About You

Having expanded on the 'About Me' text in my previous entry, and now stepping back from it and thinking “What a monumentally egotistical soliloquy... should have called it 'I, Gasbag' or something...” it occurred to me that one way to redress the balance might to write something equally verbose about who I would like to make contact with.

OK, this is going to be even MORE tricky. No that I'm an indecisive wishy-washy guy who doesn't know what he wants, it's just difficult to put it into words. Like all good, well-adjusted individuals, I am of course a bundle of contradictions.

Or at least it may seem that way to the casual observer. Would you call a man indecisive if he likes both blonds AND redheads? Ambiguity is not always inconsistency.

For example: Am I looking for casual playmates or committed slaves?
Answer: Both.

Sort of. Ambiguity is sometimes greediness…

A kinky funbuddy who doesn't want to make a commitment outside of the sex/kink/roleplay and scrub my toilet can be a lot of fun. I have guys who fall into this category and I call them 'playsubs'. I don't 'own' them or tell them what to do when we have finished playing. Calling them 'casual' playmates is a little misleading because I have known some of them for a few years and they are most definitely friends.

A slave who wants to be my property and hand over power to me is also very welcome (though I will use different terminology; committed subordinate rather than slave, Dominance rather than ownership).

Yes, I want to have my cake and eat it. Why? Oh, erm, let me think... Oh, yes.

BECAUSE I CAN!

(Oh and, yeah, did I mention? I'll still be boinking vanilla bottoms as well. I have a healthy libido and, like they say, it's not for stirring your tea with, is it? Well, maybe for some guys; there are all kinds of bizarre fetishes out there, after all. Just let it cool down a bit before you go dunking your dong in your cuppa, OK boys? Unless you get off on scalding your todger, in which case, hey, I won't judge you.)

But I digress. As I was saying, I'm basically a greedy selfish bugger who wants it all. Right? Well, not quite. It's a little more complicated than that. Yes, I will in principle always hold onto my freedoms and prerogatives, but in reality if a sub makes a commitment to me then I am also obliged to make a commitment to him. He will get more attention, time and energy from me than anyone else that I want to fuck. Probably from anyone else at all.

My attitude towards someone whose submission is deeper than the roleplay variety – the kind of sub who is motivated by a desire to serve and please a dominant man rather than to just get his rocks off playing the part for an hour or so - is one of great respect. The more submissive a guy is, the more fascinated I am in him.

I have a very strong protective instinct and it responds to vulnerability. When someone puts himself under my power he makes himself vulnerable, so I have to protect him. The deeper he submits, the more protective I become. That doesn't just mean looking out for his physical safety and health, it also means being there for him when he needs me.

Another example of my non-inconsistent ambiguity: Am I sadist?
Answer: Yes and no.

Pain can be interesting and fun, and for different reasons. Some guys enjoy the endorphin high that comes from being hurt. Some enjoy it because of the humiliation aspect. Some derive a submissive satisfaction from enduring the ordeal in order to please the Dom. All of the above interests me very much, and I am very happy to dish out the stimulus as required.

But what if you don't like pain? Not for any of the above reasons? Doesn't that mean I won't be interested in you? I just said I like dishing it out, didn't I?

Actually, yes, I will still be interested in you if you don't like pain. If I know that a playsub doesn't get off on being hurt then I won't feel frustrated, because the domination and sex is more important to me anyway. If a committed sub doesn't enjoy pain, that is not a problem, there is a lot more to a Dominant/submissive relationship than sadomasochism. Plus, it means I can use corporal punishment without the fear that you'll be enjoying it, thereby defeating the object!

Am I into humiliation?
Answer: Maybe.

Humiliation is very similar to physical pain in the way people respond to it. For some it will be destructive to their self-esteem. For others it will be an aphrodisiac. Being basically a nice guy, I'm a lot more into triggering the latter than the former.

As with pain, though, humiliation can be used against someone who doesn't like it as a punishment. I would always be very careful how I used it, though, and it would always be a means to an end rather than an end in itself.

Really, I'm open to a lot of variety. I don't have a template that I expect all subs to aspire to in order to satisfy me. There are surely as many different types of subs as there are people who say “I'm submissive.” and different does not always mean better or worse.

Maybe you also have a little bit of ambiguity yourself, especially if you're inexperienced. You're not sure how deep you want your submission to go. You're not sure if you want to take pain and humiliation or not. That's OK, we can start off simple and start exploring slowly, seeing where it takes us and enjoying the journey.

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About me - the FULL version!

Well, it finally happened; the text section of my Recon profile has become so staggeringly long-winded I decided it was time to cut it down to a more manageable size. It's not really fair to expect guys to plough through 527 words of waffle just to find out if they want me to tie them up and boink them or not.

Here is the unabridged ME:

About me

Strong, Dominant, Experienced, Assertive, Protective Bondage Top.

Security man in Bounds Green N22. I am strong, dominant, experienced, assertive and protective.

