I am back on The Cage after a much needed break from Mankind. I returned to search for the one I need ………not want.
I have been in the lifestyle for 16 year. This does not count my earlier life when I was Dominant long before I knew what it was called. I have had two dynamics with two of the best submissive women and it was my pleasure having them. In this world of internet submission and online only dynamics almost anyone can become a well “educated “ submissive/slave.
A woman that has a true submissive heart makes a great submissive/slave more than one that grabs the title from thin air.
I get requests from younger women to help them become a better submissive or slave. There are women that just want the thrill of being dominated. Then there are the women that have read or watched “50 shades” and want a weekend experience. Please contact someone else, I am not that man.
I have no desire to talk to someone who is not in their 40’s or above. If you have a question I will try to answer. You have to learn from someone and I have experience to draw from.
Labels , labels everywhere a label. Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind. Is there an original among the masses?
I think there should be “I like your profile name” button for the profile names that get you to look but, lack content.
My outlook on life.
Look for a connection, not attention.
This……..
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer