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People often confuse what being The Master means. Everyone thinks its about dominating everyone and everything. For some this is the case, brute force and total submission is the way they like to play, and if that’s what the case is calling for at the moment I can get into it and bring my all. That right there is the core of what i do, bring my all. No matter what the situation is,from the softest tenderest form of love making to the rawest hard tie me up and beat me down raw fucking, I bring my all to it. I feel just as good about a sexual experience that lasts ten minutes as i do about one that lasts 3 days as long as I bring my all to every experience.



One thing I like to think about myself is that I can adapt to any situation in the bedroom. Playing any part needed of me and being able to do it well is why i can honestly call myself the master. I pride myself in complete and total satisfaction for both of us when it is all said and done. That is what a master does, the bedroom is a playground and I am a big kid, he uses his imagination to adapt and enjoy anything his partner is up for or wants.



If she wants treated like a queen I will gladly get down on my hands and knees to lick her boots, and on the flip side of that if she wants thrown around tied up and spit on well that can be arranged too. Its all about figuring out what she wants and giving it to her, but the key to making it a truly memorable night is getting her to believe that’s what your into all the time. It really isn’t that easy for a guy who is just into making love or just fucking to really throw himself into a little BDSM. The feelings and emotions you have to show are really not there,so I guess I’d have to say being a little bit of an actor helps a lot.



I can say I don’t have to fake anything when it comes to the bedroom, I love it all. To be honest my personal preferences lean more towards the rougher side of things strangulation, and rape role-playing, but there is nothing better than feeling a woman’s body react to when i spend an hour kissing, licking, and nibbling every square inch of her body. It just drives me up a wall as much as it does her building her towards the edge, and I almost cant contain myself when i push her over it. Getting it done in return is even better.



My mental state has a lot to do with what helps me in the pursuit of perfection as well. I am bi polar so that helps with being able to work any and all forms of bedroom activities, and I have OCD as well which almost forces me to be the best i can be. Finally, and this could be the mostly important part of convincing her that what we are doing is what i am best at, would be my sociopathic tendencies.



That I believe is what makes me the master, not because I can dominate you, but because I have done my best to master the art of pleasing my lover. Whether it is the first time or the 100th time, each experience is as amazing as I can make it. My ego isn’t fulfilled if it isn’t, and come on in the end isn’t that the most important thing??

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PsychWardSiren
18:04 Sep 29 2011

I agree to a point. Being a Master truely goes outside the bedroom as well. If I submit to One I see as a Master then I will submit not only to Him in the bedroom but outside of it as well. It is not all about sex.

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As much as people talk about evil, and with all of the writing that’s been done about the subject, you would think that we could understand it a little bit better. From movies about schizos, psychos, and freaks, all the way down to the first book about evil called the Bible, everyone talks about the evil demon a person has become, the evil things they do, and so on. All of that, and I’ve never really heard too much about where it comes from, or what exactly makes a person truly evil.



What is evil? Is the guy who drowns a litter of puppies in the tub evil, simply because he can’t afford to take care of them, and can’t find anyone who wants them? I guess it depends on a few factors, and how you look at it. Sure, it takes a cold heart to do a deed like that, but what would happen if he were to just let those pups loose to fend for themselves? They would either starve or turn wild. People would call him an evil bastard for doing it, but those of us who think on another path know he would be doing something humane in that “evil” deed.



How could he do something like that?, you ask. The guy who takes an axe and kills his mother and father, you would ask him the same thing. When we ask him why, all we do is take what he says and twist it to suite our own notions of rationality, and simply state that he’s evil. I mean, no one kills with out a reason; it’s never for the sheer joy of it. No matter what the media and so-called psychiatrists try to tell us.



The mother and father who badgered him into doing everything their way. Never a chance for a free personal thought in his head at all, but at the same time there is the love for his parents that makes him take it for all those years. It all boils over and he strikes out in one violent and graphic act that shocks us into thinking that he is truly evil. Who is truly evil here? The guy who does the deed or the parents who drove him over the edge to do the unspeakable act of evil?



I mean we all see the effects of evil, but no one ever thought too seriously about either where it comes from or what spawns these thoughts of destruction in their minds . Does it start with the little boy who derives joy from pulling the wings off flies, and laughs with glee as he chases down lizards and pulls the tails off of them? Is it this simple pleasure that starts the ball rolling or is already there to start with?



Could it be that the power he feels with experimentation of torture and the eventual death of of these creatures smaller than him that spawns the evil in his soul? This sweet little kid who still kisses his mother goodbye before school, and collects baseball cards just like all the other kids in his neighborhood, could he already harbor the evil in his heart that drives him to do the things that he does?



