ArizonaDaddy
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- Oct 28, 2009
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A New Style of Personal Ad: An Exposition
It took Me a long time to really understand Myself as a Dominant. In my teens, I was introduced to bdsm by a friend who was six years my senior. After watching a several b&d videos, I was intrigued. It didn’t take long for certain desires to awaken within Me. Soon after, I embarked on a journey which is still sailing its way upon a sea of self-discovery.
At first, I engaged in just a bit of simple bdsm; a little bondage and spanking was My initiation into the lifestyle. Little by little, I continued to explore. As both a submissive and as a Dominant, I found out what I liked, what I needed, and what turned Me off. As I explored more, I eventually found that certain activities which had initially offended Me were suddenly capturing my interest. In fact, at times, I was even shocked at what I was starting to desire; things that I held as ‘wrong’ or 'nasty' were becoming arousing.
There were only a few people who knew this side of Me then. When I could, I would explore different kinks and fetishes as if I were advancing through an ‘activity list’ and making mental checkmarks as to what I liked and didn’t like. Soon, I reached a point where I uncovered a diametric aspect to my personality. Part of Me has always been a very sweet and caring Daddy Dom; the other part of Me was a sadist. For a long time I fought the sadistic side of Myself. I thought it was wrong and immoral. But there was something in Me that kept rearing up.
As I started accepting My sadism, the Daddy Dom in Me started to merge and the distinctions were nil. Could a Daddy be so tender and loving, yet so sadistic at the same time? Well, yes, I came to realize.
To one who sees Me from the outside, I am very gentle. Truth be told, I choose to reserve My sadism for the one who can captivate My attention in every way. I am much more sadistic than I reveal to most. For My sadism to blossom, she must be in love with Me. She must love Me so much that she accepts My torments with willingness; in fact, the closer she is pushed to her limit, the greater is My ecstasy. This takes trust and patience; it takes time. Maybe I feel that if I was to reveal certain things too soon, she would run away. But with love and a little mindful manipulation, I eventually bend her free will to satisfy My darkest, deepest, kinkiest, perverse, and depraved desires.
Sometimes I seduce her submissiveness to fulfill My desires; other times, I outright manipulate or connive her into things, perhaps things that are even outside of her comfort zone… because doing so adds to My arousal.
Yes, I sincerely love making her happy and satisfying her desires and needs, but I equally enjoy seeing her struggle and suffer. However, this suffering isn’t random nor for naught; it’s well-orchestrated and ultimately for her own good. Perhaps it teaches her a deep lesson in obedience, or maybe it stretches and reveals her limits; maybe it even breaks deep-seated egotism, tears down walls, or bares her innermost self. Whatever it is, I intuit her humility and I feel her pain... and it turns Me way the fuck on!!!
But I hope she doesn’t cry... I hope she doesn’t cry because it will excite Me even more. Yes, it will. The first time I made a girl cry (and I mean a real, true, deep cry from having her limits tested), I felt the most amazing sexual, emotional, and mental stimulation I had ever felt. At first I thought I was a horrible person; I thought I was downright sadistic. So I tried to banish that excitement. But every time I thought about her tears and her sobs and her ‘damaged ego’, I became more and more excited! That is when I realized I was a sadist.
That was many, many years ago. Of course, My sadism is not for everyone. As I explored Myself more and more, I found that if a girl was dull and colorless, no matter how much I humiliated or hurt her, it wasn’t very exciting… but, if she was a good girl… if she was intelligent... if she was a sweetheart… if she had values and morals… if there was something ‘pure’ about her (even though she may have naughty *and perhaps nasty* desires)… and if she was willing to devote herself to surrendering… then and only then, My perverted desires would take an interest in stretching and bending her will to My own… then and only then would the relationship become sadistically delicious!
But such girls are indeed VERY rare! If such a one exists, she would be corrupted and used as much as she would be loved and cherished. And that’s the dichotomy of it all; we would both find pleasure from pain, freedom from restriction, and affection from affliction...
...and after I’ve nearly broken her, I would hold her and cuddle her. I would kiss all her boo-boos and wipe away her tears. I would tell her she is such a good girl. I would tell her how much Daddy loves her. And even though every one of My comforting words and touches are sincere, I look forward to imposing My sadism on her again in a new and uniquely creative way sometime in the near future...
...and as I’m cuddling with her during that much-needed aftercare, I perceive she is in an exalted state of sexual arousal. She not only loves the comforting; she is still highly intoxicated by the sadistic treatment that preceded it. We consummate our relationship in the midst of tears from pain and breaths of devotion. First, our love-making is sweet and filled with deep soul-stirring eye contact and pleasure… inevitably, it becomes full-blown defilement of every part of her… and it’s exactly what she has secretly wanted for as long as she can remember.
Does such a girl exist? Is she out there? Is she already in My life? I just don’t know, but I’m going to keep looking until she is found.
