leonine
Posts: 409
Joined: 11/3/2009 From: [email protected] Status: offline
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I met my late slave-wife through a paper newsletter, yes, it was that long ago. I was aiming to get out of a failing marriage, and joined a BDSM contact group thinking something would come out of it eventually; spotted an ad a couple of months later, exchanged letters for a few months (4 days minimum from post to reply, you tell the kids now, they won't believe you...) then met her, tied her down and beat and screwed the living daylights out of her for about 10 hours straight, and married her a month later. When she died (nothing I did, honest, Officer,) I knew I shouldn't go looking for someone else right away. But I hung out and posted on a BDSM forum (not CM, can't even remember now what it was,) and one day someone I never heard of PMed me "Why don't you check out T's advert, she looks like she'd suit you?" So I looked, and liked what I saw, and wrote to her, and a few months later I collared her. A while later she admitted that she'd sent the original PM from a throwaway account because she liked my style, and I duly punished her for being too smart. That relationship was too good to be true, but it was great while it lasted. While it was burning out I got into an online friendship with a Domme who I could talk to about all kinds of things, from M/s to sci-fi to politics to old rock music; but after a while she started reacting oddly to innocent things I said. Finally she explained that what was bothering her was an overwhelming urge to submit to me, which was NOT HER! So once I'd dumped the slave (for running off then begging to be taken back one time too many,) I met her in 3D and showed her that submitting to me was very much her. And we've been together for eight years and counting. Moral: You can find love, and even a Master or a slave, by words on the screen. And with luck and the grace of Eros, it can last.
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Leo9 Gonna pack in my hand, pick up on a piece of land and build myself a cabin in the woods. It's there I'm gonna stay, until there comes a day when this old world starts a-changing for the good. - James Taylor
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