Chatroulette And Omegle - What do you get the point.

Thank you, my pet? All of those were built on the encouragement of my loving cock. But now it is time for my reward. And what does a spanking really mean?Well, for one it is something I would regard as highly art.Something that must be done to "enjoyment" for the pleasure would be nothing short of sublime. It is also anathema to the practice of torture. The mere act of having one's flesh spanked is forbidden. It is therefore I who decide when and where we may be permitted. Usually this would be accomplished by a relative, but in this case it would be accomplished remotely via the internet. Our discussions revolve around what I will and won't tolerate. This usually results in some variation of "my way or the other." I suggest that you approach the topic with an open mind. It is my way and mine alone. So should be explored and retold and that is why this particular topic seems to stir rather than a conversation. In the end it is the punishment that determines the outcome of the debate. I may not agree with your actions, but I must always be able to trust you. Always. If the trust can be broken it will be done.

We may disagree on how severe the punishment should be, but I can guarantee it. If the trust can be broken it will be done. Sometimes the final word goes to the heart of the matter and that is what I care about. I care about being able to give pleasure to you. Sometimes it can be a simple "ye or no," but only the latter. It is very rare, and I am not an especially good judge of character. I take responsibility for your safety and well being seriously. I am a personal trainer, and I care deeply for my patients. I've done this for over 44 years. When I entered the legal profession, my focus was firmly more on suffering than it was on clients. But as with the other things in my life, I could not resist the call to the surface and the lure of the virtual world. And that is what I have become. A personality. An ego. A few individual parts, but an entity all in one, whole entity. I have clung to it ever since I was a small child.

In every way. In any form. An image I had almost divine control over. Now in my mid-44's I am both fortunate and extremely blessed. In the beginning it was so difficult for me to come to terms with who and what I was. I grew up speaking almost no English and spending all of my time on various activities and I was never good with names. English was a foreign language to me at an early age, so I would always refer to myself as Sir or Madam. But as I got older I came to realize that my ego had many of the characteristics of a person. An inner strength, a powerful sense of self-definition, an ability to connect with others in ways I never could imagine. All of the energy of my life was concentrated inside me and I was ashamed of it. Unable to cope I would fantasize about harming myself over a keyboard. Unable to cope I would isolate myself from the rest of the world and only focus on what I could do inside. Unable to cope I would cry alone at night and cry in my own voice. When I would muster the courage to go beyond the keyboard I would begin to smile. Just having a look at me was enough to make me feel the rush of release, the excitement..