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It took Me a long time to really understand Myself as a Dominant. In my teens, I was introduced to bdsm by a friend who was six years my senior. After watching a several b&d videos, I was intrigued. It didn’t take long for certain desires to awaken within Me. Soon after, I embarked on a journey which is still sailing its way upon a sea of self-discovery.
At first, I engaged in just a bit of simple bdsm; a little bondage and spanking was My initiation into the lifestyle. Little by little, I continued to explore. As both a submissive and as a Dominant, I found out what I liked, what I needed, and what turned Me off. As I explored more, I eventually found that certain activities which had initially offended Me were suddenly capturing my interest. In fact, at times, I was even shocked at what I was starting to desire; things that I held as ‘wrong’ or 'nasty' were becoming arousing.
There were only a few people who knew this side of Me then. When I could, I would explore different kinks and fetishes as if I were advancing through an ‘activity list’ and making mental checkmarks as to what I liked and didn’t like. Soon, I reached a point where I uncovered a diametric aspect to my personality. Part of Me has always been a very sweet and caring Daddy Dom; the other part of Me was a sadist. For a long time I fought the sadistic side of Myself. I thought it was wrong and immoral. But there was something in Me that kept rearing up.
As I started accepting My sadism, the Daddy Dom in Me started to merge and the distinctions were nil. Could a Daddy be so tender and loving, yet so sadistic at the same time? Well, yes, I came to realize.
To one who sees Me from the outside, I am very gentle. Truth be told, I choose to reserve My sadism for the one who can captivate My attention in every way. I am much more sadistic than I reveal to most. For My sadism to blossom, she must be in love with Me. She must love Me so much that she accepts My torments with willingness; in fact, the closer she is pushed to her limit, the greater is My ecstasy. This takes trust and patience; it takes time. Maybe I feel that if I was to reveal certain things too soon, she would run away. But with love and a little mindful manipulation, I eventually bend her free will to satisfy My darkest, deepest, kinkiest, perverse, and depraved desires.
Sometimes I seduce her submissiveness to fulfill My desires; other times, I outright manipulate or connive her into things, perhaps things that are even outside of her comfort zone… because doing so adds to My arousal.
Yes, I sincerely love making her happy and satisfying her desires and needs, but I equally enjoy seeing her struggle and suffer. However, this suffering isn’t random nor for naught; it’s well-orchestrated and ultimately for her own good. Perhaps it teaches her a deep lesson in obedience, or maybe it stretches and reveals her limits; maybe it even breaks deep-seated egotism, tears down walls, or bares her innermost self. Whatever it is, I intuit her humility and I feel her pain... and it turns Me way the fuck on!!!
But I hope she doesn’t cry... I hope she doesn’t cry because it will excite Me even more. Yes, it will. The first time I made a girl cry (and I mean a real, true, deep cry from having her limits tested), I felt the most amazing sexual, emotional, and mental stimulation I had ever felt. At first I thought I was a horrible person; I thought I was downright sadistic. So I tried to banish that excitement. But every time I thought about her tears and her sobs and her ‘damaged ego’, I became more and more excited! That is when I realized I was a sadist.
That was many, many years ago. Of course, My sadism is not for everyone. As I explored Myself more and more, I found that if a girl was dull and colorless, no matter how much I humiliated or hurt her, it wasn’t very exciting… but, if she was a good girl… if she was intelligent... if she was a sweetheart… if she had values and morals… if there was something ‘pure’ about her (even though she may have naughty *and perhaps nasty* desires)… and if she was willing to devote herself to surrendering… then and only then, My perverted desires would take an interest in stretching and bending her will to My own… then and only then would the relationship become sadistically delicious!
But such girls are indeed VERY rare! If such a one exists, she would be corrupted and used as much as she would be loved and cherished. And that’s the dichotomy of it all; we would both find pleasure from pain, freedom from restriction, and affection from affliction...
...and after I’ve nearly broken her, I would hold her and cuddle her. I would kiss all her boo-boos and wipe away her tears. I would tell her she is such a good girl. I would tell her how much Daddy loves her. And even though every one of My comforting words and touches are sincere, I look forward to imposing My sadism on her again in a new and uniquely creative way sometime in the near future...
...and as I’m cuddling with her during that much-needed aftercare, I perceive she is in an exalted state of sexual arousal. She not only loves the comforting; she is still highly intoxicated by the sadistic treatment that preceded it. We consummate our relationship in the midst of tears from pain and breaths of devotion. First, our love-making is sweet and filled with deep soul-stirring eye contact and pleasure… inevitably, it becomes full-blown defilement of every part of her… and it’s exactly what she has secretly wanted for as long as she can remember.
Does such a girl exist? Is she out there? Is she already in My life? I just don’t know, but I’m going to keep looking until she is found.
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