The search

What are you searching for

 

Maybe a master to show me my place

 

 

Maybe is not a direction, nor an action

 

It is an half thought intention

 

A random desire thrown out in the air

 

Not enough to know what you want to do with me

 

Nor how much of yourself do you intend to give me

 

 

Many mention say that they want to be slaves

 

But not that they want to be my kind of slave

 

 

Many say that they want to be owned

 

But not state for how long and in what format

 

 

Some say they want to be owned with no turning back

 

But not state what sacrifices they are willing to make to arrive at that stage

 

 

You will not turn into a slave in a second

 

At the flick of a switch or even with one session

 

 

You will not be owned as if you were plucked out of a shelf

 

Like a bag of chips

 

Open and ready to eat

 

 

It is just too naive to think in such a fashion, something born from an immature and inexperienced mind

 

Things take time and need to be constructed step by step

 

 

The question “what are you searching for” is always applicable

 

Independently of what you have written before as a presentation to all

 

It was never meant for me

 

As I was not known to you prior to any chat we started or will start in the future

 

 

Our conversation will only start after you present yourself

 

Perhaps you are in doubt as to what else do I want to read, besides what you have already told all the rest

 

 

So let me explain to you

 

 

Tell me words that make me do actions

 

But even more important

 

That they will be well applied in you

 

 

If all you have for me are inconsequential words

 

Then my action towards you is the demand that you read my words

 

So that you know what is expected of you

 

Physically and mentally

 

The rewards and the costs of your desires

 

The commitment you have to put it you ever want them to become a reality

 

 

I am an open book

 

And I expect the same of you

 

From the first moment of contact

 

 

If you come to me bearing the most basic of doubts

 

We are wasting both our times

 

 

From knowledge comes power

 

How can you give me any of them

 

When you don’t even understand what you seek

 

 

Take the time to examine what we both want

 

And prepare yourself for the question you will face

 

As you will only have one chance to make it work with me

 

2020

Doubts

Perceptions

Humane

Fresh look

Trial discount

Footprint in the sand

Opportunity

The search

Lighting the switch

The genie

Wish list

Wishes

Is BDSM for me

One size fits all

Puppet on a string

Twist and turn

Letter from a slave

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