Description of my "one" and some insight to me....
I am "Wolf". I enjoy voyeurism and exhibitionism.
I am a very honest and respectful person. I have been in and
out of the scene for several years. I am a loving Dom with
adequate experience. Yet, I still consider myself somewhat
of a novice, due to my nature to continually learn and explore.
Outgoing, honest, loving, sincere, caring, kind, cross,
trustworthy, mischievous, different, fit into all categories
and none at all. Let me fulfill your fantasies.
...Well, I may be what you are looking for, and I may not.
I have a lot to offer, and yes I am for real and experienced.
I am a Loving Dom (though I have quite a Sadistic side that
like to come through on occasion)
My toy box is a little bare as of late do to everyone talking
me into selling my intricate pieces of work to them. Yet,
I am in the process of restocking it. Yes, I prefer to do most
of my own work as in creating my own toys. I love and enjoy
leatherwork. I still have my pride and joy at the moment,
a 36" flogger with 33-28" sued tails. It took
me a month to complete, but wielded by the correct hand (mine)
it can do everything from tickle to leave welts.
I look at everything from a number of viewpoints. There
is the mental, physical, and spiritual. I like to blend
and mix them within the atmosphere to reach the right consistency.
Thus creating the perfect environment for whatever is
present. I am a people watcher. I like to observe them and
see what makes them tick. Then I like to explore them in person
and find out what their boundaries and inhibitions are.
Next I like to explore those boundaries and inhibitions
to see just how well they really know themselves. After
that, trust established and I feel they show enough stamina,
I take them to the next level and push all of their limits
beyond what they may have never even conceived. Then, if
all goes well, I break them down entirely. Now comes the
hard work for me. I piece them back together ever so delicately.
Ever intricate detail intensely scrutinized. Add a brush
stroke of my own here and there. Chisel out a line or two here
and remove a bulge there. Then I add my own blood sweat and
tears by taking hold of them and molding them personally,
the end result being a beautiful work of art that was not
created by me, but influenced enough by me to call it my own.
Do you see that little one at my feet? Yes, she is a beautiful
caterpillar. My head swims when she delicately kisses
my toes. That wonder is my heart and soul in solid form. She
knows what it means to submit entirely and lives to please
another. I am not a hypocrite in this right, I too have served,
and quite well as my Mistress told me. Yet, she taught me
eventually to be a strong loving Dom. She said that I was
one of the most obedient and loyal servants she had ever
had the pleasure of owning, but that I was truly a Dom, not
a sub. Many others agreed, and thus I started my long and
continual journey into the learned arena of a Loving Dom.
This woman that lay before me, she is there of her own means.
She knows what the intricacies of the relationship are.
She gives without expecting to get (yet knowing if she behaves
well enough and long enough, her main desire of seeing me
happy, and perhaps some of her own desires will be seen to
come true). Now you can see that I am wrapping her in my cocoon.
Placing every strand ever so carefully, incasing her in
my teaching, trapping her within my soul. Taking her, breaking
her, and soon to remold her into a stronger being perhaps
worthy of me. In all of this I must maintain her trust in me
also, and ensure that I stay worthy (in her eyes) of the service
she is belaying to me. It is an endless dance of Mother Nature,
a give and take, a game of minds, wills, and physicality,
this game that I endearingly call life. Now she is sheltered
from all, save me, at her most delicate point. I take out
the brush, paint a few strokes here, and a few more there.
Next I carve a few intricate lines procuring a new area of
interest for myself and others to look upon. Then with my
own hands sweat and tears, I sculpt the rest into a work of
art rivaled by none. For this work of art is mine, given to
me of it's own volition, but molded by my mind body and
soul. The cocoon cracks and I see an antenna poke out to test
the surroundings. Then she emerges. My breath stops, my
heart pounds, my head swims, my stomach does the hokey-pokey,
and my legs almost fail to hold me. This is beauty beyond
all recognition. The one that is truly worthy of me and my
side. Can she fill the shoes at my side and still maintain
her place at my feet. Well, if I have done my job properly,
and she is made of the quality of material I believe, then
yes, I just think she may. Only time will tell.
This is what I believe of the "one" should we
ever meet and get the chance to follow this. Otherwise,
my expertise mainly resides in fantasy fulfillment, for
the most part women's and my own.
Sincerely,
Sire Wolf
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