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leatherorlace -> RE: Experience versus age, young"sub"looking? (4/20/2007 2:36:06 AM)
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The quote that, smcontrol gave us in his response is flawed, but, I'll only say that it's without merit as concerns Me and the practices that, I'm embrace closely. The flaw in the quote is that, I was extremely fortunate to have been mentored by two Masters much older than, I was at the time. Both were senior grade, one a Master Hospital Corpsman, the other an orthopedic surgeon, a captain by rank that had returned from the war as a changed enlisted Corpsman, used His GI bill to enter college and won His diploma in medicine.
His attitude towards enlisted personnel reflected His rememberances of how others of higher ranks had treated Him prior to His finishing His studies, internship and a residency under another orthopod that had a deep appreciation for educated talent.
I served as a Corpsman on the Captain's ward, and became acquainted with the Chief after He broke His femur trying to crank His old Knucklehead Harley without retarding the spark. That drunken omission put Him in bed, on My ward for six months of traction and an additional six months in a one and a half Spica cast. A very limiting treatment, quite frustrating and heavy. The Chief's cast reached to just below His nipp's and down to His toes on one leg and just above the knee on the other with a cross-bar made between the two legs so that we could turn or lift Him when needed.
The Chief was assigned a bed on My side of the ward and after some initial nervousness on My part ( A HMCM ) was a rank very need that of the god's, and finding out that He was a personal friend of the Captains didn't calm My anxiety of possibly dorking up. lol
After five weeks of attending to Him and three other patients He began to explore My interest by inviting Me into His cubicle whenever He had female company mainly, but there were a few times that He inroduced Me to othet active duty of varying ranks. One of the staff nurses visited Him everyday, spent a great deal of her time attending to His bath, helped Me change His linens, massaged His exposed areas, and would close the curtains around them after she signaled her need for privacy.
I've already gone to far to say that "I'll make this short" so, I'll be more brief before this missal turns into a tome. The Chief arranged for Me to maintain His Harley while He was hospitalized and made it clear to Me that those women that He asked Me to take for a Putt or Ride to meet their desires to pack on the back were avaliable for My use. I was in Hawg Heaven, at My tender age of eighteen, fairly fresh from the mountains of NW Georgia, not a virgin by any stretch of ones imagination (that's a lengthy story in its own)
but not totally confidient of My ability to be less of a dullard and cause them some interest in Me.
I didn't know until a few months later that the Chief and Captain were grooming Me after they'd discussed My potential for being as They were.
The women, the Harley, a few request to be spanked by the females, a few times, I was begged to spank harder and take them harder, too.
The first cast that we applied to the Chief following some x-rays that revealed that the femur had adequately calcified to permit the cast and a recouperative leave for two weeks. I was one of the Medics that loaded the Chief into the ambulance for the trip to His off-base quarters. I was probably the only one that didn't become tongut tied after we arrived and found several women anxiously, but happily awaiting His arrival, at the front of His spacious house.
I had found that anytime that He made any comments of any kind, on any subject, I found Myself stopping and listening, even discussing or making any concerns or amazements known to Him so that, I wasn't deprived of complete understanding. The Captain was a bit of a tyrant towards any officers or senior NCO's that questioned His methods of treatment for the patients. I had witnessed and heard His His caustic persona more than once as He berated a nurse that had questioned His issuing an order for two cans of beer, three times a day for a patient that had very little appetite and had lost weight during his admission.
I witnessed the kick that He placed in an arguemenative nurse supervisors ass after He overheard herloudly chastizing a nurse and Corpsman for taking longer to change a dressing, and the ensuining yelp of pain from the patients as the supervisor ripped the stuck dressing from his surgical site, She never returned to His ward, just as He demanded of her as she escaped His caustuc tongue.
Both of these Men took care in advising and teaching Me the craft that they had developed over a couple of decades each in the Armed Forces. The Captain and Chief had served together at the Captains behest for many years. Both were appreciative of females, and they repeatedly schooled Me on their care and feeding.
Of the females that My two Mentors shared with Me, I at first found the young firm bod's of three that were near of slightly older than My eighteen seasons. That held true for a month or two befor, I started to note that the older women were each capable of causing My interest in them to raise My libido whenever they served or "stood" for Me as I received My regimen of instructions from My Mentors.
Pensacola was an adventure for Me before, I managed to impress My Mentors accepting Me into training by My patient care and post-surgical treatments.
