too! . But thats ok, I got some new bottles today, and and furiously writing out more messages to toss out into the ocean of BDSM.  I know I will find what I am looking for, I just have to persevere, and remind myself that if the journey was simple or easy, most likely the reward at the end would be to.

So on we go!...

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I remember as a young teenage boy, living in Virginia Beach on an Army base, how the thought of a "message in a bottle" seemed to encapsulate the most romantic thoughts that were available to me at the time. How I wrote a simple message out, telling a little of myself, and how to reach me, and then placed it inside a carefully cleaned and dried wine bottle and headed to the beach. Now on Fort Story, there was a place where some old landing craft were beached, and at high tide, if you were standing on one, you'd be 40 or 50 feet out in the water. So I boarded her, and sat and waited for the tide to come in, daydreaming all the while about who might find it, and what reply I might get. 

Once the water was up around the edges, I stood up and hurled the bottle as far out in the ocean as I could manage, took my seat, and watched the bottle drift off into the vast ocean with my dreams inside it as I waited for the low tide, to get off the craft and head home.

For months I waited for an answer, but, as I am sure the majority of bottle wishes wind up,  no answer was ever to be received. 

Communicating here on the Cage is alot like that. We find some reason to contact somebody, and then we wait to see if there is a response. Sometimes we are lucky, and we get a reply, and a short, brief, communicative exchange takes place before it usually vanishes off into the vast ocean, never to be seen or heard of again. Other times we simply never do get a reply, or even an indication that it was ever received. and sometimes, yet very rarely indeed, our bottle crosses the ocean and we get a reply much much later than expected. 

I found a bottle awhile back, and became more and more excited every time a new bottle from her arrived, and I answered as much as possible, but.... for some reason it seemed the frequency of bottles landing and launching diminished over time, and I thought it might just be another lost cause. Then out of the blue, another bottle has arrived on my beach .. only tomorrow will tell what message there may be inside... I wonder what it will bring, so here I am, same as I was as a young teen, daydreaming the possibilities and headed to bed with a smile on my face, at least a bottle arrived .....  

FAIR WARNING: THIS IS NOT MY NORMAL TYPE OF BLOG

     This morning was started about the same as any morning. I got up, sat down at my computer, brewed a cup of coffee, paid my attention dues to my 2 furry roommates, hooped in the shower, got dressed, and stepped out of the house and into another day on the way to work.

     I climbed into my Silverado and started backing out of the driveway. Now note, nothing here is changed from any other morning in my routine, but as I placed the truck in drive, I happened to notice my next door neighbor was outside, raising the flag on his flagpole. Then it hit me.

     All I had been thinking about this weekend was I was going to be off, the 4th of July weekend, 2 days of rest or project time, but my time! But seeing that flag headed to its position at the top of the pole, I started thinking about what that meant, and what it cost.

     The Boston Tea party, Patriots revolting against tyranny, standing up for what they believed in, risking their very lives to do so. And the war that followed, men, boys, children fighting hand to hand, molten balls of lead exploding in their bodies as they were struck by enemy shots. Cannon balls weighing up to 42 pounds each tearing through masses of soldiers at breakneck speeds, dismembering people, shattering their bodies as they ripped through the line.

     Then the civil war, brother killing brother, father killing son, American killing American, while all the while foreign powers assisting one side, or even both, trying to help this country destroy itself.

     The Alamo, 190 men going to war with up to 6,000 enemy soldiers, their deaths a forgone conclusion, only the manner and meaning of those deaths to be decided/

     And all the wars, battles, and skirmished that have followed over the course of our country’s history, far too many to write about and keep your attention, but important all the same. The price for freedom, the price for independence, the cost of my weekend off.

     And yet, as I think about our country today, we are still fighting, fighting wars across the seas, but far far worse, fighting American vs American. Some of us, in the name of peace and humanity, incite others to destroy our neighborhoods, to loot, plunder and pillage, and to kill our neighbors. I am not talking about the people who protest the wrongs, I am speaking about those who piggyback on their movement, taking advantage of a group exercising their constitutional rights, in order to commit multiple scores of felonies for personal gain.

     So as we enter this 4th of July weekend, and celebrate our nations independence, and our personal freedoms, which includes our ability to live in this lifestyle we have chosen, and the right and civic duty to protest the wrongs to try to make the right,  let’s remember those who paid the price over the last 200 years so that we can celebrate this very special day, and perhaps in the near future, we will also be able to find a way to prevent riots, burnings, pillaging, murder, and looting in the name of humanity.