Stats: short, stocky, solid: five foot seven (1. 7m), 13st (182lbs, 83kg), 40" chest (102cm), 32" waist (81cm), 15" biceps (38cm), 20" furry thighs (51cm), zero cropped, blue eyes, frosted beard, smooth chest, belly, tattooed, chunky and fit, plenty of stamina.

What I'm into:

I don't have a long shopping list of fetishes that I am into, or tons of gear, it's mainly about control, rope and SEX ... I'm also VERY much a vanilla top. I was born to fuck.

Leather, uniforms, etc. look good but I'm more into the domination and sex than I am into the dressing-up part of it all. The mental connection is what counts. I've always got my boots on, though, and they often need a good polish!

For me domination and bondage can be just for fun, or it can be part of a more serious arrangement. I have play subs (kinky funbuddies) and sometimes I have committed subs (which other Dom guys call slaves). The distinction between these two categories is very important, though I recognise that there are many shades of grey inbetween. It's OK if you don't know exactly where you are on the spectrum, that's something that can be explored over time.

Pain play can be fun but I often have a good time without being sadistic. I always spank, though. It's almost like an unconscious reflex, like blinking or breathing. A fuck without a spank is like a doughnut with no jam... If I take it further it doesn't go to anything more scary than CBT, TT and flogging. I don't do anything extreme, messy or dangerous.

If you're interested in exploring your masochism it's a different story; I'm turned on by strong reactions. I'll take you where you want to go, and bring you back in one piece.

If I am using pain as punishment or coercion it won't be kinky play-acting. It's purpose will be to HURT, in order to enforce my will, not to get you off.

Humiliation is something I might use as a means to an end, the end being attitude adjustment. I'm not into destroying a person's self-esteem and you'll never hear me calling a sub or a slave "worthless". Why would I be interested in something worthless? Submission is a beautiful thing. Deep submission is a rare and precious thing. Subs and slaves need care, protection and appropriate respect.

PLEASE NOTE: Being a responsible Top means I'm very health and safety conscious. Safer sex always, no exceptions.

Also, I've learned from experience that 'chem-friendly' and 'timewaster' mean the same thing.

Rope:

My profile shows examples of my rigging. My website RopeTop.com has more photos. I'm developing my rope bondage techniques and always experimenting, creating and improving.

I'm a friendly guy and happy to chat to anyone. If you see me out and about feel free to come up and say hi. I'm the short, beardy bloke, probably with half a ton of rope hanging off his left hip. . .

Other stuff:

In my spare time I do martial arts and submission wrestling - as a sport, NOT as a fetish. In other words, sex and fighting are two totally SEPARATE hobbies. Please remember that.

I wrestle for the thrill, for the joy of unleashed aggression and for the beautiful warm glow in my muscles afterwards. I appreciate the erotic aspect of it all but I never get turned on when I am fighting. I'm too busy trying to win.

SERIOUS grapplers say hi, I love a good scrap!

Heels, jobbers and guys who want to know if I'm "into sleeper holds" please bugger off and have a wank.

I read a lot, usually fiction - crime, sci-fi, horror, the usual escapist stuff.

I also like languages. I can get by in sign language (SSE not BSL), and uczę się polskiego, ale mówię tylko kilka słow. Czy chhę pomogać mnie być lepszy?

What I'm looking for

A RESPECT FOR AUTHORITY

Submissive guys for BDSM play and/or committed service. I prefer slim or toned types. Physique is more important to me than age. Hairy or smooth, masculine or camp, any race.

Roleplay is fun. A committed sub or puppy, who wants control and service that goes beyond sex, is even better. Can you take orders, polish my boots, iron my work uniform?

Novices welcome. I will take responsibility for your development and your safety. I am very protective of those who submit to me. I look after my boys.

If you want to play you must be single or in an open relationship.

A GOOD ATTITUDE GETS MY ATTENTION

If you're a vanilla bottom and you've got a fit ass I'll probably be interested so gimme a nudge. . .

I'm also interested in meeting other Dominant guys for friendship and/or co-Topping.

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The Baron's Stable - Part 9

Walking into the club was like walking into another world.

The warm darkness was filled with moving bodies: a mixture of shiny, dark coverings and naked flesh; muscle, tattoos, bare buttocks, rope, boots...

Mick led the way for the Baron, making a path for him and his boys. Steve brought up the rear. People gave them curious glances as Mick ushered them aside, despite their own unusual appearance.

They made their way across the vast floor of the converted factory, coloured laser beams scribbling rapid shapes at their feet. Music pounded through the air but few people were dancing, most were milling around in groups, chatting, drinking and watching the antics of a few more active participants.

Along one wall were erected various pieces of equipment to which people were tied, chained, bent over, strapped to, hung from or were otherwise restrained. A naked man was fixed to a large wooden X-shaped cross and being whipped by a woman dressed in bright red leather boots that went all the way up to her thighs. A girl intricately wrapped up in rope like an exotic parcel suspended from a small hoist was being tormented by a stout man with a vibrator in each hand.

