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IC Name: Ritualistic Joined: 4 Mar 2003 Last visit: 21 hours ago Sex/gender: Male Location: London / Essex, UK Age: 37

Through a series of unlikely events which I don't entirely understand myself I am now in a committed relationship with a submissive woman; about whom I cannot fully express the extent of my love, respect and admiration.

However, the sanitised Hollywood Fairytale version might go something like this....

Black. Title-card: "Once upon a time"

Slow fade up.

Narrator's Voice Over:

"It was a time of romance...

Late one night a girl unexpectedly contacted a boy via messenger. This surprised the boy since he recognised the girl's nick.

He had noticed her eloquent and intelligent profile, but had discounted her with a whistful sigh; since he was three decades too young for the girl's liking.

As they chatted, messenger crashed, so they switched to the phone. The boy's heart flutted when she spoke of wanting to hire an island fortress in the Channel. The boy blurted out his dream of illuminating the Fortress' battlements with a firework display reflected in the sea.

And so it came to pass that the boy and the girl ended up saying the rude words. Afterwards the boy, being both a responsible Dom and desperate to keep the girl talking, banged on about the importance of aftercare in a relationship. Then he reluctantly said goodnight.

The girl disappered. The boy was smitten.

Unbeknownst to the boy the girl had come out of a long term relationship and only wanted to use the boy for phone sex.

Over the months, the girl would appear mysteriously, then disappear again without ceremony.

Try as he could, the boy couldn't manage to convince the girl to meet him for a date. The girl was adamant that she didn't want a relationship. Then she disappeared again.

The boy despaired and resumed the dating process.

Then the girl appeared again. The boy suggested that they meet up as "just" friends. The girl agreed. The boy was elated that his stratagem had succeeded.

On the appointed day the boy prepared himself by atiring himself in the finest chalk-stripe and acquiring a modest token for the girl.

The boy called the girl in a break from work. She sounded hesitant and suggested that they cancel their reservation at the romantic restaurant which the boy had selected. The girl suggested a quiet drink at her local instead.

After work, the boy called the girl to confirm. The girl said she was ill and suggested that they reschedule. Crestfallen, the boy took a fortifying whiskey, before embarking on the long journey home with his plumage resoundingly between his legs.

The girl never mentioned rescheduling again.

For the boy, other dates with other girls came and went.

Then some months later the girl appeared out of the ether again. The boy decided to grasp the nettle. She agreed to meet him, upon certain terms.

Attired in finest chalk-stripe and with a dusty token the boy prepared to be disappointed again. He waited in the appointed pub, expectantly. The girl arrived, late, attired in the clothes she had slept in; and with what can only be described as a tea cosy on her head.

The girl appeared flustered and hastened the boy to finish his pint and accompany her to the evil vegetarian restaurant that she had chosen to test the boy with.

Over dinner the girl retained her mystique. Try as he could, the boy's stratagems were casually disarmed. Concerned that he was losing his slender charm, the boy decided to go with the flow. And so they flirted intellectualy. They discussed humour, gender politics and work. However, any attempt to mention pervery was ignored by the girl.

Then, the boy was momentarily distracted from his insultingly poor vegetable curry by an explosion of flash bulbs oustide the restaurant. The girl explained that the pappazzi were chasing a famous female who was embroiled in a high-profile divorce and had been dining alone in the evil vegetarian restaurant. The boy told the girl he was repulsed by the mysogeny of the press. At last the girl looked impressed.

The boy casually suggested that they move on for coffee; uncertain as to wether the girl was interested. As they crossed the doorway, the girl turned to the boy and offered him a blow-job in a secluded churchyard. That second, the breeze blew the tea-cosy off her head.

The boy gazed directly into the girl's eyes. For the first time the girl looked confused. She asked the boy for permission to pick her hat up off the street. The boy refused. He leaned in and said that he didn't want a blow job, but that he'd steal a kiss. The boy held her gaze and with a twinkle in his eye he grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her into the sailor kiss pose. Her hat played in the breeze as they kissed"

Cut to black. Roll Credits.

Well, that was nearly a year ago. In that time the girl has told the boy that she didn't want a boyfriend, or a Dom. He was dumped. Then she realised what she had lost and they reconciled. Now they are on the eve of collaring and contemplating a future together.

The boy is eternally grateful to have found a female submissive, girlfriend, confidante, lover, advisor and best friend, who is consitantly amazing in her love, support, achievements and humility.

Simply the kind of submssive woman whom the boy had always dreamed of meeting since he was a teenager and had begun to suspect didn't exist.

"It's serious, as serious can be"

Previously:

MYSELF

I am a 32 year old lifestyle Dom with over 8 years experience on the London BDSM/fetish scene. In that time I have had the opportunity to guide a number of female submissives on their journey of exploration through BDSM, from complete novices to experienced players.

Now, I am specifically seeking a comitted long term realtionship with a woman who is sexually submissive in the boudoir, but who can be a lover, friend, confidant and equal outside the bedroom. I consider myself to be intelligent, cultured and open to new experiences and I seek the same qualities in a submissive.

MY IDEAL PARTNER

I am specifically seeking a single fem-sub between the ages of 24-35, from newbie to experienced player, with a sincere desire to explore and express her submissive nature through serving a demanding Dom. The qualities I look for in a submissive are intelligence, sense of humour, a free spirit and an open mindedness to exploring new experiences. I also seek someone who can challenge and inspire me to new heights of delicious deviance. Must be nicotine tolerant.

Also interested in meeting new friends for discussion, munches and the divine decadence of London club scene!

MY TASTES

Art and culture are important to me and I seek someone with a similar outlook on life, if different tastes. For me what someone's cultural interests are is as important as what's in their BDSM checklist. Here are some random gubbins I pretend to like in the absence of anything better:

Films: Apocalypse Now, Miller's Crossing, Weekend, Festen, Jules et Jim, Oldboy, City of God, 21 Grams, Memento, Fight Club, Dead Man, M*A*S*H.

Pervy Films: The Night Porter, Maitress, Salo - The 120 days of Sodom, any John Waters, Cum on Aileeen.

Music: Tom Waits, Nick Cave, Mark Lanegan, Nirvana, Jonny Cash, Nick Drake, Radiohead, Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Ella Fitzgerald, Nina Simone, NIN, Tool, Zeppelin, Jane's Addiction, Rage Against The Machine, dEUS, Joy Division, Clash, Pistols, Massive Attack, Tricky, Goldfrapp, DJ Shadow, UNKLE, DJ Format, Jurassic 5, Bonnie "Prince" Billy, Iron and Wine, Smog, Cinematic Orchestra, Dirty Three, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Sigur Ros and Septic Wound Party. Okay, I made that last one up. Shhh.

Books: De Sade, Amis, Self, Eco, Pynchon, Coupland, Palahniuk, Bellow, Rushdie, Chandler, Naomi Klein, Eric Schlosser, The Idler and Chap Magazines.

TV: Sopranos, Six Feet Under, Nip/Tuck, Simpsons, South Park, Black Books, Peep Show, Spaced, Python, Newsnight, The Politics Show, The Avengers.

Art: Rothko. There is no-one else. *fingers in ears*

Food and Drink: Single estate arabica coffee, game and shellfish (especially venison and scallops), espresso martinis, thai, vietnamese and korean food. Oh and Nigella Lawson. In suspenders. Suspended.

Eye colour: greybl   Hair colour: Brown   Height: 6ft  

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