What doea this abbreviated reply have to do with the subject of the initial post? Not an awful lot, but, I did want to comment on some of the generalizations here and to say that "I don't accept the PC notion that anyone can become whatever they want just by wishing and some reading and declaring themselves slave, submissive, switch, dominant, Master or the Greater Poo Bag of Poseurs".
I'm very experienced, I have some recognized expertise with many of the tools and implements of My craft, I find it laughable whenever, I discover another eirhteen year old slave that'll soon be graduating from highschool and is seeking an experienced Master that's closer to her age.
I find it somewhat amusing that is one reads enough profiles as, I do if there's any substance to them, there are those that treat My chosen lifestyle as a hunting ground for a spouse. Others are seeking to escape from any daily contact with the outside world, especially if they have missed any of the Oprah shows. My opinion is that this lifestyle isn't a place for those into escapeism unless they're wealthy enough to pay for the privilege of being owned by a dominant that is caring and protective and fully embraces His task of developing His property into a valuable possession that one can take pride in ownership, no matter the age (legal age only).\
My hips are fine, too and even with the abundance of the passing seasons, I have seasoned well, I'm healthy, I have a preference for women that have reached a level of maturity that can be augmented by research, reading, questioning, open discussion, and reasonable expectations. I'm healthy, but, I have slowed just a tad. I no longer leap tall buildings with a single bound. I won't even enter past the first floor if there's not a working elevator.
I'm quite capable of allowing some special dispensations to those that have some physicial limitations. I can accept that past experiences might have caused some to have "buttons" that shouldn't be pushed without a method for deleting them troubling rememberances or at least causing them to be less of a problem.
If age was a state of mind and we were only as old as we thought, I'd be bumpin forty instead of getting closer to My favorite number in years. I'm sixty-four, I released two submissives one 31 and the other fortysumpin for the woman that, I've been with for the past few years. she's in her mid fistys, she has a bad hip, is a tad overweight, has sleep apnes and must sleep wearing a device that breaths for her, just had her foot operated on to correct her hammertoe, pulmonary hypertension presented it ugly head during her outpatient surgery and she spent the next six days in ICU, but, I still wouldn't trade her for a six pack of young gigglers even though she's deathly afraid now to resume our prior practices of daily Delicious Deviance.
she's actively seeking another for Me to own or use daily... I'm a declared sensual sadist, but My having followed My Mentors instructions are what developed My methods and practices into an erotic lifestyle. Their love of their propertys were obvious to Me after spending some time in their company away from the hospital. There repeated themselves enough that their warnings and instructions became cautionary
mantras that warned of maltreatment and other thoughtless nonsense.
AGE does play a factor in ones developing interests. Hormonal changes causes further explorations a given. Experience turns into a comfortable mode that usually erases most causes for the dreaded "OOPS" exclamations. Elders are an under-used resource to the younger seekers. A resource that's capable of presenting the joys, beauty and a source for mellowed introductions into a lifestyle that they soon embrace eagerly.
For those that claim to have no prejudices against the ravages of aging, I invite you to discuss the how and why's of how you came to accept that an experienced Elder is far more preferable over a claimant that can only claim adequate experience if he was raised in a lifestyle home, but admits that he may have exaggerated after his third OOPS.
Gentry
PS: I know that some will wish to debate the merit of My response. I will state here that, I don't debate stumps, bags of rocks, opinions that aren't well considered, semanticly plagued arguemenative slouches, and those that think that they're well beyond any learning curve or need, claimants that present themselves as experienced and hold some expertise with the practices or implements that we use, blah, blah, blah. Dee-Dee-Dee. I'm out of here.
Gentry
I've some preferences beyond those and will not hesitate to explain them if questioned by a woman that is seriously seeking info' and not masturbatory fodder for those times that they're free of their husbands intrusions on their cyber-sex time.
I'll offer advise to young or old males that are finding it difficult to make the site connections for info'. I most often guide them to those PC sites initially because, I don't want to be guilty of scaring the debil out of their jockeys, or have them thinking that the more extreme practices shouldn't be approached until there's a strong base of knowledge present in their educations.
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ORIGINAL: OedipusRexIt
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ORIGINAL: smcontrol
The quote that comes to mind is "Good Judgement comes from experience but experience comes from poor judgement."
I think the worst part of the age thing was when what used to be hot young women started to look like little girls.
And btw... Major hip breaking and live in health care professionals start to be an issue somewhere past forty-four. But I understand the theme.
You had me at little girls, but lost me at hip breaking...
... my hips.... still ok. I've fallen, and can still get up.
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