They headed towards the far end of the room, where tables had been set up and diners were waited on by outlandishly-dressed French maids. A tall young drag queen in a sequinned gown, made even taller by highly-stacked platform boots, looked Mick up and down appreciatively. He smirked and winked at her. He and Steve were both in uniform, the khaki green sleeveless T-shirts and black leather trousers that the Baron favoured, their boots shined to perfection.

Baron Michael himself was in a military dress uniform, looking something like an Admiral. His navy blue jacket was pressed and the sleeves decorated with gold braid. Beneath this he wore a dark blue shirt and black trousers tucked into his usual riding boots.

Tonight he had three boys with him: Jamie, Paul and Taz. All young, handsome, fit and naked. Mick and Steve therefore had a total of four bodies to guard. Each boy wore a collar that showed they were owned and a pair of sandals, nothing else. It was Mick's job to keep an eye on them (as well as the Baron himself) and this was not exactly a difficult task: the boys were beautiful.

A young man stood waiting for them; tall and refined looking and wearing form-fitting white rubber. The form it was fitting was admirable. He saw Mick and smiled.To the Baron he said “This way, please. Lady Alicia is waiting for you.”

He led them to a table with two large, ornate wooden chairs. In one sat the Lady Alicia, an elegant woman in a striking scarlet dress. The other chair was empty. The Baron smiled at her and she rose as he approached.

“Michael!”

“My Lady!”

They hugged and kissed and then sat down. Mick pulled out the chair for the Baron, and pushed it back in when the Baron was seated. Then he and Steve took up position a few feet away. The three boys sat on the floor at the Baron's feet. The man in white rubber kneeled by the side of the Lady.

She sipped from a flute of champagne. “Michael, you are a bad boy! Not so much as an email for months. I should spank you right here, in front of all these good people.”

The Baron laughed. “I humbly beg your forgiveness. How can I make it up to you?”

The Lady frowned, deep in thought, and cast her gaze over the Baron's three boys and two guards. Her eyes came to rest appreciatively on Steve. “Hmm. I don't know, darling, maybe you could let me play with one of your boys? You seem to have more than enough to go round!”

“The boys, yes. My bodyguards are a different matter, however. They are actual employees, not slaves. Plus they are on duty!”

She pouted. “I promise not to break them!” She smiled at Steve, who sheepishly grinned. Mick knew Steve was bisexual, but the Lady was about twice his age. She looked good for it, but was Steve partial to being whipped?

Michael chuckled. “Well maybe they can provide a little titillation for you. Steve, Mick, shirts off.”

“Yes, Sir.” Both men peeled off their tops, feeling the Lady's eyes roaming over their torsos. Steve was a fit young bloke with a nice toned body, but Mick noticed that the Lady was also taking an interest in his own heavy-set frame and hairy chest.

“Nice specimens, Michael. I'd love to put them to the test against my scorpion.” One hand caressed the coiled bull whip attached to her belt. Mick felt his jaw fall open. Steve's eyes went very wide.

The Baron howled with laughter. “Alicia, you're incorrigible! Always wanting what you can't have!” He glared at her over his champagne glass and added pointedly “Until you get it, that is!”

“I don't know what you mean, Michael, darling!” She looked at Steve. “What's your name, bodyguard?”

“Steve, Ma'am.”

“Have you ever been whipped, Steve?”

“No, Ma'am.”

“Would you like to try it sometime?”

Mick had to suppress a smirk. Steve was blushing!

“I... I don't know, Ma'am.”

Poor guy. Everyone was looking at him. Lady Alicia's dark lovely eyes seemed to devour him. The Baron's eyes sparkled with amusement and a little curiosity. His three boys stared in fascination. The Lady's slave was smiling in a mysterious, knowing way.

She pouted at the Baron. “Oh, go on. Please! Pretty please!”

The Baron shrugged. “The man's a free agent. Being flogged at a kinkfest wasn't in his contract. I can't coerce him. Why don't you use one of my boys? Paul here has a high pain threshold.”

“Hmm, maybe as an hors d'œuvre .” She kept her eyes on Steve, flickering now and then to look at Mick also.

The Baron scratched his chin, gazing at the high ceiling. Mick could almost hear the cogs turning. “Steve, how would you like a bonus this month?”

“A bonus, Sir?”

“Jamie here.” The Baron indicated one of the boys at his feet. Jamie was cute: a slim redhead, twenty-one, captivating green eyes. “Everyone knows you've got a hard-on for him the size of Madagascar. Submit to the good Lady here tonight and you can have your wicked way with Jamie.”

More blushing. Steve looked confused, excited, terrified... But he quickly composed himself, standing straight with his hands behind his back and looked the Baron directly in the eye. “Yes, Sir.”

The Lady hooted with a triumphant laugh, clapping her hands. She then leaned over the table and planted a kiss on the Baron's lips. “Thank you, darling! I love you!”

A maid approached the table carrying a silver tray. The starters had arrived.

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