silencieux

IC Name: Dark_Energy Joined: 31 May 2008 Last visit: 101 days ago Sex/gender: Male Location: Crewe, UK Age: 52

Out in the countryside, that vast Victorian house with a touch of the Gothic . Walled gardens and a Green Door from H G Wells, cast-iron patio furniture, out-buildings. His neighbours wonder just who he is and what he does. He is out early , back late. His cleaner is from out of town. They hear occasional Verdi , possibly even some Floyd , and very occasionally - was that a scream ?

Wardrobes and dressing rooms stretch into the distance. Lace shirts and uniforms in some, sharp suits in others and one at least holding a surprise from the planetary allegory that was Narnia. Here the real world and dream blur , like a library come alive , full of twisted passages , unfinished stories and words without end. Somewhere in his cellar is a cask of Amontillado still waiting to be tapped.

He's single , sane, safe, solvent, sophisticated and possibly looking for a play partner. Or maybe he is just looking for friends.

Longer term - who knows? - he hopes to find someone that he could share his complex life with, and life for him is much more than the delights of the dungeon. In his youth he was an accomplished mountaineer ( he still takes to the hills when he can ), a musician, metaphysical poet and metal sculptor. He just loves making things: maps, music, machinery - his home is a "shadow museum" of invention. He spends as much time looking for kitchen toys as looking for dungeon toys. Sometimes, he finds something that serves for both..

Several longish-term relationships have taught him that top/bottom play is what turns him on - vanilla never really worked. So he is into enemas (for cleaning, punishment or just humiliation), butt plugs (electrical, inflatable or Ralgex-coated), a variety of straitjackets , piercing (nipple, labial etc.), the flogging horse, the caning stool, the tawse, hoods (with various fitments) for prolonged periods (often overnight), earplugs, opaque contact lenses, gags (inflatable, dental and feeding), the fucking machine, stringent Japanese bondage with a glue-pot of molten wax, the violet wand, body bags in heated cabinets, medical probes, clamps and stimulators. He has room upon room of toys - would these things make you beg, simper and grovel... for more?

At other times, a long, slow, dinner with candles left firmly in their place. Seeking one who would dare to breach his natural shyness and steal a glimpse of the bright glare that may still burn in the depths of his fragile heart.

He's not a Dom in the 24/7 lifestyle sense. He tells people what to do all day, solves their problems , gives them advice and manages their global projects (that's why he doesn't have a photo of himself on here - he'd rather not be outed). He wants an equal who is also a "bottom", so we can share and satisfy our mutual desires. If you are a slightish, single girl with a compelling rubber fetish, a wardrobe full of latex and if you need "Dream Topping" rather than mere domming - He may (or may not) be what you are looking for.

If this isn't for you, then thank you for reading so far, and I do hope that you find what you are seeking

But there is always me... the hopeless romantic

Eye colour: stable   Hair colour: changing   Height: 6ft   Weight: 12st   BMI: 22.6  

This profile was last updated on 30 Jul 10, 7:19 PM.

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