It seems more people are finding their way to this blog. I don’t really know how, since I’m not announcing it anywhere, it’s not visible in any search engines and as far as I know not linked from anywhere. It’s flattering that some see to enjoy and appreciate my writings, and then I don’t mean the standard spam attempt generic flattering, but people who seem to have actually read and understood some. So, welcome to those, and I hope you will continue to enjoy what you find here.
However, there seem to be a few misconceptions, judging from some comments I’ve gotten, not published though, since I deem them as being of private nature. I give a general answer here though, instead of replying in private, since some people seem to take personal answers, even if they are a big “NO!”, as invites.
So, to try to put things straight:
No, I’m not looking for a partner, playmate, master, dominant, top or whatever. If I was, I could use my time far more efficiently to achieve that than babbling about my sexual games in an anonymous blog. So sorry, it doesn’t help if you would be the man of my dreams, the best master or dominant around, or the best thing that happened to me since sliced bread, because I’m still not interested.
No, I’m not available for dates, cyber-sex, webcam sessions, photography or just play, especially not for strangers without any reliable references whatsoever. My record in relationships is bad enough for me to run from even the slightest suspicion of anything wrong, and run away even faster if I believe “This might actually be the one”.
No, I won’t publish images or videos of my play, simply because there are none, and I am usually busy enough during my sessions without having to worry about frames, angles, presentation and lighting. If anyone else is desperate to publish himself or herself, my advice is to check out the abilities of your smartphone and maybe get a neat little free app called Lapse It, available for both iPhone and Android. It seems to be possible to do both streaming and static, if you just find a host who accepts it and doesn’t rob you blind.
No, my friends who lend me a helping hand every now and then are not some kind of booking agency you can register with to get to play with me. They are people who care about me and have a lot better judgment of other peoples’ character than I have, so if I would refer anyone to them, they would probably blacklist that person immediately and ground me for the next few months, or years.
I had one, seemingly sane and serious, question about the arrangements between my friends and me, which I will answer here, rather than privately, both because I guess it may be of interest to others as well, and because with my judgment of character I’d probably just pick up another stalker if I replied privately.
I have known the couple helping me out for a long time, and they have proven to me I can trust them with my life, literally. It started out with the girl and me meeting in a BDSM club when we were both singles and becoming “self-tying buddies”, sharing ideas and tips, but never playing together, and being each other’s “spare key” in case anyone of us got stuck when tied up. Later, she found a relationship (lucky bitch!), which works a lot better for her than my last relationships have for me, but she has remained my “spare key”, so far never used for real mishaps though. When her partner saw me in a semi-public self-tying session, he obviously both got inspired and worried I pushed things too far, so in return for them getting inspiration and feeling good about keeping me “safe” (Ehrm!?), they lend a helping hand every now and then, and also set me up on some pretty wild blind dates, which have so far been going very well. Her partner obviously knows quite a few people “into the scene” well enough to trust them with me as their toy, and so far his judgment of character has proved a lot better than my own.
So, I’m actually pretty happy with my life as is, also in terms of sexual desires. I guess the only bad thing is that the blind dates keep reminding me of how dull my self-tying really is compared to being helpless and at the mercy of someone else, with the right balance of ingenuity, wickedness, skill and caring. I guess it’s pretty much like comparing masturbation to “real” sex. With the intensity my blind dates have brought, I doubt I would have the energy for them much more often than a few times per month, but still, I need that itch scratched a few times in-between as well, and that’s where my self-tying fames still find their place.