The heart of a person is a very tricky thing. You never can tell which way it could go. The girl who told you a thousand times that she “loves” you with all her heart, suddenly turns a cold shoulder and acts like you never meant a thing. What could make a someone you know has a sweet heart and you thought had a very kind soul do that? The attention she used to get from the boys when she was younger, and she would let them look up her skirt so they would “like” her, but when she wouldn’t let them any more they wouldn’t talk to her.



It’s gonna play with someones mind after a while, and she’ll learn that if she wants the attention she can have it, but if she doesn’t want it why should she care? — They didn’t. Of course she’s gonna learn early on that she can be like that, but why? True evil comes from within. It has to, because there’s no other pheasable explanation out there. There’s good and evil in all of us, but it’s how our hearts are motivated that leads us to do what we do. Your heart is the perfect Yin-Yang. It can harbor the solid white light of unbridled love, or the sheer black darkness of pure evil.



Everybody is evil in their own way. Nobody is without it in their heart. We couldn’t function as a society without it. It’s not that we necessarily try to be, although some out there do strive to show how evil they can be, but it is existent in all human life. There isn’t a human alive who hasn’t explored, in some way or another, the evil within their own hearts. Like that plot you hatched to get even with your best friend for sleeping with your girl. Even the best friend has to admit to the evil he has in him for doing what he did, knowing what it would do to you and not caring enough to stop.



There’s definitely no denying the evil that is within each and everyone of us. You honestly can’t be a good person unless you understand your evil, and where it comes from. That’s the big question though, huh? Some of us have just been beaten and kicked around until there is nothing left in us but pure hatred and malice towards all people. My question is was it always there, or did we have to be pushed and prodded until it just comes boiling up to the surface and stays there?



Only if you understand your hatred and evil can you ever appreciate the truest forms of kindness and love. No matter how much anger and pain are clouding your mind, the little things that people do for you are always there. Remember — even Norman Bates loved his mother

-MK

How do you describe loneliness to someone who has never spent a second alone? It is the harshest pain you can feel, to be truly alone in the world. People seem to think it is purely a mental pain but the physical aspect of solitude is just as painful as any cut I’ve ever had. The heavy heart, the way it throbs and beats heavier when your alone. It pounds in your chest, like a blacksmiths hammer on an old anvil, until it feels like it might burst from your chest. A feeling so low like you’ve got no reason to even go on with such a meaningless life, but what can you do?



You go on with your lifeless existence thinking that no one cares, and it tears you up inside. Not knowing or understanding what is so wrong with you that no one wants to be near you or even wants to take the time to get to know you. It messes with your mind, hard, and no matter how hard you try nothing seems to ease your mind enough to let you feel any kind of solace.



Unless you’ve ever actually been there, with no place to turn, and no one to talk to, it would be almost impossible for you to understand what its like. No one deserves it, but some of us have it thrust upon us. That feeling of sitting in a room full of people, but feeling like you’re the only one there because no one seems to notice you. Feeling like you just don’t seem to belong there, no matter how many conversations you try to start or who you talk to.



One good aspect (if you can call it that)of extreme loneliness, is that you definently appreciate the littlest things that most don’t seem to even notice. Friendliness is a blessing when your friendless. When someone you don’t even know gives you a friendly smile it warms everyone's heart, but to us it’ll stay in our minds until we need a small lift on a very blue day.



Everybody is lonely at some point in our lives, but only those of us who have spent 90% of our lives that way can count themselves as truly alone. Sitting in the break room to scared to strike up a conversation with the girl sitting there because you are actually terrified she might just laugh in your face for wanting to talk to her.



Some of us just need to learn how to start the whole conversation process, but first we need to get past the sheer terror of public humiliation first. For most of us, that's the defining factor of our loneliness. It’s just being way to afraid that we might get laughed off, or publicly ostricised for wanting to make a new friendship.



Although some of us just don’t know how to make new friends. Kids that have been moved from one place to another every year of their lives, meet new people, but somehow seem to miss the boat when it comes to getting to know them. It’s when most of the fear starts. Eventually that fear becomes so commonplace it gets ingrained into your head as a standard norm, and it becomes the way you think. You spend every minute of everyday wondering what it could be like to be known, or popular or something. So much in fact that we never get to find out.



In short, loneliness is like a heavy hand crushing your heart, twisting your mind, and making you wonder why you even exist. It makes you wish you never had at all. It’s a truly pathetic existence but one you either learn to live with or end it all before your time is up on this planet.

-MK