Letters from the Edge of Tolerance

Tell me who likes a man in uniform, sorry this picture of me (left) is four years old. right after i had finished basic training, i was standing there with my drill sergeant.

     Call me picky or whatever, but i am certain a sub that fits my fantasies is out there and i will find her someday, if you seem to think it matches you and you would like to chat just hit me up.

     So to start i have been in the world of BDSM for about Eight years now and  since my release from my loving mistress, Mistress Denalia, i have been almost adamantly a dom, though i have been a switch for a long time i prefer being a dom. so for about 5 years no i have been almost strictly a dom. 

   so my Ideal sub is definitely specific i will start by listing the qualities i find attractive, starting with the most important to the least. but do not get me wrong having all of them is definitely what i want. 

Personality: this one is by far my largest turn on to anyone. if you want to impress me be yourself, if you have a great, bubbly, slightly emotional, slightly reliant, but head strong type of personality, that drives me wild.

Intellect: no don't misinterpret this i not someone who desires someone who has an insane amount of knowledge.  for a slight comparison ill will give you this tidbit. Intellect is the faculty of reasoning and objective understanding. Intelligence is the ability to acquire knowledge and skills. i want someone who i can have a very enticing conversation with. bonus points if you can get me going on the topic of a Utopian society.

Looks: now i know this is a painful one to alot of people but hear me out.i grew up in a family with a long history of obesity, i never fit in because i really wasn't fat ever. I always worked out and took care of myself, and no offense but in my opinion, but there is no excuse to be fat. I tell my brother this regularly and it has encouraged him to start losing weight. so DO NOT get me wrong, i will talk to anyone no matter weight age, race, whatever. but i cant find my self being romantically attracted to anyone who is obese.

willingness to learn: i don't mean just in sessions and experimenting, i mean if they have a desire to learn something i want them to do what it takes to learn it, the only thing that holds us back is lazyness and there is no excuse for it.

Bratty: now i don't want someone who is nothing but a brat constantly, there is always a time and place for it, but a girl who knows when to be bratty and when not to be is sexy, and one who knows how to be a good kind of bratty is even better.

Now i am going to point out a fantasy i have had for years but no one has every done it for me yet. Ive always wanted a sub to be one her knees a few feet from my front door, wearing Lingerie/teddy/something straight up see through and sexy, with a ice cold unopened beer in her hand. and when i walk in the door she looks up at me with out moving her head offers me the beer, and says welcome home daddy/ master/ sir. That has been something i have always wanted. 
now i covered more or less what i seek in a sub so if you have questions are remarks, keep em positive and respond, voice any concerns you might have, i don't bite, hard anyways. 

I sit and wonder on the complexities that riddle the human Psyche with intramural philosophies. Though even the intricacies of that psyche can not be proven through science, only through repetitive constants can it be guessed. why is it that even we as a species seek one another  for solace from the depths of our minds. Is it that we fear the internal darkness that is our conscience, or is it the fear of what darkness harbors itself within our sub-conscience? those who seek things that cannot be explained tend to sub-conscientiously seek those who are of like mind. why do we as a people truely seek the companionship of another? Can anyone hold a solid conversation within the comments and explore these deep thoughts with any and all who join in. I challenge you to try.

as the day gets closer i ponder on what i told her she sees the light in my darkness as i wonder what she has caressed and she sees my potential as i am horrendously altered to what i am yet to be and she sees me for who i truly am as i slam my fist into this door a crippling blow i should say as i lay here wondering why she sees light in my darkness

as light filter through a darkness that is so true we wander thy dark wood wondering how to find our fate not to hate the one ho put us through wondering pondering why she sees the light filter through a darkness that is so true

as light penetrates my dark and wounded heart paying no mind to what it has healed as i seal my fate of which i take and it to claims me as a true dark but light finds my soul and she sees the light in my darkness that is so true

i am not as dark as i seem to be cause she sees the light in me and i see the light in her which i truly prefer

and as i ponder on which i have said and i have sped down the road of life which is truly dark and she has saved me because she sees the light in my darkness of which i may contort due to the light she sees
as the darkness is contorted to see optimistically of all this strife as this knife drops to the floor as the darkness begins to contort
with this life i shall change as li lay me down to sleep i pray my soul the lord to keep if i die before i wake i pray my soul the lord to take as i partake in this in a heavenly manner i believe i see the light in my darkness as i see true the beloved i shoved all my grief down the drain and she sees the light in my darkness as do i

hate is a fate that we we all can partake as we see the key to life as the knife is dropped to the floor as the door slams into its jam life is contorted and then altered as we all can falter as the slaughter of man takes place as an ace is dropped on the table as we all can tell this is a fable to be heard as a hearse takes your friend to her grave and she told me to say this that you are gay like the fey folk as I lay, this life flies by as shooting star and the i drive my car off a cliff into a tidal rift and float to the very end as i send a message to those who don't have hope and then i float to the land of the dead to spread this hate as we partake in the slaughter of man as i pretend the light was never spread and as i am beheaded by the beast with three heads as a hockey puck goes through a stained glass window as she is made a widow because of the war of the worlds and the darkness is once more contorted to her will and she sees me and the light in the darkness

fore say to end this fable i say to thee my life is a creed of which to be fallowed as i swallow the waters of the holy, to souly depend on her to see time for who i am truly am and thy light with in me therein lies the secret of life which we all pass and not see as light filters through all of the dark and not lighted as my foresight is met light and dark meet for one last battle as life begins to contort and falter

then again life is always contorting to her will and the light spreads through a darkness so true, once more she sees the light in me in order to see the doves fly for her love for me cause she sees light in me and as i weave a tread so thin i send a message of hope in order to cope with the sin of man as i tan the hide of the beast so fierce that has died due to the light she brought me cause she sees the light with in me

Though I walk I stand, surrounded By the lifeless sands. I see many men, many women. The lie in a beautiful space, a world devoid of hate, I wonder why it was that I came to this place, thou even when i try to think, Life moves on in just a blink. BEHOLD a world struck by beauty a world where even the land seems to lay in a glorious pageant of lucid moments. I walk this lonely road alone, though within this lucid dream I can see the means I need to fall down a putrid diluted path. I walk away afraid of what may come down within that lucid fray of putrid hate. If I may, then I shall stay within my dark gray light. For when if this comes to be, I would hate to flee from the beauty around me. I seek the love I lost on the way down life's lucid dream, was it me or was it her, I couldn't believe that we had left the road. I had slowed, she had sped, for even then she wanted to be wed. I could not hold the light she shone, instead i bore the loathsome road. I walk alone in a light less world a putrid path to and fro. If I were to find my way I would be wed  that girl on that day.